Marvel: Death Dealer

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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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