April 23rd 2016 Brightedge City, Silver's Mansion 7:00 PM EDT
I know…basically none of these people. Weirdly, I was too wired and upset to even enjoy all the bare bunny flesh on display, though it didn't stop me from ogling my own girls in their party dresses when I got the chance. Rich teen sluts come and go, but jiggly goth demon booty will never die, and Silver didn't exactly fill out a dress badly either.
Silver, for her part, was in her element, mingling and schmoozing and smiling sweetly at everyone. Despite that, I could tell she wasn't exactly comfortable like this, and her biggest desire was to be out of this party bent over some piece of furniture while I went to town on her.
That would have just struck me as horny slut behavior originally, but having met Geri, mixed with my new humanity to add context, I could kind of understand why she seemed uncomfortable.
The Court of Owls, in its current form, wasn't particularly kind to its women. They used them, and even let some of them join, but they didn't have any real power. The only actual Court higher up I'd seen that was female was Geri, and that did more to explain Geri's insanity than anything else I'd seen.
My newest conquest had grown up in the court, just like these girls. She'd been a commodity. A soft ass and a pretty smile for her father and the others to pass around like a chit in exchange for favors. Not sexually, that had been exchanged with her husband, but as a person Geri had been a possession her whole life.
I was more familiar with that mindset than most, but they didn't treat their girls like resources in totality. They were just ambulatory holes to use as collateral. Geri had managed to get into the upper ranks of the court by using that to her advantage. Being the best sneaky backstabby slut in the whole gaggle.
That was why she was in charge of all the Court girls, to teach them how to be dumb little bags of theoretical cash for their daddies to swap for influence and power. But I'd seen what that did to her. Being the Court's madame was driving her crazy. Geri's entire self worth was based on being sexy and clever, and they were making her train sexier cleverer girls that would put her out to pasture.
Silver could see all that. Could see what being…this, had done to her mentor, and she hated. It was part of why she'd approached me as Mammon in the first place. She wanted an out. Silver wanted to be a person, wanted to wield real power as a woman, and not just be a convenient and desirable fuck toy.
It wasn't EXACTLY weird for me to pick all this up. These were weaknesses, and the exact kind of political chicanery I'd been trained to notice and take advantage of. I understood WHAT people would do, even if I used to not understand WHY.
What was weird, however, was that I CARED. I wanted to make Silver feel like her own person, I wanted Geri to realize she wasn't just a busted old whore with a nasty streak. I wanted Raven to be free of feeling like a monster. I wanted better for my girls than to be paraded around like a living meat market in front of rich assholes for influence like all these pretty little socialite skanks.
That….empathy (shudder) didn't extend PAST them, but it was still there, and it was kind of throwing off my groove. I wasn't making the rounds, just sitting by a table drinking champagne and staring at my girls doing their things.
Silver was talking up the bigwigs, putting her hand on arms and laughing just hard enough to make her tits bounce. I didn't feel any discomfort watching it, I could feel her desires, and none of them were for any of these assholes. She wanted me, though not just for fucking, my poor platinum treasure just wanted to be safe and alone.
The same situation was playing out for Geri, but she was mostly being ignored while men leered at scantily clad teens, and she seethed as wished for their adoration. She didn't want to fuck any of them and found them all disgusting, but I'd returned her youth and was making her hide it, and she HATED that.
Raven was the center of attention. Dark, mysterious, beautiful. She was moving languidly on the dance floor, mostly because she didn't have to TALK to anyone out there, and the sheer aura of 'don't fucking talk to me' had created basically a bubble of space around her that some of the bunnies were using to slip away from handsy assholes.
They weren't mine, but since Raven cared, I kept an eye on their desires anyway, and when their desire to get away spiked too high I'd try to run interference.
"It's all frightfully dull, isn't it?" Said a bored voice to my left. I turned to smile emptily at the man next to me.
I held out my hand to shake, staring into cool blue eyes as the handsome dark haired man gripped it. "Well, it has its perks, but I'm not exactly having the time of my life. Finbarr Wrong, by the way. And you are?"
"Lincoln March." He said with a smile. I released his hand, appraising him really quickly just to see who he was. If he was the Fear Host then he wasn't going to show it, but his actual description should be available.
[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Thomas Wayne Junior- H rank human being. An elite martial artist and criminal genius, Thomas Wayne Junior also called 'Lincoln March', was raised by the court of owls as a foil to his older brother Bruce. A ruthless, pragmatic genius, Wayne will stop at nothing to accomplish his goals.]
Huh. That sounded dramatic. I'd never really met Bruce Wayne, at least not as I was now, he'd been on some business trip or something since I'd gotten my powers. Still, despite being rich, I was pretty sure he didn't warrant that kind of focused attention. I was lucky my own sister was just a crazy bro-con.
I also had more information on him than I'd expected, my perfect memory kicking in. "Ah, the Mayoral Candidate." I said smoothly. "I didn't know you were part of this whole thing. I guess we really have infiltrated city government deeply."
He grimaced. "I wouldn't say that. Since the event things have been…complicated, politically. Gotham and Metropolis political factions have been scrambling to try to fill positions, and we've wound up with a mishmash of politicians that I wouldn't wish on any city. I'm still trying to get the Mayorship, if only so we have the leverage to fix some of this nonsense, but it's slow going."
"Ouch. Well, I wish you luck." I looked at him sideways, considering. "This whole thing has been a nightmare hasn't it? I heard Doctor Fate was responsible." When in doubt, throw the tin can dictator under the bus.
March's eyes narrowed. "He isn't. There's…someone else. Someone who has been a consistent problem for the city. I've been working on a solution since I heard about them, but they've remained…illusive."
Did…did this guy just admit to knowing I existed and having been trying to kill me? I silently added him to my list, but didn't want to draw attention to my real identity by digging into it too soon. I wanted Raven to confirm. I gestured to her on the dance floor, figuring I could get him closer. "Beautiful, isn't she?"
March shrugged. "She's lovely, though more a distraction than anything. I confess, when I first saw you I thought you were just like the rest of these hedonistic scum. But when I heard you freed the maid, and now I see you not pawing at the women here. Perhaps you're a more serious and efficient man than I first thought. I'll make a note."
If I hadn't had perfect control I'd have laughed at that. Even I was introspective enough to hear how ironic that was. Before I could though, I caught Raven's eye, jerking my head slightly to the side at him. She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head, and I looked back, only to see…March was gone.
My blood froze. I might be putting on airs, but I was still a dragon. That shouldn't be possible. I looked around, trying to find him in the throng of people, and saw nothing. He'd used some kind of magic or something to relocate. Which meant he was aware that being close to me was a bad fucking idea.
He'd known who I was. He'd approached me on purpose. Whether to get a feel for me or to taunt me I had no idea. I focused on my memory, scanning through it. I'd seen him before. He'd been at the club before the Fright Knight attacked.
It was him. The Fear Host. I had no fucking clue WHY…except, maybe I did. He considered me a threat to his goals. Probably blamed me for Doctor Gotham, and rightfully blamed me for combining the cities.
Before I could think it through any more though, the lights went out. I grimaced, but Raven was already in motion, shadow porting the girls out of harms way. Silver and Geri were retreating as she did so, clearly aware something was going down.
Though that particular bit of prediction wouldn't have been hard if they'd waited a second longer, as an insane laugh echoed through the ballroom. A familiar laugh to anyone who had spent any time in Gotham and had seen the news. A laugh that sounded much different than it should. Deeper, more awful.
My night vision was more than up to seeing in the gloom, so I was aware when the door to the ballroom exploded into splinters as a hulking form thumped through it. I glanced at the new entity that came into the room and sighed as I appraised it.
[Appraisal function activated. Fear Construct detected. Joker Abomination- C rank. A nightmarish demonic behemoth distilled from the fears of a terrorized city toward a psychopathic madman. A physical incarnation of slaughter and brutal violence.]
Fuck. The normal Joker didn't scare me. But he DID scare a lot of other people. The Joker had terrified the residents of Gotham for years, and they were arguably more scared of him than almost anything. APPARENTLY March could make fear constructs similar to things people were actually afraid of so they could grow faster. Shit that was cheap.
The abomination was…big. Not dragon big, but probably fifteen feet tall. It's chalk white skin was stretched tight of horribly bulging muscles, lank green hair hanging greasily down to its shoulders. Its face was a rictus of horrible glee, lips peeled back into a grin so wide it almost split the face in half, and showing rows of razor sharp teeth like a shark.
It's eyes glowed with citrine madness as they raked the entire ballroom, and the screaming was the first him that everyone else could see it too, because I'd been too distracted to notice the difference between the backlight and my normal night vision.
The thing wore a tattered purple suit, torn apart as it had grown so it was barely hanging on, and on its wrists hung a pair of long chains attached to steel balls with joker smiley faces painted on them. I sighed and started moving forward, knowing this would be an annoying fight. We were the same rank, and my girls were here.
Once this was done I'd need to track down March again, but now that I knew who he was it wouldn't matter. I assume he was planning for this thing to kill me, but it wouldn't be that easy. I supposed there was no need to keep the mask anymore. Apparently March wasn't aware of the first rule of fantasy. Never poke a sleeping dragon.
April 23rd 2016 Brightedge City, Silver's Mansion 8:00 PM EDT
The Joker Abomination wasn't really 'scary' to me, but it was a bit unsettling. I'd seen worse, but even I'd picked up a healthy worry about The Joker, and a massive C-ranker version of him didn't bode well for anyone. So when he barreled toward me at top speed, it took me a second to figure out what to do.
Only a second though, because I sidestepped and then stomp kicked him in the knee cap as he went by. His feet went out from under him with a howl of pain, and I smiled and then inhaled, vomiting forth a torrent of shining white light that crackled through the air before hitting him in the face.
My cover as Finbarr was pretty much cooked, sadly, so I pulled the mask free as I shifted to as complete hybrid state, rolling my shoulders and my body was covered with emerald green scales traced with golden patterns. My wings cracked the air as I spread and beat them, happy to be back to my normal height and unleashing my true self.
Snarling in mad rage, the joker scrambled to his feet, beating his head with his hands to try to put out the still burning white flames of the Primordial Spark. This abomination was definitely a monster, and my purifying flames didn't agree with him AT ALL. Sadly he was still C-rank, so it wasn't enough to seriously injure or finish him.
There was a flash of darkness, and Raven appeared beside, folding up from the shadows. I held out a hand. "Let me play frontline. You support from a distance." I winked at her. "Don't want to ruin that beautiful dress."
She rolled her eyes, but I saw a fond smile curl her lip for a second before she quashed it. She was so into me. She actually laughed a bit when I thought that, so I assumed she'd picked up that smugness with her empathy.
Sadly I wasn't able to sit around and watch Raven being cute in her skimpy dress, because I had to react to the pale green haired blur hurling itself toward me. I growled in annoyance and gathered my Primordial Spark in my hands, hurling a burst of the stuff to scare the angry hate clown away.
It didn't work, he hit the cloud, yowling in agony and spitting mad, and Ispat a cloud of his own. The green acidic gas hit my own power and exploded, and when I caught a hint of a whiff of it, my eyes widened as I was forced to clamp down on my body control to prevent myself from…laughing.
Damn it all. "Oh, come on!" I snapped loudly to March if he was close enough to hear me, and to the sky if he wasn't. "You gave it LAUGHING gas breath?" I was so distracted I didn't even notice one of its wrist chains wrap around my ankle until my feet went out from under me, sending my body smashing into the marble floor hard enough to leave a Nick shaped dent.
Raven snapped some trio of nonsense words and the chain glowed black (don't ask me how something glows black, I have no idea). She gave a snarl of her own and the chain GROANED, but she wasn't able to actually break it.
I struck forward, my back bending in a way a human back could never do and spat another breath attack at the chain. If I thought the mix with the gas had been bad, Raven's power was like baking soda to my vinegar.
The secondary explosion tore the chair clear, but it also ripped a huge fucking chunk out of my calf. Even the absurd vitality of my bloodline wasn't able to quickly close the wound, and I hissed in pain as I flicked my wings, sending myself back out of the way of a massive chalk white foot slamming into the floor.
I tensed as the joker abomination tried to adjust, but he froze stock still as a cocoon of darklight energy encased him. Raven hissed from behind me. "I can't hold him long. We need a plan. With this ring on my powers are suppressed, and if I bypass it we'll have bigger problems than…whatever the hells that is."
Touching down on one leg, I leaned against the wall, glancing around to check the situation. Everyone was gone, Silver and Geri having taken the girls…somewhere, to protect them. Good. Raven and I could handle this. We were both C rank ourselves (at least at the moment) and there were two of us.
The construct was…strong. Stronger than the others had been, and somehow deep down, I knew it was because of where we stood. This wasn't Gotham, but it was part of what Gotham had been, and this creature was Gotham's nightmares made flesh. It fed off the darkness, the despair. The death of hope nourished this thing.
Lincoln March had been playing with his powers. Just like I'd learned to do my cascading merges, Lincoln had learned to tap his creature into the beating black heart of what was left of the city.
I'd erased the ritual the Sun King had done when I merged the cities, but I hadn't destroyed the leylines, hadn't even destroyed that dark wellspring of power. The curse of Gotham still existed, mixed into Brightedge like chocolate in my peanut butter.
Which meant this thing needed to fucking die. Tonight. Because the fear of the Joker that made up the part of conceptual Gotham this thing fed on wasn't going to go away. It was going to get fucking worse. Especially after word got out that this fucking monstrosity existed.
It sucked being on the back foot. I'd kind of had that with Lilith, but at the same time I knew I could get her to back off. This thing wouldn't stop until I was dead, and possibly not even then. I was going to fucking murder Lincoln March SO HARD when I got my hands on him.
"Raven." I murmured quietly, hoping she could hear me. This thing didn't seem to have a brain really, just a giant monster insane with rage and murderous glee. Now that it wasn't on fire anymore its face had twisted into a sadistic grin as it tore free of Raven's constraints and retreated to the ceiling, clambering around the roof to look for openings. "Can you sever its connection with whatever is powering it?"
I knew she couldn't. The Fear System would be just like the Greed System, an immutable law of nature. The systems cheated to accomplish their tricks. Sure enough, she shook her head, confirming my fears. I'd been hoping I was wrong about that because that meant I had to engage the bastard directly. I winced, looking around at the house. Looked like Silver was moving out.
"Give me space." I commanded, and saw her eyes widen in realization as she retreated. I wasn't sure if she was expecting me to go full dragon or just figured I was about to blow shit up, but she got far enough away that I had room to expand.
I let out a triumphant roar as my body expanded into its full glory, the dragon unleashed as I spread my wings, tearing through the walls they ran into like tissue paper. C-rank dragon flesh is MUCH harder than rock, and the muscles spreading my wings propelled them out with more than enough force to tear stone.
For the first time in ages, I felt…right. This was my real power. Dragons were at the peak of their rank no matter what rank that was, and sure enough, with my might fully unchecked I could tell this bastard wouldn't be enough to take me.
My head snapped out, jaws cracking shut as I tried to bite into the clown beast. Sadly it dodged, though I did manage to chomp down on an arm, which I spat out right after because the damned chain had started trying to crawl down my throat and gut me. I snarled at the monster, which looked…well, not afraid, I didn't think it was sapient enough for that, but wary.
The ballroom was starting to collapse, and I was glad I'd waited on going full dragon. Silver and Geri should be clear by now, though my platinum treasure was not going to be well pleased about having to move. I suspected seeing the Hall for the first time would make up for it though. Silver was a princess sometimes, and I knew she'd love living in a giant magic castle.
"Raven." I boomed. "Can you hold him again, just for a minute? I can finish him if you can." I could give him a full powered breath attack from a fully transformed dragon of the Primordial Spark, system or not that was going to shred the construct like confetti.
A shadow formed on the ceiling, and a voice spoke through it. "Maybe, but you'll need to get him on the ground again. If you can slam him down I can pin him. Otherwise I'll be levitating him while trying to hold him and I don't have the power for that. Not like I am and not as strong as he is."
I could understand that actually. The monster was pretty much pure carnage made flesh, power and ferocity. He was the fear of the Joker's butchery, his bloodthirsty willingness to slaughter anything in his path. I don't know how I knew any of that, but I did, like the workings of the system were simple to deduce even without my appraisal.
Without another word I hurled myself up toward the vaulted ceiling, my massive body curling unnaturally around my wings as I buoyed myself on waves of kinetic force like I had as a lesser dragon. The abomination roared and launched itself at me, and I grinned as I shifted back to a hybrid in an instant, letting it soar right past me and smash into the ground.
Just because I was a hammer didn't mean every problem was a nail. Raven slammed him down with her energy as soon as he was flat, trying to minimize his leverage as I shifted back. I inhaled heavily, shoving all my power into my mouth as I charged up the most intense blast of dragon breath I could manage.
I took a whole fucking minute to charge, hollowing out every bit of power I could get before I finally reached critical mass and unleashed a torrent of light so bright even I couldn't see anymore. There was a burst from the construct as my energy hit Raven's power, exploding on contact and feeding the breath attack even more power.
The whole room flooded with light and then…it went out. I shifted to human, falling over in exhaustion only for Raven to catch me and lower me to the ground. We stared at the spot where the abomination had been. The floor was gone, as was the monster, replaced with a shaft of half melted rock and dirt as wide around as a bungalow that bored into the earth for quite some ways.
"Damn." I said hoarsely. "Why didn't you tell me my breath was that bad? I could definitely use a mint." It wasn't funny, really, but I needed to say something because the silence was annoying me and I had to break some of this tension I was feeling after the complete mess tonight had been.
I don't know if it was the shock of what had happened, the tension, her fondness for me or all of the above, but Raven just…broke down. Her impassive facade cracked and she started shaking, it took me a second to realize she was laughing, but the giggles burst forth after that, and she had to lean against me as she dissolved into gales of laughter.
April 23rd 2016 Brightedge City, Hall of Nevers 10:00 PM EDT
Going home was kind of a relief. I'd missed my girls, and being mobbed by gorgeous worried women was nicer than expected. We'd blindfolded Geri on the way back as en extra layer of security, so she wouldn't be able to find the hall if she left, and I sat with everyone telling them what had happened at the party, and the identity of the Fear Host.
"Lincoln March." Said Dinah in confusion. " and he's Bruce's brother? That's…bad. If he's anything like Bruce."
To my surprise, Barbie snorted at that. "Bruce couldn't hold a candle to Nicky. He's not some mythical monster. Just a man with a lot drive and skill."
"True." Said Dinah flatly. "But he's also the last person you want running around town gunning for you with the ability to summon horrible monsters, especially when you don't know where he us. Engaging a Wayne from the dark is an incredibly poor decision."
"I…feel like I'm missing something here." Said Amy cautiously. "I know who Bruce Wayne is, even before I left earth he was relevant. But he isn't really…formidable? Or is he."
"He's Batman." I said bluntly. "So…kind of? Barbie isn't wrong that he tends to get mythologized, but that doesn't mean he's not dangerous. My old man was always wary of Batman. He CAN be a pain in the ass, and Dinah is right that these circumstances would favor him. Since March was basically raised as a counter to him I'm going to guess he's going to be a bitch to deal with too."
Barbie looked…unhappy that I'd shared her old boss's identity with Amy. I'd pried the information from her back when I'd marked her, but since he'd been in space for the months since I hadn't needed to use it at all. Still, I took it as a good sign that she didn't actually say anything to me about doing it.
Cherry looked intrigued, but in a distant sort of way. "We should use the Hall's serving capabilities to find him. You're safe here, but you can't stay here forever."
"Even if I could I wouldn't." I said firmly. "I'm not letting some jumped up rich kid fuck with me. He might summon monsters, but I AM a monster. An apex predator. And I'm not going to let him back me into a corner."
It wasn't the smartest move probably. Or he'll, maybe it was. Maybe it was so unexpected that I was making the best possible decision by wanting to seek him out.
The party had shown me that he had other options. Tricks up his sleeve that put him at my level. I didn't know if he had any B-ranked constructs, but I knew he could. I needed to be prepared. Raven would help with that at least. Possibly Silver.
Speaking of which. I turned to my platinum haired treasure. "Do you know anything about this Lincoln March guy? I get the feeling he's a Court project." I glanced ro Geri. "How about you? You were a higher up for the Court right?"
She just smiled at me sadly. "I appreciate the optimism, but I was never their equal. I was just a manipulative old slut who knew how to make their daughters useful. I wasn't a higher up. I was a mascot at best, and a Madame at worst."
Silver looked at her with pity, though I wondered if that would be true if she heard what Geri wanted to do to her. Sad life or not Geri was a twisted bitch. She wasn't as pathetic as she pretended to be.
Dinah was looking at her with pity, and I could see she empathized a bit. She'd been getting older before I seduced her. Feeling insecure about her place in the League. I was absolutely not going to let the mother of my child be alone with that crazy bitch.
I distracted them by bringing the subject back to the matter at hand. "I think I should call Zee. Her magic combined with the Hall's tracking capabilities might provide us with some possible insight. And if not…" I paused. "I think I might be able to arrange something with Cherry's help."
My ghost girl was WELL overdue for an upgrade, and I knew she had some potential avenues for growth that might help with tracking. I'd been thinking it over for quite some time.
Barbie looked worried. "Fine. But I'm coming along. I refuse to sit this out while you might get murdered."
Amy nodded. "As your wife, I demand the right to stay by your side. This is going to be a dangerous mission. I'm going to be there for you whether you like it or not."
She was more right than she knew on the first point. None of the girls understood the truth of the Greed System or what we faced now. I wouldn't let them get hurt, but I'd put a lot into getting them ready.
Cherry volunteered to go work on the search while I got in touch with Zee, and after a text to her everyone scattered leaving me alone with my wife, my redhead and my pregnant milf.
"I don't like this." Said Barbie flatly. Don't like the possibility of this involving someone like…him." Amy seemed more confused than anything, but she remained quiet, listening.
"You seemed dismissive enough earlier." I said lightly. "Changed your mind already?"
She scowled. "Because I didn't want you sabotaging yourself out of fear or worry. But there's a difference between self sabotage and prudence. He's not infallible, but he is scary."
I reached out to pull her against me and she snuggled in. Dinah sat down next to me and leaned her head on my shoulder as Amy parked her soft pretty ass in mg lap. It was sweet they were worried, but i wasn't. I shot them all a grin."I'll be careful. Don't you worry about me. I happen to be a dragon."
"You don't say." She said sarcastically. "I think you mentioned that once or twice."
"A minute." Chimed in Dinah.
"Every day for the last few weeks." Finished Barbie.
I glared at them. "I don't enjoy this. You two teaming up. It's disagreeable. I do not agree."
Dinah grinned at me wolfishly, patting my cheek. "Sorry sweetie. We know you care about us now. We can tease and you won't get rid of us because you LIKE us." She paused. "Plus you impregnated me with your draconic spawn. Thanks for the morning sickness by the way."
I raised an eyebrow at her, putting on a falsetto as I mocked her mid coitus voice. "Do it Nicky. Knock me up, put a baby in me!" Barbie smirked at her as Amy tried to muffle a giggle. "I seem to remember you had an active role in conception. Besides. You've always been milfy as fuck. What sane man wouldn't put a bun in your oven."
"Oh." Said Amy archly. "Is that all I need to do to get you to put a baby in me? Squeal about pregnancy during sex?"
I snorted. "No. I have two kids on the way already." I paused. I hadn't thought about Mordiel for a while, but thinking about it now…I felt like I had to tell her. "Or…I guess three actually."
Her eyes snapped up to me suspiciously. "What do you mean three?" I winced, knowing she wouldn't be happy about this.
"I sort of needed your Aunt's help with some business before we left." I said sheepishly. "Her price was a baby."
She shot up off my lap, crossing the room with a grimace. "Ew ew ew ew!" She squealed. "You IMPREGNATED my Aunt? She's such a bitch! And she's my Aunt! And my poor mother, with a new heir Mordiel could take over the throne. What were you thinking?"
I winced. "In my defense. I was a sociopath at the time, and she's really hot. She DOES look a lot like you." I gave her a hopeful smile, but sadly the sweet talk was ineffective.
"Nicholas Lord." She snapped at me, eyes glowing violet with barely restrained power. "You are a pig!" And she turned and stormed off, slamming the door behind her.
"Well." I said blandly. "That could have gone better."
"You think?" Drawled Barbie. Then she sighed and shook her head, her expression becoming sympathetic. "Give her time. She adores you. I think being the next to have your child was important to her and her relationship with her Aunt is awful."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "The world was so much easier before I cared about this shit. Now I feel..bad. It hurts that she hurts. This is fucking awful. Why do people actively try to seek this kind of thing out?"
My girls were great, but this was…shifty. Being alone would have been so much easier.
Dinah just laughed, leaning over to kiss me softly. "Maybe as a pair of girls who didn't fall in love with someone like you. I can't think of anything else that highlights how little choice we get in who we care about."
I put on a mock offended face. "Are you implying that I'm not the kind of man you dreamed of since childhood?"
"Oh of course." She cooed sweetly. "I've always wanted to be impregnated in my thirties by a teenager while I was dating someone else, wind up trapped in his mansion during a citywide apocalypse and spend months coming to terms with all my friends thinking I'm a cheating cradle robbing whore."
Despite the words, I could see a hint of a smile. She really had come to terms with everything and had even just admitted to loving me, but I could kind of see her point.
"What Dinah MEANS, I'm sure." Said Barbie with a smile. "Is that you aren't exactly what either of us pictured when we asked ourselves who we'd end up with. But that we're happy we did, and that you've given us lives we couldn't have imagined before we met you."
My baby mama smiled at me warmly. "She's right. I don't think you can imagine how much our baby means to me Nicky. I always wanted to be a mother. This chance was something I thought I'd never get, I love our child already, and I love you for giving it to me." I opened my mouth and she cut me off. "And I swear to all the gods if you're about to try to deflect this moment by saying something crass and sexual, I will make sure no woman in this house touches you for a month."
My mouth snapped shut, because while Dinah didn't have absolute control, Amy was pissed at me too and between them they could definitely manage that. Even with the marks I didn't pressure my girls into sex, it wasn't my style. If that all decided to say no…well I'd probably just go drop a diamond or two on that size queen Raven impersonator, but I'd be bummed about it. Afterward at least. Fuck I really wanted to double team her with Raven. Regardless I knew she had me over a barrel.
She gave a victorious smirk and kissed me again. "The point, darling. Is that love is worth it, even if it hurts sometimes. Something we'll do our best to demonstrate to you as often as possible until you learn it for yourself." Her eyes bored into mine, intensity pouring out of her gaze as she tried to tell me with everything in her what she wanted me to know without saying a word.
I felt…something. Something warm. The combination of her obvious care and affection and pride that a woman like this was carrying my child. I laid a hand on her rounded stomach and closed my eyes, losing myself in the feel of my girls and my unborn baby. This humanity thing had a few upsides too, I guessed.
Extreme themes, CNC and rough sex
April 24th 2016 Brightedge City, Hall of Nevers 10:00 AM EDT
The next day I had quite a bit to do. Zee had come over and tried to use the Hall's scrying capabilities to find March, though she hadn't actually managed that. She was still working on it, but I had other things to worry about.
Among other things I needed more points and while random girls would give that, I had a cute little blonde who was half god I could butter up for the power. Sadly, I wasn't alone in realizing Cassie might be easy pickings, and Donna had decided to hang around and put a crimp in my style.
Despite the face fucking she'd taken from me, Donna wasn't exactly subservient to me specifically, though she was definitely Amy's little bitch now. She was clearly still her own person and was extremely protective of Cassie.
Luckily, I could sense desires and knew that Donna had plenty of not so sisterly feelings for Cassie. Though given what I'd done with my own half sister that might not be an accurate way to describe it.
Cassie seemed happy to spend time with me when I called her to see me. Leslie was off doing her own thing, the two were close but not inseparable, which was how I found myself in one of the indoor pools with Donna and Cassie.
To my surprise though, Donna wasn't wearing a suit, just walking around in all her olive skinned bare assed glory, and Cassie didn't even seem to care.
The blonde was wearing a tight red bikini, which looked amazing on her, when the two showed up. "We have a POOL?" She said in wonder. "This place is amazing."
"Yeah, a few of them actually. The hall is huge, feel free to explore some time if you want. Maybe map it for me." I shot her a charming grin as Donna dove into the water, giving me a small glare.
Despite that expression though, I could feel how turned on she was. Aside from her interest in Cassie, Donna remembered what I'd done with her, and she'd enjoyed it. The Amazons put a lot of emphasis on how awful men were, but if you want teen girls to get ready to fuck, tell them who they shouldn't do.
Cassie happily dove into the pool herself and I grinned following her in. I'd thrown on some trunks and was good to join in, diving under and resurfacing close to Donna.
With the blonde starting her laps, I drifted over to the naked Greek. I was trying to minimize new girls, but Donna wasn't new, she lived here, and she should be brought under control.
"So." I said casually as I floated up. "I haven't talked to you in a while. I hope Amy and Barbie have been taking good care of you?"
She shuddered slightly, nipples obviously hardening in arousal at the memories. "Yes." She said rightly. "And taking care of Cassie. Your involvement with her is unnecessary."
I considered just telling her to fuck off and seducing the blonde here…but I had a much better idea.
"Convince me." I said shortly. She started, eyes narrowing at me. "You want me to leave Cassie alone. You know what a horny bastard I am. I'm not leaving here with my balls full."
I would actually, if neither of them were down, but Donna was strung so tight she could snap any second. The girl needed some dick like a fish needs water.
She was in denial obviously. But I could feel how horny she was through my ability. She turned to Cassie calling loudly. "Cassandra. I have something to discuss with…Nicholas. Enjoy your swim and we will return shortly."
Cassie resurfaced from her laps, holding up a thumb before returning to her swim. She glared at me. "Come." Then climbed out of the pool, her wet, naked, muscly ass flexing as she walked purposefully our of the room. I grinned at her terminology. I planned to.
I climbed out, following her down the hall a bit to a new room. She glared imperiously. "Release your…cock." She grimaced at the word I was sure Amy had insisted on. "I will attend it with my mouth."
She was so forceful it was almost cute, but I'd decided to break my Amazon today, and that meant she needed to know who was boss. "Nah." I said after a short moment of thought. "I'm in the mood for pushy. Guess it's Cassie's turn to get a dicking."
Turning around, I almost cackled as she stiffened, eyes going wide. "No!" She shouted. I turned to her, eyes bleeding to their draconic hue as I raised a brow. She swallowed, and I smelled her arousal. "I mean. That will not be necessary. I will provide you with…pussy."
"Doesn't seem like it." I said blandly. "Ask me to use yours instead."
Her face flushed, eyes hard but heart pumping fiercely. Her desires were lit up like the fourth of July and her pupils were dilated. She reached down, staring me in the eye as she spread herself for me. "Please. Use my…pussy. I…want it. I want you to enjoy it with your cock."
She did too. She was dripping all over the floor. I grinned at her. Sitting down in a chair at the edge of the random bedroom we had ended up in, I fished my dick out of my swimming trunks. "Sure thing. Mount up then."
Her eyes widened. "I…excuse me? You are conquering me. You should pin me to the bed and claim me as is your right."
I clicked my tongue. "Oh no Donna. Then I'd be fucking you. You might enjoy it, but you wouldn't really internalize that. You'd see that as something I did to you. No. I'm not going to fuck you. Not to start. You're going to fuck ME. You're going to surrender your pussy to a MAN of your own will. And you're going to enjoy it."
It was a little mean. But honestly she was loving this even if she didn't want to admit it, and she HAD tried to steal my Barbie.
She shuddered again, then took a few tentative steps forward. She glanced down at my cock, which was hard as a rock and looking huge as usual (dragons don't get shrinkage in cold water). She stared for a bit and then with a deep breath, stepped forward, crouching over me, and slowly slid herself onto my dick.
She gave a long, slow groan, though she tried to muffle it. She looked me in the eye, and I noted that this was a bad position for her. She should have bounced that ass on my lap. Straddling me like this was way more intimate.
"Tell me how it feels." I commanded gleefully. I could feel what she was getting from this, but I wanted her to say it.
Gritting her teeth, she blushed. "It is…full. You've filled me."
I laughed harshly. "No Donna. I told you, this is your decision. YOU filled you. You sat on my dick like a desperate whore. And you love it don't you? I can feel how wet you are. How hot."
She was strangling my cock, her cunt completely unused to taking dick. "That's…you're wrong. This is simply bearable. It does not appeal. I am bored."
Grinning, I reached down to tweak her clothes, earning a surprised squeak and then a moan. "Fuck thats good." I groaned as she tightened up. "You were made for this Donna."
She bristled. "I am a warrior. My body was created for combat." She started shifting, bouncing her hips on mine slowly. I reached behind her to grope her ass glorying in the feel of the tight flexing muscles.
"You're made for me." I said flatly. "For this dick. You have so much disdain for man's world, but this pussy is part of it now. This is man's cunt. Or at least one man's. Isn't it?"
She moaned slightly, and I grinned, running hands over her tight bronze body, over the taught muscle and the occasional scar. It was liking fucking a weapon.
"This is…Amazon…" She paused, forcing herself to use the word. "Pussy. Your brutish…cock…is an invader. Unwelcome. Relieve yourself and be on your way."
Despite that statement she sped up her fucking, angling herself back to get me deeper. "Oh I won't be relieving myself." I said with relish. "I'll relieve us both. I'm going to put out the fire in your thirsty cunt. I'll mark you as mine in your deepest parts, and it'll feel better than anything you've ever done."
She snarled, the sex becoming angry as her cunt tightened further. If I hadn't been so much stronger she'd probably have injured me. As it was it just felt amazing. "Lies." She hissed. "I'll never surrender. I'll be victorious. Give me your seed MAN, I'll withstand it easily. You'll not wring a single moan from my lips."
It was a bit late for that, but I grinned internally. As expected, framing our sex as a battle put her in the mood to win this fuck, even if victory was me hosing down her insides with baby batter.
Now that I had her in that mindset, I grabbed her under the knees and hurled us both out of the chair and onto the bed. Her eyes widened as I grinned down at her. "You want a battle, slut? I'll conquer this pussy if you think you can take it."
I shoved my cock into her as deep as I could and started to fuck, battering her cervix. Most girls don't love that, even with my cheating bullshit making them cum every time it hit, but Donna was treating this like war. A little pain with her pleasure just inflamed her warrior instincts.
She was hurling her hips against mine brutally, snarling in my face as we smashed together. I saw her face twitch with every slam as I triggered an orgasm over and over in her with every thrust. To her credit, she didn't moan, her face turning red from strain as she maintained her snarl.
"It's coming." I said with a grin. "I'm going to paint your little whore pussy white. You're going to love it. If you make even a sound when it happens this sweet cunt is mine forever."
"Do your worst!" She spat. I grinned, and started strumming her spots with my power, working her up to multiple orgasms as my nuts tightened. Fuck this was fun. I hoped this contrary bitch kept the fire in future sessions. There was something primal about sex like this. Not like with Geri or Zee. The genuine desire for conquest was a new flavor for me. It was fucking delicious, and it would be even better when I flipped it on the uppity bitch.
I tried not to gloat as I felt her heels dig into my back, urging me into her deeper as she humped viciously against me. My balls clenched as I shoved deeper, my load splattering, rope after rope battering the end of her well pounded can't.
Donna's eyes widened as she felt the orgasms I'd been building all catch at once. She was hit by an avalanche of pleasure, managing to hold it back with her tenacious willpower for just a second. "This…isn't…" Her teeth ground as she tried to bite out a denial. "Oh Zeus!" She grunted as her cunt wrung the cum from my balls. "So good. It's so…good."
She didn't scream, but she'd admitted it. After we finished she slumped back and I grinned down at her. "You lose." She snorted, but blushed, oddly shy for where we were. "You know what that means. You have to say it."
Her face scrunched in an oddly endearing pout, she ground out. "This is…man's pussy. Your pussy." I almost cackled with glee as I felt the Brand sear itself onto that lovely sculpted ass. Fuck that was still fun.
April 24th 2016 Brightedge City, Hall of Nevers 12:00 PM EDT
It was hard not to grin at Donna's Brand, even though I couldn't see it anymore. She was…kind of annoyed when it solidified, but I'd talked her down (and ordered her not to mention it with various layered constraints) and she seemed at least semi-alright with it, especially when I shared that I could make her stronger.
Donna wasn't a submissive, though she could play the role if bested. She was a true blue warrior groupie. Being beaten in combat made Donna's pussy DRIP, and knowing how easily I'd done it drove her even more wild. Part of her fascination with Barbie was how skilled she is, but that wasn't the same as being able to just manhandle her.
Sadly, she was pretty low ranked, only at G, so I was only getting a thousand or so points for her. She had a good baseline though, something for me to work off of, and seeing how effective Bonebreaker was working for me, having my own semi buff muscle slut was appealing (though I'd be merging for compact muscle and definition and not bulk).
At the moment, we were meeting with Barbie, Raven, Zee, Amy, Cherry, and Dinah. Zee had been over using the Hall to try to scry for Lincoln March, and while I thought she hadn't had any luck, she'd apparently discovered more than I expected.
"So." I said as I slumped onto a couch in one of my living rooms. "Give me some non-terrible news Zee!" She stared at me, and I chuckled, saying instead. "Give me some news, Zee."
"He's at Wayne Manor." She said flatly. I raised an eyebrow, curious why she hadn't just found him then. "Took me a bit to confirm. Wayne Manor was warded heavily by my father, and reinforced by spellwork from Dr. Fate. It isn't a magical fortress or anything, but it's impossible to track people there, and there are some nasty traps. I ended up confirming it by process of elimination actually."
I glanced at Barbie. "How would March get in? And where in Wayne Manor would he be? You've been there a few times right?"
Grimacing, she nodded. "If he's where I think he is, it's going to be…unpleasant, reaching him. The traps on that place are no joke. I'm shocked he's bypassed the security even on the Manor, nevermind if he's infiltrated the bat cave. Even you would have trouble with that place. The protocols are designed to be effective against people like Superman and Black Adam."
Humming thoughtfully, I nodded. "That's not ideal. I'll have to think about this. Going in headfirst might not kill me directly, but if he has more Gotham curses like that joker abomination it WOULD soften me up for them."
I looked at Zee. "Could you help us bypass the wards from a distance? Maybe enter magically? If your dad made them…"
She shook her head. "Not how it works Nicky, sorry. Homo Magi magic is much easier to use than most, but it's also highly individualized. No two spells are exactly the same, which makes it impossible for me to use my fathers habits and style as methods to deconstruct the wards, even if I know what they cover based on their formation." She pointed at my demoness. "And before you ask she can't bypass them. Fate warded the place against demons a few years ago, when someone tried to send a succubus after Batman."
I was skeptical that the wards on the cave could keep Raven out if she decided to push it, but considering Batman lived there when he wasn't being in space for months on end, I didn't want to bust it up too badly when we broke in, assuming that March was even there.
Which brought us to our best bet. "It might be warded against demons, but is it warded against ghosts?" I shot Cherry a grin. "I've been planning to upgrade Cherry for ages anyway. She didn't get the boost like the rest of you sadly, so it only seemed fair I kick her up to D rank first."
Barbie looked less than enthused about that, but Zee seemed thoughtful. "That…might work. I'd have to stop at home to get some books to double check the details of the ward schemes but I think you might be able to get away with that, which is probably a good idea anyway because Jinx keeps trying to molest the new maid. Thorn mostly scares her off, but the poor girl categorically refuses to stand up for herself."
To my surprise, Amy seemed the most worried. "Are you sure she won't get hurt? Back home we ward all the capitals against spirits and demons with the same ward structures." I was surprised. My wife wasn't arrogant or anything, but she tended to be supremely confident in us, especially me.
I could see her worry for Cherry was genuine though. My blonde might be a little psycho, but she was OUR little psycho, and Amy took our family very seriously. She considered the girls under her protection and guidance, and while that often took on a sexual tone because of the way I'd gotten them and how I lived my life, she was also protective as hell if she thought they might be at risk.
Which…was fair. I hadn't really considered any risk to Cherry, which was a mistake on my own part. My ghost girl was hardly invincible, nor would she be later. March had shown a surprising amount of competence, and he might have some tricks up his sleeve as a System Host, even more than he'd already shown.
It wasn't enough to really discourage me, but I felt like I at least owed her the chance to back out. "Cherry." I said quietly. "Do you want to do this? I won't force you. Even if I could hypothetically make you with the Brand, you know that isn't how I like to work. March is Batman's brother, trained to counter him, and with the power he has access to now…it could get dicey. Are you willing to try?"
Amy gave me a conflicted look, but finally nodded, smiling encouragingly. I nodded back. Cherry deserved this. She was one of mine, and I knew what was best for my girls most of the time but…if she was going to be in danger (and with a System involved who knew what might happen) she deserved the chance to weigh in on it. Even if it wasn't something I'd ever really considered before.
It was a bit of a surprise when she hurled herself at me, plastering her lithe, athletic body to mine as she hungrily mauled my mouth in front of all the other girls. Not that I gave a fuck about that nonsense. I just grabbed her ass (to secure her so she didn't fall of course) and let her mack on me for a few minutes.
Eventually, Barbie cleared her throat in annoyance, and I had to admit it was a sign of real progress that she'd actually waited to do it. "Of course!" Said Cherry hotly as she pulled back. "I'd do ANYTHING for you."
She would too, and I smiled slightly as I stared down at her. It was jarring, learning to be a human, but having Cherry around and knowing she was so much like the old me was honestly a relief. Knowing she was still as devoted made me sure I was still me.
Identity crises weren't the kind of thing I'd ever expected to have, but ever since I'd started feeling I'd started having moments where I worried this more human me might not be…me. At least not the same me. The irony of having an identity crisis because of my feelings when I LITERALLY transformed myself into other entities with my powers on the regular was not lost on me, but they could be hard to shake.
Luckily, the girls seemed to help. Seeing how much they still cared despite the changes was weirdly comforting, and Cherry was the one most like I had been before. Her trust was a big thing for me, because as long as I had it, it meant I hadn't strayed TOO far from what I used to be.
And I liked who I'd been. I'd expected to look back on my time as a sociopath with regret when I finally gained the ability to feel, but honestly, I'd do most of that shit over again. I'd had logical reasons for all my choices, even if I could see that I might have misattributed a few motivations.
I forced myself to get back on task. "Alright, then lets talk upgrades." I looked around. "You want the others to clear out? Just do this you and I?"
She gave a pondering hum as she glanced at the girls, especially Donna and Barbie, though for different reasons, but eventually shook her head. My redhead seemed surprised, and Cherry just winked at her, getting a pout from our batgirl.
Searching through my pouch, I looked for anything I'd need. I found a few items that might work, but before I could draw out more than one, she put a hand on mine. "I want you to use the Soulshredder." She said firmly. She wasn't E rank, so I'd need another object to merge, but the soulshredder WOULD get her to D rank. And I'd put her at D rank because it would keep her safe. As much as I liked saving points for a rainy day I wasn't risking my ghost girl for the extra. I nodded, and she ran out of the room, coming back within a few minutes holding the blade.
The Soulshredder was…disqueiting. The sword was made of some kind of green stone that I hadn't really had the chance to study too thoroughly. Touching it, I could feel the cold seeping from its aura like dry ice. I'd had some impression of it before, but I hadn't reached C rank or become a full dragon when I'd seen it last, and with my current eyes it seemed…different.
I was fairly sure this thin had originally been part of something else before it had been made a sword. Something MUCH scarier than a C rank blade. It didn't matter though. Any traces of that thing I didn't want wouldn't come through in the merge. My system filtered out the bad shit.
To get her within the strike range of D rank I picked a smoky stone I'd found during my Gemworld travels that produced a mild uncertainty effect. Then I continued the merge, combining Cherry with the sword as well, and dumping the points I knew I'd need to complete it. I was left with three point one four million (heh) since cascading merges still charged for each level.
[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Charise Carnes- D ranked Crypt Queen. Dangerous undead with a penchant for entering protected tombs to rob the souls of the recently deceased, the Crypt Queen is a power in its own right within the realms of the dead. Able to tear the spirit from a living target and unstoppable by all but the most complex defenses, no one is safe from the wrath of the Crypt Queen.]
As a C ranker myself, I could see what she was properly (the stronger I got, the less common vague cryptic appraisals became, especially on anything close to my own rank), and interestingly I was able to ignore the background info better than usual.
I'd even appraised her before she finished forming, the light fading as she returned to a coherent form. My Crypt Queen grinned at me. Black lips pulling back from bone white teeth as eerie blue eyes blazed beneath snow white curls. The silvery ball gown that draped over her body looked fantastic as she grinned up at me tantalizingly. "This…" She said slowly, her voice ringing with an unnatural echo. "This I like."
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