Thanos

"Very good. Tell me what you are for me."

"There's a good girl."

Thanos praises her quietly, setting a large hand on the top of her head. Dominant, keeping her in her place.

"Take your clothes off for me, then."

"Mine."

Well, why shouldn't he? Why shouldn't he *claim* her right here, out in public, even though it is night.

"You heard me. Kneel, Darcy."

"Darcy. You're going to be mine, Darcy."

His hands move to her hips, getting a sense for the shape of her... And he decides he likes it.

He squeezes harder. "Tell me who you are."

"I understand you might be startled. Life on other planets and all."

He slips a large hand up her chest, getting a handful and squeezing.

"And what about you?"

He smirks, watching her become more docile despite her squirming.

"Now now, lady. This doesn't have to be so bad for you. You're cute, after all..."

He starts to lift her top...

"Afraid not, little one."

He reaches out to grip her wrist tight, easily circling his hand about her.

"This is very much real."

"That's better. Take it deeper for me, there you go."

"I have a few ideas."

He grinds his hand up against her, teasing her with that power. His fingers are large, thick, heavy. He twists his wrist, teasing at her entrance with the tip of a finger.

"Too much for you? And here I thought you could take it."

He presses it in deeper, but he's seemingly pleased with Rory's obedience. "That's it. There's a good boy."

He grimaces, but brings a hand up to wipe his face clean.

"How can someone with so much power be pathetic?"

His fist turns purple, coming up between her legs to suddenly rub at her clit, the intense power from the power stone shooting through her.

His thumb comes up, gently brushing over his lips. Pretty pretty boy, those cherry lips so inviting. He eases his thumb past his lips, the size of it close to a human-sized cock...

The orange light from his gauntlet, the soul stone, has a part to play in quelling her powers. Keeping her nice and useless.

"That sounds terrifying. You're all bark and no bite, Raven."

With a wave of his hand, she's being brought in close to him, close enough for him to grip her chin.

"Rory. Open your mouth, Rory."

He smirks. And then chuckles. "Is that all you have to offer? Why hide such a pretty body?"

His gauntlet glows blue, the space stone gripping her wrists and ankles, suddenly pulling her spreadeagle.

"Good boy. Tell me your name."

"I'd like to see you try."

With a clench of his fist and a red glow of the reality stone, her clothes melt into nothing.

"Not as long as you don't give me a reason to." He sets his hand on top of the boy's head, utterly dwarfing him. "And I get the feeling you're going to be quite a good boy for me."

"Death didn't want me. It stung. But I'll be sure to send her plenty of others."

Thanos notices that gaze, of course he does.

"You can either look up, or kneel down."

He has his ideas as to how... but which infinity stone to use?

Mind? Power? Reality...?

Does he even need one...

It makes the titan smirk. "I am. Much larger than you." He approaches him, towering over the boy.

If she isn't loyal yet...

"And what may I call you?"

So many loyal subjects...