Widow and Witch, comfort, mind powers and wild sex
Wanda sits on her sofa, head in hands. She's changed back to her casual clothes, ragged jumper and short skirt with over the knee socks. Tiny red will 'o' the wisps circle her head.
There's a knock on the door and Nat sticks her head in. She's wearing plain clothes in dark colours, grey sneakers, black leggings and a dark grey baggy sweater. She lifts her hands, showing she's holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Truce? I've been pushing you too hard, figured we could do with a girl's night. Steve's off hunting Bucky and Visions helping Tony, we can let our hair down"
Wanda sighs and beckons her in.
"Come in, come in"
Natasha sits down next to Wanda, sets a glass down in front of her, one in front of herself.
She tugs the cork from the bottle with her teeth with a satisfying pop.
Wanda looks for the remote. "I've not done this before, only seen it in movies. We need a weepy movie and a tub of ice cream each? Plait our hair and bitch about guys?"
"That's for breakups. For this we just drink and talk. Today's shaken you up, I can tell" She pours them a glass full each. "Walk to talk about it?"
Wanda takes her glass and sips, then sits back and asks "How do you cope? I could feel their thoughts, their feelings. The hate. The Fear. They were scared of us. They wanted to kill us. They had killed so many others. I thought it'd make it easier to hurt them, to kill them. But under it, there were all the little things; they had hopes and dreams, love for family and friends."
"People are complex beasts. Very few a purely Good or purely Evil. Even the worst murderer can care for someone, in fact the worst people are the ones who do terrible things because they care for something."
"So how do I tell who's good and who's bad?"
"Morality is hard. I mean, I've killed people. Most deserved it but some were innocent and I feel bad about that. That's why I'm trying to make amends."
"You were controlled though; the Red Room used mind control on you"
"I broke free from all that, with time and drugs and Clint's help. But even after I was free I've killed people, bad people, good people on the wrong side, innocent bystanders whose lives I took to kill my target and I still feel bad about it to this day. I've a lot of red in my ledger, So I work to make amends."
"And the other Avengers?"
Natasha starts counting on her fingers "The first thing Tony did when he got his suit working was wipe out a small army of Ten Rings fighters, a few trucks and a tank"
"Steve fought in World War Two and he's killed a lot of Nazis."
"Thor is a mystical warrior who spent a thousand years fighting across the nine realms with a magic hammer"
"Bruce would never hurt a fly. The Hulk, well, it has no intent or malice, just Rage."
"And Clint?"
"Does he use boxing glove arrows? Does he ever miss?"
Wanda sips her wine.
"true. So, You're all Ok with killing people."
"IF we have to, but in defence. The Morality of all this is hard, but I always think of it as trying to do the most good with the least amount of suffering"
"Does it ever get easier?"
"Yes and No. and you don't want it to get easier, taking a life should always mean something."
Wanda shivers and drinks some more.
Nat leans closer and brushes the hair from her face
"Hey, I know it's difficult but I want to help. I figured you could do with a diversion, a distraction, something else to think on while your mind has time to settle and sort things out"
"Sounds good. What do you have in mind?"
"I thought I'd Invite you into my mind." She taps the side of her head "You dug up a lot of unpleasant memories last time you got in here. Thought you'd like to share more pleasant ones."
Wanda looks at her suspiciously "Is this manipulation? Revenge? Control?"
"Kind of. Think of it more as getting to know an ally, hopefully making a friend. I've got to admit i did enjoy shooting stuff at you. But then you did steal my red jacket."
That makes Wanda smile "You're a strange one"
"You have no idea."
"Then show me" Wanda gently presses her fingertips to Natashas temples
With normal people it's like opening a door and stepping into a new room. With Natasha it's like the drop of a missing stair, like stepping through a broken window, layers of jagged glass with reflections of faces that all look like her.
Wanda looks round, standing on the layer of conscious thought, in a room that looks like the room they are in. She can hear a woman's voice distantly talking in Russian somewhere behind the walls, echoing from hollow spaces below the floor. Underneath them she can feel layers and layers of broken memories, deep foundations of trauma and loss shot through with eerie blank spaces and strange repetitions. Mental Doors lead off to rooms full of fading memories that never happened, visualisations of cover identities. Indoctrination feels like iron bars hammered into rock, pinning memories in place so they are never forgotten.
She wanders through the rubble of thoughts, Natasha following her curiously. As Wanda looks, she realises the woman has several near identical faces, superimposed; Natasha, Natalia, the Widow.
Looking round the memories she remembers the time she smashed through here looking for the worst memories to drag up and trap the Widow in, she'd been quick and just grabbed the ones she could see, now as she walked slower and looked around there were traces of things far worse buried deep or somehow blocked or erased, leaving fragments like flickering images and shadows on the walls.
"How many people have you been?"
"Honestly? I've lost track."
"There are other people's marks in here. Someone else has altered your memories?"
"Quite possibly. But it's ok. I'm at peace with who i am"
"I never really looked around properly, there's a lot of damage, a lot of secrets. Just how old are you?"
"Officially I'm 32, but I've been alive a lot longer than that."
"That's crazy. How do you cope?"
"Live in the moment, take what pleasures you can, don't let the bad memories consume you"
Natasha takes Wanda's hand, leading her from the broken memories to firmer ground, more recent memories. The light gets warmer, the colours brighter. They walk through into a small simply furnished modern apartment, it's dark outside and the lights are low. Two figures are intertwined on the couch, kissing passionately.
One is Natasha, the other…"Is that Lillian from accounting. ?" asks Wanda.
Nat leans back against the wall, sipping from her wine glass with a smile "Yes"
Wanda looks at the two glasses and the empty wine bottle on the table "Oh. Bottle of wine and a girl's night in was it? Are you going to seduce me too?"
"Only if you're interested." She walks round the couch, watching herself pulling at the other girls clothing "I was curious if that lip ring was all she had pierced and i was pleasantly surprised"
On the couch, Nat gets Lillian's top off to reveal her breasts are small and pert, with small golden rings through each nipple. She cups them in her hands and starts to kiss them. Lillian moans then starts working Nat's short skirt up, showing dark stocking tops and pale thigh, then the dark lace of her panties.
"She certainly seems enthusiastic"
On the couch memory Nat is gripping the other girls hair as her face was buried between her legs. Wanda watches as both Natashas close their eyes, the one on the couch in orgasmic bliss, the other in the memory of pleasure. It gives Wanda a strange thrill, she can feel Natasha's memory of the probing tongue, of how she came clutching her fingers in her hair, but also how the memory is turning Nat on and voyeuristically she feels it too, a liquid thrill that runs down her spine. She sips her wine, the memory of its taste doing nothing to chill the excitement she's feeling. She watches the two on the couch, wondering where it goes next
Natasha watches her, curiously. She's glad Wanda's not pulling away, sharing her memories seems to share her feelings as well.
As Wanda flushes and looks away for a moment she asks "What experience have you had?"
"I'm not a virgin if that's what you're asking; revolutions are full of passionate angry young men with a lot of energy and enthusiasm. Nothing with a woman, yet. And nothing like that…. "
The Memory has heated up, moved to the bedroom.
Watches memory Nat. Both are naked, she's got Lillian on her knees on the bed, head down, ass up with her hands tied behind her back. Nat is kneeling on the bed beside her, one hand holding the cuffs the other roughly fingering her, making her moan and gasp into the sheets.
Wanda watches the lust on Natasha's face as her fingers rub the helpless womans clit, "You do like being in control, don't you?"
"Yes. Sorry, I find it hard to trust people."
Memory Nat parts the delicate pink lips of Lillian's pussy, sliding two fingers into her wetness.
"I can understand that, with all you've been through. Yet you are letting me in like this?"
"It's a friendly gesture. I think we could be friends. Or more."
"Like that?"
"Perhaps. "
Together they silently drink and watch the memory as the tied girl gasps under memory Nat's skilful ministrations, her orgasm plain as her thighs quiver and her exposed cunt pulsates, contracting in time to the little slaps Nat administers to her clit.
The two memories curl up together in bed, fading as they cuddle up close.
Wanda steps out of Natasha's memory.
They're curled up together on the sofa, foreheads pressed together. Wanda's hand strokes Natasha's face.
"Please. Be gentle. Things have been rough. I need softness. Comfort."
Nat looks her in the eye and kisses her softly. Her lips are so soft, so luscious.
Wanda hesitates then kisses her back, tasting the wine on her tongue. As their lips lock Nat starts to slowly explore Wanda's body, knowing fingers sliding up under her shirt. Delicate touches on her sides, stroking short clipped fingernails up her spine. A single folding motion smoothly unclips her bra and Nats hands slip under it and round to her front, freeing her breasts and cupping them. Hands she knows can kill stroke her gently, teasing her nipples until they're hard and ache as she gently tugs them. She finds herself moaning into Nat's mouth as they kiss, just holding onto her as she expertly explores her body, places she never felt as erotic now giving her little sparks of pleasure as they're stroked. Nat starts to kiss her neck as her hand slips past her waist band, teeth nipping at her ear as her fingers slide into her underwear, she'd felt the heat growing into a wet need for her but feeling the probing fingers slide so wetly into the folds of her sex makes her gasp.
Nat wraps her arm around Wanda's waist and holds her as her fingers rub round and round on her clit, making the girl buck and writhe as she held her close, making her come in her embrace with gentle persuasion.
Wanda gasped and clung to Nat, face pressed into her shoulder, lost in the feel of her body, the scent in her hair. She slowly ground herself on Nats fingers as she kissed her neck, feeling her pleasure flow into the older woman's mind, sharing how she felt. Red motes of light dance around them.
Natasha strokes her hair and whispers "I didn't know you could do that"
"I didn't know I could do that. Maybe it's because I'm with you? Maybe that's why witches are all female."
"Could be. Let's move this over to the bed"
They roll off the couch, somehow landing in a heap on the floor, Nat on top, pinning Wanda down and kissing her. They get up and walk arm in arm over to Wanda's bed. Nat helps her undress and lets her help undress her, peeling away clothing layer by layer, as skin is exposed it had to be touched, caressed, explored with kisses and tongues. They collapse onto the bed, finally naked and locked together in an embrace.
"Talk to me, tell me if this feels good" Nat says, kissing Wanda's breasts.
"It feels good, it all feels good." She moans, tangling her hands in Nat's hair as she works lower.
"and this?" she asks, kissing her way down across her stomach. All Wanda can answer with is a moan as Nat's kisses turn into nips and nibbles, working lower still.
Wanda spreads her legs as wide as she can, inviting Natasha in. Red sparks and glowing lights surround them both as the sensations echo back and forth, the pleasure is shared, Nat feels the echoes as she strokes Wanda, feels her cunt ache like it was her own as she slides first one then two fingers into Wanda, teasing her with a curled finger stroke as she flicks the tip of her tongue across the younger woman's clit.
Wanda gasps and grips Nat's hair with both hands as she comes, the pleasure washing back and forth between them, a shared moment as their minds touch. Nat feels her pulse and grip her fingers, yet feels her own cunt throb to the sensation of being penetrated by ghostly fingers.
She slides up to kiss Wanda again, sharing the taste of her as their tongues caress each other.
Wanda reaches down between Nats legs, stroking up the inside of one thigh, fingertips teasing the swollen lips of her eager cunt then down the other side, then back
She whispers "Show me how. Show me what you like." Nat takes her hand and guides it. "There. Stroke there"
She lies back, legs wide open. While it's easy for her to be so physically open, to open up emotionally is harder but she tries, relaxing and letting the sensations build, she can feel Wanda in her mind and shares the feeling, enjoying watching Wanda's face as her eyes go wide, her mouth opens in a gasp of surprise as Nat reaches her peak and comes so hard they're both left breathless.
They snuggle together under the sheets, holding each other as they luxuriate in the afterglow.
Between long kisses Wanda sighs and says "that was amazing. Will we be able to do this again?"
Natasha smiles "sure, though it's best we keep things casual and away from the public eye. Tabloids would love the headlines. How will Vision feel?"
"He's still pretty new to feelings but there's not a jealous bone in his body. Or jealous circuit. What I feel for him is very different to this, could we be both?"
"I'm happy to share and I think Vision would be too, maybe we can teach him a few things"
"What about Steve? Will he be jealous?"
"Steve? No, of course not. What we have is special"
Wanda sits up, curious "What's he like?"
Natasha closes her eyes and answers in a soft dreamy voice "About a foot long and thick with it, circumcised. He fills you up and stretches you out until it feels like he is your whole world."
As she talks her hands move almost on their own, one to her neck the other between her legs
"He's huge and powerful and the weight of his body on you holds you down and each thrust just claims you body and soul"
Wanda watches astonished as flashes of memories flare in her mind, Natasha isn't shielding them anymore and they're physically and emotionally so close it's like they're sharing every detail.
The Line of his jaw. The intensity of his stare. The strength in his grip on her throat. The safety she feels when she's next to him. How she longs to kneel for him, to submit. How wet and needy it makes her. Being helpless in his arms. Not having to run or fight or watch every angle just for a few minutes. How he takes her hard and makes her his.
Wanda draws up her powers, shaping them from the memories, letting Nat's needs and desires guide them. The glow solidifies into a collar and cuffs on her throat and wrists, chains pulling her ankles apart. A huge bar of red glow forms, in the shape of a penis the size of Wanda's forearm. Natasha grips her own throat and rubs her clit vigorously as it slams roughly into her, lost in the memory of being taken by her Master.
Wanda feels herself gush in sympathy, feeling wetness on her thighs as Natasha remembers the joy of her submission. Wanda watches her relive her most cherished memories, feels how she struggled, how she came sobbing his name and he didn't stop, how he pushed her on into a second and finally third orgasm, how she fell to his feet when he untied her, how he took her in his arms.
Wanda holds Nat as she regains her senses.
"I didn't know you two were like that."
Natasha gives a little far away smile "He's the one man I've found who can overpower me but I know I can trust completely."
"So, what's he like? Not his cock, what is he like as a person?"
"Smart, charming, endearingly naïve sometimes, very knowing others, a good judge of character, stubborn as hell and unyielding about things he knows are right. He's a good man."
"Sounds it. From training I certainly feel he's a good person"
"You should join us one time, get to know him better"
"Join you? As in a threesome?"
"Sure, why not? There's enough of him for both of us and more besides."
"Would he want me to be like you are? I don't know if I can do that"
"You're not like me and he'd not ask you to be. Just be yourself"