The next morning…
The room was utterly wrecked.
The sheets were soaked, twisted beyond recognition, clinging to the mattress like they'd tried to escape. The bedframe creaked with even the slightest movement, one leg bent at an awkward angle. Clothes were everywhere—ripped panties, tangled bras, and Nova's shirt stretched so badly it looked like it had been in a fight. The entire room reeked of sex—thick, heady, pungent—the kind of scent that clung to skin and refused to leave.
Nova lay sprawled across the bed, still panting in his sleep, his body slick with dried sweat and oil. His skin was covered in scratches and bruises—some shallow, some deep—evidence of a night that had no boundaries, no rules.
And May… May looked ruined in the most delicious way.
Her body was draped across his like a possession he'd claimed. Her thighs were still trembling faintly, spread just enough to show where she'd been used over and over. Her hips bore red handprints, vivid and raw, as if his grip had seared itself into her skin. Bite marks trailed from her neck down to her breasts—full, marked up, and still glistening. Her nipples were swollen, ringed in faint purple from his mouth.
Her stomach was streaked with fluids—some of his, some of hers, some mixed, dried in messy trails.
And between her legs… she was an open mess. Red, slick, tender. Her inner thighs were stained, her folds still twitching with aftershocks, coated in a thick, sticky sheen.
Then there was the tattoo. The butterfly tattoo. The mark of his, the sign that she May is his.
Right at the top of her thigh, so dangerously close to her pussy that only someone who had their face buried there would ever see it, was a delicate butterfly. Beautiful. Soft. Completely at odds with how thoroughly she'd been wrecked. Just above that tattoo, her skin was raw—kissed, licked, bitten, and marked until even the ink looked like it had been claimed.
Nova blinked awake slowly, eyes drifting down her body.
And when he saw that tattoo again… that tiny, hidden butterfly just above the mess he'd made of her…
He grinned.
His fingers brushed over the butterfly tattoo, tracing the edges slowly, deliberately. The moment his touch met her skin, May's body tensed with a shiver.
She whimpered, her voice raw and half-laughing.
"N-No more, you brute… my whole body's sore."
Nova's smirk deepened.
May let out a breath, trying to shift away, but even that small movement made her flinch.
"Especially down there," she added, voice dropping, "You broke me, you know that? My pussy… my ass… everything hurts."
He leaned over, brushing her hair back as he looked her over with satisfaction—at the bite marks, the handprints, the trail of bruises, and the way her body still twitched under his gaze.
Nova smiled and carefully picked up May in princess carry, despite her groans of pain and refusals. He ofcourse didn't listen to her and took her to washroom. He thoroughly cleaned her entire body, every single part of hers clearly and slowly.
Seeing wet sexy body of hers, he once almost got hard again, but thinking about May's condition he forced himself to calm down.
After drying her off with a soft towel, he wrapped her snugly in it and carried her to the kitchen. The curtains were all closed—thankfully. He didn't want anyone catching even a glimpse of what was his.
He settled her gently into a chair, then started moving around the kitchen with ease. Eggs, toast, fruit, and coffee—nothing fancy, but enough to get some energy back into her.
May watched him from the chair, her towel slipping slightly off her shoulder as she leaned her chin into her hand.
"You're being unusually sweet," she murmured with a small, tired smile.
Nova glanced at her with a raised brow. "Unusual? I carried you, washed you, and now I'm cooking for you. I should get a medal."
She chuckled, wincing a little. "Maybe I'll make you one. Just not today. Too sore."
"Duly noted," he smirked.
He brought over a plate and set it in front of her before joining her with his own. The silence between them was warm and comforting, only broken by the sound of clinking cutlery and the faint hum of the city outside.
May's voice was soft, casual on the surface but carrying a note of something more vulnerable underneath. "So… you'll be joining that mutant academy?"
Nova raised an eyebrow, glancing at her from over his coffee mug. "Yeah," he confirmed with a small shrug. "Not much choice in it. Mandatory registration and all."
May gave a slow nod, tracing a lazy circle on the table with her fingertip. Then, with a teasing little smirk that didn't quite reach her eyes, she murmured, "Guess that means you'll forget all about me when you meet some sexy mutant girl over there, huh?"
Nova didn't answer with words.
He set his cup down, stood, and crossed the short space between them in a few steady strides. Without hesitation, he cupped her face in both hands and kissed her — a firm, lingering kiss that left no room for doubt. It wasn't rushed, but it wasn't gentle either. There was possession in it, a quiet promise laced with heat.
May let out a soft, startled sound before her hands slid up his chest, holding onto him as the kiss deepened. His thumbs brushed along her jaw as his mouth claimed hers, tasting the faint remnants of coffee on her lips.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling.
"I don't forget what's mine," Nova said lowly, his voice rough and sure.
May's lips curved into a lazy, satisfied smile, her eyes still closed. "Good answer."
He smirked and gave her one more kiss, softer this time, before settling back in his seat — the lingering warmth between them saying everything neither of them needed to.
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After dropping May back at her house — leaving her with one last lingering kiss and a playful promise to call — Nova rode through the quiet streets back to his place. The city lights blurred by, the night air cool against his skin, but his mind was already elsewhere. The entire day with May lingered in the back of his head, a series of warmth-soaked memories.
After their morning… escapades, they'd spent the rest of the afternoon lounging together on her couch, trading lazy kisses and teasing remarks while old movies played in the background. The kind of quiet, simple closeness Nova hadn't expected to enjoy as much as he did. They'd ordered takeout, argued over pizza toppings, and dozed off halfway through a crime thriller neither of them really cared about.
It wasn't just the thrill anymore — it was easy, unforced. Comfortable. And Nova ignored all the other important work for today. He just decided to enjoy the day with his sexy milf.
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The moment he stepped through his front door, Nova didn't bother with the lights. He headed straight down to the basement.
The familiar hum of his equipment greeted him, the glow of monitors reflecting off the sleek black surfaces. He dropped into his chair with a low sigh, leaning back, eyes half-lidded as he let the weight of everything settle around him.
He was close now. Closer than he'd been since landing in this universe.
Between the regeneration serum's sure success, the shares Harry had split with the four of them, and the control Harry now held over Oscorp's future — Nova had his hooks in a corporate titan. With that money and those connections, gathering the restricted and high-grade resources he needed for Serum X was a matter of time, not possibility.
And not just that.
Oscorp's vast logistical network, their labs, and the dozens of shell companies under their umbrella… he could start building his own personal research base. Quietly. Off the books. A place with no eyes but his.
He could already picture it.
Then, once everything was in motion, he'd make it official — register as a mutant, head to Xavier's school, and insert himself right into the beating heart of one of this world's most dangerous and influential communities. For now, they didn't know him. But they would.
But before any of that…
Nova's gaze drifted to his system inventory.
WORLD TRAVEL PASS:- (1/2)
There was still one unresolved thread. One more world left pending — the second world connected to his multiversal trader system. A place he hadn't yet set foot in, though it had called to him more than once.
His fingers drummed lightly on the chair's armrest as a slow grin spread across his face.
"Time to see what's waiting for me on the other side."
He stood, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders. A fresh world. New opportunities. And if he played it right — more power, more leverage.
And that was exactly what he intended to take.
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