Spy Games Ch. 18

Guardians of the Galaxy

(Space)

After realizing where I was, I managed to partially calm down. My first thought had been sheer terror. My second thought was that I'd failed and that sucked, but now the Omnipotent version of me would pull me out in short order and I'd be locked away from this universe. Unfortunate, but I could easily move on, satisfied with the effect I'd had on this universe.

Nothing happened as I floated there, waiting. I realized why when an actual planet came into my field of vision. It seemed that I would get no rescue because I had to handle this myself. Despite being freaked the fuck out to finally be in my worst nightmare, I took stock of the situation and realized things could be worse.

My Kemiya armor had been fully charged with natural energy, and was holding back the black abyss around me like the full spacesuit of an astronaut. The problem was that it had a battery life and would eventually run out, as there was no nature for it to draw from in space. The Aether on the other hand was everlasting, given that it was a fragment of infinity. That said, it's melding with me had awakened a hunger to it, giving me a limit before I needed to feed to keep it from weakening my mind and body as it sucked me dry.

Unfortunately, I'd used a vast amount of that limit trying to brute force teleportation, which had put me in this situation in the first place. Still, I had more than enough to orient myself and give a good push that would begin to propel me to the planet I could see in the distance. The blue ball didn't grow at any sort of fast rate, but I didn't dare risk ending up dessicated in space.

I could already feel the power held in my Kemiya Armor dropping… ticking away like a clock in the back of my head.

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1 month since teleport

Turns out that my imagination does have its limits, and even four thousand years of perfectly remembered life experience does not distract one forever. Put simply, space was driving me mad. I'd contemplated a thousand things so far, but most recently I'd been wondering what awaited me on the planet below. Surely the Aether had a reason for launching me however far this was.

You'd think I'd be able to figure this out, but it was like I had all the pieces of the puzzle and just couldn't see how they all fit together. But then, when you're floating in the utter empty black with twinkles and a slowly growing planetoid as your only companions, seeing the smaller picture can be difficult.

I suppose I'd have to see once I landed on the planet, if re-entry didn't tear me apart and leave me buried for all time somewhere on the surface. As it grew bigger, I couldn't help but notice that the color blue I'd attributed to it earlier was the right one. It was oceanic, far more than Earth. I saw no continents, no landmasses to aim for from my current perspective.

Instead, I trusted in the Aether to guide me. I figured if it had a reason to bring me to this point in space, it would also direct me to the correct part of the planet before me. Meanwhile, the "spacesuit" that my Kemiya was doubling as continued to slowly drain of power. And the Aether was beginning to make me hungrier…

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2 months since teleport

Hunger. The word was beginning to define me. Contemplating my memories and things that might happen in the future to take my mind off current matters was becoming harder. Everything I thought of was tinged with red. It was easier to remember my kills, as the Aether latched onto those like a starving man presented with a picture of food.

At some point I found myself replaying feeding sessions and nothing else. I found myself considering how good it would be to just consume and consume and consume until there was nothing left. I barely noticed beyond the new sensation of pain as the nature energy in my Kemiya armor finally failed and I was exposed to hard vacuum.

My blood boiled inside my body but the Aether replenished it as did my natural regeneration. All it did was increase the hunger. The big blue world before me was larger now. Soon, soon I would feed. If allowed, I would consume the world below me.

Soon.

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4 months since teleport

Kill. Feed. Consume. There was nothing but these concepts left in my head as I finally hit the atmosphere of the ocean world. I didn't notice as my Kemiya armor began to burn, its enchantments failing for the first time in millennia as it tried to protect me from re-entry. I wasn't really aware beyond the pain it brought me, as the clothing I'd protected myself with for thousands of years was literally burned off of me, down to the last thread.

My body naked but still relatively intact as I fell through the air, I couldn't do much but open my mouth, tongue and fangs hanging out as I tried to taste for blood instinctively. My powerful senses reach out to search for sustenance but find nothing in the air. A moment after that I hit the water and my body broke on the surface.

The mind wasn't in charge right now and my broken limbs kept me from an attempt at swimming anyways. I sunk into the depths, eventually coming to rest on some sort of rock, literal tons of water keeping me pressed down in my weakened state. My eyes stayed open and stared through the murky water, constantly searching for prey but never finding any for some reason.

Despite my state of mind, even in my feralness I had this plaintive thought; there should be fish right?

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4 months and 1 week since teleport

I wasn't mentally aware enough to connect the dots, but the reason there hadn't been fish was because when I landed, the water was already rapidly receding and the sea life had fled to deeper than I'd managed to fall. Soon enough the water atop me was gone, leaving my body to repair itself with what the Aether had left, and begin looking for things to feed on.

There were small creatures to be grabbed and drained, but they were nothing. Nothing compared to the ravenous appetite that currently consumed me. I would need tens of thousands of these beings to sate my current appetite. As I finished draining another one, I stopped, freezing in place.

… Was that?

If I'd been more coherent, I could have identified the sound as the song Come and Get Your Love by Redbone. Instead, the animalistic side that currently had control identified it as the sound of prey and I was immediately off, moving towards it with considerable speed. When I arrived at the sound, the song was finished and I found a man fiddling with an orb. The importance of this was lost on me as I prepared to pounce on the first meal I'd had in a long time.

Once again I froze in place as my hearing picked up the sounds of others closing in. Multiple pairs of feet were coming fast. I considered taking the man anyways, but even the animal was tactical enough to realize he was a lure that would bring in more if left alive. I watched from above as the first was confronted by three more, two of which leveled weapons at him.

They began to talk, but my hunger could no longer be held back and I targeted the closest source of blood, a man whose head and neck were unarmored that stood behind the two who had their weapons pointed at the first. He couldn't have reacted to me, I was on him and wrenching his head to the side in a moment, my fangs tearing through his flesh with such ferocity that I ended up ripping his head clean off.

I began to feast greedily from the neck stump, only to be forced to react as the two armored fellows attempted to shoot me in retaliation. Dodging their blasts was child's play and tearing off their helmets was even easier. They died as well and I drained all three corpses of every drop of delicious blue blood in less than a minute.

It was good, but I wanted, no needed, more. And the first man, the one with the song, had fled. Moving after him, I found a magnetic trap with several more soldiers on it. I cracked each one open like an egg and consumed them as well while the first being escaped in a ship. Part of me wanted to go after it, but as it broke upper atmosphere I knew that I would have to chase it into space to truly catch it, and I had enough of my mind back to know that wouldn't go well, with my Kemiya armor gone.

I needed a spaceship. As if taunting me, the sound of another launch had me spinning around as the ship that had most likely carried those I had consumed to this world, pushed itself into the atmosphere as fast as it could. It would seem my antics had been spotted, judging by the terror inherent in such a dangerous launch.

Plopping down on my naked ass I looked around at the shredded bodies of those I'd eaten so far and snarled. I needed more but I was back to rodents for the time being.

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Two days later

I didn't have to wait long though. A ship came brazenly down towards the temple within forty eight hours. Now that I was more myself I had a better idea of what was happening. This was Morag, and soon it would fill with water again. This was the start of Guardians of the Galaxy, and the Aether had obviously brought me here for the Power Stone.

The Power Stone which was housed in the orb that I had allowed Peter Quill to escape with in my feral state. Which meant the first man I had killed was Korath the Pursuer. And now, this new ship carried… the Ravagers.

I was proven right as I watched from the shadows. Yondu led his crew into the temple and found nothing. He contacted Peter and they had a tiff. A bounty was set on the human then and there, and as Yondu began to lead his people back to his ship, I put myself between them and it.

They stopped short upon seeing my naked form, Yondu's brow furrowing, "Who the fuck are you supposed to be?"

I consider what I could say here. What quips could I throw out? Perhaps I could even offer Yondu a deal. I come up with nothing, the hunger still controls me, and I can't help but hope that it will finally be quieted if I just slaughter the Ravagers before me. So instead of responding to the man, I just grin, my eyes going pitch black and my rows of fangs coming out to play.

Then, I'm amongst them. I rip and shred and drink and kill, all the while dancing around their weapons and pathetic attempts at defending themselves. At the end of it, Yondu is all that's left. His little whistling weapon has been moving since the start, but no matter how he tries he can't get it to catch up to me. Until I let it, catching it in one hand and turning to look at him.

All around us, his people lay dead. He's trying to hide it, but it's clear he's lost his composure. He's scared. As I step closer to him he stumbles back and actually falls on his behind. Trying to take control of the situation, he raises a hand to ward me off, "Wait! Wait! What do you want? Whatever it is, I can get it for you!"

I stop and stare down at him before looking at myself in a moment of examination. Locking eyes with him again I smile cruelly and initiate compulsion, "I like your clothes. Take them off."

He complies immediately as I use the Aether to eat through his little arrow weapon, breaking it easily enough if the lights going out on it are any indication.

Soon enough he's down to his underwear in front of me, his clothing at a pile to the side. His fists are clenched and so is his jaw as he speaks again, "Happy now?"

I grin toothily, "Yes. I prefer to avoid bloodstains."

A moment later I'm on him, and Yondu Udonta dies just like the rest, as my meal. Only after I'm done draining him dry do I straighten up and realize something now that my head is finally mostly clear… I have no idea how to fly his ship. Bringing my fingertips up, I rub the bridge of my nose and sigh. Might as well start learning.

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A day later

I'm actually making good progress with figuring out the ship's controls. And by good progress, I mean absolutely no progress whatsoever. On the other hand, there's now another ship approaching. Going off of my pre-knowledge, I… actually have no idea who this could be. Leaving the Ravager's ship behind is an easy choice once the smaller craft has landed, now that I'm no longer hungry… mostly, I can probably refrain from devouring whoever this is… maybe.

Nebula comes out of the ship and I pause for a moment in thought. She's not supposed to be here, but given that I'm here now and I killed Korath, it seems pretty obvious that she's here for me. I grin and admire her shapely curves as she moves towards the temple where I left Korath's body. Ah, he must still be transmitting on those tech implants I saw in his head.

I follow after her, waiting until she finally finds him. She crouches down and looks him over, and that's when I reveal myself, "Hello Nebula."

She doesn't jump, but she does whip her head around to take me in, before slowly straightening up from her crouched position, her eyes never leaving mine, "Who are you supposed to be?"

I grin cheekily, pulling slightly on Yondu's trench coat to make sure it was fitting me right. Yes, I'd been serious about wearing the dead Ravager Captain's clothing, "Well, given that I'm the one who killed poor Korath there, I believe you're here for me, yes?"

She doesn't react outright, but my senses note the slightest change in her stance, the tensing of her muscles. She's now taking me much more seriously as she slinks around Korath's body and comes to stand several feet from me, "… Yes. Ronan wants to know exactly what scared the survivors so badly. You will come with me to answer his questions directly, or I shall find out exactly what you're capable of… personally."

From the tone of her voice I know which option she prefers. She's spoiling for a fight. My grin still on my face, I step closer to her, "Let me guess, you were passed over for the mission that promised glory and recognition. Instead, forced to come to this worthless rock on clean up duty."

That gets an emotional response from her, the small smirk growing on her face at the prospect of a fight immediately disappearing to be replaced by a snarl as she draws a baton sheathed in electricity and leaps at me. I'm gone in a moment of course, leaving her to slam her weapon into the ground uselessly, falling to one knee.

Playing with her, I'd moved just fast enough to dodge and spin till I was behind her, cocky grin still on my face as she came at me again. I continued to barely, yet effortlessly dodge her strikes, speaking the entire time, "Rejoice Nebula! You think you've fallen short once more, but this time luck is on your side!"

A few moments after that she stops, not panting, but a slight sheen showing her exertion while I seem absurdly nonchalant. Her eyes narrow as she questions my words, "And what is that supposed to mean?"

I spread my arms wide, "I'm going to make you immortal darling."

She opens her mouth in a scoff, but whatever she may have retorted with is lost as I speed up and close one hand around her throat, the other grabbing the electrified baton without any visible effect. She immediately tries to retaliate, first a kick aimed at the inside of my leg and then an arm bar aimed to break my hold on her neck.

The Aether reacts with barely a thought, blocking both attacks and spreading from my body in several places to latch onto hers and hold it still. She struggles, but there's no way for her to apply force to it as I grin, my eyes pitch black and my fangs in full view now, "You didn't really think I got lucky with Korath did you? I tore off his head and drank his blood from the stump left behind love. He never stood a chance. Neither do you."

She can't answer, my grip on her throat having already crushed it. Even with her neck broken, she's still alive and conscious as I thought she would be. I can even feel it trying to repair itself beneath my grip as she stares at me with impotent wrath. Her anger hides the fear she's beginning to feel quite well. Smiling amicably, I step into her personal space and bring myself inches from her face, "Now then, as I said, we're going to see if I can make you immortal. First though, you have to die."

Her response is to try to head butt me and break my nose, but the Aether is already reacting, grasping the back of her head and pulling it up to expose her lovely neck as I release it and watch it pop back into place despite having been crushed moments before. She doesn't speak though, staring down at me from the position I've forced her into and waiting for her death with what dignity she can muster.

I sigh, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek as I move ever closer, "Unfortunately, you don't seem easily killed so we're going to have to try something new. This is going to hurt."

Grasping her cheeks and chin I force her mouth open and open my own. A moment later the Aether, along with a significant amount of my blood pours out of my mouth and nose and into hers, filling her from head to toe with a very different kind of essence from the one I'm usually putting in pretty females.

Her body spasms in my grasp and she gurgle-screams as I rip her enhancements apart and leave behind only the Aether. Her mechanical arm is literally torn off as I feel her die, the Aether spurting out of the hole the arm leaves behind for a moment before receding. More than enough of my blood circulated through her system before I utterly ravaged it, so at this point the only thing to find out is whether I can turn aliens or not.

Pulling the Aether back from her body and into my own body, I watch with interest as Nebula's corpse falls to the ground in a boneless heap. With a plop, I settle myself down on a nearby rock and wait patiently. While I wait, I consider the fact that I probably should have tried compulsion first to see if it would work on aliens. If this didn't work and she stayed dead, I'd be stuck here again trying to figure out how to fly a spaceship alone.

It was obvious that my impulse control was still shot to hell. Still, my impetuous actions did not end up biting me in the ass here. Eventually, Nebula came back to life with a gasp and then immediately began screaming in pain again as she began to slowly heal. Flashing over to her, I forced her to drink more of my blood and it finished the transition, causing her healing to speed up rapidly as I activated the Aether within her to empower her regeneration.

A minute later, she's slowly standing up, staring at her hands as she closes them into fists and then reopens them in wonder. Turning to look at me, I see awe in her eyes. Suddenly, she's groveling before me, on her knees with her forehead touching the dirt as she prostrates herself, "Master… what would you have of me?"

A wide smile grows on my face as I crouch before her and pull her up so that I can look into her eyes. My hands caress her face as I look her over, "You are quite the beauty aren't you? What would I have of you? In the short term, you will fly me away from this world and together we will thwart Ronan's plans and most likely kill him. In the long term, I will have everything from you my beautiful pet."

By the end of my words she's already nuzzling one of my hands. This draws a chuckle as I pull away and stand, gesturing for her to do the same, "Now then, I think we're quite done on this world. Take me to your craft and we'll see if it's any better than the Ravagers'."

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We ended up using an M-ship from the Ravagers much like the Milano I remembered Peter Quill flying in the movie. The large Ravager ship wasn't meant for a crew of two let alone one, and the ship Nebula had come to Morag on was a Necrocraft. Those things were small and altogether disgusting. So here we were in the M-ship I'd liked the look of best. It had a nice paint job.

Nebula had no trouble flying it beautifully, while I settled into the Captain's chair and spent our ascent into space trying to ignore where we were going. To that end, I memorizing Nebula's actions so I can hopefully fly this ship myself in the future if need be. Eventually though we were off the planet and Nova turned to me, "Master, where will we go?"

I blink and bring my gaze from her hands to her face as I answer her, "I assume you know how to get to the mining colony Knowhere?"

She nods and a few moments later we're on course for the decaying head of a Celestial. Once the ship is basically on auto pilot she pulls herself out of her seat and makes her way over to me, her hips swaying seductively as she comes to a stop before me and kneels so she can rest her head on my lap.

"Master… you are in distress."

My face is blank as I run a hand over her bald head, petting her softly and actually finding it calming. After a few seconds of silent she speaks again, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Her subservient tone is what finally makes me smile as I look down at her and she looks up at me. My desire must be obvious, as she reaches up to undo my pants, pulling my cock free of the confines of my stolen clothing and running her tongue along its length. She's trained well and my mind is soon taken off of just how close I am to the utter abyss as she skillfully brings me to a full erection.

As her lips slide over the head of my prick and then down my length, her mouth taking inch after inch into it, I let my head fall back and a groan slip from my lips. My hand comes to rest on her head as I guide her up and down my pole, the combination of submissive obedience and skilled tongue doing wonders to bring me towards completion.

A few minutes later I grunt and fill her mouth with cum, a bit dribbling out from between her lips onto her chin. I release her head and she pulls her lips off of my cock with a gasp. Smiling seductively, she licks up the bit of my seed that didn't make it into her mouth and looks up at me, "You're much calmer now Master."

I chuckle, "I am. But we're far from done. Strip and come here."

She does so in record time and I spin her around as she comes within reach, pulling her onto my lap with her back against my chest. Lifting her up, I position my still hard cock and a moment later impale her on it. Moaning, she puts her hands on the armrests to either side of her and begins to bounce herself up and down on my dick.

Meanwhile, my hands are on her breasts as I sink my fangs into her neck and drink deeply from my immortal blue fucktoy. She was just what I needed to keep my mind off of the fact that we were hurtling through space right now. I just hoped that the strong female assassin wasn't completely stripped away by my rather powerful mind control. I would have to arrange for tests to ensure Nebula was still capable of being more than a wanton slut. For now though, her obedience and her body were all I wanted.

Everything else I desired, including the Power Stone that the Aether had clearly dragged me across the galaxy to retrieve, would come in time.

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