Marvel: Death Dealer

Dante noticed Fury wasn’t alone inside the quinjet. Maria Hill was also aboard, and she had the task of guiding Natasha toward the ‘secure chamber’ at the rear of the quinjet. They had made a special area to escort Natasha. Maria ushered Natasha in and stepped back out. The door slid shut without a sound, making it more secure than Norman Osborn’s vault.

Natasha dropped onto the bench inside as if it was nothing out of the ordinary and rolled her shoulders against the cold metal. “The glamorous life of a prisoner.”

“Doesn’t suit my bride.”

His voice directly reached her mind. Her eyes snapped wide and darted around the empty cell. Recovering her composure quickly, thanks to her ample experience, she lifted a cloth to cover the lower half of her face and whispered into it.

“Dante?”

“It’s me.” He conveyed the thought through telepathy. “Just tagging along to escort you home.”

It wouldn’t hurt to scout where Natasha was being held. The information would be valuable when he decided to break her out.

He revealed himself in the seat beside her. “They made a nice, cozy cell for you.”

“Are you sure about this? They have cameras everywhere.”

“No, they don’t.”

He had already swept the entire perimeter with his psionic senses. Not a single recording device or mics. Fury wasn’t getting sloppy; he didn’t think their most obedient weapon needed observing.

She tip-toed to the door and checked if the sound isolation of the room was enough to mute their voices. He didn’t leave it to luck, he didn’t have to. Death’s cloak isolated sounds, annihilating any possibility of any outsider listening in on them.

Natasha turned to him. “Don’t speak too loud just in case. Maria could be standing outside.”

He threw one leg over the other and spread his arms along the back of the bench, leaning back with the picture perfect definition of confidence bordering arrogance. “You’re practically their bitch. Why would they bother taking precautions with you?”

Natasha opened her mouth then closed it. The truth was as ugly as it was undeniable—she had willingly walked into the cage. As long as they held the Widows at gunpoint, SHIELD had zero reasons to to treat her like a threat.

“Fuck you.”

He glanced down. “Invite yourself.”

Natasha stared at him with a blank look, utterly unbothered by the provocation. The truth was, he wouldn’t mind doing something fun while the jet drifted desire way back to SHIELD HQ. The thought must have shown on his face, because her eyes narrowed sharply.

“Unless,” he said with a smirk. “You’re a coward—”

She pounced, hitting him with a speed that would have cracked a normal man’s ribs. She straddled his lap in one motion and firmly held his shoulders, her face hovering inches from his. “You think I won’t?”

“Nope. Nat is a big coward.”

“Then watch me.”

She slid her hands down the front of his shirt as she drew away from his lap, never breaking eye contact. She only stopped when she was crouched between his knees. Her fingers found the waistband of his pants, and she traced its edge slowly and teasingly, building tension in the air. Wearing a confident grin, she unhooked the button with a little flick.

“Don’t go limp on me now, lover boy.”

He was, for a moment, genuinely stunned. He hadn’t actually expected the childish bait to work. Natasha Romanoff was too level-headed to fall for such taunts. And yet here she was, on her knees, ready to undress him. He could unpack her reasons later. Right now, getting cold feet wasn’t an option.

Shifting a bit forward on the seat, he raised his hips and shoved both his shorts and boxers down. Telekinesis did the job of tossing them to the side. An half-erect penis twitched under Natasha’s warm breath. She stared at him, momentarily stunned, then her fingers brushed down the length. His cock hardened, prodding at her palm. As the penis slowly grew bigger and thicker, Natasha’s eyes also grew wider.

He reached out with a hand and stroked her head. “Surprised?”

“Just a little,” she whispered. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

He leaned back in the seat, his eyes half-lidded as Natasha’s fingers wrapped around his girth. Her grip was firm and confident like she was completely in control, which, to be fair, she usually was. She stroked him slowly at first, glancing up through her lashes with a look that made his heart race. Her demeanor was far from a seductress, however, the Red Room had trained her to be one when needed. Right now, that experience showed in spades.

“Do you like my touch?” she asked, brushing her thumb over the sensitive head with every pass, spreading the bead of precum that had already formed. “Does seeing the Black Widow on her knees… strokes that ego?”

He took a deep breath. “Very much.”

“I love an honest man,” she murmured in a teasing voice. Her breath brushed over his sensitive skin as she leaned closer. “I also envy you a little. Being honest is… it can be harder than torture.”

He let out a soft chuckle and brushed her hair. The red strands were silky between his fingers, and he combed through them gently. “Don’t worry. I’ll make an honest wife out of you.”

She snorted. “We’ll see about that.”

“Hmmm. Have I told you how much I love your hair?”

“No, but you just did.”

Natasha’s lips curved into a smile. She leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly along the underside of his cock, from base all the way to the tip, savoring the way he throbbed under her teasing.

“I love a compliment even if it’s a superficial one,” she whispered, then took him into her mouth properly. “Mhmm.”

The wet heat was immediate and overwhelming. His fingers tightened in her hair as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each descent. She was relentless, her tongue working him with expert precision while her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach. Every little hum she made around his shaft filled his mind with fog.

“Fuck, Nat,” he groaned. “You’re good at this.”

She pulled off just long enough to look up at him through her lashes, her red lips glistening with saliva. “Stop thinking and just feel.”

She dove back down, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing as she took him to the back of her throat. He kept playing with her hair, twisting the strands gently around his fingers. The contrast between her usual sharp wit and the sheer sensuality of what she was doing was driving him crazy.

“You’re enjoying this,” he spoke in a rough voice. “The great Black Widow on her knees for me… with SHIELD personnel nearby no less.”

Natasha pulled back with a wet pop and stroked him firmly while she caught her breath. “Quiet. You’ll get every man in SHIELD jealous.”

“Let them. I’m enjoying the privileges that come with being a groom.”

She chuckled before she leaned in and licked a slow stripe up his cock again. “Careful what you wish for. The next thing you know, Silvija and Felicia are hunting me down for stealing your heart. I’ve been hunted enough in life already.”

He laughed, still affectionately stroking her hair. “They aren’t the type to be jealous. Besides, my heart is big enough for all of them and you.”

“Arrogant bastard,” she whispered and took him deep again, faster than the last time.

His grip in her hair tightened as the pleasure built. Soon, he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hand fisted in her red locks and held the back of her head as he thrust up into her mouth. Natasha moaned around his cock, taking it eagerly, bracing herself on his thighs.

Letting a low groan, Dante came hard, spilling his load into her mouth in thick pulses. She swallowed every drop and milked him through it until there was nothing left to be sucked out. This might’ve been her attempt to stop no evidence from spilling on the scene, but the look on her face said she loved the taste as much as the practicality behind her action. Perhaps more than that.

He loosened his grip on her hair, breathing heavily. His eyes were still on hers. “Nat…”

She gave him a firm stroke and pulled back with a wet pop before she planted a long, loving kiss on the crown. “Yes, lover boy?”

“Can you stop calling me that? I’d rather you say husband or honey~.”

Her lips curled into a smirk. “I’m not creative with nicknames. I used to call my rifle Widow’s Kiss and my handy gauntlets Widow’s Bite.”

“What’s the problem? Those are great names.”

“For you.”

He extended a hand to help her up. Just as she tried to pull back her hand, he yanked, spun her with a twist of his wrist, and had her drop her into his lap with her back facing his chest. She could’ve easily dodged him. Her reflexes were better than this by miles. But she allowed him to have his way with her.

“What are you trying?”

He kissed the nape of her neck, slowly taking his time, as he slid his right hand down her arm and put it on her belly. “I can’t be the only one who gets fun. Let me return some.”

She took a shuddering breath. “Show me how good you are.”

Having received her permission, he found the zipper of her bodysuit and tugged it down slowly all the way to her navel. The cool air kissed her skin, making her shudder on his lap. For a few moments, he set his palm against the firm line of her abs and caressed them with all the attention in the world, unexpectedly getting a moan out of her.

“You’ve been working hard,” he murmured against her neck. “These deserve a little worship.”

“Flatterer.” She squirmed, getting agitated under his touch. “We don’t have all day. Start already.”

His hand slipped inside the open suit, tugging at the clasp of her bra and unhooking it with a single flick. He leaned around her and bit on the clasp before dragging it out.

She stared at him holding her bra in his mouth. “My SHIELD-issued bra… I don’t know when they’ll get me another.”

“I’ll buy you a whole shop.”

He dropped the bra on the side and reached his right hand inside her bodysuit, immediately feeling the softness of her breast in his palm. Natasha spread her V-line, revealing a pair of beautiful tits.

“Wow.”

“Don’t act like it’s your first time,” she said with a smirk, clearly appreciating his reactions. “You wanna suck on them?”

“No, I wanna eat them.”

He cupped one breast and brushed a slow circle over the nipple with his thumb until it was erect under his touch. Moving closer, he took the right tit in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

Natasha’s head tipped back against his shoulder as her breath grew heavier.

He sucked lovingly for a few moments then tugged at her nipple between his teeth. Her reaction was an adorable moan as she dug her fingers into his thighs. His free hand kneaded the other breast, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly when she arched into him. He released the nipple with a wet sound and kissed his way up her chest, her collarbone, her neck, her jaw.

A quick kiss was planted on her cheek. But when he went for another, she turned and made their lips touch awkwardly.

“Nat, stop messing with my pace.”

She chuckled. “It’s my body you’re toying with. Let me joke around a bit, alright?”

“No.”

Dante reached up and held her jaw firmly before going for her mouth. She didn’t attempt to mess with him this time. The kiss was messy and heated as Natasha dropped all pretense and showed her hungry side that was eager for a man’s touch. For a whole minute, they forgot everything and indulged in each other.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he whispered with a smile. “Miss Black Widow is an experienced kisser.”

She let out a hot sigh. “Keep going.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Reaching down, she got a hold of his cock in her hands. “I’ll reward my good lover boy.”

The redhead stroked his cock gently while his hand slid under the waistband of her panties and found her already slick. She moaned softly as his fingers parted her, then he caressed her wet folds while rubbing his thumb over her clit. She jerked in his lap, squirming lower until she pressed his towering cock against the smooth latex-like material of her bodysuit. He rolled his hips once, grinding the length of his cock along the cleft of her ass and the back of her thighs, and within the clasp of her hand, finding a sense of pleasure through the friction.

Natasha noticed his reaction. Instead of pulling away, she released her grip on him and closed her thighs around him, trapping him, giving him a tighter passage to rub against.

“Fuck,” he sighed against her neck. “That’s cheating.”

“You’re enjoying it.” Her voice was rough, but the smirk was signature Black Widow. She closed her thighs, squeezing him even more. “Wanna see who comes first?”

He bit on her shoulder. “You’ll lose.”

Rather than answering him, she gyrated her hips, making him moan from the pressure. He didn’t sit idly and answered back by working two fingers into her while his thumb kept circling her clit. The redhead was already wet but with his actions she was dripping. Natasha gave a groan mixed with impatience and pleasure. But she wasn’t playing to lose. She resumed her jerking, building up a steady rhythm to slide his cock against herself, the head catching and dragging with every thrust. He kissed her neck and dipped down to plant a love bite onto the curve of her breast while his fingers curled inside her.

“Look at you,” he murmured against her skin, growing fond of her lovely moans in his ears. “SHIELD’s deadliest weapon, dripping all over their enemy’s hand. What would Fury and Maria say?”

“He’ll think I’m laying down a trap.” She rocked down onto his fingers, chasing the pressure, while giving his cock the time of its life with her thighs. “Little does he know I’m the one lying on your web.”

The answer perfectly encapsulated what he’d enjoy hearing at the moment, which was a terrifying sign of her seduction skills. He pinched her clit and whispered the question he was most curious about, “Whose side are you really on?”

“It’s a tough choice… nghhh~! Between my groom, my organization, and… my family.”

He bit gently at her nipple then moved up to kiss her lips. “I’ll make the choice easy for you. Soon, you’ll be all mine.”

“I’ll be waiting—mhph!”

The quadruple assault of his hand on her left breast, his fingers thumb over her wet insides, and her perky clit, then the cock grinding relentlessly between her thighs and prodding her pussy over the bodysuit—she was getting worked up on every front. He added his skillful, passionate kiss into the mix, building up her arousal like nothing else had in her colorful life. Her breathing grew ragged, then she threw her back and moaned sweetly as her hips jolted for him.

“Dante, stop,” she pleaded, forcing her eyes shut in the face of relentless pleasure. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“I want you crazy,” he murmured against her lips. “For me only.”

She fisted his hair and pushed him back to her right breast. He sucked on her nipple, barely suppressing the urge to use Biokinesis to make her milk. However, such tasteful experiences had to be done in the quiet and coziness of a bedroom rather than a flying jet. They could be interrupted at any moment, which would ruin the whole thing.

He noticed signs of approaching climax through her tremors and how she clawed the back of his head impatiently. “Don’t hold back. Show me how the infamous Black Widow cums in the arms of her groom.”

A breathless groan left her lips. “I am—”

She broke with a choked, bitten-off sound as her thighs clamped hard around his cock. Her wet folds pulsed around his fingers, squeezing them like it was something else. The squeeze, the warmth, the seductive expression, and the way she shook in his arms—it dragged him over to his own climax. He buried his face in her soft breast and thrust wildly against her bodysuit. Moments later, he also came, spilling hot across the insides of her thighs and the slick material of her black suit. His hips jerked through the whole climax until there was nothing left to shoot.

For an entire minute, they just sat there, tangled and panting. The only sounds in their world were their breathing and the humming engines of the quinjet. Anyone could see how comfortable and safe she felt in his arms.

He lifted his head from her breast and buried it in her neck. Her hair was damp with sweat despite the cold air surrounding them, but she still smelled like herself. “Nat.”

“One sec.” Natasha exhaled slowly, regaining her composure after that thrilling climax. “You sure they didn’t hear me moaning my lungs out?”

“As if I’d let you bless anyone with those.” He breathed in her scent again, which had her shivering momentarily, before he softly kissed her nape. “Told you you’re mine.”

“Not yet, champ.” She tried to straighten, but he wrapped his left arm around her waist and held her tight in his embrace. “Dante, I don’t mind snuggling. Your warmth… is stupidly comfy, but I have to clean up. You never know when Maria decides to check on her favorite prisoner.”

“You can’t leave without explaining this.” He ditched his cocky tone and went for a sincere, heartwarming voice. “I don’t think you’re in love with me. Black Widow doesn’t fall for men so easily. This wasn’t a deal either. So why?”

Natasha was silent for a moment, taking in breaths to steady herself. “I don’t do love. It’s nothing more than teenagers’ fantasy. But,” she murmured, turning to gaze into his eyes. “After everything you’ve done for me, I wouldn’t mind a casual relationship. I enjoy the way you treat me… and you’re fucking good with those fingers.”

He couldn’t help but puff a bit. Natasha was this appreciative of his skills when he hadn’t given her the real deal.

She noticed his reaction but continued without commenting on it, “What I’m gonna say might sound corny as hell, but you challenged me to be a better person. I don’t think I need more to date a person.”

That was simpler, and somehow a more wholesome reason, than anything he had expected. Frankly, he was in the same boat. A casual relationship suited them best for now. The weight on her shoulder and her own personality would stop her from ever making any grand commitments.

Natasha pressed her hand against his cheek and brushed her thumb over his lower lip. “Who knows. Maybe I end up becoming your bride for real. This world’s had less surprising twists.”

He kissed her thumb. “It’s inevitable, Miss Spy.”

“Greedy villain.” She chuckled warmly, then suddenly, her eyes narrowed with mischief. “Honey… how long do you plan to stick your fingers in me?”

Withdrawing his hand from inside her bodysuit, he licked his slick fingers without breaking eye contact. She stared as he shamelessly lapped at her fluids, savoring it like it was honey. “Same flavor tone as that Russian vodka Piotr made me chug the other day.”

“Is that a classy compliment or a jab at my age?”

He licked his fingers again. “What do you think?”

“The Court’s verdict is that Dante might be in love with Natasha Romanoff’s body.”

“Spot on.”

She patted his cheek, then grimaced down at the mess on her thighs. “You’re cleaning this up, honey. I’m not entering SHIELD HQ smelling like you.”

“They’ll understand. Everyone knows whose bride you are,” he said, grabbing her bra with his telekinesis. “Alright, I’ll help for a price.”

“Of course your greedy heart still isn’t satisfied.” She rolled her eyes, but she still stayed on his lap. “Name it later. Help me get dressed first.”

He slipped the bra back into place and the cups around her breasts. Before covering them completely he took one last, appreciative look, as though carving their shape and size in his memory. Her exaggerated face had no effect on him. He gave the perky pair a gentle farewell pat, like he was saying goodbye to old friends.

“I’m gonna miss you two.”

She put the bra back on and pulled the zipper, completely covering her in the proper Black Widow getup.. “Stop being overdramatic.”

“I’m not.” He kissed her cheek one last time before freeing her from his embrace. “Next time, we’ll go all the way.”

She reached down and poked at the crown of his flaccid member. “Next time, you’ll lose the game.”

“More like you’ll be screaming my name when I eat you out.”

“...”

He helped clean her bodysuit, then ran his fingers through her hair until every strand fell back into place. The flight was still ongoing, so he pulled her back in his arms and walked her through his plan of getting her out. She listened carefully and gave her own advice. Her experience far exceeded his, which meant anything she said had some value to solidifying the strategy. By the end, they had a plan that completely put Natasha’s heart at ease.

She showed a refreshing smile on her face, which made her look even more dazzling. “I can’t wait.”

“I can’t wait either,” he whispered, looking away. “Natasha will be my sixth.”

Natasha prodded his ribs with her elbow. “Stop daydreaming.”

Their playful, affectionate time soon came to an end as the jet began to slow down. He reversed the sound isolation from Death’s cloak and concealed himself.

Natasha took a proper sitting posture like that of a soldier. It only took a few minutes for the door to slide open.

Maria Hill paused on the other side of the door and raised an eyebrow. “Agent Romanoff… why do you look flushed? Should I call in a specialist?”

The redness in Natasha’s cheeks was purely sex flush—the aftermath of everything kissing, snuggling, caressing, and the other intimate acts they had just done with each other. However, Maria would never reach that conclusion. In her eyes, Natasha had been alone in a sealed cell. Maria was also aware that Natasha’s professional ethics wouldn’t allow her to engage in sexual activities here.

Natasha cleared her throat into her fist. “I overdrew my powers earlier. This… side effect will fade away with some rest.”

Her cheeks flushed even more at the lie since she knew Dante was hearing everything.

Maria’s concern eased. “Then let’s get you back.”

Natasha gestured for her to lead, so she turned and began walking. Natasha lingered for a moment longer, glancing over her shoulder, right where he stood invisible.

“Come.”

He nodded and followed after her.

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