A Widow's Legacy Ch. 02

"Nnngh..."

Waking with a deep moan Yelena Belova instinctively leapt up; glaring at her dark surroundings before finally remembering where she was.

Splayed out on her messy double bed, Yelena slumped back onto the mattress; the young assassin conducting herself with all the grace of a moody teenager.

Licking her dry lips, Yelena glanced down to discover that her hand had slipped into her pants once again whilst she slept. Squeezing her palm with her thighs the blonde assassin groaned, reluctantly tugging her wet fingers free. Observing sticky digits, the girl rolled her eyes; why did this keep happening?!

Of course, Yelena had dreamt of the Red Room again; the same fuzzy memory of that strange procedure repeating through her troubled mind. Who was that American woman? And what had she made her into? A Widow?? Or something else...

Whilst under the influence of chemical subjugation the Widow had done many horrific things. Now that she had been finally freed Yelena had hoped she could leave that life behind. And yet it still felt like there was something more that she was suppressing...

Sitting upright Yelena rubbed her eyes before reaching over to the bedside to retrieve the trusty bottle of Vodka she had left there. That was the Russian way of coping after all, when in doubt drink.

Pausing mid-swig, the assassin's eyes narrowed as she heard a tell-tale creak. Moving quickly the blonde Widow went for her gun and took cover against the nearest wall. Holding her breath, she drew back the hammer:

"I know you're out there..."

"I know you know I'm out here."

Hearing that familiar drawl, Yelena tilted her head to listen whilst feeling the vibration of approaching footsteps. Could it be??

Moving along the wall toward the kitchen the young blonde was both excited and threatened by the person she suspected was now in her safehouse, continuing their 'conversation' sarcastically:

"Then why are you skulking about like it's a minefield??"

"Because I don't know if I can trust you..."

Yelena gave a raspy chuckle: "Funny; I vaus going to say the same thing..." Reaching the door the blonde tensed; unready to face her past once more:

Swiftly turning on the open portal Yelena aimed her gun, mirroring Natasha Romanoff as she suddenly appeared on the other side of the frame; the two long-lost siblings finally facing off.

Confronted by this 'family' reunion both women were tense; both glaring suspiciously as they took the other in:

"You grew up..."

Eyes flitting up and down the redhead appraised Yelena; clearly impressed by what she saw. Also seeing Natasha's more 'generous' form, the Blonde Widow rolled her eyes:

"You got fat."

Scowling back at her, Natasha had to admit this was not the child she had abandoned all those years ago; Yelena was undeniably beautiful. Curvaceous with just a hint of baby fat, the girl's blonde hair tied back in long braids, opening up her round face. Holding her gaze however Natasha could still recognise the huge green eyes of her former family:

"So we gonna talk like grown ups??" "Iz that vaut we are??"

Advancing on her former fake family, Natasha forced the girl back into the kitchen; Yelena tripping as she retreated over the threshold:

Despite years of resentment part of Yelena was still infatuated with their sisterly bond. After all this was the relationship that had defined her life, the woman she always wanted to be; the Assassin that became an Avenger. Face to face with those perfect features now however Yelena truly didn't know whether the redhead was family or foe.

Acting suddenly both women went for the other's gun; only to find they had swapped and landed back in the same stand-off position: These Widows were evenly matched.

Shaking her head Yelena tried to focus, taking a breath. Inhaling Natasha's scent on the air however something deep inside the girl activated. Iris' contracting, the young blonde felt an overwhelming heat begin to rise from her nethers.

Both still frozen in a combat stance neither was sure how to proceed when matched with an exact physical equal and their own very personal history. Inhaling again, Yelena felt a rush of potent adrenaline as Natasha's scent saturated her palette; decisions made for her by the lustful chemistry within...

"You smell sooo good..."

"What?!"

Using Natasha's incredulity Yelena knocked her gun aside. Reacting a second slower Natasha tugged away Yelena's own weapon; surprised the girl hadn't already taken a shot. But now the blonde assassin had no interest in a sisterly squabble:

"Mmpphh?!"

Diving forward Yelena captured Natasha's lips with her own, embracing the shocked redhead. Wrapped together for several excruciating seconds, Natasha blanched as the girl kissed her; confused and horrified by this incestuous manoeuvre.

Finally getting her act together Natasha shoved Yelena backward, glaring at her in amazement:

"Mmmphg-Ugh!! What are you doing?!"

Staring back Yelena's eyes glinted red with chemical arousal as she replied sarcastically:

"Isn't dis what 'THE' Black Widow does??"

Going for another kiss Natasha held the blonde at bay, her mind reeling; how did Yelena know about her sub-missions?! And why would she suddenly want to change their relationship from estranged fake sisters to lesbian lovers?!?!

Wrestling in the confined space the two Widows fought for control. Gaining the upper hand Yelena pecked at Natasha's face and neck, soft lips pressing against alabaster skin.

Flummoxed, nevertheless Natasha knew she could use the girl's distraction to her advantage; at least she now knew their interaction wasn't likely to prove fatal. Slamming Yelena up against the nearest counter she elicited a lustful hiss from the manic blonde:

"Why are you doing this Psycho?!"

Yelling at the girl wriggling in her arms Natasha pressed forward; attempting to pin her sister. Lifting her onto the work surface, Yelena countered by grasping the redhead's midriff between her thighs and tightly constricting Natasha with her legs:

"Urgghh!"

Caught in a scissor manoeuvre so like her own, Natasha groaned desperately; drawn into Yelena's hot embrace.

Pulling her downward Yelena mashed their chests together, enjoying as much contact as their awkward position would allow. Brushing against each other in the struggle the blonde felt the pendulous weight of her globes even as the redhead tried desperately to contain her libido:

"Stay down. Stayyy Downngh!!"

Feeling the young Widow flex Natasha spluttered; unsure whether to give up her advantage or allow her former sister to continue copping a feel. Hands slipping under her shirt Natasha shuddered as the girl grasped her boobs, squeezing sensitive flesh with wanton abandon.

Holding firm despite the girl's inappropriate advances Natasha thought fast; whatever this was it was beyond Yelena's control. Grasping a glass by the sink Natasha dumped its contents over Yelena's head; hoping to shock the girl back to reality.

"Ughhh!" Yelena spluttered indignantly as her face and chest were soaked. Glancing downward Natasha's eyes widened, the girl's nipples hard against her wet shirt.

"What is wrong with you?!"

Remembering how Natasha had left her behind, Yelena felt a familiar concoction of lust and rage as she stared up at the beautiful redhead.

Again seeing Yelena's iris swirling with red sparkles, Natasha finally understood; the young Widow was being driven by more than just twisted revenge. Unfortunately for Natasha however the girl was finally ready to strike back and take what she deserved:

"Urgh!"

Taking a deep breath Yelena inhaled, her eyes flashing red once more:

Kicking upward Yelena knocked Natasha backward, the redhead falling against the kitchen door. Not letting up, Yelena slammed against the Avenger once more, shattering the glass panes and winding her. Grinning the blonde swore:

"Suka!!!"

Hearing the Russian word for bitch, Natasha was too distracted to respond, caught on the back foot by the impressive attack and helpless to resist as she was now pinned against the door frame. Luckily for the Black Widow, instead of punching her Yelena once again did the unexpected, plastering her face with angry kisses. Sucking on every inch of exposed skin, Natasha wasn't sure whether to be turned on or afraid as Yelena attack her vulnerable face with her hungry mouth. Suddenly biting down on her neck however the redhead hissed, her fake sister leaving a purple bruise and no doubt in Natasha's mind; all was not forgiven in this fake family.

Not letting up on her attack, Yelena's hands were everywhere, fingers tearing at Natasha clothing whilst forcing apart the redhead's legs apart with her own thighs:

"Ughhh!!"

Tangled together Natasha groaned as Yelena used their intimate position to gain more friction; literally humping herself against Natasha in a desperate bid to get herself off. Feeling the incredible heat between the younger woman's legs, Natasha could no longer hold her gaze; amazed that this was the same innocent girl she had played games with as a child:

"Yelena!?"

Rolling her hips against Natasha again and again, part of Yelena knew that this was wrong. After all this was her sister! But something powerful was possessing her from deep within and these same lustful sensations forced the Widow to act out with increasing nymphomania.

Feeling hot wetness begin to spread across her thigh Natasha finally acted; using the horny blonde's lustful behaviour to take back control.

Twisting them around Natasha wrestled with the girl, the two Widows tumbling through the apartment in a forbidden embrace:

"Ahhh!!"

Crashing through a coffee table Natasha finally broke free; eyes flitting around the safe house for some sort of defence. Of course, there were weapons hidden all over the Budapest apartment. But as much as Natasha pretended otherwise, she knew she couldn't bring herself to kill the kid, even if that meant succumbing to her uncontrollable desire.

Backing away from her panting opponent Natasha waited for the opportune moment. Yelena springing forward at her once more this time the Avenger was ready:

Deftly side-stepping her, Yelena flung herself into a wall, becoming entangled in a nearby curtain. Thrusting against the girl Natasha wrapped her in the dangling cloth as Yelena continued to struggle, tearing the fabric away from the rail in a single stroke.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Wrestling with the curtain Natasha attempted to bind the horny blonde to no avail, Yelena flailing wildly until the two fell sideways onto the floor.

Succeeding at getting the white cloth around the girl's neck, Natasha frowned; realising in her haste she too was now entangled; the blonde tightening the frilly fabric around her throat:

Aware she had no choice but to choke her sister out before she did likewise, Natasha knotted the cloth in her grip, yelling desperately at Yelena:

"Don't make me do this!"

Feeling the binding tighten the blonde just grinned; still caught up in her lust- driven haze:

"Mmmm! Kinky!"

In no time at all Yelena had found herself at the edge of what felt like the biggest orgasm of her life, the young assassin so close to that edge she didn't think anything could stop her going over it.

Both women scrabbling against the wooden floor, Natasha held her body just out of reach whilst strengthening her grip. Tightening in time with Yelena's own squeezing, Natasha soon became hoarse due to this mutually assured domination:

"Urrgh! Yelen-ahhh!!!"

Using her boots to push back at her, the crazed blonde cried out in frustration; the redhead mercilessly refusing her advances. Despite herself, Yelena enjoyed the pressure around her neck, strangling Natasha in return so that the mutual choking could only continue; both Widow's trapped on a course of mutual sexual destruction.

Squeezing at each other's throats with the curtain fabric, the blonde's eyes rolled in the back of her head in pleasure as she struggled for breath: Lust rising as her breath diminished Yelena lost her conscious mind: Was this her fantasy? Or some chemically induced delusion!?

"Yelena -urgh! We have to stop!" Natasha gasped through her constricted airway, cheeks reddening:

"I-urgh! I call a truce!! Ahhhh!!!"

"Ggghh-Ugh!!"

Attempting to answer, because of the choking all that came out of Yelena's mouth was a muffled gargle.

Loosening her grip momentarily Natasha scowled as the girl attempted to wriggle free once more; entangling their bodies together so she could thrust her nethers against Natasha's thigh, the little bitch humping the redhead like a deranged Chihuahua.

Flushing red with desire, even Yelena could now tell this was insane; and yet she so desperately wanted more...

"Please... please choke me!" Yelena begged: "Please!!!" "Nooo!!" Natasha spluttered indignantly.

Tearing up Yelena gasped, familiar green eyes now bulging, impossibly round and desperate.

Natasha hesitated, knowing they were at an impasse; surely this was too far!? How had her baby sister become a nymphomaniac?!

Reacting instinctively the redhead acquiesced to the girl's desires, grasping the cloth around the blonde's neck and squeezing tightly:

The moment the real choking started once again Yelena's eyes rolled in the back of her head and she came in the most powerful orgasm she had ever known:

"Urrrghhhh!!!! Yes Ugh!!!"

Rocked to her very core, the assassin's young body became like jelly as she melted into Natasha, the two sisters momentarily locking into an incestuous embrace. Disturbed, nevertheless Natasha continued to squeeze the lust out of Yelena whilst allowing the girl to grind against her thigh. Spasming in her tight grip Natasha held firm, continuing to choke the girl until she had literally wrung all of that dangerous desire out of the Widow.

Both crumpling in a breathless haze Natasha relented; Yelena gasping as she was finally freed from the redhead's hot hold:

"Mmmm..."

Practically unconscious, Yelena slumped back on the floor. Leaning over the blonde girl, Natasha gently checked her pulse as the Widow came back to reality:

"Natasha??"

Blinking blearily Yelena looked up at her sister: "We're both upside down..."