Do It For Charity update

Nebula knelt over Peter’s face, looking down at him. She liked what she saw in his eyes and felt him run his hands along her body—over the fleet power of her thighs, sending tremors all throughout her long, lean legs, and then he fondled her ass, squeezing and massaging her supple cheeks, lavishing them with caresses as if she were some beauty and not a cybernetic… It made her feel things in her groin, and as she kept looking into his eyes, she knew Peter felt them too.

“You want me?” she asked him, her guttural voice barely able to make it into the harsh demand she’d intended. “You want my ass? You want my body?”

“All of it,” he told her, his hands making their way to her hips and exerting a subtle pressure downward. 

For his part, Peter nestled before the shrine of Nebula’s ready cunt, dazzled by its beauty. His prick ached to enter her pussy, pumping, fucking, being milked by the glossy folds inside of her. And Nebula saw that raw need in his eyes.

Her lips parted moistly. She found herself going along with the motion, slowly lowering herself to his mouth. He really wanted her pussy. He really wanted to eat her, as he had Gamora, like they were both two courses in a meal he planned to gorge himself on. Perhaps appetizer and main course—or main course and dessert.

Her sex touched his lips now. He fastened his mouth to her with thrilling greed and then he sucked her, his arms on top of her thighs to hold her down in place, his hands rubbing over her hips, her waist, the cheeks of the ass he’d so enjoyed touching before. 

Nebula looked over her shoulder, suddenly wondering what Gamora was doing, wanting to share this with her. Her sister knelt between Peter’s legs, her breasts wrapped around the shaft of his manhood as her lips wrapped around its head. Nebula could see how much Gamora wanted him to tit-fuck her. It wasn’t just the lascivious satisfaction of having his enormous cock pulsing between her breasts. It was that she wanted to see every lustful detail of Peter’s prick and balls in operation as he ate out Nebula. 

Yes, Nebula thought, look at how hard it makes him to eat my cunt. Feel how powerfully he throbs as he wants to make my pussy his.

***

This was ridiculous. Normally, Mary Jane would be all sugar and spice as she rounded up a villain. Quipping, making fun of them, acting like it was no big deal, while on the inside she was all business. It was like she’d prepared for it all her life, both with her acting and her whole party girl thing.

Now she was the opposite. Seeing Scorpia wrapped up in webbing, struggling and writhing as she tried to break free, shouldn’t have had any effect on MJ, but it was enough to shut her up. She watched Scorpia pull against her bonds, her skintight costume showing every jiggle and clench of her muscular body as she sought to free herself. It turned Mary Jane on. She was silent and efficient on the outside, while on the inside, she was roiling.

And despite the fact that she’d just had sex with Gwen, there was something… unfulfilled in her. She wondered if Peter ever tried bondage with any of his women. He was so smart with his webbing and webshooters, and now he had all the whores in the Ball. And of course, they wouldn’t be able to get enough of him, with his wit and charm and good looks—they’d probably be lining up to let him do whatever they wanted with him.

Mary Jane tried calling Peter again. The phone rang and rang, but he wasn’t picking up.

***

“Like this?” Peter asked, his voice barely audible between Nebula’s clenching thighs. “Am I… doing it right?”

“Yes!” Nebula crooned, her voice breaking with electronic distortion. The computers interfaced with her mind simply had no idea how to process the sensory input they were receiving now. His tongue was twisting through her pussy, stirring up new desires everywhere it went, making her need more and more even as her pleasure grew exponentially. She couldn’t believe she was on the verge of climax so soon. “Fuck, yes! Give me your tongue, you bastard! You have to—make me feel this way—forever! Gahhh!”

Her dark eyes quivered, going blank, then lit up incandescent with anger, rage that she hadn’t felt this before, that so much of her life had passed without someone doing this to her. She was almost there—she was so close—

Then the bed was rushing up to meet her, groaning under her heavy cyborg body as the feeling departed her sex, her arousal lingering with sickly need. Nebula automatically clasped her hands between her legs, but the feel of her hands, both mechanical and unaugmented, was all wrong. She needed Peter back.

He was sitting up, his hands on Gamora’s head, easing her up off his member. “Nebula, go get the baby oil. I want to fuck your sister in the ass and I really don’t want to split her in half.”

Nebula seethed. He couldn’t do this to her! She’d been right about to come! It was enough to make her throw Peter to the ground and ravage him, but Gamora would doubtlessly take his side.

Gamora favored her with a sharp look. “You heard the client, sister. He’s not paying to give you orgasms. He’s paying for us to be his whores. Maybe you’ll enjoy yourself more if you remember that.”

Nebula let out a agonized groan of frustration as she stalked to get the lubricant. Her cunt felt swollen, on fire. And yet, she was more turned on than ever. Her sister was right. She couldn’t be dominant here. She’d have to be a whore if she wanted to get off.