Greed God chapter 224

April 13th 2016 Brightedge City, Hall of Nevers, 11:00 AM EDT

Dinah  was waiting for me after I came out. Despite not showing much this  early on, she was very obviously pregnant. Her normally flat stomach  making it all the more obvious she was carrying my baby. Amy was with  her, and when I stepped into the hallway she hurled herself into my  arms, squeezing me tightly.

I felt...I wasn't sure. I  didn't hate it. I couldn't have been less in the mood to have sex, but  having her holding me like that was kind of nice. Still, I wasn't about  to become a simpering man bitch because I had a bad day, so I patted her  back for a second and then pried her off me.

"How did it  go?" Asked the mother of my child softly. Her eyes were glittering with  pity, and where I would have immediately seen weakness before, now I  just felt...annoyed. I didn't need her pity, but I knew that she  couldn't help it so I just ignored the discomfort.

I  started down the hallway, the two of them falling in step. "I'm fine." I  said tightly. "Just leave it alone. I'm talking to Ingrid like you  asked, leave the private shit private." My tone was harsher than I  wanted, which pissed me off. I was better at managing people than this  damn it.

She didn't get mad, just made a noise of  agreement. Amy laid her head on my shoulder. "Hey, do you want to have a  threesome with us?" She said sympathetically. "I know that sex always  makes you feel better."

Holding back a snort, I felt my  face involuntarily twitch into a partial smile. A shot of warmth went  through my stomach as I looked down at my often naive wife. "No, Ames. I  appreciate the offer, and I plan to demolish that cute little ass of  yours at the first opportunity, but I'm not really in the mood right  now."

She nodded solemnly. "Yeah, I get that." She planted  a kiss on my cheek. "I'm sorry about your dad Nicky. I didn't know him,  but he raised you so he must have been amazing."

I...had  no response to that. She smiled softly and turned, heading off into the  castle. Dinah clicked her tongue. "Man, she is WAY too good for you."

Snorting,  I raised an eyebrow at her. "Pot and kettle." She smiled at me. I felt  the need to clear something up though. "I'm not planning to apologize  for anything Dinah. Just so you know."

She looked at me  levelly. "Really? Meeting me, seducing me, getting me pregnant, breaking  up my relationship? When you couldn't feel bad it made no sense to be  angry about it, but now that you have your humanity...you really aren't  even going to pretend to be sorry?"

I barked out a laugh.  "See, I figured this would happen. I'm not magically a good person now.  Hell, in a lot of ways I'm a worse one. I'm angrier, more possessive,  probably meaner." I reached out and grabbed her, pulling her against me,  grabbing a handful of her fat ass as I did, looking her in the eye from  inches away. "You're mine. Every inch of you. Fuck Oliver Queen. Fuck  the Justice League. I took you and you belong to me. Do I need to  apologize for that?"

Her blank expression twisted into a  small smile. "No. And I didn't expect you to. I just wanted to remind  you who you are. Brooding isn't your style. I don't like seeing the  father of my baby so sullen. Besides, seeing you act like a depressed  teen makes me feel like a cradle robber."

I let go of her  ass, giving her a quick pop on the cheek. "Here's to you Mrs. Robinson."  I also leaned down for a quick kiss. "Thanks. I needed that." I turned  and started walking, letting her fall into step next to me. "To be fair,  you could have tried the threesome route like Amy did. That almost  worked."

She rolled her eyes. "Please. I know my man. I'm a  trained psychologist Nicholas. Do you really think that after months of  therapy and going over how we got together I don't see what you did in  retrospect? I understand you better than you think. Just because the  princess is a little sweetie with a fucked up mind doesn't mean she's  the one who understands you best. I'm the one who has what you need."

I smirked at her. "I'm sure. Probably comes with the mommy milkers."

"You  fishing for some lactation play?" She said, her tone dripping with  sincerity. "Because I'm just about there. And we did talk about how you  needed a mother figure."

Rolling my eyes, I smiled.  "Please. I'm not the type. You want me to call you mommy you better earn  it. Until then you can just make Whisper give it up while you're  strapping her. Or maybe get it from Barbie. She seems like the type to  have some mommy issues. Gods know she has daddy issues."

"Please."  She said with a snort. "You don't need a degree to diagnose that. She  fills her need for male reassurance and support with you, which,  admittedly was self destructive and ridiculous up to this point, not  that I suppose I'm in a position to comment. Her promiscuity among other  women shows a deep seated need for feminine affection and positive  female reinforcement."

I grimaced. "Gross. Stop talking  like a therapist. I had to put up with that shit enough while talking to  Ingrid. But hey, if you think Barbie could use some female attention  why don't you sit on her face sometime?"

"Because 'fuck  them until they have a breakthrough' isn't an ACTUAL therapy technique,  despite how it might seem like one to you." She said with a huff.  "Granted, my pregnancy would lend me some legitimacy in her eyes for  helping get past her current issues, but becoming just one of the parade  of women she's fucked wouldn't help her at all. I don't think she would  be open to a platonic approach though. We were never that close and  there was some tension between us at first."

I smirked a bit at that. "What?" She asked exasperatedly. "Why the smarmy grin?"

"Oh  nothing." I said with a snicker. "It's just that I always knew you were  kind of the mom of the group, but now that I can actually put that in  context it's kind of cute."

She raised an eyebrow at me. "You realize that I figured out a long time ago that you don't actually have mother issues?"

"Oh  I definitely didn't." I agreed. "That was something I told you so you  could rationalize bouncing on my dick despite me being a teenager. I  might NOW unfortunately, but I wasn't calling you cute in a fetish bait  way." I paused, trying to put the idea into words when I'd never really  needed to express a sentiment like this before. "It's...kind of sweet.  That you care about all of them."

Her  smile was soft. "Careful Nicky. People are going to think you're going  soft. Though I suspect this new side of you is the only reason you'll  have a shot with Ingrid. She seems like the 'I can change him' type. I  doubt she would have agreed to be involved with you before, and I know  the only reason you'd keep a pretty girl around was the intention to  eventually have sex with her."

"You  realize that implies I'm planning to deflower and mind break the two  cute little teens living here?" I said in amusement. "Because I'm  definitely still doing that, even if I might try being a bit nicer to  Leslie. Besides, that's a pot kettle situation if I've ever heard one.  You're telling me you weren't planning to try to change me before this  happened?"

Dinah  caught my hand, pulling me to a stop and turning me to face her,  putting her hands on my cheeks as she stared into my eyes fiercely.  "No." She said sharply. "Do I know that you seduced and impregnated me  because you wanted to knock up a MILF? Yes. But you also stayed by my  side when all the others left. Even with no emotions you cared enough in  your own way not to abandon me or the baby."

I pulled her forward into a hard kiss. "I told you. You're MINE. I don't give a fuck what the League thinks of you."

Resting  her forehead against mine, she smiled. "I know. And that's why I  stayed. It's why I'm raising our baby with you, and its why if you ask  I'll bend that little blue slut over and spread her fat little ass  cheeks for you myself. Because you're MINE too. I accept you for who you  are, because I know you'll take care of me and our baby. And if this  new you is the kind of person who can love us too?" She kissed me this  time, even harder. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

Weirdly,  that fucking scared me. The intensity in her eyes, the fire in her  voice. Normally I'd have just been turned on, but I felt uncomfortable  and claustrophobic in her arms for a second. I also felt touched, and  decided to force the other stuff down. I didn't want to push Dinah away.  I was far from ready to say I loved somebody, even if I might be  capable of it now. But I sure as fuck possessed this hot little bitch.

She  must have seen the discomfort because she let me go with a laugh,  patting my cheek. "My poor sweet Nicky. No one is asking you to become a  real boy overnight. Don't think about it too much. Just do whatever  makes you comfortable. Pound us all into a gibbering mess when the mood  strikes you and crush your enemies. Expand your power base. Do what  makes you happy. As much as it feels like it nothing has changed."

Which  was a solid point. I felt differently about shit, but nothing was  ACTUALLY different. I debated having her suck my dick to take my mind  off things, but like I'd told Amy, I wasn't in the mood. I nodded.  "Alright. That's fine. Let's get moving on our next step then. With the  vampires gone our major threat in the city is the damn Fear Host. I  can't have him running around being a nuisance, so I need to track him  down."

She  nodded, her face smoothing out. "Right. Whoever they are they're a  danger. So we need to figure out where they are. I was thinking over  that. I think we should try to get you undercover in the Court of Owls  under your civilian identity. The Fear Host almost definitely has some  connection to them since they were at the meeting. Not just upstairs but  with access to restricted areas."

I  shot her a surprised look and she rolled her eyes. "I realize you don't  have a great opinion of superheroes, but I was a member of the League  for years. I DID have a skillset other than bouncing tits and a glass  shattering scream. Barbara is far from the only competent member of your  little harem."

Holding  up both hands, I said defensively. "Whoa. Don't shoot. I never meant to  imply otherwise. It's just a good idea. I must be off my game not to  have considered it. I'll make Silver help out getting me in. I  appreciate the help." I held out an elbow to her. "Now. If we're  finished with boring feelings bullshit I thought we could go cuddle my  dog for a while. Ingrid informs me that will be life affirming."

We  headed off down the hallway to find Magnus. I really had to upgrade the  pup now, but I was down to only 4.25 million points. If i was going to  ever get to B rank I would need to put in some serious work. The Court  would be a perfect opportunity to make some points. I'd strip the whole  place for parts and enjoy every second of it.  My anger was already  starting to dim at least a bit. One thing at a time I supposed.