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For a moment, neither Harry nor Gwen moved, bathing in the afterglow and taking a moment to catch their breath from the intensity of what they had just done.
Harry was the first to recover as he stood up and moved to pull out of Gwen, only to stop as she let out a soft whimper, "What's wrong?"
"Besides the fact that you just filled me up like a cream puff when you were twelve inches deep inside me?" Gwen asked sarcastically, her voice dripping with venom as she tried to put some strength in her arms only for her limbs to rudely refuse to hold up her weight, "Just give me a minute before you start moving around!"
"What happened to walking away without a bruise?" Harry asked with a rueful smile earning a baleful glare from Gwen, "Well the Rhino wasn't packing a fucking bat in his pants, now just shut the fuck up and let me processes this."
For a second, Harry considered making another comment but he seemingly thought better of it and decided on another course of action.
'What the fuck am I supposed to do now? I just let guy I've know for less than a year bend me over his motorcycle, fuck me raw and then cum inside of me. What the fuck is my life turning into?'
Before Gwen could begin to question every single life choice she had ever made, Harry's arms wrapped around her chest, just below her breast, and pulled her back until she was leaning against his chest.
"What the hell are you doing?" Gwen muttered frostily, though she didn't fight the embrace, enjoying the warmth that radiated off of Harry's body.
"It's called aftercare," Harry muttered as he hugged Gwen even tighter, "Seems like you could use it."
Gwen grumbled something under her breath, but didn't fight Harry verbally or physically, and instead slowly melted into the embrace, letting her body go limp, leaving her completely vulnerable.
For some reason, the tender embrace felt more intimate than their earlier actions, and Gwen's heart pounded in her chest as she fought off the embarrassment, unwilling to accept how good it felt to have someone hug her.
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"Alright, we can leave it there for today. So far, we've agreed on an average 25% salary increase, as well as adjusting the standard of medical insurance to include replacement of lost limbs, but we still need to iron out the chain of command, especially among those selected from among your Corps to receive partial augmentations, and your insistence to undergo the treatment first." Madison listed as she looked over her notes from the meeting, which had been a back-and-forth for the past five hours, negotiating the terms of the merger.
"I still believe that my soldiers should receive the full set of surgeries to become, as you call them, Ascendants. I can only imagine what they would be capable of," Silvija argued for the thousandth time, making Madison let out a long sigh.
"You can believe whatever you want, but the truth of the matter two fold. First, there isn't enough trust to gift you one hundred plush super soldiers. Second, imagine how we would look if the world found out we were building a private army of super-powered mercenaries. That would draw a geopolitical kick me sign on our back, and right now, Ascend Agencies isn't ready to deal with that kind of heat, even with Oscorp backing us as a parent company."
Gathering her things, Madison moved to stand up from the table when the phone in her left pocket rang, causing her to freeze momentarily. "Excuse me, but I need to take this."
Then, without another word, Madison stood up, leaving everything on the table as she dashed out into the hallway and looked around until she found an empty meeting room.
Locking the door behind her, phone still ringing, Madison reached into her suit jacket, pulling out her phone and a slim metal device that she threw down on the table.
Pressing a hidden button, the device came alive, turning into a small radio dish that beeped as it started to scan the room, spinning around several times before an LED on its attend flashed green, meaning that there weren't any recording devices or hidden cameras within.
Once the scan was complete, Madison quickly answered the call, "This is Special Agent Maria Hill, identification code 09PsiAlpha, ready to receive transmission."
"You're identity has been confirmed, Agent Hill, now patching you in with the Director," An automated voice replied before the call went dead, though only for a moment as a familiar voice echoed through the phone.
"Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."
"Oh not bad at all, just negotiating a hundred million dollar merger between Ascend Agencies and Silver Sable Industries, which only happened because of a wager Harry Oscorp won by handily beating Silvija Sablinova in hand to hand combat," Maria growled as she paced back and forth resisting the urge to pull out her hair and scream at the top of her lungs.
"This isn't the time to be cracking jokes, Agent."
"I wish I were joking, Sir, but I witnessed the whole thing with my own two eyes and captured a recording. You can see it in my report tonight." Maria replied seriously, "I'm also officially requesting that Harry Osborn be placed under twenty-four-hour surveillance, and that Intel do a deep dive into his history, specifically his three-year absence. I have good reason to believe that he wasn't truly sick."
"Agent Hill, do you know where Harry Osborn is?"
Maria was stunned by the sudden interruption, and it took her a moment to respond, "Not his precise location, but on his itinerary, he was scheduled to meet with a friend."
"Well, we have just confirmed that on his way to meet this friend of his, there was an assassination attempt. According to reports, he was first shot at during a stoplight by a hitman in an unmarked van from less than three feet away. Somehow, Osborn managed to dodge a point-blank shot and then displayed a high level of defensive driving, including executing a textbook power slide onto the freeway, where he was then pursued by three more assassins, but before they could shoot him, he somehow killed them all by shooting their fucking brains out with pin point precision going 95 miles per mother fucking hour on a motorcycle!"
"Assassination attempt?!" Maria asked, confused, "Why haven't I heard about it?"
"You haven't heard of it because I got half of intel running around the damn world wide web, deleting videos and CCTV footage while funneling millions of dollars to various news stations to run a section on the increase of violent gang activity involving motorcycles. But the worst part is that we have no idea who is behind the hit."
"So I assume that my suggestions will be taken into consideration?" Maria asked, still calm in the collective, as if her boss hadn't confessed to undermining all of American journalism and the mass impression of online information."
"Yes, I've authorized a reconnaissance team and had Osborn's entry in the database updated to include his recent feats. I'm also updating the criteria of your mission; you are to gain Harry's trust as a close advisor and learn how he knows all these things. You're also on protection duty, we can't have another incident like today happen. "
"Understood," Maria replied.
"You're dismissed, Agent Hill. Continue to keep HQ updated."
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"Hey, are you spacing out?"
Harry blinked as Gwen's arms tightened around his waist, getting his attention, "Sorry, I was just listening to something."
"Listening to what, I can barely hear myself think," Gwen shouted to be heard over the roar of the motorcycle beneath them.
"Well, you said you wanted to get home quickly," Harry replied, citing Gwen's own words against her.
"Yeah, to take a shower because someone decided to inflate me like a balloon," Gwen growled dangerously, and she tightened her grasp around Harry, no longer afraid of holding back after learning that he had enhanced his body well beyond human standards.
"Like I said before, it was the only way to get you to calm down," Harry replied as he cruised down the freeway, "And I already apologized like ten times."
Gwen glared at Harry's back, but no matter how hard she tried she could stay angry at him, "Well at least it's over now, we can put this shit behind us and forget about it."
"About that," Harry coughed awkwardly, "There's a strong chance that once the suit realizes that you aren't pregnant, it's going to pull the same trick again."
Gwen went deathly still for a moment before her arms turned into a crushing vice, "I swear to god if this is some sort of trick just to sleep with me again."
"It's really not," Harry replied, his voice strained as he struggled to draw in a breath. "Besides, there are other solutions that I can come up with; I just need to live long enough to make them."
Gwen's arms relaxed, and Harry sighed as he managed to breathe again, "Just take me home already."
"Just don't kill me before I get there."