MARVEL-THE MULTIVERSE TRADER

→ 20 REVIEWS= 2 BONUS CHAPTER

→ 200 POWER STONES= 1 BONUS CHAPTER

→ 400 POWER STONES= 2nd BONUS CHAPTER

CURRENT PROGRESS:↓

– FIRST OBJECTIVE:- 11/20 REVIEWS

– SECOND OBJECTIVE- 43/200 P.S

– THIRD OBJECTIVE- /400 P.S

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Morning bled slow and sullen through the heavy curtains, casting pale amber streaks over the wreckage of the room. It reeked of sweat, brandy, and sin — thick, intoxicating, and unapologetic. The sheets hung half-off the bed, twisted and damp with sweat and other slick remnants of their night's excess, bunched at their waists like a tattered, defeated banner. Celise's bra dangled from the headboard like a wicked trophy, a lone stocking draped over the corner of a chair, and Nova's cloak lay discarded on the floor, one sleeve smeared with a lazy stroke of lipstick.

The air was oppressive, thick with the musk of heat, skin, and everything they'd spent themselves into. The heavy perfume of sex clung to the walls, the sheets, and their sweat-glossed bodies. It was the kind of air that clung to your lungs and refused to let go.

Nova sprawled across the mattress, his lean, scarred frame stretched out, chest rising and falling in a steady, slow rhythm. Red welts from sharp nails striped his sides and shoulders, and a fresh bite mark purpled along his throat, vivid against pale skin. One arm crooked lazily behind his head, the other draped over Celise's bare hip, his fingers spread over the generous curve of her ass like a man who had no plans of relinquishing his claim.

Celise lay half atop him, her dark, tangled hair a curtain over his chest. One breast pressed firm and slick against his skin, the nipple stiff from the chill of morning and the lingering aftershocks of the night. Her leg was thrown over both of his, calf hooked against his shin, her skin still sticky with sweat and the tacky evidence of their excess.

A pair of lace panties lay abandoned in a damp, crumpled heap near the foot of the bed, half-crushed under the heel of Nova's boot. The room looked like a battlefield where no one escaped sober.

Neither spoke for a time, content in the heavy, sated silence, broken only by the slow cadence of their breathing and the occasional creak of the mattress. Nova's fingers lazily traced the outline of a bruise his grip had left on her waist, a faint, satisfied smirk curling his lips.

"Nova," Celise murmured at last, her voice raw and rasped from sleep and too many moans.

He hummed in response, his hand shifting, groping her ass again in an idle, possessive squeeze.

"You never told me about your magic," she went on, her fingertips ghosting over the ridges of his stomach. "I figured you for a rare dual-element bastard. Four-leaf grimoire on show, a three-leaf tucked away like a dirty secret."

Nova cracked one eye open, and their gazes met. "You never asked," he murmured lazily. "You just assumed."

"You should've told me," she said, her voice dropping rough and low, carrying the sting of last night's sin and the steel of something colder. "The time magic. The light magic. All the rest of your tricks." Her fingers slid higher, resting over his heart, the nail of her thumb digging in just enough to mark him.

Nova's smirk widened, and he squeezed her ass firmly. "Ask what you want, Celise," he rumbled. "I'll keep a few personal secrets — the rest's yours."

She shifted, rising just enough for her breast to drag wetly across his chest, her thigh tightening over his legs. Her hips pressed down against him, trapping his cock between her slick thighs.

"I want to know how you control all those elements," she murmured.

Nova didn't answer immediately. Instead, with a devil's grin, he grabbed her hips and shifted her higher, spreading her ass cheeks wide with both hands, exposing her well-used, flushed backdoor to the dim light.

Celise stiffened — her eyes widening as the sore, tender ring was laid bare, still marked by the night's relentless indulgence. A heated flush crawled up her throat.

"This… bastard…" she cursed inwardly, scandal and arousal tangling like smoke in her mind. She hadn't even known that hole could be used like that, and now here it was — abused, stretched, and on shameful display.

"You filthy piece of shit," she rasped aloud, but her body betrayed her, the muscles in her thighs tightening around his cock, the involuntary throb of arousal rolling through her despite the ache.

Nova laughed low in his throat, savoring the view, and gave her ass another firm squeeze. "I told you last night, Celise… everything you have is mine."

And gods help her, the worst part was how good it felt.

She gritted her teeth, but ground her hips down against him, slowly moving her slick thighs against his shaft, feeling the heavy pulse of it trapped between them.

Nova groaned, his head tipping back against the pillow. "Mmm, fuck… where was I? Right — my magic."

His voice was thick, rough with rising arousal. "It's Wish Magic and Reality Magic. The wish part's simple enough — as long as I've got the mana, I can grant damn near anything… within reason. And the fun part is, I get to decide what reason is."

Celise's breath hitched again, her heartbeat thudding in her ears. She'd heard of rare, heretical, and forbidden magic before — but this? This was something darker, hungrier, and it wore his skin too well.

But she still couldn't stop herself. Not when her body was already tightening around him, already aching for more.

"And the reality part?" she asked, voice hoarse.

Nova grinned, squeezing her ass cheeks again, fingers teasing the sore, stretched ring of muscle.

"The reality part," Nova said, smug and slow, "Is how I use almost any element. Understand the logic, the principle behind a spell — and it's mine to wield. No affinity limits me. No grimoire binds me."

Celise swallowed hard, a chill running through her spine that had nothing to do with the morning air. So this is why… she realized. It wasn't that he was born some prodigy with every element under the sun. It was knowledge. Pure, ruthless knowledge — and the absurd, blasphemous magic that let him bend the world to his will.

He learns it, and then he owns it.

But her thoughts didn't get to linger.

Without a word, Nova moved. One moment she was stretched over his chest, and the next his hands clamped around her bubble-shaped ass, lifting her like she weighed nothing at all. With practised ease born of nights just like this, her legs wrapped instinctively around his hips, arms sliding around his neck, bodies still sticky from the night's filth.

Celise barely managed a breath before she was kissing his throat, biting at the mark she'd left there, tasting the salt of his skin. She felt him smirk against her hair.

He carried her across the room, through the haze of musk and discarded clothes, into the bathroom where steam still clung from their last round hours before.

The moment they crossed the threshold, Nova dropped her onto her knees with a low, possessive growl. Celise didn't hesitate. She knew what he wanted — what she craved just as much.

Her fingers wrapped around his length, already half-hard from the heated tension between them. She licked her lips, then took him into her mouth, the weight of him heavy on her tongue, the taste of salt and sweat still lingering from last night.

Her head began to bob, messy, eager, strands of dark hair clinging to her damp face. Nova leaned back against the tiled wall, a low groan rumbling from his throat, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her pace.

"Good girl," he murmured, voice thick, smug, and utterly in control.

Celise worked him with her mouth, tongue tracing the underside of his cock, savoring the pulse of blood and heat. Each bob of her head drew a low groan from Nova, his hand tightening in her hair, guiding her, forcing her to take him deeper until she gagged around him, spit slicking down her chin.

The sharp, wet sounds of her mouth filled the bathroom, mingling with the faint hiss of the faucet left half-open, a bead of water dripping steadily into the basin. The steam from earlier still clung faintly to the mirror, fogged in patches, blurring the reflection of her own flushed, ruined face.

Nova watched it all — the way her throat bulged as he fed himself into her mouth, the raw need in her amber eyes as she looked up at him, the mess of sweat-damp hair clinging to her cheeks. It was a sight he'd never get tired of.

"Just like that," he rasped, rolling his hips, making her take him deeper. "Fuck, you're perfect like this. Mouth full of cock, eyes begging for more."

Celise cursed him silently, but her thighs clenched together at his words. Her pride bristled, but her body betrayed her — slick with need, aching for him again.

She pulled back for a moment, panting, spit trailing from her lips to the tip of his cock. "Arrogant bastard," she growled, her voice raw, throat sore.

Nova chuckled, the sound dark and pleased. "You love it," he shot back, then grabbed her under the chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"On the counter."

Before she could respond, he hauled her up, turned her around, and bent her over the cold stone slab of the sink. Her palms slapped against it, the shock of the chill against her heated skin making her gasp. He kicked her legs apart, one knee nudging her feet wider.

Nova spread her ass again, and Celise flinched, still sore, still marked from earlier. She shot him a glare over her shoulder.

"You're fucking insane," she hissed.

He grinned, leaning down to bite the nape of her neck, hard enough to make her moan despite herself. "You say that like it's news."

With one hand, he gripped his cock, guiding it down, sliding it between her soaked folds, teasing her, feeling how ready she was despite the soreness, despite the ache. The moment the head of his cock pressed against her entrance, her hips rolled back into him, betraying any insult she'd muttered.

"See?" he murmured against her ear. "Told you… you love it."

Celise bit her lip hard, but she didn't deny it.

With a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her, the stretch making her cry out, hands clawing at the edge of the counter. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the small room, punctuated by her ragged moans and his low, filthy curses.

He set a merciless pace, hips slamming into her, the wet slap of flesh against flesh almost drowned out by the sharp, choked sounds falling from Celise's lips. Every thrust drove her forward, her breasts pressing against the cold stone, nipples aching from the contrast.

Nova's grip was bruising on her hips, and every now and then he'd tug her hair, pulling her head back to bite at her throat, claiming fresh marks over last night's.

"You feel too fucking good," he growled, voice thick and strained, each word punctuated by a hard, unforgiving thrust.

Celise could barely think. Her mind was white noise, every nerve ending alight, every coherent thought drowned in the storm of sensation. She hated how much she loved it — the roughness, the filth, the way he ruined her like no one else ever could.

Her climax hit fast and sharp, a sudden, blinding burst of heat that tore a ragged cry from her throat. Her inner walls clenched around him, milking him, and Nova cursed, biting down hard on her shoulder as he followed her over the edge, filling her with a deep, pulsing heat.

For a long moment, the only sounds were their mingled breaths, ragged and uneven, and the steady drip of water from the faucet.

Nova pulled out slowly, watching his release spill down her thighs, a filthy, satisfied grin curving his lips.

"Damn… we're not even done yet," he muttered.

Celise managed a breathless, wrecked laugh, slumping against the counter. "I fucking hate you."

He smirked, giving her ass a final slap. "You'll beg for it again before noon."

And they both knew it was true.

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