Divide & Conquer 11

“I can’t believe you made a business call while screwing this delightful engineer,” Revy said with a grunt as she thrust into the near comatose, fuck drunk, and thoroughly creamed Tali.

“I had an idea and wanted to make sure I didn’t forget it,” I said in my defense as I basked in the sensation of lips and tongues along my cock. The orcish waifu and the draenei were both sucking along my length, while Storm suckled on the head. “Besides, consider how much better off our ability to mobilize the North will be when they’re eating better than they have since the Targeryans showed up.”

Revy had a response, but I tuned her out in favor of returning my attention to the three waifus worshiping me. Reluctantly, I pulled them back and asked, “What’re your names and what can you do? Not you Storm,” I chided lightly, while directing her head back to where it belonged. “I already know what you can do. Green, you first.”

“I am Garona Halforcen, I was raised by the warlock Gul’dan to be an assassin for the Shadow Council,” she answered, leaning back to sit on her heels japanese style.

“Right, you’ll be working with Talia to form a spy network, also training Arya in some of the tricks you know. And vice versa. How ‘bout you Blue?”

“My name is Yrel, I am High Exarch of…”

“Exarchs are paladins, right? You can heal with magic?” I asked for clarification. This could be a major break for me, if I was right.

“Yes, but…”

“Wonderful! You, my blue beautiful babe… that sounded better in my head. Point is, you and I are going to be spending a lot of time together and you will be doing a lot of healing!”

“Uh…”

I dismissed Yrel’s concerns, by grabbing one of her horns and pulling her down to give some more attention to my balls. Garona’s pigtails served the same purpose and with a groan, I came into Storm’s mouth. The african weather witch did her best to catch it all, but a few spurts leaked past her lips. She leaned back, scooping up my cum with a pinky and nudging it into her mouth. Even without Sexual Calibration, that would have killed my refractory period faster than a capybara befriends predators.

Reaching down, I hauled my ebony skinned goddess up by her armpits, her legs coming up to straddle my hips. I threaded the fingers of my left hand through her shock white hair, cupping the back of her head, and pulled her down for a searing kiss as my right hand traced the muscles of her back. She met my kiss with equal fervor, her hips grinding in slow, teasing circles against my throbbing cock.

For the first time since I’d made the agreement with The Company, I was using Sexual Calibration to almost frantic effect in holding off cumming. It wasn’t just the fact that I adored the thought of fucking my favorite X-Man, something about the way Ororo carried herself, her body language, the way she projected an aura that had nothing to do with power, mutant or otherwise.

I remember reading somewhere that Cleopatra was described as being of average appearance, yet had a charm that made her considered the most beautiful woman in the ancient world. Given my experiences with modern, “empowered” women, I didn’t believe it. Ororo made me believe it. She was the sort of woman that could be called a Lady and have it actually mean something.

Ororo pulled back, breaking the kiss, panting to catch her breath. My hands drifted down, cupping the firm, toned globes of her ass, and lifting her hips up just enough. Her hand came down, her fingers tracing the veins of my cock as she lined it up with her core. Before she dropped down, letting gravity drive my length into her, our hips giving a wet clapping sound as she took my entire length in one go.

She gasped, and I groaned as her pussy clamped down around my dick. After taking a moment to adjust, she looked down to meet my gaze, before wrapping her arms over my shoulders, asking with a shaky look of coy amusement, “Well, are you going to just sit there?”

Chuckling, I flexed several muscles, making my cock twitch and shift inside her, and also making her bounce on my lap. I busied my hands with massaging the glorious globes in them, all while thrusting up into the chocolate skinned beauty and turning her into a gasping, moaning, puddle of goo.

“Garona, Yrel,” I said through a groan as Ororo tightened up unexpectedly (the mynx) making both waifus perk up. “Give Ororo some attention, there are some parts not being given enough attention.”

“Oh?” Ororo half asked, half moaned. “Oh!”

Garona had immediately gotten to work, burying her face in the human woman’s ass and giving her star a lick, while Yrel walked around and started planting soft kisses along Ororo’s jawline. The combination of sensations, aggressive from Garona, gentle from Yrel, mixed with the stretched out feeling of being impaled on my shaft, served to rapidly bring the woman to climax.

Ororo’s head fell back, as she cried out, her graceful and gorgeous neck on full display. Something that both Yrel and I took full advantage of; kissing, nipping, and sucking on the dark expanse of flesh before us.

As Ororo came down from her high, I let go. My balls clenched, sending a flood of sperm up into the powerful woman’s pussy, painting her insides white as my hands pulled her down. From the feel of it, Garona slipped a finger or two into the ebony ass at the same time, the wriggling digits pressing against my cock through the wall of flesh inside her.

“God dayum, that’s hot,” Revy muttered, staring wide eyed at Ororo. “How long until I can take her for a spin?”

“Ask me again after I’ve had a chance to purchase Fertility Calibration,” I panted in response.

“Master,” Garona spoke up, pulling her fingers from the insensitive Ororo as the half orc stood up. “It has been stated what the role of the draenei and quarian are to be, the smith’s role is obvious. But what are ours?”

I smiled at the orcish assassin as she gestured to herself and Ororo, before answering, “It is quite simple. Revy and I indirectly control a significant amount of land that is producing at less than desirable levels and has a large number of enemies that would see it harm. Ororo will help improve crop production with her ability to control the weather while also teaching me how to properly utilize the upgrade I’ll be purchasing from The Company. You on the other hand, will be working under another of my waifus, one Talia al Ghul, as she creates a spy and information network.

“I don’t doubt your capabilities,” I said before Garona could protest. “But answer me this: how much of your experience has been summarized as ‘here’s your target, go kill them’?”

It took a moment, but Garona nodded, condeeding the point. In straight combat between the two, Garona would win hands down. But while having an assassin would prove quite useful in the future, especially if Arya could teach her the tricks of the Faceless Men that The Company had downloaded into her brain, Garona didn’t have the skillset required to manage an organization. Neither did I, to be honest. I was the blunt instrument sent in to hit things really hard while telling my waifus with less blunt skills what I wanted to achieve.