Love and Sin, ch.10

Author's Note: Yeah I know this isn't anyone's favorite, buuuuuut I'm getting paid to write it so I'm still putting work into it, and I may's well post it here, yeah? Anyway, if you ARE following this one, it does seem like things are coming to a head. There may only be a few chapters left of this, depending on how things go.

[story/action] [M/F/F] [titfucking/double-titfucking] [monster cock]

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It seemed like threats had been rising in New York ever since Yadsmood’s unearthing. That strange encounter with the Grim Reaper, the brawl with Juggernaut, and whispers of a foe even more Sinister on the horizon, only made up half of the problems that the immortal was trying to juggle. On the other end of things, there was the discussion of what to do with Yads himself -- a fierce debate that had created a superpowered cold war, the ultimate repercussions of which still had yet to be seen. Namor was still out there somewhere, and atlanteans, supposedly, had very long memories. So unlike the fish they swam with, then.

With a new threat looming on every horizon, priorities began to filter into view. What was important, what wasn’t. While being an honorary (if “honorary” was indeed the correct term) Avenger was something that gave Yadsmood a strange sense of validation, the degree of importance the immortal placed upon it paled in comparison to his young love, his Bride of the Desert. Keeping Kamala safe was the most important thing, and that meant getting out of New York, away from the Avengers and their tower, away from the all-you-can-eat buffet of superpowered crime and heroics. It wasn’t worth keeping her in danger -- and with her school season finally coming to a close, there was nothing keeping the temporally-mismatched couple from going somewhere a little more... quiet.

Which is how he and Kamala ended up in Connecticut, of all places. Of course, just because Yadsmood wanted quiet didn’t mean quiet was particularly interested in Yadsmood -- which is how he and Kamala ended up in Connecticut, fighting alongside one of the New Warriors against the skull-faced super-mercenary known as the Taskmaster.

“You cannot win, air-breather! You face one of the New Warriors, and... whoever these two people are.” The hissed threat came from none other than the slender, blue-skinned teen known as Faira sar Namora -- the Water Snake. Tightening her grip around the haft of her strange water-halberd, the atlantean narrowed her eyes at their adversary, who, unexpectedly... chuckled.

Taskmaster took one step backwards, then another to the side, twirling his sword in lazy circles as he began to slowly pace around the three heroes. “Is that supposed to impress me, child?” his icy voice was muffled through his armored, skeletal mask. “You threaten Taskmaster with... New Warriors?”

“And two Avengers!” Kamala piped up, widening her stance and suddenly enlarging both of her hands to the size of ovens at her slightest whim. Steeling her gaze, she glanced sidelong to Yadsmood, giving her boyfriend a little nod.

“So it’s true,” Taskmaster hissed mirthfully. “They do let just anyone become an Avenger, these days.” Snapping into action before he even finished his taunt, the mercenary backwards, breaking his own momentum to throw the three heroes off-guard. Feinting with his sword, he instead tossed forward a cluster of small, rolling bombs, kick-flipping backwards out of their radius before they could detonate.

He didn’t wait for them to react -- everything was planned, part of a maneuver, a drill that he would change when the time came for him to change it. Sheathing his sword and drawing his bow, the skull-faced assassin drank in the sound of those bombs going off, unleashing a volley of arrows in a neat pattern designed to catch anyone who might attempt to dive out of the explosion’s area of effect. Unexpectedly, though, he was not greeted with the satisfying sound of an arrow sinking into flesh... nor the familiar scent of burning flesh. No charred body parts careened out of the blast to greet him. Nothing. Just flame and smoke, then only smoke, and then....

Dirt, smoke, and bits of grass finally began to settle, showing what remained of the snow-encrusted sidewalk where the confrontation with Taskmaster had unexpectedly begun. Silhouetted against that haze of destruction the micro-bombs had created was a massive form -- hulking and gray, its back turned to Taskmaster. Its great arms were both wound around the other two heroes, seemingly protecting them from harm... and the beast itself appeared to be unscathed.

“Either that, or--” Kamala’s fierce expression cracked into a grin as she crawled out from under the protective cocoon of Yadsmood’s transformed arms, enlarging her own hands once again and lashing out with a massive punch towards Taskmaster, sending the mercenary stumbling backward in a surprised dodge. “--We’re not just anyone.”

“Impossible,” Taskmaster said flatly, drawing his sword again and backpedaling another step. “Those were designed to bring down asgardians. None of you could have survived it.”

“Yadsmood isn’t an asgardian,” Kamala grinned, putting her hands on her hips as her boyfriend turned, tatters of his black jacket streaming behind him as he began to march forward menacingly. Water Snake was riding on his back now, holding her polearm aloft and trilling out an atlantean war cry as the three cornered heroes stampeded towards Taskmaster.

The fight, once it truly began, turned out to be short -- Taskmaster (wisely) focused his efforts on avoiding the earth-shattering punches and stomps from the transformed Yadsmood, expending considerable energy and concentration in doing so. It was less than a minute before not even his photographic reflexes could prevent him from tripping backwards over the haft of Faira’s halberd, his momentum sending him into a huge-armed wind-up punch from Miss Marvel. Launched into the air from the impact, the mercenary went soaring in exactly the wrong direction: straight towards the actual headquarters of the New Warriors, where the trio had been coming from. Solved the problem of having to deal with him, at least.

It did not, however, solve the problem of Yadsmood himself -- for as the two teenagers turned to face the altered immortal, they saw him as he remained. Not shifting back into the slender man they’d been walking with, the one Kamala had grown to know so closely. What they faced now was the beast itself, hulking and knobby and red-eyed, its mind fogged both with the excitement of combat and the stress of transformation. In dealing with Taskmaster, they may very well have just created a much bigger problem for themselves.

“...Yads...?” Kamala said softly, blinking her eyes and taking one cautious step backwards. The beast merely stared at the ground, breathing heavy and rapid, like it took every bit of effort and concentration just to stand still. Reaching up to ten feet or higher, the imposing nature of Yadsmood’s gray-skinned form sent even Water Snake backpedaling a step or two, looking up at the hulking thing.

“What is it? What happened to your companion?” Faira hissed quietly, keeping her weapon tightly in her hand as she looked up at Yadsmood, watching him subtly twitch and shudder, a boomingly deep growl beginning to rumble out from his chest.

“He... does this, sometimes,” Kamala murmured, taking a very slow step forward only to flinch back when Yadsmood twitched, one massive foot smashing into the ground, spiderwebbing it as his body trembled to control itself. “He’s... hey... Yads...?”

“Hhrrrr... rrrruuuhrrr....”

Swallowing hard, Miss Marvel took another slow step forward, steadying herself as she reached out, lightly touching her fingertips to the back of Yadsmood’s clenched, basketball-sized fist. “Yadsmood...? Calm down, okay? Come back to me.”

“Does this sort of thing normally... work?” Water Snake inquired cautiously, her brow furrowing, her halberd dispersing into water vapor in her hand. She took a slow step forward as well, setting her hand on Yadsmood’s opposite arm and glancing towards Kamala. “He looks like he took some damage from the blast. Not much, but... perhaps this is why he’s not turning back?”

The creature’s bare toes curled into the concrete of the sidewalk beneath, crunching deep into it as he held on. Another low growl escaped him, and his dark, deep-set eyes turned towards Kamala. “Rrrrhhmmm....”

“Is that it? Are you hurt?” Kamala whispered, gently caressing her hand up along her transformed lover’s hand to his arm, stretching her own body to stroke up to his shoulder. With careful, soothing touches, her body moved in closer to his, pressing her small frame gently against his lower body as she planted a delicate kiss on the creature’s huge, heaving chest.

“He’s healing rather quickly,” the slender atlantean murmured, still cautious with her touches, glancing back to Kamala. She blinked her dark eyes once, and then they began to gradually widen. “But... we may have another problem. I neglected to inquire if the two of you were lovers when you arrived in Connecticut, but it’s starting to seem like a relevant question.”

“What do you mea-- oh.” Kamala swallowed hard, keeping her body pressed confidently into her boyfriend’s, who’s breathing was beginning to escalate further. Maybe she’d chosen the wrong way to try soothing him -- as the already-stretched fabric of Yadsmood’s trousers was now becoming even more crowded, the outline of a warm, colossal cock starting to show against the front of them. “Umm. Hey Yads. Whaaaaat are you planning to do with tha--eek!”

Extending one massive hand, Yadsmood clasped his enormous fingers around Kamala’s torso, pulling her harder against him with a low, hungry growl, squishing her chest against the front of his pelvis. “Mhhrruhhh...” he snarled, body still heaving with uncontrollable energy -- though focused in a very different direction, now. His hips slowly pushed forward, grinding the outline of his gigantic manhood against his girlfriend’s chest, more on instinct than anything else.

“Uhhh, hey Faira,” Kamala stammered awkwardly, a deep flush coming to her cheeks now. “I may have to... ‘deal’ with this, so if you want to go, this might be the best time....”

“And how exactly do you plan to satisfy something of that size?” the blue-skinned teen retorted, arching her brow and turning her gaze back to the bulge in Yadsmood’s stretched pants. “You’ll need my help.”

“Well, I mean, I can stretc--”

“We’ll need to get these off of him though, if we’re going to make any progress,” Faira said firmly, ignoring Kamala as she closed in beside her, hooking her fingertips carefully in the waistband of Yadsmood’s pants. “We woke the beast... now we’ll have to free it if we’re to put it back to rest.” With a single swift, wrenching motion, the atlantean shredded away the remnants of the creature’s trousers, her eyes immediately widening again as the mammoth thing trapped within them sprung forth.

“Subhanallah,” Kamala gasped, her eyes going wide as well. She’d thought Yadsmood was pleasantly well-endowed before... but the knotty, dark gray behemoth she was looking at now was about the size of a fire hydrant. Something she could deal with if she used her powers, but the help would certainly be welcome. That is, if she could shake her state of mesmerization, staring wide-eyed at the enormous length.

“Neptune’s Trident,” Faira whispered a moment later, pressing her side against Kamala’s now and pressing in a little, feeling the warmth that that huge thing radiated. “What do you think, desert girl? That shall fit in no entrance that springs to mind.”

“Boobs!” Kamala exclaimed excitedly. “He’ll love that. And we’ll be able to do it standing up, too. And it’s Miss Marvel, not... desert girl.”

“You may not have noticed this, but neither your... ‘boobs,’ nor mine, shall come close to encompassing the length of that beast.” Faira frowned, glancing briefly down at her petite, blue-green cleavage, squished up by the tightness of her dark, skimpy breastplate.

“That’s what teamwork’s for. And--” Kamala reached behind herself, finding the hidden zipper at the back of her outfit and drawing it down, shimmying out of the minidress and exposing the creamy brown skin of her small chest. Placing her hands on both bite-sized swells, she focused for a moment, causing them to grow a little. “--Shapeshifting also helps.”

“You are full of surprises, air-breather,” Faira remarked, a hint of envy in her voice as the watched the other girl lean back in to Yadsmood’s monstrous cock, nuzzling the rough, rocky skin of his chest as she squished her own around that massive shaft. The sound of approval was immediate -- a bellowing grumble from the hulking immortal, his posture seeming to relax slightly.

“There you go...” Kamala said shyly, a blush staining her cheeks fiercely now as she stole a glance back to the atlantean. She wasn’t a stranger to intimacy anymore, and plenty of other women had seen her do such lewd things, but the way Faira just watched with her arms folded across her chest made things so much more awkward. “Do you want to, um...?” she murmured, pushing her hands on either side of her enhanced breasts and squishing them tightly around the massive length of Yadsmood’s dick, starting to slowly press her body forward and back, massaging her creamy cinnamon-colored chest across that huge shaft.

Running her tongue along her teeth in apprehension, Water Snake finally took a deep breath, pulling at the straps that fastened her breastplate into place and peeling it away, revealing her own petite chest. While she was decidedly taller than Kamala, the two teens had similar builds -- though the atlantean had no way of “enhancing” her assets the way the inhuman had, with the exception of the small metal bars that laced each nipple. “Move over, then!” she instructed, an edge of bluster entering her voice that showed Faira was as anxious about this as Kamala was; maybe more.

Shifting back into the cradle of Yadsmood’s huge hand, Kamala tilted to the side, keeping the beast’s cock nestled within her cleavage and beckoning Faira forward, the topless teen atlantean taking a shy step forward before pressing into the opposite side of the immortal’s shaft. “It’s... so large...” she murmured, chewing her lower lip as she slid her chest up along that huge thing, feeling her pierced, ocean-blue nipples rub and squish against Kamala’s, sending unexpected spikes of excitement through her slender figure. “And... urm. Warmer, than I expected.”

“It feels kind of nice,” Kamala said softly, squishing her breasts firmly around the base of that big thing and grinding harder into it, though with the length and size of Yadsmood’s expanded dick, about half of it was left uncovered no matter what she did. Flicking her tongue out to very gently stroke against the stiff, glistening crown of her boyfriend’s cock, she let out a little sound of surprised enjoyment. “It tastes nice. Kind of spicy? But--eek!”

Kamala Khan’s squeal was joined by a similar one from Water Snake as one of Yadsmood’s huge hands tightened around both of them, pressing them suddenly and firmly together, squeezing them against either side of his cock and holding them in place. Their breasts tightly enveloping him like a sausage that was too large for a single bun, their faces too were brought close, their legs entwining as they struggled to maintain balance. “Rrrhhhh,” the beast growled insistently, voice deepening as his cock began to throb harder, almost swelling in size from its urgent hardness. The message was clear -- enough teasing.

“Mmmphh~!” Kamala let out a muffled moan, her arms reaching out to gently fold around Faira’s hips, holding the atlantean close with only Yadsmood’s enormous, knobby gray shaft between them -- the tip of that shaft having been forced against her lips, unable to physically enter her mouth without her stretching it open, but flush against her mouth and tongue nonetheless. She continued to press and squirm her body up against that huge thing, suckling and licking at its head now as she did her best to pleasure her lover in this challenging state. She could taste his precum, thick and sticky on her tongue, swallowing it as she licked and teased at his cumslit with her tongue.

Faira was having a more difficult time of things, grinding her smaller chest a little higher up on that huge thing, hesitantly extending her own tongue to slowly stroke it up along the upper half of it. Feeling Kamala’s hands on her hips, she found her own hands moving -- though they went to the sides of the other girl’s breasts, giving them a firm grope almost without even realizing it. They were just so big, and so soft, and the way her fingers squished into them was more exciting than she wanted to admit. Lifting one leg and wrapping it nimbly around Kamala’s waist, she started to press and wiggle harder and faster up against Yadsmood, a little moan of excitement escaping her dark lips.

“RrrhhhHhhHHhh...” Yadsmood growled, gritting his monstrous bear-trap of fangs together as he held both girls tight against each other, feeling them squirm and gyrate their smooth tits along his cock, suckling and licking at him, making his chest heave with a primal pleasure that he was too far gone to resist. Keeping them both locked against his dick, the massive creature began to thrust his hips upward gradually, ramming his huge cock up between them again and again, slowly picking up speed, the rumbling growl in his chest rising into a sound that would soon become a roar.

This thrusting, however, made it harder for Kamala to keep her lips sealed to the head of her lover’s rod, popping off of it and lazily swirling her tongue around it, keeping her tits cradled tightly around it as Water Snake slid her smaller ones back and forth against her. As she trailed her tongue down along the tip of Yads’ shaft she saw Faira sliding her tongue upward in the same direction -- she had only a moment to widen her eyes in anticipation of the inevitable collision course before Faira’s tongue drifted up to meet hers. Their lips found each other, both teens finding themselves in a long, breathless kiss as they swiftly, eagerly titfucked the primordial hulk that had protected them from the Taskmaster.

“Mmmmphhh... mnahh...” the two moaned against each other, holding each other tight in place and focusing on the feeling of their tongues swirling and darting around one another, lips sealed as Yadsmood hungrily thrust his cock up between them. He rutted upward again and again and again, his dark, feral eyes focused intently on the two as he slammed his hard dick between the smooth, silky tunnel of their combined cleavage. His breathing was picking up now, harder and heavier, muscles bulging out against the rocky skin of his monstrous body, thrusting upward like an engine of hell.

Each such upward pump sent the top half of his cock driving up between those two squished pairs of teen tits like a killer whale leaping triumphantly from the water, precum smearing along their cleavage as his tip bumped their chins, each time threatening to interrupt the two girls’ kiss. They were steadfast though, locked into one another both out of the excess of their own passion, and because they’d noticed Yadsmood’s frantic reaction, the way his enormous cock pulsated between them, ramming between their boobs faster and faster. They kept their eyes closed, just melting into the moment and waiting for the inevitable... and inevitable it was.

Growls grew into a deafening bellow of release as Yadsmood threw his head back, holding both girls to either side of him as he erupted. A veritable geyser of hot, thick spunk shot up and out of his marbled cannon of a cock, causing both teens to gasp, drawing back just enough that the ensuing fallout of seed could splatter along their faces, open mouths, and dripping tongues, coating them before dripping down to pool in their cleavage, dribbling down both flat stomachs. The sapphic embrace resumed then, more libidinous and messy than before, as Kamala and Faira shared what they’d collected back and forth, long strands and gobs of the beast’s thick cum dripping between their lips and tongues, down their chins as the two girls panted for breath.

“Rrrhh... rrhhh... I...” the creature grumbled, voice growing softer, more lucid as Yadsmood staggered backwards, blinking, dislodging himself from the two topless teens and starting to shrink in size. “What... happened...” his voice changing to a murmur now, the rough gray layer of skin fading to smooth tan, and in a few moments the behemoth, that roaring creature of the apocalypse, was back to the way he had been. Yadsmood once more. Naked and confused, but Yadsmood.

“You, um... hehe,” Kamala stifled a chuckle, her blush returning as she found herself still entwined with the young atlantean girl. Suckling briefly on Water Snake’s lower lip, she willed her chest to shrink back down to its normal size, turning her attention to Yads. “You saved us from an explosion, but it... took a lot out of you. You changed and didn’t change back.”

“I see you found an interesting way of dealing with the problem,” Yads said awkwardly, clearing his throat before offering a little nod to Faira. “Uh... ma’am.”

“I merely did my duty as a New Warrior, and as an atlantean,” the other girl said, trying to hide the fluster in her voice. Fortunately, her skin didn’t blush the way a human’s might, and the slight anxious flaring of her gills was not sufficient for Yadsmood to pick up on. In addition, he was plenty distracted by something else.

“Wait... atlantean?” Yadsmood blinked. “You don’t know the king, do you?”

“I am handmaiden to Namora,” she answered simply, retaining an air of pride -- impressive considering that she was weak-kneed, topless, and covered in cum from the waist up. “The king is my uncle.”

“Ohh. Ohhh,” Yadsmood murmured.

“Ohhh,” Kamala echoed.

“...Shit.”

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

To say that the New Warriors’ headquarters was “modest” would be putting it lightly, though it was still an upgrade from the abandoned fire station they’d been using before. This place -- an evacuated warehouse that had been slowly rebuilt into something resembling a bizarre apartment -- at least had rooms. With actual beds.

Taskmaster had been dealt with when Yadsmood, Kamala, and Faira had arrived, and after some tense gazes between the young atlantean and her new friends, Water Snake had returned to her own quarters, gruffly pushing past teammates asking questions about the battle. Some details didn’t need going into, after all.

The couple stayed in the main living area of the base, however, keeping quiet about the “incident” with Yadsmood’s altered form and sharing only details about the fight with Taskmaster himself. They remained long enough to take in a meal with the team: something that originally consisted of a turkey unexpectedly made by Scarlet Spider, but eventually devolved into a grab-bag banquet of various fast foods. Cinnamon, as it turns out, does not go on turkey.

“Do you have a place we can stay the night? Or possibly longer?” Kamala asked softly as the makeshift meal drew to a close, rolling up a soft taco and stuffing the entire thing into her mouth. She was directed, along with Yadsmood, to one of the rooms on the upper loft -- a little smaller than those reserved for actual teammates, and sparsely furnished, but with a big enough bed to fit the both of them.

There was a strange silence when the door finally clicked shut behind them, leaving the other young heroes to stay downstairs and talk amongst each other into the night. Even through the dull murmur of their conversations though, Yadsmood’s brooding quiet was deafening as he perched on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the tattered edges of his jacket, strands of his black hair hanging in front of his dark eyes.

“Something on your mind, Yads?” Kamala said gently, scooting up onto the bed and climbing behind her boyfriend, wrapping her arms gently around his waist. “You’ve been kinda... y’know. Since Taskmaster. Are you getting tired of threesomes? ‘Cause I’m actually sorta getting into them, which is... weird. But I’m definitely open t--”

“I didn’t want you to see me like that.” Yadsmood interrupted, his voice firm but low, cool. “Out of control. Dangerous.”

“You were out of your own control,” Kamala answered slowly, thinking about her reply before finally speaking. She punctuated her musing with a thoughtful kiss on Yadsmood’s shoulder. “Not mine. If that was your worst, then I’m safe. I brought you back.”

The immortal blinked. “It’s... not that simple. Everywhere I go, cataclysm follows behind me. It’s only a matter of time before I become what I was meant to be, before I bring ruin down on us. On you.”

“On us, then. If ruin comes for us, we’ll face it together. We’re Avengers, right? So what’s life without a little doomsday now and again?” She smiled, those big eyes so bright, so filled with frustrating optimism. Yadsmood turned his head to look at her, caught in the headlights of that shining smirk. That same smirk that let him, time and again, forget the weight of his long life, forget the guilt and the pain, and feel as young as she was.

“I... Kamala...” he began, blinking again, then swallowing as emotion swelled inside of him. An impulse that he prayed he wouldn’t regret. He felt his hand moving into his jacket pocket of its own accord, finding the little box that he’d kept inside of it -- simple, unpolished wood, but holding something far more special. “Marry me.”

Now it was Kamala Khan’s turn to be taken aback, her eyes widening a little. “Yads, I...” she began, her mind racing, only quickening when her immortal lover withdrew the box from his pocket, opening it. Inside was a ring -- a ring so ancient and so perfectly made that she could recognize neither the metal nor the jewels that encrusted it, could make no sense of its design. Almost euclidean in the way the shimmering reddish metal cavorted and turned on itself, gleaming with preciousness even though it had not been polished in eons. Set at the apex of the twisting, looping bands was a single star-shaped crystal, small but distinct, shaped into a complex, alien star and ferociously deep blue in color.

“Will you?” the immortal whispered, his voice soft, nearly sticking in his throat. As tears welled in Kamala’s eyes he had to resist the urge to cry himself, but he was committed to this. She had seen him at his worst and came out more hopeful, more optimistic. She was as beautiful and as perfect as anything he would meet -- and while it felt selfish to try to bind her to him in such a way, it was a selfishness he was willing to indulge.

Her clear, wet eyes turned up from the ring, back to her boyfriend’s face, and her arms tightened around him. “Of course I will, Yadsmood. Of course I will. Yes. Yes!”

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Two Weeks Later

It was the sound of the blast, that rush of energy, that caught Kamala’s attention. A burst of magic so massive and so loud that it could distract her even from the ice cream cone she’d just bought. Not that she dropped the ice cream or left it behind, of course -- she brought it with her as she rushed towards the source of the sound through the inner streets and plazas of New Haven.

The insignia of the valknut -- etched into the street itself, a circle about fifteen feet in circumference -- was one that was only vaguely familiar to Kamala. But the helmeted woman kneeling in the center of the magically-etched intersection, however, Kamala was intimately familiar with. The woman was Jane Foster, gone for many months now, to who knew where. The woman was Thor. And now, she was rising to her feet, her gaze quickly finding and focusing on Miss Marvel. “...We need to talk.”