Vice Bunker 3 (NSFW) (Patreon)

Vice Bunker
Chapter 3 (NSFW)

-VB-

One of the powers that I came with was Waifu Summoning.

It was exactly what it sounded like with caveats; I didn’t have control over who got summoned and weaker waifus were summoned more often. That said, I got the pricer option for the power where all waifus would come with a power of their own at the very least.

To me in this current situation, this meant that I would have more than a fucktoy but an actual partner(s) to help me with managing the bunker and keeping the unwanted people out.

Hell, I will be extremely happy to get someone like Panacea, then I might not have to worry about the food prices the rest of the world was facing right now.

Fuel prices got tough back home before I came here, but that was nothing compared to the food price here. I needed to eat, too, and a pound of factory-farmed chicken cost me eighteen dollars.

Yes, eighteen fucking dollars.

The constant meteor showers, the ones that hit the ground and not just burn up in the atmosphere, have destroyed a quarter of the farms in the USA alone. The Midwest was hit the worst by the virtue of simply being the biggest. Midwest being hit also cut into the biofuel production, which lowered the quality of petroleum fuel and affected fuel prices as well, and the average daily growth of fuel price seemed to be around two to three cents a week and currently sat at around eight dollars and thirty cents a gallon.

So if I got a waifu who can do some work on that part, then I will be happy.

If not, then I will make do with what I have with a happy woman by my side.

(Though it also won’t stop me from going out to find Tattletale later tonight.)

Now that I didn’t have to meet with Taylor and Danny, I allowed myself to relax inside one of the deeper bunker rooms. My humanoid form - minus the tentacle legs - broke apart into masses of tentacles, and I shuddered as I felt good about it, too. Women would have referred to this feeling as “unhooking the bra” while men like myself would have compared it to taking off a protection cup that’s a little too tight on top of the neck-choking suit, tie, and vest.

However each gender described it, the feeling was there for me as I felt myself just drop into a tangled mess of uncountable tentacles phasing in and out of existence. I was doing this, relaxing, before I had to pull my first summon.

I allowed myself to remain motionless and free of a human form for about ten minutes before I got myself back up, reformed my human body, and prepared myself for the first summoning.

When I inquired mentally, I quickly felt a spinning wheel appear in my mind with all of the available waifus that I could summon. I saw that a huge chunk of them were from games like Arknight and Azur Lane, which made sense as those games - or were they windows to a parallel universe? - were designed with waifus in mind as they were games that came after a decade after the term did.

So.

I spun.

The wheel spun with but a thought and … spun … and spun… and spun…

And then clicked into place over a waifu.

I “mentally” peered in closer to see what waifu got picked, but before I could read the name, the ground in front of me lit up with light and a woman walked out. As the light dimmed, I saw who it was that I summoned, and I could not help but feel a little giddy.

Sure, she wasn’t as powerful as Panacea, versatile like Poison Ivy, or even a defensive tank like Albedo. However, the woman standing in front of me was, despite her age, an accomplished person herself.

As Kali Belladona stopped and stood in front of me, I found myself elated to have her by my side. Aside from possibly being able to share her Aura with me, she was a leader of men and women, and being a leader of a fanatical organization like the White Fang needed a much sterner hand than a political party or a trade union.

She looked over me, her eyes drifting down and then up, and when our eyes met, she smiled before giving me a curtsy.

“I am glad to meet my new husband,” she spoke articulately. “I am Kali Belladona, formerly of the White Fang.”

I bowed back to her in return.

“And I, too, am pleased to meet my new wife. I am Alan Marris, though I have an alternate and masked public persona that goes by Yal’Manus.”

“Oh? Are you perhaps a thief or a vigilante?”

“Close for the latter, but not quite,” I said as I gestured for her to take a seat on the couch next to me.

Had Cinder Fall shown up, I would have taken her right then and there, but Kali was a little different. Aside from not being a violent zealot-terrorist willing to kill people in the tens of thousands, Kali was a much more moderate and tempered woman.

I saw that I was two heads taller than her, and she only came up to my middle of my chest. I paused as she took a seat and pulled me down to sit next to her. She beamed at me, and I could clearly see that she was interested in me. I also noticed that she looked younger than she did in the show.

“I know the question is rude,” I began. “But I want to ask how you feel about your past and your current situation.”

“Hmm. You are talking about when I was married to Ghira, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, marriage is only til death do us part,” she sighed as she closed her eyes. “I can’t believe we were gunned down in our own homes.”

I blinked. ‘Wait, does this mean that this Kali… is not the same Kali as the canon Kali?’ I thought.

“Well, husband,” she spoke coyly and quietly as she turned her chest towards me and pressed them to my arms. “Before we get into the nitty gritty details about everything, I want to … consummate our marriage.”

I felt my lips quirk into a grin.

Wordlessly, I leaned down and kissed her as I too turned to face her.

My hands pawed at her bountiful tits before grabbing the edge of her shirt and pulled them down. Her tits nearly bounced out, and my tentacles rose up to grope and teased her.

She moaned into my mouth as more of my tentacles phased into reality in response to my need. Her wrists got wrapped and pulled up, her ankles got wrapped and pulled to the side, and more tentacles slithered around and wrapped around her waist.

I pulled myself between her legs as I deepened the kiss while laying her down on the couch.

Soon, our hips ground against each other, and she moaned and whimpered into my mouth.

I broke the kiss, and she panted up at me as I continued to grind my dick - not my tentacle - against her.

“I-I need in-inside me,” she gasped and moaned as I hiked her dress up, exposing her dripping wet pussy.

“If I do that right and cum in you, then you’re going to get pregnant,” I hissed. “Do you want me to knock you up, Kali?”

“Yes!” she whined as my tentacles flicked her nipples and made her mewl.

“You sound less like a waifu and more like a slut, Kali,” I growled possessively as my tentacles also started writhing, reflecting my own desire to take her and make her mind.

“Yes, YES! Fuck this pussy!” she whined as she arched her back as my groping tentacles squeezed her.

I gripped my dick, pushed against her opening, and then pushed into her.

As my dick filled her up, Kali moaned as she orgasmed. Her pussy clenched down on the bulbous head of my dick, but it did nothing to stop me from continuing to dig into her warm and wet pussy.

She hissed and writhed underneath me, bound and pinned by my tentacles, and nearly cried when I completely filled her up. She drooled a little as her body twitched and spasmed.

And then I couldn’t handle it anymore. I grabbed her black and white dress and tore them off, eliciting a half-hearted complain from her.

My hands and arms also changed to tentacles and wrapped her up before I started to pound into her.

“YES~!” she mewled as she let me pump her like she owed me money. “Fuck this needy pussy, master!”

I leaned down from missionary to mating press and pounded her like she asked, and she shrieked as she came again.

Then I got “unoriginal” and probed her asshole with a tentacle.

Her eyes went wide and she started shaking her head.

I nodded with a lustfully malicious grin.

Her eyes widened even more as the probing thick tentacle stopped … and then tore her asshole open as it shoved itself in.

Kali’s eyes rolled up as she whimpered, but even that whimper was cut off when I muffled her cries with another tentacle just thick enough to use her mouth.

She gagged and choked as I assaulted all three of her holes. She came again, and couldn’t stop cumming as I thoroughly ruined her.

After tonight, I knew that she would take every opportunity to make love with me.

I wondered how she would react to taking her sweet time with my bigger body.

And finally, I started feeling my own orgasm climbing, and began clapping her ass with how hard I slammed down into her.

“Kali, get ready…!” I hissed. “Your husband is about to knock you up!”

Her body shuddered as she came again… and this time, I came with her.

I groaned, embracing her tightly and squeezing her tentacle-groped tits between my chest and hers, as I dumped my first load into her vagina. Her wet vagina twisted and pulled as it received its first hot and viscous semen, and it dribbled deeper into her. The tentacle in her asshole also spurted out cum, and the tentacle in mouth choked her with the third load of semen.

She laid underneath me, whimpering and trembling, as I made her mind…

And then I pulled the tentacles in her mouth and asshole out.

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes… and then opened her mouth to show her cum-filled mouth.

“Swallow.”

She closed her mouth and did as her tears fell.

“Good,” I whispered as one of my tentacles changed back into an arm and a hand and used them to caress her face. “I claimed you, so now, let me make love to you.”

And slowly, I started moving her dick again, and she moaned as she curled up against my chest.

Unlike the previously frantic and animalistic fucking, I moved gently and slowly, pawing and groping her. Her legs that had been pulled apart now wrapped around my waist and pulled me in deeper each time I hilted myself.

Her cute voice leaked out with moans each time I filled her up completely. More hands were formed from tentacles, and I used them to hold her hands, and she looked up at me with a brilliant smile.

“I might start fucking again if you keep smiling like that,” I cooed as I up the speed just a bit to prove the point. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

She giggled and then bit her lips as she came again.

“Our baby is going to be beautiful as you, Kali,” I whispered into her ear as I came with her, and unloaded another batch of my thick - and addictive - cum.

She smiled, warpped her arms around my neck, and kissed me.

That’s how we spent our first night, a slow and sensual love making that didn’t end until the clock told me that it was morning.

I really could come to love this woman.

-VB-

We spent the next morning recovering (Kali was the one recovering) and talking.

“So you chose to come to this world?” Kali asked me incredulously after I told her the rough explanation for this world’ situation. “A sick and dying world?”

“Well, it came with the perk of being powerful - and also having you - so I’m not the one losing out on this deal. Besides, if things come to a head, then I can just leave this world for another.”

“And you can do that?”

“... Maybe after a few years but, eventually, yes.”

She hummed. “And you didn’t get to choose who to summon? So it could have been Blake?”

This felt like a trap question, but since she was already mine, I chose to be honest. I didn’t have to be blunt, though. “Yes. While the process is random, I did have a mental list of who I would have liked. You were pretty high up on that list.”

She smiled. “Couldn’t resist the cat?”

“Well, the cat got my tongue when she sat me down on the couch, so no, I couldn’t resist the cat.”

She giggled.

Damn, that sounded so good to hear.

She looked at me with a half-lidded sultry look.

“If Blake does come out, then I give you permission to be her husband, too.”

I nearly dropped my fork and the mashed potato chunk on it.

She laughed at my stunned expression.