Stephen Strange knows something is terribly wrong when America doesn't show up for her lessons that very morning.
The girl usually arrives early but she hasn't even shown up yet in his study for the private lessons he promised her. Despite the fact that it was nearly lunch time.
Wanting to know where she is, Stephen goes to the west wing where her room is located.
"America?" He knocks on her door and he hears a muffled sound from within, "Are you alright America?"
"Nooo…" He hears her moan in obvious pain and Stephen is immediately concerned.
"I'm coming in America," He doesn't wait for her to reply before he comes barging into her room.
The scent hits him at once the moment he enters her room. Stephen Strange freezes when the tantalizing and cloying scent floods his olfactory senses. To his utter confusion, something powerful, something visceral and feral rises within him as he inhales a lungful of that scent.
Soon his mind is no longer his own. Something like an animal has taken a hold of it.
He is near America's bed in no time and finds the eighteen year old girl bundled within her bedsheets.
"America," his voice comes out like a growl as he regards the lump on the bed. "What's wrong?"
Stephen tries to shake his head at the encroaching fog that nearly clouds his mind. He doesn't feel like himself anymore when that overpowering scent continues to pervade his senses. He suddenly feels an overwhelming urge to do something to the girl, like remove the blankets off of her and then -
Is this some kind of spell? Stephen silently wonders as he sits down next to America, who is still covered with the bedsheets.
"Stephen, is that you?" America asks in a small and tentative voice.
Stephen swallows thickly around his suddenly dry throat before he says, his voice a rasp. "Yes, it's me America. What's wrong? Why are you hiding?"
"Oh, Stephen! Everything is wrong!" The girl says as she bursts from the covers and straight into his arms.
Stephen stiffens at America's sudden move while he realizes that the scent that pervades his senses is coming from America and his entire body nearly seizes while his mind is flooded with images of him and her tangled in the sheets. To his utmost shock, he suddenly and instinctively wants to do a lot of unspeakable things to her.
At the back of his mind, Stephen is horrified for entertaining such thoughts regarding his ward but another part of him - the animal part of him - wants to push America on the bed and - and -
Fuck! What is wrong with me?! He shakes his head again, trying to clear his thoughts.
"I don't have my suppressants with me and now I'm in Heat." America is babbling in obvious hysterics but Stephen is too preoccupied with his thoughts and her scent and her tempting slender figure in his arms that he partly doesn't understand what America is talking about.
"Suppressants? Heat? What are you talking about America?" Stephen manages to ask despite his inner turmoil of wanting to simply rip the girl's clothes off and have his way with her.
"You wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you, Stephen," America sobs into his shoulder. "I'm in a lot of pain and I need an Alpha to help me get through my heat but I have never done this before."
"I'm right here, America. If you are in pain, just tell me what you want me to do and I will help you," He grits out while trying to control himself from pouncing on the distraught girl.
He can feel his body reacting to the girl's proximity and he feels downright aghast and ashamed about it.
Why do I feel like this with her? Am I in some kind of spell? Stephen thinks in worry as he tries not to nuzzle the girl's neck with his nose.
He wants to run his nose alongside the girl's neck so badly and smell her that he tightens his arms around the girl to stop himself from doing so.
"Will you really help me Stephen?" America asks hopefully as she leans back to look him in the eyes.
"Yes," comes his guttural response.
"Then, I want you to touch me Stephen, like a man would touch a woman…" America says to him as she cups his face with her small hands. "I trust you completely Stephen. That's why you are the only one who can help me with my condition…I want you to fuck me right now."
Stephen stops breathing altogether when he hears America's request. His eyes wide with shock while deep within him, something dark and hungry awakens.
And before Stephen can say anything else, America suddenly wraps a hand behind his neck before she pulls him closer to her and kisses him right on the mouth.
Something hot and potent pools in his gut the moment their lips meet and Stephen can't help himself. He knows it's wrong but he suddenly starts to slowly respond to America's kiss. Soon the dark part of himself completely overwhelms him while the small part of him keeps on telling him to leave the room and don't come near the girl.
Soon, however, the darker part of him wins out.
A moment later, he slants his lips across hers and he can't help but deepens the kiss, where he can feel America's gasp against his mouth at his sudden move.
The fog completely envelops his mind and all he can think about is laying claim to the girl in his arms and help her with her so called heat.
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America Chavez suddenly feels relieved that Stephen Strange is there. The man who constantly saves her and the man she can trust.
He is the only one who can help her with her terrible heat.
She knows that it will probably take more than one time to relieve the ache in her loins. She is already aching and gushing down there and Stephen - who is obviously an Alpha - must have scented her because he hasn't once uttered a word of protest the instant she kisses him.
In that moment, the man is too far gone to even think straight, much less stop himself from succumbing to her kiss.
Now, she can't stop the moan that leaves her throat when Stephen deepens their kiss. Her mouth parts open, allowing Stephen's sensuous tongue to trace the roof of her mouth and stroke hers. Liquid heat instantly goes straight through her, only to settle at her core where something hot simmers within her as Stephen continues to kiss her.
America has only kissed girls before. However, this will be the first time that she has kissed a man like Stephen Strange, who has never failed to make her admire him. The man is the epitome of cold calculation and self-control. However, in that instant, the doctor seems to have lost his analytical mind and self-control the moment he smells her Omega scent and America is simply glad to have him there with her.
And his scent.
Dios mio...his scent is so intoxicating. She thinks.
Stephen Strange smells like woodsmoke, mint, and something fresh, like wet grass after the rain.
He smells divine and overwhelmingly masculine.
There is no denying it that he is an Alpha, despite him not knowing about it.
And America nearly wants to drown in his scent.
She wants to wrap herself with it until her Omega scent is covered by his.
In that moment, America allows Stephen to push her down on the bed while the man climbs on top of her with his Sorcerer clothes still on.
That won't do. I need him naked right now. America thinks almost desperately.
America reaches forward and starts undressing the Sorcerer, who also starts doing the same to her night dress. She can't wait to feel his naked skin against hers and his cock inside her throbbing heat.
She fumbles with Stephen's clothes and she would have had trouble removing it if Stephen hadn't decided to use magic to discard his and her clothes completely. In a blink of an eye, all their clothes are gone with a flick of Stephen's wrist and he did it even without temporarily stopping their kiss.
America gasps out loud when cool air hits her naked flesh but she is soon warmed by Stephen, who settles his hot, masculine body over hers and between her legs. She can already feel his arousal pressing against her hip. Even though she can't see his manhood, America already feels intimidated by it.
Stephen continues to kiss her passionately while America can feel his hands begin to wander over her naked figure. When his hand cups her left breast, America feels herself flush at the sudden sensation.
Then, Stephen rolls a hand over her aching nipple and at once a moan rips forth from America's lips while a jolt of pleasure runs straight to her cunt from the point of contact. Moisture continues to gather between her thighs, which tells her how aroused she is by Stephen's attention.
America allows the sorcerer to unlatch his lips from hers, where Stephen starts kissing his way downwards. From the curve of her jaw, to her neck, to her collarbone and down to her breast, where it culminated with Stephen sucking her nipple into his mouth.
She lets out a whine as Stephen finally laves his attention on her breast while he uses his free hand to knead her other breast. Something sizzling hot hooks at her navel every time Stephen tags and sucks at her nipple with his perfect mouth while she can feel her slick flowing freely from her cunt and down her inner thighs due to her increasing arousal.
Stephen moves to the other breast and does the same with it while his other hand finds its way down her stomach to settle between the apex of her thighs, where she is already aching for him.
Her breathing hitches when Stephen presses his hand over her mound right before he uses his fingers to pry her nether lips open in search for that sensitive bundle of nerves.
The moment the sorcerer finds her clit, America can't help but writhe and cry out in pure pleasure when Stephen suddenly starts circling the bud with his gifted fingers.
"Dios mio!" She blabbers incoherently as she grips the bedsheets beside her. "Please don't stop Stephen!"
Stephen's only reply is to roll his tongue over her pebbled nipple while he continues to flick his fingers over her clit.
A moment later, she cries out and bucks her hips when Stephen suddenly slides a finger inside her, stretching her cunt for the first time. She suddenly hears him groan, the sound vibrating into her nipple, which only added to her heady pleasure.
America has touched herself before but this feels different somehow especially when someone else is doing it. The pleasure seems more intense and electrifying that America sometimes has to bite her lips to stop the embarrassing noises from leaving her mouth.
"That feels good," She moans, grinding herself against Stephen's fingers as the sorcerer slides his finger in and out of her aching warmth.
"Please more Alpha!" She begs and Stephen obliges by sliding another finger into her, stretching her further.
She lets out an embarrassing mewl as her cunt squeezes Stephen's fingers as if trying to dislodge them. She can feel herself opening up down there, feels her walls stretching to accommodate more than two fingers and she can't wait for it to happen.
She can't wait for his cock to be inside her.
America is no longer in control of herself. She finally has an Alpha who can help her through her heat and all she wants is for Stephen to take her already. And all she can think about is the pleasure that Stephen is freely giving her and what awaits for them as the moment passes by.
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Stephen knows deep down that he is doing something wrong.
He knows that he shouldn't be doing this to his ward.
But the other part of him – the dominant and animalistic part of him – wants to take America Chavez right then and there after she permits him.
He wants to watch her writhe beneath him as she comes undone by his own hands and mouth.
He wants to see her flush and panting and daze after he has finally given her what she wants so bad.
To give her the release that she obviously and desperately needs.
Not only that.
But Stephen Strange wants to do it again and again until both of them are spent, until he has marked her with all of him.
He wants her irrevocably and completely and without hesitation.
mine mine mine mine mine
Stephen lets out a possessive growl when he hears America moan once more as he slides a third finger into her welcoming heat.
She is still far too tight despite his intervention and Stephen knows that the girl has not been with anyone before.
She is a virgin. He concludes silently.
He still feels slightly conflicted to be doing this. His body, however, is more than ready to take her.
Stephen continues to suck at the girl's nipple while he pumps his fingers in and out of her tight cunt.
I want to taste her…. Stephen inwardly decides after a moment.
He releases America's nipple from his mouth and begins to trail down kisses on her chest, to her belly – which seems to tickle America, who lets out a giggle – right before he sucks the skin of her navel and settles right near the juncture of her thighs.
"What are you doing?" America asks breathlessly, looking down at him with too wide, innocent eyes.
"I want to taste you, America. I bet you taste sweet…" comes Stephen's gravelly words as he parts her nether lips with his fingers right before he leans forward to flick his tongue over the hood of her clit.
Almost instantly, America keens and nearly jerks her hips off the bed, if Stephen hasn't pin down on her hips prior to that.
Stephen's cock throbs and twitch almost painfully at the sight of America writhing beneath him as he continues to circle his tongue over her clit while he moves his fingers in and out of her fast.
"Do you like that America? Is this what you expect of me to do to you?" Stephen rasps right before he wraps his mouth around America's sensitive bundle of nerves and sucks.
The girl's breathing stutters while she bucks again.
"Nngh! Yes, Stephen! Yes!" the girl manages to say as her body trembles beneath him.
The sound of her quavering voice goes straight to his cock and Stephen swiftly starts to focus on bringing the girl over the edge with his mouth and fingers.
"Do you want me to suck your cunt like this? Eat you out?" Stephen asks her as he pauses between talking and sucking and licking circles on her clit, even using his teeth to gently scrape at it while his fingers are busy stretching her further.
"Yes, yes please Alpha!" the girl all but whines.
"You are so wet for me, America…I can't wait to put my cock inside of you," he tells her while he dives forward again to suck and lick at her sensitive bud. His eyes never leaving America's face. He loves seeing the way her face contorts with pleasure. The way she bites her lip and the way she arches her back from the bed.
Stephen wants that image burned into his mind.
"Please don't stop Stephen! Don't ever stop! I'm close! Really, really close!" America says urgently as she mindlessly grinds her cunt into his mouth.
Stephen can feel her tightening around his fingers - she is tight, far too tight despite his preparation - and he knows that she is nearing her release.
"That's it…come for me America. Come for me," He demands of her as he curves his fingers in a come hither way and presses repeatedly against the erogenous zone inside of her.
She comes hard with a muffled scream.
"Stephen!" is her cry of ecstasy as her body shudders and gyrates beneath him.
The sensation of her cunt fluttering and squeezing like a vice around his fingers makes him feel heady, nearly makes him insane with want.
America Chavez comes beautifully and Stephen all but laps at her cum as it drips out of her quivering pussy.
"Good girl…you are such a good girl America…" He croons as he continues to lick and swallow the cum that pours out of the girl's slit.
After he has thoroughly cleaned the girl's essence off her, Stephen starts to kiss his way back to her lips, where he presses his tongue into her mouth to make her taste herself.
Stephen continues to kiss her hungrily while he nudges her thighs apart and settles between them.
A moment later, he unlatches his lips from hers to ask the question that brought conflicting emotions from him.
"Do you want me to take you now?" he says gently as he gazes down at her.
Stephen watches as America looks up at him with her trusting eyes and soft smile while she says easily, "Yes, Stephen. Please take me now."
Stephen leans forward to kiss her again and listens to her moan when he delves his tongue into her sweet mouth.
Afterward, he reaches down to align the tip of his cock near her soaked entrance and starts rubbing against her clit teasingly.
America stops kissing him then only to plead in a desperate and needy voice, "Please, Stephen. Stop delaying the inevitable…"
Stephen's only reply is to smirk right before he slowly begins to press his cock into her tight opening.
He clenches his jaw while he observes America, who has a tight grip on his broad shoulders when he begins to penetrate her.
The girl is biting her lower lip and Stephen leans forward to soothe the bruised lip with his tongue. The two start kissing again, slowly this time while the sensation of America's tight walls wrapped around him like warm velvet goes straight to his lust-filled mind.
Stephen Strange's control is nearly slipping at the feeling of finally entering America's virgin warmth. He enters her painstakingly slowly, allowing the girl to adjust to his girth.
He feels America groans and whimpers against his lips as he stretches her further and further and the thread that he has tightly wrapped around his self-control nearly snaps when the girl suddenly raises her hips, which pushes him to finally bottom out inside her.
Stephen lets out a loud moan at the sensation of finally being buried deep inside America.
Now, all he has to do is be patient and wait. He is certain that the girl must be uncomfortably stretched to the point of pain, which he hopes will subside the moment he starts moving again.
As Stephen kisses the girl gently on the mouth, he vows to bring her pleasure once more when she finally allows him to continue.
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She whimpers as Stephen slowly penetrates her tight walls. Being taken by Stephen's manhood feels overwhelming. He's so much bigger than she expects. Stephen's cock is all-encompassing as he buries deeper and deeper into her. In no time, America feels full to bursting and her eyes roll into the back of her head at the sudden sensation of being filled to the hilt.
The stretch is uncomfortable but not painful since Stephen has prepared her prior and it allows his penetration to become easy, especially when she is still wet from her orgasm earlier.
That's why America doesn't allow Stephen to wait long and takes the initiative to start moving.
"I'm okay, Stephen. You can move now," She tells him softly as she meets his beautiful, dark blue eyes.
"Are you sure America?" the sorcerer asks her almost uncertainly.
"Yes," She smiles up at him.
Then, she moves her hips experimentally, trying to create that exquisite friction that only Stephen can give her and is rewarded by the spark of pleasure that races through her limbs as Stephen's cock drags deliciously against her tight walls.
They both moan at the pleasurable sensation and Stephen slowly withdraws from her before thrusting back in.
"You feel so incredible America," comes Stephen's guttural rasps, his voice dropping a couple of octaves as he moves above her. "You are so fucking tight around me."
"Stephen…" America can only mewl his name in pure bliss.
America leans forward to start kissing the sorcerer, who seems to have trouble trying to restraint himself from completely fucking her brains out.
She wraps her legs around him while her fingers digs into his broad back as Stephen continues to move above her.
A moment later, she lets out a whine of unadulterated pleasure as Stephen suddenly picks up the pace and starts slamming into her without restraint. He begins to hit something deep inside her that makes her toes curl and makes her walls flutter and clench around Stephen's thrusting cock.
America tears her lips from Stephen's only to moan, "Yes, Stephen! Faster!"
Stephen does exactly that and starts fucking her hard and fast.
The sorcerer swallows most of her noises of pleasure with his mouth and kisses her thoroughly until she loses all her coherent thought. She melts into the kiss while Stephen's hips pull back only to surge forward again at a punishing pace.
Stephen groans low in his throat and America lays back to watch his face screwed in pleasure. He looks utterly beautiful with his skin flushed and his dark blue eyes bright with potent desire. The tendons of his neck strain and his breath comes in short, ragged gasps.
He groans again at the sensation of America's nails raking across his back while she whimpers out his name. It is all too much for America. She is so sensitive to the sensation of Stephen moving inside of her that it is a matter of time that she nears the edge of her release.
That familiar sensation from before starts up again in the pit of America's stomach as Stephen's fast rhythm begins to unravel into something desperate and wild. The bed shakes and the metal headboard groans when Stephen speeds up. America's head is spinning at how quickly an infernal heat is beginning to flare within her core once more. Then there is that pleasant and addictive, white-hot electricity that courses through her veins.
It's soon - too soon - when America finds herself forcefully catapulting into her own orgasm. The tight coil in her belly finally snaps. Her screams of ecstasy are muffled by Stephen's devouring lips while stars riddle her vision as her body shakes and shudders from the crashing pleasure that overwhelms her.
America can sense Stephen approaching his own release as well as the sorcerer's movements become frantic and erratic. His fast rhythm is completely gone.
A moment later, Stephen lets out a thunderous shout as he reaches his climax. The sorcerer's hips stutters before completely stilling against her as Stephen paints America's walls with his cum. Warmth floods into America's still quivering pussy while she can only moan at the sensation of being filled to the brim with Stephen's seed.
Stephen collapses on top of her soon after. Although it takes another few seconds right before the sorcerer moves again and rolls to the side to stare at the ceiling. He is still out of breath from the strenuous activity that they have partaken.
Meanwhile, there's a hollowness between America's thighs that leaves her feeling suddenly bereft and vulnerable after Stephen withdraws from her.
Silence fills the room, except for their harsh, panting breath and America swiftly decides to break it by asking the sorcerer, "Are you alright Stephen?"
Stephen turns towards her then with a frown and says, "I should be asking you that, America…"
"Well, you don't have to worry Stephen. I'm fine. Just sore, that's all." She responds with a smile.
Another short silence follows where Stephen regards her with an inscrutable look.
"I can't believe that I just had sex with you," Stephen says in a voice that is close to shock. Then, he stares at her with an expression that is bordering on horrified when it slowly dawns on him what just happened.
America frowns at him but doesn't say anything. She knows that Stephen wasn't able to resist her earlier because of her Omega scent and the scent of her heat but now that he has satisfied her, it looks like the fog has lifted from his mind and he is now regretting what they did.
"America, I don't understand…How did I lose control completely?" Stephen says, sounding desperate to understand his lack of self-control earlier.
"Stephen, do you now regret what happened between us?" she asks him instead of answering his question.
"Yes. Yes, I do…I still can't believe that I slept with you. America, tell me honestly. Did you cast a spell on me?" Stephen inquires, his dark blue eyes nearly glacial as he narrows his eyes at her.
America feels hurt that he has even considered the thought.
"No, I didn't cast a spell on you Stephen! It was purely biology that you lost control of yourself!"
"Biology? Whatever do you mean by that, America?" Stephen inquires as he sits up from the bed and turns towards her with a troubled look.
"I come from a different universe Stephen. From my universe, there are people who call themselves Alpha, Beta or Omega. You lost control earlier because your Alpha nature dictates that you help me - an Omega - through my heat. My scent must have been too much for you that's why you weren't your entire self when you had sex with me," America explains gently to Stephen, who looks like he is having a mid-life crises.
"You are absolutely right! I wasn't clearly right in the head, America! You should have stopped me instead of letting me have my way with you!" Stephen suddenly says angrily at her.
America flinches at Stephen's rage and responds by snapping just as furiously, "Like you Stephen, I can hardly deny my Omega nature, especially when I got the hold of your Alpha scent! All I can think about is finally having your Alpha cock inside of me! I have no control of myself like you did!"
Stephen looks like she just slapped him.
America observes as the sorcerer clenches his teeth, a muscle feathering his jaw as he looks coldly at her.
"If you hadn't come looking for me in the first place, I would have stayed in my room and let my heat pass by, even though I would be in too much pain." America says to him.
"How should I know that you were having this heat?! I know that something was wrong with you when you didn't show up for your private lessons this morning. So I had to come look for you. I, however, did not expect that I would end up in bed with you! If I knew about this 'heat' you are talking about before hand, I could have done something else to help you instead of letting me fuck you. Why didn't you tell me this ahead of time, America?!" Stephen asked, sounding frustrated with her.
"Because I was embarrassed!" America burst out. "I don't know how to explain what an Omega or Alpha means to you! Even now, I still struggle to make things clear to you!"
"I now understand the gist of it, America," is Stephen's cold retort. "But it's already too late. We are at the point of no return. There is no erasing the fact that we had sex!"
"What else do you want me to say Stephen?! I'm sorry for what happened between us?! Because I already am! Mainly because you weren't yourself when you took my virginity!" America yells at him as she, too, sits up from the bed.
"Cover yourself, America!" Stephen barks harshly and America scoffs when the sorcerer suddenly starts avoiding looking at her.
"It's not like you haven't seen me naked a few minutes ago!" She says in irritation, but does what Stephen asks and covers herself with the bedsheets.
"I'm done with this conversation," Stephen tells her through gritted teeth as he flicks his wrist to use his magic to dress himself.
Afterward, the sorcerer stands up and turns her back on her.
"Promise me you won't tell anyone what happened here, America," Stephen says to her without looking at her.
"Of course, not! Why would I do that?!" America cries out, sounding offended.
Stephen's only reply is to walk away from her, but not without saying for the last time. "And forget what happened here, America. I also want you not to think too much about it…I can assure you that this will never happen again."
Then, America watches as Stephen leaves the room while tears gather beneath her lashes at Stephen's harsh and cold treatment of her.
When she knows that Stephen is already far from her room, America falls back unto the bed and allows the sob to rise from her throat while tears starts to pour freely from her eyes.
She can't believe that her relationship to Stephen Strange is in complete ruins now just because they can't help themselves and succumb to their baser instincts.
"What do I do now?" She asks herself through gasping breaths as she hugs her pillow. "Does he want me to - to leave now that he can't stand the sight of me after what happened between us? I hope not…*sobs* if so, where do I go? I - *sobs* I just can't leave everything behind, especially with what I have built here already..."
She continues to cry into her pillow, heart wrenching sobs that rips out of her almost pathetically. She continues to think about what Stephen told her. To forget everything that happened. How can she do that when the images of him fucking her is ingrained into her mind's eye? The only way she can forget about them having sex is by casting a spell on herself. Perhaps she can make Stephen forget as well just to make things stay the way they were before Stephen walked into her room.
America continues to cry until her pillow is soaked with her tears and snot.
Later, with her heart heavy and her body sore, she finally drifts off to sleep, where her dreams are plagued by images of Stephen rejecting and ignoring her.
Still America Chavez no longer knows the future, especially where Stephen Strange is concerned.