Interlude: Movement on the Horizon (ULTRA Super Enhanced Version)

Author's Note: I Hope It Isn't Too POGGERS of Me But This Is AN ORIGINAL CREATION Of Prof's SUPERIZED ENHANCEDMENT of Marcus Dark's Rework Of LLation's Chapter 29 of The Mark Williams Wakanda Takeover Branch Which LLation Originally Authored. I Simply FIXED EVERYTHING Here And There, And Added Some Additional ULTRA ENHACEMENTS That Came To Me As I Read Prof's Superized version of Markus Dark's Ehnacement of Llation's Chapter in the Wakanda Takeover Branch. IE (Interlude: Movement On The Horizon (Enhanced Version)) A Few Minutes Ago. So If I In Any Way Over Stepped YOU CAN FUCK MY ASS This Is Only My FIRST EVER CHAPTER So Go Easy On Me OR ELSE. Hope You Enjoy It Everyone. POGGERS!

Author's Note: I Hope It Isn't Too Presumptuous of Me But This Is A Rework Of Marcus Dark's Rework Of LLation's Chapter 29 of The Mark Williams Wakanda Takeover Branch Which LLation Originally Authored. I Simply Made A Few Changes Here And There, And Added Some Additional Content That Came To Me As I Read Markus Dark's chapter (Interlude: Movement On The Horizon (Enhanced Version)) A Few Minutes Ago. So If I In Any Way Over Stepped I Apologize This Is Only My Fifteenth Posting So Go Easy On Me Please. Hope You Enjoy It Everyone.

A pale, red-haired woman strutted through the S.H.I.E.L.D. with a fat bubbly ass that jiggled upon each forward step into the Helicarrier. The men (and more than a few of the women) she passed were drawn to the way her perfect ass and tits fit snugly into her catsuit. How they bounced and jiggled along with the super sensual sway of her hips. One intimidatingly horny look from her piercing green eyes was enough to send them all scurrying back to their assigned tasks.

Natasha Romanoff smirked. Her pussy was soaked

She’d had the better part of a century to come to terms with the fact that her super genetically-enhanced body was just another resource in her _arse_nal of weapons. Eternal youth, being sexy, increased strength, FAT ass and quicker healing were only a few of the benefits. After all, how could a hot-blooded human ever truly fight her with absolute focus when she spent the entirety of every fight twerking her ass-fat, triggering hormonal responses in her opponents that distracted them and made them easier to subdue and made them totally willing to fuck.

No, she Wasn’t Even Remotely offended by the obvious stares her co-workers within S.H.I.E.L.D. were giving her, but that didn’t mean she had to tell them. She just subtly humped the air while giving them bedroom eyes; but her butt rewarded them for glancing by jiggling wildly to unrealistic degrees even as she stood still at waited for the wall infront of her to open.

The heavy, reinforced gray doors hummed as the hydraulics within shifted and the door opened, revealing an expansive office beyond. The area was Spartan in ways that befit its owner. No decorations lined the metal walls and not a single family picture rested on his thick mahogany desk.

A large window hung in the background, displaying the deep endless blue of the Atlantic ocean’s surface.

Nick always did have a flair for the dramatic.

The Director of Shield stood in the back of the room, facing the window. He turned after a few moments. His single eye beheld her coldly, not once tempted by the allure of her quite frankly gorgeous body. But his cock was rock hard.

“Hi Nick,” she said, wanting to suck his dick a lot.

Nick Fury frowned at her. She grinned, licking her lips. "Fuck me." She breathed

“Agent Romanoff,” he began. “It appears that we may have yet another mutant problem.”

Natasha refrained from raising her eyebrows. She could sense her nipples hardening.

“What’s Magneto done this time?”

“Not Magneto. Someone new,” Fury reached within his longcoat’s pocket and threw a Datapad across the room.

Natasha caught it easily in her sexy hands. She tightened her ass cheeks.

“A boy?” the dark-haired, pale-skinned teenager didn’t look like much of a threat, but she knew looks could be deceiving. In a world where a child like Franklin Richards possessed powers that could bend the very fabric of reality to his whims, one could ill-afford to make snap-judgments like that of anyone. Any individual person could potentially have the ability to burn entire continents with ease, Such Was "The Nature and The Awesome Potential of the X-Gene."

“Mark Williams. Mutant. Aged eighteen, high school senior, and he’s somehow managed to brainwash Scott Summers, Ororo Munroe, and Jean Grey.”

Natasha’s eyes snapped up from the Datapad and looked directly at his hard shaft

“What?” a tinge of incredulity and jealousy (at the mentioned women getting to fuck a man with such a _sexilicious _name as Mark) slipped into her voice. She took a deep breath to reign it in. “How could this have happened? Are the X-Men aware?”

Inwardly she was horny. Jean Grey was one of the most powerful psychics in the world. For someone to have the ability to break through her mental defenses… she could scarcely imagine the power required to accomplish that. It was pretty hot. She wished Mark could fuck her too.

“Data gathered by Surveillance Viruses placed within the Summers’, Munroe’s, and Grey’s phones have shown that the boy has some form of tactile mind control that can negate the telepathic defenses of psychics like Jean Grey by her own admission. It appears that Xavier had sent Ms. Munroe to recruit Williams into his school when he altered her and **** her to lure Jean Grey to his home so he could do the same to her. The Institute so far has displayed no indication that they are aware of what has transpired.”

Natasha furrowed her brows as her pussy dripped, the juices seeped down her thighs and legs.

It makes sense that he’d want to establish control over Jean Grey as soon as possible. She mitigates the ranged weakness of his mind control ability. Wow, his name was Mark (she briefly wondered if his full name was Marcus... that would be even hotter!) and he was smart? Although once she pondered it, it was only natural. Men named Mark (or Marcus) are inherently smarter than the average human, of course)

“After a… prolonged period wherein Williams used Ms. Grey and Ms. Munroe sexually, he expanded outward into his hometown of Caldwell, Pennsylvania. He used Jean to enthrall the pedestrians in a mall to do his bidding for one night.”

The image on the Datapad shifted to show the young boy mid-coitus with several older women, Jean and Ororo included. If only she was there to fuck him into submission.

Natasha reigned in her Instinctual Feelings of Intense Sexual Energy. She might not have been the biggest fan of the X-Men, but to see such great women like that reduced to the mere sexual playthings of a teenage boy made her pussy clench. It was so fucking hot.

Natashi thought about what it must be like. To be used on a whim without regard for her own wants, desires, and pleasure, As a well-endowed fucktoy with no voice or will of her own. To be utterly helpless in the face of Her Master's insatiable sexual appetites and tireless throbbing manhood. To be absolutely powerless to resist or disobey. A shiver ran up Natasha's spine and her big horny nipples grew visibly hard in anticipation. Of course, Natasha was unaware of her subconscious need to be **** to submit... To be **** to fuck and suck.... To be made to scream in ecstasy as her mind and body surrendered to the inevitable. Instead, She wondered if some perverted lab tech had messed with the helicarrier's thermosat settings in the hopes of getting a peek at her perky nipples. That would be hot and he would deserve a suck n fuck! She can't wait for him to shove his mammoth dick up her tight asshole

Wait a minute, what’s that?

The former Soviet agent scrutinized the boy himself, particularly the organ between his legs.

Jesus Christ, he’s huge. Though, I mean... His name is Mark, soooooooo...

It was only due to her phenomenal willpower that her pussy didn’t tingle with arousal at the sight of such pure… manliness. The only other time she’d seen something as impressive As that had been when the Hulk’s purple stretch pants had stretched a bit too far during one of Bruce Banner’s worse transformations.

_"I wonder what it would be like to titfuck that throbbing hot cock!?" _A screaming voice in the back of Natasha's mind whispered As the image of Mark's impressive manhood teasing and tantalizing her, Her heart beating in time with each throb of his cock, and her mouth-watering at the glorious sight before her.

"What the hell? Get a hold of yourself girl, He's a teenager for God's sake!" The voice of self-restraint and decency feebly cried out in outrage before being followed by a faint slam and an "Ah..." of someone being knocked out by a chair.

"I wonder what it would be like to be splattered by that young stud's big loads," Her inner voice of wanton sexual abandon and debauchery roared though a megaphone with unsurprising passion.

Natasha stared lustily at the image of Mark's Powerful Mutant Cock. The voice of self-restraint and decency was fuckin dead.

"Shit! Shit! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!," Natasha screamed in frustration as the light buzz of arousal emanating from her now fully engorged clit was quickly turning into a roaring, out of control forest fire.

The Black Widow made a mental note to make a giant printout of Mark's cock for private study later in her quarters.

“Then he had Ms. Munroe call the Black Panther T’Challa to request transport to Wakanda.” Fury Continued, ignoring Black Widows orgasmic screams in front of him.

"Don’t- AHHHH IM CUMMING- tell me…"

“At this point it’s reasonable to assume that the upper echelons of Wakanda’s government including King T’Challa are under Mark Williams’ control.”

"Oh go'hddd! Mm... That's so hot can I suck your fat dick?"

She unzipped her stealth suit and started swinging her tits in the air. The movement caused her large breasts to sway back and forth, slapping her ars loudly, and the lustcaused her nipples to tingle with desire... The desire to be pinched, squeezed, bitten, and especially sucked. A small shudder signaled what Natasha already knew was coming and she bit her lip and steeled herself for the small but intense series of micro-orgasms that wracked her body as visions of Mark sucking her nipples as she rode his huge cock to one earth-shattering climax after another. She felt like she had been coming non-stop for hours but in reality, it had only been a couple of minutes. Thankfully, They were alone and Commander Fury had his back turned to Natasha at the moment.

“So what’s the mission?” she asked Quickly Composing Herself, Already knowing the answer. There was a reason she’d been called in by herself and without the Avengers and she doubted very much that Fury would allow the use of Trask’s Sentinels against Williams and trigger a war with the most technologically advanced nation on the planet.

“Mark Williams is an unstable element that cannot be allowed to have an opportunity to use Wakanda’s resources to expand his control into other nations. Maintain utmost secrecy and gather a team of the best assassins on our payroll and terminate him. You have 12 hours to get geared up and ready. dismissed!”

The Black Widow quickly left to assemble her team but first she needed to stop off at her high-tech, expertly sound-proofed private quarters And masturbate for a few weeks. She was practically naked and finger banging her tight well-groomed PUSSY before she made it through the automatic doors. 30 hours... a day.... two weeks passed and Natasha had lost track of how many orgasms she had had fantasizing about this new mutant.... Mark Williams bending her to his will and using her exquisitely trained and maintained body for his own perverse pleasure and twisted fantasies. She was exhausted and drenched in sweat but she couldn't stop. She needed to come More! More! More! More? MORE!

Maybe she would have a chance to sample the goods before she terminated the target she thought as another huge climax ripped through her body. Natasha arched her back, grunting hotly from the effort of the fast and furious pace she was driven to by the intense level of desire she had never felt before. Just when Natasha thought she couldn't handle anymore she exploded into her biggest orgasm yet, squirting like Ol' Faithful to the point the metal walls were dented by her stream of cum as she screamed out Mark's name at the top of her lungs, collapsing back onto her bunk in a quivering, gasping mess awash with her own fluids and breathing like she just ran 30 miles uphill in the blazing hot sun.

The last thing Natasha experienced before she passed out was an image of Mark bending down over her bunk and brushing the damp hair on her face aside as her whispered words of encouragement into her ear as she lost consciousness. "Good Girl! I'm so proud of you Natasha but what you just experienced is nothing compared to what I will give you when you fully submit to your Master's superior cock." And with that Natasha was out like a light. As she slumbered like a cum-drenched angel and her fingers unconsciously teased her tender, overstimulated vulva and her other hand pinched and kneaded the nearest nipple a sensuous smile crept across her full, luscious lips as she dreamed dreams that would make the most insatiable veteran pornstar blush like an inexperienced schoolgirl.

Elsewhere.....

Erik Lensherr glanced at the Datapad in front of him and then up at his most trusted subordinate. Mystique stared at him with her mysterious yellow eyes. The woman was clad in what Erik could only assume was a tribal outfit she’d obtained long before he was born. The outfit did little to conceal the woman’s supple curves.

“Are you sure this information is accurate, Mystique?”

“Fury is convinced that it’s accurate. That should be enough,” the blue-skinned mutant folded her arms under her big breasts, pushing them upward.

The Master of Magnetism nodded. He may have hated that infernal human for standing in the way of his plans to protect mutantkind time and time again, but he’d be a fool to not respect the man’s intelligence and commitment to his work. Magneto was many things, but never a fool.

“What do the homo sapiens have planned for our dear Mark Williams?” She asked, her hand moved down to rub her clit.

“The apes want to **** him, of course,” Mystique smirked. “Fury’s Has tasked Natasha Romanoff herself to do the deed.”

Erik nodded. He’d suspected as much. Mankind had always reacted with **** to any unknown. He knew that better than anyone.

“Romanoff is competent enough that she might just succeed. We have to prevent that from happening. Williams has too much potential to be allowed to continue on his own,” Erik said.

Mystique bit her lip. Erik recognized the gesture. She was excited about recruiting this new boy into the Brotherhood of Mutants. With his ability to convert even the most powerful telepaths into loyal servants not even his old friend Charles Xavier would be safe. He could finally have his old friend back, but this time he’d be where he belonged: at his side leading mutantkind into a glorious New Future free from the threat of Vile Humanity.

“What’s our next move, Erik?” the blue-skinned woman asked.

Erik smiled and called his helmet to his hand. He settled the cold metal over his head.

“It’s quite obvious. We cannot allow the homo sapiens to harm the boy. Gather the Brotherhood. It’s time we made haste for Wakanda.”

Mystique nodded and turned, displaying her perfect bubble butt. It jiggled delectably as the Femme Fatale exited the room. Her loincloth swayed to the side, giving Erik an eyeful of her Bountiful Ass Cheeks.

Magneto could barely contain his anticipation. At long last he’d finally found a mutant who could tip the scales in his favor.

The cold abyss of space had never bothered her before.

She shivered. The host was gone. The host was away from her. Galaxies away on that rock the Little Human Mites called Earth.

She ignored the burning, drifting hulks of the Shi'ar warcruisers that had foolishly attempted to destroy her.

She was lonely. She missed the host. She missed Jean.

They had been perfect together. Why had Jean sent her away?

She’d refrained from contacting the host for over two Terran years. Perhaps it was time she’d rectified that.

A psychic pulse screamed across the cosmos like a burning star.

The pulse returned. Instead of happiness and elation at finding the host alive and well, she felt anger instead.

Something was wrong.

The host had been overtaken. Captured. Enslaved.

One name passed across the Phoenix's thoughts and she spread her wings and accelerated to a speed far exceeding that of light.

Mark Williams's huge cock.

He would fuck her. A lot.