Inconceivable Ch. 39 (Invincible AU) (Patreon)

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

A/N: Argan and Holly finish their ‘negotiations’ and finalize their arrangement.

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Training Maya had been an enjoyable experience. She was like a sponge, eager to learn and soak up every bit of knowledge he could impart on her. Knowing that they would not be missed back on Earth because of the time difference between the two dimensions also made it easier to focus on the task at hand.

Argan had made his excuses to Anissa, even if he did not need to, and they were even well thought out. Impregnating Maya in the Flaxan Dimension might have had unforeseen side effects, after all. But in truth, he hadn’t put that much thought into it while in the other universe. Really, all he’d cared about was making Maya faster and stronger.

And he’d succeeded too. Through single-minded focus and concentrated power of will, they had both given their all to the task and Maya had come out the better for it. That, Argan was certain of. No need to break her bones or bring her to death’s door time and time again. No, just good old fashioned training with a bit of cheating where the timeline was concerned.

As such, he arranges a meeting with Holly Haven with his head held high and his eyes clear. Eventually, Argan would probably bed Maya and have children with her, just based on her interest in him if nothing else. But it did not have to happen immediately.

Of course, he’s a little surprised when he arrives to the meeting spot with Holly and finds her looking quite angry with him, her arms crossed over her chest and a glare on her face.

“I’m surprised you even asked to meet after what you pulled, Argan.”

Blinking, Argan tilts his head to the side, frowning.

“What are you talking about?”

Holly’s eyes widen in outrage.

“You told Cecil about our little chat! You told him what I asked for from you!”

Hm? Yes, he had done that. But also…

“He already knew. He was surveilling us throughout the meal, as he has been surveilling me and my people since we arrived on this planet. I did not tell him anything he wasn’t already aware of.”

But rather than being surprised or chagrined, Holly just shakes her head sharply.

“Incorrect. He didn’t know, Argan… not until he tricked you into telling him.”

What?

“You think I don’t know about GDA’s surveillance tactics? I’ve been a Guardian of the Globe for quite some time… I know how to arrange a private conversation that they can’t listen in on. The restaurant I took you to prides itself on its security and privacy, and I took you to it with such short notice that GDA wouldn’t have been able to get anything into place to actually have eyes or ears inside of the restaurant. We were completely secure there… until you decided to go and tell all to Director Stedman.”

Argan slowly blinks, absorbing this information. Admittedly, the sheer amount of subterfuge that humans engaged in was… largely beneath him. Besides being aware of the GDA’s efforts in keeping track of every Viltrumite on the planet, Argan hadn’t actually put that much effort into learning the true capacity of their surveillance technology.

He had simply gone for overkill whenever he needed to make sure they couldn’t hear him, such as going to Flaxa or the Moon for whatever conversations need to be had out of their earshot.

But to hear Holly say it… well, it sounded like Cecil had played him for a fool. He should probably be angry about that, but more than anything he’s just impressed. Perhaps this was part of what Thula saw in the balding human…

Still, if Holly is right then he has erred.

“I see. I did not know that.”

That did not mean he would apologize, however. Holly glowers at him a little bit even in the face of his concession.

“I got chewed out because of you. Told off by Cecil for trying to ‘poach’ technological advancements, all because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. As things stand, I’m not sure the arrangement I offered before is even still workable.”

Argan’s gaze sharpens at that.

“Why?”

Holly looks at him like he’s crazy.

“Because the GDA isn’t going to allow it, obviously! If we had been able to set things up before they knew, maybe we could have gotten away with it, but-!”

“The Global Defense Agency and Cecil Stedman have no power over me. They do not make decisions for me. They do not tell me what I can and cannot do.”

Holly stops as Argan cuts her off, looking at him with wide eyes.

“But… if you do this they’ll…”

She trails off, prompting Argan to arch a brow at her. Sure, he didn’t know nearly as much as he clearly needed to about subterfuge, but he had learned quite a bit about politicking since arriving on Earth. The GDA had offered a few lessons on that front.

“They’ll do nothing. They need us more than we need them, Holly Haven. If they try to go back on their deal with me and my people, it will not end well for them. We have been ‘playing nice’ as you humans call it so far… but we will not be treated like pets.”

A shiver runs through Holly’s form as she looks him in the eye.

“N-No… of course not…”

“Our arrangement with the GDA and any technology we’ve shared with them or choose to let them make use of… does not preclude me from offering you even more. Which is precisely what I am here to do. I will do as I please one way or another, with or without Cecil’s knowledge or approval. And he will stay out of my way if he knows what’s good for him.”

Holly licks her lips and Argan detects the same arousal in her as he did in Anissa back on Viltrum and so many times since. His words, his actions, and his demeanor… are turning the human woman on.

“Well then… I suppose I shouldn’t have been all that upset. Of course, they might decide to suspend me from the Guardians for doing this…”

Argan scoffs.

“Let them. You can simply join with us. It will cause… what do you humans call it? A scandal? I doubt Cecil will risk such a thing.”

A toothy grin spreads across Holly’s face.

“You’re right. Fuck… you’re absolutely right. Hah! I’ve let myself get too caught up in all of these damn politics. I’ve allowed the corporate world to squeeze the life out of me for too damn long!”

Just as she’s building up steam, Holly pauses and looks at him.

“… I suppose we should put it into words, shouldn’t we? Exactly what we want from one another?”

Argan shrugs.

“Indeed. You will be given access to what technologies you need to start up your new ‘company’ and dominate this world’s ‘economic sector’. In return, I will bed you and you will bear my children.”

Holly swallows.

“Well now. Quite forward of you. But then, I would be lying if I said I didn’t approve. We have a deal.”

Excellent. Argan nods sharply and takes a step forward, only for Holly to raise a hand in response.

“You wish to copulate now.”

It isn’t a question, but Argan responds all the same, arching a brow.

“As do you.”

At being called out on her own arousal, the brunette flushes a bit… before humming.

“Perhaps I do. But not here. Somewhere more… secluded.”

As she activates her necklace and lifts into the air, Argan follows after her. Knowing now the limitations of Cecil’s surveillance, he has no problem following her to wherever she wishes to mate with him. Eventually, they arrive at what appears to be a remote domicile of sorts.

“Cecil doesn’t know about this place just yet, though I suspect the satellites will eventually track us here. It doesn’t matter; I’ll simply get a new place afterwards. But for now… this will do.”

As she leads him inside, Argan follows close behind her, eager to get to work. Only, when they arrive in the bedroom she turns and abruptly stops him by holding up a hand.

“Hold. I can practically taste your anticipation… but this need not be entirely transactional, no?”

Argan narrows his eyes but lets her guide him to the edge of the bed all the same, sitting down at her urging.

“This is entirely transactional, is it not?”

Holly, or as she is now, War Woman, pauses at that.

“… Perhaps, but that does not mean this cannot be pleasurable for both of us. Let me show you.”

She drops to her knees in front of him as if in supplication. Argan finds himself watching her even as she removes her chestplate and headpiece without actually depowering herself like before. He still doesn’t fully understand how her specific abilities work, but he certainly prefers her at her strongest rather than at her weakest.

His eyes gaze upon her naked chest, even as she reaches for his crotch and quickly pulls out his cock. Her fingers slide along his length, gripping and stroking it and drawing a grunt from Argan’s lips as he watches her work him over.

Smirking up at him, War Woman arches a brow.

“There are millions of men who fantasize about a chance to have me like this. On my knees before them, submissive. The Great War Woman, yielding to their ‘machismo’.”

Argan furrows his brow.

“… You are far from the strongest woman I have ever bedded.”

The heroine pauses at that… before letting out a bark of dry laughter.

“You certainly know how to sweet talk a woman, Argan.”

He senses that she’s employing what the humans call ‘sarcasm’ here and simply grunts in response. Smirking at his reaction, War Woman shrugs.

“Fine. Let me show you why you’re not just plunging it in and having your way with me.”

And then she leans forward… and places her mouth on his cock. Argan must admit, such a thing had never really crossed his mind before. It is… pointless, is it not? There is no possibility of reproduction here. She cannot get pregnant if he spends his seed down her gullet instead of her womb.

Yet at the same time, there is something undeniably pleasurable about her efforts. The human heroine certainly knows what she’s doing as she bobs up and down his member, her tongue adding an unexpected element to the experience that is quite unlike the feel of Anissa’s walls wrapping around his length.

In short order, Argan is rock hard. War Woman pulls back and arches a brow at him as she smiles.

“Enjoyable, no?”

Considering that for a moment, Argan finally nods. There’s no point in lying about it, after all.

“Enjoyable… yes. But also frivolous.”

Huffing at him, War Woman rolls her eyes.

“Frivolity implies no purpose. But sex is more than just reproduction… it’s a partnership. You and I are going into business together in more ways than one. There’s a multitude of reasons for us to make sure we start things off right.”

Again, Argan considers her words. Again, he finds no fault with them. Nodding sharply, he reaches down and picks her up off the ground, causing her to yelp as he swiftly lays her on the bed.

“W-Whoa!”

He might have moved a little swiftly, but he sees no reason to waste his time… as he lowers his mouth to War Woman’s crotch.

“Oh wow… I’ll be honest, I didn’t think I had a chance in hell of convincing you to return the favor.”

Argan pauses and furrows his brow at this.

“Why not? We are starting things off right, are we not?”

“Hah… you really are an alien, Argan. Very well. Show me what that tongue can do.”

And so he does. Admittedly, he has no clue what he’s doing… so he does a little bit of everything and keeps a careful eye on not just War Woman’s reactions, but also the micro-reactions of her body. Every twitch, every tremble, every shudder. Sometimes he misses the mark, but soon enough his tongue seems to be driving her just as wild as his phallus always drives Anissa.

“Ah! A-Argan! Fuck, I can hardly believe you’ve never done this before!”

Hmph. He has not… but he is a Viltrumite. Excelling is what they do. Always.

Of course, once she begins to leak more than her fair share of fluids, he pulls his mouth back, deeming it time for the ‘main event’. His cock, throbbing and glistening with her saliva, comes between War Woman’s legs as she watches him approach, her bared chest heaving in anticipation.

She makes no comment as he slides inside of her, only letting out an audible groan of pleasure and tossing her head back in visible enjoyment. Argan feels a sense of pride at this and realizes that the human woman is right. He does not want to just ‘transact’ with her, having her bear his child in exchange for his and his people’s help in her next endeavors.

No… if she is to be a mother of Viltrumites, he wants more from her. He wants a proper relationship. She is not his first mate and can never replace Anissa, but that does not mean they cannot be close all the same.

Leaning forward, Argan grabs her by her hair and pulls her into a kiss as he continues to fuck her. At first War Woman is surprised, her eyes widening and her body tensing up. But then she relaxes again, her gaze growing lidded as she kisses him back.

Of course, Argan does not brook any sort of defiance. He dominates the encounter, both between their tongues and the rest of it. His cock slides in and out of her toughened, powerful feminine body, pressing deep into her again and again.

He does have to hold back though. She’s strong but considerably weaker than Anissa is and if he’s not careful, he could still hurt her. It leaves him wondering how the others are managing with normal human women… or how Nolan manages with his mate.

But never mind that. The experience is still more than pleasurable enough. War Woman’s cunt squeezes around his shaft repeatedly and she even tosses her head back and cries out at one point, her inner walls truly clenching down and flexing along his length.

Finally, Argan grunts into her lips and unloads inside of her. He fills her with his seed and feels her shudder beneath him in response. When he pulls back, she’s panting heavily… and the bed beneath them is utterly destroyed, having been unable to survive the coupling of two powered individuals.

Looking around, War Woman lets out a huff of laughter.

“R-Right… I probably should have had the place reinforced before bringing you here. Not that it matters that much… like I said, I’ll just sell it and move on once Cecil gets ahold of the coordinates. So… want to help me ‘stress test’ the rest of its surfaces?”

Argan is proud of himself for recognizing the context of the innuendo presented to him. Smirking, he inclines his head.

“It would be my pleasure. And yours.”

Letting out another laugh, the brunette just shakes her head.

“You really are full of yourself in the best way possible, aren’t you?”

They spend the next several hours demolishing the cabin. And Argan is confident by the time they are done that he has secured not just another mother for his children, but also a proper partner.

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A/N: Argan learning a bit more from Holly than he was expecting, hah!

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