Somethings Just Never Change

The minute I step through the GDA's super heavy doors, the cold AC greets me like a slap in the face. I'm so relieved to escape that wild heat outside. I spent a while hanging out with Carla—a needed break, that's for sure—and now I'm ready to dive back in. The world keeps on turning, and so does Cecil.

I've switched out my suit—trying something new that just feels right. I'm wearing a white bodysuit, really sleek and comfortable, with this neat orange Roman-style armor strapped over my top that totally gives off command and has some history to it. The segmented armor just covers my upper legs, so I have some added protection but it doesn't hinder me at all. And my boots? They're still knee-high but armored, but now they're the same color as this armor in this rich, battle-worn orange. And the cape—so dramatic and bold, it streams behind me like a war banner and is fastened securely to the armor.

I feel fantastic, really charged up, but the minute I enter the control room it's gone. You can feel the tension in the air and I catch it even before Cecil looks at me.

He's got this look—eyebrows all furrowed, jaw clenched, hands on hips like he's about to pound some invisible stress ball. The screens in the background are displaying grainy satellite images of a warehouse that seems like it might collapse at any moment. Angstrom Levy's warehouse. I completely see how this is going to play out.

Cecil doesn't waste time.

"Levy's making a move," he says, gesturing at the monitors. "He's combining his brain with multiple versions of himself via some awesome tech. The Maulers are contributing."

I fold my arms and sigh audibly, seeing Invincible there. "So Mark is already at the warehouse then?"

Cecil scrunches up his face and tells me, "Yeah, but I'm not comfortable with just sending Invincible so you're going too. I don't care what you do, just ensure this experiment doesn't take place."

I'm so on board with that, but in my mind I already started thinking ahead, you know? Isekai privileges and so on. So initially, Mark disrupted Levy's plans, but not before the guy's face got completely trashed. This is what turned him fully villainous. If I manage to take down the Maulers prior to even having the opportunity to make trouble, perhaps I will be able to avoid this becoming the disaster that it turned out to be.

Cecil wants nothing more from me so I'm on it already.

Zooming along the city streets at top speed, the wind is tearing at my cape, and my muscles are screaming with anticipation. I tune in, my heart pounding as I near the warehouse. But when I see it, I know I'm too late.

The area is completely devastated. I mean, it's really messed up. What was once this concrete structure full of shady characters scheming things is now just twisted metal and crumbling concrete. The air is heavy with smoke, and it smells terrible, like burning things and that strange ozone smell.

I landed hard on the ground, blowing dust everywhere as I look around. No Levy. No Maulers. What do I see? The Guardians of the Globe hanging out amidst the debris, and Invincible—he's trying to keep it together. Dude, Mark look like he just got struck by this insane delivery truck. His face is really swollen, and there's blood all over his jaw ruining his suit. He's breathing really strangely, like each breath is unstable, and it looks like he's going to faint.

"Shit," I say to myself as I step closer. "Invincible?"

He looks up, and I can tell he knows me before he even grits his teeth. "Bastion Prime… you're late."

His voice has no bite, just completely drained. I look around at the Guardians who are already there. Immortal's just standing there tall with his usual scowl, arms crossed like he's unimpressed. Robot's over there, surveying the area like a complete professional. Rex-Splode's hopping on his toes, like he's waiting to throw a punch. Shrinking Rae, Dupli-Kate, Black Samson, Monster Girl—everyone looks like they just stopped by to see the end result.

I glance back at Mark. "What's wrong?"

Mark gulps hard. "Levy took off."

Fuck.

I breathed out through my nose and my mind's racing. If Levy's already crashed then things would've gone down exactly the way it did the last time. But seriously… Mark's worse than I recall at the minute. The Maulers were supposed to take care of the tech—Levy's no fighter at the best of times, you know? So why does Mark look like he's just gone head-to-head with the whole bloody army? Ah yes, Angstrom's created an army of Maulers to occupy Invincible.

"Where are the Maulers?" I ask.

Mark shakes his head. "I wouldn't know. They bailed. But they did a number on me before they did."

Immortal steps forward. "We need to follow Levy at this point." He's really insistent, bossy. "If he's already merged with his alternates, we're in deep trouble."

Robot speaks up, sounding exact. "I'm already watching for any dimensional strangeness."

Rex rolls his eyes. "Yeah, for real. But what do we do in the meantime? Just hang out around until this asshole comes back again?"

I roll my shoulders, shaking off the tension. "We regroup. Figure out what Levy's next move is before he makes it. We already know what he's capable of. If we let him go unchecked, we're screwed."

Rae scoots over beside me, her hand just resting on my arm. She's got the big, puppy-dog eyes that make my heart thrum and a whole bunch of other things too. There's just somethin' 'bout her vibe that makes me feel like I could conquer the world when things are completely stuck. And now she's lookin' at me with that look that says she's worried 'bout Mark but also worried 'bout what's gonna happen to me.

"Are you okay?" she asks gently, her voice a pleasant melody in the chaos.

I nod, trying to remain calm. But I am freaking out on the inside—terrified of the Marks, angry at Levy, and thinking I've ruined it all. But I need to keep it to myself. Not in front of her. Not to the team.

"I'm fine, Rae. Thanks," I murmur, looking at her for a moment before turning my attention back to the mess.

She leaves her hand just hovering in the air, and I really feel the heat of her skin even through my pants. Rae was just so fuckable. Her softness is like this ray of sunshine amidst the madness that's happening everywhere else. She's pressed up against my arm with her boobs, and I just catch myself noticing the way that clingy shirt really highlights her curves. But now she's so upset—those full lips are pursed up tight, and that heart-shaped face is just filled with worry.

"Come on, let's head back to HQ. We might pick up on some leads there," I repeated again, not wanting to be too forceful. HQ is located out in Utah, deep in the middle of the mountains like it's its own little fortress. The drive back is spent in awkward silences punctuated by the occasional good jokes to try and keep it together despite the tension.

As we touch down on the GDA helipad, that glassy building just glimmers at us during the sunset. The door slides open, and it's like the warm atmosphere of the headquarters envelops us. It smells of sweat and leather, but with the scent of tech and coffee lingering on the air. I make my way to the control room, my boots clomping down the vacant hallways.

The room's humming when I enter because Robot technically hasn't budged from the Headquarters. His fingers dance on the keys, and his LED eyes are lighting up like crazy as he's processing information at the speed of light. He glances up at me and says in that deep robot tone, "Dead end on Levy. No recent movement on any dimension. Like he's gone dark on us completely."

I rest back on the console with arms crossed over my chest. "Of course. He's always managed to slip away unnoticed." I look up at the world map on the wall and the pins that represent the Globe's battles with the Maulers like little diamonds.

Immortal glances at me, his expression unreadable. "You think he'll come after us?"

I shook my head. "He will go after Mark. That's his endgame since he ruined his experiment. But he's playing it smart—keeping us guessing, wearing us down. We need to anticipate his moves, get ahead of him."

The Invincible War was on its way down. You could see it as plain as day with the smoky sky looming over the warehouse. And in the middle of this Isekai world, I felt like I was truly battling fate itself. Just thinking made me wanna punch something—or someone—until my knuckles were bloody. But the truth is that that wouldn't solve anything. Not now. Not with Levy out in the mix, trying to scheme his next move.

So I do what I can: I return to my old bedroom at HQ. Kind of like I've gone back in time—a time when the world was cool. The bed's neatly made up and the pillows are fluffed like someone's never crashed on it to take a snooze. Like I've entered my own personal memory museum. But then I sit down on the edge, I put my hand on the cold unused sheets and I know I've gotta snap my head back to reality.

So that's when Dupli-Kate finally tracks me down. She's been eyeing me since the first day I joined the team—always too excited to be my sidekick, always a little too eager to move in close. And now she's got that look in her eye—the one that outright says she's no longer pretending to play it cool. She knows I've caught on, and she's not even bothering to try to hide it now.

"Hi, Bastion," she says, her voice ultra smooth and sort of sexy, sending shivers down my spine.

I catch sight of her out of the corner of my eye, and geez, she's so small compared to my 7-foot frame. There's definitely tension between us now, and I can no longer deny it's going on. And to top it off with what she's got on with her costume—this is like it's been painted on and hugs her so snugly. She's showing nearly every curve; it's really tight. The way she's moving and that ass that's just the right bounce—I'm trying not to just stare at her like I'm eager to devour her.

"Hey Kate," I say in my coolest attitude that I can manage. But already she's on me, her hand rising up my arm and making it prickle.

She stares at me with the big, puppy-dog eyes brimming with yearning. "I know you need to relax. So I will help you," she says softly, her warm breath on the skin of my face.

I swallow hard, my dick hardening in my trousers. I know I shouldn't—but I need her so badly. Honestly, with the pressure from the Invincible War and the rest of the world hanging over my head, I truly need this. I just want to feel human again, you understand? Just to live life and not worry.

"Kate," I murmur softly, my voice sorta husky. "You sure about this?"

She lets her hand fall to my groin and squeezes my swelling erection firmly. "I'm certain," she tells me, her eyes flashing.

I'm going to tell her something, and before I even get the words out, she's on her knees, fumbling to release my belt. Her eyes have this crazed expression, as if she's waited forever just to reach this point with me. My cock's already stiff, completely ready to roll. The image flashes before me of banging Kate's Dupli-Kate getup—the fantasy is almost too amazing. I'm fucking a doll come to life.

"Oh my god," she breathes, her eyes getting super wide when I'm nearly full size. Her hand goes around my shaft, and at first, she's a little self-conscious about it, but then she gets into it. She's rubbing me while staring at me, and I can totally tell she's hungry. I groan and lean back a little to provide some room. "You're so big," she gasps, as if she really desires it.

Her fingers are pure magic, completely driving me crazy like she's been waiting forever for this. And for real, she probably has. Perhaps she's fantasized about it—me and her getting it on, making her scream—every time I've seen her up there on stage, pushing away all the trash that's trying to ruin our reality. But now, there's no more pushing to do—it's just us and that sweet temptation of getting lost in bed with each other.

"Your really getting into this, huh?" I growl softly. She's nodding, completely intent on my cock, and then, without any warning, sucks me all the way in. I'm just floored. It's as if she's some kind of contortionist or something, the way deep she's going. Her throat is really tight, and I know I'm reaching the back of it, yet she's not gagging on me. She just keeps going, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks me in totally.

So my hand just sort of goes to the back of her head, forcing her down further. She's moaning in my mouth, and hell, that's so sexy. I mean, she completely knows what's going on. Her tongue's all over the head, teasing me and wanting me to get more. I'm sort of fucking her mouth a bit, treating it like it's as tight as her actual pussy. She's taking it like a champ, her eyes kind of watery, but not backing off. Such a trooper!

"Just like that, baby," I groan, squeezing it a bit. "Take it all in."

Her cheeks inflate over my length, her eyes glistening a little, but she doesn't stop. Instead, she starts going up and down, her tongue encircling my cock like a fucking vortex. She's sucking me as if she is eating something, licking me like I'm something she's never tasted before and she can't get enough. She's working this rhythm now that's fucking killing me, and I know my orgasm is coming.

"Swallow it, Kate," I instruct my voice tight. "Swallow every last drop I give you."

And she does. Swallows it whole, her eyes fluttering closed as she consumes my cum, her cheeks inhaling as she sucks me out. It's hypnotic as fuck, having her like that—so fragile and small, yet so determined in her own strength.

When she finishes, she kinda bursts off, and there's this small string of cum connecting her mouth to the tip of my cock. She sucks it up, then flashes me this mischievous grin. "Tastes like winning," she says, her voice all rough from sucking.

I couldn't help but chuckle a bit as I fiddle with her hair. "You're something special, Kate," I tell her as I assist her to stand up. "But we've only just gotten started."

Her eyes glint, and she nods curtly. "So, what do I need to do?"

I don't speak. I grasp the back of her costume—the thing that's been taped on her ass like it's supposed to be glued on or something. I rip it off in one swift motion, and the tearing is loud. She inhales, her round, smooth, perfect ass now bare. It's as if I'm opening the ultimate gift.

Her cheeks are really tight and full, just asking me to take 'em. I don't hesitate at all. I just go for both cheeks and start working on them like it's my job, enjoying the heat coming off her. She's smaller than me for sure, but she's got this fire thing that completely matches mine.

"Hop on the bed, Kate," I tell her, my voice low and urgent. She leaps up, her hips bouncing slightly as she does, and I can't help but catch a glimpse of her pussy. She falls over on her stomach, legs splayed wide, and I get a fairly wild glimpse of her little asshole. It's like her body was designed for this, so well-suited to be fucked however you like.

I'm just hovering over her, still totally turned on. Her skin is so soft and warm–like, really silky when I touch her. I glide myself between her legs, and the head of my cock just barely kisses her moist spots. She glances back at me full of wanting and excitement.

"Ready?" I say, my tone slightly hoarse.

Kate is completely focused on my eyes, and she's completely into it. I know it by the way that she's nibbling on her bottom lip, completely excited and anticipating what is going to happen.

I'm going slow with her, just keeping it low-key. She's really tight—no joke, really tight—but I'm working at being calm. Her pussy has my cock totally wrapped up, and I barely hear her little whimpering because her face is smashed in the pillow. I begin to thrust, finding a pace that's building pretty intensely. I'd rather be going deeper and harder, but I'm doing my damndest to hold off. I'm the one in charge here, and I really don't want to hurt her. But the way she's squirming underneath me, almost pleading with me to keep going—it's so hard to remain calm.

Her booty is just the perfect size to grasp, and I just have to slaps it good when I'm doing my business. She lets out this small noise, arches her back, and pushes herself closer to me. That's when I get the thought, why not mix it up? I pull out, and she's just laying there gasping, so I roll her onto her back. Her eyes are full of lust, and her breasts are bobbing as she's catching her breath.

"Call me Daddy," I tell her, speaking in my deepest, bossy voice.

Her eyes get all wide, but she doesn't hesitate. "Daddy," she breathes, really needing me. It's like she's been waiting for me to finally give her the go-ahead she's been craving. And that's just what I do. I lean down, my cock just barely touching her clit, and she lets out a soft little whimper. I can totally feel the heat radiating off her, her need hanging heavy in the air.

"Good girl," I murmur, tracing my thumb over her cheek. Her skin is softer than I expected it'd be, all silky to my coarse fingers. "So, Kate, you'd like me to fill you up?"

She just begins to cry, nodding wildly. "Yeah, Daddy, fill me up!"

Wasting no further time, I place my cock in her tight pussy again. I move in slowly, watching her walls part to take my girth. She's so wet, so hot—a perfect fucking glove. I start to thrust, my movements long and deep, her pussy engulfing me on every stroke. Her breasts jiggle with every strike, her nipples hard and pleading to be touched. So I do.

I lean forward and pop it into my mouth, just teasing it on my tongue when I'm with her. She's wriggling and arching off the bed. Her nails grasp my shoulders, leaving me those non-existent half-moon marks of pleasure pain that just make me crave going even harder. I switch over to the other nipple, doing the same and watching it stiffen under my teeth.

"Daddy, Daddy, yes, yes!" she yells, her hips coming up with each push I deliver. It's as if she's striving to get meet my chest, seeking that connection. Truth is, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen.

So I grab her neck, not too tight, just tight enough to remind her who's boss. Her pupils get huge, and her eyes roll back in her head as if she's completely into it. And then without a second thought, I just spit in her mouth. With any other girl other then Carla and maybe Rae, that'd be really messed up, but with Kate, it's a different story. It's as if I'm leaving my mark on everything, claiming my territory. And she gets it completely. She takes it, moving my spit round on her tongue.

"You like that, don't you, slut?" I ask in my low, grating voice. She completely blushes, her cheeks turning totally red as she nervously nods.

And then, poof, she's completely gone. Kate's muscles stiffen, her eyes clamping shut as she comes, her pussy clamping hard on my cock. Her coming is this crazy chorus--moans, gasps, whimpers all blending together with this incredible scream. I mean, it's the greatest thing I've ever heard, and it's all mine.

I just keep going, feeling like I'm getting closer and closer to the edge. Her nails trying to pierce my back, and her legs are around my waist, holding me trapped right where I am. She's like this really tight grasp, and honestly, I couldn't desire that any less.

"Cum for me, Daddy," she whispers softly, her eyes large and full of wanting. "Cum deep inside me please!"

I'm telling you, her voice just makes everything so much hotter, and I just can't remain quiet anymore. I'm all over her, my hips are going nuts, and every thrust just gets harder. Her pussy is so tight, it's actually begging me to fill it. And you know I just do.

I burst with a roar, my semen flooding into her in a dam burst. I shout, my body shaking as I cum once more, my own climax riding on the wave of hers. I fall over onto her, my weight holding her down to the bed as I empty utterly. Her nails dig into my back, her legs wrapping around my waist as if to pull me further inside.

We just sort of lounged there together a minute, catching our breath, with just the quiet hum of the HQ machinery in the background. And then it occurs to me--what we just did is completely insane. I back off, my dick still half-erect and all sticky with what we just done. She looks up at me, her eyes all dreamy with the excitement, and there's some cum on her cheek.

"Hey Kate," I tell her, kinda nervously. "I think I might've gotten you pregnant. Shit, I might've just—"

She simply smiles, her eyes tear-filled and full of wistfulness. "I know, Daddy," she says quietly, reaching up to touch my cheek. "That's exactly what I wanted. I don't care about becoming pregnant. I'd adore having your baby, to feel you moving inside me, growing inside me, becoming part of me. It's the strongest bond between us, the biggest change in power."

I just can't help myself, I'm completed baffled. This is completely not what I expected her to be. But when I'm looking into her eyes, I know that she's not just rambling, it's not just because she's caught up with her feelings. And dude, it actually gets me even more turned on.

"But Kate, the perils—" I begin to say, but she interrupts me with that impudent grin.

So, my adaptability just kind of comes out. Like, it's a little surprise, you know? I get this surge of heat, and then I just get this crazy feel of being in charge. My body's just riding with it. It's as if someone flipped a switch, and all of that craziness before just isn't important anymore. 'Cause now I completely get that I'm capable of controlling pregnancy related to me, and I'm keeping Kate from having a baby. It's like the universe was all, "You're gonna be wanting this from now on, bro."

I'm staring into Kate's eyes, and completely grasp the light bulb moment going off in my head. She smiles, teeth sparkling white and glossy alongside her rosy cheeks. "So you finally get it then, huh?" she says, laid back and smug.

I nod my head slowly. "Yeah, I understand. But Kate, this is not humorous. You cannot just throw around phrases like that. You really have no idea what you're dealing with here--what we're risking here."

But her eyes are completely blazing with this untamed sort of adoration. "Seriously, you really don't understand? I've been watching you, Daddy. I know what you're capable of. I know you'll always be there for me. All I want is to belong to you—completely, entirely yours. And really, what's closer than having your baby?"

I took a deep breath, the weight of the world—and her words—seemingly hanging over me. I couldn't even muster the energy to argue with that kind of confidence. Seriously, the thought of her being fat and full and beautiful with my baby, her body changing for me.... it's a turn on.

"Okay, Kate," I tell her softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before I completely lie to her. "But let's just keep this between us for now. No one needs to know until we're ready to announce. We already have enough going on without adding a surprise baby to the mix."