A cheer arose. Navani and Lamb stepped forward, each taking a hand and lifting them into the air as the cheering continued.

  “I present your newest Elder!” Lamb said, her eyes taking me in momentarily. Full of pride, respect, and… lust?

  I grinned, nodded at her and squeezed Navani’s hand, then lowered my hands and stepped forward, addressing the crowd.

  “We have a war still to fight. My brother and other soon-to-be Elders are already out there, fighting the good fight. We will do our part by first removing the enemy fleet that continues to surround the Citadel. It won’t be easy—but we now have the weapons needed to level the playing field.”

  With the three Per-Neters, we could cross over, move through their plane of existence and take them out. I’d have preferred some sort of Nihilist-seeking nukes, but these strange objects were as much of a weapon as we were going to get. They didn’t give us a distinct advantage, but would allow us to at least go up there and tear out their fucking throats.

  “And together, we will succeed,” my mom said, stepping over to join me at the dais. Placing her hands on the crystal, she said, “Together, we will win.”

  Energy flowed from her to the crystals in the form of tendrils of gold light, and then, right before our eyes, the Citadel began growing—more walls and defenses grew up around the sides of the dome overhead, even new turrets forming and more. It was like she was one with the station, growing it with her thoughts.

  We stared in awe, watching this place transform, and when it was done Lamb took her turn, addressing Hadrian and telling the group of newly-arrived supers—for more had been flying in over the last day—the plan. We would defend the Citadel, use the Per-Neters to send troops up to enemy ships and destroy them like a virus. It would be a long process, but this war was taking a turn in the right direction. We’d have to destroy the Per-Neters we had eventually, but what we’d originally thought about needing to do so to save Apollo had turned out to be wrong. In the end, we might need to go out there to find and destroy the other Per-Neters as well to finally end it all, but for now we had progress. The Tier Ones would stay at the Citadel for now to give counsel as more new Elders—including Chad, they assumed—arrived and were named.

  But for now I was the only Elder, as crazy as that was. Meaning I was essentially in charge. That didn’t make any sense to me, but I accepted it. I’d be listening to counsel from Hadrian and the others at every step along the way, that was for damn sure. It wasn’t just the other supers and new Elders who would be arriving, either, Hadrian told us. They had teams working to bring in the supers whose powers had been drained, and many were getting their old powers back after Chad had met up with Andromida at the pyramids of Gurstrad, saved my mother, and uncovered the secrets of that hellhole. It would take time, but our army was forming.

  Until all of this kicked off, however, I was looking forward to spending more time with my team. The ceremony came to a close and my ladies joined me so that we could all congratulate each other, then quickly made for my new room to christen it.

  Advancing through the Marine Corps ranks I had from time to time come across lavish rooms held by various elites and always wondered what it would be like to live in such splendor. Entering my new room as an Elder of the Citadel, I understood for the first time what it meant to be treated as royalty. While the room was part of the space station and therefore not the exact same as one would find on those elite planets, a super with the ability to craft glass and metal had designed patterns into the walls where multi-colored glass weaved in and out of metal. They were flat against the walls on each side of a grand bed, rising up to the ceiling and coming out in what felt like a chandelier but was clearly alien-inspired. All of the glass held a soft, golden glow, the type that had been powered to brighten or dim simply by me desiring it so. The bed was on a raised platform and complete with silver and gold patterned sheets, and I couldn’t imagine I’d ever slept on anything that looked so comfortable. I was eager to lie on it and see if the image matched the reality.

  But none of that really mattered, because it failed in comparison to the sight of these ladies, my whole team walking around the room, taking it all in.

  “It’s really yours,” Navani said, turning to me and smiling when she saw that I was looking at her and the others, not the room. “We, too, are really yours.”

  I laughed, stepping forward and pulling her close. “And I’m yours, all of yours.”

  She moved her hair out of the way, brushing it over her shoulder, and then leaned up, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips to mine in a gentle, teasing kiss. “What should we do with him, ladies?”

  “Reward him for his hard work?” Sacrada said, the first—surprisingly—to begin undressing.

  “Punish him for not bringing us here sooner,” Sakurai countered, licking her lips and narrowing her eyes to show she meant business.

  “Fuck like there’s no tomorrow,” Threed said. “Forget all that playing around bullshit.”

  Navani laughed, turned to Feruz and said, “And what about you?”

  Feruz looked about, unsure, and turned to Lamb. “I don’t understand. Didn’t we all already agree we were going to fuck him raw, as you put it?”

  Lamb actually blushed, nodded, and walked over to join me and Navani, hand squeezing my ass as she nibbled on my ear. “I believe those were pretty close to my exact words, yes.”

  I gulped, glancing around at this room full of ladies—all six of them, ready to challenge me. To see if I could bring it. Me, an Elder of the Citadel! I laughed, took her in a kiss, and then threw off my clothes, my soldier at full attention.

  “Let’s see if you can wear me out, then,” I said, accepting the challenge.

  I lifted Lamb and Navani each with one arm under the ass, and tossed them onto the bed as they laughed, the others coming over to join as they stripped. I tore at Lamb’s clothes with my teeth and one hand, working on Navani’s with the other, and soon all seven of us were nude, tongues and lips exploring each other’s bodies, hands caressing and chests heaving.

  When I realized there was no way to please all of them at once, I figured I’d at least give them a show. I stood and did a fake dance over them, then watched in awe as Sacrada’s eyes lit up and she came in, taking my cock and licking it from base to tip. Threed was there with her and stared up at me, a mischievous smile on her face and an eyebrow arched in question.

  “Do it,” I told Threed. She didn’t need any further explanation. She blinked and there were two more of me standing at the edge of the bed. My replicas took Threed and Sakurai first, both from behind, and started pleasing them so that they could watch as I entered Navani. We moved as one, both very aware of the women being fucked by other versions of me nearby and the other women touching themselves, rubbing their breasts against me and hands along my ass and legs as I fucked.

  It was all one cohesive group though, and as Sacrada took me and began to ride my cock, it was seamless. Not like going from one woman to the next, but like changing positions. This wasn’t an orgy, it was a couple making love—only the couple was me on one side, my ladies as my joint lover on the other.

  She came fast and early, but stayed involved as Feruz had me fuck her doggy-style next, and then Threed was yelping nearby as my replica took her against the wall. Feruz watched this, eyes going wide, and began to moan too, then purr, and she moved me to Lamb while she went to Threed and started kissing her, massaging her breasts, and then, to my surprise, lay Threed near my head and went about eating her out right there so that I had a good view.

  Damn, that sight while feeling Lamb’s warmth against me, her breast in my mouth as we moved, it was all too much. I felt myself approaching climax.

  But it wasn’t time for that, I told myself, so I pulled out and took Sakurai, laid her next to Threed, and made a buffet line. The other ladies laughed, enjoying the sight. Sacrada moved behind me and ran her tongue along my balls and up to my ass while Lamb straddled Navani, facing me, and got hers as she watched me, her hand moving up and down her torso, grabbing her breasts and squeezing, moaning and then finally closing her eyes and falling over as she came. Her face was right there, so I moved up and kissed her as Sakurai took my cock and guided it in, so that I was slowly moving in and out of Sakurai while kissing Lamb. Navani moved in, kissing both of us and then lying back so that Lamb could please her. Sakurai soon started to orgasm as I turned my full attention to pleasing her.

  We kept up with this. Each time I was close to cumming I would take a break and kiss their breasts or go down on them, my replicas doing their part until first one came and vanished, then the other. By the end of it I realized it was only me, all of the ladies worn out and watching with tired smiles. All, that is, except for Threed.

  I took her, and she leaped on me, as, surrounded by my team, I grabbed her by her tuft of pink hair and pulled back, kissing her neck as we rocked then fucked like crazy before I threw her back and moaned as finally I let it happen. The orgasm took hold and—she moved, surprising me, quickly maneuvering my cock into Sacrada who gulped and grunted at the quick insertion, but then smiled with an intense stare as she watched my face contort with pleasure and felt my cock throb inside of her as the cum exploded out, filling her.

  “Sorry,” Threed said, grinning as she ran a hand along my back, then gave me a light spank as another surge of the orgasm hit. “Figured, since I’m already pregnant and all...”

  Sacrada laughed but held me tight and grinned. “Next time, some warning might be nice. But yeah, good job looking out.”

  “For the record, I’m good without a baby,” Lamb said, chest heaving with lingering arousal as she watched me, muscles still clenched but finally starting to relax. “I’m good to just make love and have fun.”

  “However you all want it,” I said, rolling over and catching my breath, feeling the familiar sensation of the hype about to surge through me. “All I know is that this is heaven. Soon we’ll be getting rid of those bastards in the sky, my brother will return, and life will be perfect.”

  “Our families together,” Navani said, and had a pleasant, far-off look in her eyes as she cuddled up next to me, hand caressing my chest.

  “Us together,” Threed said, running her hand along my leg. Her eyes went wide as my cock, having started to fall, hardened again.

  All of the ladies gave it a look and started shaking their heads. I laughed and covered it with a sheet. “Don’t worry, I’ve had enough for today too.”

  There was actual relief in their eyes. I felt a weird sense of relief myself, knowing that I could satisfy six women and leave them not wanting more. But there was more than that, of course. A connection with each of them, though I didn’t know some as well as the others yet. I had a good feeling about this.

  We’d come a long way in a short amount of time. Nearly lost our lives over and over, and I’d given up my old life back on Earth. But for all of this?

  It was so fucking worth it.

  THE END

  BOOK 4: Psychobitches

  70

  There’s nothing wrong with psychos, especially when capturing the supervillain variety means filling my bank account with credits. Hell, even better when they look like Erupa—full lips, tight ass, and cleavage that could make a man weep. Hot as fuck. You know, minus the horns. Some would point to her blue skin as a negative, but it kinda worked for me.

  What gets me though is when one of those damn psycho chicks tries to blow my brains out with titty-guns or leaves a mine on my seat, right where it would blow my nuts off. That was the story of capturing Cheri only yesterday, but now she was locked up and I had to deal with this crazy chica as my last stop before heading on to deposit them in the loony bin on Abaddon.

  Oh, and in case you were wondering—I managed to retain my nuts. All in a day’s work for a man of the law… kinda. Technically, I’m a bounty hunter, but where I’m from the words are semi-interchangeable. When people speak of Ezra Faldron, criminals cower. I wore the word “Police” because I fucking brought the law.

  At that moment, it wasn’t exactly proving easy.

  Erupa is basically of the demon type of supervillains. Not a demon, exactly, but due to the effects of our sun, Oram, and how it mutated the humans who colonized its system long ago, various supers developed powers. I’m not sure if it was due to blood type or something else in our genes, but many developed similar powers and mutated in similar ways. You have your normal-looking humans like me, some animal-looking ones like the famed criminal Charm, and then there are the demon ladies like Erupa. Some have horns permanently, others can grow and retract them.

  All very fascinating, right? Considering the fact that she’d just pinned my arm to the wall with her fucking horns as we struggled, they were first and foremost in my mind.

  Erupa let out a scream of frustration as she tried to dig her nails into my jugular— long and sharp nails, basically claws—while I had my free arm pressing down on her forearm, hand on her other horn to try and wrench her free.

  “I’m not going to that hell, you motherfucker!” she grunted as I wrenched her horns away. One good elbow to the face and then a push-kick sent her falling back, but she was stronger and faster than me, so recovered and came back with a series of strikes. While she was quick, I’d spent my youth on the planet known as Xian training my body and mind. A mind that, in fights like these would sometimes help because of my empath powers. But when everything was in full-on aggression mode, all I got was a sense that my opponent wanted me to die, which feels more like common sense than anything super. Still, my training helped me anticipate blows based on body movement, and block them based on muscle memory and instinct.

  A slash of claws came for my face and I blocked from the outside, landing a blow on her ribs that sent her stumbling back. When she looked up, her eyes were glowing red as a similar glow formed from her hand, smoke trailing up and toward me.

  Damn. I must’ve let my SupraTech Quencher lapse. Hitting the button on the square device at my side, I grinned as the glow vanished from her hand just as she pushed out, leaving her staring at me in frustration. Part of being a bounty hunter for the Orion Corporation meant being able to gain access to the rarest forms of supra tech, or items that had been infused with stolen superpowers. One of the top hunters for Orion Corp, a legendary super named Ranger, had led the effort and was off continuing to build the company’s supply of energy and powers. In a way, he was a god among supers, and all of us hunters hoped to meet him one day.

  “That’s cheating,” Erupa growled. “Where’s the honor?”

  “You don’t get to speak to me about honor,” I spat back. “Not after all the innocent blood you’ve spilled.”

  “Define innocent,” she said, then charged. Only, before reaching me, she jumped and pushed off of the stone pillar to my left, propelling herself in the opposite direction, over the counter, and toward the door.

  She was running!

  “Dammit!” I shouted, taking off after her. My hand instinctively went to my pistol, but no, that was certain death for her. In this case, death wasn’t on the table—not if I wanted to get paid. Plus, that always ruined the excitement of the hunt.

  I charged after her, slamming through the doors and out into the street of this swampy planet with its vine-covered domes, bars and whorehouses, places assassins like her would congregate in. The number of contracts I could likely grab here would pay me for years, but this was always more than contracts for me. This was about getting the really nasty ones. And there was the fact that my ship was about full, once I captured her.

  She was charging down the street, nearly out of range of my Quencher, and I considered shooting for her legs. A large man slammed into my side, picking me up and tackling me into the cliff face that much of the town had been built against. He was vaguely familiar, likely someone with a contract out on him who assumed I’d come for him. No time for assholes—I broke his grip with two arms down on his and a knee to the crotch then blasted him back with a surge of electricity from my arc baton.

  Scanning for Erupa, a hint of doubt crept in. Had I lost her? She was out of my range by now, and that meant—the shadows! I sprinted in the direction I’d last seen her, looking for any sign of ripples in the darkness near others. There were only two people on the streets, both Santoori whores, women known for giving you the worst kinds of pain combined with the best types of pleasure. Not my thing in the slightest, but I wasn’t looking at them for their skills in bed, but to see where Erupa would resurface. The one directly ahead seemed like she would have been too easy a choice, so I turned left, going for the other. Sure enough, Erupa had materialized behind her and, seeing my approach, cursed. She shoved the whore my way and took off running again.

  “Don’t make me!” I shouted, hand on my pistol and growling in annoyance.

  She was strong, but I was faster. From what I’d heard about her power, it required a cool-down time, which meant she couldn’t use it again immediately. So I moved my hand away from the pistol and put my full energy into my sprint. She was mine.

  I chased after her until we got to the next corner, and then I plowed into her, the two of us going right through a wall. It broke and splintered as we landed on a large, circular bed and screams filled the night as nude women sprang up around us, running for safety. A man with an erection lay there, a piece of splintered wood stuck into his leg. He yelped as he shouted, “Oh yeah, keep it going,” before realizing this wasn’t part of the famed Santoori system and that he was actually bleeding.

  “My apologies,” I said, pressing Erupa to the bed as I bound her arms behind her.

  “What the fuck is this?” the madam of the house shouted, charging in to see the broken wall. Meanwhile, the man was staring at his blood seeping out onto the bed and starting to hyperventilate.