Request fics

Disney Sex Magic

“So you see,” Tony said, “these colonists, they’re going to look like me--”

“Good,” Pocahontas said, with a little bob that did interesting things all throughout her body, most of it exposed by the little Coachella dress she was wearing. “You look good.”

“Thanks,” Tony said, “but no, probably not many of them will be able to grow as nice beards or… anyway, just watch out for them. You know. Keep one eye open or they will fuck you.”

“Fuck?”

“Yeah, fuck.”

“We’re going to be fucked?”

Tony nodded. “Yeah, fucked hard.”

“I know how to be fucked hard,” Pocahontas said, and stripped away her dress, leaving her with only a boned chestplate between her breasts and some wampum beads around her waist.

“Do you?” Tony asked, knowing better than to let a straight line like that get away. 

He kissed Pocahontas hard, finding her instantly pressing herself against him, her breasts flush against his chest, her hands caressing his face as if unused to the hair there. He sucked on her lower lip and she pulled herself away, only to kiss him again her own way, forcing her tongue against his. He reached down her warm belly to her pubis, finding that her own fingers were already busy playing with herself. 

He forced them aside and burrowed into her, Pocahontas gasping as her sex parted for him and she found herself wrapped around his fingers. He made a come-hither gesture with his middle and ring fingers, stroking them along the upper side of her cleft until they came to her G-spot. Pocahontas mewled loudly, her entire body stiffening. She slapped at his upper arms as he felt out the sensitivity inside her just enough to keep her off an even keel. 

“What is that place you’ve found?” she asked breathlessly. 

“The, uh, Tony Spot.”

“Do all colonists know where it is?”

“Just me, baby, just me.”

Simpering on the tips of his fingers, Pocahontas melted down to the ground with Tony following her. He pushed her chestplate aside and buried his face in her breasts, kissing the tender skin up one slope and down the other. He deliberately missed her G-spot a few times with his fingers, only to stroke it even harder every second or third trip his fingers made. 

Pocahontas grew warmer and more frenzied, her naked hips squirming, her back muscles grinding against the ground, her legs even kicking out harmlessly. Tony unzipped his pants and brought his cock out. Sensing its nearness, Pocahontas spread her thighs. He took his hand away from her pussy, lubricated himself with Pocahontas’s own juices, and entered her. Pocahontas sucked air through her teeth as she suddenly found herself very, very full.

“Perhaps!” she stammered quaveringly. “I do not know how to be fucked hard…”

“You’re gonna learn,” Tony said, and he drew himself up high before thrusting down into her, Pocahontas crying out like she’d wounded her knee.

“Well, tall, dark, and handsome at least--but you’re not Matt,” Felicia said, eying the black-suited figure who had been frequenting Hell’s Kitchen as much as Daredevil once had. It’d been some work chasing him down. She didn’t think she’d managed to corner him, just that he’d gotten tired of having her parkouring after him. “Matt was fun. Are you fun?”

“It would depend on one’s definition of fun.” His voice was gently lyrical, like a nightclub singer warming up to launch into a number. It seemed too warm for such a serious, solemn demeanor. “By your provocative overtures, may I take it you’re attracted to me?”

“Well, someone’s confident,” Felicia replied. “Let’s say that I am. What’re you gonna do about it?”

“I am not busy at the moment. And you are a quite lovely woman. Perhaps you would care to remove your clothes and become lovelier still?”

Felicia smiled as she unzipped her catsuit--more than it already was. “The direct approach. You’re lucky--I’ve had all the will they won’t they I can take over in Manhattan.”

“Manhattan is not my concern,” he answered easily, though she thought she caught some husk in his voice as he watched her undressing. 

Felicia brought her zipper to its lowest point below her slit, fingered the edges aside so that her breasts could burst out and push the sides open. Her costume was now spread in a big U down to her pussy, Felicia as exposed as she could be while still wearing a costume.

And she liked it with the costume on.

“I’ve shown you mine,” she lulled out, drawing her tongue over her lower lip. She was gratified when he pulled down a zipper that appeared almost magically from the featureless expanse of his clothed groin. With it pulled lower than Felicia’s, T’Challa drew out his cock. His skin was even darker than his costume, making it hard for her to believe that was all him and not some trick of shadows. But it was real. When it started to get hard, she just knew it was real.

“Mmmm… maybe us black cats should stop dating outside the species,” Felicia tittered, lying down on her back, her legs steepled, her elbows under her to prop her up. She was ready to fuck, but she held an aggressive stance so he knew she wouldn’t just be lying there and taking it. She intended to join in and king or no, he’d just better keep up.

T’Challa knelt down between her open legs, his strong hands gripping her hips and drawing her up. Felicia cooed a little at the certainty of his hold on her. He absolutely knew what he intended to do with her.

Pulling her crotch into his lap, he entered her. Felicia couldn’t help but whimper a little. It didn’t have the anticipation of seducing Spider into bed, but when there was that much cock going into her, did it matter how long it took to get it? “The direct approach,” Felicia hummed approvingly. 

She flexed her hips, undulating her belly up to him, and he let her do her little dance for a moment before he used his hold on her lower body to drive her back and forth upon his member. Now Felicia didn’t just let her face twitch; she moaned happily. She’d set the pace, but T’Challa was keeping to it with all the power she could ask for. She drove her claws into the rooftop and rocked against his thrusts from her newly braced position, gasping as he delved into her deeper than ever. God--could he have been holding back before? Giving her room to join in as enthusiastically as she wanted… or leaving her enough rope to hang herself?

She sat up, pounding herself against him, meeting his eyes as her body quivered and shook with both the force of the impacts and her own pleasure struggling to be contained within her body. She cried out--not used to making such a sound involuntarily--then Felicia groaned even louder. Fuck, he was deep, and making her feel tight, making her feel stretched. 

“Fuck me,” she husked, enunciating both words with dry lips, still looking him in his eyes as they glazed with lust and a wild determination to meet her own ferocity. “Fuck me!” His hips jolted as he drove against her, dark flesh slapping against her pale groin, even the white hairs of her crotch buzzing as he went into her, fast, so fast, she was used to him being big but not so damn fast…

She pulled herself off of him, her ass collapsing to the rooftop, and finding the rough stone sharp as a bed of nails on her suddenly tender flesh. Her inner thighs quivered, and she clamped down on the tension shattering even inside her vacated sex, a blush of wetness and warmth pressing down on her pussy as heavily as a hand. She was coming, she could feel it trickling out of her, and even the feel of the night air on her core was like fingers being added to a sex already stuffed with pleasure.

“Shit!” she gasped at last, actually having to cover her groin with her gloved hands to keep the tender sensitivity from really getting into her. One more little gust of wind and she might’ve either come against or lost her mind in pained intensity. “I guess you do have what it takes to fill in for Matt.”

“I will endeavor to,” he said, tucking himself away as if nothing had happened at all. He hadn’t come, but that was okay--Felicia was sure she would get another chance to make him.