Chapter 73

I felt like a well-used vibrator, but damn if I wasn’t a pretty happy one.

Galatea wrung out my dick out and milked it for all it’s worth. Which turned out to be quite a lot. I’m not sure if that was one of the new abilities I now had, or if I always had enough juice to make sperm banks envious.

Not that I particularly mind. It was quite the boon if it meant seeing Galatea practically covered in the stuff. Mostly around her three holes, but especially around her chest.

Fucking such massive tits was the dream of every man.

Despite my damn near infinite sperm making potential, it didn’t mean every second was pleasurable. After the first ten or fifteen minutes, it eventually started to become a bit boring. Just an act that was repeated over and over again. Like exercising.

At least, that’s what would have happened if Galatea didn’t show so much raw enthusiasm and lust.

She was voracious. Devouring everything I had to offer as if I was her last meal. She didn’t even hesitate to get more adventurous. Not even thinking twice before giving head on my well lubricated cock. Sucking it clean with a suction that put most vacuums to shame.

Her pure excitement and energy were hard to not match. Especially with how dominant she was.

A part of me was more than happy to sit back and let her do the bulk of the work while reaping in the rewards. Yet another part was very interested on what it would be like to turn the tables. To put her on the backfoot. To force her down and get rough.

It was to her credit that I was able to continue for so long without getting bored, or succumbing to my injuries. Not once did she seem to be sated. To prioritize anything other than me.

…Well, deriving pleasure from me, at least.

The only thing that stopped her was the simple fact that she got tired out.

I had doubts whether that exhaustion was physical, as she seemed to be still full of power. More likely it was a mental strain. One that had come across from either being over stimulated, or from doing the same thing repeatedly. Perhaps both.

I half expected her to simply leave after the fact. But instead she pulled me into her side. Leaving us to cuddle against each other. With her being the big spoon, and me being the little one.

On the side of a rather dirty and painfully rocky mountain. Even still, I wasn’t going to complain. Being the little spoon was a pretty novel feeling, considering with Starfire I was always the bigger spoon.

…Starfire?

What the fuck was a Starfire? And why was I spooning it?

Eh, I’ll deal with it later. I always do.

“…So, are you free tonight?”

The long silence had long bled into the back of my mind. It didn’t help that what felt like thoughts that were and weren’t my own were whispering as well. Telling me things that I would agree with in one second, before disagreeing with them the next.

It was…rather uncomfortable.

So I decided to fill the silence instead of continuing to listen to my internal mental breakdown.

Galatea looked over at me before smirking. Tightening her hold on me before sighing.

“That good, huh?”

It most definitely was one of the best experiences of my entire life, but unfortunately it wasn’t good enough that I wanted a repeat performance so soon. My body felt like Superman had used it as a punching bag. While I started to heal the first few bruises pretty quickly, eventually the wear and tear on my body started to slow that healing process down.

Which is to say, I’m quite certain a repeat performance could cripple me for life, if not worse.

I ignored the dangerously stupid part of me that considered that worth it.

Before I could Galatea my answer, she spoke up. Stretching her limbs a bit before sitting up. Cracking her neck before looking over towards the distance with a frown.

“You want to go get the others as well, right?”

Huh? Who the fuck were the others? Oh god, were there more of her!?

Wait, first things first.

“Uh, do you have a change of clothes for me?”

She blinked a few times before her eyes widened. Suddenly becoming more rigid and gaining a deeper more serious looking frown.

“I don’t…I’ll get you more clothes.”

“Where-“

In the time it took to blink she had shot from her position on the mountain into the air. Before becoming a dot, and then disappearing altogether.

Uh…she was going to come back quickly, right? Also, why didn’t she just bring me to and extra pair of clothes? I waited a few more minutes before realizing she was probably going to take more than a few minutes.

Ah hell. At least I could scout around and see what I could find.

…shirtless, bruised, and covered in Galatea fluids. Man, today just kept getting better and better. At least I know that I could call on Galatea if need be…probably? I’m still not sure how that works.

Eh, I’ll just have to play it safe. Not that I really needed to unless another tank pulled up, but even still. It never hurt to be cautious.

Before I started to walk off the mountain, I made sure to wipe my body down with what little scraps of clothing remained of my outfit. It wasn’t much, but at least it was something.

Then I started to walk into the mountainous desert region once again. This time at least I had a form of direction. Galatea didn’t say anything, but she stared pretty hard in this direction. Maybe she saw something I didn’t.

Shaky logic, but it was better than nothing.

My sore limbs protested, but that was something I had more than enough experience in ignoring. So I just continued forward.

It was strange that the childish voice in my head had suddenly disappeared. It hadn’t commented on anything for quite a while. Perhaps it was my paranoia, but I simply felt quite strongly that the presence didn’t go anywhere.

I could feel it. Waiting. Watching.

It was quite eerie.

Things started to look up for me as I passed the next large hill. Only to find a small cabin next to a pretty shitty looking river. It was extremely far from being clean, but at least it wasn’t just completely mud.

And I was in desperate need of being clean. Besides, I could help with the cleansing process of the river. Er…at least somewhat…

There weren’t any vehicles near the small one room looking cabin, nor were there even windows. So, signs pointed towards it just being a storage closet or something. One that just might have a change of clothes inside.

After a few minutes of deliberating, I decided to go to the cabin first before the river. On the off chance that I might find something to use.

Almost immediately I started to regret my choice, as when I opened the door the glint of a gun was pointed in my direction from the darkness.

Of course. How stupid of me. I should’ve have assumed there would just be some crazy fuck just lurking in a cabin without any windows. Just…sitting in the darkness with a gun at the ready. In the middle of the afternoon in a hot ass desert, without any air conditioning.

Ah fuck, this was karma, wasn’t it?

“W-who are you?”

A feminine voice. Now that my eyes were adjusting to the darkness, I could at least see some features in the dark. The light from outside helped as well.

I made sure to hold up my palms as I examined her.

She was older than me, that’s for sure. By a few years at least. She had a long wild whitish hair. Yet she wasn’t actually that old. Hair dye, probably. There was some sort of shape that I could make out next to her head. Right on her back.

A gun, I’d assume.

Shit, she came strapped up.

Thankfully there was something that seemed to go in my favor. And that was the little fact that she seemed to be wearing an eyepatch. Which would heavily affect her aim.

I didn’t go to the school, but even I know about depth perception.

“My name is Lawrence. I was just trying to see if there was any spare clothes in here. I didn’t know it was occupied.”

I stated, taking a small step back while watching her like a hawk. Thankfully she didn’t seem to panic or get annoyed that I was backing away. That look in her eye also seemed to suggest that she wasn’t planning on just killing me for…breaking in?

I have no clue what this place was for her. It’s weird as fuck that she was just doing…something in the dark while I was walking up towards this cabin.

She didn’t respond, so I continued.

“I’m not looking for trouble. Just having a really weird day. I’m just going to go wash up in the river, and then you’ll never hear from me again. Alright?”

She didn’t immediately respond, so I took another small step back. This time however, she responded.

“Wait! There’s…a river outside?’

…What? How did she not know that? What the fuck was she doing here…

I decided to ignore my questions, and focused on answering her own.

“Yeah. It’s right outside. Uh…if you don’t want me to touch it I’ll just go somewhere else instead. Not that big of an issue.”

Finally, she seemed to put down the gun. Her face was still questioning, but it also had a bit of…gentleness to it. Which was pretty funny considering she had what seemed like multiple guns on her person.

“Oh uh…sorry, feel free to use it, I guess.”

A brief bout of silence passed before she quickly went to fill it. Her anxiety over the situation couldn’t have been made more obvious by her tone or facial features. She stepped forward and raised her arm up.

“…I’m Rose. And you?”

I blinked.

“…Lawrence.”

This time she sheepishly rubbed the back of her head before grimacing. Breaking off the look she was giving me in order to gaze at the ground in shame.

“Oh yeah. Right. Sorry.”

…I’m pretty sure she couldn’t be more nervous if she tried. As she hadn’t moved, I decided to strike up a conversation. It seemed to be what she wanted anyway.

“So…what were you doing in here? All alone?”

She started to mess with her hair, while not looking me in the eyes.

“I was just…waiting…”

“…for?”

She rubbed her arm.

“Uh, my dad. He sometimes does things like this to train me. To toughen me up, and stuff.”

…What the fuck…

Oh wait.

“Are you from Gotham?”

She gave me a queer look before shaking her head in the negative.

“No, why?”

Rats. I was wondering whether or not she was connected to what happened to me. Gotham was full of weird shit happening. Though this wasn’t exactly normal…even considering Gotham’s weirdness.

Suddenly she shifted away. Going towards one of the sides of the room before fishing out a strange camo looking bag and coming back with it. Extending it towards me like an offering.

“Here’s some clothes. I found them earlier…”

I nodded at that. As I took it, I also couldn’t help but notice her nose scrunching up in disgust. Yeah, I didn’t exactly smell like sunshine and daisies…

“Thanks.”

Even though it didn’t seem like hers, I still owed her for it. By all rights the cabin belonged to her. No one smart would argue otherwise considering she was armed.

I considered just attempting to subdue her when she was distracted. It didn’t seem too hard, but every time I seriously considered it a buzzing sounded out in the back of my head. A feeling of tension setting in my stomach.

My instincts seemed to be saying that it would be a very bad move to do so.

So, for now, I guess I’ll follow them.

“Do you need help?’

I slowly blinked at that. Carefully watching the one eyed girl who after a few seconds started to realize what she had said before waving her hands.

“Uh, I meant are you alright? Not that you needed help bathing in the river. Like, do you need a phone or something?”

Ah. That made more sense. For a second there I thought my life was starting to turn into a porno.

“Yeah, actually. I’d appreciate that.”

Ethan had several burner phones that he kept for emergencies. And those numbers would change every once in a while. It was possible I could get into contact with him through that.

Though that was mostly hoping that he hadn’t changed it any time soon. It wasn’t as if I asked him about it recently. Not like I could have foreseen this kind of situation in the future.

“Oh uh…I don’t have one on me.”

…What?

Then why the fuck did she offer!? Who the hell makes that kind of offer without actually having a phone!?

I watched with a twitching eye as the awkward girl failed to make eye contact.

…The people out here are crazy.