The deer in the headlights look she gave me let me know one hundred percent that she didn't expect me to say that. A few seconds passed as she likely thought about what exactly to say. She must have finally decided on the truth.
"One of the surgeries done to me was to have most of the pain and pleasure receptors weakened. I still have some feelings, but it's only a whisper compared to the feelings in my memories."
"Well, the way my power works is you have to orgasm, so… Unless you have a way to get yourself there or any ideas, I don't think you'll get anything out of this."
I asked her this for several reasons. If she agreed to just have sex it meant she most likely wanted more DNA. If she disagreed, we could move on to why she was actually here. If she agreed to show off what she needs to do to orgasm is to make herself stronger but it would be her willingly showing herself as vulnerable. The third option was the least likely. I had no doubt that soon she would stand up and get dressed telling m-.
"It takes a lot to get me to cum. You're going to have to put a lot of work into it if you actually want me to try this. I'll show you the first time."
She slowly dragged one of her hands down the front of her body, stopping just below her belly button. The other hand went to her vagina, and she placed two fingers snugly inside of herself. I've seen this in porno's before, but it would lead to climax in just seconds. The minutes it took for her to get close were very telling of how badly they messed her body up.
I knew for a fact that if I wasn't touching her, we weren't practicing dual cultivation, but I didn't know much about it besides that. I tested to see if just placing my hands on her legs was enough to trigger it. She hadn't made any noise over the course of fingering herself, and even when she orgasmed, there wasn't much sound. I knew then that it didn't count, but I'd need to experiment more to learn everything about the power. I asked her.
"Well, you were probably sent here to learn everything about my sex power, right? I'd like to try a few things to see what exactly I need to do for it to count."
We spent the next several hours trying practically everything. I had her jack me off, which didn't count. Then she gave me head, which did count for me. She gave me head while masturbating, which counted for both of us. Finally, I helped her masturbate, which didn't count until I stuck my dick inside of her.
As long as my dick was in an orifice when either of us came, it would count. We settled on both of us masturbating, and when either got close, she would put my dick in her mouth. At one point, I couldn't help but think about the situation some more and start laughing hysterically. She looked like she was going to be mad, but soon started laughing along with me.
We finished up just before it started getting dark, and I held her back before she was going to leave. "Your body probably feels strange right now, correct?" She came back in and nodded her head before I continued. "It's full of chi or mana right now with nowhere to go. If you leave it like that without guiding it, you'll form a core that will hinder your progress in the future tremendously. I'd rather not have that happen to any of the women I sleep with."
I guided her back into the house and started instructing her on what to do. "Copy the way I'm sitting and close your eyes. We should do this outside in a park for full effect, but I think you're skilled enough to get it down surrounded by all these distractions." I sat in the lotus position and waited for her to copy me.
"Alright, you're going to want to feel around for the energy inside you. It feels different for most people; some say it feels like an electric eel, others like a ball of good memories. Just try to find it inside yourself. When you do start slowly, I mean very slowly, stretching it into a rope to wrap around your body. Most magical practitioners would do one big rope to form a circle, but it won't be as strong as dozens of smaller ropes."
I did so as well. I don't have nearly enough chi to make the second ring. It costs about ten times as much, but I can get it started. A pseudo ring will allow me to cast one or two second circle spells before breaking. Braiding three strands together is about all I can do with my chi right now, and I flood my mana veins with the rest, stretching them out, trying to reach the chakra points inside my body.
After I came out of the mental work I was doing my body was covered in sweat from the work. Nat looked like she was in extreme concentration with her eyebrows furrowed like she was mentally struggling to finish. Realistically, this is something else I couldn't use as a bargaining chip for SHIELD, but I was most likely the most knowledgeable person on magic on the planet.
Even at peak human intelligence, some of the ideas in my head about magic I just couldn't understand, so even if someone had picked chi/magical knowledge, they'd also have needed to pick above peak human intellect to be ahead of me. The look of concentration turned to disappointment as she opened her eyes. I cautiously asked.
"So how'd it go?" She mumbled out. "I could only braid five strands before I ran out of chi." Once again, I burst out laughing when she said that before telling her. "The fact that you could braid more than three puts you in the top echelons of humanity. I did thirty-six my first time, but I instinctively know how to perfectly use the chi in my body. It should take you years to learn how to use it, let alone make a functioning magical circle."
With that, I told her how to get stronger without my help. "So now that your body knows what it feels like to have chi, you'll be able to gather it from the outside by meditating. I'd recommend you find a quiet spot in nature to do so if you do, to increase the chi absorption rate. The further out of the way you go, the easier it'll be to absorb chi or."
I leaned forward, placing my hand on her face and leaning in to kiss her. "You can always come back here and I'll fill you up with chi again."
Chapter 12
*Black Widow's point of view*
Tingly. That is what my chi feels like. A tingly sensation that gave me goosebumps when I worked with it. When I wrapped the five strands together, I felt a sudden jolt in my body. It felt like a part of me I forgot about, suddenly let itself be known again. Like drinking water when dehydrated, my body felt quenched.
Like that, I made my way back to the unmarked pickup vehicle. As I got in, Nick handed me several vials, and I started coughing before regurgitating the semen I had swallowed. More than half would be unusable, but any extra time to try and figure out how his powers worked was necessary.
While it would normally be an incredibly gross process that would make me gag at the foul taste, this time it was fairly pleasant. Most likely from his body control, he could even control the taste of his semen, making it slightly sweet. Nick had turned away as I spit up into the vials and put them back into the container before turning back and asking.
"We had ears on you when he told you how to use that chi stuff. What exactly does that do for you? Can you feel any difference?"
I told him how I felt completing the braids and connecting them, and he looked down like he did when he was deep in thought. He was most likely trying to think of ways to use this to SHIELD's advantage, and the only way I saw us being able to take advantage of it was to have our agents get fucked by him.
...............….
After she left and headed towards the unmarked SHIELD vehicle, I waited another hour until it was completely dark before I left. It didn't take me more than a block to lose my SHIELD tail, and I headed to where I hid my duffel bag full of supplies. Getting there and putting on my outfit, I headed towards the mansion.
Hitting the side of the fence not exposed to the road, I threw a thick blanket over the barbed wire and scaled the fence, clearing it easily. I was on a timer at that point since someone could notice the blanket. Almost sprinting at a speed, I could remain mostly silent until I reached the edge of the mansion.
I walked along the edge of the house until I reached a camera and used the broom pole to push it up an inch so I could go underneath it without being seen. If someone was paying absolute attention to the cameras, they might notice something, but even appearing for a few seconds might go unnoticed.
I round the corner and see flashlights from one of the patrols walking around the house. I push up another camera before reaching the entrance to the basement. If I were going to hide money, I'd do so in a vault in the basement. If I were wrong, that would make stealing far easier later because I'd rule out the worst possible outcome.
I quickly picked the Starkmart store lock before hiding behind the foot-tall lip the basement door made with the ground. As expected, the two guards who passed by didn't notice me. The biggest problem with having constant guards is that it becomes boring and routine. They might have checked beside the basement door on their first few patrols, but never checked there again.
I doubted the basement door was also connected to the home security system if they had one. It was a very old-looking door with an outside lock that used the door's own weight to keep it closed. I pulled off the chains and headed inside. Half expecting there to be guards, I'm greeted with a very quiet room.
The basement was fairly far down, making me have to climb down a half flight of steps to reach the bottom, putting it at a twelve square foot room. Opening the door, which was conveniently unlocked, I entered a very large room covering most of the floor of the house with pillars holding everything up, spaced evenly through the entire room.
Ducking behind a pillar, I looked around a little better. The room had been converted into a lab, with patients held down at the farthest end from me. The staircase was visible to the immediate left of the group, and two separate rooms flanked the sides of the basement. Opening either door would expose me to anyone looking around the basement.
I head towards the left door first while keeping an eye on the patients tied down. Seriously, why have doors just unlocked if you're trying not to have your loot plundered? Slowly opening the door, I'm greeted by the sight of a bedroom. With the only visible light coming from the basement, I slowly close the door.
Having traveled to the door, I know that absolutely no one else is in the basement, and the only people who could notice me are the people attached to the hospital beds. Noticing each was held down with handcuffs and even one in full body restraints, I ignored them. I moved to the other door while still trying to remain as silent as possible. Opening it, I can't help but smile.
This has to be a trap. A vault door was open on the other side with visible stacks of cash on a table. I slowly, ever so slowly, enter the room, leaving the door cracked in case it locked from this side when closed. HOLY FUCK, how is this real?
Chapter 13
A single Starkmart lock was the only thing standing between someone outside the mansion and literal thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of dollars. When I entered the vault, red lights started flashing. I quickly stuffed as much money into the duffel bag that I could carry. In a minute, I was ready to leave. Just as I exited the room and was ready to leave, I finally recognized the man who was being held down on the bed.
Why was he here? I couldn't quite figure it out, but putting pieces together, I got an inkling of how he ended up here. He was so stricken with grief that he started attacking businesses or groups of the Penguin's men, and he was somehow captured. The collar around his neck must have been limiting his powers.
I closed the distance, and as he asked to be freed, I plunged my knife into the neck of Flint Marco. After practically sawing off his head, I finally felt a sudden jolt of power. I know instinctively that I can control the earth to some extent. It didn't feel whole, though, like a huge portion of the power's true potential was locked away.
I could only control sand. It was a very tiny amount, nowhere near as much as the Sandman could use. I also had to carry it along with me; there was no making sand until I reached the second tier of the power. Finally, only once I reached the third tier of power would I be able to turn myself into sand. If I were to classify this power, I'd say it was.
Earth control (sand limitation)
Or something like that. As I was almost done, I finished cutting his head off, then I grabbed the collar. Without a doubt, I could use this in the future, and just now I could hear people coming down the steps. As I made my way towards the exit, the room along the bottom was smashed open.
I stopped running for a single second to take in just who exited, and I'm not only shocked but surprised by how perfect the pair were for each other. Mad Hatter and the White Rabbit (from Marvel) came barreling out the door. Hatter pointed an old-timey tommy gun at me, and I barely got an "Oh shit!" out before I dove behind one of the pillars.
He unloaded the entire clip, and I heard it clink a few times as it tried to feed rounds that weren't there through the gun. He cursed, and I got up and looked around the corner just to barely dodge an umbrella sword being stabbed into my face. It was more correct to say I avoided an umbrella bayonet because, as she squeezed down on the trigger, I moved out of the way of a shotgun blast from the end as well.
Fuck me! I thought the tommy gun was loud, but the shotgun going off right beside my head left a soft whistling noise behind. I grabbed at the umbrella and kicked out full force at her knee. The bone snapped as her leg buckled backwards, and she let go of the gun. For a brief moment, I thought about killing before realizing people were still on their way.
She howled in pain from the wound, and Mad Hatter appeared in the doorway again. I took cover, but he didn't fire, and I could see men coming down the stairs now. I sprinted towards the exit, and he began firing at me. At almost Olympic level and due to his lack of aim, relying on sidekicks to kill, he surprisingly missed every single shot.
I slammed into the basement door as I felt a handgun bullet pierce my back. I sprawled out on the ground, letting a groan exit my lips before standing up and continuing. The two outside guards patrolling rounded the corner and began firing. I got plugged in the ass next just as I made it to the blanket.
Practically throwing myself over the fence, I get several cuts alongside my chest from putting my weight down on the barbed wire fence. My shirt caught and ripped as I fell to the other side. The lights came on for all the houses along that side of the mansion. I hobbled two blocks away before ducking into an alley.
I couldn't help but groan as I caught my breath. "Ah fuck right in the ass. How did everything go wrong so fast?" One of my theories, from hearing the deaths of other people who were brought here, started to seem more feasible. Any named villains or superheroes had plot armor.
It took Flint Marco being defeated by someone else and strapped down on a bed with no way to defend himself for me to be able to kill him. For some reason, I decided not to kill White Rabbit when I easily could have. Now that I think back, it almost felt like a shard of something else entered me as I killed him. I think I might have absorbed some of his literal plot armor.
It was extremely hard to tell. How would I verify that, besides putting my life on the line? Perhaps the more loved/hated a character is, the higher their level of plot armor. That would make sense considering the Joker and Harley Quinn are fully human, but still manage to get away with impossible shit constantly.
Once again speaking towards this theory, I did feel more compelled to sleep with the Black Widow. That might have also been why I didn't realize I was being held by SHIELD… Yeah, that's totally why not that I'm a complete jackass who missed several obvious signs that I wasn't in a normal hospital.
Someone coughing in the alley scared the shit out of me, and I couldn't make him out because he was lying on the ground.
Chapter 14
As the person exited the shadows, I could make out his bedraggled look and see that he was a homeless man. Still wearing the ski mask and dressed in black, the homeless man approached me, asking. "Spare some change?"
Holy fuck calm down, heart. I took out a fifty from my pocket of the money I still had remaining and said. "If anyone comes through here looking for me, don't rat me out unless they pay you more than this, alright?" Without getting an answer from him, I took off down the alleyway before making my way back home.
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The homeless man went back to the cardboard bed he had made for himself and went back to sleep. About ten minutes later, some mafia goons entered the alleyway again. The homeless man got up and started making his way towards them. One of the men had his gun out and ready before he saw what the man looked like, and the slight hint of fear was covered by disgust. One of them ran through the alley to the other side while both looked around for any signs that the thief had passed through.
The homeless man asked. "Spare some change?" The disgusted mafioso covered his mouth with his hand to not smell the man and kicked him square in the chest. He disdainfully said. "You better tell me if you saw a guy pass through here or I'll blow your brains out." The man then gestured with his gun for him to speak.
The homeless man ignored him and crawled back towards his cardboard bed before the man spoke aloud to the other two with him. "God, the homeless are so disgusting." He was half tempted to go and kick the man while he was down, but decided against it, running through the alley to look for the man.
The homeless man turned towards the wall of the alley before pulling an inconspicuous watch to his face and speaking. "A rat has entered the bird house. Possibility that eggs were stolen. Asking how to proceed."
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I dug out the bullet in my ass, but I couldn't reach the one in my back without help. It was a painful night with little sleep as I counted the money, removing the trackers and die packs that were inside to ruin the money if it was stolen. Thankfully, I took my time, and none went off while I was running or when I stepped on it, clearing the fence.
187,500 dollars were there. Altogether, a small fortune was collected in a single day. With this, I didn't have to worry about the immediate future. Really, that amount was probably what they got in a single week. If they were making about ten thousand per car, five cars a day, not even a week's worth was stolen.
I stood up and slowly put on an extra shirt in case blood leaked from the wound. I could heal it, but without complete control, I might seal the bullet inside instead of pushing it out. At the same time, my regeneration is going to make any attempts to remove the bullet require a knife to widen the entrance point.
I left my house and waited for the person. After the breakfast rush, she showed up for lunchtime. I didn't go to her right away because she had just started work. I would need to wait until the end of her workday to ask for help. Over the course of that time, I saw her boyfriend show up and kiss her.
They spoke animatedly with smiles on their faces for a few minutes before he left. Two hours later, the other man I didn't recognize had shown up. He once again snuck a kiss on the back of her neck before holding her hand and messing wi-. God damnit! She's already Jackpot in this universe. I audibly groan, and I'm glad I watched from the outside of the coffee shop. That would make the skinny hippy guy Paul. I'm half tempted to go over and kill both of them so no one has to read another Jackpot comic book.
I waited for him to leave and then another two hours before I went into the coffee shop. I ordered some food to be delivered as I sat down. As I waited, I acted casual and pretended to read the newspaper I had brought along, even though I had already read it, waiting for her. She brought my food over, and I grabbed her hand before giving her the biggest smile I could.
"Thank you so much, miss. Are you by chance a movie star?" She couldn't help but smile as she said. "Ah, you might have seen me in a local commercial for used cars. Sal's auto store, maybe from that?"
She asked, and I almost had to hold back a laugh as I continued. "Well, maybe. It's just you're so beautiful it's hard to see you doing anything else but being a famous actress."
We made small talk for another minute before another order came through, and she had to leave. I finished my meal and waited for her before getting up. "Miss any chance you're getting off soon? I could use some help with something, and I'll pay you five hundred dollars to help me."
Chapter 15
"Is this for sex?" Mary Jane asked in a deadpan voice, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "No ma'am, it's something anyone could help me with, but I'd rather have an attractive woman do it for me instead." I gave her my most disarming smile. I knew that she was completely broke, barely making it from paycheck to paycheck.
Any extra money would be helpful, but a random guy showing up and offering five hundred dollars out of the blue was suspicious. I gave her another pleading look before saying. "You can be on the phone with someone or leave your door open. I just need you to do something for me for ten minutes, then you'll get the money."
I pulled out the money and flashed it to her before swiftly putting it away. She could only sigh and say. "I get off in fifteen minutes. Wait for me outside. I swear if this is a sex thing, I'll bite it off."
I let out another smile before heading back over to the bench across the street. Once she left, I followed her back to her house, and she did end up leaving the door open. I had this planned out to scare her a little bit before telling her what to do. I bought a backpack to break a hundred earlier that day and had everything I needed inside.
I pulled out the knife first before saying. "Alright, this isn't what it looks like. Let me tell you what I want before you freak out." The scared look on her face turned to disappointment when I took my shirt off, before it turned back into a somewhat smirking tone. "Yeah, nothing to do with sex then, huh?" I couldn't help but chuckle as I said. "Not really. Any chance you can dig the bullet out of my back for me?" I can hear her gasp as I turn around. She fumbles with it, stabbing me more than necessary and causing way more pain trying to go slow than someone more experienced would.
I thankfully dulled my pain receptors that night, so it wasn't too bad. With a deep inhaling breath, I started to close up the wound, at least enough to stop the bleeding after she poured vodka over it. I stood up, purposely not putting my shirt on as I doled out the five hundred dollars and handed it to her. I asked playfully.
"So… How much would it have cost to make it a sex thing?" She playfully batted at my arm before saying. "Too much for you, honey. If you get any more of those injuries, you know where I am." She counted the money out in front of me to make sure none was fake before I asked. "Four thousand dollars to have sex with you for the night."
She stopped fanning the money out and folded it before placing it in her pocket. With her business done with him, this was a new business proposal. "Five thousand." She said matter-of-factly. I planned this out perfectly, I guess, as I opened the backpack and pulled out five thousand dollars exactly. I was originally going to offer five thousand, but figured she'd increase the price no matter what I offered.
I dumped the stacks of money unceremoniously onto the bed. The bug-eyed look she gives the money almost has me chuckle out loud. I have no doubts she is already planning how to spend that money. She visibly swallows, most likely thinking about how I earned this money.
I would feel bad for John Jameson about him being cheated on, but he was already being cheated on. By the time he finds out, it won't be because of me. Mary Jane will most likely never not be dating someone, so if I want to fuck her, I have to step on some toes. She doesn't immediately agree, instead pulling out her phone.
"Yeah, JJ, how's it going? Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm going out for the night, so no need to come over. Yeah, I know this is the third time this week. I swear I'll make it up to you. Alright, love you, my moon man."
For a brief moment, I'm disgusted by her for being able to lie so calmly to someone she was supposed to love. She calls Paul next and gives him the same spiel. Both men most likely didn't want to seem too clingy, which led her to have the ability to cheat. Watching her do this let me know that she was at least a high-functioning sociopath.
Without a doubt, she'd never let this night be known to anyone but us, and she needs that money. She turned off the lights and made sure the blinds were fully closed before taking the money out of the room and hiding it somewhere else. When she finally returns minutes later, she's wearing a silk negligee.
Her body was good, but not the perfection that was Natasha's. Maybe a tiny bit fatter, with less muscle and having smaller breasts she was still in the top one percent of women in terms of beauty. I can't help but have a grin on my face as I was about to have sex with another beauty from the Marvel universe.