"I'm going to fuck you."
He'd softened a bit as he'd focused on eating Nat out, but those words were electric to him, and they shot straight to his cock. She noticed him twitch and chuckled "Eager, are we?" Her hand encircled his shaft, fingers gliding up and down teasingly.
"Oh Merlin." Harry moaned "Nat."
"Does that feel good?" She purred. Harry nodded wordlessly. It wasn't just having her hand on his cock… it was everything about her. Her voice, when she wanted it to be, was like liquid sex- a weapon as devastating to him as a Veela's allure. And her body… oh. She had the curves of a supermodel. Her breasts were full and firm, yet also looked natural on her, it was a constant struggle, keeping his eyes and hands away from them. Yet underneath those curves, hid the lithe, powerful muscles of an athlete- it was clear from the definition of her abs, the power of her legs when they had wrapped around him, and her arms as they pinned him down. And she had the confidence to match, she was like a huntress that had caught her prey and was about to devour it.
"Its just my hand, babe." She teased, continuing to lightly stroke him "Do you think you can handle being inside me?" Harry just moaned, unsure of how to respond. "Have you even done this before?"
"Yes!" Harry protested defensively, before trailing off with an awkward "Once…"
Nat chuckled "Let me guess, a highschool sweetheart, you lost your virginity together."
"Er, yeah." That was basically it. Ginny had cornered him the night of his seventeenth birthday, and though he'd put up a noble effort, she was if anything- persistent. He'd felt conflicted about it after the fact, but looking back he was grateful to have that memory of her.
"So, you've never been with a real woman." Nat purred, and Harry shivered "And its been so long for you, hasn't it?" She added sympathetically "You know what I think? I think you ate me out because you knew that you wouldn't be able to stand a second inside me."
Harry whined, which she took as confirmation. "So noble, and generous. I think you deserve…" She lowered herself on him, and it was… indescribable. Warm, wet, firm, enveloping, coaxing, overwhelming first just around his cockhead, but with each inch of him she engulfed a little more of his awareness evaporated, the world closing in on him. Don't cum don't cum don't cum played in his mind like a mantra, and somehow, he held on even as she fully sheathed him in her even as he let out a bare whimper.
Adding to Harry's struggle was Nat's own reactions- the way her eyelids fluttered when she took his cockhead, the low, sensual moan she let out as she savored each inch of him, ending with a "Fuck yessss." She stayed like that for a long moment, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes as she savored the feeling of him inside her.
"I can feel you twitching inside of me." She said. Her pussy then did something Harry had no idea it could do, it squeezed around him, giving his cock a massage that drew a strangled cry from him. "You're desperate to give in." She pulled herself back up, her inner walls and lips clinging to his shaft "Why fight it? You know you can't resist this pussy.". She then re-sheathed him in one smooth, forceful, motion, and Harry gave a choked cry. It was so good, he was losing it. "Cum. Cum."
And so he did. He came like he never had before, each blinding pulse of pleasure milked by Nat's powerful inner muscles he spilled himself in her again and again and again until he was completely spent. Even then, as Harry lay gasping on the bed, Nat wasn't done. "That's a good boy." She moaned, her hips rocking against his. Despite his orgasm, he was still mostly hard, and she was doing her best keep it that way. "Have you ever been fucked that good before?"
Harry gulped, not wanting to say a bad word about Ginny… but come on. "No." Nat moaned, bringing her fingers to her sex and rubbing. He realized then, that she was building herself up to another orgasm, his cock twitched at the revelation, and he found himself getting a second wind. His hands went up to her breasts, as they'd been itching to do for a while now. He couldn't help the moan of appreciation at the soft, supple feel of them, how they practically molded themselves against his hands. His cock twitched again, a thrill tingling through his shaft as it engorged.
Nat moaned and began to rock her hips, grinding in a way that wasn't immensely pleasurable for him, but seemed to please her, judging by her moans and the rapturous expression on her face. Her motions were exploratory at first, but after perhaps half a minute he hit a spot deep inside her that drew a cry from her. From there, she rocked her hips in short, concise motions, grinding his cockhead against that spot again and again all while her fingers rubbed vigorously at her clit. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" She cried, her pitch growing higher with each repetition, until, with a final spasm, she went rigid. Her back arched, pressing her breasts into his hands and throwing her head back as she cried out.
He was surprised at how little time it took, the combination of her fingers and his cock must have been potent. After she spent herself, she leaned forward, supporting herself above him with both hands on his chest. Tangled hair cascading down, flushed, sweat-slick and breathless, she was a erotic sight. "Hey." She panted.
"Hey." He mirrored.
"You're still hard." He'd slid out of her pussy, but was pressing ardently against her abdomen, but Harry was willing to let it go if she was satisfied.
"Your fault." He smirked "But its okay, you don't have to- ahn!" He gasped as she sheathed him within her once more. He could only moan as the feel of her pussy around him robbed him of coherence.
"What was that, babe?" She teased. "Do you want me to stop?" She had him there. Still, she had to be getting a little tired. So, it was with that altruistic motive that flipped them over.
Nat regarded him with amusement. "Taking charge?" She asked, in an indulgent tone.
"Thought you could use a break." He grinned "Hate to see you do all the work." He'd slipped out of her in the move, and so adjusted himself so that his cockhead was pressed against her slit.
"I'd hardly call that work." She returned "Now are you- uhng!" Whatever she was going to say was cut off by a gasp as he thrust into her.
"You were saying?" He grunted as he too struggled to contain himself.
She hooking her legs around his hips and thrust upward, pushing him deeper. "Shut up and fuck me."
Harry wasn't going to make it quite so simple however. He spent a good several minutes, trying out several slight changes to his position and angle, much to her consternation, until one lucky thrust caused her to yelp. Their eyes met, sharing the same unspoken thought- fuck.
Now, Harry began in earnest, precisely holding himself in position even as it became uncomfortable. Her cries were more than enough encouragement for him. "Ah! Ah! AH! Ahh FUCK! FUCK! FuckfuckFUCK!"
The only problem was that he was also getting close. As much as he tried to fight it, she just felt so good. Even after the orgasm of his life, his body was just primed for her's. So it was with great regret that he broke down "Oh fuck! I'm close, Nat! I'm fucking close!"
Instead of disappointment, Nat reacted with… extreme enthusiasm. "Give it to me. Fucking give it to me. Fucking cum!" She demanded, that wild, intense look in her eye again. Her legs clamped down on him, powerful thighs not giving him a choice by to burry himself deep in her.
"Cuming!" He cried out at last, hips jerking forward in one final, shuddering thrust. Once again, he spilled himself into Nat's irresistible femininity, but this time, incredibly, she joined him. Knowing that they were coming together, seeing the look of ecstasy on her face, along with the sensation of her pulsing around him only fueled his climax, which rivaled his first of the night.
He knew it was probably just the hormones talking, but he felt connected to her in that moment- like they were two lost people sharing something beautiful. He didn't know how long they laid there, pressed together, first cumming, the savoring the afterglow. He was only brought out of this state by the feel of Nat's fingers tracing the back of his hand.
"What's this?" She asked "You don't strike me as a liar."
Harry didn't need to ask what she was talking about. He knew what had been carved into the back of his hand. "I'm not. That, was for telling the truth." He looked away, not wanting to see how she reacted, and so he missed the sad, sympathetic look in her eyes as she grazed her lips across the back of his hands.
"Hey." She said, climbing on top of him and kissing him. God, just feeling her soft curves and hard muscle against body did things to him, and Nat noticed. "Wait, are you still hard?"
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Nat awoke to the blaring of an alarm. "Shit."
Harry was stumbling out of bed, it was early. She blinked blearily… right, he had work. "Sorry, I need to get ready." He said. "Make yourself at home… or, well, do whatever you want, really." She smiled at his awkward way of saying she was welcome to stay if she wanted.
The smile slid off her face when she realized what she'd just gotten herself into. Shit. Harry didn't see her shift in mood as he'd just gotten into the shower, which left Nat to contemplate her situation.
They'd gone at it all night- alternating between primal fucking and basking in the afterglow. She knew he was young, but his stamina was unbelievable. At several points, he'd assured her it was alright to stop, but some part of her feminine pride had taken it as a challenge and he'd been simply unable to resist her. She never particularly considered herself insatiable- the Red Room and her previous employers had encouraged her sexuality, but as a tool, not something for her own sake. Enjoying it was one thing, but craving it, not being able to get enough? That was new, something this near stranger had drawn from her.
As amazing as the night had been, she really shouldn't have slept with him. It wasn't like she wasn't disallowed to, if she judged the situation called for it, but it just brought up too many complications. Especially when the mark was someone like Harry.
At the same time, part of her didn't regret it. Part of her, the selfish part of her, would jump right back in bed with him if she got the chance. It wasn't fair to him, he thought she was just a girl, but she wasn't. She was an agent, an agent investigating him, and when he found out… her stomach curdled at the thought.
She decided to cut one problem off at the pass when Harry left the shower. "Hey, just so we're on the same page- this is just a casual thing."
Harry nodded, his eyes unreadable. "I figured, you're just here on a business trip."
She shrugged "I'd be happy to hook up again, though."
Harry smiled brilliantly, giving her a warm, fluttering feeling in her chest. He really was beautiful when he smiled. "I'd like that… tonight?"
"It's a date."
After he left, she cursed herself. A conversation that was supposed to close things down had somehow left them open ended. She grit her teeth in frustration. She needed to figure him out soon, before things got too… complicated. Now that he was gone, this was the perfect opportunity to investigate.
Harry's two room flat was not impressive, but it also wasn't, as she had speculated, baren of any personal touches. The first thing that caught her attention were the drawings- they were black sketches on white canvas, each one drawn out in detail. A bushy haired girl and a freckled boy, both smiling up at her. A freckled girl's features drawn with loving care. Many other faces brought to life.
These were all real people, she realized. They were all people Harry had known, loved. Friends, family? A second realization- there were no photos of them. These drawings were all he had.
Feeling melancholy, she directed her gaze to the largest picture, a landscape featuring the base of a castle, a lake, and a small, thatched hut interspersed with trees and people. This couldn't be real as well, could it?
Harry also had an eclectic collection of books, slotted haphazardly in a bookshelf. She immediately picked out several titles about Arthurian legend, from her browsing of the summary they seemed to focus on the historical origins of the stories.
'Merlin' he had cursed, completely naturally.
There was a book on medieval alchemy, one about cryptids, legends about vampires and werewolves, histories on witch burnings, several covering different mythologies- Egyptian, Greek, Norse, many on Native American religions. Another set of books that drew her eye- Hydra- Science and Magic, The Cult of Hydra. Then there was a rather bulky book- Castles of Britain and Ireland.
Something clicked in her mind, she looked back at the landscaped he had painstakingly drawn, no doubt in her mind now that this place was real. 'Lived in a castle' he had said last night- a truth hidden in a joke.
She felt something ominous crest over her. All these books- mythologies and legends. They were fiction- or were they? Fury had warned her that there was more to the world than it seemed, that she had to be prepared for anything. How much did he know? She'd heard the rumors about Skrulls, how Fury lost his eye, though even Coulson remained tight lipped about the truth of them. But now, it seemed like aliens were just the beginning.
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"Status, Agent Romanoff." Hill said formally.
"I'm secure." She replied, hesitating to continue. "I'm at the target's apartment."
She could practically hear Maria's eyebrows shoot up. "To be clear there was never an expectation…"
"I made a judgement call." She said shortly "At the moment I have a lot of speculation but not a lot of hard proof."
"Speculate away." Maria invited.
"I feel confident that he is enhanced. He let enough slip to indicate as much." She paused to collect her thoughts "He has words carved into the back of his hand."
"Words?" She'd noticed them while they were cuddling, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms. The letters scarred across the back of his hand told her far more than what they spelled out.
"Torture." Natasha bit out "I must not tell lies."
"So, part of some sort of cult, or covert organization. Maybe he's a product of some sort of experimentation." Hill surmised. "It would explain the lack of records."
"Yes." She agreed "There's more, though. He used 'Merlin' as a curse." She could feel Maria's eyebrows rise again "He has books on Arthurian legend."
"He could just be eccentric." Maria reasoned.
"I know, but… I've got a gut feeling about this."
"Your gut?" Maria probed, and Natasha felt her cheeks heat, remember her identical barb to Harry last night. "Right, anything else interesting on his bookshelf?" It was clear from her tone that she wasn't expecting much, and Natasha felt deflated.
"Legends and mythologies- Aztec, Norse, Greek…"
"Wait." Hill interrupted with sudden urgency. "Did you just say Norse?"
"Yes. What of it?"
Hill hesitated "It may be relevant to you, and most of Shield already knows, apparently. Thor the God of Thunder just visited New Mexico."