Something greater

"Who…is this?"

"Don't tell me it's…"

Aaron had called Hadiyah and Jaina Hudson to pick Angel Whore up. She was **** and likely not to wake up for hours and staying at his apartment was not an option. His brush with the Bat Family made it too great a risk. As for Angel Whore herself, she was practically unrecognizable. If Hadiyah hadn't been searching for her vehemently under the behest of the Bat Family, she wouldn't have identified her either. Under the glaze of cum, the absolute swamp of gooey white sperm, it was like she had been fucked for weeks. Only four hours had passed.

Aaron was in the middle of his room attempting to fix his bed. Three of the supporting wooden planks were snapped. He needed to replace them.

"Just take her away," Aaron said, gesturing the broken woman away with a sweeping hand. "I don't care whose place, just somewhere she won't be found."

Naked, manhood hanging, the female gaze wandered for a moment before comprehending his words. "I can take him to my house. I have a security system and a place underground," Hadiyah stated. "I also have my own car. Does that work?"

"Sure."

The cum stained sack of flesh was carefully peeled from the separated mattress. Glances were exchanged as their fingers were coated with the slimy essence. They stopped. "Look," Jaina began, "I know you're well-hung and deserve to creampie anyone you want with those burly balls of yours, but this is a little excessive. Unless you screw me senseless, I'm not poking that thing."

His soft dong twitched. There was an impasse. Jaina narrowed her eyes and smiled in anticipation. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, complementing her warm, green eyes. She wore a vibrant, flowy kurta paired with well-fitted jeans, and placed her hands on her dump truck of an ass. His dick twitched again. Pre-cum fell from his drooping tip like a broken faucet. The two brown women swallowed in fear and anticipation. Hadiyah dressed conservatively and hid her curves but Jaina? Her breasts were rounder and fuller than the naked whore in the room and it was plain to see. Not to mention her dynamic with White Rabbit made the sex all the spicier. Unfortunately, as much as he wanted to rail the Indian woman's brains, he couldn't. Not today.

Turning, he closed his eyes and caught the droplet of water within him. The snippet of his omnipotence. He snapped his fingers. Poof! Just like that, Angel Whore was clean. Spotless. Still **** but devoid of the fluids that had been washed over her.

Jaina whistled appreciatively while Hadiyah stuttered in disbelief. "H-how did you–"

"Magic," Aaron answered. His powers were vast and immense and he didn't understand the surface of it. Even so, the basic ability to manipulate one's body came easily. "Now go. Put her in your car."

Jaina summoned White Rabbit and carried the woman over her shoulders. The big-titty rabbit winked at him as she did her job and removed herself from his room.

"Should I carry the sword?" Hadiyah asked, looking pointedly at the ominous sword. Even an ordinary human could sense the magic within, especially fresh after a kill. Aaron waved her off.

"No need. I'll take care of it. Go."

Hadiyah sent him a concerned look. She was smart, she could tell something was up with him. However, due to the nature of their relationship, she knew not to press. As soon as she was gone, Aaron sighed in exasperation.

"This damn bed." He stepped out of the mangled depths of his bed.. Removing his sperm was doable because it was literally him. An extension of himself. But a foreign bed? He closed his eyes, summoned the tidal wave of energy inside him, and attached it to the bed. Snap! Opening his eyes, he sighed in relief. It was back. His bed was back and in mint condition. The way the blankets and pillows were set was just as he imagined it.

Element X, the metal of reality. Perhaps a deep yet vivid imagination was necessary for his powers. Now came the elephant in the room.