No Man's Land
A Marvel/DC Comics multi-crossover story.
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It had been the strangest thing.
It had been an ordinary day for me; I was on my way to art class when I was crossing the road and I wasn't paying much attention, but I did hear the horn of a truck and I turned around and suddenly everything went white.
The next thing I know, I'm falling a few dozen feet down into some sorta city that looked like it had been nuked or something. And it was then I realised I didn't have a parachute.
"Aaaaah! Fuuuuuck!" I screamed as the ground whooshed towards me at breakneck speed. My face hit the ground first followed by my body hitting the ground as well. I groaned in pain as I painfully rolled over onto my back and tried to breathe, the wind driven from me as I crashed against the earth. For a moment I thought I had broken some bones or teeth, but to my relief, my teeth weren't broken (which was lucky because I did not want to fork out for dentures) and I didn't feel any broken bones in my body, but I was pretty sore so I guessed I must've gotten badly bruised from the fall.
After getting back my breath, I slowly sat up and rubbed the front of my bruised chest. I then attempted to stand to my feet, keyword attempted. I nearly fell over and my legs felt as though they were made of jelly. After taking a few deep breathes to steady myself, I looked around wherever it was I had landed.
"Okay, think; what was the last thing you remember?" I asked myself and my last memory was crossing the street followed by the sound of a truck horn then a bright light. "Right... that." I looked around and took note of the ruined state of the city.
"Where the bloody hell am I?" I wondered out loud. "This place looks like World War 3 happened," I said and to be honest, the thought of World War 3 happening didn't seem out of the realm of possibility given everything that had been going on in the news, partly why I don't watch the news because it was all depressing and I had been trying to avoid depressing stuff for a long while.
I wasn't an expert on wars or anything, but I could see there had been evidence of fighting in the form of bullet casings, grenade shell fragments, scorch marks and even some dried bloodstains on the ground and walls. Not to mention the ruined state of the buildings themselves.
"Oh, please tell me there are no zombies," I muttered to myself pleadingly. I sincerely hoped to God or whatever sadistic bastard that created the universe that there were no zombies around wherever it was I had found myself in. Then something smacked my leg and I looked down to see a sword sheathed to my hip, the sheath banging lightly against my thigh.
"What the? Where the hell did this come from?" I asked as I lifted the sword to examine it; it was pretty fancy, I was almost reminded of Jon Snow's sword Longclaw from Game of Thrones, only there was a dragonhead pommel instead of a wolf's head and in the centre of the crossguard there was a gleaming red ruby the size of a duck that winked at me in the light of the sun. Curious to see if this was an actual sword and not a fake one, I partially drew the sword out of its sheath and to my relief and surprise, there was an actual metal blade. I even tapped the flat of the blade to see if it was actual metal and it was.
The edge of the sword looked sharper than a razor and the blood channel, fuller, whatever it was called, was a dark smoky colour with ripples all along it like Damascus steel.
"Okay, I've got a sword, but why do I have one?" I thought to myself and I looked down at myself to realise that I wasn't wearing what I normally wore. I wore something akin to a knight or sellsword's outfit; a soft black wool tabard over a shirt of silvery-grey chainmail, leather trousers with steel capped boots and fingerless leather gloves. The attire reminded of something a starting D&D adventurer world wear on their first quest.
I then looked around for a mirror or just an reflective surface so that I could get a good look at myself. I spotted a car that had a mostly intact side mirror. When I looked into the side mirror, I almost screamed because I did not see myself, I saw a stranger staring back at me.
Mid-length silvery blonde locks of hair that swayed slightly, pale alabaster skin devoid of wrinkles with a strong narrow chin free of puppy fat and deep purple eyes framed by slightly long eyelashes that made the stranger in the mirror look half a girl. I raised my hand to touch my face and the stranger in the mirror raised his hand to touch his face. I touched my cheek, and the other guy did as well.
"Oh fuck!" I mouthed to myself and the other guy mouthed the same words I did. "This... this is some fucked up shit!" I muttered as I drew back from the mirror and looked around.
I was beginning to wonder if this was some sort of punishment for something I had done in my life and I had done some stupid shit in my 28 going on 29 years. But this was pretty fucked up to say the least.
"Gotta find someone, anyone, who can help me," I said to myself trying to reassure myself that someone may be able to help me. I then started walking down the ruined road, hoping that there was someone alive in this godforsaken place who could explain what the hell was going on right now.
After what felt like forever walking down the road, I spotted a figure in the distance by a ruined building. "Hello? Is someone there?" I called out and I walked a little closer to the figure. As I got closer, I saw that it was a young woman wearing a slightly dirty and tattered green dress with ginger hair and glasses that were slightly cracked. "Hey! Over here!" I shouted to the girl who looked up.
The look of shock and disbelief was on the girl's face as she said, "Is... is that... a man?" she asked.
And as if on cue, some other women poked their heads out from broken windows and doorways. "A man?" one of the women.
"I heard it too!"
"It's a man!" squealed one woman.
"Oh, fuck..." I muttered to myself as a gathering crowd of women came out from the ruins and stalked towards me, smiles on their faces.
I've never been particularly good with women, or people for that matter. I tended to avoid people in general, and if the way these women were looking at me was any clue, it had been some time since any of them had last seen a man which did not bode well for me.
A feeling of panic filled the pit in my stomach before I gave a strangled yell and I spun on my heel in a 180 and started to sprint down the road. This may have been a bad move on my part as I could hear the crowd of women give chase.
My heart thundered in my chest as my feet pounded the ground as I fled from the women. I cast a quick glance over my shoulder and to my surprise and utter confusion, I saw the likes of Jessica Rabbit, Princess Jasmine and a myriad of other fictional female characters mixed in among the crowd of pursuing women.
"What the bloody fuck is going on?!" I asked myself as I sprinted. I tried to look around for a place to hide in and I soon spotted a side street. Quickly ducking down it, I ran into a mostly empty building and hid behind the wall. The stampeding women rushed past until they faded away in the distance. I knew better than to step right back out onto the street, so I decided to make my way up the stairs of the building. My plan was to stay here until I could figure out what was going on and if, BIG IF, I could get back home. But something told me it would be very hard to get back home if it was possible.
I cringed every time I took a step on the wooden staircase as I walked up it. I was hoping to reach the top floor and maybe the roof so I could get a good look across the city and maybe find a landmark that could tell me where I was.
I made it to the roof and I stepped out and I looked across the city. To my confusion there was an utter mishmash of landmarks across the city, reaching to the horizon. I could see the Eiffel Tower, The Statue of Liberty, Big Ben, and a few others.
"This is the part where I say I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," I mumbled to myself. Thinking back to the crowd of stampeding women that seemed very eager to get their hands on me, I had seen some recognisable faces from pop-culture and fiction. Of course, I could just assume that they were cosplayers that possessed uncanny resemblances to fictional characters, but then again I found myself with a different face and body.
A rumble of thunder broke across the sky which was beginning to darken with dark grey clouds. Sighing to myself, I headed back inside the building and saw about finding a room where there would hopefully be some food and a bed to sleep on. Maybe if I went to sleep, I'd wake up back in my own home? It was a nice thought to think of.
I found a mostly intact apartment and I began to search for supplies. A quick search of the refrigerator turned up some soda cans, a bottle of milk, some cheese and smallgoods. A search of the pantry brought up some crackers and a large packet of Doritos. Some cheese and crackers with some salami sounded pretty good right about now as well as a can of soda to chase it down.
I sat at the dining table and served myself some crackers topped with cheese and salami. Popping the first one into my mouth, I gave a chew and sighed in relief as the flavours of the cheese, salami and dry cracker exploded on my tongue. Chewing slowly before swallowing, I served myself another cracker topped with cheese and salami. After eating the second, I took hold of the ring tab on a soda can and pulled; the sharp crack of the aluminium seal breaking followed by the hissing rasp of pressurised carbonated air filled the air. Tilting the can, I took a slow sip of the soda and I swallowed the sweet liquid with a sigh. Setting the can down on the table, I served myself another cracker and ate it.
After eating the cracker and serving myself another, I took a sip of the soda can, washing down the food in my mouth. I looked around for a clock and found one that read 5:45pm. It had been mid-morning when I had started my day and found myself in this strange world, so I wasn't feeling tired so I opted instead to see if there was a television that had a news program that could hopefully tell me what was going on. I found the remote for the television and pressed the on button.
"Nothing, just static," I muttered myself when the TV screen showed a static filled screen. I turned the TV off and muttered to myself, "Well, better find some other means of entertaining myself."
I looked around for some books or magazines or even a newspaper. I was hopeful for a newspaper, hell, a gossip magazine would even do, to tell me what happened to this world. I found a newspaper with the headline World At War. So I guess I had been right in that there had been some kind of war that had happened to this world. I read the article which spoke about some kind of world crisis in which universes had merged with each other and the conflict that followed and most alarmingly, all the men had died, including children.
"That's… not good," I muttered to myself as I continued to read the front page article and suddenly the way that crowd of women who had chased after me made sense. And the part about universes merging together also explained why I saw fictional characters mixed in with that crowd. I put the newspaper down and ran my hand down my face.
"A bad dream… that's all this is, a bad dream," I told myself. I even tried to pinch myself, hoping that I would wake up from whatever this was.
It didn't work.
I walked over to the kitchen sink, turned on the cold water tap and splashed some water onto my face, thinking that it would wake me up.
That didn't work either.
"Fuck… what did I do to deserve this?"
Suddenly a light footstep made itself known and I tensed up, half hoping that what I heard was a figment of my paranoid schizophrenia.
"Hello?" I offered tentatively as I slowly turned around to see who it was.
"So, it's true!" a feminine voice said in response. I tensed up and fully turned around to see whomever it was that had entered the room.
My eyes almost bugged out of my head as I saw none other than Felicia Hardy AKA the Black Cat from Marvel Comics' Spider-Man series. All decked out in skin-tight black leather/spandex with a white fur collar, gloves and boots and showing cleavage in display.
A lot of cleavage.
Black painted lips curled into a playful smile as Black Cat looked at me with blatant interest. "I heard the rumours of there being a man in the city, but I thought it was just overactive imagination on my part," she purred out in her throaty voice.
"Uhhh…" was all I could respond with as the blood in my head rushed down south to my nether regions. I probably should mention that I'm a complete virgin. Hadn't even had my first kiss with a girl, though not for lack of trying, and seeing a fictional character who happened to be one of the most gorgeous women in comics was doing me no favours.
"What's the matter, cutie? Cat got your tongue?" the platinum-haired beauty teased.
I backed up slowly until I hit the edge of the kitchen sink. I couldn't think straight or clearly enough to come up with some kind of response. I was certainly no James Bond when it came to women, and no kind of Spider-Man in this particular situation with the Black Cat just a few feet across from me.
"Aww, you're shy," Felicia giggled coquettishly. "I don't bite… much." She smiled widely, showing two straight even rows of pure white teeth and her tongue flicked out to lick her black painted lips.
I swallowed a lump in my throat and I could suddenly feel the front of my pants become tighter and I glanced down and I saw a large tent had formed in them. Black Cat's icy blue eyes also flicked down to see where I was looking and her grin grew wider as she said, "Is that a dagger in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
"Errr…" Holy fuck I was bad at this. A gorgeous woman was outright flirting with me and I was standing there like a stunned mullet. I almost felt like passing out right there from the loss of blood to my brain. It was then Black Cat made the first move.
A gloved finger looped itself through the ring of the zipper of her catsuit and she slowly, sensually pulled it down. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. My eyes followed the zipper as it made its down Felicia's body, revealing acres of smooth, pale skin beneath and the zipper stopped just short of the crotch. I could feel my manhood throb in response. I looked up at Felicia's face which had an amused grin on it. Her hands teased the hems of her suit, toying with them as if to pull them away and reveal her breasts to me. While I wasn't exactly sure of Black Cat's bra size, I knew that she was well-endowed by comic book standards; I even recalled a joke about Felicia's breasts acting as ballasts in an old issue of Spider-Man but I wasn't about to say that out loud.
"Like what you see, handsome?" Felicia asked me and I dumbly nodded in response, my brain going full lizard mode. "Want more?" My lizard brain seemed to be calling the shots as I nodded dumbly again in response.
"Take it off then."
"What?" I blinked in response.
"Take off your clothes," Felicia clarified with a slightly impatient look.
"I… uhh…" I hemmed and hawed on the spot. I wasn't good with nudity around others, especially with women. My first thought was that if this woman, fictional or not, saw me naked, more importantly my manhood, she would just laugh at me and then leave, telling everyone else of my lacking manhood.
"C'mon, hot-stuff! I'm a woman, and you're a man and I wanna get naked with you," Black Cat said to me before she looked at me more penetratingly. "You are a man, aren't you?" she asked challengingly.
"Last I checked," I managed to reply with.
"Good. Now take off your clothes," Felicia ordered me.
"'Kay," I mumbled in defeat. My fingers suddenly felt like they were made of stiff wood or lead as I fumbled with the laces. After fumbling around with them, I managed to unlace the tunic before trying to undo the buckles of the chainmail shirt. After taking off the shirt and letting it hit the floor with a thump, I then took off the gloves. To my surprise, my stomach was flat and hard looking with only the slightest definition of abs. I could only hope that the rest of me looked just as good. I was very aware of how Black Cat's eyes bore into me, the way she licked her lips as though I were a dessert to savour, her eyes alight with blatant sexual interest.
I unlaced the boots on my feet and slipped them off, all that was left were my pants. I looked up at Felicia, half hoping she would tell me to put my clothes back on.
"Nervous?" she asked me.
I tentatively nodded in response.
"First-timer, huh?" Felicia cocked an immaculately groomed eyebrow in response and I shamefully nodded. The fit of giggles that emanated from Black Cat made me feel more embarrassed.
"Oh, this is good! I get to be the one to pop your cherry!" she gloated triumphantly.
"Goodie for you," I mumbled.
"Well, just to give you more incentive, I suppose I should make the first move." With that Felicia fully slipped off her catsuit so that she was fully naked save for her mask. My manhood throbbed all the harder in response to seeing a beautiful naked woman in front of me. Every inch of Felicia looked perfect; her full but perky breasts with round pebbled nipples, her slim but toned waist that flared out into child-bearing hips, her lovely round bottom that any man would kill to gaze and her long sensuous legs that seemed to go on forever. A small tuft of platinum blonde fur was above the puffy lips of Black Cat's womanhood.
"Like what you see?" Felicia did a little twirl on the spot and wiggled her backside to me. My brain went full lizard mode again as I nodded like a dumb mute.
"Your turn now," she then said to me.
Here it is, no point of return. I nervously began to pull down on the waistband of my pants, slowly pulling them down and shucking them off. To my relief, my manhood was hard and erect, but it was the size and thickness of it that surprised me most. Now, to clarify, before I found myself in this world, my dick was of average size, not tiny by any means, but certainly not large by any stretch. It was just ordinary which didn't do me any favours. So, seeing my new manhood at such an impressive size did stoke my ego a little.
"Mmhmmm! Not bad at all," Black Cat said to herself as she licked her lips at the sight of my dick. "I already want it inside me!" she purred out and her throaty purr made my cock throb at the sound and a little bead of pre-cum leaked out of the slit of the head of it.
"C'mon here, stud, I got a lot to teach you!" Felicia then pounced towards me. Her arms wrapped my neck and her legs locked themselves around my waist. Her lips were already on mine, kissing me like she was a starving woman and I were a full seven-course banquet. I could barely get my hands onto her, but I soon found purchase on her arse which I gave a reflexive squeeze which made Felicia moan throatily into my mouth as she kissed me, her tongue thrusting into my mouth and writhed around in there like an eel. As though by some sort of instinct, my own tongue began to wrestle with Black Cat's and she responded well, grinding up against my body like a proverbial cat in heat.
Felicia then started pulling me towards somewhere in the apartment. I was too lost in a fog of hormones and the scent of Felicia herself to take any notice. It was only when I felt my back hit against something soft that I realised that Felicia had moved us both into a bedroom with a large king size bed with a soft mattress and equally soft, if not softer blankets and sheets on it. Felicia was on top of me, which I didn't mind too much given that I was very inexperienced at this, so I figured I should let her be the one to call the shots for now. Removing her tongue from my throat, Felicia started swirling her tongue down my throat, tracing patterns on my chest with her tongue before reaching my manhood. Sitting up to look down on me, Felicia gave a lascivious smile, her intentions quite clear.
"You kiss pretty good for a newbie," she remarked. "I wonder if your tongue is as skilled at other things?" she asked as she crawled up my body to straddle my face. My nose was then buried in the soft curls of Black Cat's pubic hair and my mouth was pressed against the lips of her cunt. I could taste sweet and sour vaginal discharge coming from her cunt; she was dripping wet for me.
"C'mon, stud, I wanna see if you eat pussy as good as you kiss," Felicia told me, her voice and my hearing slightly muffled as her thick thighs squeezed around my head snugly.
"Fuck!" I growled out as I began to eat out the Black Cat's pussy. It was my first time so I didn't really have any real sort of technique to go off of, other than what I had seen in some adult films, but those scenes were almost always staged and you could usually tell if the girl in those scenes was faking an orgasm or not.
But, fortunately, Black Cat seemed to understand I was new to this and her soft and soothing voice began to guide me in eating her out.
"Use your tongue, press it into my clit," Felicia moaned as I did just that, following her instructions as best I could. I could taste more of her leaking out into my mouth, hitting my tongue with that sweet and sour flavour. The musky scent of Felicia filled my nose as I continued to tongue and kiss her womanhood. The scent and taste of Black Cat was driving my cock wild, and it was all I could to hold back an orgasm of my own. My hands found purchase on Felicia's hips and she started rocking her hips back and forth, side to side, gyrating a little, moaning as she did.
"Ohhhh, fuuuuuck, this feels so good!" Black Cat groaned out as my tongue bore into her clit making her jump a little. "You keep this up, and I may just keep you all to myself!" she said with a laugh. I responded with a muffled grunt as my tongue probed the lips of Felicia's womanhood.
"Fuck! You sure you're a first-timer?" Felicia asked me as she looked down at my face buried between her thighs. "I don't wanna brag saying that I'm a good teacher and all, but you got some talent there, stud!" she stated.
Being told that I had some talent at eating a woman out was something that thrilled me to my core. Of course, it was my first time and Felicia could just be saying that to stoke my ego, but it was nice to hear that I was good at something like eating pussy.
"Time to even the playing field, I think," Felicia suddenly said as she lifted herself off my face, much to my moan of protest. But my face was soon buried in Black Cat's womanhood as she spun herself around so that she was face to face with my penis. I resumed eating Felicia out as her soft hand began to stroke my manhood, smoothing it up and down. I gave a soft moan as I felt the soft velvet touch of Felicia's hand on my cock, and I prayed to god that I wouldn't ejaculate prematurely. I then started eating out Felicia's pussy faster, hoping that if I could get her off first, she wouldn't be disappointed with my lack of endurance. My hips bucked as I suddenly felt Felicia's tongue lick the head of my cock and I heard her moan of approval.
"Mmm, you taste pretty good, handsome," Felicia said. "How do I taste to you?" she asked flirtatiously. I didn't bother saying anything in response, instead I thrust my tongue deep into Felicia's pussy making her moan at the feeling.
"That good, huh?" She laughed. "Well, let's see if I can make you feel just as good?" she offered and she suddenly swallowed as much of my hard erect prick as she could.
I gave a groan as I felt how warm and wet it was inside Felicia's mouth as she swallowed my dick. I almost came right then and there, but whether it was my new body or something else, I managed to not cum in Felicia's mouth. I wasn't about to question it right now, so I just focussed on eating Felicia out and trying to hold back my own orgasm. But that was kinda hard to do given Felicia's impeccable technique and the way she used her tongue. My fingers dug into the cheeks of Felicia's backside as I lapped at her womanhood like a man possessed, and Felicia herself kicked it into high-gear, her throat vibrating around my dick and those vibrations were going to do me in if she kept it up. Soon Felicia began to moan and her body started shaking. I could only guess she was about to cum. Good thing too as I couldn't hold on any longer.
"Ooohhh, fuuuuuck! You're gonna make me cum!" Felicia screamed out as she briefly pulled her mouth off my cock before swallowing it again, her mouth bobbing up and down as fast as humanly possible. Yes, I know Black Cat is a comic book character, but she doesn't have super-speed like the Flash or Quicksilver now, does she?
But anyway, I wriggled my tongue around inside Felicia's pussy intent on making her cum before I did and soon enough Felicia gave a gasping scream of ecstasy and I was rewarded with a gush or spray of her juices on my face. It gushed like a broken fire hydrant and Felicia's body was shaking and trembling as she orgasmed. Soon, I had my own as I gave a groan and felt the sweet high of my release. Felicia didn't miss a beat as she swallowed all I had and kept a tight seal with her mouth around my cock as I came. Soon, the sexual high of my orgasm died down and Felicia pulled her mouth off my and she lifted herself off my face and faced me. I blearily watched as Felicia exaggeratedly curled her tongue as she swallowed down all my seed and licked her lips and chin clean of any residue and a gave a purring sound.
"That tasted good," she said a sensual purr. "How did I taste?" she asked.
"Like… like…" I couldn't find the words to describe Felicia's taste. It was my first time after all.
"Like heaven?" Felicia suggested and I nodded and panted for breathe, trying to steady my erratic heartbeat.
"Now for the main event, handsome!" The look in Felicia's eyes was sinful, the eyes of a woman who wanted more.
"I… I… I can't… I wanna…" I tiredly try to say but my breathing was still all bent out of shape.
"You're still hard," Felicia pointed out and true enough, my manhood was still hard and erect. I stared at my still hard and erect penis dumbfounded. I was starting to wonder if having this new body wasn't such a bad thing after all. I mean, after times I jacked off, I usually wanted to rest, relax and rehydrate before going again and the second time usually wasn't as good as the first and forget about a third time, that was no good at all. Of course, it could be the fact that actually having sex for the first time and not whacking off to porn or something could've been a factor that I was still ready for more, but that had yet to be explained.
Not waiting for a response, Felicia positioned herself over my manhood, bracing her hands on my shoulders and chest, her knees of either side of my hips. "Get ready, kid, for the ride of your life!" she told me before she lowered her drenched womanhood slowly down onto my erection. I gave a low almost girlish moan as I felt all kinds of wonderful as my penis entered the depths of Felicia's cunt. It was hot, wet, velvety, silky and all manner of things that I couldn't describe or put into words. My hands roamed all over Black Cat's velvety skin; my left hand settled on her shapely hip, caressing the soft skin and my right hand gently groped her left tit, the fingers digging in a little. Felicia was moaning as my hardness filled her depths before finally her hips met mine and the hairs of our nether regions brushed against each other.
I then tried to sit up, levering myself up so that was face to face with Felicia. Felicia didn't miss a beat, she simply wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms draped themselves around my neck, bringing my face closer to hers. Her warm breath blew across my face; she smelt wine and soft perfume and her full black painted lips were parted slightly as if tempting me to kiss them. And I did.
I firmly planted my lips onto Black Cat's and she kissed me back. It was slower and less insistent than the first time she kissed me and as we kissed, she began to bounce and roll her hips.
"Move with me," she commanded in between kisses. I endeavoured to do so as I kissed her.
I was then lost in a warm, sensual ocean of pleasure, ecstasy and sensations that I had thought I would never get to know as I made love to woman I had only seen in comic books and fiction.
My last coherent thought was when Felicia and I had both finally orgasmed and we fell back against the bed, our bodies still joined together, drowning in the high of our simultaneous climax.
I didn't know if this was some kind of dream or not, but a part of me never wanted it to end. I then closed my eyes in surrender to sleep, my last sight of the platinum-blonde beauty in my arms.
TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N: there! The first chapter of this done and dusted. I know you're all gonna say "You already have two Marvel/DC crossovers! Why write a third!?" Well, it was an idea that wouldn't quit in my head as I had recently come across NSFW comic called Jump Pages about how a comic book artist found himself in a no man's land with all the women from across the DC, Marvel, Disney and other fandoms in one universe. If any of you have read that particular comic, then you'll know what I'm talking about and where I'm going with this idea.
But anyway, after I read both parts of that comic, I thought I'd give this try and use Aegon VI/Young from Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire, but I also made it a Self-Insert, so whether this gets any traction or not depends on you guys. If you all wanna see this continue, then you know what to do.
Anywho, haven't got too much more to say, so I'll just leave this here and see you all in the next one.
Be kind to one another,
Angry lil' elf.