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JLA/Avengers - The Forgotten, Part Four.
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Green Arrow Versus Hawkeye.
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Clint and Conner suddenly found themselves in a room filled with
straw dummies, targets and moving obstacles.
"What the?" asked Hawkeye, knocking aside a punching bag that
swung towards him.
"Okay, this is too weird," said Conner,"What is this, the
workout room from hell?"
"Gentlemen," came The Unforgotten’s voice, as if from all around
them,"You will each find that you have an equal number of arrows in
your quivers. The winner of this battle will be determined not just by
your archery skills, but by dexterity, agility and foresight. The first
of you to draw blood will be declared the winner."
"Okay, maybe I missed the briefing," Conner began,"But is... hey!"
He lept nimbly aside, an arrow missing him by a hairsbreadth.
"Excellent!" laughed The Forgotten’s voice,"It seems Mr Barton has
that killer instinct!"
Hawkeye didn't say a thing, he was already sliding behind a straw
dummy, a light sheen of sweat over his body. He was worried, the kid was
fast! Moving with a natural dexterity and grace tempered by obvious
training.
He bounced up from behind the dummy, firing another of his plain
arrows at Green Arrow, hoping to scratch him and claim first blood.
Conner still stood where he had leaped to safety earlier, but
he easily swivelled out of the arrows path.
- Lucky for me the kid doesn't have that killer instinct! -
Hawkeye thought to himself, diving aside as Conner fired an arrow with
an almost reluctant look on his face.
"Hah! Missed!" laughed Hawkeye, easily leaping aside.
"Wasn't aiming at you," replied Conner, glumly,"Look."
Ordinarily Clint would never look, but the boy's obvious innocence
kept him from suspicion, and he turned to look at the straw dummy, with an
arrow embedded smack in the middle of the target.
"If I wanted to, I could take you down," he said to Hawkeye,"But
I'm not gonna jump through hoops for anybody, I'm certainly not going to
go for first blood... what about you?"
Hawkeye nodded,"You've got heart, kid," he said,"And I want to
be just as noble as you, but there's a whole Universe at stake."
He fired a concussion arrow, which smashed into the wall behind
where Conner had been only moments ago. The kid was firing as he
somersaulted away, and even as Hawkeye was ducking down and rolling
away he saw how the young hero grabbed arrows he had already fired as
they came into reach.
"I can re-use my arrows again and again," he yelled, ducking
behind a straw dummy and sliding out of range of the sonic blaster
arrow Clint had just fired,"Do those fancy arrows of yours work more
than once?"
As the young son of the original Green Arrow finished talking,
he realised he'd been concentrating so much on picking up his spent
arrows that he hadn't taken note of if Hawkeye was moving or not.
- DARN! - he yelled at himself, - Stupid rookie mistake! -
He looked about carefully, and saw with shock that an arrow with
a large, ominous looking gray shell at it's head was pointing roughly
in his direction from behind a large target.
Carefully, he grabbed an arrow from his quiver, at the same
time pretending he hadn't noticed the arrow and was still looking for
Clint. He set the arrow in the bow, pulled it back slightly and then
came up fast, shooting right at the arrowhead... bullseye! The room
exploded with light, blinding the inexperienced young hero who staggered
back.
Slowly his eyes started to clear, and looking up he saw Hawkeye
perched on a pile of straw bales not five feet away, an arrow cocked in
it's bow and pointing right at him. With numb shock and disbelief he
realised what sort of arrow it was.
He made a clumsy attempt to duck, but he was still disorientated
from the light burst (which he now realised had been set up by the
more experienced Avenger to trick him), and the arrow smashed into his
face, dropping him onto his ass.
Clint picked up the arrow and smiled.
"Haven't used this baby for years, I wondered why I still even
kept it in my quiver."
And Conner, sitting on the ground with blood welling from his
nose, said,"A punching bag arrow? Man, Dad would just love this!"
Winner - Hawkeye -
--
Despite Clark's initial enthusiastic entrance, once he was on
the bed he became shy, almost timid.
She smiled warmly at him as he reached up with a hand that was
lightly trembling and caressed one of her full, plump breasts. She slid
her own hands over his hard chest, her fingers lightly rubbing at his
nipples even as he did the same to hers. A look of loving concern was
set on his face, he wanted to badly for her to enjoy this, to make their
first time together something special.
Wanda knew just what was needed to put him at ease, leaning
forward so her firm, proud breasts pressed their warmth into his
surprisingly gentle hands, she lightly kissed his chest, and then began
to work her way down his stomach towards his crotch.
His cock, of course, was hard as a rock and almost pointing
right at her face, almost as if to point out that it knew what she was
going to do even if Clark didn't.
She lowered her hand down his chest, past her own mouth and
Clark's rigid manhood, and lightly tickled his scrotum, sending a
shiver of anticipation throughout his entire body.
"Ahhhh, Wanda!" he gasped, then his eyes practically bugged out
of his head as he felt her warm, welcoming lips kiss up the side of
his close to ten inches of fuckmeat.
"Wanda," he moaned,"You don't have to do this if you don't
want to...."
Even as he spoke his mind was screaming at him for being a
fool.
"Shhh," she whispered, coming to the head of his cock, which if
anything was growing harder,"I do want this, more than you can know."
And then before he could say anything else stupid he felt the
wet warmth of her mouth engulfing his cockhead, and all thoughts of
anything else fled.
Wanda swirled her tongue up and over, around and under the
cock head, not taking anymore of his cock in just yet. He had a (if
you'll pardon the pun) super-cock, and she knew she'd have to take it
slow if she didn't want her mouth to hurt for a week. As she heard
Clark groan in pleasure, she slid her tongue up to the tip of his
cock and pressed lightly at his pisshole for a few seconds, then
continued on with her tongue-bath of his cock.
She felt Clark shudder as the sensations of her wonderful
tongue ran through his crotch and throughout his nervous system,
sending confused messages of pleasure to his brain. Wanda grinned
around his cock, then spread her lips a little wider and began to
take even more of her newly-wed husbands cock into her mouth. She let
her tongue slide down the underside of his dick as she took another
couple of inches in, stopping finally when she had five inches of
cock down her throat.
"Yeeesss! Wanda that's so good!" he moaned, his hands kneading
her wonderful breasts.
His pleasure pleased her, there was nothing like the feeling
you got when you knew you had brought someone pleasure, she thought,
and promptly gave him another two inches of pleasure.
Her mouth was feeling fairly stretched to the limits now, and
so she began to pull her mouth up of his cock, coming almost to the
point where Clark thought the blowjob was over, and then she was
lowering her head down again, her mouth travelling further down his
shaft this time, taking his cock deeper into her oral orifice.
She sucked gently on his meat with her full lips as her
fingers lightly massaged his balls, which were now only a couple
of inches from her chin.
As Clark revelled in the sensations, Wanda's head bobbed up
and down, moving from the head of his cock and back down, getting
closer and closer to the base of his dick with every stroke of her
beautiful mouth. Then finally, with an almighty effort the beautiful
red head fully deepthroated the alien son of Krypton, her
lips coming to rest at the base of his cock, his pubic hair pushing
against her nose, his balls resting flush against her chin. Wanda
knew the sensation must be driving Clark crazy, and she slid her
tongue firmly along the underside of his fuckmeat to send him even
further down the path.
"Aaahhh, yeah, that's so good Wanda," he moaned,"Your mouth
around my cock feels so good.... having my dick in your mouth is...
uh!"
Before Wanda could stop it, or even pull away, Clark hunched
up and his hands instinctively grabbed her head, his fingers pushing
through her long, luxurious red hair. He head her steady and
pumped his hips once, twice, three times, shooting cum down her
throat with the appropriate grunts of pleasure.
After shooting his last load, he continued to press every
inch of cock into her mouth that he could for a few seconds, then
he slowly relaxed and lowered his butt back to the bed, releasing
his grip on Wanda's head.
The beautiful young reporter pulled her mouth of his saliva
coated penis and looked up at him with a smile.
"Enjoy?"
He nodded, too breathless to speak.
She wiped her mouth and lay down on the bed next to him.
"Too bad, I wanted that big dick of yours in my pussy as
soon as possible, now we'll have to wait."
She closed her eyes for a second, then felt Clark's hand on
her shoulder.
"Hmmm?"
"Wanda," he said, she opened her eyes and saw that he was
grinning. Looking down she saw his cock was rock-hard and apparently
ready and willing to go for round 2.
"Wanda," he repeated,"They don't call me Superman for nothing!"
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Martian Manhunter Vs Binary.
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Despite his incredible speed, he almost wasn't fast enough.
As soon as J'onn and Carol had appeared in the strange, glowing
blue dome of energy, her combat training had taken over and she'd fired
a blast of energy at him. Twisting to the side, her blast singed the
ends of his blue cape, and then he was floating up and away from her.
"Down you go, tall green and ugly!" yelled Carol and blasted
at him again, the energy burning from her clenched fist, raised above
her in a dramatic gesture.
The Martian Manhunter dodged this one a little easier, having
had time to see the blast coming, and not being at such close proximity
to her.
His eyes burned red and Martian Vision smashed into her, knocking
her to the ground. He instantly cut off the eyebeams, hoping this had
been enough to knock her out. But Carol did not go down so easily, she
lept to her feet and growling her defiance she flew up after him. He
drew backwards and his cape touched the glowing blue dome, through
which he could see seemingly endless expanses of desert, touched it and
caught on fire.
"Hahhhh!" he cried, stripping the cape from his body and throwing
it with his considerable strength. It happened to hit Binary, who burnt
it away with little more than a thought.
J'onn dropped to the ground, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and
his teeth gritted, his race's instinctual fear of fire threatening to
overtake everything else of importance.
Carol dropped to the ground beside him, eyeing him warily, as if
expecting some sort of trap. Then her manner relaxed and she stepped
forward, a sneer crossing her face.
"You're scared of fire, aren't you? How pathetic?"
He took a swipe at her, but she lept nimbly back.
"What's the matter, you burn down the house back when you were
a kid?" her tone was derogatory, sarcastic,"Shit, and here I thought you
were going to be tough!"
He was standing again, and attempting to regain his composure, now
that the flame was gone, disintegrated by the destruction of his cape, his
fear had disappeared with it.
"Fear of fire is but an instinctual reflex of my people, and it is
severe in my case because I lost my wife and daughter to flame... but I
will not allow it to stand in the way of my duty. I have overcome it
before and if necessary could overcome it again."
"Nice words," she said, dropping into a confident, ready battle
stance. Any worries she had had about her ability to take him down
now that her powers had become diminished had disappeared when she had
seen him drop and cower on the floor,"But I get the feeling that if I
flicked a zippo you'd be pissing your pants and crying for mommy!"
"As I said," replied J'Onn, calm now, knowing this battle could
be won without further physical violence,"I am able to overcome my
weakness, can you overcome yours?"
"What?" she replied, impatient, wanting to get in close where
he wouldn't be able to move so fast and blast him into next week.
"I mean to say," replied J'Onn, unperturbed,"That how can you
overcome your alcoholism when you won't even acknowledge it?"
Her eyes grew wide, this was the second time that a member of
this team had brought up her drinking problem, what were they, mind
readers or something?
In fact J'Onn WAS telepathic, and had been able to get into her
mind and see that she was in fact an alcoholic, her subconscious knowing
it even if her conscious mind would not accept it.
"I don't have a drinking problem," she replied,"That's Ton...uhh,
I mean Iron Man's department."
"How many drinks have you had today?" he asked her,"One? Two?
maybe more? Was it even evening when you left your world?"
"Shut up!" she yelled, forgetting her battle stance and standing
up straight, making an excellent target if he chose to attack her, which
he didn't... yet.
"Is that a new cocktail? this Shut up?" asked J'Onn, his
expression not changing, only a curious look on his face,"How many of
those do you have, just to help you unwind? Or perhaps to relax you after
a hard day?"
"Shut up! shut up! Shut up!" she screamed at him,"I don't have a
drinking problem! You don't even know me, and if I take to odd drink to
get me through the day so what!"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up?" asked J'Onn, the same curious look
on his face,"Does that mean you had three of these wonderful cocktails
of yours to... how did you justify.. uh, I mean explain it... to get
you through the day?"
"FUCK UP!" she screamed and lunged at him, her hands extended
like claws, the pure power of a white hole at her fingertips. But J'Onn
had been ready, and easily sidestepped. Her impetousness carried her
forward and into the glowing blue dome, which J'Onn was sure had been set
up by The Forgotten to limit their mobility and lead them into a arms
down, all out brawl till one dropped.
Carol screamed as she hit the dome. At her full power, when she
took on her Binary form, she could have withstood the pain quite easily,
and maybe even destroyed the dome. But her powers had become diminished,
and it was her skin, a hybrid of human and Kree, that came into contact
with the energy.
Blue light crackled off her, and she kicked and jerked, in her
pain and fear she desperately tried to push through the dome instead of
pulling away.
J'Onn was shocked to see her clothes catch alight and her hair
begin to smoke, he made to take a step forward, but the heat from the
flames made him hesitate.
"Pull backwards!" he yelled,"Pull out!"
But she continued to scream and try to push through the
forcefield, and when he tried to take control of her mind it was too
jumbled and insane with red images of pain to get ahold off.
He hesitated a moment more, then plunged forward and grabbed
her about the waist, the fire on her costume and the blue light from the
dome sending shockwaves through his nervous system. He pulled back with
a great heave, and the two of them fell back. She fell onto him, and he
immediately pushed her off and rolled her over to put the flames out.
His own skin was charred and burned, and his blood was racing at
what felt like a thousand miles an hour, but he felt a strange feeling,
almost like pride, that he had not only overcome his fear of fire again,
but that he had taken at least a step to save his Universe. Then the
feeling fell away as he recalled that to save his Universe, the other
must die... and not just die but be erased from all history. An
unmistakable feeling of guilt washed over him... but what choice did he
have?
"Bravo," said a quiet voice, The Forgotten no doubt, probably
speaking through some sort of speaker system in the floor. The Manhunter
was interested to note the voice sounded unsure of itself... perhaps
it had not predicted this outcome?
"To tell the truth," said The Forgotten quietly,"I expected you
to lose... well done."
"Save your commendations," replied Manhunter, looking down on
Binary's burnt body,"And do something to help this woman."
- Winner - The Martian Manhunter.
--
Remarkably, Clark was one of the perhaps five percent of men
who wasn't lying when he said he had never masturbated. During his
puberty he had had wet dreams of course, and one memorable evening back
in Smallville he had shot his load in his pants while dryhumping
Lana Lang, but over the last ten years of so he had actually never
cum until a few minutes ago when he blew his load in Wanda's mouth.
At that point he had wondered how anything could feel any
better than that, a nice warm, wet and willing mouth.
Now he knew better.
Kneeling in front of Wanda, he had taken his cock in hand and
positioned it at her pussy. He could swear he could feel the heat
radiating from the pink treasure, and just looking at her parted cuntlips
and neatly trimmed, red pussy hair had nearly made him blow his load
again. Her vagina gleamed with a light sheen of natural lubrication,
she had gotten off on sucking his dick, and now her entire body was
on fire with anticipation at the thought of having that big dick of
his crammed as deeply into her cunt as was possible.
Now in position, Clark pushed forward slightly, parting her
cuntlips and allowing the head of his cock to press inside. He gasped
at the tight, velvety feel of it, and this was just the head!
Slowly, he leaned forward over her body as he pushed slowly
into her, her cunt spreading apart before his cock, taking in inch after
inch. She moaned in pleasure as she felt him fill her up, and he matched
her moans as he felt a cunt for the first time... and liked it.
With five inches inside of her, Clark had her cuntlips spread
as far as necessary, with a push he slammed another four inches (all
that would fit) up into her cunt, making his beautiful, red headed
wife scream in pleasure.
"YES!" she cried,"OH YES IT'S SO BIG!"
Clark grinned, his cock swelling even more if that was possible
as he heard her words.
He had a hold on her waist, and as he pulled out and then
pushed back in again, he dragged her with him, sliding her up and down
along the sheets of the bed as he began to fuck her faster and
faster. What he lacked in experience he more than made up for in
enthusiasm, and he was soon fucking her with a vengeance. Her head
snapped back and forward and she was make a loud,'ahhhhhhhhh' sound
as she pushed and pulled with him, throwing her entire body into the
fuck. They slammed their hips together and ground their pelvises
against each other with a frenzy, fucking each other like there was
no tomorrow.
He had started to lean forward over her body at first, but
now he was on her knees again, holding her waist with one of his
arms while other supported his back. Suddenly, unexpectedly he
lifted her up so they were face to face, her large, firm breasts
pressed against his chest. They kissed, tasting each others mouths,
their tongues writhing against the other as Clark pumped his hips
up and she ground her pussy down against his cock. Sweat dripped
freely of their bodies, and Wanda's juices ran down both their thighs
as she came, breaking the kiss and screaming in ecstasy, her body
shuddering with desire, arching her back and throwing those big tits
of her forwards, the nipples erect and openly inviting Clark, who took
the opportunity and leaned forward, taking one in his mouth and sucking
on it.
Wanda's hips were almost frantic now, bouncing up and down
frenetically, trying to get every last inch of that glorious fuckpole
of Clark's inside of her. Her clitoris was on fire, buzzing with
pleasure as her cunt gripped down tightly on the cock fucking her,
desperately trying to milk his cum from him so he could shoot it
deep up her pussy. Her head was still thrown back, her read hair now
a tangled, sweaty mess, was hanging down and brushing against the
firm globes of her milky white ass, and even that was driving her
crazy.
For his part, Clark couldn't believe the sensations overcoming
him, he was powerless to control his body, and what's more he had no
desire to. For one of the first times in his life he was actually
letting go and allowing sensation to control him. The hot slickness
of Wanda's pussy was a hot commodity, the only weakness he had that
could stop him from being Superman. He envisioned long nights at
home, fucking his beautiful wife everywhere and anywhere that he
was able. On the table, the floor, by the fire... heck, with his
powers he could fuck her on the ceiling!
He loved having her tits in his mouth, sucking on the rock
hard nipples and the firm, fat flesh around it. He alternated
between them as he slammed his cock harder and harder, faster and
faster into her pussy, leaving one saliva and sweat coated breast
for the other, then slipping back.
He could hear Wanda moaning an,'ah, ah, ah, ah, ah' in time
to his thrusts, and knowing that she was loving this just as much as
he was just made it all the more pleasurable.
That was it, he could take no more, he quickly lowered Wanda
back onto the bed, not missing a thrust, and then pulled back so he
was on his knees facing her again, gripping her by the hips and
fucking her hot, tight pussy for all he was worth. Wanda's cunt
held on just a tightly, squeezing and milking his dick, begging for
him cum... and he complied.
Grabbing her hips even more firmly and pulling her forward
as he thrust, so every last possible inch was pushed inside of her, he
released what little control he had left and shot his sperm, firing
it deep up her pussy.
"Huunnnh, yes!" he groaned as he fired a couple more streams,
and then the strength went out of his body and he fell back, falling
off the bed. His cock made a sucking noise as it was pulled out of
Wanda's gushing cunt.
After a few minutes, Clark slid one elbow onto the bed and
smiled at her. She lay with arms and legs splayed to the side, a huge
smile on her face and her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she
caught her breath.
"Wow," he said,"Not bad, eh Lois?"
"Not at all," she replied,"I... huh? Who's Lois?"
Clark look confused,"You... I mean, aren't.... what's happening?"
"Vision?" she whispered, looking shocked,"I don't know you, who
are you....."
And then her hex broke....
End Part Four Of Fifteen.
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