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Dragonborn's Might makes Right by Infonticus

Game X-overs & Avengers Xover Rated: M, English, Adventure, Words: 356k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Aug 25, 2021 Updated: Jun 12, 2022

513Chapter 4

Chapter 4: A Galaxy on the Precipice

The Kree Accuser flopped along the ground like a fish out of water.

After I dismembered and cauterized all four of his limbs, that's the only thing that he could do. And it was pretty hilarious. The crowds of Sakaar thought so too, if their raucous and cacophonic laughter was any indication.

His blue body was still garbed in the black robes that were the uniform of the Kree Accusers, a sort of military-police of the Kree Empire. The same organization that was headed by the bad guy of Guardians of the Galaxy, Ronan the Accuser.

An Accuser always made for an intimidating sight as they had the authority to be the judge, jury and executioner in the Kree Empire. They were like space spanish inquisitors- complete with the false accusations and the torturing for fun. So having one flop along the ground, grunting and snarling like the galaxy's angriest blue worm, was the height of hilarity for many.

He was about 20 meters away from where I was helping myself to his four sisters who were also Accusers. They had ostensibly been on an official Kree mission when they were captured and they were entered into the Arena with him.

Four delicious, blue-skinned beauties with long black hair and well-developed and toned bodies… all of them were lined up in a row on their hands and knees. With 12 different holes to choose from, I was spoiled for choice and that was just about twenty minutes ago.

"Flop faster, you wannabe-Ronan!" My deep voice boomed- taunting him as I thrust into his last sister. At this point in time, she was the only one that I hadn't filled up with my load, "I'm about to cum in your last sister."

I once again gave thanks to the [Communication Talent] that I bought from the Company- the talent allowed me to speak every language that I encountered- handy for moments like these. Without it, I wouldn't have been able to threaten to dismember them and have them join their limbless brother on the floor if they didn't cooperate.

And cooperate, they did.

The exotic purple-lipped Kree pussy was, when compared to their human counterparts, not tighter nor wetter. No, their inner walls instead had a lot more folds than that of a human's. A lot more different bands of muscle all squeezing and clenching almost independently around my shaft. That 'milking' motion that some girls' vaginas had? Every Kree girl could do it at an instinctual level.

Or at least, my latest sample size of four grade-A Kree cumdumps affirmed it.

"That's it, you Accuser slut, push back and meet my thrusts." I taunted the 5'4" Kree Accuser even as I roughly fingered two other sisters right in their cum-dripping snatches- the white semen dripping out from between blueberry-coloured nether lips.

They all had this tight, well-developed blue-skinned body as expected of being part of the Kree Empire's military. Slight abs, toned backs, firm asses that rounded out into a nice bubble butt when they're on all fours as they were now.

"Mmmmm!" The female Kree Accuser failed to hold in her whimper of shameful pleasure as she came and squeezed down tightly around my thick shaft- her xeno pussy's exotic milking motions driving me over the edge as well.

With a grunt and a powerful thrust that had her the tip of my cock pushing open the door to her xeno womb, I shot my thick steamy load into this top-class female Kree Accuser's womb. Her uncertain whimpers as she felt rope after hot virile rope of cum hitting the back of her womb only made it more exciting.

With a moist sliding sound, I pulled out and let my load drip from four sets of exotic purple-lipped pussy and onto the Arena floor. I raised my arms victoriously to the crowd- having successfully fucked all four sisters before the Kree Accuser could flop over to me.

The laughter and cheers were as expected, but the thumbs down were not.

'Kill them all,' the crowd mercilessly gestured- thousands of arms simultaneously driving thumbs down. 'Even the girl Accusers.'

Which was surprising as the girls I raped on the Arena floor tended to garner sympathy from the crowd. But this time around, the crowd who likely were victims or even personally knew someone who were victims to the Accusers just thrust their thumbs down. People must really hate the organization of Kree Accusers as a whole, but that was fine. It's not like I would feel attached to these Kree Accuser girls after a little penetration: after all, there were tens of billions of Kree women out there in the galaxy.

Something to look into later on.

So with four quick swipes of my mace, their skulls were crushed in- mercifully fast and relatively painless like getting pricked at the back of their heads. It was my way of showing appreciation for being relatively decent cumdumps for the past half hour.

Their brother did not see it that way though, if his roar of grief and rage was anything to go by. Reattaching my codpiece, I walk over to his seething, limbless form.

"You will pay! The Accusers will hunt you down and violate your family a hundred-fold more than you hav-" The Accuser didn't get far before my dragonplate boot stomped down on his skull until it burst like an egg on the Arena floor.

"Alright, that's enough playing around." I muttered out loud- my rumbling voice carrying the sharp edge of impending violence.

If the champion fight isn't one of the next three fights, then I'm killing the Grandmaster. Slowly.

And as if he heard my thoughts, the Grandmaster's massive hologram appeared above me- still clad as he was in his signature gold and red robes as he sparkled with every move he made.

"Loyal (and paying) viewers of the Contest of Champions! Now that you're all warmed up, I have a special surprise for you tonight: Our favourite contender is about to go head to head against the champ!"

There was a stunned silence, then an all encompassing roar of the crowd drowned out every other noise as everyone on the entire planet exploded into cheers. Including my own.

"YES! IT. IS. TIIIIIMMMMMEEEE! FOR THE MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!"

"Standing in the blue corner, you've seen him kill. You've seen him rape. You've seen him tear contenders apart limb from limb. Fresh from his climactic victory against that sad Accuser cuckold from the Kree Empire. I give you your challenger! The Bone Giant!"

"HEVNOKREN!"

I raised my arms in the air to greet the applause and roars of adoration from the crowd- from the entirety of Sakaar. No doubt, the entirety of the planet had their eyeballs glued onto their screens for this event. I knew for certain that the champion hadn't had a challenger to his title in about an entire year.

This surprise title fight was bound to attract everyone's attention.

"And in the red corner, it is my great pleasure to present to you!"

"Back from his short vacation, and eager to prove himself against the new blood. He has successfully defended his title and his life for over a thousand matches. The Metal Equinoid himself!"

"Your REIGNING! DEFENDING! UNDISPUTED champion of the Sakaar Arena!"

"BETA RAY BILLLLLLLLL!"

The massive metal gates opened with heavy thuds as they unlocked.

My final opponent in the Arena strolled out from the shadows as the crowd went wild. And yet, he ignored the screaming of the crowds in favour of glaring in my direction. Armoured from head to toe and wielding a warhammer that had a head the size of a large anvil, the Champion struck a formidable sight.

With a head of the universe's angriest horse, Beta Ray Bill stood almost as tall as I did in my human form at 6' 5" feet tall or 1.95 meters. To a normal human, he would have been an intimidating sight, but for me, I felt only relief as I finally was able to face the champion. Bill stopped about 30 meters away from me- a formidable mass of heavily-armoured, cybernetically-enhanced muscles- as we stared at each other down close to the center of the arena floor.

This was him. This was the xeno cyborg that would one day gain the power of Thor. Humbling the God of Thunder before Odin and earning his own Uru weapon.

This was Beta Ray Bill, Champion of the Sakaar Arena.

Our little standoff must have been quite a sight for the crowds watching from the bleachers: A horse man facing off against a bone-armoured giant.

"So, you're the raping scum that I've heard about." his deep growling voice resounded across the distance between us.

"Yes, I am." I affirmed his accusations without a hint of shame and no small amount of excitement, "And you're the Champion that I've been wanting to kill."

At my response, a look of pure hatred and contempt settled on his brown horse face.

"So, you're unrepentant." Bill growled with immense distaste, "I know your type of people. Living only to slake your insatiable selfish desires on innocent people. No ounce of remorse nor a hint of a greater purpose. Just a barely thinking beast that needs to be put down for the sake of the galaxy."

My first moral 'argument' with a hero and I was already tired of it. I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes in exasperation. Well, if he wants to spar with words in an attempt to evoke emotion from me, then I can play that game too.

"I think I recognise your name now. A ship carrying a cargo of cryo-frozen people." I told him, ignoring what he just said. "Korbinites, the ship AI said they were. But you don't look anything like them."

"Y-you have found…" He sputtered as an utterly flabbergasted look dawned on his horse face- his hammer lowering a fraction. But then his eyes hardened in denial and indignation, "No! You lie!"

Of course I was lying. I only knew a little about Beta Ray Bill from a brief wiki trawl a while back. But with [Communication Talent] complimenting the aptitude for lying granted by the [Covert Talent], I could possibly convince him that his refrigerator was running right now and that he should go catch it.

But right now? I wanted to convince him of something very specific as the sound of my deep voice continued to rumble across the arena floor.

"Was it Stukkletub? No, that's not it... Ah, yes! Skuttlebutt was the ship's name, I recall now. How or why you were able to convince an AI to call you brother is one thing… but… you don't look like the flat faced Korbinites that were in stasis."

At that, Beta Ray Bill tensed up, likely in disbelief. If his solid lava-orange eyes had pupils, I'd bet they'd be pinpricks right now at the 'revelation' that I had dropped on him. In truth, I wasn't even sure if that was his storyline for the MCU as he never appeared in it aside from a statue in his likeness.

"You've found my people?" He finally whispered with a voice of desperate hope.

Hook, Line and Sinker. He bought the lies. Now to break him with them.

"Yes, I did." I easily affirmed with a nod, "Then Surtur bought them all."

"W-what?" He whispered, not trusting his own ears to have heard what I just said.

"I sold the frozen Korbinites to Surtur then had the Skuttlebutt scrapped for parts." I explained slowly and clearly- basically telling him that I had sold everyone he knew and loved to the person who destroyed his homeworld. No doubt dooming them to an eternity of fiery torture at the hands of Surtur, the Fire Demon of Muspelheim. How fun.

Beta Ray Bill went very still at that, then he began to shake.

"YOU KILLED THEM!" He roared- closing the 30 meter gap between us with impressive speed that no human could have matched- his massive hammer already pulled back for a great swing.

I barely had a second to react before his warhammer was slamming down overhead in my direction. Exerting myself close to my limit, I deflected with my mace- striking the hammer just enough for it to move aside and rocket down beside me instead of on my head as it was originally intended.

"YOU SOLD THEM TO SURTUR!" He shouted- completely consumed with rage and grief as his armoured knuckles unexpectedly backhanded my side with enough force for me to feel it through the dragonplate- sending me back from the force of it.

Powerful. If my armour was of normal metal and not Dragonbone as it was, it would have cracked under the force of such a strike. That would have dented the armour of starships from how powerful that was. Impressive. I wonder how much he was worth if I were to Capture him.

Powerful swings of his two-handed warhammer rocketed at me, and though I was able to dodge and deflect them as fast as they arrived, powerful gusts of wind clawed through the air in its wake.

"MONSTER! YOU'LL PAY FOR MY PEOPLE'S SUFFERING!"

Right now, he must be imagining all the terrible things that Surtur had done to his people after I sold them to him. It was all just lies, of course: His people and his ship were likely still out there, Surtur was likely completely clueless of their whereabouts and I haven't even lifted a finger against them.

The idiot. If he was going to spar with words, he should have been less emotionally vulnerable… or much less gullible.

Still… [Martial Talent] gave me the ability to learn fighting styles extremely quickly from training/fighting people. The Two-Handed fighting style that Beta Ray Bill was graciously sharing with me may not be my thing, but it was worth learning. I still had a preference for the Mace-and-Spell fighting style of course. But it's nice that he was benefitting me even before he was dealt with.

Speaking of which, I needed to Capture him. It would be a waste of Company Credits if I were to just kill him- better to sell him off. For that, I need to trigger [Treasure Horde] through the same two conditions as the Capture of Sylvie and Valkyrie: Bite him deep enough to draw blood, and ingest some of it.

I dodged a wild overhead smash from his warhammer as my red eyes scanned up and down his armour for weakness- for anywhere that I can bite him. No such luck- it looks like it's going to be the fun way it is.

"FIGHT ME!"

I shot a visceral smile at him from underneath my helmet as I tossed my mace aside to his great confusion. The solid rod of metal clattering away with metallic thuds just as my footsteps began stomping towards him.

Bill swung at me just as I charged at him- activating my [Dragon Heart] just as his massive warhammer was about to impact my forehead. And where there was once a 7 foot-tall wall of muscle and dragonplate, now there was an 11 foot-tall tower of polished Proto-Adamantium.

That hardened warhammer of his that impacted against my metal chest may as well have been a baby's squeaky toy for all the damage it did.

"Weak- just like your people." I taunted before retaliating with my own strike. My basketball-sized draconic metal fist hurled at him- impacting against his upper arm with the squeal of metal and sending him stumbling to the side.

The whine and crackle of ruined electronics reached my ears as I saw the damage my single punch did to him.

But as an aside, I witnessed as the shocked silence of the crowd at the sight of my transformation gave way to a roar of frantic excitement at the sudden turning of the tables. Where it had once looked like I was at the defensive- dodging and deflecting his attacks, it was now I who had struck the first actually-damaging blow.

His left arm took the worst of the damage: his mechanical bicep and deltoid dented and caved in as it sparked and sputtered. Beta Ray Bill was a cyborg after all. And that little fact made biting him for blood a bit trickier as I didn't know which parts of him bled and which didn't.

I better be thorough in making him bleed then.

Charging at him, my gargantuan dragon mouth snapped at him- aiming for his shoulder, just below his thick neck. With his only good arm, he tried to block, but I still managed to partially sink my razor-sharp Proto-Adamantium teeth into soft flesh.

A small spurt of his xeno blood slid along my tongue, and [Treasure Hoard] activated. Beta Ray Bill fate was sealed. In a scant five minutes, he will be mine to sell to the Company like a prize horse.

Then a surprise came about.

The trio of shock tags that Valkyrie put on me started to spark up as bright blue lightning arced from my neck and across my body. I played along for the moment- collapsing to one knee as I growled and huffed as Beta Ray Bill stumbled back to clutch at his fresh bite wound.

But that wasn't the only surprise to come about.

From the arena floor rose pillars and columns, and on their sides hung weapons of every kind. Melee weapons in their multitudes- from swords to axes to exotic plasma swords. Guns of every size were attached as well- from pistols all the way to including the anti-tank cannon kinds… Spare arms and prosthetics armed with guns and blades.

I 'painfully' tilted my head up to glance at the Grandmaster podium to see the Grandmaster holding out his staff that controlled the shock tags stuck to my neck. This must be his doing in an attempt to even the odds of his champion.

I can accept that, because the five minutes were still ticking down even without the fighting going on. And I could help but laugh malevolently 'through the pain of the shock tags' as I watched Bill prepare for a long grueling battle that will never come.

He had immediately taken advantage of the momentary reprieve in the violence to 'arm' himself: his ruined arm popping off his shoulder as he attached an even bigger arm onto it- one that had what looked to be a plasma cannon.

And he didn't stop there: his other arm, his legs, his armour- Beta Ray Bill upgraded them all as he rightly estimated how outmatched he was without them. On the stone arena floor, I knelt there faking being affected by the shock tags as he dashed from column to column taking weapons and tools and gadgets and high explosives.

Not that any of it was going to matter.

With my [Dragon Heart] mecha-dragon form, I had practically won the match. The means to defeat me was beyond him at the moment: Beta Ray Bill didn't possess the strength to sunder mountains, nor did he wield magic with enough power to warp reality to his will. Both were a requirement to even dent my Proto-Adamantium hide as it currently stood.

The only reason I had to play along was that it took five minutes for [Treasure Hoard] to take hold. If I kill Beta Ray Bill any earlier, I will earn no Company Credits.

"Five minutes." I half-growled and half-laughed malevolently. "You will only last five minutes, Beta Ray Bill."

Decked out in power armor, Beta Ray Bill stood almost as tall as I did in my mecha-dragon form. Like an alien version of the Hulk-buster armour, his metallic dull-grey power armour looked like it could match anything made by Tony Stark. How his cyborg physiology worked or where the Grandmaster got this tech, I don't know, nor did I bother to learn. It mattered little.

"For my people, you won't live to see the fifth minute." He swore- striking a menacing figure as he was armed to the teeth as he was with the hum and glow of his energy cannons.

Wondering if I had to break the act and reveal that the shock tags didn't even work on me, I glanced up once again to the Grandmaster's booth. And as if he was giving me his approval, the Grandmaster nod- regally waiving his staff to the side as the shock tags powered down. Looks like he appraised my routine to be the better investment compared to the goody-two-shoes Beta Ray Bill.

Not that it mattered, I was going to be running Sakaar after this five minutes was over.

The excited roar of the crowds washed over the entire stadium as we stood off.

'Free' from the electrocuting influence of the shock tags, I stood up to my full height. An intimidating draconic obelisk of gleaming Proto-Adamantium. Claws as long as swords and sharper than razors. Gleaming metal wings spread out from behind my back- each feather like the sharpest dagger. An armoured metal hide that even orbital ordinance wouldn't even scratch. Red eyes that glowed with malevolence as it took in the sight of my enemy.

Despite it all, there was no fear in Beta Ray Bill's orange eyes, only a cold fury.

Then the fight began.

The boom of stone exploding underneath my clawed feet as I charged forward. My massive metal fists curled into fists that may as well be meteors from their strength. A hailstorm of glowing blue plasma rained down on me- courtesy of Beta Ray Bill's cannons- and achieved absolutely nothing.

My charge went unhindered as I barrelled into him like a freight train. Denting his reinforced power armour in places as my momentum carried us both onwards- smashing into one of the equipment racks with a force to shake the ground underneath us.

Then the jets of his armour activated. Blue flames roared to life as he slid up and out from my tackle. Growling, I look up at his slightly damaged flying form to see his horse face grin viciously at me- patting his chest.

A beeping noise reached my ears, and as I looked down to my own chest, I saw a sci-fi grey and yellow satchel charge the size of a suitcase stuck to my chest.

And then, it exploded.

Like a star going supernova, it engulfed everything in a flash of white. Nearby columns were immediately turned to fine dust while demolishing several more of the other columns on the arena floor and making a massive crater on the arena floor.

Smoke and debris filled everything. It was powerful enough that if there was no force field protecting the bleachers, the crowds would have been obliterated as well by the shrapnel and the explosives sent flying.

It seemed like Beta Ray Bill's explosive was designed to crack high technology bunkers in this sci-fi universe.

And yet, it did nothing to me.

My gleaming Proto-Adamantium form simply walked out of the cloud of smoke. The lustrous metallic sheen was as pristine and immaculate as before the fight even began.

Beta Ray Bill's frown of hatred grew as he pulled out a metallic pole- mechashifting into a gargantuan warhammer that had a head the size of a washing machine- swirling blue plasma coated the head. And with a roar of his jets, he charged down from on high- screaming like an angry meteor.

"RAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH!"

My Proto-Adamantium fist met his spaceship-grade metal warhammer in a thunderous boom of force. Surprisingly, the warhammer held steady from such a force, but the plasma that covered the head did flicker. His metal form squealed as it warped slightly from the impact, right before he launched a brutal kick to my cheek.

Given a unique opportunity, I decided to give him Hulk's Loki treatment.

Snatching his ankle up in an inescapable grip, I yanked hard- sending him swinging through the air before flailing him against the ground. Once. Twice. Thrice. Reinforced armour dented under the abuse as each slam of Bill's body against the stony floor created a ragged crater from the force and caused smoke and ash to rise up in the air.

Then as my victory drew near… my phone rang in my pocket.

Or more accurately, my Company Smartphone rang inside the pocket dimension where it was stored. It was likely the notification that Beta Ray Bill's time has run out.

With the smoke blocking the crowd's vision, I hastily tore off his metallic arm of his power armour at the shoulder and pulled out the Company Smartphone. With a quick tap, I sold him to the Company- his body popping out of existence like he never existed.

Capture & Sale Confirmed!

Name: Beta Ray Bill

World: MCU (with TVA)

Effective Waifu/Husbando Tier: Tier 6

Credits earned: 40

Current Credits: 40

I could hear the crowd murmur as they wondered what was going on as the sounds of violence had died down. And as the dust and smoke settled, all that was left was me in my shining bipedal dragon-mecha form as I held onto the dismembered arm of the former champion.

At the sight, the crowd was stunned in absolute silence… before exploding into roaring cheers and thunderous applause as I held my grisly metal trophy aloft for everyone to see: A broken metal arm torn from the shoulder. Their old champion was dead, I was their champion now- the undisputed master of the arena.

Now, onto the rest of Sakaar.

And right on time, the Grandmaster's skyscraper sized hologram once again flickered to life over the arena floor- a joyous and excited expression on his face as his voice boomed over the roar of the crowd.

"PEOPLE OF SAKAAR! BETA RAY BILL HAS BEEN DEFEATED! THE CONTEST OF CHAMPIONS HAS A NEW REIGNING CHAMPION: HEVNOKREN!"

I tilted my head up to look at the Grandmaster's booth from where he was broadcasting from. The only thing separating my mecha-dragon form from his squishy mortal one was about a few hundred meters and a pane of starship-grade reinforced glass.

I looked at my large clawed hand- Proto-Adamantium claws as long as swords seemed like they were polished to a mirror sheen. With these claws, I could possibly slice through Thor's Mjolnir.

"AND WITH OUR NEWLY CROWNED CHAMPION, I- WAIT. GUARDS!"

The Grandmaster's hologram took on a look of panic and alarm as a plasma bolt was shown flying over his shoulder in the hologram before it flickered out at that interruption. There was a murmur sweeping the crowds. But I knew what was happening: Sylvie making her move now, it seemed.

Good timing, I was getting impatient.

I shot towards the Grandmaster's booth- my magical wings carrying me at surprising speeds as I aimed to join the party.

The muzzle flash of automatic plasma weapons being fired visibly lit up the booth in the scant few seconds it took for me to crash claw-first through the glass. Despite being starship-grade reinforced glass, it still didn't stand a chance at stopping the momentum of three tonnes that was focused onto a single monomolecular Proto-Adamantium tip of my claw.

It shattered like regular glass would when faced with a speeding truck.

The luxurious booth had become a battlefield, I observed. The gold and velvet and hand-carved wood interior of the booth had been ravaged with stray plasma shots. Everyone was brandishing a pistol or a gun staff of some kind as two sides vied for control. But as my clawed feet stomped onto the booth floor, all the fighting immediately stopped to stare at me.

My shadow loomed over them all.

My 11 foot-tall dragon-mecha form filled up the room to the point where my head was almost scraping the ceiling. After seeing me brutalize contender after contender after contender for days on end, everyone knew that there was little stopping me.

Sylvie and her enchanted guards were at one end of the room- peeking over what little cover they had. And on the other side- standing next to me by the window that I had just smashed- were the Grandmaster and his own guards.

And by the looks of things, Sylvie had been losing this fight badly for some reason… then my red eyes spotted the Staff of Magnus that was lying on the floor- trapped underneath some fallen furniture. I glanced with naked exasperation to the Grandmaster's wet bar where Sylvie's messy mop of dyed-blonde hair and green-blue eyes peeked out from behind the counter.

So, that's what happened...

Sylvie charged into the Grandmaster's Booth despite being outnumbered by the Grandmaster's bodyguards- likely because she got arrogant with her newfound powers. She immediately got clipped with a stray shot and dropped the Staff of Magnus- forcing her to leave her own enchanted guards to fend for themselves as she tried retrieving the Staff.

It would seem that Sylvie's plan fell apart at the last minute right at the same point of failure as the other Lokis: She got cocky which led her to losing a decisive battle just when she was at the cusp of ultimate victory.

Typical Loki.

"Hey, Champ!" the Grandmaster gushed as he greeted me with a relieved smile. A gaudy golden pistol still in his hand as he rose from behind an upturned couch that he had taken cover behind. He patted down his gold and red robes down as he stood beside me- barely reached my hip height as he reached and patted my hip like I was an obedient dog.

"You're just in time! We got a little situation going on here that could really use yo- AAHH!"

I cut his drivel off as my basketball-sized fist grasped him by the waist- the razor sharp claws sinking slightly into him in a dozen different places.

"Sakaar is mine now." My booming growl echoed loudly throughout the booth. And whatever he was going to say next was cut off by me pitching him out the window with all my might- his gold and red robes fluttering as he hurtled the forty stories down to the arena floor like a comet.

Unsatisfied with just that, I followed it up with a Shout.

"FUS RO DAH!"

The full force of the Unrelenting Force Shout, amplified by both [Dragon Heart] and the unique properties of Proto-Adamantium, exploded out from my Proto-adamantium maw. The snap and thunder of a great sonic boom exploded from the booth- blasting the reinforced metal edges of the booth off just from the Shout passing by.

The reality bending wave of energy caught up to the falling form of the Grandmaster- accelerating him to transonic speeds and turning him into a human missile as he shot head-long into the unyielding arena floor at an excess of 300 km/hr.

Whatever inhuman physiology had kept him alive through the eons could not prevent the the Unrelenting Force Shout from reducing him to a crimson smear on the arena floor like the furious hand of some giant invisible god had smashed him onto it from the heavens.

The loud wet splat preceded the loud rumbling crash as Arena floor broke from the accelerated chunk of flesh and bone. The horrifying sound echoed throughout the silent arena as the reality of it sunk into the minds of the Sakaarian denizens: The Grandmaster met his end on the same arena floor that he had overlooked for millennia.

UPDATED COMPANY MISSION!

Mission Title: Under Draconic Rule

Scope: Standard-Level

Objective: Rule Sakaar for 10 years.

[?] Sub-Objective #1: Kill the Grandmaster and wrest Control of Sakaar from him

Sub-Objective #2: Triple the population and economic production of Sakaar within the next 5 years.

Sub-Objective #3: ?

Condition: You cannot leave Sakaar for more than 72 hours each month.

[?] Sub Reward #1: 40 Credits

Sub Reward #2: 200 Credits

Sub Reward #3: ?

Mission Reward: 1 T11 Ticket

I frowned. I'll deal with this new development later.

I turned back to the colourfully-robed guards- watching them as they quailed fearfully in their gaudy Sakaarian robes and piddly little plasma guns.

"Anyone who has objections step forward so that I can tear you in half in front of the others." I growled dangerously- my glowing red eyes meeting the eyes of every single one of the guards. And as I met each terror-filled pair of eyes, they knelt on one knee and bowed their heads in obedience.

Sylvie shakily stood up from behind the wet bar, and I got a good look at the charred flesh of her wound: A large chunk of her shoulder was gone in a charred-black crater that took her trapezius and her collarbone.

Then I looked around and found that some of the surviving guards had similar injuries. I nodded- I may as well include whichever guard that was alive as they were mine now.

Stretching out my hand slightly with my gleaming metal palms facing up, orbs of warmly glowing light appeared in both of my palms. With a gesture, I merged them into one as the Skyrim spell of [Grand Healing] charged up before I cast it immediately after. The guards jumped at the light show, but Sylvie- already used to the idea of magic- simply sighed in relief as she began walking to the fallen Staff of Magnus.

"Sylvie, how are the cartels, the scrapper clans and local leaders?" I prompted her as she sheepishly picked up the Staff- still sighing all the while as her plasma burn healed.

The guards were more amazed by how their own wounds had healed right before their eyes- staring at me with a look of utter reverence. A couple even went so far as to prostrate themselves before me. I paid them no mind, instead focusing on Sylvie as she picked up the Staff of Magnus from underneath the debris it was buried under.

"They're all willing to follow you now, Hev." She answered with a proud grin as she rolled her healed shoulder, "Especially after your performance in the arena, no one wants to get on your bad side. Sakaar's food, water, power generation, heavy industries, trading guilds and even the prostitution rings… we control them all."

The guards stiffened at the news that I was their new boss. If the threat of being brutally murdered hadn't cowed them into obedience, the fact that I was the one now signing their xeno paychecks certainly did.

My gleaming draconic head nodded in approval.

"Good, make sure this speech of mine resounds to every corner of Sakaar."

"Right.. I'm on it, Hev. Thanks..." Slyvie nodded with a cute pout before jogging away- heading off to the broadcasting control room to ensure that everything went smoothly. I took a brief moment to drag my gaze across her slender waist atop a nicely-shaped swaying rear end as she ran- just in time to meet her green-blue eyes as she glanced over her shoulder with a smug smirk.

Blowing a kiss, she winked at me one last time before turning a corner.

That teasing, mischievous little minx.

I turned to the remaining guards- a pointed glare in glowing red eyes.

"And for the rest of you, protect her with your lives; because if you don't, I will come back and make you beg for me to kill you."

At my words, they immediately scrambled after Sylvie- their vibrantly-coloured robes fluttering as they sprinted after her.

I jumped out the window- gliding across the same arc as the Grandmaster did right before he turned into red pulp. The eyes of the thousands in the bleachers watched me as I landed gently on the arena floor- my clawed metal feet standing in the chunky red soup of whatever was left of the Grandmaster's remains on the Arena floor.

"Sakaar."

I swept my eyes across the crowds as my voice boomed across the silent Arena.

"Your Grandmaster is dead by my hand. Your cartels, your Scrapper clans, your arena have already sworn their allegiance to me. Your food, your water, your power and everything else are under my control. *I* am the ruler of Sakaar now. "

"Go against me and you will be beaten down, you will be made into slaves, you will be made into food."

"But follow me..."

"Follow me and you will witness the armies and navies of the corpulent Empires of the galaxy falter and fail before our Might."

"Follow me and you will gorge your bellies full on the overflowing riches of a hundred worlds."

"Follow me and you will carve out your pound of vengeance from those arrogant weaklings out there that have spurned and looked down on you."

"Follow me and you will see them crawl in chains here on Sakaar where YOU will be their masters."

"FOLLOW ME. FOR I AM HEVNOKREN, AND I AM YOUR CHAMPION! AND WE SHALL RAPE, KILL AND PILLAGE!"

"NOW AND FOR ALL TIME!"

And though they had been roaring their throats raw for the past few hours. Their shouts of approval and adulation resounded much louder than ever before.

Sakaar was mine now.

But the real prize, I was going to claim in just a little while later.

[A little while later]

I looked out the window of what was once the Grandmaster's party room- now refurbished into my war room where I could oversee the mustering of whatever semblance of military might Sakaar had at its disposal.

The only other occupant of the room aside from me, Sylvie sat on my plush black armchair that actually befit my status as Dragonborn. She leaned back- as if testing the comfiness of my new throne for herself. She had switched to something that resembled her outfit in the Loki series: Black leather vest over a black short sleeve. Black pants and combat boots. Her golden horned circlet was still on her brow. The only thing missing was a green cloak or cape.

Sylvie had just finished briefing me on what schemes she had in place to help with my Mission to triple the population- the devious little minx that she was. 'Nihilistic Acquisition' she liked to call her plan.

Not that I stressed over such things as I liked to keep my plans simple. 'Rape, Kill, Pillage.' can't get any simpler than that and I'll figure out the rest as I go along. I was also a big supporter of the American Strategy: 'If we don't know what we're doing, the enemy certainly can't anticipate our future action.'

But I liked springing surprises on people who underestimate my intelligence, so I made a mental note to add some of my own surprises to Sylvie's plan.

"That's one planet down." I muttered to her in an amused chuckle- my deep voice sounding like a bag of gravel tumbling- as I purchased a couple of things from the Company Smartphone. Let the surprises begin.

"One planet down, you say. That's one planet more than I thought we would be able to take over." Sylvie admitted with an equally amused chuckle.

But the signature amused Loki smirk settled on her soft lips as my dragonplate-clad form turned to face her.

"You had doubts that I'd succeed?" I scoffed, amused. As if there were any doubts that I'd win against the weakling Grandmaster that was so unlike his comic book counterpart. So weak and… mortal.

"Oh, I had several moments that made me doubt." She offhandedly teased as she poured herself some red wine made of some exotic xeno grapes, "The Cartels and the Scrapper clans made me wonder if they understood any language at all, but after seeing you begin completely dominating the Arena scene, they were quick to sing a different tune."

"You were right, Hev. The threat of overwhelming violence did help in guiding them into the fold." She conceded in an exasperated tone. "I didn't even get to absorb people's lifeforce as much as I would have liked."

"You're hungry for more power, that's good." I commented as I held up the Staff of Magnus- admiring how it looked, "The places we'll be going. The people we'll face. You'll both have an abundance of power to absorb, as well as a chance to let loose said power."

"Oh, I like it when you talk dirty." She purred eagerly with a sly grin.

"Speaking of which…" I trailed off, levelling a look of lust at her with my red eyes that almost glowed with lust for her, "We've just taken over an entire world. It's time for some celebration before we move onto the next phase of our plans."

Sylvie went silent at that- a deep red blush blossoming on her pretty face as I picked her up by her slender waist before sitting her down on the edge of the table. She moaned softly as she shivered in my hands- the little minx likely had a turn on to displays of strength such as being handled or carried like that.

With a forceful tug, I tore through the fabric of her top- exposing the deep green lacy bra that held her perky B-cups. Her bra complimented the rest of her exposed torso- her pale pinkish skin creamy and smooth, her toned belly and her slender waist. A life on the run had made her slightly more athletic than her counterparts.

"Hey! Did you really have to tear those up?" Sylvie half-heartedly whined as she looked at her ruined black leather top as it fell off of her.

It's good that she was protesting more about her clothes rather than the fact that I was about to claim her as my woman. But she did bring up a point that I was getting around to addressing too.

"I'll craft you a better one. You will not believe how good it is." I offhandedly promised before moving onto her pants- tearing it apart with my hands just like her top to reveal the matching and equally lacy pair of deep green panties.

"You'd better." She pouted as I began taking off her combat boots, "Do you have any idea how hard it was looking for nice clothes in my size?"

She reached up with her slender, gloved hands- lifting the dragonplate helmet off me. My red eyes met her blue-green ones as she looked up with mild surprise.

"Mmmm… you're more handsome than I thought you would look like under that helmet." Sylvie muttered in a soft voice- almost uncharacteristically shy for her- as she blushed faintly.

I actually hadn't taken off my dragonplate helmet since arriving here on Sakaar: I didn't even know what I looked like without it. But I do remember that I was a Nord. So, likely someone with sandy blond hair, a strong jaw and ruby-red eyes.

But since we were already here, I leaned down and captured her lips with mine- her soft yet firm pink lips tasted akin to peppermint.

I unclasped my dragonplate gauntlets- dropping them into my [Pocket Dimension] before raising my hands up to knead her perky breasts through her deep green bra- drawing a soft moan from Sylvie. The noticeable bumps of sensitive and very aroused nipples through the lace dragging across my palms made her shiver in pleasure.

"Mmmmmm~" She sighed in pleasure as she leaned her head back- pushing her chest closer against my kneading hands.

In response, I decided to tease her further. My other hand glided down across her stomach and cupping her warm sex through her deep green panties- the wetness only just starting to soak through the lace.

"Don't tease me so much…" She whined with a pout- moving her hips to grind against my palm.

Sylvie was being unexpectedly demure and… cute.

It only made me want to claim her even more thoroughly. Stepping up the pace, I reached behind her to unclasp her bra- letting her firm B-cups jiggled and swayed in the cool air of the room as I tossed her deep green bra off to the side.

Sylvie had that lithe build with graceful curves, and her perky medium-sized breasts only elevated her figure.

My hand found its way into her panties- slipping under the waistband to tease her soaking wet femininity directly. My fingers slid across her delicate inner lips- stroking the fingertips along the sensitive edges before curling up to tease her incredibly sensitive pink nub at the top of her leaking slit.

"Yessss… your fingers feel so good on me! Don't stop!" She moaned out- bucking her hips against my fingers.

Paired with my other hand that kept swapping between her two perky breasts, I could tell that she was rapidly getting close from how she was steadily getting more and more restless under my hand's movement. The lure skill [Sticky Fingers] that I bought from the Company gave my hands a supernatural capability in pleasuring women.

Her slender hands gripped my arm and used it as leverage so that she could slide her hips closer to my touch- a beautiful look of ecstasy on her flushed pink face. Frantically bucking her hips against my probing fingers- desperate to have her soft, silky feminine lips drinking the sensations of my touch- Sylvie moaned wildly as fingers stroked up and down her sensitive slit.

"I'm CUMMING!~"

And a beautiful sight revealed itself to me as this gorgeous Goddess of Mischief was brought into a screaming orgasm- clawing at my chest as she came and came and came- bucking her hips and grinding her trembling pussy on my fingers as the fingertips flicked across her nipples and stroked her throbbing clitoris.

Blue-green eyes- hazed over with lust- looked on without focus as her body twitched from the aftershocks of her big orgasm.

Pulling away momentarily, she whined at the loss of my hands on her hot body. But silenced as I went to detach my codpiece, and let my already throbbing hard cock rest between her breasts. Even her hot body fresh from her orgasm felt cool to how hot my shaft was, and Sylvie noticed it as well- Her green-eyes widened in surprise and her pink lips drawn in a hesitant line.

"A-alright, it's much bigger up close." She commented in a small voice- admitting to sneaking peeks while I was with Valkyrie.

Hooking a single finger on the leg band of her panties, I tore that off her. Try as she might, she couldn't help the shudder of pure lust at the display of raw strength.

Grasping her steadily around her waist, I lifted her up off the table- dragging the thick, throbbing head of my cock down along the center-line of her body. Down from her cleavage, across her flat stomach, and drawing a long groan from her as it pressed up against her slit. Her pink lips looked small when its tight entrance held on top of the night wrist-thick pillar of man meat that was poised to penetrate her.

Her long legs- creamy smooth pale-pink skin from hip to toe- wrapped around my waist as a hesitant expression came about her features. Blue-green eyes looked up at me pleadingly as a request left her lips.

"Please do it genTLAHHHHhhhhNNN~!"

I wasn't.

On my hands, Sylvie shook from a sudden climax as her tight, slender body slid down all the way to the hilt of my cock in one smooth and very wet motion. Her pretty pink pussy lips were stretched taut around the thickness of my cock as it filled her up full with my throbbing member all the way to her vulnerable womb.

And she was incredibly tight and wet- especially since I was likely the biggest man that she'd ever had before.

"T-to have my virginity taken so roughly, I guess I shouldn't have expected anything different from you…" Sylvie whispered as she panted from her climax.

"You're a virgin? That's surprising." I couldn't help but comment as I ground her hips against mine- pressing the tip of my cock right against the deepest part of her dripping hot vagina.

"I-I don't like your tone." She shakily retorted with a pout- likely trying to resist moaning out her pleasure as she chastised me, "What kind of woman do you think I am?"

"A hedonist." I immediately answered with a teasing bounce of her lithe body onto a thick cock- remembering how she had described herself in the tv series.

".. that's truuuueee~" She moaned while her silky, wet inner walls clenched wildly around my shaft as I rocked in and out of her- her pussy's silky wet insides doing its best to milk me dry. "B-but I also have something- You're hitting so deep in me- c-called 'standards.' "

I snorted at that. Likely the only reason she hadn't was because- as expected of a Loki- Sylvie was naturally narcissistic and saw everyone beneath her.

"Must have been an impressive set of standards for you to hold out this long." I taunted her as I used her smaller 5'7" like she was just a cocksleeve for my 7" form. Sylvie loved it, apparently. The way her slender body would

"You- Yesss! That's so deep!- You gave me an entire world to rule, h-how can that not be impressive! Oh, Harder!" She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her perky, bouncing breasts against the dragonplate of my chest.

"I'm cumming again!" She joyously announced just as she did so. The tight, smooth folds of her insides clamping down tight around me, thrusting shaft. Every womb-deep thrust splattering her nectar into the air- the thick tip pressing against the rubbery entrance of her cervix- thirsting as it was for her prize.

"Whoever said that Sakaar is yours to rule?" I asked her with faux-indignation. Heedless of the fact that she just came, I began moving her body faster up and down my shaft- her silky wet insides squeezing madly around my thick shaft with every thrust.

And Sylvie couldn't take anymore, cumming right again so soon after the last one.

"Yessss~" She cried out- bucking her hips against mine to meet every womb-pounding threat halfway. Blue-green eyes afire with lust as she gazed up at me- bouncing on her own," Y-you said it yourself, Hev. You're not- Oh yes, go faster!- you're not the type to s-sit back and administrate an entire planet."

"You power-hungry little minx. The thrill of being in power turns you on that much?" My voice growled out with amusement as I gave her toned pale rear end a firm spank- the meaty slap echoing through the room over the sounds of our fevered fucking.

Sylvie squeaked at that, her voice high-pitched and exceedingly cute.

Another spank rocketed to her toned rear end- the sting making her jump into my thrusting. Then another spank rang out right after, then another and another. We settled into a coordinated rhythm of me gouging the back of her pussy with the fat, blunt head of my massive cock three consecutive times before I gave either one of her ass-cheeks a firm, resounding spank.

Her smooth pale-pink ass-cheeks were likely red by now from the successive slapping. There was a certain thrill to being in a position to spank a goddess of mischief's soft pale ass until it was red.

"S-stop that… It's starting to feel weird!" Sylvie whined as she rushed headlong into another orgasm- this one helped along by her increasingly raw ass.

And despite her protests, she still her moans didn't lessen nor did she slow down in meeting my thrusts either- eagerly impaling her sweet pink pussy right down to the hilt every time before my slap on her ass spurred her to try and drive it even deeper into her. And soon enough, Sylvie couldn't help but cry out as she reached her peak.

"I'm cumming from my ass getting spanked!" she cried out with an air of disbelief as she clamped down tight yet again, "It stings but it feels soooo gooood~!"

I grunted as her tight little virgin pussy squeezed down like a hot feminine vice- the wet silken texture of her inner walls doing its best to coax out my semen and pour it right into the back wall of her fertile womb.

After feeling Sylvie cum over and over again on my cock, it was inevitable that she was eventually going to get what she wanted: Having me cum inside her until every delicate feminine fold in her pussy was painted white with my cum.

Something that I had no trouble with obliging her as often as she wished, but it will always be on my terms.

I stopped my thrusting for a moment so that I could carry her over to the window. Blue-green eyes looked at me oddly as she rested herself hilt-deep onto my cock- idly squeezing around me. That squeezing doubled in strength as she felt her slender back as well as her raw and very red ass pressed against the reinforced glass- the cool glass must feel incredibly pleasurable to her hand-print covered ass-cheeks.

"Hev…" Sylvie whined even as I began sawing in and out of her quivering pussy. "This is embarrassing!"

But more than the fact that Sakaarians needed only look up to see me pounding their new planetary governor into a fantastic orgasm, this new position with a surface for Sylvie to rest against- allowed her the distinct pleasure of having her pussy that had already been made perilously sensitive from her previous orgasms.

Then I began fucking her in earnest, and Sylvie screamed out in unbearable pleasure- rocketing her high into the cloud of an amazing climax and held aloft there over and over again with each consecutive thrust.

If before the force of my thrusts pushed her entire body up slightly, now her overly-sensitive pussy had no choice but to absorb every pound of force that my thrusting produced. The mere act of sinking my wrist-thick cock in her tight and well-fucked hole felt completely different than before as her sensitive inner walls and her womb were forced to bear the brunt of every thrust.

"Yes.. Yes! YES! Fuck me! Faster... Harder… DEEPER!" She begged while panting for breath in between words.

And that's what I did- I indulged her wish as I forced more of my throbbing hot manhood into her silky wet hole.

"I'm going to fill you up, my power-hungry little slut." My deep voice growled at her as I picked up the pace- enough that even the glass behind her was beginning to get splattered with her nectar.

"Yes! Cum in me, please!" She begged wantonly- her long legs wrapping as tight as they could around my waist- urging me to never pull out. Not that I had any intention to.

This lithe and sexy Goddess of Mischief was going to have her feminine insides painted white with cum.

"You're going to be ruling this world in my name while a steamy pool of my cum rests in your womb." I taunted her as I placed even more force in each of my thrusts- driving my cock to the hilt with a loud wet meaty slap of our hips meeting together, "That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Yessssss~! That's what I want!" Sylvie could only squeal out in excitement. "I want it so bad!"

And with a guttural roar, and the most powerful thrust I could muster- the thick head of my cock pried open the entrance of her fertile womb wide open just in time for the tip of my cock to start shooting its thick load.

Heavy streams of virile pearly-white cum thudded against the back of her womb with incredible force.

"YESSSSSSSSSSS~!" Sylvie screamed out her lungs in blinding pleasure as she came from the feeling of that one spurt of cum.

And with the wild clenching of silky inner walls, it was impossible to hold back- the rest shooting out soon after the first. Each hot rope of semen as thick and copious as the last.

"YES~ YES~ YES!"

And with each one, Sylvie could only scream louder and louder until- as promised- her womb was filled to the point of spilling with my hot seed. A molten pool of white settling in her lower belly. As she trembled in my arms from the mind-bendingly amazing orgasm that we shared.

"Y- you're…" She tried to say as she panted heavily for breath before finally catching enough of it to say, "You're still hard?"

"Did you think just one round will be enough?" My booming voice laughed with a cruel tone.

"M-mercy?" She whimpered in a small voice. Her blue-green eyes narrowed into pinpricks as she realised just how utterly fucked she was.

This sexy goddess of mischief has been a slender little cocktease for long enough- walking around with those swaying hips and blushing little glances that she shot at me. Now all of her tight wet holes were going to reimburse all those blue balls that she'd given me.

With interest.

"No." My growl rumbled through her- making her shiver in equal parts fear and arousal. "I'm not going to stop until you're leaking cum from all the way to the deepest parts of your lovely body."

My large hand's fingers lovingly ran across her scalp before pushing her face down against the desk. The long hard shaft- still glistening from the nectar from a dozen of her orgasms- once again lined up against her sore and thoroughly fucked quim that was now about to be even more used by the time I was done with her.

"I wonder which one will break first, the table or you?" I mused with eager lust and mocking, "Let's find out."

Using her raw and thoroughly red ass as a pillow to cushion my thrusts, I began fucking Sylvie hard against the table's surface- making the wood creaked underneath her to accompany her wail of unbearable pleasure as she came over and over again.

It was good to be champion.

Now all that was left was to laugh in the faces of the incoming Contractors, brutally murder them, and rape their women. And not necessarily in that order.

[Across time and space]

Aether had tried to be a good person, he really did; but the Waifu Catalog made slave-masters out of good people.

His blond hair swayed in the gentle breeze. His golden eyes looked to the horizon where the clear blue sky met the distant snow-capped mountains to the west and the endless glittering blue sea in the east, admiring the beauty of this world that he had awakened in. One of his entourage was even singing a song that the wind carried to the rest of them.

But none of it seemed to help soothe the burden in his heart.

Despite having lived for a total of 16 years of life, Aether already felt so old. He had just been an ordinary highschooler until he pushed a kid out of the way of a speeding truck. And upon his untimely death, he found out that he had entered the service of The Company as a Contractor.

At first, he was overjoyed by such power. Who wouldn't be when they were given the option to go on an isekai adventure? He certainly dreamed of such a thing back in his first life. He was even presented with a whole slew of options too!

And so, he had dropped into a fictional world that he had only seen through the monitor of his computer. He travelled the world- breathed the same air as the people he had only once dreamed about, watched the gripping story unfold before his very eyes and shaped events so that the people to his liking.

And whenever he encountered his crushes, he did his best to Capture them: using the Company Stamp to tattoo his brand on them. And they loved him for it- the tattoo nudging their minds to adore him and only him.

And the moments he shared with his waifus...

Aether glanced at the girls that surrounded him- some sitting with him around the small table and sipping their teas, others were lounging around the veranda. And as his golden eyes met their vibrantly varied ones, each and every single one of his waifus flashed a brilliant smile at him that made his heart skip a beat.

He had dreamed of moments like those- when he'd hear from his own two ears that his once-2D crushes loved him. And he returned that affection in kind as much as he could. Treating them with the supernaturally good cooking skills granted by the Company skill that he had bought: [Faerie Feast]. Or by using [Sticky Fingers], Aether gave everyone in his family massages after battles and just lending an ear as they had opened their hearts to him, confiding to him their hopes and dreams and their dark fears and secret wants.

Whenever he did that, it felt like he was not forcing himself on their hearts, like he was not a horrible person for obligating them to have the same affection that he had for them, like he was not a slaver wearing the face of a good person.

But deep down, Aether knew that it changed nothing: The Company tattoo that was still on them as it bent their will to care for him and to love him. It was why he hadn't allowed their relationship to take their relationship beyond just kissing. Rape wasn't something he'd ever allow himself to do, doubly so for people he cares about and who cares about him in return.

In the end, how much of that care and affection was real? And how much of it was the mind-controlling tattoo that he had placed on them in the first place?

Aether found it so difficult to muster the courage to find out.

Maybe if he-

His Company Tablet chimed as it received a notification. Slipping the tablet out of his pocket dimension, Aether's golden eyes widened in surprise at the email from the Company itself. With his curiosity piqued, he read through the brief contents.

NEW COMPANY MISSION!

Mission Title: Deathmatch PvP Participation

Scope: Quick-Level

Objective: Kill or Capture the target (Chaotic Evil) Contractor

Condition: You cannot leave the world until your target Contractor is dead or Captured.

Mission Reward: 1000 Company Credits, Free Return Travel.

...

Maybe this was what he needed: To do some good in the multiverse.

If he could stop a Chaotic Evil Contractor from enslaving and raping girls, it would prove without a doubt that he, Aether, wasn't one of them. He really wanted to believe that he was the good guy in this story. He needed this mission. And that's why…

...he pressed accept.

Thank you for participating in this Deathmatch PvP!

Thanks to scheduling policies, you are granted a grace period of 48 hours to prepare before the Company automatically teleports you and your waifus to the target universe.

Aether raised an eyebrow at the notification, but he shrugged.

He first thought that they could travel there whenever they're ready, but he supposed that it was only fair to put a time limit.

Still, Aether felt a great burden lifted from his heart, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

'I fight for people who cannot fight for themselves.' Aether thought to himself. 'I'm a good person.'

A soft smile found itself on his face, and his waifus couldn't help but match. He should talk to everyone to convince them to join him- he didn't want to force this fight on them if they were truly against it after all. But knowing how devoted his waifus were, it went without saying that they'd follow him to the ends of the multiverse.

He smiled at the thought of such love and devotion.

His waifus had a lot of responsibilities here on their homeworld, but it shouldn't take too long. He believed in the power of his waifus and the bonds that they had forged with one another. Just preparing and packing for the trip would take longer than the vacation itself.

Two days at most.

And as he looked up to the bright blue sky and warm sun, Aether had a feeling that they were going to do some real good on this Company Mission.

Things were looking up.

[Two Days later - Xandar, Capital World of the Nova Empire]

An entire world was burning.

There were approximately 200 million souls on Planet G-69. And from how the situation was unfolding before her very eyes, Nova Prime Irani Rael- commander of the Nova Corps- would consider it a victory if only 100 million died.

She was charged with protecting the people of the Nova Empire. Each and every single one of the Nova Corps were. But that meant little when most of their forces were here in the capital planet's orbit- still scrambling to get asses in cockpits to respond to the sudden attack.

And it was here that Irani stood: in the Nova Corp HQ- the seat of power for the Nova Empire. Pristine white walls, potted plants, high tech holographic interfaces and almost every amenity known to the empire. An army of intelligence officers, administrators and officers put in the long hours to keep everything from their day-to-day operations to their fleet logistics running.

Irani's crisp teal uniform would normally make everyone more alert as their leader attended to the situation personally, but the command center was already a chaotic flurry of activity and cacophonous chatter.

Their original plan had backfired on them, and it had been so simple too.

Present a strong enough front that the Kree Empire will realise that they had no option but to realise that the Kree Empire can no longer sustain the war machine that once toiled unflinchingly along for over a millennium. That Peace was finally an option.

The Nova Corp didn't have enough ships to take over and occupy Kree space- but they had more than enough to hold their own worlds twice over. A respectable amount of Nova Corp ships on each planet to prevent raiders and harry skirmishers, and the bulk of their stellar fleet right here over their capital world of Xandar. 'The cost of taking our planets will be ruinous for you.' was the message the Nova Corp sent across the galaxy.

And it had worked!

After all, they were so close to a peace treaty with the Kree Empire- just a three more years or so and the thousand year war between them would finally, finally come to a close.

Then a third party attacked, and now she could do nothing but watch as one of the worlds that she had sworn to protect burned right before their eyes.

This terrifying new Sakaarian leader had set it alight, and it was like the Mad Titan all over again. Monsters, most will no doubt call them to be. Gods, others will claim. Individuals with so much power at their fingertips that 99.999% of the galaxy were nothing but short-lived insects to them.

Irani Rael could only watch on as what little video feeds they had left on the planet was focused on the battle that unfold.

The Sakaarian leader battled his equally formidable foes in the middle of the most populous area of the planet.

It was like watching gods fight amongst themselves as their forms strode through the increasingly ruined megacity capital of G-69. Energy blasts of impossible physics. Macro-kinesis on the city-wide scale. Even the weather of the entire planet shifted back and forth to their whims.

"Ma'am…you're going to want to see this." the nervous voice of an intelligence officer called out as she marched over with just a shiver of dread in her bones, "The Sakaarians! They're..."

"Just spit it out!" Irani shouted in his face- the frustration building up in her.

"The Sakaarians put a five million Unit bounty on one of the belligerents on G-69!" He blurted out, his gloved hand tapped at his holographic interface and brought his display up to the main holographic display that took up the entire front wall of the Command Center.

A map of the entire galaxy was lit up on the display. With thousands upon thousands of pulsing red dots being drawn towards a single point.

"It looks as if every bounty hunter, space pirate, mercenary and cutthroat in the galaxy are gunning for the bounty and they're all making a mad dash for planet G-69." the intelligence officer explained.

Plan M then.

Sighing, her gloved hand rose up to massage the bridge of her nose: She hated Plan M. Irani didn't doubt for one second that Plan M could fail- it had a 100% success rate after all, but it was always too expensive for her blood. In terms of collateral damage, it was very expensive already. Add on the cost of deploying Plan M in the first place? Irani held Plan M only for the most dire of circumstances.

And 200 million lives on the line seemed dire enough.

"Make the call to Captain Marvel." She very reluctantly ground out to her comms officers. "Offer her the usual blank check, or amnesty for anyone she wants. Just get her to respond to this."

At that, the command center once again devolved into a flurry of movement as they did their best to authorize and gather the political capital to make such a steep budget possible. And all the while, Irani simply stood there as she watched the ongoing fight between gods.

"Message received from Captain Marvel, ma'am." one of her comms officers reported to her- a tone of relief in his voice, "She's on her way there."

But Irani had little choice in the matter, this was beyond the capabilities of the Nova Corps. The most that they could do was scramble evacuation ships for their citizens. Captain Marvel will need to handle the belligerents on her own.

Not like she needs any help anyway.

[Somewhere in the fringes of the Nova Empire]

"Loving this new jacket." Peter Quill, soon-to-be-known as Star-Lord, smiled to himself as he straightened his new maroon jacket- the colours of Yondu's Ravager clan.

After the last haul that they pulled with that Nova Empire shipment of Iridium, he took part of his share to replace his ratty old one. And now he can't stop admiring himself during work hours. At least until, across the room, Yondu Udonta- his kidnapper and adoptive father- spat out his drink in a wet spray of beer all over the console that he was reading from.

"HOOOOEEE! " He shouted, laughing and banging his fists against the metal console. "LEEEEE FUUUUCK!"

The wild display of excitement didn't even raise eyebrows as it was business as usual on a Ravager ship. Something not even their Captain Yondu was exempt from. But Quill had a feeling at the back of his mind that this time was different. Something big was up.

"Yondu?" Quill asked him- his curiosity piqued- as he got up from his chair to walk over to his captain who was still chuckling to himself as he stared at the closed console screen.

His ugly blue-skinned mug was stretched into the widest, nastiest grin that Peter had ever seen, flashing his yellow and uneven teeth to the rest of the crew like alien Christmas had come early in this part of the galaxy.

"Crew!" Yondu called out to them, "Pack up, load up, and suit up! We got a bounty on our hands, and ain't it a big one."

At the word 'bounty,' everyone on the bridge stopped what they were doing and looked at their captain- waiting for him to explain.

"Just a few minutes ago, the Sakaarian big-cheese got into a fight with our target on one of them Nova Empire worlds. And now we're getting paid to… tip the scales so that the Sakaarian wins. 'Course the Nova Corps ain't gonna take that lying down and they're scrambling ships to the location. And when the Nova Corps deploys, y'all know that the Kree are gonna match their movements."

"Getting in a threeway with the Nova Corp and the Kree sounds a bit dicey, Yondu. How much are they paying?" Quill called out- asking the most important question of them all- just loud enough for the benefit of those in the back as they crowded around the captain.

The crew also thought the same as the murmurs of agreement snuck around the crowd.

Peter knew that he was right: Even a million Units won't be enough to risk getting caught between the Nova Corps, the Kree Empire and rival bounty hunters. If he had to give a number that he thought would make it worth it, two million Units sounds just about-

"Five million Units. The bounty is worth five million Units." Yondu replied with a knowing, eager yellow-toothed grin. And everyone froze in shock at the figure, even Quill couldn't keep his jaw from hanging loose like an idiot.

Five thousand Units could feed a whole family for a year on the fringe planets with lots of Units to burn. Fifty thousand could get you a sweet-ass ship like the Milano that Quill was thinking of stealing from Yondu. Five hundred thousand would let you live like a king for decades.

Their last job paid out just over 2,000 after split. But five million Units? From just one bounty? Even split across the forty crew members of the Yondu's Ravager crew, that's more than 100 grand a crew member- almost double Quill's entire life savings.

"I think I just came a bit in my pants." Quill muttered with a shudder- the first to break the silence followed by the murmuring echoes of 'Yeah' and 'Me too' from the rest of the dumbstruck crew as they daydreamed what they were going to do with their share.

"Y'all heard it right." Yondu grinned with a nod as he tapped a few buttons on his console to bring up the wanted poster up in the air, front and center so that everyone could see it. Showing them a blonde, golden-eyed boy that couldn't have been out of his teens yet. "This is what five million Units looks like… Baby-face Aether, I don't know why or how he pissed off the Sakaarians to give him a five million Unit bounty. But I could kiss his empty skull anyway!"

Yondu slammed his fist against the metal console once again, roaring at them.

"FIVE. MILLION. UNITS. NOW GIT MOVIN' IF YOU WANT YOUR SHARE OF THAT BOUNTY!"

"AYE, CAP'N!" The crowd all shouted back at him- double-timing it to their posts even as Yondu began barking out orders- marching up and down the bridge.

"Helmsman! Set a course for the Nova Empire - 3rd Quadrant - Planet G-69 and I want to be there yesterday! Quartermaster! Grab all the guns we got and make sure that everyone's got a couple of straps. Engineers! Overcharge the engines- we can buy new ones after this."

"Oh! And, as for you, Boy! Get on over here to my office." Yondu finally turned to Quill- gesturing to follow him into his 'office' which was just a small bar that Yondu kept locked down unless he had guests over.

But what got under Peter's skin was being called 'Boy.' He felt his brows furrow and his fists clench as the nickname brought bad memories of his childhood.

"I'm thirty years old, Yondu. I ain't your 'boy' anymore." Peter told him firmly as the metal bulkhead shut behind him- giving them some privacy. Now Peter was starting to get worried about whatever Yondu wanted with him that he'd want it said in private.

"I've been cap'n of this ship for longer than you've been breathing, you'll always be 'Boy' to me." Yondu fired back with a toothy grin- as if he found Peter's attempts at getting some respect to be funny.

For his part, Peter wanted to sock him right now.

"But this ain't about you right now." His blue-skinned kidnapper emphasized as he poured himself some scotch into a whisky tumbler, "I need you to take an M-ship, mosey on over to Sakaar and join up with whatever they're schemin'."

"Sakaar?! But that's like the opposite direction of the bounty!" Peter couldn't help but raise his voice in confusion, this really came out of the left field for him. "How do you even know this?"

Yondu just scoffed before taking a sip out of his scotch- meeting Peter's green eyes with his own red ones. Peter didn't flinch or break his stare- earning an approving smile from Yondu.

"Let's just say that I know a guy: A guy who's been keepin' his eyes peeled… and you know what he saw on Sakaar, Quill?" He asked rhetorically, "None of them ships on Sakaar are movin' to take that bounty."

"But why?" Peter couldn't help but squawk in confusion. That didn't make sense when the bounty was placed by their boss.

"That's the question, ain't it?" Yondu nodded with a knowing smile while swilling his scotch in his rough blue hand, "them Sakaarians are plannin' something big, and this here bounty is only a distraction for it. I want you to be our guy on the inside when that something big happens."

"What makes you so sure that I won't just run off with the ship?" Peter challenged him- looking straight at Yondu's red eyes. And despite Peter wanting to sound threatening, Yondu only smiled patronizingly back at him.

"Cuz Peter…" he began with a crooked smile, "you'll be missing out on your share of that five mil."

"A hundred G's…" Peter couldn't help but mutter, his mouth drew into a thin line as he realised that Yondu was right.

"Right. Now that something ain't worth skipping out on, ain't it boy?" Yondu laughed- knowing that he had Peter on the ropes. But instead of rubbing it in like Peter expected, he found a whisky tumbler sliding across the table in his direction and stopping on the spot of the table just beside where he stood.

"Hell, let me sweeten the deal for you: If you do a good job, I might just consider feeling generous and promoting you to two shares. What do you say, boy?" Yondu propositioned as he raised his tumbler to Peter.

It wasn't Peter's first rodeo on a solo mission. Even the crew- who were already leery about the risk of him making a break for it- had admitted that Peter was best one for jobs like that. Jobs that needed someone quick on their toes, fast on the draw and faster on the fast talking too. He was the guy for the job.

But it was the first one that had him go so far from everyone.

"Cap'n." Peter affirmed to Yondu as he picked up the whisky tumbler from the table, raising the sparkling glass to Yondu's own tumbler with a soft clink. The blue-skinned centaurian smiled warmly at him at the sound- at him accepting his offer.

"Aw, I knew I could count on you! C'mere, boy!" Yondu barked happily as he suddenly caught Peter in a side-long hug over his shoulder, "Now listen, I've heard from a... 'reputable source' that the new Grandmaster of Sakaar has someone run the show for him while he's gone. A girl, pretty good lookin' too."

Walking them both over to a nearby console, Yondu brought up a pic of the girl in question onto the holographic screen, and Peter had to admit that Yondu was right: The girl was good looking.

The blonde hair, the perfect heart-shaped face with the light dusting of a blush, the tight black-leather outfit with the lush green cloak only highlighted how well-shaped her lithe body was, the horned golden circlet on her forehead… even that mischievous little smirk on her rose-pink lips… Everything about the girl gave an incredibly sexy 'bad girl' vibe to her. And she knew it.

"What'd I tell you, boy?" Yondu joked with a wide yellow-toothed grin, giving Peter a playful jab to the shoulder.

"Now pick up your jaw- you can eyeball her in person later. And when you do, turn up the charm. Get on her good side. Give her some of that 'Star-Lord experience' that them girls in Contraxia talk about. Hahaha! But whatever you got to do, get in on that super secret operation that them Sakaarians are plannin'."

"Get whatever you need from the armoury and take the Milano, and make sure to call your old man Yondu every once in a while, got that?!" Yondu told him as he gave Peter one last pat on the back before walking to the door of the bar.

Peter nodded in understanding. That was simple enough to follow: Charm the girl, get in on the Sakaarian action, make sure to check in with Yondu after. But more importantly...

"You better hold on to my share til I get back though, Yondu. Or I'm beating your ass." Peter warned Yondu- but his heart wasn't really into it- sounding only half-threatening and half-joking already.

"Hah! Don't sweat." Yondu reassured him, grinning back at him with that crooked yellow smile of his."Us second-generation Ravagers don't cheat their crew out of their loot- you know that!"

And just as Peter was out the bar's door, Yondu waved back at him.

"And, boy?" Yondu called out to him- making Peter turn back. Red eyes met his green ones, and Yondu's meaty finger pointed straight at him with a serious frown on his blue-skinned face. "Don't you die out there."

Peter just waved back- with a cocky smirk.

"Don't worry about it, Yondu! Just keep your ear out for a Star-Lord tearing things up out there." He shouted back as he made his way to the barracks to gather his stuff.

Inwardly, Peter was trying to calm himself. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were missing something about all this.

He got this in the bag though, he reassured himself. A hundred, no, two hundred grand when he got back from this assignment of his… and whatever he could nab during the Sakaarian mission. Maybe have that girl as his liaison on Sakaar too as it's nice to have friends in high places.

But as he walked over to his new ship, Peter felt a shiver crawl up his spine. He had a very bad feeling about all this- like everything was supposed to add up but something was still missing. But what?

The fight on the Nova Empire's Planet G-69. The scrambling of every available Nova Corp ship. The mad race for the five million Unit bounty. The girl from Sakaar and her fleet of ships.

There was something important missing from the picture- he could feel it in his gut.

This wasn't going to end well for anyone.

- Chapter 4 End -

Chapter 5: The Gods' Tempestuous Arrival scheduled for posting on Wednesday

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AN:

Planet G-69… Heh, it's the funny number.

Other IP Waifus... will only appear as the waifus of other goody-two-shoes Contractors. Because Hev believes that he, himself, is the number one priority for spending Company Credits on; and spending money to get women is sad when you can go out their and get a couple for free. In other news, I also don't want too much bloat, so not all waifus that Hev steals from the soft-spined Contractors will have a spot light.

Each Hostile Contractor will have a theme going on for their harem (They come from a single IP, they are all redheads, they are all sneaky rogues in leather catsuits, etc.) which I'll likely hold for the next poll.

1st Contractor: Genshin Impact

2nd Contractor: Muscle/Fit girls (Ghislaine, Yoruichi, etc.)

3rd Contractor: Undecided, maybe a supercharged Overwatch cast. Maybe League of Legends. I'll put it to poll. Got a decent amount of chapters before then.

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20th Contractor: Undecided, likely a T11 or two.

Suggest a theme, and I'll put it on the next poll on QuestionableQuesting.

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