Luthor, clad in the black,form-fitting connector suit that allowed him to control his bulky battle armor (currently stored in the dumpster he woke up in),watched as Doom got a blowjob from the cyclist.
He carefully considered what he knew of this armored man. He called himself Doom, was obviously a man of science if the battlesuit was any indication, acted like a warlord,and wasn't afraid to kill. He didn't know him, so obviously he was from this other world their captor mentioned in the note. He was also obviously very powerful.
Luthor stroked his chin. He'd worked with megalomaniacs before, he could work around Doom's ego if need be. The question is, would he be reasonable...
And then he noticed Doom's eyes were glowing, as were the woman's.
Luthor considered the red-headed cyclist's actions again. She had cowered before Doom, while the others had simply let out a token scream and run away. (To his amusement, one of them had even run off of a nearby cliff.) Considering the memory of her reaction again, Luthor realized that in her eyes had been recognition.
“So she knew Doom, although Doom didn't know her...” he said, mainly to himself. “Probably one of the 'prominent civilians' the note mentioned... And the glow must mean his getting a boost from her, which means she's NOT one of the NPCs.” He remembered from the note that NPCs didn't give boosts.
He waited until Doom had finished,cumming into the woman's mouth with a grunt, the glow from their eyes fading. Shivering, she swallowed his seed, groaning in lust as she did. Luthor then smiled,walking over to them as Doom shoved her away and closed his armor. The woman scuttled away, trying not to be noticed and wanting to get to her bike.
“Well done!” he said, applauding. “Twenty minutes into our new hopefully temporary home, and you've already gotten a boost!”
Doom whirled, his fists glowing. “Who dares... wait, what do you mean?” Doom said, scowling beneath his mask.
Luthor turned to the woman. “Go on,introduce yourself to the man,” he said, smirking malevolently at her.
She gulped nervously, turning to Doom,who looked like he was expecting an answer. “M-Marlo...” she said, shivering. “Marlo Chandler Jones...”
Doom's eyes narrowed for a minute, and then widened as he remembered her. “Ah, wait... By any chance, are you connected to Rick Jones?”
She nodded. “H-He's my husband...”
Luthor frowned. “Who's Rick Jones?”
“An imbecilic superhero groupie who in recent times become a gamma radiation-powered nuisance called the A-Bomb,” Doom said, almost snarling. “As if the Hulk is not enough of a pain...”
Luthor nodded. “Interesting... I've done some experiments with gamma radiation, although nothing's ever come of it...” he said.
Doom gave Luthor an appraising look. “I assume you are from the other world mentioned in the note?”
Luthor nodded. “Indeed,” he said,offering his hand. “Lex Luthor, CEO, owner, and founder of LexCorp Industries, sometimes leader of the Secret Society of Supervillains and Injustice League.”
Doom nodded, accepting his handshake. “Lord Victor Von Doom, called Doctor Doom by the masses. Ruler of Latveria and previously ruler of the world.”
Luthor frowned. “Previously?”
“I got bored and let the heroes win,” Doom admitted.
Luthor snickered. “Understandable,”he said. “I gave up on that particular plot a while back.”
Marlo, meanwhile, was discreetly moving towards her bicycle. Not really hers, she had taken it froman NPC and went exploring, only to find that the only other two offworlders here were two supervillains...
Doom looked at his hands. “Since she is from my world, then I have a new power...” he said softly. He had his armor analyze his body. “Bah. Merely an overall increase in strength and vitality.”
“Still, the fact remains that you've confirmed that the boosts we get from sex are real,” Luthor said.
“True,” Doom said, looking thoughtful.
Marlo, still moving towards her bike,could feel that she had gotten slightly stronger from giving Doom a blowjob. She felt her womanhood tingle at the memory of his cock inher mouth, but she quickly shook it off. The pain punishment hadn't started yet, so she was silently glad she wasn't feeling compelled togo back to them. She knew, though, that even with the boost she stood no chance against both of them. She had to get out of there...
“I propose an alliance, Lord Doom,”Luthor said. “We gather allies amongst the villains that have been drawn here, and work out a system of taking advantage of the powers we get from the various superheroines and supervillainesses on this world to expand our powerbase.”
Doom's eyes narrowed. “Doom is not one to share power...” he growled.
Luthor smiled. He'd made harder sells before. “Then you can be in overall charge, with myself as your adviser. I don't mind playing second fiddle with the one in charge is obviously competent.”
Doom actually chuckled. “My my, you are truly a businessman,” he said. “Very well. Doom agrees that an alliance to increase our personal powerbase and either escape or rule this tiny world. Agreed?”
Luthor smiled. “Agreed,” he said. “An excellent proposal.”
“You strike me, though, as one who would drive a knife into my back should you become dissatisfied,”Doom said cautiously.
“Might as well be honest,” Luthor said, nodding. “Yes. I tend to remove people above me if they prove to be... problematic. As do you, I'm betting.”
Doom chuckled. “A true kindred spirit,” he said, offering his hand again.
Luthor shook it, smirking. “A rare thing to meet,” he said, pleased.
Marlo, almost at her bike, was horrified by this sudden revelation. Doom and this Luthor character,teaming up? She needed to get out of there...