Part 6 of 'An Avenger's...' a Black Widow series. This story takes place prior to the events of Guardians of the Galaxy and before Age of Ultron.
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"Ohhh Nat, that is sooo good!"
The old barn creaked around the two women, orange light permeating through the worn slats as they made love. Deep brown eyes rolling, she could just make out the ajar door they had neglected to close in their haste to find a safe hiding place, clothes hanging over the rusting tractor; thrown aside as their lust mounted.
Laid out in a dark corner, the woman ran a hand through her own, wavy brown locks, strands of straw coming free as she beamed down at the waves of red hair bobbing between her thighs. Gasping, her nose crinkled as lips latched onto her aching clit.
Attempting to find purchase on the wadded hay that made up their makeshift bedding, Laura Barton struggled to gain the other woman's attention over the quivering mound between them:
"Nnn-Nat Nat! J-just wait a second!" Laura gasped; twitching in place as her lover's invading tongue grudgingly withdrew:
"Are you sure you're okay with this?"
Rising up from between the pregnant woman's open thighs, Natasha Romanoff grinned; it wasn't often she pleasured a lover who was quite so... sweet. Resting her chin on, soft, rounded flesh, the redhead responded playfully:
"You know I'll keep this between us Laura, just like last time, and the time before-"
"I know," the brunette whispered anxiously, afraid the kids might hear them from the adjacent farmhouse:
"Its just, I feel guilty. You do so much for me when Clint's away, and you know I can't, return the favour... But I get these turns when I'm so horny and the kids can be such hard work and having sex just-"
"-Ssssshhhh..." Natasha replied softly, leaning down and pressing her full, pouting lips to the brunette's bloated belly. Gasping, the pregnant woman shivered under her; it was adorable really, Laura always got nervous when she was close.
Opening her mouth Natasha sucked in soft flesh, lips creating a momentary seal, smacking before each word as she spoke:
"You know-mmm, I don't usually -mmph, get to be with -mmmphg someone so appreciative? Sometimes -Mmmm... It's nice to be gentle."
"Are you mocking me?" Laura giggled, smiling down at her perfect friend as she place kiss after kiss on her bump, "You know my husband is a little more, old-fashioned..."
Natasha shrugged:
"The man uses a bow and arrow instead of a gun, I figured he was just clueless!"
Laura laughed lightly, her swollen chest dancing before the other woman's captivated gaze. Natasha couldn't help but stare, her eyes following every judder. Laura's breasts were huge! The redhead shook her head, as if awaking from a trance.
"Mmmm... Let's not wake the kids."
Laura's hand flew to her mouth, big brown eyes going wide as she realized her mistake. The hormones made her impulsive, sometimes downright irrational. When she spoke again her voice was more hushed:
"You're a good friend Nat, I couldn't do this again without you."
Natasha considered the awkward position she had granted herself within the Barton household. When had she let things become so... domestic?
Watching the redhead's hesitation, Laura saw doubt shimmer in the other woman's sensual green eyes:
"Nat, you know I totally support your Avenging, even your ahhh! Side projects..." Laura panted as Natasha arched her back, disappearing below the horizon of her belly as she began to lick her pussy lips once more.
Sliding her tongue up and down repeatedly, Natasha twirled the strong pink muscle between the pregnant woman's blossoming folds before sucking her peach into her waiting mouth.
Laura gasped, eyes watering as she heaved, her belly lurching as Natasha's lips practically swallowed her steaming core, warm hands holding her sore breasts. Feeling a tickling sensation, she let her own fingers twirl in the red locks that trailed over her swollen body.
Tasting warm cream on her extended tongue, Natasha reveled in the sublime warmth of her friend's delicious core: vivacious and full of life.
Struggling to breath, Laura attempted to finish her thought:
"B-but a person can only bend so much you know, ungh! B-before they break!"
Resting on her friend's outstretched thighs, Natasha grinned down at her friend:
"Miss Barton you little minx! Are you actually questioning my life choices right now?!"
"No, no no No!" Laura gasped, backtracking quickly before Natasha continued:
"Well as you should know by now, I'm down for anything." The redhead murmured seductively: " And I can be very, very flexible..."
Running her hand down a slick thigh, Natasha chuckled:
"Why else would Aunty Nat be going down on Mommy??"
Laura pouted adorably but Natasha, not waiting for a reply, captured the brunette's pussy once more, hungrily swiping over her hot pink flower.
Natasha's cheeks hollowed as she blew into the housewife's core, Laura's thighs clutching her face as the brunette bucked in the ex-S.H.I.E.L.D agent's arms.
"Ahhh, Unghh! Mmmm- Nat, I'm, I'm gonna, I'm gonnna cum!" Laura squealed, clawing at the ancient wooden boards beneath them as she wriggled ecstatically.
Seconds later, Laura squirted into Natasha's open mouth, her cream spraying the back of the redhead's throat before she took a grateful gulp. Smiling into the brunette's pussy Natasha swallowed several more mouthfuls, months of the put-upon mother's frustration being released; glad to be able to satiate her friend's need.
Laura fell back into the course straw, gasping as the redhead gave her a mind-blowing climax. Feeling her weakened bladder give slightly; she went red, accidentally releasing herself into her friend's open mouth.
Holding on determinedly, Natasha swallowed, struggling to contain the brunette's hot excretions. Staying still, Natasha lapped up her friend's delicious cream while she waited for the brunette to release her. Feeling Laura's thighs finally loosen, the redhead pealed away, licking her lips.
"Ohhh Nat, that was wonderful!!"
Climbing up the satisfied mother, Natasha smiled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, the orange light of dusk running shadows over their naked curves:
"Just name that next kid after me alright?"
Laura nodded sleepily, hugging her friend close in a pleasure-stricken daze:
"Deal."
Smirking, Natasha ran her fingers around an engorged nipple, plucking the hard nub cruelly:
"Owww!" Laura yelped, opening her eyes to see the redhead grinning naughtily back at her:
"Come on Mommy, you know we're not done yet..."
Laura frowned exhaustedly:
"Ugh Nat, I don't think I have another one in me!"
"Well we both know that's not true."
With the redhead's help, Laura climbed up onto all fours, forced to arch her back under her increased weight. Sweeping back her dark wavy hair, the brunette revealed a nervous expression, watching her friend's shadow pass behind her as she massaged her sore belly:
"Y-you know, one of these days you're gonna go too far right??"
Crawling around Laura, Natasha took in her lovely form, barely listening as she focused on her real target:
"Nobody else is complaining."
Natasha licked her lips; ever since Laura had gotten pregnant her once tight little butt had doubled in size.
Eying, sumptuous, fat round globes, Natasha practically salivated at the brunette's new proportions, glad her friend couldn't see her cool façade replaced with genuine lust. Groping fleshy cheeks Natasha nipped tender flesh, eliciting a gasp from the wholesome housewife:
"Be gentle Nat..."
Kissing a swollen cheek, Natasha smirked, pulling apart soft flesh to reveal the pregnant woman's tight pucker. Grinning, she glanced up from between Laura's swollen globes:
"Yes Mommy..."
Pressing forward, Natasha slipped her tongue against crinkled skin, barely pausing before sliding its full length inside the quivering brunette. Feeling her friend's anus close around her, Natasha enjoyed her tart taste, before sucking herself in:
"Unnnnggggghhhhhhhh..." Laura's whine died pathetically as she felt Natasha's tongue roll over her shivering canal, her soft pucker sealed between plump red lips.
Lashes fluttering once more, the brunette's mouth fell open, her eyes rolling. Feeling the full extent of this deviant pleasure, her shoulders sagged as she fell face first into the pile of hay.
An hour later Natasha stepped out of the dilapidated barn, stretching in the dim light from the farmhouse. Wandering out into darkness she reached her waiting motorcycle. Satisfied that she had properly tended to her friend, the redhead threw a long leg over the saddle, stretching tight black leather.
Reaching for the nearest handle, Natasha's hand froze as it was swallowed in blinding white light.
Blinking fast, Natasha attempted to regain her vision in the burning haze. Twisting in her seat, she turned toward the dark sky, red hair fluttering around her shoulders.
Even if she hadn't seen the S.H.I.E.L.D reports, Natasha believed she knew what was happening as she spied the hulking black craft that floated above her; knowing there was no escape.
With nothing to be done, the redhead braced herself, clinging to the bike's handles before she disappeared into the spaceship.
...
Opening her eyes groggily, Natasha found herself on a sterile metal cot, the cold steel pressing against her full chest.
Laid out on her front, Natasha swept back her short red hair, still wet from her long bath.
"Mission report?" Maria Hill asked sternly, a hint of concern creasing her striking features.
Standing over the prone Avenger, Maria looked over to Dr. Helen Cho, whom was still examining her patient. Surrounded by top of the range Medical Equipment in the Avenger's medical bay, she was more or less confident the redhead would live, even if she still had no idea what had happened to her.
"We cleaned Miss Romanoff up the best we could, given where we found her,"
Gesticulating to the redhead's torso, currently clad in a grey hoodie, Helen explained calmly:
"She has relatively minor external injuries; bruises," the Asian Doctor gently slid her hand up a bare thigh till she reached the trim of Natasha's black knickers:
"Scratches," Helen continued, slipping up the hem of the redhead's top, before moving to her neck:
