Ascension Code: Reborn in the DC Universe - Chapter 0133

Hey everyone,

This chapter is a bit of an experiment. It contains mature (18+) content, and I’m using it mainly to see whether you all actually enjoy this kind of chapter. A lot of readers have asked me to include content like this, so I’ll be posting a few chapters in this style—not only because of those requests, but also to practice and improve the way I write these scenes.

There will always be a clear warning beforehand, of course. If you’re not comfortable reading this kind of content, feel free to skip the chapter. While I do consider it relevant to the story, it isn’t essential to understanding the main plot.

Thank you all so much for following my work and for all the support you’ve given me. I truly appreciate every one of you.

Chapter 133

Erick sat in his swivel chair at the heart of his private office inside the mansion. Holographic screens floated around him like personal constellations, displaying genetic formulas, power ritual diagrams, threat maps across Gotham, and classified team reports. Months had passed since he woke from the coma. Months of obsessive, almost uninterrupted work. He had thrown himself body and soul into every project — serums, morphological enhancements, defense strategies, subtle alliances — because he knew better than anyone how dangerous this universe truly was.

In his previous life, he had been just an ordinary man in the United States, son of Brazilian indigenous parents who carried pride and resilience in their blood. Here, reincarnated as a baby in this body, he had learned early that weakness was a death sentence. Villains, gods, cosmic crises… everything could end in an instant. His greatest goal had never changed: power. Enough power to protect himself, Artemis, the harem he was carefully building, and anyone he decided to call family.

Still, guilt squeezed his chest like an invisible claw. Artemis. His girlfriend. The woman who fought beside him, who faced calamities and missions that seemed to multiply every week. He barely saw her. Barely touched her. Barely reminded her that, despite all the chaos, she was the gravitational center of his life.

While sinking deeper into reflection, the office door opened with an almost silent click. Footsteps. Light, agile, unmistakable. Erick recognized them before even turning the chair — powered by his own neural control. When he spun around, there she was.

Artemis.

Still the most stunning woman he had ever seen, in this life or the last. Her hair falling in waves that begged to be grabbed, her eyes shining with intelligence and fatigue, her athletic yet curvaceous body that the casual dress couldn’t hide. She was grace and strength in one person. And, by some miracle of fate, she was his.

Erick stood up. Two long strides and his large hands wrapped around her waist with possessive gentleness. He pulled her against his broad chest, tilting his head to capture her lips in a deep kiss filled with accumulated longing. The taste of her was familiar, sweet, comforting. His tongue explored her mouth with controlled hunger, and she responded with the same intensity, her hands rising to hold his face.

When they parted, just enough to breathe, Erick pressed his forehead to hers.

“How are you?” he asked, voice rough with contained emotion. “I’m sorry for… for disappearing these past days. I—”

Artemis placed her palms on his chest, feeling his heart beating strongly beneath the shirt. Her blue eyes met his, full of understanding.

“I’m fine… better now that I’m here. I know we haven’t seen each other these days. But I understand, Erick. We chose this life together. We know the price it demands. The missions, the calamities… it’s not easy for any of us. I’ve been busy too. I don’t blame you.”

He smiled, relieved yet still a little guilty. His hands tightened lightly on her waist.

“Why don’t we go out tonight? Our last ‘date’ put me in a coma for a month. How about we take advantage of this moment of relative peace? Just the two of us. No reports. No projects. No world ending for a few hours.”

The smile that spread across Artemis’s face lit up the entire office. She rose on tiptoes and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“I’d love that.”

….

Hours later, the luxurious restaurant atop one of Gotham’s tallest skyscrapers offered a view that felt like something out of a dream. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls revealed the horizon of the city that never slept: neon lights blinking like scattered jewels, the dark river reflecting skyscrapers, the distant hum of traffic transformed into a low, distant song.

The table was private, lit by low candles. Erick wore a perfectly tailored black suit that draped like a second skin over his 6’3″ body — broad shoulders, defined waist, a presence that turned heads even when he didn’t want it to. His hair was elegantly styled, jaw shadowed by a light stubble. Across from him, Artemis was a vision that stole the air from his lungs.

The expensive dress — a gift from him — hugged every curve with provocative elegance: a subtle neckline revealing the valley between her breasts, a cinched waist, hips the fabric couldn’t hide. Fine jewelry on her wrist and neck — diamonds and platinum worth a small fortune — sparkled against her skin every time she moved. She looked radiant.

They were at dessert. A Belgian chocolate mousse with raspberry coulis. Glasses of full-bodied red wine. Erick watched her over the rim of his glass, eyes dark with desire and admiration.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Absolutely stunning. More than all of Gotham’s lights out there.”

Artemis blushed lightly, but her smile was pure challenge and pleasure.

“I know. But I never get tired of hearing you say it.”

He extended his hand across the table, intertwining his long, strong fingers with hers. His thumb traced slow circles on the back of her hand.

“I wish I had more time to enjoy moments like this with you. Without interruptions. Without imminent crises. Just… us.”

“Nothing is ever simple in this world,” she replied, her tone soft but realistic. Their eyes met, deep, loaded with silent promises. “But one day, Erick… one day all of this will be worth it. I believe that. I’ve believed it from the beginning.”

He squeezed her hand, his heart tightening with something warm and dangerous. Love. Protection. The desire to build something lasting in this crazy universe.

The conversation flowed into more practical topics, but always with that layer of intimacy only they shared.

“How’s the development of the chimpanzees going?” Artemis asked, leaning in slightly, genuinely interested. “With the serum the doctor is refining.”

Erick smiled, proud but without arrogance.

“In a few months, after full application, I believe they’ll be ready for the activities we’ve planned. The doctor adjusted the formula to significantly accelerate the bodily maturation process. Yes, chimpanzees take time to reach maturity… but with the genetic modifications and the serum, we’ve drastically shortened that. And once they reach physical and mental peak, we’ll apply the anti-aging serum. They’ll maintain their form, strength, and enhanced capabilities for much longer, without the normal side effects of accelerated aging. They’ll be… loyal allies. Tools. A force no one expects.”

Artemis’s eyes widened, genuinely impressed.

“You’re a genius, Erick. Really. Impressive. What do you plan to do with them? A private army?”

“Something like that. Mansion security and other strategic points. Testing for larger serums. Maybe even a rapid-response force in extreme situations. It’s all part of the bigger plan: to become stronger. More prepared. To protect what matters.”

She nodded, understanding perfectly.

“And the missions? I know you haven’t been able to join us, but if we need you…”

“I know. And I appreciate you not pressuring me. I’m following all the reports the team sends. The number of incidents has exploded exponentially in the last few weeks. It’s not normal. Something strange is moving behind the scenes — maybe a new threat, or multiple crises aligning. Lots of dead ends in the investigations. But I’m on it. Let’s leave it for another time, okay? Tonight is our night.”

He shifted tone, lighter, more affectionate.

“Have you chosen which element or power you want for the ritual? It’s completely ready. I refined it personally. Safe. Powerful. Adapted to your archer and fighter style.”

Artemis bit her lower lip, thoughtful.

“Not yet. It’s hard to choose. There are so many possibilities… I want something that complements my arrows, my agility, my fighting style. Something that makes me feel… complete. That helps me protect the people I love. Like you do for me.”

“You’ll find a way,” he said, voice firm and reassuring. “And know that you have all the time in the world. No rush. The ritual can wait until you’re one hundred percent certain. I’ll be here to adjust it at the exact moment.”

She smiled, her heart warmed by his patience.

Then Erick leaned in, voice dropping to something more intimate and hopeful.

“And about your mother’s cure… we’re one step away. The doctor has completely isolated her condition. Identified the genetic markers, the cellular anomalies, everything. We’ll have the definitive solution in a few months at most. A treatment that won’t just stabilize her, but reverse the damage. She’s going to be fine, Artemis. I promise.”

Tears shimmered in her eyes. Not from sadness, but from deep gratitude. Artemis squeezed his hand tightly, knuckles turning white.

“Erick… you have no idea what this means to me. Until now, you’ve never disappointed me. Never. I trust you completely. Thank you… for being my safe harbor in all this chaos.”

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle, one by one, eyes locked on hers.

“Always. You and yours are mine now.”

The rest of the night flowed with low laughter, subtle touches under the table, and glances that promised much more when they got home. Gotham spun outside, dangerous and bright, but for a few hours the world shrank to that table, that woman, and the man who would do anything to keep her safe.

….

SMUT

Back at the mansion, in the master bedroom — spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows revealing the sleeping city, black silk sheets, warm low lighting — Erick lay on the enormous king-size bed. Shirtless. Only tight black boxer briefs that barely contained his imposing form. His 6’3″ body was a sculpture of muscles defined by relentless training and enhancements: broad chest, marked abs, strong arms, fine scars that told stories of battles won. He had permanently chosen this height and build — a silent declaration of power and presence.

He waited for her, heart beating faster in anticipation.

The bathroom door opened.

Artemis stepped out wearing only extremely revealing black lace lingerie. The sheer lace bra barely contained her firm breasts; her rosy nipples were visible through the transparent fabric, hardened with anticipation. The panties were a minimal lace thong, the fabric riding up the curves of her hips and disappearing between her perfect ass cheeks. It hid nothing — revealed everything with elegance and excitement. She looked like a goddess of desire and war at once.

Erick sat up on the bed, eyes darkening with pure lust.

“Ulala… you really like outdoing yourself, don’t you? You look… divine. A sight that makes me forget every project in the world.”

Artemis smiled, a mischievous and affectionate smile, approaching with the feline grace that always disarmed him.

“Come on, tiger. Why don’t we play? I’ve missed you… every night. I want you. I want to feel you filling me. Now.”

She leaped onto the bed with superhuman agility. Erick caught her in the air with ease, as if she weighed nothing — his superhuman strength allowing him to handle her with zero effort. His large hands gripped her thighs and back, pulling her up against his chest until their faces aligned.

The kisses were intense from the first second. Tongues dueling, exploring, tasting the longing. Muffled moans. His hands slid down her back, squeezed her firm ass through the thin lace, then rose to unhook the bra. Her breasts spilled free and he immediately grabbed them — massaging, thumbs brushing the sensitive nipples. Artemis arched her back, offering more, moaning into his mouth.

He broke the kiss to trail down her neck, kissing, licking, sucking the sensitive skin until he left light marks of possession. Lower still: the valley between her breasts, sucking one nipple hard while pinching the other. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling, guiding.

Lower: smooth belly, kiss on warm skin, down to her navel. Then he laid her back with firm gentleness, spreading her legs. The panties were removed with his teeth, slowly, teasingly. The view revealed — pink, swollen, glistening with excitement — made him growl low in approval.

He kissed her inner lips, licked slowly from bottom to her swollen clit, savoring her unique, addictive taste.

“Delicious…” he murmured against her.

Then came the trick.

Erick smiled against her skin, a mischievous grin she knew well. Using his morphological control power — the ability he had secretly perfected, allowing him to reshape parts of his own body with surgical and energetic precision — he focused on his tongue. It grew, thickened, became longer, more flexible, coated with an energy that made it incredibly sensitive and controllable.

He lifted his face just enough to maintain eye contact with her. His blue eyes locked on hers, filled with love and wicked intent.

“Trust me…”

His now-transformed tongue — thick as two fingers together, long and flexible — slowly penetrated into Artemis’s hot, tight pussy.

“Oh… my… God…” she gasped, eyes widening, back arching violently off the mattress. His tongue moved inside her like a living entity: twisting, pressing against the inner walls, curving with surgical precision to massage her G-spot, vibrating at a low frequency with controlled energy while his lips sealed around her clit, sucking rhythmically.

Artemis lost control in seconds. Her hands gripped the silk sheets, then his hair tightly. Her legs trembled violently around his head. Her face flushed deep red, eyes rolling back, mouth open in high, broken moans.

“This… this is cheating! It’s not fair… ahh! Erick, I… I’m gonna…!”

The orgasm hit her like lightning. Her entire body convulsed. Hips lifting off the bed. Pussy contracting in rhythmic spasms around the thick tongue. Hot jets of squirt soaked his chin and chest. She screamed his name, nails lightly scratching his scalp. He didn’t stop — prolonged it, guided her through successive waves of pleasure until she was panting, body limp, sweating, trembling with aftershocks.

He withdrew his tongue, returning it to normal size, licking his lips with a satisfied, arrogant smile.

“See? That was just the warm-up.”

Artemis, still trembling, looked at him with a mixture of love, shock, and wild excitement. Face red, hair messy and stuck to her sweaty forehead, eyes shining.

“You… you brilliant bastard… I’m going to get revenge for this. Somehow.”

Erick laughed, the sound deep and sexy vibrating in his chest.

“Ah, baby… I’m going to show you what’s really not fair.”

He rose to his knees on the bed and removed his boxers with a slow movement. Artemis held her breath.

Thanks to his morphological power, he had reshaped his groin. Now two erect cocks rose — each an impressive 12 inches long, thick as wrists, veins pulsing, heads wide and glistening with precum. One slightly above the other in a configuration he completely controlled. He could feel through both, could move them independently if he wanted. Perfect. Real. His.

“How… how did you do that?” she whispered, voice hoarse with desire, not fear. Her eyes were wide, but excitement was obvious: her still-sensitive pussy visibly pulsed, releasing more wetness.

“Morphological control at the deepest level,” he explained, voice rough. “I wanted to give you a unique experience… something only I can provide. Double the pleasure. Double the fullness. But only if you want it. We can stop now if it’s too much.”

Artemis bit her lower lip, gaze traveling from the two thick cocks up to his face — full of love, absolute trust, and a spark of wicked adventure.

“I… want to try. It seems… intense. But I trust you completely, Erick. Just… go slow at first. And hold me after, because I really think I won’t survive this whole night.”

He smiled, wild but tender, leaning in to kiss her deeply, slowly, pouring all the love and desire he felt.

“I promise to take care of you. Always.”

He laid her back again, positioning himself between her open legs. First he aligned the main cock at her wet, swollen entrance, pushing slowly, inch by inch. Artemis gasped, hands flying to his shoulders, nails digging into skin.

“Ahh… so thick… stretching me so much…”

He stopped when he was fully buried, giving her time to adjust to the impressive size. Then, more carefully, the second cock positioned beside it. With a controlled pulse of morphological energy, he made her body accommodate perfectly — no pain, only an extreme sense of fullness, inner walls massaged from all sides at once.

Both cocks entered.

They filled her completely.

Side by side, stretching her beyond what she thought possible, but in a deliciously perfect way. The sensation was of being invaded, filled, pressed against every sensitive point at the same time: G-spot, cervix, side walls, entrance.

“Erick… I… I feel you… everywhere at once…” she moaned, eyes closed, head thrown back against the pillow. “You’re filling me so much… I can’t… think straight…”

He began to move.

Slow at first. Pulling out almost completely, then pushing back in. Both thick cocks sliding together, creating a double friction that drove her insane. The sounds were obscene: the wet squelching of her soaked pussy being fucked by two thick cocks, her high broken moans, his low grunts of satisfaction.

Artemis clung to him as if she would drown. Legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Arms around his neck. Nails raking his back. Entire body trembling. Every thrust hit multiple spots at once. She panted, lost her breath, voice failing in incoherent moans.

“More… harder… ahh! Erick, I’m gonna cum again… I…!”

The second orgasm hit her harder than the first. Her entire body locked up. Inner walls contracting violently around both cocks, squeezing them, milking them. Jets of squirt soaked his abdomen and chest, drenching the sheets. She screamed, nails digging deep into his back, face contorted in pure ecstasy, tears of pleasure streaming from the corners of her closed eyes.

Erick didn’t stop.

He kept thrusting through her climax, prolonging it, varying the angle, sometimes moving one cock faster than the other to create chaotic and delicious sensations. Sweat glistened on his body. Muscles in his back and arms flexing with controlled effort.

“That’s it, my love… cum for me. Let me feel you squeezing around me. You’re so fucking good… so perfect… taking both of them so well. Squeeze me harder…”

She could barely form words, lost in pleasure.

“I… I think I’m going to die… it’s too much… so good… don’t stop… Erick…!”

He smiled, sweating, eyes locked on her pleasure-contorted face.

“The night is just beginning, Artemis. Hold on tight… because I still have a lot of energy to give you.”

He continued, bringing her to another climax, and another, until she was completely wrecked with pleasure — body limp, panting, whispering incoherently, but with a silly satisfied smile on her face, eyes half-lidded looking at him with absolute adoration.

“I love you… you brilliant bastard…” she murmured, voice hoarse and broken.

Erick slowed his pace, still buried deep inside her with both cocks, leaning in to kiss her swollen lips, the sweat on her forehead, the tears of pleasure. His large hands caressed her back, her messy hair, with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity moments before.

“And I love you. More than anything. This… you… is why I work so hard. To have moments like this. To make sure we have many more. To protect everything we’re building.”

He held her, turning them carefully onto their sides, still connected, still filling her. His large hands traced slow patterns on her back. Soft kisses on her forehead, temples, swollen lips. Sweet and dirty whispers mixed together as she recovered in the aftershocks, her body still occasionally trembling around him.

Artemis floated in a haze of absolute pleasure, body heavy and light at the same time, heart full of love and body marked by the man she had chosen — the man who was building an empire of power in this dangerous universe just to keep them safe.

Her last coherent thoughts before surrendering completely to exhaustion and satisfaction were simple:

I think I’m going to die… from too much pleasure. And there’s no better place for it than here… in his arms.

Erick held her against his chest, still inside her, still hard, still ready to continue when she recovered her strength. His smile was satisfied, protective, possessive.

The night had barely begun.

And he intended to make every second count.