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Warnings: This story may contain material that is not suitable for all audiences and may offend some readers. Additionally, this story contains sexual activity. Please exercise understanding of personal sensitivities before and during reading.

Author's Note(s): Nothing like a little monthly challenge to try & get the creative writing juices flowing after weeks of grading papers and herding students.

Challenge/Competition Block:
Stacked with: MC4A (x); Kinktober 2021
Outside Challenges: Kinktober [Day 01] (Face Sitting)
Individual Challenges: Green Ribbon; Eating Cake; Two Cakes; Bucket Listing; In a Flash; Old Shoes; Wibbly Wobbly Era; Zed Era; Colors Galore; Citrus Sale; Ship Sails; Extraterrestrial MC; Shifter MC; Magical MC; Disabled; Rian-Russo Inversion; La Vie Boheme; Best Stories (Y)
Other MC4A Challenges (Prompt): SpB [1C](Melt); TrB [1B](Even Evil Has Standards); SuB [3D](Rope); AU [1C](Scientist); FaB [5A](Yellow); Set [2C](Bedroom); Ship (Prodigal Love)[SpBig (Blanket; Ribbon/Cord); SuMic2 (Green; Yellow); FaMed1 (Admiring the View); Bingo (4B - That's My Idiot)]; Chim [Fish](Jewelry; The Trickster); Hunt [Fa WD (Heart Condition; Major Respitory Issue); Fa Items (Scarf)]; Garden [Blossoms (Charcoal; Jade Green; Yellow)]; Fire [x3](Color Me Citrus; Outta This World; Beautifully Rare); Hang [Phrase 02](n/a)
Representation: Sylvie/Tony Stark
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenge(s): Sitting Hummingbird; Second Verse (Rock of Ages; Most Human Bean; Grease Monkey; Lock & Key; White Dress; Not a Lamp; Ladylike); Chorus (Messing with Morlocks; Seven Gates; Turtle-Duck; Surprise!; In the Trench; Abandoned Ship; Creature Feature; Unicorn; Larger than Life; Tomorrow's Shade; Peddling Pots; Machismo; Fizzy Lemonade; Wabi Sabi; Pocky Pockets; Odd Feathers)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Terse; Toad); SN (Rail; Ameliorate); FR (Satisfaction); O3 (Olivine); CM (Briar; Navigate; Yogin); War (Obstruction); TY (Avasa); Wings (Bower)
Word Count: 636

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Talented
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Sylvie pushed Tony down on the bed with its jade green bedspread. He went easily, eager to please her after having been away for so long. It might have only been a few weeks that the genius had been traveling between different countries to help with recruitment effort, but it was still too long for both of them. The fact that she could not travel with him without risking drawing attention from the bloody Time Variance Authority was doubly annoying when it meant being forced to neglect her precious pet.

"Arms up, pet," she ordered. Obediently, Tony raised his arms so that his hands, his beautiful and lovely hands, rested on the bed next to his head. With a smile full of predatory satisfaction, she waved her fingers in his direction. Two scarves, both a distinctive shade of goldenrod yellow, flowed from her finger times like snakes to twine around his wrists before one end of each attached to the dark wood of the headboard.

A ripple went through Tony's whole body at the feel of the silk ties. It was strong enough to make the tiny bells attached to his nipple piercings ring out slightly. Then he melted into a relaxed puddle. The swirling pattern of runes stitched with charcoal black thread into the blanket beneath him looked like multiple wings stretching out behind him. With his loving submission to her, magic spread through the runic array like a flood of gold.

"Oh, there you are, darling," she purred as she crawled over the length of his body. She knew better than to worry about the lack of snark from him. He didn't need the neverending flood of words here. He could surrender the need to bluster his way through things. In her hands, he could simply be for a while.

She paused straddling his stomach to idly trace the scars spreading out from the reactor embedded in his chest. She had an idea of what she wanted her pet to do, but it would require a bit of verification. With the diminished lung capacity from the reactor, if Tony had even the tiniest sickness from his travels, it could be dangerous and she would not risk his health for something as insignificant as pleasure. He risked enough in service of his world as Iron Man.

"I have an idea, my pet," she said as her fingers continued to trace Tony's scarred chest. He watched her through half-closed eyes, already halfway down. She played with the tiny hoops hanging from his nipples, making the bells ring out again. "I would very much like to put your clever tongue to good use, but—" She splayed her hands on either side of the ARC reactor and leaned forward slightly without putting more weight on her hands than necessary to balance herself. "—you must tell me if you have any difficulties breathing. I know that even with all the precautions, traveling is such messy work. Can you do that for me, pet?"

Tony nodded, just shy of too eagerly to convey that he understood the importance of her request. Sylvie slid her hands from his chest up to his neck as she moved to position herself as needed. They ended up in his thick curls as she tucked her legs under his restrained arms. She had move one hand to brace herself against the headboard but the other she kept in his hair.

"You know what to do," Sylvie instructed as she settled over Tony's face. She threw her head back with a loud moan as the genius set to work. Even without his hands to complement, her pet was very talented. It wasn't long before he had her grinding down to let him get his tongue deeper.

Oh, yes, her pet was very talented indeed.

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The End
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