April 15th 2016 New Jersey, Rosewood, 9:00 PM EDT

I admit to being a bit distracted by Jenny's thick green booty as we walked out the doors of the drawing room, but I was ninety percent sure I wasn't distracted enough to miss us leaving the house and walking out onto the grounds to wander into the rose maze. Not to mention the roses in this maze were made of black stone, glowing with a freakish purple light, and the actual hedges were black and stretched high into the sky.

We all stopped, even Alan. "Um." I said blithely. "This wasn't here before right? Because I could have sworn this place used to be a hallway."

Scott scowled. "No." Said the old man. "Eclipso has done...something. Warped reality within these walls. Probably something to do with the wards around the house. He locked us all in, now he's altering the world inside the mansion to make it impossible for us to reach the wards and break them."

Huh. "That sounds ridiculously complicated. How the hell does he have the power for that?" I was pretty sure I didn't have the power for that, and I was a fucking dragon.

"The stone." Sneered Scott. "He may not be fully manifested, but the entirety of his strength is locked up in that cursed rock. I'd guess he's using it as a wardstone to power...this. This is...good and bad. Good because power has limits, and even for an area as small as this mansion, a working on this scale would take an extreme amount of energy. Bad because he almost definitely put the stone in the center of this ridiculous maze."

An eerie cackle echoed from around us, it sounded almost like Hobbes, but there was a high pitched, almost manic tinge to the sound that made even me a little wary. That was crazy-bitchery of the highest level right there. "Alan Scott. The Sentinel. The first Green Lantern. I suppose you're every bit as competent as that brat always said, not that it's going to help you here."

The voice rolled off every surface, bouncing all over the place in a way it really shouldn't have in the middle of a bunch of bushes. Probably some bullshit magic. I rolled my eyes, deciding to ignore his antics. Since I was now a regular human, and I'd learned a lot about emotions, I was aware of how I should be reacting to this. In reality, I wasn't super attached to Hobbes, the old man was a decent cook and had seemed nice enough, but he was mostly a background character to me.

Sadly, a normal person would probably be all betrayed and shit if a beloved family friend turned on them, so I decided to play my part. Lowering my voice to seem downtrodden and a little broken, I asked. "Why?" The sound cut through the quiet darkness, and everyone looked at me as I stared up into the night sky overhead. "Why would you do this Hobbes? Why would you turn on us? You've been with us for years. You're practically family. How could you do this at my dad's funeral? You practically raised him?"

Granted, I wanted the answers to those questions, but I wasn't as broken up as I should be. A little goes a long way with sadness though, Ingrid taught me that in our session. Mind breaking wails and sobbing was often less effective than quiet heartbreak, so I let out just a little quaver of uncertainty and pain. My voice didn't crack, but it shuddered a bit, and I saw everyone giving me sympathetic looks. I deserved a fucking oscar.

I was briefly distracted by the mental image of Jenny dropping that fat green ass on my face in sympathy, and the question of how that pretty green skin would feel on my face as I motorboated those soft jiggly cheeks. I was snapped out of my reverie by the response from Hobbes though.

"Family?" Despite the high pitch, the voice was warped by hate and mocking. "I was never family. Not to any of you. Not to that frigid old bitch Maxine, not to the brat, not even to that pathetic old fool Albert. He never even realized I was poisoning him. I was in his will you know? Or at least I had been. I didn't know he'd changed it to leave everything to Maxine and the brat."

That...was mildly annoying to me for some reason. My heartbroken shocked expression almost twitched into annoyance before I caught it, ruthlessly pushing that down. I was experienced with annoyance, and it had been one of the earliest emotions I'd adapted to with my new training regimen from Raven. "What about my grandmother?" I was mildly curious about that. Grandma's death had been pretty sudden, but she WAS older, so a heart attack hadn't seemed weird.

Hobbes chuckled mirthlessly. "Of course not. Maxine was a paranoid old slut in her old age. After Albert died she became a survivalist lunatic. I never had a chance to poison her. She insisted on having all of her food prepared right in front of her, and she made the chef taste test every dish. She slept in a padlocked room with the door blocked off, and her windows were reinforced wire mesh. I couldn't even kill the brat because she watched the whole damn house from cameras she had set up in that fortress of a room."

"So you were...what? Waiting for my dad to die to see if he left you anything? This was some sort of test?" The timing here wasn't...impossible to understand. But I felt like there had to be more to it than just a crime of opportunity.

"No, it was a crime of opportunity." I blinked. Oh. Well, ok then. Apparently I'd been too wrapped up in malicious fae plots and secret vampire plans lately. I guessed sometimes shit just happened. That...was a bit of a letdown honestly. I was even more annoyed. How anticlimactic.

"So...you never cared?" I asked woodenly. "About any of us?" I was really hoping this dumb asshole would go off on some acidic tantrum about how he deserved better, because at least two of these people were superheroes, and crazy evil magic powers or not I wanted a legit reason to kill him. I wasn't down with letting anyone who carried this big a grudge against me or my family stick around, so I'd do it anyway, but some justification would make it go down easier for the green bombshell with the coke bottle curves.

"Oh I cared." Drawled the high pitched voice. "I HATED you. I still hate you. You, your irritating father, hell, I even hate that stupid little braindead slut Max fathered, and I only met her a few days ago. Honestly, taking care of the funeral was cathartic for me. All that evidence the brat was dead. It was like planning the world's most satisfying party."

Yup. That would do it. Now to try to dig up some righteous anger. I'd seen this enough times to fake it convincingly, and my training in acting was still more than valid, so my voice had just the right quiver of rage as I spat. "You'll pay for this you bastard! I don't care how long it takes, how hard it is to accomplish. I'm going to fucking end you for what you did. Bet on it!"

For a second I thought I might have oversold it, but the shocked looks on the faces of the others were mixed with pity, so I was pretty sure it would hold up. "You'll have to find me first, brat." Taunted the voice. "I've laid out quite the little gauntlet, but I would hurry if I were you. Our little game of hide and seek wouldn't be much fun if it didn't have stakes, now would it? Tell me, do you remember seeing your sister after I vanished?"

I paused, and it only took a second to confirm that, no, I hadn't. Gods damn it. Had that dumb bitch gotten herself kidnapped? Ugh. This was going to become a theme wasn't it. Since I wanted to keep the heroes around from noticing me in the wrong ways I'd have to save her. Oh well, she was my sister after all. I guessed for dads sake we should try some bonding. Go to the park or let her slobber my knob or something.

Oh, right. I was supposed to be appalled and outraged. "You son of a bitch." I spat convincingly. "Let her go." Shit, what did regular people say at times like this? "This is between us." Yeah, that sounded right.

"Oh no." Said the voice tauntingly. "This is between me and your whole degenerate family. Though I admit, Emma is probably the best looking of the lot. Her face is just average, but what a rump. Perhaps if you don't make it in time I'll test it out." Oh, hell no. That was my ass. Nobody got to break in my new sister's booty but me.

My anger at the situation became genuine at that point, but sadly I didn't have the cathartic advantage of shouting more, because Hobbes cut off his taunting with a gleeful laugh. I could literally feel the air shift around us as the presence fled. The others looked grim. Jenny came over to put a hand on my shoulder sympathetically. "I'm sorry Nick. I promise we'll get her back. We'll stop him before he lays a hand on her."

I nodded, feeling touched as I laid a hand over hers. I wasn't really familiar with gratitude, kindness wasn't something I really got. But it meant a lot to me the Jenny was willing to help with this. I smiled at the girl warmly. She was really something special. How many women would help you save your new sister from having her backdoor plundered before you could get it.

On second thought, she was probably just thinking about the whole 'kidnapping' thing, but still, any port in a storm. Jenny blushed and looked away, and Barbie rolled her eyes at me from behind the green girl, while Amy gave me a weak smile. "Alright." I said firmly. "Time to get going. We need to get through this maze to get to Emma before Hobbes decides to stick his wrinkled old dick in her." I turned to Scott. "Can you give us a heading by any chance?"

The two of them looked momentarily thrown by how I'd phrased the rescue thing, but I guessed it sounded close enough to what they were expecting for them to write it off. Still, that didn't mean they agreed. "No." Said the old man firmly. "This place is dangerous. When we were searching the house that was one thing, but I'm not bringing a bunch of civilians to search an evil pocket dimension for an insane demon."

I rolled my eyes. "He isn't a demon, and we aren't civilians. I'm coming with you. He has my sister, and just confessed to murdering my grandfather." Which...I really didn't like. "So we're coming with you, or we're wandering off on our own, but one way or the other we're going to be out here. You want to help? Or do you want to be responsible for us dying alone in the dark?"

Scott looked pissed, but before he could respond, I decided to give away some of my secrets, since this was the only chance the argument would end anytime soon. I turned and called the Primordial Spark to my hand, the shimmering golden light had replaced my green lightning, and honestly it was unsettling to look at, but I didn't care.

I ignored the manifestation as I hurled a massive cloud of destructive light at the hedge nearby, blowing it away with very little resistance...sadly revealing more hedge on the other side as it opened into another aisle of the maze. I pointed at it smugly. "So, since that's out of the way, where did we land on that heading? Because if you don't have one, I suggest we go that way."

April 15th 2016 New Jersey, Rosewood, 10:00 PM EDT

I hurled another shimmering wall of destructive light at yet another hedge, and we stepped through. I turned to Scott, who looked about as annoyed as I felt. "So." I said gruffly. "Exactly how large could he have made this place? Because...it's been an hour. Like, if he's using the stone, there still have to be limits right? Some kind of maximum tolerance the space has, or the spell. There's got to be a point of failure somewhere. Otherwise any idiot with a magic battery could just make a whole new universe."

Scott gave me an impressed look, which weirdly kind of made me feel a bit of pride. Not sure why, though the fact that he was a peer of my dad's might have had something to do with it. He was at least semi-competent, so it was nice to be recognized for my genius. "It does have to have limits. Eclipso himself, when completely in control, MIGHT be able to manage turning a building this size into a small world, but a partial possession of a human being? It can't go on forever."

Barbie, who had been walking ahead, froze. "What if it isn't." We all stopped to look at her. "What if we're IN the maze. Like within the confines of its parameters. Blowing out a wall seems like a shortcut, but if he accounted for that in the design we could just be running on a wheel still."

"That would explain why we keep having to reorient on the gem." Scowled Scott. "I'd been thinking about the possible explanations for the slight change in heading, but I assumed he just constructed the maze with unstable spatial elements and that we were dealing with some kind of spatial drift. I've seen that before. If you're right though...this might be a four or five dimensional space."

I pointed to the hedges. "You could help? Maybe between the two of us we could blast our way out?" I couldn't appraise a dimension, at least not that I was aware of, and the briars between the aisles were just high D-grade plant matter.

Jenny piped up. "He can't." Well all turned to look at her and found her flexing her fingers as emerald energy sparked on them. "Neither of us can. I'd bet it's part of why that bastard picked a hedge maze. Aside from the symbolism, this stuff is plants, specifically bushes with branches, which means wood. Our magic doesn't work on wood."

I stopped, turning to them. "Your magic doesn't work on WOOD?" How the fuck had that not been in my appraisal? "That's a REALLY common material. Like...so much shit is made of wood. How do you even function? As a superheroine I mean. Like... you're fighting a bad guy and he whips out a pair of chopsticks and you're fucked."

Amy giggled a bit at that, but Jade didn't get annoyed, just rolled her eyes. "It's less of an obstacle than you might think. Most people use metal for weapons, or plastic. And people aren't made of wood." She flushed. "Except dryads, but they almost never cause problems." I was intrigued by that blush but now wasn't the time so I refocused.

"Alright, so I can't get us through on my own, and you can't help." I said with a scowl. "What do we do?"

She shot me a critical look. "Speaking of getting us through. You've been deflecting questions about your magic for ages. What is it? I don't recognize that effect as anything I've seen before. It looks like some sort of reserve of force you tap into rather than a spell effect. Are you a metahuman? My brother Todd has dark powers, do you have like...the opposite?"

I weighed the pros and cons of telling her, but...we were stuck. If we were going to get out then I'd need to give them a proper accounting of our assets. Which would mean telling the truth. Annoying. I rolled my eyes. "I'm a Dragon." I said begrudgingly. "The light is my bloodline. I'm pretty strong."

That got me a critical look from Scott. "A dragon?" He said slowly. "I wasn't aware your mother was a non-human." He made the obvious leap in logic and I let him. To be fair my mother WAS non-human, just not the kind he was thinking. "I never met the woman, she wasn't around long and Max and I were hardly lunching together, but I heard what happened to her. A dragon dying in childbirth is...unusual, especially birthing a single child."

I knew the old man had spread that story about mom, so I wasn't shocked that it was the one he knew, I just waved it aside with a sad smile. "I don't know what happened. I just know I never got to meet her." Technically true, if you didn't count the smug bitchy soul fragment she left in my consciousness. "Anyway, can being a Dragon help you at all? The energy I've been throwing comes from my bloodline, but my breath would be stronger. Sadly not in my full sized form, it's too big."

Seeing him weighing our options I decided to wait. "I may be able to work with that. The vortices of a space like this ARE limited, like you said. You can only use a magical cornerstone to hold so much before it collapses, at least when you have finite resources. At his current limit, he can't cast the kinds of spells needed to prop up anything truly earthshattering. Which means he'd have to cut corners. Jennifer, I need you help me run through a few scanning spells. I want to test something."

Amy raised her hand. "I can help too. My bloodline gives me certain abilities, but I AM trained in sorcery to some level. Not enough to be as versatile as some magic users, but supplementary spellwork like scanning and detection spells are well within my skillset." Her voice was rigid, and I could tell she was adamant about helping, to try to make up for flinching earlier.

I didn't actually fault her for that. A lot of people had a weird aversion to what they would call cowardice, but deciding to bail on a fight you can't win is just smart. She considered this guy to be some unbeatable boogeyman, and she'd have been right in other circumstances. But I knew trying to talk her out of it would be pointless. Even I was aware that you couldn't out logic a feeling. Instead, I shot her a proud smile, and I was glad to see the adoring expression she returned it with.

Amy was...so odd to me. I'd expected to understand her BETTER with my humanity, but it made her even more confusing. It also made my reactions to her make less sense. She was beautiful, and sweet, and loving, and sexy, and kind of twisted, and mine. Which would have been all the traits that mattered to me before. But she was also loyal, and strong, and doing her best to face her fears for me. And I found those traits to be more important to me than I expected.

Stepping forward, I wrapped my arms around her and just...hugged her. I didn't grope her, or whisper something in her ear, or kiss her, or spike her desires. I just held my wife against me tightly, in what may have been the first sincere hug of my entire life. She laid her head on my chest, ear to my heart, and gave a happy sigh as she relaxed against me. It felt weird. I didn't know where to put my hands. Normally I'd have a handful of something soft and bouncy, so I just put one on the back of her head and sort of stroked her spine with the other like I'd seen in movies.

She pulled back, beaming up at me lovingly. "Thanks Nicky. That was just what I needed." I gave a jerky nod. It had been...not bad. I mean, I'd have preferred to be palming an ass cheek, but it hadn't been as pointless as I'd expected. Sort of warm, and like...weirdly supportive? Barbie was watching with amusement as Amy headed over to help the others with their scanning spells.

My redhead grinned up at me. "That was unexpected." I just shrugged and her grin became a smirk. "Awww, is my rough, horny daddy embarrassed he showed his little wifey some non sexual affection?" At my answering glare she leaned up to kiss my cheek, standing on her tip toes, before whispering in my ear. "I'm proud of you, and if it helps you feel less conflicted I'll suck your dick later as a reward."

It...kind of did. But I shook my head. "No. I didn't hate it. I wanted her to feel better and she did." I winked at her. "You're gonna suck my dick anyway, and you're not going to make an excuse other than, 'because my daddy said so'." She gave me that dirty giggle I usually only heard mid fuck, and I pulled her into my arms, and this time I DID cop a feel of some sweet little booty.

Sadly that fun time wasn't to be, because Jenny called out. "Hey, I think I found something." I let go of my bat slut, giving her a quick smack on the booty to remind her who she belonged to, and turned back to the others. They hadn't been able to see my hands, so it probably just looked like another hug. We walked over to where the green girl was standing in front of the hedge.

She's been putting in some serious effort, judging by the big heaving breaths making those fat green titties pop. But I forced myself to focus on the problem instead of my draconic instinct to push the dress up and add another slut to my hoard. I ran the lust and possessiveness through the exercises Raven gave me again, helping to dull them, and allowing my head to clear.

Jenny waved a hand in the air, and I saw a strange cascade of runes and spellwork in the space in front of her. Amy and Scott both stepped up and started muttering nonsense. I leaned down to whisper to Barbie. "Hey, do you have any clue what's going on? I'm middling at best when it comes to magic."

"Nope." She said freely. "Science is fine, but magic means jack and shit to me. That's all gibberish as far as I can see. Runes or something."

I scoffed. "What kind of sexy nerd are you? Alternate dimension shenanigans are going on and you can't even translate. I got a defective model. Clearly I ordered one with too much brawn and not enough brains." I was speaking low so the others couldn't hear me. "If I'd wanted a punchy bimbo I'd have picked up Power Girl."

It was nice to see how secure she was with me now, because she laughed at that where early on she might have taken it too seriously. "Yeah, I guess my genius level intellect and several doctorates worth of theoretical knowledge just show me for the braindead little slut I am. Truly, what were you thinking?"

I popped her on the ass again, a little harder this time, and Jenny looked over at is in confusion and sharp clap of hand on cheek, but I was already back in a normal position. She narrowed her eyes at me, and I dropped mine to the much thicker cheeks just out of reach. Sadly I doubted I'd be slapping those tonight. More pity for me. I raised my gaze back up the symbols, and Scott finally stopped and stepped back.

"Alright." He said solemnly. "There's a weak point, or there will be when we compromise the structural integrity of the space, but the direction is almost straight up. Guess he figured that would the least likely avenue for escape." He looked at me. "We'll need a ride, Dragon boy. So I hope your other form is as big as you said." I resisted the obvious dick joke and nodded. Well, at least we'd be getting out of here soon. I was going to munch that fucking butler down like a bag of cheetos.

April 15th 2016 New Jersey, Rosewood, 11:00 PM EDT

Shifting into my draconic form was...kind of nice. I hadn't really noticed it, but being humanoid felt kind of confining, like wearing a shirt that was too tight and choked you a little bit. I got over it fast and it became background noise, but the annoyance was still there, and now that I was going I was kind of reveling in the freedom.

I'd expected it to be cramped, but a few spells from Scott had the space unstable enough that my manifestation didn't hit the walls. It was a weird feeling, but a neat one. Jenny, who had been watching from the side, gaped at me in breathless amazement. "He's so BIG." She tentatively stepped forward to stroke a scale, tracing the gold patterns on the green surface with wonder a reverence.

My ego was slightly punctured when Scott snorted. "He's a runt." I glared at the old man, but he just rolled his eyes. "Dragons never stop growing. An Elder Dragon is ten times that size. A hundred feet is just into adolescence. Decently powerful bloodline, I'll grant you, but he's barely more than a hatchling. I've seen dragons who have reached Dragon God status, the damned things are measured in MILES, not feet."

Amy and Barbie were both giggling madly at my obviously unhappy expression, but Jenny seemed undisturbed. She leaned against my side, rubbing my scales. "Well I think he's handsome. I've always wanted to ride a dragon."I found myself feeling warmed by the praise in an interesting way, Jenny might be a jiggly green sex bomb, but she was kind of sweet too. I promised myself when I eventually pounded her into a drooling mess I'd take special care to put a big dumb smile on her pretty green face. Besides, I didn't have any green girls, and as a green dragon, I had to make sure my first was memorable.

Barbie started coughing, clearly trying to suppress a laugh at the double entendre as she muttered. "I'm sure she'll get plenty of dragon riding in soon enough." To my wife, who smothered her own giggle by burying her face in the redheads chest.

Figuring getting a hard on as big as her whole body would probably scare Jenny off, I clamped down on my reaction and just refocused on Scott. "Alright, so what do I need to do to take advantage of this loophole. You said its a specific direction or whatever, can you set up a trail for me to follow?"

A few more muttered words and gestures and the air begins to crackle with green flame, a flame that shapes itself into basically a runway in the air, showing me the path we need to take. It's steep and for any normal flying creature would probably be impossible. Normal creatures would need to get a running start, to build up steam for takeoff to follow the trajectory. I don't.

"Alright, all aboard." I said impatiently. "I don't want some old guy riding on my back for longer than necessary. Though I'm happy to take any of the three beautiful ladies for a leisurely glide around the city should they feel the urge." I winked at Jenny, who was still waiting to climb on, and her giggle was fun to listen to. Not sexual really, just a kind of sweet wonder at being around a mythical creature.

The ability to conceive of motivations for other people that WEREN'T produced by the id was...a new thing for me. I still believed most things were base instinct deep down, fucking, fighting, feeding, most human interaction was driven by these things. But there was...other stuff. Not big stuff really, but stuff that I understood better now. Which wasn't to say I wasn't planning to stuff those doughy green buns like the worlds jiggliest eclair, but before I took her for a ride I didn't mind the idea of ACTUALLY taking her for a ride if it made her happy.

It took me a bit to work out why that was, but eventually I realized...I could FEEL her joy. Not through my own abilities, but because her inborn power was similar enough to mine that they kind of...rubbed against each other. It was a little intoxicating, once I noticed it, and it explained why I'd give a fuck about making her happy, but...I wanted to feel more of that. More bubbly excitement and glee. It was such an alien thing to experience for me.

Sadly my introspection was cut short when they finished climbing on, and I had to put aside the latest pretty little thing I planned to own as I prepared to launch. "Alright. Please keep all hands and feet against the vehicle at all times. Air Lord is not responsible for any lost or damaged carry on items and no snacks will be served on this flight, though there are three of them on board as passengers." That got a giggle from all three girls, though an eye roll from Barbie. Scott was much less amused and zapped me with a lightning bolt I barely felt.

With warnings and flirtation done, I crouched beneath the indicator, preparing to leap into the air. I had my wings spread and my legs bent (all four of them) since this form was an upgrade of primal force, I could still use all my old tricks. As I say, I built the power inside me, imbuing it into my legs and after a minute or two pushed off hard.

There was an explosion of energy as the Primordial Spark imbued its force into the motion of my liftoff. I shot upward like a big scaly bullet and a single hard flap of my wings pushed me even faster along the trajectory I wanted. I wasn't sure it worked, until my horns slammed into...something, and smashed through. The space fragmented as we tore free, and I expected to be back in the mansion or something, but what I saw instead shocked me.

The maze. Not the one on the grounds, THIS maze. The magic maze. It stretched out for miles below us, full moon blazing in the sky above it. We hung above an almost endless expanse of black leaves and shadowy empty aisles, but Scott chuckled. "We're in the second layer, past the initial traps. We should be able to fly straight to the midpoint of the maze without any further trouble. Can you see where we need to go? Or do we need a tracking spell?"

I felt a mild thump as Jenny smacked him, presumably on the shoulder. "Hush, daddy. It's so pretty. Give us a second to take it in before you have him rushing off." She cooed appreciatively, nuzzling against me, and as out powers melded a bit I felt another rush of weirdly innocent joy. "This is so lovely. Thank you Nicky. You're such a gentleman." I had to choke back a snort since I was neither of those things, at least not at the moment, but I took the comment in the spirit which it was given.

Part of me gloried in this weird sensation. I wanted to take her to amusement parks or bowling alleys or some shit so I could enjoy this feeling. Or maybe just fuck her and enjoy the feeling from that. It wouldn't be as innocent, but I could totally do gentle and considerate sex. I paused...maybe I should ask Dinah for some pointers. Or maybe Amy. My wife seemed to have expectations of romance. If I made the sex with Jenny cringy and romantic enough maybe I could get a longer shot of this good shit.

Still, I was obviously going to humor the green bombshell and not the old man, so I let myself drift in the air, taking in the empty night full of moonlight and maze. It took me about two seconds to realize what was missing though. Stars. There were no stars. The moon sat in total blackness, an all encompassing dark that seemed to suck me in if I stared at it too long, and I jerked my eyes back down to the maze sharply, no longer as interested in playing sight seer.

"I see the center." I said quickly, not wanting my girls to feel that weird gut wrenching tug I'd just felt when staring up. Like something was dislodging my soul. I also felt a sense of malice and gleeful sadism, and I was pretty sure that clued me in to what I'd just been looking at. That sky was the Heart of Darkness, or at least some kind of manifestation of Eclipso. Which meant this fucker was almost definitely getting closer to manifesting.

We needed to find him and stomp his teeth in so we could save my sisters squishy little yoga booty (I assumed it was squishy, I'd have to get a nice handful when I saved her to confirm. Maybe a hug or something.) Leaning into a dive, I flapped once, pushing myself forward as I dove from the black psuedo sky toward the midpoint of the maze.

It was further than expected, and I felt like I was moving through molasses as I tried to approach, but eventually I got close enough to land in the huge clearing in the middle of the maze. Hobbes, who still looked pale and had those glowing eyes, grinned at us as we landed showing me razor sharp teeth. "Oh, I suppose you found a way here. How interesting." His eyes raked over me. "A dragon, impressive."

Standing next to him, dressed in an incredibly slutty french maid outfit, was Emma, who looked mortified and annoyed more than scared. Hobbes slapped her cushy rump. "My tea, harlot. I was never so sloppy when I was a butler. Move your excessive backside." He clicked his tongue. "A shame your breasts are so modest. I was hoping my new made would be a bit bustier." He eyed up Jenny. "Maybe I'll trade you in for something in an emerald. That one has substantial udders, and from those hips her backside is probably even more impressive."

He waited for her to pass him the tea she poured from a table to the side of them and grimaced. "Perhaps she'll be able to make a cup of proper tea as well." He looked at me tauntingly. "Oh, does that make you angry?" I realized I was growling, curls of smoke rising from my nostrils as the ground beneath us rumbled with my rage.

Mine. My sister, my ass, my new superhero. My house. This was all mine. How dare he? How dare he sit in judgement of me. Paw at my things. Leer at my women. How dare he look down on me and sneer at my family after killing my grandfather. My teeth were grinding together, and the others had all stepped away from me to give me room. I wanted to blast him with dragon breath. To turn him to slag. But Emma was still there.

Judging by my reaction to him palming one of her cheeks I was...unhappy, with the idea of her suffering. Like she was already one of my girls. Having a sister was a lot like having any of my other women. I needed to protect her, to guard my hoard. There was an extra flavor to it though. A sort of protectiveness. Like she wasn't just mine but an extension of me. I imagined it would make the sex interesting.

That would be for another time though. I shifted back down to my humanoid form and started stalking forward toward Hobbes. He smirked at me, clearly unworried, even as Jade and Scott spread out to surround him. Hobbes wasn't at A-rank, thankfully, but his appraisal said he was at B, which wasn't great. I could see why he was so smug about this, but I knew something he didn't. I looked at my wife slyly. I had a secret weapon.

April 16th 2016 New Jersey, Rosewood, 12:00 AM EDT

The cocky smirk on Hobbes face lasted for about fifteen seconds into the fight. Fifteen seconds until the point where a massive spire of Amethyst shot out of the ground in three parts, wrapping around his hands and neck to create a crystalline stockade. As that happened, Barbie flicked out a hand and a barrage of starlight flash bombed the area. By the time our vision cleared my sister had vanished from next to Hobbes and appeared on the far side of the clearing behind Barbie.

Trust my redheaded heroine to prioritize the hostage, I didn't mind. With that done I was free to let loose. I opened my jaws and spewed forth a fucking torrent of shimmering white light so blinding it hurt to look at, and I wasn't the only one acting. A pair of green flame bursts arched forth from two other points, heading for the still restrained Hobbes.

Sadly, he wasn't going to be stupid enough to tank the blasts head one. The bastard howled with rage, tearing forth from the confinement my wife had trapped him in and leaping straight up over the flames. Floating in the air above us his eyes whipped to Amy. "Amethyst WHORE!" He bellowed. His voice was still high pitched, but it was wavering in a strange echoing buzz that hadn't been there before. I winced and used my appraisal on him.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Hobbes- B rank possessed human. The current vessel of Kaala, the entity also known as Eclipso, Hobbes is currently temporarily out of control of his body. Due to the presence of Amethyst blood, Kaala has forcibly assumed control. Due to the necessity of fighting his host and revealing his intentions too early, Kaala is greatly weakened, barely reaching B rank strength.]

Damn, that was actually really lucky. My earlier appraisal when we arrived had been much totally different. Knowing he was nerfed for a bit was a good thing. Sadly, knowing he wanted to face murder my wifey was a hard no for me, which meant while he was technically less dangerous as a whole, his priorities made him much more of a threat to my interests.

Fortunately for me, that asshole was in the air now, and clear of my sister, so I was free to cut loose. I hurled myself up at him, shifting to my full dragon form midair and letting loose my strongest breath of Primordial Spark. A massive wave of blinding white light barreled toward him, and he snarled, gesturing with his hands as a purple-black shell the shape of the Heart of Darkness condensed around him like a shield.

A shield that started to crack as my breath made contact. Dark magic, weak against pure light energy. The dumb asshole. With a roar he teleported, abandoning the shield as it dissolved into motes of purple light. I had already locked on again, and rushed him a second time, coating my entire body in Primordial Spark like a cloak, channeling it through the designs on my scales, which apparently were made for that.

There was a boom, and a torrent of dark energy condensed around him, making a massive pale white figure with razor sharp teeth that looked like some kind of horrible clown. It was about my size, and when I breathed at it, this time it managed to tank the blast and catch my claws as I tried to tear it apart.

My cloak of light seemed to burn the bastard to the touch, or else I'd have died for sure, because that fucked started to overpower me fast. Fucking Gemworlders and their stupid all rounder magic. As a dragon I was pretty much the physical peak of C rank, but apparently that was far enough from early B to make this fight an uneven one.

The giant bastard shook with a roar as a spear of Amethyst erupted from his gut, and I turned to see my formerly terrified wife snarling in incandescent rage at the monster. My hearing was good enough to pick it up as she screamed. "Get your filthy hands off my husband you fucking abomination!"

I was...stunned. Amy didn't get mad. Not like THAT. She looked almost unhinged, and I felt warm inside as I watched her concern. Not like I had with Jade, but genuine fondness and care for this slightly crazy, naive, sexy, adorable, ridiculous girl who cared enough about me to face something that terrified her to keep me safe.

Kaala turned, baring his teeth at her, but before he could move, a pair of emerald ropes of flames lashed out to wrap around his wrists, forming into a colossal pair of shackles, pinning him in place on his impaling spire of purple crystal.

Taking advantage of the moment I reared back and erupted with another breath attack, the most powerful I could manage, right in his weird little face. The avatar screamed as the white light ate into it's face, searing away the flesh and melting the bones, burning off his jaw and half of his head, an eye included.

With the distress, he had enough strength to tear free of the restraints, and as he fell back the avatar dissolved, the body of Hobbes falling back through the air to slam into the ground. He rolled in the dark grass, screaming, and when he came up I could see the melted ruin I'd made of half his face.

I shifted to hybrid, knowing engaging someone with power that strong with a huge size difference was just asking to get a massive hole punched in me. I wasn't as fast a dodger as a dragon, due to all the mass, and I'd need to be light on my feet for this. My scaled hybrid form had more mobility and all the natural defenses.

When I appeared in front of him, Hobbes was still screaming, or rather Kaala was, but it wasn't in pain. "Mongrels!" He howled. "Fodder and trash! How dare you! How dare you bring one of those simpering purple whores into my presence, how dare you attack me to my face with your disgusting filthy light magic!" I was shocked the bastard could even speak with all the damage, but somehow his voice was completely unimpeded.

He was so focused on me missed the massive flaming green fist that slammed him across the clearing. I turned to see Jenny glaring at him. "You know. I really don't like that word. Her sex life is none of your business, and using words like that is extremely reductive. This isn't whatever backwater time period you came out of shitstain, keep your misogynist name calling to yourself."

I blinked at her, but I had trouble holding back a laugh. I wasn't a fan of him calling my wife a whore either, but mostly because she was...well, my wife. Hearing her berating him for his language made me laugh. No wonder her tits were so big, she a giant heart in those big bouncy jugs. It was almost adorable.

It was enough to make me decide not to bring Jenny in on any of my actual business once I got her. I'd leave her to her heroics, let her feel like she was making a difference. With my magic cum supercharging her I bet she'd be a pistol in combat, and I could make sure she never ran afoul of my bigger plans. It might be useful to have an actual active superheroine under my thumb, since I'd kind of retired and semi retired the two I had respectively.

Blinking, I shook off that tangent, using my exercises to clear away all that excess affection. Ugh. Feedback loop with her weird power synergy effect. Too much positivity, I needed to counterbalance that. I strode forward, hooking a claw into the empty socket of Kaala's eye and jerked him forward into a brutal headbutt, rejoicing in the crack of bone and the spew of weirdly purple blood.

That was better. Jenny's weird emotion resonance bullshit was fucking with me worse than it should be. Goddamn fresh emotions. I had the tolerance of a fucking toddler, and being all sweet on Amy for a minute left me wide open to get sucked in. I'd had far too much emotional growth here tonight.

Slamming my horns into the demonic butlers face again I jerked him forward again, smashing his face into my knee, then leapt back to avoid a torrent of black flame spewing out my breath to intercept it before it spread. The half melted demonic clown imagery was super fucking weird to watch, and as he spun to attack someone else, I cut my breath, leaping onto his back and suplexing the fucker into the dirt.

I shouted over to Scott. "How do we get out of this maze?" I didn't want to kill the bastard and get stuck here. But if I could off him without consequence I would.

"You should end him." Came the quiet, tired voice of the old man across the clearing. He was standing still, watching us sadly, but his eyes were hard and determined.

"Daddy!" Shrieked Jenny. "What are you talking about? We don't kill people. Ever. That's not what heroes do. You taught me that!"

Scott shook his head sadly. "Eclipso overpowered the owner of that body. Manifesting like that means all the damage done to him so far is permanent. Eclipso can survive without three quarters of his face, but that butler can't. Once Eclipso is forced out the butler will die anyway. But because of the forceful possession he's stuck in that body. We can fully destroy him like this. For good."

He sounded sad, but detached. Like he wasn't even the one talking, just a depressed man operating his mouth via remote control. His eyes landed on me. "I wouldn't ask this of anyone else. But I do know you. Or something about you. I know you're more like Max than you let on. This won't bother you. Won't hurt you like it would my daughter, or even your own wife. It's not right for me to ask this of another person. Not even a person like you. But I am asking. Please end this. Remove the stain that has been plaguing this and other worlds for centuries."

I sneered at him. This was fucking annoying. Of course I didn't give a shit about murdering Hobbes. I was planning on it. But I'd been planning to either do it later or pretend to do it in the heat of battle. Maybe get some sympathy from Jenny to counter the whole murder thing. Doing it like this though...he was trying to fucking sabotage my chances with his daughter. Clever old bastard.

Not that clever though, if he thought I couldn't work around a little necessary evil he was massively underestimating me. I inhaled, still holding the evil entity by the eye socket, and vomited out a breath attack again, into the other side of his face. He screamed again, but I didn't stop. I let go, letting him fall to the ground, and kept up the attack, burning away the rest of his body under the scorching light of the Primordial Spark.

Once I was done, I turned away, as if in pain, setting up my possible 'can't live with myself for what I did' defense for the bootylicious green girl. I'd let this cool down for a bit before I tried to hook up with her. I had a new sister to break in anyway. I'd still fuck her though, and better yet, I was going to knock the heroine up, just to fuck with her old man. Even if I'd wait until my other kids were born for that probably.

Walking over to my sister, I let my scales melt away and looked at her, shocked and disturbed and a little afraid in her fetish maid outfit. I opened my arms and she poured herself into them and I held her, back to the rest of the people in the clearing, as she cried herself hoarse on my shoulder. Damn, someone got all the sensitive in the family. I was so stunned by how trusting she was being I even decided to wait on grabbing a handful of her marshmellow ass. I could always grope her later. That was what you did for family...I was getting so good at this.

Multiple extreme smut warnings on this one, don't read it if you're not into it.

Hurt/comfort, Incest, Manipulation

April 16th 2016 New Jersey, Rosewood, 1:00 AM EDT

Weirdly, Jenny seemed almost happy to see me with my arms full of pink haired thickness. Amy and Barbie both seemed to melt a little too, and it was easy enough to slip away after we broke the maze. Since it had only been a few hours and most of the guests had stayed in the drawing room, the majority of them even decided to stay for the funeral. A few had wandered off and died, but no one important, so after basically telling them to go find their own rooms (and making a note to search everyone before they left) I let my girls find a room and took my new sister upstairs.

Emma was still being extra clingy, which was pleasant in her skimpy maid uniform, and I carried her upstairs to drop her off in a room. I debated just offering to fuck, but she seemed kind of shaken, and I think the proper little brother thing to do was to ask about it and put the pussy pummeling on hold until after she had a chance to vent.

I was of course, vaguely cognizant that most little brothers didn't stuff their sibling's turkey, but given dad had gone through the trouble to start training her for me, and how backed up I was watching Jenny's fat green cheeks clap together all night, I was going to empty my balls one way or another. The fact that it would give us a way to bond was just a bonus. All the girls I fucked learned to love me. Why waste time when I had a quick shortcut to sisterly affection.

As I set her down on the bed, I laid down with her, petting her back. She was still crying. "Shhhh." I comforted. "You don't need to be scared. He's gone now. You're safe." Understanding fear wasn't complicated, so it wasn't like I needed to make any intuitive leaps about why she was sobbing all over me.

She clung tighter. "You saved me." She said, her voice muffled. "I have no idea what he was going to do to me, but I'm sure it was going to be awful." I was pretty sure he'd been going to stuff that fat ass, and I growled a bit, my draconic side coming out as I palmed a handful of thick cheek. Emma froze. Then I did. I winced. Even I knew the timing there was probably bad. Like I'd been planning to get in her panties, but any idiot would know to work up to it.

I cleared my throat. "I...shit. That was reflex. You saw me turn into a dragon. I get possessive about stuff that's mine. You're my sister and the thought of him touching you pisses me off."

Feeling her out though, her desires made it clear she wasn't against that. She blushed, her skin going very red against her pink hair given how pale she was. "I...I mean, I know it's nice. Even if you're my brother. All the boys like to look. I'm not bad looking, I have a cute face, but not much up top. My butt makes everyone stare. Dad encouraged me to work on it for confidence when I was in the mental hospital. I did squats every day."

I blinked. The appraisal had said he'd been training her for me. He did know what I liked. "But he never..." Weirdly, the idea of having sex with her if she'd had sex with him was gross to me. The whole sloppy seconds concept wouldn't have bothered me before, but now...it just felt icky.

She glared at me. "I'm not some desperate whore!" She snapped. She moved to pull away put I yanked her against me in a hug, my ass grabbing hand might have groped her cheek a bit. She mewled.

"I'm sorry sis." I cooed. "I know you wouldn't do this with just anyone. You're rewarding me for saving you aren't you?" She wriggled in my grip, pouting, but not pulling away. My cock was rock hard against her panty covered pussy and her wiggling to try to get comfortable wasn't helping.

Part of me was actually kind of touched, and holding her like this was...kind of sweet. It felt nice. Granted the booty I was groping helped, but still. "I always wanted a little brother." She whispered, almost shamefully. "Someone I could hold and snuggle. I thought I'd be the one protecting you though." I was sure that dad had partially arranged that sentiment, but it still felt nice to hear.

"You want to be close to me sis?" Her pussy was soaking through the front of my pants, so I knew she did, plus her desires were lighting up like a christmas tree. She gave a slow nod, and I reached down to move her wet panties. "You're already such a good big sister." I groaned as I fit my cock against her. "The best ever."

She gave a shuddering gleeful moan as I pushed in, and I had to match it because...she felt good. So fucking good. Her pussy wasn't magic, I wasn't connecting to her soul, she didn't vibrate. But her cunt felt hot and tight and comfortable. She had a fast food pussy. Just because I'd had gourmet steak didn't mean McDonalds wasn't good. This was a big mac cunt, not gourmet cuisine, but I was fucking lovin' it.

Hissing, she let her head fall back. "Oh fuck. That's big. My little brother grew up nice and strong." The dormant brother complex she'd been unknowingly developed was twinging with a vengeance, but on my side...this felt different than most sex. I normally just pounded whatever slut I was on top of into the mattress, but this time I felt like I should go slow. Enjoy her. Maybe we really were bonding.

"Fuck, big sis. You're so good." I knew what she wanted to hear because of Eros and Psych. It wasn't my usual degrading dirty talk, or even the lovey dovey shit Amy liked sometimes. "This pussy is where I belong. You feel like home. We're a family right now. You like that?"

She mewled joyfully. "Is big sis hugging that fat cock with her dirty little pussy? I'll hold you so fucking tight. Fill up that hole little brother. Give me all your love. I've been so alone. Mom died and then dad, I didn't have anybody, now I have a cute little brother with a big fat dick. Dump your cum in big sis' pussy Nicky. Fill me up with all the hot love."

I usually took charge, but her desires were pretty clear about what she wanted, and if it would make her happy I was willing to let her have this. Having her wrapped around me made me feel...special. In a really weird way. I liked it, so I laid back and let her move her hips, sliding herself up and down my dick and enjoying the warm, welcoming cunt that was so desperate to take me.

She was getting into it now, she flipped us over, palms on my chest, to ride me. "Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me." She babbled. "Fuck family feels so good. Your cock was made for me Nicky, I used to read stories at the hospital, about little brothers who loved their big sisters too much. People would leave them up on the computer, and since porn usually didn't get through the filters I took what I could get." I had to fight not to roll my eyes. Subtle, dad.

I gripped her hips, increasing my pace as I fucked up into her and she cooed. "This is just as good as I imagined. This big beefy little brother dick hits all the right spots. I saw you watching my ass earlier Nicky. Even when we first met. I didn't think you'd really do this. I thought I was a sick little bitch for wanting my new hunky little brother to stuff my cunt. Then I got kidnapped and I was so scared and you were so brave."

Reaching down to rub her clit, I palmed an apple sized bouncing tit under her shirt as I did. "You're mine." I grunted, letting my draconic nature show. "My sister." I groped her ass. "This is mine. You're never allowed to fuck another man. Not ever." I was almost snarling. She was my family. She belonged to me.

She wriggled, letting out a keening moan. "Fuck yes. I promise Nicky, big sis's holes are all for you. All the time. You like that pussy baby? You like big sis thanking her hunky brother for saving her. You earned this fuck baby brother. Take your reward. Take it balls deep."

She was getting close, and I love it, fucking her harder I felt her clench up then cum. It was fucking intoxicating. This was the best. I felt warm inside and out. Family and pussy all at once. This was the real inheritance. Dad left me this delicious cunt, he wanted me to have good pussy like this, and someone to watch my back. I was so glad I came. And speaking of cumming.

"I'm gonna...fucking nut." I groaned as her velvet pussy slurped and swallowed me. I usually didn't bother to mention, but I felt like an accidental creampie might ruin our bonding moment, even if I knew that she wouldn't get pregnant.

Her thighs clamped down around me and she leaned down for a hard kiss. "You better not pull out. Good little brothers show their love. Paint big sis's insides with it. Show me how much you care." Wow, she really HAD been reading way too many porn stories. Still, it was hot as fuck, so I just went with it.

Feeling my balls clench up, I let loose a load inside her warm, affectionate pussy, and she squealed in joy, wriggling on top of me like a happy puppy as she squirted all over me. I was glad I'd picked a room far away from anyone else, because she was really loud.

Leaning down, she started kissing me furiously. "Oh Nicky." She said between kisses. "This is everything I wanted. You won't leave me right? You'll stay with big sis." I reached out to slap my hand down on a doughy white cheek, palming that pawg ass as I felt the Brand burn itself on.

It felt different somehow. Like the Brand was our bond as siblings. Like I was marking my territory forever. I loved it. Kissing her back, I flipped her over and started fucking. Her eyes went wide, legs shooting up in a surprise V as I mounted and pounded her. Not enough to break her or anything but hard enough to show her what she was in for.

"Oh Nicky." She moaned. Eyes wide but excited. "You're so enthusiastic you like the thought of keeping your big sis?" She reached down to fondle my balls. "You like emptying these fat nuts into my pussy? Do it, stud. Big sis will take as many loads as you need. Fill me up with gallons of that adorable little brother cum." She was barely able to speak as I sped up, and I made a note to upgrade her body. I loved this cunt, and I was going to want to use it properly.

Until then I just fucked it, listening to her coo endearments and proclamations of love into my ear as I took her, and I reveled in it. Amy and Barbie and the others loved me, I was pretty sure, but I'd made them do that. I earned it. The wet, hungry snatch swallowing me up right now was taking me because of unconditional love, and it felt fantastic. Even without knowing me Emma loved me, and while I wasn't sure I loved her back, I felt something. I'd take care of my big sis. Bonding successful.

This was a pretty unique sex scene for this story, my attempt to try new things away from what I usually write, lots of dirty talk and submission like I prefer. Not sure how it turned out but hope people enjoy, and of course it's distinctly marked for you to skip if you're not into that kind of thing. As usual pat-reon has the advance chapters at that site /malcolmtent. Hope you're having fun with things.