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Age Of Onslaught
Part 4/37
The son of Magneto's tongue slid in out of her, hard and pointed
like a little dildo. Pushing forward it slid alongside her tight little
cuntwalls, his nose pressing firmly against her clitoris. He lifted
his head up and down slightly so that her clit was getting stimulated
even as he tongue fucked her pussy.
Her moans and cries of passion had been steadily increasing as
he ate out her pussy, now she let out a cry of joy and came, her juices
flooding over his tongue and into his mouth, running down his chin and
dripping down to the ground. Her hands gripped down tight on his head
and she slammed her hips forward, driving Pietro's face deep between her
thighs. He continued to slide his tongue in and out, occasionally pulling
nearly all the way out and sliding the tip of his tongue up and down her
parted, juicy cuntlips.
After sucking up as much of his wife's pussyjuice as he could,
he pulled his face - dripping with her juices - away from her cunt and
grinned up at her. He stood and slid one arm around her waist, then leaned
forward and kissed her. She could taste her own juices on his tongue as
it slid between her lips and she eagerly sucked on it.
He lowered her to the ground, the plush carpet soft and yielding
on her body. She parted her legs eagerly, raising her hips up and begging
him to fuck her.
He dropped to his knees once again, then moved forward and grabbed
his cock in hand. Guiding his long, lean dick forward he pressed it
against the opening to her cunt and held it there. Then he positioned
himself so he lay over her, his face to hers, his chest to her breasts,
and his cock to her cunt.
With an eager groan echoed by Crystal, he pushed forward and his
cock pressed in, parting her tight cunt and sliding into her.
"Ahhhh," he moaned happily,"Tight."
She giggled happily in post-orgasmic bliss, loving the feel
of his cock inside of her pussy. She smiled slyly at him and contracted
her cuntmucles, causing her pussy to clamp down on his cock for a few
seconds.
Pietro grunted as he felt her pussy gripping down hard on his
cock. He grinned down at her, her body coated in a light sheen, making her
skin seem to glisten. Her breasts heaved up and down as he began pumping
in and out. He loved watching her tits bounce as he fucked her, slow at
first, then faster and faster. He would pull out almost to the point
of complete withdrawal, then he slammed back as deep into her as he could,
cramming as much of his cock into her as he could.
He gripped her plump, milky white breasts in his hands and began
squeezing and kneading them as he pumped his cock in and out of her tight,
wet, clasping pussy.
She moaned happily as she looked down the length of her body at
his cock ramming in and out of her hot little snatch. Once more she could
feel that familiar heat building up within in her body as another orgasm
approached. He had certainly kept his word, fucking her at normal speed
like must be incredibly difficult for him and she was appreciating every
last second of it.
"Feels so good," she moaned, her hands sliding over his lean,
muscular chest,"Fuck me, fuck me Pietro!"
She tried to hold off cumming, loving the feel of his cock slamming
in and out of her cunt, rasping against her clit and adding to the pleasure
building up in her body.
Pietro's face was clenched down tight, he was struggling not to
go too fast, wanting to give her more pleasure, wanting her to cum again.
But he could only handle so much, his body was screaming to fuck
her faster and unconsciously he was speeding up, which was causing the
sensations throughout her body to increase.
Crystal began bucking her hips up and down, slamming her cunt as
hard against his cock as she could. She was screaming at him to fuck her,
fuck herfuckherfuckherfuckfuckfuckfuck!
Pietro's eyes bugged out of his head as he felt her cunt clamp
down hard around his cock once more. This time, however, it didn't let
go. As he continued to pull out and push in, the friction incredible
now due to the tightness of her orgasming cunt, and without warning his
body took over. He slammed in and out of her faster and faster, speeding
up and causing the friction in Crystal's cunt to increase as she came,
sending her pleasure centers into overdrive.
"YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" she squealed as her juices exploded from her
cunt.
"GNNNGGHHHHYYYESSS!!!" he grunted and came, slamming his hips
forward one last time, burying every last inch deep into her cunt as his
sperm shot into her womb.
His body finally relaxed and he fell forward. A few seconds later
he rolled off her body and lay down next to her.
"Pietro," she moaned.
"Yes?" he asked after a few seconds.
"Get a pen and paper," she said,"And write that letter to Penthouse
Forum."
Captain America broke off the communique, Fury - recently returned
from the dead - hadn't been able to tell him anything about Operation
Zero Tolerance.
It didn't surprise him really, once the whole Magnus affair had
finished he'd made instant contact with his Government connections, trying
to find out anything he could about the operation he'd first become aware
of when they'd interfered after their battle with the so-called mutant
son of Apocalypse, Holocaust.
"Computer, Initiate search..." he started, but was cut off by
an alarm.
"Warning, mutagenic signature registered breaching security
zone."
Captain America frowned, the mutants in the team - Quicksilver,
Scarlet Witch and now The Beast - were registered within the computer so
as not to set off the alarm.
"On screen," he said.
On screen a familiar figure appeared, Storm of The X-Men, she
looked exhausted and close to panic. As he watched she dipped in midair,
tried to correct herself, failed and crashed to the ground.
Captain America was already up and moving.
-
Sue read the article again.
"Hmmm?"
"Hmmm?" asked Reed Richards, her husband and leader of The Fantastic
Four.
"Hmmm," she replied, pointing at the article.
"Hmmm," he replied, nodding his head.
She began to re-read it again, then looked up as a shadow passed
over the paper. Reed had stretched out his neck to read the article.
It was an article from The Daily Bugle, written several weeks
earlier but relegated to page eleven due to the highly publicized 'fake
battle' with Magnus.
"Sue Storm - The Invisible Woman - mother, sister, wife and
friend, a role model for millions..." he started to read, after finishing
the article he turned to face her,"So what's the problem, it's basically
a fluff piece, the reporter couldn't find any skeletons in the closet,
despite her best efforts."
The reporter in question had certainly tried, attempting to goad
Sue into revealing some kind of weird 'love triangle' between her, Reed
and Namor The Submariner, Prince Of Atlantis.
"I don't know what it is," she said,"Something seems wrong with
the article, I don't know what."
The communicator beeped, from the living room they heard a muttered
curse, Ben Grimm - The Thing - had just been sitting down to watch the
movie Heat.
"Come on, another day, another mission," said Reed, heading for
the communications room.
Sue stood up and followed him, walking parallel to a muttering,
cursing Thing.
- Mother, sister, wife and friend, mother, sister, wife and
friend, mother, sister, mother, sister, mother. -
The words kept flowing through her head.
-
Israel.
The figure hulked over them, it's head tilted at an impossible
angle, staring at them as if in curiosity. The inside of the helmet
was pitch black, they couldn't even see a shadowy indication of a face
or even the dull gleam of eyes.
"Magneto?" asked Forge, staring up at the gigantic, hulking
figure whose armor indeed bore resemblance to Magneto's.
As one they screamed in pain as white hot agony lanced through
their heads. They clutched their hands to the sides of their heads as
if they could block out the noise, falling to their knees.
All except Cable and X-Man.
Cable dropped to one knee, his face gritted in concentration,
teeth clenched, sweat beading on his forehead, his eye flaring bright
yellow as he pushed back the sharper edges of the telepathic attack,
unable to block it completely.
X-Man stood straight, his head slammed back as the others screamed,
blood shot from his nose and his teeth gritted, then he returned his
gaze to the huge, gleaming red figure.
"That... <koff!>" blood ran from his mouth down his chin,"That
the best you got?"
A light chuckle issued from the mysterious figure in front of
them, behind them Cable was struggling to get back to his feet.
Behind X-Man, unnoticed, X-Factor and Deadpool got to their feet,
their eyes blank.
"Come on," growled X-Man, a smile creasing his lips, his teeth
stained red from blood,"Who are, tell me your story, tell me what you
want from me, isn't that what you 'villains' do?"
The figure tilted it's helmet slightly.
- Onslaught - the name spoke clearly in his head, somehow bypassing
his incredibly powerful psi-shields.
"How'd you do that!" roared Nate and blasted the red-armored
figure with a huge burst of psionic energy, he poured the power on,
screaming, releasing the pent up anger that had been building since he came
to this world at the attempted manipulations, the looks he'd gotten from
the X-Men and others, wanting to accept him but fearing him as well.
Then a blast of plasma energy smashed into his back, knocking
him to his knees. The psionic energy bursting from his arms dropped
away, Onslaught was nowhere to be seen.
Nate whirled about and saw X-Factor fighting with Cable, while
Deadpool and Havok approached him. Raw waves of power exuded from Havok,
Nate found himself wondering if that's what others saw when they looked
at him.
"What the hell are you doing?" he growled, yellow fire smoking
from his eye as in the background Cable was finally brought down by
thirty Madroxes leaping onto him.
Havok didn't answer, he just lifted one hand, pointed a finger
and fired a small blast of plasma, knocking the unsuspecting mutant
backwards.
Deadpool lifted his gun and fired, this time Nate raised a shield
in time.
- Here boy! - whispered a voice in his head, he whirled and
blasted at where he thought Onslaught's voice had come from, but the
space was empty.
A plasma burst smashed into a hastily erected psi-shield, but
some of it leaked through, and Forge was resting comfortably, building
a device that Nate was sure meant no good.
- It'll bleed your energy, - whispered Onslaught in his head,
again Nate whirled and blasted psionic energy, at the same time he was
hit with a laser blast from Deadpool and a plasma burst from Havok,
knocking him to the ground, - All that power, and you don't stand a
chance. -
The words started repeating over and over again inside Nate's
mind, mocking him, laughing at him and insulting him with the sickening
ease with which Onslaught and gotten into his mind.
"HOW!" he screamed,"HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT!"
- I'm more powerful, - lied Onslaught, - You are nothing compared
to me, you do not stand a chance against my might! -
In truth Nate was more powerful than ever, or to be precise,
his body was allowing him to deal with higher levels of power than he
should have been capable of. This was due to Fabian Cortez, safely
hidden away and psi-shielded by Onslaught, Cortez's mutant ability allowed
him to drive up the power levels of a mutants ability. The trouble was
that the recipient of this gift burned out quickly, and was only kept going
by being constantly propped up by Cortez feeding them energy. Although
in the case of Nate Grey - a living psionic battery - that would not be
necessary for quite some time. Onslaught hadn't overpowered Nate's
psi-shields, but wheedled his ways through the smallest cracks and flaws
in them. Onslaught had the benefit of Xavier's mind and training, Xavier
was the most skilled and gifted telepath in the world, no one had greater
technique than him except for the bearer of the Mind Gem and now that
ability was Onslaughts, augmented by Magneto's powers and Franklin Richards
reality altering abilities, freed from the restrictions Xavier had always
placed upon himself made him a formidable opponent indeed.
"Liar!" X-Man grunted, lashing out in desperation and capturing
X-Factor in a telekinetic field of stasis. But blood was pouring freely
from his nose, his strength fading, his body not capable of dealing with
the strains placed upon it by his body.
- There is no way you could defeat me alone, - Onslaught said
in his mind, - The only way you could possibly come close to matching me
would be if you combined efforts with another immensely powerful psi, and
I have already dealt with Cable. The only person capable of helping you
now is dead, Legion cannot help you!"
Nate instantly seized upon this like a drowning man grasping
at a straw.
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LegionLegionLegionLegionLegionLegionLegion LegionLegionLegionLegionLegion
LegionLegionLegionLegionLegionLegionLegionLegionLegionLegionLegionLEGION! -
"LEGION!" he screamed, psychokinetic powers mixing with telepathy
and telekinesis in a combination even he didn't understand, lashing out
into the ground, blasting into the remnants of consciousness and energies
of those who had shuffled off this mortal coil.
A huge column of psionic energy burst from the ground, twisting
and turning like a psionic tornado, spinning faster and faster until
finally it burnt out, leaving a slight, lean figure.
Nate dropped to his knees, his body had been pushed past limits
so far now that even Cortez was incapable of propping him up. Blood
flowed from his nose, mouth and ears. Next to him a figure appeared,
this time it was not Onslaught, but Xavier, his eyes shining with a sinister
blue sheen.
"Son," he said warmly, holding out his arms.
"Da.... da..." gasped the figure that Nate had inadvertently
given flesh once more, capturing his essence and forming a body of solid
psionic energy to place it in. It could only be temporary, unlike Madelyne
Pryor, whose mystical powers had somehow enabled her to retain the body
Nate had given her, but Onslaught only needed him for the briefest amount
of time, and then Franklin's powers would be all he needed.
"Yes son," he said,"Come to me."
"Daddy?" gaped Legion, drool falling from his lips, his eyes
dull and glazed, the mad clarity of his insanity when he'd last been in
Isreal was gone. As his name suggested, David Haller - the son of Charles
Xavier - was a multiple personality, and right now the three personalities
warred over his individuality.
"Come to me, son," said Xavier,"Please, I need you, to make my
dream come true."
"Yes, yes," gasped Legion,"Daddy's dream," he smiled
slightly,"You'll be so proud of me Daddy."
He stepped forward and embraced Xavier, and suddenly found himself
clutching onto a huge, armored figure bearing a striking resemblance to
Magneto.
"The Devil!" screamed Legion in terror, and then the chestplate
on his armor tore open and black tendrils gripped Legion by the face,
pulling him in.
-
Mephisto grinned as he looked into the pool, which swirled lazily
clockwise, he lifted one long, graceful red finger.
"Father," growled Blackheart, watching from a dark corner of the
chamber,"That is expressly forbidden."
Mephisto snorted,"My son, that's what makes it so much fun, bending
the rules as much as possible without breaking them."
He slid his finger into the pool, then twisted it around
anti-clockwise until the swirl of the water changed.
-
Far away in one of the deepest corners of the known Universe,
the mighty Falgoran race celebrated the seventh century of benevolent
rule over their ancient enemies and current slaves, the QuinHula.
The Falgoran King grunted as his QuinHula slavegirls worked on
his feet.
"Blowjob," he said, almost disinterested, it was just a matter
of course and the QuinHula woman reacted instantly, pulling apart his
ceremonial robes and taking his soft cock in her mouth.
As he sat there with the same dull look of boredom on his face,
the girl brushing his hair suddenly pulled a knife from her own hair,
pulled him back by the hair and slit his throat.
The King still looked bored, the attack had happened so fast,
but at least he had a wide crimson grin stretching from ear to ear now.
"REVOLUTION!" screamed the handmaiden, pulling her mouth from
his cock. Already pre-planned coordinated attacks would have displaced
all the major royalty in all the major cities. The Falgorans, a class
based race, would be in shock and the QuinHula would conquer, the long
oppression was over at last....
....the crystallization wave washed over the planet and every
single atom was crystallized, it held for a second then collapsed under
it's own weight.
-
"I have you to thank for this," Onslaught said, crouched over Nate,
staring into his eyes, his face still shrouded in impenetrable blackness.
"Wh...<kaff!> What?" grunted Nate, on hands and knees, coughing
up blood.
"You gave me form when you pulled Xavier's astral form into the real
world, allowing him to get out of his coma. Until then I had been forced
to work through him, I was bonded inextricably to his all too weak form,
but now I was capable of creating a real body. All the time you stayed
with us, unbeknownst to Xavier, I was using him to scan your mind and
discover everything I could about the Universe you came from, and now I
want it!"
"You're a fucking loon," growled Nate, struggling to his feet,"You
want my Universe, why not go there? you seem to be able to do everything
else."
"Your Universe was never meant to exist," laughed Onslaught,"It
was brought about when Xavier's son accidentally murdered him in the past,
in a world without Xavier there were no X-Men, and Apocalypse was never
stopped. One Universe cannot exist as long as the other does, for
your Universe to return this one must die."
Still hidden by Onslaughts psi-shields, Cortez was listening to
all this in shock, was Onslaught actually going to wipe out the Universe,
how could he do that? Why would he do it? So he could rule over some
blasted apocalyptic wasteland?
Cortez was a man who enjoyed comfort, he didn't really care about
mutants or humans one way or the other, Cortez only looked out for one
person - Cortez.
"I backed the wrong fucking horse," he growled.
Still, that didn't mean he couldn't change his bets.
-
Empress Lilandra - Majestrix of the mighty Shi'ar Empire - sat
up straight in her bed.
"What?" she gasped,"Beloved?"
She had been dreaming, but about what? Xavier?
"Majestrix!" cried a voice, in front of her appeared the diminutive
figure of the guardian of the M'Kraan Crystal. She gasped and pulled
her sheets up over her naked body, but he did not even glance at the
royal breasts.
"What is....?" she started, then the crystallization wave washed
over them, every last atom made over into crystal. For a second it held,
then it collapsed under its own weight.
-
Onslaught laughed.
"I tell you this, Nate Grey, I will wipe out Xavier as Legion
once did, and the Age of Apocalypse will be reborn."
"Won't... I won't let you," growled Nate, standing on his own
two feet, staggering slightly.
"You are helpless, boy," Onslaught replied,"You pushed your body
past it's limits when you brought back Legion, and now that I have his
powers as well as young Franklin Richards and Magneto's, I can rip open
a hole in the temporal plane and return to the past to murder Xavier."
Nate laughed,"I'd like to see you try when the X-Men, Avengers
and Fantastic Four get here, I sent out a call for them at the same time
that I brought Legion back, even you can't beat all of them."
Onslaught chuckled, a deep noise low in the back of his throat.
"Boy, who do you think bolstered your message?"
-
The Quin-jet sped through the air, heading directly towards
Isreal.
Captain America had already radioed ahead to seek permission to
enter the Isrealian Airspace, and had been surprised when it was given
instantly, no questions asked. He knew reputation went a long way towards
greasing the wheels of bureaucracy, but this was unprecedented.
He was flying the plane along with the Vision, the collected members
of The Avengers, X-Men and Fantastic Four were inside, collected together
based on the words of Jean Grey.
Cyclops had dispatched Storm - their fastest, most experienced
flyer - to the Avengers with the message Jean had given them. Something
was happening in Isreal, something which would have global ramifications.
Jean knew this because she'd been smashed with a huge psionic scream
for help from X-Man, who'd punched through the flux of the astral plane
in his desperation.
They were -
Captain America, Thor, Black Widow, Crystal, Quicksilver, Vision,
Scarlet Witch, Beast, Cyclops, Phoenix, Iceman and Angel, Storm, Wolverine,
Psylocke, Gambit, Rogue, Mr. Fantastic, Invisible Woman, The Thing and The
Human Torch.
They all put a great deal of trust in Jean's judgment, and if
she feared that a world-shattering event was going to take place, then they
took her word for it.
"We're approaching Isrealian airspace," Captain America said over
the intercom,"We're not picking up any strange energy readings, but we
have located several alpha class mutant signatures out in the desert..." he
paused,"They seem to be flickering in and out of detection, like they're
fading out of existence."
Reed raised an eyebrow, his mind already going over possible
explanations for this conundrum.
"We have them on visual," said Captain America,"Cable, X-Man and
members of X-Factor visible, they just seem to be standing in place."
He brought the Quin-Jet down, a perfect landing Ben Grimm had to
grudgingly admit, was there nothing Captain America wasn't good at?
The assorted members of The X-Men, Avengers and Fantastic Four
stepped out warily, looking about for danger, danger of any magnitude,
Earth-shattering of otherwise.
"Cable? Son?" called out Cyclops,"We're here, what's going on here?"
He didn't answer, didn't even turn to face them. None of them
did, the only face they could see was Guido Carosella's - Strong Guy -
who lay on his back in the sand, unconscious.
"Whose the guy in red and black?" asked Ben, pointing,"Isreali
Superhero?"
"Deadpool," replied Captain America,"Mercenary, murderer, assasin
for hire. Who knows what he's doing here."
Reed walked forward, staring in avid curiosity at the frozen
figures, noting the blank expressions on their unseeing faces. None of
them seemed to notice the leader of The Fantastic Four, but they were all
registering as being alive on the equipment he was scanning them with.
"Jean," said Reed, the other Superheroes feeling a little useless
without a menace to face,"Can you sense their minds?"
The beautiful redhead shook her head,"My telepathy is gone Reed."
"Convenient," muttered Reed, poking Cable in the forehead,"He's
solid, but I don't think he's real."
"I can smell them," said Wolverine.
"Yes," said Reed nodding, as if this proved his point,"Whoever
we're dealing with is good."
He began scanning the ground, the air, he nodded.
"I'm registering a build-up of temporal energy," he said,"Which
of course should be having an effect on us, which it is, but it isn't
affecting these," he gestured at X-Factor, Cable and X-Man,"I think they're
psionic constructs."
"Curious," muttered The Beast,"Who has that power."
"I think," said Reed, then the crystallization wave washed over
them.
-
Mephisto licked the water from his finger.
"Time is tasty."
"Don't do it Father," warned Blackheart, although he made no
move to stop him.
"The crystallization wave has washed over the Universe," said
Mephisto,"Now I'll stop Onslaught from killing Xavier, there'll be no
new Universe and Armageddon will begin... my plan is elegant in its
simplicity."
He made to dip his finger into the pool again, but a golden-skinned
hand grabbed his wrist and stopped him.
"Wha?" he gasped, twisting and staring in shock at Adam Warlock,
staring at him grimly. The excess fat was gone, he had shaved and his
stinking clothes were replaced with his familiar red and gold costume with
a large, flowing red cape. Behind him the Silver Surfer held one fist
glowing with cosmic energy in front of Blackhearts face.
"All I know," said Warlock grimly,"Is that the source of the
temporal fluctuations causing the crystallization wave have something to
do with you, and since you're interfering with this time pool, I'm afraid
I can't let that happen."
"Let go of me you idiot!" screamed Mephisto,"You don't know what
you're doing, this'll change everything!"
"That's the idea," replied Adam.
"No! It'll literally change everything! Let go of me!"
"Adam!" cried Pip, unnoticed until now,"It's coming!"
Adam twisted about, it was happening slowly rather than fast,
but the walls of the chamber were changing to crystal.
"I set it up!" screamed Mephisto,"But I'm not the source of the
crystallization!"
"Shit!" cried Adam, releasing Mephisto he threw his robes open,
it grew huge, seemingly growing, and enveloped himself, Pip and The
Silver Surfer.
Then the crystallization wave washed over them.
End Part 4/37
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