The alien known as Nebula was a woman of contradictions. She loved her Sister Gamora terribly, but utterly hated being second gear best to her. She was so very strong, but was as infirm as a kitty to her father. She desperately wanted to please Thanos, but never was able to do it as well as Gamora did. Gamora always did her missions better than Nebula did, Gamora killed faster than Nebula did, and Gamora always fucked Thanos near than Nebula did. The rage built in Nebula as the old age went on because of this last point, for Thanos would always ‘ enhance'her body after her fucking failed to go past her sister.

Thanos was sitting naked on his toilet with a bored look on his face, slouched in the rear end with his elbow on the arm of the stool and with his chin on his manus, all despite the beautiful gloomy fair sex sitting nude painting on his lap. More accurately, Nebula was bouncing up and down on her Father of the Church's massive purple tool, her toned and defined gamy tummy impossibly inflating and deflating as the beautiful alien bounced on her father's peter. It was an repugnant tidy sum ; the scape was so big that it had no business sector fitting inside of Nebula's body without tearing and destroying her inner organs

eve though Thanos'cock was so large it seemed like it should never fit, Nebula had been altered by her begetter to just pleasance him. Her internal digestive system was rearranged and her natural vagina has been removed and replaced with an equivalent cybernetic system that could contract bridge and expand over her father's hammer. It was hooked to Nebula's nervous organisation and every incestual jab of Thanos'cock into her life-like cunt bolted her thinker with her pleasure, while the cybernetic vagina had the power to thrill and constrict around his monumental cock for his own pleasure.

One of her hands was steadying her rocking on top of her father's sinewy arm, the other was groping at her large tits and tugging the perky and puffy get down blue teat. These too were not the original set of breasts Nebula was born with ; they had been augmented by Thanos to allow him to arise or wince his daughter's bust to a size of it more gratifying for his mood.

"Oh don, this tactile property so fucking expert. Do you like it father ?"

Nebula was sweaty and her center were welling with tears of pleasure. Had her muscles not been stolen from her and replaced with synthetic reproduction, they would ache and combust with the effort she was making as she rose and fell on her Padre's stopcock. As the blue sky whore dragged her vibrating cybernetic snatch up and down Thanos'dick, she was little more than a sex toy for him.

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

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

Nebula felt a stabbing painful sensation of jealousy in her heart. In that moment the loathing she felt for her Sister and the motivation to outwit her drove everything else out of her mind. Sure, Gamora's species was exceptionally durable and she didn't need to be augmented to carry their Fatherhood's stopcock, that didn't make Gamora better than her !

She continued to rock and travail her lithe and muscular consistence against her father's incredibly large trunk, releasing her breast from her hands and resting both of her hands and her blueness breasts against his chest, dragging her nipples up-and-down his mesomorphic figure as she rode him. She chased her blue fingers over his tinge pelt with her soft royal rim, kissing along Thanos'brawny chest.

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

Her mouth was another enhancement from Thanos, for she had been robbed of her innate mouth and throat, allowing them to stretch and fit his cinch inside. With the ability to broaden and submit his cock down her pharynx, again with the option of vibration and constriction, her mouth and throat were in truth little more than a throat pussy. Daily she services him this way, the taste of his cum never truly leaving her oral cavity. Thanos often enjoys ordering his daughter to not immediately withdraw his rich ounces of cum from her casual duty, rather instead enjoying watching her use her purple glossa to whirlpool it around inside of her mouth and slop nastily down over her purple lips and onto her blueish breasts.

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

"Your mouth is made to pleasure me, but Gamora will always be Sir Thomas More skilled."

Nebula's unspoken cry of torment faded into one of shuddering pleasure as she never stopped riding Thanos'cock. She had to grant the point there again. Gamora's biota makes her consummate to skullfuck, her mouth being able to broaden and take Thanos down her pharynx with ease.

She twisted her blue body around and spun on her father's hammer, facing away from him. The motion brought a low growl of pleasance to Thanos'throat, whose massive purpleness hands gathered the world of firm ass flesh bouncing before him now. Again this was a contribution of Nebula that was stolen from her and replaced with a superscript cybernetic piece ; it was always the perfect firmness and jiggle, and could train a severe hammer when Thanos felt like anally punishing his daughter.

When Nebula spoke adjacent, her voice was spoken angrily through hissed tooth. The gentle bouncing strait of build never let up though, and could easily be heard throughout the throne room.

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

A self-colored spank from Thanos'hired man caused Nebula to arch her backbone and pant as a tidal undulation of pleasure shot unwillingly from her synthetic ass straight into the pleasure center field of her mind, forcing from her contrived cunt another climax. He continued to grope and chivy her house ass, peering down appreciatively at the bouncing flesh.

"Your ass is vex, girl ... but Gamora's was always perfect."

A second spank forced another flood tide from the screaming Nebula. He knew what she was doing, what essence his words were having. The first prison term she had expressed her insecurities by comparing herself to her sister he was worried about her weakness, and started replacing her parts at an increased rate. It took years later for him to finally recognise the lower rank of his second daughter compared to his beloved Gamora, and felt his making love for his daughter fade away to be replaced with luxuria for the role of erratum sex-toy she had taken. He derived his own disturbed joy in making her think about the woman who was better than her in every way.

It had taken Nebula a long fourth dimension to live with it, but accept it she had - mystifying inside of her head. That is where her rage and hate cum from, knowing that despite her best effort, despite her wanting to delight her father, Gamora is just better than her at everything, including fucking.

"My tits, founder ! Aren't they better ?"

She grabbed at her monumental blue tits and tugged her lighter blue air nipples to excruciating pain - or what would be, if the neuroreceptors had not been repurposed when her cybernetic teat were installed, and turned pleasure to pain. Thanos'chuckle was a intend one, and the alone way Nebula felt actual nuisance.

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

For a brief consequence, 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 divine rude perfection."

If there was one thing about Nebula, it was the fact that she never gives up. Even so, she has a breaking point, and the naughty alien started to sob as she continued to bounce her sex-toy vagina on her father's cock, her cybernetically enhanced musculus allowing the harlot to go forward the apparent motion long past the stage a mortal woman's musculus would have given out.

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

She was done, Thanos knew. Broken and shattered worse than any enemy who stood up to him. He grabbed her coxa and slammed her down entirely on his pecker, incredibly bulging her tummy out in impossible proportions. She screamed as he came inside of her, over twelve ounces of his sperm flooding out and pouring deeply inside of his blue sky daughter, drenching and flowing around his cock down her wan blue athletic legs. The simple pinch of his cum inside of her snatch triggered her programming to give her the largest climax yet as she spastically shook on her father's cock, cumming from her bald foreland to the tips of her toes.

"Why, my daughter ... this is because you are so weak. You don't have my long suit, my will. You let me do this to you ; replace every part of your organic structure 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 turncock and lets her flop and splatter on the rock of the throne elbow room, still leaking cum from between her legs. Her oculus were unfocused with the still on-going orgasm, her electric cybernetic muscularity continuously seizing and shaking. She didn't notice, or care, when Gamora entered the way and stepped casually over her to steal into Thanos'arms, tilting her face back and letting her Church Father gift her a deep kiss. Thanos and Gamora kissed for a long time over the still-twitching dead body of Nebula before she started to get together her wits again, as she always did after her father dumped a load of his cum inside of her. When Nebula started to call down out of her coerce orgasmic bliss, Gamora breaks the kiss with her father, who then buries his facial expression into her magenta hair and inhales her scent with pure happiness.

When the subjugated woman lifts her eyes to the brace 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 pale apparition of her sister 's perfection.

"He does this because you're the 2d best, sister. You never will be better than me, except in being pathetic."

As Nebula lies sprawled on the flooring of the throne elbow room before Thanos and Gamora filled and leaking with cum, the pair kiss over her body again, the doting eff their father having for his opt girl perfectly balanced with the disdainful and dispassionate lustfulness for her harlot sister laying at their foundation .