Dennis's POV
The scratch of a fountain pen against thick parchment felt impossibly loud in the acoustically isolated study. Half an hour had passed since Oliver and Slade had escorted a newly resurrected Shado out of the room, yet the heavy, ozone-scented air still buzzed with the lingering shockwaves of multiversal displacement. We had settled back into the surreal rhythm of our corporate assembly line. Frank, entirely naked and sitting rigidly at my side, methodically reviewed the final shipping manifests for our black-market vibranium. Across the room, Harvey was meticulously finalizing the Wakandan-adjacent blind trusts, his sharp legal mind functioning perfectly even without his signature armor of a Tom Ford suit.
Ben sat on the leather couch, flipping through the last of the Hellfire Club dossiers. The flush of my succubus chi still colored his skin, leaving him in a state of relaxed devotion. Duke remained cross-legged on the Persian rug, his massive, enhanced frame entirely still as he stared intently at his Starkpad. The bizarre reality of four completely naked men running a shadow empire was no longer jarring; it was simply the new baseline of my domain.
As Frank slid the final page across the mahogany desk toward me, a crisp, synthesized chime echoed from the hidden speakers embedded in the wood-paneled walls.
"Hello, Sir. I apologize for the interruption," Legion's voice announced, the artificial intelligence's tone perfectly modulated to convey absolute respect. "Head Chef Ramsay instructed me to inform everyone that the introductory feast will be ready in exactly thirty minutes. He requests that all personnel begin gathering in the second-floor dining room to ensure a synchronized presentation."
I picked up the heavy gold pen and scrawled my signature across the final line of the logistics contract. The ink gleamed in the dim, crimson-tinged light of the study. I set the pen down with a decisive click, feeling a deep wave of satisfaction settle into my chest. The legal and corporate framework of Aegis Defense was completely locked in. We were ready to face S.H.I.E.L.D., the UN,. Loki and whatever multiversal threats out there to be throw at us.
"You heard the machine," I declared, leaning back in my plush leather chair. I allowed a fraction of my Aura to ripple through the room, ensuring my command carried weight. "Get dressed and proceed upstairs to the second floor. The entire Pack is gathering for the grand feast, and now that the paperwork is finished, I want my Vanguard and my executives present and seamlessly integrated."
Frank stood immediately, his massive, heavily defined muscles shifting smoothly as he retrieved his pants. Harvey moved with aristocratic grace, entirely unfazed by his nakedness as he began reassembling his tailored suit. Duke pushed himself up from the rug, showing off his new superhuman strength as he threw himself to his full height with one hand in a single motion. Only I remained seated, entirely content in my natural state. There was absolutely no point in me putting my sweatpants back on right now, not when I needed to change into proper clothes before leaving the mansion anyway.
"Legion," I called out, my voice cutting cleanly through the rustle of fabric. "Tell Peter to meet me and Ben in the garage. It is time for him to go home. Also, send a message to whoever is closest to my private quarters. I need them to pick up a change of clothes for me and bring it down to the garage. I obviously cannot go outside in just sweatpants, let alone completely naked."
"Acknowledged, Sir," Legion replied smoothly. "Messages have been dispatched and personnel are en route."
I shifted my gaze to the massive wall of muscle currently pulling a tight black t-shirt over his head. "Duke," I said, my tone sharpening into a businesslike edge. "Before you go upstairs to meet up with your friends, did you finish setting up that perimeter I asked you to establish around Ben's home?"
Duke finished adjusting his shirt, a wide, confident smile breaking across his handsome face. The golden tether binding him to me pulsed with a warm, steady rhythm of pride and accomplishment.
"Yes, sir," Duke rumbled, stepping away from the door. "I got a encrypted message from Snake Eyes about ten minutes ago. He and a hand-picked team of fifteen men from the newly summoned roster have completely secured the area around Ben's home. They established a two-block radius, completely invisible to civilian notice. Snake Eyes set up overlapping fields of fire, utilizing Legion's help to run digital interference on local traffic cameras to ensure Aegis operatives remain completely ghosted."
Duke paused, his smile widening into a knowing smirk as he glanced over at Ben, who was currently struggling to button his dress shirt with trembling fingers. "They did have to chase away a few suspicious people who were watching the house when they got there, though. Unmarked sedans, standard agency surveillance tactics. My guys spooked them off without making a scene. Don't worry, Ben. May is perfectly fine."
Ben let out a shaky breath, his shoulders slumping with profound relief. But Duke wasn't finished.
"Although," Duke added, his tone dripping with amusement, "from what Snake Eyes reported regarding her current pacing patterns and the sheer volume of frustrated muttering he is picking up on the parabolic microphones, you are definitely in for a serious talk when you get back."
Ben winced visibly, his fingers slipping on the top button of his shirt. The prospect of facing his wife's entirely justified wrath after days of secrecy and shadow-ops maneuvering was clearly terrifying him. I sent a gentle pulse of calming energy down his tether, soothing the spike of anxiety radiating from his soul. He belonged to me now, and I would ensure his mortal life didn't collapse under the weight of my empire.
"Also," Duke continued, his expression sobering into strict professionalism. "Snake Eyes already ran a full sweep of the property. The phone lines have definitely been tapped. It is sloppy work, likely S.H.I.E.L.D. trying to gather passive intelligence on our corporate structure. He confirmed there are no listening or recording devices actually planted inside the home, but you need to be extremely careful when talking on the landlines. Assume every word is being recorded."
Ben nodded grimly, fully understanding the gravity of the situation. He was no longer just an administrative civilian struggling to pay a mortgage; he was the CEO of the most powerful defense contractor on the planet. The men sitting in the unmarked sedans outside his home were just the vanguard of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s inevitable escalation. His family was a target, and the only shield they had was the seventeen-year-old God currently sitting naked behind a mahogany desk.
Satisfied with the report, I waved a hand dismissively. "Good work, Duke. Go enjoy the feast. You have earned it."
Duke bowed his head respectfully, his devotion absolute, before turning and following Frank and Harvey out of the study. The heavy mahogany door clicked shut behind them, leaving only Ben and me in the quiet room.
"Let us go, Ben," I said, rising from my chair. I didn't bother grabbing any clothes, walking completely naked toward the exit. "We will take the stairs down to the garage. It is closer than the elevator, and it should take long enough to ensure Peter is ready to leave."
Ben followed a few steps behind me, his eyes respectfully averted from my bare form, though the heavy thrum of our bond told me exactly how much he was struggling to contain his lingering lust for another round but he knows we didn't have the time for it right this second. We navigated the subterranean staircase of the mansion, the crimson emergency lighting of the lower levels casting long, shifting shadows against the reinforced titanium walls. The silence between us was comfortable, anchored by the unshakable reality of his submission and my dominance.
We pushed through the heavy stairwell doors and entered the first floor of the sprawling underground garage. The space was massive, a cavernous concrete bunker designed to house a fleet of both tactical vehicles and everyday life. The harsh fluorescent lights hummed overhead, reflecting off the polished epoxy floor and casting long, sterile glares across the reinforced pillars. The scent of motor oil and cold steel clashed with the heavy, floral ozone of my Fae magic.
I immediately noticed that Peter had not yet arrived. The massive space was entirely empty save for a few armored transports and my sleek, BMW, motorcycle and the imposing silhouette of Ben's new vehicle parked near the main blast doors that leads outside. Furthermore, the servant Legion had tasked with bringing my clothes was nowhere to be seen.
We walked over to the black SUV. It was a terrifyingly beautiful piece of machinery. I had explicitly ordered its construction the moment Ben agreed to be my CEO. On the outside, it looked like a high-end, luxury family vehicle, but beneath the polished black exterior lay inches of military-grade armor. It was entirely bulletproof, explosion-resistant, and packed with advanced offensive and defensive countermeasures designed by Legion using the top engineering tools we had access to. It was the only vehicle I would trust to transport my executives through a city about to be besieged by aliens and rogue government agents and who knows what else in the future.
Ben reached out, his hand trailing reverently over the reinforced handle of the driver's side door. Before I had forced the issue, he had vehemently refused such an extravagant gift, clinging to his modest, working-class pride. But I had made it abundantly clear that his safety was not an negotiable option; it wasn't one for him or any of the civilian rank ones who would get similar but not as good cars to use as while they were disposable I would still do the bare minimum for their safety otherwise my conscience would not let me sleep at night so all in all a non-negotiable requirement of Ben's continued existence in my pack.
He pulled the heavy door open, the reinforced hinges gliding silently. He let out a tired sigh, the sheer metal exhaustion of the day's bureaucratic and magical trials finally catching up with him. He climbed into the driver's seat, sinking into the plush leather, and left the door wide open as we waited for his nephew.
I stood there for a moment, the cool air of the garage washing over my naked skin. The ambient Fae magic in my blood was still running a little hot, heavily agitated by the day's intense encounters and the sheer volume of souls I had claimed. I looked at Ben, at the way his chest rose and fell, at the exhaustion lining his eyes. He looked vulnerable. He looked like a man who needed an anchor.
Without a word, I stepped into the gap of the open door. I placed my hands on the reinforced roof of the SUV, pulling myself up and climbing directly onto his lap.
Ben let out a startled gasp, his hands instinctively coming up to grip my waist as I straddled his thighs. I positioned myself so we were face-to-face, my knees resting against the leather seat on either side of his hips. I didn't give him a chance to speak. I leaned forward, my chest pressing flush against his, and ground my ass down firmly against his groin.
A low, involuntary moan escaped my lips as the friction sent a jolt of pure pleasure shooting up my spine. The leather of the seat squeaked softly against my bare skin. The contrast between my entirely unclothed state and his formal business attire only heightened the profound sense of ownership I felt over him. Ben's breath hitched violently, his eyes widening in shock before fluttering shut as the Dawngleam tether flared to life between us. The tether acted as a massive conduit, funneling my raw, bottomless lust directly into his soul, instantly overriding his mental exhaustion and replacing it with a desperate, all-consuming need to fuck.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers into his hair, and kissed him hard. It wasn't the gentle, coercive kiss of our earlier session. It was bruising, dominant, and deeply possessive. I forced my tongue past his lips, tasting the salt of his sweat and the lingering tang of my own chi still coursing through his system. Ben surrendered instantly, his hands tightening on my waist as he kissed me back with an agonizing, frantic desperation. He thrust his hips upward, seeking friction against my nakedness, entirely lost in the intoxicating gravity of my Aura.
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Peter's POV
I stepped out of the stairwell into the cool, sterile air of the garage, adjusting the strap of my backpack over my shoulder. My head was still spinning from the sheer insanity of the afternoon. As Peter Parker, I had thought getting bitten by a radioactive spider and dating a literal God was the peak of weirdness in my life. I was wrong. Multiversal heroes from what flash who heard it from Roy told me popping out of golden pillars, literally battling a supervillain in the middle of time Square, and the terrifying realization that my Uncle Ben was now deeply entrenched in a shadow war against the government.
I navigated around a massive armored transport, scanning the expansive garage for the sleek black SUV Dennis had given Uncle Ben. I spotted it parked near the exit ramp, the driver's side door wide open.
"Hey, Uncle Ben, sorry I'm late, I got turned around near the—"
The words died in my throat. My enhanced, reflexes allowed me to freeze entirely in my tracks, my jaw dropping open as my brain completely short-circuited trying to process the scene unfolding in front of me.
Dennis was sitting directly on my uncle's lap. He was completely, entirely naked.
I could see the smooth, flawless expanse of Dennis's back, the sculpted muscles of his shoulders, and the way his legs were firmly wrapped around Uncle Ben's hips. He was grinding down against him with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made my enhanced hearing pick up the heavy, wet sounds of their frantic kissing. My uncle's hands were gripping Dennis's waist with a desperate strength I had never seen from him, his knuckles entirely white.
A wave of heavy, ozone-scented air washed over me, thick with the intoxicating, impossible allure of succubus magic. It hit my senses like a physical blow. My spider-sense didn't flare with the sharp, jagged warning of impending danger. Instead, it hummed with a low, vibrating warmth, an instinctual recognition of a supreme apex predator that my mutated biology inexplicably wanted to submit to. My body reacted instantly, a deep, primal flush of heat racing down my spine. The sheer dominance radiating from Dennis was magnetic, pulling at the frayed edges of my newly enhanced instincts.
But simultaneously, a tidal wave of profound, absolute disgust crashed into my mind.
*That is my uncle.*
*That is my Uncle Ben.*
My stomach violently twisted into a series of complicated knots. The man who had raised me, the man who taught me about responsibility and morality, was currently making out with my seventeen-year-old naked boyfriend in the front seat of his SUV. It was a catastrophic collision of everything I found terrifyingly hot and everything I found deeply, fundamentally wrong.
I took a staggering step backward, my sneakers squeaking sharply against the polished concrete floor. A part of me wanted to look away. I desperately needed to look away. But a bigger part of me that had nothing to do with the command woven into the ambient magic in the garage kept my eyes locked on the impossible tabo because that part liked what it sees.
The sound echoed loudly in the cavernous space. Dennis immediately broke the kiss. He didn't scramble off my uncle's lap or attempt to cover himself. Instead, he simply turned his head, looking over his bare shoulder at me. His intense green eyes were dark, dilated, and incredibly predatory. A slow, unapologetic smirk spread across his lips, completely unbothered by my horrified, flushed expression.
Beneath him, Uncle Ben gasped for air, his face flushed a deep crimson as he finally realized I was standing there. The pure terror that washed over my uncle's face was almost enough to break the paralyzing shock holding me hostage.
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Hey there I felt that I should warn you in advance even though I'd already put the tag up for it a while ago but the next chapter is where the incest tag comes into play and it won't be the last time either hope you like it.