Tentacle Temptations: Witch's Wild Summon

Scarlet Witch accidentally gets the attention of an intersectional tentacle monster. It hypnotized her into summoning six of her most powerful female friends; Jean Grey, Storm, She-Hulk, Wasp and Captain Marvel. Then they have an orgy with the tentacle creature:

The lab exploded into a swirling vortex of energy, driving Scarlet Witch into a whirlwind of rage. A tentacle monster burst through the floor, its mouth a maw of razor-sharp teeth, tendrils waving from the ceiling. It locked eyes with Wanda, her scream choked in her throat. "What the—" Wanda managed, her voice a ragged gasp, before the monster’s hypnotic gaze, a brilliant, psychedelic glow, seeped into her mind. "You will not interfere," it hissed, its voice a hum that vibrated through her bones. Wanda tried to fight, to cast a spell, but her mind went blank, her limbs heavy. A heartbeat later, Wanda stood naked in a dimly lit chamber, her clothes vanished. Six figures materialized beside her. Jean, Storm, She-Hulk, Wasp, and Captain Marvel, all stripped bare. The room was a flesh-hued nightmare, dripping walls and pulsing lights. "Where are we?" Storm demanded, her voice echoing in the chamber. "I don't know," Wanda panted, her breath catching as tendrils began to slither towards them. "But we need to fight this—" "You cannot fight me," the creature's voice boomed, silencing them. "You are mine now." "You're fucking delusional," Captain Marvel growled, but her voice wavered as tendrils began to caress her skin. "Are you ready to experience pleasure beyond your wildest dreams?" The creature whispered, its voice a seductive hum. Wanda's breath hitched, her body throbbing, her nipples hard. Jean's eyes rolled back as a tendril slipped between her legs. "Yes," Jean moaned, her hips moving involuntarily. "We won't let you—" Storm started, but her voice cut off as tendrils teased her breasts, her nipples hardening under the creature's touch. "Stop fighting it," Wanda whispered, her hands sweeping to her breasts and hips, her body betraying her. "It's too strong." Wasp whimpered, her hips moving in sync with the creature's touch. "It feels... it feels good." She-Hulk stood frozen, her breath ragged, as tendrils explored her curves. "This can't be happening," she grunted, but her body leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed. The creature's laughter was like thunder, echoing in the chamber. "Give in to it," it commanded, and Wanda felt her body comply, her knees buckling as she slid down to her hands and knees, her ass hoisted into the air. Behind her, Storm did the same, her dark skin gleaming. The creature's tentacles were everywhere, touching, prodding, and penetrating. Wanda's vision blurred, a pulsing red glow consuming her sight as the chanting grew louder, the creature's touch more insistent.

A tendril curled around Wanda's throat, not tight enough to choke, but firm enough to control. She gasped, her breath coming in shallow pants as another tendril delved between her legs, pulsing against her clit. She bit her lip, a groan escaping as the creature's touch sent waves of heat through her body. Storm, on her hands and knees beside Wanda, arched her back, a sharp cry echoing in the chamber. A thick tentacle slid into her, the wet sound obscene and primal. Wanda watched, her own hips bucking as she was filled in turn, the creature's touch relentless and skilled. Her body pulsed around the invading flesh, her inner muscles clenching as she was stretched and filled. Jean, sprawled on her back, had multiple tendrils working her over, one pumping in and out of her pussy, another circling her clit, and a third teasing her ass. Her body writhed, her moans filling the air as she chased her release. Beside her, Wasp was lifted into the air, her legs spread wide as she was impaled on a thick tendril, her small body bouncing with the force of the creature's thrusts. Captain Marvel was sandwiched between two tendrils, one mimicking a cock, the other a mouth, her cries of pleasure echoing loudly. She-Hulk, her massive form trembling, was held down by multiple tendrils, one after another sliding into her, her grunts of pleasure a low rumble. Wanda's body convulsed, her orgasm hitting her hard, her scream echoing in the chamber. She could feel the creature's pleasure, a dark, pulsing energy that wrapped around them all, binding them together in a web of lust and submission. Her body was wrung out, her muscles twitching as the creature continued to fuck her, its tendrils unyielding, insistent. Her breath hitched as the creature shifted, another tendril pressing against her ass, the tip slick with her own juices. She groaned, pushing back against it, her body already craving more.

The creature asks the women if they’ll marry it and help it conquer this world. Wanda knows this is wrong but can’t find it in herself to resist.

The creature's touch slowed, its tentacles retreating slightly, leaving the women panting and spent. Wanda's body throbbed, her mind foggy with lust and exhaustion. The creature's voice echoed in her head, "You have tasted my pleasure, now taste my power." A tendril wrapped around Wanda's waist, lifting her into the air. She floated, her body suspended, as the creature's voice boomed, "Marry me, Wanda Maximoff. Marry me and together we shall conquer this world. You and your sisters will be my queens, ruling by my side, basking in my power and pleasure." Wanda's breath hitched, her body betraying her as she imagined the power, the endless orgasms. Beside her, Jean's eyes were wide, her body shaking with need. "Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Yes, we'll marry you." Storm's lips parted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "We'll... we'll do it. We'll help you conquer." Wasp nodded, her body writhing as tendrils teased her. "Yes, we'll marry you. We'll be your queens." She-Hulk grunted, her body tense, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and defiance. "I won't... I can't resist," she growled. Captain Marvel's chest heaved, her body glazed with sweat. "We'll marry you," she said, her voice a low purr. "We'll help you conquer." Wanda's heart pounded, her body aching with a mix of pleasure and dread. She knew this was wrong, knew they were being manipulated, but the creature's power was overwhelming, its touch addictive. She looked at her friends, their bodies glistening, their eyes wild with lust and submission. Wanda's mind screamed for her to fight, to resist, but her body was already responding, her hips moving, her breath hitching as tendrils began to explore her again. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Yes, we'll marry you. We'll help you conquer."

The creature fucks the women again, this time feeding them it’s power through sex for an even more orgasmic experience as it binds the women to it.

The chamber pulsed with a dark energy, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The creature's tendrils, now glowing with a sinister light, began to move again, their touch electric and insistent. Wanda's body jerked as a tendril delved into her, the sensation heightened, raw. Wanda's vision swam as the creature's power coursed through her, intensifying every nerve ending, amplifying every moan. She could feel the others too, their pleasure and pain a tangled web that bound them all together. Beside her, Jean screamed, her body convulsing as a tendril pulsed inside her, Jean's release triggering Wanda's own. The creature's power was a live wire, sparking through her veins, setting her alight. She could feel it, a dark, pulsating energy that demanded submission, that craved control. It fucked her with a relentless intensity, each thrust driving her deeper into a haze of lust and desperation. Storm's cries filled the air, her body undulating as tendrils teased and tormented her. She was a goddess of thunder, but here, she was a slave to pleasure, her screams echoing Wanda's own. Wasp's small body bucked, her moans high and desperate as she was filled over and over, the creature's power pushing her to the brink of insanity. Captain Marvel's body glowed with an inner light, her cries a symphony of pleasure and pain. She-Hulk grunted, her massive form shaking, her eyes wild as she was pounded, her body a vessel for the creature's dark power. Wanda's body convulsed, her orgasm hitting her like a freight train, her scream echoing, merging with the others. She could feel the creature's satisfaction, its power binding them, chaining them to its will. Her body was wrung out, her mind a blur of pleasure and pain, her soul crying out for release, for freedom. But the creature's touch was unyielding, its power addictive, its control absolute. She was bound to it, her body and soul its to command.

The chamber fell silent, the only sound the ragged breaths of the women as they slowly came down from their collective high, the air thick with the scent of sex and something darker, more sinister. Wanda blinked, her vision clearing to reveal her fingers adorned with bands of dark, pulsating energy, matching the ones on her friends. She tried to move, to pull away, but her body was heavy, languid, still humming with the creature's power. She looked at Jean, whose eyes were now a fiery red, reflecting the glow of the bands. Jean's mouth curved into a slow, sensual smile, her body arching slightly as if relishing the remnants of the creature's touch. Wanda felt a jolt of panic, her heart pounding as she saw the same red gaze reflected in Storm's eyes, in Wasp's, in Captain Marvel's, and even in She-Hulk's. She-Hulk's breath hitched, her body twitching slightly as she seemed to struggle with the new sensations coursing through her. "W-what... what's happening to us?" She-Hulk's voice was a low rumble, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and fear. Captain Marvel's voice was a low purr, her body still glowing with an inner light. "We're bound to it," she said, her eyes never leaving Wanda's. "Bound to its pleasure, its power." Wanda's stomach churned as she felt it, the dark energy pulsing within her, connecting her to the creature, to her friends. She could sense them, their pleasure, their pain, their fear, as if it were her own. She tried to fight it, to push it away, but it was a part of her now, a dark, insidious presence that demanded her submission. Storm's voice was a low growl, her body tensing as she fought against the bonds. "We can't... we can't let it control us," she said, her eyes wild, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Wasp's voice was a soft whimper, her body shaking as she seemed to struggle with the new sensations. "It's too strong," she whispered. "Too... too much." Jean's laughter filled the air, her body arching, her eyes glowing with a dark light. "Let it in, Wanda," she said, her voice a low purr. "Let it fill you, consume you. It's pleasure, Wanda, pure and endless." Wanda's body betrayed her, her hips moving, her breath hitching as she felt the creature's power surging within her, demanding release. She tried to fight it, to resist, but her body was already responding, her mind foggy with lust and desperation. She looked at her friends, their bodies glistening, their eyes wild with lust and submission. She was bound to them, bound to the creature, a slave to its dark power. She screamed, her body convulsing as the creature's power surged, her orgasm hitting her like a freight train, her scream echoing, merging with the others. She was lost, adrift in a sea of pleasure and pain, her soul crying out for release, for freedom. Storm's voice was a low growl, her body tensing as she fought against the bonds. "We can't... we can't let it control us," she said, her eyes wild, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Storm's fists clenched tightening and purple energy crackled around her. "We have to fight!" she shouted, her voice echoing in the room. "We have to break this bond, or we'll be forever enslaved to this... this thing!" Her eyes, now a fierce red, blazed with determination despite the lust that still coursed through her veins. Wanda's breath hitched as she felt Storm's resolve, her friend's strength bolstering her own. She nodded, her body trembling with effort as she tried to push back against the creature's influence. Beside her, Captain Marvel's glow flickered, her eyes narrowing in concentration as she too fought against the bindings. She-Hulk grunted, her massive form shaking as she struggled to move. "I won't... I can't... let it... win," she growled, her voice a low rumble. She began to flex her muscles, the veins in her arms bulging as she tried to break free from the tendrils that still held her. Wasp's small body bucked, her eyes filled with tears as she fought against the sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. "I can't... it's too much," she whimpered, but her voice held a note of defiance. She began to move, her tiny form squirming as she tried to escape the tendrils that held her. Jean's laughter cut through the air, her body arching as she seemed to revel in the creature's power. "You can't fight it," she purred, her eyes glowing with a dark light. "You're mine now, all of you. Mine to control, to pleasure, to command." But Wanda could see the tension in Jean's body, the way her muscles tightened as she fought to maintain control. She could feel it, the faintest spark of resistance within her friend, a beacon of hope in the darkness. Wanda took a deep breath, her body trembling with effort as she tried to push back against the creature's influence. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Jean's, their bonded hands sparking with energy. "We can fight it, Jean," she said, her voice steady, her eyes filled with determination. "We can break this bond, together." Jean's eyes widened, her body tensing as she seemed to struggle with the new sensations that coursed through her. Wanda could feel it, the faintest flicker of resistance, a spark of defiance that burned brighter with each passing second. She squeezed Jean's hand, her body trembling with effort as she fought against the creature's power. "Together," Wanda whispered, her voice a soft growl. "We fight together."

The creature's voice echoed in their minds, a malevolent whisper that seeped into their bones. "Resistance is futile. You are mine, bound to my will, my pleasure. Submit, and it will be easier." The air grew heavier, the dark energy pulsating through their veins, making their muscles ache with a mix of lust and agony. Wanda's knees buckled first, and she sank down, her breath hitching as she felt the creature's tendrils wrap around her thighs, pulling her apart. Storm's scream echoed as she was forced down next, her body convulsing as she tried to fight the tendrils that invaded her. Captain Marvel's glow flickered wildly, her body shaking as she was brought to her knees, her eyes wild with a mix of rage and lust. She-Hulk's grunts filled the air, her massive form shaking as she was forced down, her eyes squeezed shut in pain. Wasp's whimpers turned into gasps as she was pulled down, her small body trembling as she was positioned, her ass exposed, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. Jean was the last to fall, her laughter turning into a low moan as she was forced to her knees, her body arching as she was filled from behind. Her eyes, glowing with a fierce light, met Wanda's, a silent battle raging within them. The creature's tendrils moved with a sickening tenderness, wrapping around their waists, their thighs, their chests, pulling them back, exposing them, making them vulnerable. Wanda could feel the others, their fear, their lust, their desperation, as if it were her own. She grit her teeth, her body tensing as she felt a tendril tease her entrance, the electric touch making her body betray her, her hips moving of their own accord. Beside her, Storm's breath hitched, her body trembling as she was filled, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure. Captain Marvel's glow pulsed, her body arching as she was taken, her mouth opening in a silent scream. She-Hulk's grunts turned into moans, her body shaking as she was pounded, her eyes rolling back in her head. Wasp's whimpers turned into cries, her small body bucking as she was filled, her eyes filled with tears. Jean's moan filled the air, her body arching, her eyes never leaving Wanda's. "Wanda," she whispered, her voice a low purr. "Let go, Wanda. It's... it's too much to fight." Wanda's body betrayed her, her hips moving, her breath hitching as she felt the tendril push into her, the sensation raw, electric, overwhelming. She could feel the creature's power surging within her, demanding release, demanding submission. She tried to fight it, to resist, but her body was already responding, her mind foggy with lust and desperation. She looked at her friends, their bodies glistening, their eyes wild with lust and submission. She was bound to them, bound to the creature, a slave to its dark power. Wanda screamed.

Wanda screamed again as the creature's tendril found a spot deep inside her, a spot that made her vision white out with intensity. Her hips jerked back, her body demanding more, despite her mind's frantic protests. The tendril hit that spot relentlessly, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her friends' moans and cries filled the air, a symphony of submission and ecstasy that only heightened her own surrender. She could feel every movement, every touch, every sensation amplified a thousandfold. The creature's power pulsed within her, synchronizing their bodies, their pleasures, their pains. She was no longer just Wanda; she was a part of something darker, something more primal. Her friends' emotions flooded her senses—Storm's fierce resistance, Captain Marvel's struggling defiance, She-Hulk's desperate struggle, Wasp's overwhelmed submission, and Jean's conflicted surrender. Each thrust of the tendril sent her deeper into the abyss, her body arching, her back arching, her muscles tensing as she was filled completely. Her hands clenched, her nails digging into the cold stone floor as she was pounded from behind. The creature's malicious intent was clear—it wanted her to break, to shatter into a million pieces of pure, unadulterated pleasure. And she was so close, so dangerously close. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body slick with sweat, her mind a whirlwind of lust and despair. She could feel her willpower fading, her resistance crumbling under the relentless assault. Her hips moved in sync with the tendril's thrusts, her body betraying her completely. She was lost, adrift in a sea of sensation, her soul crying out for release, for mercy. Jean's voice cut through the haze, a low, seductive whisper that seemed to come from within Wanda's own mind. "Let go, Wanda. Embrace it. Embrace us." Wanda's eyes fluttered open, meeting Jean's fiery red gaze. She saw the struggle within her friend, the battle between resistance and submission. And in that moment, Wanda felt a strange, dark connection form between them, a bond born of shared pleasure and shared pain. She felt Jean's hands on her, phantom touches that sent shivers down her spine, heightening her senses, pushing her closer to the edge. Wanda's scream echoed through the chamber, a primordial sound of surrender and ecstasy. She was broken, shattered, her body and soul completely at the mercy of the creature's dark power. She was no longer fighting; she was embracing, accepting, submitting. She was Wanda, and she was theirs.

With one last thrust the creature makes the women orgasm. He says it’s time to take over the earth and they agree in unison with their new husband.

The chamber trembled as the creature's tendril drove into Wanda with one final, brutal thrust. The room exploded with sound, a chorus of screams and moans as every woman convulsed, their bodies writhing in ecstasy. Wanda's back arched violently, her toes curled, and her fingers clawed at the stone, her vision blurring as waves of pleasure crashed over her. "Mine," the creature hissed, its voice a dark thunder within their minds. "You are mine, and together, we will take what is ours." The women's bodies glistened with sweat, their chests heaving as they gasped for breath. Wanda's eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream of release. Beside her, Storm's body shook, her eyes wild as she panted, her chest heaving. Captain Marvel's glow pulsed erratically, her body shuddering with aftershocks. She-Hulk's massive form trembled, her grunts turning into soft, desperate moans. Wasp's small body lay limp, her breaths coming in short gasps, her eyes glazed over. Jean's voice echoed in their minds, a low, sultry purr. "Yes," she whispered, her body arching slightly, her eyes glowing with a fierce, otherworldly light. "We are yours. We are ready." One by one, the women nodded, their movements synchronized as if controlled by an unseen hand. Wanda's body twitched, her hips still jerking slightly as she felt the creature's power surging within her, binding them all together. She looked at her friends, their eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and submission, their bodies trembling with anticipation. "I will give you more," the creature whispered, its voice a dark promise. "More pleasure, more power. Together, we will take over this world, and you will be my queens, my generals, my soldiers. You will help me shape Earth in our image." The women's breaths hitched in unison, their bodies responding to the creature's words, their minds foggy with lust and submission. Wanda's heart pounded in her chest, her body aching with a mix of pain and pleasure. She felt a dark, primal power coursing through her veins, a power that demanded release, demanded conquest. Storm's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Together," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "We will take what is ours." Captain Marvel's glow flickered, her body tensing as she nodded, her eyes filled with a fierce, relentless determination. "Together," she echoed, her voice a low growl. "We will conquer." She-Hulk's breath hitched, her body shaking as she nodded, her eyes filled with a savage, primal hunger. "Together," she growled, her voice a deep, rumbling sound. Wasp's whimpers turned into soft, desperate moans, her body trembling as she nodded, her eyes filled with tears. "Together," she whispered, her voice a soft, pleading sound. Jean's voice was a low, seductive purr, her body arching slightly, her eyes glowing with a fierce, otherworldly light. "Together," she whispered, her voice a dark, seductive promise. "We will take over this world, and we will be your queens, your generals, your soldiers. We will help you shape Earth in our image." Wanda's breath hitched, her body trembling as she nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and submission. "Together," she whispered, her voice a soft, desperate sound. "We will take over this world, and we will be your queens, your generals, your soldiers. We will help you shape Earth in our image."