Chapter 106-110

Both of us walked out of the back alley, where we had just dragged the first group we came across and beaten them unconscious. It was still too soon to kill anyone until we learned what the situation was here. “All these guys are wearing the same color, like a football team, and they chose pink. I got to admit, these pants are definitely tight in the crotch area.”

“This outfit is tight in my everywhere area. I can’t believe I’m going along with your plan instead of just blasting my way to the boss and beating them down to get the rundown here.” We walked in silence as I tried to get a better lay of the land when he said something else. “What do you think their football team would be with uniforms like this? The Salt Lake Sack Lickers?”

If I were drinking from a cup, I’d have spit-taken. I had forgotten what my brother was really like, as he could banter with the best of them. Walking in quietly again, he couldn’t help but point out as he whispered. “Seriously. Brown, green, orange, and red. If I were to name them all… The Salt Lake Shit Stains, Salt Lake Grass Stains, The Fighting Mongooses, and The Cleveland Browns.”

I couldn’t help but snort at something he used regularly as an inside joke, something I hadn’t heard in over a decade, as it brought me back to before the apocalypse. “Really? The Fighting Mongooses? You still use that name for all the teams you make?” He scoffed. “No shit, of course it has to be the best team for the best color after all.”

I smiled as we made it all the way through the pink zone and back into the red. I wasn’t sure why these blocks were color-coded, but when we weren’t wearing the outfits, every single person wearing the colors would attack us. Almost no one was walking the streets, and the few times someone did spot us from one of the buildings, they didn’t think; they just fired on us the moment they noticed we weren’t wearing matching clothes.

We stopped as we swapped back to the red outfits we stole, and my brother spoke again. “Ugh, wearing the Cleveland uniform makes me feel sick. I should have called them something better, like the Salt Lake Crippled Bloods.” I asked out of curiosity. “Why not call the brown-wearing guys the browns, though?” Smiling at me, as if he was waiting for me to ask. “Because when I see a Browns fan, I always see red.”

He and my brother were way more into sports than me. I couldn't care less about the Steelers at this point, so disappointed in their offense as I watched our wide receivers swat the ball down instead of catching it. I gave up on them, but my brother would always be a diehard fan; even when he moved all the way across the country to California, he’d cheer for them even if they were going against an LA team.

But… Chances were, most of the football players were dead. I didn’t remember anyone famous making it big after the apocalypse, but maybe someone on the Western coast did; I wouldn’t know without asking. “Hey, is anyone famous still alive that you’ve heard of? I haven’t heard a word about anyone famous in the east; what about the west?”

He sighed. “Yeah, some did live for a while. A big block of Hollywood actors managed to live, and for a while, they worked together using their resources and fame to gather power before powered individuals started popping up… The moment one of them gained a power, though… Shia LaBeouf betrayed them all and took over. After he did that, his power wasn’t strong enough to hold it, and he collapsed along with the rest of them.”

We walked in silence for a block before he chimed in. “I think there are some survivors. But none of them had a good ending. If they are alive, it’s because a powered leader wanted them for the bragging rights. One of which actively hunts and pays for information on any living actresses… That’s why I need to take over, shits fucked here. The only way it can get better is if those types get taken down and we can start to rebuild like you.”

Finally, we came to an area where a bunch of colors converged; the barren, empty streets finally came to an area where hundreds of people, all wearing matching clothes, were. As we got closer, I could see that the areas all led to a grey spot, where multiple factions were fighting with their bare hands. We watched as one of the browns managed to land a clean punch on a pink, just as a blue took down a green.

Several other colors were there, but it looked like they were already taken out of the fight. Only orange, brown, blue, and red were left, and all of them paired off again into one-on-one fights. Blue tackled brown as he rained down elbows on his back. Just as it looked like brown would win and blue would falter, he lifted brown up and slammed him down, but he stayed down. Brown was the loser in the fight, falling unconscious as blue caught his breath.

Orange played with red. He had more energy left and was more skilled than the other. The same way blue was a tank, orange must have had an agility class. Before their fight could conclude, my brother asked. “Hey, what’s going on here?” We were wearing the same colors as the side we were on, but I could tell they wanted to ask some questions first. “Who are you?”

“Newbies. Seriously, why are we wearing these matching clothes and fighting like… This, instead of killing each other?” Whatever charisma check the guy had for my brother, he passed, as enough new people had to join the gangs for this to not be an uncommon thing. “We’re fighting for territory. No weapons, no killing, reduced powers, and even numbers. The winner gets a big chunk of the loser's land while the second and third place get a smaller chunk.”

“Alright, but why are we fighting for territory instead of just killing them and taking it?” He sighed as if this question had been asked a thousand times. “Because being in your territory gives bonuses, can’t you tell? You should be harder to kill while in your own territory, while slightly weakened in an opposing territory. The Game Master said that if someone ever owns all the land, then he’ll leave and leave the territory to boost the winning faction. So whoever wins these games gets a permanent boost to the stats for their faction, while all enemies would be weakened.”

“Sounds convoluted as fuck, but why aren’t we killing the people not participating at least?” “Because…” I could tell the guy he was asking was getting a little mad. “If we kill outside of the games that require killing, we’re not rewarded, but punished instead. That’s why our territory has random other faction markers inside, because someone from that faction died there, and it made it their territory as recompense.”

My brother's smile dropped off his face. “That’s… Really stupid. And I guess cheating at these games is worse than just losing, too?... Hmm, there has to be a way to cheat the system. Either way, whoever this Game Master is has an insane power. The ability to affect an entire city is crazy!”

The man only grunted as I thought of what to do next. Half of me wanted to just flip the board over, kill all the leaders here, and then move on… But for some reason, I thought about what the Game Master really wanted. It seemed like they were trying to reduce the deaths happening here, and even if one faction did win, I wondered if people couldn’t just join the winning faction for the bonus.

I looked over at pink and recognized someone as I began to strip off my clothes and join her. “Fancy meeting you here.” Darcy smiled back. “Yeah, what are you-.” Someone called out. “What the hell? You can’t just change your team out of nowhere like that. How do you have one of our uniforms anyway?” I looked at the man as he hovered close to my wife, and I completely ignored him as I asked. “Why aren’t you in there fighting? Even with half of your power, you'd still be a pain in the ass to fight against.” 

Chapter 107

The man moved to get between Darcy and me, and I moved on instinct as I punched him in the face. Not strong enough to kill him, but it was getting harder and harder to hold back as my strength continued to increase. He fell to the ground, nose broken as he slumped over unconscious. Darcy barely missed a beat as she said.

“Jeez, that guy is my mother's boyfriend. Can you not go clocking older men trying to protect me before asking?” I squeezed her ass before lifting her above me. “Well, he shouldn’t have put his nose where it doesn’t belong. I saw him eye fucking you. You should tell your mom to be careful; that guy might want you both.” “Heh, I’d kick his ass. I’m one of the strongest ability users in the pink after all; the only reason I’m not in this competition is that the same person can’t do two in a row.”

Looking back at the fight that was now reaching its fever pitch, orange sweating buckets while blue looked tired but in better shape, I asked. “Is pink allied with any of these colors?” She thought about it before saying. “Hmm, I don’t think so, blue’s been winning more games, but no two colors have formed a pact, at least to my knowledge.”

My brother smiled. “So, it would be a bad thing for blue to win then?” “Uhh, I guess, who’s that?” “Ahh, that’s my brother.” “Oh, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Danny’s… Eleventh wife?” “Ninth out of fourteen- Oh, wait. I forgot about Clara, my new girl. So ninth out of fifteen.”

“FIFTEEN!! Leave some for the rest of us!... Anyway, I already see a loophole to throwing the competition for one of the groups.” My brother walked over to the blue side before kicking one of those watching the fight into the circle. The green glowing light of the circle began to glow red as I watched two of blue’s sectioned-off territories switch to orange. The crowd of Blues all yelled out, enraged at what my brother did before he waved them off.

“What are you gonna do, kill me and lose more area? How did you guys never think of this? Did none of you play PvPMMOs before?” My brother pulled off his shirt before asking. “What happens if I kill one of you and I’m not part of any faction?” He pulled a gun out from the back of his jeans before blowing another blue away. Everyone looked on in complete shock as nothing happened.

Smiling, he spoke again. “Whoever made this system must not play many PvPMMOs either; the first thing people do in them is limit test like this. I got a half dozen other things I can try to fuck over groups that aren’t mine.” Smarter people thought about it before all hell broke loose, and many people started to take their clothes off while others ran away.

My brother cackled before saying. “Good luck with that. Let’s go.” I left the area with Darcy and the rest of the pinks before all hell broke loose. You could tell the difference between powered and non-powered people the most now. Darcy picked up her step-dad and huffed away, not even winded, while the others in her group had their hands on their knees, almost passing out from running only a mile or so.

My brother mentioned a few other things we could try to turn the system in play to the pink faction's advantage. We knocked people out, and it didn’t register, so fist-fighting was totally fine by this system. But what if we drowned people or dropped something on their head? Would that still count as killing them, as attacking them with a weapon would, or would it be environmental and not count? What about wearing the same faction when you killed them; would it be a positive or negative effect? Many had already broken their own no-kill rules, as they didn’t take off their shirt before killing others who still had their faction shirt on.

Learning more of the rules, I couldn’t help but feel a sigh of relief as we wouldn’t have to stay here for weeks to solve everything. The death of the faction leader would completely eliminate that faction, so all we had to do was kill all the faction leaders except one for a single faction to win… But Darcy picked her faction because it was where her mother was. Was it the right faction to support?

“Normally, I just kill the leaders of enemy factions unless they’re sexy women; then they get added to my harem… I don’t know who to pick as the winner in this faction war. Can you tell me about the factions, Darcy?” She ate some chocolate I brought out of my storage. It had been weeks since she came here, and all her rations were gone from feeding her mother, as she explained.

“I don’t know much; most of my time here was spent trying to get my mom to leave. This.” She kicked her stepfather as she continued to speak. “Guy here is the leader’s brother, so because he doesn’t want to go, my mom won’t leave. Most of the faction leaders are cowards, hiding in their bases, trying to avoid dying because it would get rid of their faction. So I don’t know much about them.”

“Well… Let’s go see your mom. Maybe I can convince her.” “Hey… You better not get any ideas about my mom!” Darcy pouted as I assured her. “Fine, I promise not to make the first move.” I knew there was no need to argue; her mother was a grown adult. If she thought I’d sleep with her just because she’s a hot woman, we’d see how long her mom could hold out before she was throwing herself at me or begging her daughter to share me with her.

As much of a scumbag as that sounded, I liked what I liked. If she were beautiful enough, I knew Darcy would get over it eventually. I’d just have to not be the first one to make a move when the time came. I knew Darcy, though; if she was already trying to put up barriers, she knew her mom was hot enough for me to think about her like that. I couldn’t help but ask. “How old is your mom?”

“Forty… Something. I don’t know; she’s lied about how old she was ever since I was little. If you ask her, she’s still only thirty-five.” We made our way deeper and deeper into the territory as some of the other pinks broke off. I could tell the further in we went, the higher rank the person was, so her mom was relatively high up in the faction then.

Entering one of the skyscrapers, the bottom lobby was a mixture of people sleeping on the floor, cooking, and living together, as there weren’t enough rooms for everyone in these factions to have one. Hundreds of rooms; I wondered how many people were packed into each; that would make each of these factions have tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of people each.

Living in these buildings would be difficult, though, with most cramming into the hotels and the leaders of the factions taking over other buildings for themselves and their own members. She was only on the third floor, and I thought about the location more, and knew it was picked because of her partner, a good spot like this, not too high up, so you’d have to walk, but not on the ground floor, was one of the better rooms in the entire building.

Heading inside, my eyes met someone, and we just stared at each other, frozen for a few seconds. Her, because I was just that beautiful. Me, because I recognized her as I tentatively asked. “Misses Tarcan?” I could see her try to recognize me now as well, before her eyes widened as she did so. “Danny? What the fuck happened to you?” Smiling as I looked at Darcy, who was glaring at me, she already knew that her plan to keep me from fucking her mom was destroyed. “Well, this apocalypse has been good for me. How have you been?” 

Chapter 108

Miss Tarcan was an English teacher, one of the best in the state, in fact, but that wasn’t why people remembered her. She was a fucking baddie. The most sexy teacher in the entire school, and even now that she was in her forties, still hot enough to coast through the apocalypse on her looks. Even now, with Darcy’s breasts getting bigger from her previous pregnancy, and the boost to attractiveness that powers gave, I’d still say her mother had the better body.

I did terribly in her class because I could barely function with her around, and I wasn’t the only one. Even at my worst, I was still able to get C’s in her class, but when most of my other classes were As and Bs, it stood out. The reason she was so highly rated was because of her advanced classes. The only few memories I had of her that weren’t about her body were her happily teaching until a student asked an almost innocuous question, only for the smile to drop off her face as she gave up trying to teach that student.

The thing with my improved intelligence is, even now, looking back on those situations, I could tell why. The students themselves weren’t there to learn; those innocuous questions were there to either draw her attention or waste the entire class's time, and she suffered none of that foolishness. The moment she realized someone wasn’t taking her seriously as a teacher, she wouldn’t take them seriously as a student and often ignored them, only answering the basic questions they’d ask while straight up ignoring the ones meant to derail her teaching.

I remembered one of the kids was upset one day; he was getting kicked out of school since he spent years in the last grade. The English class he was in was for ninth graders, so he stood out even more as a super-super senior. The few times he tried to play to her as a woman, pointing out to everyone that she was sexy, and even alluding to wanting to sleep with her, she kicked him out of her class forever. I’d never seen a teacher do that before, so even with how beautiful it was, and even though it happened over a decade ago, I could remember it in vivid detail.

That kid was a big dumb brute who ended up failing out of school. The only thing I remember is that years later, I remember reading that he went to jail for assault, and that was it. I couldn’t even remember his name, but chances are, he was dead. It was more the memory of her than anything; she was no-nonsense when she taught, but now that she wasn’t a teacher, it was hard to link that version of her with the relaxed housewife here.

Still one of the most sexy women I’d ever seen, with looks that were on par with movie stars, and a body that would make pornstars weep in envy, I couldn’t help but drink in the changes. And noticed her drinking in the changes I went through. I had changed enough that someone who knew me might not recognize me, let alone someone who only had me for a single class. I could see her try to piece together how I became this from… Who I was before.

The only reason I didn’t kill her boyfriend and take her right here is that it would totally kill the mood. I was seriously thinking of ways to kill the leader of this faction and his brother, just so I could fuck one of my wife's mothers. The plan I wanted to go with was to flip the entire table over, kill all the leadership except the one I picked to rule, based on the vibe I got from them before killing them…

This was literally a side quest. I came here to help my brother take over the West Coast, and helping someone take over this city did nothing for him. The leader might work with him, maybe becoming a trading partner, but we wouldn’t get nearly the same value from all the effort we put into helping them. As of right now, the colors were at a stalemate, but with my brother pushing the boundaries of the territories, I had no doubt many would also start trying new things now as well.

I could only sigh as I watched the boyfriend finally wake up, as I waited for my brother to decide what we were going to do next. He wanted to see how this played out here, and I was just going to settle down and play a background role until he was done.

…

Donny’s Point of View

I could tell my brother was fully checked out. The sexual tension I got from his girlfriend's mom and him was enough for me to know he was going to be pretty useless until I solved this problem, but I had a reason to. Whoever won would be my neighbor. I had to make sure it wasn’t something more powerful than myself. Sabotaging the pink side and getting the two leaders killed might be something I made happen before the end.

Every eight hours there was an event like the one I figured out, and that’s where most of the action was going to take place. Figuring out all the rules and intricacies was necessary for devising plans. There were 14 different factions; factions could be dissolved if their leader was killed, and factions could be created if another faction was wiped out. There had been a pink faction before the previous leader was killed, and the newest leader was someone completely different, but by picking pink, many who left to join other factions came back.

Fourteen was the limit, though, so we’d have to wipe out a faction completely before making one, which led to the next question. What was stopping someone from just not participating and going on a rampage? Well, not only did the buff apply to those who participated, but also to anyone who didn’t get a debuff. A 10% buff was practically nothing, but if you stack on the fact that the person would be 10% weaker, it makes a difference, especially if it was armies fighting one another.

At the same time… You could just put on a different faction's shirt and have it count as if you’re part of that faction. I didn’t know why no one thought about changing to the enemy faction to sabotage it from the inside, especially since killing enemies in their territory would make them lose the territory. Even with the leaders playing defense and bunkering down, it shouldn’t be that difficult to find a few and kill them. Once you did, you’d only need to make one person from your own faction claim the faction color, and then it would remove them from rejoining the fight.

You do that for every faction until they are all done, then you’d win. Or, we could find the person who did this faction system to begin with and force them to change it/make us the winners(buffing us) while weakening everyone else. It was time to scheme, to plan on how to turn this entire situation to my advantage and… maybe get my brother another girlfriend along the way.

First thing was first: taking over the pinks, and I knew exactly how to do it without turning the pink faction against us. All we had to do was meet him and pretend like we were not the ones who killed him. And all that would take is using a glyph of warding on something he’d touch after we met and left the building. Some might have the suspicion that it was us, but then all we had to do was place the blame on someone else… Maybe one of the leaders had an explosive ability, or I could just blame the mother's boyfriend to get them both out of the way.

Chapter 109

It began as a whisper. The conflict my brother set off didn’t start with fighting, but with whispers, rumors of the real plans of the leaders. Why had the stalemate lasted so long when a newcomer noticed the weakness in the empowering magic the moment he showed up? Why hadn’t any faction used that information to start wiping out the other factions? Because they were all working together, fighting each other was good for the leaders because it kept them in power and let them kill their competition without anyone noticing and blaming it on the other factions.

At least, that’s the lie he began to spread as he gathered information on them. Each faction leader had decent power; they had to in order to be leaders, after all, but not all of them were offensively powerful or equal in power. If the black leader wanted to, he could take over the entire city with his decay magic, but then he’d rule over a city with no population. Just because he was immune to his own decay magic didn’t mean his allies were; that was the only thing holding him back from wiping everything out.

He was the first to die, and we made no attempt to trick his allies into betraying him or ousting him as leader in any other way than killing him outright. His magic was just too dangerous to play around with, so I killed him with a sneak attack, a bone spike launched from hundreds of feet in the air. Even though his death was instantaneous, some of the decay magic in his body began to spread, destroying the blacks main base building as it crumpled to dust.

Possibly dozens, if not hundreds, of the black faction died in the building, and those who didn’t might wish they did, as the magic tore them apart from the inside out, as their body suffered from cascading failure as their organs shut down. The purple, green, and red factions didn’t have strong leaders, but red was still powerful because it had the highest number of powered individuals of the three, maybe of all the factions.

None of them had powers worth worrying about, and my brother decided it was best to just ignore them. Trying to clear the board is harder than just playing to win, after all, and whoever did win could just incorporate the weaker groups into the winning faction. Next was blue, and they had to die. I found out what the power was, and it was something I actively wanted.

I was already strong, and besides the 5 most powerful magics (time, space, void (anti-magic), creation, and holy/demonic), I already had two, maybe three, of those magics in time and space. My ability to create was much more limited, but I could still make duplicates of things. At least, I wanted the power until I learned the leader was a woman; then the goal changed. It didn’t take more than a conversation with our mouths, then a ‘conversation’ with our bodies, for her to agree to abandon this city and head back east with me once I was done here.

Acquiring the power through other means than stealing it meant I could get something better. Her power wasn’t what I thought it was either, so even if she were a man, I might not have taken it. She could imbue items with ‘power’ and that ‘power’ could work as a different source of power. Whether it be electricity for appliances or gas for vehicles, it wasn’t a strong power but rather convenient in this type of world.

Pink was the next, and sabotaging it from the inside was easy enough. I could tell my brother was trying to help me out when he tied up the leader's brother in the attack, leaving my old teacher single and available. She was single long enough to mourn her boyfriend; then she was in my bed that same night. In a more civil world, she could have waited, really shown just how sad she was, but right now, she needed to be protected from the rest of the wolves. As ‘civil’ as everyone was pretending to be, they’d do terrible things to her if given the chance, and the only reason they hadn’t was her relationship with the leader’s brother.

Darcy gave me a few cold glares, then quickly came around and joined us in the bedroom. She knew what I was about. She knew I loved her in my own way, and she knew that her mother was safer being tied to me than anyone else. Plus, she was a damn freak herself. Not many women would want to fuck a man with their mother, after all.

Wiping out the rest of the powered leaders wasn’t even a problem. We were just too prepared, too strong for any of them to put up much of a resistance, and almost every leader's location was known, which made it all the easier to just drop in from the sky and wipe them out. We could have just done that from the start, but my brother wanted to know everything beforehand, so we didn’t kill someone with a valuable power, or didn’t let a psychopath live, as it would be counterproductive if they were the ones to take over the city.

That was when we found out who was making these territories in the first place and… Well, whoever ended up taking over this city wouldn’t have the territory buff to worry about anymore, because I was taking her back to my own base. The buff was just too useful, especially if it was only positive for my own people while being negative to everyone else.

…

The ‘Rules’ User’s Point of View

Ever since the apocalypse started, my life hadn’t changed much. I already had enough food stockpiled to live for years without leaving home, besides the sudden lack of electricity(which meant I could only rely on backup power sources and had to ration it), which meant I couldn’t play Maple Story anymore and had to rely on books for entertainment; my life barely changed. Until a war began in the city, making it only safe for me to come out at night, I was in my bunker. I was fine with that as well, but then powers got involved, and from what I could see, I might get pulled into this fight sooner rather than later, especially if they got a power as useful as mine.

I could set rules for the area, and those rules had to be followed; the person would be weakened if they didn’t, and those following the rules would be strengthened. Increasing the ability of one faction would be the smart move if I were tied to a faction, but I wasn’t, and I didn’t know who I could trust. So, while I set up cameras to try and gather information, I allowed those inside the city to make their own factions while steering them toward more peaceful resolutions.

The wall to my home exploded as someone finally found me! I had done so much to keep this city from tearing itself apart, but I knew I’d become a pawn to whoever found me; that’s why I was hiding. My power wasn’t strong enough to be a leader, so I had to influence the leaders and drive them toward a path of working together, and that plan blew up in my face as I felt more and more factions disappear from my control.

My hands shakily pointed a gun at the door as I waited for them to make their way down into my underground bunker. At the same time, I could help but have a hitch in my breath as I saw who found me. The group that had destroyed all my plans; ever since they came here, more and more leaders got taken out, and in the chaos of a lack of leaders, many lost their lives.

This gun would do nothing to them. I already saw the monster in front shrug off gunfire as if the bullets were water, more pissed off by his ruined clothes than anything. He didn’t even flinch when someone unloaded a rifle into him. Still, as the several-inch-thick metal door was slowly cut through by the white saw blade he wielded, I wasn’t going to let them take me without a fight.

He cut out a gash where the door was before looking through at me. “Here’s Johnny, oh, a girl, but… Hey, Donny, I think you're up to convince her that working for you is better than whatever her plan was for this city.”

Chapter 110

Third-Person Point of View

What happened previously…

Kairi was the leader of the blue faction. She had an incredibly useful power; while it didn’t give her much offense, she definitely had the most useful power. She could alter anything, from people to items; even buildings could be altered, and only the massive drain on her stamina stopped her from doing more.

She couldn’t alter someone stronger or give them powers, but she could change their appearance in any way she wanted to, so the bigger breasts and different hair color every week were how she shaped herself. The biggest change she made was to inanimate objects, though, because she could increase the durability of things.

Once she gained her second rank, she could turn things that ran off electricity into solar-powered items. Then, once she reached the third rank, she could convert the energy vehicles used to work. From cars or trucks running off gas, she could make them solar-powered as well, or run off salt water if she wished, and that’s when she knew she could handle the logistics for her group to become the leader.

Kairi wasn’t weak, but wasn’t strong up until that point in time; she had to do things she never thought she would before the apocalypse happened, and even got up close and personal with the current leader before she killed him in his sleep. What was the worst faction to be in, with the highest casualty rates(mostly from their own leader), became the safest and most luxurious to live in.

Then he came. One of the most beautiful and handsome men she had ever seen, better than any actor or model, like the best parts of prime Brad Pitt, Chris Hemsworth, and Henry Cavill. We barely even spoke as he convinced Kairi to give up her place here and follow him back east after he helped his brother to the west. The things he promised sounded fake, but at the same time, if he provided even a fraction of what he promised, her life would be far better than the struggle it was here.

Then it came to sealing the deal… He fucked her so hard she couldn’t walk straight. He had to help her to the bathroom, and it fucked her silly. Who cared about anything else? She’d live in a tent if it meant getting fucked by him every day. He told her about all his other wives, and while she didn’t want to share at first, now she didn’t mind as much. The sex was beyond amazing, but she’d need days to recover between every fuck session that intense.

And just like that, the blue faction fell.

…

My brother did his best to wrap this up as quickly as he could, but I was already bored by the end of the first day. Handling things my way would have ended with every single faction being wiped out that night; at least I already got a hot new wife with an incredibly useful power out of this deal so far. So distracted, I didn’t notice him playing the leader off his brother; the only reason Darcy and her mom weren’t implicated was because I was really strong and slaughtered the first person who tried to make their move on them after the leader and his brother(Miss Tarcan’s boyfriend) died.

I could tell they both knew what happened, but whatever relationship she had with him quickly came undone as she needed to hide behind another backer just as strong as her previous boyfriend; otherwise, the worst would happen. She was too attractive to not be tied to someone. So the same day her boyfriend died, she knocked on my door that night.

Words didn’t need to be spoken; she showed up in nothing but her underwear, and it didn’t take very long for her to shed that as well. Her body, even before being enhanced by a power, was dynamite. Her daughter, even after getting pregnant before, had a lithe, bouncy body just like her power… But her mother's body was just that, a motherly body.

Curves in all the right places, built like a Pixar mom, I wanted to eat her up, and so I did. Fucking her in several positions, I thought back to her in school and knew that after today, I’d have to go searching for a school teacher's outfit for her to wear, maybe even go to an old school to really get into the roleplay. Mating her on her desk and fucking her from behind while she was mashed into the chalkboard would satisfy two of my fantasies I had about her, and I knew I would make it happen eventually.

The next day I could tell Darcy was mad at me. Whether it was because I fucked her mom in the first place, or fucked her mom so hard I had to take a plate of breakfast into her because she couldn’t use her legs, was up for debate. The only thing I could do to make it up to her was give her the same thing I just gave her mother.

That was how I spent the next few days, fucking the daughter, then walking naked between rooms, not even putting clothes on as I made my way to the mother’s room. Back and forth just like that, from one room to the next, only taking a single break to go fuck Kairi again in the downtime before I got back to fucking both of them into unconscious messes.

The thought of the mother and daughter raising my children together stirred something deep inside me as I kept up the inexhaustible pace until Darcy gave me something else I didn’t know I wanted until she offered. She and her mother at the same time. They were both exhausted already, so I had to control myself; otherwise, I could have fucked them both to death with how turned on I was over the situation.

Because she was powered, Darcy got the worst of it. If she didn’t have a stretchy power that boosted her physical stats, she might have never been able to walk again; that’s how hard I fucked her, and her mother wasn’t far off by the end of our almost never-ending fuck session.

But like all good things, it had to come to an end eventually, and my brother was finally ready to make moves on the last leaders and try to find the faction-creating powered person. For the first time in months, I felt fully sated, the constant buzzing hum of lust fully slaked from the mother/daughter combo, so I was much calmer and more willing to put up with bullshit than I would be normally.

In a different world, I’d have seen the girl's ability and the alteration power Kairi had and taken her for myself. But I couldn’t really care for another girl at the moment; that was the only reason she ended up with my brother instead of me… Plus, she wasn’t really my type; my brother said he liked chubby girls, but she just looked fat to me, and my brain questioned how she managed to stay so fat in the apocalypse rather than how to make her mine for her amazing power. 

Since my brother did me such a solid by killing the pink leader, I tossed the ball of what to do with her to him, and knew where it would end up. My brother would need a woman he could rely on after he took over, after all.