A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay 19: New Status

A Lewd Cultivator in Brockton Bay

Chapter 19: New Status

-VB-

As the leader of New Wave, Sarah had gone and met with the PRT ENE director along with other heroically inclined parahumans to hear new information. What she had heard and shared with us was not good news.

The death of Kaiser and many of his lieutenants did not turn out to be the death of the Empire Eighty-Eight. It just provided room for foreign takeover.

Yes, the Gesellschaft of Europe decided that with Kaiser’s death, Brockton Bay was “ripe” for the right sort of goal-oriented white Aryans.

“So what’s happening with them?” I asked Sarah in the second ever meeting I’ve had with New Wave. All living members were part of this meeting.

Sarah looked at me owlishly for a second as my question registered but didn’t connect well with any of the information she just provided. “You might have to elaborate on that. What else would be going on aside from foreign racists taking over one of the gangs in the city?”

“Exactly that. While I may not be a social scientist tracking hate groups, I do know that there are differences between European and American hate groups.”

“I’m not sure about that…”

“So you’re saying that in the name of their hate, Americans will listen to European overlords?”

When I put it that way, it seemed to click with all of the adults.

“You’re right,” Neil muttered. “They accepted Krieg in the first place because they received help from Gesellschaft… It isn’t a widely known fact, but it was still known.”

“Are they sending anyone famous over?” Carol asked with narrowed eyes. Famous capes meant information that was easier to obtain on them and, thus, a weakness that was easier to find.

Sarah shook her head in negative.

I thought about this. If they sent a cape who was not famous, then I would have to say that there was a new problem on the horizon. Not for us heroes but for the remnants of the Empire.

“I think…” I started off slowly, getting everyone else’s attention. “That there is a high chance that should another American white supremacist against European influence enters Brockton Bay, the Empire remnants might fracture itself apart.”

It was Carol who understood what I was suggesting first.

“Absolutely not! We are not consorting with the likes of white supremacists nor are we bringing one into the Bay!” she objected harshly with a scowl on her face.

Her words got the other adult members to be on guard, but Neil looked like he was contemplating on the viability of the idea.

“Look, I’m not suggesting that we directly talk or meet with any white supremacist,” I replied quickly as I raised my hands up in a placating manner. “What I am suggesting is that we allow the knowledge of European controlled gang’s existence to the wider cape community. And if someone decides that they don’t like that…? It doesn’t even have to be a villain, you know?”

“You are inviting trouble, and you know it.”

“Maybe.”

Sarah spoke up. “it is unlikely that they will attempt anything big in the immediate future. Since Brockton Bay is recovering, let's focus on helping the city first."

"... Okay," I sighed. "But you all realize that the Empire will rise back up like a phoenix at this rate, right?"

The death of Kaiser and almost all of his cape lieutenants led to the dissolution of the coalition. Most had gone home, which meant that the overwhelming firepower that ended the "first dynasty" of the Empire Eighty-Eight was no longer here.

Speaking of the first dynasty, I wondered what happened to Theo. He should have inherited Kaiser’s civilian assets unless villainous Thinkers got in on the action (Coil) and ripped the pharmaceutical fiefdom to shreds. This was a distinct possibility, but with no information regarding it, I was going to keep my mouth shut.

I may need to begin my own investigation on the side to discover what happened to Theo, Aster, and Kayden, because I didn’t think that the Gesellschaft wasn’t above using their civilian identities. After all, there were worse acts white supremacists did than extortion.

“What do you think, Amy?” I asked her quietly while the rest of New Wave discussed out loud.

She looked at me. Dressed in her usual medic costume but with a kevlar vest underneath, she looked small despite how big tracts of land she possessed. I certainly knew how big they were for a fact; I’ve played with them enough times to know. I almost thought at one point that Amy tied her tits to make them look smaller, even though she didn’t. Again, I knew this for a fact because I’ve ambushed Amy before in her costume for a rough, cloth-tearing, wall-banging, boob-groping, ass-grinding, and scream-inducing sex.

Thinking about our past sex made me want to fuck her again.

… You know what? I was fucking Amy after this meeting back at our house.

“So what would our stance be against this new iteration of idiots?” I asked as the minor familial debate died down.

They looked between each other before Sarah spoke up. “We will be coming down on them hard, but it will have to be reactionary and defensive, unfortunately. We have neither the authority nor the information required to go on a manhunt for the Gesellschaft capes,” she stated firmly. “I do not want our families to go out and fight with so much unknowns. That said, I will be allowing any active and aggressive engagements against white supremacists criminals and capes south and east of Downtown.”

Basically, the team would be keeping to its usual patrol routes and “territory.”

I grunted. “I’ll be a bit more aggressive with where my house is.”

“That’s fine,” Carol quickly replied. “I expect you to protect Amy, and you can’t protect your family when your neighborhood is ridden with Neo-Nazis and drug dealers.”

I nodded in thanks to her support.

“Alright, the meeting’s done. Let’s get back to our daily lives.”

Victoria chose this moment to jump-fly to us, glomping Amy from her left while I was to Amy’s right.

“Amy, Alan, let’s go shopping!”

I quirked an eyebrow as we walked out of the Pelham house.

That would put a wrench in my short-term plan to fuck the daylight out of Amy… but Amy had this glint to her eyes that told me that I should go with Vicky’s suggestion.

“Sure,” I shrugged. “Parians?”

“If Amy’s getting herself a proper artsy fashion dress? Definitely.”

Amy looked like she immediately regretted this.

“What about Alan? You saw how sparse his wardrobe was!” Amy quickly rebutted.

Oh no, you didn’t, woman!

“I like my clothes just fine as they are: plain and interchangeable.”

“You only have two pairs of formal wear and nine pairs of street wear!”

“Exactly.”

“Nuh-uh! That ain’t gonna fly with me!” Vicky grinned cheekily. “Amy, get your man out of the house! It’s time we get some clothes to show off those abs of his!”

Amy blushed and looked like she wanted to refuse suddenly. Then she looked up at me and then down. Her face grew suddenly determined. “Okay. I want everyone to know my boyfriend is a chiseled hunk of meat.” Her blush grew hotter even as she said it and then she buried her face in her hands. “I can’t believe I said that…!”

“So, we’re going to fly there?”

“Totes, yeah? How else?”

“Cuz neither of us can fly?” I asked while pointing to myself and Amy. “Besides, I have a car.”

“I’ll carry Amy as I always do. You just follow us.”

“I don’t think I like this idea.”

Amy, on the other hand, looked like she did. “So what you’re saying, Vicky, is that my boyfriend will show up in Downtown, sweating and hot, and I’ll go and call him my boyfriend in front of everyone?”

What was with Amy’s current desire to stake her claim on me? I wasn’t going to leave her or anything because I’ve already tapped that ass.

I wanted to tap that ass constantly and ferociously.

Vicky looked so proud of Amy.

“My sister is learning!”

“Do I get a choice in this?”

“I mean, yes?” Amy asked. “But you want everyone to know that I’m your girlfriend, right?”

“Aside from telling the public that I am dating a minor?”

She paused and then quirked an eyebrow.” You care?”

“No, not really.”

“Then what do you want to do?” she asked me pointedly.

“Take you home and fuck the daylight out of you.”

She blinked and then blushed.

Vicky leered like she was hearing some deliciously scandalous.

I pulled Amy closer to me and hugged her. I leaned down to her ear and spoke up.

“I want to fuck my pregnant girlfriend and leave her unable to walk tomorrow.”

She buried her face in my chest. “U-Umm... Vicky?” she muttered muffledly. “I want to go home.”

Vikcy threw her hands up even if she had a blush on her own face.” Fine! But you two are definitely hanging out with me tomorrow!”

“Okay, okay,” I chuckled as I ushered my girl to our car and to home.

-VB-

“Yes, yes-!” Amy screamed into the pillow she was using to cover her face as the entire bed shook from the force of my pounding.

Holding her legs spread wide open, I spared her no mercy in using her pussy to pleasure myself. Faster than what most hands could shaft to masterbate, my hips were moving at an incredible pace, sliding my dick in and out of Amy’s tight pussy. While my left hand kept her right leg from closing and kept it spread as far as it would go with her left thigh held in place by my side, my right hand was down at her clit, vibrating and pinching her.

Her back arched and she squealed as she climaxed again. Her vagina wrapped around me, desperately milking me with rhythmic and pulsating grip.

This was Amy’s fourth climax tonight. Her previous three were from my licking of her pussy and clit, holding her hips and thigh in place while I tortuously made her experience slow orgasm after orgasm.

This was her first explosive release.

I wasn’t done, though.

“Amy, you're fucking sexy!” I hissed as I felt my own climax coming. “How did I get so fucking lucky with you...?!”

Amy squeaked and gasped as I kept shafting her even tighter pussy. She let go of the pillow, showing me her ahegao face and drooling lips. “Y-You can't s-say that...!” she whined before she she threw head back as I upped the vibration of her clit. “NOOOOOO!”

Her hands lashed out and grabbed my forearms, clawing and squeezing. Despite her newfound cultivation, she was far weaker than I was, though. Her clawing was no more damaging than a dull pencil lead breaking on a rock.

She screamed as my dick penetrated right up to her cervix.

I let go of her leg and clit and pulled her up, so that she was now on top of me. She looked at me in the eyes while I felt her pussy trying to milk me and her slowly showing pregnancy press against my abs.

“My beautiful, beautiful wife,” I whispered. “I love you.”

“I-I l-l-love you, t-too,” she whimpered before lost herself as I cummed into her. I grunted and buried my face in her neck, biting and sucking her skin. She cried out in ecstasy, ending in whimpers and gasps as her pussy overflowed with our juices and spilled out of her between the gaps of our sexes.

I pulled back and saw her glazed eyes and open lips.

I caught her in a kiss… and began moving my hips again. Her eyes widened, but the ecstatic haze only deepened in her. She kissed me back, wrapping her arms and hands around my back and head.

“Keep … me happy, Alan…” she whispered when she broke the kiss.

“Always,” I whispered back intimately as her hips matched the rhythm of my thrusts.

“... Then use me to make yourself happy, too,” she smiled wetly.

Instead of answering, I buried my face in her neck, and gripped her ass. Just like she asked me, I used her. I held nothing back as I pounded up into her. My thrusts slapped loudly against her ass, and she whimpered with each thrust.

She held onto me like her life depended on it with her head placed on my shoulder. Her legs wrapped around my waist, but I paid little attention.

I knew that I was actually a little longer than how much her vagina could stretch. As great as sex was, I was always holding back just that tiny bit.

So I let go this time, just like she asked me.

She cried as my dick pushed against her cervix and stretched it. She whimpered in relief as I pulled back out before crying out again as the full length of my dick sheathed itself in her.

I picked up speed, and Amy began to really sob.

Then I cummed.

She choked on her own spit. Her legs twitched by my side, and her arms tightly wrapping around me.

“Thank you,” I cooed into her ear and she giggled.

“D-didn’t think it would be t-this intense…” she muttered even as her pussy continued to twitch.

I pulled out of her, and she gasped. I laid her down, and she smiled up at me.

“Did you enjoy tonight?” I asked.

“Yes,” she whispered with half-lidded eyes while I pulled out some tissues from the tissue box on the nightstand and wiped ourselves down.

“Even the last round?”

“K-kind of. A bit ... painful.”

“I guess I won’t be pushing myself-”

She tiredly set her hand down on my hand. “Next time, you can use m-my asshole,” she grinned weakly.

I looked down at her before leaning down and kissing her on the forehead. “Thank you.”

I threw away the used tissues and then covered ourselves with the comforter.

It was good to be loved.