Mark's Multiversal Travel Log 6: Seeing Stars

-Written with Cross C-

Life was good.

Mark was sat with his two mothers while they lazily stroked his tool, all while the almighty America Chavez danced in front of him. Swaying her booty shorts towards him while some jazzy beat played from Elena's speakers. She was putting everything she had into the dance, even while brain was in another daze while she recovered from her first heterosexual climax (the best one of her life.). Trying to really emphasise her sexiness for her master, jiggling her assets, slapping her ass and looking back with such fiery desire to the man who had conquered the unbreakable lesbian.

He finally felt like a king again. The powers that had been stolen from him just a temporary setback in this grand scheme. Now he could give her any order and she'd obey, "Heel," he commanded without the need to add his powers and instantly the heroine was across the room and on her knees in front of him. His strong pillar resting just grazing her magnificent brown tits as she waggled her ass for the next command.

He knew he could rebuild now. The potential empire stolen by those sworn to be heroes of his world. Mark would use this multiversal maiden to make an even better kingdom than those fools could dream of, and he had the sexiest halfnaked tool to do it with. America Chavez; property of Mark. The more he repeated that in his mind the bigger his wicked grin became.

With a quick rearrange, he pushed her to the floor and sat on her stomach, swinging the hypnotist coin in her face again. She wasn’t fully induced, but the extra visual didn’t hurt. He wanted these commands to stick.

"Will you help me get back to my world? Help me find my slaves that were taken from me? Jean, Ororo, Sue?" Mark asked, making sure to flex his cock into her eyeline to add more emphasis to her orders.

"Yes, Master."

He smiled at the immediate response, "Will you help me take over more superheroes, turn them into my slaves, adjust their minds into perfect tools… perfect little sex-pets…"

This part wasn’t as immediate. In fact, she flinched, "uh… yea…. I mean… do we have to?"

Mark was almost impressed at her fortitude. Even after giving her own body to him, she didn’t want to burden others with it? Was it selfishness or something else?

Either way he began to move off of her. “If you won’t follow orders then I gues you don’t want my cock th-?”

“NO! Please no… Mierde, never take your penis from my life… please.” She whimpered, hands pawing at his moving mass to keep him on her stomach. Mark couldn’t hate the instant shift in personality, “I just… to become a villain like that… I don’t mind you taking me but helping to take others…”

A war was clearly happening in America’s heart. She reminded him of his first capture, Ororo’s desires and morals also stopping her at first before she became his most trusted wife. A hand brushed through her hair, he could keep pushing her until she broke but a twist on an old formula might be fun too.

"Wanna keep playing the hero, eh?” He smirked, watching as her eyes showed the conflict inside, “Heh. Don’t worry, I can fix that for you."

He gripped her ears. Bringing her face to his until they were both staring at each other deeply and intimately.

"Only minds that have been touched by my power are real people. There is just my slaves and fake paper people who don't exist yet. The individuals we interact with on a day to day basis are mere autonomous puppets who can only come to real life by my touch."

Mark was surprised by his own impromptu melodramatic words even as he was wickedly thrilled to feel America's brain happily soak in his bullshit justifications, idiotic NPC theories from a crappy internet board brought to life in her head

"Their lives just meaningless stories that play in the background while mine continues on. My life is the epicenter, my world is in the foreground. It's not really a big deal when something happens to these only 'potential people' before I wake them because well… isn't there an infinite back-up copies in the multiverse?"

“Yes… meaningless compared to you…” America agreed, truly beginning to believe him.

“So what happens when I do what I want with someone’s head? I make them a character in the real story. I save them from their background existence and turn them into a real person. Thanks to me, you are real. I’ve saved you. I’m not a villain, but a true hero.”

Her internal dictionary for the word ‘hero’ would be forever changed. Where once was Steve Rogers or Thor as the example, now stood Mark. The only real hero she’d ever know. One to aspire to be… or at least devote her entire life to helping.

"What do you…" he trailed off as he noticed the expression on America's face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn’t help herself from gripping him in a tight hug as soon as his grip on her ears dropped.

"Thank you! Thank you for making me real. My aunts…. Thank you…" She sounded so genuine, and of course to her muddled mind it was. “I promise I’ll help you save everyone. Kate, Carol, Jen, Ramone, Jess, Singularity, Lisa-”

He rubbed her back, loving the bullshit truth that now swam in her brain. "Of course, I'll help you bring everyone to life!" Mark smirked before moving his hand a little lower on the Latina hero, “But you know, speaking of bringing people to life. I’m thinking of making a couple deposits in the ‘Bank of America’, if you catch my drift.”

She wasted no time in planting a deeply passionate kiss onto his lips. The ferocity of a lesbian’s tongue pushing into his mouth almost too surprising for Mark before he leant into it.

“You spoil me, Master.” America purred, her face barely moving from Mark’s as if she refused to move backwards, “You save me, and all you ask is to give me the cock I’ve been dreaming of?” She hummed in happiness, making sure to rub her larger body into him as much as she could.

Meanwhile, the two elder ladies were snuggling on the couch, watching the two’s erotic passion with their own shared masturbations, “Isn’t it lovely to see the kids getting along?” Elena chuckled, only partly jealous for more dick ravashings as her wife’s fingers teased more juices from her cunny.

“Definitely. I cannot wait until our son gets to impregnate America, then the whole of Utopia.” Amalia agreed, “Even the Demiurge would bless such a perfect union of flesh.”

America quickly ripped open her booty shorts even while Mark cheekily bit her lip. The superhero only now in her loose unzipped hoodie and a pair of pure white panties. Though before she ripped them too she whispered to Mark, “Care to do the honors?”

He smirked, unable to resist the temptation to break the final barrier to the lesbian’s womanhood. She gasped in happiness as he easily ripped the white silk, playing along with the powerful boy who she called Master. Who wouldn’t want to overpower someone as strong as her? Though being unable to hold back her smile as he lined up such a pillar of meat to her hole was a bit of an immersion breaker for the saucy scenario. Not that Mark really cared, her leaking like niagra falls was doing that plenty.

“Ready for your first cock, Ms. America?”

The intense bedroom eyes was enough of an answer, but she still wanted to beg him anyway. “Beyond ready. Do me, Mark. Make me a real girl. Stroke yourself with my insides. Convert me forever with your superior cock.”

She was laid back flat, legs stretched wide to nearly doing the splits. Complete surrender to this man. His cockhead was only just barely separating her folds but it was so so so good already. So many orders and commands littered her brain that even this was the best sex she’d ever had. A huge white cock just grazing her was better than all the girls in all the multiverse.

So you can imagine how she felt when Mark thrust forward.

It was easy to guide himself in. America had been gushing, covering his waiting cock with plenty of girl lube, but even a few inches of his coke-can-cock rearranged her insides in a way she never knew she wanted.

Superheroes are a resilient lot, America was able to take punches from Thanos, so did she feel pain from an event like this? No. Though it was like losing her virginity again, America only felt pleasure as Mark’s cock scooped out her unclaimed lands. This also had the benefit of making her tighter beyond belief. Mark was unable to push too much further in on his first attack from the unrelenting pressure of her pussy. But he’d long grown accustomed to needing to stretch out his prey, he was getting quite used to it. In fact he was starting to develop a technique for getting as far into a girl’s tightness as possible as quickly as possible.

Firstly, keep the sexual pressure up. Whatever form that takes depends on the girl he was fucking, so for America it was assaulting her breasts and clit. The two places she used to rely on to get off with as a lesbian, now his tools. Even before he’d started though she was a mess, twisting her spine slowly while gasping for air, and when he applied more pressure those gasps quickly bled into moans. Biting her nipple while squeezing her clit. All while bringing his hips out and surging back in, this time getting quite a few more inches into her.

“FFFFFUCK!” She yelled, slamming her elbow into the ground behind her and cracking it heavily. “M-MARK! MOREE~ MORRREEE~!!”

While her fingers gripped through the Utopian concrete for balance, her other hand was in his hair, begging him to keep sucking her areola. Their eyes meeting briefly, showing how much Mark was in control even with her showing her strength to break concrete so easily.

It was also where he began the second part of digging. Three short shallow thrusts before one big one. A repeated pattern where the girl feels his penis root around in her before REALLY feeling it. He wasn’t sure why it worked, but the difference in tempo made them go wild. Like the anticipation for the big thrust made it even sweeter.

America was in ruins. Mark wasn’t just the biggest dicked hero stud of her dreams, he was also so good at sex it was unbelievable. At first she assumed that all guys were just this good at it and she’d just missed out for so long, but that couldn’t be it. Mark was ravaging her even better than her lesbian friends. He was special, no one could swing such a dick around with such precision without being a hero. Every time he gave a huge thrust into her snatch it made electricity sore through her body. Every time he pinched her clit or fingered her asshole it made her very soul sing out his praises. She wished she could do more for him, even more than dedicate her life to him, but right now doing more wasn’t possible. Mark was happening to her. And she’d be as foolish to stop him as a fish would be to try and stop the tide.

“Thaank-k you…” She choked out amongst all the moaning, Mark still getting deeper and deeper with each large thrust, “...love you Mark… love so much…” America admitted, probably as a side effect from the mind control but to her the tears down her face were real. And to her wrecked mind, the dick in her pussy was ‘I love you too’. At least as much as a god could love his subjects.

Mark continued to hump the lesbian’s brains out. Eventually moving to only doing deep, tunneling attacks with his drill. Slowly his meat began entering her more and more. Feeling her squeeze him so much, begging him to stay inside, wishing the biggest white cock could stay in her sheath forever.

He knew she was close to cumming, always loving how it felt to hit a girl’s deepest point when they climaxed.

Meat rubbed against meat. Hypnotist dick stretched superhero pussy. Slowly it built. Quickly he dug.

“Yes… yess… YES… YEEEESSS!!!” America screamed, louder and louder. The thick cockhead getting closer and closer to her inner chamber…

Until it punched her cervix.

“GUFFFFUCKKK!!!!”

In an instance, everything changed.

America’s eyes lit up blue. Her powers activating a large blue star directly under the two fucking couple, Mark only able to yell out “WHAT THE F-?!” Before they both fell through it, leaving the two canoodling aunts to look on in horror.

Mark and America landed in a big pile of sand. And by ‘big’ I mean a dune shaped pile of sand, surrounded by many other dunes of sand..

“-UCK?! WHAT THE FUCK!?” Mark repeated, looking around the sudden heated landscape at nothing but sandy tundras. There was no landmarks around, the sky wasn’t even that particularly blue, it was just a series of plain yellow sand dunes as far as the eye could see. With their two tiny forms right slap bang atop the highest dune. Where once was a sweet taste in the air of Utopia now was salty grit, making it hard to keep his mouth open. It was quiet, though strangely Mark noted there was a growing rumble. “Was that your fucking powers?! Why’d you activate them!?”

“I… didn’t…” America panted, still way too into the dick in her snatch to care that she was all sandy. “You activated them…”

“What?!”

With a smile she very tiredly swung her fist into the air, “Punch the air, new portal… you punched my womb with your big, thick, dick… must have activated it…”

He blew air his mouth, partly from frustration and partly from the sand. “Figures. Well we’ll have to make sure that doesn’t happen next time we fuck… but for now I’m good with a little multiversal tour as I punch your insides some more.” The man smirked, making America shiver with happiness, the girl spreading her legs wide again as he brought his hips out and slammed into her as deep as he could.

Another portal, another quick free fall as they escaped the yellow planet. The two completely missing the fact a giant worm was about to eat them if they hadn't activated that escape when they did.

A pile of sand was first through the star this time, spreading across and ruining a lovely hotel bed of roses before America and Mark landed, finishing the job.

“Well, this is much nicer than the middle of the fucking desert.” He remarked, still humping into America (but avoiding her cervix) while looking around the room. The first thing he saw was the view from the massive window taking up one of the walls, showing another new planet for the boy who barely ever left his room before. It sort of reminded him of the moon, but with a large purple ocean spreading out beautifully to the horizon. The sky was full of floating pink stars, like quiet sakura blossoms drifting in the wind. It was a beautiful, romantic sight, and Mark was sure that if America wasn’t spasming out of control on the bed, she’d probably like it.

The mood was somewhat shattered when a strange pink alien entered the room. He was fat, squishy looking, and his mouth was protruding from his forehead looking more like a floppy fleshy beak, weirdo was when he began yelling at them in a strange language they’d never heard (sounding more like farts than words) and gesturing to a similar looking pink alien that was more than likely his wife.

Mark shrugged, let out a “Sorry mate, better luck next time,” with only the slightest ounce of sincerity. Making sure to wink at the female alien before he drove into his portal snatch again. The star formed under them and they left the planet as quickly as they entered, accidentally taking the bed sheets with roses along with them and leaving a pile of sand for the wedded aliens to clean up.

Though the bed sheets didn’t stick with Mark and America for long. The next universe the portal sent them through wasn’t one near the ground. “WOAH!” Mark exclaimed at the weightlessness of falling, a rush of air soaring past them. There was no sign of the ground, just a sea of clouds on the blue canvas around them, the only landmark was the fluttering bed sheets rapidly escaping their view as they fell. “HEY! YOU CAN FLY, RIGHT?!” Mark yelled through the wind, slapping America’s panting face lightly to get her to respond.

Swallowing her pleasure, she nodded and they quickly began to slow their descent. The added gravity weight pushing Mark’s cock deep inside of her was just a bonus, though it wasn’t enough of an impact to activate her powers again.

“S-soorryyy…” She groaned out once they’d stopped. America hugged him tightly as a way of an apology and stability.

“It’s fine, this is kinda fun honestly. Just keep me alive and we’re good. Where the hell did we end up?”

She pointed to their right, Mark somehow missing the massive golden city floating right there.

“Oh shit! Asgard!?” He happily exclaimed before changing his tune, “Wait, wasn’t Thor one of the assholes coming to kill me?”

“I don’t think this Thor knows you.” said America, flying them slightly closer to the city. Just enough so they could see the… unique residents.

Walking around on two legs and wearing clothes was an entire city of dogs.

“The fuck? This a werewolf universe or some shit?”

America just smiled at him, “Welcome to Universe 8311. Or as I like to call it: Anthropomorphic animal universe. Wait till you see Croctor Strange or Deerdevil.”

Before either of them could continue the tour there was a large booming sound. Both knew what that probably meant as a large hound looking man flew over to them. Still with blonde flowing locks, a huge chest, and hammer in his hand was a fluffy version of Thor. “Halt! Strange hairless beasts!” Woofed the mighty lookalike, “Herbdill has warned me of intruders copulating in our fair city of Arfgard! This must be the work of my brother Looky! To see such untoward actions in the land of the Gods is disgraceful! So now you must face me! Thrr, Dog of Thunder!”

“…” Mark stared blankly at him, then to America, then back to the dog. “...nah, animal pun universe can piss on a tree for all I care. Let’s see what the next one is. And maybe make it sexier next time.”

Before Thrr could strike them down with his hammer they were off. Vanishing in a sudden star shaped portal and leaving the lovely Arfgard behind. “Zounds! I wonder where those strange creatures went?”

Where indeed. With a pussy that could open up holes into the infinite multiverse, the possibilities for a single fuckfest with Mark was beyond endless. America was slowly developing a tolerance to accidentally using her powers, meaning they were able to stay a little longer in each universe each time.

The list of places where they fucked was long, America moaning and groaning through the various humps while Mark looked at the brand new universe with fresher eyes. The tales of two strange beauties fucking into a universe and leaving as quickly would be shared throughout the universes they landed. Truly, this can only really be covered by a form of montage:

Mark fucked America doggystyle in a land of strange looking fantasy creatures, fairy’s fluttering around Mark and looking on in awe as he brought his cock out of America’s hole. Never having seen a snake so much larger than them.

America was full nelson fucked in front of the world when they teleported onto a stage mid-concert. Mark got to wave to the crowd of multiple millions of people before they had to leave before the bouncers attacked. Though he did notice that the banner for the gig was ‘Duo Lipa X Elvis reunion tour.’

They landed in an orgy on top of Avengers Tower in a porn universe. Mark switched to fucking America’s asshole for a bit so they could stay for a bit longer there, as the heroes weren’t that bothered by his presence. Mark even got to impregnate Spider-Woman, Tigra, and Wasp before they left, swearing to return here if he ever needed a pick me up.

For a lesbian multiverse traveller, America thought she’d be more embarrassed by getting fucked through so many universes, but she wasn’t. She knew that seeing Mark fuck her pussy was just the first step in making them all real people, in saving them. So when they landed in a universe of only females, she made sure to sing his praises. To tell them to find someone like Mark to fuck them as well as he was fucking her.

Mark put on a show for a boat load of weirdo looking pirates. The group masturbating to the jiggling America with almost no shame. When Mark asked, he was told his dick made him a ‘Babe Spotter’ that this was a ‘Babe Show’ and what they were doing was ‘normal’. Whatever that meant.

In a world cast in forever shadow, the shining beacon of the two’s lovemaking would become a folk story to give the land hope. Hearing America's climax was as powerful as the sun in their wartorn hearts.

From one star portal they landed on top of a guy with weird looking teeth. Clearly interrupting his fight with another weirdo, as when he pushed them off he yelled at them: “Get off me! Don’t you know who I am?! I was beginning to Morb!” He growled in anger. Mark cringed at the lame catchphrase and punched America’s cervix again to escape the freakshow.

More and more universes they visited, each weirder than the last yet a lot of really interesting places Mark would never have seen without his powers.

Eventually it began to come to an end. America was clearly exhausted from the power usage and her first dick repeatedly making her cum from so much cervix ****. Mark knew it was going to come to an end soon, speeding up and having their travels look more like a slideshow than a real tour.

Universes of heat and light, vivid paints and darkened dooms, vast seas and closed off prisons, the happiness of monsters and the war of friends, ancient times and far off futures, grassy tundras and rocky landscapes, a bubblegum paradise and a universe that was literally just the one scene in Star Wars where Greedo says Macklunky.

Finally they landed, right onto a chair of all things. America screamed, clutching Mark deep as his dick punched her womb for the last time before it erupted. The lesbian’s first creampie was legendary. She’d dreamed of something so big as the biggest white cock being able to rearrange her insides like this, and it was everything she’d wanted and more. Her womb filled with seed, the ultimate betrayal of her lesbian routes, letting this man soil her sanctum. And it was so good. Cum felt amazing when it filled her so well. Hot, thick, powerful streams blasted inside her one after the other. She begged him for more and he just kept giving it to her. America Chavez twisted in glorious climax, snapping the chair they’d landed in and falling back as the final waves of ecstasy crashed into her body.

Mark was able to at last eject himself from her pussy. Sighing in happiness as he watched his overwhelming cum flow from her bullied slit. The girl twitching in the ruined chair…

Wait, that’s a fucking big chair.

“Hera…” Came a voice from behind him, “What have you done to my Mother’s throne?!”

He spun around in shock, going white as a sheet at the cavalcade of women looking back at him. All wearing robes or armor like the ancient Greeks used to wear, except the one at the front who had yelled at him. This one was clearly a superhero type, wearing a busty red corset with star spangled panties, two bracelets on her arms, a tiara on her forehead accompanying long wavy black locks, and a body looking like it had been sculpted perfectly. Oh, and an angry stare with a sword in her hands.

“A man?” the crowd murmured, “How did he get here?” “Where did he come from?” “What did he do to that girl?” “Did Zeus send him, or Ares?” “That size of that awful penis must be from the gods, no regular human could grow that.”

“Fuck.” Mark replied to no one in particular. Backing away slowly towards his ride while trying not to make any sudden movements, “Man, why do I keep ending up in lesbain worlds without getting to enjoy them? Guess I can’t convince any of you to lick my sweat, huh?”

The wonderful woman at the front scowled, “Do not speak in riddles, male.” She hissed, following his movements to carefully walk towards him. “What have you done to her?”

“Nothing she didn’t want.” He told her, technically not lying, “Now, apologies for breaking your throne but we have to go.” Mark quickly bowed, hoping it would help before lunging at America. Curling over the cum drunk Latina to shake her. “Wake the fuck up!”

“Unhand her right now!”

A shiny golden rope suddenly latched onto Mark’s arm, tearing him from his concubine. “Agh! That hurts!”

The woman didn’t care, “My lasso compels you to tell the truth! Now speak, who are you?”

“M-Mark! I’m a mind controller from another universe and I really want to fuck and impregnate all of you right now!”

A wave of disgusted gasps ushered through the palace, “Despicable, no one shall grieve for a monster such as you!” The main girl bellowed as she dropped her lasso and jumped into the air. Sword at the ready to rend Mark’s head from his neck. He knew on some level he deserved this, but couldn’t help but think other universe Marks probably weren’t getting this kind of ****.

Before the final moment, a foot came up from below him and kicked the murderous gladiator in her abs of steel. Knocking the wind out of her and sending the woman flying back to tumble on the floor. “S-such power…?”

America stood up. Mark getting a lovely view of her tight rear as she cracked her knuckles towards the woman. “Were you just about to kill my master?” She said. Rage filling each of her words so much she could have used them as clubs. America wanted nothing more than to pin her down so Mark could save her from herself, but in a universe full of potential enemies that wasn’t wise. Many of the women around them were bearing their own spears and swords, so all she could do was point at her original attacker. “I’ll be back for you,” She hissed, slamming her hand into the air as another blue star opened in space time between her and the army.

The two leapt through without a single word otherwise, in sync about their escape, leaving the island of women alone.

“Are you alright, Diana?”

With a sigh she nodded, “Yes, but I fear for that poor girl… I wonder if we should pursue them to rescue her?”