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The Celestial Roulette

Chapter 21: Slaughterhouse? No, Bakery.

– Felix Dallon (Sugar Rush) –

Watching Lisa sink down onto my lap, her hot pussy squeezing down on my cock, I squeeze her backside with a grin, hiding my concerns about the Nine for a moment. She's right about one thing: I need the points.

Lisa gasps as she drops herself back down onto my cock, her hands on my chest to brace herself as she works to bring us both to our mutual climax, moans intermingled with gasps and whimpers as she gives me her first time, her virginal cunt tightening down on my cock.

Well, I did say I was relaxing, didn't I? I just lean back and enjoy the show, her petite breasts jiggling with each movement, the cute gasps and wide-eyed look as she climaxes, falling against my chest.

"O-okay, maybe I overestimated myself a little," Lisa admits, giggling slightly. "I'm starting to understand why so many people are obsessed with sex."

I move my hands under her ass, lifting her off my cock and then dropping her, the water splashing as she lets out a surprised moan, eyes widening.

"I hope you know what you've volunteered for, Lisa, because it took both Amy and Vicky to handle me, and I still outlasted them both," I brag, making her whimper as I stand, lifting her with me as I start to move. "You're right. I do need this taken care of, so you're going to be my obedient little cocksleeve until I'm nice and satisfied."

– Lisa Wilbourn (Overwatch) –

O-oh fuck.

Her arms wrapped around Felix's muscular chest, and her nails clawed into his firm back as he started to really fuck her. He'd let her set the pace for the first time, but once she came, all bets were off.

Felix easily lifted her lithe body out of the water, fucking her as he carried her out of the hot spring. Each thrust saw the crown of his fat cock battering against her womb, ready to unleash its fertile load directly into her. She didn't need to be a Thinker to know that he had no plans to pull out, fully intending to breed her as he pounded into her, moving her against one of the wooden walls of the spring, pinning her against it as he used the wall as support to go harder, the running water muffled by the sound of their skin clapping together, the plapping noise of him pounding into her drenched cunt.

"You're mine, Lisa," Felix growled into her neck, kissing and sucking on it as she whimpered, realising he'd found an erogenous zone she didn't know she had. "I'm going to ruin you for other men, you little minx."

H-ha, like she could turn her attention towards any other man. Her choices at the moment consisted of Felix, his dad and uncle, both married to capes who would do unkind things to someone trying to steal their man, and his blue-haired cousin, and she didn't like them young.

Not that she thought anyone would compare as Felix moved in such a way that he seemingly hit every single sensitive spot at once. Waves of pleasure crashed over her with each thrust, her eyes rolling back as she heard herself whimper and moan.

"D-Do it, make me yours," Lisa begged, her voice coloured with pleasure and desperation as her legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him hungrily as she climaxed again, her mind clouded. The logical part of her mind pointed out that being knocked up had pros and cons, that Felix was rich enough to ensure that his children had the best care possible, that he'd be far more attached to his baby-momma than he would a random fling, but the primal part of her mind was too busy begging him to pump her full of his seed, her legs locking behind his back to try and stop him from pulling out as his massive cock twitched inside her, ready to burst. "Fucking breed me, you fat-dicked bastard, p-pump my tight teen cunt full of your seed," Lisa ordered, nails clawing at his back fruitlessly. Felix was far too strong for her to draw blood, but it was the thought that counted as he slammed into her, making her see stars as she felt his seed flood her teenage womb.

Her vision went white, a scream of satisfaction leaving her as she was well and truly bred, her legs and arms hanging limp as Felix held her up, almost cuddling with her as he moved her into a princess carry, kissing her forehead.

"W-wow," Lisa purred, making him grin, proud of his accomplishments.

"I thought I heard the sound of someone getting properly fucked; mind if I join?" a voice asked, making Lisa look over at her fellow blonde with tired but satisfied eyes. Sherrel hadn't bothered with a towel, standing utterly nude with those fucking massive tits on display, at least e-cups.

Lisa leaned against Felix, looking up at him before she looked back at Sherrel. Felix's cock, still rock-hard, pressed against her body, and she made a decision as she gave Sherrel an inviting smile. There was nothing wrong with knowing when you needed some expert help.

"I was just rewarding Felix for taking down Behemoth, but I think we can all agree that such a feat deserves a lot of rewarding," Lisa said with a tired smirk, making Sherrel grin.

– Felix Dallon (Sugar Rush) –

Looking at the sleeping Lisa, I chuckle to myself. We moved to a bedroom, but with me being blessed by Bastet and Sherrel being… experienced, she was a little out of her depth.

"Mhmm, you got good at this fast, boss," Sherrel admits, stretching on my bed, which makes her body do interesting things. "Did your super-Trump power give you super-sex as well?"
"Not quite, but you're closer than you think. Wait, are you saying I wasn't good at first?" I ask with a grin, making her giggle.

"You gave it your best, and you did make me cum, so you didn't do bad. A for effort, B minus for results. Now you get an A plus; see me after class," Sherrel teases, making me chuckle. I'm not too offended, but that might just be because of the sight of Lisa and Sherrel both tired and creampied in my bed. "So, Dragon? Having her contact me was one hell of a surprise."
"Yeah, she's on our side now. You two play nice," I joke, getting dressed as she snorts.

"She asked me for help on the next gen of her Dragoncraft. Me, Squealer, Merchant cocksleeve, helping Dragon," Sherrel admits, clearly shocked.

"Nah, she's asking Sherrel, Sugar Rush's personal cocksleeve and Vehicle Tinker, for help. You're not Squealer anymore, are you?" I ask, making her chuckle.

"Possessive much? Heh, I don't mind it. Yeah, you aren't wrong; Squealer died with the Merchants. Still need to work out a new name. Maybe Gearshift? Motor- eh, I'll think of something," Sherrel shrugs, her breasts bouncing as she does. "Going somewhere?"

"Heh, got some work to do. Gotta deal with a minor threat before they can become a bigger problem," I say, a smirk on my lips. "Figure you two need a rest."
"Oi, don't get too cocky, boss, or I'll ride you till you break," Sherrel warns with a grin, making me pause. Do I have time for another round?
The Nine haven't gotten that far, and I grin as I approach the bed. They can wait.

– Later –

Feats Achieved: Fuck Lisa Wilbourn (Tattletale), 100cp. Breed Lisa Wilbourn (Tattletale), 100cp. Breed Sherrel Bailey (To be decided), 100cp. 300cp added.

Man, my life is going to get more complicated in nine months, isn't it?

[Kavacha and Kundala] - 400cp, 100cp remaining.

Weaved from the light of the gods, the armour that is bound to your form could rightly be called a near-invincible protection. A tight suit of armour integrated into your body, it provides unmatched protection against any threat, whether physical or conceptual. All harm that comes to you from outside of your body is reduced by ninety percent of its damage, turning major wounds into small scratches and cuts. Many magical spells and powers will be reduced to useless sparks or negated outright, such as the armour preventing you from being erased from reality by those who can warp such things. But this protection does not apply inwardly, allowing any harm that originates from inside your body to proceed unaffected, such as summoned spears piercing you from within. You can take off the armour and even give it to others, the integration into your body able to be undone with a thought. As well, when in the way physically, the armour can recede inside of your body to allow you full access. Optionally, you may have a flamboyant cape of flowers appear behind you when the armour is present on your skin.

The skintight black armour manifests as I leave an exhausted Sherrel behind, her stomach bloated with my seed as she sleeps with Lisa clinging to her, the pair well and truly fucked. While most of the armour is pitch-black and completely skintight, there are golden armoured parts along my arms and legs with a few too many spikes for my taste. Still, it is easy to move in, and the golden parts retract, leaving me in just the black part that covers my entire body except my head. I can wear this under my usual cape outfit. It's a part of me now, integrated into my very body, and I might just need it where I'm going.

I've made up my mind. I am going to fight the Nine, alone.

[Invisibility] - 100cp, 0cp remaining.

You can turn invisible, creating a field about an inch off of your skin to hide your presence and make you all but invisible to the naked eye.

I already have [Arcane, but I'll never say no to similar abilities that I can stack to make them more effective.

Time to get to work, the Nine end today. I'm not entirely sure about going alone, but I feel like I can do this.

'You aren't going entirely alone, honey. I've been waiting for this.'

Bastet's purring voice makes me smile, feeling her warmth as I head out. She's not wrong because I'm relying on her to take care of one of the more dangerous members.

'Trust me, I've been looking forward to this. They're in for a nasty surprise.'

– Later –

Finding the Nine was not hard with my new Thinker power, spotting their camper van parked off-road. This is how the Nine get around? That's… pathetic.

Still, as I reach out to them, I can't help but notice that the Siberian's mind is connected to something else, a mind not far from here. Manton, the Manton, lurks in the distance, controlling the… naked projection of his daughter.

I know I'm not exactly in a position to talk, but that man clearly has issues, but then he's using his projection to be a member of the Nine. I scour his mind, pausing as a word comes up. Cauldron. Alexandria, Eidolon, Doctor Mother, Contessa. I almost hesitate, but simply gather the information I want before deciding. This man is scum, having his projection kill so many people, including Hero, and for what? Because he couldn't get over his daughter dying? Because he got divorced for being a shitty husband, too focused on his work? He's a pathetic man, lashing out at the world, and while he doesn't have a Kill Order, Siberian does and that's close enough.

Nobody knows he's there, which makes him the easiest place to begin.

'Allow me, Felix. Let me show you something I've been planning~'

Siberian 'pops', and I feel the surprise of each member of the Nine, including Manton himself, as he tries to reform her, his panic rising as he fails.

'May I?"

I know what she wants, and I just nod as I watch through Manton's eyes as the Siberian reforms. No longer black and white, the projection has changed significantly, its features far more exotic. Tanned skin, not unlike Bastet's own, is barely covered by a light blue and golden harem dancer outfit. Two large panther ears come from her head, long black hair goes down to her waist, and an equally black tail comes from her behind.

I can feel his panic, his despair as Siberian no longer resembles his daughter, his rage at his power being changed, but I don't feel it for long as Bastet controls her projection and simply rips his head off with no hesitation, tossing it aside with disgust.

He dies, confused and afraid, and Bastet purrs in pleasure as her new projection reforms in front of me.

'I can't act directly, but I'm sure this naughty little Shard won't mind being in my hands instead of being abused by that sad little man~ Why, I almost forgot how nice it is to stretch my legs. Why don't you let me play with Crawler, honey? I can handle that overgrown brute; you can play with the rest.'

The Nine are on guard, but we're far from the nearest town, and they don't know where Siberian has gone. Her invulnerability means they are convinced she is fine, and they're technically correct; she just switched sides.

"Do it."

Siberian shimmers, retaking her old appearance before she blows me a kiss and disappears.

My mind is on the fact that I just learnt something very important. Cauldron was formed to fight Scion. They've known for years about the threat the Entities represent. I mentally put all the memories I ripped from Manton away for later; I can't focus on them right now.

We have work to do.

– Jacob Black (Jack Slash) –

As Siberian strolled into the campsite, he felt his senses on edge. Something was wrong, and he didn't know what.

"Care to explain your little disappearing act?" Jack asked, making Siberian briefly look his way before she turned to Crawler.

"Fight me."

Siberian rarely spoke, but the simple demand made Crawler rise up to his full height, and even Jack knew there was no stopping what was about to happen.

"After all this time?" Ned grumbled, his grotesque body quivering with excitement.

"Fight me; if you lose, I'm going to eat your heart," Siberian said, a fierce smile growing on her lips as Jack went to speak. His words were cut off as the pair charged, and their serene little campsite descended into chaos.

"Uncle Jack, what's happening?" Riley asked, but Jack didn't know, and that was one thing he could never admit. Shatterbird rose, looking around in confusion, but as she went to speak, a burst of wind blew through the campsite, and she was gone. Burnscar looked around rapidly, igniting her arms in flames before another burst of wind happened, and she, too, was gone.

You know, Jacob, I've heard so much about you.

His voice was so head was so very loud, drowning out the sounds of violence and Bonesaw's increasingly worried questions.

You're so infamous, I thought you'd be… more. You are not. This is the great Jack Slash? This is the infamous Slaughterhouse Nine? You're all so… pathetic.

Who-

His mind screamed in pain, his vision going white with sheer agony as every nerve seemed to ignite at once, the worst migraine imaginable pounding in his head as he fell to his knees, clutching his head.

Cut off your head. Decapitate yourself.

The voice pressed against his mind, blood pouring from his nose and ears as he feebly grasped for his blade. Bonesaw rushed to him before she just… stopped, dropping to her knees and mumbling something he couldn't hear, but despite the fear he felt in his chest, he pressed his blade against his throat and pushed.

You are nobody, Jacob. Just a murderous vagrant that will be forgotten. In a few years, you'll be nothing more than a footnote. The world will heal from your wounds, Jacob. People will rebuild, move on, and forget. Your name will be whispered less and less until it fades entirely. You will be a cautionary tale, a ghost story to scare children, and eventually, not even that. The scars you've left will fade, just like your name and deeds, replaced by new stories.

His blade slashed into his throat, blood spurting out as he felt his eyes widen, trying to force his body to obey him. No, he was Jack Slash; he couldn't die like this. He wouldn't; he was better than this.

You're nothing, Jacob Black. After all your pathetic lashing out, you can't even put up a fight when a real foe comes for you. This is your end, Jacob. This is your legacy. In the end, you're nothing more than a scared child, and I promise you one thing. The whole world will know how pathetic you were at the end. Just an edge lord who tried to play god.

Bonesaw's modifications kept him alive, despite the way he was furiously hacking away at his own spine, but the voice went silent, his final moments those of true horror as he was forced to watch himself just keep cutting until he finally severed his spine, his head falling to the floor.

– Alan Gramme (Mannequin) –

Unlike the rest, Alan wasn't in the campsite; he didn't hear the sounds of violence as Siberian started tearing Crawler limb from limb; he didn't hear Bonesaw's sobbing.

"What's wrong, Alan?" Catherine asked as he looked down at his own hands, seeing soft flesh. It didn't feel right, but as his wife hugged him, he returned the hug with a frown. Wasn't he supposed to be on the moon?

"Daddy! You're home!"

His two daughters rushed him, making him chuckle despite feeling the tears welling in his eyes.

"You're staying with us, right?" one asked, and he went to respond. "You just need to turn it off, and you can finally come home."

Turn it off?

The room went dark, and despite his hold on them, he felt something pulling them away.

"Alan, you need to come with us; you can't leave us again," Catherine begged, making him look around as the white angelic figure watched them. "Turn it off; come with us, please. You can't fail us again."

They all begged him to turn it off as he watched them get pulled away, something stopping him from following them. Something… something he had to turn off. Then he could go with them.

Accessing his suit, Mannequin turned off his life-support, his suit rapidly becoming his tomb as his organs all started to fail.

– Felix Dallon (Sugar Rush) –

Mannequin falls to the ground, unmoving as I overload his brain and fry it with a frown. Sphere, he used to be so much better. The fucking Simurgh did this more than anything else. His passing is relatively peaceful, despite everything, comforted by his family as his body shuts down.

Jack Slash dies with tears running down his face, piss soaking his pants, and his own dagger stuck in his neck. I look down at his horror-struck face as he stares up at me, reaching down and grasping his blood-soaked hair as I lift up the severed head. Oddly enough, I don't feel any horror as I look at the decapitated head, but after what I saw in their minds, I'm not surprised.

Dropping the head, I kick it into a nearby tree with my full force, watching it burst against the trunk like an over-ripe watermelon.

Shatterbird and Burnscar are asleep and won't wake up anytime soon, not after the comatose croissant I forced down their throats.

"Nonononono, I'm a good girl, I'm a good girl. I'm not a bad girl, I promise; I'll be good; I'll never be bad again," Bonesaw pleads, curled up into a ball as she rocks back and forth. I hesitate as I look down at Riley Grace Davis, seeing just what Uncle Jack did to her in her memories.

With a mind so damaged, she can't put up a fight as I knock her out with a thought.

Bastet walks into the clearing, a smile on her face and what looks like a misshapen piece of brain in her hand as she tosses it into the air and slashes at it with her hand, slicing it into pieces with her long claws.

"I have to admit, he was better than I expected. He just wouldn't die, but I've seen immortals before and all these 'capes' have their special little brains, don't they? All I had to do was keep slashing until I found his… what's it called again? Ah yes, the 'corona pollentia'," Bastet says with a smile on her face, her projection coated in gore. "Sometimes, it's good to remind people that I'm a Goddess of War as well. People always focus on the cat thing."

"Enjoying your new body?" I ask, making her grin widely.

"Oh, I haven't had a chance to test it properly yet. It's a good thing you have Amy around because you're going to need her help repairing your poor pelvis when I'm done with you," Bastet teases, enjoying her new ability to properly exist in our world.

She could manifest before, but only briefly. Now? She can exist as much as she wants as the new and improved Siberian.

"I see you finished here. Have you decided what to do with the women yet?" Bastet asks, making me sigh and run a hand through my hair.

"Honestly? No. Bonesaw has done so much evil, and frankly, I'm going to have to master her to undo all her plagues, but Jack got his claws into her early. She's a victim, but even with Moondragon, fixing her would be difficult," I admit. "Shatterbird is just a monster, unredeemable. There's no tragic backstory; she's just a mass murderer in love with her own power and the infamy it has granted her. Burnscar? Burnscar is a mess; her power is the source of her madness, but I might be able to fix that. They're all powerful, but they each have their own troubles. I'm honestly wondering if they're more trouble than they're worth."

"They all have Kill Orders. If you don't want to kill a sleeping opponent, I'll do it. I have no qualms about killing monsters, even that one," Bastet admits, nodding towards Bonesaw.

"Let me think about it first," I say, not turning down her offer.

Feats Achieved: Kill William Manton, 200cp. Capture Shatterbird, 200cp. Capture Burnscar, 200cp. Kill Jack Slash, 200cp. Break Jack Slash, 200cp. Kill Mannequin, 200cp. Kill Crawler, 200cp. Capture Bonesaw, 200cp. Defeat the Nine 'alone', 200cp. 1800cp granted.

Holy fucking shit. Good to know that Bastet didn't count as another person since she lives in my head most of the time anyway. That's a lot of points.

[Part-Veela] - 200cp, 1600cp remaining.

Beauty is a magic all of its own, and there are few quite as beautiful as the Veela. Perhaps that is how they entranced your own ancestor, given that you are now half-Veela. And as befitting of one with Veela heritage, whether male or female, you are astonishingly beautiful, moving with perfectly flawless grace regardless of the circumstances. And with your supernatural allure permeating every inch of your body and even your voice, your beauty shall only be made more apparent to those around you, distracting and attracting those of the opposite sex who do not have the will to resist such a beauty.

But beauty is not the only magic the Veela possess. While full-blooded Veela are capable of transforming into devilish harpy-like forms and tossing about fireballs, you possess only a magical affinity for fire, making it a bit easier for you to learn such spells and abilities.

Okay, good looks aren't exactly what I had in mind. I don't think I can seduce Scion-

The time limit has changed. Once again, my Luck has paid off as I sense the timeline for Scion's attack shift from just over a year to decades away. Jack Slash, it had to be. That psychopath would have done something to make Scion attack sooner.

[Quick Learning] - 600cp, 1000cp remaining.

When thrown into an entirely new situation, with strange powers and abilities, damaging and painful limits and problems, most would be lost. Not you, though. You can surprisingly always land at your feet in such situations, and more, you are always able to figure out the details of any and all powers and abilities you have at a truly unbelievable pace. The speed at which you learn to control them, to find new and powerful uses for existing things, or to recombine them in incredible ways is easily an order of magnitude faster than anyone else, if not more.

That is expensive, but being able to master any power at incredible speeds will pay for itself. At that price, it has to be amazing.

[Fragarach] - 600cp, 400cp remaining.

A magic given by the gods, passed down from generation to generation. If mastered and used properly, it allows one to take their opponent's attack and fire an equally powerful attack back at them. However, its real power comes from the fact that its counterattack reverses the order of attacks; namely, its counterattack strikes first in "time" while the original attack comes second.

Hmm, this I can work with. I don't know what attacks Scion has, but anything that turns his strength against him is going to help.

[Vault of Catlacan] - 600cp, 200cp required.

A Vault meant to store gold used for the operation of the Gold-Forge Garrison, it has a number of automatic defences utilising spellfire and lightning.

However, its greatest feature beyond sturdy walls and defences is the capability of "drawing" mana from the gold and treasures within, creating a blue pool of mana in the centre of the vault that grows deeper and brighter the more and more gold, jewels, and other fine arts are kept here: turning the pretty baubles into potential magic engines. Perhaps this gold is best kept in the vault after all...

I frown for a moment before I realise something. I got paid a lot for Behemoth, and each of the Nine has a large bounty. With what I've learnt about Alexandria, Costa-Brown, I might be able to turn my wealth into an actual weapon.

For now, I have work to do because I need to decide what I'm doing with my three captives.

— Quest Section — CONCLUDED

Should Felix try to fix Bonesaw?

Yes, wipe her memories of her time in the Nine.

Yes, but leave her memories intact.

No, kill her.

No, give her to the PRT.

Should Felix try to fix Shatterbird?

Yes, alter her personality with Moondragon.

Yes, use Moondragon to place limitations in her mind.

No, kill her.

No, give her to the PRT.

Should Felix try to fix Burnscar?

Yes, try and alter how her power affects her brain chemistry.

Yes, use Moondragon to place limitations in her mind.

No, kill her.

No, give her to the PRT.

Author's Note: Surprise, another one.

Anyway, I'm going on a family trip tomorrow, and while I'm taking my laptop, expect disruptions for the next five days. I can't exactly write smut while my nephew is bothering me.

Beans' Note: He can't be stopped. Honestly if this was a guild of gamers, he'd be "The Speedrunner"

Priapus' note: I give it a 60% chance that he'll write something anyway.

[X] Kill them all!

Old man's note: Nothing can stop the madlad, there is no end to his muse.

[X] Kill them all!

Written: 04/08/2024


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