From Natasha's vest, Wanda retrieved a small remote, a glint of determination in her eyes.
Proxima couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. "Are you planning to defeat me with that little gadget?" she taunted.
Wanda's grin grew wider as she held the remote. "Oh, this is just for fun."
With fierce determination, Proxima and Wanda charged at each other, battle cries echoing through the desolate battlefield.
Proxima swung her deadly spear with precision, aiming to strike Wanda down. However, Wanda's agility allowed her to evade the lethal blow, and in that fleeting moment, her hands found the hem of Proxima's pants.
With a swift and determined tug, Wanda yanked Proxima's pants down, revealing her blue-skinned vagina. Luckily for the alien warrior, they didn't wear underwear.
Before Proxima could react to the unexpected maneuver, Wanda seized the opportunity, pointing the vibrator towards her extra-thick pussy.
In that brief moment, as the vibrator made contact with Proxima's swollen blue lips, the world seemed to stand still. Proxima's reaction was immediate--a guttural gasp followed by a primal growl, her alien features contorted in a mix of surprise and a newfound, albeit unwelcome, sensation.
Proxima's eyes widened as she gasped, "Aaah! What was that?"
Wanda took a step back, her finger hovering over the remote control of the vibrator.
Proxima, caught off guard and overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion of the sleek black vibrator, was in the throes of a tumultuous mix of sensations. She writhed and quivered, her deep blue skin of vagina taking on an alluring shade of violet. Her hands instinctively reached for the offending object, but the vibrations coursing through her sent tremors of pleasure throughout her body.
"Mmmm, Ahhhhh, what sorcery is this? Ahemmmmm." Proxima managed to moan, her voice laden with a raw, primal edge.
Wanda, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of defiance and a hint of satisfaction, grinned as she held the remote control in her hand. She playfully teased, "Sorcery? No, just a little Earth technology. But you aliens really should consider wearing underwear."
Despite her distress, Proxima stubbornly continued her advance on Wanda. Unfazed, Wanda calmly activated the vibrator to its maximum range.
Proxima's resolve shattered as she dropped to her knees, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. Her moans grew louder and more desperate, "Aaaah, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhmmmm... Mommmmma... stop, please..."
Wanda had no intentions of killing Proxima, but she couldn't ignore the deaths of her fellow Avengers. Determined, Wanda clenched her fist tightly, summoning every ounce of strength she had left. With a swift, precise blow to Proxima's skull, she sent Proxima down on the ground.
Proxima lay motionless on the ground. Dead.
Wanda, standing over her fallen adversary, whispered to herself, "Three more to go. I think she called me Momma. But Whatever."
She then placed her hand on her own ass, squeezing it, checking something, and her expression relaxed with relief.
Wanda stood before the foreboding entrance of a deadly cave, seemingly a makeshift lair of Thanos.
As she ventured deeper into the cave, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The cave appeared to abruptly end just as she stepped inside. It didn't make sense, and Wanda couldn't afford to underestimate her surroundings.
Doubt gnawed at her, and she decided to use her formidable powers. With a focused effort, she unleashed her energy, creating a gaping hole in the wall that lay ahead. However, her powers came at a price.
The sleeves of her suit vanished completely, leaving her in a now sleeveless ensemble. She instinctively rubbed her arms, a shiver running down her spine from the sudden chill.
Wanda cautiously proceeded into the newly created passage, only to find Ebony Maw within, soundly asleep and snoring in front of a colossal, rocky door.
Drawing upon her powers once more, Wanda floated a sizable boulder into the air, positioning it directly above the slumbering Maw with the intent of ending his life while he slept.
Wanda's vest disintegrated a bit at her belly revealing her deep navel.
But Ebony Maw's eyes snapped open as if he had never been asleep, and in a casual flick of his finger, he shattered the hovering rock into a fine dust. With another swift gesture, Wanda found herself pinned forcefully against the cave wall, her freedom stolen in an instant.
Ebony Maw rose to his feet, a mocking smile playing across his lips. "I did inform our Sire Thanos that Proxima would be of little use."
Wanda, desperate and unwilling to resort to her powers, attempted to summon her human strength to escape. However, her struggles were in vain, and she remained firmly pinned.
Ebony Maw inched closer, his voice dripping with a perverse fascination. "You know, I always despised the Avengers, but not you. You, my dear, are an exception. If only you belonged to my species, I would have made you my queen. Alas, being a mere human..."
Wanda's features twisted in revulsion, the scent emanating from Ebony Maw proving unbearable.
Ebony's grip on her arms tightened as he attempted to lift them, exposing her armpits, but Wanda fought him with every ounce of her strength.
Undeterred, Ebony Maw's smile grew more sinister as he traced his hand down to her crotch, his voice lecherous. "You arouse me, my dear."
Wanda, her voice dripping with defiance, retorted, "Your feeble dick could never rise to the occasion, you ugly face."
Ignoring her words, Ebony Maw flicked his finger once more, forcing Wanda's hands upward, revealing her sweaty armpits. He leaned in, inhaling deeply. "A dirty and fuckable Avenger, indeed."
Wanda's disgust was palpable. She challenged him, her tone fierce. "Face me like a true warrior and end this if you dare."
Ebony Maw chuckled ominously. "Oh, rest assured, my dear, the end is near. Did someone tell you on earth, you look like a mother. I hear mothers of earth have the most interesting holes."
With a casual wave of his hand, Ebony's clothing slithered down his frail body. What was revealed was the form of an elderly man with wrinkled skin, but with three penises that writhed like serpents.
Wanda's mouth opened wide, "What the actual fuck?"
Ebony chuckled sinisterly, "To fill all your holes, Wanda Sexioff. Isn't that your name?"
Wanda responded with an act of defiance, spitting at Ebony's face in disgust. "No, it's Maximoff, you wretched scum."
Ebony, undeterred, licked the spit off his face with a perverse grin. "If your spit tastes this divine, I can only imagine the flavor of your vaginal juice."
He caressed his middle penis seductively while the other two elongated like serpents, beginning to fighting for Wanda's lips one by one.
Wanda squirmed helplessly, unable to resist the invasive penises. The other two penises sought entry into her mouth, but her clenched teeth denied them access.
All Wanda could produce were muffled sounds of protest, "Mmmm... mmmmm.... Mmmph."
Ebony Maw, on the brink of losing control, furiously masturbated his middle phallus until he climaxed onto his own hand, coating it with a substantial amount of semen.
His other two appendages, having failed their mission to enter Wanda's mouth, withdrew from her as he panted heavily.
Ebony smeared and rubbed the sticky semen onto Wanda's bare armpits with a sadistic grin. "Take it, you wretch. Embrace it."
Wanda, thoroughly disgusted, retorted, "Ewwww, you despicable bastard."
However, before Wanda could protest further, Ebony thrust all three of his engorged phalluses into her gaping mouth, relentlessly violating her oral cavity.
As Ebony's three phalluses relentlessly plunged deeper into her mouth, Wanda's attempts at resistance grew increasingly feeble. Her protests were reduced to muffled, desperate pleas for release.
"Mmmmmph... sssstop..."
Each thrust, each invasion, only intensified the sensations that coursed through her. The noises she made became a cacophony of struggling, mixing with Ebony's lewd grunts of pleasure.
"Oolppp... nnnggh... gogggg...Mmmph... no... plmph... sto-mph..."
But in her helpless state, her efforts were futile, and she remained trapped in this nightmarish ordeal.
Realizing she had no other option, Wanda summoned her powers, intending to use them to end this torment.
As her fingers began to flicker with crimson energy, the radiance gradually intensified. Wanda's pants started to vanish, the disappearance creeping down to her knees.
With determined focus, Wanda detached herself from the wall, sending Ebony Maw crashing down onto the ground. His jeers were met with a sly smile from Wanda, who retorted, "Your clothes are evaporating."
She proceeded to bury Maw beneath a pile of rubble from the roof, effectively sending him to his doom.
Now standing amidst the wreckage, Wanda took a moment to assess her attire. Her costume had been altered, leaving her with a sleeveless vest and nothing but red panties.
These panties clung to her hips and accentuated her mommy curves.
Unpleasantly, her armpits were sticky with Ebony Maw's vile cum.
Wanda understood she couldn't afford to use her powers any longer. The pressing question remained: how would she confront Thanos?
Her determined gaze remained fixed on the rocky door, her destination clear in her mind's eye.
Wanda opened the rocky door which led her to an empty throne room.
In the dimly lit, cavernous expanse of the throne room, Gamora, the relentless assassin, stood poised for action.
The centerpiece of her outfit was a strappy leather harness that left her green midriff bared. The upper straps of Gamora's alluring strappy leather harness led the Wanda's gaze to the inviting cleavage that lay nestled between her breasts.
Below the provocative harness, a leather skirt comprised of overlapping strips flowed sensually around her legs. Her thighs, sculpted by countless battles, were showcased with each graceful step she took.
