Finally, the woman he actually came here for.

“Shall I return your affections?” Aresia cooed.

“I wouldn’t mind,” Tsukuri deadpanned, though her hand on Aresia’s chest told another story. Aresia chuckled and glided to the cot, pulling Tsukuri along with her. While Brandon stroked himself back to full power they shifted and nuzzled each other, eventually landing on a position where Aresia leaned back against the wall with Tsukuri on top of her back-to-breasts, leaving her body wide open to a pair of exploratory hands. Insistent fingertips feathered around her small, firm tits, increasingly returning to dark nipples and the sharp gasps they summoned. Lips and tongue pecked at her neck, leaving trails of saliva shimmering in the harsh artificial light of their cell. While Aresia’s hands traced textbook abs and reached the patch of hair below, Brandon crouched and examined the tower of delicious pussies bared to him, one still dripping with his seed and the other begging to join it in motherhood. Spread wide with her lover an inch from the most sensitive place on her body, Tsukuri offered no resistance when Brandon placed his dick at her entrance and leaned forward.

He expected her to be tight, and he was correct, though after deflowering a Kryptonian and an Amazon he was more inclined to consider her “pleasantly snug”. What he hadn’t anticipated was how wet she was, practically dripping after merely a few moments of light petting. He could only conclude that most of her arousal predated the change in position, which meant she had almost gotten herself off solely from eating out another woman’s pussy. He grinned as he got up to speed. It was nice fucking a true submissive who didn’t need a magic lasso to express her inner desires, a girl who instinctively spread her legs and expressed her thanks in a sultry alto with only a little push from a malicious amulet. Sure, Aresia’s seductive teasing certainly helped, but when Brandon placed his thumb near Tsukuri’s mouth, she sucked it down so hard it seemed like she might deepthroat his whole hand. This woman was made to serve, and serve she would.

Sandwiched between the lover she chose and the lover she deserved, Tsukuri writhed with barely-contained ebullience. He could feel what she wanted in every twitch of her muscles and flutter of her eyes: she longed to grab Aresia’s hands and direct them to her aching tits, to wrap her legs around Brandon’s waist and never let him go, to rub her own clit until she squirted halfway across the room. But she didn’t. She lay as still as she could atop her girlfriend, an obedient canvas for two lovers who only wanted to make her squirm. She took fistfuls of blanket and rolled back her shoulders and curled her toes until they turned white, and he was sure she would have begged for release if she hadn’t been busy fellating his thumb. Still Aresia took her time and Brandon slowed his pace to match, more interested in the tease than a quick fuck.

Minutes passed in the austere cell, with Tsukuri simmering on the brink of orgasm while Aresia carefully manipulated her flame. Again and again she walked her fingers toward Tsukuri’s pussy, then pulled back to the sound of a frustrated whimper. The exchange proved too much for Brandon, and rather than pound Tsukuri until he back gave out and his cock chafed, he opted to move things along. The next time she got close, he grabbed Aresia’s wrist and pulled it home, finally making contact with Tsukuri’s clit. If Aresia was surprised, Tsukuri’s cut-off yelp dispelled it instantly. With a wicked grin she nibbled on Tsukuri’s ear and let her hand get to work, blithely surrounding Brandon’s dick as she played with her lover’s lips. A pseudo-handjob didn’t hurt, but it was Tsukuri’s convulsing pussy that did Brandon in. As the sensations overwhelmed her resolve and took her into a shuddering orgasm of her own, Brandon leaned into her and shot his third load of the day, hopefully ensuring she and her girlfriend would be able to raise his babies together.

He caught his breath and let his cock soften inside Tsukuri while she and Aresia exchanged coos of affection and settled into their afterglow. When he did pull out, most of his sperm stayed deep inside, with only a small trickle falling free and dropping onto Aresia’s cunt. The lovers settled into a casual cuddle while he watched, eager to take them each for another spin. “And imagine,” Aresia murmured, her lips still against Tsukuri’s earlobe, “once we bring in our new partners, we will be unstoppable.”

“Right, right. As long as I’m still the head of your harem.”

“It’s not about a harem,” Aresia nibbled. “Not just a harem, that is. It’s about finally making this world a decent place. Have you been making any headway with our host?”

“I think I’m winning her over. As long as there’s money to be made, I don’t think she’d care if all the men died off. As long as we can present it as a business opportunity.”

Wait, until the who did what?

“And her outreach? How is it going with this Tala?”

“Awful. I’m telling you, Tala won’t accept any plan where she can’t ride Luthor’s dick, literally and figuratively. Circe would be a better fit.”

Aresia didn’t hide her disgust. “Ugh, the witch. Surely there are more palatable magicians aligned with our cause. How about this Ivy?”

“Hard to find. She’s laying low too after the breakout. But if we can get hold of her, she’d probably go along with it. And maybe her girlfriend, for the fun of it.”

“The Harlequin? I thought she was the Joker’s girlfriend. A woman happily enslaved to a man would never see our vision.”

“There’s a lot to unpack here. First off…”

Brandon hurried into his clothes as the conversation drifted into superhero gossip and modern dating parlance. Aresia was still working on her kill-all-the-men plan? And Tsukuri was involved? And maybe Roulette, and potentially even more supervillains? This was a big deal! It explained everything: why they were hiding out, why all the guards were female, why they were cozying up to another supervillain who on her face had nothing to do with them. He had uncovered an actual Justice League-level threat, one whose ramifications he knew all too well. He had to tell the League! No, wait, that was impossibly stupid. He had to tell Miss Graves, who would tell Luthor, who would make sure the information got to the League in a way that didn’t dirty his own hands or reveal his source. Yeah, that was better. He’d get home fast, report in, and by tomorrow the warehouse alarms would be blaring with a warning about invading superheroes.

The alarms blared.

Ah, for crap’s sake.