Marvel: Cultured Reader System

"Well, what are we going to do now? You've made your dream come true," said Illyana, as we neared the bay. The sun was shining on the water and the boats were moving quietly through the early morning.

"I don't know... I think I'm just going to enjoy life," I replied, watching the horizon. Captain America's shield, held by the Statue of Liberty, reflected the serene light of the morning sun.

I turned to her. "What about you, Lya? Are you going to look for your brothers?"

She lowered her gaze and walked towards me. Without saying a word, she wrapped me in a tight hug, before sealing our lips in an unexpected kiss. Her lips were soft and delicate, and their touch on mine was intense.

Our tongues intertwined and my body warmed up instantly. It had been years since I had felt something so deep. When she pulled away, a thin thread of saliva still connected us.

Her face flushed, Illyana looked out over the bay and, her voice trembling, said: "I want to be with you.Those words hit me like a straight arrow. I felt a growing warmth envelop me completely. Perhaps it was the cute Russian accent, or the fact that she was exuberant, or perhaps that this was the first time a woman had confessed to me.

But I was feeling like a king.

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This time, I pulled her to me. Crossing my arms around her small waist, I groped her ass with one hand, while with the other I brought her head close to mine.

Again, we kissed passionately. Yes, apparently my new life in this world began with an extremely sexy Russian girlfriend.

...

The next destination of our journey was clear. We still had a bit of time before we had to return to the Sanctum Sanctorum, so I wasted no time. While Illyana was preoccupied with taking pictures of the coffee we were drinking in the Marvel version of Starbucks, I was searching the internet for the fanciest hotel in the vicinity.

"Look, this picture is amazing! Ah... I don't want to undo the drawing the attendant made," said Illyana, who was looking at the cappuccino she had ordered. 

"You've saved this moment in the photo, there's no need to worry," I said, while still looking at my screen. I was searching like crazy for the best possible spot, with such intense concentration that it felt like my life depended on it.

Illyana held out her hand, slowly lowering the screen. "It's rude to touch your cell phone on a date"

That was like a punch in the gut; my desperation to find a place to have sex with Lya made her feel hurt by my lack of concentration. It hadn't even been two hours since I'd received a cell phone and I was already behaving like a child with Brain Rot.

Taking a deep breath, I apologized "Forgive me Lya, I was looking for a hotel to take you to right now"

Illyana's face flushed again "You... You don't have to be so quick" she said.

That sentence killed some of my dreams, but it was understandable that she didn't want to move things forward so quickly. After all, we had just been given the freedom to explore outside Kamar-Taj.

With a slightly shaky voice, she continued, "But... If you want it so badly. I don't see a problem, we can do it... I'm in the mood too" 

All my dreams are back, holy fuck I want to hit her pink russian tight pussy so bad. Thanks unnamed goddess, I really love my second life.

...

The hotel we chose was the Stark Tower Hotel, which belonged to the Stark Industries group. In this world, he appeared practically all the time. Walking down the street for a few minutes was enough to hear its name at least three times. Here, the Stark companies provided various services, from cars to taxi services and hotels.

Standing in front of that gigantic building, I looked up at the sky as I tried to understand just how big it was. The building was easily over a hundred stories high. When we entered, we made our reservation as quickly as possible and walked to our room.

Up seventy-two floors, we cross the corridor, open the door, close the door. And we turn on the lights. A gigantic bed in an apartment with a full view of the entire city.

But my eyes weren't looking out, I was completely focused on the woman in front of me. Illyana sat down on the bed, "How soft" she said.

Then she stopped, her face flushed again. 'Fuck it' I thought. Approaching the bed, I bent down and kissed Illyana's neck. Putting my hands inside the white blouse she was wearing, I unhooked her bra. 

Illyana's breasts weren't colossal, pun intended, but they were of considerable size. Her skin was soft, even though she was an extremely beautiful woman, she was still delicate and feminine. The smell of Lya's hair was sweet, a kind of citrus perfume that matched the golden color.

Withdrawing my hand, I looked at her bra. The red fabric made me wonder what the panties she was wearing looked like. Swallowing my saliva, I approached her for another kiss on the neck.

"Your heart is racing," she said with a smile. Close to her neck, I commented, "It's hard not to get excited with you around"

So I gently pushed her onto the bed. The blonde hair of that marvelous Russian woman spread across the bed, while she looked deep into my eyes with a little shyness. 

Running my hand along her stomach, I slowly lifted her shirt. Bringing it up to her neck, I could tell by her panting that she was also very excited. Then Illyana gathered her courage and helped remove her blouse.

Standing up a little, she pushed me aside and unzipped her skirt. Pulling down her pants, she looked at me with a determined, flushed face. "Just please be gentle. This is my first time doing... this...."

For a moment, time seemed to pause. I got out of bed and there, lying before me, was Illyana. Her blonde hair was spread out on the pillow. The strands fell messily over her shoulders, some resting on her delicate collarbone. 

Her pale skin, almost translucent in the soft light of the room, showed a slight chill that ran along the contours of her arms and up the curves of her breasts, which rose and fell with her anxious breathing.

The woman in front of me wasn't just lush, she was a work of art. I was standing in front of probably the most beautiful woman I had ever met.

Taking a deep breath, I put my knee on the bed. I quickly pulled down my pants and stuck out my penis. Illyana had both hands on her face, looking at me between the gaps in her fingers with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment.

But I wasn't prepared for what I would find after opening that woman's legs.

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[ To be Continued in MCRS #10 ]
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