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IM/DC Chapter 170
🕑 Added 2024-08-06 16:52:51 +0000 UTCSurge’s Point of View
We did it! We won with minimal mutant casualties. Most wouldn’t have noticed but I did. We were losing, even with the help of Cassandra Nova and the other powerhouses we were slowly being overwhelmed until he showed up. After defeating the mutants both the unconscious mutants and Marauders were attacked by the cyborg people and doombots.
Even then, as we were being overwhelmed and on the brink of losing people both of the bigger threats were wiped out in an instant. I had no way to prove what did it but I think it was most likely that man again, the man who had been hiding his abilities the entire time. I could think faster and notice things that others didn’t, so I knew who he slept with by how their bodies tensed up around him.
It was just about everyone, not Cassandra but that made sense as she was very old. It was just me so I was more curious than anything why he hadn’t made a pass at me yet. We flew back to our base island, which was funded by the man. I walked towards my room still trying to make sense of these feelings of inadequacy I was having.
I was so distracted I didn’t notice the man coming up behind me until he placed a hand on my shoulder as we walked into his room instead. I almost asked out of curiosity how many people he slept with, but it didn’t really matter in the end. I was just happy there wasn’t something wrong with me and he finally made a move. As the door closed and his clothes disappeared I had to hold back a gasp at his perfect body. I knew I was going to enjoy the night more than he would.
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Cassandra Nova’s plans had fallen through. In an attempt to gain an army of mutants to attack her brother's stupid little island, she saw something she shouldn’t have. A god living amongst mortals. She was strong, almost impossibly strong but she could be killed. There was a limit to her power but she couldn’t see the end to the man who showed up to help them.
She thought at first he was a silly sidekick who wouldn’t have made any difference on their mission even though he acted high and mighty. His only positive attribute she noted was his appearance, she thought at the very least it was nice to have some eye candy around. That was until he fucking annihilated the enemy army she had been giving information to from the very start.
That’s why, as she opened the door to her room and saw who was waiting for her, she thought her plans had been seen through and her life was about to be taken. At least until she had her age rolled back decades and her legs placed by her ears as he plowed her freshly fertile fields with his seed. It was an hour later when he was fucking her doggy style that she finally felt something other than pleasure.
As he fucked her he pulled a plunger out of nowhere and stuck it to her head. The cursing when she realized what he had just done only interrupted as he sped up fucking her harder as he gripped the new handle. She begrudgingly let him fuck her but afterward, they would have words about what had happened and it would be made clear that it wouldn’t happen again if he disrespected her like that.
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Nakia’s Point of View
It had happened so suddenly. One minute they were fighting against Wakanda, the next they were in jail cells. All of which were more than strong enough to hold any of them with special superpowers as well. As someone who was originally part of the Dora Milaje, she knew this was most certainly not Wakanda in any way. Wakanda had very few jails and the punishment was often banishment or execution if it was a severe crime.
From what they had figured, it was only female villains who were captured, the male villains most likely being held somewhere else or killed in action. Malice thought the worst must have happened, they were captured by someone powerful enough to hold them and soon they’d be turned into sex slaves or playthings at the whims of whoever captured them.
That was all but confirmed when she heard whispered talking coming from Madam Slay’s cell then what was clearly the sound of two people having sex. That quickly evolved into what sounded like fighting, the only thing letting her know it was still two people fucking the rhythmic sound of flesh hitting flesh. Soon enough the grunts turned to pleas and cries, it sounded like Madam Slay was being tortured.
It quickly ended after that, Madam Slay’s moans being cut off as she started to loudly snore. Her body so exhausted it shut itself down the moment it possibly could. That was when the man, no I wouldn’t even say man at this point. The god appeared in front of my cells still fully naked from what he just did earlier. He said something and I could see his body instantly clean itself and my breath hitched as he spoke. My body working against me at the sight of his body.
“Well hello, miss Malice. It’s nice to finally meet you.” He gave me an offer. Either be sent to prison or sleep with him for my freedom. It didn’t take me very long to decide on the ladder, the sounds that bitch made before me already getting me in the mood. We had a thorough conversation after I agreed to fully work out the details of the arrangement going forward.
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I had a popsicle in my mouth as I watched the news and went through my messages. Most weren’t important, just multiple women asking me for a booty call, some business deals going through and then I got to the message that had me stop and reread because I hadn’t expected it. Stephanie had heard that Cassandra Cain was now expecting children in the future and she wanted kids now as well.
I was more than happy to fulfill her wishes but it got me thinking about why she picked now to have babies. She was slowly making her way up the billionaire ladder and was now one of the richest women on the planet, so why now? Was she jealous of Cass, did she want their children to grow up together? I wasn’t sure but it was probably one of those two reasons.
I quickly portal over after grabbing a bottle of wine and some flowers for her. She was already dressed down to her lingerie, I was lucky to read the message this time. Sometimes I went days without reading my messages, it just so happened that she sent this one as I was going through my other messages. I pushed her legs apart and got straight to work making another pair of babies with her.
