One of the most fun things about Axel Braun’s sexually explicit comic book based oeuvre, from a fanboy perspective at least, is the license Braun takes to put beloved superheroes together who have never shared screen time in Hollywood’s adaptations.

In Wolverine XXX, the sharp-knuckled title character (played by a mega gruff-voiced Tommy Gunn) pairs up—reluctantly—with everyone’s favorite arachnid, Spider-Man (Xander Corvus reprising his signature role once again), to go after Sabretooth (Evan Stone, completely unrecognizable thanks to the ace makeup by industry veteran 2-Ply).

During their mission, our protagonists receive help—and invigorating dick-wetting—from Wolverine’s sexiest fellow X-Men, Rogue (Allie Haze) and Jean Grey (Andy San Dimas). It seems a plot is afoot with the assistance of Domino (Axel Braun contract girl Aiden Ashley) and Lady Deathstrike (Maya Hills) to harvest the DNA of Wolverine and Sabretooth for some sinister military project involving mutant making.

How do Domino and Deathstrike procure their samples? Through the time-honored stealth tactic of fucking, of course! Domino gives herself to Wolverine in the opener, and later Deathstrike lets Sabertooth unleash his pent-up aggression by tearing into her … including by way of her anal chute.

In between, during what we soon find out is a flashback for Wolverine, there is a positively scorching girl/girl scene between his slain bride-to-be Mariko (reigning AVN Female Performer of the Year Asa Akira) and her handmaiden, played by the stunning Charmane Star.

Elsewhere, after Rogue discovers that the healing powers possessed by Deadpool (Derrick Pierce) allow her to touch him and Spidey to touch her, the three of them take advantage of the opportunity to engage in a super-horny-hero ménage; and Jean Grey makes it with Wolverine on a hilltop patio … just because.

While the story seems mostly to serve as a basic setup for a portended sequel, the real strong suit of this production is its sex scenes; the girls are all A-list (literally—most of their names even start with the letter) and deliver the strokeworthy smolder for which they’re each known. It would be no stretch to call this the most sexually power-packed of Braun’s superhero parodies to date.

For full disclosure, we’ve seen neither of the big screen Wolverine films, but we know well enough that the degree to which Braun’s comic capers parallel their mainstream counterparts begins and ends with their titles—and since the two Wolverine pics have received far from glowing feedback, we feel safe enough in recommending that fans just bypass them both and proceed directly to the more fun, naughty version Braun has served up.