Something strange, that almost feels real.

Taylor walked through the meadow. The plants and bushes showing off their red and blue leaves, along with other vibrant colours. The wind ripped through the clearing, rustling his hair. He wasn’t sure what or how he was here, but his body continued onwards.

Not all the landscape was pretty, in the distance was a mountain that looked partially destroyed. One side completely carved out, nestled against the side was a golden castle or what looked to be more accurate, a palace. It was burning, with its numerous pillars and towers crumbling.

“Things are proceeding as I expected.” Taylor heard himself say. Surprise rushed through him, this was definitely his body and voice, but he hadn’t intended to say anything like that. There was a eiriness to the landscape, where the edges of his vision were blurred and time seemed to be slowed down.

“My god, you have finally come to my home.” said a sultry voice from behind him.

Taylor turned to face the edge of the meadow, even as shock continued to flow through him. Terror spread through him as his body walked towards the figure emerging out of the trees. The woman walked with assuredness, and a sway in her hips. A cruel smirk on her face turned to one of longing, and her blue eyes were locked with his. The flicker of the raging fires contrasted nicely with her pale skin.

It was Hela.

Taylor wanted to flee, to get as far away from Hela as he possibly could. If he was more powerful then he could likely face her. But not without all the Avengers backing him up. Here, on his own he could do nothing to stop her.

“Ah..you were more effective then I originally thought.” Taylor said, though again his mouth moved against his will. He stepped up to Hela and cupped her chin. Much to Taylor’s surprise he kissed Hela on the lips, a short makeout session later they were both left breathless.

Taylor gazed down at Hela, though she was only a little shorter then him. Her body was everything he could dream of. Shapely hips, a lithe body and large breasts in cased in a green and black battle attire.

Similar to what she wore in the movie, Taylor thought. Hela was a close match to Cate Blanchett’s character portrayal of Hela, only all her features were enhanced to make her more beautiful.

“Once you made me realise what my true calling, all I could do was act as you desired.” Hela smiled, falling to one knee as she raised her hand. The Tesseract morphed into her palm, the large cube just barely fitting in her small hand. “Here, I give to you the Space stone.”

“Brilliant, you are perhaps the most powerful of my Pets and now the most useful.” Taylor said, taking the Tesseract from her. He squeezed the cube and it smashed into pieces, the shell falling down onto the ground, revealing the Space stone. Blue and white light shone from the stone, casting a shadow down onto Hela’s face. “Excellent. This now means the Mad Titan has one less stone to complete his plans with.”

“Good, when we meet I will show him the error of his ways. To go against your plans is to demand death by my hands.” Hela said, standing and cocking her hips to the side.”

“Death, huh. Thanos actually has a fascination with death, at least in one reality.” Taylor said, placing the stone in his pocket.

“I also have another present for you, one that I am sure you will find exciting.” Hela said, turning to face the trees.

Taylor wasn’t sure what they were talking about. It was obvious that he had gained control over Hela, which was good. But he was also actively working against Thanos, that wasn’t something he had expected. His gaze locked onto the figure being dragged through the forest, struggling against the two Immortal Guards on either side.

“Valkyrie. You do aim to please me, Hela.” Taylor said, smiling at Hela before he started to walk toward Valkyrie. “Valkyrie, you do not know who I am but I am glad that you are here.”

“Fuck you!” Valkyrie said, trying to throw off the guards but they still held firmly onto her arms. “Whoever you are, Hela will turn on you!”

“No, I doubt she will.” Taylor said, cupping Valkyrie's chin. Taylor really liked the way Valkyrie looked, he couldn’t wait to fuck her. He was sure that was what he was about to do, just because of the mere fact that she was beautiful. “Now my pet, listen to my words carefully for -”

The scene around Taylor disappeared. First around the edges of his vision darkness creeped in, before sweeping across everything he could see. The darkness was quickly replaced with light.

The light was pouring through a bedroom window, the warmth from the sun felt nice on his skin. But not as nice as something else Taylor was feeling.

Taylor’s face was pressed against a pillow. Dark blonde hair threatened to go inside his nostrils or his open mouth. He was gasping for breath, and there was someone else moaning.

No, screaming. Taylor thought, just as pleasure washed through him. He was fucking someone, pounding her into the bed missionary style. The woman’s legs were over his shoulder, while her hands grasped his buttocks as he madly thrust away.

That was where the pleasure was coming from. The woman’s pussy clamped down on his cock each time he thrust inside, trying to eek out as much pleasure as it could.

Taylor ground his teeth, enjoying the sensations flowing through him. This was much more enjoyable then the previous dream. He would be extremely happy if all his dreams were like this.

“Ah….god Master! Keep fucking me!” said the woman beneath him, gasping for air every few seconds.

“Fuck Carol, if I never you were this good I would have told Fury to call you back sooner!” Taylor said, kissing her neck.

Taylor was surprised at the words his body spoke. For one it meant he had somehow gained control of Fury, but also the fact that Captain Marvel was back to Earth much quicker then she would be in the movies. Still, as the pleasure continued to build within him, he couldn’t complain.

Taylor pulled back, he had a brief look of Carol Denver gasping for breath. Her mouth formed a big ‘O’, before he leaned down and kissed her. Their tongues danced around each other, at the same time he continued to pound Carol relentlessly.

Carol continued to moan into his mouth, as the seconds passed her moans took a more primal tone. Her inner walls twitched around his cock, and each time he bottomed out inside her elicited another squeak from her.

The pressure continued to grow and Taylor couldn’t hold back anymore. He thrust once more inside her and cummed. At the same time her inner walls clamped down on his cock as they orgasmed together. His cummed spewed out into her womb, coating her insides in his liquid.

Taylor felt on top of the world, this was how life should be. Even if this was a dream, he wanted this to happen. He wanted to be in this position sometime in the future.

Taylor pulled away and gazed down at his handiwork.

Carol lay beneath him, with a ‘just fucked’ look on her face. Her cheeks were beat red, sliva trailed down her chin and her gaze was hazy.

“Fuck Carol, we need to do this more.” Taylor leaned down and laid a peck on her lips.

“Master, I want to do this all the time!” Carol said, her eyes regaining some of their focus.

“Good, I can’t wait to fuck you with some other hot alien babes.” Taylor said, his mind immediately going through the characters that appeared in the movies. There was the hot golden alien queen, the Collectors attendants and even the woman from Carol’s old team he wanted to fuck.

“Am...I not enough?” Carol asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No lone woman is ever enough for me, least of all you.” Taylor heard himself say, and he agreed with the words. He may not have been thinking along those thoughts in the X-men mansion, but he knew he wanted a large harem. Multiple women of different personalities, looks and goals to be his Pet.

The darkness creeped into his vision again. This time Taylor was ready for the change, his dreamscape turned from the comfy bed to a bathroom. It was small, like the one he had when he went to university back home. There was only a toilet and a small shower cubicle, next to which was a mirror and sink.

“Fuck, time to sleep.” Taylor’s words came out more raspy, as if he had been shouting a lot earlier.

Taylor walked out of the bathroom and into a bedroom, on the other side of the room lay a woman in the double bed. He could just make out her figure through the darkness. There was a curtain over the window, but there was still some light coming through and noise from outside. He didn’t know where he was, but even this late at night there still seemed to be a lot going on outside.

Taylor was about to walk to the bed before he jumped to the side and held his hands up defensively in front of him. His muscles tensed and his jaw tightened as he looked at the woman sitting on the chair by the bedside.

“Who are you?” Taylor was worried, the woman was hard to make out in the darkness. She might have had red hair, and a lithe figure. But the main thing that drew his attention was the gun held lazily against her thigh, even in the darkness he could make out it’s metallic nature.

“You are someone that is playing a dangerous game,” the woman said.

“Who the fuck are you?” Taylor said, he could feel himself putting power into his words.

“Black Widow, and I know all about you Taylor.” Black Widow said, turning on the small lamp on the bedside table and revealing her features.

Taylor blinked, feeling tension rise within. He didn’t know what he had done to get Black Widow’s attention. Being in the crosshairs of an elite assassin wasn’t his number one wish, thankfully this was a dream and he could oggle Black Widows body. Her large breasts were held at a bay by a leather jacket, but enough of the zipper was undone that he could just see the valley in between her breasts. She looked beautiful and downright sexy along with her leather pants and black boots.

“Huh...I didn’t expect to see you so soon, Natasha.” Taylor heard himself say, moving to the chair beside the bed. It was Rogue, sleeping soundlessly in the bed. “What did you do to Rogue?”

“Hmmm, just made sure she would be fast asleep while we talked. Didn’t want her to interrupt us.” Natasha said, raising an eyebrow. “The real question is, how do you know who I am?”

“Let’s just say I have been blessed or cursed with knowledge. Depending on how you see the situation.” Taylor realised that was similar to the line Thanos had used in Infinity War. “I hope you don’t hurt me or take me away to one of your Shield holding cells. That wouldn’t be nice.”

It didn’t take a genius to know that Taylor had just used his power. Natasha blinked, breathing in deeply.

“That depends on what your intentions are. I could make your life a living hell.” Natasha said, crossing one leg over the other.

“But you won’t, will you.” Taylor said.

“And why do you say that?” Natasha asked.

“Let me tell you of how this world works, my world.” Taylor said, smiling as he leaned forward in his seat. “There are many powers in this world. From gods like Thor and Loki, to one that brought you up like the Red Room. But none are more important then me, for I am your world.”

Natasha’s eyes widened and she moved forward as his words washed over her. Taylor continued to speak, but he could no longer hear the words. All he saw was Natasha bow down to him with a smile on her face.

Taylor’s vision darkened more, just as Natasha sauntered up to him. As she leaned down his vision went fully black and his mind was lost to the darkness of sleep.