A Hero's Reward Pt. 2 (Marvel)

Poll Winner

Themes: Foursome, Slutty Sex, Master/Slave

Summary: Part 2 of A Hero's Reward. After Peter claimed Emma Frost and Psylocke, Jean makes it her personal mission to ensure Peter claims as many women as possible due to being aware of how many have feelings for him and how good he would be for them. So she decides to turn her attention next to two other powerhouse mutant bombshells, Storm and the Scarlet Witch. 

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Camping. If you’d told Peter he would be going camping in the mountains with three beautiful women, he would have chuckled and asked what the REAL reason they all were up there was. Some supervillain planning to use the high elevation for a weather control device? An alien invasion that can only be stopped from a mountaintop for some reason? Some cult ritual that needed to be cut off before it could really get going?

Any and all of those options would have been more realistic in Peter’s eyes than the plain and simple truth. That being, they really were out here just for camping, with only one small caveat.

“Thank you again for doing this, Peter. Wanda needed to get away from it all, before she did something she would regret. Your presence… well, we’re hoping to show her the right way of doing things, if you know what I mean.”

He didn’t, not fully, but he also knew Jean knew that, thanks to her psychic abilities. So, he just chuckles with a rueful smile and a shake of his head, even as she beams at him and saunters past. Dressed in a pair of baby dukes, a tied off plaid shirt, and a wide-brimmed sunhat, his girlfriend looked quite spectacular. But then to be fair, so did the other two women they were with.

Wanda Maximoff, otherwise known as the Scarlet Witch, a mutant woman with some seriously powerful reality-warping abilities, is dressed up in jeans, a T-shirt, and a pair of boots. Ororo Munroe on the other hand, otherwise known as Storm, is clad in a pair of heeled boots and a sundress, one that goes quite well with her dark skin.

The three mutant women are all alone with Peter for the next few days, a weekend retreat if you will. In front of them is the place they’ll be staying, a spacious-looking two-story log cabin on the edge of a series of small mountain hot-springs. It’s honestly a beautiful place, and also gives some pretty spectacular views of the valley below them.

Emma and Betsy would have come, but they were both busy. Not just with their usual duties and responsibilities, but also with the fact that they were growing increasingly pregnant with his children. To be fair, Jean was pregnant as well… but she had insisted that she be a part of this, whatever THIS truly was.

As he carries all of their luggage into the cabin, Jean pulls Ororo and Wanda aside for a moment, having an obviously telepathic talk with them, seeing as he can’t even hear it with his enhanced hearing. But Peter doesn’t pay it much mind. Instead, he focuses on being present in the moment, in whatever capacity Jean and her friends need of him.

Still, he’s a little surprised when he steps back out of the cabin to find Ororo shucking her sundress off over her head, and Wanda blushing but removing her t-shirt as well. Jean has already done the same with her tied off plaid shirt and gives him a grin when she sees him staring at them, wide-eyed.

“We’re going to go skinny dipping in the hot springs, Peter. Care to join us?”

Well. After Emma and Betsy, he should have anticipated this, shouldn’t he have? Still, Peter’s eyes flicker between Ororo and Wanda all the same.

“Are you two… alright with that?”

“See what I mean, girls? This is just who he is. Unflinching in his good-naturedness.”

Peter flushes at Jean’s unrepentant praise, even as Ororo and Wanda, both give him very familiar looks. The last time he saw them, they were on Emma and Betsy’s faces, as the two kneeling, bound and gagged psychics had assured him they wanted to be his playthings. Peter had been getting used to that over the past couple months, even as theirs and Jean’s pregnancies had advanced. But he hadn’t necessarily expected Jean to bring two other women into it so quickly.

“Here, let me show you.”

Peter blinks, as Jean presses two fingers to her head and reaches out to him. He doesn’t feel anything, doesn’t feel any different really… but both Ororo and Wanda gasp as one, their eyes going wide and their mouths opening in amazement as they stare at him in wonder. It takes him a second to realize what’s happening. He’s not feeling anything… because it’s HIS mind that Jean is projecting Wanda and Ororo into.

He'd be more upset about the invasion of privacy, but to be perfectly honest, he doesn’t have anything to hide. And… it feels rather good, to have Wanda and Ororo reacting in awe to him. Even if he’s really not sure he’s all that special.

“You’re amazing, Peter. You… you’re so pure. So selfless.”

“I have never met a man as truly kindhearted as you. Jean is right. You deserve this.”

Hearing those words from a topless Wanda Maximoff and a naked Ororo Munroe, the dark-skinned weather controlling mutant having removed her sundress entirely, Peter furrows his brow as he looks between the two of them.

“Deserve… what, exactly?”

He’s pretty sure he knows, but he wants to be sure. He would never assume. Wanda and Ororo glance to one another, then to Jean, and then back to him and wear matching smiles as they answer in unison.

“”Us.””

Walking forward, the two beauties each take him by the hand and begin leading him over to the hot springs. Peter can only glance back at Jean helplessly, which the red-haired psychic returns with a wide, wicked grin. Well… apparently this was happening now.

They get to the hot spring’s edge and Peter finds himself being stripped down, even as both Ororo and Wanda lean in on either side of him, taking turns stealing his attention so they can kiss him soundly on the lips. When one of them isn’t kissing him, they’re kissing his neck, or working on getting his clothes off of him all the faster.

As soon as he’s naked, it’s Ororo who walks him into the hot spring with her, having kicked off her boots at some point. Wanda is left to strip the rest of the way down, removing her jeans and panties as Ororo and Peter enter the warm, bubbling, crystal-clear water. The series of natural hot springs truly are beautiful, the vents heating them making the water feel amazing against Peter’s skin. But not as amazing as Ororo’s hands feel on him as she runs them up and down his body for a moment… before dropping to her knees.

The water splashes as she sinks down into it, placing her at eye level with his belly button, and her prodigiously large dark tits at level with his twitching, throbbing cock. Peter can only groan in pleasure as she happily (and somewhat sluttily) wraps her breasts around his member.

“A true hero deserves a reward like this, Peter. And you, my handsome friend, are a true hero.”

As Ororo speaks with certainty and clarity in her voice, her glistening tits splashing across the surface of the water as she bounces them along his shaft, Wanda finishes stripping naked as well and comes down on her knees right next to her fellow mutant. Ororo has the good grace to shift positions so that the two are both able to use their tits on his cock, their nipples rubbing and flicking against one another.

While they’re doing so, Jean comes up behind him, wading into the hot spring as well and pressing her breasts and the slight baby bump denoting her pregnancy against his back. As her hands run over his pecs, her lips press against his ear.

“Do you like them, Peter? Do you like your latest reward?”

Peter can only nod in silence stupefaction. The fact is, he hadn’t really caught on to the idea that Jean might try to ‘reward’ him even more beyond Emma and Betsy. And yet, now here they were. Two more drop-dead gorgeous mutants, on their knees before him, albeit in different but also similar circumstances.

As he enjoys their breasts, his cock twitching in pleasure, Peter notices Wanda’s eyes flicking between her tits and Ororo’s. Her breasts aren’t quite as large as the dark-skinned mutant’s, and it’s clear in an instant that she realizes this. The barest flickers of red energy are beginning to appear in the air around her, and Peter clears his throat, catching her attention and giving her a smile.

“Wanda… you’re perfect just the way you are. I hope you know that.”

Wanda’s eyes go wide for a moment as she just stares at him. Then, slowly, she returns his smile somewhat shyly.

“Thank you… Master.”

Peter’s cock jumps in between their tits at that, and he blushes at her submissive tone. Ororo takes note of this and chuckles throatily.

“Oh? Is that what gets our hero’s engine revving? Heh, very well… Master, are you going to make us do all the work? Or are you going to use your horny, needy, mutant slaves to your heart’s content?”

He was already rock hard. Now though? Now he’s more than raring to go. This was all Jean, Emma, and Betsy’s fault really. They’d awakened something in him, and now he couldn’t put the demon back in the box. And yet, all three psychics had unrestricted access to his mind, and so had Wanda and Ororo now. None of the five women had seemed to think any less of him for… well, for enjoying the way they debased themselves before him, calling him their Master, naming themselves as his pets, fuck toys, and slaves.

It's enough to make his mouth dry, but also enough to spur him into action. Grabbing Ororo, he yanks her up onto her feet and bends her over the edge of the hot spring. The dark-skinned beauty doesn’t hesitate to plant her hands in place and bend over for him, her legs spreading wide as he moves behind her in the warm water.

Jean, meanwhile, immediately moves over to Wanda, whispering sweet nothings in the brunette’s ear as she fingers her fellow mutant and the two of them watch Peter line up with Ororo’s sex. Holding her firmly by the hips, the web crawler growls, before thrusting forward deep inside of her with a grunt.

Ororo throws her head back and positively HOWLS, her entire voluptuous body shaking and shuddering, water splashing around them, and droplets of fluid bouncing off of her jiggling form. Peter, meanwhile, groans in pleasure at the feel of her cunt, wrapped tightly around his cock.

He doesn’t hold back. Partially out of respect for the warrior woman Ororo Munroe has always been in his eyes, and partially to teach her a lesson for her teasing tone just now. Not that the beautiful mutant woman minds one bit. Her hands claw at the ground in front of her, the edge of the hot spring made of soft dirt that she’s able to really dig into as Peter judiciously and vigorously plows her from behind.

Her squelching, sopping wet cunt clings to his cock, trying desperately to pull him in deeper and hold him inside of her, but ultimately failing to do so as he jackhammers in and out of her at breakneck speed. Peter’s ferocity is unmatched, unparalleled, and in that moment, he goes to town on the beautiful mutant woman that so many know, look up to, and respect as the superheroine Storm. He claps her beautiful fat ass cheeks with his crotch and buries every last inch of his cock inside of her again and again and again… until he’s done.

With a hoarse shout, Peter cums inside of the beauty. Ororo doesn’t raise an ounce of protest, but then, that might be because by that point her eyes have rolled back in her head and her face has fallen forward into the dirt at the hot spring’s edge. Her ass is still up in the air, but she’s face down on the ground, trembling and quivering her way through mind-numbing ecstasy.

As Peter delivers his load, he grunts and gives her jiggling buttocks a final smack before pulling out. He’d have plenty more time over the weekend to play with Ororo… now it was Wanda’s turn.

Turning around, Peter blinks at the sight he finds waiting for him. Jean has drawn Wanda out of the hot spring water and is holding her aloft. At first glance, it looks like the psychic is somehow holding Wanda up with her hands alone. But no, those hands spreading Wanda’s thighs are just there to pull the brunette’s legs apart. In truth, it’s Jean’s mind that has Wanda floating in the air, presented for him to fuck at his leisure.

Grinning, Peter wades over to the beautiful brunette mutant, and as he approaches, she welcomes him with open arms. No words, just her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and her lips on his lips as his cock sinks into her depths. But he gets the impression all the same, that Wanda is completely surrendering to him, submitting in every possible way.

As his hands grip tightly at her buttocks, Peter feels Jean’s telekinetic hold on the other woman relax to nothing. He’s suddenly got all of Wanda’s bodyweight resting in his grasp and impaled on his cock. But that’s more than fine, because Peter is practically built for standing fucks, his enhanced strength allowing him to easily lift far more than one single woman.

And so, as the two of them swap spit while kissing deeply, Peter bounces Wanda up and down on his cock, thrusting up into her from below. Her feet hit the water and cause a splash each and every time, even as his cock throbs inside of her. Despite having just cum in Storm, it’s like Peter is dying to do it again. Is he about to get another two mutants pregnant? Maybe, but also, that seems to really only be a byproduct of all of this.

And yet, he can feel Jean’s telekinesis on his ball sack, can feel his submissive girlfriend fondling his nuts with her mind while he fucks one of her friends and fellow mutants. She’s watching him from over Wanda’s shoulder, smiling at him and touching herself with her actual hands all the while. In her eyes, Peter sees the delight of a successful plan, and the eagerness of a woman who can’t wait to see him conquer and claim another woman, another mutant.

Peter can be honest with himself in that moment… he can’t wait either. And so, as Wanda experiences yet another orgasm upon his cock, cumming for him for the umpteenth time in a short period, Peter groans and slams up inside of her once more, before unloading in her womb just as he had Ororo’s. He fills the Scarlet Witch to the brim, just as he did Storm, pumping them both full of his seed.

In the aftermath, Jean uses her mouth to clean him off, and then they both perform some aftercare on Ororo and Wanda in the hot spring before moving things to the cabin where they continue to be hot and steamy all weekend long. And by the end of the weekend… Peter isn’t even surprised anymore, when all three women walk around the cabin naked except for collars provided by Jean around their necks.

This is his life now, apparently… and Peter thinks he’s probably okay with that.