Inconceivable Ch. 22 (Invincible AU) (Patreon)

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

A/N: Anissa and Argan getting it on some more~

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The room is quiet, save for the rhythmic sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the heavy panting moans of a woman mixed with the grunts and groans of a man.

Anissa’s naked body rises and falls upon Argan’s cock, his hands anchoring her at the hips as he thrusts up into her from below. She arches her spine, her breasts bouncing with each movement and her lips parted in a satisfied moan.

Laying on his back, Argan is no less active in her claiming. His entire body moves with hers, the two of them joined together. However, it is undeniable that she is currently leading, even if it is Argan who allows her to lead. Every movement is deliberate, powerful, and relentless.

The female warrior sits astride her Grand Regent, her toned thighs gripping his hips as hard as they can. As she bounces, her hips descend with enough force to make the bedframe beneath them rattle and wheeze, even if it has little effect on Argan himself.

The air itself vibrates with the sheer force of their combined movements, and Anissa’s short hair is damp with sweat, sticking to her forehead as she rides Argan with a ferocity that would have killed any other living being. The Viltrumite woman tosses her head back again and again, exposing the elegant lines of her throat, her blue eyes rolling in her skull with a mixture of primal need and satisfaction while wanton moans leave her lips.

Her orgasms, at this point, are rote. Argan fucks her through climax after climax, pushing Anissa over the edge time and time again. He claims her, as he has claimed her countless times before. It matters not that she is on top of him. It matters not that she is crashing down on him with all her might. They both know who is in charge here, no matter what temporary position of authority Anissa might control.

All of it leads to the one defining moment, as always. One last cry from Anissa. A grunt from Argan. And then he’s spilling his seed inside of her yet again, filling her to the brim as she cries out and clamps down hard on his member.

“Yes! Let me feel every ounce of your power, Grant Regent! Breed an Empire from my womb!”

Argan holds her tight as he fills her up. He continues to hold her, even as she collapses atop him, panting and slowly recovering from their latest in a long line of… sexual engagements.

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With the completion of their latest round of copulation comes something that most Viltrumites would not have ever thought to engage in… post-coitus cuddling.

And yet, Argan and Anissa rest together all the same, still nude albeit covered by a blanket draped over their combined forms. Anissa is in turn draped over him, resting one leg across his leg, her chest on his chest and her head on his shoulder.

They reside, not on Earth but in a specially crafted domicile on Flaxa. While Argan had ultimately decided not to conquer Earth in order to prevent their enemies from easily locating them and where they’d gone… the Flaxans and their dimension were an entirely different story.

General Kregg along with the two Viltrumites he’d taken with him, had spent ten long years pacifying the Flaxan species and turning them into something… usable. Of course, given the difference in the timestream, it wasn’t the species that was most useful to Argan’s purposes.

Rather, the Flaxan Dimension and the way decades passed in the span of days on Earth meant that they could use it as both a fallback point and a place to decompress or even train if necessary. At first, Argan had even thought they might be able to use it for the rapid development for their young.

Unfortunately, it turned out not to work quite the way it would need to for that to be a reality. Much like the Flaxans rapidly aged on Earth, anyone from their universe who came to Flaxa would find their own aging slowed down. Bringing a Viltrumite pregnancy to term would take decades on Flaxa.

Still, in many ways, the paired discovery of Earth and Flaxa felt like fate or maybe even destiny. On the one hand, they’d found a world with a population that seemed to make near-perfect hybrids. And at the same time, they’d arrived just in time for another world that was exceptionally suitable for some of their purposes to try and invade the first world.

Of course, there was also the added benefit that with the Flaxans’ pacification, they didn’t have to worry about being spied on when they were in this dimension. That, combined with the fact that they could eat, drink, and rest in the Flaxan Dimension while mere seconds passed on Earth made it the perfect location for a secondary homebase.

All in all…

“You’re holding back with me these days.”

Anissa suddenly cuts through his thoughts, her words like a knife as she stops nuzzling him and looks into his eyes.

Argan arches a brow in response.

“… And so what if I am?”

He feels no shame over it. Instead, he reaches down and rests a hand atop her abdomen.

“You are pregnant, Anissa. I would not endanger the first new Viltrumite Life in a thousand years.”

Jolting, the female warrior narrows her eyes at him.

“… How do you already know? I only just found out this morning… I was intending on surprising you just now.”

Ah, well.

“I can sense it. I simply have to look deep.”

It wasn’t as though there was a heartbeat yet or anything like that. And yet, Argan’s senses were incredibly advanced. More advanced than your average Viltrumite, even. And while most Viltrumites could not ‘peer’ into one another’s bodies through the denseness of their physiology, Argan did not have the same issue.

A shiver runs through Anissa as she understands what he’s saying. It is not a shiver of fear, however… but rather fresh arousal.

“You are a very dangerous man, Grand Regent. To think you knew even before I likely did.”

Argan just sighs.

“Regardless, now that you are pregnant you must take care of yourself more.”

Anissa scoffs at that.

“I refuse to be treated like some fragile doll just because I am with child. I am still one of your strongest warriors Argan. I am still the strongest female Viltrumite.”

… For now Argan supposes that is true. And while he could try and press the issue, he’s not going to do so. There isn’t much on Earth or Flaxa that can actually harm Anissa at this point outside of their own people and none of them would dare.

Hmph. He could still order her to take it easy… but he had no desire to alienate his first mate. Not when they had all the time in the world now. Nor when he fully intended for this to be the first child of many. Having Anissa start to resent him this early would only be a recipe for disaster.

Perhaps sensing the way his thoughts are turning but not the conclusion he’s already come to, Anissa pushes for a change in subject.

“Forget about my condition for a moment. Have you thought of who you will breed next?”

Argan raises an eyebrow again at that, causing Anissa to roll her eyes in response.

“You cannot possibly mean to keep to one mate, Argan. I know I am superior to any other choice before you, but that changes nothing. You are the greatest Viltrumite our race has ever produced. If we are to rebuild… if we are to repopulate, you must lead the way. Your children should outnumber those of any other male Viltrumite.”

He’s not sure it works that way. Certainly, he has not planned to make thousands of offspring or anything as ridiculous as that. Each Viltrumite must do their part… and to be fair, he does intend to do his own.

“I have had my eye on one potential mate at the moment. The one who calls herself ‘War Woman’. When I spoke with Cecil Stedman on the necessity of our people to take multiple partners… I could tell she was intrigued even if she tried to hide it as best she could. In fact, I could tell she was interested when we first met on the battlefield. Her eyes were drawn to my fists, even as I tore through the Flaxans who sought to slay her and hers.”

Anissa hums, nodding along thoughtfully.

“She is an interesting one. Overly reliant on that primitive mace of hers, but still quite strong… for a human.”

Argan snorts in amusement at that. Because in the end, that’s the kicker isn’t it? Human women are… very weak. The vast majority of his warriors are going to have to learn to be very, very careful with their mates. Nolan proved it could be done just fine though, seeing as he’d produced Maya with his human mate and she was perfectly fine.

‘War Woman’ was… well, she was much weaker than a Viltrumite. But she was strong enough that Argan thought he might enjoy bedding her. He would have to see if he caught more signs of her interests in the days to come. Even if neither he nor any other Viltrumite was officially joining their ‘Guardians of the Globe’, he fully expected to be fighting alongside them in the following weeks. Earth seemed to be constantly beset by attacks that would see them both needed soon enough.

“And what of the other female Viltrumites? Will you not claim anymore of your own people for your harem, Grand Regent? You are more than entitled to do so, all things considered.”

To that, Argan frowns again. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it… Thula, Exil, and the other female Viltrumites. None of them were as strong as Anissa, but they were still perfectly capable of carrying his children. And yet…

“I have no desire to monopolize the remaining pureblooded Viltrumite females. None of them have approached me… so long as they eventually pair off and find a mate… or several, I will be content.”

Anissa arches a brow.

“You expect them to approach you? Do you not think they might be waiting for you to approach them, Grand Regent?”

Squeezing her a bit tighter, Argan just smirks.

“Then they will be waiting quite some time. I already have the worthiest female gracing my bed and… tending to my needs.”

Anissa arches her back in predatory pleasure, practically purring as she grins in approval. Her hungry lips find his and they kiss. For a moment, Argan half-expects her to begin another round… and is more than capable of meeting her neediness if that is what happens.

Instead, however, Anissa pulls back after a few seconds with a contemplative look on her face.

“What of Nolan’s daughter, Maya? What of the hybrid?”

Blinking at what seems at first glance like a non-sequitur, Argan furrows his brow.

“What of her?”

Anissa cocks her head to the side.

“You should take her as one of your women. I have seen the way she looks at you.”

What? Despite rarely being caught off guard, Argan is surprised by the suggestion.

“What do you mean ‘the way she looks at me’?”

Giving him an unimpressed look, Anissa huffs.

“You are observant enough to note this War Woman’s interest but miss the fact that Nolan’s daughter already worships the ground you walk on, Argan? Your perception seems to be rather… hit and miss.”

Growling, Argan grips down on Anissa a bit harder, making her gasp… though not in pain.

“Speak plainly, woman.”

“Mm… it is simple enough, is it not? She would leap at the chance to share your bed. So why not lay claim to her? She is young, certainly… but she is of age by both our standards and the standards of these humans. In fact, she would have already had her Day of Adulthood, were this before the Scourge Virus. Though I doubt she would have survived it.”

The Day of Adulthood. A moment in every Viltrumite’s life where their parents tested them to see if they were worthy of being called an adult… or if they were a stain on Viltrum’s name. If they survived the ensuing fight, they would be recognized as an adult Viltrumite. If they did not… well, then it was their parents’ duty to purge the taint so it could not spread to others.

Anissa is right that Maya would have already faced her Day of Adulthood if she’d been born on Viltrum over a thousand years ago. Argan’s own Day of Adulthood had been just his father… and Thragg had brought him to death’s door, breaking the majority of the bones in his body and leaving him breathing his own blood through punctured lungs and shattered ribs before declaring him worthy.

Still… Anissa is also right about the other part.

“She is weak. She has potential and grows stronger with every day she continues to strive to reach us… but she is still weak.”

Anissa scoffs.

“And? So is this War Woman you have your eyes on. And every other human on Earth is even weaker still on average. Our people are going to have to learn to manage our strength if we are going to breed with humans as the Great Nolan did. What better way for you to do so than to lay claim to both Maya and War Woman and show that you can impregnate them without breaking them?”

Hm. Did Anissa have a point? Perhaps she did… though Argan simply lays back and doesn’t respond, bringing a close to the conversation for the time being. Even still, he finds himself turning the mental image of Maya over in his head again and again consideringly.

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A/N: Anissa has given Argan something to think about~

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