An Avengers Hex Ep 05

Standing at the base of the stairs Natasha called up to her lover:

"Wanda! You're making us late for the party!!"

Standing by the door, Agnes waited impatiently for the other redhead, the nosy neighbour dressed as a stereotypical Witch:

"Come on Wanda!! You don't want to miss Dottie's speech! Who knows, maybe this year she will come dressed as something other than the Queen B!" quipping, the brunette continued slyly: "Then again, we all know what the B really stands for..."

Expecting to hear the familiar sitcom laugh-track Agnes frowned when her joke was greeted by silence; assuming the show had now entered the 90's. Enjoying this less imposing comedic style, Natasha shrugged off the change; finally settling into her life in Westview.

"Wanda!!" Calling for her again, Natasha smiled apologetically back at Agnes:

"Well Ralph will expect me to get him some treats!" the brunette exclaimed loudly up the stairs, before addressing Natasha more directly: "You just make sure you trick the lady of the house..."

Nodding Natasha watched as the Witch flung open the front door and disappeared into the night. Turning back to the staircase however the redhead's eyes widened as Wanda finally appeared from above:

"Somebody better be bleeding, broken or on fire!"

Descending the steps Wanda was dressed in a bright red leotard and pink pantyhose that tightly wrapped her supple flesh. Red heels emphasising the beautiful woman's curves, a short cape completed the strangely alluring look. Trying to stay cool, Natasha raised an eyebrow; tearing her gaze away from the redhead's body to look her in the face:

Scarlett lips smiling back at her, Natasha was distracted by the pointy red headpiece perched atop Wanda's flowing hair. Suppressing her newfound arousal, Natasha quickly made a joke:

"What are you supposed to be: Slutty red riding hood??"

Pouting adorably Wanda explained:

"I'm a Sokovian fortune teller..."

Striking a theatrical pose the Witch caught her love snickering:

"Alright judgy; who have you come as??"

Natasha's 'costume' was a lot more conservative; dressed in a blue t-shirt and jeans, the Avenger wore square black framed glasses and a grey beanie atop her wavy red locks. The outfit's meaning not immediately apparent, Wanda wasn't sure if her girlfriend was supposed to be some stereotypical hacker girl from a 90's movie, or if the costume reflected something hidden beneath her beautiful façade. Thankfully the glowing orange stone was still around her neck:

"You look like some sexy science girl..."

Grinning Natasha spun on the spot:

"Right?? It feels more me!"

Frowning Wanda shook her head; this would not do:

Waving her fingers Natasha blanched as the Witch magicked her a new costume; her body momentarily shrouded in a puff of red smoke. When the cloud faded it revealed a skin-tight black catsuit underneath.

Natasha scowled; Instead of her typical combat armour this outfit was more like a dominatrix's wet dream! Tightly sheafed in black leather, the redhead was now wearing impossibly high heeled boots with a gaudy golden belt slung around her waist. Stretching awkwardly the Avenger blushed as the suit sunk into every nook and crevice. Attempting to tug up the zipper at her front, Natasha found she could not get it to rise above the enormous swell of her bosoms.

"Much better..." Wanda stated slyly, the Witch licking her lips as she watched the redhead struggle with the zipper.

"Better??" Natasha moaned dryly, putting her hands on her hips: "I look like a WWE wrestler!!"

"Mmm... let's get ready to rumble!" Wanda teased, kissing the redhead deeply before they departed from their home.

Strolling down the street Wanda and Natasha casually held hands. In this new era of sitcoms they were far less afraid of persecution; free to be together in a Witch's world.

...

Watching the monitors closely Maria Hill scowled; allowing Wanda and Fake-Natasha to play house had never been her mission. Sitting close by, Monica eyed her superior hesitantly:

"She could still get through to her."

Maria shook her head:

"The plan isn't working Rambeau; we need to start looking at more... aggressive actions."

Biting her lip Monica considered her reply; all too aware that her opinion had basically been invalidated when she allowed this woman to dominate her the night before. Remembering how the Director has skilfully fingered her to orgasm after orgasm, Monica knew she had lost all control of this situation, bravely attempting to sway Maria regardless:

"No! If I could just break back in there, I know I could talk Wanda down!"

Rounding on the insolent SWORD agent Maria snarled:

"And you thought if she fucked Natasha's self-righteous ass she would relinquish the hex! But look at them!! Tell me Captain Rambeau have you been compromised by the hex? Is your DNA still saturated by her cosmic lust??"

Hearing Maria's hateful rhetoric Monica was lost for words; it was clear to her now that Maria had a more personal agenda against Wanda and Natasha. Whatever their history was the cynical Director Hill had no intention of letting the situation pan out peacefully. Considering her options, Monica backed away from the maniacal brunette as she focused on the displays.

Pointing her remote at a screen, Maria took a steadying breath before zooming in on the two Avengers holding hands:

"Look... You may not want to acknowledge this, but in the last 24 hours the barrier has only gotten denser whilst Maximoff lives out her fantasy!"

Scowling Maria stared at the screen, shaking her head: "We couldn't send someone through now if we tried."

Twisting back to face the unusually quiet Captain, Maria expected an argument. Well aware she had put the girl in her place last night she was surprised that the combative SWORD Agent was now so silent; perhaps she had already broken Monica down?

Sharp blue eyes widening the Director only saw an empty chair; the open flaps of the tent rustling in the breeze:

Captain Rambeau was gone.

...

"So what are you supposed to be again?!"

Attempting to talk within the bustling crowd, Wanda and Natasha were far less composed than when they had left for Dottie's party hours earlier. Sweaty and tousled from dancing, both Avengers were also more than a little drunk; Wanda swaying blearily in place even as she listened to their obnoxious party host:

"I'm the Queen Bee!" Dottie shouted over the music, gesticulating to her flamboyant new outfit:

Whilst it was true that the elegant blonde housewife was dressed like a Queen, complete with crown and finery; the dress itself was additionally striped black and yellow to complete the ridiculous look.

Downing the rest of her beer Natasha struggled to suppress a laugh whilst Wanda bravely attempted to complement their host whilst shouting over the music:

"Well, you look... fabulous! And this party is fantastic!"

Standing close to her partner Natasha subtly ran her hand down Wanda's back, allowing her fingers to rest on the redhead's pert behind. Feeling a little pinch Wanda's eyes widened; Dottie might have her attention, but her ass still belonged to Natasha:

"W-we are having a wonderful time Dottie! But -uh, do you mind if I use the little girl's room?!"

Crossing her arms the blonde housewife raised a suspicious eyebrow:

"Both of you?! Together??!"

Frozen, Wanda looked to Natasha for an excuse. Shrugging the redhead downed the rest of her bottle whilst eying their host expectantly. Rolling her eyes Dottie pointed to the stairs:

"Second door on the right!"

Giggling the two Avengers stumbled away from the main party, making sure they weren't being watched before disappearing into the master bedroom. Trailing behind, Natasha carried a pumpkin-shaped basket of sweets with her as she sneakily closed the door:

"Seriously? This is your fantasy? To do it in Dottie's bed?!"

Beaming Wanda fell back onto the mattress in a heap; the sheets covered in coats from the sprawling party downstairs:

"Vhy not?!" the Witch asked, her drunken slurring revealing a little of the Sokovian accent the redhead had been attempting to hide: "Has all dat dancing vorn you out!?"

Eyes narrowing, Natasha poured the basket of sweets all over her lover; covering the Witch with dusty sugar and sticky gelatine.

Watching Wanda gasp in dismay Natasha laughed, dropping down onto the bed beside her filthy lover and popping a chocolate between her lips:

"Lucky for you I have a sweet tooth!"

"Hey!" Slapping Natasha's arm Wanda frowned lopsidedly: "You're s'posed to share!"

Leaning in Wanda kissed the redhead passionately. Thinking this was just a smooch; Natasha smirked as she felt Wanda's tongue attempt to steal the sweet from between her teeth.

Rolling on top of the naughty Witch, Natasha fought back playfully; both women giggling as they duelled for their treat whilst spattering their costumes in sugar and icing; sticky cream becoming tangled in their red hair.

Smearing chocolate between their lips, the pair only pulled apart when they ran out of oxygen; the two hysterical Avengers laughing between breathy pants. Victorious, Wanda grinned up at the redhead before swallowing the sweet:

"Well now I feel fat..."

Licking the cream smudged on Wanda's cheek, Natasha replied lustfully:

"Well I just want to eat you up!"

"Ugh!"

Pressing her thigh between Wanda's legs the redhead hissed as Natasha drove her knee into her sex; the thin material of Natasha's leather catsuit and Wanda's lycra leotard barely impeding their delicious friction.

Biting her lip Wanda suppressed her reaction to Natasha's teasing thrusts; the skilled redhead quickly bringing Natasha to the boil despite the Witch's efforts:

"Shhh!" Wanda moaned: "What if the neighbours find us?!"

"Come on," Natasha drawled: "tell me that's not a part of your fantasy??"

Eyes rolling, Wanda struggled to think as Natasha expertly massaged her nethers, pinning the other redhead to the bed as she ground her knee deep into her pussy.

Unbeknownst to the Avengers there were in fact two neighbours watching their tryst at this very moment:

Floating outside the Window the purple Witch smirked delightedly, swirling purple magic between her fingers as the pair lustfully ground together; soon Wanda would be ready for the final ritual...

Meanwhile, watching though the crack in her bedroom door, the 'Queen Bee' Dottie moaned. Crouching with her skirts around her hips, the elegant blonde's black and orange panties were stretched between her ankles; the mesmerised housewife quietly masturbating as the sexy scene unfolded.

"Ugh!" Squealing, Wanda retorted desperately, "You know that's only part of my fantas-eeehhh!!"

Tilting her head, Natasha gazed into Wanda's eyes; her lover giving a very suggestive look. Finally relenting Natasha sighed:

"Fine! But not too rough; I don't want anymore birds flying out of my butt!"

Letting Wanda go, the Witch grinned as Natasha got down on all fours beside her on the bed. Sitting up, Wanda watched as Natasha arched her back; presenting that magnificent ass to her waiting girlfriend:

Staring hungrily down at the redhead's fat behind, Wanda rushed to take up her favourite position behind Natasha. Manifesting herself a dildo, the scarlet red shaft appeared in a puff of smoke; tightly strapped around Wanda's hips. Grinning, the 'Sokovian fortune teller' returned her attention to Natasha's sumptuous behind.

Running her hands over straining black leather, Wanda wantonly groped Natasha's delectable flesh before digging her nails into the redhead's rear; eliciting a sharp hiss from the older woman. Feeling bold Wanda dug in deeper; roughly tearing the leather along the seam that ran between those oh-so thick cheeks. Springing apart the fabric gave way to Natasha's pale white skin. Prying open her prize Wanda finally stared at her lover's wonderful hole:

Frowning the young Witch was presented with a sight that was both familiar and different. Of course by now Wanda knew Natasha inside and out. She had fingered, licked and fucked the marvellous hole before her more times than she could count. And yet somehow the pucker staring back at her was... wrong.

Shaking her head Wanda tried to forget her misgivings; this was Natasha Romanoff's juicy butt! This was the ass that everyone in the world lusted after, the ass that she, Wanda Maximoff, had somehow claimed as her own!

Suppressing her apprehension, Wanda lined up her scarlet cock; preparing to take back what she had lost. Before she could however, the With gasped as Natasha's behind flickered between tight and gaping. Stunned, Wanda watched more carefully as the glitch happened again; one version of her lover's ass tattooed, branded and stretched by the many warriors who had wreaked havoc on the Black Widow, and the other an unblemished canvas of sumptuous white flesh that was practically virgin! Switching randomly between these two states Wanda flinched; practically falling off the bed in shock.

Twisting to face her, Natasha caught the Witch's frightened expression:

"What's wrong?!"

"I-I don't know!" Wanda sputtered; the Witch wringing her hands as her illusion threatened to fade.

Rising up on her haunches Natasha twisted to face her lover; sensual green eyes brimming with concern:

"I thought you would want me without all that baggage? All those years I spent giving my ass away... We have a clean slate in here in Westview right?! Nice and tight; like you always wanted?!"

Wanda nodded but the reassurance was hollow and both women knew it. Reconsidering, the young Witch shook her head tearfully:

"It's just... It's not you!"

...

Outside the Hex, Monica sprinted straight across the grass toward the glowing red 'Wanda Wall', the brunette bracing herself for a rough collision:

"Captain come back here!"

Maria still barking orders from the laboratory tents behind her, Monica ignored her superior; instead racing towards the psychic barrier and redemption.

This was her last chance to prove herself to everyone; to save Wanda and the 3900 people still trapped in her grand illusion! Determined to regain the pride she had lost both inside the Hex at Wanda's hand and outside with Maria, the deluded SWORD agent refused to fail. She could make it through the barrier right?! Hell she had done it twice already!!

Still clad in her white and blue SWORD apparel, Monica just wished she had time to put on a full radiation suit before attempting this crossing between realities. Having checked the data however, the brunette doubted the protection would have really done much good; in the end only a Witch could decide who came and left the Hex.

Gritting her teeth, the Captain braced herself for impact; praying Wanda still wanted 'Geraldine' in her fantasy world:

"Ahhhh!"

Slamming head-first into the wall of psychic energy, Monica shrieked as her body was lit up with harsh static. Caught up in the red glow she struggled forward valiantly. Attempting to swim through the thick viscous red jello, for several long seconds the Captain struggled to breath.

Mop of frizzy brown hair finally emerging on the other side Monica gasped for breath as her shoulders came free from the static, followed by her arms and chest.

About halfway through Monica grinned; she had actually made it! She could finally prove herself to her literal 'mom' surrogate Maria Hill, that her idealism was not in vain!

Attempting another tug the Captain's smile froze in panic; her bent-over body refusing to budge another millimetre. Somehow in her haste to break through Monica had become suspended between one reality and another.

Slapping the red static Monica grunted in frustration whilst wriggling in place; the Captain's ridiculously wide hips brushing against the other side. Realising how foolhardy she had been to think she could just walk into another reality, the brunette scowled; embarrassed by her latest insane predicament.

Rushing up behind her Maria and a squad of her soldiers came to an abrupt halt. Fanning out around this new 'anomaly', the marksmen raised their guns; training their laser sights on the same target.

Raising an eyebrow Maria smirked; presented with the delicious sight of Captain's thick round booty protruding from the flickering barrier, a series of red dot's lit up her jiggling cheeks.

Feeling foolish Monica was surprised when a figure emerged from the darkness of Westview before her; eyes widening as she was met with a resident in full halloween garb:

"Heyyy... you're Agnes right? Can you help a girl out? I'm sorta... stuck."

Grinning down at her the Witch just shook her head:

"No can-do Toots! It's better for me if you stay where you are and let the love birds work out their little kinks."

Monica frowned:

"Wait, how do you know about any of that?!"

Reaching down 'Agnes' grasped the SWORD agent's useless hand and shook it gleefully:

"Agatha Harkness; wonderful to finally meet you Dear!"

Gawping at the other woman, Monica struggled to comprehend this new information as a terrible realisation dawned:

"You're behind all of this?!"

Again Agatha shook her head, replying sarcastically:

"No, at least not really; I'm afraid your girl Wanda did most of this. I just stirred the pot, bent her to my power. You're the one who lied to her; sent that bimbo nerd to seduce the poor girl. Luckily she was just the pawn I needed..."

"That's not true!" Monica exclaimed ruefully: "The only lies I've told are the ones you put in my mouth!"

Agatha rolled her eyes; and they thought Wanda was deluded...

"I can see inside your head Dear... My my all that lust!! You've been watching WandaWidow huh?"

Monica blushed; all the hours spent watching Wanda and Natasha make love really had affected her. So much lust that the SWORD agent had no outlet for! Of course, Maria had helped relieve some of that pressure but still the Captain was unsatisfied; drawn to the magical desire that had been built into this place.

Agatha cooed condescendingly, petting the dark frizzy hair of the stuck woman:

"Poor, horny gal... Bet I can find a better use for that mouth of yours..."

Stepping back from Monica, the Witch gesticulated theatrically; her hands becoming shrouded in purple smoke. Swirling them through the air before Agatha's crotch, the Captain gasped as the magical energy dissipated to reveal she had conjured a throbbing purple member; the cock now slung between the Witch's wide thighs:

"Ta Da!" Agatha exclaimed delightedly.

Coming closer once more Monica flinched as the brunette slapped her cock against the side of her face; the Witch cackling as Monica eyed the massive phallus apprehensively. Brushing the head of the cock against the Captain's full brown lips, the Witch's implication was clear:

Monica's dark brown eyes focused on the dildo as it bobbed before her vision; if she wanted to get out of this, or at least buy Wanda some time, the Captain would have to swallow yet another humiliation:

Glowering up at her tormentor, Monica made up her mind; raising her head in a final act of naïve defiance:

"Show me what you got 'Agnes'!! You evil -Mmmphg!! MMMPHG!!"

Pressing against her plump lips, Monica was forced to acquiesce, cut off mid-sentence by the massive cock as the Witch thrust forward with her hips.

Opening her mouth, Monica allowed the bulbous end of the purple member to slide roughly between her perfect teeth. Stretching her jaw wide, Agatha was not content until the cock bounced off the back of the poor SWORD agent's throat.

Not waiting for Monica to be ready, the Witch began to mercilessly pump her cock into the Captain's face; Agatha watching with glee as Monica glugged away on her massive phallus, the Witch grasping her frizzy hair to increase the force of her harsh thrusts. Pouting lips wrapped around the wide shaft, the girl had no choice but to take what she was given; sucking it down with all her strength.