March 29th 2016 Gemworld 4:00 PM EDT
I got most of my clothes off before my fuck fest with Mordiel got too messy. I ended up having to bathe again after. As she left, she gave me a possessive kiss and nipped at my ear roughly. I'd played with her desires with Eros and Psyche, but mostly just to make her orgasm harder than normal. One shot hadn't been enough despite my assurances the job was done (I hadn't tried that hard to convince her) and I spent the next hour or so making that hungry milf bitch walk bowlegged, C-rank or not. I was lucky my bloodline had given me stamina, because that had been a marathon, not a sprint.
Here I was though, washed, cleaned, and semi exhausted from the most brutal hardcore fuck of my life. Now all I had to do was survive my fucking wedding. No one knew what had happened, obviously, and I wasn't really nervous or ashamed. But it was still kind of a big deal, and I could acknowledge that. I was standing in the receiving room at the entrance to the massive hall we had requisitioned for the wedding ceremony, and all this waiting was making even me a little fidgety.
I had to admit Graciel had gone all out for the wedding ceremony. The banquet hall was easily two hundred feet straight up, and carved from solid Amethyst. The gemstone used was a dark purple, almost closer to a violet, but strewn throughout the walls and vaulted ceilings were brightly shining pinpoints of light that must have been magically enhanced Amethysts of a lighter color, giving the whole place the appearance of a purple galaxy.
The lights strobed softly, causing a constant shifting glow of purple auroras to roll over the hall as the shine was warped by the surrounding gemstone. Despite all being in shades of purple, it ran the gamut from lavender to nearly blue, and the spectrum allowed the whole location to look almost like it had a full range of color, only in a slightly shifting spectrum of purple. The chairs were all silver with purple velvet cushions, and they were set along a violet crushed velvet carpet that was lined with white candles in silver sconces with purple flames licking from the wicks.
I would have expected it to be overwhelming to look at, but they knew their shit, adding the exact number of accents or offsets in the form of the silver and the occasional bit of black or blue, to offset the purple before it became cloying. All the magic and the nearly mindblowing beauty and splendor probably didn't hurt. Finally, I heard a sharp throat clearing from one of the ushers and was gestured into the hall itself. I followed him down the aisle, ignoring the people in the seats, until I finally reached the dais at the end.
On the dais was a trio of chairs. In the largest was Graciel, the ruler commanding the highest respect. The one on the left was empty, since that was Amy's, and on the right was Mordiel. As I locked eyes with the Duchess, she laid a hand over her stomach and gave me a pout that I chose to ignore, despite having to control the erection that threatened to pop up at the worst possible time. I focused on Graciel, who was looking down at me with a conflicted expression.
"Nicholas Lord." She said, her voice booming through the hall despite the softness of her tone. "I welcome you today to the heart of our power. You have been invited into our palace so that we might bear witness to your wedding to our dearest daughter." She sighed, her eyes losing focus a bit as her royal mask slipped. "She was gone from our side for so long, I am loathe to lose her again. But she has chosen you, and you seem to make her happy. Will you take care of our greatest treasure, little dragon?"
Oddly enough, I...almost felt for her. Not the sentiment exactly, but the worry of a possessor who wishes to protect his treasure. The fear of a dragon losing part of his hoard. I softened my gaze just a bit, and said with the most sincerity I could manage. "I am many things, your highness. I am greedy, and selfish, but so are most dragons. What I am not, is careless. I protect what's mine. You can be assured entrusting Amaya to me. No one takes what belongs to Nicholas Lord."
It wasn't sentimental or emotional, despite how it might have sounded to some, but it WAS meant to comfort. The truth can hurt people badly if used in the right way, but it can also be a shield. Knowing how to find other people's weak spots means knowing where they are, and how to cover them. Graciel seemed to know I meant it too, because she closed her eyes with an exhalation of breath and nodded solemnly. For a second I almost felt bad that I'd just knocked up her sister so she could depose her, but then I remembered all the bullshit she'd pulled and thought better of it. If she didn't want to get burned she should have stayed out of the kitchen.
Besides, Mordiel wouldn't kill her. My most recent baby mama wanted to be in charge so bad it hurt, but she wouldn't enjoy it without having her sister there to rub it in her face. She might semi-hate Graciel, but she loved her to, and it wasn't lost on the Duchess that Graciel could have killed her years ago to remove an obstacle. They fought plenty but they were still sisters. Amy's mom wasn't going to be in danger of anything besides a whole lot of homoerotic hazing from a sister she probably could have just hatefucked into submission years ago if she'd bothered to try. Royals, right?
With that declaration, a hush ran through the crowd as the doors at the far end of the hall opened slowly with a creak. As they did, music began to play on an organ. Despite the similar ritual, I didn't recognize the tune at all. It was kind of slow and mournful, and I had to admit it was way more bearable than 'here comes the bride' (I knew the song was actually the Bridal Chorus from Lohengrin by Wagner but no one bothered calling it that). Through the open doors walked Amy, followed by a procession of bridesmaids carrying the absurdly long train of her dress.
I saw Barbie, Cherry, Zee, even Strega, all in there. Even Sally was up there with them. It made me smile a bit that Amy was trying so hard to include all the girls, even if she didn't know exactly how 'included' in our life together some of them were going to be. Emerald, as the maid of honor, was right behind her, and I swear I saw Barbie pinch her once to force her to focus so the drooling stalker didn't trip over her feet and send the whole procession stumbling over each other down the aisle.
As she drew closer, the shining purple aurora glimmered off Amy and my breath caught. She looked...perfect. The curves, the lines, the shine of Amethyst gemstones in gold settings plating off her smooth, delicate skin. She looked like the most flawless statue I'd ever seen, and I wanted to lock her in a fucking glass box on my desk so I could just stare at her like this every fucking day. This was MINE. She was flawless, and she belonged to me. I felt a possessive hunger roar to life in me, to have her right now, and I had to clamp down on it to stop myself from tearing the dress off and fucking her in the aisle.
She walked toward me, and my eyesight narrowed to only her. I'd always thought that old wedding cliche where the bride is the only thing the groom could see was stupid and played out, but if this was what they were feeling I got it. She was the loveliest thing I'd ever owned, and she was being gifted to me in front of so many witnesses who would know that she would be mine forever. That she was MY treasure.
Of course, I was pretty sure that wasn't exactly what most grooms were thinking consciously, but that shit was mixed in there somewhere, even if they were in denial about it. Still, despite the possessiveness and hunger, I also felt something...odd. Nothing as soft as love or affection, but something more akin to it than I was used to. Pride. She was glorious, and I was proud that everyone would know she was mine.
Her eyes were locked onto mine like a tractor beam, completely frozen as she walked, and I saw in their depths all the emotions that I knew she expected me to be feeling. Love, affection, longing. I did my best to reflect that back at her, to give her the adoration she wanted on her wedding day, because I did care about her, at least a bit, and I could admit to myself even in the privacy of my own head for this one moment that as long as it wasn't a pain in my ass I was willing to put myself out a BIT to make my girls happy. Even if the thought made me want to cringe at how soft I was getting.
When she reached me, I took her hands and helped her up onto the dais, which was less symbolic than one would think because that fucking dress was basically a wearable safety hazard. She gazed up at me enraptured as I pulled her against me, and the light blush on her cheeks made me want to rip the delicately bejeweled corset of her dress right off her. Despite how absurd and exaggerated the train was, the top half was snug and appealing, lifting and pushing out her sweet little tits and exposing her shoulders and upper arms down to where her purple velvet gloves met her elbows.
She was wearing a tiara that veil hung from, platinum set with amethysts, and her smile was so wide it almost outshone them. She was about to speak when Graciel cut her off. "Now that we have gathered." Said the Princess to get us back on track. "I shall read from the royal scriptures, and the two of you will take your oaths to each other and Amaya, you will forsake your oaths to house Amethyst and take your new oaths to house Lord. Are the two of you prepared for this?"
I nodded, and then proceeded to mostly tune out literally everything said for the next half hour. There were a LOT of oaths to take, but I wasn't worried. The Brand would supersede them, and they were mostly about protecting and caring for her, which I was going to do anyway. Suspiciously nothing about fidelity, which made me think that plenty of the Amethyst kings and queens had large groups of women at their beck and call like me. I was a bit surprised about the whole 'forsake your oaths to Amethyst' thing, but it was symbolic anyway. It wasn't like she would stop caring.
Finally we got to my part, I made the promises I was asked to make, and was open to keeping like sixty percent of them. She made me make a bunch of oath, and finally it was time for the part that would make my day. "With these vows made before the nation of your birth, do you agree that the two of you will be bound in marriage for eternity, to belong to one another even after death?"
Amy's eyes were shining with joy and affection as she choked out the two words that would make her mine. As I said "I do." I felt the brand forming on her inner thigh. She seemed to notice something, but before she could question it I leaned down and yanked her against me in a searing kiss to distract her. The bridesmaids disconnected the train (neat feature) and I swept her up into a princess carry, sending a message to Emerald to meet us up in the bridal suite. The mushy emotional shit was over, now for the fun part. Princess three way. Man, I was going to miss Gemworld when we went home. The coolest stuff happened to me here.
March 29th 2016 Gemworld 5:00 PM EDT
Most weddings back on earth would have required a reception directly after, at least I was pretty sure. Gemworld was much more reasonable though. The reception was the next day so they would have a full day of partying, giving everyone time to get their gifts prepared and present them. Unfortunately the gifts were all from Graciel since it was her daughter getting married out, which was annoying, but at sixteen million points I wasn't exactly broke so I decided to focus on the positives of my situation.
Positives like the extremely cuddly and ravenously affectionate blonde curled against me. I got a couple handfulls of soft generous ass on the way up to our chambers, but mostly held myself back. This next part was going to be important. I needed to set the tone for our marriage. Amy hadn't stipulated we were exclusive, and I wasn't going to give her the chance to get her head around that idea any further than she probably already had, so sweet little Emerald was going to get a four course buffet of princess pussy tonight, and I was going to make sure my sweet little bride loved it.
If Amy wasn't bi she was about to get her brain smashed into a shape where she was, as well a demonstration of what it was like to share her man with another girl. We stumbled into the room, me ignoring her as she kissed her way up my neck, and I kicked the door shut. I set her gently on the bed, and gave her a soft kiss, pulling back as she tried for more. "Not yet baby, I have a surprise for you. I was thinking about the promise I made you, and how you wanted to make sure Emerald was still an important part of our lives, so I had a talk with her." I raised my voice a bit. "Emerald, can you come out here sweetie?"
The dainty, adorable princess stepped shyly into the room from behind some curtains, and I stepped behind Amy and put my hands on her shoulders, ready to tease a bit with Eros and Psyche if needed so I could get her on bored. Amy just looked confused. "Emmy? This is our wedding night, what are you doing up here?" She looked up at me. "Nicky this is...very thoughtful I suppose, but I don't think this is really the time or place for her to be here." She averted her gaze and blushed a bit.
I massaged her shoulders. "Just hear me out love. I was talking to Emerald, and I realized that she was so afraid I would take her you away from her because..." I lowered my voice to a gentler tone. "Honey, Emerald has feelings for you." Her eyes wen't wide, but I just rolled right over her. "And that's fine! I would never want to get between you and your best friend in any sense. I made you a promise, and I intend to keep it. Emerald sees you as something more than a friend, and I promised she could be part of our lives, so I think we should set that precedent now. I wanted her to be here for this."
Her face was blazing, but I'd been monitoring her desires and walked the exact line between pushing and pulling needed to keep her off balance. I started kissing my way up her neck to her ear as I reached down to slide up her dress. "I want tonight to be so special for you Amaya, I want you to have everything you want. If you want your best friend and husband both to be in your life I'll make sure you get it. Anything for my perfect princess." She shuddered, and I felt inside that she wanted to tell me I was misunderstanding, but part of her didn't want this to stop. I poured fuel on the fire with my power as I slide hands down her toned thighs.
She'd shaved for me. Not bare, but a nice little patch like I liked. I had no clue how she'd known I preferred that, or if it had been a guess, but it hardly matters. She moaned as my hands found her cunt and spread her open, showing the inside of her pussy to the room. Her hips started to wiggle as her cheeks flushed, mortified at how exposed she felt. I shushed her before looking up at Emerald. "Emerald, sweetie. I think Amy needs to see how you feel about her. Why don't you and she have your first kiss." Emerald shuddered, eyes almost glowing, but as she leaned forward I shook my head. "No darling. No mouth kisses on our wedding night."
Emerald flushed dark red and flicked her gaze down to Amy's gushing pussy before slowly sliding down and sliding her head between my wife's thighs. Amy whimpered, her hips humping up toward her best friend's face. I cooed in her ear. "That's a good girl. Isn't our Emerald a good girl baby?" I nipped at her neck, but she just whimpered and gave tiny breathy moans. "Amy, you're being rude, your best friend is giving you such a generous wedding gift. Aren't you going to say thank you?"
She shuddered. "Nicky, I don't understand. Why is she doing this? It feels so good. Is this really ok? Oh gods Emmy you're so good at this. You're such a good friend sweetie, this is the best thing we've ever done together. I love your kisses. Kiss me harder? Please?" I reached up to grope one of her tits, leaning down to kiss her mouth soundly, and at the same time using my other hand to shove Emerald's mouth tighter against her pretty twat, swallowing the squeak of excitement from my bride.
I pulled back to whisper in her ear. "She's been kissing you for a while love. I think maybe you should give her a kiss of her own. No lips on the wedding night though. Do you want to give Emerald a gift like the one she's giving you?" I knew she did, a bit, and I used my power to inflame the desire, as well as another one that was growing. "While she's doing that, I think it's time for me to finally make you my wife in truth. Are you ready to feel me inside you princess?"
I made sure to ask the questions back to back, and took her excited consent to be a yes to both, I reached down and yanked our bun haired bedroom bitch off my wife, enjoying her cute mewl of disapproval, and threw Amy back onto the bed. "Emerald. Take Amaya's dress of her and then sit on her face." The Emerald princess squeaked with anticipation as she scrambled over to bare her friend's body for both of us.
Amy looked...amazing, naked. Toned but soft, tits the exact right side with perfect nipples capping the perky orbs, streamlined thighs and a flat stomach with just a hint of abs. Her rabid blush was quickly covered by cute little princess as as Emerald parked her cunt on her childhood friend's pretty face and went to town. Amy had been confused and sort of reticent about the pussy licking, but Emerald was riding my wife like a bucking bronco. Emerald knew how to get her pussy ate, and what Amy couldn't keep up with she took.
Her hips were grinding and wriggling all over the other girl, using her face like some pervy teen humping a pillow. Amy was moaning and gasping, hands clawing at Emerald's tight little ass, but she never even considered stopping. She was drowning in both pussy juice and ecstasy. I might have been helping a bit with the latter as I was stringing her along a long orgasm that was peaking in sensation every time I pushed her to enjoy the taste of her little friend's twat.
This had been a calculated gesture on my part. I figured the more distracted she was with a face full of obsessed stalker best friend, the less I'd have to be all mushy and loving the first time we fucked. I climbed between her legs, as I finished stripping down, making sure to reach up and hold both her hands, lacing our fingers both to reassure her and to leave her helplessly squirming under a torrent of soaked yandere pussy.
She squeezed my hands but didn't seem inclined to stop what was happening to her in either case, so I pressed my rock hard cock against the entrance to her cunt and started to push. She went ramrod stiff, forcing Emerald to speed up her ride to get the action she needed, giving me a great view of that sweet little booty. I promised myself to stuff Emerald's asshole at some point tonight. I missed it while I was gone. The wedding must be making me sentimental.
The though was drowned out by...well...being drowned. In fucking GUSHING pussy. Because Amy was basically a fucking waterfall as I shoved inside her. She was a virgin, of course, but she was also D ranked, so that was less of a problem than it might be. She didn't have a cherry, which was fairly common in girls with active physical lives but she was still virgin tight. She was...intense. Mordiel had been so tight it hurt, but that was a practiced tightness. She worked her cunt until it could grip me like a vice.
Amy's pussy had just as much pressure, but it was more welcoming. Instead of clamping down it seemed to be squeezing IN as if pulling me deeper. I kept stuffing her, shoving more of me into her cunt until I hit bottom, but even once I did I felt like she was trying to pull me in more. I pulled a hand free and reached down to strum her clit, making sure to pulse ecstasy through her with every rub, and then I slid slowly out and then slammed back in. Her body went stiff again, but I ignored it, and started to fuck.
I slammed in and out of her, not worried about her being sore since she was higher ranked than me and I wasn't trying to hurt her or anything, and as I did, I speared orgasm after orgasm into her. I varied them up. Each thrust was a crashing, earthshaking orgasm, and as I pulled out I strummed her clit and set off a firecracker of smaller rapid orgasms. Feeling her exploding around me over and over was fucking fantastic she felt amazing. I couldn't wait to feel this greedy little cunt once she got to her aunt's rank.
Emerald was moaning and bucking like a stroke victim as Amy fucking SCREAMED in ecstasy into her dripping pussy, ravaging her royal friend with her mouth out of sheer desperation to DO something. Her hand had slipped up to the other girl's ass when I let it go and she had her nails dug into one of those cute little cheeks as I pounded her into the mattress like a drop hammer.
We fucked like that for twenty or thirty minutes before I finally couldn't hold back anymore. My balls clenched up and I moaned in enjoyment as I creampied my cute little wife for the first, and certainly not the last time of the night. I pulled out of her and slumped down next to her in bed. I went to cuddle up to her put she was still have her skull used as a sybian. I slapped Emerald's ass sharply and she fell off with a squeak. I pulled Amy against me and looked down at our bedmate. "Alright Emerald. Clean her up and I'll let you come cuddle with us after." Amy was too blissed out to react, but I'd never seen Emerald move so fast in my life. I pulled my princess against me as her friend ravenously licked my cum from her pussy. Weddings were way more fun than I expected.
March 29th 2016 Gemworld 10:00 PM EDT
I ruined both my poor little princesses. Amy was basically passed out, and even energetic Emerald was absolutely wrecked. I slipped away from them after they both conked out, making sure that they were cuddled up together. I also left a note. This was a tone setter for my marriage and it would have been ruined if Amy woke up feeling abandoned. I slipped out of the suite and headed down a few floors to one of the bridesmaids chambers to find Barbie. I'd promised her a surprise after the ceremony.
I popped the door open easily enough, and closed it behind me softly. Barbie must have been exhausted from setting up the wedding because my poor little redhead was cuddled up in bed fast asleep. Her gorgeous features were smoothed from their usual resting bitch face, though she had a cute little pout that made me consider waking her with a face fucking. In the end though I'd just been railing a pair of D-ranked girls and I'd told her this wouldn't be sexual anyway. I had bigger plans.
I sat down on the bed, knowing that me waking her up gently would put her in a good mood and make this next part all the more special. She was mine and would be even moreso when I upgraded her, but I also wasn't above a bit of pandering, especially since we were heading home to Gotham soon. Had to get my little redhead even more spun up over me before we were back with all those goody goody Leaguers who might whisper in her ear. I put a hand on her shoulder and shook her gently.
"Barbie." I whispered. "Time to wake up baby girl." I leaned down to press a soft kiss to her pouty lips, and she moaned into them a bit. I pulled back as her blue eyes fluttered open and reached down to brush her hair out of her face. "Hey beautiful. I promised you a present after the wedding. Amy is asleep so I figured this counted, and I wanted to make sure I rewarded my good girl for all her help."
Her sapphire gaze was burning into me adoringly as she stared up at me from the bed. She looked so sweet and helpless. I had to fight down my erection. "Daddy?" She said shakily. Her voice sounding vulnerable. "What are you doing here?" She paused as her brain caught up to my words. "Wait, no, I...give me a second." She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes a bit. "You came to give me my reward? I'll be honest, I can't think of what it might be at this point. Aside from something sexual, which you said it isn't, what would you need to give me alone at night?"
I smiled at her genially. "Something even better than sex baby girl. Power. I'm here to upgrade your abilities like I have some of the other girls. In fact, you're going to be the first of my girls to be upgraded as far as I am. I'm going to boost you up to E rank in one shot." I slipped out a ring and held it up to the light. "Of course, before that, I'm going to be making you a trinket that'll help hide your magical signature and cloak the changes from perception. Aside from all the nobles here, I doubt you want to go back to Gotham looking radically changed."
She gave me a wide smile. "That sounds...daddy, I can't even tell you how amazing that is. I've never had powers before, and while being trained was nice and all I..." She looked away in shame. "I was always jealous of people like Donna and Kara." It was amusing thinking of Barbie being jealous of Donna when I was pretty sure the Amazon wanted nothing more than a seven course serving of batpussy. I'd get around to that later though. As strong as I was I could probably pin and fuck her in a straight wrestling match. Something to think about when we returned. For now, it was time to get my redhead ready to take on the world. To start out the process I was going to have to get the ring ready. I appraised my base item.
[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Common glamour charm- G rank. A garden variety glamour used by Amethyst teens to hide appearance changes. Commonly employed by girls who dislike their haircuts, teens who have recently gotten a tattoo, or women who have mysteriously gotten pregnant when their husbands are out of town. Visual stimuli only, can be easily pierced with directed effort.]
It was barebones, but that was fine. I picked it because it was a solid base to work from. I just needed to properly upgrade the thing. I reached into my bag, pulling out a pair of powerful items. A stone that concealed aura and a potion of temporary transformation. One G ranked and one F ranked. I merged the potion and then the stone into the ring, upgrading it to F and then to E, the same level I was planning to take Barbie herself to, and appraised it again.
[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. The Rose of Pendragon-E rank. A moment of frozen history trapped in an amber rose, deception overwriting reality itself. A powerful concealment charm meant to hide the wearer from detection, this ring creates an incredibly complex seeming over the target that prevents the revelation of changes, both magical and mundane.]
The ring had originally been a gold rose on a band, but had changed with the additions. An amber flower unfurling from the circle of metal, the gem was so delicately carved it looked like a real flower growing out of the ring. I passed it to Barbie, who blushed at the symbolism and slipped it on her finger. There was a wave of magic that rolled over her and then back into the ring like ripples hitting the edge of a pond and rebounding and I nodded confidently. That would be plenty of protection for me to start working.
First I took out the chalice. "Alright Barbie. The best bet we have for a firm foundation is this. It'll give you some of my bloodline. Bit of dragon blood will get anyone right. If you take this you'll be a G ranker. It'll also give you a bloodline for me to start from as I upgrade you. The bloodline system seems to be the most comprehensive method of upgrading a person I've found. You could go the animal hybrid route like Whisper or the ghost route like Cherry, but they tend to be more specialized. Physical, spiritual, magical like Zee. Bloodlines check all the boxes, even if not quite as well."
Barbie knew how the chalice worked of course, she'd seen me use it dozens of times. She didn't seem upset at the idea. "Sure." She said with a shrug. "I'm not worried about the loyalty thing. You have me Branded anyway, and I'm already loyal. Besides, I've been wondering what your blood tastes like. Zee seems to enjoy it a ton." That was more a matter of magical energy than taste, but no reason to backpedal when I'd already made the sale.
I cut myself and passed her the chalice, letting her take a sip of it after I gave it a few minutes to infuse the cup. She took it all in one pull, and I caught the chalice as she fell back onto the bed with a shudder. The tell tale green power running through her veins was easily visible under her pale skin and her body went taught as the magical energy started infusing into her. She was shaking and sweating and I grimaced at the necessity. I could combine her with plenty of things, but she wouldn't end up with a Gemworld style bloodline normally. The chalice was a Gemworld item, and imbued
Gemworld power. My bloodline became a Gemworld bloodline when imbued through the cup, or close enough to one.
When she stopped shaking I leaned over and pried open her eyelids. Her eyes were still blue, which I liked. She groaned and batted my hand away. I helped her up with a grin. "Alright, good. You've got it. Here, let me give you a once over before we proceed." I used my appraisal skill. I was curious to see what it would say, if I'd ever appraised Barbie it hadn't been recent.
[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Barbara Gordon- G ranked dragonblooded human. Daughter of the police commissioner of Gotham City and apprentice to Batman, Barbara has long been dissatisfied with her lot. After being imbued with the power of dragon blood, Barbara has acquired a bloodline, which combined with her already prodigious mind and combat ability make her a force to be reckoned with.]
That was...all really good information to have. It was nice to know I'd succeeded in wrapping her around my finger, better than even she was willing to admit apparently. It made the trip home much less worrying. I reached into my pouch and pulled out the Cosmic Sapphire, holding up for her to see. "Now, since you have a bloodline that gives THIS a place to start." She stared into the absolutely breathtaking stone with wide and fascinated eyes. "Once we merge this in I'll be using some bloodline upgrade tools to get you up to E rank. I don't want to dilute your new powers by spreading you too thin. Work for you?"
She nodded, still entranced, and I held up the stone in front of me, triggering the merge between them. They turned into blinding light, blocking out my ability to see for a second before she finished the merge. I pulled out the necessary medicines, one to boost bloodline density and one to boost potency, and combined them one after another, merging her until she reached the E rank just like I already was before I finally appraised her again, eager to see the difference between her then and now.
[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Barbara Gordon- E ranked Sapphire Noble. A new and powerful member of the supposedly extinct Sapphire bloodline, Barbara has bloodline access to the magic of the stars. Current lover and bound servant of Nicholas Lord, with whom she is madly in love Barbara would do anything for her 'daddy' a fact she finds herself worrying over frequently. Able to divine secrets, conjure powerful stellar attacks, and even shape starlight to form material for her own needs, Barbara represents the most powerful aspects of a lost house Gemworld nobility with the stamina and healing ability of one blessed by the blood of the dragon of the vital tempest.]
As the light faded, I took in her new features and I was...blown away. First was the hair. Barbie's hair had been red before, but now it was literally crimson, and it fell like a sheet of spun silk. Her eyes were still blue, but now they were the blue of cosmic sapphire, speckled with little shining pinpoints of starlight within her deep oceanic irises. Her lips were soft and full, her nose longer and more patrician, and her cheekbones were higher. She looked like the CGI sex goddess version of my Barbie, and I was so stunned I needed a second to realize that I shouldn't be able to see her. I calmed down when I realized the ring didn't affect me because I'd made it that way.
I grinned down at her as she looked over her smooth, porcelain skin and still toned but slightly taller body. She looked almost as floored as I was. I checked my GP after all this. Fifteen million, seven hundred and seventy eight thousand after bringing both Barbie and the ring to E rank. Plenty left for the others. I leaned down to sweep her up into a deep kiss as I felt her mold herself against my side. Apparently we were on to the thanks portion of the evening. Well, Amy would be asleep for a few more hours, and I had said it might LEAD to sex. The things I did for my girls.
April 3rd 2016 Gemworld 10:00 AM EDT
It took days to get Amy back to Lord Town, get everything set up, talk her into 'visiting' and prepare for my departure. All of this was of course undercut by preparing to upgrade all my Gotham crew up to E rank like Barbie and I, and making sure that Doctor Fate was prepared for his part of the plan on the other side. Passing over the Amethyst necklace to Amy had been easy, I just claimed it was a wedding gift and she'd been overjoyed to see it. I wasn't sure how it got back to Earth when she had most likely used it to get back here a few years ago, but I also didn't really care, so it worked out.
Which was how I came to be standing outside Lord Town at ten in the morning with Barbie, Strega, Zee, Amy, Emerald (who had categorically refused to leave Amy's presence since we had fucked her, I think we might have broken the poor thing, she just stared at us with a dreamy smile most of the time) Sally, Waylon, Sindara, and Hildie. I'd decided to leave Gioto in charge, with several very specific compulsions in place to keep him in line, since even if he took over someone in town would just kill him anyway. He wasn't strong enough to hold this place without my protection.
I looked over my people and decided that I should upgrade Sindara first. She was the newest, sure, but she'd given up everything to come with me. Rewarding that kind of service set a good precedent, and it was only like a ten job to get her up a few ranks with my current point value. I started sifting through the Maw of the Many Headed Hydra at my waist for materials as I did a quick appraisal to refresh my understanding of pretty Sindy with the magic vibrating cunt.
[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Sindara Bonespur- G ranked necromancer. Daughter of Alaric Bonespur, leader of the Bone Barons, Sindara is her father's perfect princess. Treated like a beloved little sister by the whole gang (the ones still alive anyway) Sindara has her father's ear on most subjects, and is a willful and excitable girl. Her true loyalty lies with her master Nicholas Lord, whose bloodline runs in her veins.]
Exactly as I'd remembered. I'd looked her over with appraisal after I bound her with the chalice and while she hadn't gone up to F rank, she'd definitely gotten stronger. Her aspects to work with were life and death, which I found pretty interesting. My vital tempest bloodline was going to make anyone who carried it more in tune with life energy, and I wanted to see what that would do. So I merged in a G ranked chunk of Onyx imbued with death magic that the bandits had been hanging onto, and an F ranked Emerald my sweet little stalker princess had given me as a wedding gift. Once the light faded I checked out my new E ranked noble with another appraisal.
[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Sindara Bonespur- E ranked Living Lich. A soul inside of a living body, immortal and unceasing while still drawing breath. Sindara is a mistress of living necromancy, possessing the ability to raise not only corpses, but dead plants, or anything else that once lived into a state of reanimation so lifelike that only mystical prodigies will be able to tell them from the living.]
My pretty little striped slut had washed out to a chalk white pallor, her eyes glowing an unearthly blue that matched her blue lips. It was kind of sexy. She swayed on her feet, long hair swaying down to her ass and so black it seemed to drink the light. She let out a ragged moan as she wiggled there in front of me. "Oh, master. This feels amazing." She plastered herself against me, kissing me roughly, and the unnatural strength in her new body made it clear our next fuck was going to be even more fun. I pinched her tight little ass with a wink and turned to Sally.
I'd already appraised her, so I didn't bother with the do over just pulling out the item I'd been saving to use on her. I'd considered giving Waylon the Hammer of the Broken Sky, but it and Sally were both F rank. Using it would let me skip some preliminary upgrades, and besides, something about it seemed like it would fit with her build. I pulled it free, even as a dragon noting how heavy the damn thing was. With the usual flash and another hundred thousand points deducted, I was staring at a more powerful Sally.
[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Sally Sarasota- E rank Sky Titan Fledgeling. A former enhanced human upgraded by a supersoldier serum, Sally, also known as bone breaker was merged with the mindless flesh of a distant child of the progenitors of the greek gods. Though she possesses only a trace of the bloodline, Sally has inherited a small portion of the powers of Atlas, titan of strength, granting her massively enhanced physical power and durability. After inheriting the will of the Tiger's Eye Tyrant, Sally has stepped onto a new path, one to becoming a titan of the Sky itself.]
I whistled at the description. Sally had definitely gotten stronger. I could feel a kinship in her, a whisper as the sky spoke to the tempest inside me. She would have some form of air manipulation, though I didn't know what form it would take. Physically she hadn't changed too much. Her bronze skin had remained the same, and her height was still about six feet. Her eyes had shifted from emerald green to a bright, blazing blue like the summer sky. All of the changes had been internal.
Letting out a long breath I turned to Waylon. Two down, two to go. I wasn't upgrading Hildie right now. She wasn't a priority and I was going to have to do this some more when we got home anyway. Zee was D ranked already, which meant after Waylon only Strega was left. I looked up at my bodyguard, and reached into the pack to find a few things. I merged them together a few bloodline density enhancers, a few for upgrading, but I merged them one at a time, burning the points to create the F ranked reagent I needed. I'd considered what to do about Waylon for a while, the terror croc was crazy powerful, but if I wanted to go up the later I should try for something...more.
[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Waylon Jones- E ranked Chosen of Sobek. A prodigious shifter gifted with the form of the most terrifying of crocodiles, Waylon has gleaned the secrets of the crocodile, understanding the mysteries of touching the power that lives inside his archetype. Gifted with a trace of the divine power of the crocodile god, Waylon's terror croc transformation has been fundamentally altered into a divine variant, giving him access to more power in his human shape, and the ability to control it's size.]
That was actually a surprise. I'd tried to upgrade his 'bloodline' which wasn't really a bloodline but I cheated with my merges anyway. He'd apparently achieved a small sliver of divinity, which was fucking awesome, though he was only a chosen for now. Waylon blinked a pair of crocodile eyes at me as his body reformed, seemingly somehow...heavier, though not in a physical sense. He grinned at me as his eyes flicked back to normal, and I nodded before moving on to Strega.
For my blood witch, I knew exactly what to do to her. I slipped out a pair of Carmine stones I'd managed to scrounge up, and without even asking I merged them into her. For a normal bloodline I'd use my own blood as a base, but Strega already had a connection to blood just like the carmine nobles. The stones would be plenty for her, and merging them together produced exactly the interaction I'd been hoping for.
[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Strega- E ranked Carmine Noble. A skilled and ruthless neophyte sorceress who dabbles in curses and necromancy, Strega has long since renounced her birth name, selling it to dark entities to enhance her abilities. Notably older than she appears, Strega is the resident blood magic expert of Pentacle, and a wanted killer with a taste for human sacrifice. Imbued with the blood stones of the Carmine lineage of Gemworld, Strega has connected even more deeply with blood magic, her body strengthening and connecting with blood in a unique fashion.]
Perfect. My blood witch was a blood noble now. The physical changes were pronounced. Strega's hair had changed. Where before it was red, now it looked like a cascade of fresh blood, and her eyes had shifted to the same shade, though only the iris had been altered. She gave me a deep and respectful bow as she stared into my eyes suggestively, and I didn't think it was a coincidence her tits had nearly popped out of that corset dress. Amy was still glaring at Sindara, though she didn't look hurt, just sulky, so apparently some of my tweaks had been effective.
I turned back to the others. I was down to fifteen million four hundred and forty seven thousand greed points, which was plenty. I had everything I needed from this place. I considered upgrading myself right now, but I had the feeling this next jump would be attention grabbing, and this place was crawling with nosy magic users. I'd do the upgrade at home after things settled down which meant it was finally time. After months here, we had accomplished everything I'd needed, and even more. It was time to go back to Gotham.
Looking at Amy, I shot my wife a smile. "Ok baby, it's your turn to do your thing. You know how to use the amulet? And more importantly how to control it? If we pop up where we left we're all going to get fucking murdered. So I need you to be sure."
Amy shook off her pout and beamed up at me happily. "Of course Nicky! I'm so excited to go back to your hometown and meet your family." She stuck her tongue out. "Even if they aren't what I thought they would be." I'd bitten the bullet and told Amy my dad wasn't a dragon. Funnily enough, she'd heard of Maxwell Lord, and me choosing to share with her seemed to make her feel we were getting even closer. She seemed incapable of getting truly angry with me about anything, and I planned to do my best to keep that going as long as I could.
Smiling at her, we all spread out, taking hands and standing in a circle around Amy. Even Emerald was coming along apparently, which was nice. She could distract Amy while I was taking care of business back home. I didn't have time for a honeymoon until I enacted my plan. Amy closed her eyes and called upon her energy, imbuing the necklace with the power she would normally use to shape an Amethyst with her magic.
She poured it in and the stone began to glow a deep, riveting purple. The glow wasn't uniform, the purple was many different shades, rioting and shifting inside the stone until finally, it BURST, exploding energy over us. The light blinded me, and I couldn't see a single thing that was happening for a minute. When it finally faded, it was replaced with sunlight as we came back to reality standing in a large peaceful meadow.
I would have assumed it had failed, except off in the distance I could see the daily planet building towering in the skyline among the rest of Metropolis's skyscrapers. A wide grin split my mouth as I realized it had worked. All the effort, all the preparation, it was all paying off now, and it was time to finally finish this. Doctor Gotham had pissed me off, and all my effort had been for the sole purpose of paying him back. Time to commence the plan. I turned to the others. "Barbie, take the girls back to the Palace. I've got business to attend to." I didn't want anyone with me for this. Danger aside, I wanted them to be mystified as to how I did it. After all, the world would never be the same after this.
April 3rd 2016 Gotham City 12:00 PM EDT
It took a bit of convincing to get everyone to actually leave. They weren't fans of abandoning me to my fate, especially not Zee and Barbie. Zee seemed slightly uncomfortable, and I suspected we were finally going to talk about the elephant in the room, namely the brand on her ass. She'd avoided bringing it up in Gemworld because it was an emergency situation, but she knew it was there, and now that we were back it was going to be a discussion.
How that would go I wasn't sure. She wasn't going to be thrilled, but access to a new form of magical transmutation might be attractive enough to divert her unhappiness. That girl was straight up obsessed with sorcery. For now though Gotham was still in trouble, and Doctor Fate had been called, so she knew we had time constraints. Barbie wanted to find her dad, so I managed to convince them all to go home and wait for me as I took care of my part of the plan.
They didn't know what it involved. In fact, no one did. No one was even aware of exactly what my power could do. This would change things. Immensely. I was about to announce to the world what I was capable of in a way no one else would see coming. Before I could do that though, I had to actually get there, and that...presented a problem. Mostly because this whole fucking city had turned into some kind of weird fairy kingdom, and most of the buildings had been transformed into giant living tree structures and shit.
Not that I was worried about handling anything I met, but if I made too big of a mess Doctor Gotham would probably spot me, and I could NOT handle that asshole before the plan was ready. So I needed to lie low. Or in this case, high. I decided to fly to the riverfront, and I used my storm magic to cloak myself in a shimmering bubble of disrupted air. It wasn't invisibility exactly, it would be obvious to anyone looking, but the skies seemed clear so I doubted I would run across anyone paying that much attention.
I shifted into my hybrid form. Not full bipedal dragonkin, but just my wings, horns and arms converted. This form wasn't as heavy, so it could fly faster, even if it wasn't nearly as sturdy as my full dragonkin shift. I let the Vital Tempest leak out, rolling over me in a crackle of green lightning as I used it to reach out to the air. It was...harder here. Gotham might be crawling with fairy magic, but this place still wasn't as mystically dense as Gemworld. My power found less resonance in the winds of a world not accustomed to the might of dragons.
It was still more than enough, however, to cloak me in wind. The bubble of air shimmered around me. Or rather, the bubble of air held tiny droplets of water that reflected the light. It was a difficult bit of magic to keep up, requiring lots of concentration to control the distribution of the droplets, but it was still doable for me with my supernatural brain. I wouldn't be doing any attacking while I flew though, sadly. I lifted off the ground, pumping my wings a few times as I took off for the river.
It was a MUCH slower flight while micromanaging this magic, more of a glide than anything, but I didn't mind. It gave me time to get a look at the new Gotham, to see exactly what I'd missed while I was gone. The city had changed considerably. Firstly, as mentioned, the whole place had been overgrown with plants and nature. Animals rampaged along the streets, some alone, some ridden by what were apparently types of fae that Doctor Gotham had summoned.
Along with those I could see other, more normal people, though most of them were the kind that wouldn't have been quite so numerous before the big guy enacted his ritual. Mob goons, villain minions, and just general tough guys were rampant in the streets, all decked out like they were heading to a medieval duel. Plate mail, chain mail, scale male, leather armor, and a few materials I didn't even recognize were everywhere, as were a variety of medieval weapons like swords, spears, maces and flails.
This place was almost as fantasy chic as Gemworld. But it was easy to spot signs of modernity too. Not all the warriors were on animals, some were on motorcycles, and among the various weapons I could see guns and grenades strapped to a number of people, human and fae alike. Trench coats were a common sight over armor, the only things that made it obvious who was trying to assert their independence.
I glided over the streets, trying my best to spot anyone I knew. I finally noticed one particular face I recognized and flew down to check it out just to see what the commotion was. There was a loud buzz and a shock of light off to one side of the street, and being partly a dragon of storm I felt like I should find out what that was about. I swooped down and landed on a building above the spot where the noise and what I could now see was electricity had come from.
A pair of male fae were glaring down at a girl. she was wearing a collar, a pair of blue pasties, and thin blue g string being eaten by an ample ass. She was a tiny thing, an obvious teen, maybe my age maybe younger, though it was hard to tell. Her booty was thick for her height, and she had cute little apple titties and a smooth stomach. The most attention grabbing thing about her though, was that she was blue. As in, like blueberry blue. Her skin crackled with electricity and she was snarling at the fae with an expression of hate as they dragged her down the road.
Everyone else was avoiding them, and the fae were wearing gloves, but the chain seemed to be magic, clearly containing the lightning to her body and grounding it from reaching them. They were dragging her along too fast for her legs to keep up, and she kept slipping nad falling to the ground, scraping her knees and palms as she struggled to keep up with her taller captives. Her blue hair was long at the top and hanging down one side of her head, cut short on the opposite side. She was cute, and the lightning was interesting so I appraised her.
[Appraisal function activated. Leslie Willis- G ranked metahuman. An orphan experimented on by The Reach, Leslie, also known as Livewire, escaped from her captors. Upon hearing about the new Gotham, where the strong were lauded as kings, she made her way to the city, only to be captured by lustful fae. Despite her beauty, the fae have been having trouble selling her because of her obvious power, and have taken to dragging the electrokinetic through the streets nearly naked as an advertisement of their goods.]
I whistled at that. Damn. Imagine running away to Gotham to escape alien slavers and getting snatched up by fairy sex traders. That was like...stupid levels of bad luck. For her. I considered trying to just buy her, but I decided it would make a bigger impression if I rescued her and killed her captors. Granted if I was too obvious I would draw attention, but some random fae dying wouldn't be noteworthy. Plus I could use some eye candy that I didn't care about losing for my trip. Plus I didn't have a lightning bitch yet. I was betting we could have some fun.
I dropped off the opposite side of the building, slowing my fall with wind magic on the way down while keeping up my cloaking spell. When I reached the ground I shifted back to human and walked around the other side of the building to stand in an alley the sex traders were about to pass. As they did I let out a low hiss to get their attention. They saw me and I looked around shadily, gesturing them into the alley.
I was tall, but also obviously young and I seemed like I was normal when my mantle. They looked at each other, then noted my fine noble clothes and shrugged, clearly interested. They dragged Leslie down the side alley, ignoring her snarls of rage and threats as the glass and small rocks drew blood from her hands and knees and feet. I winced a bit at that internally but avoided letting myself show an expression. Once they drew close, I considered all sorts of possible methods of dealing with them, negotiation, bribery, but eventually I just said fuck it and killed them.
I blurred forward so fast they couldn't track me, the two of them were G rank like Leslie, and as my claws tore out their throats they didn't even have time to react. Leslie stared at the bodies, then at me. I yanked her up to her feet by the chain and her eyes widened in fear as I reached out to grip the collar, and squeezed it into scrap metal, letting the broken pieces fall to the ground with a clatter. She looked down at herself, then up at me, and blushed a deep blue as she averted her gaze when she noticed her state of dress.
She licked her lips. "Th-thanks. I guess. If you're letting me go." She looked around uneasily. "Are you letting me go? Because with my luck, getting rescued by someone who is just going to fuck and murder me seems like it would be pretty on brand." Her eyes flashed with lightning. "I'm warning you asshole, savior or not, if you try to put your hands on me I'm going to turn you into charcoal."
She was...adorable. Not like Emerald was adorable, but like some angry little kitten. I drank in her cute little body, maybe a bit too thin from not eating right, except around the thighs and ass. Then I turned and walked away. I was relatively close to the river, I could walk there from here. She made an indignant squeak. "Hey! What are you-? Where are you going? I was talking to you!"
Much like I'd expected, she waffled for a minute, looked around, and then followed me. She didn't know anyone here, didn't have any friends or family, and the rest of the city was crawling with predatory assholes. A nearly naked teen girl with blue skin and hair wouldn't make it twenty feet without some protection. Even if she defended herself she would just draw in more notice until someone strong scooped her up and she'd be back where she started.
She trailed after me. I expected her to complain, but she didn't she hurried to catch up and sidled up next to me. Not touching but sort of in my shadow, and then looked at the ground sulkily as she followed along. It was so precious. She was acting like I was her hero or something. I'd considered having her blow me as a thank you or something, but this was just so cute I decided to leave it be. I wanted to see what she did after this next part anyway.
Ignoring my bootylicious blue tagalong, I finally came to the river. I looked across the long bridge to Metropolis. There were dozens of blockades and defensive perimeters keeping the two sides separate. I imagine the magic leaching effect was the biggest defense though. Doctor Gotham was fueled by his kingdom, and he wouldn't want any of that Metropolis poison sucking his power away. I glanced over at Metropolis, checking to confirm something I had already known. D rank. Same as Gotham. Perfect.
I cracked my neck as I looked from one city to the other, checking the clouds for signs of golden light. Doctor Fate would be handling Doctor Gotham, I wasn't anywhere near strong enough, but he couldn't do it until I severed the bad Doctor's link with his kingdom. I saw a faint flash of gold off in the distance, and Ankh. That was all I needed to see. I turned so my body was situated with one city on each side, and I executed the plan that I'd been cooking up for months. I triggered my power, and I paid ten million GP to merge Gotham city with Metropolis. Then the sky filled with light, and the world went INSANE.
BOOM! This is it folks! This is what I've been building to for like fifty chapters. The stage is set, the power levels are where I want them, and now its time to really mix things up. No League(at least not the strong ones who actually care), no rules, no limits. As usual pat-reon has the advance chapters at that site/malcolmtent . Hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think! Also this was published Saturday december 17th for any of you in other timezones. Saturdays I publish early as you may know.