Isekai into Marvel/DC

Chapter 221-223

Xandar was a planet that was part of the Nova Empire. The Nova Empire was a collection of alien races that came together to fight against the larger and more war-inclined alien races like the Kree or Skrull. The system wasn’t perfect, the Empire was broken down into a bottom, middle, and upper ring for partnership with the more intelligent alien races taking the top spots and using the other races for the more dangerous jobs in the Empire.

Humans weren’t even on their radar until a year or two ago, as they thought Carol Danvers was a Xandar/Kree hybrid until recently. We were genetically close enough that humans could have been a genetic experiment by Xandar. Kree originally was part of the Nova Empire but as they were a lower cast race, they were used as cannon fodder against the Skrull.

After getting everything they could from the Empire, they defected, and the Empire fought them for betraying their partnership. The war was brutal and the Empire had to come to many concessions as they had to deal with a dual-pronged approach from both the Kree and the Skrull. They signed peace treaties that let them work tangentially with the Nova Empire but not all the Kree agreed with that decision.

Kree was a warrior race, which meant they loved war and disliked the political aspects necessary for their survival. The more war-hungry members either defected or attacked their own people for doing something so weak as avoiding conflict with enemies. The Kree could have been a huge part of the universe, but their constant infighting and self-sabotage kept them fairly small.

A portion of the Kree that wanted nothing to do with wars anymore also rejoined the Nova Empire and they had climbed up the ranks to a middle-cast race. There were over a hundred alien races now, but only seven upper-cast races. Xandar was heavily protected so as the X-men showed up on their radar, they had to deal with the safety check of the ship while I teleported down to explore.

As I looked at some of the races on the planet, my goals changed. I wanted to sample every alien race I could and that goal had changed to sampling the attractive humanoid alien races. Kree, Skrull, and Xandarian are normal enough for them to be exotic, but whatever slug alien or cockroach-looking alien is, I wanted nothing to do with it. I looked at the pink-skinned beauties who were almost exclusively advertising the businesses I knew where to start.

Krylorians, and they had played a part in the movies. When Starlord stole the Infinity Stone and escaped, he slept with a Krylorian and forgot she was on his ship. A Krylorian was also the one who touched the stone, and she exploded when they went to the collector. Some races were designed to be attractive so they’d be less likely to be killed, and Krylorians were one of those races.

Instead of focusing on intelligence or brutality to function, they got by on love, or rather, lust. The sole reason they were spread far and wide throughout the solar systems was that their home planet was conquered, and they were taken as slaves, slowly working their way to one of the seven upper-cast races of the Nova Empire.

I needed units/credits to start with, and I wasn’t sure how to get them. I sleight-of-hand some out telekinetically from people's unit containers before putting them back. I didn’t know how much it would be for a good time but I wanted to pay the brothel workers when I did find one instead of getting by with my good looks. Sex was a large part of their business; as I looked, maybe one out of every ten businesses looked to be sex-related.

After walking into a building to figure things out and learning that it was selling slaves, I left before finding a brothel. Sure, you could say that my purchasing a sex slave would ensure she had a much better life, but I didn’t agree with that train of thought. I didn’t agree with slavery, even of alien races. I only wanted to sample the goods, not fight against the ugly systems in place.

The price of a slave was only twenty thousand credits, and it seemed that a hard day's work was worth about eight hundred. Judging by that price I was surprised when a single hour with a Krylorian was two thousand credits. I would need to look into it more as that seemed fairly uneven. I had stolen eighty thousand credits and figured I’d splurge buying the entire night with five of their best prostitutes.

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Nova Prime’s Point of View

Ever since the Terrans arrived in a clearly stolen Mojoworld ship that had been refitted to Terran standards we’ve had incredible fluctuations on our shield grid. First, there was a huge spike as something had bypassed the grid and overloaded it causing it to fail. Then the cost of the shielding slowly increased over time as if the planet was trying to remove an invading force stronger than anything we had ever seen before.

It took hours to work it down and the panic it caused when we found the problem made it so I had to deal with it personally as if we sent a force they might piss off the god who had shown up. I made my way to the ladies of the night building and knocked on the door. As I took in a deep breath, prepared to see the worst I’m let in to see a man surrounded by five unconscious Krylorians.

My eyes couldn’t help but widen at the sight. Krylorians were an alien race made for sex. They could copulate and outlast almost every other race compared, but… I guess when a god shows up, five humanoid beings can’t hold up… It was odd seeing them so peaceful; Krylorians were a naturally skittish and demure race. I looked upon the man, and my breath caught again at his sight. If I didn’t already know he was a god, I’d be certain by his otherworldly beauty.

His eyebrow quirked upwards as if to ask why I was here, and I just came out and said it. “Greetings, cosmic level entity… Can you sign in to our system so the planet stops wasting resources attempting to remove you from itself? It’s beginning to become extremely costly for us.” I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as he agreed.

I had only been Nova Prime for four years, and this was the first major threat to the planet. My predecessor always said that if a god-level threat shows up, they most likely want something. She said to just give it to them and hope that isn’t too costly because fighting them would be a quick way for our Empire to be ended. 

Chapter 222

Nova Prime was very new to her job and didn’t know how to placate someone on the same level as a god. For all she knew, I was a god, and she only knew one thing about me from where she found me: I was a lust-filled man of a god. She did her best to placate my needs but of course, she wasn’t enough. So she did what the Nova Corps always did when they couldn’t solve a problem. Throw numbers at it.

Her ebony black skin and platinum white hair made her stick out amongst her peers but all of them were very different from each other. That was the thing with alien races. Out of the eleven women who showed up to have sex with me, none looked similar… Except for the two twins from the same insectoid race, Mantis was… And the two Kree women, Kree just looked similar to each other in general. Four normal-looking humans besides the two Nova Primes, a Zehoberei(Gamora’s race), two Kree women, and two Krylorians. 

The problem was that most alien races had a significant flaw when it came to sex. They didn’t have the stamina humans had when it came to fucking. The blonde Xandarian came in twenty seconds, seizing so hard she knocked herself out, which was the tip of the iceberg for these quick-climaxing women. 

Not only were they having shotgun orgasms, but they could only have sex a few times before they were out of stamina as well. I started fucking one of the Krylorian girls in between the others. Next was the red-headed Xandarian. She could at least last more than a single orgasm before she was defeated sexually. I hoped this wasn’t going to be a thing going forward; I didn’t want to get to the Tamaranians and have this same problem.

I think from the shows it was clear that they could go toe-to-toe with humans sexually, but that could have just been Starfire and Blackfire as they were the peak of their alien race. The Zehoberei looked like a plumper Gamora. Her soft curves lasted the longest so far as even ten minutes of average-paced fucking left her without cumming. It was an honor thing most likely, she didn’t want to cum as quickly as everyone else, she wanted to be the last woman standing.

The Nova Prime pair was the most stubborn. The old woman aged like fine wine, but even still, I de-aged her back to her peak after making sure she wanted that. Her perfect, milky white skin and jet black hair complimented and contrasted against her replacement. I fucked them on top of each other as I made another cock and made it a competition to see who could last the longest without cumming.

They worked together perfectly, I could help but praise their coordination as they both bounced in tandem with each other on my cock. I laid them down and really started railing the two, forgoing the competition and just fucking them senseless. The two were crying out together and began kissing each other in the passion of the moment. I think they made a pretty cute couple.

I knew I had changed my mind about having sex with as many alien races as I could. It was clear this wasn’t as enjoyable as having sex with the heroes on Earth. I was going to focus on the more well-known heroes and only have sex with aliens that took my fancy. Krylorians were great, probably a better lay than humans, but they were just all too samey for my liking.

I had chubby Gamora impaled on both my cocks as I bounced her up and down in my lap as I thought. Gamora’s home planet might have been halfway wiped out, but I doubted it. Thanos wasn’t the same threat as he was in the movies as the other races would fuck him up. Two or three Green Lanterns would fuck up most of his army and could fight on par with his level of strength.

So were Gamora and Nebula his daughters in this universe? I didn’t know, but probably not. The new Guardians comic was one of the few I hadn’t read. I liked the guardians, it just didn’t catch my eye. They did away with the Peter Quill version; that’s all I knew. He wasn’t a half celestial in this universe and went back to his comic book backstory with a few changes is all I knew. Spartax was a thing, and it was a battle planet. 

I looked over at the mess of unconscious women I left in my wake, feeling somewhat unsatisfied. I was hoping they were just bad at sex because they were fodder for the Nova Corps. The de-aged Nova Prime was the first to wake up. She took a deep intake of breath as she regained consciousness. I smiled as I flipped her onto her back and kissed her. I still needed to sort out an identity card and get a balance card to hold my credits.

I was too important to have the equivalent of ‘paperbacks’ for credits and I could just have a card with most on me from now on. They gave me a million credit balance as a gesture of peace; it seemed like a lot, but a good ship could run you twice that much. The Milano was a 600k-credit spaceship given to him by Yondu. While passable for flying, it was heavily out of date, and only after Rocket made upgrades could it compete with the newer, more expensive models.

It was an M-class or light cruiser, which was the second smallest space-traveling vessel. I would need a frigate or heavy cruiser to live comfortably or I’d be in the same situation as the Marauders were, with cramped living quarters. I needed twenty or thirty million credits for a good ship… Now, did I bother earning the money fairly, or did I just teleport over Hestia, have her figure out the networks she used, and siphon tens of millions of credits into my account?

I opened a portal to where Hestia was, I still had the instinctive connection even though she was a few galaxies away, as I could talk to her normally. I wanted her true body here to work the system instead of the limited version of the software I kept on my person. She froze for a second before downloading whatever version of the Xandarian internet there was as I looked at the numbers on my card go up.

She spoke with an irritated voice. “You can call me for more than just securing you a money source. I’m siphoning credits from criminals’ bank accounts, by the way. You better make this up to me. You pulled me away from a Golden Girls marathon.” She gave me a kiss before slapping me on the ass and teleporting herself back home. I had no doubts she mapped out the entire planet… Fuck! I needed a star chart and galaxy coordinate map for the Nova systems… Did I bother her with that? Nah, there was still too much I needed to do.

I began the process of purchasing a frigate. The main difference was frigates only needed a single person to fly while a heavy cruiser required at least three for full effect. I could just duplicate myself, but having someone else fly it to me if I teleported to a different planet would be harder to do if I needed more than a single person… I figured I’d go and look through the slaves again for a pilot, perhaps they had a space pirate or captain that would take their freedom by becoming my taxi driver for a month or two.

Chapter 223

“Why is Howard the Duck being sold as a slave on Xandar?” I asked the duckman as he downed another bottle of beer for the first time since he was imprisoned. Whispering, ‘That’s good stuff.’ before answering me. “What do you think, genius? I might be unique, but the Collector sold me off for a tenth of what he paid for me because I was annoying.” He said the word annoying while doing air quotes.

I mutter under my breath. ‘That checks out.’ before asking. “And you’re a certified ship captain?” Downing another beer before adding it to the pile of bottles. “That I am.” Well, I got my pilot. He stood up from the seat after downing twenty beers and staggered backward, slamming into the wall… I should probably go get a backup pilot, just in case.

After going back and purchasing a Kree pilot ‘Just in case.’ we made our way into orbit. Howard the Duck somehow hit the exact buttons to get us into space completely shitfaced drunk. The short Kree pilot looked on in shock at his ability to function, let alone fly a spacecraft, while in his current inebriated state. Well… Now that that was done, I had a spaceship headed to the next area, I looked over the known planetary locations of the allies and enemies of the Nova Corps.

Unfortunately, it looked like the Galaxies were more separated in this universe than how combined Earth was. All of the information the Nova Corps knew involved Marvel locations without any DC crossover. It meant that Krypton and other DC planets weren’t in this quadrant of the universe, and I’d have to deal with Marvel space things before heading to DC… Well, not necessarily. The probes I had going were already hitting populated planets. Eventually, they’d meet up with a space-faring alien race involving the DC Universe.

Who knew how long it could take, weeks, possibly months-. I’m alerted by the information that one of my drones exploring the opposite end of the galaxy away from the Marvel quadrant had been destroyed. Now, normally that would be bad news, except it took a lot of firepower to take one down. Unless the person who did it was superhuman, they’d have to be far along the technological path.

I wasn’t entirely sure it was in the DC quadrant. For all I knew, there were aliens from the real world in this universe, but I had the feeling it was a DC planet. Finding a race with the strength or technological know-how to destroy one of my drones wasn’t something I’d expect from a non-warlike race. The good thing is it pinged before it was destroyed, which gave me to perfect coordinates to teleport to. Teleporting over, I had no idea what to expect.

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Maxima’s Point of View

For as long as I could remember, we’d never had a single unmanned vessel scan our planet. The automatic defenses handled it but for some reason, I got a prickling sensation in the back of my head. The same sensation when I knew someone strong would be on their way. The sixth sense of danger was what saved our race many times. I hadn’t remembered which race we bred with to gain the ability, but for as long as Almeric existed, we had the danger sense.

I altered my clothing to its armored version, we had some of the best blacksmiths in the galaxy. For each possible profession, we could have interbred with alien races that would make us better at that thing. I knew our blacksmiths could work almost indefinitely and were almost completely immune to forge fumes and heat, but I was tailor-made for leading. Interbred with some of the most powerful races, I could fight on a similar level to Superman.

Not only were we a naturally strong race but because of our interbreeding practices with other alien races, we were close to the best in every aspect of galactic professions. We made the best ships, had the best weapons, and were some of the smartest and the strongest of all the races. Which was why we were targeted so often for warfare. 

We were too much of a threat. The only reason I was still unmarried was because Superman wouldn’t marry me, and also, Superman helped stop the weaker races from ganging up on our planet and forcing me to marry a weaker being. My royal DNA ached to be bred by a strong suitor. That was how all Almeracians worked. If they wanted to be blacksmiths and saw an alien race that was good at blacksmithing, they’d do whatever they had to do to bed them. 

I was preparing for a battle, as much as my senses worked it wasn’t foolproof. There were more false positives than actual threats at this point. Unless someone as strong as Superman showed up then I had nothing to worry about. A man appeared in front of me. One instant, I was standing near the downed drone; the next, the man was between me and it.

As he appeared, all my instincts began to scream. My body began to instinctively prepare itself for the upcoming fight. I couldn’t help but lunge at the man the moment I regained my senses.

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Almost the second I appeared on the planet, I was tackled to the ground by an attractive redhead. She had half her clothes off before I realized what was happening and began to strip as well. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I knew her from until I was inside her. Maxima! She’s that horny girl who wanted Superman to fuck her in the Superman TV show.

She was drenching wet, and as I checked her kinks, the gauge to have a child went up to eleven, and then the power failed because it couldn’t register how badly she wanted this. Normally, there would be a fight to prove I was a worthy husband for her, but she knew it was unnecessary; all that mattered to her at the moment was getting my seed in her belly.

I wouldn’t disappoint her. As she came to her first orgasm I was feeling myself grow close to, her superhuman pussy quite possibly tied with Wonder Woman on tightness. An entire planet full of aliens who practiced eugenics as a race made them all nearly perfect. The strongest of their race possibly some of the only women who could get my true body to cum besides Kryptonians and Goddesses. 

I couldn’t hold back anymore as she pulled an orgasm from me. I fired my first shot into her. She was already guaranteed pregnant with twins, but she showed no signs of slowing down. I didn’t stop her as she grew more excited by me as time passed. This was looking to be a long night, and possibly day and night again.