An Avenger's Rendezvous

The events of this story occur between Civil War and Infinity War. This is Part 16 of the 'An Avenger's...' series. However it can also be enjoyed out of context. So Enjoy!

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Crossing the bare landscape of an open field two Avengers trudged towards an invisible rendezvous; together but eternally out of step.

Feeling the distance from her companion, nevertheless Wanda Maximoff allowed the hypersexual redhead to lead the way; enjoying her view of the Black Widow's behind as they both strode onwards.

The Witch could feel inevitability closing in on them: having returned to her homeland of Sokovia the ever-rebellious young woman had allowed the UN to catch up. Wanda was unperturbed by government bureaucracy; her powers made evasion easy and every resettlement gave the brunette some alone time with her favourite Avenger. But with something vast stirring out in the darkness her time with Natasha felt increasingly precious... After all: Nothing lasts forever.

Rain matting her dark hair and soaking her coat Wanda tugged the garment tight around her shoulders, thigh high boots carving into the dirt as she walked. Ignoring the cold however, the Witch's only concern was reconnecting with her terse lover; sensing something else was wrong with her companion.

Reaching the rendezvous point both women came to an abrupt standstill. Raising her wrist Natasha search for an invisible button; finally deactivating the cloaking device that concealed her Quinjet. Watching the plane materialise out of thin air Wanda nodded appreciatively as the rear hatch unfolded before them, both woman stepping aboard the advanced vehicle and out of the oncoming storm.

Squeezing the rain from her long dark locks Wanda stumbled back as her companion brushed past to enter the cockpit. Observing the redhead's awkward gait concern creased the young woman's beautiful features; had Natasha been injured during their escape?

"I thought we had a deal?" the redhead growled coldly: "Stay close, check in... don't take any chances."

Taking the pilots seat the aggravated Avenger moaned as a hidden injury flared up from below, taking a brief moment to conceal her pain. Awkwardly strapping herself in the redhead flipped several switches in turn, powering up the jet as displays lit up all around her. Grasping the control lever Natasha eyed the complex instruments as rain pattered down on the convex glass above.

"I'm sorry," Wanda murmured: "I just needed time."

Twisting in her seat Natasha stared at the guilty brunette; had Wanda blown her cover on purpose??

Fuming Natasha returned her attention to the view screens as she lifted the Quinjet vertically into the air, pointing the plane's nose at the sky before quickly ascending into the foreboding clouds:

"Time for what?"

Leaning against the nearest bulkhead the youngest Avenger smiled sadly:

"Time with you..."

Softening slightly Natasha felt an uncomfortable twinge in her belly; sometimes she forgot how naive her lover still was:

"Look... I'm sorry. I had a rough time in Wakanda. And I didn't expect to have to fly around the world again to pick you up again!"

"Pick me up??"

Replying slyly Wanda slunk into the cockpit; enjoying how the flight harness supported and separated her lover's ample chest as her gaze rose up Natasha's body. The two finally connecting as Wanda fixed her companion with knowing eyes, the brunette smiled coyly. Natasha has always presented herself as outwardly formidable but Wanda knew how to peel back the layers of her facade to see the vulnerable girl underneath. Nevertheless the sexy Avenger attempted to ignore the manipulative Witch, setting in the autopilot's altitude and destination co-ordinates:

"Maybe we both just need some time together?" Wanda suggested playfully: "A little rendezvous..."

Enjoying the Sokovian girl's lilting accent Natasha felt a conspicuous hand alight on her thigh, the rain soaked fabric still cold against her pale skin. Rolling her eyes the redhead sighed: she had also forgotten how insatiable Wanda was as she blatantly pursued Natasha:

"Want to join the mile high club?"

Feeling those long elegant fingers slip upward to curve around her vagina Natasha held her breath. Suppressing her reaction she replied dryly as Wanda massaged her nethers, the girl's touch bringing forth pleasant goosebumps. Fingertips skimming the lips between her legs Natasha tried not to react as she was blatantly groped through the thin fabric of her tight black costume:

"You want me to crash this thing?"

Wanda impatiently ran her gaze over the redhead's beautiful features, fixing on those tired green eyes. Clearly Natasha wasn't as horny as she was; but she could fix that. Running her other hand through those wavy red locks the Witch whispered seductively into Natasha's ear, her own eyes glowing a lustful red:

"You know you can't resist me... just as I can't resist your ass!"

Bristling again Natasha was aggravated by the girl's impetuous assertion, swatting Wanda's hand away from her temple:

"You know your magic tricks don't work on me anymore."

Taken aback by her lover's steely reaction Wanda quickly tried to recant:

"Sorry-"

"-No fine!"

Flipping on the autopilot Natasha spun her seat around abruptly:

"You want to cause an international incident just so you can have me?!"

Standing up Natasha tugged open her rain soaked costume, the confused Witch caught between arousal and concern as her frustrated lover unfastened the zipper from between her breasts all the way down to her navel; had she misjudged this? Why was Natasha so mad?? Revealing creamy white skin Wanda grinned as the redhead's perfect globes spilled out of their tight confinement, bountiful chest swaying wonderfully as the Avenger stripped.

Unbuckling her utility belt Natasha strode over to the central console, allowing the weapon harness to fall between her legs with a clang as she brusquely stepped free; Wanda watching on in awe. Peeling the collar of her suit away from her shoulders Natasha's vulnerable nakedness was soon exposed to the air. Stretching the impossibly tight black fabric over her wide hips the redhead wriggled out of her signature suit, bending over the Quinjet's central console as her behind became visible:

Wanda's smile flickered, green eyes widening as Natasha's bruised cheeks emerged, her expression changing from lust to horror as the redhead parted the plump rounded flesh of her once magnificent behind:

"How about now??" Natasha muttered.

"Bozhe Moi!"

Wanda swallowed hard; Natasha's ass was utterly destroyed.

Staring at the Avenger's angry red crater Wanda saw deep into Natasha's cavernous bowels, the curvaceous redhead left with a permanent sagging gape. The Black Widow's swollen behind had been fucked inside out, her degradation on full display to the amazed brunette; no wonder she was angry! It was a miracle Natasha could even walk!

Stepping closer to her ruined lover Wanda was unable to tear her eyes away; the infamous former Assassin left a hollowed out shell by an act of anal barbarity, a fresh Wakandan brand stamped on the Avenger's bruised ass cheek:

"W-what happened??"

Unresponsive Natasha considered the question: Was Wanda asking how many times she had allowed her ass to take a brutal pounding?? Honestly she had lost count. Or was she asking how many Wakandan Warriors had taken turns mashing her insides? Again, she had lost count. Glad she was facing away from her young lover the traumatised redhead swallowed her embarrassment responding bitterly:

"What do you think happened? I got what I deserved..."

Wanda shook her head in disbelief; of course she had known Natasha used her body to get by in a cruel world, after all she had been inside the Avenger's head before she'd even touched her ass. Natasha used her 'assets' both offensively and submissively when the situation called for it. But clearly her years of sex and debauchery had finally caught up to her:

Grasping Natasha's sore flesh Wanda felt the redhead shudder beneath her hands as she massaged her ruined rump, wishing she could sooth her broken love:

"Why?! Why would you let them do this to you!?"

Her tough facade quickly fading under her lover's caring touch Natasha sagged against the console, bowing her head so those wavy red locks fell over her defeated face:

"Its my superpower..."

Feeling her girlfriend's regret and shame Wanda empathised with Natasha's plight; all too aware she had played a part in the woman's sordid addiction:

"We've both done things we're not proud of."

Natasha scoffed:

"But you're not known around the world as an infamous ass whore."

Staring down at the reflection beneath her nose Natasha eyed herself with disgust:

"I'll be lucky if I don't need diapers..."

Attempting to lighten the mood Wanda made a half-hearted joke:

"A diaper would ruin the lines of your suit."

Turning back to face her young lover Natasha frowned. Expecting to see judgment in the girl's huge green eyes Natasha felt a pang in her heart as the soaked brunette hugged her tightly. Melting into the warm embrace the redhead felt foolish, naked and vulnerable in a child's welcoming arms. Nuzzling against her however Natasha didn't resist as Wanda finally kissed her.

Full lips sealing together Natasha was glad for some comfort after her harsh anal ordeal. Mouth open and inviting she gratefully accepted Wanda's tongue, wrapping her arms around the girl as they twisted together. Wet Red and brown hair tangling the two Avengers revelled in this closeness after their long time apart.

Peeling away Wanda held the redhead's gaze, speaking softly:

"I know this is who you are. But you're not some whore to me! And I don't love you just for your ass."

"Sure."

Seeing Natasha's scepticism Wanda felt a new determination to demonstrate her affection. Holding the redhead close she kissed her more gently, dark red lips pressing against her swollen pink pouch before moving on to soft white flesh. Starting at her cheek Wanda made her way downward, leaving a trail of smeared make-up on the Avenger's skin.

Natasha swooned as Wanda leant down to pepper kisses all over her neck and collarbone before finally pressing her lips between her breasts; the brunette lavishing her naked body with loving attention. Falling back against the nearest bulkhead, Natasha shivered as the girl licked insistently, holding Wanda's head as her tongue rolled over the Avenger's buxom bosom.

Burying her face between the redhead's globes Wanda motor-boated the other woman; unabashedly reveling in Natasha's sumptuous flesh. How had she ever gone so long without her?? Natasha's chest ranked only second however on the brunette's personal list of Black Widow features; but she would get to her favourite again soon enough.

Grasping a quivering breast Wanda grinned as she felt a hard nipple press into her palm. Natasha gasped, eyes watering as the girl's teeth caught her other bud, the brunette's tongue scrapping against sensitive exposed flesh.

Suckling on the swollen mound the Witch found herself caught up in this oral fixation, plucking at Natasha's other nipple with her thumb and forefinger for dual stimulation; eliciting a deep moan from her weak lover.

Natasha watched in awe as the brunette's lips moved back and forth between her breasts; slurping on pale flesh, cheeks hollowing as she sucked both swollen buds between those oh so plump lips. Wanda would never normally spend so much time pleasing her; Was all this lavish attention just pity? Or could Wanda really love someone so broken??

Caught in the throes of passion Natasha lowered her guard; grinding up against her young companion, the warmth of lust and acceptance filling the redhead with momentary joy. Wrapped up together their mouths found each other once more, Natasha's full curves mashing against Wanda's slender frame as they embraced passionately.

Riding Natasha's outstretched thigh Wanda soon found herself hopelessly aroused; forgetting her typical dominance to just enjoy each movement as she flexed her slender hips. Experiencing the glorious sensation of the redhead's naked skin slipping back and forth against her labia Wanda forgot to breath; burning core getting closer and closer to her lover's own.

Nethers gliding together Natasha groaned in surprise as something hard pressed against her slick core, eyes flickering as the Avenger recognised this foreign object. Slowing her sensuous motion the redhead frowned; squeezing the hard lump beneath the girl's long red coat.

Sensing Natasha had discovered her secret Wanda frozen, biting her lip as the redhead pulled away, suspicion spreading across her lover's beautiful features:

"Nat-"

Springing forward Natasha grasped the crimson fabric, fingers tugging apart the lapels to reveal the naked brunette underneath, finding the Witch dressed in nothing other than her signature black boots and stockings as she spread the coat wide open. Spying the dildo slung around her girlfriend's hips Natasha felt her frustration flare up once more. Falling forward, the incriminating cock pointed directly at the angry Avenger:

"So this was your plan all along?!" Natasha growled incredulously: "Soften me up so you can fuck my ass all over again!?"

Flustered Wanda backed away from her upset love, eyes pleading as she attempted to explain:

"It-it wasn't a plan... I just thought-"

Turning away Natasha felt betrayed; the Witch all but confirming that she thought of her as nothing but a slut; a fucktoy to fulfil the girl's darkest fantasies. Wanda's huge swinging cock now between the two of them Natasha made up her mind:

"You know what? Fine! If that's the way you think of me just get it over with: We both know where this is going!"

Bending over the central console, Natasha presented her ass to the girl behind once more. Arching her back Natasha mashed her breasts against cold steel before reaching back to spread her pulverised cheeks for the watching Witch:

Wracked with guilt Wanda felt further from her lover than ever; the woman she loved presenting herself to the brunette as nothing than a piece of meat, the blubbery white flesh of Natasha's ruined ass pointing back at her accusingly.

Was she part of the problem? No better than those that had used and abused Natasha over and over until the redhead felt worthless?? Desperate to prove Natasha and all of her abusers wrong Wanda's shimmering eyes fell onto her lover's permanently warped and busted hole; what was she willing to sacrifice for this relationship?

Slipping the long red coat from her shoulders Wanda allowed it to crumple around her ankles to reveal the naked vulnerability underneath. Tugging at the straps around her hip the lithe brunette dropped her dildo to the decking between her feet, stepping free of the heavy harness as she rejoined the waiting redhead.

Feeling the girl close in behind her Natasha waited for another brutal pounding, imagining that thick cock slice into her vulnerable rear like it had so many had before. Bracing herself Natasha clenched her trembling core, determined to hold strong even as her ruptured bowels rumbled once more; waiting for a penetration that never came:

"Unnngh!"

Feeling an unfamiliar soothing sensation Natasha groaned in surprised, flexing against the hard metal surface beneath her. Wanda's warm breath cascading over her sore behind the redhead blinked, Wanda laying down kiss after kiss on her angry red cheeks.

"Shhh..." Gently parting bruised flesh with both hands Wanda knelt down behind the Avenger's ass, understanding that her lover was shaken and tired. Time to pucker up or shut up:

"Let me show you how much I care."

Stunned by this sudden reversal of power Natasha froze as she felt something soft and wet trail counter-clockwise around the loose ring of her angry red sphincter; Wanda massaging the redhead's muscle with her own pink little tongue.

"Ugh!"

Natasha sobbed suddenly. Hearing the sound come from her own throat, Natasha realised she had been tight for some time; trembling, holding some kind of pressure inside, this desperate burst of emotion so unlike the guarded redhead. Catching them both by surprise, Natasha was forced to realise that her ordeal in Wakanda really had stretched her thin.

Knelt behind her Wanda pressed her face deep into Natasha's ass crack; applying a gentle pressure to the fierce red crater of the Avenger's back hole with her tongue. After years of increasingly brutal sodomy the redhead's ass really needed this. Nestling her cheeks against Natasha's plump flesh the Witch breathed in her lover's pain, unconcerned with her own degradation as she concentrated on Natasha; She owed her girlfriend that and so much more.

Shocked by this undeniable gesture of genuine affection the redhead croaked weakly:

"No-oohhh Ahhh! You shouldn't do this Wanda!" Natasha felt her eyes start to water as her lover increased her ministrations; lavishing her sphincter in loving attention, the girl's mouth opening wide to seal around her ragged hole. Feeling the tears begin to flow the redhead whined. The abused Avenger simply wasn't used to all this love, concern and sensitivity; no one had ever even eaten her asshole! And for someone as powerful as the Scarlet Witch to do something so gross and demeaning?? What was wrong with her?! But above all Natasha was just so... tired. Spent. The kindness of Wanda massaging soothing magic into her sore, tormented butt was almost too much for her.

Peeling her face from between Natasha cheeks, Wanda observed the saggy hole before feeling the redhead's reservations emanate from her broken mind; finally responding to her crumpled companion:

"Nat... Let me do this for you."

Nodding silently Natasha sprawled over the cold metal surface as her lover licked her tenderised flesh, swishing her delicate pink instrument around the inside of her sticky walls as she slurped on Natasha's ass.

Gaping widely Wanda sealed her lips against Natasha ruined sphincter, sucking and slurping on her behind to taste her inner depths. Clutching onto the readhead's trembling thighs, Wanda held on as long as she could, eyes rolling as she inhaled her lover's scent, Natasha slumping down in front of her.

Having coaxed the redhead into a state of relaxation Wanda rose up behind her lover, wiping awkwardly at her smeared lipstick before leaning over the shaken Avenger; twirling glowing red energy around her long twitching fingers.

Feeling those magical digits slip inside Natasha hissed, her sensitive anus flaring painfully before the girl's magic calmed her down, Wanda hand making gentle circles all around the outside of her angry red rectum.

"How's that?"

Wanda's voice was so gentle Natasha whimpered as the girl caressed her shredded insides with her fingers:

"Any better?"

"MMMmmm, Uh-Oh Yesss!!!" Natasha nodded shakily.

As Wanda dipped further inside the redhead she found that the sensations that were radiating through her were more than soothing; unaware of the powerful magic coursing through her; Deep down inside at her very core the redhead was getting turned on again. Feeling her face grow hotter still Natasha collapsed, becoming totally limp as she blushed deeply.

Wanda's fingers stroked her so gently and softly that Natasha was pretty sure her fellow Avenger wasn't deliberately trying to tease another climax from her spent, defeated body. She was really trying to nurse her sore butt better, but the affection in her movements, and the very thought of Wanda kneeling, her hand in Natasha's ass, was enough to start the redhead's mind turning, the girl's magic overcoming all the pain still inside.

Neither said anything, the only sounds in the jet being Natasha's torn, broken breaths and the soft licks of Wanda's magic fingers as they curled inside her, soothing the burning walls of the Black Widow's sagging hole, dimming its violent red hue to a startling fuchsia.