Lisa looked at me tearfully with quivering lips while I pinned her to the couch. My dick remained inside of her, squirting into her for all she was worth, and I stared right back into her eyes.

Lisa … was a complicated person like all humans were. Though barely an adult, she had more issues than most people. More often than not, her power pushed her to say things that emotionally hurt people or say facts that gave her intellectual advantage, whether this was perceived or the truth. It made making friends hard, but when I forced myself on her, this was no longer her problem.

It was also a very logical fact that I tampered with what I knew as "conflict engine."

"Bastard," she whispered even as her legs squeezed around my waist.

I couldn't help it.

I leaned down and bit her earlobe, and she moaned.

I fixed what I could. Her conflict engine no longer pushed Lisa to conflict and stopped making her say things that triggered her dopamine release.

What I couldn't fix, nor did I want to, was her own personality.

Foxy, yes. Stubborn, yes. Fiercely independent, yes. The last trait one that was something she gained (I hypothesized) all on her own after fleeing her parent's home and surviving both the streets and under Coil's thumb, but it was part of her nonetheless.

And I crushed that independence that she developed.

I started moving again, and Lisa breathed shallowly and quickly as I pumped her. Her hips met mine in rhythm, even as she teared up even more.

She wanted to be free, to make her own choice.

I took that choice from her. Forced on her a baby.

I was, as one might say, her golden cage. She loved me sincerely and passionately because my power made it so, but I was ultimately her warden.

"I know," I told her as I came again after thirty minutes of nearly silent fucking. I wrapped my arms around her and continued to pump her in this house where there were only two of us. Lisa wrapped her arms around me in response and held me dearly as I stained her womanhood with my seed.

Her legs and arms twitched and curled up more and her back arched as she climaxed in time with me, and I loved her.

Oh, how I loved her.

"Y-You last s-so short," she mumbled. It was… a rather bland attempt at being snide, because it was only yesterday that she was begging me to give her some rest after five hours of sex. I knew that she couldn't help it. It was a habit of hers that came from her power's conflict engine.

Instead of answering, I kissed her and went right back to fucking her.

She moaned into my mouth as we battled with our tongues. She tried with her long tongue to wrap herself around me, keep me contained and thus give her dominance.

I let her.

And then just pounded into her.

Shocked by the sudden increase in speed, she tried to hang on to my tongue, but I took advantage of the momentary pause in her assault and bit on her bottom lips. Then as her shock stacked, I broke the kiss, flipped her with my dick still inside of her, wrapped myself around her, and began to pound into her.

Unable to hold back, Lisa mewled and squirmed as a cat would. It was fitting and I loved it. I buried my face into her blonde hair and breathed deeply with my nose her natural scent and that of her sweat and sex.

This… This girl was MINE.

"Alvin!" she screamed as she finally ejaculated, and I felt her juices splash against my dick. Her vagina tightened. My own dick twitched and then lurched.

"Lisa…" I moaned as I came into her again.

Oh, I loved this girl. I truly really did.

We laid there on the couch, just reveling in each other's warmth and coming down fro-.

"T-Too much already," Lisa mumbled as I flipped her back around. On the couch, I took her missionary style. I clasped one hand with mine and groped her with the other. She was just big enough for all of her breast to be graspable in one of my hand. She moaned as I pumped in and out of her. I went slower this time, just enjoying the way the rim of my dick's head ground against the grooves of her vagina.

Lisa whimpered as she tightened around me. "A-Alvin!" she mewled as her hips began to buck. I moaned as she tightned around me suddenly far more than before, and began to milk me. I held on this time, and just kept on pumping her.

As I grew closer to my own climax, I grabbed her waist and sped up. Pounding into her, I whispered her name and how much I loved her. Lisa screamed my name and curled up as we both climaxed together, and I shuddered, reveling in her warmth.

Finally, I pulled out of her.

"I-It's only T-Two o' c-clock," she muttered, exhausted and perhaps a little dehydrated. "W-Water?"

I got up, went to the kitchen, and came back with two cups of water. I helped her up, and drank from my cup. She drank greedily from her cup, and when she was done, she dramatically sighed in relief.

Then she slapped my shoulder.

"Damn it, Alvin!" she hissed as she glared at me. "I told you not to fuck me too hard! Do you know how exhausting it is for me?!"

I laughed. I set my cup down along with hers and just hugged her.

"You-! You-!" she yelled angrily before groaning and hugging me back. "Loveable asshole."

"You mean you love me and my dick," I replied back, and I felt her heat up, probably blushing. "I do want to make love to you more-"

"You mean fuck in a desperate attempt to impregnate me!"

"-But we do have a job to do."

She paused and then after a while, sighed.

"You're really serious about that, aren't you?" she asked me as I let her go. "You want to make us into a gang?" she asked again.

"No, we don't have to be a gang, but I don't like people I dislike being in my territory."

"You're really focused on that territory thing, aren't you?"

I smiled sadly.

"... Right, it's power related," she grumbled.

While I did fuck Taylor and Lisa nearly endlessly, we did sit down and talked to each other a lot. Taylor started off quiet before Lisa asked her about how much she liked anal. Or rather, how much she disliked it, and Taylor was perfectly willing to defend her dislike for it.

Even if she did scream ecstatically like a maniac when I plowed her asshole.

We got to know each more. I learned that Taylor was a fan of darker colors, and Lisa liked flashy things. Neither considered themselves beautiful, though Lisa admitted that she did consider herself "cute."

I fucked them silly that day to show just how beautiful I thought they were. I came on their face and their lips, kissed those cum-stained lips, and then face fucked them until they agreed that they were beautiful… in my eyes. I considered that a win.

One of the things we talked about was what we wanted to do. Taylor, obviously, wanted to be a hero, Lisa wanted to enjoy life, and I wanted to make lots of babies with the two of them. Considering that they were pregnant, I was the closest to my goal.

"Yes," I said sadly. "I don't have a choice on the matter, really."

My power's desire for "possessions" was one such thing we discussed. I removed both of Taylor and Lisa's conflict engines, but I couldn't touch mine.

She blew her hair away from the front of her face. "Fine. Show me what you need, my idiot man."

I grinned. "Let's get dressed first-"

"No, you're just going to rip them off me later."

"You're not wrong," I said as I happily as I ogled her. There was a fleshy tightness to Lisa that accentuated her movement in the nude. Every twist of her body made her boobs bounced lightly and her ass remained round even when she sat on it (or when I pounded into it). They didn't jiggle like fat lards. Just imagining her ass bouncing off my crotch made me hard again.

She stared down and growled. "Already?!" she shrieked.

"Naw," I said even though I really wanted to jump her right there and then. "I can hold back."

She eyed me critically before tilting her head away with a huff. It only made her round and perky boobs jiggle, and that really made me want to fuck her right there. I was clenching myself down right now, averting looking at her tits, butt, and thigh-.

Thoughts, you're not helping. Shoo.

"So, since Taylor wants to help her neighborhood remain independentof noth the ABB and the E88, and neither of us really care about doing any villainy…" she began. "I assume you want to take over and add the Docks South to your territory, right?"

I nodded, keeping my eyes on her face. She was beautiful. If Taylor was the cool beauty, then Lisa was the playful beauty, the one who always wore that cheeky upward curve at the edge of her lips.

"Then you'll be fighting both of the Empire and Lung," she said as she crossed her legs.

"I can fight both the Empire and Lung," I replied.

She frowned. "I know you think that -"

"Lisa, I am also the Butcher. They really wouldn't want to kill me."

"I still don't believe you on that front. You don't just become the new Butcher and not go around killing people. All you've done is fuck me and Taylor. I call bullshit."

I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, how about this. Tonight, I'll go out and pick a fight with a few capes-"

Lisa deadpanned immediately, vocally and facially. "That is the stupidest idea I have heard so far."

"It's not stupid," I grunted. "Come on, have some faith in me."

"You literally master'ed me, Alan. I love you and want to trust you, but it's not that easy."

"Hmm. Okay, how about we go for a walk?"

"... What?"

"You know, if you want us to take a walk, going to - oh, I don't know - the park seems nice," Lisa grumbled as we found ourselves some twenty minutes later along the beach. This was no ordinary beach, though. It was a gravel-filled wasteland.

"Honey, we love each other everyday-"

"Because you force yourself on us," she replied.

"-but you've yet to see what I can really do unlike Taylor."

"... Alright, fine. I get it. You think you're on the Triumvirate's level or something."

I just smiled before I grabbed two gravel of similar size. Then I fused them together into the same space.

Lisa stopped talking and stared at the rock. Her eyes were roaming the tiny rock and then back up at me. Before she could open her mouth, I did it again with more pebbles as I gathered up a handful and just squeezed. As I kept on doing so, uneven bits and pieces stuck out of the increasingly otherworldly object.

After maybe four handfuls, I held the otherworldly pebble out to Lisa, who took it gingerly. The moment my hand left it, her hand sunk a good foot before she pushed herself back up.

"T-That's stupid!" she said wide-eyed. She stared at the pebble in her hand incredulously. Without using my hands, I altered the pebble's vectors, and we both watched as it floated back to me. Then I altered the vectors of all pebbles on the surface around me and brought them into my hand. They moved like streams, a hundred tiny streams joining to form fifty bigger streams, then into twenty five "riverlets," then twelve "rivers," and finally one giant "river" that flowed into my hand and simply … disappeared.

A good two minutes later,

"You brought us here because no one comes here," Lisa finally said. "No one would see us using your power and there was plenty of rocks for you to show me your power."

I grinned. "Got it in one. Now, how much do you think this pebble here weighs?"

She looked down at my hand where a sphere no wider than one inch across sat benignly.

"... At least two tons," she said with a pale face. "And you don't have to throw it. And you said you controlled vectors. If you just keep it around you, then you can cut up just about anyone by keeping it in your control radius."

"You got it in one," I replied with a smile. "Now, what about bullets, fire, metals, or even air?"

"... You can stop it all."

"Yup. This is why I said I'm not afraid of Kaiser or Lung. I can take on all of them at once and win. It's only Masters, Strangers, and Trumps like Butcher that I am wary of."

"Holy shit, you are the second grabbiest of grab-bags."

"Huh? Who's the first?"

"Eidolon, of course, you sex maniac."

"You make it sound like it's a bad thing," I whined.

"Ugh. Don't whine. It's weird. Also, it's not fun or healthy being forcibly fucked for ten hours a day."

"But you like it."

She blushed. "Shut up."

"Oh~?"

"Alvin…!"

"Is it possible that my Lisa is a … masochist?"

"In your dreams!"

PRT and the Protectorate kept true to my wishes and stayed out of both of my territories.

The E88 and the ABB learned about the PRT unwillingness to enter the Docks South but not its reason why, and decided to hold a battle there.

I saw the battle unfold on the news, and felt my lips twitch.

Taylor, who was leaning on my left, sighed as she leaned the other way towards the couch arm and then got up to get her costume. "Stupid gangsters messing with our cozy night…" she grumbled angrily.

I suspected many of the gangsters would get spiders in their mouths tonight.

As for Lisa, she pulled out three ear comm pieces. After fitting one into her ear, she gave me the other two.

I got my own costume soon after that, and after grabbing Taylor, we flew towards the eastern Docks South, where the fight was.

{Foxy speaking,} Lisa spoke over the comms. {Did you give Taylor hers yet, Alan?}

"He did," Taylor spoke up. No wind buffeted us but we flew at high speeds nonetheless. With no wind to bother us, both of us could hear the other speak clearly.

"Did you think I would be forgetful?" I asked.

{You tend to forget that we all have to hydrate ourselves.} She was obviously talking about my endless sex, which had little to no breaks.

I laughed sheepishly. "I did say I was sorry, Lisa."

{Still gonna hold it over you until we all die, Alvin.}

"Ugh. Fine. We're here." We hovered out of their sights in the night some one thousand feet above the gangsters and their capes. "Care to do the honors, Weaver?"

Without speaking, I saw all manners of bugs swarm towards the fight. The gangsters began to shout something but before any of them realized what was happening, the bugs were on them. A literal tornado of chitins, mandibles, wings, and stingers slammed like a force of nature, and gangsters screamed.

Less than a minute after her show, the gangsters fled the scene screaming while those who weren't so fortunate remained on the ground with a literal pile of bugs skittering all over them.

Entomophobia was going to become a thing in Brockton Bay.