Isekai into Marvel/DC

Chapter 212-214

If someone a year ago said that I’d be teleported into the Marvel/DC universe, I could understand where they were coming from. Technology has come along further in the past twenty years than the entire human history up to that point. We were making our way into the stars, and the only thing that stopped us from creating functional immortality was the gigantic war that killed off a quarter of the planet.

If that person then said I’d change Klarion into a Wednesday Adams look-alike and defeat her through orgasms… I’d have had some follow-up questions to ask. The main question would be ‘The fuck?’ the next ‘What!?’ then the third being ‘How?’ then I’d probably understand why I did it. Killing him would only buy humanity a few decades before he returned even madder that someone defeated him.

He would always be a threat to humanity… Unless he became a she and had his worldview shaken somehow. Just the orgasms from the drug were enough to fundamentally shift the thought process behind the primordial. She wanted more! More of that good feeling. Klarion was urged on by new instincts as she began fingering her new hole.

I put a need into her that would be almost unquenchable as a fire burned in her that went completely unsatisfied with just her fingers. I would feel bad if this was an actual human. Changing a monster into a less bad monster is all I did. Klarion may look human but he was one of the furthest things from true humanity ever since he’s become a primordial. All he craved was chaos, death, and destruction.

Now, she had a new craving as her urge to commit acts of violence rapidly drained into the urge to have her hole stuffed. She looked up at me finally realizing there was another person around as she looked into my eyes. There was no anger or blame in her eyes for what I altered her body to be. No, she acted the same way every other female acted when they got too close to me. She began producing even more arousal pheromones as just the thought of me stuffing her satisfied her more than her fingers ever could.

She didn’t ask my permission to take the next step as she dove at me and began ripping our clothes off. As I was wearing a suit that couldn’t be ripped from anyone who couldn’t reach low cosmic strength I put her and my clothes away into storage. I let her use me as a dildo until she burned up some of the pent-up energy she had.

I knew she could be knocked unconscious or sleep, I wasn’t sure she needed to eat or sleep to function, though. I didn’t believe she needed either though so it could have been impossible to fuck her to exhaustion. We’d see who was the first to tap out by the end of the… Week? How long was I willing to go at her if she couldn’t be worn down and exhausted?

Probably about a week. Any longer and my businesses and projects would start to need other people to take up the slack which was unnecessary if just a few minutes of my input was enough. To my pleasant surprise, she could be fucked to exhaustion and because of her new body, she was worn down faster than most. Even with the USS flowing through her veins now her poor frail body couldn’t handle the sudden activity.

I couldn’t help but smirk as I finally began to act. She had taken the lead up until that point as she fucked herself on my cock but I hadn’t even cum once from her poor technique. As I flipped her over, her ragged breathing and sweaty body glistened as I saw the USS still making changes as I started to pound her roughly. It probably felt good before but now that I was doing all the work, she just had to lay back and cum her brains out.

At the end of the day, she did kill hundreds of thousands of people in two separate events. She needed to be punished and I didn’t have any hope of the Justice League actually punishing her. I thought they’d just give her a slap on the wrist and lock her up in an antimagic cell, but she’d still find a way to break out. I pummeled her pussy as she finally began to beg for mercy.

With a few more thrusts, I came inside her. She was far too unstable to have children right now, but perhaps if she redeemed herself, she could be ready in a hundred years or so. The final orgasm was enough to push her into unconsciousness as I just chuckled and cleaned us off with a spell before teleporting back up onto the Watchtower.

I had no delusions that I made her a good person by just fucking her. I had only redirected her rage into a new outlet, she wouldn’t be thinking of causing mayhem 24/7. Now her thoughts might split off and think about how much she loved getting fucked. Perhaps she’d try to find someone else to call a lover, but I had most likely ruined all other men for her.

That was if she could get freed. Batman gave me a sideways glance as I put her into the holding cells on the space station. I was just happy the situation was over. Doomsday was the only real threat left but I think I could just steal his adaptive evolution from him. He might generate a new weaker version of the power, but I doubted he’d survive if I killed him at that point.

Maybe Bizzaro could pose a threat, but that would require Superman to be busy with something else and he seemed to be more of an antihero at the moment than an actual supervillain. Lobo if someone put a hit out on me but that was space stuff, I doubted anyone on Earth would resort to hiring galactic bounty hunters until I started fucking up space.

I felt done. I just had to worry about the little bit of clean-up of villains that could still pose a threat and bed a few more heroines I had missed before heading off into space… I was looking forward to it tremendously. I was as excited about going into space and bedding attractive space babes as I was for banging superheroines. In my mind, I had already won. This was all just the victory lap now.

It hadn’t even taken three hours for me to ‘defeat’ Klarion. What should I do with the rest of my day?

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Cheetah’s Point of View

I was making my way through the rainforest in an attempt to find a hidden temple lost to time. While I was following the lead on where it could be, someone I hadn’t been expecting to show up popped right next to me. My instincts had me going for the sudden intruder's throat with my claws but the person managed to catch my hand like I wasn’t one of the fastest people on the planet. No, to them it was like I was moving in slow motion as I recognized the person. 

He couldn’t help but smirk as he asked. “So, I think we met before but didn’t take things further because of the crowd. Now that we’re alone in the jungle… Do you-.” I couldn't help but smile as I dove at the man that I couldn’t help but be attracted to.

Chapter 213

Third-Person Point of View

The Watchtower had undergone an extremely rapid development as one of the members donated billions of assets to the construction of multiple new wings to help the Justice League. More housing, detainment, defenses, and overall quality of life changes were added. The Watchtower now had futuristic systems to track crimes the moment they happened and depending on the severity of the crime, members would be dispatched.

The prison system was so complex it was capable of detaining Superman if he ever became evil, while the luxury changes added in two full-size movie theaters, an indoor waterpark, and five-star restaurants, all freely accessible by any members of the Justice League. The housing wing was expanded to eleven times its size as every single member of the Justice League was given a home.

All of this was done and the size of the Watchtower hadn’t increased by much as it was all done through magic. The inventor created expansion runes that could run indefinitely on the mana source he supplied to the ship. The extra room also functioned as safe zones in case they were ever attacked as they would become miniature pocket dimensions if the Watchtower was ever attacked.

The only private areas on the entire ship were the bathrooms and everyone's personal room. That was why when someone attempted to sneak into the creator's room, he was quickly notified, as his eyebrow raised. The person skulked about in the dark, looking for something for a short while before finally finding it. The person, lost in her excitement brought the discarded clothing up to her nose and took a deep whiff of the discarded shirt in an attempt to smell that man again.

As she did so, the detainment magic got to work trying to capture the person. She was too powerful, though, far too strong to be stopped by normal magical defenses that were only created to stop possible paparazzi if they ever made it onto the ship. The time the defenses bought was enough for the person to show up and apprehend the culprit. As her own magical lasso came undone and wrapped around her, she couldn’t help but breathe out in shocked surprise.

The man undid his invisibility as he smiled at the woman. “Hello, Diana. It’s nice to finally meet you. I didn’t expect to meet like this but I’d just like you to know I’m a big fan.” 

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It was only because Wonder Woman didn’t want to destroy the surroundings that it was even possible to keep her in my room. She could have just flown straight through the ceiling to escape if she wanted to; it would have caused tons of damage and ripped a hole in the expansion runes, which would have increased the mana drain on the entire system, but it was still possible for her to escape.

My empathic powers had improved, so I could use them at range, and as I scanned her kinks, I knew why she didn’t try to escape. She wanted this; she liked being tied up, but her real kink was to have someone stronger than her as a partner. It’s hard to believe that someone I had a crush on had a crush on me ever since I killed Trigon, but that was the case.

I knew she and Tony had a thing, but it was shown to be more of Tony listening to her after they had sex that made her like him. She also had sex with Thor, but the comic made it clear that Thor couldn’t keep up with her, as he was shown limping away defeated afterward. I rub the wall, changing my room from an expanded part of the ship to its own pocket dimension. We’d need it to be separated if we didn’t want to accidentally destroy the Watchtower.

She is the most aroused I have ever seen anyone before, and I think I know for sure now that the Amazonian DNA wanted to be bred by strong partners. Her eyes were dilated, her nostrils flaired as she tried to breathe in my scent, and her surface thoughts were only about one thing, my hard cock piercing her. I had her floating telekinetically from her lasso as I slowly moved closer, and my hand grabbed her shoulder. As I moved in to kiss her, her body moved instinctively to embrace me as her eyes closed and her lips pouted out.

I began cautiously kissing her, but as I knew she wanted this, I kept getting bolder and bolder. I rubbed her back as she began to french kiss me, and our tongues explored each other's mouths. My hands grew more exploratory as I started rubbing more of her body than just her back. Storing our costumes I take a step back to really look at her. She was perfection, like a statue brought to life for the sole purpose of being beautiful.

The lasso tightened around her, which drew a gasp of pleasure as one of her legs was raised, allowing me to see everything. I move back in, wrapping my hands around her back while her raised leg sits against my shoulder as I begin to kiss her. My cock played at her entrance rubbing her open as her soaking wet pussy slicked my dick.

In one swift motion, I pierced her drawing out a cry of ecstasy as she slowly clamped harder and harder around my cock. She learned early on in her relationships that she needed to be careful with her own pressure otherwise, she’d risk breaking her lovers. As she kept getting tighter and tighter, she was shocked as she clamped down with all her strength for the first time without making her partner wince in pain. She reached her first orgasm the moment she did.

We took our time as I had been dabbling with time distortion inside pocket dimensions and had gotten to a 30/1 ratio. That meant a month inside the pocket space was only a single day outside. We spent almost an entire month inside just having sex. She was a goddess and it showed in her stamina. Ten times stronger than her mother, who lasted days, she could last weeks without needing to eat or sleep. That was the only break we took as I portaled in food and we ate while still fucking.

I wasn’t sure when it happened, but she wanted to be pregnant, and I knocked her up. She was an Amazonian and they craved to have children. Her strengthened goddess body made it impossible for most seeds to pierce her eggs; the only possible way would be to have one artificially inseminated. That wasn’t a problem for me, though. I was omnipotent but also omni-potent. 

The connection we built was one of the strongest I had with any woman I’d fucked up to that point. Just before we left, I sat there, lying on my side as I rubbed her pregnant belly while she held my hand on her stomach. She had gone for so long without ever experiencing an orgasm that she was unconsciously pent up. I made her cum so hard and much in such a short period of time that she fell in love with me and I with her. She rolled onto her back as she pulled me on top of her. She was possibly one of the only women in the universe who could keep up with my pace as we started around number eight thousand one hundred and thirteen.

Chapter 214

Third-Person Point of View

Huntress, Gypsy, Katana, and White Canary all waited with bated breath for the door to the ring to open. The new S.U.F.C.(Super Ultimate Fighting Championship) was already successful with the super-powered matches pulling double the numbers of the Superbowl. It was another brilliant strategic move of Danny Storm to purchase UFC and rebrand it, as it had already paid for itself in pay-per-view ticket sales. This was only the third pay-per-view event, and the winning of the four-man team of low superhuman members was five million dollars split four ways.

In just a single day, the group could make more money than they could in years as heroes. Not only that, but if they lost, they would still get a good chunk of money. The higher they climbed, with just participating gaining them ten thousand dollars. As they were on their fourth and final round, they were guaranteed a hundred thousand each.

It wasn’t just heroes but also reformed villains that were taking part in the fighting. The winner of the solo mid-superhuman fight was Tombstone (Luke Cage was late and disqualified, or he’d have won by a landslide), who had gotten out of the mob business and became a hitman. The problem was that the stronger the person, the less they needed the SUFC to make money. It was only because Tombstone had been busted by Daredevil and just got out of jail that he was in need of the money.

The four of them had already beaten a weaker team of all Olympic athletes, members of the Flash’s Rogues, and a team of normal humans with superpowers who were just four random people and not a conducive team. It was trivially easy for the four women to make their enemies use their own powers against themselves. This last fight was the only one they’d have the chance at losing.

Their last opponents were four bug-themed women (insekt skwad) who were originally criminals and became mercenaries. A bell ringing was the indication that the fight was about to start as they opened up to a new area. Every single arena was different, and this time it appeared to be a dirt-covered battlefield with large explosion craters giving the ground an uneven terrain. Some of the craters were big enough for the women to hide in, but it was the most straightforward.

The first round was a congested city with fake people moving around which was the only reason the Olympians had a chance at winning because they could blend in more easily. The second round was in a swamp that had crocodiles roaming the waters as obstacles. Both teams would have had members killed in their fight if there weren’t protections put in place to stop deaths from happening.

The third battlefield was in a futuristic city where the traffic was moving at hundreds of miles an hour, with some cars even flying in the air, making them need to keep constant vigilance otherwise, they’d have been eliminated. The fight finally began with two of the bug-themed women flying out at mock speed to begin the fight. This was a team they happened to fight in the past but neither of the women had the ability to fly last time.

The moment they began trading blows, it was clear that they weren’t the same team they had easily defeated in the past. No, it was only the insekt skwad’s inexperience that allowed them to have a fighting chance against them as the bug team kept making mistakes seasoned fighters wouldn’t. Still, the difference in strength in the Beetle-themed leader could take hits that would debilitate normal humans and counter after taking the hit.

It was a hard-fought fight as the insekt skwad slowly learned how to counter their opponents, and one team just had more stamina than the other. It was a slow and steady defeat for White Canary’s team, and with every member of theirs defeated, it became more and more one-sided until it was just White Canary left. 

Four against one, even with her sonic scream, she eventually lost to a sneak attack. With their defeat, the crowd went wild as Joe Rogan jumped out of his announcer chair and screamed. “Holy shit! Holy shit! She almost got her head kicked off!” 

They were disheartened by their defeat as they went up to claim their prize and show off to the crowd. It was hard for them to put on the fake smiles that they were expected to as something was clearly different with the team they went against. The owner of the company came up after the publicity was done and apologized to them. 

“It appears that the current victors had placed themselves in the wrong category to have a higher chance of winning. So as the team that was cheated out of winning, I’ll give you two options. I can give you the same prize as first place, and you’ll have to sign some waivers to not let it be known that you’ve been cheated… Or I can give you powers similar to them, and you can have a rematch...” The team all looked at each other as their honor didn’t allow them to pick any other option.

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I gave them the same drug that the insekt skwad had. Well, the same drug every woman I slept with got in the form of the USS. Cumming over and over again the four were heavily worked up and it ended with the four of them lifted in the air in full nelsons as they looked at themselves and each other get fucked by the four of me in a mirror. I had my connections attached to a thin, flat piece of skin as they weren’t technically clones but more attachments of myself. I could still feel everything the extra versions of myself felt along with every other sense they had.

All four girls had come to screaming orgasm after screaming orgasm as the situation they found themselves in aroused them more than any had ever been in their entire lives. Except for White Canary, who had a gag in her mouth. As I undid the clasped hands at the back of their heads and dropped them down I made a circle so they could all see their teammates get fucked as I made myself and the clones grow another dick to fill both their bottom holes.

Each had unique kinks as I whispered into Katana’s ear that her husband could hear her getting fucked. Her pussy clenched around me as she came to a seizing orgasm. She had sex with other men after her husband died and had his soul sucked into the sword. He couldn’t hear her, but this was the first time someone had brought up her extremely well-hidden kink of her being shamed that she moved on since he died.

Gypsy was the easiest to please as she was into group activities. Just fucking her with her teammates was getting her off harder than she ever had before. My hands rubbed against Huntress’s sore breasts as she was self-conscious about her small breasts. The drug made them grow up a size, and she had expanded them up another as I convinced her to stop as they were plenty big enough now.

White Canary was leaning completely forward at a ninety-degree angle as I choked her to the verge of unconsciousness. Her kink revolved around her sister’s power as she was extremely jealous that she needed equipment to do what her half-sister could naturally do. The mutant gene unlocked the power she desperately wanted but she lacked control of it. If I let her scream loudly every time she’d have had an orgasm, she’d have killed her friends already. Every time I felt her new power go to activate, I had to clamp down around her throat before she blew out everyone's eardrums.