April 19th 2016 Brightedge City, Brightedge Docks 3:00 PM EDT

We ended up doing lunch and a movie, considering how early it was, but still, it was a fun day. Silver was feeling extra affectionate and grateful after the date, and she fucked like a porn star as a thank you. It was pretty fantastic, enough that even without any upgrades the encounter was probably in the top ten fucks I've ever had.

After that she was all cuddly and blissful, which was pretty nice. Not that she showed it too much, being relatively good at concealing her emotions, but she let a bit shine through and with my senses picking up the rest was easy.

Our final stop of the day before going back to her place (as Finbarr disappearing for long periods would be suspicious so I was staying with Silver during this little infiltration) was a warehouse I'd had Barbie acquire for me when she was doing my backstopping. The place was full of all sorts of things, including about a dozen palettes of paper.

That was something to knock out quick because it wouldn't be very interesting, but there was ALSO some tech liquidation palettes I had her pick up at a steal. Now that we were back and active, I decided to start working on some projects for Oracle again. My business had been suffering, but not as much as one would think, with the fae active most economic avenues had ground to a halt, especially tech based businesses, which did buy us some time.

Silver seemed intrigued by the place as we arrived, but wasn't particularly motivated to do anything but lounge around in blissful relaxation after the quickie in the movie theater bathroom. I did have my windows down, because our extremely acrobatic fuck in the car after we finished the picnic, while fun, was NOT good for the smell.

"So, this is where we're picking up your paper shipment?" Silver knew about my abilities in a broad sense, but I tended to keep mechanics to myself. She knew she had my mark on her ass and that I could make her do anything I wanted, she knew I could turn her into something more than she was and planned to when she earned it.

She did NOT know how I merged things together,but after getting to know her a bit better (plus knowing she couldn't ever disobey my orders) I decided to trust her a bit. Not completely, but enough that she was going to learn what the other girls knew.

'"This." I said, Helping her from the car and putting the windows up with a grimace and a mental note to merge the car with something that smelled good and was stain resistant. "Is where I'll be MAKING my paper shipment. You're her because since I'm getting back into business, I'm planning to have you oversee that facet of my operations. This is a gesture of trust for a new partner."

It was weird to say something like that sincerely, instead of manipulating someone. But Silver would be handling my business (with some oversight from Barbie to start out) and I wanted her to feel good about her position with me, outside of the positions I put her in that made BOTH of us feel good.

Walking into the warehouse, I scanned over the interior. The paper and the electronics were separated out, each on a different side of the warehouse. "So." I said to Silver as we walked in. "If I was looking to get into personal electronics, but wanted to sell high end luxury items that would fetch a huge price tag with limited inventory, what would you suggest? Assuming acquisition was basically free and had no limitations."

She bit her lip for a second, thinking it over. "Computers. A top of the line PC can be mind numbingly expensive, especially if you throw in things like monitors. If you're getting your inventory from elsewhere I can't think of anything better to sell in terms of technology. If you were aiming wide I'd say maybe a game console line, but PCs have a much higher ceiling pricewise."

Walking over to the paper, I stared out at the palettes. There was twenty five of them, each being about a ton, and leaving me at half the needed amount for the entire quarter. That was fine, proof of concept and all.

I'd specifically asked Barbie to pick up the cheapest paper on the market for this, because the biggest problem was that so much of anything would be higher ranked than I'd like. It would still save points over merging something cheaper one at a time of course, but I wanted to keep the cost down as much as possible.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Degrassi paper company one ton palette- H rank. Among the cheapest paper available for purchase, Degrassi uses fifty grams per square inch, or GSM, of the cheapest wood pulp to make their products, allowing them to sell at drastically reduced prices, but with equally reduced quality.]

Perfect. H rank. Which meant each of these would take a thousand points to upgrade. Twenty five thousand wasn't cheap, but I was at four point nine four five million or so, and I wasn't too worried about a few points here or there. The big decision here was exactly what the hell I would be merging with them.

I needed something I could get more of, something around the same rank, something that would produce good quality paper but not turn the stuff into some kind of wonder of modern magical engineering because that would draw way too much suspicion.

Reaching into my pouch, I withdrew something I thought might work.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Quartz- H rank. A sturdier and more appealing looking quartz than one would find on earth, this gem contains minute traces of magic that provide mental clarity when used for a spell focus.]

Perfect. Mental clarity couldn't be tracked or quantified. If my paper made people write a little smoother everyone would just chalk it up to superstition. Especially since when I merged it I'd make sure that magic wasn't concentrated enough to be detected. A bit of extra focus on the makeup and design and a quick merge later, and I had a ton of new paper.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Oracle one ton paper palette- G rank materials. A sturdy and stylish paper with minor and undetectable effect of boosting mental clarity. Not indestructible, but far more durable than most papers on the marker, 100gsm.]

The palette itself had shifted, the boxes becoming black with bright blue stripes as the light of the merge faded. I turned to see Silver gaping at the boxes. "I'd open them to show off, but it might screw up the whole palette in terms of value, so no need for that. But this is how my ability works. I can combine objects together to make new ones."

I filled her in on the qualities of the paper and she looked blown away, before turning to regard the tech palettes. "That's why you were asking about electronics. You're thinking of making computers from that stuff." She turned back to me. "I have more ideas, a couple actually. Whatever parts you got I'm betting there's some other things besides computer setups. You could market high end TV displays too. Maybe a line of personal assistants."

"I have my limits." I told her wryly. "Only a few of these a day." I was sticking with my generic energy story like I had with the other girls. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. "I can't keep up a line of large scale production items." Unless I made a factory or a machine, which was possible once I had some momentum but was too risky an investment before I had a solid rep.

She shook her head excitedly, her platinum hair flying. "No, that's just it. That's GOOD. Luxury goods benefit from scarcity. Things like TVs and computers are status symbols to some people. You can sell them for astronomical prices and not worry about stockpiling them. Hell, having them be unique would be a benefit."

"That does sound perfect." I said thoughtfully. "But don't I need some serious rep to start a business like that? People don't pay for random nonsense. Oracle is known a little, but we hadn't really gotten our hooks into Gotham before the cities merged, and now things are all jumbled up."

She looked at the palette. "Do you have the power to make something better than this left? I mean, the clarity of thought thing is fascinating, but how will that translate into a computer, just normal specs and a neat little quirk?"

I chuckled at that. "Nah. My power works with ranks. Things can be high ranked because of either quality or quantity. Because the paper was the latter, the upgrade applied to the whole thing, making the result less spectacular. Plus I used mediocre upgrade materials, so it came out on the lower end of G rank."

There was no reason to go into the Brightedge stuff if she hadn't figured it out, but rankings weren't sensitive information so sharing that was fine. She'd probably figure it out anyway. "So the computer won't come out just a little better when it gets to…G rank?"

Shaking my head, I just laughed. "No. I'll make sure to use something interesting, plus it's a singular object, the effect won't be diluted like it was here. Here, I'll show you." I grabbed her hand and dragged her over to the nearest tech palette. Sure enough, after some digging we found on old computer tower.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Dell PC- I rank machine. An old and nonfunctional machine used for personal computing. Out of date software and hardware.]

Nice. I rank wasn't bad at all for my purposes. But I was demonstrating, so I'd take this thing up to G to be safe. I fished around in pouch, grabbing a piece of ice attributed quartz and a watch I had picked up from…somewhere, with a winding mechanism. Using my improved control I was easily able to merge the two of them one after the other to create a new computer.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Cryostasis- G rank supercomputer. A machine beyond the edge of mass produced technology. Cryostasis is made of a special supercoolant alloy that allows for perfect cooling and massive overclocking Due to the unique composition of the device extremely high end parts were used in its construction.]

The computer was…gorgeous. Deep sapphire blue casing (possibly made of ACTUAL sapphire) with quartz panels on the side showing a series of bluish silver gears in the shape of snowflakes, creating a computer at the very peak of G rank that seemed to somehow operate entirely based on clockwork.

"Huh…I…might have overdone it a bit." I told her what the details I could see were. "Can we even sell this? LIke it looks like it connects with commonly used peripherals and all, has all the ports, but…this isn't really something most people could make."

To my surprise, Silver just shrugged. "Don't worry too much about that. Luthor has sold weirder stuff. There's a market for curiosities, and one for amazing machines. I bet this will get people from both. I'll set up an auction for the machine. How super is it exactly?"

"Oh nothing insane." I said casually. "Probably about the highest end thing on the general market, but you could get someone to make something similar. Of course, having perfect cooling, not needing a power source, and being entirely clockwork make that a bit more jarring, but I bet when we check the specs it won't be anything absurd."

Appraisal didn't include those details, but since it was connectable to other computers I would be able to hook it up and run speccy on it or something. Looking gleefully at the rest of the palettes, I could see Silver practically vibrating with glee and laughed, pulling her against me. "Want to do some work on the rest of them?" Her hungry kiss was more than enough answer. She was totally getting fucked on top of one of these palettes when we finished.

April 20th 2016 Brightedge City, Campbell and McCann auction house 6:00 PM EDT

When Silver said "I'll put together an auction." She hadn't been kidding. It took her just over a day to slap together something garish and over the top. Of course, I was fine with both of those things. Finbarr needed to make a name for himself, and this computer would do it, but I didn't want that name to be associated with someone too competent.

Historically, secret societies like to claim to be made up of the elite, but they tend to aim more for a FEW elite, and lots of middling sheep who are easy to manipulate. If every person in your organization is Machiavelli, you never get anything done. If everyone is stabbing each other in the back at every opportunity then no one doesn't get stabbed. No competent mastermind wanted that.

So I needed to make Finbarr look rich, of middling intelligence, but smart and controlled enough not to be an active liability. I didn't need to be a super genius, I needed to be good material for molding into whatever shape the Court wanted.

Luckily the merge and subsequent influx of every godsdamned criminal on the planet with an ounce of ambition made my appearance not just plausible, but reasonable. So having a big extravagant auction was completely on brand.

The rest of the computers were much less insane than Cryostasis. There were about a dozen of them, and they were all high end supercomputers, but they were reasonable enough to sell directly for a flat rate. Cryostasis was going to be our doorbuster, the advertisement that would put Oracle on the map for computer production.

Those glasses might have been useful and impressive, but that was by civilian standards (by design, mind you) these computers could be sold for exorbitant amounts, and while I wouldn't get points from the money, I WOULD get points from anything I bought with it. Once we established a reputation and a baseline price for our "top of the line models" I could scale it down slightly for the other computers, while still making a mint.

"So…what am I supposed to do here?" I asked Silver. "I can play my part, but I want to make sure I don't slip on any weird subtext things that someone like me should know about. As well trained as I am in deception, dad never exactly had me mix with secret societies. I had already become a hedonist by the time he got involved with that shit."

She just chuckled, straightening my tie. "There isn't a secret handshake or anything. Just be yourself but…like, eighty percent dumber. Be impulsive, be charming, maybe play grab ass with a few pretty attendants after you've had a few."

I nodded lightly. That made sense. People tended to look down on those of us who fed our id without restraint. Considering some of my recent lessons on the complicated nature of life with so many emotional attachments I kind of got it. But groping a few high end pieces of eye candy wasn't exactly an olympic trial, even with the recent changes.

Seeing the glimmer in my eyes, Silver rolled hers. "For future reference, it's polite to act like molesting random sales girls is an imposition. Just to be polite."

I raised an eyebrow. "I thought relationships were about honesty and shit?"

She pouted at me. "My ass doesn't look fat in jeans, my hair looks great at all times, and I don't need to know about other bitches you end up inside unless you're making me watch. These are what we call 'little white lies' and they make relationships function." She paused. "Were you actually planning to be totally honest with me all the time?"

I snorted. "Fuck no, but I thought you might at least want to pretend." My matter of fact tone tore a giggle from my platinum haired treasure. "Anyway, what are your projections on how high this will go? You know the auction world better than I do. I don't really bid so much as buy and or steal."

She bit her lip cutely, glancing away in thought. "Maybe…ten million? Based on the specs this supercomputer is bleeding edge, but that's not the main benefit. The research value alone is astronomical. If they can recreate that alloy they could make some pretty absurd stuff. You're sure they won't be able to?"

Waggling my hand, I made an uncertain noise. "I'm relatively certain they can't manage it with pure tech. It's seamless magitech. It's not the be all end all, so they might crack it eventually, but they would need to commit serious resources both magical and technological to do it. I don't think most people have the time."

My stuff wasn't black boxed, but creating merged objects was literal reality warping as far as I could tell. Shit I merged existed because it existed, trying to puzzle out how it came to be was bound to be taxing, especially something G-rank, which was a solid bit beyond human level. Tech and magic mixed seamlessly at the peak of that level wouldn't be a simple thing to reverse engineer.

As for what would happen if they did…meh. Dangerous shit got out all the time, and I doubted a G-ranked artifact was going to end the world. She finally finished fussing and stepped back, looking me over with a frown. At my raised eyebrow Silver just blushed. "I miss your normal appearance. This one isn't bad…but it's not you."

I kissed her on the forehead with a laugh. "You're too cute for words. Now lets get out there and auction off this supercomputer. Oh, before we do, any big fish here you think might end up pulling out the win?"

She snorted at that. "Well, Luthor and the Calculator are both here. Luthor has been…out of sorts, since his forced headquarters merge with Wayne Enterprises, and I hear tech calms him down. The Calculator has more money than God supposedly, though no one has ever been able to prove it. Should be an interesting competition."

Damn. Lex Luthor himself. I thought he was a pompous fanboy asshat, but I had to admit he wasn't a stupid one. And with months of attempted Superman murder blue balls I bet he was on a razor's edge. This might actually end up being fun. The Calculator knew me, of course, but not in this guise, would his weird super brain notice the similarities? Who knew, even if he did he might not say anything, wasn't his style anyway.

"Anyone else I might have heard of?" That was a pretty small cross section, but if those two were around there might be more tech villains.

"Toyman, for one. Though I somehow doubt he's going to win. Also John Henry Irons. He's a Dr. who teams up with Superman sometimes. He nominally wears a mask, but since it's mostly just a metal shell that conforms perfectly to his facial features it's not hard to tell. And Cindy Aurum. She's…I guess the technical term is wrench wench? Her dad does commission work for the highest bidder, and Cindy herself is kind of a tech groupie."

I grinned at her. "You sound like you disapprove. There some personal beef there?"

She just pouted at me. "No, but despite being a mechanical genius she's a flighty little bimbo. Daddy has hired Cid a time or two, and I'm always expected to entertain her when they're over, and that little farm girl fuck doll took apart my TV when we were twelve and it NEVER worked again." I just kind of stared at her for a second and she flushed. "Ok, fine, it's petty, sue me. I never claimed to be well adjusted."

I pulled her against me, enjoying her soft body as she snuggled in. "If it helps, I think your unbalanced side is adorable." Leaning out to look over the crowd I spotted the person she was obviously talking about (only on semi-slutty blonde with grease on her cheeks in daisy dukes and a bikini top). "Besides, ditzy science slut or not, she's got nothing on this body."

Snorting, Silver looked away with flushed cheeks. "It's so stupid you think that was a sweet thing to say, but…I guess it wasn't that bad. A surprising amount of people want her to ride their tractor. What is it about the farm girl thing that gets guys going?"

I shrugged. "Low hanging fruit. Super hot girls who don't have enough context to know how hard to make you work for it."

"Dumb and easy, you mean." She said scathingly.

"Whereas you're only the latter." I grinned at her, squeezing her ass. She pouted again, but I winked to let her know I was mostly kidding and gave her a peck on the lips. "Anyway, go introduce me shop girl." I snacked the cheek I'd been groping, getting a squeak. "I want all these nerds to know I have the best eye candy around, even if they're too stupid to realize there's a conniving, cutthroat little mastermind under that coke bottle body."

She huffed and pulled away. "THAT almost was sweet. Almost." She straightened her dress, shifting it around a bit to try to cover the fact that she was cutting glass. I smirked a bit at that and she rolled her eyes. "Yes, my nipples got hard when you were manhandling me. Are you proud of yourself?"

"Little bit." I said smugly. She smiled a bit at that, then managed to get herself presentable and strut out onto the stage to announce me.

She gave a rundown of the product, then me, then I stepped out to polite applause as I walked out to do the auction. Unlike a normal auction, where an auctioneer would handle things, this was a single item lot, which meant there was no point in hiring someone for all the little tricks auctions use to boost the value of their products. Order, presentation, even marketing was out given the short timeframe.

Stepping out, I saw a dozen or so people, some I knew, some I didn't. Surprisingly I recognized Sportsmaster there. It made me think about Jade and about how much fun she'd been in bed. I ran my exercises to calm down a bit, then passed over him to take in some of the others. Luthor, Calculator, this auction really was kind of interesting.

"Welcome to all of you." I said grandly. "I'm sure since you're here, my product needs no introduction, but of course, I'll give one anyway. Cryostasis, a supercomputer made of an alloy that acts as a perfect heat sink regardless of overclocking, made of entirely mechanical processes, no chips or fragile parts."

Silver wheeled out the computer on a cart, and I dramatically whipped the tarp off the top. "A high end machine that will introduce the world to the computer production capabilities of Oracle, an up and coming company we acquired from an independent businessman who was forced to derail his ambition by the madness of recent events."

I'd decided that the best possible way to do this was to just claim I bought the company from myself. Given the disappearance and the way things got derailed it made sense for me as Nick to sell. I highlighted some of the specs I'd dug up from speccy, impressing them all with just how advanced the thing was, and then opened the floor, starting the bidding at a million.

Luthor immediately raised a paddle (not sure where Silver even got those but I was actually pretty impressed) "Five million!" He said with authority. Calculator looked annoyed, and raised him to six. "Seven point five." Countered the bald man with irritation. The tall black man who Silver said was John Henry Irons outbid him to eight, with Cindy cutting in at nine, to my shock. Seemed like this bidding war was just getting started. Not bad at all. If it kept going this well Silver and I would have something to celebrate tonight.

April 20th 2016 Brightedge City, Campbell and McCann auction house 7:00 PM EDT

The competition for the Cryostasis was heating up, and I was loving it. Cindy was out now, sadly, though seeing that fetching pout was a nice consolation prize. Despite her relatively slim body she was showing a ton of skin and was in great shape. Sadly I was pretty sure fucking her would annoy Silver, who I was trying to get along with, and I really didn't need more women in my life, so I turned my attention to a different kind of prey.

Luthor and Calculator were in a bidding war, and I was LOVING it. Despite not getting points for cash anymore, I still loved the idea of wealth. My draconic sensibilities didn't only apply to pussy, I like treasure too. All this money was…intoxicating (well, mostly money, Luthor tried throwing in goods with his bids for a while, though the Calculator just crushed the bids with cash until he stopped. I wasn't sure what I would do with forty cakes, but it did make me hungry). I briefly considered just following Luthor and killing him for his hoard…until the use of the word hoard in my brain tipped me off to what was going on.

Greed was an emotion I was used to, one I'd been feeling for a while, but now there was a new depth to it. A new flavor. This kind of greed I wasn't so accustomed to. I'd never cared about money except as a means to an end, and the system didn't push me toward it anymore after the tutorial. This desire for money was interesting, but a few rounds of my exercises from Raven cycled the novelty off it, and I recognized it for what it was.

I'd let my greed control me far too much even before the system, and after that I'd made some mistakes when letting it lead me. Donna came to mind. Despite getting out of that mess, I realized that it was a bit of a sneak preview of what I could expect now.

Finally, Luthor won the bid for twenty five million. It was a pretty staggering price to pay for a computer, even one as amazing as mine but…it was Luthor. He probably convinced himself it was somehow the key to killing Superman or something. It wouldn't be his first boondogle.

I didn't bother to approach him directly. Luthor wasn't the kind of person who could be convinced by sucking up. He considered all the attention he got his rightful due. Ignoring someone like that was the best way to intrigue him, though he was also a petty vindictive cockbag, so I would need to ignore him JUST enough.

So I approached the loser of their little competition. The Calculator was too professional to give a visible fuck about losing, but I could see a slight tightening in his jaw with my enhanced vision. I sat down next to him, offering my hand. "Sorry to see you run into a problem. The Cryostasis was a beautiful machine."

He nodded lazily, not looking at me as he stared off into the distance. His glasses were doing that weird shine thing again, and I was almost positive it was some sort of special coating. When he didn't respond, I continued. "You know, we DO have other machines. Perhaps not as…spectacular, but plenty of sterling computers in stock." I passed him a card with a series of numbers that would lead him to a site on the darkweb.

We'd considered just advertising with a normal website, but Silver and I agreed that people were morons who wanted what they couldn't have. The darkweb site would make us seem subversive and mysterious. Which we were, but if we ran a normal website that wouldn't be clear, and people would pay more for subversive and mysterious.

Obviously we would be launching a normal website within a few days, once we'd sold a few big ticket items, but we would make sure to use a more limited selection of purchase options on the normal site. The really good stuff would be underground.

Instead of leaving and waiting until later though, the Calculator whipped out a phone I hadn't seen him use before and flipped it sideways. The device projected a screen into the air and the Calculator started tapping on the phone until the website came up. I blinked. He'd gotten an upgrade apparently, since the last time we spoke.

He scrolled through the various listings we'd had Barbie set up (untraceable lightning phone was still best phone, we'd gotten in touch without anyone knowing) reading over the specs with interest, however, he eventually stopped scanning and flipped it closed.

"Do you perhaps take…custom orders?" He said placidly. I smiled to myself. We did, though we hadn't listed it. The point of the Cryostasis was to prove we had higher level capabilities than the stuff we were selling.

Of course, HE wasn't supposed to know that, because it meant there was no fixed price point for him to stop at. I bit my lip, pretending to think it over. In all honesty we'd been planning to wait a bit on custom orders, but the Calculator was clearly loaded (had he been this rich last time I hired him? I felt like he'd kicked it up a notch). "I suppose. I'd need specifications you were looking for. Unless you were hoping to be…surprised."

He'd been interested in Cryostasis, so clearly he was interested in interesting tech, I figured I might as well bait the hook. He worked with lots of villains, so he could get my name out there every bit as much as selling to Luthor had.

To my disappointment he shook his head. "Apologies, but I prefer to know what I'm getting. I'll give you the specifications. Will you need me to procure materials? That would lower the price, I have to warn you."

I waved him off, and we finally settled on a price of thirty million, provided I delivered on all the specs he was requesting. Making a computer like that wouldn't be too hard, though I was annoyed he hadn't taken the surprise option, it would have been much more fun.

He passed me a card, gave me some delivery instructions, and then headed out. Once that was done I met up with a few of the other attendees to look like I was mingling, and tried to find Luthor, but he'd already left.

Heading back up behind the stage I slumped down next to Silver in annoyance. "Ok, that didn't used to bother me nearly as much. I haven't done the whole political palm greasing thing in a while, but I think I lost my touch."

Silver leaned against me with a smile. "Think it's the whole having emotions thing? Maybe your humanity makes it harder."

"Nah, not really." I paused. "Well, maybe a bit, but mostly it's the power. Dealing with assholes like that seems so pointless and stupid when I could swallow the whole building in a couple bites. I really need to watch that."

The last thing I wanted was to become some stomping asshole with no subtly. Just because I was working my way up to Superman class strength didn't mean I wanted to work my DOWN to Superman class tactical prowess. The man might be a genius but he used his power like a moron.

Supergirl did too honestly, but being a teenage girl she had a better excuse for being an unrepentant thug. I might be the same age as she was, but I wasn't going to use the same excuse. This whole infiltration plan was a good excuse for me to relearn how to act with subtlety befitting my intellect.

In light of that, I pushed away any annoyance and turned to Silver. "So. With this bit of theater we should have some operating capital and more than a bit of interest. Will we be hearing from the Court soon?"

She blew out a breath. "It's hard to say honestly. Back in the day it would take much longer, but the situation is a bit more immediate at the moment. I'd say you'll probably hear from them soon. But if you're going to be operating in secret, and your abilities don't lend themselves to discovering the person you're looking for, how are we going to track them down?"

I'd been giving that a lot of thought actually. I was here for the Fear Host. They were actively causing problems and while I couldn't see through them with my appraisal, I had other methods of finding things out. Specifically, I could use an asset I only recently acquired, one that wasn't fully mine yet, but who no one would connect to me.

Pulling out my phone, I dialed a number, using it as a normal phone instead of tapping into the special features since it was so noticeable. When the line connected, a familiar pretty but mostly monotone voice drawled. "Yes?"

I grinned. "Raven, it's me. I was hoping I might enlist your services. There's a crazy monster maker in the city I need to track down. I can't detect him, but your empathy should help us narrow things down with a bit of exposure. How do you feel about under cover?"

My heart pounded a bit thinking about that ridiculous body under covers with me, and I made a mental note to fuck Raven again and get that out of my system a bit, damned succubus pussy. She paused for a minute before responding. "I should be available. When do you need me?"

"As soon as possible. Wear a slinky dress or something. I can supply a mask to shift your features a bit." It wouldn't be hard to make something small and subtle, and I doubted anyone would be looking at her face anyway, pretty as it might be.

She was silent for a minute before answering. "I don't…really have any dresses. I don't usually wear things like that and I don't have a lot of money lying around." She sounded embarrassed, like not having slutty party dresses made her bad at life. It was sort of adorable.

I turned to Silver, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my wallet, I passed her the black card from Gotham National Bank that I kept on me. I was pretty sure GNB was still in operation, since they had branches all over the country. "I'm sending a friend to take you shopping. She'll go over how you should act, run through some scenarios while you shop. Are you ok being…affectionate in your role?"

This was pretty much win-win for me. I considered Raven one of my girls already despite lacking a Brand, which meant I wasn't breaking my 'try not to load up on random girls anymore' rule (which was really more of a guideline anyway) by seducing her. If she was going to be in close proximity might as well use it to get closer to her in other ways.

I could almost HEAR the blush. "We've already been intimate. I'm willing to maintain my cover if it's with you. Just try not to make too many unnecessary advances." Her voice was a little breathy, and I had to fight back a grin.

Hanging up, I turned to Silver. "You heard what I said, right? I'm not expecting you to turn her into a socialite bimbo, but give her a crash course in the voodoo that you do." I paused. "Put her in something black or dark purple, maybe a dark blue. She looks good in dark colors."

I'd have to make sure the mask would change her skin tone from gray to just pale, but I'd keep the goth aesthetic. Silver rolled her eyes, but she had a small smile on her lips. I almost felt bad for Raven, my treasure was going to twist her in knots. But hey, I was going to tie her in knots of my own tonight, in a more physical sense. I really loved my life.

April 20th 2016 Brightedge City, Silver's mansion 9:00 PM EDT

Silver had way more fun with Raven than I had expected. She called me multiple times throughout their little shopping trip, teasing me, enjoying her opportunity to play with the pretty empath. Now we were all at Silver's place (where I was staying in my FInbarr guise) lying on her bed together, waiting for Raven to come show off what she got.

"So." I said with a smirk. "How did you get her to let you play dress up doll exactly? I was expecting some etiquette lessons and a dress or two. Based on the bags you brought in though, she's got a completely new wardrobe."

My platinum treasure huffed. "I was horrified by her outfits, that's what. This is going to be more than a one or two night operation, and a single fancy dress won't cover her. The clothes she had in that hotel room were a travesty. If you were seen with eye candy made up like that it would be an embarrassment."

That made me frown a bit. "I hope you didn't tell her that. She hasn't had it easy. Her life has kind of sucked until now. Couldn't hold down a job because any emotional outburst might kill everyone nearby."

She cocked her head at me. "Huh. You actually give a shit. That's so cute. But don't worry. Rachel and I had a nice talk. She knows I'm not judging her. But she's a beautiful woman, and the bill is being footed by a greedy dragon who wants that fat goth ass of hers, so she's better off milking it."

The term milking made me consider Raven's (or I guess maybe Rachel's) OTHER fat goth attribute. I wondered if she'd go up a cup size if I put a baby in her. Big titty goth was fantastic, big titty goth milf was pretty much peak. I wouldn't be doing that soon though. My wife would castrate me if I knocked up a girl that didn't even have a Brand before her.

The door opened, cutting us off, and Raven tromped in. I say tromped because she was wearing knee length goth combat boots with buckles all over them. Her black mini skirt showed off her thick, soft thighs enough tom let me see the black and white striped stockings, and the short sleeved black jean jacket looked fantastic under the low cut tank top with the skull on it.

Raven looked…fucking amazing. Good enough to eat. Her gray cheeks were darker than normal, a barely noticeable blush, and her face was stoic. "I look like a streetwalker. This…isn't me. It's not my style."

Silver slid out of bed, slinking up to the other girl and running her hands over Raven's body. "Sweetie you look so pretty." She cooed, playing the socialite bimbo flawlessly. "You're so…gifted." She grabbed those jiggly melons and squeezed them, getting a squeak from Raven. "You've just got to show it off."

The blush got deeper. "I…that isn't how I normally work. I don't like calling attention to my body. It leads to…interest."

Giggling sweetly, Silver pushed her chin up so she was looking at me. "Oh it's leading there alright. Nicky is interested. Does his interest bother you? Should I send him out so it's just us girls?"

"No." Said Raven quickly. "I don't mind if it's him. We've been intimate before. He's welcome to look. Since I'm already dressed like this. Someone might as well get something out of it." She grumbled the last bit, clearly still not sold on her new makeover. At Silver's feigned look of hurt her eyes widened. "Not that I don't like them. They're very nice. But they're just so…forward. I look so sexual."

Silver put her hands on Raven's shoulders and pushed her toward me. "And that's bad?" She walked the other girl forward to bump into the bed. "Being sexual? Did you like being sexual with Nicky?"

The gray skinned girl coughed lightly. "I…I mean. It was enjoyable I suppose. It didn't really feel like me, though. That was just me showing gratitude. He took his pleasure and it was enjoyable, but I hardly think that makes me sexual."

Silver tsk'ed. "Then why don't you try it?" Raven looked confused. "Being sexual I mean. Why don't you…what was the phrase? Why don't you take your pleasure from Nicky right now. He's playing human, so this is a good excuse to take charge. Push him around. Show him who the boss is."

I…wasn't entirely happy with the tactic, but if it got me back in that infernal pussy I'd allow it. Raven felt like fucking paradise, and if she needed to be on top to enjoy that I'd be down with it. She seemed to sense my hesitance and my acceptance both, and weirdly it looked it made her more comfortable. She knew this wasn't a manipulation because I was reticent at first.

"I can…I can do that." She said stoically. Her voice wasn't a monotone anymore, there was a bit of determination in there. "Take out your penis." She demanded, in the most condescending tone possible.

I was, through perfect bodily control, able to resist the urge to burst out laughing. Silver grimaced and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Rachel, sweetie. Maybe be less clinical. I usually like to call it a cock during sex. Dirty words lend to the experience. Try telling him things he did wrong. If you're going to be a boss bitch you need to establish some discipline."

She winked at me over Raven's shoulder, and I mentally promised to spank that abundant rich girl booty and show HER some discipline later. Raven looked, uncertain, but it faded fast. She reached down and undid my belt. "Give me your…cock." She said with a slight tremor in her voice. "You should be ashamed of yourself for it. It's far too big. This wouldn't fit in any decent girl."

I resisted the urge to point out that I'd been inside HER, but I was curious to see where this was going. She grabbed ahold of my dick with a soft hand and started stroking. "This is a wicked thing. You did terrible things to me with it. You made me feel dirty and disgusting things inside." She sped up, clearly getting into it.

"You've corrupted so many women with this. Poor Sally is all twisted up over you. You'd like to put this inside me again, wouldn't you?" She was hissing at me now, eyes narrowed as she jerked me off. Silver, seeming entranced, reached up and pulled the shirt down, letting soft, marshmallow tits spill out into the air, jiggling under the repeated motion of her jerking.

She seemed kind of stuck at this point, so I figured I'd aim her in the right direction. "I'm sorry. It's my fault you're like this, isn't it?" I could sense her desires. Raven had a bit of a guilt fetish. Pretty sure she was raised by like nuns or some shit, so that made sense, but I knew some girls got off on thinking about how dirty they were. Zee was like that when I did her in the ass.

Her eyes lit up. "Yes." She hissed. "You did this. Your horrible cock. It made me dirty. Now you're going to pay for it. I'm going to use this until I'm done, and you can't do anything about it." Which…might be true actually. She was a rank above me. I could probably escape but no way I could take her directly. That was hot.

I was kind of going nuts looking at her wobbling jugs bouncing as she worked my dick with that soft hand though, so I tried to steer her a bit. "I don't think your hand is the dirty part. You need it somewhere else, don't you?"

She glared at me. "Silence!" There was a little reverb in that word, and her eyes glowed a bit red. The demonic side of her was liking being in charge. Fuck yes. She yanked me down into a hard kiss. "You are a toy. You will do as you are told and no more. Speak only when spoken to. Is that understood?"

Her desires were lighting up a neon billboard with the right response, and they were vindicated when my "Yes mistress" got a ragged shudder. Her skin started to flush again, or so I thought, until I realized it was happening all over. Red skin. I looked worriedly at the ring, but it seemed to be holding. She climbed into my lap, her lightly red tits bursting in my face as she ground down on me.

I could feel her soaking cunt through the lacy panties I was sure Silver had picked out. Her head fell back with a groan as she wriggled her hips. "My underwear. Rip them off." I didn't need to be told twice, I did, my hands straying back to held myself to handfuls of that thick goth pawg booty. Fuck it was soft. I loved it.

She hoisted herself up and then shoved me into her cunt in a single drop. Her head fell back even further, and she let out a keening wail like a wolf. I wasn't far from it myself. Fuck I loved this cunt. She was tied with Sindara for sweetest pussy I'd been in. It's not nice to pick favorites, but this was one of my favorite pussies. I was ironically in heaven.

She glared at me, face impassive. "Your selfish lust awakened this. You made this happen." She slammed her hips down on mine and the bed creaked. "Apologize. Apologize for waking up this infernal hole. You've sinned."

I laughed, too lost in the sensations to play pretend. "Fuck that. I want this every fucking night. This is all mine and I couldn't be less sorry."

She hissed at me…like…actually hissed. "Blasphemer. To gleefully take part in hell's bounty. You're a wicked man. There's a fire in my belly from this wicked cock. You're going to put it out. Quench that fire."

I grinned, prepping my favorite fire hose. I grabbed a handful of hair and kissed her again. I didn't take control, though I REALLY wanted to. I could have flipped her over and pounded her into the mattress until it exploded, but I knew Raven wanted to remain in charge. "You have to tell me when mistress. I may be a wicked man, but I'm all yours."

She let out a high pitched, wailing moan. "You'll redeem us both. Put out the fire in thick wicked hole. Then I can stop thinking about this. I've been obsessed tormenting this infernal…cunt with my fingers every night since you awoke it. Quench this hunger for me. Feed this hungry hole between my legs."

That was pretty much all I could take. Between the sucking, twisting, slurping magical grasping of her demonic pussy and her odd but weirdly compelling dirty talk, my balls tightened up before finally unloading into her fiery pussy like a cannon.

Rope after rope of my cum splattered her insides, and I felt her bite down on my neck to keep from screaming. Her squeals of ecstasy and enjoyment were somewhat dulled by the sensation of teeth in flesh, but her starving demonic cunt was fucking MILKING my cum out of me in the most torturously indulgent way possible.

I slumped back onto the bed, which had broken and was lying on the floor, and looked over to see Silver on a chair, legs thrown over the arms, dress hiked up and hand working her bare pussy furiously as she watched us. Raven fell off me to the side, twitching and cooing in happiness, and I made a mental note to do this again as often as possible.

Silver licked her lips as she stared at my exposed, soaked, and still hard cock. I gave her a lazy smile. "Well? It's not going to clean itself." With a squeal of joy she bolted over to the bed and hopped onto the broken piece of furniture, burying my dick in her throat. Damn this had been a good night.

April 21st 2016 Brightedge City, Powers Estate 5:00 PM EDT

"Wait…" I said stopping. "Geraldine Powers is a member of the Court of Owls?" I stared up at the familiar place. I'd been here more than a few times. Geri threw pretty great parties. I think I actually talked to Silver at one of these before the whole blackmail to blowjob to assassination attempt clusterfuck.

She turned to raise a brow at me. "Yeah, the Powers family are old money." She gave me a flat look. "Don't tell me you fucked her too?"

I just rolled my eyes. "Ok I'd expect that from the other girls, but you know my life isn't a porno. Or at least it didn't used to be. No I never fucked Geri. Though she's got a fat ass for a GILF, and I won't deny I choked my weasel thinking of her a few times. But that wasn't my point. She just seems so…nice. She's like everyone's favorite grandma. But like…a toned fifty something version you kind of want to bang."

Raven, who was standing off to one side, rolled her eyes. "Somehow I feel like that category is larger for you than it is for most. Is that going to be a problem?" My goth half-demon (she WAS mine, she just didn't know it yet) didn't sound upset of jealous, just a little mocking, which I kind of liked.

She looked fantastic tonight, slightly more delicate features and paler skin from the mask I'd made her and wearing a long dark blue dress with silver sparkles. The dress was slit way up the side, showing a lot of thick thigh that was making me drool, though she had those fat goth tits covered because the dress went up around her neck, though it left most of her back bare down to her ass.

I eyed the small of her back, making a mental note that my Brand would look good there when I hooked her completely. "Stop staring at my butt." She said blandly without looking at me, and I grinned at her sheepishly.

"How did you know I was staring at your butt?" I asked slyly. "Maybe I was meditating on the meaning of life?"

She snorted. "Unless the meaning of life makes you horny, I doubt it. Besides, how could you NOT stare?" She wriggled around, adjusting her dress. "Stupid butt cleavage. I am NOT comfortable in this dress." She wasn't wrong, the bare back dipped low enough to show off the top of her admittedly sizable ass. I suspected if she'd been built less like a pinup model it wouldn't have been so noticeable, but I wasn't complaining.

"I think it looks good." She shot me a scathing look and I shrugged. "What? I'm the only man you've ever had sex with, is it really so wrong for me to appreciate your body? Besides, slutting it up a bit will keep them from focusing on you. The mask will help, but with that dress you'll basically be furniture, which means you can go where you want without notice. It'll help you scan potential suspects."

She smirked at me. "I felt the possessive rage just then, even if it was subtle. I'll make sure nobody tries to get handsy, since it might blow our cover if you slaughter the whole estate and burn the place down when you're done."

I could tell the comment was teasing, and that she didn't think I'd do it. I wasn't quite so sure, but I also wasn't planning to tell her so. I offered them each an arm. "Well. We ready to go? This is my big debut right? Don't want to be late."

Silver took my arm gleefully, while Raven was a bit more sedate, but I could still see a flush to her cheeks that told me she was enjoying herself. Approaching the entrance to the manor, I noticed a pair of hulking guards in the shadows. They weren't exactly towering giants as much as they were reasonably tall and like twice as wide at the shoulders, but they were still big guys.

They gave us a nod as we walked by, and with my senses I could pick up a bit of feedback from earwigs, someone telling them we were expected. Once I stepped through the door I paused to take in the scene. A maid waited for us, dressed in a frilly french costume. She curtsied warmly. "Welcome Mr. Wrong, my name is Amanda. I've been instructed to lead you to the ceremony."

Amanda was…very pleasant to look at. Bright red natural hair, double D's busting out of her uniform, thick thighs, and an ass so wide I could nearly see it from the front. She had model perfect features, and a single beauty mark over her lip, her big emerald eyes shining with enthusiasm behind hooded lids.

She looked like someone shoved a porn star in a maid uniform, and turning around to lead us to the ceremony, it was hard not to watch those fat cheeks jiggle under the skirt. This was some kind of test, clearly, and I kind of waited to fail it. Preferably bareback and against the wall off to our left. But I used the exercises Raven had taught me, eroding the lust and bringing myself back to a proper headspace.

Raven's hand on my arm squeezed and she gave me a small smile. She'd noticed my struggle. Finally we got to the ballroom and Amanda pushed the door open. We entered the room slowly, keeping an eye out for traps or anything.

There were no traps. There WERE dozens of powerful people in fancy owl masks standing in low light, staring at us. At the front was a tall woman with short white hair, modest breasts, and hips thicker than oatmeal. I'd recognize that lower body anywhere. Geri Powers. Made sense she'd be running the show since it was her house.

I wondered why they took her seriously and not Silver, though I suspected it had to do with LOTS of murder. When we came to a stop, Geri stared at me from behind her mask. "Finbarr Wrong." She intoned. "You have offered tribute to the Court of Owls. You have expressed interest in joining our flock. Is this still your intent?"

I nodded solemnly. "It is." I didn't babble or anything. This had the feel of ritual, and I doubted anyone would have enjoyed my interruption.

"We have watched." She said grimly. "We have judged. We have found you worthy. Your blood carries the power of history. Your coffers overflow. You are elite, and as such, you are possessed of the virtues the Court values above all."

She turned to the rest of the room, and it was hard not to stare at that GILF booty packed into the dress. She must work hard on that ass. I forced myself not to gape during the serious moment. Raising her voice, she called to the rest of the audience. "Our new brother is welcome. Share with him our truth."

"Wings in the dark!" They called in unison. "Death to the vermin! Wisdom for the city!" The words echoed through the entire ballroom, seeming to assault me from every side. It was a pretty good effect.

Geri nodded solemnly. Then reached up to pluck her mask off. "Well, that's that then." She looked off to the left. "Silvio can you get the lights please? I spent millions decorating this ballroom, I'd prefer to see it properly." The dim light went out, and I heard a sigh. "The other switch dear."

The lights came back on and Geri groaned with relief. "Thank the gods. These heels are perilously high even IN proper lighting. I was worried I'd break my damn neck." That explained how prominent her ass was, she was highlighting her best feature. I appreciated the effort even if it probably wasn't for me.

Walking up to me, the surprisingly hot older woman gave me a smile. "Finbarr! Welcome. I trust you didn't mind the theatrics? We'll be getting you your mask soon enough, and we might have a few more of these soon enough. Did you enjoy your gift?"

I cocked my head. "Gift? I didn't get anything I don't think?" I couldn't remember anyone handing me anything.

Geri giggled, a surprisingly youthful sound from such a mature woman. "The maid, dear. We considered what you might like, but given your fondness for Silver we suspected a woman might work best. Amanda here is irish-catholic." She shot me a wink. "Doesn't believe in birth control. Though she has a nice thick rump on her if you're trying to avoid children. Completely virginal mind, we found her in a convent."

She raised an eyebrow at the bombshell redhead, who flushed. "I'll be in your care, sir. Please put me to good use." Her eyes were focused on the ground as she spoke, and to my surprise I felt the brand forming on her ass.

I almost groaned in annoyance. I didn't NEED another maid. The one I had was already basically on permanent loan to Barbie. I looked over the redhead with a clinical eye. She was hot as fuck, and apparently a virgin. How the fuck did they get her to do THIS after being a nun. How did they even FIND a nun who looked like this.

Giving Geri a practiced smile, I reached out to take her hand and kiss it. "She's lovely. Though perhaps not as lovely as the woman who gifted her to me."

Another giggle. "Oh stop. All you young men like to flirt with the lonely old woman, but since my husband passed I don't feel as much need for such pursuits." She bit her lip. "It IS nice to feel desired though. Perhaps I can host a private evening for you and you can expound on that loveliness you seem so intrigued by."

I…was weirdly tempted. I'd never really had GILF pussy before. I wondered how fucking her would feel. Nope. Exercises. I'd pound some fat grandma booty after this was over, or if it helped with the mission. For now I just needed to focus.

"So do you have these often?" I asked after I'd eye fucked her a bit to let her know I was interested.

"More recently." She admitted. "You know how things have been. Expansion has been necessary. Before that it was mostly a formal occasion to mark a man or woman becoming an adult and joining our ranks. We'd let in the occasional old money businessman who married into the Court, but we tended to be pretty insular. At least until…all this."

She looked over at Silver, as if just noticing her. "Silver, darling. How have you been? I've missed having you around the house." She looked at me with a coy smile. "Your young lady was something of a protege of mine as a girl. I helped her learn the ins and outs of Court life. She was a wonderful pupil."

Silver actually blushed. "I'm glad I could meet your expectations Geri. I enjoyed my time learning from you."

Geri laughed, a silvery sound, and reached up to pat Silver's face. "Such a sweet little thing. You learned well under me." Her eyes flicked to Raven. "And your other companion is just as lovely. Perhaps I might…educate her as well." She licked her lips, which to be fair was a reasonable reaction to Raven.

Seeming to catch herself she giggled again. "Apologies, I was distracted. The trappings of power you know. Back when my Arthur was alive I had the cutest flock of little pigeons always fluttering about to brighten my day. Not much time for it since I took over the business sadly." She looked at me hungrily. "Though my options have been…expanded, in other ways." She gestured out among the crowd where everyone was mingling. "Well, don't let an old woman take up all your time. Go, mingle, enjoy yourselves. We can talk later." Then she turned and bustled away. Fuck it was nice to watch her go.

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