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March 10th 2016 Gemworld 4:00 PM EDT

Once I retreated to seclusion to 'stew over my dilemma' I arranged for Cherry and Zee to meet me so we could set out immediately for Dark Opal's territory. Finding it wasn't tough, I still had that ridiculous skull map memorized, and with Cherry and Zee helping I was able to cloak my presence as I flew there so I didn't get noticed by any random Duke or something. After letting Barbie know what was going on and arranging for her to help stall, I officially set my plan in motion.

The first thing I did was lock myself up and spread it around that I was going to wait Graciel out. I loudly declared to the whole city that I thought her task lacked sincerity and that I was going to patiently allow her to reconsider. Then I snuck out of there with the help of Zee's magic and Cherry's phantom abilities. That should buy me a few days or even a week or two. I'd come across pretty stubborn during this whole mess, so chances were lots of eyes were on my 'retreat' waiting to see me fold. People loved watching arrogant men being knocked off their pedestals.

I was the royal son in law, at least potentially, so no one would barge in, which meant I was essentially guaranteeing that everyone knew exactly where I was. Dark Opal undoubtedly had spies in Amethyst (no dark lord worth his salt didn't plant people in his enemy's territory' which would buy me some time to actually accomplish the task hopefully. Now we were in Dark Opal territory in the city of Cobalt, the capital city.

During the trip we had been scouting out information in every city we passed (mostly Cherry, who was excellent at it due to her invisibility and phasing) and we'd managed to identify the location of the royal citadel easily enough. On the ride over I'd been thinking about how exactly we might do this, and where we might find the stone, and it occurred to me that this thing had been in Dark Opal's hands for decades.

While it was common sense to keep things important to you close by, the chances of any rational carrying around a big ass magic rock on them just to be an asshole to someone who wasn't anywhere near them and would never see it were pretty much slim to none. There was no way that the stone was on his person, not after so long, which meant the most likely place was the royal treasury.

This was excellent for me for multiple reasons. First, with no clue I was coming the citadel wouldn't be under extra guard, second, after literal decades of no attempts it would be literally unthinkable for Dark Opal that someone would dare rob his treasury, third, if he had C ranked materials from one of the nearby territories then he probably had other good stuff. Maybe not anything as terrifying as the gem, but maybe I could pick up some D ranked materials, or E ranked at the very least.

Whatever the outcome if I did this right I would be able to gather enough to not only complete my plans, but to upgrade every one of my F rankers to E rank. Hell, I could probably upgrade myself to D rank, but for the moment I was holding back. At the very least I hadn't been able to fully master my new abilities or explore all their uses. If I upgraded now I might miss out on a good direction to take, plus once I got back to Gotham E rank would be enough to take care of myself once Doctor Gotham was out of the way.

Better to have the versatility of a large, unquestioningly loyal force of E rankers. I could only be in so many places at one time, and my other subordinates would definitely have more specific talents that could make up for gaps in my own abilities. It all depended on exactly how much I was able to gather in terms of points. If I earmarked ten million, the million I had now would be enough to upgrade all of my people, but it would leave me a bit low.

To figure that out though I would need to identify exactly how to get in and rob this asshole, which was why I was currently sitting in a tavern in Cobalt, staring through a window at the massive, garish black castle that towered over the city. Dark Opal, it seemed, was kind of an edgelord, because the aesthetic here was something I'd expect to come from the mind of a fourteen year old emo.

I turned to Cherry, who was sitting down across from me. I raised an eyebrow and she lifted a hand, invoking her ability. All five of her fingertips caught fire, burning like candle wicks, and she nodded. "Ok. So no one can overhear us. One of the Hand's abilities is the power to let thieves go unseen or unheard in a targets territory. I've been expending a bit of power to make people ignore us since we got to town, but with me invoking this sphere of silence we should be free to talk unless someone much stronger than me decides to forcibly break the concealment, which I would notice."

I grinned. "Fantastic. Zee, put up a secondary scrying detection ward just to be safe. No such thing as overprepared." She closed her eyes, muttering to herself before opening them and nodding. "Perfect. Now what's the situation in the capital. We've been here a day, which isn't much, but your information gathering ability and powers are well suited to this. Were you able to get close enough to case the place?"

Cherry scowled. "No. Not by myself. The Hand is a subtle tool. It can brute force weaker wards like the ones on the bandit stronghold, but the ones here are old and terrifying. No chance of me breaking through them alone. However while brute force isn't an option, I can hide any damage we do while getting in, at least for a while. If Zee can crack through the first few layers that dragon breath should finish the job. That's not the problem at hand though."

"Yeah, the nobility." I said the words like they had a foul smell, because they kind of did. These assholes were going to be a huge problem, and I absolutely wasn't going to be able to handle them in anything like a straight fight. Any middling Duke would swat me like a fly if attacked them head on. Luckily I had no intention of doing that. "Don't worry, I have some things in mind. I'm going to need to use the phone to make myself look like I'm back in Amaranthine now and again to keep suspicion off, but I'm prepared to stay here a while to arrange things."

I was also going to have to make a disguise artifact to keep me from being spotted or recognized. Opal citizens were pretty distinctive, what with the stripes, and Cherry couldn't cloak us all the time. We needed to blend while I made some arrangements. Cherry look assuaged, but Zee seemed hesitant. "Are you sure you need to do this Nicky? It's an awful risk. We could just tell the Princess that we concede. Amy is really sweet and she has a ton of power, I get why you want to marry her, but changing your last name isn't worth dying over."

Of course, that wasn't the real reason. The reason was that as soon as we managed to do this I'd have the points needed to go the fuck home, not to mention a nice nest egg for upgrades in the future. I hadn't told her about my points though, so all I could do was deflect. "It's fine, Zee. You know me. I don't do anything I'm not confident in. I'm not rushing this either. There's no reason for anyone to attack us if they don't know we're her. As long as we take it step by step there are measures we can take to pull this off."

Cherry gave her a reassuring smile, squeezing her arm supportively. "Hey, don't be such a worrier. Nicky isn't stupid, he isn't going to try to fight everyone in the city of something like that." She paused, her tone still pretty certain but with a hint of doubt creeping in. "Probably. But even if he did he would have a way to accomplish his goal. Regardless since this idea seems insane and unfeasible, it just means we're not in on his real plan yet."

I ginned. Cherry was easily my most understanding girl. She was also right. "It's fine Zee. I'm not planning anything rash. We need to case this place for quite a bit longer, and I have arrangements to make. Rest assured we don't actually need to fight anyone. Hell, if we do this right they won't even know we were here until we're safely back in Amethyst, or better yet, home." B rank or not, there was no way Dark Opal was going to come to earth and run rampant. The League might be annoying busybodies, but they were POWERFUL annoying busy bodies. Not even the most useless villains were stupid enough to accuse those walking insurance claims of weakness.

Even with most of them being off world, Doctor Fate alone should be able to counter Dark Opal, at least given the sorcerer's seeming surety he could handle Doctor Gotham as long as I severed the roots of his power. In any case, I just needed to go slow and use my brain. With the right lever even a baby could move the world. I turned to Cherry. "I'm going to need some supplies to set up our disguises, I'll make you a list." I scrawled out a bunch of item categories on a piece of paper from my pouch and passed it to her.

Then I wrote out a second one. "I also want all the information available on any of the subjects on this list. Don't be obvious about it, and take your time if you need to. You know what you're doing so I won't go into specifics. The more information we can gather, the more stable the next stages of our plans will be, and the less danger we have to deal with when things fall out. Information is the most important resource you can have."

Back in Gotham I'd been close enough to Metropolis to use my sources to ferret things out, plus I grew up right over the river and had a thorough grounding in most of the areas I was playing around in. Business for the most part, my criminal plans had been a bit more seat of my pants, but I'd taken precautions to avoid discovery. Here though, I would be dealing with a seriously powerful force. Trying to do anything to them directly would just get me crushed. I needed to find pressure points to exploit, gaps to slip through.

In a way I was excited. Back on earth I would never be able to do something like this. Despite being capable of it, the political landscape there was too unified, at least on a surface level. The UN and their justice lackeys sticking their nose in everyone's business. Here though, if you toppled or even seriously damaged a country, not only would you not suffer for it, you might get rewarded. The houses here were all circling sharks under the surface. If Opal took a hit, all their neighbors would be ready and waiting to dogpile them.

Cherry read over the list, giving me a searching look, and I just nodded at her. "Like I said, all you need to do is get that information. I won't make any huge decisions before I see how things look. I'm not in much of a rush. With the communication device we can appear in Amaranthine once in a while so even my deceptions aren't a problem. I have a general idea of the direction I'm taking, and the rest...we shall see. After all, everyone knows how you eat a whale." My face split into a vicious grin. "One bite at a time."

March 13th 2016 Gemworld 8:00 PM EDT

The next three days were spent preparing. My first move was to use the supplies on the first list I'd given Cherry to put together a couple disguise items. Since the point was to be pretty much invisible to anyone higher ranked, and the Opal bloodline wasn't perception based anyway I decided to stick with a couple of F ranked disguise items. Thirty thousand used left me at one million, two hundred and twenty thousand GP when all was said and done, and since we got consistent materials I ended up with three copies of the same item.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Mask of many faces- F rank. An unheard whisper in an uncaring world. A familiar stranger passing in the night. Assume a new form more suited to your environment. Only one face may be worn at a time, choosing a new face will erase the old completely. Observers will be less likely to question the origin or nature of your face.]

I made one for each of the girls too, and let them know the details. From what I could see it picked a randomized collection of features. The mask could be removed and put back on without losing those features, but if you changed to a new randomized facade, the first was lost and could never be gotten back. Useful for a single long term deep cover mission, or for a series of very short undercover ops that you never went back to, but limited in several other situations.

Once we had those gone I sent Cherry out to gather the intel on the second list. Zee and I stayed back in the room, and she realized that the mask made the whole 'villain forcing himself on me' roleplay way more convincing and made me pin her down and fuck her into a screaming heap. I had some fun with it, and had her try hers on. Apparently it covered the whole body, and clapping striped ass was a somewhat novel experience.

Eventually though, Cherry came back with the information I wanted, and I began the process of toppling (or at least unbalancing) an established country. As Cherry brought back the info at the inn we were staying at, Zee (who in the absence of any reason not to liked to lie around the room bare ass naked) finally had enough and asked me outright. "Ok, so what the hell is the plan here? You've made a lot of cryptic remarks, but I'm not seeing exactly what we're supposed to do here. Are you going to start a rebellion?"

Cherry had put up the field of silence around the room so we couldn't be spied on, so I decided it was time to finally share a bit. "No. Starting a rebellion is amateur hour. It sounds like a decent idea on paper, distract them with an attempted coup and slip in under their nose, but in practice it isn't functional. There are a few problems with that line of attack, but the biggest has to be the fact that during a coup attempt, the ruling class is braced for attack. They're on their guard and expecting something to happen, which has the unintended consequence of poking the hornets nest and getting them all riled up."

"Well damn. Ok then what's the plan?" Far from seeming as horrified as I expected, Zee sounded excited to learn more, and given her fat jiggly tits bouncing around in the open as she sat up to look at me, I was feeling warmly disposed enough to give her a little lesson. I'd been planning to corrupt her anyway, and aside from the depraved things I was doing to her orifices on the regular I hadn't even started, so I walked over to sit down on the bed and pulled her into my lap, fondling some fat, currently blue and white striped titty as a tuition fee as I educated her.

She wriggled hotly on my lap, and I enjoyed the feeling as I forced myself to focus. "First lesson of toppling any organization, you need to take into account their basic nature. Dynasties are, at their core, rulers. Not always good ones, or useful ones, but their defining characteristic is the desire for control. The key to unbalancing one is to take control, but not in such a way as it can't be regained. You need to strip away their control in a manner they're familiar with and can respond to appropriately. Something expected enough not to upset them any more than you need them to be upset to get their attention."

I mauled her bouncy breast with one hand and stuffed two fingers of the other up her cunt, adoring how wet and ready she was. Fuck I wanted more pussy. This dragon think might have cranked my sex drive, because I'd been balls deep in those hot little bitch for days and I was still panting for it. She was good pussy, but this was more lustful than even I usually was, no matter how sweet the cunt was. Luckily Zee was a needy little bitch after a few days of proper attention, and Cherry would never stop her daddy from getting his dick wet.

Still, I shook off the distraction of my now steel hard cock and finished my thought. "Point is. We aren't starting a rebellion, because that'll put them on guard. Attacks can be defended against. We want them to have to go TO the problem not wait for it. We're going to start a gang war. In the face of damage to the foundation of the city they'll be forced to move out and quell it, but since it's an external issue they'll consider it peacekeeping rather than a threat."

Zee moaned, half in delight, half in understanding. "Oooooh. So since they're expecting criminals to fuck with each other they won't see anything out of the ordinary and won't put their guard up." She ground her hips in small circles, gliding her cunt further up my fingers as best she could. "But if a gang war was enough someone would have robbed the palace ages ago right? Plus I know you well enough to know you never pick a single path to victory when you can have a backup. Starting a gang war also wouldn't have taken you this long to set up."

I laughed, grinding the heel of my palm into her clit and drawing a ragged moan from the squirming sorceress slut. "See, I love when you show me you're good for more than these fat bouncy jugs of yours. I decided to trust you with my identity because your head is more than just a holder for a pretty place to shove my cock." I nipped her ear. "Though it is very pretty. Yes. Well spotted. An internal attack would tax resources but not cause any noticeable change in momentum, as I mentioned these people are expecting it. So we need to make sure they get hit with something they aren't expecting at the same time."

Zee's cunt was practically a faucet. She absolutely adored when I monologued while molesting her. The feeling of being trapped and talked down to by a villain played into her cnc fantasy nicely, so this was basically heaven for the dirty little magic user. As if to confirm it she let her head fall back, beginning to

squirm just enough to feel like resistance without there being any chance of escape.

She let out an animal groan. "You fucker, this is so wrong. Making me listen to this. Making me part of your plans. You're fucking sick, using my pristine hero pussy to amuse yourself while you tell me all your twisted goals." If her fat ass hadn't been sandwiching my cock I'd probably have laughed, but you'd be surprising how easy it is to play along with a fat bootied bitch grinding on your cock. Lame or not, dirty talk is simple with a hot slut in your lap. Plus the campy hero and villain stuff was kind of fun for me. It somehow made that magic pussy even better.

Deciding that I needed to actually clarify things before I got swept up in deep dicking the dirty bitch again while Cherry fingered herself watching (a thought that did NOT help my erection) I pushed on. "Anyway. The missing ingredient is an outside attack. Not something subtle, but a full scale enemy raid. Something to draw eyes away from the city itself from everyone not focused on the gang war. To do that, I've had Cherry gathering some information, which I'm sure she's ready to share with us."

"Did you need me to wait outside while you finish?" Cherry's tone was wicked and teasing as she watched me paw at the busty italian sorceress, taking obvious pleasure in watching me use her as I saw fit, and at the corruption she no doubt knew was occurring.

Still, Zee wasn't the only one here, and I wasn't letting her get the chain of command twisted. My eyes snapped to hers. "Cherise if I need something from you I'll tell you exactly what it is. If I want to shove her down my cock and make you kneel in front of us with your mouth open to catch her cunt drippings I'll do it. Now do I need to repeat myself or are you going to tell me what you fucking found?" My tone was firm but not harsh, making sure she knew she'd fucked up but that she wasn't in trouble...yet.

Cherry shuddered a bit in enjoyment of the treatment, and I realized seeing me paw at Zee had made her jealous, so she'd teased me a bit to get some attention, I shoved a third finger in Zee's cunt just to let her know I knew what she was doing, and the sexy sorceress moaned and wriggled her fat ass enticingly in my lap. I was enjoying the hell out of this, but I made a mental note to try some meditation or some shit. This dragonkin horniness was really getting in the way of me getting shit done, and just fucking until I calmed down didn't seem to be a viable solution.

"As you commanded I went out to look around and put some priority on the groups you mentioned." Cherry was staring between Zee's legs hungrily, but I was pretty sure she was looking at my hand and not the pussy it was buried in. Though knowing Cherry it could be both. "As expected, there are multiple powerful criminal groups in the city, seemingly operating with tacit permission from the dynasty. Some of them seem to be backed by forces from the palace itself, and a few are probably spies from rival factions, but I haven't had time to dig them out."

I shook my head dismissively. "That's not realistic in the short term. Even with your abilities it's unlikely you're going to run across evidence of espionage. Most of them would probably be rooted out by now. Dark Opal is pretty universally hated, and doesn't seem to bother with playing political games like the others. You might find ignored spy rings in the other dynasties, left there to keep an eye on enemy agents, but I imagine house Opal just kills them." She gave a nod, then began to fill me in on the criminal influences in the city, as well as what she managed to learn about their leanings and connections in the nobility.

She talked for quite some time, but eventually the mewling, squirming form of the fat titted sorceress in my lap overwhelmed my patience and I shoved Zee down on the bed stuffing myself into her cunt with a groan of satisfaction. Cherry slid a hand into her pants but I stopped her, telling her to keep going with her report, and she pouted sulkily as I started to rut the spellcasting bombshell into the mattress. I had perfect recall, I could multitask on a debriefing. Plus this would be a good punishment for teasing me. Maybe next time she would be good and do as she was told.

March 14th 2016 Gemworld 9:00 PM EDT

The next day was spent making preparations for my meeting with the nearby forces. Cherry had done her job well, finding plenty of information about the gangs and criminal syndicates in the city. As she mentioned, they were here at the sufference of, and sometimes with the backing of, the nobility. For our purposes however, we were looking for powerful forces that weren't backed by the nobles, ones we could pit against each other to spark up a fuss.

There weren't any, Dark Opal was far too paranoid to let any of the really independent factions get a foothold, and all the factions manned by commoners and thinbloods were too weak to do much for us. There was one or two who were mixed bloods from other dynasties who had been oppressed and left the noble circles to run their own crews, and the gangs the nobles controlled tended to keep their boots on the necks of those forces to keep them from getting out of line.

Those were my targets, the large amount of powerful gemworlders in those forces had proven themselves tenacious and strong enough to hold up under the abuse. They would also have a ton of pent up aggression, and, given they weren't all dead for sewing discontent, enough sense not to fuck with Dark Opal's people directly. These factors made them functionally perfect for my purposes, and I'd picked out a few of them and had Cherry head back out to watch them as I worked on gathering resources.

Now, in a movie or a TV show, the best move would be to secretly infiltrate the forces with my disguise skill, to sew the seeds of rebellion and whisper in the right ears like a shadowy puppet master. But ain't nobody got time to insidiously infiltrate the criminal underworld of a fantasy word and slowly poison the well. That was why I picked the targets that I had. They were already primed to blow, and their natural leanings would put them on a collision course with each other. Once Cherry got me the information I needed on the intergang politics between those factions I could begin.

A good plan, when executed properly, requires three things. First, motivation. Greed, lust, hatred, anything that will get people moving will work, but you need to light that fuse. Second, momentum, the forces involved have to have the power to actually erupt with the force needed to reach their destination. And third, misdirection. Once the gun is aimed and fired, someone else needs to be holding it in order for the plan to be considered a success. Any plan that sees you caught and punished is naturally a failure.

I had picked out forces with preexisting momentum for the purposes of my performance. In order to properly execute the plan that left me to supply the latter two elements. Misdirection was a key portion of the plan in its entirety, I would need to lay false trails and be careful to avoid showing any traces of my presence, but my preparations in Amaranthine were an excellent first step in that particular goal. Which only left momentum needed to be supplied. I needed to hand over some element that would help these forces throw off their shackles and erupt into action against each other.

The obvious solution here was to supply them with some sort of items or medicines to allow them to explode with an unusual amount of power, giving them the confidence to attack their enemies but not so much that they aim their fury at their actual oppressors. Of course I would need to supply the same thing to their enemies as well, and then arrange for a third party faction to FIND OUT I had done so, showing them a vulnerability they could exploit to draw the necessary attack from a neighboring dynasty.

I'd worry about that last part later though, for now I just had to put together a little care package for the forces I had chosen to court, I could worry about delivery once it was done. I consulted Zee on the exact ingredients and necessary recipes, workshopping several chemical compounds and mystical medicines that would do what I needed, but the main issue was that I needed something G rank so I didn't blow my whole points stash making enough for everyone. I played around with quite a few ingredients before I came up with a proper answer.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Bloodsurge Pill- G rank. No one gets something for nothing, but some trades are worse than others. Burn the potential of the recipient to ignite the limits of their bloodline, forcibly advancing them to the next rank of their bloodline at the cost of their future advancement. For anyone with no potential to burn, lifeforce will be exhausted, aging the recipient prematurely.]

This little concoction was not limited to G rank, based on the description, it would work on higher ranked bloodline users too. I made a hundred and ten, leaving me at 1.1 million after accounting for merging some of the ingredients. Of course, the more advanced the bloodline, the harder it was to fuel growth, so I would need to make sure none of the powerful people tried them. A B ranker who took one of these would probably vanish into a puff of dust as it aged them into bones trying to burn enough lifeforce to elevate them. The ranking was specifically set as low as it was because of the terrible cost, which meant literally nothing to me because I gave no fucks about these people.

Amusingly however, if they actually did perform well enough during all this to grab attention and then somehow escape, my chalice was pretty much the only readily available solution to this kind of problem, so I might pick up a few high ranking nobles for a steal. Once I had all of that done, I fucked Zee for a few hours while I waited for Cherry to get back, and left my sorceress passed out as the thief slipped back inside with the information I requested.

She sat down across from me, nearly glowing with pride. "So I looked into it. The factions you gave me the names of were easy enough to find, and after all day sitting around in bars and invisibly following people, I managed to suss out the basic situation. We have three top contenders. First is the Bone Barons. They're necromancers mostly. Old school magic and not bloodline originating from what I can tell. The Opal bloodline seems to be some kind of beast incarnation, a method to allow them to manifest body parts and abilities from powerful beasts."

She passed me a small journal she'd been filling with notes. "The Bone Barons mostly raise the dead, and they're currently at odds with the Shadow Lords, these people aren't exactly original with their naming sense, but I suppose in a world obsessed with bloodlines and nobility it's to be expected. The Shadow Lords use shadow magic, mostly, and given the congregation of those forces in places like graveyards the two factions clash pretty often over land and resources."

"Finally," She said proudly. "We have a gang that is considered the single largest gang outside noble influence. The Empty Door. Mysterious, elusive, and run by the strongest mixed blood renegade of Opal, the Empty Door has been eluding authorities in this city for years. The leader, Charon of Opal, had a mother who was from house Carmine. They're blood controllers, and he mostly ended up with her abilities, though I personally think there's more to it than that.

Regardless, he's the big fish we need, at least in my opinion. The other two gang leaders aren't a match for him."

I gave a small hum of indecision. "Not bad. These notes cover all the aspects of the gangs I asked you to look out for. Still, I'll need to do a bit of recon myself. As comprehensive as you've been, I need to get a feel for the personalities involved before we make a move. Can't predict people unless you know how they act, and getting that information from notes, no matter how well written or attentive, is just asking for trouble." Cherry all but glowed with pride at that last bit.

I reached over and slapped a fat, currently blue striped ass cheek. Zee groaned and rolled over. I winced, as good as her pussy was, Zee id have other uses. I made a mental note to spread the love a bit, because it would be a shame to break a D ranked sorceress before I got my brand on her thick jiggly ass. I clamped down on the lust, forcing myself to ignore her naked and slightly battered body, not that she'd been complaining. I threw a blanket over her to cover her up and make it easier to pay attention.

Then I smacked her ass again through the material. "Ugh, please Nicky no more. I need rest. I can't even move without wincing. I promise we can play tomorrow, just let me get one night of sleep." Cherry snickered a bit as I slapped her cheek again, and she sat up, pulling the sheet in front of her tits in a way I was thankful for since it kept me from getting distracted. I was pretty sure I was getting a handle on the absurd lust I'd been feeling (not that I wanted it to go away completely) but Zee was a fucking bombshell, and dragon or not a sexy naked woman will get any mans motor running.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and I grinned at her. "Hey there sleeping beauty, lucky for you I need information to come out of that pretty mouth, not to shove my cock in it." I frowned a bit at the rasp in her voice. That would get annoying long term, I might have used her throat a few too many times last night. I reached down to where my pouch was resting and pulled out a bottle of moon berry wine and three glasses, pouring on for each of us. I pricked my thumb with an extended claw and dripped in a drop of my blood for Zee before handing it to her.

She didn't seem to mind, and downed the glass, which wasn't surprising. Zee had drunk plenty of my fluids before, and she loved the effects. I could have spat in that cup and she'd have chugged it. Aside from the taste, the effect was obvious as small bruises and bit marks healed visible. Her head fell back with a low moan and her pupils dilated as her body was repaired and her magic was boosted by my Vital Tempest bloodline.

I felt my cock stiffen at the sound, but perfect bodily control let me force myself to calm down, and I got back to my plan. "Anyway, since you're all good now. I need a glamour. My masks give us perfect disguises that can't be easily breached, but if I change this one I'll lose it. I might need to play the same part a few times, so a glamour for a few identities will be helpful. Anyone strong enough will probably see through it, but that's what the mask is for anyway. Can you mock up three distinct Opal citizen disguises. Nothing too eye catching, I just want average joes."

"Of course." Zee said with an easy smile. "I've always been good at glamours. But what are you going to do with them? I know you're going to be infiltrating something, but it's hard to set up the glamours properly without information. If I know what kind of person you'll be playing I can customize them a bit better."

I grinned wickedly. "Why, I'm going to be infiltrating the three gangs Cherry just told me about. But don't worry, I have plans for making sure I'm not noticed. I won't be giving anything to anyone personally, and they won't even know who I am." I had better ideas for that. Rather than insert myself into each gang and earn their trust, I was just going to Brand a member of each of them. With the control from the Brand I could have them slip the medicines to the others without ever revealing myself, and aim them the right way besides. The next step was to begin the infiltration, and start picking my targets.

March 15th 2016 Gemworld 9:00 PM EDT

The next night I made my way to the headquarters of the Bone Barons. I'd left the stockpile of pills at home, since I wouldn't be needing them tonight. I had my glamour on, and my mask on under it. The glamour would serve for dealing with nobodies, but I couldn't swap the features on the mask because of the randomization. Having a stable Opal accepted face would be important for multiple situations I could envision, so the few glamours I'd got were a better option for short jobs.

My current visage was a handsome, square jawed Opal man in his early twenties. Not so earthshatteringly good looking he would draw attention, but enough for me to work with and to justify my confidence. I was wearing a pair of average quality clothes, the kind that people from the upper crust wore to blend in with the riffraff, so it was obvious I was well to do without showing any wealth to actually steal. Dealing with thieves you had to be subtle like that. Show enough affluence that they take you seriously but not actually tempt them with anything that can betray you.

Which was how I found myself here at the Lonesome Boatman. The Boatman was the Bone Lords home base, and one of the more secure areas in the city outside the palace. The bar was located underground, below the streets, in some sort of manmade lake or reservoir in the sewers where it was nearly impossible to find unless you had an in. Luckily I'd bribed a few people and there was enough turnover that a new face wouldn't draw too much attention.

The bar itself was a wooden building constructed on a floating wood platform. There was a long dock leading out to the platform itself, and the rest of the lake was full of some noxious looking neon green sludge that appraisal informed me was extremely toxic. Scattered throughout the green lake I could see broken rowboats, pillars of wood, and debris from boats and people alike, and walking down the dock toward the entrance I got the strong feeling that the bones floating in that stuff came from people who didn't show the proper respect.

The building was well built and sturdy, though not fancy at all. Thick, dark wood put together into a durable shape with large dark metal nails. The construction was as basic and simple as you could get, which I imagine kept repait costs down. Still, it was a homey sort of place, if you went in for crime dens, and it was clear the people were comfortable there as I stepped through the unblocked doorway and into the crowded tavern full of Opal residents.

Unlike one might expect if they watched too many movies, every0ne didn't stop and turn to look at me as I walked in. There was no oppressive silence, no record scratch, everyone just ignored me because this was a bar and nobody had time for that shit when they were getting their drink on. I glanced around the room, enjoying the sights as I took in the main headquarters of the Bone Barons.

The first thing I noticed were the waitresses. The Bone Barons didn't go in for all those skimpy costumes, their waitresses walked around bare ass naked. They were all thick girls with fat jiggly asses and plump tits that bounced as they delivered drinks, and the members of the gang would grab a handful as they liked without getting any lip. There were a few naked guys around too, though they obviously amused me less, but the female members of the gang (there were several) were just as hands on.

Everyone was drinking and cheering, a few people were playing card games, and it looked like one table was home to a pair of men playing what looked like a version of bloody knuckles that involved using foreheads instead of fists, headbutting each other back and forth until one gave in. Even my dragonkin skull ached a bit at that image, and I had fucking horns when I wanted them.

I looked over the place, watching the people nearby and dismissing them each as I glossed over their appraisals. Bruiser, thief, weapons dealer. None of these people were what I needed. I needed someone to mark who was in with the leadership. Who wouldn't be questioned. Preferably a woman I could fuck into submission instead of having to slowly win someone over, so that meant my preference was for someone younger and less powerful. I glanced across the room until I finally spotted a target behind the bar.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Sindara Bonespur- G ranked necromancer. Daughter of Alaric Bonespur, leader of the Bone Barons, Sindara is her father's perfect princess. Treated like a beloved little sister by the whole gang (the ones still alive anyway) Sindara has her father's ear on most subjects, and is a willful and excitable girl.]

She was gorgeous. Full lips, patrician nose, high cheekbones, and raven black hair. Her skin was a swirling pattern of white and dark blue, but it seemed less static than most opal citizens I'd seen, almost like the patterns were shifting, though I realized quickly it was just an illusion. Her tits weren't huge, apple sized from what I could see under her tight leather vest, which admittedly was quite a bit since she had nothing under it, but she had a spoiled princess vibe I kind of enjoyed. I decided she would be an excellent target.

I made a mental note to just beat the shit out of the next gang member to get my Brand on them. I didn't have time to take a cunt tasting tour of the whole capital, no matter what my draconic lust was telling me. But I could make room for one sassy little bitch at least. Might as well taste the local cuisine while I was here. I strolled up the the bar, slumping down into the nearest stool to her with a weary sigh. "Barkeep, a pint of your best mead. I've just come off a long journey and I could use something to drown my sorrows.

Sindara perked up at that last bit, and I smiled internally. Spoiled little rich girls ALWAYS love to hear about far away places. That grass is greener shit gets all up in their ass. She stepped over to pick a bottle (a midrange one, which I took as a good sign. It wasn't too pricey, but she didn't give me that cheap shit either) and pour it into a large mug. She slemmed it down and pushed it over to me. Closer up I could see that she was about my age. My real age rather, eighteen or so. Younger was better. Teen girls were always an easier fuck, and I didn't have time for a milf hunt.

I gave her an absent nod, not paying more attention to her than necessary to get my drink before taking a long pull and fixing my eyes on the bartop, seemingly staring at nothing. First rule of looking like you've seen some shit, ignore everything around you. When you completely lose yourself in your thoughts it makes people infinitely more curious about what they pertain to. I didn't sigh or look downtrodden, just stared blankly, nursing my mead, which was actually pretty good.

I could sense Sindara getting impatient with me, and finally she smacked her hand down on the bar. "Hey! You have to pay for that you know?" I looked up absently, as if just remembering she was there, and dropped a couple of H ranked opals on the counter. I overpaid, but I did it like it didn't matter which cemented in her mind that I was not only hot an unattainable, but I was also rich. She scooped them up, taking all of it with a pout that made it clear that she wasn't giving me change when I was ignoring her, not that she knew I could even see that. I was watching her in the reflection off my mead.

She finally had enough of waiting and leaned over, flashing me some of those sweet little apple titties over the bar as she said enticingly. "So, how are you enjoying your mead? I like sweet things sometimes too, though I prefer harder fare most of the time. What about you? What kinds of things do you usually drink?" Despite the bedroom eyes and the cleavage, the line had been a genuine question, and attempt to pry information about my travels from me. She wasn't interested enough for a come on yet, though I could change that easily.

I took a long sip, drawing out the pull longer than I needed to and looking her right in the eyes as I swallowed gulp after gulp. Making her wait would establish that I was answering at my sufferance, which would make it all the easier for her to accept me as an authority figure. I finished the mug and slammed it down. She stared at me, obviously waiting for my answer after the delay. I flicked my eyes down at the mug and she snarled in frustration, turning around and grabbing another bottle of mead to fill the mug. This one was much higher end than the first, and I smiled internally. Good she was learning.

I watched her ass as she turned. It wasn't particularly plump, but it had a nice tone to it, and she had well muscled thighs. I made sure my gaze was back on the bar when she turned and slammed the mug back down, mead sloshing over the edge of the rim as she glared at me. I smiled slightly, picked up the mug, and took a much longer, slower sip, draining about a third of the mug and enjoying the much higher quality flavor. I gave a sigh of contentment as I set it down. "I enjoy wine. Moon berries have a lovely flavor."

She ate it up. I'd made her work so long and hard for the comment that she pounced on it like scraps. "Moon berries? Like from the Moonstone kingdom? I've never had them. I hear they're very sweet, the wine must be delicious." She flushed a bit, leaning over toward me again. "Do you have any I might try? I've always wanted to taste them. They sound simply delectable. I would be happy to return your opals, and your drinks for tonight would be complimentary." She averted her eyes shyly. "If you don't have any though that's fine. You can always bring me some another time. If you make a second trip to the city anytime soon."

I gave a long, slow grin. I wasn't in by any means, but that was an excellent start. Women making future plans to see you was a great first step for fucking them. Knowing my cloak would cover my pouch I reached down into it and pulled out a small flask of Moon Berry wine. Carrying this wasn't a huge deal, so I wasn't worried about attracting attention. Honestly I could have pulled it right from the pouch in plain view given the small size, but it never hurt to be careful. I passed her the wine and she took a sip.

Her cheeks flushed darker and she gave a low moan of approval as she sipped the wine, passing it back to me with an embarrassed cough when she realized the sounds she was making. "It's very good, thank you." She swallowed hard. "As promised your drinks are free tonight, but only the ones I pour you." She gave me another smile. "So you'll need to tell me stories to keep me around to keep drinking. You can start with telling me about Moonstone kingdom. I'd love to hear what it's like there. I can't believe you traveled so close to Amethyst. I hear people there are very hostile to citizens from Opal." She propped her elbows on the bar and put her head in her hands, settling in, and I did what I did best. I started to lie. I gave her a half hour before she was on her back, but hey, maybe I could get some info even before we got started.

March 15th 2016 Gemworld 10:00 PM EDT

Sindara, not being D ranker, did NOT notice my use of Eros and Psych as I slowly fanned the flames of her desire, though honestly it was barely necessary to begin with. The spoiled little rich girl was pretty pent up, and the handsome wealthy foreigner would have been soaking her panties if she'd been wearing any. Add that to being raised around all these gangsters who were so free with their affections when she had to keep her legs closed so daddy didn't get upset, and pretty little Sindy was easy enough to get ready.

Still, I took my time and did it right. The foreplay would prime her for the mind breaking, and it would make branding her easier. Plus I wanted to feel some true blue Opal pussy. Watching Zee's fat blue striped ass ripple as my hips smashed into it was fantastic, but she was ultimately human. Emerald had been fun and I had to wonder if the bloodlines impacted that kind of thing, especially such an obvious physical mutation.

So we talked,. and drank, and she asked about my travels and I mostly made shit up, with a bit of info thrown in from Amy's stories, until eventually Sindara invited me upstairs to talk more privately. I followed her up the steps, watching her toned little ass sway enticingly, and as soon as we got into a room, I pressed her up against the wall and ground my hips into hers, making sure she felt how hard I was against her ass. I leaned down to nip at her ear. "I'm going to fuck you. But how many times and how hard depends on you. Can you take it?"

I reached out to stroke her desire, not to enflame it but just to get a sense of how this would go, but her guttural moan made it clear she approved before I even finished checking. Her voice was hungry as she responded. "I can take anything your other women do. Unless you don't have any interest in sheltered city girl pussy?" I could feel her desire as she said it, and I had to stop myself from laughing at the fact that she was competing with some imaginary country sluts I'd been fucking. What a weird thing to focus on.

Still hot though. I yanked her pants down and slapped her ass, getting another groan, before I let her go, stepping back. She turned a confused pout on me and I walked over to the nearby chair and sat down, deciding to have some fun with this bitch before I broke her in properly. I'd been doing lots of fucking, but not much getting fucked, and I felt like treating myself. I sat down in the chair next to her bed and unbuttoned my pants, fishing out my hard cock. She stared at it, gaping a bit, and I grinned. That always felt nice to experience.

I grinned at her. "I've decided to give you a chance to prove yourself. I've had pretty little rich girls before. They're all so precious and meek. If you want my attention you can earn it. Climb my cock, slut." She was staring so hard that she barely even heard me, but barely was enough as she swallowed hard and walked over to me, reaching down to wrap a small hand around my dick.

She wasn't very tall, five foot three tops, and I had a literal foot on her. Her hand looked pretty tiny compared to the fat dick she was stroking, to the point where I was pretty sure I was thicker than her wrist, though admittedly that shit was pretty delicate. She swallowed again and took of her pants, leaving herself herself bare. Her cunt lips were blue, which I'd have expected to be weird looking, but it was kind of hot. She turned around, pointed her tight little ass at me and climbed up on my lap, her knees on either of my thighs as she got in position. Sindara was the kind of person that liked being talked down to for its novelty.

She was one of those girls with a really creamy pussy, and I enjoyed the view as she tried to balance herself, leaning forward enough to show me some hungry cunt before she scooted herself into position with her hand setting the head of my cock at her pussy, then she started to slide down. She took it slow, and inch at a time, and I decided to let her go her own pace. She ate up and inch at a time, working herself down, and I noted with satisfaction that Opal pussy WAS unique.

Most pussy is kind of chaotic inside, lots of gripping muscles and angles and sensation. Sindara's pussy was...smooth. Not any less tight or anything but slick and almost glassy along the inside while still being soft. I liked it, and from her whimpers she liked me liking it. That said, after a minute or two of cock spelunking I was getting bored of waiting for her so I slapped a blue striped ass cheek. "I'm sorry, are we fucking or is this some kind of performance art? Am I watching a play? Because it feels like we're in the third act of this one thrust. Move your ass, bitch. I'm not impressed yet."

Her cunt fluttered around me, and I felt her desires flare at the humiliation. No one had ever talked to Sindara like this before, and she loved it. She started moving her hips slowly, stroking up and down my cock. The glassy friction felt fantastic, but it wasn't enough. I slapped the same cheek. "I said move, whore, or I'll go find someone who can get it done. Maybe one of those fat breasted waitresses can keep me entertained." The humiliation turned to anger and shame. She was sensitive about her smaller breasts being around those fat chested sluts all day.

She started to speed up, bracing her feet against my thighs and putting hands on her knees to keep her balance as she started to FUCK. She was really throwing that ass, and I groaned in approval as that smooth pussy glided up and down my cock at faster and faster speeds. I met the top swing with more swats to the ass, but not to discourage her, but to speed her hips up, she felt fucking fantastic. I had been so focused on domination lately because of the dragon lust I hadn't just laid back and had my cock ridden for a while, and Sindara could throw those fucking hips.

I reached down and stroked one of her tight cheeks. "Fuck, there it is, thats good pussy. Keep it up." I shoved a thumb up her asshole, and she stuttered in her rhythm and almost fell, but caught herself, getting back to fucking as I sawed my thickest finger in and out of her rectum. She made a high mewling sound, and I considered spamming orgasms, but decided to enjoy the ride for a while longer. I could flip her over and pound my authority into her later, for now I was just enjoying being taken care of.

She let out a nearly sobbing moan. "Is this good enough sir? You talked so much about those other girls in the country. Am I better? Do you like how it feels?" I paused, thinking back, and realized I might have slipped in a few too many fuck stories to get her in the mood. Dumb little bitch was feeling competitive. I wouldn't argue with results though. I still thought it was funny she got this worked up by the implication that she wasn't as good as the girls on my travels. I might have strummed her desires a bit too hard. Oh well.

I shoved my thumb further up her ass, and decided to make some shit up. "This pussy is a fucking paradise baby. You feel better than any woman I've ever had, but I'll still drop your ass if you get lazy. Keep me happy slut, don't let those fucking hips slow down. If you get my nut I'll stick around for a while. Traveling can't beat pussy like this, as long as you stay this good." I felt a surge of desire, not just for me specifically, but for power, and then it clicked into place for me.

This dirty little bitch was hoping to honey trap me and use me to take over her daddy's gang. She'd noticed my rank, not that I'd tried to hard to hide it, and wanted to earn some power with pussy. I grinned as her hips sped up again, working me deeper than she'd gotten me so far, slamming me up against her cervix in a way that probably would have been painful for someone under H rank. When she did it though, I realized how insidious this fucking trap was, because I found out exactly what made Opal pussy special.

That fucking cunt started to VIBRATE as I hit the back. Shaking up and down my dick like a fucking tuning fork, and I groaned in genuine amazement at the feel of her. I was keeping this whore, not just for a bit, this bitch was coming home with me. She'd been trying to be clever giving me this prime pussy and had accidentally outsmarted herself. I wasn't letting cunt like this go, not when I could get it again.

My hands shot down, large fingers clamping around her hips as I took control. I shifted my thighs, knocking her feet off so I had her suspended by where I held her hips, then I shoved her down my cock. When I hit the back of her this time I speared her brain with the most extreme orgasm I could fire off and she straight up screamed. I moaned right along with her as the vibration in her cunt got so intense it was hard to even feel the sensations. I was just consumed by tight, gripping motion.

I started bouncing her up and down my cock, running her to the tip and slamming her back down, battering her pussy as I enjoyed the increased vibration from my tip smashing into her cervix, and making sure to set off another orgasm with every hit. She was foaming at the mouth a little, not unconscious since she was G ranked but wailing like she'd forgotten words, and I felt my balls clench up as I dumped a load into her.

But I didn't fucking care. I didn't stop, I didn't slow down, I was fucking rabid for this pussy, I needed this pussy, she felt so fucking good I was in a frenzy. I just kept pounding into her over and over again the vibration getting more and more intense, my balls emptying over and over in a way someone who wasn't a dragonkin of the Vital Tempest would never be capable of. I could have held back but why would I bother? Since I didn't have to stop when I came I didn't see a reason not to keep dumping my loads into her.

It became almost a feedback loop, the harder I fucked the more she vibrated and the better it felt which spurred me to dick her even harder. I kept going and going and going until I was finally broken out of my rampage by a glowing orange sigil burning itself onto one of her ass cheeks. Her brain was so fucking shattered from the constant barrage of pain and pleasure she barely managed to even whimper as I pulled her off my cock, throwing her onto the bed as I forced myself to focus and calm down.

I looked at the mess. I'd cum at least forty times, my pants were ruined, the fucking floor was coated in a mix of squirted pussy juice and cum (she'd cum so many times I couldn't begin to count it) and her spread legs showed a gaping and thoroughly ruined cum dripping pussy that was already beginning to heal from the cum that was probably giving her a serious magical boost. I looked down at myself then leaned over and slapped her on the ass, getting a low groan. "Hey. Wake up. I need you to go get me some new pants." Then we could talk about plans...after another few rounds. I needed another hit of Opal pussy. But this time I was going to set an alarm on my phone. I really got lost in that shit.