And now, it's time for round three. As usual, Lil Michael isn't sure he's ready for this.
This round begins...with Contessa Valentina Allegra de la Fontaine. This is just as well; Michael would NOT prefer doing it with long-forgotten baroque composer Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern Schplenden-Schlitter Crasscrenbon-Fried Digger-Dangel-Dungel Burstein von Knackerthrasher-Appelbanger Horowitz Ticolensic Grander-Knotty Spelltinkel Grandlich Grumbelmeyer Spelterwasser Kurstlich Himbeleisen-Bahnwagen Gutenabend-Bitte ein Nurnburger-Bratwurstel Gerspurten Mitz Weimache Luber Hundsfut Gumberaber-Schonedanker Kalbsfleisch Mittler-Aucher von Hautkopf of Ulm.
A noble Italian product of Leviathan, the Contessa has had the cock of Nick Fury inside her. And while she's wanted the cock of Steve Rogers in her for quite some time, she has yet to confirm or deny her experience with that.
Michael's still under a thousandth his normal size. This potion of Agatha's sure takes a long time to wear off. He's starting to think that it doesn't wear off at all. And to think that he once had nightmares about becoming a maledictus...
At first, the giantess Contessa is very much noble with him. This is expected; she's an Italian noble as well as a Leviathan ex-villainess. But she's also ex-SHIELD, so at least she's not the worst Madame Hydra who's ever held the title.
And she's never been in the Maggia. Strange; as an Italian noble and dark spy, one would expect her to be the perfect candidate... A contender against Kingpin, even...
Hmm; she could've been a contender...
With her huge feminine hands, she lathers Lil Michael in lovely-smelling oils. She nearly drowns him...and wears purple nail polish while doing this to him. She also wears a silver ring with a diamond on one hand. It's...on her left ring finger.
But then, if it's a wedding ring, then odds are that it's a vibranium-silver alloy, rather than silver Sterling. There's no imaginable reason why it couldn't be. As patriotic as W'Kabi is, he has zero excuses for not having at least five vibranium tattoos on his body.
Michael has no tattoos, of course. But then, as successful as he already is with women, he shouldn't need any...even if the guys in Hogwarts's other houses do see him as a bit of a pretty boy...as well as a few he shares the Ravenclaw common room with, and not to mention his dormitory.
The Contessa giggles, when she handles his erect cock between her huge fingers. Like every other women Michael has been with...both accidentally and relatively deliberately...she just can't get enough of the little British sensation.
Now, he's in the clutches of Justine Hammer, daughter of the sinister industrialist Justin Hammer, mother of the villainous Sasha Hammer, and ex-lover of the genocidal Mandarin. And now she's married to W'Kabi. Looks like the Mandarin's finally working double shifts at his job.
She has also assembled at least two Masters of Evil rosters. Under her command, the Masters have helped honor her father's legacy. Little good that's done them...or even her. But with luck, her marriage to W'Kabi can enhance her better parts where the Masters haven't. Alas, when it comes to victory, she's no lucky girl.
Aside from being corporate nobility, Ms. Hammer has a very special toy she likes to play with: a crimson-red cybernetic cloak, made by Hammer Industries. It moves, and flies, like a crimson flying carpet.
Lil Michael has a reaction, when he sees this. In Britain, flying carpets are illegal.
"Hmm, what's the matter, little one?" Ms. Hammer grins, and flaps her bobbed black hair. "Afraid of a little Hammer magic?"
Initially, she uses the Cowl to do much BDSM on Michael. The Cowl ties him up in knots, and nearly suffocates him. It hangs him upside down by one corner, and molests his ticklish parts with another. It improvises itself into a trampoline, and tosses Michael up into the dome above Ms. Hammer's chambers repeatedly.
If Crimson Cowl was the CEO of Hammer Industries, she'd do MUCH more B.D.S.M. to Michael in ways that only Hammer tech could demonstrate...assuming that, for once, Stark tech isn't better at EVERYTHING Hammer tech can do. Alas, for now, she's just a simple harem ruby. W'Kabi expects her to act like one. Fuck men... But then, at least he's black.
Alas, if she gets too used to this, she may never fuck the Mandarin again. After all, it's often said that "once you go black, you never go back."
At least Hammer beat Stark to the Judas bullet... Stark's employees probably wouldn't have thought, in a million years, to turn Chitauri tech into a Jesus-killing bullet...or a Power Man-killing bullet, even...
She also has some personal fun with Michael, as well. The Cowl, after all, can't do EVERYTHING for her...
She, too, wears a ring on her married finger. It's of vibranium-silver, and bears a huge black gem. As much as Ms. Hammer misses Mandarin, she knows very well that he'd never offer one of his Ten Rings as a marriage proposal.
With her great crimson-polished fingers, she handles tiny Michael. She giggles, when she feels his giant cock. Ah, he feels SO good between her giantess fingers. She wishes she could do this to him forever...
She holds him by his hardened cock, and presses his ass to her crimson-stuck lips, while he's upside down. She holds him like that for a long time, kissing his hump.
Now he's in the clutches of Maki Matsumoto. She's a Japanese hit-girl, who has a long-time crush on Lester, the Daredevil villain better known as Bullseye. For that, she calls herself Lady Bullseye. Alas, if she's ever had Lester inside of her, she has yet to confirm or deny this.
She's a Japanese bitch who never misses. She's been a Hand ninja, too. When Bullseye found her, she was going to be sold as a sex slave. Even so and sadly, it was never Bullseye's intent to liberate anyone on that mission; he was just there to kill her captors.
If you kill her, she comes back to life. If you decapitate her, though, she stays dead. Alas, Michael is way too small to cut off her head. And he still wouldn't risk using magic in front of muggle women. Lady Bullseye is no witch.
First, Ms. Matsumoto pins Lil Michael to the bullseye of one of her target boards. He's so small, he fits into the eye perfectly. From here, it's just a matter of having, and using, needles small enough to pin him in place, via small strands of thread.
At last, he's nice and tight. He's upside down; she means that for him. She stands, and turns.
Her humongous ass is now in his face. It is a VERY nice ass. If only Lil Michael could leap from this position...
With his skill in charms, though, he could probably nonverbally remove these threads from himself...and then start levitating, moments before he hit the floor. Alas, as he said before, Ms. Matsumoto is no witch. She's little more than a muggle with talent.
From him, she takes give great steps away. She stands next to a pool table, when she stops. Now, she whirls. Her sinister gaze is fixed on the target before her.
On the pool table, an array of darts lies. The ones she chooses are blue, bronze-fletched, and bronze-needled. She half-hopes to shoot Lil Michael in the heart, with one of these...
Michael doesn't know about heart; but it might just hit him in the chest. Ravenclaw is like his family, after all; blue and bronze are the house colors.
She wears a patch over her recessive eye. She's got the rings of a target etched into her forehead...as her inspiration source does.
Damn, does she look terrifying. It is very hard for Michael not to harden...and panic...as she's chambering for this...
Dart after dart, she throws. She loses control, as she throws them. She throws many, and frequently. Soon, there's no dart left on the table.
So many have landed near Lil Michael. Alas, none have impaled him.
Now, Michael breathes. At the same time, he cums. A very long stream of it shoots from the dartboard's bullseye, and falls to the floor.
At this, Ms. Matsumoto covers her mouth, and giggles. She sounds much like a Japanese bimbo, as she does. Michael blushes.
Now he's in the clutches of Cory Anders. Once, she was the beloved sidekick of the infamous cyborg magus villain Arcade. Now, she's the beloved harem jewel of W'Kabi. Or rather, W'Kabi tells all of his friends that she's beloved.
Honestly, though, most people who know here are confused. Arcade has betrayed her many times. With that said, they all thought she'd never leave his side.
She wears her black hair in a bob. She wears a cobalt-blue bra, and dresses as a dominatrix. She's got some big guns in her arsenal. Sadly, she hasn't had a chance to use them on her new husband yet.
She's got Lil Michael bound, and atop a vibranium-silver coin. The coin's got Queen Ramonda's bust engraved into its "heads" side. And, as fate would have it, Ms. Coriander's got him wedged between Ramonda's hooters.
And yes, "Ramonda" bears the likeness of a mature-bodied Angela Bassett.
With cobalt blue-polished nails, Ms. Coriander plucks Michael's bare ass. He squeals. No one would blame him; at his size, and with the force with which she flicks something, that's intense.
Next, she caresses his bare back with her fingertip. Michael would feel like purring...if he were a cat...or hell, even Wakanda's national symbol. Ah, what he'd give to be a black leopard, right now... It'd be a bit grounding...but at least he'd be bigger.
She plucks him on the ass again. He squeals again.
She presses her finger against his feet, and massages them. So, she's a masseuse, now. O, how many massages she's provided for Arcade in her career's heyday... If she ever has been his masseuse, she's yet to confirm or deny both whether, and how many times.
She plucks him on the ass again. He squeals again.
Next, she uses her giant fingertip to mess up his hair. He appreciates this; his hair itches. Plus, it's been a good long while since Agatha's done it herself.
Once Ms. Coriander's done this, she flicks his ass again. He squeals again.
Now he's in the clutches of Eleanor Bishop, the ex-villainous mother of Kate Bishop/Hawkeye 2.0. Once, she was married to Kate's father...for whatever that was ever worth. In those years, he was her partner in crime, as well as her husband. Now she's left him for W'Kabi.
Before W'Kabi, she was Bowwoman, and served Hydra. She was also a Master of Evil. But today, she has Lil Michael all to herself. And she's going to make thorough work of him.
With her great purple-polished fingers, she pins him to the bullseye of one of her archery targets. She pins him upside-down that way. Next, she stands, turns, and takes five great paces away.
From here, Michael's got a splendid view of the she-archer's giantess ass. Alas, right now, he's a bit more concerned about that quiver that hangs on her back...
Gracefully, she turns around. As she does, she pulls an arrow from her quiver. Just as promptly, she nocks the arrow, and pulls it back on the bow. Now, her arrow is aimed right between poor Michael's lil legs...
She wears a patch over her recessive eye. This makes her look scary. It...also causes her to overrely on her dominant eye. And there's a reason why all humans have two at birth. I have no idea what that reason is, but I've seen it enough to trust that it's necessary. Michael, at least, has too.
I think it's got something to do with balance... But again, I don't know I know.
Michael's terrified, of course. He's not sure...but Bowwoman might not be as balanced as Lady Bullseye. Alas, he must confess that Bowwoman seems better-composed than Lady Bullseye. This makes sense; Bowwoman's had a daughter. Lady Bullseye hasn't.
Arrow after arrow, the Bowwoman releases. Some do tricks; others don't. At least the ones that do tricks aren't explosive-rigged; Michael's thankful for that. But of course, he's just a British wizard; where he comes from, a trick arrow is an abused muggle artifact.
One of them causes the target to vibrate. Good; Michael would rather have a massage than get blown up...even if the massage does have the power of a 6.0 earthquake...to him, at his size.
One mimics the powers of Dazzler, by generating many multi-colored lights, upon impact. Some of these are rather bright; but at least they're more innocuous than what damage a Jubilee-arrow would do to this target...and not to mention Michael...
Another arrow covers the target in a net. Now THIS feels more like something that made Clint Barton famous...
Bowwoman has her fun with him. She's not nearly as brutal as her daughter. With that said, you'd think she'd be more worried...