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I teleported back to the Marauders and saw they were still in processing to get their Nova Empire citizenship. Having a god-like entity as a part of their race was speeding up the bureaucratic process but that only meant it would take them weeks instead of months for the processing to happen. The decades for humanity to be considered a member of the galactic empire shortened to years, all because I could fuck up their plans just by getting a little angry.

I leave them to it as I teleport onto the Duck Dodgers(Name of the ship) that Howard the Duck piloted. He was an entire system in the wrong direction and as I noticed that the moment I left he changed which direction he was travelling I started to get a little mad. Not only did I buy his freedom and give him a ship to pilot, I also offered to free him in just a month or so. A quick ping showed that the dwarf Kree pilot I also hired was tied up in a separate room.

In one swift motion, I teleported over to him, and before he even noticed I ripped his arm from his body. His clear disregard for the freedom I gave him and the ship I let him pilot almost had me rip his head off instead. I was half tempted to just give up on the idea of having my own spaceship as I could just teleport around the universe or use ninth-tier magic to fly through space.

Losing his arm immediately sobered the Duckman as he looked at me in sheer terror. I learned enough to set the autopilot as I let him stew in his fear while I set it back towards Knowhere. Doing that I warned him. “If you go off course again, I’ll kill you.” With the threat applied, I regrew his arm in an instant. He had gone far enough off course that it would take as long to reach Knowhere as it would have from Xandar.

As I was deciding what to do, I leaned towards teleporting back to Earth for a few days. A gigantic spaceship uncloaked behind us and I felt us being pulled in towards the ship. I couldn't help but marvel at the size of the thing. I was flying one of the larger classifications of ships but this was even bigger than a dreadnought. It was equivalent to the size of the moon and looked like something you’d see in Star Wars, not Marvel.

It wasn’t the Deathstar though. Closer to a star destroyer but still not the same, it looked more… Rounded? Like it was designed to house people instead of fighting against other ships. When I set the autopilot it removed our cloaking function, the ship must have been close enough to pick up on it and get into position before we could start moving at any intense speeds.

I wasn’t going to let my irritation at Howard put me in a bad mood for whatever meeting I was walking into. If they were a war race or something like that… Well, it’s their own fault for starting this. I wait for the tractor beam to pull us in and set us down before opening the door. As I do so over a hundred men are there pointing futuristic rifles at us.

For a few tense moments, we just stared at each other until their leader spoke up. “What are you doing in this sector of the galaxy? Don’t you know this is run by the Worldless Collective?” I haven’t ever heard of that group before but with the galaxy being as big as it was that wasn’t surprising. I wouldn’t know most of the giant galactic empires let alone the smaller factions in the universe. I explained what happened as they took me to see the leader.

The ship was a collective of different races who all lost their home planet. Seven different races of aliens and three stood out to me. Zenn-Lavian, Banari, and Sajians. Zenn-Lavians were very close to humans, with the same skin colors and hair as us but their eyes were like mood rings. They could change color depending on how they felt. 

Banari was a race of red-skinned beauties. Their race was exclusively female and could change their appearance to adapt to their partner's likes and dislikes. Saijians were a race of space elves. Most had white hair, with some blonde, and very few were black-haired, but all were extremely attractive, with cat-like eyes and pointed ears. They were the first magical race I came upon with different roles developed, but most were part of the healers of the ship/planet they lived on.

Somehow the three leaders of the three races I took a fancy to ended up taking me on a ‘special’ tour. The final thing they wanted to show me was Shalla Bal’s bedroom. Shalla Bal looked like Lois Lane, maybe a bit thicker with more luxurious puffier hair but they could easily pass as sisters. Tamara Rahn was a red-skinned beauty who made her tits almost imperceptively bigger every time I looked away from her. Last but not least was Zsaji, she looked very similar to the other elves but all of them were attractive. She was one of eleven with the power to revive another at the cost of her own life.

They were all beautiful in their own way but as the three teamed up together to take me down, I couldn’t help but thank my luck again. Howard had come far out of the way and things worked out perfectly in my favor again to have me bed even more beauties I would have missed if things didn’t play out exactly as they did. 

Sex for most alien races was quick and straight to the point, if they lasted for more than a single orgasm that would be impressive. None of these races were like that, all three of them burned long and hot. Shalla liked playing with my balls, sucking and slurping to the best of her ability. Her eyes shifted from orange for passion to pink for lust as she did so.

Tamara was more energetic, riding me in reverse cowgirl as she excitedly bounced up and down on my cock. She popped herself off me for a brief moment before sitting down on my lap so we could stare into each other's eyes. Her body was the strongest out of the three. The three of them would make a very good team with the charismatic leader, the muscle, and the healer working together. 

Zsaji was more affectionate. She liked skin-to-skin contact as she let me make slow and passionate love to her. All three were only surprised for a moment when I made three of me but they just rolled with the situation. Truly being beautiful was the cheat code of life that let things like this happen more often than not. 

As another night passed and Howard took the ship out of the dock, I couldn’t help but give all my new women a long passionate kiss before leaving. They were all looking for a planet but I didn’t want to offer the pig planet to them. Its high gravity would make it so they could only get around with special suits or they’d have to live in buildings or areas with gravity reduction machines around.

I would need to keep an eye out for an Earth-like planet… Or I could just send them to the Moon or Mars. But there were still Martians on Mars, eventually, they’d grow in size and could become a problem in the future. I’ll look for a different planet for now, if I couldn’t find one then I’d send them to Mars, screw the consequences.