This is the 7th part of a Black Widow series starting with: An Avenger's Initiation.
*****
"Mmmmmm..."
Natasha Romanoff purred, her sultry distinctive drawl wavering as her enchanting young lover insistently pleasured the Avenger.
Laid out on a huge double bed, her wavy red hair cascaded over plump white pillows, Natasha gazing adoringly up at the beautiful body draped over her own. Spreading out in hazy golden light, the two women were illuminated by hundreds of candles; only blazing stronger as their passions mounted.
Glancing between the girl's dark red lips and smoky green eyes, Natasha drank in her beautiful face, becoming distracted only when the brunette's sumptuous mouth met her own once more. Feeling the girl's soft tongue press against her lips, impatient for permission to enter, Natasha smiled. Opening wide, she consented gladly, their tongues gliding together as the two became further intertwined.
Kissing those lips for what felt like an eternity, Natasha became so lost that she wasn't even aware of the smaller girl's body melting into her, that surrender, until the kiss was finally broken.
Staring into the bewitching orbs of her fellow Avenger, Natasha knew something was wrong. Somewhere, deep, deep in the back of her mind a pang of guilt was suppressed as her young protégée ran a hand down her side, ringed fingers tracing over frilly red lingerie.
Lifting her leg, Natasha hugged the Sokovian with a toned thigh, sliding her knee gracefully up and over to massage the girl's arched back.
Again, Natasha questioned these choices; red stocking catching on the girl's violet straps. This was the fantasy of a child; the Black Widow and the Scarlet Witch playing out a lurid dream in primary colours.
Feeling the girl's slim leg glide insistently between her own, the redhead soon became distracted once more as they tangled together, soft skin pressing against her needy core.
Rolling into her arms, the Witch deepened their intimate embrace as they moved together, barely allowing Natasha breath as their lips sealed once more. Feeling long, supple fingers grope her full behind, Natasha wondered how the girl she'd spent months training had suddenly gotten the better of her? How had they even come to be in this luxurious palace??
Pressing her chest against Natasha's larger globes, the redhead felt the fast heart beat of an inexperienced young woman, her excitement radiating through their sensuous encounter.
So how had she been seduced? And how had the brunette moved so fast? Her hands were everywhere and nowhere, curling in Natasha's hair, squeezing her bare flesh, even tangling in the ridiculous straps of her lingerie! Maddening and wonderful. Pleasurable and painful. And her mouth, that glorious mouth! Somehow sucking her neck, nipping her ear and licking her cheek all at the same time.
This was wrong somehow.
Natasha felt the girl's palm drift over her thigh before rising between her open legs. Barely pausing it slipped under frilly red lace. Sliding over her nethers, Natasha shuddered in anticipation, even as those questing fingers slipped higher still.
Distracted by the Witch's proximity, Natasha found herself rooted to the spot, barely aware of the hand that whisked through her messy hair before settling on her temple. Pressing her lips to the redhead's, the kiss further incepted the dazed Avenger. In spite of her misgivings, Natasha allowed herself to enjoy the girl's sweet embrace.
Suddenly Natasha's eyes glazed over as she felt intense heat spread through her core impossibly fast; her nipples hardening as a hand tightened in her hair. Lost in the kiss, the Black Widow didn't notice her skimpy garments disappearing.
Sliding her lips over Natasha's cheek, the Witch spread lipstick over Natasha's skin, each kiss leaving a dark red mark. Falling backward as the girl had her way, Natasha groaned, feeling a wandering hand slide up her bare thigh:
Arousal overwhelming her conscious mind, Natasha panted, quivering in the lithe girl's arms as a tingling spread through her pussy, staring up into endless, pulsating red light as the lightest touches set her hormones aflame.
The Witch smirked, delighted by her progress. Squeezing Natasha's pussy, she rolled her fingers into the redhead's groove, not satisfied until she had soaked her invasive digits. Groaning and panting, the ex-spy succumbed in seconds.
Natasha closed her eyes, trying to focus. Was this... had she been with this girl before? Was this a dream? Why couldn't she remember?
Teasing away the redhead's knickers, the Witch flung them aside triumphantly, lifting the Avenger's thigh. Pressing her leg back into her chest, Natasha groaned, feeling a dull twinge in her belly once more as the Witch used her impressive flexibility against her; spreading the Avenger open.
Finally climbing atop the redhead, Natasha gasped: Wanda Maximoff revealed in all her naked glory.
Biting her lip, Natasha suppressed a smile of approval, holding onto a modicum of professionalism even as she stared up at her sexy ward: the girl was perfect, her pale, lithe curves offset by wide, sweeping hips and pert young breasts. But when did she get naked?
Meeting the redhead's lustful gaze the Witch paused; she always loved this moment, when Natasha saw her. How many times would they repeat this cycle? Would she ever gain the courage to take what she really wanted??
Unable to restrain herself any longer, Wanda pressed her pussy lips downward, both women moaning as their cores scissored together.
Gyrating hypnotically above her, Natasha watched the beautiful girl undulate, her breasts quivering with each flex of her abdomen. Both women twisting together, their body's responded, a rush of hormones overtaking their senses as they merged in the darkness.
Hissing in wanton lust, the Witch rode her mentor, any pretences forgotten as she lost herself in ecstasy: She desperately needed this. Balling her long, dark hair in her hands, Wanda fucked herself and Natasha in unison, the dazed redhead rolling her hips, awe turning to apprehension as the girl's fear and frustration bubbled to the surface, the room growing dark as foreboding shadows passed between them; the burning heat of her core setting Natasha's pussy ablaze. Gritting her teeth, the brunette bit back a tortured scream, holding on for dear life as she pistoned against her mentor.
Leaning down, the girl stretched Natasha further still, attacking her breasts even as she fucked her. Growling, she took swollen flesh into her mouth, devouring the panting redhead.
Biting her lip, Natasha felt harsh teeth tug at her nipples, Wanda clawing at her vulnerable flesh as she struggled to take what she needed. Within seconds the Witch had wrapped her dark red lips around Natasha's swollen buds, suckling hard as she unloaded pent up frustration.
Bent over double, Natasha felt a generous burst of cream mingling with her own. Groaning, her husky voice cracked as the desperate young woman used her like a scratching post.
Shifting on her elbows, Natasha flexed against the brunette, desperate to please, returning her tight strokes with long, languid twists. Whimpering, the redhead felt her adrenaline mounting, the delicious friction of their pussy's intensifying with every turn of their hips. Twisting in fantastic ecstasy Natasha could take it no longer, a burning climax searing through her subconscious:
And then she woke up.
Jolting awake, the Avenger sat up immediately, sheets falling around her midriff as she gasped for breath.
The ex-agent's real room was dark and messy, contrasting greatly with the rich golden palace she had just left behind. Running a shaky hand through unkempt red hair, Natasha's wide eyes darted around the dim space before they inevitably fell onto the intruder, her surprised gaze met by glowing red orbs:
Wanda Maximoff smirked, perched at the foot of her bed.
Natasha groaned, exasperated:
"Will you stop that?!"
"That's not what you said a moment ago," Wanda joked playfully, iris' fading to their natural green.
"I'm living in fear, now I'm sleeping in fear!" Natasha gasped angrily:
"And I hate frilly knickers!"
"But you like everything else??" Wanda teased, meeting her fellow Avenger's scolding glare.
Leaning forward the Scarlet Witch smiled: "You said to practice!"
Shifting uncomfortably in her tangled sheets, Natasha rolled her eyes, grumbling:
"No, I said to GET OFF YOUR ASS and stop moping around the base!"
"All I do is stir your thoughts," reaching for the other woman, Wanda pouted as Natasha pulled away:
"You choose their nature..."
Natasha bit her lip as the girl climbed into her bed, seeing through these textbook advances. The real Sokovian was actually wearing clothing; for all the good it did: a loose grey top barely covering her naked curves. Natasha rubbed her eyes, tearing her gaze away from the young beauty.
"Wanda..."
Feeling self-conscious, Natasha felt wetness between her legs, realising she had soaked the bed with her cream. Squeezing her thighs together, the redhead grimaced:
"It's just not-"
