In an alternate universe where you're a hero, you step in to give Invincible a break, a chance to gather himself while you distract Conquest.
It doesn't go as planned.
Tags/warnings: NSFW/18+, dub-con, sex, power bullshit that probably doesn't make sense but whatever, possible impregnation (again, power bs), loss of virginity, multiple orgasms, overstimulation.
Consciousness returns in a burst of light and feelings. The first thing you become aware of is how much everything hurts. The second thing is the feeling of a hand around your neck, grip tight, making it hard for you to suck in air.
As your vision returns, the memories of the last few minutes– yes, minutes– also return. And the face smiling down at you only confirms it wasn't all just a terrible nightmare.
"Oh, back with me, are you? Good, good. I worried I'd killed you for a second there."
His words grated on your ears, far too joyful. A whine escaped you as you tried to shift your weight, pain bursting behind your eyes. They watered, both from the dust and the searing pain. Shit.
"To be honest, I would be sad if you did. You're stronger than I expected any creature on Earth to be, other than Mark, that is. It would be disappointing to lose such a fun toy so soon." He says, still staring down at you with that calm expression. But his eye– his eye showed what his face did not.
All because you'd leapt into the fight to give Invincible a moment to recover.
You couldn't not help, not when there was a chance your own abilities could stall this guy. The first time his fist passed through you, you'd nearly laughed at his expression. Then you actually did when he went to grab your arm and it turned into water.
Your mirth soon faded when Conquest stopped playing.
See, your powers were simple. If your body was in danger, it shifted itself into something else– something that would protect you, that would keep you safe. Adaptive, basically.
Locked in a room with no escape? You'd turn intangible. If the only way out was through a small gap? You'd turn into liquid or gas and pass through it. In a fire? Your body became fire.
But your powers weren't unbeatable. There was a limit to what you could do. Especially when you were caught off guard. Especially when you were pushed too far.
And Conquest had proven how fast he was immediately.
Your powers had done their best, shifting your molecular structure at the last second, but it wasn't enough. For every hit he missed, he landed another two.
So here you were, tired, aching, your body more focused on trying to fix itself than get out of danger. After all, what would the point of escaping be if you ended up dying from injuries?
Humming, Conquest leaned down, taking in your expression almost hungrily. His thumb brushed some blood off your upper lip, and after giving it a curious look, he licked it up.
"Delicious." He whispered, giving you a look that went straight to your–
Your eyes widened, swallowing under his grip. Where the fuck was Invincible? Cecil? Anybody?!
Conquest went to say something, but you didn't want to hear it, scrambling to find something to do, to keep fighting, and so with your legs the only part of you not held down, your futilly tried shoving him off, ignoring his laugh as you shoved your feet against his stomach.
When that didn't work, you decided to at least try flipping him over, and wrapped your legs around his waist, getting a good grip and–
Conquest grunted above you, and you gasped as you felt–
"Are you hard?!" You ask in shock, unable to stop yourself from speaking because… fuck.
The position you've put yourself in allows you to feel the heavy length of his cock nestled against your crotch, searing you through the layers of clothing.
His hand flexes around your neck, and he lets out a low chuckle.
"Can't blame a man for feeling a certain way, can you, worm?" He drawls, eyes half-lidded as he feels you against him. "It's not often someone like me has such a pretty little thing like you under him, now is it?"
He hums, adjusting his grip to hold the back of your neck. "Such a pretty puppy…" He murmurs. "Or are you more of a kitten, hm? Gonna rub up against me, kitten?"
Your face flushes against your will, heart beating in your ear. You feel hot, warm. With another gulp, you tighten your thighs around his waist, locking your ankles together, and, with a flex of your hips, rut against him.
It stuns him, you can tell, but you don't stop, slowly grinding back and forth. You don't know what's come over you, but you know you can't stop, not now. You've shifted his attention from playing with you like a predator plays with prey, to… something else.
Something that will possibly leave you worse off than before.
You hear him grunt, and then his weight is pressing down on you, crushing you into the ground. Conquest's forehead is laid on your collar as he clumsily matches your movements, inexperienced; it shocks you, yet also makes you hotter.
Was he a virgin? It seemed impossible. A man this big, strong, attractive never having laid with anyone before, never having taken someone. Yet the more he rocked against you, unsteady and frustrated, the more it seemed so. You felt almost high off the realisation you were the first to have him like this.
Another thrust. A punched out groan escapes him, teeth clenched as he tries to grapple with the pleasure he's had little to no experience with before. When he'd first felt the stirrings of arousal, Conquest figured he'd jerk off once all was done, remembering the fire in your eyes, the shape of your body in that ridiculous outfit–
His own uniform clings, conforming to the shape of his heavy prick as he frots against you. The material is slick now, see-through under his loincloth which he's quick to push up and out of the way, one less layer between him and you. His weeping cockhead was likely a bright red now, angry and needy. The friction was delicious, just sharp enough to have him wincing from the bliss of it all.
Lifting his head, he watched your face, a low groan escaping him at the sight, at the proof of your own pleasure, at the proof he wasn't alone in this wonderful fuckin' feeling.
You squeezed him with your thighs again, an ache in them from the position, but you ignored it in favour of matching his thrusts, each rocking motion making you pulse and ache in need of him.
You could feel how big he was. Would he even fit if he tried to put it in? Or would he split you apart, turn your hole into a bleeding gash, painful beyond words?
The thought terrified you. So your powers, now mostly done healing you, deal with it.
When you feel the first gush of slick escaping you, you flinch in shock, not expecting it. A gasp wretches itself from you, and Conquest gives you a curious look before realisation dawns, feeling his and your clothes become soaked.
Your body wouldn't be able to take him without prep. And you didn't think he was at the point he'd be patient enough for such a thing. Therefore, your body, your powers, reacted, preparing you for it in advance.
Conquest makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff, peeling himself off of you. He gazes down at you with the same expression as earlier, the only difference being the flush across his cheeks.
"Pissin' yourself already?" He jokes, teasing almost, and… shit. You can see his cock clearly now, the heavy weight of it straining in his tight pants. The white fabric, now see-through, lets you see the fat appendage, tip a flushed red, pretty veins scattered like lightning along his skin. A thatch of white hair lays nestled at the base, a few wiry strands poking through the fabric.
Blinking through the haze that had settled over you, you scoff. "Speak for yourself. Cumming already?" You snark back, nodding at the creamy substance seeping through his clothes right where his tip steadily leaks pre-cum.
He hums, vaguely insulted over what that question implies about him, but instead of responding, he tugs his pants down, the waistband seamlessly hidden right where the fabric of his loincloth began.
"Nah…" He murmurs, stroking himself, preening as you stare, dumbstruck. "That would be a waste. I'd prefer to make sure it takes."
The words, barely more than a growl, does something to you. God, you hope your powers don't allow him to get you pregnant. Surely they recognise such a thing as a danger and won't alter your biology to ensure he knocks you up.
You swallow, mouth feeling dry, unable to respond as he lets his cock drop, the thing so heavy it nearly points straight down at the ground.
Conquest cups between your legs, palm big enough to hold all of you. He hums, looking your suit over for a way in, and, not finding one quick enough for his taste, rips the crotch of your suit away.
You let out a sound which he shushes, cooing at you.
"Ohhh, so pretty…" He breathes, eyeing your weeping hole.
You felt empty, walls clenching around air, eager for something to fill you. You were loose, relaxed, absolutely drenched with more lubricant than anybody could realistically produce, but: powers.
"All this for me?" He asks rhetorically, prodding at your hole, ignoring the rest of your pulsing sex. "I must've done something right to get such a wet little kitten like you mewling for me."
His middle finger sinks in, easy, and he wiggles it around. You make an unfamiliar sound, desperate, feeling more sensitive than you ever have before.
He hums, deeming you ready. His finger pulls out with a lewd squelch, and he's quick to replace it with his cock.
"Oh, god–" You groan, squeezing your eyes shut in preparation for him to shove into you–
But instead it's a smooth slide, leaving him buried in your depths faster than either of you expected. Both of you gasp at the feeling, and you share a look with him, the Viltrumite warrior panting as he tries not to cum like a green boy.
His thighs shake to his embarrassment, and he places his hands on either side of your head, taking deep breaths. He wants to move, but he can't. Because if he does, he's going to cum instantly.
But you have no issue with that. Pushing up onto your elbows, you pant softly, holding his gaze, an intimacy he's never been afforded. Conquest swears he could get lost in those eyes–
And then you clench around him, and he loses control, hips jerking in an aborted thrust, and he– he can't stop, grinding against your walls, balls churning as the pleasure overwhelms him, and before he realises what's happening every nerve ending lights up ecstasy, his balls tightening and drawing close to his body as he cums, a long, drawn-out moan leaving him as he jerks, pumping you full of what feels like gallons of cum.
It floods into you, thick and hot, and almost immediately begins to slip out in thick rivulets, no space left to fill. Above you, Conquest’s face is one of pure pleasure, and yours probably isn't too dissimilar. His cock keeps jerking, proding at those sensitive nerves within you, rubbing against them when his hips jerk, rutting into you instinctively as he trembles.
It's so, so wet. You almost feel disgusting with the mess between your legs, sticky and cloying; when you shift your hips, more spills out, beginning to dry between your ass cheeks. Lovely.
When he finally stops, the air is still, silent. Conquest pants, staring down at you with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes; he looks wrecked, yet despite how he looks, his member is still lodged firmly within you, hard and ready for more.
Note to self: make Cecil triple my pay, you think, already tired before Conquest even adjusts and begins to thrust again.
This time lasts longer. He's not holding back, trying not to cum immediately. He's fighting through overstimulation instead, but being a Viltrumite, he's used to continuing despite the pain– and this one is so sweet, so good that he wouldn't stop either way.
He pants, crumbles around you, fingers digging into cracked earth like sand as he fucks between your legs like a dog during its rut; you just cling to him, hearing your insides slosh.
Please don't get pregnant. Please, please, please don't.
Because that would ensure your survival, wouldn't it? In nature, no animal would hurt its mate– especially one carrying its young. It was simple biology bullshit. And you knew this. Your powers knew this.
So by the end of this encounter you might be swollen with Viltrumite spawn just to survive.
Gasping in his ear, you hear him groan, more warmth spilling into you, thick and sticky and filling you up, up, up–
His hand presses into the ground beside your head and crumbles it, dust flying up from the force.
The show of brute strength shamefully makes you cum, the orgasm jolting through you and leaving you shaking and open mouthed because fuck if it wasn't terrifyingly hot.
Conquest grunts as he feels it, staring down at you before he ducks his head, lips messily mashing against yours. You hum weakly, eyes heavy as you try to move away but he holds you still, trying to kiss you.
Reluctantly, you go along with it, showing him how to properly kiss, the both of you soon cumming again, this time with your mouths locked and Conquest wrapping his arms around you, holding you tight like a child with their teddy.
It doesn't end. It doesn't feel like it ends even after he's pulled out and your hole, loose and throbbing in the aftermath, gushes out gallons of Viltrumite sperm. You just stare at the sky, panting and heaving as your heart uses your ribs as a punching bag.
It's hard to say how long the two of you had been fucking, Conquest using you like the world's cheepest fleshlight even after you cried for a break, nerves painfully sensitive; no, he just continued, fucking into your hole like he was trying to conquer it and you with every roll and thrust of his hips, bullying his way deeper and deeper until his flushed, flared tip kissed something deep inside you, something that shouldn't be touched yet had your toes curling anyway.
But finally, minutes, hours, a day later he's done, adjusting himself and putting himself back in his pants, eyeing you for a long silent moment.
Your insides quiver at that look, and he huffs out a small chuckle, kneeling to look at you better.
“You're cute, kitten. Can't say I've ever met anyone as cute as you. And you were a good fight, not to mention…” His gaze sinks between your legs, and you feel hot again, pressing your thighs together to hide. “Hey, hey, no need for that! I've already been inside you. Now…”
You gasped as you were abruptly grabbed, cradled against his chest. Conquest looked down at you, something calmed in his gaze.
“We can do one of two things. I take you with me back to Viltrum, or you show me where you live.”
You blink. What? Well, you couldn't– well, actually you could breathe in space with your powers, but…
“M-my place.” You say, swallowing thickly. “But… why? You're staying?”
He hums, a considering sound as he looks around at the devastation.
“At least for a little while. I still have a job to do. Plus,” his gaze was back on you, a heavy, scorching thing, “I want to play with my new kitten some more, see what else you can do, fuck you full of my seed a few more times. Whichever comes first.”
You want to whimper, but you're just too tired. You weren't blind to the fact that nobody else had come this entire time. They'd left you here, plain and simple. Cecil was probably watching, had been watching, seen you get… was it rape if you'd allowed it, enjoyed it? Whatever. He'd seen. And still, nothing had happened.
It was just you and Conquest.
“… my home is at the edge of the mountains.” You whisper, pointing in the direction. “We can– we can wash up and… do more.” You say, closing your eyes in acceptance to your fate.
Fine. If nobody else was going to help you, you'd do whatever was necessary to keep this big, bad Viltrumite on your side.
After all, as stated before, animals don't kill their mates, especially when carrying their young.
I have had this in the works for OVER A YEAR. Fuck.
Anyway it's finally done and I'm glad to get it out. Enjoy some Conquest dub-con smut (though it's probably full-con by the end).
Cecil, showing up after everything: hey–
Reader, done with his shit: Conquest, attack!
Conquest: yes dear 🥰💖💕
