Although he hadn't set out to collect them, Jack Kadere's abilities extended far beyond the two Caitlin had just mentioned. Setting aside the electricity and super speed—plus his combat training—he'd copied Diana's divine power during her demigod period, Donna Troy's divine power, Valentina's Firestorm matrix, Element Woman's transmutation, and whatever the Firstborn's power should be called. Hatred? Destruction? He still wasn't sure.
None of it had changed his DNA. Either the Protégé ability locked his genetic structure in place, or these powers existed on a level beyond physical biology. Either way, he didn't need to worry about copying too much.
His mindset right now was thoroughly relaxed.
Watching Caitlin Snow bent over her equipment with her back to him, Jack chuckled. "Stop overthinking it. Come have a drink."
"I can't just give up because we haven't figured it out yet." She didn't turn around. "This is serious research. And who's to say this won't cause problems for you later?"
"I'll be in Central City for a while. Keep this between us, and you can study my body whenever you want. In as much detail as you like." He paused. "But there's something else."
Caitlin turned, curious. "What?"
Whoosh.
Jack appeared directly in front of her. The sudden closeness made her flinch backward, but his hand caught her arm. Their eyes met—both of them barely dressed—and her pulse spiked. She had the urge to look away, but when her gaze dropped, it landed on his shorts. She snapped her head back up.
"Caitlin Snow. Can I trust you?"
"Y-Yes. Of course. I'll keep your secret."
"Good." He smiled and released her. "The super speed that Barry Allen has, that I have, that the man who killed his mother has—it all comes from the same source. The Speed Force. Its energy gets consumed and replenished by its users. I want you to help me figure out whether Barry's Speed Force and mine are connected."
"How would I even determine that?"
"Simple. Let me know whenever Barry's about to use his speed. I'll be able to tell from the changes in my own energy levels."
Her eyes widened. "You want me to spy on Barry?"
"More or less."
"That doesn't seem right."
"He's not my match. If I wanted to hurt him, I wouldn't need surveillance." Jack shrugged. "If you won't help, I'll have to try a more direct approach. His foster father, maybe. Or Iris West."
"I'll help." The words came out fast. "Give me your number."
"I'll call you tomorrow." He pulled her toward the sofa. "Now come drink with me. I ran through three cities to find this bottle."
He poured her a glass. She drank, still slightly dazed, but after a few rounds the conversation loosened. She asked about his powers; he asked about S.T.A.R. Labs. She brought up the Huntress kidnapping and gave him an earful about dragging her into his mess. The wine warmed her cheeks pink.
"Almost midnight." Jack glanced at the clock. "I should go."
Caitlin blinked. "Already?"
"Time flies."
A blur of motion, and he was fully dressed. Only then did she realize she'd spent the entire evening in her underwear—and hadn't felt awkward about it once.
"See you tomorrow?"
"See you tomorrow." She nodded.
Jack leaned in and kissed her cheek. She didn't pull away.
"Good night."
Red lightning streaked through the room and vanished.
Caitlin stood there for a long moment before it registered that he was gone.
---
Whoosh.
Jack stopped in the master bedroom of a villa.
Lilah and Valentina sat on the bed wrapped in towels, mid-conversation. Both startled at his sudden appearance.
"Master—when did you get here?" Lilah asked.
"Before you started asking." He smiled.
The villa was their temporary base. The furniture had come with the rental, and they'd only rented because they'd been short on cash. That problem solved itself once Jack grabbed a few gold bottles from the Aerie. Enough to buy the place outright.
Valentina stood. "I'm going back to my room."
"Wait."
Jack caught her arm and pulled her against him. She made a sound of protest. "What are you doing? You're Lilah's master, not mine."
"Is there a difference?"
She smirked, but her pulse betrayed her—he could feel it hammering against his palm where he gripped her wrist. "What—you want both of us at once? I don't think you can handle it."
"Funny you should say that." Red lightning flickered across his skin, dancing between his fingers, casting crimson shadows across Valentina's face. "I'm feeling very confident about my speed right now. Two of you? I could take four and none of you would get a moment's rest."
He didn't wait for permission.
The world blurred—and then Valentina was on her back, towel ripped away before she could register the movement, the cool silk sheets pressing against her spine. Jack's mouth found her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin while his tongue traced her racing pulse. She gasped, hands flying up to push at his shoulders, but he was already gone—
—and Lilah cried out beside her as Jack's weight pressed the other woman into the mattress, his hips already rolling, his cock sliding between her thighs without preamble.
What the fuck— Valentina barely completed the thought before he was back, his tongue dragging hot and wet down her sternum, between her breasts, his hands spreading her thighs apart with bruising urgency. The smell of ozone and sweat and her own sudden arousal filled her nose.
"Nnnh—" The sound escaped her involuntarily as his mouth found her cunt, his tongue parting her folds in one long stroke. Her back arched off the bed.
But she could still hear Lilah—could hear the wet slap of skin on skin, the rhythmic creak of the bed, Lilah's breathless "M-Master, please—" as Jack fucked her barely two feet away.
How is he—
His tongue circled her clit, and she lost the thought entirely.
---
Lilah hadn't even finished removing her towel before Jack was inside her.
One moment she was sitting on the bed; the next she was flat on her back with her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried to the hilt in her pussy, stretching her open in that perfect ache she craved. He felt thick—thicker than she remembered—and hot, impossibly hot, his skin crackling with residual lightning that made her nerve endings sing.
"Ahh—fuck—" She grabbed at the sheets, at his shoulders, at anything solid. He pulled back and thrust forward in one brutal motion that made her see stars. "Master!"
He's really going to break me, she thought, half-delirious, as he set a punishing pace. The sound of it was obscene—the slick, squelching rhythm of his cock driving into her wet cunt, her own shameless moans, the headboard beginning to slam against the wall.
And then—impossibly—she heard Valentina cry out beside her.
Lilah turned her head. Valentina was spread open on the other side of the bed, Jack's dark head between her thighs, his tongue working her pussy while his fingers pumped inside her. But that was—that didn't make sense—because Jack was also still fucking Lilah, still pistoning into her with that same relentless speed, still filling her so completely she could feel him in her throat.
Oh god. Oh god oh god oh—
"You understand now?" His voice came from both places at once—a stereo effect that made her head spin. "I told you. I can handle anything."
---
Valentina understood exactly nothing.
Her analytical mind—the part of her that had once commanded the Firestorm matrix, that had processed nuclear physics in fractions of seconds—had gone completely offline. There was only sensation: Jack's mouth on her cunt, his tongue flicking rapid-fire against her swollen clit, his fingers—two, then three—stretching her open while his other hand palmed her breast, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her yelp.
"Ffffuck—" The word came out slurred. She was already close, embarrassingly close, her thighs trembling on either side of his head. "Don't you dare st—ahh!"
He sucked her clit between his lips and vibrated.
The orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her spine bowed, her hips bucking against his face, her cunt clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure crashed through her. She heard herself making sounds she'd never made before—high, desperate, needy sounds that would have mortified her if she'd had the presence of mind to care.
This is—I can't—he's still—
He didn't stop. Didn't even slow down. His fingers kept pumping, his tongue kept working, drawing out the orgasm until she thought she might actually die from overstimulation. And then—before the aftershocks had finished—she felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
"W-wait—" But he was already inside her, splitting her open, filling her so completely that the breath punched out of her lungs. "Oh—!"
He felt huge. Her pussy was still fluttering from her orgasm, clenching involuntarily around his shaft, and every ridge and vein stood out in sharp relief against her oversensitive walls. She could feel his heartbeat inside her—or maybe it was his Speed Force, thrumming against her inner walls like a live wire.
"You're so fucking tight." His voice was rough, strained. He pulled back slowly—agonizingly slowly—until only the tip remained inside her. Then he slammed home.
"FUCK!"
---
Lilah was going to lose her mind.
She'd lost count of her orgasms somewhere around the fourth or fifth—they'd started blurring together, one cresting before the last had finished, her body jerking and spasming beneath him in an endless loop of overwhelming pleasure. Jack's cock hammered into her without mercy, hitting that spot inside her that made her vision white out, his pelvis grinding against her clit with every downstroke.
"Master—please—I can't—" She didn't even know what she was begging for. More? Less? She couldn't tell the difference anymore.
I'm going to break, she thought hazily. He's actually going to fuck me until I break.
Beside her, Valentina was making sounds that Lilah had never heard from the proud woman—whimpers and mewls and desperate little "ah ah ah"s that rose in pitch with every thrust. Jack had Valentina's legs pushed up against her chest, folding her nearly in half as he pounded into her, his balls slapping wetly against her ass.
He's really doing it. He's fucking us both at the same time. We're both—at the same time—
The thought tipped her over another edge. She screamed into the pillow as she came again, her pussy clamping down so hard it almost hurt, milking his cock in desperate pulses. He groaned—she heard it twice, from two directions—and his rhythm stuttered.
"That's it." His voice was a growl now, ragged with want. "Come for me. Both of you. Again."
---
Valentina was going to kill him.
She was going to kill him as soon as she remembered how to move her legs.
She'd cum—god, she didn't even know how many times. Five? Six? Her cunt was soaked, her thighs were slick, the sheets beneath her were ruined. Every time she thought it was over, thought she could finally catch her breath, Jack would do something—shift his angle, vibrate his cock at super-speed, thumb her clit with blinding precision—and she'd be gone again, another orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning.
He was right, she thought bitterly, furiously, as yet another wave crested. That smug fucking bastard was right.
Jack's thrusts grew erratic—faster, harder, the bed frame groaning in protest beneath them. She could hear Lilah sobbing his name somewhere to her left, could feel the mattress shaking with the force of his movements.
"Gonna cum," he gritted out. "Both of you—fuck—"
He buried himself to the hilt inside her and shuddered, his cock pulsing, spilling hot and thick inside her cunt. She felt it—actually felt his release, the heat of it flooding her—and her traitorous body tipped over one final time, her pussy milking every last drop from him as stars burst behind her eyelids.
---
When it finally ended, Valentina couldn't move.
She lay facing away from him, one arm thrown across her face, her chest heaving. The room reeked of sex—sweat and musk and the sharp, tangy scent of arousal. Her thighs ached. Her cunt throbbed. Her mind was still offline, replaced by a pleasant static.
She was exhausted and irritated in equal measure—though she couldn't have said exactly why she was irritated. Maybe because he'd proven her wrong.
Lilah draped herself across Jack's chest, still trembling, her breath coming in shaky little gasps. One of her legs was hooked over his hip, her pussy still leaking his cum onto the ruined sheets.
"How," she managed at last, her voice hoarse from screaming, "did you do that?"