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March 16th 2016 Gemworld 10:00 AM EDT

Sindara took a few hours to wake up when I was done with her. Even a G ranker couldn't endure the destroying I'd given her pussy, despite having stopped at the alarm. She was also literally cum drunk on the Vital Energy, and I decided to catch some sleep. I doubted anyone would be intruding on our night, given the obscene squealing depravity that had been spewing out of the Opal girl's mouth once I got into the swing of her second dicking. Finally though, she woke up, pouting up at me cutely.

"So, you put some sort of slave seal on me." Her voice was grumpy, but not actually angry, which was a surprise. What was a surprise was the fact that she knew what that even was. I guessed Opal used some similar magic or something. I raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for her reaction. She leaned down and snuggled into my chest. "I liked it." She whispered, tracing her finger across my collarbone. "What are you going to do with me now?"

I slapped her cute little ass, drawing a squeak from the naked Opal girl, though I held back from going further. "Whatever I want Sindara. That's what ownership means. Of course. I could always erase your memory of it after and leave you here." I wasn't going to do that if I could help it, but it was irrelevant. There was a ragged, addictive edge to her desire for me that told me she was craving more. I might have pushed her body a bit past what she could handle during our fuck fest.

She might be G ranked, but I was an E ranked stamina machine dragonkin. Fantastic pussy or not, she wasn't built for the hardest fucking I could give. Between the repeated demolishing of her pussy, the magic booster from the insane amount of cum, and my endless stamina, she was basically a junkie at this point. She buried her face in my chest with a whine. "Don't! I'll do whatever you want just..." She blushed dark. "Promise you'll do it to me again. Everything you did to me last night. Do it to me every day."

I burst out laughing, leaning down for a kiss. She was adorable. Like a slutty puppy. I slapped her ass again. "Prove your worth and you can have every bit of me I can give every night." That might have been a small exaggeration. I'd never been cunt drunk like that before, and I might need to avoid using her on nights when I had plans, but I definitely wouldn't be turning down this sweet little bitch when I had a few hours to kill. I reached into my pouch, pulling out a bottle. "I want you to give your father and his people these." I pushed on the Brand. "Also you aren't allowed to talk about me at all to anyone without permission."

The orange snake Brand glowed at the statement, and she pouted harder. "You're so mean. I wasn't going to tell. You didn't have to force me." She looked down at the bottle. "I...can I ask what this is? Daddy isn't the nicest person but he really loves me. I don't want to hurt him. It's not poison is it?" I raised an eyebrow, but I didn't snap or get angry at her about the question.

Most people take the whole control thing too far, but in some circumstances, bargaining can be a sign of weakness. If a person is stating terms or trying to deal, it can mean that they're aware they've lost control of the situation and are trying to mitigate the damage as much as possible. Sindara arguing showed me she was going to give the pills to whoever I said, despite me not having used the brand to order her. If she was going to try to escape or something she wouldn't bother talking back, she'd just promise anything and then try to back out.

I looked into her eyes for a minute, staring hard, and she started looking nervous before I chuckled. "Sure. Don't give them to him. He's older, so they probably won't have any good effects on him at this point. The pills are a special medicine. They'll make someone rank up immediately at the cost of their potential. If they don't have potential it'll leech vitality, and if they're too high ranked the drain will kill them. Still, it's a guaranteed jump if you survive. It'll just be the last one you ever make."

She looked at it greedily, but I flicked her in the forehead. "If you take one of those I'll throw your pretty little ass out on the street so fast it'll make your head spin. I don't have any use for a cripple stuck as a Viscount. I have other ways of ranking you up. Your only concern should be keeping me happy so I'll make you stronger. As long as you're a good girl I'll give you more power than you would ever get here."

She gave me a hot look and yanked me down for a searing kiss, and I chuckled against her mouth. I had more than a few girls, but Sindara was the best pussy I'd ever had. Granted, D rank cunt was good stuff, but it didn't VIBRATE when you bottomed out. Opal pussy was a fucking delicacy. This bitch was mine now, and I'd take care of her as long as she stayed that way. If hearing it made her addictive little twat drip I'd tell her all damn day. Still, I say up with a sigh, noting the disappointed whine from Sindy.

I raised an eyebrow and she swallowed again. "I'll make sure the right people get these pills..." She averted her eyes, her striped cheeks blushing. "Master." I'd keep an eye on her for a while, but based on her desires I wasn't too worried. Apart from the usual rich girl adventure fantasies and her new addiction to my cock, Sindy had an ambitious streak a mile wide.

As long as she knew she'd get stronger with me than here she would give up any hole I wanted with enthusiasm even without the Brand. Combined with her inability to spill she should be fine to do my tasks, though I'd set Cherry to shadow her just in case. World exploding joy pussy or not, I wasn't stupid enough to actually trust someone I'd just met, not even with the Brand glowing on her ass. Or rather, I'd abide by the age old standard of trust but verify.

Sadly I was here for business, so laying around fucking all day was out. It wasn't like I wouldn't have access to her later. Though this did make me incredibly interested in fucking Amy. If Opal girls were unique maybe Amethyst girls had something fun going on too, sort of like how Emerald had lasted much longer than most girls had, in retrospect the stamina had been beyond what I should have counted on, I'd just been thrown by her being my first real D rank Gemworlder.

I pulled back from Sindara and headed out of the room, using the Brand to contact Cherry and let her know to keep an eye out. Then I headed for the next spot I'd need to check out. I got a brief notification that I'd gained a thousand points, and I was sitting at one million five thousand even.

Aside from the expenditure of making the pills, I'd also gotten some income from all the ingredients I'd picked up which somewhat helped alleviate the cost. Not much mind you, but any little bit helped. It would be worth it if I could get the needed points and secure my trip home in one shot. I arrived at the cathedral of the Shadow Lords pretty quickly. I'd gotten directions from one of the locals for a small Opal, and once I arrived I posted up outside to watch for a bit as I thought over my options.

I wished I had the time to slut out some Shadow Lord girl like I had Sindara, but I'd gone WAY over schedule with my new Opal toy, and sadly that meant that even if I'd been planning to get a new girl from every faction (which I wasn't because even if I hadn't been running late that would have taken too long) I'd have had to scrap the plan. Instead, I watched the place for a while until I saw someone leave that looked like he would be easy to scare, and then I followed him.

I used my secondary glamour, and put a mask on over it when I realized it was more handsome than scary, before following him away from their base. I trailed him all the way back to his house, a small and slightly run down shack, and waited for him to go inside. I slipped up to the window to check what he was doing, and realized he'd come home to go to sleep. It was damn early in the day for that, but thinking it through it did make sense. The Shadow Lords probably worked at night, and it wasn't unusual for nocturnally inclined people to go to bed early in the day.

I gave him a minute to fall asleep and then slipped inside. The house was pretty shabby on the interior as well as the outside, but I wasn't going to be living here so I didn't care. I stared down at the guy on the bed, sleeping the sleep of the deeply exhausted, and considered how I should do this. I could wake him up and scare him into submission, but it might take a while, and it would be a pain in the ass. I weighed my options for a minute before reaching into my pouch and pulling out the chalice. I did a quick appraisal to make sure he was low enough level to be easily captured.

[Appraisal function initiated. Treasure detected. Gioto- G ranked gemworlder. A weaker and more expendable member of the Shadow Lords, Gioto has nonetheless managed to worm his way into the good graces of many higher ranking members of the group. A quiet, helpful seeming young man, Gioto is actually ruthlessly ambitious, and has been responsible for the 'accidental' deaths of no less than six of the other entry level members of the gang in his quest to rise in position.]

I grinned. Perfect. While the Brand gave me perfect control, the chalice actually affected the minds of the recipients, at least slightly. Lesser members of my own bloodline felt an inherent sense of submission to me, after all. This would be much safer than just marking him. I'd considered blooding Sindara too, but the risk to that paradise pussy was too high. Who knew what a partial dragon bloodline might change.

I flicked out a claw, slit open my arm, and dripped some blood into the chalice, giving it a minute or two to settle and empower the cup a bit. Then I reached down, pried the man's sleeping mouth open and dumped the blood down his throat. I clamped a hand over his nose and mouth after I did, making sure he couldn't spit it out, and the panic from not being able to breathe as he woke up made him too distressed to consider not swallowing. I saw the veins of his body blaze green for a bit, and his body jerked and seized as it was altered in ways he hadn't been expecting.

Once that was done, I let go one my new lackey's face, noting the extra thousand points and silently cursing that I hadn't gotten him to F rank. He really had been weak, though he was pretty damn close to a rank up now. I walked over and slumped down into a chair, raising an eyebrow at me most recent minion. "Alright. I order you not to scream or alert anyone, nor to share any information about me or to attack me. Now that that's out of the way I have a few questions for you, and if you're good and answer them promptly I may eventually make you stronger than you currently are." Gioto blinked at me, confused and reeling from all the changes, and I sighed. Damn it, I was going to end up having to walk him through all this.

March 16th 2016 Gemworld 11:00 AM EDT

Gioto took a second to process what had happened. When he did though, he didn't freak out or anything. He just kind of blinked at me and then looked off into the distance consideringly. "How powerful could you make me?" His voice wasn't exactly excited, but he sounded surprisingly calm. I once again marveled at Opal and how it seemed to really bring out the ambition in its citizens. It was easy to shrug off, but I was just so used to people from the US.

People in from back home were raised to prize freedom and individuality above basically everything. It was a decent system, and it worked out for me personally, but I knew it wasn't the same everywhere. Even on earth plenty of modern countries prized familial or societal obligation over individual growth. In feudal societies, you usually saw a big premium on fealty and obedience, but Opal's culture had a subfocus on ambition and power, which made sense given the guy at the top of that pyramid.

If you turned a modern American into a bound thrall, they would freak the fuck out, but honestly the amount of power people like Gioto didn't have made the change essentially meaningless to him. He'd basically been a slave already, I just signed my name on the line. I preferred dealing with this kind of thing to the other way around. So, as a reward for not making me listen to a bunch of whiny bullshit, I just told him the truth. "I can make you as strong as Lord Opal someday. In the short term I could push you up to Viscount within a few months, and to Earl a few months after that."

I could do it faster if I wanted, but I saw no reason to share that. I had a bunch of needy women to upgrade, Gioto and the other men in my employ could wait their turns. I wasn't giving up excited thank you sex from increasingly powerful girls. Especially not Sindara. The thought of ruining some D ranked Opal pussy made my mouth go dry. I really needed to upgrade some of my other girls with fun enhancements that made sex feel better. It wasn't something I'd considered, but given how much fun my new Opal slut was, it would be a seriously fun process testing them out.

Regardless, Gioto apparently thought the bare minimum I was willing to do for him because he was my minion was amazing, because his eyes went wide with shock, and he threw himself to the ground, kowtowing in front of me. It was novel, but I didn't really enjoy men debasing themselves, so I gave him a minute to get it out of his system before saying. "You may rise." He did, springing back up to his feet like a wet cat that had touched a light socket, back ramrod straight as he stared at me fervently.

Wow, upward mobility in this town must have sucked worse than I thought. I took out a bottle of pills and passed them over, giving him the same speech as I'd given Sindara, though without the assurances, before finally telling him how to go about it. "Listen. I want you to use these to advance your position in the Shadow Lords. Make a name for yourself. Make it seem like these are a huge asset you discovered at great personal cost. The better you can make yourself look, the easier it'll be to lead them around, and the more useful you are. Understood?"

"Yes, my lord." He said, bowing his head. "I am to infiltrate as deeply as possible. Might I ask what brilliant scheme you've concocted? If it isn't too bold. It would behoove me to understand my mission before embarking on it, so that I might make sure my every action aligns with your interests." His voice was sincere and heartfelt, and I raised an eyebrow at him, impressed.

I'd heard a lot of shameless asskissing in my life, but that was some top notch brown nosing even by corporate standards. "Damn, Gioto. I see your value now. You talk a good game." I meant it too. He was obviously bullshitting. The bloodline would make him more disposed to obedience and the Brand would force him to obey, but there was no fucking way he was this under my thrall. He was just a master liar when it came to being a toady. Luckily, that was exactly what I needed, so it worked out fine.

He lowered his head in a second bow. "Of course, my lord." I caught a subtle smirk on his lips and couldn't help but grin. He was a sarcastic little shit too. That was kind of entertaining. He took the pills, staring at them longingly, but he put them away without trying to take one. Which was good, because unlike Sindy I had no long term use for this kid, if he decided to fuck himself up permanently for a slight power boost now it was none of my damn business. Even if it would be the stupidest choice he could make.

I stood up to leave. "Alright. You have your orders. I'll be having you tracked. Disobey and I'll order your heart to stop beating and let you suffocate to death gasping for air that wouldn't do any good." I didn't know if I could do that actually, but it seemed legit. Plus I liked the way it sounded.

His face went pale, which was kind of funny to watch with the whole striped complexion thing. "Of course, my lord. You can count on me." He didn't bother to see me out. I contacted Zee with the lightning phone, letting her know where Gioto's house was and that I needed the kid watched, and then I headed for my next destination, finally deciding to scope out The Empty Door. It was time to see what the strongest criminal in the city looked like.

This time, I had to be careful on the approach, however. I'd need to scope out the various people in the gang to find someone that would work best, rather than counting on the pills to do the heavy lifting. The Empty Door was an elite group, which meant they would be more cohesive and much more structured. It would be possible to use an internal element to introduce a variable like the pills, but I'd have to choose the right point of ingress or the whole thing would backfire.

Cherry had done plenty of research for me, but in this case I was going to need to case the place myself. With Zee scrying Gioto, I had to be more selective anyway, because I wouldn't have anyone to track my next convert to make sure I'd made the right call on this. It was annoying, but redundancies, while useful, weren't necessary. If you didn't have someone to monitor the response after you made a move, you just needed to make sure it was the right move before you made it.

I headed for the district that Cherry had found out housed The Empty Door. She'd been pretty clear that without her Hand of Glory powers, she probably couldn't have even found the place. The entrance was exceptionally well hidden, and the traffic was much lower, plus people didn't shoot their mouths off. The entrance was located in a small house tucked into the back corner of the district, hidden in the basement where no one would find it. A section of brick wall that could be pushed aside to open a passage.

Since there was no legitimate reason for me to get in there, and I would definitely be noticed if I tried, I posted up in the house across the street on the top floor and began the process of casing the building. I watched the house closely, noting each person who entered, which direction they came from, their mood, manner of dress, interactions with each other, length of time they stayed, reaction to their time down there, etc. I tracked a myriad of factors, memorizing them all and cataloguing them for future reference without missing a single detail.

As much as fucking and violence was an amusing way to advance my goals, sometimes there was no substitute for patience. Information was needed, and while shortcuts like Cherry's powers were convenient, there was often no substitute for making your own deductions about a situation and forming your responses based on careful study. The research done up to now was perfectly serviceable for the other two gangs, because there were obvious gaps to take advantage of.

This next part would require careful observation and annoying amounts of time to come into effect. Not an infinite amount, I was on a clock after introducing the pills to the other two factions, but it wasn't too pressing. It would take time for my new minions to convince their gang leaders to take advantage of the new opportunity and make best use of the swell of reputation that came from it.

Hell, Gioto might not even manage, he could get killing the attempt. Not that it mattered. With Sindara already making her move, that would just mean that the Shadow Lords would be crushed without a fight, making it easier to draw The Empty Door into the fight to prevent the Bone Barons from expanding to threaten them.

So I settled in. I felt a bit jittery, having noticed an uptick in my restlessness after my upgrade, and I took this chance to force myself to slow down. I sat in meditation, forcing my heartbeat to slow, my body to relax. This wasn't my usual thing, I'd never been the meditating type, though I'd learned it from my dad as a kid, but it was important for me to handle this change.

I was a hedonist at heart, when I was hungry, I ate, when I was horny, I fucked. It was important to indulge in the things you most wanted, because if you didn't what was the point of even being alive. That said, there was a difference between indulgence and loss of control. Choosing to give in to lust or hunger were not the same as being forced to give in, and for someone like me, self control was an important aspect of how I operated in the world.

This new change to my body was flooding me with energy, and that was pushing me to action. Having that possibility was fine, and was a benefit if anything. But I needed to be able to ignore it, to retain stillness and exercise patience. Haste makes waste in so many matters, and the ability to sit and wait was an integral part of success in plenty of situations.

So I sat, and kept my eyes open and catalogued the people coming and going, and I waited. I forced my heart to slow, and my muscles to relax and my mind to clear of anything but the task at hand. I forced myself to focus on my senses, to bury myself in observation, and I engraved every single movement and sight into my brain as I watched, letting the time flow over me like a river parting around a stone. I lost myself in my task and let myself blend into the world around me, forcing myself to achieve stillness.

At first my body itched to move, my mind would revolt after a few minutes, trying to shift to another topic. Lust, violence, greed. I enjoyed those things, but this wasn't the time for them. I could partake later. So I forced myself back into that placid state. Once, twice, a dozen times, returning to calm until my mind accepted it and stopped trying to rebel. The entire time I gathered data, catalogued faces and forms, and waited for a breakthrough that would let me find my in. I would find the weakness I needed. It was only a matter of time.

March 18th 2016 Gemworld 8:00 PM EDT

I spent literal days watching The Empty Door. An interesting side effect of my life attuned bloodline was that I apparently didn't need to eat. My energy kept me sustained over long periods of time. I also didn't need to sleep, though I intended to keep doing both unless I needed to put them on hold. I wasn't one of those monastic self punishing assholes who treated everything they did like an excuse to temper their minds. I was having impulse control issues, and I intended to fix that, but once those impulses were under my control again I planned to go back to giving into them most of the time. What the hell was the point of life if you didn't have fun?

Still, during the window of casing the place I poured my all into watching every detail and indexing the data gained to build a proper model of the organization. It was hard, and annoying. I had Zee slip in to use her magic sight spell on me at one point so I could add a magic power index to the body language, facial expression, and even audio information I was keeping tally of with my enhanced senses (I could read lips), all combined with the information from multiple appraisals of every person entering.

It took me those two days to put together a general picture. One of the things my father tried to impress on me as a kid that I had always resisted internalizing was the need for research. I hated doing research, hated puzzling out facts and data. I was the kind of guy who got a read on people through my natural grasp on body language and then used that to adapt my plans on the fly, it wasn't perfect, but it usually worked well for me. My father was a pathological researched. Double and triple checking data to make sure every single aspect of his plans were perfect.

My main crutch in that area was my power. I'd had my ability since I seriously started playing in this pool, and since I had, I hadn't needed to be as dedicated to details as he would have preferred. Since arriving here, I'd been mostly anonymous, so I was able to wing it most of the time (hah, dragon pun), but here in an enemy kingdom with people who hated me keeping an eye out for my presence, I'd officially reached the point where I had to do get serious and actually put my brain to work for more than getting laid and getting myself out of trouble.

Details, as most people will tell you, are where the devil is. Small facts seem unimportant, but they're crucial when planning anything. The minor blurbs of information in my appraisals were in depth snapshots into the lives of these people. Into their relationships to each other and to outsiders, and to their personalities and abilities. Knowing some guy was shit talking his boss was useless to me, knowing that some guy was shit talking his boss because he secretly wanted to bang that guys wife and what he would do to make that happen was NOT useless.

Each new fact slightly altered the tapestry of information I was spinning, each new appraisal was a lens that slightly changed the color of a thread. Combining these and slowly puzzling out the weak spots I could exploit was something I was usually good at with a glance. This time though, I needed to make sure not a hint of my presence was felt. The Empty Door wasn't like the other gangs where the brute force approach would work. The leader of these people was someone even Dark Opal respected enough to leave alone, so I had to be careful and take my time.

So I did. I listened. I watched. I took notes. I read their desires, their expressions, their appraisals, their interactions. I watched their posture day to day and how that posture changed in relation to interacting with other members, and with every ounce of data rattling around in my perfectly organized brain, I began to formulate my plan. It was slow. It was annoying. And it was something I deeply wished I didn't have to do, but I made myself, because it was safest, and most reasonable, and because it forced me to tame the dragon inside and control myself.

Finally, after days of watching, I developed a plan. Sindara had done as she was told, and approached her dad. Cherry had borne witness and confirmed she was a good girl, and I had her give my Opal slut permission to masturbate nonstop for an entire night as a reward. I used the Brand to increase her sensitivity during that time. I also used it to make sure she was incapable of actual orgasm, because it was funny and I knew it would make her desperate for me. Just because I was being serious and putting plans before sex didn't mean I couldn't get that pussy marinating.

With Cherry free, I'd had her follow a few members of The Empty Door home and report on their lives, telling me some of their friends and family members identities and personalities as best she could. Since we were doing this obliquely a civilian would be the best in, slipping the pills to them subtly enough that they wouldn't even know where they got them. It took quite a while to figure out an approach, but I finally found the perfect in to use. Crayken Lurk.

Crayken was the good for nothing brother of a trusted associate of the leader of The Empty Door, a man named Deacon Lurk. Deacon was loyal, trustworthy, and dedicated, but he was also extremely protective of his brother. He constantly paid of Crayken's debts, and instead of getting angry about it, he supported and encouraged his brother, always praising him for his victories even as he covered for his losses. He was a pretty great brother, honestly.

Which was our in. Crayken had several vices, and aside from the normal wine, women, and song, he also had a penchant for gambling. Crayken would bet anything, and when he won, he would brag endlessly about it. He was an obnoxious prick based on all the information Cherry was able to gather from watching him and paying off a few subtle sources for info. Because of this, he was perfect for our purposes.

Crayken was actually a pretty loyal brother himself, and he had, in the past, offered his winnings to his brother when he had a good run, especially if The Empty Door was in trouble. It wasn't a common thing, but it had happened, and if he were to , say, win a bottle of pills that could improve their abilities, he would pass it on if it seemed necessary. In light of that, I'd had Cherry subtly start spreading rumors about the pills and the expansion of the Bone Barons and Shadow Lords and I made sure Crayken heard about it.

Now that this was out of the way, our next step was obviously to 'lose' a bottle of pills to him in a gambling den, so we had to track down exactly where he would be. Gioto, as it turned out, actually came in handy here, because he was familiar with the local gambling dens. He was the kind of guy who took his gang mates out to drink and get blasted on drugs to get brownie points, and gambling dens were a good time. Of course, I also knew that he'd arranged several deaths on outings like that, so I wasn't too touched, but still, he had the info.

Which led us to where we were now. Standing outside a massive gambling den called The Fickle Bitch. I was pretty sure the name was supposed to ironic somehow, maybe a reference to fate or chance, but pretty much everyone insisted it was called that because the waitresses were notoriously unpredictable about their prices for spreading their legs. Crayken liked the place because he had a bit of a crush on Snow, the barmaid, despite her being the only woman in the whole place who wouldn't bend over for a few shiny rocks.

We'd specifically picked tonight because Snow was working. He came here even when she wasn't but the guy bet big when she was around, hoping to impress the bust white haired tavern girl. I could understand the impulse after seeing her, her jugs had jiggle physics like a badly produced anime and her big purple eyes were pretty and enticing. Once we confirmed she'd be in, we had everything we needed for step one, and after a few details I had to handle (always best to plant a few shills rather than leave things up to chance) we were now ready for a night of losing to Crayken Lurk at any game he chose to try his hand at.

I brought Zee with me. Her magic would be useful for deception, and she was trained in sleight of hand. She'd be able to help manipulate the cards or roullette wheel or whatever. I looked over to run my gaze over her body, raising my eyebrow. "You know. We're supposed to use the fact that he's stupid over that girl to distract him. It'll be hard to do that with you looking like a blue marble goddess. Where did you even get that dress?" She was wearing a tight black mini dress, with her tits basically busting out of it and showing just enough ass cheek in the back that I could spot her thong if she leaned forward.

She gave me a cheeky grin. "Oh this isn't for him. It's for you. I've been feeling ignored. I figure seeing me looking so sexy might get you back to work stuffing me like a thanksgiving turkey. Especially if all the other guys are staring right in front of you. I know how jealous you get. I find it offensive that Barbie has been dicked down in an alley and all I got was fucking in bed." She paused. "Well, and I guess a tunnel fuck under the city. But that's not good enough. After this I want you rabid enough to use me in the alley behind this place."

I blinked, not really expecting that from her, and when I raised my eyebrow she glared. "Don't you fucking look at me like that. You spent days using me on repeat to the limits of what I could handle. I got used to it, and now I'm a jittery mess because I haven't gotten any in days and I'm feeling pent up. It's all your fault, and you better take responsibility. She turned around and clapped a hand on her ass. "And I do mean take. You know how I like it. I'm gonna make you earn it too. Though maybe you can change my tune with some hard work. Imagine making me beg for it."

My grin couldn't have been any wider. I put an arm over her shoulder and pulled her close, palming one of those fat, watermelon titties. "Fair enough Zee. After we finish the plan I'll take you out behind this place and fuck you. And I promise it'll be unlike anything I've done to you before." I suspected that begging me like this might be enough to trigger the Branding, and I wasn't going to miss that for the world.

Still, I had to douse the lust quickly and focus up for the moment, leaning down to nip her ear as I whispered that we would pick this up later. We had some gambling to lose. Plus I had the sneaking suspicion I'd be getting in some fights tonight. I stared down at Zee's partly exposed body. Little bitch really knew how to tease me. I was going to take that out of her ass later. I looked for another second before slipping off my coat and laying it over her shoulders, covering up what was mine. I ignored the triumphant smirk on her face after making sure she was a bit more covered. Why did I have so many bratty women?

March 18th 2016 Gemworld 9:00 PM EDT

I had to admit. I really loved gambling. Not in the way most people would think when they heard that. I wasn't an addict. I'd never been short on money, so earning cash never gave me the rush that some got. I didn't chase the jackpot and I could stop at any time. In fact, I usually called it quits after a few hands so as not to dull the enjoyment I got from the activity. No, the reason I loved gambling was much simpler than even the greed that defined so much of my life. I liked to humiliate people who thought they were cunning.

Gamblers, by and large, were the kinds of people who assumed they were better than other people. Smarter, more controlled. Gambling was an exercise in hubris and arrogance, and arrogant people were always the most entertaining victims for bullying. The best part was that when done right, it made it impossible for them to admit to themselves you were doing it. The very pride that made them desirable marks made it impossible for them to face that they'd been outsmarted.

Of course, this particular game wasn't one I could win in the end, but that was the great thing about the way I gambled. I didn't care about winning. I'd be leading them around by the nose the whole time they were beating me, and that was more than enough for me to have a good time. So I had zero compunctions about dropping a few piles of valuable opals to stock up on chips, despite knowing that I was going to lose them all in the end. Once that was done, I dragged Zee over to sit across from Crayken Lurk and the group of random poker players sitting around the table with him.

Crayken was an average looking Opal guy. Symmetrical if boring facial features, albeit striped as all Opal citizens were for whatever reason. His blue eyes were too close together, and his nose had been broken a time or two and set poorly, but he wasn't a swamp monster or anything. I could see why Snow hadn't returned the interest, but I also saw why she hadn't exactly scared him off yet. He was middling enough in appearance that a bit of money or power would push him over into being a catch for someone like her, but since he didn't have those she'd been leaving him on the hook.

Tonight, he seemed to be on a roll. His mouth was split into a wide grin as he tossed chips around, downing shots of liquor so strong I could smell it from here, but coherent enough to show he was used to the heavy stuff. When I sat down, he turned his grin on me. "This is a big boy table new-blood. If you don't have the chips to drop take your cock sleeve and get lost." His eyes raked over Zee, and I debated reacting violently. My possessive instincts were pushing me to that, but it was mostly the system. I would deal with him after business was done, no point ruining my plans for momentary satisfaction.

Zee was glaring at him, but I pulled her face to the side for a hungry kiss, making a show of groping that fantastic body in front of the others to show she was mine. When I pulled back she was dazed and panting, and I dropped the bag of chips I'd gotten on the table. "Sorry, you're right. I'm new in town. Where I'm from we let our cards do the talking instead of running our ugly fucking faces because we're jealous. Just because you can't get your dick wet to save your life doesn't mean you need to be all bitter about it."

Most people in this situation would have tried to be friendly. Cozy up to the guy, the lead him by the nose to where they wanted him to go. Those people were amateurs. Being friendly would lead to him associating the pills with me specifically. He'd remember me, might even mention me, and suddenly I'd be part of the story. That nice guy who I won those cool pills off of. If anyone asked him about the pills in the future, they could pry my existence out of him, and because of that, they might be able to track me down.

This though, this wasn't unusual at all. People mocked Crayken all the time, he was kind of a pathetic guy. I wasn't the first person tonight to talk shit to him, and I wouldn't be the last. He might remember beating me and winning the pills, but that memory would be focused on him. It would be a victory he had against an enemy, and the enemy themselves would be irrelevant to a half drunk gambler on a hot streak.

His eyes hardened. "Fine. Keep her with you. Maybe once I've taken all your chips she can whip out those fat tits and give us a show to pay off your debts. She looks like a pricy one, but I bet once I win the pot I can afford some time with her." I actually had to focus to prevent the growl that wanted to slip out at that. This guy was starting to actually annoy me. Drooling over my property was bad form, and some part of me I hadn't really experienced before (possibly a draconic part rather than a system part) wanted to vomit a storm of elemental fury into his sniveling face.

I didn't though, I just moved on to putting the chips out of the buy in, though I did pull Zee back a bit tighter against me. I was annoyed at his assumption that his money would be enough to take my woman. That something that belonged to me would be so low in value that he could possibly afford it, that you could put a price at all on the things I did to her. I'd been meditating for days to regain control of myself though, so I pushed the anger down and got to work on the gambling, mentally starting a score sheet of the horrible shit I was going to do to this insufferable little shit stain.

First though, I had to play this out. Which involved lots of cocky shit talking, and even more losing bets. I got dealt the first hand, picking them up and studying my cards. They were, for the most part, pretty close to a normal deck of cards. I assumed some traveler to Gemworld in the past had had some impact on this place, because it seemed coincidental that the cards would be so similar. The only read different was that the Jack was called a Duke, and had a D instead of a J on the card face.

I looked over my cards, and then around at the others at the table. At least two of them were working for me, shills I'd paid off before coming here to make sure I could control the flow of the game. I let Zee look at my cards too, and she reached down to squeeze my thigh in a quick, light rhythm designed to convey a message. I had a king queen off suit, and she was telling me to bet into it, which of course, I did.

Tactically speaking king queen off suit isn't the worst hand to start with, but it isn't great either. I didn't bet in too hard, because I knew I'd scare the others off, but I didn't limp in either. I doubled the big blind to show I had a solid hand but not one that was amazing, and then waited for the flop. My shills followed my lead, betting in, but not big. Their chips were all covered by me today anyway, so it hardly mattered to them. The cards that came down were an eight, a six, and a Duke, none of which did jack shit for me.

Now that I was sure I wouldn't be hitting anything really impressive and the others were already in I bet high, making it seem like I'd hit something amazing on the flop. It might scare Crayken off, but only the first few times. Once he got the hint that I was reckless he'd bide his time and then bet hard into me at this point to drive up the pot. The turn and river came, respectively a ten and a Queen. I had a pair, but it was hardly enough to matter, and I lost a solid chunk of chips, affecting an annoyed scowl.

I spent the next hour bleeding money. I bet into every bad hand, but I bet into the good ones too, so it wasn't obvious. I folded when I could get away with it, especially hands that I was pretty sure I would win, and finally, after hemorrhaging cash for sixty uninterrupted minutes, I ran out. Crayken was on top of the world. "The calm collected newcomer! Look at you, so elegant in defeat. Looks like you're out of chips. Don't worry, I'm a man of my word, and I'm in a good mood. Bare your whore for us and I'll let you into the next hand on my dime. I won't even touch, she just has to jiggle all that bouncy flesh for us."

He leered at Zee, and I added a seventeenth terrible injury to my mental tally, gritting my teeth and forcing down my possessive anger. This was the end of the charade. I was almost finished, and when I was done I was dragging her into the back alley and fucking her until her screams were permanently burned into their ear drums. If anyone tried to come peek I'd burn them alive with dragon breath. I reached into my pouch, pulling out a bottle after a calculated moment of hesitation.

I sneered at him. "Please, she's too much woman for some limp dick wannabe gangster. But I'm not exactly flat broke. Let's see if you even have enough to match these. You can't even normally get them here. I picked them up in Carmine. Unless you think a fat pair of tits is worth more than an advancement to the next rank?" I had decided to go with Carmine for my story because the place was right next door. They were the most likely to take notice and try to butt their noses in, and it would begin the process of attracting the outside attack I was working on staging.

Still, the rumors had been circulating as I'd arranged, and when he saw the pills Crayken's eyes were pried off Zee's body and glued to the bottle. I felt myself relax a bit. It was much easier not to kill him when he wasn't openly leering at her in front of me. I was really unhappy with these stupid draconic instincts. I'd just been tamping down on the lust, and the possessive rage was rearing its head.

The next hand was annoying and took way longer than it should have, but when I finally lost, I was able to rage quit the whole game, which was nice at least. It even played to my image to throw a bit of a tantrum, so I smashed the table with a fist to middle, grabbing Zee by the hand and storming out with her, leaving behind a laughing Crayken, albeit one who was glancing a bit worriedly at the damage I'd left.

We got out into the alley and Zee put a hand on my shoulder. "Nicky, you ok? That was...a lot." I didn't answer with words, I just grabbed her and slammed her into the wall, giving her an almost bruising kiss before tanking up her dress. I tore her thing away and set the head of my cock against her absolutely dripping pussy and shoved it in deep with a single, grunting thrust of my hips, tearing a low, keening cry from her throat.

I leaned forward to snarl into her ear. "Trust me Zee. You're going to be taking far more abuse than I just did tonight." I felt her cunt spasm as she began to drip down me, her desires telling me she was reveling in the rough treatment and the commentary. I hooked both arms under her knees, pinning her back against the wall and lifting as I started to fuck into her roughly. I was going to finally sign my name on this bitch tonight. Time to show her who she belonged to once and for all.

March 18th 2016 Gemworld 10:00 PM EDT

Zee's cunt was fucking soaked as I shoved myself into her and she gave a primal grunt as she adjusted to having me in her she threw her head back in ecstasy, shuddering as she planted her hands against the wall, fat ass jutting out and legs spread to about shoulder width apart. I reached up and grabbed a fist full of her hair, yanking her back onto my cock with a tight jerk.

The sight of her rippling ass cheeks caving in against my hips as I smashed into her was intoxicating and the entire alley was filled with the sounds of grunts and slaps that you only hear from women engaged in really filthy sex, and who aren't shy about showing they love it. My other hand snaked out and impacted one fat cheek as I slammed into her, and she literally snarled with victory as I used her. I shoved her face against the wall, letting her slide a bit further down to get a better arch in that ass without letting go of her hair.

She moaned deep and low, sneering over her shoulder with the half of her face not mashed into the alley wall. "You like that you bastard? Dragging me out into a dirty alley and bending me over like a cheap whore? You're fucking sick, using a fine upstanding hero like this. Is this what you dream of doing to all the other pretty little heroines on the League. You think Wonder Woman's cunt can work this fat dick like mine does? Or are you hooked on this fucking magic pussy?"

Zee's expression and mannerisms when we fucked were some of the oddest I've ever enjoyed, but they were a blast. I could best describe her style of taking dick as 'joyful hatefucking'. She loved the thought that she was a dirty bitch being used by a bad man, and the worse I treated her the more it turned her on. Nothing as pedestrian as just being smacked around, she loved the implication that I was a monster who was using her however I wanted. We both knew that she could stop whenever she wanted, but she liked to pretend she couldn't.

I slapped her ass again. "Upstanding? You sweet little bitch, you're getting stuffed in a dirty alley behind a casino while a bunch of criminals are sitting on the other side of the wall. Let's not pretend you're anything but the whore I'm treating you like. Hell, you're not even anything that dignified. Whores get paid. You're just fucking property." I shoved a thumb up her ass, knowing how much she got off on having her backdoor used. She squealed in surprised and I grinned, wriggling my thumb around as I felt her asshole clench and flex, mirrored by her sloppy pussy gripping me even tighter.

She spat at me, eyes blazing, and if I hadn't been able to feel her desire I might have thought she actually hated this, but aside from being able to sense her lust she was rocking back into me as hard as she could. "It's your fault! Your fat fucking cock and your wandering hands. I was a good girl. I was nice and sweet and pretty and you pounded me into a thirsty bitch! I fucking ache for you now! I can't stop thinking about how you feel inside me. You ruined me, ruined my fucking holes so no one else will ever be able to use them."

I felt my balls tighten as the possessive, draconic part of me reveled in the raw, animal need in her voice. This part wasn't a game, wasn't roleplay. She was furious. She'd been pretending not to be as needy as she was, but once she got my cock into her she'd had to face that she was fucking ruined. I'd broken the little bitch and she couldn't get enough now. I grinned wickedly, digging the four fingers of the hand with the thumb in her ass into her cheek roughly, squeezing and forcing my nails in enough so she'd feel it without ruining that smooth jiggling flesh. I wriggled my thumb in deeper as I did, dragging a moan out of her.

The whole time I used her I luxuriated in her cunt. I didn't have words for the way she wrapped around me right now. I could feel the magic inside her in a way I never had before, pulsing and gripping and stroking me like a fucking vice grip made of hot butter. Her eyes were still wide with fury. "You like that you sick fuck? Like ruining pretty girls like me? Do it then! Break me, fuck me up! Demolish my pussy!" Her voice wasn't angry now, it was hungry, fucking ravenous, I was feeling like the king of the fucking world.

This was good fucking pussy. Like, next level good. Looks like pretty Zee dug down and found that D ranked slut buried under the daddy issues and fishnets. I didn't know what the fuck she was doing, but it felt fantastic. It felt like the sensations of her cunt were being magnified, it was softer than should be possible, hotter, tighter, hungrier. Paying attention I realized what the feeling was. Zee wasn't just bouncing on my dick, she'd connected to my magic. She was sloppy fucking my draconic power while her snatch gobbled me up, syncing them in a way that made me want to fucking roar in triumph.

I was going nuts, this felt like fucking heaven. Sindara's cunt was the physically most luxurious pussy I'd ever sampled in my life, but this was something totally new. I felt like my fucking mind was bottoming out inside a sloppy sucking soul pussy in time with my dick. It occurred to me that while Zee's much weaker physical body was a liability in terms of pure fuck force, her D rank power being entirely spiritual might not be as big of a demerit for our sex life as I'd thought.

I picked up the pace, not enough to break her, but enough that if she wasn't a fucking professional crime fighter who got beat up for a living I doubt she could have taken the pounding, she just screamed in joy, cunt convulsing and splattering the alley with pussy juice as she started creaming all over my cock. I didn't slow down or hold back, I just took it all, every inch of her pussy was magic and I wanted to experience each fucking nerve of it against every part of my cock, I wanted to enjoy the different sensations I got in different parts of her pussy.

I leaned forward and growled in her ear as I rutted into her. "Tell me you love it, bitch. Tell me you need it." I jammed my thumb in deeper, groaning as she somehow fucking clamped down harder on both my hand and cock. If I was a normal guy I might have worried about her fucking breaking something, but I wasn't and the clench that might have been too much for a mortal was a sweet fluttering grip that I was almost incapable of not enjoying to the fullest.

She gave a ragged, shuddering half sob. "Don't make me beg. I won't be able to stop. Oh gods its so fucking much Nicky, it's so much cock. It's inside me, in my fucking brain, like you're fucking my soul. Just use me until you're done baby, please? Don't make me part of it. Don't make me love this any more than I already do," Her voice was pleading, a high pitched whine of need and resistance as she tried desperately to fight back against what I'd been doing to her, tried to avoid becoming what I was determined to make her.

I shoved two more fingers up her asshole. "I said fucking beg, slut." I stroked the anal fetish she had through Eros and Psych, fanning the flames in her sweet little pussy. "Just admit it. Tell me what you are. I promise we can still play your game when I use you in the future. You can still pout and struggle for me next time, but if you ever want this dick again, you better come clean for me just this once. Say what you're afraid to admit or I pull out right now."

She let out a keening wail. "I'M YOUR FUCKING SEX TOY! This is your pussy, every hole I have belongs to you! You own my fat ass baby, every inch! Is that what you want? You want me to admit that I'm trash? A stupid needy gutterslut? Fine, I'm a brainless sex doll! I'm only good for fucking, my empty head was made for cock! What the fuck do you want me to say Nicky? Just tell me and I promise I'll say it! I'll do whatever you want as long as you never fucking stop!"

That was all I needed as I felt my balls clench up and I slammed my cock into her as deep as it would go and nutted inside her, exploding into her with the thickest, most potent cumshot I'd managed since I hit E rank. The womb hosing ropes of pure magic speed battering the back walls of Zee's ruined pussy set her off into the mother of all orgasms, and she started screaming nonstop, eyes rolling up and hips dropping enough that I had to hold her up with the hand shoved half up her ass.

As she spasmed and jerked on my dick I stared down at the cheek I didn't have my fingers sinking into and watched with glee as the Brand started to form. I could tell from the way she shook and wriggled she could fucking feel it. More than any other girl I'd used Zee was in tune with her magic and she could fucking feel the Brand as it seared itself into her skin. In a moment of pure instinct I jerked out, letting her ruined cunt drip cum all over the alley as I pulled out my thumb and shoved my whole still rock hard cock right up her spasming asshole.

I threw my head back and roared at the sensation. Zee's ass was good most of the time. She had fat cheeks and kept a snug little hole that she was enthusiastic about putting to use. But this was fucking insane. Somehow her magic was all pouring into her asshole, like it was gathering toward the brand, and it felt like I was sticking my cock in a magical wall socket as the energy funneled through the nerves in my dick.

Zee's screams tripled in pitch and enthusiasm, bouncing off the walls so hard I was worried that some of the nearby glass in the casino might shatter from the pitches she was hitting. But I didn't stop. I wasn't letting this go, enjoying the dual sensation of magical powerlines running through my dick and clenching spasming magic girl ass as I buttfucked one of my women in an alley was a fucking once in a lifetime experience. I released her hair and grabbed her hips with both hands as I picked up the pace.

I pounded her hot little asshole harder than I'd ever used a mortal woman in my life. I was fucking her harder than I'd used Sindara, and the only reason her poor little ass didn't break was the reinforcement from the fucking tide of magic baby batter I'd drowned her twat in before I started the ass fucking I was giving her. The magic continued to funnel in, concentrating so fucking ecstatically until finally, I reached the end of my rope and my balls tightened for another orgasm.

When Zee came, it was as hard as any orgasm I'd ever caused by maxing out Eros and Psych. She blacked out from the effort, and I caught her before she could fall. I groaned in disappointment as I had to pull her off my cock. What was it about this fucking city that made sex here so much better than normal. Sighing in contentment I swung her up on my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, throwing the jacket I'd lent her earlier over her ruined lower body. She should be all healed up by the time we got back to the Inn, but I didn't want anyone seeing what was mine. In the meantime, I just grinned at the million points added to my total. Shitty undercover op aside, this had been a good night.