The vibrator whirred to life, almost noiseless. It took only seconds for the vibrations, focused directly on Maria's clit, to drive her over the edge. That was fast, even for the origin of this vibrator. While it appeared to be a compact bullet vibe, it was actually Wakandan. Shuri had given one to each of the women of the Avengers, promising that the vibranium based technology would offer an experience that no other sex toy could provide. Not only was it the most powerful vibrator on the planet, it also didn't desensitize. In fact, Shuri had claimed, using it would boost nerve growth via… some technical jargon Maria was not qualified to explain herself.
In Maria's experience, it essentially acted as a pleasure button, offering guaranteed earth-shattering orgasms with little to no effort. The gift had been a godsend, or so it had seemed. After all, Maria was a professional, but she wasn't blind. She spent most of her time surrounded by movie-star attractive men, most of whom were very much (and very unsurprisingly) taken. The Avengers were a unique kind of torment for those who men were their preferred gender of attraction. She'd caught herself staring far too many times at Steve Rogers' ass. Worst of all, while in New York she could have distracted herself with a one-night stand. Now? Dating opportunities were very thin on the ground. While they had the means to go anywhere in the world fairly quickly, she didn't have the means to do so without being questioned.
She'd taken the gift as the solution to her sexual frustration, but it had been a double edged sword. When one spent over an hour at night pumping orgasm after orgasm out of their clit, until they were a hormone suffused, contented puddle, it counterintuitively became much harder to turn that part of her off. The next day, instead of just staring at Steve's ass, she had to rip herself from fantasies of grinding against it.
But the worst of her preoccupations was Harry- he'd always been her Achilles heel. Even when she'd first met him something had drawn her to him. He was objectively attractive, yes, but what really struck her was his internal fire, a spirit that kept him going through everything as he tried to rebuild his life. She's started entertaining fantasies about him, first relatively innocuous but growing increasingly explicit over time. Eventually, she was masturbating in bed while imagining him eating her out from under her desk, or fucking her over it. She'd held off on making a move, though, out of respect for Natasha. If the two of them had a relationship… Natasha needed it more than Maria did.
Then Harry had gone to ground in the runup to Hydra's coup, and she'd missed her chance. When the dust cleared, he had a girlfriend, and then three girlfriends. Accepting defeat and banishing lust, however, were two completely different things. If anything, her attraction had only grown. There was something different about him now that he'd come into his power, something dangerous, exotic, and magical. She knew she wasn't the only one who saw it. The fact that Natasha, Skye, and Wanda were all willing and happy to share him was proof enough of that. It was also evident in the behavior of women, particularly unattached women, who were not acclimated to him. Jane Foster's assistant, Darcy Lewis, had more or less lost the powers of coherent speech when they were introduced. Most were not so obviously affected, but Hill was adept at reading people. It was why she'd had both Harry and Natasha present when they rehabilitated the Widows from the Red Room's brainwashing. Sure enough, they completely trusted Natasha and were utterly charmed by Harry.
Not that she could blame them. His piercing green eyes and naturally tousled hair were alluring, and when he was in costume, the suit that Stark and Potts had designed for him did just enough to hint at the assets underneath, particularly his ass.
And now, Maria knew exactly what the suit was hiding. She'd seen his bare, toned chest and abdomen. She'd ogled as his hips had pressed his cock against Natasha, his glutes tensing enticingly. She'd been transfixed as Harry came, his expression twisting in pleasure as semen arced in the air- dousing Natasha and even reaching her. She'd felt the sticky warmth on her face, knowing that it was Harry's. She'd collected it on her fingers and tasted it, taking in the creamy texture and the unique, male taste. She'd seen Natasha standing in front of her, covered in rivulets of Harry's essence, looking to her eyes like a primeval fertility goddess.
After the 'incident', she'd immediately retreated to her room to masturbate. Maria had never been so turned on. She'd wrung out orgasm after orgasm, each one taking only seconds to achieve. It hadn't given her peace, though, and neither had sleep. She'd never had dreams so vivid, and not since she'd been a teenager had they been so sexual. They had her waking up several times panting, sinful visions swimming in her head, and an irresistible need satisfy her urges.
By the morning, she was at her limit. Even Wakanda's most powerful sex toy could offer her only temporary relief, and eventually she was forced to prepare for the day. Thankfully, the international situation had calmed significantly since Demagorge's awakening. She could even afford to take a sick day, but… Harry and Natasha would know why. She had to try to tough it out, for her pride if nothing else.
Unfortunately, she hadn't anticipated just how much seeing Harry again would affect her. He was just talking with Natasha and Yelena, but she couldn't look away. She was mesmerized by his stride, and the subtleties of his hand gestures. His every, casual move seemed to carry a subtle sexual allure, even though she knew, objectively, that he was just behaving normally. Her eyes were at several points drawn to his mouth, catching brief flashes where his tongue peaked out. Most devastating was when he turned around, and yes, Maria's gaze became predictably locked on his ass.
To put it simply, she was thirsty, and she knew only one thing would quench that thirst.
It was just as well that there were no major ongoing missions or important meetings that would require her attention because most of her brainpower was geared in only one direction. Still, even if her distraction was lost on Harry, it would be child's play for Natasha to pick up on it. Maria was well aware of the woman's knowing, if covert smiles, and honestly couldn't even be bothered by them. Whatever game the Black Widow was playing, she would happily play along if there was a certain prize at the end.
After dinner, Natasha locked eyes with her and crooked her finger in a 'come hither' gesture. Hill, as innocuously as she could, made her way over. Natasha's voice was low, even sultry "Would you like to join us tonight?" Maria embarrassed herself with how eagerly she agreed, bobbing her head ubiquitously. "Good." Natasha smile "Be at our room in an hour. We'll be waiting for you."
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Harry really couldn't believe his luck. He could have said this at basically any point of his life, each with a different meaning. The 'luck' of being trapped with relatives who hated him. The 'luck' of being a wizard and being whisked away to a magic school. The 'luck' of having the darkest wizard in a century out for his blood (literally, it turned out). The 'luck' of having been doomed to die since he was a year old. The 'luck' of somehow surviving certain death, only to be cast into an unfamiliar world.
More often than not, he'd considered luck to be a mostly negative force in his life, though perhaps not entirely so. Harry's fortune tended capricious, with a sense of humor. It seemed to delight in giving him the faintest, slimmest ways of evading certain death. It was a miracle that he'd made it to seventeen, let alone found his way to this new world, and his new life in it.
It sometimes felt like when he'd stumbled into this world, his luck had changed too. That the narrative of his life had shifted in a far more favorable direction. Sometimes he could ignore the warnings that Stephen Strange had given him and always hung in the back of his mind, and fully immerse himself in it, marvel at his good fortune, how lucky he was to have Natasha, Skye, and Wanda, and the Avengers as whole.
Now was one of those times. The three women had conversed last night and had quickly reached a decision on what they were to do about Maria Hill. He'd already surmised their answer by their brimming smiles and gleaming eyes, even if he could scarcely believe it. The sex that night had been electric. After a frenzied session of fucking, Natasha vividly reported the encounter with Maria. Harry felt that she was embellishing the details to flatter him, but Skye was eating it up. Wanda, who had been there too, in her own way, had eagerly joined in. She goaded Harry, straddling him, and as she moved against him, whispering into his ear about how easily he could have Hill and how good she would feel around him.
"She wants you, so bad." She gushed, pistoning her hips. "Do you know she's doing right now? I do." Harry could hazard a guess, but Wanda was on a roll "Imagine how her cunt is going to feel around you. She'll be gushing for you." She licked her lips in anticipation, for she would be feeling what he felt when he and Maria had sex.
Wanda lasted a few more thrusts before she came, making sure to drag Harry over the edge with her by projecting a vivid fantasy of what she'd have him do with Hill into his mind. Then it was Skye's turn, and he could tell that she was particularly revved up by how she melted as he kissed her. "My little girl is eager tonight, is she?" He teased, before nibbling at her ear.
"Please." Skye whined.
"Please what?"
"Please daddy." She'd been calling him that more and more often, as an extension of her submissive streak. She seemed to lean harder into the dynamic than when their relationship had been newer. When Harry had brought this up with her Skye had been nonchalant- it was only natural to explore as a relationship progressed.
"Inviting another woman really gets you going." He said "Should Wanda and Nat be jealous?"
Natasha snickered.
"Nnnooo…" Skye managed, as Harry's pleasant assault continued to debilitate her. "I just… really want you to feel good."
"Oh?" Harry was oddly touched by her answer.
"Oh god, daddy, you deserve it. To have fresh cunt to empty your balls into. I'm sure- uhn- Wanda could provide… fuck!" He was doing his best to make it hard for her to respond, but even as he began fingering her clit, Skye pushed through "And nn-nnnhg- now that Nat's on board we can do it. We're guh going to give you the best fucking-" She paused to moan as Harry pressed his cockhead against her lower lips. She writhed beneath him, her eyelids fluttering as she momentarily lost herself in the sensation. When she refocused, she stared up at him with the stars in her eyes. "Oh, daddy." She whined, completely taken. "Aren't I a good girl- giving you, haaaa!" He entered her, cutting off her next words.
"Yes." He moaned "You're a good girl." He bottomed out "But I'd like to be let in on this plan of yours?"
That was Natasha's cue to wrap her warms around him from behind. "Go ahead, fuck her like she deserves, and I'll tell you." Harry had no problem obliging and Skye was blissfully removed of the responsibility of talking.
Nat's words were soft in his ear, but potent with lust "You're still ours, Harry. Hill won't be your girlfriend." She nipped at his ear playfully "But… just for fun, we can invite her into our bedroom. And… just for fun, we can invite a few other women into our bedroom. On a… temporary basis. No attachments."
"Fuck." Harry groaned "You're too fucking good to me."
"I've already got candidates picked out." Wanda volunteered "Shuri, of course. Yelena. Maybe Darcy Lewis." She paused to gauge his reaction "You don't need to be coy. We know you like the idea of fucking them. I know you do." Harry's thrusting had sped up exponentially as Nat and Wanda had spoken, and while Skye was taking it like a champ, he'd reached his limit.
"Fu-uuck!" His voice broke as he lost himself.
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Maria's anticipation spiked as she waited outside the bedroom door. She had knocked, and Natasha had called out that she'd be there soon. The seconds dragged on, each one longer than the last, each on prompting her to wonder what was happening behind the door to prompt the delay.
The door clicked open, and Maria edged her way into the room. She was immediately struck by the visage that had been laid out for her. Harry was laid out on the bed, positioned perfectly to display his body to her eyes. He wore nothing other than an extremely for fitting pair of briefs that hugged the outline of his erection. Maria gaped at him until Natasha broke the silence. "Did you just come here to stare or what?"
Hill closed her mouth with a click. "Sorry." She managed, still unable to look away from Harry "I was… surprised. And… you know." She gestured at Harry. He was blushing now, but he made no mood to cover himself, letting her look her fill without complain even as Natasha teased her. "I didn't sleep well last night, either. So I might not be at the top of my game." She didn't know why she was babbling like this, but the words spilled out nevertheless.
"Good dreams?" Wanda asked, with a too knowing smile.
That got a reaction from Harry "Wanda." He said "Please don't tell me you were meddling."
"I wasn't meddling." Wanda insisted "I didn't plant anything that wasn't already there. I just, encouraged."
"That's still meddling." Harry stood up. Hill was stupefied as his eyes turned back to her "I'm sorry. It seems that Wanda had some influence over your dreams last night. I would understand if you want to take some time to sort things out."
"No!" Maria burst out, whatever else, she didn't want to go back to her room alone. "Its fine. Really."
Harry didn't look convinced "We'll talk about this later." He told Wanda, who nodded, chastened. He turned back to her and placed a hand on her shoulder "Are you sure you're good to go, Maria? We can always push this back a night and…"
Maria shivered. Harry had always referred to her by her last name. It made sense, given their professional relationship. Him switching to her first name meant something. She shook her head emphatically. Now that Harry was more than just the centerpiece, but taking action and asserting control over the situation, he was even more appealing. She was so close to him now, too. It felt like a current of electricity was flowing from his hand to her shoulder, and from there sending tingles across her body. "No." She said quickly "I want this. Please." God, she hadn't meant to beg, but the word had slipped past her lips before she could stop herself.
"Okay then." Harry smiled. The hand on her shoulder moved to cup her cheek, and then he kissed her. From there, Maria was swept away by Harry's whim. The touch of fingers amd the sweep of his tongue were her guides that carried her along from one high to the next. When he eventually pulled back, she tried to follow, chasing air with her lips.
"I'm going to take off your clothes now." He told her, and she nodded. She expected that this would be a process, but instead her clothes instantly vanished, aside from her bra and panties. He hadn't said a word, he'd barely twitched a finger.
"Oh my god." She moaned "You can just do that?"
"That's just the beginning." Skye chimed "He could have all of us strung up and at his mercy in seconds." Maria shivered, imagining it.
Harry rolled his eyes "Wanda would put up a fight."
Skye shrugged "Think about it, Hill. Think about the things he could do with that power." Hill didn't need help imagining it. She'd seen his power, and thanks to the dreams Wanda had so helpfully given her last night, she had the perfect template to imagine how it might be used.
She moaned again. She'd carefully chosen her undergarments with this encounter in mind, so part of her was thankful that Harry hadn't stripped them as well, but now they were just in the way. Her nipples scraped against the fabric of her bra while her panties were completely drenched and uncomfortable. Conveniently, her bra unlatched itself just then, and her panties followed in being tugged down to her knees. Harry took advantage, his mouth descending on her breast. The firm, skilled massage of his lips and tongue on her nipple ripped another moan from her. His hand went to her thigh, which he found to be completely slick with her arousal. "Wow." He muttered, the rumble of his voice vibrating pleasantly against her skin. "You've been wet all day, haven't you?"
"Yeeeesssssss." Maria hissed "C-can't stop thinking about it."
"Thinking about what?" He had pulled back to regard her at eye level. But there was a devastating tradeoff, the hand on her thigh moved upwards with incredible precision, his pointer finger located her clit and began circling it.
"Huhng! Hnggg!" Were the only noises she could manage at first, but the knowledge that he was expecting an answer compelled her to produce one "Cock! Cock!" It had been the first thing that had come to mind, and the word had easily relayed itself to her mouth. "Fuuuck!"
"How do you want it?" Harry asked her, and she wasn't in the position to be making executive decisions like this. Harry's finger was on her clit, providing the perfect amount of pressure and movement to drive her wild. Her mind reached blindly, and found the perfect reference material. The dreams, and one in particular. The one that had impacted her the most, that had nearly made her cum in her sleep and had her desperately milking orgasms afterwards.
Maria let herself fall to her knees, so that she was at eye level with his crotch. The outline of his cock was tantalizingly apparent, and her hands went to the waist band of his briefs, but Harry's closed on top of hers. "You sure?" He asked, his voice rough with suppressed desire. She was. She'd made herself cum more times than she could count in the past 24 hours, she wanted to experience him.
Maria whined, insistently tugging the briefs down. His cock sprung from its confines, swinging out and slapping her lightly on the cheek. She moaned again as her eyes refocused on the organ. She'd seen it yesterday, but not up close. The smell was enticing as well, very masculine, luring her in. She just had to… her mouth closed around the tip.
Harry moaned, but Wanda was louder. "Fuck yes." She moaned "Suck that cock." Maria did without hesitation. It felt unreasonably good to have him in her mouth, the supple firmness of his shaft was titillating, as was his taste. It was all intoxicating, and her mind quickly fogged as she lost herself in the task. She swiped, sucked, bobbed, drooled and moaned around his cock, her restraint decreasing and enthusiasm increasing with each repetition. She had no illusions about her abilities. She wasn't a Black Widow, she hadn't been trained to give incredible oral. Nor did she have Wanda's ability to read minds and determine exactly what her lover needed. She was very much an amateur cock-sucker, but she hoped that enthusiasm made up for her deficit in abilities. Harry, at least, seemed to think so- judging by his moans, the tensing of his fingers against her scalp, and the subtle canting of his hips.
God- his moans sounded good, so deep and rich, they spilled organically from him as his passion overcame his restraint. They sounded particularly good when it was her name on his lips. He looked good too- from her perspective on her knees he towered over her, the vision of masculine power. His toned abdomen and chest stretched out above her, while a muscular arm delicately cradled her head. She felt completely at his mercy, enthralled and bound to Harry's service.
Wanda groaned loudly "He's getting close." Her hooded eyes bored into Maria's "Take it all."
"Mmmm, fuck." Harry grunted "No pressure." Hill didn't need Wanda to tell her twice. She noted the twitching of his cock that heralded his oncoming orgasm, and though she braced herself, even still she was unprepared. The taste of him she'd gotten yesterday had haunted her- it was strong, thick, and above all tasted like sex. The aftertaste had lingered long afterwards, the phantom sensation of his thick seed in her mouth egging her on as she got herself off. In her dream, the taste of his semen had been by far the most vivid part of it, and the one that had stuck with her most strongly after she'd woken up.
She took the first pulse of his orgasm, the taste of him inundated her taste buds, the warmth and thickness of his seed contributed to the medley, as did the knowledge that this was Harry, this was his seed, he was cuming for her, in her. She squeezed her thighs together, moaning loudly around his cock as she came along with him. She took the second pulse as well, but instantly realized that she was in trouble. It was too much to quickly, and the thick, sticky texture made his volume hard to manage. The third pulse sent her coughing. Semen spilled down her chin as Harry's cock slipped out.
That was when Natasha intervened. She wrapped her hand around his cock and began pumping him, directing his ejaculate directly onto Maria. His seed spilled onto her face and strung itself in her hair. She reigned he breathing in and opened her mouth, tilting her head up to receive his cum. Just was the flow began to peter out, Maria heard the subtle sound of a Wakandan vibrator somewhere in front of her, and then a loud, luxurious moan from Harry. "There you go, babe." She purred to him "Let it all out, drown her in cum." She opened her eyes just in time to understand the situation- Natasha was stroking his cock with one hand while holding a vibrator to his asshole with the other. Then she was blinded by the next torrent. It came with much less force than his first shots, but with just as much volume. It coated her eyelids, forcing them closed, and plastered in her hair. It doused her tongue and ran down her neck, collecting on her collarbone before flowing between her cleavage. And still more came. Harry moaned louder than he ever had for Maria as Natasha milked him for all he was worth. She was drowning in it, as much as she tried to lap up, there was still more. Her own, trembling, slow burn orgasm had her in its grips, and it was all she could do to be his cum receptacle.
Eventually, Natasha squeezed the last dribble of his seed from him, which peppered Maria's flushed lips. Her encouragement turned to praise at what a good job he had done, while Harry's moans became pants. And Maria? She fell back onto the floor. Her hair was clinging to her scalp, her eyelids were glued shut. She could feel Harry's essence coating her face, running in streams down her neck where it collected on her chest, from there is dribbled down to her stomach where it threatened to stream lower and mingle with her own arousal. All she could smell and all she could taste was Harry. She felt drunk from it. She doubted she could stand properly, let alone walk back to her room.
And she loved it.
She barely noticed as Harry picked her up and set her into bed, deliberately not cleaning her up.