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January 26th 2016 Gotham City 4:00 PM EDT

Knowing we were going to be walking into the lions den, I was officially ready to stock up on some protection. I wasn't going to this thing as Mammon, so my mask and Regalia were out as defensive items, so I was going to have to make myself something bran new. I was looking to kick my defenses up a notch, and maybe arrange myself some functional weapons. I had my wyrmkin abilities to let loose with if I got backed into a corner, but I was going to prepare for anything I could think of just in case.

My first stop was downtown. I'd been asking around a bit and had gotten in touch with a few sources looking for places to pick up mystical gear. I had about thirty thousand points at the moment from shipments I'd been getting from Galaxy (shipments I was then reselling to Penguin for extra cash), but hopefully buying some higher end items would beef up my total before I started work on my new gear.

To that end I had tracked down the biggest and most random assortment of magic esoterica in Gotham. my appraisal made magical swap meets a treasure trove for me, hence my current attendance of the Greenwitch Magic Market, and extremely obscure and dangerous magical exchange under the streets of Gotham. Between Whisper, Waylon, and Cheshire we'd been able to identify the next market location, which was difficult since it moved around and they usually only invited magic types.

I brought Waylon and Bonebreaker with me this time, leaving Whisper at home with Dinah. The two of them had bonded after Dinah found out about Whisper being pregnant. I'd expected a freeze out, but I suspected my speech about not ever giving up on here and her own experiences being shunned by her friends made her hesitant to make waves. She'd been a bit distant for a day or two but once she and Whisper got talking they became the best of friends, albeit with Whisper doing her best not to come across as her usual crazy self in regards to me.

Finding the place, even with directions, was an exercise in annoyance, the market was in an old abandoned subway station this week, and Gotham had more than a few. This particular station was only accessible through subway tunnels, the street level entrances having been bricked over some time ago. Luckily Waylon was pretty well versed on the underground or we might never have tracked it down.

Coming up the escalator to the massive cement platform, I could see and hear dozens of people walking between huge tables full of random objects. Some of it was magical, some of it was probably just junk, and a few pieces looked like they might be alien in origin and the people who brought them in were just desperate to unload the things. I was impressed by the sheer amount of variety present on the tables, and started using appraisal liberally to try to figure out what was going to be useful, as Waylon walked behind me carrying a reinforced metal briefcase full of cash.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Cane of shrinking-I rank. Tapping and object with this item makes the object five percent smaller in all dimensions. Resulting object also becomes five percent denser.]

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Mobius Rope- H rank. When tied in a knot, this rope creates a recursive conceptual pattern that can't be unknotted. Excess pieces will reabsorb if the rope is severed.]

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Hand of Glory-G rank. An ancient artifact made by preserving the hand of a hanged man and creating candles from all five fingers. The hand conveys perfect silence when entering a location uninvited, unlocks doors and gives light only to the holder, as well as keeping the inhabitants of the location in a deep sleep. Magic breaks when all five candles burn out.]

I was in awe. This place was just wall to wall with insane objects, some powerful, some useless, and some downright unpleasant. I saw more than a few things I could use for combination's and considered buying some others just for the points. I made a mental list and moved on, checking out the tables as I went to try to keep an eye out for more impressive things to buy. One particularly intriguing possibility presented itself buried in a pile of old junk on a table halfway down the aisle.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Babylon Candle- E rank. A powerful magical artifact with only two remaining uses. By lighting the candle and speaking the name of your destination, any place in the multiverse can be reached. The Babylon candle paves the way past any barrier or defense, but gives the user no information on what may already lie at their destination.]

I bought it. Obviously. Not even to merge with anything I just had to have it. It was a perfect insurance policy in case I ran into an issue I couldn't get out of. I felt the explosion of points as I got it, and almost giggled out loud in glee as I paid twenty dollars for the candle from some broke magical vagrant. None of the rest of the objects on the table were worth shit, so I kept walking, but still, this trip had already more than paid for itself. My next find was on a table full of minorly enchanted jewelry, and this one was actually semi expensive.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Pendant of Amethyst- F rank. A mystical focus belonging to the princess of a far off world. Allows limited dimensional travel and augments spells cast through the pendant. Other abilities specific to the bloodline of the Gemworld royal family. Locate the rightful owner, Amy Winston, to unlock more functionality.]

That was...insane. But I paid for it immediately, obviously. Something like that was an amazing ace to have up my sleeve, and once this whole insane party thing was over I was absolutely going to check out 'Gemworld". It sounded awesome. Plus I would definitely be tracking down Amy Winston. I'd never fucked a princess before, and I was absolutely going to change that.

The pendant put me at a hundred forty thousand points and I picked up a few other things that netted my another ten thousand total. Nothing as impressive as the first few items I bought. A pair of boxes that could teleport things between them, shielding talisman that worked for ten minutes and then wore off, and a cheap enchanting text I was planning to upgrade so I could learn to make my own magic items to use as materials. Most of it was I rank and luckily it only cost a fraction of my cash to get it all.

Other than that I didnt find anything good. The few pieces that had looked alien were space junk or deliberately designed to look that way, not worth the price at all and as I packed up all my new stuff I scanned the room with appraisal to see if I could pick up anything else that might be useful. I didn't see anything at first glance, so I decided I'd be best served identifying the buyers, just to see what kind of people were here. Most of them were just random magic nobodies here to buy cheap shit, but I noted one guy in particular who caught my eye.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Zachary Albrecht- H rank. A cultist with a minor mystical talent and a fanatical devotion to the cause, Albrecht is one of many envoys sent by a rising dark power in Gotham to make preparations for a grand magical ceremony.]

That sounded familiar. Granted it WAS Gotham, so there was a non zero chance that the cultist worked for some other rising dark power, but I was pretty sure this was an employee of Drench's boss. The timing and scale lined up too well for me to ignore. Luckily I was able to follow him easily enough, because this place was loud and I guessed cultists weren't the most observant people in the world in either case. I headed after him, but didn't stop him or anything. I wanted to see what 'preparations' he was making for this grand ceremony.

The term didn't exactly inspire confidence in me. I wasn't excited about the possibility of whatever this employer was casting some huge spell on the city. I wanted to know what the hell was coming, and destroying the prep work in this one spot might not do much to stop it. My smartest move would be to let him do his thing and then record or photograph whatever that was so I could show it to one of my magic sources (ok so I could show it to Zee) and get an idea of what exactly these assholes were doing.

I had Waylon and Bonebreaker hang back with the stuff and the money since they were less than subtle and trekked after the cultist as quietly as I could. I controlled my breathing, my footfalls, my weight distribution, even trying my best to minimize the whisper of my clothes as I stepped. With my bodily control I was able to be as stealthy as physically possible as I followed behind Albrecht, blending into the darkness as I trailed after him down a subway tunnel off this main room.

It looked like he'd been in to buy supplies for whatever his spell was. Nothing fancy just some chalk and a bit of red sand that apparently came from a hell dimension. Now he was checking a map as he trailed through the dark tunnels, looking for...something. I wasn't sure exactly what he was trying to find, but whatever it was it wasn't obvious to me, because when he finally found it and stopped, the spot he paused in was just like every other part of the tunnels. Messy and covered in dirt and debris.

Despite that he lit up when he got to it, and I slipped my phone out quietly to record whatever he was doing. Making sure to zoom in enough to catch the movements of his lips, despite being able to hear perfectly from where I was. I wanted to make sure Zee would have everything she needed. The Harvest Festival was clearly more than just a party. If these were the same people, and I suspected they were, that little shindig was most likely going to be where this so called grand ceremony was held. Anyone with that kind of magic making preparations this widespread and thorough probably wasn't planning to build the city a magic ice cream parlor.

The cultist poured out the red sand and began to chant. The language he was speaking was guttural and harsh, not like German, but like it was probably physically hurting his throat to make the sounds he was. A sort of rasping, tearing roar, that echoed off the walls of the tunnel as he barked it out. He pulled out a few other reagents, tossing them into a small bronze bowl he withdrew from his jacket, and cut himself with a nearby shard of masonry that he then tossed into the bowl with a final roar.

There was a flash of weirdly red flame, and then a glow as symbols burned themselves onto the wall and floor around him. The symbols blazed crimson before fading away, and Albrecht packed everything up before hurrying away, looking suspiciously around to make sure he wasn't noticed. I, fortunately, had seen him start glancing quickly, and had ducked behind some busted brickwork to avoid his gaze.

Once I heard him vanish down the tunnel I wandered down to the spot he'd been standing and took a few pictures. The symbols were barely visible on the rock, slight faded burns, but I took plenty of photos anyway. Once I was done I tried texting Zee, but even I didn't get service down here. I made a mental note to upgrade my cell. Regardless she would be willing to see me about this. Maybe I could get an invite to her place. Girls were always more willing to fuck at their own houses.

January 26th 2016 Shadowcrest 8:00 PM EDT

I was pretty impressed with Zee's house. It was big and spooky, though not in the same way as Arkham. More in a casper the friendly ghost sort of way than any sort of legit monster movie. There was all the right elements, but it seemed too...lively, to be really dangerous. Lots of dark gothic elements, but no real sense of threat. At least on surface. I could feel a sense of amusement permeating the atmosphere, which seemed lighthearted, but I was familiar with this kind of amusement. It was the amusement of a cat looking at a particularly spirited mouse. So I appraised it.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Shadowcrest Manor-C rank. A sentient manor house currently belonging to the Zatara bloodline, Shadowcrest is a massive dimensional nexus and a powerful mystical vault holding the ancestral knowledge of the Zatara clan and a lifetime of mystical treasures gathered by two generations of the powerful mystic family.]

I gulped audibly. C rank. That was...wow. Based on the exponential jump from F to E I was guessing C rank was...a big deal. Given that fucking Supergirl was only two ranks up, I was guessing this house was more than capable of snapping me up like a scooby snack. Still, amusement or not the thing didn't feel overtly hostile, and if it wanted me dead I would be. I knocked on the door anyway, no use being afraid of something that could probably kill me from across town if it wanted to.

When Zee opened the door I forgot about the possible supernatural predator house, because...well...titties. Big ones. Hanging almost completely out of a very low cut tank top with no obvious sign of a bra. It took me a few seconds to look up, but I caught Zee smirking at me smugly. I raised an eyebrow. "We doing the whole eye candy revenge thing again? Because all this looking and not touching is going to drive me crazy."

She turned, leaving the door open and walking away, hips swaying. The tight Yoga pants she was wearing said 'Witch' on the ass. That made me blank out for another few seconds before her voice floated over her shoulder. "You aren't allowed to touch today either, but if you're very nice I might touch you." Not exactly what I'd been hoping for tonight but hey, I would take what I could get for a shot at that body.

I stepped into the house, barely dodging the door as it slammed shut. I glared up at the ceiling, pretty sure the stupid house was laughing at me. I rolled my eyes and followed that fat bouncing ass down the hall. "So, thanks for agreeing to meet me on such short notice. I had fun on our night out. Though I don't know if Barbie noticed. She didn't say anything about it to me."

Zee snickered as we walked into a library and she gestured for me to sit down. "I didn't expect her to. She probably figured I would mention the last time and didn't want to make you mad. I expected her to just get pushier sexually to remind you why she's better than me. She's always been the show and not tell type. Dick used to tell me stories of the things she would do to him after we hung out to remind him what was waiting for him. It always made her really jealous when we spent time together."

That was actually dead on. I hadn't even connected the two incidents, but I was hardly complaining. I looked her over. "She seems pretty insistent there was something there. You sure you two never fooled around when they were together? Barbie is lots of things, but delusional isn't one of them. The girl is a fact finding machine, and it seems weird that she would be so fixated on the idea with no evidence."

She sighed explosively. "I mean...we didn't have sex or anything. But I MAY have sucked him off on his birthday once a little while after they got together. It wasn't a big deal. I like sucking dick. I'm good at it. Barbara had a class the next day and left him alone on his birthday We got to talking about old times, about our relationship, and he mentioned how much he missed my mouth. So I said happy birthday to the head of his cock with my tonsils. We were both a little tipsy, and I didn't even know her at the time. It never happened again."

I put my hands up. "I'm not going to tell on you. Though I find the whole 'I like sucking dick' thing surprising." I didn't. Girls who were 'just one of the guys' usually weren't princesses about a sloppy blowie between friends. They liked attention and recognition, and sucking usually got them plenty of i, at least if they didn't want to put out. But telling them you thought so was a good way to slam that door in your face, so I played shocked.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes I like blowjobs. I'm Catholic, and my crazy overprotective dad was pretty serious about waiting until marriage. Fun fact, there are spells that can tell you if your teenage daughter is a virgin in EITHER hole, but there are no spells that tell you how much dick she's sucked. Blowjobs were my own little teen rebellion. When my dad made me mad I'd find a cute boy and slobber on his dick. I figured out quick I had a knack for it. I don't usually blow guys with girlfriends, but Dick was an old flame and like I said it was a moment of weakness."

I gave her a once over. "Wait...you're a virgin?" Because...that would make this way harder, and honestly possibly a bit more fun, but it would also mean the first time I fucked her would be less fun. As much as people liked to glorify it, I hated breaking in virgins. They weren't much fun until you got them trained up a bit. I preferred girls who knew what they were doing.

Luckily, she burst into giggles. "Dear gods no. My dad put on the Dr. Fate helmet when I was fourteen and I've been basically raising myself since then. Aside from just being super hot and curious about boys, I'm also a magic nerd. Tantric magic was one of the first things I tried when I was out on my own, though I didn't involve any boys until later. A surprising number of tantric spells can be done solo." She waggled her eyebrows at me. "But as much fun as watching you turn colors thinking about how I am in bed is, and believe me, it's a blast. I assume you aren't here for a walk down memory lane."

I shook off the mental image of her fingering herself for magical power and pulled out my phone. "No, I'm not. I'm here for this." I passed her the phone, playing the video. "I was down at the Greenwitch Magic Market and saw this guy acting squirrely. He took off down a tunnel and I followed from a distance. Saw him doing...whatever this is. It seemed weird so I wanted an expert opinion. There are pictures of the symbols in there too."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "This is...weird. It's some kind of power shunt, but large scale. Like a dam or something. Based on the location they're probably trying to redirect a leyline, the Market is usually held on one. It powers their protective measures. The thing is I don't know why the hell you would bother." She flipped through the pictures. "I'll look into it more, but thanks for bringing this to my attention, I'll need to keep these pic...tures." She stopped and I raised an eyebrow.

I leaned in to take back the phone but she held onto it, and her eyes were glued to the screen. To a picture she'd flipped to after she got through the symbols, one I had left in my gallery from back when I was seducing Dinah. Zee was staring, and licked her lips a little. "That's...sorry, I didn't mean to flip past the symbols. That's big though. Like...really big. How does Barbara fit it all? Though it could just be perspective. Pictures don't usually convey scale well." She bit her lip, looking up at me through her lashes. "Is that a trick of perspective Nicky."

I smiled. "It's not. But if you don't believe me I can show you. After all, I am keeping a secret from my girlfriend for you. Friends do each other favors. Maybe you can do me a favor. I bet you would have some fun with it. You wouldn't be cheating, Barbie and I are open about seeing other people." That was a lie. We were open about ME seeing other people. If another gut laid a hand on my woman I'd rip his lungs out, but it sounded me open minded when I said it the other way.

She sighed, dropping to her knees. "Fine. I have been teasing. And honestly?" She grinned up at me wickedly. "I've been wanting to suck you off since she introduced you. I wouldn't because it was mean, but gods I got so wet knowing I was blowing her boyfriend that first time. She can be so judgemental and bitchy. I always liked her, but knowing her boyfriend's cum had hit the back of my throat and she didn't know it made dealing with her shit a little easier."

She unbuttoned my pants eagerly, pulling my dick out and shuddering as it slapped her in the face. "Fuck that's a fat one. I knew you'd have a big dick. You just have that swagger." I reached down for her head and she slapped my hand. "Ground rules first. We aren't dating. We aren't having sex. I'm going to suck your dick because we'll both enjoy it, but once I'm done that's it. No strings or expectations, no trying to fuck me. Agreed." I chuckled, noting the similarities to Barbie's little speech when I first fucked her, but nodded.

She gave me a beaming smile. "Good. Now let's both enjoy ourselves." She reached up and slipped her straps down, letting her fat milky tits bounce free. "I know how much men like to see the girls when they're enjoying a nice blowie." Then without further ado she leaned in and started to suck. I expected her to be in the running with Barbie and Whisper for blow jobs, and she was, but she was also very different, and I had to admit not in a bad way.

Barbie and whisper liked to throat me. It felt amazing, but Zee wasn't all eager and desperate. Zee was slow and methodical. She didn't start with the throat, she started with the tongue, and she knew how to fucking work it. Her tongue swirled around my cock like a pole dancer, supported by her full lips. She licked me like and ice cream cone, slobbering all over the tip and the sucking it back up. Each time she got deeper, got lower, her tongue dancing down the shaft as those pouty dickpillows massaged me like I was in a five star spa. Her lips and tongue felt like they belonged to different people.

Her hand gripped my balls, and rather than supporting it seemed like part of the package, when the tongue was working it's way up and the lips were sliding over the head of my dick her hand would swirl my balls, gripping and wringing them just enough not to hurt, but to get them going, get my cum bubbling and rising like she was milking out the biggest, thickest load she could manage. She sucked me like that for easily twenty minutes. Slobbering and slurping and staring me in the eye, and she fucking loved it.

I stared, at those pretty cheekbones over suck hollowed cheeks, and those bright blue eyes, at her pouty mouth sucking the thoughts from my fucking head, and those fat jiggly tits rippling every time she made it to the bottom, like they were celebrating the victory. I was so into it I barely noticed myself cumming until I finally dumped the biggest fucking nut I'd ever had right down her throat.

Those lips slurped it up like a pro, not spilling a drop, and as she popped her mouth off me with a smack she stared up at me in a daze. Her big blue eyes weren't blue anymore, they were glowing green. "Ok. I might be willing to rethink that no seconds thing. But first, how about you tell me what the fuck you are, and why your cum seems to have filled me up with magic."

January 26th 2016 Shadowcrest 9:00 PM EDT

I expected Zatanna to have to fix her lipstick after she sucked me off, but apparently either her lips were just naturally pink and glistening or she was using magic lipstick because it was perfect. She was licking her fingers clean hungrily as she stared at me, her eyes glowing and feverishly bright. "I haven't felt this juiced in ages. Seriously, whatever is in your balls is my new favorite snack." She closed her eyes, shuddering slightly in ecstasy. I was pretty sure she was slightly high right now. It was kind of turning me on.

Despite that though she was much more focused on the magic than anything sexual, so I doubted I'd be fucking her tonight. I could probably swing another blowie before I left, but I'd have to see. For now I just fell back on my old standby. "I was kidnapped and experimented on by the group that's been kidnapping teens. I was working with a doctor who was augmenting me before that, but I think the kidnappers did something to me on a genetic level. Still not sure what though. Sorry I didn't think to tell you, I didn't know it affected my cum at all."

She didn't seem even remotely upset about that, just stared at me suspiciously. "I don't know about that. Seems like they might have just jump started what was already there. If the kidnappers could give people power like that they would be a much bigger threat. Seriously, you're a walking magic reactor." She stared at my now hidden cock, licking her lips again before shaking her head. "I know who your dad is, but maybe your mom has some kind of abilities? What was her name? Maybe I've heard of her."

That made me pause. "Sarah. I don't know her last name. My dad doesn't talk about her much and she died when I was born. I don't...think she had powers? I can't honestly say." My mom wasn't a big topic of discussion in my house. Not because of some deep painful wound, but because I'd really never cared that much and neither had dad. I mean I'd heard the odd comment about how clever she was, or about how he respected how ruthless she could be, but I'd never been the 'I want my mommy' type, and she hadn't sounded like mother of the year material anyway.

Zee's suspicion and hunger evaporated like snow on a hot spring day. She took my hand in hers. "I'm so sorry Nicky. That's awful. I can imagine how terrible it must have been growing up without her. I get it. It was just me and my dad too." She squeezed my fingers, giving me a soft smile, still glowing eyes locked on mine. "If you ever need to talk, I'm here." She stared into my eyes a bit longer before clearing her throat and letting go of my hand. "Anyway, I was planning to do a tracking spell to identify similar magical structures around town, to try to figure out what this may be for. I would have needed to wait and prepare, but with this much magic in my system I can start now, if you'd like to watch."

She flushed a bit, her eyes looking away from me. I raised an eyebrow. "I mean, I'd love to, but what's with the shyness. You just sucked my dick, and we've been hanging for a while now. I don't really get what the big deal is with me watching you perform a ritual. Or is this one of those tantric rituals you mentioned? Because I admit I'd love to see you in action doing that kind of magic."

She giggled at that. "No, nothing like that. It's just..." She blushed harder. "Magic is really personal to me. I don't usually share my rituals with people. Evocation is one thing, but rituals tell you a lot about a person. It's like showing someone your art. A quick suck isn't nearly as personal as you watching me pour my heart and soul into an act of primordial creation. I honestly wouldn't have invited you to watch but..." She traced a hand over her stomach. "I suppose you'll be involved either way."

I couldn't pretend I wasn't interested in seeing her work. Pussy was easy to get, though granted not from a woman like her, but still, the chance to watch a master sorceress work was worth more than some ass. Even one as fat and delectable as hers. So I gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm honored. I can't wait to see what you can do. Do you need me for anything? Holding something? Saying some lines? Hopping on one foot? I don't know magic very well but my hands are at your disposal."

She beamed at me. "See, that's refreshing. I don't usually let people in on my spellwork, but the rare occasions I do the other party is almost always another magic user. They give all sorts of tips and express their opinions where they aren't wanted. Having an assistant who just admits he doesn't know what he doesn't know is really nice. Maybe if this goes well we can do some magic together again in the future. After all, you've certainly got the raw power to learn it, and I imagine I have...plenty to teach you."

That last bit was a bit husky, and I was pretty sure THAT was definitely about tantric magic. Either way I'd be happy to learn. With my perfect memory and super powerful brain I was betting I'd be damn good at magic. Something to consider later though. In the meantime I followed Zee down the hall, admiring the fat curves of her ass in those yoga pants as I went. She didn't seem to mind, clearly putting some bounce in her step for me to enjoy, but sadly the show ended far too soon as we reached a wide open chamber.

The room was cavernous, like some kind of gymnasium or something, and in the middle was a wide swathe of floor covered in a carpet. The carpet was black, with silver thread (the actual metal, not the color) woven into a series of twisting lines and symbols. The carpet was huge, and Zee grabbed my hand and dragged me over to stand in one of the smaller circles inside the design. Then she walked away to get me a candle, and came back to shove it into my hands, lighting it.

She gave me a brilliant smile. "Ok. This is a location spell. It's honestly one of the most common spells I use for the League, hence the carpet. I'm going to try to locate other instances of this type of magic to figure out what it is. All I need you to do is stand in that spot. I'd usually stand there, but this will let me tap into your energies for the magic, which should let me use the spell many more times than normal."

I stared at her flatly. "So by 'participate in your ritual' you meant that you wanted to use me as a living battery. I get the sudden feeling that this isn't the intimate experience you may have led me to believe." Rather than getting embarrassed again Zee just grinned.

She reached down and stripped off her tank top, letting those fat, jiggly tits bounce free. "There you big baby, some eye candy during the ritual. As a thank you for being such a good sport. Do you feel better now?" I certainly didn't feel worse. Zee's tits were, to turn a phrase, magical. Fat and perky with delicious looking strawberry milk colored nipples about the diameter of a soda can.

I wanted more. Wanted to see hear moaning and squealing on my dick, but I knew this ritual was actually important so I didn't step out of the circle. Didn't mean I couldn't enjoy myself. "Bottoms too." She raised an eyebrow but I just looked at her calmly. She bit her lip, clearly not sure, but she slowly pushed her pants down, exposing a very obviously soaked and well trimmed pussy. "Turn around." She did, looking over her shoulder at me.

She was staring at me face, and I was staring at that ass. It wasn't as enormous as Whisper's, but it was pale and fat and jiggly and I wanted to bury my face in it and motorboat those bowling ball cheeks. But I just stared. "Turn back around." She did, staring up at me shyly. "You're going to do your whole ritual like this, then you're going to blow me. I want you to know the only reason I don't fuck you tonight is because I know you aren't sure about it while I'm with Barbie."

She gave a shuddering nod, but I cut her off. "But I'll be waiting. As good as it feels to inhale all that magic, I want you to think about feeling it splatter the back of your cunt, or shoot up your ass. I want you to think about how the power would feel inside you. I wonder if it's like alcohol. Can you get drunk off magical cum up your ass? All you have to do to find out is just stop holding back and let me have you."

I could see her hunger and lust, could see how much she wanted it, but she smoothed out her face, clearing her throat. "I'll...I'll keep it in mind. For tonight we have magic to do. So just enjoy my body-" Her eyes went wide. "Looking. Enjoy looking, at my body. While I...do that." She turned around and busied herself grabbing more candles, and other supplies she started to lay out ingredients and magical objects. I appraised most of it, and it was all just random low level nonsense props for her spells, but I just sat there and watched.

Seeing her kneeling in front of me setting up the spell naked was intoxicating. I wanted to fuck her so bad I could taste it, but I clamped down on it. Based on her desires I was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to resist coming to me. I decided to be patient. It would be more fun. Though I was going to face fuck her into a drooling mess before I left. I wanted to feel her throat spasm around my cock as I shoved her head down my dick. That particular sentiment entertained me through most of the setup until she finally finished.

She stood up, face serious and focused, it was like she flipped a switch, going from horny sex kitten to calm confident sorceress. Then she began to speak. Her voice had a resonant quality to it as she chanted, and I was able to translate it as backwards English, but she was going too fast for me to bother identifying the words. Still, the circle began to glow as she intoned the magic words. One of the supplies she'd grabbed was a map of Gotham, and as she spoke she unrolled it in the middle of the carpet, clearly focusing the magic into the map. I watched it closely as she cast, waiting for something to happen.

All at once I felt a wave of dizziness as energy was sucked from my body. It passed quickly, but as soon as it happened the candles all flared up, flames leaping into columns like they were blow torches. As that happened the map caught fire. A dozen tiny flames blazed up and then out, leading to a myriad little burns across the surface of the map. Zee finished her spell, staring down at the singed paper in unease. "Well." She said unhappily. "I can't tell you what the spell is for yet, but I can tell you there are dozens of them around town. I can't imagine diverting that many leylines means anything good. I'm pretty sure we have a problem." That was unfortunate, but I wondered if I'd still get my dick sucked.

January 26th 2016 Palace of Debauchery 11:00 PM EDT

I did get another blowjob, and Zee was awfully generous with how rough she let me be, regardless, I enjoyed myself and I got a nice handful of those tits while she sucked me. I could have probably pushed her into a fuck, but with that fucking monster of a house watching my every move I wasn't willing to try messing with her desires too much. Besides, I'd gotten distracted, but I had things to do still. Specifically I had gear to make and upgrades to do with all that magic shit I'd bought, and I was excited to get started.

I had everything laid out on the table in front of me, and Cherry was next to me looking things over. The only two items I didn't add to my pile was the Babylon Candle and the Pendant. Everything else was mixed in with my stock of valuable random items for merges. I'd considered my best move to power up was a combination of gear and backup. Cherry needed her upgrade still, so I'd decided to use one of the magic items to boost her before the party. I didn't want to bring Whisper while she was pregnant, as useful as she would be, so I planned to get Cherry to the point where she would be just as useful.

I even knew what I was going to give her. I held up the hand of glory for her to look over. "So, I've been considering exactly what I need, and I'm missing an infiltrator and thief. I'd considered using Cheshire for that, but honestly she isn't reliable enough. You've been so helpful to me, and I'm still working on finding Trevor, so I thought a present might help you feel a bit more taken care of. You know what a hand of glory is? Any issues having a power like that?"

She actually giggled with anticipation. "Not at all daddy, I do know what a hand of glory is, but they're rare. Most of them have long since been used, and hanging has gone out of style in most of the European countries that used to make them. I'm shocked you found one with this much juice left in it. The only ones I've ever heard of were almost burned out. This looks like it has another three or four uses in it. How would the power work though? Would my fingers catch fire? just so I know what I'm in for."

My shrug was lazy. "Who knows. It's sort of up in the air. The merges are odd and sort of unpredictable. I just know they tend to conform to your wishes as best as possible within the meta. Well, my wishes, but I don't want your hands catching fire during sex so my preference is little to no physical alterations so that'll probably be what we get. So, you ready for this? Because you can back out." I smiled at her smugly. "I'm sure Barbie would love to have this kind of ability. Batgirl could definitely use some powers."

Cherry's teeth ground as she glared out of the room towards the front door and presumably at Barbie. In all seriousness I wasn't actually in a hurry to give Barbie powers. I wasn't clear on her loyalties, and my policy on direct micromanaging was even more applicable to someone like her than anyone else I had on the payroll. Maybe someday Barbie would prove herself enough to become part of my daily operations, but until then I'd be keeping the merging powers of the system in my back pocket.

Cherry shoved the hand back at me. "I don't recall asking for a lecture daddy. I'm just waiting for you to start." She raised an eyebrow challengingly and I reached out and grabbed and handful of her ass, pulling her in for a rough kiss. She moaned into my mouth, running her hands over my body before she pulled back. I grinned and pinched her ass, getting another giggle. I had to admit I like Cherry. She was nuts, but her ass didn't quit and she fucked like a firecracker. Plus I was beginning to get used to her brand of insanity.

I gestured her over to sit down and put the hand next to her before triggering the merge without delay. With Cherry as the primary ingredient in the merge there was no reason to worry. She blazed to light, same as the hand, and both of the energies flowed together, recombining into a new merged version of Cherry. Sure enough there wasn't much to see about her shift, her blonde hair was a bit more white than before, and she was slightly paler, but other than that I saw no obvious signs she'd been merged at all. So of course I used appraisal.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Charise Carnes- G ranked Phantom Lady. A ghostly phantasm given human form, Charise dedicates her new abilities to her 'daddy' Nicholas Lord. Enthralled by his sexual prowess and dominating hand she is devoted to his every whim, the only caveat being her requirement that he find her ex to prove himself. As a Phantom Lady Charise possesses the power to enter a home unseen and unheard, to leave no trace, open locked doors and keep her victims in a state of sleep.]

Perfect. She got all the tricks from the hand, plus some interesting potential ghost powers. Until then though, I noted the description, partially with pride and partially with a mental note that I really needed to contact the Calculator about Trevor. It was nice to have her loyalty confirmed, but I had a feeling based on the way that was phrased that if I fucked her over on the Trevor thing her loyalty would snap the other way quickly. Cherry was fun and sexy but she wasn't exactly mentally stable. Still, it shouldn't be too hard to make sure to catch one random guy, I just had to make sure it didn't get buried under other things I needed to attend to.

Cherry looked...rapturous. "I can feel it. The power. The magic. I want to test it! Can I rob someone? One of the neighbors maybe? I just want to steal something small and they'll never know." I had to laugh at the bubbly excitement. She stared at me hopefully for a minute, big blue eyes wide with hope, until I finally nodded and she squealed with joy. "Oh thank you daddy! I'll bring you back something nice I promise!" She grabbed me and yanked me down into a quick kiss before taking off out of the room to test her new powers.

Once she was gone I got started on my newest piece of defensive gear. My first decision was what to use. My regalia was great, but it was really noticable. It worked really well for Mammon, but I couldn't use it for anything else. In light of that I was thinking something a bit more innocuous for my new shield item. I started simple. A J ranked vest from a suit that would fit under my clothes and a J ranked iron hauberk from a shitty mass produced set of armor.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Steel weave vest- I rank. A vest with reinforcing metal woven unobtrusively into the silk. Comfortable and stylish as well as highly durable.]

I smiled, that was a good start. Next I took out the shield talisman. It had a ten minute lifespan on it, which didn't work for me, so I set it down on a rechargeable electric car battery, merging the two together. The battery melted into the talisman easily enough.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Lightning ward- H rank. A mystical shield talisman that converts electricity into raw defensive might, the more electricity poured into the talisman the stronger the shield.]

It was perfect. Next up I needed to add some shock absorption to the vest, no pun intended. I didn't really have any materials that would allow that, so I merged together a roll of bubble wrap and some styrofoam packing peanuts, then merged that with the vest.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Shock absorbing steel vest- H rank. A durable and comfortable vest that nullifies impact from a portion of anything that hits it.]

Of course the next step was to merge the ward and vest, and I was pretty sure the shock absorption aspect of things would make it symbolically more compatible.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Electric reactor vest- G rank. A powerful magical tool that turns electricity into raw defensive power, covering the wielder in an imperceptible shield that can nullify impacts.]

I merged together another two vests with hauberks, then merged those into an H ranked version of the vest, followed by creating an H rank shock absorber. I merged those two together to get another G ranked vest, this one shock absorbent only, and merged that with the reactor vest to make something a bit more powerful.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Bulwark of electric force- F rank. A powerful mystical vest that converts electric energy into raw defensive might. Creates an invisible shield that can stop impact or magical energy.]

That didn't sound so much better, but it definitely was. Being able to defend me from magic was fantastic. Now I just had to figure out how to get it up to E rank. I had an idea, but it would be complicated and difficult, not to mention painful. I'd specifically used electricity as a base for the vest because I could generate the stuff now. I could theoretically merge the vest with myself, but I wanted to try to keep my powers focused into one vein. The dragon thing was neat and I wanted to see where it led, and I wasn't keen on branching too hard into the lightning stuff.

In the spirit of that I was going to try to put my powers to use upgrading the thing without merging it into me directly. Luckily I didn't need to. My blood had energizing properties. I went and found a nice gem and some batteries. Merging them all together to create a stone that could store power, then I slit my wrist open and poured a bunch of my blood onto it while focusing lightning into the red liquid.

Rather than let the blood charge it, I initiated a merge between the two. My blood was only G ranked when it wasn't part of me, which made sense, it was just a fraction of my power, but it was enough.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Lifestorm lightning gem- F rank. A powerful mystical energy source made from the blood of a lifestorm wyrm. An endless source of electric power.]

Perfect. Now I only had one more step. I checked my Greed Points. I'd still have twenty thousand after I made my new defensive item. More than enough to avoid the system turning me into a jittery impulsive mess to get points. With one last look between them I initiated the merge of my second E ranked item ever.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Mantle of Raiden- E rank. Protection and power. A bastion of defense against magic or force. A mantle of power rather than of physical substance, once adorned no sign of it's presence remains. Only the bearer can remove the mantle.]

It was...beautiful. A sleek black vest with crystalline blue streaks of lightning imbued gem thread playing across the surface, twisting through the fabric like solid electricity. I slipped it on, and like it said the second it touched my skin it melted into my aura. I could still feel it, surrounding and protecting me, but it would be completely invisible until needed. The best part was I felt it harmonizing with my nature, a synergy between the lightning in me and in the mantle. I wasn't sure exactly what was coming at that party. But I was pretty damn sure this would help.

January 27th 2016 Under Gotham 11:00 AM EDT

The next day saw me out with Zee. We were planning to take a look at the sites to see if she could figure out more about the ritual. We weren't sure what it was for, but it was pretty obviously bad, or at least bad for us. As shitty as Gotham already was I doubted Drench's employer was planning a large scale magical green energy initiative. So we headed back down to a spot near the one I'd first found. Zee seemed excited to be out and about, nearly bouncing with enthusiasm as we headed down into the subway tunnels at the nearest entrance to the spot on the map.

Zee's cute little bomber jacket, tank top, and skinny jeans were too tight and revealing to be practical, but I assumed she had magic to compensate, and I wasn't going to complain about some eye candy. Still, I had to choke back a smile at the fact that she was dressed like a stripper version of Indiana Jones or something. I half expected a fedora and a whip. I was pretty sure I'd have enjoyed that image more.

Still, it was interesting seeing her scramble over downed pillar and squeeze through collapsed tunnel spaces. She'd cast some kind of detection spell to show us the way and she was right there with me, following it without slowing down. "You know, I wouldn't have pegged you as the type to get your hands dirty. Maybe I was jumping to conclusions but you just seem like such a..." I trailed off, thinking of a polite way to say it.

She stopped and turned to raise an eyebrow at me. She had a smudge of dirt on one cheek, and despite the ponytail had to blow a lock of hair from her face to stare me down. "A princess? Poor little rich girl? A delicate little debutante? Hardly. Contrary to most people's opinion, I know how the average person sees me. I come off delicate and feminine and they assume I can't handle myself. The eyes and hair don't help. I look like a china doll. Makes it hard to be taken seriously."

I could understand that. Despite knowing she was 'just one of the guys' I'd imagined Zee as the slutty party girl who would do shots with everyone but make a cute face after. We called them bro hoes in school, and finding out about her love of sucking dick kind of reinforced the image. Despite that she seemed like she could actually hang when we were out doing shit like this, which made me like her a bit more. Still, I wasn't going to say that out l0ud. I wasn't a fucking idiot. "No, just more...upper class. But not in a bad way."

She snickered at that. "You know the whole nice guy thing was a lot more convincing before you shoved your cock down my throat." I raised an eyebrow. "Ok, it wasn't. But you're cute and fun to spend time with and Barbara hates it, so I played along. But give me some credit. I've had this body for a long time. I can tell when a guy wants to fuck me. And your eyes are pretty much glued to my ass every time I turn around."

That was unexpected. "Does that mean I'm wasting my time then? Because if it helps I have fun spending time with you too, though I won't deny I've been interested in you sexually since we met. Does that ruin my shot or something?" She didn't sound bothered by it, but then again I didn't get these goody goody justice types at the best of times. This could be her version of letting me down easy.

She giggled at that. "Oh no I'm definitely going to let you fuck me." Or not. "I just figured we would have an easier time talking if you didn't have to put on the sweet supportive friend act. Not that I don't appreciate it, but it isn't necessary. Just like I don't need to pretend like guzzling your nut doesn't give me a dirty little thrill because you're dating Barbara. I mean don't get me wrong, I did like her when we first met, but honestly that petty bitch really gets on my nerves these days."

That surprised a laugh out of me. "Then...why pretend to be all heartbroken and wistful? Why not just tell her she's an asshole and sever all ties?" This was...interesting. I hadn't expected Zee to be playing the same kinds of games I was. Looking back I could see a bit of it in her behavior, see her playing to the crowd a bit, but she was clearly pretty good at it, since I hadn't caught on at the time.

She shrugged. "Politics. Our...friend group." I noticed she still didn't mention the League. "Is a bit factional. If I go full catfight with Barbara then other people who are close to her will be forced to pick a side. I end up pitting half of our circle of friends against me for nothing. This way though, it's just them sometimes giving her disappointed glances and poor little Zatanna is the trooper who grins and bears it while everyone else talks about how much they wish we would make nice."

That was...fuck that was spot on too. I actually stopped, staring at her in awe. She just gave me a saucy wink. "I was pretty positive you were playing me when you showed up at my show, but on the off chance you were the sweet supportive boyfriend you pretended to be I had to play my part, but you didn't even blink when convincing me to blow you. Game recognizes game you know? So I figured down here in the subterranean heart of the city is a good place to have an up front discussion about it. I mean, I also cast a few silencing spells as we walked, but in general this is a pretty secluded place to talk."

I was amazed, and weirdly kind of turned on. "So...what? You want me to help you usurp her position? Bad talk her to her friends? Support you when she's a bitch to make you look better? What's your endgame here telling me this?" I didn't even play dumb, I was just completely enthralled with hearing what she wanted. She was clearly a cutthroat bitch, and I was dying to see what she would say.

To my dismay she just looked confused. "What? No, I don't need you to do any of that. I'm in a good position. I just figured it might be nice to have someone I could actually be up front with. Most of my friends can be a bit conservative in their views. Hell, I've been feeling you out for a while, dropping little hints and flirting just to see what you were open to and willing to accept. I'm not saying I think you're a bad person or anything, just less...restrictive than most of the people I spend time with."

The disappointment there was strong. She would have been perfect as a tool to convince certain girls on the League to see things my way. Maybe use her to flip Dinah to my way of thinking, but in the end she wasn't really like me. Just manipulative and kind of slutty. But I could work with that. Manipulative and kind of slutty was a great place to start. The Brand would be obvious and way too blunt for changing someone's personality, but I could do it the slow way. I could corrupt Zatanna to my way of thinking, and she could convince some of the other girls.

We started walking again. "So, I guess with all this out in the open I have to ask. Was the think with Dick really a drunken mistake? Or were you just really turned on by the thought of getting one over on her?" I had the feeling it was a bit of both, but if I could get her to admit that it would be a good level to pull the next time I wanted her to do something morally questionable. Which I WOULD. Because I wanted to shape her into something...better.

Zee was the first person I'd met from the League who had the potential to be someone I would consider reasonable. Something about the idea of converting her to my way of thinking, of making her more like me, was so much better than any sexual conquest or ownership could be. Not to mention it would pay dividends in the future if I could get her to help me talk sense into Dinah.

She bit her lip. "It wasn't...like a plan or anything. We were watching a movie together, like we used to, and I shifted around to get comfy, and I felt him get hard against my ass. And I just felt...annoyed. He was my boyfriend. My first boyfriend. And she took him away from me. Sure she's smart and good at fighting, but she's so...plain. I have a better body, I'm prettier, I can do MAGIC, and he picked her over me. I didn't want him back or anything, I was over that a long time ago. I just wanted..." Her voice got a bit quiet, kind of ashamed. "I wanted to prove I could do it. That he would let me."

I knew it. I stepped over and stopped her, pulling her back and then lifting her chin so she could look at me. "Hey. No judgement. Just us down here. I don't mind it. Honestly it's kind of hot." She looked confused, and I very carefully worded the next part. "You broke the two of them up, and freed Barbie up for me, so I can hardly complain, I don't know who Dick is so I don't care much about his side of things but I got lucky. You did me a huge favor."

I had to walk a delicate line there. I wanted to praise her because doing what she wanted and not worrying about other people was good. I wanted her to do that more. But I also wanted her to feel like it hadn't gotten her what she wanted, namely me. She was going to be jealous about me being with Barbie and eager to earn my affection, and the combination should make her more open to crossing certain lines for me.

She looked conflicted about the whole thing, which was what I was aiming for in the first place, and she continued to be distracted as we arrived at the ritual site. She gave the runes a once over, but despite looking at them it was clear she was...distracted. She was clearly thinking more about me and what I'd said. Eventually she managed to focus, forcing herself to process the magic and really dig into how it worked. She cast spell after spell, trying to identify small bits of the runic script and doing calculations

Despite that, after a few minutes she shook her head. "Same thing I saw before. It's for changing leyline directions, but the spots are just...random. I can see the direction it's going from here but I'll need to actually study each ritual to make note of that before I can figure out what the purpose is." She sounded annoyed and frustrated. "That was a complete waste of time."

I stepped up behind her, grinning and pulled her against me reaching up to palm one of her fat tits. She moaned a bit and wiggled her ass back against me. "I wouldn't say a complete waste. After all, you used up so much power. Now I have to fill you back up. I believe someone mentioned something about definitely fucking me? Because we still need to test which hole absorbs that magic better, and I have two more to try out." I slipped a hand into her jeans relishing the feel of skin when noting her lack of panties. I slipped two fingers into her wet pussy and she moaned. Mental corruption aside, I wasn't an idiot. I was definitely going to use this pussy. Just a perk of being me.