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January 27th 2016 Under Gotham 11:00 AM EDT

She wanted to fuck, bad, but I wasn't going to let her. Not yet. Not until I was ready. I grabbed her in a loose chokehold and knuckled her soaking pussy, yanking her fat ass against me as I finger fucked her. She mewled with need, rubbing her knees together but I yanked her back against me. "You didn't wear panties." I slipped in another finger and she grunted as my fingers stretched her. "You expecting me to just take what I wanted today Zatanna?" I rubbed my thumb over her clit before stroking it up and around her smooth cunt. "You even shaved for me."

She moaned but wiggled her ass. "I never wear panties. And I always shave." She grabbed my wrist, fucking herself on my fingers. "Want to know something funny? You could have done this any time after our first lunch. I wouldn't have fucked you but I wanted you to touch my cunt. I'd have just sat there and took it, no matter where we were when it happened. I was disappointed you didn't even look at my bare pussy at our dinner. I had my legs spread for you under the table. I wanted you to look. I did say you were getting some eye candy."

Her pussy was fucking molten, wet and squelching and gripping on my fingers. I could have fucked her, but having her like this, ass to my cock, with my arm around her neck was so fucking hot I couldn't stand it. I added a third finger and she whined. "Why didn't you tell me to finger your cunt then, why just tease like a little slut?" I growled in her ear so low I think I might have given away the fact that I was a wyrmkin if she didn't know.

She shuddered, ass clenching against me. "I wanted you to take it. To slide your fingers in my twat without me asking. Wanted you to just fucking grab me. Offering to her boyfriends isn't the same, I want to tease you until you take it. I want you to steal my fucking pussy. You'd rather just use me like a toy than take what that bitch was offering. I won't tell you to fuck me. I already said I would fuck you eventually, and that's the closest you'll get. So you better just fucking do it or let me go."

I yanked her pants down as I let go of her neck I had to wriggle and pull to get that fat jiggly ass meat out of her jeans without tearing them, and the sight of her dripping cunt hanging out of her pants with her bare ass hanging out drove me to distraction. I fumbled at my own belt, letting me cock flop out to land with a smack between her fat ass cheeks. I slapped one, the other hand finding her hair. She groaned. "You like that dick bitch? Beg me to fuck you. Ask me to use that hot little pussy."

She cackled, reaching down between her legs to fondle my balls. "Take it if you're man enough. You aren't getting and invite, invade that pussy. Prove that even unwilling I'm hotter than that ginger whore." I grunted in anger, pulled back, and shoved my cock balls deep up her wet needy pussy. I'd loosened her up with a few fingers first, so it wasn't the tightest I've ever had, but it was fucking wet and hot as hell I slapped her ass again with a groan, and she shuddered with ecstasy. "FUUCK that's a fat cock. Don't you fucking shove it in again you asshole. Don't you use my fucking pussy anymore."

Despite her growls she continued fondling my balls shoving her hips back at me. This whole 'I won't admit I want it game was pretty hot, so I grabbed her hips and just went to town. She howled with glee. "You fucking bastard, you're in my fucking guts so deep. Is this what you do instead of fucking your girlfriend? Take some cheating pussy like a fucking animal. You're fucking sick. You think just because I'm better than her you can just fucking use me like this. How long have you been planning to take this pussy?"

I could see what her game was and what she wanted to hear, so I slapped her ass again. "You'll take this dick and like it bitch, you think I wouldn't want some fucking flavor after all that boring ginger cunt. I've been hungry for good pussy slut, and I'm having fucking italian tonight." I felt her pussy fucking flood at that statement, and I used the increased lubrication to speed up, shoving myself into her harder.

I felt every inch of her cunt roll over me like a condom, up and down my dick, and she just fucking took it. I noticed she like the whole implied nonconsent thing, cnc I think it was called, but she never said anything about the side or me being too rough. She was into the play but she wanted me to know she could take my dick just as well as Barbie. I decided to pivot a bit. "Fuck, you act like you don't want it but your pussy says different, I guess you're too much of a little bitch to take dick like my girlfriend does."

She froze up for a second, then she snarled and started hurling herself back at me. I'd expected some sort of mewling speech about how she could do just as good, but Zee was furious. "Does this feel like bitch pussy? You've never had a cunt this good, I'm going to choke your sick fucking cock off with this premium hero pussy and put you in your fucking place you disgusting fuck." She backed into me, and I was curious where this was going so I let her shove me back a few times.

When my back hit the wall she planted her feet to either side and started slamming her hips and down. She was squealing in glee and anger. "How's that fucked, you like the feel of this little bitch? Is that good bitch pussy? Am I taking your sick fucking cock now? Fuck you wish you could get pussy this good at home, your redheaded cunt will never feel like me, enjoy this fucking grade A twat you bastard, ride the little bitch until I milk your fat fucking nuts." She slammed her pussy up and down my cock over and over, and every shove got me as deep as I could go and worked wet gripping pussy over my dick.

She was fucking twerking on my cock, feet spread wide apart and hips bouncing as she leaned down to put her hands on the floor for leverage. I hadn't known she did yoga, but she was in the wide legged forward bend except it was mixed with the raunchiest porn star twerk I'd ever seen. Her bounding ass cheeks were hypnotic, and I slapped them when they came into range just to enjoy the jiggle and the clench in her pussy. "Fuck, you little whore, you talk about me taking this pussy but what kind of cock hungry bimbo learns to fuck like this. You're a desperate little skank deep down."

She bounced her ass harder. "You fucking wish. You think I'm enjoying this? This is all big dicked thugs like you understand. I have to conquer this fat cock with my tight fucking hero pussy, gotta ride you into fucking submission like the animal you are. Sick bastards like you won't respect a woman you fuck unless she takes your fucking nut from you. I'm gonna steal the load in your fat fucking balls, steal it from you and your readhead bitch girlfriend, little cunt just probably lays there and takes this dick like a helpless little victim, you've got to fucking fight this pussy."

She seemed to be kind of drifting between the victim and hero roles, it wasn't super coherent but it was pretty hot. I could imagine she didn't get this particular itch scratched often. This whole cnc thing was obviously a niche interest not many of her hero pals would share, and she was working it for all it was worth, but she was starting to lose steam. I could let her ride it out, take my load and just enjoy the roleplay, or I could help her take it to the next level. Add some realism to things. Nothing genuinely against her will, but a bit of a...surprise.

I yanked my cock out, shifted direction a bit, and shoved it balls deep into her asshole. Her knees went out and we staggered forward, with her hands down she didn't as much fall as slide down, but at the end she was on her stomach on the ground eyes wide in shock as I lay on top of her. I was touching her desires but I didn't tweak them, just tasted them so I could make sure to finish her the right way. "Holy SHIT! That's...oh fuck Nicky that's too big, pull it out oh gods its tearing me in two."

I reach down to fondle her pussy, fingering her well fucked hole. She groaned and her vice like ass tightened around me. I'd been wet enough from the sex not to actually have much resistance, but I had a big dick, and Zee had a very small ass. Despite her bowling ball sized ass cheeks that dumptruck booty was tighter than a drum. I could feel in her desires she didn't want me to stop, the helplessness and shock driving her crazy. "What happened to that tough little bitch from before? Weren't you going to conquer my dick with that pussy? What about your asshole? You wave those fat cheeks around enough, there better be something special about them. So far Barbie has you beat."

Her head snapped up, glare coming back. " You think that little whore's used up little pancake butt is as good as this fat ass?" She slapped a cheek. "Your pathetic dick must not be up to enjoying and ass like mine, get out of my ass and go home to fuck your little slut." She didn't want that of course, she wanted me to nut in her. She wanted to prove her asshole was better. "Or are you ready to put in some effort. Because I have some fat fucking booty cushion for you to bounce those hips off of if you want to really get up in my guts."

Her cunt was sopping under my fingers. I started fucking her, pounding into her molten asshole harder than she'd been taking my dick in her pussy. She grunted with every shove, but she was a fucking trooper, a superheroic buttslut who had been through worse. I pressed on her desires, triggering her senses to enhance the pleasure. I was going to make this little bitch cum when I did, I was about to finish, this whole thing was hot as fuck, and I wanted to dump my cum in her asshole so badly I could taste it, but I had to taunt her a bit first, she needed it to push her over. "For a good little Catholic school girl you sure do moan for it when a man shoves his dick up you ass. Don't you know sodomy is a sin?"

Her desires shuddered and she howled. "You took it! I didn't let you have my butt it's not my fault, you ruined me! Fuck I'm such a bad girl I'm so close and it's from my butt. You did this! You and your big fat thuggish cock. You broke me, you ruined my little asshole and made me a sick little anal whore. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, my fucking butt is cumming, FUCK, I'M SORRY DADDY I'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL!"

Her pussy fucking fountained cum as she squealed and bucked. I thought for a second she was going to be another addition to the whole daddy kink club, until I realized she was literally apologizing to her catholic dad because I made her orgasm from her ass. I groaned as I emptied my balls into that dumptruck booty and she slumped to the ground. I gave on of her fat cheeks a sharp slap as I pulled out of her, zipping up my pants. I could go again but I suspected she would want a break. I didn't get a notification, so I didn't own her yet, but I was pretty sure I'd have lots of fun changing that in the future.

January 27th 2016 Under Gotham 12:00 PM EDT

Zee was so jittery from the supercharged cum I'd dumped up her ass she was twitching like a junkie on a caffeine high, and as much fun as the sex was, I didn't feel like listening to her jittery, too fast voice change topics three times a sentence. I made a mental note that apparently taking magic cum up the ass made people like Zee lose it. I guessed it was like the Homo Magi version of butt chugging. My appraisal confirmed it easily enough.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Zatanna Zatara- D ranked Homo Magi. A powerful sorceress with an unquenchable thirst for magical knowledge. Zatanna is willing to do basically whatever is necessary to delve further into the mystic arts. Currently intoxicated by the power granting effects of lifestorm wyrmkin semen, this Homo Magi is capable of incredible feats of spellwork and the ability to tap into massive reserves of magical power.]

I was pretty fucking shocked pretty little Zee was a fucking D ranker. I'd just been seeing all sorts of terrifyingly strong people lately. Still, it wasn't an insurmountable gap. Zee's power was all mystical, and physically she wasn't any stronger than a normal person. I could still fuck her into submission when it was time, but I really did want to try to corrupt her first. I decided any progress I made when she was cum drunk would be a waste of time though, so I let her wander off to do more tests while I headed off on my own.

Since I lacked the magical skills to understand literally any of what was going on with the ritual nonsense I couldn't keep going, but I wanted to try checking out the site of that first ritual again. I was pretty sure if I messed with it someone would show up to check what was happening, and without Zee there to play nice for I could kick the shit out of them and take them hostage for info. Drench was supposed to be this big bad's go to guy, and he was F ranked like I was, so I should be able to handle any random thug that came to check on things.

I retraced my steps from the entrance to the market easily enough, finding my way along with my perfect memory to the spot where the symbols were engraved on the stone. Once I got there I grabbed a piece of rebar and smashed it into the rock where the sigils were resting, expecting to fuck up the spell easily enough by breaking the material it was cast on with a big piece of metal.

Contrary to my opinion though when I brought the rebar down on the stone the entire fucking array of symbols just...shifted slightly. It literally moved out of the fucking way. I stared down at it in annoyance. That...that was bullshit. Magic was bullshit. But it was fine, I just had to figure out some other way to break it. I needed advice. I could have called Zee, but I suspected I'd get a migraine from listening to her talk right now, so I consulted a source a little closer to home. "Hey, Crassus, any idea how I can wreck this spell?"

[I mean, I wasn't much of a magic user, I had people who did that for me, but I can probably think of a few things that could mess it up. Destroying spellwork is easier than making it obviously. The easiest possible answer isn't complicated though. Tear it apart with your claws. Your new lightning shield ability can interface with magic.]

I blinked. That was true. I forgot about that. I guessed wyrmkin claws were the kind of magical nonsense that would fuck up spells too. I shifted my hands, getting ready to tear into the stone, but I paused before making the actual attack. "While I have you, do you think this is a good idea? Because I'm having second thoughts about wrecking a super powered magic ritual to attract the attention of a mysterious force behind it. It seems like it might be risky. Any advice on how to proceed?"

[You're asking for my advice? That's a new one. I approve. Well, I don't think the core concept is too foolish. You've considered the power level of the force in question, or at least who they're likely to send, but I do think you're going about it wrong. My suggestion is to put on your mask and regalia. Your Mantle of Raiden is powerful, but it isn't invincible. An extra layer of security is always a smart call, not to mention the anonymity of your mask.]

He had a point. Not only that, but the masks secret keeping abilities would make it more feasible for me to wreck the thing and hide to scope out whoever came. I didn't have to wait out here like a dip shit and leave myself open to attack. I could scope out whoever came to check and see if they were an enemy I could handle. Then assuming I was strong enough I could just jump the bastards. Worst case I had the Babylon Candle for escaping, though I hoped I wouldn't have to waste the damn thing.

So I headed back up to my car, busted out my Mammon gear, and once I was wearing my mask and regalia I made my way back down to the magic site and popped my claws, tearing through the stone with one swing. I expected it to be easy, but there were sparks of electricity as they made contact, and I had to struggle a bit to tear through the magic holding the ritual together. Interfacing with magic let me attack the thing, but I had to actually have the strength to tear it apart. Luckily this was a small ritual and it was easy enough to break with some effort, but I'd have to watch the power level of spells I tried to take apart in the future.

Once I saw the red flash of the spell coming apart and the suddenly once again burning symbols flaked away into a puff of ash, I darted off to the side of the tunnel to step into the shadows, focusing on the Plutonic Veil and it's ability to conceal the secret of my identity. I pushed a bit, trying to conceal my entire presence, and I felt a drain as the mask was able to funnel some of my dense life energy into magical power, using the item itself as a focus to work my will.

It wasn't fool proof. I could feel that. It was only G ranked, and the effect was more one of obfuscation than concealment. If they were looking for me they would find me, but they wouldn't notice me otherwise. Hopefully they would take the lack of people for granted when they didn't see anyone on arrival. To help the magic of the Veil along I stood motionless, doing my best to blend into the shadows as I waited for someone to show up and take a look at the ritual I'd busted.

I stood motionless for what felt like hours. I knew realistically it was much less time, but the human body isn't really designed to remain absolutely statue still for long periods of time. It was probably closer to thirty minutes before I heard the sound of someone coming down the tunnel. A light flicked over the space around me, missing me by virtue of my mask's ability. Once it passed above me I hear a curse. "Damn it. I told you we took too long getting here. They're gone. Now we don't even get to kick some ass for the inconvenience."

A man stepped into view. Well, I say a man, but a male would be more accurate. A male demon to be exact. Or at least someone who looked like one. I knew better than anyone that looking like something didn't make you that thing. Sure, he was red, and had horns, and smelled of brimstone, and his eyes appeared to be flickering with fire, but there were plenty of explanations for that. I appraised him.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. John "Jack" Cassidy- G ranked Demonkin. A hardened criminal empowered by the Arch-Demon Neron, John Cassidy, who goes by the name "Jack of Fire", is a dangerous pyrokinetic magic user who is often an enemy of the magic based hero team known as the Shadowpact. Currently in service the mysterious entity employing Ivan Drench along with the rest of his team, Pentacle.]

I winced. Well, shit. Demons were a thing apparently. Hopefully if there was an actual Mammon he wasn't an "arch-demon" whatever the fuck that was. I didn't know what a title like that implied, but I was pretty sure it didn't belong to anything I was eager to fuck with. A second voice caught my attention. A pretty female voice specifically. "Yeah, well, you don't always get what you want. He said he wanted us to fix the break in the ritual layout, so we fix it. Maybe next time you dumb assholes decide to wake a primordial mystical evil you'll listen to me when I say it's a bad idea." A pretty redhead in a tight red dress stepped past him, half of her face covered in a white ivory mask. I appraised her too, just for good measure.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Strega- G ranked sorceress. A skilled and ruthless neophyte sorceress who dabbles in curses and necromancy, Strega has long since renounced her birth name, selling it to dark entities to enhance her abilities. Notably older than she appears, Strega is the resident blood magic expert of Pentacle, and a wanted killer with a taste for human sacrifice.]

Interesting. Another magic user. I didn't note a mention of the employer they were talking about,but then again, that wasn't exactly necessary given that the first appraisal noted Pentacle as a whole were serving whoever this big bad was. I was also starting to get really pissed off about the fact that I couldn't get a name for whatever this thing was. My only real guess was that things that were powerful enough needed to be appraised directly to get details on them, which was it's own kind of worrying.

Strega, who had a pair of very jiggly milky white tits absolutely spilling out of the front of that low cut dress leaned forward, giving me an unintentional eyeful of big fat magical jugs. I didn't know why female magic users were all so stacked, but I made a mental note to try and make inroads in the mystical community. I was an ass man first and foremost, but I had nothing at all against a nice fat pair of milkers. She started scrawling symbols on the ground on a new spot, clearly not bothering to recast in exactly the same place, though she was definitely trying to get close.

Jack of Fire glanced around in obvious annoyance. "Do you think he's watching us right now? I feel like I would notice, but with someone like him it's so hard to say for sure. Fuck! I hate admitting when you're right, but we really fucked up with that ritual. Who knew he would press us into service. This is bullshit. We're elite criminals not a fucking city restoration committee." He kicked a rock, hissing in annoyance.

Strega finished her ritual and stood up. "Agreed. But he has us over a barrel. Luckily it's a figurative barrel this time. I have a demon brand on my left ass cheek to prove that sometimes they're a bit more literal." She brushed off her red gloves. "And I wouldn't worry. He has better things to do than watch nobodies like us. If we decided to disobey he wouldn't need more than a passing thought to end us. Now, since we finished up the job lets get out of here. I need a fucking drink." She turned and headed off down the tunnel.

I waited until they were gone before moving, tracking them back down the tunnel as I pulled out my phone. Knowing they were out of earshot I dialed a number, and when Jade picked up I smiled into the phone. "Well hello there kitten. How have you been lately? I had some questions about a villainess who runs in Gotham circles and I thought my pretty kitty might have a decent idea where I could find her." I wanted to check in with Jade anyway. I didn't have time to convert her more thoroughly during all this though, so all I said was. "Text me anything you can find on a woman named Strega." I had information to get on this big boss, and I was curious what a demon brand looked like anyway.

January 27th 2016 Midnite Club 8:00 PM EDT

It took Jade all day to track down Strega. Apparently the evil red clad serial murderess was more subtle about what she did than how she dressed. Eventually though, I got directed to a bar in New York. Luckily Gotham was pretty close, so I was able to make the drive in just an hour or so, and I finally arrived at Papa Midnite's clubs at around eight PM. As I pulled up outside I made sure my mask and regalia were straight. I was going into this place as a villain, so I needed to look my best, not that it was hard.

I'd considered a few methods of getting Strega's attention. Blackmail, extortion, recon, but in the end none of those ideas appealed to me. Even if I was trying to build myself a better profile, there was really only one way to handle a slutty redheaded psycho with big jiggly tits. I was going to fuck her. It wouldn't be a tough sell I was guessing, supervillainesses were notoriously either ice cold or kind of slutty, and I wouldn't call anyone who put her sweater puppies on display like that frigid.

Plus, I just looked fucking great. She would probably accept and then try to use me as a sacrifice or something, but once I was finished with her she'd be so desperate for my attention she'd be willing to shine my shoes with her pussy. Still, if I was too obvious about it I'd fuck up Mammon's rep, so I would slow play. Make some connections, meet some other villains, and just generally get my name out there. Once I was just another face in the bar I'd work on getting a piece of that masked ass.

I strolled up casually to the front of the surprisingly ratty club and walked down a set of steps into a recessed alcove below street level. A goth looking guy with thick eyeliner was sitting on a stool looking bored, and the man across from him was staring at the back of a card like he was trying to look through it. "Fish on a bicycle." Goth guy nodded and flipped the card, revealing the image the other man had predicted, then rapped out a few beats on the dingy metal security door.

It opened and the man went in, and I walked up to take his place. Goth guy looked bored and held up another card. I appraised it and responded. "Monkey with an accordion." He paused, looking surprised, and raised an eyebrow at me. Before nodding. He banged on the door but I had to stop and ask. "Ok, seriously. Why the cards? Like I get it's supposed to be some psychic power magical potential thing, but you guys don't gave like a magical geiger counter or something?"

He gave me a bland smile and pulled out a small wand that was sitting inside the podium he was standing next to. He showed it to me, revealing the series of runes along it's length, ten in total, four of which were lit. I snorted. "Your boss is an asshole." The silent man just grinned and shrugged, sliding the wand back into the podium and pulling out a book that he opened to a seemingly random page. I shook my head in amusement as I stepped into the open door, ignoring how it suddenly closed behind me with zero warning.

The inside of the club was...loud. Loud and weirdly lit. All the lights were red and annoying, presumable to hide all the blood. There were some real monsters in this place, vampires, demons, angels, all doing whatever came naturally. Feeding and gambling and whatever else their weaselly black hearts desired. I had to admit, I liked the place. It was my style. Chaotic Neutral at it's absolute finest.

I'd called Zee one the drive up, and she'd come down enough to give me the skinny on this place. Papa Midnite was an old school witch doctor. A Vodun practitioner who, as they said in their parlance 'served with both hands' which meant he did a little bit of everything. Way back in the day he made his money taking jobs for either side, accruing just enough good will among the various powers with he reputation for keeping contracts to cash it all in opening this club.

Midnite's was neutral territory. A meeting place supported by forces or dark and light and defended by it's owner. Good and evil were just words here. People did what they wanted, and unless they started trouble Midnite didn't care. The whole place made me nervous. I'd only just found out demons were real, and there were like six cambion in this fucking bar. Not to mention a few legit angel spawn, which I hadn't known was even a thing. Still, the one good thing about Midnite's was that since everyone was so scary, no one was. I blended right in.

I'd asked Zee why the hell Strega (who Zee apparently did NOT get along with) would drive up here just to get a drink, and the answer was pretty straightforward. As neutral territory Midnite's was protected from almost every kind of observation and scrying magic by both spells and literal divine mandates. This place was locked up tighter than a catholic confessional when it came to eavesdropping, so clearly Strega wanted some time away from possible watchers. Made me kind of doubt her insistence her boss hadn't been watching. Fingers crossed my mask's ability held up.

I scanned the bar slowly, looking for anyone I recognized to start a chat with. I still wanted to make sure and blend before I approached Strega. I scanned the room, noting several people I'd heard of but never met. Felix Faust, Saturna, Black Alice. The place was a whose who of magic villains. People I'd heard of from their forays into more mundane supercrime, but definite household names. I also noticed a shockingly pale girl with a red gem on her forehead and a cape sitting an reading. Some comparison to the hooker I'd fucked convinced me this must be Raven. Obviously my first move was appraising her.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Raven Roth-B ranked demonkin. The only earthbound daughter of the interdimensional conqueror Trigon, Raven is a powerful sorceress and extremely paranoid. Due to her fathers nature her abilities react unpredictably to strong emotion. Raven practices several emotion suppressing forms of meditation to prevent slippage. Warning, this soul is owned, attempts to mark it, while successful, may enrage to wronged party.]

I tried to estimate how powerful something had to be for it to have kids at B rank. Considering it had called him an interdimensional conqueror I was guessing very. I also wasn't likely to manage to fuck her, given her extreme aversion to feeling things or going out of control, and even if I did using my desire manipulation on her was likely to have seriously complicated repercussions when it disturbed her emotions. All in all, this girl was basically custom made for someone like me not to fuck with.

So naturally I sat down across the table from her without hesitation. I wouldn't be fucking her today, but I was sure given enough time I could figure out how to cleanse some of that demonic taint away enough to get my hooks in her. Until then, I'd at least try to get myself ingratiated with her. She was fucking B rank, so even if she didn't let me fuck her I was sure she would be plenty useful. "Hi there, nice to meet you. I go by Mammon, but it's just a name, I'm not an actual demon, despite my devilish good looks."

She raised an eyebrow at me, and I literally couldn't calculate the amount of scorn in that expression. It was actually kind of hot. "I'm not interested. Maybe try those succubi twins at the next table. I imagine they would appreciate your...abundant stamina." She could clearly sense my dense life energy, which was interesting, but she just as clearly had no interest. This wasn't Zee. Raven didn't NEED more power. She needed less. Regardless, after having said her piece she went back to her book.

I waved that off. "I'm not here to try to sleep with you, I have someone else in mind for my evening's entertainment. You just seem like the kind of person I'd like to get to know." I decided to take a chance and bullshit a bit. "After all I know quite a bit about cleansing demonic aura. Yours is pretty thick, but given enough time I'm pretty sure I can purge it from you. I wonder what that would be worth to you?" I assumed she would think I was bullshitting, but I wasn't EVENTUALLY I was sure I could purge her. It would just take time.

She snorted. "Nice try. You'd have had a better shot just offering to pay me off. Wouldn't be the first time I've listened to bullshit for money. I don't talk to charlatans though, and anyone who claims they can purge me of demonic taint can't be anything else. So why don't you move along before I stop being so pleasant." Her voice was hard, and I'm pretty sure I'd offended her by even offering.

Not wanting to piss off someone that strong I put my hands up defensively. "Whoa, don't shoot. Just thought I'd offer, I'm going. If you want to take me up on the offer get in contact with the Penguin in Gotham. He knows how to get in touch with me." I stood up and strolled away. I'd planted a seed, and more than that wouldn't do me any good right now. I wasn't in a position to actually purge her, and I wouldn't be for a while. It would take something seriously powerful to pull off that kind of purification, and I didn't have the points for something like that yet.

I left her with the knowledge that I knew Penguin well enough to use him as an answering service, which would give me some credibility. Past that I'd need to let word of mouth do my work for me. Then I headed over to sit down next to Strega at the bar. I ordered a drink then looked over at her. "I like the mask. Apparently we have very similar taste in facewear." She stopped, turning her head to look at me. She took in my mask, then my coat, then my size, and finally my body. I pushed her desire for me up a few notches, just to move things along.

She was clearly impressed with what she saw, because she leaned in close with a pout. "Should I be offended you're looking at my face? Most men are usually drawn to...other parts of ensemble." She put a hand on my arm, purring a bit as she felt the muscle. "I'd introduce myself, but I don't think we need any names. I've been stressed and looking for a fun time. You seem VERY fun." I was pretty sure she was planning to kill me and use me to fuel some sort of ritual, but hey, it was an easy in.

I wound my arm around to put it behind her, grabbing her hip and pulling her closer. "I like women who are forward. What's say we take this back to your place?" I assumed she was planning to try to sacrifice me after we had sex, and offering to go into her territory would make it an even more enticing offer. I shoved my way into her desires, fucking with her inhibitions and making the offer too enticing to resist, but contrary to my expectations she didn't seem to be receptive to that offer.

She shook her head. "No, I have other things to do before I got home. Besides." She squeezed my bicep. "I don't feel like waiting. So here's how this is going to work. I've been stressed lately, so I'm going to get up and walk into the back hallway, and then you're going to follow me in there and fuck me stupid. If you're good I might give you my number and you might get a second shot." Then she stood up, turned and sauntered away, hips swaying. I was just stuck there, trying to figure out if she was really slutty or if I just pushed really hard. I shrugged internally. Either way I got what I wanted. Guess I had to go break in another crazy redhead. I was beginning to wonder if I had a type.

January 27th 2016 Midnite Club 8:30 PM EDT

I tried to get my hooks in deeper with Strega as I followed her back, but while I could do some basic monkeying with her desires she seemed to have some natural resistance to deeper changes. Which put me in a bit of a pickle, because aside from adding in a bit of extra interest in me, it meant I couldn't tamp down on her desires at all only build them up, and her particular kink wasn't usually my kind of thing.

But hey, fucking is fucking, and if I had to let her talk shit a little while I bounced her on my dick. It was probably some sort of universal pay back for all the girls I'd fucked with daddy issues, but I played my part when Strega grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, slamming against the wall and licking my neck. She ground against me, enjoying the feel of my dick through my pants, before cooing. "Oh you're so big aren't you baby. I love big boys. They love me too, especially my breasts. I saw you staring even through that mask. You want to touch mommy's big fat breasts?"

My head was tilted back by her hair pulling (because I'd let her, not because she was particularly strong) so she didn't see my eye roll, but hell I'd played daddy enough times for Barbie and Cherry, if Strega wanted to be my mommy I'd oblige her. If I could get her worked up enough to lower her defenses I should be able to overload her with desire and question her more thoroughly. But just because I was letting her play her game didn't mean I'd let her be in charge. I grabbed one fat tit, squeezing it, and dragging out a gasp from her.

Her desire pulsed a bit, and it became obvious to me that she was a switch. I mauled her tit, squeezing harder than I would have normally, and she moaned. "Gods baby, you're so rough with me. All you had to do was ask." She slipped her dress over her shoulders, baring her tits to me. "Be gentle with them baby, mommy is so sensitive." Her desires pretty much said the opposite, se I yanked my head out of her grip, dipped it down and latched onto a nipple, biting down. She squirmed as I groped her ass (which I noted absently DID have some kind of symbol on it to my consternation) pulling her against me.

She groaned, yanking my head closer to her chest. "Fuck, you bastard. You're so bad. I knew it when I heard your voice. You're a big boy but I can hear how young you are. Teen stud wants a taste of mommy. You like those fat tits don't you baby? I couldn't believe my luck. I haven't had a young stud in ages. They never last long, but I love letting them ruin me before we part ways. You gonna ruin me baby? Going to fuck mommy until I forget my name?"

I was literally almost distracted by how fucked up that was. This bitch seduced younger guys because they had more life force, then fucked them as a power trip and killed them in blood rituals. I had zero compunctions about mindbreaking the shit out of her. I didn't feel the need for more foreplay, I reached down, unbuttoned my pants, yanked her dress up and dropped her on my dick. She squealed at the intrusion. "FUCK baby yes! This is what good boys do to mommy. I can feel that young fat dick stretching me. So vital."

I was betting at least some of that feeling was lifrstorm pre-cum, but I wasn't going to tell her that. Still, I did enjoy being inside her. Every pussy I'd been in felt different. It was easier to tell when you had perfect recall, but they weren't ever exactly the same, and Strega cunt was a man eater. It was hungry and slurping and squeezing. She fucking wanted my nut, and it felt pretty fantastic. I pulled back, lined up and shoved back in, taking up a steady pace as I pounded her into the fucking wall.

Those fat milf tits were bouncing so good, and some part of my force my eyes to lock onto her right tit where I'd left my teeth marks. I shoved my cock in harder. I'd marked this bitch, not with a brand but like an animal, she was my fucking prey and I was going to nut this whore like she needed until she forgot every word in the english language but my name. Her cunt was so soaked I could hear the squelching as I shoved myself into her, and the hot friction of her pussy over every inch of my cock was mindblowing.

It wasn't just the sex, I had plenty of that. I could take or leave the giggling redhead begging me to 'give mommy that beefy teen cock', but as I sunk my teeth into her other tit and bit down her cunt spasmed on me and I knew what it was. I was dominating this bitch. The animal in me wanted me to fuck her into submission rut this slut into a whimpering wreck, and I could actually do it. I didn't like her, I didn't have to worry about her friends or team, she was going to be my bitch.

I fucked into her harder and she grunted. "Fuck, I, ok baby slow down a bit. That's too much for me, fuck wait, you can fuck me as hard as you want just let me adjust." Her desires made it clear she wasn't actually sure about wanting that, so I ignored it, pinning her to the wall by her throat and going harder. I didn't stop her from talking, just grabbed her tight enough to show her who was boss. She groaned in excitement. "Fuck, maybe just a bit more of this. You can go like this a bit longer since you're having such a good time."

I slapped one of her tits and her eyes fluttered, she whined. "Why are you being so mean?" She kept shoving her hips into me as she said it, clearly wanting more. "Is it because I'm bad? Am I a bad mommy? Fuck your bad mommy! Punish my dirty pussy!" So I did. I fucked her harder, driving into her deeper and faster. I was pretty sure a human shouldn't even be able to take sex like this, I was guessing whatever kept her young toughened her up because I hadn't had a chance to really pound into a woman like this before but she was eating it up.

I slapped her other tit, hard enough to get her attention. "Shut up." She did, staring at me wide eyed. Her pussy was flooding as she just lay there against the wall and took my dick. "Your thing isn't doing it for me. You aren't my mommy, you're my whore. In fact, whore is your name now. You're going to take this dick until I'm done and then you're going to fuck off until I want seconds. Or I could just let drop you on the floor and leave you here to find some other young stud to fuck you?" I doubted that would happen considering I'd been pushing on her desires to increase pleasure while we fucked.

She whined. "No! No, don't stop. So good in my pussy. More, please." I slowed down, not stopping but making it obvious I wasn't happy with her answer. She whined again. "Please more sir. More dick for your whore." She wasn't really giving in exactly. She obviously didn't intend to be more submissive to me outside sex and was saying what she needed to fuck me more, but what she didn't know was that the more she gave in the more her subconscious protections came down, and the more I could manipulate her desire.

I turned up her sensitivity as we fucked, and I felt the increase in sensation in her pussy. The way it gripped me and slipped down my cock, the submissive part of her loved it, reveled in being pinned against the wall and fucked. I grinned as something occurred to me. "How about we play a game, whore, when I nut in you, I bet it'll be the best creampie you've ever had. If it is, your ass will belong to me. Or I could just pull out and come on those fat tits. What is it gonna be?"

Her head was thrashing back and forth. "Please, please finish inside. My pussy is on fire, it's so hot, I need your fat cock to put it out, empty your balls in me please? If it's that good you can have me, just let me feel that fucking cum splatter my insides, paint fucking pussy, creampie me please!" Got it. I'd known she would go for it. I'd been using the opening in her defenses to lay down a hardcore creampie fetish, on top of how good it was feeling I knew she couldn't resist.

As for agreeing to be mine? She probably thought it was all bullshit, but she also kind of didn't care. She had nothing to lose, so betting her pussy on big messy orgasm wasn't even a blip on her radar. She probably figured her boss would protect her, or he was just shitty enough that she was hoping he wouldn't, but regardless I wasn't worried about her not loving my cum.

Every part of Strega was fucking thirsting for life force, for vitality, and I had plenty of that to give. She giggled as I fucked her. "Fuck you're going so hard, you're ruining it, ruining my pretty pussy with your fat beefy dick. I can't even feel my legs, I can't feel anything but my fucking cunt. It's exploding, it feels so fucking good. You're building the fire baby, just put it out with that thick fucking cum. Do it. Feed my hungry pussy. Drown me with that hot sticky fucking load baby, fill me to the brim."

Strega was pretty fucking good at dirty talk, and she had a great voice for it. A low sexual purr currently flooded with frantic need and desperation. I was getting close too. Her pussy was good, and I was about to claim this bitch for good. Once that was done I could question her about her boss, and then possibly have her clean my cock off with her mouth because gods did she have a messy cunt. It felt great but it was the sloppiest, wettest, creamiest pussy I'd ever been in, this bitch was going to have to pay for my drycleaning, because her sloppy cunt was about to ruin my pants.

Apparently my regalia didn't prevent stains during sex. Good to know for the future. She reached down to fondle my nuts. "Give it to me baby, give me that cum. Hose me down inside." She was giggling and blushing and her eyes were out of focus and hazy with lust. Her fondling was fantastic. The woman knew how to handle a pair of balls. She was working them perfectly, clearly trying to build up a load, and that was the last of what I needed to finish.

With a low roar I smashed her back hard into the wall and released my cum, blasting rope after rope of cum into the depths of her pussy. I saw her red eyes blaze up green as she threw her head back and screamed. I'd been building her orgasm slowly, making sure she didn't tip over the edge until now, and she rode the explosion of life energy and magical power into the biggest orgasm of her life as she went into convulsions right there on my cock in the hallway. I focused on her right tit where my bite was, and I saw the familiar orange snake burn itself into existence, a like at her ass showed a second brand burning itself overtop of her demon mark. Gods that was convenient. I loved winning them in a bet. It was always so much easier.

January 28th 2016 Palace of Debauchery 10:00 AM EDT

It was getting inconvenient how magic users blacked out when I came inside them. Like, in terms of fun factor watching some crazy magic bitch orgasm her brains out on my dick was a blast and felt great, but practically given my location I ended up having to carry Strega to my car and dump her in the back. I made a mental note to upgrade this car, preferably with some stain resistance because I absolutely didn't want to have to clean the inevitable cumstains of my seats. Luckily in this particular case I didn't have to because Strega's long ass dress was enough fabric to protect my seats.

I expected to be stopped or bothered on the way out, but literally none of the half breed angels or demonspawn in Midnite's place were interested in the brain fried fuck drunk sorceress over my shoulder, so I supposed we could have picked a worse place to fuck. Raven, unfortunately, was gone, but I wasn't expecting her to reach out anytime soon. Mammon's rep would need to be much bigger before she would even consider the possibility of me being a viable resource. In the meantime I could just go and plow that big tittied hooker to scratch my goth itch if I needed it. She certainly seemed to enjoy my attention.

In any case getting her back to my place was easy enough, and I was able to carry her inside without bothering either of my baby mamas. Judging by the banging and the curses Waylon was testing out his fuck buddy's new upgrade the fun way, so I left them to it, and Cherry and I waited for Strega to wake up while I filled her both in and up via my recollection of events and the sloppy blowjob she used to clean the magic girl pussy off of me. Strega was MUCH less able to process my cum than Zee it seemed because I ended up dozing off and leaving Cherry to watch her because she took so long to wake up.

Of course, I left instructions through the brand for her not to move or use magic until I allowed it, I wasn't enough of an idiot to sleep in a room with a captive sorceress without some insurance. Cherry would do her best to protect me, but magic could be nasty. So when I woke up the next morning I found Cherry laying next to me on the bed, smiling up at me happily while Strega sat stock still in a chair by the bedside, staring at everything but me. Cherry gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Morning daddy, our guest is awake."

I chuckled, pulling my little psycho against me roughly for a deeper kiss, and enjoying the moan she let out against my mouth. I didn't take it further though, I had questions that needed answering. I gave Cherry's ass a tight smack feeling her squirm a bit on me before pulling back. "We can play letter Cherry, I have questions for our...guest, as you called her." I pushed her off me, ignoring her fetching pout as I turned to Strega. "Well now, seems like you're up. You took that little pick me up much less gracefully than the last sorceress I gave it to." I wondered if it had to do with me being higher ranked than her.

Strega finally looked at me, and I saw her hips wriggle at the memory of how I fucked her. I could have ordered her to talk, but I didn't. I wanted to see how much she would tell me without being coerced. It would let me know exactly how much I needed to watch her. I sent a subtle and unnoticeable instruction through the brand for her to lick her upper lip when she lied and then walked over to crouch down in front of the chair. Being six foot three meant even kneeling I was pretty much eye level with the seated sorceress. "Now, how about we get to know each other. My name is Mammon. What's yours? And who do you work for?"

I'd kept my mask on. The thing was pretty comfortable anyway, so I didn't bother taking it off. It would make it easier for me to keep the upper hand in this questioning, and on the off chance she tried to be deceptive and I decided she was too much trouble, I wouldn't have to worry about her boss using necromancy to get my identity from her after I killed her. Assuming he could do that. I honestly had no clue.

She swallowed hard. "My name is Strega, I don't know who you are or why you have me, but you should let me go. My employer isn't one to forgive challenges to his he notices I'm gone he'll look for me, and he finds what he looks for. You have no idea who you're dealing with." Her inability to move was clearly shaking her, because she looked ready to bolt at the first sign of me letting up. I didn't obviously. I wasn't worried about her being found, the Palace of Debauchery was made with an E ranked prison, and one that was specifically designed to foil things like scanning spells.

Granted her boss was probably much higher than E rank, but she wasn't nearly valuable enough for him to burn a ton of energy looking a few days before his big shindig. He would either assume she was dead or backburner a more thorough search for later when his basic locator spells failed. "I told you, I'm Mammon. I wouldn't worry about your boss, he won't find you here. Now, tell me what his name is, and what he's doing with those rituals all over town, and I might let you get up and move around."

Her eyes flicked around desperately. "I don't know anything about a ritual." She licked her upper lip, obviously. "And I don't know his name." Shockingly, that one actually wasn't a lie. "All I know is he's some ancient hotshot Warlock we found a reference to in an old text. We wanted to wake him up so he would take care of some of our enemies for us, but we underestimated just how powerful he was. He's...terrifying. A monster. I don't know why you think you can take him on, but I promise you're wrong."

There was no real way to convince her otherwise without a whole lot of time and effort that I legitimately had no interest in expending, so I mostly just brushed past it. "Well he can't sense you here at least, you've been here for like half a day so at the very least you can believe me about that. Regardless, I have ways of making it impossible for him to find you, even if you think I'm bullshitting, but more importantly, I have ways of making you stronger. You know that's true don't you? You can feel it as we speak? All the power you have?"

I knew she could. I'd forced her to sit there unmoving and unable to use magic for literal hours. She had basically just been stewing in mind exploding power for the entire night. Her eyes were locked on me as she spoke. "I...I can. I can feel it. It's...there's so much of it. This is just from having sex with you isn't it? But that's not the only thing different. I can't move, but I also can't sense a spell holding me here. It's like my body just refuses to budge, same with my magic. That bet we made, I lost, and now you...what? Own me?"

That got a shrug from me. "Basically. But you don't need to worry too much about it. I own lots of people, you aren't allowed to tell anyone about it but I'm not really hands on with my people. I'll give you a few basic commands like forbidding you from talking about certain things or doing certain things like hurting other team members, but I don't want the hassle of micromanaging every person who works for me. I want you to work for me, and I'm willing to offer you access to the power you're feeling whenever you want, assuming you're willing to be good and fall in line on your own."

Her pupils were dilated from the power still, I could tell she was luxuriating in it. She seemed unconvinced, but that was fine, she was power hungry as hell, and there was no feasible way she wouldn't be willing to do whatever I asked for another shot of power once the high she had wore off. For Zee my cum was a minor boost, but given how long it had knocked her out I was guessing Strega felt like a fucking god right now. I stood up and walked over to sit on the bed. "So. Here's how it works. You can stay here, safe from your former employer, and have free access to power boosts like that, but in return I want some reciprocation. Tell me about the ritual."

The best part of this was that she didn't actually have a choice. If she left she would have to explain the long absence to her boss, who might just kill her out of hand. She knew she was in a place that at least made it inconvenient for him to locate her, and she had all this power to play with. My dad had taught me at a young age that cornered rats fight hardest, but give them a choice, or even the illusion of one, and it lets them feel like they were the one who made the decision. People wanted to think they had control of their lives, even if that couldn't be less true.

Strega would focus on the power I was offering, and the safety, because those were the aspects of this situation that she could control. I saw all of this run through her head, and finally, she sighed. "Fine. What do you want to know. I can tell you some things but it's not like he needed me to create it or anything. I was a mid level manager, all he had me do was oversee the cultists laying down the ritual sites personally and smoothe over any issues that came up. I can tell you what it does in the abstract, but not the specifics."

I didn't bother to respond, just stared at her, waiting. She groaned. "Alright fine, the ritual sites are sort of like railroad switches. They're placed over top of the leylines in the city and when activated they can alter the flow of magic to change direction. He wants use them to create a ritual circle. A permanent one made from actual leylines, fueled by the magic of the earth itself that never runs dry and pretty much can't be interrupted. It'll be a never ending spell that he doesn't have to upkeep or control."

That sounded...bad. I didn't know what her employed could actually do, but I was guessing no one powerful and brutal enough to pull all of this off was going to be casting a spell to summon unlimited puppies and rainbows. "Ok, so what the hell is he going to do with it?"

She let out a brittle laugh. "I just told you I don't know. There are dozens of sites around town and he could use them to make any number of changes. The actual spell form he's creating could basically be anything. All I know is that it's big, and it's coming, and you can't stop it without stopping him. He's going to rewrite magic in the city of Gotham permanently and the world as we know it will never be the same." Her eyes were wide and frantic and terrified as she spoke, her voice getting higher and faster.

She was almost panting with fear as her ranting became more and more emphatic. "That little party he's throwing? That's when it happens, when he pulls back the curtain and tells you all how fucked you are. There's nothing you can do to stop him. You asked for a name earlier? Well I don't have one, that much is true, but I do know what he calls himself now. He goes by Doctor Gotham, because this city belongs to him. So if you want my advice? It's run, because there's not a damn thing you can do to stop him. In another three days the world as you know it will end."