The first light of morning filtered through the curtains, casting pale gold across the tangled sheets. The room still carried the lingering heat of the night before — a faint, heady mix of sweat, perfume, and the musky scent of sex that clung stubbornly to the air.
Nova lay on his back, one arm draped lazily behind his head, the other wrapped around Gwen, who was sprawled half on top of him. Her bare skin was warm against his chest, her cheek resting over his heartbeat. Their legs were tangled together beneath the sheets, though most of the covers had been kicked down to the foot of the bed sometime during the night.
Gwen's hair was a wild, tousled halo across his shoulder, her skin flushed even in the cool morning air. The faint red imprints of his fingers still marked her hips, trailing up her sides where his hands had gripped her. Several deep, dark hickeys dotted the smooth expanse of her neck and collarbone — small bruises in the shape of his mouth.
Faint crescent marks from her nails ran along Nova's shoulders and down his back, some of them breaking the skin just enough to leave thin, angry red lines. His chest still bore the light trail of her scratching, and one of her thighs carried the unmistakable imprint of his hand, fingers spread wide in a possessive claim.
Between her legs, a slow, lazy trickle of his seed had escaped during the night, leaving faint streaks along the inside of her thighs and staining the edge of the sheet beneath her. The skin there was still slightly swollen, the faintest blush of overstimulation lingering in the soft folds — a silent, undeniable testament to how thoroughly she had been taken.
Neither of them spoke for a moment. Though Gwen's breathing was still ragged, her chest rising and falling as though she'd just finished a sprint. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, relishing the way her body hummed with a heady, tingling afterglow. Her legs felt heavy, yet feather-light at the same time, almost trembling from the exertion. She could still feel the deep, lingering ache low in her pussy — a reminder of just how fiercely Nova had taken her.
Nova's fingers traced idly along her spine, following each curve with lazy precision.
Finally, she tilted her head up, her voice low and scratchy from the night's exertions. "Last night… I trusted you. I made that wish so you could—" she smirked faintly "—creampie me all night without worrying." Her fingers tapped lightly on his chest. "So tell me, Nova… what exactly was that? Is it tied to your mutant ability?"
Nova's lips curved slightly, his eyes narrowing in quiet amusement. "Yeah," he said simply.
She propped herself up on one elbow, the sheet slipping down her back, exposing more of the constellation of marks he'd left on her. "Explain."
Nova exhaled slowly, his gaze moving from her face to the ceiling. "My mutant ability has two modes. The first… reality alteration. I can change the world around me by understanding the underlying logic and mechanics of how it works. Knowledge-driven. That's the one I'll let the public know about."
Gwen nodded slowly, eyes flicking over his expression. "And the second?"
His gaze locked back on hers, a little sharper now. "The second mode is different. Wish mode. I can grant wishes within reason. Doesn't matter if I understand the logic behind it. I don't need rules, science, or probability. If it's within reason… I can just make it happen."
Gwen arched a brow, the corners of her lips curling upward. "So when I wished I couldn't get pregnant…"
Nova smirked. "I made it true. Absolute. No conditions, no fine print. Just reality — bent to your words."
Gwen stretched languidly, her arms reaching over her head until the movement pulled a hiss from her lips. "Mmh—fuck…" she muttered under her breath, her lower back arching slightly before she let them fall back to her sides. "Alright," she said, brushing her messy hair over one shoulder, "I wish every bit of this soreness from last night would vanish completely — but…" her lips curved into a sly, knowing smile, "…the marks stay."
Nova's lips curled into that dangerous grin. "All of it?"
"Yes," she breathed.
Instead of snapping his fingers, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes roaming over her naked body. "No. Not yet."
Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean, not yet?"
"I don't grant wishes blindly," he said, voice dripping with amusement. "First, I want to know exactly where you're aching… and I want to feel it for myself."
She gave him a look, half annoyed, half intrigued. "You already know where."
"Maybe," he murmured, crawling toward her, "but I like making you say it."
He stared at her neck, wrapping his hand lightly around her throat. "Here?" His thumb brushed her pulse.
She swallowed hard, feeling the faint pressure. "Yeah. Still sore… from when you held me down and made me swallow your dick to the base. My throat still remembers it."
A dark chuckle rumbled from him. His lips grazed her jaw before moving down to her collarbone, tasting the salt of her sweat. "Good. I like leaving reminders."
His hands cupped her breasts next, thumbs brushing her nipples until she hissed. "And here?"
She bit her lip. "Tender… from your teeth. You wouldn't stop sucking until they ached."
Nova bent down, caught one between his lips, and sucked slowly, making her back arch. "Still sensitive," he murmured against her skin before moving lower.
His hand slid to her inner thigh, then between her legs, fingers brushing swollen heat. "Here?"
She gasped, hips jerking. "God—yes… sore as hell. Deep inside too… you kept hitting that same spot until I couldn't even speak."
Nova curled two fingers inside her, pressing against that spot deliberately. "Like this?"
Her nails dug into the sheets. "Exactly like that…"
He withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving her trembling, and traced the slick down her thigh before gripping her hips. "And here?"
She groaned. "Bruised… from you slamming into me and holding me still. I can still feel the shape of your hands."
He dug his thumbs into the bruised spots, rubbing slow circles that made her wince and moan at the same time.
"And your ass?"
"Still stinging," she admitted breathlessly. "From your hand… timing the spanks with your thrusts."
Nova gave her a slow, deliberate swat, just enough to make her flinch, then rubbed the spot. "Still stings."
He trailed his hands up her back, kneading tight muscles. "And here?"
She shivered under his touch. "Sore… from holding myself up against the wall when you wouldn't let me stop."
Nova let his hands slide away… then suddenly grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her stomach.
"Nova—?" she started, but he cut her off by shoving his hips forward, his still-hard length pushing deep into her without warning.
She cried out, nails clawing at the sheets. "Ah—! You—fuck—"
"I'm not healing you without adding one more ache," he growled against her ear, each thrust heavy and unrelenting. "One that you'll remember after I fix the rest."
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, her moans echoing off the walls. He drove into her until her body went limp beneath him, the burn between her thighs turning molten.
Suddenly with a grunt, Nova once again creampied Gwen pussy and when he finally pulled out, she was panting hard, cheek pressed to the mattress.
Nova gripped her chin, making her meet his gaze. "Now… say it."
Her voice trembled but held a desperate edge. "I wish you'd heal every ache you caused… every single one… except the marks."
"Good girl," he murmured, and snapped his fingers.
Warm magic rushed through her, melting away the burn in her muscles, the deep soreness fading into blissful relief. Gwen's eyes fluttered shut, her breath catching as the pain turned to tingling warmth.
When she opened them again, Nova was still smirking. "Next time, you'll wish after I've made you beg twice."
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