Inconceivable Ch. 5 (Invincible AU) (Patreon)

(Every character depicted in the story below is a consenting legal adult over the age of 18)

A/N: Argan is confronted yet again. This time with different results~

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“You spared him.”

After handing the newly named Carl off to others so his injuries can be tended to, Argan finds himself almost immediately accosted by another Viltrumite. Truth be told, he had considered it a toss up between Kregg and Anissa for who would choose to confront him in the aftermath of this latest battle… but in the end, it turns out to be the female Viltrumite rather than the General.

Turning to face her, Argan clasps his hands behind his back.

“I did.”

The strongest female of their species looks like she isn’t sure whether to be awed or disgusted by what she (and everyone else) just witnessed.

“You broke Conquest until he cried and then you spared his life. His weakness is evident… and yet he is not dead. Why?”

Argan tilts his head to the side. Conquest was no more, but he does not bother correcting her on the name. Instead, he simply shrugs.

“The strong lead and the weak must obey. I have further use for him, and so he continues to live.”

Anissa makes a noise in the back of her throat at that, clearly still struggling with the idea.

“… Your father would have killed him for showing such weakness.”

“As we already discussed, I am not my father, Anissa.”

Her breath hitches at hearing her name fall from his lips. And indeed, while she doesn’t seem to know how to feel about his decision to spare his latest opponent, he can tell how she feels about his overwhelming display of strength. She’s aroused.

“… Fight me.”

Argan arches a brow, prompting Anissa to flush and look around for a moment before huffing.

“Not here.”

Technically, as her Grand Regent she has no right to order him around nor make demands of him. And yet, as one of the handful of living female Viltrumites… Argan has great need of her. And so, when she flies off, he follows.

Anissa brings them to an uninhabited part of the planet, leading him into one of Viltrum’s old, abandoned academies. They littered the planet’s surface, with not a single one having seen use in nearly a thousand years. This one is covered in a thick layer of dust, which Anissa blasts away with a single controlled clap of her hands.

Argan admires that control, just as he admires the lines of her body even as she tenses up and turns to look at him. There’s a blazing need in her eyes… and he can tell it is of dual purpose.

“Feet on the ground. Environment untouched.”

Argan inclines his head in acknowledgment of the conditions. Power such as theirs would wreck even a Viltrumite Building, just as he and his father had destroyed Argall’s Fortress during their fight. Therefore, when two Viltrumites were sparring, it was quite common to put restrictions on what they could do… to limit the damage caused both to the participants and to their surroundings.

Silence reigns for a moment… and then Anissa lunges forward, kicking off the ground to close the distance between them in an instant. Her fist rockets towards Argan’s face, only for him to block with his forearm. What follows is a furious series of blows from the female Viltrumite, each and every one blocked by Argan.

To be fair, Anissa is holding back here… she has to if she wants to keep the ground beneath their feet and the building around them intact. At the same time though, she’s using more than enough strength and power to send any other Viltrumite flying with her blows.

But not Argan. The more she hits him, the clearer it becomes how ineffective her strikes truly are. He stands unfazed and untouched, even as she pulls back after a minute of relentless assault, panting a bit. Her chest heaves as she looks at him not with dismay… but even more blatant arousal than before.

“You’re so powerful.”

The tone of her voice is reverent. For all her power, for all her strength, Anissa enjoys being completely and utterly outclassed.

Argan sees no point in wasting any more time… and so he moves and has his hand closed around her neck before she can think. Corded Viltrumite muscle gives way beneath his digits as Anissa chokes. Her hands instinctively come up to wrap around his wrist at first… before relaxing and falling away.

She offers no resistance, going limp in his grasp.

“Take me, Grand Regent. Please.”

The sheer need in her voice is evident. Her tone is desperate, both because of how aroused she is and because of how long she’s waited for this. Anissa had said it herself… she’d offered her womb to his father multiple times over the centuries. Thragg had refused her again and again for whatever reason.

Argan did not know why his father had balked at doing what needed to be done. He could never ask now that Thragg was dead. But… he could do what he’d already been planning to do. He could begin fixing his predecessor’s mistakes. He could begin saving his people from the precipice of extinction.

Reaching out, Argan grabs the front of Anissa’s uniform… and pulls.

The sound of the fabric ripping and tearing fills the air as he shreds her uniform piece by piece until nothing remains. Her curvaceous breasts and toned abdomen are the first to be exposed but soon enough every last inch of the beautiful female Viltrumite is revealed to him.

Anissa moans, shivering in his grasp even as she’s laid bare. Her bright blue eyes stare him down intensely, filled with nothing more than desperate need. Her nipples are rock hard and down betwixt her thighs, Argan can now see the arousal that he’s been smelling for the past while in the form of glistening wet cunt lips.

Once she’s completely naked, Argan uses his free hand to reach down and fish out his own cock. Anissa’s hungry eyes dart down to regard it, her tongue tracing out to lick at her lips. Though he is sizable, Argan knows that his size is mostly meaningless in this case… it’s far more about his power for the female Viltrumite.

She would never submit to anyone weaker than her. And he knows the idea of baring a child from someone who cannot contend with her on the battlefield is anathema to Anissa as well. Fortunately for her, he is here now… and she never stood a chance against him.

Spinning her about, Argan bends the female Viltrumite over while dragging one of her arms behind her back and transitioning his grasp from her neck to her hair. Anissa gasps as she feels his fingers grip down harshly on her short brunette locks, yanking her head back and forcing her spine to arch.

At the same time, Argan slaps his cock down between her tanned, toned ass cheeks, making her moan in anticipation.

“Yesss… give it to me, Grand Regent! Fill me with your cock!”

Again with the demands. Argan snorts derisively and gives her hair a rougher tug.

“You will bare the first of my children, Anissa. But do not ever think that makes you my equal.”

Only then does he slam into her from behind, cutting off any response she might have had and turning the next noise out of her throat into a choked scream as he penetrates her deep and fully with that very first thrust. His cock, throbbing and pulsing, stretches her cunt walls wide and though they desperately try to squeeze down on him and hold him in place… they are no stronger than their owner in that regard.

He sets his own pace, fast and rough, thrusting into Anissa from behind and impacting her buttocks with his hips again and again in the process.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The force with which he fucks her creates shockwaves that fill the academy’s training room, buffeting the walls. He does not fuck her as hard as he could… he has no intention of harming her. Nor does he intend to destroy the walls surrounding them and reveal their copulation to the rest of their people.

They almost certainly know its happening, but in this Argan will do the bare minimum necessary to spare Anissa her dignity. Claiming her in front of the remains of their people, while it might sound enticing in a fantastical way, would simply be uncouth.

And so Argan fucks her here, in this private place she has brought him to. He fills the strongest female Viltrumite with his cock again and again, slamming up against her cervix with each thrust. Anissa in turn cries out, enjoying herself very much, sobbing her glee and ecstasy. She is the second Viltrumite that Argan has made cry today, though in exceptionally different circumstances.

Finally, he feels her inner walls contract around his length in an entirely different way and combined with the louder moaning cry that leaves her lips, he knows that she’s reached completion. Alas, this is not about her pleasure… its about saving their species.

And so he continues on, letting go of her hair and holding her firmly by the hips as he continues to drill into her from behind. This is not about his pleasure either, but Argan would be lying if he said he didn’t take a certain satisfaction from the deed all the same.

Still, it takes another orgasm from the female Viltrumite before she finally manages to draw out his own. Her inner walls flexing and squeezing down on his pistoning length, her insides taking him past the point of no return. He lets out a grunt… and then fills her with his seed.

Hopefully it will take. Not that Argan minds having to repeat this act until such time as it does, but the sooner Anissa is pregnant, the sooner he will feel like everything he’s done up to this point has been worth it. She will be the evidence that the new direction he intends to take their people can produce results. As she swells with the first Pure Blooded Viltrumite to be born since him, she will become a symbol.

And unlike his mother, Anissa will survive childbirth. That is the key to all of this, of course. His father had always called his mother weak and him strong because he survived the birthing bed and she didn’t. But Argan has come to believe otherwise.

No, his mother’s death was not because she was inherently weaker than any other Viltrumite and deserved to die. It was a combination of two factors.

First, every survivor of the Scourge Virus, all fifty Viltrumites who lived through the greatest apocalypse their people had ever suffered, was left weakened after the fact for a time. A time in which his mother had become pregnant with him. Second, while they had not lost access to their technology, Viltrum had lost access to some of its greatest minds and doctors when the Scourge Virus devastated their population.

When his mother gave birth, she did so without the professional care she should and could have received at any other time in all of the Viltrumite Empire’s history, when she was at the weakest she ever would be in her life.

… His mother did not have to die the way she did. But his father’s stubbornness, Thragg’s unwillingness to let even an ounce of Viltrumite Weakness escape into the larger galaxy, had directly led to her demise.

Reaching forward, Argan slides his hand around and takes ahold of Anissa’s throat again, seizing upon her neck and dragging her backwards until she’s flush against his chest with his cock still buried inside of her. He is not flagging as he expected… if anything, he’s harder than ever.

She moans when she feels this, shuddering as his other hand slides along her chest and torso, fingers running across her taut abdomen where he can feel the barest outline of his phallus inside of her.

“G-Grand Regent…”

“You will never be my equal, Anissa… but you will be mine. Mine to breed. Mine to tend to. Mine to protect. I promise you this… I will not let anything happen to you. I will let no one threaten you nor our child. From this moment on, you are the Viltrumite’s First Mother… the symbol of a new age.”

Anissa moans at his words, her insides clenching down and making it abundantly clear that she likes what she’s hearing. Letting a satisfied smirk spread across his face, Argan begins to thrust into her again, this time while holding her close to his chest, pushing up into her from below just as much as from behind.

He lifts them both off of the ground then, leaving Anissa dangling helpless in his grasp as he makes his way towards another release, all to ensure he gets her pregnant. Her cunt walls squeeze around him in response, futilely but no less appreciated as she rests back against his chest and submits entirely to his will.

Even as he takes her a second time at a slightly more languid pace, Argan’s thoughts turn towards others. She is not the only female Viltrumite, after all. There is Thula. There is Elix. There are a handful more who, while they haven’t distinguished themselves, are not completely beneath his notice.

That said, Argan is not so selfish as to demand all of them lay with him. He does not think he is the only Viltrumite male worthy of creating life or anything so foolish as that.

… He does expect them all to get to work, however. One way or another, every Viltrumite needs to be ready to do their part for their people. But they could figure out the logistics of that when the last stragglers arrived on planet.

It wouldn’t be long now.

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A/N: Anissa was always going to be Argan’s first, heh, conquest… but I’m curious who else you guys expect to see join Argan’s harem down the line. And how do you envision it coming about?

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