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Harem Heroines	By : WIRProductions Category: DC Verse Comics > Wonder Woman Views: 132369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Ven’s body slammed against the mats in the mansion’s training room. He grunted, slowly getting back to his feet. Blood streamed out of his mouth, and bruises covered all over his exposed skin. Heavy breathing gave away how tired he felt. He tried to keep his hands up to guard himself but they felt like lead.
“Not taking it easy on me, are you?” he asked.
“Never,” Donna said, flying forward.
Ven dodged the first swing, only to be caught by the second. It struck deep into his stomach, making the man cough up blood and gag, crumpling over onto the ground. Donna swiftly kicked the same spot again. She lined up another kick, and just before contact, a buzzer rang out, stopping her immediately.
Bending over, the harsh, warrior façade on her face switched to a pleasant, caring smile.
“Thirty seconds of offence. Best performance yet,” she commented.
“My gut feels like it ruptured,” he admitted.
“You’ll get stronger, my love.”
She felt up the tender spot, rubbing it sensually, making him forget about the pain. They were dressed in generic sports clothing, sweating heavily.
“This war business won’t be a joke. I don’t want you to go easy on me during training, Donna.”
“Never, but why don’t you want some of the other girls to train you?”
He winced at the pain, taking a deep breath before answering.
“Remember when we first met? You complained a lot about your life on the island, how she got the best training and you were left with the B-team Amazons. Call it a gift. I only want you to train me the basics so someone else won’t be taking an important part of your life away again. I’m not a warrior yet, we both know that. Why give Diana, Jill, or Kara the honor of training me to be one, and have another opportunity taken from you?”
“Just because you’re a smooth talker, doesn’t mean I won’t beat the shit out of you during training,” she smiled.
Before Ven could reply, the buzzer sounded again. Donna hooked a leg and flipped Ven onto his back with ease.
He grabbed at her leg, hoping to trip her up onto the mat. Instead, she kicked him up in the air, and clotheslined him back to the mat in one swift, fluid motion. He groaned in pain on impact, but still had the awareness to roll out of the next strike.
They had already been sparring the better part of an hour. Most of it involved him getting the shit beat out of him. Even when one punch landed it did little damage. His offensive strength was still too weak though. Through their training together, the couple learned one important aspect of his demigod powers, they were not linear. They assumed each aspect of his being would evolve at a constant, equal rate to each other. Ven could take a punch but he couldn’t throw one back. They didn’t understand it. After their first, previous session, Ven had Oracle do tests to determine and understand his powers. So many secrets were kept from him, a weapon without the instruction manual.
Donna grabbed his hand, folding it back into a painful hammerlock. Ven immediately tapped out. The final buzzer sounded, bringing the day’s training to a finish.
“I know one thing, Donna; I can take a beating with the best of them.”
The joke caused them both to laugh. Donna resumed stroking the spots she tenderized.
“I’ll be your sword and you can be my shield,” she spoke softly, nestling her cheek against his.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Oracle’s voice called out from the PA system inside the room. “I’ve got the data collected. Who would like to see it first?”
“You go, Donna. I need to clean up before negotiating with our spy.”
They kissed, passionately, for a long few seconds. Donna walked off with a saucy strut, giving Ven the perfect inspiration to work harder.
“Remember the prize for winning a round, my King,” she called out.
Donna walked to Oracle’s laboratory, seeing the broken superheroine not look so broken anymore. She tried standing for a moment before sitting back down, practicing on her special wheelchair.
“So what is the good news, Oracle?” Donna asked.
“Confounding is what it is,” Oracle huffed in frustration. “My analysis has come back inconclusive.”
“You called to tell us it was inconclusive?”
“Yeah, I figured you’d want it said in person than piped through the PA system.”
“Please tell me there was more to it than just that?” Donna replied, arms crossed and annoyed.
“Diana is a lot more chill. Why are you always so serious?”
“Because I’m not Diana, Oracle, we should know this by now.”
“I can keep video records of everything done in the mansion for later research but modern science is clueless on how his abilities work. I’ve ran them through any and all kinds of tests I can think of, and even did tests that would make no logical sense just for fun, and zippo. His sperm doesn’t even come up as having addictive qualities. He is just a normal, buff, human male, who needs to eat a few more veggies,” Oracle explained. “I can keep running more tests but I did the same tests on me and I got the same results. All it came out saying is my spine problem has been corrected. All the effects I personally feel are not coming out on any of the scans or tests. They simply are and assumed normal.”
“A lot of trial and error then,” Donna replied, stroking her chin as she fell deep in thought. “You said modern science. Nothing came up that would say how to turn him off?”
“Nope, one of the first things I tried to analyze. Nothing an enemy can use to find a weak spot and zap him. He is the son of Venus, a demigod out of myth like Hercules, so that is all we have to explain it. No one knows why Zeus can throw lightning bolts, he just does. Master is just a cum fountain that makes us better. End of story.”
“Fine, but you’re still not done. Keep tinkering and having fun with the samples. Weaponize them better, turn his sperm into a medicine, some kind of pick-me-up, make it into a new and improved mayonnaise, anything so we have every little advantage before our enemy eventually shows their ugly head.”
“I’m five steps ahead of you, Donna. You do remember who you’re talking to? Go get laid and relax. Your husband is a sex god but you’re as frigid as an ice queen.”
“I get my fill of sex when I need it. It is my warrior’s instincts. I don’t like waiting for battle like this, not knowing when the enemy will strike. We don’t know who they will be. We already took Hera’s champion but who we don’t have a clue is who Aphrodite will select,” Donna said.
“Okay, okay, I get it. You can go tell Master what I said, and have him fuck you some more. Oh yeah, see the cabinet over there near the exit? Top drawer, grab the file, newest intel.”
Oracle lived in her laboratory now, although calling it a laboratory would sound like a misnomer. It was like her own version of the Batcave, just more high-tech and sleek, and had all she needed for both scientific and non-scientific research.
Donna left, taking the file with her. She could not admit to Oracle that she had doubts over her King’s readiness for battle. Practice was just that, practice, and their enemy would show zero mercy. The weight of responsibility for being both a sword and shield felt heavy on her shoulders, as much as the crown she wore.
X
Down in the dungeon, Ada sat on the floor, bored out of her skull. Nothing to do, no one to talk to, and the sound of consistent dripping water made time stand still.
“No key holes, nothing in arms reach, and my cellmate disappeared. Great spot you’re in now, Ada,” she spoke aloud. “How am I going to get out of this mess?”
Steps clicking on the hard stone suddenly broke up the monotony.
“Already dinner time?” Ada asked, staring up at the ceiling.
“You’ve been requested by the Master,” a familiar voice said.
Ada looked up, seeing Claire in a kinky maid outfit.
“Tell him I’m busy rearranging my shoe closet.”
Claire pointed a remote at the ankle locks. They popped open with a hum.
“Master wants to see you,” Claire said again.
“You’re going to force me, Redfield? You’re not Jill. I’m not into being his yellow fever cure, so leave me be.”
Ada ignored her, but not for long, as Claire walked over and lifted the Chinese spy up with one arm. Even with the demonstration of freak strength, Ada pounced on the opportunity to kick out at Claire. The heel of her foot smacked the girl across the chin. Ada fell loose, and rolled out of harm’s way.
“They pumping you full of steroids?” she asked, sizing up the situation.
“I got a blessing. Why waste it?” Claire responded.
“I can guess how you got that blessing. Hope you showed him a good time, but I don’t double-date,” Ada said.
She sprinted forward and feinted an attack. Once Claire bit, she pivoted and vaulted above her to land near the door. Ada ran up the staircase. Light shone through the open door, giving the spy the faint hope of egress. But with one step through the doorway, her body smashed hard against the marble floor. Jill, hidden out of sight to the side, clotheslined Ada into hell. The spy saw stars, disoriented, and no doubt concussed from her skull cracking against the tile.
“Claire said you’ve got an appointment. It’d be rude to show up late,” Jill commented, lifting Ada up.
“Fuck…where did…you…come from?” Ada slurred out.
“I’m not the dumb trick you like to think I am, Ada.”
Jill roughly escorted Ada to Ven’s meeting room inside the compound. Despite her concussion, Ada still looked around in all directions, soaking up every bit of intel possible to achieve a better result during the next escape.
“Nice outfit. It the 90s again?” Ada asked, still woozy.
“Master likes me in a police uniform, and I’m happy to oblige him.”
“I’m sure he does. He into playing cops and robbers? Cuff him up to the bedpost and tell him he is a bad boy?” Ada said, playing the psychological game.
Jill squeezed Ada’s arm, twisting it enough to inform the spy to shut up, and that she too got the same blessing Claire received.
Inside the office, it looked exactly like any other office would look. Painfully corporate, except for a weird shrine nestled in a corner of the room. She couldn’t tell what it worshipped; just it stood out like a sore thumb and the deity badly needed some sun.
“I brought her as ordered, Master,” Jill said, pushing Ada forward.
“Wait outside, Jill.”
She smiled and left. Ven looked out the window into the backyard. Beautiful flowers grew, and the sun kissed two warriors practicing swordplay.
“Miss Ada Wong, super spy extraordinaire. Not bad making it all the way here on your own, circumventing our security, making it to my bedroom door, and even escaping my wife for a brief moment.”
“You’re married to the jetliner? Who are you people? Umbrella agents? Rouge Umbrella agents? I’ve seen some sick shit but not supersonic flight yet.”
“Come now, Miss Wong, you should know we’re not in your universe anymore. This is Earth but not your Earth.”
“And just where exactly is my Earth? How do I get back to it?”
“I honestly have no clue. I didn’t start all of this. I only know about it. All the vortexes, all the people warped into my world, I don’t control it. It just happens.”
“Great,” she replied, sarcastically.
“I took you for the enterprising sort, Miss Wong, new world, new opportunities for a woman of your talents and abilities.”
“I’m not a whore.”
“I don’t want you to be a whore. Do I look like a man who likes to share with other men? Besides, I need you for your spy ability more than the hole between your legs.”
“You got a jetliner for a girlfriend and can mind control all the other girls, what do you need me for?” Ada asked, drawing out the length of the conversation.
“My wife is many things, but a shadow she is not. We’re in the middle of a war, Miss Wong. I need talented operatives. I need girls of many talents in my organization. Now, if you would rather live in the basement until the end of eternity that is fine by me. If you’d like to do what you do best, then take a seat and we’ll talk shop.”
He turned to her from the window, smiling warmly. Despite the long speeches, his tone never aired in the vein of the generic, evil maniac. Ada didn’t buy the good guy act, but an opportunity not to be stuck in the boring basement would be an opportunity she’d jump on.
She sat down, legs crossed, keeping a professional demeanour.
“And what payment will I receive for my services rendered? A girl needs to buy a new dress.”
Ven kept smiling, and also sat down behind his desk. Leaning back in the expensive office chair, he put his feet up on the desk.
“Wealth beyond measure. All the gadgets you want to play with. Store fronts you can walk into and pick out all the pretty dresses to your heart’s content. What is it you want?” he asked.
“I heard that speech far too many times. I’ve survived too much bullshit to go through it again.”
“So what is it you want?”
“I want my freedom. I’m not a bird to be caged.”
“What kind of freedom?”
“Out of here, out on my own. Can’t a girl get a little privacy these days?” she smirked.
“You can ask but anyone I deem valuable stays with me. I can’t afford to let you go solo but I can meet you halfway. I don’t need you living with me for the work you’re performing. It is inefficient having you leave your post to hustle back here to sleep. I’ll set you up in your own spy studio. You can sleep there daily, use it as your base of operations, but you’ll still be working for me.”
“I do have one important question before I say yes. Why not turn me into a killer doll like you did to Jill and Claire? Surely, it’d be easier to force me to submit.”
“I like you the way you are. It can get boring surrounded by yes women.”
He didn’t give her the real reason. She-Hulk’s non-compliance taught him that his current powers only reached so far. Better to win over some girls through typical means than sperm them up and give away a weakness if they didn’t succumb to his charms.
“Right…what the hell, this isn’t my world. My current contract is null and void. Where do I sign?” Ada said.
“Verbal contract. Give me your pledge of loyalty for as long I choose to employ you.”
“A pledge? I don’t do that nonsense. But fine, a contract is a contract. I’ll stick to the terms.”
“Good enough.”
Ven pushed a button on the desk’s control panel.
“Oracle, Miss Wong has accepted my offer. Please make the proper arrangements for her.”
“Yes, Master, right away,” Oracle replied.
“You can depart tomorrow. You’ll be working directly under Oracle. She’ll give you the missions and you report back to her.”
“So that is it? No jokes, you just need me to be a spy?”
“You don’t look like the ‘please rape me’ type. Forcing you won’t make me hard. When you need a tumble in the hay, I’ll always be here. You’re not allowed to have sexual relations with another man while under my employ.”
“Maybe, but you’ve got the green girl. Have fun with her first. So if we’re done, where can a girl go and freshen up?”
Ven pushed a different button, signalling for Jill to return.
“Jill, Ada accepted our generous offer. Take her to a guest room for the night and then drive her to the outpost in the morning.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And Jill, when she has settled in, come back to see me.”
Jill smiled, knowing what he meant. Ada stood up, following Jill to the guest room.
“How is it being a fucktoy? All you hoped it would be?” Ada asked once they left the office, twisting the knife.
“How is your concussion?” Jill replied.
“You might have gotten a dose of special steroids, Jill, but I’m still smarter. I don’t have to open my legs to get out of this place.”
“You work for us, Ada. I know all about you, remember? Try any double-agent bullshit and I’ll give you a Remington lobotomy, got it.”
Ada scoffed. Back in their world she’d consider that an idle threat but, after feeling Claire of all people lift her up like a doll, she knew to play this straighter.
“A contract is a contract. Just give me a mission and I’m out of all your hairs.”
They walked up the staircase to the guest floor. Jill opened a door and let Ada in.
“Fully stocked. Need anything to eat, pick up the phone and press the food button.”
“Claire mind being turned into a maid? Isn’t that a waste of resources for your boss?” Ada asked.
“Would you suspect the maid could rip your head off?”
“Point taken. I like the décor in here. A girl can get used to this kind of opulence. Shame you can’t appreciate it.”
“I’m not a mindless doll, Ada. Master didn’t strip away my free will with his blessing.”
“Why work for him, other than the mind altering sperm?”
“Same as you. Survival. To find a way home. This isn’t our world. I made the best of a bad situation.”
“I’ll remember that when he wants to rape me.”
“He won’t rape you. He likes you. I have duties to perform. Rest up, and remember, if you betray us I’ll kill you myself.”
Jill shut the door, leaving Ada to stare at her phantom in stony silence.
X
Claire grunted and moaned loudly, slamming her hips back against the large cock. She wore sexy lingerie underneath her maid dress, having stripped the kinky costume off before entering. Her eyes shone brightly, and the hearts beat in her corneas. She suddenly let out a primal groan, feeling her hair tugged on from behind.
“Knot me, Master. I’ve been a good girl for you. I do everything you ask me to, haven’t I?” she asked.
A strong hand reached forward to molest one of her tits, pulling the girl onto his lap.
“To a tee, Claire. You looked hot dressed up as a slutty maid. You know how to make a guy hard. Do you feel your stomach bulge trying to handle the size of my cock?”
She moaned as a response, eyes rolling back into her skull from the pleasure.
“My King has taken a shine to the new girls,” Donna observed, sitting at the front of the desk. “Might make any other wife jealous.”
“They are the ones jealous of you, my Queen. You’re the only one I sleep with at night.”
Donna smiled, turning back to the form she read.
Jill walked in without knocking. She placed the shotgun near the doorway but kept her belt on. With a sexy sway she strutted over to Ven, ready to service his needs. Squatting down, her gloved hands stroked the base of his cock. Claire’s human anatomy couldn’t handle the entire shaft, allowing for teamwork to tame the beast.
“I’ll have Oracle give Ada her new orders. I think these girls will be the best to scope out,” Donna said.
“The space girls? Young blood is always nice. I like the green girl. She is tall for an Asian woman.”
“Speaking of green girls, I saw She-Hulk walking around the gardens earlier this morning. She is slowly turning to your charms,” Donna smiled, licking her lips.
“She’ll be perfect for what I have planned for her.”
“Operation Praetorian?”
“Wouldn’t she make the perfect captain, my Queen?”
“If she can be trusted fully.”
“We’ll put her through some tests when the time comes,” Ven commented. “Have you set up our dates with your friends?”
“Yes, it’ll be soon I hope. Raven is being a moody bitch which kyboshed our original date night. I want them to be there together.”
“The one drawback of the hearts is anyone can see them. Everything can’t be perfect or else it’d get boring. Let me know when you’re ready for the double-date. It turns me on something fierce to think about you making out with your former best friends, a three-way kiss between you, Starfire and Raven. I’m surprised none of them remember me from long ago.”
“Other than Wally, none ever got a chance to see you, only hear about you. I quickly made sure to keep them out of the loop. Kori is a born whore, but what a scandal it’d be if word got around Wonder Girl had a boy toy.”
Ven orgasmed casually during the conversation, feeding Jill and Claire the thick seed they craved and desired. The more they drank, the more powerful they became, and the larger the hearts grew in their eyes.
“Soft or hard,” Ven asked Donna.
“Hard, always hard. Make them your bitches,” Donna smiled, sadistically. “I want you to fuck them unconscious for me, and make them kiss my feet when you’re done.”
“With the number of former friends on your fuckover list, who are we going to recruit for your Praetorian?” Ven asked.
“We’ll find someone, my caring husband. You first. And speaking of you, your two playthings can’t stop draining you dry. Are you going to have any left for me?” Donna asked.
Her tone turned seductive as she leaned over the table to reach out and stroke his cheek.
“No one can drain me dry enough that I wouldn’t be able to fill you full, my Queen.”
He kissed the hand, gently and romantically nipping her fingers. Take away the depravity of their situation and they’d be romantic couple of the year. Some people would consider Donna to be a cuckquean for allowing her husband to fuck women at will but it was the furthest from the truth. Setting aside she didn’t watch and finger herself to his fuckings, he never rubbed it in her face, and he fucked her best out of any of the girls. They called the shots equally. When his powers first awakened, she knew what she’d be getting into and they both accepted the path together.
“Do you have any other women on the list for Operation Praetorian, my Queen?”
Jill and Claire both tried to stick their tongues into his pisshole, wanting every molecule of his cum possible.
“She-Hulk as the captain and these three girls would be top choices to cover all our bases so far.”
Donna handed over a set of files, their pictures live and center on their profile. The first girl had long pinkish-purple hair cascading down her slim body. The second girl had a southern look to her, with a streak of white hair marking her brunette appeal. Girl number three was the Asian mentioned earlier, wearing a kinky sailor uniform, trimmed green, and stood taller above the others.
“I like them all. This girl likes to play with lightning. We won’t have any issues with powering the compound anymore,” Ven commented, reading their bios after a simple glance at their looks.
The girl’s beauty became a secondary pleasure. All the women in his harem were tens, and all would get his cock hard. Others in his position would be clouded by the ability to fuck a hundred different girls and focus on the short-game. The long-game concerned him the most, for even if fucking a hundred women were his sole motivation, losing the long-game meant losing all those great fucks.
Ven grunted uncomfortably, his cock suddenly splitting in two down the base. Where there was one shaft there were now two shafts. Double the pleasure for Jill and Claire as both girls grabbed their own cock to play with and worship. Their slurps were sloppy, filling up the air with the sound of carnal depravity. Both Ven and Donna grew accustomed to the sound which did not cause them to skip a beat during their important discussion.
“Donna, I want you to personally go and recruit the firecracker,” Ven said, holding up the picture of the pink haired girl. “In fact, I’d want you to recruit them all for me. If they are going to be recruited as my personal bodyguard, I want them to have your seal of approval.”
“With pleasure, but I want to know something, my King. What will it take for you to grow a couple more cocks? It is looking like you’re becoming some kind of tentacle monster,” Donna asked.
“It’d definitely help with fucking all of you. One cock vs. a dozen women would take too long and I’d have a mutiny,” Ven joked, placing both of his hands on the girl’s heads, helping them deepthroat him.
Even though his one cock split into two, both kept the same thickness and length, pulsating in power as veins covered them and pumped the cocks full of the blood needed for them to function. Jill sputtered on the cock, moaning, as a thick trail of mouth slop flooded down the base. She looked into his eyes, those hearts flickering intensely, as she tried to take another inch or two down her clogged throat. Claire had no choice in the matter, being held down by Ven’s strength.
“After I’m done with them, my Queen, we’ll get in another training session. After a short rest and a meal, I might be able to last longer than thirty seconds in a round now,” he smiled.
“I’ll train you to be a one man army, my King, so strong you could defeat all the Amazons on Paradise Island single-handedly and fuck them all into submission,” she smiled.
Donna felt good to hear he wanted to train again, although she would always feel an innate need to be his shield. Ever since an incident on one of their first dates, before his awakening, she knew he was the one.
“You better not tire yourself out fucking them too much because I won’t hear any excuses about being worn out,” she smirked.
Ven smiled, ignoring the sounds of orgasmic moans as he casually came down Jill and Claire’s mouths again. They choked and coughed up his semen, forced to swallow too while already deepthroated. A fresh wave of power coursed through their veins. On the outside no one could see it. Nothing changed with their appearance. No new muscles sprouted up but inside they felt it, a floating feeling inside their brain. It also made them need more of his cum, like a junkie for their drug fix.
“I need to go and see how Diana and Kara are doing with their training outside. I’ll see you in the gym soon, my King,” Donna says, blowing him a kiss before getting up to leave.
Now that Donna left the room, Jill and Claire both got up and bent over the desk, asses waving hello to Ven in eager anticipation for something more than a blowbang.
“You’ve got two hands and two cocks. Come and fuck us both like bitches, Master,” Claire purred.
In a flash their pants and underwear were at their ankles, and their pussies were on full display, shiny from having already orgasmed multiple times from their blowjobs and his cum. Ven stood up and looked at what he had to work with. Grabbing Claire by the hips, he pushed her atop of Jill. Anticipating it, Jill had already spun around and spread her legs, allowing for Claire to turn her into a Jill sandwich. The two fiery babes kissed, running their hands all over their bodies, and rubbed in all the excess cum that had cascaded down their bodies.
Now in the proper position, with two cunts grinding against each other, Ven lined up his dual-cocks. Rubbing the glistening, wet, needy pussy lips, his cocks stretched inhumanly to allow him to push into both of them simultaneously. When he had one cock, it had a little bit of bend to it, but now that it has split there was a lot more bend to allow for this unique, kinky, Hentai-esque position.
“Master!” the girls said in unison.
“It feels so thick,” Jill said.
“Go deeper, Master, I want to feel it deeper, please,” Claire asked.
“You two girls are bringing the beast out of me. I don’t understand it but I’m not complaining,” he replied.
Both of his hands were firmly planted on Claire’s hips, focused on fucking her. Each thrust into her tight, fertile womb also had the same affect for the cock fucking Jill below. He had perfect control of both cocks, as if they were two hands. Each thrust hit their wombs, kissing it to make their womanly, maternal instincts kick in. They would not become pregnant anytime soon but the feeling pushed them over the edge. Their eyes rolled into their skulls, tongues hung out as they kissed, and another orgasm shuddering throughout their bodies. Ven didn’t even cum and yet their bodies went into an utter state of ahegao.
“Jill, Claire, I think you girls got tighter since the last time I fucked you together. Fuck, I just fucked you ten minutes ago and you feel tighter since then, Claire,” he grunted, sweating as he slammed non-stop into their pussies for the next couple hours.
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