#42

The trip back to the east coast of Brockton Bay was as uneventful as the trip from it. Xena had the Simurgh’s body tucked closely against her own, ensuring her drawback was being taken care of nicely and in a suitable vessel instead of just letting her hands do the work.

She gave the Endbringer the active thinker protections like the rest of her women and children. Xena was excited to get back. The tunnel to Coil’s base was nearly complete and she wanted to watch the hope die in his face personally.

But at least the inflight entertainment was fun, and the bird’s breast milk was way better than any airplane food she had ever had.

-X-X-X-

Xecate had sowed her seed in quite the number of women now. She was luxuriating in a pile of bloated and healed women as she oversaw the boring work of boring tunnels. The smell of sex, sweat, and milk filled her head in a creamy pink haze that actually helped her focus.

Even now a lovely older woman had taken it upon herself to keep Xecate’s cock comfortably snug and wet as reward for giving the woman back the decades that life, prostitution, abuse, and even drug abuse had dealt to her.

Did Xecate know her name? Did Xecate care about the woman outside of the cock worship she was being given? No, Xecate did not care. Once a harem queen reached a certain number of women, anymore after that they became no more than convenient holes.

Xecate remembered back, back before the change. She was an avid reader of smut and harem stories. It was rare for her to find a story that was able to handle a harem larger than a handful without having the harem as a whole turn into nothing more than cardboard cutouts for the story.

Now that she had a harem that was significantly larger than a handful, Xecate now realized why those old emperors and sultans relied on their harems fighting amongst themselves to manage them. It was less an issue of logistics and more an issue of choice paralysis. When presented with dozens of tasty pieces, even if they all taste delicious, you would still tend to pick the same few.

Xecate sucked on an engorged nipple, drinking messily upon the woman’s milk. Her large sack was massaged by two more of the bloated women as she mentally ordered some of the workers to patch up another hole that breached into the aquifer. The girls had finally brought the Snake tunnel butting up to Coil’s main base. The concrete and exposed explosive contingencies were the only thing separating the two underground facilities from one another.

That wasn’t the only tunnel the hive was making, of course. They were expanding throughout the docks and even into the boardwalk. The local humans and animals had realized that their neighbors were being quietly taken. The smart ones had already vacated the area. The reduced population meant a reduced ability to collect new hosts and women. Both were unacceptable to Xecate.

Would Xena or even Xera care about this problem? No, they would not. Xera was too lost in the sauce of being treated as an incubator for both herself and Xena to care about anything else, and the slut was completely okay with that.

Xena had a similar issue. She really did not want to focus on managing the hive when she could instead be collecting more harem members. Xecate did not mind this much. Xera was Xera, and Xera was bringing in assets for the hive. Hell, she was currently returning from bagging the Simurgh.

Vicky’s addiction was getting more serious. It did not take long before she managed to find the hive’s main entrance with an angry Amy in hand. The two were currently in discussions with Rebecca and a very reluctant Lisa.

The wackiest part, as Xecate luxuriated in her tiddy-pile, was that Sherrel was currently out in the city fighting crime. The gangs were going at it because of the Bomber-bitch the ABB had recently obtained and the fact that the E88 were now down two capes.

Sherrel’s new transforming mecha made responding to gang shootouts easy. She could end them before the BBPD or PRT even arrived. The vehicle mode was faster than the Armscycle. She had even managed to break up Leet and Uber’s recent “gaming” livestream, which involved a lot of ink staining a street. Sherrel was pissed that her paintjob was ruined with an ugly purple. She was even more pissed when the ink spontaneously caught on fire. The street the two idiots were streaming on was also caught on fire, which prompted the BBFD to arrive.

Whatever Leet used to make the ink stick to any surface while decreasing the drag on whatever was touching it was apparently not very stable. Who would have thought?

At the very least it was not difficult to put out with simple water. Xecate could only imagine how bad it could have gone if it required a special type of extinguisher or, gods forbid, it behaved like a lithium fire and was therefore far too dangerous to get near.

But Leet and Uber’s stupidity was a footnote in the city as Bakuda was already deploying her conscripts and tinker-bomb-equipped Oni Lee. Seeing Lee was curvy was kind of shocking for Xecate. Not because she was a she, but because of how damned curvy the ABB cape was.

Xecate remembered clicking that option. The same one she used for Alex, Hookwolf, Kaisarin, Uber and Skidmark. Like all of her original choices it was based purely on the horny munchkin that she was at the time. After all, why not more booba?

But so far the female versions she had seen had been pretty lackluster. Alex was both too young and unimpressive for Xecate to bother with. She was never attracted to those supermodel types and Alex would not have been out of place on the cover of Vogue. Plus she was French Canadian.

Ew.

Skidmark would have sent her cock shriveling inwards if she lacked control over it. The “Thing” brought back memories from the original animated Lord of the Rings movie and their depictions of orcs. When she, well Xena, first saw the Merchant gang leader in person a small part of her brain sang out “where there’s a whip, there’s a way!”

Xecate was able to see pictures taken of the other capes she had yet to meet by way of a helpful and big-tiddied cocksleeve who was more than willing to act as her phone holder while being impaled on her cock. Oni Lee’s tight black jumpsuit and gear gave her one of those tactical gun-bunny looks with how the belts and straps gripped the Asian’s body in ways that only drew attention to her assets.

Uber had more of a gymnast’s body. Well-built muscles that showed the woman took care of herself and would have been able to quit crime if she became a social media influencer. The duo’s fans definitely preferred it when Uber was the focus of the livestream, that was for sure.

The two Empire capes were where Xecate was truly at a loss. Why did Wildbow have to make the Nazis so damned attractive? Between the buxom giantess was Maxine Anders, whose looks made Xecate’s cock twitch inside of said phone holder’s well-fucked cunt. The web page presented a blonde woman whose piercing blue eyes were something Xecate would have seen only in her wettest fantasies.

Now she knew how Maxine managed to turn women into lesbians. The picture that drew her attention the most was one that was practically a dog whistle for Nazism. Xecate could only figure that pretty privilege was what allowed her to do a cosplay of a Starship Trooper officer in a city that had active Nazi larpers.

It was a surprise to see what Xecate could only assume to be the female Hookwolf in civilian clothing acting as Maxine’s muscle in one of the MedHall’s official outreach photos. The clothes were poorly fitted and were likely forced upon the woman on the order of Maxine. Xecate highly doubted Bradley willingly chose to wear the suit skirt, especially one that was not fitted properly.

Bradley’s scowl did not do wonders to make her look attractive, especially when she was not nearly as busty as Maxine. The suit’s jacket was stretched across her body in a way that made even Xecate feel uncomfortable, but it did hint at how well built her body was under it. The defined muscles of her thighs were constantly causing the pencil skirt to ride up and show off more of her legs than even Maxine intended.

Comparing her civilian identity to the pictures online of Hookwolf showed off how well built she was. “Muscle Mommy” was a common tagline for PHO posts about her, even if said “mommy” was a known serial murderer and animal abuser.

Would Xecate or Xena go out of their way to capture the metal bitch? Unlikely. Would they ignore said metal bitch if she was in front of them? Also unlikely.

Xecate cared not where the woman came from, so long as she was good looking. And while Bradley was not the supermodel tier that Maxine was, she was not bad looking either. Plus Xecate could easily fix the moderate titties that the sexy murder-blender sported.

The ongoing gang war and the E88’s increasing attempts to find Xena made sure that the PRT’s soft sell to the ex-Undersiders was expedited. Already “new transfers” from out of state had been aiding the heroes. Thomas must have been pissed off that his band of merry teens were forced into being white hats. Even the fully grown drone was being given a makeover to be a Ward.

They gave the xenomorph an orange “mechanical” suit of armor that made her look like a triceratops. Xecate gave the attempt a 7/10 and expected the disguise to last only until Leviathan arrived. Sure, drones were not exactly the most robust of the xenomorph family, but Xecate could see the logic. Drones were still strong. It was hard to make a xenomorph friend-shaped, so Tricera was a good attempt. It would not be the first time the PRT ENE had used a powersuit to disguise a person’s power.

She just wondered how they managed to build the armor so quickly. Kid Win did not seem like the fastest of tinkers, but Xecate guessed that it was a collab between him, Armsmaster, and Dragon.

The Bay was surely in for an eventful time.

Xecate grunted again as she pumped more into her phone holder’s stuffed muff. The sheer amount of cum nearly caused the woman to fall off as she struggled to hold up the phone and stay upright. Ignoring the wriggling woman, though her wriggling did make Xecate’s cock twitch from the feeling, she reached over and grabbed one of the other stuffed women and brought her enlarged breasts to her mouth.

After drinking some warm milk she focused back on the news and the hive. Xecate chuckled as her current predicament reminded her of her father when he would come back from work, crack open a cold beer, and turn on the news in the living room.

She didn’t miss him.

X-X-X-X

“Contessa, explain what the fuck is going on in the Bay!”

Rebecca smacked a fist onto the sterile metal table, her hand leaving a slight dent despite the woman’s attempt to moderate her strength.

Doctor Mother read her report.

“This has completely ruined the test. All data has been ruined because of this new Entity. I can’t even find the damned bitch’s files. She has our god damned symbol on her tit for Zion’s sake!”

Doctor Mother’s voice almost sounded whiny as she spoke. Contessa looked at the bedraggled woman. The raccoon eyes were even more prevalent now after she had spent several weeks sifting through their files for any hints of the Black Queen.

It was funny that she would mention Zion of all people. Contessa had told them all how the golden avatar was far more docile than normal ever since the Black Queen arrived on Earth-Bet. Contessa herself was growing increasingly ambivalent to the cascading waves the apparent Case 53’s presence had brought to the Path.

She had even written off Thomas. Even if he tried to rat on them, nobody would believe him. His path was destined to end rather soon. While his shard was decent, it was no Path to Victory, and without PTV there was no way for him to survive in Brockton Bay. Sadly the man was too much of an egotistical child molester to flee.

With the Hope-Killer being taken by Xena, even the hired goons of the Travelers would only be adding their skill sets to the growing hive beneath the Bay.

“We have to do something about it!” Rebecca roared.

She waved at Contessa. “Why can’t you go in and do something about this monster? It’s taken the fucking Simurgh for god’s sake. Do we have any idea as to what the creature even has planned for it?”

Contessa actually quirked a smile at that, but it wasn’t her who responded. “Likely to breed it.”

Kurt’s frank voice spoke out, his eyes not actually leaving his laptop.

Doctor Mother and Rebecca stared in shock at his reply. Likely the thought of the Simurgh somehow even being able to have a child, let alone have sex, was wholly unrealistic.

David, however, looked as if he had just heard a family member was actively trying for a child. It was an odd reaction, but Contessa had her theories about how his powers truly worked.

Ever since the confirmation of the abduction and likely mastering of the Simurgh by “Xena Ellen Murphy”, David’s power had actually stopped its decade-long decline. In fact it was as if a whole third of it had returned to him.

Contessa and Kurt both had come to an agreement that David’s power was somehow responsible for the Endbringers.

“How… How can you be sure that the creature is trying to breed the third Endbringer? How would that even work? Is… Is she that anatomically correct?”

Rebecca asked in confusion. That was when Contessa pulled out the vial of white liquid she had in her breast pocket.

“Yes, apparently she is that anatomically correct. And she can apparently be very much bred like any woman.”

Contessa slightly shook the vial. The Endbringer breast milk sloshed inside.

It was honestly rather tasty.

A/N

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