A new rival

You wake up to the feeling of a feminine chest rubbing against yours, and your cock sheathed in a hot, tight pussy. Even before you crack your eyes open you recognise Rachel’s body. You have many slaves now, but none of their pussies – not even the Contortionist’s – feel as good as Rachel’s. Her slender, toned frame feels fantastic pressed against your{if Futa==true} Amazonian curve{endif}s, and her blue eyes meet yours with a sparkle of joy.

“Good morning, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif},” she smiles. “You were sleeping deeply. I’ve already cum twice on you.”

“Amy cleared you?” you ask, taking hold of her waist as she continues her reverse-missionary fuck.

“Yep!” You can’t help but adore her mischievous smile. “I’m back to full strength. So we can fuck all. Day. Long.” She punctuates her words with slaps of her pussy against your base.

Suddenly you roughly roll over, inverting the position, to a gasp from Rachel. “I think you forgot who makes the decisions around here, ****.”

She giggles, but as you squeeze her breast with one hand, her giggle turns into a moan. “I’m… sorry, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif},” she groans, as you begin pounding into her perfect pussy. “But… I’ve missed you. I had to go without you inside me for a whole week. It was… ****.”

Your resolve softens upon hearing those sincere words. “I missed you too, Rachel.”

A few minutes later, you leave the telekinetic girl to doze naked on the bed in a warm, happy glow, your creampie leaking from between her legs, as you head down to breakfast. As you enter the main atrium, you are greeted by a chorus of ‘good morning, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif},’ from your growing harem. You sit down on the couch, facing the room’s panoramic window and the ocean beyond it.

“ {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}, I didn’t touch myself all night!” Lauren presses her huge rack against you from the right, looking immensely proud of herself.

“Is that right?” you ask, looking to Emma on your left, who quickly snuggles against you{if Futa==true},resting her cheek against your left tit{endif}.

“It’s true,” concedes the brunette, “Though she certainly made sure the rest of us knew how difficult it was for her.”

Amy looks up from where she’s busy eating out Asami, and imitates Lauren’s bimbo voice. “I’m so horny but I’m not touching myself. Oh, you guys have no idea how much my clit wants me to touch it. Do you think it would count if I only used my pinkie?” You all laugh, as Lauren’s cheeks colour. She opens her mouth indignantly, but hesitates, before closing it meekly.

“Pancakes for breakfast, everyone!” You turn to see the newest addition to your little club carrying four plates stacked with pancakes, and completely nude. Gemini – or as you now know her, Hailey – shimmers until three equally naked duplicates stand next to her. Her body has been greatly improved since her attempt to take over parliament – far more slender and sexual, her legs shapely but soft. Her breasts have grown a couple of cup sizes, and they are wonderfully perky. Before you would have considered her average-looking or below. Now she was cute, gorgeous, and would be considered stunningly sexy in any company other than that of your harem. Each of the clones takes a plate, and delivers breakfast around the room. The original walks over to your sofa. “Budge up, bimbo – I’m sure {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif} is hungry.”

Lauren whines, looking at you poutingly.

“You can go and touch yourself in your room,” you sigh, waving her off. Lauren’s beautiful face lights up, and she practically leaps off the couch as she seizes the offer. Her space is quickly taken by Hailey, who nestles herself close to you, mirroring Emma. Hailey rolls up a pancake and feeds it to you, gasping happily as your fingers find her right nipple. Emma, meanwhile, languidly feels strokes hardening cock through your pants, her head resting contentedly against your {if Futa==true}bust{else}shoulder{endif}. You sigh, watching waves breaking on distant cliffs with two gorgeous brunettes in your arms, and think, this is right. This is how an Alpha’s day should start.

As Hailey feeds you the last pancake, a phone rings in the distance. Gemini shivers, and a new clone jumps off the sofa to go answer it. You don’t think much of it until she returns, still holding the phone and frowning.

“ {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}, it’s Carissa Ming - the XX League commander. She says she needs to talk to you.”

You nod, and she hands you the phone. “This is Alpha.”

“ {if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}, I apologise for interrupting your breakfast, but I have just been contacted by Girl 2.0. She wishes to meet with you. Today.”

You put the phone on speaker. “Girl 2.0 - was she the one that started that whole ‘mutants first’ movement?”

Emma sits up straighter beside you. “Yes. She’s started a whole thing saying mutants are better than other humans, and deserve to have more rights, not less, than everyone else. Not just the mutants with superpowers, mind you – any kind of gamma mutant, even those who only have an unusual colour of hair.”

“Amy, stop eating out Asami. I need to consult her on this.” The redhead takes one last lick, then obeys. The Japanese girl keeps squirming and touching herself even after that, but she seems to slowly be calming down.

“She said she represents a group called Humanity 2.0,” continues Carissa’s voice over the phone. “She specifically said she wanted to speak with Alpha, which concerns me as every XX League agent knows our ownership by our {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif} is a Level 1 Secret – and we’ve not had any reported security breaches. This Humanity 2.0 must be more powerful than we thought if they were able to discover our connection to you.”

“IQ, what can you tell us?” you ask.

The petite girl takes a few breaths to steady herself, finally calmed down enough to speak clearly. “Emma’s description of Girl 2.0’s philosophy agrees with my own understanding. I would add to it that her mutation has given her greatly enhanced strength, agility, durability, and intelligence – hence her vanity in naming herself an evolution of womankind. She is wanted by the government for conspiracy to commit treason, as she has been open about her plans to restructure society, and she has already attacked several government weapons facilities and stolen cutting-edge military technology. Her group, Humanity 2.0, must be new as I have not heard of it before. However, Girl 2.0 has a known association with the pyromaniac Missfire, and Echo has reported messages between her and two other individuals calling themselves Recoil and the Alchemist.”

“So, it’s a supervillain league,” you surmise.

“That is most probable.”

“Did she say why she wanted to speak, Carissa?” you ask the phone.

“No, she would only say that it would be unwise of you to refuse. Bear in mind that we were still denying we were associated with you, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}. However I imagine that having witnessed your power last week in parliament, she hopes to recruit you to her cause.” You look to IQ, who nods her agreement.

“Where does she want to meet?”

“The Tower of London, at dusk.”

“Tell her I’ll be waiting, alone, in St Paul’s cathedral at midnight. I expect her to come alone too.”

“Can the XX League help at all, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}?”

“No. Keep your focus on Operation Phoenix. I will let you know if I need your assistance. Alpha out.” You hang up the phone, but rather than hand it to the waiting Gemini, you enter a new number, and hold the device to your ear. For a few seconds you listen to a ringtone, before a confused voice answers.

“…Hello?”

“Code Alpha-one-three-zero-four-activate,” you say. For a few seconds there is silence on the line, then the woman’s voice returns.

“I live to serve, {if Futa==true}mistress{else}master{endif}.”

“Hello, Khara,” you say. “I think it’s time you and I went on another trip into London.”