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IM/DC Chapter 222
🕑 Added 2024-11-15 20:58:49 +0000 UTCNova Prime was very new to her job and didn’t know how to placate someone on the same level as a god. For all she knew, I was a god, and she only knew one thing about me from where she found me: I was a lust-filled man of a god. She did her best to placate my needs but of course, she wasn’t enough. So she did what the Nova Corps always did when they couldn’t solve a problem. Throw numbers at it.
Her ebony black skin and platinum white hair made her stick out amongst her piers but all of them were very different from each other. That was the thing with alien races. Out of the eleven women who showed up to have sex with me, none looked similar… Except for the two twins from the same insectoid race Mantis was… And the two Kree women, Kree just looked similar to each other in general. Four normal-looking humans besides the two Nova Primes, a Zehoberei(Gamora’s race), two Kree women, and two Krylorians.
The problem was that most alien races had a significant flaw when it came to sex. They didn’t have the stamina humans had when it came to fucking. The blonde Xandarian came in twenty seconds, seizing so hard she knocked herself out which was the tip of the iceberg for these quick climaxing women.
Not only were they having shotgun orgasms but they could only have sex a few times before they were out of stamina as well. I started fucking one of the Krylorian girls in between the others. Next was the red-headed Xandarian. She could at least last more than a single orgasm before she was defeated sexually. I hoped this wasn’t going to be a thing going forward, I didn’t want to get to the Tamaranians and have this same problem.
I think from the shows it was clear that they could go toe to toe with humans sexually but that could have just been Starfire and Blackfire as they were the peak of their alien race. The Zehoberei looked like a more plump Gamora. Her soft curves lasted the longest so far as even ten minutes of average-paced fucking left her without cumming. It was an honor thing most likely, she didn’t want to cum as quickly as everyone else, she wanted to be the last woman standing.
The Nova Prime pair were the most stubborn. The old woman aged like fine wine but even still I de-aged her back to her peak after making sure she wanted that. Her perfect milky white skin and jet black hair complimented and contrasted against her replacement. I fucked them on top of each other as I made another cock and made it a competition to see who could last the longest without cumming.
They worked together perfectly, I could help but praise their coordination as they both bounced in tandem with each other on my cock. I laid them down and really started railing the two, forgoing the competition and just fucking them senseless. The two were crying out together and began kissing each other in the passion of the moment. I think they made a pretty cute couple.
I knew I had changed my mind about having sex with as many alien races as I could. It was clear this wasn’t as enjoyable as having sex with the heroes on Earth. I was going to focus on the more well-known heroes and only have sex with aliens that took my fancy. Krylorians were great, probably a better lay than humans but they were just all too samey for my liking.
I had chubby Gamora impaled on both my cocks as I bounced her up and down in my lap as I thought. Gamora’s home planet might have been halfway wiped out but I doubted it. Thanos wasn’t the same threat as he was in the movies as the other races would fuck him up. Two or three Green Lanterns would fuck up most of his army and could fight on par with his level of strength.
So were Gamora and Nebula his daughters in this universe? I didn’t know but probably not. The new Guardians comic was one of the few I hadn’t read. I liked the guardians, it just didn’t catch my eye. They did away with the Peter Quill version, that’s all I knew. He wasn’t a half celestial in this universe and went back to his comic book backstory with a few changes is all I knew. Spartax was a thing and it was a battle planet.
I looked over at the mess of unconscious women I left in my wake feeling somewhat unsatisfied. I was hoping they were just bad at sex because they were fodder for the Nova Corps. The de-aged Nova Prime was the first to wake up as she took a deep intake of breath and she regained consciousness. I smiled as I flipped her onto her back and gave her a kiss. I still needed to sort out an identity card and get a balance card to hold my credits.
I was too important to have the equivalent of ‘paperbacks’ for credits and I could just have a card with most on me from now on. They gave me a million credit balance as a gesture of peace, it seemed like a lot but a good ship could run you twice that much. The Milano was a 600k credit spaceship given to him by Yondu. While passable for flying it was heavily out of date and only after Rocket made upgrades could it compete with the newer more expensive models.
It was an M-class or light cruiser which was the second smallest space-traveling vessel. I would need a frigate or heavy cruiser to live comfortably or I’d be in the same situation as the Marauders were with cramped living quarters. I needed twenty or thirty million credits for a good ship… Now, did I bother earning the money fairly… Or did I just teleport over Hestia, have her figure out the networks she used, and siphon tens of millions of credits into my account?
I opened a portal to where Hestia is, I still had the instinctive connection even though she was a few galaxies away as I could talk to her normally. I wanted her true body here to work the system instead of the limited version of the software I kept on my person. She froze for a second before downloading whatever version of the Xandarian internet there was as I looked at the numbers on my card go up.
She spoke with an irritated voice. “You can call me for more than just securing you a money source. I’m siphoning credits from criminals’ bank accounts by the way. You better make this up to me, you pulled me away from a Golden Girls marathon.” She gave me a kiss before slapping me on the ass and teleporting herself back home. I had no doubts she mapped out the entire planet… Fuck! I needed a star chart and galaxy coordinate map for the Nova systems… Did I bother her with that? Nah, there was still too much I needed to do.
I began the process of purchasing a frigate. The main difference was frigates only needed a single person to fly while a heavy cruiser required at least three for full effect. I could just duplicate myself but having someone else fly it to me if I teleported to a different planet would be harder to do if I needed more than a single person… I figured I’d go and look through the slaves again for a pilot, perhaps they had a space pirate or captain that would take their freedom by becoming my taxi driver for a month or two.
