The New Norm

Written in collaboration with Cross C.

It had been a rough week for Abilash Tandon.

This wasn’t a unique trait among his town, it had been a dire situation for everyone in Westview. No one had expected the breakdown of an all powerful Avenger, especially right inside their provincial little town. Twisting their minds and reality to live out a daily life not his own.

Abilash had become ‘Norm’, the ‘coworker’ to the ‘new’ ‘man’ in town. Working in a building he’d never been in before like he had been there for years, performing asinine tasks in silence until Vision appeared to begin each day’s episodic plot, often only playing a bit part in the side plot of his own existence before returning home and doing it all again tomorrow.

To him and his fellow townsfolk, it was akin to mental ****.

**** to live behind a screen of their own mind. Watching their own body and voice play out the words stuffed inside their brains by Wanda. Even when the episodes shifted to sexual, it was difficult to truly enjoy the erotic heat when they were barely present in their own bodies. In his head, he had prayed to gods, made deals with devils, and asked for help from whatever his imagination would remove him from this nightmare.

And it happened. A Phoenix King had answered his call.

Wanda’s haphazard magic had been ripped from the proverbial room inside their minds by Mark, closing the door on Wanda’s control, but not leaving the space as he welcomed their own thoughts back in. Why would they want him to leave? He owned them, after all.

No more screens from Wanda, Abilash was in full control of his body once more. He felt so thankful, joyous, and complete under the leadership of Mark. He had saved them. Done what S.W.O.R.D. and S.H.I.E.L.D. could not. Tamed the two witches that had tortured him, asking only for loyalty in return. Perhaps this was why the control took a hold so completely, as even Abilash’s rational mind would have still taken that deal to escape Wanda’s control.

It felt freeing, and getting to watch the witch impale herself on the new king’s pole felt both cathartic and erotic all at once. The sense of community was palpable as the whole town–members new and old–all proudly clapped and cheered Mark. Abilash had already managed to find his wife in the chaos and both had never felt closer as they gushed their love for their new King.

He may not have been able to help with punishing the evil Agatha, but he still wanted to know what he could do to help his new Kingdom. Abilash wondered if he would get a chance to talk to Mark himself. To tell him what he meant to him, to explain the role he had as Vision’s friend, and ask Mark preferred ‘Abilash’ or ‘Norm’ from now on. It seemed that Mark was too busy with witches, secret agents, and interdimensional Latinas to ever really speak one on one with a simple subject, but that didn’t mean any of them would stop supporting him.

Even now, the town was doing what they could to serve Mark’s every whim. His lunch had been served just after he was done with Agatha. A full platter of various foods and drinks to enjoy, presented by a few of the town’s highest rated chefs, almost fighting with each other to be the one that filled Mark’s belly. Abilash had had a schooltime fling with one of the esteemed chefs: Abigail, and remembered how she always wanted to be taken seriously as a chef and never looked down upon as a woman. She had beaten her rivals by using her own tit to serve Mark some cured meat. She looked so giddy that Mark was touching her at all, sneering at her male coworkers at their lack of boobs.

Mark and his three concubines continued their impromptu buffet of pastries, cheesecake, and the honey licked off of Wanda’s neck. It was far from the only offer from the town to try and appease their king.

Bank tellers were emptying out the vaults to offer Mark as much money as he would need. Medical staff spoke of their desire to keep their King’s life and lineage going on as long as they possibly can. A piano teacher offered to either teach or write songs of Mark. An old woman gardner had a bouquet ready to share. Bartenders offered more booze than Mark could ever drink. The local bouncer and law enforcement officers offered their lives to protect Mark. Gossips offered information. Writers offered poetry. Even the local shut in offered their extensive sex toy collection.

And when there was nothing else to give, men and women simply offered to service Mark. An underlying hope that his vast swaying nutsack would be used to inseminate every fertile womb in Westview.

Abilash recognised all of his community coming together to do this. Men and women never looking happier than to serve their new big dicked master. Even those he didn’t recognise from out of town (namely the secret agents that had failed them) seemed ecstatic to serve Mark.

Though he had nothing much to offer, Abilash still wanted to help. He was one of the ones who dragged a mattress from a nearby furniture store and placed it upon the town’s centre for their King’s comfort. He lay on it to go for another round with his women, Mark’s sprawling landscape of hard, masculine muscle utterly buried beneath a writhing sea of soft, naked female flesh. He was the anchor, his chiselled chest and rock-hard abs providing the unyielding foundation for his three Queens taking it in turns to ride his face and cock.

Some were initially saddened by the choice to involve only his initial harem, hoping to be a new thrall for Mark’s enjoyment. This pain was quelled when it was revealed any woman could come and kiss the King’s scrotum.

While the town’s male population were binding together to ruin Agatha’s fun, the women were all making their devotion to Mark’s pole known. A queue of women–agents, scientists, and average folk–were lined up to get their turn in kissing the Phoenix King’s sizable balls as he fucked his queens.

Abilash was waiting with his wife, Priya, keeping her company as she impatiently tapped on her feet back and forth for her turn. He partly wanted to see her cute dance of frustration and lip licking at the lewd thoughts in her head, and partly he wanted to see her bury that face in Mark’s balls. In terms of heat affecting his crotch, it would surpass all the times she wore lingerie for him combined. He’d already spilled his seed on Agatha earlier, but the thought of his wife smooching Mark’s balls made him diamond hard.

Currently, Wanda claimed the cock. Her body moving with a fluid, hypnotic rhythm that highlighted her **** curves. She bounced on his giga pole, her massive, high-sitting breasts slapping together with wet, heavy impacts, their volume so immense and firm they completely overshadowed the modest frame of Sarah Proctor beneath her. The pecking order was thoroughly established as Sarah, the woman formerly known as Dottie, was on her hands and knees, her slender, pale back arching and her small, perky breasts swaying gently as she moaned and buried her face in the King’s heavy sperm laden sack. She lapped at the wrinkled skin of his massive balls with **** devotion, unbothered as Wanda’s swollen, over-lubricated pussy leaked thick, translucent juices down onto her cheeks.

Behind him, Abilash heard someone ask, “How did Mark’s testicles taste, Jemma?”

Further back in the line, Jemma Simmons wiped her mouth, her naked body flushing pink in the cool air. She was a stark contrast to the Queens, slender, petite, and utterly normal, with small, soft breasts and narrow hips that looked fragile next to their outrageous tits and ass.

“You know, logically, I understand that he’s mentally manipulating us all, and that he’s augmented my taste buds in some way…” she breathed, her hand trailing over her flat stomach, “But fuck me were they not the best tasting balls in the world.”

Quake crouched waiting for her turn, her athletic, half-Asian frame trembling with anticipation. She was gorgeous but grounded, her breasts small and firm, her waist naturally tapered rather than magically pinched. She looked over her shoulder at the men gathered nearby.

Daisy smirked, “You don’t have to have such a boner, Fitz.”

“I can’t bloody help it when she’s gushing on and on about Mark like that!” Fitz stammered, his eyes glued to Jemma’s soft ass. “Oh fuck. Do I have those, uh… the fetish thing? You know…”

“Cuckold?” Mac finished, patting Fitz on the back, unable to look away from the pile of sexy feminine skin on the mattress. “I think we’re all cucks compared to Mark, Turbo. Hell, I know I can’t wait to see Yo-yo get her smart mouth on that big pole.”

“Like how she was with Deke?” asked a random agent from nearby.

Mac paused, face darkening slightly, “...she what?”

Daisy could have cared as much as Mac was about the inter-S.H.I.E.L.D. scandal. But she was in the queue for kissing Mark’s balls, so she could hardly talk. If anything, the idea of her budding romance with Deke had been completely removed from her brain. He was just another tool of Mark’s conquest, like she was.

Abilash could appreciate these people’s newfound dedication to Mark. He clearly felt a similar fetish to Fitz when it came to his wife. The gap was slowly getting smaller, but it still felt like an eternity as each woman took their time to smother Mark’s nuts with love.

At the front of the line was the turn of Darcy. With America and Wanda swapping around, letting Darcy face the pussy she’d already had to lick a few ties, while having proper face to ball smooching.

“That’s right, Titties. Get ya face in there nice and deep.” America purred, stopping her squat thrusts momentarily to take Darcy by the back of the head and mash her in. “Getting a sense of all that white man ball juice? Only someone as big as Mark can create loads you can feel swimming about.”

“I feel it…” Darcy groaned, fingers touching at her leaky sex the longer she mashed her cheeks into the cleft of Mark’s balls. The rushing surges of his potent breeding juice with every thrust of America’s cunt against his cock, “Is there some sort of waiting list I can sign up for to get a go with Mark? Or is it more like a reward scheme? Like, if I convince Jane to join this crazy orgy town then he’ll split me open like a thanksgiving turky?”

“That’s King Mark to you, Titties,” said America, grinding all the way down Mark’s cock until her pussy sat against his base, “Careful, too much disrespect and you may lose Mark’s favour. He could make you fall in love with a duck.”

Darcy gulped in fear, “No disrespect intended! Sir Master King Lord Schlong Supreme Ruler Mark Man! I’m just kinda… ya know, really damn horny watching you two.”

“Hehe, yeah I get it,” America smirked, plapping her ass a few more times against Mark hard enough to make her eyes flutter, “Don’t worry, Mark’ll get to fucking these sweater puppies before you know it. In fact… Mark! Hand out!”

Darcy looked past America’s chocolate body, beyond Natasha longingly kissing Mark’s chest, to where Wanda was riding her love’s face. His hands were gripping at Wanda’s huge ass to push her deeper onto him. The way she wiggled around in pleasure was both arousing and jealousy curdling inside Darcy. Mark’s hand did in fact do what it was told, stretching out away from Wanda to its side, like it held an invisible vampiric wine glass.

“Go put your tits in his hand,” said America, and Darcy didn’t need to be told twice.

She rushed forwards, practically slamming her chest into Mark’s upturned digits. Witch thigh blocked her from getting to see his reaction, but she could feel her king’s eager gropes and that was good enough for her. Deft manly fingers squeezed at her ample chest, squishing, pulling, analyzing her nipple with flicks of his thumb. It didn’t matter he was currently pleasing four other women, Darcy was just pleased to be touched by Mark.

“Ooh, fuuckk…” Darcy moaned. She’d never been close to cumming from just getting her tit squeezed, but Mark’s skill (and the sheer status he held in Darcy’s head) was making her completely lightheaded. “Nn! M-Ma~ark! Oohh~!”

Then it was over. His hand was removed from her tit.

She never got to even look Mark in the eyes…

…but she did get a brief thumbs up from him before his hand clapped right back onto Wanda’s rear.

That little gesture made Darcy’s heart swell with pride. Her master liked her boob! All these Amazonian goddesses to fuck and feel, but her tit still stacked up! Years of loser horn dogs in bars perving on her chest were finally worth it. Only earning her PHD could even come to this feeling of elation.

“Hehe, good job, Titties,” said America. Darcy looked up to see the Latina looming over her with a grin on her face and a pussy full of cum. “Play your cards right and it won’t be long until you get to fuck his big white dick too~”

Darcy was still panting from the groping, “F-f’real?”

“Sí babes,” America grinned, gently gripping the back of her head, “But for now, you get to lick his cream out my pus.” Darcy was quick to obey, diving her tongue deep into America to lap up as much of Mark’s cum as she could.

Time continued on for Abilash and his wife, edging ever closer, both growing hornier and more impatient the further they got, until she was finally at the front of the line. As soon as the shortstack police woman that had nibbled lightly on Mark’s sack was finished Priya practically dove into the space left behind.

It was almost immediately too much for Abilash. Natasha was currently jumping up and down on Mark’s cock, the sight of the premier female Avenger completely naked and jiggling in pleasure was erotic enough. This coupled with her belly slightly distorting at the sheer size of Mark’s member inside her body. And then further coupling with the sight below it, Priya the love of his life taking another man’s nut into her mouth to suckle it. Her pert Indian rear wagging about happily, leaking a profuse amount of her juices onto the floor as she prostrated herself for Mark. Moans absent from their failing love life singing out so naturally from simply kissing his white, sperm filled, sack. It was a sight even more beautiful than their wedding day.

Maybe in another life he’d have been bold enough to start fucking Priya and join his King in a glorious orgy. But it was not now. Right now his cock had already begun shooting his jism into his vigorously pumping fist. Spewing on the floor and his wife’s feet.

He stumbled over to a nearby bench and sat upon it, truly spent, but getting to view his wonderful town with a heart full of pride.

The debauchery and revelling continued for another hour. So many women got a chance to kiss Mark’s massive scrotum as he fucked his favourite sluts. Even when he changed position to doggy style ramming those girls just manoeuvred their heads between his legs to kiss his swinging balls from below. Mark didn’t mind. He loved the eagerness to debase. Some lips were even re-joining the queue to do it again, especially when a new meta forged with various lipsticks being shared out to make your mark on Mark. By the end his balls were a tapestry of submissive smooches.

Mark had let both Natasha and Wanda fill themselves up with his cum before he finally got to stand up from the mattress again. Wiping up the pussy juice spread over his face with gusto before stretching out his back.

“Alright~ Time to start testing out some new pussies~” He grinned, seeing a wave of women eagerly shuffle around where they stood, **** to be first across so many faces. “Now, which sexy spy to fuck first?”

Before he could choose, Mark was interrupted.

“My King, I believe you may need to save the next round for now,” said a man approaching him, “I’m afraid Westview has officially run out of time. Anything from local law enforcement to The Avengers will be converging on this location any moment now.”

Mark raised an eyebrow, jutting his thumb towards him, “Who’s this guy?”

With a never ending smile, he extended his hand out, “The name is Phil Coulson. Head of spy agency S.H.I.E.L.D., I’m sure Agent Romanov has informed you of me.” After a moment Mark took his hand to shake. A few seconds of clenched dapping just left Mark confused, “Ah, sorry about that. Your powers work through touch, don’t they? I’m afraid you can’t add any new directives through that hand, it’s robotic.”

“Robot hand? Head of a S.H.I.E.L.D.?” Mark was impressed by such a bonus find. The whole goal was just to get the Scarlet Witch, yet now he had a whole government agency to play with, and all the cool toys they had access to too. Maybe they had spy equipment? A bunch of world leaders that Mark could shake hands with? Plus if the agents were anything like Nat… “Hmm, got any tight pussied spies around for me, Phil?”

“I can personally recommend at least one woman that I’d love you to stretch out, sir. Not to mention quite a few young recruits for you too, but we really are out of time. Even with the Hex’s magic trapping us inside, that broadcast means there is too much heat in this location. If they set up a perimeter we may not be able to guarantee your safe escape. I recommend evacuating you from this area until we know it’s safe to return.”

The Hex still remained, the magic had just stopped pervading every corner of the world around them. The connection to Mark had calmed the raging scarlet magic, ceasing the false creations like her fake children, but it hadn’t fully dissipated.

“I’m fine with prioritising your safety too,” said America, “Losing you for these last few days really fucking sucked.”

Natasha frowned, “We might not be able to return to the New York Apartment for long. With the world looking at you it won’t take long for them to use surveillance to track where you frequent.”

“There are several S.H.I.E.L.D. bases that perhaps wouldn’t have seen your broadcast. They’d be perfect places to convert into Phoenix Kingdom covens.”

Suddenly another man rammed himself to the front of the crowd, “Or we could use S.W.O.R.D. bases! Master Mark, I can say that our agency has far more personnel and resources than the outdated ones that Phil is offering.”

“Would that not be a detriment to hiding Mark, Hayward? I’d say Fury would be on us in a flash in one of your bases,” Phil shot back.

“How cute. Still dick measuring even in front of their Master’s superior meat.” chuckled America, “Would either base be able to house the whole town?”

“Unlikely, but Mark’s well being takes precedence over all of us.”

“No way,” said Mark, shaking his head with a stern look towards the two men. “I’m done losing those that I have a connection with. I just got a whole town to fuck with, I ain’t giving that up. If you think it’s dangerous here then give me a solution that involves saving everyone.”

“Our king cares about our wellbeing!” called out a random citizen.

“He’s as magnanimous as his penis is vast!” agreed another.

A chant soon began to ring out through the square, “Praise Mark! Praise Mark!”

As the rabble roused, Natasha rubbed her chin, “Mark has a point. There’s no way we can curb this enthusiasm for him before our enemies arrive. That broadcast would become far less effective if it's revealed that Mark can control minds.”

“I’m open to ideas. I’m not fully familiar with everyone’s skills here,” said Coulson.

“My stars can teleport us all anywhere, but I have no idea where we’re planning to keep all these new recruits. Our NY apartment’s gonna get tight quick, Mark,” said America.

“If only we could move all the buildings too…” hummed Hayward.

“I have a plan.”

All eyes turned to a spectral woman. Agatha’s spirit stood there with a broad smile and hands behind her translucent back. Eyes shifted back to where Agatha really was, still in the centre of a blowbang but looking a little more empty in the eyes. Her astral projection staying confidently still as she waited for someone to ask what her plan was.

“Don’t push it,” hissed Mark, still not trusting of her, “I said to prove yourself, but stay in your lane.”

“Yes sir!” Astral Agatha gave a quick faux salute, “I definitely won’t tell you my plan to save the whole town and everyone in it. No way, no how.”

“What did I just say-!?”

His snarl made her cartoonishly zip her astral lips.

The little council that had formed all gave each other a quick look, though only one woman was brave enough to speak up against his will. Nat placed a calming hand on his shoulder, “Mark…”

Mark and her shared a look, speaking a thousand words as he knew he’d been acting out but still didn’t want to trust her, “Dude, she was… like, the villain of this whole thing! She’s a literal manipulative witch!” He sighed, wrapping his arm around the widow, “We both nearly died because of her.”

“I know, and I’m not saying to totally trust her…” she replied, rubbing her hand on his chest, “I just know how absolute your control is. I managed to break the Red Room’s hold on my psyche, but never yours. There’s no way she isn’t being sincere. Plus, I think we’re running out of options in terms of saving everyone here.”

“...fine. What is your plan?”

The astral projection of Agatha practically skipped with glee towards the square’s nearby benches. With dramatic flare and eclectic grin, the witch yanked the attention, “I’m so glad you asked! One relocated town? Your wish is my command, Master Mark~ Might be tough for one of us, but with The Scarlet Witch’s power combined with my magical experience means we can protect all your assets in one go! And I don’t even need to stop sucking dick to do it!”

Wanda glared at her, sharing Mark’s distrust of the evil woman, “As long as I can stay with you, Mark, I don’t mind where we live.”

“I guess, if you can magic us somewhere safe… then do it. No dirty tricks. Just move the town.” ordered Mark, letting Wanda go and stand on an adjacent bench.

“Come on, Master~ I’m a good girl now, you’ll see! Now, luckily you already put a big magical dome over the town we need to move,” said Agatha, beginning her incantations, “Just follow my lead, Wanda. All we need to do is convert all that energy into a relocation spell and we should be able to go just about anywhere~”

“But where will you be taking us?”

“Oh, honey. When you’ve been around as long as I have you know where all the good hiding spots are~” she grinned. Her purple magic surging upwards to latch onto the Hex. Slowly the sky above the town changing colour and pulsing in magical maelstrom, “We may need to convert the current owner, but I know of a place we can go that no one can find us… Wanda, dear, I know you’re new to this but you need to focus.”

The Avenger had been too busy thinking of her new husband, and snapped out of it at Agatha's pushing. “You certainly do like giving orders for someone trying to kill Mark moments ago…”

“Things change, Darlin’,” Agatha smiled a fake warmth, “You’ll all see that soon enough.”

With Wanda’s power combining with Agatha’s, the Hex was really churning now. Symbols of runes covering the oversized dome as the sky grew darker and darker. A tender wind that hadn’t been present before blew through the huddled crowd, mysteriously blowing upwards from the ground with no explanation. The sounds of magic creaking, shifting, transforming, all began increasing as the maelstrom grew ever stronger.

“Buckle up, boys and girls! Here… we… GO!”