IM/DC Chapter 232 (Patreon)

After cleaning up the remaining troops, I only had the six children of Thanos left to deal with. I didn’t need them coming back against me for revenge so I decided to kill the male members of the group, with Black Dwarf, Corvus Glaive, and Ebony Maw slain. There was no fanfare to their deaths, one moment they were alive, and the next they were corpses. It only left Black Swan, Proxima Midnight, and Supergiant alive out of the billions if not trillions of soldiers.

Proxima Midnight was a toss-up, I knew I could convert the other two given enough time but Proxima was husband and wife with Corvus Glaive. It meant that it would take time to convert her to my side. She was, interesting to say the least. Someone had experimented with her, she had demonic corruption through her body. She was normal, perhaps even weak without the demonic affliction running through her veins.

She’d be dead or a demon if it wasn’t for Thanos, he stopped the experiments(educated guess) that she was going through before her full conversion. It meant if she was cured she’d be far weaker and in no position to ever betray me. I wasn’t worried about myself, more about the people I’m close to. While I’ve strengthened most, there were still some who were almost fully human.

I cured her, ripping the demonic parts from her while regenerating her true body back to what it was. She was extremely beautiful afterward. Her pale clammy skin was a side effect of the demonic corruption and as her skin flushed with new blood, she looked like a mix of Angelina Jolie and Eva Green. Her demonic orange eyes shifted back to her original pale blue color and her skin started to shift and alter to a more bluish hue.

Her body had grown used to the demonic influence and while she wasn’t corrupted, she was still strengthened beyond what was possible for her alien race. She was still livid at me for what I did to her husband and I’d give her time to correct her thinking. She still had decades of life left to change her mind and I wasn’t going to force it. She was stronger but not strong enough to hurt anyone I cared about.

Black Swan and Supergiant both already wanted to jump my bones. They followed strength and as I had beaten Thanos so easily it was more attractive to them than my handsome looks ever was. Black Swan looked like someone ran her through a black-and-white filter. Her face was more cutesy than beautiful but her body made up for that by being absolutely stacked. She was the shortest and most busty out of the three members.

Supergiant had shrunk herself down from her twelve-foot form to one slightly shorter than my own size. She knew she didn’t need to keep up the strong front of power she did in front of Thanos. No, she was making herself more attractive as a mate for me and it was working pretty damn well so far. Size manipulation also worked for her breasts, so while Black Swan was bigger naturally, Supergiant had a bigger bust currently.

Her skin was blue and her eyes were pure white. Instead of blinking her sclera would shift to black towards the center and then go back to white. It looked like her eyes were built to only let in a certain amount of light, so she could probably see in the dark. Her alien race was clearly one bred for war. It meant that it was most likely endangered because you’d see far more of them in stories if they weren’t almost extinct.

The now seven infinity stones all had a body. Making power was surprisingly easy as she wanted to be a woman, the moment I tried to give death a body someone else took over. I could have fought against it but her energies were laced with intention and she had no intention of fighting me. The other infinity stone personifications were slightly see-through as if they were still deciding on their appearance while hers was completely solidified. Death had highjacked the infinity stone Thanos made and made it into a more powerful avatar that could roam the universe without tearing it apart.

She was the ultimate example of butterface. Her body was probably the best of them and I knew sex with her would be otherworldly… But she had a skull instead of a face. As if she could tell her appearance was causing me conflict, her face suddenly grew skin leaving behind a true beauty. I could tell she had a similar if not more powerful pull of attraction than the one I had.

I stood there with the nine women looking at me as I decided what to do. The avatars of the infinity stones weren’t technically my people but I could tell all of them wanted to experience sex at least once. Thus began my most difficult battle yet. The women were some of the strongest in the universe and their tightness mirrored their fighting capabilities.

Soul wanted to build a soulmate connection with me and she did something to try and force it. The only way to stop her from doing so was to shortcircuit her brain with multiple orgasms. Time wanted me all to herself, same with Space so we separated from the rest and I had two of my clones lead them to different rooms for more private affairs. Reality and Mind worked together and were more interested in each other than me using me as a dildo more than anything else.

Power was just focused on fucking, she was the most insatiable out of the sex, her pussy clamping down harder and harder, taking my sexual abilities as a challenge. I knew she was going to lose but the fight was still going to be thrilling nonetheless. Black Swan and Supergiant weren’t as good as the infinity stones but they were still on another level compared to most.

They had also tried to satisfy me together rather than take a clone to themselves. The clones were all attached by a single hair-length bit of my DNA now, I still couldn’t create clones that could go more than a few hundred feet from me. Both were already left quivering messes after only a handful of orgasms, once again it was clear that breeding the strongest man they could get their hands on was instinctive for almost every single alien race as they desperately wanted my children.

That left Death, well Death and Proxima Midnight who was close enough to hear what was happening. The sounds of our lovemaking made her horny but it didn’t mean she still didn’t hate my guts. Her body wanted it but her mind was still stubbornly clinging to hatred that made her miserable. Peeking through the walls I did see her masturbating, it was only a matter of time before her instincts to mate bypassed her hatred for killing her ‘husband’.

Death was the best I’ve ever had and it wasn’t even close. She was hundreds of thousands, if not millions of years old and her experience shined through. She could get me to orgasm from just her pressure or by teasing out my kinks to an expert degree. She could tell from just the sight of a person what they were into and she used it fully as a reward for giving her such a perfect body.

I was fully drained, she drained me so thoroughly that even with the ability to make an inexhaustible amount of cum I still felt depleted. If she wanted to kill me I knew she wouldn’t need to do anything but continue to have sex with me. That was the difference between a ‘god’, and an actual god like Death. All of us were down for the count as she got up and stretched. 

“This body will do nicely. I’ll have to thank Thanos later for making this stone, perhaps I’ll move him up a level in hell for his hard work. Anyway, it has been a few millennia since I could form in this realm. I have some people I need to kill before I have to ascend again, this body won't last forever.” Clothes formed around her as she flew off, most likely to murder someone who had defied Death for too long. I didn’t envy that man but I couldn't help but smirk. She decided to keep the babies I put in her.