A/N: Just a reminder, reference art for all of the female characters mentioned in these chapters can be found over on the QQ (QuestionableQuesting) thread of this same story!
So if you want to know which characters are ripoffs of who, go there. (you will need an account)
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With his hand on the back of her computer chair, Adam slowly turns her to face him. The movement causes the young woman behind the All Seeing Eye moniker to break her silence, though admittedly, it's not to say much of consequences.
"… H-How… how…"
Even if he hadn't done his research and knew that the red head hadn't had direct human contact in at least the past five years, he would immediately know that this was a girl with absolutely zero social skills. It was honestly bullshit that she LOOKED so well put together in spite of her complete shut-in lifestyle.
Still, taking pity on her, Adam overrides her stuttering, stammering attempts and asks the question for her.
"How did I find you?"
Mouth clicking shut, the bespectacled young woman blushes darkly and slowly nods, visibly shaken by his presence… but also immensely turned on, judging by the way her eyes kept trailing down over his pecs, her mouth watering at his mere existence in such close proximity to her. The metal band around her upper bicep is currently disabling her powers, Adam is well aware of that, and even though she's had the power nullifying technology for months now, she's only just now having a face to face meeting with someone after so long holed up all by her lonesome.
"The answer, my dear Kara Wilborne, is quite simple. You're simply not as smart as you think you are."
Kara pales at having her full name thrown in her face, blanching momentarily… only to then grow a little incensed at his next words. But Adam preempts an outburst by grinning at her roguishly in a way he knows makes her pussy clench up. With his enhanced senses, he can HEAR it tightening.
"Don't get me wrong, my dear. You're very smart. But your powers are a crutch that you've been relying upon for far too long. Correct me if I'm wrong, but you've got a combination of super intuition and deduction alongside a rapid-pace processing engine in that noggin of yours, yes?"
"… Y-Yes."
She mutters it mulishly, clearly a little put out that he'd found HER out so thoroughly. But really, she shouldn't feel bad or anything. She was outclassed from the moment that she sent Star Child his direction. Adam smiles as he tells her as much.
"You shouldn't feel bad Kara, truly. The moment that I copied Star Child's physiology, my mind expanded, becoming more… elastic. I was already hyper-intelligent before, bordering on a superpower of my own, though we both know it wasn't… not truly. Still, my genius combined with Star Child and Roadrunner's powers… in the end, that was all I needed to find you. The others were all just icing on the cake. Delicious icing perhaps but icing nonetheless."
Kara's dependence on her powers is made all the clearer when the bespectacled red head wrinkles her nose cutely, scrunching her brow in consternation and confusion. Adam just smirks, practically able to read her mind at this point.
"You really can't see it? Roadrunner acts the fool, but her power allows her to process things much faster than any normal human. She has to be able to comprehend what's going on around her when she engages her super speed after all, or she'd have likely gone splat against some wall on her very first run. Meanwhile, Star Child's brain meats are nothing to scoff at either. She's got the inhuman mind necessary to be a cutthroat businesswoman, and it shows in her company's success."
Shrugging, Adam brings his hands together in front of him.
"Put those two things together and… you get me. Although even before I finished developing the gene therapy that gave me my powers, I noticed your backdoor into my systems, Kara. I watched from my residence as you had my laboratory produce your little accessory for you."
For emphasis, Adam reaches over and taps on the metal band around All Seeing Eye's bicep, the red head flinching at the 'ping' as she glances over at it, biting her lower lip.
"I just didn't do anything at first, because there was nothing to do. We were allies after all… still are, in my mind. Sure, I found you. Sure, I tracked you down to your little fortified bunker in the Canadian Wilderness. You have a nice set-up here, Eye… but I do have to wonder why you're still here, even after all this time. It's been months since I developed power nullification and you thought you snuck your little toy out from under my nose. You've clearly been using it… but I'm the first person you've laid eyes on in the flesh all the same?"
Flushing, Kara averts her gaze, the young woman wiggling in her seat. It's both easy and hard to see her as the all-knowing and almighty All Seeing Eye, truth be told. She's beautiful, but in that girl-next-door sort of way. She's more cute then gorgeous, more adorable than sexy. Although, cute and adorable certainly have a sexiness all their own to them.
"I… I still have my uses. The rest of The Team… they still n-need my powers. It just didn't make sense to go back to civilization, not when I can only afford to wear the armband whenever I'm off the clock, s-so to speak."
Glancing over at the monitor where Kara was watching him fuck Oceania silly through her hidden camera, Adam cocks an eyebrow slightly. Blushing even harder, the red head nevertheless doesn't offer anything more in way of explanation. Humming consideringly, he slowly nods.
"I guess it's been hard for you, hasn't it? Your powers… are they really so powerful that they ruin direct human contact entirely for you?"
"Yes."
Her response takes Adam aback just a bit. The sheer vitriol in her hissed one word answer causes him to raise his other eyebrow. But Kara isn't done, gritting her teeth and clenching her hands into fists.
"I-It's everything, all the time! And I have NEVER been able to turn it off. I know everything about everyone. I know their deepest, darkest secrets. More than that, I know the things they don't know about themselves. I know that they missed a spot when they last took a shower, I can see the blood clots forming in them from too much fatty foods. To say nothing of shit like when they last jacked off was, or their kinky fetishes."
Kara takes a deep breath, and for a moment Adam thinks she's done… but she's not.
"And I can't even enjoy it! I'm pretty sure I'm NOT a voyeur, y-you know! I just… it's like other people have been hell for me for so long. Their fetishes might be fine on the surface, but then I get all of the details about how this person's biology interacts with that person's biology, how the particulates of this bodily fluid are currently on their tongue and across their cheeks, despite them being entirely clean! And suddenly, thanks to YOUR technology… that all goes away."
Shooting him a downright grateful look, Kara bites her lower lip before continuing on even further.
"For a long time, I had to settle for interacting with the world through my computer, because then at least my power's… side effects were muted. But finally, thanks to you, I can experience people properly, how they were meant to be experienced. Porn is… amazing. But even better has been watching you with all of the others. You g-gave each and every one of them exactly what they needed. And though some might not thank you for it, they all loved every last bit of it. They all want more. It's… amazing."
Cocking his head to the side, Adam hums.
"That's what you brought me in for, isn't it? As a sort of… outside contractor?"
Bobbing her head up and down in casual agreement, Kara jolts to a stop and then shakes it, a broad smile spreading across her face as she looks at him.
"Yes… at first! But you quickly became so much more than that. Obviously, I knew about your research. When I sent Star Child in your direction, I'll admit, I thought you would manage to unlock the secret to shutting off powers at most. The gene therapy you were working on seemed like a pipe dream at most, even to me. My power even tried to tell me that you would stop at nothing to achieve your goals… but I took that to mean I should just start planning for you to break at some point, instead of bend."
Kara helplessly shrugs, the bespectacled red head licking her lips.
"Obviously, you've exceeded all of my expectations. Fuck, you're in my fucking house right now. You've solved all of The Team's problems and left us all completely beholden to you. So, I guess, more than anything… I wonder what's next. What do you want to do now?"
Raising his brow again, Adam chuckles.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that, my dear?"
At her perplexed look, Adam glances around the room, and then down at her disheveled and altogether exposed appearance.
"I interrupted you in the middle of something, did I not? But now that I'm here, you don't have to have fun alone. The thing is… I actually HAD pegged you for a voyeur. Once I knew you were watching all of your teammates closely enough to not only have dossiers on all of their… lewd activities, but also to be able to contact me the moment Madame Night made a move towards summoning a demon lord, well, I thought that your fetish was obvious. Now though… now, looking at you, I agree with your assessment. You're not a voyeur, or at least, not just a voyeur. Voyeurism is simply all you've done so far, the far end of the big wide ocean that you've dipped your toe in."
Kara is nodding along in agreement with him, so Adam finishes up his statement with a perplexed shrug of his own.
"But at the same time, I can't pinpoint what your deal is, Kara. And if I don't know what your needs are, how am I going to make sure they're met?"
Freezing in the middle of nodding, Kara goes bright red at the insinuation, making Adam grin. It's obvious she wants him, and even more obvious she wants him to take her right here, right now. But he's kind of got into the habit of these superheroines needing it done in a special sort of way. Maybe outright asking Kara what she wants, or needs is a bit like cheating, pulling back the curtain so to speak, but she's the one who told him everything else about everyone else. So why not get this last bit of information from her as well?
But Kara just shakes her head, a rueful smile on her face.
"So even the super genius Dr. Anderson can't truly figure me out, huh? I'm not surprised that your intellect is failing you here… because the great big truth is that I have no idea. Before your technology came along, I was nonconsensually asexual. Since then, it's as you said… all I've done is watch. And fuck has it been hot watching you run roughshod over The Team one by one. Watching them submit to you, watching them get dommed by you… fuck, it's been glorious. But I do want more. I want more… f-from you."
Leaning back in her computer chair, All Seeing Eye makes a show of splaying her folded legs for him, her feet up on the edge of her seat as she uses her fingers to spread her pussy lips nice and wide, revealing her gushing wet slit in all of its naked glory.
"You've given so much to all of my friends… why don't you do whatever you want to lil ole me as compensation? I'm yours, Adam Anderson… a blank slate for you to slake your lusts on. At this point… anything you did to me, I'd probably love. Anything you made me do, I'd love even more. I want-mmph!"
Unable to hold back a second longer, Adam surges forward and cuts Kara off with a deep kiss. Forget what he said earlier, he'd never seen anything sexier then that moment with her offering herself up to him and begging him to TEACH her what she should love about sex. Fuck, he'd never had such an opportunity before… he was honestly afraid he was going to squander it.
But no, he realizes after a moment of just making out with the bespectacled young woman. There really wasn't a way for him to squander this, now was there? Kara had said it herself; she was going to enjoy anything he did to her and anything he made her do. Still, he's spoiled for choice… so why is it that all he wants to do is take her to bed and make sweet love to this young thing?
Gently lifting her out of the computer chair, Adam carries Kara over to the bed on the far side of the room, a disheveled looking thing that looks both TOO slept-in and not slept-in enough at the exact same time, as weird as that might sound. Laying her down upon it, Adam strips Kara of her tank top, the last piece of clothing she's wearing. He himself is soon divested of his own garments in less than a millisecond, and he enjoys the way Kara drinks in his appearance, before ultimately fixating on his big fat cock.
"F-Fuck it's so much larger in person. Pretty s-sure that you got bigger after you started copying powers you know. Been… b-been watching enough to be an expert on the s-subject."
Smirking, Adam shrugs.
"Probably. I, on the other hand, haven't really been keeping track. My bait and tackle are as good as they've always been, for everything from great white sharks to little minnows like you."
Blushing profusely but smiling cheekily, Kara's green eyes twinkle as she looks up at him.
"Y-Yeah? Gonna fuck this little minnow now s-sir? Gonna mess me up? Gonna r-ruin me for other me-mmph!"
Climbing atop her, Adam silences her with another slow, long, drawn-out kiss. Her eyes go wide in surprise yet again as he does it, like she's really not expecting him to be so lovely. She even starts to squirm as if embarrassed when he places his hands in hers, lacing his fingers through her own as he puts her hands up above her head.
When he comes up to give Kara a chance to breathe, the red head looks dazed and befuddled, but still manages to give him another cheeky grin.
"H-Handholding? Really? What's next, lights off and under the covers?"
Adam chuckles at that, shaking his head even as he teases his OTHER head at her sopping wet entrance down below.
"You jest… but don't tempt me sweetheart. I've come to a simple conclusion, you see. We have all the time in the world to explore your fetishes, all the time in the world to guide you through your sexual awakening. Right now, though… this is your first time, isn't it?"
Averting her gaze, shy all of the sudden, Kara just nods.
"Then we'll take it slow. And you'll enjoy every last moment of it."
The sincerity in his voice must be shining through loud and clear, because the wide-eyed look Kara gives him is an amusing mixture of astonished and baffled.
"… Y-You really are going to ruin me for other men."
Adam laughs, and then slowly begins easing himself into her virgin slit. A low moan leaves Kara's lips as, even with it being her first time, she doesn't feel any pain. He finds her hymen fast enough and pushes on through it, but she's already too wet and too aroused to really experience anything more than mild discomfort at the loss of her virginity.
For his part, Adam takes his time. It makes for a good change of pace. He'd plowed his way through the rest of The Team in no time flat, fucking each and every one of them in hard, fast, and positively ruthless fashions. It was what they'd, all of them, wanted and needed… but with Kara, Adam wanted to take his time exploring her body. He wanted to take his time exploring this… blank slate she was offering herself up as.
And explore he does. Even as his cock glides in and out of her, slowly at first but eventually finding a happy middle of the road pace that has her tits jiggling and her mouth moaning but doesn't leave them in danger of breaking the bed, Adam is working over her body. His hands and mouth slide up and down Kara's form, his lips on her nipples and his fingers dancing across her flesh in a way he KNOWS is causing a multitude of goosebumps.
Kara, in turn, gasps and moans and pants needily beneath him, whenever she's not crying out from another explosive orgasm. The red head's back arches upwards the more he sucks at her breasts, as if she's offering up her body to him… and indeed, she is and has done exactly that.
Adam takes what's offered, because of course he does. He's become that sort of man, or perhaps he was always that sort of man and with the power at his fingertips now, he can finally give in to his own impulses. He slakes his lusts upon Kara's nubile body, and eventually spills his seed inside of her. But not before making sure she's experienced the heights of ecstasy first. Not before coaxing out innumerable orgasms from her.
When all is said and done, the two of them lay there together on her bed, him on his back and her half on his chest. As she rests her head against his chiseled muscles, one of her fingers slowly circles around one of his pectorals.
"That was… amazing."
Chuckling, Adam looks down into her gorgeous green eyes.
"It was good for me as well."
Flushed from the exertion, Kara looks up at him, licking her lips for a moment.
"I wonder… after all this time, do you still think that it's confined to just The Team?"
Adam furrows his brow, partially understanding what she's saying, but not fully. Or perhaps it's simply that he doesn't want to acknowledge the truth in her tone.
"What do you mean?"
Giving him an altogether knowing look, the superheroine All Seeing Eye lets out a sigh.
"This isn't over, Adam. Not by a long shot. The Team was just the beginning. As far as I can tell, almost every superheroine is the same exact way. Each and every one of them wants a big, strong man to give them what they most need. Many of them can't get that from the normal, powerless men who populate Earth. Only YOU can visit upon them the defeat they so desperately desire. You're going to have your work cut out for you mister. I hope you're ready."
Adam lets out a chuckle at first, before realizing that she's deathly serious. Then, he blanches a little as the true gravity of what she's said settles on his impressively broad shoulders.
Just the beginning indeed…
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Biting her lower lip, Eva Snow stifles a moan as she palms one of her impressively large tits with one hand and fists herself with the other. Eyes very nearly rolling back in her head, the psychic shudders her way through yet another climax, squirting all over her hand and the bed she's currently contorting in pleasure atop at the moment.
Fuck, she should never have cheated. But… she'd always been a bad girl. A rebel, even. Julia was the good one, the nice girl. She'd always been softer, more submissive, more… obedient. The idea that they needed to limit their psychic potential at any social gathering like the party they'd attended a week ago had been insulting to Eva at first. It had been Julia, beautiful and vivacious Julia, who had talked her around, who had convinced her that they HAD to do this or else they were going to end up ostracized and shunned by society out of some well-placed fear.
And indeed, they were all right to be afraid. Eva hadn't actually worn her circlet at the party last week. She'd worn a replica, one so good that not even Julia had known the truth. How could she? Her wife trusted Eva implicitly… or rather, she trusted that Eva would do what she thought best, implicitly.
For a moment, Eva's mind goes back to their first night together after the wedding. Julia's true nature had blazed forth and for the first time, Eva had realized… her wife was more powerful than her. Her psychic abilities outshone Eva's by a country mile… and worst of all, Julia wanted none of it. She put on such a good act that she'd fooled even herself, using some sort of psychic entanglement to trap her true, wholly submissive personality behind a web of deceit and mental blocks.
Only Eva, in the whole wide world, knew that her life partner had a submission fetish that needed to be satiated. And she'd been sitting on that knowledge for all these years, despite Julia's words that night.
"I will be your equal, Eva. I will be your wife; I will stand alongside you and together we will take the world by storm. But you must promise me in turn that one day… one day I will not be forced to continue living this lie. One day, you will strip away my defenses, lay me bare… and break me. Please, Eva, I beseech you… one day make me into your pet, into your slave."
Needless to say, it was a heavy thing to have heard from her wife the night after they'd exchanged their wedding vows. And indeed, Eva had set aside the memory… until now. Until she'd seen that man's mind and taken a forbidden peek into all he'd been doing. Doctor Adam Anderson was not the simple Head Researcher of Star Industries that he seemed to be.
Oh no, he was so… so much more. And the thought of him copying hers and Julia's powers, of becoming a stronger psychic then both of them because he would be as powerful as both of them COMBINED?! It made Eva so fucking hot and horny she could barely take it. For the first time since marrying her wife, she wanted what Julia wanted.
Now, she just had to see about making it a reality.
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"So, you're taking a gap year, are you?"
Rolling her eyes and popping her gum, the cute barely legal blonde lounges in the chair opposite of her older, much more voluptuous cousin. Stacey Star raises an eyebrow as Angelina Star, who preferred to go by Angie when she wasn't flying around in her superheroine identity of Spectacular Girl, rolls her eyes.
"Sure, let's go with that."
Snorting indelicately, the CEO of Star Industries shakes her head.
"Except, that's not what your parents tell me. Your mother was in tears when she explained how you don't see any point in pursuing higher education now that you've graduated from high school. Apparently, it's been a source of significant… friction at your house."
Scoffing at her, Angie just shrugs.
"Any friction is on their end. They just can't handle the fact that they can't tell me what to do anymore. Not that they ever could. Pops probably wishes he could paddle my perfectly perky backside, but anything he struck me with would break long before I did."
Stacey's eyebrows BOTH go up at that, even as Angie glances off to the side for a moment, scowling.
"I don't really see the point in college, that's all. Like, I'm already a world-famous superheroine. I've got your powers, don't I? We're both kickass badasses that can tear apart any criminal who stands in our way. Sooo… what's the point in getting a degree when I'm just going to spend the rest of my life saving the world instead, right?"
Humming, Stacey looks down at her papers for a moment to collect her thoughts. Truth be told, she doesn't immediately have an answer for her young, bratty cousin. But at the same time, Angie's parents had sent her here so that Stacey could hopefully straighten her out. The problem became, how exactly did she go about doing so?
"… Well, at the very least you and your parents came to this compromise, yes? A year of interning at Star Industries."
Grunting, Angie just shrugs again.
"Sure. 'Interning'. I figure you tell them I'm interning, and I'll just guard the place whenever your busy… oooor, you can send me out to fight bad guys in your steady so you can focus on the business shit. Whatever works for you, cous."
"No. If we're going to do this, we're going to do it properly. You'll be interning under my Head of Research, Dr. Adam Anderson. You'll answer to him from now on, is that understood? He'll be in charge of your work and your discipline, if it becomes necessary."
Angie's face scrunches up in distaste and irritation at first, until Stacey finishes her pitch. Then, the bratty high school graduate's face brightens up in delight.
"Oh yeah? This Dr. Anderson guy is gonna tell me what to do? Heh, I'm sure he and I will get on REAL great, cous. Sounds like FUN."
Stacey very deliberately represses her smirk at Angie's over-confidence. In all fairness, the young superheroine has no reason to believe that a man, any man, can get away with telling her what to do. Not with how strong she is. But something tells Stacey that Angie could benefit from a male authority figure who can actually put her in her place.
Hopefully, her Master enjoys the gift enough to reward her… or is sufficiently annoyed by Angie enough to punish her. Stacey will take either option. She's flexible like that~
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It's a late night at Weekly World's headquarters, a premiere news organization that delivers exciting pieces on the daily all across the planet. Most of the workforce for the media outlet has gone home, leaving one desk at the bullpen still lit up. Randy Rain, Weekly World's best reporter (or so she thought) was hard at work on yet another hard hitting piece about how radicalized meninists were getting more and more militant and unstable… when a sudden ping from her computer led her over to her email inbox.
Blinking at the new email, the raven-haired reporter clicks on it to find that it's a video attachment… and then after a moment, clicks play, though not before muting the video. Still, even without sound, she gapes at what she's witnessing.
The man's face is blurred out, but the rest of him is unmistakable as male. Just as Amazonia is unmistakable as herself. The wrestling match that Randy witnesses is incredibly one-sided… but not in Amazonia's favor. Swallowing thickly, the reporter can only watch as Amazonia is wrestled into submission… and then fucked silly like no one's business. She gets treated like the guy's whore.
Now, Randy and Amazonia have a certain relationship with one another. Namely, Randy always gets Amazonia's good side, leaving the mighty superheroine more predisposed to come to Randy with any good stories. Indeed, the reporter has that sort of relationship with a number of superheroines, writing multiple positive pieces about the women saving the world every year, when she's not writing about other news.
She's never ever written a negative piece about Amazonia before… and she's not about to start now. She's definitely not tempted, not even for a little bit. Honestly… more than anything, she's a little turned on. Ms. Rain has known Amazonia long enough to know what the heroine struggling and straining against immeasurable odds looks like. For the first time in her life, however, Randy is watching Amazonia lose, despite very clearly giving it her all.
It's incredibly hot… honestly, the only thing that would have made it better was if… was if Randy herself was there, perhaps tied up and presented as the p-prize, or something. As a world-renowned reporter, Randy had been kidnapped before. She'd been dangled as bait for many superheroines, Amazonia included. She'd always been rescued without a hair on her head harmed, without fail.
Secretly though, Randy had always wondered what it would be like if… if her would-be rescuers lost. What would happen if they failed to save her? If they couldn't save themselves?
It wasn't lost on Randy that the video showed a man stronger than Amazonia. It should have been impossible, and it definitely bore deeper investigation, not to mention trying to find out who sent her it in the first place. There was nothing besides a simple 'Enjoy~' as the email title.
Blushing deeply, Randy very calmly and very casually downloads the video onto a flash drive. She would take it home for… r-research purposes. Once she was home, she would be able to play it with sound without worrying about anyone hearing what no doubt would be very loud, very raucous sex. All for research purposes… o-of course…
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Joanna couldn't lie to her girlfriend. Fastest woman alive she might be, but she wasn't the sort to run from her problems forever. Things with Dr. Anderson had happened so fast… and Joanna had loved every moment of it. But she was loyal to Emily first and foremost, and the red head would always have her heart.
Which was why she had sat her girlfriend down and confessed the fact that she'd cheated on her. She kept out the part where Adam took away her powers and effectively chased her down through a maze. She also kept out the part where he copied her powers and chased her down halfway across the world. None of that was necessarily important. Even if Joanna could have maybe cried rape on the first time, she wouldn't. Not when she'd loved every last second of it.
And the second time… the second time, she'd been all too willing, once she realized it was Adam in the menacing technological armor all along. He'd ruined her not once, but twice… and as much as Emily had Joanna's love, Adam, his big fat cock, and his speed would always have Joanna's lust.
It wasn't fair to her girlfriend… and so Joanna had confessed, and was now sitting there in silence, squirming slightly as she waited for Emily to finish processing everything she'd just been told. It was hard, because thanks to Joanna's powers, she was so much faster than everyone… no, everything else. Too fast sometimes. But for Emily, she would suppress her impatience and give the other woman the time she needed. It was the least she could do.
"He was… he was really that good? So good you went back for seconds, Joey?"
Blushing profusely, Joanna shrugs a shoulder, unable to meet her girlfriend's eyes. But after a moment, Emily tucks two fingers under her chin and lifts her head, forcing their gazes to meet. To Joanna's surprise, the red head isn't nearly as unhappy as she would have thought. In fact, Emily is actually smiling ever so slightly.
"I suppose it's time I made my own confession, Joey. I've been… f-fantasizing about men more and more, recently. I um… I even started watching straight porn sometimes while you were out saving the world. I was going to… w-well, I was going to suggest that we try out a guy together s-sooner rather than later."
With a helpless shrug, Emily bites her lower lip, blushing herself now in slight embarrassment.
"Do you think… do you think your guy might be interested?"
… This wasn't how Joanna expected this conversation go whatsoever. Not in a million years. But… it was also going better than she'd ever thought possible. A big smile spreads across her face and the speedster lunges forward to hug her girlfriend.
"Best. Girlfriend. Ever! Yes! He'd totally be down; I just know it! We can totally get you as addicted to his pants sausage as I am, and then share him together! It'll be great!"
Letting out a yelp and then a laugh, Emily pats Joanna's back.
"Sure, Joey, sure. Though… on one condition."
Pulling apart, the superheroine blinks and nods.
"A-Anything!"
"… Don't ever call it a pants sausage ever again, for the love of God."
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At the same time that all of these revelations and conversations are taking place, something else is happening. Deep within the bowels of a certain sorceress' tower, on a seemingly random spot in her alchemical laboratory, a puddle of black, sticky ichor can be seen bubbling and throbbing. Indeed, it doesn't at all seem out of place… but it very much is.
And indeed, the spot where the puddle has formed isn't as random as it might look. No, rather, the spot is the exact location where the world's foremost expert on demonology and beyond had sealed a VERY powerful being into a pocket dimension prison many, MANY years before. One might wonder why Madame Night would seal something within her own laboratory. That was a bit of a long story. One might also wonder why it was seemingly beginning to break free now.
That story was a fair bit shorter. See, Madame Night had only managed to seal this entity through a sympathetic magic, using her own blood and a fair bit of the element of surprise. The way she'd sealed the entity would not have worked on any other creature… for no one else could claim to be Madame Night's direct kin.
And indeed, because of the somewhat haphazard method that the sorceress had used to seal this entity, the seal itself was directly tied to her magic. Needless to say, it would only have broken if Madame Night herself had died and her magic had ceased to exist. Or, say… if a certain genius doctor had developed a way to cut off her inner magic, mimicking the effect of her death for a short time.
Not very long, certainly… but long enough for the prison to begin cracking. And now that the cracks had begun showing, it was too late to pull the genie back into the bottle, so to speak.
It was this scene, of the puddle of bubbling ichor in a spot that only SHE knew the significance of, that Madame Night walked in on that evening. Stopping dead in her tracks, the violet-eyed grey-skinned beauty stares blankly for a moment, disbelieving of what she's witnessing until she can deny it no longer. Slowly, her face loses all color, and she blanches in horror as she realizes what had happened and what was now happening. In the end, she has but one honest reaction to give.
"Oh fuck."
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