Peggy still couldn't believe that it was him. Somehow, after everything they'd both gone through, they'd been reunited. For now.
She didn't want to think about what came after this, if they'd be with each other on the other side… even assuming they won. That uncertainty made her want to hold him close and never let go. She took his hand, looking meaningfully up at him.
She was going to have to get used to looking up at him. He'd never gotten the chance to take the serum in her world. She'd known that it was a shame, and she was glad that there was one where he'd gotten the honor.
"Shall we?" He asked. The meeting had long since ended, but not everyone had left. Natasha and Shuri were huddled together plotting… something. By their expressions, Peggy felt that she was better off not knowing what they were planning. She'd heard quite enough from Natasha, Shuri, and the others about their sex life.
"Lets." She said, leading him off to her room. He followed her, but he looked uncertainly at their surroundings.
"Are we going to…" He asked unsurely. For a moment, he looked all the world like that scrawny man from Brooklyn.
She answered by kissing him. It was a language he understood, and his earlier indecision vanished. "God, I missed this." He said.
"We kissed, in your timeline?" She asked. "What else did we do?"
"Nothing else." He said.
"Shame. Neither did we." Peggy said. "We spent so much time taking it slow. We almost missed our chance."
Their hands worked at his suit, discarding the bulky pieces onto the floor. When she reached his shirt, she ripped it off, and her jaw dropped at what lay beneath. "Better than you remember?" He asked. She'd fallen in love with that scrawny man. But she had to admit that a body like Adonis didn't hurt. She cast her hand along his chest, admiring the firmness and the broadness of it. She wondered what the hell the version of her from the other timeline had been thinking, not immediately pouncing on him.
They tore her top off next, and Peggy made no delay in snapping off her bra. It was Steve's turn to stare. "What, are mine bigger than hers?" She teased.
"No." He shook himself gently. "I've been dreaming of this for a very long time." She blushed, pleased. "I hope that doesn't come off as… strange."
"I'm flattered." She knew how long it had been for him. That he'd kept his flame for her alive for so long, without any hope… it meant more than she could express. She resolved then to make this night worth every one of those years of waiting. "Please, take all the time you need. Savor this. Whatever you want." She took his hand and brought it to her chest. Her breath hitched as his mere touch felt electric.
"I love you so much." Steve murmured, fingers dancing delightfully over her sensitive flesh. Then he kissed her nipple, lips parting, tongue pressing out gently.
"Oh." Peggy whined. It felt so good, his tenderness combined with his obvious desire. Heat flooded her core embarrassingly quickly, and she didn't even have the excuse of having to wait a decade for him.
She just wanted him. In every timeline, apparently, she wanted him.
She pushed him into her bed and fell on top of him. "Okay, I've changed my mind."
"What?"
"You can take your time later. I need you inside me. Now."
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Harry knew that something was up. Natasha was nothing if not discrete, by Harry knew her, and didn't miss her speaking with each of their partners in turn over the past day. Ever since they'd rescued Steve, and retrieved the Space and Power Stones, their preparations had accelerated. It was only a matter of time, perhaps even just a few days, before they'd be ready.
Harry was content to leave Nat to her devices. Whatever she was cooking up, Harry knew that she was more than capable of pulling it off. Besides, he had more than enough on his plate. After a long day training with Lily, T'Chone, and Septimius, a team sparring session with the reunited Avengers, and going over plans with Hermione and the Ancient One, his speculation about Nat had faded into the back of his mind.
So, when he was greeted by the sight of ten women in his room, all in states of undress, it felt like he was having a heart attack. His staff slipped from his fingers, hanging suspended in mid-air as his mind rebooted. Giggles tittered from around the room.
"I think we broke him." Nat said, to more giggles. His eyes locked to her, processing her first. She was dressed in black and red negligee, and was sporting a slight smirk.
Harry clicked his jaw shut, trying to regain some dignity. "So… this is what you had planned."
"I don't think he's noticed." Wanda, who was flanking Nat, said. She was wearing red lingerie that was reminiscent of her hero costume, though it revealed much more skin, leaving her legs completely bare and barely containing her breasts. On her head was perched a cute pair of horns, but most ominous were her eyes, which were glowing red. He could feel her presence against his mind, coaxing and nurturing every lustful thought and impulse. He let her, knowing that she was likely doing the same for all the others.
She was probably right, too, he was barely aware of his own body, let alone his surroundings. "Look around." She said. His eyes swept around the room, but he couldn't see beyond the semicircle of women that surrounded him.
Ginny, sitting at Natasha's other side, tisked. "To think, Luna and I worked so hard on expanding your room for this." She said, with faux heartbreak. "And he doesn't even notice."
That drew a snort from Harry. "How thoughtless of me." Harry said. "Sadly, I don't have many thoughts to spare right now." More giggles. Having regained his bearings slightly, he focused on his surroundings. The room was indeed bigger and had been filled with new sets of furniture to accommodate. Without that expansion, it would have been a tight fit. Shuri was beside Ginny, wearing an oddly metallic set of lingerie…
"Shuri, don't tell me you made vibranium knickers for this."
Shuri crossed her arms. "That'd be a ridiculous waste of time and vibranium, and beneath me." She said. "But not beneath my ancestors, apparently. It even automatically adjusts to fit." He could see that quite well.
Skye was to Wanda's right, and unlike the others, she wore nothing, except a choker around her neck. She instantly noticed his attention and stood up straighter. Such a good girl. He thought. Skye whimpered, shivering, almost as if she'd heard him. He glanced at Wanda who winked mischievously. Perhaps she had.
Carol stood out almost as much as Skye- she was wearing a skin tight spandex replica of her blue, red, and gold battle uniform. Harry had an inkling about what that was about, but he kept his thoughts to himself for the moment. Luna and Rogue rounded out one side of the semicircle, with Rogue curling in on herself, uncomfortable in the crowded room. And on the other side… "We've got some guests." Harry noted, appraising Yelena and Maria. Maria was in a simple bra and panties and was shifting uncertainly. Yelena, by contrast, had picked out a lacy set of lingerie. She was looking at him with smoky eyes that screamed 'fuck me'. Oh, she was pulling out all the stops to seduce him. "Looks like I've got my hands full tonight." Frankly, he wasn't quite sure how to satisfy them all, but he was willing to try.
"Don't worry, we'll take good care of you, babe." Nat said, sultry. He guess her plan was to have them take charge and spend the night satisfying Harry in every possible way.
Wanda, however, had other ideas. Her hips swayed as she walked up to him. "So, who do you want first?" She asked.
"Hm…" Harry hummed, playfully turning his considering eye on each woman in turn. "Who's the most desperate?"
Wanda laughed. "That'd be Maria." Harry gazed at the dark haired woman, who blushed.
"I'm not that desperate." She protested, as Harry approached. "She's exaggerating."
"Is she?" Harry grinned. "Well, then I guess you won't mind if Yelena and I-" He didn't get an opportunity to finish, as Yelena instantly took the opportunity presented to her and kissed him soundly. She put her full effort into the kiss, utilizing a perfected technique that Harry wanted to ruin. He met her precision with passion, and when the kiss broke, Yelena threw her head back to moan while Harry left hickeys down her neck. She melded her body to his, pressing her breasts into his chest while he wedged his leg between hers, letting her grind against it.
"Fuuuuck." She moaned, her pupils glittering faintly red. "You're an idiot, Hill." She said. "You should have begged for this."
Harry threw Yelena into one of the room's several strategically placed beds. He tugged his shirt off, and her eyes bulged. For Maria, that was her breaking point. She shoved her panties down and began to masturbate furiously. "Does that mean-" Harry tugged down his trousers with a firm motion. "-that you'd beg for it?"
"Oh yes." Yelena adopted a sultry tone. She writhed sinuously on the bed, puffing her chest out. "Please Harry, please." She moaned performatively. He propped himself above her, and her eyes lit up with hidden triumph. "I'll be such a good little slut for you." She purred. "You can do whatever you want to me."
Most men would kill to have a woman as beautiful as Yelena begging for them. But Harry, at least when it came to women, had proven to be greedy. He wanted more. He wanted to make her beg, for real. So, he took his time. Yelena rubbed and pawed at him to hurry him up, but he demurred. Harry kissed and teased her, pulling her lingerie off and worshiping the curves beneath.
Finally, she got her way, as he allowed her to peel off his boxers. Maria made a particularly distressed noise as his sex was revealed. Yelena, though, had her eyes on the prize, and immediately went to grab it. Harry was prepared, however. With a bit of wandless magic, he froze Yelena's hand in mid-air, just shy of his shaft. "I can't even touch it?" Yelena pouted.
Harry snickered, now they were getting somewhere. "You haven't earned that yet." He chided, pressing her back down to the bed. "Keep begging, and maybe I'll fuck you." He positioned himself at her sex then, but only to continue teasing her. He kissing and caressed her all over as they rubbed against each other, his shaft along her slit. Occasionally, she'd try to angle herself to take him properly, but he refused to cooperate. Finally, after grinding his cockhead against her clit, and Yelena let out a keening cry. He wouldn't let her find release, however, pulling back before she could.
"No!" Yelena whined. She reached down to rub her clit furiously. Her body tensed, as if at the very precipice, but she didn't tip over. "I can't- I can't-" She grunted.
"Not without Harry, you can't." Wanda glided over, a devious twinkle in her eye. "Harry has complete control over all of our orgasms tonight."
'You can do that?' Harry shot her a look.
'As long as they believe its true, it will be.' Wanda replied. He understood what she was saying. For a lot of magic, believing that it would work is what made it work. Normally that only applied to the caster, but for Wanda's brand of mental manipulation, he could see how important that effect could be.
While that fact was seeping in for Yelena, it was the breaking point for Maria, and she literally threw herself at him. "Please!" She blubbered. "I'm sorry! I lied! I need it!" She practically shoved her breasts into his face as she begged, desperate tears streaming down her cheeks.
Gamely, Harry pushed Maria into bed, but Yelena intercepted him. "You can't just stop!" She sputtered. "I was close, so close!"
"Do whatever you want with me!" Maria begged. "Please!"
Harry made to move to Maria again, but Yelena made another play for his attention. "Wait, just let me-" Harry grabbed her sex, and her eyes bulged. You'll only cum when I say you cum." He told her, as his thumb found her clit. Her mouth opened and closed like a beached fish. "If you do everything I say, I'll let you cum, is that clear?" Yelena nodded like a bobblehead.
"Holy shit." Someone said from behind him.
"Good, now on your hands and knees." Yelena obeyed. "You too, Maria." And just like that, the two women were presenting their leaking slits to him. With his hands, he toyed with them both simultaneously.
"I love this." Wanda was salivating. "You fucking own them." She was enjoying this more than he was, if that was possible. She could feel the combined lust of everyone in the room and was delirious off of it. Harry was getting caught in the moment too. He felt so powerful, and almost unbidden, his magic was coming out. It radiated from him in an aura that couldn't quite be seen but could be felt.
Most delirious of all, however, was Maria. "HNNG!" She grunted through gritted teeth. "HNNG! HNGH! HNG!" His touch on her clit had become too much for her, and her entire body tensed, bearing down as she tried and failed to push herself past the precipice of orgasm. Taking pity on her, he settled in behind her, pressing his body against hers. "HNNNNNGGGHHH!" She spasmed.
"You want my cock, Maria?" He asked, and was answered by incoherent babble. He placed his cockhead at her entrance. "What was that?"
"Pleasepleaseplease! COCK! Cockcockcock!" Maria burst.
"You can cum." Harry eased himself in, gliding easily into her slick sex, and Maria exploded. She howled with his every gentle thrust, screaming when he brought his finger back to her clit. It felt like her whole body was trying to contract down around him, and it felt incredible, but before he could get anywhere, she collapsed, lulling limply onto the bed.
He wasn't phased. If he was really going to satisfy all his partners tonight, even in part, this was a good start. Next he looked to Yelena, who, from her position on her hands and knees, was staring at them in awe. Seeing his stare, Yelena swallowed. "Oh god."
To her credit, she lasted longer than Maria. Through orgasm after orgasm she refused to tap out, clawing at the bedsheets as her body convulsed. Finally, when he was at the edge, he turned her over, pulling out and grinding his shaft against her slit. He came, and the visceral masculine satisfaction of covering her with his essence was unmatched, even by the physical pleasure of his release. When he was through, his cum was splattered on her face, plastering over her half-closed eyelids. The white stripes lined her chest, and it pooled onto her abdomen. He wrung the last drops wrung out over her sex. Yelena seemed to be in another world, eyes unseeing, voice nonresponsive, save for the occasional faint moan.
Harry looked back to his partners. The mood of the room had changed. Before, there was an air of mischievous fun while the women chatted and giggled. But the combination of Wanda's influence, Harry's aura, and the display he'd just put on with Maria and Yelena had left his partners, to a woman, enthralled. Everywhere he looked, he spied flushed cheeks, slack jaws, damp panties and slick thighs.
"You were saying, Nat?" Harry prompted, stepping towards her. It was rare that he was able to catch her flat-footed, so he was going to cherish this moment. She startled, shaking her head suddenly as if to clear it.
"I was, uhm." She swallowed. He took her in his arms, and pressed kisses to her jaw line, beneath her ear, and down her neck. "Uh, uhm…" He knew that if he gave her even a moment, she'd be able to regroup, so he didn't. Harry ripped apart her thin, lacy top, and she gasped involuntarily.
"You liked watching me dominate your sister that much?" He teased, as his fingers worried her nipple.
"I- uh- WANDA YOU WITCH!" She snapped, much to Harry's amusement.
"Me?" Wanda raised an eyebrow.
"It wasn't supposed to go like this- uhh!" She moaned as Harry took her other nipple in her mouth. "I had a plan!"
"And I had a different one." Wanda said. "You wanted everyone to take care of Harry, and I wanted to turn everyone into his fucktoys for the night."
"Hm, how about a compromise." Harry proposed. "Or a competition." He grinned at Nat.
"What… competition." Nat said breathily.
"We fuck." Harry said succinctly. "If I cum first, we'll do things your way. If you beg me to let you cum first, then we'll do things Wanda's way."
"Deal!" Wanda said immediately.
"You're not even involved in this." Nat sniped.
"Of course I am, I'm going to be feeling everything." Her eyes glittered dangerously.
Harry ripped off her bottoms, and Natasha gave in. "Fine, but you're never going to make me beg." He knew that Nat was stubborn, every bit as much as he was, which is what made this fun.
They kissed, grinding against each other, but beneath the foreplay there was a game of positioning. Harry was hoping to draw the foreplay out as much as possible, while Nat was hoping to entice him to fuck her quickly. Eventually, she managed to slip him in, and quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles to prevent him from escaping. However, despite winning the battle, she was well on the way to losing the war. Wanda was not an impartial observer, and just as she was egging him on, licking her chops at the prospect of him topping the assassin, Harry knew that she would also be offering Nat 'helpful' suggestions about how she should give in. And while Nat had sheathed him inside her, she'd done it at the cost of her own mobility, which Harry took advantage of. He toppled them into bed- a different bed from Yelena and Maria's- and with his position on top, began to grind himself into her, rubbing his cockhead exactly where he knew she liked it.
"Fuck me." She hissed, knowing that the current arrangement was a losing one. "Pound me into the bed, fill me with your cum."
He played along. "You want my cum, Nat?"
"Yes, knock me up again!" She moaned. "Give it to me!"
"Oh, I will." He promised. "Once you beg for it."
"Never." She vowed. And so Harry resumed thrusting deep and grinding, thrusting and grinding- a rhythm he knew by heart. Suddenly, Nat thrashed, nearly slipping out from beneath him and turning the tables. But Harry had figured she'd make an escape attempt, and she'd taught him every trick in the book when it came to grappling, so her gambit failed. Not only did it fail, but it left her fully pinned beneath him, and he set about securing her. He cast sticking charms to bind her wrists together, and with this new freedom he adjusted his position just so.
Nat forcibly swallowed her moan as Harry ground into her, his pubic bone against her clit while his cockhead rubbed a spot deep within her. She writhed impotently, unable to shift their position in the slightest. He repeated the motion again and again, slowly building her up. Eventually, she could hold back no more, and a loud moan was ripped from her throat. After another minute of this her body began to tense and shiver, and a desperation flashed in her eyes.
"Ready to give up?" He asked, but she remained defiant.
"No!" He grinded again, and she shuddered. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck FUCK!" She rasped in a breath. "I'm not giving up! I wo- OH FUCK! FUUUCK!"
"You know you want to." Wanda whispered in her ear. "It'd be so easy, being a dumb cumming slut around his cock."
"Shut up! I won't!" Nat insisted, before loudly moaning again. "I won't." She repeated again, quieter. Another moan. "I won't." Very softly now.
Then, finally, in a whisper that was barely audible, she said. "Please."
"What was that?" He asked.
"You heard me." She said sullenly.
He grinded against her again, and she wailed piteously. "Okay! Please!" She said more loudly.
"Let them all hear you."
"PLEASE!" She yelled. "LET ME CUM! PLEASE LET ME CUM!"
"Cum for me." He told her, and she did. After so much buildup and denial, her orgasm took her to another plane of existence, and Harry waited patiently for her to come back down. He kissed Nat's temple, and her eyes fluttered. "Hey." He said, lifting himself off of her. "You alright?"
"Hey." She breathed, eyes dilating. It made Harry oddly nervous. He wasn't prepared for her to pounce him, pushing him back into his knees and jamming his shaft down her throat. Harry felt himself go lightheaded, while Nat moaned deeply around his cock.
"Fuck." He groaned. Nat had always been an expert at blowjobs, but her technique had always been teasing, building him up over time until he was ready to melt down. Now she was abandoning technique in favor of fucking her face onto him as vigorously as she could manage- though to her credit she didn't gag once.
Take that fucking cock. He heard Wanda in his head. It feels so fucking good when you shove that cock down your throat. I can't wait for him to drown you in his cum. Her thoughts to Natasha were spilling over to him. She must be really wound up.
Naturally, he didn't last long. He came straight down Nat's throat. Again, he heard Wanda. Fuck yes! So fucking good! Swallow it, swallow it all! And she did, not a single drop escaped. She sucked him through his orgasm and beyond, and when she released him, he was half hard. She licked her lips, looking up at him with satisfaction at a job well done.
"Fuck, Nat." Harry said.
"If you want." Nat batted her eyes.
"You definitely deserve another orgasm. Go ahead and cum-" Nat wheezed as if she'd been punched in the gut, but that was only a prelude.
"Fuck! Cumming!" She grunted, hugging Harry's waist and pressing her face into his groin.
Wanda, did you intend to give me the power to make everyone cum on command? He asked.
No… but I'm not complaining.
"Did… you just cum, Nat?" He asked her unnecessarily. Even in her addled state, she shot him a look. "Cum again." He ordered, testing the bounds of his ability. Could he really just make her cum, with nothing but a word? She did, flopping onto the bed as she shook, staring up at him with dazed eyes.
"You know what that means, ladies." Wanda called out, lifting herself into the air and spreading her arms. "I'm- I mean, Harry's in charge now." Harry resisted the urge to snicker at her Freudian slip. "Line up, sluts!" One by one, they did. Shuri, Ginny, Luna, and Rogue had discarded their underclothes, letting Harry see just how dripping wet they all were. Nat pulled herself up from the bed, supporting her shaking knees with her arms. "Your pussies belong to Harry now." There was a manic fever in her eyes. She glid down to Harry, and they spun as he caught her in his arms.
"Isn't this perfect, Harry?" She said. "All the pussy you could ever want, lined up and dripping for you. Just waiting for your throbbing cock." She plowed on, not letting him get a word in. "It's going to feel so good, using them. You don't even need to worry about their pleasure. You can make them cum on command while you empty your balls into them."
He couldn't deny her words. Having them all together like this, lined up and eager for him was like a potent drug. These were the most attractive, powerful, formidable, and incredible women he knew, and it was really hard to not get sucked under Wanda's spell, to become a savage animal merely using them to sate his desires.
But that didn't feel right, for what might be their last time all together. He wanted something better; they deserved more than that from their last night. "What?" Wanda asked, sensing his decision.
"Wanda." He said. "You've given me control over your orgasms too, right?"
Wanda giggled, a giddy smile on her face. Oh god he's going to use me first. He's going to make an example out of me. Oh fuck that's so fucking hot.
"Not quite, little witch." He said. She waited with bated breath for his judgement. "But I am going to make an example out of you."