A Widow's Legacy Ch. 04

Steam rising from between the two Widows' splayed legs; both Natasha and Yelena panted for breath.

Expecting Yelena to fall unconscious however, Natasha underestimated her sister once again as the nymphomaniac somehow rallied:

Flipping in the seat the assassin turned on her scratching post; determined to squeeze more pleasure out of her sister even as the chopper stuttered towards the ground.

Possessed by chemically induced urges Yelena growled: "I need MORE!!!"

Finally face to face with the girl Natasha stared up in horror; presented with the blonde's swirling red eyes.

Again attempting to reach the stick Yelena thrust Natasha back into the seat; pinning the redhead beneath her whilst pressing their curvaceous bodies together. The blonde's hard nipples stabbing against her own chest Natasha yelped:

"You're gonna kill us both!"

Shrugging the impudent blonde smirked down at her sister:

"This vould be a cool way to die!"

Leaning forward Yelena captured Natasha in a bruising kiss, the blonde locking her mouth against the redhead's surprised lips. Breathing hard Natasha fought the intense embrace; the girl's desperate tongue sloshing deep into her gasping gullet.

Practically sucking the air from her lungs, the Avenger struggled to think with Yelena sealing their lips together; the implications of this chemically-fuelled incestuous embrace to insane to bear. Again realising that the girl was distracted however, Natasha found a new strategy:

Using her impressive flexibility, the Black Widow reached up with her feet; grasping the control stick between her knees whilst kicking the throttle. Pulling back on the lever the redhead used all her strength to right the chopper's fast descent; even as Yelena's tongue molested her open mouth.

Lurching out of this dive however the helicopter's new trajectory had an unexpected side effect:

Forces throwing Yelena back from the seat; the blonde's pert rear rocketed towards the console; finally stopping as the girl was inadvertently stabbed on Natasha's waiting control stick.

"UNNNNGH!"

Yelena yelped as the lever tore through her suit and embedded itself between her pale cheeks. Flailing, the Widow was powerless to stop her behind from sinking onto the makeshift dildo; at least 3 inches penetrating the blonde's soft round rear.

Watching Yelena's face scrunch up, first in pain and then relief, Natasha gasped as she was sprayed by the girl's juices once more; the blonde's unexpected ecstasy undeniable as it sprayed the redhead's chest and neck. Huge round eyes crossing, Natasha watched in amazement as the red glare faded from the sex-monster's young eyes.

Recognition fluttering over Yelena's face, the girl's expression went from confusion, to horror, to pain in a single instant. Finally flinching, Natasha grasped the flailing girl; using her grip on the other Widow to maintain the chopper's trajectory; effectively steering the aircraft through the stick now lodged up her ass.

Whining and gasping Yelena didn't fight the pilot anymore; instead hugging onto her sister and mewling pitifully as the full insanity of her situation settled in:

"Im sorry!! I-I didn't mean to do that!!"

Squeezing the younger girl Natasha nodded into her neck; replying wordlessly. After all what could she say? How do you comfort a Russian Assassin turned nymphomaniac?!

Maintaining a relative flight path by regaining altitude Natasha finally grasped the girl's trembling thighs; lifting Yelena off the control stick with a soft squelch. Quickly dropping the blonde back into the co-pilot seat, Natasha shakily grasped the greasy leaver; ignoring the new stains on her pristine white gloves.

Ensuring the vehicle was stable she finally looked to her crestfallen companion:

"Are you ok?"

"No!" Yelena spluttered indignantly; "I didn't mean to do dat... I-I just can't control myself!!"

Emotional, Yelena ignored the sparks coursing up from her ass; angry at her body for betraying her once more. Recognising that frustration Natasha didn't judge the girl; all too aware of the power pleasure could have over your rational senses.

Both assassins having finally dropped their guard, Natasha and Yelena looked back at each other; the girls all too reminiscent of the fearful kids they had once been:

"It's ok; we'll find you a cure."

"How!?" Yelena moaned: "I'm a nymphomaniac Natasha! You can't free me from that..."

Hearing her sister's frustration Natasha bit her lip; knowing all too well how powerful lust can be. But there were still more she could do:

"Southeast Asia; I have contacts there that can help."

Wiping her eyes Yelena nodded stoically; at this point the blonde would do anything to gain some sort of control over her insatiable libido. Glancing at the instruments however Yelena frowned:

"Do we have enough fuel to make it?"

Looking down at her gauges Natasha clenched her jaw, nodding unconvincingly:

"We'll Make it."

"Okay..."