by Jamie Hawke
“You really have no problem with this?” Charm asked her.
Twitch shrugged. “In case you haven’t noticed yet, I get off on watching my man with other women. Or sharing a man. But we do have to make this quick, you know. Get to fighting and all that.”
Charm sighed, glanced over at that ass, and shrugged. “Fuck it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, fuck the hell out of it. But… make it hurt. That’ll teach her.”
I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I walked over, massaging my crotch to get it ready. Standing behind Metallica, this woman who had recently been trying to kill us, I did my best to ignore the signs of recent torture, trying instead to just focus on that plump, perfect ass.
Dropping my pants, I slid out my dick and started moving it along her pussy, about to put it in.
“No, not there,” Metallica said, reaching back to grab my cock and move it back and up, right to her asshole. “There. It’s clean, and I’ve been aching for a good pounding.”
It was something I’d actually never done, so I hesitated, wondering how the hell my dick was going to fit in that cute little hole. But like Charm had said, in a twisted way, I was supposed to fuck this lady and make it hurt. She wanted it, too, so who was I to argue.
A glance back showed both Charm and Twitch watching with excitement.
“Okay, here goes.” Guiding myself in, I started with just the tip, trying to make it work. She took a deep breath, and the hole loosened against my pressure. Soon I had the head in, then was working slowly to get the rest in.
“Just fuck her already,” Charm hissed. “You’re not making love to her ass!”
I bit my lip, squeezed Metallica’s ass to let her know it was coming, and plunged in. She let out a yelp, but bent over more, hands against the wall, and said, “Bring it, fucking bring it.”
So I did. Pounding fast, hard, her yelps filling the room, my balls slamming against her pussy as they rocked back and forth with each motion. It was so tight, like hands squeezing me hard and jacking it, that it only took me a little over a minute, I guess, before that recently very familiar tingling sensation took over, spreading through me, and then I was grabbing her ass, hard, and shooting my cum up inside her.
When it was over, she reached down, massaged her clit one last time, and leaned over in relief and bliss, before falling to her knees with her forehead to the wall.
“Satisfied?” Charm asked, then turned and stormed out of there.
“Wait, I…” That wasn’t fair. Was it?
“I’ll talk with her,” Twitch said as she turned and followed Charm out of there, leaving me alone with Metallica.
“If you come with us, I want your word that you’re on our side,” I told Metallica. “I mean, I don’t think we’ll be able to trust you, but having your word… it feels better at least.”
“Then you have it,” Metallica said with a smile. She leaned against the wall, running a hand along her thighs, licking her lips as she looked at me.
“Er, good,” I said, and then quickly turned and exited from there. On the way, I checked my stats and was pleasantly surprised to see that my encounter with the guy upstairs had brought me all the way up to level nine, and I had two more skill points. I paused in the tunnel, looking over my skill trees, debating.
Apparently, my camo option was fogged up. It wasn’t grayed out like the ones I hadn’t unlocked with skill points yet, but it was like I couldn’t access it. I tried, and sure enough, nothing. With a sigh, I wondered what else that would affect, but remembered our earlier theories on it all—the color wheel. We had muddied the color wheel. Or maybe it had to deal with the current situation with Charm being upset with me?
My new skill trees were intriguing, though. It seemed everything from my shield to my tempest had the metal symbol now, meaning they were different. I was partly looking forward to trying them out in battle, but also worried that I had just been starting to get to know my skills and had already thrown a wrench into the mix.
In the future, maybe sticking with a skill set for a while would make sense, which would mean settling with two to three women and not letting my dick go crazy and take over.
All that said, I still had my two skill points to work with, and another upgrade of the tempest meant an extended chain attack. I used that and applied my second to the path after what had been my hidden travel. My guess was that I’d get those paths back as they were if I played this right—maybe after Metallica’s powers worked out of my system?
This new skill was a material attack, focused on metal in its current form. It seemed this was likely the most powerful addition from adding Metallica’s powers, though I’d been hoping to be able to make those robot things she’d had. Maybe if she was part of my little harem—though I hated calling it that, I couldn’t think of another term—but I didn’t see that happening anytime soon. Not with Charm’s issues with the woman.
Before continuing on, I decided to test out the amplification qualities of the biotech suit, thanks to my recent leveling up. I ran and jumped, marveling at my new speed and the power with which I pushed myself into the air. If this kept going, I was going to be a genuine badass when I advanced to level twenty someday, or even fifty! Although, it hurt to think about how many people I’d have to kill to get there. Not something I’d feel okay with… unless they were all really bad men.
I’d had enough testing for now, satisfied that I was well on my way to being an actual super. Well, I was there, but still not truly confident in what sort of super I would be. A hero, for sure, but could I really stand on the top tiers? Was it really possible that my father was this legendary god of a super?
It was all so much to process that I decided to simply focus on the moment and get on with the mission.
The tunnel led back to the main room, where I found the Blue Lady waiting. Metallica followed a moment later, clothed in her tattered outfit again. Footsteps sounded and I turned to see Twitch and Charm, the former with an arm around the latter.
Eyeing Metallica, the Blue lady asked, “You’re taking her with you?”
Metallica clung to my arm, and I felt the need to protect her.
“Is there a problem with that?”
“Not if you want her to live, I guess.” The Blue Lady frowned, then waved us on to follow her. “My preference is to see her dead, but either way.”
Metallica bared her teeth when the Blue Lady had her back to us, but still hid at my side, clearly terrified by the woman. A glance back showed that Charm was avoiding looking my way. This was all new to me, the idea of multiple women and how to juggle it.
Whatever, I thought as we walked. My priority right now was stopping the enemy. Then we could deal with all this emotional drama. Right now there wasn’t time anyway, as the Blue Lady moved for the wall and the metal parted, forming its strange tunnel that lifted us up and transported us through the ship.
We emerged into one of the main prison rooms, one with walkways and cells, though these had clearly been much more protected than any I had seen yet. A small army was in the steps of preparing, and I glanced back at Twitch to see that she’d had the same thought as I had—check the time.
Less than thirty minutes left.
In that case, we couldn’t waste time debating our next move, so we charged the army of supers. Having the Blue Lady on our side was a huge help, as was Metallica. One minute the Blue Lady would be at my side, the next plowing through metal tunnels that sent curved blades to pierce up and out of the ground, taking down multiple supers at a time. Metallica had her robots tearing through the other side, while she formed quick bursts of metal walls to block blasts of ice and worse that came our way.
Charm had vanished, which was great but made me worried that she could get killed and I wouldn’t know where she was. Twitch did her best with boosting our stats and keeping shields on us, while occasionally throwing an enemy through a hole that she’d open up.
All of that was going on whi
le I charged out, heart thumping at the sight of at least fifty supervillains turning on us. Eyes lit up in various colors, beams of light and smoke rose from hands, and all sorts of illusions burst forth.
There seemed to be monsters climbing on the walls, snakes on the ground, demons bursting forth from the air, and here was me running into the fray like a fucking dipshit.
But my ladies were with me, and I wasn’t about to show an ounce of fear in front of them. It was time to try out my new skills. My first move was to activate my extra armor, and already I saw a change—instead of the energy shield I’d had before, metal absorbed into me from my surroundings, then formed a layer of armor that moved smooth enough, but likely made me look like my brother had when out on his Space Fleet Marine missions. Shots were bouncing off of me, so it would do.
Next, I pulled on my tempest ball of energy. As before, the darkness formed. This time, though, instead of lightning it was like liquid metal forming around the darkness, and when I sent it out into the enemy, the liquid moved like a beast with a mind of its own. It went charging through enemy after enemy until it had penetrated six of them. It then solidified, before cracking and breaking free, shattering on the ground like ice that melted and returned to the metal floor.
Those six enemies dropped dead, others around looking at me in a new light. More redirected their focus on me, but my tempest was at work, blasting through them. That is, until one stepped up, absorbing my attack and growing with it, turning metal himself.
Not good.
He charged me, arms growing into long blades, and the other enemies followed his lead, growing courageous and coming for me. The Blue Lady came to my aid, plowing through a group of them, and then redirecting her movement as some of the flyers took off after her. I had to try something else, so I tried my hidden travel, forgetting that it didn’t work like that anymore. Instead of being taken somewhere else, I sent a shockwave through the ground, resulting in metallic blades that went forward like a wave, rolling forth in successive bursts.
The large metal guy was knocked onto his ass, but quickly recovered and shouted for the charge to continue, only to see that he was the only one left from that group.
When he turned back to me, a green mist appeared on his face, and then Charm was behind him, tail wrapping around one of his legs while she worked to sweep the next. He started to fall, caught himself, and then fell over to hands and knees as he started violently vomiting. I had Charm to thank for that—likely poison—but she was gone again, moving on to another group that was focused on breaking through a wall Twitch had thrown up.
The Blue Lady dealt with her attackers, then turned to join Charm in the attack against this other group.
In a blast of metal and light, half of them were killed off, the rest thrown through holes in walls and behind new barriers, and then it was over. We might not have killed them all, but we’d cleared the room and had the access we needed.
“Your target is in there,” the Blue Lady said, then moved a hand that caused the far doors to fly open. “I hope you tear him apart, piece by piece.”
Then she was off to deal with her own issues, leaving us to our own.
“Let’s get him,” Metallica said, beaming at me. She took my hand, caressing it. “Together.”
Seeing this was the last straw for Charm, who spat on the floor before turning and walking off.
“This isn’t the time,” Twitch noted with a grimace. “I think you’re up this time, big guy. Make it quick.”
I frowned, not liking how she called me that in a demeaning way at times like this, but nodded and then jogged off.
“Charm,” I said, catching up with her around the corner, doing my best to ignore the fact that Twitch had followed, leaning against the wall and watching. “Please.”
Charm spun on me, eyes glistening. “It’s too much, okay? I was happy with you and Twitch, fine with Gale. She’s cool, but this?”
“It’s….” I didn’t really know what to say. Had I let the situation get out of control? Allowed my dick to think for me one step too far? Judging by the sorrow in her eyes, those were questions easily answered.
“You make your choice,” she demanded. “Right here, right fucking now.”
“There’s no choice,” I said. “You know that. You know I choose you, every time.”
She stared up at me, her fox ears twitching and then she collapsed into me, burying her face in my chest.
“Are we… good?” I asked after a moment of this. I didn’t want to be insensitive, but Ranger could arrive any minute.
She pulled back, nodded, and then went with me as I led her back so that we could deal with this situation.
When we returned to the other room, Metallica was the first face I saw. She smiled, but it wasn’t a friendly or sexual smile, but one of betrayal. It all made sense when my mind processed the two figures behind her—Chains and Drakonis. At least I’d made the right choice between the two, I thought as Drakonis’s head burst into flames.
“Fuck me?” Metallica said, taking an offensive stance. “No, Breaker. Fuck you.”
And then they charged in for the fight.
20
These supervillains and I were much more evenly matched now, seeing as I’d leveled up and gotten new powers since our last encounter. Even in the last few minutes, I felt my strength had improved. I’d likely gained another level from the most recent skirmish.
Metallica spoke as she charged, combined with a mixture of crazed laughter. “They were all in my way, but not anymore. Now I’ll be his top pick, at Ranger’s right hand. Especially when he knows I was the one who took you down!” Her next words echoed through the ship, metal clinking as she spoke, like many doors and walls opening. “All supervillains, you answer to me now… You will report to the deck, you will fight for your master!”
And at that point, Drakonis was nearly on me. I could feel the heat from his burning head, but I was waiting for the last minute. With a war cry, I thrust my hand down and sent up the wave of blades. Only, Metallica laughed and waved her hand so that the blades turned back on me! Charm was there, appearing and thrusting me out of the way. Her shield shattered and she was thrown back.
I landed and spun to check on her, seeing her standing with torn clothes and lines of blood on her skin, but not dead. Not even mortally wounded, from what I could tell. My next move would have to show her my appreciation, but now Chains was there, thrusting out her hands so that spiked chains shot out from her as if coming from her bones, and wrapped around me, squeezing. Had I been a lower level and weaker, or without this armor, I would’ve been dead.
“Some help here!” I shouted, feeling the squeeze, knowing my armor was about to break.
“We’ve got our own problems,” Twitch replied, running and leaping through the air, using her ability to manipulate space around her to float up and send and leave a shield behind her as Drakonis sent a blast of fire after her.
My hope turned to Charm again, but she’d cloaked. I had no idea where she was. Fighting the chains, ignoring the woman’s cackling laughter and shouts about how she was getting her revenge for what I’d done to her lover—an accident, I wanted to remind her—I racked my brain for options here. My tempest wouldn’t form as hard as I tried, and already the spikes in the chains were penetrating both my armor and whatever Twitch had given me, starting to prick my skin.
Metallica’s robots were running along the walls, leaping and trying to get to Twitch, while she looked at me with doubt. Had we come all this way for nothing?
Charm appeared directly behind Metallica, grinning, and breathed that green, poison charm onto her before ramming her claws into the woman’s throat—claws met a flash of metal that rose up in a flash, but the charm had its effect.
Coughing and cursing, Metallica stumbled away from the woman. She pointed and her robots changed course, converging on Charm.
That left Twitch to deal with Drakonis, but every time she tried to create a hole or somethin
g, Metallica was there to block it. When working with metal, this wasn’t a good enemy to have. Since my powers now all had her taint, I wasn’t doing much better.
Shouting accompanied the thuds of running feet, and Metallica turned to me with a grin. “Soon you’ll be dead,” she said, “and my friends are here to deal with your little sluts.”
“Watch your mouth,” I said, then grunted in pain. “I don’t like hitting women, but have no problem killing supervillain bitches.”
She laughed, shook her head, and spasmed as she tried to fight her urge to vomit.
Then her forces arrived. Only, at their head was Gale and the others from the resistance, and they cheered, joining in the fight against our enemies. They weren’t her forces at all, but ours. More were behind them, and I saw that they were all putting up a fight—they were being pursued, fighting the enemy behind them and the three we’d been up against.
Even the Big Guy and Plasma were there, running through the crowd to us.
“The A.I.,” Plasma shouted upon seeing Twitch, then turning to fire blasts of plasma at an enemy behind her. “They overran us and now… she’s out.”
Twitch cursed, moving to the front of the ship, where control panels and screens were laid out, and set up a couple of her screens, with the fighting going on all around.
“What’re you doing?” Charm shouted.
“My best to keep her at bay,” Twitch replied, glancing back as an image of a tall woman with straight, black hair moved through the enemy, laughing, taunting. Parts of the ship rose up to attack, moved aside and let fighters on both sides fall, then moved back with sickening crunches. Twitch made an adjustment, and for a moment the A.I. flickered out, the chaos of her attack stopping, but then she was back.
“Try to keep them off of me,” Twitch said to Charm, then glanced over at me. “Hang in there, I’m doing my best!”
I grunted, struggling, and turned to Gale. Seeing her reminded me of my early scan when debating how these powers worked, and the message that had told me I didn’t have enough powers to mix. Could that be something here? I pulled up my screen, analyzing myself, and saw the mix option. It gave me an order to the powers and had a minus button next to each.
