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A Marvel(ous) Experience | bobbobbobthethir | 20

 

You decide to check out the noises you heard earlier in the cargo hold. You walk pass the rooms where the sexy females are, and you push open the door to the cargo hold. It looks much the same as before, but you still walk cautiously in.
Looking from side to side, you once again hear the scratching noises. It is much fainter than before, but you are fairly sure it’s only due to the fact that you no longer have super-hearing abilities.
You approach a large metal crate that appears to be bolted to the ground, a specialized storage mechanism of sorts that was built into the plane. The sounds seem to be produced from inside this crate, a consistent ‘scritch-scratch’ noise that reminds you of fingernails on chalkboards or a cat clawing at metal…
Staring at the crate, you really are lost for words. Without your powers, you have no way of finding out what’s inside. If it turns out to be dangerous, you could be screwed, but then again, you are awfully curious about what’s inside. What if it’s a timer based mechanism that sets off a bomb, just in case something like what happened, did happen?
You sit in front of the crate, thinking for a while, before you come to a conclusion. There really is only one way forward, and that is to wait for your powers to return.
You pace outside the box, wondering how long it will be before your powers are restored to you. You’re now very familiar with the box- you have identified that it is made of adamantium, The constant scratching noise seems to be coming from the far side of the box, and is really starting the get on your nerves. It is repetitive, dull and screechy, and you just can’t get it out of your mind.
After an hour or so, you finally feel your powers coming back to you. You confirm this by breaking open the container with a bolt of super-concentrated energy, shearing through the adamantium, and the box opens.
Inside is a toilet and a table, not much else. It seemed to have been designed like a small confinement room- a prison of sorts? Then you see X-23, her claws out, jumping back in surprise as she sees that the walls have fallen down.
She rushes at you, blindingly fast, and you slow down time. Her sprint is slowed down to the pace of a slow walk, and you approach her from the side, jogging at a light pace. Her eyes flicker towards you, and you are impressed by her reaction speed as her body begins to turn towards you just moments later.
She suddenly lunges out, diving towards you, claws first, but you easily duck under her. You follow her as she soars through the air slowly, and you soon find yourself walking next to her airborne body. She has already begun to twist in mid-air, however, and she swiftly lands with her feet on the ground, facing you.
Impressed by her skills, you realize you have no hope of survival if you were to have sex with you, unless you manage to persuade her not to kill you. And you do want to have sex with her.
Looking over her body, you see her flowing back hair, her form-fitting black bra and panties, her large D-cup breasts jutting out of her chest. There’s no way you could pass up on an opportunity like this, but she’s already moving in on the attack again.
You leap backwards, away from her sudden swipe that sluggishly tries to reach out for you, and you decide to try a mental assault. You reach into her mind, and find yourself disoriented instantly.
You have not had much experience with the mental realm of things, and you try to sift through her memories and brain, making sense of things. Meanwhile, you are leading her on through the plane, out of the cargo hold. You know that the rooms become an alloy of adamantium once the plane is in lockdown mode, meaning that you should be able to keep X-23 in one of them.
After a while, you find a suitable room, creating an illusion of you walking into it while you stealth yourself. Keeping track of so many powers at once exhausts you, and you feel weak, but as X-23 enters the room, you lock it, unstealth, and dispel the illusions, and stop the time-slow.
You hear a loud banging against the door as she realizes what happens, but you ignore her, focusing on the mental side of things. Finally, you remember brief snatches of your training, and you reign in her mind.
The world is woozy as you view the world from your perspective and X-23’s, and with great mental exertion, you stop her from banging the door. Forcing someone to do something they don’t want to do is difficult, you realize, and you try to look for another way to control her.
You decide to implant a trigger in her mind, knowing that it will probably work. After all, if the rage scent works, then wouldn’t one for obedience work as well? Sifting through her memories rapidly, you discover that there was such a scent in her past, but that it was destroyed, and that Kimura was used instead to give her in line.
Trying to recreate the scent, you summon a satchel of a curious mix of artificial chemicals that release the scent. You open the door and quickly toss it in, but X-23 slams the door open and steps out.
Although you’re initially surprised by this non-obedient act, you realize that you need to command her to do something. You tell her to stop, and with great effort, she stops moving, staring at you, confused.
Commanding her to go back into the room, you see that you only have enough of the chemicals to last for another twenty minutes or so. You’re going to have to make this quick. Even though you know the average guy only takes around ten minutes to orgasm, you’ve got much more stamina.
You tell her to strip off her clothing, and she grudgingly agrees, eyes shooting daggers at you. Her skimpy top comes off, revealing her large mounds, and then she takes off her panties. Her pussy is surprisingly wet, and you are still naked.
You carry her, putting her down on a bed, and she lashes out at you. Her claws begin to extend, but you tell her to never hurt you, and her claws slowly retract. The gashes on your chest are already healing, and you squeeze one of her large ass cheeks.
Positioning your throbbing cock by her pussy, you then push in, enjoying the sensations. She has clearly done this before, and she squeezes her cunt, giving you highly pleasurable sensations throughout your cock. You plunge into her again and again, feeling up her massive breasts, and you feel her shudder underneath you as you hit her g-spot.
“Harder, Lucius…”, she moans, and you think that the scent released is really taking its effect. Motivated by her words, you plunge in faster and faster, until you finally feel yourself climax.
You ejaculate messily inside her, and her eyes open wide as she feels your cum hit the sides of her tight walls. It occurs to you that you haven’t used protection with any of these females thus far, but you couldn’t really care less.
You feel your powers drain out at a similar time, and she pushes you off of her. Aware that the scent will run out soon, you move out the door as quickly as you can, slamming it behind you and locking it.
Just a minute or so later, you hear her roar out ferally, lashing against the door in a series of loud “Thump” “Thump” “Thump”. You commend yourself on getting out just in time, and head to the cabin of the plane. You unlock the door and sit in one of the chairs, dozing off.

 

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