Chapter 107: Spy Games Ch. 28
It's an embarrassingly long time before I manage to come back to my senses. I 'awaken', for lack of a better word, in my wolf form, ball's deep in some woman that's prostrating herself before me and shrieking like a banshee, moaning like a specter. She's certainly not so incorporeal as either though. No, she's very solid, and even pleasurable to my senses… certainly, the dark-skinned, surprisingly sturdy beauty was pleasurable to my wolf's senses.
Nostrils flaring, my muzzle leaning down, I growl into her ear as I continue to thrust away inside of her while taking stock of my circumstances and my surroundings. The wolf had been in control for… a month. Far too long, in my humble opinion. It disgusted me that I was so weak as to let my more primal and bestial half run rampant for so long.
Not that it seemed he'd done much more than keep busy with this broken bitch. And when he wasn't fucking her? It seemed he was fighting, eating, or sleeping. A simple beast, for all the power that he had. That I had. Another low growl exits my throat as I continue to comb over the memories of the past month.
It was humiliating, being defeated by a trap that I had chosen to walk into. Honestly, one would think after four thousand years I would have learned. But no, I'd gone ahead and stepped in it. Oh sure, I'd ultimately foiled their little attempt to imprison me, so I could take some solace in the fact that I was free where they would prefer me caged.
But that didn't change the facts. This was my defeat, plain and simple. Annoyingly enough, the Avengers of all fucking people had beaten me like I was one of their movie villains. It was upsetting me more than I would have thought, embarrassing me deeply, and I find myself taking it out on the woman beneath me. I still don't even know her name.
Searching my wolf's memories doesn't provide an answer either. She's the bitch to him, his bitch, and he's greatly enjoyed fucking her this past month. Apparently, he's also greatly enjoyed bending and breaking her. It would seem that my wolf didn't have my compunctions with using the power of the Infinity Stones to his fullest advantage.
… I really had been a fool, hadn't I? I was so interested in keeping things interesting. I was having so much fun playing games with the people of Earth, just… toying with them and seeing what they would do. The moment I got the Mind Stone, I could have used it in conjunction with the Power Stone to be inside of the head of every person on Earth at once.
I would have instantly known about Nick Fury's plans for me. I would have known when he broke the sire bonds with those I'd turned, when he began forming the conspiracy against me. I would have known ahead of time that Tony Stark was genius enough to develop at least a working theory on how to interact with the stones and turn them against me, especially after years of being able to collect data and sensor readings on me using them to my advantage.
But then, I should have already guessed a lot of those things to begin with. And maybe I had, I'd just refused to acknowledge them because it was more fun to give them all a chance to work against me. Well, I'd given them their chance. Look where that fucking got me. Where even was I?
The wolf doesn't know, hadn't cared enough to find out. With a growl, I force the change back, going from hulking beast to my humanoid form once again. A side effect of pushing things as far as I had in order to escape the trap back on Earth, along with my month-long nap, was apparently an increased connection with the stones I'd assimilated.
Apparently, I had been utterly foolish to think I had complete control over the three Infinity Stones I'd taken into my person. Now, as the Reality Stone backed by the Power Stone allowed me to shift forms without the tedious process of breaking all of my bones and reforming them in order to change shapes, I realized that my connection to the stones has never been stronger… and if I hadn't had full control before, who's to say I had full control now?
Either way, I shift back, and go from wolf to man as my paws become hands and said hands reach down to grasp the woman in front of me. Molding myself to her bent over figure, I wrap one hand around her throat and pull her up out of her face down position, yanking her back so she's against my chest and we're both sat up on our knees as I continue to fuck into her from behind.
"And who, my dear, might you be?"
"Gah, agh, guh!"
… Blinking, I shift my grip from her neck to her chin and turn her head enough to see her face. I deadpan upon the reveal of an extremely silly expression, her eyes truly rolled back in her head, her jaw all but slack in my grip, and her tongue lolling out of her mouth like she was actually a bitch in heat, rather than being treated like one by an over-sized wolf.
A sense of canine satisfaction sparks somewhere in the back of my mind, and I snort derisively. My inner wolf was actually proud, as proud as he could be anyways, of the state he'd left his bitch in. Over the past month, he'd broken her down until she was truly nothing but the optimal breeding bitch… not that he'd made much progress in successfully implanting pups in her womb.
Well, at least I could say that was one area my wolf had not surpassed me in. If I'd had access to my full faculties, I would have simply used the Reality Stone to make it possible for her to get pregnant by my massive throbbing canine cock. It would seem, he hadn't been capable of problem solving on that scale. Still, he'd definitely done a number on her mind.
Before my abrupt departure from Earth, I was leery to use the Mind Stone overly much and 'ruin my fun'. Now… now I knew better. I'd been an idiot. And so, without hesitation, I reach into this dark-skinned slut's mind and see what there is to see. While a lot of her thoughts and memories have been thoroughly suppressed by my wolf's ham-fisted use of the Mind Stone to turn her into his preferred bitch, he hadn't actually erased anything.
It's easy enough to use the Mind Stone to brush away the trauma of the last month, scattering it aside like an archeologist using a fine brush to get rid of sand and dirt covering a fossil. And then, with that all gone, I could look underneath and see what there was to see. At the same time as I'm learning all there is to know about this wench and what she knows about where we are, she stops making gurgling moans and actually starts thinking somewhat clearly, albeit fairly groggily, for the first time in weeks.
"W-Wha… where…"
Shifting my hand back down from her jaw to her neck, I growl into her hair and grin as she tenses up in my grasp, a leftover instinctual reaction of submission coming over her as I continue to drill into her cunt, albeit with my human cock now, rather than my canine one. Of course, when she realizes that I am seemingly not in fact the big hulking wolf she's been fucked by for the past month, she starts to belatedly struggle.
She's strong, I'll give her that. But then, knowing what I now know about her thanks to the Mind Stone, that doesn't surprise me. Still, as veins of purple energy glow beneath my skin, I hold her still with ease, overpowering her. When she keeps fighting, the panicking idiot that she is, I use that same strength to force her forward again, slamming her back into the floor with a slap as her flesh connects in multiple places and she lets out a frustrated cry.
"Your circumstances haven't changed all that much, Brunnhilde. I would suggest you treat me as you did my wolf and Don't. Fight. Back."
Despite my warning, she still continues to struggle for at least a moment more… but finally calms down after a moment, going still as she looks up at me with one eye, her face pressed sideways into the floor.
"W-Who the fuck are you? Your wolf? That beast belonged to someone?"
Smiling down at her, my cock still filling her wet cunt quite snugly, I shake my head.
"Not exactly. The wolf and I are one and the same, Brunnhilde. The incident that brought me to this place… Sakaar, was it? It left me a little out of my mind. And so, my lesser half took over for a time. I'm back now though… and better than ever."
I allow her to assimilate that for a second, watching her both literally… and metaphysically. With the Mind Stone, I can literally watch her synapses firing inside of that head of hers, and even understand it as it happens in real time. I watch as she takes in my words, processing them, and fitting them into the neat little boxes that she calls her reality. And I watch as what I've been calling her finally catches up with the rest of her thoughts and she bristles in irritation.
"Don't… don't call me that."
Given I'd specifically called her by the name she was least fond of on purpose, I just smile and cock an eyebrow.
"What? Brunnhilde? It's your name, isn't it? I plucked it right from your mind, after all. Brunnhilde, Leader and Last of Odin's Valkyries."
She growls and despite knowing that it's no use and in fact a very bad idea, the dark-skinned Asgardian nevertheless struggles with all her heart beneath me, bucking her hips and straining against my rock-solid hold.
"Shut up! I am not Odin's ANYTHING! Never again will I kneel before the Allfather!"
I nod pityingly along with her little rant, letting her get it all out of her system.
"Quite right, too. Who knew Odin had such a… sordid history? I certainly didn't… until I found you. My oh my, but you are a treasure trove of information."
I grin as she stiffens, finally seeming to realize just how deeply I'm in her memories.
"G-Get out of my head!"
Letting out a laugh, I merely make my presence in her mind more obvious instead, allowing her to FEEL just how I'm blanketing her sense of self with my own. She shudders and in an obviously conditioned response, cums around my cock, orgasming explosively for me just as she had whenever my wolf had used the Mind Stone as a hammer instead of a scalpel this past month.
"Is this more to your liking, Brunnhilde? You certainly enjoyed it enough when my wolf did this, didn't you?"
"P-Please…"
Ah, how quickly they break. Though in all fairness, Brunnhilde was more fractured than many, wasn't she? Neither I nor my wolf had truly broken her. She'd broken herself a thousand years hence, and at this point we were just smashing the little pieces to even littler bits. This cowardly Valkyrie who had been living with survivor's guilt after her sisters and subordinates sacrificed themselves to save hers a thousand years ago… was no warrior woman.
Perhaps under different circumstances, she could have been. But as things stood, there was only one thing I wanted from Brunnhilde.
"Submit."
My voice layers with power and Brunnhilde's eyes roll back in her head all over again as I begin reshaping her into MY woman. Not the Grandmaster's bounty hunter, not my wolf's bitch. But MINE. As she should be. As she can be. Her most perfect version of herself. She will belong to me and me alone and no one else.
And of course, because the process is made easier if I distract her physically, I begin to truly fuck her again, really pounding into her from behind. Moaning and gurgling soon fill the room right along the slap of flesh against flesh. By the time I'm done with her, she won't be QUITE as useless as my wolf made her. No, she'll have some value to her beyond simply a bed warmer. Value to me, of course. And only to me.
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"Great and Honorable Grandmaster. On behalf of our glorious father, I thank you for granting us this audience."
Despite his… officious tone and over the top flowery speech, Ebony Maw was not happy about being here. Or rather, not happy about being here under these circumstances. The Child of Thanos was not used to having to use… diplomacy in order to achieve his father's goals.
Alas, out of all of the Black Order, he was probably the best at it. His brothers Cull Obsidian and Corvus Glaive were warriors through and through, as was his sister Proxima Midnight. Meanwhile, their two wayward sisters, the treacherous Gamora and Nebula, had been trained as assassins and infiltrators more than anything.
And so, it fell to him, Ebony Maw, to be the voice of reason to the unwashed masses. And certainly, there were quite a lot of unwashed people on this… dumpster heap of a planet.
Ah, what Ebony wouldn't give to be allowed to cleanse Sakaar down to bedrock in fire and plasma. The entire place was an affront to his senses… but alas, that would not be a wise move. One did not… casually cross the Grandmaster.
The being known as the Grandmaster was said to have been born shortly after the beginning of the universe, right alongside his brother, the Collector. Both of them were childish, immature creatures by nature, who had quickly fallen into their respective roles. The Collector collected objects of all kinds, while the Grandmaster was said to have become obsessed with manipulating life-forms into fighting each other to death.
As was made quite obvious by the fact that Ebony was talking to the man in his imperator's box high above the massive arena that dominated a good section of Sakaar. Down below, combat was taking place between some of the fighters… but Ebony Maw paid them no mind. He was instead wholly focused on the Grandmaster himself. If only he could say that the Grandmaster was extending him the same courtesy.
"Oh, yeah, you're here. Topaz, was this meeting scheduled? I feel like this meeting wasn't scheduled."
"I'm afraid it was, sir."
"Damn, my memory must be going in my old age."
Ebony Maw keeps his bristling to a minimum, even as Cull Obsidian lets out a grunt behind him, the musclebound hulking Child of Thanos shifting from foot to foot almost anxiously. But then, Cull wasn't much of a talker. Ebony was. Giving a sweeping bow, the floating telekinetic soldiers on all the same.
"It is my great pleasure to inform you that you have the privilege of providing the Great Titan with his next army. We are here to purchase a capable force of slave warriors, to be used against Asgard."
Even that particular name drop doesn't fully get the Grandmaster's attention, though he does glance in Ebony's direction.
"Asgard? Really? Huh, Thanos is finally putting on the big boy pants, is he?"
Ebony has to reach out with his mind and quite literally hold Cull still so that his brother doesn't do something inadvisable. He himself is just as incensed though, and it takes all of his self-control not to shake with rage as he bares his teeth.
"It has come to our father's attention that Asgard is undefended in a way it has not been in millennia. More than that, one of the stones is in Odin's treasure fault. The Tesseract will be the first of many Infinity Stones that the Great Titan collects. Rejoice, for you will play a role in bringing about his grand plan at last."
"Yeah, yeah, half of all life. Sounds fun and all that. So, you want an army to go and ransack Asgard. The only question is, what are you willing to pay for it?"
Ebony opens his mouth, about to reply, when a sudden cheer erupts from the crowd on a noise level beyond anything he's heard so far that night. It distracts him and throws him off momentarily, while the Grandmaster loses what little focus, he'd managed to pull away from the fights entirely and leans forward in excitement.
"Ooh! My Champion is about to fight! You're going to want to see this!"
Ebony doesn't know why, but there's a note of something in the Grandmaster's voice, like there's a joke there that only he gets. Slowly turning in midair, the floating telekinetic purses his lips together as he and Cull Obsidian watch the hulking wolf bound out into the middle of the arena. Meanwhile, on the other side, a number of gladiators come running out, all roaring and wielding weapons of middling power.
Glancing them all over, Ebony doesn't see much to be impressed by. And the wolf is… just a wolf? Where is the Grandmaster's Champion? What is this?
But then, just as the gladiators are getting close to the wolf, it's eyes flash yellow… and without missing a beat, the eclectic collection of alien slave warriors turn and begin to slaughter each other instead. In the same moment, red and purple glows erupt from under the wolf's furs, and it flies forward, pouncing on this target and then that target, killing the gladiators who seem incapable of paying it any mind, or showing even the smallest sense of self preservation.
There's laughter and hoots and hollers from the crowd, who apparently love this, who are eating this up. The Grandmaster is the same way, cackling at this and that, cheering his Champion on. Ebony Maw is… speechless. Floating there in silence, he just stares down at the wolf in abject shock, utterly baffled at what he's seeing. Surely, it's not possible. And yet, if there was one thing that Thanos had done, it was training his children to recognize even the barest hints of the presence of Infinity Stones.
This… this wasn't hints. This was as in your fucking face as it got. And the worst part was, it even added up. They had been hunting the Infinity Stones on Thanos' behalf for ages. They were aware of one being on Earth, which is why they had sent Loki with the Mind Stone to retrieve it. A stone to find another stone.
Instead, they'd lost both Space and Mind for quite a while.
Meanwhile, the disgraced warrior Ronan the Accuser had been tasked with retrieving Power, only to betray Thanos and then end up thwarted by a bunch of misfits calling themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy. Among their number, Ebony Maw's treacherous sister Gamora. Except when the dust settled there, no one had the Power Stone from what they could tell. Not the so-called Guardians, not the Nova Corps of Xandar, not even the Ravagers who'd been chasing Peter Quill.
This was all to say, while the Time and Soul Stones were still being sought for, and the Space Stone was known to be on Asgard in Odin's Treasure Vault, Power, Mind, and even Reality had all been in the wind. One theory had been that they had somehow all made their way to Earth, somehow.
Except no… no, because Ebony Maw had just found the three wayward stones. Power, Mind, and Reality… all concentrated in this… wolf? It truly stretched his suspension of disbelief to the breaking point, but how could he not ignore what was in front of his very eyes? That wolf down there had somehow… eaten three Infinity Stones and not exploded? Had somehow assimilated their powers and become capable of utilizing them in concert without dying a grisly death.
It was a true impossibility, and yet this changed everything. As the fight below comes to a close, Ebony Maw sweeps around and looks back to the Grandmaster.
"Are you aware that your current Champion has somehow managed to swallow three Infinity Stones?"
For the first time, the Grandmaster gives him some measure of his full attention, looking him in the eye and smiling snidely.
"But of course. I'd recognize the universe's first shits anywhere. What of it?"
Ebony Maw bristles and grits his teeth, but the Grandmaster isn't done yet, leaning back in his seat and waving a hand airily.
"My brother always cared more about collecting those rocks then I did. But I have to admit, realizing my latest Champion had three of the things that Taneleer has been hunting for eons certainly tickled me pink!"
"You are aware that the Great Titan requires the Infinity Stones. ALL of the Infinity Stones. And yet, you kept this from us."
"You didn't ask."
The most infuriating thing about the flippant answer is that it's probably blatantly honest. The Grandmaster truly didn't care, did he? Though… this truly did change everything. Before, the Grandmaster was someone that Ebony's father had thought not to make an enemy of, in his infinite wisdom. However, if Thanos found out that there were three Infinity Stones on Sakaar, all of them concentrated in the body of one single stinking wolf… he would be here with his entire armada in a day, ready to lay waste to this garbage heap, the Grandmaster's power be damned.
Still, diplomacy decreed that Ebony Maw had to give the irreverent and childish Primordial Being at least a chance to make the right decision.
"We would happily pay extra for your Champion alongside the army that our father has sent us here to procure."
"Oh? Extra huh? Heh, did you hear that Topaz? They want to pay extra. For MY Champion."
"Yes sir. Very funny sir. Ha Ha."
The deadpan delivery of the woman standing at the Grandmaster's right hand makes Ebony want to drive a spike through her brain. But no, they are surrounded by the Grandmaster's men, to say nothing of the Grandmaster himself. It would not do for him and Cull to get themselves killed here without getting a message back to their father.
"Surely there must be something you want… something we can offer you."
Looking at them both for a long second with a blank expression on his face… the Grandmaster snaps his fingers and points at Cull Obsidian.
"You know what, there is! A fight!"
… Of course. Ebony should have known.
"Look, if you want my Champion, or more accurately, if you want what's in my Champion's belly, you're going to have to kill him anyways. And then I'm going to be down a Champion. So… let's make a deal. Your big beefy friend goes down there and fights my Champion as a contender. If he wins, you get the corpse afterwards. But I get to keep tall, dark and scary until another Champion-worthy contender comes along and knocks him off of his pedestal."
This was… not unexpected. Given the Grandmaster's obsession with fights, Ebony had been fully prepared to pimp out his brother to fight in the Primordial's arena. But for an army, it would have been a handful of fights at best. Certainly not more than two or three, maybe five at absolute most. After all, Cull was more valuable in the long run then an army of slave fodder.
But was Cull more valuable in the long run then three Infinity Stones? No… and they both knew it. Looking to his brother, he sees complete acceptance in the hulking warriors' eyes. Cull Obsidian might be more brawns than brains, but he fully understood what their father was trying to do, that they were working to save the galaxy from itself. To get their father halfway to his goal in one fell swoop, and all it cost was indentured servitude for the foreseeable future? It was an easy choice to make.
"You have a deal, Grandmaster. Cull Obsidian will fight your Champion and take his place when he wins. In exchange, you will let us take the Infinity Stones… and also supply the army we came for in the first place."
With a laugh and another airy wave of his hand, the Grandmaster just grins.
"Sure, sure. Sounds good to me."
Ebony Maw allows himself a smile, even as he watches Cull Obsidian be led away, down to the arena for his battle. His brother's sacrifice would not be forgotten, not by him and certainly not by their father. But without a shadow of a doubt, it would be Ebony Maw who would get to bask in Thanos' unadulterated approval and pleased gratitude when he returned with THREE Infinity Stones floating alongside him.
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