Different Rules 2 (Patreon)

Different Rules

Chapter 2 (NSFW)

-VB-

“I’m home!”

Confused as I was by the current situation, my body moved with muscle memory and actual memory to grab my girls’ favorite Chinese food and drive home.

When Annette and Taylor, my Lovely Owl and Little Owl, met me in the living room, I felt both anxious and happy.

The latter was easy to understand, and the former was simple to understand once I derived the answer from the latter.

I was happy because this man that whose skin I wore - looked through the eyes of, used the lips of to kiss, and held Little Owl with - was me.

I was then anxious because I was supposed to be dead.

… this Chinese food was great.

Now… who was I?

My name was Alan/Danny Marris/Hebert.

I was 87/42 years old.

The year was 2082/2007.

Huh?

2007?

Did I … time travel?

No, I was Danny/Alan.

I was… reborn?

Reincarnated.

…. Bruh, this was not the standard isekai. I want a refund.

All jokes aside, I really was Danny, which also made me question something about myself.

Why did this body, the one that Danny has had since birth, feel so small? I felt like I was wearing a full body suit a few sizes too small.

Something to think about later.

I blinked as Annette came to sit in front of me. Taylor had already gone up to sleep.

"So what happened?"

I blinked again. "What?"

"Something happened to you, Danny. You were very stiff today. Unnaturally so."

I smiled fondly. "My Lovely Owl sees all, huh? I really can't keep anything hidden from you."

She rolled her eyes with equal fondness. "Shush. Now, tell me. It couldn't have been because of the price on the Menu, right? I know prices are going up again but -."

The moment she said menu I saw a screen pop up in front of me.

And  as I stared blankly at the extremely familiar screen in front of me, my mind supplied me with information from so long ago that it should be nearly irrecoverable and yet the memory felt fresh.

So my eyes drifted down and to the side of the floating Yggdrasil Menu and saw the greyed out Log Off button.

I took a deep breath in and mentally, experimentally, called the menu, and it closed on me.

"-Danny?"

"I think…" I said, using phrases that felt more familiar to Danny than Alan. "That I have regained the memories of my past self."

Annette stared at me blankly before she frowned with earnest worry showing in her eyes.

"Danny, if you -."

I knew that she didn't like being interrupted but I spoke anyway.

"I remember that it was 2082 in California. I hated Kaiser Permanente, but that's where my family took me to when I collapsed out of nowhere," I began and she quieted down. From there, I told her about Alan and what kind of life he lived and died.

When I finished my story, I found her looking at me warily.

"I died surrounded by my children and grandchildren. And then… I woke up as Danny. Two sets of memories… and a superpower."

"Danny…?" Annette looked concerned now.

Menu popped back up into my vision but not in hers, and I navigated to inventory with ease.

And I reached forward.

Her eyes widened as my arm disappeared into my inventory, and I pulled out the last gear that I looted from the game before my condition had worsened to the point where I could not play.

Outwardly resembling four intertwined and twisted lamb horns that were longer than I was and topped with prayers written in Paleo-Hebrew on paper prayer seals that hung from each of the four horns' base.

Unlike in the game, I felt the power innate to this weapon. It flowed out like fog, drifting out and about, and from the way Annette jumped out of her seat and backed away as she paled like a white sheet of paper, she could feel it, too.

The Staff of Jericho, the penultimate PvP raid gear for anti-fortification magic casters.

"I'm still me. Still Thema you called duffus back in college," I said before I stashed the staff back into my inventory. "I just thought maybe I should come clean with something that happened to me… four hours ago."

I saw how conflicted she looked.

Parahumans, their term for superhuman, was a fact of life here on Earth Bet (why was it called Bet? What language was that even?).

Then to my surprise, she walked up to me and wrapped her arms around me, pulling my head to herself.

I felt myself relaxing. She wasn't rejecting this new me. God, this woman and her heart of steel that stood up to Lustrum and told her to her face that she was leaving.

"It's gonna be alright, right?" she asked me.

I chuckled. "If I can do half of the things I did before… then yeah. Being alright comes with being able to blast a hole through a mountain." Because that was the bullshit racial attack only Vritras had: dragon breath.

"Stupid man. Violence is not everything," she chided and I chuckled to that because it was ironic coming from her. "Shush. You're obviously distraught right now even if half of your story is true. Just … relax."

I embraced her … and pulled her up. She shrieked at the sudden carry as I pulled her down to a princess carry, and walked up the stairs.

It didn't take her long before she realized what I was about to do. "What are you doing?!" she hissed. "Taylor is sleeping!"

"We'll just have to be quiet as we reaffirm our marriage, then," I hummed as I pushed the door open, walked in, closed it with my feet, locked it with a mental cast of a simple Wizard spell, and brought my wife to our marriage bed.

I laid her down and took her glasses off before kissing her.

She protested, half-heartedly beating her fists on my chest, before she wrapped her arms around my head and neck.

I broke the kiss and pulled my own glasses off (they didn't work) and pulled my shirt off.

Then I was pulling hers off, bra included, and stripping her of her pants and underwear.

We were naked in under a minute, and the first thing I did… was suck on her tits.

She giggled as she held me, but it soon became a quiet moan as my tongue flicked and rolled around her nipple while my free hand slid down and brushed her clit.

"D-Danny-!" she gasped as her back arched when I lightly bit on her nipple.

Boob sucking during sex was a Danny thing.

I stopped and got into position, pushing her legs apart and holding her hands with mine and pinning her to the bed.

"Wait, condoms-."

"No," I grunted and she froze before nearly mewling loudly as I proved her opening with my dick before sliding deep into her holy shit, she was fucking tight!

Before she could protest, I kissed her and held that kiss as I began to pound into her.

Our marriage bed creaked and swayed as I made rough love to my wife, and she wrapped her legs around my waist even as she moaned throatily into my mouth.

Her nipples brushed against my chest as her breasts bounced up and down to my thrusts.

Her back arched and her tits blessed against my chest with their firm softness as she prgasmed already, but I didn't stop.

Instead, I pulled back, turned her around while pulling her ass into the air, and plowed into her.

Annette buried her face into the pillow and let out muffled mewls and whimpers as I pumped her like I did when we first had sex.

She came up for air but did it at the wrong time.

Her body gave up on holding back on her second orgasm, and she screamed as she came. I quickly leaned down and caught her lips in mine as she went through a full body trembling and shuddering, complete with rolled back eyes and frantic clawing.

When she finally came down from the peak of her high, I broke the kiss and kept fucking.

And then as her vagina kept milking me, I cummed in her.

She shuddered as she took my cum in this passionate moment. I relished at how warm she was… and the thought of impregnating my beautiful wife also kept me rock hard.

Annette's eyes widened with almost apprehensive fear as I started pumping her again, but as her moans escaped her, she buried her face into her pillow and muffled herself.

Our bed continued to creak and sway in protest as we fucked like we haven't in half a decade.

Because we really hadn't and that made this night all that more special.

-VB-

Annette sat up on her elbows and stared at Danny as he slept.

It was nearing morning, so he was still soundly asleep.

He was…

She knew in her heart that despite whatever changes her husband went through, he was still her man.

She did notice a few things, though.

For one, he seemed more introspective and calmer than before. She noticed how he took the time to think about what he was going to say.

He was still the same dork she ran into in college with how he impulsively told her what happened, which was very similar to how he just blurted out how much he liked her in college. He was still her emotional man who trusted her, even though she knew many capes didn't trust their spouses.

She shuddered a little, remembering the power of the fantasy setting staff he just pulled out of nowhere. It almost felt self-aware. The way the power flowed was different from how Kaiser and Lustrum swayed their crowds.

No, the power of the staff was, as Danny put it, innate. It existed. It was powerful. It did not need any lightshow, oration, or threats of violence for it to be acknowledged.

What really changed was how aggressive he was in bed.

Normally, she would ride him however she wanted.

Last night, he had thoroughly dominated her in a change of pace and it honestly felt great.

… maybe it was high time they got back to knowing each other as thoroughly and often as they could.