The question landed like a blade between them.
“Does the attack have anything to do with you?” Diana’s gaze was unwavering, her eyes boring into Alex’s with the weight of divine judgment.
Alex’s expression hardened.
His jaw tightened, and when he spoke, his voice carried the sharp edge of wounded pride.
“So…
You think I gave you information about Cadmus, which led to you finding out the big man had a clone.
I risked my life down there, escaped with a hair’s width, just to gain some favor with you.
And now…
you think I launched a massive terrorist attack inside the big man’s city, to kill Lex Luthor?” His voice rose with each word, a controlled fury building behind every syllable.
“Why the fuck would I tell you about Cadmus if that was my goal!”
He took a step closer, his presence looming.
“You disappoint me…
I thought you understood my reasons.
And now you’re thinking I’m to blame?!”
Diana flinched.
It was barely perceptible, but it was there.
The Amazon princess, the warrior who had faced gods and monsters, actually flinched.
“No…
I…
I apologize.” Her voice was softer now, tinged with genuine regret.
“I just had to ask…
It’s a shocking event.
We are being blamed…
Superman is…
He’s not well.
And things have gone to shit ever since…” She looked down, then back up, meeting his eyes.
“I just had to ask you…
because you seem to know things.
Way more than us.”
Alex exhaled slowly, the tension bleeding from his shoulders.
He gestured to the chair across from his desk.
“Please sit down, Diana.
Relax.” He turned his head slightly.
“Medea, why don’t you bring Miss Diana a cup of water.”
Medea nodded silently and slipped out of the room.
Diana settled into the chair, her posture still rigid, but some of the wariness fading from her eyes.
“She has…
a familiar name.” She shook her head, dismissing the thought.
“I apologize for barging in like this.
It’s just…
we’ve never seen an attack on such a scale.
Ever.
Especially not in Metropolis.” She met his gaze again, her voice earnest.
“I’m sorry I doubted you.
You helped bring Cassie back, and even helped us find Cadmus.
You’ve been quite helpful to us…
and to treat you like that…
it’s shameful of me.”
“Hey…” Alex raised a hand, his tone softening.
“Relax, okay?
I understand.
I shouldn’t have lashed out either.
You’re going through a tough time.
Things happen.”
Medea returned, placing a glass of water on the table before Diana, then stepping back with quiet grace.
Alex leaned forward, his expression shifting to something more conspiratorial.
“And…
I won’t let you go without any information.
I do have…
guesses…
on who might have done that.”
Diana’s eyes widened.
“YOU DO?”
“Well…
I’m not a hundred percent sure.
And I don’t have an idea on the identity of the people.
But…” He reached into his desk drawer, pulling out a slim file.
“While I was inside Cadmus, I managed to hack a list of allies that worked with Lex.
The list was heavily encrypted, and the names of these people don’t exist.
Mere nicknames, I think.” He placed the file on the desk and slid it toward her.
Diana picked it up, her eyes scanning the contents.
“Marduk…
G-G…
The Queen…
Chaos…
Z-B…
and finally…
The Assassin…” She furrowed her brow, studying the names.
“Hmm…
I can’t figure out these nicknames.
But I bet Batman would.
This is more than enough.” She looked up, genuine gratitude in her eyes.
“Thank you, Alex Black.
Truly.”
She rose to her feet.
“Don’t forget about my offer,” said Alex.
She paused at the door, turning back.
“I will not.
You have my support.
If you can gain approval from the government…
mine is irrelevant.” She offered a small, tired smile, then slipped out of the room.
The door clicked shut.
Silence settled over the office.
Medusa materialized from the shadows, her form coalescing into solidity.
Medea stepped forward from the corner where she had been waiting.
“Well…
What do you think?” Alex asked, leaning back in his chair.
Medea spoke first.
“She seemed genuinely apologetic.
They do not doubt you.
They also have no way to prove it was you.
The attack was random; they only got glimpses of an orange light.
Even Ishtar wasn’t seen.”
Medusa nodded in agreement.
“So, to say the least…
it was perfect.”
“Yes, Master,” Medea added.
Alex’s grin spread wide across his face.
He shot up from his chair, a burst of laughter escaping his throat.
In one swift motion, he grabbed both Medea and Medusa, pulling them close against his sides.
His hands found their asses, squeezing hard as he laughed.
“WELL!
Let’s go CELEBRATE!
HAHAHAH!”
….
Ishtar’s day had been nothing short of magnificent.
She had destroyed the man threatening her Master, been rewarded with a handful of exquisite gems, and was now sprawled across the couch, completely absorbed in the television before her.
She had recently become hopelessly addicted to soap operas, devouring them on a daily basis….Mexican, Turkish, Indian, the most melodramatic, over-the-top productions she could find.
Today was no different.
Then the sounds reached her ears.
“Moaning”
As the goddess of sex, she recognized those sounds instantly.
The rhythm, the breathlessness, the desperate cries of pleasure.
Her ears perked up, her attention snapping away from the screen.
“YES!
Oh, Master, MORE!”
“HARDER, Master!”
Her eyes narrowed.
“Those are the voices…
of Medusa and Medea.”
She rose from the couch, floating silently upward, her bare feet hovering just above the floor.
She drifted toward the source of the sounds, her body pressing against the wall as she leaned in, listening with keen interest.
She had already been informed that her Master regularly engaged in sexual intercourse with his Servants for the purpose of mana transfer.
As an Archer, however, she had been somewhat excluded from this arrangement.
Unlike other classes, Archers possessed the class skill Independent Action.
At her rank ‘A’ it allowed her to remain active without her Master’s support for extended periods.
A month or more, as long as she didn’t use her Noble Phantasm.
And the attack on LexCorp had been powered by a Command Seal, so her reserves were still comfortably full.
“But…” She tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her crimson eyes.
“I am curious as to how good he is…
My Master of mine.”
Her grin widened.
“Let’s see, shall we?”
She floated toward the stairs, drifting silently through the corridor until she reached the door.
She pushed it open without hesitation.
Inside, her Master had Medea in what this timeline called the prone bone position.
Ishtar’s eyes swept over the scene—the arch of Medea’s back, the tension in her thighs, the way her Master’s hips drove forward with relentless precision.
Ishtar grinned, drifting closer until she was hovering just beside him, her gaze fixed on his cock as it disappeared deep into Medea with each powerful thrust.
The wet sounds were obscene.
Each time Alex buried himself to the hilt, a slick, slapping noise echoed through the room, punctuated by Medea’s muffled cries into the pillow beneath her.
Her fingers clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, her body trembling with every deep, punishing stroke.
Ishtar’s eyes traced the length of his shaft with hungry fascination.
It was thick—impossibly so—veins running along its surface like rivers of power.
She watched as it stretched Medea’s entrance with each withdrawal, glistening with her wetness, before plunging back inside, disappearing completely until only his pelvis pressed against her ass.
The girth alone made Ishtar’s breath catch.
It wasn’t just big—it was magnificent, the kind of cock that demanded worship.
She watched the way Medea’s body yielded to it, her walls gripping tight, struggling to accommodate the sheer size of him.
The way Alex’s thighs flexed with each thrust.
The way his hand gripped Medea’s hip, fingers digging into her flesh, holding her steady as he claimed her.
The sounds filled the room.
Wet, rhythmic slaps.
Medea’s desperate moans.
Alex’s low, guttural grunts of pleasure.
The air itself grew thick and heavy, saturated with the musky scent of sex and sweat.
The scent of raw, primal fucking.
Ishtar’s nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply.
The goddess of sex, of love, of fertility—this was her domain, and the fragrance was intoxicating.
It curled around her senses, making her pulse quicken, her thighs press together instinctively.
A warmth bloomed between her legs, spreading through her core like liquid fire.
She licked her lips slowly, her tongue tracing the curve of her mouth as her eyes remained glued to the spectacle before her.
She watched the way Medea’s ass rippled with each impact.
The way Alex’s cock glistened with her juices, practically dripping with evidence of her arousal.
“Oh my…” Ishtar breathed, her voice a husky whisper.
Her hand drifted to her chest, fingers tracing the curve of her breast through her revealing top.
“Wow…
It’s pretty big, Master.”
Alex raised an eyebrow, his rhythm never faltering.
“Ishtar?
Not exactly a voyeurism session here, you know?”
Ishtar flipped onto her back, floating lazily in the air as if she were lounging on an invisible bed.
She crossed her ankles, her arms folding behind her head.
“I am here to evaluate you…”
“On what exactly?” asked Alex.
She drifted higher, positioning herself directly above Medea’s prone form.
Then, slowly, deliberately, she spread her legs wide, granting him an unobstructed view.
Her scantily clad panties did little to hide what lay beneath.
“Whether you are worthy of this or not…”
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