Greed God chapter 99

February 6th 2016 Gemworld 6:00 PM EDT

I  considered just grinding out the rest of the buildings from the  village, but in the end I was getting stir crazy just doing merges all  day. Even Zee's constant attempts to drag me off for a quick suck  session got old after a while. I was, at heart, a city boy, and this  wilderness bullshit wasn't for me. In the spirit of getting out and  DOING something, I decided to head to the nearest village to looks for  some farmers and a blacksmith. If I could get this place running it  would be a bit more lively, plus the whole creating buildings out of  nothing trick would probably get a few of them in the mood to work for  me.

Since I wanted to spend some more time getting her  onboard I decided to leave everyone but Barbie at the village site and  take my redhead to do some recruiting. We headed off down the path she'd  made sure to mark out, but as we walked it became quickly obvious that  she wasn't feeling talkative. She stalked ahead of me, and while her  tight little apple bottom bouncing in the dress she was still wearing  from the party was a pleasant sight, I eventually decided to bit the  bullet and just ask what had her annoyed. "Something bothering you  Barbie?"

Given that my first girl was the single most  obstinate human being on the planet, she couldn't possibly make it that  easy for me. "No, why do you ask?" Her tone was even and her eyes were  pinned forward, but I saw her muscles clench up in frustration, her  reactions easily visible to my enhanced senses. "I mean, it's not like  you've done anything for me to be upset about since we got here. Hell,  we've barely spent any time together at all." Her voice was casual with  forced lightness, but I wasn't an idiot. I got the message.

I  reached out and grabbed her wrist, yanking her back and pulling her  tight against me. She wriggled around a bit, but not enough to be  considered struggling. After a second of that she just looked away,  pouting. "Barbara." Using her full name made her flinch a bit, since I  usually didn't and she looked up at me cautiously. "If you want  attention I'm going to need you to mention it. This isn't Gotham. i have  zero spare time. You think I don't want to bend you over a table every  ten minutes until you pass out? We have other shit to do. I'm always  happy to fuck you, but you'll need to make some effort too."

She  snarled at me, blue eyes flashing. "SHE doesn't need to make an effort.  I want time with you and I need to schedule it but that fat tittied  whore needs her gaping cunt of a face stuffed and you'll happily nut  down her desperate little throat with no provocation. I guess not having  watermelons down my dress means I'm not a priority." She tried to pull  away and stalk off into the forest but despite her having a legitimate  reason to be annoyed I was pretty much done with her shit. I yanked her  dress up pulled her panties down and slapped her pale little ass hard  enough to cause a crack.

She squeaked and tried to  wriggle, but I held her in place and spanked her tight little ass, and  then held her pinned against my chest as I spoke evenly in her ear.  "Enough. I'm done with your constant sniping and bitching about Zee. If  you had asked me about it I'd have told you my cum supercharges her  magic, though you probably already know that. But this isn't about that.  This is about you being a little brat constantly and sniping and being  passive aggressive to the other girls. When we were back home it was  kind of cute, but now we're in a hostile environment and you're still  pulling this petty shit."

Rather than reacting by getting  all moany and sexual like I'd expected, Barbie started...crying. I let  her go like I'd been burned, not at all comfortable with whatever the  fuck this was, but the tears were more frustration and hurt than  anything else, as evidence by her next words. "You're supposed to be  MINE. She takes everything. She took Dick away, and now she's taking you  and it isn't fair! I was just getting used to that whore Charise trying  to steal your attention, but she's a fucking psycho so I could deal  with that, but why did you have to start fucking HER. I hate her!"

She  hauled back and punched a tree off to one side angrily, and I winced  because she was just human and there was no way that hadn't at least  cracked a bone. Still, I waited for a second to process this before I  responded. This seemed...important. I needed to handle this carefully. I  was good at manipulating people, but it was harder to keep track of  bullshit emotions when you were standing in the crossfire of them. I had  to take a minute to decide how to handle this development.

On  the one hand, I could go with the old standby of comforting lies, but  since Barbie was sticking around the whole 'oh, no baby you're the only  girl for me' strategy seemed unlikely to pan out. I wasn't committing to  one pussy in my newly minted medieval village, that sounded like a  recipe for severe annoyance. I was definitely going to enjoy being a  lord in reality as well as name, and she wasn't interrupting that. That  left me in the unenviable position of needing to tell her  something...true. Or at least truth adjacent.

The problem  was I had no clue what the fuck I should say. She was going to see me  with other girls, that wasn't going to change, and I needed her to get  with the fucking program. So I guessed I needed more information.  "So...it bothers you because you think she's hotter than you? Because  she isn't. You're both sexy in your own way. Honestly I'm getting sick  of the blowjobs myself, if I could quit I would." I didn't mention that  I'd prefer to stuff my dick up Zatanna's fat ass, both because it was  fun and because it was more efficient, because that didn't seem like it  would be helpful to share.

Blowjobs were quick and not too  distracting, and see was a total suck slut anyway so she was thrilled  with the process, but I hadn't shoved my dick in anything but her mouth  in days. She screamed in frustration, kicking a nearby tree. "I just  don't want her to keep being BETTER than me! She's taller and bustier  and she has that smoky whore voice and that fat jiggly ass and her long  silky hair and every guy I meet is obsessed with getting in her dirty  little pussy so bad I can fucking SMELL it!" She was practically panting  at this point, and I just sat there and stared.

I waited  until she was done and held up my hands, partially our of confusion and  partially to show I meant no offense by my next statement. "I'm not  obsessed with fucking Zatanna, though I'm starting to think YOU might  be." She looked about ready to lunge at me so I pivoted away from her  almost sexual jealousy of the magic user, to a safer topic. "Not the  point, the point is sure, she has good points, but so do you. You're  brilliant, and sexy, and you're one of the best fucks I've ever had. I'm  not fucking replacing you Barbie, I'm just a greedy asshole who wants  it all. You need to stop losing your fucking mind whenever I show  interest in another girl. I always made it clear we weren't exclusive."

Left  unsaid was the implication that I absolutely would not be keeping her  around if I had to deal with this shit. Not that I'd lose such a great  asset, but I would banish her to go do admin shit out of my face and  only call her for updates and fucking. She seemed to get that from my  tone because her eyes went wide and she looked a little worried. She bit  her lip, looking upset. "I...I can try." She looked up at me shyly. "If  I'm bad again will you...will you spank me more daddy? I think it  really helped."

I was pretty sure she'd just be so  mindnumbingly horny that she confused sexual gratification with  affection, but I was totally fine with that dynamic so I just smiled and  nodded. I opened my arms and she hurled herself into them. "Of course I  can. I'll slap that sweet little ass bright red if you start getting  naughty again." I wasn't sure this would fix her being a jealous lunatic  anytime soon, but I mean...pavlovian conditioning worked on dogs. If I  just fucked a smile on her face when she was good and spanked her when  she was bad it would have to do SOMETHING.

Once again I  lamented how fucking annoying it was forming long term attachments to  people. Luckily Barbie was calming down. She'd clearly been feeling like  she wasn't an asset to me, and once I reassured her she was useful she  had perked right up. People needed to feel like they had value or they  got insecure, and I'd been neglecting my role as her owner or whatever  the term was by not making sure she knew she was useful. This was one of  those lessons dad had to translate for me from the usual psychobabble.

Psychology  talked a lot about people feeling appreciated and valued but those were  just other words for feeling useful. All insecurity boiled down to fear  of abandonment. If Barbie thought I didn't think she was useful she had  no reason to expect me to keep her around. By making sure she knew I  found her necessary she could be sure I wasn't going to get rid of her,  which is what the whole thing was about in the first place.

The  issue was that usually when I used this technique on people I WAS going  to get rid of them, and I wasn't really sure how to continually  reassure someone who kept backsliding like Barbie did. I couldn't  imagine the CONSTANT need for validation and approval she seemed to  demonstrate, but she was actually fairly intelligent and the sex was  good so I guessed I could put up with it. Still, this method of training  her seemed like it might cut down on some of the annoying neediness so  that was good.

We resumed our trek, and despite not  actually having sex Barbie seemed to positively glow with happiness as  she bounded along in front of me. She still wasn't talking much, but it  was a positive cheerful silence. That had been much easier than I  expected. I made a mental note to try to figure out some more valid long  term training methods, because the lack of disposability was seriously  fucking with my game. I also made a note of how descriptive Barbie had  been about Zee's body. Her insecurity was pretty much another form of  obsession and I was pretty sure getting her attached to Zee would yield  positive results.

Plus I wanted to see Zee shove that fat  ass in her face and smother the mouthy redhead with it while I was  inside her...but who said education couldn't be fun? All of this would  have to wait however, until we got back. For now my redhead was placated  and I was on my way to pick up some villagers for my newest project. I  needed eleven farmers and a blacksmith. if some of those farmers were  women or had wives or daughters with big fat milk maid tits, that would  just be an added bonus. It was important to love your work.