He never strayed too far from his mansion. But after the vacation in Japan, he loosened up. He didn't have to be a complete base dweller who only went outside for groceries. He decided to take initiative and go out of his own accord.
The self-driving car purred along the wet road. A black, sleek vehicle that was custom-made and had no logo at the front. Natasha had gotten it for him—"a toy I managed with Ferrari and Lamborghinis' help," she'd explained—and he still hadn't figured out all the little quirks. It was one of a kind, a prototype.
He didn't care about the tech. What mattered was that it let him game in the passenger seat when he felt like it, or just nap without worrying about traffic.
Now, though, the AI politely chimed:
"Nearby plaza detected. Would you like to stop?"
"Yeah, why not." He yawned and stretched. "Could go for some snacks."
The car glided smoothly into the small plaza's lot. A motel with neon kanji flickered faintly in the rain. It almost felt like Japan would always be with him or something. Next to it stood a family-run convenience store.
He stepped out, stretching his back. The rain was a drizzle now, soft enough that he didn't bother pulling up his hood.
The bell over the door jingled as he entered.
The store had everything a man could want: instant noodles, candy, chocolate, rope, bleach, and sugary drinks. The cashier, a young guy with glasses, stood nervously behind the counter. Not because of him—no, he realized immediately who the problem was.
A reddish-brown and gold haired woman leaned on the counter, phone in hand. In black armour with spikes at the shoulders and tight across her toned stomach. Her mid-riff was completely exposed. A massive glowing sword was slung casually at her side.
'My eyes aren't playing tricks on me, that sword is glowing.'
She wasn't especially tall or buff yet she appeared very tough. The way her bangs framed sharp against her face, it gave her scowl that much more attitude.
She looked like she'd stepped straight out of a video game.
He blinked. 'Oh. Well, this is something.'
The cashier clearly thought she was some kind of cosplayer. He kept glancing nervously at the sword, probably wondering if it was made of foam or steel.
Magik—Illyana Rasputina, the Queen of Limbo—clicked her tongue irritably into the phone. "Nyet. This connection is trash. What is this, medieval Russia?" She shoved it back at the stunned cashier. "Your device is useless."
He exhaled slowly and waved an arm. "Hello?"
She ignored him. She was talking and muttering to herself.
"Hello, Magik?"
Her head snapped toward him instantly. The glow of her sword brightened ever so slightly.
"How do you know my name?" Her voice was low, sharp, like a blade sliding free of its sheath.
He put his hands up in a lazy shrug. "Long story. And relax. I'm not here to fight you."
The cashier stepped back, clearly scared out of his depth.
He strolled casually down one of the aisles, pulling a chocolate bar from the rack. He added a little plastic box labeled World's Grossest Candy; a novelty thing with flavors like "rotten egg" and "toothpaste fish." He'd tried them once. They were vile.
Magik's eyes narrowed.
"I won't pretend that my name isn't known throughout the realms," she said, hand tightening on her sword's hilt. "Except in this realm, you're the first to identify me. Did you bring me here?"
He paid for his snacks, ignoring the tension like he was grocery shopping on any normal day. "Nope."
"Nope?"
His calm, cool demeanor was confusing her.
"What are you doing?"
"Out shopping."
"Why?"
"Because I'm hungry."
"Are you here to hunt me down? Are you a demon—?" She bared her fangs. He dropped down and his finger ran along the other chocolate bars.
"KitKat or Aero?"
Magik…really didn't understand. What the hell was he doing? Address her, dammit, she was queen!
"Are you responsible for my powers? Are you responsible for draining the Soulsword!?"
She was becoming louder.
"I have mutant powers, and a little demonic magic too. Do not underestimate me—"
"Candy?"
Without looking or getting up, he held out a box of World's Grossest Candy. Magik's eyes flicked toward the candy box in his hand. Her stance softened almost imperceptibly.
"…"
"Is that a yes or no?" He got up. "Come on, I don't bite. Take it. I'll buy. We can talk somewhere else."
"Hrn." She eyed the box and yet didn't take it. "Apologies if I'm not exactly leaping at what you offer. I'm a little cynical. Probably the Russian in me."
"Got it. Well, I'll be nearby if you need some answers anyway." He stepped outside, and sure enough, she followed, scowling like she was being dragged against her will by her own curiosity.
'I thought she'd at least wait a couple minutes. Guess the candy got to her.'
The drizzle had thickened into a proper rain. Neon lights blurred against the pavement, puddles glowing pink and blue.
He tilted his head toward the motel. "So. Wanna wait out the rain there? Or we could drive. Car's self-driving, pretty comfy."
Magik scoffed instantly. "Drive? With you? No clue where you'll take me, bastard."
"Fair." He shrugged. "Motel it is."
The two of them crossed the lot, water splashing beneath their boots. The motel's neon sign buzzed overhead. Inside, the manager barely looked up from his soap opera, handing he a key with barely a glance at the blonde warrior in full battle armor.
The room was small, just two beds, a TV bolted to the wall, and a faint smell of cigarettes. He sat on one of the beds, leaning back casually as he tore open his chocolate.
Magik remained standing, sword drawn just enough that the glowing blade reflected in the rain-streaked window. Her sword wasn't exactly the type to be sheathed.
To anyone else, she'd look like a dedicated cosplayer refusing to drop character.
To him, she was very much the real deal.
"Alright," Magik said, eyes narrowed. "Talk. You know my name. You aren't surprised by my weapon. Who are you, and why are you pretending this is normal?"
He chewed his chocolate. "Ever hear of a game called Marvel Rivals?"
Her brows furrowed. "…No."
"It's a video game," He explained. "You're in it. Or at least, a version of you is. Psylocke. Emma Frost. Wanda. Natasha. They've all… trickled into this world, one by one. Don't ask me how. Don't ask me why. It just happens."
Magik's grip on her sword tightened. "You're saying… I am fictional?"
"In this world, yeah. But clearly you're standing here, eating up motel oxygen. So maybe it's more complicated than that. Multiverses, timelines, whatever. Point is, you're not the first. And to be honest," he laughed a little, "you probably won't be the last."
Magik's jaw clenched. Her eyes, sharp as ice, studied him carefully.
"You mentioned the Scarlet Witch. She cannot do anything?"
"She's been trying. You can ask her yourself."
"Hrm…"
Magik scanned his expression. He wasn't lying. No tension or deceit or malicious intent.
"Hey, take this." He tossed the box of candy onto the bed closer to her.
Her eyes flicked to it immediately. She fought the urge, but after a moment she snatched it up, inspecting the label with something dangerously close to childlike delight.
"You really like these, huh?"
Her lips twitched. For the briefest second, the iron façade cracked. Then it slammed back down, her face cool and sharp again.
"I don't trust you," she said flatly. "But… I will listen. Explain everything to me—or else."
"That's good enough."
***
The rain hadn't stopped. If anything, it poured harder as the night deepened, hammering against the motel windows like a thousand drumming fingers. The neon sign outside flickered in rhythm, bathing the room in pink and blue.
The bedspread smelled faintly of bleach and cigarettes, but he didn't care. He sat cross-legged on one of the beds, sipping from a bottle of lemonade. Beside him, Magik sprawled back on the other bed, armor half-peeled away. She'd ditched most of the heavy plating, but her boots still clung to her legs, and her massive sword leaned casually against the wall.
In her hand, a bottle of cheap motel-bought whiskey caught the light. She tilted it back like it was water, throat bobbing.
He glanced at her. "You're going to kill that bottle in one night?"
She lowered it with a scoff, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You have much to learn about Russian biology. Or perhaps only my biology." Her lips curved faintly. "I can drink. A lot. But it only hits me for… minutes. An hour, if I'm lucky. Then—pfft." She snapped her fingers. "Gone. Sobriety."
"Sounds like both a blessing and a curse."
She smirked. "Da. Curse, mostly. Takes away the fun. But—" She raised the bottle again. "I chase it anyway."
He shrugged and sipped his lemonade. "Fair enough."
Silence settled for a moment, only filled by the rain and the dull buzz of the motel's AC unit. Then Magik snorted, laughter spilling suddenly from her throat.
He blinked. "What?"
Her golden hair bounced as she sat upright, laughing harder. "You. Your… situation."
"What situation?"
She pointed at him with the bottle, grinning like a cat with cream. "The harem."
"Of course you'd call it that."
"I am not lying. I do not lie."
"It's not…"
Her grin widened. "What else should I call it? Psylocke, the Black Widow, the Scarlet Witch, the White Queen—now me, apparently. You collect dangerous women like trophies."
"I don't collect anyone," He protested weakly.
"Ohhh." She leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "Then they just… throw themselves at you? Mmm? Poor guy. What a terrible curse to carry."
Her sarcasm stung, but the corners of his mouth twitched. He knew she was baiting him, and she knew he knew—but that didn't stop her.
She tilted her head, grin wicked. "Tell me. Do you want me to join too?"
He froze, bottle of lemonade halfway to his lips. "What?"
"You heard me." She leaned back again, smug, swirling the last inch of whiskey in the bottle. "Do you want Magik—Illyana Rasputina, ruler of Limbo, sister of Colossus—to add herself to your little roster?"
"…That's not really how it works."
She cackled, sharp and bright. "You are too easy."
He exhaled, shaking his head. "You're something else, you know that?"
"Da. I am many things." Her eyes softened just slightly. "But shy is not one of them."
Her tone shifted—lower now, more dangerous, like a blade pressing to the skin.
"Do you know my philosophy?"
"…What philosophy?"
Her gaze pinned him. "Fuck. Or fight."
The air between them went heavy.
"…That's… very straightforward."
She shrugged, unapologetic. "It is honest. Clear. Efficient." Her eyes gleamed with mischief. "I have propositioned both men and women alike. Flaw, Offset, Hypernova. I enjoy testing limits."
"You're really just laying all your cards on the table, huh?"
"Always."
She stood suddenly, setting the empty bottle on the nightstand. Her boots clunked against the floor as she crossed the small space between the beds. Without hesitation, she leaned down, grabbed him by the shirt collar, and kissed him.
Her lips were firm, commanding, tasting faintly of cheap whiskey. For a heartbeat, the rain and neon vanished, and there was only the heat of her mouth against his.
Then she pulled back just as abruptly, leaving him stunned.
Magik didn't say a word as she stepped back, standing tall. Her hair glowed faintly in the motel's neon wash, her hand on her hip. Slowly, she raised her other hand, curling one finger and beckoning him closer.
Her smirk was daring, confident, sharp as the edge of her blade.
"So." Her voice dripped challenge. "What will it be? Sleep… or play?"
The room seemed to shrink around them. The rain hammered. The neon buzzed.
And Illyana Rasputina—Magik, warrior of Limbo, clad in leather and steel—waited, daring him to choose.
A cock of his size couldn't be missed. Stretching the fabric of its pants, bulging, and gulping as Magik gave him that look. This woman knew she was hot. She knew the effect she had on men.
"Bring that cock over so I can fuck it nice and hard."
She stabbed her sword into the floor (poor motel owners), put a hand to her hip, and beckoned at him. Him and that big cock. Him and that seemingly godly ability in bed. She wanted to experience it for herself. In that little gesture, in that pose, she lit up a fire in him.
He threw himself off the bed.
Magik was faster—the fire in her burned just as bright.
Her hand shot out like a viper, yanking him forward by the waistband of his pants. In one swift motion, she had them down around his ankles, his huge flaccid cock springing free to slap against her face.
Magik was a queen. She slayed demons. She earned their fear and their respect.
Magik subjected others.
But this…
"Holy…"
Her eyes were as wide as saucers. What fell on top of her, blocking her eyes and forehead, was a hot anaconda; ten inches of thick, veined perfection resting heavily. She shifted and it ran up her cheek and into her hair.
The Queen of Limbo wore no crown.
Until today.
This cock would be her crown.
"Bozhe moi," she whispered in Russian. The musk and the texture, it was different. "No wonder they throw themselves at you. This is not just a cock. This is a weapon."
She tilted her head slightly, letting his length slide down her face until the tip brushed her lips. Her smirk returned, wider now, more predatory. "I am no ordinary woman, I will make this weapon sing for me."
Magik's mouth opened wide. She already understood what to do. Experience did not seem to permeate her lips as she slurped that first girthy inch. A low groan escaped his lips as his cock began to swell, filling her mouth even more. Magik pulled back slightly, letting her saliva coat him in a slick sheen before hungrily diving back in.
Her hands joined the action, one wrapping around the base of his shaft while the other at the mid-point. She bobbed down and deeper. She needed to go deeper. "Mmmph!❤" Her eyes. Her eyes were telling him that she wasn't going to give up. She was never going to give up.
Three inches of cock getting sucked and the rest getting jerked off by her warrior-hands.
The two black headpieces that acted as demonic horns, as a symbol of her appearance, were now signifiers for how far she was going down on her dick.
Her rhythm was pure aggression.
*Splorch. Slurp. Glrk.*
Every little lewd sound echoed in the small motel room, blending with the steady drip-drip of rain outside.
His cock was fully erect now, throbbing with pent-up need, stretching her tight throat as she took him deeper and deeper. His cock hadn't yet tasted the full air. Magik did not let go. She went deeper. Deeper.
Her throat muscles strained. She wanted swallowed him whole. She just couldn't. This cock was too fucking big.
"Fuck, Magik…!" He gasped, his hands tangling in her golden hair. He could feel her enthusiasm, her hunger. She wasn't just giving him a blowjob—she was claiming him, marking him as hers with every desperate sluuuuurp and gulp.
But Magik wasn't done. She pulled back just enough to let the tip of his cock rest on her tongue, her eyes locking onto his as she spoke. Like every woman he fucked, there was great pride in herself. "You are bigger than any man I have ever had. Thirteen inches of pure power. And yet—" She slid her mouth back down his length until he hit the back of her throat again. Slrrrp. "—I will make you fit."
Her hands worked faster now, squeezing and stroking as her mouth continued its assault on his cock. The room blasted his ears with the wet, filthy sounds of her worship. His hips bucked involuntarily, his cock throbbing as pressure built low in his balls. "I-I'm close," he warned.
Magik didn't slow down. If anything, she intensified her pace, her mouth moving with a feverish intensity. Never closing his eyes, never giving up, until his cock did that lurch. That throb that spewed out immense amounts of pre-cum. Momentarily overwhelmed by cock and cum, her eyes fluttered shut as she focused on bringing him to the edge—and then pushing him over.
With a guttural groan, he came. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock, flooding Magik's mouth in hot, sticky spurts. Her yellow eyes snapped open. The queen could not lose. She swallowed as much as she could, her throat working furiously to keep up with the sheer volume. But it was too much, some of it spilled out, dribbling down her chin and onto the motel's bleached bedspread.
Magik was a corrupted soul. Magik was the Queen of Limbo. Magik slayed demons twice his size.
So why? Why could she swallow everything?
He grabbed the black headpieces and slammed his cock down on her. He made her swallow. Even then, she couldn't take everything. Even then, he pulled out blasted her face with his creamy white seed?
Extracting his cock, her mouth was left ajar and gargling his cum. She swallowed, slowly and pathetically, like an obedient servant.
He jerked himself off, sighing and spitting out tiny flecks on her cheeks. He didn't care that she was queen, using women like him was a norm. Cumming down their throats and then cumming on their faces, only someone with big balls could do it. Only Alex could do it.
"So much," she murmured, staring at the mess he'd made. Long strings in her hair and on her face. Fuck, glancing at the standing mirror nearby, she barely recognized herself. Fingers entangled with the creamy cum, trying desperately to clean her. "I have never seen a man produce so much."
And then her gaze lifted and she froze. His cock was still rock hard, pulsing with unspent energy. Magik blinked, her lips parting in shock. She didn't want to submissive. She wasn't on her knees, she was crouching, legs pointed in opposite directions. Her pussy dripped through her shorts.
"How…?" She reached out tentatively, wrapping her fingers around his shaft—still thick, still throbbing. Her smirk slowly returned, darker now, more dangerous. "You are full of surprises."
"You should clean yourself, If you want, we can go again."
"Mm."
She went. She cleaned. She returned.
Her black shorts were gone. Her pussy was out. She was dripping. "I've never been wetter than I am right now." She purposely spread her cunt with two fingers. She could see that lengthy thirteen inch python twitch angrily. "Ooh, angry fella, aren't you? I can tell I'm going to orgasm multiple times tonight."
She smirked and beckoned him.
"Bring that cock over so I can fuck it nice and hard."
Those same words. That same taunt. That confidence.
The motel was in for a rude awakening.
They kissed, they spun, he bent her over, his cock pressed against her cunt, and the queen heaved.
CLAP—!
This was Magik. This was an aggressive woman. Her hands and her dicksucking skills, they were fueled by passion.
So he didn't hold back.
"Oh fuck—!"
All thirteen inches introduced themselves to her pussy.
Magik's curse cracked. The first thrust made her vision go blank.
"Oh FUCK—❤!"
The second thrust made her remember that she was queen and that she could not lose. The third made her reconsider her options.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Finally, she gave up.
"YES, YES, YES❤! THIS DICK! THIS COCKKK~!!❤ THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN LOOKING FORRRR~!❤"
Her pussy clamped down. She orgasmed.
She didn't break. Not yet. She grinned.
Magik was happy.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Her warrior hands gripped the motel sheets like they were the only thing tethering her to reality. Her back arched, the curve of her spine trembling as his massive cock drove into her from behind. Her blonde hair stuck to her sweat-slicked skin, her dark eyeliner smudged, her goth queen façade crumbling with every slap of his hips against her ass.
"Harder! HARDERRR~!!!❤"
For Magik, this cock was life-changing. This cock had turned her, the Queen of Limbo, into a slobbering mess.
"OH FUCK❤, OH FUCK❤, OH YESSSS~!!!❤ YES, YES, YESSSHHH~!❤ HARDEERRR~!❤"
Wait…was he even going harder? Or was she imagining it because his dick naturally felt so fucking good and deep?
She glanced at the clock.
Only twenty seconds had passed.
Indeed, for Magik, this was life-changing.
"Harder? You sure?" His voice was casual, almost laughing, as if he wasn't effortlessly ruining her. His hands gripped her narrow waist, fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her onto him, his thick cock stretching her open, inch by brutal inch. He wasn't trying to be dominant. He wasn't trying to be anything. And that was what drove her insane.
"Yes, you fucking b-bastard! Harder!❤" Magik snarled, her nails tearing at the cheap motel sheets. She was the Queen of fucking Limbo, the ruler of a hell dimension, and here she was, on all fours, getting pounded into the mattress by some ordinary guy with a monster cock he didn't think was all that special.
Not him. He knew. He knew and acted like it wasn't a big deal.
It was humiliating. It was infuriating.
It was perfect.
He shrugged, his grip tightening as he slammed into her with a force that made her scream. Her pussy clenched around him, her body betraying her as another orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs quivered, her ass cheeks jiggling, and she could feel the wetness dripping down her thighs. She just…she was simply unable to stop itself from reacting to him.
"You're tight,"
He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he fucked her deeper, his cock hitting spots inside her that made her see stars.
These short rapid-thrusts…oh yeah, this fucker was godly. Only using four or five inches, more than the average man could ever give, and it was glorious.
Magik's breath came in ragged gasps, her pride crumbling with every thrust. She wanted to taunt him, to remind him of her power, but the words caught in her throat as he hit that spot again, the one that made her whimper like a fucking slave. Her pussy squeezed him tighter, her body begging for more even as her mind screamed at her to stop.
"I'm—I'm the Queen of Limbo," she managed to choke out, her voice trembling as much as her body. "You're just—you're just some ordinary—"
"Yeah, I know," He said as he pulled out of her slowly, the wet sound of her pussy clinging to his cock making her blush. She hated how much she already missed him the second he was gone.
She checked the time.
No way, no way. Thirty seconds—? She was falling in love from thirty seconds of good dick? N-no way, no way—!
"You've said that like ten times already."
This bastard laughed about it, and to make matters worse, he flipped her onto her back. Nobody had EVER done that to her. Nobody could just…throw her around. Make her legs sprawl open like a common whore.
But he did. No super strength, no taunting, he flipped her over and slapped his huge cock against her soaked pussy. The tip dragged through her folds, teasing her clit before he pushed back inside her with one smooth thrust.
Magik didn't get it. How? How could he casually make her feel like an ordinary person? How could sex be THIS easy for a man?
Her head fell back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as he filled her completely.
"T-t-this isn't possibly—! How did you—"
"You're not heavy, you know. Oh, and your super strength and stuff is gone. Remember?"
"Fuck," she gasped, her eyes rolling back as he started to move again. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider as he fucked her, his cock stretching her open, making her want to scream. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! FUUUCCKK~!!❤"
Magik from Marvel Rivals was a confident, self-assured Russian woman. Yet like all the chicks that he put in his bed, he watched her fall apart beneath him. His hips snapped forward, his cock hitting her cervix, the pleasure making her toes curl. "I hope this is to your liking."
"F-f-f-fuck—fucking CUMMMINNG~!❤"
Magik couldn't answer. Her body was on fire, every nerve screaming with pleasure as he fucked her harder, faster, his cock pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy. Her hands clawed at the sheets, her back arching as another orgasm tore through her, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.
The black smoky make-up around her eyes was ruined. A couple stray tears rolled down her face.
So he slowed down. He waited. This was their first meeting, after all.
"You alright?"
Magik…
Magik was no whore. She was no slut. Oh sure, she commonly said, "Fuck or fight," but it never materialized and led to anything because she always fought.
But this man…
Oh god, all she wanted to do was FUCK.
But she could barely move. Barely see this man through her tears.
"P-p-please," she begged, the word slipping out before she could stop it. Her pride was in tatters. "Please, don't stop. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me❤!"
He smiled. His hands seized her hips and he lifted her off the bed, her legs wrapping around his waist as he continued to fuck her. The change in angle made his cock rub against her clit with every thrust. A cock this big could do it.
"Fucking deep, FUCKING GOOD❤, FUCKING HEEELLL~!!❤ THIS FUCKING COCCKKK~!❤ I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW GOOD IT IS!!!❤"
"You gonna cum again?" He just fucked her harder as if to make a point. "You gonna cum all over my cock, Queen of Limbo?"
Magik couldn't speak. Her mouth opened, but no words came out, just broken moans and gasp. All she could do was grab his shoulders and hold on. Hold on as her pussy clenched around that ridiculous cock; hold on as her nerves shuddered; hold on as her nails dug into his shoulders as she clung to him.
He was the first and he wouldn't stop. He kept fucking her, his cock driving into her again and again, not giving her a moment to recover. The overstimulation made her scream in a good way. The best way. It gave her the adrenaline of battle.
"FUCKING CUMMINIING!❤ PLLEEASEE~!❤ LET ME CUM FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!❤"
But it was different. It wasn't about defiance, it was acceptance.
His balls were heavy and in a loose sack that epically swung up her ass. He slowed his thrusts and between pants, he asked, "You want to cum again, huh? Bet you want me to fill you up?"
"Yes, please," Magik whimpered, her pride completely shattered. "Please, I need it. I need your fucking cum."
Without another word, he started to fuck her again, his pace faster, harder, his cock pounding into her dripping pussy. His hands went to her ass cheeks. He fucked the shit out of her, no holding back. This Russian bitch was the type to catch a second wind, to fuck back.
"Here it is then!"
He emptied his balls not a moment sooner. Everything he had, he gave to her womb.
When he finally pulled out, his cum spilled out of her, a thick, gooey white waterfall. Magik's pussy was a mess in his arms, wanting to fall but held up by his hands groping her ass cheeks. He put her down.
Magik was done for, trembling and gasping for breath. She'd been fucked raw, and she'd loved every second of it.
"N-no…"
Huh?
Her yellow pupils sharpened and looked over at him. Her legs were spread and her black make-up was ruined.
But she wasn't.
Her pussy throbbed and oozed with his seed. But the hunger inside her wasn't sated. No, it roared louder now, demanding more. Her pride, her position as the Queen of Limbo, meant nothing in this moment. All she wanted was his cock—his massive, monstrous cock—filling her again.
She picked herself up and crawled toward him on unsteady knees, sweating and dark eyeliner smudged, giving her a wild, broken look that only deepened her allure.
He stood there on his knees, his cock confusingly hard. "I should have expected as much," he said, chuckling. He watched her approach with a casual indifference that drove her mad. He didn't even seem to realize the power he held over her, the way his mere presence reduced her to a begging, desperate mess.
Magik reached him, her trembling hands wrapping around the thick base of his dick. She didn't say a word; she didn't need to. Her actions spoke louder than any plea. She leaned forward, her full lips parting as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around him, tasting herself, tasting him, the mixture of flavors making her moan around his length.
She didn't go deep. She couldn't. Only five inches or so. She had the aggression but she hadn't developed the throat for it.
"Keep going," He said, as if he weren't completely unraveling her with his cock. His hand settled on the back of her head, not forcing her, but guiding her, reminding her who was in control.
Magik obeyed, sinking her mouth down his shaft inch by inch, her throat stretching to accommodate his girth. Her lips wrapped around him, sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper. She gagged at the eight inch mark, tears welling in her eyes, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. She needed him. Needed to feel him claim her again.
The bulge in her throat was visible, the outline of his thick cock pushing against her skin. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she worked his length, her head bobbing up and down with a rhythm that was almost feral. Her lips made obscene, wet sounds as she sucked him, the sound mixing with her strained gasps and choked moans.
There was that aggression again.
His balls tightened reflexively as she took him deeper. Ten inches now, but still not fully there. Close enough though. He grunted, his fingers tangling in her hair, his grip tightening as she sucked him with a desperation that bordered on worship.
"Good girl."
She whined around his cock. She wanted to choke on him, wanted to feel him break her completely.
Fuck—why did she feel this way? Because of cock? Because it felt good? She felt pathetic until a glob of pre-cum reminded her.
"That's it," He growled, his hips moving now, fucking her throat with shallow, controlled thrusts. "Take it all, you greedy fucking queen."
Magik's eyes rolled back, her body shaking as she obeyed, her throat opening wider, her lips sucking harder. She felt herself losing control, her pride slipping further away with every passing second. She was his. Completely his. And she didn't care.
"I'm gonna cum," He warned, his voice strained, his grip on her hair tightening.
Magik moaned around him, the sound desperate, pleading. She wanted it. Wanted him to fill her throat with his cum, wanted to taste every drop of him.
So he did.
His hips jerked, his cock pulsing as he came, his hot cum spilling into her throat.
Magik swallowed eagerly, her lips sealed around him as she took every drop, her throat working to accommodate the thick, salty load. She didn't waste a single drop, her tongue lapping at his shaft as he pulled back, her lips suctioning around him until he was completely empty.
When he finally pulled out, she gasped for air, her chest heaving, her lips swollen and slick with his cum. She looked up at him, her dark eyeliner smeared.
"F-fuck…" The old Magik was back, sort-of. Because, despite the loads she extracted, he was still fucking hard. Couldn't he at least go soft for a couple seconds? "Ghh…j-just what are you…?"
He wagged his cock like it was a toy.
Her gaze followed despite her furrowed brows. "I'm genuinely impressed, you can keep going."
"A-are you, ngggh~!❤, Are you looking down on me?"
Emerging from her gaping pussy was his cum and she wore a look that was mildly pissed. Magik seemed, heh, cute. Was this her way of pouting?
"No way, it's a compliment, I swear. Anyway, the rain looks like it's letting up. Want to—"
Her hand shot out, grabbed his cock and reeled him in by tugging on his cock to put him on top of her. She wore a feral grin.
"No. Fucking. Way. This monster cock of yours is going to pound me for the rest of the damn night, understand!?"
"Yes, ma'am."
***
Next morning,
"I WON'T—I WON'T—I WON'T LOOOOSEEE~!❤"
"CUMMIING, BABY, I'M CUUMMIIING~!!!❤"
"YOU FUCK LIKE A DEMON!!❤ IT'S SO FUCKING DEEEP~!❤"
****
The heavy front doors of his mansion clicked shut behind Illyana Rasputina. She dragged her boots a little as she walked, yawning, golden hair loose and tumbling over her shoulders. Her right hand absently brushed the hilt of her sword, muscle memory from a lifetime of waking up in less peaceful places. Here, though, the only thing prowling the halls was the faint smell of food wafting from deeper inside.
Her nose twitched. "Breakfast."
She followed the scent, down the hall and into the kitchen. She almost got lost, the mansion was huge. But when she arrived at her destination, a wicked grin appeared.
He stood at the stove, completely naked, back to her, working over a skillet. The muscles of his shoulders flexed with every movement, and below… well, she couldn't miss it. His big balls and bigger cock swung whenever he had to jog or move too quickly.
"Magik!"
"Call my Illyana when we're not fucking."
"Right, Illyana!"
"Morning," Magik said smoothly, unbothered, and sat herself at the counter like she owned the place. "Your aim in the kitchen is as fine as your swordplay."
"I do my best."
She only smirked, watching as he turned back to the stove. On the counter already sat plates of food: scrambled eggs topped with fresh chives, golden-brown hash browns, and thick slices of toasted sourdough. A side plate held sausage links, steaming hot.
"Eat while it's hot,"
Illyana didn't need to be told twice. She grabbed a fork, carved into the eggs, and took a bite. The fluffy texture and butter melted on her tongue. Her expression softened despite herself. "Mmm. Better than the slop I've eaten in Limbo. You'll do."
"Glad you approve."
She shoveled in another bite, then looked up slyly. "You got vodka to go with this?"
"Not for breakfast. You'll have to settle for orange juice."
"Tch." She rolled her eyes, though she still took the juice he poured her. One sip, and she nodded approvingly. "Mm. Passable."
"Wait, so, you can drink in Limbo?"
"What kind of place do you think Limbo is?"
"Err...to be honest, I don't know. I don't really read comics that much."
"I own a brewery," she snorted, "although no one visits."
Yeah, he didn't understand Limbo at all.
They ate in companionable silence for a few minutes, he humming lightly to himself as he sliced into the sausages. Illyana stretched, propping her chin on one hand, watching the bastard. It seemed that this whole harem business made him forgo clothes sometimes.
Ah, no, wait, in the morning, he received a blowjob and then fucked whoever it was that was responsible for it.
"Interesting…"
Finishing the last of her eggs, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Today I've got to meet with the Scarlet Witch," Magik said casually. "Where is she?"
"In the basement," He replied, cleaning up the skillet. "You'll usually find her there."
Illyana stretched again, yawned, then pushed her plate back across the counter. "Alright. After I get more food."
"Coming right up."
Illyana smirked, leaning back with her arms crossed, legs spread lazily, every inch the picture of a queen waiting to be served.
Ten minutes later, Magik stood from the counter after finishing her plate, stretching her arms high above her head until her spine gave a satisfying pop.
The motion drew his eye—though he quickly tried to look away.
Her black shorts clung tight, leather hugging every curve, and the faint sheen of the material caught the morning light through the kitchen window. Illyana wasn't unaware of it either. Years of training as both warrior and sorceress had left her ass strong and sculpted.
When she bent slightly to set her glass in the sink, the shorts framed her ass perfectly—round, firm, the sort of athletic build that came less from vanity and more from necessity. Yet, the confidence with which she carried herself turned strength into allure. She didn't walk so much as stalk, hips swaying with a feline certainty that said: I know you're looking. Go ahead.
Smirking to herself, Illyana glanced over her shoulder just once, catching him in the act. "Enjoying the view?" she teased, voice low and amused.
"No" (Would have like it without clothes)
Her grin widened. "Relax. If I didn't want you to notice, I wouldn't wear these. Anyway, as much as I'd like backshots…" Her brows furrowed. "I have a witch to speak to. I'll catch you later, Baby."
So she walked off, confident and uber serious and leaving him with a boner.
***
Magik was a sorcerer, a queen, a warrior, and a chaotic mess of a woman. She was wild, she made dark jokes, and she never stopped investigating the matters of this world. Out of all the women he had met, she appeared the most eager to find out what was causing all this.
Still, that didn't mean she did nothing or that she didn't let herself get railed while showering. Nope, that all happened too.
It had been three days since Magik moved in.
He was in one of his many rooms playing Marvel Rivals. Huge television screen and a huge couch and expensive equipment. He had everything.
Today, so far, had been a dull day. As in, no sex with anyone. The ladies were busy with one thing or another. He had been playing for five hours and his balls were aching. Aside from time spent travelling, he had someone to drain him of a load at least three or four times a day.
At this point, he half-absently considered calling someone for a booty call.
'After another game,' he told himself. He began waiting for the next round of competitive play.
Luckily or unluckily, the choice was already made for him and the door opened. He didn't look up immediately—until he heard her voice.
"So this is where you spend all your time, da?" Magik's voice was smooth, with just a hint of mischief. She stood in the doorway, a loose white hoodie hanging off one shoulder, revealing a sliver of skin. Her complexion wasn't completely pale, there was a kind of tannedness to her. A darker shade of beige, if that. Her legs were bare, and it didn't take long for him to notice she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"Uh… yeah. This is my setup. What are you doing here?"
Magik spent time speaking to the Scarlet Witch and Hela about matters of this world and magic. The three of them seemed to get along in a weird way.
Magik sauntered in, her smirk widening as she flopped down on the couch beside him. "So this is Marvel Rivals. I saw myself in there yesterday. It's… strange. Like looking into a mirror, but not quite." She tilted her head. "Tell me about this game again? Marvel Rivals, yes?"
"Yeah. Obviously, it has all you girls in it. It's a team-based shooter. You can play as different heroes, each with their own abilities."
"And my abilities? How do they work?" she asked, leaning forward slightly, her hoodie slipping a little more.
"You've got this sword, right? And you can teleport. It's pretty cool. Want me to show you?"
"Da," she purred, scooting closer to him on the couch until their thighs were almost touching.
So he played as Magik. Probably wasn't the correct team composition. Buuut when a hot babe like Magik told you, a gamer guy, to do something, you did it.
He ended up winning the match. He also won MVP.
Magik tilted her head and remarked, "Interesting pose…"
"Oh, there's actually a lot of poses you can do. Let me show you."
He clicked off and showed Magik, well, her skins. Her victory poses and her abilities and everything. Everything that the game Magik did, he showed to the real Magik.
After a while, he suggested, "Hey, do you want to try," and handed her a controller, his fingers brushing against hers for a moment longer than necessary. He quickly pulled away, clearing his throat. "Here, I'll walk you through the basics."
As they played, Magik picked up the controls surprisingly fast. She got REALLY into it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! How the fuck did I die!? This is bullshit!"
…she was definitely louder in real life than in game.
Magik's team lost—badly. He winced. "Ugh, that was brutal. Your teammate probably should have switched."
"I know right!? Foolish men with their foolish ideals." She was speaking over the type and crossed her arms. "Haah…but I understand the addiction. It's a fun game."
"You don't get time to play games, huh?"
Magik's lips flattened. "No."
"Well…maybe you can play with me."
Magik gave an unreadable glance. Then, without warning, she reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him toward her. "Play with you? Oh my, how forward."
"H-huh? T-that's not what I…" His breath hitched as she leaned in, her face inches from his. Her eyes were sharp, piercing, but there was a softness there too—a vulnerability that made his heart race.
"Can I kiss you?" she asked suddenly, her tone daring him to say no.
He stared at her, his mind racing. He nodded wordlessly.
Magik didn't wait. She closed the distance between them, her lips pressing against his in a kiss that was both tender and hungry. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she deepened the kiss, and he responded instinctively, his hands finding her waist and pulling her closer.
He could feel her warmth through the thin fabric of her hoodie, and as he shifted slightly, he felt something else—a growing hardness pressing against her thigh. Magik pulled back just enough to smirk at him.
"Well," Magik said, drawing out the seconds, "that's interesting."
Magik pulled back until her feet were at his zipper. Like a pro, she fetched out his semi-erect cock and stroked it once. She wore that cocky smirk.
"Never done this before. Hope you like it~!"
Her feet stroked his cock a couple times until he was fully and completely hard. Her technique was quite flimsy, nothing special. It was the effort and the passion that made Magik hot. The eye contact as she recognized the effect she had on her man.
She licked her lips. A healthy, angry cock was in front of her. A challenge and a gift. She shifted her weight, her bare thighs pressing against his as she straddled him. Her hoodie hiked up just enough to reveal the smooth expanse of her cunt and his massive erection slipped up her hoodie, rubbing between her booty cheeks.
Her lips brushed against his ear.
"You're frustrated. I can feel it." She grinded against the cock inside her hoodie and rubbing up and down her ass. "Let me help you with that."
His hands instinctively gripped her hips. Magik smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she had on him. She leaned back, puffing out her chest and her hands resting on his thighs.
One hand drifted back and stroked him through the thick layer of cloth that was her hoodie. Thirteen inches was no joke.
He swallowed hard, his cock throbbing painfully with cloth and ass to touch. "Magik…" His voice was rough, almost pleading, but she cut him off with a kiss.
"Shh," she murmured, her fingers trailing down his neck. "Let me take care of you." She reversed herself, her ass suddenly in his face and her face to his cock. Thirteen inches of hard, pulsing flesh sprang free, and she couldn't help but stare.
"Well, well," Magik said, her voice laced with amusement and something darker. "This close, it somehow looks even bigger." Her fingers wrapped around him, testing the weight and length of his cock before giving him a slow stroke. Alex groaned, his head falling back.
Magik didn't break eye contact as she leaned down, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock. "You're going to like this," she whispered before taking him into her mouth.
The feeling was overwhelming—her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing and tasting him. His hands clenched as she took him deeper, her lips wrapping tightly around his shaft. She moved slowly at first, savoring the sensation, but soon her pace quickened, her mouth working him with a skill that left him breathless.
So he decided to retaliate and eat her pussy. Magik let out a proud hum.
This was a duel of sorts. This was a challenge. Who would cum first: Him or Magik?
Every pull of her lips, every flick of her tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. He was much more sensitive today. No morning fuck and no breakfast blowjob either. 'Fuck, fuck…!'
He ate her pussy and rolled his tongue along her pussylips. He decided to try to tease her and then slip his tongue inside. Magik reacted to this. "Mmmph~❤!" And momentarily, he saw her side-eye. Her confidence and her smirk, as if to say, "Good."
Things were getting close. He could feel himself dancing on the edge. If he wasn't already sitting, he might have collapsed. Magik sucked him aggressively like a sugar addict with a lollipop. She dipped up and down, never going too deep. Magik understood her role, her speciality: a vacuum-like amount of sucking. Just sucking and sucking and not letting him breathe.
Her hand joined her mouth, stroking the base of his cock in time with her movements. The combined sensations were too much—He was close, so close, and so was magic. Both climaxed at the same time. Magik went *gulp, gulp, gulp*while he lapped at her pussy juices. Her thick thighs locked around his head. He loved it. They both shared the same twisting look of ecstasy.
Of course, like all her previous attempts, his attempted was too much to handle. His cum dripped down her chin and on his balls, as if to return to where they came from. When everything was said and done, Magik gasped for the open air and cursed.
"Dammit, still can't swallow…!"
Whereas he looked happily dazed after eating out her gushing pussy.
Magik's legs loosened up and she flipped over to nestle between his legs. Licking her lips she looked up at him. "Not yet," she said. "I'm not done with you."
She gave him a slow stroke to feel if his cock would go soft before leaning back in. He could feel the smirk on her lips as they wrapped around him once more.
This time she went deeper, taking him to the ten inch mark as if to prove she could handle every inch of him. She couldn't but she did her best. Her tongue worked magic on him, licking and sucking in a rhythm that had him trembling under her touch. The sounds he made were beyond his control—low moans and gasps that only seemed to spur her on.
Her eyes stayed locked on his as she pleasured him utterly. There was something intensely intimate about the way she watched him. A predator relishing every moment of control she had over her prey. And god, did she have control. Every stroke of her hand, every swirl of her tongue pushed him closer to the edge until he was shaking with the effort to hold back.
But Magik wasn't done yet. With a final, deliberate motion, she took him deep once more—and this time, she didn't let go.
He came.
She swallowed everything—and proudly. She even opened her mouth to show the mess he had made. She shut her jaw and gave a grin.
Truly, Magik was worthy of being the Queen of Limbo.
So he treated her as such.
Over the next hour, he started fucking her brains out. Pure sex, pure animal Magik was EASILY the loudest woman he had ever fucked and she never stopped challenging him.
"Is that all you've got!? Huh!? Fuck me HARDER!!❤"
She was receiving backshot after backshot and demanding more!?
"The queen needs to be taught a lesson then!" He followed up by flipping her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so she was on her knees. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back as he fucked her harder, deeper. "You want more, Your Highness? I'll give you more!"
And he did. For an hour straight, he pounded into her, every thrust making her scream his name. Her body was slick with sweat, her muscles tensing and trembling as he took her to the edge again and again.
Then came the second hour. Somehow, Magik was grinning down at him and had him pinned down by the thighs. But this time, she didn't go for his cock—she went lower. Her tongue traced a line down his stomach, swirling around his navel before moving even lower. She took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently as her tongue circled it. He groaned, his hands fisting in the sheets.
"Fuck, fuck—!"
"Good to see a man's balls are still their weakness." Never breaking eye contact, she moved to the other ball, giving it the same treatment. Then she licked a stripe up the length of his slightly larger right testicle, her eyes meeting his as she took him into her mouth.
For what felt like an hour but was probably ten minutes, she teased him like that, alternating between sucking his balls and licking on his balls. His cock was painfully hard and painfully on the brink of cumming and every time he got close, she pulled back, letting him cool down before starting again. By the end of it, his dick was trembling. Twitching and begging for release, an angry shade of red that simply wanted to explode.
"Cum then." She smirked and kissed the tip. "Cum, my loyal subject. Mwah!"
Two kisses and he busted. Let's just say there were still sticky spots on the ceiling.
Finally, they moved to the shower. The water was hot, steam filling the room as he pinned Magik against the tiled wall. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, angling himself so he could slide into her again. Her back arched as he pushed in, a loud moan escaping her lips.
"Fuck me harder❤," Magik demanded. "Come on, come on, come FUCKING on—!❤"
The climax hit her hard and he proceeded to fuck her speechless. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed off the walls, mixing with Magik's screams and the rush of the water. He pounded into her relentlessly, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars.
"CUMMING, CUMMING, I'M CUMMING LIKE A FUCKING MANIAACCC~!!!❤"
That thick Russian accent and the wholesale agreement to fucking her away at her womb, it was magical. With Magik, fucking rough was the only way to fuck. Her nails were raking down his back, almost making him bleed. If this realm wasn't what it was, she would broke his spine trying to fuck him and get his cock deeper.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUUUCK~!❤ SO FUCKING DEEP~! SO DAMN DEEEEP~!!!❤"
He cum inside her. He pulled out. The blonde stood with shaking legs.
"Fuck, fuck, this fucking cock…" Cum dropped from between her legs. The shower washed it away. Eye contact was made. Her golden eyes were glazed over with pleasure, but even now, she wouldn't stop taunting him. "Come on. Is that all you've got, gamer boy? I thought you said you could make me scream," she teased, her voice a mix of breathless defiance and sultry challenge.
He growled low in his throat, his hands tightening on her hips as he pulled her back onto his thirteen-inch cock with a brutal thrust. "You want to scream? Fine. Bend over."
Magik licked her lips and did what he wanted. He did not hold back and immediately introduced her to a thirteen inch pounding.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
This wasn't about holding back or not holding back. It was about intentionally being aggressive and wanting to fuck her concious. He pounded away, angling himself deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside her with precision.
Magik's back arched violently, her mouth falling open as a sharp cry tore from her lips. "FUCK! Oh fuck, right there—!"
"That's it, scream for me," He growled. He didn't let up, each thrust feeling harder and deeper than the last. But even as she shook, hands pressed to the wall, she kept pushing back against him, her booty meeting his with equal ferocity.
She didn't have the fattest ass but it unexpectedly firm. It clapped loudly as his balls swung.
Her elbows failed and her face crashed into the wall. She didn't stop grinning or shrieking about her orgasms.
For an hour, they fucked like that—Magik pinned against the wall, he driving into her with unrelenting force. Her screams turned hoarse, her legs trembling as she clung to the wall for support. But still, she refused to give in completely. Her golden eyes met his, a spark of defiance still burning despite the pleasure wracking her body. "You… you think you can break me? You're gonna have to fuck me harder than that. A king can't give up halfway."
"King?"
"What else are you but king? King of this measly household, oh yea, and also my king."
She had already submitted. She had already fallen into depravity. This was simply trying to fall deeper. This was about making him embrace himself as king.
Smiling, he pulled out of her abruptly, earning a frustrated groan from Magik, before turning her around to face him. Her eyes widened as he lifted her off her feet, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. He slammed her back against the wall, his cock sinking into her soaked pussy in one fluid motion. Magik's head fell back, a strangled moan escaping her lips as he began to fuck her in earnest.
"Oh fuuuck—! This is a fucking DREAM—!"
Perhaps.
The next twenty minutes was a blur of sweat, steam, and raw desire. He alternated between deep, slow thrusts and quick, punishing ones, keeping Magik on edge. He made sure to tease every inch of her body, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands wandering to squeeze her ass or pinch her nipples. She just…
"I CAN'T FUCKING STOP CUMMIIING~!!!❤"
Because he controlled. He held her up. This stud and his cock were doing everything. Blasting her womb with cum not once, not twice, but three times. Standing and fucking, standing and fucking…
"H-holy fuck, just how much more cum are you going to shove into my cunt…!❤"
Her eyes were rolling back for the first time. Indeed, Magik and her willpower were her greatest assets and up until now he had never managed to make her look like a complete whore.
Now, he did.
"All that's left is to make you dream."
"D-d-dream…?"
He put her down on the shower floor. Water rained down on them as he positioned himself over her, one hand pinning her wrists above her head while the other guided his cock back into her tight pussy.
"You'll like it," he said. "Trust me."
Magik's eyes widened as she realized what was coming next. Alex pressed his mighty dick down into her pussy. "T-this is…!"
This position. Lying down like this, her legs spread—no, hanging. And he…he was squatting and beginning to insert his cock into her poor, roughed up cunt. The more that went inside, the more she understood.
The Queen of Limbo was about to be taught a lesson. Her eyes rolled back when he hit her with the first of the deep, primal rhythm—the mating press. There was no escape now; he had complete control, and she could do nothing but take it. Her legs couldn't even wrap around his waist.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OH FUCK!❤"
Magik was screaming and crying from joy. She literally broke when the intensity of three back-to-back climaxes overwhelmed her. Her mind was a haze of pleasure, all rational thought evaporating under the sheer force of his dominance. She couldn't form words anymore, only broken moans and cries as he fucked her senseless.
His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be fucked until you can't think straight?" He punctuated each word with a brutal thrust, his cock stretching her wide and filling her completely.
Magik could only nod frantically, tears of pleasure streaming down her face as her body surrendered to him. She was no longer in control; she was his completely—her defiant facade shattered under the pounding of his cock.
Thirteen inches, pistoning in and out, in and out, he didn't stop. He couldn't—he was too far gone, driven by the need to claim her completely. To make her get fucked into her dreams. His thrusts became harder, faster, until finally—
"Here! It's the last!"
He delivered all the baby batter he could for what was the last time today. Balls clenched tightly and spilled into her. Like a dam, she broke and his cum leaked.
Her servants probably wouldn't be able to recognize her: make-up smeared and her stomach bulging slightly from the obscene load and the kingly cock that refused to leave her.
Her blonde hair was spilled over the floor.
His cock spilled all over her womb.
He held her wrists, kissed her, and kept pumping.
The deep, possessive kiss that left no doubt of who was in charge—that was the last thing Magik was able to do before passing out.