Psylocke (echo saber)[marvel rivals]

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In the pulsating virtual world of Marvel Rivals, Psylocke and Punisher squared off in a high-stakes match. The game’s neon-lit arena buzzed with energy, a chaotic battlefield where heroes clashed for supremacy. Psylocke, her lithe body clad in a skintight purple suit, moved with lethal grace, her psychic blades shimmering. Across from her, Punisher stood like a granite wall, his rugged frame loaded with weapons, his eyes cold and calculating. The objective was simple: dive into the enemy’s mind—or their defenses—and claim victory. But in this round, Psylocke’s dive would fail in the most unexpected, deliciously depraved way.

As the match intensified, Psylocke decided to shift tactics. She reached out with her telepathic powers, aiming to plunge into Punisher’s mind, to unravel his strategy and break his focus. Let’s see what drives you, Frank, she thought, her lips curling into a sly smile. But as her psychic tendrils brushed his consciousness, something went wrong. His mind was a fortress of pain and rage, and instead of penetrating it, her power recoiled, merging their thoughts in a chaotic, lust-fueled collision.

Suddenly, the arena faded, and they found themselves in a private chamber within the game—a glitch, a feature, or perhaps the twisted design of Marvel Rivals Hentai mode. Psylocke’s breath hitched as she saw flashes of Punisher’s deepest desires: her body, naked and writhing beneath him, her tits pressed against his chest, her pussy dripping with need. And he saw hers too—his rough hands gripping her hips, his thick dick pounding into her relentlessly.

“What the fuck did you do?” Punisher growled, his voice gravelly, but his eyes betrayed him, dark with hunger as they locked onto her.

“I… I failed to dive,” Psylocke stammered, her cheeks flushing. “But I felt you, Frank. You want me.”

He stepped closer, towering over her, his virtual armor clanking softly. “You saw that, huh? Guess there’s no hiding it now.” His gaze raked over her curves, lingering on her perky tits straining against her suit. “And you’re just as fucked up, wanting me to rip that outfit off and fuck you senseless.”

She smirked, emboldened by the raw heat between them. “Then do it, big guy. Show me what you’ve got.”

In an instant, Punisher grabbed her, his calloused hands tearing at her suit. The fabric gave way, exposing her firm, round tits, nipples already hard from the rush. She gasped as he squeezed them, his thumbs circling roughly. “Goddamn, your tits are perfect,” he muttered, lowering his head to suck one into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

Psylocke moaned, her hands fumbling with his gear, yanking down his pants to free his cock. It sprang out, thick and hard, precum glistening at the tip. “Fuck, you’re huge,” she purred, wrapping her fingers around his dick and stroking him slowly. He groaned against her breast, the vibration sending shivers down her spine.

They stumbled to the floor, a tangle of limbs and lust. Punisher shoved her legs apart, his eyes devouring her shaved pussy, already slick with arousal. “Look at that pretty little cunt,” he said, his voice low and dirty. He dipped his head, his tongue lapping at her clit, teasing her until she squirmed. “Tastes so fucking good,” he growled, sucking harder.

“Oh, shit, Frank!” Psylocke cried, her hips bucking against his face. “Don’t stop, you bastard!” Her fingers dug into his hair, urging him on as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

But Punisher wasn’t one to linger. He pulled back, positioning himself between her thighs, his dick throbbing with need. “You ready for me to fuck you?” he asked, his tone rough and commanding.

“Yes, goddamn it, fuck me!” Psylocke demanded, her voice dripping with desperation.

With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her tight pussy to the limit. They both groaned, the sensation electric. “You’re so fucking tight,” Punisher grunted, starting a steady rhythm, his hips slamming into hers. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed in the virtual room, a symphony of raw, unbridled sex.

“Harder, you son of a bitch!” Psylocke urged, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper. “Pound my pussy like you mean it!” He obliged, his thrusts growing faster, more brutal, each one driving her closer to the edge.

Their bodies glistened with sweat, virtual or not, as they chased release. “I’m gonna come,” Psylocke gasped, her nails raking down his back. “Fuck, I’m so close!”

“Me too,” Punisher snarled, his pace relentless. “Gonna fill you up, babe.” With a final, bone-shaking thrust, they shattered together, her pussy clenching around his pulsing dick as he spilled inside her. They cried out, their voices mingling in a primal roar of ecstasy.

As they collapsed, panting and spent, the chamber flickered, signaling their return to the game. Psylocke smirked, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Well, that was one hell of a fail.”

Punisher chuckled, a rare sound. “Yeah. Might have to lose more often.”

In the world of Marvel Rivals Hentai, failure had never felt so good.