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January 7th 2016 Lord Mansion 6:00 AM EDT

Getting home took me a little while, but I was jittering like a meth addict. This was...awesome. Eris and Psych was my very first F grade item, and it was fucking worth that title. The Blood of Apophis had been high G ranked, and that was already pretty damn busted, but this thing was amazing. I wasn't sure why it was so impressive honestly. Maybe those pills were all peak J grade or something. Whatever the case was it was amazing. I grinned at empty air after I got home, addressing Crassus. "Yo Marcus, you see this thing? Why is it so badass?"

[Honestly I'm impressed. You got insanely lucky, the mental and sexual protection synergized well enough to make it technically a single focus artifact. Artifacts that only do one thing are usually way more powerful. Since that creates a defense that technically just spreads to others you can consider a pure defensive item. It's basically at the edge of E rank for it's specific purpose.]

I almost fucking giggled. "Hell yes it is. Not only is it one hundred percent defense against STD's, unwanted pregnancy, and mental intrusion, it GIVES those to my sexual partners. I have sexual transmitted mind control immunity. Plus I'm basically a sex god as soon as I take it. It's insane! Plus the immunity is aimed at people who aren't me, so it won't even interfere with the Brand!" I wanted to dance a jig or some shit. "One thing though, is this going to hurt as bad as the blood did? Because that sucked."

[I have literally no idea. High ranking stuff can have unintended consequences later that even appraise can't pin down. Like the Blood, it could still do something to you. You'll have to take it to find out. I'd imagine physically it won't do too much though, at least on the outside. It seems pretty mental focused.]

I nodded, letting out a long breath. "Ok. Well, here goes then." I stripped off all my clothes and got in the shower this time just in case, the last thing I needed was to ruin my suit or floors with another bodily muck explosion. Once I was in, I stared at the blood red orb for a bit, then leaned my head back and tossed it down. It rolled down my throat easily, seeming to start dissolving as soon as it hit my tongue, and by the time it hit my stomach I felt a slight shift in my gut. I braced for the worst.

I didn't brace hard enough. I was getting ready for physical pain, but it never came. What hit me was, as Crassus guessed, all mental. Anguish. Hate. Greed. Sorrow. Loss. Depression. All the negative emotions I'd ever felt, hitting me at the same time as I relived every fucking detail of them. Each negative feeling fed into the others creating a sort of exponential feedback loop of total fucking shit. I'd probably have gone insane from that if the positive emotions hadn't started doing the same thing at the same time, clashing against the misery.

Rather than cancel each other out, the two riots of feeling seemed to merge, clashing a bit before finally being subsumed by each other into a gestalt of emotional noise so intense it literally blanked out my brain. It kept rising and rising getting louder and louder until. Silence. I blinked. I was alone. I was calm, happy even. I say up with a groan, looking around to find myself lying on the floor of the shower. I'd apparently been crying and thrown up at least once, but I hadn't voided my bowels this time so hey, win right? I groaned.

That had been...exhausting. Painful and tiring in a huge way. Still, I dragged myself to my feet, limping over to the bathroom mirror even as my body started to repair itself. I was pretty sure I'd torn some muscles and maybe cracked a few bones seizing on the floor. I washed my face off, looking at myself in the mirror. There was no difference, I looked the same as ever. "Hey Crassus you still around?" If I'd accidentally fucked up my system with this little trick I was pretty screwed. Luckily, his wry voice answered me.

[Can't exactly take a vacation. Not that I would, you're pretty entertaining to watch. You always manage to surprise me. I think it worked though, I can still communicate through the system but I don't feel your emotions bleeding out like I used to.]

I grumbled because the asshole never mentioned that before, but still, it was nice to know. I took a quick shower then retreated to my room to flop down on my bed. "Ok. Thats the first question down. With mental defense that I can count on and give to Barbie, I should be perfectly safe to interact with the League if they come looking. Last thing I need to do is make that G rank mind defense serum for Mal. Speaking of, how do I give him the Brand? Because I'm not doing it the same way I gave it to Barbie."

Crassus chuckled in my head. His voice had been pretty atonal when I first got the system, but as we went on it became more and more lively and masculine. He was starting to sound more human, though I wasn't sure if that was bad or good.

[You don't need to have sex with him. If you get him to swear fealty and really mean it that's enough. Most of the time I'd say it wouldn't be feasible, but given the importance he places on your augmentations. Combined with your little addiction trick you should be able to make something stick.]

I exhaled with relief. That was good. Branding Mal would be a huge bump for me in terms of both power and operational security, effectively tying up all loose ends. With the mental immunity from the serum and Barbie handled, even if the League got onto me I would have effectively silenced every possible leak that I wasn't just a poor unfortunate experimental subject. Not that I was planning to let that happen, I was going to do my best to avoid the League entirely, but dad always said always have a backup plan.

Once I felt all rested up and my body had healed I hopped up and made my way over to grab the stable serum vial, than grabbed the mental defense pill. It took a thousand points to merge the two H rank artifacts together and given my surplus I barely even hesitated. The light as they joined wasn't as bright at the F ranked item but it was still pretty to look at, the combination effect seeming to have changed after the whole tutorial end thing. When the artifacts finished combining I appraised the result with a pleased smile.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Ouroboros Body Serum- G rank. A powerful physical stimulant that grants an unceasing power and endurance, both mental and physical. The mind and body of the augmented become unflagging and immune to outside influence, though not to damage. Does not counter the Brand of Greed.]

I blinked. Holy shit. That was about as good as the Blood. A bit less so, since it seemed to be mostly endurance focused and didn't look like it upgraded the brain so much as just made both mind and body REALLY hard to damage. Still the physical power was still there, and it would absolutely be a step up from a normal person. Probably a bit stronger than me physically, though without my busted bodily control. Still, neverending stamina was nice. I noted that it was called a serum, not something ominous like Blood of Apophis. I could only assume that was a result of being almost F rank.

I pulled out my phone and texted Mal, telling him Mammon wanted to run check how his body was handling the augmentation cool down and if all went well had a permanent dose for him if it was safe. He was ecstatic, texting me back a thank you and swearing that he owed me one for life. I checked if that would work for the Brand but apparently not so my only real choice there was to wait and try to get him in person. After that I decided to try texting Dinah. With my new tricks I was sure I could fuck her if I could find a chance to get her alone.

I shot her a quick text, very casual. "Hey there, good morning." I realized that it was now the next day, so I figured I'd act like I'd just woken up and really wanted to talk to her. Here was where we found out if all the prep I did was working. She would be conflicted right now, wanting to talk to me because of the endorphins but wanting to avoid me because of the guilt. With what happened though she would feel like she'd led me on, so that same guilt would push her to respond to me if only so she didn't feel like a monster for crushing my feelings.

Sure enough I got a response. "Hey. Not bad. Out for breakfast." I frowned. Terse, but that was to be expected. She was trying to distance herself from me. I considered responding but I decided to wait. I had a feeling if the silence got too awkward she would send another text to move the conversation along. Sure enough a minute later she sent a second message. "So, how did you sleep?" I grinned. I'd been hoping she would ask that. I hadn't obviously, but she didn't know it.

I waited a minute or two. "Not so great. Was dreaming about...things." I left this one ambiguous. I wanted to imply it had been her without saying it. It would give the impression I wanted to talk about things badly but didn't know how to bring it up because I didn't want to bother her. I gave it another minute to simulate hesitation. "Hey. Listen, can we talk? Face to face? I feel like we left things bad." This was a risky move, she might shut down, but implying I shared her guilt would make her more likely to view the conversation as commiserating instead of something to be guilty about.

It took five full minutes before she responded. "I don't know Nick, it might not be a good idea." She sounded pensive. I waited. That wasn't a final tone. That was the tone of someone who was arguing with themselves. "Last night was a mistake." I waited some more. "I guess I do owe you a conversation." I almost had it, I let her hook herself, she was almost there. "I'll come over. Text me your address." I grinned and did, sending her the directions for the garage entrance so she didn't have to come up the front.

I was fucking overjoyed. She was coming here. This was better than I'd hoped. I figured we would meet in public or something since she wouldn't trust herself. Being here was better. This was new territory for her. Somewhere I had the home field advantage and she wouldn't associate with her boyfriend. Somewhere private. Intimate. I considered sprucing the place up but I decided it would give her the wrong impression. I wanted this to feel like a friendly meeting until it didn't. Until she wanted more.

Because she would. I was done waiting. I'd put in my time, done my groundwork I was going to fuck that milf. More than that, with my new skills in bed I was going to fucking break her. I wanted those tits, needed that ass, craved that pussy. Dinah was going to belong to me. Because Barb had been spending time with her and several other superheroes, and I was pretty sure with that extra info I knew who Dinah was. By the time I finished with that sweet ass, Black Canary would only sing for me.

January 7th 2016 Lord Mansion 8:00 AM EDT

I heard Dinah pull up when she finally arrived. I suspected she'd taken her sweet time getting here specifically because she was worried about how tough this conversation was going to be. I wondered what exactly she thought it was going to entail. I suspected she was planning to cut off contact. She had probably been unsure and waffling but getting in touch pushed her guilt too far. She was planning to come here and say that what had happened was her fault, that she'd taken advantage of me and we shouldn't see each other anymore.

Which was not, of course, how any of this would go. Because despite what she might tell herself there was something else she would be thinking about when she was here too. This was my bedroom, and she would be imagining the things I did to Barbie in here, or at least, she would be if I had my way. Combined with my secret weapon I was going to get this bitch on my dick tonight no matter what. Now that I could sense the emotions of women I was sexually entwined with I had a massive edge, and my old man always told me it's a shame to let a sharp blade rust in it's sheath.

I headed downstairs to meet her, and I threw on a button up that I purposefully left open to expose my abs, making sure to pant like I was out of breath when I made it down to the garage. She hadn't called again or even texted me that she was almost here, probably because she was putting things off. When I saw her I put on a big happy grin and swept her up in a bare chested hug as she got out of her can. "Dinah! I'm so glad to see you! I thought you reconsidered!" I pressed her against my body, enjoying the feel of those fat tits mashing against my cut torso before I sadly had to let go.

Doing so was enough for me to consider her a sexual conquest in the making, and my ability to sense emotions and desires officially kicked in, and Dinah. Dinah wanted it BAD. It wasn't too recent either. She'd been fantasizing about me when we weren't talking. Every time her boyfriend made her mad she would make herself cum thinking of me, just as a harmless little fuck you. But the more she did it the more I turned her on, the more I appeared in her dreams or popped into her head when she was fingering herself.

I have to admit, I almost just broke down there and pulled out my cock. I could have fucked her, if I pushed. She'd have regretted it but I could have guilted her into it for "leading me on". Could've made her thing I needed to get my dick in her to get over her, but I didn't. My mental resistance protected me from myself too, and I wasn't about to ruin all my work just to get her on my dick a few minutes early. Haste mad waste, and I wasn't wasting all this effort. When Dinah took her dicking I was going to make it stick.

So I pulled back from that pent up milf, who was now blushing a bit, and gave her my best relieved smile, forcing a blush onto my own face. "I...I'm sorry that was over the top, you just kind of scared me. I thought you didn't want to see me anymore." There was the guilt, mixed with some resolve. She still thought she was going to break things off. It was almost cute. I'd been playing her like a fiddle BEFORE I could read her emotions, there was no way she was walking out of my house without a limp.

She held up a bag. "Sorry I was late. I stopped for donuts. I realized I'd eaten but you hadn't so I wanted to pick something up for you." The tangle of emotions there was...confusing. Dinah was used to taking care of teens, presumable she interacted with the sidekicks, but her sexual interest in made even picking me up breakfast feel...dirty. She enjoyed taking care of me, and a traitorous little part of her mind wondered if it wouldn't be ok to let me take care of her too. Give her what she needed.

I took the donuts with a smile and offered her my arm. "That's so sweet of you, come on, I'll show you to my room. Sorry about the house, it's not home but it's much, you know?" She chuckled at that, a throaty sound I don't think she meant to make, and then took my arm. "I'm glad finding out the address didn't put you off." I adopted a sad expression. "I know what people think about my dad, you wouldn't be the first person who wanted nothing to do with me because of him. I'm glad you didn't decide to bail like that though, I've just been...so much happier since we started talking."

I felt a flash of guilt and self loathing from her as I led her to the elevator and I cackled internally. Boom, right in the mommy complex. Now she felt like an asshole for preparing to abandon a lonely teen whose father was a genuine monster. It joined the discordant hum of her other feelings for me, destabilizing them even further. It was an odd sensation really. Rather than a map of her entire emotional layout I was more getting a constant feeling for her surface emotions, with some unconscious insights into her deeper desires when they scratched the surface.

This was much less of a science than I thought, and more of an art. I had to hit a moving target here, and even though I could now SEE where it was moving to, it still took all my skills to tap that bullseye. I brought her up to my room, leading her inside and turning to smile at her shyly. "Hey, sorry about the mess, I'm kind of a slob. I tried to clean up a bit." Cue my blush. "I've never had a woman like you in my room before. Honestly, the last girl in here was Barbie." Which was true, though not in the way I implied, I still felt a flash of annoyance from Dinah when I mentioned it.

I grabbed her hand, intertwining my fingers with hers and feeling her stomach churn with a flash of excitement as I led her over to the bed. Patting to get her to sit down. "Here have a seat, I changed the sheets at least. They were a bit of a mess..." I trailed off like I was embarrassed. I had changed the sheets, just so I could make that comment and make her think about what I'd been doing on them so recently. I gave her an adoring smile. "You look lovely by the way. I can't believe you just wake up like that."

She did like absolutely delicious. Those fat tits were packed into a compression tank and her plump thighs and juicy ass were stuffed into yoga pants tight enough I was positive there were no panties under them. She must have gone to breakfast from the gym, and her blonde hair was swept back into a ponytail completing the healthy gym bunny look. It worked for her. She flushed a bit when I said it, and I felt a pulse of desire from her, a sort of unconscious flattery that the teenager with the cut abs was so entranced by her.

She swallowed hard. "Thank you Nick, that's awfully sweet of you." She steeled herself. "So, I wanted to talk to you about something important." She tried her best to look away from both my face and body, not wanting meet my eyes or look at my chest or abs. In response I moved in closer, leaning into her personal space, putting a hand on her pillowy thigh, about halfway up. Not close enough to be obviously sexual, but enough that I felt a pulse of desire shoot through her as I touched her.

I gave her my brightest smile. "Of course Dinah, you know you can talk to me about anything." I chuckled ruefully, looking away and leaving my hand where it was. "Honestly I expected you not to want to be friends anymore after my...slip up, in the alley. The fact that you wanted to talk at all is just such a relief." Another spike of guilt and self loathing. I gave a hard swallow and looked at her shyly. "To tell you the truth I'm still shocked you were so cool about it. It must have been awful having me throw myself at you like that. I know a woman like you wouldn't be interested in a kid like me."

I'd never felt a combination of lust, guilt, self loathing, and protectiveness before, but that's what I got from her as she reached up to grab my chin, forcing her gaze up to mine. "Hey. None of that. You didn't throw yourself at me. You were...confused. We both were. We got caught up in things and made a mistake. Me not wanting to go further isn't about you. You're..." She ran her eyes over my body, taking a ragged breath. "You're a very attractive young man Nick. Don't think I'm not interested. I just...I already have someone."

I gave a bitter chuckle. "Yeah. Everyone has someone. Friends, family, it must be nice. My dad is never here, off planning his schemes or whatever, and my mom died when I was young." I swallowed when I said that, adding a serious dose of mommy guilt to her swirling emotions. This next part was delicate, but I could do it with her emotions as a guide. I force my eyes to prickle with tears, which I purposefully fail to hide as I wipe them away, turning my head a bit. "I know it's a weird thing to say, but I think maybe that's why I felt so safe with you. You've got that kind of warm nurturing feeling about you." I snorted. "Rich boy with mommy issues, news at eleven right?"

This was an insanely tight target to hit. I needed to play on her guilt over abandoning me as a mother figure, while still keeping her in the strike zone sexually. Making her see me as both vulnerable and in need of protection and desirable forbidden fruit. Which was a tough line, but I knew how to do it. I squeezed her thigh a bit, not inching up but making her body react to me, then I met her eyes with my own. "I know why you're here now, I think. I didn't before, but I do now. You feel the same as me. Feel like we have a connection, but you don't want to hurt anyone else."

I leaned in, breathing heavily, my voice dropping as I literally tapped every single forbidden thought she had with my next words. "Isn't it ok for us to take care of each other though? Friends need each other sometimes. I know I need you, and I can feel that you need me too." I slid my hand up her thigh, feeling her lust spike. "Let me take care of you Dinah, and I'll let you take care of me. We don't need to hurt anyone. It'll just be here. Give me some good memories of this place? Help make it a home for me? No one will ever find out."

It wasn't just words. I could literally reach out and touch her desires, her emotions. When they were this strong and we were in contact I could stroke that fire, press those buttons with my own two hands, and I did. I hit every single sweet spot in her mind, pushed and tweaked everything just a bit, in the most subtle way possible, to create a gap that her lust could escape from, and when that gap appeared all that boiling lust she'd been unknowingly stoking for me for weeks just blew up all over me. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my mouth down to hers as she mashed her body against me, and I grinned internally. This new power was certainly useful, this was well ahead of schedule. This was going to be fun.

January 7th 2016 Lord Mansion 9:00 AM EDT

I'd thought the kiss with Dinah behind the club had been good, but I was wrong. Dinah had been surprised then, reserved, but with the eruption of all her pent up lust and an outlet where she didn't feel like she had to hold back, that girl decided to loose and god damn could she kiss. She swung a thigh up over my lap, probing my mouth with hers as she ground herself against me, moaning into the kiss as she let me taste her lips. She was wearing lip gloss. Flavored stuff that tasted like berries.

I pulled away as she kissed her way down my neck. "You wore lip gloss." I reached down sink my hands into that thick ass of hers, kneading the cheeks with my fingers as she rolled her hips against me. "You taste so fucking good. God I've been dreaming about this." I actually had, though in a less romantic way than that sounded, but Dinah wasn't Barbie. She wasn't looking to get daddy dicked into a drooling mess. Dinah was lonely and frustrated, she wanted to be worshipped, and I had no issues with showing my devotion to that body.

She pulled back, giggling breathlessy. "I know. I could see it on your face. God you sent shivers down my spine the way you stared at me." She groaned, letting her head fall back. "This is so wrong. You're so young and I'm with someone and you are too and-" She started to drift, getting in her head, and I slapped that fat ass sharply, drawing a wide eyed squeak from my lover as I brought her back to the present.

I leaned up to kiss her, pushing her buttons with my ability as I pulled back to speak softly in her ear. "None of that matters. I need you Dinah. I need you to stay with me, just for today. We can worry about everything else later, for now can't we just be together? You're so beautiful and strong and intense and I just want to lose myself in this right now. Take care of me? And let me take care of you. No hurting anyone or age gaps, just you and I in our own little world." I massaged her ass cheek where I'd smacked her, rubbing at her yoga pants to take the sting out of my slap.

She shuddered at the feeling. "Just us?" She rolled her hips a bit, and her eyes prickled a bit with tears. "People expect so much from me Nicky. They ask me to do so much. You're the only one who worries about taking care of me. Ollie doesn't worry about me, he just pays attention to looking for Roy, then he has the gall to act like I don't care because I have other things to do." She leaned down to kiss me again, her lips hungry and desperate. "Tell me how you think of me Nicky? I want to hear how you see me."

I kissed my way down her jaw. "I think you're beautiful Dinah, and strong, and sweet, and caring. You take care of everyone but yourself. Don't you deserve to be pampered, love? Don't you deserve someone to put you first?" I barely knew Dinah of course, though she did strike me as most of those things, but more importantly that was how she WANTED to be seen, how she wanted to be viewed by me. I pushed her off my lap, shoving her onto her back. She gave a quiet moan of unhappiness at the loss of contact but just lay there, spread for me.

I wriggled her yoga pants down over her thick thighs, peeling them off her and seeing that I had been right, no panties. I lifted a leg, pressing a slight kiss on one of her well groomed feet and getting a deep blush. I began to kiss my way down her leg, an inch at a time. "I've wanted to worship you since the first moment I saw you Dinah. I knew you were special. Will you let me do that? Let me make you feel good?" I kissed down her thigh slowly, hearing her breathing turn ragged as I got closer and closer to where she needed me to touch.

I heard her swallow. "Yes. Please take care of me Nicky." I ran my tongue over her cunt and she let out a ragged, almost animal moan. I slipped my tongue into her, using my perception of her desires to trace every sweet spot in her pussy, working her perfectly. She started to pant. "Oh God, you're doing so good baby. I needed this so bad, I've been so horny lately, thinking of you, of the way you stare, of that fat cock. I'm so good most of the time, I take care of everyone. I deserve this baby, I deserve a big dicked teen stud to worship my pussy."

I kissed my way up to suck on her clit, sliding two fingers in and tracing them across the top of her twat to find her g spot. Once she was bucking her hips I pulled back. "Fuck Dinah, you taste so good. I've never eaten pussy this good before. You're so fucking tight and soft. Did you trim for me before you came here baby? Is that landing strip a welcome for your stud?" I nipped very lightly at her clit, something I wouldn't have even tried without perfect bodily control and she finally came undone.

She shoved her hips up into my face as she squirted. "FUCK! NICKY YOU'RE SO GOOD TO ME!" She squealed on my tongue, her body going rigid before she collapsed, breathing heavily. I kissed my way up her flat stomach from her cunt, my face still wet with her orgasm. She just laid there, blissed out of her mind. "Oh Nicky. That was so perfect. You found all the right places to touch me. God it's like you were made for me. You're a gift from the universe for being so good all the time. It's rude to turn down a gift."

I tore her top open, letting her fat tits fall free, bouncing out into the open. They were...glorious. Seriously I'd never seen breasts like this. Pale and smooth and bouncy, with an almost unnatural level of jiggle and perfect pale pink nipples. I kissed over them and then to her face. I expected her to be hesitant to kiss me with pussy juice all over my mouth but she licked and sucked at my mouth hungrily, a fact that made my already intense erection so much harder. I kissed her jaw, and then whispered in her ear. "Unbutton my pants love. It's time for you to get your real gift."

She shuddered in pure lust, reaching down to take my cock out, moaning in lust as it flopped down on her stomach. She kissed me tenderly. "I'm ready Nicky. You took such good care of me, now let me take care of you. Just the two of us right?' I moved to put myself against her to push into her soaking wet cunt, but she put a hand on my chest. I looked up, not sure what she wanted, even with my senses, and I looked down to see her eyes on mine. She swallowed hard. "Tell me I'm beautiful Nicky? Tell me you want me more than Barbara."

I had to try hard not to giggle at how similar that was to what Barbie had asked, but my body control made keeping up a sincere look easy. I pressed my lips to hers softly. "You're so gorgeous Dinah. Barbie is a nice girl, but I need a woman, and you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met." I pushed forward and Dinah groaned in joy. Her cunt was...wonderful. Not as tight as Barbie, almost no one was, but soft and wet and still a very nice grip. If Barbie was a vice Dinah was a velvet glove jerking me off. Soft and inviting and so fucking good.

She cooed in pleasure as I pushed in. "Oh god baby you fill me so good. I haven't stopped thinking about this dick since I saw your picture." She giggled. "You wanted me to drool over it didn't you baby? Such a bad boy. But it worked. I pounded myself into a mess that night with the biggest dildo I had, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't you." She started rolling her hips, working my cock. "Oh you're perfect Nicky, you hit me so deep, give it to me just like I need it, god you really were made for me. Fuck!"

I was cheating of course, using my senses to make sure to get the perfect angle and tempo, but admittedly having a huge cock was helping. Dinah seemed to reach a decision and grabbed my shoulders, using some weird wrestling maneuver to flip me over on my back while staying inside. "I told you baby, I'm going to take care of you now." She leaned down to kiss my jaw. "Just sit back and let me spoil you." Her breath was hot in my ear and it was a huge turn on.

Dinah started slow, shifting her hips to get used to me with a groan before she started to slide up and down my cock. Her thick thighs flexed as she rolled her hips up and then down, sliding me out to the tip then swallowing my whole cock back into that silken cunt in a single drop. She swung them like a metronome, up and then down, rolling herself down my length like a condom then sliding off me to do it again faster. As she sped up I came to a very important realization about sex with Dinah. Dinah knew how to FUCK.

Barbie was enthusiastic and wild in bed and it was a fucking blast, but Dinah was a gods damned succubus. I had my perfect senses to manipulate her cunt just the way I needed, to know how to hit the right spots at the right speed, but Dinah just knew that shit by instinct. Dinah was a fucking sex goddess, and she knew it, as she sped up her hips, pounding down onto my like an upside down tent spike. She let her head fall back with a giggle and a moan. "Shit this is good. It's been so long. I used to take dick like this all the time when I was younger, I loved to fuck."

Her fat tits bounced as she rode me, somehow managing to stroke every inch of my cock with her insides in the most amazing way possible. "Do I still have it baby? Do I still fuck good?" I groaned, nodding, and she giggled as she sped up. "Fuck yes I do, I can still swing my hips on a fat cock, I can still take it for my stud. Ollie doesn't get this anymore Nicky, I stopped giving him sex like this years ago. This is all for you, all for my boy. Fuck I won't let him get his dick in me again after this, he can't hit me deep like you can."

I grabbed her hips, pushing her down onto me faster as I groaned. "You're the best fuck I've ever had Dinah, this fucking cunt is wasted on that limp dicked boyfriend of yours. You don't need him. Any time you get horny just come to me baby, I'll pound this perfect cunt until you remember who you belong to." Of course she didn't belong to me. Not yet. I'd only gotten one hole and despite her desire to keep out dirty little secret affair going she absolutely hadn't surrendered to me yet, but it was fine. I'd get here there.

My first step was marking this sweet pussy properly. I reached up to grab those fat milfy ass cheeks with a roar and unloaded in her cunt, feeling her spasm around me as she came at the feeling of being filled. She screamed and soaked my cock as she came and slumped down on my chest and I rolled her over, cuddling her up next to me. Through my ability I could sense a quick flash of guilt but she rationalized it away fast and cuddled up to my side. Dinah did feel bad, but mostly she felt complete. I made her feel like she felt she deserved to feel and she wanted more. I grinned to myself. Perfect.

January 7th 2016 Lord Mansion 12:00 PM EDT

I didn't mind break Dinah or get her addicted to my cock or what have you. I could have, but it would have been obvious, so I did one better. I spent three hours pounding satisfaction and comfort and safety into her. I hit every dopamine response with my ability, I worked her pussy like a fucking maestro and played her mind just as well, and by the time I was done, Dinah was more relaxed and happy than she had been in her entire life. Being here with me felt like home, like safety, and she was absolutely besotted with it.

I didn't want a brain dead fuck toy. I liked Dinah, she was funny and smart, and the whole dirty little secret thing was hot. Even aside from the Justice League noticing her becoming a drooling sex bunny I enjoyed her the way she was. I'd get a drooling sex bunny later. I was greedy. I didn't want a dozen horny harem girls. I wanted to collect a bunch of different gorgeous women, all with their own unique personalities, and fuck them all into submission, quirks and all. After all, no one wants to play a video game where they just beat the same level over and over.

So I did what I did best, I played my role, cuddling up to the naked thirty something I'd just thoroughly ruined for all other men. I pressed a kiss to her temple as she stared out the window of my room. "Penny for your thoughts? You aren't regretting things are you?" She wasn't. I'd basically pounded so many good feelings about this into her brain I would be surprised if she didn't whistle a jaunty tune on her way out. I put on a vulnerable expression. "You aren't...thinking of him right?"

Her contented, lazy expression melted and she turned to kiss me softly. "Oh, baby no. I swear, I'm all yours. I just...I feel strange about this. I should be guilty, should feel bad, but honestly I just can't manage anything but contentment. Don't get me wrong, I feel sorry for Ollie. I'll be there for him emotionally like always, but the thought of him touching me again." She shuddered. "I don't think I can deal with his touch after this." She seemed almost surprised to hear herself say that.

She chewed her lip as she tried to work out what she was feeling out loud. "For so long he's treated sex with me like a chore, like something to get over with. He used to make me feel cherished, cared for. But now it's just...business. I hadn't realized how much that hurt me until I felt the connection we had when we made love." She blushed. "Not that I would use that word to describe us, I mean it's much too soon for that. But feeling you fill me up, staring into your eyes when came inside me..." She gave another shudder, this one much more pleasant.

I leaned down to catch her lips for a minute, almost bruised from hours of furious kissing. Despite the role I was playing I couldn't resist grabbing a handful of that fat milfy ass as I growled in her ear. "It's because you're MINE." She shuddered. "We belong to each other Dinah. Nowhere has ever felt as right to me as I felt when I was inside you." I felt her desire for me spike when I showed her how badly I wanted her. Needed her. I knew she was completely fucked out too, or she'd have been taking my dick again after that little burst of heat.

I'd fucked the poor woman into a barely mobile state. Her thighs, her ass, her tits, her lips, I'd used every part of her for anything I wanted and she'd taken it all gleefully. It wasn't the rough brutal fucking I'd given Barbie, it was more of a slow, thorough pounding, but the result was pretty much the same. Dinah's whole body was basically wrecked. What didn't get pounded into jelly when I was fucking her was sore from exertion, because my sexy Canary could fucking work that fat ass of hers.

She pulled me into a hungry kiss despite being unable to take my dick again, shoving her tongue into my mouth furiously as she fisted her hands in my hair. She moaned as she pulled back. "God baby it makes me so wet how badly you want me. I'm yours, I promise. No other man will be inside me ever again." She giggled. "Not that you would need to worry after what you did to my poor pussy." She groaned luxuriously. "Gods the things you do to me. I've never felt like this. Not just the sex, the way you watch me. Like you're hungry for more than just my body."

I was mollified by her assurances she wouldn't be fucking her boyfriend again. I could sense from my ability she meant it. I could also sense something else. Something...I may have done by accident. Whoops. Still learning this whole lust manipulation thing. I was pretty sure I'd given Dinah a cheating fetish. Well...more of a fetish for cheating with ME, I could feel she wouldn't be interested in other men. I planned to make good use of that. I could think of all sorts of fun ways to get that sweet little cunt dripping by going behind her "boyfriend's" back. Sucked for that guy.

She looked over at the clock and pouted. "Ugh, I have to go soon." She giggled. "I was expecting to come here and let you down easy, but it seems like I got you up and hard instead." She groaned as she sat up, stretching deeply and showing off every curve and muscle of her naked body. I felt myself get hard again. Her fucking body was a masterpiece, even after hours I wanted more of her. To be in her again. She noticed the shift of my cock under the blanket and gave a shuddering breath. "Oh gods baby I can't take any more. You know I want to make you feel good but I'm so tired."

She blinked, looking down, and then a wicked smile crossed her face. She stood up, waving that sweet jiggly ass in my face before she turned and knelt next to the bed. She patted the blanket in front of her. "Come here baby, let me take care of that nasty hard on for you." I grinned, I wasn't turning down a chance to fuck that supermodel face. I slid out of the blanket and over to the edge of the bed letting my legs rest on either side of her my cock hanging in the air in front of her luscious lips.

Instead of sucking it though she went up on her knees and leaned forward, enveloping my dick with her huge, soft tits. As I watched, she grabbed both breasts and started to work them up and down my cock. "This gets me so wet you know? Using my breasts to take care of you. To relieve your frustrations. You were so forceful with me this morning Nicky, but I think my favorite times with you are when you just relax and let me treat you like you treat me. Isn't it nice? Letting go? Enjoying yourself with these tits I know you love so much?"

I groaned at the heavenly softness. Dinah was a fucking pro at tit jobs, she drooled a bit between her breasts to lube them up for me some but they were so soft and smooth it was barely needed. She looked almost sad as she jerked me off with her breasts. "I don't want to go back Nicky. I don't want to deal with everyone wanting something from me, expecting me to solve their problems. I want to stay with you and be taken care of and feel safe, but I have responsibilities. There are things that I have to do."

She sped up and her eyes locked with mine. "But I won't give up this feeling. I won't stop coming here to see you, when it's just the two of us here it doesn't matter what people would say. I'll be thinking about you every day, what you do to me, what you make me feel." She started jerking me faster, her tits flying up and down my shaft. "And I'll make sure you think about me too baby. Think about what I give you. You like this Nicky? Like my fat tits around your cock?" I groaned, nodding at the sensation and the question both.

She spit on my cock, lubing it up more for her tits. "Good. Because you'd better remember this. Remember that I can give you this when Barbara can't." She put on a fake expression of pity. "Poor little Barb, doesn't have the assets a real woman does. She can't take care of my man like I can. Can she baby?" I shook my head, barely capable of speech from all the sensations. Her eyes almost glowed with lust and I felt her desire surge in my senses. "Remember this Nicky.

Remember my fat tits around your huge cock next time you're throwing that little redheaded slut a pity fuck. Remember how a real woman treats this dick."

Dinah was so turned on by the idea of stealing me from Barbie her hands were shaking as she swung her tits up and down my cock. I had to admit, it was fucking hot. I didn't mind playing my part either. "Fuck Dinah, she doesn't have what you've got. I need a real woman. You were fucking made for me. But don't you feel bad? Stealing her man away? How are you going to look her in the eye next time you see her when you're remembering the feeling of my cock rearranging your insides? Of my cum painting the inside of that sweet pussy?"

She gave a ragged moan. "Gods baby please. I need your cum. Paint my pretty face? I want to look in the mirror and see who I belong to. That little bitch won't do what I'll do for you. She can't work this dick like I can. Fuck I wish we could show her. Tie her up and let her watch her boyfriend have real sex with a real woman. Show her that little girls don't know what to do with a cock like this." Her eyes were out of focus and a touch with my ability showed me she was literally about to cum from the though of it.

Yeah, I'd definitely given her a cheating fetish. But honestly I couldn't complain, because the idea of typing Barbie up and fucking Dinah right in her bitchy little face made me so hard I had trouble not busting all over my blonde lovers hungry smile. I was going to cum from this soon. "Get ready Dinah, I'm gonna give you every drop. You earned this cum love, you worked for it. You want it all over your pretty face and these big fat tits? You want to steal this load you cheating slut?"

Her eyes were frantic as she nodded ecstatically. "Paint my fucking face baby! Give me that whore make up! Make me look like the cheating bitch I am!" Her voice was high and breathy and I knew without even checking that the second my cum touched her skin she was going to fucking blow. I grinned and let myself cum. Rope after rope of hot semen blasted across the bridge of her nose, her lips, her cheeks, and with the feeling of my cum splattering her Dinah threw her head back and screamed in orgasmic joy.

Her cunt squirted all over the floor from the sheer forbidden glee of the cheating cum I'd shot all over her. She slumped over sideways against my leg with a happy moan and I reached down to pet her hair. I had a few more holes and some extra work to do to really break her in, but this sweet little bitch was going to be mine just like Barbie was. I was going to get that threesome with my little redheaded bitch watching as I fucked this milfy slut.

And the best part was, with Dinah's brain now protected from mental influence and telepathy, no one would ever know when I claimed that sweet ass. Speaking of sweet asses, I made a mental note to text Barbie to come over after this. I needed to do some martial arts training, and Batgirl would be the perfect teacher. Of course, planning to drain my balls with her after we were done might have seemed like a little much to most people after my marathon milf fuck session, but hey, I was greedy.

January 7th 2016 Lord Mansion 8:00 PM EDT

Dinah let me take a picture of her before she left, though she made me use a polaroid because she didn't want digital copies floating around. The sight of her staring up at me, covered in hot cum, with a pout on that pretty face and those big blue eyes shining with naughtiness was pretty much the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Even thinking about what I did to the pretty milf made me drool a little.

That said, my mature fuck bunny had sadly needed to bounce, so I'd called Barbie to come over for some combat training and an ass fucking. I needed to learn to fight better, and I needed to drain my balls into that hot little bitch to make sure her brain was closed to mind reading. As Batgirl she'd had tons of training and was more than capable of teaching me, so it was pretty much a win win on my end. With my muscle control and enhancements I should pick up everything she had to teach pretty quick.

When she showed up she was dressed in tight sweat pants and a sports bra, hair up in a ponytail that unknowingly echoed the busty blonde milf I'd been fucking earlier. She smiled sympathetically as she came in, clearly remembering our last encounter. "Hey. How are you feeling? I was surprised to hear from you so soon. I put some feelers out about your kidnapping but I haven't heard anything back yet."

I shook my head. "I'm fine. Sorry I freaked out last time, it was just a lot to digest all at once." Now that I had shown her my 'hidden depths' I was free to go back to my normal behavior, since it would just be seen as being in denial. That said, I'd learned with Dinah that playing their game with them could make fucking even more fun, and I'd decided to be firm but a bit less acerbic with Barbie. See if she might get a bit more affectionate with some positive reinforcement from her daddy.

I'd settled on flirty and sarcastic, but with a bit of a hint of a connection. Like I was becoming more attached. Which to be fair, I was, I had fucking dreams about that sweet little cunt, but I wanted her to feel a bit of the romance I'd been giving Dinah. I gave her a soft smile, stepping up to her, not touching but just getting in her space and really towering over her. "It was sweet of you to worry. I like that you were thinking about me." I made sure my voice was husky and let some of my lust shine through.

Sure enough she blushed and averted her eyes. "Of course. We're...we're in this together right." I saw her eyes dip down to my cock, but I wanted to learn to fight and if I pounded her ass into a limping mess I wouldn't be getting very good training. Bouncing her on my dick could be my reward for a job well done. She cleared her throat a bit. "So. You mentioned something about wanting me to train you?"

I grinned at her. "Well, you made a big deal about me being safe during this little mission of ours. I figured what better way to do that then get some training from a grade A asskicker. I thought since I have this enhancement now, knowing how to handle myself in case we run into trouble would be for the best. Judging by the way you move and how toned you are, even if you weren't Batgirl I would be able to tell you can handle yourself. You can teach me some of that."

She swallowed hard, flushing a bit harder, but forced herself to meet my eyes. "That's...not a terrible idea. I would be willing to help teach you. But there are going to be some ground rules." I nodded seriously, having been expecting something like that. "First, learning to fight doesn't mean needing to fight. We don't just attack random people. You only use the skills I'm going to teach you in self defense or when I say it's time to do so. Understood?" I wasn't going to do that, but saying I was cost me nothing so I gave another serious nod.

Letting loose a breath of relief, she moved on. "Second, just because you're learning doesn't mean you're instantly going to be competent. I'm not taking you on any actual missions with me until I believe you're ready. These people are dangerous, and I'm..." She blushed. "I'm not willing to risk you being in danger. It's not your job. I'm the one who protects you. Got it?" The seriousness she was treating my safety with was absolutely adorable, and this cute bitchy but caring thing was a new side to her I hadn't seen.

I was guessing she felt like our connection was more than just sex now that I'd become part of this mess. I didn't really mind. Once I got a bit of time with her I could tweak her sexual preferences while we were fucking so she wouldn't mind me seeing other girls. Hell, I had a vague sense I might not need to do much tweaking. Barbie seemed sweet, and she was a fantastic fuck, as long as I didn't have to give up other pussy I didn't mind playing daddy for her a bit more seriously. Once again I mentally thanked the gods for Eros and Psyche, literally the best ability I could imagine.

My super brain was useful as hell, because I'd had that entire inner monologue so quickly that she wasn't even getting impatient for a response yet. I gave her a reassuring smile, putting my hand on top of her head gently. "Of course. It means a lot that you're taking this so seriously. I'd never question someone with such pure intentions. I'm proud to have a girl like you on my side." I felt a spike of heat through her at the head pat and the word proud and honestly had to try not to blink. Jesus, this girl was seriously craving male validation.

She swallowed hard, turning away and walking over to the middle of the room. She bent down to start moving the table and then when it was gone she took her shoes off, gesturing me to the empty space in the middle of the floor. I'd put on a t shirt and sweats, and she gestured for me to stand opposite her. Once we were in position she took a deep breath. "Ok. First thing I need is to see you move. I want you to attack me. If you feel like you need to hold back that's fine, you need to be able to gauge your own limits, but if you come in slow or wrong I'll punish you for it."

I gave her a long, slow grin. "Oh, I get punished do I? What if I don't get hit? Do I get to punish you?" She flushed a dark red, but I changed the subject. "Anyway that works for me. I'm stronger and faster than a normal person but I'm guessing you've fought people like that before. I won't sandbag but I won't aim to hurt you. I'll try for light, fast punches, that way you can count touches as a loss but don't get too badly injured. I don't know how to control my strength too well yet." Which was a total lie, my control was perfect, but that might seem suspicious since most people would be off balance with a new level of strength to deal with.

She nodded, not bothering to speak, and took up a guard stance, gesturing me forward and getting in position to wait for me to attack. I pushed all the thoughts of fucking out of my head. I'd gotten plenty of pussy this morning, and I needed to focus. This was going to be important in the future. My brain was on it's highest setting, every single sense focused to a razor's edge as I watched Barbie react. I stepped forward and sent out few quick, probing jabs.

The cascade of movement that were her reactions was...beautiful. Motion that started at the tips of her feet and rolled through her like a cresting wave. She didn't activate EVERY relevant muscle, but she got a decent amount of them, as it was just so fluid I almost froze in shock. Almost. Luckily as soon as the fight started things got a little weird. As I jabbed out at her I saw every movement she made. Not just the ones in front of my eyes, but all of them.

I heard the tightening of her muscles, the scrape of fabric over skin, the whisper of air moving as it parted for flesh, all of it merging together into a sort of song of perfect information. My perception billowed around me, taking in everything about the area a few feet in every direction and processing it in an instant. And then I fell over. Because holy shit, was that a weird way to perceive the world. I overextended my blow and Barbie had grabbed and flipped me, and I'd been so frozen with over stimulation that I couldn't do shit other than the action I'd already started.

I blinked, clearing that stuff away. Right. Note for the future, no turning my senses up to eleven mid fight. Perfect bodily control doesn't mean the knowledge of how to use that body, and maximum senses was apparently way too much to deal with for me for quite a while. I made a promise to myself that I would test that weird state I'd been in out at some point to get used to it. For now though, I popped back to my feet. I'd internalized some of that. I looked over at Barbie. "Weird request, but can you attack me now? Punches please."

She raised an eyebrow in confusion but shrugged. "Sure. Not sure it will help, but hey, if you think it'll do you some good." She flashed forward, lashing out with a few quick jabs like I had. I shifted my body, trying to perfectly copy the movements she just made. I did so, engaging all the muscles she missed as I sinuously shifted my form like a snake in the same sort of evasion shuffle she had used. Of course, I still got punched, because this wasn't a fighting game, and that particular evasion wasn't some kind of secret dodge all technique.

Despite that, she recognized what I was doing and backed off, her eyes wide. "Did...did you just learn that footwork from watching me do it?" I shrugged. I had, though I'd been doing it properly and she's missed a few links in the chain of motion. Not that I'd tell her that. Based on what I'd observed at the fights Barbie was a fucking martial arts genius. Being able to move as fluidly and efficiently as she could was already very impressive for a normal human person. Even one trained by Batman.

She puffed out a laugh. "Ok. Well. That changes things a bit. If you can perfectly mimic combat styles and movements after seeing them once live sparring is a huge waste of time. At least in the beginning. Katas are basically made for someone like you. I'm going to take you through some forms that will help train your coordination and reflexes. I know forms for about a dozen martial arts I learned during my own training, so that should give us a really good place to build off of."

Despite having had to change her entire training plan Barbie looked happy and excited. As I watched her get all cute and energetic about the idea of teaching me, I felt a flash of genuine fondness. I didn't feel actual appreciation for many people. With women it was usually an act I put on for their benefit. But her legit happiness at having someone to finally teach and spar with was so wholesome and obvious it made me smile a bit. I loved fucking Barbie, but based on that little flash of insight, I was pretty sure I might grow to actually like her too. For now though, I had training to do, and then a tight little ass to pound. I could think of worse ways to spend an evening.