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🕑 Added 2016-12-05 21:35:44 +0000 UTC “I don’t understand,” Piotr Rasputin said.“Yes, time travel,” Jean empathized. She was good at that. “It’s always confusing. Basically, in the future, you and I, among others, will be chosen as hosts for the Phoenix entity.”
“Both of us?”
“Not exactly… I’ll be dead at the time, but… present. It will be you, Scott, Emma, Namor, and Illyana. The Phoenix will be fractured, which will make it more manageable, but also more dangerous. Scott and Emma have allied with me, while Illyana has gone mad with power.”
If there was surprise in Piotr, he didn’t show it. “She has been mad long before she had power. I fear that kind of power does very poorly at fighting your own worst impulses.”
He’d know. At this point in the timeline, Piotr had the Red Gem of Cyttorak, increasing his power to the dangerous levels of a Hulk or Red Hulk. Ever the gentle giant, Piotr’s care and caution had grown exponentially.
“She’s rewriting the timeline to make herself a god, recruiting younger versions of myself and Scott. We’re doing the same, but to increase our control over our shards of the Phoenix. The better we can govern its desires, the more malleable it is. It burns away lies, repression, so we give it nothing to burn.”
“Yes, I understand all that—you hope to gain the allegiance of myself and the Phoenix shard inside me, already inside me because of how the timeline echoes and twists.” Piotr shook his head. Even that gesture was carefully considered. “I cannot allow love for my sister to guide my actions, not in her present state. Even if I cannot fully trust the three of you, I would rather you hold this power than Illyana. For all our sakes. Even hers.”
“We thought you’d say that,” Jean replied. “But Illyana can travel your timeline, attempt to form an alliance sometime when you’re on better terms. Then she’ll use you to reach out to the Phoenix. We need to make a stronger connection. To satisfy the Phoenix inside you, not suppress it.”
“So then what are we doing waiting in a lawyer’s office, being eyed by some overly inactive secretary?” Piotr took a moment to stare her down. “I can go find Katya, make things right with her…”
“Later. That’s love, not lust. And we need to offer the Phoenix all the satisfaction it can get.”
The secretary briefly touched her earpiece, nodded, then touched it again. “Ms. Walters will see you now.”
***
“Mr. Rasputin. Ms. Grey.”
Jennifer Walters had evidently just finished exercising. She was in her bestial She-Hulk form, the musclebound green immensity of her somehow drowned out by her sheer charisma. She was possibly the least gormless woman Jean had ever met, and covered in sweat, her svelte legs and powerful thighs outlined in yoga pants, a sports bra struggling to hold in her ponderous large breasts and still showing an ample expanse of cleavage. It would’ve bordered on the obscene were it not for the towel dangling over her shoulders, edging over her décolletage.
Wiping her forehead with the towel, and offering an unabashed glimpse of her pert nipples darting through the bra before she dropped it back down, Jennifer leaned against her desk. “Sorry about my, eh, dishabille. I would’ve kept you waiting while I grabbed a quick shower and put on a nice pantsuit, but I figured with the likes of you, A. it couldn’t wait and B. you’d forgive a little informality.”
Jean picked up on a few surface thoughts concerning how people who went into battle wearing minidresses and manties didn’t have much room to talk when it came to professional attire.
“It’s fine,” she assured Jennifer. “We’re here about an old enemy of ours. Cain Marko?”
“Oh?” Jennifer had a good poker face, but Jean could pick up the alarm klaxons in her head. “I know you X-Men aren’t particularly choosy when it comes to who you let on your teams, but I hope you don’t expect me to defend someone who’s tried to kill my cousin a score of times.”
“We’re not here about you defending him.”
“Good.”
“We’re here about you fucking him.”
“пизде́ц!” Piotr cried.
“I certainly did no such thing with the Juggernaut!” Jennifer said with frayed calm. “Maybe you’re thinking of Red She-Hulk or, uh, Amadeus Cho…”
“It’s okay, Jen. Whether you did it or not… either you were curious enough to try it, or you didn’t try it and have people saying you did anyway. If that’s the case… why do the time and not enjoy the crime?”
“Because Cain Marko is a criminal! A dirty, duplicitous ox of a man who fucking destroyed the World Trade Center! I don’t care what kind of Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex bullshit someone on the internet uses to argue he’s one of like five people that could please me, or how drunk I was, or if he was a fucking X-Man back when that meant you weren’t a terrorist—no offense—I still wouldn’t do it! Besides, Dan Slott said it was an identical doppelganger of me from a parallel universe, so there!”
“Who is Dan Slott?” Piotr asked confusedly.
“It doesn’t matter. In a lot of ways,” Jean assured him. “Jennifer, I think you’re missing my point. My friend Piotr here is strong enough to, let’s say, give you trouble in an arm-wrestling match to begin with. Now he has the Ruby of Cyttorak. He’s quite possibly the most powerful man on Earth at the moment. And he’s never been a supervillain.”
“For very long,” Piotr said conscientiously, remembering a short stint with Magneto’s Acolytes. He didn’t know what he’d been thinking.
“For very long,” Jean repeated. “He’d been hit on the head. Really hard.”
“That’s great,” Jennifer said, “and I appreciate that you X-Men are finally acknowledging when one of you just so needs to get laid. But I just don’t spread for anyone who makes an appointment and is a Class 100 in the ol’ OHOTMU.”
“Okay then, we had better go,” Piotr said, standing hurriedly.
With a little telekinetic help, Jean unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and dropped his trousers. Briefs, too.
Jean was amazed at the size of his cock, even limp. It looked as if it could rip a girl in two—but what a way to go. If she thought she could handle it, she wouldn’t mind swapping places with Jennifer.
Jennifer crossed her arms. “Am I supposed to be impressed?”
Piotr frowning, pausing as he stooped to retrieve his pants. “You are not?”
“Sure, you’re big.” Jennifer arched her brows. “Huge, even. So what?” She took off her towel and patted her face with it. “I’ve had huge. Heck, I’ve had robots. Compared to Reed Richards’ idea of a vibrator, you’re not so big.”
Jean thought she understood the problem. She too wasn’t as dumbstruck with lust as she had been on certain occasions. She was much more aroused by Scott, because his huge cock looked quite disproportionate to his slim body. With Piotr’s massive frame, it was only common sense that his member be equally vast. Sure, it was big, but you were expecting big. There was no element of surprise, of novelty. No wonder Jennifer was jaded.
“Maybe if you armored up,” Jean suggested.
Piotr nodded, his pride at stake, and turned himself to metal.
His height rose from six foot six to seven foot five.
The change in his cock was even more impressive.
Jennifer dropped her towel.
“You might want to get naked,” Jean further suggested, helpful to a fault.
***
Jean couldn’t take her eyes off them. In a way, she felt a kinship with Jennifer. She too had been polite, courteous, almost mild-mannered, before something had seized her, changed her, twisted her. For both of them, it had taken quite a lot to come to terms with the beast within. They’d had to acknowledge that it wasn’t all the gamma radiation, the Phoenix, that there was plenty of lust and rage and suppressed desires within them both to give those external factors ample nesting ground.
Now, Jean wished she could be like that lucky girl, getting cock and lots of it.
As soon as she was naked, Jennifer had dropped to her knees to try blowing a metal cock. And as soon as she had her lips around him, Piotr had picked her up and turned her Amazonian body upside-down, holding her pussy to his face for him to aggressively sixty-nine.
Piotr’s long shaft was sinking into the She-Hulk’s eager mouth and her loud sucking could be heard even over the roar of the janitors vacuuming outside. And the soft moan coming from Jennifer’s throat told of even more exciting things happening. Jean moved a little and saw Piotr’s face jammed up against Jennifer’s sex, lewdly slurping and lapping and licking along her slit. His tongue wasn’t missing a single inch of her pussy.
Jean felt the familiar tingling in her own groin. What would it be like to be down there, in Jennifer’s place, dark hair fluttering down over Piotr’s crotch, tickling his balls as she took his cock in her mouth and sucked. Sucked hard.
The thought almost made it a reality for Jean. As she watched, it became more and more real. She sensed Jennifer’s thoughts, knew what it was to have Piotr’s tongue struggling to get deeper inside her. She could feel its rough, wet surface inside her, swirling around against the slickened walls of her sex. She was being tongue-fucked by him. Tremors raced through her body as the dual sensations overwhelmed her mind.
A thick, throbbing cock in her mouth. An agile tongue writhing in her pussy. She could wiggle her ass a little and let him move his tongue as cleverly as he wanted, all over her. Her juices were pouring out. He could lick them up with ease.
But that wasn’t enough. She wanted Piotr’s tongue to move back, go to her asshole, to ream her out. She shuddered and sighed, long and deep. She and Jennifer were both thinking it and it was almost too much to bear, that tongue working all over both her holes.
Feeling her clit sent sparks shooting up her body. It was enough to arch her back in reaction. But every time his tongue slithered up her cunt was the real joy. And sucking on his cock, his salty cock, with the hardness at the end that demanded her—
Jean blinked and realized she was doing. One of her hands was busily working back and forth over her sex. She wasn’t there in Jennifer’s place, getting her cunt eaten while she sucked off Piotr. She was just watching.
“You are so hot, Ms. Walters!” Piotr’s Russian accent thundered gently, like a distant storm. He set Jen down on her desk with gentle firmness. “I cannot be satisfied, even with this! I want to fuck you, not to taste you!”
“You do, huh?” With a lithe move that left only a blurred impression even on Jean’s well-trained eye—how could someone so big move so fast?—Jean saw that Jennifer had spun around completely and was lying on her back, smiling up at Piotr. Her legs slowly, invitingly drifted apart.
“Come on, big boy. Big big boy…” Jennifer held out her hands to her latest conquest and he didn’t hesitate to take them, only for her to pull him down to her. It was only his own well-honed reflexes that had him mounting her instead of crushing her beneath him.
But Jennifer wasn’t letting him off that easily. She put her foot on his broad chest, pushing him back with a shake of her head, a murmured ‘mmm-mmm.’ Then she rolled over, getting on her elbows and knees, with her voluptuous ass facing him.
“Here. Fuck me here, like this. And hard.”
“I do not know, Ms. Walters. I have never done this in a woman’s behind before. It seems very… uncomfortable?”
“Yes,” Jennifer purred like a contented kitten. “I know. That’s what makes it so much fun!”
Piotr’s resistance melted as his cock hardened. Jean could feel his mind gorging itself with lust, preparing itself for the fuck the same as his manhood was. He was ogling the bare ass in front of him, its luscious curves, its strangely enthralling shade of green. Sure, Jean could hear him think, to make love to her in the usual way would be incredible. But from behind? In her behind? Kitty would never let him do such a thing. Even Nereel, even Zsaji had not done such things.
“Do you really want my Johnson inside you like… suppository?” His voice was trembling, unsure.
“Yes!”
“Alright... but you must help me. I have never done this before.”
“There’s not much to it. Just your cock… my ass…” Jennifer gave her hips a shake. “Okay—maybe there’s a lot to it…”
Piotr swallowed hard and tried to concentrate. The sight of Jennifer’s naked ass being offered up to him made him feel as if he were on the verge of coming then and there. But he refrained with all his resolve. There wasn’t anything in the world he wanted more than to fuck Jennifer; the woman was a goddamn nymphomaniac. To satisfy her would bring pride to all of Russia.
Jennifer had lowered her chin to the ground, her ass waving in the air, as if she were bowing to him in reverse. She called back over her shoulder, “Come in on your knees. I think you can figure out what to do from there. Jean, lube’s in the desk?”
Jean knew where it was, of course—Jennifer knew. She opened the proper drawer, took it out, and tossed it to Piotr. She watched as he applied it, first pouring it out on one hand, then dropping the container to rub his palms together, then massaging his cock, her anus with the slippery substance.
Jean was intrigued. She’d never seen a woman fucked in the ass before. She was unconsciously breathing faster at the sight. Jennifer’s bare bottom was perfectly formed, with no blemishes, silky smooth skin, its curves absolutely inviting for both Jean and Piotr. And Piotr, drawn in by the temptation, had one of the biggest erections Jean had ever seen.
He was hung like a stallion; he was hung like a stud bull. Most of the men Jean had known were sporting six or seven inches—telepaths having a way of self-selecting for men with a degree of confidence. But Piotr was maybe twelve inches long. At least that and maybe even more.
Christ, Kitty must’ve been more open than a grand piano.
“Ready, девушка?” Piotr asked.
“Yes!” came the quick reply. “I’m dying for it!” Jennifer wiggled her ass back and forth to emphasize exactly how wonderful she found the idea of being sodomized.
Piotr bent forward and his cock slid between the full, smooth cheeks of Jennifer’s ass. All three sucked in their breath. Jean knew this was just the beginning. There would be a lot more to come. And she’d be there. Watching it.
“I can’t find your asshole!” Piotr muttered in a panicked voice.
“How can you not find anything with a cock that big?” Jennifer demanded. “Fine, no, in my cunt. Fuck my cunt. Ram it in there hard and fast, get that cock good and wet, then stuff it into my ass.”
“Okay. But guide me, da?”
Jennifer groaned as she reached back to encircle his cock with her strong grip—her slightly, punishingly, too strong grip—and pulled it toward her cunt. Her labia lips parted and suddenly Piotr was plunging far down into her cunt.
It was amazing, but her cunt was tight, almost virginal. Jean, listening in on his sensations, thought it must be something to do with gamma radiation, regeneration, but Piotr wasn’t thinking at all. The way she was twitching and grinding the walls of her pussy along his buried length made it next to impossible for him not to come immediately.
“Bòzhe mòi! You’re so warm! Like a blast furnace inside you!”
“And you’re big,” Jennifer said, her quiet voice shuddering with emotion. “God, it’s like fucking Ben all over again…”
“I will show you how big I am!”
He began a slow, even-paced fucking. His hips came back, then he paused, his purpled clans resting just inside her jade lips, before ramming once more into her body. Over and over he gently fucked her, filling her with his mighty cock, stretching her impossibly tight hole until he wanted to scream. Jean found herself moaning with the tightness of She-Hulk’s pussy. She didn’t have the restraint Piotr had.
If the sensations of fucking Jennifer from behind excited Piotr, they were driving the She-Hulk wild with lust. She desired his cock more than anything else in the world. Knowing his size was one thing; feeling that monster cock inside her was another.
She knew it was wrong to imagine fucking her cousin, but she also knew people wondered what it would be like if they ever did it: Hulk and She-Hulk. Hell, Hulk had once entered into a kind of mating season and sought to procreate with her before he’d been assuaged. Piotr wasn’t as big as him—but he wasn’t monogamous like the Thing either. And with the Juggernaut’s power, he fucked with a whole dimension of strength, but with a consideration and unselfish nature that Cain Marko had never had—or so Jennifer imagined.
So yeah, she thought this was a lot like fucking her cousin, just not as bad and wrong and awful and sick.
But she enjoyed it anyway.
Piotr was pulling her apart every time he fucked into her cunt. The walls of her pussy stretched to take his huge girth. Not only was he long, he was thick. She loved it. She loved every inch of his herculean prick.
Hercules… yeah, this reminded her of him too… she really should call him up, see if he hadn’t gone completely gay…
When Piotr came closer, the cold metal of his thighs rubbed against her smooth buttocks. The prickly chill turned her on as much as the stiff length of cock inside her, fucking her, pulling her apart, refusing to be chewed up and spat out like most of the pricks that fucked her.
“Keep going, comrade, keep it up!” she cried.
“I will keep it up as long as I can!” Piotr gasped. “But you make it hard! Extremely hard!”
Jennifer smirked. “I’ll make it soft soon enough!”
Piotr had nothing to say to that. He was totally wrapped up in the velvety grip of her cunt. The slickened walls seemed to clutch him softly, gently, yet with great love. It was an effort pulling out of her tight cunt, leaving that wonderful pressure, but he had to if he wanted to fuck into her again. And that brought pleasure to both of them.
Over and over, he slammed hard against her pillowy ass. The sensations building up in his balls were like those of a boiler room. The slightest movement and he’d explode.
Fuck her ass.
The words seared into his brain, electric. He looked up and saw Jean watching him, smiling, reminding him of what he had set out to do. He was really getting off on fucking Jennifer doggy style, but the thought of having her ass as well had been chewing away at his consciousness. Jean had brought it back to the forefront.
Fuck. Her. Ass.
With a lewd smacking noise, he pulled free from Jennifer’s cunt.
“Hey, what’re you doing? I want—“
“You wanted to be sodomized. And that’s what I will do. I will sodomize you until you beg for more. And then I will give you more.”
“So do it!” Jennifer cried eagerly.
Jean watched as Piotr took his well-lubed prick in one hand, and spread Jennifer’s luscious asscheeks with the other. With one firm cheek encased in a meaty hand, he held it aloft, exposing the depths of the humid canyon that made up Jennifer’s split. Piotr eased his cock forward, pressing the tip to her anus—finding it vividly pink.
“There it is,” Piotr grinned triumphantly.
“So fuck it, damn you! Fuck it like you did my cunt!”
Jean shivered. She’d never get used to such a noble and heroic woman using such vile words. It went against everything she’d been taught was right, proper. Yet she couldn’t deny feeling a definite excitement building within her. She was watching a man with one of the biggest cocks she’d ever seen getting ready to have sex with one of the most beautiful and sensual women in the entire superhero community.
She was as anxious for Piotr to sodomize this bitch as they were.
A thrill of ecstasy rippled through her body as she anticipated every move on their part.
“Yes, oh God, yes, there! That’s it! Cram it in, quick, before I lose my mind!”
“So you really want me to fuck you up the ass, eh?” Piotr said. His voice was husky with lust. It no longer mattered to him how much it would hurt. She wanted him fucking her tight little passage.
That was all that counted.
He pushed his well-lubricated cockhead against the puckered anus, but the sphincter refused to open up for him. He pressed a little harder, but the tightened muscle refused to yield. He knew better than to use the full force of his hips to ram himself into her. Perhaps before the Ruby of Cyttorak, he could chance that without risking permanent damage, but now it was the last thing he wanted to do.
The first was to get inside her ass.
“Relax, Ms. Walters. Remember… I’m not that big.”
“But you are!” Jennifer protested, not realizing he was echoing her earlier words. “It feels like a goddamn telephone pole is trying to fuck me!”
But she consciously tried to relax, to make her anus give up the fight.
Piotr felt her efforts immediately. The little muscle expanded slightly. Not much, but enough. He pushed forward with a steady pressure and softly entered her asshole.
Jean gulped, then whimpered a little. She didn’t know how Piotr was staying so stoic. If felt as if their—his—cock was caught in a hangman’s noose. The clenched ring of Jennifer’s asshole was not about to allow a penetration, even now.
But it had been sabotaged, the lube and the juices of Jennifer’s cunt and her own determined lust undoing it. That was what let Piotr shove a bit further into her rectum, take a bit of the pressure off his glans. Then, suddenly, her anus relaxed completely, and he surged all the way up her ass.
Immediately, Piotr was surrounded by a glove-tight sheath of flesh. And it wasn’t merely tight, it was fuming hot, seething like a bed of coals. Fearing he would be burned by some internal combustion of Jennifer’s changed form, he pulled out.
As he did, Jennifer squealed in joy. It had hurt as he inserted himself into her. She was sure he was tearing her with his entry. But as he was retreating, she felt a pull inside herself, the delicate tissues of her rectum being vacuumed by his passage. She found it incredibly erotic, actually being able to feel him pulling and stretching and pushing and withdrawing in her ass. She could feel every little ridge, every little space inside herself, outlined by his hardened cock.
“That’s it!” she called. “Fuck my ass good!”
Jean was totally enraptured watching the assfuck. It excited her as much as the two participants. She could see the sheen of sweat on Piotr’s forehead. She knew what a tight fit it was inside Jennifer’s ass, that there was none of even the meager looseness that had made it possible to endure in her pussy for so long. But nonetheless, Piotr refused to succumb to that magical tightness.
He pulled almost all the way out, his long shaft suddenly cold in the open air. It had been in the warmest, tightest hole he’d ever found an instant ago. And he wanted it back there as fast as he could make it so.
Piotr slammed forward, his thighs pounding hard against Jennifer’s muscular ass.
The impact was made all the harder because Jennifer heaved her hips back to meet his thrust. She wanted him penetrating as far inside her as he could get. The feel of that powerful cock spreading her apart inside was the biggest thrill she’d ever experienced.
Jean had read the minds of plenty of addicts and alcoholics. Jennifer needed sex like a junkie needed heroin, but her high was far more satisfying.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” she demanded.
“Nothing will stop me!” Piotr roared back. And nothing did stop the Juggernaut.
He fucked her upturned ass with all the pent-up power in his strong body. He was totally lost in the carnal sensations assaulting his mind. His nuts had tightened into literally brass balls. The pressure cooker holding his cum was overheating. He was going to blow apart any second.
Piotr didn’t care. His cock was hot. He could feel the incredible friction between his prick and the walls of Jennifer’s anus. The strangling anal muscle tried to choke him to death and he did battle with it for it as long as he could.
Jean watched in amazement as the two pumped wildly at each other, then Jennifer sank into sexual fulfillment. But she could tell by the heated look in Jennifer’s eyes, the way her shoulders heaved up and down with heavy breaths, that she wouldn’t stay satisfied for long. Even having had that incredibly big dick fucking her, she would want more soon.
With a low moan, Piotr began spewing his jism into her bowels. He couldn’t believe the paralyzing intensity with which Jennifer gripped him, but he wasn’t complaining. Far from it. This was the most spectacular lovemaking he had ever engaged in, his strength against Jennifer’s, the unstoppable force meeting the immovable object. His entire length burned with erotic fury. His balls were the center of a carnal heat that burned its way out of his body, fountained into Jennifer’s.
The instant the hot flood gushed into her asshole, Jennifer screamed out in ecstasy. “YESS! UNNGGHH! SO GOOD! YOUR COCK, IT—IT’S SO BIIIIG!”
Then everything went to pieces around her. Arms turning to rubber, Jennifer collapsed forward and rested her forehead on her crossed arms. She was aware of nothing except the powerful strokes in and out of her anus, and the satisfying searing along all her nerves. Her spine arched and straightened as her orgasm hit even it.
This was everything she’d imagined it to be and more.
She felt Piotr’s cock drain. He pulled out of her and his cock, still hard, dinged against the metal of his thigh. She was wrong. She hadn’t managed to make him soft. He’d beaten her.
She-Hulk was not the strongest one there was. And she loved it.
“You can do that to me anytime, Piotr Rasputin. Anytime at all.”
“Da,” Piotr gasped, unable to say anything else. It had been perfect. Just to make love to Jennifer was a dream come true for him. The gregarious beauty of the woman was almost as legendary as her insatiable sex drive. And he’d not only satisfied her, but done so to Jean’s fawning admiration. He felt like a stud.
Piotr dispelled the organic armor that encased him, shrinking slightly in size as the layer of steel was replaced by flushed, sweaty flesh underneath. She-Hulk too melted down to her Jennifer Walters persona, green skin fading into white, muscle flattening into a fit, but unimpressive tone. Her prodigious curves became the waif-like lines of her human body, and she appeared almost absurdly small in comparison to Piotr’s body, still well over six feet and covered with muscle.
Jennifer moaned as her shrinking body provided far less space for before than the rectum Piotr had fired so much jism into, and it was forced out of her orifice in a plentiful stream. Jean couldn’t help but sample the last of that warm, pleasantly sluggish feeling, reminiscent of how good it had felt when he’d pumped his cum into her in the first place.
Piotr wrapped Jennifer’s small body up in his large arms, easily enfolding her with himself. Jennifer relaxed happily into his full-bodied embrace,
Jean thought that sodomy was absolutely depraved. But there was a touch of envy in the thought. She tried to fight it down. It wasn’t right that she should feel this way, even if she did. But Jean would’ve given anything to have traded places with Jen.
