Part 4.
Private Residence. New York State.
Miranda Lawson couldn't help wondering if she was becoming like her father. She didn't need a home as large as this yet she'd brought it anyway when EDI had offered to quickly get her moved in.
Spoiler
Until now she'd actually preferred her living spaces to be much more basic and small because she liked to keep things orderly.
Now she had a mansion that she was never going to find the time to keep clean.
That meant having some staff who she would have to order about, as her father used to frequently when Miranda was going up.
She hoped that she would do so with more manners and a lot less shouting. As she'd gotten older she hated her father's yelling more and more. That man had always loved the sound of his own voice.
At least she could somewhat justify the house as a means to impress potential allies, and it was easier to keep her work private when the neighbours were miles away.
Despite that, she knew she could have settled for a nice apartment within the city and found ways to keep her activities hidden.
It might have even made things easier for her given how many meetings she would need to attend in the future as she entered the world of business.
Her father had always felt the need to show off, and to have the best, a big house, the newest aircar, and the perfect child.
If the old bastard hadn't been such a good businessman with an accountant who'd known how to get around quite a few tax laws, Henry Lawson would have ruined himself long before Miranda was even born.
As for the perfect child. He'd never gotten one of those despite how much time, credits and effort he'd poured into that project.
Even Miranda, who was as close as he'd gotten, hadn't measured up to his impossible standards. No matter how much she studied, trained and tried to please her father it had never been up.
She really hoped that she'd be a better parent when it was her turn, and while she hadn't planned to become one when first making her plans.
It did seem like the best way to handle this half-viltrumite who was calling himself Nolan Grayson, at least according to the file that EDI had been sent from somewhere.
Miranda Lawson didn't know what a viltrumite was, but given the context in the file, she figured that this Grayson was part alien, as silly as that sounded.
Even the asari didn't actually breed with other species despite what some idiots thought and yet breeding with someone with alien DNA looked like it would be a good way for Miranda to gain some control over this Grayson.
His file supported the idea that he could breed with a human and that he could control his own fertility because he'd chosen to be able to do that. This feature also removed any issues the woman might have with her pregnancy.
She didn't have much of a choice other than her sexuality as some sort of defence, and unless this Nolan was a complete monster he was unlikely to harm the mother of his child.
At least not while she was pregnant, and that would buy her some time because this Nolan Grayson was going to find her sooner or later. She'd not made any effort to hide.
Getting knocked up during a PVP was risky, however when compared to the Red Hood guy this Grayson seemed to be a much greater threat.
Perhaps she could get them to go up against each other if she played her cards right. From what she knew of this Red Hood he wouldn't be a threat to Grayson in a straight-up fight.
That combined with the fact that she was already thinking about how to use a child against his or her father, showed that in her case the apple really hadn't fallen far from the tree.
"Operative Lawson," said EDI as she projected her hologram "There is something heading this way".
Miranda had been able to install a few sensors around the property. They were rather crude things compared to the technology she'd gotten to use as the leader of a Cerberus cell, but she had to make do with what she could fabricate with her omni-tool.
She watched via a camera as a man in normal-looking black clothes simply dropped down to the ground in front of her house as if he had no need to employ any kind of stealth.
From what Miranda had read on the file she'd been provided with he didn't need to worry much about anything short of a nuclear strike. If that had been an option she certainly was going to escalate things that far.
Grayson was powerful enough to fly through space, he had super strength and super durability. To make matters even better they were known to be a violent race. Although the same could be said for humans.
If he was anything like that Homelander, and he was likely much more dangerous, then nothing she had would do more than annoy him. Any direct conflict was out of the question.
Good thing she'd slipped into some nightwear and Miranda was if nothing else something of an actress. So she made herself appear to be relaxed and poured a drink for herself along with her guest.
She considered using poison, but she had no idea what was lethal to a viltrumite, she knew how to kill humans that way, but she didn't know if they would work on a half-breed or even if he was half-human. Although his picture suggested he was.
He wasn't at all bad looking now that she'd some proper images to check out. Tall, dark-haired, and powerfully built. His fashion sense could use some work. Perhaps she could offer some tips.
She did feel an attraction to powerful men and he was supposed to be some sort of superhero, his superior genes mixed with her could make for an amazing child.
Cold-hearted of her to use a child that way, but seduction was her only option here. She needed to play for time and gain some sort of leverage over a man that could kill with ease.
Well, at least she wasn't going to be bored, and she was doing this to survive, not because of her ego, unlike her father. She would treat her child right.
"EDI go dormant" she ordered.
"Logging you out Miss Lawson," said the helpful AI.
The doorbell rang and Miranda took a deep breath before she went to answer it. When she did she made sure she looked a lot more confident than she currently felt.
"Hello, Greyson" she greeted.
It took quite a bit of effort for him to look into her eyes and for once she wasn't offended or even annoyed that he was staring at her breasts, because it was a good sign. What if he'd been gay or into blondes?
"Lawson," he said.
There was no sense in having their discussion outside.
"Come on in" she invited.
She turned her back to him leaving herself vulnerable. Not that it mattered since she felt fairly certain that she could spend the clip in the pistol she'd been carrying when appeared in this world and that it wouldn't have made any kind of impact.
"You've done well for yourself" commented Nolan as he took the drink Miranda offered.
EDI had detected another AI poking about on the Internet. EDI had avoided that intelligence and Miranda knew that there was a chance this unknown AI was in league with Grayson, yet there was no reason to confirm anything by admitting she had help.
"I've infiltrated much more sophisticated societies," she said.
Nolan clearly knew something about her. Given that he could relax in her presence that meant he knew she wouldn't be stupid to directly attack him and that he likely had some knowledge of her skill set.
"I'd like to propose a deal" informed the former Cerberus Operative as they sat down.
If Grayson had been intending to outright kill her he'd have done it already of that she felt mostly certain.
"What kind of deal?" inquired the hybrid.
At least he was willing to hear her out.
"I don't want to die. Not again." admitted the genetically engineered woman "So I've decided to give you a reason not only to spare my life but to protect me".
He looked interested.
"I've seen your file" shared Miranda "So I know you can control your fertility and that you can breed with other races".
Grayson betrayed a little surprise. This made her realise that he might not have known that his adversaries would have access to that much information about him
It might also mean he'd not been as well briefed as her. She wondered if this was some attempt by the power who had set all this up to even things out just a little.
"So I want you to put a baby in me" the 22nd Century woman then said.
Grayson needed a moment before he could reply to that. He might have been expecting her to use sex as a tool, but clearly, he'd not thought that Miranda would suggest making a baby together. At least not so soon.
"Why would I give you a child who you could raise to hate me or even use against me?" he questioned.
So he wasn't an idiot. That was good she'd hate for her child to inherit their smarts from his or her father if he was a fool.
"Because that would take a couple of decades and I wouldn't cut you from access to your own child" she pointed "Besides if the entity who sent us here keeps sending more people after the both of us we might need each other's help".
Sometimes you had to make alliances with one enemy to defeat another one.
"Allowing me to be the mother of your child or even children, would motivate you to protect me," she said.
She figured that Grayson saw the logic in this.
"It might still end up with the two of us facing each other down," he said.
But that could take years, decades if she got pregnant a few times. Miranda was in this for the long haul, and not just for herself.
"I have perfect genes and I want the strongest man in this world to mix his genes with mine" she stated "And you can fuck me for fun if that is what you want. I wouldn't let any other man touch me, and I wouldn't expect you to limit yourself".
If Nolan was the jealous type she pitied any man who tried anything. Not that she couldn't handle the man of this world on her own and frankly she wasn't interested in any romantic relationships.
Falling in love with Shepard had been unexpected and wasn't likely to happen again. No one would have compared with John in any case.
"Generous terms" commented Grayson.
They had to be.
"I'm not stupid" pointed out Miranda "You basically a version of Superman who doesn't let antiqued morality chain him down".
The former Cerberus Operative stood up and let her nightgown drop to the floor to show the tasteful bra and panties she wore underneath. She didn't know Grayson's taste so she hoped this outfit worked.
"Grayson, I'm ready when you are" she declared.
She didn't want to give Grayson time to think too much about this offer. She wanted him to trust his male drive to reproduce with the best female on offer.
With a smirk he took up the offer and moved over to her, to grab her and start touching her. There was nothing romantic about this arrangement, yet she didn't mind the feel of his strong hands on her body.
From a practical point of view, Nolan was the best choice as a father to her offspring since he was powerful enough to protect them from almost anything, and if his abilities were hereditary as the file suggested they were, then their children would be superior to everyone else on the planet.
Miranda didn't think about this for much longer. Grayson seemed to know exactly what he was doing and while she attempted to take control of the action he was having none of that.
Like some sort of caveman, he began doing what he pleased to her. He ripped her expensive underwear, leaving her naked for his viewing pleasure.
This wasn't what she had planned. She'd want to take him to her bedroom, and then ride him to orgasm. She'd planned to use her words to flatter his male ego and to find out what words he liked to hear.
Yet there was something primal and enjoyable about letting this superior example of a male bend her over the arm of the couch before he began to undress.
He was going to fuck her and Miranda didn't doubt that despite her preference for controlling the action during intercourse, she was going to enjoy it.
She was wet for him, and even if becoming pregnant was part of her plans to survive, she found herself wanting this to happen.
Lawson didn't even mind that he spanked her arse a few times, after all, she wanted him to keep coming back for more, for him to desire her. So it was good to know what he liked to do to a woman.
To that end, she'd let him do what he wanted to her, and she wouldn't even have to pretend that she was enjoying it since his file suggested he'd take measures to make himself superior to other men in many ways.
He felt very good as he forced himself inside her perfect pussy, which she had used to get what she wanted from many a man and no doubt it would again.
Miranda really began to enjoy what was happening. She'd never had sex like this before. She'd never let herself simply take it. Apparently, she'd been missing out.
"Yes! Y-Yes, Fuck me! Please fuck me harder! Breed me! Knock me up!" she yelled.
She was going to be used by him, she was here to be fucked, to be impregnated, so all Miranda could do was be fucked.
Miranda quickly lost the power of speech as her body responded to what was happening to her. She wanted this man's babies to grow inside her. Her biology was demanding this of her.
Nolan had his hands on her hips so he could push her back into him as he forced his cock deeper inside her. He spoke to her and she made no effort to reply as the only thing that mattered to Miranda was that he cum inside her.
He did so when he wanted to, and when it happened it barely registered as Miranda had already orgasmed, and her brain had been flooded with endorphins.
As the night went on and Grayson fucked her a few more times before leaving some hours later because he had something else he wanted to go do.
That night, Miranda Lawson forgot her concerns about becoming more like her father, at least for a while.