TIMESKIP...
Three days later, Alex woke up alone in his big bed at Umbrella Corporation because Peggy had been away on a mission for the past three days and she would return tomorrow, which was exactly her birthday, so Alex didn't know what to do at first but he wanted to make it special for her, and he quickly began to ponder about ideas like a surprise party or a romantic dinner, then he sorted out the things he wanted to do such as decorating the quarters with flowers and lights, cooking her favorite British dishes like shepherd's pie and tea, getting a custom gift like a necklace with their initials, and planning a private dance under the stars on the roof, and then he smirked at his own clever idea and said to himself "Peggy, you are now going to totally remember this day of yours," before he began making all the arrangements since he didn't have other things to do because the system would take three whole months to upgrade and the Tyrants and Lickers were already working fine so he didn't have to worry about them, and he spent the day preparing everything perfectly to surprise her when she got back.
The next day: Peggy's Return
The dim hum of the Umbrella building's upper floors echoed through the corridors as night settled over the sprawling complex. Alex Reyes paced the length of his private suite, his sharp features and his Red eyes catching the faint glow from the string lights he'd hung earlier. He'd transformed the entire floor into a hidden sanctuary of celebration. Soft string lights draped across the walls in gentle loops, casting a warm ambiance. Balloons in soft pastels—pinks, blues, and whites—floated lazily from the ceiling, tied with ribbons that swayed slightly in the air-conditioned breeze. A large banner stretched across the far wall in bold, glittering letters: 'Happy Birthday, Peggy!' The dining table was laden with gourmet dishes he'd had specially delivered from the city's finest restaurants: roasted beef slices still steaming, Yorkshire puddings puffed and golden, fresh vegetables arranged in colorful piles, and a bottle of robust red wine chilling nearby. A three-tiered chocolate-frosted cake sat at the center, adorned with fresh strawberries and elegant piping. It was Peggy's birthday, a date lost in the chaos of Hydra's relentless assaults and the endless war they all fought. Even Peggy Carter, the indomitable Captain Carter, super soldier with enhanced strength and unyielding resolve, had let the significance of the day slip away amid the gunfire, strategy sessions, and brutal hand-to-hand combats. But not Alex. He'd marked it on his personal calendar months ago, right after their first intense night together, and planned this surprise with the same meticulous care he applied to his Umbrella operations.
His communicator buzzed softly on the side table, pulling him from his thoughts. The message was brief and to the point: 'Peggy's arrived at the building. She's heading up now.' Alex's lips curled into a predatory smile, his heart rate quickening with anticipation. He flicked off the main overhead lights with a quick switch, plunging the space into a welcoming, mysterious darkness. The only illumination came from the faint emergency strips along the floor, guiding the way. He positioned himself near the elevator doors, leaning casually against the wall, his muscular frame clad in a simple black button-up shirt and tailored trousers that hugged his athletic build.
The whir of the elevator ascending cut through the silence, growing louder until the doors slid open with a soft ding. There she stood—Peggy Carter, her brunette waves slightly tousled from the day's exhausting battles, a few strands sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead. Her tactical suit, form-fitting black with reinforced padding, hugged her athletic frame, accentuating the curves honed by super soldier serum and rigorous training. Dirt smudged one cheek, and a faint bruise bloomed on her jaw from a close-quarters fight. She blinked into the void of the dark room, her hand instinctively reaching for the sidearm holstered at her hip, fingers curling around the grip.
'Hello? Alex? Is that you?' Her British accent laced with caution and a hint of fatigue, she stepped forward slowly, boots thudding softly on the carpeted floor. Her enhanced senses picked up the faint scent of chocolate and wine, but the darkness confused her.
With a dramatic flourish, Alex hit the light switch beside him. The room flooded with warm, golden light from the string bulbs and table lamps, illuminating every detail of the decorations in an instant. Balloons bobbed cheerfully, the banner sparkled, and the table looked inviting. 'Happy Birthday, Peggy!' he shouted, his voice booming with genuine joy, arms spread wide as he stepped into the light.
Peggy's eyes widened in surprise, her hand dropping from her weapon as she scanned the setup—the cake with its unlit candles, the vases of fresh roses in deep reds and whites, the intimate touches like the framed photo of them together from a rare quiet moment. A flush crept up her neck, coloring her cheeks pink, and her stern, battle-hardened expression melted into a radiant, blooming smile that lit up her face. She crossed the space in three quick strides, her boots now silent on the plush rug, and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. 'Alex... you remembered? In all this madness, with Hydra breathing down our necks every damn day?'
He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her close against his chest, inhaling the faint, intoxicating mix of gunpowder, sweat, and her natural jasmine perfume that always lingered on her skin. 'How could I forget the day my favorite super soldier came into the world? You're the light in this bloody war, Peggy. The one thing worth fighting for.' Their lips met in a deep, lingering kiss, her body pressing fully against his solid form, her hands threading through his short, dark hair. When they finally parted, breathless, she whispered against his mouth, 'Thank you. This means everything to me. More than you know.'
The elevator doors sealed behind them with a final whoosh, ensuring their privacy on this secured floor. No interruptions from the war outside—just the two of them. Alex guided her gently to the table by the small of her back, his touch warm and possessive. 'Sit. Let's start with the cake.' He pulled out her chair with a gentlemanly flourish, then lit the candles one by one, their flames dancing in the soft light. The chocolate scent filled the air, rich and tempting.
Peggy sat, her eyes sparkling with a mix of exhaustion and delight, still in her tactical gear but looking more relaxed already. 'Candles? You're spoiling me rotten.' She closed her eyes for a moment, a soft laugh escaping her lips. 'What should I wish for? World peace? An end to this endless war? Or just more nights like this with you?'
'Blow them out and see,' Alex teased, his voice low and affectionate. She leaned forward, her breath extinguishing the flames in one puff, the smoke curling lazily upward. They cut into the cake together, the knife slicing through the moist layers easily. Alex served her a generous slice first, feeding her the first bite with his fork. 'Sweet as you.'
She took the bite, moaning softly at the flavor—rich chocolate and fresh berries exploding on her tongue. 'Mmm, this is divine. You've outdone yourself.' They shared the cake, laughing as bits of frosting smeared on their fingers, licking them clean while exchanging stories from the day's skirmishes. 'That Hydra agent today—thought he had me cornered, but I flipped him right over my shoulder. Landed him flat on his back.' Peggy demonstrated with a quick gesture, her super soldier strength evident even in the motion.
Alex chuckled, wiping a stray crumb from her lip with his thumb. 'Sounds like you handled him. But tonight, no talk of fights. Just us.' Dinner followed seamlessly, the plates filled with the roast beef, tender and juicy, paired with the fluffy Yorkshire puddings that soaked up the gravy perfectly. They ate slowly, savoring each bite, their conversation flowing easily. Peggy's hand occasionally brushed his across the table, a spark of electricity in the touch. The red wine poured generously, loosening their words, warming their blood.
As the plates were cleared—Alex stacking them neatly aside—his eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark. 'Now for the real surprise. Something to make this night unforgettable.' He reached beside the king-sized bed, where the sheets were turned down invitingly, and lifted a large, elegantly wrapped box tied with a satin ribbon. It was heavy in his hands as he handed it to her. 'Open it, love.'
Peggy's fingers trembled slightly with curiosity as she untied the bow, the ribbon whispering as it fell away. She lifted the lid slowly, peering inside. Folded meticulously were several outfits, each one more provocative than the last: a black-and-white maid ensemble with frills and lace, a white nurse uniform accented in red, a stylized police getup in navy with accessories, a glossy black bunny suit complete with ears and tail, and at the bottom, something white and lacy that made her breath catch—a bridal gown, delicate and elegant. Her cheeks burned a deep crimson, embarrassment flooding her features as she realized the intent. 'Alex... these are... costumes? For... Me?'
He smirked, leaning back against the bed's headboard, his shirt unbuttoned halfway to reveal the chiseled planes of his chest. 'Outfits for a little roleplay. To celebrate properly. Won't you try the first one on? For me? Just the maid, to start.'
She bit her lower lip, the shy embarrassment warring with a flicker of intrigued curiosity in her eyes, but she nodded, a small smile tugging at her mouth. 'Alright. But only because it's my birthday, and you've gone to all this trouble. Give me a moment.' Clutching the maid costume carefully, she slipped into the adjoining bathroom, the door clicking shut behind her.
Alex wasted no time, shedding his shirt completely and kicking off his shoes, lounging in just his trousers, his arousal already building at the thought. The minutes stretched, his mind racing with images, until the door creaked open after what felt like an eternity. Peggy emerged, transformed and hesitant, standing in the doorway with one hand on the frame for support. The black-and-white maid dress clung to her every curve like it was tailored for her alone—the fitted bodice hugging her full breasts, pushing them up slightly in the low neckline trimmed with delicate lace. Short puff sleeves framed her toned arms, and a frilly white apron was tied snugly at her waist, emphasizing her hourglass figure. The skirt flared out just above her knees, ruffled and playful. Fishnet stockings sheathed her long, muscular legs, held up by garters hidden beneath, and glossy black high heels added inches to her height, making her stance even more commanding yet vulnerable. A small maid headpiece perched atop her brunette waves, and pristine white gloves covered her hands up to the elbows. She crossed her arms over her chest self-consciously, her cheeks still flushed. 'This is... embarrassing. Do I really look okay?'
Alex's gaze raked over her slowly, appreciatively, his cock twitching in his trousers. 'You look beautiful, Peggy. Stunning. Come here.' He extended a hand, his voice dropping to a commanding tone that ignited the roleplay.
She approached with hesitant steps, the heels clicking rhythmically on the floor, her eyes locking onto his with a mix of shyness and growing heat. 'Yes, sir,' she murmured, slipping into the character, her voice husky as she took his hand.
He pulled her onto his lap in one fluid motion, her skirt riding up slightly as she straddled him. His hands cupped her face, capturing her mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss, tongues tangling hotly. She moaned into it, 'Mmm...' her body melting against him. Breaking the kiss, his hands roamed down, squeezing her ass firmly through the thin fabric of the dress. 'You've been a naughty maid, haven't you? Skipping your duties to daydream about your master.'
'I'm sorry, master,' she gasped, her breath hitching as his palm cracked sharply against her right cheek, the slap echoing in the room. The sting bloomed warm, and she squirmed, but he held her firm, spanking again—left cheek this time, harder, turning the pale skin visible beneath the hiked skirt a deepening red. 'Ah! Master, please... I promise to be good.' Her voice trembled, but her hips ground against his growing bulge instinctively.
'Prove it. On your knees,' he commanded, standing abruptly and shoving his trousers and boxers down in one go. His thick cock sprang free, hard and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Peggy slid to her knees gracefully, the maid headpiece bobbing slightly as she looked up at him with wide eyes. She wrapped her gloved hands around the base, stroking once before leaning in to take him into her mouth. Alex gripped her hair tightly, the soft waves tangling in his fingers, and thrust forward, face-fucking her with a relentless rhythm. 'Suck it like you mean it, you dirty little maid slut. Deeper.'
Gagging sounds filled the room as her lips stretched wide around his girth, saliva dripping down her chin and onto the frilly apron, soaking the white fabric. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, her tongue swirling along the underside. 'Mmmph... yes, sir,' she mumbled around his shaft, her eyes watering but never breaking contact with his, the submission fueling his dominance. He pumped faster, the wet slurps growing louder, her throat constricting around him each time he hit the back.
After several minutes of her devoted attention, he pulled out abruptly with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. Hauling her up by the arms, he bent her over the edge of the bed, her hands bracing on the mattress. He hiked the maid skirt up over her hips, exposing her lace panties, and tore them aside with a rip. Her pussy was already slick and swollen, arousal glistening on her folds. Without warning, he slammed his cock into her in one deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Wet heat enveloped him completely, her walls clenching around his length. 'Take your master's cock, Peggy. All of it.'
'Oh god, Alex—master! It's so thick... harder!' she cried out, pushing her ass back to meet his hips, the fishnet stockings laddering slightly from the friction of his grip. He pounded into her relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping skin mixing with her escalating moans. The frilly apron bounced with each thrust, the headpiece slipping askew. 'Ahh! Yes! Fuck your maid's pussy!' Her super soldier endurance let her take the rough treatment, her body rocking forward with the force.
He reached around, fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles, heightening her pleasure. 'Cum for me, slut. Milk my cock.' The dual assault pushed her over the edge first—her orgasm crashed through her, walls fluttering and squeezing him tight. 'I'm cumming! Oh fuck, master, yes! Don't stop!' Juices squirted around his shaft, soaking his balls as she shuddered violently.
Alex groaned deeply, his thrusts erratic as climax hit him. He buried deep one final time, flooding her pussy with hot ropes of cum, pulse after pulse filling her up until it leaked out around his cock. 'Take it all... fuck, Peggy.' He stayed seated inside her, grinding slowly as they both panted, her body still twitching from aftershocks.
Finally, he withdrew with a wet schlick, cum dribbling down her thighs onto the fishnets. Peggy collapsed forward onto the bed, flushed and glowing, turning to look at him with a sated smile. 'That was... incredible. But we're not done, are we?'
'Not even close,' Alex replied, his voice rough with lingering lust. He nodded toward the box. 'Next outfit. The nurse. Let's see how you heal your patient.'
Peggy caught her breath, selecting the nurse uniform from the box with eager hands. She disappeared into the bathroom again, the door shutting softly. Alex stripped off his trousers fully now, lying back naked on the bed, his cock semi-hard but ready for more. The wait built the tension, and when the door opened, Peggy stepped out in the white nurse dress, accented with crisp red trim along the hems and collar. The fabric was fitted, hugging her breasts and waist like a second skin, the skirt short enough to tease her thighs. A matching nurse cap sat jauntily on her head, emblazoned with a red cross symbol. Around her neck dangled a real stethoscope, cold metal brushing her cleavage. A belt cinched at her waist held faux medical tools—syringes, bandages, a small clipboard. Long white stockings climbed her legs to mid-thigh, clipped to garters, and red-trimmed high heels completed the bold, professional look. She adjusted the cap, a sultry smile playing on her lips. 'Patient Reyes, I presume? Time for your examination.'
Alex drawled in response, propping himself on his elbows, his eyes devouring her. 'Doctor's orders, nurse. I've got a serious condition—need your expert care.' He patted the bed beside him.
Nurse Peggy sauntered over with confident steps, the heels clicking authoritatively, her hips swaying. She climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist, the stethoscope pressing against his chest as she 'listened.' 'My, my, your heart's racing. And down here...' Her hand trailed lower, wrapping around his hardening cock, stroking slowly. 'You seem... feverish. Very swollen.' She ground her hips against him, the thin panties under the dress dampening.
'Treat me, nurse. Make it better,' he growled, his hands sliding up her thighs to grip her ass, flipping their positions so she was beneath him. He ripped the dress's zipper down the front with a sharp tug, the fabric parting to expose her bare breasts—no bra underneath. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, and he latched onto one, sucking hard, teeth grazing the peak. 'Nngh... is this part of the treatment, doctor?' she whimpered, arching into his mouth.
His free hand delved between her legs, fingers pushing aside the panties to plunge into her cum-slick pussy, two digits curling to hit her G-spot. She was still wet from before, his earlier load mixing with her arousal. 'Ride my cock now. That's your prescription.' He withdrew his fingers, guiding her to straddle him properly. Peggy sank down onto his length, the nurse cap tilting as she took him inch by inch, moaning loudly. 'Ah! Patient, your cock feels so good inside me.' The stockings whispered against his skin as she began to bounce, her hands on his chest for leverage.
'Fuck, you're tight, nurse. Squeeze me harder.' Alex thrust up savagely, meeting her downward motions, his hands kneading her breasts, pinching the nipples. They moved in sync, her moans filling the room—'Yes! Deeper, oh god!'—the belt's tools jingling with each impact.
He flipped them again into missionary, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. 'Cum for me, nurse. Let me fill you with my medicine.' His thumb circled her clit rapidly, pushing her toward the brink.
Her orgasm ripped through her body, back arching off the bed. 'Yes! I'm cumming, patient! Fill me up!' Walls clenched around him like a vice, milking his release. Alex roared, erupting deep inside, hot cum painting her insides once more, overflowing as he kept thrusting through it. 'Take every drop... fuck.' Her belly warmed from the load, a slight swell from the volume.
Panting heavily, Peggy lay there, the stethoscope tangled between them. 'That was intense. You make a demanding patient.'
Alex kissed her forehead, helping her sit up. 'One more for now. The police uniform. Officer Carter, I think you've got a criminal to interrogate.'
She grinned, selecting the outfit and heading to change. Emerging moments later, Peggy embodied authority in the dark navy police uniform—a short-sleeved fitted dress that molded to her body, the fabric stretchy yet professional, with a shiny badge pinned to her left breast and shoulder patches denoting rank. The skirt ended mid-thigh, practical but teasing. A police cap shadowed her eyes, giving her a stern look. Black gloves sheathed her arms to the wrists, and a heavy utility belt hung low on her hips, equipped with plastic handcuffs, a baton, and a holster. Fishnet stockings added a dramatic edge to her legs, paired with sturdy black high heels that clicked with purpose.
'Officer Carter reporting for duty,' she said, her voice firm as she eyed Alex, who stood with hands raised in mock surrender. 'And you, Mr. Reyes, look like you've been very bad. Hands where I can see them.'
Alex smirked, lowering his hands slowly. 'Guilty as charged. What's my punishment, officer?'
Peggy's dominant side surged to the forefront, a thrill she'd rarely explored but craved in this safe space. She shoved him back against the wall with super soldier strength, the impact controlled but firm. 'You're under arrest for disturbing the peace—and for making me so damn wet.' She snapped the handcuffs around one of his wrists, then the other, attaching them to the sturdy bedpost as she pushed him onto the mattress. Climbing atop him, she pinned his shoulders down. 'Time for your punishment, prisoner. Spread those legs.'
She straddled his face first, grinding her pussy—still leaking cum—onto his mouth. 'Lick me clean, you filthy criminal. Taste what you've done.' Alex obeyed eagerly, his tongue delving into her folds, lapping at the mixed fluids, sucking her clit. Her moans were sharp and commanding—'That's it! Eat my pussy like your life depends on it. Deeper with that tongue!' The police cap stayed firmly in place as she rocked, her gloved hands fisting the sheets.
Satisfied for the moment, she uncuffed one of his hands, guiding his fingers to probe her ass while she positioned herself reverse cowgirl over his cock. Sinking down, she rode him hard, her ass cheeks slapping against his thighs. 'Fuck, prisoner, your cock is mine now. Beg for mercy.' The utility belt bounced, the handcuffs clinking.
'Please, officer... harder! Punish me!' Alex groaned, the novel submission sending jolts through him. It was new for both—Peggy reveling in the control, her hips rolling with power, edging him deliberately, slowing when he neared release. 'Not yet. You cum when I say.' Positions shifted fluidly: her on top in cowgirl, grinding deep; then side-saddle, her leg hooked over his. She dominated fully, spanking his thigh lightly, whispering commands. 'Take it, scum. My pussy owns you.'
Finally, she allowed it, clenching around him as her own climax built. 'Cum inside your captor now!' She screamed as she came, body shaking, 'Ahh! Yes, fill me!' Alex exploded beneath her, pumping thick streams of cum into her pussy, the sensation prolonged by her tight grip. 'Fuck, officer... all for you.'
Breathless, Peggy uncuffed him fully, collapsing beside him with a laugh. 'That was... a novel experience. Never thought I'd enjoy being in charge so much.'
'Your turn to lead paid off,' Alex admitted, kissing her shoulder. 'But now, my bunny awaits.'
The next outfit called to her—the glossy black bunny-style bodysuit. In the bathroom, she slipped it on, the material sleek and form-fitting, hugging her breasts, waist, and ass like latex, shiny under the lights. Fishnet stockings encased her legs, leading to sky-high heels. Long black gloves reached her shoulders, a crisp bow tie collar sat at her throat, bunny ears headband flopped playfully on her head, and a small fluffy tail attached via a plug waited in the box—she hesitated, then inserted it carefully, the stretch making her gasp. The tail wagged behind her as she stepped out, looking cute and sexy as hell.
Alex's breath caught, his cock throbbing instantly. 'Fuck, Peggy, you look adorable and irresistible. Come here, bunny.'
'Happy to hop for you, master,' she teased, her voice light but laced with desire, approaching with a playful sway, the tail swishing.
He pounced like a predator, bending her over the bed doggystyle without preamble. His hands gripped her hips, the bodysuit's material cool under his palms, and he thrust into her pussy hard, the wetness welcoming him. 'So tight... take it, you sexy little bunny.' Each pound made the ears flop, the tail bobbing.
As he fucked her steadily, building speed, he noticed the tail's attachment. Smirking, he paused mid-thrust. 'Why'd you put the buttplug in? I thought you might skip that part.'
Blushing deeply under the makeup, Peggy glanced back over her shoulder, the ears tilting. 'I... thought you'd like it. For the full effect. Makes me feel naughty.' Her embarrassment only made her hotter.
His smile turned devilish, eyes darkening. 'If you're already prepared like that, it's my duty to use your other hole.' In one swift, fast motion, he yanked the plug free, the sudden emptiness making her asshole gape slightly, pink and inviting. Peggy yelped loudly, 'Ahh! Alex!' the sound a mix of shock and pleasure, her body clenching.
'Good girl.' He pressed the head of his cock, slick from her pussy, to her rear entrance, teasing the rim before thrusting in fully in one sweeping motion. The tight ring yielded to his girth, enveloping him in scorching heat. 'Fuck, your ass is perfect.' He began to fuck her roughly, pulling almost out before slamming back in, balls slapping against her pussy.
'Oh god, Alex! It's so big in my ass... yes, harder!' Peggy moaned loudly, pushing back, the bunny suit stretching with her movements. The heels dug into the carpet for leverage, fishnets tearing further. He gripped the bow tie collar like reins, pulling her head back slightly as he pounded, the tail discarded nearby.
Positions varied to keep the intensity: her on all fours, then lifted against the wall, legs wrapped around him as he bounced her on his cock in her ass. 'Take it deep, bunny slut. Scream for me.' Her cries echoed—'Ahh! Fuck my ass! More!' He came hard the first time, flooding her bowels with cum, grunting, 'Nngh! Filling your tight hole!' But he didn't stop, flipping her onto her back for more, legs over his shoulders, thrusting until a second orgasm hit him, more cum pumping into her, making her belly feel full. Peggy came repeatedly, her body a quivering mess, 'Yes! Cum in me again! I'm cumming so hard!' Juices leaked from her untouched pussy, mixing with the anal overflow.
They collapsed in a heap, cum leaking from her ass in thick rivulets, her makeup smudged, ears askew. 'You're a mess, but a beautiful one,' Alex murmured, kissing her.
'Last one,' she whispered, nodding to the box. 'The bridal.'
Peggy changed one final time, emerging in the detailed white bridal ensemble. The corset-style bodice cinched her waist tightly, lace embellishments tracing the edges, pushing her breasts up elegantly. Layered ruffles cascaded from the hips, the front hem short to mid-thigh for movement, a longer train sweeping behind like a whisper. A sheer veil draped over her face and shoulders, lace gloves covered her arms, garter-style stockings with white lace tops clung to her thighs, and she carried a small bouquet of white roses. Elegant white heels completed the look, making her feel like a vision.
She smiled softly at Alex, who stood waiting, his eyes softening with emotion. Seeing her like this, he walked to her slowly, dropping to one knee before her, the carpet muffling the sound. From his pocket, he pulled a small velvet box, opening it to reveal a sparkling diamond ring, the stone catching the light. 'Peggy Carter, you've captured my heart in this war-torn world. Will you marry me? Be my wife, my partner in everything?'
Tears welled in her eyes instantly, streaming down her cheeks beneath the veil, a sob of pure happiness escaping. She nodded vigorously, smiling through the emotion. 'Yes, Mr. Alex Reyes! Yes, I will marry you. With all my heart.'
He slid the ring onto her finger, the fit perfect, then rose to lift the veil, kissing her deeply, tenderly at first, then with growing passion. 'My bride. Forever.'
Lust reignited like wildfire, the romance fueling their desire. Alex carried her to the bed in his arms, laying her down gently before hiking the dress's hem up, the ruffles bunching. He entered her pussy missionary-style, slow at first, savoring the connection. 'Fuck your wife, Alex. Make me yours completely.'
'Always, Peggy.' He picked up speed, pounding rougher, her legs over his shoulders for deeper penetration. The train tangled around them, the bouquet tossed aside. 'Ahh! Yes, husband! Harder!' she cried, nails digging into his back through the gloves.
Anal followed seamlessly—he flipped her onto her stomach, lifting the train, and thrust into her ass, the lace scratching lightly. She rode back, 'Deeper in my ass! Claim it!' He spanked her through the fabric, reddening the skin again.
Face-fucking came next; she knelt before him, veil askew, deepthroating his cock with bridal devotion. 'Mmm, husband... cum down my throat.' He did, once, filling her mouth until she swallowed greedily.
Hours blurred in a haze of positions: doggystyle with her train flipped up, him slamming into her pussy; spooning anal, slow and deep; standing against the window, her pressed to the glass as he alternated holes; reverse cowgirl vaginal, her bouncing wildly, ring glinting. He face-fucked her again, then more vaginal, cumming multiple times in her pussy, then ass, the sheer volume making her belly bulge slightly, cum sloshing inside with each movement. Peggy climaxed endlessly, her moans a symphony—'Ahh! Yes! Fuck me everywhere! Impregnate your bride!'—her super soldier body handling the marathon.
Finally, exhaustion claimed them after one last vaginal thrust, Alex spilling deep inside her pussy, his cock pulsing with the final ropes. He stilled, softening within her, cum warm and abundant in her swollen womb. They drifted off entwined, his dick still buried in her, her head on his chest, the ring shining on her finger as sleep took them in peaceful bliss.