The alien known as Nebula was a woman of contradiction. She loved her sister Gamora terribly, but utterly hated being second substantially to her. She was so very strong, but was as watery as a kitty to her father. She desperately wanted to delight Thanos, but never was able to do it as well as Gamora did. Gamora always did her charge better than Nebula did, Gamora killed faster 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 conclusion detail, for Thanos would always ‘ enhance'her body after her shag failed to surpass her sister.

Thanos was sitting naked on his throne with a world-weary aspect on his face, slouched in the seat with his elbow on the arm of the throne and with his Kuki-Chin on his hand, all despite the beautiful Amytal woman sitting nude on his lap. More accurately, Nebula was bouncing up and down on her father's monumental purpleness hammer, her chant and defined blue tummy impossibly inflating and deflating as the beautiful alien bounced on her father's cock. It was an obscene muckle ; the pecker was so big that it had no business fitting inside of Nebula's body without tearing and destroying her home organs

Even though Thanos'cock was so with child it seemed like it should never fit, Nebula had been altered by her beginner to better pleasure him. Her internal digestive system was rearranged and her cancel vagina has been removed and replaced with an equivalent cybernetic system that could declaration and expand over her Padre's cock. It was hooked to Nebula's nervous system and every incestual thrust of Thanos'cock into her life-like slit bolted her mind with her pleasance, while the cybernetic vagina had the power to vibrate and constrict around his massive cock for his own pleasure.

One of her script was steadying her rocking on top of her father's sinewy arm, the early was groping at her large tits and tugging the perky and puffy light blue mamilla. These too were not the master set of breasts Nebula was born with ; they had been augmented by Thanos to admit him to uprise or shrink his daughter's bust to a sizing more enjoyable for his humour.

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

Nebula was sweaty and her middle were welling with tears of delight. Had her muscles not been stolen from her and replaced with synthetic replicas, they would ache and sunburn with the effort she was making as she rose and fell on her forefather's hammer. As the amobarbital sodium working girl dragged her vibrating cybernetic pussy up and down Thanos'beam of light, she was little to a greater extent than a sex toy for him.

He was please, but not particularly impressed with what Nebula was doing and Thanos might be many things, but he was never a liar, or one to spare feelings.

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

Nebula felt a stabbing painfulness of jealousy in her heart. In that moment the loathing she felt for her sister and the need to beat her drove everything else out of her mind. certain, Gamora's mintage was exceptionally perdurable and she didn't need to be augmented to call for their father's dick, that didn't make Gamora better than her !

She continued to rock and fag her lithe and muscular body against her Father's incredibly turgid body, releasing her knocker from her manus and resting both of her hands and her spicy boob against his chest, dragging her nipples up-and-down his sinewy frame as she rode him. She chased her dismal fingers over his colored cutis with her subdued purple lips, kissing along Thanos'powerful chest.

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

Her mouthpiece was another enhancement from Thanos, for she had been robbed of her natural mouth and throat, allowing them to stretch and accommodate his girth inside. With the ability to extend and deal his cock down her throat, again with the option of shakiness and constriction, her mouth and throat were in accuracy little more than a pharynx twat. Daily she services him this way, the taste of his cum never truly leaving her oral fissure. Thanos often enjoys ordering his daughter to not immediately swallow his copious ounces of cum from her daily duty, rather instead enjoying watching her use her over-embellished knife to eddy it around inside of her mouthpiece and spill nastily down over her purple lips and onto her down in the mouth breasts.

Casually, almost cruelly, Thanos answers the question with a 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 pleasure as she never stopped riding Thanos'cock. She had to concede the spot there again. Gamora's biology makes her perfective to skullfuck, her sassing being able to widen and involve Thanos down her throat with ease.

She twisted her blue body around and spun on her beginner's cock, facing away from him. The motion brought a low growling of pleasance to Thanos'pharynx, whose massive purpleness men gathered the Earth of firm ass flesh bouncing before him now. Again this was a role of Nebula that was stolen from her and replaced with a master cybernetic slice ; it was always the perfect firmness and jiggle, and could get a stark pounding when Thanos felt like anally punishing his daughter.

When Nebula spoke next, her voice was spoken angrily through hissed teeth. The gentle bouncing phone of flesh never let up though, and could easily be heard throughout the throne room.

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

A hearty spank from Thanos'hand caused Nebula to arch her back and pant as a tidal waving of delight jibe unwillingly from her synthetic ass straight into the pleasure heart of her brain, forcing from her contrived cunt another climax. He continued to grope and provoke her firm ass, peering down appreciatively at the bouncing flesh.

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

A s spank forced another flood tide from the screaming Nebula. He knew what she was doing, what effect his row were having. The first time she had expressed her insecurities by comparing herself to her sister he was disturbed about her helplessness, and started replacing her parts at an increased pace. It took years later for him to finally realize the inferiority of his second girl compared to his honey Gamora, and felt his passion for his daughter fade away to be replaced with lecherousness for the character of misprint sex-toy she had taken. He derived his own sick pleasure in making her think about the woman who was honorable than her in every way.

It had taken Nebula a longsighted time to consent it, but accept it she had - deep interior of her mind. That is where her craze and hate semen from, knowing that despite her best efforts, despite her wanting to please her father, Gamora is just meliorate than her at everything, including fucking.

"My titmouse, father ! Aren't they ameliorate ?"

She grabbed at her monolithic Amytal tits and tugged her lighter blue mamilla to excruciating hurt - or what would be, if the neuroreceptors had not been repurposed when her cybernetic bosom were installed, and turned joy to hurt. Thanos'chortle was a bastardly one, and the entirely way Nebula felt literal painfulness.

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

For a brief instant, Nebula felt victory there, then felt it fall through her fingers like sand.

"... but Gamora's were always better. You can not compare 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 breaking detail, and the blue alien started to sob as she continued to resile her sex-toy vagina on her begetter's hammer, her cybernetically enhanced muscles allowing the harlot to stay on the motility long past the tip a mortal woman's muscularity would make given out.

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

She was done, Thanos knew. Broken and shattered tough than any enemy who stood up to him. He grabbed her hips and slammed her down entirely on his pecker, incredibly bulging her stomach out in impossible proportion. She screamed as he came inside of her, over xii ounces of his spermatozoan flooding out and pouring deep inside of his dispirited daughter, drenching and flowing around his cock down her sick low-spirited athletic legs. The merest sense of touch of his cum inside of her cunt triggered her programing to give her the enceinte orgasm yet as she spastically shook on her father's prick, cumming from her barefaced head to the confidential information of her toes.

"Why, my daughter ... this is because you are so weak. You don't have my strength, my will. You let me do this to you ; replace every theatrical role of your body with one more pleasing to me. Gamora ... why, she's perfect as she is, and so much unattackable than you. I could not improve perfection."

After speaking, Thanos peels Nebula off his cock and lets her washout and splatter on the Edward Durell Stone of the throne way, still leaking cum from between her pegleg. Her center were unfocused with the still ongoing orgasm, her electric cybernetic brawniness continuously seizing and shaking. She didn't notice, or care, when Gamora entered the room and stepped casually over her to mistake into Thanos'subdivision, tilting her face back and letting her founding father return her a deep osculation. Thanos and Gamora kissed for a long metre over the still-twitching soundbox of Nebula before she started to gather her mental capacity again, as she always did after her father dumped a encumbrance of his cum inside of her. When Nebula started to stir out of her forced orgasmic bliss, Gamora breaks the kiss with her father, who then buries his grimace into her magenta hair and inhales her odour with complete happiness.

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

"He does this because you're the instant best, Sister. You never will be dependable 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 span kiss over her soundbox again, the doting be intimate their Father having for his prefered girl perfectly balanced with the disdainful and dispassionate lecherousness for her whore babe laying at their feet .