For Tigra? Anything

Ethan didn't feel strong. Paige had a steel hand on his neck and another on his butt. If she wanted to, he was pretty sure she could pick him up with either hand. If she really wanted to, she could pick him up by his neck and wring him by his neck. She had to be the best baby-maker she could be for him. He had put a baby in her, he was pretty sure. That meant that she didn't need anything else from him. They had all the cards, as far as Ethan could tell. Jubilee might want to get him a harem, but that didn't change the steel hand around his neck or the sock stuffed down his throat.

On the other hand, his dick was just out there, sitting nicely in the breeze, all fourteen inches of it. 14 didn't sound like that much. There were higher, bigger numbers than 14. But if you actually sat down and looked at what 14 inches meant... 14 inches was huge. 14 inches was the whole ball game. No one who wasn't a mutant with a mutant junk package was going to even approach 14 inches.

The proof was in the pudding, and by that, he meant the proof was right in front of him with the West Coast Avenger staring at his giant peckerwood. He had pictures of Tigra on his wall, cut out from Sports Illustrated's swimsuit edition. Tigra was the hottest superheroine, even hotter than the Scarlet Witch or Sue Storm. Tigra was a redhead who prounced about in a skimpy black bikini with cool-as-fuck tiger stripes and fur. Every guy he ever went to school with would give his left testicle to have the chance to score with Tigra. And she was here, staring at his giant mutant schlong with a hungry look in her predatory eye.

She had already started removing her skimpy black bikini. God, she had a sexy stomach. Somehow, even covered in a fine orange fur, her pussy had a ring of hair around it. He wanted to see it squished against his monster cock. Ethan needed to see Tigra impaled on his monster cock. He nodded his head, and tried to enunciate "Yes, yes, anything," around the gag in his mouth.

"Bruf, bruf, brevyfrung," he got out. Jubilee and Paige looked at each other, and nodded. With one hand still around his neck, Page pulled out the sock in his mouth. Ethan spit a couple times, trying to get the sock taste out of his mouth. "Tigra, mount up," he was able to spit out.

From a stand still, Tigra pounced on top of him, wresting him free from Paige's grip. "You need to make sure she'll fight for you, the X-men are gonna come for all of us," Jubilee said, watching the veteran superhero guide Ethan's massive prick into herself. Tigra mewled and purred as he entered her womanhood.

Her green eyes stared into his in delirious delight as she pressed herself down on his horse cock. Holy shit, she was tight. He had fucked pussy before; he hadn't fucked furry pussy before. "Tigra, you're in love with me. You'll fight, even other superheroes, to make sure no one takes me away from you, okay?" She growled and pushed him deeper into her. She could only take so much. He was barely 2/3rds into her, and she could take no more. She growled.

"Anything, anything, I'll do anything for you," She mewed. "What's your name again?"