– Emma Frost (Earth-18119) –
"You just let them escape?" Emma asked angrily, watching the source of her ire and disbelief pause his brutal thrusting, turning an irritated glare her way, which made her blood run cold as she reminded herself of the danger she was in.
It only lasted for a moment before he lost interest in her and turned back to the girl beneath him.
"I didn't let them do shit. I wasn't expecting Parker to pull out some multiverse bullshit, was I?" Kuro scoffed as he started to thrust again, the white-haired girl moaning as he did. Kuro's hand gripped Felicia Hardy's long white hair and yanked her head back painfully, his mammoth-sized member sinking into the cat burglar's abused asshole, making the Black Cat squeal in discomfort.
Kuro leaned in, nibbling on Felicia's ear before he whispered something that made her whimper, genuinely terrified. Her hips started to move, pushing back to meet Kuro's thrusts with fervour.
Kuro chuckled darkly and grabbed Felicia's breasts roughly, squeezing them hard enough to bruise. Despite the brutal treatment, it wasn't long before Felicia was moaning and panting beneath him, her body reacting to her defilement as Emma watched silently.
She could see almost every girl with a connection to Peter Parker arranged around the room in various states of use, blood and semen in equal measure coating their abused bodies. May Parker was bound in a stockade, cum leaking from her heavily abused pussy; Gwen Stacey was on the bed, insentient from the clear misuse she'd been through. Cindy Moon was bound to the wall, noticeably pregnant, as she glared at her abuser, one of the few who had kept her mind. Thick dollops of semen leaked down her leg from her stretched pussy, her body bruised with clear bite marks on her breasts, which were lactating. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and sex, making her head spin slightly as Kuro's damn pheromones started to get into her body. Her body reacted, her pussy dripping and her nipples hardening as her head began to swim, clouded even as she tried to force it back into focus.
"Well? Are you going to go after them? What if they get reinforcements?" Emma asked, watching Kuro scoff without a care. She wouldn't mind some multiversal heroes taking down the asshole himself, but she knew her head would be on the chopping block as well.
"I've got Reed, Stark and the other eggheads working on a barrier to stop any and all dimensional travel, in and out. As for our escapees? I just don't give a damn. Wish I could have pounded that teen pussy first, but I have plenty of younger girls in my collection. I can do without Annie. They aren't worth chasing, not worth the effort it'd take to hunt them down. Now lose the clothes and get over here; you might want to get the lube, I blame you for fucking up and not noticing what Reed had made when you were scouring the bastard's mind, so I'm left with no choice but to discipline you," Kuro scoffed, making her flinch minutely. Reed Richard's plan to wipe his own mind had been very successful, unfortunately.
She hated Kuro. So, so much.
But the simple truth was that she only had herself to blame. When she'd found Kuro, he had simply been a mutant with a powerful ability that she wanted under her control, the power to bring back anyone he killed as a mindless, obedient slave. He'd only discovered it after someone had tried mugging him, and it had gone terribly wrong for them.
Kuro had hated his power, seeing it as sickening, and turned down her invitation to join Hellfire, so she'd made some minor adjustments to his mind to open him up to the possibility of using his power for her gain. She'd lowered the morality that was stopping him from using his power; she'd removed his inhibitions to tempt him into Hellfire with all kinds of debauchery that any teenage boy would long for, and finally, she had made him loyal to Hellfire, to her.
It had worked all too well.
She didn't discover the other part of Kuro's power until it was too late; he grew in power for every slave he had, drawing on their powers to enhance himself. When he slew an enhanced being and raised them, he gained their powers for himself.
With no morality holding him back, he'd slaughtered everyone he could in the pursuit of power, resurrecting them and sending them back to their lives, their families none the wiser. Before long, he had grown so strong she couldn't control him any more; his own mental powers were growing beyond her control; then he'd killed magic users and forced them to teach him their arts after he brought them back, expanding his power even more.
His ambition grew, and they had made him the Black King just to try and stop him from taking the position by force. It wasn't enough; he always wanted more and more. Eventually, he'd snapped, declaring himself the Black Emperor and executing most of Hellfire's members, raising them as his obedient slaves.
Then he'd given her a simple choice: become his consort and rule by his side, or refuse and join his horde.
Unable to affect his mind, she'd agreed. In name, she was the 'White Empress', one of the most powerful and respected beings on Earth. In reality? She was a toy for Kuro, one of the few beings whose minds he left intact just so he could enjoy her reactions to the world she'd created all the more. She was a plaything for his endless games and hedonism, and his tastes were deep and disturbing.
She might be a slightly more important toy than most, but he took it upon himself to remind her of her place with regularity. He didn't want her to get ideas above her station. She was replaceable; she lived to amuse him. The moment she stopped being amusing, he'd rip out her heart and resurrect her as one of his mindless minions.
Her attempts to remove his morality and inhibitions had been entirely too effective, and now she couldn't enter his mind to fix the deadly mistake she had made. Kuro would drag her death out for years if she dared try to affect his mind, inflicting every torment his twisted mind could think of upon her before she was granted the mercy of death.
Felicia's moans filled the room as she climaxed, her juices leaking out around Kuro's fat member. Kuro's eyes rolled back into his head, and with a final thrust, he grunted before he pulled out of Felicia gracelessly, cumming over her face and mounds of her breasts. Felicia just obediently took the coating, her eyes closed and mouth open.
As he finished, he gestured for her to move to the bed, which she did without a word of complaint, her legs shaky and body heaving.
He turned towards her, a smile on his lips as he gestured. A black glow around her lifted her into the air, making her hover at waist height as her legs painfully bent upwards and her ankles were locked in place behind her head. Pulling her towards him, he lined his still-hard cock up with her own rosebud, yanking her down onto his phallus as she took every inch in one painful movement, whimpering in pain. He preferred it when she whimpered, staying quiet just encouraged him to try harder. Kuro had used his magic to constantly keep her body in her 'prime'; every time was just like the first time, both her holes virgin-tight for his pleasure.
As she adjusted to the pain, he started to pump into her, his hips slamming against her rear end as her moans of pain and pleasure filled the air. Grabbing her massive mounds in his hands, he squeezed them, pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her scream. Her breasts weren't usually this big, nor was her ass so fat. Even her lips had grown far more plump as Kuro altered her very body for his own amusement, making her into a porn parody of herself.
The Black Emperor was the bane of her existence, and he was a monster entirely of her own making. Despite being one of the two undisputed rulers of Earth, her life was hell, being little more than a source of entertainment for the nightmare she had created.
She couldn't even end this torment, as he would just bring her back. No doubt she'd be punished for damaging his property, but it would change nothing.
As far as punishments went, a little painal was utterly vanilla. She made sure to cry out in pain and pleasure as he took her asshole, roughly and brutally, playing the part of his little cum dump so he didn't decide to get more creative in her punishments.
This was her life now, even when she was on his good side. She could do everything right and still find herself used as a reward. It wouldn't be the first time she had been ordered to sleep with an entire squadron of soldiers as a bonus for them doing a good job, and if she dared to refuse? She'd be punished for her disobedience, with the punishments being far worse than just taking a hundred cocks.
Her last punishment had involved being stripped and bound in a pillory in the middle of Times Square with a nationwide alert that she was available for public use for the entire week. She hadn't felt clean for months afterwards, her violation publicly broadcasted to the world.
Even still, it was preferable to some of the other punishments. She'd take the pillory over the kennels, stables or worse, the breeding pens.
Kuro groaned as he began pistoning into her with increased vigour, Emma's ass squeezing around his cock as she tried not to cum too soon. As much as it pained her to admit it, her body was made to be the perfect cocksleeve for him and had been tailored to crave him. One of the more 'kind' gifts he'd given her after their coronation and 'marriage'. He was a perfect fit inside her, and her body loved every second of her defilement.
This world was doomed to Kuro's insanity, and she was well aware that it was all her fault.
– Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat) –
She'd known that this would happen.
She'd called it the moment Kuro made the offer for them to spend the night.
"Mhmm- Ahn… Oh fuck, k-keep going, please!" Rogue whisper-moaned, pleading with Kuro as she tried to silence her voice. "Mmm~ H-how… are you doing that?" she asked, making Kuro chuckle from further down the bed.
"What can I say? I have a silver tongue," Kuro boasted before proving it as a half-scream left Rogue. Kitty's face went bright red, picturing what Kuro was doing to Rogue right this second.
"Your tongue is pure fucking gold, Sugah," Rogue whimpered, shuddering.
She was literally right next to them. Rogue's arm was pressed against her back, and they were still going at it anyway?! She could feel the front of her bottoms sticking to her as she grew more and more aroused.
She was facing away from them, but the moans and whimpers from Rogue painted a masterpiece of a picture for her. She couldn't risk touching herself; the sunlight was starting to light up the room, and they'd moved the quilt off of them (and, by extension, her).
"Quiet, Rogue. You don't want to wake up the Kitty-Cat, do you?" Kuro asked, sounding far too amused by Rogue's struggles. Rogue just laughed.
"S-she's already awake, aren't you, Kitty?" Rogue asked, making her freeze in place.
"Well, well, well, someone's a little voyeur. What would your parents think, Miss Pryde?" Kuro asked, his voice scolding as she felt her face turn tomato red.
"No, I'm not!" Kitty said, sitting up and spinning around with a deep blush, looking at the panting Rogue and snickering Kuro. "It's not my fault you two can't keep your hands off each other for, like, five minutes! I just didn't want to make things awkward by interrupting you!" Kitty said defensively, wincing at how weak the words sounded. It sounded like she was just making an excuse to her, let alone the grinning pair.
"Uhuh, and those are just because of the cold air, right?" Kuro said as his eyes flickered to her chest, her hardened nipples poking against the thin white pyjama top. Her blush reached atomic proportions, travelling down to the chest that Kuro was ogling.
"I-I... Erm- m-maybe?" Kitty stuttered, her blush growing deeper. "Well, it's your fault, not mine. You two shouldn't have been-" Kitty started, her words being cut off as a pair of lips collided with hers, making her eyes go wide in shock as her first kiss was snatched away.
As Rogue broke the kiss, she smiled at her, taking one of her hands.
"Do you really want us to stop?" Rogue asked calmly, making Kitty's face burn in embarrassment. "We don't mind you watching, and we ain't gonna judge ya, Kitty."
Kitty blushed at the softly spoken words, some of Rogue's accent coming out in her own embarrassment as Rogue gave her a small smile. She leaned in again, and Kitty didn't move as Rogue planted a light kiss on her lips. Then, Rogue pulled back and moved, grabbing Kuro and switching places with him as she kneeled between his legs.
"I'm going to return the favour to my Sugah; if you want to leave, then you can; we aren't gonna judge either way, but do you want to?" Rogue asked as she pulled Kuro's boxers down, revealing his painfully stiff shaft, already dripping with pre-cum as Kitty's eyes glanced from it to Kuro's bare chest and then to Rogue's nude form, large breasts and curvy hips on display.
Just leave Katherine, be a good girl and get off the bed.
Watching Rogue take the tip into her mouth, she blushed deeply, rooted into place as she watched her best friend's head start to bob. Sitting next to Kuro, she glanced at him, seeing the pleasure on his face as he leaned back.
As he turned to her, he leaned in closer, clearly planning on kissing her, and once again, despite the little voice in her head telling her to leave, she stayed still, letting his lips meet with hers, the surprisingly sweet, tangy taste of Rogue's love juices still on his tongue as it slipped into her mouth.
Even as she felt his hands start to skillfully unbutton her pyjama top, she did nothing but lean into the kiss. He finished undoing her top, letting it fall open as he slid his hand into it and gently groped her breast, making her moan into the kiss, feeling his fingers dance over her chest, gently playing with her nipple.
This was wrong, but why did it feel so right? Her hand came to Rogue's head, guiding her friend to take Kuro's dick further into her mouth she watched in awe as Rogue took inch after inch into her lips, the audible suckling filling the room as Rogue choked herself on his cock with no care for her own comfort. She shouldn't be doing this, but…
Being an X-Man (or was it X-Woman? She still wasn't entirely clear on that) was dangerous, even if she wasn't a full member yet. Every time she went on a mission, there was a chance that things could go wrong with no warning, no matter how easy it should be or how prepared they thought they were. Logan had made that clear; she was putting her life on the line.
Did she really want to possibly die with no experience?
Before this, her sexual experience basically amounted to a quick hug with Lance, and then the dick had tried to get her to use her powers to steal for him. She'd dropped him, ending their friendship and squashed her crush on him entirely.
After that, he'd vanished altogether right before she joined Xavier's school.
She might have a thing for bad boys, but that didn't mean she was going to be a bad girl herself. Though good girls probably didn't make out with guys that they only met a couple of days ago or let them play with their breasts, for that matter.
Even still, she couldn't bring herself to stop his wandering hands as they moved from her breasts down her stomach, pausing for just a moment just above her bottoms as he opened his eyes, asking for permission. Kuro was a bad boy, but he wasn't a complete dick, as he made sure she was comfortable with this before going any further. She sealed her fate with a single, sharp nod before she leaned in and kissed him again.
Closing her eyes again, she deepened the kiss, saying nothing as he slipped his fingers beneath her pyjama bottoms, running a slender digit along her soaked slit, making her moan into his mouth as her hands roamed across his chest, exploring his muscular abs and pecs.
Feeling Rogue grab one of her hands and guide it lower, she hesitated for just a moment before she let her hand be moved down to his hard Manhood, wrapping her fingers around it and starting to slowly pump her hand as Rogue moved down to his balls, looking up at them both with a smile, suckling and kissing Kuro's hefty testes.
She felt his fingers push at her entrance for a moment before they gently spread her lower lips, two fingers sliding into her, making her gasp as they started to rapidly pump into her.
Despite her doubts and misgivings, she couldn't help smiling back at him; it didn't take long before Kuro's skilful fingers pulled her over the edge, a half-scream muffled by his lips as she clenched down on his exploring digits. As she came down from her own climax she felt his shaft twitch in her hand, Rogue moving back up and taking the tip into her mouth as he finished, some of his cum leaking out past Rogue's lips and coating her hand.
As she let go, Rogue took her hand and brought it to her mouth, quickly cleaning it off with an embarrassed look as Kitty watched in wonder. What did it taste like for her to actively want to taste his cum?
- Kuro -
Perk Rewarded
[Rogue: Uncontrolled Power Immunity] – 50 Affection Reward
Some people are cursed with powers that make them a danger to everyone around them, but you can grant them a reprieve. People with powers they can't control will not hurt you by accident, finding you immune to their powers unless they want to hurt you.
Nice, I don't need it against Rogue, but more insurance is never a bad thing.
Watching the blushing Kitty drag Rogue out of my room, I lean back with a grin. Kitty was too embarrassed to say anything after our mutual climaxes, but I just smile as I watch them leave.
[Nullification (X-Gene)]
Your X-Gene allows you to nullify the powers of other mutants you are touching or targetting within fifty metres, and you emit a small aura that prevents most X-Genes from working around you.
I knew it would handle the hours, but even the total nullifications were finished.
Kitty moved around a lot while she was asleep, so she kept touching Rogue. Every touch counted as a separate nullification. Plus, Jean Grey was having a bad night with some power issues as well, her telepathy acting out, so that counted for a lot as well.
Hey, I won't complain about faster upgrades!
Please select the desired Upgrade.
Nullify Magic (Allows the nullification of most types of magic)
Nullify Mutate (Allows the nullification of people with powers that aren't inherent to their race, for example, Spider-man, Green Goblin, Susan Storm, The Thing)
Nullify Tech (Allows the nullification of technologically based powers and incredibly advanced technology, for example, Iron Man, Doctor Octopus)
Lingering Nullification (Allows your nullification to continue to function for a short time after you stop actively nullifying them, which can be upgraded again to increase the time)
Toggled Nullification (Allows you to turn it off, which can be upgraded again so you can allow only specific powers to affect you while blocking all others)
Range Increase [Aura] (Increases the range of your Nullification Aura, which can be upgraded again to increase it even further)
Range Increase [Targeted] (Increases the range of your targeted nullification to 'in sight')
I honestly can see the benefit of getting toggled now, especially if Blink is going to be my ride since I don't think Emma realises that she won't be able to teleport me.
She thinks Blink's portals will work once they have been made, but you will nullify them once you approach them.
Figured as much. She's underestimating my power. She thinks I can only nullify Blink if I am touching her as she tries to make a portal, not realising that I'd close any portals that I was close enough to. It's a logical thought but also wrong.
Having the ability to pick and choose what I do and do not nullify would be helpful, especially when I increase my aura range so I'm not just putting out a fuck you field and turning the school of mutants into a school of powerless plebs. Even if that would be very funny.
I'm not planning on fighting any mutates or magic users any time soon, so I'm in no rush, and Rogue is making this easy.
Skill Upgrade Quest
Nullification Upgrade Quest [Toggled Nullification]
Nullify 150 Power Usages [0/150]
Spend 15 Hours of Nullifying Abilities [0/15]
Or better known as 'two nights with Rogue'. Rogue thinks I'm doing this for her, but honestly? She's the best grinding method for Nullification possible. All I have to do is go to sleep with her next to me, and I'm grinding in my dreams. That's the true gamer way.
Once I get this, I'll go for the level after this so I can pick and choose what I nullify. I can't increase my range until I have that, after all. I'd like to make my range as ridiculous as possible, but I'm in a school of Mutants and nullifying every power around me could be a problem.
Humming to myself, I get out of bed with a stretch. I have my tests later today, so I just have to get ready and kill time until it's time to go and meet the Fantastic Four.
This means I can use this time to consider the problem I have in front of me, pulling out my Grimoire. So, Marvel has a version of Death. She's Deadpool's girlfriend and the one that Thanos is always simping for in the comics, or something like that.
So, my issue is simple: what happens if I start summoning spirits? Bringing back the dead? I doubt she'd be thrilled about me going 'hehe' and yoinking souls from her domain.
"You could simply… ask permission?"
The mildly amused voice in my head makes me jump, banging my shin on the bed frame as I mentally curse. Damnit all, just once, I'd like my thoughts to be private.
"I'm sure you would, but that is what I believe you would call a 'skill issue'. Names have power, boy. Just thinking about me is all the invitation I needed for this little meeting. Such is life when you are dealing with omnipotent entities. Still, I suppose I can humour you." Death says before everything freezes, the world growing black and white.
Outside the window, I can see birds frozen in the air, immobile. The air itself warps, and tears as a black rift forms in the middle of my room, the void within howling as all the heat from the room is sucked into it and replaced with a figure as a robed skeletal being walks out of it.
Wait, why does a skeleton still have breasts?
Despite her skeletal face, I can see the moment when she pauses and stares at me in confusion. She's surprisingly expressive for a pile of bones.
"That is your first question? Why do I have breasts? You aren't interested in how I froze time itself?" Death asks after a moment, tilting her head.
"You're Death itself. I'd be more surprised if you couldn't freeze time, but you're a skeleton. I just thought it was a little odd that your robe has the unmistakable outline of a pair of, admittedly very lovely looking, breasts when theoretically you shouldn't have them since you'd just be a ribcage", I admit, making her sigh and rub her forehead. How does she sigh without lungs?
"I waited for countless aeons for this?" Death mumbles, snapping her fingers and causing everything to go black for a moment. "Would you rather I looked like this?" Death asks as I make eye contact with a pair of pink eyes on a far more human face. A human face that doesn't look particularly amused. She's the only thing with colour in the frozen, monochrome world.
I take a moment to look over her new form, short black hair hanging to her shoulders with white markings under her eyes. She really pulls off the goth look with black lipstick and eyeshadow, as well as a revealing black top and… loin cloth. She has a black belt that has a single piece of cloth coming down to cover her privates while leaving her long pale legs on display, making her raise an eyebrow as I admire Death's curves.
"I'd say I'm sorry, but we both know I'm not," I admit shamelessly, making her lips twitch.
"Let's just move on; I've waited long enough after all. The One Above All told me you would be coming when he made this Multiverse. I will speak bluntly. When the One Above All, who you know as Shiro, made this Multiverse, he tied every single version of Death together. I am connected to every version of Death throughout every world, and then he tied every Death God to us for good measure. Hel, Hades, Anubis, Izanami, any god with powers over death or the afterlife draw those powers from the 'Death' of that world. This means that when I make this offer, it applies to all verses, not just this one." Death explains, getting my attention.
There's a lot to take in from that, but… why am I not surprised that Shiro claimed the title of One Above All? I suppose that explains why Shiro didn't add One Above All to this multiverse, not interested in sharing the title.
"What offer would that be, Lady Death?" I ask after a moment, remembering to be respectful to the eternal, unbelievably powerful being in front of me.
"Each 'Death' has limits on what we can do despite our immense power. We have strict limits upon our actions concerning how much we can interfere. This means despite my tremendous power, I find myself unable to deal with many of my own problems in the mortal realm. This is where you come in, should you be willing. My offer is simple: I want you to be the Agent of Death in the Multiverse, to go where we cannot, and to act in our name. For each task you complete for us, you will be rewarded; you'll find us a generous employer." Death says, making me pause.
"What exactly would being your agent entail?" I ask. I'm weak at the moment, not exactly in any position to be of use to Death herself. I also don't want to find myself eternally bound into the service of another, no matter how strong.
"There are some beings who attempt to hide from us, to avoid our judgement and their final, inevitable end. These beings are to be taught the futility of their efforts. Sometimes, your task will be to simply retrieve an item or artefact that I do not wish to be amongst the mortals. Finally, there are some beings that are on the path to starting the end time before it is due. These fools are to be stopped by any means necessary, preventing them from ending whichever reality they threaten. The One Above All set specific conditions that, if met, could result in the apocalypse beginning early; they are to be avoided at all costs. I don't care what you have to do to stop them; even destroying the planet the fool is on would be preferable to the end of everything," Death says coldly, a twinge of anger crossing her face.
"There's a teeny, tiny problem with that. I'm weak. Far too weak to make a difference on that scale. If someone can threaten reality itself, they could sneeze and wipe me out," I admit, getting a soft smile from her at my admittance.
"You are weak for the moment. Do not worry; I am a very patient being. It comes with being eternal; what seems like an aeon for you mortals is but an afternoon for me. For now, your responsibility would simply be to grow stronger and await my call. I will give you the first three blessings in advance, an investment in your success, they can be your sign-up bonus." Death explains, making me hesitate.
"And what if I decline?" I ask slowly, wondering if this is an offer I cannot refuse.
"Then I will leave and never return, as long as you don't start summoning the souls of the dead from my realm. If you do, I will find another Agent and send them after you,"Death explains simply, her tone blunt and honest. Well, that's unexpectedly fair.
This could be immensely beneficial, but it comes with a new duty, a new responsibility. It's the very definition of a high-risk, high-reward job.
Both choices have their benefits, Master, and their problems.
[Death's Agent]
Pros: Necromancy won't be hindered by the local Death Gods.
Powerful boons from Death as rewards for completing her tasks.
Positive relations with most Death Gods (some are just assholes who will be a pain to deal with, no matter what).
Cons: Dangerous new duties and missions.
Some will see you as an enemy due to your connection with Death.
Possible negative relations with beings who are deeply connected with Life, who may see you as their antithesis.
It'll be dangerous, but only if I fail to gather enough power before my tasks start arriving. The Gamer in me sees that as a challenge that I'm eager to accept. If I prioritise gaining power before then, I should be able to handle what she throws at me.
Right?
The simple truth is that a chance like this doesn't exactly come around very often, nor am I likely to find another patron as powerful as Death anytime soon.
If it helps, every quest she gives you will be doable at your current level. She truly desires an Agent who can hunt those who have wronged her and the balance. She isn't an evil being, nor is she good; she just is.
True enough. She has nothing to gain from just getting me killed. Can I really afford to risk losing out on a chance like this out of caution? Out of fear?
Who dares, wins. I won't get anywhere if I don't take risks. I'm not so prideful that I care if I'm technically 'working' for her; she's Death itself. As far as bosses go, she's a pretty good one.
"Then I accept, Lady Death. You have a deal, and an Agent," I say with a confident smile.
20 Affection with Death [20/100] for becoming her agent in the Multiverse.
"Excellent, you will not regret this decision. Firstly, focus and grow in strength; you will need it in the coming trials. Your primary task in this verse will be the elimination of the Mad Titan Thanos, ending his insanity. I'm sick of dealing with the souls he sends to me with his 'balancing'; it's bothersome, and many of them are sent long before their time. He fails to understand that all souls will come to me eventually; why would I be impressed just because he sent half a species to me when they were already mine? All he gifts me with is more work in setting the balance right once more," Death says, scoffing. "No matter how you do it, I want him killed and his soul brought before me for his final judgement. Grow in strength and ready yourself. There will be other, lesser tasks before then, foes to be slain and apocalypses to prevent. Now, your boons," Death says with a small smile, blinking forward as she is suddenly inches away. She places a single, brief kiss on my lips, and I damn near die on the spot, feeling the sheer necrotic power run through my body.
Perk Added
[Blessing of Death: Minor]
You have been blessed by Death itself, forever changed from the experience. Necromantic spells will be far easier for you to learn, upgrade, and cast, making them far more effective and cost less mana. You give off an aura that causes undead creatures to have an instinct to obey you, even those that were summoned by others, though they may not always be able to free themselves if they are being controlled by another Necromancer. All Gods of Death will recognise your position as a chosen agent of their master. This can be upgraded by being promoted to Death's Champion.
Skill Added
[Reap Soul]
As an Agent of Death, you have a direct line to her realm. You can choose to send the soul directly to Death herself when you slay or have mortally wounded a being, ensuring that they cannot be resurrected by any means.
Skill Added
[Respawn]
Death will make an exception for you, though I suggest you do not abuse it too often. Once per month, if you are slain, Death will whisk you away to a place you see as safe, restoring you to life.
"From now on, no God of Death will interfere with your necromancy. They know the penalty for crossing Me. Also, you may recruit any of the targets from your list, taking the immortals into your service. I will bind their souls to you and count that as a successful harvest. By serving you, they also serve me, and I will permit that," Death says calmly before she clicks her fingers and creates a scroll in a flash of purple flames, passing it over to me. "A list of targets and quests to be hunted at your leisure. I don't expect them to be completed anytime soon, but if you have a chance to complete them without it resulting in your death, do so, and you will be compensated," Death explains.
"I'll see what I can do," I promise, looking at the black scroll with blazing white writing on it.
"I am sure that you will. I have stayed here long enough; my time on the mortal plane is coming to an end. We will speak more when I have work for you, or you complete one of the tasks. Until then, do take care of yourself, my agent," Death says as the world unfreezes, colour returning to my vision as she just fades from existence. The ambient temperature is still noticeably cold, and my breath is visible in the freezing room.
Well, that was something. The Blessing is powerful, but I can't deny that Respawn is better. A once-a-month get-out-of-death-free card? Yes, please.
Reap is just so I can do my new job, but I'm sure that there are plenty of idiots in this world that I'd rather not pull a comic book cliche and come back in the next issue.
Having a free pass to practise my necromancy is also nice, not having to worry about which Death God I've pissed off this time.
Well, it's time to see for whom the bell tolls who was naughty enough to find themselves on Death's hit list.
The Hand: These would-be immortals have lived long past their death date. Wipe out the Five Fingers of the Hand and their resurrected agent, Nobu. Do as you will with the rest; I care not.
The Externals: Burke, Selene Gallio, En Sabah Nur (or Apocalypse if you prefer), Candra, Absalom, Crule, Garbha-Hsien, Gideon and Nicodemus. They hide amongst the mortals, thinking I can't see them, that they have escaped my gaze. Prove them wrong.
Annihilus: The self-proclaimed "Living Death That Walks". He is continuously reborn in his realm of the Negative Zone. Reap him and end this cycle.
Hela Odinsdottir: She abandoned her duties as a Goddess of Death long ago, even before Odin sealed her away. Either force her to assume her position as one of my Gods of Death or slay her, and I will reclaim the power she has and find a replacement.
Ego: Never before has a name been so appropriate. A universe filled only with him sounds like a special kind of hell.
Nathaniel Essex: The fool has been slain a dozen times over, but he always has a way out. He has slipped from my grasp one too many times.
Mephisto: I care little for demons, and this one has stolen more souls from me than almost any other. Reap him and reclaim the countless souls he has enslaved and taken from their rightful place with me. You may deal with his daughter, Mephista, however you please, as long as I get the souls they are hoarding back.
Satana Hellstrom: Her father, Satan, is off-limits even to me; I will claim him in time, but not until the last star burns out. That said, he needs a reminder of my power. His daughter is not so forbidden, but do not reap her soul. Enslave and bind her; she will serve as my message to her father.
Thanos: The Mad Titan himself. Stop him before he can fulfil his insane ambition. I do not want to deal with half the universe's souls at once.
Cyttorak: Another Fool with delusions of importance; you need not fight him; simply bring me his precious Crimson Gem. He made a mistake when he crafted his masterpiece, one he will pay for dearly.
Vlad Tepes, Dracula: This is a family matter for you. This man is the bane of my existence. He's died countless times, and it does nothing. My last agent slew him several times, but even with my aid, Dracula just kept coming back, his very presence an affront to the natural order.
Umar: This one is personal for me. The seductress is responsible for my former Agent abandoning his duties to her sweet words. She turned him against me in a futile attempt to bind me and steal my power. It failed, obviously, but her presumption to steal my agent has angered me greatly. Weaken her, and I will personally bind her to you; then, she can experience life as a slave.
Yup, that's pretty much what I expected. Everyone on this list could obliterate me in an instant, with the possible exception of the Hand. They should probably be my first target once I'm stronger and have more power. I'll not do anything without at least a small undead horde at my command.
Also, it says that Dracula is a family matter for me. I guess that is the final confirmation that I am indeed a descendant of Vlad Tepes himself.
I'm Dracula, bleh-bleh, bleh.
Note to self: on the increasingly plausible circumstance that I actually meet Dracula in person, do not say bleh-bleh, bleh. The minor entertainment I'd get from it isn't worth being torn to shreds.
Though, if I think about this logically, I don't need to beat them myself. I need them beaten so I can reap them; if someone else does the fighting, that still counts, right? I do love it when my problems fight each other; it is something for me to look into when I have more information.
With that out of the way, I can now go back to using my necromancy without worrying about Death coming down and spanking me for it. To be more precise, I can start studying Necromancy again since I'm back to square one on that front. I don't even know a single spell yet.
Not right now, obviously; I'm expecting company at any moment, and while I'm sure Xavier would approve of my dedication to my studies, I think it might be a little hard to explain the whole 'book made of human skin' thing, no matter how I try to frame it.
I have some time, so I guess it's time to hit the more boring books.
– Later –
Being able to increase my stats and class from just mundane actions like reading is great. I had a couple of hours to kill before Ororo came to collect me, and with [Avid Reader, I devoured several new books, pushing my Wisdom up to an A-. It doesn't seem to care what I'm reading, only that it is fact. I tried testing it with a fiction book, but predictably, nothing came of it.
"So, where exactly are we going?" I ask, leaning back in my seat. Ororo's driving us to the Baxter Building, but she doesn't know that I know that yet.
"We're going to see some friends of the professor, Reed Richards and Susan Storm of the Fantastic Four, who have been assisting Hank in his studies into the issue that our race has been experiencing. Both are geniuses. Richards is undeniably eccentric, but his intelligence cannot be denied. I believe Miss Frost took it upon herself to inform you about the details of our issue despite the Professor preferring not to put pressure on your shoulders. " Ororo explains hesitantly.
"Yeah, the only fertile male mutant in the world. I have to admit, it came as a surprise, but after the shock wore off, it got me thinking. Just when did the Professor have time to test that?" I ask, watching her freeze up. "See, I came straight here and then went to bed, and I'm a pretty light sleeper; I definitely didn't give them any 'samples', but then it hit me. I was reallydrowsy after I had my dinner that first night, wasn't I? Far too tired. Then, when I woke up, I was just in my boxers despite falling asleep in my clothes. Who was it that brought me that meal again? Refresh my memory," I ask her with a knowing stare and a slight growl in my tone.
"I suppose you would like an explanation?" Ororo asks after a moment, looking away.
"Not even going to deny it?" I ask with a frown.
"No. Your food was drugged, and I am the one who extracted the sample while you were unconscious," Ororo admits, shame apparent in her tone as she avoids looking at me. "I gave you a handjob to get the semen sample, and I promise that no one else did anything to you while you slept. I am truly sorry, but Charles convinced me that it was in all our best interests to keep you in the dark, not wanting to put the weight of saving our entire race upon your shoulders."
Did Xavier mentally fuck with Ororo, or is she that much of a follower that she'd go along with it without any mental nudges?
"I'm pretty sure that's sexual assault; not exactly the best start to my time at Xavier's school, is it? I'm not going to lie; I'm starting to think I might have been better off with Magneto or Miss Frost; at least they are more upfront than you guys," I say, being completely honest. Magneto probably would have been open about the situation, villain or not. That's the problem with Xavier; he likes his secrets and subterfuge. He convinced himself it was better to arrange for a student to be molested for the Greater Good of all mutants than to just approach me honestly.
"You have my deepest apologies for what little they are worth. I know words don't make up for being molested on your first night with us, but I would ask that you don't give up on the academy just yet; desperation has made the professor act most unlike himself; he wouldn't have arranged for such a thing in the past," Ororo says sadly. "The fate of our entire race weighs heavily on all our shoulders, but Charles feels it especially hard. I promise you, we can make this up to you. Just don't do anything rash."
"I'm not a rash person," I say, pausing. Well, usually, most of the time. Okay, some of the time. "We can talk more about this after the tests are over and we're back at the school; I want some time to think anyway," I say after a moment, looking out of the window.
Honestly? The awkward silence and nervous looks from Ororo almost make up for it anyway; Xavier wants me at his academy, and holding the fact that there are plenty of other options I could choose over their heads is nice. Keep squirming, Ororo. As you said, desperation makes people act unlike themselves, and I want you nice and desperate.
If I weren't immune to telepathy, I'd be far more worried, but without his powers, Xavier goes from being an incredibly powerful mutant to a cripple in a wheelchair who likes the sound of his own voice a little too much.
Which works for me.
Leaning back, I gaze out of the window and watch the city go by. It doesn't take that long for us to arrive at the Baxter Building, pulling into a garage and getting out of the car as we head inside.
Evidently, Ororo is enough of a regular here that she doesn't need to wait for an invitation or guide as she takes us to the elevator and chooses a floor. She's barely said a word since our little chat, apparently taking my request for time to think more seriously than expected. The slight squirming and glances towards me give away how nervous she is.
It's nice to know that they consider me staying at the academy so very important, and it'll be an excellent tool against them if I need it.
As the elevator opens up, a cheerful voice calls out to us almost immediately.
"Ororo! You're earlier than expected," the woman says happily as she walks towards us. If the blonde hair and the beautiful ocean blue eyes didn't give away her identity, the blue skintight jumpsuit that is tightly wrapped around her curves and decorated with a number four on her chest would undoubtedly have filled me in.
"We set off early; you know how traffic can be after all, or perhaps you don't? We don't all have flying cars after all," Ororo replies, a teasing tone quickly replacing the shame and worry.
"We don't even have a flying car anymore. Reed took it apart again," Susan Storm says with a bemused sign, running a hand through her blonde locks. "And you must be Kuro. It's a pleasure to put a face to the data. I'm Susan Storm. I'll be handling your tests for today. Don't worry; they won't be anything too difficult," Susan says kindly, giving me a soft smile as she offers her hand, which I shake.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, so where do we begin? I've never been tested like this before." I ask, making her smile.
"We'll be doing a full set of tests today. If you'll just follow me, please, we can get started right away," Susan says, turning and heading down the corridor.
"I'll be taking a moment to meet some friends; you'll be fine with Susan," Ororo says calmly; as I set off after the swaying ass of the Invisible Woman, I hear some loud footsteps followed by a deep voice bellowing Ororo's name.
Looking back, I get a glance of the Thing greeting Ororo before I turn a corner; I wonder how she met the Fantastic Four. Or how the X-Men met them, probably would be more precise since Xavier clearly knows them as well. There's a story there, I'm guessing.
As we walk past a room, Susan stops to open the door and looks inside it.
"Reed, our guest has arrived; I was about to start the tests," Susan starts, going to speak more before she's interrupted.
"Hmm? Oh, yes! I'm far too busy dealing with the portal to do it myself. I'll handle the data after the tests are done. Oh, do make sure to get another sperm sample before he leaves," a distracted voice says. Glancing inside, I can see his arms stretching around the room, grabbing seemingly random parts as he works on what can only be the Negative Zone Portal. I might have Annihilus on my hit list, but I'm not touching that until I am far stronger.
Looking back at Susan, I catch a brief twitch as her smile drops before she brings it back.
"Of course, I'll take care of it myself," Susan says calmly, watching Reed for his reaction.
"Oh good, we need more data if we want to make any progress on this,after all. Alex, can you pass me that screwdriver? No, not that one, the one next to it," Reed mumbles, not looking away from his machine. Susan's look of hurt and disappointment almost makes me feel bad, and I haven't even done anything yet. With his arms flailing around so much, I hadn't quite noticed the other teen in the room, the blonde boy running over with a very advanced-looking screwdriver that seems to be beeping. Alex… do I know you? Nope, not ringing a bell.
My view is blocked as Susan closes the door with a violent slam, storming away quickly.
Clearly, there are some relationship troubles going on here... I think it's better for my safety that I don't ask. I do love it when the hot girls aren't in a happy relationship, after all. Not that happy marriages have ever stopped me before.
"Right. Take these and put them on. They'll help gather data as you go through the tests today. You don't need to wear anything beneath them," Susan says with a clipped voice, her smile replaced with an angry frown as she passes me… White yoga pants? There's also a skintight white top and some exercise socks.
Well, if she says so. Taking my shirt off, I see her eyes widen, going to speak before she freezes, watching me calmly push my jeans and boxers down with no shame, changing into the supplied outfit.
"O-oh! There's a room to change in over there. I- Nevermind, you really aren't easily embarrassed, are you?" Susan asks with a sigh and an amused shake of her head.
"I'm not showing you anything that I haven't shown plenty of other girls," I say with a shrug. "I'm not shy."
5 Affection with Susan Storm [5/100] for taking her mind off Reed.
"I'd say I don't want to know, but I will have to ask some personal questions later on. For now, let's just get started," Susan says, leading me to what looks like an MRI machine. "First things first, just lay down here and get comfortable; it'll take a few minutes to scan you, so I'll handle the questioning while you're in there; you can move around a little bit; just don't make any sudden or rapid movements," Susan says guiding me onto the bed, which retracts leaving me inside the machine.
"Got it. So, ask away," I say, looking around the bright machine in interest before I turn my head so I can see Susan as she sits down in a chair with a clipboard.
As she starts to question me, I answer her as best I can. Most of her questions are as basic as they come. Name, Birthday, questions about my past and grades. She hesitates before asking about my parents, but they mean nothing to me, and it's easy to convince her that I've moved on. I even get some affection out of it for being 'mature'.
Sociopathic would be more correct, but hey, she doesn't need to know that.
"So, this is the embarrassing part, I'm afraid. Are you… sexually active?" Susan asks, making me chuckle as I watch a light blush grow on her cheeks.
"Yes, yes, I am," I say comfortably with a cocky grin.
"Goo- Well, not good, but you know what I..." Susan stutters slightly before laughter fills the room.
"Really, Sue? Getting this embarrassed over some questions when the teenage boy is fine? This is why you need to get out of the lab more," a deeper but still feminine voice says, chuckling as it gets closer.
"Oh, shut it, Jen... this is embarrassing enough for both of us without you making it worse," Susan says with a deepening blush.
"Your 'subject' doesn't look embarrassed. Honestly, I think he's laughing at you." Jen says as she comes into view, a pair of deep green eyes on a light green face grinning into the machine.
Try as I might, my eyes are drawn downwards (or upwards since I'm on my back) into her cleavage as she bends over to see into the machine, the large green breasts barely held in by a white and purple sports bra, her tiny shorts cover equally little, practically painted onto her wide, green hips.
"You know, when you're wearing something that tight, you should probably keep your eyes up here," She-Hulk says with a laugh as my bottoms become painfully tight.
"Jennifer! You shouldn't be wearing so little with teenagers around anyway," Susan scolds, her face bright red.
"You're such a prude, Sue. But sure, you big baby, I'll get changed into something more concealing if… Kuro, was it? If Kuro wants me to." Jen says smoothly. "What do you think, bigboy, want me to put more on?"
"What if I want you to take more off?" I ask before I can help myself, getting a pleased laugh from her.
"Then you could at least buy a girl a drink first," Jen says with a flirty grin before she grabs the clipboard from Susan. "Since Sue is a prudish virgin, I'll take over; you don't mind, right?" Jen asks rhetorically.
"I am not a-" Sue starts before Jen cuts in and interrupts her.
"Virgin? Yeah, you are. You've been drooling over the rubber noodle since you were barely a teen, and Reed wouldn't notice if you went into his lab naked with the words 'Fuck Me' painted on your tits," Jen says, almost harshly as Sue winces at her blunt words.
"I was going to say I am not a prude; unlike you, I don't see me being a virgin as something to be ashamed of," Susan mutters with a sigh, rubbing her forehead.
"Yeah, yeah. So Kuro, how regularly do you… achieve climax? Seriously, who wrote this? How often do you cum? Blow your load? Bust a nut? Empty your balls?" Jen asks in amusement as Susan groans.
"Two or three times a day, usually, sometimes more. Rarely less." I say, simply making her laugh.
"And how many of those are self-achieved... seriously, who wrote this shit? How often do you jerk off?" Jen asks.
"I don't masturbate; my own hand is too boring for it to be any fun," I say with a cocky grin.
"Well, well, well. Not bad, brat. Someone's a little playboy. How does it feel to know a sixteen-year-old is more experienced than you?" Jen asks Sue, who just mutters something that sounds like an insult with a blush, making an excuse as she runs to a terminal to avoid more teasing. "I'm not using these dumb questions; they're all worded stupidly. How far have you gone with a girl? Just list what you've done before."
"That might take a while. Oral, regular sex, anal, threesomes, foursomes, wait, do you want me to start listing positions as well?" I ask, getting a shout that that won't be necessary from the blushing Sue.
"Nice. That puts you a lot further than a certain kissless virgin who spends her time pining for older-" Jen pauses as a tablet hits her on the side of the head, grinning in amusement. "So, how many partners have you had?"
"Err, let's just go with a lot. I don't know, I'm not really a numbers guy, you know?" I ask, making her snort. Even in this world, Background Kuro Tepes was the king of one-night stands.
"Right, and they were all girls?" Jen asks, getting an easy nod.
"Yup," I reply.
"Do you have any interest in men at all?" Jen asks, giving me a raised eyebrow.
"Nope, I like the ladies and only the ladies," I reply, wondering why she's putting emphasis on this.
"You're not even slightly bicurious?" Jen asks, making a note.
"No. I don't have the best standards around, but the one rule for this ride is that they have to be female," I reply with a grin.
The dick does not, in fact, make it better. Traps are still gay, and even saying no homo won't change that.
"Right, that's basically all the questions. Sue, can he come out yet?" Jen asks, making Susan press something and extend the bed again.
"Yes, we can move on to the gym now. If you want to get up," Susan says with a slowly vanishing blush, giving Jen a glare which makes her smirk slightly.
"Why don't you go and get it set up? I'll show him the way," Jen says quickly, throwing a hand around my shoulder as I get up, pulling me closer. Due to our size difference, my head is pulled against her breast, but it's not like I could escape her grasp. She-Hulk is laughably stronger than me. With her 'gentle' grip on my shoulder, I'm not going anywhere, but I can't say I mind having my head squeezed against the giant green sideboob.
"I... fine. Just please behave yourself," Susan asks with a defeated sigh as she heads out of the room, making Jen laugh as she does.
"So, why aren't we going with her now?" I ask, making Jennifer grin at me.
"What do you think of Susan?" Jen asks, letting me go and leaning against the machine, which creaks slightly, making her wince and give it a curious look.
"She seems nice enough. She is a little shy for someone over a decade older than me, but she seems sweet. Why?" I ask, making her grin.
"Not her personality; even if you're right, she is a sweetheart. The best friend a girl can ask for. What I mean is, what do you think of her body? She's sexy, right?" Jen asks again, making me snort.
"Obviously, her suit might not show anything, but it hints at everything. God, I love skin-tight outfits; whoever convinced heroines that they needed to fight in tiny, skintight suits was a genius. Plus, she's got that sexy nerd look going for her. Again, though, Why?" I ask as she laughs at my bluntness.
"Susan has been chasing Reed for years despite him being decades older than her and completely uninterested in women. I haven't seen Stretch so much as look at a woman in all the time I've known them. I've tried to get her to come clubbing with me, at least before I looked like this, but she's always made excuses. Simply put, I want her to get some experience with guys and get over her thing for Reed. Want to help me with that?" Jen asks with a smirk.
"Why me?" I ask, making her laugh.
"Because you're here? You're fairly hot and have some experience yourself, plus Sue was checking you out earlier," Jen says with a shrug.
"And why would I want to go along with this?" I ask, making her laugh even harder.
"Because Sue is one of the hottest women around? Since the Fantastic Four became a household name, teenage boys have been whacking it to pictures of her. Work with me, and you might get to experience what they can only dream about, or isn't that enough?" Jen asks as she stands up with a sultry grin.
– Susan Storm (Invisible Woman) –
She knew it. She absolutely knew that Jen wouldn't be able to behave herself.
Watching as Jen grabbed Kuro's hand, placing it on her covered breast, she sighed to herself. Kuro didn't mind, clearly, as he roughly groped Jen's large green breast through her sports bra, making her moan quietly as she whispered something to Kuro.
It was nice to see Jen act like herself; ever since the blood transfusion and following transformation, Jen had been dealing with a lot of problems: self-doubt, body dysmorphia, and a drinking problem (which was made weird due to her inability to actually get drunk).
Something as simple as some light flirting from a teen had clearly done wonders for her confidence. Alex and Jack were too intimidated by the gentle green giant, and Jen hadn't had much chance to leave the tower because of how much of a scare she had caused every time she tried to go out. Johnny had hit on her, but he didn't count since they'd seen him flirt with a painting after he had a bit too much to drink.
Still, did she really have to interfere with her life so much? She'd known Jen since they were teenagers, and she had never stopped trying to get her to socialise more, nor had she ever hidden her disapproval over her crush on Reed.
Jen liked Reed and respected him, but her exact words were that Sue might as well try to date a lamppost.
Watching Jen move his hand under her sports bra, whispering something into his ear with a smirk, she sighed. Even after her transformation, she was far more confident with men than Sue would ever be.
As Kuro left, being sent away by the grinning Jen, she cancelled her powers, glaring at the unrepentant woman.
"You knew I was there." Susan accused, making Jen snort in laughter.
"You're predictable. Come on, Sue. You're almost thirty. Do you really want to stay this inexperienced forever?" Jen asked, giving her a challenging look as Susan winced.
She had been trying to ignore how close to the big three-oh she was getting.
"He's over a decade younger than me," Susan pointed out, making her snort again.
"Me too, but that didn't stop him from playing with these babies, did it?" Jen asked, grabbing her breasts and shaking them slightly. "He's good at it too; I bet he's fucked girls our age and older too."
"Come on, we have tests to do that are more important than whatever this is supposed to be," Susan said sternly, watching Jen simply smirk.
"Play along today, and I won't bother you about Reed ever again," she said, causing her to freeze. She looked into her friend's grinning face.
"...Promise?" Susan asked, her face growing hot as she considered her options.
– Kuro Tepes –
"I feel like this is a bad idea," I say calmly, looking at my opponent.
"Probably, now stop being a pussy and hit me," Jen says calmly, my fist connecting with her cheek moments later, not even making her head budge.
We're trying to test my strength; I've already done weight lifting, spent some time on the treadmill and tested my grip strength, but Jen decided that she'd be my punching bag instead of using an actual bag.
"I really think we should just use the punching bag," Susan interjects as I uppercut She-Hulk, her head barely moving. "Kuro, how often do you exercise?" Susan asks as I start jabbing Jen's rock-solid abs.
"Mostly just during P.E., though I did hit the gym at Xavier's place to kill some time," I respond, looking up into the amused eyes of She-Hulk. I might as well be punching a concrete wall. Well, I know one part that isn't so solid. Jabbing her breast, she yelps in surprise, giving me a dirty look as her breasts bounce before she 'gently' pushes me right across the room and into the wall.
"So, you rarely work out in your own time? No intense training plan or diet at all?" Susan asks with a frown as I pull myself back up.
"Nope. I work out on occasion and eat like a pig. I probably will have to hit the gym more now that I'm at Xavier's, but I have better things and people to do than work out," I reply with a shrug.
"In that case, congratulations. You are officially a freak of nature," Susan says bluntly, making me blink. "You could compete in the Olympics as you are now; your body is in perfect condition. Too perfect, to be natural, to be exact. Being in this good shape with no training is unnatural, a secondary power, perhaps? Which wouldn't explain the readings. Kuro, this might sound strange, but do you have any history of magic in your family?" Susan asks reluctantly.
"You mean like my vampire ancestor, Vlad Tepes? You might have heard of his other name, fucking Dracula?" I ask with a smirk.
"That would do it. I recognised the name, but there was no way to confirm it. We've encountered magic users before, and Reed adjusted the scanner to detect magic. It's just another kind of science, truly. Have you ever used magic yourself?" Susan asks, making a note.
"No, my parents didn't know anything about magic; as far as I know. It's not like my mutant power, that just kinda works; magic needs spells and rituals to work. I've been given a way to learn some magic, but I haven't started yet," I confirm.
"Well, at the very least, I can confirm that you do have magic within you; perhaps that's the reason for your immunity? There's no real way to test that hypothesis, though. I don't think I've ever heard of any magical mutants, and I've seen the data of hundreds of mutants since Professor Xavier requested our help," Susan mumbles, looking over the data. "There are a couple more tests to do, but we're almost done," Susan says with a smile.
As we head back to the lab, she takes some blood from me before sitting me down in front of a screen.
"I want you to say the letter that appears on the screen, starting… now," Susan says as the letter F appears in big, bold text in the middle of the screen.
"F. G. Q," I say, tracking the letters as they start appearing smaller and faster. As I go, they start blinking on the screen for the briefest time, getting smaller and smaller until they are almost non-existent.
Eventually, I can't keep up anymore. By the time I spotted the letter, it had vanished, and another had taken its place. After I start missing them, she stops the screen, making me scowl. I hate losing.
"Again, your eyesight and reaction times are amazing. Just why is your body in such good condition? Is it magical or mutant in nature?" Susan asked herself before she placed some papers and a pen in front of me. "Next, I want you to try and complete this test. If you start to struggle, just tell me. It's not a test that's made to be completed by a high schooler, after all," Susan says kindly before she pauses. "If you do very well, I might just give you a reward," Susan says quickly before she runs back to her data, blushing as I blink and look towards Jen.
Opening it up, I can't help but frown at how… laughably easy it is.
The first questions aren't even at high school level. As I complete the mixture of math, science, and logic problems, I see the point in this test: every question is more challenging than the last.
My high intelligence stat and Student class are putting in the work as the questions get harder and harder, becoming increasingly baffling. I can see the small notifications that an INT check has passed, giving me the answers, but the required stat is growing higher constantly.
I have A- intelligence, which isn't bad by any means, but the requirement is catching up quickly.
Eventually, it fails altogether. The chemistry question on the sheet might as well be gibberish, and I can't even work out what it's asking me.
Moving on to the next question, I frown at another failed check, followed by another and another.
"Yeah, I think I need to accept defeat," I say with a sigh and a scowl, putting the pen down and passing the papers to Susan, who gives me an encouraging smile.
– Susan Storm (Invisible Woman) –
It was official: he was a freak of nature.
As she checked his work, she hid her frown and confusion.
She'd been watching him as he worked, and he had shot through the questions at an insane rate. Every question he had attempted was utterly correct. He'd shot through the high school test questions, which was what she had expected. His grades were impressive enough, but then he'd gone through the college and university-level questions with the same level of ease, never even pausing.
At his age, she wouldn't have been able to do that, and she was seen as a prodigy.
He was at the peak of the human condition. His mind was almost terrifyingly fast, he had magic, and he was a mutant. He'd definitely won the power lottery; that much was certain.
As ridiculous as it sounded, could he be part vampire? If he was descended from Dracula, then perhaps he had inherited some of the cliché vampiric traits. It would explain his unnaturally healthy body, but she knew very little about magic or magical beings. This was well outside of her area of expertise.
He clearly had no problems with sunlight, didn't have any allergies at all, let alone to silver or garlic, and she wasn't going to throw a cross at him to see if it did anything. She had her limits as a scientist, and wasn't going to go that far into the occult.
She was admittedly out of her depth. Shaking her head, she smiled at Kuro. He was clearly competitive; he looked angry that he'd had to give up despite the difficulty.
"You did wonderfully, far better than you should have, to be honest. Now, there's just one thing left to do," Susan said, stuttering slightly as she moved the desk away.
If she could just get this over with, she could escape Jens's disapproval and constant interference in her attempts at catching Reed. Standing before him, he looked up at her curiously as she smiled back awkwardly.
"We just need another sperm sample, so why don't you sit back and just... relax? I said I'd give you a reward, and you did far better than I expected," Susan said, moving down to her knees; she could do this. She was a grown woman; she could handle him.
She was not a prude. She was just more interested in science and books than boys; that was all. She could just get this over with, and she could shut Jen up whenever she brought up her lack of experience again, which was becoming a daily occurrence.
"Wait, seriously?" Kuro asked, blinking in shock as she smiled up at him with some nervousness.
"Look, I'm going to be honest. This isn't just a reward. I'm doing this to shut Jen up and get back at someone for ignoring me. Just... stay quiet and enjoy it," Susan admitted, unzipping her jumpsuit and pulling it down past her breasts, letting them bounce free of the tight confines; her underwear couldn't go invisible, so she never wore any under her bodysuit. Almost immediately, she saw his shaft grow hard under the tight pants she had made him wear, a noticeable bulge drawing her gaze as she gulped.
Pulling his pants down, she watched his large shaft burst free immediately, catching her off guard as it flopped onto her face, her eyes widening in surprise as it rested on the bridge of her nose.
It was warm to the touch, and its heavy musk filled her nose as she breathed it in. It smelt better than she expected, and her eyes grew slightly hooded.
Looking up at him, she gently wrapped one of her hands around it, starting to stroke it as she braced herself, placing a light kiss on the side of the shaft.
She had heard a lot of stories from Jen; she had an idea of how this went.
Seeing his hands grip the arms of his chair, she felt herself grow confident. He was clearly enjoying himself. She didn't want to get any saliva on the sample, so she couldn't fully use her mouth, but she had more ways than that.
Raising herself up, she pressed her breasts together and trapped his shaft between them, bouncing up and down as she set the rhythm; she could feel her own nipples growing hard as she massaged his above-average dick with her tits. It peeked out of her cleavage as she bounced, giving him a boobjob as she blushed and looked up into his eyes.
As time passed, she felt her doubts slowly fade. She could see the appeal of this. Watching Kuro struggle to keep his composure as she pleasured him was a powerful feeling. The small grunts and tight grip on his seat filled her with unexpected pride, putting a smirk on her face as she made eye contact with Kuro.
Feeling him start to twitch, she quickly grabbed the sample tube and moved back, clutching his shaft and stroking it fast; even still, his release managed to catch her off guard as it burst out almost violently, his cum spurting onto her face and breasts.
Some snuck into her mouth, open from surprise as she accidentally swallowed the precious sample, hesitating at the salty, and yet not unpleasant, taste.
Quickly scooping up as much as possible, she put it into the tube, hoping it wasn't contaminated. There was still plenty coating her body. He'd certainly given them a large sample.
Hearing the door open, she smirked and turned to brag to Jen before she froze. She looked into Reed's eyes as he stared back at her. Reed paused, taking in the scene as she knelt between a teenage boy's legs with his cum on her breasts.
"I- this was just..." Susan stuttered as Reed walked towards her, grabbing the sample without giving her (or her still-exposed breasts) more than an idle glance.
"You got the sample? Wonderful. When you have a moment, send the rest of the data to my console. Good work, Susan," Reed mumbled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kuro. Your data has been fascinating to examine," Reed said happily, shaking Kuro's hand before he left again, completely ignoring her.
...he really didn't care about her romantically in the slightest, did he?
- Kuro -
After the awkwardness of that little meeting, Susan wasn't really in the mood for more tests or questions, quickly making excuses as she ran away.
Still, tit-job from Susan Storm? I'll take it.
"So, had fun?" Jen asks as she leads me back to Ororo, who has been catching up with Ben Grimm.
"Did you send Reed our way?" I ask, making her laugh.
"Sue needed to realise that Reed wasn't interested. Either he would get jealous, or he wouldn't care; either way, something would have changed," Jen admits with a shameless shrug.
"Huh. Eh, it's not my problem. Yes, I had fun," I admit, making her laugh. "Pleasure doing business with you, Miss Walters."
"So, indulge me. If you had to pick one of us, would you rather fuck her or me" Jen asks, making me pause, looking over at her.
"It's close; you're both drop-dead sexy… but I think I'd have to go with you. Hot blondes are pretty common, even ones as hot as Susan, but a giant green Amazon? Sign me the fuck up," I admit, making her laugh out loud.
"The skin and muscles aren't a turn-off?" Jen asks, flexing slightly as I admire the muscles.
"Seriously? First of all, Green skin is sexy. If it's good enough for Captain Kirk, it's good enough for me. As for the muscles? Only a coward is afraid of a girl who can kick their ass." I say proudly.
20 Affection with Jennifer Walters (She-Hulk) [30/100] for giving her some of her confidence back.
She hasn't been She-Hulk for very long, and she hasn't been with anyone since the accident. Right now, she is at her most vulnerable.
Easy Targets are just lining up for you, huh, Master?
"Well, we might not have time right now, but we might just have to arrange something. You can be the Space Captain, and I'll be the sexy alien," Jen laughs, patting me on the shoulder and forcing me onto one knee with the sheer force behind her blow. "Oh, fuck. Sorry! I'm still not quite used to my strength." Jen admits with a grimace.
"It's fine, no harm done," I say, waving her off.
"I'll have to make it up to you later, but let's keep that between us, yeah?" Jen says as the elevator opens, walking out of it with a sway to her hips.
Joining her, I see Ororo stand up, giving Ben and another woman a hug as she says her farewell. It takes me a moment to place the dark-skinned woman, but her gaze is what gives it away.
Alicia Masters, the girlfriend of Ben Grimm. She's pretty hot but for once… I'm not interested in her. I actually really like the Thing.
Quest Added
[Cure for Alicia]
Objective: Discover a cure for Alicia's blindness.
Reward: Increased Rep with all the Fantastic Four and others; the Thing will believe he is in your debt.
Quest Complete
[A Irregular Check-up]
Objective: Allow yourself to be examined by the 'experts' Susan Storm and Reed Richards.
Reward: One random tier-one power, one grimoire of your choice
Skill Gained
[X-ray Vision – Superpower]
Focusing allows you to see through solid objects. Your power is selective, allowing you to choose what you see through. This can be toggled at will.
Seriously, the Quest Rewards got a significant buff between Games, and the list of grimoires is unbelievably extensive. Pyromancy, cryomancy, demonology, umbramancy, and chronomancy. It just goes on and on. Even the hard magics like runecrafting and alchemy are in there.
After a moment, I make an impulse decision, picking the Grimoire for White Magic. If I know anything, it's that Healers are always accepted and protected.
[The Tome of Light]
The ultimate grimoire on the art of White Magic, holding all the secrets to the magic most commonly used by angels and clerics.
Yeah, even in worlds where magic is hated, people lovehealers.
Taking a brief moment to activate my X-ray vision, I nod internally in approval. Alisha can't see me, so as Ben looks at Jen, I take a moment to admire the Thing's girl. My new powers lets me look right through her clothing, admiring her chocolate skin and dark nipples, the slight bush of brown hair above a tight-looking slit. Ben is lucky that I like him because I wouldn't mind making her see stars.
…does the Thing have a dick?
Oh god, I should not have done that. Yes, yes, he does.
"It's been lovely speaking with you both again. We'll have to meet up again soon," Ororo says calmly. "Come on, Kuro. It's time to go home."
- Selene Gallio -
Death, as it turned out, did indeed have a sense of humour. A sick and twisted sense of humour, at that.
How could she not? To turn one of her own projects into the weapon that could mean her end? The twisted irony would even amuse her if she weren't the butt of this particular joke.
She'd done it on a whim, perhaps out of boredom, maybe even out of some minor sense of loneliness that she'd never truly admit to feeling after Eliphas's final death at the hands of Death's former agent in the mortal world during a very close call with her own mortality.
Who better for a bored tryst than someone with the same problem, Vlad Tepes, Dracula himself? One of the few people as powerful as her, who also happened to be just as bored as her.
In truth, it had started when she tried to enthral the ancient being, but he found her attempt amusing after their fight went nowhere. It was a small but passionate affair that lasted barely a few days before they were sick of each other, but it was long enough to get what she desired from their entanglement, a child carrying the blood of two of the strongest beings around.
Surely the child of both her and Dracula would be exceptional, an incredibly powerful pawn if she raised it right. A weapon to replace Eliphas as her right hand, her trusted tool. She was sure he would be the child spoken of in the Prophecy of the Black King, so confident she had twisted fate itself and turned the prophecy to suit her needs.
And then her son had been born, and he had been... utterly ordinary. No magic, no vampiric powers, nothing worth a damn. She'd tossed him away in annoyance, passing him to another of her descendants to raise, washing her hands of him.
And now he was back, a mutant mage serving as Death's Agent.
Something, perhaps Death herself, had shrouded him to her tests when he had been born, and now he would become the weapon she had wanted, but in the service to her most dangerous enemy.
Killing him would simply draw Death's wrath towards her. The primordial being may be restricted in her actions upon the mortal world. However, she could still act within those restrictions, and destroying whoever took her agent from her would be a small enough act for her to get away with it. Umar was still recovering from Death's displeasure, and Selene wasn't convinced that she had a chance of surviving.
As much as it hurt her pride, Death could destroy her with a half-hearted gesture; it was only the limitations placed on her that prevented her from destroying everyone and everything she found distasteful.
It had been a minor miracle that the Externals had survived her last Agent, that the fool had grown arrogant enough to attempt to enslave his own master, that he was stupid enough to listen to Umar's empty promises.
Kuro would grow in power, and eventually, he would come for her and all the Externals. It went without saying that she cared nothing for her fellow immortals, but she hadn't lived this long, achieved so much, just to lose it to her own son.
She needed to act and act fast. If Kuro held even a fraction of her might, he might just be a threat to her by the end of the month now that Death had awakened him.
– Bonus Scene – Shiklah –
Leaning back on her throne, she smiled to herself as she read the report.
Her rule had been wrought with rebellion, and many of the monsters still did not fully accept her as their leader despite her best efforts at leading them to safety and prosperity. She was seen as lesser for the rumours that swirled around her species.
She needed legitimacy, something to make them accept that she was their rightful ruler. She had the power and the skill; what she lacked was infamy. The past rulers who had united the monsters had been incredibly well-known, legends in their own right. She had been more or less an unknown until she claimed the empty throne.
Her first thought had been to marry someone with that fame, but her choices were slim. Monsters had been hunted for years, and the greater the infamy, the stronger the hunters that would come for you. The only real one left had almost killed her for waking him from his slumber; Dracula had simply beaten her within an inch of her life before he went back to sleep, leaving her in a puddle of her own blood, bones broken and pride crushed.
He'd done it with such horrifying ease, treating her like a particularly bothersome fly that had interrupted his nap.
She'd been ready to cancel that plan altogether, but then she'd heard something very interesting.
Vladdy was a daddy. He had a son. She'd heard of Frank Drake before Vlad had hunted and killed him, and she knew that Lilith was out there somewhere, but Dracula had another child, a young one at that.
Being married to Dracula would give her all the legitimacy she needed to rule, but Dracula had made it clear that he would erase her if she woke him up again. She was not so arrogant as to not know when a fight was unwinnable.
But the son of Dracula? That could work. He was human, but the Tepes name had power and influence even if it wasn't attached to a monster. Besides, humanity was such a fleeting thing; there were so many ways a human could become one of their number.
Now, all she had to do was find her beloved new husband and inform him of the honour he was being granted as her latest lover. His acceptance would be lovely, but it was a formality, really, not something she needed.