God Complex (Marvel x Male Mercenary)

Chapter 5: The Three Twats

Rays of light landed upon my face as I slept on the cheap Inn bed wrapped around my blanket like a burrito. I shuffled around and tried to find a more comfortable spot and to rid my face of the sunlight.

I find myself restricted to move. As if my body was tied by a rope. Using my hands, I searched lazily inside my blanket with my eyes barely open. I felt a strange marshmallowy and silky texture on my hands, it felt soft and its size was big enough for one hand to hold.

Hoping to know this strange thing that I'm too lazy to get up and see what I'm touching. I used my hands too discern the object next to me.

Soft

Voluptuous

Bouncy

But yet... there's something hard on it too....

It felt like I was touching a marshmallow, or a round plush toy of some sort.

Knowing that if I looked at the same place that I was probing around in the beginning would get me nowhere. I decided to look deeper.

With one hand pinching the hard area on the soft and curvy surface I was feeling earlier. I glided my hands downwards, keeping a centimeter distance apart.

Sex doll?

Probably, that's one of objects, the High-quality one's at least, that has the same texture and feel of a woman's skin.

My hands finally reached it's destination. I groped carefully around the area to see what the object that's right in from of me. If this is actually a high-quality sex doll, I know one prick who can pull of a prank like this.

Wet?

Sticky...

Wait... Don't tell me!!!

A surge of sudden realization and panic hit me like Thor's hammer hitting a bystander. I took off the blanket that covered my body, expecting to see a bloody body next to me.

"Hmm~" Ms. Popov bit her lip and grinned at me with hunger. Her eyes almost gleamed red under the sunlight, with gaze of a predator preying on its meal "Why'd you stop? You were finally getting to the good part~" Ms. Popov entangled her arms on me, her weight dragging me down onto to the soft, warm, and cheap bed of the Inn.

"Ms. Popov," I whispered on her ear, my warm breath hitting her skin caused her whole body to twitch for a brief moment "Are you my morning breakfast?"

Hoping to dissuade her from the fact that I thought she was a dead body that was sent by a Sicilian mob boss, forcing me to take an offer I can't refuse.

Ms. Popov caressed my face with her smooth palms and fingers "Please... call me darling... sweetie~" she then got up and sat on me with the blanket still miraculously covering her body, her elegant face and her bright smile shined even more as the sunlight of a new morning hit her with its beams.

"Gl-"

"If you would stop flirting like newlyweds, that would be great for all of us"  Anders, my mentor sliced the strands of passion we had like a hot knife through butter. I instinctively froze on the spot while Ms. Popov nuzzled her head on my neck

"We're on a mission and you're here having sex?!" exclaimed another familiar voice that I hate so much "You never fail to amaze me"

I abruptly turned my head towards him to explain "I wasn-"

"That's my fucking boy!! Don't move yea, I'll take a picture of this as a day to remember" cheered the familiar Scottish accent as he kneels down on the floor and took a selfie