Marvel Xxx Capcom Ch 09

Mojo here to introduce you all to another installment of Marvel XXX Capcom! This tantalizing tale is a match-up between Storm of the X-Men and the infamous M. Bison! Will Storm submit to M. Bison or will she be able to free the Morlocks without caving to his whims?

Spoilers, but it's the first one.

Anyways, enjoy this scene!

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The mansion was like something out of Scarface: full of marble and gold, more rooms than anyone would ever need, and stacked with armed guards. The X-Men walked up the steps, guided by the very man who had captured them as they attempted to sneak onto the base.

Since it was a stealth mission, there were only three members present: Storm, Cyclops, and Jean Grey. The three of them alone could have taken out the dozen guards that watched them as they were led to the mansion's owner, but considering the stakes, they opted for peace.

They came to a kind of lobby where a pair of men waited outside a grand pair of golden doors. They were both large and intimidating, one dressed like a boxer and the other a wrestler.

"This them?" the boxer asked. He had been leaning up against the doors while the wrestler lounged on a nearby couch.

"Yes, Mr. Balrog," the soldier said.

"Which one of you is the leader?" Balrog said.

Cyclops stepped forward. "That'd be me. I lead the X-Men. My name is--"

"X-Men?" Balrog said. "No, no. Of the Morlocks."

It was Storm who stepped forward, then. "I am. I speak for the Morlocks."

Balrog opened the door. "He just wants to talk to you." Storm looked back at her two teammates, who both nodded.

"We will be fine," Jean said, telepathically. "Call out if you need us."

Storm nodded and walked through the doors. She took one last look at her friends before the doors closed behind her and already saw both of the larger men leering at Jean while Cyclops stepped forward.

The room she entered was larger than any other in the mansion, but from what she could tell, it was the personal quarters of M. Bison. It kept with the same gold and marble theme, its walls covered in banners depicting the winged skull of Shadaloo. There were chairs and other seating that was made of wood and felt and looked like they were uncomfortable to sit on. And in the middle of the room was a water feature of a Roman soldier atop a horse, which spewed water from its mouth. Behind that, she found a bed that was larger than any she had ever seen before. And sitting on the edge of that bed was M. Bison.

Upon seeing Storm, he stood. "Welcome, Weather Goddess. I hope your trip here was comfortable?"

The man was dressed in a robe and a pair of silk pants. It was odd to see one of M. Bison's reputation to be dressed so casually, but even crime lords had to sleep.

"Your men did not harm us," she said. Her eyes went white and sparked. "Let us hope it stays that way."

M. Bison chuckled, again taking Storm by surprise. "I suppose it all depends on what happens here tonight."

"Our demands are simple: release the Morlocks and Mr. Sinister to our custody."

Bison folded his hands behind his back and began to pace. "You are not in a position to make demands."

"Perhaps not," Storm said. "But that has never deterred me before."

Bison turned. "You are a woman of conviction and drive. I admire that."

He eyed her up and down, taking in her form that was shown off in her tight, white uniform. The man's gaze was intense and nearly broke Storm's hard exterior.

"To be honest," Bison finally said, "Sinister is a monster and not the kind that I can use. And his experiments with the Morlocks have been fruitless. I will give you both."

Storm's eyes narrowed and she didn't respond, waiting for whatever he was about to say next that would inevitably make his boon feel like more of a burden.

"But I am a businessman, first and foremost. I have my own demand. A need, really."

Storm waited, a pang of fear beginning to form in her gut. Bison continued to pace around, making a line for the fountain.

"I am a busy man. I enact billion-dollar deals every day. At any moment, I have the lives of thousands in the palms of my hands and the blood of even more. What I don't have time for are the more base pleasures in life. I find them to be...beneath me."

He stopped at the fountain.

"Make no mistake, I am not some sexless egomaniac. When I feel the urge for pleasure, I have it brought to me, but there is no sport in that."

Bison turned to Storm, a salacious grin appearing on his face.

"A goddess, though. Now, there is a conquest."

Storm stood rigid. "So, you wish for me to give my body to you."

Bison nodded.

"And if I don't, then neither the Morlocks nor Sinister will be released to us?"

"To put it plainly: yes."

Storm scoffed. "It does not seem very sporting."

"Maybe not," Bison said with a shrug. "But I don't believe that someone of your stature would easily, if ever, be seduced by someone like me. Your morals wouldn't allow it."

"You would be correct."

"Then, the very fact that you are here, in my presence, asking for something of me that you can't take yourself, is enough for me."

"Very well." Storm reached up to her neck and clasped the X-shaped zipper at her collar and began to pull it down.

Bison put up a hand. "There's no need to jump right into things." He gestured to a wet bar next to his bed. "Perhaps a drink is in order?"

Storm continued to zip out of her jumpsuit, exposing her naked flesh beneath. She shrugged herself out of it, her breasts spilling out, still restrained in a black bra.

"I have only had alcohol while working once. And then, it was a friend and teammate of mine, Gambit, who was able to convince me, not a blood-thirsty warlord."

Bison simply shrugged, not even taking offense at her comment. He poured himself a cognac and drank it while Storm continued to undress.

She was now naked, save for her bra, which she soon unsnapped. Her breasts, now free, were a sight to behold. They were a perfect teardrop shape with dark brown areolas. Her body, in itself, was like something chiseled from marble. Her long legs were toned and long, leading up to her waist, which was thick and carried her ass well, but her stomach was muscular with little fat hugging her abdomen. And although she wasn't shaved, the white pubic hair was trimmed and seemed to accent her pussy. Storm stood proud and unashamed of her body.

"Are you not going to undress?" she asked.

Bison took a long drink from his glass. "I'd like you to undress me."

Without hesitation but also without hurry, she walked up to the man. She undid the cloth belt around his robe first and opened it up to reveal his muscular form. This was no surprise to Storm, though, knowing the man was an experienced fighter in his own right. She pulled it off, Bison exchanging the glass from hand to hand, and then she went to his pants.

Even before she pulled them down, Storm could see the bulge in them and suddenly became curious as to what she would find underneath. When she finally did pull them down, she found that it wasn't just padding causing the lump in his pants. M. Bison was hung and he wasn't even fully erect yet.

"Do you like what you see?" Bison asked.

Storm reached down and gripped his cock, feeling him jump just slightly at the unprompted action. She slowly began to stroke it, feeling him grow harder with each motion.

"You seem to take pride in this," she said. "And you are right to."

Bison drained the rest of his glass and took Storm by the waist, kissing her. Storm kissed him back, but only enough.

Bison began to work his mouth down her neck, kissing and licking her delicate skin. Storm did not feel any pleasure or excitement in this, but merely allowed the man to continue, feeling him as he stopped at her left breast and began to lick her nipple, teasing it with his teeth.

Noticing that she was not actively participating did not bother Bison, though. He should not force pleasure upon her, but he knew she would participate if she did find it pleasurable. So, in one fluid motion, he bent over and swept her off her feet.

The sudden action took Storm by surprise and she gasped.

"I think you'll find that I am not completely malevolent," he said, laying her down on the bed.

She laid there, her legs crossed as if she didn't know what was to come. And, really, she didn't.

Bison clapped his hands twice and a door from the side opened. Two women entered dressed in skin-tight dresses. They were both beautiful--one blonde, the other a redhead--but they had the same nervous, jerky movements of people living in fear.

"Ladies," Bison said. "Please help the weather goddess become more...comfortable."

Both women nodded and immediately pulled down their dresses. Beneath, they were completely naked, as if they were being used for just such an occasion as this. Their bodies were similar: young, toned, and skin without a single blemish. The main difference was that the blonde's breasts were larger while the redhead had thicker, wider thighs.

"What is the meaning of this?" Storm asked as the women crawled onto the bed. The redhead stopped at her legs and began to massage her feet while the blonde went behind her and began to massage her shoulders.

"Katarina," he said motioning to the blonde woman, "and Elizabeth," motioning to the redhead, "are well-versed in pleasure. I simply want you to be able to enjoy your time here. After all, I know that you yourself are not always spending your evenings with men."

At that, Katarina reached around and pulled Storm's face towards hers, kissing her. At the same time, Elizabeth had worked her way up Storm's legs and was now gently massaging the insides of her thighs, working her way up. Storm lost herself momentarily as she kissed Katarina, their mouths open and tongues writhing together. She almost didn't notice Elizabeth as she began to rub the upper part of Storm's pussy, finding her clit with ease.

Storm laid back on the bed, bringing Katarina down with her. She reached up and took her left breast in hand and began to delicately massage her nipple, making the woman moan slightly. Katarina followed suit and felt Storm's as well. However, she one-upped the weather goddess and bent down to begin sucking on her nipples.

Elizabeth, meanwhile, had now moved on and was bent over between Storm's legs, slowly licking her pussy. Storm began to moan again, feeling the woman's tongue expertly finding each area that stimulated her. She looked past Katarina to catch a glimpse at Elizabeth and what she was doing, and watched her briefly as she ate her out, but her sight was quickly pulled to Bison.

The man had another drink in hand and was merely watching. His cock was now fully erect, however, the look in his eyes told Storm that he was ready to use it. Draining the rest of his cognac with a single swig, he placed the glass on the wet bar and made his way onto the bed.

Elizabeth, who was still busy licking Storm, had her ass up in the perfect position for Bison. He got behind her and slowly slipped his cock into her pussy, making her jump slightly, but she didn't stop pleasuring Storm with her tongue.

Bison began to fuck her with a steady drive. His thrusts were not gentle but he also didn't go at too quick of a pace like some rabid dog. He simply fucked her in a firm, steady fashion.

Katarina, seeing that her counterpart was now preoccupied with something else, simply ran a finger down Storm's stomach until she reached her pussy, and slowly slipped a finger in.

"Oh, Goddess," Storm said. She ran her fingers through Katarina's golden locks, gripping it and playing with it as she continued to suck on her nipple.

On the other end of the bed, Elizabeth was no longer laying any attention to Storm. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she gripped tightly onto the blankets as Bison continued to drive himself into her.

"Yes, yes!" she squealed. "Thank you, Lord Bison."

The way she addressed Bison was clearly an order passed down from him as some way of inflating his ego, but the way Elizabeth trembled as she was being fucked spoke for itself.

Finally, Bison decided he was done with this woman and pulled out. His breathing was slightly heavy and his skin had developed a thin layer of sweat, but this had really just been a warm-up for him.

"Leave us," he finally said to the women.

Without another word, Katarina and Elizabeth slid off the bed, grabbed their crumpled dresses, and walked out the door that they entered.

Now that they were alone, Bison pulled himself up the bed, kneeling at Storm's open legs.

"Are you ready for me, goddess?" he asked. There was no condescension in his voice when he addressed her.

And to Storm's surprise, she was ready. Bison was clever in bringing in the women. He knew that Storm, being a woman of principles, would never actively 'want' him, but having these women bring her to the edge and then deprive her of finishing made her shatter her principles.

"Yes," she gasped. "Take me."

Bison smiled and inserted himself into Storm's wanting pussy. Immediately, she let out a moan and raked her claws against his back. Bison was less rigid with his thrusts, less mechanical; he was enjoying himself.

Storm couldn't deny the pleasure she felt, either. The man on top of her, driving his cock into her, was a disgusting murderer, but the taboo of it all crept up and excited her more. After just a minute, she could feel waves of pleasure sweeping through her loins.

"Goddess!" she screamed as she climaxed.

Bison chuckled between his guttural grunts as he continued to pound the X-Man. Storm dug her claws deeper into his back, but the pain only fueled the man. He reached down and cupped her left breast, tweaking it slightly as he leaned in and ran his tongue along her neck. He knew he disgusted Storm but it seemed he had free roam of her body anyways.

As Bison continued to lick around Storm's neck, she whispered in his ear, "Lay back."

M. Bison was not one to take orders from anyone. But from a goddess, he could make an exception. He rolled to the side and laid on his back. Immediately, Storm mounted him, letting his cock slide deep within her.

Storm shuddered at first as she lowered herself onto him, her eyes squeezed shut. Slowly, she began to bounce up and down on it, her tits bouncing in-tandem. Bison held onto her hips, but slowly began to reach around and grip onto her ass as they continued.

"Tell me, weather goddess," he said. "Do you enjoy the power you wield? Or are you just another 'hero' who only uses it because it is her responsibility?"

"I...use it because it is a responsibility," she said, opening her eyes. "But I will say that there are times when it brings immense...pleasure."

As Storm continued to ride him, Bison began to thrust his hips up and down, making sure all of him was being used to please her.

"Then we are not so different," Bison said. "Perhaps we could even...join together."

The idea was ludicrous, of course. How could Storm ever lower herself to an alliance with Bison and Shadaloo? However, how could she ever lower herself to ever sleeping with the man? And this was much more than just sleeping with him.

Storm pulled her hair back and grabbed her own breast, feeling another orgasm coming.

"What...did you have in mind?"

Bison's thrusts up into her became stronger. "Simple: a marriage. You and your mutants will no longer be persecuted and you can help me to turn Shadaloo into something more."

With that last word, Bison drove his cock deep into her, making her let out a deep, wild moan as she climaxed. She froze up, unable to continue to ride the man, so he took up her slack. He tightened his grasp on her hips and continued to fuck her.

Storm fell forward, her hands landing on his chest for support.

"A...marriage?" she paused to catch her brief. "Between whom?"

Bison sat up and put his hands behind Storm's back as he laid her back down, ultimately switching positions with her. She looked up at him, waiting for an answer that she already knew.

"Would you be my queen?" Bison asked. "And usher in a new era?"

Bison thrusted his cock into her, slowly, as he waited for her answer. The slowness of it was intoxicating. She wanted all of it and she wanted it now.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in.

"Oh, Goddess," she said.

"You are the only goddess I know," Bison said. He pulled out from her. She looked up at him almost with outrage. "What is your answer?"

Storm only knew one thing at that moment: she wanted Bison's cock. She craved it.

"I...don't...," she said, her mind reeling. "Can we not speak of this after?"

"No."

As an answer, Bison stopped and pulled himself out of Storm. "I need an answer, Ororo."

She hesitated. "This will bring peace to the Morlocks?"

Bison's hardened face twitched into a smile. "Yes."

The absence of his cock only clouded Storm's judgment more. She needed it. "I accept," she finally said.

With a leering smile, Bison went back at it. This time there was more than just passion as he began to fuck her, driving her body into the mattress. There was an animalistic fervor.

And it was just what Storm wanted.

"Storm!" A voice spoke to her telepathically. "It's Psylocke. Do you read me? I can't reach Jean or Cyclops."

"I...read you," Storm said.

"Gambit and I have found Juri Han and she has led us to the Morlocks. Sinister isn't here, though."

"Wha...what?"

"We have extracted the Morlocks. Sinister isn't here. In fact, I don't think Sinister has been working for him for months."

The clouds of ecstasy in Storm's mind broke. If Sinister wasn't there, then what else had Bison been lying about to get Storm in his bed? In fact, what was it Bison had said?

"Usher in a new kind of era?"

Just then, Storm's eyes crackled as she realized Bison's game. He didn't just want her in his bed, nor as his queen. He wanted a child, a half-mutant child.

Bison sat up, feeling the electric crackle from Storm's eyes. Above him, he saw what looked like dark clouds gathering.

"Storm?" he said. "Is everything o--"

"You may have bedded a goddess," Storm said. "But she will never carry your child!"

Suddenly, lightning formed between Storm and the cloud with Bison in between. He yelped and was flown across the room as Storm rose up, a gust of wind carrying her to the door.

She broke through them and expected to have to fight her way out, but what she saw instead was an orgy of flesh involving Jean and the other three men she had left her with, only one of whom was her husband.

"We must leave," she said. Zangief and Balrog stood to stop them but she sent a gust of wind to knock them back. "Now."

Jean and Cyclops said nothing but followed Storm as she flew through the corridors of the mansion. None of them said a word of what had transpired between them, even on the flight back to the Xavier Institute.

The day was won, the Morlocks saved, and Shadaloo seemingly defeated. But as Storm flew her and her friends away in their jet, she knew that a toll had been taken on all battlers who had participated and none would ever be the same again.