Harvey's POV
I stood completely still on the edge of the Persian rug, the command hanging in the heavy, ozone-scented air of the study. For a man who made his living reading the microscopic twitches in a rival lawyer's jaw, my own body felt entirely alien to me. I had spent my entire adult life meticulously constructing the armor of Harvey Specter. The tailored Tom Ford suits, the silk ties, the polished oxfords—they weren't just clothing. They were psychological weaponry. They communicated dominance before I ever opened my mouth. And now, the seventeen-year-old God sitting behind that massive mahogany desk had just casually ordered me to strip it all away.
I looked into Dennis Shield's glowing eyes, searching for a bluff, a test of my resolve. There was none. There was only the absolute, terrifying weight of a sovereign who already owned my soul. Through the golden Dawngleam tether anchored deep in my chest, I felt the compulsion rising—a divine, undeniable urge to submit to my Alpha's order.
I didn't break eye contact as my hands moved to my jacket. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it like I did everything else: with absolute, unapologetic confidence. I slipped the heavy wool off my shoulders, folding it neatly and draping it over the back of a nearby leather chair. My fingers moved to my silk tie, loosening the knot and pulling it free. Unbuttoning my crisp white dress shirt felt incredibly loud in the otherwise silent room, the faint rustle of fabric amplified by the silence of the study.
I let the shirt fall to the chair, exposing my chest to the cool, air-conditioned air of the mansion. I didn't rush. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my trousers, and stepped out of them, leaving my socks and oxfords in a neat pile. Finally, I stripped off my briefs.
I stood completely naked in front of Dennis, forcing my posture to remain perfectly straight, my shoulders rolled back. I tried my best to relax, taking a slow, measured breath. I let my eyes flick briefly to Frank Castle, who was sitting at the desk like a massive, heavily muscled sentinel, and then to the enormous wall of muscle that was Duke still resting on the rug. They were impressive, undeniably dangerous specimens, enhanced by the very magic currently thrumming in my veins though in a much greater amount. But my ego remained fully intact. I mentally assessed the room and concluded that, clothing or no, I was without question the second hottest man in this room. Dennis, with his flawless, chi-radiant physique and predatory smirk, took the number one spot without contest.
The silence stretched for another moment before it was broken by a low, pained groaning sound coming from the leather couch behind me.
***
Ben's POV
The suffocating, euphoric fog that had completely consumed my mind was finally starting to recede, leaving me washed up on the shores of reality. I blinked slowly, staring at the vaulted ceiling of the study. My limbs felt like they were made of lead, heavily saturated with the intoxicating residue of Dennis's Fae magic. I was Ben Parker, the CEO of Aegis Defense, a man who had spent the last several days running a massive corporate shadow war against S.H.I.E.L.D., and I was currently sprawled naked on a couch, utterly ruined by my lover and boss.
As my senses slowly returned, the first thing I felt as I came down from whatever sex magic thing Dennis had just done to me was pure, agonizing pain coming from my ass. It felt like I had been split open by a freight train.
I shifted my hips slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position on the leather, and realized something wet and warm was pooling beneath me. I also felt something liquid flowing out of me. At first, my magic-addled brain thought it was just Dennis's cum, the natural aftermath of his overwhelming dominance as knowing him he definitely wouldn't have pulled out. But something about the feel of it wasn't right. It was too thin, too sharp against the raw, tender nerves.
Frowning, I reached down behind myself to check, my fingers grazing my ruined entrance. I pulled my hand back and brought it up to my face. I was half right. My fingers were slick with thick, pearlescent cum, but it was mixed heavily with bright red blood.
Dennis must have ripped something because of the total lack of prep work before he just pushed inside me. I hadn't noticed at all during the act because his sex magic had completely rewritten my pain receptors into pure, unadulterated ecstasy. It felt too damn good while it was happening for me to register the physical damage being done to my body.
I gritted my teeth, gripping the edge of the leather cushion as I turned my head to look over at the massive desk.
"Fuck, Dennis," I rasped, my voice slightly hoarse from screaming my lungs out earlier. "The sex was worth it, but could you do more preparation next time, please? This hurts like a bitch."
I tried to push myself up into a sitting position, my arms trembling violently under my own weight. I winced visibly from the sharp, radiating pain shooting up my spine. "Could one of you help me to the med bay? I'm not sure how bad the bleeding is."
***
Dennis's POV
I sat behind the desk, watching Harvey Specter stand tall and naked in the center of the room, his ego remarkably unbruised. I was just about to praise him for his compliance when Ben's pained voice echoed across the study.
I looked past Harvey to see my CEO struggling to sit up on the couch, his hand stained with a mixture of my seed and his own blood. A brief flash of realization hit me. I had been so focused on harvesting the necessary Sex Points to summon a high-tier magic user for our defenses against Loki and my own pleasure that I had completely bypassed the physical limitations of a baseline human body, even one tethered to me. My succubus magic had masked the tearing, but now that the high was fading, the reality of my brutal, no preparation entry was catching up to him.
"No need," I said, my voice calm but laced with genuine reassurance as I stood up from my chair. "I'm sorry. I won't lie to you and say I won't take you without preparation again, because when the need arises, I will take what is mine and I like it raw. But I'll take better care to make sure to heal you afterwards."
I walked around the desk, my own naked body practically glowing with the excess chi I had just harvested, and crossed the Persian rug. Harvey wisely took a step back, giving me a clear path to the couch.
I sat down on the edge of the leather cushion right beside Ben. He looked exhausted, pale, and entirely vulnerable. I reached out, wrapping one strong arm around his shoulders and pulling him into a firm, comforting hug. I let my Aura wash over him, projecting safety and deep Pack affection to soothe his immediate distress.
With my other hand, I reached behind him. I didn't hesitate. I pushed one finger firmly inside his bleeding, ruined asshole.
Ben let out a sharp gasp, a hard flinch rippling through his entire body. He instinctively tried to push me away, his hands pressing weakly against my chest, but he completely lacked the strength to move my enhanced frame.
"Shh, easy," I murmured into his ear. "Just breathe."
I activated my chi share skill, tapping into the massive reserves of energy humming in my core. I pushed two hundred points of pure, golden chi directly into his body through my finger.
The effect was instantaneous. I could feel the torn, bleeding tissue inside him rapidly knitting itself back together, the microscopic lacerations sealing shut under the restorative power of my power. The inflammation vanished, replaced by a warm, soothing hum.
Ben sagged against my chest, his weak struggles ceasing immediately as he calmed down. He let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief as the agonizing pain evaporated into nothing.
Seeing that he was perfectly fine now, I couldn't resist a little teasing. I playfully fingered him a couple of times, curling my digit to deliberately push some of my thick cum that was falling out back deep inside his freshly healed walls.
The sensation ripped a desperate, breathy moan from Ben's throat. I felt his cock, which had been completely limp against his thigh, instantly twitch and start getting hard again. The Dawngleam tether pulsed brightly between us, flooding me with his renewed lust.
I smirked, leaning back and pulling my finger free. As much as I would absolutely love to fuck him again, or lay him back and ride him until his cock had nothing left to give, we really did have a massive corporate empire to run and a ticking clock hanging over our heads.
I stood back up, wiping my hand on a towel I pulled from a discreet drawer, from the coffee table.
"Ok, that's done," I announced, clapping my hands once. The sharp sound snapped everyone in the room back to attention. "Now, back to work."
I gestured to the empty leather chair on the other side of my desk. "Harvey, grab a chair and help me figure out what the hell these documents even mean. You're the legal shield."
I turned back to the couch. "Ben, start going through your stack. You're the CEO. Eighty percent of this paperwork is yours not mine, I should only really be reviewing it for final approval but since it's all already here we'll just help out anyway."
It was one of the most surreal boardroom environments ever conceived on planet Earth. Within two minutes, the four of us had formed an efficient, naked assembly line of corporate dominance.
Frank sat rigidly beside me, completely unfazed by his lack of clothing, meticulously reading through shipping manifests and signing off on the acquisition of heavy munitions for the G.I. Joe team upstairs. His tactical mind easily spotted inefficiencies in the supply lines, and he ruthlessly slashed unnecessary costs with his black pen.
Harvey had pulled up a chair across from me, crossing his bare legs with absolute aristocratic grace. He didn't even bat an eye at the absurdity of the situation. He simply picked up a stack of deeply complicated shell company charters I had been struggling with and began breaking them down into plain English.
"The issue with the UN summit fallout," Harvey explained, tapping a manicured finger against a clause, "is that they're trying to classify Aegis Defense under the international mercenary regulations of the Geneva Conventions. But if we structure these three subsidiaries in Madripoor and route the defensive tech patents through a blind trust established in Wakandan-adjacent territories, S.H.I.E.L.D. loses all legal jurisdiction to audit our proprietary assets without a direct declaration of war."
"Do it," I commanded, signing my name where he indicated.
Over on the couch, Ben was back in full executive mode. The chi had completely rejuvenated him, leaving him sharp, focused, and entirely painless. He was rapidly sorting through the massive pile of recruitment dossiers, finalizing the logistical integration of our new clients from the Hellfire Club.
"Dennis, we need to finalize the chosen pay scale for the Rank One workers," Ben called out, not looking up from a spreadsheet. "The G.I. Joe operatives, the support staff, the chefs. We can't just pay them in room and board if we want this to look like a legitimate corporate entity to the IRS."
"Standard top-tier PMC rates for the combat operatives," I replied, glancing over a non-disclosure agreement. "Triple the current market rate for private household staff for the chefs and butlers. Make sure the funds are drawn from the newly established company accounts I'll have Legion put in ten thousand dollars from my personal account to hold us over until the money from the contracts come in."
"Understood," Ben said, making a quick notation. "But tracking the daily expenditures of an estate this size, plus a global defense contractor, requires a dedicated accounting department. We don't have the manpower for that without hiring outside baselines, which introduces massive security risks regarding your magic."
"We don't need human accountants," I countered. "Legion."
"Yes, Sir?" the AI's smooth voice immediately responded from the ceiling.
"You are now the official company accountant for Aegis Defense and the Defenders Mansion. Allocate the funds, generate flawless tax returns, and bury the paper trails so deep that even Jarvis couldn't find them if he tried."
"Processing... Corporate accounting protocols integrated. I will ensure our financial ledgers are completely impenetrable, Sir."
"Good."
I leaned back in my chair, rolling my shoulders to release a small knot of tension. The stack of paperwork was shrinking rapidly, our combined efficiency tearing through the bureaucratic nightmare. We were successfully building an ironclad fortress of legal and financial immunity around our strike force.
But as I watched Frank meticulously stamp an approval on buying a shipment of black market vibranium which I agree with as Ronnie could use a physical example to make more later, a strange sensation prickled at the back of my mind. A low, persistent hum of my succubus senses. I felt like I was forgetting something. Something important that I had scheduled for this exact timeframe maybe.
I looked at the grandfather clock ticking softly in the corner of the study. It had been exactly an hour since I sent for Oliver and Slade to come for Shado.
Right on cue, three heavy, rhythmic knocks echoed against the thick mahogany door of the study. The sound instantly silenced the rustle of paperwork and the low murmur of Harvey's legal advice. Frank's spine snapped perfectly straight, his dark eyes locking onto the door with lethal intensity.
I smiled, chi flaring brightly in my chest. while I hadn't completely forgotten about this meeting I still felt there was something else but nonetheless. It was time to play God and bring someone back from the dead.