As the sunlight glimmered into her eyes from the blinds, Carol rustled under her blanket, slowly opening eyes to the world around her. She groaned as she turned to the clock beside her bed, it labeling the time as 6:16 AM. God, she hated this, waking up at this early in the morning. Just a couple more minutes. Though, try as she might, she couldn't will herself back to sleep. Frustrated, she relented, and raised herself to a sitting position, stretching her arms out and giving a big yawn.
Her night shirt about a size too big lifts up with her arms, letting the air flow to her stomach calmy, giving her a slight chill at the drop in temperature. She took her time to adjust to her room, the plain walls and closet meeting her gaze. Being an Avenger didn't give you the guarantee of prime housing, but Carol managed to find a decent place. It was just a one bed one bath with a tiny kitchenette, but it suited her nicely. After second, she peeled the blanket away and slid her feet to the floor. Carol sighed as she felt the cool floor soothing her sore feet. She had just finished off a heavy hitter yesterday, and she was thrown around a lot.
She thrusted herself up off the bed, relying on solely her own weight to hold her up. Carol then walked to the closet, seeing none other than her suit, the one that sparked hope and fear in the eyes who saw it. It still looked amazing after all this time. Taking it off the hook, she tossed it to the bed, then grabbed her current shirt by the collar. She took it off without a second thought, throwing it in the hamper stuffed inside the closet. She did take a moment to look in the mirror and admire. She never wore underwear to bed, even if it made her exposed. All she had was the shirt. Without it, everything was on display. Medium breasts, a nice pack under them, her tanned, scarred skin that reflected in the light. Her slit between her legs slightly wet, thighs sticky with what appeared to be hers.
Oh, that's right. She did have a nice wet dream last night, imagining her, Captain America, and Black Widow in a room together, confessing things. It was thrilling, Steve taking her first, Nat sitting on her face as she kissed the spangled banner man. It was apparently so good, she got off in real life because of it. Who would've thought?
Once she finished examining herself, she decided it was best to take a shower before dawning her gear. But first, she needed coffee. Coffee and food. Taking a final second to see her body, she pushed the door shut and went out into the main living space, grabbing her phone off her nightstand before doing so. There was no rush to get dressed at the moment, she was in the comfort of her own home after all. The area outside her bedroom just had a love seat, along with a small couch in case she had company. Though, with her line of work, her place was the last spot to meet.
She strode over to the kitchen, plopping her phone down on the island face up, the device exposing several existing cracks and scratches from all of Carol's fumbling. She made it to the coffee pot and began her cycle. Once the pot was turned on, she went for the fridge, taking out a large bottle of creamer and milk. It was about at that time she felt goose rubbing against her leg, the blonde looking down and smiling at the creature. She turned her attention back up and to a box of opened cereal on top of the fridge, snatching it in her free hand and setting it on the island as well with the milk. She placed the creamer next to the machine as it started to finish, and she opened up an overhead cabinet to grab a mug and bowl. After that, it didn't take long to complete the meal. Her coffee was dashed with too much cream and sugar for any normal person to comprehend, and her bowl of fruit loops filled with milk.
As she ate and sipped her hot beverage, she made sure she was up to date on any events. It appears she was not the only one up this early, with the very captain and agent duo she imagined in her sleep taking down another cell of Hydra. Though, there didn't look to be anything she needed called in for, so she didn't really bother worrying. Seems she had a while to just chill and relax with her cat monster. The commitment to get her suit on was even harder now, since she loved the freeing sensation of nudity. If she could, she would go out with her breasts out just to taste the wind on them.
Steadily, the bowl and cup lost what it held, until all that was left was some of the milk. Carol took it and was about to drink it straight, when an odd idea just appeared in her head. She left it for a second to put her mug in the sink, then took it with her to her bathroom. Walking into the shower, she took the bowl and almost like this was a practiced ordeal, she tipped the side towards her, letting the white substance splatter on her tits, coating them in a sheen. She didn't know why she did that, but she couldn't help but sigh in relief. It felt good. The drink covered her body in a lazy splash, it was hard not to love.
However, when the high came down, she knew she had to get it off, and her early arousal. So, a little saddened, she flipped the hot knob about three quarters of the way, the water shooting out of the spout immediately onto her. She washed it like nothing happened, putting the bowl on a ledge as she cleaned the messes. About 4 minutes later, she was about to turn the water off when another idea came into her consciousness. She grabbed the shower head and took it off the mount, then slowly lowered it to between her thighs. Again, there was no prompting, it just happened. As the water shot up and barreled against her folds, she screamed in delight, struggling to keep herself from falling. The hot liquid splashed around her without mercy, a sigh reaching Marvel as she relaxed to its touch.
However, once she did it, she grew tired, knowing she had to get out now. So setting the head back in it's place and turning off the water, Carol stumbled out of the glass door, snatching a towel and wiping herself down. She still wanted to remain like this for a bit, so she chose to get nearly all of it done with the sheet, then walked out and let the rest air dry. She turned to her kitchenette again, seeing if there was a snack she could fetch. Just as she reached for a bag of fruit snacks or two, she couldn't help but feel she wasn't alone anymore.
It was an instinct, and she quickly swiped the snacks before whipping around, trying to spot the disturbance. She scanned the room, looking over every spot in the darkness where a person could be. She stopped when she saw a leg sticking out from her love seat, propped up by the other knee. She narrowed her gaze and began to emit a small spark in her free palm, "Who are you? How did you get in here?" She asked angrily, ready to fight with or without her fancy suit.
The hidden person in the shadows simply turned the seat on its swivel, a low voice returning in response, "Oh, me, I simply appeared here. Figured I would give you some satisfying treats throughout the morning," The voice was clearly a man, but his accent was unfamiliar to Carol, and it was surprisingly calm, "You know, like the dream, the milk, even that shower head. How was it by the way?"
Carol's heart skipped a beat when he told her that. Those were not her thoughts. Why did he make her do that? How did he so easily tap her mind and taint it? And why did they all feel so good? She also started to get the idea to just shove each of the gummies in her hand up her cunt, and just like that, her mind was tampered again. Refusing to give in like she had been, but not seeing the major threat of this man at the moment, she tore the bags open and began to pop one at a time in her mouth.
At her reaction, she could feel the man frown, "Figured it would only work best if you didn't know it was me. Though it was only those moments I implanted. I just slipped them in and you willed yourself to follow them. And this," he said as he pointed to her nude form, "And everything else wasn't my doing. That was yours completely."
That at least brought some comfort, but it still didn't satisfy her anger, "You shouldn't fuck with someone's head. Especially someone who could level a city if she's pissed enough," she growled, downing another fruit shaped gummy before going on, "And you still haven't answered my other question. Who the hell are you?"
The person rises from the seat, the shadows hiding him initially becoming less and less. It became clear that he was indeed wearing clothes, though, only shorts it seemed. He was fairly well built, his lack of a shirt exposing abs and muscles that made Carol freeze with a red hot blush. She could tell it was herself admiring him and not him willing her because she finally got the sensation she felt down when he was in her brain. She was familiar with big guys, but never before was she naked in front of them and they sport it so shamelessly. When he finally walked out of the dark, his face had an exquisite jawline, covered by a thick, black beard. His eyes were a heavenly blue as well, and he had a small smile to his lips, "I am Marcus. Marcus Immortus. And I am not from here," he announced with great clarity.
Carol still couldn't move, suddenly aware of the fact she was being a complete buffoon in front of a total stranger. She was about to step forward when he pushed a thought in her mind to relax, and this time, she did listen. A deep breath later, she leaned against a cupboard and faced him with more restraint, "So, where are you from?" she asked with an emphasis on where.
"I'm from a realm known as Limbo, a strange place in which my father rules," he explains, approaching the island to rest his hands on it, "It's not the greatest place. It's a space between the fabric of time, with all sorts of weird properties. I decided to escape my father's grasp and come here. Though, on the way, I intended to go to a more futuristic place, and accidentally ended up here," he claimed, looking down, not at her but just away, "I appeared in here and saw you sleeping last night. It looked like you were having a nightmare so I tried to give you something better. I searched through stuff to know who you were and what you do, so I thought it would've been nice."
Carol's face softened a bit at that confession, "It was nice, I don't even remember the nightmare. But why did you continue toying with me?"
Marcus, still not facing her, made a nervous chuckle, "I had hoped to buy time to actually see you, without the suit. I, I guess you can say I am fascinated by you. I wanted to go in time to find a good person to experience more personal, intimate parts of life with, and…"
This time, his train of thought was interrupted by a snort, "Really," Carol laughed, "You left your universe just to have a one night stand with someone? You can't be serious."
"I assure you, I did not intend to just have meaningless intercourse eventually. I just wanted to live and see how life is like for a while."
Carol returned to a softer expression, moving around the island to Marcus, grabbing his hands, "So, your saying that you wanted to warm me up before you had your way with me?"
"W-what?! No! I mean-" Marcus shouts hastily, hoping he wasn't overstepping any boundaries.
In response, Carol grabbed his head and turned him towards her, "Oh, you sure, because I feel pretty good to go, and I might need a real dicking to cap off the morning." Suddenly, what started with her ready to kill Marcus, quickly became arousal as she came clean with herself. She not only like everything her did to her, she wanted more of it. They waited in quiet for a long moment, and then after waiting a bit too long, Carol rolled her eyes and pulled him closer, enrapturing him in a kiss.
Marcus was clearly stunned for a second, but immediately recovered on the action and returned the kiss, placing his hands on her waist for support. It quickly turned to him picking her up as she fiddled with his clothing, the wrappings coming off cleanly to present his well endowed dick. Carol made a small gasp as she felt it in her hands, the girth of it just barely able for a hand to fit around it. It was hardened and ready to fire, Carol all the more thrilled to have it. Marcus sets her down on the couch, not leaving the lips he was entangled in until they were ready.
Carol sent a wave of energy onto the cock she was holding, hammering it with slow, but powerful strokes. After another minute of the make out, Marcus pulled back, now positioning himself. Carol silently bent her legs and held them with her hands, exposing her wet slit like an offering. The strange man was astonished how well this was going, but remained cautious, just in case she didn't trust him. He knew her ability very well, but to see her with an open mouth, moaning in bliss without his cock even touching her, it was riveting.
Carol noticed him staring off for a while, and called him out, "Hey," she said and he snapped out of his thoughts to listen, "If you want to experience it, some advice. Don't keep a girl waiting."
With that little jab, Marcus finally pushed forward and acted. He bounced his rod on her entrance three times, each one eliciting those sweet sounds of glory, then, he pushed in. A low groan escaped his mouth as he sealed himself further inside the prize. As he made it deeper with each second passing, Carol's moans hitched to an even greater degree. She pressed a hand against his chest, for no other reason than to feel it, arching her back as his length sheathed itself in her dearest regions. The moment she felt his hips collide with hers, she finally let out the breath she had been holding, a great smile on her face that was on the verge of crazed.
Marcus stopped after he bottomed out, not sure if the reaction she gave was a good one. When she sensed his hesitation, she breathed out, "Move it," and started to push herself up and down the shaft until Marcus got the memo. He followed her motions, methodical thrusts that ended with a slap of his balls against her ass. He lowered himself onto her frame to gain better leverage, going head first into her gorgeous breasts and her hands changing position to grip his back. Her nails dig into his skin and leave red scratches as they step it up a notch.
He locked his arms around her torso, smashing himself into the lobes of Carol's chest as he increases his speed. Strike after strike, each more aggressive and trained than before. Carol leaned her head to kiss his scalp, needing some place to stimulate her lips. His beard brushing against her nipples made her howl with relief, not able to get enough of the scratchy hair. She was taken so easily, and so willingly, that she didn't even have another question for the man other than a begging, "Please don't stop!"
He continues to rail her like a machine gun, his endurance impeccable for what might very well be his first time. With each motion, a wave of energy is released between the two. Literally. Unbeknownst to either of them, sparks and balls of light were flickering around them, their powers merging in ways they weren't meant to, but it was just too good to care about. Though, even with that incredible energy, Marcus was beginning to grunt, and his shaft was starting to pulse.
He was still going, just a little bit slower than he would've preferred. Carol sensed the change, and connected the dots instantly. She held on as tight as she could to Marcus, and practically screamed in his ear, "I'm almost there to, give me all you got Immortus!"
With the go ahead, all inhibitions were lost. Marcus rapidly jammed himself deep into Captain Marvel's canal, with all his fury he hammered like there was no tomorrow. His hips moved at lighting speed, the energy in the room reaching a peak in brightness. All of a sudden, he grabs onto Carol's neck and roars astoundingly.
Carol feels every shot of cream that is loaded into her like a slot machine, the power girl joining in the relentless shout of bliss. Her walls clamped down like a vice and sucked his dick for all it was worth. They looked into each other's eyes for a split moment, then turned directly to the ceiling, riding out the joys and feelings of the white fluid splattering Carol's insides. Her legs held to Marcus's waist like a belt, nearly slipping as the cream just kept coming. It just didn't stop. Like a hose, it was firing like a gun into her womb and filling her up all the way.
It was bliss. Pure, hot bliss. Carol nearly blacked out it was so mesmerizing. The energy bursted the moment their orgasms untied, and the lights that were on died out in a flash. Neither minded, as the cum became too much and started to drip onto the cushions. Finally, Carol just gave in and dropped, her legs flopping on the couch as Marcus follows to stay in.
When the flow ceased, they finally looked at each other again, both hot and sweaty from the events, no one of them wanting to part. Interestingly, Carol gave a cute grin and tapped her finger on the man's nose, "So, now that you got the experience, how do you feel?"
"Tired," he admits, sinking in her cleavage once again, "Could we just, stay here for a moment. Catch our breaths."
Carol kept her grin and nodded, "Sure," and wrapped around him again. Before she could say anything else, she heard snoring, and she gave a light chuckle, before setting herself up to drift off just the same, not sure what is ahead, but knowing that she hopes Marcus Immortus is with her for the ride.