Natasha had tried her best to not get her hopes up. Harry himself had said that he didn't know if he could heal her. She instinctively knew that if she let herself hope and was let down, it would be devastating. This mattered to her, more than she'd let herself, out of a sense of self preservation, admit to herself. It was only when the possibility was dangled in front of her did she realize just how badly she wanted it.
It was more than just symbolic. It was more potent than being freed from her past. She wanted a family. Oh, how she wanted it. She knew that if she let herself, she'd start imagining what it'd be like- having kids. Harry would be a wonderful father. Clint and Steve would be amazing 'uncles'. Tony, less so, but he was sure the kids would love him anyway… it was hard to not let her thoughts run away from her like that, to keep herself grounded in reality.
What she had was a chance. Nothing less, nothing more.
Harry and Shuri were waiting for her, Harry fiddling with his wand while Shuri fiddled at the controls of the small device in her hand. "We ready?" Natasha asked.
"Ready when you are." Harry nodded, which Shuri seconded.
Natasha removed her shirt, which caused Shuri's eyebrows to rise. "That's not necessary, the imager works just fine through clothing."
"Oh." She said "Would it help you, Harry, to have skin to skin contact?" He was a little distracted. She'd noticed that his eyes had darted to her cleavage and felt a thrill at the fact that she could still get that sort of reaction out of him.
Harry snapped back into the moment; it was so smooth that Shuri hadn't even noticed. Natasha always did. "Well, it probably wouldn't hurt." He shrugged. That was good enough for her, Natasha wasn't going to take any chances. Any advantage she could get would be worth it. It was why she'd suggested that they bring Shuri on board for this. Giving Harry something visual to focus on might help him, and it would be helpful to have immediate confirmation of whether he'd been successful.
She laid down on the medical bed, and Harry placed a hand on her abdomen. Beside her, an image flickered into the air- Shuri's projection. "Rendering." Shuri said in explanation as the projection took shape, faint blue outline to denote internal organs and thin white filaments representing blood vessels. Then, like an ugly scar, a few red splotches appeared.
"The red is?" Natasha asked.
"Scar tissue." Shuri frowned "Lots of it."
"Ah."
"Are you ready?" Harry asked. Natasha nodded, closed her eyes, and braced herself. For what, she wasn't sure. Harry's hand pressed flat against her skin and… Natasha gasped.
It felt like a warm curl of heat dipping beneath her skin, weaving its way deep into her body. "Are you alright?" Harry asked, faltering.
Natasha nodded quickly. It didn't feel bad at all, in fact, it felt good.
A little too good.
The heat intensified, and she couldn't help but whimper. "Wow, something's happening." Shuri said, but Natasha couldn't be bothered to look at the projection. She was far too… preoccupied.
"Oh, fuck." She moaned. She gripped the side of the bed, her fists clenching while her hips arched. Harry pulled back, but Natasha grabbed his wrist. "Don't stop. Don't fucking stop." She hissed.
"But…"
"It doesn't hurt."
"Oh." Harry said in, understanding dawning on him. "If you're sure…" Natasha nodded, and Harry pressed his hand back to her abdomen, pushing her hips flat against the bed. Another surge of heat flared, more powerful this time, drawing a breathless grunt from her.
She had imagined that this might have felt odd, that she might have felt something growing inside of her, but she didn't- the human body wasn't wired that way. All she felt were warm tendrils of heat and pleasure, deep, deep in her core. She pressed her thighs together. She felt tingly, and warm and… and…
Her toes curled as she failed to stifle a moan. It wasn't her most powerful orgasm by a long shot, but it was satisfying, and it left her content and glowing as she panted in the aftermath. "Wow." She breathed.
Shuri was looking at her with wide eyes, while Harry looked apologetic. "For the record, I had no idea that would happen."
She chuckled, his reactions had told her as much "I know."
"Did you just…" Shuri blinked, and shook herself "Nevermind."
The pleasant haze settled as reality set in, they were here for a reason. "Did it work?" She asked.
"Well… I'll need to do some tests to be sure, but…. Yes."
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Natasha spent the rest of the day walking on air. She felt rejuvenated, lighter than she ever had, as if her past could finally become the past. Steve had even commented on it, telling her that she was 'glowing'. Natasha couldn't be bothered, she was… happy. So, infallibly happy.
She had dinner with Harry, Skye, and Wanda, where they broke the news to their partners, and suddenly Nat found herself in the middle of a three-way hug while Harry beamed from across the table. It all felt almost too good to be true, like a dream, or something out of someone else's life.
It was when they retreated back to their room- now shared, with king sized bed- that Natasha encountered a side effect of have a fully functional reproductive system. Oh, she was not looking forward to periods, and she'd need to get on birth control, at least until she and Harry were… ready. But this… was unexpected. She'd always admired Harry's physique, but something was different now. She'd noticed it earlier, such as a niggling temptation to check out his ass, but she had brushed it off as the aftereffects of that climax. But when Harry took off his shirt, she realized this was something different. She couldn't look away, heat pooled in her cheeks, as well as lower regions with alarming speed. She opened her mouth to say something but came up empty.
Harry, after a few moments, noticed her fixation. "You're looking at me like I'm a piece of meat." He said, smiling in a way that Natasha couldn't help but find alluring. She swallowed heavily. Was this what it was like to be a hormone addled teenager? She wouldn't know, but she wanted a refund. She felt addled, gaping at Harry's chest like she'd never seen a man take his shirt off before.
"Fuck it." She muttered, and then she was on him. Her mouth engaged his fiercely, and he was only happy to reciprocate. Hands plastered on his chest, running greedily down his torso… she couldn't get enough. Her hands swooped down to cup his ass, squeezing the pliant flesh and pulling his hips to hers. Her hips rocked against his in turn, and she found a moment of friction that ignited sparks. She ground her hips against his blindly, seeking to recreate the feeling and only partially successful, until Harry turned them around and set her into bed.
"I'm going to get a condom, before we forget." He explained. Birth control had been the farthest thing from her mind. It wasn't something she'd ever had to worry about before. Harry began shucking his clothes off, and Natasha took the opportunity to do the same. When he summoned a condom to his hand, she felt compelled to intervene.
She walked up behind him, encircled her arms around his waist, and took hold of his bare cock. It throbbed in her hand, and Natasha moaned as her own sex throbbed in sympathy. She felt so raw. Her core was boiling over with heat, which manifested in a deluge of arousal that was beginning to collect on her thighs. It felt like every part of her was primed- even the press of her breasts against Harry's back sent tingling pleasure arcing from her nipples. She stroked his shaft, effectively interceding Harry's attempt to open the condom wrapper. She forced a groan from him, and he turned. "What are you up to?" He asked.
This was exactly what she was hoping he'd do. Natasha was a trained seductress, and she knew Harry well, she knew exactly how to get him to melt. She wasn't thinking any of it through, she just wanted him inside her, raw and without anything separating them. She looped her free hand over his neck, leaned into his ear and purred "What does it look like I'm up to?" With her other hand, she tugged him to her by his cock, aligning him so that she could rub him against her sex.
She would tease him for a few minutes until he willingly gave in and plunged himself into her. It was the perfect plan, but for one flaw. As his cockhead slid against her slick labia, she realized just how sensitive she'd become. Her sex had become so flushed and engorged. The press of his firm flesh against her engorged lower lips sent up a shower of sparks. It had always felt good, to have her lower lips gliding against his shaft, but it had never felt so, luxuriously, deliciously good. She couldn't stop herself. Her needy, engorged clit was crying out for relief, and she knew exactly what it needed. She pressed his cockhead against the sensitive nub and the spike of pleasure was so intense, she immediately lost control. The urge the grind with her hips was overwhelming, so she did. Once, and her eyes were rolling back. Twice, and the shaking of her knees was so much that she fell against Harry, her cheek resting against his shoulder. And on the third pass, she came.
Harry held her while she rode her climax out, and as the pleasure receded, she felt a touch of embarrassment. There had been a time when she'd made men beg for her, and now she was cumming on a hair trigger like a teenage boy. Mostly though, that was overshadowed by want.
Oh she wanted him. She wanted Harry's cock in her, to wrap her wanting inner flesh around his manhood and take him as deep as she could manage. She wanted him to cum inside her, to pump her womb full of his virile seed. So it was with some disappointment that, after he placed her back into bed, Harry sheathed his cock in the condom he had earlier summoned. She knew that this was for the best. She knew that even if both she and Harry wanted kids, they should at least talk and make a plan before having unprotected sex. Yet… she couldn't help the disappointed whine.
Nevertheless, she didn't object when Harry got into bed and aligned himself above her. She parted her legs and arched her back, hoping to entice him. It worked, and Harry groaned. "Fuck, Nat."
"Yes." She agreed with enthusiasm. Her sex throbbed in need as he positioned his condom clad cock above her, each pulse powerful enough to make her clit tingle. "Just… fuck me."
He took the message that she wasn't in the mood for foreplay, and pressed on in. Penetration too just felt better than before. Every inch of penetration was unreasonably satisfying, sending a cavalcade of pleasure that was rapidly coalescing. She fought it out of a sense of pride more than anything. She grit her teeth and clenched her fists in the bedsheets, and for a while she was able to hold on, but only to a point. Once Harry transitioned from gentle rocking to earnest fucking, she realized she was done, she was so done. Each thrust was harder to bear than the last, parting her with more force and hitting deeper. Just before she came, there was a brief flicker of clarity- he wasn't going to stop, followed by- she was so screwed.
Then she came, and just as she'd predicted he didn't stop. Each thrust hit her like a battering ram, curling her toes and ringing her clit. As if he had read her mind, Harry wedged a hand between them and pressed his thumb directly against her clit. Whatever animalistic noise she made, it was lost on her. Her entire body was alight, strung up by a pleasure that pierced her clit and boiled in her core, that arced up her spine and danced across her skin, that trembled her fingers and tingled in her toes. It felt like her brain was being cooked alive and melting out her ears. And all through it, Harry kept thrusting, all of his focus, skill, and energy directed towards fucking her brains out, until he too succumbed and with one last push, finished in her.
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While the novelty settled somewhat over time, that first day had not been a fluke. Her ovaries, Natasha now understood, were hellions who produced a slew of hormones designed to drive her mad. Harry had been apologetic, but Natasha hadn't accepted any of his attempted apologies. There was nothing to apologize for, and he wasn't at fault for it regardless. She honestly… didn't really mind. It was fun, having such a rampant, libidinous sex drive. The biggest downside was that she was much more distractable now, something that Skye thought was hilarious.
Still, while Natasha had every intention of telling Yelena, they opted to keep her out of the loop for the time being. Shuri had requested an observation period to make sure there were no side effects. In particular, she'd requested a rather invasive procedure to determine if she had viable eggs. Natasha didn't want to get her sister's hopes up, only to dash them if something went wrong.
One thing that had become clear to her the next morning was that she absolutely needed to get on birth control, she managed to get an IUD the next day. While she wanted kids, and Harry wanted kids, neither wanted them now. So, she and Harry (and Skye, and Wanda) were free to revel in her newly overcharged sex drive.
Missions had gotten her blood up even when she'd been sterile. Now, though, the instant her debrief was over, she was pulling Harry off to a break room. He was only too happy to go along. Even though he joked about the three of them 'running him into the ground' his sex drive had proven imminently capable of keeping pace with theirs when called upon. Skye had joked that it was his magic picking up the slack, which… who was she to say?
They stripped each other down in a frenzied clash of limbs and other body parts. Natasha had laid herself across the table when she noticed their observer.
It was Maria, staring at them… specifically Harry, with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Harry himself had frozen in place, and Natasha saw that she had an opening to set the course of events. "Hey, Hill." She called "Want a show?"
Though Hill was damn good at hiding it, Natasha had suspected that she harbored some attraction to Harry. Additionally, Wanda had hinted that Hill was on her lists of 'targets', though was coy about specifics.
The color of Hill's cheeks darkened noticeably, and she nodded. Natasha cast a glance at Harry, to check to make sure he was okay with this turn of events. It took only a moment to glean that he was very interested in this turn of events, but also trying to hide his enthusiasm and completely failing. Feeling secure, she returned her attention to Maria.
"What was that?" Natasha asked, "I didn't hear you."
"I… if you don't mind. Sure." She said, her voice strained.
Natasha smiled triumphantly. "Enjoy the show." She turned her focus back to Harry "Go slowly for her, lets draw it out."
Harry performed spectacularly- kissing, caressing, and teasing her, making her swear and moan (exaggerated for effect, of course). Occasionally, Nat checked in on her coworker, and with satisfaction noted that each time she seemed more affected than the last. Her eyes were transfixed on Harry, staring with a lust so blatant that Natasha wondered just how long it had been suppressed. She'd bitten down on her lower lip, worrying it between her teeth. It gave her the impression of such yearning that Natasha had to conclude she'd been harboring it for years. She also noted that one of her hands had descended down the waistband of her pants, hinting at the desire to dip them lower.
Then Harry entered her, and Natasha let her mind be blissfully diverted by his cock and the play of his fingers on her clit. He was taking it slow. This was partly for Hill's benefit, but also, she could tell, because he was close to the edge. His moans were a little to deep to be all for show, and the soft, muttered curses that occasional slipped past his lips were completely genuine. He was turned on by having Hill watch them, to the point where he was having trouble restraining himself.
Luckily for their little performance, Natasha was of a similar mind. The thought that Maria Hill had, all this time, been lusting after her boyfriend felt primally gratifying. Right now, Natasha held Maria's sexual satisfaction in the palm of her hand, she was completely at her mercy, and they both knew it. It was both thrilling and empowering, and Natasha embraced her orgasm as it overtook her, knowing that it would show Hill what she was missing out on.
"His cock is fucking perfect." She moaned as she came down from her peak. She glanced back at Hill. Her fingers had dipped subtly beneath her waistband, and Natasha wondered if she was even aware of them. "I bet you've imagined it, being where I am now. Am I right?" Hill nodded silently. Her teeth refusing to give up their claim on her lip. "He's good, Hill. Good enough to satisfy all three of us."
"Fuck." Harry groaned quietly. He'd attempted to pace himself rubbing his shaft against her labia, but her dirty had had collateral damage. He was getting close.
"Cum on me." She told him. Harry nodded.
"He's that good." She said to Hill, who was now biting down on her lip with what had to be painful force. "So good with his hands, his mouth, his co-ah! AH!" Harry took that opportunity to demonstrate by grinding himself against her clit. When she next looked at Maria, her hand was fully wedged beneath her waistband, and was shifting in a small, repetitive motion. Jackpot.
Harry, for better or worse, had noticed as well. He stared dumbstruck as Maria stared back with hooded eyes, unabashedly ogling him while her fingers worked. "I'm close." He warned.
"Cum for me." Natasha urged. Harry's hips switched into high gear, clearly shifting from trying to stave off his orgasm to chasing it. In a few moments his grunting shifted over to unabashed moans, and moments later his cock shuddered and released the first volley of his orgasm. Most of it peppered Natasha's torso, but some of it went wildly stray, splattering a cluster of droplets on Hill's face. Her eyes bugged out; every muscle frozen aside, critically from the increasingly vigorous motion of her hand. Then, Natasha realized why, exactly, Hill had been biting her lip, it was to keep herself quiet. "fffffffFUUUUUUCK!" She exploded, and with the floodgates open there was nothing holding her back. "Oh FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Gonnafuckingcum gonnacum gonna-" Then she gave a keening, high pitched whimper as she crossed the threshold. She fell heavily to her knees, continuing to whimper loudly, her face cast in an expression of pure bliss.
The remaining pulses of Harry's ejaculation striped along Natasha's chest and torso, until the final dribbles pooled on her abdomen. Natasha savored the feeling, and the sound of Harry's and Maria's pleasure. "Uhn, uhhhhn." Hill moaned loudly, tilting her head and capturing Harry's errant semen on her fingers. She stared at them with hooded eyes for a moment, before popping them in her mouth and sucking lewdly. She moaned, low and loud as her eyes rolled back. And, oh wow, she was cumming again.
"Wow." Harry said breathlessly, mirroring her thoughts. Feeling inspired, Natasha dragged her hand up his shaft, gathering the semen that had dribbled down. Then she stood up and walked towards Maria. She felt feminine and sexual and powerful- completely nude, coated in Harry's seed, with another woman on her knees in front of her. With her clean hand, she tilted Maria's chin upwards. Her eyes took a moment to refocus, but when they did, she moaned.
Natasha held out her hand. "Go on." Hill didn't hesitate, licking and sucking her fingers and palm clean. When she finished, Natasha pressed her thumb to her lips and crooned in her ear "That's a good girl."
Then she turned back to Harry. "Could you take us to our room?" She asked, looking at the scattered clothes around them "I'd rather not get dressed right now."
Harry dutifully followed her lead. "Sure thing." He took her arm. Natasha cast one last glance at Maria. She was staring at them, hand still shoved down her pants, dumbfounded by this turn of events.
"We'll be seeing you." Natasha winked, before Harry apparated them away.