Since these chapters are no longer on the recent post list, and for some people that’s all it takes to not be able to click and read a chapter, I’m just announcing Chapter 29 is unlocked. One last chapter to go on Friday.
Author: Whizzer
The Power of Creation – Chapter 260
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“Fire!” You shout.
Pffftt…
“Glaaaaa…” Foam is dripping out of the side of Grimhilde’s mouth.
“Eeeeee…” Megara moans wordlessly in despair.
“Captain Hero! The Pussy Canons have dried up!” Ariel declares.
Your fists tighten on the wheel. “And to think, we were so close.”
“Actually, we got all of the little harpies. The remaining survivors ran away.” Ariel explains.
“Little harpies? What does that mean?”
Ariel points behind the ship, and you look to see one massive harpy left. You blink a few times as your eyes adjust to its size. It’s a massive naked woman. Calling her massive isn’t saying she’s like the giantess Kida. Rather, she’s even larger than Mushu or Mulan when they’re in dragon forms. Her tits, while only about the D’s on a regular woman, are about the size of the entire airship each. Your mouth falls open.
“That’s one big bitch!” You shout.
“Daaaaamnnn you… huuumaaaaans.” Her voice cries out, but it sounded like talking was not natural for her. “I KIIIILLLLL ALLL Huuumaaaans.”
“The harpy queen likely doesn’t have the same weaknesses as her spawn!” Ariel declares. “A little water won’t bring her down.
“Well, yeah, even if it knocks her to the ground, she’s barely flying as is!” You cry out.
Although the harpy queen has wings, they barely can get it off the ground. That’s to say it is flying fifty meters off the ground, but when you compare it to her over all size, if she suddenly lost flight the subsequent fall would be the equivalent of jumping down from a playground set, hardly a fall to the death. However, the harpy queen was a beautiful creature, just like all of her minions. Each flap of the wings caused the hill sized breasts to bounce up and down. The slapping of her tits as they came down her chest were sufficient to create a thunderous clap each time she flaps towards them.
“There is only one way this is going to end.” You sigh.
“Hero?” Ariel asks.
“I’m going to go fight it, and buy you all time to escape.”
“Fight? Isn’t that the wrong “f” word?” Ariel muses.
“…” You sigh. “Sometimes, I think you know me too well.”
Activating a flying spell, you take off from the side of the airship, heading toward the massive monster.
“Gigapenis, activate!” Your pants explode off of you as a massive thing appears in front of the harpy queen.
It stops racing forward, noticing a massive object blocking its path. It looks curiously down at it.
“Whaaaats daaaat?” The giant looks down at the massive thing jutting from your small flying form, so complete oversized that from a distance it just looks like a giant floating cock and balls.
“Your defeat!” You declare proudly.
You turn and spin, sending the cock into a side sweep as the harpy bends over to examine your junk. It hits the side of the harpy’s face with a clap. Although the harpy is the size of a small mountain, the dick comparatively is still larger. This is a dick that fucks planets. It’s still the length of the Harpies arm and as thick as half of her head. Being struck by that hard-massive thing immediately knocked the lights out of the already barely sentient monster queen.
It falls to the ground, stumbles and then trips over a small hill. As luck would have it, it lands on its knees, with its butt up in the air. The harpy immediately tries to bring itself back up, pushing with its arms. Before it can do so, you charge penis first. Your gigadick impales her, remarkably sliding into the path of least resistance, her giant pussy! As a siren-like species that depends on seducing humans and other monsters, harvesting their cum for babies, and then eating the rest… this massive harpy is as built for sex as all the little ones.
Although the vaginal hole isn’t a real sex organ for the harpy, the harpy naturally evolved to take the phallus of a large variety of monsters. Despite their small bodies, a harpy could survive bring impaled by a giant’s cock. The inside womb being replaced with a massive gooey pouch that can expand up to their chest and tighten at will. Unlike your other girls, this is a bitch that can take even the gigadick! You let out a moan as it slides all the way in. To your shock, you find yourself only a few meters away from a massive gaping maw surrounded by pussy lips, currently filled with your dick. Had the harpy queen just been a little larger, you might have ended up going inside!
The sensation of 99.999% of your body mass being squeezed inside this tight pussy is indescribable. It is completely unlike the skyhole, which only was only a tight ring or pressure that ran up and down your gigadick. Of course, with the dick shoved into the harpy down to her chest, it also served to pin her down to the ground.
“Naaaaa….. sooooo ffuuuuulll” The harpy lets out an orgasmic cry, enjoying the filling of having it’s vaginal pouch filled to the brim, the stretching feeling being an experience harpies rarely feel with their universal pussies.
Still, harpy’s have pussies designed to please the male fucking them. In a normal feeding, a harpy would swoop down while the entranced male whips out his dick. She mounts him and gives him intense pleasure before biting and eating him alive while still fucking him. If she was lucky, he’d cum, which would result in her cocooning and forming more creatures.
However, you had knocked this big bitch over with your cock before sliding it from behind. This was a disadvantageous position for the harpy queen. With her face shoved into the ground, she had no choice but to take it as you used your whole body to slide in and out of her. Naturally, as a flying little person at the end of a massive gigapenis, this is performed magically and you don’t feel any discomfort. From Ariel’s distance, it only looks like a giant winged harpy bent over a hill moaning as a disembodied massive dick pounds her cunnie.
“Ahhnnn… gooooooddd….. c-c-cuummmmming!”
Harpy lust bursts forth from the pussy lips as your dick pounds in roughly. You stop short of going the last few meters, letting out a breath of relief. Only a few feet in front of you is essentially a waterfall of gooey pussy juice. If the pussy canons smelled pungent before, this smelled like dunking your head in a barrel of sex! Had this harpy queen been more of a squirter, you might have been washed away by the torrent of lady cum. You narrowly avoided become drenched in pussy!
“I’m cumming!” You declare, reaching your limit in the given situation.
“Yyeeeeesss…. Ccuuuuum!” The beast howls.
Of course, you have no intention of impregnating a queen and making more queens. Harpy’s grew by fucking and eating humanoid creatures. If they got the seed, they’d cocoon and multiply. Then, they would eat again. Basically, as they grew bigger and bigger, there drive to procreate would increase. They’d be less inclined to eat and more inclined to fuck. So young harpies might eat a victim only a few seconds into the sex process, giving the man no time to cum, while a full developed harpy might go for ten minutes before eating, hopefully given the helpless man time to deliver her seed before she eats him and cocoons. A harpy queen forms when a harpy never manages to get a man to cum.
Basically, this harpy had a series of bad luck, fucking men who were afraid or cum shy, and thus it ate without ever going through a division. As it grew, it became too scary for men to want to mate with it, and eventually, it got too big to mate entirely. Thus, this queen harpy grew out of eating countless wayward travelers, while never getting to procreate like the other harpys. As to how long it took to get that size and how many men it had to eat, that’d be anyone’s guess. At its current size, however, if it did cocoon, it’s offshoots would undoubtedly already be large enough to be considered queens of their own right.
Of course, you consider this into your calculations, and come inside the creature anyway. The harpy queen moans orgasmically as it feels itself being filled with man-cum for the first time in its many years of life. Finally, this queen would fulfill its duty and be able to procreate. This was the happiest day of its life. You keep pumping it full of cum, the creature waiting to cocoon once you stop filling it up. A bright smile glistens its face, and you have to avoid another torrent of pussy waterfall.
You’d been listening to your own women orgasm for the last six hours without doing anything, so you have a lot of built up stress. This almost mindless queen is just the ticket. The last time your gigapenis came, it created a tsunami large enough to create its own spinoff franchise. Of course, you limited the amount of cum this time, but even 1/100th that amount would be more than a single creature could contain.
With your dick as the cork, you kept cumming and cumming. The queen roars and squirms as more and more hot sticky white stuff is pumped into it. It’s pouch which could store literally tons of cum quickly filled to the brim. The more cum inside it, the more pleasure it felt. With this much cum, it could divide 100 times, no, a thousand times. In the blink of an eye, the entire army you painfully destroyed could be renewed by this single queen. Still, more cum raced forth. Your cock injects it so deeply and blocks the only exit, so the cum has no place to escape. Soon, the harpy queen starts to swell up, the cum exceeding the capacity of the pouch. Cum starts to leak out its mouth, its ears, its eyes.
It’d be a gruesome sight, except the harpy feels no pain, only the most wonderful pleasure it has ever felt in its life. Harpies are designed to feel pleasure upon contact with semen, and the more semen, the more pleasure. with the amount pumped into this poor creature, she was feeling an orgasm a hundred thousand times more powerful than anything her sisters got to feel. Even if death immediately followed, the nearly mindless creature didn’t care, it was in perpetual bliss.
“Aiiiiiii…. Thhhhhheeeeeee beeeeeeestttt…. Iiiii Looooovvveee smmmmaaaaaalllll huuuummmaaan!”
Just as it manages to get that out, the overflow capacity is reached and broken. The harpy explodes in a violent eruption like a popped balloon. From the airship, as Ariel unstraps all the shivering and partially unconscious women, she sees a giant white mushroom cloud. A few moments later, something warm splashes on her cheek. She reaches up and touches it, it’s white sticky stuff she is very familiar with. More of it starts falling down until it turns into a downpour.
Naturally, it is cum. The cumfall rains down for about thirty minutes until if finally stops. By the time it’s done, as far as the eye could reach looks like it has been covered in foam or perhaps snow. You inadvertently impregnated ten women in nearby villages during the subsequent cumstorms, but you wouldn’t learn about those baby mommas until much later.
The Power of Creation – Chapter 259
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“Nyaaa!” The last harpy falls from the sky while making an erotic victory sign, its face covered in white spooge and a grin on its face.
Ariel runs to you on the deck, only slipping two or three times on the various cum piles that have covered the entire ship. It looks like winter, except the white stuff isn’t snow.
“There are even more of them coming from behind!” She warns.
“Damn it!” You curse, “They just keep coming! Will it never end?”
Grimhilde, who had been pouting below with the other demon lords for the last three hours during this battle finally made her way on deck. She carefully avoided the cum as she made her way over with her dress up in her hands, although her eyes were saying that she wanted to leap into the cum and make cumangels. There was no ending her addiction now.
“My love, you’re fighting… harpies?” Grimhilde’s eyes flash. “Don’t tell me you’ve been using your sperm, have you?”
“Yeah, well, the girls didn’t want to use the milk?” You sigh.
Grimhilde shook her head in agitation. “No, no… that’s not it. Harpies are a really strange creature! They’re sirens of the air, but the way they reproduce is by… coming in contact with male seed.”
“Say what now?”
“Their skin absorbs cum! They use that to become pregnant! That’s why they make erotic sounds when you shoot them. You’ve been giving them an all they can eat breeding frenzy!”
“B-but they fall!” You gasp. “I’ve been impregnating and murdering pregnant harpies!”
“No, hero, as soon as they become pregnant, they go into a cocooned state. By the time they reach the ground, they’re already incased in a protective barrier. After about 30 minutes, the casing breaks open, and five or six new harpies emerge! Please, hero, tell me! How many harpies have you blasted with your cum?”
“Oh… I don’t know…” You count on your fingers. “50-60…”
Grimhilde breathes in relief. “Oh, that’s not too bad.”
“Thousand…”
“What!? Did you say 50,000?”
“Well, they keep coming!”
“That’s because so do you!” Grimhilde cries out, “We’re doomed! That’s like a quarter million harpies! Do you know what they’ll do? Even with their obvious weakness they could wipe out half the world!”
“So… you’re saying don’t cum on them…”
“My love! You’re very cute some of the time and with all this cum around me I feel like I’m floating in heaven, but please take this seriously!”
“The only other liquid we have is milk…” You sigh.
“Then use the damn milk!”
“Hey, criminal, we’re out of milk!” Moana shouts. “A dirty Jasmine needed extra cleaning, Geheheheh…”
“You, stop touching my little sister that way, you creep!” Elena shouts followed by a slapping sound.
“Hey, you don’t understand, I’m pro-tiny!”
“That’s the problem!”
You ignore the fighting coming from the door and turn back to Grimhilde. “No milk.”
Grimhilde sniffs. “Well, you’re going to have to come up with something.”
You lower your head with a nod of acceptance. “I understand. Grimhilde, I’m going to need your help. You… and all the other girls.”
Grimhilde grins. “Finally, you put trust in us demon lords. It’s about time.”
A few moments later.
“Ahhhh! You bastard! This isn’t what I had in mind!” Grimhilde screams from the side of the ship.
“This is so naughty!” Medusa muses. “I could never be so lustful as to think of this.”
“Release this great one! She can’t stand for this humiliation.” Mulan cries.
“As expected of Warrior… hah hah hah…” Snow White has a dirty look on her face. “Turning even battle into a way to embarrass me.”
“If this is what is required to fight, I will do my best as Rookie commands.” Kida mutters, but her eyes are closed and she seems to be trying to abandon her brain.
There is a low buzzing noise sounding out throughout the ship. Along the sides of the ship are each woman, laid out over the edge like you had once taken Tiana, except it isn’t their head hanging off the edge, but their pussy. Their bodies are in contraptions that looks a bit like human-sized crossbow without the string, their legs are tied up and spread into V’s, baring their pussies to the outside of the ship.
There also appears to be an apparatus on their pussies, a small thing touches their clit, vibrating vigorously, while a dildo on a hinge is ramming them erotically. In essence, over twenty harem girls are strapped along the sides of the ship with their pussies lined up like canons. This is the ultimate in aerial warfare, the newly designed pussy canon!
Only two girls have been spared. The first is Jasmine, who has been regulated to drink duty. She runs around, giving the girls water to drink. You, of course, are able to summon some glasses of water to keep your women hydrated. You aren’t cruel, after all. As to why you didn’t just summon water to wash out the harpy menace. That’s a good question with a very logical answer.
The second girl who was spared is actually Ariel, who is standing…
“You’re seriously not going to explain it!” Mulan cries out.
Ariel is standing by you. In front of her is some kind of computerized control panel. You’re showing her how to use it.
“Sigh… they’re really not…” Grimhilde reserved herself for being used as a pussy canon, at least when this was all over she could lick the deck clean to cheer herself up.
“Oh… what’s this button do?” Ariel touches a button.
“Aiiiii!” Nala screams out, a second later a burst of squirted lust shoots out fifty feet from the ship, a spray of it being caught in the wind like seamist or a dolphin blow while the rest falls harmlessly down.
You nod. “The girls are all hooked up to devices that stimulate them sexually. Using a technique I developed, they are denied orgasms until you flip the switch. Then, all their sexual lust comes out at once and they shoot. Of course, I’ve amplified the effect with magic several times, so they’re squirting is top notch.”
“Ooo… can I be strapped to one?” Ariel asks excitedly.
“Maybe later, for now, I need you to man the canons. You’re going to be fighting off the harpies. You got to launch just as a harpy comes nearby. The girls don’t have my surefire aim, so when they pop, it’s more like a shotgun blast with lady mist, so you should be able to hit any harpy within fifty meters. Remember that once you shoot a pussy canon, it’s gonna take her a few minutes to recover. I’ve sped things up again, so these bitches will be squirting like crazy, but try not to overuse any pussy.”
“Yes, hero…” Ariel nods excitedly.
“Alright, first mate Ariel, are you ready to make two dozen women squirt buckets?” You ask.
Ariel salutes. “Yes, Captain Hero! I was born for this!”
“I’ll take the helm, fire on my mark!”
You leap behind the wheel and start turning he ship, readying to head back into the countless waves of harpies approaching.
“P-prince… please… you don’t have to do this, this is crazy!” Ursula shouts out in one last desperate attempt.
“Sorry, no time to back out now!” You spin the wheel turning the ship just as a wave of harpies descend.
The shot is perfect, ten some pussies aimed at about fifteen attacking naked women, you mean harpies.
“First mate Ariel! Fire the pussy canons, Starboard side!”
“Ahhhhh!”
“Mmmmm… oooo. Fuck!
“It’s coming out!”
“Ah, I can’t hold it in!”
“C-c-c-cummming!”
A moment later, ten vaginas erupt in a spray of pussy juice. It smacks into the harpies like a wave. Instead of making cute moaning noises, they howl in anguish as they collapse from the sky, likely falling to their deaths for real this time. A musky feminine scent fills the air, female mist drifting over the ship like gunsmoke. You hear gasping and moaning as the ten women set off recover.
“Good!” You shout, seeing the first wave defeated. “Only 250,000 to go!”
Twenty-four women start to weep.
The Power of Creation – Chapter 258
Anyone curious, WoW Chapter 28 is unlocked. 29 and 30 unlock Wednesday and Friday, as originally planned.
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Bam! Bam!
Two harpies got sprayed in the face, causing them to suddenly plummet down to the Earth below. “Nnnnaaaa!!!”
“Do-do they have to make those moaning noises when they get hit?” Elena asks, blushing.
“There is another, five o clock!” Ariel calls out, pointing, very enthusiastically aiding you.
You aim your dick in that direction. A harpy just manages to jump onto the deck. With a blast of force, white stuff strikes the harpy. As white stuff rolls down its smooth luscious skin, it lets out a moan. Its hands grab its nipples and twists them. You crank up the force, shooting another wad of baby batter. This time, it’s enough force to knock the harpy off the side of the ship. It moans orgasmically as it plummets to its death.
“Why do they twist their nipples, doesn’t that hurt?” Jasmine asks, walking up from the lower deck.
“J-Jasmine! Wh-what are you doing out here?” Elena cries.
“Eh? Everyone is making a commotion. I wanted to show Savior my swimsuit, what do you think?”
Jasmine is wearing a single piece navy blue swimsuit which had a white bar on the front. As to where she found this thing, no one could guess, but it was the titular example of a Japanese school swim suit. With her twitching cat ears and swishing tail, she looked the picture of innocence. The weabo Megara and the tiny-con Moana are naturally the most affected.
“So-so cute!” Megara cries.
“I want to eat her up!” Moana adds.
However, Jasmine ignores them and is more focused on you and the commotion at the front of the ship. “What’s savior have in his hand? He seems to be aiming it at naked women and white stuff is coming out. I want to see! What’s going?”
“No!” Elena, Aurora, Merida all shout at the same time, racing to block her view.
“Why are you guys blocking! I want to look! They’re making funny noises. What are they doing? What is savior doing? Why are they twisting their nipples?”
“I don’t know!” Elena cries, trying to cover Jasmine’s eyes. “They must enjoy pain! Never let anyone touch your nipples.”
“I-it doesn’t always hurt…” Merida suddenly speaks up, before blushing. “If you touch them the right way.”
“Eh?” Elena declares. “It always hurts. Nipples aren’t meant to be pulled and twisted like that!”
Aurora gives a small smile. “Well, it can hurt, but it can feel really good too. H-has hero-san not given you nipples attention?”
“What? No… nipples? He’s never touched them, if they really felt good, why would he-“ Elena’s eyes suddenly fall flatly on Merida and Aurora’s chests, losing their light. “Oh…”
“What’s going on? Does savior play with nipples too? Come on, let me see!” Jasmine was still struggling as the other women blocked her vision.
“I-it’s probably just a coincidence…” Aurora looks away innocently.
“M-maybe it doesn’t feel good if you don’t have big boobs?” Merida ponders.
Elena looks back and forth between the two women teary eyed before glaring at you, still taking pot shots at harpies. “Sweetheart! Wh-why have you never played with my nipples!”
“Eh, what?” You turn, but just as you turn you forget to turn off the hose.
“Ahhh!”
“Ehhh!’
“Daddy!”
As you turn, a spray of white rockets across the ship and slams into three unsuspecting women. By the time you think to shut off the drip, there are three cum-drenched woman standing there with white stuff dripping down their bodies. It was a rather impressive load for a shot fifty feet away.
“You-you!” Aurora glares, her dignity completely soiled by her soiled body.
“Daddy…” Merida lifts up her hand, white stuff dripping everywhere she tries to wipe.
“I’m all dirty…” Elena cries tearfully.
“Wh-what’s this?” Jasmine asks.
It was then that the three women split, a forth girl is on the floor. The little cat girl in her bathing suit is covered from head to toe in white stuff. She is looking at some white stuff on the back of her hand. She raises it up to her face and sniffs, then she stickd her tongue out to lick it like a cat licking it’s paw.
“No!” Everyone shouts at once.
“H-h-hero-san! What have you done?” Aurora accuses.
All the women turned to you, your dick still hanging out an on display for the little girl covered in white.
“I… have no excuse.” You look down.
Moana walks up hesitantly. “I… you’re the father of my children. I knew you’re a criminal, but I failed to arrest you. In a way, I’m as guilty as you are.”
Since Moana became pregnant, her feelings towards your tiny ways were more tolerant, and this was her attempt to comfort you.
“That’s… not helping…” You sigh.
“I don’t get it? What’s wrong? Why is the mood so heavy?” Jasmine asks, “Oo… it’s gushy and warm… hehehe.”
Jasmine splashes innocently in the white stuff.
“She’s so innocent! It’s adorable!” Megara cries.
“To think… hero-san would do that to her…” Merida couldn’t bear to look any longer.
“Wait! We can work with this!” You declare. “She doesn’t know, so her innocence as been maintained! Quick, Moana take her back down and clean her off!”
Moana’s eyes turn to stars. “With pleasure!”
“Jasmine!”
“Eh? Savior?” Jasmine snaps to attention.
“You just got hit with magical unicorn cream from the… eh… magical land of um… spooge! I’m using the unicorn cream to fight the evil… naked… um… sluts. You must wash it off you immediately or you may end up turning into a slut yourself. Only sluts get the cream! And It’s coming from my crotch because… um… I shoot from the hip?”
Jasmine’s eyes brighten. “Re-really? Savior is saving us again! I certainly won’t become no slut!”
Everyone let’s out a breath of relief as Jasmine stands and pumps her hand, unbelievably accepting your blatant lies with the blind innocence of a child. You turn back away, wiping the cold sweat from your face as you start to fight the next wave of harpies. Meanwhile, Moana takes Jasmine away to wash her in milk, the only available cleaning solution, even if it felt like fighting fire with fire. The other girls follow behind, also needing a milk bath.
“You guys all know I’ve walked in on you all having sex hundreds of times. I’ve lost my innocence a long time ago and am just waiting for him to take my virginity. I’m well aware I saw Savior’s penis and now I’m covered in his semen, right?” Jasmine suddenly mentions out of the blue, tapping her lip. “Now that I’ve received a cumshot, I wonder how long until he just fucks me already?”
“…”
It turned out it wasn’t Jasmine who was being naïve… but everyone else.
Tales of an Enchantress – Chapter 42
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“Another world?” I breathed out the words in complete shock.
Immediately, the armored hero slapped the arm of the man next to him, looking slightly flustered while shaking his head. This was clearly not something the hero wanted being passed around. Meanwhile, Isaac only seemed to grin, crossing his arms like he had won the argument.
Fanreek snorted. “Another world? There hasn’t been someone from another world in over a thousand years!”
“I speak the truth!” Isaac defended.
Fanreek turned to me, noticing my complex emotions and shook his head. “Don’t get too excited girl, every decade some trainer comes out claiming he’s personally training a hero from another world. Every decade, it’s proven to not be true. Even some of the great trainers were so hopeful of going down in history that they let some lord or noble convince him they’re the next real thing! I never would have thought a man like Isaac would fall for this crap.”
“Tsk… say what you will. Bryson, come, let’s show them your talents and let them eat their own words.”
I was looking at Bryson, a man from another world. Despite Fanreek’s warning, I was already letting hope shoot through me. There was no saying that another world meant my world. Either way, it was still someone else like me, someone stuck in a world they didn’t belong. I instantly felt a camaraderie with this strange man. Bryson, on the other hand, seemed embarrassed by his master. He had his head lowered, and I realized he might not be comfortable with girls in general.
“Isaac Trevus…” Fanreek shook his head as his eyes followed the pair leaving. “What a ridiculous claim. Well, if the boy was trained by him, he won’t be weak at least.”
I could only give Fanreek a wry smile. He seemed to believe that other world travelers were basically a myth. Although he had seen my stats, he, like most, had assumed I was the product of a wealthy lord blowing Orbs of Raimer. If a woman like me did exist, it’d be assumed most of her special skills were useless, since she hadn’t done anything drastic to earn them. Ten special skills around cooking weren’t going to make a housewife a hero.
At best, I could be a spy in training or something of the like. However, after seeing most of my skills, I look more like a concubine than anything. Either way, even with my status that belonged on a monster, they couldn’t allow themselves to entertain the idea I came from another world. Other worlders were legends and myths, not people who walked around, certainly not a slave in a collar.
The room finally started to calm down as Isaac lead Bryson to one side of the makeshift ring, while the muscle man stood on the other side being encouraged my his friends. They were each handed a wooden sword. The sword looked slightly too large for Bryson’s hands, making it a wonder when he was able to hold it without tripping over. On the opposite side, the muscular man made the sword look too small. He looked down on it with disdain, clearly used to something far heavier.
“Alright! Here’s a fight between Recco and Bryson. No kill hits. Special skills allowed. First one who can’t stand back up loses! Ready? Go!”
As soon as the bartender finished, an explosion of light surrounded Recco, the muscular man. It wasn’t clear what he did, but it was clear he was activating some special skill of his. That’s what made most fights in this world so exciting. You never knew what tricks other people had up their sleeve. Even a simple housewife could have a skill the equivalent of a nuclear bomb. Admittedly, that was unlikely to happen unless she had led a very strange life.
The hero Bryson moved forward in a dash, his swords slamming down on Recco. The hit struck Recco dead center, but a moment later it bounced away. Bryson immediately jumped back while Recco let out a laugh, gaining confidence. Several of the men around him also chuckled. The hit would have certainly been an instant KO on a normal person, but Recco’s spell must have made his skin as tough as armor. I couldn’t even say for sure if a real sword would have been able to cut through it.
Recco chopped his sword down, and Bryson had to dive to the side to avoid the strike. Compared the Bryson’s fluid movements that resembled a dance, Recco’s movements were crude. However, every step was filled with power and strength. Recco chop cut through the air, making an echo-like boom as it stopped short of the floor. My mouth fell open in a gasp. Just how strong was a sword strike that broke the sound barrier? At the tip of the blade that stopped just short of the floor, there was a concentric circle where the dirt was displaced. The air struck the floor with such force it had pushed ears of grime away like a power washer.
Bryson immediately struck Recco’s shoulder before he could turn. He swung again, another cracking swipe. Although Bryson dodged it, he still looked like he had been hit, bouncing back a few feet.
“It’s not every day you get to watch a fight between two third classers.” Fanreek stroked his chin in interest.
“Third classers?” My eyebrows rose as I considered the power structure of this world.
“Low-level ones…” Fanreek murmured, “Isaac’s boy only just reached third class. He’s probably at 61. Recco’s a tougher opponent. He’s got around level 70.”
I twisted my lips. These weren’t even as strong as it goes! These were men slightly more powerful than a standard soldier. Perhaps in the army, they might have been lieutenants. One looked to be an Adventurer, while the other was an other worlder. How long ago had he come to this world? Was it the same time I did? If it was, he was leveling far faster than me.
“What is master’s level?” I asked curiously.
Fanreek coughed. “Don’t you know it’s impolite to ask your master their level?”
“Mm…” I made a noncommittal comment. “I’m just curious how people compare.”
Fanreek gave a sigh. “If you’re curious. You have Analysis. Why don’t you do it?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that considered rude? Especially for a slave…”
“It’s impolite for friends and allies to Analyze each other, true. but your opponents in a tavern hardly counts!”
I nod, curiously using my Examine on Recco, Bryson, and then Isaac in turn.
“85!” I let out a surprised noise as I saw Isaac’s status appear before my vision.
Neither Recco nor Bryson seemed to notice me as they fought. Bryson still dodged wildly, taking several stabs at Recco, while Recco was becoming more cocky, swinging wide hits that failed to hit the sprier man. However, Isacc turned to me and gave a mischievous grin as if he was well aware I had peeped. Fanreek only rolled his eyes.
“That old man is an abnormality. He’s got about 10 levels on me, but if we were in a fight I could hold my own.” Fanreek explained. “So, what about the other two men?”
“Recco is as you said, a level 70. He likes it when women demean him and likes to be peed on.”
“What was that last part?”
“Nothing, Master. Bryson… I can’t tell. His information is false.”
“Hmm… well… he must have some kind of means of protecting his identity. Fortunately, a man like me can see right through him. He’s Bryson, a level 61 swordmaster.”
“Of course, Master.”
I nodded and agreed with Fanreek, although my eye was twitching slightly. I saw the same information that Fanreek saw. A 22-year-old boy named Bryson with 15 skills, a third rank swordmaster. Presumably, his first rank was a warrior and his second was a swordsman. However, next to every piece of information in my vision was the word “fake”. Was it because my examine was high level? Or was it because I developed a Manipulation Art? Whoever this boy was, he wasn’t as simple as Fanreek suggested. I was deeply curious about him.
The crowd was starting to get restless. The last two minutes had been Bryson dancing around and Recco swinging wildly. This wasn’t the crash of titans most of the spectators had been hoping for. However, between the two of them, it was clear Recco was becoming the most annoyed. He was breathing hard. If the fight continued this way, it would be Bryson’s win. Maybe Bryson was waiting for his defense to wear out. Either way, I was a little disappointed. This was hardly the hero-like victory I was expecting.
“Come on! Is this all you have? So, much for some great hero…” Recco tried to tease Bryson, trying to force him to make a mistake. “Aren’t you really pathetic?”
The warrior Bryson stopped for a second and looked back at his Master. Isaac’s grin grew and he shot out a thumbs up. The warrior nodded and turned back to Recco. Recco straightened his legs and raised his weapon, now becoming wary for whatever move Bryson was preparing to take. Bryson leaped out at Recco. If his movements before we fast, his movements now were something I couldn’t even see. It was clear Recco was being struck by the sword, but it was also clear that he couldn’t see how. His body just kept making thumping noises and he kept being pushed back.
The man quickly grew enraged at being struck over and over again with movements so fast he could barely see them, even if those movements couldn’t get past his defense. He made a swing with his sword. Suddenly, Bryson’s attacks shifted, and all of his efforts hit Recco’s hand. Recco resisted for a moment, but within that moment, Bryson had smacked each of his fingers. And final hit on the back of his hand and his sword fell to the floor. Bryson kicked it away before Recco could bend over and recover it.
This further enraged Recco, whose face turned completely red with frustration. While it was true Bryson had struck him nearly a hundred times now, he faced very little damage. However, from the beginning, this still had felt like a one-sided fight. Now that he was disarmed, it was shown that outside of this special skill of his, he really had nothing on Bryson. Some men might have surrendered at that point, by Recco dug in his heels and lunged forward. Choosing to completely ignore Bryson’s attacks, he went to grab Bryson, trying to pin him down.
With the reasoning that as soon as Recco had an arm on Bryson, Bryson would be able to dodge him any more, he lunged forward. Bryson quickly ran out of retreated space and a moment later was pinned to the ground. This was the moment that everyone was waiting for. There was cheering as Recco mounted Bryson, raising his fist to start punching. Now that Bryson was on the ground, there was no means for him to defend himself from Recco’s brutal offense. His advantage was clearly agility, and with that restrained, Bryson, the hero, had nothing left.
He threw his fist down, a hit directly into Bryson’s masked face. It might have not been the brightest hit from a fighting method, but if he smashed Bryson’s helmet off, it’d have been a more impressive victory for himself. It was Recco’s way of vindicating himself after the embarrassing display earlier. His fist traveled down as Bryson desperately lifted a hand to block. As the two met, everyone assumed Bryson’s delicate hand would break. However, a second later, Recco’s fist stopped dead in Bryson’s palm.
It was only at this moment I could see a slight green tinge around Bryson’s hand. He had activated some kind of special skill. Recco, after getting over the shock of his hand stopping, started pushing down, trying to force Bryson to give. However, even as veins began to pop from his neck, Bryson’s hand remained perfectly steady, not giving even an inch. Bryson pushed, and the force of it shoved Recco off of him. Recco was still an experienced adventurer and immediately rolled, ending up back on his feet just as Bryson stood up.
“You bastard!” Recco growled angrily.
Bryson shook his head, looking down at his glowing hand as he opened and closed his fingers. “I still needed to use a special skill in the end.”
It was the first time I had heard the man speak. His voice sounded like a blend of masculinity and silk. It was a voice that could easily cause women to swoon over him.
“You think this is over?” Recco cursed, reaching out.
There was another flash, and an ethereal Warhammer appeared in his grip. Unlike the wooden swords, this thing looked very deadly. A few men made shouts of surprise and backed up, while other caught in bloodlust shouted excitedly, waiting for blood to be drawn. Recco immediately slammed the war hammer down, intending to crush Bryson in a single strike.
Bryson’s hand was still glowing, and he instantly covered the distance to Recco, avoiding his long reaching war hammer and striking very close. As soon as the green glowing hand struck Recco in the stomach, the green dispersed, looking like it went into Recco’s body. The Warhammer in his hand exploded like glass, disappearing into light particles. Recco himself went flying back, slamming into the bar counter. Had he been a smaller man, this might have broken his back.
Instead, Recco collapsed in a heap on the floor, his eyes already closed as he fell into unconsciousness. The crowd remained silent, staring in wonder as the escalating fight was finished in seemingly an instant. Bryson reached up with one hand, pulling off his helmet. The person under the helmet shook out his long blonde hair. He had blue eyes, pale skin, and delicate features. He looked like an immaculate beauty. No… he looked like a hero.
The crowds burst into a roar! Many men started shouting out for the hero. The room exploded in chaos. However, I barely noticed any of it. As soon as I laid eyes on him, my heart starting beating rapidly. Looking at Bryson, I felt something that I never expected I’d feel again. My skin felt on fire, my lungs couldn’t get enough breath, and my body felt floaty. In that exact moment, I realized that I was in love at first sight.
Bryson suddenly shivered. He had the sudden impression that someone dangerous was eyeing him. It was the feeling he’d have had if his most hated enemy had seen him in the crowd, locked on, and planned to stop at nothing to kill him. It was the feeling of a predator finding him as its prey, and it was currently stalking from the bushes waiting to strike. However, no matter how much he looked around, he felt no killing intent nor murderous auras. What demon assassin could lock on to a target while emitting no killing intent? Bryson didn’t know, and as truth would tell, it’d be better if he never found out.
The Power of Creation – Chapter 257
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You pull up a telescope and glance through it to observe the objects in the distance. The enemies appear to be coming closer.
“What do you see, hero?” Ariel asks anxiously.
“Tits.” You respond.
“Eh?” Aurora speaks up. “Is the euphemism for something?”
“Tits is tits! I see tits! Boobies. Hooters, Bouncy Bongos!” You declare.
“My lord isn’t being facetious.” Mushu pipped in, “My dragon sight can see them, winged female beasts are approaching from the rear.”
“Beasts?” You mutter, “They look like hot naked bitches with wings? Why are they our enemy? I say I give them a greeting with my penis.”
Mushu gives a wry smile. “I wouldn’t recommend that, My lord, these beasts are a monster known as a harpy!”
“A harpy!” Merida cries out. “I’ve never fought a harpy before. Are they as dangerous as the people say?”
“Harpies? Aren’t they the ugly horned girls with disturbing tits? These women all look hot and perfectly fuckable,” You mutter.
“You don’t get it, daddy, that’s how these beasts work. They look like angels, but they’re really devils. Men struggle to fight or attack them. Some even try to capture or violate them… that’s when the harpy’s swarm and kill. There outer appearance is a rouse there to get you into a false sense of security. They’re basically the sirens of the sky.”
“Plus, their boobs are fake.” Mulan adds, landing and returning to her human form.
“What are you doing back here? We’re still being chased!” You demand.
“Ah! Master, this great one tried, but the Harpy’s are impervious to fire!”
“Useless!”
“Oh… well why don’t you ask STEVE to fight them?” Mulan shouts back.
“Who?” You give Mulan a confused look.
“What, Steve? Wore an eyepatch. Had three children. Died tragically?” Mulan growls.
“I legitimately have no clue what you’re talking about right now.” You shake your head before turning to the girl next to you. “Ariel?”
“I think Mulan must have been struck with some mind magic.”
“#&!*!&^!”
“Mushu! Take Mulan below and treat her illness.”
“Yes, my lord, I’ll take her below and rape her repeatedly.” Mushu bows.
“What! That’s not what he commanded at all.” Mulan cries out.
“Poor girl.” Mushu looks teary eyed. “Her mind is such a mess. This will require additional rapings until her mind improves.”
“Stop! Master! You’re hearing this right? This one’s not crazy! Stop touching that! Save me!” The door slams, cutting off Mulan’s desperate cries.
You shake your head. “Well, the dragons are out, what else we got?”
“Daddy, these harpy’s are nefarious. They’re not particularly strong, but they’re tenacious. They are almost invulnerable to all attacks.”
“Every attack!” Your eyes widen.
“Every one!”
“Even piercing?”
“Yes.”
“Thrusting?”
“Yes.”
“Pounding?”
“Aren’t you just saying the same thing!?”
“What about penetration?”
“Daddy! Be serious! The only thing that can harm a harpy is water.”
“Eh? Water, is that it?”
“Yes, if the harpies get any liquid on them, they lose the ability to fly and will go crashing down. It’s the easiest way to stop them!”
“Very well, let’s bring out the water. It’s time to hose these hoes.”
“Unfortunately, hero-san, we didn’t pack any water.” Aurora shrugged.
“What? How do we quench our thirst then?”
“Well, we have barrels of milk.”
“Milk? Then… I guess we’ll have to use-“
“No! Hero, you can’t… if you take our milk, how will we take milkbaths?” Ariel asks tearfully. “What about the milk wrestling I had planned later? How will the little ones like Jasmine, Mulan, and Maleficant grow big boobs if they aren’t given their milk injection? Think of the boobs, won’t someone think of the boobs?”
Your hand tightens for a second and you look away as emotion overtakes you while listening to Ariel’s heartfelt pleas, causing you to release a single tear down your cheek. “Damn it, Ariel… you’re right, we can’t waste that milk. Shit… then how do we defeat these harpy bitches?”
“We’d need some kind of source of liquid, hopefully using a mechanism that ejects it at a high speed!” Aurora explains. “But whoever was handling such a weapon, they’d need to be one hell of an aim. They’re wicked fast, young, virgin, and quite frisky.”
You nod, understanding what you must do. This is your moment. You’ve been in another world for three months now, and it’s all been building up to this final confrontation. Thousands of naked winged women are flying toward your ship. Your harem is completely at risk. It’s up to you now to win the day. You pull out your weapon.
“Turn the ship around! Sail into them dead on. I will smite these bitches with my weapon!”
“It’s his penis… he’s talking about his penis!” Ariel explains.
“Shhh… we know, daughter!” Aurora strokes her daughter’s head, who smiles excitedly.
“Hello, ladies…” You declare, standing on the bow of the airship. “I’m cumming for you.”
Super H and His Six Vixens
This is an idea cooked up by Zumbie and me. I wrote a chapter as a sort of pilot. If the series ran it’s course, the idea is 10 chapters a volume, max of 7 volumes at about the following chapter length or shorter. If we decide to go with it, this will “probably” not be released until one of my current novels is over. Then again, with enough Patreon money, anything is possible. 😉 Either way, let me know your thoughts. How does this rank with my other novels. Would you rather see this?
Synopsis: Henry one day started to develop superpowers, eventually becoming known as the superhero, Super H. However, a year later, his powers started to fail, and worse, his life may soon follow! However, there may be a way to save him. He can feel six sources of power, and if he can tap into them, he can recover his abilities. However, these sources turn out to be six beautiful yet trouble women. The only way he can regain his power? By making them fall in love and giving themselves to him completely! This story chronicles Henry Thickwood, otherwise known as Super H, as he conquers six unique women using everything in his power like his life depended on it, because it actually might!
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“Come back to bed, Super H.” She purred, patting the open bed next to her. “Show me some of that super stamina.”
Adjusting the black mask over his eyes, Super H continued to look out over the dark landscape while giving a chuckle. “I wish super stamina was one of my abilities, but alas, I’m but a man.”
“I’ll say…” Her eyes sparkled as she lowered the blanket, exposing the pale skin of her beautiful bosom. “Is there no way I can tempt my hero back to bed?”
Super H chuckled. “Like I said when I helped you change your flat tire. I don’t need thanks. I won’t accept your body for appreciation.”
The beautiful woman’s lip lowered in a pout. “Ah… then how will you accept my body.”
Super H’s lip rose in a smirk and a dark light flashed in his eye. His body flashed, and a second later he was on the bed. The girl let out a shriek followed by laughter as he pushed her down on the bed.
“I’ll only take your body for my own satisfaction!” Super H grinned darkly.
“Mm!” The girl put her hands up, surrendering to his machinations.
His hands pinched and played with her breasts gratuitously as he kissed her pale skin, leaving little red marks wherever he attacked her. Soon, he had tossed the covers away, pushing himself back inside her. This was already the third time that night, and so she was already wet and loose. His cock rammed into her in strong piston movements as he touched her all over, enjoying the woman as he would a toy. When he finally came in her, she let out a cry of satisfaction before the pair collapsed in a heap on the bed.
Sometime later, the girl looked over at the masked man next to her. “Super H, you truly are super…”
“Hmmm…” He gave a nonchalant answer like he hasn’t heard that or words like it a million times already!
“If… you don’t save people for appreciation, why do you save people?” She asked cautiously.
Super H glanced over at her in surprise. This wasn’t a question he was asked often. He knew the answer in his heart, but it wasn’t something he had to voice very often.
“Be-cause… I can?” Super H suggested, but when he saw she wasn’t pleased with that answer he continued. “It too is for my own satisfaction. If I didn’t save people… if I let them die when I knew I could help them… I’d feel bad.”
“Really?” the woman snorted.
Super H sighed, a small smile on his face. “Really.”
He wasn’t someone who grew up with powers. In fact, until last year, he was just a 22-year-old fresh out of college graduate named Henry. He had a liberal arts degree and when he couldn’t find a job he ended up working construction. It was only then that his body started to change. He found himself able to lift things far heavier than any of the other men. He could be balanced on high beams without feeling any pressure from the wind. He could pick up flooring that would take three men. It was when he got into an accident that should have killed him that he learned the truth. He truly was different.
Power was a burden though. He never asked to be able to deflect bullets. He reluctantly began to fight crime. Not because he wanted to. Not because it was his calling. He only did it because he liked the feeling of being appreciated. He only did it because he felt guilty seeing people hurt.
However, even though his rescues started out small, he soon grew a reputation. In the end, he was named Super H by the dumbest reporter in the city. He had been on a speed date when he heard her cry out for him. The speed dates had the men wear masks to seem anonymous. He heard her screaming and he went to save her with the mask still on. He ripped off his sticker name tag, but in a rush, he didn’t manage to rip off all of it.
My name is “H”, was left when he flew up a building and caught a news reporter who was falling to her death. She wasn’t even in any danger initially. She thought it’d be a cooler shot if she stood on the edge of the building. Then she lost her footing and fell off. A complete idiot. The next idiot thing was the day after she reported finding the city’s first real superhero, Super H… When that idiot was asked what the H stood for, she straightened her back and on local television declared unabashedly that it stood for hero. That’s right! A superhero named Super Hero. Super H’s eye twitched just thinking about her.
“Are you thinking about her?” The woman asked mischievously.
Super H immediately broke into a cough, looking away to hide the shocked look on his face. How could she possibly know his thoughts? For a second, he was worried about thinking out loud.
“Olivia Thickwood, on the scene news lady… everyone knows you fancy her.” The beautiful, naked woman next to Super H sounded jealous.
“Knows my ass!” Super H snapped. “Tha-tha-that… idiot… is not a girl I fancy!”
The woman’s eyes widened for a moment, and then she chuckled softly. “Oh really? Then why do you save her so much? That girl has been in so many accidents that you’d swear God has a thing against her, but every time you swoop in the nick of time. Remember the last New Year’s Parade?”
“I’d rather forget it.”
“She was just acting out a part in the parade. The evil villain, the tax goblin, was about to slash her deductibles and then you flew…” She started laughing. “You flew down and lifted her away! At the time, everyone just thought it was part of the parade, but if you look through the tape you can see the exact moment you realized you screwed up!”
“You…”
“Oh… don’t give me that look. I liked seeing that. It made you… like us. Human.” The woman said affectionately.
Super H gave a wry smile. “I am human.”
“Olivia Thickwood says you’re an alien from Dimension X who…”
“That was purely conjecture! I will not confirm or deny that!” Super H cries, leaving the girl to giggle some more before he suddenly leaped on her one more time. “Do you know what I think?”
“Hmmm? What does Super H think?” The girl’s eyes brighten.
“I think the girl I’m on top of right now is not Olivia, but you. And I think, your body is looking like it can use more Super H.”
“Oh, you do, do you?” Her wet, red lips pursed in a cute look, her eyes bright and teasing.
“So, rather than talking about stupid reporters, maybe we should be fu-“
“Aiiiii! Super H! Super H! Aiiii! I’m in trouble! Rape! Rape! No, they say shout fire. Fire! Fire!”
Super H stopped an inch from kissing the beautiful woman when the words blast into his ear. His eyes rolled and he lifted his head up.
“Super?”
“I have something to do. Real quick. I’ll be right back.” Super H flashed off of her body, appearing near the window in his entire garb once again.
He wore the face mask and a modified tuxedo with a long black sports coat that went to his knees with an attached hoodie around his neck.
The girl’s eyes instantly narrow. “It’s her, isn’t it?”
“Geh!” Super H grimaced, unable to deny the reality that it was, in fact, the annoying reporter Olivia.
“Hmm… she’s probably not in any danger that she didn’t earn on her own.” The woman sniffed. “I’ll tell you what. If you’re not really in love with this Olivia woman, then you don’t need to rescue her. Let her suffer her own consequences. Come back to bed with me, and enjoy my company. Aren’t I better than her?”
“You are…” Super H said temptingly. “But it’s not that simple. It’ll be just a moment…”
“If you leave, I’ll be gone before you return.” The woman lifted her chin. “A woman has her pride. It’s either her or me.”
Super H took a step toward the beautiful woman, but a second later he sighed and lowered his head. His body blurred and a moment later the woman was in the room alone. She gave a sorrowful smile as she got up and dressed. Shaking her head and laughing, she left the little hotel room.
“Hello, sweetie. I think I saw you on TV. How about you give me and the fellas a taste.” A man brandishing a knife grinned as a cute woman backed up until her back hit the wall.
“I don’t want any trouble!” The woman cried out.
Six men were around her, moving in closer and closer while chuckling to each other. “Don’t want trouble? Aren’t you the one wondering around this bad neighborhood at night while wearing that!”
The woman was indeed dressed very proactively. Her clothing was not something a reputable woman would be seen in. She wore a ton of makeup, and her bare legs were completely exposed. If anyone saw her walking by, their immediate assumption would be that she’s a prostitute.
“You were propositioning my men, we were talking numbers.” The guy who looked in charge said. “Suddenly, you say you’re not interested. How do you expect my men to act? We don’t like cockteases.”
“That’s… naturally, I was u-undercover. I was undercover!” The girl declared.
“Undercover? A cop? I was gonna let my boys take turns fucking you until we got our money’s worth.” the man growled. “But if you a cop, I won’t touch that. Better off just to kill you now and cut our chances.”
“N-n-no!” The girl shook her head. “Not cop! I’m a reporter! A reporter! Three prostitutes have gone missing from this area of town in the last week! D-do you have any comment?”
The six guys started laughing, and the guy on the left took a step forward. “Oh, you a reporter. I ain’t ever had one of those. I have a comment, but you’ll have to… eh… earn it on your knees.”
“Eh… I’m… I’m not a prostitute! I’m Olivia, a reporter for WXYN7.”
“You say that like we care-“the man was stopped when the leader slapped his chest, stopping in his tracks.
“Yo… what name was that again?”
The girl straightened her back. “Olivia Thickwood, I’m a reporter for-“
The man put his hand to his mouth, taking a step back. “Oh, shit! Dude, that’s Super H’s girl. Everyone knows he plowing that strange!”
“Super H?” The other man looked around nervously. “You don’t think he’ll be angry, do you?”
“A little bit, maybe…” A voice cut from behind the six men, causing them to all spin.
“Super H!” Olivia cried out. “My hero!”
Twitch.
“Yo… Super H… man… I’m a fan…” the gangster started backing up. “Look, we-we didn’t know she was your girl man…”
Twitch. Twitch.
“I’m sorry, Super H. Had I known this was your pussy I’d have left it alone. You take your girl. We don’t want no trouble.”
“Ah! His girl! That’s not…” Olivia put her hands on her cheeks blushing. “Well, we sort of… kinda. I mean… I’m basically his girlfriend when you think about it.”
Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.
“So… man… I mean… we cool?”
“We cool…” Super H said tightly.
“Re-really?”
“No…”
“Ahhhhhh!”
Of course, these six men thought Super H was pissed over them attacking Oliva. Rather, he was pissed because they interrupted a perfectly wonderful night with a sexy woman. She had a really great body and she was really easy! Now, he had to come out here in the middle of the night to rescue this idiot once again. These men cuckolded Super H, and vengeance is his.
The men, of course, tried to fight back, but a single swing sent each man flying into a bin. Within fifteen seconds, all six men had been sent flying, and Super H hadn’t even worked up a sweat.
“Oh, my hero!” Olivia flew at Super H.
He put out a hand, keeping her at arm’s length away. “What the hell are you doing out here at night. And dressed like that!”
“I’m sorry, Super H.” Olivia bows. “Someone has been killing prostitutes! I needed to get to the bottom of this!”
“By dressing up as a prostitute and going to the place where prostitutes are being murdered without telling anyone?”
“To find the murderer… I must think like the murderer.” She declared.
Super H slapped his face. “So, you pretended to be the murderer’s victims?”
“Eh?” Super H could almost see the mindless question mark over this dumb woman’s head.
Short, flat chested, 22-year-old Olivia Thickwood, a local reporter and more trouble than she was worth. She was pretty, with long blond hair, green eyes, and while her body wasn’t voluptuous, it was youthful. However, as soon as she talked, you’d want to stab your ears out.
“I’m going to take you back to your folks.”
“What? No! I don’t want to go there. Take me to my brothers.”
“Your brother?” Super H asked wryly.
“Yeah! He usually keeps some money in the jar on the fridge, that’ll keep me fed for a week! Ah, where are you going!”
Super H turned around with his head lowered, walking away from the annoying woman he just rescued.
“You shouldn’t take advantage of your brother like that.” Super H admonished her.
“Ah… well… sorry… I made you mad…” She looked genuinely depressed. “Henry’s just… he’s the only family I have in the city. And he’s always there…”
“…” Super H sighed… his angry slightly subsiding.
That’s right, Henry Thickwood, otherwise known as Super H, is the brother of this stupid… stupid girl.
“Ah… earlier, about what those gang people were saying. I know you’re not my boyfriend.” Olivia suddenly said, touching her fingers together. “I mean if you’re interested… I-I’ve never been with a guy before… I mean to say… we can take things slow. You can take me out to dinner. Maybe ten or so times, and then… after marriage… we can… guh!”
Super H flicked her forehead. This instantly caused Olivia’s eyes to roll up in her head and pass out. He caught her in his arms. Whether knocking his sister unconscious so many times might be part of the reason she had turned out so dumb… well, she was dumb before he had superpowers.
He picked her up, but just as he was preparing to fly away, a wave of nausea got him. He fell down to his knee, almost dropping Olivia to the ground. Coughing violently, blood splattered across the pavement. His eyes widened as a wave of weakness struck him. He looked up at the sky and shook his head. There was no way he could fly with Olivia in his arms. After changing clothes, he called a taxi.
The trip home was silent with the unconscious Olivia by his side. However, he had a frown on his face. He’d only had his powers for a year, and just recently they started acting up. This worried him greatly. However, the thing that worried him more than that was that he started to feel… something he needed. He couldn’t describe it clearly, it just felt like an itch in the back of his throat, except there were six of them now. Six things that he instinctually knew were related to his power. He couldn’t tell anything about them except for one thing. One of them was coming closer.
The Power of Creation – Chapter 256
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“Ah… this has been a very peaceful journey…” Mulan sighs, leaning back in a fold out recliner that you have no clue where she got.
“Damn it, Mulan!” You curse. “Don’t you know when you say that, you’re setting off a flag?”
“A f-flag! What’s a flag?”
“It’s a flag, Mulan!” Megara interrupts angrily. “It’s like when you say things are fine, it’s a sign things are going to shit!”
“She’s right…” an old man suddenly came out from the deck below. “These airs be a dangerous place to be spreading flags, arrrr….”
He had a wood leg, a beard, and a scar across his eye, covered with an eyepatch. He stomped up near Megara and Mulan cautiously.
“Who the hell is this guy?” Mulan asks.
“You don’t know Steve?” I ask, “Steve’s been with us since the beginning!”
“You’re screwing with me, right!”
“It’s okay… I get that a lot… arrr….” Steve looks disappointed that Mulan doesn’t seem to recognize him.
“What’s happening up here?” Mushu asks.
“Mulan doesn’t know Steve…” you explain.
“Mulan! You don’t know Steve? But Steve’s a great guy!”
“Arrr… thank you Ms. Mushu… I try to be a kind gentlemen.” He takes off his hat and blushes while scratching his straggly beard.
“Hey, guys, I heard Steve’s up here!” Ariel bounces out of a cabin. “Oh, Steve! I wanted to talk to you about some private matters!”
“Wha—ah— I can’t even…” Mulan lowers her head in a pout as everyone shoots Steve affectionate looks.
“Before he goes, Wh-what do you mean?” Megara takes the bait. “I mean, about it being a dangerous place.”
“Arrr…. I feel it in my bones. The area we’re flying now, it be dangerous. We be sailing over Pony Mountain.”
“Well that doesn’t sound so bad…”
“Well, don’t let the name fool ya, not every dangerous peak be named Death Mountain.”
“Naturally…”
“It just leaves me feeling worried.” Steve continued. “At least, I take solace in the fact that I’m one week away from retirement.”
“Oh, you didn’t mention that!” Ariel says eagerly. “We should throw Steve a party!”
“Yeah! Let’s do that!” the girls all agree excitedly.
“Seriously, who is this guy?” Mulan cries.
“Arrrr… thank you kindly. Could I invite my wife and children? I don’t get to see them very often and my wife’s been sick lately.”
“How are the family anyway?” You ask.
“Ah, the little one says he wants to be just like his old man when he grows up and my daughter is growing into a real beauty. My wife is pregnant too, even though she’s been ill. I hope to be home before he’s born so I can tell him how much I like living.”
“Uh… guys… isn’t this one of those flags you’re talking about?” Mulan asks.
“Quiet, Mulan, you don’t even know Steve!” You admonish the dragon. “Anyway, I’m glad to hear your wife is pregnant. A family of four, that’s got to be pricey.”
“Arr… you said it, I struggle to feed them every day. However, my wife runs the orphanage, so we cut back to donate to the starving orphans, naturally we make due with less so they can have something as well.”
“Ah… Steve, that’s so sweet.” Ariel smiles.
“You know, since I’m paying you, I guess I could give your retirement pension a raise.” You nod.
“Oh! Bless you sir! I could really use it! This will mean my family can live a better life. As long as I don’t suddenly die, I’m sure I can provide for my family for years to come. Of course, if I died now, they’d certainly fall into destitution. My wife might even be forced to sell her body for ends meet. It’d be horrible. Man, I love living.”
“Guys… I’m getting a bad feeling here…”
“Well, it’s a good thing you’re so spry and healthy.”
“Of course! Now, if you all don’t mind, I found a kitten that snuck aboard without its mother. I’d like to offer it a portion of my milk supply. Although I have osteoporosis, and could use the calcium, this old man’s heart would break if that kitten was left to starve.”
“Oh, well, good luck, Steve!” You wave as Steve limps away, moving precariously near the edge of the ship.
“Seriously, guys, am I the only one who sees this?” Mulan demands.
“Damn it, Mulan. What is your problem with Steve? That man is a national treasure.” You wipe a tear from your eye. “He taught me everything I know. Besides, this ship is well protected. No harm could possibly come to anyone on it! I mean, I don’t mean to brag, and maybe I was a little tight on the lifeboats, but I’ll go down as say this ship is unsinkab-“
“Guh!”
Everyone turns to see Steve standing there, an arrow pierced though his chest. He looks over at you as blood drips out of his mouth.
“I’ll… be fine… sir…”
Three more arrows hit him in rapid succession. Then Steve turns and falls off the edge of the ship.
“No! Steeeeeve! I really liked that guy!” you cry, running over to the edge of the ship.
“Not Steve!” Ariel cries, following you with the other girls in tow.
“Wait, can’t you just turn back time and bring him back!” Mulan asks.
“Shhh!” You put a finger over her mouth. “It’s too soon…”
“What does that even mean?”
“Stop, Mulan. He would have wanted it this way…” Mushu cries, turning away tearfully.
“What? Wasn’t he just talking about how much he wanted to live?”
“It’s because you don’t know Steve like we do!” Even Ariel snapped, before turning and crying on your shoulder.
Every one gives the clueless Mulan who can’t read the situation dark looks until she puts down her head and feels like crying herself.
“I’m just going to go hide in my room…” Mulan whines.
“No time! We’re under attack. Go, man the defenses!” You point to the bow of the ship.
“Everyone, we must fight… for STEVE!”
“For Steve!”
“Mother Fuc-“ the last part of her sentence is lost as she leaps off the ship and turns into a dragon, her words ending in a roar.
Immediately, she opens her mouth and a cone of fire covering the entire side of the ship bursts forth towards your enemies.
“Wow… she really did care about Steve after all.” Ariel watches wonderingly while the other girls nod.
Had Mulan heard this, naturally she would have been spitting blood, not fire.
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The World of Women – Chapter 30
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“Mom!” I cried, immediately moving towards where they held her.
The girls with their hands on my shoulders weren’t expecting me to move, and I slipped out of their grip with ease. I only made it halfway when the two women caught up and grabbed me, pulling me back to them. Mom gave me a guilty look.
“My Clyburn, I’m sorry. I sent all the security away to help find you. I never thought… they’d come back to our home. I drank something, started getting sleepy and the next thing I knew I was being dragged here.”
“I discovered a smuggler’s path in and out of our house. It’s how I left home so often, I told Tinya about it…” Hannah started and then shook her head. “If you think this will get me to cooperate, then you don’t know me very well!”
“Oh? She’s your Mother. She’s not some father figure absent from your life. She gave birth to you,” Tinya responded teasingly.
A fiery light shone in Hannah’s eyes. “I don’t care about her at all!”
“Ha-Hannah? You’re not involved in this, are you?”
Hannah ignored Mom, glaring at Tinya. “What do you want, Tinya? What do you plan to do to… her?”
Tinya chuckled. “Straight to the point, it’s what I love about you. It’s really very simple. I don’t plan to do anything. The question is, what do you plan to do to her?”
“…”
“We’re going to send a message to the world. Man-lovers like this woman won’t be tolerated. I know you hate her. You’ve told me as much. Now you can do whatever you want to her. If you do what I ask, then you can stay in the Primrose. I’ll even let you keep… that brother you kidnapped as a pet.”
“You… you did this?” Mom covered her mouth shaking her head in disbelief as she starred at Hannah. “You kidnapped your brother from me? You’ve held him here?”
“From you?” Hannah’s lips turned into a sneer as she glared at Mom. “That’s rich, coming from you, Mother.”
“Hannah, you don’t have to do this!” I broke in.
Tinya giggled. “If you don’t, you’ll just join her. We’ll beat you to death. Hmmm… I bet I could make it look like Clyburn beat you both to death, and then shot himself in the head. We all know men or so violent, after all.”
“Shut up, Tinya. You wouldn’t dare-”
“If I can’t have you, you might as well die! I won’t lose anything else to a man!” Tinya shouted.
“Wait… I remember you… that stupid maid!” Mom’s face turned disgusted as she interrupted. “How could you? How could you do this to my family? We brought you in. We trusted you! How could you do this to-”
“to you?” Hannah jumped in, stepping towards Mom, her body movements bristling. “I’m the one who kidnapped Clyburn. As to how? The answer is easily! Originally, I just wanted to kidnap Brother for payback. You spent so much time with him, and gave Madison and me nothing! I hated him… and… and I hate you!”
“Hannah…” Mom looked at the distorted face of the daughter she thought she knew and looked lost.
“Of course, Brother was just some selfish little man-child, scared of the world, clinging at Mommy’s apron strings… or so I thought.” Then Hannah smiled strangely. “Then he started to change. I didn’t know what to think. Suddenly, Brother was looking at me differently. He acted perverted. It excited me, but then Madison had to keep getting her nose in the way. She wouldn’t let me play!
“Still, I thought everything was fine… my brother was just more interesting now, but that wasn’t good enough for my mother!” Hannah threw up her hands as if she was giving a speech to all of the gang members present. “You were losing control of him. My little brother was starting to think independently. So, what did my mom do? She fucked him! She screwed him until she was all he could think about!”
There were one or two gasps, but most of the women present just continued to stand still and watch curiously through the show Hannah was putting on. It was clear how she had captivated the hearts of all of these women and made them followers of her gang.
She had a certain panache for the theatrics. I recalled a latent memory of mine that when she was twelve or so she was in the theater, however, she had suddenly dropped it two years ago. That might have been when she joined Primrose.
“That’s not what happened…” Mom started.
“Oh, but Mom, you don’t even know!” Hannah said. “You don’t know just how much your Clyburn had grown up! I know! He’s told me things he’ll never tell you!”
“Hannah!” I couldn’t help but call out.
“Don’t worry, Brother, I won’t tell.” Hannah walked up to me until her lips just brushed my ear and then whispered. “It’ll be our little secret.”
“Hannah… I’m not angry,” Mom spoke up, interrupting Hannah, who was nearly holding me. “I’m just disappointed. I thought you were a better girl than this.”
Hannah rolled her eyes and stepped back. “Sorry to disappoint you, Mother. But if we’re sharing our feelings now, I guess I might as well tell you… you’re a bad Mother.”
“Hannah!”
“And a whore…”
Mom’s face turned hateful for a moment, her teeth almost approaching a snarl.
“You kept dad all to yourself, even though it was a lie. You forced him to sneak around with women behind your back because you were too proud and selfish to share. You got him killed. You were trying to do the same thing to Clyburn!” Hannah snapped. “You don’t deserve my Clyburn.”
“He’s mine!” Mom took a step forward, causing several of the women to move defensively. “I’ve birthed him and taken care of for his entire life. I love him more than you’ll ever know! What have you done for him?”
“I’ve done everything for him. I brought him away from you!” Hannah snarled. “Look around you? Look at my Primrose! Clyburn had everything he needed. Free from the government interference. He had food. He had shelter. Thirty beautiful women to warm his bed every night… me… I would have shared. I knew from the beginning I could only ever enjoy Clyburn in spurts!”
There was murmuring as Hannah suggested the entire gang was there for my pleasure. It was becoming increasingly difficult to tell where the lies ended and the truth began. Hannah seemingly had changed her stance fluidly several times within the last day. The only thing I knew for certain coming from my sister, was that she clearly wasn’t stable right now. She had been backed into a corner, and now she was letting everything out violently without remorse.
“Hannah… you’re sick…” Mom’s words caused me to clench my fist.
Mom wasn’t wrong, but once again, she didn’t have the right words to say. Hannah was boiling right now. I could possibly have calmed her down. However, Mom was just a cold glass of water. When it was tossed on the oil, the effect was obvious. I couldn’t see how to fix the situation. The one who caused it, Tinya, seemed content to watch the meltdown.
“Mother, what would you do?” Hannah’s voice was low, she wasn’t looking at anything particular, looking somewhat like she was lost in thought.
“What?”
“What would you do?” Hannah lifted her eyes to me, her expression turning cold, and nodded. “For him.”
“Hannah? I don’t… I don’t know what you’re asking…” Mom cautiously approached, the other women letting her go. “Hannah… let’s just go, okay? Let’s take Clyburn home. Okay?”
Mom spoke those words like she expected Tinya to just back off and let the three of us walk out. It’s possible she was too distraught and distracted to think clearly herself. With Hannah staring blankly in a corner and her voice lowered, Mom seemed to think that Hannah had finally blown off her steam. To Mom, Hannah finally finished rebelling and ended her tantrum, so now things could just go back to the way they started.
However, Mom was naïve in a lot of ways. From thirty-five years of experience, I didn’t become a savant. My life ended a mess, and my second life didn’t seem to be in much of a better condition. One thing I knew though, was that there were some things that you couldn’t go back to. The world changes and people can’t just hit a button and restart all their relationships over again. I had to live with my mistakes, as did my mother and sister. There was no going back, only moving forward from this.
Mom reached out to grab Hannah’s shoulder. A second later Hannah spun her fist slamming it into Mom’s face. The thirty women watching roared to life as my mom stumbled back falling on to a crate which cracked under her. I tried to move forward, but all of the women immediately lined up into a circle like this was a high school fight. Some were even yelling ‘fight’. I was reminded once again that most of these girls were just teenagers. I couldn’t manage to push my way through, thus I could only watch on helplessly.
“The answer is anything… Mother…” Hannah grinned scornfully. “I’d do anything for Clyburn. Even if that means getting rid of you! You’re no longer needed anymore. He’s mine!”
Mom’s face morphed from shock as she touched her bruised chin, to derision, and finally anger. “Hannah! You’re an awful child. I never should have had you!”
Mom immediately sprang back up and lunged at Hannah. Hannah met her face on, and the two women began to slap and hit each other. Mother got Hannah into a headlock and started pulling on her hair. It was absolutely ridiculous; my mother and sister were attacking each other. Years of family angst spilling out in a single moment. It wasn’t the right time, the right place, or the right situation, but I could tell neither of them was thinking clearly. Hannah was pushed into a corner by Tinya, and Mom was confused and taking out a week of frustration and sleepless nights worrying over me on Hannah.
It was only at this moment that I realized that every eye was focused on Mom and Hannah. Didn’t that mean no one was paying attention to me? In fact, in the entire room, I had the most freedom of movement. I could have fled the building and likely no one would notice. That was ridiculous though, I wouldn’t abandon my mother and sister to whatever Primrose would do. I suspected that whoever won the fight, the Primrose would still toss both women in lock up.
Thus, my eyes wondered for something I could do to end this. If I could pull a fire alarm, that would certainly cause issues. Or, better yet, I could-
My eyes immediately fell a single person standing nearby, only partially hidden in shadows. She was the only person not looking at the fight, but at me. She gestured me over, and I immediately snuck over to her, making sure to stay behind the crowd. As soon as I came in range she grabbed me and pulled me behind a crate.
“Clyburn, you’re in one piece.” Brooke looked me up and down, her face looking slightly relieved.
“What are you doing here? Did you know where this place was or did you follow Mom?”
“A little of both,” Brooke responded quietly. “We were already suspecting this place might be where they were, but we didn’t have proof. Fortunately, I put a tracker on your Mom. The police are outside ready to move, but what the hell is going on? What is this mess?”
Brooke’s voice was hard to make out over the shouting and screaming. It felt like an extreme fighting match, with spectators yelling for more blood. Except, that blood was coming from two of the people I held the dearest.
“Mom and Hannah, they’ve lost it!”
Brooke nodded thoughtfully as I explained what happened. “I thought this might happen.”
“What? How could you guess my mom would fistfight my sister!”
“I’m sorry, has your Mother ever acted like a rational woman!” Brooke gave me a stare. “Plus… with the baby…”
I shut my lips as I remembered the countless times she’s always acted spontaneous and random. Mom had once mentioned that she had been a bit of a wild girl. That was a complete understatement! She hadn’t grown up at all, she was still wild. So was her daughter for that matter. It’s genetic! Suddenly, my eyes widened as the last part crashed home.
“The baby! She can’t be fighting with-”
Brooke slapped me upside the head. “Stop focusing on stuff you can’t do anything about and focus on what you can do! You wanted to be in on the rescue for your sister. Well, guess what, that’s happening now. Take this!”
Brooke handed me a canister which basically just looked like a spray can with a pull tag.
“Gas?”
Brooke nodded. “It’s a gas canister. It’ll fill the room up with smoke. These stupid kids should hopefully panic and run out. Just yell fire or something… and they’ll run right into police custody. They got squad cars at every door. The smoke needs to spread quick or they’re going to guess something is up. On ten, you release it over there, I release it over here.”
“And then?” I asked.
“And then, stay low and hide behind a crate!” Brooke barked. “Ready? Go!”
Her lips began to move in a silent count, and I left the area behind the crate and immediately dashed for the other side of the room. Mom appeared to be on the floor, digging her elbow into Hannah’s back. Hannah was kicking her in the knee and biting her arm. Brooke told me to sit back, but I wouldn’t. A soon as the crowds dispersed, I’d run to break up Hannah and Mom. I didn’t care what happened to me. I’d fix this.
As soon as I said ten in my mind, I took the can and pulled the pin. Smoke immediately began to shoot out. It looked like Brooke had pulled two or three of them while only asking me to pull one. Once again, it was a job she probably just gave me to humor me. My hands tightened into a fist as the smoke rose around me. These didn’t appear to be tear gas cans, so they didn’t sting the eyes. It was possible that tear gas wasn’t a thing in this world. It was also possible that there was magic that could suppress a crowd better than gas, but Brooke used what she had access to.
Once the gas lifted up to my vision, I began to hear cries of confusion. There was a shout of fire, and soon the crowd of women began to move all around me. I couldn’t see anything but ill-defined shapes. My ears were focused on the sounds of the fight. It was my mom and my sister fighting that held my interest the most. Slowly, I started walking through the fog, trying to find the sound of wrestling and grunts of fighting.
“Clyburn!” A face came out from the fog and shoved me, causing me to trip and fall on my ass.
That face was Tinya. Rage and disgust matted her face, and she glared down at me with hostility.
“You did this, I know you did!” Tinya snarled.
“You did this to yourself.” I shot back. “Just give up. You’re all going to jail now.”
“You… bastard!” Tinya shouted, fumbling with her jacket. “I’ll never forgive you, I’ll never…”
I shot to my feet and my hand went up in an uppercut. Not expecting it, she didn’t dodge when my fist struck her chin. Rage was flowing through me now. I saw her trying to pull something from her side, and I knew I wouldn’t let her do it. This woman, Tinya… although Hannah may have been involved in a lot of what happened to me the last week, it was Tinya who kidnapped my mother and incited my sister into fighting. We may have had sex once, but at that moment, when I looked at Tinya, all I could see was red.
“You fucker, you…” Tinya cursed with a bloodied mouth as she swung at me.
I hit her again. This time, the item she was pulling out, a small pistol, fell from her hands and went flying, skidding off in the fog. She threw a punch at me, hitting my shoulder. However, with testosterone flowing through me, and pure anger driving me, I barely even felt it. I shoved Tinya back, causing her to fall down the same way she had pushed me down a moment ago. Her face was bloodied, and I hovered over her, my entire body red and shaking, my face clenched.
I was never an angry man in my previous life, but I had been through hell the last week, and all of that rage came boiling to the surface. Even though Tinya wasn’t necessarily solely at fault, she was the one who had to face my wrath. My helplessness, my frustration, my ineptitude, it all came boiling over. I jumped on top of Tinya, and her expression changed from disgust to fear. I started hitting her. Once, two more times.
“Ghhaa…. I hate you!” My hand stopped before I heard her again.
Her face was bloodied, and she was terrified, but she was still conscious. However, the voice I had heard was no her voice, but Hannah’s. I brought my bloody shaking hands back to me, finally moving to my feet. Tinya stayed down, afraid to get back up again. I turned away and moved over to sounds of fighting.
Hannah was panting, her face flushed. She had somehow gotten a bat in her hand. Mom was lying on the floor. I immediately ran up to Mom, kneeling down next to her. As soon as I touched her, Mom groaned and I let out a sigh of relief. I looked over both women, and I instantly realized that for the length of time the two had been fighting, they were surprisingly devoid of injuries. Hannah had a black eye. Mom had a bite mark. There were scratches and bruises. However, I had left Tinya in far worse shape than either of these women.
Mom wasn’t unconscious. It looked more like she was dizzy and disorientated. Perhaps her pregnancy plus fighting in the smoke caused her to momentarily lose her faculties. As to Hannah, she held the bat as if contemplating hitting Mom, but she didn’t move to do it.
I stood up and snatched the bat away from Hannah, not even giving her another choice. Hannah looked flustered, but when her eyes met mine, a mischievous smile formed on her lips.
“Why… Clyburn… Brother… I-”
My lips took Hannah’s, as I kissed her deeply right there and then. Hannah could do nothing but kiss me back until I was satisfied. When I finally pulled away, she was breathless.
“Don’t ever do that again!” I said in an admonishing tone. “You’re mine, and I won’t have my women fighting! You worried me sick! Do you understand! You were never going to hurt Mom, so stop pretending. Just as you know my secrets… I know yours… so stop hiding how you feel behind your tricks!”
Hannah looked down, her face suddenly turning demure. “Yes… Brother.”
“It’s good you understand,” I said, and as I patted her on the head, tears started to fall down my cheeks.
As we spoke, the smoke was starting to dissipate, and the cops were moving in to handcuff anyone who didn’t escape from the smoke.
“H-how did you know?” Hannah asked pouting as I continued to stroke her head. “That I wouldn’t hurt Mom…”
I smiled wryly. “You avoided her stomach. Every hit you did was to her arms or her head, but you made sure never to touch her abdomen, even if that meant she got you worst.”
“Ah! Th-that…” Hannah looked even more shy, blushing furiously.
Hannah wore a complicated expression as she looked at Mom on the ground. I let Hannah walked over to Mom, looking down like she wanted to help Mom up, but didn’t know how. More police flowed in, and suddenly Brooke broke out of the fog.
“It looks like 25 Primrose are already in custody, and the rest of about to give up.” Brooke wiped her hands before her eyes suddenly shot to my shoulder. “What’s this? A tear? You didn’t stay put, did you!”
“I… uh… did not?” I laughed, scratching my head.
“You…” Brooke glowered at me. “How am I going to have a baby if the baby daddy keeps putting himself at so much risk!”
“Eh? I thought Aiko was going to have the baby.”
“It’s the same thing. It doesn’t matter. Shut up!” Brooke gave a pout, looking away as I chuckled.
“Ah!” Hannah suddenly screamed, causing the room to turn in her direction.
Mom was halfway up to her feet, but she was holding something in her hand. That thing was a pistol. Not just a pistol, it was the same one I had knocked away from Tinya earlier. It must have landed somewhere near Mom. Mom was exhausted and confused. She hadn’t slept in over a week, was several months pregnant, and had recently been drugged. In that state of mind, she didn’t realize the fight was over.
“You wanted to know what I’d do for Clyburn?” Mom shouted. “You’re right. I’d do anything!”
“Mom, no!” I screamed, but there was no way I could move fast enough.
A few policewomen were nearer, including one who held Tinya in cuffs. Mom straightened her back, the intent in her eyes was clear. A second later she pulled the trigger. A small pop resounded through the warehouse. Hannah started to fall to the side.
I ran as fast as I could. Hannah ended up stumbling several feet to the side, ramming into a crate painfully, her eyes holding a bewildered look. The person who fell into my arms wasn’t Hannah at all.
“No… no… no…” I looked down at the bloodied face looked back.
Tinya had shoved Hannah out of the way. She was still handcuffed, but she had managed to save Hannah. The bullet had landed square in the center of her chest. I looked down at the first woman I had seen since I had come to this world. This was the woman who took my virginity and started me on the path leading to now.
“I… love… ha..han…” Tinya’s eyes went slack, the last words she tried to say were obvious, but they never came to the surface.
I slowly put her down on the ground, shaking my head. My hands went and closed her eyelids. My brain was long past the point of exhaustion and common sense. Doing anything that involved conscious thought was proving impossible.
“She… tried to kill me… she tried to kill me…” Hannah was shaking as she looked at Mom, who was still staring with her mouth open. “Hahahaha… you can’t even kill your daughter right! You killed the wrong person! You stupid Mother! Can’t do anything, can’t…”
What little sanity Hannah had left dissipated as she cried and laughed at the same time. Mom looked down at the gun still smoking, and as if deciding to still go through with it she started to raise her hand towards the gloating Hannah. However, two police immediately grabbed her and pulled the gun from her possession before she could finish acting. Mom blinked as if she didn’t really know where she was.
“Hey, what are you doing, you’re putting her in handcuffs?” I raced forward as they shoved Mom over a crate and started cuffing her.
Brooke grabbed my arm. “Stop, Cly… your Mom just killed someone. She needs to go to jail.”
“What? No… she’s my mom, she’s…” The tears fell, but it didn’t make a difference.
I watched as Mom was cuffed into the back of a police car, while Hannah was cuffed and placed in another. She was still laughing at seemingly nothing, not even noticing me. An ambulance came and took Tinya’s body. A detective asked me a series of questions I don’t remember answering. For what it was worth, none of the cops approached me or gave me sexual looks that I recalled. Within a few minutes, the cars left, taking the last of the criminals of Primrose, that including my sister. Like that, I was left standing in front of a vacant warehouse alone.
“Come on, kid, I’ll take you home,” Brooke said quietly, leading me to a hover car that must have been hers.
The drive home was quiet. When we drove up to the mansion, it was dark and empty. I walked into the room with no lights on. Not even the maids were there at the moment. Madison had left days ago.
“Aunt Rose, I gave her a call. She’s at the station seeing what she can do about your Mother,” Brooke still spoke quietly.
I nodded and headed for my room without a word, collapsing on the large and comfy bed I hadn’t seen in a week. Like that, I had lost everything. Hannah, Madison, Morgan… my entire family was gone. I was all that was left of the Bonholdt household. When my wife had cheated on me, I had turned to alcohol and smoking. My life fell apart and within a few years, I died. I had been given a second chance here. This time, it only took a year to fuck it all up. Would I give up and spiral back into depression?
“No…”
I stood up, my fists tightening as I got ready for battle. I quickly found a phone and a phone book. This world’s communication wasn’t that different from my old world, but my mother still depended on landlines. I looked for numbers and started dialing. I ended up making calls for around three hours before I found the person I needed.
“My name in Clyburn Bonholdt, a man. A few hours ago, my mother was arrested for shooting a woman to protect me. I’d like to cut a deal with you.”
The World of Women – Chapter 29
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As I sat in the dark, all I could do was worry about Hannah. Was she being released? I didn’t know. I simply had to give my trust that Faeri would follow through with what she said.
The night continued on as I listened for any indication of someone coming to the cells. I heard nothing.
After considering what I had seen so far, I figured out that I was locked up in some sort of abandoned factory. The current cell I was locked in was perhaps where valuable items were locked up during the night.
I couldn’t really understand the specifics. How did manufacturing work in a world with magic? So far, I had yet to see much in the ways of magic. Perhaps Faeri’s voice box was magic? I had no clue. I still didn’t know enough about this world.
Perhaps I never should have given myself to the Primrose. However, if I hadn’t, then Hannah would have been in a worst situation. Perhaps she would have been raped by that Matty woman already. Thus, I didn’t regret my decision. I had done everything I could for Hannah. If she was truly gone, now I simply needed to worry about myself.
With those comforting thoughts, I drifted off to sleep. My dreams were filled with as much frustration and uncertainty as I had when I was awake. Suffice it to say, I had no clue how much time passed by as I slept.
“Brother… Brother… wake up!” I murmured a few times as a visage of Hannah floated in front of me.
I felt hands on my face, and that’s when my eyes shot open the rest of the way. Hannah’s voice wasn’t just coming from another room, Hannah was literally hovering in the bed over me.
“Hannah!” I let out a cry and grabbed the girl into an embrace, causing her to make a surprised noise.
“Brother! Ahhh… not the time!” She turned her cheek as I tried to kiss her.
I gave a pout, and Hannah responded with a guilty look, turning back and giving me a quick peck on the lips.
“I love you, Hannah.” I smiled. “I was so worried…”
“Brother… when you look at me that way my chest feels like it’s going to burst…” Hannah had a slightly pained look. “Please, we need to escape…”
“Escape?” I immediately stopped teasing Hannah, sitting up instantly.
My memories of where we were came crashing home. For a brief moment, just seeing Hannah had caused me to forget. However, now wasn’t the time to play.
My change in attitude caused Hannah to puff out of her cheeks and look at me stubbornly. “Brother is a big meanie for teasing me.”
I reached along the bed and pinched her butt, eliciting another yelp. “Come on, if we’re escaping, let’s escape already. How did you get away?”
Hannah stood while rubbing her butt and still pouting, “I just did. They took me away in a blindfold, but I remembered every turn and came back.”
“You shouldn’t have come back.” I winced.
“I love you, I’ll always come back,” Hannah explained simply, looking away with a blush.
“Then let’s get going…”
Hannah nodded, heading to the cell and looking out both directions before heading the opposite way of the path where we had gone the day before. I followed after her, keeping low and trying to make my footsteps light. I didn’t know anything about sneaking. I adjusted where my feet landed from my heel, to my toes, to my instep several times, still not satisfied with deciding which direction produced the least sound.
Meanwhile, Hannah moved in front of me, still holding my hand as if she was guiding me naturally. She didn’t slouch or hide. Rather, she moved with confidence as if she had memorized the route. Well, she came in through this route and didn’t run into anyone, so it should be safe, right? It’d still be nice if my sister showed a little more caution. The expression on her face wasn’t that of a woman who was raped yesterday, and now she was trying desperately to escape with her brother. Rather, she seemed oddly casual, as if this was just a stroll through the park.
I couldn’t decide if her behavior made me more worried or less. All I could do was hold onto my sister, keep a lookout, and follow as quietly as possible. I could hear my own heart thrumming in my ears. For some reason, I felt nauseous too. I had been captured for nearly a week in the Primrose, yet I felt more nervous trying to escape than I did living there.
I was so focused on my own thoughts that I walked out ahead of Hannah before realizing she had stopped. I immediately froze when my eyes landed on Faeri standing in front of me with two other guards. Or would calling her Tinya be a better word? She wasn’t wearing the mask right now. Instead, she held a very displeased look on her face as she glared at Hannah and me.
The girls she brought with her looked tough, and one of them was holding a bat while the other looked to have a pair of brass knuckles on. Either way, I didn’t think I could take the girls. I might be a little stronger than a girl my same age, but I hardly had the body to make up for girls three or four years older than me, let alone with weapons.
Just when I thought Hannah might have to lead me there deliberately, I saw the frustrated expression on her face.
“What are you doing here?” Hannah demanded angrily.
She tried to push forward, but I instantly protected her with my body. If the women started punching, I’d take the brunt of it. Hannah had come back for me. Now, we were both trapped again. I had wished Hannah had just left without me. I’d deal with the crazy Faeri on my own.
“I was waiting to see what you’d do… it was… him… after all.” Tinya’s voice sounded sad like she had hoped Hannah had done something different.
Hannah grabbed onto my arm, hugging me. “Just leave us alone! We’re done!”
“You may be done with Primrose, but we’re not done with you.” Tinya sneered.
“Tinya, look, we can work this out…” I held up my hand, trying to use the goodwill I thought I’d built over the last week as her fuck buddy.
“Shut up! You… you… man!” Tinya’s eyes flashed with hatred.
“Stop it…” Hannah shook her head, her body shaking in agitation.
“You’re going back into your cage!” Tinya moved her hand from me and then pointed at Hannah. “You’re going back to where you belong.”
“Stop it!”
“Don’t let him come between us!” Tinya shouted, agitated by Hannah’s demeanor. “You’ve had your fun with him. We gave you a week to play, now come back to us. Come back to me.”
“Shut up!” Hannah screamed, putting her hands over her ears.
“I love you! I love you more than he ever will!” Tinya insisted.
“Huh?” at this point, I took a step away, looking between Tinya and my sister, who was shaking her head, her eyes seeming to lose some cohesion.
What was going on? Tinya was in love with Hannah? What? Tinya had been sleeping with me for the last week. Tinya was jealous because my love for Hannah was greater than my love for her. I didn’t understand what they were talking about now. Did I miss something?
“See… don’t you see I love-”
“Fuck you!” Hannah screeched. “You’re ruining everything!”
Tinya’s lip peeled back into a snarl. “You’re the one trying to throw it all away… for this… man.”
“I don’t understand.” I shook my head, my mind trying to work through this sudden change, “What does Hannah have to do with you?”
“See? This idiot doesn’t even know. He doesn’t know who you are,” Tinya snapped, looking at Hannah desperately.
“Know…” My eyes focused on Hannah as everything clicked into place.
My hand moved without thought. I reached out towards Hannah, who had her head lowered as if she had been frozen by Tinya’s accusations. She didn’t react as my hand grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled. Right there, on her neck, was a yellow bruise with teeth marks. It was a familiar bite.
“Faeri…” The words came out in a whisper.
Hannah slapped my hands away. Her lips slowly curling upwards. She peeled back her head and laughed, her arms falling to her side. It was a familiar laugh, although it was clearer now without the voice modulator.
“It’s a joke… a joke. I was just playing a joke. I’m your Faeri, Tinya, I’ve always been,” Hannah responded darkly before turning to me. “Hahahaha… Brother, you’re so stupid, not knowing it was me!”
“I had my suspicions.” I shook my head in disbelief. “You acted differently. Looked different. You didn’t bleed when we… of course you wouldn’t because I’d already taken your virginity a week ago!”
Hannah nodded, jumping up and kissing me on the nose before I could react and then moving over to Tinya. “And Brother was so rough too. You didn’t give your big sister any mercy! You just took me and fucked me like an animal!”
“Hannah…” my mouth grimaced, and I just could not figure out how to respond.
My mind felt numb with shock, and this sudden development was too much to stomach. In a lot of ways, it seemed so obvious now that I thought about it. Hannah kept things dark so I didn’t notice the differences between the two women, but she was Faeri every time she came in and fucked me. The cell across from mine? Who knows, it probably had another entrance in it. She’d just pull off her mask, tie her hair up, and then pretend to be Hannah. As to Tinya’s role in this, she was probably some second in command, and possibly Hannah’s lover. It was so obvious, but I found myself unable to put the pieces together until they were shoved in my face.
“Don’t look at me that way, Brother.” Hannah pulled the familiar mask out from a pocket behind her and put it on. “It’s just business. We needed a cum dispenser and you just happened to be dumb enough to walk right into my little trap.”
Her words hurt, but they would have hurt a lot more had I truly been a fourteen-year-old boy. I might have been too flustered and hurt by her words to truly think if I didn’t have my other memories. I wouldn’t have seen how flustered she was. I wouldn’t have recalled how she was just helping me try to escape. Her behavior now was because she hit a dead end. She was both figuratively and literally hiding behind a mask. She switched sides and now was trying to distance herself from me because she felt like she had no other choice. I wouldn’t stand for it.
“Hannah… I told you before. You’re mine. I’m not giving up on your so easily,” I said.
Hannah straightened for a second, but then laughed again. “Hahaha… Brother, you don’t get it. I played you. I’ve been Faeri for a long time. I’ve been plotting to get you out of the house for over a year now. This was my plan, all of it! I even picked up Tinya after Mom discarded her. Why else would you think I recruited my sweet Tinya?”
Faeri, my sister, ran her hand through Tinya’s hair like she was petting an animal. Tinya closed her eyes and had a pleased look on her face like she enjoyed the affection.
“You saved her because I fucked her,” I growled, causing Tinya to shoot me a hateful glare. “She took my virginity, so you wanted to possess it.”
“Hahahahaha… you’re so funny, Brother!” Faeri’s hand tightened and pulled Tinya’s hair before she turned away. “Aren’t you being really conceded?”
“I don’t believe it. Last night…”
“An act… I was just playing with your emotions…” Faeri’s eyes flashed for a second. “Don’t you get it, Brother? I never… never l-loved you…”
“I don’t believe you.” I narrowed my eyes, looking darkly at the girl who hid her expressions behind a mask.
“Well, it’s not like we believe her either,” Tinya sighed, turning an eye to Faeri.
“What?” Faeri spun towards the woman with a surprised glance.
“We all saw you last night…”
“It was a joke, I was just putting on a show!” Faeri insisted, glancing at the other two women who didn’t show her any support.
Tinya shook her head sadly. “You requested to step down as the Faeri. You wanted to leave Primrose.”
“We had an agreement!” Faeri shouted. “You become the next Faeri and I leave! This would have gone perfectly, you traitor!”
Realizing her rouse was crumbling, Hannah turned hostile towards Tinya once again. She didn’t show any love or affection for Tinya that she showed for me. Whatever they had, it looked to me like it was one-sided.
“The Primrose are nothing without their Faeri, and you tried to leave us. We won’t allow it.”
“Bitches! All of you!” Faeri shouted, backing away.
As they spoke, the nearby boxes were pushed aside and more and more Primrose came out. This was a complete ambush, or perhaps an intervention. All of the girls were looking at Faeri like she owed them something. In a few short seconds, the small warehouse was filled, and Hannah had nowhere to run.
“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be…” Tinya said, sadness cupping her facial features.
“You think I’ll just play nicely now? You think your Faeri will keep you going?” Faeri cursed. “You were nothing without me! You’re nothing! You’re-”
As Faeri shouted, Matty walked up behind her. With a single strike on the head, Faeri was cut off mid-sentence. As she collapsed in Matty’s arm, Matty pulled off her mask and tossed it to Tinya.
I glared up at Tinya, who was standing their hesitantly while holding on to the mask.
“Is this what it was all about? Being in charge?”
Tinya’s lips twisted. “You wouldn’t understand, you’re just a man.”
I frowned slightly. “What’s to not understand? Your brother was an asshole. You grew desperate and tried to rape me. Mom kicked you out, and Hannah was the only thing you could cling on to. Of course, now that you learned your time with Hannah was a lie, you’re upset.”
“Upset?” Tinya shot me a hateful look. “You and your Mom took everything from me! You destroyed my life. You threw me on the street. Now you want to take my Hannah.”
“You ruined your own life,” I shot back, “You know, my mom planned to have you be my first lover. I was going to give you a baby. When you turned on the family, she was hurt.”
Tinya took a step back. “Lies… your Mother just wanted you to herself.”
I shrugged, crouching down and touching Hannah lying unconscious on the floor. “Believe what you want, but if you had come back, I would have taken you in. I never forgot about us.”
“Us… there is no us…” Tinya gave a look of disgust. “There is only Hannah and me!”
“Tinya, it’s not too late…”
Tinya bared her teeth angrily. “I told you once before. Tinya is dead. I am the new Faeri. Hannah gave up that right yesterday. You’re now my prisoner, and so is she!”
“You don’t have to do this…” I stood up, taking a step toward her.
“You…” she stepped back and put on the mask. “You’re just like the rest. You’re a man!”
A few of the women nodded, like simply saying that was enough to explain herself. Clyburn couldn’t keep the irritation from flashing across his face.
“Hannah isn’t yours. She never will be.”
Tinya’s eyes, now outlined by Faeri’s mask, darkened. “You’ll pay for taking everything from me… you, and your Mother.”
She nodded and a bunch of girls grabbed me. I didn’t even try to fight back. I only felt sad that I couldn’t save her. The girls grabbed Hannah and dragged her along with me. We didn’t return to the cell, but rather the familiar room I had started out in. They chained me back to the pipe, and then chained the still unconscious Hannah to another pipe.
The light flickered off, and the pair of us were in the cold. I wanted to move over to Hannah, but the chains didn’t allow me to get any closer. Instead, I could only watch her unconscious form. I shook my head and sighed.
We sat in the dark for several hours. I laid with my head against the wall. I’d like to say I was coming up with ways to escape, but I mostly felt numb and confused.
When did Hannah join this gang? It must have been around the same time she was molested by a lipstick lesbian. Was being molested what got her into the gang or was it part of her play? I didn’t know. Either way, the Hannah I thought I knew was gone.
“You… must hate me.”
My eyes snapped open as I heard Hannah’s voice. She was still lying in the same position she was left by the Primrose, but her eyes were opened now. I had no clue how long she had been awake.
“You’re my sister,” I responded simply.
“I… betrayed you,” she spoke hesitantly. “I led a double life and then as soon as I got the opportunity, I imprisoned you here.”
“… I know…” I said, not knowing how to respond.
“I wanted to take you away from Mom,” Hannah sighed. “Away from Madison too. I just wanted you all to myself.”
“That’s impossible.” I grimaced. “Not in this world.”
We sat in silence for a few moments before Hannah continued. “In your other world, did you have a sister?”
I had already guessed I had been misunderstanding what Hannah said before when she said she came from another world. She might have been talking about the fact she was wearing a mask. Or perhaps just being in a gang in general. I had told my little sister something I never should have told her. No, worse, I had told a complete stranger a secret I never should have spoken. I was so desperate to find someone like me, I had ended up hearing what I wanted to hear.
I gave a wry chuckle. “Why, you jealous?”
“Maybe… if you slept with her…”
I broke into a cough. “Ah… ahem… actually, in my world, men are plentiful. Sleeping with your sister would be completely inappropriate. Even half-sisters and adopted sisters would be taboo.”
“… oh…” Hannah responded simply.
“No… in both my lives, you’re my only sister…” I paused for a second. “I’m sorry… for everything.”
Hannah raised her head. “Why are you sorry?”
I gave a wry smile. “You had an entire hidden life. You kidnapped me and you committed crimes just to get back at this world that focuses on men. To get back at me…”
“Ah!” Hannah held out a hand, but after a moment realized she couldn’t argue that point.
“Well, for the last year I’ve hidden my real self. I threw myself at Mom, you, and Madison just to alleviate my frustration and isolation. This world is frustrating for both sexes. The men who are handed everything but treated like objects, and the women who must work tooth and nail for the chance to have a baby.”
“Then let’s change it.” Hannah’s voice reverberated in the dark room with a surprising amount of strength.
“How?”
“We escape… we run away…”
“I’m not going to do that!” I grimaced. “I’m not going to leave Mom…”
“Mom? Mom again…” Hannah said that like a curse. “That woman is always in the way.”
The hatred in Hannah’s voice wasn’t any lighter now. I hesitated for a moment. I had to fix things between mother and daughter. There was no way to move forward without that.
“Hannah, I…”
The door opened, interrupting the pair of us. Tinya, still wearing the mask, glared at us.
“Get them.”
A couple of girls moved into the room and surrounded the both of us. Hannah tried to struggle for a moment, but when it was clear they wouldn’t yield, she sighed and let them lead her with me right behind. The pair of us were unchained and moved out into the room with two women on either side of each of us. We ended up where Hannah and I had been forced to perform her exiting ceremony, although the bed had been removed.
It made more sense to me now than it did the previous night. Hannah must have decided to let me go after our conversation. She wanted to step down as Faeri, which seemed to be less an actual person and more a name for whoever the group leader was. Leaving the group required being sexed out… a process similar to what was necessary for some girls to join gangs in my old world. She probably made some kind of deal with Tinya where I became her sex out partner and then she’d sneak out with me while Tinya took over the Primrose. What Hannah didn’t realize was how furious Tinya would be over the thought of Hannah leaving.
“Tinya, quit this already,” I sighed, trying to end the situation. “Let us go and I’ll give you some semen. It doesn’t have to-”
“You think this is about semen?” Tinya sneered, spinning around as we were brought to a stop. “Half the girls in Primrose are lipsticks. Hannah never resented men like the rest of us. She never truly spoke for the Primrose. Her plans for you were never our plans for you! This goes beyond what I feel for her. A lot of the girls have been unhappy with Hannah using us so she can play at being a house wife.”
Hannah frowned as Tinya spoke. Many of the Primrose, who were now standing around us, nodded or made noises of affirmation. Naturally, when Hannah was in charge, no one argued with her. Hearing about their discontent now made her feel a bit affronted. As soon as she gave up the mask, she lost all of their respect and admiration.
“If this isn’t about semen, what is it about?” I demanded.
Tinya, the new Faeri, made a malicious grin. A second later she snapped her fingers. A woman was dragged into the room. They struggled slightly, but they seemed to stumble a bit. There was a bag over their head. As soon as I saw them, something about their body caused my heart to rise to my throat.
Tinya let out a laugh. “I finally realized the perfect way to satisfy my anger and save the Primrose.
She grabbed the bag and pulled it off, revealing the person underneath. That person was none other than our Mother, Morgan!