Having sex with Marvel Rival characters was one thing. Playing the game was another. Come on, it was a good ass game. Dear wasn't going to leave it alone just because he bagged a couple chicks.
Plus, he lived in a huge mansion. What else could the man do?
The match was intense and dear was in the zone. Controller in hand, fingers dancing across buttons like a seasoned pro buuut not really, he flicked Scarlet Witch and helped melt down tanks. Empty your right click before your primary fire. That was a rule of thumb with Scarlet.
"Come on," he muttered, biting his lip. He hid behind a wall, dodging a barrage of Iron Man's repulsor blasts. "You got this. One more—BOOM! That's what I'm talking about!"
Ultimate was dealt. Reality Erasure, dealing a massive 750 damage within a 15-meter radius, and wiping out half the team. The other wipe was cleaned away by his teammates, securing the convoy. All they needed to do was wait one minute…
Victory.
Heh, nice!
"I still got it! Ohh, and so close to Grandmaster too!"
He had been stuck in diamond for so long. Finally, he was getting somewhere. Had everything to do with his set-up, really. Huge TV screen with speakers and nice, customized controllers too. It was nice to live and bathe in wealth.
🏆 MVP: Scarlet Witch (Player: Dear)
Her winning animation began—the usual one where she floated in a swirl of red energy, hands outstretched, eyes glowing.
Except…
Something was off.
The glow deepened. The background behind her flickered. The red energy swirled faster, wild, uncontained. Scarlet Witch stopped and tilted her head, her lips parting ever so slightly, and her gaze shifted.
Right at him.
Dear sat up straight. "…Wait. What?"
Her eyes flared bright red—and then, with a sudden, gut-punch flicker of static, the TV screen rippled like water.
"Oh."
A pair of gloved hands emerged from the screen.
Then her arms.
Then her face.
Scarlet Witch—Wanda Maximoff herself—crawled out of his television like some cursed horror movie, only way hotter and with less shrieking. Her long crimson coat draped around her like a cape, her wavy auburn, slightly-glowing-red hair cascading down her shoulders in perfectly chaotic waves. She was striking—glamorous, powerful, and still somehow managing to make "crawling out of electronics" look elegant.
Scarlet Witch landed on the floor with a soft grunt and immediately stood up in a fluid motion. Her posture was tense, defensive, but she wasn't hostile. Not yet.
"…Where am I?" she asked, voice low and cautious, her Sokovian accent curling around every syllable. "What manner of world is this?"
Dear blinked. "…I… What?"
She took a few steps forward, unsteady. Her red leather corset, her fingerless gloves, her thigh-high boots—everything was screen-accurate down to the last pixel. Her expression hardened as she lifted her hands, ready to cast—
Except—nothing happened.
Scarlet light sparked weakly at her fingertips… then fizzled out.
Her eyes widened. "What…?" She looked at her hands, palms trembling. "My magic… it's gone."
She stumbled back, breathing uneven. "It—it must've been climbing out of that portal…! It siphoned my Chaos Magic… I can't feel it. I can't feel anything."
Dear, still holding the controller in one hand like an idiot, slowly got up. "Okay, yeah, uh. This is gonna sound weird, but this has happened before. Wanda, right? Can I call you Wanda?"
"How do you know my name?"
"You're a famous ex-Avenger?"
Okay, fair point.
Wanda stared at him. "Then what do you mean it's happened before?"
Dear scratched the back of his neck. "That's, uh… gonna take a while to explain."
"Ngh." Her knees buckled. "What is happening to me?"
"Travelling into my universe is tougher, the stronger your powers are. It's weakening you."
"What…?"
Before she could argue, Dear smiled, approached and swept her up into his arms bridal-style.
"What are you doing?!"
"You look like you're about to pass out. Trust me, this is just easier."
Wanda flushed slightly but didn't resist. Partially because she couldn't. Her arms and legs were weak. It was as he said: the world was nerfing her. "I'm not some helpless—"
"Yup, got it, terrifying witch of legend, now let's get you to a guest room before you faceplant on my hardwood floor."
Dear carried her through the hallway of his ridiculous mansion. Wanda's eyes darted around, still clearly disoriented and overwhelmed by everything—especially the massive marble staircase and crystal chandeliers.
He nudged open the door to a cozy guest room, dropped her gently onto the bed, and pulled the blanket over her.
"Relax," he said, brushing a lock of hair out of her face like it was totally normal to do that to newly-arrived magical superwomen. "I'll get you some water and something to eat. You just… breathe."
Wanda Maximoff watched him go with narrowed eyes, like she wasn't sure whether to hex him or follow him around like a lost kitten. She wanted to get up. "Ngh. Even my arms. Limp."
It was going to be a heavy transition for a woman of her calibre; to go from shaping universes to having nothing.
The smell hit her first.
Rich spices, something buttery and savory sizzling in oil, a sweetness she couldn't place. Her stomach growled loudly and she looked almost offended at herself.
Dear walked in, balancing a tray with that big stupid smile.
"Alright," he said, setting it down on the nightstand. "Homemade butter chicken, garlic naan, jasmine rice, and a tall glass of lemon water. Dig in."
Wanda blinked. "You cooked this?"
He gave her a half-smile. "I have a huge kitchen for a reason. You don't think I use it?"
"..." Wanda, skeptical, picked up a fork and took a bite. Then another. Then a much bigger one. "This is…" she mumbled with her mouth full, "… good."
Dear crossed his arms, smiling kindly. "Told you."
Wanda kept eating, slower now, savoring it. After a minute, she looked up at him, eyes softening just a little.
"…Thank you," she said quietly.
"No problem," Dear said, already heading for the door. "Make yourself at home, Scarlet Witch. You're not the first stray to land here."
"I am no stray. I am…" Well, what was she? Without her powers? Without being the Scarlet Witch? "I require my powers. I cannot…I cannot be who I am without them."
"We're still figuring that out."
"You keep mentioning others. Who are these others?"
"Uhh, Hela—"
"The goddess of death?" Wanda repeated, eyes narrowed. "She has lost her powers as well?"
"Yep."
"Take me to her."
"She's not here right now."
Wanda was growing impatient. "Where is she then?"
"...uh, sleeping?"
"And you can't wake her up?"
Dear looked away, clearing her throat and blushing ever so slightly. "Her, uh, legs are not working."
"Are you telling the goddess of death cannot even walk? What manner of world is this…"
Yeah, it wasn't what she was thinking. It was more like the goddess of death got dicked down so bad that she was a slobbering, unrecognizable and creampied mess. He nutted in both holes twelve times each.
"So, uh, eat up," Dear said. "I'll be back in a minute. I think we have clothes your size."
Wanda stared after him.
Clothes. Somebody was giving her clothes. Somebody was giving her food and feeding her.
She smiled.
Just a little.
***
The next morning, Wanda stood in the hallway of Dear's mansion looking… annoyed.
Frustrated. Proud. Embarrassed. All at once.
She was still wearing her full Scarlet Witch get-up—corset, leggings, boots, fingerless gloves, the whole dramatic, vaguely intimidating ensemble. Very cool. Very iconic. Very impractical for living in a house with working plumbing and a fully-stocked fridge.
Dear walked out of the kitchen holding a mug of coffee, glanced at her, and smiled. "Oh, you're up! Are your legs working?"
"They are," she said in that thick accent.
"And still in costume?"
Wanda gave him a dry look. "I usually teleport out of this thing."
Dear nodded slowly, sipping his coffee. "Right. Chaos magic wardrobe change. That's gotta be convenient."
She crossed her arms. "I need a shower. I—" she hesitated, then sighed, "I can't get this off easily without… you know." She twirled a finger lazily in the air, mimicking magic sparkles. Nothing happened, of course. Just awkward silence.
"Ohh." It hit Dear what the issue was. "So you want help? Do you need scissors?"
"Precisely. This outfit is not meant to be worn without magic."
"Got it."
Wanda gave a sly smirk, half her mouth curling like she knew exactly how ridiculous this was. Hips swaying, she headed toward the bathroom.
Dear felt his balls pulse. Hrm. Knowing his luck, it was bound to turn into something more than a simple undressing…
Inside the bathroom—a massive one with black marble counters, golden fixtures, and a rain-style shower big enough to fit four people—Wanda stood in front of him, arms loose at her sides, looking like she was trying very hard not to seem self-conscious.
She wasn't shy. Not exactly. She was Wanda Maximoff. The Scarlet Witch. She had rewritten reality and nearly destroyed universes. She commanded chaos.
But now? She was in a stranger's mansion, powerless, standing in a hot mortal's bathroom asking him to peel her out of her leather armor like a human banana.
Dear stepped behind her and gently tugged at the zipper of her corset. It groaned a little as it loosened, the fabric parting slowly down her back. Her skin was smooth and pale, her shoulder blades delicate and sharp like sculpture.
*Snip-snip!*
With the scissors, he cut off certain parts of it. Easier said than done. The whole time as he sliced and stripped her, Wanda said nothing, but he felt the shift in her posture—tense, but not resisting.
"You good?"
Wanda pursed her lips. "Simply…not used to this."
"What, asking for help?"
"No," she said softly. "Needing it."
The corset dropped away and her breasts bounced out. Phew, they are a shade of brown and her nipples were a shade of an even darker brown. He dropped down to her skirt next, careful not to make it weird, though how he was managing to keep it chill, he wasn't sure.
Wanda glanced down, smirking. "I'm glad to see you didn't linger."
"I'm domestically skilled and emotionally mature. It's part of the package."
Her lips twitched. "Hm. I like this package."
He chuckled as he knelt to help with the boots and leggings. "You're gonna flirt while I'm tugging your pants off?"
"Why not?"
Soonl, the Scarlet Witch stood fully undressed, completely bare and yet holding herself with effortless grace. Not bashful, not posing—just there, like her body was a fact, not a statement.
Wanda Maximoff was beautiful.
Not just in the obvious way—the body, the face, the legs that looked like they could step on a man's soul—but in the way she carried herself. Powerful, composed, vulnerable in this strange moment, but still somehow commanding the space.
Oh, and for the record, her three sizes were 36 - 25 - 38.
Wanda walked into the shower, turning back slightly as the water began to fall over her hair.
"…Thank you," she said.
Dear smiled. "Anytime."
She paused, eyes softer than before. "This doesn't make me your stray."
He laughed. "Didn't say it did."
"…But if I was," she added with a smirk, "you'd better feed me again after this."
He backed toward the door, already heading for the kitchen. "Better than that. I'm making pancakes."
Wanda turned back to the shower, letting the hot water wash over her face as a small, unfamiliar smile crept across her lips.
This mortal might actually be dangerous.
***
Natasha was with Hela to forge her a new identity—which the goddess hated but begrudgingly accepted in order to stay with him. That left Dear alone at home.
"Alright, pancakes—woah."
Scarlet Witch did not bother to wear clothes. Dripping, making a mess of his floor, she stood there completely nude.
For once, she was just... Wanda. No Scarlet Witch. No responsibility. Just a woman with light brown Romani skin, perky boobs that seemed to defy gravity, and a confidence that made her stride through the living room like she owned it.
Dear's breath hitched, and she could see the way his chest rose and fell faster than before. She smirked, her lips curling in a way that was equal parts playful and predatory.
"Enjoying the view?"
Dear's cheeks flushed, but he didn't look away. Of course he wouldn't. It felt offensive to do so. She was standing there, completely nude, her hourglass figure on full display. Her breasts were perky, her nipples hard from the cool air, and her waist dipped in a way that made her hips look even more pronounced. She could feel his eyes lingering, tracing the curve of her body, and she let him. Let him drink her in. After all, he'd saved her. Brought her here. Given her a safe place to exist, even without her powers.
"You're... breathtaking," Dear finally managed.
Wanda chuckled, a low, sultry sound that made his breath catch again. She tilted her head, her dark hair falling over one shoulder as she took a step closer. "Breathtaking, huh? That's one way to put it."
She noticed the way his pants tented, the fabric straining against the bulge beneath it. Her smirk widened and she felt a thrill run through her.
She took another step, her bare feet making no sound on the plush carpet. When she reached him, she didn't hesitate. She sank to her knees in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs as she looked up at him through her lashes.
"Let's see what you've got," she purred, her hands moving to the waistband of his pants. The black nails on her fingertips and the confidence in which she conducted herself….
Dear gulped and he didn't stop her as she undid the button and zipper, pulling his pants down just enough to release his cock.
"Panebože…!"
What she unleashed was a true monster. Like actually—what the fuck? What the fuck was this? Who the fuck was this? A semi-erect twelve inch monster cock dropped on her like a womb. It thickened and all she could do was salivate and think, 'Maybe more.'
It was the biggest dick she had ever seen. Her mouth watered at the sight and the scent. There was a long, still moment of his cock simply laying there on the Scarlet Witch's face, blocking up nearly half of it with its mass and arousing musk.
She inhaled. She loved it.
This…this cock.
*Drip, drip, drip*
Was that from the recent shower or her pussy?
"So?" Dear asked, smiling. "Does the Scarlet Witch approve?"
"Mama likes~" She licked her lips. "You're going to ruin me—just how I like it."
Dear thought considering his size and experience and everything in between, he would be ready for the Scarlet Witch.
He wasn't.
Here was the thing about Wanda Maximoff: she loved intensely. She grieved intensely. She fought intensely.
Wanda did not act in half-measures. Everything she did, she did in extremes.
So when faced with a throbbing, delicious, pre-cum dripping cock, she gobbled it all up—balls and all.
Dear opened his mouth to say something—hell, anything—but before he could even form a thought, Wanda's mouth was on him. Not just on him. Around him. Her lips stretched wide, swallowing the head of his cock in one swift, merciless motion.
He gasped, his knees buckling as her throat clenched around him, tight and wet, like she was born to devour him. Her tongue stayed flat, unused, as if she didn't need it. As if the sheer power of her throat was enough. And it was.
"Fuck," Dear choked out, his hands instinctively gripping the back of her head. But Wanda didn't need guidance. She didn't need permission. She took control like it was her birthright, her lips sliding down his shaft with a speed and precision that left him dizzy.
Her nose buried itself in the base of his cock, her throat swallowing around him as she took him all the way down. No hesitation. No gagging. Just pure, unadulterated cock worship.
Dear legs gave out entirely, and he stumbled backward, landing hard on the couch behind him. But Wanda didn't stop. She didn't even slow down. Her mouth stayed locked around his cock, her throat milking him as she pulled back, only to plunge down again, deeper, harder, faster.
The sound of her throat working around him was filthy—wet, guttural, and utterly obscene. Dear's hips jerked involuntarily, his cock twitching inside her relentless mouth as she fucked him with her throat, over and over, like she was trying to draw his soul out through his dick. Oh, and his balls too.
How the fuck was she doing this?
Her hands stayed at her sides, clenched into fists, as if challenging herself to take him without any other aid. And she did. God, she did. Her throat was a vice, her lips a seal, and her pace unyielding.
Dear's head fell back against the couch, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Wanda's mouth worked him like a machine, her throat swallowing around him with a rhythm that was almost violent in its intensity. He could feel every inch of her—the way her lips stretched around his girth, the way her throat tightened and released, the way her breath hitched slightly each time she took him to the hilt.
"Holy shit, Wanda." Finally! "You're—fuck—you're going to make me…"
But she didn't care. She didn't stop. If anything, she went harder, her throat constricting around him as she bobbed her head, her lips dragging along his shaft and ballsack with a slick, obscene sound. How she fit all that in her mouth had to be some kind of new magic. It didn't make any sense otherwise.
Dear's balls tightened, his cock pulsing as she swallowed him whole again, her throat working around him like she was trying to wring every drop of cum out of him before he even came.
"I'm—shit—Wanda, I'm gonna—"
Her response was to go faster, her throat swallowing around him as she took him all the way down, her nose pressing into his pelvis as she held him there, her throat clenching and unclenching as if daring him to explode.
Dear's vision blurred, his balls shuddering. He couldn't stop it. He came, his cock jerking violently in her throat as he shot load after load down her greedy throat. Wanda didn't pull away. The only thing she let escape was his balls.
*Plap!*
It finally returned to the open air, wet and full of saliva. His sack pulsed as he nutted.
She didn't even flinch. Wanda swallowed it all, her throat working around him as she milked him dry, her lips sealed tight around his cock until he was spent, panting, and utterly wrecked.
When she finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed with a satisfaction that made Dear's cock twitch weakly in response.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You're hardcore."
"I am the Scarlet Witch. What did you expect?" Wanda smirked, her tongue darting out to lick a stray drop of cum from her lips. "And you're not done yet."
Before he could respond, her mouth was on him again, her lips sealing around his cock as she took him deep, her throat swallowing around him as if she was determined to drain him completely. His balls were spared but despite that—
"Ahh!"
Dear's head fell back again, a strangled moan escaping his lips as Wanda's mouth worked him over. Her throat was milking him. Literally, the sensation could only be described as milking. Back to back orgasms should have been impossible.
"Wanda, I—fuck—I can't—"
She didn't stop. She didn't care.
And neither did he.
*Spurt, spurt, spurt!*
The Scarlet Witch, the chaotic bane of the multiverse, the wielder of the most powerful magic, and blessed with a throat like no other.
She swallowed again and again until he drained dry. "Haah…!" But there was a kind of satisfaction from receiving two back to back loads. She let his cock plop out and fall on her face.
To think she could be dominated by sucking cock.
Again, it was a work of magic.
Dear's full cock was free, thick and heavy, jutting out proudly. Wanda's lips parted in awe. For the briefest of moments, she was thinking, 'Did I really take all that dick?'
A thirteen inch monster cock.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she reached out, wrapping her fingers around the base of him. His skin was hot to the touch, the veins running along his length pulsing with life. She glanced up at him, her smirk returning. "Impressive," she murmured. "Very impressive."
Dear groaned, his head falling back against the couch as she kissed the crown of his cock.
"Mwah!❤"
She didn't waste time, her mouth closing over him in one fluid motion, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. His breath came out in ragged gasps, his hips jerking involuntarily.
Wanda's hand moved in tandem with her mouth, stroking him in time with her bobbing head. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his girth. Her other hand found his balls, cupping them gently before giving a teasing squeeze. Dear let out a strangled moan, his fingers tangling in her damp hair.
"Wanda—fuck," he choked out.
She hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Her pace quickened, her mouth working him with a fervor that left him breathless. She pulled back slightly, her tongue tracing the underside of his cock before sucking on the tip, her cheeks hollowing as she drew out every drop of pre-cum.
Her hands moved to his balls, cradling them as she sucked him off, her mouth working in a rhythm that had him cursing under his breath. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, and she knew he was close for the third time. She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her lips swollen and glistening.
"Cum on my face," Wanda ordered, smiling. "I want to see how much you have to offer~❤"
The command was all it took. With a guttural groan, he came, thick ropes of cum spurting out and landing on her cheeks, her lips, her chin. Wanda didn't flinch, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.
*Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!*
The sheer amount of baby batter did impress her. Dear jerked himself off and his cock continued to pulse; thick streams of cum shooting out, landing on her cheeks, her lips, her chin, and even her tits. He had so much to give. When he was done, she opened her eyes, her gaze locking with his.
She was a fucking mess.
*Snap!*
Oh. Oh goodness.
The cum was wiped away. Scarlet Witch's powers were back.
"My powers are back. Good to see. And you…you're still hard," she observed, her voice tinged with awe. She reached out, wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Come here. Let's change positions, hm?"
She pushed him down, his cock like a guiding stick, straddling his lap as she positioned herself over him. Her hand guided his cock to her entrance. "A thick, hot thing, I see." Scarlet Witch tried to stay confident.
"A-are you sure you should…?"
"Shh!" Wanda put a finger to his lips. "You are too kind, Dear. Allow me to repay you. It is as simple as that."
Welp, he wasn't about to complain anymore. Consent confirmed.
Wanda sank down slowly, her breath hitching as he filled her. Inch by inch, she took him…
"Panebože…!"
That curse again. It must have meant she was praying to the Lord because she was tight! Way too tight! 'I-is she a virgin or something? N-no, clearly not…!'
"N-n-never had anything this big! Nnggh~!❤"
"S-shoo big!" That accent was becoming thicker. "Shooo thick! Shoo fucking thick! Dear," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he bottomed out inside her. Her back arched.
She had never looked so beautiful.
He didn't thrust. He just looked up at her.
Her breasts were heaving, jiggling every so slightly, and her gaze was looking ahead. She couldn't look down. It was like every fucking millimeter of his cock was too much.
"Haah! Hngggh~!❤ T-this cock really is…something!"
Her eyes finally looked down.
"Don't tell me…was the goddess of death unable to walk because of this?"
He smiled. "Looks like you've figured it out."
His hands grabbed her ass, a wide-eyed surprise for the witch. First thrust! Clap! The couch creaked loudly beneath them, but Wanda didn't care. She couldn't.
What the hell?
What was this?
Second thrust!
"Oh fuck, oh fuck—! CUMMIIIING~❤!"
Remember when Dear was struggling? Remember when he thought she was using some kind of magic? The tables were officially turned. The great Scarlet Witch was rolling her eyes back by the third thrust.
The fourth thrust?
"CUMMIIIING~!❤ THIS FUCKIIING COCCKKK~!❤ TAK DOBRE! TENTO KOHÚT JE TAK DOBRÝ!"
"So good! This cock is so good!❤"
Her brain and her instincts and everything that made the Scarlet Witch that way she was getting overwritten by raw dick.
*CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! *
Her brown booty was shaking. Her brown booty was jiggling and getting held by the young man.
"Who are you!? Who are youuu!? Who is this COCCKKK!?"
"Does it matter?"
Scarlet Witch whimpered and her back arched deeper. She was sitting up proud, trying not to collapse from all the pleasure.
Oh fuck, oh fuck—!
All she cared about was the way he felt inside her, stretching her in ways she hadn't thought possible. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as he pounded up into her, his cock hitting spots that made her see stars.
Her breath hitched, her head falling back as he thrust and thrust and thrust. "Oh Lorddd~!" she screamed. "You're so big!! So fucking biiig~❤!"
Dear's hands gripped her ass cheeks, his fingers digging into the bootylicious ass. Which part of her was the best? Her breasts which were jiggling in his view or her ass which was jiggling in the palm of his hands?
She was a fierce looking woman. Her eyebrows were shaped strangely and her eyes were red with chaos, with the emotions that fueled her.
"Ha, is it really that good?"
"THE BEST! THE BESSST~!❤"
This felt a little different because she had her powers. Yet dick alone was making her lose. She was getting conquered and it was like there was nothing she could do about it. I-it didn't make logical sense.
"WHHYYY? WHY IS THIS COCK SOO AMAZIIING!❤ WHY IS IT SHOOO ADDICTTTIIIING! I CAN'T STOP CUMMIING! CAN'T STOP CUMMIIIIIING!"
He thrust upward, burying himself to the hilt. Wanda moaned, the sound loud and unrestrained, her nails raking down his chest.
Dear didn't react. He had stopped. He didn't need to pose the question, his raging cock deep inside her cunt was enough.
"Do it." Her hair was a mess, hanging from her thick strands over her face. Through the mess, her red eyes glowed. She peered down at her stud of a lover. "Please, Dear. I need you. I need you to cum inside me❤. Give me your children❤."
Her words seemed to spur him on, his pace becoming even more frantic. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with Wanda's cries of pleasure. She could feel herself tightening around him, her orgasm building with every thrust.
"I'm close," Dear growled, his voice strained. "Wanda—"
"Do it❤," she pleaded, her eyes locking with his. "Cum inside me❤. Fill me up❤."
With a final, powerful thrust, Dear stilled and gave her everything she wanted. All that baby batter that once coated her tits and hair and face was now being shoved in her poor pussy.
She wouldn't have it any other way.
Suddenly, she remembered when she was a little girl, wanting a family, wanting to always have a family.
Here it was.
A new family—being born from this kind, strange man that was more than happy to give her his seed.
His cock pulsed as he released his seed right up into her eggs. Wanda threw her head back, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt him filling her, his cum painting her walls. She collapsed against him, her chest heaving as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.
She could feel him still inside her, his cock cumming and cumming.
'Marry him,' she thought, her mind hazy with pleasure. 'Marry him and have his children.'
The thought lingered, unbidden but undeniably tempting. Still grabbing her booty cheeks, he sat up straight.
"Dear…"
Their eyes met.
She was beautiful, Dear thought.
He is cute, Wanda thought.
He captured her lips in a heated kiss, his hands gripping her ass cheeks possessively. Wanda moaned against his mouth, her cunt squeezing his cock and already craving more.
She felt his cum inside her, warm and heavy, and it only fueled her growing obsession with him.
The kiss ended and her nails traced his jaw. "You're not done with me yet, are you?"
Dear's cock was already stirring inside her. "Not even close," he growled, his hands tightening on that mahogany-touched booty.
Wanda slid off his lap, her body still slick with sweat, and stood before him. She swayed her hips as she walked toward the kitchen, her long, brown hair cascading down her back. She glanced over her shoulder, her lips parting as she bit her bottom lip.
"Come~!❤"
Cum poured out of her cunt. Every step of the way was distracted by her creampied hole and her swaying ass and the splats of his thick, gooey seed.
Dear followed without hesitation, his eyes locked on the way her ass swished and swayed.
****
The kitchen was bathed in soft light, the marble countertops gleaming as Wanda approached the Table. She bent over, arching her back to present herself to him. Her hands rested on the cool surface, her fingers splayed as she looked back at him.
"Take me—if you dare❤."
"If you dare…" His cock, still slick with her wetness, pressed against her entrance. "I would dare to fuck you. Your pussy is worth it."
"Is it now?" Wanda's lips curled into a wicked grin. "Fuck me like the slut I am then❤, big boy~!❤"
Dear didn't need to be told twice. He thrust into her slowly, savoring the way her tight walls stretched to accommodate him. Wanda's breath hitched, a loud moan escaping her lips as she felt him fill her completely.
"Oh, fuck❤," she gasped, her fingers curling against the counter. "E-every fucking time…! H-how come it feels different every fucking time! I-it never—nnggh❤—never stops feeling so FUCKING good~❤!"
*CLAP—!*
"The others said the same."
"Should I be jealous?" Wanda asked with a smirk. "Judging by how twitchy your cock is, I doubt it."
"Definitely."
*CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! *
There it was. The moans began anew. Every inch of his cock dragged against her sensitive walls, sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Dear," she whimpered. "Deaarr~!❤ Your coccckkkk!❤" Her voice was drying up. "You feel SO good! God! Lord! I just can't believe! I can't believe i meet a cock like thissss~!❤"
Dear's hands moved to her hair, tangling his fingers in the dark strands as he pulled her head back. "Thank you, Scarlet Witch."
Such a kind smile. It almost felt deceptive with how brutally he began to fuck her.
*CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! *
Wanda's moans turned into screams as she felt him hitting deeper and deeper with every thrust. "Oh, God! Yes! Yes! THIS COCK❤! THIS ORGASM! I WANT IT ALL! I WANT IT TO KEEP CUMMIIIING!❤"
She gasped and moaned, but she no longer whimpered. What was the point in it?
*Slam, slam, slam!*
Her ass slammed back on him.
Dear's grip on her hair tightened as he fucked her harder, his cock slamming into her with a force that made her womb tremble. "You love this cock, don't you?"
"Y-you're an arrogant one—"
*Wham!*
"YES❤! Yes! I love it! I love this cock❤!" Wanda screamed, her voice breaking as she felt another orgasm slap her silly. She couldn't open her lips without saliva lathering out. Her pussy clenched tight around his mega dick. God, it was just SO much.
Dear didn't let up. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice rough.
"I love this cock!❤ I love you❤!" Wanda's soul was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure as Dear fucked her like the slut she was.
Wanda's screams turned into incoherent babbling as she started to moan in Romanian, her old language spilling from her lips as she lost herself in the pleasure.
"Îmi place! Îmi place atât de mult!" she cried out.
Her pussy was oh-so tight, her walls clenching around him as she came again and again, her screams echoing through the mansion.
Dear's pace faltered, his cock pulsing as he felt his balls building. "Wanda—" he growled.
"Inside me❤! Fill me up❤! Give me your cum❤! GIVE IT TO MEEE~!❤"
Her legs gave out and she collapsed against the counter. This ordinary ass guy completely destroyed and filled her pussy. Caused it and her mind and soul to collapse only to rebuild it.
"Your cum, your cum, your cum❤," Wanda repeated deliriously. "Give it to meeeee~❤! Your seed, your seed, yourseed yourseed—!❤"
He gave his fucking seed. He gave so much that overflowed and made a puddle underneath their feet.
Dear's hands moved to her tits, steadying her and himself. He fonded her breasts, big and heavy and soft. He sighed and tucked himself on top of her.
His balls shuddered. His cock spewed out the last bits of cum. He was balls-deep, his pelvis and his upper body all connected to her, the witch who was feared throughout all the multiverse. To him, she wasn't an evil to be controlled or fought.
To Dear, this ordinary man, Wanda Maximoff was an attractive Romani lady with nice big tits and an amazing pussy. As the Scarlet Witch, rarely did regard her as that anymore.
Wanda nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as she basked in the afterglow. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm yours❤."
But even as her body relaxed, her mind was already racing with what she wanted next. She turned her head to look at him, her lips curling into a sly smile. "But I'm not done with you yet❤," she purred. Her hand stroked his chin, tempting him. "The Scarlet Witch isn't some slut for you to blow out once and be done with❤."
Dear eyes darkened, his cock twitching inside her. Her pussy clamped down. He grunted and smiled. She was far from finished. "Oh?" His fingers pinched her nipples. Wanda mewled.
"T-take me to the bedroom❤," Wanda whispered. "I want you to fuck me all night long❤."
Dear didn't need to be told twice. He pulled out of her, his cock still slick with her cum, and scooped her into his arms. Wanda's laughter echoed through the mansion as he carried her toward the bedroom.
She could see his erection jutting out and bouncing with every step. "Are you sure your cock is not the Scarlet Cock? It doesn't seem to ever go down."
"Hmm, an excellent theory." Dear smiled. "How about we confirm it by the end of the night, hm?"
"Agreed, my love. Agreed."
As they disappeared into the bedroom, Wanda's mind was filled with one thought: This man, his cock, his kindness—he was hers, and she would never let him go.
***
How many hours of sex did they have? It was hard to track. At least two nights went by. The Scarlet Witch was wrong. He completely and totally dominated and defeated her. By the end, she was speaking all the languages she was aware of in repeated, incomprehensible sentences.
*Knock, knock.*
So he left her in her new room. There was plenty of space in the mansion. Dear had just finished making breakfast. Hopefully she was awake. And okay. Because Dear did not hold back when it came to sex. Not in the slightest.
"Uhh, Wanda? You in there?
"Come inside."
Ohh, look at that! He smiled.
Alex opened the door and went inside. There she was, the brown woman with the big tits and nice ass. She was ludicrously stacked. She was just the perfect hourglass figure. Slim and thicc in all the right places.
Naked too.
Dear didn't averted his gaze.
Wanda's lips curled into a sly smile as she glanced over her shoulder at him, her fingers twitching slightly as her magic began to hum in the air. The energy was weaker here in his dimension, but it was enough for her purposes.
"Ah, my favourite man." Her accent made the words sound even more sinful as they rolled off her tongue. "I think you could use a little more entertainment before we go, hm?"
Dear blinked, his cock already stirring in his pants at her tone. "Uh, Wanda, I mean… we just—"
"Oh, don't be shy," she interrupted. Her hands began to move, and the air around her shimmered with crimson energy. Her scarlet witch outfit materialized piece by piece, clinging to her curves like a second skin. The corset hugged her waist, pushing her tits up in a way that made her cleavage impossible to ignore. Her thighs squeezed into the sleek red fabric of her pants, and her boots slid up her legs with a soft hiss. She turned to face him fully, her ass peeking out slightly under the cropped jacket of her costume. It was round, firm, and practically begging to be touched.
"So?" Wanda asked, striking a pose with her hands on her hips. "How do I look?"
Dear swallowed hard, his monster of a cock now fully hard and straining against the fabric of his pants. He was lucky he was in tracks and not jeans. "Uh… amazing. Like, really amazing."
Wanda smirked, enjoying the effect she had on him. She stepped closer, her hips swaying with every step, until she was standing right in front of him. Her scent—warm, musky, and intoxicating—filled his nostrils, and he could feel the heat radiating off her body.
"You've had quite the collection of women, haven't you?" Wanda's voice dropped to a whisper. Her fingers trailed down his chest, stopping just above the bulge in his pants. "Black Widow… Hela…. Who else? And now me, the Scarlet Witch. You must be quite the charmer."
"I mean… I guess. I don't really think about it like that."
"Oh, but you should," Wanda replied, her hand now resting firmly on his cock through his pants. She gave it a gentle squeeze, and Dear bit back a moan. "You've got this monster between your legs. Even the Hulk would be envious of you. Indeed, it is not something most men can brag about."
Dear's breath quickened as she continued to stroke him through his pants. "Wanda…"
"Shh," she cooed, leaning in closer. Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath hot and wet as she whispered, "I can feel how hard you are. Your cock's practically throbbing for me. Do you want me to touch it?"
Dear hips bucked involuntarily and a low groan escaped his lips. "Yes."
Wanda chuckled, pulling away slightly. "Patience, my baby. I'm not done teasing you yet."
She turned around, her ass now inches from his cock. The fabric of her pants stretched taut over her cheeks, leaving nothing to the imagination. She bent over slightly, pushing her ass back toward him, and Dear cock twitched in response.
"You like my ass, don't you?❤" Wanda asked, glancing back at him with a devilish grin. "It's one of my best features."
"Fuck, Wanda…" Dear muttered, wanting to step back but knowing it would take him further away from her.
She swayed her hips from side to side, the movement slow and deliberate, before grinding her ass against his cock. The pressure was maddening and Dear could feel his precum soaking through his pants. Her ass was soft yet firm, and every time she pushed back, he could feel the heat of her body through the fabric.
"Tell me," Wanda said. "Who had the best ass? Black Widow? Hela?"
Dear could barely think straight. "Y-you. It's you."
Wanda laughed. "I thought so. You're so easy to read, Dear. Your cock's practically screaming for me."
She continued to grind against him, her ass pressing into his crotch with every movement. Dear's breathing grew ragged and he could feel his orgasm building quickly, too quickly. He tried to hold it back, but his balls…!
Wait, no, fuck! He was not going to cum in his pants! No way!
"Wanda, I… I'm gonna—"
"Oh, are you?" she teased, her voice filled with mock surprise. "Are you going to cum in your pants like a little boy?"
Her words pushed him over the edge. Dear's entire body tensed as he came, his cock throbbing violently as spurt after spurt of cum shot into his pants. The fabric was soaked in seconds, the sticky mess clinging to his skin. His hips jerked with each spurt and he let out a guttural moan that echoed through the room.
By the end…
"O-oh my god, I'm so sorry—!"
Little did he know, it wasn't just because of her ass. Wanda's hands, nails painted black and always moving in curves, were responsible.
This was the power of Chaos Magic.
Wanda pretended to be surprised and stayed bent over. She looked over at huge drops of cum falling through his pants. Good Lord, even she didn't expect his baby batter to be so…visceral.
"How cute~!"
Dear's face burned with humiliation, but he couldn't deny the way his cock twitched at her words. Wanda spun over, her lips brushing against his ear again.
"Next time," she whispered, "I'll make sure to take full advantage of that cock."
"N-next time?"
She smirked. "We do have breakfast, do we not?"
Oh. Right. His dick throbbed in disappointment.
Fair enough.
***
Although following breakfast, what did Dear expect? To play Marvel Rivals with zero distractions?
Not quite.
At this point, he was acquainted with the presence of women and the sex they wished to offer him. Not just acquainted…
"Ngh!"
He relished it.
Dear slumped on the couch, controller in hand, the sounds of Marvel Rivals blaring from the TV. His cock was rock hard, already slick with precum, but he was doing his best to focus on the game.
Focus.
That was the plan. Except Wanda was under the blanket, her lips wrapped around his shaft, sucking him like her life depended on it. Her scarlet trench coat was draped over the back of the couch and the blanket covered her like some kind of shameful secret. Except there was no shame. Not from her.
Her mouth was hot, wet, and relentless. She didn't use her hands. She didn't need to. Her throat did all the work, swallowing him deep, her lips sealing tight around the base of his cock every time she took him all the way down. Dear's hips twitched, his grip on the controller tightening as he tried to ignore the way her throat muscles clenched around him, milking him with every stroke.
"Fuck," Dear muttered under his breath, his eyes flicking to the screen. His character was dying. He was losing. Wanda was winning, and she wasn't even playing.
Under the blanket, Wanda's face was a mess. His cum was smeared across her cheeks, her lips, her chin. She was a fucking masterpiece of depravity, and she didn't care. Her hair stuck to her face, tangled and damp, and her eyes were half-lidded, glazed with lust as she worked his cock like it was her purpose in life.
'Ngh! F-fuck! I've been playing for a whole fucking hour and she's been down there every second of the way!'
This was the extreme nature of Wanda Maximoff at play: when she loved cock, she loved it to the point of insanity.
She didn't stop. Not even when he tried to pull away. Not even when his thighs trembled, and his breathing turned ragged. She was loyal. Beyond loyal. She was a fucking machine, and his cock was her fuel.
"Wanda, I—fuck—" Dear's voice broke as she took him deep again, her throat swallowing him whole. He dropped the controller, his hands gripping the edges of the couch as his hips bucked involuntarily. His cock pulsed in her mouth and he could feel her throat tighten around him, sucking him in even deeper.
She didn't let up. Not for a second. She sucked him like she was starving, her lips locked around him, her throat working him over with a rhythm that was almost impossible.
Dear's head fell back, his moans echoing through the room as Wanda's mouth dragged him closer and closer to the edge. His balls tightened and he could feel the pressure building, his cock throbbing in her throat as she milked him with every stroke.
She wanted it, she wanted it, she wanted it! She wanted that fucking dick! She wanted that fucking baby batter!
"Give it to me!❤"
Her eyes glowed. The power of the Scarlet Witch almost compelled him. Almost.
"Wanda, I'm gonna—fuck—I'm gonna cum," he gasped, his hands gripping her hair under the blanket. He was resisting. He was trying. She was the same. Wanda didn't stop. She didn't even slow down. She sucked him deeper, harder, faster.
Dear didn't announce it. His hips simply bucked and his cock roared and raged, his cum shooting down her throat in thick, heavy spurts. Wanda swallowed it all, her throat working overtime. She drained him completely. It seemed impossible. Indeed, some strings of cum slipped out. Leaked.
Dear's balls were so fucking heft that the Scarlet Witch was pushed to her limits. Her!
Scarlet lips stayed locked around him, her mouth milking every last drop from his cock until he was trembling, spent, and utterly fucking wrecked.
"Wanda...! God...!"
But she didn't stop.
Her mouth stayed on him, sucking him gently now, her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock as she cleaned him up. Her hands were still tucked under the blanket, useless, because Wanda didn't need hands. She didn't need anything but his cock, and she made sure he knew it.
Dear's chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Wanda's mouth worked him over, her lips sealing around the tip of his cock as she sucked the last bit of cum from him. Her eyes were on him now, staring up at him from under the blanket, and he could see the hunger in them. The need.
How many more times was the Scarlet Witch going to empty the balls of this young, ordinary man? As many times as she needed to. To Dear, that was what made her a witch. Her evil magic was the magical art of deepthroating.
What magic it was.
"Haah."
He ended up smiling because truly, what was there to complain over? What was so bad about this magical art? If all witches were like this, then the men of the Salem Witch Trials were officially the biggest idiots in his view.
He lifted the blanket. Their eyes made contact. "Thank you, Wanda."
Her brown cheeks flushed and she readily nodded and bobbed down his cock. Dear groaned. All she needed was some appreciation and love and suddenly, this witch would burn the world for him.