Age Of Onslaught [4/37] Marvel Universe (m/f, f/f, oral, anal, orgy, fem. mast., cons, non cons, m+/f) 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 communiqué, 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 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 conversation, 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... " 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 Madrox' 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 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!" he 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. - LegionLegionLegionLegionLegionLegionLegionLegionLegion 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... 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.