Black Widow - Compromised Ch. 06

The redhead was savouring the taste and the feeling of Maria's folds and clit on her own lips and tongue, but she could tell from how she was being pulled in that Maria had had enough of teasing. As her head was held tighter to Maria's crotch, she focused her tonguework onto her clit, tracing circles around it slowly before briefly sucking on it.

She felt another hand join the first on the back of her head as she began this technique, and the clit between her lips begin to swell. Maria's moans and gasps continued, broken by a few choice words.

"That's right -a -a - you little slut -mmmmm -fuck, fuck. Suck my clit, suck my-"

Her words trailed off again as she was overcome with pleasure. Natasha could feel Maria's juices, not only on her tongue and lips, but on her chin as she continued her assault on the sensitive bud. With only the occasional slip of "fuck" or "slut," Maria gave in to the pleasure.

Natasha looked up, as best as she could given her position, to see Maria's face as she pleasured her. Her eyes were shut tightly, but she soon opened them, as if she could tell she was being watched.

She stared down at her employee, biting her bottom lip, retaining the gaze as she pressed firmly against her. Natasha, struggling slightly for breath, continued to lick and suck at Maria's clit, as Maria practically grinded her pussy on her mouth and tongue.

The redhead knew from this that she wouldn't be long, and soon enough, she noticed a change in breathing. Maria's gasps came sharper but further between, and Natasha could feel the muscles in her thighs tense up as she neared the edge. All her sounds stopped for a long moment, before she released her breath with a sudden groan.

"HHnnnghh" Maria groaned as she came, the moan pushing its way through her gritted teeth.

Natasha could feel Maria's pussy spasm against her tongue as the orgasm rocked through her body, with more and more of her juices flowing.

Even as the climax started to descend from its peak, Maria continued to pull Natasha towards her, pressing her helpless tongue against her vulva as the last through sparks of pleasure spread from her pussy.

Suddenly, Maria's fingers slipped from their place, embedded in Natasha's hair, letting the redheaded agent's head fall back. Natasha gasped for air, recovering from the overwhelming task. Now that she had drawn back, she could feel the fluids on her face.

She felt like she was coated in Maria's juices, but rather than wipe it away, she instead fell onto her side, still between the deputy director's spread legs. Pausing to catch her breath for a moment, Natasha rested her head on Maria, who lay back in silence. Turning her head to look up at the woman she just serviced, their eyes met, and Natasha couldn't help but avert her eyes, wiping her lips and chin on the back of her hand.

"You have a talented mouth, Romanoff," Maria sighed, and then, after a long pause, "We're even now."

"Even?"

"I didn't think you'd forget the finger-fucking I gave you over that table that easily."

"Oh," Natasha said, finding it hard to hide the disappointment in her voice. She was just playing along at first, but now she was actually interested in getting off herself. It seemed that in the moment, she had forgotten that even a drunk and kind Maria Hill was still business-first.

Maria pulled her leg away from Natasha and sat up, looking around her for the discarded clothing. Soon she had grabbed her panties and bra and started to put them back on. Natasha, very much aware that she was still baring more skin, searched for her own and started to redress.

Once Maria had her underwear on, instead of putting her uniform back on, she opened up a drawer in a small dresser at the back of the room and pulled out a pair of shorts and a S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy hoodie. Natasha slipped her jeans back on, then her vest top.

As she was putting her leather jacket back on, Maria came close to her, her hand outstretched to Natasha's cheek. She placed her hand lightly on Natasha's cheek in what seemed like a surprisingly affectionate move. Natasha stood, uncomfortable and uncertain what game she was playing.

"I'm going to delete the video."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it feels like that chapter is over. Not saying this is all sorted for good, or that I won't be on your ass; I'm still the deputy director, and you'll do what I say. But the video will be gone today. Oh - and Fury is on the airstrip last I heard."

"Thanks... I guess," Natasha said, glad to hear it but also not sure how thankful she should feel. Maria traced her thumb to the corner of Natasha's mouth, then swiftly drew her hand away.

"You still had some on you," she grinned. "Probably best not to walk the halls with my pussy juices on your face."

Natasha laughed, but her embarrassment cut into the humour, as she reflexively wiped her mouth again just in case. She could still taste her in her mouth, but tried not to think too much about it.

Nodding silently, she turned on the spot to open the door. As she did, she was shocked to come face-to-face with a blonde woman at the door, clad in her full S.H.I.E.L.D. gear, her hand raised to knock.

"Oh," the woman said, clearly starstruck by coming face-to-face with the Black Widow unexpectedly. "I was here to - to -"

"Come in, Agent 13," Maria called from behind. Natasha stepped aside, letting the woman walk past her, holding a file tightly to her chest and avoiding eye contact with her.

"Romanoff, this is Sharon..." Maria trailed off, then cackled as the agent's eyes widened. "Oh yeah, it's a biiiig secret, can't tell you her surname. In fact, it's only me and Fury that know about it, and even I only found out by accident."

Maria had grabbed the bottle from her desk and leaned against it. Natasha had forgotten quite how drunk she was, and it seemed like the orgasm didn't exactly bring her to her senses. The door closed as Natasha looked back to the agent, wondering exactly who she was.

"Ms. Hill, you said you wouldn't say," the woman said in an agitated whisper.

"Don't worry, I won't say a thing, that's the deal - but you have to do something for me from time to time, remember? Like take a swig of this."

Maria held the bottle out towards her, and Sharon rolled her eyes, before dropping her files to the desk and taking the bottle, necking a shot and handing it back.

"Anyway, it's not Ms."

"Huh?"

"When we're in my office you call me 'mistress' remember?"

Sharon's eyes widened and her face immediately became bright red. She went to speak but held back her words, her eyes darting to an astounded Natasha.

"I didn't need any files, she just brought them for cover," Maria revealed to Natasha, loudly whispering for effect. As Sharon remained silent, Natasha couldn't help but smirk at the situation - were these two a thing?

"What exactly is going on here?"

"Nothing," Sharon interjected unconvincingly.

"Doesn't look like nothing," Natasha said, happy not to be the object of ridicule in this room for once. Maria, taking notice of this, brought her back into the spotlight.

"I'm soo sorry I left you hanging there, Red," she looked between the two agents in front of her, before her face lit up with mock inspiration. "I know! Why don't I have Agent 13 here lick you out - you really deserve it after making me cum so hard just now."

Now it was Natasha's turn to turn red, and Sharon's to look over in shock. Natasha, unprepared for the reveal, gave everything away with the expression on her face.

"Honestly, Sharon's tongue is worth trying out, isn't it, pet?"

Both Natasha and Sharon looked at each other, deeply uncomfortable. However, the redheaded agent couldn't but picture Sharon on her knees, servicing her like she had with Hill. It made her feel hot just to think about it, so she put the thought aside as best as she could. Maybe she was thinking the same thing?

"I think I'm going to have to pass," Natasha said, desperate to get out while she had the chance. "Nice to meet you," she added as she fled the scene, shutting the door behind her and not waiting to hear a goodbye. She sighed, as if she had been holding her breath in those last few moments.

'Man that was awkward,' she thought to herself as she headed down the corridor. She wasn't even paying that much attention to where she was going, but simply thinking about what was going down between the agent she just met and Maria.

For whatever reason, she had assumed Maria had been focused on her as of late, but apparently she has some kind of dominant relationship with that girl - or was it blackmail? She said something about her name being secret...

Natasha was shaken from her thoughts as a hand rested on her shoulder. Reflexively, she turned, grabbing the hand, ready to twist the attacker's wrist before they got a chance to react. Then, she saw she was face to face with Agent 13 again, and let go.

"Wow, okay, calm down, m'am."

Natasha took stock of the situation, and tried to play it casual.

"You know - you don't have to call me 'm'am'."

"Yes m'am. I mean - yes... Ms. Romanoff."

"How about this," Natasha said, "you can call me 'Natasha' or whatever the hell you'd like if you tell me what exactly is going on between you two."

Sharon's face flushed red again, and she averted her gaze, clutching her clipboard tighter to her chest, as if feeling insecure. She looked down and frowned, before forcing her gaze to match Natasha's expectant eyes and answer.

"That's what I came to talk to you about - I don't want you misunderstanding what's happening here. The Deputy Director is inebriated and was just joking, she and I have the most professional of-"

"Cut the bullshit," Natasha interrupted in a bored tone. "I've been in the spy game twenty years now, so I can tell when someone's covering up some fucking."

Sharon's shocked face scanned the corridor to see if anyone had heard their words, before coming in closer to whisper.

"Okay, okay! Just keep it down. I do her favours, it's not a big deal."

"Well it kind of is if you're doing it for the wrong reasons. She knows a secret... your identity? Only reason I can think of for you keeping your surname quiet is to avoid a connection with a family member, probably older generation-"

"Look," Sharon interjected. "I don't want to go into it, but yeah, she's got me on a tight leash with this stuff, so I do what she says."

"I know a little about what Maria can be like. I can help you."

"No - Just... no. It's fine."

"It is?"

Sharon's face became an even darker shade of red, as if she could feel the embarrassment of what she was about to say before she said anything.

"I don't mind it - the leash. I like it. There, I said it: I like what she's doing."

"Oh," Natasha said, suddenly feeling awkward once again. Without someone to help, this was just gossip, and not something she was that invested in. Besides, the longer they talked about it the more Natasha thought about the two of them together... and she had other things to do other than fantasise.

"Well, I'm gonna go now... Agent 13. Enjoy whatever your next assignment is."

"Oh, I will!" Sharon said, suddenly perking up. "I'll be monitoring Steve Rogers - can you believe it? Oh, I guess that's not that impressive to you, having fought with him and all. What's he like anyway?"

"A 70-year-old man. Boils his chicken."

"Oh... well I guess that makes sense."

"See you around," Natasha said as she turned on the spot. She'd already delayed herself long enough for Maria's antics, and they just left her feeling frustrated. Last she felt like doing was listening to yet another person gush about the last boy scout.

"Bye," she heard Sharon say behind her as she turned the corner, and then, in a panicked tone:

"The leash is metaphorical!"

*****

The sun was beginning to get low in the sky as the helicarrier hovered above the water, casting long shadows across the landing strip. What was not too long ago the hub of busywork of hundreds of agents, was now empty.

Natasha silently aproached Fury, who sat perched on the wing of one of the few remaining unbroken fighter jets on the strip, the sole person on the entire platform.

"You can't sneak up on me, Romanoff," the director said, without turning around to see her.

"Why would I bother trying to sneak up on the king of spies?"

"Yeah, well," he continued as he looked over his shoulder at her. "You could be getting some wild ideas after saving the world."

"I had a little help."

"That you did. But it was you who closed the portal, and you were just one woman fighting amongst gods and monsters... you did good from where I'm standing."

"Yeah," Natasha said, her words trailing off as she looked at the sun's slow descent into the sea.

"Are you going for good?"

It made it easier that he already knew that she wanted to put the spy game on hold for a little while. She never could get much past him.

"No, but I do need some time off. I've spent so long trying to keep my head above the water... I wouldn't mind chilling at the beach for a little while."

"Is this a metaphorical beach?"

"Maybe a real one," Natasha said, smirking at him.

"Either way," he added. "We'll be ready for you when you're ready to come back."

"You figure I won't cut and run?"

"You care a little too much to call it a day so soon, I think."

Natasha nodded, taking his words in along with the last rays of the day's sun. It was strange to trust the most secretive man in the world, but she did. They nodded to one another, and she left without a word.

Natasha made her way back to her quarters, where she planned to grab what she needed and schedule a quinjet back to the mainland. She had no idea where she wanted to go next, but not having an order to follow felt good. Still, she felt a little frustrated - and she knew exactly why.

Before this week, she was always the one in control. When it came to fucking, she only gave up control when it was her choice. All her escapades recently... well, she had always been the one making decisions, but her choices were always limited by other people. There was something a little thrilling about it, but things had come far too close to getting out of control.

'I should be thankful for this sexual frustration,' she thought to herself, knowing that it was preferable to the world ending and this particular redhead becoming a slave to Loki. Still, she felt a lack of closure, having been left on the edge by Maria. Should she go back to her?

Natasha seriously considered it for a moment, but then thought of Agent 13. If she went back, she would have to willfully submit to Hill, who would undoubtedly love the power trip. Who knows, maybe she would deny her all the same, and simply humiliate her some more, this time with an audience. It wasn't worth the risk, but there weren't really any other options.

Clint had left, and so had Bruce - and she wasn't sure if she wanted to re-open that particular case just yet. Going with a random S.H.I.E.L.D. officer was against her principles, and would probably bite her in the ass later. It was looking like wherever she ends up next, some hot drunk in some bar would be in for a pleasant surprise. It was not how she wanted to start her vacation, but it looks to be heading in that direction.

Natasha's stream of thought halted for a moment, and she took note of her surroundings. She wasn't anywhere near her quarters, but had been wandering around without paying attention. In fact, there was no one around here, just shelves of indescriminate boxes. Somehow, she'd ended up in the evidence lock-up, facing a locked door.

"I should really look where I'm going," Natasha said to herself, before she noticed a faint blue glow beneath the locked door.

There were no windows to see through, only a ID Card Scanner to her right. Intrigued what evidence S.H.I.E.L.D would deem necessary to lock away like this, Natasha approached the door. 'I'm an Avenger now, and I just saved the world, I better get higher clearance,' she thought as she tapped her card on the display.

"Natasha Romanoff, Level Seven clearance," a voice stated from the console.

"Damn straight," Natasha said, smiling that her clearance had been promoted, "thanks, Nick."

The door opened and Natasha entered the room, eyeing up the strange trinkets that littered the shelves or were otherwise locked away. She had no clue why she had walked here, but put it down to exhaustion - she needed much longer to rest before she felt in good health again. With disappointment, she considered the fact that maybe she should even forgo... certain other activities too.

Groaning at this thought, Natasha sought to distract herself by browsing through the room's contents. There was a shard of metal left from when Thor took apart The Destroyer, Iron Monger's armour and Ivan Vanko's arc-reactor whips. There were also some sort of serpent crown, and strange armour she didn't recognise, marked with the signifier 'Kree'.

As she turned the corner, she found the source of the glowing she had seen under the door. As if waiting for her at the end of the hallway, Loki's sceptre was displayed. The light emitted was lower than it had been before, as if it was now dormant. Natasha, unable to suppress her curiosity, came close to get a better look.

That same blue glow had caused nothing but trouble, but still, there was something... unnaturally inviting about it. Out of Loki's hands, and away from the tesseract, it must be harmless, right?

The fact that it was kept in this way showed her that Fury deemed it at least safe enough for any Level Seven agent to be in the same room as, so why not take a look at what had caused such chaos over the last few days?

Natasha felt like having a little closure, a last look at the object which she couldn't explain any easier than the hulking giant who brought down a flying snake. What else was out there?

As she leaned in to look at the orb at the end of the staff, Natasha noticed the light pulsing a very small degree, as if it were sleeping. She brought her finger close, and could feel some static on her fingertips, so she kept her distance.

The buzzing she felt vibrating through her fingers grew stronger, until she felt a jolt shoot down her arm. The jolt sent her falling backwards, disorientated as the room around her began to twist and change.