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[center]<<Roux Chevalier, “Red Riding Hoodlum”>>[/center]

I groaned as I pulled myself out of the small crater I’d made upon my landing. Even without looking around, I could tell that I was in a dimension that I hadn’t been in before. When you travel to multiple dimensions, you start to get a feel for them. It wasn’t my birth world, wasn’t that stupid ass Praetoria, and it definitely wasn’t whatever the nerds called the world connected to Praetoria.

Rolling my neck and stretching my back, both of them letting out a very satisfying series of pops, I took in the environment around me. From a cursory examination, it appeared that I was in an American football stadium. Not one of the really big fancy ones, but a smaller one. Probably some sort of school stadium, at a guess.

Shaking my head, I turned away, starting to walk off the field and towards the edge of the stadium. There was no sense sticking around the field. Not unless I wanted to be mistaken for some sort of jock hero, and the idea of running around with a bunch of brainless muscle-bound idiots made my skin crawl. I wasn't too terribly fond of the scheming machinations of those like Lord Recluse either, but it was far more palatable than the goody two shoes dumbasses that called themselves heroes.

No, it was far better to make my own way, and not get wrapped up in anyone else's business. The only time I'd had any sort of organization under my command had been the Red Shadows, and that had been an unmitigated disaster. So, it was time to set up shop somewhere. Preferably somewhere with a lot of money and power.

Getting out of the stadium was the easy part. Finding the city center and a hotel that suited my tastes was a bit more difficult. First was getting the funds for a hotel room, which I managed by picking out some shlub in a fancy suit, leaping up to a rooftop with him screaming the entire way, blowing his brains out with Granny's shotgun and taking his wallet.

Second was getting a place to stay, which was a little more complicated. After a bit of searching, and some rather annoying and rude questions from the manager, I had a room at the most expensive hotel I could find. After getting to the room, I tossed aside the coat I wore, and began stripping.

With a sigh, I flopped onto the bed, and took a few moments to think. Where did I want to set up shop? Picking out some chicks to teach them how to handle things properly hadn't gone particularly well with the Red Shadows, so I needed to be more careful and selective with my recruiting this time.

Maybe, instead of just random recruits, I could make an official team or something. It'd give me a good opportunity to train and teach my girls. Yeah, I could definitely work with that. All I needed now was to find some girls who were worthy of being on the team, and then I could show the world what the Red Shadows were really capable of.

First step would be finding the right location. Somewhere big, preferably. Maybe a…

I paused, feeling a faint tickling sensation in the back of my mind. Snarling, I brought up each and every trick and technique I had for defending against mental intrusions. The first step was to identify the intruder, and after a few seconds I could feel an unfamiliar psychic presence. Next step was to isolate them, something I'd pulled off against Sister Psyche, and the same tricks worked here.

I focused my will, and a sphere of pure, unbreakable Will surrounded the psychic's presence, cutting them off from anything else. With a thought, I delved into my mind to face the intruder. The mental avatar of the intruder was a bald man who reminded me of the woodsman I’d filled full of buckshot so many years ago. I didn't listen to any sort of excuse he gave, instead demonstrating the folly of trying to enter my mind uninvited!

All things considered, I was quite impressed with the power and skill of this psychic. They managed to slip away from my grasp after an hour of being subjected to some of the more imaginative torments I’d come up with over the years. A few of them I’d picked up from Ereshkigal after watching her discipline some Hellions who’d failed her.

As the last of the intruder slipped away, I felt them leave a psychic signature. Not much, just a faint hint. In my past experience, it probably wasn't something they did intentionally, based on their hurry to escape. Still, I could work with this. It would just take a bit of effort…

To my surprise, it wasn’t me finding the psychic that happened next, but rather, someone else found me.

“So you’re the one that put Charles Xavier into a coma,” a woman in a sharp business suit said as she sat across from me at the dive bar I was in. I admit, my mouth went dry upon seeing her. Brown hair, creamy skin, the glasses… woof.

Shaking my head, I refocused, “Who’re you?”

The woman gave a knowing smile, and I took a moment to make sure my mind was clear, before she answered, “I’ve had a few names I’ve gone by over the years, but you can call me Raven. My compatriot and I are quite interested in you.”

Pushing the horniness aside, I focused on the important things, such as the fact that there were two of them, and one had yet to make an appearance.

Raising an eyebrow, I asked, “And why exactly would you two be interested in little ol' me?”

The woman, Raven, smiled, “Simple. We represent an organization that has a need for individuals with your particular talents.”

I leaned back in my seat, studying her, before asking, “Oh yeah? And what organization might that be?”

“We call ourselves the Brotherhood of Mutants…”

[center]<<Jessica Lavore, “Ereshkigal”>>[/center]

All things considered, the boom went better than I could have expected. I didn’t end up dead, for one, though I had no idea where I was. I was in a coastal city, my gut was telling me that North was that way... so I was on the West Coast. I previously had never been further west than Mississippi, so if nothing else it would be an interesting…

My train of thought was cut off as I saw a woman, kneeling on a neighboring rooftop with a high tech sniper rifle in hand, looking through the scope at some target I couldn’t care less about. What I did care about was the way her catsuit hugged her ass. The demon blood burned hot in my veins, and mere seconds after viewing that, I was moving, leaping the distance and rushing at her from behind.

“...Stark is-” the woman was saying into an earpiece, before she sensed me approaching and leapt to the side. The movement was impressive, showing that she had some serious athletic ability. I followed, and a moment later, the two of us were facing each other.

I had a moment to get a proper look at her, and damn was she pretty. Black hair with a blue sheen when it caught the light, pale blue-gray skin, a dancer's build and tits that were so perky they looked gravity defying. I couldn't help licking my lips upon finishing my examination.

“I am going to break that pussy,” I declared, making the woman flinch.

“Quoi?” she asked, her eyes going wide; and at that moment, I understood what Gomez Addams was onto when Morticia spoke French.

Grinning, I leapt at her, my wings manifesting and giving me a boost of speed. She dodged, and I spun, bringing a knee around. She blocked, but I used the momentum to spin the other way and slam my heel into her stomach.

The force sent her flying, and I jerked my head to the side as she shot at me with her rifle despite her flight. A second, more powerful blast, blew the building out from under my feet, and I dropped like a stone. My wings snapped out, and I took flight, only to feel a burst of pain in my side.

Fucking ow. That was a new feeling, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. I was on the hunt, and I had a tasty morsel to devour. Diving, I flew towards her, and felt a second sting on my arm, followed by a third hitting my leg. 

Our game of cat and mouse lasted for fifteen minutes or so, with me so graciously informing her of her future as my fuckpet would consist of. Finally, I had her cornered and a blast of magical fire ruined her gun.

“Ne t’approche pas!” she screamed as I wove a spell, binding her wrists and ankles together.

I smirked and licked my lips, “That's right, slut, beg for it. But don't worry, once you learn how to obey and please, you'll get the pleasure only my cock can give.”

She had a look of fear and confusion on her face at my words, as I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my skirt and panties and slipped out of them. Muttering a demonic incantation under my breath, my pussy warped and shifted, a foot long, equine dick growing out in its place. The tip flared open, ready to batter open any hole it came into contact with.

Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth, only to scream as I reached down and tore off the lower half of her catsuit, exposing her cunt. Licking my lips, I gripped her hips, and thrust into her tight cunt. Her screams echoed out, but I ignored them, pounding into her. The screams soon petered out, the demonic aphrodisiac of my leaking precum lighting her nerves afire and forcing her body into a state of near constant orgasm.

As her screams turned into moans and whimpers, I grinned and leaned over her, biting her shoulder. Blood filled my mouth, and I swallowed a mouthful, before pulling back. The effect was instant, and she let out a squeal as her eyes glazed over.

A constant stream of French flew from her mouth, and it was all I could do to not laugh. Instead, I focused on stuffing her cunt with my demon dick. I pounded into her, and she squealed and screamed. Her pussy clamped down on me, and I grinned, leaning down and kissing her.

Our tongues intertwined, and her arms wrapped around my neck, her legs wrapping around my waist and her pussy spasming. Her cunt was milking me, begging me to fill her and give her the pleasure only I could.

Growling, I gave into her desires and thrust balls deep into her, my demonic cum flooding her womb. She screamed, her entire body shaking as her eyes rolled up. Her tongue lolled out and drool leaked down her chin.

As her body shook and her orgasm faded, I pulled out of her. She fell limp, and I chuckled, looking her over, before glancing around. Hmm… I could leave her and try to get my bearings, or I could continue using her to satisfy myself…

Grinning, I grabbed her and tossed her over my shoulder. The sun was high in the sky, and a rooftop wasn't the ideal place to properly break in a cumdump. Besides, I had a lot of ideas I wanted to try with her. Not the least of which was seeing how long it would take for her to take the entirety of my cock down her throat.

With that decided, I started flying to a more shady and secluded location. My cock throbbed between my legs, and the woman let out a quiet whimper. Oh yes, she was going to be quite a good plaything.