Reborn as the Clown Prince

***Starting 18+***

Kissing Abby, I didn't forget to caress her incredibly seductive body, noting with an edge of consciousness how much she had progressed in improving her body, becoming even more like a normal girl... Only with green skin and hair, and a height of two and a half meters, which gave our relationship a special piquancy. Plants were able to convey the silky softness and elasticity of the skin quite well before, but now every gentle touch of mine made the beauty covered with a herd of goosebumps. Although, maybe it was Harley, who couldn't stop playing with the Forest Keeper's ass, using her extended tongue.

Breaking the lingering kiss, I pulled back a little to admire the dryad's lustful face. Slightly darkened cheeks, open mouth with a pinkish tongue, and red eyes clouded with pleasure, all told me that our tandem was on the right track. My actions did not go unnoticed and caused a disapproving moan, which quickly changed to a moan of pleasure, because after a short pause, I switched to the beautiful neck of my mistress, deciding to dress up a toothless vampire, leaving a gorgeous hickey instead of a bite.

To be honest, the method of feeding through a bite in the neck is so bad, because it is more effective to just eat the heart, which is full of concentrated life energy, but as foreplay it is perfect.

Drawing a trail of kisses, I soon reached the taut breast and dug into the invitingly protruding nipple with my lips, sucking on it. The second breast was not neglected either, captured by my right hand.

After playing with the huge breasts, my lips continued their leisurely journey to the sweetheart's innermost place, whose moans would surely have disturbed the whole airplane if it weren't for the privacy charms. It took me only two minutes to finally reach the green pussy oozing sweet translucent nectar. Abby had to spread her legs wide and put her hands against the wall to let me and her favorite enjoy her holes at the same time. Harley was glad to be in the neighborhood, because now we could kiss and cuddle with her, too.

Green's avatar quickly surrendered to the double attack and cummed violently, giving the blonde and me a sudden shower and showering us with nature's energy. It spread from the overexcited dryad in a faint wave of lettuce color, which made my eyes darken briefly and a sucking feeling settle in my stomach, but I almost didn't pay attention to it, because the girl's legs shook dangerously from the sensations, and I had to quickly pick up the beauty, not letting her fall.

"Jay," Abby's voice had a pleasant huskiness and was full of tenderness.

She looked at me with loving eyes, and after a moment she clutched me in a hot embrace, pressing me between her tits, each larger than my head. The captivity was pleasurable, but it could be made more pleasurable.

Harley, as if catching his thoughts, helped unzip his fly, letting the pants snake out.

"Uhm...," the dryad moaned erotically as the head of the cock pushed her labia slightly apart.

Hmm, here comes the first difficulty, hinting that it's still worth mastering metamorphism sooner rather than later.

"Jay? - The green-skinned cutie asked after a few seconds of my incomprehensible movements.

"Uhm... Would you mind sitting down, or I can't reach it," I asked embarrassed.

Usually, our height difference was offset by the fact that we made love on movie theater seats or in bed, well, or picked better positions.

"Ha-ha-ha," the blonde laughed lightly. - You'd better get on the crate, I was just about to try something.

My faithful and extremely perverted companion quickly threw off her clothes and climbed naked between me and the Guardian of the Forest, finding herself in a kind of sandwich of bodies. So now I could simultaneously fuck the green pussy and caress my favorite and best assistant, whose eyes were once again of different colors.

Soon the dryad cummed again, splattering the floor with nectar, and I finally discharged the first volley into the cramped cave. We didn't end there, naturally. Putting Abby in a kneeling position, I visited her anus, which was splendidly lubricated by the saliva of her faithful companion. The second seductive hole was tighter and had a slightly different internal texture, so I didn't last long, and after three minutes I poured another portion of hot cream inside the beauty.

After another orgasm and a satisfied belly rub, Abby sat down on the long-suffering crate, picked Harley up in her arms, and spread her pussy invitingly. Only a complete idiot or a JOSH would refuse such an invitation, and since I wasn't exactly Japanese in my family, and I was well past high school age, the blonde and Delirum had too little chance of being unsatisfied tonight.

***The End 18+***

Having finished with a pleasant rest and having washed both beauties with a small ball of water, I went to the arsenal to finally get to work on weapons and to ask Bats for fuel, which he uses to fill his bird, and to take care of normal defense. I just had a couple of ideas on how to do that, and my reserve was full to the brim, begging me to spend the extra mana as soon as possible. During sex, the circulating energy pumped the seventh beginning at breakneck speeds, but Abby had overdone it this time, pouring a lot of natural mana into me. Or was it a natural reaction in response to my generous sharing of ba-hion?

The whole superhero team was inside, including Lantern, whose eyes were filled with envy. Bats was generating an aura of negativity, glaring at me with a frown, and Flash was casting suspicious glances in our direction. Only the demons and Simon continued to do their own thing, enthusiastically fiddling with something resembling a black-colored howitzer. And, no... It turned out to be a model of the Batmobile, which Tony was playing with. Even though he was a demon, who had long ago turned twenty, but he was turned at a young age. And, I'm afraid, this state is not due to the slow development of conditionally immortal creatures (which, in fact, weakly applicable to demons), and lies in the field of psychology. Still, the ritual of turning into a demon can hardly be called a pleasant event in the life of a child.

"Did something happen while we were gone? - I asked with a satisfied smile, ignoring the oppressive atmosphere.

"Except for the fact that the engine suddenly shut down at an altitude of two kilometers above the ground, then nothing special, - said Bats sternly.

"Oh... When Cyborg gets back, be sure to remind him to check the wiring, because it's a little dangerous."

Now I know what that sucking feeling in my stomach was. Maybe we shouldn't have made love next to the engine after all. Well, or we shouldn't have brought Abby to such a vivid orgasm.

"Mrh..." Grim Mouse snorted Uchi-style, conveying in one short word what he thought of my level of mental development. A shame, by the way.

"Okay, I'll put up a proper barrier next time," I raised my hands, acknowledging my complete surrender to the incomparable oratory skills of Gotham's protector.

"Next time... Oh, you're not even! - Lantern exclaimed indignantly.

"And I don't quite understand your worries, or did you forget to put the ring on the charger? If so, I suggest you do it right now."

"I-" A realization flashed in his eyes. - It's just that I'm piloting without the power of the ring, so I got nervous..." he said embarrassed, retreating to the table where Barry was creating another Velcro mine. They'd been great last time, so no one was planning to give up on them now.

"Well, now that we've settled our differences, Simon, I need your help. And, Bats, you wouldn't happen to have a dozen diamonds lying around, would you?"

Anyway, the idea was simple. When I'd heard that magic tattoos required the blood of a magical creature, the first thing I'd thought of was my own blood, especially since it would improve my control over the tattoos, allowing me to shape them more quickly. The second option was Ivy's blood, but a recent event reminded me that Abby's veins also flowed with a sort of scarlet liquid. Though, given the energy level and the beauty's personality, this stuff should have been called "Ichor," i.e., the blood of a deity.

Gloomy Mouse pleasantly surprised us by handing over a small case of small diamonds before the ritual began. And although the quality of them was poor because of a bunch of small defects, and there were obvious problems with transparency, hinting that WayneTech had found another smart guy trying to optimize the technology of gem creation, they would be enough for the upcoming work. And then Superman will be back, and the problem of the drives will solve itself. Besides, since we are flying to Africa so successfully, it would be foolish not to visit the local diamond mines to find an independent source of them.

But back to the ritual. Abby agreed to share her blood, which, as I suspected, was an unusual green color and glowed slightly from the excess of natural mana. It didn't really look like blood, but the sacrament itself went off without a hitch, as the green liquid, infused with a special way of structured energy in the form of strange broken symbols, began to obey my will.

Simon, invited as an expert, only confirmed the success of the operation. It wasn't surprising, because the ritual was based not on the usual demonic charms, which might not like blood with a lot of light, but on Thaumaturgy, or vampire magic. I had heard about this direction only by ear, and even then, eighty percent of the information belonged to the knowledge of the past world, which can be briefly characterized: the management of the life force of creatures and their blood, in particular. The guy, by the way, knew a little more about vampire magic, having enlightened me about the existence of certain "Paths", which included vampire alchemy, the Power of Mirrors (whatever that meant), the Path of Attracting Fires, Transmutation, and a dozen more varieties, repeating the effects of various magical schools. In short, the direction is quite interesting, especially given the relatively large reserve of life energy, but I'd have to deal with regular magic first. And Thaumaturgy without racial bonuses is quite difficult to use in battle, unlike the banal prana control.

The only thing left to do was to get the necessary tattoo, and my faithful companion did a fine job of it. But Simon and the demons had forgotten to mention that creating additional energy channels in the body was a painful procedure. And it was a good thing I'd thought of using ink soaked in natural energy, because a liquid with a demonic component would have felt like acid. Fifteen minutes of agony, then Harley's help with the ritual and the tattoo, and now our incomparable duo could rival Aquaman in durability. Not for long, though, but what are our years? Besides, the drawings are magical, and if you want, you can change them to any effect you want. I've already planned to prepare a spell of ice spear, because it can cause both energy and purely physical damage, but to do experiments should be in a more controlled environment, because the conflicts of magical schools no one canceled. However, the spatial fold should not interact with shields, so it can be created without problems.

"I think the ritual went wrong somehow," Abby said suddenly. She had been sitting nearby, carefully loading the diamonds Bats had given her.

"What makes you say that?"

I had just separated some ink from the shield structure and was trying to create a new pattern on my thumb and index finger that would form a spatial fold when they were joined. So what? The closed outline is there, and the "bottom" is formed by the other three fingers and palm. Unfortunately, the pale green spot was changing very slowly, and the sensation was like worms wriggling under the skin. The speed of change should increase with practice, but I already have an option that involves creating several ready-made patterns and quickly switching between them.

"Because I can do this," the beauty gently swung her arm, and my right limb suddenly began to follow her.

I tensed my muscles, feeling a slight resistance, as if I had a fifteen-pound dumbbell strapped to my arm. I could see why the grimoire advised against using the blood of strong creatures... I was sure it had to do with the difficulty of extracting it.

"How about this? - activating the stone skin.

The green-skinned beauty wiggled her palm as if trying to baste a Jedi, but this time I didn't even have to strain to level the other's control.

"I can still feel my blood, but very faintly."

"It's strange, I took Gaius' blood for the ritual, but he certainly can't control it," Simon reminded of his presence.

"You're comparing Green's avatar to a regular demon... Okay, a pretty strong demon who used to be human, but don't forget that you have ten times more energy reserve than Gaius. Besides, this effect will probably wear off in time, but in the meantime..."

I approached the dryad, gently put my arms around her waist, and looked up into her beautiful scarlet eyes.

"You're not going to abuse your power, are you?"

"Hmm..." The girl pretended to think, and my palms slid down to rest on the seductive hemispheres, suggesting that the shield was useless in close contact. - I don't know... What's in it for me?

"I think I'll be going now," the young man mumbled embarrassedly and left the room.

After convincing the Guardian of the Forest not to abuse the opportunity and expending another fifty or so units of divine energy in the process, I still proceeded to replenish my arsenal, returning to the center of the plane.

Unlike magic, weapons were much easier to deal with. I had to cram in as many grenades and machine gun cartridges as possible. Yes, yes, after a short reflection, I still came to the conclusion that against a crowd of opponents is better to use something more rapid-fire than a revolver, even if you have to sacrifice style for this. Well, nothing, as soon as the mess is over I'll take care of my cane, turning it into an analog of the Stone of Visions to cosplay Merry Poppins from Guardians of the Galaxy.

After exactly two and a half hours from the moment of departure, the batsamplane finally reached the final point of the route. From the portholes our team had a great view of a huge southern city, with a couple of familiar black towers and traces of recent destruction. In principle, the Sudanese capital had suffered even less from the actions of the Parademons than Gotham or Metropolis. Though it might have seemed so because of the rather low Arabian-style buildings, which were literally two or three stories high, and the overall sand-colored palette.

At first, I didn't even realize where the infected area was, but after our transport made a small turn, I immediately noticed several attack helicopters patrolling the airspace along the huge golden translucent dome that stretched over the entire northwestern part of Khartoum.

I activated my true gaze to whistle in admiration. I could tell that someone had a good grasp of barrier magic, if they were able to create such a large-scale spell, and not without power.

"Don't let them shoot us down..." Flash muttered quietly, his eyes lingering on the helicopter, which boasted a battery of impressive-looking missiles mounted on pylons.

"They can't see us because of the cloaking systems," Bats said sternly. - Joker, where should we land?

"Try flying around the dome in a circle."

The mysterious caster wouldn't be happy if we went under the barrier, and it's hardly that easy to do, otherwise helicopters would be flying around inside, scouting the situation. Hmm... Someone tried, judging by the smoking wreckage lying on the outside of the golden border.