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lovehealsandlovehurts · 2 years

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You look so pretty when you beg

warnings: dumbification, finger-sucking, degradation, praise, humiliation, mommy kink, nipple play, humping (on Natasha's boot), strap-on, edging, gentle knife play (no blood/cuts) orgasm denial, forced submission, booty spanking, pussy slapping, cum filled strap, breeding kink? overstimulation, mentions of bruises, pet names, aftercare

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summary: You decide to lure Natasha into an empty room at a party you both attend, only to end up being punished for your behavior.

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You were sitting on a bed, waiting for Natasha to enter the room you stepped into. Both of you attended a party together but you needed to get away from everyone and be alone with her. You didn’t see her for some time since she was on a mission and you couldn’t wait to get your hands on the woman. You were far away from the main hall but you could still hear the muffled echoes of laughter and music coming from the party.

In the ballroom she stared at you from across the room, noticing you looking up and down at her dressed in her uniform. She liked to wear sexy things when she wasn’t on duty, dresses that highlighted her figure well, but you figured today was just not that kind of day. She wore military boots, and pants, her gun still stripped down to her hips, with knives and a bunch of other accessories she could use at any time. She always looked good, regardless of what she wore, her smirk lit up the room every time she made a joke. You knew she caught you staring. Natasha could notice the smallest details without letting anyone know, she paid attention to little things, especially when it came to you.

You heard the door open and you shifted your gaze from the window to see Natasha enter the room. “You just miss me too much, don’t you?” she said, shutting the door behind her, she made sure it was locked, twisting the doorknob and turning back to take a look at you. Her hair was dyed blonde, it suited her, almost like every color did, somehow she managed to look stunning in them all. She slowly moved closer to you and you felt your heart beat out of your chest, finding yourself completely mesmerized by her. “I just want to be alone with you,” you said, it was the truth. You couldn’t stand anyone laying their eyes on her. It was easy to read everyone's faces every time she stepped into a room, all gluing their gaze upon the agent.

“I thought about being alone with you all day,” she said, her fingers lifting your chin to look up at her, even though you were already. It was just an excuse to touch you, and you didn’t mind any time she found one.

“You did?” you said, your voice coming out more cheerful than you had imagined. You wanted to ask her what she thought about but your brain stopped working the second she ran her thumb across your lips. It brushed through your bottom lip as she observed her movement, drawing patterns on the outline of your mouth. “Yes,” she said, her voice sounding so seductive, the pitch of it made your brain tingle. You couldn’t say anything but open your mouth, letting her put her thumb into it. You sucked on it gently, grabbing her wrist with your hands and pulling her arm close. She let out a soft sigh that nearly sounded like a moan, a little thing that turned you on even more. You wondered if she knew how worked up you were, even though she hasn’t done anything to you yet. It was embarrassing, how much control she had over you. You looked up at her, her green eyes piercing through yours as you kept sucking. She moved closer to you to grope your body, her other hand running through your chest and grabbing your boobs. Even through your clothes, her touch drove you insane. She twisted your nipples between her thumb and index finger, letting you moan into her finger that was still in your mouth.

“I missed touching you” she murmured. You felt yourself getting hot from her hands grazing upon your body. “Here,” she said, groping your boobs and moving down to your stomach. “And here,” she said, her hand landed between your legs, and pressed against your core.

“Ow,” you whispered, letting her thumb out of your mouth. You closed your legs shut and pulled on her wrist, hoping she’d touch you more. “You’re such a needy girl” she teased, her tone raspy, it felt good, being talked down to by her. She opened your legs wide, letting her hand skim through your upper thighs. “Take these off” she commanded, pulling at your pants. You followed her order and got back on the bed, looking up at her obediently.

“Get down on your knees,” she said, her voice low and calm. You did as she asked, kneeling to her and looking up to see her face. You felt the carpet dig into your knees, you were glad the room had one as you had no idea what she was about to do. She looked so good from this angle, as she did when she was on top of you. “That’s a good girl” she teased, stroking your hair. “You’re gonna show me how needy you are for mommy, okay?” she asked, looking down at you. Your mind was completely lost, solely focused on her voice. You nodded, unable to answer, astonished by the state your sanity was in. She pressed her boot onto your panties, and you jerked up, feeling the pressure. “Look up at me,” she said, and you did so, immediately turning your gaze away from her feet. She pressed against you gently, making sure she won’t hurt you, but it was enough to stimulate you. You felt her move the tip of her boot in circles, teasing your clit through your panties.

“Fuck” you whispered, grabbing onto her leg. You almost humped on it as she kept moving steadily, you held onto her pants, squeezing the material between your hands. It felt good to be humiliated by her, sitting at her feet as she watched you for her amusement.

“I love seeing you like this, my perfect little slut, ” she said, moving your hair away from your face. You kept looking at her as she commanded, trying to keep your eyes open your movements began to grow desperate, outrunning her pace. You wished she’d touch you instead, but you knew she found this entertaining. You loved listening to her, seeing her pupils widen every time you followed her orders. “Please” you whispered, feeling yourself get needier by the minute. “Please touch me” you begged, still grinding on her shoe, she stopped moving it herself, realizing you don’t need her help anymore. “You look so pretty when you beg,” she said, her voice only turning you on more, you looked up at her with puppy eyes, completely under her spell. “Need mommy's help?” she said, mocking you. You moved your head up and down, whining from your neediness towards her.

“Come here,” she said, bending over and grabbing you into her arms. You wrapped your legs around her waist and grabbed onto her shoulders, feeling the outline of her muscles through her clothes. She carefully laid you down on the mattress, staring at your body from above. Her hands shifted to your hips, pulling on your underwear and letting it drop onto the floor. Your whole body felt electrified under her touch, desperately waiting for more.

Natasha pressed you onto the bed and placed her hand on your chest, making sure you stayed in place. You heard a sharp sound cut through the air, it was easy to guess what it was without having to lift your head to see. "Stay down,” Natasha said, letting a knife press onto your thighs, she flipped it to the unsharp side and dragged it through your skin, letting you sense the coldness of it on your inner thighs. You shivered at the feeling, your brain getting high on the adrenaline that came with being completely under her control. She pressed the side of the knife onto your clit and you whimpered, shifting your hips. Your body felt so hot that the sensation of the cold metal made you feel so good, almost as if she dragged an ice cube over your wet part.

“Don’t move ''she said, her tone sounding like a dare. “You don’t want mommy to hurt you, do you?” she whispered, holding the knife still. Why did her words south so soothing? You were sure she could make the nastiest sentence sound appealing in her mouth. You nodded, feeling her take the knife away. She put it under your shirt and tore it apart, pulling the object towards her. You wanted to smile, being impressed with everything she does.

She stared at your breasts for a while, before putting one of them into her mouth. You moaned breathily, feeling her tongue rolling around it before sucking it in, She alternated between them, making sure she gave them both attention. You ran your fingers through her hair, pulling her head closer to your chest. She pressed the side of the blade on one of your nipples and you shivered at the coldness of it again, wondering how long it would take for it to warm up with your body feeling practically on fire.

“Good girl,” she said, watching your body as she grazed it with the knife, cautiously, making sure she didn't cut your skin. You felt blood pump into your brain, feeling aroused at being left at her mercy. “You’d let mommy do anything to you, isn’t that right?” she whispered and you nodded, looking up at her with puppy eyes. You felt your cunt practically leaking, wanting her to push herself inside of you. She set the knife next to you on the mattress, and you wondered if she was done with it or if she’d come back to it later. The mystery of not knowing leaving you even more excited.

She moved her hand down your stomach, her every movement only making you needier. You wondered if she took pleasure in slowly corrupting you, dumbing you down to the point where you couldn’t refuse anything she asks. Natasha finally set her finger on your clit, running it up and down through your labia. “Such a needy cunt” she teased, feeling how soaked you were. “I bet you were dreaming about mommy fucking your little holes till you can’t walk straight” she whispered, your brain felt all foggy, enchanted by her words. You moaned, feeling your stomach grow hot under her touch. "Were you having icky thoughts about me in the ballroom?" she asked, her hands teasing your clit. You felt your cheeks grow hot and wondered if you were visibly blushing. You felt shy, guilty of the accusation thrown at you. Her hand still tortured you, she enjoyed seeing you become mindless under her touch. You nodded your head again, not being able to speak.

“You can take mommy's cock with a knife to your throat, can't you?” she asked, pushing a finger into you. You let out a deep sigh, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

“Yes,” you murmured looking up at her green eyes. It was ridiculous, the fact only her one finger felt so good inside of you. “That’s a good pet,” she said, moving her hand away from you. You groaned, seeing her get off the bed.

She began taking off the layers of her clothes. Her vest, harness, her boots took ridiculously long to untie, you wanted to help her, growing impatient from waiting. You moved closer and stretched out your arm.

“No, no, no, stay there” she commanded, looking into your eyes. You listened and laid back, supporting your body with your elbows. You were so eager to touch her, you could barely stand watching her. She let her pants drop to the floor, and you noticed she already wore a strap. It was tucked in well, you didn’t notice it throughout the entire night.

“Don't act surprised, you know I couldn’t wait to fuck you” she grinned, climbing on the bed. She ran her hands through your thighs again, making you forget about anything you were going to say. You took a closer look at what was between her legs, the toy making you shiver at the thought of bearing it. “Nat, it's too big,” you said, paying attention to how wide it was, you wanted to be good for her but you knew you’d find yourself crying on her cock eventually.

“Shh, I know,” she said, climbing on top of your body, her body felt hot, hovering upon yours. “But you’ll take it, right? make mommy proud?” she said, brushing the toy through your folds, it slid easily through them, and she teased you with it, moving it up and down. She slipped the tip of the toy into your pussy and you moaned, feeling it stretch you out. You froze for a second, unable to move your body, feeling your walls getting adjusted to the size. You saw an evil smirk form on her face, she loved making you her little doll, her plaything, unable to do anything but bent to her will and stay in place. She moved slowly into you, and you gasped, wondering if anyone in the surrounding rooms could hear. You felt your walls clench around the toy as it stretched them out. Your breath began to feel heavy as you tried to take it all in, your chest moving up and down rapidly.

“It’s okay, be a good girl for mommy, just a little more and you’re gonna love it, I promise,” Natasha assured you, keeping her pace slow. Her every thrust felt possessive, a reminder of who you belong to.

“See? I knew you were hungry for mommy's cock” she said, increasing her pace. You thought she’d give you more time but as soon as she saw you relax, she pounded into you harder. You moaned into her face, feeling her ram into you faster. “Fuck” you managed to cry out, feeling the toy hit all the right places inside.

“That’s right, I knew my little girl could take it,” she said, ramming into you. You felt your face get hot again and you were sure this time, it's gotten all red. She grabbed the knife that was set on the bed, and pressed it against your neck, making sure to keep her distance, and not letting it touch your skin.

You shifted your hips onto her cock, desperately chasing her movements. “Stay still,” she said, pushing herself hard into you, her movements were harsh and controlling. “Baby, are you too dumb to understand? if you move you can cut yourself” she explained, fucking into you. You loved when she made you feel dumb, but a part of her was always looking out for you, even when she felt most sinful. You did your best not to rock your hips against her touch and let your body move freely. She pinched your clit with her other hand, teasing you as she fucked into you. She let her fingers play with it, stroking it side to side as her cock moved deeper inside you. You grabbed the sheets into your hands, squeezing them tight as she played with you.

“Don’t cum, not yet” she said, seeing you close your eyes. You felt your muscles tense up, your clit feeling sensitive under her touch, you could barely hold it anymore, surprised at how quickly she drove you over the edge. “Mommy needs to fuck you just a little more, be good” she repeated slowly, noticing the changing expressions on your face. Her hand still circled your swollen bun, gently, making sure she doesn’t give you enough. The combination of her inside of you and her delicate touches on your clit pushed you into an euphoric state. “Natasha please” you cried, you tried to stop it, but you couldn’t, you felt your muscles release and you came with her cock buried inside of you.

“Dumb little girl,” Natasha said, pulling out of you. She leaned back on the bed and sat down, her eyes darkening as she let out a sigh of disappointment. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, “ you repeated, lifting yourself off the bed to touch her face. She caught your wandering hand with hers before you got to do so. Getting what you want was an impossible battle to win with her. She was always faster, always smarter than anyone else in the room.

“No,” she said, you saw a glimpse of malice in her eyes. You wondered what the word meant. No, you couldn’t touch her or no you could have listened? “I couldn’t hold it, Natasha," you said softly, trying to explain yourself, god, it felt miserable to make her upset. She grabbed your face into her hand, squeezing your cheeks.

“You're just a dumb little bitch aren't you? can't control your needy cunt when I ask you to? ” she asked, the grip she had on your face getting tighter. “No” you mumbled, the words coming out sounding silly with her squeezing your cheeks. “I’m gonna have to punish you,” she said, letting go of your cheeks and instantly brushing through them with her hand. It was amazing how she could switch from being brutal to being soft in a matter of seconds.

“Are you gonna be a good slut this time?” she asked politely, and you felt guilty for feeling enthusiastic at the thought of being punished. “Yes ' you said, genuinely feeling sorry. “You cum when I say you cum” she said, repeating the words slowly as if she was trying to teach you to memorize something.

Natasha flipped your body on your stomach, and took your wrists into her hand, pressing them onto your lower back. Her moves were harsh but calculated, it seemed like she knew exactly what to do. You wondered if she had fantasized about punishing you, or if she simply came with everything up at the moment.

You laid in bed, with your cheeks exposed, waiting for her next move. She quickly rolled off and grabbed a belt, you could guess what it was by the way it sounded in her hands. You wondered what else she had used it for, did she strangle someone with it on a mission or simply wore it as an accessory? Before you were able to gather your thoughts you felt it slap against your buttcheeks, feeling a burning sensation spread through your skin. Fuck, she was strong, you suddenly felt bad for anyone who had ever gotten in a physical fight with her. You felt it smack against you again, even harder this time, your whole body jerked up but you held your hands still where she placed them, wanting to satisfy her. She kept going, multiple times, you felt pressure building up within your legs from being teased but you were getting closer and closer to just feeling pain. You let short grunts escape your mouth, clenching your teeth tight every time she hit you. “Poor baby, if you weren’t a dumb needy whore mommy wouldn’t have to punish you,” she said, hitting you again. You felt sick that her words only made your cunt clench more. You were sure she’d leave marks all over your body, that your skin would go through different color stages, varying from green to purple. You felt tears form in your eyes, you didn’t even want to cry, it was just a natural response your body felt entitled to do. “I’m sorry” you whispered, hearing how your words came out sounding out of your mouth, like soft little cries, begging for mercy. “Oh baby, you can cry all you want, it only makes mommy wet,” she said, smacking you in the same place again. You weren’t sure how long you would be able to last without yelling out the safe word. Luckily, she flipped you over on your back, and you sighed, feeling your sore butt press against the sheets.

She moved closer to you without saying a word and wrapped the belt around your wrists, making sure you won’t be able to break through it. She tied it tight above your head, looking at your naked body as she was at it. Her eyes admired every inch of your skin, and you were surprised that for a moment madness and anger left her face.

Nat moved the tip of her fingers through your hard nipples, biting on her lip as she teased them. She slapped your sensitive pussy, seeing you jerk up at her touch. You whined, taking it all in. She hit it again shortly after, letting the sound of her slap echo through the room. She didn't care about the noise she made, only about what she did to you. You thought she’d do so a few times, let her frustration out a bit more and take care of you, but the more she did it the more you thought she was never going to stop. You did your hardest to clench your jaw with her every slap, making sure you don’t cry out loud. You felt tears streaming down your face, it was hard to see Natasha anymore, the wetness in your eyes making it difficult to see the details on her face. “Please,” you mumbled, feeling your clit burn under her touch, your hips jerking up when her palm clashed with your core. “Hurts,'' you said as she stopped her hand right in front of your skin, preventing it from slapping you again. She slowly climbed on top of you in silence. She wiped the tears off your cheek, stroking your face with her thumb. Her touch was gentle and careful.

“I thought you like it when mommy hurts you,” she said, her eyes full of fulfillment. Her every word made your thoughts crumble. She slid her cock into you with no warning, letting it fill you up once again as it reached the end of your inner walls. You began to feel hot again, your whole body burning up. Her hand found a way to grip your throat, squeezing it tightly. "Tell me you like it when mommy hurts you” she whispered, fucking into you. She liked hearing you were hers, even if she owned you completely, she wished you would repeat it to her over and over again. You opened your mouth, feeling her cock fill you up, it felt so big but so good, you couldn’t possibly squeeze a sentence out of your mouth. Only soft whines and mumbled words were able to slip through your lips. “I should tie a vibrator to your clit and leave you here for being a spoiled little bitch,” she said, increasing her pace. She was so strong, that you felt your body move up and down every time she thrust into you. “But I can’t, can I? I love you too much,” she said, her hand still wrapped around your throat. You wanted to say you loved her too but you couldn’t, your body was overtaken by her every motion. The words sounded so genuine leaving her mouth, making you feel all giddy and warm. You whined loudly, not being able to hold back anymore, your voice echoed through the walls, as did the sound of your skin slapping together.

“Shh, I know you like it when mommy is rough on you” she whispered in your ear, her mellow voice only making you clench harder around her cock. You were far too drunk off her words to say anything. “Tasha-” you moaned, barely being able to let out half of her name. Your brain was deprived of air, with her fingers wrapped so tightly around your neck. You were coming close, and you knew she could tell, seeing the corners of her lips lift as she watched your face. You wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her close, wanting her to move even deeper into you even though there was no further for her to go. You felt a liquid shoot up in your inner walls, realizing only now she wore a cum filled strap on. You were too distraught to protest or say anything, you only gasped, feeling her fuck the cum into your pussy. “I had to baby, I had to” she explained, her cock slipping into your hole so quickly, you felt your cunt get wet and sticky from your own juices and her cum. “You should be grateful for being mommys little cumdump” she said, her strap still violating your hole, the words making you ease into her touch.

Your muscles tensed up again as she only kept moving faster. You managed to let out a loud gasp, your lungs reaching for air as she fucked you through your orgasm. You felt your body release, only to be met with her never stopping pace. Your pussy felt so sensitive as she still pounded into it, her thrusts hard and never-ending. “Please,” you cried, feeling you need a break. “Hush, mommy can't stop till you give her one more,” she said, whispering in your ear. She only fucked harder into you, hearing you yell out loud. Another orgasm piled on top of another, and you felt your thighs shake uncontrollably, as she came to a stop. You felt your cheeks get wet from your tears, your body trembling underneath hers. You never felt so good, you were overwhelmed with all the different feelings running through your body and tried to recover from all that she had given you.

Natasha took a closer look at your face, with her cock still buried in you. “Isn’t it fun being good for mommy?” she said softly, wiping your tears away with her thumb.

“You did so good.” She lowered herself down and placed gentle kisses on your cheeks, every one of them saying “i’m sorry” and “i love you” they felt so delicate and comforted you as you tried to catch your breath. “My good girl,” she said, moving her hand to tilt your face in her direction. She pressed your lips against hers, giving you a slow passionate kiss. It felt so good, being held by her.

You lost track of time, laying in bed next to her in bed, feeling grateful for the AC in the room that cooled off your sweaty body. You valued spending time with Natasha, even when both of you were too tired to speak, you felt comfotable sitting with her in silence.

“Are you gonna walk back to the party like this?” she asked, her voice sitting at the edge of laughter. The words immediately brought you back to reality, realizing you were still at someone's house. “You think people will notice?” you asked, wondering if you can fix yourself up in the bathroom, brush your hair and wash off your melted makeup. Natasha let out a short laugh, turning to her side to look at your face. “Oh baby, of course they will,” she said, laying a kiss on your cheek. Her lips felt plump and smelled of chapstick.

“I think I’ll stay here then” you decided, not wanting to get off the bed, and knowing you’ll crawl into her arms eventually.

“I think I’ll stay with you,” she said, and you smiled, never getting tired of her playfulness.

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lovehealsandlovehurts · 2 years

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The Scarlet Witch's toy

pov: You’re a sorcerer at Kamar- Taj but instead of fighting The Scarlet WIitch you end up being seduced by her.

Warnings: 18+, oral (giving & receiving), fingering, degradation kink, mommy kink, pet names, pussy slapping, crying ( not negative ) being restrained, forceful grabbing, hickeys, praise, wanda manhandling you with her powers

word count: 2.3k

There you were, looking up to the sky and swallowing your spit. Perhaps if you haven’t read all the things about The Scarlet Witch prophecy you wouldn't be so terrified right now. You always adored Wanda Maximoff, she was in your top favourite avengers. You found her hot and admired her for fighting on the team, however you weren't sure that was the same woman who looked down at everyone from above. You couldn't lie, you fantasized about her, and thought about what it would feel like to press your lips against hers, touch her skin, or have her touch you. It was at this time that you felt guilty for having all those thoughts, having to face the danger ahead.

There was anger in the witch's eyes, but also confidence, in what she was about to do. You held up your shield as you watched her try to break through, and she eventually did so, destroying everyone and everything in her way. You had no choice but to run and hide inside, waiting for what was about to happen.

You walked into an almost empty room, filled only with a few pieces of furniture and books to study, you tried to escape from the ashes and the screams of your former sorcerers. You sat down, letting your back roll down the floor, accepting defeat. You heard whispers coming into the room, but there was nobody there. The voice sounded familiar, the language was Slavic, and the tone hypnotizing. Suddenly the door closed and you got up, trying to figure out if someone had locked you in. You turned around, only to jerk up at seeing Wanda Maximoff. She looked beautiful, even like this, in the middle of a battle that she had already won. Her headpiece highlighted her cheeks so well, and the dark makeup brought out the green in her eyes. Her boots were full of dust and her fingertips were dyed black. “Wanda-” you tried to speak before her hand found a way to cover your mouth. “Shh…” she whispered, her head tilting, trying to see if someone’s breaking through the door, but nobody was. You thought of so many things to say, you’ve heard about her and Westview, and that she lost her children, and husband, everyone knew. You wanted to say something comforting, something that would help her heal but deep down you knew nothing you say would change her mind from what it was on at that moment. Her hand was still stuck on your mouth, it was like she was waiting for you to scream but you didn’t. She took her hand off. “Wanda, I-”- you said, trying to form a sentence, god she was intimidating up close. You saw a smirk form on her face, a spark of red in her eyelids disappearing, you wondered what she’s done.

“I can read your thoughts,” she said, her voice cracking. You wanted to hate her, but you couldn’t, a part of you sympathized with her, despite all she’s done. “All of your thoughts,” she said, looking into your eyes. Suddenly you felt weak in your knees and you hated yourself for the feeling. “I-” you didn’t know what to say, you wondered if she could have reached deep into your mind, seeing all the things you fantasized about. You felt yourself getting hot, wondered, if you were visibly blushing. She smiled, getting closer. It was like she was giving herself a break, from all the adrenaline and chasing others. “You’ve got quite the imagination,” she said, her voice turning into a whisper. “Wanda…” you murmured, swallowing your spit. “It’s not right, what you’re doing.” You managed to say, feeling satisfied that you’ve found a way back to your morality in all of this. She lifted her chin up, straightening her posture. “If something feels right, it most likely is,” she said, her hand grabbing your arm. Her touch sent shivers down your spine, making you feel weak once again. You wanted to disagree but your brain felt like it melted in her presence, you opened your mouth but nothing came out. The witch smirked once again, it felt like she was in your head, replaying your memories, feelings, everything that included her. You wondered if she felt flattered, disgusted, or aroused. Her reactions were the only thing that answered your questions, her lips slightly lifted before coming back down.

“Get on your knees” she whispered, her eyes finding yours. You knew she wasn’t using any magic on you but her presence made you want to do anything she said, without thinking about the consequences. She was hypnotizing, even without actually hypnotizing somebody. You followed her instructions, dropping down to the floor. She looked down at you, running her thumb along your face, her touch made you forget about everything that was going on. She put her thumb inside your mouth, and you closed your lips, sucking it in. “That’s right” she whispered, you could tell she enjoyed this and wondered what she’d do next. You saw magic forming around the palms of her hands, creating an opening in her pants, she didn’t even take them off, just cut the material to reveal the part between her legs. She looked so hot, you couldn’t think of anything else, your mind was in total subspace, awaiting her orders.

“Open your mouth,” she said, grabbing your head and pulling you closer to her. She practically sat on your face, holding onto your hair for support. You set your tongue on her clit, running it up and down her folds. You heard her moan and tilt her head back as you closed your eyes, and focused on the witch. You sucked her clit in, feeling her leave a mess on your face. She was so wet, and she seemed so touch starved. You wondered if she enjoyed being in control, knowing everyone will bend to her will. You wondered when was the last time someone touched her. “Right there” she whispered and you sucked her clit in and circled it with your tongue. She almost suffocated you but occasionally leaned back, allowing you to take deep breaths in as you continued. Her moans sounded so soft and powerful, they made your whole body tingle. You kept going, not being aware of the time passing by. She chased your touch with her hips, pulling you closer. She didn’t announce when she was about to cum, she just did, you felt her muscles tense up in your mouth and saw her whole body shake. She gave you a satisfying smile, looking down at you with awe. “That’s a good girl,” she said, patting your head. You felt yourself get wet, at the smallest sign of praise.

“Come here,” she said, lifting your chin. You got up, staring into her eyes, your mouth still wet. You saw her move her hand and in a matter of seconds, you found yourself pressed against the wall. Her magic was pinning you to it, red lights forming around your body. The witch began moving closer to you, studying your body. Her hands groped your chest, pinching your nipples, teasing them by rolling them back and forth. “Such a pretty girl” she said, you felt a heartbeat form between your legs, practically wanting to beg for her to touch you more. She leaned in and gave you a kiss, her tongue running into your mouth, tasting herself off of it. Her hands slid down your stomach, finding a way into your pants. “You’re so wet,” she teased, her mouth stayed open and you could feel her breath on your lips. “You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? having your holes filled by mommy?” you heard her whisper as your panties dropped to the floor along with your pants. Her fingers entered your pussy and you saw her smirk as you closed your eyes at the sensation. “Fuck” you managed to whisper. Her grip was strong, she moved slowly at first, teasing you, you had a feeling she enjoyed doing so, seeing the corners of her lips lift. You felt her breath move to your neck as she moved her fingers in and out of you. You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, she felt so good, being restrained by her felt so good, unlike anything you have imagined. “Stay quiet,” she said, increasing her pace, you felt your walls clench around her fingers. “You don’t want anyone to hear what a slut you are, do you?” she mocked you, and you only felt yourself getting more soaked. “Be good for mommy” she said, not stopping. You did everything you could to hold your moans in, letting them escape in the form of grunts as you clenched your teeth tight. “Let me cum” you managed to whisper, feeling your orgasm come and drift away as she changed her pace. “Please...” you added, feeling yourself get to the edge, tears forming in your eyes. “I’ll let you cum when I want to,” she said, kissing your neck. You felt her suck on it violently and were sure that it would leave a mark. She kissed the side of it, moving down to your collarbones. Despite the teasing she quickened up her pace, making you a mess, your thighs were soaked, and you were ashamed of how wet she had made you. She was a villain you were supposed to be fighting after all. “That’s right,” she said, her voice satisfied, as she felt your muscles tense and watched your body tremble. You dropped down to the floor, her magic easing up the fall. You loved the look on her face, she looked so pleased with you, her eyes open wide. She watched you gasp for air as you sat on the floor, looking up at her.

“I want to taste you,” the witch said, she dropped down to her knees, and spread your legs open with her magic. She looked up at you and you felt your heart stop for a moment, catching her stare. Wanda set her mouth on your clit, sucking it in. You’ve never felt as desperate as you did then, her tongue made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. Your thighs began to shake at the sensation. “Wanda-” you let out a soft whine, as you felt your body getting hot. Wanda's hands found a way to hold onto your thighs as she drew patterns on your clit with her tongue, moving her head up and down and side to side. You clenched your jaw again, not being able to hold back the moans, you wondered if someone had heard you, or if she placed a spell on the room, one that prevented people from locating her. She took her mouth off of you, just to slap your already sensitive pussy, you jerked up at the sensation, clenching your wrists tight. You were sure if there was something you could hold onto, you would’ve ripped it apart by now. “Quiet, be a good slut” she ordered, sliding two of her fingers into you. You nodded your head, tilting your head back. You couldn’t help but let your mouth open, letting out a soft whine. Wanda placed her mouth back on your sweet spot, moving her fingers in and out of you. You could barely handle it, the combination of your inner and outer holes being taken care of by her. You grabbed onto her hair, pulling her head closer to you. “Please” you whispered again, as you got lost in the feeling of her taking care of your body. She quickened up her pace, making your thighs tremble. You felt your whole body shiver and your muscles release as you cummed with her inside of you. You took your hand off her hair, tucking some of it being her ear, as you tried to catch your breath. “Such a good girl,” Wanda said, coming closer to you to stroke your face. “I think I should make you my personal toy,” she said, smiling, a spark of evil running through her eyes. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” she said, running her fingers through your thighs, they still trembled at the sensation. “Answer me,” she said, grabbing your cheeks into her hands, and forcing you to look up at her. “Yes…” you whispered, you wanted to kiss her, her lips looked so soft, glowing in the lighting. You moved closer, and desperately pressed your lips against hers, they tasted like you, and a mix of sweat and chapstick. You wrapped your arms around her neck and didn’t want to stop but you did eventually, as you tried to catch your breath. She smiled, stroking your face with her hands. “You’re such a cute thing,” she said, a smile forming on her face. She pulled you closer to her arms, and you laid your head on her chest, her hand stroking your hair. How could you not love her? where she seemed so lovable? Yet so cruel and mad at the same time. You looked for the good things in her to try and justify all the bad she’s done. You felt guilty for lying in her arms, but the guilt washed away as the comfort of her touch settled in. You wondered when she’d leave and if you’d ever see her again.

Some time passed by, enough for you to be able to breathe normally, your body recovering from her touch. “I have to go,” she said, her voice low and husky. “No” you managed to say, quicker than you were able to think. You hated how pathetic you sounded, a sense of defeat in your voice. She caught your gaze, and looked into your eyes for a minute, caressing your hair. “This won’t be the last time I see you, I promise,” she said. You wanted to believe her so you did, but a part of you wondered if she was lying. “I have some things to take care of” the witch placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, giving you a tight hug. You wondered where she’d go next. She used her magic to create new clothes for you, covering up your lower body in newly made jeans. “I’ll see you again,” she said, getting up. You hated how losing her felt. You were too astonished to say anything, a part of you wondering if this is just some dream, a vivid imagination. You lifted your hand to wave at her, seeing her walk away. She smiled at you before doing so, and disappeared, not using the door. Your back pressed against the wall again, and you took deep breaths in, trying to recover from all that has happened.

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