Somewhere to Belong Ch. 43 (DC/Multi) (Patreon)

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

A/N: Pillow Talk~

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The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, along with the exultant moans of a certain red haired psychic.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

With a loud cry, Sarah drops down onto Myk-Zod’s cock one last time and tosses her head back, shuddering orgasmically as she cums all over his dick. In response, Myk-Zod grunts and tips over the edge as well, filling her down below with a load in response.

Mystique watches from the side, her own pussy just as sticky from being freshly fucked and creamed before Sarah. To be fair, it was only because Sarah had still been asleep when Mystique and Myk-Zod had started their fun together.

In fact, Mystique had woken up first and decided to place herself between Myk-Zod’s legs, bobbing up and down on his cock. Of course… she’d also played a bit of a prank on him, namely by making it so that when he woke up and looked down between his legs, it wasn’t her face that he saw.

Instead he’d seen a pair of striking green eyes set in a youthful face framed by straight ginger locks. Namely, he’d woken up to the sight of Eve down between his legs, suckling at his morning wood. To his credit, his surprise had only lasted a second before he’d realized what was going on. After all, while they had parked their ship next to Eve’s not-so-little handmade treehouse out in the wilderness, they hadn’t given her access just yet. She still had to knock, making it impossible for her to have actually snuck into their bed without any of them noticing.

He’d given her a reproachful look at the time… which Mystique had promptly defused by elongating her tongue and swirling it all the way down to the base of his cock to flick along his balls. That had caused Myk-Zod to throw his head back and groan.

But… to keep the peace, Mystique had shifted back to her natural blue form when she’d pulled her mouth off of his dick a few moments later and moved to straddle him instead. It was in that natural body of hers that Sarah had woken up and watched as she’d ridden Myk-Zod to his first release of the day.

Now that his second load was safely tucked away in Sarah’s cunt, the Terran woman collapses forward onto Myk-Zod’s broad chest, panting heavily as she recovers from the experience. Unlike the two of them, Sarah still has the stamina of a human… albeit a human from a different universe where humans in general seemed to be a fair bit stronger and more enduring than those of this universe or Mystique’s own universe.

Indeed, even a basic marine back in the Koprulu Sector could have given Steve Rogers a run for his money from what Mystique had witnessed. Sarah was a tough cookie… though not as tough as Mystique might have preferred.

“We need to get up soon. We promised Eve we’d join her for breakfast.”

Sarah makes a noise of acknowledgment but no effort to rise from his chest. Mystique, meanwhile, leans in, snuggling against his side as she chuckles.

“We’ve got time. We need a lot less sleep than she does… in fact, the sun hasn’t quite risen yet.”

Myk-Zod grunts, inclining his head in wordless agreement. When a comfortable silence falls between them afterwards, Mystique almost feels bad for breaking it… but needs must.

“Before you mentioned needing to realign your priorities. What are we going to do now? What do you want to accomplish in this new universe?”

Sarah lifts her head an inch, curiosity piqued. Myk-Zod, meanwhile, is quiet for a time as he considers how to answer her. Mystique isn’t bothered by this… she knows he’s simply getting his thoughts in order rather than thinking about whether or not to lie to her.

“… I’ve decided that I don’t just want to find a home at this point… I want to make one. For all of us.”

Mystique arches a brow, prompting him to elaborate.

“I’ve seen some interesting things so far on my travels. Your world was… quaint but a little lacking in the tech level for all that it was entering an era of peace when we left. Meanwhile, the Koprulu Sector thrived in war and conflict for all that it had some interesting science to be explored.”

Glancing off to the side, clearly using his exceptional vision to stare through the walls of the Science Vessel at the world beyond, Myk-Zod sighs.

“This world… is interesting in its own way. The technology is more advanced. The danger is… present, but not quite so terrible. I think together we can protect this world and make it a better place for its inhabitants.”

Mystique narrows her eyes at that, pressing for more.

“To what end, exactly?”

Looking back to her, Myk-Zod grins.

“Well… eventually I want to build an artificial universe for us. A pocket dimension of sorts that will be separated from any one universe. My hope is that we’ll be able to use it to live safely while also going and visiting other universe as we please.”

Mystique’s brow raises at that and Sarah is just as shocked. The idea almost sounds… farcical. Traveling from one universe to the next was one thing, but that… could Myk-Zod even do that? Make another universe wholesale? Would it be safe?

Myk-Zod smirks at her expression, almost seeming to read her thoughts.

“We’re not there yet, to be fair. I need to finish perfecting my technology so that I can actually target where we want to go rather than throwing us randomly out into a new universe every time. Once I’m able to actually map out the universes around us, I’ll be much closer to being capable of designing and developing our own pocket dimension… not to mention being capable of finding a spot to squeeze it in without too many complications.”

Mystique considered herself a smart woman. Maybe a bit more cunning than smart, but she wasn’t dimwitted. Sarah, too, is quite the smart woman. However, just a single glance at the other red head shows that much like herself, a lot of what Myk-Zod is explaining is going right over Sarah’s head. And yet…

“It sounds like a worthy goal.”

Sarah is quick to nod and match Mystique’s warm words.

“If you need our help just say the word! We’re at your disposal!”

Chuckling, the Kryptonian nods right back.

“I know. I can count on you both and I will never doubt that. However…”

Trailing off, Myk-Zod looks to Sarah in particular, appearing a little troubled. Sarah, thanks to her mind reading, catches on before Mystique does and gasps.

“You… want to make me like the two of you?”

Mystique’s eyes widen as Myk-Zod slowly nods, glancing at her to gauge her reaction. He’s worried she’ll be angry. Because…

“You want to recreate Zola’s serum.”

Grimacing, Myk-Zod looks away for a moment.

“I don’t want to, necessarily. However, I think I might need to. This universe has already made it clear that we can’t count on Sarah’s psionic abilities to always keep her safe.”

Sarah makes a confused noise in the back of her throat.

“What do you mean? I haven’t run into any trouble I couldn’t handle yet. Hell, I’ve barely run into trouble at all. Those big blue guys weren’t even that dangerous.”

But Myk-Zod shakes his head.

“No, I honestly don’t think there’s anything currently on this planet that would be overly dangerous to you as you are right now, Sarah. But that’s the problem… this universe is much bigger than Earth. The entities, these ‘Viltrumites’ that I sent packing while you were still unconscious… they were fast. Faster than the fastest Zerg you ever faced.”

Sarah frowns while Mystique narrows her eyes.

“They weren’t faster than you though.”

“No, they weren’t. They weren’t stronger either. Pound for pound, I know I can take them. Based on everything I’ve seen, Kryptonians should have no problem against Viltrumites, so long as the Kryptonian is sufficiently powered by a yellow sun.”

Mystique inclines her head in acknowledgment, even as Myk-Zod continues to explain.

“The problem is that they have an Empire. It sounds like they’ll probably send a lot more Viltrumites than just two when they next retaliate and I do expect them to retaliate. And while they’re not as fast or strong as us, they are faster than someone like Sarah can perceive. If you’re not ready for it, Sarah, you could be ambushed and killed before you even had a chance to bring your psionics to bear.”

Mystique could see the concern. If a thousand Viltrumites showed up, could she and Myk-Zod kill them all? Perhaps. But who would suffer in the meantime? The people of this Earth, maybe… but frankly, Mystique didn’t care that much about them. While it was obvious that Myk-Zod felt a certain responsibility to this dimension, they could cut ties if they needed.

However… Sarah was one of a kind. There was no replacing her if something tragic happened. And Mystique certainly hadn’t gone to all the trouble of seducing her fellow red head and convincing Sarah to come with them just so some petty alien tyrants could kill her in their very next universe.

Nodding sharply, Mystique comes to a decision.

“I agree. She needs the serum. You can have as much of my blood as you need to make it happen, Myk-Zod.”

Both Myk-Zod and Sarah looks at her in surprise for a moment. Then, Sarah all but lunges forward and wraps her arms around Mystique’s neck, pulling her into an exuberant, excited kiss. Mystique is caught off guard briefly before winding her own arms around Sarah’s body and kissing her right back.

Myk-Zod chuckles beneath the both of them, laying back and enjoying the show… at first. However, eventually they’re half-draped over him, with Sarah still impaled on his cock and beginning to gyrate her hips along his length. Until finally, with a strangled sigh, Myk-Zod growls.

“Alright, that’s enough… as much as I’d like to go another round with you minxes, we really will be late to breakfast if we do that. We all need to get up and start getting ready.”

Sarah whines at that, still wiggling a bit on his cock. But Myk-Zod isn’t having it. He grabs her by the hips and drags her off of him, laying her down between them with Mystique’s arms still closed around her. As Sarah pouts up at him, Mystique lays her chin on Sarah’s shoulder and looks up at the Kryptonian male as well.

“You know… we could have breakfast in here if we simply invited Eve to join us.”

The look Myk-Zod gives her is as fondly affectionate as it is exasperated and unimpressed. He’s still a little annoyed with her for the prank she’d pulled on him this morning, she can tell.

“… Let’s put a pin in that for now, shall we? I’m not an idiot, nor am I blind. You both want to bring Eve into things… and I’m certain Eve is interested in being involved as well. However, I don’t want to pressure her before she’s ready. We’ve saved her life and her planet… trying to seduce her now might make her act out of obligation rather than true desire. Not to mention it’s probably best to let the hero worship fade a bit more before doing anything like that.”

Mystique shares a glance with Sarah at that. Neither of them actually thinks Myk-Zod is right… for one, Eve definitely has a bit of a crush on Myk-Zod. She just won’t act on it so long as she thinks he’s already taken and not available. For two, the hero worship isn’t liable to fade, not when Myk-Zod has already agreed to help Earth stabilize. If anything, Eve’s hero worship is only going to get worse and worse.

Still, Myk-Zod has put his foot down and neither woman tries to convince him further. Instead, they get up and get cleaned before moving to get dressed just like he is. As they do so, Sarah takes a moment to murmur to her in passing.

“Thank you.”

Scoffing, Mystique grabs the other red head and pulls her in close, touching their foreheads together.

“You are mine as much as you are his. Don’t forget that. I won’t let anything happen to you if I can help it.”

Sarah hums in response as they spend a moment simply… being. And then they pull apart and finish getting ready.

It’s as they’re making their way down the hall to the Science Vessel’s exit, however, that Sarah breaks her silence once more.

“What about Eve? This serum you’re making for me… will you offer it to her too? Isn’t she a prime candidate for these Viltrumites to go after whenever they come back?”

Myk-Zod hesitates, frowning a little bit at that as he pauses before the exit to their ship. Mystique arches her brow in response to his hesitation but makes no move to try and influence him one way or another.

In the end, they’re going to bring Eve in as their fourth… she and Sarah will make that happen. So even if he does choose to give Eve the serum before she officially joins them, Mystique won’t be upset. After all… her descent into their arms is already inevitable~

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