Black Widow: Sexual Espionage

The events of this story take place in a Post-Snap world featuring characters from across the MCU.


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Alone in the shadowy darkness of the Avengers Compound Natasha Romanoff slouched behind a desk; assembling herself a drab peanut butter sandwich as the hologram relayed nothing but bad news:


“It’s been 67 days since the snap. I’ve been out to the rim of the galaxy and everywhere it’s the same-”


The blue flickering image of Carol Danvers paused, the Captain managing to sustain her composure in spite of the dire circumstances:


“-Its more than confirmed; Thanos wiped out 50% of all living creatures.”


Nodding again the Black Widow said nothing, the platinum blonde cutting the bread in half before finally taking a bite out of her measly meal.


Concerned for her stoic colleague Carol attempted to rouse the Avenger:


“Status update?”

Finally raising her gaze Natasha’s eyes shimmered, muttering back at the hologram before her through a mouthful of sandwich:


“Well my girlfriend turned to dust. But otherwise? Super.”


Seeing the fragile woman blink back tears Carol wished she could be more supportive. As a seemingly immortal cosmic warrior however the Captain found it hard to relate to humanity. And holograms couldn’t exactly hug.


“I know things are tough Nat, that you miss her… but stay strong okay? I’ll be on Earth again soon.”


Nodding numbly Natasha took another large bite of her unappealing sandwich. The hyper-fit Avenger wouldn’t usually settle for such a tragic meal; determined to be combat ready for the next crisis. But such diligence seemed meaningless now; After all her avoiding carbs hadn’t exactly saved the Universe.


“I’ve got a mission for you.”


Desperate for a distraction from her deepening depression Natasha straightened-up, finally making eye-contact with the hologram:


“What is it?”


“Rumours of a rogue alien species currently on Earth.”


“Where??”


“San Francisco.”


…


Waiting on the steps of the Superior Court of Justice Natasha leant against a massive pillar; turning away from the bright Californian sunlight as she surveilled the men and women passing by.


Keen eyes scrutinising the entranceway Natasha attempted to ignore the messy street beyond, discarded cars and trash crowding the dusty sidewalk; sad reminders of a pre-snap world.


Double doors swinging open Natasha watched as a gaggle of workers escaped the courthouse, spotting a woman that matched the description of her target; business casual blonde, middle-parting, black polo neck and a tight tartan skirt.


“Anne Weying?”


“Yes?”


Distracted by her heavy workload the woman turned as Natasha slunk out from behind a pillar:


“You’re prosecuting the Life Foundation?”


“That’s me.”


Smiling Natasha extended her hand. Careful to put her target at ease the blonde swallowed her compromised emotions, electing to speak in her trademark sensuous drawl:


“I’m Natasha Romanoff. You must be a hell of a lawyer Ms. Weying?”


Shifting a briefcase under her arm Anne accepted the compliment, shaking Natasha’s hand as she replied:


“Well, when a insane billionaire blows up a rocket above a major populus the indictment kinda writes itself.”


Nodding Natasha followed the attractive woman as she brusquely descended the courthouse steps:


“I’d like to ask you about that; I have some questions regarding the incident.”


“The Avengers really want to take on more alien monsters after everything that happened in Wakanda?” Anne shook her head:


“You guys didn’t exactly save the day last time…”


A pang of guilt rising up in her belly Natasha resisted a harsh comeback, retaining her professional demeanour:


“We’d like to get a handle on any more upcoming threats.”


Reaching her car Anne dropped the briefcase, responding sarcastically as she rummaging for her keys:


“Well I just got out of court after a 6 hour hearing so I’m not looking to talk any more today!”


Sensing the lawyer’s weariness Natasha changed tact, falling back on seductive habits as she perch on the car’s bonnet:


“Well then why don’t I take you out for dinner and we talk off the record?? After a couple of drinks who knows?? You might just blow off some steam.”


Considering this latest offer Anne turned back to the infamous Avenger. Stepping up close to the curvaceous blonde her lawyer instincts kicked in. Getting in Natasha’s face Anne stared her down with those dark brown eyes. The blonde responding accusingly:


“You look a little tired Natasha Romanoff? Lost a few hours of sleep recently??”


Holding firm Natasha smiled back flirtatiously:



“I’d be prepared to lose a few more with you?”


….


Falling backwards onto the bed the two women writhed together, colliding against the sheets seconds after entering the hotel room; mouths sealing against one another as they kissed furiously.


Laid out underneath the aroused lawyer Natasha was surprised by her intensity; pinned to the mattress by the civilian. Of course she had known there was no love lost between them; Anne had made it clear she felt the Avengers were hacks so she had been surprised when their night ended in sex.


Having had a little too much to drink however Natasha couldn’t exactly remember what she had said to get Anne into the sack, the voracious blonde too busy tearing off her shirt for Natasha to even ask.


Chest released into the cool evening air within seconds Natasha had latched onto the lawyer’s pointed buds, plump lips sealing around a nipple as her tongue lathered Anne’s flesh with glorious attention. Giggling the blonde ran her hands through Natasha’s short platinum bob, encouraging the Avenger to suck on her other tit before finally thrusting her back down onto the bed.


Natasha needed this; call it a rebound or it condolence sex, hell Natasha didn’t care. For months she had had to push through her grief, the great loss they had all collectively experienced. She couldn’t get her loved ones back: But Natasha could still experience pleasure.


Tearing her lips away from Natasha’s own the Avenger moaned as the other woman came up for air, Anne still perched above; straddling the other blonde as she ran her hands over her curves, groping toned flesh:


“Mmm, you have a great body… you’re perfect!”


Deftly unfastening the clasp at the side of her hip Anne lowered the zipper of her tight tartan skirt, unwrapping the garment to reveal her underwear before sliding back down into Natasha’s lap.


Leaning forward Anne pressed the length of her body against her willing counterpart. Flesh melding together Natasha moaned as the blonde’s modest breasts pressed against her own. Natasha was happy to allow the other woman control, lower lips brushing together as they made intimate contact, ground down beneath the aggressive woman.


Hungrily kissing her once more their open-mouthed embrace was almost bruising; Anne’s tongue rolling into Natasha’s gullet and swiping across the Avenger’s perfect teeth. Penetrating deep Natasha’s eyes widened as it somehow slipped down her throat; as if tasting her insides. How did Anne have such an insanely long tongue?!


A little intimidated Natasha twisted against the bed as Anne tickled her tonsils, that serpent-like tongue twisting deeper until it cut off the Avenger’s airway. Taken by surprise Natasha was powerless to resist; energy zapped by the all-consuming kiss. As seconds turned into minutes the Spy struggled, writhing in the small blonde’s grip.


Finally pulling away the lawyer’s insanely long tongue rolled back into her mouth as that strange, almost alien confidence turned to genuine concern for the panting Avenger:


“Are you okay?!”


“Wow!” Natasha choked hoarsely, wiping her sore lips as she recovered her breath:


“You don’t mess around!”


“Sorry!” Anne squeaked apologetically: “I got a little carried away there.”


Realising she had underestimated her opponent Natasha smiled up at the other woman:


“Don’t worry; I like it rough.”


Holding the blonde’s gaze Anne’s dark eyes turned cold once more. Of course the woman that had failed to save the universe want to be punished:


“Well in that case…”


Sliding down the aroused Avenger Anne kissed Natasha’s firm belly over and over, her mouth descending to her navel. Tugging away luxurious lingerie the lawyer grinned, finding a neat red landing strip; the only proof of the Black Widow’s famous fiery hair. More aroused than ever Anne proceeded to dip her head between raised thighs:


“Ugh!”


Gasping Natasha’s husky voice waivered; the Avenger shocked by the seemingly meek lawyer’s assertiveness; usually she had to seduce her targets but this woman was doing all the work!


Shuddering as Anne flicked skillfully at her clit, Natasha soon found she was seconds away from an explosion; pure heat burning through her core.


Anne’s slithering tongue slicing up and down between her pussy lips Natasha flexed against the mattress, wide-eyed as the lawyer devoured her centre, bringing the Avenger to the cusp of orgasm in seconds with her impressively dextrous instrument; tongue swiping over her wet and swollen labia.


Her head bobbing upward however Natasha moaned, grasping the blonde’s cheeks:


“Don’t stop now!”


Sucking Natasha’s thumb into her mouth Anne grinned naughtily down at the desperate blonde:


“Turn over…”


Not needing to be told twice Natasha rolled onto her belly, rising up onto her haunches with some encouragement from the frisky lawyer.

Staring down at the Black Widow’s gaping asshole Anne blinked in disbelief; this woman had been around the block! Blushing like crazy, Natasha was glad that she didn’t have to face the lawyer observing her obscenely stretched-out butt. Anne just smirked, Natasha Romanoff really was an anal slut; ironically making her a perfect host.


Kissing down her spine Natasha held still, waiting with baited breath as the blonde’s hair slipped over the arch of her back; Anne descending once more. Feeling those lips press against her cheek, Natasha winced as she bit into her flesh.


Grinning Anne slipped between the round mounds of the Avenger’s ass.


Flinching Natasha’s eyes widened as the blonde’s tongue immediately delved into her well-used hole, Anne’s strong muscle lolling into her soft insides like a knife through butter. Surprised by the well-kept lawyer’s lewd actions, Natasha acquiesced gladly, gasping as the blonde sucked on her crinkly red ring.


Prepping her behind, Anne soon peeled away to place something new at Natasha’s entrance. Again surprised by the blonde’s forwardness, Natasha wondered where the lawyer had even found herself a dildo:


“Uhhh… what is that??”


Ignoring her question, Natasha crouched on her hands and knees as the weird phallic limb probed the rim of her anus with its squidgy head; black knot squelching against her soft white skin. Feeling intermittent organ pressed intro her loose orifice, Natasha nevertheless gave the strange cock access; desperate to feel whole again after everything she had lost.


Soon the creature was able to push its way into her anal tunnel, Anne not resting until her twisting hips pressed against the blonde’s bulbous behind, forming a tight seal between the two women. Groaning Natasha leant on her elbows to open herself up, pressing against the mattress. Penetrating deeper again Natasha was shocked by the conservative woman and her never-ending tool.


Natasha felt her face become feverishly warm as this strange phallus twisted into her rear as if somehow alive; swirling deeper than any dildo had done before. And yet Anne’s hips remained still! Expanding into her guts the Avenger began to feel full; her breaths became irregular.


Realising this endless tentacle was pulsating inside her Natasha froze, eyes springing open as it slowly contracted before expanding once more. The pressure bloating her bowels, her beautiful face became slack as it finally dawned on the shocked Spy:


Natasha hadn’t found the alien; the alien had found her. Her sphincter muscles weak and unyielding after years of anal pounding, Natasha could do nothing but take in this insane sensation as her body was literally invaded.


That was when Natasha felt something between her legs that sent a tingling sensation throughout her entire body; a thought flashing through Natasha’s guilty mind; What if she allowed herself to climax and gave in to this strange possession? Powerless to resist he hand found in her hot nethers Natasha groaned; the Avenger’s arousal getting the better of her once more.


There was no reason to play around; her body was more than ready. Pulling out her fingers, glistening with fresh juices, Natasha moved her hand up to her clit and began stroking her entire sex with her palm. In seconds she was panting. The muscles around her anal tunnel relaxing, Natasha allowed the creature to burrow further; the Avenger’s taught abdomen swelling as she gave in to physical onslaught:


“You want me?” Natasha spat madly: “Then have me! I want this!! Destroy MEEEEE!!!”


Natasha welcomed the punishment, screaming vitriol until she was all out of air. Without the support of her legs the blonde collapsed forward onto the bed, something squelching between her cheeks and disappearing as her thighs closed tightly around her hand; a huge orgasm ripping into the Avenger.


Mouth opening a deep growling voice escaped Natasha’s perfect lips; her eyes flashing pure white:


‘THEN WE WILL TAKE YOU!!’


Overcome from within Natasha blacked out.


…


Lost in a nightmare the Black Widow saw Wakandan rainforest twist all around her as she ran.


Sprinting between foreign soldiers the Avenger rushed to meet her fallen lover; the girl collapsing as Natasha arrived.


All around them men and women faded into the mist.


“Nooooo!!”


Screaming she tried to grasp the brunette: forced to watch as Wanda turned to dust in her hands.


…


Waking with a start Natasha groaned; bright Californian sunlight blaring across her vision.


Covered in sweat, the platinum blonde swept back her messy locks, thick strands plastered to her sticky forehead.


Taking in her surroundings the Avenger scowled, spotting Anne as the other woman zipped her tight tartan skirt.


Attempting to sit-up Natasha spasmed, feeling something twist around inside her, black goo now coating her innards. Falling back against the ruined sheets the blonde clutched her bloated belly; the trim Avenger for once feeling properly full.


“Urgh… What did you do to me?!”


Tugging on her boots Anne shook her head sadly, turning her gaze to the other woman:


“I’m sorry. I didn’t want this I swear, it was the symbiote.”


“The what??”


Walking alongside the bed Anne perched on the mattress beside her incapacitated one night stand, stroking the Avenger’s platinum hair:


“What’s inside you; it’s a symbiotic creature from the Life Foundation. I got it from a deranged ex-boyfriend. He’s dust now… the point is I had it so long I lost all control. But you still have time.”


Staring angrily up at the sympathetic lawyer Natasha scowled:


“Why me?”


“I figured an Avenger could handle this way better. And passing it on through sex is less painful… You certainly didn’t seem to mind.”


Reaching over Anne massaged Natasha’s swollen belly. Moaning Natasha felt a ravenous hunger deep within her, alarming new thoughts crowding her confused mind:


“So what do I do now?!”


“Use your connections. Or find a new host; preferably someone you don’t like.”


Natasha shook her head in disgust; hardly a heroic idea even in this dystopian post-snap world.


“And if I don’t?”


“It will eat you from the inside out and not in the good way. But if you do enough to keep it satiated that probably won’t happen.”


“How do I do that?”


“Well… it likes blondes. And food. Just be careful, this one is different: It releases a powerful pheromone through sweat. Anyone who comes into contact with you will get turned on.” Glancing down at Natasha’s curvaceous body Anne swallowed:


“At least… more than they would normally.”


“Sounds fun…” Natasha grumbled sarcastically, finally finding the strength to lean up on her elbows.


Anne shook her head:


“Be careful; it can attract unwanted attention.”


Kissing Natasha on the forehead the lawyer rose up from the bed and crossed to the hotel room door, twisting to look back at the Avenger one last time:


“Good luck.”


…


Stumbling down the steep San Franciscan Avenue Natasha twitched, eyes darting back and forth like a wild animal as she stuffed candy into her face; attempting to ignore the rough new voice hissing inside her head:


‘YOU CAN’T IGNORE ME FOREVERRRR!!!’


“We’ll see about that…” Natasha muttered under her breath.


For the first week after Anne’s insane reveal the Avenger had refused to leave her hotel room, ordering in mountains of food to satiate the creature within whilst attempting to research her predicament on the internet. Struggling to control her parasite however Natasha was forced to come to grips with some sensational new urges; masturbating almost constantly.


Realising that her libido had increased Natasha had been tempted to find another stranger; the beautiful Avenger never exactly struggled to find willing partners. But she was nervous about this creature’s appetites, so instead Natasha had taken to relentless fingering; watching endless porn and cumming repeatedly throughout the day just to keep the symbiote in check. But how long could she keep this up??


Unfortunately for Natasha the World wasn’t exactly looking to help Aliens or the Avengers that had failed to protect it from Aliens; so she had to keep a low profile. What Natasha really needed was a cosmic expert, someone powerful enough to defeat the parasite that had taken over her life: Captain Marvel. Given that Carol had yet to return to Earth however Natasha was forced to bide her time.


Natasha had only left the relative comfort of her latest hotel room when the concierge had refused to grant her any further service after a disturbing incident in the hotel restaurant involving its lobster tank. Natasha didn’t blame them; she was just sooo hungry!


After weeks in this cycle of masturbation and food however the beautiful Avenger was now in a hell of a state: permanently greasy and sweating, her usually pristine clothes were rumpled and stained. Feeling bloated and gross, Natasha had been dismayed to find her jeans no longer fit her; the fashion-conscious woman forced into a pair of unflattering sweatpants to contain her increasingly fat behind.


Staring at women as she shuffled past, Natasha felt like a crack-addict fighting withdrawal:


‘SOOOO MANY SNACKS!!!’


“No!”


Snapping back at the voice in her head, the erstwhile Avenger suppressed her hormones, tearing her eyes downward as she stumbled through a thick crowd. Feeling a errant hand brush against her hip however the distracted Spy’s training immediately kicked in:


Grasping a slender arm out from under her jacket Natasha twisted around; slamming the pickpocket against the nearest wall:

“Owww!! Okay jeez I’m sorry alright?!”


Pressed up against the small woman Natasha felt her increased libido flare; her pert little ass brushing up against Natasha’s swollen belly. Staring at the bright pink flowers adorning the girl’s loose pants Natasha tore her eyes upward only to become fixated on the blonde’s beautiful bushy hair as she spun around; the girl’s huge blue eyes turning from anger to recognition:


“Black Widow??”


Shaking her head Natasha backed away:


“Whatever kid. Don’t steal.”


Retreating into the nearest dinner Natasha quickly distracted herself by ordering as much as she could from the menu before taking a seat.


Halfway through a plate of fries however Natasha frowned as she was once again disturbed:


“This seat taken?”


Studying this new arrival Natasha scowled, pressing her thighs together. Perfect; another cute blonde. This one was wearing her hair in two long braids. Taller than the previous one this girl appeared to be homeless; yellow crop top and loose jeans torn and worn out.


‘FRESSSH MEAT!!!’


“Yes, go away.”


Planting herself opposite the girl sat back, crossing her arms:


“Not until you’ve heard us out: We need a bodyguard.”


Natasha shook her head wearily:


“Let me guess; that little thief recognised me?”


Appearing behind Natasha the pickpocket that had tried to steal from Natasha emerged, drawing herself another chair:


“Please! You think a bad blonde dye-job disguises your appearance?? Your roots are showing Natasha Romanoff!”


Natasha grimaced; why did she even bother trying to hide?


“Well you might be washed up but at least you can still handle yourself.”


“I’m not looking for a pair of streetwise sidekicks.”


“Us runaways have to stick together!”


Attempting to steal a fry Natasha slapped the girl’s hand away, ignoring puppy dog eyes; she wasn’t buying it.


“Jeez lady! Sharing is caring remember? Besides you keep stuffing your face like that your not gonna stay pretty for long!”


Natasha raised an eyebrow:


“You think I’m pretty??”


Grinning the impetuous blonde leant forward suggestively:


“A girl’s gotta eat.”


‘DELICIOUSSSSssss…’


Hearing that dark voice hissing through her thoughts Natasha winced, again suppressing her alien arousal.


“What’s your name kid?”


“Rachel. And I’m not a kid!”


Natasha rolled her eyes:


“What’s your real name??”


The three sitting in stony silence, for a few moments finally the second girl spoke up, breaking the weird tension:


“Her name is Amy… Amy Bendix. And I’m Karolina Dean. She’s right btw, we’re both 18, old enough to be declared legally independent.”


The girl extending her hand Natasha elected to ignore it, speaking through a mouthful of fries:


“So why do you two need protection??”


“Have you seen the state of the World??” Amy exclaimed: “It’s a mess out there! Anyways my old bodyguard blipped out of existence…”


Seeing the real desperation in their eyes Natasha finally considered what they were saying; times were tough, street urchins like this were common place; so many had lost friends and family. If anything these girls reminded her of the old days back in Russia; scraping a life together in a broken World.


“Sorry kid but what you’re talking about is called a pimp not a bodyguard.”

Karolina smirked:


“Like she said; A girl’s gotta eat.”


Natasha sighed, alien arousal flickering once more; Hook line and sinker.


Passing Amy a burger from her tray Natasha’s finger’s brushed against the grifter’s as they touched.


Feeling a sudden jolt of energy Amy twitched in her seat, heat spreading up her arm and into her body. Inhaling Natasha’s intoxicating scent, the girl’s eyes widened; pupils expanding as that heat descended from her belly down to her quivering nethers.


Suddenly a little flustered, Amy felt her own hunger flare up as she took a huge bite out of the burger.


Passing Karolina her fries Natasha watched the other twitch upon contact before also beginning to eat ravenously.


BBQ sauce spilling from Amy’s mouth, Natasha watched the dark goo drip down her chin; the Avenger licking her own swollen lips before smiling back at the girl:


“Still think I’m pretty?”


The two cute blonde’s looking back at each other Karolina chewed a fry, leaning in to whisper in her friend’s ear. Giggling together the two runaways grinned:


“A girl’s gotta eat.”


…


“AWWWW! Ugh! Ungh! UNGGH! This is sooo Grossss!!”


Slamming into Karolina again and again Natasha couldn’t help but agree with the flailing girl’s statement; even as she pounded away at the blonde’s pussy with her newfound appendage.


Perched on the edge of a shuddering dumpster Karolina squealed as she was penetrated, slender arms and legs wrapped around Natasha’s as the older woman fucked her mercilessly.


Huge black cock squelching in and out of her tight little purse, the blonde’s moans echoed around the dirty alley, Amy keeping watch as an Avenger screwed her friend:


“Even by my standards this is skeezy!”


“Don’t -uh! You ever -uh! Shut up??!”


Rolling her eyes Natasha ignored the two; Amy would get her turn soon enough. Concentrating on satiating her own voracious sexual appetite, she supported the flailing blonde runaway as she rolled her hips over and over, producing steady powerful strokes:


Pulsating cock sending waves of pleasure back and forth between the two, Natasha struggled to hold back her increased strength; all too aware of the alien power she wielded. Of course it wasn’t like Karolina was heavy; god she missed being that thin! Nevertheless Natasha pummelled the girl hard, rusted metal rattling as the blonde bounced up on down on her cock, skewered against the side of the large bin.


Eyes crossing Karolina suppressed her own guilt; what happened to the good church girl she used to be?? Gibborim bracelet jangling on her wrist the blonde bit her tongue; the last thing she needed right now was to reveal to this Avenger she was actually a human glow stick.


Of course Karolina had also discovered she was gay months ago but had not been thought to scratch that itch. Natasha did not disappoint; fucking the blonde with a skill and dexterity beyond her previous girlfriend. Grasping the girl’s braids Natasha pulled back Karolina’s head; the blonde moaning in ecstasy as she flexed back against the dumpster.


Watching the two humping furiously Amy whined in frustration:

“Come on K-Dawg! When’s it my go??”


Ignoring the impertinent girl Natasha bared her teeth, slamming into Karolina’s pussy again and again, the slender blonde clinging on to her for dear life as she began to reach an orgasm:


“AH! AHHH YESSSSS!!!!!”


Going cross-eyed Karolina exploded; seeing stars as came in the dirty Avenger’s arms.


Feeling the girl go limp in her arms Natasha was far from satiated, a fire burning within the possessed female. Releasing her fucktoy suddenly Karolina fell backwards into the dumpster, landing in a heap of trash as she came down from her high.


Turning on he Amy shrunk backwards as the intimidating figure of the hungry Avenger rounded on the girl. Behind colliding with a brick wall Amy swallowed as Natasha towered over her; the platinum blonde smiling dangerously:


“Looks like it’s just you and me Amy Bendix…”


Pressing down on the girl’s slender shoulders Natasha grinned madly as Amy obediently dropped to her knees, entranced by this new figure of authority. She had always been a troublemaker; and she had always needed discipline.


Wriggling out of her sweatpants Natasha allowed the offending garment to pool around her ankles; standing expectantly before the nervous blonde.


The grifter watched in a daze as the infamous Avenger disrobed, the pussy presented to her instantly transfixing Amy’s eyes. The blonde blinked, brain finally engaging as she realized that her mouth was now centimeters tasting a woman’s gash.


Running a calming hand through that thick hair, Natasha’s fingers became tangled in the girl’s unkempt locks, waiting for Amy to work up the courage to take the plunge.


‘TAKE HERRR!!’


Ignoring the symbiote’s harsh tones, Natasha fully cradled the girl’s head in her hands, spread her thighs invitingly wide and looked down into Amy’s big blue eyes:


“Kid, I know you can put that smart mouth to better use.”


Seeing the powerful need in Natasha’s bright green orbs Amy nodded; grasping the Avenger’s wide hips. Tugging at the hem of her panties, the blonde slowly tugged the soft cotton down before staring into the woman’s swollen flower.


Desire overcoming her Amy took in Natasha’s glistening slit already wet with anticipation. The grifter tentatively ran a hand up the back of the dirty Avenger’s thigh to squeeze a plump round cheek.


Leaning forward Amy flicked out her tongue, swiping tentatively at Natasha’s swollen lips before licking her perfect folds. The platinum blonde quivered; a barely perceptible touch that, nonetheless, sent an electric thrill coursing through her. Inspecting the pleasured expression on her face, Amy surmised she was on the right track and took another lick, longer this time and a deeper into the mature woman.


Looking up again for approval Amy soon heard the blonde’s extended ‘Mmmmmmm,’ and then a longer, quivering groan as her tongue moved up and down several times just inside Natasha’s slick entrance.


Getting past her initial reluctance Amy started to eat with earnest, her tongue moving everywhere, rolling deliciously over the surface of the Avenger’s labia, touching lightly at her clit before finally exploring deeper inside.


Moving away for a second to catch her breath, the blonde girl found that Natasha immediately moved her back to the main course, grunting frustratedly at the young grifter.


Natasha emitted a loud indelicate moan as the blonde girl feverishly licked her; finally gaining the satisfaction she so desperately needed.



Holding Amy’s head tightly Natasha reciprocated, starting a slow, unconscious grinding motion with her hips, grinding into the pretty blonde’s mouth and nose, tugging at her skin and lips while in turn Amy’s face began emitting wet sticky slurps.


Amy carelessly digging her fingernails into the soft pudge of her behind Natasha grinned; more used to this rough treatment then the girl’s sweet worship. Cream drenching the blonde’s dirty little face her tongue making wet, squishy sounds as it moved back and forth inside Natasha’s thick folds.


Feeling the creature stirring inside Natasha found herself powerless to resist as it began to express itself:


Something squidgy probing at her wet lips Amy paused as it attempted to pass between her teeth, peeling away as she panted breathlessly:


Seeing a black phallus emerge from within the folds of Natasha’s sex, Amy balked in amazement:


“Woah…”


No longer in control of her own motor-functions, Natasha stared down at the thick mass of golden hair beneath her as her own hands gripped Amy’s head; shoving the girl back between her thighs.


“What the fuck??” Amy gasped, clutching the Avenger’s fat behind: “Where did that come fr-mmphg!!”


Big black cock growing out of Natasha’s pussy the symbiote twisted into Amy’s mouth, cutting off the confused girl.


Gagging Amy groaned as the phallus swelled between her lips; the girl’s cheeks bulging outward as she swallowed its girth.


Frozen in place Natasha watched in horror as the creature fucked Amy’s cute little face; the black cock squelching back and forth within the girl’s mouth, something squirting down the back of her throat to loosen her up.


Emitting a powerful pheromone Amy felt her fears vanish, her mind becoming blurry as the cock squeezed down her gullet. The blonde’s eyes rolling as she was fucked against the wall, the grifter came hard; soaking the crotch of her floral print pants as she spasmed on her knees.


Staring up at the sky Natasha’s eyes turned pure white; an alien hiss escaping from between her perfect lips:


‘EAT HERRR!!!’


Humping the girl’s bedraggled face Natasha struggled to think; so close to the blissful satisfaction that she so desperately craved. So why was this wrong?


Feeling the symbiote begin to crawl out of her pussy Natasha’s rational mind re-asserted itself; the Avenger coming to her senses. She couldn’t transfer this thing to Amy! It was her responsibility to save the girl!


Pussy throbbing it took all of Natasha’s strength to take charge.


Soft lips still sealed around the thick black shaft Natasha tore the symbiote away from Amy’s gaping mouth while resisting her own climax, the creature retreating back inside the platinum blonde as she collapsed to the hard ground, spasming as it twisted back into her guts.


Finding her balance, Natasha reached forward and swept back the girl’s unkempt hair, finding the grifter’s unfocused blue eyes, her mouth sucking at the air, still searching for that huge black cock:


“Amy? Amy?!”


The girl’s pretty face coated in Natasha’s own cream she wiped it away, feeling guilty. Blinking hard however, the impertinent grifter finally re-emerged:


“That. Was. Awesome!!!”

Relieved, Natasha hugged her, kissing the blonde gently while her own insides bubbled in turmoil; her passenger was going to be trouble. Given everything that happened with the snap, Natasha was almost glad. But she would have to somehow keep the creature inside satiated until Carol arrived…


Tumbling out of the dumpster Karolina slumped down beside them:


“Ditto. Ms. Romanoff, can we maybe I dunno… Eat again some time??”


Both girls looking back at her hopefully Natasha gathered herself; perhaps these runaways were somehow the solution. An idea forming slowly the Avenger cleared her throat:


“Look: maybe I can help you kid’s find somewhere safe for a while… If you can help me out??”


“Anything!”


“Do you two have any more blonde friends??”


….


Dropping out of the starlit sky Captain Marvel alighted on the Avenger’s doorstep with typical cosmic exuberance; the ground around her shaking as she scorched the fresh tarmac.


Arriving at the compound Carol strolled up to the front entrance, red and blue helmet dematerialising to free her short blonde locks.


Knocking sharply on the metal door Carol waited impatiently to be allowed access even though she was late. Of course Carol had intentionally been unspecific when stating a return date to Earth but remembering how forlorn Natasha had been the Captain felt some guilt for leaving things so long. Nevertheless she was here now and ready to help.


So Carol was non-plussed when the doorway swung open to reveal a cute young girl waiting for her:


“Who the hell are you??”


Intimidated by the superhero before her the blonde swallowed:


“Hi… I’m Lauren… Lauren Strucker.”


“Hey Lauren Strucker. You got something for me??”


“No…”


“Well then either get out of my way or take me to Natasha.”


Huffing petulantly Lauren led the famous Captain into the compound. Following the girl into the carvernous hangar space Carol got a better look at the young blonde under the bright strobe lights:


Dressed in a ludicrously tight outfit Carol marvelled at the generation of today; things sure had changed since the 90’s. Blue crop top showing of the blonde’s tummy, the offending garment fit Lauren like a glove; showing off her perky chest. Paired with high-waisted black jeans that perfectly emphasised the girl’s bubble butt, Carol struggled to avert her gaze as she followed her deeper into the compound.


Judging by the little blonde’s superhuman proportions Carol guessed Lauren was a mutant; nothing else could explain the girl’s glorious ‘gifts’. Her mom must be so proud… But what the hell was she even doing here??


Feeling those eyes on her Lauren considered summoning a barrier to keep the woman out but though better of it; like compressed air could stop Captain Marvel!


“Woah! This place is a pigsty!”


Entering the Avenger’s main living area Carol was amazed to find mess strewn everywhere; the space looking more like a college dorm room post-party then a base of operations. Piles of half-empty bottles and food containers strewn across the high-tech facility the Captain looked around in astonishment:


“Nat lets you stay here?”


“Honest!”


“Honestly? In return for what??”


“Protection.”


“I thought this was Avengers HQ! Not an orphanage for lost runaways…”


Hearing a desperate groan from the other side of the room Carol crossed more cautiously, stepping through trash as she slid open the separating partition. Nothing however could have prepared her for what she found: Captain Marvel confronted with an orgy of blonde bimbos.


Surrounded by open food containers several girls draped themselves around the Black Widow, obscuring her in soft young flesh writhing together in a tight pile. One in particular caught Carol’s attention; the impertinent child bouncing up and down on the Avenger’s lap as the Kree Warrior entered:


“And who the hell are you??”


Gasping for breath the platinum blonde moaned, not slowing the pace in spite of the Captain’s sudden intrusion:


“Ugh! Ugh! Mmmm Ruby?! Urrghhh!”


Crinkling her nose in disgust at the lurid display Carol scowled:


“Sounds like a stripper name… Nat? Are you under there??”


Laid out on the couch beside the humping females Amy shook her head:


“Hey Mohawk Lady! Can you give them a minute please?”


Raising a glowing fist Carol shrugged:


“Depends. Think you guys can survive a photon blast?”


“No…”


“Then shut it blondie.”


“Unngh!”


Biting her lip the blonde-villain kept riding her mistresses’ lap regardless of the Captain’s threat. Desperate for release, her small body was overwhelmed by the slick black cock swelling within her oh-so tight anal canal. Lolling from side to side the girl struggled to maintain her pace as the symbiote twisted around inside her, Ruby’s perfect doll face caught between horror, humiliation and bliss.


Carol watched in amazement as the young woman pumped herself back against the thick cock in her bowels; staring back into that exhilarated gaze as the girl finally came.


Legs turning to jelly beneath her Ruby fell forward onto the carpet, the blonde coming free of the huge cock with a disgusting wet slurp before collapsing in a heap at the Black Widow’s feet. Finally revealed, Natasha’s cold green eyes replaced Ruby’s staring back at Carol:


“Long time no see. How’s space?”


“Terrible, just like Earth…”


Looking down on the unconscious blonde slut the Captain stared into the girl’s freshly gaped crevice; amazed to find Natasha conducting herself in such a state:


“So you’ve let yourself go…”


Carrying the extra pounds surprisingly well, nevertheless the former muscular definition of the Black Widow was gone, firm curves softened by a thick layer of fat: There was no way this bloated redhead would be fitting into her signature catsuit anytime soon.


Dressed in a loose gray hoodie, Natasha’s full chest threatened to spill out of her stretched-out clothing, a distinctive muffin top oozing out from under her strained t-shirt. Coated in a fine layer of sweat Natasha’s long hair was also unkempt, long strands of natural red emerging as highlights from her shaggy platinum locks.


‘WE LIKE HERRR…’


Staring back at her opponent Natasha ignored the hiss, turning to one of her flunky’s:


“Hungry.”


Leaning over Amy fed Natasha a slice of pizza, Carol watching on in amazement as the redheaded slob gorged herself on junk food. Stuffing the full slice into her mouth Natasha hadn’t even swallowed before the girl kissed the Avenger’s greasy lips, the mature woman making out with the much younger blonde in front of her astonished audience.


Deeply disturbed Carol realised she probably should have seen this coming; after all Natasha had been spiraling into a depression for a while now. Of course Natasha was known for some pretty lurid behavior and over-eating and rebound sex weren’t uncommon. But to this degree was somewhat alarming:


“So what’s with all the blonde sidekicks?”


“We’re not sidekicks!”


Glancing over to the defensive girl leant against Natasha’s shoulder, Carol responded skeptically to Karolina:


“Well, it sounded better than orgy of blonde trailer trash.”


Taken aback the runaway shrunk:


“You're blonde too…” Karolina muttered dejectedly.


Natasha shrugged:


“I protect them and in return they keep my symbiote satisfied.”


“Protect them?? What about cross-fit tinkerbell?? You did a real number on her ass…”


Grinning Natasha rested her feet on Ruby’s upturned behind:


“Miss Hale? Oh she used to think she would be ‘the destroyer of worlds’. Unfortunately Thanos saw to that…” Natasha shook her head at the bitter irony:


“Thanks to me the only think being destroyed is her cute little ass: Karmic justice.”


Carol nodded slowly; all things considered it was a pretty fair punishment for the so-called Queen of Hydra:


“Ohhkay… And the others?”


“We like it here!” Amy exclaimed proudly, cuddling up with Natasha and Karolina.


“Really??”


Glancing over at the short blonde beside Carol, Natasha issued a simple instruction:


“Lauren honey, can you and Tandy give our guest here a demonstration?”


Stepping forward Carol watched as the girl that had greeted her earlier immediately began to disrobe. Gazing on in amazement as the cute blonde wriggled out of her jeans, the Captain bit her tongue as the mutant’s curvaceous little body was revealed; perky chest and rounded booty bouncing before Carol’s eyes as she stripped. Entranced she barely noticed as another wrapped an arm around her hip.


Feeling a little self-conscious between the two more dominant women, Lauren covered herself shyly with her hands, slinking forward before the Captain finally stopped the girl in her tracks; she’d already watched Natasha ruin one ass today.


Natasha smirked as her toy looked between the authority figures, obviously waiting for instructions. Ignoring the mutant she spoke directly to Carol:


“Get it? My runaways satisfy my every craving. Just look at hot little Lauren? If I wanted I could bend that kid over this couch and fuck her ass in front of you! And she’d thank me after!!”


Blushing Lauren’s cute little face turned bright crimson.


“So you’ve given up is that it!?” Carol growled: “Turned the Avengers Compound into your personal fuck pad so you can have an orgy with a bunch of identical blonde bimbos!?”


Natasha shrugged: “My world ended with the snap. Why not let an alien call the shots??”


“Nat… I know you miss-” Pausing, Carol remembered the mission that had brought her back to Earth: “-Wait you found the extraterrestrial??”



“You could say that…”

Burping obnoxiously Natasha massaged her swollen belly as Carol looked on.


“Ohhh…”


Unsure whether to be relieved or horrified Carol considered the circumstances once more: No wonder Natasha had sunk to this level, collecting blondes like trophies, overeating, drinking. It wasn’t just grief or depression; she had a literal parasite!


Watching from her seat Natasha raised a hand; snapping her fingers:


Feeling those arms tighten around her, Carol twisted to face the naked young blonde pressing up against her:


“Who are you supposed to be??”


Smiling naughtily up at her Tandy wrapped her arms around the costumed hero:


“Mmmm, I can be whatever you want me to be…”


Caught by surprise Carol felt Lauren join them; the Captain sandwiched between the two barely-legal teenagers. Just how many of these prissy floozys were there??


Frozen as they ran their eager hands over her athletic body, Carol bit her tongue; all too tempted by Natasha’s little harem. Feeling Tandy’s nimble fingers tug at her wrist computer however Carol recoiled; she wasn’t about to fall into another trap. At least, not until her mission was complete…


Acutely aware of this new alien threat, the Captain ran through some strategies even as Tandy began kissing her neck; so the symbiote had possessed Natasha, taken her body and fucked all these desperate blondes. One way or the other she needed to extract this creature from its host; preferably without killing the Avenger or allowing the creature to take on any more human puppets:


“Tandy, Lauren, I’m gonna need you to give me some space: Mommy and daddy need to talk.”


Resisting the eager girls she pushed them aside:

“Uhh, actually no; she’s Tandy and I’m Lauren.”


Bemused Carol rolled her eyes:


“Whatever; Beat it.”


Still leant against Natasha on the couch Amy stared daggers at Carol; clearly overly-attached to her sugar momma:


“Why should we??”


“Because I’m about to do something incredibly heroic,” Setting her jaw Carol clenched her fists, an aurora of golden photonic light spilling from her hands as her eyes glowed:


“And its not gonna be pretty…”


Intimidated by the powerful woman Amy slunk away. Picking up the thoroughly fucked body of Ruby from the floor, she and Carol dragged the villainous slut between them as they left the carnage, murmuring to each other as they went:


“Never pegged Captain Marvel for a lesbian.” Karolina whispered.


Amy smirked:


”Even with that butch haircut?”


“Can I help??” Lauren asked hopefully.


“Maybe later.”


Winking at the cute blonde Carol slapped her pert round behind, encouraging Lauren to scamper away and join the others.


Following close behind, Tandy smirked at the Captain as they left:


“Can’t blame us for tryin’…”


Waiting until they had all vacated the room Carol returned her attention to Natasha; the possessed Avenger not bothering to even get up as they faced off.


Raising her arm Carol quickly tapped instructions into her wrist computer:


“Good thing you’re into blondes now…”


Blue and red costume dematerialising from her body, Carol’s toned curves were finally revealed to Natasha’s appreciative gaze:


The statuesque cosmic warrior was everything Natasha was not; Carol’s disciplined form beautifully toned and slender, cosmic power keeping her body young and supple.


“Why settle for those second-rate Barbie’s when you can have me??”


‘I LIKE THIS ONE!!!’


Hearing that familiar growl from within her mind Natasha struggled to remember where the creature ended and she began after all their time bonded together. Smiling dangerously the redhead rose up slowly from the couch; the two women finally squaring off against each other:


“Nat, if you’re still in there I need to you to know I’m doing this for your own good.”


Hissing the Black Widow’s eyes flashed white:


“I am not Natasha: We arrrggh Venom!”


Launching herself forward Natasha tackled Carol to the ground with impressive strength, knocking the air out of the superhero’s lungs as they collided with the coffee table.


Wood shattering beneath them the being within the redhead continued on regardless, pressing Natasha’s red-hot lips against the blonde’s as they began to make-out furiously.


Carol’s competitive-side quickly rising to meet it, the Captain wrestled against the other woman, their mouths melding together even as they flew across the room; destroying everything in their path.


Flying up through the ceiling the two clung onto their forceful embrace, tangled together as they wrestled for control of the host-body between them. Natasha’s bloated flesh enhanced by the symbiote however; she easily absorbed every extreme blows, returning fire with equal strength.


Slamming into a column neither broke the kiss even as the building shook, lights flickering all around the bizarre cosmic couple. Using strength that an overweight woman definitely had no right to have the possessed Natasha momentarily pinned Carol; her fuller curves and rounded belly squeezing against the blonde throughout their open-mouthed kiss.


Flailing Carol ran her hand over Natasha’s plump body, tearing away clothing like tissue paper before her fingers began to claw at sumptuous cellulite; squeezing the Avenger’s huge tits. Soft and spongy Carol could felt a rush of excitement; enjoying the extra-fleshy redhead even as she sucked the air from her lungs.


Tongue plunging down her throat however, Carol gagged on the extra-long appendage as it twisted into her body, eyelids flickering as the creature tried to take over. Head lulling from side-to-side the Captain attempted to shake the parasite off, mouth bulging with the thick pink instrument.


Asserting her own agenda Carol bit down on the tongue; finally causing the possessed redhead to flinch as she attempted to suck the parasite from her ruined body. Full lips sealing against Natasha, Carol’s cheeks hollowed, the blonde’s eyes narrowing as she somehow increased the intensity of their already brutal kiss. Trapped in a make-out tug of war, neither woman gained the upper hand throughout the animalistic embrace.


Losing her patience Carol blasted Natasha backwards with a powerful photon blast; thrusting the redhead’s filthy body across the room, catching her breath as the Avenger shattered a kitchen worktop, tumbling out of sight.


Coughing Carol wiped her sore lips as the fat redhead rose up from the rubble laughing manically:


“You’re a stubborn one huh??”


Brushing dirt off of her naked skin Carol flexed her toned shoulders, the blonde levitating across the room as she spoke:


“Vacate my friend or you’ll be sorry.”


Growling the animalistic creature that had once been Natasha glowered back at her. Clothes torn and dirty the Avenger looked more like a cavewoman than the sophisticated Spy Carol had known.


Curling her fists Carol held her ground, speaking determinedly:


“Fine; I like it rough.”


Flying into the possessed redhead Carol sent them both flying through a glass pane, rolling over and over before crashing to a top in the ruins of the Avenger’s living space.


Going on the offensive Carol hugged her friend from behind, wrapping her arms and legs around the flailing redhead as if trying to squeeze the sludge out of Natasha. Still clawing at her Carol winced as the other woman’s sharp nail scraped against her naked skin.


Finally gaining the upper hand Carol used her cosmic strength to hold Natasha in place, straddling the redhead and using her legs to pin her friend down. Still tangled together however her red-hot slender body slid up against Natasha, the Captain’s knee inadvertent brushing against the other woman’s pussy.


“Urggh!!”


Groaning beneath her Carol watched as the creature flexed against the muscles of her thigh, Natasha practically humping against the superhero, the sweaty redhead seemingly desperate for physical contact.


Recognising the telltale signs of arousal suddenly Carol put two and two together; Natasha was resisting direct stimulation because the parasite was pure ID and instinct. That balance was what had sustained their bond for so long without the creature transferring to another host: orgasm denial! But somewhere along the way Natasha and the creature had become co-dependent.


Gritting her teeth Carol rallied; knowing what she had to do to lure it out:


Reaching down Carol cupped her friend’s swollen peach, roughly massaging Natasha’s core to encourage the redhead to open up.


Snarling, the possessed woman threw her head left and right, her whole body spasming against the cold ground as the Captain’s talent fingers went to work, two digits entering her sex whilst Carol’s thumb tagged the redhead’s clit.


Delving between Natasha’s slick folds Carol quickly drew her fingers in and out, quickly bringing both the Avenger to a boil. Struggling in her grip Natasha screamed hysterically, eyes wide as the blonde above pistoned her wrist.


Pressing her thumb down on Natasha’s clit, Carol rubbed the button repeatedly as she fucked the redhead, watching the Avenger’s eyes for signs of recognition.


“Urrgh!! Nooo!!!”


Desperate to cum the Avenger finally found herself; Natasha’s inherent submissive qualities overcoming the creature’s twisted desires. Tearing herself free from Carol’s grip to grasp the blonde’s other stimulating hand Natasha forced the cosmic blonde to stop, the Captain finally seeing a shade of the real women inside competing for control:


“Nat??”


“Yess! Ahhh! Please Mmmm… G-get it out of Meeee-Unghhh!!!


“Whatever it takes??”


Nodding Natasha replied tearfully:


“Ugh- Whatever it takes!!”


Fighting the creature within her for the first time in weeks, Natasha turned over on shaky legs, rising up on her haunches to present Carol with her behind. Watching in amazement as the ruined redhead knelt on her hands and knees, Carols gaze fell onto the Avenger’s fat round ass; in spite of herself relishing the redhead’s newfound peachy exterior and juicy additional mush. Faced with her blubbery butt however the blonde’s mouth became a grim line as Carol realized what was about to happen:


“Do it.”


“Are you sure??”


Gritting her teeth, Natasha turned to face the wall, replying sheepishly:


“Trust me; I’ve been training for this my whole life.”


Stunned Carol’s eyes flickered between Natasha’s face and the ass in question, unsure if this was a trap; was she even talking to Natasha right now? Or was this the creature?? Hazel orbs rolling over the Avenger’s sumptuous offering, Carol was conflicted; she stood for female empowerment; Could she really do this to Natasha? Even if it was for her own good??


Kneeling behind the bent over redhead Carol leant on her quivering back, all too aware of the effort it must take for Natasha to suppress the creature.


Groping the Avenger’s soft mushy cheeks, Carol peeled her thick flesh apart to reveal the stretched-out hole in between, Natasha wasn’t kidding; nobody was better prepared for this than the Black Widow.


Raising her hands Carol cracked her knuckles:


“Sorry Nat, this won’t kill you but it isn’t gonna tickle…”


Knowing she could no longer delay the inevitable the Captain extended two digits; burying them in the pudgy redhead’s asshole.


Natasha groaned, eyes wide as she was invaded, insistent fingers prying open her malleable sphincter to get at the creature inside.


Separating those plump cheeks Carol twirled and flexed her fingers inside Natasha’s anal canal, probing around. Uncomfortably aware of how warm and wet the redhead’s interior was Carol went was far as she could before maneuvering to go deeper.


Another finger entering butt Natasha felt her weakened body easily give way, Carol’s strong digits wriggling between her loose sphincters so the blonde could reach inside her rectum. Natasha shivered, feeling the symbiote retreat into her guts. Taking deep shuddering breaths Natasha counted each finger as the Captain entered, foreign skin sliding against her vulnerable inner walls, resisting the urge to squeeze Carol out in the hopes she would find the creature within.


Stretching the Avenger open Carol peered into the gap she had created, grimacing as she glared into Natasha’s pink insides and the darker depths beyond. Of course the symbiote had slithered away but Natasha held on, her back arched, pressing against Carol’s fingers inviting her in to remove the monstrous blockage.


Sliding all 4 fingers into Natasha’s bottom the alien hissed while the poor redhead shifted uncomfortably; the Captain’s hand wriggling inside of her. Dropping her head to the floor the possessed woman suppressed a whimper, breathing raggedly even as she pushed her behind back against Mar-Vel’s might.


Pointed digits diving deep into the Avenger’s open rectum, Carol felt Natasha’s insides impotently squeeze her unyielding limb. Massaging blubbery flesh, Carol curled her fingers, stretching the redhead’s vulnerable flesh as she made a major insertion; folding her thumb into the palm of her hand to begin gently pushing her whole fist between those oh-so fleshy white cheeks.


“MMmmmph!” Biting her lip, Natasha groaned as Carol’s whole hand slurped inside her burning sphincter to finally enter her rectum. Feeling the Captain’s wrist meet her backdoor the redhead flinched, shunted forward as she became a literal puppet.


“Wait a minute-“


Feeling something tug on her hand Carol’s eyes widened; her hand was caught in a trap:


“MARRRR-VELLLLL!!!!”


Hearing the creature hiss Carol grimaced:


“That’s Captain Marvel to you!”


“Unnngh!” Natasha whimpered losing control once more, body contorting and flexing as the creature within fought its new enemy. Unable to buck free the redhead struggled, baring her teeth as the pressure in her abdomen bubbled up stronger than ever before.


Carol gasped as Natasha’s anus took on a life of its own, contracting and convulsing around her wrist and sucking in her forearm as if to gobble Carol up. Reaching under Natasha, the Captain felt the pulsating heat of her swollen core, attempting to reassert Natasha’s control through pure pleasure. Rubbing and pinching her clit, Carol soon brought the flexing Avenger to screaming orgasm:


“Arrrgh, Arrrghhhh, AARRRRGGHHHHH!!” Natasha yelled as she came, tremendous ecstasy rocking her emotionally and physically. Instinctively closing her chubby thighs the redhead clinched her large round buttocks, trapping Carol’s wrist at the elbow as her plump body tightened.


Feeling Natasha’s anus relaxing and quivering in the aftershow her orgasm, Carol yanked on her arm; attempting to pull herself and the creature free of the poor redhead. Roughly tugging her fist from the velvety warm depths of Natasha’s bottom, the blonde frown as the symbiote resisted once more.


“AWWWW!”


Gasping Natasha winced as Carol’s fist punctured her bowels again; mouth wide as she was pummelled from within.


Twisting her arm left and right Carol wrestled against the symbiote, one hand grasping a fat cheek to gain leverage as she pulled back with all her might, the redhead’s flesh jiggling under her every move. But every time she pulled out the creature pulled her back in! Sawing in and out Carol watched in horror as Natasha’s body gradually took more and more of her, fat white cheeks stretching further and further apart to accommodate for her muscular arm.


Thrown back and forth in a terrible to-and-throw, Natasha’s body was caught between the symbiote and the extraterrestrial warrior as they battled for control.


Amazed the Black Widow’s body could handle the strain of such a physical onslaught; Carol reminded herself this woman was known for acrobatic acts of anal submission across the whole galaxy! If anyone could handle this it was Natasha Romanoff.


Moaning Natasha rolled her fat hips, trying to ease the cramps even as her belly swelled under every thrust, the pressure of such lurid pain and pleasure almost too much for her to bare.


With every inward and outward slice of Carol’s arm there was a pronounced squelch, Natasha’s greasy innards lubricating her massive insertion. Shifting her limb back and forth the Captain steered through the redhead’s guts, reaching for the symbiote.


Opening and closing her fist Carol twisted her wrist, reaching deeper and deeper inside the other Avenger. Feeling that hand pressing into her intestine Natasha convulsed, huge breasts shuddering like jelly, red and blonde hair flying as she shuddered on her hands and knees.


Getting closer and closer to Natasha, Carol braced against pudgy flesh, staring down incredulously at the submissive redhead; fat ass cheeks glistening with sweat as she shifted from side to side, her arm embedded in that once proud rump.



“Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhhh!" Natasha yelled in agonised pleasure, her face contorting wildly on every thrust.


“Hold on NATTT!!!” Carol yelled fiercely, fighting a losing battle against the redhead’s hungry ass as her whole arm was sucked inside, ignoring each disgusting slurping, squelching noise as she worked furiously against the Avenger’s innards.


"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" Natasha shook with strain, intensely violated and insanely horny as she thrust herself back against Carol’s fist, bountiful flesh rippling as she was pounded.


Face slapping against Natasha’s soft round butt Carol grimaced; her whole arm sucked inside the flailing redhead’s hungry ass. Practically delirious, Natasha yelped pitifully as the Captain’s arm rearranged her vulnerable bowels.


Armpit sliding against the Avenger’s rectum Carol blanched; feeling the pulse of Natasha’s heart through her filthy fist. One way or the other she needed to end this; whatever it took:


“Enough!!”


“AHHHH!” Skin glowing Natasha felt photon blast ripple through her fat body.


Gasping for breath she flexed in place, back arching to accommodate the small explosion inside her bowels. Tightening her grip on the exhausted human Carol rallied, putting the pressure back on the symbiote with her powerful fist:


Eyes bulging Natasha screamed as another blast rocked through her system; belly flexing as Carol punched into her from behind, the Avenger overtaken by cruel lust.


Feeling the creature attempt to retreat further inside Carol charged up another photon flare, refusing to be beaten by a disgusting parasite:


“Oh no you don’t!”


Cramps shoot up from her rectum Natasha realised her fat body was depleted; cradling her swollen stomach. Realising how far she had twisted, the Avenger screamed and thrashed in agonised ecstasy as she experienced the ultimate in anal fisting.


Her low sultry voice cracked as she felt Carol’s knuckles in her colon, the entire length of her arm jammed in her asshole as if the blonde was stuffing a Christmas turkey:

The symbiote also feeling her anal obliteration it came to a similar conclusion; this whore’s body was well and truly used up.


Internal pressure suddenly relinquished Carol grinned victoriously, finally pulling her arm back and taking control as Natasha screamed, jerking uncontrollably as the Captain destroyed her bowels. The Kree Warrior blasting relentlessly out of her anus Natasha was left a feral mess; climaxing over and over.


Twisting up her forearm from the redhead’s sphincter, Carol tore her hand free of Natasha’s ruined ass as the symbiote burst out. Latching onto her flesh and disappearing beneath her skin, the sludge transferred from the Black Widow to Captain Marvel.


Clutching her swollen belly Natasha rolled around on the floor; cream spilling from between her thighs as she came to rest in the rubble. Turning, the rattle redhead watched the creature swirl up Carol’s arm:


Sliding up to her neck and into her mouth the creature crawled inside, the cosmic blonde gagging as it rolled down into her gullet. Finally disappearing between her lips, the Captain stared back at Natasha as she twitched uncontrollably:


“Ugh!”


Wriggling in place as the symbiote wormed its way through her insides, the blonde burped uncomfortably as it settled. Finally finding some composure Natasha watched in amazement as the Captain grinned:


“Gotcha!”


Feeling the heat again Carol rose into the air, literally levitating as her body spasmed violently.


Cream bubbling from the blonde’s sex, Carol’s flesh began to glow as she fought her internal intruder one last time; taught abdomen rippling as she quelled the parasite through the sheer power of her thunderous orgasm.


Superheating the creature to 2000 degrees Celsius, Carol’s eyes flashed from white to gold, vision blurring as she came hard; defeating the creature with a simple flex of her mighty powers.


Juice bursting from her pussy the superior woman spattered Natasha’s face as she finally emerged victorious; instantly vaporising the creature inside her body by blasting Venom to oblivion. Bare feet dropping back down onto the cold hard floor Carol stood firm; black smoke wafting from between her own tight cheeks.



Exhausted Natasha lay in a puddle of her own juices. Attempting to sit upright she struggled to even lean on her elbows after her anal onslaught. Finally freed from within her own mind, Natasha felt the weight of her responsibility; She had acted childishly, drawn other’s into her web of grief as she fought against both literal and emotional demons. But there was still time. Perhaps she could make things right now; remove the latest red from her ledger:


“Carol I’m sorry. I know things… got out of hand,” husky voice hitching, Natasha struggled to find the words to describe her insane experience: “Y-You can do what you want with me butplease; take care of my girls-”


“-Sssshhh...” Looking down on the ruined redhead Carol stroked her red and gold hair condescendingly, the symbol of empowerment taking pity on the symbol of submission. For good or for ill, Natasha had been through a lot:


“Don’t put that on yourself; you’re only human! Now that thing’s out of your head you’ll start thinking more clearly. As for your little harem…” Carol licked her lips, cosmic arousal far from abated: “I’m sure I can take care of them…”


Feeling feint Natasha nodded, curling up in the blonde’s strong arms. Relieved of her burden the redhead’s mind began to drift. Jaw slackening her eyes rolled, blissful unconsciousness overtaking Natasha’s ruined body.


“It’ll be okay.” Carol murmured: “Just be the Black Widow you’re meant to be…”


Reaching down the Captain picked up the weak Avenger, aware of Natasha’s newfound bloat as she carried the redhead through to a bedroom to recover:


“…And eat a salad!”

Notes