Isekai into Marvel/DC

Chapter 239-241

I sat back leisurely, enjoying my trip back to Earth in the Marauder's ship. It was still filled with glitter, which caused some problems when the ship was checked. They thought it was an attack or a material used to track people who came in contact with it, which caused them the most trouble. The months it would have taken them to be included were shortened to weeks because of their connections to me.

That was how the Nova Empire worked. Everything was wrapped up in bureaucratic tape. During my entire space journey, the crew became flagged for travel in the Nova Empire’s controlled sectors. That was all they wanted to do so they wouldn’t be considered space pirates in the future, which is what happened on their first journey without me.

Everyone was tense from the effort they were put through, filling out form after form and undergoing test after test. My presence didn’t make it any easier on them either. I sipped on a chocolate milkshake I brought from Earth, they were also pissed at me for not just portalling them but this was the last bit of freedom I had from Earth for the foreseeable future.

I was making my way back home casually because I was in no hurry for the amount of work I was going to have to do once I got back. I got a ping, which surprised me. A ship just about the same size as the Marauders entered the security net I put around the solar system. A ship that was beyond what Earth should be able to produce making it extraterrestrial.

I stood up before giving them a heads up that I was leaving. “Got something I got to check out. Make your way back the rest of the way on your own.” I teleported in the direction of the unknown ship.

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Godiva’s Point of View

I couldn’t believe our shit luck. The spaceship I was gifted by my platonic friend Booster Gold and his 'best friend' Ted Kord had a mind of its own. It headed off into space towards an unknown planet, and it took smashing the autopilot to pieces for it to stop, which left me stranded in space without the knowledge to fly the ship.

I tried my best, but with my food supply rapidly running out, I decided to crash-land on the closest planet. From there, I spent another month finding someone who knew how to fly and fix all the damage I had caused to the ship. After another adventure to acquire the credits we needed for the parts, we were finally making our way back to Earth.

The crew I teamed up with was surprisingly human-looking. The planet I landed on was a mixture of different alien races but it seemed like most stuck around other people they looked like, just like on Earth. DeHalle, Ariel, and Andromeda were the crew I signed up with, and all of us were empowered in some way. DeHalle became our defacto leader. 

She was also the only one in our crew who knew her way around a ship and handled fixing it in a time faster than a decade. DeHalle was also right up my strike zone for women. I preferred men to women, but if a girly caught my eye, I’d make my move on her. She was a powerhouse and handled a gun just as well as the energy she controlled. A butch body with a tomboy attitude, the way she brushed her hair out of her face set me off something fierce.

Ariel was more like me. All of us were competent, but she had that feminine side to her, and as it turned out, she was also from Earth and ended up stranded on that planet as well. It really felt like some cosmic shenanigans were at play. Andromeda was our bruiser. She had the normal flying bruiser powers with super strength, speed, and durability.

She could shrug off blaster bolts that could burn through metal and hit another strike zone for the type of girl I liked. She was a ditsy, shy girl when it came to everything but fighting. More than once, I had to catch her as she tripped over her own feet. I wanted to be in the middle of a tough tomboy and ditsy big-breasted demure girl sandwich… I guess Ariel could join in, too, if she wanted.

That’s when several odd things started to happen. The first was us leaving behind all of our spare clothes on the planet by accident. That should have been fine, it just meant that for the two weeks of travel, we would have to walk around naked(my suggestion) while our clothes were in the wash. They settled on going in their bra and panties instead, and that was when the second unlucky thing happened.

The washing machine malfunctioned and tore all our clothes to pieces. It wasn’t that big of a deal in terms of bad things that could happen in space, but it was still annoying. After DeHalle fixed the machine, we did spend some time completely naked as our bras and panties were in the wash. I tried my best not to stare, but it was extremely difficult. Even Ariel had a rocken body, and the carpet matched the drapes.

She had short pixie blonde hair with pink stripes on her head and above her cute pussy. Both the other girls were bare-down bottom, both were aliens, so it must have just been an alien thing to not have it. I still shaved every other day; you never know when sex might happen, so I was always prepared. It was hard not to cheer when we entered the solar system.

In just a few hours, we’d make it to Earth, and I could kiss the ground after I knew I was safe. It would be a long time before I went back into space. We had our clothes in the wash, if we were going to be showing up in our bra and panties then they sure as shit better be clean when we get there. I lounged back on one of the food crates as I tried to not get splinters in my ass when a man suddenly appeared in the middle of the ship.

I fell backward off the crate as the sudden human appearance was noticed by just about everyone. DeHalle, who was the first in the shower. Panicked shouting began until I got a better look at the guy. It was Danny Fucking Storm! ‘THEE’ Danny Fucking Storm! By now, he was probably the most famous person on the planet.

Stood before him were three beautiful naked women- make that four beautiful naked women as DeHalle came barreling out of the bathroom soaking wet. We looked at each other, I could see the thought going through everyone's head at the same time. What the fuck are the chances this hunk of a man to pop up out of nowhere. I didn’t care what the other girls did, but I wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass me by.

I closed the distance between us as I pushed my naked body against his. His arm instinctively wraps around me protectively as I whisper. “Hey, handsome. What are you doing in this part of the solar system?” With that cocksure grin that I’d seen on TV which made my pussy tingle he answered. “I’m just enjoying the last bit of vacation I have left until I go back to Earth. You girls want to help me with that?”

Chapter 240

One month later…

“Push! Push!” The doctor encouraged Natasha. I couldn’t help but shake from emotion as I held the first baby in my hands. It was crazy. I fought against the embodiment of Satan, became the richest person in the world, and started my galactic empire, but I couldn’t help but shake from my first children being born in this world. 

Natasha wanted to have the children naturally instead of just letting me pull them out of her body by manipulating her biomass around the babies. Every few minutes, I’d recheck my daughter and make sure there was nothing wrong with her. I might have had a deep-rooted fear that something bad was going to happen to them now that they were born.

I was waiting for the shoe to drop, things had gone perfectly for me for almost a year now, and I knew they were ready to throw some comic bullshit in my direction now that I had a family. I should have prepared better. If I had just buckled down and got the last bit of power, I should have killed more villains so nothing bad could have happened. After this is over, I should proactively hunt down the remaining villains who might hurt them. 

I heard her soft voice. “Trade me.” At some point while I was worrying, she had my little boy. I’m glad her sister was here doing the camera work because I was way too prone to getting stuck in my own head and would have missed it. I went through the motions and traded her babies. God, I wish I wasn’t such a neurotic mess. The first thing I did was check him for any health complications.

I couldn’t look away from his eyes. I made this little fucker. At some point, I began crying and let it happen. Was this the first time in this world I cried tears of joy? I couldn’t remember, I just got lost in the moment. Today, this was all that mattered. I’d worry about everything else after today.

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The past month I was not only busy with preparing for my children to be born but also working on a galactic force to help stabilize Darkseid’s territory. The plan was to make clones to lead the bulk of my symbiotic armies. I was starting out small, but over time, I would expand. The clones were made from a mixture of my DNA, Kryptonian, Czarian, and whatever alien race that clone would be sent to.

They didn’t have all of my abilities, but they were far stronger and harder to kill than most people in the universe. Add on their endosym armor, infinity lantern ring, lightsaber, and golem armor, and each clone could fight toe-to-toe with Thanos. The galactic force was only seven hundred strong, one hundred of each infinity stone at the moment, but it would expand to much larger numbers.

Seven hundred would become seven thousand if they did a good enough job. I wasn’t going to expand out of control and make a bunch of infinitely evolving horny superbeings to rule over all the planets. They were sterile because of that and I made sure that they didn’t have any ability to absorb power as they were already ridiculously strong as is.

My businesses were doing well without my input, which was nice. The rich got richer and that did involve me. I had diversified what I did outside the starting companies I had and had grown into pretty much every type of business possible. Food, clothes, watches, glasses, rings, planes, trains, and possibly space travel. That was what I was working on more than anything else.

Reverse engineering the ships I saw throughout the universe, I knew I could make something better. Having gigantic warp gates that teleported you across the galaxy wasn’t something so farfetched in my mind and was completely possible if I kept working on it. Soon, not only would Earth go through a space boom but the rest of the universe would also be able to get around much easier than they ever could before.

Expanding from being the richest person on the planet to the richest person in the universe was the next step in my goals. That was what life was about: setting goals to accomplish and living life to the fullest in between accomplishing them. I was going to slow down on the number of women I slept with soon… It was starting to get overwhelming.

Every second of my spare time was spent answering booty calls and taking care of the women who were already pregnant. At some point, it came out how many baby mommas I had, and even as the richest person on the planet, that was still frowned upon by most people. Most women wanted to know how they could get in on that action, and many of my known houses had lines of women waiting for me to return to them.

It really put into perspective how little I thought things through at the beginning. I was about to be the father to like… Thousands of babies over the next year. Freaking out over my children would kill me if I worried about it too much. While the babies born so far were fine, they did have a leg up on normal humans. The mixture of USS in both our bodies made them stronger than the other babies.

My powers didn’t bleed over to them, at least the first set of children didn’t. I would have to keep track and make sure it wasn’t just my first babies that got unlucky. I remember when I first made them, I was worried they wouldn’t get any and now I only see it as a blessing. If there were thousands of me running around in a few decades, the world would be far too small for all of our egos.

It might take months for their powers to manifest; they could get none, some, or all of the powers I had when I impregnated Black Widow. I would just have to keep an eye out for it. Zander and Melina were definitely smarter than other babies. It was only a few days since they were born, and they were already up and crawling around spitting out baby babble.

I knew they were going to be stronger and smarter, but it was worrying how fast they were growing out of normal baby behaviors. Soon, they’d be up walking and speaking, and after that, who knew how fast they’d grow. I was worried about the future but also more content than I had ever been in either of my lives. If I died right now, I still would feel satisfied with what I have accomplished so far.

It was stunning the difference I felt compared to the apathy I felt when I first arrived. I went from not caring if I died to being so fulfilled that I wouldn’t mind dying… It was nice. I cuddled up to Natasha. She took the babies out earlier to get them used to the outside world and they both handled it like champs. She looked exhausted from being a mother but also just as content as me.

We formed a protective shell as we both fell asleep with our two children between us.

Chapter 241

One year later…

Humanity was now a spacefaring race. I dragged them kicking and screaming into space, which was good for our planet because there was a huge boom of children from the safer environment the planet had. Who would have guessed that when you aren’t worried about getting held hostage by a clown with a fish that breathes out poisonous gas, you get busy more often?

Stabilizing Darkseid’s territory took up most of my time. First, I had to prove I was as strong, if not stronger, than the man I was going to replace. That started the ball rolling on many of the factions coming back under my control; killing Kalibak and Steppenwolf was the next thing I did. Kalibak was still recovering from the poison that had put him into a coma. I wasn’t giving him the chance to wake up.

Steppenwolf put up a decent fight, at least until I went higher than ten percent of my power. He had more experience in fighting, which made up for my better speed and mental processing. I could think faster, but fighting was so ingrained in him that he could unconsciously block my attacks until I moved faster and faster, overwhelming him.

Brainiac and Ultron came back. They went through the same process as Nimrod and became female robots devoted to me. I didn’t even need to fight them, he was hidden from my scans and powers, so I couldn’t until he revealed himself. The moment he tried to tap into Earth's internet, Hestia fucked him up. She had only fought Nimrod to stress test her body, which turned out to be a stress test for Nimrod instead.

It turned out the best stress test for them was having sex with me. I was also now the proud father of 16748 children. At some point around the third time I was waiting for one of my wives to give birth, I realized how boring the birth of your babies was. I was all hyped for it the first few times but… Waiting eight hours for one of my women to pop out two babies I could pull out of their body in seconds with no hassle really started to grate on me.

It was like every woman wanted to prove she was a woman by having children naturally, and every single woman wanted me to be there for the entire process. At some point, I had to go kill one of the villains with the duplication power just so I wouldn’t spend every second awake in a hospital waiting for children to be born.

Duplication was an insidious power. The more you used it, the more it made problems seem trivial. Why worry about protecting the universe when I could just make a couple of clones of myself and send them off to defend it? Because that is an incredibly bad idea. I purposely nerfed the power, only allowing the clones to survive for twenty-four hours. The clones also had a scaled-back set of my powers. I was only going to use my clones for trivial problems and the memories I got back from my clones were also tapered down to only the important bits.

Some of my children had powers. Some were born with them while others were only stronger than base human because of the USS both their parents had when they were conceived. You don’t realize how creepy some powers are until you have a baby begging for milk telepathically at just two weeks old. There were some mishaps because of this, but I mainly left it to the mom of the children to discipline them if they had powers that could corrupt them.

The mothers seemed to play a much larger role in whether or not the children got powers in the end. At least until I gained my divinity, my children were born technical demigods from then on. It gave my children born after I gained divinity a huge advantage. I couldn’t possibly gift my powers to every child of mine that didn’t have any. So it just so happened that luck and who I slept with first played a big part in the powers our children received.

Natasha didn’t mind; she loved them unconditionally. In fact, she was just about ready to give birth to our second set of children. She wanted a big family, and I planned on giving her one. She was still the one I trusted the most. I probably loved Raven the most and lusted after Wonder Woman more than any of my other women. While the women were being strengthened, I found another thing my powers were doing to them.

They all stopped aging, and some were even getting younger every time we had sex. I guess as dual cultivation evolved into immortal cultivation, it changed to affect the lifespan of my sexual partners. I had broken up with about fifty of the women I was sleeping with. We were just in different places in life, and being part of a mega-harem like mine came with its own set of problems and some women didn’t want to have to share someone else's love.

I could feel the restricting chains placed upon the universe slowly start to weaken. Not only was the plot armor of everyone slowly fading, but I felt that soon I’d be able to resurrect the dead and perhaps travel through time or to alternate dimensions. It was only a matter of time now, and I was waiting for it. Things had mostly settled down so… I could go on an alternate dimension quest I wanted to do for a while.

I wanted to bed the goddesses and bedding the other dimensional beings should be a nice way to pass the time. I was starting to get excited thinking about it. One last trip before settling down again until all the restrictions are removed, then I’d go wild again in other universes. Showing up and pimp slapping the Injustice universe Superman or Crime Syndicate Ultraman I choose my hero name from sounded like it would be extremely fun.

“Yoohoo! Come join us at the pool, hubby!” I heard Harley yell from outside as I was lost in thought, thinking about all I had accomplished over the past year. As I opened the sliding glass door I looked over all my beautiful wives who lived with me here at the mansion. I had another five mansions like this one, each with about twenty women inside. It was exhausting to constantly bounce to and from every girl's house, so this was a pretty decent halfway point they all agreed on. I wanted them to all live together on an island but ‘fuck island’ was turned down by most of them.

I couldn’t help but run and do a cannonball, making the girls sitting at the edge of the pool squeal as the water splashed on them, ruining their sunbathing. The kids must have been being taken care of on the other side of the mansion because most were going topless. When the beauties had their breasts out like this, it only meant one thing.

It was baby-making time. I playfully splashed the girls in the pool as Ivy and Harley started a game of chicken. Chicken became a splash fight became me chasing Harley for taking it too far became pool sex. I didn’t let my clones have sex, but I could still make more of me from the same body. I was selfish in that way. The clones could send back feelings, but it still felt a step too far, in my opinion. I was already overdoing it with the children I had… Maybe in a thousand years, I’d feel different, but I’d see how I feel then.