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She sucked more of his length into her mouth, sliding her lips along his shaft, then raking her teeth over it. If Shang tried to take his prick away without coming in her mouth, she would bite down and refuse to let go. She’d had her appetite whetted too much to go without devouring him.

“Oh God! Holy fuck!” Shang screamed, feeling jolts of erotic energy course through him with every inch Carol traveled along his phallic length. He kept cursing while Carol’s head bobbed up and down, her tongue stroking him at the same time. It only pleased her more when Shang pumped his hips more energetically, stuffing his hard cock into her mouth as quickly as she could gulp it down. “That’s great! Keep going, Carol! Don’t stop until you’ve swallowed it all!”

Carol moaned around the girth of his erection. She loved the way it felt, pulsating against every corner of her mouth. His hands ran through her shiny hair and she knew that she was pleasing him. As gratifying as that was, though, she wanted more. She wanted to make him come, suck down every drop of his ejaculation.

Her head was pitching rapidly up and down his shaft now. Shang thrust his hips as madly as a bucking bull, sending almost every inch of his endowment down Carol’s throat with each burst of motion. Carol’s nose was buried in his pubic hairs while his engorged cockhead twitched against her tonsils.

Each time Shang slammed his way up into Carol’s gaping lips, she met his thrust with her descending mouth. Between the two of them, they got Carol gagging on his entire prick, gulping and sputtering as its size nearly overwhelmed the confines of her gullet.

Carol swished her wet tongue around the portion of his cock remaining in her mouth, soaking it with her saliva. She felt him throb against her tongue and down her throat, until it felt like the end of the aroused pulse was down in the pit of her stomach.

She groaned, knowing that when Shang finally came, that huge load would go right into her belly—no doubt leaving her as bloated as a turkey dinner. She’d worked his cock too hard for anything less.

Shang stared up at Carol, his eyes glazed with lust. He loved the sight of her plump lips wrapped around her cock. And he loved the way her jaw had to stretch downwards, gaping painfully far to allow the thickness of his endowment into her comparatively small mouth.

Carol shifted her stance, on all fours now between Shang’s spread legs, her own thighs parted. Shang could see, as she bent her chest flush to the mattress, her ass in the air, that her buttocks were parted as if just for him.

“Holy shit,” he moaned—Carol bent the other way, her hips coming down as her upper body came up, her working her mouth upward along his towering shaft. He saw over her breasts and down her belly and through her hair to her tight little cunt, running with wetness, flashes of her pink slit between her swollen labia.

Shang’s cock expanded even more, as if trying to fill the wet cavern of Carol’s mouth. He pushed himself harder and deeper into her throat with each lunge his hips gave her; Carol responded by forcing herself down on his cock so hard she gagged rhythmically: “Gkk! Ghk! Gkk! Ghh!”

Shang’s self-control was quickly going, cut away by the sound of Carol gargling around his dick. He knew he was going to come soon. Carol was sucking his cock so hard and so enthusiastically that he could tell she wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than her hungry mouth being full of cum.

He pitched his hips up and down until they were a blur, pumping his swollen cock impossibly fast through the pull of Carol’s sucking mouth. She glugged on his prick, happiness rising off all her vibrating form as he fucked her face.

Shang couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Even like this, he wasn’t getting as much as he wanted. Spryly he rolled over, whirling Carol onto her back and his own body on top of her. Straddling her face, he pumped down into her mouth, fast and deep. She sucked his erection hard every second it penetrated her moist lips. His shaft slid up and down in her ringed mouth, coming up wet with saliva, bearing traces of her lipstick along the contours of his dick.

“Gahk! Gahk! Gak!” Carol choked. Her breasts felt as if they would explode with swollen passion, the nipples hard and painfully thick.

Shang looked over his shoulder, gazing lustfully back at Carol’s shining cunt. She was rubbing her thighs together, trying to please herself—too overwhelmed by having his cock pistoning down her throat to use her hands.

Shang knew he’d soon be taking that temptingly wet pussy the same way he was driving himself into her gullet now. He could hardly wait. And looking back to Carol’s eyes, he saw how much she wanted it too.

The only way either of them could put it off was the need to experience Shang coming in Carol’s mouth.

I’ve missed this, Carol thought, her cheeks dimpling inward as she sucked harder on Shang’s member. And I’ll miss it even more after this—after Shang fucks me!

She moaned through the suction, longing for that exhilarating moment when she went from being a cocksucker to being Shang’s cum dumpster. His prick was swollen to the absolute limit within her wet mouth, propping her jaws apart. Its heft lurched brutally against her tongue, pounding it to the bottom of her mouth and making the walls of her cheeks billow back out again.

Carol tensed so hard she trembled, sure Shang was about to give her his cum. Her little pussy felt so wet, a stream of juices spilling from it, what seemed like too much to ever fit inside her. They ran down the insides of her thighs and over her quivering buttocks before soaking into the sheets under her ass.

Thoughts of positioning suddenly made Carol realize that Shang was hilted so deep in her throat that she wouldn’t be able to taste it when he did ejaculate. And she needed to taste it. With that in mind, Carol collared Shang’s trim hips with her slender hands and, mildly exerting her cosmic strength, forced him back a few inches—more than a few—until his cockhead was in her mouth, the focus of her attention. That way, she knew that when he did spurt, the first thing his cum met would be her taste buds.

Carol closed her eyes, groaning at the thought. She took one hand off of Shang’s hips and moved it to Shang’s balls, cupping them, squeezing as gently as she could, but still demanding that they emptied, give up their load of cum and let her have the taste she needed so badly.

Shang groaned louder and louder. The sound mingled with the wet slurps and gulps of Carol’s mouth around his seething cockhead and spilling precum. It brought Carol’s lust to a new plateau. All of her body quaked with violent need. If only he would come!

“Unh! This is it! Get ready, Carol! Here it is!” Shang gasped.

With a loud exhale, Shang completely filled Carol’s mouth—hot, thick semen, burning her tingling taste buds, packing her cheeks, forcing its way down her throat every bit as savagely as his prick had. Carol shuddered, overwhelmed by the combination of taste and pressure… her own climax exploded through her body.

“Hhhh! Take it all, you sexy little… gh!” Shang bellowed, shooting everything he had to offer into her greedily sucking mouth.

Carol did take it all, grateful that she didn’t need to breathe. She was eager for more, still eager as she swallowed the first time, the second time, the third. Her eagerness diminished as Shang continued feeding her his seed, gulp after gulp of it, until even Carol was thoroughly sated.

But he didn’t let her have the last of it. He pulled his manhood free of her slack lips and jerked out the dregs of his ejaculation, spilling it on Carol’s dazed face. As she felt it mark her the same way it had glazed her throat from the roof of her mouth to the pit of her stomach, Carol wondered what his cum would feel like in her cunt. And with that thought, she climaxed again.

***

Wanda Maximoff awoke with no comfort in her bed, just restlessness. She glanced at her bedside clock and groaned to see how early in the morning it was—far too early to do anything but try to get back to sleep, which had been hard enough the first time.

Eager to make up for her misdeeds with Westview, she’d agreed to help Captain Marvel and Shang-Chi test the Ten Rings, exposing them to various spells to see how they’d react in hopes that they could narrow down their origins. So far, nothing had come of it. But at least she’d worked enough energy out of herself to get to sleep relatively painlessly. Until now, that is.

I wonder what bastard thing woke me up, Wanda thought, and then heard “Take it all, you sexy little… gh!” echo outside her room. It sounded like she wasn’t the only one who was up.

And she’d woken up horny, too. Her hand instinctively moved down to her pussy, feeling its wetness, its warmth and readiness. But she knew any climax she could give herself clearly wouldn’t be as good as they were enjoying.

Wanda flung her nightgown up over her head and quickly darted out of her room, walking naked to the source of the sound. It was Carol Danvers’s room, but that had been Shang’s voice. As unlikely as it seemed, Wanda hoped at least one of them hadn’t been totally satisfied, because she was eager to step in and fill the gap.

Her pussy dampened, convulsed, tightened with each step, as though the little reverberations of her footfalls were working at her inner folds like a vibrator. She felt almost orgasmic as she slipped into Carol’s room, then dropped down onto the bed that already held Shang and Carol’s post-coital closeness.

“What the—“ Shang gasped, his eyes popping open to struggle with the darkness in the room. He could see a variance of shadow that told him the door was open to the blacker shadows of the unlit hallway, but not who had come in.

“Who’s there?” Carol demanded, her hands balling up with photonic force.

Then both Shang and Carol saw that it was Wanda, naked as either of them, her young body glistening in the illumination coming off of Carol’s fists. Carol opened her hands, thoughtlessly dispelling her power in her hurry to not be threatening—Wanda replaced it with swirls of glowing red energy from her own hands, faint as moonlight, revealing herself to the two lovers.

“You woke me up,” Wanda murmured, toying with the bedsheet that had ended up tangled below the cuddling couple. “I think that should be your problem.”

As sluggish as he was after his recent ejaculation, Shang felt himself coming fully awake in the presence of Wanda—her beautiful, curvaceous body suddenly doing all it could to distract him, even from Carol Danvers. “You’re naked. Is that our problem too?”

“You can dress me if you want to,” Wanda giggled. “Or, if you don’t want to…”

Like a cat, she settled on top of Carol, purring happily with the feel of Carol’s creamy skin underneath her own. She noticed Shang move away, making room for them to spread out, as if letting them know he was fully willing to enjoy watching them ‘problem solve’. It would also buy some time for his refractory period—which it had definitely sounded like he would need.

Whatever else they might be, Wanda noted, the Ten Rings weren’t an aphrodisiac. But she doubted Shang needed them to be.