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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 10

Chapter 10: Building the Dread Armada, Part 2

[Dregeth-2, former Kree Metropolitan Planet]

Ronan the Accuser walked amongst the graves and ghosts of an entire planet.

"Heart-breaking, isn't it?" A soft feminine voice murmured in his ear- the Supreme Intelligence, speaking in the voice of his long dead sister. Ronan's fist tightened at the sound of that particular voice, but aside from that, he did not let any outward sign of his agitation escape from him.

"Once, Dregeth-2's capital city was a thriving metropolis almost five hundred kilometres in diameter." The Supreme Intelligence mournfully whispered, "This planet was to-be a shining beacon of Kree civilization at the edge of our empire- illuminating a light for those outside their empire to be drawn to so that they may join the Kree in glory and prosperity. Luxury residences that touched the sky, hydroponics farms to produce an endless bounty of food, kilometre-wide medical centres, even commerce megaplexes for those whimsy luxuries."

Clad in the pitch black robes of the Accusers, he walked along the ashen ground- looking around him, but finding nothing, but more ash- nothing of the Kree Empire's glory that the Supreme Intelligence described. Just an endless field of massive craters under a gloomy grey ash cloud that would take a hundred years to fall. Glass and ash crunched under his boots as he looked around him. Every building was atomized under an apocalyptic halestorm of orbitally-dropped ordnance.

"More than 42 million innocent Kree died here in the span of less than a minute." the Supreme Intelligence intoned in a sorrowful voice, "Hundreds of millions more perished to the superheated ash before we could respond with ships that could evacuate them."

"All this to enslave three hundred thousand of our people?" He repeated from what he remembered of the report that was handed to him at the dead of night. He had been on the other side of the Kree Empire then. At his question, he heard the Supreme Intelligence sigh wearily, as if she had lungs to breathe in. But for Ronan, hearing that voice only made his heart twinge with melancholy.

"No, all this to slake a sadistic, heartless monster's thirst for mindless destruction." the Supreme Intelligence replied. Kneeling down, Ronan dug his fingers into the dull grey ash of those nameless millions- letting it slip through his fingers. The lives, hopes, and dreams of so many, reduced to nothing but coarse grey powder.

"Why have you brought me here then rather than straight to this monster?" He questioned- as a familiar rage now filling his veins. He welcomed it, better rage than the sorrow of his lost family that his dead sister's voice brought him.

"I directed you here so that you may properly observe the gravity of what is at stake." She calmly replied, "So that you know what can potentially be the fate of all the Kree Empire should this monster not be stopped."

Ronan the Accuser merely glowered. He would rally his armada and hunt this monster to the ends of the universe. There will be no place where it can hide where he could not find it, no place that it run to where he would not reach it. And when he finally finds the monster responsible for this atrocity, he will crush this so-called fearsome monster's skull under his combi-rod warhammer.

And all that he needed was one thing and one thing alone.

"Does this monster have a name?" He asked, and the Supreme Intelligence voice lowered to an ominous whisper as if speaking the monster's name would summon it here.

"Klee."

[Dragon Cabin] (Four days earlier)

It was time to do what Aether was too stupid to do and actually put his waifus' (now my waifus) magical expertise to good use.

"Klee is here and she's definitely not late- Waah!" a little blur of red announced as she exited her room, dashed down the corridor and tripped over her own feet, and my blood-red eyes widened as her leather backpack full of gunpowder grenades fell open.

"There's no need to run, Klee." I reassured her with a sigh as I was able to catch her by the scruff of her red coat before she could litter my Dragon Cabin with high explosives. It wouldn't harm me, but it would definitely harm the fragile waifus that

"Uh, thank you, Mr. Hev!" She beamed up at me as I set her back down onto her own two feet, then adopted a confused look, "Uh… has the meeting started?"

My dragonplate helmet shook side to side in a negative way.

"The meeting of the new magic R&D Division will only start when all the members are there." I replied before glancing down the hall, "I'm still waiting to talk with the last one before we start."

"Oh," Klee hummed in response, "Do you think there's time for another snack before we start? I'm pretty hungry."

"Here, have a sweetroll." I said, pushing the glazed pastry that was almost as big as her head in her gloved hands. "Now walk over to the conference room, the others are already there."

Klee gave a momentary awe at the size of her treat before nodding while drooling.

"Thank you, Mr. Hev!" She grinned before walking with her treat to the door down the hall, and once again leaving me in peace. But thankfully, even with my short patience, I did not wait long as the final member of my magic R&D Division marched out of her room.

Watching the Red Skull as she shut the door to her bedroom behind her, I gave her a once over after she had changed out of that black cloak from Vormir. With my Skyrim Smithing Skill and the Company perk [Aesthetic Talent] working in tandem, crafting clothing was exceedingly easy for me, and it was pleasing to see people wear my work- like equipping companions with stylish gear in Skyrim.

And damn, did I do a good job at it.

At 1.8 meters or around 6'1", she was definitely the tallest waifu I've had. Her blonde hair in a neat ponytail, clear blue eyes forward and focused, soft pink lips drawn in a thin dispassionate line. Her outfit stood in direct contrast to her angelic face- the black leather trench coat that she had worn during her fight with Captain America, and it looked damn good clinging to her feminine curves- those shapely hips, full chest and thin waist cinched by that trench coat.

Like an evil version of Samus Aran.

Once again, I had to resist the urge to rape her. But fortunately, I had planned my relief ahead this time.

"Come, let me introduce you to the rest of the research team." I beckoned to her as we began walking towards the conference room- her smaller frame falling in step behind my dovahkiin form in its dragonplate armour. "The others were already waiting for us here."

"Jawohl." She replied all-business as we approached the conference room door, but paused to look at me, "I am aware that this is your research & development division… But is there anything I must be informed about before we proceed?"

"Yes, in fact." I replied in a thoughtful tone, my hand still around the door knob, "we will be having a heavy focus on Magic, or 'Thaumaturgy' if you're feeling formal."

She frowned- pink lips tightening into a thin line.

"My capacity for channeling the occult is… lacking." She reported without shame, "Being a guide for the Soul Stone for seventy years gave me some measure of magical aptitude, yes. But I am more suited for technological pursuits."

I merely gave an understanding nod.

"And that is precisely why I'm placing you at the head of this division." I answered, gesturing to the door and the people that were on the other side of it, "They may be powerful mages and gods. But it is you, Johanna Schmidt, who is the one with the most experience adapting magical artifacts to suit primitive technologies. You will be placed responsible for outfitting my armies with magical artifacts that they can adapt to their technologies. That is what you did in 1942, did you not?"

"Yes…" the blonde's soft voice hummed with nostalgia, "1942 was a lifetime ago, but I have learned much from Dr. Zola: We leveraged the Tesseract to mass produce arms and weapons for my Hydra forces. The idea of an ordinary man- even with his feeble mortal strength- would be able to wield the power of the gods as easily as one would strike a match ablaze… It was unthinkable at the time. But now, it feels as though we are at the cusp of something… unimaginably grand."

"Precisely." I agreed before giving her an expectant look, "But I do expect you to hone your magical ability. Now, I'm feeling a bit impatient, so I'll allow you one more question before we continue."

"May I ask why we are focusing so heavily on the mystic arts?" She ventured, and that was actually a good question that had so many answers.

"Because we have far too many magic experts than engineers." my deep rumbling voice began, "Because I actually preferred Magic to that of fragile Sci-Fi technologies: Technology had too many moving parts and too dependent on vulnerable 3-dimensional space, especially when I am expecting high magical proficiency from my enemies in the near future. Because all it takes is for them to change the laws of the universe around those vulnerable electronics for just a fraction of a second, and they would cease functioning."

My eyes narrowed as I looked at her- my voice lowering to an ominous whisper.

"You will equip our common foot soldiers with technology derived from magic, but our greatest strength will always be magic itself. I will make certain of it myself. Because magic is a majestic beast that bows only to the one with the strongest will, while technology is a cheap whore that anyone can grasp and use."

I raised a big hand, clad in Dragonplate gauntlet, to Johanna's face. The halo of purple arcane energies that was the Skyrim Spell Soul Trap looking like a toothy maw ready to bite and consume. And Johanna, for all the horror that she had witnessed and perpetrated in World War 2, could only fidget nervously under the spell's baleful glow- the fear of losing one's own immortal soul engraved into every living creature.

My blood-red eyes stared at her through the slits of my dragonplate helmet.

"I will destroy my enemies through the unfathomable power of the occult: spells, curses, potions, runes, enchantment, divination and raw magical might… Our supremacy on the battlefield will be brought about by unleashing thaumaturgy so great, so terrible and so incomprehensible that all their hope for survival- much less victory- is extinguished. Because what they can not understand, they cannot fight back."

"Also, one last thing: play nice." my rumbling voice commanded almost absentmindedly, "Your new coworkers work best when allowed creative freedom, I do not want to hear you stifling progress just to satisfy a need for absolute control."

There was a tightening at the corner of lips that told me that: Yes, that was exactly what she originally had planned on doing, but after the threatening display I made, she merely gave a brief nod of obedience.

"As you command, Hevnokren."

And so, I opened the door that led to the conference room. Seated around a long table of finely-carved mahogany were six people. These were the people who were going to be ensuring our complete magical supremacy as I raped, killed, and pillaged my way through the galaxy and beyond. I imagine that it made Johanna slightly nervous...

"Who's she, Hev?" Klee asked, curiosity glittering in her ruby-red eyes as she swung her small legs to and fro her seat.

…So imagine her surprise as the first person she sees is an eight-year-old little girl with ruby-red eyes sparkling with an innocence only a child could have, but her surprise only lasted for a moment.

"Johann Schmidt," She stiffly enunciated as her heels clacking together, "Former Leader of Hydra and former Obergrup-"

"Her name is Johanna Schmidt," I introduced her- skipping to the important parts, "She's our expert on the Space Stone, and… she's going to be your new best friend. She will be the one to help you figure out that glowy blue stone over here so that you make big explosions."

Klee's ruby-red eyes lit up in wonder at that- her little mouth in an 'o' of wonder.

"Big like the explosions that we made with the glowing eyepatch lady?" her tiny voice whispered in awe- referring to our 'battle' with Captain Marvel where she had emptied my stockpile of sci-fi nukes.

"Even bigger." I confirmed as I gave a permissive nod, and the little girl's red eyes widened as she looked at Johanna like she was Santa Claus' best elf. Immediately jumping off her seat, the eight-year-old did a running jump at the Red Skull.

"Best friend!" Klee joyously announced, immediately hugging Johanna around her calves- rubbing her face against her trousers. "Best friend, best friend!"

"Yes, indeed." the perturbed former-Hydra leader curtly replied, and with a crinkle of her leather coat, she knelt down to Klee's height, "What's your name, meine kaninchen?"

"I'm Klee!" She grinned, wide and innocent, "And Hev said that I'm his explosives expert!"

"Ah, an explosives expert." Johanna parroted, her blue eyes dubiously glancing at me for confirmation which I answered with a wordless nod. Yes, I certainly did make her my explosives expert. What's a galaxy-spanning war without the ability to make my enemies explode into chunky bolognese sauce? So, I assigned Klee the position. After all, she was very good at doing what she loved.

"And do you like being an explosives expert?" Johanna gently asked her as if to confirm my thoughts.

"It's. the. BEST! I get to think up ways to make things go Booooom~! And then I get to use them! Like last night with the flaming eyepatch lady!" Klee enthused, throwing her little hands in the air to mimic the mushroom clouds that she had spent all night watching engulf Captain Marvel.

"I see. What else do you like about it?" Red Skull asked, nodding with a small smile as she indulged the eight-year-old.

"Oh! Oh!" She hopped excitedly- her fluffy red coat and brown leather backpack jumping with her, "The part where I don't get locked in solitary confinement because of it anymore!"

And as the eight-year-old hopped excitedly in place, a small glittering chain attached to Klee's backpack seemed to draw Johanna's blue eyes. Her black gloved hand lifted up the furry little stuffed toy at the end of the chain.

"And what is the name of this little fellow?" she gently coaxed as clear blue eyes appraised the rabbit-like creature.

"Oh!" Klee exclaimed as her small hand unclasped the chain- lifting up the stuffed toy. It was an odd little creature with its furry brown body in a perfect ball, its rabbit-like ears, its fox-like tail and eyes like little black sesame seeds. But Klee's million-watt smile made it seem like it was the most precious thing in the world to her.

"This is Dodoco!" She introduced the little toy like an actual person, "She's my oldest and bestest friend!"

With the little stuffed animal thrust close to her face, Johanna gently stroked a gloved finger across the top of Dodoco's head like you would an actual rabbit- nodding all the while.

"You're a good friend for taking her wherever you go and letting her see the world then." Johanna praised her gently before giving Klee a gentle pat on her red pageboy cap, "Now let's go sit down so that we can get to talking about making those explosions."

"Okay!" the eight-year-old beamed back as she secured Dodoco back to her backpack before climbing back onto her seat beside her adoptive older brother.

"I like her!" We heard her say to him as Johanna walked with me to our place at the head of the table, "She's really nice like Mr. Hev!"

In response, I aimed a critical look at the Red Skull as we walked to our seat. She thankfully understood my wordless question.

"You commanded me to be nice." She curtly whispered her explanation with a shrug, "Also, due to her role as the explosives expert, we will certainly be working closely together in the future."

I gave her a flat look, but said nothing as we sat. That didn't explain why they got along so well.

Wait…

Either Klee has a natural knack for getting along really well with leaders of evil organisations or the former Hydra leader was great with kids. Hopefully, both possibilities were true because that would be incredibly amusing. And I realise that I can use this to my advantage (and deep amusement) in the future. If I keep these two together, I'll likely see more hilarious entertainment jumble out from their interactions.

But seeing as the room was notably more relaxed with that little exchange, it was time to get on with the show.

"Now that you're well acquainted with Klee now-" I paused for a moment- letting the little girl wave at her new best friend, "It's a good time to make the rest of the introductions."

I extended a hand out to the rest of the table- gesturing to each of them.

"Albedo & Sucrose, two of their world's best alchemists. Zhongli, a mineralogist and geologist without peer. Mona, our foremost expert in Astrology and Divination. Lisa, a very knowledgeable and very well-read Archmage." I gestured before depositing my dragonplate-clad form onto the seat at the head of the table, "And myself, I specialize in enchanting and smithing with exotic materials."

I could have just bought myself all the knowledge and expertise using Company Credits, but I was coming up short on funds at the moment. And It'll be a few days before I can Capture the Aether's former waifus and rake in hundreds of Credits. But there was no reason to stay idle until then. I had much to do: Rape, Kill, Pillage. Forever.

"Red, bring the Space Stone here." I beckoned to Red Skull. And unquestioningly, Johanna took off the Hydra Infinity Gauntlet and placed it at the center of the conference table as I ignored how it made her coat stretched across her DD-cups.

And I gritted my teeth from bedding the evil Samus for now. But thankfully, I had planned ahead: my blood-red eyes discreetly looked down just under the edge of my portion of the table.

Aqua-green eyes peered up right back at me. A pout on Venti's pale-pink lips as the wind deity dutifully followed the orders that I gave long before anyone entered the conference room. After all, the only thing that could get me to give a damn long enough for this meeting was if someone was sucking me off. And with Valkyrie out of the picture, I needed someone with considerable oral skill; and that someone happened to be Venti- who was really, really good at it.

Most bards had a lot of experience wagging their tongues and metaphorically kissing ass. Apparently, that translated well for the purposes of fellatio.

Subtly undoing my dragonplate codpiece, I rested the length of my already fully hard cock on the wind deity's pretty face. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the look of wonder shine for a moment on Venti's face before I felt the first tentative licks of wet tongue drag upwards from the base.

I made sure to meet each of the waifus' eyes as they sat around the table to help hide the fact that I had Venti sucking me off.

"This is the Space Stone." I began, watching as every Genshin Impact Waifu seemed to have felt the significance of the stone on a magical level- eyeing the blue gem at the back of the Gauntlet. "It is one of the most energy dense materials in this entire universe, and its energies are functionally infinite. It can mostly be used as a catalyst, both magical and mundane. I'm sure that most of you can realise the value of a nigh unlimited source of energy."

I paused for a moment as there was an almost audible slurp as Venti started lovingly sucked at the tip of my cock- soft pale-pink lips wrapping tight around my shaft. Just inside the edges of my vision, I could see Venti give a playful wink and a smug smirk around my cock. This mischievous little tease made that noise intentionally.

"Aside from it being an energy source," I continued as if nothing happened, "it has dominion over space itself. I have not yet fully explored such a connection, but that is what this team is formed for."

Mona was the first to speak up- her pale-green eyes glittered with interest underneath her wide-brimmed witch's hat. She leaned closer to the gem- staring at it with barely restrained excitement.

"I rely on magical energy to perceive and read astral movements!" She exclaimed, still staring at the Stone with hungry eyes, "If this Space Stone does as you claim then I can afford to power my celestial globe all throughout the night! The farsight of my divinations can reach farther into the future, my scrying would be practically unlimited in range! No, it has power over space, I can channel that into-! Wait, maybe I can-! Gah, the possibilities!"

Sitting beside the excitable Mona, the archmage-turned-librarian Lisa gave an amused giggle.

"Ara… forgive Mona, she is passionate about her Astrology work." She gave a demure smile at me that faded as she turned her eyes to the stone- seriousness creeping in her usually sultry voice, "However she is correct, the sky is no longer the limit for most things once all considerations for powerful magical catalysts have been removed from equations. Every branch of magic can benefit from this- particularly the ones with high magical energy requirements. Right, Zhongli?"

The earth deity nodded in approval- his calm voice tempering the excitement of the room.

"Yes, transmutation is indeed a highly taxing discipline of magic." Zhongli answered calmly, and just the sound of the earth deity's voice seemed to anger Venti.

The once sedate bobbing became deeper and deeper until I felt the tip of my cock was being teased by a tight throat. The swirling of tongue grew feverish too- almost angry as it dragged across the sensitive parts of my hardened shaft. The suction turned almost harsh- as if Venti wanted me to cum while Zhongli was talking. And given the animosity between them, I think that was the likeliest scenario. Not that I was complaining at how my lithe wind deity was sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow.

And all throughout, no one noticed as Zhongli merely continued.

"If the question for an ample source of magical energy is answered, the only concern to follow would be throughput." He explained with closed eyes and a nod, "However, the magical energy that I can sense from this stone sitting at rest is already considerable. With such power, even pig iron could be turned to silver and gold. We will never lack for Mora ever again."

I grunted- nodding my head.

"I'm pleased that you approve." Zhongli gave a slight smile- having no idea that the reason for my grunt was not his plan for unlimited gold, but because I was cumming inside Venti's eager little mouth. Each spurt of semen was met by Venti's tongue lapping it up- thirsty for a taste. And it was immediately followed by the enthusiastic gulping as my cum was guzzled down by this insatiable wind deity with the tight little body.

And still, the meeting continued- a lot more interesting now that I had attained post-nut clarity.

"Production of potions en masse." Sucrose continued from where Zhongli left off- muttering animatedly as she stared at the Infinity Stone, "We would only ever be limited by raw ingredients! But if we institute alchemically-assisted agriculture then unlimited ingredients! It's a positive feedback loop! Practically infinite!"

Discreetly, I leaned down and whispered 'Keep sucking' to Venti.

"If the magical throughput approaches infinity, then we catalyze more exotic alchemical reactions. It opens up shortcuts that we wouldn't have considered before." Albedo, our chief alchemist, added his input as Klee pouted at the stone.

"Mmmmm…" The eight-year-old hummed in consideration, "With a bigger energy source, it'll be easier to reach the energy required to trigger detonation for some of my experimental gunpowder mixes, but how're we supposed to do this when there's only one of these things?"

And it was at that point that everyone's eyes slowly widened in mounting realisation, and I didn't bother to hold back my amused grin.

"And of course, it was the eight-year-old who asked the most practical question." My deep voice couldn't help but chortle in amusement. "True, each of you could utilize the Infinity Stone for your own research and purposes. But there was only one Space Stone to go around. But before you all start fighting over the Space Stone, I'd like to remind you that this is where Johanna here comes in."

Consequently, they all glanced expectantly at the newcomer. And for her part, Red Skull unflinchingly met their gaze. This was the person who was ready to turn every capital on Earth into a smoking crater, and rule over everything that was left with an iron fist.

"I have practical experience in capturing, storing and releasing the energies of the Space Stone." the blonde stated with neither embellishment nor pride, "The only true limit that I had encountered was in the field of material sciences. No metal is powerful enough to contain the Space Stones energies in great enough density."

I gave a vicious grin as I spoke up.

"And finally, my part to play in this." my voice rumbled with relish. Reaching out the table, I held out my open palms a set distance as if I was showing them how long my dick was. Then concentrating for just a moment, a lustrous ingot of metal appeared out of the thin air between my open palms where it promptly clattered to the table top.

"This, ladies and gentlemen, is Vibranium." I declared, and almost immediately, Johanna- the Red Skull- glared at the ingot with a particular intensity of annoyance.

"This is what Captain America's shield was made of." She ground out with distaste.

"Who's Captain 'Murica?" Klee asked with a tilted head- wondering why her best friend was angry.

"No one relevant, I assure you." Johanna quipped as she allowed herself a small smile- likely because I have not yet told her that Captain America was still alive, but the serious expression returned in full force, "He would have passed away from old age by now. But I digress… Vibranium is a very rare and very versatile metal capable of absorbing or deflecting energies. Leagues stronger than steel, it absorbs vibrations and kinetic energies. I imagine that it would make for excellent armour or batteries… or warheads."

"I have never heard of such qualities in a metal before…" Zhongli stated in a ponderous tone, gloved hands steepled over his contemplative expression as he no doubt tried to divine the Vibranium ingot's secrets. He was an earth deity after all. "And you have the power to conjure it out of nothing? To think that you too would also be capable of such magics…"

And yet again, Venti angrily deep-throated me under the desk- again and again. Those pouty pale-pink lips that were hidden away from sight… I could feel dragging from the tip all the way to almost the base of my cock- forming a tight wet seal around my shaft as Venti applied a staggering amount of wet suction all throughout.

"It is one of my domains." My rumbling voice stiffly retorted- fist once again gripping the edge of the table, "Did you think that I was a giant metal dragon for nothing?"

"My apologies, I meant no disrespect." Zhongli immediately apologised- thinking that I was angry at him when in reality, it was just because Venti was furiously deep-throating me. I felt the mischievous bard snort in amusement around my cock at the misunderstanding that Zhongli found himself in.

Venti…

Even when sucking me off, this bard manages to be a pain. Steadying myself with a deep breath, I pondered instead over the power that I had only recently just discovered.

The Company Perk [Dragon Heart] had given me dominion over Proto-Adamantium. And what was Proto-Adamantium if not an alloy composed of Vibranium, Steel, and a mysterious third component? I had first learned through meditation how to materialise Proto-Adamantium back in my time in the Sakaarian Arena, that Proto-Adamantium needle that I first materialised was still stored somewhere as a memento. A few stolen hours of practice over the past few days and I found that materialising Steel and Vibranium ended up being easier than Proto-adamantium.

Eat your heart out, Hela Odinsdottir.

I was one step closer to doing what she can do: materialising metal daggers from thin air and summoning giant shards of metal from the ground. I still required more practice and more time to properly materialize large quantities of Proto-adamantium. At most, I could produce a base ball of the metal after almost an hour of concentration. But steel and vibranium were much easier to do.

"Aside from its ability to absorb energy," I began, "I have found that Vibranium does not hold magical enchantment so well, but its ability to be permeated with raw magical energy is comparable to that of good steel, at only a third of the weight."

"This metal… this will change how we do magic!" Mona's soft voice breathed in awe, and the others could only nod absentmindedly as they themselves were thinking up all the possible applications for vibranium.

"So, to sum it up." I began, "Mona will be in charge of divination and general scrying. Albedo and Sucrose will begin mass production of our potions. Klee will experiment for bigger and better explosives. Zhongli will fund everything with his transmutation magic. Mona will coordinate efforts to streamline and optimize workflows. Johanna will power everyone's designs. And I'll supply the Vibranium…"

And everyone seemed to nod along in understanding at that- knowing exactly where everyone else stood.

"With so many barriers broken, I expect you all to let your creativity run wild." I calmly advised, even as an air of general excitement and anticipation filled the room, "Push your field of the arcane arts to the limit."

"You got it, Hev!" Klee bounced on her seat in pure excitement. "Suuuper HIGH YIELD explosives! Oh boy, oh boy! This is the best day ever!"

"Yet we must not lose control, whenever venturing into unknown magicks it is important that everything be directly regulated, lest we risk all the fruits of our explorations." Zhongli calmly counselled, but Johanna still staring pensively at the ingot of Vibranium- tore her gaze away just long enough to shoot a questioning look at the earth deity.

"And yet, Herr Hevnokren had just stated that we must let our creativity run free." Johanna countered. "Like a horse in an endless field or a bird in the sky, we must not allow our explorations to be constrained by fear."

At those words, Lisa gave Johanna a soft smile like she had found something amusing.

"The comparison is surprisingly apt, Johanna." Lisa related with her gentle voice, "We used to glide in the air like birds back on our homeworld- the first few times can be frightening, but once you become accustomed to it, there is nothing that can match the feeling. However… this is the first time I feel like we're gliding into a big blue sky of magic before."

Johanna- the Red Skull- smiled at the mental imagery that Lisa painted.

"On my homeworld," she began, "we once studied birds to interpret the will of the gods. We called it Augury. But that was ancient history, and by the time I had heard of it, augury had grown to encompass a broader field of magicks. Wait…"

Johanna stumbled in surprise- drawing everyone's eyes to her.

"High-Yield and Directly Regulated Augury." She slowly enunciated. And through the power of post-nut clarity granted to me by a wind deity, I saw where Red Skull was going with this.

"H.Y.D.R.A." I voiced the acronym, but that only drew confused looks from the gathered Genshin Impact waifus.

"Who or what is a 'Hydra?' " Mona spoke- absolutely puzzled and the others murmured their confusion for the name, and Johanna- the Red Skull- merely gave a proud smirk.

"A powerful creature, a wyrm of myth. A fearsome dragon with multiple heads." She intoned- her voice rising in pride and reverence about her former organisation, "Cut off one head, two more shall take its place… It was the organisation that I once led on my homeworld. Through the power of the Tesseract- the Space Stone, Hydra was once poised to rule over the entire world. I had failed then. But that was almost 70 years ago now… and once again, I find myself back to this name."

Like a soldier snapping to attention, her slender frame in the black leather trench coat stood up, a brave fervour in her clear blue eyes.

"With your permission, Hevnokren, if this is not destiny, then I must make it destiny!" Johanna fiercely declared, "Let H.Y.D.R.A. be the name of this division."

The entire room of course turned to me to make the final decision.

"I don't understand your fixation with that particular myth, but fine… It's more dragon-themed than any idea I had." My deep voice rumbled in concession. After all, I was several inches too deep into a lithe' wind deity throat to care about something as inconsequential as the name of this research division was. I wasn't at all worried that Red Skull was going to use HYDRA for her own means. My Brand ensured her loyalty… what little of it that wasn't already secured by either her undying respect for me or her crippling fear of my power at least.

"Thank you." Johanna sincerely replied before turning to the other- that proud smile still on her lips, "Herr Albedo, Frau Sucrose. Frau Mona, und Frau Lisa. Herr Zhongli. Frau Klee. We have much work to be done, but allow the pleasure of being the one to announce… Welcome to H.Y.D.R.A."

Oblivious to the actual history behind the organisation, everyone just smiled and there were smiles all around as they all clapped and cheered at the new official name of this research and development including myself.

"To us! Hail H.Y.D.R.A.!" Johanna proudly proclaimed, and in a surreal display that could only come from different realities colliding, the Genshin Impact waifus happily parroted along.

"Hail H.Y.D.R.A.!" They all cheered with big smiles, and Johanna turned to me.

"To our benefactor! Hail Hevnokren!" She saluted to me, gratitude sparkling in her clear blue eyes. And I realised then why she was so set on the name. Her greatest failure- so close to victory only to lose, and now, I have given her another chance to make it right.

"Hail He-"

*cough* *cough*

And in that proud and inauspicious moment when they were about to hail my name as well… Venti coughed out loud from underneath the table- choking a bit from how much cum I had just shot. All around the table, a look of confusion swept over everyone's eyes as they wondered who was coughing, but as Venti continued to cough and everyone's eyes began widening at the implication. That was then I knew the 'jig was up' so to speak.

"Dammit Venti, I'm going to spank your rear red for ruining my moment." I frustratedly muttered- earning a squeak of fear from underneath the table.

[Sakaar] (A few hours later)

"Woah! Holy crap!" Star-Lord shouted in alarm just as my gargantuan dragon form punched its massive metal fist the size of a sedan through the window pane of my office.

He attempted to jump away in time, but being closest to the window, glass still rained down on him. That's his fault if anything. How many times do I have to tell people that the window was my entrance? I moved to climb in like I used to before Aether, but I realised that I could no longer fit through the window that was already two floors tall.

A gust of hot wind escaped my nostrils in a huff as I realised what happened.

[Dragon Mail] ensured that my powers and mastery grew over time and practice which was good. But with my power, my size also scaled alongside it, and I have grown very powerful. There was the possibility for me to control it with further practice, but for now, I will only get larger before I can control the increase in size. And so with a growl, I shifted my grip on the outside structure of the Grandmaster's Tower like some chipmunk gripping a tree trunk and just pushed my draconic head through the window.

"Grandmaster! You're alive!" Topaz greeted me just as I pushed my head inside, the burly middle-aged woman who was the former Grandmaster's bodyguard looked absolutely overjoyed to see me. Sylvie's hand-picked and heavily armoured bodyguards, the Governess' Guards, still clad in their green and black armour saluted me.

"Of course, I'm alive." My dragon form's voice boomed with contempt, "Also, I explicitly ordered for this window to be open at all times. Doors are for mortals."

"Shit-Lord over here had ordered it closed." She responded, jabbing a gloved thumb to Star-Lord who withered under the intense stare of my truck-sized dragon head.

"And who put him in charge?" I prompted as an aside to Topaz, all while not taking my eyes off the nervously sweating Star-Lord.

"Governess Sylvie did..." She replied- her narrowed eyes glaring suspiciously at Star-Lord. "...If you buy into his load of bullshit, that is."

"Hey! Like I told Topaz here, it's not my fault that my #38 Contract got lost along with the Statesman." Quill protested- glancing between Topaz and me. But Topaz looked completely unconvinced- her narrowed eyes that all but said that Star-Lord was something she stepped into that morning.

"Yeah, super convenient for you, Shit-Lord." She groused loud enough for everyone to hear.

"What interests me more is that I had given you every advantage to loot O-12, down to monopolising the attention of the Nova Empire, and yet the raid still ended in failure. Also, Sylvie and Valkyrie are both dead. Explain."

At that, everyone in the room, from Topaz to Sylvie's bodyguards, all looked to the fast-talking Star-Lord to try and talk their way out of this.

"Yeah… the looting part went smooth as good whiskey, the 'Returning home with all the loot' part was rocky with Captain Marvel showing up." Quill bitterly recounted with sour expression, "The Governess' last order to me was to make a report about our remaining forces' numbers and loot so that I could hand it to you."

"Excellent work. That will come in handy in the next few days as I distribute upgrades for everyone's ships. After all, we have many more vulnerable planets to raid and pillage before the week is done."

And once again, everyone's eyes turned to their chosen bearer of bad news.

"Yeah about that boss," Star-Lord coughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. "I reckon the scrapper clans and the cartels aren't all too keen about a round 2 after Captain Marvel handed us our asses."

"After our little battle, Captain Marvel will require a week of recovery at the very least. You have that length of time to not be soiling yourselves about her."

There was a long second or two as Star-Lord processed what I just said. His green eyes visibly went from confused to shocked, before finally...

"Holy fuck, are you for real?!" Quill shouted loudly in amazement- still staring at me like I had just said something surprising, "You got into a fight with the most powerful being in the galaxy, and lived?!"

Ah, so that's what he thought.

"No. She got into a fight with the most powerful being in the galaxy and lived. But unfortunately for her, Captain Marvel certainly wasn't able to run away from me unscathed, the Nova Empire will find her to be... extra crispy when she checks into their capital's hospital."

At the declaration, everyone in the room was gazing up at me with equal parts fear and awe. It would seem that Captain Marvel had an aura of invincibility about her. But thankfully, I was here to mercilessly dispel it. Every battle was taking a toll on the once-invincible woman. Valkyrie and Sylvie took her left eye, Klee and I burnt her so badly with our combination of magical and nuclear arsenal. How else is our next battle going to end other than her begging for mercy and finding none from me?

But until then, it was time to rape, kill and pillage.

"Topaz."

"Yes, grandmaster!" the big-boned woman obediently barked- standing at attention and pounding the butt of her plasma staff on the floor.

"Inform the Clan Heads and the Cartel Bosses that we're heading out for another raid in 72 hours. Slave, So kindly also mention to them that those who won't be in attendance, I will personally grind into food for the others, make their daughters and sisters into cocksleeves, and appropriate their possessions to their rivals."

"Immediately, grandmaster!" Topaz snapped a quick salute before marching off, and I immediately turned to the platoon of Sylvie's Governess' Guards. The three dozen or so of mercs in green and gold stiffened as my eyes' gaze fell on them.

"Governess' Guards."

A shiver of fear visibly rattled them as they stood at attention. They knew they screwed up- an entire battalion of them was charged with protecting one woman and they failed to do it. With how few of them died in the attempt to save her life, I doubt they even tried. Sylvie will need better bodyguards in the future, but for now, these goons in green and gold had their uses. The razor-sharp knife in our target's flank. THey only needed a bit more… sharpening for the purpose.

"Go muster the rest of your merc outfit and be back here in about six hours. You'll be the first to try out our latest toys before we grant them to the others. Until then, guard the perimeter of this tower until I Shout for you. Disappear."

And like Topaz, they snapped a quick salute before marching off in a hurry- eager not to incur my wrath should I change my mind.

"Star-Lord. Come into my office, I need to debrief you on what exactly happened over O-12."

"Whatever you say, boss!" he replied stiffly- still tense about the whole thing. "Wait… aren't we already at your office?"

My gargantuan dragon form shifted its grip along the side of the skyscraper. And much like a plane docking on the side of a walkway, the entrance of my [Dragon Cabin] was just outside the window for Star-Lord to step inside. His green eyes looked inside with some confusion, because he did not see some harsh metallic interior that one would expect to find inside a giant metal dragon. Instead, Star-Lord found a cozy interior of an apartment, and the bustle of the Genshin Impact Waifus as they went about their day inside.

"Just get in here."

And hesitantly, Star-Lord nervously stepped through the threshold of my Dragon Cabin- my claw shutting the door behind him. And I grinned as I knew that this was the last time Peter Quill was ever seen. But, in his place, another person readily took up his title. In fact, she was the only one who wanted to be called 'Star-Lord', shared his last name and even had the same taste in music.

What a coincidence.

[Sakaar] (71 Hours Later)

It was like a fairy tale, or a fanciful fable that you would tell children.

376~ Fightercraft, 21 Corvettes, 6 Destroyers, one Cruiser.

This was the combined fleet composition of all of Sakaar. This paltry force- that otherwise wouldn't be able to hold one system- was the beginnings of the Dread Armada that would one day sweep across the universe.

A haphazard mix of cobbled-together scrap ships from amateur Saakarian garages and ageing military-grade spacecraft looted from the Nova Empire Armoury Planet of O-12. Each one was manned by junkies, cannibals, rookie pirates and runaways who were- at best- passingly familiar with the ship they were piloting. Their puny plasma weaponry that they currently had equipped would be barely able to scratch the paint of most contemporary warships that I was intending them to fight against. Their reactors and engines were so feeble that the civilian population of our enemies had recreational spacecraft that could pilot circles around them.

And their primary enemies? The Nova Empire and the Kree Empire, two of the most dominant empires of this entire galaxy.

They were like the two great apex predators of the galaxy- like two lions of immense strength battling for the right to rule over the endless savanna of riches and resources that was the Andromeda galaxy.

Each empire had a standing fleet hundreds of times larger than the Sakaarian fleet, and that was just the low estimates. Millenia of unrelenting war between the two empires had built up both of their navies to absurd degrees. Endless skirmishes across a front as long and wide as the galaxy itself had given them entire generations of hardened veterans and tested elites. Their economies had grown used to churning out new ships, had grown used to losing entire planets of people, had grown used to the sudden influx of refugees and the waves of conscription. They were both unstoppable: The only one with the military might to challenge the Nova Empire was the Kree Empire. And vice versa.

Only lions can truly challenge other lions after all.

So, when the forces of a Sakaar stepped up and raided O-12… it was like a tiny mouse had bitten at the vulnerable heel of the great lion that was the Nova Empire. The great lion of Nova Empire kicked the tiny mouse away. But the distraction that Sakaar's gnawing had given the Nova Empire was just significant enough that the Kree Empire roared in its supposed victory.

And here they were now: With the Kree Empire mobilising all their fleets and all their armies for a grand offensive that would finally crush the Nova Empire in their entirety and leave the Kree Empire as the undisputed rules of this galaxy… or so their state propaganda says.

And while the two great lions battled for supremacy, the tiny mouse that was Sakaar laid on the ground- forgotten by the two. But then, the tiny mouse's master- a dragon by the name of Hevnokren- returned; and he brought a friend: the many-headed Hydra. And the Hydra had come bearing such wondrous gifts for the tiny mouse, Sakaar.

Strange weapons, big and small, that fired luminous blue bolts of ruinous energy that could vaporize armour and flesh alike with just a glancing hit. Personal energy shield generators that were impervious to anything but the largest of guns. Odd little tinctures in glass bottles that made anyone who drank it permanently stronger and angrier. Gleaming medallions that when worn made their wearers smarter and faster.

The Hydra also gifted their ships with wondrous upgrades as well. Softly singing reactors and engines that made space travel almost contemptuously too swift. Ship cannons that fired those same blue bolts of energy that not even the strongest alloys of the Nova Empire nor the Kree Empire could withstand for long. Bright blue energy shields that gave corvettes the hardiness of destroyers thrice their size.

And so, by the strange power of these frightening new technologies, the tiny mouse Sakaar suddenly found itself with the strength to challenge even the lions of the Nova Empire and the Kree Empire. To feed on their flesh and grow even stronger.

It was there on the endless scrap fields at the outskirts of the capital city. There on the sand and the refuse, the newly upgraded Sakaarian fleet fuelled and loaded up in preparation. The energies of the Tesseract- the Space Stone- surging through the once feeble metal hulls of the ships. And though only a tiny fraction of them had such upgrades, they were more than a match for the fleets that they were going to face.

And atop the Grandmaster's Tower, the Dragon Hevnokren stood perched- like a titanic metal monument to conquest, his shadow loomed across the city. Eldritch lightning from the Power Stone arced across the gargantuan metallic wingspan. Glowing eyes swept over the thousands of savage Sakaarians that were assembling for the first time to rape, kill, and pillage under his leadership.

Hevnokren looked to the skies. And judged that the Nova Empire and the Kree Empire were ready for the next level of war. And with a great bound, the great dragon took to the skies- columns of lightning sparking across clouds with each flap of his massive wings.

Seeing their master take flight, ships in their hundreds fired up their Tesseract-reactors- the unfathomable energies of an Infinity Stone powering their thrusters and filling the sky of Sakaar with the glow of bright blue flames. It was like hundreds of fireflies had set flight- if each firefly was at least 20 tonnes and armed to the teeth with powerful eldritch cannons.

Heavnokren's metallic maw, large enough to swallow cars whole, opened wide and announced to the entire world his command.

"REL'SOD, KRII, GAHROT. MAHFAERAAK."

Rape, Kill, Pillage. Forever.

And up into the sky, the massive dragon flew, and in his wake followed the entirety of the Sakaarian fleet- ready to fulfil their master's command to the best of their abilities. Today, the mouse goes to challenge the lions. Only this time, its dragon master was coming along.

[Dregeth-2, Kree Metropolitan Planet] (15 minutes later)

Dregeth-2 was a booming planet in the fringes of Kree space.

A blue and green marble in space- perfectly suited to house life. Vast continents of lush untamed greenery paired with sprawling megacities built in the prime locations where most people lived.

A young acquisition to the Kree Empire- only a few hundred years since the Kree first colonised the planet. And though it was far from the Kree's most valuable world, it was still valuable all the same. For since it has been colonised, it has served to house the population working the surrounding systems that were rich in raw materials. Two billion people all called Dregeth-2 as their home. Asteroid miners, gas giant skimmers, planetary strip miners… and all the vital and non-vital personnel that were needed to support them.

And as a valued Kree planet, it was only natural that it would be well-defended.

Four long-range missile launch platforms in mined-out asteroids stood guard in the outer orbit of the system, ready to unleash their deadly payload on any hostile fleet that came from any direction.

A military outpost was based on its main moon, and was used as a refuelling depot for the Kree destroyer-corvette patrol fleets that guarded the surrounding system. With no fewer than two patrol fleets docked at any given period of time, there were more than sufficient to take down any pirate fleet that came sniffing to pillage Dregeth-2. All in all, the whole of the Sakaarian fleet would have been ground to dust if they tried to conquer this system… but that was before I came along.

And that was before I decided to lead the charge.

The Sakaarian fleet and I arrived in the system, and as a courtesy, I rang up the Kree governor of this sector through the diplomatic frequency that the Grandmaster had on his terminal back in Sakaar. The still photo of a stern looking Kree woman with long black hair and dark eyes popping up as she picked up- audio only.

She was not a canon character by any means- which meant that she would be worthless to Capture, but she would be a delicious treat after my victory. At least she was easy on the eyes- as indicated by her photo. The hint of a mature Kree woman underneath those gaudy robes of hers. Full child-bearing hips, and big breasts. The Grandmaster noted that she had served in the Kree military as well, so a level of fitness was expected of her as well. She will make a fine trophy of my first victory against the Kree Empire.

"Governor Ag-Atha."

"And you must be Hevnokren." her proud queen-like voice rang out the comms- obviously briefed at my existence, "What do you have there? Twenty corvettes, six destroyers and outdated cruiser? It would seem that I overestimated your intelligence. You are vastly outnumbered and outgunned- you cannot win here. Surrender now, Hevnokren, and we will make certain your execution will be swift."

"Thank you."

"Pardon me?" She puzzled at my reply.

"This was to be a courtesy call of me announcing my intentions to violate you and your family. But your little speech has just made your imminent rape even more enjoyable for me. And since your soul is worthless to me, you, and your daughters, and your eventual grandchildren will be a prime source of entertainment for years to come."

I grinned viciously. Her certainty that she would win was amusing, and it will only make it all the more satisfying when I violently disabused her of the notion. With my cock.

"Now, Governor… show me the valour that can only come from those fighting for their lives, and losing said fight."

She apparently had nothing more to say to that, because she cut the connection. And immediately after, I received a thaumaturgic transmission from Mona, now Head of HYDRA's Divination Division.

True to my word, the very first invention that I directed my new magical R&D group to create was a magical way to communicate very long distances. Fuelled from the energies of both the Space Stone and the Power Stone, it had an effective range of an entire galactic cluster. Currently, it took the form of a metal earphone, but I was hoping to cut it down to just a castable magical buff in the future.

"Hev," Mona's soft voice addressed me with an urgent business-like edge, "their starfleet is rising up from the moon of their planet, and they have loosed two dozen of their… 'missiles' from the asteroids."

"Any sign of nearby fleets approaching our direction?"

"Let me check again…" She replied, and there was a brief pause as she used her scrying- the mystical thrum of magic she exerted was audible through the earpiece, "Nothing of the sort is coming up in my scrying, but I'll inform you should I detect anything else."

"Very well. Continue coordinating with the others."

And with those words, I exerted more of the Power Stone into my wings- propelling me faster towards the merged force of the two Kree patrol fleets. About 40 destroyers, 60 corvettes and hundreds of fighter-craft in total, it was more of an armada than the Sakaarian fleet.

A defensive screen of corvette led the first wave of hostiles. Their plasma cannons loosed a heavy barrage at me- the superheated bolts from an entire fleet of corvettes so thick that it was like a stream. But that didn't stop me, in fact it did nothing.

The swarm of anti-ship missiles from the Kree asteroid bases were locked onto me, so I did the most amusing thing to do in that situation: I turned it against them. My keen eyes merely lit up in delight as I spotted the look of terror in the corvettes pilots as my immense dragon form merely plowed head-on through their ships and their fragile bodies- leaving behind a trail of exploding wreckage and a big hole in their formation.

Now in the middle of their ranks, the missiles managed to hit a few of their own- exploding spectacularly. The ones that did hit me practically did nothing in the face of my Proto-adamantium hide. Only shredding the escape pods that were in my vicinity.

And with that, the first blow of the battle was dealt.

Slowing down my flight to channel more energy from the Power Stone, my wings gave a single lightning-wreathed flap and a nova of energy resonated outwards- scything through the rest of the corvettes like a sharp blade through fruit. There were still dozens more that escaped the devastation, but the upgraded Sakaarian fleet could handle the rest.

Watching two corvette fleets dogfight was like watching two different swarms of bees fighting. Zipping here and there, making big arcs and loops to outmanoeuvre each other. But thanks to the Tesseract-technology, the Sakaarian fleet had tougher shields, more powerful thrusters and much deadlier weapons. And it was only a matter of time before they defeated the Kree fleet.

However, my role in this battle was far from over.

My real targets lay before me: the silhouettes of the Kree destroyers were about three times bigger than the corvettes, and much more valuable. Their much larger guns sprayed their payload of hot plasma, but again, they had little effect on the Proto-adamantium hide that was now thick enough to be an entire foot in most places.

And after the destroyers' guns had to cool down, it was my turn to deal damage.

"GAAN LAH HAS!"

The Drain Vitality Shout. And the instant that the Shout washed over a trio of destroyers, I could feel their crews' paltry lifeforce feed mine as they undoubtedly withered away into emaciated corpses. And now, left without crews to man them, the destroyers merely continued to aimlessly accelerate forward like an empty car down a hill. The Shout didn't harm things that had no life, so the ships themselves had not a single scratch to them. All that was needed then was to send over Sakaarians to recrew them and I'll have three more destroyers to add to my fleet.

I only need to cast it a few more times before we have a brand new Destroyer fleet to our name.

But right now, it was time to give the signal to move forward to Phase 2… With but a thought, I sent a thaumaturgic transmission to the captain of the only cruiser in our fleet.

"I have tied up the destroyer fleet. Begin Phase 2. I'll keep the connection open to make sure that you're safe though. I don't want another Statesman Incident."

The cruiser was a 700 metre-long starship that was almost twice as big as The Statesman that Sylvie commanded. And instead of communications equipment, it was filled with enough explosives that most people refused to serve on it. I imagine spending days living around massive bombs was nerve-wracking for most people. But that just meant that the cruiser was only crewed either the most stoic, fearless soldiers available or by cackling, nigh-suicidal adrenaline junkies who weren't bothered by the fact that the ship they piloted had more explosive ordnance than it had ship.

"Remember, we only need the military bases and the industrial centres intact. For everything else, adopt the Indiscriminate Bombardment stance."

"Captain Klee reads you loud and clear, Hev!" Klee's voice beamed with innocent excitement.

And that's why I appointed this particular eight-year-old as its Captain.

"Aim for population centres, Klee. Send those civilians scattering into the countryside so that it'll be easier to round them up and capture them. And, no need to be gentle, they have more civilians than we have space for them after all. "

After all, it was only good for my burgeoning Dread Armada to deny the Kree Empire a world that they could easily rebuild. Population ('pop' for short) was vital for any world- lowering the pop count for a planet like this can only help the Dread Armada's offensive later on.

"Okay, Hev!" Klee chirped back with a grin that I could hear through the connection.

But before we wipe out the population, I'll be sure to slake my hunger for raping, killing and pillaging first.

[On the Looted Nova Empire Cruiser, The Floaty-Boaty]

Klee couldn't help herself- bouncing on the balls of her little boots as she patiently, very patiently waited for her boat to get into position.

Not that she was bored or anything- it had been super fun the past three days, and it was mostly thanks to Hev and Johanna.

Klee thought that Johanna was scary when she first saw her. Only scary people had ponytails after all, Klee learned that from grandmaster Jean- who always wore her hair in a ponytail. So imagine her surprise and relief when she felt that Johanna was like the opposite of Jean! Johanna was like Hev: super nice and always encouraged her to do her gunpowder research instead of locking her up in solitary to 'reflect on her mistakes' like Jean did.

It was like Johanna was the nicer, older sister of Jean!

Out of everyone in HYDRA (except Albedo), Johanna was nicest to her and helped her the most with her research. She had made more progress in her gunpowder research than she had in almost an entire year back in Teyvat! Klee was honestly amazed at how much more powerful her Gunpowder mixes were when saturated with Tesseract-energies.

'Make it bigger.' Hev would always say. 'Make more efficient.' Johanna would cheer her on. And it put all her brains to the test, and Klee loved every second of it! She loved how she was challenged in her favourite pastime! They had done tests back on Sakaar, but this was the first time she'll actually get to use it on something.

"Captain Klee," One of her assistants in red and white (She had assistants now!) called out to her from his terminal, "we are about to reach maximum stable orbit for our bombs."

And Klee could only grin widely in return. Jean always said that she shouldn't act like she was the happiest that she had ever been when she's using her bombs. But Hev and Johanne said it's fine. Hev was even super nice and gave her a big boat full of assistants to help carry her biggest and cutest inventions yet!

"Tell me when we reach it." Klee beamed before pushing the yellow button on her comfy Captain's chair to open a comms line to the most important group of people on the ship, "Bombing crews! Open bomb bay doors and standby for drop!"

This was it.

Klee shivered in excitement. She had been dreaming about this moment for the past few days. And every second that she had been awake had been filled with either daydreaming about this moment or working to make this moment come true. Her gunpowder research was finally going to be used as intended- making things go boom really, really huge. And looking down on that blue and green world below her was making her really excited!

Hev told her it was full of people called Kree that needed to be exploded. Like hilichurls!

Hev originally wanted her down on the ground after to help with capturing them. But Jean looked really sad for some reason when Hev said that, and Jean told Hev 'She's just a child!' But then Hev told Jean something about 'What are you going to do about it?' Then Jean told Hev something about 'Protect her innocent world view at least, and in exchange, I'll…' Then they left to talk about it in the bedroom.

And when Klee saw them after, Hev just told her to stay on the boat while Jean told her that it's okay to use her biggest bombs but also to 'Never forget your heart.' Jean was also limping a bit after talking with Hev, and she was super blushy around Hev after.

Grownups were weird.

"Captain, we have achieved a stable orbit!" her assistant once again reported- yanking her out of her thoughts. And Klee rubbed her hands in excitement. Because at the end of the day, she had Grandmaster Jean's permission to do whatever she wanted with her bombs, so she was deifnitely going to do just that!

"Drop the first Super Jumpy Dumpty!" She announced- pumping a fist into the air. The Super Jumpy-dumpty was like a Jumpy-dumpty: same ball-like shape, looking like a cute bunny that was sticking its cute head outside this red bag. BUT it was bigger than even Hev! And he was super tall. Each Super Jumpy-dumpty had more power than most of the nukes that Klee had used against flaming-eyepatch-lady!

But most importantly of all! They were really cute, and she had so many of them! Just here on the Floaty-Boaty, she had 96 of those just ready to be dropped!

"Super Jumpy-Dumpty away, Captain." her assistant once again reported, and immediately Klee dashed across the bridge so that she could press her face on the glass.

"It's sooo cute!" She giggled in delight as she watched the 4 metre-wide ball of fluff and high explosive falling to the surface of the planet. She initially had some trouble with 're-entry.' The Super Jumpy-dumpty would ignite mid-air from all the falling, but Hev was nice enough to enchant all her Super Jumpy-dumpty with fire resistance. And now, Klee could drop them all from orbit.

Klee watched closely as that flaming ball of pure cuteness scorched through the air and continued to fall at great speeds- getting tinier and tinier as it fell further down into the planet's atmosphere.

"Kree social media has a live feed of the dropping Super Jumpy-dumpty… putting it on screen for your viewing pleasure, Captain." Another of her assistants helpfully offered up before the holographic display lit up across the window.

The camera was capturing a view of a huge city. Buildings even taller than the ones on Sakaar rose up everywhere and flying carriages were everywhere. Everywhere in the screen, there were so many blue people. The Kree, she guessed. They pointed their funny blue fingers at the flaming Super Jumpy-Dumpty falling from the sky. Worried muttering and some panicked screaming rang out from the background as the cute ball almost reached the surface.

Then… Detonation.

A blinding-bright flash of white flared up as the Super Jumpy-Dumpty exploded. Some of the buildings closer to ground zero immediately were blown away in tiny bits as if they were sandcastles in strong wind. Then like a flower in spring, a gigantic fireball blossomed with the most beautiful mix of red and orange. Klee felt her eyes widen to take in the sight as the superheated mushroom cloud rose up into the sky in its pretty bright reds and glowing orange.

"This… this is the most beautiful thing Klee has ever seen." she murmured in awe, and then one holding the camera was knocked off their feet from the shockwave, and the feed went dead. Looking out the window, Klee couldn't find anything more than a tiny speck of cloud from this height.

Estimated Total Casualties: 58,000

The holographic interface on the window helpfully displayed. She had never exploded that many hilichurls in just one bomb before!

"It works…" Klee whispered in awe as she realised the gravity of the situation, and a frightful shiver of delight tingled up and down her back. Then she immediately sprinted back to her captain's chair and pushed the yellow button.

"Drop the next Super Jumpy Dumpty!" She commanded to the bomb crews impatiently, almost desperately. And once again, she was treated to the sight of a big ball of cuteness and Tesseract-fuelled magic gunpowder explosive as it was ejected daintily in space before starting its descent.

"We have another live feed, Captain." Klee's comms assistant once again declared, "This time from their largest news network."

The display blinked open and it showed a grumpy Kree sitting at a table and staring at the camera as he used big words that Klee didn't understand like 'grave violation of the galactic law' and 'egregious war crimes.' He even showed a recording of the Floaty-Boaty as it dropped the first Super Jumpy Dumpty.

Over his shoulder, Klee could see a fresh city- different from the one they had just bombed. The only reason Klee knew that it was a different city was because most of the tallest buildings were still standing when in the other city, they had collapsed. She watched the grumpy Kree grownup look at the camera in horror as the second Super Jumpy Dumpty fell from the sky behind him. And Klee was once again treated to the pretty sight of it exploding in a spectacular flash of white, and beautiful fiery mushroom cloud.

Estimated Total Casualties: 121,000

"New high score!" Klee jumped in excitement as the feed died and the casualty estimate popped up.

"Captain," Her assistant who was in charge of driving the ship called out, "we have reached geosynchronous orbit above the capital city. Bomb crews await your command."

"Geosy- geosycho- geosing- Hmm." Klee ventured as she gave a puzzled look- trying to recall the big word that Hev taught her before just giving up. "Err… We're right above them?"

"Yes, Captain." The driver-assistant responded politely, and Klee bit her lip in indecision. She really wanted to find out what it's like using all her Super Jumpy Dumpty on just one target. She was not supposed to do that though: Hev told her that she was supposed to bomb cities (plural) and not just one big one, but… she didn't know if this is going to be the last time she'll be allowed this much fun.

Just this once.

"Empty the bomb bays!" She declared, and immediately, she regretted it.

"You have almost a hundred of those Super Jumpy Dumpty bombs, Klee. Why are you dropping all of them on one city?

Klee's bright red eyes as she realised that the connection was still open and Hev was still listening. He had just caught her doing something that she wasn't supposed to.

"I mean- We can make more! I just-" Klee blurted out in a babble before taking a deep breath like Jean said she had to when she was super nervous. She didn't want him to be angry at her. Hev was always so nice to her. "I just need to see it just this once, please Hev!"

"Hmmm… a completely leveled capital city is definitely better than ten lightly bombed normal cities. The Kree Empire will need more time to repair the planet's buildings that way… Very well."

Then Hev said just the right words that made Klee's heart all fuzzy and fluttery.

"Make that city explode, Klee."

"You're the best, Hev!" She grinned before doing an about face to her assistants in red and white, "Assistants! Empty the bomb bays!"

"Aye, Captain!" they shouted back, and leaving Klee to once again pressed her nose against the glass. "Launch the first salvo!"

"Oh boy, ohboy, ohboy, ohboy!" Klee couldn't but giddily bounce as the bomb crew began fulfilling her command.

Like a marching band of stuffed animals, the salvos of Super Jumpy Dumpty began floating out from the cruiser in neat little lines. Each and every single one of them with the yield of a large nuke. In neat rows of sixes, they began falling through the atmosphere like Klee's own falling stars. The flames of reentry enveloping each of them as they fell.

A live video footage once again popped up on the window- the cameraman was sobbing and blubbering, but Klee's eyes were focused on the six fireballs that were entering the atmosphere in the video feed- there were no longer in a neat little line- having drifted apart as they fell through the atmosphere. But Klee's glittering ruby-red eyes were locked on all six as they fell closer and closer to the earth.

Her lips mouthing the countdown till they detonated.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

And a flash of light once again flared- this time so much brighter than just a single Super Jumpy Dumpty bomb. It was like the entire world had just impacted with the surface of the sun; and this time, the bright flash was clearly visible from orbit.

The tumultuous shockwaves of six Super Jumpy Dumpty disintegrated most of the structures, including the one that the camera man was standing on, and the feed died. But what came after was what took Klee's breath away. For the briefest of moments as the tumultuous shockwaves of six Super Jumpy Dumpty disintegrated most of the structures in their radius, the entire world looked like it was on fire.

The expanding fireballs seemed to sway like a dancer- the chaos of multiple explosions wreaking havoc on the winds and twisting the fireballs this way and that. The towering columns of flames- taller than skyscrapers- waltzed with fluid grace like dancers on fire as their flames consumed the capital city.

A tear streamed down Klee's cheek at sight.

"So beautiful…" she whispered reverently, her small hands pressing on the glass and wishing she could feel the warmth the explosions brought.

Estimated Total Casualties: 525,000

"More…" Klee murmured- just loud enough for her assistants to hear. And the next salvo of Super Jumpy Dumptys marched out from the bomb bays. And yet again, Klee's ruby-red eyes locked unblinkingly onto them- her precious creations as they fulfilled their purpose: To explode.

Estimated Total Casualties: 2,726,000

"More!" She cried out as the next two salvo of Super Jumpy Dumptys pierced through the rising mushroom clouds and detonated. Their ruinous payload only blowing the mushroom clouds even higher.

She didn't think she could ever get enough of this.

Estimated Total Casualties: 15,946,000

"MORE!" Klee roared her demand.

Never enough.

Estimated Total Casualties: 42,788,000

Her heated panting fogged up the glass- the superheated ash cloud now obscured the entire capital city. More than 500 kilometres of the megacity was now pounded into oblivion under the terrible and awesome might of 96 of her greatest creations.

"Uh… Mr. Hev?" Klee whimpered- shivers still running up and down her back, and her knees were feeling weak.

"What is it, Klee?"

"Mm…" Klee hesitantly murmured- confused. "Klee's tummy feels like it has butterflies. Is this normal?"

"You're doing great work with the orbital bombardment- you don't need to feel nervous. How goes it?"

"Klee wants to keep going, but she can't anymore." Klee admitted with a shuddering sigh of satisfaction. She found her lips to be really dry for some reason- forcing her to run her tongue across her parched lips. The spot on her shoulder where Hev bit her to give her his brand ached, "But Klee came so big... So, uh… Thanks for letting Klee do this."

There was a pregnant pause before Hev's slightly hesitant voice rang out from her enchanted metal earphones.

"You're… you're talking about running out of bombs, right?"

"Mhm…" Klee responded with a little nod of her. "All bomb bays empty- I counted them all myself."

All 96 Super Jumpy Dumpty bombs were dropped on the city below.

"… I see. Great work, Klee. We're close to finishing up here with the patrol fleets as well. Why don't you come over here and we can have some of that barbequed space fish that you like."

"I'd like that a lot, Hev." Klee had to agree, all the excitement made her work up an appetite.

And with a flex of her will, she made that shiny portal [All Roads Lead to Home]. It was just like when Aether was around just a few days ago. Walking through it, Klee immediately caught the scent of barbecuing fish, and her tummy grumbled hungrily. Placing a small hand over her belly, she followed the fragrance to the kitchen where the familiar sight of that huge grown up in clicky bone armour was BBQing fish.

"HEV!" She shouted with a big smile, running to him excitedly, and tackling his huge bone-covered legs in a hug. "That was soooo fun."

In response, a huge hand rested on her head- patting her gently.

"Yes, I imagine that it was." He indulged her with that rumbly voice that reminded her of the calming sound of her bomb's aftershocks, "You made all those Kree explode very well, Klee. You did great today."

She looked up at him pleadingly.

"And it was amazing for me…" She whispered in admission- suddenly feeling shy,"...can we do something like this again sometime?"

Hev just shot her a look of exasperation- those blood-red eyes visible through the slits of his helmet as they looked down to her suspiciously. And with a sigh, he picked her up by the scruff of her coat and sat her down on the table, placing a dish with a barbecued space fish in front of her.

"Mmm… thank you." She muttered her thanks, digging into the fish fillet.

"To answer your question…" Hev began- deep in thought, "the Sakaarian fleet is picking up momentum, and we'll need to raid many worlds to get where I wish for us to be. Suffice to say, we're going to be doing this many times again."

"A-again?!" Klee squeaked in trepidation- almost choking on the fish. She was going to turn weird if she was going to do this again! But at the same time, she wanted to do this again.

"Yes, again." He assured her, "But that's for later. For now…"

Then Hev's voice seemed to grow louder, and Klee realised that he was broadcasting a message to the entire fleet.

"Everyone, all defences have been neutralised, light bombardment has softened up the ground forces and Phase 3 is now in effect. Claim whatever or whoever you like, you have a few hours before we leave. Punctuality will be enforced by those superheated ash-clouds that will be dropping from the atmosphere. Good luck."

"Today has been so exciting, Hev." Klee sighed, the clatter of her spoon and fork on a clean plate sounding out as she let out a burp. Patting her full belly, Klee couldn't help but feel a bit drowsy after all the excitement. And despite her best efforts, she couldn't hold back the yawn that soon followed.

"Mmm… not tired. Don't want to go to sleep yet." She denied- pouting at Hev who merely nodded in understanding. He was going to tell her to go to sleep like master Jean does, wasn't he?

"I see." Hev only nodded in understanding, "Instead of that, why not relax in your room and think up some improvements to the Super Jumpy Dumpty design based on what you've seen them do?"

"Mmm… good idea." Klee yawned again, and she groggily stood up from the chair, only for Hev to carry her in his arms.

"I recommend improving the efficiency of your Super Jumpy Dumpty." He suggested, stroking her back soothingly as he carried her to her room, "Too little bang for something that big; however, it's weight-to-Blast-yield ratio is outstandingly good."

Klee just snuggled closer, pressing her cheek against the strangely warm bone pauldron of Hev's shoulder.

"Mmm… just need more Vibranium… short supply, so just been using it as a primer…" she drowsily reasoned as they reached the door to her room, the familiar red and white decor and piles of fluffy stuffed animals and faint scent of gunpowder calming her down even further.

"Everyone wants more Vibranium." Hev noted with a soft laugh as he helped her out of her little boots, hat and coat before tucking her into her bed. "I'm working on it though… In the meantime, what else can we do to make the Super Jumpy Dumpty better?"

"The Tesseract-energy… munya…" She yawned as she snuggled into one of her stuffed toys in bed, "...saturation process could be better too… lots, lots better… and… and…"

Klee trailed off as she fell soundly asleep- dreaming of marching bands of cute Super Jumpy Dumpty in a field of twinkling stars. The jumpy dumpty leading them from the front was wearing a boney helmet, and turned to her- its blood-red eyes looking straight into hers as it glittered with pride.

"You've done me proud today, Klee." The bone-helmeted Jumpy Dumpty's deep voice calmly rumbled like a distant explosion, a big furry paw in bone gloves stroking her head, "Sleep well, you've earned it."

And in her sleep, Klee smiled softly despite her hair being ruffled.

[Surface of Kregeth-2] (Five minutes later)

My throbbing hard cock violently pounded virgin Kree pussy.

"Please! Not my youngest!" Governor Ag'Atha pleaded just a few metres away from where I had bent her youngest daughter over a pile of fresh Kree corpses.

The burning ruins of a city were all around us. Every piece of valuables were being looted while long lines of Kree prisoners in chains marched onto Sakaarian ships. Most were women and children, but there were some males mixed in. The weak and the infirm made for poor slaves after all. The wailing of women were ringing out over the blazing city as the Sakaarians followed my example and slaked their brutal revenge on the civilian populace.

The one that I was having right now was a pretty little thing. The blue-skinned Kree woman was almost a fully grown woman- a tight body toned and curved in all the right places. Soft C-cups that bounced with every thrust I made into her deliciously tight and surprisingly wet femininity.

Her mother, the Governess, who had once sought to defy me was now in her rightful place- on her knees in the mud while she watched on helplessly. They had managed to avoid Klee's bombardment through sheer dumb luck- having been at a vacation home at the time- which was good, because I could now claim her and her four daughters as my war trophy.

I only shot a malicious grin at her as my deep voice rumbled with a vicious lilt.

"If your next words are not you pleading for me to rape your youngest daughter harder, I will dismember all four of her limbs, pluck out her eyes, then rape her harder." I guffawed as I gave her daughter's tight ass a heavy spank- all while watching the look of pain and hesitation in Governor Ag'Atha's dark eyes.

"I won't accept silence either, Governor." I warned her, and she squeezed her eyes shut as the tiniest whimper left her lips.

"P-please rape my young- my youngest daughter harder…" She stuttered- barely audible over the rising sound of me fucking her daughter's pussy harder.

"Good." I growled- pumping her daughter's womb full with my virile cum before picking her up and pushing her at her family where she stumbled into their arms. "You all can stay obedient little toys and you just might come out of this unscathed. However, attempt to defy me, and I'll happily carve my entertainment out of your entire family instead. Now get me some drinks."

Their faces paled at the warning before scrambling back to their ruined home to retrieve some drinks. And just as the Kree women left a smoky blue portal opened beside me. And a now familiar pony-tailed blonde in a black trenchcoat walked through the portal conjured by her Infinity Gauntlet- a holographic clipboard in her other gloved hand.

"To finally see a capital city reduced to ash by one of my weapons as I had first intended, I must confess that I am enjoying it much more than I thought I would." Johanna's stern but feminine voice gleefully admitted before she raised a graceful blonde eyebrow at me. "But is the rape truly necessary?"

"Yes, it certainly is." I casually answered as the Kree Governor and her daughters came back with some bottles and glasses on lustrous silver platters. Whiskey by the looks of it. Taking two glasses from the platters, I offered one to Johanna. "Toast to our first victory together?"

Johanna opened her mouth to reject, but paused for a moment before nodding.

"A toast." She piped with an amused smile as we clinked glasses and downed each of our glasses.

"Hah… that was the first sip of alcohol I've had in over 70 years." Johanna sighed before sitting it back on the tray in the Governor's hands and sitting down beside me on the wooden bench- once again reminding myself that this evil-looking Samus-look alike was currently off-limits due to being the head of my research division. No matter how sharply dressed she was or how tight that black trench coat was fitted around those DDs or how those boots highlighted her graceful calves and snugly fitting pants.

"How goes the combat data that we've collected?" I lead with a question- trying to find in me the self-control to suppress the urge to rape for once.

"Very informative." She immediately replied. And it was then that I noticed something- she did not seem to be used to the alcohol as the blonde began flushing pink from that single glass of whiskey. Clear blue eyes that were slightly hooded from the alcohol looked to me. "I am certain others will have their criticisms about the mass-production and distribution of experimental technology as a way of field-testing it to be reckless… But I have always been a strong advocate for bold steps in experimentat-."

Whatever she was going to say, it was interrupted by two people suddenly appearing on the ground beside me. Immediately, a Tesseract-energy pistol was in her hand- ready to empty her battery-magazine into said people. But thankfully, I managed to place my arm over her hands- gesturing to her to not pull the trigger.

"Settle down, Johanna." I calmed her with a sigh.

"You know these two?" She questioned in an incredulous tone- not letting them out of her sights.

"Yes, just disappointed by them at the moment." I drawled- definitely finding getting interrupted by two unconscious people to be disappointing, "However, they're people you'll find very interesting- given your passion for Norse Mythology… Observe."

I poured the contents of my drink onto the face of the closest one; and suddenly finding herself wet, Sylvie Laufeysdottir woke up with a loud squawk of indignation.

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