Okay, so...don't hate me please. This is my first attempt at writing out an actual full blown smut scene so...yeah. Hopefully you enjoy! Don't judge me! Other than that, it should be just like any other chapter, just...there will be smut, so there's your warning. This will be a M rated chapter if you catch my drift.

I glance around me nervously, and walk out of the bank in my disguise.

I mean, of course I have other hidden bank accounts. Why the hell wouldn't I in my line of work?

Finally, I'd be able to afford that burner phone and laptop. I wasn't going to deny how stir crazy and tech-deprived I was. I needed to tinker with something that wasn't an ancient book of the mystic arts.

I finally cracked after one year, I'll admit it.

Honestly, it was going about how to hide my newly obtained items from Dr. Strange that would be difficult. He was at the Kamar Taj for the day, telling me he had a lot of research that he wanted to complete and left me alone at the Sanctum. Strange and I got along fairly well, but he could still sometimes be that smug douchebag that he was when he was a neurosurgeon, especially in regards to his intelligence. I made it back to the Sanctum undetected and run up to my room to hide my newly purchased belongings before running back down to meditate and give off the illusion that I was working the entire time. Knowing Stephen, he could never keep an eye off of me for too long because he knew me a lot better than I knew myself at times.

Seeing someone's entire life would do that to a person.

Before setting up a yoga mat on the floor, I walk into the kitchen and grab an apple from the counter. By the time I turn around, I see Stephen standing right behind me with his arms folded and wearing that tight-lipped smile.

"So where were you?" Strange asked.

I screamed in alarm and caught myself before I chucked the apple at him.

"FUCK YOU, MAN!" I hollered at him. "Do not scare me like that!"

Strange rolls his eyes at me before closing the portal behind him. He takes a step forward and I stumble back in surprise. When my lower back gently bumps a table set up in the kitchen, I glance up at him to see that he's nearly towering over me.

"Listen. I don't mind you going out, but I just need to make sure we're on the same page here. I can't let anyone know you're here yet. It's not the right time to be alerting people like your father that you're here. I can't just let anyone be dropping by the Sanctum for a tearful reunion or get-together, it's a sacred place. Please try to understand that it's not that I'm doing this to annoy or hurt you. It's just not the right time and I need your help first in dealing with these threats on the Earth. I know about those letters you sent out to Clint Barton and Maria Hill. I let that slide because you didn't have a return address on them and I know how isolated you feel- -"

Thank God he doesn't know about the letter I sent out to Pepper and my father.

"You're right about that. I do feel a little isolated and trapped here, but you know what? I think I've been more than a good job when it comes to discretion. You wanna know how? I was trained by an government organization." I gave him a small heated glare.

I folded my arms and resist the urge to roll my eyes at the man in front of me.

Strange is so unreasonable at times, I swear...

"I haven't told anyone where I am and make sure nothing is traceable to the Sanctum. But despite all of this, you still keep an eye on me like I'm up to no good. I've been keeping up with my studies, and I've been trying so hard to tap into my premonitions and learn about my lineage! Just relax about Odin, Stephen! For one damn minute!" I snapped.

"Relax? You're kidding right?" Strange scoffed. "I thought you were smarter than that."

"Oh so we've gone down to trying to deprecating each other's intelligence, huh? I'm so sorry for not being as 'smart' as you."

I shove him away in anger, feeling my skin burn up from Extremis.

"Don't start this crap with me, Stark. I wasn't belittling you. Get over yourself." He glared at me.

"Oh bullshit! You show off every damn chance you get! What's stopping you this time?!" I shout at him.

"Jesus Christ. You're so unreasonable sometimes, you know that? I was trying to have an adult conversation with you! You know what those are, don't you?" Strange grumbles in annoyance.

Before I can storm over and throttle Stephen, we're interrupted.

"Oh you motherfuc- -" I growl.

"Are you two going to kiss now?"

We both jump in surprise and see Wong standing in the doorway holding a textbook. I quickly avert my gaze and feel embarrassment that I let Stephen get to me so easily.

That asshole just has this way of getting under my skin...I need to get away before I get angrier than I currently am.

"What do you need?" Strange tries to fight the blush on his cheeks.

"I was here to give you that text you wanted, but I can see you two are getting into a much heated argument over intelligence." Wong smirks.

"Please just go." I hid my face in my palm.

"Tyra. Are we still on for tonight? You said we'd go to the show tonight. I told you I did not want to go alone." Wong reminded me.

"Yes, Wong. We're still on. Unless Stephen here grounds me." I replied sarcastically.

"Show? What show?" Stephen raised an eyebrow.

"Wong wanted to go see Beyonce in concert. And before you say something, we've already got the tickets so you can just shut it." I grumbled.

"Would you stop with the attitude?" Strange scoffed.

"You're the one with the attitude." I hiss at him.

"I'll uh...just leave this here." Wong places the book down on the kitchen counter. "You two have fun."

Wong opens a portal and walks away.

FLASH!

"Does this squabbling creature speak for you?" The thinly individual questions Strange.

I step forward against Strange's protests forming mandalas of light around my hands and glaring at the two creatures ahead of me.

"Fuck off, you pompous bitch." I glare at him.

"Such manners." He smirks at me.

"Tyra move!" Stephen orders me.

"Oh...Tyra. What a lovely name. You know, I've heard of your relation to Thor and Loki Odinson. The trickster said many great details over holding you hostage during his little invasion on Midgard. Said you were an excellent tool in obtaining knowledge. Perhaps I should bring you to Thanos so you can help us retrieve the other stones."

I falter at his words, blinking away tears before standing up straight and cracking my neck loudly.

"You shouldn't have did that." I growled lowly.

"He pushed the Loki button." Bruce muttered nervously.

FLASH!

"STRANGE!" I shout worriedly.

I fly towards him in a hurry, but am stopped when metal wiring wraps around my entire body. He pulls me over to him with his telekinesis and displays me in front of Strange, and I find myself growing faint when the cords coil around me tighter like a snake by each growing second.

"Give me the stone and she lives." He tells Stephen.

Stephen glares at him and looks over at me. I shake my head rapidly at him while the cord wraps around my neck.

"D- -Don't." I gasp.

"I told you to stay behind me." Stephen's eyes brim with tears.

"I grow tired of this nonsense. Give. Me. The. Stone." He sneers down at Stephen.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I lose consciousness.

"TYRA!"

FLASH!

I let out a shrill scream when I see the horror before my eyes.

"DAD!" I cry.

Thanos lowers his face and mumbles in my dad's ear while keeping eye contact with me. I run at Thanos with tears rolling down my face, trying to throw everything I have at him while he deflects my attacks with such ease. While he tosses my father away like garbage, Thanos manages to catch me with his abnormally large hands, holding me by the arms, and surprisingly not hurting me like I expected him to already be doing. He looks at me with a saddened look on his face and pets my hair, and smooths it back in a fatherly like manner. Despite the many things I'd gone through and the horrific things I'd witnessed along the way, I had never been more terrified in my entire life than at this very moment.

"It's okay little Vanir. I haven't killed him yet."

"H- -How d- -did you- -?" I spluttered nervously.

"I know who you are Tyra Elizabeth Stark. You have such...knowledge. I could use that right now." Thanos murmurs softly.

"N- -no. Don't- -"

"Hush now. It's alright. I won't hurt you, little one. I've lost more today than you could ever know." Thanos assures me.

"No." I whimper.

No.

FLASH!

"No!" I cried. "Please don't...don't..."

I sit up in my bed, shaking like a leaf and immediately reach under my pillow for the burner cell phone that I purchased yesterday. My thumb hovers over my father's personal phone number that I've had memorized for a while. For minute, I sit there and feel nothing but anxiety before finally deciding to press the call button on impulse. It's enough to hear my father's voice when his voice mail sounds off in my ears, and it's so reassuring to hear him talk after so long of not being near him. As I hear that long beep, I hesitate to speak and I look down at the timer on the phone call and watch the seconds pass before my eyes. Finally, I swallow another sob that's forming in my throat and talk to try and distract myself.

"Hi, dad. I know it's been a while...and I'm sorry." My voice is hoarse. "Things spiraled out of my control after Zemo...and well...yeah. I don't think I need to mention how sorry I am that I let Zemo get to me. Hopefully you got the letter I sent you."

Then, flashes of Thanos come to the forefront of my mind and I shiver in fear.

"Let's not talk about Zemo right now, fuck that guy. I just...I wanted to hear your voice, because it always relaxed me more than you'll ever know." I let out a breathy chuckle.

I take a deep breath and try to quell the anxiety within me. I still can't stop shaking and quivering in absolute fear.

"I- -I...I had some disturbing visions...regarding you. And it has me so fucking scared, a- -and I want to come see you and hug you more than anything in the world right now." I stuttered.

I pause and take a deep breath as my hands grip my bed sheets tightly.

"Sorry...I'm just...a little shaken up right now. Anyway...I heard you and Pepper just got engaged. It was the first thing I saw online when I managed to buy a laptop. I want you to know how happy I am, and to congratulate you. God, I miss Pepper so much." I breathe into the phone. "Tell her I said hi..."

I glance over at the clock over on my nightstand.

"I should...I should probably go. I seriously hope I'll get to see you sooner rather than later under better circumstances. Don't bother trying to trace this call, I already have a fake GPS installed into my phone that changes location every three minutes."

I can hear shuffling in the hallway and grow even more anxious.

"I just wanted to hear your voice, even if it was a voicemail message. When I call again, hopefully you'll answer. I...I'm sorry I can't tell you where I am yet. I- -I love you. Give my love to Pepper alright? Bye." I spoke in a hushed tone.

I hang up the phone and hide my face in my arms as I lay back down to try and sleep again. My eyes widen in alarm when I notice the large handprint like bruises along my arms.

Thanos.

Immediately, I get out of bed and struggle to remain calm as I rush to the nearest bathroom down the hallway and turn on the light to examine the bruises further. I look at the mirror and fail to hold back a loud gasp as I look at my beaten appearance. I looked broken, damaged beyond repair, and it terrified me to actually encounter a being like Thanos in just a mere vision. I hear a soft knock on the door and jump while trying to hold my breath in.

"Tyra? Are you alright?" Stephen asks tiredly.

I hear Stephen attempting to hold back a yawn from the other side of the door as he waits for an answer, and I panic at my appearance.

Oh god...how the hell do I hide this?

"I- -I'm okay, Stephen. Just go back to bed." My voice shook.

"Tyra." He speaks up. "I could hear you crying. You're clearly not okay. Open the door."

"Just go back to bed." I whimper.

I see a portal open up behind me and let out a fearful scream before realizing it's Stephen. I crumble to the floor and hide my face behind my hair as I bring my knees up to my chest. I hear Stephen walk over and crouch down next to me.

"Jesus Christ...your...your arms." Stephen's voice falters.

"I know." I barely utter.

"Tyra. Talk to me. What did you see?"

"I can't. I can't fucking- -...I- -I can't say it without shaking uncontrollably. Please j- -just leave me alone. It'll fade away." I stammer.

Stephen doesn't say anything in return and goes uncharacteristically silent for a minute or so to ponder what he'll even do or say next. I yelp when I feel something touch me and see the Cloak of Levitation falling around my shoulders like a blanket of comfort. Immediately I feel warm and stop shivering. I find it adorably sweet when the collar wipes away tears as they stroll down my cheeks.

"It likes you." Stephen smiles.

I let out a tearful laugh and gently pet the fabric.

"I thought it hated me after I made that Aladdin magic carpet joke." My voice cracked.

Stephen maneuvers his arms underneath me and picks me up bridal style despite my protests before he carries me out of the bathroom.

Stephen hands me a warm cup of coffee that he brewed before taking a seat next to me in the kitchen. I barely got a wink of sleep, and it was so weird...that Stephen remained at my side despite our argument earlier. I finally stopped crying by four in the morning, and Stephen just holds me in his arms in a comforting manner. Despite his hands shaking, his hold on me was firm.

"The bruises seem to be fading finally. How are you feeling?" Stephen asked.

"I'm fine. Much better now." I mumble softly.

"Good." He nods. "So...what did you see? Was it Odin? Or...or Loki?"

"N...no. It was much worse though. I thought I saw myself die and I thought I saw my father die...it was so scary." I barely uttered.

"Die? From what?" His eyes widen slightly.

"Not from what...but from who." I said.

"Tell me. Now." He grows serious.

"No. I can't...I can't say his name. I...I can't." I shake my head frantically. "Let's just focus on Odin, huh? You were all pissy over him being here."

"Don't do this." Stephen sighs. "Don't shut me out. I know we've had our differences, but you can come to me about anything. You're my...you're my friend, Tyra."

I look at Stephen with surprise and give him a small smile while wiping at my eyes.

"Thank you."

"So you'll tell me now."

"No. Not until I get out the nerves. I'm still shaken from last night." I told him.

Stephen sighs, but gives me a nod of understanding.

"You'll tell me though. That isn't a request. I'm concerned about you. You only get those bruises when something in your premonitions harms you."

I nod in agreement and sip my coffee before it gets cold.

"Yeah. I'll tell you. Just not now."

After several hours of getting myself together, I feel ready to interact with Stephen and train for the day. I was actually looking forward to training to take my mind off of last night, but Stephen has other plans. I resist the urge to roll my eyes and reluctantly agree to meditate with him, although I know I'm not quite adapted to it yet.

"Tyra, I need you to focus on your breathing when you meditate. Also...stop fidgeting. It's annoying me." Strange spoke up.

I open my eyes and give Strange a heated glare before I get back to the lotus position.

"Sorry, your highness." I taunted him.

"Again with the attitude." Stephen rolls his eyes.

"What? You're Sorcerer Supreme right? Shouldn't I address you in such a manner?" I smirked.

"And now you're being a smart ass." Stephen chuckled. "Come on. Get up."

I raised an eyebrow in questioning as I eyed Stephen suspiciously.

"For what?" I asked skeptically.

"You need to stop asking so many questions." Stephen hummed lightly.

I sigh in annoyance but does as he says while I get on my feet.

"Now what?" I shrug.

"Now?...Now I do this."

I manage to dodge the attack Stephen throws at me and look at him in surprise when I see the mandalas of light along his hands.

"What the hell? A little warning would be nice." I said.

"Well unfortunately your enemies out there aren't that courteous to give you a warning." He gave me a knowing look.

"Yeah yeah." I grumble.

I trip and fall as I'm momentarily distracted, and realize that Stephen swept his feet at my legs. I groan as I pick myself up, giving him a glare before I crack my neck loudly.

"That's not healthy, you know." Strange smirks.

"Shut up and fight. You brought this on yourself." I growl lowly.

Strange begins attacking an illusion of myself as I run around him, holding my breath briefly like Natasha taught me to remain unnoticed. In seconds, my illusion fades and I kick Stephen in the ass quite literally, making him stumble forward and fall on his front. He gets back up and looks almost impressed as he folds his arms.

"You're pretty good with illusions, Stark. Nice work." Stephen compliments.

I try to fight back a blush, but fail to do so.

"Yeah well...I'd been around Loki long enough to get an idea of those things. Plus his mother was amazing."

"His mother?" Stephen raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah. The queen of Asgard. Frigga was very talented. Pretty much taught Loki everything she knew." I replied. "Before she died...she offered me a place in her home and said she'd like to teach me."

I pull out my hair tie, letting my hair cascade down past my shoulders and take off my sweatshirt and tying it around my waist to reveal my tank-top underneath.

"Oh. You think getting all sappy on me will get you out of sparring?" Stephen teased playfully.

I can't help but chuckle at Stephen's statement as I fold my arms. When I see Stephen nod, I then realize he isn't nodding at me. I find myself too late in moving away when I see the Cloak of Levitation flying around me, and before I realize what's happening, I'm wrapped from head to toe like a mummy.

And also with Stephen tied to me.

"Not me, you idiot!" Stephen objects.

"Dumb-ass." I snorted.

"Oh shut up. We're still working on it." Stephen chuckled.

I look up and feel my face heat up when I notice how close in proximity Stephen and I truly are. Our chests are pressed together, and I can see his piercing blue eyes up close and personal like never before. The smell of his cologne lingers in the air, and I find myself liking the scent as I inhale it with every breath I take. I see that Stephen is also staring at me with a really intense stare, and I couldn't deny the feeling that had started to bubble in my lower belly. When I let out a shaky breath I didn't know I'd been holding in, the two of us focus enough to realize that the Cloak of Levitation unraveled around us and flew out of the room. The two of us still stand chest to chest, almost afraid to move as we continue to hold each other's gaze. I nearly jump when I feel Stephen's hands gliding up my arms, reaching to cup my face in his hands.

"S...Stephen?" I pant softly.

Stephen doesn't say anything and I can feel his breath fan my face gently as his face lowers down within an inch of mine. The feeling of lust is almost unbearable at this point, and I can't help but find myself wanting to indulge when his lips gently graze mine. That's when I feel that emotional dam break and flood open, I snap out control and push my lips firmly on his while I let out a small moan.

This seems to be enough for Stephen, who opens his mouth willingly as my tongue weasels its way inside and glides along his. I can feel his hands shake again, but not from his condition, I think rather in what seems to be excitement and anticipation. I find myself being moved backwards, our lips never once detaching as my back hits the door gently. Strange presses his body to mine eagerly before he removes his lips from mine and plants open mouthed kisses along my neck before sliding his knee between my thighs and against my core.

I feel my entire body burning with pure desire and instinctively move my hips along his thigh. He moans against my neck softly before he grabs one of my legs and maneuvers it around his waist. I gladly return the favor and pull at his hair to bring our mouths together again, finding myself trembling when he growls against my lips. I throw my arms around his neck after that, playing with his hair as I thread my fingers through it.

"S...Stark. Hold...on..mmmpphh." Stephen groans into my mouth.

I ignore him, wanting this blissful feeling to never end and flip us over until he's the one against the door. He catches me as I jump and wrap both of my legs around his waist, pressing our pelvises together and grinding against him slowly. His head throws back against the door with a soft thud as he lets out another moan.

"Stark. Wait." He pants.

"No...no I can't." I whine.

"What- -"

"Stephen. I need this. Please." I breathe out.

Stephen looks almost conflicted as I say this, before practically throwing caution to the wind when he mutters, "Fuck it."

I bounce as Strange drops me on a mattress, and then I realize that I'm on his bed. When I glance behind him, I see a portal closing and realize that he used his sling ring.

"That's really handy at times." I smiled.

"You have no idea." Stephen smirked.

Stephen pauses when his hands fiddle with his belts and he glances up at me.

"Now...before we get any further here...you're sure you want this? With me?"

I sit up on his bed and grab him by one of his belts to pull him closer.

"Stephen, I'm horny as all hell right now, and I refuse to die a virgin."

"So this is about that vision you saw?" He raised an eyebrow.

I sigh in annoyance and frustration and let go before standing up to make my way to the door.

"If you don't want to do this, just say so. Don't go kissing me like that if you have no intention on finishing what you started." I grumbled.

"Hold on a minute!"

Stephen grabs my hand and pulls me flush against him again.

"You know damn well that I can pleasure a woman." He voices huskily. "But I want your verbal consent if you don't mind."

"Didn't take you for one of those guys, Strange." I wrap my arms around his shoulders putting my lips to his ear. "I want you to fuck me on that bed right now. And if you don't do it, I'll just take care of the problem myself."

I can feel him shudder as I say this, and nibble on his ear in hopes of seducing him. Stephen's hands grab at my ass and squeeze, causing me to gasp.

"Listen. I don't want you to feel like you're pressured into doing this. If at any time you want me to stop, tell me." Strange murmurs.

"Yeah...I can do that. Just...walk me through it...please." I mumbled softly as I feel a blush glaze my cheeks.

Stephen gives me a sincere smile and guides me to his bed.

"Now I know you don't like orders, Stark...but start undressing."

I can't help but notice his playful tone, and it sets me at ease as I comply. I try to act confident and undress slowly, keeping eye contact with him the entire time as I first slip out of a tunic shirt I was given from Wong. I find myself blushing deeply when I feel Stephen's stare on me, and proceed to unhook my bra expertly.

I let my bra hang from the straps on my shoulders for a brief moment before finally gaining the confidence to let it slip off my chest. I discard it to the side before standing up and turning around to take off my yoga pants, being sure to give Stephen a show as I wiggle my ass playfully when I bend over to slide the article off.

"Jesus Christ." Stephen gasps.

I turn around slowly, and the only thing I'm currently wearing is my underwear. They were just simple booty shorts, nothing too flashy, and were a burgundy color. I fold my arms over my breasts in an attempt at having some sort of modesty as I feel a tinge of anxiety.

Stephen looks at me like I'm some goddess that was meant to be worshiped, and I can't help but avert my gaze as my face burns. Stephen comes over, and gently grabs my arms to lower them. When I gasp from his touch, I look up to see him smiling warmly at me.

"You're beautiful. There's no need to hide yourself from me." Stephen says.

When I notice that his statement is genuine, it practically makes my heart melt, and I can't help but feel reassured that this was a man that I could trust wholeheartedly.

I can't believe this is actually happening.

I shiver when his hands gently knead at my breasts, my eyes fluttering shut, when one of his thumbs flicks over my nipple. I can't help but moan at how pleasant it feels and push myself closer to him and those talented hands.

"You know...you're still wearing far too many clothes, Stephen." I whisper.

"Let me remedy that." Stephen winks at me.

In the blink of an eye, his clothes disappear when he mutters a few words that I didn't catch.

"Why the fuck did I just give you a show, when you could have done that to me?" I laughed.

"Oh you know...strictly for my enjoyment." Stephen smirked.

"You ass." I grinned.

"You love it." He quips back.

He doesn't take off his underwear yet, although it's not difficult to see that telltale bulge that looks slightly bigger than average. Stephen distracts me again with another kiss, gently easing me down onto the bed and laying over top of me. I try to relax my body as he begins to plant kisses along my neck again, before he moves lower and gently bites and lavishes my breasts one at a time. I throw my head back and bite my bottom lip to stifle the moans that threaten to pour out, never once imagining that my body could be so sensitive to another's touch.

"S...Stephen." I pant.

He ignores me and continues to move further down along my body, his beard lightly grazing my skin in a pleasant way.

Oh my God...he's not gonna go down...there, is he? Holy shit.

I tense as I feel a finger lightly graze the top of my underwear, and lying beneath, my intimate parts. I shudder and grab the bed sheets tightly before I close my eyes in anticipation.

"Tyra. Look at me."

I open my eyes and look down at Stephen's burning stare.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks.

"N- -no. Please...keep going." I stuttered.

Once again, he continues with what he was doing like a man on a mission, and finally, peels away the last article of clothing on my person. Not once in my life did I ever think I'd be so intimate with another person in this way. Over ten years ago, I was that shy naive teen that was practically antisocial and loved Pirates of the Caribbean and obsessed over Johnny Depp. Now here I was, finding out about my lineage, defeating countless enemies that threatened the world and people I cared about, becoming a mutant, falling in love, making lifelong friends, and now...

Having intercourse for the first time...it's so strange...

I let out a gasp as I felt Strange plant kisses around my pelvis, before he gently grabs my thighs and urges them to spread wide. My first instinct is to close my legs and hide, but then he moves his face down, his tongue prodding my vaginal lips and finding my clitoris after searching briefly. My eyes flew open and for a brief moment, I see stars dancing along my vision. I can feel him smirk against me as he continues, and I immediately thread my fingers through his hair as I try not to thrust my hips against his face.

I'm letting out curses and utterances that I almost don't even understand myself. Then, Stephen starts flicking his tongue against my clit before he slides a digit into me, and I nearly lose all train of thought when I shout his name. The feeling of something inside of me is almost too intense to bear, but I love it and find myself clenching down on his finger. Before too long, he's managed to work four fingers in my vaginal walls, and curls them as he gently thrusts them in and out of me.

"HO- -ly, Oh God!" I scream.

"Not quite." I can imagine him smirking. "Now...let go for me, would you?"

I lose all self-control, gripping his hair tightly as I thrust my hips against his mouth, and after hearing him groan, the vibrations send me over the edge along with his fingers pumping in and out of me. I climax hard enough that my vision starts to black out, and I'm brought back to the present when I hear Stephen panting over my pelvis. I keen from the sensations he's given me and gently pull his hair, watching as he crawls back up until his mouth is planted against mine. It was weird tasting my own juices, but I find myself not caring when I feel Stephen grind against my core.

"Jesus Christ. Well now I know a way to shut you up, huh?" I joke.

Stephen lets out a laugh, before it melts away into a moan when I reach down and palm him through his underwear. Using telekinesis that I'd learned from Stephen, I flip us over so that I'm lying on top of Stephen, who looks at me in surprise and arousal. I find myself growing confident when I pull down his boxers, revealing his easily nine inch long erection.

"Tyra. You...you don't have to." Strange gulps.

I merely wink at him before gently grabbing his velvety smooth skin, going almost painstakingly slow when I pump his erection and timidly place my mouth on the tip. It was now his turn to unravel before my touch, and I found myself relishing in the power I now held over Dr. Stephen Strange.

"Fuucking...shit." He groaned.

I continue to take more of him into my mouth, and place my hands on his hips to pin him down with my inhuman strength. I feel encouraged enough to go down all the way to the hilt, attempting to relax my throat around him as tears spring into the corner of my eyes. I breathe through my nose just barely, inhaling his musky scent that I was finding myself addicted to. He lets out a loud cry when I move one of my hands to his testicles and lightly rub them with a feather like touch. I can see a light red glow from the corners of my eyes, coming from down below.

Holy shit, is Extremis healing my throat?

I find myself no longer in pain, and start pumping his length into my mouth while slowly enjoying the tingling sensation of my throat from my healing factor. After five minutes of hearing Stephen's pleasured moans, I feel him tugging on my hair gently as a gesture to get up, and release him with a pop. Stephen's looking at me in surprise and lust at the same time, before he tugs on my wrist and pulls me on top of him to reconnect our lips. I moan against his lips when I feel his fingers sliding along my sex and quickly sit up on top of him.

"You sure you're a virgin?" Stephen asks in a hoarse tone.

I find myself able to speak after my throat heals, and I grab his cock gently and pump it a few more times.

"I've...done some reading..." I blushed a deep shade of red.

Stephen's lips quirk up, and almost appears amused with my answer.

"Don't go too easy on me, Strange." I teased lightly.

Stephen's breath hitches once again when I lift my hips and start to slide down on his cock. I gasp from the pain, but feel Extremis' effects starting to kick in. I sit on top of him and try to even my breathing while getting used to the feeling of something so thick and long filling my vagina.

"You alright?" Stephen gives me a look of concern.

I open my eyes and glance down at him, giving him a small smile before squeezing around him in a way that leaves him gasping.

"Sorry. I'm just trying to get used to the feeling." I mumble.

"It's okay." He chokes out.

I raise my hips before slamming back down, throwing my head back and nearly shouting at the wonderful sensation.

"Holy shit." I cry out. "S- -Stephen."

Stephen helps move things along and thrusts back up into me at a steady pace. For the next several minutes, I feel like a bitch in heat, eager to please the man below me, and also chasing after my own pleasure. I whine as Stephen flips us over, driving his hips into me repeatedly and plants his mouth to my neck to suck and bite at my skin. I tangle my hands in his hair once again, and grip tightly while moaning into his ear to encourage him to go even faster as I pull him closer with my legs around his waist.

"Shit! Faster! Ple...please!" I shout desperately.

Stephen pants on my neck, but complies with my request, and starts plowing into me at just the right angle, leaving me breathless and craving more. It's as if my prayers are answered when his hand slips down between, and he finds my clit easily. He rubs circles with his thumb, occasionally flicking his forefinger against it as well.

"STEPHEN! FUCK!" I groan loudly.

"That's the idea, Tyra." He grunts in my ear.

My eyes nearly roll back as he hits a spot deep within my vaginal walls that has me begging for more. I'm whining helplessly as he flips my body over on all fours and feel him shifting on his knees before he's guiding himself back into me. Stephen reaches back over and gently squeezes my clit with his thumb and forefinger before going back to rubbing it at a fast pace. The combination of his thrusts and his attention to my clit finally send me over the edge, and I orgasm a second time while nearly drooling on the sheets from the sheer ecstasy. After several more powerful thrusts, his hips falter in their movement, and I can feel his release spreading inside me. I space out and realize that Stephen is laying next to me on the bed, before he pulls me in, and I lay against his chest.

"Good work, team." I mumble exhaustively.

Stephen lets out a breathless chuckle and plants a kiss to my forehead.

"Hey Stephen?" I look up at him tiredly.

"Yeah?"

I reach up and give him a passionate kiss which he returns happily.

"Thank you..."

Stephen gives me a warm smile and reaches down to pull up the covers on top of us. I notice that somehow the sheets are completely clean which leaves me confused.

"How the hell- -?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I changed them while you were spacing out. I guess I've still got it." Stephen jokes.

"Shut it, Strange." I smirked.

"As I recall, you mentioned you had a way of shutting me up, but I don't think you're quite ready for round two." He teased.

I smack his chest lightly, hearing him chuckle again, before I snuggle up to him again and close my eyes.

"Maybe in a little bit." I reply. "You kinda fucked my brains out."

"Well that's a first."

Hey guys! I worked so hard on this. Please don't hate me! Just, I thought it was about time I worked on smut, this was my first real attempt at writing a sex scene. Like seriously, I'm open to constructive criticism, so please feel free to give me a suggestion and I'll go back and edit this chapter. I'm gonna try to move on to the Infinity War movie for the next chapter which I'll hopefully get done within the next week or so. So until then...