New Avengers: The Purple Man

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Part 1: The Party

Killgrave laughs to himself as he lets the current moment seep through his being. His eyes take their time absorbing the beauty that is Manhattan through the view of Tony Stark’s penthouse apartment in Stark Tower. He feels as if he is on top of the world, and the most powerful person in New York, and he knows in a few short minutes he’s about to become much more powerful.

Notably missing a member from their lineup, the Avengers stand behind him in their current capacity as his soldiers. While each man wears a similar tuxedo, each woman has her own designer dress in their symbolic colors. His Seduction wears a flowing red gown with her red choker circling her neck; Jessica wears a yellow dress that comes to her knees; and Natasha wears a black leather mini that works its way to a bustier accentuating her breasts.

His contemplation is interrupted by the opening of the door to the dining room. Tony Stark's butler Jarvis and Peter Parker’s Aunt May walk through the door.

“Master, your guests have arrived.” Jarvis says to Killgrave.

Killgrave feels Mary Jane and Jessica walk up next to him, placing their hands on his chest and curling up close to the view. He places a kiss on each one of their lips as he takes their arms in his owns.

“This is going to be fun, Master!” says his Seduction, anxious with anticipation.

Killgrave just grins, as Mary Jane is the only other person in the room who knows how tonight shall end up; even Tony Stark, whose name was used on the invitations, doesn’t know the attendance in the next room.

Part 2: The Introduction

The Purple Man turns to Tony and the rest of the Avengers, “If you will do the honors, my toys. Please go out and greet the dinner guests and allow me a proper introduction.”

In single file line, the remaining Avengers walk out to the large set dinner table. Each of them takes a seat, leaving spaces for Jessica and Mary Jane who stay behind with their master.

Tony looks out at people sitting around his table, which holds a large item draped in black cloth. It doesn’t take long for him to notice that the guests in attendance are all the former members that Killgrave’s corruptive power will have little difficulty taking hold of. At one side of the table sits Carol Danvers, known as Warbird, with T’Challa, the ruler of Wakanda and hero known as the Black Panther, next to her. As Tony’s eyes continue, he sees the on-again, off-again couple of Hank “Yellowjacket” Pym and Janet “Wasp” van Dyne, followed by the She-hulk, Jennifer Walters and a pregnant Jessica Jones, girlfriend of Luke Cage.

Finally, Stark sees two people he did not truly expect. While the rest of the room were alumni Avengers, at the far end of the table sat the X-Men Scott Summers and Emma Frost. With the last two invitees, Tony realizes why Killgrave had him install the psychic dampeners within the room. Emma Frost isn’t just one of the most beautiful mutants in the world; she’s also one of the most powerful telepaths. With little effort, she could easily pick up the mental struggles of Killgrave’s pawns, or even Killgrave himself.

Tony starts his rehearsed speech, “Hello my dear friends, I hope I did not keep you waiting too long. If so, I do apologize, and won’t keep you waiting as to why I have invited you here. As many of you already know, the Avengers team has reformed with those you see before you, plus the beloved Jessica Drew, who shall join us shortly.”

He continues “I’ve asked you all here to hear out the current leader of the Avengers, and his request for all of your participation in the team.”

At the end of the table, Emma Frost is getting fidgety. She had noted to Scott upon their arrival that her powers seemed dulled and she wasn’t comfortable, but Scott insisted that Stark was a trusted friend and ally. The foreboding black sheet in the middle of the table didn’t help to abide her fears. Now, as their reason for being invited is disclosed, she no longer feels the need to be polite.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark, but Scott and I already belong to a team.” She says as she stands and takes Scott’s hand.

“Emma, you’re being rude” Scott says in a murmur.

“Do sit down, Miss Frost, and relax your mind. I have need of it shortly, and you shall give it to me willingly.” Killgrave says from the doorway as he steps through, having decided not to wait for his grand introduction.

There is a quick jump of the room as the old Avengers notice the Purple skinned figure before them, walking out in the arms of Mary Jane and Jessica Drew. Jessica Jones reacts first, lunging at him wildly, only to be stopped with a bitch slap by Jessica Drew.

“Please! Everyone relax.” Killgrave says snidely as he removes his arms from his escorts and kneels down to the floor, whispering in Jones’s ear, “So good to see you again, my dear, but you seem to have let yourself go.”

The room, briefly alive with adrenaline, returns itself to an eerie silence as Killgrave gives himself the floor to speak.

“I have chosen you to join me to extend my power in various ways; others shall be joining purely for amusement, which we shall get to shortly.” Killgrave preaches with a smirk on his face.

He takes Jessica’s hand, guiding her off the floor as he continues.

“Your colleague the Black Panther, for instance, is of more use politically than physically, and the same can be said for our dear Miss Frost and Mr. Summers. They are a very strong foothold into the Mutant community, and dare I say the White Queen can be of much more influence in other ways. While I also appreciate the assets of Miss Danvers and Miss Walters, they do add a lot of strength to my small army as well. And while I appreciate Miss van Dyne’s powers, her husband’s scientific ingenuity will only bolster that of our dear friend, Mr. Stark.”

He finishes his sentence by placing his hand on Tony Stark’s shoulder as the pawn stands stiffer than his iron suit. Killgrave then turns around, taking his Seduction’s hand and escorting her around behind Emma Frost.

“Of course, I need time. You will need to act independently, and for that I need to have much more influence on you. In the mean time, this is a party! Let’s start the party games!” he says, taking the black cloth and pulling it roughly away from the table.

Part 3: The Mental Fuck

As the table cloth flies it reveals a cryogenics pod. Through the frosted glass of the door lays Wolverine, his hands frozen palms upward as if he had awaken one final time before being placed in status.

“Now, the first game we shall play is called ‘Tame the Beast’” declares Killgrave as he reaches over the blonde mutant to type in the thawing code for the mechanism, then a second keypad to weaken the psychic dampeners.

“Miss Frost, if you would be so kind as to link the mind of our dear Seduction with that of Wolverine, we shall start the game.”

As the door to the pod slowly starts to open, venting the cool air into the room, Mary Jane rises onto the table and lies down next to the encasement. Her long curvaceous body stretches out on the dark wood of the table to relax as Emma stands and places her hand upon Seduction and Wolverine’s head, pulling the three of them into the psychic plane.

A white flash overtakes the perceptions of the three individuals as, for all intensive purposes, their consciousness escapes to a void of physicality.

“What the hell is going on here?” Wolverine says in the echoed expanse, thinking he is all alone in the white room with no floor or walls.

“Logan, it’s alright” says Mary Jane as her consciousness reaches out and touches Wolverine’s, making her visible to him.

“Parker! What the hell is this all about?” He says, raising his fists and releasing his adamantium claws with a SCHNIK.

Emma’s mind whisper into Mary Jane’s at the bequest of Killgrave on the physical plane. “He’ll fight, but you can have him if you want him. My mind will protect you, and I can do what Xavier never was willing to do, I can free him of his repressed memories. Listen to my cues, we must ease him first.”


“It’s about bliss. It’s about peace and satisfaction.” Mary Jane says as her naked astral form gets closer, in the background keying off images Emma is feeding her from Logan’s subconscious. “It’s about us finally being together.”

Logan’s eyes become fuzzy, and the sound of Mary Jane’s voice changes to something far more recognizable. As she steps closer to him, swaying her hips, her image also changes to that of one of Logan’s greatest desires, Jean Grey.

“Jeannie! Is it really you?” Logan says, at a major disadvantage without the use of his animalistic senses.

“Yes, Logan, it is me. It’s both of us.” Mary Jane says as her form finally touches that of Logan’s. While Logan is truly much shorter than Seduction, the distortion of observation allows Mary Jane to view him as taller to make him feel more secure. Her own body isn’t much different from that of his image of Jean Grey, allowing full breasts to press into his hairy chest. “I’m here to free you, Logan.”

Within Logan’s mind, the image becomes blurry again, confusing him. His perception of her changes back and forth from Jean to Mary Jane, till finally Emma pushes the right neural synapses till Mary Jane is just an amalgam of herself and the dead Phoenix.

As the two bodies start to caress each other, Emma continues the manipulation of Wolverine’s mind. Previous years of brain-washing makes this easy work for her. She concentrates on the minutes before Wolverine was disabled in the battle with Killgrave, stripping the circumstances from his mind.
”I don’t understand, Jeannie. How is this happening? Where are we? How the hell did I get here?” he says, wondering if the impossible has happened and he has finally died.

Mary Jane caresses his cheek as her mouth inches closer to his. Her whispers flow into his mouth to tease him. “You’re safe, Logan, as am I. We are here together, and we can be together finally. I can free you, free your mind of all the turmoil within it, but you have to give yourself to me, Logan. I need you to promise me that you will trust me, and do whatever I say.”

Logan becomes uneasy, at both her words and her closeness to him. Emma implants the familiar smells of Jean Grey from his memories into the experience. The small change makes Mary Jane more familiar to him.

“Of course I trust you. I love you” he declares, clenching his strong arms around the woman and taking her in deep embrace of their lips.

Mary Jane moans into his mouth as they suckle on each others tongues. The environment around them becomes warmer as she shares in the lustful emotion he feels for her.

Emma awakens more images into Mary Jane’s mind, sexual fantasies of what Logan always dreamed of doing to her behind the back of her husband, or those he held close to him of Jean Grey. She whispers into Seduction’s mind, “Finish, when he is most relaxed, you will have the control you need.”

Mary Jane breaks the kiss with Logan, pushing herself off of him and laughing as the world around them darkens from the world of white to that of a rustic cabin. She runs from Logan, opening the door to expose a world of timber and forest on a spring day.

She looks back over her shoulder at the edge of the doorway, “If you want me, you animal, you have to hunt and catch me.”

Logan watches as the object of his lustful desires runs into the woods. Though the transformation of the world of light was disorienting, this cabin and its surroundings were familiar. His hairy body lunges over set of chairs and flies out the door after his prey. For the first time he laughs to himself as he sees the backside of Seduction in his chase. With little time, he catches up to her, and with a feral growl he grabs her by the arm and pins her against a thick oak tree.

Seduction fights for her life, making Wolverine earn his feast, “If you want me, you have to take me!” She exclaims as she starts to slap and scratch him mercilessly.

“You should know, I like the live prey” Logan responds before grabbing both of Seduction’s wrists, pinning them against the tree as his body forces itself between her knees. His mouth presses into her jugular, scraping his teeth over it roughly only to feel her breath quicken. His hips find space between her hips thighs and his hard cock pierces the veil of her sex

Back in the corporeal world, Killgrave and the others watch as the entranced bodies all start to respond to the emotion in the mental realm. Mary Jane’s hands have risen above her head, and her body squirms against the table. Wolverine’s healing factor starts to rejuvenate his physical body, the first sign of this being the thickness of his prick starting to stand at attention from within his chilly casket.

Finally Emma Frost, though her hands not leaving the two lover’s heads, starts to squirm within her white leather pants as she shares in their experience. Her connected mind takes turns sharing the experience of being the dominating male and the submissive female. She feels both the feeling of Seduction’s pussy juice dripping down Logan’s balls and the fullness of Logan within the red head’s cunt.

Killgrave grins and takes it upon himself to free her surgically enhanced bosom from the matching white leather bustier. The firm breasts float free, exposing her diamond-hard nipples to the dinner guests. He signals Tony Stark to come closer.

“While I appreciate Mr. Summer’s relationship with Miss Frost, I feel as host the duty of relieving her anxiety falls upon you.”

Killgrave looks over at Cyclops, “Mr. Summers, be so kind as to move your chair next Miss Jones.”

Both of the men complied with the Purple Man’s command. As Scott pushed himself right next to the pregnant Jessica, Tony took his position behind Emma’s body, unzipping the back of the leather pants to expose her panty-less ass. As he pulls them down to her ankles, he kneels down behind her till his eyes are focused on the soaked lips of her pussy.

Emma struggles to concentrate and not break the mental connection as Tony starts to devour her sex with his tongue. The combination of the mental and physical stimulation is too much and she starts to heave her breasts in deep breaths, until within seconds the first rush of orgasm flows over her.

Within the mental-space, Logan and Mary Jane become engulfed in the release of Emma, enhancing their own experience.

“Oh Fuck! FUCK! I need to cum!” Logan screams into the echo of the wilderness as his primal urges fully take over, slamming his prick into Seduction’s sex as hard and deep as he can.

“Give yourself to me, Logan!” Seduction screams out in ecstasy. “Give yourself over and you can cum in me! You can have me over and over again!”

“YES! YES!” He exclaims as the passion truly overtakes him.

As the two lovers burst within each other, so to explode the world in which they fuck. Wolverine’s timber memory crashes back into the room of white light, which shatters like a pane of glass hit by a sledge hammer.

Mary Jane and a reinvigorated Logan leap up from their positions on the table as both of their physical bodies release the fluids of their lust in material orgasm.

Logan’s body is cold and bare, and his mind is overwhelmed by the rush of memories that flood into his psyche. His claws come full bare as he lunges out of the casket into the corner of the room.

Seduction quickly follows, feeling the bond that the two shared from the mental constructs within Logan’s mind.

”Logan . .” she starts to say, but then pushes him farther, “James, do you remember me? Do you remember your promise?”

Wolverine backs farther away, seeing the red head’s hand out to him, the memory of their release starts to come to the forefront of his thoughts. The name James is so alien, yet now so familiar to him. It’s his name! His name is James Howlet.

He reaches forward, taking Seduction’s hand, and exhaustedly falls to her feet. As he feels the touches of the woman that tamed the wolverine caressing his head, he finds peace.

With the lover’s mental connection finally broken, Emma Frost falls down chest first onto the table. She looks over her shoulder to see her boyfriend’s ruby glasses focused upon her naked body. As she feels the fingers and tongue of another ravaging her sex to a second orgasm, she looks back farther to see Tony applying his charms. As a former mistress of the Hellfire Club, she recognizes her domination. Her mind reaches out to Killgrave, knowing she is his to control, “Please! If this is what you are going to, give me more!”

Killgrave, a little disoriented having never been mentally touched by a psychic before, finds his mental footing and replies “Very well.”

Part 4: The Feast of Flesh

Killgrave steps around the table, tapping the shoulder of Tony Stark, “Have a seat, Mr. Stark, I believe Miss Frost wishes for more.”

Tony finds the seat that Emma once sat in. He falls backward, only to have Emma wantonly turning to straddle his lap. Her breasts fall into his chest as she grinds into him until finding the tip of his head piercing her netherlips.

Another mental note fits into Killgrave’s mind, “Thank you, my master.
Killgrave just chuckles at the ease of her submission, and stands to address the remainder of the crowd over the pair’s heavy moans.

“Now, it wouldn’t be fair for the rest of you to not enjoy your own debunkary. Mr. Pym, shall we start with you? Or more specifically, shall we start with your wife.” Killgrave addresses the inventor as he takes Janet’s hand and leads her to an open area in the room. “King T’Chilla and Mr. Cage, do us the benefit of coming forward.”

The two black men come to the front and line up on each side of the Purple Man and the Wasp. Killgrave, noticing the perfect line up, steps forward and re-addresses Henry Pym in normal superfluous villain monologue.

“Now, Mr. Pym, while I see your shining mind as a great addition to Mr. Stark’s own brilliance, your wife has little benefit to the group. Therefore, I’ve decided that I’ll just use her to torment you. If you don’t work fast enough, I’ll have her beaten and I’ll have her raped. As a matter of fact, I might have that done anyway, just for my pure entertainment. She can take much more abuse than my other little heroines.”

Pym’s face starts to strain, but there is little else his body will let him do but watch.

Killgrave turns around to the two black men, “Rip her clothes off, treat her like a whore. My dear little Wasp, feel free to panic and fight, but do NOT use your powers.”

Cage and the Black Panther abide, taking their hands and ripping away the small black dress from her petite frame and the startled Janet van Dyne starts to flay before the two men. She wants to shrink to her form as the Wasp and get away, but it’s only a thought and not a possibility. Without her powers, she’s just a normal woman. She slaps at the two black men as they leave her only in a black lace thong.

T’Chilla pushes her roughly into Cage, who locks his grip onto her arms. The petite white woman suddenly finds herself sandwiched between the two oversized black men. As Cage keeps her arms locked, the Black Panther strikes, bringing his hands to her b-cup tits and squeezing them as he forces his tongue into her mouth.

“STOP!” Killgrave exclaims, looking into the teary eyes of Hank Pym.

“Dear Mr. Pym, perhaps this is too rough on you to watch. Are you the only one allowed to beat your wife, Hank?” Killgrave continues, knowing the spousal abuse history of the couple.

Of course, Pym doesn’t respond, but it doesn’t stop Killgrave from the ongoing mental abuse, “Perhaps it’s time for Janet to have her own fun.”

Killgrave turns his attention back to the three-some, walking forward, he whispers into Janet’s ear, “I want you to like it, Janet. Not only that, I want you to give them all they want.”
As Janet’s body relaxes into the two men, Killgrave looks to her partners, “I believe you’ll find her much more complacent. Enjoy her, take your time.”

As he walked over to the next seat, Killgrave pats Hank Pym on the shoulder and laughs, “Shall we all take a second to enjoy Mr. Pym’s cuckoldry?”.

The entire room, including Emma Frost who’s loudness rises and falls with passion as she rides Tony Starks cock, turns to the three-some, enjoying the view as Janet dips lows and unfastens the pants of the two men. Her hands reach beneath their slacks and pull out their bulbous cocks.

Both men are huge, at least 10 inches each with shafts so thick that Janet’s petite hands have no way to completely grip the circumference. It seems to the audience that she has no trouble with her lips though, as she opens wide to take Luke’s prick into her mouth first, giving it a few strokes, then turning her head oblige the Wakandan ruler. Her hands start a skiing motion as she strokes both polls at once, getting the two men properly hard.

The noise level in the room now grew louder as Emma Frost felt herself close to orgasm yet again. She starts to scream, and Tony responds with his own fits of pleasure. He knows he can’t keep it up much longer as the hot blonde on his lap bounces his cock into her faster and harder. His hands rest on her hips as he feels her juices flowing down his balls.

“Oh God! Yes, Tony! Yes!” she screams.

Stark only squeezes her flesh and responds in kind, the sight of the three way overwhelming both their senses, “Fuck Me! Make Me cum!”

In a matter of seconds, Frost collapses onto Tony’s body, continuing to grind herself into him as she feels his cock releasing deep into her folds.

Killgrave reaches behind Carol Danvers, aka Miss Marvel. He grabs the neck strap of her dinner dress. The two inch wide band did go from each side of her chest and wrapped around her neck, keeping her dress up. That functionality quickly becomes redundant as the Purple Man pushes her head forward and moves the strap over her blonde locks. The fabric of the dress falls down, revealing a push up strapless white bra on the heroine. He takes her hand and has her stand next to her chair. The rest of the dress nicely falls into a puddle at her feet, revealing that the bra was the only underwear she is wearing.

He takes the time to appreciate the difference between Carol and Emma. Carol’s physique is much stronger, like a blonde Amazon warrior. It’s as though her body was sculpted for battle, with the exception that the artist blessed his creation with full breasts that you never see on women of this physique. Emma, on the other hand, had the best that money could buy. Her body was that of a Playboy playmate, surely more silicone and Stairmaster than anything else. Her pert, 34D breasts were perfect globes compared to Ms Marvel’s natural tits, which drooped only slightly.

Keeping Ms Marvel’s hand, Killgrave walks her over to the Sentry and Captain America.

“Carol Danver’s, meet your new masters. You three are genetic perfection for the human race, and your offspring shall be my greatest warriors. It’s your duty to please them, and bear their children. You two, it’s your duty to dominate your new slave and impregnate her time and again. I shall take your offspring under my own tutelage.”

In the back of her mind, Carol knows that she has a few weeks before she becomes truly fertile. Within her private thoughts, she hopes it’s enough time to get out of this situation, but her body and psyche start to react to Killgrave’s instructions. She feels compelled to please her two teammates with every ounce of her sexuality.

He turns back to the blonde marvel and puts her between the arms of the two warriors. The blonde goddess kneels her muscular thighs down upon the cool tile, first prostrating herself before the Sentry, then crawling to him till her cheek rested against his thigh like a kitten wanting petted. Captain America takes position behind her, unfastening his pants and rubbing his limp cock between her ample ass cheeks to get himself hard. He looks down at her face, seeing Carol start to perform fellatio on the Sentry.

As soon as Cap can, he pushes himself into her netherlips, forcing himself to rape her barely wet cunt. Carol’s body rocks back and forth as her mouth empale’s the Sentry’s prick with a lustful moan while her hand strokes the shaft repetitively.

Killgrave takes a step back, taking in his surroundings. His feast of flesh has began nicely.

He notices that Emma Frost has switched positions, and is now bent over the table, being taken from behind by Tony’s prick. He wonders how he missed the re-arousal of Tony’s spent cock, but figures that Emma’s domination must be semi-voluntary. He ponders it a bit.

“My dear, Emma, I bet you are a much better Dom than you are a submissive. Show me.” Killgrave commands

As Emma Frost reaches behind her to grab Tony’s cock to halt his penetration, she flashes memories from her Hellfire days into the Purple Man’s mind. He quickly views images of her with whip, beating a captive girl before taking a strap-on to her anal orifice.

Killgrave becomes slightly disoriented as his mind is released from Emma’s thoughts. For a brief second, a little fear flows through him as he wonders who truly is in control of the situation, but then he sees Emma bend Tony Stark over his own table.

Tony screams as he feels the squeezing of his balls from behind while a finger penetrates his ass. He lets out another cry as her nails dig into his jewel sack, and at the same time he feels her stroking his prostate from inside his ass.

”Oh God! Yes!! Yes Mistress!” Tony screams out as his manipulation at the hands of the White Queen begins.

Killgrave is content with his relationship with Frost for now, figuring any other intentions to her behavior will reveal themselves soon enough.

He notices that his Seduction has placed a collar on the Wolverine, and has walked him over to her husband. While her husband kisses her and massages her breast, Logan is behind her, eating out her ass and pussy with his long tongue like a lapping dog. He grins at how fitting it is that she have her husband and pet at the same time. A twinge of jealousy surges through him, wanting to have his time with her as well, but saving it for later. He would beat her for making him feel this way, and she will like it.

In the middle of the floor remains Janet Van Dyne and her two black suitors, still square in the vision of her husband. Janet rolls herself backwards as she anally rides the King of Wakanda’s cock in a reverse cowgirl. She tiltl her mouth upwards, taking his mouth in a deep kiss while Luke Cage starts to mount her pussy with his oversized tool

Killgrave rejoices within as he hears her scream from the double penetration. Again, jealousy pained him, but only that of penis envy. He has always known his cock would be inadequate to a voluntary mate, but to see these huge pricks penetrating the Wasp’s petite frame was a bitter pill to swallow.

There were only three left in the room without mates: The X-Man Cyclops, the very green and beautiful She-hulk, and the pregnant Jessica Jones. While Cyclops meant little to Killgrave, he knew it would be foolish to not have the leader of the X-Men in his collection.

She-Hulk on the other hand, represented almost unlimited strength if needed, but he was unsure if he could truly handle her if she ‘hulked out’. It was in his best interest to keep her controlled in her current state, a beautiful statuesque physique controlled by her ego as Jennifer Walters.

He walked over to the unmatched trio, putting his hand through the hair of Jessica Jones as he spoke to the other two, “My dear she-hulk, take your pleasure from our dear Scott.”

She-hulk’s large physique towered over that of Scott Summers. She took off the purple gown she wore for the dinner party, exposing all her green flesh to the room before taking Scott by the hair and burying him within her trim bush. Scott is forced to breath in the musky sent of her cunt and is obliged to start cunnilingus. His tongue swoops up and back over her hood, making her moan out in pleasure.

Please, Killgrave sits down next to Jessica.

“Ahhh, and last but not least, my old friend, Ms. Jones. How I’ve missed your presence.”

Tears start to well up in Jessica’s eyes, remembering her last imprisonment to the Purple Man’s will. He made her watch as he forced his will out on others. For weeks on end he saw the defecation of men, women, and minors all for Killgrave’s bidding. She waited for her turn, she waited for weeks, and it never came. It wasn’t until Killgrave sent her to destroy the Avengers that she was beaten to unconsciousness and freed from his control.

All of these scars started to reopen as he touched her and spoke to her.

“We’re going to have such a good time, my pet. You see, I’ve learned where I went wrong with you. I never fully finished your corruption, but I did this time with my Seduction, and soon you will too. The benefit is that as you drink my cum, your addiction shall pass onto your child, so it shall be mine as it bursts from your loins.”

The tears finally fell, but the sobs were muffled from Jessica’s mouth.

“Now, do be a dear and go down on me while I enjoy what I’ve created.” Killgrave finally says.

Jessica obliges as another tear falls. Her pregnant body struggles to get into position on the floor, but soon manages to find her face in the lap of the Purple Man, bringing his erect, pencil-thick cock into her lips.

Killgrave feels her tongue pulsing at the underside of his shaft, and he enjoys the warmth of her submissive mouth. He looks over as tears also fall down Hank Pym’s cheeks as his wife is brought to another orgasm at the hands of Cage and the Black Panther. Their act is complete as the two men both let out their own battle cry at her spasms, dumping their cum into her channels of pleasure.

As he feels Jessica’s saliva dripping down his balls, his hand grips a handful of her thick brown hair, guiding her mouth up and down his shaft while he continues to take in the feast.

He moans out and watches as Emma has guided Tony by the hair and all fours to the three-some of Captain America, Sentry, and Ms Marvel. She pushes his nose between the bare ass cheeks of the Captain. Frost forces Tony to start to lick the brown back door of his best friend while he continues to pump into the pussy of the whorish Ms Marvel. The extra stimulation makes Cap moan louder and push deeper into his slut while she sucks the Sentry’s cock back to life after her oral talents have brought him to cum once already.

Ms Marvel pulls back from Sentry’s prick as an orgasm rocks her body, “FUCK ME!! FUCK ME HARDER!!”
Captain America’s already thick prick can’t handle much more as Tony’s tongue continues to give him a rim job. He feels Emma’s soft hands caressing his chest as he pumps harder and faster, smacking his hips into the back of Carol’s thighs.

Killgrave sees Emma whisper something into Captain America’s ear which sends him into convulsions of pleasure as his cock empties into Danver’s soaked pussy. The White Queen then takes Ms Marvel by the hair and repositions her so that she could taste her own cunt on Cap’s dick while the Sentry took his turn behind her.

Again, Frost has surprised Killgrave, but it goes to the back of his mind as he feels the suction of Jessica’s mouth become stronger. He starts to piston his hips up into her skull, his hand reaching off down to grab one of her large milk jugs, squeezing it roughly till he sees a pool of milk start to stain her dress.

Jessica releases a muffled groan as she feels her milk releasing into Killgrave’s hands. The warm sting teases her as she feels the cramps of being milked form in her belly. She pushes on with her head, wanting Killgrave to cum so he would be done with her. Her tongue licks at some pre-cum and her mind seers as she contrarily finds it pleasing. His salty cum was like salt from a potato chip, she couldn’t help but crave the next taste.

Killgrave absorbs the sexuality of the room, letting it heighten his own experience. The screams from each corner of the room fills his senses like a symphony of lust. He looks over to his Seduction, watching as she takes the short, but thick cock of Wolverine into her from behind while her husband’s lengthier cock slides in and out of her lips.

His view turns to the quintet that Emma Frost manages. She has changed the rules yet again, having Captain America on his knees as Stark pummels his cock into the hero’s muscular ass. Killgrave could hear Emma as she urges them on from a position with the Sentry eating her out from the front and Ms Marvel eating out her ass.

He looks over to see the rest of his pets. He enjoys the show of She-hulk now rides the crushed Cyclops in a reverse cowgirl, grinding his cock up into her pussy, but the true spectical is on the other side. He grins devilishly as he sees Henry Pym finally stroking himself to his wife’s mult-orgasmic experience at the hands of the two black men. They kept rotating on her, one would make her take them into her ass while the other mounted her pussy from above. Her inner thighs were soaked with the cum and honey from their abusive cocks.

The Purple Man just couldn’t take it anymore. He looked over all his pets as he slammed his less-than-adequate cock into Jessica’s eager mouth. She has tasted enough of him to become assessed with feeling the full bliss of tasting his load. Her mouth and hands move as fast and tight as they can to feel him explode in her mouth.

“NOW, my pets! I want you all to cum, NOW!” he screams across the room as he finally gives Jessica her wish.

The moans and screams in the room start to crescendo in their symphony of orgasms as they each respond. The men pump or lick as hard as they can, the women respond in kind. The orgy erupts in a volcanic explosion as each person in the room reaches their release.

Killgrave finishes his pulsing into Jessica’s mouth. He pulls out and watches with glee as she licks her lips in front of him. He steps away as every single body in the room writhes in pleasure from their release: snuggling and kissing each of their multiple partners.

The Purple Man knows that he truly has them.