Bloodline

Chapter 4: Stamina

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"Once?" The director asked him, his voice dripping with mock. "The Winter Soldier only able to satisfy his needs once? I thought there was more in your icicle than that." He laughed.

"The team would have noticed if I kept her in my possession longer and I remember your orders were to -"

"We ordered you to fuck her at any possibility." The man snarled. "You will be given something to ensure more… virility."

"I think I am very well able to -"

"Silence. You are not here to think." Only to fight and fuck, the director added. "Report to the medical center. They will aid you in this… matter."

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His body was burning hot, his loins hurt with need, as he watched the Black Widow snapping the neck of one of her enemies. His pants were getting tighter at every move of hers, so he decided to quickly finish the unwanted people off with his gun.

The Black Widow froze when she heard the shots before her enemies fell to the floor around her. Quickly she spotted him, as he jumped off the wall and practically attacked her with his body, pushing her flush against him so he could rub his erection against her belly. "I need you, now."

"It's really not the time to -" She was silenced with a brutal kiss before she heard her jumpsuit being torn to pieces. This was different from the first times. He seemed… desperate. A thought appeared in her mind, maybe she actually had caught him in her web. So she played along, fighting half-heartedly to turn him on even more. Natasha caught a glimpse of his needy eyes before he buried his face in her neck, deeply breathing in her scent.

"I need to be inside you," he rasped before opening his pants with shaking hands, barely able to hold on to his control.

"Then take me," she whispered against his ear. Natasha hooked one leg around his waist, giving him the access he wanted. He grabbed her hips and lifted her up, only to plunge into her with one quick thrust. Both of them groaned loudly at the feeling.

His moves were quick and effective and he took her there right on the spot. Lifting her up with his metal arm, before letting her fall back onto his hips, driving into her as deeply as he could, while his second hand started to caress her clit, rubbing her slowly and with pressure first and then changing to frantically movements to which she responded by moaning his name out loud.

The Black Widow gave him what he wanted, clawing into his shoulders while she tried to keep herself steady at his quick pace. It took them mere minutes to reach their pinnacle, both of them shouting the other's name while he emptied himself inside of for almost as long as she climaxed herself. The feeling of him twitching inside of her heightened of own pleasure until she sank against him, entirely spent.

"You think I am done with you?" Barnes asked her before lifting her up once more and thrusting inside of her to show that he was far from done, his member still hard.

Natasha blinked once, twice, before her mind started working again. How could he still not be sated? She didn't even have the chance to stop her downward fall as he dropped her to the floor, pushing her legs apart with his knees before he impaled her with his cock once more.

It did not matter to him if she would find pleasure in this again as long as he got what he needed. So he grabbed her wrists as she tried to push him off and held them above her hand as he fucked her hard, gaining hoarse cries from her.

What the hell was wrong with him? She tried to lift her knees to push him away, but his thrust were strong enough to almost crack her pelvic bone while he took what he needed.

"Stop fighting, or this will get worse," he grimly told her before burying his face in the valley between her breasts, licking every part of her skin, taking the tips between his teeth and bruising her nipples.

Natasha didn't know why, but his assault turned her on. She had always been one for the bad guys boys, but this was truly an embodiment of her darkest desires. Vanilla sex was something for Steve, or even Clint, but this… was pure passion in its basest form.

The Winter Soldier could not hold himself back anymore as she started to tighten around him to get more friction. Oh, she was so perfect, so responsive. Before he even knew it, his body spasmed again, filling her up as much as he could.

Natasha was almost a little annoyed by him finishing off before her, yet she let it happen and waited for him to stop his attack, but his hips continued to thrust into her, giving her what she wanted in contrary to what a normal human would be able to do. Even if he held himself back the first time to still be hard enough for another round, this was an inhuman endurance. Something was wrong, oh so wrong while it felt so terribly good.

The Winter Soldier had expected his need to decrease with every time he spent himself, yet quite the opposite happened. An angry groan escaped his throat before he grabbed one of her legs, pressing it against her torso to dive deeper into her. He lost all finesse as he fulfilled his carnal need to have her again and again. "Why are you doing this to me?" He asked, and even for his foggy mind this sounded weird. "Why can't I just…" He couldn't even finish as he felt her tightening around him again. He hadn't even noticed her impending peak. An angry cry was heard from him as he came inside of her once more, breathing heavily as he collapsed on top of her.

Natasha already knew she would be sore tomorrow and have bruises all over her hips and cleavage. Her breathing was just as fast as his as she tried to speak. "James, please, give me a break." She laughed at her own words before she knew something was odd. He was still…

"More," James growled before he grabbed her and set her on her hands and knees, entering her from behind while his metal fingers searched for her clit. Maybe he could turn her on once again. It felt so good when she came around him that he couldn't get enough of it. But her body shied away from him which made him even angrier. "More!" He demanded before slapping her ass as hard as he could. The sound vibrating through his body.

Natasha tried to merely stand her ground as he had her again, her eyes filled with tears while she tried to make her body respond. The serum gave her endurance in every aspect but this was impossible. She cried as he climaxed once more, thrusting into her once, twice, before he held himself there, shivering. His cum was already dripping from her body and onto the floor, while his member was still hard and thick.

"I'm sorry," he said as his mind kicked back in. He looked at his work in disbelieve before pulling out. Finally the edge of his need had worn off, but at a price. She was bruised everywhere and her womanhood was reddened and even injured, some drops of bloods mingling with the seed that was dripping out of her.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Natasha asked angrily as her breathing had normalized. She lifted herself up to slap him but stopped in her tracks when she saw his expression. There was clarity in it, and grief. But it was gone so quickly she thought she had imagined it. Back was the need but he tried to swallow it down to think clearly but his mind was already slipping again. "Oh no. Wait, James, please."

He blinked and then focused on her before releasing a shallow breath. "Natalia?" He sounded so innocent. Then the Winter Soldier grimaced as if his head was hurting, falling backwards. Before his inner eye pictures flashed of Natasha on the sheets with a content smile while she pulled him down upon her. Memories that were not from recent encounters. What was this? "You shouldn't be here. They'll kill you if they find out." - "I don't care."

"James, are you okay?" she questioned and carefully touched his face.

His eyes shot back to hers and the coldness returned. "I don't want to see you hurt," he said through gritted teeth. "I don't want to be the one hurting you." His shaking hands stroked over the bruises along her cleavage.

"It's not so bad," she whispered gently and leaned in closer to him.

He could smell her now, everything she could give him. It made him burn with need again. "NO!" he screamed out loud, as if in pain. His hands wandered down to his manhood, closing around the base, trying to give him enough friction to extinguish this desire.

She looked at him in shock. Something was very wrong here and she needed to find a way to help him. Was this Hydra's doing? But why? This sounded like a too twisted way to submit an enemy agent. Whatever it was, she knew there weren't many options to help him. "Stay calm, James. I'm gonna help you."

He looked at her, his whole body shivering now. "How?"

She merely smiled as she pushed him down until he lay on his back, completely vulnerable, for her. "I'll think of something." Natasha said before taking a firm hold of him and lowering her head.

"Na-ah-talia." He moaned, writhing beneath her as he closed his eyes, trying to hold onto sanity. His hips bucked into her as she worked her greatest magic. He felt himself getting closer and closer to his release and remembered his orders. "Please, let me…" He tried to get a hold of her shoulder.

Her smile was kind and lustful as she laid back, exposing herself for him, her legs opened wide. "I'll be there for you." Even if it was in a twisted way like this. The Black Widow knew she was getting to him, helping him regaining some past memories and, hopefully, turned him away from Hydra. If this was their plan, to turn her around with seduction, she would use this plan against them, winning him back.

She didn't remember how often they came apart, but in the end his lust was satisfied as he collapsed beside her. He had been much gentler these times and she enjoyed holding him in her arms now. It felt so right, so… The thought hit her hard. She was compromised.

Barnes sighed and lifted himself up. "Do you need any help with your mission?" He smiled at her, it was sincere, and it almost broke her heart. "I think I was stalling you long enough."

It felt cold without him next to her. "No," she managed to say, "I'm fine." Her body was aching in all the good and bad ways. Before she was able to collect herself, she felt his hands cupping her face gently and kissing her so softly, she might have passed out.

"'Till the next time, Natalia."

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"Answer truthfully," he demanded.

"I took her four times before I finally had the mind to even think about her needs. And several times after that I still couldn't get him into my pants." He admitted, almost ashamed.

"Then it has worked perfectly. Don't worry. The next days it wears off a little and you might need longer but the quantity should stabilize at that point."

The Winter Soldier tried not to look shocked as he heard these words.