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Better Than Karaoke
🕑 Added 2021-11-21 18:00:01 +0000 UTCCarol Danvers was about to drift off to sleep when she heard a knock at her bedroom door.
“It’s open,” she said sleepily.
Shang-Chi entered her room. He closed the door behind him.
Since Carol was on Earth, there was no crisis in the offing, and Monica wasn’t speaking to her, they’d decided to try to nail down just what his Ten Rings were. So far, none of the tests Carol had brought to bear on them had yielded anything but more of the same infuriating mysteriousness. Finally, they’d called it a night.
Or at least Carol had. She still kept to a military timetable when it came to sleep cycles. Shang was evidently more of a night owl. And now, maybe feeling guilty that he hadn’t talked her into karaoke or something, he was here to include her in his nocturnal fun.
“I was just thinking—“ Shang began, “Wong mentioned the multiverse… what if the rings are from some… parallel reality? Katy showed me this steampunk Iron Man someone drew—what if, on some Kree alternate universe, they made the rings instead of developing their technology some other way, the way they did here? Would we be able to tell something is alternate universe Kree technology the same way we can tell if it’s this universe’s Kree technology?”
“Kinda asking me to square a circle, aren’t you?” Carol sat up. “Okay, so maybe there’s some universe where all the Kree became sorcerers—would I be able to look at their handiwork and say ‘those are definitely Kree’? I don’t know. Would Wong recognize Strange if he started building robots suits and all he had to go on was a footprint… what?”
As she sat up, the bedsheet had fallen away from her chest. Underneath, she was naked. Shang stared at her bare body, luscious breasts hanging before her, shimmying with the small motion she made as she realized Shang wasn’t looking away.
“What?” Carol repeated.
“You’re naked.”
“I know, smart guy. I fly from planet to planet in the same costume. No luggage, don’t need any. Time to sleep, I take it off. I’ve been doing this for a good thirty years. I’m not shy.”
Shang’s eyes went up and down the length of Carol’s body. “You don’t have reason to be.”
“So you like what you see then?” Carol asked softly, her own gaze on Shang’s hard, lean body. He wore pajama bottoms and an open shirt, chiseled abs like a cobblestone path leading up to the boulders of his pecs and shoulders.
“I like what I feel,” Shang said, reaching out and running his palm over her hair, down the front of her body. His touch reached her breast, then lower, across her flat belly and down to her groin.
“I could vaporize you in a heartbeat, you know that right?” Carol asked, making no attempt to stop him. She was surprised by how erotic her bodily response was. Maybe after all these years of fucking aliens, doing it with a human had acquired its own exotic cache.
“Let me take my bedclothes off first. They’re new.” And he stripped.
Carol, of course, didn’t have to take any clothes off. She just threw the sheets off the lower half of her naked body, proudly revealing herself to Shang’s eyes. They widened with lust.
“Might be worth being vaporized,” he muttered.
“That can wait until after,” Carol husked, her eyes on his huge erection. His cock was thick, long, meaty. Her mouth watered and her pussy clenched, just looking at it.
She decided fuck it—there was no reason to see him as just a contact and not as a sexual being. She’d done it often enough with Kree and Skrulls and Xandarians, among other things she was not always proud of. Why shouldn’t she screw someone on Earth? She barely spent any time here. She could have a booty call on her home planet easily enough without it being a thing. And the idea of using Shang for anonymous sex made him appear even more attractive in her eyes.
She lay back, opening her legs wide, and Shang climbed on top of her. She felt his rock-hard erection trailing up her legs as he mounted her; Carol trembled when it approached her sex. But it didn’t reach her. It lay between her thighs as Shang licked and sucked her ample breasts. One hand went down between their bodies to stroke her wet cunt.
“Mmmmm, that’s not half bad,” Carol groaned. “At least we know your hand feels good on my pussy.”
Her head drifted back, dimpling her pillow, and she moaned in pleasure—Shang’s wet lips kissing all over her throat and her firm, round breasts. She felt his hard prick throb between her fleet thighs and she moaned anew.
Shang’s fingers pushed into her gripping cunt. “Ah!” Carol gasped at the sudden intrusion, the flood of pleasure that came with it. Her pulsing cunt had grown numb, her attention on the stimulation of her tits, and Shang’s touch had brought the sensation on her tender folds roaring back to life.
“Yeahh,” Shang groaned, sampling how Carol’s nipples hardened within his sucking mouth as well as how her inner muscles clenched on his probing fingers. “And your pussy feels good on my hand.”
“Ooooh! God, Shang, what you’re making me feel—it’s certainly easy to notice,” Carol sighed lustfully.
Shang’s cock throbbed, his balls swelled against Carol’s thighs. He struggled to control his arousal, not wanting to blow his wad before he’d even felt the inside of her hot little cunt.
Carol reached down and grasped his prick. She groaned thickly with her fingers around its girth. She was thrilled by how big it was—bigger than some aliens that came seven, eight feet tall. Bigger than one Chitauri subrace that had been more equine than humanoid.
“I wanna suck this thing,” she gasped, surprising herself. Carol had always had a thing for oral sex, but the strange tastes that she could get from extraterrestrial cock and cum had dissuaded her from the habit. With the musk of Shang’s masculinity filling the air, so pleasingly earthy, Carol’s old love for the flavor came rushing back. She wanted to taste his cock even more than she wanted to be fucked by it.
Shang grinned, liking the idea—and more importantly, liking Carol’s evident zeal. Without a word, he rolled over onto his back. His erection towered up in the air, pulsing obscenely from the bloated balls to the purple glans. Carol trilled with pleasure as she slid down the bed, being sure to brush her heaving breasts against Shang’s cock.
“Unnhh!” he groaned, wondering how good a titjob might be. But Shang wanted to fuck Carol to orgasm too, and wanted to let her indulge her evident fetish for blowjobs—what didn’t he want to do with her perfect body?
Carol tightened her grip on Shang’s cock, then rocked her fist up and down his throbbing erection. She pumped it until it swelled and grew, its newfound size actively trying to force her fist open.
“God! That’s incredible!” Shang cried, almost out of his mind with lust for the blonde.
Smiling at the effect she was having on him, Carol dropped her face under his massive endowment and took his aching balls into her mouth. She hummed as she sucked, letting Shang feel the trembling vibrations arc up into his shaft and be absorbed by the rutting motion of her hand.
Low, hungry moans charged out from the back of Carol’s throat as she sucked Shang’s balls. She was gentle, insistent, reining in the need she felt to stretch out the process of driving Shang lustfully mad. When she was sure he’d come if she sucked on him for even a second more, she popped her mouth wetly off his scrotum. Then she looked down at his balls, admiring the way they glistened with her saliva, his wrinkled pouch shuddering with lust.
“No more teasing! Do it! Suck my dick!” Shang groaned, pumping his hips up from the bed in a frenzy of want, but all he was doing was offering Carol what she needed.
“Yeah, Shang… yeah,” Carol breathed, grabbing his prick at the root. When he stilled, holding himself scrupulously motionless, she eagerly stuffed his manhood between her lips.
“Shit! You really know what you’re doing!” Shang moaned, twisting and turning on the bed, his hands clutching on the wrinkled top sheet until he reached down to tangle his fingers in Carol’s golden hair.
He stroked it, urging her on, not daring to try palming her head and controlling her motion—he was too enthralled by what she was doing, the pattern she set up and down his length all on her own.
Thirty years, Carol thought, with a silent thank you to how similar cocks were all across the galaxy. The size and shape varied, but trying out so many alien dicks had taught her what worked and what didn’t, regardless of what exactly she put in her mouth. It was crazy that no other blowjob thrilled her the way this nice, normal one did. Maybe it was that she was a size queen, and thanks to being another human, she knew this endowment wasn’t down to species. It was all Shang-Chi.
“Yes, Carol, suck me, suck me good!” Shang gritted out, rolling his hips upward in an undulating response to the feelings trickling up his spine. His hips rutted against Carol’s sucking face, but not wildly, not without rhythm. He was trying to fuck her face like her mouth was fucking his cock, pleasuring it, working it to a blissful eruption.
“Mmmmph!” Carol moaned around his prick, holding it as tightly as she could, wrapping her lips around it and hollowing her cheeks to touch it on all sides of her now vise-like mouth.
His manhood stiffened and swelled, pressing on the inside of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth, the top of her tongue. Its thrumming pushed to the back of her throat. Her snatch was getting wetter and wetter, as though realizing how much lubrication Shang would need to fuck her down there.
While she sucked Shang’s hard cock, her hands played with his balls. Carol couldn’t help herself. She wanted to touch him as much as his prick was touching her mouth, being felt inside her. Wanted to feel him on the skin of her fingers and under her nails as much as she was tasting him with her tongue.
She bounced his thickened balls about in her palms, feeling the trilling of how rigid her clit was, quaking between her legs, making her thigh muscles achingly tense. I have to come, she thought urgently. I just have to! And I think sucking him off is going to make me do it! I’ve always gotten off on giving head, but this time—oh God—this time I’ll go nuts if I don’t!
Her mouth slurped all over Shang’s cock. She lashed its thick roundness with her tongue, following pulsing blue veins with the tip of it. She ran the flat of her tongue along Shang’s glans, moaning excitedly while he shed tangy drops of precum that burned on her taste buds.
“God, Carol, you’re sucking the cum right out of me! I’m gonna give it to you!” Shang moaned thickly.
Good! Carol though, longing to feel it jet into her mouth and force its taste into her senses. She only hoped he had as much cum as he had cock.
“And when I shoot, I’m gonna put it all down your throat! You’re gonna swallow every drop of it!” Shang yelled, his voice heavy with lust.
Carol’s eyes met his, glimmering with addictive need. They told him she would—that she loved the sound of taking every last sperm from his bloated balls.
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