part 2 of chapter 1 - fics I read

All my buttons. My god, she was hitting all my buttons without even trying.

"How do I feel so safe with you when we've only just met?" I asked, my voice shaky and breathy. "Yes. Guide me, please.."

She hugged me and then led me through the gym to the showers. She picked me up so I was level with her face and gave me a gentle kiss. When her tongue swiped against my lips, I opened up to let her in. I was moaning in moments as she caressed the inside of my mouth. My arousal was insistent, throbbing and aching when we came up for air and she set me down.

"Diana. God."

"I'll start the water to wash away your...emissions," she said huskily. "Get undressed and I'll do the same when the water's ready."

I swear I've never gotten naked faster in my life. Damn near tripped and fell getting my shoes and socks off, never mind my pants and underwear. In the end, I was fully exposed when she stepped out of the shower stall and divested herself of her own garments. Thank you, Tara, for curing my ED so I can appreciate the sight in front of me.

By the time she stood with that perfect ass pointed at me, her legs close together as she bent at the waist to pull her shorts down and show that she wore no panties under them, I was less than a minute away from a spontaneous orgasm. Had Tara turned me into a teenager again rather than a twenty-five year old? She turned around and I groaned, mesmerized.

"You're close," she said, glancing at my obvious arousal.

"You're breathtaking," I shivered.

"Let's make sure you can concentrate on the healing," she teased as she closed the distance between us and knelt down in front of me. Grasping my shaft, she leaned forward and took my tip into her mouth. One, maybe two flutters of her tongue along my cockslit was all it took to undo me. I have no idea how many squirts it took before my brain returned to my body. When I did, she was looking up at me, still between my knees, and I could tell she hadn't swallowed yet. I could also tell what she was planning. For all my issues and insecurities, that wasn't one of them.

Transfixed again by her eyes, I nodded and she slid up my body, breasts pressed firmly against me as she rose. She darted in to kiss me when we were face to face and I opened my mouth to accept her tongue and the cum that was on it, mixed with her saliva. My hands tangled in her hair as I returned the kiss with all the passion I had in me. Putting her hands on my butt, she stood up and carried me into the stall with the running water.

When the kiss finally broke, I slid down her body on wobbly legs, growing erect again as I pressed against her. She clasped me to her, my face in her cleavage, until I could safely stand again.

"Turn around," she commanded with gentle affection, "and close your eyes."

I did so and tried to steady my breathing while I was at it.

"Good. Trust is the first part of loving submission therapy and you've already given me that. We will work well together. Now step back until you're fully pressed against me, your back to my front and allow me to envelop you in my embrace.

"Breathe in and out, deep and slow. Your fears will try to stop you but you are in my arms and I will keep you safe. In, out. Deep, slow. Again and again. Good."

Slowly she talked me into a state of complete calmness and utter surrender, forging a metaphysical connection between us that I would have thought scientifically impossible before Tara's visit last night. She took my cock in her right hand while holding me to her with her left and encouraged my surrender, my submission, which I freely gave. Her touch drew five orgasms out of me in the next half-hour (That many, that quickly. Either Tara really had rewired me or it was one of the gifts Aphrodite gave Diana.) and with each one she fed me affection, kindness and light through our connection. Each time it either drew out some of the emotional poison I'd injected into myself over the decades or filled in a crack gouged when I'd dragged my walls into place.

In the end, I was shaking with barely-dry tear tracks on my face from having confronted and overcome some of my issues with her help. She turned me around and blew lightly across my face, making the tracks disappear as if they'd never been there and clearing the redness from my eyes. "Thank you," I whispered.

"Save a place for me on your ship. The League wants to send a liaison to join you on your journeys and I can't get free of my day job just yet, but by the time you come back I won't have a civilian life to keep me from joining you."

My heart leapt at her words. "I promise."

Bear Sandosen

The tours lasted about an hour, before gradually everyone reconvened in the satellite's mess hall. Won… Diana and I were the last ones to arrive, and I was pleasantly surprised to see how much mingling was going on. Except for Nikhol, who was practically hiding in a dark corner, eyes keeping careful note of where everyone else was in the room, everyone was interacting with someone from the other group. Though the way that Harley bounced from Firestorm to Batman had me a little concerned.

Cameron was still with Red Tornado, talking about something while she gestured towards a plate with half a quesadilla on it. Taylor and Lisa were sharing a table with Green Arrow, Zatanna, Black Canary, and Flash. Superman and Batman were both discussing something with Supergirl, and Lana was deep in conversation with Atom and Elongated Man.

Diana showed me how the food synthesizer worked, and I immediately took advantage of it to get me some deep dish pizza. I was considering where to sit, when I saw a hand wave me over. Surprised, but not unpleasantly, I made my way over and joined Hawkman and Hawkwoman at their table.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked as I sat down.

"Relax kid, this isn't an interview or interrogation," Hawkman said with a smirk.

"Kid? I may not look it but I'm probably older than both of you. If I have a counterpart here, they'd be about ten, eleven years old. It was early 2021 when I got this offer."

Both looked at me in surprise, before shrugging it off. I suppose that someone looking twenty years younger than they should wasn't really all that odd compared to some of the other things the League had seen and done. I was just happy I had my cholesterol back under control. I wouldn't be eating like this every day, that'd result in me being back where I started, but every once in a while I was going to savor pizza like this.

"I know he said it wasn't an interview or interrogation, but do you mind if we ask some questions about your Earth?" Hawkwoman asked, before taking a bite of some kind of deep red stew.

"Sure, provided I get a few questions of my own," I responded.

"Can't promise we'll answer, if it ends up being related to something we're working on. Has your Earth had any contact with other species?" Hawkman asked.

Swallowing the bite of pizza in my mouth, I shook my head, "Unless you count the species that evolved alongside us like neanderthals, no. There's conspiracy theorists that claim the world is being secretly run by reptilian aliens that live on the moon, but other than what the crazies claim, we seem to be alone. No Kryptonians, no Martians, no Tamareans, no Gordanians, no Thanagarians. We've looked, there's even a program all about the search for other intelligent life out there. But so far… nothing."

The two looked at me with surprised expressions, before Hawkman softly said, "That sounds lonely."

"Sometimes, but most of the time we've got enough problems with just other humans. Even without freeze rays, magic, or people that can tie steel beams into pretzels with their bare hands. Just normal, mundane humans. Anyway, my turn for a question, right?"

"Go ahead."

"Unless I'm mistaken the two of you are working at a museum, while the Earth 2 Hawkman and Hawkwoman are field archaeologists. Do you think that's a pure coincidence, or a sign of something more?"

The two paused as they considered my question. After a few moments, Hawkwoman answered, "That's actually something that we've talked about in the past. Thanagar doesn't have as strong a religious presence as Earth does, so a divine hand isn't something that we'd previously given much credence to. Whatever the case, when we found out about our Earth 2 counterparts, it was comforting."

I gave a nod, just as Supergirl sat down across from me, "Bear, right?"

"That's me. What can I do for you?"

"Don't know if you'd been told yet, but it was decided that the League would be more comfortable if one of us went with you. I can quit my day job easiest so Batman and Kal asked me if I'd be up for it. I've been looking for a reason to quit anyway, so I said yes. Give me a week or two, and save a bunk for me on that ship of yours."

Don't pop a boner. Don't pop a boner. Don'tpopaboner! I frantically thought to myself. Distraction, distraction, "What do you do in your day job?"

"Acting. I'm stuck in a contract I want out of, you wouldn't believe how cutthroat the acting field can be."

My mind went to the recent news about Gina Carano's firing, and everything that had come out in the immediate aftermath, "Some of the stuff that'd happened just before I got sent here means that I can believe quite a bit."

"Looks like there's a story there, you'll have to share it once I've managed to get out of my contract. Speaking of acting… you said you're from 2021. That means you know the answer to a question that's been driving me crazy. I can't wait the three years until they tell us: Was Vader lying?"

I blinked, before smothering a laugh. I'd forgotten just how big a reveal the final twist of Empire was when it was released. I could tell her, but considering that Harley had mentioned finding a cache of movies while we were in the shuttle…

"Well, I guess we'll have to have a movie night once you can visit," I told her with a shit eating grin.

"Oh come on!"

"Nope, you'll already be getting spoilers just by seeing it before '83. I'm not going to spoil it any more than that."

She crossed her arms with a huff, both annoyed and amused. I meanwhile did my best to ignore what that did to her cleavage.

"Well I think that went well," I said as Cameron began shutting down the shuttle.

"Indeed," Cameron said.

"No kiddin', it was good seein' Bats again, and the way that Flame-Hair kept blushin' was adorable," Harley chuckled as she stood up and stretched, her back popping as she did so.

There was small talk amongst the group as we debarked from the shuttle onto the ship proper. The meeting with the League had mostly stuck to mingling after that point, though most of the League seemed to be cautious about Nikhol, not that I could blame them given her… religious affiliation.

"Oi, Fuzzy," Harley called getting my attention. She had her arms wrapped around Lisa and Taylor's shoulders, a scheming grin on her face and a blush on theirs, "Gimme fifteen minutes then come to ya cabin. I got something in mind for ya."

As Harley dragged the two girls off, I stared at them with a bemused smile. I don't know if it was getting to know Harley, the fact that I'm back in a younger body, or that I couldn't pull my gaze from the three delightful asses on display as they left, but I had a hunch I knew what she had in mind.

Well, while I waited, I might as well make sure our entertainment library could deliver what I'd promised Supergirl. When I found said library it was… much more extensive than I'd anticipated. Not only did it have all the Star Wars movies (in addition to both seasons of The Mandalorian), but there was every big name franchise and then some going back over forty years. And that was just the movies, without getting into the TV shows, cartoons, books, manga, games, and porn.

I'm sure I spent more than fifteen minutes trying to wrap my head around the entertainment options we had, but I managed to pull myself away and make my way to the Captain's cabin. Nerves were making me sweat as I rode the elevator up to the top of the ship's tower. Finally, the door opened, and as I stepped out, my mouth went dry.

All three had changed, and Harley had somehow found lingerie for them. Hers was red and blue, like what Margot Robbie had worn in the Suicide Squad movie. Lisa was in a light lavender nightie that did nothing to hide how Harley's fingers were teasing her. Taylor was in a deep red set that didn't emphasize her chest. Instead it complimented her slim figure, drawing attention to her legs. Her long, endless, wonderful legs.

It was then, following those perfect legs, that I saw that Harley had certainly been making sure that Taylor was ready to go for tonight. On top of the fact that the panties Taylor was wearing were absolutely soaked, the former henchgirl was slowly pumping two fingers into the girl's core while her thumb held the front of the panties to the side.

"Bout time, was startin' ta think ya'd gotten lost," Harley drawled as her other hand pinched at one of Lisa's nipples.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, and did my best to ignore the fact that my pants were far too tight, "This is certainly a pleasant surprise."

"Stop talkin' and start strippin'. Tanight's 'bout Taytay here," Harley flicked Taylor's button with one of her free fingers, causing her to let out an adorable squeak and shudder.

I had no issues following those commands. Shucking my shirt, followed by my pants, I stepped up to the end of the bed. I could tell how nervous Taylor was, so I decided to give her a bit of a treat, lifting her up by her ass and pulling her to the edge of the bed.

"Lisa," I said as I knelt down, bringing my head level with the confused Taylor's core, "kiss your friend, I think she needs a reminder about how special she is."

"Wha-" was all Taylor managed before Lisa's lips captured hers.

Bringing my face down, I buried myself into Taylor's pussy and drove my tongue as far in as I could, drawing a muffled squeal from her. Smirk on my lips, I devoted myself to the worship of this gorgeous, incredible girl, while Lisa frenched her and Harley began to leave a trail of kisses from just above my head up her body.

I'd just started to circle her hood when I heard Lisa break their kiss, gasping for air. Just as I flicked Taylor's nub, Lisa whispered, "Love you, Taylor."

I thought I was prepared for Taylor's orgasm. I wasn't. In addition to the guttural moan, the thighs clamping down on my head, and the clenched core, Taylor is apparently a squirter. But calling the flood that filled my mouth a squirt is like calling the Mississippi a big river. True, but only in the simplest terms. Regardless, I swallowed down the flood of girlcum as quickly as I could, as Harley circled her tongue around Taylor's nipples.

Finally, Taylor slumped back onto the bed, her legs releasing their death grip and sweat making her hair stick to her forehead. After giving the younger girl a chance to catch her breath, Lisa went back to making out with the brunette. Harley moved onto the other nipple. And I dove right back in. If Taylor still has body issues by the time we're done, we'll just have to try again.

Together, the three of us turned Taylor into a limp pile of goo with another three orgasms. It was after the fourth orgasm that Harley gently pulled my head out from between Taylor's legs.

"I think she's ready fer the main event, Fuzzy," she said with a wicked grin on her sweat soaked face.

Giving her a grin of my own, I shot up and managed to land a kiss on the end of her nose before she managed to pull away. Which earned me a laugh and a slap to the shoulder as I stood up and slid my boxers down, finally freeing my painfully hard member. Gently nudging Lisa aside, Harley slid under Taylor, sitting up so that the younger girl's head rested between her breasts.

"Ya ready sweety?" I managed to hear Harley whisper into Taylor's ear, running her hand through the blissed out girl's hair.

"Yesh… pleash…" Taylor slurred, pleasured grin and unfocused eyes on her face.

"You heard her Fuzzy!"

Chuckling lightly, I took a moment to peel the soaked panties off her, dropping them to the floor where they landed with a wet 'plap'. Gently setting her legs onto either side of my hips, I leaned down and gave Taylor a gentle kiss as I put the head of my rod at her entrance and slowly pushed in.

Slowly, I inched further and further into her, drawing a throaty moan from Taylor before I finally bottomed out. Leaning back, I gave Taylor a chance to adjust, much as I wanted to start thrusting. For her part, Taylor stared down at where we were joined, her right hand drifting down to rest over where she felt me. Her expression sharpened as a look of confusion spread across her face.

"… it doesn't… I thought it was supposed to hurt?" she whispered, causing Harley to chuckle.

"Girl, why d'ya think I made sure ya were wet n' lubed before Fuzzy got here? With the amount a physical activity our lifestyle calls for, there was no way ya still had ya hymen. That's where mosta the pain comes from. Th'rest is from not enough prep work before ya get started," Harley told the blushing Taylor.

"I'm glad I didn't cause you pain," I told Taylor, a warm smile on my face, "that's the exact opposite of a turn on for me."

"Alright, enough mushy stuff," Lisa groused, a hint of pink on her cheeks, "I thought this was supposed to be the main event."

"Don' worry, you'll get your turn," Harley cooed, causing the other blond to splutter, before turning back to look at me. "She ain't wrong though. Gorgeous Taytay here's had enough time t'adjust."

Instead of saying anything, I pulled back. Taylor let out a needy moan as I slid out. Finally, with the head just barely inside her and Taylor's hips making small motions to try to pull me back in, I stopped.

"Lisa," I said, while looking Taylor in the eye, "I think Taylor could use some affection."

"Says the man fucking her," Lisa quipped, but bent down and took a nipple into her mouth all the same.

Ignoring Lisa, I gently pushed back into Taylor. Slowly, until our hips were again flush. Pulling out, I pushed back in, faster.

"God Taylor, you feel amazing," I groaned as Harley leaned down and turned Taylor's head so they could kiss, I picked up speed. Soon, my hips were a veritable blur, and Taylor let out a keening moan as she came again.

That was it for me, my hips drove myself as deep into her as I could, just before I erupted. My seed filled her channel to the point that some spilled out by the time I finally finished. Reaching up, I cupped Taylor's face, my thumb rubbing against her cheek.

"Thank you, for letting me be your first," I told her, causing her to flush scarlet.

"Ya left a bit of a mess," Harley noted, looking down to where I'd pulled out. "Someone should clean 'er up."

Lisa rolled her eyes before sliding down to lap up my seed leaking out of her friend. I climbed up onto the bed, just in time to hear Harley whisper, "Soon, Imma get you alone and glomp ya, Fuzzy."

Bear Sandosen

It was maybe an hour before dinner and I found myself doing something that made me smile every time I did it. Wandering around the decks of the Yamato, luxuriating in the fact that everything I'd been experiencing lately was actually real. Yeah, I'd even done some searching to see if there was a local version of myself here. Sent a stealth drone down when I found out there was so I could see if he was happy. Ten year-old me was having a good summer. Running around the neighborhood, playing with his best friend. I could only send out a wish and a prayer that he would grow up happy and not fuck himself over emotionally like I did.

In the meantime, a movie quote that applied to my current circumstances came to mind. I couldn't help adapting it, I really couldn't.

"We're on a mission from a goddess. There's three days to our next universe. We've got a full tank of gas, half a dozen beautiful women; we're in space and I just bought myself some sunglasses down on Earth. Hit it."

I'm not a very good singer and dancer, but I still let my feet carry me down the hallway, hips and shoulders moving while I sang "Soul Man."

I was halfway to the nearest elevator when WHOOMPF! Shoulder first into the nearest wall I went.

What the fuck?

"Heya, Fuzzy!"

And here I thought the flying glomp was something that only happened in old anime. Which, let me tell you, did not properly prepare me for getting essentially hockey-checked into a wall by a smiling, sexy psychiatrist.

I should probably have said something to her about my now-sore shoulder but, fuck it, I could easily forgive the owner of that smile a little soreness. Especially dressed in her Suicide Squad costume. Ripped T-shirt, barely-there short shorts and fishnet stockings. She'd been watching the movies about herself. I shouldn't have been surprised.

"Hey yourself, gorgeous. Whatcha doing?"

"Huggin' ya," she said, pressing herself fully against my uninjured side.

"Mmm. Your hugs are really special, Harley," I said, giving her my best flirty smile. "Why am I lucky enough to get this one?"

"I needed ta hug ya and ya needed ta be hugged."

Perfectly sound logic like that should be rewarded. So I kissed her. We took turns pulling and nibbling on each other's lips, holding each other in place by our hair. Fuck, this woman could kiss. I let my tongue out to play and she accepted it in her mouth, sucking and licking it. Then she followed suit. By the time we broke for air, one of my hands had slid down to her ass and one of hers was cupping my painfully hard crotch.

"Told ya I'd get ya alone and glomp ya."

"I remember," I said, smiling fondly at her. "Now that you got me, what're you gonna do with me?"

She gave me a salacious smirk and fondled me through my pants, drawing a long, low moan out of me. Leaning in, she suckled and nibbled on my neck, pushing my arousal ever-higher. My eyes rolled back in my head as she worked me over, leaving a mark that would surely last at least a week. Her mouth moved up, taking my earlobe in her teeth and giving it a gentle, erotic tug. Then she fluttered her tongue in my ear like she was going down on Ivy. I'd had strippers do this when they wanted me to buy some extra private dances but, holy shit, none of them had Harley's intensity and pure sensuality.

"Ya like that, doncha? When a woman shows she wants ya and takes control. Wanna suck my tits?" she whispered. "Use yer sex powers to make me cream without touching my cunny and I'll give ya a real nice reward."

How could I resist? Especially when she hiked up her torn shirt to her shoulders, exposing her delectable braless breasts to my hungry gaze. Yeah, I'm a tit man. Always was, always will be.

Spoiler: Harley Topless

I bent down and took one of her perfect boobs into my mouth, luxuriating in its softness and the smoothness of her skin. I squeezed the other, worshipping it with my hand. Pale and perfectly natural, I could easily spend hours on each one. Licking and suckling, I let my pleasure touch powers out to play, needing her to enjoy every second just as I was. Sure, my new abilities could let me take her over the edge in seconds but it wouldn't be nearly as much fun. I'd so much rather we both be able to savor this.

She clutched my head tight against her breast and I moaned. I could spend hours indulging in my boob-lust before sliding down between her legs and really putting my tongue to good use. Sadly, we had less than an hour until dinner so I wouldn't get to do that tonight. Soon, though. Very soon.

I concentrated on bringing her pleasure, both with my mouth and powers, and was rewarded with her sighs and words of encouragement.

"S'good. Don't stop. Gonna fin' way...make milk."

Yeah, that set me off and I went into a frenzy of kissing, licking and suckling, switching from one marvelous mammary to the other and back again. Harley's cries of pleasure increased in intensity and length, matching and surpassing my moans. Soon she was shaking, her legs wobbling as I had to use my hands to keep her upright.

"Fuzzy, YES! Fuuuuuuuuuuuucccccckkkk!" she screamed as her orgasm hit her.

I barely found the mental strength to pull my lips away and lean back, no longer hunching over. I kissed her softly, then hugged her close as she came down from her high. Her bare chest pressed against my shirt-clad one as she snuggled into me and exhaled.

It felt strange to think it but Tara was right. I could love these women. All of them, but Harley… What a woman. It was too soon to actually be love. We'd only had a couple days of knowing each other, after all. But there was something about her. Playful, sexy, sweet, cute and cuddly. What I was feeling just bubbled forth out of my mouth.

"God, I adore you."

I could feel her smiling against my neck as she gave me a kiss on the hickey she'd given me just minutes ago.

"Yer pretty damn sweet, yerself, Fuzzy. If we had more time, I'd toss ya on the floor and ride ya until we both pass out. I'll just have to give ya that reward I promised instead. And don't go tryin' to be humble and refuse. You're getting rewarded and that's all there is to it. You just have to choose the form of your reward."

"Is this a Ghostbusters thing?"

She giggle-snorted and started shaking with laughter. "That's my sweet, goofy Fuzzy. Nah, stud. Just gotta answer a question." She licked the outside of my ear before pressing her lips to it and, I swear she must have learned this from Catwoman, actually purring. "Handjob, blowjob or titjob?"

I swallowed hard and answered in a shaky voice thick with lust. "Titjob."

"Good answer."

She stepped back from me, whipping her shirt all the way off and tossing it onto the floor. I stared unabashedly at her breasts, making note of the multiple love bites and marks I'd left when I was worshiping them. "You are glorious," I told her when I finally managed to lift my gaze back to her eyes.

She did that exaggerated licking of her lips and sexy smirk that she does so well, making me shiver which reminded me that I hadn't had any relief since we started. It was a good thing I could now stay hard after cumming, because I might just pop the second she wrapped her tits around me.

"More for me ta wear under my shirt during dinner," was her response when I told her that. "Can't wait to see which of 'em goes lust-crazy from the smell and yanks it up for a taste." I fucking moaned at the thought and went to unbuckle my belt and pull my pants down, but Harley stopped me and shook a finger in front of my face, saying "Naughty, naughty. I'm the one doing the undressing here."

Dropping to her knees, she somehow managed to yank my pants and boxers down to my ankles without ever touching the belt. Her hungry gaze made my breath hitch.

"Yer cock is perfect, Fuzzy. Right size to make a girl feel good without hurtin' her." She lifted the shaft with her right hand and stroked my balls with the back of her fingers on her left. I moaned. "They're so soft. Smooth. Full."

"They, oh god, won't be full much longer if you keep doing that. I've been hard since we started kissing. Close. God, so close."

She wrapped her tits around my shaft and started an up and down motion that wrecked my mind. Those large, perfect natural breasts moving in a hypnotic rhythm. "Eyes on my eyes, stud. Let it happen. Just feel."

Of course I lost myself in those striking blue eyes of hers. Who wouldn't? Fucking intoxicating. They even managed to delay my first pop from the five seconds I was expecting after all the teasing and play we'd done all the way out to two minutes. For the second time since she glomped me, my eyes rolled back into my head. So good. So damn good. Six, seven squirts into her cleavage. Natural squirts because I'd been so enthralled by her that I forgot I could adjust my output and give her the coating she wanted. It was only then that I realized I'd been humping away in time with her movements and still was.

"Oh, Harley. Don't stop, baby. Wanna give you more."

"Yer jizz has my tits nice and lubed now, Fuzzy. We can really bounce and bang now."

With that, she pressed them together and really started to slam them up and down. I fought to find a thrusting pace that would let me savor the sensation. It was more difficult than I imagined. Being between her beautiful-to-behold, bountiful boobs just felt that good.

Finally our paces synched up and we moved in time. It was everything I'd fantasized about since she was introduced in the cartoons more than half my life ago and then some. We kept this pace while staring into each other's eyes and whispering.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

I was gasping for air. Drowning and exulting in the sensations of my favorite sex act with one of the sexiest women in the entire fucking omniverse. Another orgasm would surely overtake me any moment now and the look on her face told me Harley knew exactly what I was feeling.

"Paint my tits," she cooed. "I want to make the girls crazy when they smell it on me and see it soaking through my shirt. Want 'em to rip it off me and lick me clean."

"As...you...wish."

With a pained grunt, I started cumming, remembering this time to make myself squirt as much as she needed for her plan. I pulled away from her chest so I could direct my shots, but she beat me to it and grasped my shaft. Her gentle strokes made sure my cum went exactly where she wanted it. She took special effort to ensure her areola and nipples held layers of my seed before I let the sensations fade and my emissions went back to normal volume. Taking my cockhead in her mouth, she swallowed my last two shots before reaching back for her shirt and putting it on.

"So fucking sexy, Harley. Wanna ravish you."

"Tonight, stud, yah can pound me through the mattress. Right now, I wanna see how long it takes to start an orgy at the dinner table."

I pulled my pants up, put my arm around her shoulder and we walked towards the nearest elevator. I really, really fucking adore this woman.

The next week was spent making sure that the Yamato was prepared for the journey, and picking where we'd be heading next. There was some debate between us about what world to head to but, in the end, it was decided that with how magic was a major factor in the original Crisis, we'd head to a world where that was their shtick. There were a couple worlds that fit that criteria, but we settled on one that best resembled the Earth we were familiar with. It didn't perfectly match but, from the overview we were given, it was pretty close to a certain set of seven books and eight movies in our media library.

Our nights were spent in the big room, enjoying each other's company. There was a lot of sex, yes, but there was just as much cuddling and sharing personal histories. But more than that, I was able to get a hold on the gifts that Tara had left me with.

For starters, in addition to de-aging me I was now much more able to perform physical activity, beyond just what youth allowed for. Scientific, engineering, and stuff like that just clicked now, whereas before they would have gone right over my head. I still needed to study and exercise, but it's the difference between understanding something after five revisions versus getting it the first time. Most of the other gifts were things meant to protect me, unless I allowed it my mind couldn't be read and my soul was similarly protected. The rest of my abilities were eh… bedroom related. I could turn my fertility on and off (it was currently set to off) and emit pheromones that were an aphrodisiac for pretty much everyone except for me. While I couldn't stop emitting pheromones, I could adjust the amount and set it to as low as I could. There were more, but, well...

True to her word at the meet and greet with the League, Supergirl was free of obligations after a week, and we were on the League's satellite to meet/welcome her aboard.

"Bear," Superman greeted as we walked off the shuttle.

"Superman," I returned as Harley raced past me to wrap Supergirl in a hug.

"I understand that Supergirl is a grown woman, but she's still my cousin. I realize that you'll be without supervision and that some things are… tempting in such cases," was he… "But if she comes back with a story about how you took advantage of her…"

"Are you giving me the shovel talk?" I asked incredulously, before spotting the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Unable to hold it in anymore, he burst into laughter, "You wouldn't believe how long I've wanted to do that. And the look on your face, I get why it's a fatherhood tradition."

"KAL!"

Supergirl managed to wriggle out of Harley's bear hug and flew over to her cousin, hovering so that she was eye level and leveling the Disappointed Female Relative Glare at him.

"Should I share some stories about Argo City? Maybe you'd like to hear about the nightlife and parties when we realized we were fucked? Or maybe I should tell you about my first orgy?" Supergirl all but shouted at her horrified cousin.

I, meanwhile, could only blink in a mix of surprise and confusion. First orgy? What the hell was Kryptonian society like and how much had the comics left out?

"I like her," Nikhol bluntly said, not bothering to lower her voice or be discreet.

"I'm not surprised, my love," Lana said with a chuckle as she walked past us to approach the still furious Supergirl and disturbed Man of Steel.

The goodbyes lasted a while, but within the hour we were on our way back to the Yamato, while I got Supergirl up to speed on our current plans.

"Once we're docked, Cameron will be taking us to the next world we'll be recruiting from. From what the database has told it, it's similar to an urban fantasy book series that, on my Earth anyway, was released in 1997. No aliens or metahumans, but a small percentage of the population are born with the ability to use magic. Those with this ability, who call themselves witches and wizards, form their own society separate from the non-magical population, who they call Muggles.

"We're not precisely sure when we'll arrive, or what the entirety of the differences are, but it'll be a day or two until we breach the dimensional barrier and arrive in orbit. In the meantime, I believe I promised you a movie night."

The squeal and hug were painful, but worth it.

I considered the order to show the movies, and in the end I decided to start with the best of the Disney Era films: Rogue One. From there, we'd watch the Original Trilogy followed by the Prequels. Regardless of what my feelings about the rest of the Disney movies were, it was probably best not to have them play while there were two Sith in the room.

As I expected, K2 was a major hit amongst my fellow Earthlings, though Nikhol and Lana both groaned when they heard about the Death Star. Too similar to many of the more out there ideas come up with by Sith drunk on the Dark Side, was my guess.

To my surprise, the version of A New Hope featured two scenes that weren't in the theatrical or remastered versions: the deleted scene with Luke and Biggs as well as the Death Star Vader versus Obi Wan reimagined fight. It was certainly a pleasant surprise, and I couldn't help but wonder if Tara had done something similar with the other movies in the original trilogy: combining the best elements of the original and remastered cuts.

Turns out, she did. The edits in Empire weren't particularly noteworthy, but the Sarlaac pit prompted a comment from Harley, "Heh, reminds me o' Red. Good times."

That prompted confused looks from most of the other girls, while I couldn't help but picture Harley wrapped up in vines mimicking the countless tentacle hentai. Something that normally creeps me out but didn't this time. Maybe the curiosity about what Harley and Poison Ivy got up to? Not important.

The rest of the movies went by with relatively little fanfare. Supergirl (who gave us permission to call her Kara) had declared that she knew Vader was telling the truth, Nikhol and Lana called that Vader was going to turn on Sidious once he started torturing Luke, and everyone cringed at Anakin's attempts at flirting.

When Revenge of the Sith concluded, I considered putting on The Mandalorian, but we'd already watched the seven movies back to back. Plus Nikhol and Lana's expressions were rather worrying. While the other girls went to bed, I followed Nikhol and Lana as they went to the mess hall and headed straight for the liquor cabinet.

"Nikhol, Lana?" I asked as Nikhol used the Force to bring down a bottle of something green.

"Oh, hello Bear. Thank you for showing us that vid series," Lana greeted with a strained smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Join us for a drink?" Nikhol asked, her voice pure bitterness.

"Do you even know what that is?" I asked, giving the liquor a sideways look as she poured it into three shot glasses.

"It's green. If it's anything like Kaasian Blood Mead, that's good enough for me."

Ignoring the questions that answer prompted, I took the offered shot glass and clinked it with theirs. Tossing it back, my eyes watered from the burn even as Nikhol was pouring more.

"Are… you two alright?" I asked as the burn faded.

"Why wouldn't we be?" Nikhol sarcastically asked, "We just saw that the Sith drove the Jedi to extinction, like they tried to do to us during the Great Hyperspace War. When they slaughtered every Sith they could find, bombarded our holiest sites into rubble from orbit, destroyed every trace of our culture they could find. But in the end we had victory." Some of the chairs started to shake and Nikhol was blinking back tears. "Or we would have if one of the two kriffing Sith remembered the whole reason his apprentice joined the Sith was to save his family! A Sith that didn't even show the slightest hint of belonging to the Sith culture!"

Oh… oh. Setting down the shot glass, I walked over to Nikhol and wrapped her in a hug. My head barely came to her shoulders, but she returned the hug and buried her face into my hair as she let the tears out. I heard the sound of Lana's glass hitting the table, before she approached and joined the hug. The three of us stood there, me sharing comfort as the two women mourned the cause that they had dedicated blood, sweat, tears, and more to.

After the bottle was finished, the three of us retired to my cabin for sleep. No funny business happened, we just slept together. Nikhol and Lana needed the comfort, not me being a perv. I'd like to think it helped, but I don't know by how much.

The next morning, or whatever passes for morning on a spaceship traveling through the space between different multiversal clusters, I decided that I'd see how Cameron was settling in. I know that she's a robotic killing machine, but she'd always been more human than other Terminators, even on the show. And that was ignoring whatever Tara might have done to change her.

Down in the mess, while Nikhol and Lana were going gaga over the realization that a particular fruit could be synthesized, I got myself an English breakfast and sat down next to the pint sized killing machine.

"Bear," she greeted as she took a bite of the rather bland looking porridge.

"Morning Cameron. Sorry if I've been avoiding you. How are you settling in?" I asked.

"It's alright. The others are less familiar with being dropped into strange circumstances without their usual support networks," she said, a hint of a smile on her face. And that forced me to remember that she'd been through something relatively similar, being sent decades through time past an apocalypse. "In answer to your question, I've been familiarizing myself with the ship's systems. When I arrived here I'd received a mass download containing the technical details of the ship and everything in it, along with several modifications to my internal systems."

That could be very good or very bad, but I'd ask for more details later, "Will we need to pick up specialists to keep the ship maintained and running safely?"

"At some point, yes. We'll be fine for at least a standard year as is, but we should make our next destination after we are done recruiting in this universe one with advanced technology. Perhaps Nikhol and Lana's world, but later with a higher tech base."

I gave a nod as I considered that. Perhaps during the Clone Wars? It'd have the two largest factions, both of which would be pouring resources into the coming conflict. If we could out Sidious, we just might be able to negotiate a ceasefire and have the manpower of both the Republic and the CIS. Definitely something to discuss with the others at a later point, but in the meantime, I hadn't forgotten the mention of modifications Tara had made.

"You mentioned modifications made to you earlier, is it something to be concerned about?" I asked.

"I don't believe so. The primary changes seem to be an increase in my systems resilience to electric discharges, along with vastly improving my previously rudimentary food processor's ability to harvest energy from food I consume," she answered while holding up a spoonful of porridge as an example.

"I remember that you were shown eating. How's it improved?"

"Before I could handle a very limited list of food products and anything with too much liquid would clog my systems. My recent diagnostics showed that I can now process everything that humans can. More even, since I lack the ability to be affected by a number of toxins. My tongue has also been given the ability to taste, though I'm unsure if it is comparable to humans or more sensitive."

I blinked in surprise, glancing down at the half empty bowl of rather bland looking porridge in front of her.

"I chose to make breakfast about the energy content, so that at least one meal each day I'm not at risk at becoming lost in flavors. Like that first day, when Lana and I shared your cum."

As hot as that was, the breakfast table in the mess hall isn't the time to get a boner. Looking to change the topic, I asked, "Any other changes?"

"I now possess an additional organ and several parts of my organic covering now more closely resemble humans. Should we so desire in the future, I am now capable of having children."

…

Wait, what?

"You… what?" I asked, my brain still rebooting.

"I'm now fully capable of reproducing. I cannot say for certain, but I believe that any children we have will possess some form of enhancement over baseline humans. Additionally, from what I have read of the files provided to me about my reproductive system, my ovaries will not automatically release an ovum unless I desire it."

If I remember my lessons on human biology correctly, that means…

"So not only do you control when you'll get pregnant, you don't have periods?"

"Correct. Taylor was most upset with me when I shared my realization. She's still giving me 'the silent treatment.'"

Huh, to be honest I was more expecting that from Lisa. Maybe Taylor had particularly bad periods? But I hadn't missed how, whenever Cameron talked about having children, she always said 'we.'

"When this mess with the Anti-Monitor is over, I'd be honored to have children with you, Cameron," I told her, before standing up and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

Bear Sandosen

I woke up to a weight on my chest and a wet feeling around my groin. Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I was greeted by the very arousing sight of a mostly bare pussy. I say mostly bare because what hair there was had been shaped into a capital 'B'. And given both the color of the hair and the size of the breasts pressing into my abs, it seems that Lisa was wanting to go further than the kissing and finger play we've done until this point.

It would be rude to leave Lisa wanting, so my hands came up, gripping her ass through the pleated skirt she was wearing. Pulling her down even as I was lifting my head up, I buried my face into her lovely pink slit. As I went to town on her, I felt Lisa's mouth leave my tool with a surprised gasp.

"Give a girl, ooooh, some warning, ah, would you?" Lisa teased as I happily ate her out.

Pulling my head back so I could answer, I returned, "What can you expect when I have such a wonderful view when I wake up?"

I didn't bother waiting for her to respond, instead returning where I'd left off in my efforts to turn the normally smug vixen into a limp puddle of pleasured goo. From the way she was moaning, it seems my efforts were working. Working enough that she seemed to have forgotten about my soldier standing at attention, but that was alright. Now then: one little, two little, three little clit flicks; and from the guttural moan coming from Lisa that was coming close to pushing her over the edge. Just a little bit more, and…

Lisa didn't make a lot of noise when she came, a quiet keening sound while her body locked up. She did release a lot of juices that quickly turned foamy and I happily lapped up. Her body twitched with aftershocks before she collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, panting and (based on past experience) with a vacant expression while her brain rebooted. Given that her head had been above my cock, that meant that it was pressed up against her cheek, her chin against its base.

With her out of commission, I gently lifted her off my head and started to turn her around. Seeing that in addition to the skirt she had on a pair of tennis shoes and nothing else made my dick twitch, but now wasn't the time for that. If she was interested, we'd move on after she recovered. For now, I got her situated so that her head was resting on my chest and ran my fingers through her hair.

She lay there panting for another minute or two, before she started blinking and turned to look at me. Her mouth opened to say something but before she could I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. After a few seconds, she pulled back and gave me a half hearted glare.

"This was supposed to be a treat for you, not you doing all the work and not getting a reward," she said with what, realistically, could only be called a pout.

Chuckling, I tucked her hair behind her ear while saying, "Couldn't help it, but really what did you expect with that blonde B down there?"

The fact that Lisa blushed was far more satisfying than it should be. Smiling, I placed a kiss on her forehead before pulling her into a hug. Of course, it was at that moment that she asked a question that necessitated pulling back so I could properly look at her.

"Bear… do you… do you want to make love?" she asked, her voice hesitant and trying to hide her nervousness.

Looking at her, I returned her question, "Do you?"

"Y-yes?"

I kept meeting her gaze, not saying anything. Finally, she dropped her head onto my chest with a frustrated groan, "I want you to turn me into a blissed out puddle until I can't think for the rest of the day. But… I'm not ready for it yet."

"Then we'll wait. There's no rush, Lisa," I told her, kissing the top of her head and gently rubbing her back.

"But you didn't-"

"It's okay. It's not a big deal."

Before Lisa could respond, Cameron's voice came over the ship's intercom, "Breaching the dimensional barrier in t-minus ten minutes."

"Goddamn cockblock sexbot," Lisa muttered with a groan of frustration, prompting me to laugh.

"We should probably get up," I told Lisa, giving her a gentle nudge.

"Fine," she said with exaggerated reluctance, smoothing her skirt as she stood up, before a wicked gleam filled her eye and her trademark grin spread across her face. "We should probably save on water. Join me in the shower?"

"Any time you want," I told her with a smile, not bothering to hide my reaction at the sight of her, naked sans skirt and shoes, hands on her hips and chest on full display.

Lana Beniko

Cameron, as the closest thing we had to a Chief Engineer, stayed behind on the ship to harvest raw materials from the system's asteroid belt. While the rest of us took a shuttle to Earth. Nikhol was piloting, and guiding us towards the northern hemisphere. As I waited, I thought back to the quick briefing we'd had.

Bear and Lisa had shown up last, and he'd shared what he knew about the world we were heading to. From the sounds of it, our main focus would be on this world's analog to Force-users. This Dark Lord sounded a great deal like some of the more unstable Sith Lords Nikhol and I had had to deal with when serving the Empire, but in some ways worse.

These… horcruxes, were the height of foolishness. Even Vitiate hadn't been so stupid as to mutilate his own soul. It weakened one's connection to life, to the Force. While the basic principle of horcruxes as a way of avoiding permanent death was sound, the side effects and consequences would leave the idiot attempting it far weaker. That's without the thought of doing so multiple times. For Voldemort's soul having been split into eight pieces… it's a wonder he has enough of a soul to maintain conscious thought.

Cameron had stated that based on the planet's position relative to its parent star, it would be midsummer in the northern hemisphere, which led Bear to immediately stating a destination, though none of the names meant anything to me. Or anyone else it looked like. Still, he did his best to describe what we might possibly expect.

The fact that the most likely time frame we'd have arrived in included a span of seven years was annoying, but manageable. Regardless, we knew roughly what to look for, which was better than some of the missions I'd been sent on since becoming a Lord. I'd been forced to send agents on missions with less information while Minister of Sith Intelligence.

Additionally, I'd be quite interested in procuring some of the animals that Bear had mentioned. The possibilities in regards to Sith Alchemy were… fascinating. The dementors sounded like a fascinating creature to study, emotivores were extremely rare, I'd only heard of two or three singular examples. Taylor as well seemed especially interested by these acromantulas that he'd mentioned being in the forest by the boarding school.

"Entering the upper atmosphere," Nikhol called out, pulling me from my thoughts and making me double check my seat restraints.

"This is it," I heard Bear mutter nervously.

I gave him a curious glance, before remembering that Nikhol and I were the only ones who had ever gone through atmospheric entry. I kept Bear, Taylor, Harley, and Lisa in my field of view, both so I could offer comfort if necessary, but also because their reactions were amusing. Fortunately, there weren't any drastic reactions as the shuttle entered the lower atmosphere. The shuttle wasn't quite as good at bleeding off the heat from entry as a Fury, but it did the job well enough.

Combined with the cloaking systems, and they should be invisible to any local tech. Nikhol kept a studious eye on the controls, but curiously, Taylor soon seemed to relax, as if a large weight had been lifted off her shoulders, or a great tension had been eased. I set it aside, figuring that if it were important, she'd say something. She had better, after all the effort Nikhol and I had done in making sure she knew that she could talk to us if there was something wrong.

"There's a park over there, it's close enough to our destination," Nikhol said, before I fellt the subtle shifts of g-forces as she brought the shuttle down to land.

"Goody! 'S been too long since solid ground!" Harley cheered, kicking out with her arms and legs.

I still suspected that she was taking some sort of energy supplement to be that hyper, but I'd yet to catch her in the act. I'd managed to secure a blood sample but we'd departed before it could finish being analyzed to figure out what she was taking.

"Amen to that," Lisa muttered as the shuttle gave a slight jolt.

We all unhooked our restraints and stood up, Taylor practically bolting for the exit ramp and all but leaping out into a swarm of flying insects. I'm unsure as to the limits of her power, but from how the cloud moved over her like a liquid wave it seems that her control is far greater than I'd anticipated.

"Lana, Nikhol," Bear's voice drew my attention, "if you could please keep your Force senses peeled for any possible dementors. In one book around this time there was an assassination attempt with them."

"Of course," I agreed as Nikhol finished the shut down procedures.

"Um… Bear, what did you say Dementors look like again?" Taylor called out, confusion in her voice.

"Like a mix of Nazgul and bedsheet ghosts, do you see them?" Bear asked, his voice focused.

"Not… exactly? I'm feeling bugs getting knocked aside by something fabricky but they aren't seeing or sensing anything."

"Where?" he asked, his hand moving down to the holstered blaster pistol he'd taken from the ship's armory.

Taylor pointed over some houses, and as I focused on the area, I could make out faint figures floating in the air… but they were indistinct, and my gaze kept trying to slip from them. Reaching out with the Force, I could just barely feel the strange void that made up their forms. It wasn't like the Jedi reports of Nihlus or Surik that our spies had obtained, but, there was no other way I could describe it.

"Take us to them, now!" Bear ordered, his face going pale.

Nikhol and I, apparently the only ones able to really see them, took the lead, and as we drew closer, I started to feel the aura that Bear had warned us about. It was similar to old Sith Magics, specifically those that fell under the Spells of Madness umbrella. But… weaker. It only affected base happiness, not the emotions that properly fuel a Sith. How disappointing.

The dementors were descending into an alley just as we reached them, with a group of young men huddled at the far end against a large garbage receptacle. Ignoring the swarm sent towards the young men, Nikhol and I both unleashed a deluge of Force Lightning at the wraiths. The arcs of energy wreathed the ephemeral shrouds, the thin black cloth burning to ash as the grey, clammy skin underneath smoldered, the creatures shrieking in a mix of pain and surprise. A yellow energy beam from Bear's pistol hit one center mass, before a second hit the other moments before the two creatures crumbled to a smoldering pile of ash.

The young men were all on the ground, screaming and swatting as a small swarm of bugs covered each of them. In the middle… sympathetic rage filled my being as the black haired girl stood up and held the two halves of her shirt closed.

"Who are you?" the girl, roughly the same age as Taylor and Lisa, asked nervously, as she knelt down and grabbed a stick from a particularly obese boy.

"First let's get out of this alleyway," Bear said as he stepped back, putting his blaster back in its holster and holding his hands up. The girl glanced down at the boys before hopping over one (and stopping to give him a vicious kick) and following us into the street. "My name is Bear and…"

"Merlin's wrinkled ballsack! Were those dementors?!" an elderly woman's voice called out.

The eight of us turned to see an older woman, almost as old as Inquisitor Ragate who'd been sending acolytes to face the Rite of Blood and Bone for over seventy imperial years, hobbling over, shock and suspicion in her gaze. The girl we'd rescued seemed to recognize her, if the surprise and hint of betrayal she was all but projecting were anything to go by.

"Mrs. Figg? You're…" she started.

"A squib. Now come on, out of the street, all of you! I don't know who you lot are, but the street's no place to have that conversation."

We glanced to Bear, who gave a slight nod, so we followed the crone to a house filled with small quadrupeds, radiating a sense of superiority despite their lack of Force presence or sapience. The crone shoved a brown confection into the girl's hand before turning to us with a glare.

"You lot stay put and stay quiet. I need to get a hold of someone and I'm not so old I can't take you over my knee," she snapped before walking over to a fireplace and throwing a pinch of powder from a vase into it. The fireplace lit up with green flames, and the crone knelt down and shoved her head into it.

Turning back to Bear for an explanation, he met our gazes with amusement and said, "Floo powder, think phone or holocomms through the fireplace. Also used to travel between different locations that are part of the network."

After a few moments, the crone pulled her head out of the fireplace before an even older man stepped through. A wizened old man that had apparently never heard of beard care and with something I didn't think was possible: even worse fashion taste than the Jedi.

"Albus Dumbledore, I presume," Bear said, drawing attention to him.

"Indeed young man, and you are?" he asked.

"You know, you're actually one of the few people I've met recently that can legitimately call me 'young'. Bear Sandosen, and my companions are Lana Beniko, Nikhol Diomedes, Lisa Wilborn, Taylor Hebert, Kara Zor-El, and Dr. Harleen Quinzel. And I have quite a story to share with you."