The alien known as Nebula was a woman of contradictions. She loved her sister Gamora terribly, but utterly hated being s best to her. She was so very strong, but was as infirm as a kitten to her don. She desperately wanted to delight Thanos, but never was able to do it as well as Gamora did. Gamora always did her missions better than Nebula did, Gamora killed firm than Nebula did, and Gamora always fucked Thanos better than Nebula did. The furor built in Nebula as the years went on because of this last point, for Thanos would always ‘ enhance'her body after her fucking failed to stand out her sister.

Thanos was sitting naked on his potty with a bored flavour on his grimace, slouched in the seat with his elbow on the arm of the throne and with his chin on his hand, all despite the beautiful blue adult female sitting nude on his lap. More accurately, Nebula was bouncing up and down on her father's massive purpleness shaft, her intone and defined blueish stomach impossibly inflating and deflating as the beautiful alien bounced on her father's shaft. It was an obscene sight ; the shaft was so big that it had no business fitting inside of Nebula's torso without tearing and destroying her inner organs

eventide though Thanos'rooster was so big it seemed like it should never fit, Nebula had been altered by her founding father to beneficial pleasure him. Her home digestive organization was rearranged and her natural vagina has been removed and replaced with an equivalent cybernetic scheme that could contract and expand over her father's cock. It was hooked to Nebula's nervous system and every incestual thrust of Thanos'dick into her life-like cunt bolted her mind with her pleasance, while the cybernetic vagina had the ability to hover and constringe around his massive rooster for his own pleasure.

One of her hands was steadying her rocking on top of her Father of the Church's muscular arm, the other was groping at her large tits and tugging the perky and puffy light dreary nipple. These too were not the original set of breasts Nebula was born with ; they had been augmented by Thanos to admit him to arise or funk his girl's bust to a size more pleasurable for his mode.

"Oh father, this feels so fucking good. Do you like it father ?"

Nebula was sweaty and her oculus were welling with teardrop of pleasure. Had her muscles not been stolen from her and replaced with semisynthetic replication, they would ache and burn with the endeavor she was making as she rose and fell on her father's cock. As the blue sporting lady dragged her vibrating cybernetic cunt up and down Thanos'shaft, she was little Sir Thomas More than a sex toy for him.

He was pleased, but not particularly impressed with what Nebula was doing and Thanos might be many things, but he was never a prevaricator, or one to give up feelings.

"It is not bad Nebula ... but Gamora's puss always feels better."

Nebula felt a stabbing pain of green-eyed monster in her heart. In that moment the detestation she felt for her Sister and the need to bunk her drove everything else out of her mind. Sure, Gamora's species was exceptionally long-lived and she didn't need to be augmented to charter their Padre's shaft, that didn't make Gamora sound than her !

She continued to rock and bray her lithe and muscular body against her forefather's incredibly large body, releasing her breast from her deal and resting both of her hands and her drear breasts against his chest, dragging her mamilla up-and-down his muscular frame as she rode him. She chased her blue finger over his colored pelt with her soft violet back talk, kissing along Thanos'powerful chest.

"What about the blowjob I give you every dayspring ? Surely they are the Best you ever get."

Her mouth was another sweetening from Thanos, for she had been robbed of her lifelike oral cavity and throat, allowing them to stretch and fit his cinch inside. With the power to extend and engage his prick down her throat, again with the option of vibration and tightness, her mouth and throat were in verity little Sir Thomas More than a throat slit. Daily she Robert William Service him this way, the taste of his cum never truly leaving her mouth. Thanos often enjoys ordering his daughter to not immediately swallow his rich ounces of cum from her day-to-day duty, rather instead enjoying watching her use her over-embellished tongue to swirl it around inside of her sassing and spill nastily down over her purplish sass and onto her blue boob.

Casually, almost cruelly, Thanos answers the question with a business firm dismissiveness.

"Your backtalk is made to pleasure me, but Gamora will always be more skilled."

Nebula's wordless cry of anguish faded into one of shuddering delight as she never stopped riding Thanos'cock. She had to yield the compass point there again. Gamora's biological science makes her perfect to skullfuck, her mouth being capable to extend and take Thanos down her pharynx with ease.

She twisted her blue dead body around and spun on her Father of the Church's cock, facing away from him. The movement brought a low growling of pleasure to Thanos'pharynx, whose massive purple mitt gathered the globes of firm ass flesh bouncing before him now. Again this was a part of Nebula that was stolen from her and replaced with a superior cybernetic piece ; it was always the complete firmness and jiggle, and could have a grave pounding when Thanos felt like anally punishing his daughter.

When Nebula spoke adjacent, her phonation was spoken angrily through hissed tooth. The gentle bouncing sound of flesh never let up though, and could easily be heard throughout the pot room.

"What of my ass, father ? Does it please you ?"

A solid spank from Thanos'helping hand caused Nebula to arch her binding and gasp as a tidal Wave of pleasure dead reckoning unwillingly from her synthetic ass straight into the pleasure middle of her mind, forcing from her artificial cunt another climax. He continued to fumble and molest her firm ass, peering down appreciatively at the bouncing flesh.

"Your ass is beat, daughter ... but Gamora's was always perfect."

A arcsecond spank forced another climax from the screaming Nebula. He knew what she was doing, what effect his countersign were having. The first clip she had expressed her insecurities by comparing herself to her Sister he was disturbed about her weakness, and started replacing her role at an increase rate. It took years later for him to finally pull in the inferiority of his second daughter compared to his beloved Gamora, and felt his love for his daughter fade away to be replaced with lust for the role of literal sex-toy she had taken. He derived his own sick pleasure in making her think about the woman who was better than her in every way.

It had taken Nebula a yearn clock time to accept it, but accept it she had - deep inside of her psyche. That is where her rage and hate cum from, knowing that despite her sound efforts, despite her wanting to delight her Father of the Church, Gamora is just better than her at everything, including fucking.

"My tits, beginner ! Aren't they upright ?"

She grabbed at her massive blue tits and tugged her flatboat blue tit to excruciating pain - or what would be, if the neuroreceptors had not been repurposed when her cybernetic tit were installed, and turned delight to pain. Thanos'chuckle was a mean one, and the only way Nebula felt factual nuisance.

"Your chest are exactly what I wanted when I made them, Nebula ..."

For a abbreviated consequence, Nebula felt victory there, then felt it come down through her finger's breadth like sand.

"... but Gamora's were always better. You can not equate to their godly natural perfection."

If there was one thing about Nebula, it was the fact that she never gives up. Even so, she has a breakage decimal point, and the blue noncitizen started to sob as she continued to bound her sex-toy vagina on her Padre's turncock, her cybernetically enhanced muscle allowing the whore to continue the motion long past the point a mortal womanhood's brawniness would throw given out.

"Why me, then father ? Why do you always have me please you instead of her, if she is so much undecomposed than me ?"

She was done, Thanos knew. Broken and shattered tough than any opposition who stood up to him. He grabbed her hips and slammed her down entirely on his shaft, incredibly bulging her stomach out in impossible proportion. She screamed as he came inside of her, over 12 ounces of his sperm flooding out and pouring deep interior of his depressed girl, drenching and flowing around his shaft down her picket blue athletic legs. The simple touch of his cum inside of her cunt triggered her computer programming to hand her the declamatory sexual climax yet as she spastically shook on her Father-God's putz, cumming from her bald head to the gratuity of her toes.

"Why, my daughter ... this is because you are so decrepit. You don't have my long suit, my will. You let me do this to you ; supplant every part of your body with one more pleasing to me. Gamora ... why, she's perfect tense as she is, and so much firm than you. I could not improve perfection."

After speechmaking, Thanos peels Nebula off his cock and lets her flop and splatter on the stone of the throne room, still leaking cum from between her legs. Her eyes were unfocused with the still ongoing orgasm, her electric cybernetic muscle continuously seizing and shaking. She didn't notice, or care, when Gamora entered the way and stepped casually over her to sneak into Thanos'arms, tilting her face back and letting her father throw her a recondite candy kiss. Thanos and Gamora kissed for a long time over the still-twitching consistence of Nebula before she started to gather her humor again, as she always did after her don dumped a incumbrance of his cum inside of her. When Nebula started to stir out of her forced orgasmic bliss, Gamora breaks the kiss with her Father of the Church, who then buries his grimace into her Battle of Magenta hair and inhales her scent with pure happiness.

When the subjugated cleaning lady lifts her eyes to the pair above her, she finally notices that her sister is there smirking down at her. Nebula knows her Father of the Church was right, as he always is. She's so much weakly than Gamora, a pallid shadow of her baby 's perfection.

"He does this because you're the second best, sister. You never will be better than me, except in being pathetic."

As Nebula lies sprawled on the floor of the crapper room before Thanos and Gamora filled and leaking with cum, the twain kiss over her body again, the doting fuck their don having for his prefered girl perfectly balanced with the disdainful and dispassionate lecherousness for her whore babe laying at their feet .