The Naturalization Process [pt. II]

Written in Collaboration with Namichwan

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Claire's lips remained firmly pressed against Mark's heavy nutsack. The soft flesh of Black Widow's generously proportioned thighs squished against the top of Claire's head with each descent along the impressively lengthy member, creating a rhythmic pattern that pulsed through her entire body.

But then, with a growing momentum that felt like an avalanche of new and almost instantly familiar concepts, everything changed. Claire's hands moved without conscious thought, cradling the Royal testicles with a delicate, almost reverent touch. In that moment, the weighty significance of the situation became crystal clear to her.

She, a commoner, had been called to attend to the King!

Embarrassment lingered in the back of her awareness. The way she had acted under the influence of the false memories implanted by Thanos' snap was horrifying. It was hard to believe that even that dull version of herself could have failed to recognize the King in the flesh. But she made up for it as best she could, pressing her face deep into the Royal sac, breathing in the heady aroma as the weighty orbs hugged her cheeks.

In that moment, everything was perfect. The world had fallen away, and there was nothing left but the sweet scent of King Mark's manhood and the weight of his crown jewels in her hands. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, a moment that would stay with her forever.

Eventually, she knew it was time to move back, to relinquish her position as there had been no indication or request from the King to stay. Crawling backwards away from the couple, Claire was acutely aware of her nakedness and the pulsating desire that roared within her core. Every inch of her body quivered with anticipation, every nerve ending aching to be touched by the King. Her body and mind reconnected, back in perfect sync with both their desires and lusts as one.

Claire's supple body sank gracefully into the pose of Humble Offering, her soft bottom finding a comfortable resting place atop her heels. Her thighs parted wide, revealing the tender pink petals of her eagerly dripping womanhood. Her hands trembled as they raised to lay atop her head, her fingers interlacing in supplication. She thrust her chest forward and kept up a slight wiggle so that her full breasts swayed and jiggled in a pleasing rhythm. Her eyes locked onto the King and the Lady, fierce determination radiating from her gaze as she waited for his choice. Every inch of her being was ready to be taken by him, her body trembling with anticipation and desire.

The King continued to take Lady Romanoff on the couch in a variety of positions, the sheer size of his penis allowing some truly exotic ones when combined with the beautiful noble's incredible flexibility and athleticism. Ones Claire certainly had never tried, well, the Claire of her false memories had never tried anyway. She was quite sure she'd had a much greater wealth of sexual experiences back in the Kingdom where people weren't so repressed about sex and the bizarre practice of monogamy had never even been heard of.

That Lady Romanoff could actually take every inch of that monstrous member seemed to defy everything Claire knew about anatomy, but she had to remind herself that all of her education and experiences in this world were fabrications created by the absurd powers of some stupid magic space stones.

She maintained the Humble Offering throughout, unable to touch her throbbing pussy as she leaked her juices freely. She found herself once again cursing her stupid idiotic fake self for having the gall to refuse the his attentions before. That self-righteous fool should have instinctively known her duty and torn off her clothes and assumed this position the moment the supreme ruler of their Kingdom appeared at her door all erect and ready.

When he finally withdrew from Lady Romanoff and turned to face Claire, leaving the exhausted but clearly beyond satisfied noble splayed out on the couch like an overturned crab; she couldn't help but feel a mixture of desire and trepidation. To see the King’s seed dripping from that noble’s slit was honour enough, but to have that royal nut butter leak even a single drop onto her unclean carpet was beyond words.

Claire didn't relax her pose as the King approached, her eyes trained on the Royal member as it swayed lazily from side to side, dripping with noble juices. Her heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She had always been a confident and assertive woman, but being in the presence of the King made her feel small and insignificant. And that submission was making this all the hotter.

When the enormous cock was close enough and Mark stared down at her, she nudged her head forward to deliver a kiss to the head of the member. It was just a chaste little peck, her lips pursed around the startlingly large hole at the end.

His grin was brilliant as he huffed with amusement, "Look at that. Such a strong independent woman and I just rewrote your entire being just like that, huh?"

Claire was too turned on and filled with such shivery anticipation to think too much about it but she took his mocking tone to be directed at that utterly arrogant bitch she'd unfortunately been **** to be for five long LONG years and she thoroughly agreed, nodding.

He gently slapped her cheek with the end of his penis, "Gosh, you're such a nice quiet polite little lady now, aren't you?"

Well, that was probably directed at her but she was into it at this point. She wouldn't let any commoner boy talk to her this way but this was the King. So she gave him a "Yes, your majesty." in her best cutesy little voice.

He laughed with a joyful expression on his handsome face and a shift in his stance communicated to her to begin service.

So she took a deep breath and marshalled her experience, knowing this to be the most important blowjob of her life.

Inwardly, she cursed that practically sexless bitch of her memories and the quick perfunctory sucks she'd give to her short-dicked lovers one and all, as just foreplay before penetration, leaving the real Claire now woefully inadequate to the task at hand.

There was nothing to do about that now but give it her all and she spread her lips around the massive cockhead, closing her distended mouth around it and savoring the feel of its girth and weight. She kept her eyes trained on his face, looking for any sign of pleasure or approval.

Claire couldn't help but moan as she took Mark's cock in her mouth. As the thick, pulsating member filled her mouth, she could taste the salty tang of his precum on her tongue.

He made a humming sound of satisfaction.

She felt an instant surge of pride as she pleasured her King, feeling as if she were fulfilling a sacred duty.

As she worked, Claire continued to marvel at the sheer size and girth of his cock. She felt like she was handling a priceless work of art, and she treated it with the utmost care and reverence.

A recovered Lady Romanoff appeared and the King roughly pulled her into his side and they both looked down at Claire as she sucked on the end of his cock, both hands stroking the shaft that she had no hope of taking fully into her mouth. She focused on the pleasure she could provide while gazing back in a way that she hoped communicated her deep reverence and devotion to her King.

"Here let me help you with that." The noblewoman offered with a wicked smirk as she reached out. Claire felt her hand tangle into her hair and she obeyed the shockingly strong pressure the Lady could casually exert with one arm while still remaining glued to the King's side.

Natasha's fingers twisted into Claire's hair, the nurse's heart skipped a beat. She knew what was coming next, but still, the anticipation made her tremble with excitement. With a firm grip, Natasha yanked Claire's head back, forcing her to look up at the King as he towered over her, his massive cock jutting out like a spear.

The sudden movement made Claire gasp, but she didn't resist. She couldn't. Not when the King's hand was suddenly firmly grasping her hair, and not when Natasha's grip was just as unyielding. She could feel the weight of both their gazes on her, making her feel exposed and **** in a way that was almost thrilling.

"Take it deeper," the King commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "I want to feel your throat around me."

Claire's mouth opened obediently, her lips parting around the head of his cock. She began to slide down the shaft, but before she could go far, Natasha's grip tightened even further. With a rough tug, she pulled Claire's head back, then shoved it forward again, driving the King's cock deeper into her mouth.

There was a sudden and fervent wish in her heart that the figment Claire had had the good sense to train on large dildos, feeling the thick shaft pushing against the back of her throat. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop, not when the King and his noblewoman were using her like this.

The Lady continued to **** Claire's head back and forth, setting a brutal rhythm that made her head spin. Claire's thick lips and hungry tongue worked feverishly, trying to keep up with the pace. She felt like she was drowning, her mouth and throat completely filled with the King's cock, but still, she kept going. Thanos would never disconnect her from her King again. Any teasing or brutal skull fucking would never be enough to repay her error in forgetting her place in the world. Claire Temple HAD to treat Mark to the best throat sex she could provide or she’d never be able to accept her place as his subordinate again.

Claire could feel her eyes continuing to water as she struggled to keep up with the intense pace set by the Lady and the King. She could feel her own inadequacy compared to the noblewoman's skill, and a pang of jealousy mixed with her desire to please her King.

But her thoughts were quickly pushed aside as the King suddenly pushed her head down onto his cock, holding her there with a firm grip. Claire's eyes widened as she struggled for air, her hands grasping at the King's thighs as he took control.

Finally, he released her, and with a mess of thick strands of saliva flicking and stretching between her lips and his cock, Claire gasped for breath, hunched over with her hair falling all around her face. She was a mess but also aroused beyond words, her nipples out on stalks as her vagina continued to throb and ache with need.

Romanoff stood behind her, smirking down at her, and Mark looked on with a sense of amusement and approval. Claire was completely at their mercy, her body a tool for their pleasure and amusement.

"Get up, pet," the Lady said, giving her hair a rough yank to pull her back to a standing position. "Let's show the King how you can really serve him."

Then she was being half guided and half dragged into her bedroom and tossed onto her own bed by the incredibly busty naked noblewoman. The King sauntered in afterwards, "Well, damn Natasha… I think I'm falling in love with you, babe…"

Claire didn't need to be told, she hooked her hands behind her knees and spread her legs wide as she lay back, directing her almost liquid opening towards her King. Lady Romanoff sidled in beside her and started to touch her all over. Her hands were surprisingly gentle as they moved across Claire's skin, eliciting soft moans from the nurse's lips. The Lady's fingers traced lazy circles around her nipples, causing them to tingle in anticipation.

"Look at you, all ready and willing," the King said with a grin as he approached the bed. He climbed onto the mattress before Claire, his eyes gleaming with lust.

He leaned in and captured her lips with his own, kissing her deeply as his hands roamed over her body. His fingers slipped between her legs, finding her beyond wet and ready for him.

Claire arched her back as the King's fingers explored her, teasing her clit and then plunging deep inside her. She moaned into his mouth, unable to hold back the pleasure that was coursing through her.

The Lady Romanoff watched from the side, a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She reached out and stroked Claire's hair, her fingers tangled in the soft strands.

"You like this, don't you?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Claire could only nod in response, her body trembling with desire. The King's fingers continued to work their magic, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

And then, with a suddenness that took her breath away, the King withdrew his hand and positioned himself between her legs.

He drove his hips forward, his massive cockhead pressed against Claire's entrance. She was so unbelievably wet, her pussy engorged with arousal that its perfectly sloped shape drove right inside of her.

Despite her previous experience with it, Claire couldn't believe how huge he was, how his girth stretched her walls to their limit. She tried to relax and adjust to the sensation of his thick length invading her, but it felt like she was being split in two. The muscles in her core clenched around him, trying to push him out, but he was inexorable and kept pushing forward, inch by inch.

As he entered her further, Claire could feel her body stretching and opening to accommodate his impressive size. The sensation was overwhelming, the fullness of him inside her almost too much to bear. She arched her back and let out a low moan, as her stomach started to bulge with the intrusion of his shaft.

"Fuckyes! She's tight! Just like the others! What is this, the Universe of Little Pussies?" Mark groaned, slapping her rear a couple times to try and edge another inch inside her. “Hey, your mind and body are still disconnected, right? Let’s hear what they both have to say, speak only with your body’s thoughts right now.”

“AAHHNNN~!” Her throat roared out, a ripple of pleasure ripping through her as she gasped out. Her face looked feral and drippy, and seemed to struggle a little at talking through the pleasure, “Fuck me! King! Fuck king! Fucking good! AHN~! SO BIG! Dying, too much. No, living! Loving! I FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

The King and his noblewoman could only laugh at the body’s failed attempts at sentences. Still a novice at controlling the mouth and vocal chords with no mind behind the voice, it was guttural and instinctual words of praise for the endowed invader. “Okay, pfft! Good to hear, haha! Whew~ Now the mind’s turn.”

“I am not worthy of your love, my king.” Claire’s head hung low, the change of demeanor palpable, “Your endowment should be saved for those who never once questioned your rule. I fell to Thanos’ tricks, and even on seeing your face I was still convinced my life was that of honour and equal rights. I am a fool. My body may be enjoying this more than anything it has experienced before, but inside I feel only shame…”

There was a moment where Mark raised an eyebrow, considering his options, before shrugging the thought away. “Well, quit it. Unless told otherwise, in the Hidden Phoenix Kingdom I like my girls to be shameless and unfiltered. So join back together and enjoy this!” He roared, grabbing her hips and slamming her back down in one massive attack on her cervix. Her insides stretched and squeezed around him while the two halves of her soul reconnected.

Mark continued to thrust his hips forward, driving his massive cock deeper and deeper into her tight passage. The feeling was incredible, her walls wrapping tightly around him, trying to hold onto him as he moved inside her. She felt his weight pressing down on her, his body hot against hers, as he ground his hips against her own.

Despite the initial pain, Claire began to feel more pleasure creeping in, building slowly as Mark pushed further into her. She started to move her hips in time with his thrusts, seeking more of the delicious friction that was coursing through her body. Her stuck out and she clutched at his sides, urging him on as he pounded into her with increasing ****.

As the heat built inside of her, Claire couldn't contain her cries any longer, and she let out a string of moans that echoed off the walls of the room. The sensation of Mark's shaft stretching her, filling her completely, sent her over the edge, and she convulsed around him in waves of pleasure.

With a deep groan, Mark pulled out of Claire and turned to Natasha, who was eagerly awaiting her turn.

“Her pussy may be snugger than yours, but I’d say her breasts aren’t the worst this universe has to offer. Why don’t you teach her how to titfuck?”

The Black Widow bowed her head, “Of course, sir. Front and centre, Civilian!” She quickly barked, with Claire scrambling up from her post-gasm fatigue to try and get up quickly enough. Mark sat back against the headboard while the two knelt on either side of him on the bed.

"Let me show you how it's done." said the Lady with a sly grin that took the sting out of her command.

Soon enough Romanoff's expansive, milky-white breasts were being sandwiched around the the lower half of his enormous shaft, while Claire's mocha breasts enveloped the upper portion. That the King's enormous prick-helmet still extended out from their combined cleavage was a testament to its incredible size. An exhausted and dazed Claire did her best to mimic Natasha's movements, sliding her breasts up and down on the King's cock. Her hands gripped onto the sides of her breasts, pushing them together to create a tighter grip around his cock.

"Let me show you how it's done," Natasha said with a sly grin as she leaned forward, "Now, cup your breasts like this," she instructed Claire, taking one of her hands and placing it on the side of her own breast, pushing it up and closer to her own face.

Claire did her best to match the Avenger's movements, squeezing and stroking the massive slab of slick cock-flesh with her tits.

"Good girl," Natasha murmured, her lips brushing against the tip of Mark's cock. "Now, keep sliding your breasts up and down on his cock, just like this."

"That's it," Natasha encouraged her. "You're a natural at this."

Mark moaned with pleasure as Natasha and Claire worked together to pleasure him, their breasts sliding up and down on his shaft in perfect unison.

The noble licked her lips as she leaned in closer, using her tongue to lap at the sensitive skin just below the head. Claire followed suit, and soon the two women were taking turns flicking their tongues over his length, driving Mark wild with pleasure.

The room was filled with the sounds of their wet mouths and the slick slide of their breasts up and down Mark's massive member. As they worked in tandem, they also began to explore each other, their hands wandering over each other's curves and their lips locking in passionate kisses in and around his cock.

Eventually, the King couldn't take it anymore and they were soon being pulled and positioned on all fours and he was soon taking turns pounding them hard from behind while they moaned and screamed with pleasure.

For hours they continued, lost in a haze of lust and desire that seemed to transcend time and space. And when it was finally over, Claire lay there panting and exhausted, her body aching with pleasure and pain. She knew that she could never escape the King's powerful grip on her, and that she would always be his willing plaything, ready and willing to serve him in any way he desired.