Greed God chapter 162

April 3rd 2016 Gotham City 4:00 PM EDT

"Huh."  I said blankly. "Well...that escalated quickly." It hadn't, really. It  was an hour fight. But it FELT like it had. Note to self: don't fuck  with Doctor Fate. I turned to the scantily clad blue girl, watching  everything with a dazed and slightly confused expression. "You can come  home with me. Or you can go your own way, but I'm leaving." I saw her  look around. Look up to the city, and look down at herself.

I  could have been a dick about it. Tried to push, or manipulate her, but I  didn't need to. She wasn't going to bounce that jiggly blue ass around a  now merged Gotham and Metropolis after she'd just been freed from fairy  kidnappers. She had also just seen me do some scary shit. She felt like  I was safe for her. I'd protected her, and I could obviously have hurt  her if I wanted and didn't. She pouted at me. "I'm not going to fuck you  or anything. I'm not like that." She looked down at all the smooth blue  flesh on display. "This was those assholes, I don't dress like this."

Snickering,  I just turned away, using my bodily control to make sure I didn't get  hard looking at her. "Please. I like my women a bit more mature. You're  cute enough, kid, but you're not my type. Maybe you can find some boys  your own age who want a taste of blue raspberry booty." I could  practically hear the enraged record scratch as she processed the  dismissal. Leslie was a pretty girl, and she knew it. She didn't want to  fuck me right now, but she wanted me to WANT it.

She  stalked around in front of me, hands on her hips as she glared. "I'm  eighteen, asshole. And you would be LUCKY to fuck a girl like me." She  flushed, her mind suddenly informing her that she was nearly bare ass in  front of a man twice her size informing him of how good she would feel  in bed. I just smirked and ruffled her hair, ignoring the sparks that  tried to jump to me.

"Whatever your say sweetie." I said  consolingly. "Come on, lets go home." If she was eighteen it was recent,  but she still wasn't that much younger than me. Still, she was  charmingly naive, and I was going to have fun tormenting her. I wasn't  going to touch little Leslie until she was gagging for it. I'd take out  the extra frustration on the rest of my girls, I was sure they missed  me. The fact that they were all older would drive her nuts too. Maybe I  could take bets on how long it would take her to throw herself at me. I  bet Sally and Waylon would get in on that.

Despite my  dismissal, or maybe because of it, Leslie sidled up next to me and  clutched onto my coat sleeve. Following behind me with a cute little  pout on her face. I might have hurt her feelings, but I was still her  big strong hero. Telling her she wasn't hot enough for me didn't make  her any less attached. Hell it probably made it worse. I put the little  blue bombshell out of my mind though and headed for the palace.

I  didn't walk or fly her there. I wanted to scope out Brightedge at  ground level before I started flying around so obviously. I just stole  some asshole's car. It was a Porsche Carrerra, though it was a bit  dinged. He'd hit something or other during the merge and was sitting  dazed in the street. The thing he hit was gone, and the streets were  clear, because my image of the city hadn't had blocked off streets.

There  were a lot of confused people around, and more then a few cars parked  or idling, but the roads weren't blocked. I was guessing both cities had  the majority of people avoiding road travel due to the circumstances. I  gave Leslie a friendly pat on the ass, pushing her toward the car. I  didn't grope or anything, just tapped the cheek lightly. It was thick  and springy. I'd be enjoying that later no doubt. She scowled at me,  seeming torn on how to react, but when I didn't even acknowledge it her  scowl turned into a pout.

We headed off into the street,  and despite having to turn around and reroute a few times, I made it  back to the Palace easily enough. I'd gone out of my way to keep the  location consistent in the merge, so finding it was no problem. As I  climbed out of the car though, I noticed that there was a crowd waiting  for me. Whisper, Dinah, Jade, Artemis, Ingrid, Barbie, Strega, Roy,  Waylon, Sally, a guy I suspected was Barbie's dad, a redhead who looked  like Roy's older brother holding a baby, Amy, Emerald, and a few people I  didn't even recognize were all clustered together.

My two  baby mama's hit me first, burying their faces in my chest as my arms  went around them. I felt a surge of possessive joy as I pulled them  against me. MINE. My women. My mates. Carrying my children. They smelled  like sex and candy and fucking liquid ecstasy. I was hard almost  immediately. Huh. Dragon instincts LOVED women I'd impregnated. That was  neat. I had a feeling I'd enjoy sex with them even more than normal.

I  also felt...good. Holding them. Knowing my kids weren't gonna get  killed or whatever. It felt awkward, and the weird relaxing feeling in  my chest made me a bit annoyed. It didn't matter. It was nice to see  them, and they needed some reassurance. Of course I needed some things  too. I groped a handfull of Whisper's divine bowling ball booty and  reached up to yank Dinah's mouth to mine, feeling my milf moan into my  lips.

I scoured her fucking mouth with my tongue, my other  hand dropping to one fat tit and toying with her nipple as she  whimpered and wriggled against me. Whisper bit down on my neck in a way I  think wouldn't have felt as good before I was a dragon, but now made my  cock surge like crazy. My grip on her ass tightened and Dinah pulled  away, panting. She licked her lips eyes still cloudy, and then hauled  back and slapped me across the fucking face. I turned with the blow so  she didn't hurt her hand, couldn't break the baby mama by accident.

Turning  back to her I went to raise an eyebrow, but was stopped by the sight of  her face streaked with tears. "You fucking asshole." Her voice was  hoarse and raw, with concern, need, and hurt. "You just left us. Left  me. Left our baby." She put a hand on her stomach. I actually  felt...bad? For leaving. Well, no. It had been a good call. But I kind  of felt bad for not having her with me. I'd have liked Dinah with me.  I'd missed fucking her, and she was fun to talk to. It took me a second  to figure out what to say.

"I'm...sorry." And fucking  weirdly...I was. I was sorry. It was an odd thing to feel. I was unhappy  she was unhappy. Maybe I was worrying about the stress hurting the  baby? My confusion must have shown on my face because she rolled her  eyes, seemingly willing to let it go. I cleared my throat. "I had some  stuff to take care of. It was dangerous, probably not good for the baby.  It's done now, mostly, and I'm back." I thought back to the  conversation we had outside the shower.

My eyebrows  furrowed. "I didn't abandon you." That thought offended me. That I would  give up what was mine. Leave behind what belonged to me. That she felt  my possessions could ever have so little value. That emotion I was  completely comfortable with. "I'm back now, and I even kept in touch  with you. Where is this coming from? You've seemed fine recently.  Haven't you been talking to Ingrid?" I looked to the doctor who just  smiled and waved cheerfully.

She was too far away to hear  us, but her ever present smile made the unfamiliar emotions worse so I  looked away. Fucking godspawn. Dinah just rolled her eyes. "I'm pregnant  Nicky, I'm allowed to change my mind about things. But I've been  compartmentalizing. I'm still angry, even if I understand your reasons.  You have a lot of explaining to do. Including why this pretty blonde  girl has informed me that she is your WIFE." She stabbed a finger  accusingly at Amy, who was pouting prettily at the grope show, though  more in jealousy than anger.

I winced. Shit. I'd been  planning to manage that introduction. Oh well, I'd deal with it as it  came. Damn it, why did I juggle so many girls. I stopped and ran my eyes  over all my women, drinking in their bodies. Ok, that was why. I turned  to Whisper, raising an eyebrow. "And you? Is the other mother of my  child planning to express her disappointment?" I was curious to see if  Whisper had changed much in the time I was gone. Slapping me in a fit of  rage wasn't outside the realm of possibility for Dinah, but Whisper  would have had to go insane before she would touch me in anger.

My  redheaded serpent girl cooed and nuzzled against me. "No my lord.  Never. I'm so happy you've returned. I've missed your touch, your gaze,  your cock. I've been so long without partaking of my lord's affections.  All that matters is that you've come back to me." I shot Dinah a  challenging eyebrow, gesturing down to Whisper as if to say 'see? this  is how a good baby mama greets her man'.

Dinah just rolled  her eyes. "Whisper is a fanatical lunatic. She isn't a proper gauge of  anyone's mentality." She glared for a minute, but then huffed in  annoyance. "But yes. I've obviously missed you Nicky." She approached  gingerly, leaning against me, ear pressed to my chest as if to hear my  heartbeat. "Please don't leave me again? Just...don't. I can forgive the  rest, but I couldn't raise this baby on my own. Whisper would have  helped of course, but she isn't the father. She isn't you."

Leaning  down I kissed the top of her head, then whispered in her ear. "I still  want you. Just as bad as that first day we met. You aren't going to get  away from me." She was mine. Carrying my child. If I could promise  anything it was that I wasn't going to let her go. She leaned up for  another kiss, this one slower and more tender. I had other shit to deal  with now unfortunately, or I would have dicked my pregnant girls into a  coma. Sadly that would have to wait.

I turned to the  others. "Alright. As you can see, the city has undergone some...changes.  Things are going to be in flux for a while, which means things will be  crazy." I glanced to Commissioner Gordon, who looked extremely unhappy,  and avoided mentioning my plan to take advantage of the chaos to claim  parts of the city. Instead I said. "We need to help things  stabilize...so people don't get hurt." That should keep Barbie, Zee, and  Gordon happy while we expanded.

Everyone nodded sharply  at the urgent mention of our priorities, some because of the territory  up for grabs, and some because of the civilians in danger. Of course,  that was all derailed by Barbie, who raised a hand insolently, a single  eyebrow raised in challenge. I sighed in annoyance, knowing what she was  going to ask, and sure enough she pointed over my shoulder. "That's all  great and we can get to the details in a minute, but mind telling me  how, the few hours since we last saw you, you picked up a mostly naked  blue girl." I felt all the eyes of my women lock on me in various states  of irritation that I'd been off scoring girls when they'd been worried  about me dying. Joy.