As you stand there in the private bed chambers of the Inhuman King and Queen of Attilian, you remind yourself how stupid an idea this was.
Yes, let's teleport into the Inhuman city, check out the house of the royal family, maybe poke around a little. What could possibly go wrong?
Inevitably, you got caught snooping, and now you stand at the mercy of Queen Medusa as she stands regally before you. Your only saving grace was your prior actions to assist the Inhumans in times of crisis, including saving the royal family one time. That is the only reason you now stand unclothed with the queen and not with your head separated from your shoulders.
You never pictured your punishment going quite like this, but you knew better than to object as Medusa stripped off her dress before you, her long red hair waving around her body despite the lack of wind. Her inhuman power enables her to control every strand of hair, hence why it now wraps around your limbs and hoists you into the air.
"You're fortunate to have much favour with our people" Medusa tells you, commanding her hair to bring you closer until you're inches away from her sharp features. "So instead of killing you, you are going to entertain us until we are satisfied."
She casts a glance to her husband, who sits in an armchair like a sentinel silently watching you as his wife strokes your skin with her finger tips. "I take you don't expect me to dance" you say timidly, cautiously aware of how Medusa's hair was caressing your body.
"In a fashion" she whispers, running her tongue over your collarbone before kissing your neck. "You are handsome after all." You stifle back a grunt as she bites into your skin, her hair tightening around your limbs as you try to move. More strands coil around you to start teasing other body parts; butt cheeks, balls, nipples, spine, cock, even weaving between your fingers and toes, the crack of your arse, around your nose and lips, everywhere they want. The silky smooth texture heightens your arousal, and within minutes your dick stands rock solid pointing at Medusa's naked body.
The queen hums to herself as she controls you, her fingers tracing your skin as her hair strokes and squeezes wherever necessary. Any hole or entrance inside is prime for intrusion as tiny strands slither through your mouth, your arsehole, your ears, even the urethra of your cock. They wrap around your tongue and coil down your throat, some strands joining together to grow thicker as they penetrate your backside, pushing deep and making you squirm. You finally stop trying to act strong and moan loudly at the sensations, wincing when your balls are squeezed and groaning when your cock is stroked, liquid cum leaking across her hair as it leaks from your erect member. Medusa runs a finger along your length to collect some, placing it in her mouth to taste, smiling at the quality. "Delicious" she announces, dropping down to her knees to drink some more.
You watch her dive below, your breath now lost in hitching huffs as your body twitches with anticipation. You look across to Black Bolt, still silently watching as you try to form a sentence, a plea for mercy perhaps, even as Medusas hair coils around your neck.
He says nothing, simply raising a finger to his lips.
You stare at him as the strands of red hair wrap around your mouth, muffling your sudden cries as the Queen begins to take her pleasure from your throbbing, dripping cock.
As you stand there in the private bed chambers of the Inhuman King and Queen of Attilian, you remind yourself how stupid an idea this was.
Yes, let's teleport into the Inhuman city, check out the house of the royal family, maybe poke around a little. What could possibly go wrong?
Inevitably, you got caught snooping, and now you stand at the mercy of Queen Medusa as she stands regally before you. Your only saving grace was your prior actions to assist the Inhumans in times of crisis, including saving the royal family one time. That is the only reason you now stand unclothed with the queen and not with your head separated from your shoulders.
You never pictured your punishment going quite like this, but you knew better than to object as Medusa stripped off her dress before you, her long red hair waving around her body despite the lack of wind. Her inhuman power enables her to control ever strand of hair, hence why it now wraps around your limbs and hoists you into the air.
"You're fortunate to have much favour with our people" Medusa tells you, commanding her hair to bring you closer until you're inches away from her strap features. "So instead of killing you, you are going to entertain us until we are satisfied."
She casts a glance to her husband, who sits in an armchair like a sentinel silently watching you as his wife strokes your skin with her finger tips. "I take you don't expect me to dance" you say timidly, cautiously aware of how Medusa's hair was caressing your body.
"In a fashion" she whispers, running her tongue over your collarbone before kissing your neck. "You are pretty after all." You stifle back a gasp as she bites into your skin, her hair tightening around your limbs as you try to move. More strands coil around you to start teasing other body parts; breasts, butt cheeks, clit, nipples, spine, pussy, even weaving between your fingers and toes, the crack of your arse, around your nose and lips, everywhere they want. The silky smooth texture heightens your arousal, and within minutes your dripping onto her elegant carpet.
The queen hums to herself as she controls you, her fingers tracing your skin as her hair strokes and squeezes wherever necessary. Any hole or entrance inside is prime for intrusion as tiny strands slither through your mouth, your pussy, your arsehole, even your ears. They wrap around your tongue and coil down your throat, some strands joining together to grow thicker as they penetrate your cite and backside, pushing deep and making you squirm. You finally stop trying to act strong and moan loudly at the sensations, wincing when your breasts are plucked and crying out when your clit is pinched, liquid cum leaking across her hair as it runs down your thighs from your wet entrance. Medusa runs a finger along your fold to collect some, placing it in her mouth to taste, smiling at the quality. "Delicious" she announces, dropping down to her knees to drink some more.
You watch her dive below, your breath now lost in hitching gasps as your body trembles with sensitivity. You look across to Black Bolt, still silently watching as you try to form a sentence, a plea for mercy perhaps, even as Medusas hair coils around your neck.
He says nothing, simply raising a finger to his lips.
You stare at him as the strands of red hair wrap around your mouth, muffling your sudden screams as the Queen begins to take her pleasure from your throbbing, dripping pussy.
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