This is Where We Fight

"Oh gods!" Hippolyta moaned as I sunk into her again and again from behind while gripping those wide Greek cheeks like my life depended on them, "You're like Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades all in one glorious man!

I'll take that in the sexual content it is given rather than a literal comparison of our characters. I've done some reprehensible stuff during my life, but at least I have some kind of guiding ethos beyond megalomania; a light at the end of the tunnel.

Speaking of the end of the tunnel, a sudden clamping capable of crushing cast iron pipe wrangled out my finish deep inside the Queen of the Amazons, and my mind filled with the image of a boy I'd need to pick up in forty weeks.

Damn Tenth Metal and its spoilers.

Hippolyta pulled herself off my cock and I could tell she'd had enough meaning it was time to make tracks. The All-Black got me dressed and I appeared at home in time for breakfast. Sea bass, urchin, scallops, caviar, and sea grapes - a type of seaweed that form clusters of bubble-like leaves.

I'd had another vision such as the last with Atlanta weeks ago, this time twin boys. The more time I spent around the growing babies, the more visions came, pressing upon me the need to guide these children as thoroughly as I did Cassiopeia. Princes of a vast empire with near almighty power rarely turn out well, and fictionally they tend to only be the good guys if daddy dearest gets killed by some form of baddy that takes over his kingdom and imprisons his mom. And I have two of those coming up. Plus my very own Jon Snow.

That'll be fun.

Not that I expected Atlanta to pull A Cat Tully, considering my solid bromance with her own bastard son. Arthur and I were kinda like Will Farrell and John C. Reilly after they discovered their favorite dinosaur was velociraptor for both. Prestige Worldwide.

I sat across from Atlanta and smiled at the companionable silence. Pausing as I reached to take up some urchin, my head started to bob to a beat only I could hear. All across the world my influence spread, especially in locations of incredible poverty such as Bolivia and the Congo. The proselytizing of my preachers formed an almost hypnotic music born aloft on the sweet perfume of rising faith.

The smile on my face widened.

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MID CHAPTER TIME SKIP~!

I felt the uplifting fog of faith fade away due to the raw distance between me and the Earth. For the first time in years I operated without that high, and my grievance played out on the faces of Cassiopeia and Calliope as well.

We'd been called on to mediate a peace summit between the New Gods of New Genesis and the New Gods of Apokolips. Something requested by Darkseid and approved by High Father. It didn't take a genius to smell the plot, but I was fine with allowing Darkseid to proceed.

After all, any trouble he stirs up will serve as a rallying cry for my growing faith, and if this is what I suspect, then what a rallying cry it will be.

We met on a luxury resort space station, the kind even I could admire. The hosting species was represented by their Queen, Maxima. The Almeracians like so many other fictional species resemble humans, but not the body positivity kind. The Almeracians willing subjected themselves to a brutal eugenics program similar to the Viltrumites, but not quite as extreme as a planet wide purge. Males fought in gladiatorial contests for the rights to breed with the females who dominated the society.

Another example of the oppressive Matriarchy forcing males to compete in dominance games to prove their worth as breeding materials.

Maxima herself proved without a doubt that eugenics does a body good as she stood over six feet tall toned tightly yet with curves to set a man to simpery. Long red hair in thick ringlets down her strong back. The kinda lips meant for saying 'More Daddy!'

Steely, forthcoming, and elitist Maxima's giddiness nearly over road her composure. The woman looking for a xeno spouse to father her children after her disappointment in the showings of the Almeracian males found herself hosting a conclave containing the most powerful males in the multiverse. She would throw herself at the attendees starting with the rumored god who defeated Darkseid.

Me, if you forgot.

"Come to my chambers after the opening ceremony." I growled at the woman who practically dehydrated from the responsive flooding of her genitals.

Her attendant nearly spoke up and received a shaky hand over her mouth for it from the Queen.

"It is an honor to host the Outer Gods for this summit." The woman rasped and took a moment to clear her throat and lick her lips, "I am Queen Maxima of Almerac, and will be by your side as the host for the duration of your stay with us here at the Pleasure Spire."

"And for long after." I told her as her hairless pussy engorged with arousal.

Nth Metal for the win with the whole, see the truth of all things bit.

Calliope slid up to the attendant and threw an arm over her shoulders as Maxima linked her arm through mine.

"Don't worry, doll face." the Last Empress cooed, "You won't be lonely while my Granddad fathers the next generation of Blood Royales. I'm going to show you a whole new world of possibility. And perversity."

"Will you require companionship?" Maxima inquired of Cassiopeia who nodded.

"Have a selection of males prepared for my appraisal." she stated with all the imperiousness of a woman whose reign spawned a five thousand year golden age.

We'd done a Nobunaga Oda, Hideyoshi Toyatomi, Ieyasu Tokugawa between me, her, and her son Marius. I broke the eggs, she cooked the omelet, and he ate it.

I didn't pay much attention to the theater play put on by the New Gods in their opening ceremony or the woman quietly dying for them to end. Darkseid had my attention. More importantly the ways he changed in the time between now and our last encounter.

He'd failed to find the way, the truth, and the life of moisturizer and skin care, but his avatar bore considerably more divine power than it had previously, and he donned a suit of power armor much like my own during our fight. I even recognized some of the tech in his suit as Apokolyptian bastardized versions of my own energy absorption systems. Over his shoulder hung a midnight blue hammer with obvious repulsor tech built into the head to serve as a jet engine for his strikes.

High Father also gazed at Darkseid in concern. Peace between them began when he and Darkseid exchanged infant sons, Scot for Orion. Orion grew to love his foster family, Scot did not. Now Scot and his lover Big Barda defected back to New Genesis and peace was not as simple as handing Orion back to his father.

They'd need new terms, new oaths, and the sight of Darkseid in an avatar stronger than ever seen outside of the Fourth World implied hardball at the very least.

Personally, I was happy to see the improvements. If Darkseid came at me for another punch off like the games he plays with Superman I'd end him. This was a message to me more than High Father, though the elder statesman type god didn't know it. Hell, I am pretty sure Darkseid put Scot and Barda on a collision course just to make this meeting happen. A statement.

This is the universe. This is where we fight.