Spicy!

Tossed unceremoniously on what remained of her bed, which was really nothing more than the mattress and blankets on a pile of splintered wood on the ground. Pyro winced when he landed on top of it, then found himself pinned when Mystique joined him, by straddling his body overtop of him, shedding the illusion of clothing and grabbing hold of his shoulders. Looking up, he barely had time to take a breath before he found himself smothered by her bare breasts, her heavy orbs pressing down and burying his face deep into her cleavage. **** for air, he grabbed hold of what he could to try and lift her off him, only to find the woman’s strength to be almost inhuman. What was worse was from the sounds of her soft moans, she ENJOYED his struggling!

“Mmm, that’s right, tell me how badly you want it.” She purred, finally sitting up and smiling darkly when he gasped and coughed for air, only to be smothered again in the depths of her tit flesh, laughing to herself as he struggled and groped at her breasts to get free, arousing her further. When she sat up again, she found Pyro coughing and red in the face. “Need air… Need…”

“Quit your whining and strip for me!” Grapping handfuls of his costume, Mystique ripped it wide open and pried it off his body, causing the man to yelp in surprise and leave him in only his boots after she tossed his ruined costume across the room. Straddling the man between her powerful thighs, Raven reached down to find his erection, smirking that his air denial, panic and looking up at her bountiful curves had given him a raging hard on. Sinking down on his length, she ignored his cries of shock over her guttural moans. Grinding and humping into him to have his length drive deeper within her folds. Moaning loud with every grind of her broad hips, Raven’s eyes were closed as she rode out the man, raking her fingers down the wall behind her bedframe and carving grooves with her sharp fingernails.

“Yes… YES! More, put your back into it Pyro! Fuck me!”

Getting strangled moans from the man in her clutches, she ignored him completely, even when her breasts would occasionally strike his face or when her ears would pick up the crick-crack of his bones straining under her rough ministrations. But she didn’t care, why should she? She was horny, and Pyro was the only one standing that wasn’t 1800 pounds or in leg crutches to reach that itch she wanted scratched. “Can’t… Can’t feel my legs…”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’m almost there… Almost… AlllmmmaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAUGGH!!!!!” Her vision going blurry, Mystique practically roared when her orgasm crashed through her, making every muscle in her body spasm, oblivious to the crunch of bones between her clenched thighs while she reared back and moaned, panting from over exertion and slumping back forward to lay on top of the bruised and broken man, no longer having the strength to complain when his face was buried in her cleavage again.

“Mmmm… That’s what I’m talking about…” Mystique purred, slowly lifting herself to look down at the man to weak to get up, his eyes half closed and his lips giving off a quiet moan, whether it was pain or fatigue, she didn’t care.

“I… I think I need to go to a hospital…”

Looking down at the man over the slopes of her breasts, Mystique felt her stomach growl, she hadn’t eaten all day, and after rampaging through the city and finally getting her rocks off, she had built up an appetite. Licking her lips, she leaned down and hoisted the man up to sit, pinning him against the wall and smiling in a way that made the man wary.

“Come here Pyro… Let me lick you over…”

“Wha…?” Looking up, the man didn’t understand what he was looking at when all he could see were teeth, before realising Mystique had stretched her mouth impossibly wide and shoved him headfirst into her maw. His screams muffled in her mouth, Mystique’s eyes fluttered from the taste of his skin, her tongue lathering his face before she began to swallow and pull more of him down her gullet. Her neck bulged as his shoulders passed her lips, stretched wide to take him in deeper. Grabbing hold of his arms she ignored his flailing kicks just as she swallowed again and pulled him down to the waist down her throat. In the span of a minute she had swallowed him down to his feet before they too were slurped up. Feeling him settle in her stomach, she gave off a rough belch before falling to her back, squirming, and giggling to herself as she felt him struggle inside of her before he went still.

“Mmm…. Spicy…”

Sleepy eyed and smiling as she heard her stomach churn and groan, it let out another growl that made her smirk.

“Still hungry? Well then…”

Getting up from the floor and blankets, Mystique laughed to herself at the weight of her swollen gut, the thing protruding round and heavy in front of her and forcing her legs to take a wider stance. Waddling out of her room, she ripped the door off its frame with a grunt and squeezed herself out of her room to find something else to eat. Making her way to the living room, her smile widened when she found Blob passed out on the couch and Avalanche still propped up by his leg casts and wide awake, staring back at her as she lumbered into view.

“Uhm… Boss?” Looking up at the nude, heavy set giantess drumming her clawed fingers over the dome of her belly, Avalanche felt a little nervous when she licked her lips.

“Poor Avalanche, you look like a packaged microwave dinner.”

“I… what?!”

“Let me crack you open!” Hoisting the man up easily by his arms like a toddler, Avalanche didn’t know what this giant woman was talking about until she pulled him in for a kiss, Practically licking up his face before opening her mouth wide and shoving his head into her mouth. Just like Pyro, Mystique finished what she started with the man, pulling him in by his shoulders into her mouth to swallow him one bit at a time. By the time she came to his leg casts, she plucked them off and dropped them idly to the ground, slurping his legs up like pasta and giving off another belch when he settled in her gut.

“Hmmm… Five more minutes ma…” Drooled the Blob, still asleep and unaware of what just transpired. Wiping the drool from her fanged lips, Mystique waddled back to her quarters, tired, sated, and full at last. Cracking the door frame further, she crawled into her blankets and mattress and fell asleep, the sounds of her food digesting the only sounds her ears picked up all night.