Marvel's Avengers Ch. 01

"Fuck man, Think I'm gonna cum." the duplicate she had firmly in her throat cried out, her eyes bulged. She pulled away instantly, letting a thick rope of a saliva drip down on her covered chest.

"Can't cum yet, you all need to cum at the same time." she heaved, coughing for a breath momentarily, as he let go of her, now jerking his fuck meat on his own.

"Oh we're almost there too." the other 2 remarked as Yelena pumped their shafts, which produced a broad ginger grin on her fucked face.

"Then you know the procedure boys." she said now holding the plastic cups right underneath the spongy wet heads of their cocks, giving a free cup to the last one. "Do not waste a single drop." she licked her lips as she watched them orgasm in a loud series of moans as thick juicy cum erupted from the peeholes of their cocks like a volcano, exploding in all directions while mostly aimed at the cups. Long thick strands painted across Natasha's smudged lips and clothed chest as she instinctively licked the inhuman cum procured across her rim, tasting their warm slimy sauce like a kitten. "Fuck." she purred as she watched their gargantuan members empty their load into the containers. "You guys came a lot."

The trio seemed to lose balance as she grabbed the third cup from the last duplicate and shut the lid. In a fascinating view she witnessed the disappearance of the two other men into thin air as Prime Marcus remained, now passing out sideways on the bed with a forearm long flaccid penis resting peacefully, still fidgeting as droplets of post-cum leaked out of his piss hole.

Yelena sneakily reached forward and cupped a fingertip full of cum from the cock and tasted it once again. It had been such a long time since her throat was well-used like that and it made her feel alive. "Let's hope this helps you." she said quietly to herself, hoping to help the Inhumans the best way she can. Looking around the room momentarily, she realized how drenched and hungry her hole was and just as unsatisfied. "Can't believe they didn't return the favor." she said jokingly, fixing herself up as she wiped the cum off her top and proceeded to the exit of the containment as her groin was drenched.

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It was later that night when Natasha found herself back in her studio that she recently rented in Brooklyn. It was a small space that showed little to no personality with its brick walls and lack of furniture apart from a queen bed and a oak wooden desk decked out with a high end laptop. The only lightsource was the bent table lamp at the corner of her desk while she sat infront of her computer, typing away at a black and green Command Window. The clicks of her carefully trimmed nails tapping the keyboard filled the room like a pianist at work. Her eyes went back and forth between the countless lines of code that secured her location from prying eyes as she made her contact with a certain part of the Resistance movement going up against AIM.

"Marcus Peabody, Patient M, 13th Floor #1624" she typed as her nametag "TinyDancer" - a name that resonated with her past as a ballerina - appeared beside the message as soon as she sent. She waited for a moment, hopeful of a response, ultimately satisfied as it came in.

Theo: Received. Thank you Tiny Dancer. We Wish You Good Luck On Your Mission.

The following day was uneventful as she was called to another lab to help Dr. Killian with more mundane sort of tasks unlike the previous day. She had asked about Patient M but Killian was displeased and said "I can't discuss it with you sadly Yelena. There's been a complication last night apparently at the containment unit..." he looked uneasy as he spoke "They seem to have lost him. But the specimen you've procured has managed to survive, so thank you for that."

Natasha couldn't help but grin at the thought of Marcus making his escape - even though it seemed unbelievable that a well guarded place like AIM Tower would be easily penetrated by the Resistance without even raising an alarm.

Her first task at AIM was done, she was in, and it was going to be the long play.