Wanda vs Thanos Ch. 01

The battlefield lay in ruins, death looming in every corner. Every Avenger had fallen, their valiant efforts in vain.

Thanos' army had been decimated, with only Thanos, Proxima Midnight, Ebony Maw, and Evil Gamora remaining.

Wanda, donning her Scarlet Witch costume, appeared disheveled, her hair matted, her face smeared with dirt. Her outfit concealed her entire body except for her face and neck.

Taking cover behind a large boulder, Wanda glanced back, where Spider-Man's lifeless body lay. His suit had been torn apart at his groin, exposing his sizable flaccid penis and testicles.

Wanda had never expected Peter to possess such a well-endowed dick. If he were still alive, Wanda might have contemplated asking him out, despite her commitment to Vision.

A feeble voice called out, "Wanda."

Wanda turned to her right and spotted Carol Danvers in her Captain Marvel swimsuit costume, gravely injured. "Wanda, come here," Carol weakly beckoned.

Wanda cautiously crept toward Carol. "Thank goodness you're still alive," Wanda whispered.

Carol coughed, her condition worsening. "Not for much longer."

Emotions welled up in Wanda. "I can't face Thanos alone," she admitted.

Carol replied, "Thanos isn't truly formidable unless he possesses the Reality Stone."

Wanda confided, "I have it in my possession."

Carol nodded. "Good. Handle it with care."

Wanda inquired anxiously, "I can still save you."

Carol shook her head. "It's too late for me. But you can save humanity."

Wanda pressed, "How?"

Carol explained, "My titties, they're not ordinary. If you extract all the milk from them, my breast size will merge with yours, doubling your power. But remember, there will be consequences for your suit whenever you use this enhanced power."

Wanda questioned in disbelief, "You can't be serious."

Carol insisted, "Hurry, or if I die, my milk will turn into poison."

Wanda didn't waste time. She lowered Carol's vest, exposing her perfect breasts in a black bra.

Carol urged, "Tear it apart, quickly!"

Wanda didn't hesitate; her fingers moved deftly, tearing apart Carol's black bra, liberating her breasts with a subtle bounce. She then applied gentle pressure to Carol's right breast, sealing her lips around the supple flesh, and started a rhythmic suction, making sure not a single drop was wasted.

Carol weakly moaned, "Yes, that's it... take it all."

Wanda reluctantly disconnected her lips, asking, "Are you enjoying this?"

Carol admitted, "I may be dying, but I've never had a beautiful woman suck on my breasts before."

Wanda, her determination unwavering, locked onto Carol's right breast with an even firmer grip. Her lips embraced the soft mound with a heightened sense of purpose, intensifying her sucking rhythm. Gradually, she drew out every last drop of milk, ensuring not a drop remained.

Carol, her gaze fixed on Wanda's relentless efforts, tugged Wanda closer. As they lay together, she guided Wanda to rest on top of her. Their lips met, and Carol kissed Wanda with a fervor, licking the lingering traces of her own milk on Wanda's lips.

Wanda gently pulled away, concerned, "Carol!"

Carol responded with a sly smile, "Just wanted to see how your lips tasted before I die."

Wanda replied, "I don't have time for this. I can't keep hiding behind this boulder. Thanos will find me."

Carol suggested, "Then suck the left one... and could you at least give me an orgasm?"

Wanda firmly stated, "Carol, I'm not a lesbo."

Wanda felt compelled to fulfill the dying woman's request.

Wanda looked around frantically, saw the dead body of Groot, and then she made a strange choice.

She plucked his dick.

Wanda hesitated, aware that this was an unusual request. "Might feel rough."

Carol corrected her, "No, Groot's dick is made of smooth wood."

Wanda, still baffled, asked, "How did you..."

Then realizing Carol's point, she commented, "Oh, come on, Carol."

Wanda carefully removed Carol's swimsuit, leaving her completely exposed.

Wanda couldn't help but admire, "What a divine pussy. If I were into women, I'd feast on it endlessly."

With gentle caresses, Wanda slowly inserted Groot's wooden dick into Carol's wetness.

Carol gasped in response.

Her nimble fingers guided Groot's smooth appendage toward Carol's awaiting intimacy, a skillful and gentle insertion that elicited a soft gasp from Carol. Simultaneously, her lips descended upon Carol's left breast, taking in the engorged mound with a tender hunger.

Wanda's mouth clamped around the nipple, coaxing forth a flow of warm milk. Her tongue swirled and caressed, teasing the sensitive flesh, while Groot's makeshift phallus explored the depths of Carol's desire.

Carol moaned softly, trying to stifle her pleasure, not wanting to alert Thanos. "Wanda, drain me dry... make me wet... yes."

Wanda increased her suction and thrusting speed, responding to Carol's desires.

Carol could only utter, "Aaah... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ehhh... mmmm... yessssssss."

Carol climaxed, and her breast was completely drained of milk.

Wanda gazed down at Carol, feeling a sense of accomplishment, but her joy was short-lived as she noticed that Carol had stopped breathing.

A tear welled up in Wanda's eye, "Carol, I'm going to annihilate those damned aliens."

Wanda gave Carol a tender kiss on her lips.

Wanda's breasts began to expand, doubling in size until they were on par with Darcy Lewis. She couldn't help but marvel at the newfound softness and fullness of her chest.

So soft.

Her suit remained miraculously intact, a testament to its stretchable design.

Taking to the skies, Wanda faced the remaining threat, composed of Thanos and his trio of loyal followers.

Thanos sported a sinister grin, remarking, "Only she remains."

Ebony Maw, eager to act, inquired, "May I, sire?"

But Thanos had other plans, stating, "Allow Proxima to handle her. The three of us will search for the last Infinity Stone."

Gamora added, "The Reality Stone."

Thanos affectionately patted his daughter's head and confirmed, "Yes, my daughter."

With a swift decision made, Thanos, Gamora, and Maw departed the battlefield, vanishing through a rippling blue portal.

Meanwhile, on the ground, Proxima moved swiftly, closing the distance between her and the formidable Scarlet Witch.

Wanda descended to the ground, where Proxima and she confronted each other.

Proxima's gaze shifted to Wanda's huge milkers, and she remarked, "Someone's had implants."

Wanda's patience wore thin, and she responded with a punch to Proxima's face. "They're natural, you bitch."

In retaliation, Proxima hurled her deadly spear. Wanda managed to evade it by ducking, then closed the gap between them, launching a powerful punch aimed at Proxima's throat.

Proxima, demonstrating her formidable strength, intercepted Wanda's punch with her hand, leaving Wanda in awe. Then, with a forceful kick to Wanda's chest, Proxima's forceful kick found its mark on Wanda's chest, and her foot sank in ever so slightly. This was due to the softness of Wanda's enhanced boobs.

The impact sent Wanda hurtling into a nearby tree.

Seizing the opportunity, Proxima lunged at Wanda with her spear, intending to deliver a fatal blow. However, Wanda, employing her powers, flicked her fingers and halted Proxima mid-air before hurling her away.

As Wanda exerted her telekinetic powers, she couldn't help but notice an unintended consequence -- her sleeves began to disintegrate, leaving her suit's sleeves only intact up to her elbows. The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, a consequence of tapping into her enhanced abilities.

Carol's earlier warning echoed in her mind -- every use of her powers would result in the gradual disappearance of her suit. She needed to exercise caution, or she would be fighting nude.

With her telekinetic abilities compromised for now, Wanda found herself in a precarious situation. She needed to find an alternative solution to confront Proxima Midnight, who continued to pose a significant threat.

A somber sight caught her attention -- Black Widow's lifeless body lay nearby. Wanda's heart sank at the loss of her friend and fellow Avenger. Determination welled up within her as she recalled Natasha's resilience and strength.

With a heavy heart, Wanda knelt beside Black Widow's body and lowered her pants, revealing her bare, lifeless vagina. In a poignant moment, Wanda retrieved a black vibrator from within Natasha's pale pussy.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she whispered to her fallen comrade, "I knew it."