Greed God chapter 25

January 7th 2016 Lord Mansion 8:00 PM EDT

Dinah let me take a picture of her before she left, though she made me use a  polaroid because she didn't want digital copies floating around. The  sight of her staring up at me, covered in hot cum, with a pout on that  pretty face and those big blue eyes shining with naughtiness was pretty  much the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Even thinking about what I did to  the pretty milf made me drool a little.

That  said, my mature fuck bunny had sadly needed to bounce, so I'd called  Barbie to come over for some combat training and an ass fucking. I  needed to learn to fight better, and I needed to drain my balls into  that hot little bitch to make sure her brain was closed to mind reading.  As Batgirl she'd had tons of training and was more than capable of  teaching me, so it was pretty much a win win on my end. With my muscle  control and enhancements I should pick up everything she had to teach  pretty quick.

When  she showed up she was dressed in tight sweat pants and a sports bra,  hair up in a ponytail that unknowingly echoed the busty blonde milf I'd  been fucking earlier. She smiled sympathetically as she came in, clearly  remembering our last encounter. "Hey. How are you feeling? I was  surprised to hear from you so soon. I put some feelers out about your  kidnapping but I haven't heard anything back yet."

I  shook my head. "I'm fine. Sorry I freaked out last time, it was just a  lot to digest all at once." Now that I had shown her my 'hidden depths' I  was free to go back to my normal behavior, since it would just be seen  as being in denial. That said, I'd learned with Dinah that playing their  game with them could make fucking even more fun, and I'd decided to be  firm but a bit less acerbic with Barbie. See if she might get a bit more  affectionate with some positive reinforcement from her daddy.

I'd  settled on flirty and sarcastic, but with a bit of a hint of a  connection. Like I was becoming more attached. Which to be fair, I was, I  had fucking dreams about that sweet little cunt, but I wanted her to  feel a bit of the romance I'd been giving Dinah. I gave her a soft  smile, stepping up to her, not touching but just getting in her space  and really towering over her. "It was sweet of you to worry. I like that  you were thinking about me." I made sure my voice was husky and let  some of my lust shine through.

Sure  enough she blushed and averted her eyes. "Of course. We're...we're in  this together right." I saw her eyes dip down to my cock, but I wanted  to learn to fight and if I pounded her ass into a limping mess I  wouldn't be getting very good training. Bouncing her on my dick could be  my reward for a job well done. She cleared her throat a bit. "So. You  mentioned something about wanting me to train you?"

I  grinned at her. "Well, you made a big deal about me being safe during  this little mission of ours. I figured what better way to do that then  get some training from a grade A asskicker. I thought since I have this  enhancement now, knowing how to handle myself in case we run into  trouble would be for the best. Judging by the way you move and how toned  you are, even if you weren't Batgirl I would be able to tell you can  handle yourself. You can teach me some of that."

She  swallowed hard, flushing a bit harder, but forced herself to meet my  eyes. "That's...not a terrible idea. I would be willing to help teach  you. But there are going to be some ground rules." I nodded seriously,  having been expecting something like that. "First, learning to fight  doesn't mean needing to fight. We don't just attack random people. You  only use the skills I'm going to teach you in self defense or when I say  it's time to do so. Understood?" I wasn't going to do that, but saying I  was cost me nothing so I gave another serious nod.

Letting  loose a breath of relief, she moved on. "Second, just because you're  learning doesn't mean you're instantly going to be competent. I'm not  taking you on any actual missions with me until I believe you're ready.  These people are dangerous, and I'm..." She blushed. "I'm not willing to  risk you being in danger. It's not your job. I'm the one who protects  you. Got it?" The seriousness she was treating my safety with was  absolutely adorable, and this cute bitchy but caring thing was a new  side to her I hadn't seen.

I  was guessing she felt like our connection was more than just sex now  that I'd become part of this mess. I didn't really mind. Once I got a  bit of time with her I could tweak her sexual preferences while we were  fucking so she wouldn't mind me seeing other girls. Barbie seemed sweet,  and she was a fantastic fuck, as long as I didn't have to give up other  pussy I didn't mind playing daddy for her a bit more seriously. Once  again I mentally thanked the gods for Eros and Psyche, literally the  best ability I could imagine.

My  super brain was useful as hell, because I'd had that entire inner  monologue so quickly that she wasn't even getting impatient for a  response yet. I gave her a reassuring smile, putting my hand on top of  her head gently. "Of course. It means a lot that you're taking this so  seriously. I'd never question someone with such pure intentions. I'm  proud to have a girl like you on my side." I felt a spike of heat  through her at the head pat and the word proud and honestly had to try  not to blink. Jesus, this girl was seriously craving male validation.

She  swallowed hard, turning away and walking over to the middle of the  room. She bent down to start moving the table and then when it was gone  she took her shoes off, gesturing me to the empty space in the middle of  the floor. I'd put on a t shirt and sweats, and she gestured for me to  stand opposite her. Once we were in position she took a deep breath.  "Ok. First thing I need is to see you move. I want you to attack me. If  you feel like you need to hold back that's fine, you need to be able to  gauge your own limits, but if you come in slow or wrong I'll punish you  for it."

I  gave her a long, slow grin. "Oh, I get punished do I? What if I don't  get hit? Do I get to punish you?" She flushed a dark red, but I changed  the subject. "Anyway that works for me. I'm  stronger and faster than a  normal person but I'm guessing you've fought people like that before. I  won't sandbag but I won't aim to hurt you. I'll try for light, fast  punches, that way you can count touches as a loss but don't get too  badly injured. I don't know how to control my strength too well yet."  Which was a total lie, my control was perfect, but that might seem  suspicious since most people would be off balance with a new level of  strength to deal with.

She  nodded, not bothering to speak, and took up a guard stance, gesturing  me forward and getting in position to wait for me to attack. I pushed  all the thoughts of fucking out of my head. I'd gotten plenty of pussy  this morning, and I needed to focus. This was going to be important in  the future. My brain was on it's highest setting, every single sense  focused to a razor's edge as I watched Barbie react. I stepped forward  and sent out few quick, probing jabs.

The  cascade of movement that were her reactions was...beautiful. Motion  that started at the tips of her feet and rolled through her like a  cresting wave. She didn't activate EVERY relevant muscle, but she got a  decent amount of them, as it was just so fluid I almost froze in shock.  Almost. Luckily as soon as the fight started things got a little weird.  As I jabbed out at her I saw every movement she made. Not just the ones  in front of my eyes, but all of them.

I  heard the tightening of her muscles, the scrape of fabric over skin,  the whisper of air moving as it parted for flesh, all of it merging  together into a sort of song of perfect information. My perception  billowed around me, taking in everything about the area a few feet in  every direction and processing it in an instant. And then I fell over.  Because holy shit, was that a weird way to perceive the world. I  overextended my blow and Barbie had grabbed and flipped me, and I'd been  so frozen with over stimulation that I couldn't do shit other than the  action I'd already started.

I  blinked, clearing that stuff away. Right. Note for the future, no  turning my senses up to eleven mid fight. Perfect bodily control doesn't  mean the knowledge of how to use that body, and maximum senses was  apparently way too much to deal with for me for quite a while. I made a  promise to myself that I would test that weird state I'd been in out at  some point to get used to it. For now though, I popped back to my feet.  I'd internalized some of that. I looked over at Barbie. "Weird request,  but can you attack me now? Punches please."

She  raised an eyebrow in confusion but shrugged. "Sure. Not sure it will  help, but hey, if you think it'll do you some good." She flashed  forward, lashing out with a few quick jabs like I had. I shifted my  body, trying to perfectly copy the movements she just made. I did so,  engaging all the muscles she missed as I sinuously shifted my form like a  snake in the same sort of evasion shuffle she had used. Of course, I  still got punched, because this wasn't a fighting game, and that  particular evasion wasn't some kind of secret dodge all technique.

Despite  that, she recognized what I was doing and backed off, her eyes wide.  "Did...did you just learn that footwork from watching me do it?" I  shrugged. I had, though I'd been doing it properly and she's missed a  few links in the chain of motion. Not that I'd tell her that. Based on  what I'd observed at the fights Barbie was a fucking martial arts  genius. Being able to move as fluidly and efficiently as she could was  already very impressive for a normal human person. Even one trained by  Batman.

She  puffed out a laugh. "Ok. Well. That changes things a bit. If you can  perfectly mimic combat styles and movements after seeing them once live  sparring is a huge waste of time. At least in the beginning. Kata's are  basically made for someone like you. I'm going to take you through some  forms that will help train your coordination and reflexes. I know forms  for about a dozen martial arts I learned during my own training, so that  should give us a really good place to build off of."

Despite  having had to change her entire training plan Barbie looked happy and  excited. As I watched her get all cute and energetic about the idea of  teaching me, I felt a flash of genuine fondness. I didn't feel actual  appreciation for many people. With women it was usually an act I put on  for their benefit. But her legit happiness at having someone to finally  teach and spar with was so wholesome and obvious it made me smile a bit.  I loved fucking Barbie, but based on that little flash of insight, I  was pretty sure I might grow to actually like her too. For now though, I  had training to do, and then a tight little ass to pound. I could think  of worse ways to spend an evening.