Peter Parker, Harem-King: Chapter 2 - Valkyrie

As they meet in the middle, Peter still having a hard time believing this was happening, Valkyrie falls to her knees before him, the naked Asgardian reaching out and taking hold of his erection with one hand, while the other presses itself down on her knee for support. Peter's pale cock, an interesting contrast to the warrior woman's dark skin, immediately pulses and throbs in her grip, causing Valkyrie to smile and look up at him with a wicked glint in her eye as she licks her lips suggestively.

"Looks like someone is happy to see me. Mm, allow me to… clean up, my King."

Because of course, Peter had just gotten done fucking Carol, aka Captain Marvel, into an outright stupor. The high-tech gauntlet that Toni had made to house the Infinity Stones still sat on Peter's hand and said Infinity Stones still gleamed in their individual slots. He'd snapped Thanos and all of his armies out of existence, while at the same time inadvertently wishing himself as Harem-King of the damn Universe.

That was the only reason Valkyrie was on her knees before him now, licking and lapping up the juices off of his cock that had been left there from his recent plowing of Carol Danvers. Because Peter was Harem-King, and apparently that meant every woman on the very LARGE battlefield suddenly wanted a piece of him.

Really, he should have fixed it all by now. But there was no denying how good it felt to have Valkyrie's mouth wrapped around his cock. Just as good as it'd felt to have Carol's mouth and then cunt where the dark-skinned Asgardian's lips were now, just a little while before. Both women were very, very good at what they did, and Peter just couldn't get enough of it.

Valkyrie's 'clean up' quickly turns into outright fellatio, and Peter finds himself laying a hand atop the warrior woman's head, sliding his gauntleted fingers through her dark locks. He grips, but not harshly, not wanting to hurt her or anything. It just… it feels right, to have his hand atop her head, to be in such total control, even as she handled the actual blowjob to the best of her exquisite abilities. He was King, after all, right? As his loyal subject, this was really just Valkyrie's… responsibility.

Peter's breath hitches as the dark-skinned woman does this thing with her tongue that not even Carol had done, making his balls churn and his cock jump, though not quite pulling his release from him. His eyes close for a moment as he tilts his head back in a groan… but when he opens them up again, it's to find that they're no longer exactly… alone.

"Well damn, your majesty. Looks like you're already pretty busy, aren't you? Unfortunate, but I'm not going to get in the way. I should have known I couldn't beat those with the ability to fly over to you, heh."

Claire Barton, Peter's mind helpfully supplies, which leads to him just sort of staring at the genderbent hero with wide eyes. His mind… it was like Peter had two sets of memories, though the longer time went on, the first set were beginning to get weaker. He knew, intellectually, that Hawkeye of the original Avengers had been a man and that that man was in turn named Clint Barton.

But now Peter also knew that the Hawkeye of the original Avengers in this new world that his subconscious had created was in fact always a woman, and that woman was named Claire Barton. Claire wasn't all that different from her male counterpart, to be fair, save for being quite feminine. She still had a somewhat silly haircut, though in Peter's humble opinion, it was better on her than the quick flash that he'd seen on Clint during the massive melee that they'd all just been engaged in.

Regardless, while she was still wearing the same Hawkeye outfit, so to speak, there was no denying her sizable chest or her feminine lips or her defined cheekbones. She was, without a doubt, all woman from head to toe. And she was also handing him something with a wicked sort of smile on her face.

"Luckily, I sort of expected this, so I snatched up a pen and paper on my way over. Here, your majesty. Feel free to stop by the farm any time. Laura and I would love to entertain you… once the kids are in bed of course."

Peter blinks dumbly as he takes Claire's phone number with the hand that's not currently atop Valkyrie's head. The dark-skinned Asgardian hasn't missed a beat, and she's even gone so far as to wrap her arms around his waist and plant both hands on his ass as she dives deeper and deeper down his cock, as if to say to the newcomer, 'MINE'.

Once Claire has passed off her number, however, she just smiles and steps back, giving a respectful incline of her head towards Peter, followed by a downright flirtatious wink.

"Hope to see you soon, your majesty."

And like that, she saunters away, but with noticeably more sway in her hips and bump in her steps than her male counterpart had ever been capable of. It's a little hard to look at… on the one hand, Claire Barton is sexy as fuck. On the other, Peter STILL remembers Clint… only, every passing moment, it feels like those memories are fading away.

Wait, is he losing his memory of the time before he snapped his fingers? Peter's eyes go wide at that thought… and then they go slightly wider, before crossing as Valkyrie buries her face in his crotch, taking him to the base and all the way down her throat before swallowing in just the right way to send convulsions through him.

Letting out a somewhat squeaky groan, Peter doubles over Valkyrie, using her for support as he begins to cum. Of course, with his dick buried in her throat, his seed really has nowhere to go but down. To her credit, Valkyrie swallows every last drop in an incredibly impressive display that the scientific side of Peter's mind has to chalk up to Asgardian physiology or SOMETHING, because no human woman would have managed that without choking on his seed, surely.

Oh sure, Carol had managed it well enough, but one, he hadn't been buried in her throat, only held in her mouth, and two, Peter wasn't sure she technically counted as human anymore either. Regardless, Valkyrie drinks his seed down, and then pulls back off of his cock with a most satisfying pop, Peter releasing his grip on her hair when it becomes apparent, she's pulling away entirely.

Smiling up at him still, with just a bit of his cum leaking out of the corner of her mouth, the absolutely delicious-looking Asgardian woman lays down on her back and spreads her legs nice and wide. The offer is obvious even without the words that accompany it as she pulls her pussy lips open with her fingers in an exceedingly lewd manner.

"I've decided… you are worthy of being called my King. You are worthy of my loyalty… now, lay with me, and seal the deal. Plant your seed deep within my womb, and I shall be your devoted Valkyrie Protector for the rest of your days."

… He's pretty sure that that's not how it worked BEFORE. And he's also pretty sure that his finger snap hadn't changed it so that it was how it worked now. Peter was about seventy-five percent positive that Valkyrie was effectively just playing with him, teasing him and provoking him and arousing him until he fucked her silly with his big fat cock just like he did Carol.

Well, if that was the case? Fuck it, it'd worked. It's Peter's turn to drop to his knees this time, though unlike Valkyrie he's still wearing his Iron Spider suit over pretty much everything except for his head and his crotch, so it's not some hardship to kneel on the ground between the absolutely stunning woman's legs and grab her by her dusky thighs to pull her closer to his cock. Valkyrie shifts with a jolt, and a soft 'ooh!' leaves her lips as she chuckles throatily.

"Mm, you're certainly a strong one, my King. I didn't think they made men like you on Earth…"

Peter swallows thickly, but he couldn't resist such a line, even as he slapped his cock down onto the Asgardian's cunt, finding the warrior woman to be incredibly wet already, her pussy sopping and drooling with fluids as she squirms beneath him, eagerly awaiting his shaft. Leaning in close, he adopts his best roguish smile.

"There's no other man like me."

Valkyrie's eyes widen for a moment at the display of confidence, and the way Peter has finally reacted to her teasing by teasing her right back. It's in that moment, feeling pretty damn good about himself and wanting to make it last, that Peter pulls his cock back along Valkyrie's pussy lips until he has the head fitted in her entrance… and then thrusts in.

Immediately, the Asgardian woman arches her back and cries out in ecstasy, her orgasm instantaneous. Her insides clench down HARD around Peter's dick, even harder than Carol's had in fact, and he's glad for the fact that he'd just cum, or she might very well have milked him of his release right then and there.

As it is, Peter can't quite help laying into the dark-skinned beauty currently beneath him, hard and fast. His cock pistons in and out of Valkyrie's cunt again and again, and his hands, not having much else to do, inevitably shift from her thighs to her tits, grabbing hold of her soft breasts and squeezing them somewhat harshly. Her chest is probably the only soft part of the warrior woman, and her tits are undeniably sensitive if Valkyrie's wanton moaning is any indication.

The way the warrior woman reacts to Peter fucking her on the back in the middle of a battlefield like he is right now is… certainly doing it for the young man, to say the least. Grunting and panting, his cock pistoning in and out of Valkyrie, he almost doesn't notice the next two people to walk up on them. Admittedly, they're rather difficult to ignore, given the green and blue skin.

"I told you he would be busy, sister."

"And I told you that it's not about having a turn right now, Nebula. It's about making sure that his Grace can contact us later, whenever he wants to."

Peter blinks up at the two dangerous alien women in front of him. Nebula and… Gamora, it must be. Even if he's never actually met Gamora, he's certainly heard enough about her at this point, and he's seen a couple of pictures. The two aliens were once on Thanos' side, if Peter remembers correctly, just as he knew they'd also irrevocably turned against the big purple thumb.

But then, duh, of course they had. If they hadn't, his finger snap would have wiped them off the face of the Earth just like it did the rest of Thanos' flunkies. Which meant Peter had nothing to fear from these two gorgeous alien women. Especially not when he was Harem-King of the UNIVERSE, not just Earth. Smiling at him, Gamora steps forward, seemingly the more… diplomatic of the pair.

"Your Majesty… it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Gamora, and this is my sister Nebula. Obviously, we are both eternally in your debt for dealing the finishing blow to Thanos."

Peter, who never quite stops fucking Valkyrie as he stares at them, blushes slightly and nods, one of his hands coming up to scratch at the back of his head somewhat sheepishly.

"A-Aha… no big deal, I suppose."

Nebula jumps in at that point, a frown on her face, though her eyes seem almost fixed on the way Peter's cock is pistoning in and out of the dark-skinned Asgardian beneath him.

"I would have preferred that it be me that dealt the final blow. Still… I am looking forward to having that large phallus of yours buried inside of me."

"Nebula!"

It looks like Nebula is definitely the bluntest of the two, and even Gamora for all her training is a bit embarrassed by her sister's matter-of-fact attitude. Peter's not sure what a green alien's blush looks like, but if he had to guess, the way Gamora's face is changing color certainly seems like it might be it. Either way, Nebula just scowls at Gamora's reprimand, and Gamora herself reaches down and pulls a small device off of her belt, tossing it Peter's way.

He catches it of course, in the very same hand that he'd used to scratch the back of his head. Turning it over, Peter blinks down at what the scientific half of his mind immediately catalogs as some sort of alien communication device.

"Here. If you have need of us, your majesty, you will be able to contact us through that device. We will be staying on Earth for a little while longer, of course… but eventually, we will take to the stars again. However, that device is long-range, so you can call us back whenever you like."

Peter gulps at the power these alien women are giving him over them. Nebula just nods along with her sister, meaning that neither she nor Gamora see any problem with him basically using them as a booty call, whenever the fuck he wants. Though, part of him thinks he really should make sure he calls on them before they leave Earth, if only so that he's not so tempted to call on them after they leave and make them come all the way back… or something like that. Alright, so maybe that part of him is his libido, wondering just what it would be like to shove his 'large phallus' into both Nebula and Gamora.

Saying none of this, Peter just tucks the comm device away into his suit and gives Gamora and Nebula both a nod, his cock still buried deep in Valkyrie's clenching, squeezing quim.

"Right…"

Gamora gives him a seductive smile, while Nebula manages a nod, her eyes never once leaving his crotch until her sister is finally pulling her away, the two aliens leaving then and there. Peter watches them go for a moment, before looking back down at Valkyrie, fully intending to get back to business with her. Not that the Asgardian woman looked all that put out, even while he'd been talking, he'd kept on fucking her, and from the look of things, she was definitely feeling it, another orgasm impending even as he thrust in and out, her face flushed with arousal and contorted in pleasure.

But just as Peter is getting really into it, a pair of familiar arms wraps around him from behind, and a pair of familiar tits rub against the back of his neck and head as Carol leans in close, breathing hot air over her ear.

"Mm, I see you found a new playmate while I was down and out~"

Peter blushes at that, feeling a bit embarrassed for a moment at so thoroughly using Carol, only to then discard her afterwards and move on so quickly to Valkyrie. But as if she senses his discomfort, Carol just laughs, continuing to hug him from behind, and even pushing him forward so he continues to thrust into Valkyrie's tight, clenching pussy.

"Oh, don't feel bad, Peter. Never feel bad over taking what's rightfully yours, my King. There's nothing I would prefer more than to see you happy at all times, even when I am in no state to continue ensuring your satisfaction. Besides, it seems you've found a rather gorgeous alternative, didn't you?"

Slipping past him, the half-naked form of Captain Marvel peers down at Valkyrie's flustered, pleasured face. Reaching out, she takes hold of the Asgardian by her jaw and then leans in, kissing her deeply. Peter's eyes go wide for a moment as Valkyrie IMMEDIATELY clenches down harder than before around his cock, orgasming on the spot from Carol's kiss. When the short-haired blonde pulls back, there's a wicked smile on her face.

"Our beloved King deposited a nice, thick load of his seed within me before your arrival… care for a taste?"

Valkyrie's lips curl into a wicked grin of her own, her eyes flashing with avarice as her tongue traces out of her mouth for a moment.

"Mm, now you're speaking my language~"

Peter blinks as, just like that, Carol sits herself down on Valkyrie's face, facing him with her big pale titties hanging out of her split-open Captain Marvel uniform, grinding her creampied cunt down onto the Asgardian's mouth. All Peter can see of Valkyrie's face at this point is her chin, and from the way she's working her jaw back and forth and the way Carol is soon moaning wantonly, Valkyrie is doing her level best to slurp up the gift that she's been offered.

This whole situation is just… unbelievably hot. Peter settles in to start fucking Valkyrie in earnest again, aiming to creampie her and maybe switch things up between Carol and the Asgardian woman a little later on, but before he can truly get into it, they're interrupted once more by another pair of women walking right up.

However, like Claire Barton, one of these two women… was once male. And yet, as Peter looks upon Chala, Queen of Wakanda, it's hard to remember her male counterpart. Really hard. Intellectually, he knows that one once existed, and a short while ago at that… but the memories are so faded of that version of the world at this point that his memories of Queen Chala are MUCH more vivid than his memories of King T'Challa.

It helps that Queen Chala is an absolutely stunning beauty. The Black Panther costume is made to fit the body that wears it of course and fit the Wakandan Queen it does. On top of that, with her helmet retracted, Chala has chest-long dread locks, and white war paint across her face in the form of little dots and a lip-to-chin line.

Basically, she looks absolutely gorgeous and utterly dangerous all at the same time, just as Gamora and Nebula did before her. Meanwhile, her younger sister Shuri, who if Peter remembered correctly was closer to his age, just looks cute and perhaps a little shy. Stepping up as Peter fucks Valkyrie and Carol rides the Asgardian's face, the Queen of Wakanda regards the exchange rather impassively as she nods to Peter.

"Peter Parker. As Queen to King, it is my duty to create a line of… communication between us. Shuri."

The female Black Panther gestures to her sister, who jolts into action, stepping forward and holding out what look like… beads of some sort?

"These are Kimoyo Beads. They serve a number of purposes, normally, but this particular set give you admin access to all of Wakanda, and the ability to communicate with any of the women of Wakanda, should you require our bodies. Here, let me show you how you would call for me, for instance."

"Shuri!"

Even as Shuri is sliding the Kimoyo Beads around Peter's wrist and then reaching for a certain one, ostensibly to show him how to make her into a booty call at any time, her older sister's scandalized voice causes her to freeze for a moment, having been caught out. But then Shuri's cheeks puff out in indignation and she looks back at Chala with a roll of her eyes.

"He's the Harem-King of the Universe, sister. It is our duty to serve him whenever he has need of us, and you know this to be true, no matter how much you might wish to protect me. Besides, Peter and I are the same age!"

Shuri flashes him a flirtatious but also slightly nervous smile at that, and Peter smiles back, blushing like mad at this point. The next few moments are spent with the young Wakandan genius showing him how to use the Kimoyo beads properly. Luckily for Valkyrie, she has Carol's cum-filled cunt to focus on during the interim, because Peter is left a LITTLE distracted by an eager Shuri's impromptu lesson.

Eventually, Queen Chala pulls her sister back by her shoulder and gives Peter another nod.

"We will expect to hear from you soon, your majesty."

"Call me, Peter!"

That's the last thing Shuri gets out, before her older sister practically frog marches her off the battlefield. Peter watches them both go for a moment, before returning to the matter at hand. Of course, fucking Valkyrie turns into a rather… long affair, to say the least. He keeps finding himself being stopped by this heroine or that heroine, all of them coming by to… well, give him a means of contacting them, after they see how busy he is with Valkyrie and Carol already.

Over the course of the next hour or so, practically every woman on the battlefield, of which there were quite a few now thanks to Peter's treacherous subconscious, drops by to give Peter a way to keep in touch with them. Of course, also during this time, the Infinity Stones go about making sure that this new reality Peter has created… is fully solidified.

It's not out of malice or anything like that, but simple necessity. Peter rewrote the very fabric of his universe when he snapped his fingers, not just deleting Thanos and his armies from existence, but also remaking himself and quite a lot of people into versions more useful to what he'd been accidentally envisioning at the time.

But while it had been easy enough for the Infinity Stones to 'fix' everyone else, it was not so easy with their wielder. If Peter had been fast enough, he could have stopped it. If he hadn't gotten so very distracted, he could have stopped it. As it was, thanks to Captain Marvel and Valkyrie, Peter didn't reverse what he'd done in time to even remember what he'd done. Specifically, he didn't remember how he'd changed everyone.

Oh sure, he still remembered wishing himself Harem-King of the Universe… but he didn't remember everyone who was now female that wasn't before. In Peter's mind and memories, all of the genderbent heroes of his universe were… well, always women. From Toni Stark to Stephanie Rogers and Bella Barnes, to Queen Chala and Claire Barton and so many more.

They were all women now, and even to Peter, they always had been, as far as he could remember. Of course, they hadn't always been beholden to him in his new position as Harem-King of the Universe, and he was going to have to live with that… but at the very least, the Infinity Stones slowly but surely manage to extract any memory of the male versions of those people from Peter and thus the universe, as he fucks Carol and Valkyrie to kingdom cum again and again.

By the time Peter's done, he's cum in both women at least twice each, while pretty much everyone else has gone home. As a final coup de gras, Valkyrie and Captain Marvel line themselves right up next to each other, pale and blonde contrasted by ebony and dark hair, even as Peter covers both of them with one last load of his cum, painting their faces and their chests in his thick, hot, viscous seed.

As they moan in unison, turning to one another and beginning to lick each other clean, Peter… can't help but sway on his feet a little. He's spent. Hell, he's downright exhausted. He'd lasted as long as his spider-enhanced endurance had let him… but as he collapses to the ground, passing out, he realizes he definitely went a little too far.

Luckily, he had two loyal subjects in the form of the beautiful cum-coated women in front of him who were more than happy to take care of their beloved Harem-King.