Worlds Combine #8:

Mary Jane

By Karaokecowboy76

I am Uatu, a member of a cosmically powered group known as the Watchers.  There are few in the many and varied universes that can match my power.  But though I can intercede in the events you are about to hear of, such is not my place.  Mine is but to watch and record, but never to interfere… I am the Watcher.

New York City, near Four Freedoms Plaza-

                It was fortunate happenstance that day that brought him into the events unfolding around the world… he had of course been following the stories in the news, but as of yet he hadn’t had a chance to get involved, and wasn’t particularly trying to be either.  What he was doing that fateful day was prowling the streets of New York, looking for his next ex-missus Kilgrave when he saw a man across the street, walking the opposite direction.  He was about average height, but athletic with short blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a simple enough outfit consisting of jeans, a tee-shirt advertising a recent concert in the city and running shoes.  It was apparent he was trying to keep a low-profile, which was probably why he hadn’t burst into flames and gone streaking across the sky.  It wasn’t that easy for him to do though, since his identity was publicly known and he was rather famous… especially with the ladies who were turning and watching him pass, which was making him smile.

                Zebediah Kilgrave, the man more commonly referred to as the Purple Man, found it much easier to keep a low-profile on the crowded streets of New York.  Such was his power, that of mind control even over so many people as were milling about the streets around him right then, that he could mask his presence from them.  A good thing, considering the violet hue of his skin and hair and his tendency to wear purple clothing… if he didn’t want to stand out in a crowd, as he certainly would otherwise, he could simply ensure that no one around him saw him.  Not so the blonde man across the street… Johnny Storm, the Human Torch.

                Kilgrave hadn’t had much contact with the Fantastic Four over the years, though he certainly wouldn’t mind having more contact with the man’s sister, that sexy blonde bitch the Invisible Woman.  It was that possibility alone that caused him to change his course that morning, turning and following Johnny down the street, wondering where the man was going in the late morning on this Tuesday.  ‘Shouldn’t you be helping your accursed brother-in-law and the other heroes of the world save our planet boy?’  Zeb asked himself, thinking that whatever chore Johnny was on, it must have been important.

                Kilgrave followed him at a distance, secure and confident that he was unnoticed because he did not want to be noticed.  He paused across the street from the apartment building that Storm entered, scowling thoughtfully as he tilted his head back to gaze up the side of the towering structure.  Did he have a girlfriend here?  Was this a booty call?  That could be entertaining, allow him an opportunity to slip into the mind of the Human Torch and use him to gain access to Four Freedoms Plaza.  With a glance left and right to ensure he wasn’t about to be run over, he walked briskly across the street and followed the Human Torch into the building, glancing around the sparsely furnished lobby and seeing the blonde man about to step into an elevator.  There were two other people waiting on it with him and Kilgrave joined them surreptitiously, masking his presence from the minds of everyone in the room.

                When the elevator came, Zebediah stepped on with the others, carefully positioning himself so that he wouldn’t be jostled by any of the other passengers.  If they touched him, his ability to mask himself from them would be canceled and everyone would be made aware of his presence… something he very much wanted to avoid in such close proximity to so powerful a hero as this.  He noted that Johnny pressed the button for the thirty-fifth floor, about two-thirds of the way up the building.  By the time they reached it, he and Storm were the only two left on the elevator.  When Johnny stepped off, Kilgrave followed, less than six feet behind the blonde man.  Storm stopped at the door of an apartment that was halfway down the hallway on the left and when he knocked Kilgrave stopped right behind him, less than an arm’s length from the man and waited to see who would answer.

                When the door opened his eyes widened in delighted surprise and he felt a definite shifting in his groin.  The woman that presented herself to them was exquisite, about five foot nine and slender but with a pair of the highest, largest and most firmly rounded breasts Kilgrave had ever seen!  She had a beautiful cameo face with a button nose, full, soft looking lips and high, sculpted cheekbones.  Her long, vibrant red hair was currently pulled back in a long, loose ponytail and she was wearing a tee shirt that hung off her bosom in such a way that her taut, flat stomach was visible beneath it and the jeans she was wearing fit like she’d been poured into them.  She was barefoot, the nails of her delicate toes matching those of her fingers, carefully painted a striking red.  He recognized her at once, most men would recognize a famous super-model and actress when presented with her… Mary Jane Watson.  Was the Torch fucking this hottie?  That, determined Kilgrave, would be a serious injustice.

                “Johnny!” she said in apparent surprise but also, he thought he noted a bit of relief in her voice?  She stepped briefly into the hall and embraced the blonde man, who returned it.  Kilgrave could well imagine how much Storm had enjoyed that hug, but it seemed to him not to be a romantic hug, but rather one shared between close friends.  “What brings you?  Is it Peter? He didn’t come home last night.”

                “Can I come in MJ?”  He asked her and she nodded, stepping back into the apartment and then to the side, motioning the blonde man into the room.  Johnny entered the apartment and as the luscious redhead closed the door Kilgrave stepped up to it and pressed his ear to the wood, straining to hear what was said.  The acoustics in the room beyond were good, their voices carried to his ear just fine.  “Yes, I’m afraid this visit is about Peter.  I’m sure you’ve seen the news?  All these bizarre portals popping up all over the world, connecting out dimension to others?”  She must have nodded or something, because Johnny went on.  “Well, we believe Pete went through one and got caught on the other side.  We’ve had reports from some of the other people, not all of them super heroes or villains, but some just regular folks, of others that they’ve seen in these other places.  One man says he saw someone in a costume that matches Spider-Man’s in his home dimension.  Wonder Woman says that the man’s description of the place reminds her of Gotham City in her own dimension, so we think that Pete’s there.”

                Kilgrave’s eyes widened.  Mary Jane Watson was dating… or perhaps married to Spider-Man?  That was interesting.  And Storm had mentioned Wonder Woman… Kilgrave had seen footage of that goddess on the news, same as everyone else.  He had heard that she was a super heroine from another dimension and as far as he could tell, she was the sexiest thing on two legs he had ever set eyes on.  If she was at Four Freedoms Plaza, and Zeb could see no other way that Johnny Storm would have spoken to her, then Kilgrave now had an even greater motivation for getting in there!  If he could add Wonder Woman to the slowly growing number of slaves he had been collecting in recent years that would be incredible! 

                “What’s Reed saying?  What’s happening with these portals?  There’s a lot of rumors circulating, but no one seems to have any answers.”  Mary Jane commented.

                “Reed and some of the others, McCoy, Strange… you know, the big guns… they say they’re working on something to assist with a merger.  Current theory is that the universes are about to combine into one, bringing all of the various dimensions together.”  He sighed.  “They’re honestly not sure what it entails, how dangerous it will be… they don’t know much to be honest.”  Kilgrave could hear their voices growing closer as they approached the other side of the wall.  “I’ll keep you posted MJ, I promise but right now I have to get back… they’ll be missing me soon.  I just didn’t want you here by yourself, worrying about Pete and wondering what was going on.  You may not have any powers, but you’re still one of us.”

                Kilgrave was across the hall again when the door opened and he saw them standing there.  He watched her embrace the blonde man again, she kissed his cheek, making a little spike of jealousy surge up in Zebediah, her expression concerned.  And then Johnny Storm turned and exited the apartment, the sexy redhead closing the door behind him as he started back down the hallway toward the elevator.  This time, Kilgrave didn’t follow.  He had a plan, quickly formulated and pretty underdeveloped right now, but he knew one thing beyond any doubt… Mary Jane Watson was going to be his gateway drug.

                He waited just long enough for the door of the elevator to close behind the hero, then he stepped across the hall and knocked briskly on the door to her apartment.  The same she evidently shared with Spider-Man, which he was still trying to wrap his head around.  He heard her voice from the other side as she started to open the door, “Did you forget something Johnny?”  As she opened the door he let her see him and her expression, which had been set in a wan smile, faltered, her full lips reversing to a frown and her blue eyes narrowing as they played over him, the caution born of years as a superheroes wife quite obvious in her gaze.  She saw him as he was, for to do otherwise made no sense now.  Tall and very slender, with a long, narrow face and sharply jutting chin.  His skin was purple, though he liked to refer to it as violet and the suit he wore was of highest quality because he wouldn’t wear anything else and also, of course, purple.

                “Mary Jane Watson…” he said with a wide, beaming smile, his teeth gleaming brightly against his purple skin, “…my god, you are more beautiful in person than you are on the big screen, or any of those glossy magazine pages you’ve graced over the years.”

                Her instincts told her to slam the door and run from him, but even though she didn’t quite realize it yet, her will was no longer her own.  She belonged to him now.  “Who…?”

                He gave a slightly mocking bow, still smiling, “Zebediah Kilgrave… I’m a huge fan.  And in case you were wondering… you are now at my service.”  She stood there, blinking at him in confusion, wanting to do something but unable to because he hadn’t told her yet what that something was.  And of course, she hadn’t yet come to the realization that she was his to do with as he pleased… yet.  “Invite me in woman…” he said, still smiling brightly, “…I am dying to get to know you better.”

                MJ stepped aside, swinging the door open wider, her expression becoming more confused even as she did so, gesturing with her free hand for him to enter.  “Please come in Mister Kilgrave.”

                “Thank you so much dear,” he said as he crossed the threshold, the very tips of the fingers of his left hand extending beneath the shirt where it hung from her impressive breasts to trail across the smooth skin of her flat belly, making her gasp slightly and her flesh to tremble with excitement where he touched her, “… and please… call me master.”

                Mary Jane’s eyes widened and she swallowed audibly, terror spiking within her, wanting desperately to deny him, “Of course master.”  Her face was a mask of terror as she closed the door behind him, completely oblivious to what was happening.  She thought she knew all of Peter’s villains, had encountered them all herself more than once, but she had no idea who this man was.

                “You want to lock that, so we’re aren’t interrupted.”  MJ nodded, realizing she did want to lock the door and so she did.  “Excellent, you’re very obedient, I like that in a slave.”  She blinked, again wanting to defy him but finding that as he ordered her to join him in the living room, she could not help but obey.  She moved down the brief hallway, passing the kitchen on the right and her gaze shooting to the knife block on the counter there, handles jutting out enticingly at her.  She didn’t hesitate, coming to stand in front of him, less than an arm’s length from the Purple Man.  He looked her over with relish, his smile now far less charming and taking on a predatory look as he started to circle her.  “My word… you are exquisite aren’t you?”  As he circled her he let the fingers of his right hand caress her bare arm beneath the short sleeve of her tee shirt.  She whimpered slightly, shivering at his touch, the sound a combination of fear of pleasure, for he very much wanted his touch to excite her and since it was his will, it was so.  He paused behind her then, his eyes playing hungrily over the way her ass filled out the snug denims she was wearing.  He placed his hands on her slender but very shapely hips and pulled her back against him almost violently, making the redhead gasp with surprise as she felt her tight round buttocks suddenly pressed against his crotch and distinctly felt something there throbbing to get to her.  “You do know how to wear your jeans, don’t you MJ?”  He chuckled slightly.  “You don’t mind if I call you MJ, do you?”  His hand moved from her hips to her flat stomach, her fingers spreading across it as he pulled her back against him even more firmly, molding himself to her backside.  “Of course you don’t,” he said into her ear, feeling her tremble again with desire at the feel of his warm breath on her neck, “nothing I do bothers you.  In fact…” his hands moved up under her shirt, filled with her incredible breasts and squeezed them through her bra, lifting them and pushing them together as his strong fingers kneaded the massive mounds, “…my touch is the most erotic thing you’ve ever experienced.”  Even as he said it she found it was true, her full lips parting and her head rolling back against his shoulder as she emitted an impassioned moan, her ass reflexively pushing back against him, grinding against his swollen manhood.  “You’ve never wanted anyone as badly as you want me, have you whore?”

                “No…” she gasped as she moved against him desperately, her whole body alive with desire for him, her every nerve ending on fire, “… I haven’t.”  He moved his head in and kissed the side of her neck and she trembled from head to toe.  “Oh god!”  His tongue flicked out against the delicate lobe of her ear, then he was sucking on it playfully and she nearly orgasmed right there… except he didn’t want her to yet so she didn’t.

                “Prove to me how much you want me slut.”  He ordered her, whispering it almost lovingly into her ear.

                “How?” she whimpered desperately.

                “Use your imagination woman.”  He smiled the widest of all then as she turned and pressed her chest in him, his hands dropping back down as his arms once more encircled her waist, the hands finding and kneading her ass now, much as they had been her breasts a moment before.  She kissed him, her full, soft lips hungry against his and when he pushed his tongue forward she parted them for him, meeting it excitedly with her own, dueling with it in her mouth before pushing hers into his mouth with a licentious little growl.  Zeb’s heart was racing now for it had been a good while since he’d had so sexy a lover, even his Jessica hadn’t been as hot as this redhead.  He could feel her heart racing against his chest, her temperature spiking, her whole lithe body moving constantly as she squirmed in his arms, her every sensuous curve rubbing against him.  “Undress me.”  He instructed her and she said nothing, merely moving to fulfill his command, keeping herself pressed against him as much as she could even as her dexterous fingers started to move downward, opening his coat the sliding her hands inside and pushing it off his shoulders, then she was unbuttoning his shirt and it too was removed.  He smiled, not moving as she worked, dropping now to her knees before him as she started to undo his belt and then opening his pants. 

                As MJ jerked them down he obligingly kicked off his loafers, sending them sailing across the room and lifted his feet individually so she could pull his slacks off his legs.  When he stood before her in the nude she leaned back slightly, still on her knees, instinctively knowing that this was where he wanted her… in fact she understood that this was where she belonged now, on her knees before this man who was her master.  He bent at the waist then, his hands moving down to her waist and grabbing the bottom of her shirt.  She raised her arms as he lifted it, allowing him wordlessly to pull it off over her head and then it was tossed away carelessly and he drank in the view of Mary Jane in her jeans and bra and his manhood, already erect and pulsing seemed to swell and harden even more at the sight.  She read the look in his eyes easily enough and removed the bra fluidly, shrugging it off her shoulders and tossing it away so that now she was naked before him from the waist up.  Her breasts were truly magnificent, he thought, large and round and the sort of firm that could only be achieved by a strict fitness regimen… there was almost no sag to them at all!

                Kilgrave glanced around, his gaze falling on an easy chair that sat next to a long sofa, angled so it had a good view of both the window and the view of the cityscape beyond as well as the television mounted on the wall.  He could imagine her on the chair, those shapely legs curled beneath her, cradling a cup of coffee in the mornings… or a glass of wine in the evenings.  He moved to the chair and sat down, knees spread invitingly and MJ smiled wantonly as she dropped to all fours and crawled toward him.  His eyes played over her as she moved, noting the almost feline way in which her shoulders and hips rolled as she approached him.  MJ positioned herself between his spread thighs, her blue eyes meeting his violet orbs directly as she leaned forward slightly and cradled his nine inches of purple log between her breasts, which he marveled at because they were soft and warm but also incredibly firm at the same time.  Using her hands Spider-Man’s sexy wife pushed her boobs together to either side of his throbbing manhood and started to slowly raise and lower them, finding a steady rhythm that he thought was sensuous as Hell.

                Kilgrave smiled contentedly, arms resting easily on the arms of the chair and let his head roll rearward against the backrest.  “Do like my tits master?” she asked him coquettishly.

                “Oh yes.”  He sighed with a smile.  He stayed that way for a long while, the sexy redhead pleasuring him with her beautiful chest, never changing her rhythm because she seemed to know that it was what he wanted.  “Nice as this is,” he said, finally picking up his head and looking at her again, “I think I’d like to come in your mouth.”

                MJ smiled, “Oooh,” she said with a tittering laugh, “I’d like that too!”  The supermodel actress leaned back slightly, his manhood bobbing free of her tits though it gleamed slightly now with the leak of his precum, which also coated the insides of her breasts, making them shine slightly.  Reaching out, Mary Jane curled her long fingers around the base of his rod and he groaned slightly at the light, warm touch and then she leaned in, trailing the tip of her tongue from the base to the tip, up the underside of his shaft.  “Damn…” he sighed with a smile, delighted to find she was as talented a lover as she looked like she should be, “…worship it.”  MJ whimpered slightly then, lowering her face to nuzzle his erection like a cat rubbing its face against a rough surface.  He watched her, smiling as she continued to rub her face against his cock, kissing and licking it occasionally.  He felt the tension building in his loins slowly and after several minutes of this cock worship he willed her to continue and so she did, taking him in her hot mouth all the way, her pert nose buried in his short and curlies.  He wasn’t quite long enough for her to have to deep throat him, but he was a mouthful and she started working him avidly.  She would suck hard as she withdrew and lick him expertly as she descended, all the while her hand working his shaft expertly beneath her plump lips.

                “God damn…” he groaned, his neck and shoulders arching against the back of the chair as he thrust his hips up, his manhood exploding into her mouth.  MJ withdrew slightly, till just the tip of his rock hard member was between her lips, allowing plenty of room for his seed to flood her mouth and then when he finished she swallowed it, pulling back and smiling wantonly up at him as she reached up with her index finger and flirtatiously wiped some of his jism off her sexy lips and then sucked it clean.  Kilgrave reached forward and cradled her gently rounded chin in his hand, his thumb moving up to caress her plump lower lips.  MJ’s eyes closed and she leaned into his touch slightly, shivering with delight.  He leaned forward in the chair, his other hand moving to the back of her head and releasing her thick hair from the tail she had it pulled back in.  She shook her head quickly, allowing it to flow and tumble like a scarlet waterfall over her shoulders and down her back.

                Zebediah put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her, the sexy redhead rolling onto her back, her feet on the ground before him.  Kilgrave made quick work of the buttons on her jeans, then slid his fingers into the waistband and slid them down her long, shapely legs, pulling her panties along with them, turning the denims inside out as he stripped her naked.  She lay there before him, feeling his violet gaze playing over her shapely form and she preened for him, arching her back slightly so that her tummy tightened and her breasts rose tantalizingly.  When she had blown him so expertly he had gone flaccid, seeing her like this he was already hard again and he leaned back in the chair and motioned her to him.  “Get up here slut.”

                Mary Jane got smoothly to her feet and a moment later she was in his lap facing him, straddling him, her lips against finding his.  He moved his hands between them, palming her breasts, squeezing them roughly and thrilling at the feeling of her large nipples hardening to pebbles against his palms.  He moved his hands downward, caressing her waist and her thighs, then her hips and finally he filled them with her ass, squeezing it, parting her cheeks and lifting her slightly.  She rose up on her knees to accommodate him as then, as he positioned himself beneath her and she lowered her body to impale herself on his shaft, he slipped his finger into her rectum.  MJ’s eyes widened and she moaned in surprise, her lips still fused to his so it was muffled. She started to ride him then, her hips undulating erotically on top of him, Kilgrave simultaneously working his finger in and out of her ass.  She broke the kiss then, her head reclining as he kissed his way down her neck, her spine arching as he continued lower, the redhead showing remarkable dexterity as she continued to move atop him, his finger continuing to fuck her ass, the redhead nearly laying backward along his legs, so he could suck and chew eagerly on her tits.

                They came together, Kilgrave’s will heightening the experience in her mind so that as her orgasm took her she screamed aloud, her voice echoing through the apartment, her body arching even further backward so that her shoulders nearly touched the ground.  She quivered atop him as the waves of intense pleasure passed through her and he pumped his second load into her tight hole.  When it passed she sat up, her tummy muscled flexing and she kissed him again, her hand caressing his face, her tongue playing flirtatiously with his.  He was still buried within her, though he was softening now, but she was in no hurry to move.

                “You are spectacular.”  He told her honestly, and indeed she was among the very best lovers he had ever taken.  “But now that that’s behind us… I want you to tell me everything you know about the various superheroes your husband has worked with over the years.”  Mary Jane smiled as she started to tell him everything she had ever learned about the heroes of the world.

To be continued….