Sluts of the Multiverse (Mellow Yellow x Myself)

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Sluts of the Multiverse​




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Content: Oral, BBC, Snowballing, cumplay, creampie, debauchery, forced bisexuality, bimboification, harem, anal, dirty talking, fandom, fantasy, rule 63, futanari, girl-on-girl, begging, sexy slutty clothing, roleplaying, degradation, humiliation, domination & submission, multiverses.
 
T'challa the regent king of Wakanda had been entrusted to watch over an artifact of omnipotent potential, the infinity gauntlet it was called. He was more than aware of its abilities having witnessed the mad titan's grab for cosmic control. To an ordinary man, to have such a thing in his possesion would have been nigh impossible without succumbing to its seductive thrall, power lends to the corrupt, and absolute power corrupted absolutely. Still, a part of him wanted to test this hypothesis. T'challa was anything but ordinary, but even he was not immune from temptation. He was prone to occasional weaknesses, like any other man. He tried it on, on a whim to see...and he found that the gauntlet hadn't changed his mentality...but it lead to a sort of awakening of the consciousness. In his first hour, he went about exploring the outer reaches of the universe in search of finding a common string among the various parallel universes, less than a day had passed coming into posession of the infinity gauntlet and he had already been corrupted by its power.

He had found his answer...or so he thought. His first target was none other than Natasha Romanov, an agent of s.h.i.e.l.d and fellow avenger. It was around 3 or so in the late hour, when he would make his unannounced visitation to her quarters aboard the shield hellicarrier. T'challa observed the sleeping beauty -- midsleep in a chair poisitioned across from her bed. He was certain that she would stir from her rest any minute now. He needed to see her, interact with her. A part of him wanted to resist his true motives for turning up there of all places. He sat there with a sort of distressed look etched on his features "Natasha?...I didn't mean to wake you from this hour but I need you right now...Help me, won't you?-" He was certain she was intelligent enough to put the pieces together, with the infinity gauntlet fixed to his hand, showing up in her bed room of all places and his anxious state.
 
Natasha, being a former KGB woman, had been trained quite vigorously so that she could awake at a moment's notice. Thus when she heard a voice beckon to her the redhead sprung up into a sitting position, one hand under the pillow to grip the old luger she kept there... and then the Russian assassin relaxed when she realised who was in the room with her. "You have a great sense of timing, you know that?" she said with her usual brand of dry sarcasm.

Her vision adjusted better to the darkness of her personal quarters, and as this happened she could make out more details of her late night visitor- namely that he was carrying one of the most feared and potentially lethal weapons in all of creation on his hand. "T'challa," she said, her D-cup breasts bouncing in her tank top as she sat up further. "Why in god's name are you carrying that thing on your hand...?"
 
Of course Natasha would be sleeping in little more than a tight-fitting lowcut top and the kind of panties that hugged close to her ass, more than accentuating her already enticing form, he could make out the swollen outline of her nipples. Perhaps intuitively her body prepared itself for what to come. He rose from his seat now, clearly aroused by the look of his impressive 10" contour . There was no way she couldn't see it, even in the dark. A light by her bed dimmed seemingly on its own. He stood directly inches from her.

"I suppose deep down I always wanted fuck you but you were always Steve's girl. Out of respect I didn't make my move..." A black lace-like glove extended forth stroking Natasha's cheek and lower neckline. What came next would send her up the wall if she weren't there already.

"If I shoot my load inside you, you'll be forever mine" His thick velvet-like voice boomed. His hands digging at the corners of his jawline , tossing aside his panther mask so that she could see him completely.
 
Sure enough she saw that bulge on display, a small gulp rolling down her throat as the normally seasoned warrior felt something vaguely reminiscent of worry. It was true that the agent had been around the block a few times, and no dount she had taken some big ones down south, but none ever quite so big as that. Her womanhood grew hotter, wetter, and the stroking of her jaw made her heartbeat quicken even further.

"That's... what you've come out here for?" she asked with some surprise clear in her voice. The redhead unconsciously licked her lips and then looked at the prominent bulge. "I... I don't know... that does sound... risky..." Fighting him normally would be dangerous, even with her skill, but with that gauntlet on then there was little she could conceivably do to outright fight him off.
 
"It's big, isn't it? Almost too big to fit inside a lily flower such as yours. I'm sure you've had many lovers before but none like me. To borrow a saying, It's almost like a black panther tupping a white bitch in heat. An erotic if not racist imagery if there ever were. Aren't you excited to suck my cock now? " He could see the outward interest on her expression as her eyes lit up with intrigue at the thought of doing something risky, being forced to suck him off like a cheap whore because he told her to and she was too weak to do anything about it, she progressively grew to embrace the idea. Taking her hand now, he held her hand along the front of his pants, tracing the generous bulge ."Go ahead and search for it. Show me what kind of pro you are." He reached around giving her ass a solid smack.
 
Natasha felt apprehension steadily melt away to be replaced with curiosity and desire, gulping again when she felt the heat and thickness responding to her touches. Curious, to say the least, she gripped the hem of his pants and pulled them down until the ebony length spring erect and earned a sharp gasp from the otherwise seasoned assassin. "Oh..." she said, ruby lips forming into a surprised 'o'-shape.

"That thing looks big enough to hit the back of my fucking womb," she murmured in awe. And indeed it was, and that was another prospect that served to get her wet. She felt her breath hitch for a moment and she promptly stroked along the veiny shaft with her skilled hand, trying to grip and rub as much at a time as she could.
 
The look on her face was like a girl on the cusp of christmas morning delight. "Don't be afraid to say hi, he's shy but fond of you " Teasing the bulbous tip along her soft pale cheek, the contrast couldn't have been any more stark. There was something mildly awe-inspiring about the erotic visual. He could sense that Natasha felt this way as well by her prolonged gasps and her curious stares and soft moans, then her lips formed an "o" then she said it outright. The look on her face suggested enough about her thoughts. "Ever seen interracial porno before? We'll just have to make it fit" Using her face as a ruler, he pressed his cock along the length of her bottom chin to the very top of her head, he was nearly the size of her entire face. With his hand, he reached down easing her top from her form, exposing her upright double-d's , he then felt down around in-between her legs where her panties were, her panties were thoroughly soaked to his touch. He pressed a finger along her wet folds watching her bitch juices ooze from her pleading cunny.
 
The redhead tensed up in surprise and mild worry as the sheer length pressed up along the vertical stretch of her face, the size again managing to catch her by surprise coupled with the powerful masculine scent. Just like that the redhead was stripped and laid bare, her toned frame tensing and then untensing from her powerful shuddering breaths of barely contained desire. "Well... I suppose..." She gulped and laid back on her bed, legs spread to reveal the husky rusky's soaked pink pussy. "Ah... just... at the very least start out slow..." She murmured, still more than a little dumbstruck at this sudden situation thrust upon her.
 
Her skin radiated to his touch , there were no words he could use to succinctly put it into words other than it felt good, she shuddered as he continued to work his hand along the thin veiled cameltoe already well coated in her pussy honey, he slipped her panties aside spreading her apart with just his fingers. He held his fingers up so that she could see what she had done to herself. His fingers were covered in her slimy residue. She didn't make any effort to protest his coercion over her own body.

"Go ahead and give yourself a taste" Holding the fingers up to her face. The scent of her powerful sex filled the air. He climbed ontop of her now. His larger black body totally eclipsing her lithe white body, even without the gauntlet it was hard to imagine she could do much to stop him from having her if he wanted to.

He leaned in kissing her on the lips. Enjoying the sensation of his lips on hers, his body slowly merging into hers " I won't use a condom, If I get you pregnant, you'll have to deal with it" She could feel his mass begin to part her womanhood, his thickness caused her some initial discomfort, some stretching and some residual soreness but pleasure still outweighed the obvious pain, taking him all at once too suddenly would have caused her some serious damage, maybe internal tearing/bleeding out. Even though this was pleasurable for the both of them. A part of him loathed that he took quite a liking to raping Natasha like this. "You know why I'm doing this to you, right?" His hips bucked, shoving his cock deep to punish her.
 
The redhead tensed for just a moment as he moved above her, much like the dangerous jungle predator of his homeland's namesake, and the former KGB agent gave a long shuddering groan through clenched teeth as her pussy was forced wide by the indescribably thick girth of his humongous dick, inches sliding steadily into her. At the very least he had the good graces to take some degree of slowness, even if the current rate was causing pleasure to intermingle with pain.

"No," Natasha replied in a breathless grunt. She braved the pain, having experienced worse discomfort in her superhero career, and as her breathing grew harsher the pain grew weaker still. It radiated into a dull ache that was now being smothered under a mounting arousal. "Damnit... I'm guessing it has something to do with that fucking gauntlet."
 
T'challa stroked harder and harder pounding away at Natasha's dripping pussy, surprisingly she was still iron-tight, her walls had begun to welcome his size, he could see the outline of his cock, literally working its way into her guts, with any luck he'd fuck her brains out, she was definitely becoming more retarded by the moment. The look on her face said it all. He was growing tired of missionary and so he flipped her over so she was ontop riding him now. His hands finding base on her full breasts. He cupped the curvature of her underboob, giving it a decent squeeze then slap.

"No, more than that...even though the gauntlet makes it a lot easier, you were always just a hole that needed plugged. Sometimes you just want to fuck your female friends. A little bit degrading but you must have thought about cocks you wanted, especially mine"

"Ride that nightstick babe, before long you'll be a queen of the night" He didn't seem to care if she fetishized him or said something not quite PC, he knew it was on her mind but he also knew Natasha wasn't a racist or anything. He'd even give her a pass to use a certain word, it was forgivable in the heat of the moment, on his permission."Perhaps I should send you to Luke Cage. I hear he's quite the mandingo" He said with a sort of smirk.
 
The changing in position had her bouncing and shifting, riding him well enough. The redhead had the necessary skill of course, many years spent training on horses and motorcycles meant she could work her hips with true refinement. The fact that her pussy had better adjusted to properly fit T'Challa's huge length and girth meant that the rolls and bounces of her hips were more skilled, soaking jices coating the ebony surface of his rod.

"Agh... as if... I don't sleep around that fucking much..." the redhead said in between quick breathless pants, her heavy orbs soon clapping together from the momentum and speed brought upon by her sensuous motions. Her toned-to-perfection body tensed and a lengthy yowl of raw lust echoed throughout the room, her pussy clenching in a tense gushing orgasm.
 
His big black cock damn near hit the back of her fucking womb then he blew his fucking load making a fine mess of her pussy, his cum drooled out of her, there was no doubt in his mind that he had just knocked her up, there was so much cum it oozed it lines, he looked at her with a satisfied smile having just made her his bitch, they both were a little sweaty and she was still a little spent from the orgasm, he pulled out with ropes of cum carrying from their powerful orgasms , he smeared some along her breasts then gripped the back of her head, towering over her he began to stroke his cock furiously, ready to give her another coat of delicious paint. He wanted his cum all over her sexy bitch face, he wanted to claim her, mark her indefinitely. He groaned hard before delivering her facial, her face was covered from chin to bairline, he forced his cock inside her mouth making her wash it clean, he watched her suck him off, looking up at him all the while. At that moment, her door had came open on its own, and Mr. Fury barged in and T'challa made his exit, vanishing in a blink of the eye.

"Natasha? What's wrong? I heard you screaming for dear life and..." Obviously the fact that she was still naked and covered in cum spoke volumes about what just happened to her, Nick Fury came over to her bedside, his erection becoming obvious. He looked her over and bit down on his bottom lip. It looked like Natasha wasn't completely off the hook just yet. "Having some fun I see. mind If I take it from here?" The sound of something zipping followed.



Over the span of a few hours all of his sluts had been assembled, tagged and whisked away to the kingdom of Wakanda where they all kept his company as concubines. A certain white rabbit was blowing him at the time while the other girls hung around in their collars, an orgy was unfolding in the king's throne room, using the gauntlet, he gave some of the girls cocks to use on the other girls. Big Barda in particular enjoyed her gift, she seemed to be using her megarod on Superman who was now Superwoman thanks to his infinity glove, both Emma and Jaina were competing to suck his cock. One girl on one side, the other on the other.
 
Lorina's past as the criminal known as the White Rabbit was far from glamorous, a role that had left her almost perpetually trapped in the d-list ranks. Now though, well she was more than happy to take on this new role, her soft lips caressing along her king's thick cock and slurping her surprisingly skilled tongue along his ebony length. Being naked, save for her usual makeup and bunny ears, was no big deal for her and she quite enjoyed the taste.

If Lorina was eager, then Emma Frost was borderline ecstatic with her skilled tongue lapping over every available inch of dark meat while her silky soft hands groped over T'challa's heavy balls. "You call that licking? Amateur," Emma murmured, earning a quick glare from the former villainess. "Up yours Frosty. He fucked me three times in a row last night, and only wasted one load on you," she mocked with an air of haughtiness evident in her voice.
 
The king's ebony shaft throbbed being teased by Emma's & Lorina's skillful competing for his cock , he was just about to bust a big fat wad all over the place. It was true Lorina had earned three loads and Emma only one. That Lorina was an insatiable one, Emma would have to step up if she wanted another precious load. His loads were something of a commodity around the palace, whenever he could he sneaked his loads into their supply as their primary protein source. Of all his girls, Lorina might have been the freakiest bitch he'd ever met. The girl drank cum like nothing and did anything he asked. Emma on the other hand wasn't far behind in debauchery but his one load with her was far more intense. She made him cum like no other. He loved the white queen, she was by far one of his favorite top bottom bitches. Their icy blue stares tracking him with every movement , Lorina swallowed his carrot while Emma played with his balls. He didn't like their petty fighting, he would make them kiss and make up before long. He kicked a leg up so they could do what they had to do. "Fuck... This is going to be quite the load" T'challa asserted through hard groans.
 
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