Dragonborn's Might makes Right

by Infonticus

A savage and violent man is merged with the Dragonborn and deposited in the MCU. With the power to bind and dominate souls to his will, this thoroughly ruthless Dragonborn begins his rampaging conquest of the multiverse. [Evil!Dragonborn SI]

10. Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Building the Dread Armada, Part 1

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[Within the Dragon Cabin] (The morning after)

"お鍋はグラグラ、お釜はシュウシュウ~"

I sang a cheery breakfast song as I cooked despite the tense atmosphere emanating from my new bedmates.

But to be fair to them, I did spend all of last night lying to them, kidnapping them, impersonating one of their own, turning them against each other, breaking their bones, beating them to a pulp and murdering the head of their family. So, it was only natural that some hard feelings were going to linger.

Also, it might be taunting them at how I was still wearing the body of their gentle-hearted Barbara. I needed this form for one last important task… And also, I couldn't be bothered at the moment as the [Adjustment Field] needed to be manually configured for every modification it was used for.

And I didn't give a damn how I looked at the moment.

I was enjoying my good mood, because after 20 long hours of every plan I made failing completely- from the plan of having mercenaries carpet bombing Aether, to the plan of raiding O-12 for military hardware, to the plan of picking off his waifus one by one.

I was just happy and relieved that one of my plant went my way for once: Aether ultra-murdered. Using my Unrelenting Force shout right against his heart and watching him explode into chunky bits was a memory that I'll treasure forever. It was a shame none of his waifus were there to see it happen- gravely injured as they were from our little tussle. But I nonetheless won my first battle with a hostile Company Contractor, and it was cause for celebration.

Celebrations would have meant raping each and every single one of his waifus before branding them. But unfortunately for me, regardless of how much I wanted to claim my spoils then and there, I had instead spent most of the time after the battle healing them of the wounds that I'd inflicted. Raping girls into an unsconcsious messes was satisfying, but raping mortally-wounded girls risked me ending up with a corpse around my dick. The latter was beyond my kink-set.

"So, all of you had better be grateful that I chose to heal you." I announced out loud in a chipper tone.

Turning around from the stoves, I faced the thirty or so of Aether's former waifus sitting around the long dining table. In particular, the three deities sat on the far head of the table. Venti, Zhongli, and the reunited Ei. Thirty pairs of eyes looked at me with differing emotions as I approached carrying an entire stack of griddles in one hand.

"American breakfast." I chirped cheerily with a bright smile, "It should even be to the quality that you're all accustomed to, because I even bought [Faerie Feast] for this. That, and I tire of eating low quality food."

A stack of fluffy maple syrup-covered pancakes, crispy hashbrowns, griddle-fried breakfast sausages, bacon and sunny side eggs. It was a breakfast overflowing with 'Freedom' and grease, but mostly 'Freedom.' It was irony in food form, because it will be the last meal they'll have before I enslaved them for all eternity.

So, internally laughing at the irony, I walked up to each of them and served one of their last meals as free people all by myself.

"Are sure you're Hevnokren and not the real Barbara?" Venti asked- eyeing me suspiciously as I served him his breakfast. My happy smile was likely unnervingly similar to the Barbara that he knew.

"I'm sitting right beside you, Venti." The real Barbara pouted in her cream bathrobe and fuzzy slippers as I was still wearing her clothes. Her pout only lasted until she turned towards me as I served her breakfast, and aimed a flat and completely unimpressed look at me, "Did you really need to take my underwear as well?"

"Yes, otherwise it wouldn't have been convincing when I guilted Aether into going into debt with your brand." I chimed- my soft feminine voice identical to hers. The debt was an important part of list night's strategy after all. I had hoped that with the debt-induced weakening of Aether's brand more waifus would rebel against him. But Venti sufficed- occupying and defeating Zhongli long enough for me to handle everyone else.

"Oh, speaking of which!" I gave an excited clap as I remembered something.

I walked over near the exit door of my Dragon Cabin, everyone's eyes watching me intently as I hung up a photo in a graceful wooden frame. I had put in my request through my Company Smartphone for memorabilia of my victory over Aether, and they gave me this framed photo.

Even though everyone else shot bitter looks at me, I smiled at what was in the photo.

It was a photo of me, Aether, and the others all huddled up together around his Company Tablet as he joked about his debt- Aether was smiling brightly, me as Barbara was peering over his right shoulder with a small smile, Venti was over his left shoulder with a larger, more carefree smile. Several others were there in the background as well, some caught mid-laugh, some grinning wide.

Of course, this was just moments before Venti broke free from his mind control and the violence began. But for just a moment- for just the briefest of moments- Aether, I and all the others were all just one big happy family.

And it was at that moment that Klee walked in- still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Klee!" Jean gasped in relief as she rushed to the eight year old. After our battle with Captain Marvel, she had immediately fallen asleep after all the excitement- still covered as she was with soot and ash, possibly radioactive. Fortunately for her, [Adjustment Field] could also do cleanup and decontamination.

Klee will be a worthy Capture. A genius at handling explosives, she was now more proficient with operating the Sci-Fi high explosives of the MCU than even I was. She had earned her spot on the magitech research and development team as my explosives expert.

"Are you alright?" the blonde fussed over the still groggy child- checking her for injuries and the like.

"Mmm… Jean? I'm okaaaayyy…" the eight year old yawned through Jean's pat down, "Munya… last night was amazing. I had so much fun with Mr. Hev!"

"Did he hurt you?!" Jean demanded, shielding Klee with her body from me.

"Uhh… no, Hev is really nice?" Klee said, utterly confused before turning chipper and beaming at everyone, "I came so much with him last night. I want to play with his toys everyday from now on!"

Deathly silence swept across the room as faces paled. Everyone's eyes snapped to me for a moment, their absolutely horrified expressions were so hilarious that I couldn't help but chortle.

Klee had taken to using the word 'came' as synonymous to 'felt joy.' And the 'toys' that she was referring to were the several tonnes of explosives that we used to try and whittle down Captain Marvel with. I myself was surprised by how quickly an eight year old girl could go through that much explosives in such a short span of time.

With a vengeful roar, the sound of steel being drawn rang out across the dining room.

"No wait, don't!" Venti warned some of the others who tried to stand up and fight. It would seem the Archons and some of the others had already realised it. But select others had failed to realise one crucial flaw in their plan to defy me.

"Our Visions!" Jean exclaimed in surprise as she realised that she could no longer channel the power of the wind into her sword, "What have you done, Hevnokren?!"

I gave an amused snort of derision before going back to handing out breakfasts.

"Nothing at all." I answered with a shrug, "You seem to have forgotten that Visions are mere conduits- much like a garden hose or a faucet. So ask yourselves, what use is a garden hose or faucet when it isn't attached to anything?"

"But… how can that be?" Jean's voice was a whisper now as the ones who were just about to revolt, sheepishly sat back down. I made sure to meet eyes with each and every single one of them- a silent warning not to try that again on the threat of incredible violence.

"You are millions upon untold millions of realms away from your home realm." I reminded them, "The only reason all of you had been able to use your Visions' powers in the first place was because Aether was acting as the source of your powers."

"Aether did that?" Venti murmured in realization. That made me raise a blonde eyebrow, it would seem despite being a god, he was not aware of Aether's function as their power's locus. And from the confused looks the others made, none of them did.

"Indeed, Company Contractors serve more functions than merely holding your leash." I articulated, "Alternatively, if I brand you, I myself will act as the source for your powers, just as Aether had. You will regain the powers of your Vision, and you can go back to flinging wind, water, fire and what not."

But truly, I had two main reasons as to why I haven't branded them just now.

The first was for Company Credits: Waifus were only permanently freed after 72 hours had passed after their Company Contractor was killed, or if they all spent 24 hours in my [Dragon Cabin] or [Pocket Apartment]. Until either condition was fulfilled, they were worth a lot less Company Credits- only one-sixth of their value.

The second reason is that I wanted to rape them before my brand makes them docile, obedient and willing. But I was willing to settle for raping a reluctant waifu, that was fun in a different way too. It was, after all, my right as the victor. My right to do whatever the hell I want, as I had killed the one person who was going to stop from doing so.

"And you think returning our Visions' powers will be enough to surrender our freedom to you?" Venti countered- his blue-green eyes narrowed in suspicious slits.

"Don't overestimate yourselves." I scoffed, pouring him some orange juice. "Because even with your powers, you're all so terribly weak and fragile. Just like my last two waifus."

But unlike Sylvie and Valkyrie, these idealistic, good-aligned waifus were not going to mesh well with my violent manner of 'Rape, Kill, Pillage.'

"We never did see any of your waifus." Venti confessed, a hint of worry in his voice as he pondered the possibility that I had been fighting all of them by my lonesome. And of course, I obliged him. A sadistic grin broke on my face and they recoiled even before I started speaking.

"Because they were never on that world we were on." I uttered- drinking in their dread, "All that time, you had been fighting me and me alone. And neither have any of you actually fought me at my full power."

Their brows furrowed, their lips pursed and they poked at their food as an atmosphere of trepidation seemed to sweep across the room. It would seem that they realised that- for all their power- I could essentially 'solo their entire team' as gamers would say.

"W-what are you going to do to us?" Barbara hesitantly asked the million dollar question with just the slightest hint of fear in her soft voice. And it seemed that it was a common question lingering in their minds as everyone's eyes swivelled to me.

Under the scrutiny, I sighed in exasperation as I took my seat at the head of the table.

"For what I'll be doing, where I'm going, who I'll be fighting..." I began with my feminine voice while swirling my glass of orange juice in my hand contemplatively, "...Almost none of you are powerful enough to survive the demands of the battlefields I'll find myself in. Because despite what Aether has bought for you all, he had coddled you, and had avoided pushing you to break past your limits. But I, on the other hand?"

My dainty fist clenched almost audibly as I fixed them a stare.

"I find that weakness unacceptable for my waifus. Rape, Kill, Pillage. That's what I'll be doing across several realms of existence."

Of course, some of them were about to raise their protests about that declaration, but I preempted them- the steely undertone in my voice carrying the threat of incredible violence.

"You know that you cannot stop me." I reminded them as I levelled a hard stare at them, "And you're either waifus that will aid me or victims. And right now, I'm still deciding which of you is which. So be quiet and let me enjoy my breakfast."

There was a tense silence after that. Some glanced at me with fearful expressions, others with resentment. But the cursed bard was the first to break quiet.

"It's so unnerving when you say such things with Barbara's face and voice…" Venti sighed helplessly, "However, you must give us more than simply 'Obey or Die,' Hevnokren."

"I don't need to give you anything. Not even my brand." I immediately chastised him with a contemptuous glower, and they just looked confused.

"And why would you not want to brand us, you slaver?" Venti asked in a bitter and suspicious tone.

"Of course Aether didn't tell you..." I couldn't help but groan in exasperation. These good-aligned waifus didn't seem to know how deep into things they were, and they were proving more trouble than they were worth without the brand. Honestly, it was like they were asking to be reminded of how utterly fucked they were even without my intervention.

So I obliged them.

"You do not understand what's waiting for you if you die without being bound to a Contractor." my soft voice rang through the dining room- edged with a sharp warning. "Your souls will just go straight to the Company, and it will likely be put on sale for anyone to purchase and do as they please for all eternity... or until they bore of you, in which case, the cycle of dying and being sold repeats… And you can all thank Aether for branding you in the first place."

Under that single nugget of information, their faces paled as every argument they had died in their throats. My steel-blue eyes swept across the room, watching as each of their faces blanched at the harsh reality of their current situation.

For them to find out that it wasn't even I that had damned them- that it was Aether himself. And I, Hevnokren, was their only hope in avoiding being sold away to some strange deviant. Somewhere, sometime. It was a cruel twist of fate- one that I found wholly amusing.

"Aether's brand was all encompassing to that degree? E-even our souls are damned to a hellish afterlife because of him?" Hu Tao stuttered with a small voice, pale as a ghost. As the Director of a funeral parlour in charge of ensuring souls rest, that particular tidbit of information seemed to have shaken her to the core.

"Yes…There will be no afterlife for you, only a living hell that will never end as the Company whores you out to whoever can afford. Without a Company Contractor's brand, you're all doomed." I intoned, meeting their eyes one by one as the activation words were said.

And soundlessly, the [Adjustment Field] did its insidious work. For after all, the Adjustment Field could affect minds as well. But I would not be turning them into mindless slaves- the real prize was their personalities and their unique perspectives after all.

I did not need to bend their will. If anything, I increased it.

The survival instinct was an incredibly strong drive that was universal in all living beings. And so, with the slightest of tweaks and the gentlest of nudges, I made theirs just a bit stronger. Just a bit more willing to live. Just a bit more conscious of their own needs and wants. Just a bit more desperate to go home. And just a bit more willing to do whatever to get what they want. They were still a family of good people. Just driven into a corner with nowhere to go except into my welcoming arms.

My steel-blue eyes looked at them sharply as I considered them, and I could almost see the questions that burned like burning hot coal in their minds- it was as if it was written on their faces.

'How far would you go to avoid an eternity of humiliation and torment, Venti?'

I watched as the wind deity gritted his teeth furiously as his hands clasped around his head in guilt.

'How far would you go to defy this terrible fate that you've found ahead in your days, Lisa?'

I watched as the archmage-turned-librarian chewed on her lip in uncertain desperation.

'How far would you go just to give your family a chance to one day see their home again, Jean?'

I watched as Jean cradled a bawling Barbara with an hopelessly unsure expression.

'How far would you go to preserve your precious friends' happiness, Yae?'

I watched as the foxgirl miko stared into the distance, a hardened look in her eyes.

'How far would you go to save those you have sworn to protect, Zhongli?'

I watched as Zhongli drew his lips into a tense, tight line.

'How far would you go to protect your adoptive little sister, Albedo?'

I watched as Albedo tearfully hugged a confused Klee- too young to comprehend what awaited her.

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"But… that is only if I don't brand you." I sighed in faux-innocence, and all eyes snapped their gazes towards me- looking at me with a conflicted sort of hope. The reluctant desire to ask for me to brand them was glimmering right behind their teary eyes, and I smiled on the inside as we all arrived at the same answer.

'The answer: Very, very far.'

Good people had willingly sacrificed their freedoms, their lives, and their morals for much less. They'll go whatever lengths and do whatever it takes just to escape the fate that awaited them and their loved ones. Accepting my brand seemed like the smallest thing compared to that. And this… this was where corruption began: With the smallest of steps, with the tiniest of compromises, and with the best of intentions.

"The ones I do brand though…" I began nonchalantly, still admiring the breakfast that I cooked, all while knowing that they were making such horrified expressions at the thought of them not being the ones to be branded. And they were forced to ask themselves the most important question: Do they really want to be one of those left unbranded? "...you'll be enjoying immortality in one form or another. Not that I expect you to spend every minute of that immortality by my side."

"Y-you'll allow us free reign to do as we please?" Venti asked with slight disbelief.

"My waifus are going to help me with my conquest." I emphasized the words, and some of them winced at being reminded that I was still mulling over who to give my brand to, "but apart from that? I don't really care what they- you- do to occupy your free time."

And truly, I did not give a damn. Why would I ever focus my attention away from Raping, Killing and Pillaging to fuss over my waifus and have them monopolize my time like I was some insecure little Aether? I'll spend time with whoever the hell I want. Everything is going to be on my terms, not theirs.

But there were still perks that came with the title though.

"You'll have nigh unlimited funding so you can feel free to plumb the depths of your arts or sciences." I began enumerating what they could do in their free time as my waifus, "Or use your position as my waifu to establish a benevolent utopia on one of my subjugated worlds, I can never have enough decent governors after all. Or sample food or entertainment from every corner of this universe. Or spend all your time relaxing in a palace with ten thousand servants at your beck and call. Or just..."

"...go home." my voice- still that of gentle Barbara's- finished softly, almost reassuringly. And the last one seemed to be the one to make the biggest impact on them- a look of shock striking their faces as they stared at me incredulously.

"Go home?" Barbara was the one to speak up- a painfully wistful tone in her voice that was one step away from a choked sob. The ash-blonde deaconess stood up, still in her cream bathrobe and bunny slippers, and walked over to me at the head of the table.

Feeling that this will be significant, I stood up and we stood side by side in silence. Practically identical to each other aside from our clothes. Then, with trembling hands, she took mine- slender hand in slender hand. Steel-blue eyes met steel-blue eyes glistening with unshed tears, and once again, Barbara asked the question that they all were carrying in their minds.

"You… you'd let us do that?" Her gentle voice was nothing but a whisper, coloured by a tentative hope that was as fragile as paper-thin glass.

I honestly didn't know why she was so touched by the thought. I really, really couldn't give a damn what they did when they were not helping me with Raping, Killing, and Pillaging. It only matters to me that they do.

"You can do that." I reassured her, despite my mild confusion. "I'll give you my brand, Barbara, and you can just go home. Back to Teyvat. Live the life you left behind with not a day having passed since you left."

A rising glow of deep gratitude began lighting up her face… right before she remembered that she was not alone.

"But what about the others, they- mmm…" Barbara began to plead, but bit her lip as she glanced back at Jean and the others. She wanted my brand- what I could offer to her, but she was still unsure if the others were willing to accept it as well. But as I looked at them all, I could see the same fragile hope in their eyes.

"All of you can go home if that is what you wish."

There was a stunned silence, right before I suddenly enveloped me in a tight hug by Barbara.

"Thank you…" she wept openly, hot tears of gratitude running down her fair cheeks past a watery smile of relief. "Thank you, Hevnokren!"

"You're welcome, Barbara." I cooed reassuringly, stroking her back warmly through the bathrobe. It must have been quite a sight: Two Barbaras hugging each other. But I was relieved that my decision to corrupt them while still looking like Barabara was the right choice.

A pretty girl with a melodious voice asking you to be her branded slave was a lot more convincing than if a giant bone-armoured man with a booming voice did the same after all.

In their eyes, I've made progress from being a violent dragon-warlord that had raped one of their friends and beaten them to an inch of life… to their saviour and willing slave-master. And with that, my Barbara form has not only lulled Aether to his death; it has also made his waifus willingly become mine. And by the time I'm through with them, I could order them to slaughter an entire planet's worth of people and they would do it with a smile- even without the brand.

However, now was no longer a time for hilarious lies and deceit, it was time for some good old fashion ultra-violence. On a galactic scale no less. It was time to make the Dread Armada a terrifying reality for the denizens of this universe.

But first…

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(One hour later) Venti Smut - Variation B: Genderswap

My dragonborn form carried the wind deity by the collar. More than seven feet of muscle and dragonplate armour effortlessly dangling that slender slip of a boy in one outstretched hand.

"Where are you taking me?" Venti asked as I wordlessly opened the door to one of the rooms and tossed him onto the bed. Door locked and airtight, there was nowhere for him to go.

"You've been completely insufferable thus far, so I'm going to teach you to control your lip, bard." I growled, my bone-clad form towering over Venti and casting a dark shadow over his graceful, feminine form.

"What are you going to do? Violate me and bend me to your will with your sexual skills like what you've done to Ei?" Venti taunted back fearlessly with a sly smirk, even as the wind deity ran slender hands up and down narrow waist and shapely, tight-covered thighs.

Lifting a slender leg- still covered up in those soft skin tight white tights- up from the couch, Venti ran them up and down my waist and thighs. His slender hands hugging around the slender body that so mirrored that of a pretty girl at the cusp of full womanhood.

"This form is male." Venti stressed the word with that smooth, sly voice that he had- oftentimes indistinguishable from that of a pretty girl as he smiled saucily, "Something I doubt appeals to you."

Rosy pink lips curled into a teasing smirk, a graceful finger playing with the braid of soft blue hair tipped with aqua-green. Venti's sly smile of feigned lustfulness, those hooded aqua-green eyes batting their eyelashes at me.

"But I am aware that it resembles that of a female mortal's." Venti deliberately sighed breathily- like a girl in passion as the lithe wind deity tossed and turned suggestively onto the crisp white sheets, "It must be pure frustration for you~"

My own red eyes narrowed into dangerous slits underneath my dragonplate helm.

"That won't be a problem any longer." My deep voice growled as I said aloud a very specific set of words, "Bard, it's time for you to play a specific song in mind."

A confused look came over Venti's features- raising a curious eyebrow at me.

"What song?" Venti questioned just in time for the voice command that I had prepared ahead of time to activate: the [Adjustment Field] altering Venti's physiology. Venti felt it of course and found herself jumping back against the couch in surprise.

Her Aqua-green eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as the bard's lithe body changed considerably within the span of a single moment. That frilly white button down shirt stretched to accommodate the slight well of breasts that appeared on Venti's slender chest, the deep blue hair that ended with cerulean tips lengthening down past Venti's slender shoulders and back and all the way to a rear that curved out with just a bubbly roundness.

But overall, Venti retained her original lithe and graceful body shape.

With deep panic, immediately dived a slender hand down the front of her green shorts and immediately cupped her crotch to find that a certain something was no longer there. Her pupils of her pretty aqua-green eyes narrowed into pinpricks before snapping to look at me with a frightened expression.

"Yes," I agreed, the rumbling of my chuckles, low and cruel, echoed through the room as I confirmed her suspicions, "Now that form of yours no longer just resembles that of a female mortal's form- for it is one."

Timidly slipping her trembling hand out of her green and gold shorts, Venti audibly gulped in nervousness- her Adam's apple nowhere to be found on pale, slender neck. Rather than a boy that could be mistaken for a girl, she now looked to be a girl that could be mistaken for a boy.

"And you know what that means right?" I ventured as my blood-red eyes raked across the gentle curves of her boyish body. I took a step forward and Venti pressed her back against the couch- tense in fear.

"It means that you'll take it easy on me because I'm a girl now?" She guessed with a hopeful lilt.

"It means…" I began with a vicious grin as I undid my dragonplate gauntlets- both of them disappearing into my Inventory, "that you're about to experience the joys of being made a woman. My woman."

"Please no!" Venti pleaded, already panicking as she tried to scramble away but found her body sluggish thanks to the [Adjustment Field] at work, and it was no obstacle to push her down onto the bed. "I'll apologize for being so insolent, so please spare me!"

"No, you have avoided my wrath for long enough, o' wind goddess." My deep voice growled as I pushed her down against the mattress. I reached up and her frilled white button down proved too thin to be any barrier between my large hands and her petite breasts. Warm palms kneaded against her chest, the rustle of fabric sliding across the smooth skin of her newly acquired mounds the only sound in the room for a long ten seconds.

"Please Nnnnaahhh…" Venti's voice slipped out- the reluctant and unexpected pleasure visibly bothering her greatly. The Adjustment Field was at work once again, but this time, I wasn't gentle. At sixteen times the sensitivity, even the slightest of touch ignited fireworks of ecstasy all across her lithe body.

"There's no point in resisting, Venti." I muttered to her in a low voice- brushing my thumbs across those stiffening tips poking against her shirt and admiring that sexy little squirm she did, "The sensations will engulf you sooner or later. You may as well embrace the pleasures of being a girl."

Her blue-green eyes like gems set atop blushing cheeks fluttered open and looked at me- and the slightest flicker of defiance shone through them.

"N-no… I shan't enjoy this!" She denied with a half-hearted glare with that pink blush. Her defiant expression was honestly cute, particularly when I gave her small chest a squeeze and that expression almost crumbled from that pleasure. "I shan't!"

"But you will." I stressed, giving her petite chest another squeeze- soft and perky as it was, "Raiden Ei is more headstrong and stubborn than you, and she still lost her mind to this pleasure. You're going to willingly become my eager little bedroom pet for the next few hours regardless of what you say now, Venti."

"Mmmm, noo…" she denied while squirming under my touch. And while she was stewing in her denials, I was busy undressing her- removing her teal caplet and unbuttoning her top. She gave a little whine of protest when the cool air was given access to her exposed chest. Delicious little mounds of creamy smooth skin topped by pale-pink nipples. My fingers found both of them and gave them a little brush.

"Mmmm~" She failed to stifle that little whimper of pleasure- her background as a bard revealing itself in her voice. Melodic and feminine. Soft and graceful like a spring breeze dancing between trees…

I want to hear it screaming in pleasure.

The brass snap fastener of her green shorts popped open underneath my fingers with a metallic click. And I helped myself to a handful of her pert, shapely ass as I began sliding her shorts down her long legs. Toned from her constant wandering around and covered in those smooth white tights that she had.

"Noooo…" Venti whimpered in embarrassment again as she tried to cover herself up- her dainty little hands trying to cover up her crotch from my sight. Not that it helped her in any way as I simply slipped my own hand underneath them, straight past the waistband of her tights and her boyish briefs.

"W-what?!" She squealed in confusion- her blue-green eyes flying wide open as my fingertips found their mark and a spark of pleasure burst from that little pink nub that all girls had.

Her hands immediately grasped my wrist, trying to push it away from playing with that feminine button of hers, but to no avail. Too distracted as Venti was from the shivers of unbearable pleasure that she couldn't muster the strength to push it away.

"Not there~!" Venti moaned as I brushed over it again and again. And with every brush of my fingertip, her hands seemed to loosen their grip on my wrist until she was holding onto me for support rather than to stop me. A finger slipped further down- between delicate feminine lips and over her honey-leaking entrance, and Venti couldn't help but cry out.

"How- why are mortal girls' so sensitive here?!" She gasped out in unexpected ecstasy- already close to her first climax with a girl's body- just one delicate brush away from an inevitable and massive climax. "I'm going to- I'm going to-!"

Then her hips gave an involuntary buck against my finger- dragging her sensitive little clitoris across the fingertip on her own, and her fantastic orgasm came crashing into her- washing her away with mind blowing sexual satisfaction that came from woman's already sensitive body being made twice more sensitive by the Adjustment Field.

"Don't!" Venti protested with a cute moaning whine, her hips doing a little jump from the sudden pleasure as her already amazing orgasm was propelled to even greater heights.

I grinned in vicious satisfaction at this annoying former enemy of mine being driven mad with pleasure.

"The pleasure must be mind-meltingly good, isn't it?" I taunted while giving her clitoris a slight tweak. Every little movement that she made now tugged and pressed her sensitive pink bean in my fingers.

"Not ther- Aaahhhn~!" She screamed out her pleasure, throwing her head back and making her teal-tipped plaits whip back onto the white pillow. Her slender legs trembled and her dainty toes curled in an amazing climax that she just couldn't endure.

And I couldn't help but admire the expression that the trembling wind goddess was giving me. Flushed red as she was with a nuclear red blush, mouth agape as she gasped for air, her slender hips bucking against my finger, her slender hands gripping my wrist and pulling it closer to her as if she was holding a vibrator to her hot quim. For a whole minute, she did just that- tossing and turning and gasping as she bucked against my hand, overcome with ecstasy.

"Haah...Haaaahhh~" She panted as that minute of ecstasy ended, all that was left was a breathless wind goddess and my hand covered in her sweet nectar. But it was clear how her sinfully petite body was still aching for more, her long legs were pressing her trembling thighs together- hiding that overly sensitive girlhood that had just experienced its first female orgasm in her life.

"It's good to see that you enjoyed yourself, Venti." my deep voice cruelly uttered. "Now it's my turn to have my fun…"

Her blue-green eyes flew wide open as I detached my codpiece- revealing the thick hardened pillar of throbbing cock. Thick as her wrist and almost as long as her forearm, the hot cock throbbed under her gaze.

"H-hev, please, I can't! If you..." Venti cut herself, gulping heavily as she dragged her eyes' gaze up and down the length, "You'll tear me in half with that!"

"Oh, I wouldn't worry, a girl's body is a wonderful thing capable of such miracles." I 'reassured' her as I pushed apart her slender thighs- letting her lay back against the mattress, "Pushing this all the way to the hilt should be no problem for me."

And between those smooth inner-thighs was the prize that I had been waiting to claim ever since our fight on G-69, the opening to reveal that flawless pink slit still leaking as it was with her clear honey. And I was unwilling to let my prize go unclaimed, not after all the trouble I had to go through.

I poised the bulbous head of my wrist-thick cock against the tiny entrance of her virgin femininity. It was going to be more than just a tight fit, but the Company Perk [Sexual Calibration] will ensure that she stays as tight as possible and adapt her body regardless of my size. But it was still going to be uncomfortable for her at the beginning, especially since I could feel the very tip of my cock resting on her maidenhead.

"P-please, don't go through with this…" Venti begged, and I didn't even hold back my scoff of amusement at how incredibly half-hearted it was. Even the pink petals of her femininity were twitching in arousal against the head of my cock, her body wanted this to happen- regardless of how much she wanted to deny this.

And with a vicious grin, my blood-red eyes met her blue-green eyes, and I relished at how it widened in shock as I made good of my claim and mercilessly speared my massive cock right to the hilt.

"Ohhhhhhhhhyyyessssssssss~!" She shouted in unabashed satisfaction as she came again- her slender arms flying to embrace me for leverage so that she could grind her hips against mine. And I experienced first hand how the wind goddess' womanhood felt when she came. Very tight and very responsive. Tight like a narrow corridor of sodden velvet for the cock, and responsive as every little movement sent her insides into a flurry of movement, squeezing and milking and clenching with its silky wet folds like no tomorrow.

Then I began moving in earnest- drawing my hips back and dragging my cock until just the fat head remained in her. The long shaft glistened with her honey. Then with a powerful thrust, every throbbing inch of cock disappeared right back in between her dainty little pink pussy lips.

"U-ugh… F-Faster!" She cried out, unable and unwilling to resist anymore. Her soaked inner walls clenching tighter around my shaft as I began taking her in earnest. Her small, perky breasts with their stiff pink nipples dragged across my chest with every thrust.

"Such an eager wind goddess slut." I mocked, taking her slender waist with both hands and using them as handles to move Venti up and down my massive cock like she was a cute little sex toy- one that I didn't care to be particularly gentle with.

And being taken roughly seemed to be exactly what she wanted.

"Yes yes yessss!" Venti squealed as each thrust was so hard that her teal-tipped braids jumped every time I bottomed out in her dripping pink hole. The squelch of her constantly cumming pussy accompanied by the wet meaty slap of our hips meeting filled the room.

"Aaaahhhh…Being a girl..." She panted, her aqua-green eyes glazed over with pleasure as she enthusiastically moved her hips to meet each of my thrusts, "It's. Just. So. Gooood~!"

Idly, I wondered if I should do the same for the other males that I just acquired from Aether. Zhongli, Diluc, Xingqiu, Xiao, Razor and all the others. Turn them into women that I'd be inclined to claim; for after all, I fully planned on claiming as many of this universe' women as I can, and that's half the population of the entire universe. But why stop at half? Why not turn the other half into women as well and make them mine as well? Such odd questions to be pondered when deflowering a former boy.

"I-I'll reach climax again..." Vento announced with a long moan of satisfaction- her little pussy's silky soft inner folds taking me out of my musings with their squeezing and milking, and I couldn't help but grin viciously.

"Just wait until I fill you up until you're dripping white with my semen, Venti." my deep voice growled into her ear, and I felt her shiver in lustful anticipation against me. The thick bulbous head of my cock possessively smeared precum right against the entrance of her divine womb as every thrust reached her deepest depths.

"N-noooo… D-don't! Not in the deepest part~!" She pleaded, moaning lewd while her inner walls squeezed down tight in excitement. Her feigned resistance was amusing. Indeed, it only made me go rougher and faster on her.

I didn't bother with a warning- just growling as I slammed my massive wrist-thick cock right to the hilt, trapping her pretty little pussy between the ruined sheets and my massive cock as I pushed that thick cockhead all the way to her vulnerable womb.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhnnn~!" Venti screamed out her pleasure as her aqua-green eyes flew wide open, and her mouth in a wide 'O' of pleasure as her tiny pussy squeezed and clenched in its most animated climax yet- as if it was desperately begging for me to cum right that back- begging me to breed her. Her entire lithe body tensed up as that first thick rope of virile semen to come shooting out from the tip and thud against the back wall of her womb in an explosion of white.

Then came the second rope. Then the third. Then the fourth. Each one coating her inner walls one after the other until her delicate little pussy found itself too full to contain it and it began streaming out from where we were connected and onto the crumpled sheets. The little red spot of her lost virginity was lost in a tide of my pearl-white semen and her clear girl cum.

"Haaahhhh… that was… that was beyond what words can describe." she panted in awe, resting her forehead back on the pillow. Her aqua-green eyes in a daze of pleasure.

"Was?" I questioned as I gave a little thrust- earning a squeak from her as she realised that I hadn't softened one bit inside her. "We still have a few hours before we arrive at our destination, Venti."

"I-I shan't submit, even if... even if you violate me over and over again~!" She proclaimed with a half-hearted glare, even as her aqua-green eyes took on an excited and expectant gleam. The latter half of her declaration definitely sounded like she was begging for me to do just that.

Grasping her by the waist, I ignored her excited squeal as I began thrusting in and out again- churning up the cocktail of our combined juices in her incredibly tight wind goddess pussy. Sylvie, Raiden Ei, and now Venti… deflowering goddesses was becoming a pattern in my conquests. One that I fully intended on continuing. Now, I only needed to find more of them.

But for now...

"Hev! Faster, please! HARDER~!" Venti screamed and begged- doing her best to press her eagerly dripping pussy around my manhood as she wildly clawed at my back.

"Of course." I grinned viciously in response… right before filling the room with the sound of me fulfilling Venti's request. We had time after all. Hours in fact, and I was going to spend every minute fulfilling both her request and her insatiable little pussy.

And with both of us practically immortal, this was only the first of the many, many days I'll spend enjoying everything this sexy little wind deity had to offer.

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(One hour later) Venti Smut - Variation 2: Trap

My dragonborn form carried the wind deity by the collar. More than seven feet of muscle and dragonplate armour effortlessly dangling that slender slip of a boy in one outstretched hand.

"Where are you taking me?" Venti asked as I wordlessly opened the door to one of the rooms and tossed him onto the bed. Door locked and airtight, there was nowhere for him to go.

"You've been completely insufferable thus far, so I'm going to teach you to control your lip, bard." I growled, my bone-clad form towering over Venti and casting a dark shadow over his graceful, feminine form.

"What are you going to do? Violate me and bend me to your will with your sexual skills like what you've done to Ei?" Venti taunted back fearlessly with a sly smirk, even as the wind deity ran slender hands up and down narrow waist and shapely, tight-covered thighs.

Lifting a slender leg- still covered up in those soft skin tight white tights- up from the couch, Venti ran them up and down my waist and thighs. His slender hands hugging around the slender body that so mirrored that of a pretty girl at the cusp of full womanhood.

"This form is male." Venti stressed the word with that smooth, sly voice that he had- oftentimes indistinguishable from that of a pretty girl as he smiled saucily, "Something I doubt appeals to you."

Rosy pink lips curled into a teasing smirk, a graceful finger playing with the braid of soft blue hair tipped with aqua-green. Venti's sly smile of feigned lustfulness, those hooded aqua-green eyes batting their eyelashes at me.

"But I am aware that it resembles that of a female mortal's." Venti deliberately sighed breathily- like a girl in passion as the lithe wind deity tossed and turned suggestively onto the crisp white sheets, "It must be pure frustration for you~"

My own red eyes narrowed into dangerous slits underneath my dragonplate helm. That sounded like a challenge more than anything else. Venti looked fine, just as he was. All gracefully slender legs, tight ass, soft skin and a pretty face. I really didn't care what other people thought. I was going to claim my payback on the bard with my cock, however way I pleased.

"I have now just decided that it is no longer a problem." My deep voice growled- earning a confused look from Venti.

"What do you mean?" He questioned as he raised a curious eyebrow at me. "Have you changed your mind then?"

"It means…" I began with a vicious grin as I undid my dragonplate gauntlets and my codpiece- all of them disappearing into my Inventory, "that male or no. You're going to be a receptacle for my desires for the next few hours."

"W-what?" Venti's apprehensive whisper slipped out of his mouth, "But that's forbidden love!"

"No homo." I casually dismissed his concerns with a roll of my blood red eyes as I reached for him with a big hand.

"Please no!" Venti pleaded, already panicking as he tried to scramble away but found his body sluggish thanks to the [Adjustment Field] at work, and it was no obstacle to. "I'll apologize for being so insolent, so please spare me!"

"No, you have avoided my wrath for long enough, o' wind god." My deep voice growled as I yanked him up the bed and placed him on his knees before where I sat. "You have been incredibly generous with gracing me with your endless words, but now is the time to put that mouth of yours to better use."

Venti's mouth snapped shut at that, as if shutting up now would save him. But it only served to remind me that his soft pink lips and tongue were very agile and dexterous for the job I required of them.

"Either you do it willingly or this will start... and end violently." my deep voice rumbled in a warning. With my massive cock in hand, I gave it a little swing- catching Venti by the skin of his soft cheek with a little slap.

"Mmmm…" Venti whined before opening his mouth wide and closed his eyes, showing nothing but hot mouth and tongue before doing his best to engulf the tip, and hesitantly lapping at the tip with his tongue. I took the time to unclasp and remove that teal capelet and have more access to Venti's pert little rear end.

Venti had an amazing figure. Reaching down, I helped myself to admiring Venti's sexy figure with my hand- dragging my palm over flawless, long legs covered in those soft white tights, then over those blue-green shorts to help myself to a nice handful of that tight ass.

"Mmmm~" Venti's reluctant and exceedingly sexy moan slipped out from his throat. The [Adjustment Field] was at work once again, but this time, I wasn't gentle. At sixteen times the sensitivity, even the slightest of touch ignited fireworks of ecstasy all across that lithe body, and Venti's blue-green eyes fluttered their lashes at the pleasure from just that one touch.

The feeling of the hot wet mouth moaning around my cock was also enjoyable.

"Use your hands for whatever you can't reach with your mouth." I advised Venti, who only gave a shy nod before doing as told. Dainty hands and fingers with that creamy soft skin wrapped around the base of my thick shaft. Too small to wrap around fully with one hand, Venti had to make do with both hands.

A heavy pink blush settled on Venti's flawlessly smooth pale cheeks as those same fingers that were skilled at strumming those instruments demurely stroked up and down my shaft. And for a few long minutes, Venti managed to stay quiet. The only sounds to be heard in the room were the soft suckling and slurping as my cock was serviced by the hot and wet mouth of this lithe and sexy wind god.

"Hah… Mmmmm~" Every so often, shy little moans and whimpers escaped through the tight wet seal that Venti's pale pink lips had made around my shaft. Aqua-blue eyes peered up at me as Venti bobbed up and down- leaving the upper parts of my shaft glistening with saliva as it left the wet confines of Venti's hot mouth and attending tongue.

Said eyes winced in undeniable pleasure as my big hands pawed and massaged that tight little ass through the thin fabric of those teal shorts.

"Please Nnnhh…" Venti's voice slipped out- the reluctant pleasure visibly bothering him. "S-stop doing that…"

"Stop doing what?" I grinned teasingly as I went from fondling that ass to dragging my warm palms down across those slender thighs in white and gold tights. So incredibly feminine that it would put most girls to shame in how well-shaped and graceful they were.

"You know… Oohhhh~" Venti moaned aloud, dainty hands subconsciously gripping and stroking my shaft faster, "You know what you're doing!"

"But there's no point in resisting, Venti." I muttered to her in a low voice- raising an open palm up and bringing it down over that tight wind god ass and admiring that sexy little squirm he did, "The sensations will engulf you sooner or later. You may as well embrace those pleasures."

Aqua-green eyes like gems set atop blushing cheeks fluttered open and looked at me- and the slightest flicker of defiance shone through them.

"N-no… I shan't enjoy this!" Venti denied with a half-hearted glare with that pink blush. That blushing, defiant expression was honestly cute, particularly when I gave that pert ass a squeeze and that expression almost crumbled from that pleasure. "I shan't!"

"But you will." I stressed, moving my hands down and giving those slender thighs a squeeze, "Raiden Ei is more headstrong and stubborn than you, and she still lost her mind to this pleasure. You're going to willingly become my eager little bedroom pet for the next few hours regardless of what you say now, Venti. Now get back to sucking, Venti."

"Mmmm..." Venti moaned again, squirming under my touch even as pale-pink lips once again lowered onto my cock- swirling wet tongue and adding a bit of suction at the end of each worshipping lap. The brass snap fastener of those teal shorts popped open underneath my fingers with a metallic click. And those quiet wet suckling noises were accompanied by the sound of those shorts sliding down Venti's legs and onto the floor.

Toned from the constant wandering around and covered in those smooth white tights, Venti had amazing legs. Reaching into my Pocket Space, I took out the Blade of Woe, the same blade that was used by murderous assassins for murders and assassinations, a graceful ebony blade almost as long Venti's forearm. And with it in hand, I used it for its intended purpose: cutting the waistband of this sexy little femboy's briefs so that I could slip it off him without having to take off his white tights.

"Noooo…" Venti whimpered in embarrassment again as he tried to stop me without accidentally cutting herself on the dagger- dainty little hands trying desperately to snatch his underwear from me. Until I threw it across the room, of course. Venti shot a dirty look at me, but I simply grasped the back of his head and that pouty pale-pink lips back where they belonged: Slurping and sucking around my cock.

Deciding that his underwear was a lost cause, Venti could only close those aqua-blue eyes in embarrassment and suckle harder- as if to distract himself from how exposed he was. That small bulge at the front of his white tights betrayed Venti's eagerness to continue to perform a surprisingly capable fellatio.

With nothing except those thin tights hugging those pert ass cheeks, I gave each of them a swat- earning a squeal of extreme pleasure from Venti thanks to the pleasure-multiplying effects of the [Adjustment Field]. It was so cute that I did it again. And again. Each time, a bit firmer and harder than the last, until finally I stopped. And by that time, his tight rear end was glowing slightly red even through his almost see-through tights.

"Mmmm~" Venti failed to stifle that little whimper of pleasure as I massaged where I had just spanked him- his background as a bard revealing itself in his voice. Melodic and feminine. Soft and graceful like a spring breeze dancing between trees…

Venti's blush grew pinker on snow-white cheeks and the fellatio grew more willing… more passionate as well.

Where once, it was just tentative little licks with a hesitant tongue and puckered little kisses… now the graceful wind god was lavishing the throbbing hot length of my manhood with worshipping laps of tongue- dragging that wet tongue from base to tip in long strokes. The teal and green-blue braids swaying as those hesitant first suckles turned into long bobbing dips of his head- taking my thick cock into his hot mouth.

And I didn't bother holding back.

"I'm going to cum soon, Venti. You know what you have to do, right?" I announced in a low voice, meeting Venti's aqua-green eyes as he continued to bob those pretty pale-pink lips up and down my throbbing shaft. And immediately, he disconnected with a wet pop.

"Mmm… fine…" Vent conceded, voice soft and shy even as a gossamer bridge of saliva still linked his lips to the thick cockhead as soft hands stroked up and down, "I'll drink it all up..."

And a heavy blush settled on the wind god's fair cheeks, Venti dove right back in. My cock was treated to a thorough and deep tour of Venti's eager, hot mouth- reaching all the way to the back of his throat. Wet tongue swirled around the tip, leaving trails of wetness where it passed.

Grabbing hold of Venti's braids in my fists, I used it to push his mouth down almost to the base of my large cock. But most surprisingly...

And Venti loved it.

Those hooded aqua-green eyes seemed to glitter with lust as I facefucked Venti- drinking in the wild clenching of his tight throat. The harsh treatment seemingly turned the wind god on… That bright red blush grew even redder and Venti's dexterous hands and fingers lovingly jacked me off wherever pale-pink lips couldn't reach.

But it was that loving, lustful expression that pushed me over the edge.

"Going to cum!" I grunted out and I was treated to the sight of a look of deep surprise as the first shot of thick cum came spurting out of the tip and glanced across that wet tongue.

And in an instant, Venti's surprised expression turned to one of wanton lust as he willingly put every ounce of effort into sucking out the rest. The second shot came, then the third, then the fourth. Each one Venti let rest on his tongue just long enough for him to savour the taste before swallowing them in big, greedy gulps. But soon enough, the wind god realised that he couldn't swallow fast enough and had to detach from my cock.

The last few spurts splattered across Venti's panting and heavily blushing face. Long strings of white decorated the wind god's face- staining his deep blue hair, streaking across his cheeks.

Venti's small mouth was agape, showing the thick load that had collected after he gave up swallowing. That agile tongue sticking out from that puddle of virile cum that I had shot out. And closing his mouth, Venti gave a big deep swallow before opening his mouth again and showing every last drop of white was gone. The sight was enough to get my engine raring to go.

"That was surprising in how delici-" Venti caught himself mid syllable, even as he gazed up at me with those aqua-green eyes molten with desire, "repulsive. It was repulsive, Hev."

Venti wasn't fooling anyone with that tsundere act, but I was too achingly hard to care.

Too distracted, Venti wasn't able to even react as I grabbed him by the waist and placed the wind god on all fours on the mattress. A quick yank followed, and Venti's white tights were pulled over to reveal those pert ass, and tight pink rosebud that lay between them. Unable to wait, I immediately grabbed the lube from my pocket dimension.

"W-what?! Not there~!" Venti squealed in confusion- aqua-green eyes flying wide open as my thumb smeared lube across the puckered entrance that twitched responsively at my touch. His slender hands immediately grasped at the crisp sheets, but made no attempt to push me away as I pressed the thick cockhead against that tight little ass.

Seeing that hardened pillar of man meat poised against Venti's tight little ass, it was obvious that it was going to be more than just a tight fit. However, the Company Perk [Sexual Calibration] will ensure that he stays as tight as possible and adapt his physiology regardless of my size. But it was still going to be uncomfortable for her at the beginning.

"P-please be gentle?" Venti pleaded in a small voice. But being gentle was a small courtesy, so, ignoring his plea, I immediately sank my wrist-thick cock all the way to the hilt into his tight little ass.

"Ohhhhhhhhhyyyessssssssss!~" Venti immediately rewarded me with a moan of pleasure- sounding like he came just from being anally penetrated. The wind god's tight little sphincter was twitching like crazy against the base of my cock, all while his slimy insides were clenching tight against my shaft all the way to the tip.

Then I began moving in earnest- drawing my hips back and dragging my cock until Venti's quivering anus was gripping at the rim of my cockhead. Then with a powerful thrust, every throbbing inch of cock disappeared right back in between his tight bowels.

"U-ugh… F-Faster!" Venti cried out, unable and unwilling to resist anymore. The wind god's slimy insides clenching tighter around my shaft as I began taking that irresistible boipussy in earnest. Venti's flushed face was pressed moaning against the increasingly ruined sheets

"Such an eager wind goddess slut." I mocked, taking his slender waist with both hands and using them as handles to move Venti up and down my massive cock like he was a cute little femboy sex toy- one that I didn't care to be particularly gentle with.

And having his tight ass taken roughly seemed to be exactly what he wanted.

"Yes yes yessss!" Venti squealed as each thrust was so hard that his teal-tipped braids jumped every time I bottomed out in his lube-leaking pink pucker. The squelch of his constantly cumming boipussy accompanied by the wet meaty slap of my hips pounding against tight little ass that he's been using to tease me just less than an hour ago.

Face to the mattress, slender knuckles gripping the white sheets, his tight ass in the air, Venti's sweet voice moaning out as his ass was filled to the brim again and again.

"Aaaahhhh…This… this is taboo, but..." Venti panted, aqua-green eyes glazed over with pleasure as he enthusiastically moved her hips to meet each of my thrusts, "It's. Just. So. Gooood~!"

"No homo." I flatly informed him in calm reassurance.

"M-Mmmm!" Venti cried out as he came again, his small boyish erection swung to and fro in the air- a tiny puddle of his cum pooling on the sheets that he shot from his last anal orgasm as his tight little boipussy clenched tight around my wrist-thick cock. "Th-this is too good!"

Idly, I wondered if I should do the same for the other males that I just acquired from Aether. Zhongli, Diluc, Xingqiu, Xiao, Razor and all the others. Turn them into cute little femboys (just take as is for the femboys) that I'd be inclined to claim; for after all, I fully planned on claiming as many of this universe' women as I can, and that's half the population of the entire universe. But why stop at half? Why not turn the other half into cute little femboys and make them mine as well? Such odd questions to be pondered when taking the anal cherry of a wind god.

"I-I'll reach climax again..." Venti announced with a long moan of satisfaction- his little boipussy was like a hot slimy furnace that took me out of my musings with its squeezing and milking, and I couldn't help but grin viciously.

"Just wait until I fill you up until you're dripping white with my semen, Venti." my deep voice growled into his ear, and I felt him shiver in lustful anticipation against me. The thick bulbous head of my cock possessively depositing precum so deep in his colon that he'll be leaking my cum every time he tried to sit down.

"N-noooo… D-don't! Not in the deepest part~!" Venti pleaded, moaning lewdly while his trembling pink anus squeezed down tightly in anticipation. His feigned resistance was amusing. Indeed, it only made me go rougher and faster on his tight little ass.

I didn't bother with a warning- just growling as I slammed my massive wrist-thick cock right to the hilt with such force that I forced Venti off his knees and trapped his tight little femboy ass between my pounding cock and the ruined mattress.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhnnn~!" Venti screamed out his pleasure as his aqua-green eyes flew wide open, and his mouth in a wide 'O' of pleasure as her tiny pussy squeezed and clenched in its most animated climax yet- as if it was desperately begging for me to cum right that back- begging me to breed her. His entire lithe body tensed up as that first thick rope of virile semen to come shooting out from the tip and thud against the walls of his bowels in an explosion of white

Then came the second rope. Then the third. Then the fourth. Each one coating his insides one after the other until finally, the last dribble of cum was deposited, and I nodded in satisfaction at the size of my own climax.

"Haaahhhh… that was… that was beyond what words can describe." Venti panted in awe, slumping against the mattress from his orgasms- the squelch of tights stained with his cum ringing through the room. His aqua-green eyes in a daze of pleasure.

"Was?" I questioned as I gave a little thrust- earning a squeak from him as he realised that I hadn't softened one bit inside his tight ass. "We still have a few hours before we arrive at our destination, Venti."

"I-I shan't submit, even if... even if you violate me over and over again~!" He proclaimed with a half-hearted glare, even as his aqua-green eyes took on an excited and expectant gleam. The latter half of his declaration definitely sounded like he was begging for me to do just that.

Grasping him by the waist, I ignored Venti's excited squeal as I began thrusting in and out again- churning up the cum coating his hot bowels.

No homo or all the homo, it didn't matter to me. Any hole was a goal. Especially when it was a tight little femboy with a cute face, and a provocatively playful disposition. Speaking of which, Venti glanced over his slender shoulder from his face's place pressed against the mattress. Aqua-green eyes glittering with unrestrained passion and lust that all that was missing was the hearts in them.

"Hev! Faster, please! HARDER~!" Venti screamed and begged- doing his best to thrust his tight ass against me.

"Of course." I grinned viciously in response… right before filling the room with the sound of me fulfilling Venti's request. We had time after all. Hours in fact, and I was going to spend every minute fulfilling both his request and his insatiable little boipussy.

And with both of us practically immortal, this was only the first of the many, many days I'll spend enjoying everything this sexy little wind deity had to offer.

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(A few hours later) [At the heart of Celestial space]

The crisp clacking of dragonplate armour and the metallic shuffling of chainmail were all reassuring sounds to me as I rolled my shoulders.

"It's good to be back outside in my Dovahkiin form…" My deep voice muttered with relief, adjusting my dragonbone codpiece. And disembarking from my larger Dragon Form, the blackened rocks of this world crunched underfoot. The grey snow fell all around me as I turned my eyes to the dark sky to where the red sun shined what feeble light it could around the edges of the moon that eclipsed it.

"Alright, time to Capture that magitech research waifu." I called back to the pair of waifus that will be accompanying me.

"What cursed realm have you brought us to?" Ei 's soft voice spoke as she landed gracefully on her high heels as she looked up to the dark sky. The scant light from the red sun bathing her form in a blood red.

"Aye… the wind of this world… it is... weeping." Venti murmured in a disturbed whisper as he floated out from my Dragon Cabin to join us. "What unspeakable tragedy happened here to scar even the wind of an entire world?"

"Not a tragedy, but many." I corrected him, "This world has bore witness to nothing but the blackest of betrayals over countless millennia."

"Betrayal…" Venti mused almost silently, no doubt reminded that he was the one to stab Aether in the back.

Of all the unbranded waifus, Venti and Ei were the only ones who I'd both trust to go unbranded and also to have enough leftover magical energy as gods to hold their own should we encounter any guests. I nodded once to my full-sized Dragon body as it, with a single flap of its massive metallic wings, flew off to patrol the area.

"And the one that you wish to Capture claims this place as her home?" Ei pressed- following closely behind as we began to climb the stairs carved into the black stone.

"Yes." I answered briefly as he went up the steps with nothing but the lonely howl of the winter wind and the crumbling of stone around us.

I made sure to take mental notes of the places where I can place ambushes and traps for later on, and as I did so, the two gods didn't say anything more. The world must have disturbed them deeply as the two said nothing as we ascended, their eyes darting to and fro at every little sound. These deities must feel something that I don't.

And as we reached the peak of this dark mountain, their gazes locked on the figure that awaited us there: my Capture. Cloaked head to toe in black with its frayed edges fluttering under the winter wind. The sight must have been intimidating as my two companions immediately drew their weapons. Venti's bow appeared in an airy flutter of light, and Ei pulled out her lightning-infused katana from her cleavage.

"Easy now." I reassured them with an easy grin, gesturing to the two gods to lower their weapons as I stepped forward, approaching the cloaked figure until I stood but a meter awar.

"Guten tag, mein Fraulein." I greeted my Capture with a vicious grin underneath my dragonplate helmet. "I have heard that you're something of an expert on the artifact that they call the Space Stone, or the 'Tesseract' as the name you are likely to know it by. I require your expertise in unlocking all the secrets of the Space Stone and subsequently leveraging said secrets to their fullest practical extent. So that I can unleash them on the corpulent weaklings of this galaxy."

"Your eyes deceive you. I am no woman." Johann Schmidt, otherwise known as the Red Skull, responded. His deep, raspy voice reverberated through the mountain peak as he looked at me with an expression of wary confusion on his blood-red face. "And yet, you also deceive my own eyes: the Soul Stone cannot grasp your history. Who are you to cloak yourself from the sight of an Infini-Gurgkh!?"

My answer came in the form of my dragonbone-plated fist lashing out and grabbing him by the throat- shortly followed by my teeth sinking through the ragged cloak and into his shoulder. He grunted from the pain before I let him go, allowing him to return to floating in the air; but other than that, he made no attempt to retaliate.

"I am Hevnokren." I stated simply, as my gargantuan dragon form dropped down from the sky, and landed on the rocks behind me with a violent shake of the mountain under our feet, "The Dragon of Proto-Adamantium."

"Well, Herr Hevnokren." He began as he rolled his shoulder where I bit him before sighing. "I would advise against that pointless display of violence. The Soul Stone preserves me against any mortal means of destruction."

And not even giving the dragon form behind me a glance, the Red Skull went back to his duties as he floated ominously in the air.

"You seek the Soul Stone." He stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "Then I must first warn you that it extracts a terrible price. The Soul Stone holds a special-"

"No, were you not listening?" I interrupted his monologue- mentally counting down the minutes before the brand activated, "Like I said, I did not come for the Soul Stone…I have come for you."

The Red Skull only aimed a thoughtful look at me.

"Even before you had arrived, you were already aware that I was bound in service to the Soul Stone…" He concluded with a curious tone in his ghostly voice. "And yet, you seem convinced for one reason or another that you are able to neutralize the doings of an Infinity Stone."

I stayed silent as I watched that brilliant mind of his put the pieces together. We had time: just a scant three minutes left before my brand that I bit into his shoulder activated and not even all the Infinity Stones put together could free him.

"But you have also explicitly sought me out for my expertise with the Tesseract- the Space Stone- which means…" he paused, his voice lowering into an awed whisper, "You have the Space Stone in your possession."

"Yes, that's true." I casually confirmed- not bothering to reveal just yet that it's from another timeline. My dragon form also flexed its wings- eldritch violet lightning crackled ominously across the massive Proto-adamantium wings, "Including the Power Stone."

"And with the Soul Stone, makes three." The Red Skull mused, the shadow of a wistful smile gracing his sunken face, "The Soul Stone shares some of its wisdom with me, and I understand that no one else has come close in millenia to gathering all six Infinity Stones as you have."

"Aether… He never did expound upon the intricacies of the Infinity Stones." Venti spoke up- stepping forward to stand beside me with a question on his lips, "But he did claim some outlandish things… if Hevnokren here gathers all six Stones, can he really just snap his fingers and make everyone but ash in the wind?"

The Red Skull only looked down to Venti with an almost fatherly smile.

"Oh mädchen," he replied, his voice just a foreboding whisper, "that is only the beginning of what one can effect with all six Infinity Stones."

I gave Venti a glance; but otherwise, allowed that to slide. I wouldn't do the Snap: I wasn't Thanos. The Mad Titan did that to avoid the scenario of people killing each other when resource scarcity hit. I, on the other hand, want people to kill each other. For the strong to murder and eat the weak. For the fast to leave the slow behind. An empty universe without constant violence was a boring universe.

"I think it best if I introduced you to my companions…" my deep voice rumbled. After all, they'll all be pole-sisters after this. "This is Venti-"

"Merely a humble bard whose talents are for the ages!" Venti cut me off- hopping forward with a wide grin and a strum of his lyre, "A bard from whose lyre springs a breeze of music as sweet as apples in h- Ugh!"

A quick light thwap to the head with my dragonbone-covered hand disabused Venti of the notion.

"Venti, the mortal vessel of a wind god. Raiden Ei, the mortal vessel of a lightning goddess." I curtly introduced them both. Rubbing his head, Venti pouted at having his thunder stolen, but Ei radiated a quiet air of approval at shutting the bard up.

"Well met, Venti. Raiden Ei." The Red Skull nodded to each, "However, I must note that it takes a certain... hubris to proclaim oneself as a god."

"They can actually exceed Odin and Njord in raw power." I verified, but the Red Skull merely gave the air of being unimpressed- eyeing the two gods with a blank expression.

"And yet, even they are awed by the power of the Infinity Stones." he countered.

"Such power in the hands of undeserving mortals..." The Raiden Shogun mused- her soft voice in her usual monotone as she joined the conversation. "This was the principal reason why I had proclaimed the Vision Hunt and confiscated Visions from ambitious mortals unfit to bear the responsibility of power."

"I know not what a 'Vision' is." The Red Skull conceded- setting a hard stare at the goddess, "But I do understand humans, and you can never quell human ambition, Frau Ei."

"And you speak from experience?" She clarified, meeting his stare with one of her own- the slightest hint of a superiority in her otherwise blank tone of voice.

"Yes, I do…" The Red Skull's distracted voice echoed, standing at the cliff's edge and looked out to the dark horizon of this doomed world- lost in his memories.

"It was almost a lifetime ago…" he began. "...that I once thought the Tesseract, alone, to be the ultimate expression of power that humanity could reach. From it, I forged weapons the world had never seen; and a steed, meine Walküre, to ride upon as I wielded said weapons against my enemies. I once held the belief that to hold an Infinity Stone was to walk in the footsteps of the Gods, and I still do. I have only come to realise that the Tesseract was only ever the first footstep."

I gave a momentary glance to my companions. Both Raiden Ei and Venti had drawn their lips into hesitant lines as they listened to the Red Skull's fervent tone. Perhaps his sentiment hit a bit too close to home for them: at how the 'Legacy of the Gods' poured within those little sparkling jewels of power. So much like the Visions they were familiar with. Red Skull's story was unavoidably one they had heard of many times back in their homeworld of Teyvat.

The Red Skull turned to face us- a look of awe on his crimson features.

"I even held it." He recounted with a reverent tone in his ghostly voice. And from the black smoke and the ragged cloak rose his right arm, every ounce of flesh rended from the bone and whatever was left was charred beyond recognition. The effect of a human man holding the Space Stone barehanded.

"In the palm of my hand, I held it." he announced with earnest pride- skeletal fingers clenching around an imaginary cube like it was a holy artifact, "The be-all and the end-all."

The sheer reverence in his voice gave my companions pause, and half a minute passed in silence.

"Shakespeare's Macbeth." my deep voice rumbled in acknowledgement- recognizing his quote, "I did not take you for a poet."

"And what did you expect me to be, Herr Hevnokren?" He queried with a bemused voice, lowering his arm back under the smoke and shadow of his cloak. And it was at that moment that my Company Smartphone received a notification. Pulling it out, I took a momentary glance at the Capture Confirmation.

Capture Confirmed!

Name: Red Skull

World: MCU (with TVA)

Effective Waifu Tier: Tier 4

Credits earned: 6

Current Credits: 21

"A physicist with some skill in engineering weapons of mass destruction." I answered with a satisfied grin and a nod- more to the confirmation than to Red Skull. Or more accurate to say, my physicist with some skill in engineering weapons of mass destruction.

"And you are correct." Red Skull affirmed, "But a man cannot call himself a man if he has no appreciation for the arts. Song, poetry, painting... even men of science and logic must possess such appreciation, no matter how small."

"Finally!" Venti exclaimed with a bright smile, "Someone who appreciates the Fine Arts! Hey, would you introduce me to the bards who have composed the best ballads of this realm? I want to know who my rivals are."

"We've talked enough on this rock, Venti." I sighed, before beckoning with a dragonbone-plated hand at Red Skull to come closer, "Let's go, Red. We have a lot of things to do."

"I am bound to the Soul Stone for as long as it goes unclaimed." He replied, and I couldn't help but roll my blood red eyes in exasperation.

"Not anymore, I've already freed you just a moment ago." I interjected before grabbing him by the scruff of his fluttery black cloak and effortlessly lifting him up off his feet, "Now come, we're burning precious minutes and you have my Magitech research & development to oversee."

"I'm free of my duty? Against the bindings of an Infinity Stone?" Red Skull boggled, his crimson features frozen in shock that he did not even resist as I continued to carry him over towards my Dragon Cabin like a cat with its kitten. The clack of Ei's wooden sandals and Venti's leather shoes followed as the two gods followed behind.

"But what of the Soul Stone? Will you not be making an attempt to acquire it?" Raiden Ei pointed out, her purple eyes glancing back at the sacrificial shrine at the edge of the cliff. Obviously, Aether did not brief them on how the Soul Stone was to be obtained: sacrificing someone you love in exchange for it.

"We're leaving it behind as I refuse to play its games." I growled in distaste as my dragon form opened the door for us, and we stepped aboard with my newest Capture in tow, "I'll be acquiring it on my terms. But as for this one though..."

And just as I carried Red Skull across the threshold of my [Dragon Cabin], the [Adjustment Field] immediately began its work just as I had configured it to do so beforehand. Over the span of a single second, where once a man with blood red skin and skeletal features was dangling from my grip, there was now a woman.

A very beautiful woman in fact.

So beautiful that looking at her, three words came to mind: quintessential German beauty. Kneeling on the floor in her ragged black cloak, she raised her slender hands to her face and stared in shock at their appearance- pale and smooth like some fairy tale princess. The ratty robes that hung off her may have hid the rest of her body from view, but there was no doubt from the silhouette that she had a temptingly flawless figure as well.

"The 'image of Aryan perfection' indeed." I muttered, quoting the words that she had said in the movie as I let go of her.

Then she tilted her head up to look at me with clear blue eyes like arctic ice. Her blonde hair the colour of a golden wheat field parting to reveal an angelic face. A dusting of a pink blush on her fair cheeks, her lips pink like insides of a fresh cut strawberries. And with a voice that was as melodic as a chord from an angel's harp was a single question.

"But how?"

Not 'what have I done?', nor 'why I had done it?', but 'how?' It looks like she still could not get over the fact that the Company brand can overpower the Soul Stone. Well, she certainly has the mindset of a scientist.

"Through a fragment of a power beyond even those of the Infinity Stones." I evaded the question, "Don't worry, the effects of Erskine's serum are still in effect, what you see is mostly superficial. For now, at least, soon even Erskine's serum will be but a quaint little thing for us."

A flurry of emotions crossed her pretty features: Confusion at what I meant, then dread as she realised what I did mean, and finally, pure awe as she realised just how far up the cosmic food chain I was from everyone else. Speaking of which, I turned to the two gods that accompanied us.

"Venti, Ei. We'll see you later." I waved them off, "Unless you want to join us in the meeting for the Space Stone?"

Venti made a face like he had swallowed a particularly sour lemon.

"Zhongli will be in attendance later, will he not?" He stated in distaste, already walking the other direction as he knew the answer beforehand. "I must decline then."

Raiden Ei gave Venti a glance before turning back to me- her purple eyes glancing at mine.

"As will I, the discussion is beyond my field of expertise." She added with a deep graceful bow, "However, I am at your disposal should you require my counsel. I shall be meditating in my room for the next few days."

But I saw through her charade- aiming a knowing stare at her.

"You're going to go neet-mode again and shut yourself in your room for a few days, got it." I chortled in amusement as Ei blushed at being caught. Unable to say anything in her defense, she merely speed walked away in embarrassment, but not before grabbing a big bottle of cola and an even bigger bag of chips, tucking both under her arms and speed walking to her with all the dignity she had left.

The door to her room slammed shut in the distance- leaving just me and the Red Skull who had stopped looking admiring the restored flesh of her hands and was looking up at me with her beautiful blue eyes- the colour of a clear afternoon sky.

"I see that gods are truly as fickle as the legends say." She noted before exhaling- likely steadying herself what the discussion we were about to start.

"You had mentioned that you sought me out for my expertise. Undoubtedly, it is for Tesseract weapons." She correctly surmised as she aimed a pointed look in my direction with her clear blue eyes, "I presume you aim to replicate my attack strategy that I had previously attempted with the Walküre in 1945, and bomb capital cities into submission?"

With that angelic face and sweet talk, I wanted to thoroughly rape her then and there. But unfortunately, I had to hold back for now. My chief scientist for the Space Stone should have her wits about her when she's engineering better reactors and weapons for my corvettes. And that was not something she could do when she was in an orgasm-induced stupor.

I sighed. The things I do for an eternity of Raping, Killing, and Pillaging...

"Yes and no." I answered her question, "I aim to make your Walküre to be the smallest class of ship in my fleet, and work up from there. But I do plan on ravaging hostile capitals until they surrender… Ultimately, our immediate goal is to build up a capable raiding fleet by the end of the week."

"Speed and Violence." I enumerated- raising two dragonbone-plated fingers, "Those will be the tenets of our fleet. A focus on good thrusters and weapons."

"How large of a fleet are we considering?" She prompted, already considering the how's and how else's.

"300 corvettes." my deep voice answered immediately in an almost growl of anticipation, "We'll begin by equipping a fleet of 200 corvettes with your Tesseract cannons, upgrading them to Tesseract reactors if needed. They will be more than a match for most planetary defense fleets already. I imagine having three cubic meters of hull suddenly being vaporized into nothing with just one hit would cripple most ships."

"300 hundred is feasible, barely." She considered, clear blue eyes flickering up and down looking at equations that she could see, "However, what goal is the fleet supposed to achieve?"

"Our mid-term goal is to build up Sakaar." I articulated, quickly following up with an explanation, "Quadruple its economic output and its population. The fleet will raid as many planets as need be for both. My previous administrator called it 'Nihilistic Acquisition,' I prefer to just call it slavery. Sakaar will be a rich and prosperous planet... set on a foundation of a billion dead slaves if necessary, I don't give a damn."

At that, the former Red Skull graced me with a small smile- her soft pink lips curling in a small graceful curve at the idea of administrating a totalitarian rule where slavery was allowed. And I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that: First Sylvie, and now Joanne. Evil-aligned waifus always seemed so delighted with the idea of ruling over others; or in Sylvie's case, she literally got off to the idea. I just wanted the reward for the Company Quest.

"The Space Stone can be leveraged for civil applications too if you are inclined." She reminded, still wearing that pretty smile, "I assume the end goal after that would be to build up the fleet once again to tackle an even greater goal?"

I hummed in contemplation.

"If you're referring to what state I wish for my Dread Armada to be… A nomadic society on starships. And every warrior under my command, glowing with the energies of all six Infinity Stones. Their energies seeping into every bullet, filling every rocket, and empowering every blade. Each one with the strength of a thousand men. Blasting the weak into atoms with rays of light. Pillaging their homeworlds."

And all good cheer evaporated from Joanne's face- a mixture of appall and frustration twisting her angelic features.

"I can abide by many things, but distributing the power of all six Infinity Stones to the masses is insanity!" She ranted, "Why would you even wish to do that!? Whatever society we prop up would collapse in in-fighting. All semblance of order would disintegrate and it would be anarchy! Pure chaos of the highest order! I refuse to let you go through with this! To what end is this utter madness even aimed for?!"

And like a monument slowly turning its head, I turned to stare at her, my voice starting at only a whisper.

"You can disagree, you can be apathetic, but you do not 'refuse to let me do something' and make yourself an active obstacle for me." My deep voice rumbled in the only warning I'll give her. And I allowed her just enough time to realise I had just said right before she found a big hand armoured in dragonbone clenching around her fragile neck. "As for the end goal of this 'madness'… Rape, Kill, Pillage. Forever."

"Allow me to demonstrate."

She found herself slammed against the wall with enough force to crack bone. And it was at that moment that I saw- flickering behind her clear blue eyes- fear. The same Red Skull who was a symbol of fear and terror to the Allies, and even in modern day earth: She feared me. Feared what I would do to her. Frozen in fear like a small animal caught in the teeth of a lion…

…or a Dragon.

"Might makes Right." I reminded her in a quiet whisper. Just a few seconds away from begging for me to spare her if I pushed her further, but I decided to be generous for once, and let go of her throat. She stumbled onto the wood floor, coughing and gasping for air for an entire minute. Eventually, she looked up and flinched as she realised that I simply stood there gazing down on her imperiously.

"It will be an armada of barbarians and savages." she cautioned in a whisper- massaging her bruised neck, "Like the mongol horde of earth."

"Precisely." I acknowledged.

"Genghis Khan and his mongol horde come again…" Joanne muttered bitterly, "How would you even control a force like that?"

"Ah, my liebschen, the answer is simple: By being the strongest." My voice was like crumbling rocks as it gave its simple reply, "So strong that I'll have my claws around every throat that serves me, ready to squeeze the moment they even think of disobeying."

At that, she gulped nervously, remembering how close she was to that point- holding very still as her blue eyes met my blood red ones.

"Does that... include me?" She finally asked the question.

"I did not bring you here to claim you as my equal, Joanne Schmidt. No one is. For your liberation from the Soul Stone's eternal servitude, this is my price: eternal servitude to me." my voice rumbled, completely unapologetic. "However, I can assure you…"

I pulled out the Hydra Infinity Gauntlet. Matte black metal trimmed with blood red. The Space Stone foreign to this timeline emanated a bright blue glow from its central place at the back of the Gauntlet's hand.

"...it is not without its benefits." I finished, offering to the awestruck blonde the Infinity Gauntlet. "Here, you will need this for your duties."

"The Tesseract- the Space Stone- and… you are giving it away to me." She muttered softly in disbelief, unable to take her eyes off the Space Stone, then her clear blue eyes- incredulous and hopeful- flicked towards me.

"Who…" Her voice lowered to a terrified whisper, as she licked her suddenly dry lips. "Who are you to give such a thing away?"

"It is time for the Age of the Gods to begin." I shrugged, the Infinity Gauntlet still held towards the blonde before my voice pressed with an edge of seriousness, "You do understand what I am offering to you... don't you?"

Still gaping like a fish out of water, her ice-blue eyes flickered to the corridor where Venti and Raiden Ei had left. And Red Skull seemed to piece together what exactly I was offering.

"Immense power, immortality…" Her voice before gulping in apprehensive awe, "... Eventual Godhood."

"Yes." I insisted in a whisper, pushing the Infinity Gauntlet just that bit closer to her face.

Of all the waifus currently under my control, Red Skull herself was the one whose morals meshed the most with my own. She believed that the Right to Rule was closely tied to one's power, that was why she had held the Norse gods in such high esteem. That was why she had been so obsessed with Erskine's formula for a superior man. And that was why...even without the brand, she would be my most loyal Waifu thus far.

After being bound to the Soul Stone to that desolate planet for over 70 years, here I come along, offering her not only freedom from her bonds, but also everything she had dreamed of. She will worship the ground I tread upon for the sole fact that I had chosen her to be granted not just the chance to be a part of gods and legends in the making, but to be part of said pantheon of gods.

"What do you require of me?" She whispered, her voice quavering with the gravity of what I was offering to her.

"Swear to me, Joanne Scmidt." I answered, my blood red eyes gazing imperiously down on the kneeling blonde. And though I personally didn't care for oaths, lawful evil waifus will appreciate the sentiment. Accepting the Infinity Gauntlet like a knight would a presented sword, she bowed her head low.

"I understand!" she vowed in her most valiant voice. And as she did, she slipped her slender hand into the gauntlet, and promptly grunted in pain as bright blue lightning and what I can safely assume was immense pain coursed through her body. But through it all, her ice-blue eyes remained locked with my blood red ones.

"I, Joanne Schmidt, swear to you, Hevnokren, Dragon God of Proto-Adamantium, that I will be loyal and brave. I pledge obedience unto death to you and those you appoint to lead. So help me, my God."

A variation of the patriotic oath that was originally pledged to a certain square-moustache man, how quaint. But 'Dragon God of Proto-Adamantium'? I liked the sound of that, so I'll be striving towards making myself a proper dragon god, and getting those sweet virgin sacrifices.

But enough daydreaming, down to business.

"We still have some time before the meeting." my deep voice began as I gestured a hand down the hall where the other two exited, "Your room is the third door to the right. You will find a change of clothes in the closet, and you'll find that there are still ready-made meals at the dining table. Be ready within two hours."

"My thanks." She replied with genuine gratitude as she sat down in front of one of the covered griddles, "The Soul Stone's energies may have sustained me in the long years of my servitude, but this will be the first meal I've eaten in over seventy years."

I grinned at her viciously.

"You'll love it." I smugly assured her as I lifted the cover off the food I had cooked, "It's the classic American Breakfast."

The flat, unimpressed look she shot me was delicious, but it was the absolutely conflicted expression as she took a hesitant bite and realised that it was one of the best dishes she had ever tasted was something that I'll treasure forever.

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[Chitauri Space]

In a darkened throne room overlooking a vast nebula of stars, a massive rectangular hologram flickered to life. And on it, a worried look coloured Star-Lord's fairly handsome features.

"Hey, Yondu… I heard about what went down over at G-69." he began with a restless expression, staring at the camera. "Heard about Captain Marvel and the Nova Corps fleet… and how you and the fellas fought like it was your last. But you're too much of a slippery-bastard to die just like that, right?"

"Listen…" Star-Lord began, but the words seemed to be lost to him, so he instead nervously ran his fingers through his blond hair. "I did like you said: I got to Sakaar and got in on the action. But by the time you get this message, I guess you already know what went down."

Star-Lord took a moment to suck in a deep breath, then another, and another. His pale-green eyes looked directly into the camera.

"They're after things called the Infinity Stones." he finally said, "I don't know what they do exactly, but they're really powerful and really dangerous. And the head honcho, Hevnokren, already has two of them according to what Sylvie said. Maybe more now."

Star-Lord gave a heavy sigh as he shook his head in exasperation.

"You have to understand, Yondu." his voice wavered almost desperately, "Hevnokren wants these Stones really badly. This whole thing with Sakaar picking a fight with the Nova Empire? It's all just a smokescreen for Hevnokren to grab the rest of the Infinity Stones. I don't even know how many people got killed on O-12 and G-69, but this has to stop. And that's why I have to stay here. I can't bust out, not yet. Someone has to rein in the Sakaarians while Hevnokren is still away."

Star-Lord went quiet just then, a melancholy look on his face as if he was reminiscing memories of good times gone past.

"Hey, your birthday is coming up, so…" He offered in a bittersweet tone, "meet me at that bar you showed me when we had that man-to-man talk that one time. My treat, okay?"

"I'm sorry for being a sap, but…" He let out a shuddering sigh- his voice cracking under the heavy emotion, "You'll be there, right, Yondu?"

And the screen flicked off- leaving only the occupants to ponder what they had just watched.

Thanos, the Mad Titan, sat silently on his throne. And no one dared to interrupt his thoughts. Even when seated, he was taller and larger than any mortal man. And much stronger still. His blue eyes still stared at the space where the screen was- gigantic fists clenching and unclenching the armrests of his throne. Then finally, calm as death, his voice resounded throughout his throne room.

"Rally the Chitauri. Summon the Black Order." His voice was calm but the other occupants of the room had been with him long enough to know that he was anything but. The undercurrent of unbreakable steel floating underneath the composed surface of his voice.

"That is directly contrary to your previous order…" The Other, Thanos' personal servant, mentioned in its hissing voice, "Are you certain, my Lord?"

Thanos then stood up from his throne, and everyone understood the gravity of the situation from that one action: Most things were beneath him, and thus delegated to others. Only in the most serious of situations would the Titan ever deign to grant it his personal attention.

"This 'Hevnokren' has two Stones to my one." He admonished the Other, "This is no longer the time to sit in the shadows."

"As you command, my lord." The Other acquiesced with a deep bow, its dark robes sweeping across the stone floor as it went to fulfill Thanos' command- leaving Thanos with the two other occupants of the throne room.

His blue eyes swept across the both of them where they sat far from each other. Nebula sat on one of the rock outcropping- tweaking the inner workings of her cybernetic arm. Gamorra sat on another rock outcropping, twirling around her green fingers was the exquisite Uru dagger that he had given her all those years ago.

"My daughters." Thanos began in an even tone, "You will not fail in this mission that I am about to send you on."

At the word 'mission,' both of them surrendered their undivided attention to him.

"Are we going to steal them for you, Father?" Nebula led with a question, her cybernetic forearm's armor plating clicking shut with a clench of her fist.

"No." Thanos firmly dictated- leaving no room for disagreement, "A wielder of two Infinity Stones is far beyond your powers to face in battle."

"Then we are to find out what he knows?" Gamora ventured instead with her smooth voice- earning the slightest smile from Thanos, and a hateful glower from her sister, Nebula, at being once again shown up.

"It is no coincidence that Hevnokren has found two in this short span of time." He coolly divulged to them- a large purple hand gesturing them to come closer- which they did as he continued, "He clearly has been gifted- or cursed- with knowledge, and likely possesses clues to the location of the other Infinity Stones… if he does not already know where they are."

And as they reached arms' length of him, his large purple hands gently rested on each of his daughter's shoulders, and they both leaned into his touch.

"Your mission is thus: Go to Sakaar. Report back to me his every move, every location he sends his most trusted, every direction that he turns his gaze to. You have all the resources of my domain at your disposal to do so. No price is too high…"

His blue eyes met both of theirs.

"No price." He emphasized in his deep voice steeped with the ominous gravitas.

"Father?" Gamora hesitated, a look of hesitant confusion on her green-skinned face.

"If it is required… I only need one of you to continue reporting back to me." He elaborated in a grave tone of voice and a slight squeeze on their slender shoulders, "...Do you understand?"

Gomorra and Nebula stared at their father for a moment, before turning that stare at each other.

Two pairs of brown eyes met gazes with one another, but they could not be any more different. One pair under a green brow with white tattoos, and the other a blue one with cybernetics jutting out.

Like a broken mirror, the same indecipherable expression was on each of their faces. The two sisters did not speak any words to each other as they stared at the other. They didn't have to: Their many years of bitter rivalry made up the words for their silent conversation. And the unspoken words were many, many things all except nice.

But if there was one thing that was apparent from their silent conversation it was that: They both knew that only one of them was going to come back from this mission alive, even if they had to make sure of it themselves.

"I understand, Father. / Understood, Father."

At their chorused answer, Thanos once again graced them with a small smile on his purple lips. And the two ladies looked as if they had been gifted the world.

"Good. Make your preparations and leave immediately." he approved in a tone that was almost gentle. And with those words, they both turned and left- all the while keeping a cautious distance between the two of them as they eyed the other with suspicion.

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With Thanos left alone in his throne room, he wordlessly turned back to his throne and started a very important call. Two rings passed by before the person on the other end picked up, and the massive screen once again lit up over the background of the nebula.

And on the holographic screen, a figure appeared- the feeble light of their comms being the only thing lighting up the otherwise black void that the figure sat in.

"The Mad Titan…" the figure's voice rasped in great contempt, "How did you get my comms' key?"

Undaunted by the open hatred, Thanos merely faced the figure with a determined expression.

"That lies outside what I want to discuss with you." He calmly pointed out, but the figure's patience was already short.

"I don't discuss anything with mindless mass murderers." they snarled- their ragged mask of bandages leaning closer to the screen so that the figure could spit out venom.

"Then how about as allies of circumstance?" Thanos proposed instead- still unshaken by the hostility, "I believe we have a common enemy: his name is Hevnokren."

At the sound of the name, the figure leaned back from the light of their comms- back into the shadows. And Thanos knew then and there, that he had already won this conversation.

"You have a body count even higher than his." the figure muttered with suspicion from its place wrapped in shadows. "You should be friends with him."

And it was there that Thanos gave his first unintentional display of emotion: a frown.

"No." he strongly denounced, "Hevnokren aims to perpetrate everything that I wish to avoid."

And just the thought of what Hevnokren had planned boiled the blood in Thanos' veins with unimaginably great anger. And his voice rose to a boom because of it.

"The violent war for resources, the cruel slavery, the mindless slaughter, the pointless raping." He enumerated the metal dragon's crimes- cold fury powering his booming voice, "He is the embodiment of all the worst that sapient lifeforms become when the Scarcity that I warn you all about comes to pass!"

Then he found his composure. Took a deep breath and stared the figure right in the eye.

"I want to stop his rampage as much as anyone else, maybe even more." he vowed with grave sincerity, "Now we can fight each other and let him do as he pleases or… We can work together in stopping him."

And as Thanos finished his impassioned speech, a long silence came over the two of them. The figure's lone eye looking down at Thanos- searching for worth in him. For his part, the Titan merely stood like an immovable and implaccable rock of ages- accepting the figures judging stare.

And finally, the figure sighed and turned on the lights of her room- The sterile ICU of the Xandar's best hospital lit up bright and clear. And with the room lit up, it also revealed the bandages covering the wasteland of radiation burns that was her charred and ruined face and body.

"I'm listening..." Captain Marvel rasped with her burnt vocal chords.

And Thanos smiled.

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- Chapter 9 End -

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Chapter 10: Building the Dread Armada, Part 2 scheduled for posting on Friday

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AN:

Chapter 9 where Thanos is the good guy. After all, what's worse than doing the Snap and wiping out half the universe? Plunge it into an eternity of Raping, Killing, Pillaging. Where the strong eats the weak. And the weak tear each other limb from limb in their desperate scramble to become strong.

In this universe, morality has begun to become relative. The MCU has now started down the road where the Avengers would gladly Snap half the universe away to save them from what Hevnokren plans for them. Fun, Fun, Fun. (Thanos is about to do nothing wrong. Lol.)

It took so long because I had to rewrite a lot of things. I realised that I kind of wrote myself into a corner when Hev arrived on Earth. (The stomp was brutal and delicious, but was over far too quick.)

Hev was originally going to use a combination of the Magic Research Council's (name still to be decided) to divine the locations of the other Infinity Stones, and use the Space Stone to portal over to the other Infinity Stones. All in a span of a minute. The only thing holding him back was another mission from the Company telling him to make the movies (or approximate) happen. But Hev was just too damn OP by then that it killed any fun.

Also, RL sucked the past week.

I'm sorry the chapter felt so short. The smut took up almost 9k words, and this chapter exploded into a 28k monstrosity that I had to cut in half. Here's the first half, lol.

But Infont! Which of the two Venti scenes is canon? I'll let people decide which one is canon. As a general rule, I'd advise you to choose the one you enjoyed the most. I tried to write them as close as I can, so that despite featuring different anatomy and sexual acts (Fingering & Vaginal vs. Oral & Anal), it would feel like it was the same scene.

By popular demand, Mirko is going to be added to the next Hostile Company Contractor's harem. MHA arc is still a go though.

Red Skull's character felt off after the genderswap. I know, I know. Too subservient and not enough of that clipped, business-like tone of voice that we hear in the Captain America: the First Avenger. We'll get more of her later, mainly because I want to troll Captain America and have him carp massive bricks.