Atlantis Attacks the Scarlet Witch And Friends part 5: Relenetless

And sometimes, Tigra decided, the relentless terror was a bitch.

But theyd broken the rules anyway. Not Tigra. She was a weretiger, the wildest of the wild, but lately shed been even more domestic and soldierlike than membership in the Avengers usually forced her to be. Captain America had been asking Tigra to work days and days of extra hours, and shed been docile and obedient, never complaining about the added workload.

But even Captain America had disappeared, lately.

The Control Room was very big, and very vacant.

Tigra was doing computer reconnaisance today. Her eyes swam with the drone of green glowing numbers. It was midday, and pretty much everyone was out fighting the Atlanteans. Either that, or they were at work in their secret identities, trying to maintain a degree of normalcy during the Atlantean Invasion.

Not Tigra, though. She was on double shift, working round the clock and trying to figure out a way to end the infestation. Snakes in the drinking water. Snakes in the perimeter defense. But, God, it was quiet here. The fur on her back bristled at the quiet wind that always ran through the Avengers headquarters, which nobody noticed when the room was full. Which it usually was. Even Captain Americas command seat was empty, only the star-studded chair warmer that he always used flopped lamely off the seat.

The idea that the entire building was empty filled Tigra with a kind of schoolgirl thrill.

Being left unsupervised, it was like there was suddenly no one to watch over her. Tigra had been on a responsible streak recently, taking on additional responsibilities as they popped up in the struggle to find out what the sea-demon Set was planning, but it was very trying -- and, to be honest, pretty boring.

It was rare that Tigra was alone at all anymore.

She pulled up one leg and rested her chin on her knee, continuing to type with one hand and massaging her foot with the other.

Tigra became acutely aware that the g-string of her Avengers costume was riding up between her thighs. She usually loved wearing her tiger-accented bikini, especially because a more confining uniform left her furry skin pent up and unbreatheable. And Tigra liked her skin to breathe. Almost without thinking about it, she wriggled one finger between the V-bottom lining of her costume and her skin and started to stroke.

<i>Mmmmmm</i>. Tigra rarely got the opportunity to masturbate as a responsible superhero. She gritted her teeth together, fangs pushing into her bottom lip. Her toes curled around the seat of the chair and pushed her cunt more deeply onto her finger until she was almost impaled on it. She kept her finger absolutely still. Her ass did all the work. Her eyes never left Captain Americas chair.

Tigra rubbed her chin against her shoulder, feeling her own fur pressing against itself. Her legs began thrashing rhythmically against each other, squeezing and unsqueezing. She felt the burning pressing desire to howl out loud, but she stifled it, thinking what would happen if Captain America or one of the other Avengers should come in at this moment.

Her breathing quickened. She bit into her lip. Her vampirelike fangs cut skin, and she tasted the blood and it turned her on even more. Pain, pain! It was so good. So...<i>delicious</i>.

Then the alarm bell shook, so loud that Tigra felt the vibrations on her fur.

Tigra wanted it so bad. So bad. She tossed out her long orange hair, shaking it over her almost-bare breasts and her back. Just five more minutes and she could be there. Just a little bit of selfishness would be all the reward in the world.

She calmed herself and scurried across the floor, straightening her bra as she strode to the door. Open, she commanded it.

The computer replied -- VOICE ACTIVATION: TIGRA: VALID -- and it slid open.

And Wonder Man collapsed into her arms, bloody, barely alive.

He looked horrible. His face was the shape of a serpent and his body was green and scaly. But she coudl still see Simons features under his snakelike countenace. He was bleeding heavily.

Ill get a medic--

There are no medics left, Wonder Man coughed bitterly. Everybodys serpents now. We get free at--at orgasm. But only for a mo--moment. Here, he tossed a golden tiara to the ground. This--this is the serpent crown. You can---

And with one last furious coughing fit, Wonder Man passed out on the floor. Tigra adjusted her bikini bottom. Not that anyone would care, anymore.

* * *

Captain America drank from a golden chalice that had been placed into his hands by Llyra, the Atlantean demon queen.

Her elbow-length red leather gloves (or fishscale gloves, he supposed -- either way, they were tight and smooth and leathery) tilted the chalice and his head back, letting the liquid flow deep into his throat. She studied the Adams apple under his blue latex costume bobbing up and down, drinking down every drop.

She stepped back.

There, Set, she said. How does that feel?

Captain Americas lips and the giant snake mouth of the demon behind Llyra moved at the same time. Slowly, they both trembled, feeling (rightly) as though they had just crawled into a new body.

Llyra was not sure shed ever seen it before, but as Captain Americas lips curled back sinisterly, the giant serpents lips curled into an evil smile too.

How does it feel? she said. How does it feel?

Captain Americas hands shot out. He gripped Llyras breasts savagely, tearing at leather and the flesh beneath. Set had never had hands before, nor a body, either human or superhuman. He ripped Llyra off her stilletto heels and enveloped her with this new body. Cap crunched his muscular arms around her slight back. He pulled her to him like she was a toy. He felt the tilt of her pelvis against his hardening cock. He liked this new, human cock. He liked this new control over human female bodies. Set and Cap decided, they were going to have fun with this.

Cap licked her. He felt this new rush of human horniness. Power gushed through his veins. Then he considered for a second, rethought it, and tossed her aside. Llyras inert body collapsed easily into a row of machinery.

C-Cap? stammered She-Hulk, leaning seductively against a pillar. She thrust her giant chest out invitingly. There was fear in Jen Walters eyes and confidence in her body.

Milord, bowed the Scarlet Witch from beside her, swiping her cape aside so her Lord and Master could feast his eyes on her body without impediment.

Captain America took them both. His tongue jutted out, tasted the juices of sweat on Wandas uniform and She-Hulks bare skin. His eyes lit up eagerly, bright green.

Yes, they both said in unison. Yes, this is what were here for.

Seizing Wandas body by her breasts, Cap impaled her on his already protruding hard-on. The Scarlet Witch, finally feeling the fulfillment of her Master, shut her eyes to concentrate on receiving his seed.

* * *

Tigra toyed with the crown in her hands. In all the Avengers literature and lore on Set, there was nothing mentioned about a serpent crown. Shed cross-referenced it and checked under every available alias. Even in Black Widows old Russian files, Tigra could find nothing.

Thats beccause you havent looked at all the records, came a voice from behind her.

In a flash, Tigra jumped from her chair, threw the crown to the ground and was at her visitors throat. Her body moved like the Flash. She was a wild predator.

In the instant before she broke his neck, Tigra hesitated.

Namor? she said. How did you get in here?

Do not cast aside that crown, Namor said. Danger is afoot, and we would be careless to let it overpower us before the battle is even begun.

God, its good to see you, she said. Tigra took felt scared and tired. She took a moment to collect herself. Its just that--Caps gone missing, and She-Hulk and the Scarlet Witch have been acting so strange, and I dont know who to trust and I think somethings happening thats bigger than any of us can handle.

Tigra started toying with her hands, wrenching them awkwardly. And Im a werewoman. Nature beats in my veins. The wild is supposed to be my toy. And I cant control any of it.

I know of what you speak, Namor said, folding his mighty arms over his bare chest. Water is my province, and I cannot even rule there anymore. This bastard demon Set has taken control of my people.

I feel so savage. And Im afraid to let myself go.

Let yourself go, Namor commanded her.

Tigra swallowed. Really?

Namors face had never looked graver. Really.

Tigra closed her eyes and felt the wild blood coarse in her veins. The fur on her arms bristled. Reaching out, she felt the air, her claws touched Namor, and everything stopped being so confusing. Tigra knew what she had to do. She wrapped her hands around the ass of Namors scale-green Speedos. She pulled him in, wrapping her agile thighs around him and harpooning herself on his perpetually hard cock.

*****

The Scarlet Witch and She-Hulk made out furiously, provocatively. They clawed at each others breasts with lust. She-Hulk was only wearing her purple uniform bodysuit, low-cut and high on her hips. They were fighting and fooling around at the same time. Captain America stood back, watching them, fascinated and pleased.

The Scarlet Witchs hex bolt took She-Hulk by surprise and she tripped over, falling. The Scarlet Witch shot her hands to She-Hulks neck, pressing hard against her esophagus. Her knee shot into Jens crotch, rubbing and arousing her with her thigh-high leather boot. She-Hulk started to gag, her body crumbling before the other woman. Cap played with himself.

You like that, dont you, bitch, Wanda said.

Jen gagged.

Mmmm, Wanda ran her teeth over Jens emerald green skin.

With a lunge, She-Hulk knocked the other woman over. They both toppled to the ground, She-Hulks mouth working furiously on Wandas and her hand between Wandas legs.

Wanda gasped. She was so wet. She was ready to---

STOP! thundered Cap suddenly.

Both stopped.

Neither of you shall come without me! he ordered. He swung the She-Hulk around and, telepathically under his control, she knew exactly what to do. Without missing a moment, she tore off Caps pants and tore down her shirt so her huge globes of breasts could meet his oncoming hands. She thrust her groin forward so hard that Caps cock punctured a hole in her bodysuit in exactly the right place.

Ooooh!!! She-Hulk screamed. Her hands wrapped around Caps mask. She could feel him violating her. Violating himself. Violating the morals they had both once held sacred. He plunged in again and again. I need you, Lord Set! she cried out. Do it now!

No, Caps new deep, possessed voice said. We want her.

The Scarlet Witch lay invitingly on the bed, ready for him, naked but for her thigh-high boots and her cape and tiara. Her knees were raised and her cunt was ready. Her breaths were fast and taut. She was waiting. Sets mind had already stimulated her almost to the point of orgasm. The mental anguish had the Scarlet Witch dripping wet, clawing at her own body, but not allowed to touch herself where she most wanted to.

Then Capt leapt on her.

And then he leaped into her.

He entered her hard, a single mighty thrust into Wandas g-spot that hit them both like an avalanche. They both gave one mighty scream that echoed into the night, the force of both coming made the whole building shake.

Caps muscles tightened. His hands closed around the Scarlet Witchs body.

And he erupted into her.

Wanda went wild. Jen, psychically bonded to the Witch and with her hands halfway up her own green hot pussy, lost control completely. The force of the orgasm threw her off her feet and she smashed into the brick wall behind her. Wanda clawed at Cap hungrily.

Cap stood up, pulled his uniform trousers up, and started toward the door. He surveyed the room with glowing green eyes. When he spoke, it was the voice of Set.

*****

Fuck me, Tigra cried, brandishing the Atlantan Prince as he rammed himself into her waiting body. Her ass contracted and her boobs shook mightily. Her canines dug into Namors shoulder. She whimpered. Namor was stoic. He fucked her mightily, singularly.

Now, Namor! Do it now! Let me come--let me come---

Her tail wrapped around his dick, stimulating it

Now! Let me come now let me come letmecomenow

Youll come when I tell you to!

Please, my prince!

No!

PLEASE!

NOW, he said, thrusting deep.

RRRRRMMMMMIIIEEEEEE...

Tigra screamed out, feeling the princes cum squirt deep into her. She took it gladly. Eagerly.

Oh god.

She collapsed onto Namors shoulder, breathing hard.

Around her the rooms monitors showed buildings collapsing, humans turning into serpentmen, the whole Earth in turmoil. Oh, my God. What are we going to do?

Nothing, Namor said, halfway to the door.

Nothing?? What do you mean, nothing? The Earth is going to die and the Avengers have been decimated and you say --

The water world is moving up here. I have no complaint of it, Namor said, coldly closing the door.

But -- but why did you come?

Will you be here tomorrow? Namor demanded.

Tigra rubbed her legs together and purred appreciatively, affirmatively.