To my surprise, Lung came up to me with a glare but not empowered or growing.

"What do you want, Butcher?" he growled with just a hint of his dragon slur.

I raised an eyebrow while looking at him while still sitting on one of his minions. "I wanted to fight."

"No."

"No?"

"You are the Butcher. Everyone knows this. If I fight you, then I will lose."

I scrutinized him. He was prepared to fight if his balled fists and slightly bent legs meant anything. He was ready, however, to bolt more than fight.

No one wanted to become the Butcher.

I smiled.

"Well, I supposed the Butcher didn't think that before running into me," I said as I stood up. The man underneath, having realized that he had been sat on by the "Butcher," quickly scrambled away and then kept on scrambling away. I released my hold on the gangsters still on the pile, and they - mostly awake by this point except for one or two of them - all did the same: they ran.

The Butcher, I knew, was not someone anyone wanted to fight. Only those with power exceeding the Butcher's by a significant margin fought and they did so only to stop him. Legend fought the Butcher the most among those on the East Coast because the Butcher went after him and because Legend was the only cape strong enough to stop him without killing him. Rather, Legend had been the only one.

The Butcher was no more, but no one else knew that except my Lisa and my Taylor. I wondered if I could use this to my advantage. I should think more on that later.

"Alright, then what are you going to do to make me go away?"

"Nothing. I will not give you a fight, so you will leave on your own."

I looked at him in surprise and then my eyebrows shot even higher when I saw Oni Lee appear behind him.

Then the two of them were gone.

"... Well, shit," I muttered to myself. "There goes my noon entertainment."

I traveled around a bit more, keeping myself to the skies again. I did want to go back home and have some fun with Lisa, but I knew that she didn't want to have sex today.

But I did. I really did.

Holding myself back to two hours for each of them was already pushing it to the line really far. No. Hell, I was OVER the goddamn line already. I hated this goddamn power, I hated this goddamn power, I hated this goddamn pow-!

"You!"

Clenching my teeth, I turned around. Hovering twenty yards or so from me was the blonde bitch again.

"What do you want, you dumb blonde," I growled.

Pissed, sexually frustrated, and bored as I was, I knew too much risk when I saw it.

"I'm going to arrest you!"

"Fuck off blondie before I decide to fuck you!" I shouted.

She charged me, again.

I narrowed my eyes. "Alright, you asked for it." I wasn't going to master her or fuck her.

But beat the shit out of her?

The moment she came close to me, through my field of vector manipulation, flying at top speed, I stopped her.

Then I punched her.

Inheriting the Butcher's strength, I was capable of throwing cars with ease and shooting spears as arrows from bows. With that strength, I punched Glory Girl in the face. Her shield shattered and she stared at me in shock.

And then I punched her in the stomach.

She gasped before …

Slumping.

"Wait, that's it?" I asked myself before shaking her vectors and thus her. "Oi, that's it?" I asked contemptibly.

I waited until her shield was back up before dropping her. I watched as she fell and then landed with a thump.

"Hmph."

Then I teleported away.

...

In the end, I ended up finding no one in the bay. I went home without a new girl, which wasn't a bad deal for me, but Lisa really did not look forward to being fucked senselessly.

Unlike me, she thought more sex was too much nor did she like the fact that I expected her to have sex while pregnant.

Instead, she began to go through the entire internet for girls I could master and add to our family.

"Is this really necessary?" I asked her while massaging her breasts from behind while she sat on my lap. Her focus, however, was completely on the computer screen in front of her, running names and the locations they are associated to. She went through names of both capes and regular people, trying to find a person who would fit into our family with the least amount of trouble.

"Yes," she replied before moaning a bit when I pinched her nipples. "D-Do you even know how tiring sex is?"

"Nope," I replied and that was perhaps the reason why I was only too enthusiastic for it. My previously only regeneration ability, Heal, was very … thorough when it came to healing. Apparently, my power decided that exhaustion was "damage," and thus needed to be corrected all the time instead of increasing exhaustion recovery rate.

As a result, I never got tired while my partner in bed, either Taylor or Lisa, became literal goops in my hand less than an hour after I started with them.

To be honest, this was a bit of a frustration for me too. Sex was best when Taylor and Lisa both rumped away at me, not just me humping them by myself while they were either knocked out or just took it because they couldn't move.

The best time for us three, honestly, was when Lisa recently joined.

I hummed as I buried my face into her hair and breathed in her scent. She was different in smell compared to Taylor. Taylor was … too clean. There was no scent. Lisa, on the other hand, had smell that was hers. Her orange-scented shampoo and her mix of green tea and lemon perfumes entered my nose as I hugged her from behind.

She leaned back into me after a while. Despite all of her complaints, she still loved me as I loved her. She was a jealous person, molded that way by her power. She didn't want to give up more of my time to other girls. It already irked her enough that she was the second person I "collected," but it made her … pretty frustrated that she couldn't sate my need.

Who liked hearing that they were incapable of sexually satisfying their partner?

She couldn't stop me from having sex either, so she decided to find me someone who could. It was, as she saw it, to affirm that she knew the limits of my sexual needs and was capable of finding someone who could satisfy me.

I pulled her hands off the keyboard, and turned her around. She looked at me with a frown and frustrated glistening in her eyes. Without looking down, I ran a hand over her t-shirt covered pregnant belly.

"...What?" she asked me.

"You look beautiful, Lisa," I smiled. "I'm happy I have you."

She huffed. "Don't -"

"Shush." I pulled her in closer and kissed her. She wiggled a little before grumbling and settling down. She actively kissed me back and soon her arms were around my neck. One of my hands supported her back while the other hand caressed her stomach and kinda wishing she was pregnant.

Then I hooked my caressing hand under her legs and stood up from the computer chair and walked to the master bedroom.

Ever since Danny came out of the hospital, Taylor had been occasionally leaving bug clones on her bed in order to sneak out and come to our house instead. Other times, she just told Danny that she was sleeping over a friend's house and Danny being the barely functional man that he was, just rolled with it..

We had gone shopping a few days aoo, since we wanted a bed that would not only fit all three of us comfortably, but had enough space for another two individuals. And so, after getting three queen sized beds, I merged them halfway together and with a bit more mundane tinkering, we had ourselves our very own quadra-sized bed.

Needless to say that we... had more than one orgies on this bed.

I set Lisa down and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She did the same with me, and soon, both of us were shirtless. I saw her red lacey bra, barely concealing her boobs from me, and I felt myself harden beneath.

My hands reached out and groped her breasts and she bit her lower lip. With but a swift wrap and snap, the bra was off and I tossed it aside.

Perhaps because she was so pretty and pregnant with one of my children that I tended to forget that she was also a teenager. She was still developing, though perhaps near her end of it. Every time I saw her, I saw not just her but her vectors, and how little by little, her breasts grew. Lisa had been in the lower C cup but now I knew it had to be closer to the average C cup.

I groped her breasts again and then pushed her down gently. I leaned in and kissed her and she kissed me back.

Our tongues wrapped and pushed and pulled. A little dance of ours, if you will call it that.

After a bit of groping and massaging, I removed my hands from her top and reached to her waist, then the edge of her dark blue pajamas. I grabbed the edges and pulled it off her, pulling myself back as I did so.

She went commando there, and I liked it. She also helped me pull her pants off by pulling her leg up.

Abruptly, I pulled it off, and used this moment to push myself between her legs and spread them apart.

"Hey!" Lisa shouted and fought me for a second before groaning and letting it happen. I unzipped my own pair of jeans and pulled not just it but also my boxer off with it.

I saw her pussy, and it was already wet.

"No need for foreplay then," I said with a grin and she matched me with her own foxy grin. I lined up and slid in, and Lisa moaned.

I didn't go for any weird positions or anything like that. I just laid down on top of her, wrapped my arms around her, and slowly pumped her. Her legs and arms wrapped around me, and we just laid there panting, moaning, and relaxing.

Despite her outwardly loud, cunning, and sarcastic disposition, Lisa was a very quiet and submissive little thing in bed.

If Lisa was quiet, then Taylor was anything but quiet.

"MORE MORE MORE!" she screamed as I pounded into her pussy from behind with her ass sticking up into the air. "O-OH OH OH!"

Taylor walked in on us right after she came from school and looked like she felt left out.

So after coming in Lisa for the fourth time, I grabbed Taylor, rubbed her clit until she was fairly wet, and pounded into her.

"EK EK EK!"

But despite this loudness and enthusiasm, Taylor didn't last very long.

Her body stiffened and I felt her tighten like a vice grip around me. She ejaculated and whimpered and I followed suit with my own climax and moaning.

And then she moaned quietly as I went back to pounding her. Her body lurched forward and backward just a little with the motion, and my hands pulled at her newly developed breasts.

"A-Alvin, f-fill m-me…" she moaned.

"My pleasure."

I flipped her around and laid her down on her back and pounded into her like that. Taylor's eyes crossed and drooled, failing to keep composure.

"Y-Yes, yes, yes…!" she moaned, and then her back arched. "Ohhh….!!" She climaxed again and yet I kept on pounding into her. Then she collapsed on the bed, completely loose but still conscious.

In that state, I came into her again and again and again.

It was five o' clock when we were done, and when I pulled my dick out of her, my jizz dribbled out of her. Sweaty skin, stained, and swollen pussy lips, I loved this view of her.

"Are you happy, Taylor?" I asked her as I caressed her cheek.

"U-uh huh," she mumbled. "Just … gonna sleep."

"I'll wake you up for dinner."

"Want marinated beef…"

I laughed. "Sure, sure."