Greed God chapter 70

January 23rd 2016 Palace of Debauchery 10:00 PM

Devastation's  body was still around, and alive. I'd had her hooked up to an IV of  saline to prevent dehydration while I dealt with other things. Since she  was just a meat slab at this point, I didn't bother to feed her. I  figured a few weeks would be plenty of time, and aside from dehydration  there was no immediate threat of death. We had her stashed in one of the  extra bathrooms so I had Waylon and Bonebreaker follow me. "So, Sally,  you ready for your upgrade?"

Now that I'd proven I could  kick ass in front of her I felt better about merging her. I knew she  wouldn't hurt be because I could control her with the Brand, but this  wasn't about that. Sally worked for Cherry because she proved she was a  badass, busted her out of prison. Even though Cherry was weaker Sally  considered her worth respecting. Proving I could best Waylon should put  me in the same category, should make me worth her respect, and her own  desperation for me to resurrect her daughters would do the rest.

Sure  enough, she was eager to get started. "Hell yeah boss, even if I don't  end up as tough as you or Waylon I want to get stronger. I fully believe  you can do the shit you say now, and I want to feel what that's like."  It was easy to tell she was excited after watching Waylon and I throw  down, and I couldn't blame her. When we finally got to the room where  Devastation was being kept I gestured her in first.

I  followed behind her. "Alright, strip." She raised an eyebrow but I just  rolled my eyes. "Waylon's seen it before and your ass is mine anyway.  But I'd rather not shred your only casual clothes if there's some kind  of physical change from the merge. There probably won't be, but better  safe than sorry." Devastation was bigger than Sally, and I didn't feel  like shelling out for new beat around clothes.

She  shrugged and started peeling them off, zero shame in her bearing. Not  that she had anything to be ashamed of. Her tits were surprisingly big  out of clothes, and she wasn't as buff as she looked. Aside from a  really defined six pack and some decently bulging biceps she was mostly  just a tall athletic girl. Granted she was VERY tall at six foot six,  but still, she wasn't like crazy jacked. Not like Devastation was. I was  hoping to keep her that way, even if she was Waylons fuck buddy I  preferred eye candy where I could have it.

I gestured her  over to the bed near Devastation and she walked, giving me a look at a  toned but pleasantly fat ass. "Now, stand next to her and put a hand on  her arm. Or actually maybe sit down. I don't know how this will work,  this is my first human merge, so better safe than sorry." She obeyed and  I used appraise on Devastation, curious as to what kind of material she  was at this point.

[Appraisal function activated.  Treasure detected. Living corpse- G rank. The wasted remains of an F  rank warrior. Though technically alive this pile of breathing meat is  functionally useless in almost every way besides as raw materials.]

That  was unfortunate, but not unexpected. Still it would be plenty to get  her to F rank. "Alright, are you ready for this?" I was slightly nervous  about doing my first human merge, even if one of them was a mindless  husk. Luckily Sally wasn't feeling that at all, she just shot me a  thumbs up as she reclined next to the body. I reached out with my power,  triggering the merge without a second thought, and the room was flooded  with light as the energy of Devastation's breathing corpse mixed into  Bonebreaker.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Sally  Sarasota- F rank Titanspawn. A former enhanced human upgraded by a  supersoldier serum, Sally, also known as bone breaker was merged with  the mindless flesh of a distant child of the progenitors of the greek  gods. Though she possesses only a trace of the bloodline, Sally has  inherited a small portion of the powers of Atlas, titan of strength,  granting her massively enhanced physical power and durability.]

I  blinked. Ok...I was positive Devastation didn't have fucking titan  blood. That would have shown in her appraisal. I could only assume  whatever power she did have had merged with Sally's enhancements in such  a way as to qualitatively upgrade them to this. I wondered how the fuck  I would even upgrade her without losing that powerful bloodline, but  regardless, she was not officially F ranked, and a fucking strong F rank  too if my senses were to be believed. I couldn't imagine she was any  weaker than Waylon or I.

Aside from the upgrade, she had  physical enhancements too. For one, she got SMALLER. Which I hadn't even  considered an option, but something about the titan bloodline condensed  her strength. She was only about six foot even now, with bronze skin  and bright green eyes. Her body was softer than it had been, still  muscular but slimmer and more compact. She looked fucking hot. She stood  up, marveling at the feeling her new muscles propelling her smoothly  through the air as she rose to her feet.

She lashed out  with a few punches, the sound of the air displacing cracking the  stillness like a rifle report. She turned to me excitedly. "This feels  amazing boss! Thank you so much!" She whirled to look at her boyfriend  or whatever he was to her. "Come on, let's go fuck." She grabbed his  hand, dragging him out without waiting for an answer or bothering to put  clothes on, and it made me chuckle to see her manhandling her now much  bigger fuck buddy. Waylong was going to be interested in his own upgrade  soon enough.

For now though I decided to go track down  Dinah and see how she was doing. My future baby mama was in her room,  where she'd been spending lots of time, curled up in bed watching TV and  sulking about hew life falling apart. Which was totally reasonable in  her situation, but honestly was much less fun than I had been expecting  having her here to be. I wasn't going to waste the months of sexy milf I  had before the baby started to show and I had to deal with mood swings  and shit on her moping, so I decided to try to cheer her up.

My  knock on the door got no response. "Dinah, it's me." Nothing. "I'm  coming in, so if you're like...eating a huge tub of ice cream on your  own or something and don't want me to see then hide it quick." I had to  admit I knew jack shit about grieving women. I was a pretty solid  manipulator, but part of knowing how to manipulate people is making sure  they either don't find out until it's too late or don't care when they  do. The moping usually came AFTER I was done with them, so my experience  with it was pretty limited.

I  heard a snort as I pushed the door open, and Dinah, who was laying in  bed cuddling a stuffed giraffe, just rolled her eyes when she saw me.  "It's never been more obvious that you're a teenager. Or a man. You  watch too many romcoms. Getting your information about how women act  when they're upset from bad movies is going to bite you in the ass some  day." She was laying on her stomach, so I couldn't help but stare at her  own ass, and consider the yield it would have under my teeth.

She  noticed my gaze and burst out laughing. "Nice to know you're still  interested at least, even when my hair is a mess and I'm not wearing  makeup. I look like total shit, so it's flattering you aren't just  running away." She gave me a sardonic smile as she sat up. "So what can I  do for you Nicky? I hope I haven't been a bother. Just been trying to  keep to myself, especially with Barbara running around. I spotted her at  least once and I'm pretty sure she isn't happy with me, so I'm trying  to give her space."

Which  wasn't really true. Barbie wasn't happy with ME. She was jealous of  Dinah, though I think she was conflicted about why. Regardless I'd make  her play nice, the stress of being alone all the time couldn't be good  for the baby. Though her insistence on looking bad was nonsense, she  looked perfect, messy hair and dark circles aside. I hadn't even known  she wore much makeup and I could only spot the difference because of my  supernatural senses, other than that she was still the same busty  mouthwatering milf I met in that coffee shop.

Which  gave me an idea. My lifestorm abilities meant I was overflowing with  vitality, to the point that my blood could heal people if I remembered  right. I was betting my cum had some energy in it too. Dinah had been  sulking too long, I was worried about her. She was not only one of my  girls and hence something that needed to be properly maintained, she was  carrying my kid, which made that need even more pressing. I made a  contemplative sound, getting a raised eyebrow, before I nodded to  myself.

I  walked over to her and grabbed her, throwing her over my shoulder with a  squeak of surprise. "Laying in bed is bad for you. We're going to get  you in the shower, and then I'm going to bring you downstairs and feed  you breakfast. You need food and socializing. So you're going to make  friends. There are several people living here. You already met Cherry,  and Whisper would love to talk to you." They were after all, both  pregnant, though I was going to wait to mention that until she was in a  better headspace.

I  palmed and groped a doughy ass cheek as I carried her to the bathroom,  because it was right next to my face, and I wasn't a fucking idiot. My  plan was simple, Dinah loved to fuck, so I was going to pound some happy  into her, along with some energy laden cum and then pawn her off on the  other girls. I wanted her to make friends with them early on  because I  refused to be the one stuck dealing with her once she got into her mood  swings. Granted none of them were professionals but...

I  paused. I'd been trying to think of a way to get Ingrid Karlsson back  on my radar since I realized she was part god. Having a pregnant  superheroine with depression issues who was feeling isolated was a great  way to reel her in. I made a mental note to call and as her to come by,  she was such a genuine sweetie no way she'd turn me down, and I could  start slowly gaining her trust once she was here in preparation for  making her one of my girls. I reached one of the bathrooms and set Dinah  down on the tile, giving her ass a sharp slap as I did, earning a  squeak and a glare.

Despite  that her lips were quirked in a smile. She raised an eyebrow, clearly  waiting for me to go, and I gave her a long, slow once over. "I think  you need supervision for this next part. I did say WE were going to get  you showered." I saw a bit of the heat behind her eyes I hadn't gotten a  chance to experience in a while, and I fed it with Eros and Psych,  stoking that fire. "Now strip, and get your hot little ass in the  shower. I'm right behind you." She stripped off her panties and turned  very deliberately exposing her fat, milky pale ass to me. I had to  admit. It was nice being behind Dinah. But being inside her would be  even better.