Alex stepped off the boat onto warm sand, blinking against the sunlight like a man seeing nature for the first time since Steam Sales were invented.
"Okay," he muttered, "this might actually be worth pausing a game for."
The island was… ridiculous. Like, brochure-level perfect. Clear turquoise water gently rolled up onto the pristine white shore. Palm trees swayed in the breeze like they had a personal stylist. The horizon was dotted with hazy green cliffs and a single wooden dock extended into the sea like something out of a peaceful JRPG.
The island was in Japan, but it wasn't part of a Japan that could be Googled. There were no crowds, no concrete. Just sea, sky, sun, and a gentle tropical wind.
The path leading from the dock was lined with stepping stones and delicate paper lanterns. It twisted through a shaded grove until it opened to a small compound—a mix of traditional Japanese ryokan architecture and modern comfort. The main building looked like a seaside dojo met a minimalist luxury hotel. There was a guest house, a hot spring tucked behind a bamboo grove, and even what looked like an open-air meditation platform.
This was all Natasha's doing. Two months ago, she'd casually mentioned buying an island. "Just something nice," the Black Widow said. "Somewhere quiet. You could use some sun. And there's a surprise."
At the time, he'd nodded politely and gone back to playing Marvel Rivals. The house was full of interdimensional visitors—Emma Frost wouldn't stop trying to choke his dick with her thighs, and Wanda was still investigating time-space anomalies. Oh, and trying to shrink his dick in an attempt to finally get one over him. All attempts failed and she received a heart creampie in return.
Anyway, Alex had been busy. Gaming, buying stuff online, having sex, and everything else a young male of his age could dream of.
But now, curiosity (and Natasha's wanton begging when he fucked her from behind) had brought him here.
He heard something. Wind? Out toward the sandy part of the island, Alex let himself follow what seemed to be wind. He expected maybe Natasha in sunglasses. Instead…
His eyes went wide.
First off, he saw a fat, juicy heart-shaped ass in a green V-shaped bikini bottom. Secondly, he saw a katana being swung and then sheathed. He swore he saw a one-handed hand seal too, like something straight out of Naruto.
Third, the woman turned to face him.
Even from far, the sunlight caught the shimmer of her pink-green swimsuit and the beauty of her hourglass figure. She was tall, poised, and statuesque, with deep violet hair tied into a sleek high ponytail that swayed like a ribbon. Her eyes, sharp and blue, met his.
Did his heart skip a beat? Yeah. Did his balls churn? Also yeah. Both were possible for a beauty of this scale.
Walking over and getting closer, he noted the criss-cross pink-green top and the generous show of cleavage. Then he noted the twin katana hilts crossed over her back like it was the most casual thing in the world to be armed on a tropical beach. Her toned figure was athletic and elegant, and the entire look was somehow functional and devastatingly hot at the same time.
"Greetings. Gokigen'yō."
Translation: How do you do? That much, he remembered from his hundreds of hours of Marvel Rivals. Because yes, this was a woman from the video game he was addicted to.
"You're…Psylocke."
"I am. It is an honour to meet you, Alex." She did a deep, samurai-style bow. Alex looked down at her confused and followed suit.
"M-me too."
Psylocke returned to her full height and walked past him, away from the sandy beach where she had been training and toward the main house. "I doubt the Widow explained. Come on. I will explain."
The Widow? She must have been referring to Natasha. Alex followed her, sneakers crunching on the sand. There was a lot of sand here.
'A lot of ass too.'
Psylocke's figure needed no introduction, it was the glorious ideal hourglass. Fat ass with a C-cup or D-cups and then snatched waist. He tried not to stare at her rear too much. Okay, he peeked anyway.
"So, um…you know then?" Alex said. "About me and everyone else?"
"About your uncanny ability to summon us from your game? Yes," said Psylocke.
"Great, okay. Um, but, so how…are you here?" Alex asked. "Every other Marvel Rivals character who's popped out of my screen has appeared, like, around me. This is the first time I'm meeting you."
"That's because you didn't see me," Psylocke said without turning. They were going up a staircase. "Two months ago, I came through your computer. I believe at the time you were in your living room busy with the television screen."
"H-huh? You did?"
"Yes," she said. "You were. You were playing on your television screen and didn't even notice."
"Oh."
"I did not want to get caught up in the madness," she continued. "I'm used to staying out of sight.. I slipped out of your mansion before you ever looked up." She looked over her shoulder. "But the Black Widow noticed."
"Natasha?"
"Indeed. She was there that day and caught my scent. She saw the footprints I left behind in your wet backyard. It was a rookie mistake. I panicked from losing my powers. The Widow found me at a café in New Orleans a day later. I was trying to gather intel. Figure out if this dimension was stable. The Widow sat down across from me, said nothing, and just handed me a coffee."
Classic Natasha.
"She asked questions. Listened. Then she made me an offer. She said I could stick around and help manage your financial situation. And in return…" Psylocke gestured around them. They were at the house and yet still they did not stop. "I got this."
"You help manage my finances?" Alex asked. "How?"
"Those that ask too many questions are purged."
"Y-you kill them?"
She had not skipped a beat in her walking. Alex could sense the scowl on her face. "It matters not the world. Too often, men prove themselves worse than demons. I only killed those that were deserving of it."
It seemed like there was a lot of backstory and lore to unpack there. Alex didn't know how to begin to ask so he stayed quiet. She stopped at the deck of the beach house and turned to him. "Bottom line: I have been running this island behind the scenes for the past two months. The Widow made me part-owner. And since you technically own half…" She handed him a key card. "This is yours. You are the Lord of this island."
Alex stared at it. "You want me to keep this?"
"It is only fair. Without you and the solid foundation you brought, this would not be possible." Psylocke nudged the key card and he tentatively took it. "Welcome home."
For a moment, he just looked around. The waves, the sunlight, the smell of salt in the air. A far cry from the neon blur of battle arenas and the weird chaos of his mansion.
Psylocke—Sai was her real name, right?—watched him with a slightly softer expression.
"I used to think," Psylocke said quietly, "that if we could just fix the timelines, stabilize everything, then I'd go back. To my world. My mission. My era."
Alex looked at her.
"But here? There's peace. I don't have to fight to survive. I don't have to be a weapon. I have... time. Gardens. Fresh food." She glanced toward the sea. "It is not the future I expected, but… it's not a bad one."
Alex gave her a thoughtful nod. "You like it here."
"I do," Psylocke admitted. "More than I thought I would. Although I suspect once the Scarlet Witch is able to find out what caused our appearance, I will likely have to…" The implication hung there, unspoken. A beat of silence passed before she added, with a smile: "Fukuoka is only an hour long boat's drive away. Join me for tomorrow."
Alex smiled back and accepted the offer.
She gestured toward the house. "Allow me to take you on a tour. Please, stay close."
"Sure."
As they walked, she pointed out features: a solar-powered greenhouse, a traditional hot spring bath, even a small dojo where she trained every morning before breakfast.
"There's a meditation platform near the cliffs," Psylocke said. "The view is sublime at sunrise. You should see it."
They turned back toward the house. The sun was dipping slightly, casting a warm gold glow over everything.
"I will start dinner," Psylocke said. "We've got fresh tuna and lemongrass."
"You cook, too?"
"I do everything, Alex," she said with a small smile. "I have been trained in all the arts."
"Well…" Alex would have rolled up his sleeves if he had some. Natasha told him to show up in swim trunks and she was right to. It was hot here. "Let's work together. I'm not a bad cook myself."
***
Dinner had been a quiet triumph. Slices of perfectly seared tuna, lemongrass butter glaze, fresh rice, and a side of pickled vegetables Sai had made entirely from the garden behind the house. They'd worked in sync, passing ingredients, trading compliments, sharing light banter over slicing technique and plating strategy. For two people who'd only just formally met, they cooked like they'd shared a kitchen for years.
After the dishes were cleaned and the evening was beginning to settle overhead, Psylocke stretched and looked toward the nearby grove. "Hot spring?"
"Uh…hot spring?"
She nodded and answered a question he hadn't meant to ask. "There's no divider. I live here alone. And I don't exactly care about modesty. Do you?"
"Oh." Frankly? Alex shrugged. "I'm good."
A nod from Psylocke, curt and professional. It was impossible to tell if she had ulterior motives or if those glances to his swim trunks were mere coincidence.
The hot spring was nestled just behind the house, surrounded by bamboo and smooth volcanic rock. Steam curled lazily into the night air. The spring itself glowed faintly, lit from beneath by subtle, warm lights embedded into the stone walls. It was the kind of place that looked hand-crafted by monks with too much aesthetic taste.
As they walked down the stone path, Alex asked, "Don't you get lonely all by yourself?"
Psylocke replied coolly, "I usually visit Fukuoka once a day. It is the closest city to here. It is only about an hour away by boat. Markets are nice. I get fresh tofu, fish, and... people."
Alex gave her a glance. "Are you sure that's enough?"
"I am an introvert. I enjoy meditating and without my old powers, I sometimes feel…" She shook her head. "Nevermind."
Alex didn't want to push. "Okay."
They reached the edge of the spring and began undressing casually—no big deal, no awkward silence, just two people who had become oddly comfortable with each other in less than a day.
The sexy ninja was graceful and fluid, slipping out of her bikini like she was shedding armor. Alex pulled off his swim trunks in one fell swoop, pretending that he didn't see her bare pussy. Fortunately, he'd get another look at it when Psylocke whipped around from the ensuing sound of cock.
Thwap! Something slapped against his thigh like a sandbag falling off a truck.
The baddie blinked, then blinked again. Her mouth opened just slightly.
Alex found the towel on a nearby bench. This hot spring really was only meant for personal use. As for Psylocke, she looked away so he didn't get to see the expression of his face. Hell, he didn't notice the shock.
"Oh wait." Alex stopped and put the towel down. "Are we supposed to take it."
A beat passed.
"N-no. Of course not." Then she turned away quickly and stepped into the spring, her face carefully neutral. "The water's perfect."
"Ah, got it. I kinda only know about Japanese etiquette from anime." Alex stepped in after her. Wow, it was far, far different to any ordinary bath. It was as though heat itself soaked into his skin.
He let out a sigh. "Wow…yeah, this is amazing." Alex sighed a second time. He hoped Psylocke would add her wisdom. She seemed smart, you know? Except nothing. Alex was on one side, Psylocke was on the other, and she dipped her whole body down deep. Like a ninja on stealth mode.
It was a bit unfortunate. The water was thick and the steam was heavy so he couldn't see her breasts. Moreover, the silence that followed wasn't awkward, but it definitely had… layers. Steam rose gently between them as they relaxed into the warmth of the spring.
"So, uh, did you build this yourself?"
"We had a private construction company, of course."
"Right, right, no powers."
"Mhm…"
When she spoke, her lips momentarily left the water. After the last remark, she decided to just sit up and relax like a normal person. She avoided eye contact. Alex couldn't avoid it because of her tits.
'Pink nipples,' he noted. 'Small too. Her boobs are cute.'
Boobs and cute; a strange combination that made Alex chuckle to himself.
"This is nice," Alex said eventually. "Like, really nice. And I'm glad that you're enjoying my world. Until this all gets sorted out, I hope you're at least happy."
"I am." Psylocke closed her eyes. "I…wasn't sure I'd enjoy this world. No powers, no team, no mission. I thought I'd go back as soon as I could. My my best friend, Logan, I miss him most."
Alex knew she wasn't talking about Wolverine but a wolf she had with her. "The huge wolf, right?"
There was a flicker of surprise, then understanding. "Ah, the video game told you? Yes, I do wish to see him." She paused. "But I haven't and…I am not sure I will. I am not sure I want to go to where he is, where the world is chaos and demonic."
Alex looked at her. He tried to get closer and succeeded. Suddenly, they were shoulder to shoulder. "Why not?"
"I think," Psylocke said, "I started enjoying the stillness. The choice to be still. To not have demons."
They sat side by side and looked up at the evening darkness. Soon, the stars would unveil themselves. "The stars are the same," she suddenly said. "It is a beautiful sky indeed, and one without the murk of the oni."
Oni, right. They were demons and enemies of Psylocke according to her lore. Alex let out a slow breath. "You ever think maybe we ended up here because it's where we needed to be?"
She glanced at him. "Perhaps. Perhaps." She smiled.
The spring water lapped gently against the edges of the rocks as the two sat side by side in silence, steam curling around them like a quiet blanket. Cicadas buzzed faintly in the trees and the distant ocean murmured against the shore.
The female ninja had closed her eyes, arms resting loosely along the edge of the spring, hair damp and sticking to the curve of her back. She decided to take a step forward to let her hair completely fall into the water.
Then she felt him move.
Alex slid behind her, shifting the water with barely a splash. She opened her eyes just as he reached out, scooping a handful of warm water and gently pouring it over her head.
"What are you doing?" Psylocke asked, brows lifting.
"Washing your hair," he said, casual. "You cooked, I clean. It's fair."
Psylocke opened her mouth to argue but stopped when his fingers threaded into her scalp.
He was gentle. Strong, but unhurried. His hands massaged slowly, carefully, nails lightly grazing her skin. Water dripped from her temple, down her cheek, and all she could do was sit still and try not to melt into the rock behind her.
Psylocke never blushed.
Psylocke never blushed.
And yet, here she was, red-faced in a hot spring with a man's hands in her hair and his—
Oh. Oh no. She felt it.
The unmistakable poke of something large and unreasonably alive pressed against her lower back beneath the water.
Of course.
She sat perfectly still, her usual grace completely frozen.
Alex, meanwhile, seemed entirely oblivious. "You've got really smooth hair, by the way. Doesn't even tangle."
Psylocke managed a very soft, very unconvincing, "Thank you."
After a few more moments of scalp massage-induced ego death, he pulled back. "Alright, you're squeaky clean. Want a turn?"
She blinked. "A turn?"
He turned around, dunking himself slightly and sitting with his back toward her. "Yeah. Wash mine."
Psylocke blinked again.
"...Natasha mentioned you trust too far."
Why bring up the fact that they were strangers now? Probably because this seemed intimate, at least to her, and unlike some of the others her trust issues ran deep. Well, okay, maybe not as deep as Emma Frost or the Scarlet Witch. Or the literal superspy Natasha.
Huh. Did this man possess magic?
"You have swords and psychic knives," he said, glancing back with a grin. "If you wanted me dead, you'd have done it before dinner."
Ah. It wasn't magic, Psylocke realized. It was simply a refreshing innocence and honesty. Something the superheroines lost somewhere along the line.
"…Fair."
With a deep breath she didn't need to take, she reached out. Her fingers moved through his hair, slow and precise. She washed him like someone performing a ritual. It was focused, almost meditative. Somewhere between formal training and something far too intimate to name.
Alex closed his eyes, relaxing under her touch. "Okay, wow. You're really good at this."
"As I have mentioned I have practiced all arts," Sai replied smoothly, her confidence starting to return.
When she was done, he turned slightly, giving her a warm smile. "Thanks. Here, a surprise.
"A surprise—?"
SPLASH!
Water hit her face.
Psylocke blinked through the droplets. "Did you just—?"
Alex grinned. "What? Me? No."
She didn't hesitate. Water exploded from her cupped hands, smacking him square in the chest.
The retaliation was immediate.
Suddenly they were twelve years old again, slinging warm spring water at each other like the fate of the world depended on who landed the next splash. Laughing. Dodging. Splattering each other with childlike glee.
Sai was laughing. Really laughing. Not the polite smirk. Not the confident chuckle. A full, unfiltered laugh that echoed against the stone and steam.
In the chaos, Alex moved to dodge one of her splashes, slipped—
—and dragged her with him as he fell back into the spring.
SPLASH!
They landed with a loud splash, water erupting around them. When it settled, the purple-haired ninja lady was on top of him, straddling his waist, her wet hair clinging to her face and shoulders. The water was shallow, hardly waist level.
Her hands were planted on his chest. His were gripping her waist.
Steam rose around them like a veil, and time seemed to slow.
Alex reached up, brushing a soaked strand of violet hair from her cheek. Her lips parted slightly. Neither spoke.
The moment hung there, quiet, fragile.
"Looks like you win," Alex said, smiling.
Psylocke couldn't believe herself. Her racing heart, her lewd thoughts, and her own words. "I…have spent so long fighting monsters and demons, I cannot remember the last time I allowed myself to have fun."
She met his eyes.
"Thank you, Alex."
And then, finally, gently, they kissed.
No urgency. No pressure. Just the press of lips in the silence, her chest against his, warm skin and cooler water meeting in that perfect in-between.
The urgency only began when Alex's hands went from her waist to her ass.
"Mmhmph—!" Alex's moan was muffled as Psylocke's lips claimed his, her tongue sliding against his with a hungry urgency. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the steam from the hot spring curled around them, cloaking their bodies in a thick, humid haze. Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest.
Psylocke broke the kiss with a smirk, her purple hair clinging to her face in damp strands. Her dark eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and something darker, more primal. She pushed against his chest, forcing him to sit back against the smooth stone edge of the spring. "Well," she purred, "looks like you've got something quite impressive poking out of the water."
Could a British accent be sexy? Psylocke very much answered that question. Yes.
Alex's face flushed as he followed her gaze behind her, toward his fat cock, which was already beginning to swell despite the water's coolness. It was massive—flaccid it was easily ten inches, and now, as it hardened under her predatory gaze, it seemed to grow even larger, stretching toward an inhuman thirteen inches. The tip peeked far above the surface of the water, glistening in the dim light of the evening.
Her smirk widened, torso facing that fat cock. "My, my," she murmured, reaching out to trail a finger along the length of him. The touch sent a jolt through Alex's body and he sucked in a sharp breath. "I've seen my fair share of weapons, but this… this is something else."
Where was this? The stoicism was gone, replaced by a thrill. He suspected this was the same thrill that came from combat and battle. Now, that thrill was directed toward him and his cock. She unstraddled herself and pushed him until he was sitting upright again.
Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, her grip gloriously pleasing. She began to stroke him slowly, her other hand slipping beneath the water to cradle his balls, kneading them with a practiced ease. Alex's hips jerked involuntarily, a groan slipping past his lips as pleasure coiled tight in his gut.
"And here I thought you were just an ordinary boy," Psylocke teased, leaning in to press a sloppy kiss to the tip of his cock. Her lips were soft but insistent, leaving a trail of wetness as she worked her way down the length of him. She didn't take him into her mouth—not yet—but the kisses were deliberate, each one sending sparks of electricity through his veins.
"Mmm," she hummed against his skin, her tongue darting out to trace a particularly sensitive vein running along the underside of his shaft.
Alex could only nod, his voice caught in his throat as Psylocke continued her assault. Her hands worked in perfect harmony, one stroking him with a rhythm that was maddeningly slow, the other massaging his balls with just the right amount of pressure. Her kisses became more frantic, more sloppy, as if she couldn't resist tasting every inch of him.
"Fuck," he choked out, his hands gripping the edge of the pool so tightly his knuckles turned white. "Psylocke—"
"Shh," she hushed him, lifting her head to fix him with a smoldering gaze. "Let me take care of you."
Her lips found his tip again, and this time she lingered, sucking gently as her tongue swirled around the sensitive head. Alex's hips bucked again.
This…
This was different.
She kissed her way back down his shaft, her lips leaving a trail of saliva that mixed with the water pooling around them. Her fingers tightened around him, her strokes becoming faster, more urgent. Her other hand continued its work on his balls, rolling them gently but firmly, each touch pushing him closer to the edge.
"Close," Alex gasped, his entire body trembling with the force of his impending release. "I'm so close—"
Words were nothing to her, only action. Sooner than wanted, Alex came hard, his cock jerking in Psylocke's hand as ropes of cum shot out, splattering against her lips and chin. Her lips swallowed the tip and she tried to swallow but—
"Mmmphhh!?"
Her throat worked like a ninja as she took in as much as she could, but there was simply too much—his load was thick and copious, spilling out of her mouth and dripping down onto her chest. She gulped, she tried, but she had to retreat.
Three creamy splurts of cum landed on her tits. She couldn't believe it, up until the last jet of cum that struck her face. It just…didn't make sense. It surpassed her calculations by leaps and balls.
For a moment, there was only the sound of Alex's ragged breathing and the soft splash of the water as Psylocke finally pulled back, her face still smeared with his seed. She looked… stunned, an expression that was rare for someone as confident and composed as her.
Silently, Psylocke wiped the remnants of Alex's cum from her chin with the back of her hand, her purple hair sticking to her damp skin as she stared at him, her breathing uneven. Her usual smirk was nowhere to be found, replaced by a flicker of something… uncertainty? No. That couldn't be. She was Psylocke—confident, in control, always.
But then her eyes dropped to his cock, still throbbing and glistening in the warm haze of the hot spring. Thirteen inches of pure, unyielding cock. 'The biggest I've ever seen,' Psylocke thought, her mind briefly betraying her composure. She licked her lips unconsciously, the taste of him still lingering, heavy and primal.
With a sharp inhale, she leaned forward, her hands pressing against his chest. The steam rose around them like a veil.
"You think that's all I've got?"
She straddled him, her thighs pressing against his hips as she positioned herself above his massive cock. The heat of the water seemed to intensify, or maybe it was just the electricity coursing between them.
"Let's see if you can handle me," she said, her smirk returning, more arrogant than ever. But there was a flicker in her eyes—a challenge, yes, but also something else. A hint of desperation? Or was it curiosity? She didn't know anymore. All she knew was that she needed to prove herself, to dominate this man who had already left her so completely undone.
She reached down, gripping his cock with one hand, guiding it toward her entrance. Her pussy was already dripping, her body betraying her just as much as her mind. She teased herself with the tip, rubbing it against her tight, wet folds, relishing the way it made her shiver. But then, in a moment of uncharacteristic clumsiness—or was it desperation?—she let it slip inside.
And oh god, the sensation.
Psylocke's breath hitched, her lips parting in a soft gasp as inch after glorious inch filled her. Think about it, this was a trained woman. A wandering warrior in feudal Japan, the telepathic ninja known as Sai devoted herself to striking down ancient demons and monsters.
But today…
"Nngghh~!"
It was too much—far too much—but she couldn't stop herself from sinking down, taking more and more of him until she was fully seated, her pussy stretched to its limit. Her tight walls clenched around him instinctively, as if trying to claim him, but there was no dominating this monster of a cock. It was him who owned her now.
"Kuso~!" she cursed and she tried to maintain her composure. She really tried. She moved her hips experimentally, a soft whimper escaping her lips as every little motion sent ripples of pleasure through her entire body. "T-this is…hnnggh! This thing inside me."
She couldn't retreat. She should have but couldn't.
Alex's hands rested on her hips. He watched her with a mix of amusement and desire, his own body taut with tension. "You're the one in charge, remember?" he said, smiling teasingly.
Psylocke glared at him, but it lacked its usual fire. Instead, there was a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes as she tried to move again, grinding her hips against him. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure up her spine, her pussy clenching and releasing around his cock in a desperate attempt to keep up. But it was no use—he was too big, too powerful, and she was quickly losing control.
"Mmmph," she groaned, her head falling back as she rocked against him. Her breasts bounced with every movement, the water sloshing around them in time with their rhythm. "Y-your weapon is—gah! T-too much!"
But Alex wasn't content to let her struggle on top of him. Without warning, he grabbed her ass with both hands, lifting her effortlessly out of the water before slamming her back down onto his cock. For him, this was all too normal. Too casual.
As expected, Psylocke let out a sharp cry, her nails digging into his shoulders as he took control, fucking her with a force that left her breathless.
"W-wait!" she gasped, her voice breaking as he pounded into her relentlessly. "I-I can't—oh kuso~!!!"
Why would he stop? This was a duel of sorts. She was trying to win before and now it was his turn to win. He stood up in the water, his strength undeniable as he held her in place, his cock driving deeper than ever before. Psylocke wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, her arms tightening around his neck and—
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
He fucked her with a pace that left no room for thought, no room for anything but sheer, overwhelming pleasure.
"C-cumming again!" she cried out, her voice almost a sob as her orgasm slammed into her with brutal force. Her pussy spasmed around him, milking his cock as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. "I-I do not understand!? Why am I feeling this so much!? How is this—!?"
Alex didn't answer and smiled, his grip on her ass tightening. That juicy ass was once trapped in a bikini. Not anymore.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Want it inside!?"
Psylocke did not throw her head back. She looked at him straight-on. She was from the feudal era, losing meant everything. Losing meant to forfeit her rights.
This evening, Alex planned to make her do just that, despite not knowing it.
"W-wait! Waaiiit~! I merely need—I need to—!"
Cut off from orgasm after orgasm. "Come on! Answer now!"
Her eyes rolled back. She whimpered. She gasped. She almost let her head get thrown back like a whore. "I-insiddeee! A ninja does let a man's seed go to waste!"
What devotion!
He promptly came inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her to the brim. Psylocke whimpered softly at the sensation, her legs shaking around his waist and her toes curling. She clung to him, completely and utterly spent.
Everything was quiet. The water lapped gently around them. Then Alex pressed his lips to hers in a deep, hungry kiss, and Psylocke kissed him back without hesitation, her earlier arrogance replaced by something far more primal. Something that left no doubt—she was his now.
"In my era," Psylocke said, huffing and puffing and smiling, "you would have ownership over me."
"Ownership?" He slapped her ass. "Sounds nice but I think I prefer you as a whole."
Ah.
Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't realize until now but she was falling in love with this man. His cock buried inside her, his cum dripping down and the moonlight as her witness, she did not mind this sensation of love. As a ninja, it was ridiculous to shy away from her responsibilities. As a woman, all she wished to do was stay here and kiss this man.
***
The moon had climbed higher by the time they left the hot spring. The air had cooled, the cicadas replaced by the occasional rustle of wind through the bamboo, and the two lone figures on the island wore white bathrobes.
Psylocke walked slowly beside Alex—well, she tried to. One step. Slight wince. Another step. A very controlled breath through her nose.
Alex, already watching with a concerned side-eye, tilted his head. "You good?"
"I am fine," Psylocke said evenly. Too evenly.
He stopped. "Look, I know you have your pride but…"
She exhaled, softly. "It's nothing. I've endured worse."
Alex didn't say anything. He just stepped forward, slipped an arm behind her knees, and lifted her into his arms like a princess in a soap opera.
"You…"
Psylocke's protest did not make it out. She humphed. That alone was saying something.
As he carried her through the winding stone path toward the cottage, her arm wrapped lightly around his neck. Her face was neutral, but he could feel the small shift in her breath. For all her deadly grace, all her "I do everything" energy—right now, she was… soft. Quiet.
The interior of the cottage was traditional and warm with wooden beams and paper doors. A low table near the window and two futons laid out beside it, simple and clean.
Alex gently lowered her onto a cushion near the table and sat beside her. She didn't move immediately, just looked at him through slightly damp strands of violet hair, eyes searching.
"That was…" he started, then cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean. That happened."
Psylocke nodded, lips curling faintly. "It did."
"So you said something about…"
Ownership. In the heat of the moment, he thought it was just another chick going cock crazy. But then he mulled over her words and it seemed very…specific.
"I…live in a patriarchal world. It is the way it is. Women belong to the men that defeat them."
"Ah."
Neither spoke. They just listened to the distant ocean and the soft creak of the cottage walls.
"Do you…wish to own me?"
"I-I mean…" She was gorgeous in the bathrobe. Her purple hair wet and dripping, her luscious lips in a flat line that smiled ever so often. "I, uh…"
"May I speak?" She put her hand on his. "Think about it."
"H-huh—"
"With what you wield between your legs," she smirked, "I do not mind as much."
They leaned in. Just a little. Close enough to feel the warmth again. Their eyes lingered. Alex leaned back, glancing at the two futons.
"…Probably smart if we crash separately tonight," he said.
Psylocke blinked once. Then nodded, slowly. "Yes. That would be… wise."
She reached for a nearby towel and began drying her hair. "Besides," she added with a faint smirk, "you've already incapacitated me once this evening. I'd rather not need crutches tomorrow."
Alex laughed, flopping down onto his futon. "That's fair. Sorry about that."
"Don't apologize," Psylocke said, reclining back gracefully. "A man should never apologize for his abilities."
"T-thanks."
She really knew how to make a man feel confident, huh?
"Sleep well, Alex."
"You too, Sai."
The lights dimmed. The room fell into quiet again. Two futons, side by side. Two warriors, in very different ways, finally allowing themselves to rest.
And maybe—just maybe—dream.
***
Alex stirred awake, the faint hum of the island breeze brushing against his skin. The futon was soft beneath him, but his body felt alive in a way that demanded attention. He stretched, his arms arching above his head, and as he did, he felt it—thick, heavy, and impossible to ignore. His thirteen-inch cock stood at full attention, swaying slightly as he pushed himself up.
A classic morning boner. Every guy experienced it.
'Fuck. No Natasha or Emma Frost to empty me this morning. Feels weird.'
He didn't bother with the bathrobes, partially because he was half-asleep and mostly because of confidence. Every day, he felt bigger as a man and why shouldn't he? There was so much that belonged to him. There was so much everyone in his life affirmed about him.
He had a big dick. He had big balls. He gave the best creampies. He put any other man to shame in regards to shame.
The island was theirs—no one else around to interrupt the peace or the privacy. As he stepped outside, the cool morning air kissed his bare skin. His cock bounced slightly with each step. The question was…
"Where's Psylocke?"
Somehow, he knew exactly where she'd be. The beach. When he arrived, she trained there and he suspected she would be doing the same today too.
As he approached the sand, the sound of waves crashing against the shore grew louder, and there she was—Psylocke. Her purple hair shimmered under the morning sun, tied back in a loose braid that cascaded over her shoulder. She stood at the water's edge, her silhouette framed by the endless horizon. The "Breezy Butterfly" bikini she wore clung to her curves like a second skin—a cutout one-piece with a sheer pink cover-up that fluttered in the breeze.
The bikini ninja turned, sensing his presence before he even spoke. Her eyes met his, and for a moment, they lingered on his cock. Her lips parted. She swallowed. But she didn't flinch, didn't look away. Instead, she smiled—a small, knowing curve of her lips that sent a jolt of heat straight to his gut.
Fuck. She was breathtaking.
"Morning," Alex said, his voice low and husky, the kind of voice that carried the weight of the night before.
"Good morning," she replied, her British accent smooth and melodic. Her gaze finally shifted from his cock to his eyes, and there was something in her expression—something soft, something real. "Did you sleep well?"
He nodded, taking a step closer. "Better than I have in a long time. You?"
She tilted her head, as if considering the question. "Oddly enough, yes. I think… I think last night changed something in me." She paused, her eyes flickering down again, but only for a second. "Natasha was right. Bigger than the Hulk."
Alex chuckled. Everyone sure had to make the comparison, huh?
They stood there for a moment, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. The ocean whispered its secrets to the shore, but all Alex could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat thundering in his ears. Psylocke broke the silence first when she sat down and patted at the spot beside her.
So he sat down. Shoulder to shoulder once again. With her, it was nice to unwind and actually talk. Psylocke wasn't just some whore with a fat ass. She had dreams and ambitions. She did something no one else did and actually had a life of her own here.
"I've never had a lover before," Psylocke admitted. "Or a husband, for that matter. My life has always been… complicated."
Alex understood that better than most. Her past, her struggles with identity, the moral ambiguity that came with her powers—it was a lot to carry.
"And how do you feel now?" he asked, looking only at the ocean and not her.
She smiled. A genuine, unguarded smile that lit up her entire face. "Happy," she said simply. "I've never felt happier."
That was all it took. One word, one moment, and the dam broke. Psylocke turned her head, her hands finding his face as she pressed her lips to his. The kiss was electric, soft at first, tentative, as if testing the waters, but then it deepened, became something more. Her tongue brushed against his, and he groaned into her mouth, his hands instinctively finding her waist.
Her skin was warm beneath his fingertips, the fabric of her bikini barely a barrier between them. He wanted to tear it off, to feel all of her against him, but she pulled back, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
Then that smirk.
Her hands trailed down his chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, until they reached his cock. It hadn't left after all. It had been there the whole time, pointing up to the heavens. Her fingers wrapped around him, and fuck—her touch was unlike anything he'd ever felt. It was gentle but firm, teasing but purposeful. She knew exactly what she was doing.
"You're so… big," she said, her eyes locked on his as she began to stroke him slowly, rhythmically. "I cannot believe a human could wield a sword like this.
"Psylocke…"
Her smirk went into a softer smile, a new confidence shining in her eyes. "Relax. Let me take care of you."
And she did. Her strokes were perfect, every downward slip calculated to drive him wild. Her thumb swiped over the head of his cock, spreading precum as she worked him.
"H-huh—?"
"I handle swords all the time," Psylocke joked. "This seems to be my speciality."
He grunted. She wasn't exaggerating, she was right. This handjob, holy fuck, he could only keep grunting. His balls tingled, which was when her other hand decided to join in and massage his sack. It had pooled between his thighs.
"T-this…nggh!"
This was the goddess of handjobs. The greatest of them all. A true wielder of every blade.
Schlap, schlap, schlap!
She didn't stop her divine strokes. If anything, she sped up, her grip tightening just enough to make him see stars. With Psylocke, it didn't feel tight, it only felt pleasing. With her, handjobs were simply that: delightfully pleasing.
And then he was cumming—hard—his release spilling over her hand and onto the sea as he groaned her name. It was a copious amount of cum blasting into the water and then tapering off into the sand.
"Ah. In my world, this would be a waste. A man's seed should not be wasted, after all."
Half of her hand was lathered in rich creamy baby batter. Seductively, she licked it up. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from their kiss, but there was a newfound confidence in her posture and her new manicure.
"I hope this was not bad."
Alex laughed. "Not bad at all."
She smirked again, her hands trailing down his chest as she scooted closer. "Why don't we see what else I can do?" Without waiting for an answer, she straddled him, her bikini-clad body pressing against his as she grabbed his still-hard cock and rubbed it toward her entrance.
"Psylocke…"
"I want to feel you inside me, Alex. I want you to fuck me right here on the beach, where the waves can wash over us and the sun can watch us fuck."
Her purple hair cascading down her back like a silken waterfall, and her heart-shaped lips…Alex could never forget them. Not as long as he lived. Red in colour, in the actual game, they were hidden by a mask.
Not anymore. Not when she was with him.
Her green bikini bottoms were already soaked, not just from the ocean but from the anticipation of what was coming next.
Alex grinned, his hands gripping her waist tightly, and with a swift motion, he flipped her over onto the soft sand. It came as a complete surprise to her and she didn't stop it. After all, in her culture, he already owned her. Her own strength should not matter.
He hovered above her, his thirteen-inch cock slapped her stomach, already slick with pre-cum, a testament to how much he wanted her. He pushed her bikini bottoms aside, exposing her dripping pussy, and spread her legs wide, positioning himself at her entrance.
Psylocke's breath hitched as she felt the tip of his massive cock pressing against her folds. 'God, he's so fucking big,' she thought, her mind already swimming with a mix of desire and desperation.
She didn't realize she said it out loud.
She barely had time to brace herself before Alex thrust into her with a force that made her back arch off the sand. His cock filled her completely, stretching her pussy in ways she hadn't thought possible. A loud, guttural moan escaped her lips. Her arms felt like noodles.
First thrust, an orgasm. Second thrust, another orgasm.
Her eyes rolled back and in Japanese she screamed her orgasm to the world: "I TTERU YO!
"I'M CUMMIIIING~!"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
The biggest cock. The biggest nutsack. The deepest anybody could go. The deepest anybody had gone. Psylocke was experiencing this for the very first time, a standard that no one in any world could possibly match up to.
A mating press.
A position to mate, breed, and tame.
A fuckfest Psylocke was not ready for, not at this point.
"I'M SO SORRY! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUMMM~!"
She realized as her world went blank that it was too late. Yes, only after what was twenty thrusts, she realized it was over. Her ambitions, her dreams, her responsibilities.
"I'M SO SORRY, LOGAN! I CAN'T GO BACK! I WON'T! THIS COCK! THIS COCCKKK~!"
She was broken. Yes, she broke at what must have been record time.
"I'M LONELY! I'M A LONELY WHORE! I JUST WANT COCK! I JUST WANT ALEX!! I JUST WANT THIIIIS~!!"
"Don't call yourself a whore!" Alex didn't stop. He slammed into her again and again, his hips pistoning relentlessly as he drove his cock deeper into her tight, wet cunt. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass echoed across the empty beach, mingling with the crashing waves.
"BUT I AM! I AMMMM~! I'M YOUR PERSONAL JAPANESE WHORE! ALL I CARE ABOUT IS YOUR COCK! YOUR COCKKK! MY LORD! MY LORD!" Psylocke's mind was a whirlwind of sensations. The way his cock stretched her open, the way it rubbed against every sensitive spot inside her—it was overwhelming. She couldn't think straight. All she could do was feel. Her telepathic abilities, usually so sharp and focused, were now clouded by the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through her body. "MY LORD, YOU'RE MAKING ME CUMMM~!!!"
This was different than anything Alex had experienced. This devotion, this complete need for him and him alone…
'Damn, she's tightening up! I-I'm not sure I can stop even if I wanted to!'
This was probably the tightest pussy he had fucked so far! Sheesh!
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
Why? Why was it so tight?
Balls-deep, he suddenly stopped. He kept himself there. He stared at her tear-stricken, tongued out face. She looked nothing like the woman in the games. Nothing like what she was before.
"You were lonely, weren't you?"
That remark struck her hard and she tightened up again. Alex sucked in a breath. 'Don't cum, don't cum…!'
He let her calm down. He let her breath, which took a good minute given he was balls-deep.
"I…I was lonely. I didn't have anyone. No Logan and none of the people that I knew. I…" She gasped. Her legs were quivering and nearly bounced against his temple. "I'm sorry…I just…"
"Don't be." He smiled kindly and caressed her cheek. "You won't be alone again. I—"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
Balls were swinging again. Cock was penetrating again.
"—promise that! You won't ever be alone, Psylocke! Sai!"
"Thank you, thank you, thank youuuu~! This cock! Alex's cock! My Lord's cock! It's perfect for me! PERFECCTT~!"
Isolation. Fear. Friendship. It wasn't just her time here or the events of Marvel Rivals, it was her whole life. Psylocke had been missing something and only Alex could fill it now.
"Why? Why can't I stop cumming? Why is this cock so good? Why is this dick so fucking big?" she babbled, her words coming out in breathless gasps as another orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. "Why is My Lord's cock SO perfecttt~!"
Psylocke's hands moved to his ass, clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping her grounded. She tried to form coherent thoughts, tried to speak, but all that came out were incoherent moans and whimpers. Her body was no longer hers; it belonged to Alex. He owned her, and she loved every second of it.
The heat of the sun on their skin, the salty tang of the ocean in the air, the way Alex's cock filled her so completely—it was all too much. Psylocke felt herself teetering on the edge of another mind-shattering orgasm, the type that was going to change her like it did last tonight.
"Alex, My Lord, please! I can't take it anymore!" she begged, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, squeezing him tightly as she came hard, her juices drenching him. "Cum! Cum inside! Take my womb! Put your seed inside me!"
Oh fuck, he didn't even have a choice in the matter! The tightest pussy became even tighter and clamped him in. His cockhead pressed to her womb, his thick, hot cum flooded her pussy savagely. Psylocke moaned as she felt his seed filling her up, overflowing and leaking out onto the sand below.
Her arms and legs locked him in.
'Holy fuck—!'
"F-fuck! You're greedy, aren't you!" So he slammed into her again and again, trying to get those cumshots to stick. "That's it, take it all." He groaned and emptied himself into her. Psylocke's limbs went slack, arms and legs leaving him.
The giant cock pulled out slowly, watching as every inch caused her to squirm and whimper. His cum dripped from her swollen pussy. She was still in her bikini, except red-cheeked with her eyes rolled back and her arms and legs udon.
"You're such a fucking slut for my cock," he said, laughing. "Can you give a peace sign?"
Psylocke…
Through some miracle, she was awake and she gave him that two-handed peace-sign. Her legs were spread apart, cunt gushing with the creamy load of a godly stud, and she managed a smile after. "I've, hnnghh, fought Oni, My Lord. Slayed demons. This… should be easy."
Psylocke tried to move herself. Alex just laughed and her own confidence died when she saw that bouncing getting harder. "You're incredible. You are, really. Want to go again?"
She whimpered. "C-cock…so big…"
It was like a primal side of her kicked in. She spread her legs wider and invited him a second chance.
"S-Sai humbly awaits your command."