Who? Where? What?

John spun around to look at the owner of that voice, much to the pleasure to Many, as this turned his dick out of her sideways. She obviously had no problem being stretched some further.

"Who are you?" John asked the woman at the top of the stairs, just to be baffled by whom he actually spotted.

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A girl sitting in a wheelchair was rolling down the stairway, bumping into each step. She seemed small. Not young for that matter, her face as well as her body form was quite adult, it was more of her body size. He guessed her to be not taller than 4'7 maybe a few inches more or less. The other thing that instantly jumped to his attention was her hair. It was a soft green. He first assumed most, if not all people with weird coloured hair to be punks, anarchists or social justice warriors... or something equally weird, but she just didn't seem to fit that. Her whole style was less screaming 'LOOK AT ME' but had more of a nature connected tone. John was certain, she had some kind of plant ability. Probably Poison Ivy style, so he should better get away from the windows and doors if this was getting serious. Meanwhile Many was starting to groan, audibly unpleased by the lack of cock inside of her.

"You newbie dick are hogging her all to yourself! Have you even thought about the others? You're not the only one who wants to do this, you know?" Wait, what? Was she maybe the 'friend' of Many who had made her go without underwear? A lesbian dominatrix of some sort? Interesting, yet kinda weird. He still was uncertain what exactly Manys condition was.

"Fuck my ass harder!" Many screamed, trying to bring the attention back at herself and what she wanted. "Cum inside me!" And that by using her very limited vocabulary. John was twisted. On the one hand he had the option to fuck this super willing - not succubus - girl who was actively begging him to take her. On the other hand he knew that everyone in this castle had some kind of power, so underestimating the wheelchair girl and ignoring her might be dangerous. On top of that were her requests as confusing as Many's behaviour. Now that he thought of it, Many obviously paid a price for powers that resulted in her condition, whatever that condition was. So what was her power? To hell with this, he was missing information. How could he make plans if he only knew half of the basics and even those undetailed. No, before he did anything he had to gather intel.

"I... guess I was a bit greedy, we can share her if you want? Who are you? I'm..." But he didn't get to finish his introduction.

"Sorry, Nadine, please leave him alive, he is with me." Henrietta's voice cut him off. Had she trained this somehow? Still, it was probably better this way, because he was reminded once more that both the Hero Maker and Henrietta already knew his full name, and his plan to give this girl a fake one would only make him look worse later.

"I wanted to get out of that outfit real bad, so I let him stay here. My mistake. I should have known what happened if you leave John alone with a woman: He tries to fuck her. I take the blame for it and put it down on my shift, okay?" She said and walked past John right up to the still ass-wiggling Many. The scene that now unfolded was just another reason why John was so eager to give Henrietta the nickname 'walking cocktease'. She grabbed Many at the hair, pulled her up and pressed her lips on the willing girl, opening them and engulfed in a long french kiss. At the same time, her hands went between her legs and two fingers dived into the place Johns cock had just occupied, mere seconds before.

Then, just as sudden, she pulled off again and whispered something in Manys ears, resulting in a shared smile between them and Many running off without another word. The fuck was going on here?

John eyed Henrietta intensely, well, as intensely as he could, considering she was facing him with her backside. She seemed smaller than before. And her hair was darker... wait a second...

"So, John, what do you say?" This was clearly Henriettas voice coming out of the girls mouth that just spun around and faced him. But she looked nothing like the girl John had started to get to know. Her hair was red, or at least the front of it, in the back it seemed black. She was wearing red glasses and a black shirt. But John had to take his first assumption back. She was the same size, only her hair was gaining volume compared to the previous style she had.

"Say... what? Who are you?" She sighed.

"Come on, you know my voice by now. Henrietta. Hellooo? I took off my disguise. This is what I really look like." Or so she said. If people change their appearance in the time it took John to nut from a blowjob, then who guaranteed him that she wouldn't be a green haired midget tomorrow.

"Oh kay. You look great." She sighed and walked past him to wheelchair girl, whose name was apparently Nadine. Had he said it wrong? Oh hell who cared, she was looking cute now, so she knew it herself anyway. If she could choose what to look like, she knew damn sure that she was no ugly girl now, or else she would have stayed in her also attractive disguise.

Just as the two girls started whispering, John cut them off, for once it was his turn to do so. "So what is next? The Hero Maker said he was going to bring the people I want saved here, right? Will they live here? What will I do here? How about some intel for the confused new boy?" Both girls turned to him and started to chuckle and he instantly regretted coming here. If this was going to turn out to be just another place where people were mocking him, he would turn on the spot and leave.

"Relax. We are having a free day, John. He will arrive tomorrow, but the people you want saved won't be living here. This is a hero headquarters. One of them. So only those who can fight are here with us. The others are at safe houses. We had people to save too. We can't have them all with us here. What if we are attacked? We were unable to focus on the fight and had to defend." John slowly nodded.

"That's nice and all, but out of the people I named, some are required to be around me for my ability to fight. Like Ashthyn." Nadine raised an eyebrow, not recognizing the name of course. "He is an elf that traveled here with us. He decided to stay outside because he liked the trees around the castle and wanted to 'introduce himself' to them. It is probably better just not to ask." This did not stop the confusion on the handicapped girl's face, but John enjoyed finally being the one who got to explain, instead of having things being explained to him.

"Furthermore, I need Layklé around me." Okay that was a lie. He was probably safer the further away she was, but after what she had done, there was no way he would just let her live in peace without beating her ass again. Which in his mind already had the form of an extremely intense and long session of penetrating her with every toy he could find. Considering how much she hated to be pleased herself the last time, this was the right thing to do as a punishment for her.

"And Paw. She is not much of a fighter, but she increases my strength so I should probably look into that with her. The others can stay at a safe house, but I demand to know where that house is and how to get there. I want to meet up with them as soon as possible, to explain everything to them. Not all of them know about the abyss yet." The two girls got the serious tone and nodded. Henrietta spoke first.

"I will let the Hero Maker know. Nadine can show you your room. Everything is alright, John. You should just cool down for today. You are safe here." She tried to relax him. Why was she doing this? He was experienced enough to know when to relax, so saying this had the opposite effect. Never let your guard down, if someone tells you to, even if you are an ally of that person. Still, it was better not to ask further, so he gestured Nadine to walk ahead. Or rather to roll ahead.

John's attempt at conversation with Nadine was easily denied by her simply ignoring his words. He couldn't tell if she didn't like him or maybe if he did something wrong, or maybe she just disliked talking in general. Whatever it was, he was almost relieved as she showed him his room and proclaimed that she would now as well go to bed. It was getting late after all, and given the things that happened and were foretold to him, tomorrow would probably be another exciting day.

John looked around. The room barely had any furniture. A bed, king size, a desk with an office chair next to it. The only shelf was empty besides for two books. 'The Art of the Deal' and a copy of the american law. John understood the Hero Makers message. 'I know what kind of powers you have, John Newman, and I am not afraid to leave you alone in a house full of girls.'

He promised himself to wipe his smug smile off his face once John was strong enough for it. But that had time. For now, he decided to rest for the night.