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“Come one! Come all! To Sins Debaucherous Carnival!
Tis Hallows Eve and the night is young! Prepare yourselves for a night of raucous fun! From spooky sexy skeletons, to our Sirens' sensual song, let your darkness be your guide as you travel the sins of the flesh we provide.”
Sins, a den of iniquity where almost anything is on the table for the right price. A neutral hub for dark dealings and clandestine meetings between friends and foes alike. Providing entertainment to suit a range of tastes.
Opulent doors lead onto our main floor. A grand room that houses a large stage and two bars that line the walls adorned in hues of blue, purple and red. Various forms of tables and seating are available, ranging from a standard table and chairs to privacy booths.
Here is where Nyx and her vexing menagerie entice and ensnare patrons with the movement of their scantily clad bodies. It’s a feast for the eyes as the speakers pump out music showcasing the level of chaos one may engage in tonight. Complete with fire breathing, masked women yielding baseball bats, couples swinging from the trapeze in various states of undress and shirtless men wrestling.If and where one might take their night further is up to them.
Up the lighted stairs to the second floor is where things heat up to a lascivious level. Where sins of the flesh can be found. Dark desires find a home here in the darkened corners and behind closed doors. But don't be fooled, there is no lawless debauchery here.
Contracts of consent must be made, and dues before entry must be paid. Rules and hard limits are heavily enforced. No three strike policy in place. No second chances. The cost of breaking said covenant can be deadly.This, my friends, is where our night begins…
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Sitting behind the ornately carved extra large wooden desk, Tony idly shuffles through his phone. The sound of the door softly opening and closing alerting him of your presence. It's a moment before he raises his eyes in your direction.
Enough time for you to take in the relaxed business attire he has donned for this particular fantasy. Giving off every bit the sexy professor he was striving for.
“You wanted to see me, Mr. Stark. Is everything okay with my project? Did you notice something amiss with my schematics?”
He smirks as you play the part of the hopeful engineering student. Taking the time to peruse your well thought out outfit. Cataloging the loose crop top and tiny plaid skirt. Complete with fishnets that lead down into a pair of black Doc Martens.
“Actually, I need you to clarify something for me.”
“And that is?”
“I'll need you to come over here so that I can show you.”
With a sway to your hips, you make your way over to the desk. Bending over to give him a glimpse down your shirt. You hear a small intake of breath as he realizes you're without a bra.
“So what’s the issue Sir?”
“Those pretty lips of yours haven't been wrapped around my cock in over a week. I’m starting to think you don't care about me or a passing grade.”
“Honestly, I didn’t think you’d notice. I can’t be the only co-ed partaking in your extra credit.”
“As a matter of fact, you actually are the only one.”
“Color me surprised. I better get to work then. Makeup for all that lost time.”
He pushes his chair back, allowing for you to slip underneath the desk as he undoes his belt. Unzipping his slacks his beautiful cock springs forth, almost smacking you in the face.
“No boxer briefs. It’s almost as if you were expecting me to be on my knees for you.”
“One can never be too prepared. We gonna keep chit chatting or are you going to remind me what that mouth of yours can do?”
“You’re a bossy one today. I’ll get to it when I get to it.”
You tease your tongue along his frenulum. Stopping any sassy retort he may be planning right at the source. A groan escapes his throat as you wrap your lips around his leaking tip and sink down until your nose hits his artfully trimmed pelvis.
You’re taking your time. Savoring the taste of him on your tongue. Losing yourself in the pleasure of pleasing him. Wringing whines and whimpers from a man who carries so much of the world on his shoulders.
Speaking of such burdens, as you twist and bob along his length, his phone begins to ring.
“Noooo. Not now.” He whines.
You pull off of his cock with a wet pop. A string of saliva stretching between your lips and his slick dick. With a firm grip of his base, you give him a few pumps.
“Answer it.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“What? It’s most likely important if they were able to get through.”
“Why do you have to be reasonable while my cock is in your hands? And why is that so hot?”
“You better hurry before it goes to voicemail.”
With a flourish he answers the call with a gruff “Stark”.
As he focuses on the person on the other end you take him back down your throat. Earning you a fist in your hair and a slight tug that goes ignored as you increase the pace and massage his cock with your well trained esophagus.
It’s too distracting. With a glare Tony pulls you off of his dick. Staring down at your mischievous smile as you lick your lips. He releases your hair and mouths for you to stand up. Backing his chair up to allow you to do so.
Once you stand before him, he places the call on speaker and sets it on the desk. Running his hands up your fishnets he reaches under your skirt. Tearing a hole big enough to fully expose your soaked thong. Spinning you around he pulls the gusset to the side and pulls you down onto his aching cock.
Hiking your skirt up he takes the time to impale you deep. Stuffing you full. You gasp, tossing your head back on his shoulder as your walls stretch to accommodate him. He runs his nose along your jaw.
“Be a good girl and keep my cock nice and warm while I finish my call. And I don’t want to hear a peep understand? Just sit still and enjoy.” He whispers in your ear.
You absentmindedly nod your head. Leaning back and settling in. You try to focus on Tony's voice as to not give in to the need to undulate your hips and ride him. But the more he speaks, the bass in his voice vibrating along your spine, the harder it is to remain still.
You squirm, just a little, as you try to alleviate the ache in your core. Tony pinching your thigh in warning.
“Sounds like a simple enough fix. Run the equation through Jarvis to test it and send me the updated schematics. You’ve interrupted my night enough. Don’t call back unless you blow up the lab.”
With a flourish he leans forward and ends the call. Sinking deeper within you at the movement. You whine at the intrusion.
“Shh shh shh. I know. I know. Feeling a little sensitive aren't we babygirl?”
Your chest is heaving with the effort to keep it together. “Yes.”
“Who knew you could be so well behaved.” He lays a sweet kiss to your neck. “I’m going to need you to get up and lean over the desk for me. Keep your skirt around your waist. I want you on full display.”
Seeking an end to this slow torture you rise off of his cock. Placing your hands on the mahogany desk in front of you, you bend over.
Tony runs his hands up the back of your thighs until they rest on your cheeks. With a firm grip he spreads them apart exposing your glistening flesh.
“Oh baby, look at you. So wet you’ve made a mess of your thighs.”
“Please.”
“What was that?” He ghosts his fingers along your folds.
“Please. Put it back in. I need you.”
He groans and grabs a fistful of your ass.
“Are you gonna stay away for over a week again?”
“No!” You quickly respond. “I promise.”
“Good girl. Now tell me what it is you want exactly. Just for me to be inside you? Or do you need me to fuck you stupid and fill you up with my week long load so you remember to never leave me hanging again?”
“Fuck me. Please. Fill me up, Sir. I’ve been such a good girl for you tonight.”
“That you have. That you have.”
With a kiss to your spine and a growl Tony thrusts back inside of you. Only taking a moment to reacclimate to your tight walls before setting a pace that quickly has you seeing stars.
“Oh Fuck!” You shout.
“Yeah, that’s it. Keep squeezing my dick like that baby and you’ll get your creamy reward in no time.”
You look back over your shoulder. Making eye contact with the billionaire playboy. A devilish smile upon your lips as you push your hips back into him with each thrust. Topping from the bottom.
Your challenge is met with a chuckle and a tightened grip around your waist as he pounds you into the desk.
You continue this dance of dominance for who knows how long before that familiar stirring settles along your spine. You give yourself over to the pleasure and let Tony guide you along to a simultaneous climax.
Your bodies work together as your silken walls spasm around Tony’s girth. Milking him for all that he’s got to give as he spills rope after rope of his seed deep inside you.
“Take it. Take. Every. Last. Drop.” Tony punctuates with short bursts of his hips. “It’s all for you. Only for you.” He whispers the last part but you catch it anyway. Your body responding with a tightening of your walls and a warmth settling in your chest.
With a final push and a kiss to your shoulder, Tony gently pulls out. Scooping you up into his arms and carrying you over to the sofa along the opposite wall.
“Sit tight. I’m going to go start the shower so I can clean you up and properly massage out those tight muscles.
Your night is only beginning and I doubt anyone is going to take it easy on you tonight. It’s been a rough week for us to say the least. So I’m going to thank you in advance for all of us. You have no idea what tonight means to us.”
With the sweetest kiss, he heads off into the bathroom. Leaving you alone with your thoughts of what might the rest of the night have in store for you.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
“Well, well, well what have we here? A bird of prey on display. All tressed up just for little ole me.”
“Your assistant was getting a little handsy. Not sure how good of a job he did at pulling these knots tight enough.”
“Can’t blame him for wanting to touch the merchandise. Those biceps of yours are heavenly.” You chuckle. Making your way over to the chair Clint is currently tied to. “Besides, I wanted to see how quickly you could get out before I went and trussed you up myself.”
“Oh, Thank God.” The ropes around his torso loosen and fall to the ground around him. “I thought I was going to have to hold back and pretend the whole session.”
Rising from the chair he swaggers over to you. Placing his callused hands upon your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss.
“Hello gorgeous. Just needed to get that out of the way. I’ll behave now. Where do you want me?”
“You’re wanting as little control as possible, correct?”
“Correct.”
“But no real Domination?”
“Correct again.” He grabs your hand and runs his thumb along your soft skin. “Think of it this way. I want you to use my body for pleasure without my interference. Don’t worry about anything other than coming on my tongue and cock as much as possible. That clear enough for you?”
“Crystal.”
“Great. So, again, where do you want me?”
“Lose the cute purple briefs and starfish in the middle of the bed for me. Make sure your head is comfortable but slightly raised on a pillow please.”
He groans at your tone. Giving his cock a squeeze through his briefs before shoving the material down his thighs. Kicking them to the side with a little bounce. Sending a wink in your direction he can’t help himself and back flips onto the king size bed taking up residence against the wall.
“Show off.” You shake your head.
“Excuse me, but weren’t you the one twirling around in aerial silks earlier? I’m just meeting you at your level. Plus what's the point of sleeping with a former circus performer if you won't let me play along?”
“Fair point. Now hurry up and get comfy. I’m just going to grab what I need from the wall. Any texture preference I should be aware of?”
“Nothing to coarse but I do enjoy a bit of a bite.”
“Noted.”
You proceed to collect your preferred bundles. Double checking the length and inspecting for any tears.
Clint clearly had taken your order to get comfy seriously as he lays back, eyes closed and breathing steady. Gently climbing onto the bed you grab his outstretched right hand and begin to secure him to the headboard.
“Mmm. I love it when you manhandle me.”
You shake your head at his antics. “Always a clever quip waiting on your tongue.”
“I know one way you can shut me up.” He grins waggling his brows.
You chose to ignore him as you continue to tie him to the bed. Being careful to be precise with your knots and the amount of slack the bondage provides.
“Secure enough for you? Or do they need an adjustment?”
He gives a tug with all four limbs. Testing their limits with a cheeky grin. “Damn. Perfect on the first try. It’s as if you do this for a living or something.”
“Ha. Ha.” You snark. “I could just leave you here and make my way to Nat’s room instead. Give you time to think about all the things we are doing to each other while you go untouched.”
“Okay. Okay. I’ll stop messing around. I’m dying to know what’s under that robe.”
“Good boy.”
Standing above him, feet on either side of his torso, you untie your red silk robe. Letting it cascade down your arms and land in a pool on his pelvis. Revealing a purple and black silk and mesh lingerie set. Complete with a balconette bra and crotch less panties.
Clint licks his lips and whines at all the supple flesh you just exposed.
“Fuck. Me.” He whispers.
“That’s kind of the point bird boy.” You chuckle lowering to your knees. Hovering over his abdomen as you pick up your discarded robe and toss it to the side.
You push back, sitting fully on his pelvis. Trapping his aching cock between your damp folds. With a swivel of your hips you both moan. You keep up the small circles until you're riding the edge. Holding off on your own pleasure just yet, you rise back up onto your knees.
You maneuver your body until you have spun around and your dripping slit is hovering over Clint’s waiting mouth. You can feel him pull against the restraints. Desperate for a taste of you on his tongue.
“Patience. You’ll get a taste soon enough.” You reach forward and begin teasing his now leaking cock. Giving him slow delicate strokes that have his hips lifting off the mattress.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please sit on my face. Wanna feel you come undone on my tongue.”
“Well since you asked so nicely.”
You lower your hips down. Cunt barely hovering over his parted lips. As soon as it is in reach enough of his lifted head, Clint sucks your clit right into his mouth. No teasing or slow build up. Straight to the point. Practically setting you off instantly.
Your grip on his cock falters as you give in to pleasurable talents of his tongue. Gyrating your hips til his tongue hits that one sweet spot along your bundle of nerves and sets you off. You jolt upright. Smothering Clint as you ride the wave of your orgasm.
As the fog lifts you rise up on your knees. Providing Clint with some much needed air. As he focuses on taking in lungfuls of oxygen you slide down his torso. Throwing your leg over the side and repositioning yourself over his rock hard cock.
Notching his tip to your entrance you slide down his impressive length. Whining as your pelvis’ touch. Leaning back, you stretch your arms to the right and pull the quick release on his ankle. Doing the same to his left. You're surprised when Clint keeps his legs right where they are.
“Don’t look so shocked. I want to watch you ride me for a bit, Sugar. But thanks for the release anyway.” He winks.
You choose to just go with it and roll your hips back and forth. Grinding down and making Clint hit all your sweet spots. Head flung back and your body moving purely on instinct. You close your eyes as you give to the need for release.
The next thing you know, hands are gripping your waist and you are being rolled over until your back hits the mattress. Your hands are quickly tied together. Opening your eyes you are met with a smiling Clint. He takes your tied wrists and places them around his neck.
He leans down to kiss you. As you part your lips, allowing his tongue admittance, he slides himself back inside you in unison. Causing you to moan around the thick muscle dancing along yours.
He never stops kissing you as he thrusts deep and hard. Increasing the pressure or depth with each muffled moan. He’s reading your body like no one has before. It’s intoxicating.
He finally breaks the kiss. “Fuck this pussy is always spectacular. I’m not gonna last much longer. Where do you want it?” He pants.
“Wherever you feel inclined to do so. I am at your mercy.”
He groans. Hips faltering. “Fuck that’s hot.Wrap your legs around me.”
You lift your legs until they wrap around his hips. Ankles locking to secure them in place. Bringing you even closer than you were before.
“Fuck. Fuck. Here it comes. Just for you. All for you.”
He presses his forehead to yours as his cock surges and then begins to paint your walls white. His climax, setting off your own, as you fall apart around him. Gasping breaths and quiet moans echo through the room as you come down from your respective highs.
“Wow” He whispers into your neck. Followed by a sweet kiss.
“I know. Thought I was supposed to only use you as a toy? Care to explain what happened there?”
“The way you were riding me. Completely lost in the pleasure short circuited my brain. I needed to fully be the reason that look of calm and euphoria was on your face. My bad. You gonna punish me?”
“No.” You chuckle. “I like it when you lose control and give in to your baser thoughts. Especially when I benefit from them. You play it off as you are Mr. Nonchalant but you're very much in control of everything at all times. Giving in means you feel safe here and that makes me a very proud woman.”
“This place is magical.”
“I tend to think so. After all it technically brought all of you to me. By way of Wade of course but still.”
“We better get you cleaned up before Nat comes and drags you out of here.”
“Actually I was explicitly told to only slip on my robe and head straight to her when we were done.”
Clint groans, thrusting his still connected hips into you. “Why must you both torture me so. I know you can feel me getting hard again.”
“Sorry not sorry. Requests are requests. I’m just following orders. Feel free to find the pocket pussy molded after me and help yourself out while I’m gone. After you untie me of course.”
“Should I make sure I put on a show for the cameras so you can perv on me with it later?”
“No objections here. Just make sure it’s a damn good show.”
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The door adjoining Clint’s room to Natasha’s opens with a soft creek. Revealing a patiently waiting Black Widow draped along a blood red couch.
“Hello Red. Might I be so bold as to tell you how ravishing you look tonight?”
“And you look thoroughly ravished. I knew Clint couldn’t keep it under control.” She smirks before quirking her finger in a come hither motion. “Come here.”
You take your time walking over to the couch. Stopping between Nat’s now spread thighs.
“Lose the robe.”
You untie the belt and let the silk drift down your body.
“Good girl. Now strip off the rest for me. Slowly.”
“As you wish.” You reach behind you and unclasp your balconette. The straps falling down your arms for you to catch. Releasing your breasts from their mesh cage into the cool air. Turning your nipples into diamonds before Natasha’s eyes, as you slowly peel your crotch less panties down your legs.
“Oh, Malyska. Just look at the mess you’ve made of your thighs. Let me help you.”
Nat leans forward, pulling your legs wider apart as she licks a path along the inside of your left thigh. Collecting the arousing mix of you and Clint along her taste buds. With the fingers on her right hand he scoops what remains on your right thigh. Admiring how they glisten and shine before sinking them inside your leaking cunt.
With a gentle suck to your clit she begins to rid you of any evidence of your prior activities with her best friend and teammate.
“I swear he has never tasted better than he does dripping out of you.”
She stands, pulling her fingers from within you in the process and teasing them along your slightly parted lips.
“But don’t just take my word for it. Have a taste yourself.”
You open your mouth in anticipation. With a saccharine smile to rival the Cheshire cat she places her slim fingers atop your waiting tongue. Closing your mouth around them the tantalizing mixture makes you moan.
You suck them clean. Teasing your tongue between her fingers. Making sure not to miss a single drop. With a lick to your lips and a satisfied smack you grin at the red head like the cat that got the cream.
“Finger licking good.”
Lacing your fingers together, Nat leads you to bed in the center of the room. She gently pushes you back. Climbing over you as she reaches for the pre roll she stashed on the nightstand.
Lighting it up she exhales a cloud of smoke around your face.
“Heavenly even obscured through the haze of smoke. Are you properly relaxed yet, Malyshka?”
“Close.”
“Not good enough. Let’s see if we can find the problem.”
Setting the joint in the ashtray she turns back to you. Trailing feather light kisses along your skin as she makes her way back between your legs.
“Would you look at that? Your sweet little pearl is all engorged. Looks like it needs some extra love and attention. Don’t move. I have just the thing.”
She reaches into the night stand drawer and produces a leather harness complete with dildo already attached. And a special internal g spot stimulator attachment for Natasha as well. Losing her panties, she steps into the harness and tightens the straps to her liking.
Before getting back onto the bed, she reaches inside the drawer once more and pulls out an all black hitachi magic wand. She places it gently next to you and climbs back into bed.
Grabbing you spread thighs she pulls you down towards her. Swiping her fingers through your arousal and slicking her girthy silicone cock with it. Satisfied as how well it glistens in the artificial light she notches the tip at your entrance.
She watches, entranced as your cunt stretches around the toy as she slowly thrusts into you. When your pelvis meets the harness she leans forward. Capturing your hands in hers and she sets a slow and methodical pace. Noting the pleasure that crosses your face and the rapid pace of your breathing.
“Did he have you like this? On your back. At his mercy?”
She picks up the pace as you silently nod your head. Reaching over to grab the wand. Before you have time to register the movement, the toy is already perched on your clit and she is clicking it on to the lowest setting.
“Oh Fuck!” You whine. Squirming against the vibrations tickling your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“He might be a good fuck. Hell they're all good fucks from what I hear, but they’ll never compare to what I can make your body do. Can they?”
You shake your head no as she ups the setting on the wand. Causing you to arch your back from the sudden onslaught and lock your ankles around her thighs.
“Oh, someone is feeling very good. That’s the sweet spot isn’t it baby?”
You just bob your head in response.
“So what would happen if I did this…”
With a swivel of her hips, the curved tip of the silicone dildo inside you begins to rub against your g spot.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” You chant as the pressure grows.
Unbeknownst to you, lost in your lustful haze, Nat is also feeling the stirrings of an impending orgasm due the toy tucked inside her.
The pressure hits a fever pitch and the next thing you know you are coming undone with a scream. Your mind goes blank as your eyes roll back into your head and you feel a euphoric release as you ride the intense waves of your climax.
It’s Natasha’s guttural scream that has your eyes shooting open as you watch her writhe and shake with the intensity of her own orgasm. It is a sight now forever etched in your brain.
She pulls out and collapses beside you. Both of you fighting for enough air to fill your lungs properly while the aftershocks course through you. You notice that the bed beneath you feels damp.
No more than damp,
soaked
.
“Oh shit!” You mumble out. “You made me squirt.”
“I sure as fuck did. Take that boys.” She smiles up at the camera in the far corner of the room.
“It wasn’t a competition.”
“For you maybe. But I had a point to prove and damn did I deliver.”
You shake your head and roll your way out of bed. Walking to the en-suite bathroom on wobbly legs.
“Where ya going so fast?”
“For one to drink a glass of water or 5. Need to replenish the liquids in my body. Two to pee because, team no UTI. And three to freshen up with a shower before I get all dolled up for Steve. You’re welcome to join me.”
“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.”
“Deal. Just don’t get my hair wet. I don’t have time to fully restyle it. The messy sex hair is working for me and I don’t want to tempt fate.”
“You’ll be tempting something alright.” She chuckles.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
As Steve had requested to have his session in one of the private entertainment rooms, you are already in place, perched on a small stage, when he arrives.
He cuts an imposing figure standing in the doorway. Even dressed down in a simple t-shirt and jeans.
“Have a seat Captain. The show is about to begin.”
He takes his time before he makes his way over to the plush, velvet couch. Taking in the sheer leopard print mesh strappy
teddy
complete with garters and stockings you wore just for him. Looking every bit the empowered sex worker turned Pin Up of his dreams.
The atmosphere thickens with a palpable tension.
With a sly smile, you begin to dance. Your body moving like liquid silk. Each fluid movement foretelling a story of desire and confidence as you undulate your hips and draw Steven deeper into your spell.
The world outside fades away. Leaving only the two of you in this seemingly enchanted place.
Your performance is both playful and tantalizing. Inviting him to surrender to the magic of the night. In this room, where time stood still, the boundaries of reality blurred. Leaving behind only the fiery connection ignited by your shared experience.
Steve watches as the lights play along your skin. Illuminating you like art on display as you swivel and sway. All feminine and sweet with a dark edge.
He can't take his eyes off of you. Their lovely ocean hue now but a sliver, as it is overtaken by the dilation of his lust filled pupils.
“I find it fascinating how enthralled you are with me.” You break the silence. “You thrive on control and doing the right thing. While I skate the line of morality on the daily. Is it the taboo of my blood stained hands that does it for you?”
“No.” He calmly states. “It’s the conviction in which you follow through. Regardless of the outcome. We’re more alike than you may think. Your brand of justice is far harsher than mine. While I try to protect the many. You devote yourself to the individual. I envy that ease of conviction.”
His honesty makes you pause as you share a look.
“Shit. I fucked up the moment didnt I? Me and my big fucking mouth. I told Buck I wasn’t great at this on my own. You get me all flustered and I either say or do something to fuck it all up.”
You smile as he rambles on. Stepping off the stage you cross the small room to stand between his parted thighs. Bending forward and placing a finger to his lips.
“Shh.” When he closes his mouth you proceed to crawl into his lap. “You are far more nervous than a man who can pull orgasms out of me like it's his job, should be. I find your shyness, though rare for the public to see, very attractive. You don’t always have to be Captain America when we’re together. Although I really like that assertive asshole too. He knows how to have a bloody good time.”
Steve quirks his brow at your remark.
“All I’m saying is, forget all that other BS. Sit back, relax and let me handle the rest. Only do what you naturally feel inclined to. This isn't a performance for the masses. It’s just me and you.”
You lean down and press your lips to his. Enjoying their pillow softness as he deepens the embrace. A pleased growl emanating from his chest. The vibrations dancing along your torso.
Running your hands down his firm chest you stop at the waistband of his blue jeans. Eyeing the large bulge fighting against his zipper.
“May I?”
“Yes, please. It is your fault after all.”
You don’t break eye contact as you undo his button and slide his zipper down. With a firm grip you reach inside and aid his generous appendage in its release.
It lands on his abs. Tip red and leaking already.
With your hands on his broad shoulders, you scoot yourself forward. Nestling the steel rod encased in velvety soft skin between the damp mesh of your teddy and his pelvis. You give a cursory roll of your hips. Earning you a hand gripped around your waist as shock jolts up your spine.
You continue grinding down on him. Losing yourself in the friction induced pleasure. As Steve pulls down the cups of your teddy and feasts on your breasts. Sucking, biting and teasing the supple flesh until you’re a whimpering mess in his lap.
Sliding his right hand up your torso, he settles it around the base of your throat. Eyes full of hunger, he pulls you in for a deep kiss. It’s like a drug to your system. Highly addictive with its power to rend your restless mind silent.
As you pull away from the kiss you take a moment separate from his body. If just for a minute so that you can recalibrate your brain.
You get to your feet. Turning around with a flourish and making a show of bending over. With an arch in your spine, you settle back into his lap. Rubbing your ass against his cock as you lean your back against his chest.
You pull your legs up high into the air. Giving them a fancy burlesque twirl before setting them on either side of his man spread thighs.
Only the sound of heaving chests can be heard. As if uttering a word right now would break the magic that is taking place.
You pull the gusset of your teddy to the side as you reach between your legs and grip Steve’s base. With a quiet inhale you sink down onto his glorious cock. Gasping at the stretch and humming in satisfaction as you take him all in one go.
He hisses at the sudden warmth of your silkend walls cocooning his length.
Reaching back, you slide your fingers into his longer hair and lightly tug as you begin to ride him. Writhing in his lap as he pinches your nipples and bites down on your shoulder. Pressing kisses to your skin to soothe the sting.
His hand makes its way back around to grip your throat.
“Be a good girl for me, doll face and stay still.”
He sinks lower down the couch. Ass practically falling off the edge, as he starts pounding up into you at a dizzying pace. Keeping you in place with his hand still protectively around your throat.
“So pretty”
Pump.
“So deadly.”
Pump. Pump.
“Yet she turns into a whimpering mess when I have her wrapped around my cock.”
Pump. Pump. Pump.
“Mmmm. This pussy is top notch. Grade A perfection.”
Your walls squeeze around him at the praise. Traveling down the fast lane to climax as you have given over control.
“You love to be praised. Love knowing you're my good girl don't you?”
You whine and fervently nod your head yes.
“Then you better show me just how good of a girl you can be and come for me.”
Pump.
“Right.”
Pump.
“Now.”
That’s it. That’s all the direction you needed to let go and come with a silent scream. Pussy clamping down on Steve like a vice. Bringing him right to the edge of his own control.
“Get on your knees. Gonna turn that pretty face into a work of art.”
You scramble off his lap on shaky legs and practically fall to your knees. Opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue just in time to catch the first ropes of his cum as he strokes himself. Painting your face with his devotion until he is spent.
Pulling his phone out, he snaps a quick picture to admire later.
“So perfect.”
“Stop, you're gonna give a girl a complex.”
“Too late for that.”
You slap his thigh.
“Alright asshole. Either help me clean up the mess you’ve made of my face or go back down to the club. I have a very demanding demigod to get ready for.”
“I’ll just distract you and get you all dirty again. So I am going to do the wise thing and head back downstairs. But first.”
He scoops some of his cum off of your cheek with his finger and places it in front of your mouth. Before he can get a word out your lips are wrapped around the thick digit. Savoring the taste of him on your tongue.
He groans as he pulls free of your mouth. “Fucking temptress.”
“I prefer Lady Of The Night.” You retort with a wink. Spinning him around towards the door, you reach around, tuck his cock back in his jeans and pull up his zipper. Sending him on his way with a smack to the ass.
He just shakes his head with a chuckle. Blowing you a kiss as he makes his way out.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
You enter the dimly lit room. Senses on high alert. It's too quiet.
As the door softly closes behind you a blade is suddenly pressed to your throat. A husky baritone whispering in your ear.
“Not even a spike in your pulse. You may be worthy yet.”
“Is it I who has to deem themselves worthy or the god who is too cocky in his abilities?”
With a twist you grab Thor's wrist. Pulling down and away as you pinch a pressure point, releasing the dagger into your palm. Spinning on your heel you notch the tip of the blade to his Adam's apple.
“Playing dirty tonight I see.” You taunt.
“We agreed to no powers. My battle prowess is well within our limits.”
“I find it flattering you felt the need to cheat to try and best me.”
“I was unaware that foreplay was cheating.”
“You have yet to draw blood. So foreplay this is not.”
He maintains eye contact with you as he teases a meaty hand up your thigh. Quickly grabbing your own beloved dagger from its hidden sheath with his nimble fingers. Trailing it up your abdomen. Uncaring of his own precarious situation, he teases the onyx color blade along your cleavage. With a mischievous smile to rival his brother he nicks your soft skin.
A rivulet of crimson seeps from the fresh wound.
“What was that about drawing blood?”
Your response is to return the favor by giving him a nick along the right side of his throat. Leaning forward, you catch the errant claret fluid making its way to his chest. Pulling back, Thor captures your jaw with his free hand and raises your chin. Making you meet him halfway as he ravages your mouth with his own.
The kiss is intense as he sucks your tongue. Growling at the taste of copper from his blood still fresh upon it. He releases your chin. Your dagger still held tight in his other. In the blink of an eye your dress is merely ribbons. Leaving you in only your bra and garter belt.
He tosses both daggers aside and lifts you into his arms. Carrying you across the room and tossing you onto the bed. As you try to reorient yourself he grabs a glass goblet off of the nightstand filled with dark red wine.
“Stay right there and arch your back for me.”
You do as you are commanded. I cold chill creeps up your spine as Thor begins to drizzle the wine along your skin. Bending down to savor it with his tongue. It’s messy and sexy all at once.
“You make me ravenous. They way you command a crowd. The power that exudes off of you is intoxicating. From the first moment you challenged me, I knew I would be forever changed.” He grabs your ass. Raising it higher in the air.
“Tonight I plan to return the favor by marking you as mine.”
You wiggling your ass in a taunting manner.
“Then quit your yapping and get to it already before I perish from boredom.”
“You’ll pay for that.”
“Promise?”
Having worn basically just a loin cloth, Thor had thought this plan through thoroughly. Shifting the cloth to the side, he releases his own personal hammer and pushes his blessed girth inside you in one thrust of his hips.
“A guarantee.” He grunts.
You let out a whine. Taken off guard by the sudden intrusion.
He leans forward. Grabbing a fistful of your hair and pressing you further into the mattress. The soft sting distracting you from Thor pulling his hips back until he slams back inside you.
You have no time to catch your breath, let alone think, as he conquers your cunt like a new land he is looking to acquire. You're trapped beneath him as sets out to make his claim. His forehead pressed to your spine as he nips and bites at your flesh.
Your hand latches on to the wrist he is using to hold himself up. Your nails decorating his tan flesh in half moon indents and deep scratches as you leave a mark all your own.
He is rutting into you with the will of a predator. Devouring you whole and leaving no crumbs. Your brain is blank. Devoid of all coherent thought as you give in to your baser needs. Arching your back further so that he may sink into you deeper.
The grunts, growls and gravelly whispered praise he speaks are like a drug. Addicting as they flood your system with serotonin. Taking you higher and higher until with a choked scream, you fall apart. An amalgam of adrenaline, oxytocin and dopamine shooting through your bloodstream like lightning dancing across a stormy sky.
A roar like thunder rings out. Ricocheting of the walls as they shake with its magnitude. Testing the limits of the club's soundproofing.
“As much as I crave to rend as many cosmic orgasms out of you as possible.” Thor grits out as your walls continue to convulse around him.
“Leaving you a mess. Ruined for all others.” He grips your hips and pushes in deeper until his tip kisses your cervix.
“That wouldn’t be kind to Banner or Barnes. Both who are in need of your kind of magic more than I.”
He swivels his hips and pulls back until only his tip remains. Leaning down, he rains kisses across your back and spine. He stops with his mouth perched at the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet.
“So I will have to leave you something to remember me by. Body and soul.”
He growls the last part. Slamming back inside you, just before sinking his teeth into your flesh. Sending a shock of pleasurable pain straight to your core. Your walls squeeze and dance along his shaft in a rhythm all their own. Reducing the demigod to a gravely whimpering mess as his seed decorates your insides.
As you collapse into a puddle on the bed below you. Thors gently pulls out. Fighting against your greedy cunt as she refuses to let him go. A trail of his milky white seed, leaking for your well loved hole.
With a gentleness, he is not known for, Thor dips his middle fingers back inside you. Coating them in your mixed essence to his satisfaction, he places them at the base of your spine. He draws a symbol you can’t easily decipher from feeling alone. As he finishes, a heat can be felt and a blue glow that matches his magic sparks for a moment.
“There. My formal claim is set. I hope I have not misstepped.” He turns you over. “It is simple to remove if I have to. It’s not visible to anyone other than you and me. Well, except maybe my brother. But he can see all magic.”
“Thor.” You place your hand in his. “You're rambling. It’s fine. I actually kind of like the secret claim. Will it hinder my work or being with the others?”
“No.” He smiles. “It is just simply a bond shared between you and I. I’m not the monogamous sort. So you have no worries there.”
“Perfect. It’ll be our little secret.” You smile back. “Now, my legs are still tingly, so would you be so kind as to carry me to the bath so I may freshen up for Bruce. I’m not sure how the big guy would take me reeking of you.”
“It would be my pleasure.” He scoops you up in his arms and walks into the en suite. He proceeds to start a bath with one hand as he holds you close. As the tub fills, he removes your bra, garter and stockings. Once the water is at a level he is comfortable with, he unties the fabric around his hips. Letting it drop to the floor.
He lifts you back into his arms and wraps your legs around him as he steps into the tub. Turning off the faucet and leaning back in the water with you laid across his chest.
“You get some rest and I’ll clean you up. Don’t worry I’ll make sure you are ready for Banner in time.”
With a kiss placed to your forehead you sink deeper into his warmth as he provides you with the sweet aftercare you’re craving. Allowing your mind a moment of stillness.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
As promised, Thor made sure to get you to your session with Bruce on time. Going so far as to escort you down the hall where you met the nervous looking scientist waiting by the door.
“Bruce, you didn't have to wait outside the room for me. You could have gotten comfortable inside.”
“I didn’t know what to expect since I left the session details up to you. Thought it might be best if we went in together. Just in case you know.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“That’s perfectly fine. We go at your pace. This is your session after all.” Turning to Thor you place a kiss to his cheek and send him on his way. Turning all of your attention to Bruce, you reach out your hand for him to take. “Shall we?”
He swallows. Lightly nodding. “Y-yeah. Let’s do this.”
You open the black door before you and usher you both inside.
The room looks like most others in this hall. King size bed taking up most of the square footage. Standard night stands, a love seat in the corner and a boudoir to the left snug against the wall.
But the thing that makes this specific room different is the mirrored ceiling spanning half of the room.
You wrap your arms around Bruce’s shoulders. Running your fingers through his slightly wild hair.
“Have you figured out my surprise yet?”
He shakes his head no and you proceed to spin your body so that his back faces the bed. With a push to the shoulders he falls back onto the mattress. Gazing up and catching his reflection as you move to straddle his hips.
“A mirrored ceiling?” He quirks a brow at me.
“Provides a great 360 degree experience. I’m privy to your voyeuristic tendencies. But I’m curious about the big guys. Does he get to partake in your amorous activities? Or is he stuck being a spectator?”
“I haven't slept with many people after all this happened. And when I have he usually takes a back seat.”
“Usually?”
“You're the exception, so it would seem. But I’m sure you already knew that.”
“I had my suspicions. This session is for you but just so you know, I wouldn’t mind if he wanted to watch. Give audience feedback and direction if he so chooses even.”
“Really?”
“Is that so surprising?”
“He’s dangerous and unpredictable.”
“So am I.” You chuckle.
You watch as he shakes his head. Almost arguing with himself.
“What is he saying?”
“He wants to be involved. Here is not the place for that. He can’t be trusted with so many people in one place.”
“Can I offer a suggestion?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“First, I have a question. Is there a way for you two to occupy the ‘same space’?”
“What, like sharing the reins?”
“Sort of. More like an active observer. He can’t control the body but he can provide input and direction.”
“Hmm. Never thought of that. But then again no one has ever brought up including him. It might actually work. If he wants to behave of course.”
You look deep into his eyes. Almost searching for something. “What do ya think, Hulkster? Can you be a good boy and help me give you both pleasure.”
You watch as his right eye takes on a green hue. “He said he’ll do anything the pretty fiery lady asks.” Bruce clears his throat. “Especially if it involves her being naked.”
You toss your head back and laugh. “Oh this is going to be so much fun.”
There isn't much to the dress you threw on. It’s more of a cover up really. So with the pull of a strategically placed tie your real outfit is exposed. A beautiful black barely there, peek-a-boo, bra and panty set.
“What do you think?”
“I think we need to see the back?”
“
We
already huh?”
“At the moment, he and I are definitely on the same page. So are you going to pull the rest of the dress off or us?”
“I’m liking the sudden boost of confidence. Do you
want
to take my dress off for me?”
He nods his head yes. So you allow him to pull the soft material off your shoulders and toss it aside.
“Will you let me undress you now? Clothed sex is hot and all but I must admit I really want to see what you have hiding under here.”
“Have at it.”
“Do me a favor.” Your hands begin to unbutton his dress shirt. “Keep your eyes on the mirror while I do. 360 experience, remember?”
“I think I can manage that.”
You get back to work undressing your own personal Jekyll. Making a sensual show of it with each movement of your body for the Hyde trapped inside.
You shimmy down his body to undo his slacks. With your ass perched high in the air you barely feel the air shift as a hand slaps your ass.
“Sorry.” Bruce quickly blurts out. “That actually wasn’t me.”
You beam up at him. “Hulk, you said you’d be a good boy. That wasn't very nice of you to take control of Bruce like that, now was it?”
A gravely bass responds, using Bruce’s mouth as if he was a puppet.
“No. But ass jiggle so nice.”
You chuckle. “Why thank you. I happen to agree with you there. But rules are rules, big guy. Behave or no one gets to play. Understand?”
“Hulk be good. Hulk watch. Banner listen. Don’t ignore.”
“Thank you. Bruce, you good?”
“I’m good. Might be a little soft now though.”
“Oh, that won't be a problem for long. You just leave that to me.”
You get back to the task of removing the item of clothing keeping you from your sought after prize. Once you’ve tossed the slacks off of Bruce’s body, you dip your hands underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Taking your time to peel the black nylon down his legs. Laying a kiss on each new patch of flesh uncovered. By the time you’ve taken them off Bruce is hard as a rock. Cock standing proud and tall as he keeps his eyes on the mirror above.
“Like what you see?”
“The answer to that is staring you right in the face.”
“That it is. Do you think if I wrap my mouth around it, it’d be too much for Him?”
“Only one way to find out.”
With a lick of your lips you try and wrap your fingers around his generous girth. Your middle finger and thumb barely touch. Hulk isn't the only big guy around here. After a couple of pumps you can’t take it anymore and lean forward.
Keeping you back arched and ass high in the air and you wrap your lips around his thick tip and struggle to take him as deep as your mouth will allow. It’s rare for you to have trouble deep throating anyone and the fact that it takes you three tries and a gulp of air to do so now, is making you a dripping mess.
“Shit! No one has ever taken the whole thing in their mouth before.”
You pull back. Lips swollen and puffy from their effort. “It’s no easy feat. And that’s saying something coming from me. We’re going to have to set something up for the future. I’m determined to take you down in one shot. I will not be dissuaded from this challenge.”
“I get more one-on-one time with you? Sign me up. Are we starting now?”
“Mmm. No.” You shake your head. “But only because I still have to see Bucky and I can already feel my jaw beginning to ache.”
He runs his fingers across your jaw. “Thank you for showing me that it's at least possible. Your mouth felt amazing by the way.”
“Thank you. I take pride in my skills. But I know something that will feel even better.”
Before the words have fully left your mouth you’ve straddled his hips. Pussy hovering right above his saliva slicked cock. Bruce pauses your movement with his hands on your thighs.
“Are you sure about this? There is still a risk of the other guy taking over.”
You stare into his two different colored eyes. Alerting you that they both are still very present.
“Just take a deep breath and enjoy the ride. You let me worry about the big guy. If he chooses to misbehave he won't get to play with us again. It’s that simple. You don’t want to risk that, do you Hulk?”
“No. Want Pleasure. Need Pleasure.”
“Then that settles it.” You smile victoriously. “Deep breathe Bruce.”
As he inhales you lower yourself down. Maneuvering your hips to aid in your decline until you bottom out. You give yourself a moment to just enjoy the feeling of being so blissfully full before rising back up onto your knees.
The grip on your thighs tightens as you lower yourself once more. There is no rush. No need to speed across the finish line. You gaze down upon the man below you. Reaching forward you push his chin up so that he may return his eyes to the mirror above.
You place your hands upon his furry chest and toss your head back. Taking in the vision of you riding the man and his monster simultaneously. It does make for quite the beautiful picture.
You allow your body to move on instinct as you pull moans and groans from both your lips. Reaching down, grabbing Bruce’s hands, you place them on your breasts. A growl rumbles through his chest so deep it vibrates down to where you clit and his pelvis connect.
“Oh fuck. That’s a nifty little trick, Do it again.”
Sitting up he wraps his arms around you and guides your hips as he practically purrs. It’s as if it is too much and not enough all at once. Locking your legs around him you begin to move in sync. Pressing your heads together, moans and groans intertwining as you share the same air.
“We’re getting close. Gah. Your pussy is…it’s…fuck it feels like heaven. Not gonna last. You need to get off of me before it's too late.”
“What. Mmm. What if I don’t want to.”
“Speak plainly.”
“Come inside me Bruce. Oh Fuck! That clear enough?”
“Don’t tempt us like that. I don’t come a normal amount. There is no way you can hold it all.”
“You don’t have to sell me on the idea. Don’t you want to fill me to bursting. Give me a little cum inflation.”
“Trust me. We want to.”
“Then do it.” You lean your head down until your mouth is perched at his ear. “Cum for me. Right. Now.”
“Oh fuck.”
You feel stretched to capacity as Bruce's cock surges and begins to twitch. Rope after rope of his hot seed beginning to fill you.
“Take it. Take Hulks seed.”
Your eyes roll back in your head as Bruce lifts his hips, burying himself as deep as he can. You squirm against him. Giving your clit the friction it so desperately seeks. Quickly finding your own release as semen begins to leak down the crack of your ass.
You thought he was near his end but somehow your own orgasm has triggered a fresh round of hot creamy seed to spill forth from him once more.
You ride the wave of release together until at long last he rests his head against your collarbone. You lift his face to yours. Noting the green still present in his right eye.
“Thank you.”
You lean forward and leave a soft kiss upon his lips. As you pull back the green has receded and the beautiful brown returned.
“Jeez, look at the mess we made. I’m so sorry. I told you it was a lot.”
“Don’t apologize, that was hot. Plus this is why I pay my cleaners so well. This is a piece of cake compared to what I’ve seen them have to clean before. I’ll throw in a Halloween bonus if it’ll make you feel better.”
“It would actually.”
“Then it’s done.” You look down at the mess covering both your thighs. “As for us, I think we may need to hose off.” You chuckle.
Bruce goes to open his mouth. You quickly place your hand over his mouth.
“If you're even thinking of uttering the words I’m sorry again, I’m going to smother you in your own semen. Got it?”
He nods his head.
“Good boy. Now let’s go get you cleaned up.”
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
“Hello Boys.” You address your favorite set of brothers. “It’s a pleasure to see you in your most natural element.”
“Barely clothed and ready to serve?” Walter retorts.
“That’d be the one.” You turn your head towards the stoic man relaxing on the plush armchair in the corner. “So this is what you had in mind for tonight when you requested my final session and told me you had it handled.”
“You started your night with them onstage. Great show by the way.
Why not involve them in the finishing of your night as well.” Bucky shrugs.
“Oh, I’m not complaining. I’m excited to see what you have planned. Your teammates chose to spend our time one-on-one. Hoarding me all to themselves. Yet you chose to take control of planning and include my boys in yours. Safe to say, I am happily at your mercy, Wolfie.”
August rises from the bed. Shirtless and looking every bit the dangerous man you know him to be. “Told ya she wouldn’t put up a fight. Our dark darling can’t help but crave submission at the end of a long night. Isn’t that right, Ladybug?”
He runs his thumb along your bottom lip. Dipping it in the center and pushing it into your mouth, where you instinctually begin to suck it.
Walter, also shirtless, promptly joins his brother. Caging you between them as he kisses your shoulder. It’s a position as normal as breathing for the three of you.
“Looks like her brain is starting to shut down already, Barnes. You better relay your plan before she gets all floaty and drifts away.”
You relax your shoulders as he places a kiss to the back of your neck. Thankful that Bucky requested that your hair be up and you wear something simple and made of silk that you could easily remove.
“Nyx, look at me.”
Bucky commands. There is strength in his voice but it never rises. You turn your head in his direction. Dropping August’s thumb in the process.
“What’s your color?”
“Green.” You hum. “Very, very green.”
“Are you coherent enough to listen to my instructions and set of rules?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He stands up from his seat and walks over to join the three of you.
“Now here is what is going to happen.” He ghosts his metallic fingers down your arm. “Walter and August are going to do what they do best and please you while I watch from my chair in the corner. Make a real show of it. They are allowed to do everything except fuck you to bring you right to the edge. They are not allowed to make you cum. You will only cum when I say you can. Understand, babygirl?”
You nod your head. Leaning back into Walter as he grips your hips.
“You know better than that hellion. Use your words so our playtime can begin.” He reminds you.
“Yes. I understand.”
“Good girl.” Bucky places a kiss on your lips and makes his way back to his seat. “Don’t disappoint me gentlemen. Your own orgasms depend on it.”
“You heard the man. Let’s give him a good show.” August grins down at you. “But first there is something I desperately need to do.”
With a hand gently placed on your cheek, he leans his head down and presses his lips to yours in a toe tingling kiss.
“I will never grow tired of that. Now arms up darling. Thatta girl. Walt, you know what to do.”
Nimble fingers dance along your hips and down your thighs until they reach the hem of your black silk chemise. With a gentle grip the fabric is pulled up and off of your body as the three of you sway to an unheard beat.
The boys are in their stage slacks, so with a quick pull, there are no more barriers separating you all.
Walter, still behind you, leans down to your left ear. The one facing away from Bucky.
“How much do you really want to show him, Bug? We’ll do as he requested but our allegiance always resides with you and your comfortability.”
You turn your neck to face him. Sheltering your face from Bucky in the process.
“I have nothing to hide. Not when it comes to the two of you. He should see how deep this goes when we’re not on stage. You don’t need to perform. Just treat me like you always do behind closed doors.”
“Good enough for me. August?”
“I’d say that consent was as enthusiastic as it gets. Now enough chit chat. Let’s play.”
August does not hesitate to plunge two of his thick fingers into your soaked entrance. Causing you to gasp and toss your head back.
“Always so responsive and wet for us. It’s like her body knows she’s come home.”
“Is Auggie right? Does your body give you away so easily?”
He reaches down from behind. Pushing his own thick digit inside of you to join August’s. Your breath begins to staccato at the overwhelming feeling of fullness and the heat that surrounds you, radiating off of your most loyal companions.
They work in tandem, fingering you fast then slow. Bringing you to the edge with ease time and time again. It is a game of chase you are sorely losing.
Your natural bratty urge to be defiant has been reduced to ashes as you lose yourself to the incessant call for release.
By the time they lay you out on the bed and begin to take turns feasting upon your overly sensitive and overworked cunt, you're lost to the madness of need.
You have become a mindless hull. Reduced to begging and pleading for Bucky to let you come.
“Soon.”
It’s the only response you receive, until he rises from his chair. Giving a subtle nod to Walter & August and they pull back from you.
Like a wolf stalking his prey, Bucky makes his way towards your prone frame. An Incubus demon in the flesh. Emerging from the shadows to devour you whole. His metal arm catching the light, as he ghosts it along your body.
With a smile that could rival Lucifers himself, you watch on, locked behind your lust filled haze, as the black and gold patterned vibranium disappears between your thighs.
A moan rings out. Loud and guttural. It takes you a minute to realize the sound is coming from you. You look down to see what could possibly be pulling such sounds from your throat.
There lies Bucky. Hair a disheveled mess while his tongue teases tiny circles on your bundle of nerves and three metal fingers slowly rub against that sweet spongy spot inside. With a wink he doubles his efforts. Sucking your clit into his mouth as he adds pressure and vibration to your g spot with his magical mechanical fingers.
He only releases your clit long enough to growl out “Come” against your folds before sucking your clit back into his mouth with a flourish.
No other words were needed. With the command you had been patiently waiting on, finally spoken, you come apart.
A nebulous of color and stars decorate the inside of your eyelids as you give into the pull of ecstasy. Every spasm of your walls around his fingers can be felt down to your toes. This orgasm is one for the books, that's for sure.
Satisfied with the taste of your release on his tongue, Bucky slides up your body. Brushing the sweat soaked hair from your brow.
“Hey, doll.”
“Hi”
“You all pleasured out? Or do you have a little more in you?”
“I’m not out for the count yet. I’m still conscious.” You quip.
“Good girl.” He smiles. “Your boys have done such a wonderful job tonight. I think they have earned their own reward. Think you can handle that.”
“For them? I can handle anything.”
He turns to the brothers sitting either side of you. They just grin like fools. Content with their place in your life.
“Alright babygirl. Remind me what that mouth does so well. I want you to suck your boys off at the same time.”
A shit eating grin splits Bucky's face. Thinking he has pulled a fast one on the men only to be thwarted as the both kneel above you. Dick heads touching as you lean up onto your elbows and take them both in your mouth.
They may be brothers, but they are not shy when it comes to you. They’ve tagged teamed you many a time and it’s not much different than their dicks rubbing against each other from inside you. Sort of comes with the territory.
It’s not long before their chests are heaving and their hips aiding in their mutual destruction. You wrap a hand around each of them and begin stroking. With a choked gasp and a groan the first rope of creamy white decorates your tongue. Your mouth quickly filling with their delayed release.
Like the good little sex worker that you are, you keep every drop safe until they gently pull away from your mouth. With a challenging gaze at Bucky you open your mouth. Showing off your tasty prize before swallowing it all down. Licking your lips and sticking out your tongue for added effect.
“Say goodbye boys.” Bucky calmly states. Not falling prey to your tactics.
Leaning forward both men kiss your forehead. Grabbing their discarded slacks, they pull them back on and head for the door.
“Have fun!” Walt teases as they cross the threshold.
Your head is turned away from the door by a flesh hand. Bucky’s handsome face hovering above you.
“You just going to stare at me all night o…”
Your sentence is cut off as Bucky gives in and finally kisses you. It’s possessive and hungry, as he spreads your thighs wide enough for him to fit between. Pulling back he grabs the back of his shirt and lifts it over his head. Tossing it aside before shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs and maneuvering them off his legs.
His cock is angry and red. Precum coating the head and dripping down the generous shaft. He can’t stand not being inside you a moment longer. Gripping the base, he notches himself at your quivering and drenched entrance.
Placing his hands above you on the headboard, he leans down to kiss you as pushes his way inside. Bottoming out and nipping your lip as he fucks you slow and deep. Moving his hips like one of your best male dancers. Drugging you with each stroke.
Removing his hands from the headboard he presses his forehead to yours. Reaching down to wrap your legs around his waist. Elevating your hips and plunging deeper as he takes his time imprinting his feelings for you deep into your soul with each connection of your pelvis to his.
This is no one way street. You are giving as good as you are getting. Grinding along with him. Letting him know, with your body, that you feel it too.
That is when something unexpected happens.
As your lips touch once more, a jolt shoots through you both. Setting the pair of you off as you come together. Keeping the same deep lazy pace as your walls milk him for all he is worth. You can’t even be bothered to separate right away.
You stay locked together. Mapping each other's scars with your fingers and exchanging soft kisses.
“That was…”
“Intense?” You fill in.
“Yes. But I wasn't planning on ‘making love’ to you. Not tonight anyway.”
“So you
were
planning on doing it someday in the future?”
“Yes. Not at the club though. But emotions are unpredictable, as most things in my life are, and once I started I just couldn’t stop. I hope I didn't ruin the night for you.”
“Far from it. You ended it beautifully.” You smile at him. “I am not the least bit upset at this turn of events. If you didn't notice, I responded in kind. So we’re good there. Do you want to talk about it?”
“Yes. Just not tonight. I’d like the magic to stay here for a little while before the real world bursts our bubble of peace.”
“Deal.” You caress his scruffy cheek. “Oh and Bucky, where did you learn to move your hips like that? I may need to hire you.”
He tilts his head back and laughs. The sound vibrating against your chest with its boisterousness.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Wiping the fog from your bathroom mirror, you take a step back admiring the evidence from the prior night's arduous activities. A story written along your flesh of the relationships that have built over time. Relationships that have shifted from more than just lust and mutual respect to something more. Something you are not quite ready to think about or admit.
Throwing on your tiny black silk robe, you pull your hair up into a messy bun and head out into the hall. Making your way to the surveillance office where Jensen, your favorite muscly little tech nerd is reviewing all the footage from last night. Including all of your amorous activity.
“How do you want these packaged up Boss? This is delicate material. Wouldn’t want it falling into the wrong hands.”
“Encrypt it and send it to my private server along with a physical copy of each delivered to my quarters. Then delete any trace of them. We can never be too careful.”
At that moment Wade struts through the office door. “Nyx! You’ll never guess who I have with me.”
An imposing figure steps into the room. Your eyes take in the dirty brown boots, tight blue jeans held up by a belt with a large buckle, and well worn white tank topped with a leather jacket. Stopping at a bearded face you know all too well.
“Hello Logan. Long time no see.” You greet the smirking man.
“Well didn't you fill out nicely, little one?”
“Want to give this body a test run? I think I might be able to finally best you old man. Even with those stabby stabby’s.” You tease.
“We talking hand to hand or something more?” He quirks a brow.
“Are you telling me your body is on the table as well Mr. Howlett? You can’t tease a blood thirsty girl like that. It’s downright cruel.”
“Still holding that torch for me pup?”
“The flame never extinguished. No matter how many times you tried to douse it by fucking all my friends. I had to hear about your stamina and prowess quite frequently. Only piqued my curiosity all the more that you wouldn’t let me take a ride. Especially knowing how well I could take those claws of yours.”
“You were too young, pup. Plus you were off limits. I wasn't going to cross Madam or Cliff. Those women should have been thanking you by the way.”
“And why is that?”
He steps forward so that your barely covered breasts graze his abdomen. Releasing a single adamantium claw as he runs it along your thigh, slightly lifting your short silk robe in the process.
“That bratty attitude you had at 18 accompanied with the skills you already acquired was quite the aphrodisiac. Left me pent up after every session. Needed somewhere to release that tension and Madam offered up her girls in return for my continued training with you.”
You fidget with the tie of your robe. Uncaring of the two men still in the room witnessing this rare moment of vulnerability. “You disappeared when they died. I was left to my own devices. The bloodlust got the better of me and for a minute there I was lost in the haze. I looked for you, ya know?”
“I know bub. Got real close a couple times too.”
“I’m still mad at you.”
“Let me make it up to you then? I’ll even let you get a free shot in.”
You quickly grab his wrist, claw gleaming in the office light, and stab him in his left thigh.
“SON OF A BITCH!” He roars out. “You vicious little wench. I wasn’t ready.”
You laugh in his face as he retracts his claw. “Quit your bitchin. You’re already healing. Plus you deserved it. Now.” You place your hands on this heaving chest. “Are you going to let me kiss it better?”
He wraps a hand around your throat. Teasing his thumb along your throbbing pulse point. “Just remember, curiosity killed the cat.”
“Well good thing this pussy can handle losing a few lives.” You grin up at him. “Jensen, I’ll be retiring to my private quarters. Make sure the sound proofing is set to high. I am not to be disturbed for the next 48 hours unless someone is bleeding or needs to be, understand?”
“Roger that. Need me to cut the video feed as well?” Jensen adds.
“No.” You look up at Logan. “You can keep it running. Link the live feed to Tony’s office as well. Hide it but make it obvious you're doing so.”
“You know Rogers is going to hate that. Take it as a challenge. He doesn't like to share outside of his team.” Logan pipes up.
“It’ll be a good reminder that I am not exclusively theirs when outside of the club then won’t it. Plus I like when the Captain is angry. The lack of control is delicious.”
“You devilish little minx. You’re going to make me regret ever leaving you behind aren't you?”
“I promise you’re going to love every tortuous second of it.”
“You’ve got to let me watch.” Wade blurts out.
“You better hurry up and make it to the tower then, Wade. Be sure to send the team my regards.”