Scarlet Wars Episode 2 (Part 6: Westview’s New Annual Orgy)

Written in collaboration with Cross C

There were so many things that Wanda wanted to tell Mark.

Years had passed, and she wanted to share all the amazing things she’d seen since Sokovia.

The trust she’d let Stark earn. Natasha’s many ‘little lessons’ she loved to share. Visiting Clint’s farmhouse and his lovely children. Evenings of Steve’s stories as the great Captain America failed to eat the spicy food she cooked. Flying high with Sam. Missions with Bucky. And Vision… so many things she could tell him, just from her time in the Avengers alone. It was a time in her life she thought was perhaps the greatest any could live through…

But right now she was looking at his grinning face and wishing to be that young Sokovian girl once more. Heart fluttering at his pure manly majesty on display. The way he had two women in his lap, thrusting up from above as they kept his cock between their flat bellies, giggling in pure lustful glee as the sheer size of him dwarfed their leaky abdomens. Wanda knew she had to get him alone once more.

“Wow, Mark! You’re such a groovy cat!” purred one of the two girls, “You’re totally like a one man orgy machine~”

“Fuck yeah, girls!” The alpha roared, squeezing them closer to his meaty appedage, “I c-can really see why men spend their lives going crazy for this stupid meat pole between their legs!” He declared while spanking their soft behinds, “It’s like it has a mind of its own! A gosh darn engine that wants nothing but to shoot out what’s inside, inside you!”

Words seemed to only be confusing the poor floozies, “I think Mark’s been a little too into the brownies, hehe~” Explained one of the girls sitting on the blanket they were observing the fucking from.

“As long as he keeps this up, I don’t care if he starts talking Klingon!” Said the secretary-looking lady on his dick.

Her dick bound associate grinned ear to ear, “Right on!”

“Hey! Don’t bogart that pipe!” moaned a mousy looking minx that was trying to reach into the pile to get a handful of dong herself.

“Plenty to go around you brainless 1960s slags!” Mark roared in that strange dialect he seemingly picked up away from Sokovia, and not because he was possessed by his ‘wife’ right now. He grabbed one of the girls that was wrapping her body around him and started to wrap her crotch around his own, “I haven’t had this much fun in years! I’m gonna fuck as many slutty cunts as I want with this huge beast until its hunger finally dies down!”

Agatha may have gotten lost on her own master plan here.

Disrupting Westview’s bizarre yet idyllic sanctuary seemed like a good idea on paper, it was just all the intruders that kept getting in the way. This Mark idiot had, at first glance, performed a horribly annoying act of making Wanda a ‘pervert’ with his stupid powers. The point of taking it slow was to make sure that she wouldn’t run away. To siphon Hex magic from such a rich sauce needed time, breaking her will slowly before she fell in a grand witch like battle. But from new complications in the plot birth new amazing plans. Mark’s perversion hadn’t made Wanda run, and now it was a supremely fun foothold to ruin these episodes properly with only minimal pushing from this new ‘handsome’ cast member. Cucking the robot was just icing on the cake.

So when Agatha had taken over Mark’s body to ruin the hypnosis episode, she thought it would be an easy twenty minutes to fill. His mind was already shoved in some lockbox, and it wasn’t like he could jump between psyches or anything, so all she had to do was puppeteer this meaty puppet.

Complications had arisen when she realized how amazing the sensation of wielding Mark’s cock really was.

Agatha had gotten more than she bargained for.

At first, slipping into Mark’s body felt like slipping on a costume, just another method for her to meddle with Wanda’s perfect little sitcom world. She hadn’t thought much of it at the time—just a way to cause chaos and stir things up. But now? Now she was reveling in it. She had never expected this, the sheer power, the raw, primal energy that came with wielding Mark’s enormous cock. It was intoxicating.

She had been in control of powerful magic before—felt the surge of dark energy coursing through her veins, twisting reality to her whims—but this? This was something else. Something physical. Something undeniably carnal. Every thrust, every movement sent shivers of pleasure down her borrowed spine. The way Mark’s massive cock throbbed and swayed, thick and heavy between his legs, was unlike anything Agatha had ever experienced. It was a whole new kind of power, one that wasn’t conjured by incantations or mystical artifacts, but by the sheer size and **** of Mark’s cock.

The girls, one with long, straight blonde hair adorned with daisy chains, the other with a wild mane of curls that seemed to bounce with every movement, in his lap were nothing more than toys to her now. Agatha—no, Mark—growled as he pulled them closer, their flat stomachs pressing against the enormous shaft that was still somehow managing to grow harder. Their hands fumbled across the veiny length, eyes wide with awe and arousal. One of them, the curly brunette who was clearly stoned and carefree, whimpered in pleasure as she ground her dripping sex against him, feeling the weight of him between her thighs.

“Wow, man,” the daisy-chain girl giggled, her fingers barely able to wrap around him as she gave him a lazy stroke. “This is like... beyond cosmic. I’ve never seen anything like it, you groovy cat.”

"Groovy cat? You have no idea," Mark’s voice rumbled, though the words were all Agatha's. She gave the girls’ asses another hearty smack, making them squeal and grind harder against him. He could feel the wetness of their bodies, how their juices slicked his cock as they worked to please him. It was too easy—they were too easy. All it took was a few strokes, a bit of pressure here and there, and they were moaning messes, **** for more.

"I could do this forever," Agatha marveled, her grin widening as she felt Mark's cock pulse with every thought. "This... is truly a man's obsession, isn't it? This hunger, this need.”

"Far out, man..." she whispered, her voice soft and airy, like she was floating. "I mean... yeah, it's like... the ultimate trip, right? That... hunger... it's like... infinite. Never stops, never cools down... always burning, always wanting more. Like, the universe is just this big, throbbing... need, y'know?”

Agatha rolled her eyes at the vapid moron who’d been a busybody homemaker just this morning.

She had always understood manipulation, control, bending others to her will. But now, Agatha was experiencing a new kind of domination—one where the mere sight of Mark’s massive cock was enough to bring women to their knees. They wanted him, craved him, and Agatha was all too happy to give it to them. She had lost herself in it. In the weight of the meat between her—his—legs, in the heat and sweat of the writhing bodies around her.

One of the girls was riding the length of Mark’s cock like it was a goddamn amusement park ride. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" she panted, her tits bouncing wildly with every thrust. She was practically drooling as she tried to take more of him between her legs, her pussy barely managing to stretch around the tip.

But Agatha wanted more. She wanted to fuck all of them. Every last one of these ****, eager sluts in this pathetic little town. The hunger she felt through Mark's body was overwhelming. The engine between his legs demanded more, and Agatha was all too happy to oblige.

"Spread those legs, bitch," she commanded through Mark, pushing the onetime homemaker further down his length as the other girl ground her tits against his chest. He could feel the tightness of her walls squeezing around him, barely able to take him in, and it made his—her—head spin with pleasure.

Agatha gripped her hips, slamming her down hard onto Mark’s cock, feeling her scream in pleasure as she stretched even further. The sheer size of him was overwhelming her, but that only made it more delicious for Agatha. The way her eyes rolled back in her head, the way her nails dug into his shoulders as she tried to hold on—it was intoxicating. Agatha—no, Mark—could feel her pussy tightening, spasming around his length, and it drove him wild.

"Look at you," Agatha purred, her voice low and mocking, "barely able to take it. But you want it, don’t you? You want this cock more than anything.”

The girl nodded, barely able to form words as she moaned in response, her body convulsing with pleasure as she was impaled on Mark’s massive member. Agatha grinned, driving her down harder, relishing the way the girl’s body shook with every thrust.

Those addicting surges of lust were driving her to stretch this woman’s hole to its absolute limits. That feeling that her pussy was begging for more hard rigid fucking from this body, from the wet embrace of her folds pulling the cock deeper, to the entrance of her womb that seemed to suckle on his cockhead whenever they met. Even if the mind had little experience in thrusting such a tool around, the body had plenty of instinct to drive their mutual pleasure to peak heights.

Agatha just reveled in it all. That clawing need for release, the simple meat puppet partner, the blistering heat that wracked their sweaty bodies, it all became a cacophony of noise until the final spine curling climax.

“HuurrghnnAAHHHH! FUCKK!”

Her first ever male orgasm was almost enough to send the powerful witch back to her own body.

The sheer power of feeling the mass of liquid travelling up the massive meat stick was incredible. Just the size of the load alone was enough to make the already thick girth grow in size, much to this minx’s mewling delight. Relief after such boiling ball pressure, bubbling up from the depths of her soul to spew forth from the sensitive womb kissing python, it was all so mind meltingly erotic that the witch totally lost herself in the role. Her desire to seed every woman in this shitty town briefly superseding her need for the hex magic.

But all good things must eventually end, unburying himself from the whore with tired lumbering motions. Not helped by the maid clinging to his back and trying to claim her turn next. After a nice look at his cream filled handiwork Mark realized his first orgasm had taken it out of him and shrugged off the sluts with ease. “Wait right here, girlies! Daddy needs to rehydrate~”

Seeing her chance, Wanda darted around the tents, orgy go-ers, and misplaced bongs, all to get to the drinks table and well hung man she’d searched for for so long. “Mark!” Wanda exclaimed, finally reaching her destination with a relieved sigh, “After all these years, I’ve found you! Do you remember me? I-I’m Wanda!”

A beat passed in ‘Mark’’s mind as he slurped his cup of water. A computational equation of what Wanda was blabbing about taking just a brief moment before clicking into place, “...so that’s how you’re gonna play this…” Mumbled the grinning wiccan as he wiped his mouth. Before Wanda could click anything in her own psyche, he threw his arms up and wrapped them around her body, “Oh Wanda! It truly is you! All these years away from each other, yet my ugly mug finally broke through the fog of time! Come here!”

Wrapping her up in a big hug, Wanda squeaked in surprise, “M-Mark! You’re still nude!”

“Of course I am! A reuinitin’ like this in such a prestigious orgy requires proper etiquitte after all~”

There was something about his kiss that broke Wanda.

The superheroine had only ever had one lover. One, non-human, lover. Though she’d spent many nights yearning for the embrace of her childhood friend, he’d left her life so abruptly she could scarcely remember the time they spent together. Only the nights of yearning her heart had for the love he was torn away from providing for her, being so lonely she’d have taken literally anyone to fill the hole he’d left behind…

It wasn’t like she was dissatisfied with Vision, but… the warmth that Mark spread into her mouth with only one kiss was simply divine. Their tongues dancing together, lewdly spreading his saliva past her lips to mark every part of her as his own. His hands full of hunger, reaching places that she thought only her husband and children should ever touch…

And then it ended. Her Mark was torn away from her once more, but this time by a collection of her new slutty neighbors.

“Don’t cut in l~ine, new girl!” huffed one of them.

“We all want a go with this studly hypno-guy! You shoulda just blown him on stage if you wanted him that much!” Pouted the girl that looked like Natasha.

“Oop! Sorry, Wanda! Guess we have to do much more smut before the plot can continue!” Mark laughed. Falling back into the mass of pure flesh with glee, looking like only a bloody edit away from a zombie apocalypse television show.

This was the closest that the Avenger had ever gotten to breaking character on the show. Red magic flashing around her hands, despite the gray world they lived in, ready to throw these women to the ends of the Earth for her time with Mark to return.

Thankfully ‘Mark’ caught the sudden power increase, and managed to claw out of the pile just long enough to yell, “Daamn girl, you that down bad for me already?! We’ll be back together soon, trust me!”

Oh Mark, he always knew just what to say.

There were only about thirteen women surrounding Mark right now, which meant she just had to wait it out until he’d gotten through them all before she could finally have some fun in this episode.

Taking a seat on a random pillow, Wanda sat back to let Mark have his fun. Her heart fluttering with pride at his happiness in ramming into Ms. Hart. Having a baker sit on the busty Russian’s face while also acting like the year this was shot and sixty-nineing the two slutty girls. The fluffy dark haired baker licking up Mark’s cock whenever it wasn’t balls deep inside Ms. Hart’s well kept vagina.

“Ooh! I can see why he kept you!” Mark yelled to no one in particular, “A hole that’s already perfectly sized to his cock, nnf! Yeah, this is fucking MINE!”

Ms. Hart just groaned in pleasure into the other woman’s slit, being unable to respond even if her tongue wasn’t deep into the baker’s oven. Lapping her runny dough mix while slapping the ample cake that rested on her nose. The three’s tryst was a marvel to behold.

It was like he’d never changed at all. Such an amazing man, Wanda wondered if he would stay like this forever… or if he had plans with his wife. Growing old, starting a family, perfecting his hypnotism craft… all daydreams that Wanda struggled to put Agnes’ face next to, as she was always seemingly right there next to Mark… even his fictional sons looking so much like him in her dream, just as hung and rambunctious as their father…

Hippies never really had to worry about the horrors of global warming (other than unrestricted hotboxing), but right now the whole venue seemed to be gaining temperature by the second. Clothes were being discarded even more than they already had, but even that wasn’t enough for some.

It was like the entire episode was getting steamy. Some had to retreat to tents or lie defeated on the cool grass just to survive. Even the studio audience were feeling it, as their reactions had dulled to simple groans from beyond the fourth wall.

No one could tell it was because Wanda was getting far too horny as she watched Mark fuck.

Her pussy was on fire. Each thrust of his manly visage into yet another unstretched pussy was music to the witch’s ears. It was like he was carving out his legend right there in front of her. The tale of Mark’s town wide breeding would be whispered around campfires and water coolers for years to come. Women wishing they could be there, men wishing they could be him, but few getting to bear true witness to the pistoning girth of his massive member.

Tearing at her clothes, Wanda’s boiling womanhood soon burst into view. Though seconds later a newly materialized dildo was rammed inside. Scraping along her dripping, greyscale walls, causing her whole body to shudder in pleasure.

It didn’t take an expert to see who she modeled that fake cock after.

Mark’s real girth was preoccupied with a Russian hooker that easily took his whole girth. Those damn commies apparently developed their cunts to take huge meat sticks, as the familiar looking woman rammed her hips back like she’d done it a thousand times before.

Wanda had to just sit back on the bench with legs wide to simulate the way Mark would fuck her. Like a brazen hobo, her magical clothes tore themselves off her body to leave her naked on the public seat. Breasts heaving with every ragged breath that struggled to escape her boiling body. The dildo slamming back and forth to the exact same rhythm that the real Mark rammed into the Russian slut.

The frustrating fact that her husband had created such a life like synthetic Mark sized dildo for his legs. She wondered how Vision could have printed such a sizable dildo with a heartbeat and jizz function, but supposed that was just TV magic.

Her eyes were locked on her old flame’s truly magnificent feats. Tongue in one woman’s moaning mouth, fingers teasing another’s swollen clit, and cock forcing orgasm after orgasm on the foreigner’s well battered cunt.

Wanda tried to keep up his pace with the dildo, but it was a struggle to keep the magic up while womb was pushed so far up her body.

It wasn’t enough though. Even if it was his shape and size, Mark would never be replaceable by mere toys. How could it? He needed to be the one to breed her. To give her well hung sons to love and adore. Nothing made of plastic or vibranium synthetic material could ever hope to compare with warm flesh and blood.

Still, ‘Mark Williams Brand Women Pleasurers™’ were too good of a product to not capitilize on! With a snap of her fingers, Wanda’s magic sent a plastic copy of the stud’s giga-schlong to every household of a wife that got to receive Mark’s woman stretcher. The rest of the unloved wives would have to see them advertised on TV before they buy them at the local mom and pop’s shops. Where stocks last!

Every thrust of the wonderful product in Wanda’s squirming slit made her want the real thing even more. She climaxed while squeezing her legs together around the dildo, somehow making it go fully inside her body as her back arched around the back of the bench.

A nearby collection of hippies clapped as her massive dildo exited her pussy, thinking the magician’s trick to be spectacular.

She didn’t listen to their claps though, her heat had become too much. Wanda needed Mark, and soon.

There was no end to the sluts lining up to fuck him. A crowd that big needed to be thinned, by any means necessary. With a flick of her wrist, the women at the back of the queue began peeling off for various reasons. Some suddenly needed the toilet, others dejectedly returned to their husbands, but all made their way for Wanda to approach.

“I left the stove on!”

“I can’t have sex before marriage!”

“The latest episode of Rosanne is on now!”

“My pussy can’t handle that beast!”

“I’m leaving for no reason!”

Soon there was no queue left at all. The sign by the picnic blanket stated ‘now serving: No 1964’.

“Ah! Looks like I’m next~”

Stepping forwards, there were only a few women left in her way.

The Russian had already been cast aside. A slimy mess of sweat and cum, Wanda could only see her naked form lying down on her side. Silky smooth skin on a jiggly bodice looking rather tasty as she napped by the action.

Leaving just the blonde and the well hung help.

As Wanda had been clawing her way to the front of the line, Dottie had been screaming in pleasure at the double penetration action she was receiving from the two nobodies of her town. The big black Geraldine was spearing her cunt like she owned it. Ramming into her from below with a wide grin. Not able to keep her hands to herself as she fondled the town’s darling blonde.

But even with how full her pussy felt, it was nothing compared to the man ruining her asshole.

Mark was practically rearranging her innards. To compare that fierce cock of his to her husband would be comparing a plastic knife’s attempts at chopping a tree next to a very muscular chainsaw. The way he stretched out her ring made years of careful self pleasure completely moot, from now on she’d need the glorifying assistance of a ‘Mark William Brand Woman Pleaser™’ just to get by!

Never had her sexual experience ever reached this level of bliss. The upper class Dottie’s nipples had never been harder, her legs had never needed to stretch so wide, and the way the pair were humping in rhythm… making parts of her insides that had not once been touched before now dance with electric heat… it was literally knocking memories of her. Had the show had the budget, they’d show a cartoon of clouds toppling to the floor around her while a steam whistle represented her true feelings.

Dottie’s face had become a mess of twinged compression. Her jaw had long stopped deciding to close, between the pair passing her mouth back and forth it now just hung limply with her tongue against her lips, awaiting whichever well hung stud would grab her bleach blonde bimbo hair and drag her well fucked brain to another heat inducing kiss.

Thank god it was the 60s. Had it been any other time,-and if she had the mental faculties– Dottie may have been embarrassed when her tongue lewdly wrapped around the help or a commoner.

Though, then again, when you were getting anally reamed by someone with such a huge slab of underwear stretching meat, perhaps classism wouldn’t have mattered any decade.

As the blonde was once more grabbed by the man behind her for another eye rolling back smooch, the woman below could only look up and appreciate the view.

There was a huge grin on Geraldine’s face as she laid back on the picnic blanket. Something about Dottie getting so absolutely fucked–both physically and mentally–really made her cock throb in pleasure. She couldn’t put her finger on it, though she had to admit she was never a huge fan of Dottie anyway, but it almost felt deeper than that. A short haired blonde… eh. It didn’t matter. In the end, it was only her tight pussy that her cock truly desired.

And what a tight one it was! Clearly never been stretched by anything other than a magic chair, Dottie had so many moist bumps inside her cunt that it felt like she was fucking a delicious apple pie! Geraldine had fucked many a white woman’s pussy (even if she struggled to remember any of them right this second), yet this was perhaps the tightest she’d ever had the pleasure of [penile parusing.

Though the real marvel to her was that of the man behind the heavy thrusting both women were enjoying.

It was as if Mark’s hips were designed for rhythmic piston-like fucking. She reckoned even if he was possessed by a witch from another universe, this man’s body’s instinctual love of sex would guide it to be the best fucked in any scenario. His hold on Dottie’s movements were overpowering at worst and practically totalitarian at best. Each thrust into her starfish made her legs stretch that little bit further, and each bit of further stretching made Dottie’s pussy both clamp harder and munch deeper on black cock. Geraldine could only hope to thrust back up and assist, yet she was getting drawn into Mark’s movement as much as Dottie clearly was. Somehow, even though she was a futa with a dick in a pussy, Mark was managing to fuck her too with his manipulation of his Dottie Doll.

This was exemplified when he pushed their faces together and began thrusting harder than ever from above.

“Mm! MMmmMMm~!” Geraldine and Dottie moaned into each other’s mouths. The feel of Mark hunched over Dottie’s flattened body and drilling harder than the Hulk on National Fracking Day was too much for words even if their tongues weren’t locked together.

Mark’s hips were a blur as he pistoned into the blonde. Fucking his sandwich with itching need to fill a bitch up with so much jism that she could spit cum into Geraldine’s mouth. The sex that the two were having was entirely in Mark’s control, both were just along for the ride of their greyscale lives. Moaning and groaning as their peaks edged ever closer to the finishing line. Only slapping of nuts and grinding of hips remained until the man above roared louder than any fat lady could sing.

“RRAHHHHH!!! TAKE IT ALL! BITTTCCHHHH!!!!”

With one final push to bury his belly into Dottie’s ample rear, Mark unloaded–what could only be described as–a yellow submarine worth of jism into the blonde’s innards. She jerked and writhed at her bodaciously boiling bowels. This far out groovy dude had used his slug bug to gas this flower child’s fly bum into next Tuesday. Dottie totally dug the bad ass-orgasm rippling through her body right now.

And she wasn’t the only one. The grip of her climaxing cunt had given Geraldine the full spectrum of pleasure needed to blast a brew of endorphins and other pleasurable photons right into the brainstem of the black beauty. Black meat expanded the size of Dottie’s walls just a little more as her first ever futa orgasm ripped through the marvelous Monica’s mind.

It was certainly a sight to see. The three of them locked in this wonderful 60s high together. Dottie and Geraldine’s boobs still pressing firmly together despite the rampant sweat between their bodies making the whole experience very slippy for the pair of them.

Wanda finally caught up to them as the afterglow began wearing off for all. Dottie and Geraldine finally peeling off each other to lie side by side on the blanket. A well drained cock between two thoroughly fucked pussies. Their Russian friend having completely drifted off to sleep at this point, with Dottie looking like she was not too far behind.

“My word, Dottie! I think after going through all that, you’d want a good long sleep,” Wanda insisted, seeing the light of the blonde’s already tired eyes fade away.

Which meant Wanda and Mark were finally all al-

“Mph!” Mark gasped as Geraldine gave him a full kiss on the lips. Forcing her tongue into his mouth right in front of the main character of the show, who was steaming in rage after her initial shock.

“Come on! It’s still my turn, innit?” The black woman grinned while stroking his chest, “I’m sure you can treat a nice girl like me right. Do you wanna be in my asshole or… want me to be in yours?” She seductively whispered into the man’s ear, feeling so much more confident than she ever had before.

Cool confidence that completely cleared all collective causation to cause crazy crossness in close-by cuckoo cunts.

“Geraldine?” Wanda’s voice thick as venom as she placed a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Why don’t you… take a walk outside.”

“B-but we already are-”

With a single flick, Geraldine vanished from sight completely.

Not a trace of her remained, not even a cartoony dust cloud in the shape of her body from how fast she vanished, just a huffing Wanda who seemed pleased with her decision.

After all, it was her turn with Mark now.

With a snap of her fingers, the Scarlet Witch’s final clothes slowly slipped away from her curves. Eventually standing on the picnic tent in only the black magic hat that her husband had bought for her, a hat she removed slowly and with purpose before dropping it to the ground behind her.

“Well darlin, you have me right where you want me.” He smirked, shifting his body so he lay partially on his side with cock flopped across–and off–his thigh. “What you gonna do to me?” The bold pecs of a man, a human man, in all his nude glory… but then, it was so much more than that.

This was someone she’d seen grow into a man. Wanda was so damn proud and relieved to just see him alive. That cocky grin, those pale grey eyes, the piercing stench of a real man… it was just like she’d dreamed a reunion would be. As if he walked right out of her memories and into her life again.

She couldn’t stop herself from just sitting down close to him.

“Mark…” Wanda moaned from just his slightest touch. Her womanly instincts pushing into overdrive from his hand pushing back the hair from her face, “I missed you so much.”

“And I you, Wanda. ” His smirk softened in a remarkable display of acting, “Sokovia feels like a thousand years ago. Ultreo really did a number on our home… though, I guess since you’re with his son that you ended up better than most of us.”

She swallowed back a little lump of guilt, “Vis… let’s not talk about him.” Her hand grabbed his shoulder and pushed him onto his back, moving the cum splattered pseudo-corpses away so it was only them. “As much as I want to tell you about my life, I don’t want to waste a single ‘nother second of this orgy.”

Her inner eighteen year old partied hard when she felt the long girth press against her crotch. It wasn’t even hard yet, still dripping in the shared juices of so many women, but it was one thing that Vision had never really been: boiling. Her husband could simulate warmth, but it was always the perfect temperature. Not a reasonable complaint to many, but it felt like living life without any spice, sometimes you wanted the thrill of Mark’s true, unadulterated, erotic, heat.

“Haaa…” Wanda exhaled long and hard, rubbing herself along the shaft as her belly quivered in need. The endless hum of her unsatisfied coochie drove the adultery machine with no stopping at shame junction or regret avenue. This vehicle was driving straight off the cliff of sanity with no breaks in sight. “Mark… d-did they make you like this or were you always hung like an Italian show horse?”

Though she was lightly poking about their shared time in a Hydra compound, he seemed to shrug it off, “Maybe it’s normal from where I come from…” The summation was strange, as if he wasn’t talking about Sokovia, but Wanda did remember Pietro having a fairly sizeable penis so perhaps he was right.

“Another reason to never forget and be proud of where we came from…” Her voice quietly nodded to itself before she threw the rest of the script to the side and snapped her fingers.

Red magic swirled around their shared crotches until Mark’s full erection rocketed upwards. The diamond dick pushed against her budded clit, overtook her flat belly’s button, until it began poking at the thick girl’s soft tits. Not even the perfect plastic copy could do it justice. Both neighbors gasping as they felt their arousal grow deeper and deeper with each boiling second they rubbed their skin together. Fuck me, Mark. Fuck me like it was our prom night.”

“Anything that drives you crazy, Scarlet Witch!”

Wanda was too busy being excited to care about the strange pet name he’d given her. Her pussy lips were already stretching to fit around his girth, spitting precious lube out down the bulbous shaft to try and make any inch of him easier to eat. The thick globules of precum were already making their home inside her bumpy walls. Making her insides stickier and hotter by the second.

The first inch was completed.

How had so many women fucked Mark already? It felt like she’d need a whole day just to get him inside her narrow cunt, let alone fuck him! Sweat was gushing from her body’s pores, making everything slippy to the touch. Beads of her rose scented fluid ran down Wanda’s smooth skin, it was impossible to hide anything when she was so on display, especially to all the cameras on her right now.

The fifth inch had docked.

Wanda’s eyes were rolling back in her head. Drool leaked from gritted teeth. Heartbeat going crazy with lust and love. It was all so much, she really could feel every twitch from Mark’s thick prick like it was a part of her own body. The fact he was enjoying it, enjoying her, made every inch worth it. Even if she never felt Vision again due to some unforeseen murderous purple alien with a gem fetish, she’d be content as long as Mark–the last living connection she had to her past and her homeland–never left her life.

Maybe… maybe she should just give it all up here. Perhaps Wandavision was a limited series, just a one season failed romcom that ended with her moving on with her life. It wasn’t like any of it… was…

“Oohh!” Mark purred as his cock bottomed out inside of Wanda, his bulbous balls resting nicely on her shapely peach, “So spacious yet so tight! Like I can stretch my whole pecker out at full power!”

She could only smile at his happiness, leaning down to rest her head against his chest and hear his heart beating. Feeling such contentment in this heartwarming content… nothing could-

“It’s almost as good as my wife’s pussy!”

…

Oh.

Right.

Agnes.

The tale was not as cut and dry as Wanda would have wanted. An end had not been reached, no happily ever afters, a tragedy of emotions had befallen Wanda’s soul.

She was too late. Mark had his own southern drawl of a woman, and Wanda loved Vision.

“W-well… I suppose I should take that as high praise!” The witch smiled through her very irritated emotions. The studio audience laughing at her clear frustration, even while being balls deep in heaven. “Maybe we should double date? I’d love to see how compatible you two are in person.”

“Of course.” He grinned back at her, “My wife would love to be closer to you, Wanda.”

A simple nod in response, feeling like if she said anything she’d somehow lose everything. The moment of quiet dragging on in her poor emotionally rattled mind until his arms wrapped around her body tightly and brought her down to lay next to him on the blanket.

She’d been spun around far enough that the both of them were lying next to but not facing each other. His cock still hadn’t left her pussy, in fact he was gripping her pudgy thigh so he could stay locked deep inside the witch’s cauldron.

Wanda didn’t mind the position at all. Her well kept back was being pressed against his manly muscle, thick fingers cupped her left breast and right thigh, and with only a little bit of bending of her neck she could feel his breath against her lips. Though obviously the main thing she felt was still the sense of fulfillment and fullness his cock was providing by just resting in her velvet walls.

Plus, the new angle his cock entered from was hitting parts of her pussy that no one had ever touched before.

It devolved eagerly from there. Tongues began to dance against each other in the dimming gray sunlight as Mark’s cock finally started the drilling of Wanda’s maxy muff. Each thrust struck so deep that just the lazy movements he was starting with was the best she’d ever felt. Sparking flames of passion from her cervix to mischievously start their own fires around her body.

She was locked in his powerful embrace like a cat adopted by a gorilla. Her own arms either keeping her upright or trying to touch any part of his body it could, flailing back and forth between the hand that gripped her thigh or the head that bit her lip. Moans were falling out of her, sometimes into his mouth but mostly sprinkling the grass and overhead boom mike.

So much of what Mark was doing to her she loved. His wonderful face was so close to her own, licking her lips or ear with a sense of ownership she’d never experienced before.

Vision was so considerate, but never was he powerful. Raw. A hot blooded stud to rival her own lonesome perverted heart.

More and more the piston increased speed, yet never did the foreplay seem to make way for a focus on her cunt. Wanda’s areolas were puffy and wide and Mark used that to stretch out her nipple with such electric results to her body. His other digits seemed to be playing her thigh like it was a saxophone, drawing out the heat and pushing it towards her well fucked pussy lips. And each time she yelped in surprise at another burning sensation against her body, he’d take the moment to suck her outstretched tongue or nibble on her neck and drag out her pleasure a little more than before.

He was incredible. Mark wasn’t just a big dick from her homeland, he was perhaps the greatest lover in all of Westview, maybe all of America! No wonder that small dicked Stark sold weapons against Sokovia, their strong genes probably intimidated the whole world.

Soon the position was not enough hip motion for Mark, and he pushed Wanda onto her front to really get his freak on.

Part of her wanted to face him, to fuck him missionary and look into his dreamy eyes, but she feared that kind of thing was saved for his wife.

Not that she had time to complain. Wanda’s legs spread wide as her lover filled up her walls even more than the Hulk could hide a zucchini inside Nat. With her belly on the floor she could really feel how much her mons protruded from his size. The hardness of his meat **** her onahole of a pussy against the scratchy picnic blanket surface, stimulating her body and especially her clit with each mind numbing thrust.

The powerful Avenger was just a grinning idiot to this man. She could feel the camera getting a look at her well fucked face and she didn’t care. If that was the thumbnail for the series she’d get it framed. Mark deserved a starring credit role and maybe three oscars for his sexual performance alone.

Behind her, Mark’s bare lanky body gleamed with sweat as his monstrous, glistening shaft—plunging in and out of Wanda like a relentless, girthy mining auger. Each thrust sent ripples through her jiggly backside, the twin globes of her ass gyrating wildly in time with his rhythm, their obscene motion mesmerizing in its own right.

Wanda’s body reacted as though enchanted, her lush curves quivering with every motion. Her wide, childbearing hips rocked back instinctively to meet Mark’s every plunge, her lace garters gripping her trembling thighs like a visual accent to her femininity. The soft folds of her pussy glistened in the dim light, the wet sounds of their union harmonizing with her breathless cries and the faint laughter and moans of the orgy around them.

Yet her body, lush and inviting, wasn’t the only thing spilling over. Her chaotic magic, leaking from her body in tremors of pleasure, rippled outward, bending the edges of her conjured reality.

A ripple of red energy flowed from her body into his, wrapping around him like liquid fire.

Agatha Harkness, buried deep within the skin of Mark’s lanky, sweat-slick body, was barely holding onto herself. The sensation, the power, the raw dominance of being housed in this towering frame with its impossible, throbbing cock—it was intoxicating, more overwhelming than any spell she’d ever conjured. Every thrust, every flex of this new, masculine form as it plowed into Wanda’s trembling, chaotic magic-soaked body, sent jolts of electric pleasure surging through her mind. She should have been calculating, focused, but she wasn’t. She was drowning in the primal ecstasy of the act, the power, and the sheer pleasure of wielding this monstrous meatbat.

Her cock, impossibly thick and veined, plunged relentlessly into Wanda’s soaked, glistening folds, the sheer girth of her witch dick making her cry out in moans that carried into the haze of the background orgy. Every thrust sent ripples through Wanda’s soft, jiggly ass, her lace garters framing her trembling thighs as they flexed and shook from the **** of his pounding. Agatha, grinning wickedly inside her host, marveled at the sight of Wanda’s lush curves rocking back to meet every thrust, her magic bursting out in wild, untamed waves.

It wasn’t just Wanda’s body reacting. The chaotic magic leaking from her spread outward like a tide, wrapping itself around Mark’s body. Agatha felt it crawl into the core of her host, wrapping around his muscles, his bones, and the throbbing beast she controlled between his legs. She barely noticed at first as his lanky frame began to shift, swelling with a power that mirrored her own rising lust.

So nice of the silly slut to just give up that sweet sweet magic just because mama Agatha was beating her weak little pussy into submission with her big fat cock.

Mark’s shoulders widened, his collarbone expanding as muscle piled onto his thin frame. Agatha gasped in pleasure as his narrow chest swelled outward, broad slabs of pecs rising beneath the skin. His stomach tightened, abs cutting themselves into defined ridges like stones popping from water. The hand gripping Wanda’s hip grew thicker, veins pulsing along the forearm as his fingers dug deeper into her soft flesh, holding her steady for the relentless pistoning of his cock.

Agatha could feel it happening, but she couldn’t stop herself from leaning into it. She didn’t want to. "Oh, Wanda," she groaned, though the voice that emerged was Mark’s deep, guttural tone. "Do you feel it? Do you feel what your magic is doing to me?"

Wanda, gasping, could only moan in reply, her face pressed against the rug, her red hair a mess of damp curls clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her back arched deeper, her ass pressing harder into the ever-growing cock driving into her. "Yes, Mark!" she cried, her words broken and ****. "You’re… changing back… because of me!"

The rug beneath them shifted as Agatha’s grip on Mark’s body grew more intense. His thighs thickened, muscles flaring and flexing as his hips drove harder into Wanda’s trembling form. His once narrow waist became a pillar of strength, his torso tightening into a powerful V that made every thrust deeper, every movement stronger. Even his ass, twin globes of raw muscle, flexed and pumped with every motion, the **** rippling through the very ground beneath them.

Agatha grinned wickedly, still riding the line between herself and the overwhelming sensations of Mark’s powerful form. She thrust harder, relishing how Wanda’s magic flowed around her like molten fire, reshaping not only Mark’s body but her perception of power itself. Her breasts, her cunt, the very thought of what power felt like—all of it was meaningless compared to the sheer rawness of possessing a cock that could command every ounce of attention, every ounce of submission.

Mark’s new form reminded Agatha briefly of the visions from his world she’d plucked from his brain. Where the spandex clad annoyances were far more abundant, and whose bodies resembled steroid infused adonis’ for the men and hourglass models for the women. Perhaps that’s why Mark’s body was adapting to the new muscle so well, his original universe coding meant that his perfect form was that of an overtly drawn comic book character. Not that it mattered much to Agatha as she used the new power to fuck her enemy.

Wanda screamed again, her magic flaring wildly and twisting the world around them. The grass grew higher, flowers blooming and bursting into unnatural colors as reality bent to her pleasure. Around them, the orgy slowed slightly, participants glancing toward the center where the primal **** of Wanda and Mark—no, Wanda and Agatha—radiated like a star about to collapse in on itself.

Agatha's hand gripped harder than the reality tearing her apart, pulling Wanda back against her, her voice a low growl. "You were always the chaos," she said, the words Mark’s but the intent purely her own. "And now you’ll know what it feels like to be utterly consumed by it."

She thrust harder, deeper, the monstrous girth of Mark’s cock stretching Wanda impossibly wide. Wanda’s screams turned into incoherent cries, her voice high and trembling as her body convulsed with pleasure. Her ass, rippling with every brutal collision, seemed to mold itself around Mark’s meatbat as though her body could do nothing else but take it.

For Agatha, it was more than she’d ever imagined. Every inch of control, every spasm of pleasure radiating from Wanda’s quivering, magic-drenched body, every moment of pure dominance—it was everything. And as Wanda’s magic rippled out again, reshaping the edges of Westview into something even more surreal, Agatha only grinned wider.

She wasn’t just losing herself in the pleasure of Mark’s monstrous body. She was reveling in the fact that, for once, all of this—Wanda, the magic, the chaos, the writhing bodies of an entire town—was hers to command.

Plaps and slaps became wild and erratic. The curly haired housewife feeling like a million bucks as her neighbor fucked her harder than the economy did her husband.

Micro orgasms had started to pile up higher and higher, twinges of pure melty pleasure that surged in her slit and sang out her mouth. Her spine was curling, toes were clenching, and womb descending to try and slurp up as much perfect precum as it could.

Balls that should not be as humanly capable as they should be were still slapping against her rear, but now she could feel their size and temperature increasing. Mark was getting closer, and his shallower fucks were attesting to his fast approaching orgasm.

“Wanda!”

“Do it! C-cum inside!! UHN!~! Make m-me a strong Sokovian child to love!! MAAARKKKKK!!!!”

With one final long strike, Mark literally fucked the color back into her world.

It spread from Wanda’s womb like a holy tidal wave. Black, gray, and white all began peeling back to reveal the greens, scarlets, and sour yellow whites behind the screen. Those that were still sharing in the orgy got a lovely upgrade to their ocular pornography as the new filter became their reality.

The studio audience gave a hearty ‘oooOOooo’ as they watched the show they loved raise its budget in real time.

Perhaps it was ironic that a flood of white brought the hues, but then to Wanda it made perfect sense. It was just a rich metaphor for Mark bringing not only his presence back into the world, but perhaps helping her achieve her life’s greatest goal… children.

So much semen had been shot out of Mark’s proverbial cannon. It felt like the blood to jizz ratio inside Wanda’s body could be about even. Sticky white ball cream was bubbling out of their connected position. Neither could or wanted to move, just lazily making out while the ruined red/white blanket grew stankier by the second.

Wanda didn’t care though. In this moment, everything was perfect.

Even if Mark did love Agnes, Wanda could still love and appreciate him as a loving neighbor for years to come. Maybe, with time, she could even convince the lovely Agnes to accept her as a friend that fucks her husband every so often? After all, she’d jumped on Vision given the chance… Or maybe she’d find some adult children of Mark’s that want a new mommy to shower them with love…

The delirious Avenger felt so wistfully blissful on the sweaty cum riddled green grass that it took her a second to register the pair of shoes standing in front of her face. Then another few seconds to see who it was that was looking down at her well fucked form.

“V-Vision?”

“Um, hello there, dear.”

To say the automaton had found her overflowing would be an understatement. Wanda’s twat resembled the greatest of ice cream dispensers with how much thick white liquid was flowing out of her onto the ground. And this was while Mark was still balls deep inside her.

“I-Isn’t this great? Our new neighbors’ orgy is rather grand, is it not? Did you have fun with Agnes?”

“I… um, sh-she was just helping extract this piece of gum from my internals…” Vision admitted, holding up the culprit to this hilarious episode’s plot. “It was the reason my mental faculties were so compromised…”

“Oh.”

Wanda couldn’t help but feel just a tiny itty bitty smidgen of immense guilt. So the noises her husband and neighbor were making backstage were… all for his health, not his reproductive health. That made more sense for his character writing at least, but now she’d slept with Mark specifically under the assumption that Vision was in the wrong first. Perhaps this was the real comedic twist of the episode? The audience were laughing at her pain at least.

“Well… feel free to enjoy yourself while the orgy lasts!” She tried to play it off.

As if by magic, the orgy ended instantly. All the town started walking away towards their homes. Not adjusting their nudity in the slightest, just taking off from the messy park to relax with their chosen partners. The comedic timing on these cosmic jokes were starting to make Wanda look really bad.

Though a couple of lingering patrons did try to approach him to offer their sexual services, Vision in his faux magician garb just raised his hands politely, “No… I’m quite alright, thank you. Um, Wanda, are you… also finished?”

She looked at him, then back at Agnes who was peeling off the sleeping Mark from her backside to start walking him away from the witch. Mark’s body still newly muscled, yet his head lolling about as his wife practically dragged him away. Leaving her alone with her husband and a gallon of adulterous sperm leaking from her pussy lips.

“Yeah, I think that’s it for now. Let’s go home, my mechanical husband.”