The Multiverser of the League Chapter 4: Dinner at Dexter's Estate, a league of extraordinary gentlemen fanfic

Welcome back! As you'll be able to tell from the new opening, a couple of the other Multiversers are being introduced during this arc. I'll introduce the first of my two co-authors at the end of this chapter, but suffice it to say, things are going to get intense! It'll primarily be in the third person from now on as a result of other Multiversers being present, but I'll likely have some flashbacks later on to stuff that Dexter did in the past in this world that'll go back to first person. Just so you know.

Word of warning: there are THREE lemons in this chapter. Wasn't the original intention, though I suppose the fact that two was the original intention probably makes that a moot point.

I hope you all enjoy.

Voice Cast (how I envision characters being voiced)

Alexis Verser = Susan Egan (think Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond from Steven Universe)

BGMs

London Town – Miracle of Sound

Arc Two: People of Other Lands

Chapter Four: Dinner at Dexter's Estate

Third Person POV

I miss cars, Dexter thought absently as he guided the horses at the front of the coach.

It was not like he did not use future technology around these people. Indeed, he quite enjoyed watching the looks on people's faces whenever he pulled out something that would not exist for another century or so. But when it came to transport, he liked to avoid that sort of thing, as it was far too conspicuous. Though he thought he might make an exception when the invasion started if there was need of such things.

As it happens, he was currently in the process of taking the League to his estate for that dinner he had promised them.

The coach was larger than usual and quite nice-looking, but otherwise, did not really stand out. The horses were of strong breed and black of fur. Dexter's preference for darker colours shining through once again.

The League were all sitting in the back of the coach.

"It has been a long time since I've been this far inland," Nemo commented to the others. "I do not much care for being so far from my ship and my crew, but I confess I am curious to see what sort of dwelling Dexter has."

"I just want some proper food in me," said Quatermain. "Your Nautilus is an amazing machine, Captain, but I could do with some good food on dry land for a bit."

"I agree," said Jekyll. "I … I only hope that nothing too … well, too exciting happens. The last thing I need is Edward destroying Dexter's home …"

"Aheheh. Nervous, are we, Dr Jekyll?" Griffin asked mockingly. His face was covered in bandages and he was wearing a pair of shades. "I, for one, think Mr Verser is a sentimental fool trying to bring some sense of camaraderie out of all this. All his insistence on taking us to his house tells me is that he's too attached to his home comforts to make do with what we had in the city."

"I hardly think Dexter foolish," Mina said sharply. "Would you not return to your home if you could, Mr Griffin?"

"To recover my laboratory equipment and scientific journals, certainly. But would I stay out of some sentimental attachment? No, I certainly wouldn't. I am above such things. Awfully eager to jump to the man's defence, aren't you, Miss Murray?"

"He brings up a good point," Quatermain said begrudgingly. "You seem a lot closer with Mr Verser than you are with the rest of us."

"I … confess I've noticed that, as well," Jekyll said weakly.

Nemo did not comment. Though his thoughts turned to his wife and daughter back on Lincoln Island. He hoped he would be able to return to them soon. To tell the truth, he accepted Dexter's invitation mostly out of politeness, his curiosity being second by far to his wish to see his family again. Assuming no emergencies showed themselves in the next few days, he might even be able to make that particular trip relatively soon.

"D-Don't be ridiculous!" Mina scolded them. Her face was red from slight embarrassment, though after their mission together, the others took her being red in the face to mean she is angry, which she was grateful for in this instance. She went quiet from that point forward.

Griffin was about to start mocking her again, but Dexter's voice called back to them.

"We're here!"

They looked out the windows and found that the coach was making its way across an incredibly large field. The road they were going down looped in front of the mansion in an oval shape, and it split off into three other roads at intervals around the oval. The mansion itself was especially large. Two staircases sat at the front, first going outwards from one another and then turning back inwards until they met at the front door. Statues peppered the roof, which was an accessible area if all the railings were anything to go by. The front of the house almost made it look like some sort of cathedral, with a triangular-roofed porch that was so large it had to be held up by a series of stone pillars.

Something the members of the League did not know but Dexter did was that this mansion would one day be the headquarters of the Kingsman intelligence organisation. It was always a comfort to Dexter to know that there would one day be an intelligence organisation in this crapsack world that was not completely corrupt.

The coach pulled to a stop. A few moments later, Dexter opened the doors of the coach. He held out a hand to help Mina in climbing out, but the others did so on their own. Had it been anyone else, Mina doubted she would have accepted the hand.

"Welcome to my home," said Dexter. "This is where I tend to spend time between Leagues. Well, I say that, but we're only the third. Anyway, the government haven't found me out here yet, and likely won't for quite sometime. At least not until satellite imagery is invented."

"What?" Quatermain asked in confusion.

"Don't you worry about it. Anyway, if you'd all like to follow me. Er, actually, Griffin, you can go in first. I don't want you out of my sight for any longer than I have to."

"Aheheh. Scared, are you?" asked Griffin.

"No. I just want to make sure you're within killing range in case you do something abhorrent. It's really the only reason I invited you."

Griffin just laughed, amused.

The second they walked through the doors, Dexter's love for Gothic architecture became apparent to them. Everything on the inside was made to look as dark as possible, right down to the walls being papered in black and the carpets being in crimson red. There were dark grey stone statues and carvings on the walls that unsettled them quite a bit.

"If I did not know better, my friend, I'd say you worship the Devil," said Nemo.

"But I am the Devil, Nemo." No one saw it, but Dexter's eyes briefly flashed red.

{Damn right you are,} Lucifer Morningstar said in Dexter's mind.

{Shut up, Lucy, you egotistical asshole,} said Percy Jackson.

{What did you call me, you little sh—}

Okay, you guys, calm your tits, Dexter scolded them.

"Hello, everyone," said a woman who was coming down the grand staircase. It was Blue Heart. She was wearing a lavender blush dress that came down to just above her knees, leaving the lower parts of her legs exposed in a manner rather inappropriate for the time period; the dress was non-restrictive, and thus her bust, though still impressive-looking, was not as constricted by her clothing as it had been in London. Over the dress is a thin violet fleece. Her high-heels were Indian red. She looked at everyone with a certain amount of fondness, but made it a point to completely ignore Griffin. "Surprised to see me?"

"Somewhat," said Quatermain.

"Well, she isn't just a trick I pull out of my arse whenever I need something doing, you know," Dexter said matter-of-factly. "The only reason she's out here rather than with me is that she got so used to being in calmer places while we were still trying to regulate the form that it sometimes doesn't occur to either of us that she should come until I'm already in the thick of some situation."

"It's a habit I'm trying to break," said Blue Heart. "It just keeps slipping my mind."

"W-What do you mean by 'regulate'?" asked Jekyll. He had some idea, but his scientific curiosity prompted him to ask, anyway.

"Well, I used to take a hell of a lot of energy to maintain," Blue Heart explained. "Outside of combat situations, I could stick around just fine. But if I used up too much energy in a fight, eventually, I was forcibly removed from the driver's seat and Dexter was back. It took a little while to regulate me so I could stick around on my own steam, but I'd say it was worth it."

"You're bloody right it was," said Dexter. "Anyway, how about we get you lot to your rooms? Come on."

Dexter led the way, and the League followed. Blue Heart did not come for some reason. The group ascended the stairs and entered into one of the first floor corridors.

"Where are your staff?" asked Nemo. "A house this big must have servants, yes?"

"I'm my own staff," said Dexter. "If I'd taken you to the kitchen, you'd have seen several of me already on the go with the preparations. One of the advantages to being able to be everywhere at once is that I can do pretty much everything that needs doing around here all on my lonesome."

"That's handy," said Quatermain.

"Where did you come across all these abilities of yours?" Griffin asked abruptly.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Dexter asked. "Not that I'd tell you, anyway, Griffin, but the way I got my powers would be quite useless to you. They're not the sort of thing any old cunt can come by."

From there, conversation was pretty dead. Until they got to the first room that is.

"This'll be yours, Henry," Dexter said to Jekyll. He opened the door and stepped inside. It was a relatively normal-looking room, all things considered, nothing like the dark architecture of the rest of the building. "I always keep the guest bedrooms looking relatively ordinary. I appreciate that not everyone shares my tastes. Anyway, let me show you something."

Dexter walked to the far end of the room, by the windows, and drew the curtains. Then he came back to the door.

He put his hand on the wall and a light switched on on the ceiling.

The League all took a startled step back, and Dexter started laughing.

"Electric lightbulbs," he said. "You just press this switch on the wall here, surrounded by the plastic white square. I was thinking about giving you some of these for the Nautilus, Nemo. To be quite frank with you, the technology on that thing is so far ahead of it's time, I was surprised to see you're still using candles, gas-powered lamps, and the like."

"It … would be most appreciated," Nemo said slowly, dazzled.

"Your home is amazing," said Mina.

"Thank you," said Dexter. "Now, Henry, if you want to get settled in here, I'll show the others to the other guest rooms. Come along."

(Play "London Town" by Miracle of Sound)

Opening Instrumentals

We are treated to a view of London docks. There is no wind or rain, thus the sea still other than the usual waves.

… But there is one area that is being disturbed …

The Nautilus emerges from beneath the waves, its mass causing quite a stir in the streets.

The camera pans down to the streets, where the workers are all gawking at the huge ship, their skin and clothes black with dirt.

Slaves in seas of soot we drown

Come on down to London town

The Nautilus opens up and out steps Dexter Verser.

Susan Dalian

The cogs they creak and pistons pound

Come on down to London town

Following Dexter out of the ship is Captain Nemo. He glares around at his surroundings bitterly, scowling.

Irrfan Khan

Power cloaked in progress

Smoke in Eden's eyes

The camera cuts to London Bridge where, awaiting the two gentlemen, Mina Murray stands, making sure to keep as far away from passers by as possible. Her red scarf is blown to the side in a sudden gust of wind.

Winona Ryder

A million choking chimneys burn

And blacken out the sky

We are suddenly in Paris, in a small flat. Dr Henry Jekyll has his hands clutched against his face tightly, his face cringing. In the mirror he is facing, Mr Edward Hyde grins out at him maliciously.

James Nesbitt

So grab your mates and join us

Where the rats rejoice

Standing over a dead police officer, Hawley Griffin wears the dead man's clothes and smokes a cigarette he no doubt took from the man's pocket. He is completely invisible but pays no attention to the horrified looks of the people he passes.

Claude Rains

The brazen brass of the working class

Are here to find their voice

A small town on the outskirts of London is in uproar as the citizens try desperately to escape the tripods piloted by the Molluscs, firing strange black rays and reducing anything hit to nothing, not even dust. Suddenly, the Mollusc is surrounded by a magical aura and explodes. Alexis Verser walks through the smoke of where it once was, her cheek marks glowing with magic.

Susan Egan

Revolution holds us bound

Come on down to London town

Another Mollusc, just across the town, is shown having one of its legs sliced off with a long sword. Michael Verser then jumps atop it as it falls down and drives his sword into the "head" of the tripod, killing the creature within.

Nolan North

The camera pans out and shows a very nervous-looking Campion Bond watching from a distance.

With

Ralph Fiennes as Campion Bond

Break your back for class and crown

Come on down to London town

The scene switches to the British Museum, where Mycroft Holmes, aka "M.", is surrounded by his security detail.

Mark Gatiss as Mycroft Holmes/M.

Steam train running on a reckless rail

Speeding right into the rising gale

We are outside again, the League all standing around a dead Mollusc as a humanoid shadow falls over them. The camera pans up as the League looks up, and down from the sky comes a very young Martian Manhunter.

Carl Lumbly as J'onn J'onzz

Shovel harder 'cause we're on your tail

London's bloody cry

Now we come upon a forest full of animals, standing upright and wearing human clothing. Dr Alphonse Moreau watches on with a proud smile on his face.

and

Marlon Brando as Dr Alphonse Moreau

Crippled to deliver

The spoils of industry

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen stands atop the Nautilus, Jekyll being superimposed over Hyde, and all of them stare out at the camera. Blue Heart is shown superimposed over Dexter.

Guest Starring: Rebecca Riedy

Crimson are our rivers

Bleed ou grief into the sea

The screen fades to black. Two pairs of eyes, one golden and one red, linger on the screen for a moment.

Crispin Freeman

and

Matthew McConaughey

The screen fades to black completely and fancy white text takes up the screen.

The Multiverser of the League

Cry revolution, broken dreams

Cruel revolution smoke and steam

(End "London Town" by Miracle of Sound)

Nemo paced around his room uncomfortably.

The room was very comfortable, with a king-sized bed that even had high bed posts and curtains. It seemed as though Dexter had been expecting to host him at some point, as he had even had the foresight to provide effigies of Nemo's worshipped gods on the shelves lining the walls. It was a courtesy he was most grateful for. And then there were these "electric light bulbs" Dexter had - simply incredible! But even technology as amazing as that could not keep Nemo's mind from wandering back to his ship, his crew, and, most importantly of all, his family.

I have become too reliant on the ocean, Nemo thought bitterly. But why not? After all, it was all he had for quite sometime after he was removed as rightful heir to his throne in India. Settling down with his family on Lincoln Island had been nice for a while, but Nemo had been a pirate for years, was still a pirate now. He belonged with the ocean.

Still, he loved his family. His daughter, he hoped, would one day captain the Nautilus when he himself had passed into the next life. He did not want to miss seeing her grow into the great, fierce woman he knew she would be.

Not unlike Miss Murray, come to think of it.

He begrudgingly admitted to himself that he had some respect for their leader, but he would not say so out loud. As captain of his on ship, he was far too proud for that.

He continued to restlessly pace his room, unable to relax with thoughts of home and the sea filling his head.

Quatermain laid on the soft sheets of his bed and stared up at the ceiling.

He found himself feeling incredibly grateful to Dexter, a man who had initially confused him beyond words and frustrated him into anger. But thinking back on it, Quatermain realised Dexter really was trying to help him get over his addiction to the opium, and while Quatermain knew he did not need it - he was, after all, only on the stuff because he lacked an enemy to fight, something which the formation of this League had remedied - he was still silently grateful to the strangely feminine man.

Opium. The word had a sickening allure to it even as he thought about it to himself.

For a moment, Quatermain thought his bed was emitting some strange vibration, but it took him all of a few seconds to realise that he was the one shaking. Craving.

No, he thought to himself, gritting his teeth. I'll not give in to you again!

His addiction continued to torture him, but he fought against it.

In Jekyll's room, the curtains were now open again and the lights had been switched off.

Jekyll himself was sitting in a chair by one of the windows, wringing his hands together nervously. It was … odd to be part of a large group such as this. Even odder to be among a group that seemed to accept him despite his condition. It was odd and new. Yet Jekyll found himself feeling something he had not felt in quite sometime: happiness. Of course, there had been his brief appointments with prostitutes in Paris, but that was not happiness, that was him briefly fulfilling his very human need for companionship for an hour or two. It was empty, meaningless, and nothing more than a means to keep him sane.

With this League, though … it was like he had true friends.

"You're deluding yourself," said a voice so like his own, but rougher. Jekyll looked up and saw Hyde staring back at him through the mirror on the wall. "How can they accept you when you've got a monster like me tucked away inside? It's best to face the facts, Henry. I'm all you've got."

"Y-You're wrong!" Jekyll exclaimed. He did his best to stay calm as he argued, not wanting to let Hyde loose in here. "Th-They've been very nice to me … well, everyone except Griffin, of course, but then again, he's … En-Anyway, I've been fitting in so far, and no one has had a problem with me."

Hyde laughed derogatorily.

Jekyll tried to block him out and partially succeeded. He walked over to the bed and laid down. He wanted to see if he could manage to sleep away the time until dinner started.

Knock knock knock!

There was a light rapping at his door.

Jekyll got up from the bed with a slight groan. He really wanted to try and relax before dinner. He walked over to the door and slowly pulled it open. Standing on the other side was Blue Heart.

"Hi," she greeted him with an easygoing smile. "Mind if I pop in?"

"N-No," said Jekyll, stepping away from the door and opening it all the way. "Not at all. Please, come in. I …" He wanted to say I'd like the company, but his confidence failed him, so he ended up awkwardly coughing instead. "Huh-How can I help you?"

"I wanted to get to know you," Blue Heart said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She sat down on the end of his bed and patted the spot beside her in invitation. "Come on, sit by me."

Jekyll hesitated for a few seconds, then complied, closing the door before he did so.

"So, why did you create your little potion?" Blue Heart asked eagerly. It was almost like it did not occur to her that this might be a sensitive subject. In reality, she did realise this, but thought that Jekyll's very nervous demeanour might require her to be as blunt as possible in order to keep from making him more so by dragging out the question. Additionally, she thought he could use some positivity.

"Uh, um, er … oh, my word, you don't waste time …" Jekyll took a breath. "The, er, the experiment was intended as a way of purging the, um … darker urges of humans. You know the ones I mean. The urge to commit acts of violence, the violent lust, the thievery, the murderous thoughts we have, that sort of thing. What happened instead was, well … Edward. He is literally humanity's dark side given physical form. Well, I say that, but really he's just mine. I used to think him a monster, but nowadays … well, he's still a brute, but I … I can't hate him for it."

"Sounds kind of like brothers," Blue Heart commented. "You don't really get along, but you don't really hate each other, either."

"I … I suppose. But it's … it's very difficult." Jekyll clutched his knees tightly and started to sweat. "I have to take such care to keep my emotions in check, or else he comes out, and he's never particularly happy when he gets his first breath of air after that. The trouble is that in worrying about my emotions getting out of hand, I get stressed, which just has him itching at the back of my mind, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer and … and …"

A soft hand rubbing against his cheek stopped his words in their tracks.

"Poor baby," Blue Heart said softly as she rubbed his cheek. Then she kissed him on the lips.

LEMON #1 HAS ARRIVED!

Jekyll was dumbfounded for a few moments, then started kissing back. His hands found the silkiness of her hair and ran themselves through it. Blue Heart responded by climbing from her position next to him on the bed and straddling his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed, pressing her clothed breasts against his chest. Jekyll's hands ran down from her hair and rubbed along her back. They kept on going down until they found her ass through her short dress and gave it a squeeze.

Blue Heart moaned into Jekyll's mouth at the squeeze. She had gotten to feeling horny, tucked away in the estate with only her fingers to please her. Jekyll's shyness made him genuinely cute to her, so she had no problem getting rid of her lust for awhile while helping him to do the same.

Jekyll released himself from their kiss and brought his lips to Blue Heart's neck.

"Henry," she breathed out.

She moved her hands down and unbuckled the belt holding his trousers up. It took a bit of moving, but eventually, she had them open and the tool she had to work with sticking up between their bodies. She slid off him and got on her knees in front of him. She felt her nipples grow hard as she laid eyes on his cock, which was not of unreasonable size. She wrapped her hand around it and started to pump him up and down.

"Blue … that's great …"

Blue Heart wrapped her soft lips around his swollen head. She gave it a long and sloppy kiss before pushing his dick into her mouth.

Jekyll groaned and put a hand on the back of her head.

She descended down on his prick until the back of her throat was squeezing it. She bobbed her head up and down on it. She suckled and releaed him. The Gamindustri goddess wrapped a hand around his cum-filled balls and palmed at them.

Jekyll closed his eyes, feeling her warm mouth, feeling the tightness of her throat around his knob.

Blue Heart cooed at Jekyll's chopper piercing down her throat. Her warm lips kept it trapped deep inside her mouth. Her throat tightened and released around him as she clenched the muscles in her neck.

"I … I'm getting close …" Jekyll warned.

Blue Heart bobbed up and down on him harder and faster than before, taking his tool as deep into her throat as she could get it. She could taste him, and she wanted to taste what he had in store for her.

Jekyll pushed into her mouth and launched the contents of his balls down her throat. Blue Heart tilted her head back so that all of his cum slid down her throat.

She rose to her feet and smiled. She removed her fleece, then pulled down her dress and dropped it to the floor to reveal her nice tits in a sky blue bra. The thinness of the material gave Jekyll a good look at her erect nipples. Her panties were the same colour and material, and they were soaked through in anticipation. She bent forward and placed her hands on the bed.

Jekyll smiled at her and stood up. He walked around and, upon getting behind her, pushed her panties to the side and got a look at her dripping pussy. He rubbed at it with a single finger, prompting Blue Heart to moan.

"Stick it in, Henry," she urged him. "I want you."

"All right." All the nervousness was gone from his words now. He was just too turned on for that sort of thing. He used one hand to aim properly and braced the other on Blue Heart's waist. He rubbed the tip of his equipment against her cunt for a few seconds, then inched himself inside her.

Blue Heart hummed in pleasure as every inch of Jekyll was sliding into her.

When he was all the way in, Jekyll leaned forward and slipped his hands underneath her bent over body, grabbing a breast in either hand. Her erect nipples pressed semi-sharply into his palms. He gave them a good squeeze, eliciting another light moan from her, and then moved his hips back. He pulled almost all the way out, then shoved his hips forward, fully sheathing himself inside her in less than a second. This time prompted a far louder moan from the vixen underneath him.

He slipped out and back in again and again. Her twat clenched onto his dipstick every time he withdrew, desperate to maintain the filled feeling he was providing. He picked up the pace as he went.

"More," Blue Heart moaned. "Henry … more …"

He pummeled into her, trying his best to give her what she wanted without blowing his load too early. Her nails dug into the sheets of the bed as they went at it. He leaned down further and started to kiss the back and sides of her neck. In this position, he could only pull out so far, so the more filled feeling it provided was incredibly satisfying. The fact that he was still able to thrust hard helped, too.

After a minute or so of this, Blue Heart's arms gave out and she collapsed onto the bed, dragging Henry down with her. The resulting collision pumped him even deeper in, which made her groan long and loud. And he just kept on thrusting.

Then he felt that familiar build-up of pressure in his loins. He thrusted faster and harder, grabbing onto her with a new ferocity. He continued to fuck her until …

"Ah!" he groaned.

"Ooooooooooh," she moaned.

Her snatch clamped down around his shaft as the two of them came together and he sprayed his semen all over her insides.

LEMON #1 END!

In Hawley Griffin's room, the window was as wide open as he could get it. He took a puff of his cigarette and released the smoke from his lungs in a soft exhalation.

He was thinking about killing Dexter.

Actually, he was thinking about killing all of them. It would be best to get to Jekyll first so he could die before Hyde had an opportunity to come out. Then Nemo, then Quatermain. The drug-addled old fool was clearly less of a threat than the pirate. Dexter, he would like to leave for last, but come to think of it, it might actually be a better idea to deal with him before the others. After that, though … well, killing the stuck-up bitch Miss Murray had a certain appeal, but that blue-haired bitch who had so thoroughly humiliated him at the so-called boarding school could do with a lot more than that. Oh, how Griffin longed to knock her around a bit and then have his way with her; it would be all the more sweet if she cried and begged. He still had the dagger, so all of this could be done.

Yet he stayed his hand.

The odds of him being able to kill either Dexter or Jekyll without the other knowing it were slim to none, so he was either going to have Dexter or Hyde trying to get him before he could make any true headway. As strong as the yellow-eyed bastard's dagger was promised to be, he doubted it would do him any good if he were forced into a confrontation with the whole damn League.

It was not like Griffin could not be patient, though. He was the Invisible Man, after all. Patience truly is a virtue in that kind of situation.

Mina Murray was topping up her make-up.

She did not normally bother with the tedious process these days, feeling no particular need to impress anyone. But since Dexter was being so kind as to cook for all of them - though the fact that he admitted to multiplying himself likely meant he did so with minimal effort - she felt a certain obligation to look her absolute best.

Not that he'll care how I look, she thought, and her heart raced.

She was still trying to truly process what he had said to her back in June. She brought a hand up and lightly touched the scarf around her neck in remembrance. He … he had called her beautiful despite knowing about the scars. He had talked about how the scars only added to it because they proved how strong she was. She would say nothing about it to the rest of the League, but in truth, she had been having trouble keeping her heart from beating out of her chest around Dexter ever since. Why, she had not felt this way since … since …

Since Jonathan, she realised. Her thoughts, which normally turned bitter at the thought of her ex-husband, now filled with a sense of elated realisation.

She had somehow managed to fall in love all over again.

"I hope you like it," Dexter said as he led them to the dining room. "Believe me, it took a lot of effort not to put poison in Griffin's."

"I'm honestly surprised you dained to provide me any food at all," Griffin sneered.

"I have a friend who would greatly detest me for that sort of behaviour." Dexter shuddered. Even for a Multiverser, Sanji is absolutely terrifying when it comes to matters involving food, he thought.

{Agreed,} said all of his mental roommates.

They entered the dining room - a large room with a long table that told them Dexter was prepared to house a lot of guests if such a thing were necessary - and saw that dinner was already on the table. It was a very typical Sunday roast meal, with chicken and vegetables, but it looked really well-cooked and smelt downright divine, even if one or two of the people present would never admit so out loud.

Dexter sat at the head of the table, and everyone else just sat wherever they happened to get nearest to first. They started eating.

"It's very good," Quatermain complimented after a few minutes.

"Y-Yes, it really is," Jekyll agreed.

"Well, we're glad you approve," Blue Heart said, sipping from a glass of wine and discreetly winking at Jekyll, who smiled back a little weakly.

"Your culinary skills are certainly to be admired," said Nemo. "Though I do wonder the necessity of this. Is there really any need for us to remain gathered together when your crown has no need of us? You have helped me many times over the years, Dexter, and I mean no offence when I say this, but I would much rather return to the sea until we are given another mission."

"I appreciate that, Nemo," said Dexter without taking offence. "And I'd be quite eager to hear how your family are faring. But we are a team, so we should take at least some time like this to … to team build, I suppose. We won't be a very effective League if we don't know each other well enough to work together."

"He's right, you know," said Jekyll. He gulped, a bit nervous, but went on. "I hope no one will take offence if I start things off. I'd like to tell you some things about Edward. You see, when I first started taking my formula, he was actually a lot shorter than I am, and he was never in control for very long. But the formula was very addictive, I couldn't stop taking it - a sentiment I'm sure Mr Quatermain can empathise on. As I kept on taking it, he grew to have more control and I even started transforming without taking the formula, as you see I do now. But as his level of control grew, he himself grew, and, well … you've all seen how that turned out."

Quatermain hummed. "The monster within you grew as you gave in to your addiction more … that's actually rather a fitting metaphor."

"It's why I faked my suicide and fled to France. I knew Edward was going to become a problem, so I ran somewhere nobody knew me. It just seemed safer …"

"Aheheh. Yes, and then Verser came along and threw Mr Hyde out of a window," said Griffin. "France worked out really well for you, didn't it? What is the point of these trivial conversations? The League is nothing more than a means to an end for all of us. Nemo and Quatermain are both adventurers getting their fix, Jekyll hopes to be pardoned for the crimes of his beastly other, and I myself am only here for my own purposes. Mr Verser and Miss Murray, I don't know about, but I'm sure they're getting something out of all this. It's within the nature of humans to think only of themselves, after all."

"If that's the case, Griffin, then you're the most human one here," said Dexter with a glare. "Not everyone shares your world views. And I'll be damned if I let a man so paper-thin I can literally see through him lecture me."

"Aheheheh."

"The food is very nice," Mina said in an attempt at defusing the situation, which seemed as though it might grow more hostile if left untouched. "You've done a marvelous job with it, Dexter. Thank you. And thank you for your hospitality in general. Your house is simply superb."

"There's no need to thank me, Mina," said Dexter. "Though you've been rather quiet so far. Is something the matter?"

"He brings up a good point," said Quatermain. "Usually, it's a chore to get you to shut up, Miss Murray."

"I … um …" Luckily for her, Mina was saved the trouble of making up an answer by something incredibly strange happening.

A swirling violet light, a portal, opened up over the table, and out of it flew a woman, but one that clearly wasn't entirely human. Everything about her was in shades of purple, to her pale lavender hair that reached her ankles, her violet skin, and the large pair of butterfly wings sprouting from her back, covered in suns, moons, and black spades. She had six arms, two of which were carrying a silvery gold staff topped with a crescent moon with a red, eye-like orb in the inner curve and covered in black ribbons and jeweled chains, and if you looked closely into her magenta eyes, you could see that her pupils were in the shapes of spades, and her eyelashes were also tipped with azure spades as well. A pair of antennae also sprouted from her head, with black, oval tips that gleamed like jewels (they were in fact opals), and on her cheeks were glowing purple spades with butterfly wings on the sides. Lastly, on her (admittedly shapely and extremely buxom) body was a flowing white gown with black trim, black heels on her feet, and a platinum body chain. To top it off, on her head she wore a circlet woven from brambles and silver, jewel studded chains, making her almost look like a fairy queen of sorts, if they were absolutely soaked to the bone in blood. Her dress was almost entirely dyed red by it, her wings dripped the warm liquid onto the table and sprayed it with every flap, and the crescent moon on her wand seemed to be used as a sickle of sorts, the red eye inside it pulsing like a bloodthirsty god.

Everyone reared back from shock except for Dexter and Blue Heart, who while definitely surprised by the sudden arrival were also familiar with the creature. Jekyll reacted worst of all - any confidence his earlier rendezvous with Blue Heart had given him deserted him in a split-second, and with a surprised yell, he leaned backwards too far and toppled out of his chair.

"Hello, Alexis," both Dexter and Blue Heart said relatively calmly.

The League all looked at them with confusion writ upon their faces.

"I'm sorry … Alexis?" Quatermain asked in bafflement. "So you, er … know this thi- creature, then?" He avoided using the word "thing," as, having spent some time with Hyde on their last little venture, he knew that non-human creatures such as this could in fact be intelligent enough to take offence.

"Yes," said Dexter. "She doesn't always look like this, if that's a comfort to you, though I'd prefer it if you weren't so judgemental based on appearances. Anyway, Alexis … how the bloody hell did you end up here?"

"First off," Alexis said, her voice echoing due to her magic. "I can introduce myself y'know." And with a puff of rose-colored smoke, a human-looking woman landed on the table. Gone was the odd colored skin, the antennae, the wings, and the extra pairs of arms; here was a relatively normal-looking woman. Her skin was a deep tan, as though she spent her days in the sun, her hair was shorter, reaching her knees, and was a rich, dark brown color, her breasts gotten smaller, down to a J-cup, and when she opened her eyes, they were now brown as well, with normally shaped pupils. The only remnant of the butterfly woman were the violet cheek marks, which glowed briefly before disappearing. What she wore was scandalous for the time; a black, short-sleeved dress with lace trim on the collar that reached her calves, showing off her ankles and the matching heels she wore, black elbow-length gloves, and a black choker with an engraved crescent moon hanging from it.

"I'm aware," Dexter said dryly. "But we're not even in the 1900s yet, these people do not do well with creatures they can't identify suddenly popping up in front of them. No offence, you lot," he added, addressing the other members of the League.

"Is that why they're staring at my ankles?" she asked jokingly.

"I dunno. Are you, Nemo?"

Nemo looked utterly nonplussed. "I … what? I'm sorry, the shock had me a bit far away in the head for a moment."

"Fair enough. Best not to pay attention to me singling you out, then. It was kind of racist, anyway, in hindsight, so sorry for that. And-" He paused, noticing a pile of clothes on the floor. When he next spoke, his tone was filled with incredulity. "Griffin, are you hiding in the corner?"

"Aheheh." The laugh came out slightly awkwardly this time. "Sorry?" He really wasn't.

Dexter tutted. "That's Griffin, the Invisible Man. We hate Griffin and he's only alive because frankly, he hasn't done anything warranting anything worse than a severe choking since he joined the team. Before that, though … well, there are several girls with unwanted babies now, let's put it that way."

"Welp, looks like I gotta put my gynecology skills to work. I wonder if I could pass it off as a stillbirth or miscarriage..." she mused.

"Most of them think they're up the spout with the second coming of Christ," Dexter said. "Frankly, that whole boarding school was pretty backwards, if, admittedly, kind of … well, kinky would be putting it politely. Their disciplinary practices were pretty questionable."

"Oooh, now I gotta see that for myself!" she said, summoning a notepad and peacock feather quill. "What was the name of the place?"

A grunt emanated from the place behind Jekyll's toppled-over chair. A massive, reddish-brown hand reached up and gripped the table. "What the fuck just happened?" Edward Hyde demanded as he stood up to his full height. Jekyll's clothes were ripped on him, but they were still on, so Jekyll must have worn bigger than he needed in a moment of foresight.

"Cool it, Hyde," said Dexter. "She's another guest."

"So this is Edward Hyde?" Alexis asked, her eyes sparkling sauntering up to him. "Dexter told me a lot about you, but he didn't say how much of a hunk you were." She winked at him.

Hyde stared at her. "What?" he asked flatly. Both out of disbelief at how she was acting and out of confusion as to what the hell "hunk" meant.

"Probably should've seen this coming …" Dexter muttered to himself.

"So, you get many admirers?" she said, caressing his chin.

Hyde's look was about as flat as a creature of his description could give. "Do I look like I get many admirers?"

She looked him up and down.

"Is that a rhetorical question?" she asked.

Hyde growled, suddenly sure he was being mocked. "Don't get smart with me."

"Oh no, in fact, I'd rather you fuck me until I don't even know my own name."

Hyde, having no response to this but the confusion he was feeling, said nothing.

"U-Um, do pardon me," Mina spoke up, "but I'm still not quite sure I understand who you are exactly."

Alexis spun on her heel to face Mina, a grin on her face. "Alexis Verser, Aspect of Knowledge, Queen of Mewni, Goddess of Magic, at your service. I got a dozen other titles but those are some of my faves," she said with a bow.

"As you can see, the very picture of subtlety and modesty," Blue Heart said dryly.

"I've known these people three months and haven't gotten as far into explanations as she has in just ten seconds," Dexter remarked. "Maybe I should try just coming out with it sometime and see how that works out."

"I'm sorry, but did you just say 'Queen' and 'Goddess' …?" asked Quatermain.

"Well, she's certainly a goddess in one sense," said Griffin's seemingly disembodied voice. They did not need to see him to know that he was leering at her.

"I think she did say those things, yes," said Nemo, having regained his composure. He was just as startled as the rest of them by her apparent titles, but he had kept up a stoic demeanour for years - it would take more than words to break it again.

"I'd think it unlikely if not for what we just saw," Mina said, logical but nonetheless amazed.

"Yup!" Alexis piped up eagerly. "I'm the physical embodiment of magic itself, and the reigning Queen of the Mewni, passed down from mother to daughter, along with this nifty wand here," she said, holding up her staff.

"If it weren't for the fact that we have Queen Victoria, everything you just said probably would have made these men violently angry," Dexter said with amusement.

"I'm not drunk enough for this …" Quatermain muttered.

"I've seen worse in Westeros. Did you know that Tywin nearly had an aneurysm when he learned only females can inherit the wand?" Alexis said.

"I was in Westeros," Dexter reminded her. "I may not have been specifically there when that happened, but I … think I met Tywin at least once. To be honest with you, I think I just wanted to forget the vile bastard. Anyway, that sort of response from him really doesn't surprise me."

"Yeah, but he actually outdrank Tyrion that night. Tyrion."

"... All right, consider me surprised."

"I feel like we're being left out of something," Nemo commented.

"What, they're actually talking?" asked Hyde. "I just thought they were spouting fucking gibberish."

"Oh, don't worry," they heard a feminine voice behind them. "You'll be in the loop soon." It was Alexis.

The two of them turned around, Hyde quickly and Nemo slowly. Hyde's face failed to conceal the surprise he was feeling and also the slight anger at being snuck up on. Nemo's face remained a mask of indifference even as he, too, felt the startling fear that comes with someone you were looking at moments before suddenly being behind you.

"Mr Verser, do you have any alcohol?" Quatermain asked, almost desperately at this point.

"I could go for some wine," Griffin commented.

"No one cares what you want, Griffin," said Dexter. "And put your bloody clothes on, for fuck's sake. I'm sure literally no one is comfortable with the fact that you're still naked."

"So, you still got some grub, or should I go make some of my famous brownies?" Alexis asked Dexter.

"You know for a fact I'll never turn down the brownies if they're offered," Dexter said, his appetite fully restored.

"Some pudding does sound lovely," said Mina.

"Alright, and Dex, do you want me to put in the good kush or…?"

"Er, let's go easy on that this time. I wouldn't normally say it, but we have a recovering drug addict here. Probably best not to risk triggering a relapse when he's really only just started shooting straight again. No offence, Quatermain."

"At this point, I just can't bring myself to care what you say," said Quatermain.

"Alright, so regular it i-who just grabbed my ass?" Alexis asked, looking behind her.

"Looking at the evidence, that would be Invisibitch," said Blue Heart. "Just do what you like. No one will care what happens to Griffin."

Alexis snapped her fingers, and a bear trap appeared, closing in around a certain appendage of Griffin's. His screams echoed throughout the room.

Dexter started applauding. "A wonderful melody! Five stars," he said happily.

"... Admittedly, I do feel much better now," Quatermain admitted.

Before anyone else could get a response out, Hyde started bellowing out uproarious laughter.

Alexis grinned and took a bow. "Thank you, thank you! We'll be doing a repeat performance anytime Griffin looks at anyone funny, and since he's invisible, we can assume it's all the time!"

Hyde's laughter went on. "You're weird," he said, "but I think I'm starting to like you."

"There does seem to be some poetic justice to this," even Nemo - the pirate - admitted.

"I'm not sure to heal him or not," Alexis admitted. "On one hand, healing him means I can do this again, but on the other, it's Griffin."

"Probably best to heal him," Dexter said, very begrudgingly. "I hate this bastard, but if the Crown decides we need him, it's probably a good idea to have him at least in sound condition. And the promise of repeated pain is very appealing."

"Healing it is!" Alexis said, taking out a large syringe filled with a sickly green liquid. "Griffin, assume the position!"

"This is going to be hilarious," Blue Heart said idly.

"What's she going to do?" Mina asked out of morbid curiosity.

"Fill Griffin with something to make him better," said Dexter. "He even comes with a really convenient entry point."

Griffin wouldn't be able to sit right for a few days straight after that.

Hyde opened the door to his - well, Jekyll's - room, just about done with the day after everything that happened. Being flirted with by a buxom butterfly woman who came out of a portal covered in blood was not on his list of expectations for working in the League. Though the fact that her appearance was apparently enough to set Jekyll's transformation off amused Hyde to no end, he was now slightly stuck as to what to do with his time here. It wasn't like his usual habits were considered particularly … liked, much less acceptable, by these people.

He turned on the lights over his bed (he'd never admit it out loud, but the electric lighting Dexter had installed in his estate made life far easier), turned around, ready to call it night. That plan was scrapped as soon as he saw what, or more precisely, who, was on his bed.

It was Alexis, now in her more human form, wearing nothing but a pair of black panties with the letter "H" on them in blood red and a grin. Her hourglass body was bared to the world; the slope of her large, round breasts with rosy pink nipples, her thin waist and her smooth stomach, her wide hips with a pair of long, curvaceous legs that almost seemed to go on for miles, and round, juicy behind. Silence filled the room as Hyde stood still, struggling to comprehend this turn of events.

"I think you've got the wrong room," Hyde said roughly after his brain rebooted after the shock of seeing her like this. It wasn't that the sight wasn't pleasing to him, but really, a beast his size attracting any woman, let alone a woman like this? Now that was ridiculous.

She hummed, looking around, before looking back at him. "Nope," she said, popping the 'p'. "I think I'm in the right place." She winked.

Hyde growled. "No games, woman. If you don't piss off, I'll bloody well eat you."

"Well, I wouldn't mind that, if you know what I mean," she said. Hyde looked at her with wide eyes, shocked into silence.

has stopped working, Alexis thought with amusement.

Hyde was very confused. It … it seemed like she was being serious. But no, no, that couldn't be it, could it? With how big he was, he was liable to kill her! He knew, for he had done so before, always when particularly angry with the person (usually a prostitute) in question. It wasn't a question of bragging as some might think; he was simply too big for anyone to safely have sex with. So the fact that this woman had seen him and taken a legitimate interest …

"Are you out of your bleeding mind?" he had to ask.

"If it's a matter of whether or not you'll rip me in two, I fucked a dragon twice your size. Magic has its perks," she said, conjuring up a flame the color of a midnight sky, before extinguishing it just as quickly.

"I'm the same species as Dexter, I'm sturdier than I look." She got up, her breasts bouncing with each movement, and walked over to Hyde.

"So are you going to fuck me, or are you too pussy to do so?"

LEMON #2 HAS ARRIVED!

Hyde growled savagely, brought one of his massive hands up, and shoved her back and onto the bed. After that, it was a matter of pride now, no matter how mental the bitch might be.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he said.

"Oh honey, there's nothing to warn me about," she said, sitting up. Hyde pushed her back down.

Hyde grinned. He took that as a challenge. "We'll see." At that moment he was flipped over and pinned down onto the bed, Alexis on top of him. She tsked.

"Lesson number one; I always top the first time." At that, she ripped his shirt off, revealing his chest.

He had a unique body, to say the least. It was a wonder any of the skin survived the transformation without being ripped apart. His upper-body, at the very least, looked as if it was just pure, unadulterated muscle with only the barest amount of reddish-brown skin pulled over it. To most, this would be repulsive, but to Alexis Verser … well, let's just say her 'grandmother' would be proud of her.

I wasn't called Eclipsa II back in Mewni for nothing she thought, looking over Hyde and licking her lips. Guess it runs in the family. She straddled Hyde as much as she could, considering his size and leaned forward, kissing him.

Hyde froze. It wasn't so much the kiss that did it, though that was pleasant and surprising. No, it was the fact that Alexis had taken charge. Hyde is a big man, a savage man, a man who is feared by all who meet him … but this woman was actually so bold as to not only proposition him but take charge when everything got started. Regardless of how this turned out, Hyde could say without a shadow of a doubt that Alexis Verser was something new, and that excited him.

She rubbed her hands up and down his chest tracing every muscle and dip and contour, while she began to kiss up and down his neck, occasionally nipping and sucking on a piece of skin,, leaving pink and red marks up and down his neck, shoulder, and clavicle. Hyde growled with her touch, growing more and more frustrated with her teasing. Alexis slid back up and kissed him again, this time slipping her tongue into his mouth. Now that was a bold move, as most women would be intimidated by the large and very sharp teeth poking out of his mouth. But Alexis wasn't most women, and Hyde soon got into it as well, his tongue wrestling with hers. When she broke the kiss, she gave him a seductive look, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

"Let's see about the rest of your clothing, hm?" And with a snap of her fingers he was entirely bare from the waist down, without a stitch of clothing on him.. Alexis slid down his body, making sure to brush against him, until she was face to face with his erection.

It was large, more than a foot long, and with an impressive girth. Bulging veins went up and down the shaft, and at the base, well...no one could dispute he has a pair, or that he had big enough balls for anything literally or figuratively. She gave it a slight lick, smirking at the growl she got in response, and set to work. She wrapped her hand around it as much as she could and began to pump it, making sure to tease the sensitive veins, while her tongue poked out between her soft, plump lips and began to trace circles around the tip, all while she looked him straight in the eyes.

Hyde hissed through his sharpened teeth. "Bloody hell," he said. It was all he could say through the pleasure. It was the first time he'd gotten this treatment from any woman. It was all new ground for him. She licked up and down the base like she would an ice pop, while her hand trailed down, gently squeezing his balls, making him grunt in response. The other went between her legs, slipping into her panties and gently rubbing at her clit. So invested in her servicing, she didn't notice the massive hand coming up from behind her head as she gave his 'head' a kiss.

Without warning, she felt herself be shoved down, Hyde's dick slipping past her lips and into her warm, wet mouth. If this were any ordinary woman, she would have gagged, but years of cocksucking had eliminated Alexis's gag reflex completely. Her eyes widened as she felt him bury himself in her throat with a grunt, drool trickling out from the spaces between her lips and his dick and her tongue was brushing the underside, buried under the intruder.

"Fucking hell, you really can take it," Hyde grunted in equal parts surprise and pleasure. He simply got a pair of bedroom eyes in response from her. She moved back, until only the tip was between her lips, and Hyde grabbed her by her hair and slammed her back down, all the way to the hilt. He repeated this action a few more time, slowly gaining momentum, until he was rutting into her mouth like an animal in heat, which wasn't quite inaccurate. Alexis, for her part, took it, gently scraping her teeth against his shaft, while her hand worked furiously inside her now soaking panties, her fingers digging deeper into herself.

Hyde growled in pleasure. As his lust took over, he stopped worrying about the possibility of hurting her as he had before (especially since she's shown she can take him into her mouth without worry) and started to just go with it. He kept on fucking her throat like there was no tomorrow, revelling in the new and exciting sensations. He did not know it, but letting go of his reservations as he was made it even better, for any sexual contact he'd had before this night had always inevitably ended in a bloodbath. Not that he minded that, but sex without all the gore was certainly a different experience.

Shlickshlickshlickshlickshlickshlick

The wet noises echoed throughout the room, forming with each thrust of Hyde's hips into her mouth. A slapping sound could also be heard amongst the squishes and Hyde's grunts, as his balls roughly slammed against Lexi's chin by each powerful thrust.

He managed to get into a kneeling position, with Alexis on her hands and knees, grabbing her hair and taking advantage of the new angle, the pleasure building.

Feels nice, huh? He heard a feminine voice in his head say to him. He looked around, growling at the possible intruder. Down here he heard it say, and he looked to see Alexis, smirking, or as much as she could with a giant pole of man meat in her mouth.

Hyde felt like he should be more confused by the telepathic communication. But, upon reflection, the two months or so Jekyll had spent in Dexter's company had gotten the both of them more than used to strangeness of this sort. So, wiping the thoughts from his head, he continued to face-fuck Alexis. Her throat bulged as his dick made its way down her gullet, the walls massaging his dick, trying to coax out its sticky, creamy prize. Alexis had two fingers inside her by now, pumping in time with Hyde's thrusts and eliciting moans which vibrated across his dick, adding more to the pleasure.

No sooner did Hyde feel the pressure in his loins hitting its pique than did his thrusts pick up speed and become something even more primal than they had been before. Finally, the barrier broke and Hyde let out a mighty roar as he unleashed his cum into Alexis' mouth. Thick, powerful blasts of his seed was shot down her throat, filling up her stomach. Hyde remained buried inside her until he was reaching the tail end of his orgasm, pulling out and shooting his seed onto her face and breasts, painting them white. Some were even shot into her open, panting mouth, her tongue lolling out to catch the drops. Her inner thighs were soaked with her juices, her panties completely drenched as she had creamed herself as well.

She licked her lips, tasting some of the sticky fluid coating them. "Mmm, tasty," she said.

Hyde was breathing deeply after his orgasm. "You aren't normal," he said. It was a compliment. "Anyone else would've choked or had their jaws split open."

Alexis spread her hands, and the words "Magic" appeared in glowing, neon pink Gothic font. "Never underestimate the power of magic," she said with a wink. "Now, how about you return the favor…" Hyde found himself once more pinned to the bed, this time with Alexis straddling his face, her dripping pussy above his mouth.

Hyde, remembering that he had promised to eat her, and considering himself a man of his word even if an insanely violent man of his word, slid his thick, pink tongue out of his mouth and dragged it over the pussy hovering over his face. Alexis gave out a gasp, bucking her hips at the sensation. He hummed at the taste of her, something he couldn't quite place, but was sweet with a bit of spice. Alexis moaned when she felt the vibrations, and tugged at his hair, trying to get more.

Hyde really went for it. He could not do as much as most men in this position due to his size, but that also served as an advantage. He dragged his long, thick, slightly pointed tongue over her juicy lips over and over again, only ever getting the very end of it inside her and only briefly, but the teasing sensation it caused was maddening.

"Stick it in," she pleaded, her body growing hotter and hotter with each lick. He even managed to find her clit with the tip and tease it a bit, dragging her closer to the edge. "More, Hyde, please."

The pleading … Hyde liked the pleading. To show her how much he liked it, he gave her what she wanted and shoved as much of his tongue into her as he could manage with one shove. Alexis cried out in pleasure, and Hyde felt his tongue be surrounded by tight, wet, sweet walls. Her sweet juices coated his tongue, and with each second it was in her he grew more and more aroused. "Hyde," she cried out, riding his tongue. She repeated it over and over with each movement of his tongue, until he felt her walls seize up and her juices flood his mouth.

"Hyde!"

Hyde swallowed as the fluids entered his mouth. Being as large as he was, pretty much the whole lot slid down his throat on the first swallow. He continued to lap greedily at it, only now realising just how addictive this stuff was, until the quivering of her orgasm had stopped and he slid his tongue out of her.

"W-was that your first time doing that?" Alexis asked shakily. "Y-you were a pro almost."

"Never really had reason to do it before," Hyde admitted with a grunt. "Till now, any fucking I've done has also been a murder."

"W-wow…well, let's hope you're as good with your dick as your tongue."

"And let's hope it fits as well in your twat as it does in your mouth. Or else this'll get as bloody as it usually does."

"Don't worry, it will. Like I said, I've fucked dragons bigger than you are. Now do me a favor and fuck me until I can't walk for a week."

Hyde grinned, showing off his sharpened teeth to the fullest extent. "That, little missy, I can guarantee."

Without warning, he pinned her to the bed, his large frame towering over her relatively small one. He did not even bother giving a warning. His massive prick was pressed right up against her pussy lips. This time, he was not going to tease her, he was through with waiting. He did what his every nerve was telling him to do and shoved his hips forward, impaling her on his ridiculously long, thick cock.

"AH!" Alexis' eyes widened as she felt him split her open. True to her word, she managed to take him in, with a small bulge in her stomach from his stretching her apart. Hyde growled as he felt her walls convulse and tighten around him, her pussy begging for his seed. "So big…"

Embarrassing as it was for him, he very nearly gave it to her then and there. He was not used to this sort of tightness. By this point, the person (man or woman, ass or cunt, it really did not matter to him) was normally so split open that there was barely any tightness to speak of, and the gore acted as a lubricant. He did not get that here. He was having actual, non-fatal sex for the first time, and damn it, he was going to fuck this little minx until he was indented into her for days!

He wasted no time to start thrusting. He was not gentle, for she had already proved that she could take it. And he would make sure she took all of what he gave her.

Within minutes, she was a moaning mess below him, her pupils now in the shape of hearts as she grew more and more horny. "M-more!" She begged, wrapping her legs around his waist, or as much as she could. "H-Hyde, please, more!" She was drooling at this point, her tongue lolling out and her eyes rolling into the back of her head from the pleasure. Alexis Verser was, at this point, the definition of "fucked silly". And Hyde couldn't get enough of her.

"You'll remember this!" Hyde growled as he fucked her without relenting. "I'll make fucking sure I leave you with something to remember this by!"

"W-wha-AH!-d-do you m-m-mean?" she managed to ask between thrusts.

"I mean you'll have little monsters coming out of you rather than going in," he growled. Little did he realise it, but as a creature of pure instinct experiencing actual sex for the first time, the breeding instincts had kicked in.

"W-wait, you're going to kn-knock me up?" As arousing as the thought was, she wasn't quite sure if he meant it or it was the instincts talking. Hyde was impulsive to say the least.

"You bet your lovely little fucking arse I am!" He continued to ram into her with a primal fury.

"B-but-are you-sure you want-" she was cut off when Hyde flipped her over onto her front, her round, juicy ass raised into the air, and he continued pounding her from the new angle, his large hand around her waist.

He was practically mindless at this point, just fucking her as hard as he was able like an animal during mating season. He plowed into her over and over, relishing in the moans and yells she gave out.

Alexis hit her breaking point, crying out as she tightened up and came on his cock while he was still plowing her, not showing any sign of stopping. "H-Hyde!"

Hyde's grip on her tightened, and if it were at all possible, he actually started fucking her harder. He was almost completely unconscious of it, but the feeling of pressure in his loins was building, preparing to explode at any second.

"Ah! Yes! Fuck me! Breed me!" All reservations about it were gone the moment he upped his game. All that mattered was the mind blowing pleasure he was giving her. She came again, and again, and again, and yet Hyde was still going strong.

And then the dam broke.

The pressure that had been building within his crotch gave way, and a roar of satisfaction escaped from his wide open mouth. The semen shooting out of his dick was thick, sticky, and plentiful, to the point where quite a lot of it actually spilled out of her, there was just so much of the stuff. She came as well, and you could almost hear her screams past the soundproofing magic of the mansion. A small bulge formed in her stomach as he filled her fertile womb with his seed. It was more than likely he managed to get her pregnant at this point, and Alexis idly wondered about his reaction if she kept it. Hopefully not too negative, she thought to herself.

Hyde's breathing grew heavy and he slid out of her, already going flacid. He was regaining his senses. He wondered briefly what had been going through his head with the whole breeding thing, but remembered that, by the nature of Jekyll's formula, Hyde was basically just base human instincts that developed a personality, so he supposed he has the mating instinct in there somewhere. Either way, she would probably just take it to be something dirty he had said in the heat of the moment, so no need to worry about it. He was incredibly pleased to have warranted such reactions from her, and while he would never admit it to her, he was very happy to have found someone he could fuck without killing.

LEMON #2 IS DONE!

"That was wonderful," he said. That much, at least, he would say.

"Mmm, agreed," she said, nuzzling him before planting a kiss on his lips. "But, one question, about the breeding thing…was that base instinct talking?"

"Yes," he admitted bluntly. "I apologise if that's upsetting, but that is what I am when you get right down to it. I probably do want children on some level, but even I know this would be too fast. I'm a monster, not a fucking idiot."

"Oh thank god, although I never quite knew Jekyll had it within him either if you're anything to go by."

Hyde grunted, though he was somewhat glad to not have upset her.

"Still, Mewni would kill me if they found out I pulled an Eclipsa. They're already comparing me to my grandma for my cheek marks and spellwork, as well as my relatively radical ideas about monsters."

"I don't have a fucking clue what you're going on about," Hyde grumbled.

"It's a long story."

"Then don't tell it. I'm bloody tired."

Dexter was lying in his bed naked, as per usual. He did not sleep wearing anything usually, nor did he make it a habit to wear anything beneath his clothes. He often claimed it was an attempt to avoid being constricted by too many layers of clothing, but in actual fact, going commando was generally something he did for the ease of access. Let it never be said that Dexter Verser does not have a healthy sex life.

A light knock on his bedroom door roused him from his attempt at slumber. He was not a particularly heavy sleeper.

Dexter got up and put on a pair of boxer shorts out of politeness. He still had them, just never saw a reason to wear them unless he was dealing with someone who had slightly more reservations on what should be covered and what should not be. Considering this was 1898, he thought it appropriate to out of politeness. But he put on nothing else.

He opened the door. It was Mina. She looked nervous enough already, but when she laid eyes on his smooth, lithe, yet toned body, her face went a colour that was not quite crimson but not far off.

"Mina," Dexter said with polite interest. "What can I do for you?"

Mina took a moment to regain her composure. "May I come in?" she asked. "I'd rather not have this conversation over a door frame."

"Of course." Dexter stepped aside. "Come in. Set yourself down if you need to."

She came into the room but did not sit down. Dexter closed the door behind here and turned around, curious.

Mina took a few moments to start talking. "I hope you don't mind if this takes a while," she said. "I … I never thought these would be words I'd ever be able to say sincerely. All that horrid business with the Count … it left me scarred in more ways than one, as you have no doubt deduced for yourself, Dexter. But the worst of it comes from …" She gingerly touched the scarf around her neck. "Well, you know. These scars have become symbolic of the whole damn thing. I think they're hideous, Jonathan thought they dirtied me, made me damaged goods." She spoke of her ex-husband with venom as she normally did, which Dexter could not and would not blame her for. She swallowed and looked him in the eyes. "But you … you said-"

"I said they prove you're strong," Dexter finished for her. "Proof of what you've been through. Proof that you went up against a monster and lived. In my experience, I've found that scars are maps of experience. They're nothing shameful or dirty, they're proof that you've been through something, that you're not naive of the evils of the world, that you've gotten through something painful. To be perfectly honest with you, I've always seen them more as something to be proud of than ashamed of."

Mina's breathing grew heavy. "Would you …" she hesitated, "... would you l-look at mine …?"

Dexter thought he understood what was happening now. She had been feeling insecure about her scars and he had been supportive over them. Having spent years as Aspect of the Psyche, doing his best to ensure or restore the mental health of the troubled people he came across, he was familiar with these moments when trust finally culminated and they bared themselves to him. He could never help feeling proud of himself in those moments. He did not have as large an ego as some of his fellow Multiversers, but as he had dedicated his immortal life to an understanding of the mind, whenever he was able to mentally/emotionally help someone, it always swelled his pride somewhat. The fact that he had also grown rather fond of Mina in the months they have been working together meant this turn of events also filled him with a certain amount of happiness.

"Of course," he said to her. He was well aware of how big a deal this was. "I'd be honoured."

Taking a deep breath, Mina reached up and slowly unravelled her scarf. When it finally dropped to the ground, her heavily scarred neck was revealed. These bite marks were a far cry from the two pin-prick marks commonly associated with vampires. The large, jagged pierce marks were so inconsistent in their placement, it was almost like the teeth of the creature who bit her were not lined up properly in its mouth. They covered the entire front of Mina's neck. A scarf truly was the only thing that could cover up these markings and still look inconspicuous.

Dexter stared, but not specifically at the scars, Mina noticed. He was looking at her, not just one part of her. And when he finally spoke again, it was one word.

"Beautiful."

Mina released a shaky breath as her heart pounded away in her chest. Her face softened and a smile broke out on her face. It was as though that one word had broken down the walls she had put up unrepentantly. She slowly walked over to Dexter, leaned up, and kissed him full on the lips.

Dexter, being no stranger at all to these sorts of situations, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close as he kissed her back.

Their lips moved together in soft tangem for about half a minute before they separated.

"I think I've fallen in love with you," Mina admitted.

"I care about you," said Dexter. "Since we met near the end of May, I've gotten to know such a strong, beautiful woman. I don't think it's love, not yet, but I can feel it growing even as we speak. I'm … sorry if that disappoints, but …"

"Not at all." Mina shook her head. "I didn't expect you to. To be honest, I'd've considered it a miracle if you did, or just thought you lying. The effect your words have had on me isn't something I can hope to replicate as quickly as this. And it doesn't affect what I plan to ask you next. Would you … spend the night with me?" The hidden meaning in her words was clear.

Dexter cupped her cheek in his hand and rubbed it with his thumb. "Yes."

They kissed again.

LEMON #3

Dexter led Mina to his bed. She climbed onto it and crawled over, leaving him space to climb on after her. He got on the bed and crawled over to where she was sitting. He kissed her again. This time there was more passion in it, more lust. Their lips clashed together as they breathed heavily into each other's mouths. Mina climbed onto Dexters lap, straddling him, and he ran his hands up and down her back, occasionally cupping her ass as well as he could through her dress. She ran her hands through his hair at first, then moved to his arms, rubbing them up and down and feeling the muscles beneath the skin.

Dexter slid his tongue into her mouth and met with no resistance. The two wet muscles in their mouths rubbed against each other tenderly. Dexter reached up and slid Mina's dress down from the shoulders. There position would not allow it to come off entirely, but it revealed the tight white corset she was wearing underneath.

Dexter separated their kiss.

"How do you stand wearing that thing?" he asked. To his knowledge, corsets are not exactly comfortable.

"I'm used to it," Mina said with heavy breaths. "I think I'd best slip this dress off, don't you?"

"Certainly."

Mina got off Dexter's lap and laid down so that she could slide her dress the rest of the way down her legs. Her underwear was the same colour as her corset and not particularly racy, as that sort of thing was not quite popularised in the 1800s, I'm afraid to tell you. Those came off easily enough. But the corset …

"Would you help me unfasten this wretched thing at the back?" Mina asked.

"Of course," said Dexter.

As he untied the back of Mina's corset, Dexter thought, not for the first time, I can't wait for bras to come into fashion. They're much easier to get off than these fucking things.

Mina let out a sigh of relief as her corset came undone and fell down in front of her. She threw it to the floor uncaringly, and then slipped her underwear off, too. It joined her other clothes on the floor of Dexter's bedroom. Remembering at last that he had put on boxer shorts for answering his door, Dexter gave it a thought and they simply vanished from his person. It was only afterwards that he realised he could have done much the same with Mina's corset and cursed himself for the lack of thought.

They sat on the king-sized bed naked.

"Lie down," Dexter said. When Mina did so, Dexter climbed between her legs, his head level with her moist vulva. "I'm going to make you feel really good."

He lightly kissed her lower lips. She hummed. He did it again, and again. Then he stuck his tongue out and licked in a circle around the edges. Mina shuffled on her behind and bucked her hips a bit, wanting him to go faster or at least stick it inside her. Dexter licked all around Mina's lady parts twice, then dragged his tongue right up the centre. A soft moan exited Mina's throat.

He brought a finger up and lightly poked at the hardened nub of Mina's clitoris. She made a quiet squeal and shook her hips, wanting more. Dexter continued to poke at her clit as he finally slipped his tongue inside her cunt. This prompted a much louder response from her. His tongue went in slowly at first, gingerly, exploring, getting a grip on what her insides were like. It went around in a circle, feeling every inch of her wet inner walls that it could reach, until Dexter's tongue was extended to its fullest. At this point, he started waving it around wildly inside her, not caring which of the walls it was colliding with. Mina grabbed the back of Dexter's head and pushed him further in, as far as he could go. He started making the alphabet with his tongue, a technique which sounded ridiculous but was actually very effective.

As one hand played with Mina's clitoris, the other reached up past her lower half and cupped one of her breasts lightly. He could feel the hardened point of her nipple pressed into his hand. Mina grabbed the other one herself and was kneading it as her other hand worked to press Dexter's face even deeper into her pussy.

As Mina got wetter, her insides got hotter. These are signs Dexter recognised. Knowing what they meant, he picked up the pace of his licking and started to flick her clitoris. It was not long before Mina's twat constricted round his tongue and he felt a splash of warm liquid hit him in the face as Mina moaned her loudest yet.

As soon as Mina's quivering from her orgasm had stopped, Dexter crawled up her body until their faces were level, at which point he planted a soft kiss on her lips.

"I hope you enjoyed that," he said, "because the next part is the fun part." To emphasise his point, he humped her a little, grinding his twelve-inch penis against her twat.

"Fuck me," she said. "I want you to fuck me."

"All right, then."

He eased his way inside her, at first only putting the head of his phallus inside her. As he slid slowly inside her, she hummed at the sensation. Her legs came up and embraced his buttocks and her hands found their way to his back and started rubbing it. Dexter leant down and kissed her neck. When he had fully sheathed himself inside her, they lay there for a few moments. Then he started moving.

His hips rocked back and forth slowly at first. Mina's clutching at his back was just that: clutching. He moved his face up from the crook of her neck and planted a kiss on her lips, which she returned. Mina's thighs gripped him as his hips moved back and forth, his member sliding in and out of her softly but pleasurably. Their tongues danced and Dexter's hip movements picked up in speed. He moved his hands up between them to caress her breasts and tweak her hardened nipples.

As he got faster, Mina's hands went from feeling up his back to clawing at it as her pleasure demanded that she grip onto something. They moaned and groaned into each other's mouths. Dexter pumped in and out of her. Mina found, to her shock and delight, that she was already on the verge of climax. She started girating her hips in tandem with Dexter's thrusts.

Dexter released her mouth from his own, and she released a gasp. He sent his head down and placed a kiss on her neck. Then he went down further and found himself facing one of her erect nipples as he cupped her breast from the bottom. He leant forward and kissed it, sucking on her hardened nub.

His sex continued to pummel into her own even as the heat in her loins hit its peak for the second time that night. She cried out as she squirted all over Dexter's pelvis.

"Dexter!" she cried his name.

Dexter pulled himself up without taking himself out of her so that he was on his knees, and Mina's legs, still locked around his waist, came up with him. He grabbed her arms and pinned them to the bed. He started deeply into her eyes as he continued to ram his erection in and out of her snatch vigorously.

The teasing implied in restricting her body movements irked and excited Mina to no end. She found she could grab on to nothing and with her legs in the air, she could scarcely match his thrusts with hip movements. He was in complete control of the situation. She felt heat rising in her chest as her loins gushed at the forcefulness of this teasing position.

Dexter, for his part, felt a pressure gathering in his crotch. He was determined to make Mina climax one last time before he hit his own peak. He could go on after, of course, but she was not as accustomed to the very active sex life of a Multiverser as he was. He shoved himself into her over and over again, until he felt her clamp around him once more. The dam holding back his own arrival broke and he came inside her with a yell.

LEMONS ARE DONE FOR THE CHAPTER!

After that, the two had settled down for the night and slept in each other's arms.

When Mina awoke in the morning, she saw that Dexter was already awake. He was sat up, running a hand through her hair caringly.

"Good morning, darling," she said, leaning up and giving him a kiss. "You slept well, I take it?"

"I did," he said with a smile. "Yourself?"

"Better than I have in a while."

"That's good. Mina, I've been thinking about something." He considered his next words. "How would you like to learn to shoot with revolvers?"

Mina's strength and determination had impressed Dexter over their months working together. To his mind, she would make a bloody good Gunslinger.

And that's it, folks! Pretty chilled out compared to the first three chapters, I know, but I wanted to let everyone relax a bit before the juiciness of this arc takes over. And it was the perfect opportunity to introduce the first of my co-authors! Go ahead and introduce yourself.

Crazy Cakes 23: Hey hey hey, hope you liked my shitty attempt at making porn :P. When I saw PJ was working on this, I wanted in, and Alexis Verser is now going to be a member of the League.

To be fair, we both made really shitty attempts at writing porn, you just did one and I did two.

Fair warning: Alexis Verser is one of the darker characters in the Multiverser Saga, as you lot no doubt discovered upon reading some of what she said in this very chapter. Believe me, that was just the tip of a very large iceberg. Just a warning in case you're sensitive about certain topics.

I tried to think of some music to throw in other than just the opening, but came up with fuck-all. If I think of any after upload, I'll probably just edit it in. If not, then meh, this is mostly a cooldown chapter, anyway.

Now, if you review and want to ask my co-authors a question, you should mention their username or the name of their Multiverser in that question.

Now, to answer the reviews I got last time.

Hero of the Multiverse: Indeed. Thank you. Well, you'd already know that, wouldn't you? ;)

ZenithBloodedge: Thank you. I appreciate it.

Dis Lexic: Nah, that's not Azazel. Though knowing this universe, he's probably in here somewhere.

Guest: The way it generally works is that the Multiversers, like Dexter, can take the place of anyone they choose in the worlds they visit. The reason he can use Dragon Shouts is that he's the Dragonborn in a version of the Elder Scrolls universe. No, there's not an evil version of Dexter out there. The closest we have to that is his Antiverser, who I haven't revealed enough about to tell you about. Basically, the Multiversers are omnipresent, they can be anywhere and everywhere at once. These aren't technically different versions of Dexter; he is one being who can occupy multiple spaces simultaneously, hence why he exists in multiple universes. It's the same for the other Multiversers. I hope all this answered your questions.

Mrotrax: Glad you're enjoying it. Well, I wouldn't say "ahead of his time," more like out of his time. The world he originated in was in the year 2017 before he died (see The Multiverser: A Fascination Brought By Death on my profile page for more details on that), so he just has more modern standards. And yes, Griffin is a scumbag.

Guest: Er, yeah, so the thing is that I may have jumped the gun in releasing this. If you look at the timeline I have set up on my profile, you'll see that this story takes place quite a bit ahead of where Hyperdimension Multiverser currently is. So I can't go too into detail without spoiling plans I have for the future. I can, however, tell you that Dexter, as a Multiverser, is not confined to the rules of the Neptunia universe in the ways that world's inhabitants are. Blue Heart can gain power from Shares, but Dexter has power he's amassed in other ways that he's capable of sharing with her. That's all I can give you without spoiling anything, sorry.

And that's that! See you folks next time!