Flying from Chicago to Utah is just long enough to drink a gas station coffee, if you like your coffee lukewarm. I pierce through the clouds and turbulence like a hot knife through butter, feeling the rush of wind brushing against my face. Even after a while it's still exhilarating. The suit performs well. I see a glint of light off the silver gauntlets (I switched them from orange) and I smile because I know damn well that I look good. I see the view changing from endless plains to rock formations and I know I'm close.
The Guardian base isn't exactly a secret. It's more of a wink and a nudge, something buried in a mountain, like a tattoo beneath a sleeve. I set down gently, my boots kicking up only a faint cloud of dust. I can hear the laughter inside already. I phase through the security doors, just because I can, and the smell hits me first. Burned burgers, bargain basement champagne, and the faint tang of one of the scientists' nervous perspiration.
On the surface, Rudy appeared as lifeless as ever. His spine was straight and his eyes had the shine of a couple of marbles. In his heart, however, this was a man with a tempest going on inside. I could feel the tension emanating from him in acrid flavours like sucking on a nine-volt battery. Amanda was chatting to a group of male Guardians. They were mostly interchangeable lugs with faces I hadn't bothered to remember the names of, but her smile was a hair too wide and her giggles a second too delayed.
Because she wanted to make Rudy jealous? I did not know what exactly caused the split between them, but this could be her way of coping. Or a punishment. Either way, the atmosphere was so heavy that I could probably cut it apart with my gauntlets.
And then Mark—fucking Invincible—saw me across the room.
It wasn't the strength of a Viltrumite fist that got me. It was the way his face twisted, twisted into shock, relief, grief, joy, a thousand emotions all at once, for just half a second before he launched himself at me like a rocket. He collided with me, and if I was a human, I would have gone through three walls, but his arms wrapped around my waist and clenched, hard enough to crush a tank.
"You're alive," he croaked, sounding as if he were sixteen once more, and I could feel the pounding of his heart against my ribcage—frantic and desperate. "Thragg—I saw, we saw—"
I let him hug me for a second, and took the impact like I took everything else. Then I thumped his back with one hand. "I'm hard to kill, kid. You know that."
I probably sounded harsher than I intended, but Mark didn't seem to notice. He just squeezed a little harder, his fingers sunk into the joint troughs of my suit as if he'd lose me forever if he relaxed.
Eve's hands were raised to her mouth behind him, her eyes wide and moist, and I could see her pulse beating like a spidery dance of hope and shock. No one said a word until someone dropped a champagne bottle. The glass popped loud enough to make a couple of the younger agents jump.
It took me a fraction of a second to glance behind Mark and notice Eve. God damn, she was even more attractive with the baby weight. She was fuller, hips a little wider, and her stomach poked out past her clothes, like she was challenging me not to stare. Shit if I could help it. When she noticed my gaze, she sucked in a breath, blushing, and I felt that old warmth spreading through my abdomen.
I pried Mark off me, laughing, and thumped him on the back, nearly sending him to his knees. "Save the waterworks,until I'm really dead" I told him, winking at him before I turned to face the rest of the crowd.
I noticed Amanda (or as I call her; Monster Girl) already waiting for me, tapping her fingers on her leg; a dead giveaway that she wanted something. The sexual aura from the various Guardians she was with was almost laughable; if they were dogs, they would have probably tripped over their own genitals. I approached them with heavy footfalls on the floor, drawing her eyes; her eyes widened ever so slightly at this.
I could feel Rudy's eyes drilling into the back of my head, his feelings a raging fire of jealousy, acceptance and regret like old whiskey. I smiled, but I didn't look back. No sense pushing my luck. Not yet.
Except I just sort of … folded myself into the Guardians' midst, like I was one of them. And, you know, I sort of was. The meatheads bristled, detecting a rival. Amanda's mouth twisted, her smile sharper. "Well, well, well," she said, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder. "the prodigal asshole returns."
I kept on smiling, leaving Amanda's shot to linger in the air, like the smoke from a gun's barrel after it's been fired. The Guardians surrounding us started fidgeting, their confidence dying away in the face of me, like a pack of hyenas upon discovering a lion has stumbled into their feeding grounds.
"Prodigal?" I repeated, savoring the word. "No, just a little late to the party." I darted a glance at Rudy out of the corner of my eye, his heart racing in his chest, his thoughts curdling in the air like week-old milk.
Amanda raised an eyebrow, her mouth quivering in a way that meant she was unsure whether to be offended or entertained. The party swirled around us, the din of the laughter and clinking of glasses making the awkwardness easier, more of a show. I played my role, smiling at the appropriate times, slapping backs, guzzling the champagne like it didn't taste like ass. The whole time, Rudy's gazed at Amanda like a punched puppy. Shit, I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
In a different reality—where I wasn't a complete asshole—I might have cared about their little love spat. I might have offered to help mediate, or something. But that one stopped existing the day I discovered I could do anything with my abilities and get away with it. Right now, I just really wanted to get laid with Amanda. Not enough to do it in front of poor, lovestruck Rudy, but enough.
Mark and Eve were the first to go – she snuggled into his side and he had his arm around her waist as if he thought the universe was going to try to take her away from him too. I noticed Eve turn and look back at me with her mouth open like she wanted to say something to me. Luckily she didn't. That would have been a really dumb move. I knew she'd be my girl at some point, I just had to wait for canon to do it's thing.
The other Guardians departed in pairs and trios, their good-natured joking dying away into the fluorescent glare of the base's lighting. At some point between the third and fourth farewell, Rudy departed as well, his shoulders bowed under the burden of a thousand poor life choices. I didn't need my Empath abilities to feel the gall coating him – it pulsed from him in almost palpable waves. Amanda observed his retreat with an enigmatic expression, her hand closing around the stem of her champagne flute before upending it with a swift motion of her wrist.
"Finally," she said, banging the glass down so hard that it cracked the stem. The noise rang out in the quiet. "Thought they'd never leave."
I didn't let her get another word out. One moment Amanda was staring furiously at the empty doorway through which Rudy had just disappeared, the next I had her up against the wall, kissing the hell out of her. I kissed her hard enough to leave a mark, and she moaned into my mouth—first in surprise, then in desire—digging her fingers deep into the fabric of my shirt to find some leverage, because o it was all she could do to cling on for dear life. The spark of attraction between us was automatic, the way a match flares instantly if you hold the flame to the right kind of wood. My tongue was filling her mouth even as hers was filling mine, the two of us tasting champagne and need, and then she nipped down sharply with her teeth, making me grunt.
She automatically rotated her hips with mine, she had felt it — the hard curve of my erection straining against the thickness of my suit pants, hard and heavy. Amanda gave a little hum in my mouth, a muffled but real hum, her fingers curving into my shoulders in a way that left bright marks even through the thick suit.
I snarled into her mouth, my hands dropping to her thighs, yanking her off her feet so that her legs wrapped around my hips. The pressure was lovely—her warmth grinding against me, the wetness spreading through her uniform, against my dick through the fabric of my suit.
"You're a little insatiable, aren't you?" Amanda said, her lips brushing against my jawline as I carried her down the hall, my fingers digging into her hips as her fingernails raked across the nape of my neck.
"Just for you," I lied, and I kicked open the door to my old quarters. It hadn't been altered in the time since I'd become Bastion Prime. There were dust motes floating in the faint light, and the bed was still tightly made, except for where age had gotten to it. I could smell dust, leather, and Amanda's perfume, which smelled like roses and cordite. I heaved her onto the bed, and she gasped. The mattress complained under her.
She'd ust managed to prop on her elbows before I pulled my gauntlets off. It took my fingers a few seconds to undo the concealed seam on my suit's groin panel. Amanda's eyes dropped with a snapped breath.
"Jesus fucking Christ," she whispered, eyes wide as my cock sprang out - thick, engorged and leaking pre-cum onto the white sheets. "You've got a fire hose."
I played it cool, grabbing the back of her head when it seemed like she was having second thoughts, and giving her a light push in my direction. Amanda opened her mouth, darted the tip of her tongue out to touch me, and I forced my way in between her teeth.
She gagged — just a reflex — and then clenched down, her throat trembling as I hit the tonsils. That warm, sopping space was obscene, her slobber coating my cock as she clenched, snorting with every breath.
She batted her eyelids, the corners of her eyes brimming with tears as she tried to take me all the way in, but I didn't ease back. I grabbed a fistful of her ponytail, tilting her head just so that I could see the tendons of her neck pop out. Her heartbeat racing against my knuckles like a caged sparrow, and damn if that didn't give my cock a thrill.
Amanda's hands clenched into fists, nails scraping into the fabric of my pants as she struggled to hold on. I could feel her muffled moans, the vibrations running up my cock like electrical shocks.
"That's it," I whispered, pulling her head back, farther, staring down as her throat bulged in that obscene ring around me. I wrapped my fingers in her hair, tugging until they were just short of hurting. "Bet Rudy never had you like this, huh? Bet he couldn't even fill half this mouth." The words were harsh, tinted with a darker pleasure as Amanda's eyes drifted closed, a whimper buzzing through my cock.
She gagged once—a wet, choked sound—and I felt her swallow reflexively, her throat constricting around me like a fist. Christ. I pumped my hips and went in deeper, feeling my nuts draw up.
"Gonna fill your little mouth up," I growled, the tension coiling in my groin. "Gonna pump you so full you're gonna taste me for days." Amanda's fingers tightened around my thighs, digging in enough to make her nails snag through the fabric, and I knew she was almost ready—her snatch would be running, hungry.
I pulled her head back enough to see what I was doing to her - spit shining on her chin, her lips drawn up grotesquely around my cock. Her eyelids fluttered and more tears dripped from her eyes, and damn if that didn't cause me to lose it. The first shot struck her like a crack across the face, and Amanda's eyes turned upwards as she swallowed instinctively, her throat convulsively working. I groaned, fucking into her mouth as I fired away, each stroke splattering against the back of her mouth with a nasty, liquid sound. "That's it, swallow," I growled, pulling on her hair. "Every damn drop."
When I finally managed to withdraw, a string of semen dangled between us before popping. Amanda snorted and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, but she never took her eyes off my cock, which was still erect, still pulsating. I raised an eyebrow and gently knocked the glans against her lower lip. "Round's two gonna be worse," I said, and she sucked in a breath as her eyes went glassy with arousal.
I didn't let her catch her breath. I used one hand to roll her onto her back, her clothes vanishing like a shedding skin when I touched her. Her essence came up to me, a musky, needy smell, and I ran my cock over her lips, coating myself in her juices. Amanda lifted off the bed, a little cry pushed from her throat as I slapped my dick against her pussy, the noise loud and naughty in the stillness of the room. "Fuck… Zandale…" she breathed, her hands clenching in the bedding.
Missionary had always been my least favorite position. It was so… vanilla. So boring. But there was just something to be said about looking down and watching as Amanda fell apart underneath me. Her tits jiggled with each gentle stroke, and her thighs shook in my grasp as I held them open. I pressed into her slowly, enjoying the way her cunt clenched around me before finally giving in and letting me inch my way inside, her muscles closing around me like a damn fist. She moaned, her fingers digging deep into my chest, where I knew she'd leave marks later. "God you're so damn tight," I groaned, circling my hips and applying as much pressure to her clit as I could just so I could hear her moan again.
Amanda was tossing her head back and forth, her ponytail spilling down, strands everywhere. "Fuck…faster…" she said, humping me, but I grabbed her hips and held her down, forcing myself to stay at the same speed. "Nope," I said, teeth grazing her ear, and her earlobe. "I make the rules." She clenched her little box down on me, and I chuckled, pulled myself almost completely out and shoved back into her so hard the headboard was hitting the wall again. She shrieked into my shoulder, teeth bared into the meat of my arm, like she wanted to draw blood.
But soon I wasn't gentle about it, pounding away at her like a madman. With each stroke I rammed into her, she lost her breath, her breasts were shaking all over the place, her legs trembling. I reached under her knee and pulled her leg up toward her chest. She about lost it then, too. She dug her fingernails into my back and clawed at me, tearing my skin. That just added to my frenzy. "That's it," I roared, banging away into her, making the headboard thud against the wall. "Take it."
Amanda's cries turned to sobs as she came, her pussy squeezing tight around my cock. I didn't stop, but kept pounding into her until she cried out again, though this time, it was in a rush of nonsensical words. She'd soaked through the sheet underneath her, and the smell of sex hung heavy in the air. I kept nailing her until she came again, my nuts smacking against her ass with each stroke, loud in the little room.
She clenched around me, her walls trying to squeeze the semen from me, and damn if I wasn't close. The tension was building in my lower belly, hard and fast, until my eyes blurred at the edges. I shoved myself all the way into her, pressed against her clit just to see her shudder, her back bowing off the bed as if she'd been shocked. "I'm gonna fill you up," I snarled, my voice like sandpaper, my fingers making dents into her hips. "Gonna pump you so full you'll fucking drip with me."
Amanda gasped, her snatch flexing around me with another orgasm—this one less strong, but still quite forceful. She clawed at my chest, slicing me open, but I hardly noticed. My balls contracted, my energy reaching a crescendo, and I groaned, forcefully, as I emptied myself into her.
The first jet rammed into her cervix, and Amanda whimpered. Her thighs shook around me. I continued to fuck her throughout the jets, pumping each load into her with a second contraction of my cock. Her cervix opened to take it, and I could feel her swallowing all of it, her breathing into my collarbone. Sex hung heavy in the air. Her, me, our juices.
I slowly pulled out and dripped on her puffed up snatch along her thighs. Amanda convulsed, her hands beating the sheets. "Turn over." I gave her a small slap on the ass, enough to give her a red hand-mark. Amanda immediately turned around without any resistance. She fell on her knees and arched her back again. You could just see the flare between her legs, my cum dripping out of her snatch and dripping down her legs, raised up for me to see.
I didn't need any more foreplay, myself. I dug my fingers into her hips so hard I was almost sure to leave a mark. Then I forced myself back inside her in one vicious shove. I heard Amanda's shriek split in the middle as I suddenly hilted myself in her, my cock forced through her cervix all the way. She was already clenched from the climax I'd given her, and the response of her slit told me she was ready again. It felt different, too. I was deeper, stronger. With every stroke, I made her emit a thick gasping sound, and I could feel the weight of her breasts swinging beneath her as I pounded into her with my body.
"You're mine now," I groaned, pounding into her so hard that the bed creaked on the floor. Amanda let her head fall on her shoulders, her back arched in a pornographic posture as she attempted to speak. I swatted her ass, hard, marking it with a red palm print. "Say it."
"F-fuck—" she stuttered, her hands digging into the sheets.
Amanda's back arched further, trying to adjust to taking it all. "Say it" I plowed into her, the sound of slapping flesh filling the room. Her moan turned into a whimper, her thighs quivering. "Y-yours," she panted, "I'm yours—fuck, Zandale, please—"
That was enough for me. My fingers clenched her hips, I started pounding erratically as that fire in my belly was burning out of control now. Amanda's vagina clamped down on me like a fist, her interior muscles making flapping motions as she was coming again. I just couldn't contain it anymore. I pushed into her all the way, rubbing my groin against her clitoris as I started pumping my semen into her, my pulsations thick and heavy. Amanda was shivering under me, gasping with every new pulse, squeezing me as if trying to extract my very last drop.
I pulled out slowly, cum running down her gullied lips. Amanda flopped onto the bed, her limbs all relaxed and exhausted, her breasts heaving with heavy breathing. I grinned, running a finger down the line of her back. She was one of my girls now, and she'd never even been stolen.
Rudy had managed that on his own.
The pieces of my memory of what happened in the Flaxan Dimension clicked into place. Rudy had pretty much become a dictator over the Flaxans—relying on their slavery, even of the Zaxal royal family—to hold power. Amanda found out he was making them dig in mines and it completely went against her morals. So she fought back. She befriended the Zaxals. She was nice to them. Especially Zall. Rudy thought her friendship with them, her kindness was a sign of disloyalty to him. To his leadership. To him.
The fact that he'd sent her straight into my bed—literally in this case—didn't even register with him or maybe it did, and he didn't care. He had drove her to me, to find comfort, to find a friend, all because of his possessive nonsense. The first time, it was with Zall Zaxal, and now it was with me, centuries later.