February 1st, 2011
Location: Star City
After talking to Deadshot, I left him a communication device so we could converse more in the future. I needed useful pawns, I mean subordinates, for any upcoming possibilities. Deadshot may not be the most powerful supervillain out there, but he was manipulable, thankfully, due to his daughter. Using his daughter as leverage may be a scumbag move, but he did try to go after my life as well as Mercy's and I was never going to harm her.
This experience also enlightened me that I was not moving fast enough. I thought I could take my time and enjoy this new world like a slice-of-life novel, but today's events proved me wrong. I am currently too weak; if I genuinely want to enjoy peace, I must stand on top of this world and become the strongest. So, I must move up my plans to upgrade myself and my future empire.
"S.E.B.A.S., rearrange all plans and expedite the completion of Project: Iron, and begin Project: Astartes."
"Sir, is that wise? You have not even seen if the genetically engineered organs are compatible with the human body. Yes, it seems to work in theory, but it's just that, theory," S.E.B.A.S. advised.
He was right, but I had no other options. Testing it on animals would provide little information on how these new organs would affect humans, and conducting multiple trial runs would take years to determine if even one organ was safe to use. Before I use it on myself, I would have to find someone to be my first test subject. That's when I remembered I had just gotten myself a brand-new henchman. I would have to ask him latter if he was willing since I would never perform forced human experiments. That was a line I would never cross.
"S.E.B.A.S., you are correct, but I need to increase my strength to not only survive but emerge as the victor in our future conflicts. Also, get me a cab, it's been a fucking long day, and I am ready for bed."
After a few minutes, a cab arrived at my location, and I entered it. I was excited about the prospect of sleep and quiet, but my driver seemed unwilling to give me that last part.
"Hey, buddy, where to? You look like you had a rough day, pal. By the way, my name is Luis Reyes!" the cabby driver declared with enthusiasm that should not exist at this time. Now that I think about it, he looked like the actor Michael Peña.
I looked down at myself, and he was right; I did look rough. I was covered in dried-up blood, dust, and dirt, and my clothes were all torn up. "Yeah, it was a really rough day; get me to Lex Resort," I requested. I bought a five-star hotel and renamed it after myself before meeting the Queen siblings, so I could enjoy myself afterward. That obviously did not happen.
"I feel for you. I get days like that too, haha. Anyways, I don't think you should go there right now."
"Why not?" I inquired.
"Well, I would not get anywhere close to downtown. There was some sort of assassination attempt against a billionaire. Two people had even died. Sucks they didn't get him, though."
Amused, I asked, "Why? Did this billionaire do something wrong?"
"Not that I know, but you don't become a billionaire by being a good person. I mean, why else would he be attacked, too? It's probably because of some seedy underworld business. He should be spending his money to help the people."
I sat there quietly and gave him a hundred-dollar bill. I instructed him, "Just get me as close as possible, and I can walk the rest of the way."
He quickly pocketed the money and said, "No problem, boss!".
After a few minutes of silence, I thought about what he said about using my money to help people and asked, "How would you spend the money if you were a billionaire?"
"Well, if I had all that money, I would..." Luis began listing ways he would use the money to help the community, especially low-income households. He also gave some excellent ideas for inventions that could help ordinary people with everyday life.
After some time, we got as close as possible to my hotel when we saw many reporters waiting outside it. My driver said, "Alright, boss, this is as close as I can get. Seems like they are waiting for someone."
I thanked him again and got out of the vehicle. I walked over to the driver's side to give him another tip, as I had appreciated our conversation. He rolled the window, and when he saw how much money I was tipping him, he teared up. He gratefully took the money and said, "Thanks again, boss! You have no idea how much this helps me and my family! I never did get your name."
That is when one of the reporters recognized me and yelled, "Mr. Luthor, can I please get a statement from you? Why do you think you were attacked this afternoon?
Soon, more reporters rushed me, and I saw that Luis had finally recognized that the man he had been badmouthing earlier was, in fact, me. He looked regretful, but I quickly eased his worry when I told him, "Don't worry about it, Luis. Plus, you gave me some new ideas to think about."
He still looked regretful and even tried to apologize when I cut him off, "Like I said, don't worry about it. I understand how you feel. Here is my card if you need anything."
I left as more reporters started to swarm me. Thankfully, my hotel security personnel arrived, and Mercy guided them towards me.
Mr. Luthor, let's get you inside," she said with her professional facade in place. It was nice to know that I would only ever see the other side of her. As we walked through the crowd, I noticed two specific faces. It was none other than Lois Lane and Clark Kent. They, too, were trying to get a word from me—well, Lois Lane was. Clark Kent stood there quietly with a hint of remorse on his face.
"Ah, Ms. Lane, it is good to see you again. You look lovely as always, " I said. Even though she looked beautiful, I would not steal Superman's future wife. I wasn't a heartless bastard from an NTR comic. However, I wanted to rile up Superman a bit to get back at him for not saving me.
"I would say the same, Mr. Luthor, but it looks like you went through the wringer. Any comment on what happened?" She confidently said.
"Well, as the rumors have been floating around, I was attacked by a group of mercenaries. Apparently, some people were uncomfortable that I found a way to create clean energy and wanted to make a better world. It is a shame that no superhero was there to save me, not even Superman. Aren't the two of you close to him? Was he too busy?" I asked as I looked at Lois first and then directly at the very man I was talking about. I could see that he looked uncomfortable. I decided to taunt him some more since I had nearly died. "I heard Superman can hear everything that is happening in the world. I hope he didn't choose to ignore me when I was fighting for my very life."
"Superman would say he was sorry if he were here, Mr.Luthor. He did not choose to ignore you, but the rumor that he could hear everything happening in the world is greatly exaggerated. Also, he was fighting off a giant monster at Civic City. If he were not there to stop it, thousands would have died," Clark expressed. He looked very apologetic that he was not here to save me a few hours ago.
"Ah, yes, sacrifice the few for the many, huh?" I continued to jest.
"That is not what I said, Mr. Luthor," Clark stated, "If he were here, he would have come to help you in a literal heartbeat."
Feeling that he had had enough, I responded, "Easy there, Boy Scout. I apologize; I did not know you were such a fan of his. I was joking; I know he would have helped if he could. Now, I've had a really long day and can finally get some rest. Have a good night, Ms. Lane and Mr. Kent," Clark turned red, probably out of embarrassment, when I said he was a fan of himself.
I soon entered my hotel, heading towards my room. Once I got inside my room alone with Mercy, Mercy's act dropped, and she slapped me across the face.
"What the fuck is that for?" I asked, rubbing my cheek.
"Why didn't you tell me you were okay afterward, and why didn't you call me to pick you up, Lex? I was worried sick! I thought you might have lost and died!" Mercy yelled with tears running down her face.
Noticing I fucked up, I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her, rubbing her back.
"I'm sorry, Mercy. I didn't mean to make you worry about me".
"I always worry about you, Lex. I hate how useless I felt back there," she said. She continued to cry on my chest as I tried to console her, letting her know that I was okay. After some time, she calmed down a bit. We snuggled with each other, feeling each other's warmth. She then stroked the cheek she had slapped and apologized, "I'm sorry I slapped you so hard; I should have gone lighter."
I laughed and remarked, "You're sorry about how hard you hit me? Not the fact that you did hit me?"
"No, you deserved it," She replied, burying her head in my chest.
She looked adorable and small in my arms—a stark contrast with the serious demeanor she had in public. What surprised me, though, was what she did next. She got out of my embrace and shoved me as hard as she could onto the bed.
"What's going on?" I asked. I was 99% certain I knew what she wanted, but I wanted to hear her say it.
She removed her blazer and unbuttoned her dress shirt, revealing her beautiful chest. She then dropped her pencil skirt to the ground, leaving her in only red lacy lingerie, black stockings, and black heels. She proudly stood there and said with a sultry voice, "Don't you remember what I said before, Lex? I told you I was going to empty you inside me till you have nothing left once all this was over".
I grew hard with anticipation as she strutted towards me like a runway model. Hell, she could probably be one of the best if she worked in that field. Once she was in front of me, she placed one of her feet on the bed, giving me a good look at her red lingerie, slightly digging into her pussy. A stain was starting to form, confirming her arousal. I was about to get up and take her right there when she pushed me back down.
"Nuh uh uh Lex," she waved a finger. I will be doing all the moving today; you sit there looking pretty," she declared, getting on top of me and patting my cheek.
She kissed my lips, jaw, and neck as she unbuttoned my shirt. She then began leaving a trail of kisses down my chest and abs until she was kneeling in front of me, her eyes honed in on my trapped cock. She unbuckled my belt methodically, and when she unzipped my pants, my dick sprang out, slapping her on the face.
She grinned mischievously as she began to give it small pecks on the tip, teasing me. I wanted nothing more than to take her right there, but I let her take control this time. Seeing my frustration growing and my dick throbbing, she slowly stroked it up and down and asked as innocently as possible, "What do you want me to do with this thick large cock Lex? You can't possibly want to put this in me? It would destroy me."
"Fuck Mercy, let me fuck you!" I demanded.
"That wasn't very polite, Lex," she cooed. "Maybe if you asked nicely, I might put it in." She gave my tip a few more pecks and placed my dick right next to her cheek, letting me see how my size compared to her face.
"Fuck Mercy, please put it in! I want you now!"
"Well, since you asked nicely..." She removed her heels, leaving only her lingerie and black stockings. She stood on top of me and pulled her panties to the side, finally revealing her pussy. She was very soaked. She slowly lowered herself onto me and bit her bottom lip with her eyes closed as she began to impale herself with my cock.
"Fuckkkk!" She groaned, "No matter how many times we fuck, you always feel so fucking big!"
Almost losing her balance due to the intense sensation she was feeling, she placed her hands on my chest. Once acclimated to the sensation, she began to move, riding me like a mechanical bull. After five minutes, however, she climaxed, collapsing on top of my chest, her legs shaking. I could feel her pussy contract, trying to milk me.
Amused, I decided it was time for me to move since I had yet to cum. I grabbed her hips as she was still lost in her climax. Realizing what was about to happen, she looked up at me and begged, "Please, Lex, don't move right now. I don't think I can..." *BAM*
I began to thrust into her, mercilessly ruining her. She closed her eyes and, balled her fists tightly and began to scream into my chest, "AHHHHHHH!!!!" After just a minute, she bucked off my cock, hovering over it, squirting all over it.
The next hour, I ravaged her, a little payback for teasing me in the first place. Plus, she did say she was going to "empty me inside her until I had nothing left." By the time I was done with her, she had laid there broken, with the glazed look but with a smile on her face and my cum oozing out of her pink pussy.
This was not really the type of rest I was thinking about an hour ago, but I was never going to complain or decline sex from Mercy. I kissed her on the forehead and got ready to go to sleep. This has been, by far, the longest day of my life.