Yes, the Black Widow calls

Every avenger agreed Steve Rogers deserved a time off for his honeymoon. Of course, many also though it very likely that some bastard would try to make a move at the worst possible time, so the Avengers not only called a couple of extra members from reserve, but also a few were assigned to protect them as they visited beautiful beaches in Polynesia.

Your powers were definitely increasing. Henry McCoy, the Beast, had first noticed it, and took a few tests to make sure. This had been unforeseen, and he didn't know what was causing it. You were still his guinea pig when you got a call for a secret avengers mission. The Beast shrugged, and let you go.

You were really the only one who got the call. The Black Widow had arrested an enemy spy, wrestled some intel out of him, but was skeptical of its veracity. You were called to probe her mind, ruthlessly so, and beware for any traps.

Easier said than done.

You half expected her to be a hot Asian ninja, and was disappointed to instead find a chubby woman with a swollen black eye. One less distraction, you assumed. Natasha points a stun gun to your head, as a precaution. You concentrate and begins to pick up her surface thoughts.

"I did Mistress. I did it. i did it" Rambling. The woman was likely insane. You dwell deeper, and for a moment it is as if something Dark and Sinister try to grab your mind. You scream and blast the mind image with your mental might. You are disoriented for a few moments.

You see the face of a beautiful black haired woman, with a red diamond in the middle of her forehead. She smiles seductively, and then the image fades again.

You see a red head, who you recognize as Jean Grey. She is talking to a number of other women, none of whom you recognize, but none is anything less than downright gorgeous. The woman remembers being tied while this speech was going on. One of the women has six arms and silver hair, the spy is terrified of her. She is ignored. Jean Grey is talking about a sisterhood, and the softness of the barrier between life and ****. The spy keeps missing parts of the speech and you cant make sense of it all, but you hear the name "Dr Strange" more than once.

The silver haired, six armed woman turns to you. She begins dancing, spiraling, waving bright light in thin air. You feel your heart stop, she is so beautiful. Like an Indian Goddess of destruction, her moves promise havoc and destruction. You want to reach her, grab her, but like a skillful stripper she manages to always be a step ahead. She cuts your clothes, and that is when you notice each of her hands have a sword. it doesnt matter, you want her.

You lunge, but she dodges, sidesteps, and would have killed you if you didnt duck right. Then low. Then jump. She draws you into her mad steps. You cut her jacket with a knife you didnt know you had, and you are rewarded with her shapely breasts hanging free. Her nipples are also silver tipped, such an exotic allure. You grab one, and it fees so soft... her swords finish cutting your clothes, you know you are completely naked. You slice down her pants too though, and so is she. She is pale even down there. You feel aroused, and so want to fuck her. Your knife is no longer in your hands, you grab her other breast too, and begin feeling her up. She keeps pressing her body against yours, it feels so soft. You feel drunk.

You can't shove your cock in her. This is but a memory, and it isn't your own. Your fingers part her pussy, as her arms continue to snake, enticing you to proceed. You bring her juice to your lips. Wonderful. Two arms hold yours, two other are in your shoulders, forcing you to kneel, two other caress your lips and face. She is no longer spiraling, or you are both spiraling. You see only her silver haired cunt, so abused and sore beneath its apparent perfection.

You scream again, thrust with all your might. The memory shifts again. She is in front of the building. You recognize the place she leaves, it is in Manhattan. She walks towards a mansion, and begins taking pictures, discreetly. She also takes pictures of people who walk in, and out. Including Brunhilde. You know she sometimes go visit Dr Strange, but there was something very wrong in all of this.

"... it is a lie" you open your eyes. Natasha lowers her weapon. "She told you there is a plot to steal something from Dr Strange's mansion. But her memory is a lie, a fabrication." You touch her body and starts sending small jolts of electricity. She screams in pain, still bound like Natasha left her. She says nothing as you apparently **** the woman. "This isnt her body. This isn't who she is" the smell of burnt fat starts oozing from her, and some silvery liquid. "She is a telepath, yes, and this was a trap." You alternate between energy forms, ignorant of where the knowledge came from.

The gruesome spectacle leaves behind a curvaceous Asian woman with long purple hair and eyes. Her face is delicate. She no longer bears the wounds of yours and Black Widow's treatment, it all vanished away with the excess fat and nano-mite robots that disguised her. "Psylocke" Black Widow says behind you, and you nod.

You take her to the infirmary, where she is nursed back to health. You give the Black Widow a full report, including details about the trap you had just lived through. she recognizes Spiral at once. She is also skeptical Jean Grey would be involved into something like this, but it would be better to check. Your description of the others are too vague to get a positive id.

When the ninja telepath is awake you go meet her again. You apologize for the way you treated her, but she appears to be more ashamed than hurt. You make small talk, when suddenly you hear in your mind "You are Apotheosis". You nod, and she thanks you for saving her from that... whatever that plot was. You try to talk about what happened to her, but she still appears shaken, so you decide to not press her too much.

She kiss you. It came out of nowhere, you were trying not to look too much at her and the fantastic pair of breasts that were so obvious in the white shift she is wearing, when she suddenly turned your head towards her, and kissed you. It was simple, chaste, almost innocent, if it didnt scream to you how wrong it was for a deadly ninja to kiss you. You feel her lips part, and wet her tongue with your own, a touch that sparkles with electricity.

"Why?" you have the presence of mind to ask when she gives you a break. She opens her mind to you, and you still see Spiral dancing, frantic. 'Save me'. A part of her mind still remembered the maniac's love touch, her tongue still tasted her orgasm.

You almost chuckle at the irony. Did you ever have a better reason to fuck a total babe? You also think of Spiral's seduction, and you only had a few moments, rather than the hours you knew Psylocke endured. You grab the nape of her neck and kiss her, this time a forceful kiss, letting you know that you are the one in charge, that you are the boss. She is soft and sweet, despite her martial arts training. You can see her heartbeat getting faster in the monitor, and can only hope Henry doesnt interrupt you two.

You bring forth her shapely legs, and she wraps them around you. She is sitting in her bed, but it is so easy for you to lift her. Her tongue invades your mouth, she purposely surrenders to your embrace. Her nails hake your back, and the agony reminds you this isnt time for foreplay.

Her pussy feels like velvet, greeting your cock with the same agonizing grip the rest of her body does. You thrust further in, despite the pain it causes her. Her need is greater than her body's, she projects into your mind how much it feels like your cock is tearing her apart. You do it harder, and harder. You can feel her beginning to swim in pleasure.

You grab the back of her head, and forces her to look at you. "Mine. You are mine. You dont cum until I let you, bitch" strong words, each punctuated by your cock. She whimpers and moans, and try to escape. You dont let her. "Say that you are mine" Like a hammer down a nail, you can feel her body shudder as you hit just the right spot, again and again. You withhold the pleasure from her mind with extraordinary ease, surpassing all her weakened mental defenses. Her body convulses in an orgasm, and you dont let her mind feel anything.

Betrayal and fear plague her eyes, as if she was an addict begging for another **** shot. "Say it" you order. "Please, let me..." but in her mind she was thinking of Spiral, and the way the mad villain had shoved a katana hilt up her pussy. You turn her around, and without any mercy and pity you shove your shaft up her rear, feeling flesh break as you begin to **** her ass. She begins to scream, but you press her mouth in the pillow. She bites it, muffling the sound.

She dont take long to orgasm again, and this time you let her. You read her mind, she is thinking only about the thickness of your cock, how fully it completed her. You let her out, but you are still hard. You bring it to her mouth, and like an obedient girl, she licks you clean. She pleads with her eyes, and you allow her to suck your cock, the skilled combination of her fingers and tongue overshadowing any blowjob you had ever felt so far. She even manages to take you fully down her throat. You pull your cock out and spray your seed in her face, to make sure she remembers it for a long time. She lays down again, letting the glorious feel of your warm cum tattoo a memory in her mind.

You pick up her discarded panties. It is a simple white cotton pair, but it was hers, and now it is also part of your collection. When you turn back at her, she is standing "Thank you..." you notice her psychic dagger, dodges her first, but not her second strike. " ... but you deserved it"