Chapter 3 - Marvel vs. Capcom XXX: Part 1

"Cocksucker!" He shouted. "You actual cocksucking, bitch!"

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Morrigan Aensland had been one of many world fighters to have been swept up and swept away to another reality. She was no cherry, straddling worlds like a dick was all part of her game since time immemorial. There was the spirit world and the realm of mortals. But this world was like a fusion of places. It was strange, even for her. And with the current abnormality came curious beings of power.

One such unlucky being was known to some as Taskmaster. He had been trying to figure out why the world had changed, before deciding that he didn't quite care enough. That's when he saw her: Teal colored hair, smooth skin, purple tights, black miniskirt, with a black tube top. She had a strange aura about her, that seemed to pull him in. It had been many moons since he had come to visit a lady of the night, especially one hanging around in broad daylight, but he couldn't resist.

She beckoned him forth with but a finger and a smile..Soon, it didn't make sense what was happening. He put his weapons down and took off his utility belt and hooded cape. She was on her knees in seconds and already had his cock in her hand before he could look to see if it was clear. She licked it and smiled. She began kissing the head while vigorously jerking him off.
 
He almost lost his balance with how rough she was being. She wasn't like most prostitutes, who want you to come to climax as quick as possible so that they barely have to work to get any money. No. She wanted him to cum, but she wanted it for herself. Like a fiend getting a fix, she needed it. So she gripped his dick tighter and gave him long and slower strokes.

"Cum on my face. Or on my tits. In my mouth or on my lips." Morrigan chanted. Her street clothes began to writhe an move as if wind were blowing them, but Taskmaster noticed that his cape on the ground, just beside her, lay still.

"Hey..." Taskmaster started, but it felt so good. This small teal haired girl was like a blowjob queen. As she was stroking his shaft, she was also cupping and massaging his balls. She leaned in and began licking and sucking on them. She knew the sounds of her slurps helped him grow closer, so she did it extra loudly.

"Give me your fucking cum. I'll gargle it on my tongue." Her clothes had become some sort of bat-themed costume. Taskmaster was used to costumes and superheroes and just assumed she had a symbiote on her. He never had an erection so hard before. He assumed it was the tightness in which she held his dick in her hands, but soon came to notice that he was feeling more and more tired, but not just physically.

Morrigan began stroking it faster just as he needed it, as if she knew. She stood up and leaned over, legs spread and began sucking it with a mouth full of saliva. Her tongue massaged all over it and he let out a grunt as he came. It splashed over her face and she quickly redirected it to her mouth to catch it all. But when he came, he also began losing life force. She had been siphoning his life the whole time. Somehow, he was able to pull out a flash grenade without her noticing. As it detonated, the shock reversed her succubus powers, returning his energy to him. She jumped back, while he rolled over to his weapons and gear.

"Cocksucker!" He shouted "You actual cocksucking bitch!"

"Girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And you taste so good." She wiped some of his jizz off of her face with a single finger and slurped it up. Almost as if it was a diversion, she immediately shot a blast of some kind of soul energy at Taskmaster, though he was able to deflect it with his shield. He ran at her and tried to swipe her with his sword. Knowing that she would dodge it, he pulled out a handgun and fired on her.

Her wings came in front of her to block the bullets and she jumped backward down the alley, before rushing forward. She grabbed him up, turned upside down and crashed them both into the ground. His face plate cracked a little bit, but he began laughing. When she looked down, there was a grenade under her, and the explosion launched her back and into a dumpster. Morrigan's wings became spikes and she shot them out in all directions, blowing up the dumpster, but Taskmaster was nowhere to be seen. She took flight and flew away.

~Elsewhere. Earlier.

"I can't seem to contact the BSAA. When I dialed their hard line, I was able to contact something called S.H.I.E.L.D. instead. Director Fury explained that there is some kind of fusion of realities happening. This is beyond anything we know how to deal with, Jill."

Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine had been transported together. They were two survivors of an isolated bio-terrorist incident nearly 20 years ago. Since then, they have been working to protect the world from bio-terrorism and criminal use of biological warfare through bio-organic weapons known as "B.O.W.s". One such BOW had haunted Jill the night of her escape from Raccoon City, named Nemesis.

Nemesis was a weapon created specifically to kill her and her teammates. It hunted her relentlessly, screaming into the night. Among it's growls and grunts, it would often clearly utter the name of her team in an almost hushed breath. As if to insert that it was smarter than she thought it was. Many times during the chase, it would toy with her. As if it's job was not just to kill her, but to torture her so that she'd die in terror like Brad Vickers did.

"We seem to be in New York city. If we keep walking this way, we should get to the BSAA base. Or whatever this world's version of it is, and we will likely find someone who can explain more." Jill tried to keep calm, but the feeling she had when Nemesis chased her was returning. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Even back when she was being controlled by Wesker, she hadn't felt the fear and anxiety so heavy she could spit.

"Jill....There may not be anything. And we might run into another creature like that 'Venom' thing we ran into earlier. If Spider-Man had not shown up, we would have been done for. This world..it doesn't have the same rules as our world." Chris was nervous, but he had been through far too much to play pretend. Trusting his instincts are what has kept him alive. He knew he had to admit that it was too much to handle. They weren't superheroes, demons, ninjas, or robots. They were just ex-cops that fight terrorism.

"Cocksucker!" A voice in the distance shouted. "You actual cocksucking bitch!"

Chris and Jill looked at each other, suddenly, they heard sounds of a fight. They began to run toward the noise. Someone could be in trouble. Explosions were heard. Gunshots. There had to be at least seven people fighting. They hurried through buildings and down allies before coming to the street where they last heard something explode. Unfortunately, they got there to find it completely empty.

"Look, Chris!" Jill walked over to shell casings on the ground. They were still hot. Whatever battle had gone on here, happened very quickly. "What does this mean?"

"It means that .....I think they were running from something." Chris said, tapping Jill on the shoulder. She looked up to see Nemesis, on the other end of the alley walking slowly toward them. Tentacles out and dripping. It's one good eye was locked solely on Jill as if it remembered her killing him and it wanted payback.