"Alright, Butcher, what's the deal with this gravity shit." I said, flailing about in the hot air in my personal hellhole. It was as if the entire universe had been compressed into a tiny area, and I felt like a sock stuffed too full and bursting to contain everything inside. But if it was meant for me to get stronger, I wouldn't grumble too much.
The AI laughed lightly in my ear, a sound I had always wished to dismiss. "The pattern for suffering," it told me in a very excited voice. "You're in a space where gravity doesn't exist and only pretends to. Imagine the most difficult work-out that you have ever done and double that difficulty up. That is your existence henceforth."
I walked slowly and with each step felt as if I were dragging a planet with me. The air was thick and labored to breathe. But not only was it heavy—no, that would have been easy enough. The gravity was different, just enough to have everything feel unstable. It seemed the universe was taunting me when I tried to be calm. But I didn't go so far to take the easy path when challenges came along. So I began to run.
I ached terribly in the legs and felt they were burning with each step in the heavy atmosphere. The earth seemed very dense underneath me and with each step made a thudding sound in the stillness. The HUD ahead seemed to shift with each step to reveal the difficulty in walking, a video game score—except actually, this was a real game. Honestly speaking, I was pretty sure I was the final boss.
Training on Ton-618 or on an enormous star was not exactly the best idea. Who wants to train where you can't even take a breath in a space suit? And the gravity? So intense that even I, great Conquest, would have to retreat from it. But here? Within my own personal dimension? I was a king among kings. The gravity assisted me, providing just enough opposition to allow me to train. It was like I had a magic gym that would transform me into ultimate power and I would simply have to think about changing the surroundings to change the place.
Here's the thing—Dimensional Raider? Not a high-tech teleporter. Not at all. It's more like a magic ticket to whatever universe you read about in books or watched on those dweeby shows. Want to hang with the Avengers for the afternoon? Close your eyes and think hard about it, and zap! You'll be there in a flash. But the cooldown? It's like waiting after a huge cliffhanger to see your favorite show—knowing you'll be glad you waited, but waiting in and of itself? Not so easy. So I had to cherry-pick battles, or in this case, reality breaks.
And then after that, here's a cool new perk that I bought.
"Ultimate Viltrumite" (CL 5.5,120M DP)
Your body undergoes a complete genetic enhancement, pushing your Viltrumite genetics to their absolute maximum potential.
It was a thrilling experience, not so much because I had gotten so huge. Having spent 120 million Destruction Points on the "Ultimate Viltrumite" bonus, I was now extremely tall—taller than ever—at a height of 8'3. I felt that I had gained sheer evil and bigness. The air seemed to be charged with energy so much so that I felt I would be able to shift a galaxy if I felt so inclined but I was just yapping here. But much power comes with much responsibility, I suppose. Just the way a human being can turn into a superhero like Captain America, I had turned from a viltrumite and a super viltrumite.
Returning to my ship felt like coming home after a major space game. Nolan was lounging in a massive bean bag chair which looked like it resemble skin—because she wanted to—and Eve was... being Eve. She was using her powers and her eyes brightened up when they met me. If love and a healthy dose of fear had a kid, that kid would be her. It was a typical case of Stockholm syndrome mixed with Yandere.
"Welcome home, my Conqueror," she greeted quietly. She had probably rehearsed those words in her head for weeks and even perhaps in front of the mirror to achieve the correct amount of submission and desperation. But surely it was the thoughts that counted?
Nolan glanced up from her... throne-like chair, I guess you'd call it. She'd gone full cleopatra on us. She had a gold bikini on and glared at me with a very sharp sneer. She remained in her seat because, although I was a giant man looming over her, she had to remain calm. I couldn't fault her for that. If I had to bow down to anyone, I would want to look decent too.
"You're looking... alive," she said to me, regarding me with a curious attempt to discern a secret.
I smiled and flexed my muscular arms. "Better then ever, sweetheart."
Weeks had gone by since I met poor Invincible. I have to be honest with him; he was very brave. But bravery will not get a fight won—brains will, and I had a plenty. And having a punch strong enough to shatter a planet at this point was a real bonus. I knew he would come back with revenge in his heart and muttering to himself and saying, "I'll show you, old man." But that made the game so much better. The hunted becomes the hunter. The predator becomes the prey.
With my new supervillain appearance in mind, I figured I would pay a visit to the moon base and see about checking in with my people. Thagg wasn't the talkative type, so if he wasn't in touch with me, I could do anything I pleased in the universe. I concentrated on the grey, vacant boulder where the Viltrumites have made home last time, and the Dimensional Raider was seamless. The room about me shifted and before I knew it I was in the middle of the base, and the echo of my boots resonating on the polished floors was comforting. It felt like coming home to a refrigerator full of your favorite beverages—nothing was finer, only no one knew I had secret powers from the universe in the pantry.
I was in Thragg's throne room and he sat before me like a giant frowning statue. His look was as intimidating as the Sphinx. I bowed and tried to be a humble slave. He growled and I thought that meant I was free to rise and begin speaking to him.
"Thragg," I called out aloud in the silent room. "Earth? How has it been?"
His eyes examined me with curiosity and with irritation. "Conquest," he growled in his deep voice. "Those enhancements in you are... impressive."
"I've been hitting the gym" I joked, trying not to laugh at the vision in my head of giant Thragg in a wee speedo sprinting on a treadmill machine. He was huge, naturally, but he just didn't measure up alongside my new superbody that flew.
There was another grunt from Thagg that I took to be a signal to continue talking. "Is everything going well here?" I queried, glancing at the base on the moon. It resembled a giant metal ant farm with much in ferment inside.
Before he could speak, someone emerged from the darkness. It was Anissa. Her eyes were shining with space laser guns and were giving me the look of anger and concern. I knew the look—It was the "I have something to tell you and you will either adore me or despise me" look. Her mouth didn't open and she simply glared at me with her arms folded. The room was smaller and denser with her in it and seemed to weigh more than the planet Mars.
"Conquest," she finally spoke up, her voice shattering the silence. "We have much to discuss."
Thragg turned towards us and his expression was difficult to read. I wondered if he was weighing whether to crush me or not. But he nodded hastily and which sent authority throughout the room. "We will speak again," he growled with his deep and thunderous voice from afar.
I walked with Anissa down the throne room, the metronomic echo of my boots resonating down the corridor leaving the judgment of Thragg well in our wake. The air was charged with a deepened stillness, as if all had stopped in mid-task to observe us go by, and I savoured the thought with rapturous enthusiasm. The walls glimmered with a silvery shine, reflecting everything into a mirror-image of my burgeoning vanity—a consideration I considered too mundane to trouble about. I reached with an extending hand to confirm that I was still the person I had in imagination.
As I reached her quarters, she turned to confront me with eyes burning bright with fierce intensity that had the ability to incinerate worlds. "I have not begun to fulfill my duty" she whispered thick and low with passion. It was a sentence that needed no further description, and yet she persisted, "They are all inferior to me, Conquest. The men here are... inadequate. They do not see the depth of power I carry within me."
I rested my back against the wall, folding my arms over my chest, new muscles rigid and unyielding, hard as stone. "And what concern is this to me?" I asked in what I hoped was a carefree voice, even though a maelstrom of thoughts was churning in my mind.
Anissa moved closer to me, and I felt her body heat wrap me in its radiance. "You," she said softly, her voice a confluence of ire and desire. "You alone have ever been worthy to receive... this." She nodded towards herself, a body from God incarnate. Her words hung in the air between us, charged with tension so strong that it seemed that only a lightsaber could cut it.
I stared at her, really looking at her for the very first time. She was a volcano about to explode—intense enough, dangerous enough, and purely fascinating. A brief hesitation and the notion crossed my mind. I mean come on, here was this woman parading in front of me like a toy in a claw machine and all I had to do was extend my hand and take her. But in that very instant, reality came tumbling down and made me realize the moment and the place were not exactly conducive to a furtive tryst under the light from the full moon.
"Butcher's Voice," I whispered to myself, and to my shock, the AI didn't voice anything in response. It was probably busy computing the amount of DP I would receive from dating a royal or not. Nevertheless, I had a conscience—tiny though it was, but there nonetheless. In the end, I chose not to care about where we would do it.
"I... I agree," I said, watching the flash of surprise that passed over Anissa's face. It was like putting a kitten in a litter of puppies—suddenly all memory of teeth and claws disappeared.
Her eyes widened and moved back a step in hesitation, wondering if in fact I had heard her correctly. "You agree?" she whispered softly, her voice filled with tender softening with another sentiment—hopefulness.
I shrugged, pretending indifference. "Why not?" I answered smoothly, my voice and attitude reflecting a jazz saxophone solo. "If you're bent on pursuing Conquest, I won't get in your way."
Her eyes scanned me fiercely, attempting to determine if I were acting or not, but what she discovered instead was the irrefutable truth. I was completely in on it, and she knew it. Without saying a single word, she launched herself at me, her lips slamming into mine as though two worlds were crashing. The kiss was frenzied, filled with longing and want, a reunion after what seemed like an eternity of separation. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, her fingers digging into my flesh as though she was claiming me as her own small patch of ground. Honestly, I loved it.
"Mine," she snarled, biting my lower lip with her teeth. The warmth and drunkenness of the moment wrapped around me, as if she was a lioness and I, the gazelle, had just reached the nauseating conclusion that I was in the wrong part of the savannah. "You were always mine."
I laughed low into her ear, pinning her hard against the wall next to me. "Really?" I repeated, my hands on her waist, feeling the muscles tense just below the surface of her skin. "When?"
Anissa's eyes met mine, the fires within them burning bright and wild. "When you deaged," she breathed, her soft exhalation causing the skin along my cheekbone to tingle. "When you took down those two traitors so easily. I watched from the shadows, and in that moment. I knew you were the one only one powerful enough to handle me. The one I could submit to."
The manner in which she spoke made me think that all her life she had dreamed about this very moment—waiting and hoping the man would come and take her away with him. And here I was, the universe's most suave villain waiting to play her complicated game with her. The Butcher's Voice in me was doing a small happy jig, murmuring tempting taunts about DP and the riches waiting if I were to succumb to temptation in that very instant. But I needed to keep calm here. It was not about giving in to temptation; it was about taking charge. If I played along sensibly here, I would be able to invite another member to join my harem with the mere twitching of a finger.
I pushed her onto the bed and it groaned with the weight of us pressed together. Her eyes were glued to mine with a mixture of alarm and exhilaration dancing between us, her pupils expanding in a breath inhaled entirely of longing. "Is that what you desire?" I growled, tightening my grip on her throat—hard enough to bruise her, but still not hard enough to be hurtful.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice hardly audible. "I want you to own me in the same way that you do everything else."
With a smile that could melt even the iciest of hearts, I knelt down and ripped a hole in her leggings just above her most private part, baring her to the chilly air of the moonlit space. She gasped, her eyes flying open in surprise, but she made no move to fight back. Rather, she arched her back, offering herself like the most delectable sacrifice. Not one to waste any time, I freed my beast from its cloth prison.
I crashed into her like a comet hurtling into the planet, my body slicing through hers in two with the same facility with which a watermelon explodes on a Gallagher concert. She screamed, but not in pain; her scream was one of sheer bliss. The sound echoed in my ears like a joyous tune, triggering a hungry longing in me for seconds to come. Her fingernails raked down my back as I took her with abandon, hips pounding with the velocity of a steroid-enhanced cheetah. Her legs entwined firmly about me, grasping with the hope to use me to get a better purchase as I pounded into her, so that she felt the full measure of what I had to offer.
Her eyes rolled back and I picked up from where I had left off, tightening my grip at her throat enough to have her gasping in desperation to get oxygen. I had no intent to kill her—never. No, it was imperative that she see and know who her master was and who was in control in this situation. "You're mine," I growled with spit and the words flowed into her mouth like a declaration of war. Her eyes were glaze-like with a dazed mixture of lust and submission. It was intoxicating like I was remembering the sensual smell of victory after a hard-won battle.
Her body reacted to my dominance with the precision of a well-oiled machine, every thrust sending her closer and closer to the edge, her moans climbing to a near-desperate keening. I felt her heat close around me, more painfully so, like a vise of pure bliss. Just when I thought she could take no more, she broke—completely. Her orgasm exploded in a symphony of ecstasy, her body shaking and convulsing in reaction to me as I heard my name cried out loud. The Butcher's Voice whispered in my ears about the points I was racking up with the double penetration, but I pushed that aside. This was about marking what was mine, not about scoring points.
Her orgasm came in waves, each one more intense than the last. It was like watching a star blow up, her pleasure so intense it could illuminate the darkest recesses of space. And the good news? She still craved more. Her nails dug deeper into my back, creating marks that made me crave her even more. I thrust in and out of her over and over, each time striking the spot that made her curl her toes and roll her eyes. She was like an angry beast who needed to be bred, and I was the only one who could soothe her.
I withdrew from her, allowing her pussy to gape open for a moment before flipping her onto her side. It was a porn director's tears-of-joy kind of move—so seamless, so in control. She didn't even get a moment to catch her breath before I was inside her again, filling her up like a star getting sucked into a black hole. The angle was perfect, and I was able to hit all the right spots without even trying. Her moans melted into a steady stream of profanity that would make a sailor blush, and the way she writhed underneath me was like watching a tornado of pure sexual frustration.
I yanked her head back with one hand, presenting her neck to me. She breathed rapidly, gasping for air, gasping for freedom. That's when I bit down, my teeth sinking into the soft tissue of her neck. She gasped, her body stiffening as if she'd been electrocuted. But rather than pain, she felt sheer joy. A hickey from a regular person is like a mosquito bite—irksome at best, painful at worst. But from me? Oh, it was like I was brandishing her with a hot iron, claiming her as my own forever. Or at least until she had to wear a turtleneck.
As I nipped and licked, her climax mounted like a brewing volcanic eruption. Butcher's Voice was taunting me in my head, singing about how tasty, delicious DP points would be mine soon if she achieved her second coming. And oh, she came, her body shuddering so tightly it seemed like she was having a convulsive fit—such a spasm of pure bliss. Her cunt engulfed my cock as if trying to squeeze as much cum as possible out of me that she might, and with a bellow that rocked the stars, I obeyed.
My climax was a supernova, a powerful explosion of energy that filled her up completely with me. I felt like I was painting her insides with a brush made of pure pleasure, making my signature on her soul. She shrieked, her voice echoing off the walls of her bedroom, a music that was heavenly to my ears. And as I withdrew, she collapsed on the bed, exhausted and well claimed. Seeing her, panting, her skin glistening with sweat and her bottom lips with my seed, was like gazing at a work of art.
"MINE," I whispered in her ear, and the word caused her body to tremble. She trembled, still her eyes closed, her chest heaving up and down fast. "Say it," I encouraged, my voice low and heavy with what was to follow.
Her eyes snapped open, staring at me with want and fear. "Yours," she whispered, her voice raw from her joyful screams. That single word was the key that made me feel more in control. It was like the moon's gravity was less, as if her surrendering made me more powerful. "Say it again," I said, tightening my grip on her neck.
"This pussy is yours," she said once more, her voice more forceful this time. The Butcher's Voice in my head told me that I had gained some good DP for having her say that. But I didn't listen. I was too busy noticing the way her eyes twinkled like the lights of Vegas whenever I thrust inside her, this time doggy. I felt like I was making love to the universe, and she was the source of all energy.