April 7th 2016 Brightedge City, The Perigrinator's Club, 9:30 PM EDT
The shock and fear on all their faces was kind of hilarious. Of course, the moment was slightly undercut by one of the Talons handing me a plate of lamb and potatoes to replace the one I'd lost. I considered being annoyed, but found I didn't give enough of a fuck to bother, and just picked up a lamb shank and bit into the juicy meat. It was fucking delicous, of course, and I groaned slightly in enjoyment.
Every other person in the place aside from Siegfried, who was asking that same Talon to bring HIM more lamb, was stunned into silence. I finished gnawing the lamb off my first bone and dropped it on the plate. "Well?" I said imperiously. "We can't have a meeting without a table. Ms. St. Cloud, if you could have this mess cleaned up so we can get back to our discussion that would be the most expedient method of resuming negotiations, don't you think?"
I'd slipped out of character a bit when I was blowing up the Fright Knight, but I doubted anyone had noticed or even remembered after I vomited a ball of green gold fire that had turned into a still fading column of flame. I was actually a bit concerned about that, so I turned to Siegfried. "If I might ask, do you know why the flames are doing that? Because it wasn't something I did on purpose."
The immortal warrior chuckled. "It's a grave marker. They happen when particularly powerful spirits are destroyed. It shouldn't have too much effect on the city in the short term. The aura of destruction might draw in ghosts, but I'd expect it to take some time to settle. Think of it as a natural phenomena denoting the loss of a fundamental force. That spirit was most likely the embodiment of some minor concept from which he drew his power."
I hadn't really expected killing a summon to have such profound effects, but thinking of it that kind of made sense. When I merged things they became real and part of the world. Wouldn't Fear Constructs work the same, ascending to become more and more powerful beings with real impact on the planet? I wondered what exactly the Fright Knight had been the ghost of.
Still, now wasn't the time for that, I moved back, letting the Talons flip the table back over and clean up. The fucking summoner was here somewhere, but I had literally no method of telling who they were. Despite being substantially more limited in scope, being completely dependent on outside forces had the distinct advantage of being much harder to track down. Whoever it was though, I was guessing losing something as scary as the Fright Knight was going to hurt.
Based on my observation the Fear System most likely slowly accumulated power into its constructs rather than dumping it in all at once. The Fright Knight was probably right at the cusp of advancing to C rank, which would have been a bitch to deal with. The Hob, in comparison, had most likely just entered D rank, and was therefore MUCH weaker than I was. The range of power per rank widened every step I took it seemed, and the gulf between upper and lower D rank was substantial.
Siegfried walked over to where I was standing as the girls approached. I nodded to the warrior, who was now also gnawing on a lamb shank. "Siegfried. These are my women. Strega, Sindara, and Cherry." I'd left Barbie at home despite being E rank herself, because I didn't feel like keeping track of what she was supposed to be to me with the mask on. She'd been sulky, but not too torn up about it since she would be spending time with Donna.
Cherry of course had been thrilled to be brought along. She'd been mostly busy trying to reestablish her old connections since we'd gotten back, and had been feeling a bit ignored. I grabbed my little blonde specter around the waist and pulled her against me, with Sindy on my other arm. Strega staid back, content to wait for me to give her attention. She and I weren't as close as I was with the other girls, and her deference was more of respect and gratitude than the adoration I got from my other two girls.
Siegfried chuckled. "You're a brave man, brother. To entangle yourself with such powerful women, not once but multiple times. These beauties are certainly powerful." He raised an eyebrow at Cherry. "In fact, this one seems to be some manner of spirit herself. A shame we destroyed the other one, she may have benefited from the remnants of his power."
I cursed because I hadn't thought of that. The pillar of fire was mostly faded now, and sure enough there was absolutely jack shit left of the Fright Knight. At least, his body and armor. "That's a good point. Cherry, come on, let's see if we can get you some souvenirs from this." I pulled my little ghost along with me, leaving Sindara to wait for us with on an quick slap on the ass, enjoying the squeak from my living lich.
Surprisingly, the Fright Knight's glowing green broadsword was thrust into the floor, visible through the flame as it faded. Knowing my own fire wouldn't hurt me, I walked over and reached in to grasp the blade. My hand slipped right through the hilt. I frowned. Fucking ghost sword was intangible. Of course. Reaching out with my connection to my Primal Force, I dispersed the fire. The ground around the sword was warped and cracked in a circle, but the blade itself was undamaged.
Cherry looked excited. "I can feel the power in this thing daddy." She said breathlessly. "I want it." Her voice was hungry as she stared at the still glowing sword. Interested to see what could make her so excited, I went ahead and appraised the thing. Curious what it was.
[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Soulshredder- D rank. A blade of nightmare crystallized from fear upon the death of its wielder and forged in the primal fires of creation to attain true existence.]
My eyes widened. That was...wow. That was new. The sword had been a construct, had been a creation of the Fear System. When the Fright Knight had died, something about the powers unleashed and that grave marker thing had reforged the sword. I suspected the Fright Knight himself burning up in the flames had helped, given the nature of the sword as a fear focus, but regardless of the reason, this thing wasn't a construct anymore. It was real.
That was a huge deal. Don't look at someone like me and assume D rankers were easy to create. To put it in context you could create a whole city at C rank. Making a D rank weapon with no points by accident was crazy. I made a mental note not to randomly spit powerful alchemical concoctions at dangerous ghosts without any preparations in the future. I was pretty lucky the sword was the only thing to come out of it.
Still, I nodded to Cherry, allowing her to reach out and pick the thing up. When she grasped the hilt, her eyes flashed green. My Wraithborne Brigand was still F ranked actually, rather than the E of the other girls, but I hadn't found the right item to merge her with. The sword was...interesting. I might consider merging her with the weapon if she wanted. As a D ranked artifact it would even her out to E, but I suspected she'd rather wait and merge with it at D rank to make the most of the thing.
Still, she was extremely happy with the blade, holding it against herself and cooing happily. Sindy stepped up next to us, pouting. "Not fair she gets presents." Said my living lich. I grinned at her, pulling her against me for a hard kiss. She purred, wriggling against me. I hadn't had a chance to try out that high rank opal pussy yet, and considered doing it now, but sadly we were in the middle of something.
I swatted her on the ass. "Be good, and I'll give you a different kind of sword later tonight. From what I've seen you'll enjoy that more anyway." She smirked at me, and backed off as expected. Siegfried looked amused at the byplay. "Sorry about that Sieg. Gotta keep my ladies happy, you know?"
He snickered. "My Gudrun has long since moved on from this world, but well do I remember such necessities. Think nothing of it brother." He took another bote of lamb. "I must say, I am certainly glad I was sent on this outing. It has been most entertaining. I trust we will be able to secure a strong foothold for Checkmate in the city, and your payment of depleted promethium will be well earned."
"Of course." I said smugly. "I always live up to my bargains. As is the way of our people. I admit to being excited about the delivery of the promethium. It will be most useful." It would give me a ton of points most likely, plus the material itself would be a good base for merges. I could outfit my people with some nice gear. More than my people really, I could probably outfit all of PENGUIN'S people with gear, given the sheer volume of the stuff I'd be getting my hands on.
Once the Talons finished setting everything up, we all sat down again, and discussions on how to distribute the city were open again. Naturally, people began lobbying for their old territories, or at least the equivalent of them in Brightedge. However, the possible ramifications of what I could do had clearly been on everyone's mind. Sal Maroney was the first to directly address it, as he turned to me. "Mr. Mammon. I was hoping to discuss an alliance of sorts. You seem incredibly strong, perhaps we could hire you to act as gaurantor for some of our businesses?"
Trust the mobster to try to rope me in with a protection racket. But I didn't mind, it was a solid idea actually. It would essentially put the Maroney family under my control, but without forcing them to lose their reputation or damaging their interests. Of course, who knew what the Maroney's were even able to hold onto in the next city, but they had manpower, and I was sure that could be some kind of benefit.
I smiled widely. "I think that would be acceptable, yes. Perhaps we can discuss the terms of service at a later time. But I am more than willing to make an appearance at your businesses should someone attempt to make trouble. I already have such an arrangement with Mr. Cobblepot, after all. " No sooner had I said that then I was inundated with excited offers from the other crime families.
Penguin was a power in the city, but I knew that his rapid expansion during the first night of the merge had been a bit of a mystery to everyone. With the girls and I helping, he'd made a powerful impression. Not everyone would have the sources to hear about my involvement, and even if Rampage had been mentioned that didn't mean they knew the circumstances of our battle.
I smiled widely as the numerous powerful people attempted to lobby me for protection and slowly began to converge under my banner. Granted, I still had a long way to go to take the whole city, but this was a hell of a first step. Regardless, I had to continue at this pace. With the arrival of the Fear System host, I was officially starting to worry something was brewing. I'd had a bad feeling for a while now, and this only confirmed that worry. My thumbs were pricking, and if I didn't figure out why I wasn't sure I'd survive the next few months.
April 7th 2016 Brightedge City, The Perigrinator's Club, 10:30 PM EDT
Five. Five crime bosses had come under my banner, nominally 'hiring' me for protection, but in reality submitting to me as boss. Sadly, with the city still so in flux, none of them could be considered real owners of their territory, and so I couldn't either. Hell, considering it had been merged into a whole, I wasn't sure I could even get points for conquering parts of the city. I might need to own the whole thing to get those GP.
Once that part of the proceedings was out of the way though, Siegfried stepped forward to offer Checkmate's services during the retaking of Brightedge. Much like the crime lords offered to employ mey to save face, Siegfried's offer to work for them was a clear probe for Checkmate to try to get in on the ground floor of a new territory.
Of course, no one cared too much about that right now. Having seen the dragonslayer fight at the same level (more or less) that I could, all of them were interested in getting his organization onboard. While it might let the fox into the henhouse so to speak, it wasn't like any of these people were chickens themselves. That was for people like the Court to worry about, and Silver was being suspiciously quiet.
As that happened though, I was scanning the room for any signs of the Fear host. The bastard had to be here somewhere, and I wanted desperately to find and kill him. The longer he was active in the city, the worse things would get. Gotham had always been a shithole, and while Brightedge wasn't quite as bad, there was a not inconsiderable amount of fear to be harvested here, especially nowadays.
But no matter how many times I appraised the gathered criminals, I got nothing. Not a single fucking clue. I debated dragging away one of the girls for a quick anger fuck, but decided it might ruin my image. I had self control, even if it annoyed me to use it. After an hour or so of hashing things out, Silver called a halt to the proceedings. "Now that we've decided on the distribution of properties, we can discuss the threats we may be facing as a collective."
Everyone at the table grimaced. Of course they weren't being allowed to keep territory for free. They should have assumed they'd have to put some work in. I was curious though, exactly what she'd found out. While Barbie and Cherry had their sources, the girls were hardly the only game in town for information. The Court was, based on what Silver had said, an extension of a much larger and more expansive organization, and they were bound to have plenty of sources outside the city.
"The Court has been asking around, trying to get an idea of who may be coming to take a piece of this very lucrative pie. We've gotten plenty of answers. Most of them are still on the way, but according to reports, one of the most dangerous of these invading factions has already begun to infiltrate the city." Her voice was grave as she relayed the bad news. "They Call themselves The Cult of the Blood Red Moon."
Siegfried cursed. "Vampires." Everyone turned to look at him. "I have had some dealings with these creatures in the past. They are like an infection. Once they begin to spread their taint." I forced myself not to snicker at that sentence. "They will be impossible to staunch. Their ability to convert others to their condition is a huge headache, and no one can be trusted when they are about."
Silver grimaced. "Sadly that isn't the only issue. The Order of the Van Helsings is here as well. They may be fanatically devoted to destroying vampires, but they're also psychopaths with zero cares for collateral damage and a deep distrust of anything more than human. Considering the number of us with abilities at the table, they should worry us a great deal." She conveniently left out the fact about her faction having a zombie ninja army, which I imagine fanatical hunters of the undead wouldn't exactly love, but they did sound like an issue.
They also provided a serious distraction for the fucking Fear host, who now knew they were around and, if he wasn't a fucking moron, was planning to use them to expand his own capabilities and sow even more fear for him to harvest. "Well." I said pleasantly. "That sounds positively awful. Siegfried, my friend, I don't suppose you have some method of tracking and eliminating these diseased vermin?"
He just shrugged. "Removal of the head, fire, staking the heart. These are the traditional methods of vampire killing. As for their detection...nothing specific. Their ability to blend is perhaps their most destructive trait. Their leader would be the most obvious of their kind. A crimson haired seductress named Mary Seward, who calls herself Mary, Queen of Blood. An ancient and dangerous predator. Nearly five centuries old and crafty as fox, if the Cult is here so too is she."
Huh. Ancient vampire chick. I didn't hate the sound of her being a 'crimson haired seductress'. I already had a few redheads, but no vampires. Still, I'd have to see how strong she was. Five hundred year old vampire could put her up into C rank for all I knew, and I had no confidence in being able to subdue a C ranker...yet. Speaking of C rankers, I turned to Tamlin. "Tamlin, what say you? With all your years you must have come across her before?"
Tamlin...hesitated. "I...yes. I've met her. She is old and strong. She also keeps...powerful company, though I suspect none of them have made their way here." I saw a flash of genuine fear on Silvers face at that, which seemed weird, but they both moved on like nothing happened. "Regardless, I have a few fae hounds that may be able to help us track her down. I agree that leaving her to roam around here is a mistake."
Considering he needed me to get his wife back and I needed the city, I was pretty sure Tamlin had long since decided to make a permanent place for himself here. The Undercity was already a home to most of his followers, and he'd clearly begun the process of adapting it. He wouldn't want vampires running around any more than the rest of us, much less crazed human supremacist vampire hunters. That sounded like a bad time for everyone.
"So...vampires." I said in annoyance. "We should probably take care of them before any of the others show up. I'll work with Tamlin to track down their leader and see if we can't take care of them quickly. I don't relish dealing with waves of random criminals while also combating a force of infiltrating undead." I turned to cock my head at Silver. "Can the Court take care of the Order? I can help out if needed, but I'd prefer to focus on the vampires."
The Talons should be more than capable of taking down a bunch of bitch ass vampire hunting crazies, and it was frankly a waste of my time do it. At the very least the vampires might have some useful magic items I could loot. I doubted the Order had anything but bullshit stake guns or crossbows or whatever.
Once again, I was slightly suspicious of how relieved Silver looked at not having to interact with the vampires directly. Whoever the fuck Mary Seward worked with, they clearly didn't have a good relationship with the Court or their parent Organization. I made a mental note to check and see if I Mary was weak enough for me to engage directly and possibly question. I didn't like being kept in the dark.
"Of course." Said the busty platinum blonde. "We would be happy to dispose of the rabid dogs. No one likes them, and they're considered to be on the whole, worse than the monsters they so fanatically seek to destroy." Which made sense, considering how obnoxious fanatics in general could be. "We're more than capable of disposing of a few heavily armed lunatics."
Penguin spoke up. "That's nice, but what do we do in the meantime. This was clearly raised as a possibility so we would commit our forces to the upcoming conflict, but how do we fight vampires when we don't even know where they are." He didn't sound particularly thrilled about the necessity of fighting them at all, not that I could really blame him. He was just a boilerplate human, and getting sucked into this shit would be unpleasant for anyone.
Silver, of course, had a plan for that. She outlined a series of steps the crime lords could take to help prepare for the incoming invaders and minimize vampiric damage. Patrol routes and specific procedures to keep risks as low as possible. I tuned it out for the most post. None of this was on me, I had other job to do. I was already planning how to distribute my own forces, hopefully using Cherry to track down the vampire queen faster.
The meeting didn't go on for too much longer after that, winding down once we'd all been given tasks. I admit, Silver was better at taking control of the conversation than even I'd expected. Once everyone else left, I sent my girls to wait out front and agreed to meet Seigfried outside while I stayed behind to talk to her.
She didn't seem surprised to see me, smiling prettily as I entered. I frowned at her. "You blindsided me with that vampire issue." I said. She'd had plenty of chances to tell me it was coming, but she hadn't. She wanted control of the situation when she brought it up, and since I hadn't had a chance to react or process it she'd been able to take charge without having to actually challenge my authority.
Biting her lip, Silver looked away shyly. "The information only came into my possession at the last moment my lord. I would never be so bold as to deliberately exclude you from my plans." Despite knowing she was lying through her teeth I had to admit she sounded convincing. Every bit the aggrieved bimbutante saddened by the disdain of one of her better when she'd only been doing her best.
I stalked across the room, grabbing her chin and yanking it up to meet her eyes. "This isn't a game, Silver. I WILL kill you if you try to fuck with me. I don't do politics. If you think thew rules of etiquette will keep you alive while you pay lipservice to my cause, you're gravely mistaken."
She looked up at me defiantly. "I think that's exactly what you want from me. As long as you have an interest in me servicing you with my lips you'll be hesitant to kill me." She pouted up at me. "Are you planning to kill me off before you get a chance to enjoy my body, my lord? I've seen you looking at it. Don't you think there are more..." She slid a hand up my thigh. "Pleasant ways to discipline me when I'm bad?"
I grinned at her. She was smart. She'd seen what I wanted, and weighed her chances being deliberately defiant against being willing to give it to me. She'd made a mistake though. She seemed to think once she gave up the pussy she'd have me wrapped around her finger. Sadly for her, I wasn't the kind of guy who got wrapped.
I stepped back. "Fine then." I said simply. "If I can discipline you how I see fit, stand up, hike up your dress and bend over the table. Her eyes widened a bit, and my grin became sharper. "Hop to it girl. You want me to give you some discipline? bend over and bare your ass. I'll show you what I give bad girls." I had to stifle the gleeful laughter about to bubble up. This was going to be much faster than slow playing it anyway. By the time she left here tonight Silver would be no more capable of disobeying me than she would of walking straight.
April 7th 2016 Brightedge City, The Perigrinator's Club, 12:00 AM EDT
I'd seen plenty of amazing things in my life, but that platinum haired slut bent over the table with her bare ass hanging out of her dress and a pretty blush on her face was...up there. I had to admit, I'd lusted after Silver for a while after she sucked me off, and even years later though about looking her up sometimes. Something about seeing that prideful bitch on her knees for me drove me nuts, and she'd been one of my earliest conquests, which added a flavor of nostalgia to things.
Her bare, pale ass looked especially vulnerable hanging out of her dress as she exposed herself, and the way she refused to meet my eyes was fantastic. I was so hard I was afraid I might literally rip out of my pants just standing there. Walking over to where she was posed, I chuckled as I ran a hand lightly over a bared cheek. "Silver." I said chidingly. "Did you not wear panties tonight?"
I slid a hand down between her thighs, and enjoyed the squeak of surprise as my fingers traced over her cunt, but I didn't slide them in. I brought a hand down in a crisp smack on her ass and she grunted. "I asked you a question Silver. But since you don't seem to feel like answering how about another. Did you decide not to wear panties because of me?"
"Y-yes, my lord." She rasped, eyes unfocused with lust. I could feel her desire right now and it was a fucking bonfire. She was staring at my hard cock through my pants and all but drooling over it. I groped her ass cheek a bit, enjoying the feel. Soft, like Amy's but a bit bigger. Not anywhere near the size Whisper or even Zee had, but still pretty expansive. Decadent, I'd say. Fat and soft and creamy. I smacked it again for good measure, getting another grunt.
I reached down with one hand to unbutton my pants, letting my cock spring out, and Silver mewled in appreciation as it bounced free. I stepped up behind her and felt her tense, but with a smile I smacked my hard cock down on her ass cheeks and lower back like I was plopping it on a table. She let out a slight whine of disappointment and I smiled. "Poor little Silver. Were you hoping I'd do something else with that?"
She whined, nodding her head almost absently, and I reached down and grabbed her cheeks, sandwiching them together around my dick. I groaned at the softness. Silver had a seriously plush booty, not in terms of size, which I'd already seen, but in terms of sensation. She clearly didn't put any work into her ass, though the rest of her seemed relatively toned. Her skin was soft and smooth around my dick as I used her as cheeks to stroke myself.
"Use your words Silver. I'm enjoying this buttjob, and you aren't getting this anywhere else unless you ask like a good girl." I tweaked her desires slightly, not to make her more submissive, but to make her ENJOY submitting. She would cream her panties (so to speak) every time she obeyed and order from me.
"Please...my lord." She whimpered. "Put it inside me." Her tone was feverish and desperate, and on checking her desires I saw that this little slut had been thinking about me quite a bit. She'd thumped her muffin to me more than a few times in the short time we'd been apart. Not because I was so awesome or because love at first sight or anything like that, but because the idea of being used by someone as strong as me made her fucking drip.
Silver was a pretty messed up girl. She'd long since internalized her place in the Court as being her source of self worth. She obeyed the old geezers in the court because as long as she did she was a member of the Court and that made her special. When she met me though, she'd seen someone MORE impressive. Just think, if she could be dragon daddys new slut bunny she'd be so powerful, so respected.
She CRAVED me. Not her pussy, like some of my girls, but her ambition. I kind of liked it. I put the head of my cock against the lips of her pussy, hands gripping her hips to keep her from throwing it back. She almost sobbed with need. "PLEASE." She begged. "It's so good my lord. I promise. It'll be so good for you. Use it. Make it yours. Fuck the pussy. FUCK IT!"
I grinned down at the whining little slut. I was fucking loving this. I started to push in, the head of my dick forcing her admittedly tight pussy apart inch by inch as I sank in. I didn't let her push back even a centimeter though, holding her pinned completely immobile as I slowly slid myself inside her. I had kind of misread this girl. Her desperate need for validation and power made all my little tricks with my real identity pointless.
Without even needing to use my power, I felt her orgasm at the sensation of me splitting her in two, her cunt fluttering and legs spasming as her pussy soaked the ground under us, but despite how nice that was I didn't speed up. "This is mine huh?" I said conversationally. "I can have it whenever I want?" I finally bottomed out and she grunted gleefully, wriggling her hips in my grip to try and get me as deep as she could. "What's it gonna cost me?"
Silver giggled in triumph. "Power my lord. Pussy for power. Obedience for power. My soul for power. Use me take me fuck me break me all for power." I slid out and then shoved back in, earning a cry of shock and something halfway between pleasure and pain. "Yes!" She squealed. "Take it! Give me what I need and take the payment out of my ass master!"
I chuckled and slid back out before slamming home again, starting a slow but quickly increasing tempo. "You think I need to pay for a slut like you? You think this is worth my power? You better be better than this slut. You better milk my fucking nuts bone dry if you want me believe this hole is worth my time."
"YES!" She hissed. "I'll take it master. Let go of my hips. Let me get it. I'll suck you dry. All you have to do is take me and I'm yours.I saw those flames, I know what you are, take your treasure master. All dragons deserve a horse of Silver. I deserve this. I'm so much better than those pathetic old fucks in the Court. I'm treasure! I should belong to a dragon."
I laughed as I fucked her pounding her into the creaking table. Just to see what she'd do I let go of her hips and sure enough that hot little bitch planted her feet and started throwing that ass back. I grinned in enjoyment, putting my hands behind my head and letting her go to town. The grunts of effort mixed with the smack of bare ass on hips and the slop of soaked pussy being stuffed.
Despite being obviously exhausted she didn't slow down either, Silver was working for that nut. I felt my balls start to tighten but I wasn't letting this end so soon, not even my first orgasm. I slapped a cheek, relishing the feel, and Silver didn't slow down. I weighed my options, checking to make sure there was no one at the door, and did something impulsive. I took off my mask.
"If you stop now I'm never going to touch you again." I hissed in smug satisfaction. Silver looked confused, but when she looked up her eyes widened. Her hips hitched slightly but didn't stop, forcing herself back down my cock with a wet slap despite her surprise. She'd slowed down quite a bit though. "Ni-Nick? That's not possible. You can't be Lord Mammon."
I slapped her cheek again, letting some Primal Force dance across my fingers into her cheek, the faint shock making her pussy convulse. "You gonna stop Silver? You gonna stand on pride and throw away your chance to be stronger? Because I can make you strong. Not just socially, I can give you real power, the same way I gave it to myself. Do you want it?"
She bit her lip, staring at me in near confusing as she continued to fuck back at me before wailing. "Yes master! Please! You can have me. Every inch. It doesn't matter if I hated you before. This is yours now, just make me stronger! Make me important. Make me your treasure!"
I picked up my face, joining in with her fucking as we met in the middle and her pussy got even hotter and wetter and tighter. "Fuck!" I groaned in joy. "I needed this tonight. Sell me your pussy whore. I'll give you the down payment right now. Milk it out of my balls with this cunt."
Silver was so caught up in things she didn't even bother to question that. "Please master. Give it to me. Let me have it all. I'll earn it I promise." Her pussy was molten as we fucked and I loved it. I reached down and snatched up her legs at the knees, and she scrambled with her arms at the table to catch herself before I stopped her slide. Then I REALLY started to fuck.
She wailed in confusion and panic at the loss of her balance but it quickly turned to screams of enjoyment. I considered fucking with her via my desire power, making every thrust orgasmic, but clearly Silver wanted to be dragon bait, so I decided to let her. I channel some Primal Force in the form of electricity through my dick, not enough to do damage, but enough to make her wet pussy buzz a bit.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." She chanted as I pounded into her, mouth hanging open in shock and pleading with me to take her, eyes unfocused as she laid there and just took my dick. This was every bit as good as I always imagined. Her pussy was as , much fun as her mouth. I couldn't help but imagine I'd done this the first time I'd used her all those years ago. I could have been getting this for almost half a decade now.
But I shook my head. This was good pussy, but it wasn't magic pussy. I wouldn't change how things ended up. Not for this. Besides she was mine now anyway. I was going to wear this bitch out. "Fuck." I spat. "I'm gonna nut. You gonna take it whore? Gonna take your master's cum? I'll get you pregnant for sure. Stupid little human womb wont be able to stop my dragon cum. You want to get bred?"
Silver wailed. "Anything! I'll have your baby. Just take care of me master. Put me in charge of everything! I'll manage your hoard. I can organize your other treasures."
I almost cracked up at that. "Bitch you aren't going to be in charge? There are at least five girls ahead of you. You'll be a fuck toy at best until you earn more. You aren't becoming my manager or an important member of my organization. You're signing up for years of nothing but this. My enjoyment. Your pussy, your ass, anywhere I want. You'll take this and like it. Agree to that and I'll make you more powerful than anyone in the Court could dream of being."
"YES!" She squealed. "Do it. Fuck me! Knock me up! Whatever you want! Just make me important. I'll give you anything. Take it all!" And as I watched the orange serpent Brand form on her bare as cheek I gave her what she asked for, dumping a load as deep in her as I could get. Of course, I didn't know her up. That had just been pillow talk. Amy would kill me if I bred some little secretary bitch before her. Still, I adjust my grip to start my second round. It would be rude to stop after only a single load after all. This bitch was in for a long night. Cherry and Strega would get it. Couldn't leave a job half done.
April 7th 2016 Brightedge City, Hall of Nevers, 10:00 AM EDT
After fucking Silver for a few hours to release some frustration (letting that fucking Fear host get away passed me off, but starting a massacre or holding any of the crime lords would have been a mess) I made her suck me clean and sent her packing with a slap on the ass. Her squeak was pretty hot as she bolted off to work on tracking down the Order, and I went back to the hall of nevers to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning I was refreshed and ready to take on the day. I hadn't made much on Silver in terms of GP, but turning that slut into a drooling mess after so many years was another kind of satisfying. That girl was stuck up to the extreme the first time I met her, and while a quick suck had helped me relieve the aggravation back then, it was nothing compared to putting that pussy through its paces.
Sadly, the time for banging busty blondes was over for the moment, now it was time to work, which is why I found myself waiting outside my castle for Tamlin's delivery of one Cu Sidhe. A fae hound that would be able to help me track the vampires in the city.
The woman standing outside was one of his Dryads, though not one I'd met before, and she was as usual pretty sexy. Paler than most, with barely any green to her skin and her green hair in a delicate braid down her back, she was wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket with jeans a t-shirt. She smiled at me when I approached. "Lord Nicholas." She said wryly. "I bid you greetings from his grace Tamlin the Falconer, and come with your assistance for this great task you undertake on behalf of the city."
I'd somewhat assumed Tamlin would come with me, but given his obvious wariness of Mary I wasn't going to push it. If he was going to bitch out last minute he'd just slow me down. I crouched down next to the large black dog reaching up to scratch behind its ears. "Hey there bud. Aren't you just the goodest boy." I said to him cheerfully, ruffling his floppy ears in greeting.
The dryad raised an eyebrow, and I rolled my eyes. "Look. I like dogs ok? They're cute and they do what you want them to. They're loyal and fuzzy." Which was true. I wasn't an emotional person, but I liked my creature comforts. Dogs were big warm buddies, and you didn't have to be capable of interpersonal attachment to like them. I could still feel happiness, and cuddling a dog made me happy. I wasn't going to turn into a total baby talking idiot about it but I could still chill with a puppy.
The dryad just shrugged, handing me the leash she'd been holding. "Lord Tamlin says you can keep him. Consider him a gift. His name is Magnus." With that she turned and walked away as I played with my new dog, and I was so wrapped up I didn't even check to see if she had a nice ass until she was out of sight. Damn.
"Alright Magnus." I said, hopping to my feet after rolling around on the ground a bit with him. "We're hunting vampires today. You know what those are?" He barked, and I blinked in surprise. "That...kind of sounded like a yes. Ok bark once for yes and twice for now. You know what vampires are?" Bark. "You've met one before?" Two barks. "You know what one smells like though?" Bark.
Damn, this was convenient. I was secretly stoked to have gotten such a cool dog. Dinah was going to be thrilled when I brought him home. He could chill with the baby for protection. "Alright bud, let's bounce then. The sooner we identify where these assholes are the sooner we can raid the place and kill them." I had a sneaking suspicion the Fear host would be seeking out the Cult of the Blood Red Moon first thing. So the faster we could track them down and prevent that from happening the better.
I tugged Magnus's leash, but only gently, and sure enough he picked up the hint and moved exactly how I wanted him to. What a good boy. Then we headed off in the direction of town. The Hall of Nevers was at the edge of the city, and Brightedge proper was pretty large, so we had a bit of a walk ahead of us, but I didn't mind. It wasn't like I got tired, and it gave me a chance to do some planning about my next steps with this whole system thing.
My options were limited, that was just a fact. I needed to get rid of the Fear host before one of the others showed up. If two of them attacked me together I might not be able to handle that shit. Speaking of handling things, I also needed to get that Raven girl under my control. She was strong as fuck, at the same level as Tamlin and Mordiel, and I could really use that kind of support. Plus those fat goth titties. I wanted to make em bounce.
So that was two things on my list, but I needed a cleansing object of presumably at LEAST the same level as Raven to remove her father's influence, and I had to actually find the system users, so my best first step was to find and stake out the vampires (hah). When the Fear host showed up I could jump and kill him, after possibly pumping him for information about the other systems in case he knew something I didn't.
As I considered my options, I began to notice the streets around me changing. The architecture got more luxurious and stylized, the houses bigger and more palatial. This was the area where Cherry Hill used to be, and it had been changed in the merge. It made sense I'd get her quickly since Cherry Hill was where my estate had been, but I wasn't too upset about finding my way to this place. I was pretty sure that vampires liked fancy shit, so it was as good a place to start as any.
As I wandered past the buildings, Magnus sniffed and snuffled, trying to catch a scent I had no way of detecting myself. My nose wasn't that good, and while I could MAKE it that good, it would be a pointless waste of an upgrade to do so. I had my new doggo now anyway, so he could do the sniffing. We wandered for about twenty minutes like that, crossing in between houses and behind estates, trailing down winding driveways and side paths.
Finally, as we were walking through a park, Magnus tensed. I stopped, raising an eyebrow at him, but not speaking. To my delight, he seemed to understand the request for more info, because he tugged his leash, wandering off into a copse of trees and pulling me behind him. I did my best to walk silent, controlling my steps to prevent my weight from breaking sticks and leaves loudly enough to tip anyone off.
We trailed through the trees to one side of the path, walking through shadows and into dark places untouched by the light of the sun. Hunting vampires this should probably be worrying, but I wasn't scared of some undead suckbags, I was a fucking dragon. I just strolled unconcerned through the dark underbrush until we came to a large clearing, in which stood a huge and somewhat crumbling cathedral.
The whole place was straight out of a gothic horror movie, pieces of loose stonework strewn about and overgrown with ivy, cracked walls giving slight glimpses inside the structure so I could get quick glimpses of shadowy forms that might have been vampires or might have been rocks. I looked down at Magnus. "Here?" He whuffed quietly, clearly knowing that a full bark right now would be too loud. Good boy.
I let him lead me around to the side, where the scent got stronger I supposed. I took my time and watched out backs, unwilling to get jumped by fanged assholes from behind like some slutty teen summering in a Romanian village. When we came to a spot with an incredibly thick shadow cast over it, Magnus started to growl, and I nodded to myself. Found them I guessed. I wasn't planning to fight, but if they jumped us I was confident I could escape even with the dog to slow me down.
Moving toward the wall where a small hole was located, I peeked inside to see...nothing. Not like darkness, but like a totally empty church. I looked up at the ceiling, half expecting to see the bastards hanging from the rafters like bats, but nothing. Huh. I slipped through the door slowly and quietly, doing my best not to alert any possible vamps still hanging around, however figurative that may be.
Magnus's growl got louder, and I tried to shush him, but when he didn't react I just shrugged and let him pull me along. I couldn't sense anything nearby. My senses weren't as good as his when it came to scent, but my eyes and ears were plenty sharp. There was legitimately nothing around here. No movement, no scuffling. Even if they were remaining totally still and silent how long could they manage that.
We approached the back corner of the room, the growl growing louder, and I was now sure that none of these bastards were here. I had good senses, and while they weren't perfect, they should be plenty strong enough to find a whole bunch of vampires. But Magnus was sent by Tamlin to help, and the Dryad TOLD me Tamlin said he'd be useful. Fae didn't lie. They manipulated the truth and pulled bullshit with words, but Tamlin had no reason to try to trick me yet. There almost had to be vampires here, so where the fuck were they.
As we got closer though, I also started to smell something. Not vampires, at least not probably. Something more annoying. Something I'd smelled before a few times after fights. Death. I could smell corpses here. Real corpses I assumed, not animated ones, and sure enough as we came around the corner, there was...a scene.
The bodies were posed for me. In a really weird way actually. An older woman and a series of teen girls, all sitting in a series of expensive padded chairs and loveseats, with saucers of tea in their hands. They all wore old fashioned dresses and bonnets, which I was sure they hadn't had on in life, and their fingers were curled around the saucers in the tight grip of rigor mortis.
I sighed and looked down at my dog. "Goddamn it. This where you smelled the vamps?" He barked once. "Great, so they hung around here staging this shit for a few hours to leave a scent marker. Don't suppose they left a trail out of here?" Two barks. "Of course not. That would be far too easy."
Reaching into my pocket, I fished out my phone and punched in a number. "Yeah, Silver? Need your Talons for a cleanup. Vamps dumped a bunch of girls in an old church to throw off my tracker. Its in a clearing off what used to be woodside park in Cherry Hill. Good, I'm getting out of here want to try and catch a trail, take care of it." I hung up once I got her affirmation and turned to my dog. "Alright bud, we're doing a lap of this place to try and find a trace of them, if we can't we'll try a different angle." I wasn't wandering around the whole fucking city waiting to catch a scent. We could use Magnus to narrow things down, but a lead would help us start the search. Probably time to call Nightwing.
April 7th 2016 Brightedge City, Cross and Coffin pub, 1:00 PM EDT
Surprisingly, Nightwing DID have a lead for finding vampires in Gotham. I was pretty shocked, but apparently Gotham had played host to bloodsuckers before, and the league's resident almost-chad had dealt with them before. Meeting him downtown at a pub with a REALLY obvious name was a decent enough lead. Stopping outside I, I stepped up next to Nightwing and just stared in wry disbelief at the building.
"You've got to be kidding me." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at how obvious the place was. Not even just the name either, the whole front was covered with velvet drapes to block the sun and every possible surface was black. "Please tell me it wasn't like this before the merge? Because if you tell me you frequented a place like this I'm going to lose all respect for you." Which, granted, wasn't saying much, anyone who let pussy like Zee go because he could get Barbie to keep her inner bitch in line deserved pity at best.
He smirked wryly. "I...uh. Met a girl here. Tanya. She's actually the one we're here to see. She's an older vampire, lots of ins with the big boys. She used to be one of Dracula's personal retinue, until she got bored of the drama and moved to Gotham." At my incredulous look he just snickered. "Right? How much drama can Dracula cause that he makes GOTHAM look sane?"
Giving him a conspiratorial nod, I said. "I'm guessing she's a pro at sucking more than blood?" Pansy ass or not, Nightwing didn't strike me as the kind to go all forbidden love on some undead bitch. He had plenty of bad qualities, but being an edgy goth nerd wasn't one of them.
Clearing his throat, he looked away. "I don't usually talk about that kind of stuff but...well, lets just say not having to breathe and not having a gag reflex are a fantastic combination of traits." I snorted at that and decided maybe I could respect this guy just a bit. Not like he was a threat to me anyway. I'd thoroughly broken all my girls. After a deliberation I held out a fist for him to bump and he chuckled and rapped his knuckles against mine.
Interested to see some of these vamp chicks, I followed him to the door, which was a pull and not a push, as well as set lower into the street in an alley down some stairs. He rapped on it a few times, and someone opened a window in the steel, looked us over, then closed it. There was the sound of like, thirty locks flipping, and then was stepped back as the door pushed open. The man in the doorway waved us inside, and we followed him in.
He didn't speak, just led us to the edge of wise open floor. They'd removed the first level, so while I could see the windows with the curtains, they were at the top of a much larger room than expected. Following Nightwing along the line of the room, we left the other guy behind and headed to a back corner. A woman with long brown hair and fat creamy tits exposed by a deep necked black gown sipped blood from a gold chalice as she watched the dance floor, where goths who were just normal humans danced with actual vampires.
When we arrived, she smirked up at Nightwing. "If it isn't my favorite birdy. And you brought a friend this time. You hoping momma will help you two have some quality bonding time?" The pale and admittedly sexy woman licked her lips as she scanned me over hungrily.
Nightwing cleared his throat. "Tanya. So good to see you. Sadly no, we're here for business not for pleasure." He sounded unbothered by the offer of a threeway, but also uninterested, which was good, because I didn't cross swords. More power to guys that liked to double stuff, but if I wanted to do that I'd just learn a cloning spell or something. "Mind if we sit down?"
The pout on the older woman's face (I'd have put her mid thirties when she was turned) was alluring, but she wasn't my type. Too...try-hard for me. "Boring. Oh fine, sit, sit. I'll summon the serving maid to bring you something to drink." She glanced over at a dark haired girl who was walking by, snapping her fingers. "You, mortal. Attend me." She said imperiously. I saw Nightwing wince at that, but he let it go. It was a true statement at least.
The girl, a pale, pretty little thing with dark eyeshadow and red streaks in her hair, scurried up. She had long legs wrapped in black leather pants and a midriff baring corset with long unattached sleeves that bared her shoulders. Her green eyes were wide with enthusiasm as she hurried over. "Yes miss Tanya?" She said hopefully. "Is there something I can help you with?"
Tanya waved a hand at us. "My guests require mortal sustenance. Your kind have your own menu here. Fetch them whatever they wish, I'll pay for it." She glanced over the girl casually. "Actually, you look rather tasty. Are you on the menu dear one?" She turned to grin at Nightwing. "If sharing a man isn't to your taste darling, perhaps we could share this tasty treat?" The girl blushed, and stuttered out a denial about being on the menu. I found her cute enough to try a quick appraisal.
[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Sally McKnight- G rank wiccan. The daughter of a pharmacist from a small new england town, Sally was the leader of an all girl punk band that came to new york to make it big. Losing her friends to the lure of drugs and minor celebrity, Sally found herself drawn to vampirism. She possesses a sizable latent talent for witchcraft inherited from a powerful ancestor who specialized in white magic.]
I looked at her in a whole new light. Now wasn't that interesting. "Say." I said smoothly, smiling at her under my mask. I usually kept the mouth retracted since I'd learned to do so, as it made eating easier and made my easier to hear. "Why don't you sit with us and have something to eat. It's on me if Tanya doesn't want to pay. My friend and Tanya are old acquaintances but I'm afraid I feel like something of a third wheel." I held out a hand. "I'm Mammon by the way."
Sally blushed. "Like...the demon prince of greed?" Her eyes widened at my chuckle. "I mean...of course not, it's just a name I'm sure. Not that it wouldn't be ok if it wasn't. I'd love to meet a demon prince. Not that I don't like meeting you now even if you're not...oh goddess please kill me and stop me from talking?" She said helplessly as she trailed off from her babble, taking my hand for a quick shake.
I pulled her down into the bench next to me with a squeak. "I'd be devastated to see such a beauty struck down. I don't mind your talking, feel free to ask what you like." She blushed harder, but I saw her face firm as she tried her best to be confident.
"Well, I'm Thorn." She said with force. Eyes locking with mine. "I work here part time while I work on my music." She blushed again. "I... I like the idea of singing my songs for eternity. There's something beautiful about the unchanging dark don't you think?"
Having spun plenty of dark edgy bullshit to get goth girls to drop their panties for me, I was able to smoothly reply. "But of course, eternity has a romance to us all. Who can resist the allure of forever. I think if any should be immortalized it would be a beauty such as you. I'm afraid vampirism is a path I must leave untrodden, however. I'm already on an eternal path as it is. No transformation needed."
Her eyes widened in awe. "Wait...you're already immortal? How? Or is that rude to ask. Are you a fae? I heard there were some of the fair folk in the city. I've always wanted to meet a fairy." I ruminated on the fact that I probably should have brought Magnus. She'd have loved him.
"Nothing so elegant I'm afraid." I said ruefully. "I'm somewhat less...refined. A descendant of dragons, and one who carries a powerful bloodline." I made it sound like I was being self-deprecating, but I was obviously humble bragging, dragons were fucking awesome. Sally clearly agreed because she looked like she'd just met her personal hero. I half expected her to whip her tits out and ask me to sign. Which I would have. She had a nice little set.
She leaned in closer, pupils dilating, and I focused on her. The vampiress had called over another server for us to order from, and I casually asked for a brandy before turning back to focus on my new potential conquest. Sally was a G-ranker already just from a latent talent. If I could wake that up before I claimed her I could rake in some serious points. Plus goth girls were good pussy. Those bitches were down to take a pounding.
Sadly, as much as I wanted to hook the little goth, I had to actually focus on my mission, so I shot her a smile to make sure she knew I was interested before turning to Tanya. "So." I said, ignoring the adorable pout on Sally, sorry we already had a Sally, Thorn's face. "We were hoping you could help us track down Mary Seward. Do you know her by any chance?"
Tanya grimaced. "Everyone sired by the master knows the Queen of Blood. She spent years by his side. I was unaware that ancient bitch was in town. I'll have to go to ground for a while."
Nightwing sighed. "So no chance you have an address for us then. What about her personality? Do you know what kind of place she's most likely to hole up in? Some kind of architectural preference? Anything you can remember might help." Despite saying so, his voice lacked any real hope.
To our surprise, Tanya nodded. "She has a fondness for water. Not being in it of course, that's uncomfortable even for someone like her. But the sight of it. The scent. She'll usually try to find something coastal when she can. She would yammer on for days about the sea when she was at court. Apparently her old lover, Andrew, lived on the ocean. It was one of the few bits of nostalgia that she allowed herself, or so she claimed."
That...might help. Magnus needed some way to track her, and getting close should help. The coast of Brightedge wasn't small, but it was a pretty tiny percentage of the whole city at least. I could work with that. Not that I planned to leave it at that. I'd still try to narrow it down a bit more.
Nightwing wasn't done either. He continued to quiz her on bits of seeming trivia, trying to string together some facts. I left him to his questioning and turned back to face Thorn. "Sorry. Important things going on. Tell me a bit more about yourself Thorn."
I had promised Zee she could research some of the results of my merges. I was sure that she could use another assistant. Jinx couldn't do everything. Plus I was betting pretty little Thorn would be thrilled to meet my sorceress. She seemed like the type to cream her panties over being introduced to magic. So I planned how to set that up as I listened to her talk. Speaking of, I hadn't fucked Zee in a while, and I bet it would be hot for Thorn to overhear my sorceress at her 'fuck me if you dare dastardly villain' finest. She might also have some info on vampires. I guessed my next destination was Shadowcrest. I'm so good at multitasking.
Lots happened this chapter, some of which will probably not be obvious until later. I will say that several characters and organizations mentioned here have wiki articles on the DC wiki that could hint toward where this is all heading. Also Thorn is from scooby doo, if anyone didn't know, I've always loved the character. As usual pat-reon has the advance chapters on that site /malcolmtent Hope everyone enjoys.