Shuri knew she was sensitive, after such frequent use of her vibrator. She had hoped that she'd be able to last for a full round of vigorous penetration, but based on how she fared with a dildo, she figured that a few minutes was a more realistic goal. She didn't want to embarrass herself by coming as soon as Harry penetrated her.
As it so happened, she didn't. She came before he penetrated her. The main flaw in her logic was that she massively discounted the mental aspect of sex, and just how much more arousing it would be to have the real life Harry Potter naked with her rather than fantasy Harry Potter naked in her imagination. Her other major miscalculation was Harry's inclination and aptitude at foreplay. It had started with making out. That was fine, Shuri could deal with that. She'd made out before- illicit rendezvouses with boys at court, she'd even gone as far as giving one a handjob. Though she quickly deduced that Harry was far more skilled at it than those boys had been. He wasn't sloppy, but he wasn't cool and precise, either. He mixed passion with technique in a way that had her losing herself in him. She sank into his arms, enjoying the feel of them wrapped around her, and the press of her broad chest. Gently, Harry tipped her onto the bed, and Shuri didn't so much as think before cooperating. In just minutes, she'd been completely pulled in. She'd be receptive to whatever move Harry made next.
His lips left hers, which left her mouth free to whine as he peppered kisses down her neck. Somehow, he was able to identify a subtle hitch in her breathing and associate it with a sensitive spot beneath her jawline. He honed in on it with a linger kiss that applied just a hint of teeth. "Guh! Hahn!" Shuri moaned inarticulately. Then, as if to sooth her skin, his tongue lapped over the spot, and Shuri let out a new, whining sound. Harry pulled up and smiled down at her "Good?" He checked in. Shuri nodded so aggressively that Harry chuckled. "Good."
The zip of her dress (she'd dressed to impress, alright?) was tugged down, though not by Harry's hands. "Classic trick." He grinned good-naturedly. He then helped her out of the fabric, leaving her bare aside from her bra and panties. Harry's eyes caressed her, and they felt warm. It was like his gaze, so openly desirous, physically heated her up. He leaned back in to kiss her again, but his hand went to cup her breast over her bra, a development Shuri was absolutely fine with. After a short time, he slipped it under, his fingers trialing over bare skin, which Shuri, her breath hitching, was more than fine with. The clasp in the back came undone, by magic of course, and Harry unceremoniously lifted the bra away. He pulled back to admire his work, his eyes drinking in her breasts. Shuri knew they were on the small side- at least smaller than the other women in the room, but Harry's eyes held only naked desire. His hand promptly returned to fondling her breast, the fingers teasing her prominently erect nipple as Shuri did her best to keep the noises this elicited to a minimum "You look incredible." He told her "Fucking sexy."
He leaned in and captured her free nipple with his mouth and began to nip and suck. "Fuck!" Shuri squeaked, following it with a high-pitched whine that she couldn't seem to stifle. Her nipple felt like a livewire, sending a current directly to her core. Her clit throbbed and tingled sympathetically, as if anticipating receiving the same treatment. He switched nipples, releasing the first with a delectable pop, and tenderly taking the other one into his mouth. A slow, deliberate graze of his teeth against the tender nub finally drew a wail from her, which Harry, frustratingly, took as his cue to pump the breaks.
"All good?" He checked again, and Shuri felt a flutter at his thoughtfulness, even as she wished they'd get back to it.
"Yes! Yes." Shuri nodded quickly, though she did feel bad about how passive she'd been. She doubted Harry would be impressed by a dead fish, but this was an opening for her to take the initiative. She reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged upwards. Harry easily acceded to her and finished taking it off, while Shuri stared, and stared, and stared.
"Like what you see?" Harry teased.
What could she say to that? 'Do you mind if I drool over your pecs?' 'Could I please grind my pussy against your abs? It will only take two seconds.' Or perhaps, 'Excuse me, I need to melt into a puddle at your feet'. "Hahhhhng." Shuri uttered. It wasn't fair! Harry had been admiring, but perfectly coherent when he'd taken her top off. She could design the most advance devices ever made by human hands all while bantering with Tony Stark, but one look at a bare chest had struck her dumb. It drove home that he had so much more experience than her. While legally an adult, in some ways she was still a girl, and up until now she'd been with boys. Harry was a man, an attractive, experienced man with a heart of gold and a body like Adonis.
Worst still, Shuri was highly aware that Harry was a white man. Everyone she'd grown up with hadn't just been black, but Wakandan specifically. All the media she watched growing up depicted almost exclusively black people (except for the occasional white villain). It was only recently that she'd started consuming media (and memes, and most recently porn) from the outside world, but even then, she treated it as a sort of contraband. It wasn't illegal but flaunting such pursuits would raise questions. Seeing Harry's bare body, so strikingly different in features and complexion to what she was used to felt exotic. More than that, it felt forbidden, because she knew exactly how her father and Wakandan society would react to this coupling, and it wouldn't be pleasant. So, as shameful as she felt about it, her mind just kept tripping over his color, and every time it turned her on, just a little.
Harry reached out and nudged her jaw closed, and Shuri belatedly realized she'd been drooling. "I'll take that as a yes." He smirked, and no that was bad, the confidence was too attractive on him. Please bring back the overly cautious Harry, Shuri prayed, while not really meaning it. Harry, who was done being cautious, unzipped his pants, and the flash of red from his briefs instantly drew her eyes. The briefs were tight, his erection straining outwards against the fabric, leaving very little room for imagination. Her mouth dropped open again, but she didn't care. Then, like it was nothing, he tugged the briefs down.
Shuri moaned, her eyes boggling. He was fucking thick. She'd used dildos, and one of exactly the male average dimensions had been plenty satisfying. She hadn't felt the need to go larger, but perhaps she should have, if only to prepare herself to take Harry's girth. What would it feel like… to have that thick rod inside her? Heat flared in her core and her pussy clenched involuntarily. She'd been wet since before she made it to the room. She'd been dripping since Harry had kissed her. Now she was soaking, and the wet spot in the sheets beneath her crotch was growing rapidly.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Harry returned to the bed and knelt between her legs. His rod was jutting out from his body and straight towards her, as if projecting his masculinity into her mind. If that was the intent, it worked brilliantly. The dominating physical presence of his masculinity was only topped by the share of its presence in her mind. Shuri immediately spread her legs further. She thought it was a pretty clear message for him to please, please fuck her, but Harry required more. "So, what would you like?"
"Cock." Shuri blurted the first thing that came to mind "Thick cock! In me!" Not a full sentence, but a coherently delivered message nonetheless.
"Well…" Harry touched her panties, which would not be easy to remove with her legs splayed, and vanished them. "As the princess commands." He said, as if she were the one in charge here, as if she wouldn't trip over herself to fulfill anything he asked or even suggested. Shuri's eyes dipped to follow his cock as he positioned it over her sex, she just couldn't look away. He just looked… so good, and the longer she looked the more details she noticed. With his skin so pale, which she still found foreign and a tad exotic, she could see the red flush of the blood that engorged his cock, particularly in his glans. The splash of color gave his cock a lurid, wanton appearance that wormed its way into her mind. He wanted to penetrate her, he was going to penetrate her, she needed him to penetrate her. Her pussy throbbed as his cockhead neared her slit, her eye staring wide and unblinking while she panted in need. Then he, in a torturous act of teasing, dragged his cockhead along her labia. Shuri moaned through gritted teeth as she desperately tried to hang on, to not cum yet, don'tcumdon'tcumdon'tcum. But all her efforts were undone when Harry pressed his glans to her clit, and Shuri's world exploded.
It was like her entire body had been hijacked by her clit, which was so exquisitely, devastatingly sensitive and Harry kept grinding his cockhead against it perfectly. It was like her clit had been hooked up to a powerline, sending arcs of pleasure convulsing through her body and driving her to wail. "HUUUUUH! HUUUUHHHH! HUUUUUUUUUHHHH!"
It was the best orgasm of her life, so mind bendingly powerful that she thought it might drive her mad. Natasha would later tell her that her orgasm lasted a full five minutes. Harry diligently spent that entire time repeating the grinding motion of his cockhead. As powerfully as it had come and as long as it lasted, when her climax finally ended it did so suddenly. She was sent crashing back to earth, as though her spirit had been disassociated from her body, only to suddenly by yanked back in. With a jolt, she returned to herself, and Harry immediately noticed the change. "Hey, hey." She said softly, ceasing his stimulation of her "Are you alright?" Shuri gasped for breath, looking Harry up and down, from his beautiful eyes to his gorgeous cock, with wide eyes as she tried to reassemble her thought process. "You came for a while. I was starting to get worried."
"Uhm." She said, and winced at how hoarse her voice sounded "No. Yeah. I'm good. I'm just… really sensitive." She explained in simple terms the effect that the vibrator had on nerve growth.
"Oh, how often do you use it?" Harry asked her.
"Maybe twice a day?" She answered. Harry nodded, perhaps not realizing that this was two sessions, which might consist of seven or more orgasms apiece.
"So, my princess is a little hair trigger, is she?" Harry teased, grazing his hand up her inner thigh. If the sensation of his hand sliding dangerously close to her sex hadn't been enough to relight her fire, the new pet name was. The hunger in her core returned twofold, a gnawing emptiness that could only be satisfied by cock. Goddess, she needed that cock, she needed Harry's cock to plunder her royal pussy, to claim her virginity, to penetrate and take her to her deepest parts of her and then plaster her womb with his seed.
He trailed his hand up to her sex, and Shuri gave a strangled noise. If he touched her clit, she'd cum again, but that wasn't what she was craving right now. "No! Just fuck me. Don't mess with my clit, I just need your cock."
Harry took his cock in hand and stroked it, it was slick and shining from her arousal, and his foreskin easily glid with his hand. Shuri's eyes bugged as it throbbed back to hardness, and a milky-white drop of pre-cum emerged from the tip. "You want my cock that bad, princess?" He asked.
Finally, she'd had enough of his teasing "Just shut up and give me your white dick, colonizer!" Okay, that wasn't exactly fair to Harry, but she was frustrated, and it had just slipped out. Chagrinned, Harry did as she demanded. With a note of challenge in his eyes he placed his cockhead at her entrance and pressed in. Her labia, too, had been heavily stimulated by her vibrator use, and the feel of her lips parting for the blunt head of his cock was glorious. Her dildo had never felt like this, it had been a mere hunk of plastic. Harry's cock was the living projection of the maleness of the sexiest person she'd ever laid eyes on. It was engorged with passion and it glistened with potency, and now it felt like that male rod was splitting her very being open, rather than just her labia.
She came, though much less spectacularly than her previous climax. He held himself rigidly still while she squirmed and pulsed beneath him. "Don't stahhhp!" She demanded as her orgasm violently tossed her off. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for her, Harry was intent on penetrating her slowly, so as to get her acclimated to him. And it was a sweet gesture, but it also just prolonged her agony as a series of mini-orgasms erupted, each one feeling slightly 'deeper' than the previous. In between orgasms, she'd pant for breath and gape as she watched Harry slowly push his rod into her, an iron hard determination in his eyes. Then it just stopped, and Shuri realized he had sheathed himself completely in her. She looked to where they were joined, skin to skin, white to black, and moaned. Having sex with outsiders, particularly white people was quite a taboo in the insular Wakanda, so perhaps Shuri was focusing more on it than she should, but the forbidden nature of it, particularly for a member of the royal family, was alluring. "Fuuuuck!" Without motion or friction, she wasn't going to cum, but it wasn't a far thing either.
"That's a good princess." Harry praised, and Shuri wanted to laugh. She'd done nothing, nothing at all to deserve praise. All she'd done was flop around on the bed like a beached fish while Harry slowly put his cock in her. "So eager for my cock, aren't you?" He purred, his voice warm like melted butter, and his eyes glittering. It was then that Shuri realized what he was after. He wanted her to feel good yes, but she'd subconsciously assumed it was a power play of a sort and had responded in kind. But no, he was just a giver, and more than anything he wanted to be wanted.
The revelation was what Shuri needed to let loose. If he wanted to know he was blowing her mind, she'd tell him. "Yes!" She moaned "I'm eager! Sue me! I want it! I want it so bad I'm losing my mind from you just putting it in!" As sensitive as she'd made her sex, she was able to detect the slight twitch his cock made in response to her words, it egged her on. "I'm so fucked, you don't even know. Because you're so good. And you look so fucking good. And your cock looks so fucking good, and it feels so good I just came five times on it! And-" Harry began to pull himself back, and Shuri's eyes nearly rolled back "Holy shit!" But it was only a prelude for his return thrust, which hit her as mightily as Mjolnir. "FUUUCK!" She came undone again.
This time Harry kept moving, setting a gentle, yet consistent pace for Shuri to become acclimated to. He was so careful with her, treating her so tenderly, with his eyes searching for any hint of displeasure. It would have made her melt if she weren't already. She felt the urge to reciprocate, and while her body had sabotaged and betrayed her at every turn, she still had her mind, and so her dirty talk. "I wasn't supposed to do this!" She blurted "I was supposed to stay a virgin and marry some tribal leader and be his obedient little wife for the rest of my life."
She vaguely heard someone say "Fuck that noise." She heartily agreed.
"But I broke my people's rules. Because they're fucking stupid." Harry huffed in amusement "And because I couldn't resist you. I drove myself mad with how much I wanted to fuck you!" All true, she'd never held much regard for Wakanda's strict sexual customs, but she wouldn't have gone out of her way to break them without an incentive. Harry gasped and she plowed on headless, she spat out the words rapidly and with heat, knowing that if she stalled, she might get interrupted by another orgasm "You can have this Wakandan pussy whenever you want. You can pop into my lab and you can have me on the lab bench, under your invisibility cloak in the halls. You can visit my bedroom in Wakanda, where I'm supposed to consummate my marriage with my future husband and fuck me until my pussy is dripping with your cum!"
"Holy fuck!" Harry groaned, his hips stuttering as he lost control and forcefully buried himself in her. Shuri's climax was heightened by the knowledge that she'd made him lose control. That her words had broken through his willpower and compelled him to thrust into her, to take the pleasure he so clearly craved.
As she came down, though, it became clear to her that Harry's control wasn't completely broken, merely at the knifes edge. He still had a shot of reigning himself back in, but all Shuri needed to do was tip him over the edge. So she did. After remaining passively splayed for so long, Shuri's legs wrapped around his waist. "Fuck me!" She moaned "Use my pussy and drown it in your cum!" She'd heard from Hill how prodigious his volume was "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her meaning was clear- fuck her, actually properly fuck her, she was no longer asking.
Harry gave in, with a moan of surrender, he thrust sharply into her and didn't let up for a moment after that. He didn't merely thrust harder or faster, he savaged her. He thrust like an animal in heat, and he grunted like one to. His hips pummeled against hers and his cock battered her pussy. He was not thinking of Shuri and her pleasure, all he could do was follow the urgings of his cock and take. It was all purely selfish, and it was exactly what she'd asked for. Each thrust hit like a detonation in her core, merging into a massive conflagration that was her rolling orgasm. All she could do was hold on as lance after lance of maddening pleasure assaulted her. And moan, she could do that too.
And then Natasha Romanoff decided to throw gasoline on the fire. Up to that point, Harry's three partners had mostly been on another side of a magical bubble. Sound could get out but not in, leaving the two of them somewhat undisturbed. But Natasha had something important to tell her. "Imagine." She said lowly "If he impregnated you right now." She let that statement hang in the air "You know he could do it."
That was her entire input- short, calculated, but devastating. Because she was right. Harry could knock her up, right now. She had an IUD of course, but Harry had already shown that he could override that accidentally. It would be a scandal. Everyone would know, what she'd done. She'd have broken her promise and gotten bred by an outsider, a white outsider to boot. All the usual suspects would snidely talk about her 'contaminating the royal bloodline'. It'd be so wrong, yet… "Fuck!" Harry cursed, his thrusting becoming suddenly erratic, as if he'd been shocked by the intensity of what he was feeling "I'm fucking coming Shuri, I'm coming in your pussy!"
"Seed me!" She chanted, knowing full well how horribly bad it would be if he actually succeeded in 'seeding' her "Knock me up! Breed me!" But whatever conflict she'd had was completely wiped away when Harry came in her. She was sensitive enough to really feel it when he came, and the sensation of him pumping his seed into her was enough to fully blank her brain. Any thoughts or intentions were gone, replaced by unthinking, visceral enjoyment as Harry pumped string after string of his virile seed into her. True to Hill's gossip he just didn't stop, and as long as he didn't he held Shuri in limbo, completely strung along and waiting for the next pulse, the next dose of his cum.
The pace of his orgasm lessened slowly, like a rotor slowly winding down under its own friction. What started as copious ropes became modest strings, and then meager dribbles, and finally dry twitching. Shuri's pleasure was highly linked with Harry's in this process, riding the waves of his ejaculation until she was gently washed to the shoreline- content and bathing in the afterglow. She'd never felt so wonderfully filled in her life, except it wasn't Harry's cock that was filling her now, it was his-
The bottom dropped out. Oh no.
Skye chose that moment to chime in. "Yeah, you might want to get some Plan B for that."
Shuri wasn't sure if Plan B was going to cut it.
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"You seem anxious." Mantis said.
"Isn't she always?" Thor chuckled.
"Shut up." Sif rolled her eyes.
"Oh!" Mantis' antennae twitch "I sense an intense emotional response. Romantic, sexual feelings for-"
"Mantis!" Peter barks "What did I tell you about revealing embarrassing secrets about people?"
"Sorry." Mantis looked down, antennae drooping "I apologize Lady Sif, I am not used to social customs."
"They're quite a handful." Thor remarked, completely oblivious to the source of Sif's embarrassment "But you've got them well in hand, you're a good leader."
Peter tries and fails to suppress his pride "Well, it is a balancing act, but I think we do alright."
The cross galactic journey had been long, but interesting. Thor's ship hadn't been quite as dead as they'd feared, Rocket had judged that it was worth towing along, figuring that they could get it fixed up once they were at a half-decent planet. Thor's group had veered off course dramatically as their ship had broken down, leaving them dead in the water far from any particular destination. Fortunately, the two groups had gotten along quite well. Volstagg was currently laughing uproariously with Rocket at something Drax had said, Meanwhile, Hogun and Gamora were sitting next to each other in dead silence, as was their mutual preference.
"You should return to Earth." Thor smiled "They'd love to have you."
"I don't know."
"You'd get to become an Avenger. Meet Captain America." Thor lured. "Get to see how things have changed."
"Yeah." Peter said quietly "That's sort of the thing." A beat of silence "The Earth I knew, the Earth I called home isn't going to be there when I get back, is there?"
"Well…"
"No friends, no family, just… memories." Peter shook his head.
"I understand." Thor said sympathetically.
"Oh, has it been a while, since you've been to Asgard?"
"Oh, no. I just meant that I understood, not that I understood. A few years is hardly the blink of an eye in the life of an Asgardian." Thor shrugged "No, everything should be as it was, assuming Loki hasn't-"
"Peter." Gamora announced "We're picking up a distress signal."
"Well, its going to have to wait. First come, first serve." Peter replied.
"You don't understand. It's from Xandar."
Peter's eyebrows rose. "I am Groot." Said Groot.
Gamora's frown deepened as she read the transmission, then her face goes pale, turning a sickly shade of light-green.
"Gamora, what is it?"
She met Peter's eyes in silent communication. "Oh. Oh no." Peter breathed.
"Set a course for Xandar. No rest, no breaks." He ordered. They're lucky that they took the course they did, they were already relatively close. Rocket leaps into the cockpit and throttles the ship.
"What's happening?" Thor asked. There's concern, but not about putting his own quest aside. No, his worry was about what had diverted them, knowing that it had to be serious. He was right.
"Sorry, looks like we're making a detour." Peter grimaced "It's very important. Do you know Thanos?"
Thor frowns "I know the name, yes." Thanos was well known across the universe as a butcher of worlds, it was no surprise that a prince-slash-king of Asgard would have heard of him.
"Well, we think he's making a play for an Infinity Stone, so-"
The hammer flew into Thor's hammer, a look of steely determination in his eyes "Say no more."