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Age Of Onslaught
Part 3/37
Deadpool hunkered down, closing one eye and pressing the other
against the eyepiece of the telescopic sight on the rifle.
"Well?" asked Weasel,"Is the chicken in the coop?"
"Nope," replied Deadpool,"It's back in the eighties where people
said stuff like that."
Weasel fumed.
Deadpool grinned beneath his mask as he watched Nate walk past
the huge clockwindow of his expensive, SoHo loft, which he was 'borrowing'
from the occupants, currently overseas.
The Merc-With-A-Mouth wasn't actually looking at Nate from a
building across the way, instead he had spent just over a week setting
up a series of mirrors that allowed him to see Nate from several blocks
away. Pulling the gun on his trigger would cause the rifle set up at
the building across from the loft to load. He'd set this up yesterday,
and now pulling the trigger on his gun would fire it.
He knew that that wouldn't stop The X-Man.
Dealing with a telepath was difficult, they could see what you
thought, react at the speed of thought and blast you to pieces in even
less time. So he'd set up small pieces of his mirrors slowly, none of
them representing a danger to Nate alone, so hopefully not triggering
a premature reaction. Now the rifle was loaded it would fire and he
hoped Nate would throw up a protective psi-shield in front.
Thus, when Deadpool blew his loft to pieces those same psi-shields
would prevent debris flying out into the streets and taking out innocent
bystanders, something he wasn't into anymore.
"Okay," he muttered,"Next time he makes a pass I pull the trigger,
then use a combination of my incredible reflexes and dashing good looks
to explode the bomb. Then I pass Go, collect a billion, buy Claudia
Schiffer from David Copperfield and retire to Jamaica."
"Where we'll spend the rest of our lives getting high in the
morning, drop dead drunk in the afternoon and laid in the evening," said
Weasel, thinking about the hot women he could get with his half.
"I don't care what you do with your ten-percent," Deadpool replied,
instantly crushing Weasel's dreams of being half a billionaire,"But you
touch Claudia and I'll make the Statue Of Liberty disappear, and you
don't want to know where I'll put it."
Weasel gulped.
"Okay, there he is," said Deadpool, watching as Nate moved up
to the clockface and stared out over the city,"Ready, aim and... what?"
Behind Nate a tall, black woman dressed in skin-tight, stitched
up the side purple tights and her large, plump breasts held in, barely,
by a little orange top stepped behind him. She circled her arms around his
waist and leaned her head against his neck, saying something. Deadpool
noted the small, metallic devices placed on either side of her forehead
and just below each ear.
"What's the prob?" asked Weasel.
"Unexpected development," said Deadpool,"He's got a lady with
him."
"Lucky bastard."
Deadpool settled back.
"Ummm, Wade?"
"What?" asked 'Pool.
"You going to kill him now or what?"
"One Billion Dollars," he replied,"In exchange for one death, I
don't do freebies."
"Wade! For a billion I'd whack my mother as a freebie!"
"No freebies," replied Wade, his voice ice-cold, leaving no doubt
in Weasel's mind that the conversation was over.
"Still," said Wade a few seconds later, leaning forward and
looking through the eye-piece,"No reason I can't watch."
-
"Thren..." moaned Nate.
She didn't answer, simply pulling the belt around his jeans
away and dropping it down the stairs leading up to the clockface/window.
Sliding one of her delicate, smooth ebony hands down the tight denim
jeans and gripping his half-erect cock in her fist.
"You sure are big," she said, then grinned slyly at him,"For
a white boy, anyway."
"Big enough for you," he said with a grin.
"Nah," she said, grinning as she squeezed his cock,"I just felt
sorry for you, you wanted me so bad from the moment we met that I had
to give you a chance... and now you amuse me."
"Then let the laughter go on into the night," grinned Nate, feeling
her hand as it squeezed his cock. He gently used his telekinetic ability
to unbuckle his jeans, sliding them down around his knees.
Thren smiled as his thick, long member came into sight, her
hand wrapped around it. She began to slide her fist up and down the
length of his dick.
Nate swallowed hard, his mouth dry from staring down at her, her
skin tight clothes left nothing to the imagination. His cock was now
fully erect, the head of his cock not far from her face, the pisshole
almost like a little eye peering at her.
Threnody smiled, then leaned forward and lightly kissed the head
of his dick. He moaned and stared down, hoping she would take him in her
mouth, something she'd only done a couple of times. Instead her other
hand slid up whilst the other stroked his member up and down and cupped
his balls, jiggling them slightly as her hand blurred faster and faster
up and down his dick.
Nate's eyes shut and he moaned happily, leaning his head against
the glass of the clockface/window. His lap was racing with sensation,
pressure building up in his cock and balls and he knew that if he wanted
to get inside that tight little pussy of hers he might be forced to
telekinetically hold back his orgasm.
His eyes shot open as he felt a warm, wetness around the head of
his cock. Looking down a lazy, happy grin crossed his features and
he leaned back, pushing his hips forward. Threnody was sucking his cock,
he wanted to grab her by the side of the head and slam his hips forward,
facefuck her until cum blasted down her throat. But despite her
psi-bafflers preventing him from reading her mind, he knew her well enough
to know she enjoyed being in control, so he just lay back and enjoyed
the ride.
Her hand was down at the base, still making quick, hard little
thrusts as her lips slid up and down the first few inches of his cock, her
lips were like a slightly loose cunt, warm and wet around his dick.
"Yes," he moaned as the African American beauty sucked on his
cock, her tongue flicking around the inside of her mouth, running over
and around the rim of his cockhead, caressing his meat with her
tongue.
Just when he felt he had to let it go, to allow his cum to burst
forth into her mouth and down her throat, she pulled her mouth away,
a small strand of saliva running from her lips to his cock. Her hand
released his cock and she smiled up at him.
Standing up, she grabbed her shirt in hand, then pulled it up
over her head, her large, plump breasts bouncing free, dark nipples
erect. Then she turned about and bent slightly at the waist, her ass
looked so good in the tight, purple pants.
"You like?" she asked.
For response the small stitches running up the sides of her legs
in small x's began to unravel, and soon her purple tights were falling
away, revealing the smooth, dark globes of her magnificent asscheeks.
"You want me bad, don't you Nate," she said, loving that for
all his power this was a power she held over him. He'd been a virgin
that first night they'd fucked. She'd massaged him while he'd been
recovering from an encounter with Thanos of Titan and X-Force, and then
they'd done it, and they'd continued to do it nearly every day since
then, in a variety of positions, his appetites seemingly inexhaustible.
She began walking towards him, her legs together and a swagger
in her hips. Her pussy hair was the same light brown as that on her
head, but was shaven into a little square, her cuntlips entirely
shaven. Finally standing in front of him, she reached up and slid her
arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his muscular chest.
"You like how that feels, my tits against your chest?" she asked
him.
"Ohhh shit yeah," he moaned, his cock pressing against her stomach.
She began rubbing around and around his chest, her fat breasts
making small circles, her erect nipples against his nipples, sending
waves of pleasure through both of them.
Lifting one long, shapely leg up, he quickly slid his hands down
under that thigh, then she lifted her next leg, which he grabbed, and
then she wrapped both of them around his waist.
"All right Nate," she said,"Prepare to feel my tight little pussy
around that cock of yours, try not to blow your load too quickly," she
smiled, then lifted her ass up and moved forward, his cock sliding down
over her pussy and between her cuntlips, smacking against the entrance to
her cunt.
"Yes," she moaned as he groaned happily, lowering her ass down
and feeling his cock begin to push up between her cuntlips, which resisted
only due to her natural tightness. His cock slid up, inch after inch
disappearing into the velvety depths of her cunt, until his entire cock
was buried deep up her cunt,"Feel's good," she moaned,"So good to have
you in me Nate, you're cock's so big!"
Nate groaned happily, reveling in the feel of her tight cuntlips
gripping onto his cock. She began to raise her ass up and down, her
cunt sliding up and down, her cuntlips gripping his cock, not wanting
to release his dick.
She pulled up as far as she could, then slammed back down, his
cock quickly filling the void left behind when she had nearly pulled it
all free. She began to repeat this same motion faster and faster, her
ass slamming up and down, her cunt grinding against the base of his cock,
her cuntlips gripping hard on his cock, creating a friction that was
driving him nuts, making the cum boil up from within his balls.
Nate groaned excitedly, the magnificent sensation of her tight
little cunt rode up and down his member, her juices dripping down his
shaft, giving the slaps whenever she came back down a wet noise that
seemed to increase his pleasure even more.
"Feel's good!" she cried,"YES! I'm gonna cum Nate, cum with
me! Cum with me Nate!"
Her tightly clasping pussy around his dick felt so good, and now
she was cumming, her cuntlips becoming like a vice, milking his dick,
trying to get his cum out.
"Oooh shit!" he moaned, and released his control, his cock shooting
sperm deep up into her womb as her own cum sprayed out about their thighs,
his hands almost losing his grip on her legs as the two of them ground
their hips together, his cock pushed as deep up into her cunt as he
could get it.
"Yes," she moaned,"Oh Nate I," he eyes suddenly flashed wide, at
the same time Nate felt a fierce buzzing in his head.
DANGER!!! a sense that blasted through his mind, a warning of
something coming fast, a danger too powerful to be stopped, he had to
escape, get away getawaygetawaygetawaygetaway.
There was a huge flash of yellow light.
-
Cable motioned to Havok - Alex Summers, who was his Uncle, despite
being much, much younger than him - to be quiet.
Havok nodded, motioning to Forge and the others to be quiet,
he tried to ignore Guido and Jamie Madrox making exaggerated shhh gestures.
"Okay," he whispered to Forge,"We have to figure that his telepathy
is at least muted, so these psi-suppressors of yours should keep
us invisible, as long as we can be quiet."
Forge nodded.
"Once he's subdued, it's up to you to convince him to come back
with you to Falls Edge for these tests about his connection to whatever is
happening in the astral plane."
Forge nodded again, hoping his theory that Cable's - who was Nate's
genetic duplicate - proximity to The X-Man would cause a sensory feedback
that would put him out of commission long enough for them to reason with
him.
"Okay," said Cable,"Let's go."
The world flashed with yellow fire.
-
Deadpool saw the yellow fire lance out of the clockface/window
where X-Man and the black chick had just finished fucking. It smashed
into the first rifle and the mirror mounted behind it, then lanced back
to the next one.
"Oh," said Wade,"Weasel buddy."
"Yeah?" asked a bored Weasel, reading a Playboy.
"RUN!" screamed Deadpool.
Then yellow fire burst over him.
-
They stood assembled, waving goodbye to one who been part of
their number right from the beginning.
Cyclops, Phoenix, Iceman and Angel, members of the first team,
Storm and Wolverine, the only remaining members from the second team. Then
the newcomers, Psylocke, Gambit, and Rogue. Cannonball had left the
team after Cable retired to be with Domino and their child, taking over
the reins of leadership of X-Force. Bishop remained on Muir Isle, his body
still being healed from the massive external and internal injuries caused
to him by Magnus.
Together they stood, The Juggernaut far behind them at the remains
of the Mansion, meeting a real estate agent already to attempt to sell the
property, in order to pay the specialist doctor's bills for his old friend
and partner in crime, Black Tom Cassidy.
The Beast grinned as he shook hands and hugged the last of them,
his taxi waiting patiently, already assured a heavy tip.
"Farewell my friends," he said,"Not goodbye, but see you soon."
He hopped into the back, his bulky, muscular body crammed in as
comfortably as possible.
The X-Men waved goodbye as The Beast traveled off in his taxi,
heading for New York and Avengers Mansion, where he would be better
equipped to do his research, no one blamed him for leaving, they had
actually pooled their cash to get his taxi, in return he promised to try
and get one of the Avenger's Quin-jets to come pick them up. They had
declined, transport wasn't really a problem for a group consisting of
fliers and people with superhuman strength and endurance.
They had no transport in any case, and had been forced to pack
their tents up and walk, at least until they were out of sight of anyone,
then the flying members of the team would be able to carry several members
at a time to New York, where they hoped to find temporary residence at a
warehouse owned by Cable and used as headquarters temporarily by X-Force.
"Okay," said Scott,"We can move on to the nearest viable site and
set up camp for the night or keep going into the night until we arrive
in New York."
"I think..." started Jean, then she screamed and collapsed to the
ground.
"JEAN!" cried Scott, the other X-Men staring in shock at the
crumpled form of the redhead.
He leaped forward and turned her over, her eyes fluttered back
and forth then she groaned.
"Jean? Are you all right?" he asked, very much aware of Logan
hovering over his back, worried for Jean.
"Nate," she moaned,"X-Man... he, uh.... Scott, we have to get to
Isreal!"
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X-Men 75.
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Nate groaned and opened his eyes, seeing two things at the same
time.
One was the sandy, golden colored sky, sand blowing about in the
wind. The other sight was a battle, he was fighting marauders who were
attempting to infiltrate their territory to pick up valuable foodstuffs,
clothing and women to sell on the black-market.
"Cable," he moaned, he was obviously close to his genetic double,
and the result was conflicting memories overlapping. He wondered what
Cable was seeing.
With a moan he sat up, his head buzzing angrily. He wasn't sure
where he was, it was sandy like a beach but with no ocean in sight, although
he could see a city in the distance.
"Where?" he asked and suddenly Cable's memories were blotted out,
and his mind was flooded with images he picked up from residual energy of
the countless people who had crossed this way in the past.
He forced his mind to close out the images, he had never done
anything like that before, but at least now he knew where he was, he just
didn't know how he'd gotten there.
-
Cable didn't groan when he woke, he didn't even open his eyes,
experience said that if your opponent didn't know you were conscious then
you already had the advantage.
In his mind's eye he saw himself smashing through a thick, steel
re-inforced bulkhead with a casual sweep of telekinetic energy. Entering
the room he saw a gigantic, hulking figure throttling a man he recognized,
it was Magneto, but dressed all in black. He also recognized the hulking
figure, despite the change from his traditional form of costume.
Apocalypse.
A huge burst of psionic energy burst from his eye, knocking
Apocalypse flying. He snarled confident words of bravado as Apocalypse
stared up at him in shock, unable to believe that this boy had just knocked
him down like a child...
"Cable?" groaned a voice, it was Madrox. That figured, he'd never
been much of a soldier.
He allowed his eyes to open a crack and instantly knew where he
was, although he hadn't been there for over a year, and was most familiar
with it from millennia in the future.
"Isreal," he said,"How'd we get to Isreal?"
What?" moaned Madrox,"Forge and Havok are knocked cold, I think
they need help..."
"Forget it," said Forge, sitting up, beside him Havok did too,
like Cable they'd been shamming. Guido however, was really unconscious,
and Wildchild, Shard and Mystique were nowhere to be seen.
"What's he doing here?" asked Cable, pointing at Deadpool, who
was scratching his head, staring at them from a few meters away.
"Hi," he said,"Did you say Isreal?"
"Where's X-Man?" asked Forge,, looking about,"Or did he send us
here?"
"He's here," said Cable, pointing at a sanddune next to Forge,"His
body has unconsciously created a psionic disguise, blending in with the
sand."
"Can you do that?" asked Havok, looking about, trying to find
Nate.
"No," said Cable,"Back when my telepathy was working I might
have been able to cloud peoples minds into thinking that I wasn't there,
but I couldn't do this even now with my power levels increased."
"That's not right," muttered Forge, sweeping his scanner about,
looking for Nate,"You should have close to his power levels, something
or someone is increasing his power output."
The sand and sky in front of them suddenly seemed to part and
Nate stepped through, glaring angrily at Cable.
"What is this crap, what are you doing with these people?" he
swept his hands, indicating X-Factor.
"Nate..." started Forge, but was overridden.
"Don't call me Nate," he growled,"You're not my Forge, you don't
have his vision, his heart. You're a government beauracrat, nearly as
bad as The Prelates from my world!"
"Whoa!" cried Forge, lifting his hands up,"We've never even meet
Na... X-Man, that night at Xavier's Mansion, after we'd defeated
Apocalypse you deliberately kept out of my way."
"I can see into your head," growled Nate,"I can see that you
suspect the government of being involved in some project called Zero
Tolerance, but you aren't doing anything."
"Hey hey!" cried Forge,"I don't know what Zero Tolerance is, which
is why I'm biding my time till I can find out more info..."
"And how many mutants die while you wait?" yelled Nate, Cable
was about to call for a stop when he saw the flash of fire from Deadpool's
gun. Before he could react a bullet fired and.... stopped an inch from
Nate's head.
"Don't waste my time, Wilson," he growled, the bullet dropped to
the ground,"A Billion dollars? Why does this Haversham want me dead?"
"Hey!" cried Deadpool,"Was that my gun? Bad gun! Went off by itself
you know," he said, glancing uneasily at the pissed off group of very
powerful mutants. Then he cursed,"Ahh what's the point, can't kill a mutant
anyway, they just come back!"
"Was that a dig at me?" Madrox asked nobody in particular, and
nobody answered.
"The big question," said Cable,"Forgetting why Deadpool is risking
his life trying to kill you, is what we're doing here? And how did we get
here?"
"I teleported us I guess," replied X-Man,"I felt danger and I
immediately tried to make it go away, next thing I knew I was in Isreal and
you were all with me."
"But what about Shard, Mystique and Wildchild?" asked Forge,"Where
are they?"
"I don't know," replied X-Man,"Which is a problem, I don't know
if Thren is all right or not."
"Weasel will be fine," muttered Deadpool to himself,"If there was
a nuclear holocaust the only things to survive would be cockroaches, Pam
Anderson-Lee's titties and Weasel.... lucky bastard gets to spend eternity
with Pammie's mammaries."
"What Deadpool?" asked Madrox.
"Nothing, just wondering who has the lamest name in X-Factor, you -
The Multiple Man? Or sleeping beauty over there - Strong Guy?"
"You teleported us here, can't you teleport us back?" Havok asked
X-Man.
"Sorry... 'Uncle' Alex," muttered Nate,"I've never teleported
before, probably a knee-jerk reaction I can't control, I'd probably have to
be in danger for my life."
"So...." asked Deadpool, pointing behind them,"Will that do?"
-
When Quicksilver read Penthouse Forum, he snorted at some of
the claims made by the letterwriters.
"Sex for fifteen minutes?" he would laugh,"Yeah right!"
Unfortunately it was a claim his wife, Crystal, could understand
only too well.
Pietro Maximoff, known as Quicksilver to the world, had a mutant
ability that, like so many, was both blessing and curse. He was a speedster,
capable at moving of speeds up to and exceeding the speed of sound. His
life was constantly moving at speeds beyond comprehension by normal humans.
To him, just having someone say hello seemed to take interminably long,
and it was almost impossible to have a conversation with him because the
gaps between normal words seemed so long to him that he thought the other
person had finished talking and would cut in. When eating as slow as
possible he would often finish before others had started.
It was a wonder he'd managed to get through their wedding ceremony
without yelling at the minister to hurry things up.
Tonight he had promised to 'take things slow' and she found herself
wondering if this would be like the wonderful night of their honeymoon.
On that night he had fucked her hard for twenty minutes at an incredible
speed, making her cum several times in a couple of minutes due to the
friction against her clit alone. Then, his metabolism being what it was,
he'd recovered within a few minutes and repeated the act. That night
they made love seven times and by dawn she felt like she'd been fucked
by a freight train.
He smiled at her, taking her wrist in his hand and lifting her
palm up, kissing it slowly, gently.
"My love," he said with a smile and she felt her heart skip a
beat, he still had a wild effect on her.
He slowly (even for a normal person) began to kiss up her arm,
sliding the sleeve of her nightgown up as he went. As he raised his head
from her upper arm and kissed at her bare neck, she could feel his other
hand, which had a grace and dexterity no matter what they were doing,
undoing the button on the gown.
As she moaned happily she felt her nightgown slide down her body
into a pile at her feet. The air was cool and refreshing on her naked
body, the light breeze coming through the open window bringing up goosebumps
over her body. She felt a thrill rush through her, her nerves fired up
by a mixture of her husband's lips and the cool air over her body.
Kissing down the slopes of her breasts he spent several seconds, and
what seemed like an eternity to him, lightly kissing and sucking her erect
nipples.
He dropped to his knees, his lips quickly moving down her smooth,
narrow waist and coming to a rest just above her light brown pussy hair.
Yet another thrilling sensation rushed through Crystal's body
as Pietro slid his graceful fingers up between her thighs, parted her
pussylips and blew lightly on them. Her cuntlips quivered, almost as if
in anticipation of what she knew was coming.
With a smile flitting across his face, Pietro teased her by
lightly blowing on and kissing her outside cuntlips, then flicking the tip
of his tongue over her pink lips. He slid it from side to side, hitting
her inner lips lightly, not pressing into her but coming close, driving the
Inhuman beauty wild with desire.
She moaned happily, wanting to yell at him to hurry it up, to
tongue fuck as hard and fast as he could. But she didn't, knowing that
as hard and fast as he could would probably make her pussy smoke.
Instead, she contented herself with sliding her fingers between
his white hard and gripping both sides of his head. She pushed forward
lightly, pushing his tongue forward into her. He took the hint and
drove his tongue deep inside of her pussy, ramming along the underside of
her clit as parting her tight little pussy with his hard, pointed tongue.
Crystal's body quivered and she moaned happily, grinding her hips forward
into his face.
End Part 3/37
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