Epilogue
Limping out of the cabin and into the morning air, Natasha looked out on the vast horizons surrounding her mother's home.
Exhausted after hours of pleasuring her insatiable little sister, the redhead had only snuck away when Yelena had finally passed out; Natasha having squeezed orgasm after orgasm out of the sex-crazed assassin. Hair and face matted in sweat and other, more embarrassing fluids the redhead's suit was still tattered from her own anal encounter, the Widow looked like she had just fought off a Chitauri invasion instead of the lust all around her.
Breeze rustling the hole torn in the seat of her costume, Natasha sighed as the cool air soothed her sore ass; Yelena's little green thong all that protected the redhead's rear from the arctic elements.
Hearing a creak from behind her Natasha froze; afraid Yelena still wanted more from her exhausted body. Instead Milena mercifully stepped out, joining her daughter on the porch. Also dressed in her Widow costume, the brunette somehow managed to make herself presentable; despite all the depravity she had just endured for her subject:
"So... vaut now?"
"Find the other Widows; give them the cure."
Milena shook her head despondently:
"Cure? What cure?! Natasha, we both know I gave my anti-serum was ineffective. Yelena -Mmmphh!"
Flicking out her wrist Natasha covered her mother's mouth, whispering urgently:
"Sshhh! We keep this in the family!"
Slapping the redhead's hand away Milena responded harshly:
"But vhy keep dis secret?? Why lie to Yelena about what she is!? Vaut we made her?!?"
"Because! Because she needs to believe she has a choice!" Glaring at the Scientist, Natasha shook her head:
"She deserves to believe she's free from your chemical subjugation! That she's more than some sex-addicted-"
"-Nymphomaniac??"
Shaking her head, Natasha looked towards where the Quinjet was parked beyond the treeline, blinking back raw emotion from her eyes:
"That's the best 'cure' we can offer."
Caught off guard by this latest sad admission, Milena reckoned with all that had happened between them. Glancing back through her window the brunette saw Yelena, still splayed out on the messy bed; finally sleeping peacefully.
Deep down Milena knew this was all her fault; she had been the one to engineer these girls to sexual perfection by developing the science of submission; created the ultimate Widows to replace Natasha. Because of her, Yelena was not only addicted to sex but addictive to others! No one who could smell her pheromones would be able to resist the temptations of the hot young assassin. Her daughter...
