Sell you a Bridge chapter 155

January 6th 2011 New Genesis 8:00 PM EDT

Dreamer  was a genuinely fascinating person. Zee had excellent taste, the  goddess was sweet, funny, and an excellent storyteller. She was also, as  it happened, an absolutely brilliant illusionist. Zee had actually  started taking lessons with the pretty New God to work on her own  illusion magic, and the results were...interesting. She was doing her  best to work more false images into her combat style, and it was  actually a perfect compliment to her long range style. That said, she  was definitely having some fun with the types of illusions she was  trying.

Which was really driving  Dreamer crazy based on what I could see. The great thing about  illusions is they don't have to look the same for everyone, and watching  the cute little goddess try not to react to illusions of my naked  girlfriend or the occasional hardcore fuckfest that only she can see is  kind of adorable. It takes everything I have not to smirk as her aura  pulses with arousal even as she does her best to pretend she's not  staring at an ethereal copy of my pounding Zee's big sexy ass.

Unfortunately  she wasn't the only one Zee was using her illusions on. My sex elf  sweetie had been horny pretty much non stop since her upgrade, and had  taken to using lewd imagery of the things she wanted to do to me or have  me do to her to tease me consistently. Given the blushing and staring  Dreamer was doing I was guessing I played a starring role in the naughty  productions she was putting on for the goddess too.

For  her part Dreamer was being surprisingly strong willed about all of  this. She was obviously very interested in us both but she just focused  on training Zee and did her best not to give any sign of her rising  horniness. She was marginally successful, though I sometimes found her  staring at my lap or Zee's ass when she thought no one was looking. When  she looked at me she would blush beet red, implying that my girlfriend  had included my unreasonably large cock in the illusion. I was guessing  even the other New Gods weren't packing heat like I was.

Artemis  and Wally for their part, were completely unaware of all of this  interplay, though to be fair, I think Artemis might have noticed  something if she wasn't so caught up with making weapons. We'd managed  to get the process of making legendaries down to basically a science, so  we didn't have to be on hand to make them, she could make blanks and we  could add the power to them later. Still, she was a smithing machine,  and the quality seemed to get better and better with every piece of  gear. I was damn lucky my daily points had upgraded so much because I  was certainly burning them fast.

Of  course the constant sex with Zee was keeping me topped up too, she  basically took every possible opportunity to fuck. If she wasn't trying  to seduce dreamer, training, crafting, or spending time with our  friends, she was bare ass naked and ready for me. I couldn't say that I  didn't enjoy that part. She'd also made it a point to try to fuck me in  semi public places where she knew Dreamer might wander by, and I had to  admit that Dreamer's aura hadn't exactly been uninterested when she  caught Zee with me balls deep in her throat. Admittedly seeing my tiny  four foot eleven sex elf swallow more than a foot of cock looking like a  magic trick in and of itself so I could understand the staring, but she  seemed pretty into it.

But  my biggest surprise was when she caught me training and offered to  spar. I'd been defending from attacks from my clones with the blade, and  she'd spotted me. After watching a while she cut in with a soft throat  clearing noise. I'd dismissed the clones, mostly because they were  horribly inefficient for training anyway and only managed a slash or two  before they vanished from energy use, plus they couldn't take hits at  all. Still I was flattered she was so interested. "That's a very unique  style. I know something of the blade myself, would you be open to  sparring?"

I  was, of course. Though when she took off that cute pink mantle it was  hard not to stare at her frankly enormous tits even when she had a live  steel blade out. I forced my gaze to her face, and when I noticed her  noticing me I flushed a bit. "Sorry. Didn't mean to stare. You're very  beautiful." She giggled at that, but took up a combat stance and nodded  for me to do the same. She clearly wasn't planning on holding back.

Still  she was smiling. "I thank you for the compliment. As for the stares  think nothing of it. Though, I suggest you keep your focus fixed on my  blade, as wonderful as you may find my breasts I doubt you want them to  be your last sight in this life." With that, she attacked. Her blade  licked out at my throat, genuinely going for blood. I admit, despite the  warning I stopped to watch the titties bounce. Thankfully my reflexes  saved me, combining with my absurd flexibility and my speed to allow me  to react at the last second.

I  was pretty sure she would have stopped before she actually slit my  throat, but still she was going hard and I could respect that. With my  Vitality I wasn't in any real danger from sparring, but she was strong  and fast and I realized this would be an actual challenge. I attacked  back. Nothing crazy, just a quick lick of my blade to test her reaction  times and get a good idea of her style. Her defense was damn good,  clearly she was experienced as hell. Every casual flick of my blade was  neatly parried or deflected.

Dreamers  style of sword mastery was odd. Lots of feints and subterfuge, as you  would expect of an illusionist, but she had this weird discordant way of  shifting her body so her stance implied she would be attacking one way  when she was actually attacking another. It was used interspersed with  normal attacks and it made her unpredictable and difficult to deal with.  Plus she was genuinely stronger than I was. My strength was a hundred,  I'd put Dreamers at about one fifty, and her dexterity at probably one  eighty, significantly higher than mine.

The  only reason I could keep up was my reaction speed, which, being triple  that of a normal person allowed me to somewhat offset the advantage she  naturally had in speed. Other than that Myrina's combat style let me  fully utilize my own speed at top form. All in all we were shockingly  well matched, and when I started abusing my flexibility and ghostly body  shifting she adapted by starting to mix illusions into her already  deceptive and confusing fighting style, which was an actual fucking  nightmare to fight against.

I  got stabbed about thirty times during that sparring match, and it  fucking sucked, though I admit that her glistening bouncing sweater  puppies were definitely a contributor. About halfway through she  stripped off her shirt, leaving her in only a very low cut sports bra  type thing I hadn't even been able to tell she was wearing, and I was  distracted all over again by her toned stomach. I adapted again though,  like I had the first time, and after maybe an hour of combat I was  starting to get the hang of fighting her.

Dreamer  for her part was glowing. Not literally, at least not in the normal  spectrum, but her aura was blazing with joy and exhilaration. I got the  impression she wasn't able to fight on the front lines without backup  too often. I expected her to start getting tired, but as we went she  seemed to be more energized and excited. I'd used my sending stone to  let Zatanna know about the match, mostly because I knew she wouldn't  want to miss seeing what Dreamer could do, plus bouncing around with her  shirt off, and she came by to watch the second half of the battle.

She  didn't bother to be subtle about it either, leaning against the wall  and watching us spar hungrily. I was almost positive that she was going  to actively proposition the New God after this was over, and honestly  after getting so worked up I wasn't against the idea. I was pretty sure  Dreamer wanted to be the meat in a Zee and Morgan sandwich as bad as we  wanted her. New Genesis seemed pretty open about relationships, both  casual and serious, and it was obvious she found us attractive, plus she  seemed to be unattached.

It  became even more obvious to me when she noticed Zee was there and  started showing off a bit. Putting some extra bounce in her combat  style, a bit of extra flourishes when she struck. Nothing huge or  obvious but she was clearly strutting her stuff for us and I had to say  she was doing an excellent job. She kept it fairly subtle to start with,  at least until one of my slashes got in close and she purposefully let  it graze her back, splitting her bra and letting her massive jiggling  tits bounce free.

I  admit. I got stabbed then. Just a bit, and I recovered quick, but bare  bouncing goddess titties were distracting as all hell and Dreamers were  fucking grade A perfect. Gorgeous almost weightless olive breasts with  gorgeous dark pink nipples around the size of a soda can. I backed up,  completely unable to focus and not wanting to get stabbed again. Dreamer  smirked a bit as I stared. She raised an eyebrow. "You've been so  focused on them I thought maybe the two of you would like to get a  better look."

She  turned to wink at Zee, who licked her lips hungrily. My girlfriend  swallowed. "Come here." Dreamer looked a bit surprised, and a tad shy  all of the sudden, but she obeyed. The demure goddess walked over to  Zatanna, standing in front of the shorter girl nervously. I expected Zee  to grope her or something, but she didn't. She grinned up at the other  woman. "What were you expecting to happen when you showed us those." Her  tone was demanding, making it clear that she expected her answer  immediately. It was unbelievably hot.

Dreamer  flushed. "I...I was hoping we could enjoy each others bodies. The two  of you have made your interest clear, and you're both very attractive.  You are a beautiful woman, and if your illusions are anything to go by  your lover is an impressive man in many regards. I...I haven't taken a  lover in quite a while. My friends and I are close, but sex complicates  matters so I try to look for men or women outside the team. I find your  desire for me flattering and arousing. Do you not...wish to bed me?"

Zee  giggled. "Honey, I haven't wished for much else since I first saw you.  I've been milking poor Morgan dry trying to deal with my frustrations."  That was an exaggeration, but she'd definitely been in a mood. I thought  it was her new divinity but apparently she just really wanted to fuck  Dreamer. Which was fair. Zee finally reached up to grab a handful of  gorgeous breast, causing Dreamer to moan. "The question is, how do you  want us to fuck you? Because I have my own ideas of how I'd love this to  go, but we want you to enjoy your time with us. So how should we treat  you during sex?"

Dreamer  gave a shuddering breath as Zee groped her, playing with the taller  woman's nipple as she waited for her answer. She swallowed hard, and  when she spoke her voice came out in a raspy moan. "Yours." Zee groped  her harder, making an inquisitive sound so as to make it clear she  wanted the girl to repeat herself. Dreamer moaned louder. "Yours! Treat  me like I'm yours....mistress." I grinned even as Zee did. Damn did my  girl call it. Pretty little Dreamer was subby as fuck. Zee's smile was  predatory as she forced Dreamer to her knees. This was going to be so  much fun.