July 9th 2016 Ritz-Carlton Hotel, Star City, 10:00 A.M EDT

"This place is so PRETTY!" Amy Squealed happily. "I can't believe they have a WATERFALL in the lobby!" She was spinning around, staring at the inside of the hotel in wonder. I knew it wasn't really about the hotel itself, we'd been to fantasy world castles and we lived in a giant terrifying fortress. It was the feeling of being a normal married couple on our honeymoon.

My eyes drank her in, enjoying the sight of her curvy body straining the purple sundress she was wearing, and her bright violet eyes lighting up as she took in the decor. She looked good enough to eat.

She clearly noticed my hungry gaze because she turned and winked at me. "Keep it in your pants darling." She said with a wicked smile. "Have to have dinner before you get dessert. And speaking of delicious buns, Emmy! Where are the suitcases?"

Princess Emerald, long time best friend of Amy and occasional bouncer on my cock, came hurrying through the door after us, carrying a huge stack of luggage she was balancing precariously as she rushed. "Coming! Sorry, sorry. There's a lot of stuff here. You could have just brought this all in Nicky's pouch, couldn't you?"

Amy laid a tight slap on her friend's toned rump, getting a squeak from the bun haired blonde cutie as she almost dropped the luggage. "People would notice if we had way more than we came in with." She put a finger to her lips. "We've got to be subtle."

I glanced at the tiny blonde china doll carrying a tower of suitcases and raised an eyebrow. "Clearly. Also, and this isn't a complaint by any means, but isn't this a honeymoon? Why bring Emerald along. Glad to spend time with her of course, but I thought the whole point of this was that it was just us."

Amy pouted at me. "Are you really so heartless you forgot? Emmy was there for our first time together. We had her on our wedding night. Not to mention she's my best friend. Of course I brought her along as my attendant."

Emerald giggled. "Plus she suspects that she might need some alone time with Mary, or you might, and I'm supposed to entertain the other one."

Pouting harder, Amy slapped her friend's ass a little more roughly. "You should keep that pretty mouth shut before I put it to better use." I felt a flash of desire from Emerald, which wasn't a shock considering her obsessive crush on my wife. She belonged to both of us these days, but Emerald would eat Amy's snatch for all three meals and snacks in between if she could get away with it.

I took in a deep breath, sighing contentedly. I had to admit, with the big fight coming up, it was nice to just relax. Room service, endless hot water, and plenty of women. This was a vacation even pre-system me would have been over the moon about. I pushed down the sunglasses I was wearing as a pair of girls walked by, giggling at my gaze as I admired their sculpted asses while they bounced toward the pool.

I felt a poke in the ribs and I turned to see Amy raising an eyebrow. "Don't forget we're not JUST here for you to fuck some random girls. This IS our honeymoon. I expect at least most of your attention."

"Of course." I said soothingly as I pulled her curvy body against me. My hands feel to her soft squeezable ass as I kissed my way down her jaw. "You're so much sexier than they are anyway. You have all my attention." I bit down on the soft skin of her neck, ripping a quiet moan from her throat.

With a brief hesitation and an exertion of will, she pushed me off with a long sigh. "As lovely as an interlude sounds, we'll have time later. Let's get checked in. We'll be here for a few days. There's no rush."

Turning and gesturing for Emerald to follow, she sashayed away to the counter. I grinned to myself. I hadn't been lying. My wife was the hottest piece of ass in this whole hotel. She was definitely the main course. My eyes strayed to a cute little latina with appealingly plump behind scurrying off to the pool. Sometimes appetizers made the meal better.

We arrived at the front desk to find it mostly empty. A pretty middle eastern woman around her mid twenties was sitting in front of a computer looking bored, and she didn't even look up as we arrived. "Welcome to the Ritz Carlton hotel. How many rooms will you need and for how long."

Chuckling, I withdrew my black card. I had plenty of money from the sell off of dads assets when he died. He hadn't bothered to reclaim them because he was avoiding people finding out he was back. "Two penthouse suites, preferably right next to each other." At my voice, she looked up and…froze.

It was easy to forget sometimes that aside from being absurdly good looking to begin with, I'd been upgrading my life state regularly for a year or more. Amy was a literal fantasy princess, plus a dragon, and Emerald was an adorable little biscuit who had been sexy even back in Gemworld, where bloodlines made most royals unspeakably pretty.

The three of us looked like sex gods mixed with cover models and multiplied by a thousand, and the poor girl was blown away by seeing us in such close proximity. Shunting this kind of attention aside when I was walking around was easy, but I was on vacation and I hadn't bothered.

Safira, as her nametag informed me her name was, trailed her eyes over our bodies for a full minute, licking her lips, before Amy cleared her throat in amusement.

"Oh!" She squeaked. "Right, sorry! I'm sure I could stuff you in-FIT YOU IN!" She corrected herself in a horrified voice. "I'm sure I have room for you. In the hotel. In a room." She blushed furiously. "Would you…would you like to take me up to your room- I mean would you like ME to take YOU up to your room."

I smirked a bit. "That would be fine. But doesn't someone need to stay and man the desk?"

She blinked at me. "I don't…oh." She deflated. "Yes. They do. Maybe later I could come give you a tour or something?"

Amy smiled sweetly. "It's our honeymoon. We'll be spending some alone time later." She grabbed Emerald and pulled her forward. "But that means my poor friend Emmy will be all alone. Do you think you could come keep her entertained for us when you get off shift?"

Emerald blushed, and even I thought it was adorable. Safira's eyes flickered between us, and I felt the pulse of desire.

Kinsey scale aside, all three of us were the kind of sexy that make people who had any interest in the opposite sex into babbling idiots, and Safira wasn't exactly averse to the female form. "I…yes." She said shyly. "I'll come up to your room later. If that's ok?" There was a pulse of arousal from her, making it clear that being delivery pussy for a rich sexy blonde girl was definitely on her bucket list.

Emerald nodded again, and we headed for the elevator after she gave us our room keys. "So, not that it wasn't hot as hell, but why did you see fit to pimp your best friend to the front desk girl?" I said with a laugh.

Amy rolled her eyes. "Because we have no idea how many people work here and snooping will be suspicious. Safira works with probably everyone. She can help us figure out which of the probably dozens of people at this hotel is Mary. It'll save time. Plus I wasn't lying about alone time. Emmy needs someone to keep her occupied when she's not with us."

The princess in question was blushing heavily. "Amaya." She said reproachfully. "I don't need you to find women for me."

"Just let her have her fun." I advised. "I think she's got a bit of a fetish. Besides, desk girl was a cutie. Have some fun. We're on vacation. Cut loose, drop your top, sit on her face. What's the point of a fancy hotel if you don't order room service." I winked at her and she giggled a bit.

Emerald was probably the most inclined towards women out of all my girls except maybe Donna. I knew she had plenty of playtime with the others in the house, Barbie and Hildie both made liberal use of her services, and she and Amy had special alone time on the regular. Her interest in the female form was well established, and this seemed like a good gift for her.

Honestly, Emerald was probably one of the girls I felt the most bad about in terms of treatment. She loved her life at the hall, of course, and she was more Amy's than mine, but I'd never made much of an effort with the princess.

Part of this realization was probably based on my draconic hunger for royal pussy, granted, but I also felt like I should get to know Emerald better, and honestly, liking girls was the only thing we had in common as far as I knew. Still, I could do better. "Speaking of room service." I said with a laugh. "Why don't we order some food. Do you want to come eat with us? Honeymoon horniness aside I'm sure Amy wouldn't make her best friend starve."

My wife pouted. "Well not if you phrase it like that." Her face brightened after just a second though. "I'm joking Emmy, of course we want you to come eat with us. You can tell us all about your plans for your vacation while we've got other things going on."

I called down to the front desk, ordering room service to our room, and Emerald followed us inside. She passed me the bags, which I carried over and dumped on the bed, and then she and Amy started chatting about the services this place offered. Emerald was here to help us with Mary and to provide us with a single person to use as a cover if needed, but she wouldn't be with us constantly.

She'd clearly considered that too, because she'd planned out a whole weekend to herself involving deep tissue massages, facial scrubs, seaweed wraps, and time by the pool. The times were flexible in case we needed her, but she was definitely excited about it.

It was kind of sweet, and I enjoyed seeing them bond over girl stuff, especially when our food arrived (I got Steak Au Poivre) and we got to dig into a delicious meal.

Because I was in such a good mood, I fished out some higher end ingredients and used my particular knack for karmic merging to combine our dishes with some complementary flavors (no points needed of course). It took the food to a whole new level and the company was good.

Eventually we finished, and Emerald said her goodbyes, grabbing the one bag that was hers and heading for her adjoining suite through the connecting door, saying she wanted to be in her room to greet her visitor. Amy reminded her to ask around about Mary, though she winked and told her there was no rush if Safira's mouth was a bit busy for a while.

Once she was gone, my wife turned and gave me a devilish smile. Sauntering over to our room, she stripped off her sundress, revealing a bright violet set of lingerie, the purple fabric clinging to her plush body as she gave me a sultry look. Thinking back to my earlier though about those girls heading for the pool, I was forced to admit I may be getting sentimental. Sometimes the main course didn't need any lead up.

July 9th 2016 Ritz-Carlton Hotel, Star City, 5:00 P.M EDT

"Well, that was bracing." I said with a groan as I arched my back, stretching widely to decompress my back. "How you doing babe?" My wife let out a low whine, unfocused eyes on the wall as drool leaked from her mouth and cum leaked from her battered pussy. I gave her an affectionate slap on the rump. "You said you wanted it as hard as I could go. It's only been six hours."

She whined again, and I chuckled. Her brain was fine, I hadn't broken it. Hell, as a high ranking dragon I wasn't sure I COULD break her brain. Still, she'd given me a good time, and I appreciated it. I Grabbed a blanket and tossed it over her bare body. "I'll have them send up dinner." I said cheerfully. "I'm going to hit the pool."

I'd done my husbandly duties, now I was going to lie out in the sun and appreciate the local talent.

Putting on a pair of swim trunks, I grabbed a towel and hit the elevator, leaning back against the wall as I waited for the thing to descend. I went down two floors, then the elevator stopped and the doors opened, A woman walked in, pressing the button for the bottom floor, and I raised an eyebrow as I took her in.

Older, dark hair. Pretty face, nearly as bottom heavy as Whisper, though she was standing like she was less comfortable with it. I did a quick appraisal and my interest was peaked as I realized she was a meta-human.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure Detected. Rita Farr- D ranked meta-human. Elasa-girl, aka Rita Farr, is a member of the doom patrol, wife of Mento, and a former teen actress during the 1980's. Exhausted by her scheming, money hungry husband, Rita sometimes takes long vacations to get away from home.]

Internally, I grinned like a cat that ate the canary. Older superhero sexpot, banging body, it was like I was looking at Dinah when we first met. I was supposed to look for Mary, but…hey, I was on vacation too. I hadn't really flexed my milf hunting skills in a while, I'd been using my power as a crutch to attract women.

"Excuse me." I said with an awkward smile. "Um…do I know you from somewhere? You look really familiar." I hunched my shoulders a bit, making myself seem a bit smaller, since my size could be intimidating.

She turned, looking unimpressed at being bothered, but then her eyes caught me and she froze. There was a light pinking on her cheeks as she realized she was being approached by someone who looked like a cover model. "I…sorry. I get that alot. Just one of those faces I guess." She said quickly.

I smiled 'shyly' "Oh, I don't think I could ever forget a face like yours." I held out my hand. "I'm Nick. Sorry if I bothered you, the familiarity was just bugging me." I pulled my hand from hers and scratched the back of my head. "I'll leave you alone now. Just ignore me."

"No!" She said quickly, then blushed deeper. "I mean, it's not trouble. Honestly I don't like to dwell on it but I was on TV for a few years back in the eighties. I'm Rita."

Snorting, I shook my head. "I don't believe it. You can't be more than twenty five."

Rolling her eyes, she gave me a good natured smile. "Yeah, sure. Let's go with that. How about you. You're certainly a big boy."

"Nineteen." I laughed. "Though I'm not small." We exited the elevator and both headed to the pool. Rita was wearing a sporty red bikini that would have been relatively conservative on anyone without the expansive wagon she was draggin. As it was her tremendous ass turned the fairly modest bottoms into something nearing a G-string, and her sarong was the only thing keeping her from exposing a generous three quarter moon.

When we got to the pool, we picked a pair of chairs together and sat down to talk. Rita was…pent up. Eros and Psyche made it clear that she knew what I wanted. She didn't plan to give it to me, but she liked the attention. I was young and attractive and the way I was staring had lit a fire in her belly.

"So, what brings you to star city Rita?" I asked cheerfully. "Though given your beauty I'm sure you'll fit right in here."

She giggled lightly, calling over one of the pool boys and passing him a hundred, telling him to keep the margaritas coming. At my raised eyebrow she winked. "Sorry stud, I'm not buying booze for you. You'll just have to watch me drink and suffer."

"I think I'd like to watch you do pretty much anything." I grinned. "But you didn't mention why you're here?"

Her face fell a bit, a sour look taking over her pretty features. "Yeah. I guess I just needed some down time. My hu-." She froze, changing her sentence. "The guy I'm seeing isn't very appreciative of the things I do. Sometimes I think he married me because of my acting career. When it didn't go anywhere…well, I have another job, but he doesn't seem to care as much about that."

"Hope you don't mind me saying, but he sounds like a dick." I said bluntly. "And nowhere near the kind of guy who deserves a smokeshow like you."

She blushed. "That's not…Nicky!" She hissed. "I'm more than fifty years old. I am not a SMOKESHOW. I'm an old woman. It's sweet of you to make me feel better, but it's not really fair to make it seem like you're genuinely attracted to me."

"I don't see any old women here." I said, my eyes raking over her. "Just a mature beauty. Besides, guys like me like older women. Girls my own age are so flighty and fickle." I put on a hangdog expression. "I'm actually…I came here with a girl. It was supposed to be our first vacation. But she just went up to the room and went to sleep. I don't think she even cares about spending time together."

Even my perfect bodily control had trouble holding back the cackle at blaming my currently insensate wife for not coming down the pool after I put her in a sex coma. Still, Rita's features softened as she bit her lip.

"Well, that's not very fair." She said grudgingly. "If a man like brought me somewhere this nice as a girl I'd be blown away."

I leaned over, putting my hand on her knee as we sat across from each other on the edge of our beach chairs. My thumb started circling on the bare skin of her thigh. "Yeah, I could tell how passionate you are." I said in a low voice. "You've got this fire in your eyes. I don't think I've ever seen it anywhere else. I could see it the second I met you."

Contrary to my expectations, she didn't just melt at my words. She gave me a little smirk. "I don't think you were looking at my eyes when you first met me."

Shrugging, I gave her an unrepentant grin. "What can I say. You've been blessed with an incredible body. It caught my attention. But you're the one who's keeping it. Besides, don't think I haven't caught you scoping out my abs."

Her cheeks darkened. "Well honestly, who has a ten pack? You could grate cheese on those things. You should stop flirting with me, or I'm going to get the wrong idea."

"What idea?" I asked softly. "That I think you're beautiful and I'm enjoying our time together?"

Biting her lip again, she shook her head. "That's not…I'm married. And you're here with someone. It isn't a good idea for us to talk like this."

I just shrugged. "Like what? We're just friends giving each other compliments. Friends do that. Hell, friends can do other things for each other. Maybe put some sunscreen on so you don't burn that lovely pale skin of yours. Be a shame if I couldn't see that pretty blush."

She stammered out an answer, but I'd gotten to her. I patted my seat and she switched, sitting meekly in front of me. I removed the sarong, leaving her in her bikini, and pulled out a bottle of sunscreen from her bag, putting it on my hands and starting to rub it into her skin. She sat there stiffly in front of me as I worked her muscles, digging my fingers just deep enough, using Eros and Psyche to set off little sparks of erotic energy when I hit a particularly knotted muscle, smearing the sunscreen across her. She was basically in my lap, and I let myself get hard, enjoying the little squeak as she felt my cock press up against her ample booty.

"That's…" She said hoarsely. "You got all of my back. I think you're fine." I considered stopping, and shrugged, removing my hands. "Thank you." She said in relief and you can-" She turned over her shoulder and I leaned down and kissed her.

Her eyes flew open wide and she squeaked, but didn't pull away as I explored her mouth. I used my gift to trigger low level orgasm aftershocks as I wrapped my tongue around hers, enjoying the chance to kiss a beautiful woman. I put a hand flat on her stomach, yanking her against me. Her massive ass hot dogged me as she ground back, and I considered trying something, but decided to let her initiate.

Pulling back, I grinned at her. "You think that's how I kiss an old lady?" I asked wickedly.

"How is your dick so big?" She ground out as she pressed back against me. "I can feel it between my cheeks."

Speaking of feeling her cheeks, I reached down to pinch her ass. "How are you walking around with a fat ass like this without a trail of horny men following you everywhere you go. Especially when your lips taste like that."

Her desires flared. She liked that I wanted her. Liked that I made a move, and her little resolution to just flirt with me was weakening by the second.

"I don't want you to think this is some grand romance thing." She said plainly. "You're…SO pretty. I mean God, you look like a porn star. But I'm not…I mean not that anything will happen. But if it did I wouldn't leave my husband or anything. Just. I like how you make me feel. I want you to make me feel more of it."

She would totally leave him if I pushed, but I didn't need another permanent girl. Some vacation fun would be great though. "Well, I don't know." I said consideringly. "I might be too big for you."

Throwing a leg straight up, she made a weird shifting spin move that left her facing me and wriggled up onto my lap, grinding her pussy against the hardness in my trunks. "I can take anything." She hissed. "You think I was always a boring married lady? I've had some FAT cocks. Nothing like this, but trust me, you can MAKE it fit."

Her desires were rioting. Rita had been a bit of a size queen when she was younger, probably a side effect of having an elastic stretch pussy. Questioning her had pushed her over the edge.

Yanking her up, I spun her around and laid a tight slap on that enormous ass. "You can bet this fat jiggly ass I will. And like you asked, no romance. Get in the bathroom I'm gonna fuck you in a stall." She moaned softly but hurried off, and I was right behind her. Watching that fat ass, I lamented the fact that I wasn't going to bother Branding her. Those cheeks would look great with a bit of orange on them. I'd have to settle for turning them bright red.

July 9th 2016 Ritz-Carlton Hotel, Star City, 6:00 P.M EDT (smut warning: cheating, milf, rough sex)

We made it to the elevator before I slammed her against the wall to shove my tongue into her mouth, barely. She whined against my lips as I played her tongue like a fiddle, using Eros and Psyche to strum her desire and the nerves in it so she felt like it was basically a second clit. My hands clamped down on some doughy milf ass as we devoured each other.

It felt fantastic. I loved my girls, I loved my kids, I ALSO loved tricking ditzy bimbos out of their panties and stuffing them full of cock until their brains exploded. I was a dragon, but I was also still me. Sociopath tendencies or not, this felt fantastic.

"Fuck." She panted as I pulled back, kissing my way down her jaw to her neck. "How are you? Oh God. I'm on fire! I've never been this wet. Is this what it feels like to let a younger man take what he wants?"

I growled, slapping her bowling ball booty harder than I would have if she hadn't been living rubber. "Men plural?" I snapped. "This ass is mine now. I don't share. Well, not with other men. Eat as much pussy as you like." I slid my hand down the front of her bikini bottoms, hooking my fingers into her cunt and beckoning along her g-spot.

"What?" She stammered, eyes fluttering. "But my husband…"

I traced her clit with my thumb, pulsing with Eros and Psych and she groaned. "Can have his wife back when I'm done. But this pussy is my permanent property. If you want to fuck you'd better give it up for me slut. So what's it gonna be? Am I going to stop?"

"NO!" She cooed. "You can have it. You can have my pussy, you can have my whole body. Just FUCK me please, I need it so bad." Suddenly, I stopped, pulling back and leaving her stumbling and shocked. "What? No! Please, its yours. I promise take it right now!" Her eyes were wide and frantic, and I considered that I might have gone to far…but I didn't care that much.

As long as I didn't break her it was fine. The door opened and her eyes snapped up, and I grinned, gesturing for her to get out as a couple got on. The man was staring at the enormous rump on display as she left the elevator, and I couldn't help but gloat.

"Now." I said once they were gone. "Get your fat ass moving, whore. Before I decide a cheating bimbo like you doesn't deserve my cock."

Rita was pretty much drunk on lust at this point and she hurried to her room, ass bouncing pleasantly as she scuttled ahead of me. When she reached the room she fumbled the key desperately until she had let us in, then beelined for the bed, stripping bare and bending over to shove her colossal rear into the air like an animal in heat.

I walked over to where she wriggled needily, making sure to keep it slow. I slapped her ass, harder than last time, and the whole thing caved in gloriously before bouncing back to crisp jiggly fullness with a snap. "You realize I'm going to do things to you that would break another woman." I said lazily as I traced her ass.

"I can take it." She growled lustily. "I can take it all. I need it. I've been so lonely."

Chuckling, I ran my fingers over the peach fuzz above her cunt. She hadn't shaved lately, which I liked. I was never a fan of bare pussy. "Hubby didn't put this beautiful twat to proper use?"

"Never." She groaned. "Fuck I miss it. I let men DESTROY me as a teen. Huge men with huge cocks. You have no idea how fucking much I can take in this pussy. But that limp dicked little fuck can barely get me full, nevermind stretch me like I need."

I unbuttoned my pants, pressing the head of my cock against her soaking cunt. Then I SHOVED into her. Hard. My hips smashed into her ass cheeks, and I felt her body shift and warp. It was…indescribably. Not just how forceful I could be, not just how deep I got it, the feeling of hitting her cervix and then pushing through like I was in a hentai, I threw back my head and groaned in ecstasy.

"FUUUUCK!" She squealed. "FUCK YES! THAT'S IT! FUCKING CRUSH ME! RUIN ME! BREAK ME IN HALF!" Pushing through the cervix and womb fucking a woman was one of those things you can't actually do in real life, as hot as the idea is, even high ranking bodies can't take that.

This bitch was fucking MADE for sex. I pushed her down onto the bed, slamming my hips forward, pulling out and then smashing back in through the end of her cunt, slamming into her womb with every thrust. "Fuck!" I snarled almost angrily. "Take it all you cheating whore!"

"Every inch!" She howled. "I'll take anything. You can do it all! FUCK ME! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK MEEEEEE!" I felt her cunt explode around me, squirting all over the bed, but I didn't even care, just extra lube for the demolition of her perfect stretchy pussy.

The feel of that pinpoint entrance to her womb scraping over the head of my cock as I forced my way through every shove was transcendent. "This is my pussy whore!" I hissed. "SAY IT AGAIN!"

"ALL YOURS!" She wailed desperately. "All of me. You can have every inch. You can have my ass baby. Take it please! I saw you staring!"

I reached around, grabbing a nipple and twisting roughly. "You think I need you to tell me how to use what's mine?" I snarled. I could feel through her desires how much she loved being treated like this. Perfect Rita, the pretty princess, the actress, the hero, the wife. She wasn't any of that right now. She was Dirty Rita the screaming whore and she loved it.
"You know you want it!" She spat. "All you mean want my ass. You stare and drool and lust after it like animals. Ever since I can remember. All those years acting, all the men wanted my ass, and they never got it."

I shoved a thumb in her asshole, getting a groan of approval. "They never got this?" I growled. "You never gave up this premium hole to any of those big cocked studs you let have you as a teen? Why now then slut? Why give it to me? Why let me take the last virgin whole in your whore body."

"BECAUSE YOU EARNED IT!" She shrieked. "This is the best dick I've ever had baby. It's fat and long and it gets so fucking deep. I'd be dying if I wasn't a meta. I'm not sure how you knew and I don't care. I've never had anything this good."

Lifting her up, I carried her into the bathroom. I took up a position in front of the mirror as I rammed myself balls deep into the screaming bitch. "Look at your guts!" I hissed. "Can you see where my cock is bulging your stomach?" I pressed on her womb, enjoying the feel of my own dick tapping against my fingers as I used her pussy.

"It's perfect!" She wept happily. "You're doing it so good! I'm so glad I cheated. I'm so glad it was with you! This is real sex! I forgot what it was like. No, that's wrong, I never knew. I've never been fucked like this baby! It's so fucking good!"

Yanking her up off my cock, I held her up in the air, letting her legs kick as she whined and wriggled, desperate to restuff her empty cunt. "Spread your cheeks." I hissed, and her face split in the dirtiest grin I'd ever witnessed. She reached back, grabbed those massive ass cheeks, and peeled them apart.

With zero warning or wind up, I shoved her down, rolling her asshole down my dick like a condom in a single shove as she screamed in ecstatic approval. "Work the cunt bitch." I snapped. "Keep cumming for me." I started pounding into her asshole as rough as I could, luxuriating in the stretchy tightness of a super heroic rectum.

Her hand flashed down to her cunt, rubbing furiously at her clit as I used her back door. "Fuck harder baby!" She whined as she stiffened and squirted again. "Get in that fat ass. Wreck it. I've never had a man in there, but I can take it!"

That stretching power was almost definitely helping, because dripping cunt aside she'd barely needed any lube to get in her butt, but I sped up anyway, my hips hammering into her ass cheeks so hard the claps sounded like thunder. The air around us warped, distorting from the force, and I just held on for the ride, pounding away at her bottom half like a draconic jackhammer.

Her rubbing did the job too, combined with her category five ass fucking, she was screaming and begging and squirting, splattering the mirror and sink as she stared at her braindead whorish expression. I could feel the lust and exultation as she processed what was going on, her desire spiking.

"You're going to come back here next year!" I snapped. "You're gonna get this again, assuming I don't decide to make you visit my place and take it there."

She nodded vigorously. "I promise baby!" She whined. "I promise I'll come any time you call. I'll take this every fucking night. I don't care if my husband finds out. I hope it makes him furious, knowing he'll never get the things I let you do to me."

"Fucking whore." I snarled. "You're getting off on this. You like being used like a sick little fuck doll?"

Wailing, she nodded again. "SO MUCH!" She squealed. "I FUCKING LOVE IT! It's just what I needed. Fuck I wish you were around to do this to me when I was on TV. My pussy was so much fucking tighter baby, even with my powers. It would have been so good."

I grabbed a bouncing tit with one hand, twisting her nippled again as her fingers became a blur on her clit. "I'll make you young again if you want." I snarled. I let my eyes bleed gold, and she stared, but I felt her cunt clench harder. She knew normal men didn't fuck like this. She was D rank, there was no way she didn't know how hard I was pounding her fat ass.

"I want it." She whispered in an almost worshipful tone. "I want you to give me back my teen pussy and then fucking take it baby. I want to be your little teen celebrity bitch. Don't you want that? Don't you want to fuck your dumb little Rita-slut?"

Laughing at the obvious attempt to get me to return her youth (hard to say if she believed me or if she thought this was a sex thing, even with the eyes) I picked up speed. My balls were clenching, and I was gonna fill her up soon, it was going to be a big one. "You've got to earn that slut!" I snarled. "You ready to put that ass to work?"

I triggered a major orgasm with my powers and she screamed, squirting all over the bathroom again as I butt fucked her. "Do it!" She squealed. "Fuck my ass baby!" She started shoving herself back as best she could (which wasn't great) trying to get my dick into her further.

Finally I groaned, unloading in her ass as my balls clenched, but not even bothering to stop fucking her as I came. I wasn't done by a long shot. I sighed internall as I saw a familiar orange snake tattoo in the mirror, but kept the exasperation off my face. I just wanted some stretchy milf pussy, and now I had another girl to deal with. Oh well, I'd figure it out. For now I was gonna break this bitch in half. A dragon's work is never done.

I groaned as I dropped Rita on the bed, noting her glazed look (hah, it worked in two ways). I was pretty proud of myself. MILF, it does the body good. Of course, then I checked the time and groaned. My wife was going to be pissed I'd missed dinner. Glancing down at Rita, I considered the orange snake on the swell of her ass.

Not that I'd been meaning to do that. Eight billion one million points. That was almost annoying, since I knew I wouldn't be needing it. I had a thing about round numbers. But I supposed I could use it for something.

"Nicky?" Groaned the bottom heavy elastic MILF. "Is that you? Where are you going?"

I considered her for a minute. She was mine now, which meant I had to actually keep her. Or rather, I didn't have to but I wanted to. Finding a girl below A rank I could really go to town on was nice, and I kind of liked Rita. She was sassy, and dat ass.

"Have to get back to my room." I finally said. "I'll leave my number. And get yours. Don't worry." I leaned down and took a handful of elastic booty. "This ass is mine now. I'm not giving it up."

She tried to hide her face, but she was exhausted, so I caught the blush easily enough. "Ok." She said shyly. I was planning to introduce her to Amy, but right now probably wasn't a great time. Instead I decided to use her. "Keep an eye out for a pretty brown haired girl about my age. Name is Mary."

"You're using me to scope out other girls?" She pouted. "That's so mean."

I shrugged. "I was pretty up front about being with someone. Besides, we both know I was keeping secrets, Elasta-girl."

That got a frown. "You knew about that huh? I knew you were meta. That fucking wasn't something a human could have given me, but I wasn't sure this was about my hero persona. Are you going to use me to hurt the Doom Patrol?" She didn't sound like she'd resist. More tired and hurt by the idea.

"I can honestly say I have no idea what the fuck that even is." I said with a shrug. "There's so many minor hero teams its hard to keep track. I have ways of accessing information about people on sight, and I used them on you. They gave me the name. Other than a creative interpretation of my wife's excitement about being here I didn't tell you anything too false. I have no desire to hurt your super pals."

She sat up quickly. "Wife?" She snapped. "You said she was your girlfriend. You're married?"

"Yup." I said shamelessly. "Imagine someone cheating on their spouse. What a scumbag." She flushed and I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry about it. She's going to be walking sideways for a few hours still, I left her passed out on the bed. I'd actually love to introduce you, she's got a mommy complex, and you've got a MILF vibe, but I also missed dinner, which is going to make her furious."

That kind of fried her brain. Too much information at once. I leaned down and kissed her, not the tongue sucking orgasm inducing makeout from earlier, but a quick peck. "Get some rest, Rita. We can talk more tomorrow. And call me if you see Mary."

She nodded almost shyly, still off balance, and I got dressed in my swim trunks before heading out.

When I got back to the room I found Amy in bed. Not still so much as again, because she was wearing a nice dress and there was a room service dinner and some burned out candles on the table. I paused and sighed internally. I missed being a sociopath. Time was I'd have just made a comment about how cliche this situation was, but right now I just kind of felt bad.

"So." I said, sitting down on the bed. "How was your day?"

Amy curled up on herself tighter. "Why ask when you don't care?" She said bitingly, and I winced.

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't care, Ames. You know that." I raised an eyebrow. "You really going to make me have a deep emotional conversation? I'm sorry I missed dinner. I promise I'll make it up to you. Unless you're just jealous I-"

She rolled over and glared at me. "I could care less what whore you were stuffing Nicholas Lord. But this is our honeymoon. I was out of it, and finding some girl to fuck is fine, but you should have come back to spend time with me." She glared for a minute longer before her expression softened. "I get that you even being this nice about it is trying pretty hard for you though."
"Nah." I said, waving her off. "I fucked up, my bad. I get where you're coming from. How about this. After things are finally settled, we'll take a trip back to Gemworld and have one of those big vow renewal ceremonies. We can announce the baby, if it hasn't come yet. Speaking of, how is that progressing?"

Amy's pregnancy was kind of atypical, in that since she was carrying a full dragon baby, the actual signs of it weren't showing in her human form. It was hard for me to gauge how far along she was by looking.

She smiled softly, putting a hand on her belly, despite it being completely flat. "It's good. It'll be a few more weeks. Dragon's gestate for a surprisingly short time for creatures our size. Zee was helping me look into it. At least when she wasn't researchin-" I covered her mouth directly.

"Sorry, can't talk about that." I said patiently. "Not to me. I know what she's researching, but certain parties might be listening. It's nice to hear the baby will come soon though. Are you excited?"

Her face practically glowed. "Of course I am. Especially after seeing Max and Sindella. Our little hatchling is going to be perfect. How about you?"

"Honestly?" I said with a laugh. "Yeah. Having kids is surprisingly cool. I imagine I'd eventually get used to it, so I probably won't go past the…"I mentally counted. "Max, Sindella, one from Whisper, one from you, twins from your mom, one from Mordiel, one from Kara, and one from Raven. Eight." I frowned. "That's so close to ten. I feel like ten is a solid number."

She rolled her eyes at me. "Of course you would be annoyed you only have nine children coming. Fine, since I doubt I can talk you out of this, why don't I help you pick the other mother. We don't want another accident, do we?"

I was glad she got it. Nine was such an unbalanced number. Ten seemed more holistic. It was just one of those aesthetic things that was really going to bug me. "I was thinking Barbie, if she was interested. If this is going to be the last kid, and I think it will be for a while, even my draconic instincts are satisfied with a litter that big, I think she deserves the option."

Barbie was…Barbie was my first girl. The one I'd discovered the Brand with, and she was special to me in a lot of ways. Amy knew it too, because she smiled and nodded. "I think that's a good idea. I know how much you two have been through together." After a moment of basking in the conversation, she grinned at me. "We've been talking about feelings for like a few minutes now, you want me to roll over and let you pound my ass?"

I paused. "Actually, I'm kind of fucked out right now. I've gone for like ten or fifteen hours today. Even I get have limits. More mental than anything, but I'm just not horny. Who knew that could happen? Anyway, want to dig into that dinner? I'm kind of starving."

She giggled, rolling out of bed and straightening her dress before strolling over to the table. She waited for me to come pull her chair out, which made me roll my eyes, but then we sat down and took the covers off the silver room service trays. Surf and turf. It looked good, but it was cold, luckily I was delicate enough with my magic to craft a heating spell to reheat everything properly.

We each took a bit, and I moaned with pleasure. "Ok, this is pretty good."

"Well I'm sure working up an appetite helped." She smirked. "Pounding some dumb little pool bunny into a drooling mess on top of hardcore dragon sex with your beloved wife seems like a hell of an effort."

I chuckled. "She was actually an older lady, though she didn't look it. I was planning to introduce you later. How did Emerald do? Any leads on Mary?"

"After she pried her face from under Safira's ass long enough to come let me know, yes." She giggled. "Mary is off Friday and Saturday. They're expecting her back tomorrow. If she's really as bitter as described chances are good your normal charm won't cut it. We'll find her tomorrow and I'll forge a red thread between you."

I chuckled. "Fair enough. Emerald can keep you entertained, and I'll lend you my new toy to play with while I get to know our new girl. You'll like Rita. She's bendy."

Nodding politely, she went back to eating, and I decided she probably wanted to talk about something other than all the girls I was going to be fucking. "So, you know what gender the baby is yet?" I asked curiously. "Not something I can see, but given your whole powerset I figure you might have some info I don't."

Her eyes snapped up, glowing with excitement. "Yup." She beamed. "We're having a girl. I can't wait to meet her."
"Same." I chuckled. "I'm especially curious what the child of a dragon god and an elder dragon is going to look like. A dragon, obviously, but will she get my karmic powers, your red thread powers? Some combination of the two? There are some similarities for sure."

She sniffed loftily. "I don't care how strong she is, I'm going to love her no matter what. It will be nice to go out flying as a family though. Can you imagine teaching our baby how to fly as dragons? Seeing her first wing flaps?" Her eyes were wide and starry, and I smiled because I had to admit I didn't mind the image.

"We can take her back to Gemworld with us for that visit." I smiled. "Since it won't be too long until the birth. You can introduce her to your mom." And her brothers or sisters, if we stayed long enough. Though Graciel, not being a dragon, should have a normal nine month gestation period, so that seemed unlikely.

Squealing excitedly, Amy bounced in place. "That sounds like so much fun. I want to introduce her to my pegasus, and show her the castle and our lands in gemworld and the Lord Town. So many fun things to do."

"Probably Lord City by this point." I chuckled. "Don't forget it grows over time. But yeah, that sound neat. We can bring Max and Sindella too. And Zee and Dinah. Make it a family trip." I knew she'd be excited about bringing everyone along.

Sure enough, she was beaming as we chatted away the night. It was weird, the old me never would have cared enough to spend hours just talking and hanging out with my wife. I mean sure, she sucked my dick once we finished dinner, but it was a one off, so it didn't count. She even enjoyed the fact that I still tasted like Rita. I was really getting the hang of this romantic stuff.

July 10th 2016 Ritz-Carlton Hotel, Star City, 11:00 A.M EDT

The next morning was pretty relaxing. Mary (according to Safira) wouldn't be in until noon, so we headed down to eat our free continental breakfast, and not too surprisingly met up with Rita. When I saw her, I nodded to the girls and we headed over to sit at her table. She froze up a bit when she saw Emerald and Amy, a reasonable reaction, and I grinned at her.

"Rita!' I said cheerfully. "This is my wife Amy and her best friend Emerald. I wanted to introduce them to you."

Amy smiled sweetly. "Hi!" She chirped. "I heard my husband fucked your brains out last night. It was really sweet of you to take care of him. You're SO pretty by the way. Would you like to come down to the pool with us after breakfast?" She winked at her. "Nicky has someone to meet with, so I thought we could have some girl time."

Rita, who had apparently been expecting anything BUT a cheerful invitation to sunbathe, just kind of stared at her in shock.

"You're not…" She trailed off. "Mad? That I slept with your husband?"

Waving her hand, Amy snorted. "Oh pish tosh, I knew who I was marrying when we got together. Nicky is a strong and handsome man. Getting female attention is only reasonable. Hell, he had Emmy and I both on my wedding night, and we have several more girls at home. If I got bent out of shape every time he picked up a new girl I'd spend a lot of time upset."

"Hey." I protested. "I've cut back. Like when I came back from my trip. I only brought Ariel. And Ruby. And Cora. There was this sexy gargoyle chick I totally could have gotten a piece of and I didn't. Because I have restraint."

She burst into giggles, and at my glare she held up her hands. "Sorry honey. But you don't have restraint. You have RESTRAINTS, that you use to tie us up when we're in the mood, but your ability to resist a pretty face is nearly nonexistent."

Rita giggled a bit, and I raised my eyebrow at her. "Sorry." She said through her snorting laughter. "It's just…I don't know what I expected from you two when you introduced her, but it wasn't this. You're kind of sweet together." She held out her hand to Amy. "I'm Rita. I'm apparently a homewrecking whore."

Amy winked at her. "Save that kind of talk for the bedroom. Nicky likes girls with a mouth on them. But it's fine. Like I said, welcome to the family. You know once he gets you on your back you're his right?"

The older woman blushed. "He…might have mentioned that. I get the feeling theres a lot more going on here than I thought. I mean, I know he's not a normal guy, but this whole thing seems…complicated."

"It does." Said Amy patiently. "And you don't give a flying fuck in a rolling donut, do you?" She turned to me. "Did I use that right?"

I chuckled. "You did."

"I don't." Rita said at the same time. "I've been…I've been in a bad place for a few years. My best friend died in twenty eleven. I've known her since we were teenagers, and she left behind a son, and my husband wanted to adopt him just for the publicity, but I feel so bad that I have no idea how to help him and…oh my god I have no idea why I'm telling you all this."

Patting her hand, Amy smiled reassuringly. "It's fine. We're there for each other. And I'm someone you can always talk to. We can look into the whole adoption thing for you, maybe find him another home or even try to help. I assume you'll be leaving your husband?"

"You don't have to leave your husband." I said firmly. "He's never allowed to touch you sexually again, but you don't have to leave him if you don't want to." At Amy's droll stare, I shrugged. "What? It works fine for Jade and Roy." Speaking of which I really should spend some time with my kitten sometime soon.

Rita looked sort of overwhelmed, so I just chuckled and waved it off. "It's fine, we can figure it out. Now, Rita, why don't you go get changed and meet the girls back here after. They should be done eating by then." She gave a meek nod and got up, and I laid a slap on that fat jiggly ass as she went by, just to watch it bounce.

"Wow." Said Emerald as she walked away. "She's got almost as much butt as Whisper. Not quite as big, but there's still a lot there to enjoy."

"What can I say?" I shrugged. "Fat bottomed girls, they make the rockin' world go round."

Amy snorted as she took a sip of orange juice. They had food somehow, though I had no idea how they had retrieved it without me noticing. "Anyway, you going to be cool spending time with Rita. I figured you'd like her. Mature woman with a gorgeous body. Definitely your type."

She shrugged. "I'd have made do even if she wasn't attractive, not that I suspected that was possible. One thing I can't fault is your taste."

"She seems really nice." Said Emerald shyly. "She's got a lot of pent up stress, and she seems like she needs someone to talk to. We can make friends while you're talking to mary. You've gotten a lot better but you're still not really…"

Amy rolled her eyes at her friend's reticence. "She means you still have the emotional depth of a teaspoon most of the time. I love how hard you're trying for those of us you care about most, but the poor woman deserves more support than being held up in the air while you obliterate her bottom half. We can handle the touchy feely stuff."

"Yeah…that's probably best." I admitted. "I do what I can, but it's hard to muster too much interest in that stuff when I'm not dealing with you or Barbie or Dinah or Cherry. Well, and maybe Raven."

Smiling sweetly, she leaned over to peck me on the cheek. "You take care of your girls the best way you know how. With most of us that involves trying to solve our problems with your dick. It works more often than not, which is impressive in its own way, but sometimes a girl just needs to talk things out. That's why we have Ingrid."

That was true. My weakness for emotional dialogue had been the main reason I brought home my pretty shrink. Well, plus the fact that I wanted to butter her muffin something fierce. It had turned out pretty well though.

Sadly, this mission wasn't going to be one of the times when my dick would solve things. At least not right away. We talked for another hour or so, Rita came back, we kept eating, then they left for the pook and I was left alone to prepare to deal with Mary. Which I had a feeling was going to be harder than it sounded.

Mary was…well, I'd gotten the down-low from Barbie. Mary was a jaded, disaffected loner with a chip on her shoulder and a superiority complex.

My usual moves wouldn't work, because she considered herself to be basically a god in human form, even when she wasn't tapping into her powers. If I was too aggressive she would see me hitting on her as some skeezy guy trying to talk his way into her panties, which while accurate wasn't the impression I wanted to give.

Of course, I could still talk her around, but the reason we'd decided on a longer vacation was because this was going to take more than a day or two.

Based on the profile I'd gotten, I'd come up with a four step plan for getting Mary interested. It was a more delicate operation than I was used to when picking up women, and I honestly enjoyed the thought more than I expected.

Finishing up my breakfast, I headed up to the bar, then sat down to wait for Mary to start her shift. She'd gotten this job with a fake I.D, so despite being eighteen she was able to serve alcohol, and apparently had a talent for mixing drinks. Sure enough, after a minute or two waiting, she stepped out from behind the bar, scanning the room with a bored gaze.

Walking up to me, since I was the only person at the bar, she raised a brow. "What do you want?" She said shortly.

"A million dollars in small unmarked bills." I said reflexively. It was an old line I'd heard a friend of my dad's use when I was younger, and it always amused me. "But I guess I'll settle for a rum and coke."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, big spender." She said dryly. She turned back to make the drink and I admired her well muscled form. She clearly worked out, even when she wasn't using her powers. Thick, toned thighs, tight ass, slim waist. When she turned back around, she nearly dropped the drink at the sight of the three hundreds on the bar.

"I can be." I said with a smile. "If its worth my time."

Her expression became guarded. "I'm not going to fuck you for three hundred bucks. So if you're expecting that drink to have a happy ending you might as well take those bills back and get your ass gone before I call security."

"Nothing like that." I laughed. "You seem like the kind of girl who doesn't take shit from anybody, and I respect that." I snorted. "I'll be honest, having women throw themselves at me all the time gets exhausting. A real conversation with someone of substance sounds pleasant."

Step one. The "Not like other girls" strategy. Women love to feel special, hell everyone does. Spending money shows that I value her, but making sex seem like it's not a priority makes her feel like that value is in a different context. The difficulty here is making sure that context isn't too romantic. I don't have time for a storybook romcom.

She stared at me hard for a moment or two, then blew out a breath. "Fine." She said with a sigh. "Thanks I guess. So what's your name, ladykiller? I figure you must be famous if you have that many girls falling all over you. You're hot, but not that hot."

I was that hot, but I respected her posturing. "Nicholas Lord." I said with a grin. "So I'm more rich than famous. Also, I'm extremely hot, and you know it."

"Maybe." She conceded. "But hot isn't everything." She poured me my rum and coke. "So what are you doing out here anyway? Isn't Lord, assuming you're the one I'm thinking of, more a Metropolis guy? Or I guess Brightedge now, and isn't that some crazy shit?"

I nodded. "It was pretty nuts. I was there when it happened. Never seen anything like it. As for why I'm here…" I just shrugged. "I'm sick of people telling me who to be, you know? I'm the heir to the company, so they control everything I do. Can't I just live my life? My fiancee is here with me, and she's…nice. Sexy, sweet, but I'm only with her because dad decided I needed a girlfriend to keep me on track. So here I am at the bar. Cliche, right?"

Step two. Sympathy for the devil. Mary was a bitter rebel who had resented being controlled. Making us seem like kindred spirits would endear me to her.

"Yeah that's…not fun." She said after a moment. "I had some family like that. They were on my case and constantly tried to tell me how to live." She paused, looking me over, before there was a slight softening in her expression. "How about I buy you another round." She said. "And we can talk about it." Hook, line, and sinker.

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