IM/DC Chapter 223 (Patreon)

“Why is Howard the Duck being sold as a slave on Xandar?” I asked the duckman as he downed another bottle of beer for the first time since he was imprisoned. Whispering ‘That’s good stuff.’ before answering me. “What do you think genius? I might be unique but the Collector sold me off for a tenth of what he paid for me because I was annoying.” He said the word annoying while doing air quotes.

I mutter under my breath ‘That checks out.’ before asking. “And you’re a certified ship captain?” Downing another beer before adding it to the pile of bottles. “That I am.” Well, I got my pilot. He stood up from the seat after downing twenty beers and staggered backward, slamming into the wall… I should probably go get a backup pilot just in case.

After going back and purchasing a Kree pilot ‘Just in case.’ we made our way into orbit. Howard the Duck somehow hit the exact buttons to get us into space completely shitfaced drunk. The short Kree pilot looked on in shock at his ability to function let alone fly a spacecraft while in his current inebriated state. Well… Now that that was done I had a spaceship headed to the next area, I looked over the known planetary locations of the allies and enemies of the Nova Corps.

Unfortunately, it looked like the Galaxies were more separated in this universe than how combined Earth was. All of the information the Nova Corps knew involved Marvel locations without any DC crossover. It meant that Krypton and other DC planets weren’t in this quadrant of the universe and I’d have to deal with Marvel space things before heading to DC… Well, not necessarily. The probes I had going were already hitting populated planets. Eventually, they’d meet up with a space-faring alien race involving the DC universe.

Who knew how long it could take, weeks possibly months-. I’m alerted by the information that one of my drones exploring the opposite end of the galaxy away from the Marvel quadrant had been destroyed. Now, normally that would be bad news, except it took a lot of firepower to take one down. Unless the person who did it were superhuman they’d have to be far along the technological path.

I wasn’t entirely sure it was in the DC quadrant, for all I knew there were aliens from the real world in this universe but I had the feeling it was a DC planet. Finding a race with the strength or technological know-how to destroy one of my drones wasn’t something I’d expect from a non-warlike race. The good thing is it pinged before it was destroyed which gave me to perfect coordinates to teleport to. Teleporting over, I had no idea what to expect.

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Maxima’s Point of View

For as long as I could remember, we’d never had a single unmanned vessel scan our planet. The automatic defenses handled it but for some reason, I got a prickling sensation in the back of my head. The same sensation when I knew someone strong would be on their way. The sixth sense of danger was what saved our race many times. I hadn’t remembered which race we bred with to gain the ability, but for as long as Almeric existed we had the danger sense.

I altered my clothing to its armored version, we had some of the best blacksmiths in the galaxy. For each possible profession, we could have interbred with alien races that would make us better at that thing. I knew our blacksmiths could work almost indefinitely and were almost completely immune to forge fumes and heat, but I was tailor-made for leading. Interbred with some of the most powerful races, I could fight on a similar level to Superman.

Not only were we a naturally strong race but because of our interbreeding practices with other alien races, we were close to the best in every aspect of galactic professions. We made the best ships, had the best weapons, and were some of the smartest and also the strongest of all the races. Which was why we were targeted so often for warfare. 

We were too much of a threat. The only reason I was still unmarried was because Superman wouldn’t marry me, and also Superman helped stop the weaker races from ganging up on our planet and forcing me to marry a weaker being. My royal DNA ached to be bred by a strong suitor. That was how all Almeracians worked. If they wanted to be blacksmiths and saw an alien race that was good at blacksmithing they’d do whatever they had to to bed them. 

I was preparing for a battle, as much as my senses worked it wasn’t foolproof. There were more false positives than actual threats at this point. Unless someone as strong as Superman showed up then I had nothing to worry about. A man appeared in front of me. One instant I was standing near the downed drone the next the man was between me and it.

As he appeared all my instincts began to scream. My body began to instinctively prepare itself for the upcoming fight. I couldn’t help but lunge at the man the moment I regained my senses.

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Almost the second I appeared on the planet I was tackled to the ground by an attractive redhead. She had half her clothes off before I realized what was happening and began to strip as well. She looked familiar but I couldn’t place where I knew her from until I was inside her. Maxima! She’s that horny girl who wanted Superman to fuck her in the Superman TV show.

She was drenching wet and as I checked her kinks the gauge to have a child went up to eleven and then the power failed because it couldn’t register how badly she wanted this. Normally there would be a fight to prove I was a worthy husband for her but she knew it was unnecessary, all that mattered to her at the moment was getting my seed in her belly.

I wouldn’t disappoint her. As she came to her first orgasm I was feeling myself grow close to, her superhuman pussy quite possibly tied with Wonder Woman on tightness. An entire planet full of aliens who practiced eugenics as a race made them all nearly perfect. The strongest of their race possibly some of the only women who could get my true body to cum besides Kryptonians and Goddesses. 

I couldn’t hold back anymore as she pulled an orgasm from me. I fired my first shot into her, she was already guaranteed pregnant with twins but she showed no signs of slowing down. I didn’t stop her as she grew more excited by me as time passed. This was looking to be a long night, and possibly day and night again.