Peter Parker's New Groove by CambrianBeckett

Fragments of Infinity Pt. 2

Once his intentions fully crystallize in his mind's eye and finally align with the intentions of the personified Infinity Stones, there's not an ounce of hesitation. Power surges forward with a vicious grin on her lips, almost lunging at him as she drops to her knees and takes his cock in her hands.

Peter wasn't entirely sure he'd been naked a moment before... but no, he had been, hadn't he? Or was it more that reality itself was somewhat wishy-washy in a place like this? Meeting the actual Reality's eyes over the top of Power's head as the latter avails herself of his cock, Peter gets a wink from the glowing red personification.

Right, he really shouldn't be surprised, should he? Deciding to focus on what's right in front of him and plant himself firmly in the moment, Peter reaches down and gathers Gamora's hair up as Power uses the beautiful, green-skinned alien's mouth to great effect upon his member, sucking and slurping enthusiastically along his shaft. All the while, her shimmering purple eyes stare up at him adoringly.

Peter has never truly met the real Gamora. Oh, there'd been a version of her at the final battle against Thanos. But he and she hadn't exactly gotten the chance to converse, or anything like that. And yet, somehow, he instinctively knew of her, and not just from the small tidbits he'd been told here and there.

Gamora was a former Daughter of Thanos, with all that entailed. She had been but a child when the Mad Titan came to her world and took her away, training her in the arts of subterfuge and assassination, before unleashing her on the galaxy. Sure, eventually Gamora had chafed under her father's will, and eventually she'd even gone on to break free of his overbearing influence.

But that didn't change who Gamora was at her core. A taciturn, stoic assassin, who preferred to speak through actions, rather than words. When you put it like that, when you looked at just that last bit, she and Power weren't all that different... but at the same time, they most definitely were. From his instinctive understanding of the alien woman that Power was mimicking, Peter knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Gamora would never act like this, not even in a porn universe.

She would more than likely continue to be stoic and taciturn, and maybe even a little blunt about what she wanted, but she wouldn't be nearly as sexually aggressive, nor would she be quite so... carefree.

Pulling back off of his cock with a pop, Power grins up at him raunchily, her bright purple eyes dancing with mirth.

"Ready, Peter?"

He is, and so she leaps. It's a bit odd, because she goes from her knees to wrapping her body around his in what feels like less than a second, but Peter is prepared all the same. His hands close around chiseled buttocks as Power impales herself upon his spit-polished cock, moaning and wrapping her mimicked limbs around his waist and his neck as she slams herself down his length.

He can FEEL the thrum of... well, power through every inch of her, even as her pussy walls flex along his shaft. Her cunt muscles are quite strong, and they are clearly under her direct control, even as she uses her hold on him to bounce herself on his dick. Peter is forced to plant himself like a tree as she climbs him like a monkey and humps away like a bitch in heat.

... Or is he? Looking at him, Power grins a toothy grin.

"My power is yours, Peter. My strength is your strength. You don't even have to ask... you just have to TAKE."

He can see what she means within a moment. Deciding he's done hesitating, Peter reaches out and grabs hold of that power, of the Power Stone's seemingly infinite strength. At the same time, whether it was necessary or just coincidence, he finds himself physically reaching out and grabbing Power by her hair yet again, yanking her head back as he takes direct control of their coupling.