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March 25th 2016 Gemworld 5:00 PM EDT

Slipping into the secluded building where I was supposed to be waiting out my 'tantrum' was easier than expected. Understandably, Dark Opal did NOT announce to the world at large that someone had broken into his stronghold and robbed him blind. Well, not blind. Nearsighted maybe. It was still galling to me that I'd had to leave behind all that wealth. I could have had so many points. Enough to upgrade Zee to C rank maybe. Instead I'd had to stop with just the fifteen million I had on hand.

Admittedly I could do some really interesting things with this kind of windfall, but I couldn't help but hunger for more. Still, this level of heist was probably better for our return trip anyway. We'd taken few enough items to make it look like a desperation play from Carmine to sew dissent. Of course, Amethyst actually HAD been behind all of this, but that was Graciel's problem. Me and my new wife would be safely back in Gotham (the first time those words were ever thought unironically) by the time it was an issue, plus they had Carmine to help now, and I had gotten their special rock back.

Gioto and Sindara were both with us, not that I had time to enjoy my little Opal while hauling ass back to Amaranthine before someone figured out our involvement and chased us. One of the earliest lessons from my old man was to always expect your cover to get blown eventually. Covering your tracks is always temporary when you have nosy fucks like Batman running around. I was sure SOMEONE working for Dark Opal would connect the same dots Crayken did. Now that I was here though, I wasn't too worried. Attacking the capital in a full on invasion would be insane with Carmine looking for weaknesses.

I had Zee slap a glamour on my two Opal minions before coming in and then sent one of the nearby messengers to request an audience with Graciel. I was purposefully vague, mostly because my melodramatic ass wanted to whip out that rock in front of everyone and dunk on my milf mother in law in public. It would be good practice for when I finally got a chance to fuck her into submission.

Once I was back though the first thing I did was actually take a nap. My meeting wouldn't be until later in the evening anyway so I might as well nap. I also put off all my upgrades until we got back to Gotham. It would be stupid to count on my plan going perfectly and not have a few points in reserve in case of emergency.

So when I woke up in a bed full of girls it wasn't exactly a shock. Zee and Cherry and a disguised Sindy were all snuggled in close and I had to smirk at all the sexy on display. The lot of them were at my mercy completely. I was tired enough not to immediately devolve into an orgy right there though. I pulled them all in, figuring they would prefer to wake up being held. Girls liked that kind of shit. "So, are any of you awake?" I asked.

I didn't speak loud, just using a normal tone of voice that I figured anyone actually sleeping would nap right through. Cherry peeked an eye open. "I wasn't, but I am now. Morning daddy." She glanced out the window, shrugging before correcting herself. "Or afternoon I guess. Still. Hope you slept well. Any plans for the day besides nabbing yourself a pretty pretty princess?"

I chuckled, leaning down to kiss her. Cherry liked to play the supportive psycho minion, but she DID get jealous. A bit of reassurance wasn't much trouble and might save me some sulking later on. She moaned and plastered herself against me, but given the presence of the two other girls, she ended up accidentally kneeing Zee in the ass. My sorceress groaned and buried her head in my shoulder, mumbling. "Nooo, Charise I told you I'll only let you eat my butt when I'm drunk." I snorted out a laugh and that, raising an eyebrow at my blonde.

She shrugged. "What? I know you like your girls to keep each other entertained, and you were so busy with stakeouts the last few days." She waggled her eyebrows. "Zee gets frisky when she's liquored up on that vitality wine , as I'm sure you noticed. She was all uppity and dominant at first, but she got all cute and embarrassed when I wriggled my tongue up her ass. You fucked some serious slut into that girl daddy." She reached down to grope Zee's fat ass some more, earning more mumbles and my sorceress wiggling her hips harder into the touch in her sleep.

The behavior just got an eye roll from me. "You do know I can tell you're just trying to seduce me right? I mean, A plus for effort and I'm hard as a rock right now, but it's not exactly subtle." I looked down at her hand. "Not that I don't like it. Feel free to keep up the good work with her, especially given how high I ramped her sex drive. Even dragons only have so much time. I just have one quick question. Did you ASK if you could lick one of my women? Or did you just decide that munching some asshole was going to get you what you wanted and didn't even bother?" I leaned down into her face my eyes lidding.

My hand snaked up and gripped her throat, and she gasped in surprise, but I could feel her desire through Eros and Psych as I squeezed just hard enough for her to feel it. I rolled over away from Zee and Sindy and on top of Cherry, my weight crushing down on her as I stared into her blazing eyes. "You're both MINE." I growled, the sentence rumbling up from my chest. "I'll use you as I see fit. You can slurp as much pussy as you like, and it won't change who decides when you get yours stuffed. Is that clear?" Cherry gave a long, low moan if agreement, nodding her head jerkily. My knee was pressed between her thighs and I ground it against her a bit for emphasis.

It was a good thing I had her throat in my grip, it let me choke off the screaming gurgling orgasm. Seeing her eyes roll up into her head was pretty satisfying. Cherry had been feeling a bit underappreciated with all the sex Zee and Sindy were getting, and I wanted to remind her she belonged to me. I actually liked the idea of her seducing Zee, but she hadn't asked permission first, and she'd been expecting, hell, hoping to get disciplined for it. I could feel that much in her desires. I leaned down to peck her on the lips. "Did you enjoy that, slut?"

She gave a ragged shudder. "Yes daddy." Her voice was a bit hoarse and I rolled my eyes before pushing her out of bed. She let out a squeak and thumped onto the floor, making a show of pouting and rubbing her ass. "You're so mean to me." Her tone was sulky, but with a hint of hunger in it.

I snickered at her. "If you want to get smacked around just tell me next time. I mean, it was east enough to read your desires, but still, I already have Barbie. I don't need any more brat in my life." I turned to look at Zee and Sindy who were both waking up. I smirked at my sorceress. "By the way Zee, you can feel free to play with my other girls if you like, you don't need to let Cherry liquor you up to get your itch scratched. "

"What?" She asked with a blush. "I didn't...I wasn't..." She looked down at Cherry. "Are you going to choke me too? Because I don't know if I would enjoy that." Which was true, though she had a pretty decent guess, and it was making her cunt drip. Still, I wasn't one to play with my girls in ways that made them upset. Rough treatment was fine, but I didn't want to fuck someone who wasn't enjoying it. Sex was about making someone else yours. If you couldn't play them like a fiddle you were clearly no good at it.

Leaning down for a quick kiss, I just chuckled. "No. Not until you want me to. Cherry was aching for that, she's just acting up because she knows it works for Barbie and she thinks it'll get her attention." I raised an eyebrow at the pouting blonde. "If she isn't careful I'll give her the fucking she's angling for, and make sure she gets every inch of dick I have to give for a whole week. I'll just use the Brand to make sure sure she's incapable of orgasm before I do it." Her eyes widened in genuine horror at that, and I couldn't hold back a full throated laugh as I reached down and yanked her back up into the bed.

I pulled her against me, yanking her into a kiss, and heard a whine of annoyance from the side where I noticed Sinadara giving me the same pout. I pulled away and reached out and smacked her ass, eliciting a squeak from her. "Hey, I just yelled at her about being a brat. You girls be good for me." I leaned down to kiss Sindara, starting to realize I was going to need a fucking schedule or something. These bitches were always on my dick, and I was going to have a hard time turning them down with all this draconic lust.

As much as I wanted to just strip and fuck the three of them right there and I forced myself to roll out of bed with a groan. At their disappointed noises I rolled my eyes. "Alright, I have a have to meet with the queen later, and I suspect it's bad form to greet your future mother in law reeking of sweat and pussy. So as much fun as it sounds like to pound you all into comas I'm going to go take a bath and clean up."

Cherry, dropping her bratty affectation, chuckled at that. "I think more of those nobles go to meetings post coital than you might expect, but fair enough. This is going to be a big day for you, so cleaning up is a good idea." She gave me a cheeky grin. "I trust we're all going to be in the wedding party though? Maybe as bridesmaids? Since we're going to be so close with the bride and all." Despite the teasing she looked mildly put out by not being allowed to have any fun with me after I'd wound her up.

I let my eyes glaze over at the image of fucking all of them in bridesmaids dresses on the wedding night, but shook it off. "I'm sure I can arrange something. I want you all to get along with Amy. I'll have to get Zee's help convincing Barbie to be nice, but yes, having you all around for the big event is obviously the plan. We want Amy to be nice and comfortable with all of you when we all leave." Though I suspected she would bond best with Dinah. My baby mama had a vibe a lot like Graciel. That threesome would be a fun substitute until I got that Princess into bed with her daughter and I.

I turned and headed for the bathroom. I looked back at them all laid out on the bed, staring at me soulfully with big needy eyes and rolled my own. "Don't sulk. Fine. You can all get in the bath with me, but no fucking. Blowjobs only. And you have to swallow." I was pretty proud of myself for that. Maybe I was getting better at this normal person interaction thing after all. I still didn't get the touchy feely stuff, but compromise was an important part of relationships, right? Even in my head I couldn't get all the way through that thought before I burst out laughing. I really did love my life.

March 25th 2016 Gemworld 8:00 PM EDT

We showered for much longer than expected. Cherry's new and improved ghost body didn't need to breathe, which led to some fairly enjoyable blowjob antics, and Zee became unspeakably jealous that the platinum blond was guzzling all her supercharging cum, which ended with her playing around with Sindara to catch my attention and get me worked up. I was lucky I'd decided to shower so early, because I spent much more time getting clean than I really should have. Still, I had enough self control to make sure I got washed and get to my audience with Graciel on time.

Shockingly, when I arrived, I DIDN'T get taken to the court chamber like last time. I was pretty sure Graciel was trying to be nice, letting me meet her in private. She'd make sure that the right people got the news of my humiliation of course, but it was almost sweet that she was worried about my reputation. It definitely boded well for her blessing to my relationship with Amy if nothing else.

I admit, my mind drifted to all kinds of milfy sex antics when I heard we were meeting in private, but sadly, the private audience chamber still had more than a few people in it. I saw Amy, looking relieved I was here and not gone or still in hiding, Emerald, who blushed fetchingly under my gaze, and Mordiel, who looked curious in that same predatory cougar way I'd enjoyed when first meeting her. I also saw Roderick, the guard from my trip with Amy back to Lord Town, and a dozen other powerful male guards that kind of blew away my royal orgy fantasy.

When I entered, I approached a small dais, only a step up from the ground, with a trio of luxurious chairs for the three noble ladies of Amethyst. Amy gave me a supportive smile as I got close, and I smiled back, winking at hr and by virtue of it, at Emerald over her head, undoubtedly getting my pet princess nice and excited for what was to come. Graciel gave a tolerant smile with more than a tinge of smugness. "Ah. Nicholas. Welcome to our private audience chambers. It has been some time since you've been spotted. I trust you aren't having any problems procuring Amaya's dowry?"

I had considered a ton of ways to do this, smug, dickish, unassuming, boastful, and I'd decided I kind of wanted to hit all those notes. So I decided the best way to do it was to just bluntly spit out the rock. "Nope. Got it right here." I reached into my pouch and produced the Duke ranked Amethyst, holding it up casually like retrieving it was no big deal. I had considered tossing it to her, but I didn't want to get ventilated by hidden archers because I threw a rock at their Princess, no matter how much she wanted said rock.

Her smile was beatific. "well, that's certainly disappointing, but after such a wait I'm sure you gave your best effort. Perhaps a change in terms would be in order, I know Amaya has her heart set on...wait what?" She was literally so sure of how this would go she seemed to have practiced a speech for graciously letting me off the hook, and it took her a few sentences of it to register what had happened. Her smile melted into an expression of complete confusion, and Mordiel's sharpened with interest looking at the rock.

Graciel's confused face was actually adorable. I literally couldn't have surprised her more if I'd walked up and cock slapped her. Her jaw hung open in complete shock as she stared at the powerful gem she'd asked me to retrieve. I held it out, not getting it close due to the distance but making it clear I was offering it to her to examine, via transport from her guards. "Sorry it took so long. I got lost on the way there, had to go shopping for a new coat, started a war between Carmine and Opal, it was just generally a bust trip."

Mordiel's eyes were boring into me like hot pokers, and the slow licking of her lips as she looked at me gave me the shivers in the best way. I was used to pursuing, but that woman wanted to mount me like a line pouncing on a gazelle. I was lucky I had bodily control or I'd have been rock hard from the gaze. Instead I focused on her sister, who was entranced by the flashed of energy inside the gem. "H-how?" She asked, sounding dazed. "How could you possibly have retrieved that? It was in the royal treasury of Dark Opal's palace. It should have been impossible."

Damn, she really was confounded. Admitting she gave me an impossible task made her look petty as hell. If she'd been in her right mind she never would have let that slip out loud. I mean, everyone KNEW it of course, but some things just weren't admitted. Mordiel caught it too, and I saw her lips twist into an evil smirk. "Impossible? Why, sister dear, are you saying you gave our beloved niece's future husband a task you knew he could not complete? Why would you do such a thing?"

Graciel froze, her mouth slamming shut and the color draining from her cheeks. She had just fucked up. Her gaze snapped over to her sister. "I-that is. I simply gave him a task whose value was commensurate to the value my daughter possesses in my heart." She turned to me and stood, sweeping into a deep, graceful bow. "I do apologize, Nicholas. You have surpassed my wildest expectations in a son-in-law. My love for Amaya clouded my judgement and made things harder on you than necessary. If you have any additional requests, you may impose on us to grant them."

Mordiel's jaw tightened in annoyance, and I had to fight down a whistle at the seamless admission of fault. Steering into the skid would cause a hit to her reputation in the short term, if that, but long run it would be seen as a magnanimous and honorable thing to do. Graciel was a wily bitch. It wasn't surprising she'd come up with the strategy, she was an experienced politician and it was a basic one, but changing gears that quickly and having the guts to actually commit to it showed a mental flexibility not many powerful people had.

The offer was also interesting, but mainly useless. I was taking her daughter and bailing pretty quickly after the wedding, so it wasn't like she could give me much. I was also coming back though, and if I could arrange to keep trade routes open and lucrative to Lord Town, it would make sure my town would continue to grow in power and prosperity, and that my private pipeline to another world would remain profitable while I was gone. In the spirit of that, I decided to play up my victory a bit with a misleading request.

I bowed in return, though not quite as low as Graciel had. "Your majesty is too kind. My marriage to Amaya is the happiest occasion of my life, and any gift I could imagine pales in comparison to the radiance of her smile," I heard a cute squeak of embarrassment from the direction of my fiance and suppressed a smug grin. "With the task completed and Amaya marrying into my bloodline, any request I might post would simply be icing on the cake. However, I was hoping that we might live in my town together. I take it from princess Emerald's presence negotiations have been successful for ownership of Lord Town?"

Graciel made a noise of acknowledgement, clearly withholding judgement on my favor until I asked it, though her expression was a bit sour as I stood up, having been hoping to keep her daughter in the family. This entire debacle was going to royally fuck with her life plan (no pun intended). Mordiel would use the loss of Amaya (who would become a Lord and be removed from Amethyst succession) as a platform to try to stage a coup, and though it wouldn't be immediately successful or anything, unless one or both of them had a child it would be a long hard struggle.

Since she wasn't asking me anything I chose to continue. "I simply wish that Lord Town might be made a major trade hub. Aside from trips back to my home to meet with my family and inform my family of our marriage, I wish to establish a safe and stable home in Lord Town for our family to thrive." I put on a tender expression, glancing at Amy. "I hope it can be a place where our children will grow up happy and well cared for."

My future wife's face blazed red at the comment, and she glanced shyly away. Graciel meanwhile, mostly looked annoyed in the brief seconds before her happy mask reasserted itself. I was taking her daughter away, which meant the children I'd mentioned would be of MY line, and not hers, so while she was probably happy for Amy, they served no purpose for the elder Princess. Meanwhile I was asking her to funnel resources to a bumfuck town she wanted to actively divert attention from and had just gotten from a rival kingdom, a kingdom it bordered.

That was a lot of pointless shit for a monarch to do, but it was pointless shit that she had a vested interest in accomplishing, at least in the abstract. Asking for it as a favor after she offered one meant that she would be almost obligated to accomplish the task, and she knew it. After a split second of thinking, her smile widened. "Why, of course I can. I look forward to meeting my future grandchildren as soon as possible. Perhaps the third child might be fostered in Amethyst. An heir and a spare as it were?"

I waffled a bit. I didn't care, but Amy would expect me to fight that, and besides, negotiations for things that are worthless can't net any real benefits. "Perhaps. I can certainly speak to Amaya about it in the future. For the moment I'm overjoyed to be adding to the family. I hope you won't think of this marriage as losing a daughter, but gaining a son. Amaya and I will always be a part of house Amethyst, even if we aren't involved in the succession."

Translation, don't forget that even if I don't give you one of my kids, I'm powerful and Amaya is a strong member of your bloodline, so we're politically important and can influence who ends up where. Her eyes flashed with annoyance, though none of it showed on her face. "I'm certainly glad to hear that. I do hope you'll indulge me and call me mother? I've never had a son before, and I hope we can grow close."

I tried not to envision how 'close' I wanted to be to her. I didn't mind calling her mother, though I'd much prefer to make her call me daddy. I'd get there eventually though. In the meantime I had to play up the lovey dovey angle for Amy, so I gave an angelic smile and said. "Of course, mother. Amy's family is my family." My blushing bride was almost glowing with embarrassed joy, and even my clinical detachment wavered at the sight of it. Or maybe I was just excited to ruin her in that pretty white dress.

Graciel turned to the few assembled nobles and servants and guards in the private chamber. "It seems we have a celebration to plan. Send out the invitations. In one week, my daughter will wed Nicholas of house Lord and take his name before they retire to his town on the border." Her eye twitched. "I insist everyone who can be reached share in this happy occasion." I snickered at her vindictiveness. She might be losing her kid, but she was going to rub that shit in Opal's face. I could respect the pettiness. In the meantime, the rest of me was kind of reeling. Seemed like I was about to get married. Huh, might be fun.

March 27th 2016 Gemworld 4:00 PM EDT

I had always been an intelligent guy. I'd predicted every problem that came my way with ease, maneuvered my way through situations that would kill lesser men, and survived angering people with the power of literal gods. I'd been in some bad situations, and I'd never felt too worried about them, always sure I could escape. This was not a situation like those had been.

"Come on baby, I just need you to try this one. My mother says that we need to pick the hors d'oeuvres for the reception today so that the kitchens will have time to finish them." Amy's smiling face was beaming with the same implacable cheer that had been painted across it since the engagement had been finalized. She'd been so damn cheerful since it was confirmed that it was ALMOST cute enough to make up for the absolutely monstrous amount of BULLSHIT that I was having to sift through for this wedding.

I turned to glare at my redhead, who was sitting off to one side, trying not to smirk at my pain. Barbie wasn't actively being a brat anymore, but she hadn't exactly been pleased to be called down to Amaranthine to help plan my wedding. If not for our previous discussion I think she might have tried to refuse, but as it was she was being as passive agressively unhelpful as possible without ever actually offering any resistance, which was WORSE.

Fixing a smile on my face, I pulled my bride to be closer. "I think the roasted duck skewers were fine, love. I know your mother had concerns about house Lamprey's aversion to fowl, but we can serve the herb encrusted marshmellows as well, and that should cover both everyone. Just stagger it seventy thirty in favor of the duck to account for the difference in demand. If the kitchens have a problem with splitting focus, Barbara can talk to them." I turned my wooden smile on my 'assistant'. "Isn't that right?"

Barbie's professional, helpful smile was nearly beatific enough to hide the glimmer of sadistic amusement behind those bright blue eyes. I felt my own eye twitch with the need to teach her a lesson and leave her drooling on the floor as a fucked out mess. Unfortunately aside from a few brutal throat jobs from Emerald when I had time to drag her around a corner while Amy was busy, I hadn't emptied my balls in days, and it was really pissing me off. I was nearly constantly barraged with aristocratic nonsense for the ceremony.

I'd been so proud of maneuvering myself into this situation and setting up Amy to become my bride so I could sweep her away and take her back to earth, but apparently I'd fucking jumped the gun with my smugness, because this was unbearable. The worst part was I couldn't even take that shit out on her, because she was so deliriously happy that I knew for a fact that none of this was actually malicious on her part, it was fucking Graciel making this as difficult as possible just to be a bitch.

I forced myself to take a long, slow breath. A few days was nothing, and I was going to take this out of my future marriage mommys milfy ass when I got the chance. Imagine the degrading and humiliating ways I was going to ruin Graciel in front of her whole kingdom as soon as I was strong enough at least helped with the frustration, even if it decidedly did NOT help with the horniness.

Speaking of older women who weren't helping with my horniness, Mordiel had been eye fucking me like a thirsty soccer mom for the entire time I'd been helping plan the ceremony. That would have been fun, if not for the fact that Amy was glued to my side almost every second of the day, cuddled against me like I was the world's most muscular teddy bear. The only bright spot in this entire cloudy front of shit was that I wasn't the only one suffering. Barbie was trying her best to be passive aggressive, but Amy wasn't noticing any of it, and she'd just been so godsdamned friendly.

Her hand snaked out to snag Barbie's, beaming at my redhead as I mentioned her possible role. "That is SO sweet Barbara. I really appreciate how much help you've been with this. With Emerald planning my bridal shower, we've been so short handed. I have no clue how we could have done this without you." Her eyes widened. "Oh, you are going to come to the shower aren't you? I know you're so special to Nicholas and I would love to have you there with us." She turned to her best friend. "Right Emmy?"

Aforementioned friend flushed, glancing at Barbie out of the corner of her eye, no doubt remembering the taste of her cunt as I'd forced her to lick my cock clean after I finished using my redhead. She cleared her throat. "Of course. Miss. Barbara is always welcome among us." She shot a quick glance at me. Her cheeks flushing. "I'm often jealous of how close a friendship she and Nicholas have. I hope you and I can have that kind of relationship one day."

It took active effort not to burst out laughing at the half longing, half carnal look Emerald was raking over poor innocent Amy. I shot her a wide smile. "I promise Emerald, my marriage to Amy won't ever stand in the way of your relationship. I'll make sure there's a place in our lives for you from day one. I hope I can even be an important part of your friendship. I think all three of us are going to grow closer than you can imagine."

Barbie rolled her eyes at the double entendre and Amy beamed in excitement at my seeming acceptance of her friend's place in our relationship. It was endlessly entertaining to make open ended statements like that in front of my bride to be, and watch the lustful shudder of anticipation wrack the sweet little bun haired princess. As much as I had trained her cunt to crave me (a craving I had been frustratingly unable to satisfy lately with wedding prep) I still loved seeing her obsessive need for Amy at play. I had so many fun plans for my pair of pretty princesses.

My redhead looked distinctly uncomfortable at Amy's kindness and excitement. Unlike Zee, none of this was even remotely sarcastic or malicious, and even my petty, jealous bat-bitch couldn't bring herself to hate Amy. She squeezed the princess's hand with a cheerful smile of her own. "That's very kind of you Amaya, but I couldn't possibly impose. This is your last night with your friends before you become a married woman."

Amy waved off the comment. "Don't be silly. I want the two of us to be friends. As my husband's majordomo you'll be part of my life too, and I want us to have a good relationship. In fact, please let me know if there's anything I can give you to make your job or life easier. I want you to be comfortable during our lives together, so what's mine is yours." I was glad I wasn't drinking anything when she said that, because I would have done a spit take. Even Amy was doing it now.

Honestly, if I'd had the capacity for it, I'd have probably felt bad about how oblivious she was. She wasn't stupid, just so absurdly naive and trusting it boggled the mind. Graciel had sheltered the poor girl something awful. Even her adventures hadn't prepared her for this, because she was always surrounded by loyal retainers and she'd never been with a man before, so the only thing she had to base our relationship on were stories and what I told her it should be like.

Since I wasn't capable of feeling bad, I at least planned to be gentle introducing her to the more carnal side of our one sided open marriage (well, on sided for men, she could have fun with the other girls). I'd make sure she didn't feel abandoned or unloved. She was a powerful and capable magic user I could further improve, and my key to exploiting this world, so we would have a loving and happy marriage. A bit of Eros and Psyche and some reassuring bullshit about how normal this was would smooth over the hurt feelings if there were any, and Emerald being a cunt hungry bitch would help normalize the idea of sharing once I got them together.

It was half the reason I'd broken in the sweet little whore after all, though her small stature and cuteness certainly helped. In the meantime, she seemed to be making inroads making friends among my girls without even knowing, as Barbie returned her kind smile with one of her own. Maybe my crime fighting bottom bitch was finally getting used to the way things worked.

Thanking my fiance for her generosity, Barbie stood up, gesturing down to the platters of food. "Well, since we're on such a time crunch I'd better head down to the kitchens to let them know about the menu. There's no need to worry about a thing, either of you. We're in the final stretch, and I just know this wedding will be wonderful." I could tell she even meant the reassurance somewhat, which was huge personal growth for her. I reinforced my plans to merge her soon to give her access to a bloodline. She was certainly earning it.

I'd been slightly worried about our return to Gotham, but Barbie had been coming around wonderfully. Once I ranked her up a bit, I could demolish that pussy at maximum dragon levels too, and get my claws into her even tighter. Her insistence on blacking out from pleasure overload when I was hitting my stride made properly dicking her down kind of inconvenient. It was a good think I had Emerald's pretty little princess pussy to pound out my frustration on every night when I was done with my redhead. Or I had, and would again after I just got through this damn wedding.

Speaking of the wedding, I made a point to reassure Amy, pulling my princess into my lap and cuddling her against me. She almost purred with contentment at the motion, her cheeks flushing. "Oh, Nicky. Not in front of Emmy. She doesn't want to see us being intimate." I almost choked at the patent falsehood of that statement, but managed to hold it in, despite the deep flush on Emerald's face.

Still, i kissed my way up her neck from her collarbone and along her jaw. 'I can't help it my love. You're so damn perfect. I'm so lucky to be able to marry you." Which was true. Fucking her into submission could take ages if I couldn't find her hook. I was ninety percent sure the marriage ceremony would be a complete surrender to me on her part, and would count for the Branding. It was going to save me literal months most likely.

Amy cooed with excitement, pulling me into a frantic kiss, mashing her mouth against mine, gasping out words between short, hot kisses. "Oh. Mmf. Nicky. I feel the same. Mmf, I can't wait to be your wife. To belong to you, body and soul." That was exactly what I liked to hear. I'd been planting that seed for a few days now, reinforcing that mindset with all our conversations, and she'd been extremely receptive.

I kissed my way down her neck, looking over her shoulder and into Emerald's eyes as I triggered the Brand, forcing the delicate little bun haired princess to have a knee knocking cunt clenching orgasm right there in the middle of the hall right behind Amy's back. I smiled at the glazed, dopey look on the smaller girl's face as I spoke into Amy's ear. Making sure the other girl heard me loud and clear. "Of course, baby. I promise. I always take good care of what's mine."

March 29th 2016 Gemworld 1:00 PM EDT

It was time. Today was the day of my wedding. The entire process had been both far too long and oddly short, seeming to take forever while it was happening and being gone much too quickly. Thinking about all this, I was almost oddly anticipatory about the ceremony. Not for any of the reasons a normal groom would be, I didn't think, but for other reasons I hadn't really considered before.

Amy was about to be MINE. Not like the girls I branded, or even the ones I bred. Amy was going to be mine in a whole new way, a new possession I'd never had before. I'd had women, had whores, had even impregnated a few of them, but I had never had a wife. What would it be like to have a wife, I wondered? Branding was great, but it was a completely involuntary thing aside from the actual process of surrender. Amy was letting me take possession of her forever without even needing the mark. She'd be getting it anyway, but still, the idea that she was willing to belong to me like that was...intoxicating.

I stared at myself in the mirror, checking over my formal court clothes. With the aesthetic here, a suit was out, so I'd be getting married in a deep purple velvet noble's outfit with gold trim. It was surprisingly tasteful for being so garishly colored, and it looked pretty regal. I would probably keep it. The gold and purple worked well with my green dragon aspects, giving off a pretty interesting mardi gras vibe. It would be a great costume when I got back, I'd just have to upgrade the set a few times.

The door clicked closed behind me and I turned to see Barbie entering. I gave her a wide smile. "Here to wish me luck on my big day? Or are you feeling a little left out? I'd be happy to pay you some attention, but you're going to need to swallow." I shot her a wink and I saw her pupils dilate a bit in arousal, but her face didn't show any of it, remaining stoic and a little melancholy.

She looked me over with a sigh. "You know, I almost feel bad for her. As much as I wish I was in her place, knowing that you lack the ability to care about us as anything but holes to fuck kind of takes the shine off the apple so to speak. Poor girl thinks she's getting a fairy tale wedding to a handsome prince, but you probably don't even care. I...I really wish you could care, Nicky. Like offering to let me suck you off to make me feel better was NOT a valid strategy for comfort right now."

I shrugged. "Don't misunderstand, I just know you like showing you have value. There aren't a lot of spymaster tasks or administrative duties to do for something like this, at least not at this point, but even when you aren't able to be useful in other ways you're still desirable. If I gave you the impression you're a whore to me, it wasn't my intention. You BELONG to me, Barbara Gordon. Sex is one of the many ways I may choose to use whats mine, but don't dismiss my attention as being purely sexual. There are much less difficult women I could fuck. I keep you around despite your brattiness because I like you."

"That..." Her brow furrowed. "I can't tell if that's almost sweet or just flat out confusing. You don't care about other people, do you? You make it sound like you have no real emotions about others. How can you want me around if you think I'm more trouble than I'm worth?" Her eyes were swimming with uncertainty and a bit of longing, and I knew what she was hoping to hear. I couldn't believably convince her that she had taught me to discover my humanity and helped me learn how to love, but there were ways to couch it that would be...kinder, I supposed.

I took a breath, lining up my thoughts so I could express this right. "I feel things. I feel anger, possessiveness, joy. I don't really feel those things for other people, so much as I feel them as a reaction to stimuli that affects me personally. You stimulate me. You make me angry, but not enough to make me want to get rid of you, you make me possessive, you bring me joy. You're my favorite treasure, I think, at least in many ways. I don't know if that means anything to you, or if it's not enough, but that's what you mean to me."

It had taken me a while to really understand why I put up with Barbie despite her irritating habits. But it hadn't been too complicated once I really let got of my preconceptions about other people and just looked at her as what she was. Mine. People had treasured items that they liked better than others. I liked Barbie. She was a pouty, needy little bitch sometimes, but she kept me amused. She kept me wanting more.

She looked conflicted. "I...I don't know how I feel about that." She let out a bitter laugh. "Being told by my boyfriend on his wedding day that he thinks of me as an object should be horrifying, but...I like it?" Her cheeks flushed. "I like that you need me. That you want me. It's stupid, and self-destructive but I love you. I love you Nicky, and knowing that you treasure me like that makes me happy. It wouldn't be enough if it was anyone else. But it's enough from you." Her eyes were watering, small, pretty tears streaking down her cheeks, but I could tell they were happy tears.

I stepped forward, not sure how to do this part. If I was in character I'd be hugging her, so I was going to do that for real. It felt odd to hug someone without the persona to motivate me. Just alien to me. I pulled her against me, and she snuggled in. I patted her hair. "You can never leave me." I said firmly. "I wouldn't let you. You're my property Barbara. You belong to me, ever since I painted that mark on your cute little ass in that alley you've never had a choice. You didn't know it, hell I didn't know it at the time, but you're mine for eternity."

She shuddered, whispering. "Yes daddy." That one got a raised eyebrow from me. She almost never called me that when we weren't fucking. I reached into her with Eros and Psyche and felt her desires, and all she wanted was...well, me. She was consumed by me, drowning in me. She wanted me so badly it was eating her alive. I was hard within seconds, and if I didn't have this damn ceremony to get through I'd have fucked her through the stone wall of the castle. Instead I just reached down and groped her ass a bit, just to tide me over.

Squeaking, she shoved me back, stumbling away with a laugh. "You're an asshole. I was having this big revelation about how you care in your own way and you just start feeling me up. But fine. I don't mind. I don't even mind that I can't get away. I don't want to get away. I want to be yours. You want me. Even if it's not how most men would want me you do. Dick didn't want me, Batman didn't really want me, I had to force him to accept me as Batgirl, and my dad didn't want me enough to stop spending all his time at work. I like being a priority. I know this is all meaningless to you, but I wanted to at least say it out loud."

I shrugged. "I don't mind. You belong to me, if you need to state it for everyone to hear you can, doesn't change anything on my end. Since we've gotten this far though, I've been preparing a surprise for you once the wedding ends. Something you've been waiting for."

"Okay." She said slowly. "Am I going to have to slurp this surprise out of a ruined pussy? Because I'll tell you right now that if I do, you are grossly misreading this situation, and the gift isn't as romantic as you seem to think it is. Not that I don't enjoy sex, but this isn't really the time to bring that up." Her pout was kind of adorable as she muttered that last part, even to me.

Rolling my eyes, I just shook my head. "It's not sexual." I paused. "Well, it's not INHERENTLY sexual. I have a feeling I'm going to be putting it to use sexually plenty. But no, it's something else. No hints though. Just come and see me after the ceremony and we can talk about it." She gave me a winning smile and I leaned down to peck her on the lips. She preened at the contact, and I mentally added a fondness for quick kisses to my list of positive feedback behaviors for Barbie.

With that, she turned and walked out, and for a girl who claimed this wasn't exactly the time for sexual matters, she put a lot of wiggle in that tight little ass as she left. Once she was gone I turned back to the mirror, only to be interrupted by another knock. I groaned in annoyance, stalking over to pull the door open. "Damn it, can't a man get ready for his own wedding in pea-" I froze as the door swung open, showing Mordiel smirking at me.

"I can come back later if you like?" She purred. Her voice was like melted chocolate, smooth and dark and decadent. Her eyes raked over me. "Though I'm glad I at least made the trip, you look quite dashing in your wedding clothes. I do always enjoy the view, but this adds a little something...special, to the show." She looked up at me, affecting a small pout. "That is, if you don't want me to come in?"

She leaned forward as she said this, and her already fat milfy tits were almost spilling from her tightly corseted bodice. I was at E-rank and I was protected from her by political arrangements, so I suddenly had a lot less of a reason to dent her entry. I stepped back, gesturing in. "Please Auntie, come inside." I said, calling her by the name she'd asked me to use after the meeting when I got back. "I apologize for the rude reception." She walked past me, and I drooled at the fucking cake she was packing out back, even through that poofy dress. Baby had back. Not like, Whisper booty, but Mordiel had plenty of junk in the royal trunk. Once she was inside she strolled up to the mirror, preening as she glanced over herself. "I enjoy this dress. I believe it makes me look quite fetching. Don't you think so Nicholas?"

She glanced slyly over her shoulder as she asked, and I nodded. I was getting some heavy predator prey vibes here, and while that wasn't normally my thing, I didn't mind playing gazelle to this fat tittied lion if it got me in there. I was about to be a married man after all, it would be nice of my new auntie to give me a private bachelor party to send me off from the single life. "You look wonderful Auntie. A treat for any man to gaze upon. Might I ask what you're doing here before the ceremony?"

A hand went to her mouth as she giggled, a sound that seemed oddly perverse coming from such a composed older woman. "Oh, I just had a thought. You see, Graciel seems to think she's losing her daughter, but as you said in the audience, I think it's more like she's gaining a son. Granted not in a way that would enable her to have you become the heir, but still, you're giving her another child." With a flick of one hand she unclipped a hook or something on the corset, letting her fat tits tumble free as she turned to face me. Her eyes were hungry. "That sounds like such a wonderful experience. I think it's only fair for you to give me a child as well." Ok, it was official. I fucking loved weddings.

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I'd like to claim I had some sort of suave response to that, like I shot back with some cool retort, but I'll be honest. I just kind of gaped. First of all. Tits. Which, you know, exposure or not, are always fun. Secondly, milf tits. Which I had much LESS exposure to, and which honestly I lusted after a bit more than tight teen jugs, something about older women just got my engine running, and Mordiel was a hell of a woman.

Lastly, they were...really nice tits. Fat but perky, jiggly in a way that made my mouth water, with sweet strawberry milk nipples that were perfectly sized for the huge fun bags. I drooled for a bit. Sue me. Eventually though, I got back to the business at hand and tried to get into character. Clearing my throat, I tried to look as uncomfortable as possible without actually averting my eyes, because I wanted to fucking gorge my vision on those works of art.

It wasn't just milf tits though. Mordiel was a C-ranker. Unlike some of the less holistic methods of ranking up, bloodline nobles seemed to just get qualitatively better as they ranked up, and apparently the logic applied to their whole bodies. Still, I made myself keep a calm and even tone as I finally asked. "Auntie, I'm not sure what you're doing, but please put your dress back on. It's my wedding day."

As much as I wanted to fuck her, Amy was my ticket home. I wasn't going to endanger my wedding and my subsequent meal ticket for pussy, no matter how fucking scrumptious it probably was. Mordiel flicked a wrist, and the bolts on the door all slammed home, locking it tight and trapping us in here together. The motion put some serious bounce in those mommy milkers, and I appreciated it.

"Don't insult my intelligence, boy." Her voice was a soft purr. "You aren't as convincing as you think. Amaya might buy your fairy tale prince act, but I can see the lust in your eyes. You're a ravenous little beast. A rutting animal constantly on the hunt for willing flesh. Did you think it would go unnoticed what you've been doing to the little Emerald princess? We're responsible for her safety while she attends the wedding. We watch her regularly."

Ah. Well, shit. I hadn't considered that. I kept my poker face up, but decided to cut some of the bullshit. "Assuming that was true, what's your motivation for this little scene. As much as I'd love to assume that you're just unable to resist my fat dragon dick, the timing here is suspicious. I mean, it's my literal wedding day. You expect me to believe you're willing to take a risk like this for a good pounding?"

She giggled at that. "Oh good, you aren't an idiot. I already said, boy. I want you to give me a child. With Amaya gone the line of succession defaults to me, but only if Graciel dies, which she won't. If I have a baby then I'll have priority in the line of succession. I can use that to oust her from power. Continuity is important in royal lines. Being able to hold the throne would help me prepare it for my own child, and should be what I need to get rid of her. Don't worry, you won't be expected to raise the baby. You've got a powerful and useful bloodline but you aren't an Amethyst, and you have no dynasty to lay claim to my heir."

"Well." I said carefully. "That's...understandable. I suppose. But why would I want you to be in charge here? You're Amy's aunt but you aren't a fan of hers. It would be stupid to help someone take the throne who won't work in my own interests or that of my wife. Not to mention the trouble that I'll have to deal with when Amy finds out."

Mordiel reached up to toy with a nipple, tugging and twisting it until it hardened as I watched hungrily. "I have no reason to do so. You'll be taking her away so she won't be my problem, and she won't find out until you get back. But really, we both know why you're going to do this. We both know that you can't say no. That you don't even want to." She grinned at me dirtily. "Do you want me to say it out loud?"

I swallowed, nodding. And she shuddered a bit in lust. "Gods yes. You want me because I'm strong, and beautiful, and planting your seed in me would be a triumph. But most importantly." She stepped forward, walking towards me with a hip swaying gait that bounced those fat tits enticingly as she leaned up to whisper in my ear. "You want to breed me today. To take my royal cunt and leave your spawn to take root inside me as you look down at me from the altar next to my sweet innocent little niece. Impregnate me, beast. Rut me into submission so you can stare down at me as your pretty little wife says I do and know your child grows inside me."

Her back hit the wall so hard the fucking rocks cracked as I tore the rest of her dress off. She gave a happy squeal that didn't fit with her regal image as I reached down to manhandle my cock free, barely with enough presence of mind not to just tear my pants off as I shoved myself into her without a single second of hesitation or prep. She cooed in exultation as I bottomed out. "Oh there he is. Whose my good boy? Are you going to help your poor old auntie get the baby she wants darling?"

Her eyes were unfocused with lust, and they almost crossed when I pulled out and shoved back in. This world was fucking amazing for my sex life. I'd had vibrating pussy, magic soul pussy, virgin pussy, even princess pussy. All of that faded away as that royal cunt clamped down on me like a fucking vice. Mordiel was a goddamn bear trap, she was so tight I was pretty sure it would have literally injured me if I hadn't been a dragon.

Her cunt was so hot it was just shy of painful, and her muscles gripped and squeezed at me almost violently. I suddenly realized the other reason she probably needed me. This fucking cunt was dangerous. Pussy like this could kill a man. As a dragon I was probably better equipped (pun intended) to hammer this uppity bitch to happy town than any other man in the kingdom. Bloodlines upgraded bodies, but not all the same. The dragon bloodlines had always been physically hardier.

I was almost sweating at the tension of being inside her, and Mordiel's eyes focused on me as she reached up to gently stroke my cheek, cooing mockingly. "Is this too much sweetling? Is my little beast too gentle and sensitive for auntie's needy old twat? If you can't handle it I can find someone else. I don't want to injure my sweet boy." Her voice was dripping with mockery and challenge and I snarled, yanking away and spinning her around, shoving her over and letting that fat milfy cake stick up in the air as I shoved back in from behind.

She hissed with glee as I dug my fingertips, now claws into her fat royal ass with a grunt, slamming myself all the way down before pulling out and hammering it back in, battering the back of her uppity royal cunt. She grunted in exultation at the sensation and I picked up speed. "You mouthy old whore. You think you can talk to me like that? You think I'm some fucking pet you can just play with how you feel like it." I channeled my blodline into my body, augmenting my physical power so I could smash my hips into her fat jiggly ass even harder.

'Yes!" She crowed. "This isn't enough you little animal. Those pathetic simpering nobles can't even withstand my cunt, I need a beast. I need to bred by an monster. Rut me you little bastard. This is how a true princess earns her throne, riding a fucking dragon." She giggled madly. "I suppose it's a bit backwards though. My dragon shoves his tower inside of me. At least if he can fucking stand it."

I groaned as I forced myself to take her even harder. "You fucking bitch. This fucking poison pussy could kill a man. You crush all those simpering noble boys with this fucking death cunt? Did you think you could do the same to me?" I was smashing into her fucking cervix like a battering ram, and the fucking razors edge of pain and absolute ecstasy I was on was making it hard for me to focus on anything but ruining this arrogant whore.

She squealed with excitement. "I've been empty so long baby. None of them could do it. None of them could fill me. I wouldn't let those limp dicks put a baby in me. I could have been trying for years, but if a man wants my womb he has to fucking take it. Take my womb darling. Claim the fucking treasure and put a baby in your bitch princess. Give me that fucking dragon nut!"

This was, understandably, hot for me. I would have fucked her harder but I was incapable of shoving my cock into her vicious scalding twat with any more force as I was. It was plenty though, her cunt was being battered into shape, getting more and more perfect with every fucking smash of my hips against that fat pillowy ass. Watching those thick white cheeks cave in under the impact of my fucking as she screamed for more was about the hottest thing I'd ever seen, and the sensations made it even better.

I was acclimating to the tightness and heat, to the sopping scalding furnace of her cunt, and every blow against her cervix made her insides feel just a little more friendly to me, I was fucking making myself at home in this bitch. She looked over her shoulder with a fuck drunk grin, her teeth shining at she sneered happily. "Remember this feeling darling. When you're having slow passionate sex with my sweet little niece. Remember auntie's perfect hungry pussy. She'll never be as good as me. She'll never take you this hard."

I yanked up on her hair, crushing her mouth against mine. "You fucking cunt. You love the idea of stealing her baby don't you? Of being able to tell her someday that her husband mounted and bred you on her wedding day? You're a dick fucking bitch you know that?" She fucked like a godsdamned rock star though. If this was a linear progression I needed to start upgrading my girls again, because this was the most intense fuck I'd ever had.

She cackled. "Poor little Amaya, mommy's little treasure. She gets everything she wants. Well not this time. I'm getting her man's seed in my cunt. I'm getting the baby she won't have until years from now. Enjoy my wedding gift darling, a fertile royal pussy to impregnate on your big day. Tell me how it feels."

I didn't respond to the question. It was pointless anyway. That violent fuck machine cunt of hers was milking me just right and I finally slammed all the way into her and nutted, dumping the thickest, most vital load I could possibly manage into her sweet milf pussy as I focused on Eros and Psyche and made sure that this load would fertilize. She squealed with delight as she came at the sensation of being filled, rippling around me like a fucking exploding sun as she milked the cum from my balls. I let go and staggered back, patting her on the ass as I stumbled over to a chair. Huh, probably should have thought that through, but oh well, at the very least I'd have an in with this feisty bitch next time I was in town. I wanted seconds.