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April 3rd 2016 Brightedge City 10:00 PM EDT

"So you're absolutely sure this is the right place?" I asked goon 7. "Because you assholes swore that Mad Hatter was holed up in that abandoned boarding house, and it turned out to be a hat rack. I get that there's some leeway because of the dirty windows, but that's still a big fuckup. You can absolutely swear to me that a group of metas is in there? Because if we go in there and it's just a bunch of folding chairs with coats on them, it's YOUR ass. You get that right?"

Goon 7 nodded solemnly, which would have been a lot more convincing before the hat rack incident. Still, I had to admit I wasn't entirely neutral about the whole thing. It had been hours and this had been much less productive than expected. I was an inherently lazy person, and doing this much work for no real material benefit was agitating me. I was more than willing to follow up on bullshit in order to get this over with.

So I slipped up to the side of the abandoned shaving cream company, and climbed nimbly up the wall to peek in through the window. When I got up to the top, I glanced in through the window, and had to choke back a cheer as I saw...assholes. A handful of random metahumans that looked like they would be a serious threat to most people. A really big ugly guy with a red mullet, a little short kid with a bald head in a stupid green jumpsuit, a sexy little thing with pink hair in an admittedly weird updo that kind of worked for her, a dude with pale skin and a stupid purple cape, and a guy in all red.

A quick appraisal revealed they were all metas. Byron, aka Mammoth, the big guy, had superhuman strength, but only at G rank. Cape dude, aka Kyd Wykkyd (yes that was his real name) was a G ranked magic user who did portal shit. The bald kid went by Gizmo, and he was an H ranked supergenius who made tech shit, and the red suited asshole was an H ranker named Billy Numerous, no prizes for guessing his power.

The biggest point of interest to me though, was obviously the girl. Jennifer Murphy aka Jinx. Probability manipulation at F rank. I didn't have anyone on my crew that could fuck with luck, and that could be a neat ability to mess with. I was pretty sure she was incapable of hurting me with her luck bullshit, since it was only F rank, and anything she could cause to happen would literally just bounce off me. But still, I didn't want to spook her.

Rather than charge in and stomp them all, I decided to go in with so swagger and flash a little bling. If one of them tried some shit, which I assumed would happen, I'd slap them around to prove my abilities, and then recruit them. No reason to waste talent. I could always use more metas, even if most of them were pretty useless. Being back on Earth, I had to play things a bit more subtle so I didn't piss off the League. Having a few notable thugs to run errands in my supervillain identity would pull focus from my actual activities.

I had the others back off as I approached the entrance to the building, made sure my mask was secure, and then knocked three times on the door, in a calm, steady rhythm. There was a brief wait after the knock before someone finally said "...what?" They sounded confused, which I got. Knocking implied I knew someone was in there, and if I knew who was inside it seemed stupid to approach.

Thinking about it, waiting would set a bad precedent, so I reached down and gripped the handle of the door and twisted it until it snapped. Before pushing it open I flooded a wave of air under the door and up with my Vital Tempest, shoving the bar I suspect was there off so I didn't get stuck like an idiot, before pushing the door wide open and stepping inside. "Wha-hey! You can't just come in here!" Shouted an outraged female voice. Jinx I assumed.

I just walked inside and looked around. "Bad move snot sniffer! Bellowed a high pitched annoying screech. There was a series of clicks and bangs and a bunch of robots came scurrying out of the shadows to launch a dozen clouds of green sludge at me. I considered dodging, but honestly it seemed like too much trouble, so I just called the tempest and waved a hand, fry it all with lightning midair.

The sludge had been fired by H ranked robots and wasn't particularly potent or durable, so I didn't need to put much effort into the act of destroying it. Still, the response time was decent, so I nodded. "Acceptable reactions. Well done. If you do it again I'm going to melt your toys into slag. I'm here to talk, and you're all going to listen." I reached into my pouch and pulled out a fist sized emerald from my bandit treasury stash. "If you do, there's more where this came from."

Jinx caught the emerald with wide eyes, staring down at it hungrily, and I had to fight the urge to laugh. Teenage supervillains. Was there any group of people more enamored with shiny things? After seeing me vaporize a wave of sludge, it didn't look like they were anxious to try me, which was fine, it just meant I wouldn't need to waste healing on Mammoth after I curb stomped him.

The pink haired girl, having processed the big ass rock, cleared her throat. "Um. Ok, I guess. This is enough to cover the door and a bit of our time. We can hear you out." Her voice was a bit shaky, which I got, because magically that wave of green lightning had been pretty terrifying. E rank destruction magic pretty much, and as a magic user, Jinx would have been able to feel that.

I decided to let them keep their ego by pretending I didn't force them into this, walking over to plop down in a chair nearby. "So...you may have noticed the city going through some...changes. Gotham and Metropolis are gone, this is Brightedge, and we're all sharing the same territory, which is going to be at a premium. I've partnered up with the Penguin, and my crew and I are...expanding."

Gesturing to all of them, I chuckled. "You're all in my new territory, but honestly, I see potential in your group. So rather than just crushing you all into meat paste, I'd like to make you all an offer." I pointed at the emerald. "Work for me. I have plenty more stones like that, and I'm not shy about handing out bonuses. I pay pretty damn well. All you need to do is what you've been doing, just with a bit more backup. I'll have you shadow some of my people to get the lay of the land and a better understanding of how things work in my organization."

Once again I went with carrot over stick. Offering to pay them off was just more convenient for me, plus I already scared them a bit with the show of force, and seeing my people work would definitely make an even bigger impression. To prove my point, I pulled out a fist sized G rank opal and tossed it to Jinx, who caught it in her other hard. Her pink eyes snapped to the rock as she realized it was imbued with magic as well as being big and extremely valuable. She swallowed hard.

After a second to process this one, she got her head in the game, and started doing what any self respecting villain would do. Negotiating. "These are nice, for sure, but you haven't mentioned any specifics. Generous with bonuses is pretty vague. What are we getting paid? What are we going to be doing? Who the hell are you? We need to know answers before we can commit to working for you, though I can't say you're not making a tempting offer so far."

I appreciated good business acumen. "Fair enough I suppose. I'll commit to a stone for each of you per week. They're worth over ten thousand a piece. You'll be dealing with problems as they crop up, though as I said you'll do it with support. My name is Mammon, and I doubt you've heard of me. I've been away for a while, though I was making quite the commotion before I left. But I can see that you aren't convinced." I stood up, brushing off my pants. I turned to look at Mammoth, who was their obvious heavy. "Tell you what, you can have a free shot. Just one, as hard as you can."

Between my draconic physique and the Mantle of Raiden there was no chance a G ranked strong man was going to manage to hurt me. I doubted I'd even feel the blow. Dragons were the best at this kind of thing. Our physical bodies were monstrous. Mammoth, for his part, looked unsure, but he also seemed determined. I just waved him on. The big bastard wasn't going to be able to do much to me, so the faster he took his shot the faster I'd demonstrate that their heaviest physical hitter couldn't do shit.

Mammoth stepped up, braced himself, and then hauled back and belted me right in the chest. He fucking dug it out too. Stepped into it and threw all the weight he had behind the blow. My Mantle of Raiden blunted the impact somewhat, and my draconic body tanked the rest of it easy, but I'd gone up on my toes to ground myself, and the punch actually pushed my feet slightly into the ground. Mammoth was like Waylon had been. G rank but entirely muscle focused. He had some juice for someone so low ranking.

I was about to tell him so when a pink sphere of energy smashed into my body. As soon as he got out of the way the burst of magic hit me dead on, this one quite a bit stronger than the punch. The Mantle grounded the burst, but it actually took a second to discharge, and I felt the bleedthrough as a physical blow. I actually took a step back from the impact. I turned my head slowly to look at Jinx, who grinned. She just giggled guiltily. "You didn't say which you? It looked like fun I wanted to take my shot too."

Rolling my eyes, I waved it off. "Fine, I wasn't specific so I'll let it slide. It's not like it did much anyway. If one of you attacks me again though, I'm going to consider it a challenge and fight you. Trust me, you don't want that." I hadn't even needed to shift for any of this. I was just in my baseline human form, and I'd still crushed their wills easily. "Now, I know who you all are, but if you're working with me, I should at least know that name of your crew. I assume a bunch of metas grouping up like this has a name."

Jinx smirked and puffed out her chest, which was modest but not bad. "Well since you seem to know our names I'll skip those, though I'd like to know how you heard them later. As a group though, we call ourselves the HIVE Five. We were trained at the HIVE Academy for supervillains, and we're some of the most promising graduates that place has ever produced."

"Alright." I said. "Well I don't have a name for my team, so you can keep yours while you work for me. I'll have you working with my people, and they'll show you the ropes. For now though, get ready to move out. I'll leave some of Penguin's goons here, but I'm heading back to the Iceberg Lounge and you're coming with me." I grinned at them behind my mask. "I can't wait to introduce you to my team."

April 3rd 2016 Brightedge City, Palace of Debauchery 11:00 PM EDT

In the end, we were able to take over about ten square miles of territory around the Iceberg Lounge total. Jinx and her crew were in charge of the area they were in, and they were happy to turn it over. Jinx seemed fascinated by me, but was swept away by Strega when we got to the lounge, she declared she was going to be taking her as an apprentice, and hurried her off home while I left the other newbies with Barbie, telling her and Amy to deal with them as revenge while I dragged Jay off for a casual facefuck.

I'd have liked to bounce the little slut on my dick for a while, but I was exhausted and wanted to go home, she was gonna get my nut like she'd been hinting at and I'd give her a try later when I had the time. She wasn't up to par with any of my girls in terms of technique or sensation, but she had zero gag reflex and just hung on while I fucked her throat. In it's own way, helplessly choking on my dick like a toy was almost as good as one my girls pulling their usual tricks. Jay had a gift for just fucking taking it, and while I was hardly going all out on the fragile little human girl, I definitely had my fun.

With my petty little revenge blowie out of the way (because if my wife was going to ruin my night, I was going to get my knob slobbered while I made her do busywork) we made our way back to the house to finally settle in. It was exhausting, and I was glad to be back. I didn't bother with all the welcome home stuff, just said my hello's to anyone I'd missed before and headed up to my room to flop down on my bed.

The door slammed shut behind me, and I turned over with a groan to find Dinah looking at me unreadably, Whisper a step behind her, looking down at the floor submissively. Apparently they had established a dynamic when I was gone. I guess being the first woman knocked up by her lord made Dinah Whisper's top bitch. Despite being tired, I still kind of wanted them around. I opened my arms. "Alright. Both of you get in this bed. I have time for some baby mama bonding before bed."

They bolted over and hurled themselves into my arms, Dinah laying her head on me as Whisper practically burrowed in. I groped a fat handfull of bowling ball booty as she snuggled close. That fucking dumptruck ass was like a stress ball for me. I squeezed an kneaded it a bit as I cuddled them. Very relaxing. I looked down at Dinah with a grin. "You still mad at me? I know you aren't happy I left, but it wasn't exactly planned. I was only supposed to be gone for like...an hour. That fucking candle really screwed us."

She just sighed, her head thumping on my chest. "Would it even bother you if I was? I'm not an idiot Nicky. I know how you are. At least I'm glad you seem to be genuinely happy to see me, though I suspect part of that is my pregnancy tits coming in. I've noticed you staring. Still, you at least arranged for Ingrid to come see me, so you do care at least a bit. I'm not going to push for more."

I blinked at that. "I...was expecting a lot more angst at that reveal. Barbie had this whole crisis of conscience and inner battle thing when she realized I was a sociopath. Aren't you supposed to be all brooding and damaged that the father of your child is a monster?" I probably should have just let it go, but I was pretty curious. This was something I had almost no grasp on, and understanding people better in this department might help me with interaction later.

"Please." Dinah said with a snort. "Nicky. You seduced and impregnated a woman twice your age. I'm vain enough to enjoy your attention, and I'm admittedly pretty attached. But this was always a selfish milf and her morally questionable boytoy. I had no illusions that I was the bad guy when I let you fuck me while I was with Ollie, or when I asked you to knock me up. Granted, I wasn't expecting you to be able to impregnate me on demand, so that was a shock, but I'm not a teenaged girl."

I raised an eyebrow. "Boytoy? I'm a man toy at worst. Or I guess a dragon toy at this point. But you're still taking this pretty well. Admittedly fantastic new mommy milkers aside, most women would be upset at being seduced away from their boyfriend and lifestyle."

She just shrugged. "I was willing to be seduced. I won't pretend this is my fairy tale. But a hot young guy with a fat dick who never runs out of stamina and showers me an my baby in whatever we need isn't exactly a hardship. I've wanted a baby for a while. I talked to Ollie about it a few times, but he never felt like it was right. He barely cared about our sex life anymore. It was part of why you had such an easy time getting me into bed. It felt nice to be wanted. It still does. You still want me. I like that. I'm not going to help you destroy the world or anything, but you mostly seem to be kind of a thief. If Batman can clap Catwoman's cheeks my having a morally questionable teen baby daddy isn't that crazy."

It was hard not to laugh at that. "Well...that's kind of a relief. How much of this was being trapped in the house for months with a therapist? Because if it was more than a bit I owe Ingrid a fruit basket or something. I wasn't looking forward to trying to win back my heartbroken baby mama when she was doubting everything we had."

"Half." She said teasingly. "At least. She definitely helped me work through some things. I'm just...I'm tired Nicky. Black Canary had so much pressure on her, and getting pregnant, breaking up with Ollie, it all just kind of lifted the burden. I'm just a woman carrying her first child. It's hard to resent the things that lead to it. If you turn into some murderous megalomaniac I might change my mind, but for now I-oh for the love of god. Whisper you crazy whore, can you hold off for five minutes?"

My redhead priestess had started unlacing my fancy Gemworld pants and was trying to tug my cock out while Dinah talked. At the blonde's words she froze, looking up guiltily and laced them back up, burying her face in my side with a pout. I snickered and traced my fingers up under her shirt to run them over her tattooed wings. I snickered at the interaction. "Well, you two certainly seemed to have bonded. My girls seem to enjoy playing with each other, I don't suppose the two of you have been fucking?"

Dinah rolled her eyes. "Well your mindbroken lizard slut needs pretty constant sexual attention." Her voice was fond as she glanced sideways at Whisper despite the harsh words. "I realized after the first week that strapping her into a coma was a pretty decent way to make her more docile. It never scratched the itch the way you can, but I was able to borrow a strap on from Jade. I didn't ask why she had it, and I don't really want to know." She took in my smirk. "Oh fuck you. This is your fault. I was fine until I got on your dick and I've been crawling up the walls since. I would have been a lot harder to tempt if I wasn't constantly horny." She reached out and slapped a fat cheek. "Though this fucking behemoth ass didn't help."

I'd been training Dinah to be bicurious via Eros and Psych in prep for my threesome with her and Barbie, so I was hardly shocked she swung both ways. The idea of her using a strap on to fuck Whisper was pretty hot, and I planned to see it in person soon enough. We'd be double teaming that bitch before the end of the week. Still, we were talking for now, so I moved on. "I trust Leslie got all settled in? You and Ingrid are definitely the only two people here I would trust to help her feel at home."

Dinah rolled her eyes. "Yes. How you managed to give that girl a hero complex and an inferiority complex within an hour or two of meeting her I have no idea. Poor thing doesn't have any idea how you are, though my greeting certainly helped shed some light. Still, we've been taking bets on how long before you fuck her."

I gasped in faux outrage. "How do you know she's even my type?" Dinah just stared at me blandly for a minute before I finally started cackling. It took me a minute or two to calm down. "Oh, wow. Sorry. I needed that. But no, I'm not planning to pursue her." Her bland look became skeptical. "I'm not." I said, holding up my hands. She wasn't buying it, so I finally sighed and admitted with a grin. "I'm going to wait until she throws herself at me. It'll be more fun that way. Oh speaking of bitches who can't get enough of me but like to talk shit, how is Jade?"

She snorted. "Weirdly, not bad. Somehow being forbidden from having sex with her husband has made them much friendlier with each other. They kind of platonically co-parent now. I've seen Ingrid in counseling with them a few times. so I think it was her. That woman is so good at her job it's terrifying. She and Artemis have been getting along better too. I think Ingrid may scare me more than most of the villains I've met. Or she would if it was possible not to adore her."

I hadn't expected that. I obviously wasn't letting Jade's limp dick ex fuck my kitty. That had been one of the rules I enforced with the brand. But I'd figured he'd be bitter. Imagine being a more emo Roy than Roy. I hadn't mentioned it to her when I did it because it was funnier that way, but she was literally incapable of having sex with him, still I didn't really give a shit what she did otherwise, and if they both wanted to be in their kid's life I was fine with that. Maybe I could hire him as a Manny when the kids were born or something.

Whisper, who was curled against me still, wiggled a bit and whined like a bitch in heat. I snickered as I glanced over at Dinah. "Seems like our little redhead is feeling extra frisky now that her master is home. Want to help me have some fun with her before bed? I was a bit tired, but what can I say, the two of you are good motivation. If you're up for it." I winked at her before groping Whisper, getting a low moan from my priestess.

Dinah huffed in feigned annoyance. "Ugh, fine you sloppy drooling whore. Whip it out and slobber him up for me." Whisper's eyes went wide in excitement, having gotten what she wanted without interrupting either of of the people in charge or her, as she dove to start unlacing my pants again, Dinah's hands shot out and caught her face, pulling her into a bruising kiss before pulling back with a feral smile. "But don't you get him off slut." She ran her hand down to cup my cock through my pants as Whisper tried to free it. "Mama needs to go for a ride."

April 3rd 2016 Brightedge City, Palace of Debauchery 12:00 AM EDT

smut chapter. rough sex warning ahead. BDSM and verbal abuse with consent.

Whisper shoved herself down my cock was the only air hose on a sinking submarine. Seriously, that bitch rolled her throat down me like a fresh condom. I groaned in appreciation at the sensation. Fuck that was good. I forgot how much I loved her blowjobs. It wasn't a vibrating pussy or a soul fuck or anything, but this fucking mouth was my property. I belonged in her, and it felt fantastic knowing that she was probably cumming just from the sensation of choking herself out on my dick.

Dinah was staring at Whisper hungrily, brushing her hair aside to watch her slobber on my dick. Cooing to her in a soft sweet voice. "Look at you, you broken psychotic whore. You feel whole again with your lord inside you?" Whisper stiffened with a high pitched moan as Dinah presumably started playing with her cunt. "Fuck yes you are. You're running like a faucet you sloppy bitch. You getting ready for what we're gonna do to you?" She kissed down Whisper's neck before pulling away to slap her fat ass.

I fisted my hand in a mane of red hair and started to fuck. Whisper was enhanced, she could take it, I knew she had no gag reflex and she would love this. I grunted as I shoved my cock deeper into her throat, feeling the muscle spasm around the head of my cock as she tried to adjust to me in her neck. I grinned at Dinah. "You're a mean one when you don't get dick for a while aren't you? Does my little canary need her boytoy to make her sing before she can be nice to her fellow baby mama?"

Dinah snorted, slapping that fat jiggling ass even harder. "Please. She doesn't want nice. Whisper knows how to tell me if I hit her limit. Not that the stupid cunt has ever gotten to that point. I think she only picked a safe word because knowing she'll never use it makes what I do to her better. Don't worry though, I'm never too physically rough on her below the tits. Don't want to endanger the babies." She paused. "Well, not to rough in the front. With a cushion like that I can do anything want to her asshole."

She reached down and knocked my hand aside. "Enough playing with your toy baby, I need my sweet boy back inside me." She yanked Whisper up by the hair, casually pushing her aside to climb up on my dick. Neither of my girls were showing much, not in their stomach's but up top was a different story as I ripped off Dinah's nightgown to let her fat tits spill out. She groaned as she sunk down on me, so wet from watching Whisper there was barely and resistance as I stuffed her cunt.

Fuuuuck she felt good. Not supernatural or anything like that, normal pussy good, but like...home? Like when you eat a favorite dish from when you were younger with good memories associated with it. It's not better than other food, but it tastes better to you. This was full on nostalgia pussy. Every fucking inch of her was soft and hot and sweet and soaking and she felt perfect around me. This was MINE. Fucking Dragon instincts were awesome, because they turned this fucking cunt up to eleven.

Dinah let out a keening wail of happiness. "FUCK baby, you feel so good in my. I missed how you fill me up. Nobody has ever felt like this in me. Did you miss me? Did you miss this fucking pussy? Tell me you love it. Tell me you'll never leave me without this fat dick again. I'm gonna have your baby and then you're going to fold me in half and knock me up again. This is YOUR pussy! You better fucking use it!"

I was literally beyond words at that moment, so I sat up and shoved my face into the tits I'd been staring at since she entered the room. Fat and bouncy and soft and warm. She wriggled in my lap, cooing at the feeling as I fucked up into her. Weirdly I wasn't pounding her into a mess, I was fucking up into her long and slow and deep, savoring every inch she took. This was fucking phenomenal. God she felt so fucking good. I was going to end up knocking up every single fucking one of my girls wasn't I? I needed more of this. Needed to feel Zee like this as she fucked my soul, needed to feel vibrating opal pussy with this same sensation.

That was a later on issue though, for now I had a lap full of screaming milf and a face full of fat mommy milkers. Speaking of which, I knew that milk started coming at sixteen weeks, I didn't know if this was sixteen weeks in, but I also didn't know if dragon babies followed the same rules so I figured why not go for broke I latched onto one pretty pink nipple and pinched it gently between my teeth and started to suck. I'd never tried this before and honestly I was kind of curious.

My eyes widened as the pussy around me started going apoplectic as Dinah threw her head back howled like a gods damned wolf. I felt her out with Eros and Psych and realized that Dinah's tits were basically a direct line to her pussy. She fucking loved this. Something about met and playing with her nipples, I suspected my blonde milf had some mommy kinks as far as I was concerned, not exactly a shock considering how I got her into bed, but still, feeling me suck her nipple like I actually wanted a drink was weirdly a hot button for her.

I didn't get anything though, which seemed to drive her wild. She grabbed my hair and pulled me tighter to her chest. "Suck harder baby. Get it. It's there, you just need to suck harder." It wasn't, but I decided to put a pin in the whole breast milk thing, She obviously loved the idea. To distract her, I flipped her on her back so I was above her, holding myself over her as I ground my cock into her in a slowly increasing tempo. I grinned down at her. "You miss this? Did you need this dick?"

She was too distracted to mention me ignoring her tits, she just whined and threw her head back. "Fuck Nicky, yes. I wish I could let you put another baby in me right now. There's nothing I wouldn't do for this. You're so fucking good to me." I felt her desires through my ability, and I knew she was telling the truth. I could also feel why. She'd talked a good game, but she had started feeling it again. The loneliness, the creeping doubt. Feeling unwanted. Unloved. She knew I couldn't do anything about the second, but she was perfectly happy with how much I wanted her. That a man like me was so desperate for her drove her crazy. I made her feel special. I was the only one who could anymore.

I forced my mouth down to hers as I picked up pace, kissing her roughly as I fucked into her, swallowing every whimper and squeak as I luxuriated in this pussy. Fuck she was good. I didn't know why, maybe it was how I got her, or how bad she needed me, but Dinah had always been special. My first heroine, my first milf, the mother of my child. Mine in every fucking way. I needed more of the feeling I was getting from her. The desperation, the need for approval. The want.

Her legs had hooked up over my shoulders when I flipped her and I was folding her in half while we fucked, her arms framing those fat glorious tits. I pulled back to stare down at her as I used her pussy, and the look of naked frantic adoration on her face almost made me cum. I reached down to rub her clit roughly and she keened again, getting closer and closer until she finally came all over my dick. I'd been holding this one back to let it build, and her body froze up like it had a live current through it as she screamed like a banshee.

I didn't let myself cum though. I pulled out of her, leaving her whimpering and her naked, hungry cunt clenching as it tried to hold onto me. I pulled her up and kissed her again. "Dinah." I said hoarsely. "I'm not finishing you right now. You'll be too tired to share Whisper with me. I'll get to you when we're done with her, for now that'll tide you over." I reached up and slapped one of her tits. "Get your strap, bitch. We have a priestess to defile." She giggled drunkenly and stood to stumble over a bag I hadn't even seen her carry in here, though I had been a bit distracted.

She pulled out a large rubber cock that looked...somewhat familiar. I raised an eyebrow and she giggled again. We managed to dig up a video of you fucking Barbie in one of the training rooms. Whisper insisted we have it made to scale. It's the only thing she put her foot down about, not that I really fought her on it." Whisper was laying on the bed, watching us both rabidly with wide unblinking eyes and labored breaths. "So, which hole do you want? I know some welcome home pussy is deserved but... that ass though."

I groped the ass in question, my large hands still not enough to span the whole cheek. Fuck I loved that ass. "I'll take the back. I'll use her cunt another time, but I've been dreaming about this ass for months." I slapped the cheek. I was stroking, drawing a ragged moan from the redhead. "Alright. climb up slut. When you bottom me out in your asshole lean your back against my chest."

Without a word she giddily climbed up, turned around, and just fucking DROPPED onto my dick. If I'd been less draconic I might have had the wind knocked out of me, her fat cheeks caved in when they hit my hips, and she got me pretty deep before she laid back against me happily, wriggling around to get comfy. Once she was in place I reached up under her knees and hooked my hands behind her neck, full nelson style, keeping my cock up her ass as I left her cunt spread and exposed.

Dinah climbed up on top of us, lining the rubber version of my cock with her soaked pussy, and shoved herself in deep. Whisper moaned in happiness. "Yes." She whispered. "So full. My lord, mistress. So full of you both." Her voice was hoarse with lust. "More. Please more. All of me. Use all of me until I can't take any more." I slid my hips back, holding her in place easily with draconic strength, and then shoved my cock all the way back up her ass after sliding it nearly all the way out. She was lucky I'd made Dinah cum, I was still lubed enough to fit up her asshole easily.

Dinah, lying atop her, braced her legs on either side, and slide the strap on out and then back in, lining up the thrust to coincide with mine. Once we got the timing down, we started to really fuck. Smashing Whisper between us as she laughed and squealed and begged for more. We fucking ruined that bitch, pounded her into a screaming mess, and we just kept going. I was loving this, the feeling of using both of them, of being in my undisputed favorite ass in the world again. I came eight times before I finally decided to stop for the night. When we were done, Dinah and I pulled Whisper between us and cuddled up to her. We all fell right to sleep.

April 3rd 2016 Brightedge City, Palace of Debauchery 10:00 AM EDT

I spent hours on the girls, then got some sleep. With so much energy in my body I didn't need to sleep much, but I still enjoyed the chance to relax. Unfortunately, we still had business to attend to, so as much run as railing Dinah and Whisper into a drooling mess, was, I had to get up and do my thing. I headed for the bathroom to shower, and as I came out of my room, I bumped into a tired looking Leslie. She looked annoyed until she noticed it was me, and then her cute blue face flushed a darker blue as she looked up at me.

My lips quirked up at the obvious attempt for Dinah to influence the betting pool on when Lindsey and I would fuck. The poor girl was exhausted, and I was guessing that had a lot to do with my mischievous milf putting her in the next room over and then screaming her pretty little head off for the whole night. As one might expect of a former superheroine with sound based powers, Dinah could be LOUD, and Whisper was no slouch either.

Deciding to continue on my mission to drive Leslie nuts, I reached out and ruffled her hair amiably. "Hey kid, nice morning huh? You feeling ok? You look like you slept bad. Have some bad dreams? You can always talk to doc Karlsson, she's around anyway." I kept any trace of the amusement and teasing out of my tone, keeping my voice cheerful and condescending in a way I knew would infuriate her.

Sure enough, her eyes narrowed, and she smacked my hand away in annoyance. "I didn't HAVE dreams. The sounds of constant fucking through the walls kept me from sleeping. Do you always fuck for hours at a time? I imagine they need to sleep at some point too. You could try being a little considerate." Her pout was so close to ferocious it made me want to put her over my knee and maul that sweet little blue booty.

Instead I just gave an apologetic. "Oh, sorry Les. I'll try to pick you up some ear plugs or something. Dinah and Whisper had fun last night, and I'm sure they consider it worth the loss of sleep, but I get that you're not interested in that kind of thing yet." I let my face light up with realization. "Oh, hey you haven't decorated yet. Why don't we take you shopping? Barbie and Cherry are good with that kind of thing. You can pick up a stereo and blame music when you're having trouble sleeping."

Her face became a mess of conflicted emotions. Harping on the sex thing would have been an amateur move. This was putting pressure on her gratitude and shifting the conversation to me doing more for her. Barbie and Cherry actually WERE probably the best suited to take her shopping, but they also fought like cats and dogs over me, and listening to the two of them natter on about who loved their 'daddy' more would make the little blue cutie think about the shopping trip in a completely different way.

Leslie flushed much harder. "I...I guess that would be cool. If you want. I don't want to be any trouble or anything. That's kind of expensive isn't it? Plus will Brightedge even have stores and stuff? The city is in a state of chaos right? Will we be able to shop?"

I waved off the question. "That won't be a problem. Part of the rush to grab territory is that the established powers are going to start settling in. With a full night to scrap for temporary dominance they will have either come to an understanding or killed each other off. Not that the city will be peaceful, but from this point people will be moving more in the shadows. There's WAY too much new muscle in town for anyone to be stupid enough to try and all out assaults. Forget beating your enemy, you're likely to get steamrolled by some random crew if you try anything to quick."

She looked a bit dazed as I turned her around and pushed her toward the stairs, making sure to swat her cute little ass playfully to really throw her emotions into a spiral. "Alright, go talk to the girls, tell them I sent you. I have to shower. I am just filthy right now. You don't need any more reminders of what I was doing to Whisper and Dinah all night, huh?" I chuckled playfully as she gave a cute squeak, so spun up she didn't even remember to complain about me handling her booty.

It was hard not to snicker as I climbed into the shower. This was already highly entertaining. I'd been the aggressor every other time I'd gotten a girl in bed, this was just...fun. Tormenting the poor thing was hilarious. I'd tweaked her desires a bit when I patted her ass too, she was already developing a bit of a hero complex, and I put a bit of a daddy spin on it to prep for her day with Barbie and Cherry. She'd be a soaking mess by the time she came home to snuggle up in her expensive new room.

Part of me hoped she wouldn't cave too soon. I had other girls to take out my lust on if I needed it. This was the most fun I'd had in a while though. Still, I had bigger things to do. As I washed up, I enjoyed the shower and considered what I would be doing for the day. I should meet with Amy and talk over what was going on. Cherry and Barbie were going to be busy, which served them right. Cherry didn't mind being around Barbie because teasing her was fun for my little psycho, but this would be a punishment for my nosy redhead, and one she couldn't ignore because of our poor blue orphan.

I dried off, still snickering, and headed to the room I'd left Amy in, knocking on the door. My wife answered with a bright smile, perky and filled with energy. She bounced up to peck me on the lips. "Good morning darling. You certainly look well rested, especially for someone who was so active last night. I trust you smoothed over all the hard feelings between yourself and Dinah?"

Pulling her in for a harder kiss, I grinned down at her. "What? No concern for Whisper? You're such a mommy's girl." Amy rolled her eyes and headed back into the room, and I enjoyed her soft pretty ass in her tiny shorts. "So who did you get those pajamas from exactly? Or did you stop for a shopping trip on your patrol?" She was taking this better than expected, probably because she saw it as partial revenge for sticking me with all male goons when I went out, which it also partly was, I don't need to have only one reason for doing things.

She slumped down into the bed, humming in contentment. "Barbara lent me some things to sleep in. She's such a sweet girl when you get to know her. A bit prideful and with a temper, but we're going to be wonderful friends. Emerald is even opening up to her. She decided to sleep over in Barbara's room last night so they could get to know each other better." Her voice was sweet and cheerful as she snuggled into the comforters.

I just...blinked at her. Was she saying what I thought she was saying? Because being able to sweetly giggle about whoring out your best friend so your husband's mistress would help keep him in line was pretty hardcore even by my standards. Somehow though, she didn't seem to see any issues with it, which was just...neat. In retrospect, assuming I understood everything about my new bride after a week or two was probably a mistake. Appraisal might be useful, but it wasn't mind reading, it was mostly broad strokes.

Shaking off the shock at the absolute demoness I had married and suppressing the grin at the thought of the fun we were going to have, I strolled over and plopped down on the bed. I leaned over her prone body, leaning down for a quick kiss before pulling back. "You know, you kind of ruined my night with your little joke last night. I ended up stuck with those dimwitted minions all night."

Amy giggled, her head falling to the side as she turned it away. "You were fine. You found a new toy to bring home anyway. Besides, you needed to focus. You'll never get anything done if you spend every moment chasing women." She looked back at me with a pout. "You'd think I wasn't enough for you. I know we've decided to be open to other women in our marriage, but I still need attention from my husband too."

Which I knew. Despite all the interesting parts of my wife I was learning about, I knew her desires pretty well. Amy wanted a fairy tale relationship, she just had a REALLY twisted view of fairy tales. Still, despite the slow introduction of threesomes into her desires, she mostly just wanted my attention and affection. She might be ok with teasing and playing around with other girls, but she would be upset if I started ignoring her.

I groaned internally. I had way too many women on my plate. I needed to pull it back and deal with the ones I had. Even in my head I barely managed to complete the thought before I had to strangle gales of laughter. Like that was going to happen. Still, I had already decided to give Amy some priority. She would be useful keeping the others in line. Managing them myself was exhausting, having my wife be top bitch in charge seemed to suit her fine as well as she felt spoiled and well cared for. I leaned in for another slow kiss, enjoying her lips as she whined against mine.

"I came to see you first thing in the morning didn't I?" I asked with amusement as I pulled away. "Doesn't that show how much I care about my cute little bride?" She gave a happy shudder. She really was sweet and trusting when it came to relationships. Not stupid, since she'd apparently noticed at least some of my manipulation, but enough that placating her was as easy as a little cuddle time and some sweet words.

She nuzzled into me. "You did. That's so special. Are we going to spend the day together? We just got married so recently, I want to spend more time with you." Her voice sounded vulnerable and a little needy as she tried to casually express her desire for a honeymoon, and it was almost achingly cute to listen to. I considered possibly fucking her, but I had to get SOME things done.

"Sure." I said cheerfully. No reason to ignore the wife. I had mastermind shit to do, but Amy WAS a princess from a cutthroat noble fantasy court. Plus she'd be handling some of this in the future. "We can explore some of the new territory and scope out the new powers in the city. This whole conquest thing is going to be a long road, especially with the whole League thing. I know you're aware of the JL, but I'm guessing they didn't have a UN charter when you left? I'm not clear on how long you were in Gemworld."

That just got a shrug. "A while. I don't remember the League being UN affiliated, but I was a bit young when I left. I might have missed it. Either way, you can catch me up before our trip." She gave a happy squeal and pecked my cheek, wriggling out from under me like an excited puppy. "Now, if you'll excuse me I need to go ask one of the girls if I can borrow a pretty dress for our day out." She bolted for the door and I flopped down on the bed, laughing. Being married was certainly more effort than expected. But hey, at least my wife was fun.

April 3rd 2016 Brightedge City, Palace of Debauchery 12:00 PM EDT

Amy met me at the door of the house in a cute low cut summer dress and sunglasses she kept pushed up her head. She bounced excitedly up to snag my arm as she came close enough. I'd spent the last few hours talking out various aspects of the territory expansion with the girls. Dinah had come downstairs and she was inserting herself into the discussion. I didn't even know how much she knew about my activities at this point. She'd picked some up from talking to Jade, and we'd discussed certain things over the interdimensional lightning phone, so I just gave her the cliff notes of the plan I was comfortable sharing in front of Barbie.

After I let them know I was going out to do recon they had adjourned to talk between themselves. I suspected anything Dinah wasn't clued in on Barbie would tell her, and vice versa, but I had a tight enough hold on both women not to mind much. It would save me explanations and trying to keep my story straight. Dinah wasn't leaving her baby daddy, and Barbie was thoroughly mine unless I tried to tell her to start murdering babies or something.

As we strolled out of the house arm in arm, Amy chattered excitedly about our day. "This is going to be so much fun Nicky, are you going to put on your costume? Or are we just going to walk around like normal civilians? Because there's so many things I'd like to see here. I've never been to Gotham, but I heard about it even before I landed in Gemworld. This place is supposed to be crazy, but we can handle in."

She was wriggling like a relatively busty puppy, and it was kind of adorable, so I enjoyed the view for a minute before I held up a hand to cut her off. "Sorry princess, no mask today. We're going to be looking around, but I don't need to contact any of the people holding our new territory. In point of fact, I don't WANT them to know we're looking. They're more likely to act up if they think they aren't being watched. You girls all had masks on when you went out right?" Zee and Cherry had those randomizing masks from my Opal heist and most of the others covered their faces.

Nodding absently she reached into her dress and pulled out a violet face mask. I wasn't sure where the hell she was keeping it, since I didn't think she had the chest to conceal something that big, but still, it was nice that she'd thought to bring it. I took it from her and slipped it behind my back, where I had my pouch strapped in such a way that it hung out of sight under my jacket. It was unlikely just the pouch would give away my identity, but better safe than sorry at least.

Amy started pulling at my arm, actually dragging my feet across the ground. She wasn't as strong as I was, but she was strong enough to move me easily if I wasn't resisting. I grinned at her. "Someone is certainly eager. You that anxious to spend quality time with your hubby?"

The pout I got in response was almost staggeringly sulky. "Of course, since you never seem to have time for me. You're always busy with your plans or other girls. Do you blame me for taking my time when I can get it? This is SUPPOSED to be our honeymoon. I don't mind sharing since we already agreed that was ok, but I expect to be spoiled and showered with affection, and not just by other girls to keep me busy."

"Okay." I said quickly, holding up a hand placatingly. "I get it. I promise I'll make time for you princess. You might need to try to distract me once in a while if I get too focused, but I'll try to make sure I can fit you in." I shot her a wink. "Or maybe more of the opposite."

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, I'm sure you'll be having lots of sex with me whenever you feel like it, but I mean doing things together as a couple, not just sex. I don't want to have to bribe my own husband with sexual favors to get attention. You'd better make sure to spend time with me doing other things. Sex with you is lots of fun, and Emerald is excellent at licking my pussy, but I have other interests." She huffed in annoyance. "Besides I'm going to be pretty exhausted from all of the sex I'll be having with your other girls. As your wife I have to make sure they're up to my standards and know their place."

My eyes glazed a bit at that. "I...um, ok. I didn't expect that honestly. You're going to fuck all of them? Because I'd very much like to watch that, maybe you could record it for me or something. Exactly how were you planning to put them in their places?"

Shrugging, Amy just gave a casual smile. "Oh, not all of them will need it. Some of them are willing to work with me and follow my lead. Emerald's friendly demeanor helped make Barbara much more amenable to working with me, though I suspect she wants the three of us to bond as a group too. I'm excited to become closer with her, I know how much she means to you. Dinah is a wonderful person to talk to and incredibly open to my offers of friendship. Jade seems like she may be a problem though, so I might need to take a firmer hand with her."

I tried not to get hard imagining my sunny little wife dominating my deadly little kitten. As a D ranker Amy would break Jade in half if she decided it was necessary, and I knew her recalcitrant the pretty assassin could be. Considering how off balance I was, I didn't think she'd have a problem making Jade her bitch. "Well good luck with all that. Like I said I'd love to watch so try to get a recording of it. Do you know how to work cameras or anything? Actually never mind, have Barbie help, I imagine she'd cream her panties at the chance to watch you make Cheshire your bitch."

She rolled her eyes a bit, but I caught a small smile. I suspected she was looking forward to this particular 'duty' more than she let on. We changed topics as we walked, getting off of sex and back to whatever couple things I figured would make her happy. "So, how have you and Emerald been settling in?" I asked. "I know everything has been chaotic, but have you enjoyed coming over so far?"

Amy flashed me a brilliant smile. "We haven't been able to do too much outside of patrolling yet, but it's been very interesting. Emmy has been kind of shocked at all the modern amenities. I remembered things like TV and the internet from when I left, although the latter has changed A LOT, but she had no context for a lot of the things we've seen. It's kind of adorable to see her freak out so much." She glanced around as we walked. "Speaking of freaking out...why isn't anyone else? This place seems...almost deserted."

I shrugged. "Combination of Gotham City Syndrome and the calm before the storm. GCS is kind of a cultivated 'who fucking cares' mindset all born Gothamites get. Seeing the Jokes gas whole blocks one week and fill a stadium with bombs the next makes it hard to freak out every time something happens. Sure sometimes people die, but usually not many. Even in Metro we kind of get desensitized, but Gotham is ten times worse. The scale isn't nearly as big over here, but sheer frequency makes most Gotham natives jaded as hell."

Her eyes widened as it dawned on her. "And with the while war between cities thing so recent Metropolis is likely even more inured to it than usual. Calm before the storm though? You mean that everyone is gearing up for some big fight? Why would that happen? You would figure things would settle with Doctor Gotham gone and the magic mostly dispersed from the city."

That one got a chuckle out of me. "You're thinking about this the wrong way. This isn't Gotham. Or Metropolis. It's a combination of both. Which means all the old territories and roles are up in the air. We aren't just going to see turf wars between factions from the two cities, people will be coming from all over to try to get a slice of the pie. It's why it was so important for us to go out as soon as we got back and dig in to claim some territory. We need to prepare for the storm."

"Yes." A voice echoed from the shadow of a nearby alley. "You do." I blinked in surprise as I turned to take in the form stepping from the darkness. I hadn't noticed anyone there. I was guessing he'd been lying in wait for us, having picked the stealthiest location in our path. The form that emerged was dressed entirely in form fitting black armor with a blue bird on the chest and a black domino mask. Nightwing.

That was...annoying. But inevitable. Even though the big boys from the League were gone, the junior crew would undoubtedly be drawn to this clusterfuck. I knew from Barbie some of the dynamics of the younger generation, specifically that Nightwing was her ex and that she'd broken up with him because he'd dated Zee and she couldn't get over her jealousy. Personally I thought he was a scrub, not being able to make a threesome happen under those circumstances was just pathetic.

He was also at least reasonably competent in combat (not an issue for me anymore) and slightly intelligent (less than Barbie, but still smarter than your average bear). That said I had no clue what he was or wasn't aware of. I doubted Barbie told him anything, or Zee, but he had to know SOMETHING was up with me given my proximity to those two. The mask would prevent him from connecting me to Mammon probably. So I figured my best bet was to play dumb. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, hello. Nightwing right? I've seen you on the news. What can I help you with?"

I wanted to see what he knew. I doubted he'd heard more than the last little bit of the conversation if he'd heard any of it. Some references to us wanting to grab territory in the shake up maybe, but nothing incriminating. Which was lucky because I was betting knowing his ex was part of my growing harem would have gotten his attention. That didn't answer what he was aware of though. We'd been gone a while and despite the mess Gotham had been while we were away, he WAS the protege of the worlds edgiest detective.

His eyes pierced me, scanning over my face for any sort of tells or weaknesses. He found none. Obviously. I had perfect bodily control, I could tell him I'd spent the last few months banging his mom in a poolside cabana and he wouldn't have been able to pick up any deception. "I've been asking around. Word is that you might have some information on this whole thing. You vanished for a few months and popped back up around the time all this happened. There were also sightings of you near the battle between Fate and Doctor Gotham."

That...shit. I had sort of forgotten in my haste to return home that I wasn't wearing a mask. It sounded like no one but Leslie had seen me actually merge the cities, but I'd been sloppy after all my time in Gemworld. I could work with that. It sounded like Fate wasn't really talking to them, since he needed to track me down to ask about shit, which meant I could come up with my own story and they would have no one to contradict it. Now, what kind of lies did I want to tell the Justice League?