Tony didn't even have to do anything; just the sight of something new, something tight, something hungry was enough to stir him back to life. His cock, still slick and lazy, twitched and swelled, pulsing with fresh blood. But he wasn't at full mast yet, not until she gave him a reason.
And damn, did she.
Yelena crawled onto the bed, her pale thighs sliding over the sheets with effortless grace, her hips swaying slowly as she approached.
She straddled his lap, her soft warmth pressing against his half-hard length, and with zero hesitation, she lined him up and sank down. A real mad woman.
"Hhhhaa—!" A sharp gasp tore from her lips, her mouth falling open as his fat cockhead pried her apart. Her walls clenched, stretched too quickly, barely adjusted before more of him speared in.
Her thighs trembled, a shudder wracking through her, but her pride was just as fierce as her need. She scoffed, though her breath was ragged. "That's it? Hah… She has low standards, I guess."
Tony smirked, unbothered, arms still folded behind his head. But he felt it. The way her snug pussy clung to him, how every pulse of his cock made her walls knead against his cock like she was reconsidering her choices.
And then, she moved.
A slow roll of her hips at first, testing the waters, getting used to the sheer size of his growing cock stretching her out. But as she bounced, her eyes widened. Tony watched it all unfold; the exact second her cocky attitude melted into pure, undeniable need.
Then Tony gently thrust up into her pussy and bottom out.
"Gaaaah! Fuck… yeah… makes sense!" she moaned, her confidence cracking, her words staggered between the force of her own movements. "Umm… You better… not… too fast."
But Tony had zero plans of taking it slow.
His hands clamped onto her waist, and when she dropped down, he thrust up.
"Nnnngh—aaah~"
Her gasp hitched into a choked whimper, her fingers digging into his chest, her thighs clamping tighter around him. She wasn't just taking him anymore; he was fucking up into her, pounding into the deepest parts of her pussy, filling her past what she thought she could handle.
Her blonde hair whipped, those tight, perky swells jolting with every brutal stroke. Her pussy clenched harder, trying to control it, but she was soaking, every wet slam of her hips turning into obscene, squelching echoes. Louder than with Natasha. Needier.
She fell forward, crashing into his mouth, kissing him like a starved animal, tongue tangling with his, moaning straight into his throat.
Her cockiness? Gone.
But Tony wasn't letting her off that easily. He wrapped his arms tight around her waist, locking her in place, and then started fucking up into her; hard, fast, relentless. Lifting her with every thrust, making her cry out, her body jerking, trembling uncontrollably.
Yelena wanted a ride.
But Tony?
He was driving this now.
Clack!
Right then, the bathroom door opened, and Natasha came out, dressed perfectly. She looked at the bed and shrugged. "Tsk… I knew it was you following me."
"Aaaah… I… Why… fucking… did you not tell me… Fuck! Go away!" Yelena growled before suckling Tony's lips back, loving everything he was doing to her sore pussy, stretched like never in her dry life.
"I'm going to get something to eat." Natasha waved, grabbed her jacket, the files, and left the room. But a faint smile remained on her lips, as if a plan had gone just as she had expected.
Back in the room, the end to the moans was reaching.
"Ooohh~" Yelena came apart with a violent, body-seizing climax, her sharp gasp shattering into broken, breathless moans. Her thighs trembled, her whole body locking up as the orgasm ripped through her.
Then it struck. A squirting release, flooding out of her, coating his cock, his stomach, the bed. A full-body quake, leaving a soaked mess beneath them.
Tony wasn't far behind. Her pussy gripped him hard, squeezing, kneading, refusing to let go, milking every last inch. He hated to accept, but she was tighter than Natasha.
"Aghhh…" He groaned, his hips jerking, cock twitching deep inside her before he spilled. Thick, heavy, pumping his load straight into her clenching, molten core. Even as he jerked loads of batter into her, his thrusts never slowed; the intense wet clapping only got louder until they weren't.
"Mmmmm~"
Yelena let out a low, satisfied hum, her mouth lazily trailing over his skin: his face, his neck, his chest. She licked, sucked, kissed; her lips worshiping as if she could taste the heat between them.
And still, she didn't move.
She stayed stuffed full, keeping him deep inside her, throbbing, drowning in the aftermath of her bliss. Even after they were spent, filthy, and drowning in their own mess, she wasn't ready to let him go.
Tony let his head sink into the pillows, chest still heaving, body wrecked from the filth they'd just indulged in.
He glanced down, watching the mess between them. His cock still buried in her flooded pussy, a sinful mix of his cream and her nectar dripping down her soft thighs. And yet, no panic. No hesitation. Just a slow, satisfied hum from Yelena as she traced lazy circles on his skin, completely at ease.
A bitter, almost ironic smirk pulled at his lips. The best part about these 'Widows'? No fear, no risks. He could fill them up, flood them, fuck them raw, and it never mattered. No consequences. Just pent-up heat, release, and another mission waiting in the morning. For both of them.
"As much as I'd love to keep going, I'm not a superhuman, Ms. Belova."
"Yelena! Just… Yelena."
She finally slid a little to his side, keeping one leg slung over him, still clinging to his warmth. Her breath slowed, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over his skin.
"I—uh… Give me a moment." She sighed, a little embarrassed, eyes fluttering shut.
Tony chuckled and pulled the quilt up. He knew she wasn't going anywhere any time soon. God knows how many years it had been since her last good fuck.
The signs were there.
I gotta stop bedding spies. It's gonna go wrong one day.
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After Psych 16, if there was any doubt about Pepper winning, that wasn't the case anymore. 8th November came and went, and soon the results came out. Most Americans treated it as an extension of Tony's 2nd term.
Simple to say, she won with almost the same number of Electoral votes as Tony, minus five or six. She won the popular vote, too, and how could she not? Other than being brilliant in mind, she was pretty easy on the eyes, too.
But Tony didn't want to take away Pepper's spotlight. This was her presidency, not his. So, all the way up until the oath taking in January, Tony didn't come out in the open. Nor in front of the cameras unless it was a White House event.
"Finally, free from the shackles," Tony muttered while standing beside Pepper on Capitol Hill, moments before her oath taking.
Just like Tony, Pepper wasn't going to have a first gentleman. They both waved to the crowd of more than a hundred thousand. Although Pepper wasn't advertised as the first female president or any of those titles. A lot of women still showed up to support. Pepper was, in a sense, the most successful woman in the world.
All smiles, Pepper couldn't believe how fast things had changed once again. From Tony's PA to Stark Industries CEO and now the President of the United States.
"Does it feel so… overwhelming… all the time?"
Tony chuckled. "It gets boring real fast, don't worry."
"Come on, it can't be that bad."
Tony didn't say anything and let her move forward and take the oath. He relaxed in the back and wore his sunglasses, chatting with Jarvis without voicing it.
"I, Virginia Potts, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will, to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States."
Tony clapped his hands and walked closer to give her a hug. "Madam President, don't forget to give a badass speech."
Giddy, Pepper nodded and stood in front of the podium again, staring at the cheering crowd. This was more than what she'd ever experienced. Company events couldn't even come close to this.
Clearing her throat, she started with a deep voice. "I stand here not because I sought power, but because I believe in responsibility. In action. In showing up—even when it's hard. Especially when it's hard—Trust me, working for Tony can be challenging."
In the back, Tony nodded strongly.
"We live in a world where the line between innovation and instability grows thinner by the day. I've seen firsthand what happens when power goes unchecked. I've also seen what happens when people rise to meet the moment—with clarity, courage, and heart."
Realizing she was talking about Obadiah in the first part, Tony nodded. Then he noticed her eyes on him for the last part.
What is this? Praise Tony Stark speech?
But then, he felt her gaze stay unnaturally long on him. Moments passed, and Pepper's eyes turned to horror. Her face paled in an instant.
"Something's on my face?" He asked.
"SIR!" Jarvis boomed. "Spatial anomaly detected."
Tony summoned his Iron Man armor. "Where?"
"Behind you, Sir!"
Shhhhh…!
A sizzling sound crackled behind Tony. Before his nano-tech armor could fully cover him, he turned around to take a look. There it was, a strange black cloud, moving in itself. It was the size of his height.
"Tony!" Pepper's cry came.
Tony raised his blaster arms at the portal.
Who the hell is it now?
"Gravitational anomaly detected, Sir. It's getting closer—ten meters, five meters, it's here!"
Wooosh!
"Fuck!" Tony leapt sideways. "Tentacles!"
Dark, spiky, solid tentacles came out of the cloudy portal. Panic spread everywhere, but those tentacles only struck Tony, grabbing his armored leg before he could fly away fully.
"Jarvis, burn it!" Tony ordered.
Woooosh!
Jarvis covered the outer layer of Tony's armor in fire.
"Unknown element detected! The armor integrity is at 50%. Fire is ineffective!"
"Fuck!" Tony cursed, his last words as he got pulled into the black mist faster than it appeared.
His senses were instantly engulfed in confusing sensations. The change in gravity was instant, sometimes more than Earth and sometimes less. It felt as if his mind was being twisted in real time.
Boom!
With a loud snap, he appeared out of the cloudy, dark portal. Somewhere, barren, unknown, somewhere not Earth.
"Sir, the electromagnetic composition is not Earth," Jarvis warned right away.
Covered in armor, Tony groaned and got up to his feet. Worried about Pepper and the mess back home, but concerned with his current state, he looked up ahead at the lone figure in the distance.
A female, sitting on a dark, throne-like chair, her body covered in tar-like armor that hugged her curves, on her head a crown of spikes—dark.
Then came the feminine, throaty, deep, rumbling laughter.
"Ha-ha… Welcome, Midgardian… Welcome to your new home
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