#king valkyrie

Taboo, but I need more smut from them.

You sat around great wooden table, your legs bouncing underneath as the women explore trades and deals. All in the room that was built upon the most dirty gluttonous secrets of power. You knew how power and greed warps the mind, takes hold, and infects its host. You could see it within their actions. Wanda Maxioff, always pushing boundaries as Carol Danvers, twists words to her way, while Valkryie dissagrees with everything never satisfied. And finally, Natasha Romanoff (who to the government has quite a few assassinations to her names, shhh 🤫) only prioritizes herself.

It was chaos and messy, but you felt so insignificant, like worm surrounded by birds, even though the women's actions were childish and immature. Natasha presided over the meeting, and you were seated beside her, head low writing notes like the 'good girl' she told you to be.

As time dragged along like a wounded soilder, the women just disagreed more and more with each other. They were trying to find a middle ground.

That's were you finally came in...

"Come on, sweetheart, you don't want the company falling apart, do you?" Natasha warned.

"No, of course not!" You're worried voice rushed out.

"Then you would help my dear friends and I out here. Perhaps help find a middle ground."

"Okay...?" You mutter, unsure. "What do i need to do"

That's how you ended up here.

Back against the cold table. Your face was messy with tears and smudged makeup. As you gagged around Wanda's girthy cock, lips red and puffy. Saliva and cum dripping down your chest between the valley on your boobs. You looked up. You could see she was enjoying her self grunting as her manicured hands tangled in your hair as she made you deep throat her. "Fuck shes a pretty one Nat." Wanda growled, looking down at your dumb expression, glassy eyes and tears.

"Tell me about it. I had my eye on her since day one." Natasha replied, gripping your inner thighs harder, making you whimper. Natasha groaned she flourished at the sound of your pleasure. Natasha is possessive and rough. She insisted to have your sweet cunt, your her assistant after all. She held your legs wide open. Fuck she craved this. She would admit she is a big pervert. The handsy behaviour and weird requests fueled her secret want? need? greed.

Ding ding ding that's it. Greed.

We all know these women are greedy but even during sex? It's really corrupted them.

Natasha thick cock stuffed you. She was large and long smothering your cervix with rough kisses. She made sure to make it known.

"Look at that pretty body taking that cock" She announced. Her hands grazing over your stomach bulge from her stilled cock deep inside your warm wet pussy. Making the women look.

"Fuck your tight sweetheart. Mh really do need my cock don't you?" You tried your best to nod. Natasha didnt like not getting answers.

"Fuck I need this cunt more often, would make a good breeding hole." She say roughly. She starts thrusting again. Rough,hard, thorough strokes making your body jerk each thrust. Your clit subject to the merciless pads off her thumbs. You cunt was greedy swallowing her up. Trying to pull her in deeper. Natasha bends down to whisper in your ear. "Mh youre a good girl." And honestly that's all you wanted to be for her. You moaned like a pornstar.

"Ah fuck she loves that." Valkryie says as Carol chuckles along with her. Both of them using youre hands as personal fleshlights. Both guiding your hands to pump and squeeze their staffs hard. The smell of rough sex, moans and grunting filled the room. Before you can registered Wanda's movements getting sloppy. You feel a big warm load of cum fill your mouth. "Swallow" Wanda breathlessly moans out. She watches as ur throat bobs as you Swallow her load. "Good girl" she says pulling out and flopping back into her chair.

Natasha looks at her sternly. She doesn't like that she make you Swallow prompting her to pound away at you harder. Soon Carol and Valkryie cum. Their loads splattering across your sweaty body.

Once all women are seated. Natasha pulls you into her lap. Wrapping her arms around your waist. She helps guide your limp body. riding her as she jackhammers up as you scream giving the women a show.

"Gonna cum" you pitifully whimper out.

"Yeah, mh that's a good girl" she whispers into your ear. You shudder violently as your orgasm hit you like a wave, screaming as Natasha keeps on abusing your cunt. You buckle your hips. Natasha holds you down.

"Gonna cum gotta make sure that cum gets deep inside that pretty cunt." She grunts out. Her balls tighten and she grunts squeezing you. Her load pushing deep inside you filing you. She smirks with a sigh. "Thats it"

She pushes your head into her neck to let you rest her. You whimper with her cock still inside. You go to move to get it out. But she holds you down. "Stay still" she growls into your ear. You settle down, embarrassed and sensitive.

"Now ladies Let's move onto next topic shall we?" Natasha affimired.

The neon lights of the club and the explicit and exciting music being sung by a singer with a husky and provocative voice made a sideways smile pull at your face. Your short and shiny dress made you stand out among the predictable costumes at the party. The mask, with details reminiscent of peacock feathers, perfectly matched the improvised cape that draped over your shoulders. And you didn't even need high or expensive heels to attract attention.

You walked from the entrance of the place, passing thru a crowd of costumed people who made way for you, heading to the bar. Since reaching adulthood, your hobby had been attending parties and drinking. Your college had already been completed and your adoptive mothers were separating. So the best way to distract the mind was there, with a bunch of strangers.

You ordered a large glass of whiskey with vodka, ignoring the internal warnings and your mothers' reminders telling you not to overdo it with the drinks. When the bartender handed you the glass, you almost immediately downed it, letting out a light sigh as you tasted the bitterness. You smiled when you finished, placing the half-empty glass on the counter.

You were weak with drinks, your mind already getting a bit hazy, dizzy from the alcohol. You felt a presence behind you, and when you turned around, you bit your lip upon seeing two women staring at you intently.

“Damn, and I thought I was nailing my costume.” murmured the dark-haired woman, her voice hoarse, a tone reminiscent of someone who was already drunk.

You smiled at the compliment, your eyes falling on the brunette's body, allowing yourself to analyze her fantasy.

The brunette wore a leather outfit that blended strength and sensuality, with light wings on her back and hair reminiscent of a mane. The elongated silver mask reinforced the pegasus esthetic. She smiled when she noticed your interest, casting a playful glance at her partner beside her.

You raised an eyebrow, your eyes falling on the woman accompanying her. The dress, as black as her hair, molded to her body like scales, with green details and strategic slits. The thin mask and intense gaze completed her almost hypnotic presence. Like a snake.

“Do you have a name, dear?” asked the dark-haired woman, her hypnotic smile never leaving her face.

“Does that matter?” you mocked, smiling. You grabbed your half glass, downing the rest in one gulp. Your head was spinning, but you didn't care about the effect when you had two hot girls in front of you.

“It matters when we are interested.” replies the brunette. She looks to the side when another presence approaches.

You turned your head to look. A blonde woman approached, her outfit was elegant and striking, with the dark fabric fitted to her body and golden details that reflected the light. The mask resembled an eagle's beak, and light feathers on her shoulders completed the imposing look. You bit your lip when she measured you seductively.

“I found you two. What are you doing with this stunning woman?” She joked, stopping next to the brunette, her hand descending to hold her hip. “they didn't bother you, did they, babe?”

You smiled, shaking your head negatively.

“On the contrary. I find it very sexy to be surrounded by hot women.” you says without thinking, your voice intoxicated, but your mind saying the same as your wet core.

They stared at you with a fixed gaze, then the blonde shook her head. She walked up to you, her gentle hands touching your shoulder and steadying you, as you felt like you were about to fall.

“You are drunk, dear. You need a bed.” you smiled at her words, although your gaze was serious. “Not in that sense.”

“No, not the bed!” You grumbles. The blonde furrows her brow, while the brunette's expression shifts from amused to analytical.

“Come, honey. Here are some rooms. You need to rest.” The other woman said. The blonde let you go, allowing the other woman to gently take your hands and walk with you among the people, toward the stairs at the end of the hallway.

The brunette and the blonde followed, exchanging glances.

You turned your body face up, your arms stretching as you smiled. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to get used to the intrusive light before a headache hit you. You grumbled, looking around.

That wasn't your bedroom.

“Love.” you froze, your eyes falling on the figures of your adoptive mothers, Carol and Valkyrie, and your stepmother, Hela, at the door, they looked angry or disappointed, you could never decipher their expressions. “Good morning.”

“Mothers. Good morning.” you adjust yourself in bed, sitting up while frowning. Your head still hurt, your mouth remembering the bitter taste of the whiskey with vodka you drank just for fun. “I... where am I?”

”My house,“ your stepmother, a goddess, says. You had barely had a formal interaction since your mothers started the divorce process.

Or at least, you thought they had already started.

Carol, whose arms were behind her back, showed her hands, one holding your mask, the other your infamous peacock-inspired costume. You widened your eyes, while she seemed furious.

“What had we talked about regarding you going out to parties?” she hissed in a dry tone, her dark eyes possibly judging all your sins.

“And on top of that, drinking.” Valkyrie added, with her arms crossed, shaking her head with an expression of disappointment.

You sigh, scratching your hair, then running your hands over your face. Soon, you noticed a cold breeze hitting your arms. You frowned, soon noticing that you was naked. You looked back at your mothers, especially at your costume in Carol's hands.

“Did you undress me?” asks, your arms instinctively covering your breasts. Although it didn't matter much, they had seen them a few times already.

They exchanged glances. Your stepmother smiled sideways when Carol threw your costume into the laundry basket. You were going to get up, but they hadn't finished yet. “Don't you remember the women you called ‘hot’ yesterday?” she asked, a mischievous smile growing on her lips.

You sigh, the pieces falling into place. Hela clicked her tongue, both of them slowly moving closer. “You were very rebel. You need a punishment.”

You swallowed hard as she knelt on the bed, her hands sliding up your thighs before pulling your body down, your center wet just inches from her mouth. You were about to scream when you felt your mother, Valkyrie, cover your mouth, murmuring a low “shh”.

You closed your eyes, arching your back inevitably as Hela's mouth pulled at your clitoris, sucking and nibbling, while you moaned both in pain and pleasure.

Wrong, that was wrong.

You felt a weight on the bed, Valkyrie's hand coming out of your mouth. You opened your eyes, your face heating up as you came face to face with the sight of her pussy just inches from your face.

“You better be as good at sucking as you are at strutting, baby girl.” she said, and you didn't have time to process it when she sat on your face.

You opened your mouth, your eyes widening as your body reacted quickly. At the same time you moaned at the taste of your mother's wet folds, Hela moaned as her tongue slid over your wet folds. You moaned against Valkyrie's pussy, and in response, she moved one hand back, holding your hair, while the other played with one of your breasts, letting out hoarse moans.

“Damn”. You heard Carol say. She climbed onto the bed beside you, her hand descending to grab your free breast. You let out a muffled moan when she pinched your sensitive nipple, your breath heavy. “You are forbiddenly hot. You know that, don't you, princess?”

You moaned when she slapped your breast, the sensation, mixed with Hela's tongue entering your entrance and the taste of your mother in your mouth, drove you crazy, but with more guilt. Your inexperienced tongue tried to explore as much of the pussy as possible while she riding your face, but it was difficult when your body was being used by two other women.

“Fuck you suck me so well!” Valkyrie moans as you move your mouth to suck her swollen clitoris. “Our baby girl is doing so well, Carol!”

The blonde moaned in response, leaning down. She replaced her finger with her mouth, her tongue swirling around your nipple before gently biting it. You moaned against Valkyrie's intimacy, making her arch her back. Hela decided to replace her mouth with two fingers, and you screamed when they penetrated your virgin and tight vagina all at once. She just smiled in response.

“So responsive.” murmured, licking her lips with your taste. Her fingers were not gentle, thrusting deeply and quickly.

“Hela, give her a break, it's our girl's first time.” Valkyrie said between moans, closing her eyes as she felt a familiar knot forming in her stomach.

Carol let go of your breast with a loud pop, staring at Hela. You whined when Valkyrie came on your face, next to you. Hela withdrew her blood-stained fingers, bringing them to Carol's mouth, who moaned as she sucked on the fingers, your taste making her dizzy.

Valkyrie got off you, kneeling on the bed, then placing a hand on your chin, lifting your face dirty with her cum. Hela smiled, then Valkyrie pressed her lips against yours. Your eyes widened in shock, refusing to return the kiss.

“Don't be a brat, accept what your mother is giving you!” Carol scolded, her hand slapping your pussy.

You screamed against Valkyrie’s lips, making the mistake of opening your mouth. Her tongue entered, exploring everything it could, tasting her on your lips. You had barely noticed Carol between your legs, lifting them and admiring your pussy with almost no trace of virginity.

“That's it.” The blonde murmured, her warm breath against your wetness. You opened your eyes, looking at her with wide eyes. “I'm going to ruin that pussy, babe. Maybe this way you will listen to your mothers, huh?”

You shudder at the dark tone in her voice, her eyes fixed on yours as her mouth delves into your pussy. Valkyrie interrupted the breathless kiss, hearing your moan as she felt Carol's tongue clean the blood from your wet folds. You barely had time to catch your breath before your stepmother turned your face to the side, her lips devouring your mouth.

You tried to comply, even tho you still thot that situation was a mistake. A sin. But they didn't care about that. Not when your lips, breasts and pussy begged to be taken by them. Accepting that would be better, maybe then they would free you from the punishment?

When you felt Carol's breath pull away from your intimacy, you thot it was over, that it couldn't get worse (better), until you heard the zipper of her pants unbuttoning. Hela finally interrupted the kiss, but covered your mouth with one hand as a precaution. You three looked at Carol, you scared, as she lowered her pants and boxers, revealing her 24-centimeter penis.

You swallowed hard, about to get up, but Hela summoned a dagger with her free hand, pressing it against your neck. You stood still, frightened. “Don't make the punishment worse, my love,” she murmured, leaning her face to your neck, where she began to distribute kisses and hickeys.

You whined, but remained still, the cold dagger pressing against your neck was by no means more frightening than your mother's penis; visible veins, thick, almost glowing along with her Captain Marvel powers. She smiled maliciously at your reaction, leaning in to brush the member against your folds, making your body arch, needing more friction.

Your body, not your mind.

“You are an impatient little darling, baby girl.” Valkyrie murmured, her hand taking the dagger from Hela's hand, who switched the other hand covering your mouth.

“You look beautiful in any position,” Carol murmured, her hands moving to grab your hip, her penis brushing against your folds once again. “but I think your stepmother needs some attention too, don't you think, babe?”

You looked at Hela, who smiled mischievously, taking her hand away from your mouth. You screamed when Carol used her strength to turn you onto your stomach on the bed, before pulling your hips back and holding you down. You were on all fours, in front of your mother and stepmother, behind your other mother. Carol bit her lip at the sight, not avoiding giving one of your buttocks a slap, loving the moans you let out.

Hela stood on the floor, lifting her dress and provocatively pulling down her panties, the sight making you and Valkyrie bite lips. She returned to the bed, sitting in front of you, before spreading her legs, giving you a view of her wet pussy.

“Mommy here needs your mouth, princess.” It wasn't a question, it was an order.

Valkyrie moved her hand to your hair, wrapping some strands around her fingers and pulling your head forward against her will, your mouth colliding with your stepmother's intimacy. The older woman let out a moan mixed with a growl, her hand joining Valkyrie's in your hair, both guiding your mouth. You slid your tongue between Hela's folds, the taste being as good as your mother's.

Carol observed the scene, her eyes fixed on the expressions Hela made while her tongue worked on her pussy, trying to please your stepmother. The blonde opened a sinister smile, pushing her body forward. Her big, thick cock penetrating your tight entrance without any mercy.

You screamed, but Hela and Valkyrie kept their hand in your hair, driving your movements, not allowing you to scream or breathe. And Carol hadn't even fully bottomed out when you moved back, your body seeking more friction.

The blonde gathered all her strength to not lose control and use her powers, her hands gripping your buttocks with the slightest force, which would surely leave marks from her nails. When she reached the bottom, she sighed deeply, taking a moment to close her eyes and appreciate your wet walls squeezing her cock. Your moans came out muffled as you sucked on Hela's pussy. The dagger now on the bed, as it was no longer useful.

You wouldn't try to escape. Not when Carol fit you perfectly.

She moved after a few seconds, almost completely pulling out, before thrusting harder. You whimper, your eyes filled with tears from the recent pain between your legs.

“So fucking tight!” Carol moaned, repeating the movement, letting out a low growl. “R-Ready to take my cock like a good little girl?”

You had no way to respond. Hela and Valkyrie pulled your hair, your face distancing itself from the intimacy of your stepmother. You cried, nodding.

“Y-Yes, mommy.” you screamed when you felt another slap on your other buttock.

“It's ‘daddy’!”

“Y-Yeah, daddy!” Carol increased the pace as your mouth fell back onto Hela's pussy.

The older one growled when she reached climax, Valkyrie moving your face away and letting your hair down so she could ‘clean’ the Goddess. Hela also let your hair down, starting to moan again as Valkyrie gave her attention. But your moans hadn't stopped, not when Carol was thrusting deeply into your vagina, her cock opening your pussy and making your head spin.

“D-daddy!” you scream between moans, your hands gripping the sheets. “M-more!” You weren't sure when you started to like this, but you couldn't think straight while your daddy's cock hit your G-spot with each thrust.

“Admit it, babe” she hissed, breathless, her eyes slowly turning golden. “admit that you like daddy's cock stretching you and taking your virginity. Admit it!”

You moaned when Hela came for the second time, now in Valkyrie's mouth, before her eyes turned to you, their girl. You gripped the sheets tighter, feeling your walls tremble.

“Y-Yeah, Daddy!” you moaned, looking at your mothers. “I love your cock thrusting deep into my virgin pussy!!”

Valkyrie smiled at the sight, feeling Hela's arms pulling her to the side, into her lap. The two began a wet kiss, their eyes not straying from the sight.

“I'm going to get you pregnant, doll.” Carol growled, feeling her own orgasm building up. “I'm going to fill you with all my sperm. Do you want that? Do you want daddy to make you mommy?”

You moaned at the thought, your mind becoming hazy, white. Not even the alcohol caused you this effect. Valkyrie and Hela broke the kiss, the Goddess's hands pulling Valkyrie's bra down, exposing her firm breasts, immediately taking one into her mouth, although both of their eyes were fixed on you.

You closed your eyes. “Y-Yes. P-please, Daddy!” you pleads, and Carol doesn't wait any longer.

The sensation of your walls exploding and immediately being covered by Carol's liquid made your stomach churn. Not in a bad way. Your face fell weak, on the bed, buried in the sheet as you felt your last spurt of semen trickle down your thigh. Carol kept fucking you, more slowly, her body glowing in gold as her powers projected.

She pulled away when she ensured that all of her sperm was inside your ruined vagina, before slowly pulling away, the wet sound arousing her again. Upon seeing your fainted figure on the bed, she cast a glance at Hela, who at that moment already had her fingers inside Valkyrie.

“Shall we continue?” she asked. Valkyrie looked at your exhausted body before smiling at Carol, who understood the message. “Got it…”

You frowned with your eyes closed, your hand running over your sweaty forehead. You opened your eyes slowly, thinking it was all a lucid dream. Until you moaned when you felt something hard pressing against your G-spot. You raised your head in shock, eyes wide as you saw your mother between your legs, using a strap-on, smiling when she realized you were awake.

“Oh, good afternoon.” She murmured playfully, without stopping the thrusts. You kept moaning, still confused. “How did you sleep, my dear? Did you dream of us?”

Her teasing made your heart skip a beat. Your head fell back onto the pillow again. Valkyrie didn't stop for a moment, holding your thighs firmly apart.

It wasn't a dream.

Carol and Hela came out of the bathroom, still naked. The blonde was still aroused, her penis never failing to stay erect, especially with the sight of her (almost) ex-wife fucking you.

“I'm going to prepare the afternoon coffee.” Hela murmured, grabbing one of the robes from the wardrobe, then leaving the bedroom, not before casting a seductive glance at you.

You arched your back when Valkyrie hit your G-spot again, your body betraying you as your climax exploded. You looked at Carol, scared.

“What is it, my dear?” she asks playfully, walking over to sit beside you. “It's like they say; Mommy loves, Daddy takes care.”

You bit your lip as Valkyrie withdrew from you.

“And the stepmother adores.” Hela murmured, returning to the bedroom with a glass of milk of a strange color. And you are still grounded, princess”.

You lay your head back on the pillow.

Damn costume party.

“We're not done yet.” Carol murmurs, and you feel Valkyrie's hands being replaced by the blonde's on your thighs, before your glass was pulled to sit on top of her, right over your erection. “The punishment lasts all day.”

You would have let out a grunt if she hadn't attacked your lips with a deep, but hungry kiss. Valkyrie let out a laugh as Hela handed her the glass of milk.

And really, your mommy, daddy and stepmom took care of you, adored you, and loved you all day and night. As punishment for you being irresistible.