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Captain Marvel: True Potential	By : SpaceSamurai Category: Marvel Verse Movies > no category yet Views: 19497 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Three (MC, MF, oral, FD)

It had been hours since they’d taken Carol Danvers away, and Talos was starting to fear the worst. It had taken a lot to convince the Terran-born Kree warrior to trust him, to take him to his family, to turn on her fellow Kree soldiers. But for a brief, shining moment, he had hope.
Hope that his wife and daughter were safe.
Hope that his race could survive their genocide.
Hope that they could break free of the Kree once and for all.
Now, hope was rendered back where it had been for so many years: Deep in the pits of his heart, shielded by wariness and doubt.
The Kree had dragged him into this tiny cell, away from the rest of his people and the Terrans who’d come along on this expedition, Nick Fury and Maria Rambeau. He was isolated. ‘Smart,’ he thought. ‘Put the leader in a box away from his followers. Can’t say I wouldn’t do the same if the roles were reversed.’
Still, the anxiety of waiting and worrying had left him stiff and bored. So it was with no small amount of nerves that he shot to his feet at the sound of someone approaching his cell door. There was a sound of clanging, fumbling with the door’s handle, banging against the hard metal surface. Whoever it was, they were struggling to get in. Finally, he heard a frustrated grunt and then a blast as the latch was blown away and the door finally swung open.
“Talos!”
It was Soren, Talos’s wife, standing proudly with a Kree gun in her hand. No words needed to be said. She ran towards him with glee, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled his mouth to hers. Their kiss was passionate, desperate even. It was as if this reunion was more exciting than the one they’d had mere hours ago on the bridge of this refugee vessel.
Talos pulled back. “Soren, for the love of- how did you get free?”
She shook her head. “I can explain all of that later. Right now, suffice it to say that we’re safe, at last, and we won’t have to worry about the Kree on this ship again.”
She kissed him again. Talos had to admit, he’d always been attracted to Soren, but right now she was more beautiful and enticing than ever. Her green skin trembled against him. Her breath was hot, her tongue tasted sweet. Her smell…
Without warning, Talos felt her hand on his groin.
“What are you-” he started, but she silenced him with a grin and continued to grope him.
“We’ve got all the time in the world, Talos my love. After so much time apart, I can’t stand to wait any longer to be with you. To feel you deep within me, as you should be.”
“What about the others?” Talos asked. His breathing was quick. The words tumbled out of him. “What about our daughter?”
“They’re fine,” she assured him. Now both of her hands were stroking him, gently encircling his manhood with deft fingers. “No one will disturb us. I made sure we’d have plenty of time….alone.”
Her tongue flicked out and licked his lips. The smell of her saliva beneath his nose was enough to breach the dam of his affections. He grabbed her, joyously, and pulled her against him. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed with greater fervor. He reached behind her to unzip her garments. Layer after layer was peeled away from her top, until he reached her bare skin. Behind him, Soren did the same.
They stepped away just long enough to shed their remaining clothes, and Talos took the opportunity to gaze in awe upon his wife’s body. Their time apart had been kind to her. She still had a healthy physique, not at all diminished by motherhood. If anything, she looked more fit now than she had when they’d first made love. She must have been working on her figure, maybe training should their enemies ever discover them. It had given her firm muscles contrasting her womanly curves.
He didn’t have time to admire her for long before she had tackled him to the floor, positioned herself over the his achingly engorged cock, and sank herself onto him.
“Ohhhhh, my love,” she groaned. Inch after tantalizing inch slid inside of her. He was hard as a rod. The blood rushing through his erection had ballooned his girth. He didn’t think he’d ever been this big before. Or maybe her inner walls were tighter than he’d remembered. Either way, the slow insertion was incredible for them both, and before long their moans were echoing off the staid, utilitarian walls of the cell.
Talos was in rapture. The love of his life was safe. She was free. And she was riding him like it was their first time and she couldn’t get enough. He had always loved her. But this was different, beyond love, beyond joy. This was the animalistic rush of having an all-encompassing need fulfilled.
He gripped her hips and pushed himself further inside her. She gasped, ground herself down more, still taking it slow, still drawing it out. He was almost ready to slam himself to the bone when he ran into some obstruction. It didn’t hurt him, and it didn’t seem to hurt her, but he felt the head of his cock pressing against something. This was odd, as he’d had no problems fitting completely inside of her before. A Skrull woman’s passage was deeper than most species, as Skrull men had almost universally dwarfed every species they’d come across in the size of their erections. By Skrull standards, Talos was just slightly above average, certainly not so big as to exceed the capacity of a Skrull woman’s vagina.
Talos was about to say something, but before he could, the obstacle blocking his entrance seemed to melt away, as if her body was reading his mind and shifting to accommodate him. This was odd. He’d never felt this before. But Soren suddenly dropped down, and as her pelvic bone pressed against his, all contemplation ceased. He’d bottomed out inside his wife, and she cried out in ecstasy, and he didn’t want to stop there.
With his considerable strength, Talos lifted Soren up by her fleshy backside and pressed her down again, then again, then again, building a rhythm, pulling out further and picking up speed, until he was pounding himself roughly into her womb. Soren wailed and her sharp nails dug into Talos’s chest. The pain was sharp, but it spurred him on. He slammed her onto his cock, and she leaned down and sank her sharp teeth into his shoulder. He cried out, but just slammed harder, never stopping, never letting up.
A clenching of her walls around him let Talos know that she was cumming from his unrelenting pounding. He grabbed her head and pulled her in for a sloppy kiss. He wanted to connect with her, every inch of his body molded to every inch of hers, to be so deep inside of her that they would become inseparable. They would never be split up again. He would never leave her side, and she would never leave his. The thought of spending the rest of his life thrusting into this gorgeous creature brought him closer and closer to the brink.
Pulling away from the kiss, the woman sat up, angling his cock straight up into her guts as she orgasmed a second time. This time, however, something strange happened. For a split second, as she shrieked and called out his name and pledged her undying love for him, Talos could swear that he saw a flash of another face on his wife, another body, a mane of hair were none had been before. It was just a flash, but the image became burned in Talos’s vision. Something was wrong. He wasn’t sure-
“Gah!”
His pace had slowed following the strange vision, but Soren had taken the opportunity to grab hard at his throat and bear down her pussy on his cock with all she had. He had fantasized about his wife being aggressive during sex, about her dominating him, scratching him, choking him. But he’d never told her. And now, seemingly of her own initiative, she was closing his windpipe with one hand and slamming herself onto his manhood with seemingly all her might.
The pain, the pleasure, the fear, the rush, it was all too much, too much to hold onto, too much to weather intact, and finally, he came, gasping futilely for breath while he flooded her womb with his semen. Talos’s eyes rolled up in his head. He’d never had an orgasm that powerful before, and to have it while reuniting with his beloved was a true gift.
Panting, she rolled off of him, and lying side by side they basked in the glow of their love. Talos hadn’t felt so warm in ages. He felt Soren’s lust radiating like steam, he could smell it, taste it, it filled his pores, and for a time he could think of nothing but the satisfaction that had burst free from between his legs. Slowly, the air cooled, their breathing settled, and Talos rolled over to gaze lovingly at his wife.
But when he turned, Soren was gone. In her place, pale and bright, was Carol Danvers, and she smiled when she met his gaze.
Talos jumped to his feet.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” he shouted. He couldn’t tell if this was real. Soren could shapeshift, after all. Maybe she was playing a joke on him? If she was, it wasn’t funny.
“We’re already done fucking, actually,” Carol sighed and smirked. “It’s true what they say about Skrulls, you guys are very...filling.”
“This isn’t funny,” he growled. “Soren, if you-”
“It’s me, Talos,” she said. She slowly stood, and her body began to glow, the telltale radiation of her powers that Soren couldn’t possibly emulate with her shapeshifting abilities. “It was tricky taking her form. I can see why you have to start learning from birth. Lucky for me, I’ve got all this power in me, I can take any shape I want.”
Talos backed against the wall, trembling in horror. “What have you done? Why would you do this? My wife-”
“Is fine. She’s in a cell just like this down the hall. Although, she probably heard what we were doing in here, you were not exactly silent. And she might be a little upset when she finds out you just put a baby in me. But don’t worry, I’ll talk her down.”
She reached out to put her hand on his chest, but he slid away in disgust. His eyes darted towards the Kree weapon she’d brought in with her, lying on the floor nearby.
“As for the why,” she continued, apparently unfazed by his rejection of her advances. “Well, that’s a little harder to explain. But don’t worry, you’ll understand soon enough. You’ll even get to fuck your wife again, for real this time! You just have to let my power take over your body.”
His attention snapped back to her. “You- your what?”
A sudden numbness overtook Talos’s limbs. His legs crumpled until he was kneeling, and his arms hung limply at his sides. “What happened to you?” were the last words he said with his own mind intact.
“I discovered my purpose. And I’m sharing it with you.”
She stepped forward, put her hand on his head. “How’s your tongue?” she said. He stuck it out. It was long and forked at the end, like a snake’s. “That’s what I thought. How’s about you put that to use while I let you in on what your new job is.”
She pulled him to her naked sex, and without delay he began to lap at her folds. She moaned in delight. “Yeah, baby, just like that. Watch those teeth, I’ve got a lot of work to do down there today.”
Talos wanted to weep, but the muscles in his face wouldn’t even allow his tears to fall. To all outward appearances, he was blank and docile. Inside, what remained of his sense of self was terrified. But he soon discovered, as her juices met his obedient tongue, that her taste was undeniably intoxicating. He was grateful for the exquisite taste of her, and that gratitude would be his undoing.
“You should be happy,” she sighed. “You’re going to lead your people to peace and glory, just like you wanted. You just won’t be running away to do it. With your help, the Skrulls will find joy within the Kree empire. Don’t worry, no punishments will be taken against your people for your rebellion. Sure, you’ll be slaves, but you’ll love it, trust me. Your babies will worship the Supreme Intelligence. Your women will be bred, and your men will be breeders. With my power spreading through your species, and your seed spreading through the empire, a race of Skrull-Kree soldiers with the power to change their forms will conquer worlds across the universe. You’re going to be the first race to add your special abilities to the genetic code of our new order. Isn’t that lovely?”
Talos was losing track of her words. First, his anger sent his thoughts spiraling, desperately searching for a way out. But then, the taste. It took over his senses. Her light moans and shallow breaths as she spoke, riding his tongue, it became his sole focus. He wanted to pleasure her more, so she’d emit more nectar for him to lap up, which would please her more, into infinity. His mind took the cues from his body. He couldn’t fight it. His people would be breeding slaves. If that meant he could pay Danvers back for the gift of her warm pussy on his tongue, it was worth it. And he’d come to love it, in time, just as she said.
For now, he was content at last to simply follow the waves of desire coursing through his veins. When her breathing quickened, and she pulled his face tighter against her opening, and she groaned, he slid his tongue in maddening spirals around her clit, and at last, she came, covering his mouth and chin in delightful extract. The taste was so rapturous, he came with her, spraying his spend all over her feet, pooling beneath them.
Carol grinned wickedly. The feeling of her conquest’s cum between her toes was delicious. She thought of asking him to clean her up, but she decided it would be more fun to walk around with his semen coating her feet for a bit. She might even have an idea about how best to clean if off later.
First, she had to continue with the plan.
“Alright! Time for you to reunite once more with your lovely wife, hm?”
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