This is my first time writing smut like this so please tell me what you think!
Warnings: NSFW, NON-CON, DUB-CON, violence, gore, dacryphilia, gangbang, cuckhold?, yandere behavior, mentions of cannibalism and necrophilia, dark content, gangbang, sodomy
Featuring: Lensless Mark, Mohawk Mark, Sinister Mark, Viltrumite Mark x Reader
Please don't let my veins constrict
I'm just your doll, I promise
Mark is such a good friend to you. Always willing to lend a shoulder when things got rough. You even went to prom together! Not as a couple, no, that would never happen. At least that's what you told yourself, even though you would continuously stare at his lean, toned body and dark eyes and hair. Tall, dark, and handsome? Sign you up!
The other issue with Mark Grayson's and your possible relationship was his relationship with Samantha Eve Wilkins. Or Eve, as she was often called. The two appear to be a perfect couple. They complement each other well—Eve with her gorgeous ginger hair and emerald eyes. Mark, like you previously mentioned, was tall, dark, and handsome—everything you want in a man.
However, he is accounted for.
That doesn't stop you from being there for him, though. Especially after his breakup with Amber. He cried because he couldn't keep her safe. You remember how your jealousy bubbled up, but kept it down for his sake. Rubbing his shoulder and telling him it's alright.
A deep secret part of you has hoped he and Eve would go up in flames the same way, and he would come back to you. Crying in your arms the first time. How he didn't know if he could keep his loved ones safe, being Invincible.
He didn't know how to keep you safe.
When he whispered that against your scalp as he held you close like you were the most precious thing in the world, you almost confessed to him right then and there. You wished you had, god, you wish you did. Not even two weeks later, you caught Mark and Eve lip-locked in his room. You had come by to drop off some comic books he had let you borrow, and walked right into their messy make-out. Without another word, you silently closed the door and stepped out of his house. Tears gathered in your eyes as you silently walked home.
You are an idiot to think you and Mark could ever have something. This universe or the next.
Your phone pinged again, cutting off from your thoughts in the safety of your apartment, as Mark texted you.
The first text message was harmless enough. Perhaps he just wanted to hang out; it had been a while since you two got to properly do so. Well, you had been avoiding him ever since you found him and Eve. The second, however, made you concerned.
Mark: Stay where you are and do not go outside
It wasn't like Mark to not use proper grammar even in text, that dork. But this was almost like he was in a rush, straightforward and to the point.
You thought maybe he was fighting this week's big bad villain near your apartments, no biggie, nothing he couldn't handle. You set your phone down and turned on your TV, hoping to distract yourself and your complicated feelings for your best friend. Before you could switch stations, it went to breaking news. A news reporter holding a microphone with a nervous expression on his face appears on your screen.
He looks around fearfully searching for something in the sky, but when he doesn't find it, he looks back at the camera. He raises his microphone to his lips and licks them nervously.
"Y-Yeah, John, I'm here where the Invincibles first landed, as you can see, there is complete carnage behind me." The reporter turns to show the wreckage of the city. Buildings toppled and bodies lay scattered in red gore. Cars were flipped, and streets were leveled. You can see heroes evacuating survivors from the wreckage.
Okay, this wasn't your average run-of-the-mill villain, with how much carnage was laid out in one of the biggest cities in the world. And what was that about Invincible, plural?
"Our reports show that the casualties are in the thousands. If you see Invincible, do not, I repeat, do not-" Before he can finish his sentence. Mark, wearing his Invincible uniform, lands behind him with a smile, different from his usual bright grin. Wait, no, that can't be Mark. Last time you checked, he wore a black and blue suit, while the one he currently has on is black and yellow. You decided you didn't like his new suit, especially the cape. Couldn't Art have come up with something better?
This can't be your Mark, yet this superhero? Super villain? Resembled him so much that he could be his twin.
"As much as I enjoy you broadcasting my wonderful display, I can't leave any survivors," Mark said with a cruel shrug, and before your very eyes, raised his hand. Chopping the reporter's head clean off his body. Crimson blood spurted out where his head had once been. Coating the man's once pristine outfit in gore.
The man's body flopped down onto his knees as blood spewed from the arteries in his neck onto the concrete floor. Staining the mysterious black and yellow man's boots, who didn't seem to mind as he faced the cameraman. "Now...Onto the next." He grinned and, faster than a bullet, lounged towards the camera. "Oh Jesus-" the cameraman screamed in despair as the camera cut off to static.
Okay, what the hell is going on? Fear crept into your body as you pieced two and two together. Mark's text message and news report. Oh god, something terrible is happening, isn't it? You just hoped Mark would be okay.
With a deafening crash, a shadowy figure smashed through your window, sending shards of glass flying like daggers. A rush of adrenaline coursed through you as you screamed, instinctively diving into the couch to shield yourself from the shower of glass. The intruder, seemingly unfazed, stomped onto the remnants, the sharp crunch echoing ominously in the stunned silence of the room.
You reluctantly lift your head, arms still up, shielding your head from any more potential flying glass. Fear holding you in place on your cheap Ikea couch.
You prayed Mark would come to your rescue as you feared the worst.
This figure is clad in Mark's vintage yellow and blue suit, but it had key differences. The suit is complemented by fingerless gloves that reveal strong, capable hands. While a lensless mask obscures most of the face, it highlights the intense, dilated pupils beneath. Eyes wide with unrestrained excitement.
Again, this mystery man resembles Mark. The more you stare at him, the more you realize this is Mark. The bridge of his nose and the puffiness of his lips are too identical, you're embarrassed to admit you have memorized his facial structure. Committing it to memory in case you lost him forever. Whether to Eve or some dangerous force.
The key difference between this Mark and yours is the creepy smile adorning his face. As he steps closer and closer, his smile widens. Another key difference is that he's covered in gore and blood. From head to toe. A mirthless smirk different from your Mark's usual gleam.
"It's my lucky day!" The imposter suddenly exclaims with his arms up, celebrating. "I didn't know if this universe you lived in the same apartments or not!" This lensless Mark even spoke differently from your Mark. Like he had a permanent playful sneer in his voice.
You're extremely confused. The way he makes it sound as if there is another version of you out there. So that means there must be another version of Mark, maybe evil versions, out there. With how much blood is caked on him, you take it he's an evil one.
He stepped closer, glass crunching under his boots, the sound makes your breath seize. If he were anything like the other one on the news, you would be in big trouble.
You have to get the hell out of dodge.
As fast as you can, you spring up from the couch and make a beeline for the front doors of your apartment. If this Mark is the same as your Mark, you know you stand no chance, but you have to try. Your hand barely makes surface with the door handle before your arm is nearly ripped from its socket. Pulling you back forcibly into a solid wall, no, a chest. His muscles so solid that he feels like a brick wall.
Fear and pain paralyze you. You suck in your breath and try to suppress a scream as you are held so close to his chest. You could hear his heartbeat with how close you were. You were surprised to find it beating at nearly the same pace as yours. While yours is in fear, his is because of excitement.
Lenseless Mark clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Silly, you can't escape me, and you certainly didn't do it the first time. So what makes you think you could do this time, hmm?" He asks with an ominous smile and a tighter hold on your arm. You were definitely going to bruise there.
This lensless freak wasn't making any sense. What did he mean by "this universe you living in the same apartments" or "you certainly didn't escape him last time"? The ominous meaning behind the latter part of his words made you shudder. You never met this psycho in your life! Yet he acted like he knew you.
Abruptly, another window of your apartment was smashed through. This time, right next to you and your captor. You shriek as shattered glass hits you, cutting into your arm. Shutting your eyes, you tried to imagine you were anywhere else but here. Maybe if you imagined hard enough, you could pretend the iron grip on your arm was your Mark. Instead of grabbing you harshly, he was holding you to his chest lovingly.
Your whole body trembled as you slowly opened your eyes to see another Mark. This one has a unique style. His hair is cut into a mohawk that spikes in every direction, and he has an eyebrow piercing on his left side. Giving him a rebellious and bad boy style. This Mark, too, has lean, battle-hardened muscle.
Two Marks stood between you now. One blocked your only means of escape, and the other had you by the arms. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Mohawk Mark whistled at the sight of you. Anxious and afraid. Even in this universe, fear looks good on you. “Look at you, babe, didn't think I’d find you so soon in this dimension. But hey, I ain’t complaining!” He smirked and stepped closer to you and Lenseless Mark. His posture is relaxed as he stands in front of you and the psycho who's holding you.
“Hey, buddy, I appreciate you holding onto her for me, but could you let her go now? You see, she and I have a hot reunion we need to attend.” He spoke to Lenseless, but his gaze remained fixed on you, a glint in his eyes as if he had finally found his favorite toy.
The grip around you tightened, pulling you closer to him. He snarled at Mohawk, "Finders keepers! I found her first!" You couldn't help but whimper at the harsh hold on your arms. They talked about you as if you were an object.
It was a mistake to whimper like that, especially when you felt something warm and stiff press against you. This made you want to cry harder, but you knew it would give these two the sick satisfaction.
Their squabble was interrupted by a caped silhouette coming through your busted window. This figure was caked in blood and gore, bearing a wide-tooth grin. You realized him instantly. This is the man in the news who killed the news reporter. Your breath and body became rigid. Fear coursing through your veins.
He grinned at you. His hands and arms were alarming. Encrusted with blood and scratch marks. He floated closer and closer to the three of you.
“Guys, she's mine. But if you want to fight, I have no problem tearing you apart and fucking her in your guts afterwards.” He said it with a bone-chilling expression. Out of the three, this one was the worst, you decided.
Lensless Mark grew harder against your ass; the idea of a fight to the death for you turned him on. What the hell was wrong with these people? They were all unmistakably Mark but were nothing like him.
Your Mark was sweet and caring. These impostors were uncaring and perverted.
Mohawk glares at this sinister variant and shouts. "Fuck you, dipshit! She's mine!” He lounged at the sinister one, but he was prepared and easily caught his fist. “Pathetic.” He snickered and delivered a punch to Mohawk's stomach, who hunched over in pain, holding his guts that felt like they had exploded.
While this was happening, Lenseless took it upon himself to trap you in his arms completely. Rutting into your ass with his stiff boner. Head in your neck, inhaling your scent. You cringed and looked away. Humiliated by what was happening. Even more so when you felt a stir in your groin.
"I had almost forgotten what your fear smells like; it's been so long." He groaned into you. Hot breath tickling your neck.
He looked up at the two fighting in the air, the two exchanging punches. He looked at your terrified face, then looked up again. A light bulb went off in his head.
“Hey, guys!” he shouted, switching his grip to one arm, holding you against him as he raised his hand to yell. The two ignored him as they continued to try to kill one another. “Hey guys! I have an idea!” He shouted, louder this time, thinking they didn't hear him.
“What is it, dipshit?!” Mohawk Mark growled, trying to subdue Sinister Mark. It was clear which variant is stronger as Sinister Mark easily overpowered him with a punch to the face.
“Why don’t we just share her? I mean, there’s nothing she can do against all of us!” He exclaimed, an impish grin spreading across his face as he animatedly waved his arms in the air. His gestures were lively, brimming with an almost childlike enthusiasm that might have been charming under different circumstances.
But right now, as he discussed you like a mere piece of meat to be divided, it felt anything but endearing. The air around him crackled with an unsettling energy, and the casual cruelty in his tone left a chill crawling down your spine. “And afterwards, we can fight to the death. Okay, doky?” he added, his eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and menace.
Sinister paused, his fingers stroking his chin thoughtfully as he considered the proposition. It isn't a terrible idea, after all. While the thrill of fucking you in the heat of a post-battle frenzy certainly appealed to him, the prospect of indulging in his desires while you are at your most vulnerable is far too enticing to ignore. He felt his member harden at the idea. He made up his mind.
In a flash, Sinister is in front of you with a terrifying grin. You flinch back, fearful of what he might do. You know they have no intent to kill you right now. Regardless, it sounds like they had something much worse for you in store. A fate worse than death.
“How does that sound, sweet thing? Think you can take us all on?” His grin was predatory, revealing a cruel delight as he seized a handful of your hair, yanking your head back with brutal force. The sharp tug sent a rush of pain through your scalp, intensifying the sting in your eyes as tears threatened to spill over.
“S-Screw you!” You clenched through the pain. A glare of defiance was directed towards the Sinister Mark. This version of you had so much fight in you, he loved it. His version of you was never a fighter. Especially after he massacred your boyfriend in front of you. The pitiful look in your eyes made him realize he was in love with you.
"Hmm..." he hummed in mocking thought, "No, I think I'll screw you instead." He grinned and grabbed the top of your clothing, tearing it effortlessly like tissue paper. Exposing a plain black bra. It wasn't conventionally sexy, but it's been so long since he'd seen your exposed body. It wasn't long until that, too, was ripped from your body with ease. Your breasts bounced lewdly as they were freed with force.
You gasped and thrashed harder against Lenseless, who was staring at your chest.
"S-Stop!" Your woeful pleas fell on deaf ears. Tears freely fell down your face like a broken dam. Despair roots deep in your core. Lenseless Mark leaned down and lapped at your salty tears with glee. Which only made you cry harder.
You heard a whistle as Mohawk Mark came into view, with bloodshot eyes and a bloody nose from his battle with the other one. "This view never gets old, babe, you know that?" He leered, staring at your bare breasts. Despite the Sinister Mark still holding your head in place, you could make out Mohawk hardening in his suit. You had always hoped you would be the center of Mark's fantasies, but not like this.
A harsh tug at your nipple broke you from your thoughts. You moaned involuntarily, face flushing in embarrassment once you realized. The same hand twisted the fleshy organ with devilish delight, hoping to get another reaction out of you. You steel yourself, determined to get through with your dignity intact.
"Aw, c'mon babe, we could make you feel so good. If you just let us." Lenseless giggles behind you, using his hand that wasn't keeping you pinned in place to grope you. Your nipple hardened under the twisted fingers around it, making pleasure pool into your groin. It didn't help that the same Mark continues to grind into your ass.
A ruthless slap on your other breast caused you to moan again. A high-pitched, needy sound. You couldn't take this humiliation and hopelessness anymore. Yes, in your wildest fantasies, you dreamed of this. Not one, not two, but three Marks? All very into you. However, they weren't your Mark, and would never be your Mark. Instead, they were sources of torment, their enticements quickly morphing into a suffocating trap. The urgency to escape became a need; you had to break free and fast, before you were ensnared completely.
Unbeknownst to the individuals caught up in the chaotic scene below, a solitary figure hovered silently outside your apartment. This was an alternative version of Mark Grayson, a being shaped by the unforgiving doctrines of the Viltrum Empire. His traditional Viltrum suit, once white, now bore ghastly crimson stains.
A part of him relished the spectacle before him, his gaze lingering on the moment when your breasts were unveiled, showcasing their beauty. Yet, another emotion surged within him—anger. In his realm, you were not just an object of desire; you were a revered concubine. The contrast between the exhilaration of that moment and the violation of your dignity ignited a fire in his groin.
Yet despite his fury, he stayed rooted to his spot. In a sick and twisted way, the scene before him was erotic. You were one of his favorites back home. No, you were the favorite.
He stayed right where he was. Watching the perverted presentation with a rigid posture. Ignoring the hardening member in his pants. Attempting to tell himself he was better than those disgusting versions of himself. Telling himself he would swoop in the second you were in real danger.
You continue to struggle fruitlessly in their intemperate assault. Despite the brave face you put on, your endeavor was slowly crumpling away. Particularly when Sinister Mark started to free his rock-hard member from the confines of his suit. Pink tip leaking with vile pre cum. Dark pubic hair neatly trimmed around his thick member.
You were about to be violated against your will.
This thought reignited your fight. You aren't about to take this lying down. Even if they are so much more powerful than you. Even if they wear the man you love face.
Without warning, you kick the Lensless Mark's crotch, your foot connecting to his family jewels with great force. You smirk in triumph; no man could ever survive a kick to the balls.
Instead of the desired effect of his loosening grip, and hopefully doubling over in excruciating pain. His influence on you did not falter. It tightened, crushing the breath from your lungs. Then he moaned, a desperate sound that sent chills down your spine. You don't know if in fear or horniness.
"Do that again! Pleeeaase?" He pleaded, now desperately trying to undress himself. Eager to free his stiff member that was begging to fuck you. His sadomasochism makes you want to puke.
A sudden and harsh slap nearly makes you lose consciousness; it's so harsh. Your cheek feels hot and tingly. A fresh set of tears streams down your face at the pain and inhumanity. The same yellow hand grabs your hair roughly again, nearly tearing strands off.
"Stupid cunt, you ever try that again, I'll kill you and fuck your still warm corpse." The Sinister Mark threatened with a furious sneer. The curl of both his frown and fingers around your hair means he's serious. Yet all that fight in you is so unbelievably attractive. He's going to enjoy tearing you apart, he's going to enjoy making you enjoy it.
That's enough for the fight in you to vanish.
Tears stream down your cheeks. Falling and splashing onto your naked breasts. The droplets roll down the curve of your body. All three Marks are memorized by the sight.
Mohawk is pissed that someone else slapped and threatened what was his. On the other hand, he had missed this view. You're vulnerable, especially with your tits out like that and moaning like a desperate whore.
Lensless is just happy to be included. He is also happy that he gets to fuck you again before he conquers another planet. Plus, this version of you is so feisty!
Sinister means every threat. He remembers how often his version of you would fight. It was endearing at first, but it got old after a while. He put an end to that defiance real quick.
He adored seeing you under his thumb, vulnerable. Ensnared in his violent fantasies. So easy to break and mold into his perfect doll.
Yes, you were just a doll. A doll for him to use and abuse.
Without hesitation, he grabbed the shorts and panties you’re wearing. Tearing them off of you, leaving you completely nude. You gasp and flinch as the cold air hits your most private parts.
Sinister Mark hums in satisfaction, rubbing a finger up your wet slit and teasing you. Lensless, with his cock now freed, attempts to stick it in your asshole. Earning a squeal from you.
"N-No! Not that hole—Please!" You plead in a desperate attempt to gain control of the situation. Lensless ignores your pleas, spitting on his heavy cock. He grabs your ass, spreading it apart. You brace yourself, every muscle tense.
Sinister begins rubbing your clit, slow, sensual circles. "Relax, babe." He coos into your ear. It's anything but comforting. However, the stimulation of your clit makes you relax slightly. Closing your eyes, you pretend this is your Mark touching you. Making you feel good.
A sharp intrusion in your ass shatters the illusion as you scream in pain. His thick cock penetrates the deepest part of you. You sob a wretched sound while Lensless slowly rutts into your ass. Taking his sweet time.
"Fuck baby! Your ass is so tight!" He moans, shallow thrusts make you cringe in pain. Thankfully he holds himself back from tearing you in two.
The contradiction of Sinister rubbing lazy circles on your clit while Lensless stretches your ass out as your mind spirals.
Moawk has taken it upon himself to start harshly sucking your nipples. Leaving bite marks on them that are sure to bruise later. Evidence of the assault for you to remember. As if this moment wouldn't be permanently ingrained in your head.
You moan unwillingly while Sinister rubs faster circles on your clit to the rhythm of his hand pumping his leaking cock. Your eyes clench while your fists are balled. Trying to fight off the pleasure that's slowly but surely mounting. After all this time still unwilling to give in to these twisted impostors' games.
"Open your eyes before I eat them out of your skull bitch." Sinister groaned, now rubbing his cock harder at the thought. How your soft orbs would roll on his tongue. Before they pop under his sharp canines.
You sniff and open them fearfully to see 2 disturbing grins and needy cocks.
You're reminded of Lensless cock steadily rocking into your ass that, unbeknownst to you, started to coat him in a light sheen of blood. You recoil at the new sensation of being penetrated with proper lube. Mixed with Sinister proding at your neglected dripping hole.
Continuously observing the sexual exploitation of you has gotten Viltrum Mark nearly cumming. Hand pawing at his long ago freed dick. His savior complex long since forgotten in his carnal desires. He watched as they used you for their sick fantasies.
He was displeased with the threats on your life, but told himself he could always slowly torture that yellow and black one after this was all over. Then he'd take you back home with him, whether you want to or not. But for now, he's content with watching you get fucked. Maybe he'd also try your ass.
The Marks make you change positions. Forcing you on your knees with your hands held behind your back, ass up in the air. Lensless continues to restrain you as he thrusts intensely into your tight ring of muscles. Making you clench around Sinister's fingers that have picked up speed, your pussy making prurient noises.
"What's wrong? Can't fight back with your ass getting fucked, can you?" Sinister smirks, curling his fingers in you, hitting a soft spot in you that makes you gasp. The whole ordeal is so degrading. You attempt to distract yourself from this torture by counting how many tiles are in your kitchen. The view is obstructed by a cock with pubic hair cut neatly. You hadn't noticed it before but now with it in clear view, you realize that Mohawk's cock is pierced. A curved barbell pokes out from his urethra. His hand stroking his cock leaking precum with eagerness.
He slaps his cock on your lips and cheeks with lewd wet slaps. Pre-cum stains your lips like gross lipstick. His cock jewelry is cool against your skin. You feel like a cheap whore.
Sinister slides under you, your pussy now sitting on top of his tip. He teases the tip at your entrance. Expecting a reaction from you. He hopes to make you beg for it. "C'mon sweet thing. Beg for it." He demands, a barely concealed warning. He is not above forcing you to beg for him. You know this and it causes you to tense. Fear mixed with slight pleasure.
Lensless thrusts faster, noisy claps of skin on skin fill the living room. You gasp and shake your head. Your opposition is wearing thin, building into hedonism. "P-Please..." You don't know what you're begging for anymore. Either for it to stop or for them to carry on. They know you're close to you're breaking point. You know you're close to your breaking point. Maybe the Lensless one was right all you have to do is give in and they won't hurt you.
"I can't hear you!" Mohawk replied with a sharp slap of his dick against your cheek. Instead of cringing away like you usually do, you moan. A feeble sound but it's a start. Mohawk smirks triumphantly, since he's the one who's finally gotten a moan from you. Pride swelling in his chest.
Barely above a whisper, you ultimately relent "p-please fuck me...". Giving up your self-respect for safety. A single tear rolls down your face.
That's precisely what these bastards wanted to hear. Sinister grins, wide and wicked. Slamming his hip upwards, thrusting into your heat. You gasp at the sensitivity of your walls, greedily sucking him in. He is neither kind nor patient. Each thrust a carnal jab into your soft cervix. You moan unabashedly, but are interrupted by Mohawk shoving his dick down your throat. Heavy balls slap against your chin as you gag around him. Salty pre-cum assaults your taste buds while Mohawk shudders from the sensation of your tongue.
"O-Oh my god—!" Lensless whimpers, thrusting harder into your ass. Drunk on how fat your ass looks from this angle. Sinister groans at the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his dick. Mohawk thrusts sloppily into your mouth, saliva coating his cock and balls. He stares down at you with hazy eyes. Drunk on your tears.
You moan, feeling filled to the brim. Overwhelming pleasure overtakes your mind as you're used like a whore. A sick secret part of you was loving this. But you would never admit it to anyone, especially yourself. God, you'd rather die.
You bob your head back and forth on Mohawk's cock. Making a loud slurping noise as he uses your mouth for his pleasure. "Fuuuck babe, no matter what universe, you sure can suck dick!" He groans, humping your face with vigor. His hand tightly grabs strands of hair, guiding your mouth.
Sinister hits a distinct spot that has you seeing stars. Uninhibited moans spill out as your face flushes in embarrassment. He grins and continues to hit that spot again and again. Each time tingling goes up your spine and your gut tightens with pleasure. Your pussy constricts around his cock making him groan a low sexy sound.
Lensless thrusts turn slobbly and out of rhythm. He moans and whimpers, carelessly dropping your arms to wrap his own around you. Embracing you in his secure grip. God, he always loved your ass. "Fuck—I'm close—" He moans, thrusting as deep as he possibly can and cums. The feeling is a sick but erotic sensation. Two feelings you've been feeling a lot today. He cums for a while, shallow thrust penetrating his cum deep within you.
He stays inside you while Sinister groans and grabs your thighs, bouncing on his cock while you suck Mohawk off. "Slut can't get enough of this." Sinister moans, balls tightening as he prepares to cum. Inside you, of course, no way in hell is he pulling out. He doesn't like kids or anything like that but the thought of you having his cum in your womb makes him feral.
You are tired beyond repair, now hoping the assault ends sooner rather than later.
A groan snaps you out of your thought. An explicit sound that has your clit aching. Sinister thrusts one final time before he empties his load in you. Cum overflowing your pussy, droplets falling on his balls.
You realize the mistake before it's too late. You just let him cum inside you. You wonder in terror what if his seed takes root? You don't have time to dwell on that thought however before Mohawk shoves his cock so far down your throat you gag harshly. Bitter cum flooding your mouth forcing you to swallow every last drop. "Shit—!" He moans, his grasp on your hair tightening, making you tear up. These monsters have done nothing but defile and use you, you think while gagging on cum. The thought both terrifies and excites you in a twisted way.
In the clouds, Viltrumite finishes into his hand with a soft moan. Having watched the erotic display with hawk vision. Honed in on every detail of you. He basks in the afterglow of post-nut, feeling like his mind is cleared. He now knows he has to keep you to himself. A goddess such as yourself.
Sinister keeps thrusting slowly and shallowly. Fingers back on your needy clit. You moan and look away. Attempting to imagine your Mark is rubbing your clit. Sinister knows what you're doing, and he won't have it. "Look at me, sweet thing." He demands. He doesn't have to threaten you, you know what he's capable of. What they're all capable of. You relent and look at him. The same devious smirk greeted you back. You never noticed how sharp his canines are. His fingers rub faster, making you moan louder. The sensations are too much. He forces an orgasm out of you with his harsh fingers. Squirting on his cock with a pitiful moan.
Your body relaxes against Lensless arms, the most relaxed you've been this whole encounter. Your body is shiny with sweat and their fluids. Giving you a glow, impossible for the Marks to look away from. They all decide independently that you need to be theirs. They all look at each other, the air suddenly hostile. Yeah, they fucked the shit out of you but now what? Lensless gently sets your naked form down on the couch, away from the bloody brawl that is about to happen. Sinister is the first to take a battle-ready stance. Fists raised ready to tear someone's throat out. Mohawk glares at him. He hasn't forgotten their previous fight and was ready for some revenge.
Before any real fighting began a commanding voice stopped everyone. "Enough we are supposed to be conquering this universe. Your petty squabble can wait." Viltrumite Mark announces with authority. He is confident in his ability to subdue these versions of himself. He had been trained on his home planet since the day he was born.
Sinister smirks, he knew the whole time he was up there, watching. He's surprised he never came down to join in on the fun. Judging from the way he stares at your naked form, he is no better than the rest of them.
He is the first one to relent, dropping his shoulders and folding them against his chest. He knows this version of him must have some kind of plan in mind. And he looks forward to watching them completely crumble in front of him."He's right, once we take over this pathetic universe then we can settle things," he spoke looking directly at Mohawk. Who scoffed, glaring at him. "And then I'll take what's rightfully mine." He announces, glancing towards you. Now peacefully unconscious on your couch.
"No way man! That pussy is mine!" Mohawk snarls, raising his fist at Sinister. Ready to attack, screw these guys. The only one he truly cares about is you, not this conquering bullshit. Viltrumite Mark glares at him. "Behave yourself or I'll kill your precious plaything." A farce, he would never hurt you. At least not to the extent these three have.
It's enough to calm Mohawk who now fixates his rage onto the Viltrumite. Whatever he could kill everyone in his way later. It was too much trouble right now. Lensless is not stupid he can also see through Viltrum Mark. He clearly loves you too, he sucks balls at hiding it. But like Sinister he'll play along for now.
All four return to the meeting spot with Angstrom Levy. Leaving you unconscious with cum drying in between your thighs. Bruises and blood decorate your skin, a chilling reminder of what had transpired. When you woke up you would be so ashamed at what happened. You could never look at Mark the same again.
At least that's what the Mark variants hope.
Woohoo boy this took me too long to finish. Now I'm going to go eat pizza rolls and go to sleep.
