Chapter 97-99

That night came the expected dance. The girls would want to thank me, trying to be polite, but we’d all know why they were really there. Trying to be polite and follow along, I’m pretty sure I could say anything at this point, and it would still end up with the three of us in bed. I could make up an imaginary friend and talk to him for literally the entire night, asking him questions and serving an extra plate of food for him, and they’d still want to fuck me.

At some point, you could be so attractive that it made everyone colorblind to your red flags. All they could do was try to hide how much they wanted me inside them, try to cover up the lust in their eyes as they made polite small talk while trying to guide me to ask for it myself, but I never would. They would have to make the first move, and to the victor would go the spoils between the two: the first to finally cave in and ask me to fuck them.

And the first to finally approach and kiss me, bringing a shocked gasp out of her friend, was Shelby. Out of the two, Shelby was the quieter one, while Leela was the outgoing one, but it also came down to powers. Leela had a power that let her shape and change her hair's structure. She could form spikes, whips, or nets. Change its color to whatever she wanted, even changing the total weight and volume, expanding its length to almost ten times that of her natural hair, while Shelby’s power was more subtle.

It increased her stats across the board, which didn’t sound like much, but if I were a delicious-looking steak to the two girls, I would be all the more tantalizing if the person could see/smell/hear/touch/ and even taste me better. It was another power that had a downside to it, just like regeneration; you could see and smell better, but not everything you saw or smelled was pleasant.

After years of walking around men with greasy faces, seeing all the signs of attraction flaring from their bodies, and smelling the pit stink and swamp ass of them, it had to be a disgusting nightmare for her to deal with; she would try to lock down the first man who was tall, handsome, and didn’t stink as if he fell into an outhouse. Her willpower could only hold her back for so long before she hit her limit and had to do something about the senses flaring in her body over me.

I was sitting on a couch fully clothed, and so was she, but she wasn’t the only one with improved senses. I could smell her excitement as she sat on me before I noticed the wet patch in her jeans from how wet she was just being around me made her. Her legs splayed on either side of me as she rubbed her crotch against mine while she kissed me.

I could taste the fresh toothpaste she used, smell the shampoo, and even see her irises dilate from the hormones flowing through her body. Her adrenaline spiked now that she finally approached me, sick of waiting for me to make the first move, to the point she flung herself desperately at me, and I enjoyed her not-so-tender ministrations as she tried her best to clean my mouth out with her tongue.

I stripped off all the clothing I could reach. Undoing her top and bra as I glanced at Leela stripping out of her own clothes from the couch across from this one. Removing her boots and socks next, leaving her bottom half the only clothed part on her body, but it wasn’t something I could remove with how much she was grinding into me. We’d have to break contact for me to strip her completely, and she realized that at the same time.

Backing off me while trying to keep our lips connected, she stripped off her bottom clothes in one motion, sliding both her jeans and underwear down in one go before hopping out of them. I stripped my bottom half at the same time, and when her body moved back onto my lap, she sheathed my cock fully inside her in one go. Only letting out a groan of pained pleasure from the sudden intrusion of her extremely wet hole. As much lubricant as she made, it was still a very big tool to fit in her pocket after all.

From there, I got to work. She was pure, almost clumsy with her movements, but once I pushed her legs up in the air and started bouncing her on my cock, she seemed to have hit her stride and lay back far more. Going along with the flow now instead of clawing at me desperately as if she were a cat and my cock was the most fragrant catnip she had ever come across.

Still kissing me, our mouths stayed connected, but now every few seconds, she broke off the kiss so she could moan loudly. I once again glanced at Leela, and she was stripped completely bare, watching me fuck her best friend at full tilt while she drilled her own hole with a dildo she pulled out of thin air. I seriously didn’t know where she could have hidden it on her skintight clothing… Except… Maybe it was already inside her.

I could only really pound her so much with her on top, so once I decided it was enough for her, I stood up, impaling her fully on my member, taking the breath out of her before swapping our positions; she was now lying with her back on the couch as I stood above her, still connected, still fully inside her before I began to move. Her hands dug into my back, her fingernails might have pierced my skin if it wasn’t so sturdy as I pounded her like a hammer pounding mochi.

If she moaned from pleasure before, now her moans had a faint hint of confusion to them. Like she wasn’t sure what was happening until her senses finally caught up; then the moaning went away, replaced by screaming in pleasure. Every time my cock hilted itself inside her, it was hitting the back wall of her innermost sanctum. Like a battering ram, my cock wanted to explore the absolute depths it possibly could, her entire body convulsing, trying to squeeze me out of her, but in the process only driving me to stay inside even longer.

Each thrust made her perform a kegel instinctively, her pussy tightening up with every thrust, making pulling out to thrust again all the more exquisite. I watched as her pussy clung to me, protruding outward before my dick would slam home again, churning her pussy up something fierce and making her reach orgasm after orgasm until she was squirting.

She was one of the few who could almost stand toe to toe with me when it came to sex, but I still had to hold back, otherwise I’d risk bringing her pain instead of pleasure. Finally, faster than I’d have expected before we started, I felt myself boiling to a conclusion. And I concluded inside her. For the climax, she wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me close and making sure every drop made it inside her before she let go.

Once I was done, I pulled out with a pop as a flood of liquid shot out at the same time. She was already asleep, her body shutting down after being fucked so thoroughly, and I was surprised at how much she got out of me and how much her body could hold before looking back at Leela over my shoulder, who squeaked in surprise. Taking her in the same way as her best friend, making her suck the juices off her own dildo as I held back far more than I did with Shelby.

Even though she wasn’t as tight or durable, I had to hold back even more; it was still enjoyable. It always was, conquering a new woman. And I knew that tomorrow, things wouldn’t be the same between us. They might live in their mobile homes for a few more days, but once they realized all the chances to fuck me took place here, they’d both move into the mansion. 

Chapter 98

Third Person Point of View

Another year passed as the lands from the women’s alliance were swallowed up by the other four nearby powers. The East wasn’t the only region undergoing constant conflict, but it was the most volatile, with an entire faction wiped out, and many lives were lost in the battle for the now-contested lands. The biggest loser here was Negan.

He may have had a powerful ability, but his army was the weakest. The way he treated people meant few would choose his territory when other options were available. Any land he claimed and left men in would be overwhelmed by other groups with more firepower and stronger powered individuals than those he left behind, to the point that he even lost some of his own territory.

The army remnants still made no moves to attack any of the other factions, but they were always there. Watching, planning for the future, while waiting for someone to reveal a weakness they could exploit. They claimed no lands, but the few attempts to enter their own territory normally ended with those groups not returning.

They turtled up, fortifying their own territory while treating the civilians almost like slaves. All the power in their faction was placed in those inside the army before the apocalypse began. Old men; that’s why they were afraid to go to war. They would treat the civilians as ground troop fodder, but with powers at play, they were now on the back foot, relying on equipment that would slowly become inferior over time; they just waited for the perfect time to make their move, clinging to the past for as long as they possibly could.

The group with Captain Jacobs as its leader, the same group that had Dale as its second in command, perhaps did the best out of the struggle. They grew slowly but steadily, eating up a good portion of the territory, and claiming the second-highest number of women from the all-girls faction. Captain Jacobs leaned more toward recruiting weaker-powered people and slowly growing them into powerhouses, while everyone else wanted to recruit those already powerful, but they were almost never loyal.

Negan had already evaded over a dozen assassination attempts by rival leaders he brought in himself, who wanted to take leadership of his group. Only his insanely strong power and inexhaustible hatred, which prepared him for those assassination attempts, were why he lived. Those with power who didn’t want to throw their lives away went elsewhere. Many smaller factions were destroyed and consumed in this process, becoming another faction called the Collective.

They didn’t have any true powerhouses, but if you were a person with a powerful ability, it made more sense to go there than anywhere else, as it would give you an immediate leadership role. Eight individuals, all not powerful enough to lead their own faction, worked together to rebuild and replace the previously destroyed faction.

Finally, the main faction of the area, perhaps of the entire United States, was left. Danny Storm’s faction didn’t try for much of the land. They instead focused on the people and building up their own territory more. After a year of consolidating, most people who lived in their area now had food, housing, electricity, and running water.

Those things many factions didn’t have, even for their leadership. They were the only faction that didn’t just survive the apocalypse but thrived because of it. Those with powers were given a higher position in the faction if they wished, but many moved there just to live in relative safety compared to other factions' territories.

They not only had the most people with powers, but the highest level per powered individuals as well, pushing forward science and technology along with the advancement of power levels. As time went on, they would soon be untouchable by other factions. Only by combining together would they stand a chance at toppling their leader, who still had a steadfast position in their group, which had now become an almost religious fervor among most in the territory toward him.

The only reason other factions even existed is that he allowed it. It served no purpose destroying a faction while he could wait for them to build up the infrastructure before taking it over himself, now that his own land was taken care of. He didn’t want to lead, though; most of the work was done by his many wives, and the only reason he’d go to war with any of the factions was because of them.

At least… That’s what those on the outside would see. Every faction had its own spies and subterfuge they were planning and preparing for the other factions, but the most well-embedded would be the head faction. Most of the other factions could be toppled without much of a fight, their own leadership corrupted to turn against them the moment Dan wished them to, but he didn’t. It made far more sense to lead them to their own destruction, causing the groups to fight one another while he avoided them, thereby weakening them.

There were other factions, many, many others, but those were the ones nearby, actually fighting. To the south was The Families, a group of Texans who ran most things, taking in families of those nearby to make the men and women loyal to their group. The west coast was destroyed, only now, years later, were budding factions finally making themselves known.

The few surviving Canadians formed quite possibly the most loyal group. They were almost wiped out by the flood, but those who managed to live needed to work together to remain alive. Even further south, only small collections of people were left alive. The fauna, specifically the zombified mosquitoes, made quick work of any large groups.

The other countries were too far beyond reach to know what was happening, but Australia was already a hellscape without zombified animals, so it was most likely gone. Any place without guns was going to experience a much harder time as more undead appeared. Power corrupts, and just like what happened to America in the first timeline, most areas would be led with an iron fist by the person with the most powerful ability.

Only the stalemate that was Danny Storm kept a single faction from slowly becoming uber powerful and wiping out the other factions, sending them back to the stone ages time and time again as the powerful took whatever they could from the losing faction, making a self-fulfilling prophecy that only the strong got the best resources.

A normal person living in even the weakest territory lived better lives than most of the leadership did in the first timeline, only because the factions had enough time to develop back to a somewhat decent technological level, unlike in the first timeline, where the constant warfare meant that everyone just barely survived. Maybe that’s why the military didn’t even bother in the first timeline: why rule over people when the only thing they brought to the table was starving civilians and powered people planning to betray you the moment they could.

Chapter 99

“So it’s confirmed? Negan can fully elementalize into metal now?” A man sat across from me as he ate a huge plate of food. That was all it took sometimes to get information from people right next to Negan; his general defected for a better life because being near someone as volatile as him meant eventually you’d become the punching bag, and he saw the writing on the wall.

There was a reason I let other factions pop up around me without squashing them: laziness. I was fed up leading my own people. Why would I want to include more people I had to take care of, and most of my wives were like that now as well. You could only get bitten by dogs you’re trying to feed so many times until you grow weary of new dogs.

That was with one exception. Negan was alive because his power was good, but not the best it could be. Once he was made into a zombie, it would be impossible for his power to grow; he’d only grow stronger as a zombie. If he were extremely lucky, he might become a zombie general, but without my help, most likely, he’d just be a slightly harder-to-kill zombie once he died.

But with me helping him, he could become a key piece in my army, an invincible metal-controlling zombie; he very well could become my champion, but it would be a waste, and I already had plans for that position in the future, and… I hated the guy; the only reason I didn’t go and kill him straight away is I wanted him to suffer in this life as a useful pawn, just as he made me in the first timeline.

I could have offered a peppermint patty, and fuckers would have thrown themselves at my feet to betray Negan; he was that much of a piece of shit. So much of a piece of shit that I thought over and over again about killing him earlier, but turning him into a strong ally I could use as a general would make a difference in the future. I could only rely on my own strength, and my strength involved the strength of the followers I could trust unconditionally.

It was easy to travel through his territory. Mostly because of the spy network I had in place, and also because I could just fly by holding a bone or riding my bone throne. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I hated him; deep down, I wanted him to suffer for what he did to me, for how terrible a person he was; at the same time, that felt like a lifetime ago.

Deep in my subconscious, I was still afraid of him, even though I blinded him in the first timeline, even though he couldn’t do anything to me in this timeline. The shit he put me through, that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemies, made me feel my guts tightening, like an abused child finally grown to the point their abusive father couldn’t do anything to them; no, the opposite, so big that the father couldn’t stop them if they decided on revenge. And this revenge wasn’t something he would even see coming.

He had no idea that in a completely different world, he mistreated someone who was viewed as the unconditionally strongest in the world. I approached him, and entering his territory was once again easy enough, as I just flew against the back of the wall before jumping down into the city he was in. It was built surprisingly like my own territory, except instead of a cluster of mansions at the top of a hill, it was a steel mansion, clustered with everything he could get his hands on…

This wasn’t like it was in the original timeline. He had plenty of metal lying around, but nothing like building his home from it. I think I understand now. He was afraid. As powerful as he was, in this timeline, he wasn’t the absolute powerhouse he was in his previous timeline. Not only was he not the top faction like he was in the original, but he wasn’t even in the top three.

The unconscious fear I  had of him started to fade once I saw the tangible, visible fear of me in even the way he lived, compared to before. Chuckling to myself, I made my way through the city and noticed it was also different. Negan’s streets were well guarded, plenty of men walking around with guns patrolling the area, but now… Nothing. People looked fearful, like their lives could be taken at any moment, and even with the food and luxuries I provided, the people looked even worse off than in the original timeline.

I had to stop and ask. “Hey, stranger, yeah, you there. I’m new to the territory, and I have a few questions. Why does everyone look so… The opposite of well off?” An old-looking homeless man grabbed at a donation box shakily with one hand. As I looked closer, I could see he was missing fingers and was blind. He pulled out the crust of blackened bread someone donated to him, something that I wouldn’t have even eaten in the original world, as he put it in his pocket, getting up as if he was going to leave; I stopped him.

“Wait, I’ll pay you in food if you answer a few questions.” “I don’t want no trouble, stranger. Talking about the problems might get us both in trouble if someone overhears.” “No one else is around, and I kind of don’t give a shit. If someone comes and tries to make trouble for us, even if it's that pussy up in that metal coffin, I’d fucking kill them.”

He gasped in fright before the fear started to fade from him, and he laughed hard. “Fine, the food first, then I’ll tell you what you want to know.” I pulled a still steaming hot meal out of my storage as I handed it over. He sniffed it, feeling the heat coming off the plate in front of him, and he exclaimed. “What the hell, where did you get this from?”

“I pulled it out of my storage. Come on now, old timer, spill. Why are the people in Negan’s city living like this?” He ate loudly, his dirty hands scooping up the food as he just ate for minutes before finally catching his breath. The meal I gave him was the best thing he’d eaten in years, as he was finally ready to talk. “Negan is scared. Whatever power he got only made him more afraid of the other leaders because… Every few weeks, someone tries to kill him.”

Wiping up the last dregs of the soup with the black bread he was given, savoring it like it was a scrumptious feast, he kept going on. “He used to have those loyal to him, but… After so many close calls, so many people betraying him, he went mad. The city is in lockdown; no one is supposed to be able to get out or in while he has his forces go through and try to find out all the spies and people not loyal to him.”

His city wasn’t small, and the metal walls covered at least thousands, if not tens of thousands, of people who lived here. That would explain why people looked so wary, and why there weren’t guards protecting things and patrolling the streets. I couldn’t help but sigh. I almost felt bad for him. If he weren’t a human refuse, absolute garbage who chose one of the evil people from The Walking Dead as his role model, I might feel bad for him.

I just felt… Nothing. I was going to do what I had to do; he needed to die, and I would do that, but… I wasn’t going to give him a quick death. If he was so afraid of death, I’d let him know it was going to happen, and that there was nothing he could do to stop it before I killed him. It was the least I could do for my past timeline.