April 8th 2016 Brightedge City, Grayson Pier, 1:00 PM EDT

I turned to glare at Cherry. "You didn't think it was a good idea to MENTION the army of werewolves?" It was probably unfair, I could see that they were fear constructs, but I was still annoyed. This was why we did fucking recon damn it! I didn't have time for this shit.

Mary chuckled seductively. "Oh, don't blame the little ghost girl. You think a vampire as old as I am doesn't have wards for detecting spirits. Especially in Gotham." She paused. "Or what used to be Gotham. Still getting used to that. Regardless, it isn't her fault. I took precautions to hide my little friends." She pouted at me sexily. "Or are you upset to be spending time with me? I can't see your face under that mask but your body is phenomenal. And that blood." She gave a full body shudder. "I can feel it through your veins. Such power."

I grinned at her. "You can have some if you like. You just have to close your eyes and suck it out of a hose." She actually smirked a bit at that.

"I think it would be easier just to spill it all over the ground. But if you decide to give in and let me have a sip without a fuss you can let me know at any time. I can't guarantee my friends here will stop in time, but at the very least you might be able to survive. Now, all of you-" Her voice was cut off by a startled yelp as she dove behind one of the werewolves.

Barbie had apparently gotten annoyed and opened up with the holy fire flamethrower, hosing the whole room down in consecrated white flame. Sadly the werewolves didn't seem to mind it, though the flames did spark up a few drapes and a couple bookshelves. She put them out with the paintball gun, showing absolutely pinpoint accuracy and managing to tag at least three of the vampires.

Mary hissed with displeasure, gesturing her minions, vampire and werewolf alike, forward. To clarify the situation, I finally had a chance to use appraisal on her real quick as we engaged.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Mary Seward- C rank vampire queen. Known as Mary, Queen of Blood, Mary was a servant girl for Andrew Bennett, a young nobleman's son. When Bennett disappeared his father took the opportunity to assault her repeatedly. When Andrew returned to reveal he'd been turned into a vampire,he turned Mary, who then murdered his father and left on a quest for vengeance. Traveling to live with a distant relative she came across Vlad Tepes, quickly becoming a favorite of his and earning a place in his court.]

Ok, so that was...not super useful. I already knew most of that, but hey, at least I'd confirmed her rank. She was C rank, though from what Tamlin had said she wasn't as old as he was, so probably not as strong. I was pretty sure I could take her. The issue was all these fucking werewolves, most of which appeared to be D rank. I didn't know if the Fear host had these stashed away before or found a really good fear source, but these bitches would be too much for my girls.

Growling in frustration, I roared and pounced on the first werewolf, the one in front of Mary, and tore it in half with my bare hands. She grinned at me. "Oh, how forceful. I like my men with a little animal in them." Eyes flashing red she lashed out with a pair of claws. I put up both arms, letting them skate over my scales, drawing sparks as I smashed a punch out at her face.

Giggling and dancing backwards, Mary clapped her hands in glee. "Oh, wonderful, you're every bit as fun as he promised. You will make a wonderful sacrifice. After all, there's a certain poetry in sacrificing a dragon to resurrect a princess." She paused. "Well, Queen, but my way sounds better." She dove in again, claws blurring as she tried her best to disembowel me. Sadly for her, they smashed into a spike of purple stone that had exploded from the ground between us, pushing her back.

"Excuse me." My wife said, her voice as cold and angry as I'd ever heard it. "That dragon already HAS a princess. Two in fact. If you'd like to apply for a third position you can make an appointment. Assuming you survive the night." Her eyes sparking with purple light, she unleashed a massive wave of purple crystal spikes at Mary, whose eyes widened as she danced back out of the way.

Note to self, C rank vampires are NOT within my ability to handle alone yet. This had been a fucking trap, and I was pissed. Whoever this Fear host was knew more about me than he should, and I absolutely wasn't going to put up with him endangering me and mine. I reached into my pouch and pulled out a familiar bottle, popping the cork with the claw on my thumb and taking a long pull.

Mary's source must have briefed her on this because she hissed at the sight of the brandy.. As I stoked the fire in my stomach and spat out a burst of green gold flame, she screamed in outrage. A hand came up from her pocket, clutching a talisman with a design I'd never seen before. She held it in front of herself and a dome of darkness appeared to block the flames.

The reaction when it made contact was like fire hitting a lake, the shadows consumed the flames, emitting a hiss as they boiled off, but it was more than enough to protect Mary. By the time the dome faded she wasn't even standing there anymore. I stepped back, putting my back to Amy's. Between the two of us we had enough power in ranged and melee combat to negate Mary's advantage from what I'd seen.

I looked around to check on the girls, and they seemed fine. They'd grouped up, and Cherry was taking advantage of their distraction to backstab as many of the werewolves with soulripper as possible while Barbie rained down star bolts (apparently she'd figured out the knack) and Sindara chained them with shadowy ropes.

Seeing they were fine I began searching as hard as I could in the nearby area for any signs of Mary. She'd been way too prepared. That amulet had hard countered my brandy breath. I slipped a hand into my pouch and pulled out an emerald. I'd had an idea after making the stakes, if the emerald could act as a carrier for the energy and upgrade the stake itself then I might be able to make something usable out of just the stone.

I focused on the storm raging inside me, condensing the most destructive and chaotic aspects of my Primal Force into the emerald as I waited, and when I noticed a slight disturbance I spun and hurled the overcharged stone like a fastball at the spot I'd noticed the movement. The stone streaked across the space, arriving in front of the vampiress as she emerged from the shadows.

Hissing again, Mary whirled her coat up over her head to block her face and upper body as the stone detonated. An explosion of life force and destruction formed midair where the emerald had exploded, but I was already moving through it, having drawn my stake and aiming it at Mary's heart as she was distracted by the blast. I slammed it down on her chest through the coat as a spike of purple stone speared up behind her, Amy blocking her path.

With the coat in the way I couldn't see where her heart actually was, but I was almost positive I'd gotten close, at least until she reached up to grab it, her hand burning as she wrapped it around the stake and tore it from her flesh with a roar of pain. She hurled it at my face and I reached up to bat it away, only to get smashed by her shoulder and sent flying back. With an inhuman screech she turned on the spot, her body shifting as she did, wings exploding from her back, and streaked up into the air, smashing through a skylight.

I knelt to follow, but Amy grabbed my arm. "Don't!" She said urgently. "It's another trap. One on one neither of us is strong enough to take her, and the stake won't work again. Your advantages will all be gone if you fight in the air. I know you want to take care of her, but we need to focus on destroying the rest of them. It'll take her time to replenish her forces, and they won't be as strong."

I sighed and nodded, letting my scales roll away until I was only sporting them up to the elbows. "Yeah, you're right. That stake didn't kill her but it at least hurt. I doubt she'll manage to heal that wound anytime soon. We can kill the rest of them and search the house. Mary will be a problem for another time. Though we need to figure out what the hell the sacrifice she was talking about is. I don't like the sound of her sacrificing me to revive a 'Queen'."

The only real upside was that it didn't make sense for her to have been talking about Tsaritsa since she wasn't dead. Of course, that meant we had ANOTHER dangerous supernatural monarch to worry about but I'd deal with that when I came to it. Maybe we could find some clues in their stuff. She clearly hadn't been expecting me to chase her off. My preparations had fucked up her trap well enough that she might have left some stuff behind when she fled.

With me helping we made quick work of the other vampires (mostly E rankers) and the werewolves, who were at the most barely D rank. Once I tore the last one in half I kicked its head off its shoulders in a fit of annoyance. "Fuck!" I hissed. " I'm getting real sick of this fucking monster making asshole. Now this crazy vampire bitch wants to use me as a sacrifice?"

Not that I had any idea to who yet. I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "Alright. Everyone search the house. Stick together, pairs at least. And keep your flamethrowers out. They should work on more than just vampires. Let me know if you find anything." They all made affirmative noises.

Amy stepped up behind me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, trap or not you had the foresight to put countermeasures in place. Plus they clearly weren't prepared for everything. Seems like they were using information from our little outing for Penguin. I held back more than a bit that first night. Whoever this monster maker is they clearly did their research, but they weren't prepared for most of your tricks."

That was a good point actually. Amy had taken her completely by surprise. They has also seemed a bit thrown by my party favors with Mary not even dodging the stake. They were working off old information. I could use that. In fact it gave me an advantage. They could basically only react and not act themselves.

I let out a long breath. This hadn't been my fuckup. I'd been working on incomplete information. Now that I knew they were already working together I'd include that in my plans. I'd played this right, lots of prep and recon, and we'd come out of it on top, even if it kind of felt like we lost. "Thanks Ames. You're right. And thanks for having my back out there."

Her reaction time had been damn solid, and she'd worked with me well. We had practice with each other's styles from sparring but she'd put that into action better than expected. "Of course." She said with a smile, holding out her hand. "Now let's go search through spoils and see if we turn anything up."

April 8th 2016 Brightedge City, Grayson Pier, 2:00 PM EDT

Naturally, we turned that fucking house upside down. With Cherry there to scour the halls with her ghost powers, we even found a sizable chunk of hidden compartments. Most of them seemed to have been made recently, but the house had apparently had a few when they moved in too. Fucking Gotham. Even after the merge this place was annoyingly dramatic in way too many ways.

As expected, we found quite a bit of useful shit, but sadly nothing super high tier. I guess it was too much to expect them to cart around expensive magical artifacts. I really wished I could have gotten my hands on that damn amulet, that thing had tanked my brandy breath head on. It had to be at least C rank. Just thinking about all those points made me want to punch a baby.

Looking at the objects on the table in front of me though, I was happy to see I'd gotten at least a few items of value. Mostly G rank stuff, but a few F's and even one or two E ranked artifacts. Mostly stuff the vampires had been carrying on them in the latter cases. I guess Mary had kitted out her minions so they could cause more trouble.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Ravenscar binding- E rank. Unleash the monster within. Hands restrained, heart unburdened. Power ever soaring.]

I was getting better at figuring these out. It took me a while to get the knack for it. The higher the rank the more abstruse the description. This thing was a goth-y looking straightjacket with silver buckles. Based on the description by wrapping yourself in it you could get stronger, but the power came with a berserking attribute. Plus...y'know, no hands. Regardless I wasn't turning down free points. I checked the next one. An F rank umbrella.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Misty Moon Watergleam Parasol- F rank. Gathering deception into physical form. This powerful artifact can condense illusionary mist that only the keenest eyes can pierce, as well as allow the wielder to dissolve into a misty form themselves, hiding amongst the fog to appear and attack.]

That one was impressive. I'd gotten enough of these little party favors to bump myself up to five million two hundred fifty thousand exactly. That would make things much easier to keep track of, but I stuffed them all into my pouch when I saw Cherry hurrying over with a box of what looked like old books. A quick appraisal told me what it was, and it was more valuable to me than any of the high ranked objects lying around.

"I found something." My ghost yelped excitedly. "This was in a hidden bricked over room in the basement. Along with...frankly a whole shit ton of dead bodies. I assume they were the early attempts at 'sacrifices'. They have runes carved all over them, mostly variations of the same thing. Looks like she was practicing. At least one of these books should tell us what we need to know right?"

I grinned at her, pulling her in for a rough kiss and a pinch on the ass. She squeaked but beamed at me. She'd been sulky since I snapped at her about the werewolves but this seemed to perk her up. I dropped down to start skimming the books, and Barbie quickly appeared to help. My redhead loved research. I opened the first book, scanning through it to find...blood magic. Obviously. I'd have to give these to Strega to work through later, for now I needed details on what she wanted from me.

Starting with the first book I tried to sort out references to sacrifice. Pro tip, sacrifice is not a viable search term for a blood magic grimoire. Like half the fucking spells were sacrifices to something, and the rest of them INVOLVED sacrifice to function. Which, admittedly made sense since...blood magic.

There was a surprising amount of variety. Curses, augmentations, constructs, transmutation, bindings, and dozens more types of spells that would be useful but didn't tell me jack shit. Eventually though, the answer came, not from me, but from a softly gasping Barbie. I looked over at her quizzically and she held up the book. "I figured out what she wants, and it isn't good."

She cleared her throat. "And lo, when the heartland of darkness joins with the shining city, the path will be revealed. Good intentions will pave the path to hell, and unearth the dark mother, she who walked second, and the blood of the beast will awaken her, and his power shall course through her veins, and her rise shall be unstoppable. The sun will snuff out, the waves will crack the shores, and eternal night will belong to the dark children."

That was...huh. Not really ideal sounding. "Prophecies really love those fucking run on sentences huh?" I said dryly. Though inside I was kind of disturbed. This prophecy was about me, and despite being written in a notebook, it didn't exactly sound recent. Someone had predicted Brightedge, and the whole 'the blood of the beast will awaken her' thing didn't sound like it would be fun for me. "Any idea who this supposed Queen is? She who walked second?" I had a dark mother, but this sounded like someone elses dark mother, which honestly didn't seem fair. There should be a limit of one per person.

Her pretty face was scrunched in worry. "Based on this notebook...Lilith. The mother of vampires. She was Cain's wife and the second ever turned. She's...OLD. Like truly mindboggling ancient. There are references to her throughout these notes, Mary has been looking for her a long time. Centuries. She's found traces of Lilith's legend in Mesopotamia in 3000 BC or so. And she was already ancient by that point. I think letting her wake up would be a bad thing for the rest of us. Like really bad."

I agreed with her. Considering Mary was a fucking C rank vampire at less than six hundred, I wanted no fucking part of whatever vampire goddess creation myth queen bitch she was trying to pop the top on. Especially not if she needed my blood to awaken. The question was, why the fuck was the Fear host here? How did he get mixed up in this? And how the hell had some prophet predicted my merge of two cities that shouldn't have existed when they made their stupid prophecy in the first place?

None of this was lining up, and I refused to believe it was all some bullshit coincidence. I tried to find some common thread here, some inciting incident. Was it really merging Gotham and Metropolis? And if so, exactly how long had they been waiting for that to happen? And had Mary somehow gotten in contact with the Fear host or was it the other way around.

I turned to Cherry. "These practice sacrifices, I don't suppose they're next to some deep hole in the ground with mysterious energy coming out of it, or better yet a fancy magic sarcophagus that may or may not contain an unspeakable evil? We could skip a lot of possible annoyance if I could just launch Lilith's body into the sun or something. See how much good being a vampire queen does her then."

Cherry giggled at that. "Nope. Just a room full of mutilated bodies. They're mostly intact, though I think some of them have been chewed on. Weirdly the torture rack in the room is crazy well maintained. Like...every part of it is buffed and shined to perfection. It looks old but they clearly care for it a lot." She looked mystified by the fact, which I kind of understood. It was a weird thing to focus on.

Looking at Barbie, who was skimming the notebook again, I asked. "Any chance there's a convenient map to Lilith in that thing? Or any more details about what relation they have with the monster maker?" I was keeping the systems to myself, but the monster maker being so active was easy enough to explain away as random magic bullshit. It would be useful if they had some info on him.

She paged through the book, biting her lip. Barbie read almost as fast as I did, and her memory was nuts, she scanner through the majority of it while we'd been talking and after the last few pages snapped the book shut with an annoyed frown. "Nothing recent. She mentions a monster creator in Germany in the eighteenth century. His name was Victor. Apparently he was pretty famous at the time, they even wrote a book..." She froze. "Oh you have to be fucking kidding me."

I'd caught where that was going too. Fucking Frankenstein had been a Fear system host. I supposed that made sense, given Crassus had been pretty famous for his greed. It gave me somewhere to look anyway. I gestured for her to continue and as soon as she shook off her disbelief she did. "Anyway, no. They don't know where Lilith is. In point of fact, they've been out every night looking for her. She has all kinds of diagrams and maps trying to use leylines and shit to locate her, but since the city is completely different now she hasn't found shit."

I snickered a bit at that. Good. "Well, then we need to find her first. Does it give any clues about her possible location? Not a map or anything but some kind of details about where she's being kept? Evil castle, forbidden swamp, creepy underground crypt, fucking DAIRY QUEEN? Literally anything would be useful." This city was bigger than Gotham had been, and while I felt like we could use the map somehow, I doubted a tracking spell would work. The vampires would have to be fucking idiots not to have tried that.

Barbie picked the notebook back up, paging through it to get to a certain page, clearly trying to make sure she was getting it right. "It says this isn't the first attempt to revive her. Her location was lost after the last time they tried, but apparently they 'submerged her in the water of life' to try to resurrect her. It says her very nature tainted the waters, turning them foul and unclean, but her vampirism made the power of regeneration in the pool even stronger. They couldn't get her out though, you can only stay in there for a minute or so before you fucking explode unless you're dead, and then you wake up crazy."

That...actually sounded almost familiar. The revival not the pit. I'd have to ask around, but I thought the Court might have some ideas of where to find it. Their electrum was the same kind of weird shit. I sighed. "Alright. Well looks like we've stripped the place bare. Better get going before the vampires try to firebomb the house or something. It's what I would do."

The rest of them nodded and I followed behind them, covering the retreat since I was the strongest person here. For now anyway. I really needed to get around to kicking some of my girls up to D rank. Amy fell into step beside me. She'd been giving Barbie and I space for our little research party, but put her arm around my waist as she sidled up next to me. I smirked at her. "You worried about me?"

She nodded seriously. "Yes. Though not too much. You always pull through in the end. We have a direction now, a goal. From what I've seen that's when you do you best work." She smirked. "Well, that and in bed. But I know a certain little redhead who won't be able to walk straight after tonight, so one of those issues is solved. We can solve the other too." I snickered and draped an arm over her shoulders. She was right. We'd just take things as they came.

April 8th 2016 Brightedge City, Hall of Nevers, 6:00 PM EDT

We got back to hall shortly after that, but I ended up spending a few hours making calls to various sources about Lilith, and by the time I was done it was already almost sunset. Barbie didn't complain about the wait, but she slipped off after an hour or two so I figured I'd have to call her to my room. Surprisingly, when I arrived, she was there waiting for me already, alone and almost completely naked.

I say almost because knowing how much I liked her in costume, the cheeky little slut had worn her cape, cowl, boots, gloves, and surprisingly, her utility belt. I have no idea why the sight of a utility belt over a bare pussy was so hot to me but it really was, especially since she'd shaved the patch of hair over her obviously soaking cunt into a heart for me.

She looked oddly shy as I came in, looking up at me through her lashes with her head bowed. She was standing in the middle of the room, and I walked around her, sitting down on the bed to look at her coolly. She didn't turn, because she hadn't asked and I hadn't told her to. I stared down at where her cape barely reached the middle of her cute little ass. With a smirk, I reached out and smacked a cheek lightly, getting a groan from her.

"You got awfully mad at Cherry earlier." I said softly. One of the most important rules of making people listen is knowing when to talk quietly. Forcing someone to strain their ears for you means they've already fallen into your tempo. "I'd like to think that it's because you were offended. But could it be that you actually like girls more than me? Should I let you go? Send you off with Donna to get a house in the country. I can even give you Hildie. Does that sound nice?"

This was absolute bullshit obviously. Barbie was MINE. But it was fine. I could sense her desires, she absolutely didn't want that. Barbie might enjoy fucking pretty girls, but she was OBSESSED with me. She'd just been burying herself in her newly found bisexuality because I wasn't around. As expected her heartrate spiked erratically in terror at the sound of the suggestion.

She whirled around, eyes panicked. "NO!' She almost screamed. Realizing she'd done that without asking she dropped to her knees, crawling over to where I sat on bed. She wriggled in between my knees, her cute little tits bouncing as she pushed my legs apart. She nuzzled against my thigh. "I love you daddy. I promise. I'll never fuck another girl again if you don't want me to." Her face was rubbing against my cock as it hardened in my pants, and I felt through my powers that her desire was spiking.

I chuckled. "I know. That's why I allow you to play with them." Also because my harem was getting seriously out of control and I couldn't possibly fuck them all every day. Seriously. Once you've got more than like five girls you have to start delegating. It wasn't like I could stop collecting them. I was a fucking Dragon. Greed System aside I had to expand my whored. Suppressing my laughter at my mental pun I looked down at her pitilessly. "You should show your gratitude for me giving you so many toys though, shouldn't you?"

Her eyes lit up, gloved hands jerking up to fumble at my pants. "Yes daddy! I'm so very grateful. Let me show it." Her fingers slipped a few times in excitement, but my pants finally came undone, and my cock popped free to smack her in the face. She giggled almost drunkenly, showing that she'd done that on purpose because she liked the feeling. I didn't stop her as she moved to suck my dick.

As always, Barbie sucked like a pro. No gag reflex, tons of enthusiasm. Granted, the pressure and sensation were next level since her upgrade, but she didn't use any magic or special skills. She just slurped my fucking cock like it was her favorite candy. I sighed in contentment, putting a hand on the back of her head as she throated my dick all the way to the base. Seeing Batgirl fuck her face with my dick never got old.

More than that though, this was nostalgic. My broken little redhead slut on her knees for me, it reminded me of back when I first got her. Her hand roamed up my abs, while the other fondled my balls, and I smiled because my Barbie knew what I liked. Not just from experience, but because she'd watched me with so many women. She studied how I fucked, how I wanted to fuck.

I could sense it in her, in her desires, the desire to make me happy, to give me everything I wanted. She'd let me do anything to her, take her however I wanted. I could drag her to the police station and piledrive her pussy in front of the whole GCPD, take her mask off and make her tell them every sick thing she'd dreamed of me doing to her, and she'd do it. Barbie was the most accurate name in the world really. She was my prettiest most perfect little toy.

I grabbed her hair and started to fuck harder, she choked, but didn't resist, opening her mouth wider so I could go faster, making sure her teeth didn't graze me. Finally I yanked her off my cock. She stared up at me hazily, breathing hard, spit rolling down her face. "Show your ass for me, bat-slut."

She leapt to obey, standing up and turning around. I reached down to grab one of her tight little cheeks, groping it and enjoying the feel before giving it a smack. "Twerk for me." I remembered one of our earlier times together, when I'd recorded her dirty talking for Dinah, though I never showed her. I pulled out my phone. Holding it up to record. Her eyes locked on it but she didn't argue, bouncing that cute little ass in tight circles, legs bent and spread as it slid out from under her cape like a magic trick, showing cheeks and pussy in little flashes before hiding them away. "Tell the camera who you are."

She shuddered happily, swinging her ass in wider circles. "I'm daddy's Batgirl bitch. I fight crime as a hobby, but my real job is being daddy's whore."

"Good girl. Climb on my dick. Take it all. " I leaned back keeping the phone steady as she turned and crawled up on my lap. Getting up on me, she turned around, rubbing the wet lips of her cunt over the head of my cock back and forth before sinking down on it with an almost relieved moan. She slid to the bottom, grinding on me, and I slapped her ass cheek. "Did I tell you to take a fucking vacation? Ride it whore."

"Yes daddy." She groaned out, before starting to swing her hips. Barbie as a mortal had been fun. Barbie as an E rank noble was a world class fuck. She did some sinous twisting thing, ending up holding herself over my dick with both hands to the sides and her cunt in the most perfect position, before dropping herself down with a wail. Then she lifted her whole body and slid back down, fucking down on me so fast and deep her hips looked like they were flying.

"Fuck." I groaned. "You sweet little whore. Daddy missed this good pussy." I smacked her ass, driving her on faster. "Take it slut. You needed this dick didn't you? Been craving it? Did all that pussy fill the hole I left you desperate little cunt?" I was hissing that last part, my draconic temper surfacing despite knowing the answer.

"No daddy!" She squealed. "Nothing fills my hole like you! I'm daddy's girl forever. Those sluts just take the edge off! This is your pussy!" I slapped her ass again and she squeaked out a moan of joy. "Spank me daddy! Punish your bad little cunt licking whore! You going to make me stop? Going to tell me I can't lick the pussy anymore? I'll stop for you in a heartbeat."

I could tell she meant it, in fact part of her wanted me to demand it because it would mean I cared. I just snorted. "No, but I've decided to implement a rule. You can slurp as much snatch as you want, but if you want anyone to tongue this hungry little cunt daddy's load needs to be in it." Her cunt seized up at the demand, literally cumming at the mere idea of the requirement.

She gave a ragged moan and a nodded. "Yes daddy. Give your little bitch a cream filling for those sluts to enjoy. I'll make them lick every drop, I can't wait to taste it on their tongues.," I laughed at the enthusiasm. Barbie was a bit of a sick twist sometimes. The idea of making her little fuck buddies tongue her hole while it was full of my hot cum had her almost rabid with lust.

I thought it was pretty hot myself. I flipped her over on her back, watching her red hair scatter along her cape, her cowl dark around her blue eyes as her cute little tits heaved at me before I climbed on top of her and fucking plowed back in. She howled with delight at the feeling of me stuffing her. "You gonna take a load tonight bitch? Got one of our little whores waiting? Or will you surprise one?"

She laughed maniacally. "Fuck yes! Cream this pussy! Make those whores a snack daddy! Make me your sick little fucking snack! Who is it for daddy? Tell me who and I'll make them lick it all up? You want Hildie to slurp up that cum? Or maybe pretty little Emerald? Or maybe I should go find Dinah to lick me out. I bet if I told her it was for you she'd do it in a heartbeat. Stuck up bitch always pounding that fat bootied whore. Never has time to strap daddy little whore."

She was getting tighter with every word, and she actually had trouble speaking for a bit because she came a few times during her speech, I just kept fucking away. My nuts were tightening up good, this was going to be a big one, and knowing what she was going to do with it just made it that much hotter. "Donna." I growled. "Make Donna lick it all up. Make her fucking savor that shit. She'll be getting it fresh soon enough."

Giggling crazily, she nodded. "Fuck yes! Tame that uppity slut. Conquer her snobby little amazon cunt. Fuck she's so good at licking my twat but it's nowhere near as good as this. I bet I'll love it even more this time. Fuck me daddy! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ruin this pussy!"

I grinned at her idiotic rambling as she lost the ability to form coherent thoughts. I considered using my power to make her cum more, but I decided to do the opposite. I started to stoke her orgasm higher and higher, but I didn't let it trigger. Making her cum everywhere all at once wasn't bad, but since her body could take more, I was going to make her cum so hard it would break a normal girl's fucking brain.

Reaching down, I diddled her clit to make things go feaster, using the touch to make her orgasm even bigger, this was the most intense orgasm I'd ever given anyone in my life. Kind of like fifty normal orgasms all at the same time, but I kept going. Her new body could take this, I knew it could. Finally, I felt myself about to finish and I roared as I unloaded my balls deep into that perfect little pussy. Barbie's scream as she came was so loud I was worried some of the glass in the room might break. I slumped down on the bed, leaving her drooling and shaking. Fuck. I'd really missed doing that. I should make time for one on one with my girls more often.

April 9th 2016 Brightedge City, Hall of Nevers, 10:00 AM EDT

Barbie lasted the whole night, which was nice. I'd expected her to pass out halfway through. Being an E ranker clearly gave her a serious boost. She did end up going to fuck Donna like I told her, but not after the first round. After she left I went to sleep and waking up the next morning I felt absolutely fantastic. It was nice to decompress and pound out a bit of nostalgia on my favorite copper top.

When I got down to the kitchen for breakfast, everyone was already there. Barbie was glowing, Donna wouldn't meet my eyes, and the others were mostly chattering happily. Dinah, who was cooking this morning, saw me enter the kitchen and rolled her eyes with a teasing smile. "You made the brat into a morning person, will miracles never cease." I grinned back at her and leaned down for a quick kiss, then gave her a slap on the ass as I darted away.

Seeing my milfy baby mama blush after she squeaked like a teenage girl from a little spank was already the highlight of my day. "So." I said, Leaning over on the counter. "What's the plan for today? Anyone hear back from anyone about the whole vampire goddess resurrection plot? Because I'll be honest, I want to take a hard pass on playing juicebox to a ten thousand year old goth dommy mommy." I paused. "Although...no that would get old after like an hour. Yeah, that's a firm no."

Cassie giggled, and I shot the teen a wink, getting a blush in return, and a glare from Leslie when I paid attention to the other girl. She didn't seem upset at Cassie, just annoyed that I wasn't being as affectionate with her. "Barbara told Donna about that last night. Donna was catching me up before you came in. I can't believe Lilith is real. My mom is an archeologist so I've heard of a lot of random myths. Lilith is a pretty scary lady."

Barbie shook her head. "Based on the research the apocrypha from the bible is wrong. Lilith, in the myths, was supposed to be Adam's first wife, who was kicked out of Eden for failing to obey her husband. There wasn't much about her in the notebook, but it mentioned her being married to Cain, the first vampire, who was Adam's oldest son." She shot Cassie an interested look. "Could you ask your mom to look into that more though? I hadn't considered the mortal archeological angle."

The tiny blonde powerhouse shrugged. "Sure. She loves that kind of stuff. She's a total mythology nerd, how else do you think she hooked up with a greek god in todays day and age?" I refrained from pointing out that she was massively overestimating her dads standards when it came to women. Zeus was a pretty live and let live guy about who or what he dicked down. Though from what I'd heard the line was pretty much 'hot', so her mom was probably a fox.

I briefly entertained the idea of plowing Mrs. Sandsmark after I nailed her daughter, if only to claim I hit it better than the king of the gods, but I was already pretty full up on pussy without flying across the country to nail random milfs for the accolades. Maybe once Cassie was nice and broken in if her mom visited we could her a Gotham Goodbye (By which I meant a threesome, and not the infamous sex move involving getting a can of cold soup up her ass. Honestly, even I had standards.) but until them I'd settle for some info.

Checking my phone, I realized I did actually have a missed call (I keep my phone on silent while I sleep, because fuck everyone else I'm snoozing) from Zee. I hit the call button and waited for her to answer. When she said hello I put on a deep raspy voice and said. "Have you checked...on the children?"

She replied very seriously "I already ate them." I cracked up at that. There was a reason I roped Zee in, aside from her ridonculous tits and ass. "I see you got my call. This is pretty early for you to be awake. You just come off an all nighter power banging one of your floozies?"

"I believe YOU are one of my floozies. And no, I only spent MOST of the night power banging, I got several hours of sleep. Did you manage to dig anything up on that thing I asked you to look into?" I saw various eye rolls and glowers from the other girls as they overheard the conversation. Whisper, who had taken over for Dinah making breakfast, actually got distracted and stopped cooking, only to receive a spatula slap to her fat ass from aformentioned baby mama and get back to work.

"Hey, I an NOT a floozy. I'm a trollop. It sounds fancier. But yes, I looked into Lilith a bit. We have a few books about her in the library, I had my book bitche-I mean my apprentices working through the night, and I joined them when I woke up. Mostly got some interesting historical anecdotes, a few mentions of the pool you were talking about. But more specifically, I figured out WHY no one continued the attempt. Turns out, they actually tried to resurrect her here, or rather in Gotham specifically. This was like, a hundred years ago plus. But there was a huge earthquake, the cathedral they were using got swallowed up whole."

I groaned, and Barbie looked up in interest. I moved the phone away from my mouth slightly. "Zee says it might be underground. They 'lost' her location because there was an earthquake and the whole building got sucked under." I really didn't want to have to stumble around through the underground blind. "I don't suppose." I said to my magic girl. "That the pretty new map I made you could find the location of that cathedral?" Assuming it still existed and didn't get upgraded into a fucking necropolis or something.

"Nope." Chirped the sorceress, popping her lips. "Sadly my new travel brochure doesn't do altitude changes. Guess you should have made a better one." Granted I'd stopped at G rank, but come on, it was a fucking MAP, how many features did it need?

"Which means." I sighed. "That I need to go back down into the fucking undercity and hunt around for...somewhere. Seriously, you can't get me a fucking radius or something?" I supposed I could ask Tamlin, but given how squirrely he'd been about the vampire thing I was hesitant to tell him what was going on until I'd gotten the chance to look into it a bit more. Something was off with this whole thing.

Zee made a contemplative noise. "Possibly. I can try a search for wellsprings of powerful necromantic energy. I can't promise what you find will be Lilith though. This is...well, WAS Gotham. Plenty of dead badasses buried or lurking around here."

I rolled my eyes. "Well we can rule out Slaughter Swamp. Don't need an earthquake for a building to sink into that shit pit. I'd prefer to avoid that chalky roid rager Grundy if possible. I dislike dealing with things you can't reason with." I paused thoughtfully. "I mean, I guess I could give him a redhead, but I'm attached to all of mine." I yelped and ducked out of the way of an orange that was hurled at my head, flashing Barbie a grin. "I joke, I joke."

There was a laugh from the other line. "I'll try my best to do some research and eliminate the unlikely spots, but things have changed a lot in the city. I have no way of knowing what necromantic hotspots are new or have been altered by whatever happened." She said 'whatever happened' sarcastically, since she'd seen me merge shit before, especially hte Hall of Nevers, she knew what it looked like, and had long since guessed the Gotham merge was me.

"That's the best I can ask for probably." I admitted. "Any mention of a weakness for Lilith in those books of yours? I plan to avoid confronting her at all costs, but if I can't get out of it I'd rather know what can get me out of the fight."

Going into excited nerd mode, Zee immediately started to gush. "Weaknesses? Not specifically. But there was a lead on someone who might know. Apparently, Lilith and Cain played Bonnie and Clyde throughout the ancient world, siring new kids and banging their way across the globe. It was all good until they landed in Egypt and ran into a secret society of warriors under Ramses II. One of them killed a kid of hers and she went balistic, slaughtering nearly all of them. Some of them got away and kept up the family business. They became monster hunters, and are still active today under the name-"

I groaned. "The Order of the Val Helsings. Because of fucking COURSE those nutjobs are the ones who have the answers I need. Why wouldn't they be?" I really didn't want to have to negotiate with monster hating fanatics. I considered calling Silver, but the Court had been in Gotham a long time. If Lilith had been worshipped here they should have known about it. I knew Silver was mine, but if she started poking around about Lilith she might tip off the other Court members, or even whatever the hell the Parliament she'd mentioned was.

"Okay." I said slowly, thinking things through. "Can you get me a location on the Order while you're making that list?" I doubted those rabid assholes would be happy about it, but if Lilith was half the threat I suspected, they'd have to at least hear me out. I didn't want to become beer buddies or anything, I just needed some information.

Zee made a pensive sound. "Maybe? I mean, they've been around for ages, and you specifically told me they're crafty. They definitely have ways to avoid tracking spells. The map might be enough to puncture whatever their concealment is though, at least combined with my own magic. I can give it a shot at least."

I'd been hoping she'd say that. Using the map as a focus, Zee's D rank strength should be enough to crack whatever low level magical bullshit kept the Order hidden. They might indulge in magic use, but they weren't fucking master wizards, and even if they had some powerful obscuring artifact or something, the map was specially made to show the situation in Brightedge by me, the person who MADE Brightedge. There was mystical significance to that.

At the very least it should let them know someone was looking, which would hopefully stir them to make contact. If I had to manually search the whole fucking town I'd do it, but I desperately wanted to avoid that shit. I knew for sure though that finding the Order before the Court did was a must. Sending me after the vampires (which was a trap) while they hunted down the Order was extremely fishy to me. They might not be worshippers of Lilith, but this whole thing was starting to stink of a setup.

I had a lot of questions, and I was pretty sure Silver didn't have the answers. I wouldn't be surprised if they'd already started isolating her from information sources that would be helpful once I made contact. I'd made too big an impression, and they didn't care much about her anyway. All I could do now was wait and see.

With the Fear host involved, this was starting to get extremely complicated, but far from being afraid, I found myself grinning like a madman. Coming back from Gemworld, I'd been wanting a way to make an impression, and a mess like this had a lot of opportunity to build a name. I might already be up to my neck in deep water, but I was going to show the assholes that I was a fucking shark.

April 9th 2016 Brightedge City, The Narrows, 6:00 PM EDT

Tracking down the Order was a clusterfuck, but luckily I still had the League on speed dial. Unlike the Court they didn't have unclear motives that would potentially end in my demise, so I had no problem calling in a favor from the apple dumpling gang.

Nightwing might have been a chump in fighting and a demi-chad at best when it came to women, but the guy's ability to ferret out information was top notch. Once we called him it only took a few hours before he had reports to pass along of a suspicious gang of dark figures moving around in an old townhouse in the Narrows.

Of course, he also told me about a dozen other fucking things happening (even with Metropolis mixed in Brightedge still had that shitty Gotham stink on it) but Zee was able to brute force the tracking spell using the map as a focus and at least help me determine which location to check first.

Which led to me standing in a dark alley in the east end of Brightedge, across from a seedy looking tattoo parlor with one of those stop motion neon signs of a girl getting plowed by bull, with the caption 'hot beef injection'. Classy. Of course, I wasn't here to almost definitely get tetanus (if I could even get tetanus anymore as a dragon). I was here to look into the occupants of the townhouse next to the place, the target Nightwing mentioned.

I considered sending Cherry in to poke around, but since fucking Mary had wards that detected ghost intrusion, there was no way the uber paranoid fanatical human supremacists didn't keep an eye out for spooks. Which was why I brought another of my girls. I turned to look at the lithe, green clad form with the wild hair. "You remember your instructions?"

Jade snorted behind her mask. "Just because you're some big shot super meta now doesn't mean you need to question my abilities. I was breaking into places like this before I lost all my baby teeth. Some crackpots with a vampire hate boner aren't going to catch me."

Her voice was dignified, but I detected a slight tremor. I rolled my eyes, handing her a Daybreak grenade. "Here. This thing is a mega flashbang. It works best on vampires, but it should do fine against the loonies if you need to make a get away. Just to be clear though, DO NOT look at the flash, and make sure you put earplugs in before you enter if your mask doesn't have them."

She snorted. "Go teach your grandmother to suck eggs." Despite her harsh tone though, I could hear the hint of delight at my concern.

I grinned at her, reaching out to pinch her tight little ass through her kimono. "I think I have a different target in mind for suck lessons. Go get me my intel kitten. I might give you some cream if you do a good job." I hadn't been in Jade's pussy in a few months, and she was a bit wild in the sack. But realistically this was a different kind of test. She'd spent months at my house having her edges worn down by Ingrid and my girls, plus Amy's training. If she was good during this mission I might follow through on my original intentions and merge her with something neat.

All I got was an eyeroll as she slipped into the shadows and vanished. Amy, who was off to one side, looked pleased. "She's much better behaved now, don't you think? She was so uncouth when I first got here, but she didn't even overtly insult you once just then. Do you think she can manage it?"

I shrugged. "If you can't walk quiet walk loud. If they catch her I'll blow the front off the building and we can do it the hard way. But I think she'll be ok. She was a world class ninja back in the day. I haven't upgraded her yet because I was gone and she was suspect, but it worked out well for us. Their defenses will all be aimed at supernaturals. She should just be able to stroll in and get us a layout."

She snuggled against me. "I don't mind if she takes her time. Isn't it romantic being out on the town together, spending the evening in each other's company?" Her voice had that giddy excitement in it that it got when she was in her 'fairytale romance' headspace, which was distinct from her 'sadistic deviant noble' headspace, as far as I could tell. There was some overlap a lot of the time, but those seemed to be the two general moods my wife had.

It was endlessly entertaining to me that she could be simultaneously innocent and extremely perverse. In this case though, I thought the 'romance' angle was a bit of a stretch. I glanced up at the tattoo parlor meaningfully, and when she saw it, her eyes went wide with excitement. "Oh! Do you think we should get matching tattoos? You could get my name on your arm in a little heart, and I could get yours tattooed around my brand."

As hot as that second thing sounded, I was diametrically opposed to tattooing any bitches name on my body. She belonged to me, but I wasn't her property. "Maybe later sweets." I told her placatingly. "That place doesn't seem sanitary. In the meantime we need to be ready, Cheschire is used to quick infiltration. There might be a bit of lag time while she does her poking around, but it shouldn't be too lo-"

My words were cut off by a massive bang as the windows shattered, a blaze of light flaring out of the top floor. "And that would be our cue." I swept her up into a princess carry, my wings exploding out my back as I leapt up to get a better angle before a flap and glide brought me to the broken window.

Jade was already in a bad spot, her sai out and surrounded by a bunch of Van Helsings. I smashed into one of the nearest ones, stomping him flat as I glared at the others. He moaned pitifully under my feet, but it was interrupting my entrance so I stomped on him a little to shut him up. "Listen up, you ignorant screwheads." I bellowed, pulling out a random mace from my pouch and infusing it with Primal Force. "This is my BOOM STICK!"

Once of the Van Helsings in the background actually laughed at that, but a bunch of the others glared at him and he cleared his throat and looked away. Finished showing off, I turned my eyes to the balding guy, who was grimacing at me nastily. I bared my teeth right back. "Bet you aren't feeling so confident now, are you fucker? And don't try to bluff me either, I know theses are real people and not golems. Not so cocky when you're in real danger, are you Clem?"

His eyes widened in surprise as a series of snickers broke out among his men, but he glared them all into silence. When he finally responded, he was gritting his teeth in rage. "What is the meaning of this, monster? Sending your whore into our home, bursting in unannounced. If you wished us dead I doubt Williams there would still be mewling like a pitiful retch." He point at the guy under my feet, who actually was whining softly in pain, just too softly for me to notice until I was paying attention. I frowned and kicked him again and he stopped.

"I'm here, believe it or not, to make a mutually beneficial deal with you." I didn't bother to sound cajoling, he'd give me the information or I'd start torturing it out of people until I knew what I wanted to know. Torture was messy and annoying, but I had zero compunctions about using it on enemies, much less racist nutjobs who wanted me dead. "You have something I want, and once you give it to me I'll take care of one of your enemies for you."

Clem (no I hadn't been fucking with them, that was his real name according to the appraisal, I'd have gone by Van Helsing too if I were him) sneered at me. "We don't make bargains with creatures like you. If you just want to exploit us you can kill us now, we don't need your help to slaughter vampires. Even that whore Seward will die soon enough. She's already injured, and preparations are being made."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes idiot, I know, I injured her. But I'm not talking about Anemia Barbie, I'm talking about her goth vampire mommy Lilith, who she's planning to bring back to the land of the living. She was GOING to use me as a sacrifice, but I'm not stupid enough to believe she doesn't have a backup. Since I don't fancy the idea of playing nighttime cabana boy for a corpse, no matter how hot she probably is, I want to know how to hurt her in case they manage to actually wake her up before I can stop them."

Clem's already pallid face paled about ten shades. "L-lilith?" He almost squeaked that. It was kind of funny seeing the dignified implacable vampire hunter lose his shit. "Lilith is dead. The Templars killed her at the beginning of the 14th century. She took almost ninety percent of the army with her when she died. It was one of the major contributing factors to their fall."

"No shit sherlock." I said with an eye roll. "That's why I said 'she's planning to bring her back'. Personally I'd prefer to give primordial vampire greeting time a miss, so I'm looking for her to prevent her rise. On the off chance that she DOES come back though, I need to know how to hurt her, and you're the only one who might have the answer."

Actually, the situation might not be as bad as I'd thought originally either. Zee had explained when I'd talked to her, that using me as a sacrifice was pretty optimal. Dragons were extremely powerful in the first place, and my bloodline was basically designed to fuel a resurrection spell. If Mary could get me, waking Lilith up at full power would be a snap. Since she COULDN'T though, chances were decent that Lilith would wake up weakened. Still probably way fucking stronger than me, but not invincible, which was a nice surprise.

He looked like he'd swallowed a lemon, but finally ground out. "If I give you this information, you give you word to leave us in peace tonight? I won't ask for a guarantee of safety from an abomination, but I trust you're honorable enough to allow us to withdraw. I do not fear dying for the cause, but if Lilith is to be unleashed by the hellspawn in this city, our mission is more important than ever."

I just shrugged. "Yeah sure, whatever. Give me the info and you can go." I honestly gave no fucks about these idiots. They couldn't hurt me, and they were focused enough on their 'mission' that they probably wouldn't try anytime soon. Once Lilith was gone and Mary was dead or chased off they would almost definitely try to kill me, but until then I had bigger shit to worry about.

He nodded, and reluctantly said. "A stake. From the tree of good and evil in the garden of eden, blessed by an archangel. That was how they ended her. It's gone now. Lost during the fall of the Templars. I don't have any other contingency plans for her. She's supposed to be dead, so we never needed any. Now leave. That's all we know."

To my surprise he looked more worried than angry, apparently finding out the ancestral foe of your order might come back from the dead to wreak unholy vengeance on the world was more intimidating than I was. Rude. With a sigh, I couched Amy in one arm and snagged Jade with the other before walking over and hopping out the window. As I glided down I grimaced internally. I just knew that fucking stake was going to cost a shit load to make.

Some people were asking for a Barbie chapter since it had been a while, hope everyone enjoyed. As usual pat-reon has the advance chapters at that site /malcolmtent.