Isekai into Marvel/DC

Chapter 236-238

Third-Person Point of View

Lobo sat in a rickety, run-down bar positioned on a comet in the middle of nowhere. He was in one of his very few introspective moments. Lobo was normally a brash, in-your-face kind of guy, but maybe once every few years, he sat and remembered that he was the last Czarian in existence. 

Lobo sighed as he drank some of the liquid sludge booze, one of the strongest proofs that would kill weaker alien races with a single drop, but a bottle would only get him tipsy. The brief moment of quiet that Lobo went through was suddenly interrupted as a man broke through the wall of the bar and ripped his arm off. Before Lobo could even start to yell that he was the ‘main man’ whoever attacked him was already gone.

Lobo couldn’t help but yell. “What the fuck was that!?”

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Blackfire’s Point of View

I couldn’t believe my shit luck. I come home and defeat my brother's challenge for the throne only for the coalition of planets that captured and tortured me to push for a marriage between me and its leader. I wouldn’t mind if it was someone stronger than me, but the blob of green weakness had no skills but diplomacy. I attempted to bring my sister back to marry her off, but most of the members were far stronger for some reason than they were just a year ago.

I hated this; I hated being forced to do something, but as the leader, it was my duty. We weren’t strong enough to go against the coalition, it didn’t matter that we were the stronger race, a zackbarian titanite can be overwhelmed by prixilian pixies. They outnumbered us ten thousand to one and were more technologically advanced than us.

I was getting dressed in my wedding attire as I let a single teardrop fall from my eye at the future I wished for. One where my sister is in my place being married off to this disgusting creature. A loud explosion rocked the wedding chapel as several of the enemy's spaceships crashed to the ground. A man flew through one of the windows before looking around. “Oh, sorry about interrupting the wedding going on here. Any chance one of you can point me toward the leader of the Tamaran?”

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Third-Person Point of View

Dr. Minerva was showing Suzy Sherman around the Kree base she would now be living in. Suzy was a half-Kree, half-human hybrid like Carol Danvers(Captain Marvel). Suzy had tried out the hero thing as well but found that she wasn’t really suited for it. The Kree that were there to catch Carol and bring her back also picked up on her as partially Kree as well. They had a much easier time capturing her, and now that she was in space, Suzy was going to make the most out of her kidnapping.

“And that’s just about it. I’ll leave you under the command of Fenn-Ra here. She’ll guide you through your new duties as a Kree galactic enforcer.” Suzy was just about to greet her new commander before someone popped up right beside them. “Carol!... You’re not Carol. You give off the same energy as her, though, but less than her. Well, anyways.”

Fenn-Ra pulled out her pistol before pointing it at the man who had started to ramble. “Put your hands above your head. Who are you?” With a single motion from his hand, the gun was ripped from her grip. Dr. Minerva, who had almost made it to the end of the hall looked back before doing a double take and sprinting back towards us. She threw herself down in front of the man before pleading. “Please, spare them, god. They didn’t know who you are.”

Suzy’s eyes went wide at Minerva’s words. He just nonchalantly spoke. “Sure, sure. Anyways. Do you mind showing me around? I haven’t eaten anything for a while. It would be nice to eat in the company of a few beautiful women, then… Who knows what we can get up to afterward.”

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The Skrull leadership finally made their move. I had been waiting for them to unveil their clones of me, I knew they took my DNA way back near the start of my journey. I knew I’d have to wait for them to do anything with it… I was disappointed with what they did with my powers. The base powers I had weren’t that strong and it took months of cultivating and stealing better powers for me to become as strong as I did. It looks like they did nothing like that, and the Skrull who took on my appearance was slightly stronger than a normal human.

The Skrull wasn’t a shitty version of illegal aliens that the secret wars had them portrayed as but an actual tangible threat towards humanity. They had gotten their asses kicked and most of the living Skrull were on ships floating around Earth because their leader had visions that their race's salvation was on Earth. Veranke had thought that through controlling the humans, she could find out who could give them a new home but… If they just look around the fucking solar system they’d notice the changing that was already happening to the other planets.

The convoluted plan they had was dumb, but that’s why you know it came from a Skrull. I’d have let their plans play out more, but the Skrull clone of me was walking around and talking to my women. From Earth orbit I looked down through the building at the fake me talking with Zatanna who looked more confused that I showed up at her door and didn’t immediately start fucking her.

I flattened the fake in a moment and Zatanna didn’t for a second think that the real me had died. She knew how strong I really was and that whatever was strong enough to kill me would have to do it in person. Plus the corpse was already slowly shifting back into a Skrull so she knew I was here fucking up their plans. I fly into the command center and look at the four female Skrull who were watching a monitor that was watching the fake I just killed.

They all slowly turned in my direction. Veranke, Lyja, X’iv, and the female Super Skrull looked terrified by what I just did. I laughed before saying. “Well, I think the four of you need a spanking for trying to make a clone of me.” In a split second, I slowed time down as I teleport behind each of them and gave each a swat on the ass. With the tension broken we began ‘talks’ as we discussed the cost of them living on the surface of new Mars. And by ‘talks’ I mean I fucked them and let them live on the planet.

Chapter 237

The forces of Apokolips had been heavily depleted. They once ruled over a sixteenth of the known universe, but with the death of Darkseid, they kept losing more and more ground. The moment Darkseid’s death was known, almost every single enslaved planet began to rebel. The forces fought back in an attempt to quell the discord the enslaved planets caused, but they lost almost forty percent of the territory in just a single year.

Since then, it’s only been downhill. The leader became Darkseid’s son, Kalibak but he didn’t have the same qualities of leadership that Darkseid had. Kalibak would often grow enraged when his slaves couldn’t do what he wanted fast enough, which led to him killing many of them. A slave would only be able to talk to Darkseid if he was extremely skilled, and it was necessary to do so because the information couldn’t be explained by anyone else. The same method was no longer used because Kalibak killed too many slaves who were important to their armies.

They had another wave of desertion by the armies with many of their ships on the border of their territories just leaving to find better luck elsewhere. Every loss was another blow into the slowly dying Empire that Darkseid had built. The eleven Furies became eight, then four as more left or were killed. Granny Goodness and Desaad fought for the hand, guiding the brute her come out on top. It also meant the person who ran the day-to-day management of Darkseid’s forces was dead.

The final death blow to their group was when Steppenwolf poisoned Kalibak and stole twenty percent of their fleet. Now, they were only focused on stopping the bleeding of their dead empire. All of them knew that without Darkseid, it was only a matter of time before they collapsed, but even still, they stuck around and tried to stop the revolts. Shrinking the sectors they controlled down to ten percent of their original size was their last hope.

Slowly, they took the reins of Darkseid’s army and were making their way back to being a galactic threat… Until the Justice League showed up. The Justice League began ‘freeing’ the planets they had already given up on protecting. The forces slamming against each other and an off-handed comment on how bad they were actually doing was the only reason Granny Goodness and the Furies weren’t captured because they were trying to stabilize what was happening.

When Darkseid ruled, his sectors had only a few million deaths yearly. Since his death, they have been hemorrhaging almost fifty billion deaths in the constant warfare of already conquered planets as they began fighting for resources. Entire galaxies went to war for the resources they felt they deserved and began enslaving other alien races. Darkseid’s army split into over twenty smaller factions, including Steppenwolf’s faction.

That’s where I came in. They needed a strong pillar to tie them together otherwise, they’d wipe themselves out from infighting. I was strong enough to take over but that would have been an incredible hassle. So, over the next year, I would finish strengthening my armies and take over this quadrant of the universe first. I tracked down the command ship of their army and noticed they were on a planet quelling the rebellion happening at the moment.

The explosions were visible from space as the planet tried to tear itself apart from the civil war. Darkseid still had its loyalists, even years after his death people still thought it was just a test by Darkseid. They waited to see if he would come back after seeing those who rebelled and killed them, but year after year, it didn’t happen.

I looked at Granny Goodness and the four remaining Furies. Gilotina, Mad Harriet, Stompa, and Speed Queen. Bernadeth and Lashina were some of those who died in the fighting, while Big Barda, Giganta, and Knockout were some of those who left after Darkseid’s death. Orion and his mother, Tigra, also fled after Darkseid’s death, with Orion’s mother receiving an almost fatal wound, leaving her bedridden.

Granny Goodness had begun absorbing all the divinity Darkseid would have collected and it did wonders for their figures. They all looked better than they did in the comics or shows, the constant fighting putting them in the best shape of their lives. Granny looked to have de-aged quite a bit as well; she still had silvery white hair but it was cut short to not be used against her while fighting.

The group appeared to be completely militarized as they went through the motions of killing those on the planet who no longer supported Darkseid. I let them know I was there to fight them. “Hello, ladies. Looks like you’re busy at the moment so I won't take much of your time. Stop supporting Darkseid, follow me instead, and I’ll make your lives much better than they ever were.”

They didn’t take what I said seriously, which was fair. They were so busy protecting their territory that they hadn’t heard anything happening outside of it for a long time. They didn’t know there was a man who could match Darkseid in a fight standing in front of them right now. I only used my strength and speed to beat them. They all began to attack simultaneously, whoever dared interrupt their job quelling rebellions needed to be dealt with.

I played with them, and for the first five minutes, all I did was block and dodge their attacks. Granny Goodness was the only one who hadn’t gotten involved and her eyebrows kept rising and rising as I lasted so long without being struck once soundly. With foreplay out of the way, I began to fight back. Grabbing Stompa by her foot, I swung her at Mad Harriet like a mace, smashing both against each other and flinging them back. The chubbiness of Stompa was padding the damage from being too severe for either of them.

Speed Queen might have gotten attacks passed my guard, but her blows were the weakest out of the group,p and they did nothing to me. Even with me only using a tenth of my power, the four of them couldn’t hold up. I waited for Speed Queen to overextend before I moved faster than I had in the past five minutes to catch her. Tilting my body for the moment Gilotina attacked, I grabbed her in my other arm and began squeezing the both of them.

Stompa and Mad Harriet recovered and charged toward me. I rapidly spun around like a Beyblade and launched the two women in my arms as projectiles, knocking them down again. Piling the women on top of each other, I pressed my foot down on them to prove how strong I was. Granny Goodness began to clap at how easily I dispatched her group.

“Good for you. You managed to defeat my Furies with an ease I hadn’t seen since Superman came here. Now, the real question. Why are you really here?” I had two ways to play this from what I saw. I could fuck her with the four other women, make her mine and slowly over years de-age her to someone more beautiful. Or I could kill her and take over the territory as another source of divinity. Deciding to go all out for someone I was going to kill, I let some of my own divinity leak out.

Her eyes went wide again at the strength I could have used against the Furies. She grew ready for a fight, a fight that would never happen as I teleported behind her and ripped her head and spine from her body. I felt the divinity she stole from Darkseid start to fill me as I grew even stronger. Soon, I’d need to dump even more of my powers; otherwise risk the universe being torn apart by my existence again.

The four girls I knocked down only stared in horror at their leader's death. Not just her death, but the ease with which she was dispatched. They were defeated, and the way Darkseid had trained them made them all extremely horny at how easily they were defeated.

Chapter 238

The Furies were the last strong force of Darkseid’s army, and now they were mine. It meant that when they went back to Apokolips, only a paltry resistance would be made to my new rule. I would replace one master for another, and I’d fit into that role like a glove. I deemed it necessary for now; the factions fighting each other were throwing lives away for no reason.

I’d rather they not make a cute alien girl race extinct. They had been fighting for years now, and in the next year, I would rein in their destruction of my future property. Defeating Thanos's army left most of the sectors he owned barren and empty, it meant that other forces could come in and collect without much fighting. Darkseid still had many, many planets with people on them and his own faction turned on them and began taking regardless of the outcome.

The factions killed more people than other factions fighting. The Nova Corps going against Thanos was a small percentage compared to the number of deaths happening as one faction tried to come out on top. I still had to kill Kalibak and Steppenwolf, but that could wait. Right now, I needed to make sure the remaining Furies were on my side. It might also behoove Big Barda to come back and make up for some of the deaths she caused as part of the army.

I looked at the four of them. Gilotina was the most outright beautiful out of the four of them. Her blonde hair and perfect model body oozed sex appeal. Mad Harriet was shorter and very thin with a gymnast body, but she was the feral out of the group. She enjoyed fighting, giving, and taking pain. She also had psychosis as the training she went through from Darkseid turned the demure, mousey girl into a freak who loved fighting.

Speed Queen had purple hair and a runner's body. She was the most enthusiastic about what had just happened. Mad Harriet loved fighting but she still feared the people stronger than her. There was no fear in Speed Queen though; she loved the strong and joined Darkseid’s army outright and didn’t have to go through the brainwashing the other members did to be loyal to him. As long as Darkseid was the strongest, she would remain loyal to him. Darkseid never thought he’d be defeated, so there was no need to have her tortured.

Stompa was perhaps the most different from the comics. She was overweight in the comics, but her shape in this universe was much different. Her black hair was tied up in a ponytail but had snapped free during the fighting, draping down most of her back. She was still big and strong but she had closer to a bodybuilder's physique. Rugged but also feminine. The biggest difference between her and a normal bodybuilder was her massive tits. The breasts which looked normal on her fatter frame now looked gigantic on her thinner frame.

All of them looked like they could fit in perfectly at the Olympics, each in a different event. I had no doubt that with their strengths, they’d each take gold in their different fields of expertise. Three of them had a fear of what I would do to them now that they were captured. Darkseid’s brainwashing was brutal and thorough. Physical, mental, emotional, and even sexual abuse was used to break them down and make them loyal to him.

All had hatred for Darkseid, but they also loved him. The duality of feelings from the brainwashing made what they did seem fine in their minds. Even now, with him dead, almost as many were killed rather than the number that had left. That’s how much they feared Darkseid that they’d stick around on his sinking ship even after his death. They’d rather die than leave, just in case it was all a trick. The brutal torture they suffered from the brainwashing gave them a mental block on ever doing anything Darkseid didn’t want them to do.

That’s why it took five minutes of talking to have them change sides. That sounds fast, but when I didn’t have to say anything for most girls to grow wet at just my appearance, that makes sense. Superman, Darkseid, and I were all at about the same level of physical power. It was hard to tell who was the strongest, but I definitely had the most variety in my powers compared to the other two.

They were both heavily focused on physical powers or ones related to fighting, while I was more well-rounded. I did have a specialty, though, and that was getting women to sleep with me. Otherworldly beauty did most of the work, but there was also the divinity in me, which made me even more appealing. The divinity inside a person would change depending on the type of person it was. Unconsciously, I made myself even more appealing, and in a few years, I had no doubt I’d become a love god the same way Loki was god of tricks and Thor was god of thunder.

It wasn’t brainwashing, and it didn’t work on those who didn’t want to have sex with me, but it made my intentions very clear. I wanted to have sex with them, and that was enough for most women. I brought the old, sturdy circular bed out of my storage. The four of them crawled onto the bed and I had them hold each other's hand, forming a circle.

The four were positioned more like a plus sign than a circle, each lying in a different direction as I finally began. This was the last fun I could have off-world. Too many things were going to be happening in the next few months with even more keeping me around for the foreseeable future. I enjoyed each woman to the fullest as I started to speed up. 

Pushing their legs up, the four of me turned the plus sign into a diamond as their feet almost touched. Speeding up even further, I mating pressed the four of them with no plans on impregnating them at the moment. Right now, I needed them as leaders of my future troops, which would be impossible for them if they had my children in their bellies.

All of them wanted children except for Gilotina, she was still waiting for the shoe to drop. Her time with Darkseid was far worse because she had more willpower for Darkseid to break. Deep down, she still thought Darkseid would return, and she was right. He would return eventually, but by then, I’d overwhelm him even more than I did at the moment. She didn’t have to fear Darkseid.

She was going through the motions and just wanted to feel anything but hatred in herself for what she had done under Darkseid’s rule. The four left all had a crippling mental problem. Depression, sadism, thrill-seeking/strength worship, and fear of being abandoned or left behind. The things Darkseid did to them only made those feelings worse.

It was hard to keep fucking them with how messed up they all were mentally from the situation they were put in… I said it was hard, not impossible though. I’d fix them up after we were done here and before I went back to Earth. I’d have to head to Apokolips to kill Kalibak. All of them orgasmed around the same time, and I thought I’d kick it up another notch before finishing myself. 

Me and my three other clones each grew another dick to fuck both of their bottom holes as I sped up even more. Pounding them so hard, the ground started to indent from the bedframe, the sound of our bodies slapping together so loud it sounded like gunshots on a battlefield. The sheer force causing localized Earthquakes, the good thing about these Furies is they sure could take a pounding.