Perfect Order

"Mark?" Power Girl questioned while I stood on her roof with one arm outstretched and the other held aloft pinching the sun.

"...." I responded as my mind ran through the math one last time before my pinching arm moved for the first time in hours since my post nut clarity sent me on this vision quest.

The arm moved to mirror the other as all things came into balance and I T-posed while staring at the sun knowing that what I made was truly good as across universal divides the Machine and the Energy finished similar posing and calculation, three parts of the whole confirming the creation of our perfect order.

"Mark?" Power Girl asked again, voice full of concern.

"...." I answered once more, my mind elevated by perfection to transcendental planes of thought.

"It is finished." I declared as enlightenment descended from me upon the Klyntar Hive Mind, and the final holistic doctrine of Grayson Fundamentalism entered the Omniverse.

"What the fuck just happened?" Kara interrogated me as I came back down from on high mentally, "You've been standing there for hours, barely moving your fingers, then everything is finished with a T-Pose? What the hell?"

"While I was in your pussy inspiration struck. Like a light shining in the darkness." I told her and nodded my head while letting out a deep breath.

"Neat." Kara deadpanned, "The kids disappeared. Where are they?"

"On a trip to my home." I smiled with my most reassuring smile.

"Are they safe there?" she asked with her hands on her hips.

"Hell of a lot safer than they are here." I nodded, "I control everything in that universe, and have warded it from outside interference all the way up to the death of the associated multiverse. And I just figured out how to establish perfect order. Oh… shit…" I sighed as I sat down on the edge of the roof and dangled my legs off the side, "What the hell am I supposed to do now?"

Power Girl sat next to me and looked at my profile while my eyes pierced the veil of the universe.

"I really doubt you T-Posing is going to create a perfect universe." Power Girl doubted aloud.

"I'm not even the first guy to achieve it like that." I said as my resolve wavered for the first time in millennia.

"Well, what do you do when you aren't trying to 'establish perfect order'?" she questioned as I felt her slip her hand into mine.

"Fuck women. Occasionally kick some ass, but both of those are also things I do to further establish order." I came to an awful realization, "Kara… I think I'm a flat character. Everything I've ever done has been in the context of realizing my ultimate goal. Now that it's over, I don't know what to do."

"Okay…" Kara frowned, "You were supposed to be a superhero at one point, right?" I just shrugged so she continued, "How about giving that a try, for real this time, not as a front for whatever schemes of conquest you have going on."

"Like… care about people at the micro level?" I mused as my free hand traced my chin, "Hmmm… I don't think I even remember how to do things like that anymore."

"I don't really either." Kara admitted, "How about we do a patrol around Metropolis to knock the rust off together?"

After a slow exaggerated breath, I nodded in agreement.

"Let's go be big goddamn heroes." I chuckled, "Oh Lord, what has become of me?"

"Hey, what's the worst that could happen?" Kara smirked and I smiled back at her.

"I see what you did there, and I appreciate it." I told her as we stood and took off for a fly around the city.

"Hmmmm… turning down the super vision and hearing to Kryptonian levels." I muttered, "You think it would be more fun if I dipped lower or would that just be stupid with you here?"

"Turning the senses down any lower would be negligent." She answered, "Just make sure to hold the strength back."

A pair of red mandala's formed over my hand, producing glowing bands that floated over my limbs before fastening down against my suit.

"There. Now I can't hit anyone harder than they can take." I grinned, "Sweet lovely magic. Probably feels a hell of a lot better than just holding back like you do. Just the thought of all that precision self control is making my balls clench."

"The self control is pretty much subconscious after a little bit." Kara said as we both saw a bunch of lead lined shipping crates down at the waterfront being directed by a big purple android and an obvious Kara clone with jet black hair.

"Of course she'd be here." Kara muttered as we pulled in to halt this villainous operation.

"The clone angle, how comics cliché." I grinned before grasping a jutting protrusion below my hips, "It is not yet our time, bonner-kun." I told the tent in my long kilt, but he had not gone down by the time we landed.

"Seriously?" Power Girl demanded as I stood there with the flag pole fully raised.

"When we met, this erection was all you really knew about me." I responded as the purple android looked at me with pure hate in its glowing red eyes while the Kara clone smirked at her OG counterpart.

"The worst part of this robut body… is I haf no frank and beans." the purple android growled in a thick Russian accent, "You… you are making me very very angry."

"Neat." I told the ten foot tall 'robut' then looked at the clone of Kara and stared her down.

"Enough of dis!" shouted the 'robut', "You will not interfere with bizness."

"Looks like your boyfriend has it bad for me." the Kara clone slapped her black leather clad ass, causing her massive bra clad tits to jiggle with it in glorious harmony.

"Alright, you are definitely taking big and purple." Kara ordered as she crashed into her clone and started a cat fight I wasn't going to miss.

"Listen… purple dude." I put my hands on my hips and gave the man a cursory glance before fixing my gaze on the grappling Kryptonians, "There is no way I am missing the eventual wardrobe malfunctions that are in bound. So just get on your knees and put your hands on your head or I will have to deal with you in a way you aren't going to like."

"No dice." the android growled and without turning my head I opened a portal under his feat that lead into the air above and placed another portal below that linked back into the air so he was stuck in endless free fall while the All-Black fused the wheels on all the trucks with lead lined trailers and bound all the suspects.

This freed me up to watch the big tiddie beef between Kara and her clone.

I've seen better fights between women for sure, but those chicks never got my cock up like these too.

And there went the clones ridiculous bra only top unleashed her massive mammaries.

"Yes!" I shouted with my fists in the air.

"If you're already done…" Kara growled are they continued fighting, "Come help."

"I thought I was supposed to be trying the whole super hero thing." I indicated to my erection, "This feels like it would constitute sexual harassment."

"Only on the unwilling." the clone smirked before Kara slugged her.

"Kara!" I shouted, "Maybe we should try using words. I think I have what it takes to convince her to give up the life of villainy."

"Really, Mark?" Kara yelled as she blocked a flurry of punches from her clone, "Wanting to fuck the hot villainess! Weren't you just saying something about comic cliches?"

"I believe I said something along the lines of how important they are to storytelling." I delivered with every ounce of sincerity I could muster, "What makes a cliché bad?" I continued, "It's that we loved them too much. We latched on and sucked the life right out of them. And while people may spit on the desiccated corpse… that was once something we loved. It wasn't tainted, just played out too much too often. Broken under the weight of its own greatness."

"Are you going to get to some kind of point?" Kara gritted her teeth as the pair clipped each other in a mean exchange.

"I want to fuck you both, and I want to do it bad." I told them with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Just get over here and pound her!" Kara yelled as her clone parried a punch and clocked her.

"Phrasing." The clone and I said at the same time.

Rather than delay any longer I closed in and walked through the clone's punches as even if I magically limited my strength to match hers, my durability is still far beyond what she could hope to damage. I grabbed her around the waist and squeezed.

"Bad girl." I deadpanned as she tried to free herself with hammer fists.

"Finally." Kara wheezed as she brushed some dust off her shoulder, "Not getting away this time, Divine."

"About the sex…" the captured Kryptonian trailed off.

Using my terrifying powers I morphed my face into the most emotionally manipulative puppy dog eyes I could manage. Obviously it was super effective from the stunned look on Kara's face.

"Promise me you will never do… whatever that is…" she indicated to the general region of my face, "again, and I'll consider it."

"I'll take that as a yes." my face returned to normal as I tossed both of them over my shoulders.

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This chapter is another fuck you to all the wimps that complain about sexually driven MC's. Because of pussy Mark created perpetual peace and prosperity across an entire universe. Finding Goldmask in my most recent Elden Ring playthrough was the best thing that could have happened to this story. That dude is based as fuck. Never says a word in the whole game, just does some T-Posing, and somehow outthinks the gods and creates a system of perfect order, then dies while T-Posing and maintains that shit in death.

Encountering the ever-brilliant Goldmask reminded me of what makes my writing so good, so I stopped this will he won't he bullshit with Mark and his goal and had him T-Pose his way to perfect order while inspired by pussy. I don't think there is much more that encapsulates my writing more than this other than the start of Ultimate Krogan.

Speaking of I took some time to reread some of that story now that almost two years have passed and that shit was the best I've read in recent memory. Seriously. It actually made me kinda sad because I keep trying to find stories that are like what I write, but I can't find any. I'm the only guy writing these.

I hope I'm wrong about that, so send me the deets on any stories out there that come to mind.

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