Justice League of Amazons: Dragonborn

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Chapter 7

Martin awoke to the low hum of machinery behind the walls. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes clean of sleep, he looked out the window of his room and saw the floating sphere of Earth. Gazing at it for a moment, the Dragonborn pondered his situation; he'd found himself in a world of only women and was now expected to be the new father to mankind. A small grunt came from Martin's throat as he contemplated that knowledge. He wondered what his shield-siblings in the Companions would say about this.

Swinging his legs out from the bed and letting his feet touch the cold stainless steel floor, the Slayer of Alduin stood up and began to put on his armour. Every time he'd put on his armour, it brought a feeling of peace and calm as he buckled and tightened straps that held his armour to his body. Once he'd finished dressing himself, the Dragonborn then strapped his sheathed sword to his back, adjusting the blade so that it was both in easy reach and able to drawn out smoothly.

Finally came the helmet. Lifting the ebony metal helm, the Dovahkiin lowered it over his head, concealing his face from all who would see it. Striding quietly over to the door of his room, he opened it and it slid open with a pneumatic hiss of compressed air. And standing but a foot from the entrance was Supergirl who had her hand raised up to press the button to open it.

"Oh! H-Hi!" the young woman said nervously as she retracted her hand. "Already awake?" she asked conversationally.

"Yes," came the blunt response from Martin to answer Supergirl's question. "You are awake as well," he observed.

"Y-Yeah, side effect of living on a farm," the young blonde Kryptonian replied. "Early to bed and early to rise," she said chipperly.

"I see."

Kara looked up at Martin awkwardly before saying, "Are you hungry? I was just about to get breakfast when I thought to see if you were awake."

"Yes," came another blunt response from the Dragonborn.

"Okay, then, let's go," Kara said with a forced smile as she reached out with a hand in offer. Martin took it and Supergirl then led him down the hall to cafeteria where Hawkgirl was already awake and already dressed, a cup of coffee in one hand and a bagel in the other.

"Morning, Hawkgirl," Kara greeted the Thanagarian brightly who looked and nodded in greeting.

"Good morning to you both," Shayera said to them. "And you're already dressed. Are we going into battle?" she asked Martin sardonically.

"Force of habit," Martin admitted as he took a seat opposite Hawkgirl and Supergirl sat beside him.

"So, you often wear your armour everyday?" Hawkgirl asked him.

"Yes."

"Because you go into battle everyday?"

"Yes."

Shayera and Kara looked at each other in confusion. Kara then asked, "So, what exactly is it that you do that makes you expect a fight all the time?"

"Mercenary," Martin said instantly.

"Plenty of those around," Kara muttered grimly.

"You do not like mercenaries?" Martin asked looking at her.

"Had to fight more than my share, if that's what you're asking," Supergirl told him. "Seems like every time I go up against Intergang, they've hired a bunch of mercs to take me out," she vented. "Gets really annoying!" she ranted.

"I see," Martin said with a nod of his head.

"So, that aside, what's the plan today?" Supergirl then asked Hawkgirl who took a fortifying sip of coffee before answering the question.

"As much as I want to delay it, the UN has submitted a request, or rather, an order for Martin to make his first donation."

"Donation?" Martin echoed. "Do they wish for money to be given to them?" he asked almost cluelessly.

"Not that kind of donation," Shayera said making a face. "Do you remember what Diana and I talked about last night?" she asked.

"I remember well," Martin replied. "So, they have asked that I donate my seed?" he then asked for clarification.

"They have," Shayera confirmed. "As much as I'd like to put it off until you're settled in, the UN will just keep badgering us until we do it," she said exasperatedly. "So, it's probably best that we get it over and done with now, then focus on more important matters," she added.

"Very well," Martin said in agreement. "When do we leave?" he enquired.

"As soon as everyone is awake and we've all had breakfast, we'll head planetside to the clinic where you can… donate," Shayera replied feeling a little embarrassed as she said the last few words of her sentence.

One by one, everyone began to trickle into the cafeteria and they all began to eat breakfast. Breakfast consisted of fresh fruit, cereal, some baked goods, coffee, tea or orange juice. Martin had taken a ham and cheese bagel and a glass of juice to consume for his breakfast and had it all within seconds. He then waited for everyone to finish their morning meal.

"Okay, everyone. I've already told Martin and Supergirl, and now I'll tell you; the UN has submitted a request for Martin to make his first donation at a clinic, so if anyone doesn't want to come along then say so now," Shayera announced to everyone in the room.

No-one said anything and Shayera nodded and said, "It seems we're all in on this. Let's move out. Wheels up in five!"

And within five minutes, everyone had climbed aboard the Javelins and headed for Earth. The clinic where Martin was to make his donation was in Metropolis City and when they arrived, they saw the building was more fortified than it originally had been before Aresia's virus had swept through the globe. Iron fences with barbed wire surrounded the building and armed guards stood at the entrances and exits.

"Is this a sperm clinic or Fort Knox's little brother?" Vixen commented as they were cleared for entry into the clinic.

As they entered the clinic, they were met by Felicity who was wearing her labcoat over a baby blue button up shirt and a neat black skirt. "Hey, I'm really sorry about this, but the UN gave the order," she explained.

"It's fine," Martin said to her, his tone monotonous yet professional. "Where am I to do this?" he then asked.

"Come this way, I'll help explain it to you," Felicity replied as she then led the Dragonborn to a private room. The room was furnished with a comfortable chair and table upon which lay a tray with some small plastic cups. Situated on the wall was a large mirror which reflected both Martin and Felicity.

"Am I to fill all these?" the Dragonborn asked Felicity indicating the cups.

"Well, not all of them, though we wouldn't complain if you did," Felicity assuaged him. "Just fill up as many as you feel you can and we'll handle it from there," she informed him.

"And the mirror's purpose is to…?" Martin prompted.

"it's a two-way mirror. Strictly for observational purposes and in case you need to request any help with your, ahem, donation," Felicity replied awkwardly.

"I see."

"W-Well, I'll leave you to get comfortable then, shall I?" Felicity said nervously as she exited the room. "If you need help, then don't hesitate to ask," she offered before leaving the room.

Felicity then left the room, closing the door behind her, leaving Martin by himself. With a shrug, Martin cast a spell to remove his armour, leaving him in only his smallclothes.

Behind the mirror, the members of the Justice League watched in fascination as they saw a semi-naked Dovahkiin. The two youngest members, Supergirl and Stargirl, were blatantly staring at the man's muscular physique, the former licking her bottom lip as if savouring the sight of her favourite dessert and the latter was biting her lip a blush on her cheeks.

The older members weren't that much better; Huntress had a wicked glint in her dark eyes as saw the flat hard stomach Martin possessed and she admired the numerous scars that littered and criss-crossed his flesh. Black Canary was wide-eyed, her cheeks stained crimson as she openly gawked at the battle-scarred frame of the Dovahkiin. Power Girl had a small smile on her lips as she appeared to savour the sight of the semi-naked man behind the two-way mirror. Zatanna was fanning herself slightly with a fold-open fan she had conjured up, blatantly staring, her eyes wide with fascination.

Vixen looked at everyone gawking and remarked, "Good God! It's like I've turned on the Discovery Channel just in time to see a pack of lionesses about to devour a poor gazelle!"

Everyone gave a start at this and looked at each other awkwardly. "Can you really blame us?" Zatanna said in their defence. "He just looks so… so…" she faltered as the words failed to pontificate.

"Yummy!" Huntress purred out, uncaring if everyone edged away from her.

"I won't dispute that," Vixen said blandly as she looked at Martin. "I've seen my share of good looking guys in my time as a model, and Martin's certainly up there. But he seems a little… unsure?" she added.

"How do you mean?" Karen asked looking at the dark-skinned heroine.

"Has Martin ever touched himself? Does he know what to do in this instance?" Mari then said to clarify what she meant.

"He admitted that he's never been intimate with anyone in his life," Shayera admitted as she and Diana shared an awkward glance with each other.

"Should one of us go in and help him?" Dr Light suggested.

"I volunteer," Helena said with lascivious and shameless grin on her lips.

"Yeah, I don't think so," Dinah said to the Italian-American brunette with a sardonic smile. "You'd probably jump his bones right on the spot, regardless if we were watching," she added.

"Well, then do you want to go in?" Helena retorted looking at the blonde who thought about it before shrugging and leaving the room. "I wasn't being serious," Huntress the muttered feeling put out by what had just happened.

As Martin prepared to expose himself, he heard the door swing open and he looked behind him to see Black Canary enter the room.

"Do you need some help?" the blonde siren offered kindly.

"Yes. I've never done this before," Martin admitted with the professional candour of a soldier.

"Alright then, let's see what I can do to help," Dinah said with a warm smile as she took off her jacket and set it to one side. "Do you want to undress? It'd be more even footing and might help you feel more comfortable," she offered.

"If you wish to," Martin said in response.

"Okay then," Dinah said with a smile as she reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her bustier. For a brief moment, Dinah almost tittered as she thought that this was almost like some kind of peep show.

"Is something amusing you?" Martin asked her suddenly.

"Um, no, not quite. Just never done this with a guy before," Dinah replied as she finished unzipping her bustier and removed it, leaving herself bare chested. Martin looked at Dinah's bare breasts almost curiously, or rather more clinically like a doctor about to examine a patient. "Never seen a pair before?" Dinah joked.

"Not really," Martin confessed.

"Well, you're about to see more, so count yourself lucky," Dinah told him in amusement at the absurdity of the circumstance. Hooking her fingers on the hem of her shorts, the blonde siren slowly pulled them down to reveal her black lace thong which was almost translucent, barely concealing her womanhood. "You sure you're okay with this?" Dinah then asked the Slayer of Alduin who nodded in response.

"Okay then," Dinah said as she undid the side-ties of her thong, stopping a moment before pulling the garment off, revealing her womanhood to the man in front of her. Martin stared almost analytically, as if assessing the sight before.

"Your turn now," Black Canary prompted him.

"Hm." Martin then pulled off his undergarment to bare himself to the blonde woman before him.

"Oh, wow!" Dinah breathed out in surprise as she saw the Dragonborn's manhood for the first time. He looked big, not grotesquely so, but big enough to get most women going; it was currently flaccid at this moment but even so looked long and thick as it was. Ignoring her errant thoughts of what everyone behind the mirror was thinking, Dinah reluctantly pulled her gaze away from the manhood up to Martin's almost black expression. "Okay, let's do this," she declared as she moved to embrace the man.

Wrapping her around Martin's shoulder, Dinah then began to slowly, sensually rub her bare breasts on his hard chest. Her nipples which were puffing up in arousal grazed along the scarred skin of the Dragonborn. Biting her lip in anticipation, Dinah looked up at Martin to gauge his response. A curious look was in his dark blue eyes, but he showed no indication that he disapproved of what she was doing to him. Feeling bold, Dinah then pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of Martin's mouth, skirting dangerously close to his firm lips. Pressing soft kisses to the man's cheek then down his neck, shoulder and collar, Dinah saw a faint blush spreading across Martin's face.

Smiling that she was getting a subtle response from the man, Dinah ran her hands along his chest and abdominals. She bit her lip as she felt hard packed muscles under the skin which was supple and taut as new leather. Reaching down with one hand, Dinah gently touched the flaccid manhood Martin possessed. A small jerk came from Martin and she smiled up at him as if assuring him she was not going to hurt him. Gently running her fingertips along the underside of the penis, Dinah felt its weight and girth before slowly grasping it firmly yet gently. It twitched in Dinah's hand as she gently began to knead it in her grasp, stroking it up and down in her palm.

Small pants came from the Dragonborn as Black Canary stroked his manhood up and down in her hand, a blush spreading across his cheeks as she did so. Then slowly, his manhood began to grow longer and harder in Dinah's hand.

"Oh, wow!" Dinah mumbled in awe as she witnessed Martin's manhood grow hard and erect in her hand. It was certainly bigger than when it was flaccid; she would swear it was as long as her forearm and had a healthy thickness to it. She almost couldn't wrap her fingers all the way around it was that thick. "You're certainly a big guy, aren't you?" she said as a joke looking at Martin with a blush on her cheeks.

"Thank you," Martin said with professional candour.

"Don't thank me just yet," Dinah said to him. "Let's see what I can work with here," she added with a sly grin on her lips as she began to set a pace at which she could bring Martin to his peak.

The next hour proved to be quite productive as Dinah brought the Dragonborn to climax several times. They had filled several cups which were then taken away by the staff. Martin was then given a large jug of ice water to rehydrate and a deep blush was on his face. Dinah had a deeper blush on her face as she washed her hands and fingers before dressing herself in her uniform. Martin conjured his armour back onto him and he looked at Black Canary.

"Thank you," he said to her quietly.

"You're welcome," Dinah replied with a warm smile on her lips.

They then left the room to rejoin the Justice League all of whom had deep blushes on their faces. Some like Huntress had teasing looks in their eyes which they directed at Black Canary who bowed her head, not wanting to endure their teasing.

"All done?" Shayera asked the pair who nodded in response. "Good. Let's get out of here," she said briskly as she led everyone out of the clinic.

An hour later aboard the Watchtower, Dinah sat in the monitor room, seated at the computer console, her fingers tapping the keys quickly as she monitored CCTV cameras and satellite images across the globe.

Then walking in were Helena and Zatanna who both had determined looks on their faces. Dinah turned around to look at them. "Something I can help you with?" she asked them casually.

"Something like that," Helena replied. "What was it like?" she asked with a lewd grin on her face.

"What was what like?" Dinah asked, feigning stupidity but she knew what Helena meant.

"Don't play dumb, Di," Helena said to her sternly. "What was it like holding Martin's dick in your hand?" she asked.

"You saw it all well enough," Dinah replied dryly.

"Yeah, but we want to know what it was like for you," Zatanna clarified. "It's got us curious," she admitted.

"He was… big," Dinah said after a moment of thought. "I mean, he was already big but that was before I got him up and ready," she added with a titter.

"Yeah and he seemed to like what you did to him," Zatanna said with a giggle. "Think he'd want more of what you did?" she asked jocularly.

"Maybe," Dinah said vaguely not giving anything away. "It was just to help him since it was the first time for him," she reminded the two brunettes.

"Maybe he'd be up for me helping him out?" Helena mused aloud a grin on her lips.

Dinah made to bite out some retort for Huntress to keep her distance, but she stopped herself. Martin didn't belong to her exclusively; he didn't belong to anyone. What they did was just one time, hardly enough to consider the man hers and her alone.

"If that's what you like," the blonde then said Huntress.

As Zatanna made to say something, the door slid open and Martin came walking inside. "Oh, Martin! What brings you here?" the magician asked the Dovahkiin.

"Nothing much. Just thought I'd talk to Black Canary," Martin said simply.

"Of course, we'll leave you be," Huntress said to Martin. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she added over her shoulder as she and Zatanna left the room. Dinah shook her head in exasperation before looking at Martin who looked at her impassively.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" the blonde siren asked the silver-haired man.

"I didn't want things to be awkward between us," he said in response.

"Between us? Are you talking about the clinic?"

Martin nodded. "You don't have to worry," Dinah said to him kindly. "I helped you out, nothing more," she explained.

"Did it mean anything to you?" Martin suddenly asked.

"Pardon me?"

"Did it mean anything to you when you helped me?"

"Oh. Well, it meant something to me," Dinah replied. "What did it mean to you?" she asked Martin.

"I don't really know to be honest," Martin said uncertainly. "Before today, I'd never experienced any kind of intimacy, sexual or otherwise, so it's new to me," he informed Dinah.

"So, you never had a romantic relationship of any kind?" Dinah asked as she turned to face the man fully.

"No. Never had time for such things," Martin replied. "There were one or two people I felt close to, but never more than that," he said.

"Who were they, if you don't mind me asking?" Dinah prodded.

"Aela the Huntress and Serana," Martin answered. "Aela was my shield-sibling in the Companions and Serana was a vampire I'd met during my time with the Dawnguard," he said.

"Vampire? There are vampires in your world?"

"Mhm. Werewolves too," Martin replied.

"What kind of world do you come from?" Dinah asked.

"Nothing like your world. As far as I can tell there are no elves, beast races, vampires, werewolves or even dragons in this world I've found myself," Martin stated.

"Okay, so back to these two women you mentioned; Aela and Serana. Were you close with them?" Dinah enquired.

"Yes. I'd met Aela on the plains outside of Whiterun, fighting a giant and I soon joined the Companions afterwards. I also learnt the secret of the Circle, the senior veterans of the Companions, of which Aela was a part of," Martin said.

"And what was this secret?"

"The Circle were werewolves and they inducted me into their pack with Aela becoming my forebear," Martin said candidly.

"Werewolves? And they made you one?!" Dinah almost backed away in fear.

"I was one for a time," Martin corrected. "When Kodlak, the Harbinger, desired to be free of his lycanthropy, he recruited me into finding a means to rid ourselves of the condition," he said.

"Did you?"

"We did."

Dinah breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Good. I was starting to think I'd have to carry a gun and silver bullets with me. So, what about this Serana? She was a vampire?" she asked.

"Yes. The Dawnguard was an order of vampire hunters that formed in response to growing vampire attacks across Skyrim. I came across Serana in Dimhollow Crypt that a group of vampires were excavating and I found her in a seal sarcophagus carrying an Elder Scroll," Martin recounted.

"Elder Scroll?" Dinah parroted.

"Powerful magical artefacts. Serana was the daughter of a powerful vampire lord who sought to blot out the sun the world would be in perpetual darkness," Martin then said. "Serana and her mother didn't want that and Serana was then sealed away for her own safety for millennia, that was until I found her. I then helped Serana bring down her father," he added.

"So you were close to these two women?" Dinah asked for clearer understanding.

"Yes, I was," Martin confirmed. "But I never did anything of an intimate nature with them," he then stated.

"Why didn't you?" Dinah queried.

"I don't know. Never saw a reason too," Martin replied.

"Did they show any interest in you?"

"I don't know. Serana perhaps asked me some questions about me, but nothing more than that," came the Dovahkiin's answer.

"I see…" Dinah made a mental note to perhaps bring this up with Shayera and Diana. "So, how did you feel when I 'helped' you at the clinic?"

"It was my first time and I had no frame of reference beforehand," Martin said.

"But how did it make you feel in the moment?" Dinah rephrased.

"It was… different. Strange almost," Martin described.

"Strange in a good way, or a bad way?" Dinah prompted.

"I don't know. I believe it felt good in the moment," came Martin's answer.

"Hmm, interesting," Dinah remarked. "Would you like to discuss this in more detail later? I think it could help you understand what you felt," she offered.

"I would like that," Martin said with a nod of his head.

"Well, alright then. I'll try and clear my schedule some time later this week and we can go into more detail about how you were feeling," Dinah told him with a warm and kind smile.

"Yes. Thank you," Martin rose to his feet and left the room. After he left the room, Dinah made a note in her personal file to make some time for Martin later in the week. It was blatantly obvious to Dinah that Martin had never experienced sexual intimacy in his life before today, so he would obviously be confused over what he had felt in that moment. A brief thought of Martin perhaps being asexual crossed Dinah's mind which in some respects made sense given Martin's overall behaviour; he'd lived as a warrior with seemingly no time for relationships of romantic or physical natures. It would be something to bring up with Shayera and Diana to see what they could do to help Martin adjust to the world he'd found himself in.

And if on the off-chance that Martin was indeed asexual, Dinah would admit that she might be a little disappointed, as others would be she imagined. But would it really be that bad if Martin was asexual, or as the slang would put it, an Ace? It wouldn't change him as a person, it would just be something for everyone to come to terms with.

After making a note in her file to set up an appointment for Martin, Dinah then resumed her work at the Monitor console.

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: There! Seventh chapter of this is done and dusted! I hope you all liked it, and after this chapter, it'll be bumped up to M rating, unless it already has been. I can't remember. And it seems like there's a possibility that the Dragonborn is asexual, which isn't a bad thing entirely in some respects, because as fan servicey as this story's setting suggests, it wouldn't be a bad thing for the protagonist to be an Ace as pop culture would put it. I know the idea of a hero character being asexual might put some of you off and demand for smut galore, we all gotta grow up sometime and realise that as nice as sex is, it's not everything. There's plenty of other fanfiction writers out there who put out smut fics on the regular.

And in other news, I've gotten the idea of a Justice League of Amazons/For Honor crossover in which the Warden hero character ends up in the Justice League of Amazons universe. So you know the drill: there's a romance poll on FFN profile of some lovely ladies for the Warden to end up with, so feel free to cast your vote.

And apart from that, I haven't got too much more to say about this, so I'll leave this here and catch you all in the next one.

Be kind to one another,

Angry lil' elf.