Pride

You’re safe here.

Safe on this ship.

Safe in his arms.

You know that’s a lie.

A soft kiss against the top of my head prompted me to open my eyes. I inhaled, feeling Thanos shift next to me, removing one arm from around my waist. He said nothing, and I could hear him dressing, padding lightly around the room.

Finally, he asked, “How are your wounds?”

“Fine,” I gently rotated my injured wrists. It was still sore - the medical drone had done the best it could. I was lucky - alien technology allowed for rapid healing, and alien medicine eased what would have been a roaring pain.

“Good. How is your movement?”

“Fine.”

“No. How is it? Can you run? Jump? Fight?”

I sat up. Thanos was serious, waiting for my answer with an impatient look on his face. I nodded slowly, watching as he walked around, extending a hand.

I took it. He pulled me to my feet, saying, “I’m pleased to hear that. We’ll need you in the coming weeks.”

I raised an eyebrow, but brushed his comment aside. He gestured for me to dress, and I did, sticking by his side as he walked through the ship. The second we approached his throne, I stopped.

Maw was waiting, rigid, robes no longer torn and dirty. He bowed his head as Thanos approached, greeting him with a sincere, clear, “Father.”

Then he looked at me.

Gone was the smugness, the suggestive looks. Instead he acknowledged me with something akin to contentment, as if seeing me washed away whatever worried he’d been facing. It was so uncommon that I stopped, causing Thanos to say, “He knows better, now. Right?”

“My behavior towards you was uncalled for,” Maw said, and the line definitely sounded as if it had been rehearsed. “It most certainly will not happen again.”

“It can’t happen again,” Thanos rumbled. Maw nodded in aggrenance, and it suddenly clicked.

Oh.

Oh.

I averted my gaze, trying not to let my eyes flit to Maw’s crotch area. I was tugged from my trance when Thanos patted his lap, crooking a finger.

“Come. Sit.”

I climbed the stairs, easing myself into his lap. His big arm wrapped around my waist, fitting me tight and snug against his chest. I tried to relax, sinking into his touch.

The moment was short lived. Proxima burst through the door, striding over and addressing her father - there was worry in her voice, and she said, “Nebula is gone.”

“What?”

“She’s gone. She took a pod ship and fled.”

“Send Corvus after her,” Thanos said immediately, not even bothering to move from his seat. There was disdain in his voice, though not for Corvus, but for Nebula. “Have him bring her to me.”

“Alive? Or dead?” 

“Either way will do.”

I winced, turning back to look at Thanos. As Proxima hurried away, I said, “Nebula will come back I’m sure of it. You don’t have to...kill or hurt her.”

“No. I knew she would run - I’ve known. Just like Gamora,” there was a sadness in Thanos’ voice. “I failed Gamora, but Nebula...she was the sensible one. The rational one. And the most s tubborn .” 

“Don’t kill her.”

Thanos tilted his head. “You’re fond of her?” 

“She’s your daughter. You raised her-”

“Yet still she disappoints me. Her life is not worth more than what I’m trying to accomplish.”

“What are you trying to accomplish?”

“ Balance ,” Thanos rose, discarding me in his throne. I sat, the seat to big, my legs dangling off the edge. “Stay here until I return.”

Then he was gone, leaving Maw, the guard drones, and I alone.

Maw turned and faced me, fingers laced together, posture rigid, as it always was. He said, “Nebula is a lost cause. You are not. He’ll make you her replacement.”

I ignored him. Instead I said, “What does your father mean by ‘balance?”

Maw paused. He walked up the stairs, stopping beside the arm of the throne. “My good fathers philosophy is that this finite universe only has a finite amount of resources. In order to maintain equilibrium, individuals must be sacrificed for the greater good.”

“What?”

“Too many mouths to feed, not enough to go around. The only logical solution is to decrease the amount of mouths.”

“What about increasing resources?” 

“In a finite universe such a thing would be impossible. We have already reached our limit. My father is attempting to balance it back out.” 

My mouth felt dry. Maw’s face was stoic, his eyes focused on me. The door to the throne area opened, and Thanos marched back in. Maw slithered away, taking back up his post as if nothing had happened.

I returned to my seat in Thanos’ lap, nuzzling against his chest, my fingers tracing light patterns against his arms. A low rumble indicated that he enjoyed my touches, and when I shifted a bit, I felt something rather rough and hard poke against my backside.

Rough and hard…

Oh.

I could see Maw stealing glimpses here and there - Thanos surely noticed, but chose not to say anything. The fourth time it happened, however, he spoke.

“Do you have something to say, child?” 

“Nothing, father. I was just caught up in my own thoughts.”

Thanos hummed. When I glanced up, something glistened in his eyes. Gnawing on my lower lip, I shifted once again, absently resting my palm against the growing bulge in his pants.

“Tease,” Thanos murmured, pressing a kiss against the top of my head. Maw was watching, now, body slightly turned so he could stare out of the corner of his eyes. I gave Thanos’ cock a quick squeeze, making sure not to look Maw in the eye as I turned and slid between Thanos’ legs. I yanked his dick from the confines of his pants, lapping at the head, twirling my tongue over the bulb, earning me a low groan. Long fingers carded through my hair, and I was given murmured words of encouragement.

“I should excuse myself-” Maw began.

“No,” Thanos snapped. “Remain here and be silent.”

I opened wide, taking him as a far as I could - I gagged when I felt his head bump against the back of my throat. The hand in my hair tightened, and Thanos gently rolled his hip, urging me to take more. Always more.

I pulled up, releasing his cock with a loud pop - I lapped up the string of wetness seeping from the head, before lightly giving his dick a few jerks. Now I turned, making sure to look Maw directly in the eye as I slipped one hand past my trousers. I viciously thumbed at my clit, enveloping my lips around Thanos’ cock once more.

Maw didn’t look away.

The noises coming from me were obscene - the wet, sloppy sounds of my mouth working vicariously around Thanos’ dick, while my own fingers pistoned in and out of my cunt. I could see Maw’s fingers twitch, lips pale, jawline pronounced as he clenched his teeth to keep from speaking. I winked, feeling Thanos twitch above me.

“Keep going, little human. Good. Good girl.”

My pussy spasmed around my fingers, and a moment later, warm, salty-sweet spurts of Thanos’ release flooded my mouth. I gulped it all down like a woman starved, rising from my feet and nearly collapsing back into Thanos’ lap.

A moment passed. Thanos’ big hand stroked my back, and I could practically feel Maw’s caustic gaze boring holes through the back of my head. I couldn’t see him, but the tone of Thanos’ voice told me all I needed to know.

“You are dismissed, Maw. Go quickly.”

“Yes, father.”

Hurried footsteps - the door to the throne room slammed shut. Thanos’ chuckle was loud and mirthful, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at the dirtiness, the filthiness, and the wrongness of it all. My eyes watered, and I wiped them.

Thanos’ chuckle darkened, suddenly. I was lifted and placed in his lap, straddling his waist.

“I am not yet sated, little human. Undress for me. Slowly. Allow me to savor it.”

“We’ve located the power stone,” Proxima murmured. She glanced back up at her father and added, “No Nebula. Corvus returned empty handed.”

“Leave her be for now. We have more important matters to deal with,” Thanos glanced down at me. “ You will take her place, little human.”

“What?”

“You have been trained, and you can follow orders. That is all I require of you,” Thanos replied. Proxima shot me a not so friendly look, but said nothing. I could feel the blade that Nebula had gifted me, heavy and strapped to my thigh. I absently ran my fingers across its handle, shooting a quick glance at Thanos.

“The stone is currently sealed away on Xandar. The Nova Corps are keeping it heavily guarded - stealth isn’t an option.”

“Ready the Chitauri, then,” Thanos instructed. Proxima nodded, gesturing for Cull Obsidian to follow - the massive creature brushed past me, but not before letting out a lo growl.

“Be kind , Obsidian,” Thanos said roughly. “Do not antagonize the girl in my presence.”

I ducked my head. A soft finger brushed beneath my chin, tilting my head back up. The pad of Thanos’ thumb gently swept a speck of dirt from my cheek, and he murmured, “You will return to me.”

“What if I don’t?” 

“I’ll tear this universe apart until I find you.”

I smiled, exhaling. Thanos lightly patted the blade strapped to my thigh, nodding towards the exit - towards where the Chitauri would be waiting