Hahaha… Shut up.

While Diana Prince and Donna Troy are no doubt highly wise and intelligent, I needed some people with more street smarts to help me get established. Preferably people who value subtlety. I have a feeling that any problem that I throw to the Amazon sisters would get leveled… along with several surrounding city blocks. And that would be a huge pain in the ass for me. That would bring the wrath of the Avengers down on us for sure.

While I’m fairly certain Diana and Donna could wipe the floor with the Avengers as they are now, that’s not the point. The Avengers would only be the tip of the spear. Every other super do-gooder would be crawling out of the woodwork. I’m still not sure if the girls can handle that.

My contemplation was interrupted by a long sensual shower session with my raven-haired beauties where I found myself sliding my hard cock in and out of Donna’s tight, sexy, fit bubble-butt from behind while pressing her against the shower wall. While I fucked Donna’s wonderful ass, Diana dutifully soaped and washed my back.

“Mmmmmm… oh yesss…” Donna moaned when she felt my hot cum pour into her rectum.

When I pulled out, Donna immediately went on her knees and started cleaning off my cock with her mouth. I turned my head to Diana and she met my lips for a full mouthed kiss.

Several minutes later, I had Diana and Donna embracing and making out under the shower while I pounded Diana’s fit ass from behind. I used the Amazon princess’s delightfully tight ass for my pleasure until I felt ready to cum again.

“Take it in your mouth, ****,” I ordered.

Flushed and trembling with pleasure, Diana smiled and immediately pulled away from my cock before turning around. She dropped to her knees and started blowing my cock with a loving zeal.

Meanwhile, I pulled Donna against me and roughly toyed with her gorgeous, full breasts while french kissing her on the mouth. Donna moaned into my mouth as I roughly squeezed and tugged on her inflamed pink nipples.

I proceeded to pump another full load of semen into Diana’s sultry mouth. The warrior princess latched her lips on as much of my big cock that she could fit down her mouth and happily gulped down every drop of my cum.

After that, I wrapped up the shower session and got dressed. I went to the kitchen where I grabbed whatever I could find in my fridge that wasn’t moldy and shoved it down my gullet. Then I moved to the cramped living area of my apartment and summoned the Comicnomicon. It was time to get to work.

Besides capturing, enslaving, and summoning souls, the Comicnomicon allows me to manipulate the captured souls via Soul-alchemy. There seem to be three paths to utilize: Soul-fusion, Soul-augmentation, and Soul-binding.

Soul fusion merges a sacrificial soul to another host soul allowing the host to absorb all of the sacrificial soul’s power and abilities. The sacrificial soul is then devoured and assimilated into the host’s soul, giving the host a boost in basic attributes such as strength, vitality, speed, durability, lifespan, mental strength, power potency, etc. Basically the base power of the host soul gets a boost in addition to gaining the experiences, skills, abilities, and powers of the sacrificial soul. Stack about a few million souls and we get a godsoul.

Soul augmentation on the other hand merely grabs the experience, skills, abilities, and powers of the sacrificial soul and transfers it to the host soul without destroying the sacrificial soul. This would mean the sacrificial soul would be reduced to a normal being without any powers or abilities.

Soul binding simply allows me to modify and set limitations on the soul or lock abilities or powers. I could carve a law into the soul to forbid it from ever causing me harm for example, or even simple things like bringing me breakfast in bed every weekend. While it can be used for control, it can also be used to negate any negative side effects that the soul has, effectively only reaping beneficial powers and negating all the downsides. I could nullify Superman’s kryptonite weakness for example, though that would be pointless because kryptonite doesn’t exist in my universe. After application, the bindings can be turned on and off like a switch, meaning I can turn on the bindings on the summoned souls or disable it any time. I can also set it to turn on and off according to certain conditions like on the actions of the binded soul. Stuff like going blind when you masturbate.

While all these soul skills can only be applied to souls when they are imprisoned within the Comicnomicon, there is just one exception. I am able to apply them to myself out of the tome to some degree. I can perform soul alchemy on myself to gain the powers of enslaved superheroes.

That said, the captured souls cannot be slapped onto each other willy-nilly. They had to be compatible. I found that out by attempting to transfer Superman’s power to myself, and it didn’t work. It was a bit like a jigsaw puzzle. I need to find the right souls that can click in place with each other, and myself.

This is actually harder than it sounds. It took me the entire day to come up with some compatible soul combos.

Come evening, I was finally ready to fuse myself with the framework of compatible souls I had pieced together. Firstly, I picked the souls of Karate Kid and Richard Dragon, who were the best martial fighters in the DC universe. After that came David Cain and Deathstroke who were considered the best assassins. Next were the souls of Red Hood and Deadshot, for some top-of-the-line firepower. Finally, just to spice things up (or should I say shock things up), I added the souls of Static and Black Lightning into the mix for their awesome electric powers.

The fusion process was more tedious than I expected. It felt like my insides had been set on fire. Thankfully, I didn’t have to endure it for long because I blacked out again.

I woke up to find myself in bed again with one of the Amazon girls beside me.

“You’ve awakened, master!” Donna Troy said as she stroked my hair, looking relieved.

I groaned as I tried to move. “How long was I out?” I asked.

“You were **** for three days, master,” Donna said.

“Goddamn, that long?”

I sat up on the bed. Immediately, something felt different. Glancing down, I saw that my previously out-of-shape, pudgy body had morphed into one of an impressive adonis. I was in peak physical condition. Beyond peak even.

“Holy shit,” I said as I felt my own biceps.

Donna giggled and eagerly explored my new muscular body with her hands. “You’re such a hunk, master.”

I noticed that Donna was wearing one of my T-shirts and nothing else. I remembered then that they probably had no clothes other than their hero costumes.

“What have you girls been up to the last few days? Where is Diana?” I asked.

“She’s went out scouting.”

“What!? What is she wearing!?”

Donna giggled again. “We found some of your clothes that fit, master.“

I sighed with relief. The girls may act like lovestruck bimbos around me, but I quickly reminded myself they were one of the wisest long-lived races in their own world.

All in all, it would seem like the soul fusion worked perfectly. I found myself in possession of extremely advanced fighting skills, deadly killing arts, and extensive mastery of firearms and many other weapons. It felt like second nature to me. I also gained all the electricity oriented powers of the superheroes Static and Black Lightning.