Mark's Multiversal Travel Log: Natchios Libre

*written in collaboration with Cross C

Staring down an actual opponent in an actual caveman arena feels so different than watching it on an episode of Gladiators. She was grinding her teeth as much as the ground beneath her bare feet. Even tied up she’d probably killed more men than I’d ever even met in my life.

Perhaps no one could tell I was quaking in my boots. Figuratively of course, I am mostly naked here. A single nude mutant with no weapons vs a fucking assassin.

That was, until someone with the strength of a spider pat me on the shoulder.

“I’m sure you’ll do great, little dude. Just be careful of Elektra’s rapid attacks, she doesn’t like to give her opponents a chance to catch their breath. I whipped this up for you to help.” Peter smiled supportively, handing over a big round white shield. It was a little hard to take him seriously at first with a naked white girl on his shoulder, draped over it like she was his hunting haul. I took it from him only to realize too late that it was pretty damn sticky. “Web shields may look gross, but they’re pretty strong and great at blocking. You look like a regular Captain America like that!”

“I don’t feel like that at all, it feels like I’m holding solid jizz.” I groaned, trying to unstick my hand from the substance and earning a laugh from Spider-Man, “Cumtain America I guess.”

“It’s Captain Markanda now, Peter!” MJ called from the side of the sandpit where a good dozen of this place’s naked denizens had gathered to watch my smackdown. “Now get your spider butt up here!”

“Duty calls.” He smiled again, heading off up the stairs with his knocked out woman. Greeting his wife happily, “Sorry I’m late, babe! This one was a bit of a wild animal out here. Who do you have?” Pete asked as he placed the girl from his shoulder on his lap.

“I grabbed one of your old villains, Mysterio. Haven’t gotten around to fucking him yet, so I can finally finish my slutty Sinister Six bingo!” Mary Jane purred, as the huffing and puffing dude with a loincloth rubbed his hands along her body. “You?”

Peter was grinning, “Fuck yeah. You go Quentin!” He laughed as the girl blinked to her senses. “I got X-23. Finally get to have some **** on Logan for all those times he fucked you senseless.”

Mary Jane smirked even as she ground her ass into Mysterio, “Isn’t that his clone? Maybe you were just jealous of me.”

“Oh yeah, tiny hairy Canadian men really do it for me. That’s why it never worked out between us and not the mind control.” Peter quipped, guiding Laura down to begin sucking his hard dick as he watched his wife and old enemy get it on.

My attention was violently ripped back to more pressing concerns as Elektra seemed to teleport and her shackled fist was abruptly impacting with my face. I saw stars as the **** of the blow sent me flying back off of my feet. My vision spun and I felt a sharp pain from basically everywhere that was my face and head. I crumpled to the floor with blood gushing from my nose as Elektra stood triumphantly over me.

“Well, that's one way to start things off.” called out Mary Jane with a sociopath's lack of concern.

I wasn’t completely out of the running yet. There’s still hope if I can get some level of connection on her… Scrambling to my feet, I put the web shield in front of my chest and charged forward, hoping to catch her off guard.

Only for the assassin to sweep a leg under my feet and send me tumbling to the floor on my own momentum.

I heard a sigh from behind my wounded body, “This is laughable,” said the Greek woman, wounding my ego as well, “This is the best you have? I’ve killed some of the greatest warriors in the world, and you send me something you’d find in a grocery store?”

The giggling chatter from the bystanders didn’t help my growing anger. Even with a handicap, she was about a million tiers above me in fighting ability. But I knew a way to get this bitch, a cunning plan forming in my mind. I stood up, holding my shield the same way I had before. I charged, but this time when she went to strike me I blocked as best I could. Her shackles impacting with the webbing that I held on to for dear life. And in that brief second of surprise I spat at her face. Hoping to make that fateful connection…

But she dodged it. Easily.

Her speed was immense, her reactions impeccable, and her knee rock hard as it landed in my pudgy stomach before throwing me back across the coarse floor.

And more comments started flooding in.

“Owch! You can’t even land one hit on her!”

“Hey, ref! Throw the towel in!”

“This feels like bullying at this point, haha!”

“Perhaps this is why you haven’t conquered your world!”

My world was bleary, my senses shot, all I could make out was Elektra and the easy smile on her Greek super-model's face. She pulled back her shackled arms, ready to deliver a killing blow to my skull, placing a foot on my shield so I couldn’t even move it up to block.

Was this seriously the end? The pain certainly felt like it. Killed by female John Wick, I guess there’s worse things to be put on the tombstone.

Then her features abruptly went slack.

The whole room was quiet, and I feared I was already dead. I was thankfully corrected when I heard a voice in my head, kind of like when my Jean would communicate telepathically, but this one was very clearly a different person entirely, her mental voice like a headmistress lecturing a naughty student rather than a kind motherly figure offering advice: <<I’ll give you this one ten second chance. Use what powers you still have, imbecile. Scent, sight, hearing, taste, and smell >>

The assassin remained frozen and I knew exactly what I needed to do. Mumbling a quiet thanks under my breath while returning to my feet with a wide grin.

My cock was hard. It had been ever since Misty's delightful hot little pussy. This entire situation (before I’d been repeatedly punched) was turning me on so much that my balls ached to be emptied and my dick had been steadily leaking pre as a matter of course.

My right hand slid down between us and captured a thick smelly dollop of precum from my glans and whipped up to press the sticky deposit to her beautiful face, smearing it into her nostrils and those thick fat lips of hers. Then, before she could suddenly come to her senses, I threw an arm around the back of her head and ground her face into my armpit.

I felt her nose push into my skin like a kiss but instead of feeling disgusted, as I'd expected, Elektra seemed entranced by the smell. She moaned softly and I heard her murmur something. My right hand slipped down to fondle her plump hard ass and I squeezed it roughly as I felt myself growing harder still.

That was enough to rouse her from her stupor apparently as her lovely body was suddenly no longer pressing against mine and she was soon looming over me with **** in her blue eyes.

I slowly got to my feet as I felt the connection between us. No matter her hostility, she'd breathed in well more than enough of my scent, let alone the taste of my pre-ejaculate that no doubt coated her tongue and perhaps settled deep within her stomach. I opened my mouth to take advantage-

And I saw stars and felt brilliant vicious pain as a round-house kick sent her foot connecting solidly with the side of my head, sending me flying off of my feet to hit and bounce off the floor painfully as I felt the world go dark.

There was absolutely nothing in my existence but intense and tissue-deep pain except for the life-line that was my connections.

There were web-strands connecting me to others. America's was the most vibrant. It pulsed like veins filled with flowing blood. Though another that seemed quite strong here as well, but distant enough that I couldn’t tell who it was. I could feel weaker tributaries flying out to make contact with the Uzunes. My connections with that clan already felt decayed, the bonds in my mind's eye looking like shriveled old ropes. Misty Knight had a chain, both MJ and Pete had whisper thin strings while the rest of the nude folks around that stupid faux campfire had ghostly lines between us.

Throwing myself into this ethereal world of associations between peoples, I found strength and I cast out with my mind, sending a command along all of the bonds that somehow connected my bonds with others with my very soul: <<Don’t kill me! I’m not worth killing! Protect me instead! Why not? I’m precious!!>>

The expression on Elektra's face was hard to read but it seemed almost...grudging? And there was something else: something that was hard to define. Was it surprise? Disbelief? Anger? Something that looked like disappointment?

She pulled back, getting to her feet. I scrambled up too and tried to stand tall, even though I was shaking from the **** of her recent punch.

I stumbled forward after so many blows and my opponent caught me by the back of my hair, bringing me up before showcasing me to the room. “Is this not over?! Look at him, he can barely stand! I fear any longer and I’d…”

The whole arena was filled with a confused quiet, especially from Elektra. I could vaguely sense her thoughts now, mostly confusion as to why she was scared of killing me, apparently from the mumbles around the room she wasn’t exactly known for mercy.

Which meant I just had to pile it on.

I blasted past her hold on me, grabbing her shoulders, and screaming like an enraged gibbon right in her face. My throat was appropriately and painfully chopped, and I stumbled back on my feet. But her hearing, sight, and even smell had been mine for a whole two seconds in that dominating screech, making that connecting string grow into a mighty sliver.

“Little shit!” She hissed, angry I’d done something so childish, “Just as I was showing you mercy!”

I wiped some more blood from my grin, and with a raspy voice said, “Cough sorry, but why are you even mad at me? You should be more angry with your captors”

She blinked. Suggestions like that are so much easier when there’s a layer of truth to the idea, because her angry eyebrows furrowing felt so much better when she turned to point at the crowd. “He’s right!” She barked, “I am out here fighting for my life, yet look at you all! Heroes of the world, reduced to this?!”

It was a beautiful sight, this woman’s inflated anger at her old friends and colleagues. Not that it was completely misplaced, her berating tone certainly sounded like the fight to capture her had broken quite a few levels of trust for the group. Apparently her old lover Frank Castle (the guy MJ had fucked in front of me earlier) was currently jerking off to our fight, and Elektra was NOT happy about it. I fed more anger into our connection, telling her over and over again to just yell and focus on the feelings she had for the others. ‘Ignore me, focus on them’ kind of inputs.

My eyes saw a smile on Shuri’s face, her own eyes looking over at me as she seemed to be a little impressed with the fight. Not that I liked her right now after she gave me this feral assassin that nearly killed me.

My posture was low as I began collecting more precum, stroking my hands along in and coating it with as much thick mucus as I possibly could.

I’d only get one chance at this after all.

Slowly, I approached the angry woman.

“And you! Mr Spider-Man! Was all the headlines that the Bugle said about you tr-HRGH!”

One hand of precum covered her mouth, shoving as much of the liquid into her mouth. The other hand slipped right over her pussy. I wasn’t 100% sure it would help, but I had to try anything.

She struggled immediately, an elbow landing in my ribs before I managed to say one simple connection enlightened command.

“You love this taste!”

The elbow that was about to tackle me again faltered. Landing on my body again, but barely enough impact to hurt a fly. My heart racing with fear, happiness, and excitement as the most beautiful sound I’d heard since America’s taking graced my ears. Elektra swallowed.

As my connection grew and this assassin began licking the hand that covered her, I piled on the orders. “You love me touching you. Nothing’s ever felt so pleasurable as my body against yours.” She moaned into my hand, going slightly slack and moving that thick rear I’d been pressed against further onto my body. Rubbing me while her eyes began rolling in her head a little.

But then I pushed too far too quickly. A single digit of mine had slipped inside her pussy and that had triggered whatever fight or flight emotions that had landed her here in the first place. With all her strength she pushed me back, and I stumbled to the floor again. Rage oozed out her very soul, I could barely even see anything but the whites of her eyes as she scowled angrily at me.

“My mind… is mine!” She hissed. Murderous intent flowed around her so much you could almost see it in the air. Though it was still a struggle, she was fighting the orders I’d given her so heavily, making America look like a pushover compared to her, “I won’t… won’t let you… I’LL KILL YOU!”

“Elektra! Don’t you know where we are?!”

So much blinking, so much confusion, but she had paused in her charge towards me mere inches from my body. “...w-what?”

I didn’t really wanna do this, especially with a crowd, but it was a thought I’d had coming up with ideas to take down America (The person, not the country.)

A way to have her full senses be captivated by me.

”This is a dance performance, Ms. Natchios. You are here in front of a crowd to dance with me!”

More confusion. I know what I said about having a basis before, but I also think that ‘mental defenses’ aren’t always prepared for a non-sequitur. They’re so focused on avoiding one thing that they’re bamboozled by something seemingly random. Elektra was sweating now during her mental fight with me, mumbling “what?” and “n-no…” and “dance?” while stumbling a bit on her feet.

Well, time to be glad there isn’t a multiversal YouTube, “I’ll ask you again, do you know where we are?” I asked, standing to my feet as she stared wide eyed at me. Swallowing my minor embarrassment, I put my hand out towards her, “We’re… at the copa. Copacabana~. The hottest spot North of Havana~”

My hips shook back and forth a little, capturing her eyes' attention. My voice sung sweetly towards her, capturing her ears’ attention. And the tastes and smells I’d already filled her with captured the rest. The connection loved to have that mental dominance of all senses when it could.

And fucking-a, it worked.

“...at the copa. Copacabana…” She mumble sang, matching my own energy and hip movements. Her enraptured focus now completely on me, and opening the door fully to let all my orders flow in like a polite flood. It gave me so much joy, enough to sing the next part with her much more enthusiastically, “Music and passion were always in fashion!”

It was a victory lap basically, but I’d managed to capture an assassin ready to kill me with only minimal psychic assistance! I grabbed Elektra’s hand and swung her towards me, grabbing her happy body in my arms as we danced together in front of the crowd. I wasn’t much of a singer, or an entertainer outside of letting others jerk off at me, but man I could get used to having a bunch of half naked heroes singing along with my half assed rendition of Copacabana. Especially as I ground and danced with a woman that could have been mistaken for a real belly dancer. She had some moves for a killer, and as I gave her orders to love dancing she got so much more into it she was basically giving me a lapdance where I stood. The shackles on her wrists doing nothing to stop our impassioned movements.

Thankfully the crowd knew more of the lyrics than I did, especially on the verses where I mumbled whichever words I could kind of remember. I think I heard MJ and Peter singing the loudest. At this point the damage was done though. Elektra’s mind was mine, and she seemed so happy about it. Dancing with the biggest dick in the room, loving its touch, grinding her pussy up against it, feeling the impact of it against her when we did a spin together. All the mental commands soaking into her like a sponge. You’d seriously never have believed she’d just wanted to kill me as she graced me with her happy eyes and wide smile.

And as the music reached its crescendo, I kissed her hard to which she threw herself at me for, wrapping her legs around me for stability. We ended the song with a pose, Elektra was in my arms like we were a wedded couple, and the crowd went wild. Standing ovations for a fairly tame performance, underlined by the mind control they all knew was affecting a deadly assassin.

“Thank you!” I yelled to the crowd while panting, letting Elektra down before I hurt my back, “We will now begin the second portion of our performance! I will now make my dick disappear into this woman’s pussy!”

“Yes!” The assassin moaned, falling to her hands and knees in front of me and wiggling away. “Master, please fill me with your big dick! I wish to be bred by you!”

More rapturous applause from the various ex-costumed ones. Whoops and hollers, all to watch me spread her wide and claim her as my own. Even Shuri was giving me an impressed clap through her screen. I couldn’t help but feel pride in my own accomplishments. Sure, other me had all this ‘Markanda’ shit, but it really felt like I was getting through this by the skin of my teeth, and the prizes felt even sweeter because of it. Elektra was wiggling a dump truck of an ass at me, looking back with excited eyes, and fuck it looked so good.

I wasted no time in finalizing my battle victory. Taking some of the pussy juice she was leaking and letting it smooth over my dick before lining myself up with her tight looking slit. She was so obedient now, and with all the mental commands I’d given her she had to be, shivering in happiness at my touch as I mauled her tight ass briefly. It was just that extra bit of oven cooking I like to do as my meal had to wait an extra few seconds with me at the door before I rammed in as much as I could in one go.

“AhhAHhHAHHHHHH!!!” She screamed out as my dick pushed past her. No more defenses kicked in this time, her pussy was mine the second I entered her tight hole. I couldn’t bottom out in her, but I could tell that I was the thickest and longest she’d ever had before. Slamming her raven hair to the ground while trying to understand the feelings rocking her, why she’d fought something so amazing, how she could ever have attacked one as perfect a fit for her as me.

I didn’t give her a chance to wait though, just like how she hadn’t given me mercy either. This wasn’t a sensual lover dick, no. I was the conquerer and she was my fucking prize.

“TAKE IT!” I barked, picking up speed very quickly to slam into her again and again. Her moans and groans only seemingly grew from the rough hammering of her insides, exposing her for the masochistic bitch she was to all her masturbating friends. Elektra’s thick breasts waved back and forth beneath her with every raging bull rush I attacked her with. Her mouth was agape with thick long moans and occasional screams of passion from my blows. The mewling quim I was spreading simply holding on for dear life while my thick pious rod scooped out all her insides. I could still vaguely sense her feelings through our connection, which helped me to know exactly where to do the most pleasuring damage. Like the thumb in her asshole that was tightly squeezed as soon as I shoved it in there, making Elektra practically squeal like a pig from the combined attack on her newly slutty holes.

The rest of the room was in a similar state of rutting. I could see a lewd expression on X-23 as she slapped herself up and down on Parker’s peter, MJ was clearly leaking Mysterio’s seed already and had moved on to the next guy sat next to them which was some freak with a weird frog head on, many others were just masturbating their dicks n pussies at Elektra’s fall, a real live studio orgy-ence up there. The only one who wasn’t (other than Mysterio who was post-nut sleeping) was Shuri’s bodyguard, though he was clearly erect and throbbing from the sounds and sights.

I felt alive, I felt powerful, and Elektra’s tight pussy was amazing to fuck. But, unfortunately, this was still not my world, and that voice that had saved me echoed in my brain once more.

<<Alright, fun’s over. Cum.>>

She knew that my dick could have lasted much longer, so the surging jism that rocketed through my cock was rather uncomfortable. Instant release, making me roar out with my strange climax. Filling the Greek woman’s pussy up with a full Mark load, making her topple over almost immediately as her belly filled more than it ever had before. The soiled assassin shaking on the rough floor in orgasm, feeling my thick n sticky flood her womb and ovaries. It wasn’t the only cum flying around as multiple men tried their hardest to send their ball juice onto Elektra’s form all the way from the stands. It was far too tricky for their dicks, instead just making a mess around the front few rows, but some managed to get close to the trouble making woman.

I stumbled back out of Elektra, dick kind of stinging but at least also feeling satisfied in its achievements.

“Much appreciated, Mr. Multiverse!” Shuri had already stood her guard up and shoved his screen head towards me, showing a beaming scientist looking proud of me, “I knew you wouldn’t die! Come, we have much to discuss!”