Scarlet Fever

One of Rob’s three Queens visiting anyone else in the harem was not an unexpected thing, even when the Queens were want to materialize out of thin air and out of nowhere. That was why, after a day in the office, Asami and her two pets hardly batted an eye when Wanda Maximoff appeared in a crackling red storm.

Really, the only surprise from Asami’s point of view was that the visitor was Wanda and not her usual collaborator, Zatanna.

Before Asami could so much as offer their guest a cup of coffee, Wanda - wearing a look of utter seriousness and all business - snapped her fingers, unleashing a wave of chaotic, divine energy through Asami’s plush apartments. Suddenly, a great pressure formed in the pit of Asami’s guts and, judging by how they were hunched over, Korri and Shulkie were experiencing similar discomfort. Asami folded almost in half, groaning loudly, as the pressure descended from her stomach, through her bowels, and then to her groin, causing her sex to feel heated and inflamed.

And then, the dam bursting all of a sudden, Asami sprouted a cock! She stood up in shock, her new appendage wagging in the air, joined by her girlfriends, both newly endowed themselves. Looking over at the two, Asami felt slightly peevish comparing herself to the two Amazonian gymbos, her slender five-inch cock looking quite unimpressive next to Korri’s thick, veiny nine incher and especially next to Shulkie’s foot-long, gamma-powered monster.

Before Asami could utter a word over Wanda’s sudden visit or her… “unique” way of saying “hello”, two copies of Wanda sprung to life for her original self and charged across the spacious living room of the penthouse. The two clones all but pounced on Asami and Korri, throwing them back onto the sofa, sheathing themselves upon their newly minted cocks, and riding the two women for all they were worth.

“Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum inside me! Fill me with your seed and give me a baby!” One Wanda cried out, screaming in primal need, as she bucked atop the giggling, drooling Korri. Her motivations could not be clearer. “A brown-skin, redheaded beauty! Tall and muscular, with Bending and magic! A perfect slavegirl for our Master!”

“You should be honoured, Asami Sato.” The other Wanda purred from atop her mate. Her speech was less frantic, but her bouncing on Asami’s slender cock was no less wild and crazed than her double. “You're absolutely gorgeous, but your mind has proven more of a use to the Master than anything else. You are more than worthy of giving me a child and giving him another ****~”

It was very rare that Asami was at a loss for words, but the suddenness and bizarreness of all of this, not to mention just how serious Wanda looked regarding getting knocked up by her self-made futas, was one of those times. For a moment, she could only bob her mouth up in tone in mute shockness, but eventually came to appreciate the moment. Appreciate the strange, pleasurable sensations of her hard cock sliding up and down in the lubricated cunt of the stunningly beautiful Wanda Maximoff.

Strange as it was, there could certainly be worse things to happen to her tonight.

But then there was Shulkie, all by herself, watching the scene, mildly disappointed. Mildly, but not too much. It was hard to be disappointed when she was watching people fucking. Her dismay vanished almost as quick as her cock grew hard, stroking the green monster while biting down on a single finger nail through her bimboish smile.

And that smile only grew when Wanda approached. “Ooh~ Does Shulkie get to fuck, too?”

“In a moment, darling.” Wanda offered to her bimbofied friend. She gathered her power again, taking one hand and using it to draw a line directly down the middle of Shulkie. Then, with a dramatic motion, Wanda threw her two arms out wide, as if she were parting the Red Sea, and ended up parting the Incredible She-Hulk for real!

The great, green body of the bimbo began to ripple before splitting apart, like a cell undergoing mitosis, and just as Wanda had made her two copies, so now did she split She-Hulk into two, one blonde, one with the classic dark green hair of her un-modified self, both possessing the voluptuous Pink Room enhanced physique, but the only the latter possessing the mighty green cock.

As Jen, as She-Hulk, as the no longer bimbofied woman, gathered her bearings, Wanda held a finger out to the still pink-and-blonde Shulkie and froze her in time, moving upon onto She-Hulk like a predator, like liquid sex, taking hold of the root of the cock and moaning with barely restrained lust.

“I know you preferred being an airhead and being ignorant of the pressures of your former life, but I have need of you for a future mission.” Wanda said in a husky voice, talking shop even as her eyes drank in the tall, curvaceous, muscular, perfect emerald figure of her fellow Marvel woman. “It’s good to have you back, Jen.” Wanda added with sincerity, smiling affectionately at her friend, even as her hand fell into the valley of She-Hulk’s great breasts, drifting downward in a lazy path to caress her chiselled abs.

“Well, it was fun while it lasted, but at least I can still be with Mistress Asami and…. Hmm, weird. I no longer care about being an empty-headed bimbo, free of the stress of the modern world.” She-Hulk, Jen Walters, looked at Wanda and asked. “Did you do that? Remove that from my head.” Wanda gave a distant, slow nod, her eyes locked on Jen’s cock. Jen just shrugged. “Well, guess I won’t miss it then. So, Wanda - Mistress Maximoff - what’s our mission for Rob? What do you need a smoking hot muscle slut like me for? It’s gotta be something big if-”

Wanda silenced her friend by holding her fingers to her lips.

“I will tell you later, slut.” Wanda said, her voice tinged with the harshness of impatience. “But right now, as you can tell,” she motioned to her clones still riding atop the other two women, milking them for every last drop of cum possible, “I am here for a very specific reason. So what I need you to do is shut the fuck up, take that giant green cock I gave you, shove it up my divine cunt, pump me full of your gamma-powered baby batter, and fuck a Hulk baby into me! Do I make myself clear!?”

Jen’s lips, still with Wanda’s fingers on them, drew into an unimpressed pout, as she slouched, narrowed her eyes, and silently gave Wanda a censuring look.

Then, in a flash, she had Wanda upside down, resting on her shoulders, holding onto the witch’s ankles, and piledriving her great green bitch-breaker into Wanda’s welcoming, needy slit.

“If you wanted this so badly, all you had to do was ask nicely!” Jen roared in a combination of indignation and sheer, orgasmic joy, as the gamma globes of her testicles convulsed and unleashed a metric fuckton of super-powered, gamma-irradiated nut-butter into Wanda, no doubt giving the wanton witch exactly what she wanted.

“YES! YES! MOOOOORE!!!!” Wanda roared alongside Jen, deliriously happy, even in her compromising and dishevelled state, as she and her copies were well-fucked and well fertilized. “BREED MEEEEEE!!! BREED ME FOR OUR MASTER AND HIS GROWING HAREM!!!”

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If there was one thing that Wanda Maximoff desired it was for the continued happiness and success for her lord and Master, the lover of her life, the centre of her universe, so on and so forth…

Obviously, as a ****, that was a given, so if there was one other thing that Wanda wanted more than anything, it was to have a family.

Denied such a desire in nearly every iteration of her fictional self, the longstanding wish had now become a burning, primal need within the core of the Scarlet Witch, the flames fanned by Rob’s own plans for her and her **** sisters. Already, she had gorgeous twin girls growing in her belly, overjoyed to be blessed with them, and while she happy with them and was certain her Master would bless her with many more children in the eternity to come (to satisfy his breeding and **** fetish and her well-known maternal wishes), Wanda realized that was only scratching the surface of her itch.

If she and her lover weren’t going to stop with two kids, then why should she stop with just whelping children born of Rob’s seed? Why not use her divine powers to make the impossible possible and give both of them what they wanted - Rob his legion of obedient ****-daughters eager to serve his every desire and Wanda would give herself the grand, perfect family she always deserved - by having Wanda spread her legs for the other women in the harem? Breeding her like a stud racehorse (mare, in this case, seeing as how she could impregnate others with her scarlet seed, she would much rather carry her daughters herself) with the dozens of beauties her Master had collected, to a brood of exotic, blended, and splendid children she could call her own!

And, yes, as Wanda was formulating this plan, she had a flicker of a thought that perhaps her Master’s breeding fetish was infecting her, as the idea of her belly swelling with child (not to mention being fucked over and over, stuffed with seed, and carrying the unborn children of so many others, all at once) made her loins surge with fire. But to be twisted by the Master’s will was a good thing, all the more if Wanda could enjoy this endeavour, both in the moment and come the final result.

She did intend to have every one of her fellow slaves impregnate her… yet. And Wanda also knew that her Master was always on the prowl for more to join the harem, and he had several high-profile targets set up for that, but that simply meant Wanda could do this all again at another point in time. But for now, she settled for who was already in her Master’s possession and made her list. Those of great power, those of great beauty, the exotics that were not entirely human or human at all, her Master’s favourites, and a few that Wanda herself had a soft spot for.

And who knows? Wanda might be starting a trend here. Perhaps Rob would like to crossbreed his myriad slaves in order to make such singularly beautiful and unique daughters?

Her misadventures with Asamia, Korri, and the now fractured and freed She-Hulk were neither the beginning or end of this breeding crusade. It lay somewhere in the middle, though exactly where was lost in a haze of lust and pleasure. Pure, mind-numbing pleasure, as Wanda felt everyone of her eggs properly fertilized by the super-charged seed of these futa cocks, felt the moment of conception and creation, the miracle of life growing in her belly, and all to serve the glorious perversions of her Master and the purity of her dream.

And, even better, she could show her beloved the fruits of her labour!

Wanda, giddy as a school girl, led Rob by the hand and guided him through a great galley, similar to the one he had full of the gilded statues of future conquests, only the walls of Wanda’s galley were lined with many, many other Wanda Maximoffs, held in glass cases in perfect, suspended animation. Each of these other Wandas wore a placid, empty expression, all branded with Rob’s womb tattoo, and all of their crystalline prisons were mounted with a placard which named who had “donated” to each Wanda.

Not every woman in the harem got the honour of making a baby with Wanda, yet there were still well over a hundred suspended Wandas - held frozen in time so that Wanda could choose when they gave birth. From her Marvel sisters (Gwen, Kamala, America; Jean Grey and her staff and her students, too), to women of exotic races and origins (all of Rob’s xenosluts; Karlach and Urbosa and Miss Carmelita Fox; Megan and Starfire), then came women of great power (Raven, Korra, and the four MHA girls), and women of great beauty (Asami, Daenerys, Cersei, Mercy, Tifa, Zarya). Wanda even had the honour of playing with Zatanna and Mercy’s newest toys, those not yet inducted to the harem, paying special visits to Wonder Woman and Widowmaker to extract their seed.

She also was especially pleased to say she had laid and mated with both Zatanna and Mary Jane, the two given places of honour in the proceeding, and the laying of the three goddesses was certain to give Wanda sublimely divine daughters to be proud of. She could hardly wait! All to create the most beautiful, most powerful, most exotic, most splendidly wonderful daughters that she could manage! It brought tears to her eyes, it made her so happy…

“Wait… why are there, like, twenty with Gwen Tennyson as the donor?” Rob questioned after noticing the pattern.

“A benefit of that lovely gift you gave her.” Wanda explained, holding him arm-in-arm, cradling herself against Rob’s broad chest. “With the ability to take on a myriad of alien forms, I thought it the perfect opportunity to expand the variety of your harem. Poor dear, though. She was absolutely exhausted by the end of it all…”

The great, big, puppy-like smile that slowly spread on Rob’s face meant the world to Wanda. “Well… damn! You thought of everything here, babe. Really went all out.” Rob chuckled and made a wide gesture to the galley, it’s occupied stalls and the many more vacant ones spread down the infinite, impossible hallway. “And with plenty of room for expansion.”

“There are still many more slaves you have not claimed that I am dying to have in me…” Wanda said with a rolling relish that surprised even her, as she briefly imagined her colleagues in the Avengers running a train over her - Earth’s Mightiest Heroes and Earth’s Girthiest Cocks filling her to the brim again and again and again…

“It is an intoxicating thing, darling…” Wanda admitted, still flushing from the desire and hunger taking a hold of her. She drew idle circles on Rob’s chest. “I think someone has infected me with their breeding fetish and now I can’t stop. You’ve turned me into a monster…”

“Yeah,” Rob snorted, still beaming with pride. “Wanda Maximoff, Mother of a Thousand Sluts!”

Such a boorish comment and Wanda took it as the greatest of compliments, such was her life now, such was her joy! Her eyes gleamed with future possibilities, including actually birthing a thousand children. A family. A real, true family! All for her. And, of course, she had ensured that all of her daughters would be bound by the same power that bound her and Rob’s other slaves to his will. All of her brood would see Rob as the supreme, glorious lord and Master that he was. And then Rob would breed them and Wanda would become a grandmother a thousand times over and - Oh! It was just too much! Too perfect! Everything she could have possibly dreamed of!

Reality pulled away as Wanda and Rob pulled back, away from the galley of impregnated Wandas and back into Rob’s home. Instead of wandering the infinite hallways, he was instead staring at a great diamond held in Wanda’s hand. Each facet reflecting a different Wanda, showing off each of their dazed expressions, brands, and the donor placard. Rob grabbed the gem and played with it like a goo-gaw, rotating it around in his hands to see every facet, every Wanda.

“Well, by my count, there’s a few special donors still missing from the list.” Rob observed, marvelling over the diamond and sub-dimension held within. “Not to mention, you did say you needed the real She-Hulk for something, and I gave you the duty of dealing with the Avengers…”

Wanda smiled and purred, but this time not because she was revelling in her unending need to breed. Much joy as it brought her to see her own dream come to pass, she was a **** first and foremost, meaning her duty was to her Master and his dreams.

“All in good time, my beloved Master… I was just lining things up so I could kill two birds with one stone…”

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So, we are back. Nothing as dramatic as my previous hiatus, I promise, things just sort of fell apart. I took a vacation, took a break after my recent frustrations with things, and then... a combination of writer's block and laziness meant that I wrote very over the summer.

I am starting to get back into the habit of writing on the regular, but in combination with some of the frustrations I have felt in writing chapters this year, I came to a decision: Essentially, I am going to cut some side content I had planned and focus on the main thrust of this story. I began this story in late April/early May of 2023 and so my goal is to complete this thread by that time of next year. I am pretty infamous at sticking to my goals, so we shall see how it works, but I think it is doable and it gives me something to focus on going forward.

Regardless, thank you everyone for your patience and it is good to be back.