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Marvel: King of the Swarm Chapter 12: The First Queen Pt. 1
🕑 Added 2025-05-29 23:13:37 +0000 UTC'What am I doing, what the fuck am I doing?!' Betty screamed internally as she stood on the sidewalk in front of her house dressed in a dark baggy sweatsuit hoping that no one would see her. Looking at her phone Betty stared at the text she had gotten from Harry less than half an hour ago saying he would be picking her up within the next five minutes, 'I can just go back inside, and never talk to him again. Go about my life and avoid whatever fucked up can of worms he's going to open on me.'
Before Betty could make up her mind the soft purr of a powerful engine caught her attention and Betty looked up just as Harry turned onto her street cruising down before stopping right in front of her, "Hop on."
"Where are you taking me?" Betty demanded not moving from her spot on the curb.
"Back to my place, we can talk there," Harry replied curtly staring at Betty with his amber eyes.
"Oh, and we just have to have the conversation where your bed is within spitting distance?" Betty asked with a roll of her eyes as she stepped back, "Yeah you're not half as slick as you think you are."
In a flash Harry stood up from his bike and took a step towards Betty who froze the moment Harry started to move, her body betraying her, "Betty, I fucked you in a changing room. If I was here for a booty call I would have already bent you over my bike and fucked you senseless."
Betty snarled at Harry even as her mind conjured the fantasy that he had painted, leaving her body flush with heat, "You promise to behave yourself?"
Harry smirked and looked down at her with his piercing amber eyes, "No, but I will answer all your questions."
Betty tore her eyes away from Harry's devilish looks and sighed, "I can't believe I'm doing this."
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"We're here," Harry announced as his motorcycle came to a crawl as he reached the end of the seemingly abandoned road leading to a brick and cement warehouse a few meters away from the river.
"I thought you said you were taking me to your place? What the hell is this?!" Betty asked suddenly realizing that she hadn't told anyone the truth of where she was going, 'God please do let me get murdered in some rat-infested warehouse.'
"It is my place," Harry replied as he rolled up to a garage door which started to open at his approach, "And don't worry, the inside is much more welcoming."
Before Betty could protest Harry pulled into the garage and the lights flipped on revealing every craftsman dream setup with rows of organized tools, modular storage, machines Betty couldn't even begin to name, and enough workspace for a crew of ten or more, "What is all of this?"
"Part of my workshop," Harry replied as if it wasn't a big deal, "I can give you a tour of the warehouse later, but let's go somewhere we can talk."
Harry started to walk away and Betty had no choice but to follow him through a series of hallways that eventually led to a metal door painted a matt black. Opening the door Harry gestured for Betty to step inside, "After you."
Shooting him one last dubious glance Betty walked through the door expecting a plastic-wrapped room with a single table in the center, only to find the exact opposite.
Warm lighting diffused through the industrial loft from strategically placed lights and lamps bouncing off the hardwood floor and vanishing into the black metal accents. Betty was stunned as she took in the homey environment, glancing from the kitchen to the home entertainment system, and finally at the upper level which she knew was Harry's bedroom.
"Welcome to my place, can I get you anything, I got water, soda, wine?" Harry offered as he stepped past Betty and made his way to the kitchen clearly loving the way he was tormenting her.
"You live here?" Betty asked in disbelief as she wandered into the loft constantly looking around, taking in every detail, "What am I talking about of course you live here. Does your dad pay the rent and you're bills?"
"No, he doesn't, mainly because there isn't any rent. I bought the warehouse and the lease. As for bills, this place is completely off the grid, there are solar panels on the roof and I built a water filtration system using rain and river water." Harry corrected as he pulled out a bottle of wine and presented it to Betty.
Shaking her head in disbelief Betty didn't know what to say, "You bought this place? Without help from your Dad? How the hell do you have that kind of money?"
"I made a few patents in the pharmaceutical industry and sold them for a ridiculous amount of money," Harry replied as he put down the bottle of wine, "I could go on and on about it, but are you sure these are the questions you want me to answer?"
Betty shook her head as she realized that Harry had been messing with her, "Alright then, tell me what I want to hear. How did you turn me into a wanna-be bimbo?"
Harry stared at Betty for a moment before shrugging as he replied, "The most straightforward answer is that I'm not human."
Betty stared at Harry for a long moment before shaking her head, "Stop fucking with me Harry, what do you mean you're not human?"
"I'm not a Homo Sapien, I'm a Homo Superior, a mutant which is what gives me my powers, I awakened them three years ago which caused me to fall into a coma, but as you can see I've made a full recovery" Harry replied, with an easy-going smile across his face, even as he watched Betty's reactions like a sentry.
"A-a mutant...like those people they talk about on the news?" Betty replied confusion clear on her face, "A-and you decided that the best use your new powers was to give me a big ass?"
Harry grinned as he pushed off the counter and made his way towards Betty who watched him with shrunken pupils, equal parts cautious and anticipatory, "Not the best use no, but I certainly don't mind your new look. Though if you're truly against it I can change you back."
Betty bit the tip of her tongue and looked away ashamedly, "N-no I-it's fine...I'm just wondering w-why you did it? Why me?"
"Oh Betty," Harry muttered softly as he reached out and cupped her chin in his hand lifting her head to look into his eyes, "It's not you, eventually this entire planet and everything on it will be mine. I can and will have any woman I want, which includes you, so consider yourself fortunate. But you're not special, you just happened to be the first of my many conquests."
Betty blinked as Harry's words took a cruel tone and she tried to pull her head away, only to feel Harry's grasp tighten, "Y-you psycho, what the hell are you talking about?! You sound like a B-rate villain talking about their plan to take over the Earth."
Harry smirked though the usual light-hearted twinkle in his eyes was gone, "I'm not a villain...I'm just following the natural order."
Staring into Harry's eyes Betty's heart started to race, the last time she had seen that look he had made her scream and moan, torturing her with seemingly unending pleasure, "H-harry, w-why are you telling me this?"
"Because you're already mine Betty," Harry muttered as he caressed her cheek with his thumb, "I just need to make a few more changes to make you realize it."
Before Betty could respond Harry suddenly leaned down pressing his lips against her's in a fierce kiss as his tongue invaded her mouth. Betty let out a muffled shriek of surprise about to pull away, when her body started to burn up, her legs went weak and a familiar tingle passed down her spine.
Instantly Betty's entire demeanor changed as she leaned into the kiss and Harry's embrace, on cloud nine as she closed her eyes, grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and wrapped her tongue around his. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, melting Betty's brain with pleasure with each passing second.
But even through the haze clouding her mind Betty noticed the shift as Harry's tongue seemed to twist and coil, exploring even more of her mouth and elongating to even reach the back of her throat. Betty took a confused step back, only for Harry's hands and arms to suddenly wrap around her waist as his fingers dug into her fat ass and pulled her body against him which was suddenly naked.
Feeling something was very wrong Betty's eyes shot open and she looked down just in time to see the last of Harry's clothes melt away into purple slime. Though Betty's confusion was quickly replaced by a burning want and desire as she took in the third leg dangling down from Harry's groin."
