*Lemon*
"BLAM!"
Anissa kicked the door to Mark's bedroom open before closing it with her foot. She threw Mark, who was on her shoulder, onto the bed. Looking at him with a hunger in her eyes.
"It is finally time for me to mate," said Anissa as she began removing her top and revealing her huge breasts. They were probably the biggest, aside from Amanda's in her She-Hulk form, he'd seen.
Anissa noticed Mark's gaze and climbed on top of him. "It seems you're fascinated with these, lumps of flesh. I have no idea what's so interesting about them to you, aside from being able to nurse our future babies. But, you can indulge yourself in them."
"He... he... y-yeah... I always had a thing for big boobs," Mark tells her. He then brings his hands towards her ample bosom, giving them a squeeze.
"~Mnnn... y-yes, I can tell, Amber and Eve both have... ample bosoms, as well as Amanda... Mnnn~" Anissa let out cute sounds, feeling Mark tenderly playing with her breasts.
Mark sat up and took one of Anissa's nipples in her mouth.
"~Yesss~" Mark continued licking and biting Anissa's hard nipples.
Anissa, eager for the main event, pulled back slightly before removing her bottoms and panties. She then went to remove Mark's clothes, but they just morphed into a wristband, leaving him naked.
Anissa was surprised, but just licked her lips seeing Mark naked and his soldier standing at attention.
"I have been waiting to complete my mission," Anissa growled, about to insert Mark's penis into herself.
"Uhhh, a-actually I don't think we can complete it yet," Mark stammered out.
Anissa looked at Mark's face intensely. "Why not?" She said with a scowl.
"Uhhh, well, Amber, Eve, and I will be starting college soon, and I kinda wanted to wait a little bit more before I have a kid." Mark said, "We can still have sex... just with a condom, though..."
Anissa narrowed her eyes, " My mission has been on hold for the last 2 months, while I waited for you to get your relationships together, and you want to deprive me of having a child for longer. Well, I object. I don't have to join this college, so there will be no problem with me raising the child."
As she said this, Anissa plunged Mark's cock into her pussy, raw. After a second of thought, Mark decided to go along with her wishes, as even though it'd be a little earlier than he planned, he'd always wondered if he'd be able to be a father in his past life, considering his illness, and planned to be one in this life.
Besides, he doesn't wear a condom when he has sex with Amber, Eve, and Amanda anyway. He's just lucky he hasn't gotten them pregnant yet. Hopefully.
"~Mmmm, this is what I wanted~" Anissa was burning with lust. Her infatuation with Mark shows itself as she stares at his face in glee at finally having him, and shakes her hips up and down for him.
"~Nngh, this pussy is so tight~" Mark groaned.
Anissa moved like a wild beast. She had her hands on he knees and was moving like a rabbit, bouncing up and down on Mark's dick. Her tits were flapping up and down as she rode Mark.
"~Mmnn... nngh... this cock is so big and stuffing my insides. I love it~" Anissa moaned.
"Y-yeah, well, I can't let you do all the work," Said Mark as he sat up once again, placing his hands around her waist, and when she went up, he brought her back down. He also moved his hips, getting deeper into Anissa.
"~MMMN... YESS... YESSS... I'M GOING TO CUM!~" Anissa moved her face, giving Mark a deep, hungry kiss, which he reciprocated. "CUM TOGETHER WITH ME!" Anissa screamed out as she came.
"~NNGGHN~" Mark wasn't too far behind as he shot his seed directly into Anissa's pussy.
Both of them took a few moments to collect themselves after their orgasm, but Mark recovered first. Taking the opportunity, Mark flipped their positions so that now Anissa was the one under him. He then placed both of her legs over his shoulders.
"~M-mark... I just came~" Anissa stammered out.
"Hmmm... well I want to continue anyway," as he said that Mark plunged his cock into Anissa's pussy once again.
"~NNNGHHH... YOUR STRETCHING MY PUSSYYY!~" Roared Anissa. "~YESSSS... POUND ME HARDERRRR! DOMINATE ME!! MAKE ME YOURS!!!~"
"Huh... I forgot you were a masochist," Mark said as he continued pounding away in a mating press.
"~I-I'm n-not a m-masochist~," Anissa moaned, embarrassed.
"Yeah... sure... you, pure-blooded Viltrumites, act all tough and stuff, but I know you like this. Tell me, do you like to get called names? Or do you like getting physical?" Mark whispered in her ear.
"~I... I... I... like... b-both, Mark~." Anissa stammered out, panting.
"Ah... ah... ah... call me Master, you bitch." Mark says, speaking directly into her ear, and he could feel her get twice as wet.
If anyone other than Mark called her that, she would have broken their bones into powder and pulled out their stomach from their bodies. But when he did it, she almost orgasmed again.
Anissa did orgasm, when Mark told her to flip over showing her ass to him, and smacking it.
"~Turn over, pig, and get on your hands and knees.~" Mark orders her. And she complied, showing her peachy ass to him. Her ass was muscular, but still had a lot of jiggle to them.
*SMACK* "~MMMNN!~"
The sound of Mark smacking Anissa's ass and her loud moan as she orgasmed was all that could be heard. She then face planted into the bed, but a shadow loomed over her.
"Ya know... I didn't say you were finished, pig." Mark whispers before plunging his cock into her pussy once more.
"~UHNNN!~" Screamed out Anissa, as her sensitive pussy was entered again. Mark really wasn't giving her a break.
Mark moved with extreme speed, moving his hips up and down as he lay over her. The two were going so hard that if Mark hadn't made his bed extra sturdy, it would have been destroyed.
Mark really liked the feeling of dominating Anissa. While he had sympathy for Canon Mark, as he clearly didn't want it, now that it was he being the dominating one, it created a sense of perverse satisfaction, especially since Anissa was a character he'd want to fuck the most in the Invincible Universe.
("~UHH... I'M GONNA BUST!~": Author joke if you get it)
"Anissa... I-I'm gonna cum... I'll be sure to g-get you p-pregnant!" Mark groaned as he let out all of his white stuff inside Anissa's womb. "~Uhhhh!~"
"~UHNNN!~" Anissa's eyes widened as her womb was stuffed with Mark's semen.
The two then lay together, basking in the aftermath of their rough session.
"Hah... ha.. that was incredible and quite enjoyable." Anissa panted.
"I agree, especially when you got wetter at being called a bitch," Mark grinned.
Anissa blushed and scowled. "I only like being called that in bed, and by you, my mate."
"Don't worry, if anyone else calls you that, I'll throw them into space, my mate," Replied Mark. He then gave her a deep, sloppy kiss, which she reciprocated. The two continued making out until they fell asleep, with Mark playing with her breasts until then.
*Lemon End*
XXXX
Morning sunlight filtered softly through the tall windows of the Invincible Inc. penthouse, casting golden light across the marble floors and sleek furniture. Mark slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the haze of sleep. The first thing he registered was warmth. Anissa was lying beside him, her toned body pressed close, and her big chest rested on him. She was still asleep, the blankets half-draped over her figure, her breathing deep and steady.
Mark turned his head slightly to look at her. She looked peaceful. Her usual assertive intensity was completely absent, replaced by satisfaction. He kissed her cheek gently before carefully slipping out of bed, though not before a quick squeeze of her boobs which made her squirm. A hot shower helped shake off the fog of sleep, and soon he was toweling off and stepping into the hallway, his bare feet quiet on the cool floor.
When he reached the living room, he paused and smiled. Amber, Eve, and Amanda were all asleep together on the couch, curled against one another under a shared blanket. Eve's head was resting on Amanda's shoulder, while Amber had one arm flopped over Eve's waist. The sight made his heart swell.
He moved at superspeed, gently relocating each of them to one of the many empty bedrooms on his private floor. As he did so, he realized it was time to give them each their own dedicated rooms on his floor. They'd been spending more time here lately, and it only made sense. Eve had her own floor, but he might as well move her to his floor and have them all live with him. "Maybe I should just build a mega-bed for my room," he muttered to himself, chuckling as he stretched.
He got to work in the kitchen, moving like clockwork. Omelets first, folded carefully with cheese and chopped vegetables. Then waffles, stacked high and golden. Bacon sizzled in a pan to the side. He made plenty, knowing how everyone would wake up hungry, especially Amanda, now that she had a new form and probably a faster metabolism as a result.
Just as he was flipping another pancake, his communicator buzzed.
Tapping the device embedded in his wristband, a blue holographic screen appeared. A Viltrumite soldier saluted from the bridge of the mothership parked on the moon.
"Emperor Mark," the soldier said, standing at attention. "We've received a report that Former Grand Regent Thragg was attacked. The source was an unknown mechanical construct. He survived, but the encounter has raised some concerns."
Mark's eyes narrowed slightly. He nodded. "Tell Thragg to meet me at the mothership. I'll be there shortly."
"Yes, sire." The soldier saluted, then the transmission cut out.
Mark set the spatula down and glanced toward the hallway where his partners were still sleeping. He didn't want to leave before they were all up, but this needed his attention. 'Tis the duty of the one who bears the crown, and Mark had to shoulder that burden as the VIltrumites were his people.
He activated his suit. The material morphed seamlessly over his body, switching from casual wear into his red-and-white emperor uniform, the Viltrumite insignia proudly displayed on his chest, and the white fur cloak flowing freely over his shoulders. He stepped out onto the balcony, letting the morning air hit his face before rising into the sky, accelerating toward the moon.
The Viltrumite ship came into view quickly, parked on the moon's surface, cloaked in a shimmering layer of shielding. He flew into the hangar bay, activating the airlock, and was quickly greeted by a Viltrumite Soldier who saluted and directed him to a meeting room.
As he walked down the corridor, the soldier gave him a data tablet. "We compiled what we could from our surveillance units. Here's the footage from the encounter," the soldier said. "But there's something else, sir."
Mark raised an eyebrow.
"The audio from the video, it's… dangerous. The sound it emitted injured multiple Viltrumites who tried to analyze it. All of them felt disorientation, and immense crippling pain."
Mark took the tablet and looked over the footage silently. As he watched Thragg being knocked off his feet, clearly in pain from the sonic weapon, Mark's mind narrowed in on two potential culprits. He didn't confirm anything yet. Instead, he handed the tablet back and spoke calmly.
"Send the full video, audio included, to the meeting room. I'll analyze it there."
The soldier hesitated, clearly worried. "Sire, I would advise against playing the audio in an enclosed space."
Mark looked him in the eye. "I'll be fine. Just make sure the room is sealed off."
The soldier gave a crisp nod and walked away. Mark entered the meeting room a moment later and sat down as the projector activated, casting a three-dimensional hologram of the battle into the center of the room. The visuals were clear: Thragg was in civilian clothes being blindsided in a snowy forest by a massive humanoid machine, armed with advanced weaponry. The sonic attack visibly staggered Thragg, forcing him to his knees and bleeding from the ears.
Mark watched the entire clip in silence. Then he played it again, this time using his enhanced vision and hearing to notice things not easily noticed. He tuned his ears specifically to the audio spectrum, dissecting it layer by layer. He blocked the harmful frequencies instinctively, letting his Kryptonian biology handle what his Viltrumite side could not.
That was when he saw it. A nearly invisible insect-sized machine was buzzing around the wreckage, drawn to a patch of blood in the snow. It hovered, scanned, then landed briefly and absorbed some before flying away.
Mark paused the video and leaned back in his chair.
It was him.
He didn't want it to be, but all the signs pointed to one person. Mark had thought that maybe he'd make the right choices this time, that events would play out differently. But some people seemed to follow the path they were destined for.
The door opened in front of him, and Thragg stepped inside. No longer dressed in civilian garb, but clad once more in the pristine, all-white battle uniform of the Viltrumite elite.
"Greetings, sire. You asked to see me."
Mark stood with his arms behind his back, projecting calm authority. "Yeah. I wanted to go over what happened during your encounter with that robot yesterday."
Thragg raised an eyebrow slightly but kept his posture steady. "It wasn't much of a threat. The sound-based attack was… inconvenient, but otherwise it posed no real danger."
Mark narrowed his eyes but didn't challenge the exaggeration. "I've seen the footage. You held your own. Good. That said, I want you to come with me. We're going to track down whoever sent that machine after you."
Thragg blinked. For a moment, he looked genuinely confused. "You want me to accompany you for vengeance?"
Internally, Thragg felt something unexpected—a slight pang of surprise. Part of him thought Mark would have brushed this off, maybe even used it as an excuse to parade him around as weak to his former subordinates. But no, Mark was treating Thragg differently than a normal Viltrumite emperor would. A normal Viltrumite emperor wouldn't care about the well-being of their subordinate so long as they survived.
Mark nodded once. "Yeah. I can't be having my citizens being attacked without consequences."
Without another word, Thragg straightened up and nodded. "Understood."
Two other Viltrumite soldiers were standing nearby them, already suited for departure, flanking Mark as he led them out of the meeting chamber and into open space. In a flash of red and white, the Emperor shot forward toward Earth, the others following just behind.
During the flight, Mark didn't say much. His mind was thinking through his suspicions. The sophistication of the Robot's design… the sound frequency Viltrumites were weak to... the blood collecting. It all pointed to one person, but he still didn't understand why.
XXXX
Already waiting outside the GDA, after receiving reports of four incoming signatures, were Cecil Stedman and Donald Ferguson.
"So what's with the impromptu visit?" Cecil asked flatly, though Mark could detect the tightness in his voice.
Mark didn't answer right away. Instead, he pulled a small metallic disc from his belt and activated it, projecting a holographic recording of the battle Thragg had faced. The footage played out in full, including the moment when the sonic weapon triggered and blood began dripping from Thragg's ears.
Cecil's expression didn't change much, but Mark's supervision caught the slight dilation of his pupils, and he heard the subtle rise in his heart rate.
"I'm not here to accuse you," Mark said coolly, "but I need to know: was this you? Or someone working under your command?"
Cecil looked offended, as expected. "Excuse me? You think I sent a fifty-foot robot to attack one of your people? Especially, when we just allied?"
Mark's expression didn't waver. "No. I think you're smarter than that. Which is why I'm asking."
He tapped the disc again, and this time the projection changed to an underground facility buried beneath a southwestern desert. A massive cage surrounded the re-animated corpse of the Depth Dweller, alive but clearly sedated.
"Your monster is still in containment," Mark said quietly. "So I knew it wasn't you that attacked Thragg. But someone who worked with you had access to its audio signature."
Cecil looked between the hologram and Mark. His mouth opened for a rebuttal, then closed again. He was concerned with how Mark acquired surveillance on their activities and how much he knew, but it seemed as though Mark didn't care about them building weapons against his people. He sighed. "Yeah… alright. You've made your point. We weaponized that thing before we knew Viltrumites weren't an extinction-level threat anymore. But we didn't use it at all. We didn't authorize any attacks."
Mark nodded dismissively. "I believe you."
Cecil looked mildly surprised. "You do?"
"You forget I can hear lies. You're telling the truth. Which means someone else had the audio. Someone who could build something this complex, and had worked on the project with you." Mark paused. "Is Robot here?"
Cecil's eyes narrowed. "You think Robot did this? Why would he do such a thing?"
'He probably still wanted a new body, but why Thragg's? Didn't he want Rex's? I thought deterring him the first time made him give up after he hadn't made an attempt in a while.' Mark thinks.
"Just suspicion... " Mark says.
There was a brief silence.
"Robot's not here," Cecil finally said. "He's at the Guardians' HQ."
Mark turned to the others. "We're going."
Before lifting off, he looked over his shoulder. "You and I agreed on how to handle attacks like this. If a human targets one of my people, it's the Empire's jurisdiction."
Cecil nodded grimly. "Understood."
As Mark and the others rose into the sky, Cecil pulled out his comm and barked to Donald, "Move the Depth Dweller to another location. And get Sinclair to prep a few reanimen. Just in case this turns into something bigger than it already is."
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Author's Notes:
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