Fast 90

The Fastest Man Alive

Fast 90

By BigTofu

Sitting on Dracula’s throne, I pushed upwards into Mystique as she worked herself along the crown or my head. She was in that sweet spot of pregnant and infinitely horny and I had no problems with that as she leaned forward and captured my lips with her own. Before I would have complained about the things I had to do for my woman. Yet, I died and I’m living a totally new life and I can’t find anything to complain about. Yeah sure there is a minor issue here and there, but I was one of the top five most powerful beings alive in the Universe with a Capital U, so I’m very much good.

With a smirk up at Mystique, I rolled a nipple in my mouth as she bounced on my lap with wild abandon. My hands went from palming her lush blue cheeks to supporting Mystique’s back as I worked my way up her chest. I grinned at her as I tossed a leg over one shoulder while I supported the other with my forearm. She let out soft little moans as gravity did its work and our pelvis ground together her little nub getting that sweet sweet friction she so desired along with me hitting deep inside of her.

We continued that way for some time before finishing in a climactic orgasm. A little power leaked, cracking the throne and blasting the doors to Dracula’s throne room open. Pulling Mystique off my shaft, I held her in a princess carry then sat back on the throne as we cuddled for a bit before her lady adepta sororitas arrived.

It was good to be the Emperor.

After a while, one of her ladies in armor approached with a cloak to wrap her in. I gave her a nod as the Spartan flew out of the throne room with her powers and into a side passage along with a few other female Spartans, with my lady fully taken care of. I decided that it was time to finally put some pants on.

Turning around, I found Bob standing at the bottom of the stairs with an amused look on his face. With a snort, I flicked my wrist and projected power to clean the throne along with the rest of the room. Leaving the sex damage, I sat down and leaned back on the massive Gothic throne. Ignoring the smirk on Bob’s features, I waved a hand commanding one of my Astarte to proceed with whoever was next on my agenda.

My Astarts made way and she came walking in, a sway to those hips of hers, the floor beneath her painted toes shifted with shadows as she walked with a smooth glide that drew eyes to those long legs of hers. Her skin was a darker shade pink than the usual colorings, and as my gaze traveled up her legs. I noticed the purple body stocking that could also double as a magical second skin. Then I noticed the leather leg wrappings up to her thighs because I knew latex wasn’t invented back then. My eyes traveled up as she wore a leather bikini of sorts with golden inlays. The black silken shawl hung over her shoulder along with the gold bangles on her wrist that connected the shawls. Royal purple painted nails the color matching her garbs along with black dress gloves that went up way past her elbows stopping at mid-bicep.

Keeping my eyes from trailing over the very nice cleavage on display, I raised a brow at the purple lips smirking at me underneath a hood connected to her shawl. With one hand to remove the hood, the other went to her abdomen as she bowed with a flair of the dramatics.

“Rise,” I stated with a minor wave of the hand as Shiklah stood back up, her head held proud as she put herself on display.

A beautiful face that could only have been sculpted by the gods greeted me. Both eyes were circled with purple that came down her face like tears, but that only enhanced her beauty instead of marring it. Her eyes or more like the cornea were black while her iris was also black with golden pupils. Her smile was beautific as Bob brought a chair over and allowed her to sit at a small table while I waited within Dracula, now my throne.

Once the tea was delivered and I had delivered upon guest rights properly, I made to start the discussion. “So, aside from waking you, how may I the Pandoran Empire assist you today?”

She smiled at me, “Well, I would think that you would want to see your fiance and enjoy her company before unsavory business dealings. Yet, from the smell of the room, you have already indulged yourself without offering me a proper invite.”

Yeah, that brought me up short as I tilted my head as if I didn’t hear that correctly, “Come again?”

“As the husband to the monster Queen, I would expect your taste in partners to be rather broad, but I at least expected an invite,” Shiklah stated with a small smile on her lips, then took a sip of her tea. “It’s only proper that one shares after all.”

A low rumbling chuckle rose within the room as I leaned forward on Dracula’s throne, “And who says that we are to be wed?”

She raised a brow on me, a smile gracing her lips, “The magics placed upon my sarcophagus silly.”

Pausing before answering, I gave myself a once over magically until I found something that should not have been there at all.

With a smile, I pulled on the magic trying to influence me and held it up for her to see. “Ahh, yes, this little thing.”

Then I started to apply pressure to the magic causing minor cracks along its surface. She said nothing as I slowly crushed the cursed spell to dust. Instead, Shiklah just quirked her lips as she sipped her tea. I paused as the magic cracked, looked her right in the eye, then crushed the magic with overwhelming might.

Then Shiklah clapped her hands at my little display. “Good, if the man I have chosen couldn’t break such a minor curse pushed by those loathsome gods, I would be utterly disappointed.”

Shaking my head, I made a dismissive gesture, then I leaned forward and really used my size, along with the long shadows, put on a menacing air. “Be that as it may, I already have an assorted harem of ladies that do not bring problems to my home, why should you be added?”

Shiklah raised herself gracefully from her seat, “Aside from my beauty, you would add upon your Empire my own monster kingdom, and you would also gain access to my formidable intellect. I might not be well versed in the current time’s political scene but I myself know how to navigate a political court and you would also gain access to my magical powers and understanding of the arcane arts.” Then she sent a heart-stopping smile my way, “Along with a very gracious and willing consort.”

Leaning back on Dracula’s throne, I allowed Shiklah to walk closer, one sensual leg in front of the other as she slowly approached then up the stairs. Behind her my main Astarte Bob was holding up two thumbs, with Faora busy, he was the one running things for me right now. Funny enough, I didn’t mind that he was a little bit of a joker. It helped to pass the time with all my other Royal guards taking things more seriously. Not like I could order them to not take their jobs so seriously.

I said and did nothing as Shiklah approached with a sinful smile promising all of the world’s pleasures to me only if I complied, because my compliance would be rewarded. She released a soft chuckle as a leg ran up my calf, along my thigh, and then into my lap. Then it was gone after a toe touched the tip of my shaft as she spun around and placed her very perky behind on my lap. Shiklah released a soft moan as my hands came up and palmed her shapely flesh even as I gave her a raised brow.

She put on a grand ole show as she twisted one way and the next in my lap to give me a proper rise. Too bad for her since I already blew my wad and knew what she was up to, then again, even as I said that, she still got a rise out of me.

With a roll of my eyes at her salacious smirk, I gave her ass a quick swat.

“Ahh,” Shiklah moaned in my lap, then settled down as I gave her pert rear a rub.

“Settle down you,” I spoke up even as I gave Bob a hand motion for the next person to approach. Sigh, normally I would handle things like this inside of my conference room, but why should I when I had Dracula’s castle at my disposal?

With a chuckle, I let Shiklah do as she pleased as I watched Hela stomp into the throne room, a frown marring her face, the anger clear for the world to see. Bob shifted but stopped when I gave him a discrete hand signal. This allowed Hela to walk unopposed toward my seated location. Shiklah of course frowned at Hela even as she whispered things into my ears. Already she was playing the part of a harem lady with no problems. We both watched as Hela walked right by the table and tried to step on the bottomstair to the throne.

She couldn’t do that though as a flex of my power projected a hard-light shield stopping her from even setting foot on the first stair.

“That’s far enough,” I stated with a slight raise of the hand, “Now, what is it that you would want this lovely afternoon?”

Hela growled a little, the ground around her shifting and rolling from the reaction to her powers, “You think this a jape?”

*SIGH* “If only,” I sighed then made a hand gesture for her to continue speaking. “What is it you want?”

Watching as a very frustrated Hela forced herself to calm down, she glared at me, “You promised me a formidable opponent, but these things, these Draugr have shown none of what you promised.”

“Hmm, that might be because his lieutenants were taken by my Astarte’s and Spartans while I took the leader,” I said, then made a hand motion for Bob who projected the intense fight over his omni-tool.

Even from the throne, I could hear the grind of her teeth, Shiklah ran her fingers along the underside of my chin, “When is your next battle of conquest, she might enjoy an invite.”

I gave the little minx in my lap a raised brow, then turned my attention towards Hela, “Our agreement is for you to not leave the Empire borders unless Odin calls you home. There are always battles happening across the Empire, if you would like to be notified, I will make it so.”

I made a hand motion and Bob stepped forward with his spare Omni-tool for Hela to accept. “The Spartans will keep you updated on battles that could possibly use your help.”

Hela didn’t say anything but shifted her gaze towards Shiklah sitting pretty on my lap. The minx moved over and presented her with my other leg, then tapped it with a giggle. Hela scoffed at us, turned on her heels, and walked out of the throne room without being dismissed. That was alright with me, she could stew in her juices with jealousy, I had already made it certain that none would grace her bed chambers. There was no such thing as sharing with another man and everyone knew to steer clear of Hela or suffer terribly.

Shiklah leaned to the right of my lap, threw her leg over the left of the arm of the throne, and wiggled her perky backside over my slowly hardening shaft. Shaking my head at her antics, I gave her a look with a raised brow, “Really? Getting a little comfortable there aren’t you?”

“Only as comfortable as you can make me, but I was more interested in the same ride as was given yo your earlier paramore, it’s only fair after all.” Shiklah purred as she leaned in, her fragrant scented breath tickling my nose.

As I was about to return my rebuttal, the omni-tool on my wrist vibrated from an incoming call which means that it was important. I knew this because only important calls could reach me now since I had everything screened and I was certain when I checked the caller ID and found that it was Viktor. From the way my posture and demeanor changed, Shiklah understood that something important was about to happen and things had changed. Instantly she was off my lap and sitting along my side, posture firm yet regal for all the world to see. The flirtatious nature that she had on display not a few seconds ago was gone with no hint and replaced by an ice queen.

Turning, I raised a brow, then made a wrist-flicking motion towards the center of the room, the hologram of Doctor Doom springing forth into life. Shifting my attention from my sitting partner, I gave the hologram a nod of acknowledgment.

“Greetings Viktor,” I opened with a nod.

Doom returned the same head nod, “Blake, you have asked me to call… why?”

With a hum, I moved my hands across the controls of my omni-tool and projected a map for him to read along with the plans I had in place.

“As I have been looking into contingency plans for the inevitable, I have been advised that sharing would bring more prosperity to the world than if I were to be selfish and keep it all for myself.” I stated even as I made highlights on the map for Doom to see. What he was seeing though was that I would be conceding the entirety of the European Nations, Russia along with China and all that it entails on that entire continent. Then with that on the map, a secondary planet appeared for Doom to look over, a recent acquisition, a jungle world. “Along with a position to be the Hand of the Emperor.”