Post-Coital Coffee

Written in collaboration with Cross C

Some time later, after all the fun had been had, Mark, and Nat were lounging about on a couch in Claire's apartment.

After the nurse had revealed her usual after sex tradition was brewing a fresh coffee, it was quickly requested by her new masters. Claire had to hide a single tear of happiness from the compliment Mark gave her as he sipped her ‘excellent mochaccino with extra cream’. He had always had a sweet tooth, in stark contrast to Nat’s all business plain black coffee with no sugar.

Once Claire had made the brew… she collapsed on her bed in the adjacent room in complete exhaustion, Mark appreciating her tenacity to make him a drink at least. And it gave him more of a chance to chat to his Black Widow as his balls grew new sperm for the next conquest.

It wasn’t long before America strutted into the room, her eyes alight with delight as she took in the various naked forms while Mark and Nat talked conquests of the day. Spotting Claire's splayed out form on the bed she made a beeline for her.

"¡Qué demonios! I had my eye on this filly! You should have told me you were going after her!” America pouted, flying around the sleeping Claire, spreading her legs and scooping up some of the drying cum from her leaking pussy. With a smack of her lips, she yelled through to the other room, “I'm claiming her for my Noble House!"

"Too late." Natasha replied calmly.

America flew back into the room with a whine, "Aw, come on! She's Latina! Mark, didn't I say I've got dibs on Latinas!?"

Stretching on the couch with his soft member resting across his thigh, Mark waved a hand dismissively at his concubines, "Yea, but Claire and Natasha have history now. Plus she did one hell of a job helping me bring that one in. She earned a reward.” Just a simple touch to Nat’s shoulder was enough for a smile to spread uncontrollably across her face, “Besides, isn't it racist to say you get her just because you're both Latina?"

There was a moment where America’s feelings of jealousy towards Nat’s smile made her eye twitch, but she through it out to snuggle up closer to Mark’s other side. "Not racist when I’m technically not even Latina. Some Utopian girls be caramel flavoured, you know.” She nuzzled her hair into his chest and Mark let her sip at her coffee, “Mm, nice. Anyway, I just wanted that cutie for my harem… I get to borrow her right, girlfriend?" America winked at Natasha.

"That's fine. Just don't interrupt her new work schedule."

"Oh yeah she's a nurse, right? I spotted those drabby scrubs when she walked by me in the hall. They do nothing for her natural curves. We've GOT to get her a proper naughty nurse outfit.”

A part of the Widow wanted to retort saying they shouldn’t be dressing each other’s commoners, but when Mark’s cock twitched on his thigh Nat sang a different tune, “That would be acceptable. I believe one of the women in my house has an ‘only fans’ application, with a lot of softcore porn of herself in smutty outfits. I’m sure she can source such fetishware in this universe.”

“Look at you two, making friends with the locals.” Mark chuckled, taking the last few sips of his chocolate drink before America slurped it all, “They all happy to take orders from you as well as me? No signs of rebelling or contacting anyone?”

Nat opened up Claire’s laptop that she’d already hijacked for her own purposes. “No outside calls at all, only a few inward ones leaving scam messages or ‘call me backs’ which will have to be addressed by the appropriate head of house. As for the mind control, as usual your will is absolute sir. I’ve had an easy time forming The Romanov Spy House thanks to your amazing ability.”

“Heh. You sound all serious but ya know Felicia's got the most in her house now, right?” America chided, taking some of the wind out of Natasha’s sails.

Her snuggle bud at least saw the humour, “Hah! How'd that happen?”

“Gotta keep an eye on that sneak, I’m tellin’ ya! She's got everyone on the third floor pretending to be cats and dogs. It's hilarious!"

“Providing our master pets for his endless sexual appetite is a worthwhile endeavour in my eyes.” said Natasha, once more returning to her black coffee and slyly putting an eye on America, “I’m excited to see what ideas you have for your house, once you’ve come up with them.”

Her lower jaw moved slightly with her frown. The woman knew a backhanded comment when she saw one, though unfortunately she had no retort. Her enthusiasm for owning a harem was mostly to save more people and make them real, while also having more than the Widow.

“Yeah, what were you gonna do?” Mark lazily asked, unfortunately rubbing salt in her wound.

“...ey, Papi, let me cook, okay?” She defensively looked away, “I’m coming up with something, I just been having too much fun. That estupido cat took concubines and cabróns away from me, I wanted to make a whole group of groupies for my big white dick.” There was some level of hurt in her voice, but she couldn’t deny giggling with glee when Mark’s fingers traced along her abdomen while he nibbled her ear.

“Very well, I shall ‘let you cook’. But for now, all this time chatting and it looks like our host woke up.” Natasha’s finger pointed over to the entrance of the bedroom where Claire had been sleeping, now in the doorway she was completely prostrating herself for the three nobles.

“Ah! Claire~ Come on over here, would ya?” Mark happily waved, though a frown formed on his face when Claire’s head did not leave the ground. Instead practically dragging herself through the slightly mucky carpet, "...hey, you don't have to be quite that 'groveling' you know. I was a fan of your sass, that fire…"

The fire in her hadn’t snuffed, but Claire’s priorities had shifted so much she practically whimpered under his suggestion, "I- your m-majesty… I couldn't- I mean- that w-was that other me I…and you- you're the Phoenix King!"

The atmosphere was kind of awkward, Mark’s two women looking at his frown with raised eyebrows. "This is, uh, kinda sad.” America admitted, “You know you could just give her a little tune-up if you want…"

"Problem there is, when does it end? I didn't actually directly **** her to act this way, this is a natural submissive steak after she got the basic HPK package… heh, you should have seen it, I gave it to her through my balls.” America’s eyes lit up at that idea, and her hand massaged his balls lightly as Mark continued to speak to Claire, “Nope, if I change you again you’ll start losing whatever parts of you are you, then you’ll find it even harder to blend in as we take over. Claire you're just going to have to get used to a bit of informality. We've hardly got the whole dang Kingdom right now, right? Just be you, but a subservient you.” As he spoke, the nurse began to raise her head from the floor, almost scared but trying her best to follow the Phoenix King’s instructions, “Besides… you may not be ‘Queen’ material but you're certainly… oh, let's call it ‘Favoured Concubine’ status."

Claire's heart skipped a beat.

Mark curled a brow towards her, “That’s quite a big smile.”

“Well… I just… I always got picked last for gym, ya know?” The pair laughed together, “Thank you master, I’ll do my best to be… me, and I’ll wear the title with pride.”

“See that you do! But before that, you can earn it by sharing all your knowledge with Nat here. All about that ‘Jen Johns’ and ‘Killerface’ or whatever it was. And do it while slurping my cum out of each other. I have to go continue my conquest of this random New York apartment block!”

America scooped her arm under Mark’s armpit and flew him to his feet, "I'll be your date, senor guapo! There's a mother/aunt/daughter trio of hotties on the fourth floor I'm just dying for you to meet!"

As they walked out together arm in arm, America playfully smacked the King's butt and said, "Let's go conquer some hearts, your majesty!" The King laughed and they both disappeared down the hallway.

Leaving Claire and Natasha together.

“S-so, you wanted info on Jessica Jones and Killgrave?” She asked after being prompted by Nat to sit on the couch with her. “I wasn’t really there the whole time, but the news was going on and on about-”

“Actually internet coverage of those two and their event is pretty thorough, especially on seedy message boards blogging about how terrible that Jones is, so I’ll just need some basic info from you.” Nat said while tapping away at her laptop, “Before that though, the one piece of information that no one seems to have is information on the person we’re here for in the first place.” A heavy mood seemed to follow her question, even with how naked the busty hero was she could intimidate the crap out of Claire Temple, learning forward to ask, “Have you any idea where Jean Grey is?”

Meanwhile, a long, LONG distance away, there floated a grand spaceship.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had returned and now with its new army of Skrull refugees it had never been stronger. It was a grand fleet, guarding Earth's galactic neighborhood, helping out in local star systems, while keeping an eye on intergalactic threats lest another Thanos situation happen again. Something that had apparently been the Asgardians' bailiwick with varying degrees of attention and dedication before their weird disk world caught a bad case of being blown the hell up.

Walking through one of its many halls, Nick Fury was dealing with one of those threats now. Talos, one of the skrulls higher in command, following closely behind him until they reached a large security tight door.

Eyes were scanned, fingerprints identified, voices recognised, all the high tech security they needed for a prisoner like this. A long corridor of important safety measures to finally lead them to a single interrogation room. The pair were greeted with a redheaded woman, locked in chains, body tightly trapped in an iron body suit that kept her pinned to the psychiatric table.

Yet her fierce eyes still scowled at them.

“So she's awake.”

“Seems so.” said Talos while typing down words on his electronic pad, “Subject B1TCMP. Level 5 threat, that we picked up on Contraxia. She was trying to enslave an entire ship of ravagers before Starhawk and Cosmo managed to get the drop on her.”

Nick Fury stroked his chin, “Powers?”

“From what we can tell, psychic and telepathy, but stronger than anything we’ve ever seen. If it wasn’t for this psychic proof glass we’d be serving her in an instant.” Talos reached over and tapped the glass. A little knock against the translucent sheet seemed to indicate it was working well, as the redhead flinched from the blue energy it emitted.

“Yeah, that was a good purchase.” Fury nodded, looking over the notes from his scientists, “Hang on, it says she’s Terran?”

The skrull nodded, “Weirdly, yeah. Though there was some debate there.” Talos reached over and pressed some more buttons to show the woman’s DNA, “Not only has she got some mutated genes, her base doesn't really match any Terran we've seen either. Working theory is she isn’t from this reality, maybe another timeline or even universe entirely. Like that new Gamora that’s running around.”

“Right. Another fucking headache is what you’re saying.” He sighed, rubbing his fingers through his non-existent hair. “Whatever. If she’s from Earth then we should take her there and let them deal with it. Maybe we can get that wizard guy to lock her powers or something.”

“Strange.”

The door closed on the prisoner as Fury said one last thing, “I know right? He was a real weirdo.”

Jean Grey was sat on the best chair on the ship. In a room with a lovely set of books, with a manservant skrull and Maria Hill Maid ready to cater to her every whim. The comfortable bed and alien fireplace all installed for a positively cosy room for her to stay in, and she’d have thanked Nick Fury if she wasn’t secretly controlling him whenever he looked her way.

“This is far too easy.” She giggled, swirling her wine in the glass as Maria Hill rushed to fill it back up. Then, without words needing to be spoken, dove down to begin licking Jean’s cunt as intensely as possible. “What a sad little universe this is. Completely ripe for the picking... you feel it too, don't you Mark? I can feel your presence now… and I’ll be with you as soon as I can.”