Magnetic Attraction 8 (Patreon)

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This will be a bit of a slow chapter as I settle some in-story matters. 

-VB-

Arthur Anders
Brockton Bay

I listened to the other party on the other side of the phone. “Of course, your part in the investment will be distributed to you with bonds and stocks of your choice.” I listened when they talked. “I see, and it is a rather serious conundrum. How about this then? If, in the case where your specific set of bonds and stocks, are unavailable, then I will be sure to exchange my set of bonds and stocks so that you may receive your share. Does that satisfy you, ma’am?” There was a chuckle, and then she talked again. “I am happy we were able to establish a working relationship, Ms. al-Halima.” … “Then have a good day.”

Click.

I let out a sigh of relief as that one phone-business call came to an end. 

As much as I wanted to swindle my older brother, I was a man of my word. In exchange for letting me have a chance at convincing the Biermann twins (while I did more than just that), I worked to get him the majority share in his company’s stocks. 

That phone call I just had? That was the last of it. Ms. al-Halima, an overseas investor from UAE, agreed to exchange her stock in Medhall for stocks and other bonds available with my company. 

I fired off a message on the phone to Jessica, my secretary/spiritual twin sister, and waited.

Once Ms. al-Halima made the transaction final, then I would send the stocks to Max through a contract. 

The overall work in convincing stockholders to give up their stocks took … 5 hours.

“You look relieved.”

I looked over my shoulder while turning my chest a little, and saw Nessa standing in the doorway to my home office. She stood there, leaning on the door frame with only her white nightgown and nothing beneath it. It was just transparent and thin enough that I could see her curves in all the right places and her nipples were poking out against the fabric but not transparent enough to show me everything.

“I just got done with my part of the deal with Max.”

She frowned, obviously unhappy.

After that threesome (with a clone to make it a foursome) night, Jessica, of the Biermann twin, and I explained to her the situation. 

And boy oh boy was she not happy with Max. And me. The bigger issue was Nessa not being happy with me, but not unhappy enough to leave me. Sister bonds with Jessica and whatnot, and she considered Clarissa close enough to accept her addition to my harem.

Outside of Clarissa who’s been making love with me for over a month, no one else was pregnant and once they were, they would be non-combatants for the duration of their pregnancy. 

This was part of the reason why I wasn’t pushing to destabilize the E88 right now. Fighting any organization or people by myself was a fantasy dream, no matter how much I countered many of their capes and their weaponry. All it took to kill people was one chance within a span of time that was my entire life, and starting that kind of scenario - where people have it out for my head - so early in this scheme was unwise. No, sir, it was unwise.

It did, however, mean that I had more time to solidify my position within the bay before I decided to destroy E88. Making Max feel safe in his little dual fiefdom was only the second step (first step being the seduction of Jessica, Nessa, and Clarissa). 

I cleared my throat. 

“Sleep well?” I asked Nessa. 

Nessa smiled. “It’s weird how you find normal uses for powers,” she said. “It was definitely a new experience cuddling with … two of you.”

As much as I am a sexholic, even I knew that there needed to be some days that we didn’t just spend the whole the fucking away. If we did it everyday with a single partner, then there was a definite sense of cheapening the act of sex like building pain tolerance but exchanging pain with pleasure.

From experiences I do not know but heard plenty of times from some of the indiscreet members of the board, constant sex built tolerance to sex.

Oh, I did it everyday. I craved it like a man thirsted for water in the middle of a desert, but none of my girls did. They enjoyed it, yes, but didn’t crave it like I did. 

Speaking of sex, each of the girls had their own kinks with it. Nessa liked rough sex, Clarissa had a bit of a impregnation fetish, and Jessica liked spitroast threesomes. They didn’t all get their fetish sex when it was their turn to be pleasured by me, but they got it enough to stick with me during this “testing” phase of our relationships.

And it was a testing phase. Unlike Clarissa, Nessa and Jessica could and would walk out if they find that I was wronging them somehow. Good thing I am always upfront about my dealings to people that I intend to keep close to me.

“Is that how you’re different from the rest of the capes? You look for normal uses of your power?” she asked, still stuck on that question.

I blinked before thinking about it. I knew, from Alan’s memories of this world, that powers, specifically the Shards, pushed to have their hosts use powers for combative purposes to see how creative their hosts could solve a problem or use them differently. 

Instead of, you know, inducing an energy crisis in their hosts’ society and then having their hosts solve that crisis because the purpose of the seeding of shards by Entities was to find a way to overcome entropy, right?

“I just experimented a lot,” I replied. “For example, those clones came about because I was experimenting with absorption. I tried and realized that I could absorb iron dust in orders of hundreds of pounds, but needed to lose them eventually. Otherwise, walking into an elevator would be mighty awkward. But when I pulled them out of myself…”

“They were clones.”

“Yup. I think I spent over a month just experimenting, making things like this,” I said as I gathered the iron dust scattered in my office and pulled them into a sword form, spinning them faster and faster until each individual particle was indistinguishable from the whole. Then I pulled out an iron block from the bottommost drawer of my dark oak office desk, placed it on my free hand, and tossed it up.

I swung my iron dust sword, and watched as the iron bar cut cleanly in … well, not half but it was close enough. Then I caught both of the bars with my power and slowly moved it to Nessa. She saw the clean cut I made and then looked up at me.

“I thought you controlled iron…”

“But what is iron?” I asked. “If not the iron in your blood, the iron in the sand, the iron in the steel, iron in your food? Iron is pretty much everywhere,” I replied. “As long as it is remotely theoretically possible with iron and magnetism, then I can do it, but only because I learned that I could do it through weeks of experimentation.” I smiled wistfully. “Though it has left me lacking in terms of combat experience. I’m sure all three of you can individually beat me just on that if I don’t use overwhelming power.”

Nessa huffed. “Uh huh. Like you couldn’t use my armor against me.”

I chuckled. “I probably can, but then again, you aren’t picky about getting naked in front of me, are you?” I asked.

She stared at me blankly before smirking. “And you’re too horny to moderate yourself,” she cooed. “Like a dog that can’t help but wag its tail.”

I snorted. “And you were all too happy to let yourself get used by me and my clones for five straight hours.”

She blushed. “T-That was a one time thing.”

“And if I said we could do it again right now, right here, in my office… That I’ll impregnate you and continue to fuck you even as a baby grows in your womb… would you refuse or walk up to me and strip so I can fuck you?”

She hesitated while holding her arms underneath her bountiful boobs. “Probably the latter.”

I chuckled. “Don’t be shy about wanting to have fun and make babies. It’s the ‘youthful’ thing to do.”

She frowned. “You’re starting to sound old.”

I raised my hands up. “I’m not old, just observant.”

She smirked. “That’s what old people say.”

“Hey...”

She laughed before waving me goodbye. “I’ll see you later?”

“Certainly. Actually, wait.”

She did, looking at me expectantly as I stood up and walked up to her. Our height difference was minor, only two inches, so I didn’t need to lean down to kiss her. She hummed as we kissed, and when we broke the kiss a minute later, she smiled coyly. 

“Now, you can go,” I said with a smile of my own. 

I watched her leave, keeping my eyes on her swaying bubble butt, before I made my way back to my office desk.

With the stocks finally gathered, I was free to start my third conquest.

I brought out my personal phone and dialed a number.

I waited and waited.

Click.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Kayden! It’s me, Arthur!”