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Dragonborn's Might makes Right by Infonticus

Game X-overs & Avengers Xover Rated: M, English, Adventure, Words: 356k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 1k+, Published: Aug 25, 2021 Updated: Jun 12, 2022

513Chapter 1

The Dragonborn's Might Makes Right (Evil!SI-OC, Skyrim, MCU, Waifu Catalog)

Warnings/Tags: Self Insert, Skyrim, Marvel, MCU, Multicross, Waifu Catalog, Harem, Fantasy, Smut, Rape, Magic, Slavery, Dark, Gamer Elements, Netori, Gender Bender, Asshole Protagonist

Chapter 1: A Land of Opportunities

This is the natural state of the universe: endless, unrelenting war.

Right here before your eyes is just one of the galaxy's many bloated empire capitals. A festering beacon for the lazy and the pacifistic. A bloated planet populated by these fat sheep who once spat down on you. Now? They exist solely for us to butcher and feast on.

So I order you all: Loot and pillage. Rape and kill. Ravage and enslave.

As is our right!

For this is our rightful place in the universe: As its bloody-handed conquerors!

Teach them that there is only one constant in reality, and that constant is conflict. That there is only one true god of mortals, and that god is violence. And that our god has only commandment, and that commandment is...

Might makes Right.

- The Dragonborn addressing his Dread Armada before pillaging the Nova Empire's capital world of Xandar

[Years ago]

Who I was mattered little anymore.

A mere mortal man. An avid Skyrim fan. A too-honest working man who impotently vented his rage in the gym. A man that was told that he should just be a good little boy and followed the rules set down by the rich and powerful who most certainly knew better than I. A man disillusioned by the empty promises of inner peace and prosperity.

I had sat alone in my flat in the dead of night playing my modded Skyrim- enjoying a quiet Saturday night.

One moment, I was relaxing on my comfy leather chair late at night in my bedroom- watching my computer screen as my Nord Warrior character furiously fucked a Redguard female Bandit Chief that I had defeated.

And in the next moment- by some divine hand- it was midday, I was suddenly standing on hard soil and I was in a place that was certainly not in my bedroom but instead looked like a cross between a landfill and a beach.

"What the hell?!" I half-growled and half-shouted in a voice that was most assuredly not mine. Deeper, much deeper like a soldier who had seen too much war.

I immediately jumped to my feet and glanced all around- Fight-or-Flight instincts kicking in. I raised my new massive fists armoured in gauntlets in preparation to fight for my life, but I found that there was no one around.

"There is only me in this landfill." my gravelly voice muttered in distaste.

My surroundings were only what appeared to be an endless sea of landfill all around me. Mountains and mountains of trash and refuse. The smell of rot and decay was beyond horrible as well. And more trash seemed to fall from the sky from colourful portals, it was incredibly odd.

But what was even odder was… everything really.

"Did someone drug me or have I finally snapped?" I wondered out loud as I raised my open palms to my face, before moving onto the rest of me. I was exactly like how my character in Skyrim was- I had become 300 pounds of tall, battle-hardened Nord Warrior clad in modded Dragonbone ebonsteel armour.

It was incredibly disconcerting.

Even more so when a phone rang in my... pocket?

I didn't even know Dragonplate armour had pockets. I attempted to fish it out and found a silver smartphone. It wasn't my phone, so it must have been the Dragonborns'. How could the Dragonborn have a phone?

Tapping at the glass screen, I was greeted by an open email.

= = = ][ = = =

Dear Mr. Hevnokren,

Warmest of greetings from the Company!

Though this is highly irregular, let us first start by sending our sincerest apologies and a brief explanation.

Due to a mishap, your soul (which we are legally required to state that the Company does not own and rightfully belongs in another omniverse and its Greater God) was claimed by one of our contractors and unlawfully brought within Company premises. This in turn drove your God to visit Company HQ in an effort to retrieve you. Due to certain Company core policies interacting with each other, we could not return you to your God.

However, The Company and your Greater God have come to an Agreement that has (legally) satisfied both parties.

So, allow us to welcome you to The Company as our newest contractor!

Due to the Agreement with your Greater God, your starting world [Marvel Cinematic Universe (w/ TVA)] and your body [The Last Dragonborn (M)] has already been chosen for you as well as [Pocket Dimension] to hold your inventory. Said options have been deducted from your starting credit as well.

We at the Company hope that this is the start of a long fruitful relationship with you.

Happy Hunting!

Sincerely,

Upper Management

P.S. Attached is a message from your Greater God.

= = = ][ = = =

That explains a lot of things.

The Company from Waifu Catalog. They were extradimensional slavers.

Man, woman, child, hero, villain, or eldritch gods- It didn't matter. The Company, with their immense and unknowable power, bought and sold them all like cattle; and Contractors were the title for the people who they charged with Capturing such beings.

For each person I Captured, the Company would pay me with Company Credits that scaled with the Capture's strength/skill/magical power/intelligence… Such Company Credits could be then used to purchase my own mind-controlled slaves or some magical power. And now, I was apparently one of said Company Contractors.

I couldn't help but grin.

This will be enjoyable.

"However… what does my Greater God have to say about this?" I wondered out loud as my armoured fingers deftly slid out from the envelope the message from my god. It was likely from Akatosh- the Dragon God of Time in The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim universe, and his spineless Five Commandments.

The folded paper was a tiny thing- no larger than a credit card.

Would it contain a heartfelt apology as it mournfully says that it sold me like chattel to reach whatever agreement they had with the Company? Or would it hold a command for me? Urging me to protect the weak and champion their causes?

Both possibilities had me rolling my eyes in disgust, at least… until I opened the letter.

The small slip of parchment had its edges lined with gleaming brass foil, and a coppery fragrance wafted as I unfolded it and read the brief message written in blood- bright, red and still wet as if it was freshly spilt.

= = = ][ = = =

Dear Hevnokren,

RAPE. KILL. PILLAGE.

FOREVER.

With Hugs and Kisses ❤,

Your God

= = = ][ = = =

"Ha….Hahahaha!" I couldn't help but boom with raucous laughter at the message. "What a relief! That doesn't sound like Akatosh at all!"

It was indeed a command from my God, and it was a command that I wouldn't mind fulfilling.

Molag Bal was a likely suspect. It even had that mocking tone to it with how it was signed with a cheery heart and star. But I know for a fact that even the Daedric Princes are small fry compared to the Company. The scale of power needed to even enter in negotiations with the Company for just my soul was beyond mortal imagination.

Those stars at the end looked incredibly suspicious as well. They were all too cheerful for such a morbid message. Maybe it was a joke or a hint? Either way, this was a god that almost seemed worthy of worship. But I had too many questions in mind for me to accept my mysterious Greater God without reservations.

Still… even my Greater God called me by that name.

Hevnokren.

It was my Skyrim character's name, but I'll admit that it's fitting now that I have become him.

It was an uncreative name that I made by smashing two words in Dragon Language: 'Hevno' meant 'Brutally' while 'Kren' meant 'Break.'

Hevnokren was a fitting name for an evil Dragonborn who I had made to be most aligned to Molag Bal, the Daedric Prince of Domination and Enslavement. An evil Dragonborn who had (by the power of modding) enslaved his enemies and now that I was a Contractor of the Company, it became even more fitting. It became a reality.

With the Mace of Molag Bal in one hand and Illusion Fear magic in the other, I played through Skyrim breaking my enemies' bones along with their minds.

And it was a playstyle that I fully intended on continuing here in Marvel.

I gave a vicious grin of murderous delight.

"I suppose it's settled then. My name is Hevnokren." I mutter to myself- testing it out. The reverberating bass of my voice was pleasing to my ears as it echoed in my dragonplate helm.

As for the first world, the MCU was a mid-tier universe in the Company's danger rating. Dangerous, but not exceedingly so for Contractors. Thankfully, it was also rich in captures that I could turn in for Company Credit.

Looking around, it was clear now where I was. The hulks of alien starships, the myriad of scrap and refuse, the glowing portals of every colour high up in the blue sky- every so often depositing more waste.

It was Sakaar.

The same Sakaar that was that garbage planet in Thor: Ragnarok. The same Sakaar with the millenia-old Grandmaster and his obsession with making mortals battle it out in his 'Contest of Champions.' The same Sakaar that had a very pathetic Valkyrie drunkenly drowning her sorrows in between bouts of capturing slaves for the Grandmaster.

"I'll be back for you later." I mutter to myself, making a mental note to get that Tier 5 Capture that was close by. Relatively. For now, I needed some answers.

Thankfully, the Company had a Helpdesk Hotline that could possibly answer.

"Give me information on my Greater God that entered into an Agreement with the Company." I gruffly demanded to the smartphone; and almost immediately, the response came to the screen in big bold text.

Client information, their transactions, and agreements are strictly confidential.

"I see. The Greater God is playing tricks with me. Fine, keep your secrets for now." I nodded in understanding. "But that wasn't going to stop me from following their instructions- I was going to do that anyway."

I had no inclination to be a goody two-shoes hero. So many other Contractors were trying too hard to be good people despite being in the profession that often bordered on slave-trading. They were also the type of people who would jump into a pool and complain that they were now wet. That wasn't something that I was going to do.

No, I was going to do as my Greater God had urged me to do: To kill and dominate, to rape and enslave, to take and pillage.

There were entire worlds past this filthy landfill that I was in. A world of opportunities as they say. Because for as long as there are many others who collectively possess their millions of acres and their thousands of tonnes of gold... and their sisters and daughters, I will never lack for opportunities.

"But first, my build." I brought up the Company App, and selected what I need. I had done the Waifu Catalog on the internet before. Never thought it was real, but now at least I knew my way around the options. My dragonbone-covered finger tapped against the glass screen of the Company smartphone.

I purchased no waifus. After all, why buy when I can just take? For just like waifus, immense power could be bought from the company for a price.

A swipe down to see the options here. A few options selected there. And before I knew it, I couldn't help but give a visceral grin as I pressed enter.

[Fight for your Life], [Deathmatch] and [No Future]

Ten other enemy Company Contractors will arrive from other universes, one after the other, for me to do battle with.

Each one of them will wield the Waifu Catalog that I had been empowered with; with their own band of waifus at their backs and their own choices in perks and skills that they bought from the they will not hesitate to leverage every ounce of their powers against me.

Because upon their arrival to this universe, our Company Phones will send us information about each other's faces and names.

And then the fun begins.

Because whoever wins will have claim to this universe, its riches and its captures. The loser will likely enter service as one of their (genderbent) waifus or be sold off. A waifu or two in their collection might just that: other Company Contractors that fell to them. And that's why there will be no mercy: It will only be kill or be killed.

Only the strongest will survive- just as it should.

Most importantly, I assigned all my points into my Heritage. Company Option that would transform me into something more than human and grant powerful abilities. And of course, as Dragonborn, I chose [Dragon Heart] and [Dragon Scale].

Dragon Heart gave me the abili-

VOOOOOOOMMMMM!

A low flying and vaguely familiar-looking ship flew overhead from where I was- making me pause my reading of the things on my Company Smartphone.

Being found this fast was not what I expected to happen, but as I glanced around and found only mountains of sci-fi refuse as far as the eye could see. I had to admit that the fact that I was the only life form that stood upright in about a 10km radius would make me stand out.

I tilted my helmeted head up to look at it- trying to discern why the vessel looked familiar. A winged spacecraft with a large glass dome for a cockpit at the front. Its white-painted fuselage was covered in odd black and red symbols. Was it…

The spark of recognition lit up in my blood red eyes and I couldn't help but grin viciously under my Dragonplate helmet. There was no mistaking it now, that was the Warsong- Valkyrie's ship.

"How fortuitous." I couldn't help but mutter as the ship wobbled a bit before landing just a few meters away from me. Up close, it was larger than it first appeared- it was actually half the size of your typical American suburban home.

A metal ramp seemed to slither out the front and the glass-like dome of the cockpit opened up- just in time for the pilot's voice to call out from the interior.

"Alright, you wannabe Asgardian!" her clearly drunken voice slurred out, "Out here in the middle of nowhere is a bad place to get preoccupied with that comms of yours."

I had idly wondered if the characters were going to be depicted as the MCU had casted them to be or if they were going to be by their comic book counterparts.

It seemed that I finally had my answer- it was the former, but more… larger than life. Because that was not a Tessa Thompson look-alike that stumbled out the ship. No, I would say that the ex-Asgardian known as Valkyrie now looked like her older, hotter sister.

No human actress could compare to how good she looked before my eyes now.

'Comic Book Pretty' was how I'd described her: A flawless hourglass figure that was hugged tight and emphasized by her black leather outfit, larger breasts that made a generous D-cup swell on the glossy black leather of her armour, a prettier face still decorated by those white tattoos across her forehead and eyes, and a graceful jawline with pouty lips.

"Take a pic," She scoffed with mocking in her voice, "it'll last longer."

She still had no idea how in over her head she was. It was amusing for me.

"Good idea." I agreed- my deep voice rumbling out with a cheerful lilt. Raising my Company Phone in my gauntleted hand, I snapped a photo of her standing there with her arms crossed over the black leather of her chest and a vaguely amused smirk on her lips.

It would make a nice memento for her to remember the last hour she spent as a free woman.

"I don't suppose you can give me a ride to the city?" I joked to her as I pretended to pocket the Company Phone in my greaves, but just disappeared it into my [Pocket Dimension].

"Sure, I can do that." She readily agreed with an easy smile before fishing something small and metallic out of her pocket. "Just put this on first."

Her slender hand suddenly darted like a striking snake- the shiny metallic thing flying through the air that was too fast for human eyes to catch. Except…

I wasn't human- I was the Akatosh-be-damned Last Dragonborn.

Holding up the metallic disk by its edges like you would a coin between my dragonbone-covered fingertips, I studied the little disk and nodded in recognition.

"Ah, it's one of those 'obedience aids' the one you put on… excitable prisoners." I commented with a happy tone- drinking in the look of surprise on Valkyrie's face as her dark eyebrows rose almost to her hairline.

"You're quick with your hands for a big guy!" She remarked with an interested smile. I suppose it was true. I should be a bit around seven feet tall right now. Valkyrie also began bumping her fists together to make that light blue holographic interface that I knew would activate the turrets to her ship. The metal gauntlets that she wore were clearly the control devices for her ship's guns, albeit, they were not that reliable.

"Do you need a minute?" I offered as I watched her grunt and the blue hologram just flickering on and off.

"No, no, I'm good. Just. Need to." She furiously grunted each word as she fist bumped herself before, "C'mon, stupid tech…"

There was a good reason why I was not afraid. More than just from the inherent ability that being Dragonborn gave me. I also bought [Martial Talent] from the Company- ensuring that the leftover muscle memory that this Last Dragonborn body was incorporated into my subconscious.

I knew how to fight like an actual Dragonborn.

Just looking at her and the surroundings, I could think of two dozen ways to disable her with just my bare hands.

"There!" She exclaimed as the blue hologram interface finally began solidly glowing and humming. The loud metallic whirr of her ship's guns sounded out as they responded to their master's hand gestures. Guns large enough that they'd be at home on tanks aimed their large barrels at my chest.

"Okay, now put the tag on." She impatiently demanded, despite being the one who kept me waiting. "I'd rather not shoot you, but if you for-"

I immediately charged at her, activating [Dragon Heart] as I dashed my massive Dragonplate-clad form to her.

And as expected, she fired her ship's twin guns. Bright blue bolts of plasma spewed forth at a furious rate of fire- enough to mow down a platoon of soldiers in a single second. The first few shots landing on the ground in front of me were intended to be warning shots; but as soon as my ability took hold, she began truly opening fire at me.

[Dragon Heart] allowed me to transform into what essentially was a dragon mecha. I saw the fear in her eyes as my form cast a dark shadow over her- my form standing tall and proud at 3.5 meters in height- standing half a meter taller than the rim of a basketball hoop. A bipedal dragon mecha with wings- enhancing my strength and speed to something to even greater levels.

But most fearsome of all…

[Dragon Heart] allowed me to choose an elemental affinity that would become the focal point around which my dragon mecha form's armour, loadout and the traditional; dragon breath ability would revolve around. And as I stepped out of the smoke and dust, my choice in elements made my Dragon Mecha form into a metal juggernaut that gleamed a lustrous silver polish.

And Valkyrie didn't know it yet, but the reason for me being unharmed was due to the elemental affinity that I chose, and that element was...

Proto-Adamantium.

The comic book one that was an alloy mix of Adamantium, Vibranium and a mysterious third component. Not only did it absorb immense amounts of kinetic energy, it was also nigh impervious to abrasion and penetration, extreme temperature, and the whole electromagnetic spectrum of radiation.

All together, the comic book version of Proto-Adamantium was virtually unbreakable.

It took literal Gods to penetrate the centimeter thick Proto-Adamantium shield of comic book Captain America. My Dragon Mecha form had at least thrice the armor thickness. Valkyrie's ship guns felt like a fine mist of water on my face- barely even registering.

And thus, my reasoning. Why buy waifus from the Company when I can instead be indestructible?

"What the shi- Gwuaagh!" She grunted as my gleaming metal fist- the size of a whole basketball- rocketed down onto her where her enhanced physiology could barely draw her sword in time for her to clash with my fist. The sight of her grunting in vain had me chuckling malevolently as she tried to push back against my metallic dragon claw.

But in a show of dexterity that I did not expect from her, Valkyrie managed to aim her ship guns on me even as we were locked in this battle of strength that I was winning- the massive tank-like guns hummed ominously before discharging larger than normal bolts. Not that it helped her- the luminous supercharged bolts of blue plasma struck against my shiny metal outer skin- doing absolutely nothing to my Proto-Adamantium hide.

Two quick swipes of my proto-adamantium claws and her black-metal gauntlets simply fell off that she used to control her guns joined the rest of the rubbish on the ground. Her ship's guns whined as they powered down.

"Huah!" She roared out as she tried to kick against my crotch with all the force that her enhanced Asgardian physiology could muster in a last desperate attempt.

I barely felt it, but she did feel it when my other fist that I had behind my back this whole time- impacted with her abdomen. The air was brutally forced out of her and made her crumple to the ground- gasping for air.

Immediately, my massive metal hand pinned her to the tough, dry soil with such force that her sword fell from her grip.

Now without her primary weapon or secondary weapons, Valkyrie was looking more and more desperate- the earthy brown of her eyes glancing to her sword that lay within arms reach.

"Surrender, Valkyrie." My voice, that was once already gravelly and deep, had become that of a typical malevolent demon in films: Booming and with a deep reverberating bass that rumbled through your innards.

"N-Never!" She gasped, her fingers finding her sword's hilt once more.

"Zuun!"

I Shouted- casting the signature magic of the Dragonborn, the Thu'um. This particular shout was for disarming; and as soon as I uttered the word, the short sword in her hand suddenly went flying into a nearby scrapheap.

"So be it." I answered, clenching my gleaming metal claw into a massive fist.

Strikes to her jaw, to her abdomen, to her deltoids and to her forehead rained down on her. I did my best to reasonably hold back in this Dragon Mecha form as I forcefully beat the downed Valkyrie into submission. Her groans of pain eventually came to an end as she let out a pitiful whimper, and I finally stopped.

"I don't think I introduced myself." I cordially said to the beaten and bruised anti-hero as I transformed back into my heavily-armoured human form that she first saw. "My name is Hevnorak, and we are about to become good friends."

"N-no… please." She weakly begged as I grabbed her leather top and tore through it with my gauntletted fists. The leather tore like paper and her large d-cup chocolate mounds tantalizingly jiggled in the hot Sakaarian air.

"You'll be fine: You'll literally love it in about five minutes." I told her in a casual tone as I leaned close to her, tilting my helmet just enough to expose my mouth and bit down on her shoulder just enough to draw a bit of blood- making her whine pitifully at the pain as I swallowed the bit of her coppery blood.

[Dragon's Hoard] gave me the ability to Capture a waifu by biting down on them and swallowing their blood.

To Capture a waifu meant to nudge their minds to ensure the waifu's loyalty, friendship, and romantic and sexual interest in me. More than that, I only got my payment from the Capture after it had completed that time period.

The normal way by use of the [Company Stamp] to Capture waifus: A thumb-sized rubber stamp that would mark a waifu for Capture would take a whole 72 hours to ramp up and only at the end would they be Captured. As opposed to the [Dragon's Hoard] biting method which took only 5 minutes.

But onto more relevant things...

I moved on to her pants- tearing it the same way to expose her neatly shaved womanhood. Soft puffy outer lips the colour of smooth milk chocolate, and the delicate pink slit that lay between proved to be a tantalizing sight. But Valkyrie was still very dry; dry enough that I doubt it would be enjoyable even for me. What I wouldn't give for a bottle of lube right now… something to pack for later Captures, to be sure.

I took her raven-black ponytail in one hand and lifted her up to a sitting position- undoing my codpiece as well with the other. I hummed as my very large, almost wrist-thick member was exposed, the thick pillar of meat radiating heat as it sat upon her face. Valkyrie also whimpered helplessly at the sight- her face scrunching up in fright and hesitation. No doubt, she knew full well that it was going to be a very tight fit in her delicate pink pussy.

"Suck, or I'm going to stuff all this in you while dry." I warned her as I slapped my cock against her cheek with a meaty pat. With no more fight left in her, Valkyrie didn't even hesitate as she leaned forward a bit and encased the tip of my cock in her hot mouth- her plump red lips wrapped around the ridge of my cockhead.

Immediately after, her wet tongue swirling around the tip- obediently lapping up the big drop of precum that leaked out. She then proceeded to give a sloppy, but still capable blowjob. And she continued to surprise me with just how much dexterity she had for a woman drunk out of her gourd.

Her wet tongue, still hot from her elevated alcohol levels expertly dragged up and down my thick Nordic dragonborn shaft- leaving glistening trails of her saliva everywhere she went. And every so often, she would go back to suckling at the thick head of my shaft- slurping up the bit of precium that gathered at the tip.

I simply nodded along in approval and slight pleasure.

My enjoyment was interrupted by a chime from the Company Smartphone. Fishing it out of my 'pocket,' I checked the notification before putting it back in my inventory.

Capture Confirmed!

Name: Valkyrie

World: MCU (with TVA)

Effective Waifu Tier: Tier 5

Credits earned: 12

Current Credits: 12

Valkyrie was now Captured. Her mind was now constantly being nudged to the direction of unconditional love and obedience towards me.

I immediately pulled out my Company Smartphone and purchased [Sticky Fingers]. Fondling, massages, outright finger-fucking: the sensations that they caused were now enhanced beyond normal logic. The pleasure that they gave was so extreme that the threat of being deprived of it was enough to break a woman. It's good for enforcing obedience.

And as I was making my purchase, I also noticed how her blowjob immediately began to be more… affectionate and self-indulgent for her- like she was enjoying worshipping my large cock with her comparatively small hot mouth.

"From now on, you're going to be my convenient little cock-sucking slut, Valkyrie." I told her seriously, as she slurped up a bead of precum- moaning around my shaft, "And you're going to enjoy it."

Her kisses became more loving as they lingered on the glistening skin of my shaft. Her long licks of her hot tongue slowed to a loving crawl as she savoured the flavour. And as she fondly engulfed the thick head of my cock in her hot wet mouth, she would look up at me with those chocolate brown eyes molten with lust and longing as they pleadingly met with my blood red ones.

"Show me how wet you are, and how much you want it, my slutty Valkyrie." I ordered her as I let go of her dark ponytail. Looming over her smaller 5'8" form with my 7' one, I watched with interest as she didn't even hesitate to lay back on the soil- panting with desire as she was.

The ruined remains of her black leather pants that clung around her calves offered no semblance of modesty to her: Everything from her knees up was bare… and glistening wet with arousal. Trails of wetness decorated her creamy chocolate inner thighs as she spread her legs wide open and far apart.

And between her spread thighs lay my prize. Puffy fleshy lips wetly presented the glittering pink slit slightly open with arousal- the delicate candy-pink lips trembled under my gaze as droplets of fresh honey leaked from her eager entrance. Valkyrie whimpered in unbearable arousal- it was almost cute how she sounded like a small animal.

"I want it so bad!" she admitted aloud which made the pink inner lips of her pussy clench in desire, "Fuck me, please!"

I was momentarily surprised at the declaration. The default binding process wasn't supposed to put their libido into overdrive, but I suppose Valkyrie was just a horny drunk- which serves my purposes well. And that fact only made it all the more important that I fuck her brains out here and now so that she'll be a more affectionate waifu for me.

"That's a good slut." I growled with relish and approval as I knelt down between her spread legs- my form still encased in my dragonplate ebonsteel armour as I wanted to fuck this AWOL valkyrie once before relocating back to her place where I can properly make her my slut. An even bigger slut at least.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" She cheered me on as I lined the thick cockhead with her tight pink entrance- her chocolate brown eyes alight with hungry excitement like a starving woman at a buffet. Her juicy pink slit looked like a deliciously tight fit when compared with the almost wrist-thick manhood that was lined up against it.

And I was right.

'Her pussy was indeed a deliciously tight fit' I realised that fact as I sank my thick cock into her drooling wet hole. The silky inner walls of her womanhood clung incredibly snug around my shaft- gripping and writhing as I pushed the thick head deeper and deeper into her- stirring up her hot depths with a delicious wet slap as pussy juice came streaming out of her over-filled hole.

"Fuck yessss!" She cried out in ecstasy with her sly and still slurred voice as I filled every hidden space in her sensitive pink folds from her clenching entrance all the way to her Asgardian womb with a hot and unyieldingly hard cock. Valkyrie already seemed close to climax as it were- her tight little hole squeezing and pulling all around my shaft.

Then I started actually moving.

And Valkyrie came immediately- howling her pleasure in a long drawn out moan as she hooked her heels around my back as much as she could in a desperate effort to draw me deeper. And I obliged her, my dragonbone gauntlets gripping her by her narrow waist and turning each already womb-teasing thrust into one that had the tip of my cock prying her most precious place open- depositing a bit of precum just inside her womb.

"Oh fuck, it's reaching so deep in me!" Valkyrie moaned out as slender hands reached up to grab onto wherever she could on my armour. "Faster, please!"

And again, I obliged- my hands forcing her hips down onto mine faster and faster. The sounds of that wet sliding noise wetly rang out as her pussy squirted out a bit more juice out from where we were connected. Her wet inner walls were just getting wetter and wetter- making each thrust easier than the last. It was like her body was encouraging me to slide even deeper into her hot, welcoming womanhood.

"I'm Cumming~!" Valkyrie announced with a joyous scream. Her silky smooth and incredibly wet inner walls clenching down like a velvety vice around my thrusting shaft- teasing the head of my shaft with its undulating inner folds.

She squirted her climax- coating my shaft and balls with her clear girl-cum, and splattering a bit more on my armour.

Being a gentleman, I shifted a hand down from her hip- my dragonbone-encased thumb finding that little nub right atop where I was enthusiastically plundering her sensitive little hole with my thick fleshy rod of hot throbbing cock. The unexpected contact with her sensitive clit made her brown eyes fly wide open as she jolted at the sudden influx of pleasure emanating from her swollen pink button.

"CUHMMING~!" She announced not even a minute after her first one- bucking her hips over and over again to meet my thrusts and push her sensitive clitoris against the smooth, hard surface of my armoured thumb- coating the dragonbone with her clear nectar.

Valkyrie moaned and shuddered and squeezed down tight as she came hard, and it was only drawn out by how I never stopped my rapid, womb-deep thrusting. Something which she definitely appreciated, and to think, I wasn't even close to my first orgasm.

But that was fine- we had time.

"I'm not stopping until I cum." I told her as I lifted her off the ground- practically weightless with my strength. Seeing that she was slowing down, I stretched out a hand and brought it down- making her squeak by my ear as my palm met her ass in a resounding smack.

"Keep moving for as long as you can." I ordered her as I forced her down to the hilt of my cock. She was obedient enough to follow my command too- bouncing herself up and down on my cock even as I began carrying her up the ramp to her ship which- by extension- was my ship as now. "AND you're going to teach me how to fly this ship."

"I- I don't think I can- Oh fuck you're so big- do both at same TIIIIMEEE~!" She screamed as she came again- the powerful downward slam timed with me sitting down on the pilot's chair- driving my cock even harder and deeper than usual. The downside was that I might just have to sit in a wet spot of girl cum until we get to her place.

"Try anyway and I'll cum inside you as a reward." I reassured her as if I wasn't already planning on doing that in the first place.

"O-okay..." She replied with a hesitant look as I lay back in what used to be her chair and let her move for me- simply enjoying the view of this Asgardian beauty bouncing her slender milk chocolate body up and down across my dragon-bone armoured torso.

"Maybe I should just make that your purpose." I suggested to her as my climax approached. Her utterly soaked and silky inner walls were also finally bringing me close to a climax- the smooth folds' constant squeezing and milking feeling amazing as they snugly encased my cock. "For me to carry you around like you're a convenient cocksleeve and cumdump as I do whatever errand I have for the day."

"I bet you'll like that…" I taunted her as my fingers once again found her swollen clit- giving it a little tweak as I continued, "Won't you, Valkyrie?"

"Yes… YES!" She shamelessly admitted- pushing her hips against my digits in an effort to mash her love button against my fingers, "I want to be your cumdump!"

"Good, because that's what you're going to be!" I announced as my climax finally arrived and I made certain that she knew that it did.

I gripped her waist in both hands and drove the thick pillar of hot throbbing cock into her as deep as it can go- battering open the rubbery door to her womb with the thick head of my throbbing cock. And as I made certain that her swollen clitoris was pressed up against the cool ebony belt buckle that I had on, Valkyrie's own finish washed over her making her buck her hips uncontrollably against mine as I came with her.

My cock pulsed powerfully inside her as I shot the first thick hot load into her defenseless Asgardian womb- painting it white. Despite the pleasure, I kept my blood red eyes open so that I could behold this sight and what a glorious sight it was.

Asgard's last valkyrie went mad with pleasure on my cock-her nails clawing against the dragonbone chestplate as I pumped her full of my potent seed. The look of pure rapture on her features- her mouth wide open in a scream of ecstasy, her brows furrowed and her eyes clenched as she drank in the feeling of her womb's walls being painted white with hot virile semen.

Eventually, she came down from her orgasmic high and her chocolate brown eyes flew open in shock before settling on my own blood red eyes.

"You're still hard." her weak voice stated- a tone of disbelief colouring her voice.

"And you still haven't started teaching me how to fly this ship." I responded in a matter-of-fact tone. I shifted her around on my still throbbing hard cock so that she was in the reverse cowgirl position and better positioned to operate the ship.

Just the movement was enough to make her shudder in pleasure, but like a good valkyrie, she followed orders as her still shaky slender hands went for the controls.

"O-okay, the first step is the pre-engine start check. The onboard computer will perform a Power-On Self-Test before … Eep!" her cute voice squeaked as I fondled the smooth chocolate orbs of her pillowy ass- making her rock back and forth with my still-hard cock deep inside her.

"Continue." I nudged her to continue in spite of my fondling of her admittedly fine rear. I wasn't too concerned if she did crash the ship either as I could definitely just jump off and land on my feet with both of us unharmed.

"L-like I was saying…" She began as I occupied my hands as I listened to her explanations. Her own hands pointing and gesturing to the various controls and screens as I fucked her in a languid pace.

But despite being distracted, Valkyrie was pretty decent with explaining things to me. The startup, the liftoff, the general maneuvering of the spacecraft, the operation of the various periphery systems like the comms and sensors...

My constant prodding of her with my questions (and my cock) kept things interesting for her as well. And soon enough, the Warsong rumbled alive around us and the whine of the turbines keened as we lifted off into the air.

The sight of the blue horizon filled our view: the kilometers of trash heaps that made the land look like a chaotic multicoloured mess of refuse and water; the constant stream of waste the broken up metal wrecks of ships and machinery- pouring out from the colourful wormholes high above the atmosphere; the towering skyscrapers made of the same scraps as everything else was visible in the far distance- turning the blue horizon toothy with their silhouettes.

The sight had a poignant beauty to it. And more importantly, it was the type of sight that was best appreciated while an Asgardian valkyrie's pussy did its best to milk you dry of your semen.

"S-Scrapper 142 to Sakaar City ATC, requesting- Mmm- clearance to approach." She stuttered into the comms- as she shuddered in another orgasm- rocking her hips back and forth. The latest in a long series of ones in the last hour or so.

"Sakaar City ATC to Scrapper 142, you are clear for approach." The local air traffic control replied through the comms and she piloted us to the docking bay on a haphazard metal skyscraper that held her apartment. It was also conveniently close to the Arena and Grandmaster's tower.

The Grandmaster's tower had the faces of the Arena Champions carved onto its side. And as I glanced at the faces, I found that Hulk's had yet to be placed there. A lot of time before Avengers: Age of Ultron, then.

"Can I have some clothes at least, Hevnoraak?" She requested in a meek voice just as we began to descend into the hangar bay. A quick tap of a button on my Company SmartPhone and a plush white sabre cat cloak appeared in my hand before I offered it to her. "M-my thanks."

"Enjoy it while it lasts, I'll be claiming you more thoroughly once we regain some measure of privacy." I softly huskily whispered into her ear as I leaned in over her shoulder. That seemed to send shivers up and down her spine, and made her squeeze tightly around my member- just in time for us to touch down on the landing pad.

Holding Valkyrie by the waist, I lifted her off my cock- promptly making her whimper at the sudden loss of the feeling of being filled up with my hot length and causing me to hiss as the cool air hit my shaft. I set her down on the co-pilot's seat beside me as I tucked myself back in my codpiece.

I pulled out another cloak made of a simple black cloth this time and put it on- hiding my dragonplate armour from view and shrouding my face.

"I believe we were going to your place, Valkyrie?" I asked her rhetorically as I grabbed her ass through the cloak. Nodding, Valkyrie shakily stood up- clad only in the ruined piece of black-leather outfit and the smooth white sabre cat cloak that I covered her in.

"R-right." She replied with a small moan as she led the way- the pitter patter of my semen dripping from between her legs and onto the metal floor with every step visibly mortifying her in embarrassment.

The busy port/marketplace with its bustling crowds of xenos paid us no mind as we walked to her place. And as we did, I couldn't help but be in awe at the fact that I was truly in an alien world. That I had been given the Waifu Catalog and was in the movies that I had enjoyed watching.

Now however, it was more than just movies and movie characters: These were actual real people.

Lifeforms and souls of all walks of life were gathered here in Sakaar. And it was a diverse crowd of some humans and so many xenos. From insect-like bug people to pink-skinned human-like to some Kree to some humans. All living in relative harmony.

At the al fresco of one restaurant was a colourful group of adolescent females of each species gossipping and giggling like you would see teenagers would do on earth. And as Valkyrie and I walked, we passed by a grinning human man in a biker-like jacket walking side-by-side with an insectoid xeno with the body language that shouted 'I'm with my best mate!'

They were just samples of the many, many sights of the type of thing you'd see on Earth. Only across races.

It was… nostalgic.

Others would look at such xenos with their chitinous insect mandible as enemies of mankind- something to rally against. Others would look at them as potential friends and families. Yet others still would look at them and see customers and walking labour-generating wallets.

But I was different.

Because I knew then that for as long as there are many others who collectively possess their millions of acres and their thousands of tonnes of gold, and their sisters and daughters, I will never lack for opportunities.

And as my blood red eyes look at the universe around me…. To these masses of people, and to the sky above us where more worlds held even more souls. To various civilizations that spanned all the cosmos, To Asgard, to the Nova Empire, to the Kree, to the Sovereign, To Earth and its mightiest heroes.

… I couldn't help but grin viciously under my dragonbone helm as I saw nothing but opportunities.

[The Citadel at the End of Time]

In a dark foreboding castle nestled on an asteroid, a bright holographic screen the size of a pool table was lit up in a luxurious study room.

And on that screen, was a shining blue line that represented the Sacred Timeline- the entire chronological flow of events across time and space. Everything that has happened and most of what will happen; but most importantly, everything that was supposed to happen was displayed in that single blue line.

The invention of fire. The building of the pyramids. The myriad wars that ravaged the world of Earth. The formation of the Earth's so-called greatest heroes. The rise of Ultron and the Sokovian Accords that responded to it. The Mad Titan on his quest to collect the Infinity Stones and his subsequent victory. The time-travelling of the Avengers that brought them their final, hard-earned victory over the Mad Titan.

All of it was ordained to occur in the Sacred Timeline. Or at the very least, acceptable variations of it.

The extratemporal organization that was the Time Variation Authority existed out of time to keep it that way. Millions of men and women toiled and sacrificed their lives in a tireless effort to maintain the Sacred Timeline as just that- Sacred. Free of deviation and free of the dangers of multiversal war.

But now despite their efforts, the shining blue line that represented the Sacred Timeline that was an almost perfectly straight horizontal line with only slight curves...

...was now shooting straight up at an almost right angle.

It was the equivalent of a train swerving off the tracks and off a bridge. Only that the train's cargo was the entire multiverse, their passengers were completely oblivious to the inevitable crash, and the train engineer responsible for driving it spontaneously became blind and deaf.

Said man was currently in purple robes standing in front of the screen- panickedly running his fingers through the dark curls of his short cropped hair. The fear and sweat on his dark face was lit up by the light shining off the holographic screen.

"No, no, no, no. This wasn't part of the script!" He shouted- his voice high and terrified, "None of this was supposed to happen!"

"Golly, Mister He-Who-Remains, is there anything I can do to help?" a homely feminine voice of a southern belle asked out of concern. The source of the voice was a holographic projection of an orange, anthropomorphic clock that floated over his shoulder- his custom AI. A look of deep worry on her animated cartoon-drawn face.

"Don't you understand the gravity of the situation!?" The man now named as He-Who-Remains roared as he glowered fiercely at the cartoon- as if he couldn't believe such a stupid question. "The Sacred Timeline in its entirety, all that was ever was or will be. It's all spiraling out of control!"

The clock hologram shrunk back from his angry outburst.

"But sir," she meekly appealed to him, "you know everything about the timeline."

"No, I don't! Not anymore!" he angrily dismissed, throwing his hands up in frustration- the purple sleeves of his robe fluttering in the air, "This anomaly baffles any attempt to know more about it, and I was the one who started this Timeline!"

"But sir… surely the TVA can help fix it. You founded it for that purpose! To preserve the Sacred Timeline!" the clock hologram reasoned to him. And that seemed to give the man pause.

"Yes, the TVA." He muttered, seeming to have remembered their existence only now when he was reminded of them. With a wave of his hand, holographic folders appeared before him, he deftly plucked one from the stack- brought it to the gigantic screen where the bending Scared Timeline was displayed.

An image of a world surrounded by portals appeared on the massive holographic display.

"This place… this time… A planet called Sakaar. Year 2010, Earth Local." He began as he threw the hologram of the folder at the Clock AI who caught it in her hands. "Send all the available units you have within the next few minutes. Do you hear?"

"But the TVA can't mobilize that many Minutemen that quickly." She attempted to explain. The order seemed to shock the Clock AI, her face scrunched in a sheepish look of concern.

"SEND EVERY AVAILABLE PERSONNEL, DO YOU HEAR ME? EVERY LAST ONE!" He-Who-Remains furiously roared with a wide backhand that went through her holographic face.

"NOW!" He urged her- the urgency in his voice was only matched by the look of desperation in his dark eyes. "BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!"

"Aye aye, He-Who-Remains Sir!" She called out as she blinked from existence- already zooming to TVA HQ to inform them all.

Now alone in his study, He-Who-Remains slumped back into the red leather of his chair- a pit of dread growing in his belly. For the first time in countless eons, he did not know what to do next. Something new and unexpected had come to the multiverse; and by their very existence, they were changing the very course of history and destiny.

Whoever or whatever they are. He-Who-Remains could only hope that they were weak enough for the TVA to deal with.

But the worst has yet to come. Soon enough, the point will come when not even he would be able to reenter the Sacred Timeline without making ruinous sacrifices.

And right now, he had to make a rather big one as well, for it is better to excise the anomaly and the surrounding timeline than to risk it metastasizing elsewhere. With a few tired taps of his finger on his Tempad, he shut the temporal and metaphysical door behind his own troops- trapping that anomaly in that timeline with the TVA.

But he could not help but dread the possibility that it would be the reverse...

That it would be the TVA who was trapped in a timeline with the anomaly.

- Chapter 1 End -

Chapter 2: A Lady's Timely Arrival scheduled for posting on Friday

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AN: This was deliberately written to be dark and edgy. If you can almost smell the Doritos and Mountain Dew on my fedora, then I have succeeded in writing this as intended. Otherwise, I would have written a more light-hearted fic with a more hilarious sneaky stealth-archer/ Equipped Clothing Thief playstyle.

Also, I dislike the TVA. They exist in this story to be destroyed. So, expect no mercy.

FAQ:

Concerning the narrative direction:

'zero fucks given' chaotic evil route

Magic focus instead of the usual tech focus in MCU fics

The MC's playstyle is not purely optimised for maximum munchkinry, and that's deliberate. The Waifu Catalog is inherently OP AF, so in an effort to keep things interesting, the MC has a specific gimmick/theme/playstyle to fulfill. (i.e. an indestructible dragon-mecha Dragonborn)

Since this is a Marvel world, it still runs on Rule of Cool.

Concerning the Waifu/Harem:

Staying faithful to the MCU for the most part in regards to casting. Just imagine them to be more attractive versions of the cast. (i.e. the unattainable 'comic book pretty' rather than just 'hollywood pretty.' )

Harem will mostly be composed of Marvel gals (Will include some Marvel Comics characters. Death in particular, because hot goth girl. Might include some others.)

Gals from other IPs will be included though (Currently have two waifus from Genshin Impact in mind thanks to my beta-reader, ergo I'm open to suggestions.)

(I could go for some Baja Blast Mountain Dew with some Cool Ranch Doritos with a cheddar cheese dip right now though.)

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