Play Testers Wanted Pt. 03

"What the fuck?!" I snarled as Gwen easily dodged the arrow.

I launched myself into the air and activated my suits glide wings. My weapon was still in my grip but deactivated. The enemy archer took aim and waited. They were taking their time. I was within a hundred feet when I lashed out and sent out a wave of telekinetic energy. The archer brought their bow across their body protectively and nothing happened. They should have been slammed against the side of the house. The next arrow crackled with energy and sped from the bow at hypersonic speed. I had to use my weapon this time and it barely deflected the projectile. The black blade slammed into the spine of the bow and sputtered. It nearly went out and I went on the defensive. The bow, like the last arrow, sizzled with a fierce energy, the energy from my weapon that it had stolen.

"Nice bow." I said as the archer gripped the bow at the middle, gave it a savage twist, and pulled the two halves apart. I suddenly realized how sharp the edges of the bow appeared. "Shit!" I cursed as I dodged the razor-sharp blades.

"Potty mouth." They said with a clearly modulated voice.

As I dodged, I looked for any open spots in their technique as well as their armor. If I could reach skin I could try and stun them. While they were a gifted marksman their melee skills sucked. I knocked one of the blades from their hand. I was about to finish disarming them when the other thief arrived. They saw the way things were going and I spotted the grenade sailing through the air. I shifted through the shadows away. By the time I recovered they were gone.

"Fuck!" I screamed.

"They got away." Gwen stated the obvious. "You were amazing!"

"How the hell can you say that?" I asked still fuming. "Sorry. I didn't mean that."

"Pfft. I understand your frustration." She said and my mind went straight to sex. "Take a look."

"Holy shit!" I cursed seeing the devastation the last arrow had done to the building we had been observing from. "That confirms my suspicion."

"Explosive arrows?" Gwen offered. "No. What is it then?"

"Vibranium." I said. "The first arrow absorbed part of the energy from my sword. The last one was from the bow after it had absorbed my Force Push. The bow transferred that energy into the arrow, and it did that."

"Whoa!" She said. "What is vibranium?"

"That is classified Ghost Spider." Widow declared as she appeared below us.

"Got to scoot. Oh here, I collected the arrows just in case." Gwen said as she handed me the vibranium missiles and clapped me on the back. "See ya later Jackal."

"Later Spider." I replied as I placed the precious arrows into my inventory and climbed down to the balcony, I had fought the archer on. "Your princess has some explaining to do."

"Hold that thought. I need to debrief you." Widow said quite seriously.

"Fine." I said before chuckling. "I am commando right now."

"Really?!" Shuri purred. "Maybe," She said licking her lips. "I could be there for this 'de-briefing' yes?"

"Maybe. Let's go back and let the locals deal with the theft. I am more interested on their weapons." Widow said spitting out the words angrily. "Let's go."

The cloaked aircraft appeared and lowered it boarding ramp. The skilled pilot brought the end of the ramp next to the balcony. Shuri touched the necklace around her throat and the dress with the plunging neckline and slit up the side was replaced with a skintight body suit. I watched her leap up and onto the ramp.

"I've had that." Widow whispered in my ear before following Shuri.

"Dang." I said as Hawkeye and I climbed aboard.

The Quinjet raced off to meet up with the Helicarrier Blackhawk. It was named after an enigmatic World War II war hero that led commando raids against the Nazis. He was a gifted pilot and a skilled strategist. The newly christened carrier was in the middle of its shakedown cruise in and around New York state. I wondered if Nick Fury would greet our plane. How cool would that be?

"She placed a tracker on you." Natasha informed me.

"I know. She's just starting out. I didn't want to hurt her feelings." I said and Widow made a face. "What?!"

"You want to fuck her, don't you?" Natasha asked just as Shuri returned from her tour of the front of the jet.

"Of course, he does," Shuri growled thinking Natasha was talking about her. "Have you seen this ass?!" She said as she gave it a playful smack. "Mega bootie and poor Widow's is so inferior!"

"Fuck you princess chokes a lot!" Widow fired back.

"One time!" Shuri growled.

I tried and failed not to laugh. That brought the ire of both women. I threw up my hands in surrender and they smiled at how good a boy I was. Thank goodness Hawkeye was playing copilot and didn't see the expression on Widow's lovely face. The pilot informed us over the intercom that we had arrived and to buckle up. The ship shook a bit as it vertical thrusters lowered us onto the deck of the carrier. The ramp lowered and we disembarked only to be met by none other than Nick Fury. He fixed us with his one good eye and frowned.

"Nice job everyone." He said and offered me his hand. "You did your best given the limited intelligence you were provided."

"Thank you." I said shaking his hand.

"Follow me so we can get you debriefed while the events are fresh in your mind." He said almost smiling.

"Thank you, Director Fury." I replied and he looked over his shoulder.

"Did I get a promotion I didn't know about?" He chuckled and my confusion was clear.

'Welcome Jackal, though I do prefer Ghost Fire, it is far sexier.' A female voice said gently touching my thoughts.

'Thanks.' I sent back even as I raised my defenses.

'Fear not, your secrets are sacrosanct here.' She promised. 'I find it simpler to use telepathy to maintain the S.H.I.E.LD. network. It is faster and more secure.'

I was brought to a debriefing chamber. It was comfortable if a bit starkly decorated. Less distractions were better for questioning I assumed. I was seated alone briefly until the director herself arrived. Why was she doing this? Weren't there better trained agents for this sort of thing?

"There are." She declared as she entered the room. "I brought coffee. I have been up late again and need a little pick me up. So, it is true, you are a vampire."

"I am director." I said trying to keep my excitement at bay.

"I suppose official introductions are required. I am Doctor Jean Grey the current Director here."

"You already know my name, and I like to think of myself as a paranormal investigator of sorts. I began as an outsider looking in but now, I am a part of it." I said.

"I would ask you how it happened, but my immediate concern are these thefts. I sense a pattern, but I haven't determined its full shape yet. Please tell me what happened. Stop. Tell me all the facts relevant to the case." She said smiling.

"I'll leave the naughty thoughts out." I began and her smile widened.

I launched into events leaving out Widow's sitting in my lap, my desire to take Gwen's virginity, and how smoking hot I found Shuri and her. The key parts of my story were my belief that the archer was armed with a vibranium bow and arrows. I described in detail the effects of my telekinetic attack and how the bow had drained my weapon.

"I concur. The probability that the weapons weren't vibranium is near zero. Your account and observations are greatly appreciated. I must speak with Princess Shuri. These are disturbing events and I am sure she will want to explain how thieves are carrying two hundred million dollars' worth of that rare alloy on their persons."

"You think the other thief had a vibranium weapon as well." I said and she neither confirmed nor denied my theory. "I understand."

"Let's go over your statement one more time to make sure I haven't missed any important details." Director Grey ordered and the scene slowed and then stopped.

A bright yellow screen appeared in the middle of the air. It read critical update and sorry for the inconvenience. There were flashes of text and I barely picked up item updates, armor skins, and additional side quests. It didn't seem to take very long from my perspective. The screen vanished and Jean Grey stood and thanked me for my patience. The scene ended and I got to my feet. A moment later I received an alert on my HUD. "What is it now?"

I pulled up my HUD and looked at the message.

'Previously inert object has become active.'

What the hell does that mean? I went through my stuff and there it was. The amethyst crystal I had pulled off the guy outside the Baxter Building was glowing. While it was active any power or ability it possessed was still a question mark. Did I have to equip it to find out? That might be dangerous but ah hell no guts no glory. I clicked on it and it automatically attached itself to the Helm of Anubis. That was fucking strange. I pulled up the mask and looked it over. I read over its abilities and knew them by heart.

'Heightened senses, check. See the invisible, check. Protect against sensory attacks, right. Secondary Item: Eye of Bast. Affinity for cats, dragons, improved sex craft scores.'

Dragons? Why the hell would Bast, the cat goddess, be tied to dragons? Makes no sense. I looked at my skill tree and saw that the stone had given me access to vampiric seduction skills. Sweet! Enthrall sounded interesting. Summon from afar reminded me of the classic Dracula movies. Enslaving bite let me bite someone without killing them, but it also bound them to me on a deeper level than just normal seduction. I wasn't sure I'd put that one to use. I was okay being an antihero but not a full-fledged villain.

I lowered my HUD and the scene resumed. Director Gray thanked me and an agent waiting outside took me to see Widow and Hawkeye. As we neared the command deck, I heard Nick Fury and a woman arguing. They were really going at it.

"...just listen to my suggestion!" She argued.

"I read your proposal and it is an exercise in stupidity and needlessly dangerous!" Fury snapped. "Drop it Stark! This conversation is over!"

"The hell it is!" She said as I stepped onto the command deck. "What the hell are you gawking at?!"

"If you want people to take you seriously a cooler demeanor works wonders." I fired back and Toni Stark blinked as if slapped.

Toni Stark was a strikingly attractive woman dressed in a handmade suit, short cropped black hair, and piercing blue eyes. The rest was hidden under her suit. She looked me over with the same clinical eye I had done with her.

"Damn Toni, he put you in your place!" Fury laughed his ass off.

"He's right. I let my passions get the better of me." She said as I joined Widow by the great bay window. The sun was just rising, and I guessed around six in game hours had passed during my debriefing and the update.

"Hell, of a view." I commented. "Anyone ever have sex up here?" I blurted out feeling a little impervious now.

"May-be." Nick offered with a definite evasive air.

"I guess I'm done here." I said. "When do I get a lift home?"

"Slow your horses Jackal, or should I call you Ghost." Fury said channeling his Samuel L. Jackson aspect. "The director might have a job offer for you. Being a private dick is cool and all, but uh working for us might have its benefits."

"I'm listening." I said feeling a sense of excitement building.

"I hear you done pissed off Mr. Fantastic. Care to share how you managed to do that?" He asked letting his serpentine smile show itself.

"Ghost?" One of the technicians muttered. "Not the Ghost?!" He blurted out and seeing my confusion he held up a tabloid magazine. The front-page article's tag line was 'Who is Susan's Friendly Ghost?' "Were you fuck... I mean sleeping with Susan Storm?"

"That would be indiscreet." I said.

"He's banging both of the Storms." Widow said and Nick ran with it.

"Damn Son! You must be Avenger material to survive both bitc... of them. Ahem. I saw Jenny Storm turn an A.I.M. super tank into slag. Well? Is Widow a liar or not?"

"I..." I began as I glared at Natasha. "Yeah. I did." I admitted and my HUD chimed. My notoriety score just doubled. I guess notoriety was a new stat they added in a recent update.

"I guess I'd be upset if I found out that not only did you violate my wife but her sister too." Nick laughed. "Wait, there's more. I can see it on your face."

"At the same time." I muttered.

"Speak up son! I didn't hear that." Nick egged me on.

"I said at the same time!" I snapped and watched everyone on the command deck stare at me in awe.

'Ding! Your notoriety score just doubled again. Great job!'

What good was notoriety anyway? I was about to find out, in spades. I received a notification via my HUD about the brand-new notoriety stat. The higher the stat the more people recognize you and the larger your fan base. It will allow for more interesting and spontaneous encounters. Even heroes can succumb it if you learn how to use it. Good hunting!

"I prefer going by Jackal, Reed thinks Ghost is dead." I said and one of the female technicians made a face. "Well, fuck... I guess you can call me either now. Hell, let's just stick with Ghost Fire."

Well, that made things more interesting. I asked about a tour of the carrier and to my surprise Nick Fury agreed to it. To my pleasant shock the Black Widow volunteered. She walked in front of me and my gaze instantly went to her ass. When I looked up, she had caught me checking her out. Instead of bitch slapping me across the deck she smiled.

'Even heroes may be swayed by your notoriety.'

"What's been going on since that little vampire incident?" I asked and that triggered an interesting piece of dialogue.

"Two incursions into Latveria because of weapon trafficking, a whole new scanning protocol to detect the undead and other hostiles, and did you really take on the Storm Sisters at the same damn time?" Natasha purred.

"Um yeah." I admitted.

"MMMMMM impressive!" She moaned. "Elevator."

We stepped into the elevator and the moment the door closed the lights inside turned scarlet and she pounced. My back hit the rear of the elevator as she kissed me. We tore at each other's uniforms. I told her how much I appreciated her S.H.I.E.LD. issue lingerie.

"If you like that you're going to love what I call the Widow's Kiss." She growled as she knelt in front of me.

"What is the... UNNNNNN!" I gasped when she took my entire length from the beginning. "OH Shit! So that's the Widow's Kiss. I give it a ten out of ten. Wait until you feel my Double Dragon."

Widow's eyes went wide in surprise. She closed them and focused on sucking me off. I grabbed her by the back of the head and she just moaned. I slipped my fingers into her short-cropped shoulder length hair and made a fist. It was time to tame the infamous Widow. I moved my hips while Natasha did the rest.

"Damn, I am close already!" I growled as that tongue of hers worked its sensual magic. "Suck it Natasha." I whispered tapping into my Kiai Jutsu skill. "That's it!" I said as the subliminal message hit her subconscious. "Blink twice for me love sponge." She did and now my tiniest desire was now her top priority. "Get ready to swallow."

I howled as I climaxed, and she dutifully swallowed every drop. She licked her lips as she stood up. It was my turn to make her scream. I knelt and she placed her foot on my shoulder leaving her wide open for my assault. I returned the favor and activated my serpent tongue attack. It always felt weird when it elongated, thickened, and slithered deep inside of her. I felt her nails dig into my scalp and heard her yelp of surprise. Luckily, I had the opportunity to practice with this talent. As it undulated inside of her the battle-hardened warrior melted like butter.

"Fuck me with your tongue you dirty scoundrel!" She cried. "We have twenty more minutes before my little program resolves itself and the elevator begins moving again. What could possibly be better than this?" She whimpered.

'This!' I thought as I waited for just this sort of prompt.

I pulled back a bit and my second tongue lashed out and went to work inside of her ass. It went in a lot easier than my cock was going to. The Widow shrieked in surprise as I violated her back door. She cursed and thrashed as both tongues worked her over. I watched her carefully and when I detected the signs, I brought my index finger into the fray and teased her clit. Her hands slapped the walls of the elevator as she climaxed. I pulled my tongues back into my mouth as that perfect ass of hers slid to the floor as her knees gave out.

'Attention! You've unlocked Black Widow's alternate appearance number 5! Activate?'

Hell yeah! I accepted and watched as we stood opposite one another. Some changes were subtle while the long mane of wavy red hair was obvious. She was a bit softer around the edges, but her eyes were fiercer and more intense. I kissed her and she melted in my grasp. Her body conformed to mine as I lifted her up and impaled her hands free. My erection sought out her pussy and found it. I buried it slowly but bury it I did. I was balls deep in the Widow and damn it felt amazing. I had no idea how the technology worked but it felt as real as anything outside the game. I believed they tweaked the sensory input recently. Widow's pussy felt amazing! Her legs went around my back and I slowly moved. Widow ended the kiss, looked me in the eyes, and said those magic words I will always remember.

"Hey mister... can you break me? Pretty please."

"Hold on tight little lady! It is about to get really bumpy."

"Make me your little cum dumpster!" She hissed as I picked up speed. "You're close... I can tell."

I pulled back and slammed it home. Her back arched as she climaxed. I did it again. I went faster from them on and it felt like the elevator cable had broken and the whole thing was falling to the bottom of the shaft. Speaking of shafts.

"Fuck me!" She screamed. "Come on and fuck me!"

I did. I pounded her and when she begged me, beat on my chest to stop, I ignored her. One orgasm blended with the one after that and so on. My own orgasm was building up fast. I grabbed the Widow by the throat, looked her in the eye, and kissed her. When my load pulsed inside of her, she moaned into my mouth. I broke the kiss. I was panting in her ear as I recovered.

"Damn... damn... I fucking needed that!" I gasped. "Who do you belong to?" I whispered weaving the last part of the subliminal spell deep into her mind. "Tell me."

"You!" She moaned. "I am yours."

"How many was that for you?" I asked.

"I lost count." She whispered back. "Can I call you?"

"Sweetheart... you get an itch that needs scratching just use the card I gave you." I said.

"MMMHMMMM!!" She purred. "Shit!" She cursed as one of her wrist tasers sounded an alarm. "One-minute warning!"

We quickly dressed and a got a new alert on my HUD.

'You've unlocked an alternate costume for the Black Widow. Select?'

Click.

The change was drastic. Natasha's hair was in a severe updo. Not a hair out of place, thin gunmetal gray rims on her glasses, her face painted to perfection, and a soft smile on her lips. She is wearing a crisp white blouse, a black jacket with thin silver pinstriping, and a short black pleated skirt. The skirt was so damn short that if she bent over a table it would ride up and over that firm round bottom of hers revealing whether she was wearing panties. Throw in white translucent stockings, and razor-sharp stiletto heels. I had to reach up and push my mouth closed. Natasha ate up the attention. As the door opened, she whispered in my ear.

"Schrodinger's Panties."

"I hate you." I growled as I felt my cock stiffen.

The two words referred to a thought experiment called Schrodinger's Cat. You might have heard of it. A cat is placed into a box with a vial of poison. The cat can't be observed until you open the box. Did the vial of poison break? Until the box is open the cat is both alive and dead. In this case I wouldn't know if she were wearing panties or not until she bent over. She never did.