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Mortuus Orbis	By : Sparrow & InBrightestDay Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 3540 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the franchises, characters, or anything else from the settings in this collection. These include Street Fighter, Marvel, Sailor Moon, Kill La Kill, and others. I made no money from this work.

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The ventilation system was a maze, far larger than Natalia had expected. Tracking a target in this labyrinth was a challenge, and tracking it mostly by smell and the meagre light of her pocket flashlight was an even greater one. On the one hand, Natalia actually found the new task rather stimulating, as it was a means of finding a target she had never employed before. On the other hand, she wished she were following a more pleasant smell.

Still, eventually, she found what she was looking for, or at least what was left of it.
Ahead of her, the featureless vent shaft was interrupted by a large industrial fan, one that was currently motionless. Strewn around it was a splattered mess, unidentified bits of gore and, most recognizably, lengths of intestinal tract. Whatever had been making its way into the bunker had run into the fan and had clearly been completely destroyed. There weren’t even shards of bone left, which was somewhat puzzling. Normally, one would expect at least some of the skeleton to remain intact, but there was no trace of it. Natalia could only assume the fan motor had some serious torque behind it.

Better to not stick my head into that, in other words.

Crawling up closer, she took a look at the machinery itself. She was conversant with technology like this—having a working knowledge of machines was extremely useful for the times one was required to sabotage them—so she could tell well enough that nothing had actually broken. Instead, it seemed some of the erstwhile monster’s tissue had become looped around part of the fan, gradually stopping the blades, and that an emergency system had kicked in, preventing the motor from overheating.

It was a simple enough fix; Natalia just needed to remove the flesh and then hit the switch, located a short distance back the way she had come for safety’s sake, to re-engage the fan. Settling down for the moment, she reached out with a gloved hand and took hold of the stringy tissue, grimacing slightly as she unwound the slick length from the machine. She was so focused on her grisly task that she wasn’t paying quite as much attention to her surroundings.

Which was why she didn’t notice the intestines as they began to move, slowly and purposefully sliding toward her.

Harry gasped and shuddered as Tania’s big ass smacked into his thin hips, setting the cheeks jiggling as she moaned. The silver-haired woman smiled down at the sweat-slimed form of the teen pinned down between her thick thighs, his virgin cock and the flushed, breathless look on his face enough to feed her hunger, at least for now. She knew full well how close he was and slowed her hips into a gentle rocking motion, milking every ounce of pleasure from his cock as she slowly, teasingly dragged it out, bringing him closer and closer to the edge as agonizingly slowly as possible.

She didn’t usually fuck younger guys. Never had before, come to think of it. Pickings had never been so slim. Tania had been trapped in that old building slowly going out of her mind before the kid with the weird scar on his forehead had appeared in the middle of the street. Then it’d merely been a matter of drawing him into her web, wrapping him up, and soon would come the finish she craved.
Harry’s hands grabbed feebly at her thick thighs, trying to quicken her pace, but she merely chucked warmly in the back of her throat and pulled his hands away. His thin body glistened all over in the dim light of the turned-down fluorescents, sweat pouring from his quivering form to soak the thin sheets. It wasn’t a bad room she’d been given, Tania thought. Far from the best she’d ever lived out of, but she could deal with it.

Bending over at the waist, the Black Widow began slurping up the sweat covering Harry’s torso, the tangy, salty taste of him making her shudder with need. She kissed her way up his body, lathering him with her saliva and sucking on his nipples until they were hard points. Then she grabbed a handful of his sweaty hair and pulled his mouth to hers, forcing her tongue between his lips. He groaned into her as she tasted him, sucking on his tongue as hers explored his mouth.

Then a convulsive shudder went through him, and she felt him spurt inside her, squirts of wet heat painting her clutching tunnel.

“Mmmm,” she crooned, breaking the kiss and rocking her hips back and forth slowly. “That was a good one.” It was the third such climax she had drawn out of the young man, the first with her mouth, and then the other two from riding him. That was her favourite way of doing this, but she was open to experimentation. She wanted Harry to enjoy his first time.

She lifted her rear, allowing the boy’s glistening cock to slip out of her and him to sit up against the wall.

“Tania,” he moaned, panting for breath as she settled down beside him, drawing patterns in the sweat covering his chest with the tip of a finger. “I don’t- I can’t- I think I’m going to be-“

“Shhhhhhhhhh,” she whispered, pulling his head down to her breast. He nuzzled into her mocha-coloured bosom, pushing his head into her cleavage and then latching onto a dark nipple. It was Tania’s turn to moan then, a warm throbbing radiating from her chest as the boy suckled at her, his tongue swirling around her teat and rubbing against her areola. He switched from one tit to the other, slurping and sucking so hard she could hear it.

Her hand went between his legs, grasping his slippery cock and beginning to slowly stroke it back to its full hardness. Harry didn’t last very long, it was true, but she’d never known any men who could go and go and go like he could. Maybe she could make a habit of this, assuming she was lucky enough to meet any more men in this shithole who didn’t want to eat her.

Pulling away from him, leaving her nipples hard and wet, Tania crawled down to the end of the bed on her hands and knees, then looked back at him. Tossing her silvery hair back, she swayed her hips at him.

“Want to try it this way?” she asked playfully. Harry stayed slumped against the wall, breathing heavily, then nodded and awkwardly slipped off the bed, gasping as his bare feet made contact with the cold floor. Tania turned so that he could grasp her hips and then closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his bony fingers digging into the plump flesh of her rear. He fumbled with himself for a moment, then she shuddered as she felt him slip inside her.

His sweaty hands clutched at her wide hips, sinking into the plush flesh, and then steady smacking sounds began to echo off the concrete walls as he found his stroke. His cock wasn’t the biggest she’d had inside her, but her walls squeezed it tight, the tip digging into each fold and ridge of her inner passage. It was like nothing she’d experienced before, and Tania let go a throaty moan of pleasure as the boy continued.
Some way above them, Natalia Romanova was engaged in a desperate struggle for her life. At the last moment, she’d caught a glimpse of the monstrous organism slithering after her, and was now squirming back through the shaft as fast as she could, trying to stay out of the reach of the reanimated intestines.
Her head banged on a jutting frame and she swore, awkwardly pulling her legs up to her chest as she tried to shimmy backwards through the deactivated fan’s housing, smearing herself with the shit and blood and god-only-knew what still clinging to the edges of the housing from the first time the creature had passed this way. In the faint light cast from the flashlight clipped to her belt, she could only see flashes of the seething mass of tentacles and teeth undulating towards her. Her hand went to the pistol strapped to her belt, then she changed her mind, realizing that the creature didn’t have any vitals to aim for like the rest of the undead.
All but frozen with indecision, the Black Widow was saved when she spotted the red button set into the vent wall on her side. Feeling the first few questing tendrils of gut coiling around her ankles, she kicked out, slamming the restart button with one booted foot. For a moment nothing happened, she heard the motor rasping as it tried to turn despite the remaining filth gumming it up, and she almost thought that this was the end.
Then the fan kicked in, steel blades whirling around and slicing through necrotized flesh like it were air. Natalia nearly lost a toe pulling back, wedging herself into the back of the vent as she was sprayed with all manner of foul juices and bits of shredded flesh. The noise was deafening, the fan screaming as it turned despite the blockage, the meaty ripping sounds as it shredded through the guts- she had no option but to cover her head and wait for it to finish.
Gradually, the noise and barrage of mangled bits died down, and Natalia cautiously uncovered her head, grateful for the air being blown past her that carried the nose-raping stench away. She still struggled not to vomit as she felt the matted gunk soaking into her hair and smeared over her face, however. She wondered if she’d ever feel clean again.
Something banged in the shaft above her, and some foul fluid dribbled onto her cheek. Natalia looked up, going for her sidearm, but only too late seeing the writhing guts, a lesser portion of the whole that she’d destroyed that had been exploring another vent system, plunging towards her.
Harry’s bloodshot green eyes bulged as he felt muscles clench, a dizzying rush sending his head dropping back onto the thin pillow, heart jackhammering as he panted for breath. His cock throbbed, squirting into the crack between Tania’s huge glutes. The dark-skinned woman turned her head, looking backwards at him from where she was sitting on his cock, his length completely vanishing between her buttocks, and smiled.

“My little trooper,” she dismounted from him with the very stickiest of sounds, leaving his cock to flop down onto his shrunken ballsack, and straddled him. Harry could feel the wet stickiness between her legs as she bent down to kiss him again.

Tania feared that she might have ridden her toy too hard, as the boy barely responded to her kisses, and decided that the time had come to make an end of it. She nibbled at his lower lip, kissing up his face and tracing the line of that weird lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

Then the Black Widow pulled back and sank her front teeth into his throat.

The teen struggled beneath her, trying to push Tania off as her elongated incisors bit open his windpipe with a wet crunch. She worked her jaws and then wrenched her head back, tearing open the front of the boy’s neck. Blood sprayed her bare chest, making her nipples tingle, and she spat out the mouthful of mangled cartilage and gristle. Harry jerked spastically as she moaned in bliss, grinding herself on his belly. The boy tried to scream, but with his vocal cords ruined and blood filling his windpipe, the only sound he could make was a low gurgling.

Tania slid down his body and bit her gene-hanced fangs into his chest, tearing away a strip of muscle and skin from over his heart. She shuddered in delight as she swallowed, the warm flesh sliding down her throat and kindling a pleasant glow in her belly. Back in Nueva York, she’d tried to confine her lusts to men she at least suspected of deserving it, and their meat had practically been a chore to consume, even after they’d been softened by the sensual pleasures of her body.

But Harry Potter was a special treat – flush with the vigour of youth, yet now seasoned with the richness of adult experience. His hand clawed weakly at her thigh, and Tania seized it with her own, pulling his arm up so that she could set her teeth into his bicep, chomping into the muscle and feeling hot blood squirt into her mouth. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had a lover who had tasted so good, whose flesh had been so juicy and nourishing.
Blood dripped from her chin as she ate, the boy’s struggles becoming weaker as Tania tore chunks of succulent meat from his chest and arms, the thin mattress turning red as the rich vitae leaked out of him. The smell was something wonderous; sex and sweat and blood and meat, salty and sweet.

The boy’s struggles were weakening, the desperate, wheezing breaths she could hear gurgling in his ruined throat growing fainter. Her silver hair was sticking to her sweaty body, his blood glistening as it trickled down her elegant throat and into the valley of her breasts. More bubbled from between her plush lips as she chewed, moaning in delight through her mouthful of flesh, revelling in the feeling of his warm, sticky blood coating her skin. She saw Harry looking up at her with wide, horrified eyes, and as she swallowed a tender, juicy piece of his pectoral muscles, he mouthed ‘Why?’

“It’s in my nature,” she replied, and bit open his belly.

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Tania sighed, feeling the hot water running down her strong, curvy body and washing away the last of Harry Potter’s blood. The water turned red as it swirled around her feet, then disappeared into the drain. It had been a tense moment, dashing naked and bloody across the hall into the empty showers, but now she was here and clean she felt able to relax a bit. Evidently it had already been used by someone, judging by the loose strands of some kind of silk tangled around the drains like thick hairs, but at least the water was hot.

Her pussy tingled, and she decided to indulge herself, sliding a finger into the cleft between her fat outer lips, the warm glow beginning to spread through her loins as she focused on the sensation of a full belly and her lusts at last slaked. If only for a while.

With her hunger for flesh and sex receding, Tania was struck by a sudden concern. What the shock was she gonna do with the corpse? She glanced towards the shower room’s door, frowning as she remembered the mutilated remains lying on the bed, ribcage and innards open to the air. Even if she could find some way of disposing of the body without attracting suspicion from the other inhabitants of the bunker, she had no idea how she’d explain the boy’s abrupt disappearance, or why she’d suddenly had to dispose of her bedding.

Tania wondered briefly if she’d be able to eat enough of it that hiding the rest would be easier. Almost as quickly she dismissed the thought with a shudder, just the thought of eating cold meat like that made her want to gag. And even if she could stomach the boy’s cooling remains, she’d never be able to eat enough to hide it all.

Shutting off the water, Tania remained frozen in thought as she ran through every solution her mind could offer. She hadn’t even considered this part when she had been drawing the boy into her fatal embrace, so consumed had she been by hunger and lust. In retrospect, she realized, it would’ve been much easier if this had happened back in the city proper.

She shook her head. Her best bet was to try and at least hide the body and the bedding first, and then try and find some way of disposing of it. Then she could figure out a good story to explain what had happened to the boy.

Not even bothering to try and dry herself off with one of the towels left on the nearby hook, Tania hit the switch to open the door and ran across back into the dorm, leaving wet footprints behind herself on the concrete. As she crossed over to the door for her room, she heard a metallic clatter, and then an almighty crash from within. Tania, scared that someone else might have got in there already, hit the switch and opened the door.

It seemed as though something had been moving through the ventilation shaft that ran past her billet, and had either fallen or burst forth upon scenting the spilled blood within. Tania clenched her fists as the humanoid shape pulled itself up, suddenly aware of her unclothed state as it turned to face her.

It was Natalia. The other Black Widow.

Or at least, it had been.

A foul stench rose off the other woman, making Tania want to vomit, like rotten meat that had been dragged through a sewer. She backed up as her counterpart moved closer, the other woman’s red hair hanging in filthy curtains over her greyish face. Tania caught a glimpse of wide, milky eyes watching her from behind the matted strands. The other woman’s body seemed horribly deformed, her torso bloated to the point where her bodysuit was ripping open at the sides, exposing swollen, bulging flesh.

The muscles in the undead secret agent’s neck suddenly began to writhe as though there were snakes moving under the skin, and to Tania’s shock, a trio of long, cable-like worms, ridged and glistening like intestines, suddenly burst from the other woman’s mouth, aiming directly for her!

It was her still-wet skin that saved her- as she reflexively stepped back her foot shot out from under her and she toppled backwards, out of the range of the worms to land with a heavy thud on her back. Without thinking, Tania rolled out of the open door back into the hallway, then scrambled to her feet and hit the switch again. The door sealed shut, and as she lay against the door, panting, she heard a brief pounding on the other side before the sound went away.

A moment later she started to hear the gruesome crunching and slurping sounds of the zombie focusing on the meal right in front of it- Harry’s remains. Shaking, she backed away.
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