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Atom Eve, Arcane Bastion – En Route to Talescria

-AAAHHGH!- cried Anissa as she crashed violently against the cold metallic floor of the training chamber, causing the redhead to grimace sympathetically.

-YES! MORE!- screamed the insane woman, completely out of control as she launched herself toward Lord Harry once more, only to be halted midair by an enormous magical hand before being slammed back into the ground with twice the force as before, leaving her dazed and trembling.

Harry landed elegantly only a few meters away from the masochistic Viltrumite, who unsuccessfully attempted to stand, her arms and legs trembling so violently that supporting her own weight had become impossible.

-Enough- declared the Supreme Sorcerer calmly.

Eve merely snorted. She knew perfectly well those words alone would never be enough to stop the proud alien warrior, a prediction proven correct one second later when Anissa hurled herself toward Harry once again, only to be thrown back down with even greater force than before.

-I said…enough-

The icy, masculine, utterly dominant voice of the Supreme Sorcerer wreaked havoc upon Eve herself, who had to make a titanic effort not to gasp the moment she felt Harry’s magic permeate the entire chamber, causing Eve’s own powers to…react excitedly for lack of a better term, as though her very body betrayed her and eagerly sought Harry’s approval.

Several days had passed since the journey began and, in the young redhead’s opinion, they had been the best days of her life.

Within Harry she had found something nobody else had ever given her before.

True understanding.

Before the arrival of the Supreme Sorcerer, nobody truly understood her. People sympathized with her and nodded politely whenever Eve spoke about her powers, but nobody genuinely comprehended what she was…at least nobody like her Harry did.

In merely two days, the horizons of the redhead had changed dramatically. The Supreme Sorcerer had forced her to understand just how limited her mind truly was regarding her abilities, how vastly superior and terrifyingly powerful Eve herself actually was.

And how disappointed he had been witnessing her pathetic and limited use of such overwhelming gifts, remembered the redhead with shame.

Though Eve immediately forgot those thoughts the moment Harry grabbed his Viltrumite pet by the hair, lifting her roughly from the ground and causing Anissa to moan with unmistakable pleasure.

-Ooooh yes!- cried the alien woman, her eyes rolling backward at the pleasurable pain Harry inflicted by forcing her upward through sheer physical dominance.

-That woman is insane- declared Talia, Harry’s wife, who stood beside Eve observing the training session with interest, though at this precise moment her eyes remained focused entirely upon the Viltrumite who stared at Lord Harry like a bitch in heat.

-You are weak…I still cannot believe your species conquers planets. You lack tactical thought, cunning, and intelligence- declared the Supreme Sorcerer with absolute frankness, causing the Viltrumite to narrow her eyes defiantly toward him.

-We are the strongest race in the galaxy, it is universal law. The strong take whatever pleases them and the weak…AAAHHHHHG!-

Eve gasped loudly and instinctively squeezed her thighs together when Lord Harry suddenly channeled a strange wave of magical energy directly into Anissa’s body, causing the Viltrumite’s nipples to harden instantly while her lower body became soaked within seconds.

Sweat covered Anissa’s face while her eyes rolled backward helplessly, moaning and trembling violently due to the immense pleasure Harry flooded through her nervous system. The alien woman writhed pathetically against the floor of the chamber.

-No! Please Master, not again…I…AAAHHHG!- moaned the Viltrumite uncontrollably while Harry observed her coldly.

-What was that, dear? Are you begging for…mercy?- he asked with cruel amusement, causing both Talia and Kori to laugh while Eve watched the scene with fascination.

Harry was tightening his control over the problematic woman.

A fact both of them evidently enjoyed.

Anissa continued moaning helplessly, her body trembling violently while Talia laughed harder upon seeing the Viltrumite’s womanhood practically dripping against the metallic floor, completely docile and humiliated before Harry.

-I must admit she is remarkably stubborn- commented Princess Kori while observing the Viltrumite with fascination, watching the alien warrior slowly lose herself beneath wave after wave of agonizing pleasure…and still refusing to completely break.

Something Eve knew would happen sooner or later.

The Viltrumite body had been trained for centuries, conditioned to endure pain and war.

But pleasure?

That was an entirely different battlefield.

And after nearly half an hour, during which Eve, Talia, and Kori watched in absorbed fascination as the Viltrumite slowly unraveled piece by piece…

Anissa finally shattered.

-Please…Master…please…- begged the woman after enduring the agonizing ecstasy for so long.

Harry looked toward her with a victorious smile before asking calmly.

-Please what, dear?- though his face revealed the dark satisfaction dominating such a powerful woman granted him.

-Please…mercy- whispered Anissa, utterly broken and defeated, her Viltrumite pride crushed beneath the overwhelming superiority of the King of the Homo Magi.

Harry crouched before her, grabbing her chin firmly while forcing the trembling alien to meet his gaze.

-You speak endlessly about strength, conquest, and taking whatever you desire because you are stronger. That is the philosophy of your people, is it not?- he asked softly.

Anissa trembled violently before nodding weakly.

-Then understand this clearly, my beautiful but stubborn pet…I am stronger than you. Vastly stronger. Which means by your own pathetic philosophy, your life, your loyalty, your body and your future belong to me now- declared Harry coldly while his magic flooded the chamber once more.

Anissa’s eyes widened.

Not because she wished to deny his words.

But because deep inside herself…

She knew he was right.

For the first time in centuries, the proud Viltrumite no longer felt like the predator. She felt conquered. Claimed. Reduced to something weaker standing before a superior existence.

She was his pet, his trophy, his breeding bitch.

And she love it.

-Good girl- declared the Supreme Sorcerer, causing his hand to glow once more before releasing even more magic into Anissa’s body, making an expression of pure ecstasy flood her severe yet beautiful face as she unleashed the loudest scream Eve had ever heard in her life.

At least until Harry silenced her with a casual gesture, trapping the Viltrumite within an endless cycle of overwhelming pleasure while she writhed helplessly across the Bastion’s floor, completely tamed and conquered.

-With our pet properly entertained…we should review our plans for Talescria- declared Harry calmly, effortlessly commanding the attention of every woman within the chamber.

Talia stepped forward immediately and began speaking.

-It is simple. We find Amathist and leave this dimension immediately. The threat of the Helmet of Fate still remains, darling, we cannot afford to waste more time exploring. The amulet is our priority- declared the beautiful brunette with visible determination.

Eve could not stop herself from frowning at the bitter reminder that Harry Potter was merely passing through this universe, a subject she had not yet discussed with her new mentor.

But one they would inevitably need to address sooner or later.

Harry sighed softly before answering.

-If Amathist truly is with this coalition, then we need contingencies for every possible complication. We...-

-ALERT. ALERT. ALERT. Soul Beacon, designation Amathist detected. Change of course required.-

-What the hell was that?- asked the redhead curiously while Harry’s expression instantly hardened into cold seriousness.

The Supreme Sorcerer did not answer.

Instead, he immediately began moving his hands rapidly across countless digital projections at astonishing speed, analyzing patterns and streams of information far faster than Eve could even remotely follow, much to her embarrassment.

For several minutes, absolute silence dominated the chamber while Harry worked.

The tension became almost unbearable.

Eve could only watch countless stars, planets, and galactic sectors appear across the Bastion’s projections before being discarded one after another with ruthless efficiency.

Until finally...

-I found her- declared Harry triumphantly while rapidly moving his fingers through strange magical gestures as the Bastion’s internal lights shifted from emerald green into flashing crimson.

-Activate assault protocols. Modify Bastion Jump calculations. Updating coordinates. Arcane defenses to maximum power-

Eve watched as the entirety of the Bastion suddenly illuminated with brilliant golden light for a brief instant before stabilizing once more.

-Command acknowledged. Bastion defenses prepared. Happy Hunting.- declared the mechanical voice.

Harry wasted no time whatsoever and immediately turned toward the women gathered within the chamber.

-Talia, to the bridge. You will provide support from here. Kori, retrieve your armor…it is time to fight. Inform Holly we shall have combat shortly and ensure she is equipped with her new armor- ordered Harry sharply.

The beautiful alien princess nodded with an excited smile.

-As you command Harry! I have been eager for us to fight side by side at last! Whoever is attacking our woman shall regret it!- declared the cheerful warrior before flying out of the chamber, visibly excited for battle.

Talia approached with that burning sensuality so characteristic of her and kissed her husband passionately before whispering seductively against his lips.

-I know battle leaves your blood running hot my love. Slaughter those vermin quickly and bring our girl home…I shall be waiting to reward you properly afterward-

Eve immediately blushed furiously at the wickedly delicious image the beautiful brunette had planted inside her mind.

She had become so distracted that she barely noticed when Talia departed, leaving her alone with Harry and the still overwhelmed Anissa.

The redhead slowly lifted her gaze, instantly losing herself within those powerful emerald eyes.

She said nothing.

Waiting patiently for Harry to take the initiative, completely submissive to his desires.

-You shall fight beside me. The Bastion armory possesses standard arcane battle skins you can use. Not ideal, but more than sufficient for this engagement. I wish to see what you are truly capable of…and whether you are worthy of standing beside us, as one of us.- declared Harry with a smooth and dangerously seductive tone while gently caressing her face, his touch simultaneously soft and possessive.

-Understood?- asked her man.

And Eve, hypnotized by desire and the overwhelming need to prove herself worthy before him, answered instantly without hesitation.

-As you command Daddy-

The Supreme Sorcerer smiled triumphantly, causing Eve to shiver with anticipation.

The fun was about to begin.

Allen the Alien, Space Battle – Urath

-DIE!- thought the warrior while connecting three devastating punches against the Viltrumite he was currently fighting, successfully staggering the alien.

However, the moment Allen prepared to finish the job, another Viltrumite suddenly appeared behind him and delivered a brutal kick directly into his back, flooding his body with agony and launching him violently into the hull of a Coalition vessel, damaging it severely and removing him from the battle entirely.

Shit, thought Allen grimly while observing how the Coalition had already lost five ships during the ambush.

The Viltrumite assault had been merciless, striking immediately after the Sovereign’s diplomatic visit to Urath and the planet’s official annexation into the Coalition.

Though it was not as though the Sovereign herself was struggling, thought the alien warrior while watching the powerful woman cleave directly through a Viltrumite vessel with her sword while simultaneously battling four enemy warriors at once.

Amathist was formidable.

There was absolutely no doubt regarding that.

However, even if she could survive this assault personally…the rest of the fleet would not share her luck.

The remaining Viltrumite warships prepared for the final strike, every plasma cannon locking directly onto the diplomatic convoy carrying the royal family of Urath toward Talescria.

Allen was far too exhausted to stop them.

His injuries were severe.

And so the alien warrior watched helplessly as the blue plasma glow intensified, preparing to vaporize the convoy completely.

And then…

It happened.

A massive purple portal suddenly materialized behind the Viltrumite fleet while an enormous unknown spherical vessel emerged from the anomaly, tearing directly through part of the enemy formation as though the ships were made from paper.

It was…

Simply colossal.

At least four times larger than the Coalition vessels, forged from a material resembling bronze and apparently armed to utterly absurd levels.

The battle itself paused for one brief moment as both Coalition and Viltrumite forces stared toward the monstrous newcomer.

Allen immediately looked toward his Sovereign and sighed with visible relief when he noticed recognition and unmistakable hope within her eyes as she stared toward the mysterious vessel.

Before he could say anything however…

The unknown ship opened fire.

And hell descended upon the Viltrumite fleet.

Heavy plasma cannons unleashed devastating firepower with absurd speed and precision, mercilessly punishing the Viltrumite fleet.

Enemy shields collapsed rapidly beneath the bombardment and moments later the plasma barrage began tearing directly through the armored hulls themselves, devastating the enemy formation with horrifying efficiency.

Apparently, the weapons mounted upon this colossal vessel were extremely effective against Viltrumite technology, thought Allen while watching two warships explode into burning debris within seconds.

The remaining enemy fleet immediately shifted formations and began firing everything they possessed toward the unknown vessel.

Yet every single attack proved utterly useless.

The massive sphere simply endured the bombardment without the slightest visible damage, its golden unknown shields absorbing the incoming plasma as though the enemy fleet were throwing stones against a mountain.

Allen watched as the Viltrumites regrouped and launched themselves directly toward the mysterious vessel on an interception course and, for a brief instant, genuine concern crossed the alien warrior’s mind regarding the integrity of the ship.

But then…

It happened.

Three flashes of light erupted outward from the unknown vessel.

One green.

One brilliant pink.

And the final one…

A blazing golden radiance.

From the green and pink flashes emerged two women who flew forward at incredible speed, striking two Viltrumites so hard they were sent flying away from the vessel like broken dolls.

And while that alone was impressive, Allen’s full attention centered entirely upon the third figure.

The one surrounded by golden light.

Because that stranger had not stopped one Viltrumite.

But five.

The alien conquerors froze instantly, their faces filled with genuine shock as they stared toward the mysterious armored warrior holding them effortlessly in place.

It was…

An imposing vision.

Clad in black armor and a dark emerald cape, one hand raised casually into the air while observing the Viltrumites—the most feared and hated race in the galaxy—not with fear.

Not with caution.

But as though they were an inconvenience.

Perhaps…

Perhaps he would survive this after all.

One of the trapped Viltrumites roared furiously and attempted to break free, veins bulging violently across his body while struggling against the invisible force restraining him.

The stranger merely tilted his head slightly.

-Pathetic- declared the Supreme Sorcerer coldly.

And instantly the pressure increased.

The sound of cracking bones echoed through Allen's mind as the three Viltrumites screamed in agony, their bodies beginning to bend unnaturally beneath Harry’s overwhelming telekinetic force.

Allen’s eyes widened.

Because for the first time in his entire life…

He was witnessing Viltrumites afraid, like prey instead of predators.

-Impossible- thought one of the alien warriors in horror while staring toward the armored figure.

Harry slowly drifted closer through the battlefield, emerald cape moving majestically behind him while golden magical energy danced across his armor like living lightning.

And then, a foreigner voice made itself heard in the minds along the battlefield, to everyone present in the fight.

-Your species believes strength grants the right to dominate others. To conquer. To take whatever pleases you simply because nobody can stop you- declared the Supreme Sorcerer, his voice amplified across the battlefield through sheer magical force.

The three Viltrumites trembled violently beneath his power.

-Then understand something very clearly- continued Harry while slowly clenching his raised fist.

-To me...you are nothing-

The invisible force crushing the Viltrumites intensified instantly, making them open their mouths, it was obvious they were screaming in pain...but no sound could travel in space so...

It was a terrifying sight and thought...that in the galaxy...exist someone that makes the viltrumites look weak...

Blood erupted from their mouths and then Harry moved his hand.

The result was catastrophic.

The three Viltrumites were launched backward at impossible speed like living missiles, smashing directly through their own warships with enough force to tear through armor plating, engines, and reactor cores alike.

One ship exploded immediately.

Then another.

And finally the third vessel split apart completely before vanishing within a storm of fire and plasma.

The entire battlefield fell silent.

Even the remaining Viltrumites froze momentarily as they stared toward the armored stranger floating calmly amidst the burning ruins of their fleet.

Allen breathed heavily while staring toward the impossible figure.

That was not merely power.

That was supremacy.

The alien warrior immediately flew toward Sovereign Amathist, who was still watching Harry with unmistakable recognition within her beautiful eyes.

-Who the hell is that?!- demanded Allen in disbelief while explosions illuminated the battlefield around them.

The Sovereign slowly smiled.

Not with fear.

But with relief.

-That…- she answers while watching the Supreme Sorcerer effortlessly dominate the battlefield.

-Is what we needed to win this war-