Mark/Anissa Side Stories - Uno Reversal

(Anissa finds herself attracted to Mark when he shows his power in a fight... she tried something but neglects to remember it's Opposite Day.)

Mark wipes the blood off his face as he floats up from the crater he landed in. Floating down in front of him is Anissa, the Viltrumite woman who had confronted him a month ago asking where Kara and their baby were. Mark had refused to answer, and now they were here, their confrontation reaching its boiling point.

Anissa's eyes were cold, her expression one of fury. "You can't keep running, Mark. Where is Kara? Where is the child?" she demanded, her voice echoing through the air.

Mark's eyes met hers defiantly. "Fuck off. I'm not telling you anything."

Anissa's face twisted in anger, and without another word, she lunged at him with blinding speed. Mark barely had time to react, raising his arms to block her punch. The impact was like a freight train, sending shockwaves through the air and pushing him back several feet. "You think you can protect them from us?" Anissa snarled, throwing a rapid series of punches. Mark dodged and deflected as best he could, but each blow that landed felt like it was breaking bones.

"Stay away from my family!" Mark shouted, his voice filled with both rage and fear. He pushed back with his own flurry of punches, each one backed by his gravity manipulation to add extra force. Anissa grunted as a few of his hits connected, sending her staggering back momentarily.

"You're not strong enough to stop me," she hissed, wiping a trickle of blood from her lip. She shot forward again, this time aiming a kick at his midsection. Mark anticipated the move, using his gravity manipulation to lessen the impact and then countering with a powerful uppercut that sent her soaring into the sky.

Mark didn't wait for her to recover. He rocketed upwards, catching her mid-air and slamming her back down into the ground with a force that created a new crater. Anissa coughed, momentarily winded, but she quickly regained her bearings, flipping back onto her feet and launching herself at Mark once more. They clashed in the sky, a blur of  power. Each punch, each kick, each collision was accompanied by thunderous booms and shockwaves that rippled through the air. Mark could feel his muscles straining, his bones aching under the relentless assault. But he couldn't afford to lose. Not now.

Anissa grabbed Mark by the throat, squeezing hard enough to crush a normal man's windpipe. "Tell me where they are!" she demanded, her voice a guttural growl. Mark's vision blurred, but he managed to focus enough to manipulate gravity around them, increasing the pull beneath Anissa. She was yanked downward, her grip loosening just enough for him to break free. He followed up with a double-fisted hammer blow to her back, driving her further into the ground.

"Never!" he shouted, his voice raw with emotion. "You'll never find them!"

Anissa roared in frustration, her eyes blazing with fury. She erupted from the ground in a burst of speed, tackling Mark and driving him through a series of buildings, their walls crumbling like paper. They finally came to a stop in a large open plaza, debris scattered around them. Both were breathing heavily, their bodies battered and bruised. Anissa's determination hadn't wavered, but Mark could see a hint of desperation in her eyes. She needed to find Kara and the child, but she wouldn't get the information from him.

"You don't understand what's at stake," Anissa said, her tone almost pleading. "The child is important to our people's future."

Mark shook his head, clenching his fists. "No. They're important to me, and I'll die before I let you lay a hand on them."

Anissa's expression hardened, and she charged again. This time, Mark was ready. He focused his gravity manipulation to create a powerful repulsive force, pushing her back with a shockwave that cracked the ground beneath them. Anissa stumbled, giving Mark an opening. He closed the distance in an instant, his fist connecting with her jaw and sending her spinning.

Before she could recover, Mark grabbed her by the arm and hurled her into the air. He followed, catching up to her in seconds and delivering a bone-crushing punch to her midsection. Anissa doubled over in pain, but she wasn't done yet. She lashed out with a backhanded strike that caught Mark across the face, sending him reeling.

They continued to battle across the sky, exchanging brutal blows that left them both bloodied and bruised. He used his manipulation to increase his speed, to add force to his strikes, to create barriers and traps that slowed Anissa down. But Anissa was relentless. Her strength and speed were formidable, and she matched him blow for blow. She managed to catch him off guard with a spinning kick that sent him crashing into the side of a mountain. Mark barely had time to catch his breath before she was on him again, her fists raining down with unrelenting fury. Mark gritted his teeth, and created a shield that absorbed the worst of her blows. He countered with a blast of repulsive force that sent Anissa flying backwards. He pursued her, slamming into her with a tackle that carried them both through the mountain and out the other side.

They tumbled through the air, Mark managed to get the upper hand, pinning Anissa beneath him as they plummeted towards the ground. He drove his fist into her face, again and again, each punch fueled by his desperation and fury. Anissa finally managed to break free kicking Mark off and flipping in mid-air to land gracefully on her feet. She wiped the blood from her mouth, her eyes burning with anger and something else—lust.

"You fight well, Mark," she said, her voice laced with something akin to lust.

Anissa looked at Mark, feeling her body tingle with a mix of adrenaline and something else. He was strong, and the realization made her breath come a bit heavier. She rushed at him again, tackling him across the floor, but Mark managed to flip them, smashing her body against the ground as they flew. He dragged her across the road, creating a large groove in the asphalt with their momentum.

Anissa's body felt an increasing heat as Mark's grip around her throat tightened. She could feel a strange, exhilarating pleasure from the pressure. It was making her feel good, and despite the pain, a part of her reveled in the raw physicality of their struggle.

Mark then threw her into an abandoned building, the structure crumbling around her on impact. He didn't give her a moment to recover, slamming into her again and forcing her deeper into the ground with the force of his blow. Dust and debris filled the air, the building groaning under the strain of their battle.

"Are you done?" Mark roared, his voice echoing through the wreckage as he pinned her down, his eyes searching hers for any sign of surrender. Anissa just lay on her back, her body aching but her spirit unbroken. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth, licking her thick lips as she looked up at him. There was a fire in her eyes.

Before Mark could react, Anissa grabbed him by the neck with a swift, powerful movement. She flipped their positions, pinning him to the ground beneath her. Her strength and speed were astonishing, but what surprised him more was what happened next. She pressed her mouth against his, her tongue forcefully pushing into his mouth, dominating him in a way that was both aggressive and sensual. Mark's mind raced, a mix of confusion and unexpected arousal flooding his senses. He felt the heat of her body against his, her firm grip keeping him in place as her tongue explored his mouth. The kiss was fierce, filled with the same intensity that marked their battle, but it carried a different kind of energy—a raw, animalistic desire.

Anissa's breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly against his. Mark's initial instinct was to push her off, to regain control, but there was something about the way she kissed him, the fire in her eyes, that made him hesitate.

Anissa pulled back slightly, her lips still close to his, her breath hot against his skin. "You think this is over?" she whispered, her voice low and husky. "We're just getting started."

She kissed him again, her hands roaming over his body, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. Mark found himself responding, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer.

Mark, feeling the surge of desire and dominance, flipped them over again with a swift, powerful movement. Anissa's eyes widened for a moment, and she attempted to regain control, her muscles straining against his. But Mark was relentless, pinning her arms above her head, his grip unyielding.

He looked at her for a moment, their breaths heavy and mingling. The intensity in her eyes mirrored his own. Without another word, he kissed her fiercely, his lips crashing against hers with a raw hunger. His hands roamed her body, his fingers gripping her breasts roughly, eliciting a moan from Anissa that resonated through the air. Their surroundings bore the brunt of their passion. Mark pushed Anissa against a crumbling wall, the force of their bodies cracking the concrete and sending debris flying. He continued to kiss her, his hands exploring every inch of her body, her body was full of taut muscle, but her breasts and ass were both big and his fingers sunk into it when he grabbed them.

I'm Anissa responded in kind, her nails raking down his back, leaving red trails in their wake. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, the heat between them almost unbearable. The fight had awakened a primal desire in both of them, and now they were intent on taking it out on each other. he grabbed the edges of her outfit and tore it off with one swift motion. The fabric shredded under his strength, revealing her toned, muscular body. Mark paused for a moment, his eyes roaming over her form, appreciating the curves and strength she possessed. Anissa's breath hitched under his gaze, her skin tingling with anticipation.

Without wasting another moment, Mark pushed her back against the wall, his hand trailing down her muscular stomach. His touch was rough, his fingers leaving a burning trail on her skin. As his hand reached her most sensitive spot, he sank his fingers into her wet heat. Anissa gasped, her head falling back against the wall, her body responding instinctively to his touch.

Anissa growled, a sound deep in her throat as Mark's fingers teased her. She tried to pull him closer, her hands gripping his shoulders, but Mark resisted, pushing her back against the wall with a forceful grip. He smirked at her, enjoying the control he had over her in this moment. But her hands were not idle. They brushed against his groin, making him groan, his own arousal evident.

Mark began to pump his fingers faster, his thumb circling her clit with precision. Anissa's moans grew louder, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensations coursing through her. She bucked against his hand, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to pull him closer, but Mark held his ground, keeping her pinned against the wall.

"You tried to kill me and now you're trying to fuck me, what kind of woman are you?" Mark asked, his voice a low growl in her ear. Anissa could only moan in response, her body arching towards him, desperate for more.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're too weak to take me by force, but I'll have you!"  he said, his fingers never slowing their relentless pace.

"I want it!" Anissa gasped, her voice breathless and needy. "Give it to me now!."

Mark's grin widened at her words. He added another finger, stretching her further, his movements becoming more intense. Anissa's moans turned into cries of pleasure, her hips grinding against his hand. She was close, and he knew it. The power he had over her in this moment was intoxicating.

Anissa's hands moved with purpose, her fingers curling around his erection through his clothes, stroking him with a firm, steady rhythm. Mark groaned, his body responding to her touch. The sensation was maddening, and he found himself thrusting into her hand, his own pleasure building.

"You're going to come for me, Anissa," Mark growled, his voice thick with desire. "I want to hear you scream my name."

Anissa's response was a guttural moan, her body tightening around his fingers as she teetered on the edge of release. Mark increased the pressure, his thumb pressing harder against her clit, his fingers moving with a relentless rhythm. He could feel her muscles clenching, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Finally, with a cry that echoed through the ruined building, Anissa's body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her nails dug into Mark's shoulders, her hips bucking wildly against his hand as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

Anissa, still shuddering from her orgasm, looked at Mark with an almost manic gleam in her eyes. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body humming. Without a word, she tore at his clothes, ripping them off with savage intensity. Before he could react, she slammed him to the ground, the impact sending shockwaves through the already damaged building. Her mouth was on his chest in an instant, her tongue trailing hot, wet paths across his skin before she bit down on his shoulder, hard enough to leave marks. Mark groaned at the mix of pain and pleasure, his hands moving to grasp her hips as she positioned herself over him. Anissa's wetness glided across his erect penis, making it slick with her juices. The sensation was maddening, driving him to the brink of insanity with desire.

Anissa's eyes locked onto his as she lowered herself onto his length, taking him in with a slow, deliberate motion. Mark could feel her tightness enveloping him, her vaginal walls clenching around his shaft. The heat and wetness drove him wild, every inch of her body seeming to pulse with the same fierce energy that coursed through his own veins. Anissa moaned, a deep, guttural sound that resonated through the air. Her hands braced against his chest as she began to move, her hips grinding against him with incredible intensity t. Mark thrust up to meet her movements, their bodies colliding with a force that made the ground beneath them tremble. He flipped them over with a sudden, powerful motion, pinning her to the ground. Anissa's nails raked down his back, her legs wrapping around his waist as he drove into her with unrelenting force. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through both of them, their moans and cries filling the air.

Mark's hands roamed over her body, gripping her breasts roughly and eliciting louder moans from Anissa. She bucked against him, their bodies moving in a frantic rhythm. The intensity of their coupling was overwhelming, each thrust driving them closer to the edge. With a growl, Anissa flipped them over again, her strength and speed catching Mark off guard. She straddled him, her hands pressing against his chest as she rode him slamming her huge ass down on his cock sending shockwaves with each clap. The sensation of her muscles clenching around him was almost too much to bear, each movement sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Mark groaned, his hands moving to her hips, guiding her movements. The sight of her above him, riding him with such intensity, drove him wild. He could feel her body trembling, her muscles tightening around him as she neared her climax. Mark's grip on her hips tightened, and he thrust upward, meeting her movements with equal fervor. The sensation of her wetness and tightness enveloping him was intoxicating, driving him closer to the brink. Anissa's moans grew louder, her body shuddering as she rode him harder.

Suddenly, Mark flipped them over again, pinning Anissa to the ground. He lifted her legs and pressed them against his shoulders, plunging into her in a mating press. The new angle allowed him to penetrate deeper, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through both of them. Anissa's cries of ecstasy filled the air, her body arching beneath him as she neared another climax. The ground beneath them cracked and shifted with the force of their passion. Mark drove into her almost reaching her cervix, each movement driving him deeper. Anissa's nails dug into his back, her body trembling with the force of her pleasure. With a final, powerful thrust, Mark felt himself release, the sensation overwhelming as he filled her. Anissa's body tightened around him, her own climax ripping through her as she cried out in ecstasy. They clung to each other, their bodies trembling with the force of their release.

Their passion didn't wane as they stood, Anissa pushing Mark against a sturdy column. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his erection sliding back into her with ease. The standing position allowed Mark to thrust upward with force, their bodies slamming together in a primal rhythm. Anissa's hands gripped his shoulders as she urged him on. The column cracked and groaned under their combined strength, bits of stone crumbling around them. Their moans and grunts filled the air, each movement more rough than the last. With a sudden twist, Mark spun them around, slamming Anissa onto a nearby table. The wood splintered under their weight as he entered her from behind, gripping her hips tightly. The new position allowed him to drive deeper, the head of his cock spreading her widely. Anissa's cries grew louder, her body arching as he pounded into her with relentless force.

The table finally gave way, collapsing under them and sending them to the ground. They barely noticed, too lost in the intensity of their coupling. Mark continued fucking her even now when she was on her hands and knees, he was still stood and the high angle allowed him to press down on certain nerve endings that drove her wild. The new angle allowed him to hit deeper, each movement sending waves of pleasure through Anissa's body. Her muscles clenched around him, her eyes rolling back as she neared another climax. Mark's own pleasure built, the tightness and heat of her driving him to be rougher with her.

Mark felt himself release again, the sensation overwhelming his cum shot out of his cock with the force of a gun penetrating Anissa's womb. Anissa's body tightened around him, her own orgasm ripping through her as she cried out in ecstasy. They clung to each other, their bodies trembling with the force of their release.

Mark wasn't done yet however his cock was still hard and there was a sexy woman in front of him who hat needed breeding. Standing and lifting Anissa against a cracked wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her with renewed vigor. Despite stretching Anissa out with his dick she was still unbelievably tight, it was like she had perfect control over her vaginal muscles and she used it to squeeze and milk his dick. The wall groaned under their combined weight, bits of plaster crumbling around them. Anissa felt something she'd never felt before, dominated, Mark completely and utterly owned her in this moment and she allowed it to happen. Mark's hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements as he drove into her harder.

Anissa licked the side of his jaw before making eye contact with him. The intense gaze they shared as well as Mark being buried balls deep inside of her pushed them both over the edge and jets of cum started shooting out of him again. Anissa moaned loudly feeling it wash over her body.

Mark finally satisfied fell to the floor with Anissa still on him. Mark lays there breathing for a second the post nut clarity finally hitting him. 'Shit...' he thought to himself.

"I should get going..." Mark said as he tried pulling his cock out of Anissa. Though he found himself groaning as she used her vaginal muscles to keep him inside.

"I belong to you now... I hope you aren't trying to escape," Anissa said as she looked up from him his chest grabbing his jaw with her hand and brushing her finger across his lips.

'Shit...'

(AN: Hope you enjoyed it.)