Erik Lensherr, or Magneto as he was known in the trade, was a high ranking general within the royal navy. He had fabulous eyebrows. They stood out even more when he was angry. In fact, his eyebrows were all that Wade could focus on. "Give me Wanda!" he ordered. Wade didn't respond. The surprisingly well-dressed Victor Creed cocked his head to the side. "Lost your tongue Wilson?" Sabretooth growled. Wade felt around in his mouth to make sure before he answered: "No, it's still where I left it." Sabretooth scowled.
Magneto descended down to Wade's level, standing amongst the assembled crew. He avoided Wanda's glare. "Return my daughter to me and I will leave in peace. I have no quarrel with you captain..." Wade paused. He glanced at Wanda then back to Magneto. "No."
Sabretooth lunged at him, his claws ready to rip out his throat, but a revolver was out of its holster and into Wade's hand firing at him before he could blink. Creed fell to the ground with a grunt as he body healed from the bullet wounds. "She clearly left you for a reason besides your eyebrows, so explain..." Wade said simply. Magneto looked at Wilson, sizing him up, and then sighed: "Fine. I'll tell you the story..." Wade grinned.
Once upon a time there were two children. A boy and a girl named Pietro and Wanda. Their father, Erik, was a proud general in the navy. Pietro wanted to be just like his father and enrolled in the royal navy as well. He was killed in battle. Wanda blamed her father. Barely a month after her brother's death, Wanda was betrothed to a gentleman named Victor Creed; unfortunately Wanda was in love with another man: a rebellious sailor called Hal Jordan. Erik had Hal transferred to Admiral Frost's crew and sent away leaving Wanda with no option but to settle for Creed. Wanda found another option and ran away from her home one night. She joined the pirate crew of the valiant vessel known as The Deadpool, and the rest is history...
"She didn't love the man," Wade commented, "this Creed guy was probably a total loser anyway." Sabretooth growled and lunged again, getting closer but not close enough. Wade chuckled, "What's the matter with you Vic?" Magneto held out his arm to hold Sabretooth back. "Will you return her peacefully or will force be necessary?" Wade considered his position. "Captain," Clayface reported, "The ship is sinking." Wade made up his mind. "If she wants to go then I won't stop her, but it's her choice."
"I'm not going" Wanda stated. "Why would you disobey your father? Victor is a fine gentleman and you have a fine house and a loving father. What more could you want?" Wanda scowled. "My brother. And the man I love." There were tears in her arms. "Time out!" Wade shouted and beckoned Magneto over. He whispered something into his ear and Magneto returned to his daughter. "You don't have to marry Creed if you don't want to," he decided. Sabretooth looked downhearted. Wade almost felt sorry for him. "And I may not have told you this as often as I should Wanda but... I love you."
Tears rolled down Wanda's cheeks and she wrapped her arms around her father, lost in the emotions of the moment. She had been waiting to hear him say that for so long now. "I'll come home," she said. Magneto turned to Captain Wilson. "Is there any way I can repay you?" Clayface coughed to remind Wade they were sinking. "Of course," Magneto said before Wade could answer, and he, holding Wanda's hand and ascending out of the ship. With great effort, he lifted the ship into the air using his powers and eased it down onto a nearby tropic island. "You are safe. We are even." With that Magneto and the Scarlet Witch were gone. "What the heck?" Sabretooth demanded from within the ship. Wade grinned.
"How was he able to lift the ship like that?" Songbird asked Wade. "He has the magnificent power of magnetism," Wade told her. "I thought the boat was wooden," Damian muttered. "Wood isn't a type of metal?" Clayface remarked in astonishment. "It's a very metal-like wood," Wade stated. "I hate you all," Sabretooth added helpfully.
Sabretooth was given Wanda's room and the decision was made to sleep in the wreckage for the night then set off in search of pirate booty in the morning. Wade returned to his cabin to find it was the worst hit by Magneto's attack. The prison cell was destroyed and Zinda was sat free on his bed looking irritated. "Hello..." Wade started unsure. Zinda turned to face him, her eyes red from tears. She slapped him. "I'm leaving to find a way home. In the morning. I'll sleep here tonight." Wade cocked his head to the side. "What makes you think I won't stop you?" She smirked. "You can screw me before I leave." There was cheekiness to her voice and Wade found himself turned on by it.
Wade shut the door to what was left of his cabin. Then he approached her, placing his hand on her thigh. It was as smooth as he had imagined. "How hard?" he asked. "As hard as you can," she winked. Wade grabbed her cheeks, pulling her lips to his and pushing her down onto the bed so that he was on top of her, his legs pressed up against her hips. He kissed her on the tip of her nose then started to undress. He ripped off his clothes and tugged down his underwear. He squeezed her boobs through her dress then stripped her also. He threw away her underwear and spread her legs apart. His cock pushed into her.
He started to thrust into her quickly, hitting her g-spot and making her tremble in his arms. She gripped his chest and her fingers stroked over his nipples. He kissed her again, and his dick pounded her hard. Her pussy tightened around him and she moaned out. As she did so, she pinched his nipples making him groan. He smacked her ass then rolled backwards so she was on top. She grinned and pinned his arms down then rode him harder than he would have thought she could.
The bed rocked dangerously beneath them as they fucked. He gripped her butt tightly, occasionally releasing his grip to spank her. A smirk was plastered to her face permanently as she rolled her hips back and forth onto him. Her hands were still at his nipples, giving the odd tweak, but mostly rubbing. Wade's arms broke free and he forced her up, off the bed and against the wall where he pounded into her slower but with much more force. She screamed out with each thrust, her hands entangled in his hair. She had to orgasm at such force and slumped down against him. He smiled. She licked her lips. Then they had sex again. They had to have made love at least four times that night, each more vigorously than the last, but by the time morning came and Wade awoke, Zinda was gone.
Wade gathered the remainder of his crew: Damian, Clayface, Songbird, and now, Sabretooth. Together, they set off into the savage land they had arrived in. The place seemed like paradise but every tree they came to, had the image of a burning bird engraved on their surface: a phoenix. Then the met the woman. She had flowing red hair and beautiful green eyes and wore nothing but a ripped up green bra and tight panties with a scrap of fabric held around her waist by a belt composed of a piece of string and sharpened animal teeth. She held a spear to their throats. "Identify yourself," she ordered. Wade stepped forwards, "I am Wade Wilson and this is my crew of adventurers. We have been stranded here." The redhead lowered her weapon. "I am Jean Grey, leader of the Phoenix tribe. Welcome to the Savage Land." Wade looked back at his crew impressed. "I'm glad we found such a developed civilization to deal with," he smirked admiring her choice of dress. She was clearly very in shape and damn, she was fit.
Jean led the team to the village of her tribe and they were greeted like heroes. Then they had sex. Apparently it was custom for the villagers, who suspiciously were all beautiful women, to sleep with their guests and serve their every need. Even Songbird screwed one of them. Clayface had sex twice, once as himself, once as Wanda, just so she wouldn't feel left out, not that she'd ever know. As the leader of the pack, Wade was allowed first choice of which babe to fuck. There was no competition: Jean was the girl for him. She was perfect.
Jean led Wade to her tent and gestured for him to enter with a smile. Wade grinned. Wade looked around the tent. There was a chest for her belongings, a hammock for sleep, and a tree stump to be used as a chair. Wade took a seat on the stump. Jean entered the tent and walked confidently towards him until she reached him, then she slid down his body until she was on her knees in front of him. She tugged at his pants until she got his penis free. She licked her tongue along the shaft until it rested on the head. Wade could say in all honesty, that no woman had ever given a blowjob as good as Jean did.
She rolled his balls over her tongue and took one into her mouth, sucking softly. She ran her tongue along his shaft again. Then she took the tip insider her mouth and sucked gently, teasingly. She took more into her throat and sucked harder. Wade couldn't take it any longer and shoved his dick all the way into her mouth, his hands resting on the back of her head, holding her down. Jean's head bobbed up and down enthusiastically, ravishing his cock.
She stopped suddenly and stood up, turning around and rubbing her ass against his dick. "How did you know I wanted to ass-fuck you now?" Jean winked, "Didn't I mention I'm telepathic. I know everything you want Wade. I'm going to give you everything you want."
Wade slammed his dick into her butt and thrust without hesitation or mercy. She screamed as he penetrated her, but soon got into the swing of it, her small hands reached back and rubbed at his inner thighs to get him hornier, she wanted it harder. She wanted it harder because Wade wanted to give it harder, so Wade gave it harder.
Wade's mouth played with her hair, sucking on the strands and licking at her neck. Jean's skin was exotic and slightly salty. Wade loved salt. He thought there might even be a bit of vinegar on her too, but that may have been his imagination. Jean's thumbs pushed at his testicles and Wade gave an almighty thrust causing the two to fall over forwards into a heap on the floor.
Then Jean bent over the stump and Wade grinned realising she had heard his thoughts. He began to spank her. Her face contorted and her eyes fluttered shut with each slap against her butt-cheeks. This didn't go on for long before Wade spun her around and thrust into her vagina.
In truth, the crew stayed at the Phoenix village for several days, enjoying their 'welcome' before Wade made the decision that they had to move on. His crew followed him loyally. Sabretooth refused on the grounds he wasn't a crew member and remained in the village. Jean gave them directions to where they could find 'the wizard.' Then she and Wade had sex again, just for luck.
Almost a day later, they found two joined huts with a roaring flame outside: the wizard's domain. Wade ordered his crew to wait outside. Damian, Clayface, and Songbird nodded to show their agreement, Alfred purred. Damian, being ten years old, had not received sex from the Phoenix followers; instead they'd given him Alfred. Alfred was a tiger.
Captain Wade Wilson pushed open the door to the first hut and stepped inside. He was greeted by a wispy bearded man: the wizard Merlin. "No!" Merlin shouted in protest, "You were supposed to be lulled into staying with the phoenix tribe so you could no longer trouble the world with the piracy. Why else would Jean Grey taste of salt and vinegar!" "So there was vinegar," the captain nodded in approval.
At this point, the door to the other hut opened and Lady Blackhawk emerged, her costume was significantly... less, than it had been before. It had been 'savage-landed' as Wade referred to this phenomenon when women's clothes deteriorated upon entering such a jungle-land. She looked at Wade for a moment then rolled her eyes and left the hut.
"I want my 3 wishes!" Wade demanded suddenly, turning back to Merlin. Merlin sighed, "That stuff is fairytales Captain Wilson. This is the real world. You only get one wish." Wade paused. "I wish that a ship would come to this island and pick me and my crew up." Merlin pointed to the door to the other hut. "Sure. My assistant will finalize the details next door."
Wade shrugged and entered the other hut. The lights were dim and sat in the middle of the room on her knees as if meditating was a young girl with hair as dark as coal and wearing a rather revealing magician's outfit: top hat, bowtie, stockings and all: Zatanna. 'Yummy' one of Wade's caption boxes thought.
Zatanna turned to the captain, her eyes young and innocent. "So what do we have to do to make the magic happen?" Wade asked with a wink. Zatanna turned red, "We have to make love..." she said quietly, nervously. Wilson's caption box thought long and hard before responding: '...score!'
Wade's eyes widened as he realised what must have gone on in here with Zinda. His felt his erection grow significantly. In moments he was undressed, his rock hard dick ready to go. Zatanna took her time stripping, putting on a show. She was a born performer. Even so, it wasn't long until she too was naked and lying on the floor waiting for him. Wade straddled her and fondled her breasts. She moaned as he traced a line down her chest and to her opening. His fingers circled her mound before slipping inside and fingering her, two fingers sliding into her repeatedly.
His other hand slipped round her and down her back until it reached her ass. He squeezed her butt tightly then slid a finger into there as well. She was like putty in his hands as he took her from both sides, fingering her fast and furious. Zatanna wasn't used to such a vigorous start and her orgasm began. But the spell wouldn't be complete until he came as well.
Her hands gripped his dick, working along the shaft with speed and force. It wasn't enough, she leant back and let him slide his fingers out then lower his penis in. Her vagina clenched up as his cock started to pound into her. His left hand still had its index finger firmly in her anus, pumping in and out. As his hips grinded into hers, he leant down to whisper into her ear, "What was it like with Zinda then?" Zatanna took a moment to catch her breath. "It was pretty good. She likes it pretty dirty. I had to get out the chains..." Wade groaned out, imaging what it must have been like with the two of them. "Will you get something out for me?" Wade asked innocently. Zatanna licked his cheek, "Of course, if it will help." Wade whispered something into her ear. "Ananab!" Zatanna ordered backwards and it appeared. Wade licked his lips.
Captain Wilson sat on Zatanna's abdomen wanking off as he watched her eating a banana. She savoured each bite, sucking on it passionately. Occasionally she'd miss her mouth, smearing the fruit over her perfect skin. She took the last bit of the banana into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue. Wade felt himself drawing near. She rubbed the skin down her chest then started to rub her pussy with it gently. She tongue released the final bite of banana and she swallowed. Wade ejaculated over her face.
The spell now complete, Wade left the young magician with a final kiss and a quick grope of her ass, cheekily shoving the banana skin into it. She didn't seem to mind. With a proud smile on his face and the smell of success and fruity goodness coating him, he left the huts to rejoin his trusty crew. Alfred looked away, Songbird's eyes widened and a smile drew across her face, Damian snorted, and Clayface stared in disbelief. "Uh... sir," Clayface said as subtlety as he could, "I think you've forgotten your clothes..." Wade examined himself, it was true: he was still naked. "That little minx..." he cursed, "She must have stolen them!"
He clicked his fingers and held out his hand to Damian. Damian pulled a mask out of his utility belt and handed it to Wade. The mask was red and black, and had been crafted for him by Jean Grey and the phoenix tribe at his request. "The ship is gone, the Deadpool is dead," Wade started as his caption box voices started to play dramatic music and pulled an inspirational pose that would have been far more inspirational if he had clothes on, or at least underwear. "But fear not," he went on, "this mask symbolises a new beginning, the Deadpool lives on in us. From now on I am the Deadpool. Long Live the Deadpool!" The crew joined in with cries and chants of joy: "Long live the Deadpool!"
Lady Blackhawk watched from the bushes, she wouldn't miss the opportunity to see Wade Wilson without clothes again for the world. In the distance a noble vessel was approaching the island. Little did they know that both Wade and Zinda's wishes were being granted as one. A ship had come for them all, the ship of Admiral Frost and the royal navy...
