Invading the Temple of Temple

Written in collaboration with Cross C

Claire perched on the fire escape of her apartment, her body aching with fatigue and her mind still reeling from the shock of the past few days. She felt the city pulse around her, the sounds and smells of a metropolis in full motion.

Only three days had passed since they'd abruptly came back and the return of all those lost souls was palpable in the very air she breathed. She felt elated, yes, but it was a feeling tempered by the overwhelming exhaustion she experienced. The hospital had been a chaotic whirlwind from the first moment the returned patients started appearing, and the pace had yet to let up. Injuries from the sudden return continued to stream in, keeping the emergency room at a frenzied pace that almost matched the madness of the day they'd all vanished.

Claire took a deep breath and closed her eyes, the memory of the Snap still fresh in her mind even after five long years. It was hard to comprehend that half of all life had vanished in an instant, throwing the world into chaos and leaving devastation in its wake. The survivors struggled to adapt to a world that was suddenly half-empty, and yet, somehow they persevered. Society adjusted, adapted, and carried on.

Just when they thought they had come to terms with the tragedy, the impossible happened, and the dusted returned. It was a miracle, but the magnitude of it all was overwhelming. Claire couldn't help but feel awestruck by the sight of people reuniting with loved ones they thought they'd lost forever. It was like the world was reborn, and she was caught up in the midst of it.

Despite the joyous reunions, Claire knew that everyone responded differently to the Return. She rolled her eyes as she thought about the people in the apartment a few floors below whose activities she could discern with embarrassing clarity.

"Ahhhh! Ohhhh-ohohoh-Y-y-esss! Ah! It's so big! Yes, Mark! FUCK YESMark! It's even bigger than before, it's amazing, it's coming so deep!"

Yes, some people responded with loud, graphic, rampant fucking, seemingly unaware of the chaos that still engulfed the world. Meanwhile, Claire spent nearly every waking hour at the hospital, dealing with the never-ending influx of patients.

Claire shifted a bit, uncomfortably aware of her stiffened nips poking against the fabric of her bra. She looked down and realized she hadn't taken off her uniform in hours. The combination of stress, lack of sleep, and copious amounts of coffee was wreaking havoc on her nerves. She sighed and stretched again, trying to relieve the tension in her muscles.

"Yes, Yes Mark, m-m-ma king, p-pound my FILTHY unworthy pussy! Yes yes! Fuckmeeee!"

King? That… was certainly an interesting kink…

Although the name ‘Mark’ did give her a little pause as well. It was one thing to have multiple women in her apartment having coitus, after all, the reunion sex post return was all the rage right now, but how many guys in the building were named Mark? Hadn’t apartment 3-B also been raving about some Mark’s size an hour ago? And Claire swore she heard that name as she walked past 1-E as well…

It was probably nothing more than a strange coincidence. She sighed, wishing her nerves weren’t so shot from work that she could actually relax, but ultimately she knew she’d only get about an hour of rest before needing to go back to the hospital.

Still, she had to count her blessings. Matt, Luke, Jessica… none had appeared in the hospital battered and bruised trying to stop the rioting. She had faith that those that secretly defended New York were doing their best out their in the chaos to try and mitigate the disaster. She hadn’t really seen them for the last 5 years, only rumblings of Danny in another country with his sibling protecting innocents. There was a good chance he wasn’t coming back, but Colleen had taken to the life well with her glowing sword.

It was a strange life that Claire led. Part of her was happy to be out of the meta-human sphere, especially with all the threats to her life, but she worried about them as they had so few they trusted to stitch them up at the end of a long battle.

Her head was going in circles, maybe just as a way to distract from all the loud sex from downstairs, so instead she got off the fire escape and began to head inside. Her apartment was small, but all she could afford on her tiny salary. At least she’d kept it over the five years meaning no undusted tenant to shout at her like a few others in the building. Though today she’d come home and it had smelled weird… she wanted to care more about that but it was getting late and she had so little time to rest.

As Claire tried to get some rest, she still couldn’t get the idea that her place was smelling weird out of her head.

Something about the air tasted different. Like someone had just worked out for three hours and left all their clothes in the air ducts. Sweaty, putrid air… she wondered if it had anything to do with the cunt destruction apparently happening downstairs. It had been so long since she’d had anyone inside her, her work always kept her so busy, but now she was hearing her university aged neighbours getting theirs and Claire was beginning to feel… jealous.

Given how well endowed this mystery Mark apparently was, it wasn't much of a surprise that memories of Luke came to mind. He wasn't long, but God, had he been thick… and hard. She supposed it had been an aspect of his power but that fat black dick had been like hot iron inside her pussy.

She wished they'd stayed in touch, but she got the feeling he'd been avoiding her for a reason. There were rumors about him becoming a powerful figure in the criminal underworld, but she could not, would not ever believe those were true. Luke's moral compass, his dedication to protecting his community was as strong as that bulletproof skin of his.

The only time she could recall Luke being wicked was wielding that girthy black cock!

As she lay in bed, Claire couldn't help but feel an emptiness between her legs that she hadn't experienced in quite some time. The sound of her neighbors' sexual escapades had only intensified the longing within her. Without hesitation, she reached down between her thighs and began to touch herself, closing her eyes as she imagined being with this mysterious 'Mark'. Despite the feeling of shame that crept up within her, Claire couldn't resist the allure of her own pleasure, as she sought to satisfy the yearning within her own body.

Her wavy hair cascaded down her body, her moans began to pick up from her sweaty stuffy pussy, and the puetro-rican babe tossed and turned in her tiny terrible bed to try and stop the growing intense heat that plagued her core.

Flashback

“Oh yeah, we never opened our Markandan goody bag, did we?” said Mark looking inside the small carrier that Shuri had given him. “I wonder what we got? Hmm… this is labelled ‘for Felicia’.”

In Mark’s hand was a necklace, multiple off-white pearls adjourning the rim, all quite shiny and nice looking in nature. The Black Cat was intrigued, taking the item and placing it around her neck so that it dipped into her plunging neckline. “Mrow~ They certainly know my c-woah!” As she had placed a single finger on the necklace a sudden black substance began spreading out from her body. Encasing her feminine form in seconds before anyone could do anything… and making her look less like a cat, and more like a panther.

The suit was skin tight showing off Felicia’s lovely bust even under the armour, with all the iconic black panther stylings of claws, stripes, and cat ears. She quickly undid the helmet section out of surprise, but then began to admire the technological wonder she’d been encased in.

“Impressive, they created a nano-tech vibranium suit for you,” Natasha concluded. Suddenly taking her stinger and shooting Felicia dead set on the shoulder, without a single bit of damage other than to her surprised heart. “I guess they wanted you to have another sturdy bodyguard here.”

“Would you not shoot me out of nowhere, psycho?!”

Mark was also admiring it, squeezing her breast through the vibranium but it was clear that Felicia felt nothing from her disappointed pout. Seemingly the ‘kinetic absorbing’ nature of the material applied to groping too, “Hmm, interesting. I think that other Mark could control his with thoughts, how about you?” After concentrating for a bit, the suit fizzled away and returned to the necklace. Once more showing the black leather with fur lining and wonderful cleavage underneath. “Nice, that’ll probably be useful. Anything else?”

America was looking through the bag now, retrieving a couple more items of various sizes. “We got… what looks to be a Markandan pregnancy test, one of those chastity belt things the guards were wearing, some rhino jerky-”

“Oh fuck yeah!” Mark quickly swiped the meat from the latina, “This shit was so tasty. I’m tempted to aim for Africa again just to get more.” He quickly ripped into a piece and moaned lightly. America just smiling at her perfect man enjoying himself, thinking about which places to hit in the future.

There was one last item in the bag, a small grenade like object that she brought out.

“Oh yeah, I know what that is. Shuri told me about it, and that’s definitely something we can use right now…” Mark grinned, holding up a simple looking gas canister with ‘Compressed Mark Smell’ written on the front. Plus with a lovely little booklet telling him how to refill it as well, Shuri really did think of everything, “This’ll make things easier. Let’s get this building feeling randy!”

End of Flashback

Claire was lost. Ideas of relaxing and resting were gone, hell even ideas of work in general were gone, all she cared about now was getting off. She’d never felt so horny in her life.

There was a connection in her head thanks to the sweat she had inhaled. It compelled her to feel horny, and as the connection became stronger it compelled her to fall deeper into lusts. Her fingers were a blur in her pussy,

The voice in her head wasn’t even hiding now, instructing her to get up and open the door for Mark.

Standing there in someone's fully open bathrobe, his grin was wide, his look rather mocking, and although he was plain in appearance… the penis between his legs was anything but.

Claire couldn't help but stare in awe at Mark's member. It was almost too perfect, the size of it alone was enough to make her question reality. She had never seen anything like it before, not even in the most explicit of videos. Yet, there it was, right in front of her, a real-life monument to masculinity.

“Are you… the one… who did this… to me?” She panted, very out of breath from her masturbation, though still feeling unbearably horny from the smells and sights she was witnessing.

Mark raised an eyebrow as he walked into the room, “Ohh~ a lovely chocolate resistor! Yet to have anyone in this building do anything but bow down and blow me yet.” He scratched his chin, admiring the woman's fierce scowl even if she could do nothing but fume. “Why don’t you tell me who you are while stripping down to your birthday suit.”

Her eyes remained affixed to the extensive erect member as it led the way past her over to the couch. She had heard of men using prosthetics or other tricks to make themselves appear more endowed, but this was different. The shape and texture were too detailed, too nuanced to be anything other than real. It was as if someone had sculpted the perfect penis out of marble and brought it to life.

God, what the fuck was she thinking? -doing?!

“Claire Temple. Nurse. My mother is Puerto-Rican, and my father is Cuban. No siblings, significant other, or flatmate.”

Her words tumbled out in a flurry, driven by the sheer shock of encountering such an imposing figure. As her mind raced, her hands took advantage of the momentary distraction to lift her baggy pyjama t-shirt, revealing her shapely brown breasts to the man who had made himself comfortable in the middle of her couch.

Mark owned the space with his confident, manspreading posture, which irritated her. She had seen enough entitled men doing the same thing on the subway to last a lifetime. But as her eyes trailed down to the size of his testicles, all negative thoughts vanished in an instant.

This man, at least, had good reason to spread his legs wide.

There was a lot of testicle down there, hefty orbs that draped down the front of the couch like ballast. Even his damn balls looked perfect and she never before in her entire life had any particular interest in a man's winkled little sac before.

As Claire continued to stare, mesmerized by Mark's impressive genitalia, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming desire to give the young man a very thorough hernia exam. The thought of feeling the weight of those heavy testicles in her hand, and tracing her fingers along the veins and contours of his penis, made her pulse quicken with excitement.

She bit her lip, suddenly aware of the dampness between her legs. She had never been so aroused in her life, and the thought of giving in to her desires and submitting to this man was almost too tempting to resist.

After having so many flat-chesters in this universe it was nice to see some real tits again, especially on someone so angry at him. Her pyjama pants came down similarly quickly, and though she wasn’t weaning a bra she did have to remove her drenched black panties as well. Standing in front of this stranger in her own apartment after removing her own clothes… reminded her of something.

“Jessica told me about men with controlling powers… you’re like Killgrave, aren’t you?” She spat, fearing the worst after being compelled to strip for him.

He tilted his head, “No, but we’ll put in a pin in both of those names for later. I want to hear all about that, whatever you meant. No, we of the Hidden Phoenix Kingdom are here to liberate, not control.” Mark lied. Obviously he was here to do both, but why not have fun with this one blip of resistance in the building?

“Hidden Phoenix Kingdom? Don’t tell me you’re some bullshit cult leader as well…” She half grumbled, half hissed in his direction.

Mark just chuckled, “We are not some mere cult. The world has been reborn! Ashes took half the Earth five years ago, but like the mythical Phoenix we have risen! Together we can be a stronger world that will not fall to mad titans like Thanos, or faux leaders like the Avengers or the Government. No… together we can make a real difference here.”

Even with limited movement to her body and at a complete loss of the situation, Claire still had the will to roll her eyes at him, “A ‘yes’ would have done fine, asshole.”

“Haha! Fire in you, isn’t there?! As a Phoenix leader, I respect fire.” Mark said, standing up from the couch to walk over to the naked beauty, “But fine, if you don’t believe me then I want to play a game with you.” Claire gasped out as Mark grabbed the shapely tear shaped breasts in front of him, her horny levels still through the roof even if she was trying to figure out a way to escape this situation. Mark just smirked at her while Claire blushed, “Here’s the game. Your body and your mind are now partly detached, two beings sharing the same space. Both have wills of their own, while the mind can influence the body and vice versa, each can override that influence if their desires are great enough.”

Claire… could feel it. She could feel that detachment suddenly. Her mind suddenly having less control over her functions, while also hearing a voice from her body. A simple one, mostly just saying ‘fuck big dick’, but worrying all the same.

“So I give your mind an order: resist. Resist your body’s will to stop the heat overwhelming it.” Claire could feel that sudden urge spike up, her mind instantly obeying to try and assert will over her body. Then Mark leant down and spoke to her chest, “While I give your body a different suggestion: If you come fuck me, I’ll give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams.”

Before Claire could stop herself, her hand swiped at the man’s penis with clear intent to grab it. If it wasn’t for Mark himself dodging out of the way her body would have won there and then.

“Ah ah ah! Not too fast, gotta give that mind a chance!” He laughed, wagging his finger before walking back and landing on the couch again. “Now each step you take towards me will be your choice. Come kiss my balls if you want to join my Kingdom, or stay there for, I dunno, let’s say an hour, and then I’ll let you go free.” He dismissively handed out the rules to the game while the owner of the apartment scowled at him. Though mentally she was still trying to gauge the best way out of the situation, currently he was sitting about ten steps away, as her apartment was mostly the one semi-large room split into kitchen side and living room side, with only two doors for toilet and bedroom. Resisting her body’s desires for an hour, with the man only ten steps away, she believed she could do this. “So, Ms. Claire Temple the nurse, we’re going to see what part of you holds more power! Your body, or your mind?”

“You’re sick.”

“I’m sick? You’re the one who just took three steps towards me!”

Claire’s foot screeched to a halt. It was taking everything she had to stop her body from rushing over there. She could feel the pull, the heat, but it wasn’t driving her brain. Not yet. There was a pleading voice to go over there and fuck him, but the fight to not join him was there too. Gritting her teeth, holding herself to her kitchen island, but knowing that if she dropped her resistance then she’d be over there in a flash.

Her body demanded recompense, and she could feel her will breaking down every second, as that strange man’s grin seemed to grow larger and larger.