38 Fragments of Infinity Pt. 2

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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.

Bouncing her up and down on his cock, fucking her hard and fast, Peter leans in and steals a kiss from her lips, causing her to moan and open her mouth wide in submission. Their tongues swap spit as they makeout with one another, and Peter shudders as he feels her pussy walls milking him for all he's worth. He's cumming before he knows it, pumping a hot, thick load into her womb. But at the same time, he feels like he could damn well have been fucking her for an eternity… and deep down, Peter knows he's left Power fully satisfied.

As they decouple from one another, the glowing purple personification smirks at him, licking her lips rather salaciously as her glowing eyes seem to somehow twinkle beyond their already impressive shimmer.

"Any time, Peter. You can call on me ANY time."

Peter barely has a second to consider the ramifications of that offer, when space bends and twists right before him. Sorry, more accurately, Space in Carol Danvers' body bends over and twists to look over her shoulder at him.

With her hands grasping her ankles, the glowing blue blonde looks back at him, panting noisily and showing off her gushing wet pussy. Where Power proved to be very different from her chosen form in a lot of ways, Space is obviously incredibly similar to Carol in a lot of ways as well.

"Please, Peter! Me next! Fuck me! I need it! This worthless slutty personification needs your big fat cock!"

The personification of the Space Stone… was a huge, needy slut for humiliation and degradation, wasn't she? Well, at the very least, Peter has experience with this already. Stepping up behind her, he grabs Space by the hips, just as he would Carol if she were here. And then he slams forward into Space's cunt, just as he might do with Captain Marvel, one of the more powerful heroes in the entire galaxy.

Of course, if it were actually Carol, he'd probably fuck her ass first and make her beg for anything else like the filthy degradation slut she was. He knew she'd get off on it, after all, he knew how much she longed to be treated like utter trash and total garbage.

Alas, he needed to consider that there were the others here to consider. Sure, he technically could have saved Space for last like he had with Carol on his birthday and fucked all the others in front of her while making the personification wait.

However, wasn't it JUST as humiliating if instead of doing that, he fucked her second, not even first, and got her out of the way like so much busy work before ignoring her for the rest of the time? Judging by the way Space's cunt clenches and squeezes upon his cock, she agrees with him wholeheartedly, and is loving every last moment of the implications just as much as she's enjoying being plowed by his dick.

As Peter fucks Space hard and fast from behind, however, a niggling thought enters his mind. Literally, because he quickly realizes it's not from him… no, it's from Mind herself, and when he looks over, her shimmering yellow eyes are twinkling as well.

Ask her about Gwen.

He's not sure how to feel about the interruption, but at the same time… it does catch in his mind, that thought. And once it catches in his mind, well he can't very well let it go. Because Gwen… Gwen IS the last loose thread, isn't she? He knows what his deal is now… but what's HER deal?

Fucking Space from behind, Peter reaches forward… and though she's holding herself by the ankles and thus a little too far away from his natural grasp, space itself bends before his will, and Space's blonde ponytail finds its way into his grip. Yanking her back up so that her spine is arched, and she's no longer folded over in half, Peter keeps on fucking her, even as the personification squeals in glee at the irreverent treatment.

"There's one thing that's still bothering me. One thing that this whole explanation doesn't quite answer. What about Gwen, huh? She's not from Earth-6969 either, right? So then why…"

Moaning, Space takes a moment to answer.

"Y-Yes… I b-brought her over… she… nnngh, was a g-gift~"

Peter's eyes narrow at that, but before he can come to any conclusions, two of the other stones speak up, one after the other.

"I helped."

"And so did I."

His eyes drift over to Reality and Mind, as he continues to fuck Space from behind, almost ignoring her after a fashion, in just the humiliating, degrading way that she loves it. Reality grins and shrugs unrepentantly.

"She was so very alone, in her original universe. She needed you, but she couldn't have you, because in her universe her version of you was a tortured young man, cut down before his prime."

Mind pipes up next.

"If you're worried that we changed her in any way, don't be. Unless you consider the melding to be changing her… but is it a change, so much as an evolution?"

Peter frowns at that and points out the obvious.

"Evolution is change."

"Ah, but is it a BAD change? Gwen was not altered; she was not reduced… her consciousness was merely expanded upon. We melded the two Gwen's together, and admittedly there was a lot more to work with on her end than on yours, but I like to think we did a very good job all the same. Space, Reality, and I brought her here, not just as a gift to you, but as a gift to her as well. She's said it herself… she's happier in this world."

Grunting, Peter is forced to acknowledge that Mind is right, and begrudgingly, he gives Reality a nod of thanks as well. He would still need to have a chat with Gwen at some point and explain their exact circumstances to her before he continued their current relationship. Even if she had lied to him at the start, he refused to do the same to her any longer than necessary.

Pulling out of Space, Peter yanks her around by her hair and forces her to her knees just as he cums, coating her face and tits in his jizz. He knew that's how she wanted it, didn't even have to second guess himself on that front. As he facializes her, the glowing blue blonde moans and rubs her hands all over her body, once again acting just like Carol would almost certainly have acted if she were actually here.

Pushing her away and releasing his grip on her hair at the same time, Peter turns… only to find himself suddenly on a bed, looking down into the glowing yellow eyes of one Wanda Maximoff. Of course, the real Wanda's powers were red in nature. But in this place, color coding dictated the Mind Stone was Yellow.

Hands planted on either side of Mind's head, Peter just chuckles and sinks into her depths. He fills the personification with his cock just as he did her two sisters, and in response Mind moans happily as she reaches up and cradles his face in her hands. Ultimately, they meet in the middle and share a deep, tender kiss with one another as they fuck.

It's a very cerebral sort of lovemaking, Peter quickly realizes. Right up Mind's alley, that's for sure. She's definitely enjoying herself too, her pussy walls flexing around his cock with a purpose just as Power's did, but a bit slower and rhythmic instead of the frantic, aggressive pace that the eager and energetic Power had initially set.

Peter doesn't mind the change. In fact, it's quite nice. Even nicer is learning that Gwen wasn't… well, altered in any way. It was good to know the truth now, in regard to her. It was good to know that she was still mostly herself, just as he was himself. Frankly, they were two peas in a pod, weren't they? Peter was an amalgamation of dozens of versions of himself, fragments from likely hundreds of universes where he'd put on the gauntlet and died saving everyone.

He didn't regret it. Even knowing how it should have turned out, even knowing how it HAD turned out for hundreds of himself… he didn't regret it. And he didn't think any of those other Peters regretted it either. After all, he was, in part, them. If anyone should know, it would be him.

Meanwhile, Gwen was also an amalgamation. Maybe that wasn't quite fair, since she was only made up of two different versions of her, but still… Peter would take what he could get. She was a melding of the Gwen from Earth-6969 and a Gwen from a universe where she was Ghost Spider… and he was apparently dead.

Space, Reality, and Mind hadn't just snatched her up from her universe to give him a gift. They'd given her another chance at the exact same time. It was honestly beautiful, and Peter felt a swelling of appreciation in his chest towards the stones for how they'd helped not just him, but Gwen as well.

Of course, he's thinking all of this while making sweet, sweet cerebral love to the personification of Mind. When he looks down into Wanda's glowing yellow eyes and sees the knowing smile on her face, Peter can't help but blush at how distracted he got. But Mind doesn't, heh, mind. Instead, she grins up at him and leans forward to whisper in his ear.

"Did you know you and Emma Frost are still fucking right now, out in the real world?"

Peter blinks, going still at that. Mind just giggles to him.

"She's enjoying herself immensely, of course. She's getting exactly what she wanted, to bask in the presence of your pure, heroic mind. Sans any details you wouldn't want shared with her, of course. She's loving it, how you're fucking her in so many different ways, while she gets to worship you mentally."

Peter shivers, his cock surging in Mind's cunt. The stone certainly paints a pretty picture.

"Do you want to know what she's begging for in her mind right now? What she'd never say out loud, out of fear and worry?"

He doesn't answer, but then in this place, he doesn't have to. Mind knows immediately that yes, he wants to know. And then, all of the sudden, he can hear Emma's thoughts.

Please! Please knock me up! Put a baby in me! I want to carry your child! I want to carry the child of a true hero!

It probably shouldn't be so surprising, but it is. Emma Frost… has an impregnation fetish focused solely on Spider-Man… who she now knows to be him, Peter Parker. Looking down at Mind, Peter's mouth is dry as she grins at him.

"Well? Should we make her dream a reality, Peter?"

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