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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 4: Fantastic Feats
Limbo – Pocket Dungeon
Cletus Kasady had been born with a terrifying defect. Those were the words of the judge who sentenced him to multiple life sentences for 11 murders. The only thing Kasady took offense to in that moment was the idea that he had only killed 11 people.
He’d been called crazy, cruel, unstable, sadistic, anti-social, and any number of aberrant things. He personified a man’s capacity for pure, unfettered bloodlust. Cletus didn’t recoil from that label. Instead, he embraced it. He never planned to stop killing, despite his imprisonment. However, his plans changed the second Madelyne Pryor entered the picture, albeit in a good way.
“Take me, Cletus,” the voluptuous redhead said from her bound state. “Put those new assets to good use!”
“Bitch, you’re even crazier than me. I love it!” Cletus proclaimed. “And the name’s Carnage now. That’s who’s going to fuck you silly.”
His voice seethed with newfound energy and power. The bonding between him and the newborn symbiote, courtesy of Venom, was complete. Cletus Kasady was no more. There was only Carnage.
His prison garb was gone, replaced by a reddish black substance that felt like a second skin. The deranged killer could feel the alien creature bonding with every cell in his body, enhancing and improving every function. That included his propensity for deviant desires.
Madelyne, having restrained herself with metal shackles that hung from the ceiling of the dungeon-like domain, stood before him ready to receive those desires. Armed with the abilities of the symbiote and a new persona unbound by limitations, Carnage lunged forward and unleashed his lust on the bound woman.
‘Bloodlust…lust…desire…deviant…it’s all so intense. I can feel it! This creature…this feeling…this woman…all ours for the taking.’
With a predatory screech, he created a dozen tendrils from his flesh and used them to rip off Madelyne’s clothing. She didn’t have much to begin with. That didn’t stop Carnage from tearing her top and panties to shreds, leaving her in just her thigh-high boots and black gloves.
As soon as he got a glimpse of her breasts and pussy, he attacked with more tendrils, surrounding her bound body with tongue-like appendages. She tasted delicious. It was like tasting actual, tangible deviance. His lust intensifying, he roughly grabbed her breasts with both hands and hungrily licked along the side of her neck. He even bit into her flesh a little, tasting part of her blood. As soon as it touched his lips, both he and the symbiote reacted.
‘That blood…it’s different. It’s incredible! I want more. I must have more.’
His carnal screeching intensified. Carnage bit and licked around her neck even more. Bloody wounds formed, but Madelyne showed no discomfort. She gasped, but it was not out of pain. If anything, it almost sounded orgasmic.
“Oohhh! So deviant!” the Goblin Queen said.
Encouraged, Carnage groped and kneaded her breasts harder. More tendrils shot out, smothering every inch of her naked skin. In a show of strength, he lifted her up and pulled her closer. She was practically surrounded by the symbiote’s hungry tentacles. She still didn’t look the least bit concerned. If anything, she was even more turned on. It got Carnage turned on as well.
His licked and bit around her neck and shoulders. He also guided the tendrils to other parts of her body. Some found their way between her legs, forcing them apart while they rubbed around the folds of her pussy. A few forced their way into her butt. Her wrists still bound above her head, she was completely at his mercy and very much aroused.
“That’s it, Carnage. Taste me!” the deviant redhead encouraged. “Taste my flesh…my perverse, deviant flesh.”
That might have been the sexiest thing a woman had ever told him without being terrified. Carnage had gotten rough with women before. Usually, this was the part where they started screaming in terror. Even without an alien symbiote, he terrified women. He’d had his way with more than a few, but they hadn’t been into it. They didn’t survive as a result.
Madelyne Pryor was different. His lecherous groping turned her on. He could taste it in her blood. The more he tasted her blood, the more he craved her. Just spreading carnage wasn’t enough. Through this woman, a new host of dark desires emerged.
“You crazy, horny bitch,” Carnage seethed. “You’re in need of a special kind of fucking!”
“Then, what are you waiting for?” she goaded. “Give it to me!”
For once, someone encouraged him to indulge his degenerate impulses. On top of that, he had an alien symbiote to help him indulge in ways no deranged killer had ever enjoyed. Limbo might have been torment for some, but it was Heaven for him.
He pulled the Goblin Queen’s bound body closer to his. He pushed her legs apart extra-wide and used his various tendrils to spread her outer folds. Then, from his crotch, a sizable erect penis formed. Part of it was from human flesh. It had been significantly augmented with the aid of the blackish red alien flesh. It throbbed and pulsated with anticipation. It even pointed towards her entrance, as though it had a mind of its own.
With a sadistic screech that echoed throughout the chamber, Carnage thrust the hulking member into the Goblin Queen’s pussy. Like her blood, the feeling of penetrating her flesh was tangible ecstasy.
It felt so tight, hot, and wet.
It also felt so wrong in a way that felt so right to him.
It tasted like the most forbidden kind of fruit. From that initial taste, an onslaught of ravenous lust erupted from within. Carnage, having the devious woman immersed in his grasp, began fucking her with a ferocity that would’ve broken a less crazed woman.
“Yes, Carnage! Yes! Yeesssss!” the Goblin Queen exclaimed. “Fuck me! Ravage me!”
“As…you…wish!” Carnage seethed.
He let out a gleeful roar as he humped the bound woman without mercy. He was hard and direct with every thrust, using the symbiote to make his cock throb and pulsate within her. He also kept slithering every tendril around her exposed skin, licking and tasting her succulent flesh. Even as her body rocked violently to his ravaging, he trailed his extra-long tongue down to her breasts and bit around her nipple.
More wounds formed.
More blood came gushing out.
More crimson ecstasy came.
The Goblin Queen’s cries only intensified. The way he fucked her should’ve had her crying out in pain. Instead, the line between pain and pleasure didn’t exist. The pain complemented the pleasure, so much so that Carnage sensed her nearing orgasm. He could feel it in the way her pussy throbbed mercilessly around his slithering cock.
“Yes! Ohhh I’m coming, Carnage! I’m coming!” the Goblin Queen yelled out.
“You…crazy…bitch!” he yelled.
He tried fucking her harder and rougher. He wasn’t used to a woman enjoying his bloodlust. As much as he liked it, he didn’t want to make it too easy for her. That didn’t make it any less rewarding when he heard her orgasmic cries echo through the chamber.
“Oohhhhh Carnage!”
It was music to Carnage’s ears, a siren’s song of pure deviance. Surrounded in his arms and tendrils, he felt the Goblin Queen’s body quiver with orgasmic frenzy. Her inner folds contracted around his augmented cock, as if to match the enhancements with a deviant will of her own.
It was so wrong, a woman feeling such pleasure from such ravenous fucking. That was exactly what made it feel so right. Carnage wasn’t easily impressed, but even he couldn’t help but admire the bound redhead before him. He even ceased licking and biting her flesh, gazing into her orgasmic expression.
“Beautiful,” he said distantly. “So bad, yet so beautiful.”
She looked almost mad, her face awash in orgasmic delight, yet deranged by devious desires. The way he looked at her was so antithetical to every previous victim of his bloodlust. It both encouraged and taunted him. With the taste of her blood still lingering in his mouth, these new desires intensified.
As the Goblin Queen took in the ecstasy, she locked her gaze with him. Even with her hands bound, she carried herself as though she were in complete control. It sent a clear message. If he was going to ravage her, then he would have to step up his game.
“Don’t you dare stop,” the Goblin Queen demanded. “More! Ravage me more!”
“More?!” Carnage screeched. “Hahahaha! That was light foreplay! Let the real fucking begin!”
Baxter Building – Roof
Being part of a family was easy to take for granted. People born into one see it as normal. They didn’t have to remind themselves why it was so important. They just accepted it, went about their business, and rarely give it a second thought.
Benjamin Jacob Grimm thought about family more than most and for good reason. The family he’d been born into on Yancy Street fell apart. His older brother was killed in a gang fight. His parents died shortly after. For years, he learned to handle himself without a family. Then, he found a new one with Reed, Sue, and Johnny.
Having already lost one family, Ben fought to protect the one he’d come to embrace. As the Thing, the hulking rock man of the Fantastic Four, he could fight harder than most. It was rarely easy. Just dealing with Reed’s brains and Johnny’s ego was a day-to-day challenge. Through it all, their familial bond proved to be their greatest strength.
Since the fateful accident that gave him his powers, Ben had done his share of fighting. However, protecting his family couldn’t just involve clobbering things when the time came. With Sue being pregnant and Johnny being Johnny, he had to find other opportunities to help the Fantastic Four.
Much to his chagrin, a very attractive opportunity recently came to him.
“Jean Grey-Summers,” said a humored Ben Grimm. “Well, ain’t this the least revoltin’ development in years.”
“It’s nice to see you too, Mr. Grimm,” said a smiling Jean Grey-Summers. “Thanks for meeting me on such short notice.”
“Hey, call me Ben. You got me out of a meet-and-greet with Matchstick at ESU. It was either hang out with you or watch horny college girls swoon over Johnny. No offense to the girls, but it ain’t that hard a choice.”
“And I intend to make it the best choice you could’ve made. Johnny may have the spotlight, but you’re going to accomplish more this evening.”
“That a fact or a promise?”
“A little of both,” she said.
Ben laughed as the former X-Woman descended to the Baxter Building rooftop. Already, his night was looking up.
He knew Jean from her time with the X-Men. She was there the first time Fantastic Four teamed up with the X-Men. She’d been young and inexperienced at that point, but she really grew. She’d become quite the looker too. That wide-eyed redheaded girl who once helped them beat back Mole Man had become a beautiful woman. Even though she was married, Ben couldn’t help but notice.
“I gotta say, I’m a bit surprised you called me for this little shindig,” said Ben.
“There’s a reason for that,” said Jean, “and it has nothing to do with Reed having a pregnant wife or Johnny having a short attention span.”
“Could it at least have something to do with Johnny being obnoxious around a pretty dame? Even if she’s married?”
“Maybe a little,” she replied with a humored chuckle, “but when I decided to pursue a deal between X-Corp and the Fantastic Four, I wanted it to go through you. Reed listens to you. Sue trusts you. And Johnny…well, I don’t think Johnny will appreciate the bigger picture.”
“Now, you’re just trying to butter me up.”
“Is it working?”
“I ain’t stopping you, am I?”
They shared a friendly laugh. Jean was just as likable as he remembered. She wasn’t the least bit put off by his appearance or his persona. That earned her his respect.
Under clear skies and brisk winds, the mood lightened. Jean casually stood next to him near the observation ledge of the building. It was where Ben used to come to sneak a smoke. Even after he quit, he hung out here to clear his head whenever life in the family got hectic, which was often.
Why Jean wanted to meet him on the roof was still not clear. She claimed over the phone it wouldn’t take long. He had no reason to doubt her. She didn’t even seem bothered by the evening wind, despite only wearing a pair of black jeans and a dark T-shirt. She was tougher than most women. She also had ambition, which was part of what brought her there in the first place.
“So what did you think of the package that Scott and I sent?” Jean asked as she casually leaned against the railing.
“You talking about that big, fancy stack of X-Corp papers? The same that magically showed up in my room an hour after you called?” Ben asked.
“That would be it,” she said casually.
“Well, aside from the stuff that couldn’t fit into a couple of emails, I’d say it’s pretty standard. Sure, it ain’t no Stephen King novel, but it ain’t like one of Reed’s physics lectures. You and Scottie Boy keep things simple. X-Corp finds struggling mutants, teaches them to use their powers, gets ‘em decent jobs, and helps ‘em build a life. As someone who’s had to rebuild his life more than once, I’m all for that.”
“What about the not-so-simple parts?”
“You mean the ones that involve more than a thumbs-up and a public endorsement from our end?” said Ben. “I read those parts too. It does make things trickier, but not in the way you think.”
The mood got more serious. Ben leaned on the rail next to Jean and turned his attention to the famous Manhattan skyline. It would’ve been easy for him and the rest of the family to support X-Corp’s official mission. The Fantastic Four had enough street cred to get away with that. It was no different than showing their support for the Avengers.
However, X-Corp requested more than just support. That complicated things. While Reed usually handled the complicated stuff, this was different. It required a level of trust that couldn’t easily fit into a physics equation. Ben wasn’t big on crunching numbers, but securing trust was his specialty. It had been ever since his days on Yancy Street. For the sake of protecting his family, he needed to trust Jean and X-Corp before he threw his muscle behind it.
“You guys are going the extra mile. That much I’ll give you,” Ben went on. “You got old man Worthington on board. You got the Avengers showin’ support. You even got Tony freakin’ Stark to fork over some cash. Still don’t know how you managed that.”
“What can I say? I can be very persuasive,” said Jean in a sensual undertone.
“So I’ve heard,” Ben snickered, “but writing a check is easy. You want Reed, Suzie, and the family to help with the hardware. You got the money. You got the place. You even got the mutants. But the part where you help ‘em with their powers…that requires the kind of know-how that only a few brainy people have. And there ain’t no one brainer than our own Mr. Fantastic.”
“It was either him or Dr. Doom,” quipped Jean. “We figured you’d be more reasonable.”
“Then, I’m guessin’ you know why the Fantastic Four keeps their distance from all things mutants. For as long as I can remember, we had an understanding. Us taking sides in mutant stuff just causes more problems than it solves.”
“I remember too. SHIELD and the Avengers used the same excuse.”
“Well, like my Aunt Petunia says, the best excuses in the world ain’t worth as much as a lousy reason,” Ben pointed out. “Truth is, people are scared of blowback. They think helping mutants puts ordinary folks in danger. They may not say it out loud, but that’s the rub.”
“I’m a telepath, Ben,” said Jean. “You don’t need to convince me of thoughts inspired by fears.”
“Then, you already know my thoughts on this stuff,” he said. “Say you find a mutant who needs help. You come to us. Reed builds some gizmo that helps that mutant. That mutant goes and blows up a school bus full of nuns. You see how us getting involved could get messy?”
Jean was silent for a moment. She just stared out over the skyline with him. Ben wasn’t psychic. He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but he sensed she’d contemplated a similar scenario.
It was the less glamorous part of being heroes. Taking sides, making connections, and getting involved with outside politics often caused conflicts. Unlike a Doombot, they weren’t conflicts he could clobber. Reed, Sue, and even Johnny were idealists. When it came to doing good, they kept things simple. Jean was asking the Fantastic Four to do something that put the family at risk. Being the team’s muscle, he had to be the front line of defense.
Jean, to her credit, didn’t flinch in the face of harsh truth. She just turned towards him and cast him an understanding look.
“You’re right to be worried,” she said. “There are plenty worst-case-scenarios that X-Corp could encounter. Everyone we get involved risks getting entangled in mutant affairs. Not all of them are equipped to handle an attack by killer robots, either.”
“Trust me. If that were the only problem, we’d be done already. I never mind the extra clobbering,” said Ben.
“Except, it isn’t just killer robots,” said Jean. “I don’t deny that mutant affairs tend to attract a unique kind of danger. I spent years on the front lines of that danger with the X-Men. But having seen that potential for danger up close, I’ve also seen the potential for so much more. I’ve seen the good that mutants can do when given the right opportunities. That good need not be restricted to other mutants.”
“I ain’t arguing mutants can do good. You and Summers are proof of that.”
“That’s just it. That’s the only good most people see…mutants being heroes. I believe there’s so much more we can do aside from saving the day from Magneto’s rampage. If you read the attachments to the contracts, you’d see what we can offer.”
“Sorry, but that stuff had medical lingo. Only Reed and Suzie are qualified to handle that,” said Ben.
“You don’t need a doctorate to appreciate the possibilities,” Jean went on. “One of those profiles mentioned a mutant who can heal with touch. It’s a valuable skill, but one nobody has been able to extrapolate into an effective treatment. There’s also a mutant from Australia who can make portals that nobody can quite understand. Helping them and studying their abilities could yield immense benefits.”
“And you think Reed is the only one smart enough to get those benefits?”
“That’s only part of why we’re doing this,” said Jean. “There are plenty of smart people who could help tap the potential of mutant abilities. Some may even be easier to deal with than Reed Richards. But by reaching out to you…the Fantastic Four…a family of smart, idealists who are willing to clobber things when they have to…I know you won’t make excuses.”
Just like that, it hit Ben like a sucker punch from Galactus. The bigger picture became clear. The potential of X-Corp, the benefits Jean hinted at, and the potential for good that existed just beyond the danger suddenly made sense in a larger context. Even someone as hard-headed as him could appreciate it.
He looked back over at Jean. She cast him a beaming smile, as though she could sense his mind racing with the newfound realization. There was no getting around the truth. The collective good that X-Corp and the Fantastic Four could do was vast, but doing it without excuses gave such an effort a new perspective.
It almost made too much sense. As Reed often told him, when anything made that much sense, it meant there was no use avoiding the truth.
“You really did it, Jean. You used my Aunt Petunia’s wisdom against me,” said Ben, laughing and shaking his head. “Even Reed ain’t ever pulled that off.”
“You can be wise without being smart,” Jean said with a humored grin. “That’s something my father taught me.”
“Well, you learned more than I ever did from my folks,” said Ben. “Heck, color me convinced. You want the Fantastic Four’s help making X-Corp work. You got it! Consider me your newest cheerleader. Just don’t expect me to wear a skirt.”
“Don’t worry, Ben. That’s not in the fine print,” assured Jean. “And if we have your support, I can promise X-Corp will be on your side as well. Scott and I will see to it that the Fantastic Four have access to the best resources that mutants have to offer. We’ll also make sure your family is safer and stronger every step of the way.”
“Those are some bold promises from a pretty dame,” Ben commented.
“They’re promises I can fully back up. In fact, I’d like to demonstrate one of those resources right now. Think of it as a down payment for future cooperation.”
“You don’t need to do that, but I ain’t gonna stop you if you try,” Ben said.
“I don’t need to try,” she said confidently. “Scott and I are committed to providing benefits to X-Corp’s major allies. And trust me. We’re capable of some uncanny benefits!”
She spoke in that confident, sensual undertone again. It was not the same tone he remembered the last time the Fantastic Four teamed up with the X-Men. Ben didn’t mind, having heard that kind of done from Johnny’s girlfriends on more than one occasion. However, the way Jean carried herself was a step above any of those floozies.
While he wrapped his head around the young woman’s growth, she stepped away from the railing overlooking the city and moved closer. She now stood much closer than most women did in his presence. She even smiled playfully, not the least bit put off by his rocky appearance. That, alone, was enough to make the ever-loving Thing falter somewhat.
Then, she put her hands on his temples. Even through his rocky skin, he felt her warm touch. It was a great feeling, but he already sensed that it was only a prelude.
“Whoa there! What are you doing, Jeannie?” he asked.
“Take easy, Ben,” said Jean, her voice becoming more seductive with every word. “Just close your eyes and relax your mind. I promise you’re in for a fantastic treat!”
Astral Plane – Ben Grimm’s Mindscape
“Holy freakin’ crap on a crumpet!”
Ben Grim wasn’t impressed by much. He’d traveled into space, ventured into the Negative Zone, fought Heralds of Galactus, punched out Super Skrull, and survived growing up on Yancy Street. It took a lot to impress him at this point, but Jean Grey-Summers had found a way.
“I take it you appreciate our new surroundings,” the fiery redhead teased.
“Like it? Lady, I’m gonna need a moment – or ten – to fully appreciate this!” said Ben, trying to contain his shock and excitement.
They weren’t on the roof of the Baxter Building anymore – at least, he didn’t think they were. Seconds after closing his eyes, he felt himself transported in a flash of fiery light. It was like going to sleep in one place and waking up in another, minus the part where he passed out or got blackout drunk. He now found himself in a very different setting, but one he recognized.
He was back in his dorm room at Empire State University. It was the same dorm he shared with Reed during his time as a star football player and all-around big man on campus. It looked exactly as he remembered it, right down to the dirty laundry piled up on his desk and the stack of unfinished homework on his dresser. He doubted that was a fluke.
On top of that, he wasn’t his big, scary, rocky self anymore. He was back in his prime human form, right down to his unshaven complexion, hairy chest, and toned muscles. He felt like same hard-nosed, hard-hitting Ben Grimm the year he broke ESU’s rushing record. He was even wearing the same football jersey and jeans that he often wore when he was lounging about.
It was like stepping into a fond memory and reliving it on every level. However, there was one notable change. Jean Grey-Summers was in the dorm with him and she wasn’t wearing the same mundane clothes he recalled.
“Take all the time you need, Ben,” Jean told him. “I’m kind of liking this skimpy cheerleader outfit. I might have to drop by ESU to get one for myself. I think my husband will love it!”
“He wouldn’t be the only one,” said Ben, already gawking at the beautiful figure before him, “although I don’t remember the cheerleader getup looking that skimpy.”
“Really? That’s a shame. It feels great!”
The beautiful redhead turned around and posed, admiring how the outfit looked on her shapely body. It was enough to make Ben blush, which was a hell of a feat for anyone who’d picked Johnny up from a party full of drunk women.
The red and white outfit had the same matching skirt, shirt, socks, and shoes that he remembered from the ESU cheer squad. It looked damn good on Jean. She’d even changed her hair style, adopting a pigtail look, which had been common at the time. However, Jean must have made some tweaks because he didn’t remember the skirts being that low cut. He got a glimpse of her panties when she did a brief pose. He also didn’t remember the shirt being strategically cut in a way that showed off her cleavage.
Ben certainly didn’t mind the changes. Jean didn’t seem to mind, either. In fact, wearing the outfit got her excited and not just in a peppy sort of way.
“In my defense, this whole setup is built through your memories. Everything you see and feel is a construct from your mind. The Astral Plane just makes it real.”
“That’s where we are? The freakin’ Astral Plane?”
“Yes, but think of this as a special part of it…one Scott and I recently discovered thanks to some cosmic forces.”
Her eyes flashed with a fiery glow. Through window overlooking the ESU campus, the skies flashed a similar color. It both confirmed that they were in the Astral Plane, but it also confirmed there were other forces at work. Ben had only heard about the Astral Plane because Reed mentioned in once or twice. He didn’t know the specifics of those cosmic forces Jean mentioned, but when pretty ladies were involved, he rarely cared specifics.
Whatever forces were at work, Jean Grey-Summers made her intentions abundantly clear. Feeling at home in her new attire, she walked up to him while playfully twirling one of her pigtails around her finger like. It was sexy without being trashy, a rare and special combination in beautiful women.
“One key benefit of the Astral Plane is that memories and reality are malleable,” she said to him. “It’s not a dream or a fantasy. It’s thought taking form and substance. And a big part of thought comes from desire.”
“Call it whatever you want, Jeannie girl. You’re tappin’ into some pretty basic desires for a hot-blooded college guy,” Ben said.
“It’s not as basic as you think. We’re here in this current state because of something deeper. In one part of your psyche, you’ve embraced your role as the ever-loving Thing. You love the role you play with your family. You even love clobbering things…more so than I suspected.”
“It ain’t like I keep that a secret.”
“Point taken,” she said, “but then there’s that other part of your psyche…the part that misses the feeling of skin-on-skin contact…the part that yearns for that warm, intimate feeling you get from hooking up with a cute cheerleader.”
She reached up and caressed his unshaven, non-rocky face. It did plenty to make her point.
It felt both real and intoxicating. It had been a long time since he’d felt something as simple as a beautiful woman touching his unaltered face. While he could still feel things in his rock form, it was considerably different. Experiencing that feeling, even within the exotic physics of the Astral Plane, was both profound and refreshing. It inspired him to take Jean in his powerful, muscular arms, feeling some of that skin-on-skin feeling for himself.
“Yeah…I admit it. I’ve done my share of yearning,” said Ben.
“And you’re not alone,” said Jean. “Plenty of other mutants are born with powers that affect their appearance. Many dread the possibility that they’ll never know such intimacy again. That’s something Scott and I don’t intend to ignore at X-Corp. It’s just one of the many ways we want to help them. Consider this a sample of what we can offer.”
Ben could certainly appreciate helping others in his situation enjoy a little intimacy. He only appreciated it even more when Jean leaned in and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him into a deeply intimate embrace.
Her lips tasted so sweet.
Her exposed skin felt so warm and soft.
She even smelled great. She was like fresh roses mixed with his Aunt Petunia’s cookies.
The feeling went beyond the memories of what a beautiful woman felt like. This was something different. Kissing Jean, holding her in his arms while they freely communicated some very basic desire, reconnected him with something he thought he’d never experience again. It was so powerful. It brought tears of joy to his eyes.
Even after that, Jeannie wasn’t done. As they kissed, she slipped her hand down to his pants and squeezed a growing bulge. It had been a while since Ben had felt an awkward boner in the presence of a pretty dame. He hadn’t forgotten how to make it less awkward. When Jean finally broke the kiss, she had a sexy glint in her eyes that made her desires just as clear.
“Do me, Ben,” said Jean in a lustful tone that put every college floozy to shame. “Give me that wonderful thing we both desire!”
“Damn, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve heard in years,” said Ben, “especially from a married dame.”
“You don’t have to worry. Scott and I have a special kind of marriage,” she assured him.
“So I’ve heard,” he said. “Guess that means I ain’t gotta think twice about giving you the Ben Grimm Special!”
“Ooh! What does that entail?” said Jean, sounding like a giddy schoolgirl.
“You’re about to find out.”
Ben tapped into that the old bravado that once made him ESU’s star running back. He kissed her again, lifted her up in his arms, and carried her over to his unmade bed. Jean embraced her part as the sexy cheerleader hooking up with the big guy on campus. She threw her legs around his waist, wrapped his arms around her neck, and kissed back with plenty of tongue. She even rubbed her pelvis up against his bulge, daring him to make full use of this unique opportunity.
‘It’s not a fantasy. It’s not a dream. It’s not just a star player hooking up with a cheerleader. This is as real as you want it to be, Ben. Don’t hold back. Let your desires make this real.’
That soft, soothing voice echoed in his mind. It was like an angel encouraging him to have a little fun. Ben usually didn’t like having telepaths rummage through his mind, but he made an exception for Jean Grey-Summers.
After carrying her over to the bed, he sat her down on the edge with the utmost care. Then, with his legs wrapped around her, he broke the kiss and removed his football jersey. That gave her an up-close view of his hulking upper body. Like many lucky dames before her, Jean liked what she saw. She quickly went to work pawing his chest. She even kissed around some of his manly sinews, showing she’d developed quite a sexy side since her Marvel Girl days.
“Mmm…I’m liking the Ben Grimm special so far,” she said.
“Lady, this ain’t even the appetizer!” said Ben.
Encouraged and aroused by Jean’s reaction, Ben stepped up his game. He kissed her again before trailing his lips down her neck. He even gave her ear a slight nibble. He found a lot of girls with a kinky side liked that. Jean was no exception.
As he worked his way down, he slipped a hand up her skirt and felt around her inner thighs. She was already hotter than a New York heat wave. Never one to let a dame sweat it out, he removed her panties. Jean even accommodated him, showing off some cheerleader-like flexibility and elevating her legs so he could get them off. She was even playful about it, leaning back on her arms and laughing adorably every step of the way.
Once they were off, he tossed them across the room where they landed right on Reed’s pillow. He remembered how much Reed hated that. It got him in the spirit of this feeling and this place. It also made him even more motivated when he got his first glimpse of Jean’s pussy.
“Mmm…that’s a damn fine appetizer,” he commented.
“Then, by all means…non appetite!”
Still laughing adorably, Jean kept her legs spread while twirling her pigtails around her finger. Ben accepted the invitation, dropping to his knees and grabbing hold of her thighs. Her legs were now perfectly spread in a wide V-shape, a feat befitting of a cute cheerleader. It gave him a clear path to gorge on her pussy.
Feeling more motivated than he’d been since the state championship, Ben took the plunge, burying his face in Jean’s snatch and lapping up her folds. It tasted even better than he thought. She was so moist and wet. It was like tasting his favorite treat after having been on a long diet. He hadn’t forgotten to eat a woman out, either. Having had his share of girls in college, it came back to him quickly and Jean showed her appreciation.
“Yes! Ooh yes! Ohhh Ben!” Jean squealed in delight. “Your lips…your tongue…so good! I’m getting so hot!”
She writhed like a horny minx. She wasn’t shy about it, either. As she shuddered at the sensations he evoked, she tore off the top part of her cheerleader uniform, freeing her perfectly shaped breasts. She even mirrored his actions from earlier, tossing it across the room so that it landed right on Reed’s pillow. Ben didn’t think she could’ve done anything else to turn him on even more. Then, she began fondling her breasts while he ate her out and once again proved him wrong.
‘Damn! If only the girls were this hot back in the day.’
‘Trust me, Ben. Every girl has the potential. Only a few ever realize it.’
Jean sent that telepathic message while mashing her breasts together and casting him a seductive glance. It got Ben to step up his efforts, probing deeper into her pussy with his tongue and paying extra attention to her clit.
The message was clear. Jean wasn’t one of those girls who pretended to be shy about sexy stuff. She knew what she liked and she didn’t give a damn what anyone thought about her. Ben hadn’t encountered many women like her. Having an opportunity to please felt like something no man should squander.
Having had his share of appetizers, he shot up from the floor and ditched his pants. They’d become insufferably tight by then. Between the taste of Jean’s pussy and that erotic display with her breasts, he was as hard as any rock man could be. Just tasting a woman’s pussy wasn’t enough.
She asked him to take her.
He wanted her just as much.
In the Astral Plane, every thought and desire was theirs for the taking.
“Ooh! Ben…is that the main course,” Jean purred.
“You know it, toots!” he said with that Yancy Street bravado.
She turned over and crawled towards him like a sexy minx out of his wildest fantasies. She leaned in closer, placing one hand on his chest and the other on his throbbing erection. Just feeling her tough was enough to make every fiber of his being crave her.
“It’s a bigger entire than I expected,” she said playfully, “but I think I can handle it.”
“Famous last words, Jeannie girl,” said Ben. “Come here and let’s see if you can handle this ever-loving thing!”
He took her in his powerful arms, grabbing her by that perky butt of hers and lifting her up into his powerful arms. Just like before, Jean grabbed onto his shoulders and hooked her legs around his waist. Unlike before, he didn’t lay her down on anything. He just aligned her pussy with his erect cock and, with a little guidance and maneuvering, plunged her down onto it.
“Oohhh yes!” Jean cried out. “Ben…your thing…so big!”
It was music to his ears. It went along perfectly with that fantastic feeling of her pussy enveloping his cock with her womanly warmth. She was so hot and tight. It was ecstasy in its purest form.
Ben hadn’t forgotten how sex felt. Having had so many girls in college, he’d enjoyed his share of meaningless sex with star-struck floozies. With Jean Grey-Summers, there was something more to the experience and it wasn’t just the Astral Plane. Feeling her naked body in his arms, seeing her reaction to their sex, gave Ben an intimacy he hadn’t experienced with any of the other girls he’d been with. He didn’t know what it was, but knew it was worth embracing.
‘Some dames just want a quick hump with the big football star. You ain’t just some dame, Jeannie girl. So I ain’t gonna do you like one.’
With the determination he usually reserved for clobbering Doombots, Ben gave Jean Grey-Summers the sex a woman like her deserved. He remained standing, using his powerful arms to bounce her up and down his cock, working her pussy along his rigid length. He kept his grip on her butt while she clung harder to his shoulders, her face contorting with ecstasy every step of the way.
He watched in awe, her expression twitching every time she plunged down onto his cock while her breasts bounced along with each motion. It was so beautiful and sexy. Ben was utterly captivated. He found himself kissing down her face and neck, tasting her wondrous flesh. He hadn’t been much of a kisser, even before he got turned to stone. Few women inspired that kind of passion in him. Jean Grey-Summers was just that special.
“Yes! Ooh yes! That’s it, Ben!” she panted. “Take me! Do me! Hold me! I’m close…close to coming!”
She was enjoying her taste of the Ben Grimm special more than he expected. He knew she meant those words, too. The way her nails raked down his back and shoulders made that clear. Having done plenty to show off his strength, he mixed things up for the final push.
Still secure in his arms, he carried Jean over to Reed’s bed and laid her down on top of it. Immediately, they ruffled the neatly-folded sheets that Reed always kept so clean and smooth. More than once, he’d had his way with a beautiful woman on his roommate’s bed when he was out. He didn’t do it often because it pissed Reed off, but in the Astral Plane, he might as well make the most of it.
“Hold on, toots. This is the special part!” Ben boasted.
With Jean now flat on her back – her head resting on the pile of clothes they’d discarded, no less – Ben held her legs open in a perfect spread-eagle position. From there, he propped himself on his knees so he had the best possible leverage to hump her with extra fervor. Jean seemed to appreciate his efforts. Ben might not have known advanced physics like Reed, but he knew how to utilize leverage when it came to having sex with a beautiful woman.
Armed with that leverage and his imposing strength, Ben rocked Jean’s body as hard as Reed’s bed. Her breasts bounced, her pigtails fluttered, and her face became awash with ecstasy as he guided her the rest of the way. Like breaking through an army of Mole Man’s monsters, he didn’t just take her past the threshold. He burst through it.
“Oohhh I’m coming, Ben! Oohhh I’m coming! I’m coming hard!” Jean exclaimed.
“It’s your time, Jeannie girl…your time,” he said with a grin.
It was a spectacle on par with any cosmic wonder he’d seen with the family. Watching Jean Grey-Summers climax was like watching the birth of a star. It was a hell of a sight and one he committed to memory.
Jean was a lot more animated than most women when it came to orgasms. She arched her body, grasped her breasts, and let out a high-pitched cry of delight as her lower body writhed in accord with her release. Ben swore the view outside his window became awash in cosmic fire briefly. He didn’t know if that was a product of the Astral Plane or if Jean was just that flashy when she came. Whatever the case, it was as fantastic as any other of his remarkable feats.
“That was…special,” Jean said, panting as she soaked in the feeling.
“I don’t call it the Ben Grimm special just for kicks,” Ben boasted.
“No…you don’t,” she said through her daze. “Even after missing out on such intimacy…hindered by circumstance…you still remember. You still appreciate…it’s power.”
“Of course, I do. How can I forget?”
Jean, still reeling from her peak, opened her eyes and shot up into an upright position. In an outburst of desire that surprised Ben, she threw her arms around him and kissed him. It might have been the afterglow talking, but he sensed something else at work.
“It’s not about forgetting. It’s about re-affirming,” she said after the kiss broke, “something I’m in a position to do.”
She kissed him again, this time with more force. Even the ever-loving Thing was taken by surprise. She showed uncanny strength for a lady her size. Then again, they were in the Astral Plane. This was her domain.
She took advantage of it, as well. As she kissed him, she rose off his cock and reoriented their bodies. Now, Ben was the one on his back and she was the one on top. That gave her the bulk of his leverage and she used it, straddling his waist and guiding his hands to her breasts.
“Now, it’s my turn to give you something special,” said Jean intently.
“You already have, but I ain’t complaining,” said Ben.
“I’m going to ride you. I’m going to give you some special cosmic loving…the likes of which my husband and I reserve for a select few.”
Then, if that weren’t appealing enough, she leaned in and whispered into his ear.
“And rest assured, this is something I’ll never do for Johnny,” she said. “That, I promise you.”
Just when Ben thought Jean Grey-Summers couldn’t be sexier, she somehow found a way. Upon hearing that, his expression lit up like a kid in a candy store. Looking into that seductive gaze of hers, he knew she was telling the truth. He knew when a pretty girl was leading him on and when she was telling the truth. Everything about Jean Grey-Summers felt real. Knowing he could share such a unique experience with her made it even more profound.
“Damn! You know just what to say to get a guy going,” he said in a daze.
“Good!” Jean said curtly. “You’ll need it…because it’s cosmic sexy time!”
They both laughed before kissing again. It didn’t have the same ring to it as clobbering time, but it was still a close second. That didn’t stop Jean from matching his tone and bravado.
As he enjoyed fondling her breasts, she elevated her hips, reached behind to grab his still-rigid cock, and guided it back inside her. She was still so wet and moist. Once her tight folds fully surrounded his member, she started riding him. She was not gentle or lady-like about it, either. She rode him hard.
“Yeah! You like that? You like cosmic sexy time?” she said with that Yancy Street tone.
“Ohh yeah! Ohh freakin’ hell yeah!” Ben grunted.
He watched with awe and amazement as Jean Grey-Summers worked her magic, rocking her hips and bouncing her body like a cosmic sex goddess. She put on a hell of a show, licking her fingers and rubbing her clit through each motion. She still had on that cheerleader skirt, which fluttered wildly along with her pigtails with each motion.
It was like a fantasy, but better.
It felt real, yet unreal.
It took Ben Grimm into a new domain of bliss, creating an experience that transcended any rocky exterior.
She didn’t rush it, but she didn’t draw it out, either. Through her uncanny sex appeal, Jean Grey-Summers guided him to the brink of an ecstasy the likes of which Ben thought he’d never feel again. She’d promised she would make it count. She was poised to keep that promise.
“Jeannie girl…I’m getting…real close! So…so freakin’ close!” Ben said, squeezing her breasts harder in anticipation.
“I know. I can sense it!” Jean said. “Come with me, Ben. I want this for you.”
She quickened her movements, working her pussy along his full length of his cock just a few more times to get him past that special threshold. That dam Ben never thought would burst finally cracked. When he felt it, his hardened soul became awash with a special feeling.
“Oohhh yeah!” Ben cried out.
It was a truly fantastic experience. His dick throbbed inside Jean’s tight folds, every vein and sinew tensing as he released his manly load into her. From there, a warm wave of bliss spread out all over his body, like a blanket of warmth enveloping him at every angle. Jean held his wrists and locked eyes with him, casting him a warm smile while her eyes briefly flashed with whatever cosmic power drove her.
As Ben took in the feeling, he smiled back and held her closer, shifting his hands to her face. Feeling her smooth skin and intimate warmth was like reconnecting with a part of himself that had been buried behind his rocky exterior. She willingly gave him that connection and looked damn sexy while doing it. In terms of earning his trust and proving her sincerity, Jean Grey-Summers had gone above and beyond.
“Consider this a gift, as well as a reminder,” Jean told him. “You accomplish so much as the ever-loving Thing, but you’re still Ben Grimm. You’re still a man…a strong, honorable man.”
“And you’re one hell of a dame, Jeannie,” said Ben, still short of breath. “What you just did for me…I don’t think I can thank you enough.”
“You don’t have to, Ben. You have my trust, as well as X-Corp’s. That’s all the thanks I need.”
She cast him another sweet, caring smile and kissed him again. He returned the gesture, sharing one last intimate embrace before their bodies parted.
Even after the feeling and the moment past, they remained on Reed’s bed. He remained on his back, his arm draped around the naked Jean-Grey Summers. She remained comfortably curled up next to him, playfully trailing her finger down his hairy chest. Ben could already feel the constructs of the Astral Plane shifting in accord with his thoughts. It was like a sun setting on a particular day. While he knew the experience had to end, he still sought to enjoy every last moment of it.
“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to linger here for a bit,” said Ben.
“I understand completely,” said Jean. “Don’t worry. I can keep us here for as long as the afterglow permits.”
“I appreciate that,” he said to her, “and don’t think I ain’t gonna try to make this up to you. After what you just did for me, I’m gonna work extra hard and clobber even harder to help X-Corp. Expect Reed to put that big brain of his to good use for you and your mutant pals.”
“And I’ll make sure X-Corp does its part, as well,” said Jean. “For you and your family, we can do no less.”
“Jean, you just helped this here lug-head get frisky with a pretty dame in the Astral Plane. What more can you do?”
He’d said that as a joke. However, Jean didn’t laugh as much as he expected. Instead, she just cast him this strange, yet adorable grin before crawling back on top of him and resting her chin on his chest. Ben was no telepath, but even he could sense when a beautiful woman had something big in mind.
“You’ll find out in due time, Ben Grimm,” she said to him, “as it just so happens, my husband is working on another connection, as we speak…one we hope will benefit X-Corp, the Fantastic Four, and so much more!”
Abandoned Roxxon Lab – Colorado
“Yes! Yes! Oohhh, by the Goddesses of Femizonia, yes!”
The appropriately thunderous moans of Thundra echoed throughout what had once been Roxxon’s most advanced research facility. It had been her make-shift home since defeating the Grapplers with Ben the “Thing” Grimm and his allies. It was usually a quiet place where she rested, trained, and worked on a means of getting back to the 23^rd century. That changed after Scott “Cyclops” Summers paid an unexpected visit.
‘In my time, men are mere subjects…a necessary, albeit inconvenient, aspect of Femizon society. We surpassed them in every possible form…physically, mentally, and socially. Some even saw them as obsolete. Yet here I am, a Femizon out of time, once again affirming that men have plenty to offer. Some just offer more than others.’
Thundra was getting more than she’d expected of any man outside of combat. She and Scott Summers were locked in a battle of passions, albeit one that tested more than her considerable combat skills. Instead of an arena or battlefield, they were in her oversized bed, completely naked and entwined in sexual union. The stakes, however, were very different from a typical battle.
“Thundra…Femizona’s greatest warrior…have I proven my worth yet?” asked a determined, yet impassioned Scott Summers.
“Not yet, but…you’ve proven more…than I expected,” the Femizon warrior conceded.
“Then, I’ll just have to fight harder!”
Had any other man not named Ben Grimm said those words, she would’ve scoffed. When Scott initially proposed to prove his worth through an act of coitus instead of combat, she’d scoffed at that too. Then, he demonstrated unexpected prowess, both in terms of determination and an unusual connection to the Phoenix Force, a power that even Femizons respected.
He once again showed he knew how to channel it. He had her in an upright position in the center of the bed, her legs hitched around his waist while she rocked her hips and worked her womanhood along the length of his erect penis. Scott was upright as well, firmly gripping her hips and supplementing her every movement. As their naked bodies moved, their eyes remained locked in a battle of wits and passions.
“Keep fighting, Scott Summers!” Thundra told him as she tightened her grip on his shoulders. “Phoenix or no Phoenix…I will not yield.”
“I never asked you to yield,” he replied while squeezing her butt. “I only…request…your allegiance.”
“Allegiance…must still…be earned.”
“And I…intend…to earn it!”
Scott Summers said those words with the tone of a warrior, as well as a lover. Thundra gazed at him with her Femizon grit, but he gazed right back with those fiery eyes that glowed with cosmic flare. No matter how determined her gaze, Scott matched it every step of the way. She threw every bit of her Femizon strength and prowess into their sex. Scott threw it right back at her with cosmic, masculine might.
Their sex shook both the bed and the foundations of the facility. She could even hear parts of the wall cracking. That did nothing to break Scott’s focus, so she didn’t dare let it break hers. She’d already climaxed several times. That was more than she’d had in any previous sex act involving a man and by a considerable margin.
First, she tried pinning him on his back and riding him until he acknowledged her dominance. That only resulted in no concession, but an intense orgasm. Second, she got on her hands and knees and dared him to take her from behind. He accepted that challenge and somehow managed to make her come again. She even challenged him to shared oral sex, which others in this time referred to as a 69 position. Where she came from, it was a test of intimate knowledge that few men could pass. Again, Scott passed it and she achieved another orgasm as a result.
Thundra would’ve accused him of mocking her had he not proven so worthy of her sex. She certainly didn’t expect such a feat from a man of this time, even one imbued with the Phoenix Force. He’d arrived at her secluded dwelling seeking only her support in a new endeavor involving human mutants, unique opportunities, and expansive allegiances. She would’ve brushed him off had he not mentioned that his wife, Jean Grey-Summers, was working to include Ben Grimm within that allegiance.
What started as a conversation became a negotiation. Scott Summers asked that Thundra offer her skill, expertise, and strength in protecting vulnerable mutants and teaching them the best Femizon values. In exchange, he offered to connect her with those who could help her return to the 23 ^rd century. Somewhere within that negotiation, a debate on the intimate worth of men emerged. Somehow, that ended with her challenging him to a contest, which led to her bedroom. She’d since forgotten the details, but couldn’t deny the results.
‘He’s so driven and determined…willing to fight for something without fighting. He understands that worth must be proven. Combat is the primary way of the Femizons, but it is not the only way. And as much as I relish combat…I’m glad he chose this way!’
Their sex intensified.
Their movements became harder, faster, and more fervent.
Their flesh clashed, naked skin roughly grinding against naked skin.
Thundra kept daring him with her eyes to fuck her as hard as the Phoenix Force would allow. He kept responding with unwavering focus, his eyes glowing brighter with every ravenous hump. She raked her nails down his upper back while he squeezed her butt. It was a test of wit as much as it was a test of intimacy. However, unlike combat, determining a victor was no easy task.
“You think…you can do it?” the Femizon warrior asked intently. “You think…you can make me…come again?”
“I don’t think. I know,” Scott Summers said with equal intensity. “I’ll even…come with you.”
“Is that…a boast?”
“No…a promise,” he said, “and I keep my promises!”
He spoke to the heart of Femizon values, showing strength as well as honor. At some point, even a hardened warrior like Thundra had to respect him. That still remained contingent on him keeping his word, but unlike most men she’d encountered in this time period, he’d proven his capabilities thus far. It was just a matter of completing the task before him.
To that end, Scott Summers made his final push. His eyes flashed brighter and his body became surrounded in a fiery halo. Thundra could feel the cosmic energy radiating from his masculine form. It was so warm and powerful. That feeling extended to his penis. The way it slid and slithered within her vagina stimulated parts of her body that she didn’t think men of this age even knew about. He was going to make her come again. There was no way around it.
“You think yourself…a man…of your word?” Thundra said through labored gasps.
“That’s…what I’m about…to prove!” Scott told her.
He thrust his hips harder while employing his upper body strength through the final round of movements. The bed rocked harder and the sensations grew more intense. The Femizon warrior could already feel the orgasmic release approaching. Her expression finally faltered and her toes began to curl.
She could’ve resisted. She could’ve made it harder for him. He was a man. Femizon society had subjugated men. She’d been taught from birth that men were weak, crude, and inferior. She traveled back in time not expecting those values to be challenged. Ben Grimm put the first dent in those ideas by proving himself a worthy fighter. Now, Scott Summers was doing the same in matters of sex.
One man defying expectations was a fluke, but two was a sign. Finally, as she crossed that point of no return, the truth sank in. Another man from this primitive era proved himself worthy of Femizon respect. Scott Summers kept his word. He made her come.
“Oohhh Goddess, yes!” Thundra exclaimed.
The powerful Femizon let out a moan that was every bit as intense as her war cry. Her determined look finally faltered. As another wave of pleasure shot up through her body, she closed her eyes and threw her head back, abandoning herself to the ecstasy.
“Thundra…” was all Scott could get out over her spectacle.
Having kept his word, he gave in as well. As her womanhood throbbed and contracted around his member, he achieved his own release. It was definitely the strongest yet. She could feel the intensity of the sensations within his masculine sinews. It made for a rare sharing of ecstasy between male and female.
In her time, such mutual bliss was almost unheard of. The sex act was either an act of domination or a gift from one lover to another. The notion that such a feeling could be shared equally was radical. Men certainly weren’t expected to value a woman’s pleasure, let alone prioritize it. She’d met more than a few men in this era who conducted themselves that dishonorably, but Scott wasn’t one of them. It left an impact that went beyond yet another orgasm.
‘He kept his word. He satisfied my every desire…and then some. He proved himself in ways that any Femizon can respect. And he did so in a way that felt good…very, very good.’
Thundra, being a warrior at heart, knew when a battle was won and lost. What she and Scott Summers just shared wasn’t a battle, but it carried similar connotations. If every battle contained a lesson, then she’d definitely learned something profound.
“Scott Summers…emissary of X-Corp…vessel of the Phoenix Force,” Thundra said in her orgasmic daze.
“Thundra…Femizon from woman-dominant future,” he said, equally breathless.
“You’ve proven yourself…and satisfied a Femizon. Such a feat is noteworthy in any era.”
“Good to know,” the former X-Men leader said with a humored grin.
She smiled back, a gesture she rarely shared with a man. She gladly made an exception. Scott Summers had done plenty to earn it and so much more.
Their flesh finally parted, their lower bodies in need of rest. They both collapsed to the bed, lying on their side and facing one another. They still remained close, their naked bodies still radiating plenty of warmth. Thundra didn’t usually linger in the intimate presence of a man after she’d had her intimate time with him. Again, she made an exception and it had far greater implications.
“So…does this mean you’re amenable to helping X-Corp?” Scott asked, still short of breath. “Can we depend on Femizonia’s greatest warrior to protect the mutants we seek to help.”
“Ah yes, I haven’t forgotten your proposal,” Thundra said with a humored laugh, “although I admit, I was rather distracted from the details.”
“That’s entirely understandable,” said Scott, laughing as well. “If you need time to think about it, take as much as you want. I left my contact info and a stack of papers. You can even talk to my wife if you’d rather discuss it with her.”
“I might just reach out to your wife to commend her for winning the love of such an honorable man…who also happens to be very skilled in the art of sex.”
“She already knows, but I won’t stop you from belaboring that.”
Thundra laughed and rolled her eyes. Great sex aside, there were some constants of men that never changed. Boasting and affirming their sexual prowess was one of them. Even so, she still intended to reach out to Jean Grey-Summers. She suspected they would have plenty to talk about in terms of men, women, love, intimacy, cosmic forces, and the joys of having sex with Scott Summers.
“But I don’t need her counsel to know what is right,” said Thundra in a more serious tone. “As long as I am trapped in this time period, I will continue to conduct myself as an honorable Femizon. That involves keeping my word and protecting those I’ve sworn to protect. And for this noble endeavor that you call X-Corp, I promise you my strength, as well my Femizon spirit.”
“Glad to hear it,” said Scott. “I also promise you X-Corp’s resources. We already have a young female mutant in Australia whose powers involve temporal disruptions. She should help you in your effort to return to your own timeline.”
“I appreciate that, but I’m in no hurry to go back just yet,” she told him. “This era has proven quite insightful since I arrived.”
“In a good way, hopefully.”
“To be honest, Ben Grimm was among the few good reasons for me to stay, explore, and learn. But you, Scott Summers, have just given me even more. I never doubted that there were many battles to fight in this era. I just had no idea they would take so many forms.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” said Scott. “Changing perspectives often changes the nature of conflict. No matter what time we’re in, conflict keeps changing. The best we can do is change with it.”
“Spoken like a true warrior and a skilled lover,” said Thundra with another smile, “but take it from a warrior who has seen many battles in many eras. Oftentimes, conflict will change in ways you don’t expect. Just pray to the Goddesses that you’re prepared to confront whatever form it takes.”
Limbo – Pocket Dungeon
“Yes! Yes! Take it! Take it!”
The booming, seething voice of Carnage echoed within the confined dungeon like concentrated thunder. The deranged killer once known as Cletus Kasaday was long gone. Carnage, the symbiotic offspring of Venom, had taken over and fully bonded with him. Driven by bloodlust and empowered by the Goblin Queen, he’d been given a chance to exercise his new abilities in a domain where they fit right in. Not surprisingly, he took full advantage of it.
‘That’s it, Carnage! Ravage me. Desecrate me. Relish my flesh the same way you relished the pained cries of your victims. Keep pretending you’re in complete control.’
From an outside perspective, Madelyne Pryor was being brutally violated by the deranged Carnage. He had her completely surrounded in his reddish black tendrils. He’d wrapped her arms and legs with them, using them to manipulate her body to his liking so he could fuck her in every way he desired.
Carnage had been unrelenting, taking full advantage of the malleable form of the symbiote. He used it to augment the size, shape, and flexibility of his penis. Like a slithering snake, it pumped and probed her pussy with ravenous vigor. He also formed other penis-shaped appendages from his body and used them to fuck her ass, giving her multiple doses of double penetration. She’d reacted with sadistic glee, as though she hoped for that sooner.
“Yes, Carnage! Yes! That’s what I want!” she’d told him. “Come on! Do your worst!”
The maddened killer took that as an insult and a challenge. He formed even more penis-shaped tendrils and began shoving them in her mouth, silencing her and forcing her to perform oral sex on them. She did so without hesitation, sucking them off, even as they tried to gag her with their slithering movements.
Being fucked in all three holes still wasn’t enough, though. Carnage employed more aggressive tactics. He squeezed her breasts, bit her nipples, and raked his jagged flesh over her naked skin. That created bloody wounds all over her body, but Madelyne never once showed a twinge of agony. In fact, the pain pleased her.
For a sadistic killer, it sent mixed messages. It also led him directly down a particular path…one that ensured she had control of his bloodlust moving forward.
‘He thinks he’s tormenting me. He thinks he’s humiliating me. I don’t doubt he enjoys it, fucking me with his alien suit. He just can’t see the unavoidable truth. At the rate he’s going, he won’t even care if he does.’
He kept seething and screeching with sadistic glee, fucking her every hole and tearing at her exposed flesh like a rabid animal on wounded prey. He’d already climaxed multiple times, releasing several loads of seminal fluid into her pussy, ass, and mouth. However, the symbiote had modified the biology of their sex and Madelyne had adjusted as well, thanks largely to the know-how provided by her creator.
‘Sinister’s files on symbiotes were incomplete, but sufficient. He abandoned them for good reason. Their effects are unpredictable. He saw their sentience and emotional attachments to hosts as a liability. If only he had the imagination to exploit it…’
Carnage’s many tendrils throbbed as he achieved another climax, releasing a fresh load of viscous fluid into her holes. Thick, seminal liquid seeped from her lips, pussy, and asshole. It had the same consistency as traditional cum, but the symbiote attempted to enhance it, like it did with everything else. That was where Madelyne exploited it.
The deranged killer still hadn’t noticed her eyes flashing every time he climaxed. He definitely didn’t notice the arcane energy she unleashed every time he thought he was securing his dominance over her. Belasco hadn’t left much behind after he helped Emma Frost escape, but between his knowledge of the mystic arts and Sinister’s scientific resources, turning the Carnage symbiote against itself was almost too easy.
“You still want it? You still haven’t had enough?” the deranged figure hissed after withdrawing a tendril from her mouth.
“Ha! Of course not!” Madelyne scoffed, spitting bits of his cum to the side. “I told you to ravage me. I gave you free reign. And yet, it’s so…inadequate.”
“Ooh! Are you daring me to be even crazier? Because nobody has ever lived long enough to be that foolish!”
“I’m no fool, Carnage. Question is…how much crazier can you be for me?”
Through the symbiote’s alien flesh, Kasaday’s face briefly appeared again. He looked both insulted and encouraged. It might have been the first time anyone had pushed his bloodlust. He was already mad before he’d encountered the symbiote. Now, he was in uncharted territory in terms of madness.
“Crazy? I’ll show you crazy!” Carnage proclaimed.
He resumed his savage assault, forming fresh tendrils from his body and fucking her every which way. That included shoving a fresh, penis-shaped tendril into her mouth and pumping it into her with such force that a lesser woman would’ve choked. Madelyne barely flinched. She just sucked back while more tendrils entered her pussy and ass.
Carnage was even more brutal than before, pumping each appendage into her holes. He also scratched and clawed at her flesh, causing more wounds and welts. Even so, Madelyne showed no signs of pain, discomfort, or fear. Her eyes just kept flashing, channeling more mystic energy into the crazed figure. Unlike Daken, he didn’t bother resisting. It was almost too easy.
‘He’s giving in. Cletus Kasaday was already a psychopath. There wasn’t a dark whim he dared resist. He embraced his role as a deviant…accepting his fate as a killer and a sadist. The rest of the world was disgusted by him. Everyone else feared him. Now, here I am…tapping into that depraved nature…giving it something it never had before.’
Again and again, Carnage fucked her with reckless abandon. At every turn, Madelyne just poured more fuel on the fire. He tried everything he could to instill fear and dread. At one point, he used his serpent-like tongue to kiss her and gag her. She still didn’t flinch.
The message was clear. There was nothing he could do to make her cower like his many victims. There was no amount of brutality, fucking, or ravaging that would make her yet another victim. She confronted Cletus Kasaday with something he didn’t think was possible. She was a woman he could not terrify, let alone satisfy.
That didn’t stop from trying. However, no matter how hard he fucked her or how many times he shot his cum into her, Madelyne kept casting him that penetrating gaze. Every time her eyes flashed, her hold on him tightened. Like Daken, his desires became aligned with hers. Everything he wanted began centering around her.
Even with the enhancements of the symbiote, it was only a matter of time before his will gave out. That moment was close. She could sense it.
“You…incredible…bitch,” Carnage seethed. “Are you even real? Is my crazy…not enough for you?”
Madelyne scoffed, spitting out the cock-shaped tendril from her mouth and staring down his menacing gaze without a shred of fear.
“I’m still unfulfilled. What do you think?” she told him.
“I think…you’re a special kind of crazy.”
“You’re half-right,” she said. “I’m also quite sane in what I desire. What about you, Carnage? What do you desire?”
That should’ve been an easy question to answer for a self-professed psychopath. It wasn’t like Cletus had been subtle about his depraved tendencies. However, even in the face of such a simple inquiry, he reacted with a maddened hiss. It was a sign that he had passed the point of no return.
‘And just like that…I have someone else whose sole desire is to see get mine.’
The Goblin Queen would’ve laughed had Carnage not silenced her with another cock-shaped tendril. To his credit, he still attempted to finish the job. He tried to ravage her a few more times, but at this point, neither his human side nor his alien enhancements could continue. At some point, he had to accept that he’d reached his limit. The only way he was ever going to exceed it was by following her.
She didn’t count how many more times he got off, fucking her holes with his alien flesh. It didn’t matter. Madelyne had already made her point. He wasn’t going to satisfy her. When he finally reached his limit, he got off one last release, filling all three of her holes at once. Then, he collapsed to the floor, his reddish black flesh finally pulling back from her body.
“It’s official. I’m…out of crazy,” Carnage said breathlessly. “Never thought I’d say that with a straight face.”
“It’s no laughing matter, I assure you,” said the Goblin Queen.
As the menacing creature lay on the ground, Madelyne stood over him, her body covered in wounds, welts, and scratches. Thick trials of cum dripped from her face, breasts, butt, and pussy. Her hair was a mess, as was the rest of her body. She looked like someone who had been brutally gang-banged, but didn’t wasn’t the least bit distressed.
Then, as if to belabor her point, she snapped the shackles off her wrist with ease and stood under her own power over Carnage. While she casually threw aside the metal shards, her wounds began healing with ease. In a matter of minutes, thanks to a mix of magic and mutant healing, she looked as unblemished as she did when she first encountered him.
“That’s…not fair,” said Carnage, “not that I’m complaining.”
“People like us don’t play fair, Carnage,” said Madelyne. “We can’t if we’re to get what we want.”
“I love how much you understand me. I swear the more I’m around you, the more I want to stick around.”
“That’s no accident, I assure you. You might even say that our destinies are now officially entwined.”
Now fully healed, the Goblin Queen laid down on top of the dazed and deranged Carnage. Her naked skin once again pressed up against his alien flesh. Without a shred of fear, she caressed his face. As if by instinct, the symbiote parted to reveal Cletus Kasaday’s face. He gazed up at her with a mix of awe and madness.
She smiled down at him, knowing she had him under her spell. He was crazy, bloodthirsty, and empowered by an alien creature. Carnage’s fate might have led him down many destructive paths. For now, his path was aligned with hers. Someone with his talents and depravity would prove useful for what she had planned.
“My sexy, alien-fucking Goblin Queen,” Carnage said. “As far as I’m concerned, you can say whatever the fuck you want. Whatever crazy, kinky shit you’ve got in mind, count me in!”
“Glad to hear, my darling Carnage,” the Goblin Queen said. “I hope you haven’t exhausted all your crazy bloodlust. For what I have planned…and who I plan to involve, for that matter…we’re going to need it.”
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