While she'd done a masterful job of hiding it, in truth Natasha could hardly wait until the day's meetings were over. She could compartmentalize like the best of them, which was how she was able to ignore the urge to drag Harry away and mount him. Unfortunately, their agenda was full for the day, and by the time the Wakandan delegation finally withdrew for their own discussion, Natasha had built up a large reservoir of… frustration.
She made a beeline to Harry's room, taken by an exhilaration not unlike what she would feel before a dangerous mission, only far more pleasant. The pounding of her heart, the breathlessness, the rush that swept across her body, tingling in her nipples and thrumming in her core. She may not have been thinking clearly when she barged into Harry's room, she might have guessed that Skye might have similar priorities.
Frankly, it was impressive how far the two of them had gotten in so little time. Already, Harry had gotten his shirt off, and Skye had been stripped all the way down to her panties. Already, Skye looked absolutely wrecked. Even with just Harry's mouth lavishing attention to her breasts and two fingers teasingly dipped underneath her panties, Skye already seemed to be falling apart. And when Harry pulled his fingers back to focus his attention on Natasha, Skye's reaction was… incredible. "No, no, no. Please don't stop." She whined, wriggling her hips. "I'm so close."
Harry patted her thigh soothingly "Come on now, the entire reason you're in this state is because I was telling about last night." Skye whined again, and a visible tremor ran through her body. "You couldn't bear how hot me and Nat hooking up made you, isn't that right?"
Nat gulped, an unexpected, raw emotion rising within her. It wasn't jealousy, no, she was far from upset seeing Harry and Skye together like this. She felt like a lioness- the urge to assert her dominance, to show her who was really in charge here was heady and intoxicating.
She smirked down at Skye, who's breath caught as she noticed her attention. Nat leaned down and kissed her, her hand brushing against her breast teasingly. "Look at you." She crooned "So desperate, so wet." She looked down at the dark spot on Skye's panties "Not for me. Not even for Harry. No." Her smile grew wicked "You're ready to cum your brains out because your boyfriend had sex with another woman, isn't that right?"
Skye nodded, there was no denying it.
"That's right." Nat said approvingly "And guess what? I'm going to give you exactly what you want." She turned her gaze back to Harry. "I've been thinking about this all day. I'm going to fuck him right in front of you. I'm going to make him scream my name while you just sit there, jerking off. And you're going to love it."
Skye moaned, writhing on the bed and reaching down to her panties. "Go right ahead." Natasha encouraged, basking in the high from her feelings of power and supremacy. Then she leaned down to Harry and kissed him, long and deep.
Beside them, she could hear the wet sounds of Skye's vigorous fingering pick up, and moments later they were joined by Skye's moans. "Oh fuck. FuckfuckfuckfuckFUUUUCK!" She was cuming.
"Already?" She chimed once Skye had calmed.
"Shut up." She muttered.
"You know you love my mouth." She was loving this. The opportunity to just let loose. She spent so much time calibrating her behavior, and she was good at it, but it felt so great to not have those restrictions.
"You really know how to make an entrance." Harry remarked "Were your really thinking about me all day?"
He was fishing for compliments, but she was more than happy to take the bait. "Babe, you have no idea." She wiggled her hips against his "You've got me hooked. This is the best fucking dick I've ever had and I'm not letting you go again."
He beamed under her praise "God, Nat." He moaned "Can I-" He held his hands up to wordlessly communicate his intent to begin undressing her.
Stripping was much more efficient when you can simply vanish clothes and reappear them in a pile in the corner of the room. It might have cut down on the length of foreplay, but Nat was more than keyed up. When her bra disappeared, she was hardly phased. Instead, when Harry paused to admire her breasts, cupping them in her hands, she preened under the attention as much for Skye's benefit as Harry's. It was obvious that she had at least a cup size on the younger woman, and judging by Skye's rapt attention, she knew it. The only question was how far to push it.
"You like this, watching your boyfriend worship my body." She let out a completely genuine moan as Harry's lips closed around her nipple "Uhn! Just like that, babe." It took her a few moments to refocus "The only question to me is, who would you rather switch places with?" She moaned again as Harry began to suck, while his hand simultaneously trailed down her abdomen. This time it took a bit longer for her to return to Skye as she simply enjoyed the sensations he was providing. "I know you're wishing you were the one Harry was treating like a goddess right now-Ah!" Harry's pulled down her panties, fingers swiping probingly at her slit.
"You're so wet for me, Nat." He murmured, and Natasha was forced to marshal her mental reserves to push through.
"But I wonder if you might rather be the one- ahn! – worshiping me."
Skye came again, and with her goal achieved, Natasha's focus had already snapped back to Harry, who had slid off the bed and was now properly kneeling in front of her, clearly intending to be the one to 'worship' her. But as incredible as riding his mouth sounded, she had other plans. "No, I want your cock." She told him, reaching down to slip a hand underneath his boxers, encircling his shaft with her fingers. She could see it in his eyes, how instantly his thought process had been derailed by just her touch. He didn't resist as she tugged him up by his cock, or when she relieved him of his boxers. She gave his shaft several languid strokes that had him groaning. "C'mon, don't you think my pussy would feel so much better than my hand?" She goaded, her voice low. "Don't you-"
He was so damn good at this. His kiss submerged her senses like a drug, and she happily sank into the moment, the push and pull as they both ran away with themselves. Then Harry's hand slipped between her legs, fingers teasing her slit, and suddenly it wasn't enough anymore. "Mmmm." She groaned "You better start fucking me, or I'm going to have to- hng!" He found her clit, inflaming her even more, his only response to her demand was to hum as he pressed a series of kisses down her neck. She glared at him playfully, communicating her desire to retaliate and continue their little game, but Harry had an ace up his sleeve.
"Hey Skye, want to help?"
The younger woman had been masturbating at an increasingly furious pace, and the invitation was all she need to spring into action- quite literally. Natasha caught a glimpse of Skye's impish grin moments before she tackled her, sending all three of them sprawling back into the bed.
"Not… exactly what I had in mind." Harry laughed. Skye, meanwhile, was more than eager to 'help' by making out with Nat, and then kissing along her neck while a hand went to her breast. It was quite distracting.
"No fair." Nat groaned, as Harry positioned himself behind her. He dragged his cockhead along her slit, drawing a deep groan from her. "Ffffuuuuck!" Then Skye was kissing her again, and her follow up moans as Harry continued to tease her were swallowed by the younger woman's mouth. "Mph! Mmm! Mmm!" Eventually, Skye disengaged and Nat was able to moan freely once more. "Oh fuck! Fuck me. Just fuck me!"
She was nearly begging at this point, and that seemed to be enough for Harry- or perhaps he too had reached the limit of his resolve. That moment of first penetration always got her- leaving her feeling breathless and thrilled and filled and satisfied and so, so fucking good. She's been craving this all day and he was finally giving it to her, giving her that eye-rolling, toe-curling, blissfully satisfied feeling that bloomed deep in her core.
She moaned, again and again, and then Skye joined in the assault with a renewed focus on her chest- kissing and sucking at her nipple while a hand toyed with the other. Natasha was being attacked from two sides, and she found that there really was no defense. All she could do was succumb, and as Harry's thrusts grew more forceful, each one striking deep and true, that is exactly what she did. Her orgasm didn't stop either of them, and soon Nat found herself writhing between their bodies. Her arms and voice shook as she approached another peak that her partners mercilessly drove her past.
Skye's attention only faltered when Harry announced he was reaching his own orgasm. This spurred the girl on like nothing else, and she was nearly begging him to cum. As Harry began to tip over the edge, she convulsively grabbed Skye and stared her down. The intensity of her gaze held Skye in place, and Natasha persisted even as she felt Harry throb within her, as he pumped himself into her and she took everything he had to offer. She clenched with her inner muscles, knowing exactly how to rip a delicious moan from him and knowing just how much of an effect that noise would have on Skye.
When Harry was finished, he slumped back, his cock deflating as it slipped from her. She took a moment to admire him, and her handiwork. But only a moment, because finally, Natasha could maneuver, and she knew exactly what she wanted next. Very deliberately, she moaned, loud and low. Giving his cock an errant squeeze she said "You were amazing, babe." Then she turned back to Skye, who still looked stunned, and smirked.
"Did you like that?" She asked, and Skye nodded. "You want him, don't you?" Natasha continued.
Skye nodded again, her voice coming in almost a whisper "Yes."
"You act like such a brat, but the minute he puts his hands on you, you fold like wet cardboard." To emphasize her point, she trailed a finger down to Skye's slit, savoring the way her breath hitched at the barest touch. "You moan and plead and beg for him, you beg for his cock, for his cum every time. Isn't that right?"
"Yes."
"What was that?" She asked, her finger finding Skye's clit and circling around it. The effect was immediate.
"Yes! Yes!" She cried out "I'm such a slut!"
"Well." Natasha concluded, leaning back into bed and spreading her legs, the evidence of Harry's orgasm was clearly visible "If you're so desperate for him…"
She didn't even need to finish that sentence before Skye was kneeling between her legs, a wide grin across the mouth that was ready to worship her. Skye was always so enthusiastic and eager, both for Harry and for her. It was hard not to have a good time in bed with her, her energy just made it impossible, and it was Skye's infectious attitude that was really making this entire thing work.
So as Skye set to work, Natasha relaxed, letting the feel of her mouth and tongue wash over her. She knew that there would be stress and problems tomorrow, but for now everything was just perfect.
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Harry's hands glided over the smoothly crafted metal. He'd never really considered an earing before, even with Bill's example to draw from. Yet he had to admire the handiwork- it was elegant and functional. There was only one problem…
"It'd be a little suspicious if all the Avengers started wearing the same earing all of the sudden." He mused.
Shuri grinned. It had taken a few weeks, but the allure of working with Harry's runes had proven too much for her, and she'd eventually worn her father down. She and Tony had gotten on thick as thieves, even if Harry didn't understand their upbeat, competitive friendship worked. The results, however, were impossible to deny. Harry had carefully inscribed these earrings using a laser scalpel of Wakandan design, and the metal had been shaped to maximize their power by… something, he wasn't sure. The upshot was that they would now be able to protect their wearer from mental intrusions.
"Please, you think I haven't thought of that." She pulled up a tray and presented to him a set of vibranium jewelry. Earrings of different types, a few necklaces and chockers, even a headband of sorts, and most interesting to Harry- a pair of glasses.
He'd long since gone to contacts. When he'd had his wand, glasses could be protected from damage and secured with magic, but with his limited magical ability he'd had to adapt. That was different now. He could go back to glasses if he wanted. He hadn't… out of inertia mostly, but he had to admit he liked the way they looked. It would be nice, reclaiming something old and familiar. "I like the glasses."
"Right, your eyesight." She snapped a finger to him "We can fix that, it's actually easy. You'd just need to go to…" She trailed off.
"Wakanda. Right." Harry smiled placatingly "Which I'm expressly forbidden from, along with all outsiders."
"Sorry." She grinned sheepishly "For the record, I don't like it. But father is King." She shrugged. There were a few things that rubbed the Avengers slightly wrong about Wakanda. The secrecy, the system of government, a certain… superiority complex.
"Well, you can make it up to me with a brand-new pair of vibranium glasses." He said lightly. For Harry, Wakanda reminded him of nothing so much as the Wizarding World. He knew better than any of the Avengers just how strongly ingrained that psychology could be- the sense that you were a people underground and under threat. While Tony might banter and argue about it, and Natasha would hint and make implications about 'openness and understanding' Harry wouldn't do any of it. There was no point in fighting them on their boundaries, any more than there was in trying to argue with a wizard about the statute of secrecy.
If Wakanda wanted to stay hidden, that was their business, and unless they became a threat, he wasn't going to mess with it.
Besides, he knew that sometimes the reason people are paranoid is because someone really is out to get them.
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"Fuck… you." The man writhed on the ground. Elisa was surprised at how he was able to resist her. Harry Potter had been able to throw her off completely, but this Erik Stevens was close. She pressed on with her power, hoping to finally overwhelm his will.
She had learned much with the staff, even more than she had hoped. Zola had concluded that the gem of the staff was remarkably similar to the tesseract, and that it's potential was 'limitless', and so she pushed for more.
Being able to mentally control people was useful, but it was also obvious and clunky, so she adopted a more… subtle approach. A gentle touch, just skimming over the surface of the mind, had worked wonders. Zola had lectured her on the importance of information, and she believed him now. Having access to information straight from the minds of her enemies had given her more than she could have hoped for. Sure, she couldn't reach Harry Potter or Wanda Maximoff, but the others were fair game.
She always knew when the Avengers were coming and what Hydra cells they were after, and was sure to evade them and leave rival splinter groups to the Avengers, just to keep them occupied. But that was just the beginning... the things she had learned. She had soaked up knowledge like a sponge. She had learned about vibranium, about Wakanda, and she had learned about runes. Without direct access to Potter's mind, it had been difficult, but she had scrounged scraps from the others- from those that Potter talked to and those who saw the notes he worked from.
She had carefully inscribed her staff with runes, runes to block Potter's tracking spell, and runes to channel the power of the jewel.
But for all her efforts, it still wasn't quite enough. The devices that they were crafting blocked her power, and soon her source of inside information would be cut off entirely. She needed more.
And she had it.
See, the Avengers had gifted her one other key piece of information- the existence of the Infinity Stones. The Tesseract contained an Infinity Stone, her staff was incredibly similar to the Tesseract, therefore…
She had infinite power in her hands, she just needed to tap it. If the gem truly was the mind stone, he possibilities were endless. She had studied the occult for years. She knew there were beings of unimaginable power, dormant, banished, or sealed away- C'thon, Gaea, Demogorge, Dormamu. If she were able to contact them... recruit them... control them. She'd be a goddess.
She'd been tempted to break the jewel of the staff open on the spot when she'd put it together, but Zola had objected strenuously. He'd eventually managed to talk her down. As tempting as the possibility was, she couldn't afford to lose control. The Tesseract, after all, had killed Red Skull. They needed the means to properly channel an Infinity Stone's power. And Wakanda was the only place on earth that had it.
At that point Zola had brought to her attention and individual that the Insight algorithm had labelled as a threat- Erik 'Killmonger' Stevens. He was Wakandan, and having him as a puppet would be useful.
If only he weren't so damn obstinate. Luring him in with the promise of mercenary work had been easy. He'd readily agreed to meet with her in the secluded corner of a bar, but the moment he realized she was affiliated with Hydra, any willingness evaporated. "You're out of your mind if you think I'd work with Nazis. Go fuck-" That was when Elisa had skipped all the pretense and attempted to gain his cooperation by force. The words on his lips died when she pressed the point of the staff to his chest. "So, this is a threat." He surmised, a dangerous glint in his eyes, a challenge.
"No, not a threat." Elisa simpered "I don't need threats to get what I want from people. You will submit."
The following minutes hadn't gone as she'd planned. She knew there was fighting around them as her people and Killmonger's people fought, but it was of little consequence. All her focus was on the battle. "You will be mine." She hissed through clenched teeth. "You'll lead us to the city. You'll be our good little puppet. I don't care about your code, we will plunder Wakanda for all its worth."
And he had just writhed in place, resistance only growing. Physically, she leaned into him as she threw everything she had into the effort. It was as much a matter of pride as it was about achieving her goals.
But he just glared back at her and grunted "I won't… be… your slave." Then he pulled out his pistol. Elisa didn't react at first. She was protected from bullets, any attempt to shoot her would be pointless. It was only when he pressed the gun to his temple did she realize his true intentions. She didn't have time to try to stop him. He didn't hesitate even for a moment before pulling the trigger.
Elisa scowled, the bitter taste of failure in her mouth. "That was suboptimal." Zola intoned over the comms.
She scoffed derisively at the corpse of the man she'd failed to control. "I can't believe he killed himself. He's an idiot."
Zola seemed to have a different take "I can see why Insight selected him."
"It doesn't matter." She decided "We can still get to Wakanda. We'll just have to be… messier about it."
"Are you sure that's wise?" Zola cautioned, always the voice of restraint. The original plan had been to use Erik Stevens to scope out the city, engage in espionage, perhaps even covertly sneak vibranium and technology out of the city.
"You know what Zola." She told him "Fuck it." She was tired of hiding in the shadows. If being careful and cautious was off the table, she would just blow it all up and get what she wanted anyway.