Crystal Ch. 16

"Yeah," Dr. Genie sighed. "Everyone, even Dictator Jones, acknowledged me as the second-in-command, so I'm forced to take this burden."

"Don't you have any dreams that you wish to enact?" he asked.

"Who doesn't?" Dr. Genie said. "My dream is to make my own species."

"And then . . . have them take over the Earth?" he suggested.

"Seriously?" Dr. Genie rolled her eyes. "What is it about taking over the world that people don't get?"

"What's wrong with that?" the man inquired.

"First of all, world domination is stupid," Dr. Genie began. "If you actually do achieve world domination, you're going to be disappointed when it no longer makes you happy. Second, world domination means subjugating billions of unwilling people. Since they're unwilling, they'll revolt and become your enemies. Not only will you be hated and hunted, it'll be on a global scale where the only safe place is Antarctica. Finally, when you have the much power, it can easily be taken, despite how hard it was achieved. It'll be a waste to dominate the world and not enjoy it."

"And that's what would've happened to Dictator Jones?" he replied.

"Yeah, or something similar to that effect," Dr. Genie shrugged. "On the contrary, my dream is to let my species rampage out of control and cause worldwide disaster. While the world deals with them, I'll be busy making more nightmarish creatures."

"That's horrible," he shook his head. "Wait, then why is your toy in space?"

"Because of the defensive mechanisms, remember?" Dr. Genie answered. "I can't terrorize the world with my creatures if I keep getting interrupted during the production stage."

"But why send it to space?" he asked again.

"I'll let you figure that out," Dr. Genie smiled, not wanting to spoil the surprise. "Now, watch the sphere while I go speak to my underlings."

"What about my payment?" he asked before she could leave.

Dr. Genie pulled out a vial marked RRM3 from her pocket and tossed it to him. He caught it with a frightened look and gave her an unhappy look as he saw that it was halfway full.

"There's less than last time," he remarked.

"I don't have enough ingredients to make more," Dr. Genie informed. "You'll just have to deal with that."

"Then I guess you'll have to retrieve your toy when it falls in the Pacific Ocean," the man snarled. "That is, if it doesn't disintegrate while reentering the atmosphere."

"You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Taylor," Dr. Genie smiled as she took out another vial marked RRM3 . . . also halfway full.

"I know what I want and won't accept anything less than that," Mr. Taylor smirked as he received the second vial.

As Dr. Genie left the room, Mr. Taylor opened up both vials and gulped down the liquids inside. For a few minutes, his old body sat there and, as it was becoming the norm, he started thinking Dr. Genie gave him colored water. As he leaned forward to shut down her toy sphere, his body jerked back into the chair and tensed painfully.

Like before, his body twitched uncontrollably as his molecular cells multiplied inside him. His hair returned back to its dark, luscious state, his sight became sharper, his hearing was clearer, teeth were quickly regrown (painfully), his strength returned back to its peak, and every bump on his body that he despised shrunk until it was nonexistent, especially his gut.

Timothy Taylor, Sr., the former CEO of Taylor's Terrific Technologies (aka Triple T), stood up and stretched within his rejuvenated body. After checking to make sure everything was working right, he grabbed the duffel bag in a corner that held a suit for his rejuvenated size. When he finished changing clothes, he put the other clothes in the duffel bag and pushed it back in the corner.

Timothy Taylor, Sr. was now Timothy Taylor, Jr., the new CEO of Triple T.

After he was satisfied with his refreshed body, Mr. Taylor, Jr. frowned deeply. He knew Dr. Genie had all and as much of the ingredients she wanted to make the elixir he needed to stay young, but the question was what were they? She wouldn't let him follow her (he missed a dosage for trying) and any mention of the elixir was prohibited.

Plus, the elixir only lasted for three months, which meant he would have to go crawling back to her to get more. She wouldn't let him have any until three months were exactly up and she could see his old backside as proof, so while he spent part of his time making her bases and financing her criminal career, he was also looking into ingredients that carried a trait of longevity, though he was having no such luck.

As it was, until he could find a solution better than begging Dr. Genie, that was his predicament. Fortunately, it wasn't that hard to cover up. From the world's perspective, Mr. Taylor, Sr. was fighting a diabolical disease that ransacked his body, sometimes getting better but most of the time getting worse. Of course, his son was faithfully donating him his blood everything three months, so that his life could be extended and hopefully be saved from the disease. However, Mr. Taylor, Jr. could only keep the lie going for so long until actual doctors demanded to see 'Mr. Taylor, Sr.'

Thus, that was the reason why he needed as much of the elixir that he could get his hands on. Unfortunately, Dr. Genie didn't share his thoughts on such a trivial matter (as she puts it) and only cared for her own goals.

Bitch.

*****

"Before we get going, is there anyone who is faithful to Dictator Jones?" Dr. Genie asked the group of villains before her. None of them raised their hands, which cause a smile to spread on her face. "Good, cause if you were, then I was going to send you to him in a packaged box and let him put you back together."

Each of the villains knew it was wise to keep their mouths shut. Dr. Genie may have been a doctor with a hobby for mutated creatures, but she also knew enough about the human body, nature, and science in general to beat them all. From that perspective, Dr. Genie was more dangerous than Dictator Jones because while his mental power was unrivaled, he would eventually release his victim once he achieved his goal.

Dr. Genie had no care for her victims either, but her results were almost permanent, depending on what she was trying to make. Specifically speaking, Pterror, the Yeti, Bigfoot, the Silvers, and even Dot were primary examples of Dr. Genie's successful experiments. That being said, she had plenty of unsuccessful experiments, so each of the villains knew she was a threat to be reckoned with.

"Dr. Genie, have you finished?" Mr. Taylor, Jr. asked as he stepped out his room.

"Of course, I just wanted to make sure they were not wavering on their sense of loyalty," Dr. Genie stated.

"Good," Mr. Taylor, Jr. smiled, even though he knew each of the villains probably wanted to get rid of her just like he did. "Then where would you like for your next base to be?"

"The Grand Canyon," Dr. Genie replied immediately.

"Be serious, doctor," he frowned. "The Grand Canyon has thousands of tourists visiting there every year. Someone is going to see the villains, you, and my company if I put a base for you there."

"Dumbass, that's the tourist site," Dr. Genie smirked. "I want you to put us far from there, so that we won't be spotted by anyone."

"Why the Grand Canyon?" he sighed. "Why not pick a remote location like Dictator Jones did?"

"Because when Dictator Jones picked that spot, we were instantly discovered," Dr. Genie snarled. "When I picked a spot, it also had an extra elemental obstacle that required a certain heroine."

"Too bad they had that 'certain heroine' when they busted your doors down," Mr. Taylor, Jr. reminded her. She pulled out a vial and held it over the ground. Like a trap door, his mouth shut, knowing that was the only thing keeping him alive.

"Besides, the Grand Canyon is loaded with positive attributes," Dr. Genie insisted. "First, it gives Asphalt the home field advantage. Second, it'll take less resources to build the base, which means more for us to spend on more necessary things. Third, it's extremely hot and, as we just discovered, that 'certain heroine' doesn't work well under heat. And last of all, the heroes won't expect us to be in a place where so many people gather. We've always been where few people could come across the base's locations, so being in a place so close to people isn't going to cross their minds until it's too late."

Mr. Taylor, Jr. couldn't find anything to say against what Dr. Genie pointed out. Muttering about the risk of exposure, he dialed his construction crew to give them their orders.

*****

Dark Matter circled his arms and made a giant sphere surround the last giant stack of concrete chunks. Using all his might, he ground the chunks into smaller pieces as much as possible before passing the smaller chunks to the construction workers.

"Thanks Dark Matter," one of the crew members smiled. "I don't even know how long it would've taken us to just get the recycling done if you hadn't shown up to help. We really appreciate it. Also, I just want you to know that I don't believe everything the news says about you guys. I can make my own judgement about you guys and you proved them wrong."

"Thanks man," Dark Matter grinned back. "It really helps knowing that not everyone agrees with the news. Anyway, I got to run and you're still on the clock. Enjoy the rest of your day."

The construction worker picked up his phone as Dark Matter walked back to the tower. Suddenly, he remembered the plans he made earlier that day and stopped walking. It wasn't like there was a reason to go to the Heroes Tower right now, since it was late afternoon. Plus, there were other places that had been damaged by the villains, so his help could still be useful elsewhere.

But Crystal was waiting for him back at that tower.

His body immediately turned and started walking to the tower, already anticipating sweaty, sexy sex when he arrived. Unfortunately, his mind reminded him that, first of all, the people's needs came first. Second, he had to get a good present for Crystal, one that wasn't his dick with a ribbon on top.

But Crystal could be lying naked at the tower right now . . .

People, plans, and then Crystal.

As conflicted as he was with his decision, Dark Matter headed towards the state tower in the capital to go to a different city and help clean up any debris.

Crystal would understand, right?

*****

"Of course I understand," Crystal replied as she massaged Dark Matter's shoulders. "I know you're out helping people and that doesn't bother one bit. People's lives needs to be rebuilt and the least that we heroes can do to help is rebuild their community."

Dark Matter had arrived late and tired. He had just enough strength to walk himself back their room, where Crystal, wearing her pajamas, was watching the latest news on what the President was trying to accomplish. The moment she saw him, she turned the TV off and had him sit on the floor so that she could ease his tension. However, the only thing she knew how to do was a massage . . . which was just the thing Dark Matter needed.

"I really was trying to get back as fast as possible," Dark Matter groaned as Crystal rubbed the nape of his neck. "It's just that everybody needed help wherever I went. Before I knew it, I found myself helping someone build his house!"

"That's why we heroes do patrol where nobody can see us," Crystal smirked.

"How do you do patrol anyway?" Dark Matter asked bewildered.

"You don't know how to do patrol?" Crystal point blankly laughed.

"Not exactly," Dark Matter replied.

"What have you been doing then?" Crystal asked.

"I just fly high enough to where I can't make out people's faces," Dark Matter shrugged, then winced slightly. "People don't see me when I do that."

"Honestly, that's exactly what patrol is all about," Crystal replied. "Patrol is when a hero or heroine spectates the community discreetly so that we can arrive at the scene of the crime faster and so that people won't suffocate us with their requests."

"And we don't want that because?" Dark Matter inquired.

"Well, the primary reason is obviously because we have to watch out for any villainous activity," Crystal stated. "The next is because we also have to watch out for life threatening accidents like fires, which was Jasper's duty; destructive nature forces like floods, tornadoes, hurricanes, and earthquakes; or meteors."

"You guys stop meteors?" Dark Matter asked.

"Hyper does if it's not too big," Crystal answered. "The major reason is because the people out there has lives to live and we are there to protect them. That being said, we are not supposed to interfere with their daily lives unless it's to save them. We can't even do pictures with them, because other people would get jealous and we have some really intense fans out there. So, to protect everyone from any form of danger, we patrol discreetly using whatever method we've adapted to . . . unless we have to help repair battle damaged buildings."

"Good, I didn't want to overstep the boundaries or anything," Dark Matter accepted. "Sorry for being so late by the way. I didn't expect time to go by that fast."

"You have nothing to apologize for," Crystal said as she finished massaging his shoulders. "But if you want to make up for it, I know a good way you can."

Dark Matter looked at her quizzically since he was still thinking of him getting back to the Tower late. However, one look at Crystal's suggestive face and any thought of tiredness fled from his mind as he grinned like a madman. Standing up, he faced Crystal and planted smooches along her neck. A quick check on her neck let him know the hickeys he gave her were still there, although they were fading a bit.

He made it his mission to keep them visible and kissed and sucked on the hickeys while he fondled her breasts. She moaned lovingly as she arched her back for him. Taking the hint, Dark Matter unbuttoned her pajama shirt and leaned in to taste her nipples. One lick later and he had a nipple and the areola deep in his mouth.

Crystal gripped his head tightly as she felt herself dripping below. Subtly, she snaked a hand down in her panties and rubbed her clit lightly though the speed gradually increased. As she came closer and closer to her orgasm, Dark Matter began switching from one breast to another, making sure each breast got a different treatment than the other. One breast would be licked and kissed as he pinched and squeezed the other breast; when he switched, he'd suck on the second breast as he kneaded the first and rubbed her nipples.

Together, they made Crystal orgasm and she fell back on the couch, panting as if she finished an intense workout.

"That was one of the best orgasms I've ever had . . . without your cock," Crystal huffed.

"That was just the appetizer," Dark Matter grinned. "I'm about to fill you up."

With Crystal's pajama shirt already open, Dark Matter simply pulled her pajama pants down to her knees and lifted her legs up. He moved her panties to the side (he couldn't get enough of that) and slowly inserted his cock in her pussy. They both sighed in content as his cock rubbed the walls of her pussy

"You know this isn't your birthday gift, right?" Dark Matter asked as he pumped in and out of her.

"I . . . knew that," Crystal panted. "But . . . if it were, then my . . . birthday . . . would be . . . everyday."

"Yeah, imagine that," Dark Matter grunted as he increased his speed. "You'd be the youngest looking oldest person in history. And with a body worth fucking, you'd be irresistible."

"Yeah, fuck this irresistible body," Crystal moaned.

Orders received, Dark Matter started pounding her pussy hard. Crystal, of course, sang her approval as she could feel another orgasm rise within her. She gripped his cock as tightly as she could as Dark Matter realized his own orgasm was sneaking up on him. Instead of slowing down, though, he flipped her over on her knees and hammered away in her cunt. Crystal didn't quiet down for one moment as Dark Matter made sure he went balls deep as fast as possible. Simultaneously, they orgasmed together, with Crystal's pussy coating his cock with her juices and Dark Matter's cock decorating her cunt with his cum.

His fatigue crept back up on him as the adrenaline ebbed away and it wasn't long before his head drooped forward, letting Crystal know he was out. Although it was going to be tough, she picked his body up so that it could stand and dragged him to the bedroom. She took him to the bed and ceremoniously sat him down so that his head found the pill while she put his legs on the bed. Then she tucked him in and kissed him good night.

However, it was Crystal that went to sleep first as Dark Matter suddenly opened his eyes, wide awake and alert. He laid still for a while until he was sure Crystal wouldn't wake up and slid out of bed. He put on his uniform and slipped out the bedroom, then their front door. As he expected, the halls were quiet as everyone was sleeping soundly in their rooms.

Despite the stillness, however, Dark Matter activated and expanded his powers to keep track of any active personnel that may find the need to walk anywhere in the building. Quickly, he made his way to the front desk and located the room he was looking for: the Library.

He wasn't going for the books, though, he was going for the computers. Signing in to the computer, Dark Matter typed in a search to find what he was looking for. Multiple websites pulled up but there wasn't anything and he went through the painstaking search to see which one of them provided the most accurate information he was looking for. Unfortunately, after searching for an hour, Dark Matter realized none of the information given to him was going to help him in time for Crystal's birthday.

*****

"Commander Shinobay, I have a question?" Dark Matter said as he arrived a quarter of an hour ahead of the daily meeting.

"And that would be?" the Commander replied.

"How do you get things done without letting someone find out about it?" Dark Matter asked.

"And this certain someone would be . . . Crystal?" Commander Shinobay asked in confirmation.

"Yeah," Dark Matter nodded. "I'm trying to get something planned in time for her birthday, but I don't want her to know about it . . . until the right moment."

"Using basic secret skills," the Commander suggested, "if you act normal and not give her a reason to be suspicious, then you'll be okay."

"But that'll only hold for so long," Dark Matter sighed, knowing the answer would've been something like that. "She will get suspicious. All girls do."

"Then there's something out of the ordinary that she hasn't figured out yet," Commander Shinobay replied. "My suggestion is to stop whatever you're doing that will make her suspicious."

"But that would be the plan I'm working on," Dark Matter shook his head.

"So, to be clear," Commander Shinobay said with a stern face, "you didn't come to me for my opinion, you came to me to see if I could distract Crystal for a while so that you could get finish with your plans."

"No I came for advice," Dark Matter answered. "I just thought you'd know how to do it since you've been around longer. But if it has to be a distraction, then I'm all open for suggestions."

"Dark Matter, I wish I could help you, but I don't fix other people's intimate problems," Commander Shinobay said.

The Meeting Room's door opened at that moment and the heroes and heroines streamed on in, one after another as they arrived for the daily meeting. Dark Matter could already see it in Crystal's eyes that she was curious as to what he and Commander Shinobay was talking about and he suddenly felt nervous under her inquisitive gaze.

"Crystal, Hyper, you two will be coming with me today," Commander Shinobay instructed, beginning the meeting. "President Rollington wants to have a discussion with Dictator Jones and he wants me there. So, to be on the safe side, I want you two there to guard the outside perimeter since I know how you two fight and consider you ladies to be one of the best duos I know."