"Who are-" Klaue started, his voice cut off as an invisible force wrapped around his throat, the pale woman in black leather pants and a barely fitting corset strutting towards him with a smirk.
Usually, that sentence would excite him... but as he was hanging off the ground without his arm, he was remarkably less happy with the situation this time.
Glancing down at her cleavage, he corrected himself. Slightly less happy. So this was what scaroused meant.
"Do be quiet, mortal. My beloved son has decided he wants you as a gift for his new fiancée and in-laws... what better present for a Wakandan Princess than their most wanted criminal after all?" the sexy, scary lady drawled. "He ordered me to capture you... but he never said you had to be unharmed. I'm sure Wakanda won't mind if you don't have all your pieces when you are delivered." she said with a cruel smirk.
"Kinky." Klaue replied casually, smirking back at her despite the pain as her powers squeezed. "Normally I have to pay for this kind of treatment." he continued, watching her eyes narrow.
No weapons, his prosthetic arm torn off, all his men dead... and he was hanging in the air from a crazy bitches power.
The least he could do was make sure she didn't get to enjoy it.
- Kuro -
"You do realise I didn't call you here for a booty call, right?" I ask as the Succubus Queen climbs into my lap, her hands moving under my clothes.
"...I'm a Succubus, and you're at least part Incubus, are you really saying you don't want to fuck me? I assure you, you don't know the wonders of sex until you've bedded a Succubus." Shiklah pointed out, already naked as she unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it aside.
"Been there, done that." I counter with a slight smirk, making her eyes widen. "Still, you have a point... but I do have something I want to discuss with you. Still, I can multitask." I say, dismissing my clothes, causing my freed erection to spring free, hitting her undercarriage as I look over her.
Huh, purple nipples. Marvel Succubi are rather exotic, light pink skin with purple marking on her face. Or is it unique to Shiklah herself? I suppose I'll find out if I am to rule the Monsters.
"Sex is second nature to me, as easy as breathing... so we should have no problem speaking and fucking at the same time." Shiklah agrees as she reaches down, gripping my shaft and impaling herself on it in a single slam.
Immediately she clenches down on me, becoming unnaturally tight as she starts to move her hips, her cunt insanely hot as she practically massages my shaft... she's definitely better than the Overlord Succubi... but she's like an eight on the Ophis scale of tightness, Ophis herself being a ten.
"Now, my love... what did you wish to talk about?" Shiklah asks as she rides me, surprise hidden in her gaze at how unaffected I seem to be as I simply sit back on my throne and enjoy the ride.
"Firstly, if I accept your offer and marry you, what happens afterwards exactly, I'm not exactly up-to-date on the Monster Kingdom policies." I deadpan, gripping her bafflingly large ass, squeezing the soft pink buttocks. "What would be expected of me?" I ask as she rides me.
"As the King, you would have the same power I do, you can spend as much time as you like in your new Kingdom, or just leave it to me. I really just need the Tepes name to secure my rule... and Lilith turned down my offer to rule beside me... oh, and Dracula killed all your other siblings a while back." Shiklah admits easily, unconcerned about the large shaft currently inside her.
Even as I switch to Bitch-Breaker Mode, she simply lets out a gasp of surprise as my dick grows, lengthening and thickening.
"If- Oh, that's a nice trick... If you want to have a part in the ruling of our Kingdom, that is fine... and if you would prefer to be a mostly silent ruler, that is fine as well." Shiklah says casually. "The mere fact that you are the son of Dracula will be enough to keep most of our subjects respectful even if you don't actively rule, though I will expect to be impregnated with an Heir at some point in the future, since that will help my claim to the throne." Shiklah says with a shrug, making her large breasts jiggle enticingly.
"Right, that all makes sense. Secondly, if we get married, I am not getting cuckolded because you can't keep your pants no, political marriage or not." I point out, making her laugh.
"Rather hypocritical of you, is it not? You have dozens of lovers." Shiklah counters, making me smirk back at her.
"I'm a hypocrite, so what? I will not have my wife is not spreading her legs for every monster in the kingdom, that is non-negotiable." I say bluntly making her chuckle.
"While you bed every girl that catches your eye? Being a demon, even a part-demon, suits you My Love... that self-entitlement is going to fit right in with your demonic subjects. Or maybe you get that arrogance from your father? Or maybe even your mother, arrogance does run in the family, does it not?" Shiklah giggles as she slams her hips down faster, a quiet moan leaving her as she does so.
"Probably a mixture, plus my own natural arrogance, what's your point?" I say with a shrug. "Oh, nothing. I was just impressed... not many people will openly admit to being an arrogant hypocrite after all." Shiklah compliments. "It's so much nicer than listening to you try and excuse away your actions, it's rather attractive. Does this demand carry over to the fairer sex as well? I can cut off my male lovers, I care little for them beyond the pleasure they bring, but I am a sexual being, and I cannot go without because you are too busy to bed me as frequently as I need." Shiklah counters. "I have no issue sharing my female playthings with you, you'll find the collection quite impressive... I have quite the arrangement of races. Have you ever fucked an invisible woman before? My main spy is completely invisible all the time, and she is always naked to stop her from being spotted, it's quite fun to have her pleasure you mid-meeting. I mean, she's married, but I'm a sex demon, what do I care about her marriage vows? Or maybe you'd prefer my cousin? She's always up for a threesome... or a more-some."
"...that's fine, and I just might take you up on that." I say easily, making her giggle again. "Then I have one last thing to ask... can you find a Vampire called Alyssa? She's apparently the leader of a sect called the Siren sect." I ask, making her pause again.
"I know her, by reputation mostly. She and her sect refused to join the monster kingdom... but that was decades ago. Why are you searching for her? Is a Succubus wife not enough, so you must seek out the vampire known for her seductive nature and sexual prowess?" Shiklah asks in amusement.
"My father wants me to defeat her, and has promised me a reward should I do so." I point out bluntly making her eyes widen, even as I start to thrust up into her.
"I... see, I was under the impression that you wanted to slay him?" she asks, moving again.
"That's the end goal, but I can't rush into it... and I need practice fighting vampires anyway, besides this can buy me some time before he decides to attack me." I point out making her nod in agreement.
"Alyssa is an old vampire, though I have heard little of her actual combat prowess. She is a master seductress and has taught her skills to her entirely female coven. She prefers seducing powerful members of other races to fight for her, but she has still been around since the renaissance era, at the earliest. Do not underestimate her, she is no Dracula, but you don't live that long by being weak, and she has lead her sect unchallenged for hundreds of years." Shiklah warns, making me smile as I give her ass a little spank of appreciation. "I'll look into where she is, but most vampire sects are rather private, it may take me some time to track her down. I heard she was based out of an Italian mansion last, but I have no doubt she has moved since." Shiklah agrees.
"In that case, I'll accept your offer, Queen Shiklah... when you have the information I want." I deadpan, making her smirk again.
"I'll track her down, you can count on that. Lilith has been tracking your father as well, but he seems to be just... wandering aimlessly when he leaves Castle Dracula. He is in Australia at the moment, though no-one knows what he is doing there." Shiklah informs me. "Countess Báthory has been searching for something to help you in your fight as well, though it is less that she wants you to win and more that she wants Dracula to die." Shiklah says with a chuckle.
"Good to know, though even still I doubt this will be easy." I admit, frowning slightly. "Father won't go down without a fight."
"Agreed, but I have faith that you will succeed, I wouldn't be bothering wasting my time marrying you if I thought you were going to be turned to a pile of ash soon." Shiklah says with a shrug.
"...I appreciate the faith." I deadpan before I smirk. "But you have been entirely too casual about this whole getting fucked thing, and as an Eromancer, I have to admit I'm fairly offended." I say after a moment, making her eyebrow raise.
"Then do something about it, I'm a Succubus darling, you could bring a dozen friends with dicks as big as yours, and I wouldn't be phased.
"I don't share... but I do have a few tricks up my sleeve. You see, I just learnt a new spell, and I would really like to put it to the test, you don't mind, do you?" I ask as I click my fingers, a pair of hovering purple rifts forming in the throne room.
"Interesting... is that... creation magic? What are you creating?" Shiklah asks casually, unconcerned at the menacing rifts, even as a pair of thick purple tentacles burst forwards, wrapping around her as they pull her away. "Oooh... I know a few of my kind who are going to love you. Do I still have that Japanese schoolgirl uniform?" Shiklah asks in amusement as the tentacles hold her in the air, wrapped around her arms and legs as they are spread eagle.
Standing up, I move towards her with my bitch breaker enhanced cock swinging with each step.
Eromancy is a powerful tool, and as I place my hand on her, I smirk as her body starts to shrink.
[Summon Tentacles] (Active)
1000 MP to cast
Open a rift from which multiple tentacles under the casters control will sprout from. The caster will feel whatever the tentacles feel, and has absolute control of them.
[Shrink] (Active)
1000 MP to cast
Causes the targets body to shrink, can be used on specific body parts.
A master of Eromancy could shrink their target to barely a few inches tall, though this spell is easily resisted.
Even as her eyes widen, her body shrunk to barely half my size, she doesn't look like a child. She just looks like a smaller adult.
Resting my shaft on her stomach, I see her eyes widen in shock at the way it reaches up to her lower breasts, showing her just how full she is about to be as I pull back, the fat head of my shaft pressing against her suddenly far smaller cunt.
"If you want to back down, I don't mind." I say casually as I start to push forwards, pulling her short legs up against my chest as another rift forms beneath her, more tentacles slowly creeping towards her.
Looking me in the eyes, her smile becomes almost feral as I finally push the tip of my dick into her insanely tight cunt, a moan of pleasure and a hint of pain leaving her.
"Don't start what you can't finish... ruin me." Shiklah orders, making me smirk back at her as I slam forwards, a clear outline of my shaft bulging against her stomach as I bottom out inside her. "I-is that all? I still have a pair of unfilled holes after a-gck!"
As a tentacle almost as thick as my arm thrusts into her open mouth, another shoots up from below, slamming into her exposed asshole as her eyes widen in shock and pain, three insanely thick objects invading her every hole.
Yes, I cast Imbue stretchiness on her. I don't want to actually hurt her.
Besides, I'm not even remotely worried about this being too much... if it was her hands wouldn't be wrapped around two more slimy tentacle shafts, rapidly stroking them both with her tiny hands, even as a special pair of tentacles wrap around her, latching onto her breasts with their suckers as she moans around the tentacle invading her throat.
Of course, the Succubus Queen can handle getting shrunk and stuffed by a horde of tentacles... but that isn't going to stop me from enjoying this.
Pulling back, I slam forwards with all my force, smirking at the muffled scream that leaves her stuffed mouth.
It's good to be me sometimes.
- Felicia Hardy -
"So, can you fix me up with your magic fingers?" Felicia asked causally, the pain from her bullet wound... even with the bullet removed from her, gone after a wave of his hand. Which was good because the adrenaline had started to wear off and her body suddenly remembered that it was pretty fucked up.
"...I shouldn't have to, since you should be nice and safe in an expensive penthouse, far away from the Kingpin's men. Wanna explain that one?" Kuro asked with a frown.
"...there was a shiny jewel on display, and I wanted it." Felicia admitted after a moment, feeling very much like she was dealing with a disapproving parent as Kuro frowned down at her as she laid on his bed, utterly naked. "Look, it's kinda disturbing seeing the holes in my stomach even if I can't feel it... so can we save the lecture for later? I fucked up, you saved me, you're my own personal guardian angel. Happy now? Can you please heal me up? Pretty please?"
"Also ...do I really have to be naked for this? I don't mind, but couldn't magic work even if I was dressed? Magic can't really be stopped by a bit of leather, right?" Felicia asked casually after a moment, making him chuckle.
"Of course not, but don't anyone else that. Also, it does help to see the wounds clearly... but yes, I could do this while you were dressed. If I have to waste my night fixing you up because you did something stupid, the least you can do is give me a good show." Kuro deadpanned, reaching over and giving one of her breasts a firm squeeze.
"Fix the gaping holes in my stomach, and I'll give you a lot more than that." Felicia said with a smirk, looking at the growing bulge against his pyjama bottoms. Clearly, he had been getting ready for bed before she got into trouble. "This is two times you've saved me, and I don't like owing people... fix me up, and I'll start paying you back."
She was a virgin, despite her teasing attitude, but she knew the benefits of keeping the magic man who kept saving her sexy ass happy with her. Besides, why would he want her virginity when she had tits this big?
"Damn right, you will. I don't work for free, and you already owe me some favours from last time. Now shut up and let me work." Kuro said, clicking his fingers as an O-ring gag appeared between her lips, stopping her from speaking as her mouth was forced open.
"Khen-key." Felicia managed to say, making him chuckle.
"Eromancy is the art of sex magic, and it can create sex toys... but I mostly wanted to shut you up so I could work." Kuro admitted.
Huh, apparently mages weren't all staffs and funny hats. Cool.
...also, Kuro practised the art of 'sex magic'? Wasn't that... interesting?
Watching him close her wounds, a part of her wondered if the groping hand on her breast was a part of the healing... and a larger part of her realised that Kuro was just playing with her breasts for his own amusement as he fixed her, the bloody wounds slowly closing, only a pleasant tingle where pain should have been.
She had to wonder how a boy-scout like Spidey ended up friends with a pervy mage like Kuro, but they were both of a similar age... if she looked into who Kuro knew she would probably find Spidey... but why would she bother?
Spidey saved her from the Kingpin's goons, and then called Kuro to heal her before she passed away, Kuro might have been the one to heal her up, but Spidey was the one to arrange it.
She owed them both, and she wasn't the kind of girl to squelch on a debt, thief or not.
Watching as her final wound closed up, she let out a sigh of relief through the gag, it was... unpleasant to look down and see blood and gory holes.
"And that is that... congratulations, your idiocy hasn't cost you your life." Kuro deadpanned as he gave her left boob one last squeeze before he moved back. "I swear if you wander off and get shot again before I can deal with the Kingpin, I'm keeping you on a leash."
...If she didn't have a ring gag in her mouth, she'd have thought he was talking metaphorically. She had a feeling he absolutely was not.
"Wut now?" she asked, unable to speak properly with her lips kept apart.
"Now? Payment for services rendered." Kuro said calmly, smirking down at her as the gag vanished. "Of course you are welcome to refuse, I have no intention of forcing you." he continued. "I'm sure we can come to an alternate way of you repaying me for my time."
"I don't like being in debt, and I'm not that prudish." Felicia asked in amusement. "I'm a virgin, and I don't really wanna give up my first time over a debt, so what do you want me to do?" she asked, making him smirk.
"Stay right there... that's all." he said, undoing his pyjama bottoms and letting them fall as her eyes widened.
She wasn't inexperienced, she had experimented with guys and girls before... but that dick did not belong on a teenager. Kuro wasn't that tall or that broad, but he was big where it counted.
Climbing onto the bed, he settled himself on her stomach, laying his slab of hard hot meat between her breasts as she reached up and pushed them together, watching her own unnaturally large features swallow his shaft, engulfing it entirely.
Smirking up at him, she watched as he started to thrust up into her cleavage, his usually cold features tinged with pleasure as he pleasured himself with her body.
...still, after a few minutes of laying back and letting him fuck her tits, she was starting to get bored.
"Go on, sexy... fuck my big fat tits. I bet you've wanted this from the moment you saw them." Felicia encouraged with a sultry tone, giving him her best enticing look.
Her actions were rewarded as his thrusts became faster, the tip of his shaft popping out of her soft embrace with each thrust forwards, and leaning down she gave it a quick lick as it came closer to her face.
He tasted... like caramel? Why did he taste like caramel?
Whatever the reason, she minor hesitance vanished as she tilted her head downwards so she could better lap at him when his cock escaped her vast cleavage.
"Come on, baby... give this kitty some cream." Felicia purred as he sped up, the tip of his shaft leaking his delicious pre-cum into her cleavage, moving to fast for her to get it all.
"You... asked for it." Kuro growled out, slamming his hips forwards with a grunt as his dick started to twitch, rewarding her with a long string of sticky seed that burst forwards, landing across her face, forcing her to close one of her eyes quickly.
Leaning down, she took the tip of his shaft into her mouth, staring up at him with lustful eyes as the second burst filled her mouth. He tasted a lot better than her last boyfriend, maybe there was something to be said for being friends with benefits with a mage?
Reliable healing, magic portals and tasty cum.
Swallowing rapidly, she let the thick cum slide down her throat as she moaned slightly, the sweet taste only getting stronger now she was getting the real deal instead of the weaker pre-cum.
If he always tasted like this, she wouldn't mind dropping to her knees more if it meant she could rely on him for healing if things went... wrong again.
After two near-death experiences, she could certainly see the benefit of being fuck-buddies with a healer who could fix her up in emergencies.
He certainly was shooting from a bigger magazine than her last boyfriend as well, and after what seemed like minutes of swallowing, his shaft finally stopped twitching, the last of his cum sliding down her gullet.
As he pulled back, she went to speak before she realised something.
"You're... still hard?" Felicia said after a moment, staring down at the still erect dick.
"You didn't really think an Eromancer would go soft so easily... did you?" Kuro asked with a smirk, making her eyes widen. "Don't worry, five or six more rounds and it'll probably go down."
...magic was bullshit.
- Crime Lord Kuro (Alexander Makarovich) -
It turns out Makarovich isn't even a proper last name. Knowing the language doesn't help me understand the cultural stuff. Something to watch for if I actually want to pass myself off as a Russian.
My last name is Temnov now, Alexander Makarovich Temnov. Emma had my back and fixed it when I asked her to falsify some I.D. for my new form.
"Boss, all the goods have been moved to the new safe house." one of the men I have working for me informed me as I looked up from my book, looking at the tall, muscular man.
My safe house has been warded to make people ignore it by Selene, and I had her supply me with a Grimoire on warding, so I don't always have to rely on her for it. I have a long way to go, but I'm making progress. Calypso sent me a message that she had found a lead on another potential magic user for my faction, but for now, I'm the only magical member of my gang.
Well, mostly.
"And you, Cursed Arm? How did your mission go?" I ask calmly, unconcerned by the robed man standing in the corner of the room, his body completely covered and a small white mask concealing his face.
"My targets died quickly, Master. I was not seen." Cursed arm reports immediately, my newest servant having returned from his assignment.
Nothing special, just killing off some minor lieutenants in the Kingpin's overly large crime empire. I had him try and frame it like infighting to weaken the Kingpin's forces.
"Excellent, take a well-earned rest, Cursed. You've earnt it, and there will be more to kill before long." I say, getting a bow from the quiet servant as he vanishes immediately.
Every Crime Lord needs someone who can deal with their problems subtly, and Cursed Arm is mine... for now at least. I'll get more assassins in time, but I will always have a place by my side for the skilled and loyal killer.
"And you, leave me and return to your duties." I order the large man easily as I go back to my book.
I don't have to be nice to him, and I don't have to worry about him betraying me... or ever acting against me.
Yesterday, he was a homeless starving old man living under a bridge in Detroit, now he's a giant of a man with bulging muscles and a completely different face, barely passing for thirty.
The world has millions of homeless, not just in America but all over. I just... did my part to reduce homelessness. They were littering up the place, and really... will anyone miss them?
A couple hundred homeless grabbed from different cities, different continents in some cases, won't be noticed. Besides, this is Marvel... it happens all the time, there must be a thousand secret projects kidnapping beggars.
So I've been able to build myself something that no other Crime Lord has... a force of utterly loyal, talented and strong, minions. The strong part is simple, I can remake people's bodies with a touch... I just made them muscular, and it translated into impressive strength, but not supernatural.
The talented part was a bit of an experiment, one of my homeless... recruits was a soldier before he came back from the war and fell to drugs to dull the pain. He knew a lot about tactics and firearms. Which I copied with my telepathy and forced into the minds of every other minion I was making.
It worked surprisingly well, since I normally wipe the past away anyway their minds are a blank slate for me to colour as I please. Which is why I also... acquired some of the Hand assassins, a pair of brothers who worked as mid-tier assassins for the Hand. Not important enough for them to look into their deaths with the Punisher on the offensive, but also talented enough to be worth grabbing.
So now my men all know how to use guns as well as a professional soldier, they understand tactics, they can fight with the martial arts skills of a Hand Assassin... and they are all unwaveringly loyal to me. That plus the knowledge I took from Kraven? They are deadly.
Telepathically mind-controlled, killed and resurrected as my slaves, possessed by my spirits and then enforced by Kilgrave's powers. They have so many layers of control they can't even consider betraying me, no matter how much they are offered. They'd die before sharing a single one of my secrets.
If you interrogated one of them what toothpaste I liked to use, they'd choose death over telling you.
With my new faction, I easily managed to take out one of the minor crime lords that worked for the Kingpin, who is more of an Emperor really since he has minor crime-lords running multiple gangs underneath him.
The one I took out dealt with drug dealing and prostitution. I eliminated his drug suppliers, stealing the methods of production from their minds and giving it to a few choice minions of my own who are made for production not enforcement, and I have started producing and selling them myself at a lowered price to cut into the Kingpin's income. I could use Alchemy to make something better, but that means showing I have magical means, and that could attract unwanted attention.
I've had a small clash with his own dealers, but my men are better trained, and while he has more of them I have come out on top so far. I tend to let one live, possessing them and then simply watching for where they go.
It's lead me to multiple hideouts which I've promptly destroyed, looting everything and killing his men. I don't need to recruit his men when I can just... acquire more of them.
The world will never run out of homeless, druggies and vagabonds, undesirables that don't even warrant an investigation when they disappear.
As for the prostitution, I kept that going as well. I mean, I got rid of the pimps and replaced them with my own men, sent a few of my men to make sure the clients don't get too rough with the girls...
Then I set about grabbing female homeless, reshaping them to make them beauties... with the sexual knowledge of one of the more popular prostitutes. Mine are better looking, more talented, more enthusiastic, they have no diseases, and they cost the same as the Kingpins. They are literally built for sex, willing to indulge any fetish their clients desire.
Is it any wonder he is starting to lose business?
He is going to retaliate hard, sooner or later, but right now he is still panicking over Hellfire catching onto his plans. This has happened at the worst possible time for him.
I have had a few problems with Spidey, lost a few men after he left them for the police, but that just means I have men in prison giving me eyes in there as well. My men are absolutely expendable, I could kill them all tonight and have them replaced in a couple of days.
I have the knowledge saved in my head, I can recreate them if I need to.
Hell, I can kill off Alexander and show up again with a new face and name the next day if I need to. This entire enterprise is utterly replaceable.
All in all, this crime lord business is pretty easy... and it does have its perks.
Looking down, I make eye contact with Jessica as she keeps bobbing her head, looking up at me with lustful eyes, utterly naked as she usually is lately. Paperwork is easier to deal with when you have a sexy woman sucking you off while you work.
With every guy around here being a slave in all but name, there's no reason to not have my sexy bodyguard/sex-toy to be naked all the time. It's not like she's any less dangerous in her birthday suit... also, I have a fucking Terminator watching me silently from the corner of the room.
"Sir, the reports from the drug manufacturing plants." a sultry voice says to me, drawing my attention to my side, my eyes roaming over the body of my secretary in an incredibly short black skirt, her white shirt almost bursting as it attempts to hold in her breasts despite being a couple of sizes too small.
Yes, I kept some of the girls I remade into prostitutes for my own use. I gave them financial and secretarial talents... and some of them I gave cooking, baking and cleaning skills... and slutty maid outfits.
Look, most of these people would be dead in a couple of years at the most. Sure, being my slave isn't ideal, but who cares? I am not going to feel bad about putting them to better use. I saw a possible asset, and I utilised them to their best potential. It's just good business.
My penthouse is a pretty busy place now... and I bought out the entire high-rise apartment tower for my people.
With telepathy, it's easy to convince the residents to move out. I even paid them a fair price for their homes.
I've even had time to practice with my Necromancy, in ways I never would have tried before my death. Pulling out my dagger, just a normal one I took off the corpse of one of the Hand's men, I smile to myself as a thick black mist starts to roll off of it.
If I can imbue weapons with light magic, shouldn't I be able to do the same with death magic? I'm as good, if not better, with Necromancy than I am with White Magic after all. My weapons deal ridiculous damage against living once they have been imbued with necrotic magic, and I can use the excuse of having bought a cursed weapon to stop people suspecting me of being capable of magic... for as long as possible, it will happen eventually, but I want to delay it for as long as I can. A gang lord barely gets S.H.I.E.L.D.'s attention, but a magical one will suddenly get the Avengers treatment, and I don't want to lose what I've built even if I can replace it easily enough.
My criminal empire is slowly growing, and soon it will be time to wipe out another crime lord and clear some more room for me to move in... and maybe arrange for Mister Fisk to come to an unfortunate end.
The problem is that I need to make sure I can handle the consequences of his death, as there will be countless other criminals trying to take advantage of his death, and equally annoying is the fact that his men will likely rampage without him keeping them in line. I need to make sure I'm fully prepared to deal with any vultures circling around his corpse and the deluded thugs who will seek to avenge their boss.
As a portal opens in my office I barely even look up, recognising the portal as one of Blink's, and as a somewhat older woman with brown hair, a streak of white in it, walks through, worry on her face as she locks eyes with me, I smile darkly.
"Hello, Mrs Fisk." I greet easily, sending a telepathic thank you to Emma as the wife of Wilson Fisk pales. She is well aware that I am a rival crime lord, and that her husband has utterly pissed of the incredibly powerful Hellfire.
So the fear radiating off her is very understandable.
- Mutant Kuro - Tuesday – 05/05/2009
Having a member of the X-Men as our teacher comes with... somewhat unusual problems.
Logan is supposed to teach us P.E., but he is on a mission at the moment, and instead of another teacher taking over, it was just cancelled entirely to give us a couple of hours free in the morning.
Kitty has left to get breakfast, the voyeuristic Kitty spending the night watching me and Rogue go down on each other. Rogue isn't ready for sex yet, I could easily pressure her into it... but I have a literal harem of willing and waiting women I could fuck.
Why would I pressure my cute girlfriend into it when I have plenty of other options?
I have noticed something... odd about Rogue. When she drained Cloak, she took his powers even if she hasn't noticed it yet, and with his power comes his hunger for light.
"You didn't have to get me anything, sugah." Rogue says with a light blush as she looks at the small silver necklace with a black gemstone in her hand, despite the happiness I can feel from her.
"Well, maybe I just wanted to make it clear that you are mine." I counter, giving her a deep kiss as she moans into my mouth.
"Pretty sure everyone already knows that..." Rogue says with a slight smirk, it's not like my sex life isn't... well known around here.
"True, but I wanted to make it very, very clear and I don't think the professors would approve of me getting you a collar and leash. You should wear it all the time." I say calmly, making her smile even as she blushes, slipping it on. Kilgrave's power is more effective if you are subtle about it. Why would someone fight a command if they never realise it was a command?
"Sure thing, Sugah... maybe we can try a collar for more... private settings if you want?" Rogue asks, her face burning.
"I'm game if you are... maybe we should get Kitty one as well, since she insists on watching."
"...Only if I get to be there when you give it to her, it'll be fun watching her go bright red. It's not like she can keep using the excuse that she's just keeping an eye on me considering how impatient she waiting for us to start so she can play with herself as she watches." Rogue deadpans.
"She's an adorable little voyeur, and the only person she's fooling is herself." I say with a chuckle.
"I'm gonna go get some breakfast now, Sugah, you coming?" Rogue asks, making me shake my head.
"Nah, got something to do first. I'll see you in class." I reply, giving her one last kiss before she leaves, her necklace on full display.
I've imbued the necklace with my light, took me a while to get the hang of it but as long as she wears it, she can avoid the hunger that drove Cloak to insanity. I'd noticed her getting jittery, but she mistook it for simply wanting to touch me.
So, being the good boyfriend I am, I decided to take care of the problem before it could actually become a problem.
I'm such a wonderful boyfriend.
"I realise that our agreement allows you a certain degree of control over me... but I'm not sure I appreciate being summoned like this." Ororo says as she enters my room, giving me a somewhat disapproving look as I smile at her.
"And yet you came anyway, not in uniform, Miss Monroe?" I ask, seeing her professor outfit instead of the slutty maid outfit she normally wears.
"I have it in my bag, but there are a lot of people around at the moment, and I didn't want to make it that obvious what was happening." Ororo admits as she puts her bag down. "There are already rumours, of course, a female professor repeatedly visiting the room of a known playboy student has that effect." she admits as she undoes her shirt, stripping down as I watch.
As she finishes stripping down to her underwear, a simple white cotton pair, I stop her as she goes to pull the French maid outfit on.
"Lose the underwear as well." I order, making her pause before she rolls her eyes, unclipping her boring bra and letting it join the rest of her outfit on the floor, a beautiful pair of chocolate breasts bouncing free, each topped with a dark brown nipple.
Without pause, she pulls her panties down and steps out of them, placing a hand on her side as she stares at me challengingly, the tiny tuft of white hair above her dark slit.
"I do not have the... issues with privacy that is so common amongst girls in this country, I don't want to be seen wearing something so clearly fetishised by my students but being naked is nothing to be ashamed of." Ororo says simply as she stands before me nude.
"Then you won't have any problems doing your duties without your uniform, will you?" I ask casually, making her lips twitch into a light smirk.
"Of course not, I'd even prefer it, the maid uniform is more degrading than being completely exposed after all." Ororo admits easily.
"Then get to work." I order calmly, sitting down on my desk chair, turning it so I can watch the naked beauty as she works, setting about cleaning up the mess that comes from having three people practically live in a small bedroom.
Kitty and Rogue are basically always here, with Jean, Ellie and Yukio coming and going. As it turns out, I'm the neatest of all of us. I thought Jean and Kitty would be neat... but they leave clothes all over the place.
Casting Arouse on her, I smirk as I undo my belt and slowly pull out my shaft and start stroking it, watching as her nipples start to harden as she notices my jerking off to her naked body, a small trail of arousal starting to leak down her leg.
The fun fact about Arouse is that you can... train people to become aroused at specific things if they don't realise you are using magic on them. Their body learns to get aroused at the 'trigger', and then their mind follows. Basically, I can force a fetish on someone with a little effort.
- Ororo -
Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see him slowly stroking his shaft as his eyes roamed over her naked body, and while she was telling the truth about not seeing nudity as particularly noteworthy, that didn't extend to having a handsome teenager pleasure himself to the sight of her. Nudity was simply a part of life for her, seeing someone naked or being seen naked meant nothing to her... and yet...
Her traitorous body betrayed her secret enjoyment to the lustful gaze, her nipples becoming almost painfully hard as Kuro removed his shirt and undid his trousers, the thick shaft in his hand as he gently stroked it, her inner thighs becoming damp with arousal.
The smirk on his face showed that he had noticed her own enjoyment, and as she focused on her 'duties' of cleaning up after a bunch of teenagers, she couldn't help her eyes from flickering back to him.
Moving towards the bed, she set to replacing the sheets, his current ones smelling of last nights actions, his entire room generally had a hint of sex to it, even with his windows open, and as she pulled the sheet off, she couldn't stop herself from sticking her ass out towards him, swaying it slightly for his enjoyment.
Kuro was, as Xavier was always so eager to remind the professors, the future of Mutant Kind. It was made clear that he should get special treatment, but somehow this probably wasn't what he meant.
Xavier almost certainly knew about her deal with him, but the school had a... mind your own business policy.
With so many mutants, each with their own power, it was inevitable that people's secrets would come out, either through inexperienced telepaths, people who could see through solid objects, people with super-senses, it was hard to hide anything here, so it was expected that if you learnt anything through your powers, you would keep it to yourself.
Focusing on placing the new sheets down, she jumped when she suddenly felt a soft hand on her backside, not looking back as she kept working, even as the hand slowly started to move, roaming her curvy ass, squeezing and groping on occasion.
It didn't take her long to finish setting the bed, but as his hand moved lower, sliding between her legs as he dragged his finger along her hungry slit, she couldn't bring herself to stand up and continue her 'duties', instead simply remaining in place, even as a long finger pushed inside her, a jolt of pleasure running through her body... her own fingers didn't feel so good, and nor did her toys.
He was clearly experienced... and as he slowly started to pump his finger into her quim, she didn't bother trying to hide her enjoyment of her molestation, moaning out loud as she stuck her ass out, her face and breasts pressing into the fresh sheets.
"Such a slutty maid, teasing your master like that." Kuro said teasingly, his free hand giving her bountiful ass a spank.
In her youth, she was believed to be a Goddess, and she was treated like one, worshipped for her power and her beauty... what would her former followers think of her now? Sticking her ass out for her 'master', moaning like a cheap harlot as he fingered her drooling cunt...
She should have put a stop to this much sooner, but Kuro kept pushing the boundaries of their relationship and she simply never stopped him, and as his hand pulled back, his finger leaving her and something... thicker pressing against her slit, she simply kept her face down, unwilling to look at the smirk she knew was on his face as he prepared to fuck her.
She was about to get fucked by her student, the one she treated as a master and obediently served...
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Kuro asked, gripping her long white hair and yanking it back, pulling her face from the quilt. "You act all proper in class, and then come to my room acting like this? Stripping down in front of a teenager you've already pointed out is a playboy... you were just asking to get fucked." Kuro said mockingly as he rubbed the tip of his dick along her pussy lips.
She could point out that he basically blackmailed her into acting as his maid, that she'd taken her underwear off because he told her too... but would it even help? She was the teacher here, he was the student... and even still she obediently did whatever he told her to.
"Since I'm such a wonderful master, I'll give you a choice. Ask politely, and I'll stop, you can use those pouty lips to get me off instead, or you can just stay quiet and then I'll fuck you like the slutty maid you are." Kuro offered easily, pushing the head of his dick into her needy slit, pausing with just the first inch inside her. "Well? Do you want to keep pretending that you don't want this? To keep playing the professional teacher? Or do you want to go to class in an hour with my cum still inside you? We both know there are a few students at least who will know that you had just gotten fucked, do you think you can pretend to be the stern teacher when your students know you got used like the horny bitch you are right before class?"
Without answering, she pushed her hips back slightly, taking the next inch of his shaft into her cunt without a word of protest at his mocking tone.
"That's what I thought... Good girl." Kuro said, stroking her ass lightly before he gripped her hips and slammed forwards.
As he bottomed out inside her, her only reaction was to let out a loud moan of pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets she just laid out.
A part of her was irritated that her arousal was staining the sheets she just laid out, the larger part of her didn't care as he started to move, pumping into her with a grunt of pleasure.
"I should have bent you over that first night, it's not like you would have put up a fight. Clearly, you needed this more than I do." Kuro laughed over her moans.
She should defend herself, but she couldn't bring herself to care even as he mocked her, spanking her ass making it jiggle as he did, instead she simply tightened down on him and let out an almost wail-like sound, cumming as he just kept fucking her.
That was how it continued, even as the next period approached, her class that she was supposed to be preparing for... she simply stayed bent over, moaning like a whore as Kuro mocked her, spanking her ass for his own amusement.
She could see the clock on his wall, knew time was running out... she was a teacher, she had responsibilities... instead she was letting her favourite student fuck her and couldn't bring herself to stop him.
If this kept up.. her class would be sitting around wondering where she was, waiting for her as she let Kuro have his way with her.
A knock finally dragged her out of her almost trance like state, the door opening by itself revealing Miss Qadir, her eyes widening as she took in the side profile of her teacher getting used by her classmate.
"O-oh! Sorry! Y-your door wasn't closed properly, it opened when I knocked." Sooraya said quickly, looking anywhere but at them. "K-Kuro, Professor Xavier wants you, you as well Professor Monroe." she bit out quickly, her dusky cheeks burning with embarrassment even as Kuro kept rutting into her.
"Oh yeah? Guess I better finish up then..." Kuro said, slamming forwards one last time as he let out a satisfied sigh, her eyes widening as she felt his seed flood into her. "Thanks, Ororo... I needed that." he said simply as he pulled out of her pussy, giving her a pat on the ass as he backed away.
Looking over at Sooraya, she felt a burst of shame at the look in the younger girls eyes, before she saw the repressed girls eyes flicker to the completely exposed cock hanging free, widening in shock.
As Kuro magically dressed himself, she stood up and grabbed her teacher uniform, even as his seed leaked from her.
"Leave the underwear." Kuro ordered as she went to grab her panties, giving her a stern, yet mocking look.
Looking between him and Sooraya, she made her decision no matter the shameful feeling she had flooding her, and pulled her skirt and shirt on, leaving her bra and panties on the floor, making Sooraya gasp lightly at her obedience.
"Good girl." Kuro said simply, running his hand through her hair before he kissed her roughly, leaving her lips bruised before he broke it.
He just... marked her, so everyone who saw her would know.
"Now then, shall we go and see what the Headmaster wants?" Kuro said easily, smiling mysteriously.
- Kuro -
Sensing emotions is useful... it can even give me a heads up over what is about to happen as I sense the feelings from the man in Xavier's office.
Heading there, Ororo is quiet, shame and reluctant enjoyment on her face as we head there, my cum already leaking down her leg.
We get there quickly, entering Xavier's office as I look around, keeping my face carefully blank as I take in Xavier's guests.
The four dark-skinned people standing over to the side of the room staring at me with a variety of emotions, the youngest girl looks at me in curiosity, her eyes flickering between Ororo and me in what almost seems like knowing amusement. Despite her situation, she seems to care the least about this whole thing.
A bald woman with a spear all but sneers at me, the regal woman next to her giving her a warning look as she looks back at me, dislike and curiosity in equal measure on her face.
The only male of the group all but snarls at me, anger on his face before a look of realisation strikes him, Ororo's state finally registering as he recognises her, his anger skyrocketing. It's made all the more entertaining by Ororo's own lack of recognition.
Sorry, T'Challa... but Ororo is mine.
- Bonus Scene – Checking In -
As King of Nova Roma, it pays to make sure they don't forget about me just because I'm not usually around. I've already found and possessed the S.H.I.E.L.D. spy to make sure they only report on what I want them to.
I'm pretty much Valkorion from the Old Republic era, sure I'm King of Nova Roma, but I happen to not be in the kingdom... most of the time.
So it helps to pop in every now and then to just make sure I keep them in line.
My spirits possessing anyone who could actually act against me helps, but sometimes you need to do things in person, so to speak.
Naturally, the first thing I did upon returning was fucking Queen Consort Ilithyia, my beloved mother-in-law into a pleasure coma. It helps keep her in line, and with her Vampiric Thrall status, she could actually handle me going all out with her stronger body.
"Your majesty." Domitia says with a bow as she enters my room, Sura and Sibyl having helped the unconscious queen out of my room.
"Domitia." I greet, catching the anger and borderline hatred coming from her as she bows to me in nothing but an incredibly silky dressing gown, her large breasts barely contained in it... something she wore on Tertulla's orders, the cult leader making sure to keep everything running in my stead.
Between her, Lucretia and Ilithyia, my vampiric thralls, they have done a good job of dealing with any problems that would have otherwise needed my attention, and I've given them all some of my blood as a reward.
"I had to leave before we could really speak after you agreed to be my consort, how have you been?" I ask calmly, unconcerned about her anger. I did execute her treasonous husband after all, and she only agreed to save her son.
"I have been well, your majesty." Domitia says after a moment. "Life is comfortable here, as the King's consort your slaves have seen to my needs well, and your bodyguard slave has kept me safe from any would-be attackers." she admits.
"And your son? How is he?" I ask, watching her sigh.
"Still grieving and angry, but my family have kept him in the estate as you ordered, I go to see him occasionally, but he sees me becoming your consort as a betrayal of his father... he will understand in time." Domitia admits, opening up after a slight mental nudge from me.
"Ungrateful, but I can understand his despair I suppose... but we both know I didn't call you here to talk about your family. You've enjoyed the benefits of being a royal consort... and it is time to do your duties." I say calmly, parting my robe to reveal my throbbing erection as she closes her eyes for just a moment, bracing herself as she shrugs her dressing gown off her body.
She's... fairly plain to be honest, the Roman equivalent of a plain, middle-aged housewife, a noblewoman who has been married since she was barely a teen and has no reason to make herself look beautiful with the regular beauty treatments Lucretia and Ilithyia like... not that they need them any more with the minor vampiric beauty that thralls get. Her long braided brown hair is probably the only part she truly pays attention to, well that and the neatly trimmed small brown bush of pubic hair... but the part that stands out the most... is her breasts.
I'm used to girls with massive breasts, but on comic book characters it is practically expected... Domitia is a normal woman, she doesn't have the comic book beauty of so many other girls, and as such the easily e-cup breasts stand out far more on her otherwise normal body.
It... reminds me of someone else, someone from before all this? Before DxD? I don't remember, but I get flashes off what happened before I became the Gamer. Before the Game deleted my memories...
I keep getting flashes of a woman with a somewhat plain face, but a massive pair of tits and a curvy ass. Nothing I can piece together, yet.
That's me, Master! I'm trying to recover your past, but my predecessor did some serious damage up here!
...Wonderful, of course it did. Thanks, Isis. I do want to at least remember what I was before I died. The first time at least.
"Come here." I order, watching her breasts sway as she moves. "I take it I won't have any problems with you, will I?" I ask with a small smirk as she stops in front of me.
"I... will do as you ask, I won't be happy, and I can't bring myself to be an enthusiastic lover so soon after my husbands... death, but I understand my place. Do as you wish with me." Domitia agrees, making me smile slightly.
Her enthusiasm is irrelevant, I just need her close enough to start working on her anger. I don't care if she likes me, but having a consort who hates me is a problem...
"Kneel." I order, watching her hesitate before she falls to her knees. "I've wanted those fat tits wrapped around my shaft since I first saw you, I take it you don't need any guidance?" I ask with a smirk as she grips her breasts, moving her chest forwards to engulf my thick shaft pulsing with need.
Her face is carefully blank as she starts to move, bouncing her chest and spitting down into her cleavage to lubricate it, the tip of my cock popping out of her expansive cleavage.
She stares at my stomach, neither looking down at my dick nor up at my face as she pleasures me with her breasts, but I don't need to see her face to be able to start working on her.
I made Ilithyia, a queen obsessed with her image, into a slutty submissive exhibitionist who got off being watched by her subjects with just a few sessions, I can handle her lack of enthusiasm easily.
Her husband was old, and with his age came impotence, it has been years since she's had a hard dick in front of her, even more since she's been properly satisfied, relying on her toys instead, and even when her husband could fuck her, he was practically worshipful. He adored her, and would never let her degrade herself for his pleasure, which explains her uneasy bouncing.
Her tits are her best feature, but she isn't used to using them, nor is she used to being on her knees before a man. Which is why when I slowly start to inflame her lust, mentally forcing her to enjoy the feeling of being on her knees before her king.
Slowly, her nipples start to harden as her movements become more fluid, and while she refuses to look up at me, she does eventually look down, before she leans down and hesitantly laps at the bulbous tip of the cock as it peeks from her tits.
Eromancy makes my pre-cum taste sweet as her tongue laps some of it up, but not unnaturally so, she can't realise it's magic making it nice, or she could catch on to the slow mental programming I am putting her through.
Stroking her hair, I focus on increasing the feeling that she belonged there, on her, knees pleasuring me. It was her place, not scheming or playing politics, but serving her king the only way she could, with her body. It's a slow thing, and I deliberately delay my climax just to give myself more time to reinforce that she belongs on her knees.
She owes me, her son and her would be dead from her son's idiocy if I hadn't taken her as a consort as payment, she has to keep me happy to keep her family safe. It could be worse. Her husband would understand.
As I implant these thoughts, I let myself cum with a groan, her eyes widening as her face is painted by the thick load of sticky white, magically enhanced, seed, some slipping into her open mouth, making her swallow reflexively.
"W-will that be all, your majesty?" Domitia asks as she stays on her knees, my cum dripping from her face onto her large pale breasts.
Grabbing her without a word, I toss her onto the bed, face first against the sheets as I mount her, slamming into her wet cunt without a word of warning.
Her husband would never use her like this, and that means that I can make her 'find a new fetish' as I slam into her over and over again, abusing her surprisingly tight slit.
I'll have her trained before I leave Nova Roma. She doesn't have to like me, but she will learn to love being under me.