The Lion Queen Chapter 5: I'm Yours Now, an avengers fanfic

If love can take form of something that Xyta can feel, smell and taste, it'll come in a strong blast down her throat, just like it is now! Shloosh! The sounds of rushing hot seed flooding into her tight, wet, mouthy canal. The blast is strong enough to drive him back just a step, but no where near enough to break her lippy seal on him. As he cums, his muscular chest heaves out an amorous roar, long and drawn out, almost as lengthy as his continuous, sweet stream!

Where there are breaks in his voice, it's where his last shot of cum had ended. After another string shoots into her mouth, he spends the remaining spurts in silence. Quietly, his hips heave out short splashes of nectar until his last one. Then, he finally stops and hunches foward. His shoulder hits the tree, behind them, keeping him from falling. Right underneath the tree's shade, he will spend a moment to recover, panting while expecting Xyta to bless his ears with sounds of her milking and drinking him dry. He poured much down into her, and his screams were pure music to her ears as her body began to burn off his masculine gravy into energy that boiled into her bloodstream and made her heart begin to pound.

She wiped some of the seed off of her face as she kneeled in front of him, placing her hands on her hips and looking a lot happier-and much more beautiful- than she had ever been. So much had been shared within the last few hours of Xyta ever knowing Steve, and it was perfectly clear to them both how much they were truly meant to be. Destiny worked in the strangest ways.

The gentleman that he is, he'll wait for Xyta to finishing swallowing him before helping her up. Once he takes a look at her new face, Steve will smile. Xyta had always been beautiful, but she's even prettier with his cum dripping from her chin. His index finger brushes a strand of hair from her face. He needs another good look at the features of the woman who needs him.

"Live the rest of your life in no more fear…"

They exchanged more precious oxygen as he pulled off her underwear, her voluptuous breasts bouncing free and her fresh and eager maidenhood glistening with arousal. He tossed them away into the pond as he kicked off the pants that dangled around his ankles. They now stood naked and ready for their union, but Xyta still couldn't help but feel a little scared as Steve lifted her flexible leg and draped it across his shoulder, opening her core to him. Nervousness collected in her belly as she took either sides of his face, worry etched across her iceberg blues.

A baboon call rustles the trees in the distance.

It's time.

She found something awakening within her, an energy that made her very soul flame up in response, preparing her for what came next… when the man and the woman became one flesh, when Steve Rogers…no, when Captain America took her virginity.

"Steve… please be gentle… f-first time…" she stammered as he pressed her back against the tree. It was indeed time for them, the world around them their only witness as to what happened here. But Xyta found herself curious about something, so she inquired of Steve as he mentally prepared himself.

But with whatever Steve would say, she would only smile and offer herself up, ready to become one with the man she needed, the man who needed her, the man who could save everything she ever knew.

"I love you… Captain…"

"Xyta..."

Steve can't speak. No words can be said. He...he just can't say anything. A part of him almost sheds a tear, but he'll hold it back. A soldier can only cry when freedom finally prevails. Until then, a man's work is never done. He loves this woman too much to not treat her as tenderly as she desires. If anyone will ever see him tear just once, it'll be Xyta. But just once and not another drop, simply because he's a man. Are his views of being a man typical? Of course: he's not from this time period. One can call Steve too traditional, and that would be just fine.

She looked into Steve's tender eyes, watching them quiver ever so slightly as he fought to keep tears back. Xyta only smiled at him as a tear fell from her eye, cupping his face softly with her hand, tracing his square jawline with her palm, inhaling his masculine scent as it only made her drip with excitement.

Now, underneath this tree, in a world that looks like her own home, Steve is going to take his time before he'll make her cry as well. Steve lets one tear roll down his sharp features just so Xyta can see. That will be his response to her request. There will be no more questions asked from this moment on. Just the two of them. Saying "I love you" has worn out its impact.

Steve leans in and kisses her madly, biting her upper lip and cramming his face into hers! Will she forgive him for acting so brutishly? Steve needs Xyta to understand just how much-no. Forget it. No more talking. In the words of Logan: "Words only lie".

His crown grazes through her folds, not daring to enter her just yet. She needs to know what he feels like, first. What it feels like to have a soldier claim her body. The featherlight contact alone is enough to make his head drool over her rosey pedals as he teases her. Now, with his soaked length in hand, he continues to brush his precum glazed head around her, painting her fleshy gates with his wet translucency.

How is she reacting to all of this? Is he going too slow? Does she need him to keep going? Steve won't stop until his precum lathers over her lips, dressing her in a glistening, polished finish.

"Have… have you ever done this before?" she asked nervously, her whole body trembling softly as she thought about what was going to happen, watching the glow within his bosom pulsating, almost ready to burst but not open quite enough to be set free.

"No. I ain't done this before, neither…"

She can rest easy knowing that she'll be his first and only one. He can't help but smile at her. For such a woman with a bold, fiery attitude, he would have never imagined her a virgin. At the same time, one couldn't have expected a decorated super soldier to be one as well.

No words were needed anymore. Their relationship could go on forever without words, only their bodies communicating messages without the pain that words can bring. Logan had spoken true: words only lie. Xyta knew how much Steve wanted her to know... How much he loved her. Their newly established mental connection allowed her to hear some thoughts that passed through him. He would know that she was his and his only, and was destined to be with him, and how much she truly loved him.

He began to rub his leaking head around the skin that protected her entrance, and she moaned out very whorishly, and he wasn't even inside yet! He was taking it carefully as to not hurt her, and savor their first time.

Her heart sang... They would be able to enter this state of one flesh together, neither one of the warriors having been in such a state before. It kind of surprised her to know he was still a virgin, being who he was. She didn't want to think about any women who have had a relationship with him or who threw their bodies at him just to get a taste of the soldier.

No... He was hers and hers alone. Xyta would mark her property and claim her destiny, and the man within it. The thought of having Steve all to herself made Xyta's nervousness completely vanish, and replaced it with a passionate female in heat who was ready to breed.

She was ready.

"Steve..." She groaned, a sexy territorial growl mixed into the whorish moans she was giving him, her cunny dripping like a fountain.

"Take me."

His passing tear held a message that she understood.

Steve holds one of her legs that rests on his shoulder. It's amazing to see how many different degrees she can bend herself. He had first witnessed this when her leg had wrapped around his waist to pull him into her clenching ass cheeks, during their fight. Now they are against the same tree in a new pose.

A hand reaches down and cups an ass cheek, then his glistening, wet crown plunges into her love chasm! Pain… earth-shattering pain… Xyta clenches her teeth as Steve initiates his first angry thrust, and it took everything she had not to scream and blow him across the room into the wall. The first sopping thrust asserts his anger, the second thrust proclaims his fears of dying, the third one shoves his hopes and dreams inside of her, and each one, after that, is a swear of his love for her! Each push into her chasm is a slow, sliding entry, taking his time and feeling her out. His eyes communicate his concerns. Is he going too hard? Should let he finally let go?

Xyta had never experienced pain like this… to have a muscle rope deep within her to be torn by the sudden entrance of Steve. It's natural for his inexperienced body to feel himself a perfect fit inside of her. Every inch of her feels like she had been designed just for him; the only phallus in the world to finally complete the puzzle that is Xyta. Suddenly, his hips break into a faster pace. His steel, blue eyes never leave hers. He doesn't want Xyta to ever break eye contact with him. Her optics are only made for looking into his hues while he shoves every ounce of his emotions into her. Soon, she'll be able to finally understand the man behind the spangled shield!

His tempo then gets violent! Each buck harshly pushes her back against the tree! Twirling leaves fall from the above and lands in between the naked lovers as his once gentle nudges grow into strong poundings. His eyes still carry his love's glimmer, yet they are also empty with complete abandon! His passion punches inside of her, rocking the tree and shaking out its leaves!

At the same time, his groping hand slithers up and searches her ass. Memories of her sitting on his chest, bending over for him, trapping his length, and even her ass bleeding out, montage in his mind. Now his curious hand will finally explore this part of her that had constantly haunted their battle. His glare is unwavering, eager to see the reaction in her face as his hand invites itself into her rear.

Is this strong, brave woman a screamer? Or is she the type to sink her teeth into something to prevent herself from making a sound? Steve will soon find out as he thrusts ram her into the tree repeatedly. The only time he'll break eye contact is when he suddenly dives into her neck and bites her! She roars to the ceiling. At the same time, his groping hand squeezes more blood out of the wounds on her ass, if they hadn't closed already. If they had, his nails will sink into her fleshy hills to reopen them! It isn't long before Xyta becomes a toy for her captain, getting stabbed harshly, juiced for her blood and being bitten at the same time! She kept her hands braced across his back as her nails clawed into his own flesh, marking him as he was marking her.

With a few more thrusts, each a confession of something that had been buried deep within him, poisoning him from the inside; her body accustomed to him, and the pain soon turned into earth healing pleasure. He filled her in all the right ways, and her quiet whimpers of pain soon flowed into loud whorish moans, all the while the captain released his deeply hidden inner beast.

What… what was this? This sensation exploding through her body? Was it Steve's love? Was it just her body's reaction to finally being whole again after being empty for so long? It was everything. For an inexperienced man, Steve knew exactly what he was doing. Locking her eyes with him again, she nodded, begging him to go faster. His thrusts began to pick up the pace, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and held her fingers together to keep herself on earth. She studied his glowing spheres and never looked away, a thousand words exchanged between the two without uttering a single remark. With his first few quicker thrusts, Xyta finally understood the man behind the shield, the man behind the soldier's gaze.

Steve had turned into an animal, treating her as such, and in a sick, twisted way, she loved it! His sadistic nature completely turned her on as he continued to stab, bite, and poke away into her. Her roar turned back into loud, sexy moans as she begged him to keep going, loving this side of him! Animalistic, instinctual, and passionate! Everything she ever knew and loved packed into the man who now took her virginity.

But as her captain treated her as his territory, he couldn't get away with her not being able to treat him as such! Closing her eyes, she opened her fangs and plunged them into his shoulder, drawing his own blood from him as he did her, the two completely animalistic human beings marked each other and claimed their mates for life. Shhp! The hissing noises of her sharp canines sinking into his shoulder fill his ears! Her teeth dives deep, tearing through muscle and causing blood to billow out from the wound! Captain is bleeding over himself, and it was that extra stimuli that pushes him over the edge. He cums inside her a second time! In that instant, his thrusts stop, and he just stands there, spasmsing out strong gushes of seed. Every new spurt forces him to twitch and thrust into her at the same time, and after the spurt is over, he relaxes again. For as long as he can keep shooting inside of her, he'll stand as strongly as a mountain for her raised leg to relax against. This way, all she has to do is rest against the tree and feel Captain empty himself inside her. After pushing out his last drop, Steve silently looks at his own blood painted shoulder, her eyes, then slumps forward against her, panting and hurting. She holds him with as much strength as she could muster, kissing his hair.

Battle bruises come back at the worst time, just when they had finished bonding. All of her punches and kicks return as throbbing pain in all of the spots he had been hit. Now, he also has a bleeding shoulder to add to it all. It's not Xyta'a fault she bit him. It's just that all of this potent energy had went to his brain and robbed him of his self control. For that quick moment, he felt animalistic-like Logan. However, being an animal just isn't Steve. He's a gentle lover. He'll prove that by looking up at her while licking the blood that had ran down her leg.

"I'm sorry, Xyta...sorry..." Steve confesses as he bleeds out of his shoulder. "What for, Steve…?" she moaned, her leg relaxing from having been bent for so long. The sun shines down on him, making him Xyta's glowing, chivalrous knight. It's Steve's duty as a man. But before he could hurt any longer, a soft, wet muscle laps up his shoulder like a thirsty animal. Turning his head, Xyta cleans his wound like a mother to it's pup. He smiles once she's complete, his skin healing up, the blood flow ceasing. He spins her around so her back is facing him, then he'll kneel down , then kiss and lick the open wounds on her ass! Xyta's blood is now all over his lips and chin, yet he still licks her cheeks clean! Knowing he's taking care of her makes him a happy man, until he takes his first sniff. He pauses.

Once again, Steve's eyes darken another shade of blue as he slowly inches his face into her ass. As his nose wedges in between her cheeks, he'll suck in a long, loud breath! Peaches, strawberries, a freshly bloomed rose; these are the smells that his mind registers her natural scent as. He needs more! She groans above him, her voice hoarse from her screaming. Both of his hands slap her ass cheeks and spreads them for his nose to dive in deeper. That small, pink button between Xyta's cheeks had created a magical pull on Steve's face, as the pointed tip of his nose makes its achingly slow draw to her puckered flower! Once his nose's tip grazes her most hidden muscle, he smells once more, and instantly, his length fills with a new strength!

"Steve… gods, Steve!" she cried, finally screaming out the words she had been holding in as she braced herself against the tree with her busty mounds shoved against the bark, blood trickling from her shoulder where he had bitten her, the pain was faint now as the pleasure of his skin in her ass overlapped it.

Then the intercom breaks.

"That's enough...that's enough...you two get ready...ready to leave…"

Maria Hill's voice pants in between words. She sounds fatigued and one can almost envision the sweat on her face as she keeps breathing hard into the microphone.

"I'll give you five minutes to get dressed. I'll give positive word to Colonel Fury."

After that, the intercom shuts off. The bird cries, baboon calls and the hot winds cease. Their big, protective tree disappears, and the rest of Africa fizzles away. Xyta is now back in an empty room, forged from cold steel walls and ceiling lights, with a still hard Steve. At first, there was everything. And now there was nothing. He's embarrassed, but not for the same reasons Xyta may be. Without saying a word, he paces over to where her clothes lay, picks it up and stares. He can still smell faint trails of her ass on his face. Has he really gone too far? This...animal inside of him isn't what he's used to.

Xyta felt Steve leave her side and she couldn't help but feel a moment of pure exposure and abandon as she covered herself, one arm pulled across her chest and the other across her newly initiated womanhood, which still glistened with love fluids.

Steve walks back to Xyta and drapes her shirt back over her. His length stands hard enough to reach and prod her thigh as he stands before her. Today, the once gentle lover discovered something about himself. Xyta had showed him the gateway to his deepest perversions, and once he had stepped in, all that's needed was a simple tease to pull him back out so he can question his decision. Steve loves her to death, but if he had crossed a line, he'll do his best to respect her.

"Xyta..."

Steve lets her name hang. It's then he remembers the wounds on her neck. Immediatly, his eyes blink wetly and he smothers her neck in kisses, swallowing his sorrows while spilling his love all over her bloody wounds. This time, he's fighting back his strong lusts for her derrière as he keeps his hands on her shoulders. Even as smells from her rear are so strong he can taste it on his tongue, he'll keep his retraints for his callipygian lover.

She wastes no time in throwing her arms around him, pressing herself into his still stiff erection as she fervently kissed over the shoulder she had wounded, up his neck, across his jawline and to his lips. Her mind connects with his and she hears all of his concerns. He worried that he had gone too far with her, and when she broke her kiss, she just looked back at him with tears of joy threatening to spill from her eyes. She shook her head with her hair flowing out from around her entire torso, giggling almost girlishly.

"Don't worry about me, Steve. I'm yours to do with what you wish." She said looking straight into his eyes and telling him the whole truth. She hugged herself closely into him and inhaled his lovely scent, his warmth a shelter in the drafty cold of the training room.

"The animal inside of you needed to be set free, even just for a moment... It was a beautiful thing, love... You are everything I've ever needed..." She crooned, tracing the shape of his gorgeous pectorals with her fingers, wanting to encourage him and rid him of his embarrassment.

He had no reason to be ashamed. He had still been able to control himself even after setting free the beast building up on the inside, something hardly anyone ever came back from. She loved him and he had no borders to cross with her, she was an open plain for him to ravage and love. She projected these thoughts into his mind, wanting him to build himself back up and be who he needed to be.

"I love you, my Captain... And no matter what happens, I always will."

His concerns vanish along with her reassuring words. While his heart leaps to the heavens, his hand dives down behind her and strums the clenched entrance to her rear opening. He looks into her eyes to see her reaction as he plays with her. Perhaps...perhaps this animal side of him isn't so bad after all. If Xyta loves him for it, then he'll embrace it! He can only hope that he won't go too far in the near future.

"Ahem...Captain...Xyta...please! P-please...get out now!"

Maria Hill pleads. Her glossy lips sputters out in a soft, tender agony. Is she alright?

"Let's go." Steve kisses her lips and spends the next few minutes helping her get dressed. When Steve picks up her leopard underwear, he notices that they're still wet! Wasn't the pond supposed to be part of the illusion? Steve looks around him, then looks back at Xyta. Someday he might have a talk with Professor Xavier. Maybe they will. That'll be for another day. It had been a dream, no… a revelation to Xyta. She no longer felt the emptiness that had embittered her for so many years, now she was full, blissful, and for the first time in years… happy. Yes, she was happy… happy that she had found her destiny with Steve. Africa still mattered to her, but Steve now mattered more.

Once they had gotten dressed, both of them are outside the Training Room. Xyta might be keeping herself well composed, but Steve's arousal is almost too obvious in his spandex. Even as he stands outside the Training Room, her lowly smells still haunts him. Making love to her was dreamlike, but it seemed that he had woken up too soon!? Steve can smell her on himself, but what about everyone else? Even worse, as long as her scent stays on his tongue, he remains achingly rigid! This isn't good. Steve needs to explode. He needs her again! God...

"So...I've heard some good things about you, Rogers."

Fury saunters down the hall with his hands behind his back and satisfaction on his face. Maria Hill follows behind him, trying her best to look as composed as her colonel is. Her face is damp, her hair has a few loose ends, and her front zipper is partly open. Had Maria been… while they…? Immediatley, Steve stands behind Xyta to hide his erection.

"Um..Colonel! Welcome back."

"So Lieutenant Hill told me everything."

"Everything?"

"Indeed. Xyta was putting a whoopin' on you badly. But you managed to pull through! Better than Logan did, at least."

"...that's it?"

"Yes. Why?" Fury narrows his eyes. Steve looks at Hill. She bats an eyelash.

"Uh, yes, colonel!" Steve recovers himself. "I was...you know. Feeling the scars. Xyta is tough. Great ass..no, wait..asset to the team!"

Steve stumbles over his words. Maria Hill slaps her forehead and rolls her eyes. Xyta could only giggle. She smiled and kept her eyes on Fury, not wanting to give away that they had been fucking mercilessly in their trial only minutes before. While Fury and Rogers spoke, Xyta exchanged unspoken words with Maria, raising a brow while looking down at her partially unzipped pants. Maria followed her gaze and blushed cherry red, quickly doing them up while Xyta gave her a soft smile, and a thank you for covering them.

"Sir… Captain Rogers has displayed heroic courage that I have not seen anywhere else. You witnessed Wolverine and myself fighting back in Africa, you saw that we nearly tore each other to pieces, and I nearly killed him, until you stepped in. Rogers did not waver. I struck him with everything I had, that didn't affiliate with my powers, and he still stands, unbroken and strong." She explained, gesturing her hand back to Steve without turning around and exposing what he was trying to hide.

"I am also pleased to say… that the Guardian Glow has been seen, and the poisonous properties in the serum now affect him no longer," she proclaimed with a smile, folding her arms triumphantly, resisting the urge to push her ass back against Steve, just to tease him. There would be time for that later. First, business needed to be taken care of.

Fury raises an eyebrow.

"Cured huh?"

The way Fury says it, the word just doesn't sound right in his mouth. He's doubting the whole premise of Steve buring 'cured'. It's obvious. As much as an optimist Fury would love to be, he's more of a realist. He looks at Maria, who doesn't return any eye contact.

"Well, lieutenant, did you find anything from your analysis that supports Xyta's...'Glow'?'"

Maria Hill pouts, holding a notepad close to her chest. She takes a deep breath and pours out:

"After the Super Soldier project, the serum had fused with your body on a molecular level. The serum isn't a part of you, Captain. The serum IS you. It's what you are. To 'cure' something is an act rooted in the assumption that you have a condition. Your 'condition' is just the process of aging"'

"So you're saying that I'm..."

"...curing you is impossible because there's no sickness. You're simply old. Your body is wearing out, Captain. You're...still an old man. The serum...just hides it."

It hurt Maria Hill to say it, but as a lieutenant, it's in her place to state hard facts. She's right. Steve is an old man from the 1920s. The reason why he isn't wearing bags under his eyes while walking with a limp is all because of this...science experiment. His youth is a facade. The serum is just a broken mirror, and if one ever pieces the glass back together, it'd show an old Irish man from the depression era, tired, balding and gaunt-damn near skinless. This is the real Steven Rogers, the man without the scientific wizardry. It's who he is inside.

She had expected Fury and Maria to doubt any "cure"... But she knew better. She knew for a fact that Steve's aging had inflicted the overuse of the serum, causing his body to weaken. But she could hear... No... FEEL his heart pounding like a drum.

He was perfection, and no matter what happened, she would never leave his side. She could feel, smell, taste, possibly touch the radiation glowing within him. Because of her senses, she could see it, which was why everyone else had a hard time believing in her magic.

She knew she and Steve would be able to live a long happy life together. Destiny had foretold it. When her mentor passed on, she was over 700 years old. Xyta was confident that they could outlive many centuries of change and hostility, saving the world together. She still worried about what Steve thought about all this...

But he doesn't care.

"And? So when are we leaving for Africa?"

Steve looks at the everyone with a straight face. Fury smiles wide for the first time in decades. He too is an old man, out of time. But age means nothing when it houses a strong heart! Not the kind of strength that comes with youth, but the power in knowing right from wrong! Fury had been a fool to even consider holding Steve back from the mission.

"Captain..." Fury speaks up and readies his standard issue Baretta M9.

"...it's time we show this young #$%$^ how it's done!"

"You're joining!?" Steve blinks.

" $&! yeah, I'm joinin'!"

"Mind if I..cut in?" That razor sharp voice can only come from one person. Creeping out the shadows, a familar pair of white eyes show up. Logan, another ageless World War II veteran, joins the reunion. Logan was in the ranks. Xyta looked at him with pure gratitude before giving him his own special smile..

Steve smiles at Fury, Logan, then turns to Xyta. He takes her hand and squeezes.

"You ready to fight with this tired, old man?"

A smile was all she could give him before throwing her arms around him and hugging him tightly, tears of joy falling onto his bare skin. She didn't care about his age, or his condition, or anything that there was to be concerned with. She whispered softly into his ear.

"I'm ready for everything."

Captain America is just an avatar. The man who had been protecting the ideals, such as Freedom and Justice, had been right here, all along, fighting like it's still the 1940s. This is their story. The tale of elder brothers with arms, finding love on the battlefield!

"Hey..." Logan sniffs.

"Somethin' smells like a bed o' roses ovah here!"

Steve blushes and looks away. Smirking, Xyta gave Logan a grin.

"Oh really? What does that smell like to you?" She asked before looking back into Steve's eyes, laughing.

"I don't think it smells half bad."