Multiverse of Perversity

*written with Namichwan, like a lot of Namichwan...

“Friday?”

“Just coming in for a landing now, sir.” Said the voice in his helmet. The AI calculating the perfect trajectory to fly through the windy skies of the Himalayas. “We’ll have you to your secret boy band meeting before you know it.”

Tony rolled his eyes under the mask, “Gotta stop inventing AIs with my level of wit.”

“Sir, give yourself some credit.” Friday quipped back, activating their beacon for the meeting, “I’ve surpassed your wit years ago.”

The Iron Man suit flew through the small opening in the rock that had opened from the beacon, quickly coming to a stop inside a large stone structure. Its ceiling was expansive and the halls were vast, yet still seemed immaculately clean for the kind of place they were. A perfect bunker to talk about the most important issues they faced.

Tony could almost call it lonesome, if there wasn’t a wizard magically appearing next to him at the time.

“How come I’m the only one who has to actually fly here?” said Tony, walking over and shaking the hand of his companion. “How’s magic, Strange?”

The sorcerer supreme simply returned the shake with a nod, “It’s doing fine as usual Tony. Though you know that’s a very broad topic. It would be like asking you ‘how are computers?’”

As the two walked to their meeting room Iron Man removed his helmet, somehow never having helmet hair or looking disheveled in the least, “Just making conversation Stephen. This doesn’t all have to be business business business.”

“Yet it feels like it should.” A new voice replied as they turned the corner. Three men were already at their assigned seats around the discussion table. The one who spoke was Charles, the leader of the X-Men and looking a little dour right now. Besides him sat Black Bolt, Inhuman King of Attilan with the most powerful voice in the universe, as usual looking regal and silent. Looking less regal was the other king, Namor of Atlantis. An annoyed grumble almost always seemed to follow the rude egotist, even now he sat with folded arms and feet on the table as if he was above even this.

“Why do you say that Charles?” Strange asked while sitting at his seat.

The bald man just frowned, “Deciding the fate of the world… it is a tough task for men such as us. To think we would treat it like a social event feels irresponsible and disrespectful.”

“Fine fine.” Tony shrugged, “Let’s not grab a beer after this. But does anyone at least know where Reed is? Normally if he’s late he ain’t showing at all.”

“Perhaps he is finally spending time with his wife.” Namor snarked before bellowing in laughter at his own joke. No one else around the room sharing in his fun.

Charles put his fingers to his temples, “I shall see if I can contact-”

“No need, I’m here.”

The men all turned around to see the stretchy scientist calmly walk in, his eyes not looking at any of them back as they were trained on a strange device in his hands. Tinkering away as only the elongated fingers of the smartest man could.

“Sorry I am late, this project is of the upmost importance right now.”

Tony just rolled his eyes, “We all got places we should be, Reed. What are you even playing with?”

“And why could I not sense you approach?” asked Xavier, a frown on his lips.

“I have the same answer for both, The Fantastic Four had an encounter with a psychic monster from the Negative Zone. Currently it has Ben captive and this device is a dampener field attuned to the creature that should give us some chance at recovering him. I apologize Charles, it seems you and the creature might have similar powers which is why it might be affecting you right now.”

The X-Men leader's frown didn’t disappear straight away, letting the explanation hang for a few moments before smiling. “Quite alright, Mr. Grimm’s life takes precedence.”

With his answer out there, the group seemed mostly satisfied to let Reed tinker away. Missing when the focus shifted from Charles… his eyes went wide briefly as he felt a finger’s touch on his head…

“Guess it’s down to business then?” Tony yawned, thrumming his metallic clad fingers against the table.

Black Bolt’s eyes went wide at the cupping on his uncovered chin.

“Certainly, but first,” said Dr Strange. “Reed, will you require any of our assistance recovering Ben?”

Mr. Fantastic shook his head. “I think we have it within our power, but thank you Stephen. I’ll be sure to reach out if that answer changes.”

“Other than Mr Grimm in the Negative Zone, is there anything else that requires our immediate attention?”

Namor was about to rattle off several enemies he wished to be eradicated, but something that touched his bare chest made him stop.

“The X-Men have had a brief lull in true threats.” Xavier explained, watching as Strange seemed to react next. “A few of my students even had the chance to train a very exceptional rising mutant.”

Tony's attention wandered as the old X went on and on about the new mutant. Apparently another bloody telepath. He was far more focused on Reed as the dour guy remained concentrated on the readings his wrist mounted holo screen gave. Considering he was in a completely silly and unimportant competition for smartest superhero on Earth, he couldn't help but compare his tech to Reed's. What was that? Some sort of quantum tunneling effect? God, had the stuffy prick managed to tame a worm-hole for just a suped up information display?

“Am I boring you Mr Stark?”

The voice cut through Iron Man’s focus, turning to see the rest of the room, and an annoyed Xavier, was looking at him. With a playful grin he gestured to Reed, “C’mon guys, he’s got a fancy toy and you know how I love my toys.”

A fair few tuts and frowns were what he got in return. Namor growling at him with clenched hands, “We’re here for the safety of the universe, Stark! A team YOU put together I might add!”

“I know, I know. Chill your gills. Sounds like the safety of the universe isn’t at stake this week!”

“That doesn’t mean we should get arrogant Tony.” Reed calmly replied, still working away while talking, “Lest we get as sloppy as those who forget my wife.”

That made Tony’s brow raise, “What’s Sue gotta do with this?”

“Susan Richards. Aka The Invisible Woman.” Reed began, something about his tone seeming different yet all the men were grabbed by it. “A title that readily explains her abilities, yet so many people only fear her **** fields. Always forgetting that there could be someone in the room with them completely imperceptible.”

“Yeah, but they don’t have 3 billion dollar A.I. in their suits that could scan for that, right Friday?” Tony smirked, playing this odd game and patting the helmet on the table. But after a moment he realized… there was no response. “Friday?”

“Forget about Friday for a moment Tony.” Reed continued, fiddling with his device. “I want to talk more about Susan. And about what you all think of her.”

The contender for smartest man alive wanted to retort, especially when he saw the lights on his helmet flashing as if Friday WAS talking… but at the mention of Sue’s name he stopped and did as he was told.

“Because she could be in this room, and with her powers she might not be the only one. There could be multiple people in here, able to walk around freely and touch you one by one. Changing the most powerful and arrogant men in the world to his whims… all it would have taken is making sure Charles was controlled first, in a single moment sealing your fates. But then, you’re not even hearing me right now, are you?”

The men were all looking spaced out. Lost in their thoughts, light years away.

“Because you’re all thinking of Susan. I know you’ve done it in the past, I’ve seen you stare at her. I’ve seen how you think you’d do better than me and being her husband. She’s a beautiful woman. Blonde, pretty, curves packed into a tight blue jumpsuit.” They were all breathing heavier now, imagining Sue. “Of course, none of you have seen what’s underneath. You’ve all imagined it, imagined her naked. That slender stomach, the full breasts, the unbelievable rear… she’s intoxicating.”

The Illuminati were acting like horny teenagers. Trying to cover their boners or shuffling their pants under the table.

“Think about her being right here. Right here on the table. Bending the light around her naked form to hide herself from you. Just out of reach, pure perfection right there to touch.”

They did think. They thought about how beautiful and desirable Susan Richards was. They could almost see her… the sight of a blonde head of hair slowly coming into view. Like a printer slowly revealing an image, her brow and eyes soon faded in as well. The men should have twigged that something was wrong, that Susan shouldn’t actually be here, but their desires in their minds were too high. Monkey brains at blonde hair making them want to leap out and grab her, yet they were all compelled to sit.

“I’m sure you’ve all been frustrated. Thinking you were better, yet not being able to grab Sue and make her yours.”

Grunts of agreement, especially from Namor, were his reply.

“I’m sure you’re all wondering why? Why didn’t you do anything for so long? Well… maybe you wanted it that way. Maybe you wanted to be denied pleasure. That feeling of inferiority, of being unable to get what you really want because someone else deserves it more, cuckoldry…”

Sue’s whole head and shoulders were visible now, but the reveal had paused before showing her breasts. Tantalizing… yet somehow the pleasure of being denied was present in the men as well.

“Don’t worry though. I understand now. For someone more deserving of Susan has come along and taken her. My-no… our master.”

Something new appeared in the supposedly empty space beneath Sue's seemingly floating shoulders. It took a moment for what it was to become clear, the obscene shape of a startlingly large cockhead. The swollen purplish glans floated disembodied for one long moment before the invisibility continued to withdraw and its shaft seemed to grow from it, a pole-wide cudgel of engorged cock-flesh. Down past the girthy muscular base grew a loose grotesque sac well filled with fat testicles that sat plopped out upon the surface of the grand table where they all made their fateful decisions.

The sudden appearance of the very large male endowment was not followed with the emergence of the man it was attached to. Instead a wet pinkish organ appeared, pressed absolutely tight to the tip of its bellend. Very swiftly the very telltale shape of the female reproductive system rushed into visibility with its pair of looping fallopian tubes and ovaries. The Invisible Woman's ability to selectively reveal her body parts awesomely displayed with the kiss her cervix delivered to the big cockhead.

As expected the men were instantly drawn in by the amazing sight. Their minds began to go blank, lost in images and sensations, but also with questions of what their senses were telling them.

Every member of the Illuminati reacted in the same way, twitching between their legs as blood rushed into them, growing and swelling, hardening. They shifted in their seats, five of the most powerful men in the universe… drooling and staring slack jawed with boners, like teenagers when the teacher in class had bent over to pick up a pencil.

Namor was the first to break the spell… partially. He was the first to shove a hand down his pants to start stroking himself off to the object of his desires. Perhaps he was the strongest willed, or the easiest to influence seeing as he’d already had to play second fiddle to Reed for so long.

Black Bolt was next, though he didn’t savagely beat his meat as roughly as the atlantean. A single grunt from the Inhuman could destroy the entire mountain they lay underneath, so while he was still compelled to feed an infatuation of Sue Storm, he did it calmly. Strange and Xavier soon followed, Tony only needing to first eject the majority of his suit before he could properly stroke himself off to the boobs slowly coming into view.

With Mark’s hands squeezing the pale flesh coming into view as well even as both Jean Grey and Cyclops appeared to either side of the table, both suited up and in perfect flanking positions on the seated men. The husband and wife were in almost mirrored positions, standing at the ready, the telepath touching her temples lightly with both hands as she used her powers while Scott pressed at the side of his visor with one, clearly ready to instantly fire one of his beams at a moment's notice.

Though using the phrase 'suited up' was decidedly an overstatement.

Their color coordinated bright blue and yellow outfits which normally clung tightly enough to their extremely fit bodies to be practically indecent, if that hadn't been the current style among many superhero teams, now truly were so. Jean's skinsuit now consisted of only the blue strip running down the middle of her torso, forming a skimpy leotard that managed to cover only half of each big boob, a slice of each pink areola perpetually on display. Her wide hips and the vast majority of her pelvic region were exposed. The fact that she still had the outfit's armored shoulder pads as well as the latex headgear that left both her face and luxurious long red hair free made for a decidedly odd yet undeniably sexy look.

Cyclops' outfit was even more abbreviated, his blue skinsuit was gone, leaving him practically naked. His massively broad pecs and chiseled bulging abs were only minorly obscured by the yellow straps bearing numerous small pouches while the broad golden briefs of the costume had been replaced with a g-string whose tightly clinging pouch seemed designed to show off how small Scott's package was especially compared to the brawny physique above and the huge bare muscular thighs to either side. To say nothing about the enormous disembodied cock on display upon the table.

Mark groaned at the incredible physical sensations emanating from his groin but just as much from the thrill of his control over them all. To make that powerful confident accomplished couple to wear that! To make them dress proudly like the sex slaves they were. To do the same to these so-called geniuses…

The mutant had never felt such power. He’d been shitting himself as they’d entered silently with Reed. His device, Sue’s invisibility, and Jean were the perfect camouflage combination to infiltrate any inner sanctum. And once he’d touched Professor X’s bald head it was over. None of the men could survive his and Jean’s combined influence from so close.

And now here he was. Six Kings, jerking off to him fucking one of their wives.

Addressing a thought to Jean, he relayed a command to Sue. The woman who was currently doing her best to maintain her concentration as she sat stop him with every last inch of his swollen cock buried in her cunt, dropped still more of her invisibility even as she maintained the doujinshi inspired lewd anatomy display below.

The easily F-cup swells of her motherly breasts were soon in full view causing a hiss of appreciation from Namor. With her back arched each well developed tit was presented to them all, wider than her torso they spread a bit so each side of the table was greeted by their own large pink nipple. And the way Sue was breathing, ragged breaths making the supple flesh bounce so gently in the air, was tantalizing to say the least.

Her soft smooth stomach was revealed next, obstructing their view of Mark's penis, but the way her otherwise flat abdomen actually swelled outward in perfect accompaniment to its location only emphasized how incredibly well-endowed the young mutant was. Soon enough Sue's well trimmed blonde muff was in view and then soon after the folds of her pussy drew themselves into view around his girth, her slit stretched into a gaping maw around its footlong meal. The drenched pinkness of the mother of two was all they could think about. How much they’d always wanted to see her secret spot be fucked by someone better then them, or at least that’s how their brains were now programmed.

"Well, what do you think of my wife and our master's display, my colleagues?" asked Reed with a wave of his hand as the full sweep of Sue's lushly curved body was finally revealed as her her long legs, bent and spread wide upon the table, were finally visible.

Namor was the first to speak, "She's a goddess… so stunningly beautiful. Her skin is white and smooth like snow. Her breasts are full and round, plump and ripe." He moaned, "How can anyone resist this?"

Arm pumping rapidly in his lap, Xavier added, his eyes wide and staring, "Indeed. To see our Lord and master take her is quite titillating."

"It's hot as fuck is what it is." commented Tony rapidly, "Like did I just become a cuck in the last 100 seconds or so? Because signs point to hell yes and I can't find it in myself to care. I honestly don't think I've boxed my one-eyed champ in literally two decades and Pepper's going to kill me for this-well actually she probably won't mind the break..."

Mark groaned as Jean had Sue finally start really riding him and the blonde hiked herself up to a lewd power-squat above his hips, his muscular arm's worth of cock-meat first squeezed and then exposed by the movement. He grunted at the exquisite sensation as well as the arresting sight of Sue's huge bountiful ass swaying back and forth before him with the end of his pillar of a dick clasped tightly between her pussy lips.

He was still invisible for the most part. Only his dick and balls on display for the Illuminati. He wondered a bit at both his own cowardice that he still clung to that. What did it say about him that he wanted to make damn sure that what this group of undeniably powerful men knew about him was that he had a big dick and enjoyed pussy. That he was likelier more man between his legs than they were?

Or that he really liked being the center of attention, a really bad trait for a mutant in his position…

With these thoughts festering at the back of his mind and his desire for Sue's pussy boiling at its forefront, he pushed at her back lifting her slightly up even as he pile-drived his pelvis upward, forcing his tremendous organ up into her.

He had his invisibility finally drop fully, revealing his naked form to them all as he slipped to his feet, grinning as he took her hips into his hands and flicked his gaze to the laps of the Illuminati as he towered over them. Looks of surprise on the ones that could peel their eyes away from Sue’s rutting form.

It was a lot for the Illuminati. Pounding their meat, looking like a bunch of marvelous apes with slack jaws and grunting mouths. New desires to serve and protect were being laid on thick by both Jean and the Professor. Already giving birth to new amazing ideas of how they could fully capture their own territory of power… as well as the bevy of women for Mark to enjoy. It was a lot for them. The heat growing so strong, surrounded by growing passions as well as the beauty of The Invisible Woman being absolutely stretched to her limits by such a magnificent cock.

“So this is the one that now owns your wife, Richards?” Namor grunted, looking at Mark with a somewhat bemused face as he stroked. “If I wasn’t so aroused by my own inferiority I’d certainly be laughing at yours.”

The stretchy man nodded going to stand, “Yes, I should properly introduce-”

Mark put his hand up, “I got this Reed.” He smirked, confidence booming from his position as he addressed the room. “Yes, I am Mark Williams. Your new master and commander.” Another mild grunt of arousal spiked in the men, to which his grin grew “No need to introduce yourselves, I know who all you are from the news ‘n shit. Gotta say, you’ve done good work saving the world bla bla bla. But you know, there was something about you guys that gave off bad vibes, like deep down you were all just massive pricks…” He gave a single wiggle to his hips, letting his junk slap about across Sue’s twin cheeks and making the dignified woman quake underneath him with lust. “...but looking around, I’d say I’m the only guilty party!”

Taking a quick census, he found only one big dick in Namor's hands and he still outclassed the fucker. He slapped Sue's huge, tight butt, squeezed those shapely cheeks and reintroduced himself, splitting her fattened cuntlips, plenty of female lubricant splattering onto his crotch as he plunged deep into the confines of her folds

Sue crooned loudly and unashamedly as Mark pounded into her wet, hot, and squelching pussy. "So.... F-Fucking gooood ♥. T-Taking your entire cock feels so fucking good, Mark~!” eyelids set aflutter by the sensations rippling through her cunt, an electric feeling of being taken by him in front of all her friends and colleagues was addicting. Her eyes trailed down to the man in front of her as she knelt. “Blackagar… isn’t it beautiful?” She asked Black Bolt, the silent man simply nodding respectfully. “My son, my master, taking me so roughly as he controls you all… I’m so proud of him…”

“While he might not be biologically related, Mark has the power and desire to turn Susan into his wife and mother.” Reed explained before the Illuminati could ask questions, “As is his will. Perhaps he will convert all your wives into his toys. Pepper, Medusa, Clea, Moira…” Reed listed off the women in the other’s lives, earning a new groan of pleasure from each of them at the thought of Mark taking their precious mates. “Of course, I suppose he already took your interest, didn’t he Namor?”

“YES!” The Atlantean belted out, pounding his meat roughly again with his eyes fixated on the blonde’s beautiful body. “Susan is beauty without measure! She was always wasted on you, yet now I know she was wasted on myself too! UGH! Master! Owns! Her!”

“Don’t hurt yourself there, fish dick.” Tony quipped once more, “Perhaps your new catchphrase should be ‘Inferior Rex’.”

Stephen had taken the words much more to heart, “To imagine my dear Clea… in the hands of someone else… once a fearful image, now enlightens my loins like the flames of the faltines. I would do anything to make it happen…”

A redheaded woman curled her lewdly dressed body slightly around the magician, “And you must, you all sit in the presence of the true king of the world. You should do everything in your power to make him happy.”

“You thought yourselves as gods protecting the universe, above all others and most worthy of making these decisions,” Cyclops growled, clearly annoyed by past prejudices, “but you were simply joining yourselves as a council for the real ruler’s rise.” His hand landed on Tony’s shoulder, “Mark is true power. The sooner you all learn that the better.”

“Do we all get snazzy speedos like you chief?” Tony quipped, shrugging his hand off.

Scott just simply replied, “If you do your job well; yes.”

With a simple nod to his wife, Jean quickly turned her focus to Iron Man’s brain. The billionaire philanthropist groaned as he suddenly wanted to be wearing that speedo more than any high tech suit he’d ever made.

Mark was feeding on their attention, reveling in his superiority over them. This was exhilarating. Simply fucking Sue while they all watched. As he manhandled her perfect body around on the table, her huge boobs swinging around, both of her lewd holes casually displayed to her male superheroic peers, it was all so intoxicating!

He couldn't help but let out a roar of satisfaction as he pounded Sue, causing her heart shaped butt to wobble wildly. Finding himself right in front of Tony Stark, he pulled out of her even as he flipped her over so that she was lying back on the table with either foot hanging off to either side of the billionaire celebrity philanthropist's lap. Vaguely aware of the guy's own famed sexual exploits from old tabloids, he smirked at him and crowed, "Ever done this position, Tony?"

He took hold of her legs and found Sue instantly cooperative as if his notion had been plucked right out of his head and placed in hers (it had), her pelvis and hips actually rising on their own as she manifested a ramp shaped forcefield beneath them. Soon enough her back was practically perpendicular with the tabletop, her overly generous breast flesh crowding her tucked in face. He flashed her a grin as her bright eyes met his and he swung a leg over her so that he was practically sitting on the backs of her thighs as her long legs dangled out in the air behind him. Standing for a moment, he laid the fat head of his cock against her already battered and thoroughly lubricated slit before easing himself in, her pussy lips bulging outward around his glans.

Then he turned his attention to Tony Stark as he slapped his hands on his knees as he slowly lowered his squat driving his long shaft straight down into her. It was obscene and absurd. A superhero, a leading member of the Avengers was sitting there jerking off to him as he drilled the Fantastic Four's super MILF, her upside down ass offered up like an alter to his cock.

Stark made a play at being blase even as he kept up a steady pumping on his seven inch erection that looked angry and already about to erupt, “Oh yea, the ole Upside Down Reverse Folded Cowgirl position. My absolute favorite back in my banging gymnasts and ballarina phase. Hey, you sure you want to take over the world, Sir-Master-Mark-Lord? 'Cause I have to say, I think you're way better suited for a career in pornography or honestly, just a gigolo-You wouldn't believe the-Aiieeeh!"

As Mark grew annoyed with Iron Man's mouth, he was quite pleased when he felt the whispery mental caress of his red-headed telepathic beauty and the goateed playboy abruptly lost any semblance of composure as an overwhelming orgasm was **** upon him, his supposed rakishly handsome face frozen in an absurd rictus of pleasure, his eyes bulging and his lips drawn back from a teeth-clenched grin as he unleashed a huge spurt of jizz that managed to fire above the tabletop and even speckle across Sue’s raised left butt-cheek. Mark continued his steady slow-motion in and out plunge of his massive cock into her, Sue's glistening inner pink clutching at his length and being pulled outward with every withdrawal as the great Tony Stark spilled the rest of his seed uselessly atop the table and his own lap.