Cave of Wonders // Samantha Wilson
"You got the ruby?"
"Yep."
Felix couldn't retrieve it for himself because of Samantha's night watch so he had Hobie go out and get it just now. He rolled it over the table. Felix caught it.
"Thanks. And the mercenary you were chasing?"
"Yep. Gone. He's good." Hobie clicked his tongue and ate a granola bar. "Shit, man. Think we'll get caught."
"The sleeping gas, from what I gathered, messes up the memory too. When they wake up, they won't even realize they were awake."
"Are you shitting me? Really?"
"Really."
Felix and Hobie were in the kitchen of Ororo's castle, eating and whispering. The Defenders were eating at other tables. These two sat together without suspicion because—
"Ah, my boys of the night!"
Princess Ororo. She was giddy upon seeing them and slid right on Felix's lap. "How are my favourite scientists doing? Is everything with Web Ware going fine?"
"It's going great," Felix replied.
"Right-o." Hobie threw some finger guns and winks. "This dude is bloody smart, princess. Dunno where you picked 'em up but he's worth it."
"Trust me, I know." Ororo tilted her head back and kissed him on the chin. Felix smiled sheepishly. "So, what's the agenda for today? More sex, more tourism, or just a nice walk on the beach? I haven't showed you off to my people yet, have I? Oh, or maybe a competition between you and M'Baku! That would be fun—"
"Remember when you mentioned your people being here," Felix interjected before she went off the rails. See, Ororo wasn't a typical crazy. She didn't talk overly fast nor did she say things that were ridiculous. All of those suggestions? They were dead serious. They were spoken with inhumane royalty. This was a woman who got whatever she wanted, including her own nude society exempt from the laws of the world.
That kind of power could turn anyone crazy.
It also made them gullible.
"Ohh, you're interested in my people? Fascinating, very fascinating." A smile. Again, she didn't speak fast or sound crazy at all, despite her words seeming so. Her fingers crawled up his face until it ran through his hair. "What does a white man care for the culture of a lowly Kenyan tribe?"
"I'm a scientist. I'm a man of knowledge. I like to learn."
Ororo smiled and made out with him with her tongue. Saliva connecting them, eyes making loving contact, the princess licked her lips. "That's what I like about you. So curious. So ambitious~"
***
Thirty minutes later, Felix, Ororo, and the Defenders were on the train. The no-clothes rule actually began on their en-route destination, according to Ororo, and it inspired her to spread it to more people, albeit in a different context.
Thirty minutes of cutting through a long green until it gave way to an open valley unlike anything Felix Faeth had seen before.
Felix peered out the window.
'This is it. This is where my Spider-Sense is telling me to go.'
When it slowed to a stop, the platform wasn't made of steel or concrete—it was carved entirely from pale stone, softened by time and weather. Vines wound lazily through the cracks, and golden sunlight filtered through towering palms that stood like guardians. In the distance, nestled between two colossal cliffs, was a structure that shimmered faintly under the light.
Felix stepped off the train barefoot, following Ororo Munroe's lead. Her pace was steady, graceful. She wore only a white ceremonial robe over one shoulder—no crown, no adornments—just the proud silver of her hair, the sharp clarity of her blue eyes, and a presence that commanded reverence.
The same could not be said for Felix, who couldn't help but breathe out:
"Whoa."
They had arrived at the Echo Chamber Cave.
From the outside, it resembled a temple carved into the face of the cliff, but nature had reclaimed it. Water trickled down the walls like gentle tears, and the entryway was framed by blooming yellow orchids and stone carvings so old they had no known script.
"This…looks like a Wakandan temple."
Ororo clung to his arm and smirked at Felix's reaction. "Astute, aren't you?"
Felix glanced at the carvings, many of them showing women in still poses—hands open, eyes closed—accompanied by symbols of stars, moons, and white-haired figures. The resemblance to Ororo was striking.
"These are the Maidens," she continued. "They served the royal bloodline generations before me. They believed the divine spirit of Bast was passed through our line… especially through the daughters who inherited white hair and blue eyes. Us daughters, when we reach a certain age, are to walk nude to show our purity. Not out there, maybe, but here. Like I mentioned, I took a lot of inspiration."
"Wicked," Hobie remarked. His eyes seem to catch something, as did Samantha Wilson.
From the shadows of the shrine's outer ring, six Maidens emerged—tall, regal women that were nude as could be. Their ebony skin was painted with white and gold symbols. They approached Ororo first, bowing their heads and pressing their palms together in greeting.
"Daughter of the Storm. We hear you," the tallest one said.
"And I greet you," Ororo replied in their native tongue. "I return as promised. With a guest."
Their gazes turned to Felix. He felt the weight of it—scrutinizing, not cruel, but deeply serious.
"A white man…?"
"This is not the King of Wakanda."
"And these others…"
All of them were judged, but Felix and Carol were judged most harshly. At least with Samantha Wilson, Monica, and Luke, there were some similarities. But those two? It looked like these Maidens had never seen a white man in their life.
"Hrm."
Then their gazes went lower. They were suddenly quiet.
"He is built like a god…"
"A god from another land perhaps…?"
"A god in mortal flesh nonetheless."
The mutters continued to rumble until the tallest Maiden declared: "The white man may enter. But only him."
"Wait, what? Come on, why not us?" Hobie protested.
"The King was understandable," another one of the Maidens added, "but this is too much. You may only bring one of them."
Samantha stomped a foot forward. The Maidens were not intimidated. "I'm going with him regardless of what you say."
"He is not here as an outsider," Ororo replied. "He is here as one who seeks truth. I vouch for him… and the spirit within him."
"And I vouch for Samantha too." Felix bowed, respectful. He didn't speak. He knew better than to offer words where none were asked for.
Finally, every single Maiden nodded once.
"Then three shall come. The rest—stay."
Samantha nodded at the other Defenders. This was some sort of religious location, so constraints were to be expected.
Together, the three-person group entered the Echo Chamber Cave. Felix in the middle, Samantha to right, and Ororo clinging to his left arm.
Inside, sound shifted. The cave absorbed noise in strange ways. Each footfall was soft, distant, yet every breath felt magnified in the silence. The walls were lined with shimmering minerals, veins of reflective crystal that caught the torchlight. They descended further underground. It just…didn't feel like it.
'So strange. Symbiote?'
'The metal…the Vibranium…'
'Yeah, it's very pure here. Absorbing even sound.'
'Almost absorbing your spider-sense.'
'What?'
No, that definitely wasn't the case. His Spider-Sense was tingling and still leading him. That had not changed since the moment he touched the red ruby. Oh, right, so where was the red ruby?
On his shoulder. Clinging to him because of the adhesive properties of his skin and getting coated in his invisibility. This wouldn't have been possible without the Symbiote's help. Felix attached it to himself and the Symbiote activated and spread the invisibility to it, like he would his suit.
Carvings covered the walls—depictions of stars, storms, and what looked like meteor fragments falling from the sky. Beneath these were temples, shrines, and a throne overrun by waves.
"The Fall of Atlantis…?"
Ororo smiled. "Once again, very astute, Felix."
The Fall of Atlantis, rendered in stone. Just what in the world was this temple?
At the deepest point of the cave, the path opened into a vast underground chamber. The air here felt heavier. Even Samantha blinked twice. "The air…"
"Have you ever been to Bolivia?" Ororo suddenly asked. "Or, rather, have you heard of footballers going there? It can be tough. They often use oxygen masks in between matches because the air is so high. It gives a massive advantage to the locals. How do you think I built to much stamina? This air is nothing to me. To the contrary…"
The princess took a deep, deep breath.
"It's home."
"Fascinating," Felix murmured. "So your biology has gone through a minor mutation. That might explain your absurdly high libido…"
"Ha, maybe."
Ororo walked forward. The Maidens were no longer walking with them, stopping when they got here. A still pool of water reflected the roof of the chamber perfectly, while at the center stood a circular altar, surrounded by six stone pedestals.
Five of the six held radiant gemstones.
One pedestal was empty.
"These stones…?" Samantha murmured. "I know these…"
"SHIELD was looking for them, right? Guess what—finders keepers, losers weepers. And in my case, my family really are the original owners."
Felix followed her gaze, studying the gemstones. Each one shimmered in a different frequency: emerald green, sapphire blue, deep violet, sun-gold amber, and stormy silver. All except the empty pedestal at the far end.
"This is the Madripoor Set," Ororo continued. "At least, that's what it's called now. Its true name is lost. It's said these stones once belonged to an empire that ruled the earth before memory—before even Atlantis. They fell into the possession of our family here before they were stolen by Wakandan and white colonizers."
"The Wakandans too?" Felix questioned.
"They spread the word of the stones in the first place. Then the Spanish came and took all but two, with one of the two getting yanked by them. So if you were to ask me who was to blame or who my family hated more: it was fifty-fifty."
"Why is one missing?" Samantha asked.
Ororo simply smiled. "It's up for research."
"Research? A family heirloom?" Samantha sounded disappointed.
"It didn't work," Ororo admitted. "I brought all six together and thought it would do something. Reward me. But no, it did nothing. Ha, why do you think I made this whole island? I wanted something out of this place. Those Maidens didn't give it to me. The gems didn't give it to me. I realized only I can give myself what I want."
Felix circled the altar slowly, eyes on the symbols etched beneath each pedestal. 'The missing one is the ruby currently on my shoulder. She definitely isn't lying about it not working when she brought them together either.'
Except…
'Why does it feel that if I put the final piece together, it will work?'
"Somebody else has been here," Samantha suddenly noted.
"...ha, you got me. King T'Challa is often here to commune with the gods. I hand him the red ruby and he 'supposedly' talks to them." Ororo cackled. "But it's all for show. He puts the ruby down, stands there for a second, and then picks it right up back. Says that he has what he needs. As if."
"Only stands there for a second…"
"Yep. No lightshow, no nothing. He allegedly talks to them in less than a second." Ororo laughed mockingly. "What a fool."
Click.
Unbeknownst to Samantha or the cackling Ororo, he put the red ruby down on the final pedestal.
The world went black for Felix Faeth.
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The world had faded. Where there had once been stone, water, and sacred halls beneath the earth, Felix now stood in an endless expanse of golden mist. The light came from everywhere and nowhere, casting no shadows, yet illuminating the swirls of divine clouds beneath his feet.
He was completely nude—
"A white man…?"
Meditating, legs crossed, was an entity that Felix could only describe as godly and alien. Adorned in regal violet plumes and a golden head shaped like an antelope's horns.
The goddess held a shepherd's staff curled at the end, and a radiant necklace of sunstone adorned her chest.
She was power. She was rain. She was reverence.
"I am Mujaji," she said, her voice like distant storm clouds rolling over a desert. "I am the goddess of the rain. I gave Wakanda its name."
Felix bowed instinctively, unsure of the protocol in such a realm but aware enough to show deference. "An honor," he said carefully.
'Symbiote? You there?'
'I ammm…'
Her piercing eyes—pupil-less, glowing like amethyst under lightning—looked him over. There was a pause. She tilted her head slightly.
"You are strangely blessed for a man not born under my sun. The king whom I speak to is not like you."
'T'Challa…he actually was talking to the gods…! Is that why T'Challa is so kind to Ororo and Kenya as a whole? His own god, the thing that keeps his bloodlines blessed, is here. Genuinely here.'
It was a personal matter, according to Emma. To strip himself nude and enter this sacred cave and commune with his ancestors…
He could understand to some extent why Emma kept quiet.
"Thank you."
"I do not wish to speak with you," Mujaji said at last, her tone calm but final. "But my brother does."
The golden mist thickened again, swirling around her meditating form and returning into the haze. Her figure blurred, dissipating like morning fog under the rising sun.
Felix stood alone again—but not for long.
A deep rumble rolled through the clouds. Something older. Heavier. The voice that came next was not Mujaji's. It was deeper. Darker.
"He prays. He prays. You do not. You are not the panther without claws. You…are the Spider."
A black panther slowly inched closer, golden eyes gleaming. Within the fog, Felix could only see the animal's face. Surprisingly, it did not intimidate nor did the panther want to intimidate. It spoke to him and nothing more.
"I am," Felix replied, unfazed. The giant panther came one inch closer. Its nose breathed blue smoke.
"A long time ago, there was the Black Panther. There were kings and queens. There was magic. You have seen some glimpses of it, I am sure."
At the Scorpion's Club, yes, he saw the rare magical artefacts. Only the riches were even aware of their existence.
"Then she arrived, the young Chameleon. The one whose shades hides many faces. She was a fletchling then. Her skills, however, were that of a demigod. She stole that which the king of old should have taken. She stole and burned my son's and daughter's birthright."
Birthright…?
"I witnessed your great battle with the Lizard that Fell from the Stars, Spider. Have you not considered how unnatural it was? How could it befall even you, the strongest and most keen of this world? The Chameleon was feeding it, you know that to be true, but what did that cursed demoness feed it? And why?"
"The meteorite—"
"No. Before that. Even before that."
"She was probably trying to use the Lizard as a means of escape. The monster causes destruction and she slips through the fires. So you're saying she fed the Lizard what your kings and queens are supposed to take. What is it?"
"The Core of the Heart Herb. That is what she stole."
"...!"
"But the power she stole became too great. What she held, what she stole from us, was the birthright of my family. The power of the Black Panther. She stole the plant and burned our garden. She gave the root to her pet for fun—without thinking. When emerged with the elements of those that came from the stars…"
"It turned into a monster."
The Symbiote, the radiation, the Heart-Shaped Herb—Felix finally understood what Creature Z was. A pained creature turned into a living disaster by the hands of mankind's greed.
"It turned into a god of destruction. It is equally of magic as it is of the stars. It is a creature that should never, ever step foot onto this Earth."
"As it stands, it is still in space." Felix gave a nod. "Don't worry, I'll make sure it will stay there."
"Killing it is impossible. So do not do what you cannot. Do not allow the desires of humanity to try and steal what they do not comprehend."
"The power of magic and science…you're right."
"I am the only god left on this Earth. All others have disappeared. All others have left the thought of man. Once I am gone, all that will be left will be my descendants and wisdom."
"Can't you just keep using this ruby?"
"No. Not forever. I have communed with King T'Challa many times. But the powers that bind us are temporary. All things are temporary. It is why I did not wish to speak with the princess. She was not ready. She was not the one I sought."
The black panther seemed to want to say something else. Felix put a hand on his hip. "You…want me to watch over the Wakandan royal family, don't you?"
"If…it is in your ability, O Spider."
"Shuri is a good friend of mine. I accept."
"Thank you…"
He blew blue dust onto him. Felix laughed and waved it off. The fog almost started to creep up on the panther's whispers."Actually, wait, hold on! You mentioned the root but not the actual fruit. The Chameleon never acts without a plan, without money and security involved."
"Indeed. The last three fruits of my family remain somewhere on this Earth. To whom she gave it to, even I do not know."
This incident must have happened when? The 1960s or 70s? Bast mentioned Natasha being a fletchling and that it was meant to be taken by T'Challa's predecessor. Half a century had passed since then. The Russian government likely kept the fruit to themselves, no?
'Yet, as far as I can tell, the Russians have never had their own Super Soldier. Only one Captain America exists and existed.'
More importantly, Director Peggy Carter would know about it and use it. Hm, no, if the Russians were careful enough, there was a chance to hide it even from her prying eyes…
"The power of the gods cannot be given to humanity. Not yet. Not today," said Basat.
"Agreed. Again." Felix raised and looked at his own palm. "Power like this is addicting. It makes you less human and sometimes, that makes all the pain go away."
"As much as we hide the pain, the scars and wounds linger."
"They do. I'll find your Heart-Shaped Herbs, Bast, and I'll try and protect Shuri and T'Challa to the best of my ability too."
"As a gift, I shall leave you with a parting gift…"
Huh?
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…
Felix returned to reality. Like with T'Challa, less than a second passed and Felix and the ruby returned, invisibly and unnoticed. Samantha was closeby and she…
She turned to him, giving a nod. Everything was safe and everything was good.
"Shall we get going?" Samantha asked.
"Oh, sure. Not much to do anyway besides having sex here, haha."
Huh? What? T-that…that was definitely NOT what he wanted to say.
Samantha looked equally as confused. "...? What's wrong? Is having such a big penis finally affecting your brain—excuse me, those were not my words! NOT what I meant to say!"
Ororo looked over, also puzzled. "What's with this sudden flirting? Don't tell you want to get dicked down here too, Captain America?" The princess blinked. It was…sort of in character but also a tad too much.
"Obviously! I-I mean, no! T-that's exactly what I want but not in the way that I said! I want to get—mmph!" Samantha covered her mouth, her face so red that it was almost steaming. She huffed and puffed.
"Wow, breathing like that makes your tiiiiiii—" Felix choked, trying to stop himself. He turned and muffled his voice.
Princess Ororo put a hand on her hip. "Huh." She smirked. "This is kinda fun."
It was almost like…
Like they had no choice but to speak their innermost feelings.
This was Bast's gift for Felix Faeth. This was his reward for accepting his mission.
(*R18 Start**)
His flaccid cock had already begun to stir, the truth of everything coming into place. Samantha had America's Ass and America's Tits. Oh, and a nice set of abs too.
Luurch!
Felix's cock sprung to life. The sacred cave was immediately introduced to his pre-cum. Long and heavy, his balls suddenly seemed to be coursing with newfound energy. His cock and his balls, everything was more veiny. Everything was heavier and thicker.
The presence of the two black women sent more blood rushing south. Fuck, he had never been so big before. Princess Ororo Munroe was the first to notice.
Her eyes widened slightly, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. "By the gods, Felix," she murmured, her voice low and rich, almost like a purr. "What a cock. What an erection. This…" Her gaze dropped to his growing erection, now fully hard and jutting out from his body. "This is magnificent."
Felix felt his cheeks flush, but before he could stammer out a response, Ororo closed the distance between them. Without breaking eye contact with Felix, her hand reached out, fingers grazing the crown of his white cock, sending a jolt of electricity through him. "Such a heavy cock…" From the tip through the veins of the shaft down to the veiny scrotum. "Mm, heavy balls too. In this sacred cave, it is our duty to be the purest we can be. After all, in the presence of the gods, there is no shame."
Her voice steady but laced with an undeniable hunger. Her fingernails lightly stroked his nutsack.
"Is it the gods giving us this cock? Or just you?"
She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was both tender and commanding. Felix's cock was so damn hard that he felt dizzy. When Ororo pulled away, her eyes flicked over to Samantha Wilson, who stood a few feet away.
Her jaw had dropped. Her eyes were wide. Her pussy was wet and she just couldn't believe what she was witnessing. It was one thing to see his BWC hanging between his legs like a grandfather. But in a cave like this where the truth prevailed, her feelings bubbled up, and she studied a cock so big that her womb throbbed, it became too much.
Her muscular frame tensed up. She took a step back, blushing and opening and closing her mouth.
"What? Is the famous Captain America scared of a big white cock?"
Samantha hesitated, her cheeks flushing as she glanced between Felix and Ororo. Ororo had one hand on Felix's bare chest and the casualness in their posing, it was all so intimate. Captain America, on the other hand—
"I'm sorry, I'm a virgin," she stammered, too late in remembering that all she could say was the truth. "I-I want to but—nggh!"
She was resisting. She might have been able to resist, she was Captain America. Luckily, Princess Ororo was the devil on her shoulder. Smirking, she broke away from Felix and circled around Samantha so that she could slap her on the ass.
"Ha, America's Ass indeed." Ororo smirked while the surprised captain stumbled toward Felix. With another slap to the bum, they essentially walked forward with Ororo giving the next step by demonstrating: she dropped to her knees in front of Felix, her hands wrapping around the base of his cock. She looked up at Samantha, telling her, "Come on. We have a perfectly nice dick to service."
"T-true, but…"
Samantha bit her bottom lip. The truth. The truth. The truth in her agreed so much. Saying it loud, it just…suddenly made sense to her.
Captain America dropped to her knees.
Once upon a time, Felix Faeth was an ordinary college graduate.
Today, Princess Ororo and Captain America were down on their knees for him. They were the most iconic black women in the world and both of them were on their knees for Felix Faeth's big white cock. Nothing more, nothing less.
Ororo to the left and Samantah to the right. An African Princess and a Super Soldier. Luscious white hair and shoulder-length black curly hair. A glorious hourglass figure and a trained muscular figure. Both five-foot-eleven, the same height as him, yet looking up at his cock like it was the sun itself.
Ebony hands stroked up and down his cock. At first, it was only Ororo but slowly…Samantha unbit her bottom lip and joined in. Two pairs of hands jerking off his cock. It was messy, it was uncoordinated, but soon, it wasn't.
These two learned fast.
These two were at the apex of this world. The best of the best. The most famous of the famous. Richest of the richest, both in finance and—
"God…!"
—and in skin tone. It was a wonderful, wonderful contrast. His beige-toned python and their wonderful hands. Ororo's grip was soft whereas Samantha was tight and rapid.
Felix gasped when of the ladies took initiative to suck him off. Who else would it be but Ororo? His hands instinctively reached out to steady himself as Ororo's lips wrapped around him. Her mouth was warm, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock with expert precision. Literally—she was an expert in sucking dick and Samantha watched the princess like an apprentice. Ororo moved slowly at first, not for Felix's sake or because it might look like he would cum early but for Samantha.
Ororo was showing Samantha how to please this white man's horse cock.
As Ororo demonstrated the art of pleasuring a man, Samantha swallowed and nodded. She had never done anything like this before, her super soldier training leaving little room for such intimate encounters. But she understood. A photographic memory plus super strength, speed, and processing and the recipe for a great blowjob was starting to get cooked. She studied the way Ororo's lips moved, the way her head bobbed up and down. It stirred something deep within Captain America.
Pop!
Saliva. So much of it as Ororo pulled away. "Your turn," Ororo said, gesturing for Samantha to take her place. The white cock was red at the tip, sensitive from Bast's power and Felix's own need.
Samantha hesitated for only a moment. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she touched Felix's cock alone for the first time. Not with Ororo but alone. "W-wow…" Samantha was taller and heavier than the average woman in an athletic sense. She had tits, she had a firm ass, and she had abs. But Felix's cock—it still shocked her.
She went through war, she fought the best of the best, and yet this thick and heavy thing in her hand, it was intimidating and exhilarating.
"I, ah, hope it isn't too much for you," Felix said sheepishly.
Her grip tightened. She went from base to tip, base to tip. Oh my god, Felix's hips bucked. His butt was suddenly leaning on a sacred pedestal. This woman…
"I…am a Super Soldier," Samantha said. "I was built to fight and to breed. To be the apex of our species. I can do this."
'Her potential is off the charts!'
Schlap, schlap! With talent Felix had never seen before, she squeezed out pre-cum and combined it with her stroked. At the same time, her lips parted and the crown of his cock was suddenly gone. The sensation was overwhelming. Jerking him off and sucking him off. It swung both ways—Felix was gasping for air while Samantha's senses were filled by his musk. She began to move her head up and down. She was clumsy at first, especially when trying to go past six inches, her inexperience showing, but she was a quick learner. Within moments, she had found a rhythm, her lips and tongue and hands working in tandem.
Schlap, schlap, schlap!
"Ooh, look at that! The double hand twist!" Ororo remarked, proud of her small-time apprentice. "That took me a while to get the hang of!"
She didn't spit on it like, say, Rio did. She didn't know every little weakness. But the speed and grip—the raw physicality. Samantha was a fucking blur.
And while Samantha focused on his cock, Ororo dipped down to Felix's balls. She cupped them in her hands, her fingers gently kneading the sensitive skin before leaning in and pressing her lips against them. Her tongue darted out, lathering his sack with saliva as she suckled on them. Felix's moans of approval filled the cave.
"Your balls are perfect," Ororo murmured, her voice husky with desire. "So thick, so strong. I could worship them forever."
Ororo worshiped his balls.
Samantha celebrated his cock
Felix's breath came in ragged gasps as the two black women worked in unison to pleasure him. He had never experienced anything like this before, the combination of Ororo's expert touch and Samantha's eager enthusiasm sending him hurtling toward orgasm. Oh, sure, there was Mary Jane Watson and Christine Everhart that one time but these two—
Holy fuck, they were just different.
"I'm close," he warned, feeling the tight pressure building in his balls. Throb, throb, throb. Samantha went wide-eyed when his cock started reddening and growing. Overwhelmed, she pulled out and suddenly his cock was aching and alone.
"S-sorry!" Samantha coughed. Her little apologetic look and Ororo's lick of his balls?
Too much.
Felix felt the first spurt of cum erupt from his cock. It landed on Samantha's face, her eyes widening in surprise as she felt the warm, sticky liquid splatter across her cheek. Ororo left his sack and joined Samantha. Like docile dolls, she sat there and waited. There was plenty to cum.
Spurt, spurt, spurt!
"Look at that!" Ororo giggled, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop as Felix continued to cum. His ejaculate coated both pairs of tits in a glistening layer of white. Felix held the base of his cock as he aimed and shot out what he could.
Ororo purposely puffed out her chest and gave him a target. Samantha looked like a deer caught in headlights. She was no common slut. She was a proud, black woman who served the country—
Spurt, spurt, spurt!
"Haah…!" Felix smiled and sighed. Two lengthy strings of cum covered Samantha's face at a diagonal angle. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect and after that he started to petter off.
Samantha's eyes were shut, l-like she just accepted it. Because she did. She did accept it. Right now, she was his little slut. She obeyed the whims of this big white cock.
When it was over, Felix sighed one last time. Ororo and Samantha remained on their knees, their faces and bodies covered in his cum. Ororo's expression was one of satisfaction, her lips curling into a smug smile as she wiped a streak of semen from her cheek. Samantha, obviously, looked dazed, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and arousal.
"You did well," Ororo commented, reaching out to steal a piece of the thick string of cum on Samantha's face. "For your first time."
Samantha blinked and gulped twice, her mind struggling to process what had just happened. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she looked up and saw—
"Oh my god."
Felix's cock as hard as a rock.
Almost immediately, both Ororo AND Samantha went forward to suck and clean the tip of his cock. Felix put a hand on his hip, smiling and enjoying the brief fight over his cock. Which was why when he opened his mouth, he planned to pacify them.
"Black girls be loving the fuck out a dick when they suck it. Lord."
Instead, he said the complete opposite. His heart stopped. 'Fucking Bast and your damn spell!'
But Samantha and Ororo? They looked up at the cock, since looking at Felix was impossible with the way his python was angled, and decided to work together. Samantha worked on the tip and shaft while Ororo cleaned up the base and balls.
After two minutes, his cock was cleaned and mildly glossy. Their eye were different now. More…honest.
Samantha rose to her feet, her muscular frame still glistening with Felix's cum—until suddenly, it wasn't. Felix knew what this was again: Bast. This was his gift, or perhaps this was simply an effect of the cave's purity.
Samantha and Felix stood there, facing each other. Her cheeks flushed as she took in the sight of his still-hard cock, glistening in the dim light of the cave. Imagine that: a female black soldier with a beautiful heart-shaped ass that was deliciously round and firm, and a nerdy white male whose cock was dripping with pre-cum and announcing itself as the biggest in the island.
Felix Faeth never thought he would ever be presenting himself like this to a woman who, all his life, had been in textbooks. "You know, when I heard you were found in the ice, I, uh…" He stammered because dammit, this was NOT the time to be THIS honest. "Really wanted to slap your ass. Everybody was talking about your pussy would be different. Super Soldier p-pussy…"
He trailed off. No more. No more.
Felix Faeth was just as embarrassed as the woman in question.
"T-that's…"
Silence. Drip, drip. Pre-cum oozing. A cock ready and a pussy waiting.
Ororo was up and placed a hand on Samantha's shoulder. "Don't be a pussy, Captain America. If you want this dick…" She reached forward, only managing to grip the tip, and stroked it lightly. "Then take it like a woman! Come on!"
Samantha snapped into a soldier-like attitude. Without hesitating, he went up to Felix and kissed him. Holding him by the ass, leaning into him, dominating him and the kiss. His cock was pressed against her stomach and raised up.
"You better fuck me hard, soldier." Samantha smirked and licked her lips. "Apologies. Doctor."
"Right."
He smirked back and grabbed her ass. The two of them were trying to outdo the other, feeling up their assess, groping them, and becoming hungrier. Samantha's ass wasn't jiggly; it was firm and tight. There was no turning back now.
They broke apart, smiling and with Felix's cock being a throbbing, intimidating mess. Samantha walked over to a sacred pedestal and bent over, her muscular ass on full display. Felix lost his breath—her toned legs, the round, firm cheeks of her black ass, and the glistening slit between them. She spread her pussy with her fingers, exposing herself completely.
"Oh, fuck," Felix breathed, his cock twitching at the sight. Was it Bast's truth magic? Or was simply seeing America's Ass making him want to cum right then and there?
Slap, slap! The first thing he did, slap the black booty with his BWC. "You have to wake the pussy up before you kill it," Felix said.
Samantha glanced over her shoulder, determined. "Better not waste too much time, soldier."
Felix didn't need to be told twice. Taking one step back, his hands gripping his cock, he positioned himself at her entrance. The head of his cock pressed against her pussy and Samantha let out a sharp gasp.
"All that confidence and already gasping?" Felix snickered.
"T-that's…"
"Well, sorry, but…"
With a single, powerful thrust, Felix buried his entire length inside her. Samantha's back arched, a loud moan escaping her lips as she felt him stretch her to the limit.
'This is my turf!'
"C-c-c—nggh~! Y-you! Feliiix! I-I-I—!"
"Think you're cumming!? You are!"
Just by being balls-deep, Samantha's world changed. Her head tilted back and she wailed like it was her first time.
'W-woah! Don't tell.me…it is her first time!?'
Holy fuck, he had taken Captain America's virginity!? Seriously!? Honestly, it wasn't like he expected her to be super experienced. According to the history books, she never took on a lover and, knowing SHIELD, if she did it might have been covered up.
B-but still, this pussy…
'S-Samantha, y-you really can't control yourself, can you!? Your pussy is so tight that if it was any guy but me, their dick would have snapped off!'
But he was Spider-Man. He could take it. He could stay balls-deep and not have to worry. He could actually enjoy the sudden clamping and sigh. For a moment, Felix closed his eyes and just relished her tight hole.
The sight was intoxicating—her black ass was round and full, the kind of ass that could make a man lose his mind. The contrast between her dark skin and Felix's pale cock was stark, almost electric.
"Fuck her brains out already," Ororo whispered in Felix's ear like the devil. "Come on. Those balls aren't going to empty themselves."
"You're right."
CLAP—!
"Hngghh~! F-Felix, w-wait just a second—"
Tight! Tight, tight, tiiight! She really wanted him to stay still so that she could catch her breath. If this was a normal cave with no god secretly pushing him a gift, he might have obeyed.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Sorry! But this pussy—!" He rammed his hips forward. An ordinary would have cracked from the force of a Super Soldier and Spider-Man fucking. "—is too fucking good!!"
"Ngggh~! Y-you can't! You can't! I'm going to cum agaiin~!"
Her pussy clamped down. Samantha gasped and hung her head. She couldn't take it. She couldn't slam her ass back.
"It's too good! Your cock is TOO GOOD~!! FELIX, FELIX, FELIIIX~!"
The sound of his balls slapping against her ass filled the cave, a rhythmic echo that only added to the intensity of the rutting. This primal need to fuck this black woman until she was slobbering.The Super Soldier's moans grew louder, her hands gripping the pedestal for support. Again, it should have cracked but it didn't and they were all the better for it.
Her firm, Olympic-trained ass jiggled. Felix was driving that cock of his wildly inside her cunt. It was his! This pussy was finally his!
"Your!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Fat!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Fucking!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Ass!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
You know you were doing a good job when the Captain America started closing her eyes and shaking her head! This was the exemplification of one's world rocked. This was Captain America realizing there was more to this world than fighting.
"Your coccckk~! It's so long! So deeeep~! I-I can't believe! It won't stop making me cuuum~! Hngggh~!" She tried to pull herself up. She couldn't. "Oh god! Felix, Felix, FELIIX~! It's SO good~! You're so… nngh, so big~! Y-you're making me sound so crazy~!"
Felix didn't respond. He was too focused on the sensation of her tight pussy squeezing him, her walls clamping down on his cock like a vice. He could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling beneath him as he pounded into her.
That was until—
"Nggh!"
The devil returned and teased his ass. Princess Ororo, her pride on the line, crouched behind the white man and did a rimjob. She wanted him to throb. She wanted him to cum. It was a fascinating view, really. Captain America, moaning with her eyes rolled back ahead because of white cock and Princess Ororo, eating out the white man's ass.
His thrusts stuttered. Felix grit his teeth. Samantha was able to catch her breath, sweaty and puzzled.
"F-Felix?"
'Ram it all the way until it stops and keep pounding the back of that pussy!'
That was his current state of mind: keep fucking the deepest part of this Super Soldier.
"Fuck!"
Samantha's eyes rolled back again. He was back. He was powering through it. Ororo removed herself from him, smirking. She did what she had to do. "You're going to cum soon, Felix Faeth~"
He would.
His hips slammed into her booty. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air, each thrust drawing another moan from Samantha. She put her head on the pedestal, her muscular arms and legs shaking as Felix took her with an intensity she had never experienced before.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
'T-too tight! Gonna cum soon! So just give it my all!'
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
'Everything!!'
He reached over and seized her arms for himself. Gripping her wrists—
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
He started using them as reins to guide her movements. He was fucking her hard. His balls clapped against her ass cheeks, the sound sharp and satisfying. Her tongue dropped out and her pride and willpower suddenly went to the wayside.
The American Super Solder got fucked back into her African roots.
The backshots were just heavenly.
"Felix, pleasssshh! I cannsshh't tsshhkk it!"
Overload. It was complete overload for the poor virgin. But Felix wasn't about to let her go. He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. "You can take it. You're a super soldier, remember? You can handle this."
The recoil and cushion on that booty felt good as fuck.
Samantha's body convulsed as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching tightly around Felix's cock. "I-I-I can't! Your cock is too good! Nngghh~! I CAN'T STOP CUMMING~! I JUST CAN'T~!! I-I DON'T WANT TO CUM ANYMOOOREE~!"
"Really?"
"N-NOOO~! I'M LYING! I'M LYIIING~! I'M SHOOO SHOORRYY~!"
Ah, so Bast's little magic spell was wearing off if she could lie, even if for only a second. Felix smirked and made sure that his adhesive skin stopped her from a potential escape. He planned
"All these days, you've been swinging the fuck out of that ass! This is what you're supposed to do to that ass!!!"
Felix's thrusts grew harder, faster, stronger. This was no longer a white man and black woman—this was Spider-Man and Captain America and the victor between the two was clear. Her body was no longer her own, completely at the mercy of Felix's cock. She felt herself spiraling into a depravity she had never known, her shyness and reservations completely obliterated by the sheer intensity of the pleasure he was giving her.
"FELIX!" she screamed, her voice breaking. "I'M YOURS! PLEASE, JUST FUCK ME HARDER!"
Felix smirked, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made her see stars. Samantha's knees buckled and she would have fallen if not for her legendary willpower. This was no ordinary woman, this was a Super Soldier. Having ten orgasm tears through her all at once, her pussy clenching around the biggest, fattest white cock was well within her means.
"Do you want me to cum inside you?"
Samantha's response was immediate and desperate. "YES! YES, YES, YES!!" She gasped and whimpered. "Please, Felix, I need it! Cum inside me!"
Schliiick!
Huh? He couldn't move. The grip of her was stopping him in place. His smirk widened. "You really want it that bad? Then take it!"
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt! Arms pulling her back and arching her spine, her super pussy keeping his BWC allll the way pressed to her womb, and his balls shooting out everything it had. It was the perfect fairy tail ending. His balls had never tensed up this much before. Cum quickly overleaked and dribbled down to the floor.
"Such an impressive spill," the devil princess known as Ororo whispered, her boobs pressed to his back. "The gods have truly blessed you~"
It didn't matter.
For an ass as hot as that, it deserved as many white loads as it could physically handle.
His mind and body working as one, his cock pulsed and he emptied everything he had into her waiting pussy. Until for the first time in a long time, his balls ached. For a man with spider-powers and Extremis, that did not happen often.
Samantha let out a soundless scream. Her pussy tightened around him, milked him for every last drop of his cum. She could feel it all. She tightened and drained it all.
Captain America was officially creampied by Spider-Man.
"Fuuuck!"
This load…
"I'm emptying my balls here, Samantha…!"
…and this ass he was dumping into. The sweet and darkest of chocolate...damn. Felix was dumping all the nut in the last few seconds, so she got creampied good. There was a long silence of breathing immediately following.
Felix Faeth, the nerdy civilian, laid some serious pipe. That quiver and gasp at the end..
'Goddamn.'
Samantha Wilson was going to be chasing that high for a long, long time, and more importantly, the Super Soldier was going to be walking with a limp for days. She couldn't recall the last time that had happened.
This white nerd and his white cock somehow made her feel like a young, ordinary woman again.