Mark's Multiversal Travel Log: Leaving Gifts

Still more days passed. Weeks even. It was a pampered existence that I was living. My every want and need was fulfilled instantly and without question, the very moment a thought of mine communicated a lack, it was answered.

I recognized the tactic. How could I contemplate rebellion against a sovereign who made sure my every desire, no matter how debauched and depraved, was met? Even if I tried to rebel, the best that would happen is that I'd find myself sent away somewhere to be punished for daring to defy his will.

Perhaps other Mark wanted to keep me after all. He’d made threats for me to leave but after our joint venture into Themyscira he’d chilled out a lot. Even throwing an extra couple girls my way for the fun of it. Apparently some lady with bird wings had tried to ‘free’ the Amazons, and she was very down for a rough fuckening after a bit of mental prodding.

But I needed to move on at some point. The other me still refused to let me touch a certain few, namely Storm and Jean, and I was done getting cucked by myself. I wanted to get out there into the multiverse and find my toys, my women, my…. loves.

So eventually when I was summoned to meet with my senior, my superior counterpart who’d actually managed to defeat all comers, there was nothing for me to do but accept. I felt no small amount of indebtedness just because I knew he hadn’t turned me into a mindless thrall which had definitely been an option he’d contemplated. I knew this was true because I knew I’d have very carefully considered that possibility had our positions been reversed.

It wasn’t the same private chamber with all of his various trophy women hanging about. Instead, we were meeting in the expansive gardens where the sun shone bright overhead and birds sang sweetly in the trees.

We were alone though a number of nubile and scantily clad women frolicked and congregated in the near distance.

“Are you sure you want to move on?” King Mark asked, “Having a figurative little brother around’s been nice. You’re not one of these mind controlled yes men I’m surrounded by.”

“The ones you fuck everyday? If they’re that much of a burden I can take a couple hundred with me. I don’t mind.”

He ruffled my hair, “Ha ha. Very funny. No, my people stay here. But I’m a little less worried about you coming back now. Shall we make a pact that if either of us conquer the multiverse that we’ll share with the other?”

“I can agree to that.” I nodded while shaking his hand, “And I’ll be coming back every so often to help maintain our ‘garden’ in Themyscira. But for the most part…” My head gazed around the opulent Markanda once more. So much amazing scenery and architecture it felt like you were in a painting sometimes, and it certainly made me feel resolute. “I think I want to make it on my own. If I can’t make my own giga-harem then I’ll never be able to face you slash me again.”

King Mark clapped his hands together, “Fair play! But I’m still allowed to help you a little bit! Now Wanda!”

My entire being was suddenly encased in red magic, feeling weightlessness as my body began floating slightly upwards. It was weird, and I could only just barely see the person causing it waving her hands around behind me.

“A spell has locked his gifts in chains, but I now free his touch again!”

I gasped hard as the magic ripped through me. All my cells felt like they were burning at once for about three seconds before my breathless body was returned to me. Nothing hurt but the phantom pain kept me panting in agony as I returned to the ground.

Stumbling forward, I landed on the ground.

I heard America and Felicia rushing towards me, but King Mark snapped his fingers. “Hold it you two. Nat, why don’t you come help him up.” He ordered, and soon I found myself standing up with the hottest redhead in the world in my arms.

She'd definitely not been present when I'd arrived. I'd have noticed a woman like this covered from head to toe in a black and red catsuit which was unzipped enough to reveal the great sweeping slopes of her breasts as well as the entirety of her canyon-like cleavage which she unhesitatingly dragged my hand right into as she looked into my eyes with an intense unreadable gaze.

“Wow… I wish you would be mine.”

My eyes went wide as I felt something I hadn’t felt for months. The doorway connection that had once come so easily to me and had been locked away by Dr Strange in my universe… suddenly reopened. My order flooded the redhead’s mind and suddenly I could feel her embrace slightly tighten on me, one arm around my back as my hand between her breasts was further enveloped in creamy warm tit-flesh.

“Yes, master... I mean, master?” She looked as baffled as me, wide eyes bouncing between both me and me.

I was in a similar scramble, looking back at my own frown while raising my hands in defence, “Hey, woah! I-I-I didn’t…!”

A quick smirk on his face indicated that the fucker knew, “A couple gifts from me to thee. Your original powers returned, with the help of the lovely Wanda Maximoff, and also I gift you Natasha Romanov, AKA, the Black Widow.” He looked at her, slightly frowning before shrugging it off. “My harem never accepted her after she tried to kill me. And I picked up a whole cluster of Black Widows recently so she’s really going to waste here. Consider her my hand-me-down toy.”

I was shocked, mostly because I could see that the leather clad woman was still a curvaceous beauty. She was ever so slightly taller than me, looking down with those big beautiful eyes and pouty lips. I sort of remembered her from my universe, but she was part of that S.H.I.E.L.D. conglomerate that we trust to do all of our safety (like morons) and I never bothered to remember all of them. All I thought was that Nick Fury had it made with all those sexy jumpsuit babes. But in close proximity I REALLY thought that. Natasha had a serious look about her to make it seem like she was a professional, but was built like a pumped up model that screamed ‘I’m a slut’. The kind of woman whose pussy would get wet at the mere mention of Mark’s name. Or maybe that was just my horny brain, who knows.

“Master… I’m sorry I failed you.” said Natasha while kneeling down quickly. Seemed she was still a loyal member of the team, though King Mark was pretty nonplussed.

“Juuust don’t fail other me and we’ll be gucci, K?”

She nodded, standing back up with a quick, “Of course.” before turning to me, “I promise to make your safety and harem my number one priority.”

“Wow, I don’t know what to say…” I mumbled, grabbing her pretty face to ‘inspect’ her while also having fun installing mental links easily again. “I feel like I should have gotten you something…”

A single dismissive wave swiped in the air, “Ahhh, whatever. This is literally nothing to me these days. You shook the boat a bit and that was fun. Besides, you showed me new powers and brought me Wonder Bitch, (both of which will be useful as I explore that other universe) so I’d say we’re even.” He smirked, slapping me on the back again as we both chuckled together.

“Woo! New meat!” shouted America who grabbed Black Widow and dragged her towards her, “Pecking order, I’m Mark’s main bitch for now. Which means you lick my ass whenever I order it, understand?”

It was clear Natasha was not happy being ordered around by the woman much younger than her, but as a professional she still responded properly, “Yes, ma’am.”

“And I’m Mark’s bottom bitch,” Felicia purred, Cat curling around Widow to nibble at her neck, “That means you order me to lick your ass, I’ll do it instantly. Understand?”

“Uh, y-yeah.” She agreed. Not being a stranger to the touch of another woman, but still not expecting the pair to be openly fondling and caressing her so soon.

“I love it when they get along,” I chuckled, to which other Mark happily agreed. “But we should get going before another orgy starts. You can play with Natasha once we’re settled into a new universe.” I wagged my finger at them and the two nodded sadly.

It was then that Shuri had rejoined us in all her pregnant glory. Typing away from her seat (on top of her brother) and began handing me back my items. “Here’s your clothes, a goodie bag my King insisted on, and your pathetic Reed Richards multiverse scanner that I easily upgraded for you.” The small device I’d almost forgotten about was once more in my hands, it was the only thing I had as a lifeline to my harem girls still lost. “Without their DNA I wasn’t able to help your taxi there find the right place in the infinite multiverse, but once you reach it then it should be easier to find them without having to hunt the whole universe. And speaking of your taxi…” She pressed some more buttons and a noise suddenly emanated from America’s collar.

It fell down to the floor and Ms. Chavez looked like she could finally breathe again, “Ohhh yeah, that’s the stuff.” She cooed, flexing her muscles as her strength returned, “Been too long trapped in that collar! I’m ready to punch a whole lotta holes!”

Her fist slammed into the air and her iconic portal ripped into existence in front of us.

Infinity stood behind that portal. Finding my lost harem members would be tricky… but as I stood here, in front of the star shaped portal, I started feeling a lot better about myself and my chances. Having met a version of me who’d won it all and fucked the Earth into his literal playground… yeah, it was hard not to.

Felicia, America, and Natasha all walked through. And just as I was about to step through, I paused.

“You gonna be okay out there?” He asked me, still using my voice which sounded so strange. I looked back. King Mark and his army of pregnant black babes, with every superhero at his beck and call. Part of me thought ‘what I wouldn’t do to be him… figuratively’. But knowing that all this could be mine one day… well, I gave him a smirk and a nod.

“Do you remember that one game of Dungeons and Dragons we attended?”

After a brief eyebrow raise he shared my smirk, “We played a rogue. Feels like a million years ago now… I think we spent the whole time stealing whatever we could pickpocket anything we could before they kicked us out for trying to sleep with the DM’s girlfriend’s character.”

With a shared chuckle I looked back to the portal, the whirling bright blue beyond beckoning to me. “I used to think that that was my role to play with these powers. That I was a rogue. Taking what I could from Kings and Gods before anyone noticed what I had. That one day they’d realise I’m just some asshole thief who didn’t belong and kick me from the game of life.”

“I get that.” said King Mark, his congregation of babes already looking like they wanted to deny his claim. “What changed?”

I looked down at my hand, “After I lost them, I really thought that was it. But no matter what happens I keep finding myself stepping closer to what I want. It’s risky, but as you’ve shown, the rewards are so fucking sweet.” He punctuated that by grabbing Shuri around the waist and dragging her into his grip. With a deep breath I turned dramatically, may as well go full hog here. “What no one realises about D&D is that ANYONE can take what they want! Barbarians, bards, wizards, fucking gnomes, they all have within their power to go out, loot, plunder, steal, seduce, whatever their twisted heart desires! All you have to do is be ready to take it, and I got the best power ever to make this multiverse my bitch!”

My foot went through the portal, and I heard one last question from my smiling clone.

“Yeah? So which class are you?”

“None.” I replied as the portal closed. “I’m the goddamn Dungeon Master.”