Taking Care of My Girls (Patreon)

Disclaimer: There is a small amount of sexual content in this chapter. All characters depicted here are above the age of consent.

It is lime, not a lemon.

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Helena

It is already a habit for Helena to drop by Hector’s house at the end of her day. It normally happens after a patrol; one round of cleaning society of it is trash, and she yearns for a hot bath, good food, and some companionship from her friends.

Not just her; everyone feels the same, meeting at the end of the day for small talk and to chill. It helps that teleportation is something trivial to them

Of course, they don't always meet. Even with teleportation, everyone, especially Hector, can get busy or simply just want some time to themselves. In this case, she can always just talk a little with Isabella and rob Hector’s fridge before going to her home.

Tonight, she used the designated door of her apartment connected to Hector’s house, but instead of going through the layers of security rooms to reach his home, she ended up somewhere else.

It is obvious she is still inside Isabella’s Infinite Castle because of the predominantly Japanese design.

But that is not what surprises Helena… And even the fact that the number of people is much greater than average in this big room doesn't surprise Helena, because she knows Hector's subordinates are growing steadily.

What surprises her is that all those women are half-naked or totally naked….

‘Boooooooobs...’ Her bisexual brain locks in on the most eye-catching things on the run.

Despite her preferences, Helena was always respectful of her friends and never made them uncomfortable in any way, but to be fair, it is pretty hard for anyone in any spot of the sexuality spectrum to see the scene in front of her and not have this first thought.

There are a lot of boobs, of the most varied sizes and shapes, even of different colors, all glistening and…

“Okay… this is not what it looks like.” Hector, the only man in the room, suddenly says. The corner of his mouth tugs into a smirk because he knows exactly how this looks, but he also knows Helena won't jump to conclusions.

She then exaggeratedly rolls her eyes and facepalms. “Please tell me this is not an orgy…”

“I wish…” Harley comments from the side, lying on a massage table with a happy expression, staring dazedly at the ceiling.

All the women around are in a similar state of happiness, Helena noticed.

Even the quiet ones like Cassandra and Isabella.

Everyone is at their own table, some sitting, some sprawled, some supporting themselves with their arms, some wearing bikinis at least the bottoms- but all of them have a towel to cover their boobs… The problem is that no one seems that interested in doing that beyond Isabella and a few others.

Even Cassandra only has her towel around her shoulders, and by chance it's covering her nipples. People like Shego and Harley don’t care and are fully nude. There are many others Helena isn't familiar with, and their state of undress varies. 

“It is just a little reward and a team-bonding moment… Just you girls have a chance to meet each other.” Hector smiles while using a small towel to dry his hands and forearm. 

He is wearing his usual sweatpants, but his shirt is sleeveless; this is a rare day when he shows off his arms.

“Really? Isn’t that only an excuse for you to put your hands on our bodies?” Pamela challenges.

“I don’t need excuses to do that.” He says it so casually, with a confident tone that would anger anyone because of how cocky he is… if it weren't the truth. “You are a little late, Helena; I already finished the rest.”

“I don’t doubt that.” She comments while looking around, “I got caught following a guy and wasted a lot of time because I wanted to see his contact.” 

Helena walks between the tables, nodding to the ones she doesn’t know yet.

There is the new Jinx girl, who apparently is Harley’s protegé now. She is pale and flat as a board, but has pretty long hair.

There is Hector’s business secretary, Mirage. A slim but pretty thing, like a model.

There is also Chun-Li, Juri Han, Raven, Planetina, Amelie, and it goes like that… Seeing it like that, she finally realizes the numbers have increased a lot; it is just that the small, original group stayed mostly the same.

“But now I am glad I was late.” Helena scoffs

“Hey, don’t be like that… I can still take care of you.” Hector smiles. “Initially, I just planned to massage Shego and then another day massage Harley and then go on like that, but Harley appeared. Then I would make a group massage, but she was with Jinx, and things got out of hand when I started calling the rest.” He explains. “But I was very professional and respectful.” He puts a hand over his heart.

“And why are they naked?”

“Don’t trust that bastard.” Someone Helena doesn’t know suddenly exclaims.

A pale woman with red eyes and an equally red face, her massage bed beside Shiraori, speaks. She struggles to push herself up on her elbows, her body twitching, and points a trembling finger at Hector, her tone accusatory.

“We all are using bikinis initially, but then he lays us down, hands start sprouting all around, the liquid coming from them, the smell…and he starts whispering things in our ears… and… and… and suddenly we are naked!”

“...” Hector just continues to smile gently.

“You are one of the first to be taken off your bikini,” Shiraori says in a deadpan, relaxed tone, lying with her eyes closed, a towel covering her body.

“Master?!” The girl shouts in betrayal, and now Helena can see some fangs.

“It was just to massage them better,” Hector says innocently

“You are simply too good of a smooth talker.” Amelie chuckles throatily, her perky bluish-purple boobs bared proudly.

“Hmpf, if he had the balls, he would do more.” Juri Han comments on the side, but her bitchy attitude is severely weakened by the massive blush on her face and the way she is twitching. Even her predatory smile and the way she licks her lips while looking at Hector don't look scary when she looks like she can barely stand.

“Seriously, what the hell did you do with them?” Helena has to ask

“What? Nothing much… I just used some powers to give them a literal Super-Spa experience. I have a lot wellness/cosmetic enhancing powers. Check their skin.” Hector points out.

“It is true, I feel as smooth as a baby.” Chun-Li comments

“Your skin was already excellent, my dear.” Hector smiles at her before winking, a rare flirting moment from the guy.

“Blergh.” Juri Han makes a show of vomiting on the side, but Hector ignores her in favor of talking with Helena.

“So… wanna give it a try?” He steps aside to reveal the only empty massage bed, reserved for her.

“It is a trap…” Raven tries to warn her. “But a very nice trap…” She adds, blushing. THAT Raven is blushing.

One thing Helena noticed was how comfortable most of them were showing their bodies to each other. Hector talks a lot of bullshit, but this “team-bonding event” seems to have worked in the end despite it all.

She remembers Harley saying something some time ago after a certain night and how she got with Shego, ‘Nothing bonds women more than moaning together.’ 

Helena left the room after that because she doesn’t want to hear how Hector seemingly destroyed them in bed.

“Jokes aside, you know how I am,” Hector finally speaks, smiling but a little more serious.

“...” Yeah, she knows him. He would never cross a line or take advantage of her, and she bets an arm that those women complaining probably would have let him do more. “Whatever… let’s see what all of this is about.”  She finally agrees with a shrug.

“You can take your clothes behind that screen.” Hector points. “The rest can go take a shower and eat in the next room… Initially I was gonna prepare a banquet with a certain power of mine to ‘cleanse’ you all, but let’s leave that to a later date.”

“Ugh…” The women starts standing up slowly, knees shaking.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

“...” Seeing that, Helena starts having second thoughts.

Even the serious Isabella has her hair a mess.

Helena doesn’t want to say this out loud, but it really looks like they all have been fucked.

“Don’t worry, girl~ It is great.” Shego pats her arm as she walks away, adjusting the towel around her torso.

One by one, they leave the room, and Helena finds herself alone with Hector. What is strange is that there is a sudden tension in the air, something that never happened between the two.

She steals a glance at him as he cleans and organizes the room, then walks beside the screen to take off her clothes.

“So, this idea came from where?” She asks, so the silence doesn't feel suffocating. 

“During my little vacation, I ended up massaging Emma Frost after she teased me, then I realized I never did a ‘complete service’ to my own girls, then… well, it happened as I already explained.” His voice comes from the other side of the screen

“You? Giving an outsider woman a massage? And falling to some teasing?” She raises an eyebrow; her tone is teasing.

She can almost see him roll his eyes before answering, “I am not that much of an antisocial with other women… And Emma Frost is a special case.”

“Put more ‘special’ on that.” She finally removed all her clothes and put on the bikini she found in the box with her name. She will not question how he has her measurements at this point.

The bikini is not that revealing, even if she thinks it could have more cloth and fewer strings, but she guesses it is the norm for a massage.

She emerges from behind the screen and continues, “Too bad it didn’t work out between you two.”

Hector turns, not even once looking below her eyes. “It is what it is.” He shrugs

“Your stoicism is always refreshing.” She comments with an amused smile.

“Haha, I try.”

“Others would pursue those women that like you a little more fervently.” She walks to the massage bed. “They are giving all signals.”

“I prefer to put my efforts into making the woman in my life happy instead of chasing more.”

“Wise… So, I lay on my back or on my front first.” She asks, a little unsure.

“Whatever… The main part that I want to massage is your shoulders, back, and legs… But I will just touch what you allow. If you want a full massage, just choose the order. The skin treatment will need me touching almost everywhere, but you can say no to that.” He explains

“Did you make this offer to the others?”

“Yes, they could all stop me at any time…” He gives her a smile that turns into a roguish, playful smirk. “...but they never did.”

“...” Helena watches his eyes turn into crescents as his smile widens. “You can be very creepy, you know that?”

“Hahaha, just kidding! It is just a warning that the Helena of the future may allow more than the Helena of the present, so you should trace a line on the ground now… or choose a safeword.”

“I am not using a safeword.” She scoffs. What is this? Some sexual play? “Just…don’t go too far.” 

Don’t go too far? What? Shouldn’t she be saying something like, ‘Don’t try anything?’ Not even she understands why she said ‘too far’ instead of simply stating a clear limit. It is too vague.

“Okay.” Hector nods. “Just a professional and friendly massage. Fair warning: friends tease each other.” He smiles playfully

“Yep, that is it. I am getting out here.” She does a U-turn and starts walking away, a little too aware that she is presenting her bikini-clad ass to him.

“Hey, stop. Just a joke… seriously, you don’t want a full awkward professional silence. Believe in me.”

She pauses and looks at him over her shoulder. “Hm, I guess you have a point.”

Casual talk and joking about the situation look a hundred times better than a simple, crushing silence. If Hector were a random professional masseur, maybe it would be preferable the other way, but he is not.

Helena gives one last look at his neutral smile and goes back to lying on her back. She trusts him not to take advantage of this situation. If it were any other male, she would obviously think they are trying to fuck her.

“Oh, starting with the front? Okay.” Hector shrugs

“Yeah, I want to see what you are doing.” She puts the tips of her two fingers on her eyes, and then gesticulates at him with the universal motion of ‘I am watching you’. “My boobs are out of bounds.”

“Your lack of faith in me wounds my fragile heart.” He shakes his head sadly as he approaches the table 

“There is no part of you that is fragile.” She scoffs

“You would be surprised.” He chuckles, and before she can comment, he continues, “You can tell me if you want me to stop… or more.”

She gives him the middle finger because his last word is heavy with innuendo.

With one last laugh, he raises his hand so she can see liquid emerging on his palm, like he is breaking a record for sweating, but she knows it is just another of his powers.

He then turns his hand and lets the liquid be poured onto her abdomen. Helena sees that the transparent liquid has some viscosity, and it is a little warm.

“What is this?” She can’t help but ask

“Something that, if sold, would make anyone a billionaire. A perfect combination of everyday components in lotions and skin moisturizers, together with special liquids that can only be created with my body.” He says, “The list is kind of very big; do you want me to tell you?”

“Nah, too much nerd stuff.” She says dismissively

“That is true. From an outsider's perspective, it can look very simple, but what I am doing is extremely complex and complicated.” Hector reaches for her body, his two hands holding her sides, thumb circling her tummy.

“...” Helena stiffens; she doesn’t think he really started, but this hold is more or less suggestive, his strong grip making her imagination fly. ‘That is some strong and big hands around my small waist…’

Oblivious to her thoughts, Hector continues, “...I even have a weird power that can wash away people’s evil. I am using it in a very small dose to just wash off negative energy from your body.”

“Eh, is that a thing?”

“Much like our muscles, bones, and tendons that move all day, our minds are in constant strain as we go through our lives… Especially us who are exposed to a lot of shit in this world. It is like we are in a radioactive zone without a hazmat suit… Now I am gonna wipe it off you.”

His hands move up, squeezing her sides as his thumbs continue to make small circles on her abs.

“hn…” Helena lets out a small moan, her eyes widening when she notices what she's just done.

“...” Hector seems not to have noticed, but that is impossible… He just doesn’t want to comment. “There is nothing to be ashamed of.” No, he will comment.

She forgot that he is the type to tackle awkward situations head-on. Helena curses him and his doctor background.

“Another thing many people overlook is how sensitive our abdomen is… Our entrails are interlocked in a web of nerves. There are a lot of acupuncture points around here too, and all without any bone protection.” He finally removes his hand from her sides but presses his knuckles on her stomach.

His knuckles make massage motions as they move around her tummy, and sometimes his fingers uncoil to press a specific point.

Helena feels uncomfortable pressure, then relief when he pulls his finger away.

“I could make you shit yourself with three finger strikes.” He comments

“Do that, and you are dead.” She replies seriously.

“Hahah, relax… It was just a technique to make the person empty their bowels in case they're poisoned. But it is effective in a fight too. I can teach you.”

“I am not interested in making my opponents shit themselves.”

“Is that so? Illyana was.” He says with a fond smile. “She was very eager to learn pressure strikes.”

“I am a little afraid of how this girl will turn out with you mentoring her.”

“She will be great.” He says with a proud tone.

“Cassandra gonna be jealous…” Helena says while paying attention to his expression

“Hm? There is nothing much more I can teach Cassandra at the moment. Her growth will come with experience now.” He says while finally stopping massaging her stomach, now grabbing her arm and rubbing off that strange liquid on it.

“Try not neglecting her.”

“I am not neglecting anyone… Well, I can always do better, but I am trying. This, today, is an example.” He comments with a strange expression that Helena can’t identify.

“Yep… We all know that.” She smiles

“Heh, no need to try to console me.” He gives her a smirk, finally done with rubbing her arms and massaging at the same time.

Then he settles with her hand, with it between his two thumbs on her palm and other fingers massaging the rest.

“...” Once again, Helena found herself in a little awkward situation. Hand-holding shouldn’t feel this awkward…

But for some reason, she feels heat creeping into her face because of this simple gesture. It feels very good; obviously, her hands and fingers that are always under a lot of stress are relaxing as if they are becoming clouds, so light that she is almost not feeling them.

“Ahem There are some faces before that I don’t know, like that vampire with Shiraori.” Helena makes some small talk

“Sophia? She was from the same world as Shiraori, strange master-student relationship, by the way. Shiraori has her on a leash.” Hector says, “She was pretty arrogant and disrespectful at first, so after she was put in her place, I decided to throw her a bone.”

“Look at you acting nice.”

“I am always nice.”

“Nice to hot girls, you mean.” She accuses, her voice filled with mirth

“Ha-ha.” He laughs sarcastically, moving to massage her other arm.

“Just saying… I am not seeing any man around here.” She teases

“I would not bring a man to look at my women's bodies.” He replies like it is obvious

“And what about Edna?” She thinks she got him now

“Jokes on you; I already massaged Edna at her home; she was the first… treated me like a servant.”

“Hahaha! That I can imagine.”

“If she was not so busy with her projects, she would be here again to socialize with you guys.” He continues, “Something about an end-of-the-year event, winter clothes, or whatever.”

“Ah yes, the year is already ending…”

“Crazy, huh? I don’t know if it was quick or slow.” Hector shows a pensive expression. “So much happened…”

“Yeah… I think it was pretty slow, but it arrived without me even noticing.”

“It is because we got a lot of new experiences. For ordinary people who go to the same school every day, do the same job, and take the same routes, talking to the same people, time starts speeding up… Your brain starts fusing very similar memories. When people change their habits, houses, jobs, that is when they notice time for what it is.” He explains as he presses some good points on her palm.

“That makes sense.”

“With our lives, we are never gonna get bored, and time will pass slowly.”

“Ugh, so we are gonna be doing this for how long again?” She makes a joking, disgruntled expression.

“Ten years minimum.”

“That is pretty specific…” She eyes him

“It is my prediction of how long the actual system will hold on before I need to step up my game.”

“You mean taking over the world?” She raises an eyebrow

“I mean reinventing heroism. Sorry, but caped crusaders are not an everlasting solution. Eventually, society and the government will have to integrate people with powers into their services. We can’t continue asking for equal treatment while operating outside the system. My race against time is to correct society and the government before they try to force it and we have a bad Registration Act, militarization, obligatory conscription, etc etc.” Hector’s hands finally move to her thighs. “I really don’t want to, but I think it is almost certain the responsibility will fall into my lap. I am not in a hurry, but things will speed up when (and if) I am forced to found a nation of metas.”

“You talk like it is a foregone conclusion.”

“...” Hector gives her a tired look. “Unfortunately, my heroic reputation will not be enough to change the governments around the world… I will have… to… play politics.” He shudders

“Oh, the horror.” She exclaims in faux shock too.

“Right?” He asks, now smiling.  He falls into a little silence as he rubs her legs, but then he asks in a low tone, “And what do you think of this?” He looks up from her leg, his hand movement stopping as he stares at her face.

“...” Helena understands this isn't a question to take lightly. She and Hector have a certain connection because they understand a hero world like this one better than most. 

And he knows that she fought people with similar plans as his in the past, and those people are villains

In other circumstances, a year before… It wouldn't be weird for her to put up arms against him… no, she is sure she would be against him if he tried to do it in her former world, when she was a hero there.

“I trust you.” But the circumstances changed.

A different universe, different circumstances, different perspectives, and a different Helena. She can understand where he is coming from. That is the path of true peace; someone has to do it… Someone will one day do it.

So it must be him.

“I will be by your side in this messed-up path of yours.” She nods, confirming again.

He smiles. “Thank you, and fair warning… it will be messy. High chances of things going out of control; we may have to fight some of our friends if I can’t convince them… Haah~” He releases a tired sigh again.

He is overthinking; Helena knows him this much. Probably already picturing in his mind the many broken friendships and friends he will need to fight to accomplish his vision.

Again, she knows this world's circumstances best. She knows fights between heroes are almost an inevitability.

“You can convince them… never met a more motherfucker smooth talker than you.” She teases, slapping his arm. “You still have time to be a lawyer.”

He laughs and goes back to focks on her legs. “I prefer to be the judge nowadays, doing that a lot lately.”

Without giving her time to answer, his strong hands squeeze her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh and their tips moving dangerously close to her crotch when he rubs them on her sensitive inner part.

“Ahn~ Mmm.” Helena can’t hold the moan; her inner thigh was really sensitive, and she was not ready for how close it got.

She gets immediately embarrassed, but Hector only smiles.

“It is okay… it is even better that you let it out. Everyone did, in front of each other, and it's just the two of us here.”

“I will not- Hng! Ahn♥  Mm~ !!!”

“...”

Her eyes widen as he continues to give her a teasing smile; he purposefully presses a place on her inner thigh, and she feels a pleasant shock running through her crotch and spine. 

“You are saying?” He raises a brow, a smirk still on his face.

“I was- Mmmmm♥ !” She moans again, “Stop thaaaAAAaat~~ Ooooh! F-Fuck you!”

“Huhu~”

Now she is starting to understand what the other women are talking about.

This is not normal. Just by massaging her thighs, he is invoking strong sensations, her body answering to his touch as if it belongs to him. It shouldn’t be this… sexual and pleasurable.

“Okay, now that we warmed up and you got a teaser of what is to come, I can start for real.” He warns

“Start for what now?” She raises her head to stare at him in disbelief, but his fingers are already running on her skin. “Mother- AaaAaanh~”

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Helena is a hot mess right now.

Never in her life had she been so aroused but at the same time relaxed. It is a roller coaster of pleasure and calmness that assaults her body constantly.

Now she is lying on her front; at some point her bikini bottom was unlaced, and Hector's fingers are moving on her back like she is an instrument he is very familiar with, playing a masterpiece.

She is equally familiar with those fingers now; they have run through a good part of her body by now.

“MmmmMmm♥ ~” With her forehead on her forearm, she bites her lips to suppress a moan, but if only Helena knew how her body is twitching, she would give up on this foolish attempt.

Hector’s big hand spreads his fingers on her back and caresses it all the way up to her shoulders, making every muscle loosen like he is untying her knots.

Then his hands start moving back as they also slowly move to the side, enough for his fingertips to graze her sideboobs, spilling out because they're flattened against the table.

“Y-You have no honor! Banished from the Boy Scouts!” She breathes out as his hands finally reach her waist, teasing, not going any further down. “Hnngh~, ahn…”

“I only want to make you feel good.” He says in a low tone, whispering conspiratorially, his voice just adding to her overall arousing situation. 

Then he says. “Helena…” The way he calls her name also does wonders to her.

The question is implicit, because the only part of her back that he hasn’t touched yet… is her butt.

“...whatever…” She mutters, trying to keep her voice steady.

A flash of the other girl's warnings from before appears in her mind, but she is too far gone to care… She will not stop now.

That is all confirmation he needs. That and the fact Helena unconsciously raised her butt a little, arching her back to him.

She waits with great anticipation for him to start. Helena feels that warm liquid being poured on her asscheeks and then his hands.

“Ah, Mmm~” Even bracing herself, the sensation of his fingers sinking into her butt is still electrifying. 

It doesn’t look like a massage at first, just a possessive brag of a lover, his fingers sinking into her soft asscheeks… but she can feel how his fingertips press just the right spots to release a lot of her tension.

And that is only the beginning. After that, he starts treating her ass like dough, squeezing, kneading, massaging, caressing… every word in the dictionary.

His touch really shouldn’t feel this good on her globes, but it does. Helena is trembling as she tries to hold back the moans from escaping her throat; her toes are curling, and her body is taut like a bowstring.

And that makes the moment of relaxation all the greater, when he carries her to the greatest height and then lets her fall gently. Every time his hands sink into her ass, the higher the heights he brings her, and the more aroused she gets.

‘I really shouldn’t have got in this damn table!’ “Oh… Mmm~ Ah♥ Hng…”

The worst part is that during this whole massage, she has been dangling on the edge of an orgasm. Every time he lets her fall, she almost hits the ocean of pleasure, splashing all over, but that is when he catches her again and pulls her to her peak once more.

He is really playing her like a fiddle, edging Helena perfectly.

At some point his fingers slip beneath the strings of her bikini bottom, pausing there a second, silently asking for permission… And what did Helena do? She raised her ass more so that she could peel it off her.

‘Just get this damn thing off me and continue.’

And continue he did. It shouldn’t have made this much of a difference, because it was not a big piece, but for some reason the massage got even better now that he had full access to her ass. Maybe it's the situation itself.

She is getting close… almost there… but every time it escapes her because a massage is simply not enough…

“Helena…” He calls again, voice husky, but even. “Do you want a ‘Happy Ending’?”

“!!” She freezes; her brain knows this may not be a very good idea, but it can’t think too far ahead at the moment.

She finally raises her head and looks over her shoulder so that she can see his face.

He continues, “This is the limit of the line we traced… No second intentions or anything; it's a valid way to end a massage and release all tension… Orgasming is actually good for the brain, for the body, for the mind…” His voice is low, but calm, without any seductiveness or teasing. He talks like a doctor explaining to a patient how a treatment works.

“...did you do it with the others too?” She asks

“With more than you can imagine and more than they will admit.” He gives her a small smile. “Everyone was face down too, and no one knows.”

“...” She can obviously imagine Shego, Harley, and Saeko getting this treatment… but who more? Pamela probably… Maybe Isabella… Juri… Raven? “...fine… but… only that… I trust you.” She mutters, not trusting her own face; she puts her head down again.

“Okay, and don’t worry. The familiarity we have with each other is not something a normal person can understand, and it will not change anything…”

Helena makes a sound of agreement and grits her teeth in anticipation. Hector doesn’t let her wait for long; her arched back and raised butt gave him easy access to everything down there.

He doesn’t need to tease her any more; he'd already edged her enough, so now it was as easy as pressing a button. Two fingers go and lightly pinch her clit.

“Oh fuck! Oooooh~♥” She cums instantly. It was like her nerves were shocked with pleasure.

He was right; the release was instantaneous and the biggest she'd ever had, like a dam breaking.

But he is only starting… He didn’t edge her for so long for nothing; there is a lot of arousal and tension that she needs to get rid of.

So he continues, a finger invading her clamping pussy and another pressing her clit… It was such a simple movement, but with so much power and all the preparation he'd put into it, it made Helena come undone.

Schlick Schlick Schlick Schlick

She cums every time, with each of his movements, orgasm after orgasm, all together becoming the biggest and the longest she ever had.

“Oh, Hector♥ Ahn~ MmmMmm! Fuck! Yees♥ ”

She felt his fingering getting a little erratic for a moment, but she paid it no mind; she was too busy trying to survive the experience. Her muscles were contracting, and her body was twitching crazily; she couldn’t even control her strength, and her grip on the table would have destroyed it if it were a normal object.

Helena doesn’t know for how long she was in that hell of pleasure; she is sure that she will end up crazy at this point… But that is when it stops. Hector’s movement stops, the storm on her mind slowly clears, but she is still suffering in the aftershocks.

Mini-orgasms still hit her like the last raindrops just before the storm ended.

“Oh, damn… fuck… ah…” Without his hand as an anchor, Helena slowly turns to her side, legs clamped shut and still shivering. It is an instinctive defensive movement against Hector.

“How are you feeling?” Hector asks in a professional tone, bringing a towel for her to cover herself.

With a trembling hand, she grabs it and puts it over her torso; now she is once again on her back, breathing hard and flustered, forearm covering her eyes.

“Fuck… you…” She says between hard breaths, “I am never letting you touch me ever again.”

“I am glad you enjoyed it.” He answers with some cheekiness in his tone.

“...” She can’t deny it. It was the best of her life… and it was only his fingers… now imagine if… NO, she doesn’t want to imagine it. ‘Now I know why Shego was always in such a good mood… bitch.’

“I hope we really have enough familiarity with each other that things will not get awkward.” He continues, cleaning his hand with a cloth.

“Whatever, dude… I really don’t want you here right now.” She waves her hand at him

He gasps playfully, “Ah! Used and discarded… Women just want me for my body.”

Despite the situation, Helena smiles. “Glad you caught on quickly. Don’t let yourself be taken advantage of too much out there… There are a lot of perverts. I have a green friend like that; I recommend staying away from her.”

“I wish you warned me earlier.”

The two laugh, proving the point that nothing strange got between them after this act.

“I am going now… take a shower and go eat with the rest. Bye.” Hector says and leans down to kiss her sweaty forehead, his hand gripping the back of her head.

“...bye.” She says dazedly as he disappears.

Now this… this last kiss may have created something strange between the two.

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Eidolon P.O.V.

Hmm… there is that…

I am a little surprised at myself about how… forward I got with Helena, but it didn’t feel so bad at the time.

Maybe I was desensitized by the others that didn’t care, subordinates of mine that I have even less familiarity with, Helena. I really didn’t do any of that with the intention of sleeping with her or changing our relationship…

Even if her moaning my name affected me a little, I will not deny that.

But maybe I'm unconsciously being a little more proactive and possessive after what happened with Emma… is that it? I think not. I think it's just easy to talk and play with Helena, like a female best friend.

I mean, who wouldn’t finger their homies if they are really stressed? A cup of water and an orgasm are also things you don’t deny to a friend.

I stop my flying through the dark skies of New York to think a little.

“Will I really end up sleeping with every female subordinate?”

I guess that, to the heartless Essence, is the best way to ensure loyalty; after all, if they have lovers other than me, things can get complicated… Love is the death of duty.

Even I am falling into this a little. Damn, it is a little hard to live with someone for so long, be stuck with that person, share a lot of amazing experiences, and not start liking them.

That is the trap of the Essence.

With some exceptions, very obvious, out of my strike zone, it is looking like it is just a matter of time till things develop in that way with most of them.

It can happen instantly, like with Harley; take some months, like with Shego; a year, ten, a hundred… Eventually, time will erode whatever barrier exists that prevents a romantic relationship from happening between one of them and me.

Morals, friendship, differences… All will eventually look small and unimportant.

I sigh, hands on my waist, and float in the air.

“I guess my job is to make it develop properly then… as naturally as possible.” After all, if it starts like an artificial matchmaking by the hands of the Essence, it doesn’t mean I can’t take control of the situation. “Maybe it even selects the ones that are more compatible with me for the infinite versions of them.”

I don’t know if I should thank it, or get annoyed… Probably thank it.

I was about to end my little patrol before going to my real destination of the night when I saw another woman in my life with whom I have a complicated relationship on the rooftop.

Hmmm, gonna mess with her a little. Can’t neglect my cute villains too much, after all. I just have a few of them that are cute.

“Looking for someone?” I ask after suddenly appearing behind Black Cat.

She jumps like… like a cat with its tail stepped on and turns around fast; her step back almost makes her fall off the rooftop.

“Damnit, do you wanna kill me??” She asks after recovering

“You would still have eight lives, no?”

“Probably 3 at this point; I live an exciting life.” She throws her hair over her shoulder.

“Dangerous, you mean.”

“The two words walk side by side.”

“True…” I agree before looking at the small pouch on her shoulder. “So… a good haul today?”

“Don’t even think about it!” She suddenly hugs the thing like it is her own child, afraid that I am gonna snatch it from her.

“Please… If I wanted to take it, I would already have. Tonight I am giving you a pass.” 

“...” She still looks at me with suspicious eyes, not relaxing the slightest. “Okay then… so I am going.” She starts to move away, still facing me, totally on guard.”

“...” I just stay in place while rolling my eyes. “Already?”

“Yeah…”

Normally she would annoy me more, but this is a delicate moment… Our last meetings are not that good. She tried to make me jealous; I dismissed her like a two-cent whore in medieval times.

I hope she didn’t take it personally, because I didn’t…. If she wants to be flirty with everyone, that is on her… I just do not play these games and will simply turn around.

If I want to play games, I can literally go to game universes. I mean, I could play with her, but I had a lot in my mind during those meetings… bad timing, I guess.

“Bye then.” I wave at her. Said that, we can still be friends even if her flirting game sucks.

“Bye.” She nods and then turns around to jump to another rooftop.

She was almost at the edge when she stopped suddenly and looked over her shoulder…

Then she looks at the pouch in her hand and opens it after thinking for a moment.

“Motherfucker! There are rocks here!!!”

“...” Oh, I thought she would say something else. “You are learning.” I nod.

“Didn’t you say that you are not gonna take it?” She angrily throws the pouch at my face.

“And I didn’t.” I catch the punch easily and open it myself. “But thank you for surrendering it… You are changing for good. It is by making small efforts like those that you can be reformed.”

Holding one of the “rocks” between two fingers, I raise it so she can see the illusion disappear and reveal the jewel underneath.

Her mouth fell in such a comical way that even I almost laughed.

“You son of a-” She starts slowly.

“Continue on the right path, Black Cat.” I give her a thumbs up and start flying away.

The “EIDOOOLOOOOOOOOON!!!!” shout that I leave behind is music to my ears. It is also for those moments I live for.

Why the heck would I want to live in a fictional world if I couldn’t troll the character too? It is not only about fucking the women and killing the bad guys that a reincarnator lives.

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North Pole

Boom Crash

Yep… My life is weird…

I let my body spin around, crashing into a wall, then another, then another building, then hitting the snow and carving a path.

I slowly rise and shake off the snow from my body. “Damn, that actually hurt…” I massage my jaw.

“Ya think ya can just c’mere and preach ya bullshit in ma face??” A very drunk voice shouts, and a thin silhouette appears from the holes of the building I came from.

“I just want to talk.” I open my arms in a gesture of peace. “Listen…”

“Ah’m noth listening to shit!” The voice shouts again, ‘Cmon, naughty boy… ya on mah list now!”

I sigh loudly. Seriously, do I really have to do this? 

This damn universe where everything needs to be talked with fists first.

“Beating up Santa Claus was not on my bucket list, at all…” I comment as the legendary figure slowly appears, but his appearance is very different from what anyone could picture. “I am never receiving a Christmas gift again, am I?”

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