Chapter 29: Breaking his chains

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I have a new beta reader who found mistakes I would have never seen in a thousand years XD Thank you very much, dciphoenix ^^ She commented on my Hela tutorial video and we came in contact. Maybe we'll write a Thor Ragnarok story about Hela, Loki and Dr. Strange together some time in the future ^^

Another chapter of smut ahead, and maybe one more for the morning after with a lot of terrible jokes that'll make James blush.

Okay, now let's have them make more babies XD

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Natasha let her hands roam over his muscular body while she pressed her hips against him, sliding along his length. She was aware of every twitch of him, marvelling at how much control he had over himself, over the beast underneath waiting to pounce once she allowed him to. It was intoxicating. She could still taste him on her lips, his scent filling her nose. She wanted to bathe in his dark musk. The moment his member touched her entrance he became aware again of their situation. It was the first time they'd be having sex since she'd born their child. Her body healed swiftly but that also meant she was unprepared for him. He had heard that it could feel like losing the virginity once again.

"Hey," Natasha whispered gently as she took his face in her hands, "what's wrong?"

He gulped. "I don't want to hurt you when I..."

"Why would you?" She asked with a smile, not understanding.

The verbal answer would be too awkward so he chose to merely motion with his eyes at the faded lines on her lower belly that indicated the pregnancy she had been through.

Natasha looked puzzled for a moment before she caught on. "Oh, I think I can handle that. It's more painful not feel you inside of me."

He stared at her with an expression mirroring her need for him.

The Black Widow sat up and flexed her back to show off herself in the best angle that would bring a normal man to drool in lust. "How do you want to do it?" She asked with a grin.

He looked at her in confusion.

"This will be our first time together, without a danger looming over us, without orders. Just us." She rubbed against him. "Missionary? Shall I ride you?" She lifted herself and he was so close. Natasha could feel him pulsing. "Or should I indulge in the thrill of the danger, let me uncuff you so you can take me like a beast from behind?"

He groaned again. "You tease. No, I want to see your eyes. I want to watch you while you fuck me."

Now was her turn to drool at his words. She swirled her hips, almost letting him slide in, but not yet. It was torture to draw this moment out, but as soon as she allowed them to unite she would lose her rational mind and could no longer revel in every detail of his reactions when everything was shrouded in a red mist of lust and desire.

"Please, doll, stop torturing me…" James murmured as his hips bucked upward, the head of his sliding in. Good lord, her slick heat felt like heaven. Once he sheathed himself completely he would never be able to find pleasure in another woman. Not that he wanted to. The thought made him grin and he had to take her in again, enjoy this beautiful sight above him. Mine… The low growl escaping his throat was more wild animal than human. Natasha's eyes connected with his, drowning in that icy storm. Her Soldier. She wanted to tell him how much he meant to her, how much she loved him, but actions spoke more than words. Leaning down she pressed her lips against his one last time before finally lowering her hips, sinking further along his shaft. The world ceased to exist as she took him in inch by inch. Her nails dug into his torso as she swallowed his moans. This was glorious, nothing could ever feel better than being spread apart by him. He was like silk over hard metal, this combination of hard and soft. Just like him.

James felt her opening for him like a flower, each petal like a divine caress. He eagerly returned the kiss, wishing his hands were free to weave them into her red hair - or let them run down her back in a bloody trail… He broke away, couldn't stand the temptation anymore. And Natasha understood - and made it even worse. For the last inches, she lifted herself into a sitting position, exposing her assets, arching her back with a lascivious moan while she gently squeezed her breasts. She was just perfect. Those lips, plump and swollen from kissing, her neck so bare and vulnerable to his teeth, her nipples hard and her curves a vision of womanly proportions. And finally… the point where he disappeared inside of her completely. She felt so wet and hot around him that he couldn't help but thrust upward.

Natasha groaned at that, leaning even further back and humming his name. She tightened around him, something he remembered she liked to do to drive her lovers mad. "Move, goddamn it!" At that she looked down at him, her eyes so dark and dangerous. Her lips, that smile, lazy and devious.

"Let me savour my prey." The Black Widow chided him as she started her first, sensuous move over his hips.

James had grit his teeth to not come then and there. His fists balled and the chains that held him groaned angrily. Memories flooded back to him, of how she had him in this position. And the Black Widow certainly hadn't lost her touch. She never wanted to leave her web that entrapped him so perfectly. Gradually Natasha increased her speed, her hands snaking all over his body, tracing those muscles so taut and powerful. It was a feast she wanted to last for ages. Yet this game couldn't continue forever, she herself was way too close for that. So she changed the tempo, her hips thrusting against him. He couldn't decide what he enjoyed more. The way her breasts moved when she lifted herself up higher, exposing to his eyes how deep he could penetrate her, or those mad little eights she was drawing while making such delicious sounds of lust. "I could die right now as a happy man."

"Oh, Soldier, don't leave me too soon. I have way more to show you." The promises in those words…

He bucked upward at that. They had been in sync until now but things got more and more hazy. This appeared more like a challenge of who would come first, and he was determined to make it last, but… God, that clenching. He was sure his spider was doing it on purpose. It became harder to concentrate on responding without primal impulse. She could see him fighting against his instincts, his desires. How much effort it took him to restrain himself from claiming her with everything his body was capable of. James watched how this gorgeous piece of art moved above him, every thrust of her hips to precise, so perfectly executed that it left him gasping. She knew he wouldn't be able to keep himself under control for much longer. Her hand snaked over the sheets, reaching for the keys on the nightstand.

The moment James realized her intention he gasped in denial. "No, I won't be able to hold myself back."

Natasha, key between her fingers, leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over his cheek. "I don't want you to. No tender play, no regret. Just… fuck me."

The chains protested as he tried to move away from the key ready to let him free. "Talia, please, think. I could hurt you!" He started to fight her but the helpless struggles only rubbed him against her harder, driving tears into his eyes in anger of how good it felt, how much he wanted to fuck her raw.

"I don't mind a little pain. This is us. How we truly are. How we've always been." She used his movements to heighten their pleasure by thrusting against him, a low moan leaving her lips as he hit the end of her. In pure instinct she rocked against him again and again, her eyes hooded with pupils blown wide. Yes, more… "Harder," she groaned.

"Natalia…" he gasped as his control started slip. He had to be careful or else…

"Damn it, Barnes, just do it! How else should I phrase it for you to believe me? Use the phrase: 'Would you kindly.'?" The modern video game reference was lost on him, of course. In frustration she reached for his hair, pulling until he howled in pain. "I can take it. I want you to, I'm begging you. Fuck me like you did in Saratov."

The memory came crashing down on him the moment she had spoken.

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He struck her hard enough that she flew against the near wall, collapsing with a pained groan.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"You disobeyed my direct orders. That is unacceptable!" She had flirted with the target first instead of going for the kill straight away, much to his dismay. Yes, the mission had been a success in the end, yet... Her intention had been to make the Soldier jealous. And it had worked.

"Are you going to punish me now?" She challenged him.

God, he had to claim her.

"I will fuck you raw. On your hands and knees." Before she could even react he had already kicked her down, positioning her in front of him. "And… I want you to be vocal." He tore down his trousers before sliding up her dress. Seeing she wore nothing beneath he chuckled darkly. "Oh, you naughty girl."

He took her that night until they were both bruised. Tearing her apart with his thrusts and loving the smell of her blood on his skin.

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His body tensed as he took a deep breath. "I violated you."

"You should have seen my claw marks on your back, your lips broken by my teeth. We were both angry that day. You just had remembered me a few hours before. Hating our handlers for the wiping, for taking me away from you. I was furious, too. And we gave each other what we needed," she murmured against his neck. Her words had shaken them both enough to still their movements. Now she sat up again, searching for his eyes to show him that this was no lie of the Black Widow. " I loved you for it."

His stormy eyes were opened wide, taking her in, analysing her like a target he had to subdue. And oh he would. The last sliver of control broke and the sound of shirking metal lasted for less than a second before Natasha felt his vice like grip on her hips, turning them around before he slammed back into her. She groaned as he hit the end of her, the size of him almost too much.

He grabbed one of her legs, bending it backwards until she was sure she'd have a pulled muscle tomorrow. Then he lowered himself onto her with his full weight, pressing the air out of her lungs in a groan of half bliss, half pain as he swelled even more inside of her, his member pulsing, making her clench around him instinctively. The tip of his was resting in her womb, ready to fill her up.

James chuckled darkly as he heard her mewl. "You like this?"

Natasha couldn't answer, having lost her words as he started his forceful pounding once again. She had to grip the metal headboard as to not be shoved against it. It became difficult to breathe, every thrust making her groan while the feeling of him inside her became the only reason to live.

"I asked you a question." He used his commanding tone, making her shiver and her skin prickle in excitement. "Do. You. Like. This?" He punctuated the words with his thrusts.

"James…" The name escaped her lips like a prayer. His hand was everywhere at once, pinching her nipples with that familiar metal hand.

"Good to know you still remember my name while I fuck you blue. But I want an answer. Is this what you want?" He slapped her thigh before gripping her by the hip, leaving dark bruises in his wake.

She wanted to reply but it seemed impossible. A weak nod was all she could muster before he made her see stars again.

"This is what you want, right?" His fingers now attacked her clit.

She started to cry. "Ja-… James!"

He shot forward like a wildcat, biting into the vulnerable skin of her neck, drawing blood. "I love the way you say my name like I'm a god sent from above, but I want an answer before I truly let go."

Oh, sweet… The thought of him not even going full force, promising to - if she just asked him to. Oh, it did things to her. She felt her orgasm building up. Just a little bit… The edge was so close...

As if he knew his hand's ministrations at her center stopped. "Oh, no, I won't let you come until you answer me."

"Bastard!" She growled and tried to get the upper hand again but he was a wall of muscle and her sloppy attempts at switching their positions only turned him on more.

"Oh, so the Widow still has her bite. Come on, little spider. You wanted it, you'll get it." They stared into each other's eyes, fighting a war for dominance.

Natasha knew if she lost this battle now, she might not walk away from the bloodshed alive. And it thrilled her more than anything. "You really think you can break me?" At least he had given her enough time to regain her breath.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet girl. My beautiful doll. You have no idea…" He gave her a slow and sensuous kiss, making her taste her own blood on his lips. "I will break this porcelain skin of yours, those silky folds that clench around me so nicely."

"I am made of marble." She whispered darkly yet not with the malice she usually felt when thinking about this phrase. Because only marble could conquer his metal.

His pupils blew wider, almost entirely black now, pools in which the spider could drown if she wasn't careful. "You don't want to be broken?" He knew that this would have hurt her if they were in another situation. Both of them had been shattered and torn apart often enough so that there was barely anything of them left to put back together. This was a totally different level. They were exposing their weaknesses to each other, being vulnerable in this rare moment, because they could be. Because the second they gave in, letting themselves fall into the void, the other was there to stop the descend. And it was a thrill like no other.

"There is only one who I would allow this privilege." She tested him.

"Oh, so…" He raised his metal arm for both of them to muster. There was blood smeared across the plates. James knew this should scare him but right now… His tongue shot out, licking at the red. "This is what you want?"

"Yes." Her voice was stronger than she felt on the inside.

As if he were surprised by the sudden straight answer James looked at her with his mouth open. Then a grin spread over his lips and his eyes burned with desire. He looked proud. But then his expression was shadowed once more as his intentions became clear. "This," his metal fingers snaked around her throat. "...is what only the Soldier can give you."

She sobbed at that. "Yes, Soldat."

He remembered times when he had been her instructor. Teaching her how to reach new heights in both combat and seduction. Having her this prone to him, this willing… Natalia had grown over all this years, matured and yet to still have her vulnerable to his desires… His hands made one last trail along her curves before they came to rest at her hips. He would impale her on his cock with every thrust until she was losing all thought. His hips snapped forward earning him another groan. "Then… Я готов отвечать (ready to comply)…"

Natasha shivered and closed her eyes. She had awoken the Winter Soldier and he wouldn't just let her go. No… He would have her until they were both satisfied, and there was nothing more wonderful. His arrogant chuckle became a violent growling as his hips snapped against her hard enough to break bones. Natasha met each and every thrust with a vigor that made him groan in lust. God, this was perfect. He couldn't get enough of this woman. Why the hell did he wait this long to unite with her in a physical way? How could he have been so stupid to deny his senses such an ecstatic beauty. He tightened his grip on her hips, demanding an even rougher rhythm that would bring them over the edge.

By now Natasha's moans had turned into screams. She was clinging onto him for dear life. She wanted to fight him, to rile him up, but right now… it was just too dangerous. "Harder…" The Black Widow begged - and he complied.

Only minutes later he knew he couldn't last any longer, and Natasha wasn't far behind him. He picked up speed one last time. The slapping of their hips a blurry noise while he felt himself swelling up again, his balls tightening up, ready to shoot his essence. "Say you're mine!" He demanded.

"I'm yours," Natasha gasped in desperation. "I'm yours…. and you're mine."

The cocky bastard inside him thought 'You're damn right, I am.' and all rational thought left him as he let himself go. Natasha gave one last groan before she clung onto him while her entrance contracted around him, ripping him into bliss with her. He had a vice-like grip on her hips, making sure her spilled inside her womb. That forceful pounding awoke the primal instincts inside her, humming in approval while she clenched her teeth, sobbing in a mixture for relief and need for more, for making this last forever.

It went on for ages, and was way over way too fast. He could feel how his seed mixed with her release, drenching their thighs. With one last thrust he collapsed on top her, feeling her pulsing that made this mind unravel. Seconds passed, or were it ages? He couldn't care less. This was perfect. In his last moment of control he rolled to the side to not crush her under his weight. It took him a while to grasp his surroundings again.

Natasha stretched out on the bed, trying to catch her breath. "Wow."

"That was…"

"... so overdue." Natasha said with a chuckle.

"I was hoping you'd finish with 'amazing'." He murmured in disapproval.

"Well, that goes without saying." She said and snuggled closer. "Never letting you out of this bed." Somewhere in her memory she heard her younger self say: "The Soviet Union needs to find a new poster boy."

"I like that idea." He smirked but at the same time his senses came back to him. And there was one scent in his nose stronger than the musk in the room. The coppery smell of blood.

The moment she felt him freezing beside her she knew this was a crucial point. If she said one bad thing now he might never take her like that again. "Superficial."

"What?" His eyes shot to her, seeing the blood smeared across her throat. One side of him wanted to lick it up, the other wanted to run away to save her from him.

She casually pulled her tousled hair to the side and wiped away the red from her skin. Leaving only fading lines where his teeth had pierced the flesh. "It's already healed. I've had worse from training."

He wanted to protest but her arched eyebrow made him stop. She was right and he was just too love drunk to argue. James sighed in defeat. "Alright. But…"

"Hush now. Let's enjoy the afterglow, you idiot. You do more post-orgasm talk than a woman."

Bucky scoffed at that. He held his metal hand up, balling his fist with the same strength he had used on her windpipe and hips. Then he clenched tighter, making the metal groan with a force that could shatter bones. "You know that I was still restrained."

"You think I used my entire skill set?" She asking him with a lecturing tone, while her body got ready for another round just by his promising words. "While your forte is brute power, I can counter with flexibility. No, we'll save that for when we know each other's reaction to more violent lovemaking."

James shook his head with a laugh. "Doll, you're just perfect. I don't deserve you."

"Oh, I think you do." She gave him another kiss, slow and loving.

The Soldier gave in and pulled her closer but he couldn't shake the unsettling feeling when he could still taste her blood on his tongue. Pulling himself away he thought about grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom when his eyes fell on his half opened duffle-bag. He froze when he realized he had released inside of her without any kind of protection. Natasha felt him sucking in a breath and followed his gaze to the bag containing a lot of rubbers.

Bucky coughed and blushed."Sorry, I forgot them."

"Don't bother." The Black Widow casually answered as she stretched on the bed.

He looked at her closely trying to understand her smile. "So..." Maybe she had been using hormonal protection and didn't tell him in fear of destroying the mood.

She lifted herself up and looked at the bag full condoms. "If that is what you intended to do with me one out of one hundred might have failed anyway. Where did you get so many?"

"Stark. He pushed them into my hand after we came out of the tanks the first time." Well, technically after he had ruined the shower in the gym. Of course. Natasha was certain there even were bets on when they would share a bed again.

He kissed her lips before gently laying a hand on her belly. "So you want to make another baby?"

"As long as the weird serum they gave me still works I want to give Alexei a sibling." Natasha made clear. She had managed to raise her son past the toddler years. Something she had never thought possible. And the joy it had given her was more than worth the trouble of going through a pregnancy.

"Do you think it can happen again?" He knew she had gone through her cycle a little while ago.

"I was a single-use container for them. But maybe a little bit of the serum is still inside of me."

"Well then. Let's try before it wears off, don't you think? I mean it usually takes a few tries for a couple to conceive." Oh, how much he would enjoy the attempts.

"You were a one-hit-wonder the first time when I conceived Alexei so I'm quite certain there is already a little sister for him on the way. Your reputation doesn't fail you in this one." Her fingers caressed his chest while she looked him straight in the eyes. "You are a sniper who always hits the mark. With the force you can shoot I bet your swimmers didn't have to do that much swimming."

James shuddered as she spoke these words. So many emotions were fighting inside of him. Love for this gorgeous woman who was with him all the way. The wonder he remembered when he had held Alexei the first time and the pictures he imagined when thinking about experiencing this 'becoming-a-father' the normal way together with her. Also the thought about how he would protect his daughter, in case Natasha's words turned out to be true, and at last the primal instinct of impregnating his mate. Mine. "You have any idea what that does to me? The thought of..." He didn't know how to articulate.

"Proving your manhood? Knocking up the mate? Yeah, I do." She saw his length already hardened and twitching at her words.

He almost growled as he threw Natasha into the sheets before claiming her body in one hard thrust. "Well, then. I'll see to my mate's satisfaction, so the Black Widow doesn't consume her partner once the deed is done."

She moaned in delight while clinging to him. "Oh, wouldn't dare. I intend to keep you."

"For the sex?" He asked, arching a brow and giving her a cocky smirk.

"Forever." She shot forward like a predator and took his lower lips between her teeth, drawing blood. "And now get started before I get impatient."

"That's a challenge I'll try to live up to." He pressed his groin against her, diving in deep and hard. "We've got all night."

"One night will barely be enough."

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Hope you enjoyed ^^ Also check out my 7 one shots for BuckyNat smut-a-thon. Some of these have glimpses into where the story might lead to and also some fanfics in which I've changed some facts and got a different story out of it. As in James and Natalia were able to flee the Red Room successfully.