Waking up, it was as though dreams were being fulfilled. Rarely were his mornings and nights uneventful, whether it was in his mansion or his island.
Alex had not yet moved from the island in Japan. Not yet anyway. He planned to leave today or tomorrow depending on his mood. Natasha was able to buy a state-of-the-art self-driving yacht that
The virile young male woke to the sound of soft slurping and the warm, wet sensation of a mouth wrapped around his cock. His eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, but his body was already responding, hardening further as a familiar pair of lips slid down his length with expert precision. This kind of expertise could only belong to one woman—Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow herself, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders as she lavished attention on his massive, throbbing cock.
He didn't even look. Under the blanket, Alex simply imagined it. He groaned.
His thirteen-inch monster was already slick with her saliva. The soft morning light streamed through the window of their secluded island bungalow. Natasha's tongue moved with the precision of an assassin, tracing every vein, every ridge, before she took him deep into her throat. Every single fucking inch, gone. Down her throat.
"N-Natasha…! Nnggh!"
He picked up the blanket to confirm what he already knew. Yep, blue eyes flicked up to meet his. An assassin's gaze, a certain kind of danger and obligation in her gaze, a hunger that matched the way her lips stretched around his girth.
She was wearing a crimson bikini that clung to her perfectly toned body. The top barely contained her full, perky tits, her nipples stiff beneath the thin material. The bottoms were barely there, a scrap of fabric that hugged her ass cheeks. Every inch of her looked edible, and Alex couldn't help but groan as she pulled back, her lips making a wet pop as they left his cock. The blanket no longer needed his fingers to hold it up, his cock alone was enough.
Natasha had a slutty, hot expression. She licked her tongue all the way up to his tip and then sucked it back into her mouth. She then slowly and erotically licked her palm, using the wet grip on his cock for several greedy strokes.
"Good morning," Natasha greeted. Alex missed that sultry voice of hers. It was there without trying. This greeting, you see, it wasn't like she was trying that hard to seduce him. If that was the case, Alex would have nutted the moment he woke up. This was just a greeting. This was just her way of saying, "Hello."
Natasha lathered her wet hand over the tip of his dick, spreading the precum that had gathered there too. "I thought I'd start the day right."
Alex chuckled. "You always do."
Natasha smirked before diving back down, taking him deep into her throat again. Ten inches were gone, leaving some of his cock, and her head bobbed steadily. Her fingers gripped the base of his cock as she worked him with a rhythm that was nothing short of professional. Every suck, every lick, every slurp was calculated to drive him wild, and it was working. Alex could feel his balls tightening.
He didn't swear or curse or become tense. He relaxed. This was a morning ritual. This was his routine. With Psylocke and this island, he expected to break his routine for a while.
"G-guess you won't let me leave my bed without cumming, huh?" Alex remarked, breathing heavier and heavier.
She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "Of course not. A healthy young man like you should never be backed up."
Was that a Natasha rule or something she learned in the Red Room?
"It is a Natasha rule."
"Y-you read my mind, huh?"
"I am the greatest spy of my Earth. Of course I can read my lover's silly little mind." Metaphorically, not literally. "I am one of the most feared spies and saboteurs in the world. I put my skills to use as a member of the Avengers and kept pace with some of the most powerful beings who have ever lived. I was imbued with supersoldier-like treatments and outlived most of my enemies and allies. And before this, I was leading the Red Room in its ongoing effort to overthrow the tyrannical Dr. Doom."
"S-sheesh, that's one hell of a resume…"
"Indeed."
She could have made him nut but something about her own accomplishments stirred something in her. Here was Natasha, one of the greatest women in history and then Alex. Big dick Alex. She straddled. Her bikini bottoms were already soaked, the fabric clinging to her pussy as she positioned herself over his throbbing cock.
"Yet…I have decided to trade that for this." Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she sank down onto him, her tight cunt stretching to accommodate his size. Her walls clenched around him, hot and wet, as she took him inch by inch, her body trembling with the effort. "I-I am confident the Red Room can live without me and that I can fuck myself on t-this…"
She exhaled. Ten inches now. Ten inches and she should have been used to this.
"Ye-bat!"
She swore in Russian. That did not happen often.
Alex smiled as she finally bottomed out, her ass resting against his thighs. "Heh, looks like you missed my cock more than I missed you," he joked, his cock pulsing inside her.
"Hnnggh! T-that's…haaah!" She threw her head back, a low moan escaping her lips as she began to move. Her training kicked in and her hips rolled like a woman on a mission. Like a woman in porn. Those perfect rolls were fascinating to witness from any perspective. From the back with her amazing heart-shaped ass or the side or the front where her boobs jiggled. "Y-you've gotte—nnnggh! You've gotten arrogant. Should I fuck that out of you!"
Every thrust sent jolts of pleasure through both of them, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room with wet slaps. Natasha's tits bounced, her hands gripping his chest for balance as she rode him with all the skill and precision of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
Natasha was no fool. Her words were nothing more than false bravado. She could never outfuck Alex. It was why she was here. It was why her efforts in giving him wealth and in staying here went beyond the norm.
"T-this cock…this coccckk~!" She drawled, unable to suppress her first orgasm. "C-cumming!"
Natasha was supposed to learn, to adapt, and to completely overwhelm. Yet she never did. Every single time, she orgasmed with little control over herself. The feeling never numbed.
This excitement, this thrill…
"Pochemu? Pochemu eto tak khorosho?"
Why? Why is this so good?
She thought she could only find it in battle and espionage. She was wrong.
Natasha Romanoff smiled every morning. All because of Alex. All because she could orgasm twice in a matter of minutes.
"Say my name." Alex slapped her ass. So far, he wasn't doing a damn thing. This was for him, oh yes, a ritual that signalled the beginning. It was also for Natasha, for her first smile. With him, with his cock, she learned to genuinely smile.
No acting. No spy shit. It was authentic. It was real. Every orgasm and every smile was truly real.
"A-Alex! Aleeexxx~!" Hearing herself genuinely gasp felt wrong—she shouldn't actually enjoy sex. But she did. She was. Natasha gasped thrice, her voice breaking as she picked up speed. Her pussy was so tight it felt like it was trying to squeeze information out of him. She swore and she came hard, her walls clamping down on his cock like a lock as she let out a loud, unrestrained moan.
But she didn't stop. She kept riding him, chasing another orgasm, then another. This was all hips, no ass. Never smacking down but rolling and rolling. But Alex could tell as he simply watched her hypnotic boobs that she was getting more frantic, more desperate, as if she needed this—needed him—to release all the stress and tension that had built up inside her. Alex could feel his own climax approaching,
"Natasha," he warned, but she just grinned down at him, her face flushed with pleasure.
"Cum for me." Her body trembled with ecstasy. She understood that despite her own words, she was not in control. He was.
So with a relaxed sigh, he spilled his load inside her. Natasha let out a high-pitched whine, her body shuddering as she came again. This was a morning routine. No thrusts from Alex. No hardcore fucking.
Just relaxing.
Natasha wore a big smile and fell on her lover's chest, boobs pressed and red hair tickling his lips. Alex laughed breathlessly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. Even as she lay there, his huge cock pumped her womb and his creamy baby batter seeped from her pussylips. It was like highlighting what he had done to this great Russian spy.
"I'm happy to see you."
Natasha smiled and closed her eyes. "So am I."
His cock schlicked out of her gaping cunt. Her arms looped loosely around his neck. A longer sigh left her. He had no idea how long they lay there but it was longer than normal. Her head rested against his chest. Her breathing was slow, calm, like she'd actually let her guard down for once. A small smile curved her lips. "Mmm… I needed that," she murmured.
A hand ran through her hair. It was surprisingly soft. "Glad to be of service, ma'am."
"Mm…" A But there was no bite in her voice.
The sound of the sliding door opening broke the quiet.
A naked Psylocke stepped into the room, drying her hair with a towel. She stopped mid-step, violet eyes flicking between the two of them.
"…Oh." She tilted her head slightly, more surprised than upset. "I didn't realize the Widow was here."
Natasha cracked one eye open, completely unfazed. "So, another conquered woman. As expected."
Naked? Check. Not surprised by Natasha on top of Alex? Check. Any normal woman would have shrieked. But when a dick was that good? When the women involved had excellent intuition? Nothing happened.
Still, Alex half-expected swords to get involved or at least some thinly veiled threat. Instead, Sai just crossed the room and set her towel aside. "In that case," she said calmly, "perhaps we should plan something for all of us."
Natasha sat up, stretching her arms over her head, every muscle moving with deliberate grace. "What'd you have in mind?"
"Fukuoka," Psylocke replied. "It's the closest city. Markets, food stalls, art districts. I go often. I think you'd enjoy it."
Natasha's smile was slow, approving. "Hm. Sounds like a date."
A nod. "Yes. A date."
Alex blinked between them. "Uh… date-date, or—?"
"Don't overthink it," Natasha said, standing and smoothing her bikini bottom like she owned the entire island. For no reason at all, Alex slapped her ass. Natasha only smirked.
Psylocke was already walking toward the veranda. "We'll take the AI yacht. It's pre-programmed. It brought you here, remember?"
Alex blinked twice. "Oh yeah. The creepy boat that talks like it's reading a wine label? Yeah, I remember."
"And please, property pants please. We don't need every woman looking at that thing of yours," Natasha said. "And that means no sweatpants. We can still see your cock."
"Really?" Psylocke questioned.
"Mhm. I once took him out for groceries once. A husband got pissed."
"M-my bad…"
At home and here, clothes were optional. And as a gamer obsessed with Marvel Rivals, he didn't go outside too often.
***
The self-driving yacht purred like a satisfied cat as it cut through the sea, white spray flashing in the morning light. The sky was spotless and the coastline of Kyushu slowly emerged ahead. Fukuoka's city skyline a blend of modern glass towers and pockets of old Japan, tiled roofs and narrow alleyways peeking through.
Alex sat in the cushioned lounge at the bow, sipping an iced coffee from the yacht's built-in drink dispenser. Natasha lounged opposite him, legs crossed, wearing a crimson wrap dress that tied at the waist and hinted at the red bikini underneath. Sai sat between them, her violet hair tied up in a high, neat ponytail. She wore a black sleeveless crop top, high-waisted linen pants, and sandals, with a sheer shawl draped over her shoulders.
Two beautiful, lethal women. One man. And somehow, they both wanted to spend the day with him.
Fukuoka's harbor bustled with life. Fishermen hauling in nets, ferries loading passengers, tourists snapping photos of the waterfront. The yacht eased into a private dock, the AI voice cheerfully announcing, "We have arrived. Please remember: hydration is key to a pleasant day."
"Thanks, boat," Alex muttered.
Natasha was already out, fluid and alert, her sunglasses catching the morning sun. She was the type to think somebody could attack them at any time. Psylocke was sort-of the same, except since she was familiar with the area, she didn't have the same attention. Her sandals made almost no sound on the dock.
Alex walked off the yacht last, immediately stopping to stretch his back. "Okay, so what's first? Food? Shopping?"
"Food," Psylocke said, already walking toward a street lined with food stalls. "Always food."
The first stop was yatai, Fukuoka's famous street food stands. Wooden counters hugged the street edge, steam and rich smells curling into the air. Natasha ordered bowls of tonkotsu ramen so rich Alex thought he might ascend to a higher plane just smelling it. Sai, meanwhile, handed him skewers of yakitori.
"Ohh, this is cool! Slightly smokey!" But surprisingly juicy! "I like it."
"Not too high a bar," Natasha remarked. "You eat chips and chocolate."
"H-hey, I exercise."
"By having sex, I surmise," Psylocke remarked.
Natasha smiled. "Yep. That is his exercise."
"L-look, I can cook!"
"He's the type to cook amazingly but never actually cook for himself, only others," Natasha explained to Psylocke.
"Ah."
The two women seemed to not break eye contact. Their glance was long like they were having a conversation. A good two minutes long conversation that ended up with a smirk.
They moved from stall to stall; takoyaki with crisp golden shells, taiyaki filled with sweet red bean paste, karaage so juicy Alex almost proposed to it. Between bites, the two women traded quiet remarks in Japanese that Alex was pretty sure were about him.
The ladies took Alex into a streetwear store and insisted he try on a perfectly tailored bomber jacket. When he stepped out, Natasha gave an approving nod.
"Now you don't look like you wandered out of your living room," she said.
"Rude," Alex muttered, though he kept the jacket and his smile on. In a vintage vinyl store, Natasha found a rare pressing of an old Soviet jazz album.
"Buy it."
"H-huh?" Natasha was caught-off guard. She glanced between Alex and the album. "That's…"
"Come on, treat yourself."
"I know how to treat myself," Natasha said. She didn't sound like she believed herself. So Alex decided to buy it for her. The travel credit card Natasha gave him more than enough money.
"Here." He handed the album to her. "A gift from me to you."
Natasha's hesitancy took hold of her for a few seconds. It had been a long time since she last accepted a gift. A proper gift that had nothing to do with being a spy or even being an Avenger. Oh sure, the Avengers had been her friends. Her family even. But it was difficult to separate Natasha Romanoff from the Black widow, even with them. No, especially with them.
This gift was…new. Steve Rogers would have bought her something practical. Same with any of her SHIELD coworkers.
What Alex handed her was new and yet not new. She had received these kinds of gifts on missions.
But not…not to her. To who her targets thought she was.
She stared at the album for one minute too long. Alex and Psylocke were at the door, beckoning her over. Natasha smiled, nodded curtly, and hugged the album to herself.
Ah, her heart was racing. Was this what it was like to be in-love, Natasha asked herself.
By nightfall, they ended up at a high-rise hotel near the waterfront. The lobby was minimalist, marble floors gleaming under soft lighting. Natasha spoke briefly to the clerk in Japanese, got the keys, and handed them to Alex.
"Go see the room," Natasha said.
"Hm? Oh, okay."
Usually, when it came to opening doors or buying or doing anything really, Natasha or Psylocke were upfront. Paranoia of being spies did that to a woman.
They went up the elevator to the tenth floor and opened the first door.
"Oh."
It was a gamer's paradise.
The main room had floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bay, a massive U-shaped couch facing a wall-sized screen. One corner held a custom-built, water-cooled gaming PC glowing with RGB lights. The desk setup had triple curved monitors, a mechanical keyboard, and a headset that looked like it cost more than his first car.
On the other side, a 75-inch 8K TV was mounted above a cabinet stacked with consoles, including a PS5 loaded with controllers and a VR headset. The minibar was stocked not just with drinks but with energy drinks, snacks, and—he checked—imported Japanese KitKats in flavors he didn't know existed.
This wasn't unlike what he had at the mansion in terms of tech. But tech alone wasn't what made a gamer's paradise.
There were posters. There were stickers. The walls were covered in Marvel Rival characters. The computer and television screens played a wallpaper gif of Valorant and League of Legends.
"It's a themed suite," Natasha explained. "I booked it when they told me about it."
Alex walked to the PC and turned it on. The custom boot animation read Marvel Rivals: Modded Edition.
His jaw dropped.
Psylocke was behind him and put an arm on his shoulder. "Exclusive hotel mods, isn't that right? The Japanese are very skilled at it."
Alex sat down at the desk, hands hovering over the keyboard like it was an altar. "Oh my god."
Within minutes, he was in-game—except this version had costumes, maps, and abilities he didn't recognize. A cyberpunk Wakanda map. Hela in a modern leather jacket and shades. Scarlet Witch summoning mecha familiars.
"This is…" he shook his head, grinning like a kid on Christmas, "…the best hotel room ever."
He was good at mods but not this good. This was custom-made. This wasn't posted online.
So he played.
***
He played.
He played maybe a little too much, because he didn't sleep that night. He was in the living room, laying on a couch, and just playing like crazy. He was a GrandMaster and was so, so close to being Celestial.
Dear men, what was better? Winning this match and finally getting to the rank you had been grinding at for hours?
Or…
"Alex, you're not even paying attention." Straddling his lap was a smirking, teasing redhead, her arms lacing her neck. She was wearing nothing, literally nothing, and her hot big titty bode grinded against him.
The bigger pair of boobs rubbing against his arm belonged to the ninja lady. "We're here and you're staring at the TV like it's going to fuck you instead."
'…or two sexy, hungry superheroines?'
His schlong was already straining against his boxers, his pants slipped down. The pair were overwhelmingly distracting with their sex appeal, with Psylocke sometimes tugging on his arm, and Natasha literally on his lap. He had to sometimes dart his head to see the TV screen.
"C-come on, you two. Can't you two just… chill for a sec? I can fuck you later."
Psylocke sighed dramatically. They knew. Oh, they knew they were annoying him. "Chill? Chill? Darling, we've been 'chilling' all day. You've been ignoring us for hours. Either you give us what we want, or we'll take it ourselves."
"W-wait, let me just…my teammates."
They needed him. This was competitive play! L-like come on!
Seeing him sweat was all the invitation they needed. In a flash, Natasha and Psylocke were on him. Psylocke's nails dragged down his boxers, ripping it apart to make his cock hang out, while Natasha's mouth descended on his neck, sucking and biting in equal measure.
"W-wait! Please, girls—!" Alex pursed his lips as they worked him over. Natasha kissed her way down to his waist. Psylocke wasn't far behind, her lips trailing hot kisses along his collarbone, her teeth nipping at his earlobe.
"You think you can ignore us, Alex?" Natasha whispered. His cock—his cock was on fire from all this teasing and the entire night of no sex and gaming. Her eyes flicked down. Green-blue eyes widened slightly at the sight of it, thick and heavy, already leaking pre-cum. "Fuck, you fucking monster…"
"Not even fully hard yet," Psylocke remarked. "Do you know what me and Natasha were discussing the other day?"
"W-what?"
He was barely looking. The match was at its peak. All he had to was protect the payload—fuck, no, that was Overwatch. His ears turned pink. Focus, focus! Protect the Mission Area.
'Don't use your ultimate just yet! Bait the Scarlet first!'
It was a six versus six and—who the fuck cared? Natasha and Psylocke were worshipping this dude and he was ignoring them.
Psylocke's hand joined Natasha's, both women wrapping their fingers around his shaft. Fingers didn't touch. They never touched. Together, smiling, they stroked him in tandem. Their hands moved in perfect sync.
"It was about your cock size and your lifestyle," Psylocke continued. His cock lurched and seemed to be hard, only to fall back down into an extra-large banana. A splat of pre-cum did burst out, however. Giggling, Psylocke lifted the hefty eighty-percent-erect schlong and leaned in to lick a droplet of pre-cum from the tip. "How big are you?"
"Thirteen inches," Natasha supplied. "Bigger than the Hulk. That much, I can confirm."
"Ooh, Thor too?"
"Definitely."
He sucked in a breath. This handjob was just—ngggh! The corners of his vision were beginning to blur as their hands schlicked up and down. This was a superhuman-like jerk off. Think about it, these were two peak women. Their speed and their strength, if they wanted to, they could win every Olympic gold medal in one day.
"But if you started eating your veggies…"
"Mhm, mhm. You'd be much bigger."
Come on, come on! He was playing as Black Panther and the issue with him was this: the characters Black Panther countered, he HARD countered, and the counters to black panther were all HARD counters. Literally no in between.
All dash resets were done. Multiple enemies to use it on. It was perfect. Time to unleash his ultimate to finally turn the tide of battles—!
"Pay attention, would you?"
His cock suddenly felt warm and wet. His nutsack was also suddenly lathered in saliva and getting suckled. He gasped. 'Oh fuck, oh FUCK—!'
Natasha: deepthroat.
Psylocke: ballssucking.
His eyes glanced down once. Natasha's slutty, green eyes, looking up and narrowed in focus and lust. Psylocke didn't bother with locking eyes, too focused on worshipping his precious leather-esque sack, and that made it all the more hotter.
"W-wait—!" He grunted and gasped. Alex hunched over, his hand nearly releasing the controller. "I-I have to win—!"
He couldn't. How could he play or use his ultimate when Natasha went all the way back, kissed the tip of his cock, and let Psylocke replace her with ultra-vacuum dicksucking. These two were ninjas. These two were in sync.
All he had to do was press two buttons: L3 and R3 and they could win. But his fingers decided to spasm. His cock took all the blood in his system. His balls became a black hole of energy, making him nearly go limp. His thumbs shook. Two buttons.
Two fucking buttons—
"I'm going to tongue the head of your cock until it's as wet as my pussy~!"
Natasha fucking Romnaoff. The assassin. The spy. The seductress. Her lips were longer sealed around his cock and instead her tongue lapped the sensitive mushroom. Smiling, smirking, squeezing her boobs to give a hot, sultry look—and Psylocke right beside her to blow on his cock. To cutely cool it down.
He lost control. He busted all over Psylocke and Natasha's faces, cumshots flinging at the other side of the room, the slings of white cream longer than their heads and as wide as their forearms. Every cumshot was absurd, but what was to be expected given his huge nutsack?
He came, he heaved, he leaned back, and just let it happen.
When Alex opened his eyes…
DEFEAT.
He lost. He fucking lost.
His teammates were going to be pissed that he suddenly went AFK. Hell, they were pissed. One guy sent him a message.
"Fuck…!"
Alex couldn't look at the screen anymore. He looked down at the two sluts responsible for his loss. Natasha was cleaning his balls, her tongue making large and wide slicks, whereas Psylocke was washing his cock with a wet towel. He had no idea where she got that from either.
"Mm, isn't it clean?"
"As if."
Natasha nudged Psylocke aside and proceeded to gobble down his cock. In any other scenario, Alex would have relaxed and let her do her thing. But when he saw the next hateful message from his teammate, a swell of rage went through him. After the numbness of loss, most men would throw their controllers or punch their pillows.
Not Alex. He had a different outlet.
With a growl, he grabbed Natasha by the hair, pulling her off his cock with a wet pop. Psylocke was taken aback as he casually and coolly pressed a button to the side of the couch. The mechanism was activated and the front part of the couch extended into a bed, Natasha and Psloycke included. It was long and as he gazed into Natasha's smirking, arrogant eyes, Alex's cock twitched.
"Hands and knees," Alex ordered, still holding up the Avenger. "Now."
A literal Avenger, a beauty whose abilities could bring down a country, licked her lips and gladly let this man throw her forward. When Alex got riled up like this, it made her hot and horny.
There was plenty of space and a helping of pre-cum as encouragement. Thus, although capable of kicking his ass, they obeyed without hesitation and were on their hands and knees, side on the makeshift red bed, their asses high in the air. Alex stroked his dick lazily, contemplating between which hole to fuck and use. His towering erection was needy and red as he admired the view.
Natasha's ass was firm and round, her skin smooth and unblemished. Psylocke's was just as perfect, but her ass had that tantalizingly tight aspect. Both women were already dripping wet.
"What's wrong? You gave us an order," Natasha taunted.
"Sai humbly awaits," said Psylocke.
Both smirking. Both wanting to push him and knowing they didn't stand a chance.
A fat cock like his couldn't be stopped when it got going. The young stud grabbed Natasha's hips, pulling her back onto his cock in one swift motion. The Black Widow—a literal Avenger—gasped and then whimpered. Her arms and legs felt like buckling.
"This cocckk—!"
"Is your reckoning!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
She orgasmed. Natasha couldn't believe as her back arched but she orgasmed from every fucking thrust. The wet sounds of coupling, she thought she was used to them.
"Peak human physical conditioning, mastery of martial arts, exceptional acrobatics, and expertise in espionage and combat…"
Oh god, she was whimpering again. That lewd sound that was pitiful and pathetic. The Black Widow did not whimper unless she chose to. The Black Widow did not allow herself to orgasm unless she willed it.
"And yet you can't stop cumming from my cock!"
He listed off her skills. He pointed out her complete submission. Alex could do what no man could possibly ever do: subjugate the Black Widow into true loyalty.
"I can't! I can't! I CAN'T STOP CUMMIIIING~!"
Eyes rolled back and her spine arched.
Smacking her booty, Alex pulled out of Natasha's sopping wet cunt, earning a whiney, "W-waiiit~!" and turned his attention to Psylocke. Cue the cock. Cue the clap.
"M-m-mind over matter! I will not lose! I will not c-c-c-cummmm!"
"Yes, you fucking will! You made me lose that match!" Wham, wham, wham! Alex didn't even realize how deep he was going. How incredible this feat was. Natasha Romanoff was in a daze, heaving and cloudy-eyed.
Red Room enhancements and then a SHIELD supersoldier serum. Her abilities and strength were based in science, so she didn't lose her powers. Yet she couldn't move. She was fucking shaking.
"You like this cock, don't you!?"
"H-hai! I love it! I love it!"
So was Psylocke.
Her walls clenched around him greedily, her moans growing louder with every plow. Her legs shook. "You have a fatter ass, you know that!" Alex exclaimed. "Smaller tits though!"
He slapped her left ass cheek, grinning, and then slumped ontop of her to grope her breasts. The short, rapid thrusts and the moans that ensued were like music to his ears. Psylocke didn't have super-mega-huge knockers. His fingers didn't sink and were able to perfectly pinch her fresh pink nipples.
"What cup size are you?" Alex's question was met with a loud, held back moan. He could see her grit her teeth and her eyes watering. "Come on, answer me."
"C-cups!"
Was she lying? Was she delirious? Was she wearing smaller cups and didn't know it?
"Good girl!" He stood up straight, rammed his cock, and came inside. Psylocke's expression would have made the Japanese proud: crossed eyes, a protruding tongue, drool, and a flushed face and a loud, "I'M CUMMIIIING~!"
So he pumped her up full of his cum, promptly pulled his cock out of her bubbling creampied pussy, and then proceeded to shove the monster back into Natasha.
"L-look at you go! Look at you!" That smirk. That proud look. Rather than fuck her and make her lose her mind, Alex let his cock sit there deep in her womb. "Haah…haaah…not pissed anymore? What rank were you going to reach?"
He spanked her and Natasha laughed. It was a melodic laugh that didn't come out of her often. So Alex did the same thing he did to Psylocke: putting himself on top of her and grabbing her boobs. He groped her candidly and noted that she had bigger tits than Psylocke. Natasha turned her head back and suddenly they were close, foreheads touching.
"Mmm. I've been around a long time, and I've learned a little too much about how to hurt people. I've done things I regret. Now I do things I can be proud of."
Oh? In this tight, hot position, it was Natasha that began the thrusts. The Black Widow had the flexibility and subtle dominance. Even in comparison to some of the other chicks in Marvel Rivals, there was something about Natasha that was domineering. She didn't do magic or reality warping to do it. It was as though it was baked into her personality and her body.
"Proud of? Like what? Ruining my game? Or getting fucked by my cock?"
He started thrusting back. Natasha laughed a little more.
"I'm more than a hundred years old. Never would have I imagined I'd be cumming b-because of some young dick."
Her pussy tightened up. His index and thumb came together to play with her nipples. This wasn't the rapid kind of sex he gave to Psylocke, this was surprisingly gentle.
Alex might have had the kind of cock that gods envied, and sure, he was a little pissed from losing this match, but he was ultimately a normal guy. Someone who liked seeing Natasha smile when he gave her a gift. Someone who loved seeing this stoic assassin smile.
"I'm gonna cum inside," Alex said. "After that, I'm fucking you senseless."
"Deal."
They kissed. He pumped her full of his cum, to the point that it was dripping. And then—
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Mmm, that's it! Thaat's it! Bang me like I deserve to be punished!"
"Fucking hell, Natasha. Didn't realize."
"D-don't you know? Dominant women in their profession tend to like being dominated in bed. I-i-it's psychology!"
The cum he previously dumped inside mixed with her pussy juices. Every smack of his pelvis had that slosh and wet, lewd conjoining. Fluids were spilling. Too bad for the hotel people. It was just the way it was with horny men and women.
"N-nobody has ever fucked me like this! Fuuuuck! I can't believe I found a real dick HERE of all places!" Natasha wore an uncharacteristic grin. "Your cockkk! I can't believe how deep it goes! Your dick is the best thing that's ever happened to me!"
Not loud enough. Not tight enough. So he hoisted her wrist and slammed inside. This time, Natasha's smirk was wiped clean off. Eyes were widened and in complete disarray as he pounded at her.
"Blyad', blyad', blyad'! Blyayayayaya! YA ne mogu! YA ne mogu eto ostanovit'! Mne tak khorosho!"
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuuuck! I can't! I can't stop this! I can't stop feeling SO GOOD!
There it was. The Russian. The jiggling boobs and the expression that couldn't be turned back. The total cock addiction.
Alex grinned.
He switched between them like this, taking turns filling their pussies with his massive cock, each woman crying out in pleasure as he buried himself deep inside them. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the slap of skin against skin, the air thick with the scent of sex.
Psylocke: wandering warrior, telepath, ninja.
"CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMIIING~!"
Psylocke: cock addicted and only capable of screaming her orgasms.
Black Widow: killer, assassin, spy.
"YOU STUUD! YOU STUUUD! HOLD ON! JUST WAIIIIT! LET ME—LET MEEEE~! I'M SHOO SHOORRYYY~!"
Black Widow: slobbering, apologizing, and grinning.
When he came, the first half of his load was shoved into Natasha first, and then the other half into Psylocke. Both women dropped like puppets immediately after their respective creampies.
"C-cumming…cumming…" Psylocke muttered, legs spread and twitching. A huge puddle of creamy white formed between her legs. Her womb couldn't contain it all after all. "Cummminnggsshh…."
Whereas Black Widow was desperately trying to get up. "D-d-don't worry, I-I can keep going."
He didn't know how to react. Alex looked down at them, his cock still throbbing with need, as he admired the sight of his cum leaking from their pussies. For the ever trying Natasha, he ended up smacking her ass with his cock, laughing, and kissing her on the temple.
"Relax. Don't worry, we can always go later."
Seeing her try so hard, all of a sudden, his bitterness from losing was gone.
***
Alex leaned back against the couch. The beige snake-shaped object lay across his left thigh and a huge leathery bag hung to his right thigh. His legs were pointed forward, slightly spread. The TV screen in front of him flickered with a Marvel Rivals match.
Natasha was to his left, sucking the tip of his cock. Her arms were crossed, her mouth full of the huge cock. This was cock-warming, not a blowjob. She was just…there.
As for Psylocke, she was to his right, hands on his knees and her tongue making shapes of his nutsack. They were lazy, inconsistent motions, like all she wanted to do was worship him and nothing more.
Cock and balls, not even doing anything, yet still being worshipped. That seemed to be Alex's life.
His cock swelled and Natasha took a moment to breathe. The musky stench of his schlong was hot. It had that sheen of sweat and salty cum, oh yes. It also had this woodsy scent to it too. Natasha liked it. "With skills like yours, it's a good thing you live in this universe. SHIELD would have snatched you up," Natasha remarked.
Alex was eighty-percent focused on playing and twenty-percent on the game. "My skills in bed?"
"Mhm. There are seduction spies."
"Right, right. Gathering information and stuff."
"Indeed. Some women are asked to do it for years."
"Years!? Damn, don't they catch feelings at some point?"
"For some, yes, they are expected to. But most of them, no. How is it that you young men say it? Dick game too weak?"
Alex chortled.
Laughing, Natasha decided to go for a better, proper blowjob. Her mouth sealed the tip of his half-soft cock. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, teasing him as she took him deeper into her mouth, inch by inch.
Psylocke watched with rapt attention, her own tongue stopping. She watched every detail. Natasha's head bobbed up and down as she took Alex's cock into her mouth, her lips sliding along his length with practiced ease.
"A-are you trying to get me hard?" Alex asked, grunting.
"Mmh!"
Saliva dripped from her chin onto his thighs, making a wet mess that only added to the debauchery of the scene. Alex was getting hard and Psylocke decided to aid her friend. Her lips parted open and she sucked up the left testicle. Alex grunted louder. Two on one just wasn't fair—and he wasn't talking about the game.
The Black widow hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder until he was officially back to thirteen inches and fully hard. His cock no longer laying down or pointed elsewhere, Natasha had to crawl between his legs. That giant cock of his was simply too rockhard when it got like this. The experienced throatgoat that was the Black Widow took half his cock, then pulled back to the tip before diving down again. Her throat opened up for him, taking him so deep that her nose pressed against his pelvis.
Psylocke's eyes were wide with awe and desire as she watched Natasha work. She reached down, slipping her fingers between her legs to stroke herself as she waited for her turn.
Alex glanced over at Psylocke, noticing the way she was touching herself. "You like watching her suck my cock, huh?" he asked.
"Mm-hmm," Psylocke nodded eagerly, her fingers moving faster as she pleasured herself. "I want to do that too. I want to feel you in my mouth."
Alex sharply inhaled. He was in a competitive match, it wasn't even Quick Play. He had to help his teammates.
But come on. Choose between having Natasha and Psylocke or playing Marvel Rivals? The choice was simple. So this time, rather than fight it, he tossed his controller to the side and gently stroked Natasha's cheek. He tried to be calm but to be calm when the Black Widow sucked your dick was next to impossible.
"Y-you can share then."
Natasha pulled back slightly, gasping for air as she looked up at Alex. "I appreciate the help," she said, her voice hoarse from the effort of deep-throating him. "But not the lack of confidence."
"Come on, don't be like that."
He grinned and Natasha, surprisingly, smiled back. He motioned for Psylocke to join them and she didn't hesitate, crawling over to kneel beside Natasha. The two women smiled at each other before leaning in together, their lips meeting at his balls. Psylocke kissing the left testicle and Natasha the right. They kept peppering kisses, from the balls up to the base of Alex's cock and worked their way up higher and higher.
"Mwah!"
The tip, the glans, the most sensitive zone of a man's cock; that was the final kiss.
Their tongues did a mind-blowing swirl around the mushroom cockhead. They weren't going for a turn-by-turn blowjob, they were teasing. They were kissing his cock and balls. They were worshipping. But when they noticed Alex wasn't going to cum anytime soon…
"Jerk off for me a little," Natasha suddenly said with a smirk. "I want to see you touch yourself."
Heaving and a bit nervous, he did that. His left hand went and gripped his cock, going from base to tip. The first stroke, Natasha gave his cock a kiss to the tip. "A present," she said. The second stroke, she gave two kisses. "A gift," she said.
Finally, the third stroke.
Natasha pretended to tie her hair and proclaimed, "I'm gonna suck it like it's my favorite popsicle."
Well, it couldn't be much of a proclamation if she didn't back it up. She started with a swirl, then a kiss, then pleasing the whole of his cockhead. After that—
"Mmmph!" That wasn't Natasha, it was Alex. It was the result of the deep throat from the Black Widow. But, much like his strokes, it was only three times. Three times and she left his cock for Psylocke to take over.
Oh. Ohhh. So this was their strategy.
They took turns deep-throating him, one woman swallowing him whole while the other kissed and licked his balls.
"W-won't last much longer…!"
Professional hands reached up to play with his balls or stroke his thighs as they continued to deepthroat. Natasha in particular had this kiss, suck-off, and deepthroat strategy. Of the two, she was undeniably more skilled. Their eyes met occasionally, filled with a shared desire to please him and prove themselves the better cock-sucker.
And, well, Natasha was the winner in his opinion.
It was her kiss that made him grunt, gasp, and utter, "G-gonna cum!"
They went into positions immediately, their lips parting as they tilted their heads back to give him the perfect target. Alex stroked himself a few more times before letting out a guttural groan as he came, thick ropes of cum shooting out onto their faces and tongues.
Natasha and Psylocke felt his cum land on them, their tongues darting out to catch as much as they could. They licked their lips greedily, their eyes never leaving his as they swallowed whatever they could. It wasn't about what they could swallow but what Alex rewarded them with.
Alex watched them with a satisfied smile, his chest heaving from the intensity of his orgasm. "Good girls," he murmured, leaning back against the couch again.
Natasha and Psylocke exchanged a glance before laughing, their faces still covered in his cum. "We aim to please," Natasha said with a wink.
"And we always will," Psylocke added, licking her lips one last time before crawling closer to kiss his balls. "Now, can you answer me this: has a demon possessed your balls? Why don't they ever empty? Or go soft?"
"I guess I'm lucky…" He groaned a little. He was a bit sensitive. "S-sheesh, you sure love my balls."
"I believe a man worthy of my respect should have his weakest point treated with respect. These are responsible for children after all." Psylocke smooched another kiss. "This is the bare-minimum for any kunoichi."
"I understand that sentiment but…" Such a long cock could be shared and pointed toward another woman, even when a big pair of breasts enveloped the base. Natasha smirked as she buried half his cock in her breasts and sealed his cock with her lips again. "I prefer a big, fat petukh."
Which meant cock, or so he surmised.
This back and forth, these comments…
Yeah, he was definitely going to spend the night here and fuck their brains.
Twelve hours later, the consequence of his thought came to fruition. Psylocke and Natasha Romanoff, lying on a bed, passed out with big smiles.
A heavy, forearm-sized cock swung between their faces and smeared them with cum. Alex was smiling and looking down at these two sluts. The afternoon light streamed inside. He lowered himself, nutsack dragging across Natasha's cheeks.
"Heh, an Avenger and a ninja…both mine." He dragged his cock and balls on Psylocke for the third. He was marking them, to put them simply. "Life can't get better, can't it."
There was a knock on the door. Ah, probably a worker asking about breakfast. "Well, now is any good time to eat."
***
"Ohh…"
"Look at her…"
The midday streets of Fukuoka were alive with chatter, camera shutters, and the sizzle of street food stands. Among the crowd, one figure stood out so sharply she might as well have been walking in slow motion.
Emma Frost did not blend in.
She wore her full Marvel Rivals ensemble; white thigh-high boots that clicked against the pavement, a fitted white corset jacket that hugged her hourglass figure, and a diamond-shaped cutout at the chest that dared you not to look. Her long white cape caught the light with each step, moving like liquid snow in the breeze.
She had no reason to either. She just did it for the fun of it.
"Where are you, where are you…"
He was here. That much, she knew. He had to be. Alex wasn't on the island, so where else could he be?
Her hips swayed in a rhythm that was full of a slut's practice. Her thighs were sculpted and powerful and bare. Men stared openly. Women stared too. Some admiring, some judging, all unable to look away.
And of course, everyone here assumed the same thing: foreigner in an elaborate costume. A cosplayer.
Phones discreetly tilted in her direction. A whisper passed from one student to another.
"She's too good… must be pro-level."
Emma heard it all. She thrived on it. The leering didn't bother her—it fueled her. She was Emma Frost. The attention was her oxygen.
She even gave a wink to an old man without a camera. Might as well let him enjoy something before he croaked.
After striking a pose and giving a wink to the old man, she continued on her way. On the outside, she was cool and collected and smirking. Nobody could stop her even if they wanted to.
On the inside, she was thinking, 'My pussy is so hungry for dick.'
Emma was a woman with a high libido. Naturally, she couldn't stay away from sex for longer than two days. Any more and she moved onto the next man.
But Alex…
She couldn't cheat on Alex. She couldn't move on. Because his dick was just different. In pleasure, in deepness, in everything. Not just that, but with him, her rule of two days was extended to two weeks. He was that much of an anomaly.
Then she saw him.
Across the street, casually stepping out of a hotel, was Alex.
The Queen of the Hellfire Gala froze mid-step.
Her lips parted. Her confident, icy mask cracked in an instant. "Aleeex!"
She ran—ran, cape billowing behind her, boots pounding the pavement—and before Alex could even register what was happening, she was in his arms.
The scent of her perfume, cool and floral, with something sharp beneath, hit Alex first. Afterward, the reality of her boobs pressed firmly against him and the soft thump-thump of her heart in rhythm with his own.
"Oh, Alex," Emma breathed and squealed. She was like a school girl. The legendary bimbo blonde kissed him three times, quick and soft pecks along his cheek and jaw.
People stared. The so-called cosplayer throwing herself at some random guy in streetwear?
Emma finally remembered who she was and straightened, pulling back with that sophisticated poise she wore like a second skin. She smoothed her hair, adjusted her collar, lifted her chin.
But then Alex smiled at her and said, "How've you been, Em?"
Emma's face softened instantly. Her eyes closed for a second, a quiet sigh slipping past her lips. "Better now," she admitted. "I've… missed you."
He chuckled. "Yeah, I can tell. But it's only been a week. I thought you'd be fine."
"Ugh, sex is one thing but seeing you and eating your food is another, my dear."
So it wasn't all about sex. It was seventy-thirty, like all relationships should be.
Her fingers lingered on his arm, squeezing lightly, as though confirming he was real. Her voice dropped even lower, a note of sincerity slipping past her usual coolness. "Really. You have no idea how much I missed you."
A moment passed between them. The crowd's noise dimmed in her mind until it was just him.
As she caught sight of all the men still staring, still trying to figure out who she was, something flickered in her eyes. A dangerous, playful glint.
Her smirk returned, slow and deliberate. Why not show them? Why not make it clear why she belonged to Alex, and no one else?
Emma Frost was never one to waste an audience.
"I was thinking about your cock all week long."
She said it loud and proud. Not quiet or in a mutter or covered over the hushes, everyone heard it.
"Oh. Oh, um…"
Yank.
Emma had dropped down to her knees and she took Alex's pants down with her. Alex didn't realize it until he heard a mewl and a slutty tongue run up a vein of his flaccid shaft.
"This…this is the kind of cock people fantasize about."
The reactions were immediate. In the middle of the street, this blonde cosplayer pulled down the pants of who they surmised was her boyfriend and showed that he had the biggest cock ever.
The crowd went dead silent.
"Holy—!" one guy choked on his takoyaki.
Another dropped his soda. A soda can that was smaller than Alex's flaccid schlong. "That's… that's not human."
"Let me lick your balls before we start."
"H-h-huh? Huh!?"
Blondes were revered all over the world and Japan was no different. This bimbo blonde showing off her lover's cock and then pulling out her tongue to lick his nutsack was crazy. In any world, it'd be crazy. A nutsack of his size was obscene. It hung there with two baseball-like testicles inside.
And she licked that shit up like it was a lollipop. Like it deserved to be worshipped. Like she and everyone should have been on their knees for it.
Alex wanted to pull up his pants. Oh, who was he kidding, he didn't. Not when Emma had those slutty blue eyes and slutty smile. Her face was at a tilted angle and she did a whole lap around his nutsack. She didn't mind being underneath him or going out of her way to shame herself.
For her stud, for her lover, Emma Frost would do anything.
Consequently, the biggest cock became even bigger when it hardened. Ten inches becomes thirteen. A finger-touched grip became a fingerless grip.
One poor woman just stood frozen with her shaved ice dripping down her hand, whispering, "Biggest I've ever… oh my god…"
"So much bigger than my husband…"
"That cock and that woman…they just fit."
When a cock was as big as that, envy was mixed with respect and admiration. The men couldn't compete. They just couldn't. Emma without an ounce of her old telepathy burned this memory deep into their minds. Everything, from this throbbing, veiny cock to her shuffling back, blowing the tip of the super cock, smirking, and then parting open her lips to suck it.
Public dick sucking was something new for both Emma and Alex. In the past, Emma would use her telepathy and hide herself from everyone's gaze. So she would be in public sucking dick, but not really.
This was different. She was here, she was not invisible or manipulating minds. She was on her knees, letting everyone see her lips stretch from a knob worth three cock's worth, and sucked like her pride depended on it. Because it did.
Everyone thought Emma was the catch. Then they saw Alex's cock. Maybe some women thought Emma was unworthy and couldn't take.
'Well, I can!! This is MY man!'
Wrapped around Alex's thick, throbbing cockhead, her tongue spun faster and faster. She teasing him mercilessly. She only had four inches down, with the rest available for stroking. A two-handed stroke, mind you. A classic.
Bobbing her head and jerking him off, Alex grunted. Most men couldn't get that double-handed grip. They didn't have enough meat. Alex did. Boyfriends were jealous. Women were shocked.
The sound of her spit-slicked strokes filled the street, her hand working in tandem with her mouth to keep him on edge. Alex was a normal young man, he could stop this at any moment. She knew him well enough that it was a possibility. The only method of stopping him was—
"E-Emma! H-hold on!"
His knees buckled. Her hands jerked him off faster, meeting her O-shaped vacuum lips. She had never sucked a dick this hard before. She had never felt a cock pulse like this in her grip, the veins bulging. Her nostrils flared up. It was hard to breathe.
So what?
She pulled back only so that she could give a hot, erotic smirk and a sloppy kiss taking away the salty pre-cum leaking from his slit. Emma completely pulled off with a wet pop.
"Your dick is a dream come true. These other silly men couldn't possibly match up."
This damn slut…
He couldn't possibly stop now. Not when his cock was hot, red, and quivering. Pre-cum leaked in strings, not droplets. That was how horny this chick got him.
"So…?"
"F-fine. Suck me dick. Make me cum."
Right in the middle of the street, this young man said it. A hand on his hip, his legs shaking, and thirteen inches of flesh extending from him. It was a cock that bewildered the mind, and in front of him, on her knees was a woman that also bewildered.
"Mm, I know you love it," Emma shot back, her tongue darting out to lick a stripe up his frenulum before taking him back into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, her hand stroking what her lips couldn't reach. She could feel him twitch. After that, his hips bucking slightly as he fought to stay still.
Just sucking his dick would be a waste. She had to tease him. She had to let everyone know that this stud was his.
So Icy Queen pulled off again, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "You're so desperate for me, aren't you?" she taunted, her fingers tracing the head of his shaft. "I can feel how much you want to fuck my face. But you're not going to get what you want until I say so."
Alex exhaled, looking down at her with darker eyes. "You're playing a dangerous game, Emma."
"Am I?" she asked innocently, her tongue flicking over the tip of his cock. "Or am I just reminding you who's really in control here? That the White Queen is not one to be disrespected?"
No reply came as she swallowed him down, her nose pressing against his pelvis. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, his breath hitching, the sudden switch from four inches to thirteen inches genuinely catching him off-guard. His legs shook. She got him.
The blonde pulled back again and she looked up at him with a wicked grin. She only left behind a single hand, not even two. Just one, going from base to tip, base to tip. "You're close, aren't you?" she teased, her hand stroking him faster now. "I can feel it. You're about to explode all over my pretty face."
Schlap, schlap, schlap!
Alex's chest heaved as he tried to hold back, but Emma wasn't letting up and her second hand finally joined. Her hands pumped his shaft in rhythm. She could feel him losing control. It was casual. It was with that stupid smirk.
"G-gonna…!"
She grinned and just like it happen, no shame it in being public. No shame in anything, really, her hand still stroking him as he erupted, thick ropes of cum shooting across her face and chest plate. Emma giggled, her tongue darting out to catch a few drops as they landed on her lips. "Mmm, you taste so good," she murmured, and she knew there was more to cum.
Way, way more.
"H-holy fuck, just how much cum can he…?"
"Big balls aren't for sure, huh? Sheesh…"
"No fucking wonder he's fucking her…"
Emma understood Japanese. A woman couldn't be an elite without knowing a couple languages. She smirked, proud of the envy from men and the awe from the ladies.
His cumshots flung over her head sometimes. That was the sheer force Alex had in him. The grinding teeth of jealousy from the inferior males was pure comedy to the White Queen. She laughed and smiled upon seeing his load taper off.
Indeed, she couldn't wait to take him back into her mouth, her tongue lapping up the last of his cum. She could feel him twitching against her tongue, already throbbing again as she kept him warm and wet.
Pop!
Smirking, she spat all over his cock. From the halfpoint to the tip, she let her slobber fall and then spread it with her tongue like it was butter on bread. The cold air combined with her saliva, not to mention the sensitivity that came from nutting once…
"Don't tell me—mmmph~!"
Emma Frost was sucking that dick with intent. She wanted a second load.
There was this common notion about how beautiful women were bad at sex. They didn't have to put effort into getting a man, so in bed, their face did all the work. They couldn't give ahead and they were like starfishes. It was a common sentiment among those who lived an elite life. Women like Emma, for example, the pathetic men that had failed to sleep with her claimed she was simply overrated.
Wrong.
Throw that whole theory of bad bitches not being able to give head out the window. Emma Frost made him lose it in less than a minute.
Even Emma was surprised as his mighty pipe burst and rocked out of her tightly-sealed lips. Spurt, spurt, spuuurt! The gushes of cum couldn't be denied and although some splattered on her face a second time, she did not allow the rest to escape. Her lips locked onto his cock and her throat began swallowing.
Once again, it ended with a smirk. A different kind of smirk, wet and full of creamy baby batter, but a smirk nonetheless. Emma plopped a finger into her mouth purely for the aesthetic. Purely for looking sexy and sensing some men nearby had nutted in their pants.
She gave a casual look around. She wanted to see everyone's reaction—
"Oh."
There were drooling smiles of men that had cum in their pants. There was gossip and blushes. Only one man, a twenty-year old Japanese youth with boring black hair and dull features, was recording.
Thigh muscles coiled with energy and the queen lounged at the pervy male in an instant. If there was any question about it, those thighs weren't for show. She grabbed the phone and, with her face full of Alex's cum, she smiled at the youth. "Apologies, but I cannot let you keep that recording. Think of it as a gift for your mind."
She crushed the phone. She didn't apologize for it and let it drop into the ground. No one said a word either. Swaying her hips, smirking and marked, the queen was headed toward the one man worthy of her. The one man who was allowed to record her, fuck her, and claim her as he pleased.
The massive thirteen inch cock of Alex was waiting. Longer than any phone or cock and leaking with a white liquid.
"Alex," Emma settled her hand on the notoriously large cockhead, as though trying to stroke a pet beast, "let's go to your hotel room and do it like a couple of porn stars tonight~!"
That slutty smirk again…
…
…
…
"I'M SHOORRY! I'M SHOORRYY! I'M SOOO SORRRYY!!"
First Natasha and Psylocke, now Emma!?
"Are you sluts trying to piss me off? Making me lose a competitive game is one thing but…"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Pantsing me in public!? Sucking my dick in the middle of the street!? Seriously!? This isn't a porn world, you can't just disobey public decency, Emma!"
"I KNOW! I KNOOWWW! BUT YOUR COCKKK! I LOVE WHEN YOUR COCK IS ANGRY! I LOVE WHEN YOU FUCK ME ANGRY!"
The room was a cacophony of raw, unbridled lust. The walls seemed to tremble with each thrust, each moan, each desperate plea that escaped Emma Frost's lips. Her platinum blonde hair clung to her damp forehead, her diamond-hard exterior long forgotten as she lay sprawled across the hotel bed, her legs spread wide, her body quivering under the relentless onslaught of Alex's massive cock.
In the hour they had been fucking, Alex went from mating pressing her, doggy-styling her, and now prone-boning her.
"I'M SORRY, I'M SORRYYY!" Emma screamed, her voice breaking into a high-pitched cry as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her hands gripped the sheets so tightly they threatened to tear, her back arching off the mattress, and her booty cheeks smacking against him. But despite her words, her lips curled into a wicked grin.
Emma wasn't sorry—not really. How could she be when this felt so good?
Alex paused for a moment, his breath ragged, his hands gripping her hips like a vice. He wasn't an especially tall man. But tonight, he was. His towering frame loomed over her, casting her in shadow, and his cock—god, his cock—was still buried deep inside her, stretching her in ways that made her feel both impossibly full and yet craving more. He leaned down, his face inches from her ears.
"Say it again," he growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Say you're sorry."
Emma turned her head, breathing heavily. "I… I'm sorry," she whispered, though her lips twitched into another smile. "I shouldn't have pulled your pants down like that. I shouldn't have…" She trailed off, biting her lip as his cock twitched inside her, sending another jolt of ecstasy through her body.
"Louder," Alex demanded. He pulled out slowly, the fourth inch making Emma gasp, before slamming back into her with such force that the bedframe rattled against the wall.
"I'M SORRYYY!" she wailed. "I'M SORRY THAT I'M CUMMING! I'M SHOOORRY THAT I'M A WHORE! I'M SORRY I'M A SLUTTT~!!!"
She would never apologize for such things—except to Alex. For Alex, she would do anything. Anything.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Good! You! Better! Regret! It!" Wham, wham, wham! Thrusts into her pussy, his fists buried into the mattress to the sides of her. "But you're still not getting me to cum inside you! Not after that little stunt!"
Emma groaned, a mix of frustration and exhilaration coursing through her. Even without that final act, this was still the best sex she'd ever had. How could it not be when Alex's cock was this big, this perfect? Thirteen inches of manly dick, thick and throbbing, stretching her to her limits and then some. She could feel every inch of him, every vein, every pulse, and it drove her wild.
"B-b-b-but—!"
"No buts!"
Emma was a breathless whimper.
Alex chuckled darkly, his hands sliding up to grip her wrists, pinning them above her head. She was still lying stomach-down. Only her head was lifted. "You're lucky I'm even here," he said. "You're lucky I'm the one fucking you. Emma Frost—the White Queen. You're a villain, aren't you? Or an anti-hero? Honestly, I don't give a fuck."
He smacked her booty upon a return stroke. Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. Like swaying pudding, it wouldn't stay still. This was the definition of a PAWG: phat ass white girl.
"Jesus, look at that jiggle!" He gave another booty smack. A moan left her. Spanking her when half of his cock was inside? No woman could just shrug it off. "You think just because you have a fat ass that you can do anything you want?"
Two more loud slaps to the ass.
"You think those thicc thighs means you can just crush a random guy's phone?"
One last smack and Emma let out a howl.
"N-no! Of course not!"
"Good! You're learning!"
She loved Alex, and Alex loved her. He made her food. He made her feel good. But sometimes, he held back and when he didn't, he was a god. He was the greatest man she had ever known simply because of his abilities with his cock.
The White Queen loved it when he talked like this, reminding her of her place beneath him. Her body was his to use, his to dominate, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Her cold, calculating demeanor melted away in moments like these, replaced by raw, unfiltered desire.
Her head raised like a puppet, Alex began to fuck again, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, letting her feel every inch of him as he slid in and out. "Yesssh, yessshhh! Yessshhh~!!"
Louder. Desperate.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Pathetic.
"I'M CUMMING LIKE A WHORE! I'M CUMMING BECAUSE OF YOUR COCKK! SHOOO DEEP! SHOO DEEEP~!!!"
He smirked, his hands tightening around her wrists as he leaned down to nip at her earlobe. "Then beg for it," he whispered. "Beg me to keep going."
Emma didn't hesitate. "PLEEEEASE! PLEASE DON'T STOP. I NEED IT. I NEED YOU. FUCK ME HARDER!"
"Heh. Fine."
Alex was pissed but was he that pissed? Maybe, maybe not. What mattered was that her moans turned into screams as she neared the edge of an intense climax once again. She could feel herself unraveling beneath him, every nerve in her body alight with pleasure.
"What are you?"
"YOUUURS~!" Emma cried out, tears of bliss streaming down her face. "I'M YOUUURS~!"
Alex grinned triumphantly, his pace never faltering. "Damn right you are."
The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, their cries echoing off the walls as they lost themselves in each other. Emma's mind was a whirlwind of sensations—the feel of Alex's cock pounding into her, the taste of sweat on her lips, the sound of his voice in her ear. She was completely and utterly consumed by him.
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
His load fell along her backside and her ass. He did promise he wouldn't be cumming inside. He squeezed her thicc thighs, making sure to mark them as well. Huffing and puffing, he angrily jerked himself off and came on her feet too.
Nothing was left to luck. Everything was nutted on. In the end, he shoved his weakly cumming cock to her face, smearing her cheeks and her beautiful features. He double-made sure that his cum stuck to her hair, squeezing the very last of his cum to do so.
Arms, legs, thighs, ass, back, face, and hair.
Emma Frost was a snow-white mess by the end of the night.
Judging by the maniacal smile on her face, she wouldn't have it any other way. Emma Frost was Alex's bonafide cum slut.