The next morning, I woke up in the luxurious comfort of the Xavier mansion, flanked by two remarkable women—Tony Stark's mother, Maria, and Charles Xavier's mother, Sharon. You might be wondering how I found myself in such a situation. Let me take you back to the previous night.
After helping Sharon Xavier calm down from the evening's events and waiting for the last of the guests to depart, she took Charles to bed while I put my plan into action. I discreetly brought Maria Stark over from my world and laid out everything I knew about her future. I explained the dangers she would face and how aligning with me could keep her safe. The weight of it all was heavy, but she eventually agreed. Just as we finished discussing, Sharon re-entered the room.
With a gentle smile, she suggested we unwind with some wine. As the evening went on and the alcohol loosened our reservations, the conversation took an intimate turn. Sharon, vulnerable from everything she'd been through, began to unburden herself, letting emotions bubble to the surface. The air grew thick with unspoken desires, and it wasn't long before the tension between us spilled over.
It started with a slow, deliberate kiss. Our eyes locked, silently communicating the unrestrained passion that had been building. I moved my hands down Sharon's body, taking my time as I revealed her curves from beneath her sleek black dress. My lips trailed down her neck, lingering on her soft skin before finding their way to her breasts. She responded by pulling me closer, her hands eagerly helping to remove my clothes.
I gripped her hip firmly with one hand, guiding her against me as I used my other hand to slip off her bra, freeing her fully to me. The room was charged, and we were lost in our own world until Maria playfully interrupted with a smirk, "I hope you haven't forgotten about me." She leaned in and kissed Sharon with a hungry passion before she began to undress herself.
The moment was electric, and after a bit more playful teasing, Sharon proposed we take things upstairs. I gathered the discarded clothes scattered across the floor before sweeping both women into my arms and carrying them to Sharon's bedroom. The night was only just beginning.
Already settled in the room, I gently placed both women on the bed, using my Psychic pods to close the door behind us. The night continued with unrestrained passion until exhaustion finally claimed us. Now, here I am, lying between two incredible women, their bodies still warm and filled with my seed. SharonX, as I would call her now, is impregnated with a daughter. Knowing the future implications, I mentally reached out to "Peggy," instructing her to dispatch a couple of agents to ensure SharonX's protection. As the communication concluded, I felt both women begin to stir awake beside me.
"Good morning to you both," I greeted with a smirk.
"Good morning," they replied almost in unison, still drained from the night's indulgence.
"What are your plans for today?" they asked, curiosity tinged with exhaustion.
"Well, first of all, I'm going to make both of you immortal. After that, I'll be heading off to another world for a few years. When I return, interesting events will unfold. But don't worry, you'll both be protected by highly trained agents while I'm gone."
"It's okay, we'll wait," Maria responded warmly. "We'll take good care of our daughters until you come back."
"I hope so," I said with a reassuring smile. "And remember, you won't age a day while I'm gone."
With that, I leaned in to give them a final kiss before heading out. I walked to the balcony, letting the morning breeze wash over me. Then, channeling the lightning, I launched myself in the direction of Africa, driven by the knowledge of a certain young girl with white hair who could command storms based on her emotions.
After some time, I found her—Ororo, the future Storm—stealing food from local merchants. I almost forgot she had been an orphan; seeing her in such a vulnerable state made things easier for me. I waited until she reached a secluded area before appearing in front of her. She recoiled, fear evident in her wide eyes, and tried to run, but I held her in place with a mere thought.
"Please don't hurt me! I was just hungry; I won't do it again!" pleaded the small, frightened Ororo. It was clear she hadn't yet grown into the confident leader Charles Xavier would one day recruit.
Ryan: "I didn't come to hurt you, Ororo. I'm here to offer you something better. I want to adopt you and teach you how to control your powers. You're special—a mutant blessed by the earth goddess Gaea, who gave you the ability to influence the weather. But right now, you only have access to a fraction of that power. Come with me, and I'll show you how to master it. You'll have a home, a family, and safety like you've never known. What do you say?"
Ororo's expression shifted from fear to cautious curiosity. "You're saying I'll be safe and have a family with you… but why? Why would you help me?"
"Because you're special, Ororo. I help people like you—people who need guidance and protection. I run an organization that seeks out and rescues people like us. You'll have a home, a family, and I'll make sure you're safe. But I also want to train you so you won't have to rely on others to protect you. One day, you'll be able to help more people like yourself. I promise that no matter what happens, I'll keep you alive and well. What do you think?"
"I'll come with you," she finally agrees, her tone tinged with both hope and uncertainty. "What should I call you, by the way? My name is Ororo Iqadi Munroe."
"Call me Ryan," I reply with a warm smile. "It's nice to meet you, Ororo. Since you've decided to come with me, take my hand, and I'll bring us to our new home."
With only a moment's hesitation, she places her small hand in mine, and with a flicker of energy, we're transported to my world. We arrive at the mansion, where I'm immediately greeted by the sight of Katsuko and several of the girls, all cleaning the place in nothing but aprons. Even the women from the sports clubs in the first world I visited are involved, moving around with disciplined precision. It's obvious Isa has them cleaning as part of their training routine, even though she could easily do it herself.
Ororo's eyes widen in shock, and she mutters under her breath, "Pervert..." as she takes in the sight of the nearly-naked women. Her comment sends a ripple of embarrassment through me, and I clear my throat to regain my composure.
"Katsuko," I call out, motioning her over. "This is Ororo, my adopted daughter. I need you to take care of her and help her train with her powers. Make sure the others assist her as well."
The women gather around, greeting Ororo with respectful bows and warm smiles. Ororo, still processing everything, blushes under their attention. Once the introductions are done, I let her go and mingle with the other girls—some of whom were born years ago in this world and others who've come from the first world I visited. She quickly finds herself drawn into their games, the tension in her shoulders slowly easing.
With Ororo settled and safe, I prepare for my next destination—the world of Naruto. This time, I will be reborn as the son of Kushina Uzumaki, and I'll have a twin sister named Naruko. I'll be fully conscious during the Kyubi attack, and with my Royal Uzumaki bloodline awakened, it'll be easy to control the entire Kyubi, not just the Yang half. Of course, I'll give the Yin half to Naruko.
With everything planned and ready, I focus on the transition, feeling the familiar pull as I prepare to enter the world of the shinobi—where the elemental nations await.
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