An Avenger's Hex Ep. 04

Climbing down the stairs Natasha rubbed her sore behind; the redhead's voluptuous body still recovering from the Westview talent show that morning...

Looking down on the living room the Avenger frowned; her eyes taking in the open space. When had Wanda redecorated?

The interior which had previously been a quaint mix of 60's era items was now distinctly more 70's in theme: Shades of orange and brown were everywhere and what had once been modern wood was now garish plastic. Come to think of it, Natasha had been sure her surroundings were all black and white before...

Alarmed by these unexpected changes Natasha finally alighted from the stairs to be greeted by Wanda, her beautiful redhead lover presenting Natasha with a glass of wine:

"Are you hungry??"

"Not exactly," Natasha murmured, bemused by Wanda's latest 70's style outfit whilst secretly enjoying her loose top and short denim skirt:

"Remember I had eggs for lunch..."

"Oh I am so sorry about that!" Wanda exclaimed, leading the redhead over to the new sofa:

"Agnes can be very... hands on but she means well! And I so wanted to impress Dottie and the Planning Committee."

"Why??"

Ignoring her, Wanda pushed Natasha down onto the seat before following; insisting that they curl up together on the couch. Exhausted, Natasha allowed herself a moment to relax, taking a deep sip from her drink. Today had been such a whirlwind, it was nice to have a quiet moment of intimacy with the woman she cared about:

"Finally we're alone!' Wanda murmured softly; embracing the redhead, "I missed you..."

Leaning in the two Avengers nuzzled lovingly, mouths sealing together as the women regained the familiarity that had been lost from their relationship.

Making out for several minutes Wanda and Natasha soon lost track of time, tongues tangling as they squeezed together on the couch. For Wanda everything was perfect; Natasha was finally with her and they were safe! Enjoying their kiss Wanda smiled into the redhead's open mouth; she even tasted the same!

Finally losing her breath however Natasha was less certain; confused by these strange circumstances. Breaking their lips apart, Wanda was hungry for more, but Natasha held the girl at bay. Gazing into her eyes adoringly however, Natasha allowed her lover to massage her sore belly, deciding it was time to address the elephant in the room:

"Wanda..."

"Yes my love?"

"Is this... real??"

Brow knitting with concern Wanda pulled away slightly:

"Of course it is! I've wanted to be with you for so long!" Squeezing Natasha urgently, Wanda continued on resiliently:

"And now you're here in my arms..."

Holding the anxious girl close, Natasha questioned her more carefully:

"But I can't remember anything before Westview..."

Shifting on the seat, Wanda struggled to meet her lover's eyes. Finally connecting, the Witch realised she had no choice but to edit this moment:

Green eyes flashing bright red, the scene reversed 30 seconds; the room flickering as Wanda changed the scenario entirely.

Shimmering in her seat for a moment Natasha's expression went from suspicious to blank. Then as the scene finally settled the redhead's eyes lit up with love once more:

"And are my boobs bigger??"

Laugh-track sputtering into action, Wanda smiled guiltily:

"Nooo..."

Glancing down at the redhead's chest, Wanda eyed the orange soul stone necklace still slung around the Avenger's neck, before moving onto her chest:

"Seriously do they look bigger to you??"

"Uhh what??"

Shifting her forearms Natasha pressed her firm globes together; the redhead arching her back to present her breasts even better to the watching Witch:

"Bigger?..." Attempting to downplay this change in stature, Wanda responded innocently whilst secretly enjoying the redhead's earnest questioning:

"Oh come on!" Natasha exclaimed: "Look at them!"

Bouncing a little in her seat, Wanda's eyes followed the redhead's sumptuous flesh as she jiggled:

"Well they feel huge to me!!"

Tugging her tank top up and over her shoulders, Wanda practically salivated as Natasha's breasts bounced free; now only held back by a straining black bra, the redhead's flesh practically oozing from the lacy fabric:

"Well I suppose I could take a closer look..." Wanda murmured; hypnotised by this erotic display.

'Oooohhh...'

Ignoring the less than subtle audience reaction, Wanda allowed herself to indulge in this new fantasy. Grasping the Witch's head, Natasha pulled the redhead into her bosom, resting her lover's forehead under her chin.

Comfortable in this alluring cocoon, Wanda pressed her cheek against that pillowy chest. With all of the anxiety and grief of the last few months it was nice to feel protected like she had as a child; before the Blip, the Avengers and the destruction of all she had known. Rocking gently, Wanda nestled her face in Natasha's bosom, the warmth of her soft flesh enveloping her narrow face.

Natasha cooed as Wanda buried herself between her breasts. Allowing for the girl's gradual regression, Natasha calmly tugged a lacy strap down from her shoulder, unclasping her plump chest. Lifting her breast to Wanda's lips, the younger redhead accepted it gratefully.

Pausing however, Wanda wrestled with this latest fantasy; could she really keep pretending this was real?? Not waiting for her to make up her mind, Natasha nudged the girl's face forward, pressing her mouth against an engorged pink bud.

Natasha sighed as her lover finally wrapped those soft pink lips around her plump nipple; why had she been so worried before?? This was bliss!! Starting with a gentle suckle, Wanda closed her eyes as she submitted to this shameful fantasy, mouth lingering on Natasha's newly oversized teet:

"Mmmm... that feels so good..."

Taking the nipple between pursed lips Wanda sucked; amazed something so firm could also be so sensitive as it hardened in her mouth. Running her tongue slowly around a clearly defined areola, Wanda noted the boundary between smooth flesh and surprisingly heavy dimples. Natasha finding this luxurious treatment to her liking, Wanda felt the redhead fully relax for the first time that night; allowing the former Avenger to finally just enjoy her new life:

"Ohhh I've missed you..."

Wanda felt a momentary swelling of pride and yet the words seemed false... the voice too nasally... Before she could question this reality however Natasha coaxed the Witch to move on to her other breast.

Natasha gave a deep sigh of approval, arching her back to meet Wanda's slurping lips. Twisting together in this loving embrace, both women lost themselves in this growing oral fixation.

"Nnngh -baby that's so good!"

Losing her composure Natasha sank into the couch as Wanda sucked on her breast. Deep voice wavering as Wanda lathered her pale skin with divine attention, she allowed herself a few breathy exhales as the redhead latched on, nursing like a hungry child.

Stroking red hair, Natasha cradled Wanda as she took her swollen bud deeper into her mouth, tongue swirling around her pulsating point whilst the brunette suppressed another ecstatic moan. Determined to please her lover, the Witch only intensified her loving ministrations.

Determined to lose herself in this impossible embrace Wanda let her hands glide around Natasha's curves; still licking the Avenger's nipple as she slid her hands upward she cupped the legendary Spy's plump chest, forcing a guttural cry of pleasure from the brunette's lips as she fondled her thick flesh:

"Ohhh Fudge..."

Unaccustomed to Natasha using such euphemistic language, Wanda peeled away momentarily to the other woman in the eye:

"What did you say -mmph?!"

Suppressing the question Natasha grasped the girl's head and pull her back down to her breast, Wanda preceding to tweak an engorged nipple with her tongue, her stretched out mouth threatening to swallow her entire breast. Nipping at those thick pink buds, the increasing force of the licking and sucking forced Natasha to overreact, the woman's hair flickering between red and brown.

Entranced Wanda ignored the signs; when else would she get to indulge a fantasy like this? Engulfing her entire head between those magnificent boobs, Wanda lustfully motor-boated her lover; relishing in all the intimacy she had been denied.

Finally coming up for air, Wanda gasped for breath, her eyes wide and exhilarated. Looking up at Natasha however, the gaze that met hers was not familiar:

A strange nerdy, but beautiful brunette staring back at her momentarily, Wanda flinched, casting her gaze aside. Finally glancing back, Wanda was relieved when Natasha returned, her lost lover staring back at her with genuine concern:

"What's wrong?!"

"Its nothing..."

Smiling reassuringly back at her, Natasha pulled the girl up the couch so she could kiss her once more. Turning them over the redhead took control from the anxious Witch, first kissing her face and jaw before gradually moving down her lithe frame:

Slipping Wanda out of her 70's outfit, Natasha laid down kiss after kiss on her supple skin, first peppering the girl's breasts before moving down to her belly. Lips creating a momentary seal, they smacked before each word as she spoke:

"Its okay-mmm, I'm never going to leave you again --mmph, this is our home now --mmmphg So just relax okay? --Mmmm, I'll take care of you..."

Nodding Wanda sighed in relief. Big green eyes shimmering with emotion however, a single tear rolled down the Witch's cheek even as the redhead descended past her navel, the Avenger tugging down her panties as she went.

"Unnghhh..."

Feeling Natasha's false tongue glide between her pussy lips Wanda moaned weakly, feeling the heat of her core rise to meet her lover's questing mouth:

"I love you Nat..."

Not responding, Natasha slid her tongue up and down repeatedly, twirling her strong pink muscle between Wanda's blossoming folds before sucking the girl's pulsating peach into her open mouth.

Wanda gasped, eyes watering as she heaved, arching as Natasha's full lips practically swallowed her steaming core, warm hands holding her breasts.

Tasting warm cream on her extended tongue, Natasha revelled in the sublime warmth of Wanda's delicious pussy: vivacious and full of life. Taking several, deep licks, Natasha ran her tongue over velvety inner walls, not satisfied until she could flick at Wanda's g-spot.

Guilt, lust and grief cascading over Wanda, the Witch finally came in her imposter's grateful mouth:

Squirting hard the redhead sprayed her magical cream into Natasha's gullet. Licking her lips however, the Avenger's lustful eyes glowed purple...

...

Sat at her monitor, Captain Monica Rambeau watched the latest 'WandaWidow' episode with rapt attention.

Following the loving but lustful encounter between Wanda and Natasha, the black woman's eyes were impossibly wide, her mouth hanging open as she took in every loving sapphic act.

Turned on at this display of carnal affection, Monica barely recognised what she was doing as she unbuckled her tight blue SWORD pants, fingers curling tightly around her own sex:

"Mmmm..."

Murmuring softly, Monica allowed her finger to curl up between the folds of her dark pussy.

"Uh-hmm!! Captain Rambeau?!"

Flinching, Monica twisted to face her intruder; Field Director Maria Hill standing at the flap of her tent:

"Has our spy successfully infiltrated the Hex?"

"Hnngh! Uh-well yes b-but..."

Attempting to stand Monica tugged her hand free from between her own legs; the SWORD agent blustering awkwardly. Blue pants slipping over her wide thighs the Captain tugged them back up quickly. Preparing to shake her superior's hand the brunette retracted her arm; remembering where her fingers had just been...

Rolling her cold blue eyes Maria saw through this pathetic cover up. Stepping closer she elected to ignore the girl's obvious masturbation. For the time being at least:

"But?"

"Uh-Well honestly its hard to tell where Darcy ends and Natasha begins..." Monica explained: "And when we sent her in there I didn't think they would get so... amorous. But if this will help Wanda work through her grief..."

"Good enough," Maria stated curtly: "The situation is progressing and you've definitely exposed Maximoff's weakness."

"Weakness?" Monica shook her head: "Ma'am, Wanda loved Natasha. You think that's weak?"

"Love is for children Rambeau," laughing humourlessly Maria stepped into the beautiful Captain's personal space; noting that her pants were still open, the lace of the woman's white knickers contrasting wonderfully with her chocolate skin:

"Irrational urges are easily exploited by the powerful... Allow me to demonstrate."

Confused, Monica gasped as the Director struck; pushing her back against the row of monitors before slipping a hand into her pants:

"Unnghh!!"

Monica's lashes flickered as the other woman cupped her hot wet sex; the Director skilfully strumming her swollen clit whilst curling her other digits between the folds of the Captain's pussy. Shuddering in the brunette's grip, Monica was powerless to resist as her Superior gave her the loving attention she so desired:

"Ugh Director!" Spluttering, Monica struggled to think as the other woman delivered the relief she wanted:

"This is sooo unprofessional -ungh!" Biting her lip Monica moaned as Maria stroked her insides perfectly:

"Mmmm... W-we really shouldn't..."

Seizing control of the Captain, Maria barely acknowledged her response, sharp blue eyes focused on the bank of monitors where Wanda and Natasha were still making love:

The next phase of her plan was only just beginning...

...

Some time later Natasha descended the creaky wooden stairs into the darkness of the basement, the redhead looking around for a light switch.

Searching in the pitch blackness, the Avenger felt a strange buzzing in the back of her mind. Why had she come down here? And why was this basement so... ominous??

Entering a strange cavern Natasha looked up at the walls; instead of breeze block she saw ancient rock, flickering torches and endless vines. Moving between the pillars ahead of her an unknown figure greeted the confused redhead:

"Ohh hi-yuh hun! How nice of you to finally join me..."

Grasped by an invisible force Natasha was lifted into the air and dragged toward the centre of the room. Purple light twisting around her, the Avenger wriggled uselessly as she was psychically bound; left suspended and vulnerable in mid-air:

"Kinky right? I thought you'd like that; the Black Widow has a whorish reputation after all. Except of course you're not quite the genuine article..."

"Who are you?" Natasha growled impotently.

"Who am I? Who are you toots?! Natasha Romanoff?? Please! A body with a feeble psyche, some transmutation; walla! We get you... nothing special. But Wanda Maximoff?? She made you and that's somethin' special baby! And you've absorbed her power!"

Eyes narrowing Natasha glared into the darkness:

"What do you want -Mmmph!?"

Casting another spell Natasha's pouting lips became sealed shut, effectively gagging the powerless Avenger.

Finally strutting out from the shadows the nosy neighbour beamed back at her:

"Chaos magic: The afterglow of so many magical orgasms cast by a powerful Witch."

Shaking her head, the woman began to chant in latin:

"Mors monster naturale; Mors monster naturale!"

The dangerous woman only came closer as Natasha struggled helplessly. Unbeknownst to the redhead, the soul stone slung daintily around her neck began to glow a sickly orange:

"Let me have a taste..."

The Witch grasping her nethers with those long dark fingers, Natasha releases a muffled yelp; attempting to pull away or at least squeeze her thighs together as the neighbour tightly gripped her sex.

Cackling delightedly as Wanda's little meat puppet became aroused, Agnes watched as waves of red energy travelled from Natasha's pussy and up her arm; the Witch sucking orgasmic power from the floating redhead. Eyelashes flickering, Natasha's pupils faded into a deep purple haze:

"Now then honey... tell me all you know of the Scarlet Witch."