An Avengers Infinite Sex

Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers, Avengers: Age of Ultron, Captain America or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

This is Part 10 of an ongoing series. For maximum enjoyment please read the stories that came before.

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Waking with a start, Natasha Romanoff immediately knew something was wrong.

How did she get here?

Jolting upright the redhead blinked, eyes adjusting to her dark surroundings:

Recognising the cavernous bridge of the Helicarrier, Natasha felt a little more at ease; familiar territory was always useful, regardless of these strange new circumstances.

The advanced SHIELD airship had been in mothballs for years, sitting empty and silent, now only ever pulled out of retirement for the occasional world-ending scenario. Touching the cold metal floor with her hand Natasha felt no thrum from the rotors; so the carrier was grounded: At least that meant the World wasn't ending.

"Romanoff?"

Twisting to her right, Natasha was greeted with an even more familiar sight; Maria Hill staring incredulously back at her:

"What the hell is going on??"

Maria shook her head; One moment she had been assembling supplies for an off the books incursion, the next she had awoken here. Wanting answers she glared back at the astounded redhead. Before Natasha could reply however their conversation was rudely interrupted:

"NYPD, freeze!"

Rising on her haunches, Maria twisted in her tight grey jumpsuit, searching for this new adversary. Making eye contact with whomever had shouted, both instinctively reached for their holsters. But only one was armed: raising her handgun, the black woman grimaced, blinking groggily; Awoken here like everyone else:

Alerted by a chorus of groans, Natasha spun on the spot. Instead of the agents that usually crewed the helicarrier control room, she found herself surrounded by beautiful strangers. Beginning to stir, each gradually regained consciousness only to also discover their strange predicament. While Maria coiled, ready to strike out, Natasha crouched beside the nearest person:

Eyes blinking open, the girl flinched, scrambling away from Natasha:

"Whuhh?! What -where am I?!"

Hitting her head on the underside of a control panel, the redhead gasped, cringing:

"Owww!"

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you."

Concern in her low sultry voice, Natasha grasped the girl's arm.

"B-but how did I get here?!" Blinking hard as she massaged her head, the girl glanced upward, bright blue eyes flickering with recognition:

"Black Widow?!"

Natasha nodded slowly, helping the girl to her feet.

"Hey!" Rising from a spot further away, another woman yelled from across the control deck, still regaining her faculties:

"What now?!" Maria snapped.

"Agent Madani of the CIA! You two are both under arrest for averting sanctions issued by over 100 countries!"

"117 actually," the girl beside Natasha murmured.

"So everyone knows us," Natasha shook her head; so much for anonymity, being an Avenger ruined that long ago:

"So who are you??"

A little dazed, the redhead shifted, nervously extending a hand:

"Karen Page: Investigative journalist for the New York Bulletin; bigggg fan of your work by the way."

"Well that's just what we need," Maria snorted derisively, eying her armed opponent, weapon still leveled at her from across the awakening bridge.

"Nice to meet you too," Karen replied dryly.

Striding toward them Dinah tried to take charge:

"So nobody knows how or why we are here??"

Groaning, a young asian girl in white sweats pulled herself upright, leaning on the nearest console:

"Nope."

"-And you are??" Maria and Dinah barked simultaneously, the brunette asserting herself over the indignant CIA Agent as they warily sized each other up.

Looking between the two, the girl rolled dark eyes, rubbing her forehead:

"The daughter of the Dragon."

"Seriously??"

Both women speaking at once, the Asian girl relented:

"Colleen Wing, I run a dojo in downtown Manhattan. So not an outlaw Avenger... But I can kick ass if called for."

Ignoring Colleen's defensive remark, Dinah cleared her throat:

"I really think I should be leading the questions here."

"How's that??" The NYPD officer finally reaching them, Dinah stood her ground, facing off against the taller woman as she introduced herself:

"Detective Misty Knight."

Maria smirked:

"Is that even a name?!"

The black woman scowled back at her.

"Well Dt. Knight," Dinah began, speaking condescendingly: "this is hardly your jurisdiction."

Misty laughed hollowly:

"You CIA clowns are all the same... How'd some Persian skank like you even get a badge?"

Clenching her jaw, Dinah suppressed her simmering temper:

"Wow, that was sexist, racist and demeaning to my abilities all in one sentence!"

"Well, I outrank you Agent." Maria stated frankly, stepping between the two.

"Pretty sure you don't: Ex-SHIELD Director Maria Hill," Dinah stated smugly: "That makes me the highest authority here."

"Really, cos the way I see it, this is all the rank I need!" Raising her weapon once more, Misty gesticulated with the gun, the other two women finally acquiescing:

"Huh, looks like I'm in charge after all."

Watching the aggressive threesome face off, Colleen and Karen glanced back at one another apprehensively, the offensive members of the group having made themselves known. All except one:

"Well this is fun!" Elektra exclaimed, laughing lightly as she approached, "I like a good fight! Of course I would also like to butcher you all..." Raising her twin ninja sai's she smirked: "This feels more like a slumber party!"

Seeing the infamous 'Black Sky' saunter so casually into their midst's, Natasha felt her heart rate quicken, stance tightening as she prepared herself: who the hell would bring together all these volatile women?!

"This isn't that sort of party."

Heads turning toward the darkened doorway, the women watched as their host made herself known: Her lilting, vaguely foreign accent echoing in the cavernous space. Hearing that familiar tone, Natasha swore in Russian:

"Boz moi!"

Striding confidently forward, the Wanda Maximoff beamed as she passed the incredulous redhead:

"I don't see how this is a party..." Natasha murmured, gaze flicking from Wanda to Maria.

"Maximoff? You brought us all here??" Maria bellowed indignantly, marching up to the Sokovian Witch.

"I did."

Rubbing her eyes, Claire Temple glanced up from the floor, swallowing hard:

"I really, really have to get out of here..."

Meandering between the women, Wanda was resplendent in her full Avengers outfit: tight leather leggings and corset deliciously framing her vivacious curves, waves of dark hair draped over the shoulders of her red leather jacket. Oozing confidence, the Witch swaggered amongst her collection; heels clacking on the metal decking as she breezed by.

"So you're the one whose in charge here? Stepping forward, a beautiful brunette in an elegant suit raised her hand for Wanda to shake:

"Joy Meechum, Chief Counsel at Rand Enterprises, is this about our property acquisition rights in Sokovia-"

Snapping her fingers at the probing women, Wanda smiled as the brunette instantly fell silent, pausing mid-sentence.

"You are not making the deal," Wanda smiled darkly: "You're what I'm selling."

Aggravated, Misty strode forward, gun still in hand:

"Listen bitch! If you don't explain why-"

Barely acknowledging her, Wanda slipped her palm up the inside of the Detective's leg as she approached, red mist twirling through her fingers. Brushing over the woman's crotch, the effect of her Magic was immediate:

Misty blinked, a rush of heat burning through her body. Staggering backward, the Black Detective leant on the nearest console, gasping for breath. Smiling serenely, Wanda pushed the forgotten weapon away, left to hang loosely in the black woman's grip:

"Like I said; not that sort of party..."

Observing this display of mystical power, Elektra sheathed her sai's: knives would not help her on this field of battle.

Seeing the Detective in apparent distress, a nearby blonde rushed to her side:

"What the hell did you do to her?!"

Dinah was surprised to see a celebrity in their midsts: Trish Walker; former model and child TV star turned radio talk show host. Not an A-lister, but big in New York city and drop-dead gorgeous to boot: A bleeding heart liberal intent on spreading heroic virtues. Whoever this Maximoff girl was she had purposefully amassed quite an impressive collection of women.

Grasping Misty's shoulder, Trish flinched as the Detective hissed, squeezing her eyes shut as if overwhelmed by their minor contact.

Quickly unfastening her pants before her bewildered companions, Misty stuffed her bionic hand down the front of her jeans, gasping in disbelief as her metal digits probed an impossibly hot sex, wet to the touch. Recognising this bizarre behaviour, Trish backed away, twisting to face the imposing brunette:

"Is-is this some sort of mind-control??"

Not bothering to answer, Wanda blew the startled Radio-host a kiss, wafting a ball of glowing red mist from the palm of her hand. Cutting Trish off her magic flowed down the blonde's unsuspecting gullet, the attractive woman shuddering as she swallowed a large dose of the Witch's lustful energy.

Feeling an incessant tingling surge through her abdomen and pool in her belly, Trish's eyes widened, her iris' flashing red:

Natasha held her tongue; she knew those glorious sensations. Stunned, the hapless blonde stared into space, eyes hooding over; red smoke curling from between her slack lips.

Turning back to the rest of her astonished audience the Scarlett Witch cleared her throat. Before she could speak however, everyone began talking at once:

"What the hell-"

-Are you magic?-"

-Why bring us here?!-"

"-Kinky..."

Every woman demanding answers, the outlaw Avenger rolled her eyes. Only seeing the two most important members of her party, she decided to address them directly:

"You see these women!?"

Raising a hand above her head, Wanda snapped her fingers; red mist descending over the crowd.

Instantly the mood on the bridge changed: Falling silent, each of their faces relaxed into slack, lustful expressions; heart rates accelerating while nipples hardened and pussy's moistened.

Twirling a red orb of energy between her long fingers, Wanda smiled widely, enjoying her captive audience:

"Much Better."

Looking around, Natasha and Maria wandered between the scattered women. Standing close to Karen, Natasha waved her hand in front of the girl's angelic face, her big blue eyes far away.

"What did you do??" Maria asked warily, stepping around the French heiress known as Elektra Natchios, surprised she could get so close to the sleek sociopath without getting stabbed.

Wanda shrugged: "I can't control them: I just expose their innermost desires..."

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Maria scoffed: "This isn't magic: You just suppress their rational reflexes and up their hormones till they all become mindless sluts..." the brunette paused, considering what she had said:

"Okay, so I am impressed."

Glancing sideways at Natasha, Maria saw the redhead rendered speechless by the Witch's alluring display of power, she might as well have been under the girl's spell:

Natasha had always known Wanda had magical influence over people but this? This was next level. Had all their times together been in preparation for these circumstances?? Learning the ins and outs of desire.

Wafting around the room, the Witch honed in on one of her new pawns, introducing her to Maria:

"Karen Page. Journalist, up and coming; wrote some very favour-able pieces on superheroes."

"The fan girl?" Maria laughed scornfully: "What use is she??"

Eyes flashing red, the Witch commanded her docile subject:

"Show them."

Immediately the conservative young woman began to undress: tearing off her shirt, the strawberry blonde tugged the flimsy garment free to reveal perfect flushed flesh, chest bouncing as she wriggled out of her tight pencil skirt.

Pausing, Karen glanced up at Wanda, stripped off her inhibitions like she had been stripped of her clothing. Big blue eyes wide and full of need, she was left in nothing but her virginal white underwear, the tantalising reporter on intimate display:

"And the rest."

Biting her lip, Karen acquiesced: Tugging down the straps of her bra, she reached up her back, unsnapping the clasp that held her pert globes in place.

Seeing this young woman's nubile physique, Natasha felt a pang of jealousy; Maria unconsciously licking dry lips as Karen reached for the hem of her knickers.

Around the control room several hearts beat faster and faster, the bewitched women experiencing newfound lust that overpowered their rationality, all focused on the alluring site of the slim girl standing naked before them. Desperate for relief, Wanda's magic kept them all at bay.

Dropping her panties to the floor, the strawberry blonde straightened up, totally exposed; her horny audience saw everything. Twisting to face Maria, Wanda gesticulated to her obedient little pet:

"She could be very useful to you." Leaning in, the Witch pressed her lips to her cheek, leaving a dark red print on Karen's flush skin before grinning slyly back at Maria:

"She's also a Redhead with a nice ass. I know you like those..."

Natasha blushed, not sure whether to be honoured or offended. Resenting the implication, Maria crossed her arms, glaring back at the impertinent sorceress. Sensing her distaste, Wanda swiftly moved on:

"Too cheap? Want someone more... valuable?? How about her??"

Sliding over to Joy Meechum, Wanda waved her hand at her latest offering:

"Rich, beautiful, well connected. Imagine all of her assets... at your command."

Maria shook her head: "Entitled trust-fund kids are a dime a dozen."

"So you want a more killer instinct? Or an accent like mine??"

Slinking around Elektra, the infamous 'black sky' stood frozen in place, only her heavy breathing and sultry eyes suggesting the boiling lust within. Swatting her spandex covered behind, Wanda watched the brunette's expression flicker between outrage and desire:

"Where'd you dig her up??" Maria asked curiously, appraising the greek girl like a rare vase; Ms. Natchios had been missing for months.

"Resurrected..." Wanda murmured: "You could do anything with her, to her... And nobody would know."

Elektra growled under her breath, locking eyes with the diabolical Witch, fingers brushing the handle of her sai.

"No thanks," Maria responded dryly.

"Then what is it you want?" Wanda replied, her patience growing short:

"This iz just a small sample of the women I can possess for you. Take your pick. Or have them all..."

Striding up to the stubborn woman, Wanda spoke plainly, gesticulating with her outstretched hand:

"All the influence you could ever need. With them you could dominate the world with the snap of your fingers: they are all on a list in your filthy mind. I just cut out the middle woman."

Reading between the lines, Maria's gaze flicked over to her speechless underling; finally realising Romanoff's role in this tempting bargain:

"A perfect, private army, fuelled by their innermost cravings; all ready to do your bidding. Or a harem, if you prefer..."

Considering the girl's offer Maria paused for several seconds, sharp eyes narrowing:

"And what if I just wanted one?"

Flicking out her wrist, the Ex-Director of SHIELD pointed to Natasha:

"Me??"

Taken aback, Natasha looked between the two most important women in her life, both now staring back at her.

Wanda's expression soured, the Witch replying coldly:

"She's mine."

Shocked again, Natasha could barely speak, directing her amazement at Wanda:

"You did all this.. for me??"

Shaking her head at the brunette, Natasha tried to signal desperately; if Wanda didn't back down now this would be a disaster.

Surveying the crowd of beautiful women with mock interest, Maria raised an eyebrow:

"I'll admit it's tempting..." Slipping her hand between Karen's legs, she pinched the girl's clit, the reporter gasping as she continued on dryly:

"Like a kid in a candy store... But why offer anything? Why not just scramble Romanoff's brain and take her for yourself?? Or mine, for that matter??"

Seeing the Witch's confident facade momentarily flicker Maria smiled; again sensing vulnerability underneath the girl's bravado: She could use that.

Lately Wanda had come to realise Natasha was growing immune to her charms; their repeated encounters allowing the alluring redhead to gradually develop a passive resistance to her magic. Ultimately it was her own resistance that had failed, Wanda becoming increasingly reliant on Natasha's companionship whilst on the run from numerous governments. Now she couldn't live without her.

Deflecting Maria's question, Wanda responded sharply:

"Why keep some old spy past her prime??"

Maria scowled:

"Don't kid yourself Maximoff: just look at her."

Gaze gliding over Natasha's voluptuous body, Wanda tried to act nonchalant, taking in the ex-spy's glorious curves. From her rounded hips to her bountiful breasts, Natasha was the perfect package, all held so snugly in that skintight black suit, each criss-crossing strap cutting into sumptuous flesh. Eyes arriving on Natasha's beautiful face, Wanda exhaled; pouting lips, luscious red hair and those deep green eyes. Somewhere between the random hook-ups she had unintentionally become quite enamoured; But she could not let Hill know that.

Natasha was at a loss. Were Wanda and Maria competing for her? Had she inadvertently created this weird situation, drawn these two together only to be caught between them?! Both meant so much to her: Maria was her discipline, using influence and cunning to control the Black Widow. But Wanda was wild, untameable passion; she enjoyed chaos and playing with Natasha.

Between the two beautiful, powerful women that dominated her life, Natasha felt helpless. This was never supposed to happen; these egos clashing with her caught in the balance! Whoever won she would lose. The result was the same: Disaster.

Considering all she had learnt, Maria finally decided to counter:

"You really want to know why I use her over, and over and over again Maximoff??"

Wanda scowled.

Grasping Natasha's arm, Maria spun the redhead around, turning her away from the watching Witch:

Glancing downward, Wanda tried not to be drawn in to the sight of her fellow Avenger's perfect behind, ample curves straining the seams of her tight leather suit.

"This is why!" Maria barked, striking Natasha's ass.

Attempting to maintain her composure, Wanda watched as Natasha's cheeks rippled under the brunette's hand, the skilled martial artist doing nothing to defend herself as she was spanked. So this was the true nature of Natasha's relationship with Hill. Even with all the times Wanda and Natasha had been together, she had never seen her so... malleable. Wrapped tight around the bitch's little finger: This Wanda intended to change.

Shaking her head, the brunette tried not to get sucked in by Hill's goading:

"You know this ass could get me any one of those C-list sluts!" Maria continued scathingly, "she controls them and I control her." Stroking wavy red hair possessively, Maria waited for the girl to take the bait.

Ignoring the malice she saw in her opponent's cold blue stare, Wanda's response was defensive:

"You don't control her."

Maria smirked; bingo.

"Don't I?"

Reaching down, she ran her fingers over Natasha's plump behind, groping thick flesh through the thin black material. Sliding her digits down the arch of her back, they