"I'm going to give you a choice, Wanda." Harry said. "I can give you blanket permission to cum, but you won't be able to feel me." He could cut her off, wall her from his mind with Occlumency. "Or you can keep feeling me, every twitch and tingle of my cock, but you won't be able to cum until the very end of the session."
Wanda's lips parted in a gasp. He knew just what an agonizing choice he'd foisted on her. If he'd demanded she cut out their other partners as well, it would have made her choice far too easy. Regardless, he knew what she'd choose, but that didn't mean he couldn't help speed along her decision. He took his achingly hard cock in hand, looked Wanda in the eye and stroked it. "Focus on my cock." His voice dipped low. He knew her every weak point, as well as she knew them herself. Fuck, he's so hard. Her thoughts leaked out. "You love how it feels, throbbing and powerful, compared to that cute little hole between your legs."
Yes. Wanda thought, her breath hitching unevenly.
"You love feeling me penetrating a woman. You're obsessed with how it feels when I'm inside a wet, warm hole. You love feeling how a pussy flutters around my cock, you love feeling women cum around it."
"Yes." She said, her voice trembling.
"But most of all, you're addicted to feeling me cum. You love feeling me pump my cum into a woman, claiming her."
"I want to feel your cock." She said.
Harry smiled, leaning in to kiss her. "I thought you might. Don't worry, you'll get to cum at the end. And if it ever becomes too much, you can safeword out."
Wanda nodded, giggling nervously. I'm in danger.
He turned to the assembled women. The image was potently erotic, like a drug straight to Harry's nervous system. It was something beyond even his wildest teenage fantasies- a half dozen women lined up, at his beck and call. He glanced back at Yelena and Maria, both were still comatose on the bed. He couldn't believe he'd affected them so, overwhelmed them so quickly. Even Natasha, the strongest willed woman he knew, was a little wobbly on her feet.
You've never been more powerful, Harry. Wanda said. And you're projecting that power right now. Its like an electric charge in the air, and it's very hot. I can practically feel it buzzing at my clit, all of us can.
It doesn't hurt that you're actively trying to make them as randy as possible.
It doesn't, no. She thought with pride.
"Well." Harry announced to the room. "Who'd like to be next?"
There was a second of silence where everyone processed his words. Ginny and Shuri reacted at the same time. "Me!" Ginny said, while Shuri sidled up to him.
"Wait in line." Shuri hissed as Ginny tried to elbow her aside.
"It should be me." Ginny retorted. "I was his first- the first to have his cock." She declared it like a badge of honor. "The first to make him cum."
Amazingly, the two women started to grapple. It wasn't a full-on fight, but clearly each was trying to assert dominance. "I bore him a son." Shuri snapped back. "I betrayed my bloodline for him. I was persecuted for letting a white man seed my womb."
While the two were fighting, Skye made the most compelling argument of all. She bypassed both women to stand right in front of Harry, grabbed her breasts and bounced them. When his attention was duly captured, she turned around and bent over, presenting her leaking sex to him. She spread apart her lips with her fingers. "Use me, daddy." She begged.
Harry was magnetically pulled to her, putting his hands at her hips as he positioned himself at her slit. His mind suddenly was deluged- he could feel how Skye felt, and he had no doubt that this was Wanda's doing. He could feel how her body tingled at his very presence, how she wanted to wrap herself around him and just be close to him. He felt the need in her core, an emptiness stoked as he teasingly dragged his cockhead along her slit. He could hear her internal monologue, how her mind obsessed and spiraled, mirroring her words. "Please daddy." She mewled as he continued to tease her. "I- Ah!" He ground against her clit. "I wanna cum on your cock."
Most of all, though, he felt how she felt about him. It awed him, how she trusted him, how she'd put her life, heart and soul into his hands without a second thought. He felt a sudden resolve to never let her down, or do anything to shake that trust, he wanted to be worthy of the faith she had in him. He was also struck by how she saw herself- as his right hand, as an agent of his will. Her dedication to him bowled him over.
If he were ever to somehow turn 'dark', he didn't think any of his lovers would go with him, but Skye… Skye might.
Harry lifted Skye up and placed her on the bed, laying on her back. He wanted to look into her eyes when they did this. "Skye." He cooed. "I love you." Then he slipped in, feeling Skye's bliss at being filled mingle with his own as he sank deeper into her. "Cum for me."
His command struck her like a bolt of lightning. He let her ride out her bliss as he bottomed out in her, she deserved it all and more. "There you go." He soothed as she calmed down. He pulled out and thrusted back into her. "Cum again."
Harry hadn't considered what it'd be like to be 'compelled' to orgasm. He'd assumed that it just… happened, but that wasn't quite right. He could feel how the words curled in her mind, how every sensation she felt reverbed and amplified until it was too much for her. Offering some form of stimulation to focus on helped the process along greatly. No wonder Nat was so out of it, he'd barely been touching her at all when he'd commanded her- that must have been a mindfuck.
Harry made Skye cum this way two more times, until her mind was so overwhelmed that he felt bad pushing her further. He pulled out, intending on giving her a break, but the moment his cock was free from her she whined in distress. Then Nat was behind him, growling in his ear. "No, show that little slut what you can really do to her."
Harry was then hit by what Natasha was feeling. She'd done a complete 180 on her original plan, and now wanted nothing more than the help him dominate every woman in the room, especially Wanda. Beneath her devious lust, though, was her love. They'd been through so much together, and that time had forged an iron bond between them. He was the father of her child, the one who had shown her what it was like to be a part of a family, her partner, her lover, the one who had brought her back from the brink of despair. He felt her commitment to him, her singular determination to be there by his side to the very end.
"That's what you want, right Skye?" Nat called.
Skye nodded, her eyes glassy. "Yesss." She moaned. "Please daddy, teach me. Show me." Silently, she added- break me on your cock, make me addicted to it. Mold me around it. I'll be your good little vibrator, daddy.
Caught between two irresistible forces, he gave in. He began to fuck Skye properly, pumping in a steady rhythm as he commanded regular orgasms out of her. Soon, her mind was dispelled, and she lived completely in the moment. "I'm close." He announced. He wasn't expecting a response, but somehow Skye gave one- she began to vibrate. She'd activated her entire body. Around his shaft, he felt her slick walls thrum with a deep, base vibration. He couldn't help but hilt deep in her with one final thrust, letting the sensations permeate him. Every part of her that he touched was buzzing, and even her voice warbled along with the vibrations. He came, and it was all that he could do to remember to let her cum along with him.
This time, when he pulled back, Skye sported a big, dopey smile. She hugged herself, rolling up in a blanket and latching onto Nat when she went to check on her.
He pushed himself back off the bed, and found Ginny, Shuri, Luna, and Rogue lined up for him. He went to each of them in turn and 'inspected' them. He approached Ginny first, enjoying how her breath hitched as he neared her, and how her entire body trembled when he caressed her breast. But then he moved on, and she stifled a whine. Luna eagerly pressed her chest into his hand as he gave her the same treatment. Shuri presented her chest to him as well, but instead he gave her arse a playful smack. "Are you just going to tease us all day?" Ginny griped in what Harry immediately recognized as an attempt to brazen her way through her vulnerability.
"Why don't you show us?" Shuri snarked.
"Alright, all of you cum." Harry said. He was unprepared to see all four women cum simultaneously. They each came in their own way- with how their bodies move, the way their faces twisted, the pitch their voices rose to. The experience was so heady, that he wanted a repeat. "Again." He said, as soon as they recovered, and watched them break again. God, this could be addicting. "Again." He said, before any of their orgasms had a chance to wind down. Ginny exploded into a squirting orgasm, while Shuri writhed and twitched on the floor. Rogue had curled up into a ball as she trembled. Luna just moaned and moaned, staring sightlessly up at the ceiling as her peak extended long past her two companions'.
Ginny, the first to recover crawled up to him, hugging his leg. "Oh Merlin, Harry." She moaned. "You- I…" He felt her mind now and was bowled over by the intensity of her love for him. She'd loved him so deeply, for so long. He was her first love and her last love, her childhood hero and the man she wanted to father her children. Harry felt honored to have such a place in her heart. And he was thrilled to see how much she wanted him right now, how her mind eroticized everything about him, every feature and tic.
Harry fondled her breast again. "So, you don't mind if I tease you now?" He grinned. "I could stop if you want."
"Don't stop!" Ginny burst out. "Touch me however you want."
Harry sat on the bed, and Ginny pulled herself up against him. She didn't get far, however, because as Harry swept his hand along her body, caressing her thighs, her knees began to shake. He ran his hand up her thigh, closer to her sex. "Ineedtocum." Ginny said quickly.
"Already?" Harry asked.
"Shut up!" Ginny snapped, before immediately regretting it. "No! Wait, I'msorry." Ginny Weasley, apologizing for being rude? Now Harry had seen everything. He pulled her onto his lap and could feel how much she was dripping. Ginny groaned, her body tensing in that now familiar pattern that Harry knew to be a denied orgasm.
He took pity on her. "Cum." He said, holding Ginny as she fell apart.
Ginny was looking up at him with lovestruck eyes as she came down, and she squawked when Shuri wedged her out of Harry's lap. "Hey! I wasn't done." She complained.
"You just came." Shuri said.
"But I didn't even get his cock!" She sounded pitiful.
"Too bad." She stuck her tongue out at Ginny as she took her place in his lap. "I get his- uh." Words failed her as she too was affected by his closeness. "Um."
"What was that, Princess?" Harry cooed, grinding his shaft against Shuri's leaking slit. "Something about my cock?" Wanda made Shuri's mind clear to him. It had been a week since they'd had sex, as Shuri had been completely consumed with working in her lab on the time travel technology that had brought Steve back to them. It was all coming out now. The keenness of her desire was sending her mind down a rabbit hole.
Her eyes bulged. "Yes!" She grunted. "Give me that white cock!" In their previous world, Shuri had on occasion brought out race in their dirty talk, though she'd responded more intensely to referencing her royalty. In this world though, Shuri was much quicker to go 'there'. It was her way of rebelling against the awful treatment her parents and society had given her and T'Chone, so Harry accepted it, even if sometimes it made him a tad uncomfortable.
He obliged her, and her eyes rolled back. "Fuuuuck!" She moaned. She began to slap her hips onto him while he thrusted up in return. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuck!"
"You want to cum, princess?" He cooed, and Shuri moaned deeply in response. "I'm getting close." He told her. "You can cum when I cum." Predictably, this set her off.
"Cum in me!" Shuri moaned luridly. "Impregnate me! Breed me!" Harry suspected that she'd be cringing at her words later. At the same time, she truly did want to have more children with him, and not just as a way to spite her family or Wakanda's insular culture. He'd felt that same desire- the desire to bear his children- from Nat, Ginny, and Wanda, but it was most intense right now in Shuri, and it sent Harry over the edge in an instant.
He wanted a family, and he already had that. But he wanted to help raise his kids from the start, wanted to be there every step of the way. He wanted more kids too, the more the better. He imagined Shuri's belly swelling with their child, her going about her day in the lab, far away from the expectations of Wakandan politics while she slowly nurtured their children into the world. He wanted that, so badly, and he knew that she wanted it too.
Harry spent a few minutes drifting while Shuri trembled in his arms. Eventually, he slid her off his lap and into the bed next to him. His eyes focused on his next target.
"Rogue, come here." He said. She approached him with something resembling awe in her eyes.
"Oh my god." She said. "You're so… so…"
"So what?" He asked her.
"I don't even know." She said. "So much, but in a good way. What do you want me to do?"
"I'm giving you a treat." He said. "Sit in my lap, and these two-" He gestured to Ginny and Luna. "-will worship your body from head to toe. You can cum all you want."
"Oh." Rogue blushed.
"If that's alright with you, of course." He said.
"No! I mean, yes, that's alright. It's just…"
"So much, but in a good way?" He parroted, and Rogue nodded. She was almost shy as she slid into his lap. "Well, go ahead ladies. This girl's been touch starved for a decade. Spoil her rotten."
Luna buried her head between Rogue's legs, while Ginny alternated focusing on her chest and making out with her. Rogue grasped his hand, holding it in an iron tight grip, and he squeezed back just as tightly.
Harry, for his part, was grateful for the breather. He was happy to cuddle Rogue while he recuperated. He wished he could give her this all the time, not just when she was in contact with him. Working on that would have to wait until everything else had settled down. Eventually, having Rogue writhing and moaning in his lap caused his erection to flicker back to life.
Luna giggled and pressed a kiss to his cockhead, causing him to twitch and stiffen further. Then she tapped it at Rogue's sex, as if using it to 'knock'. "Would you like Harry's cock to come in?" She asked Rogue, smiling.
"Yes! Oh, yes." Rogue nodded vigorously, shifting her hips to cooperate with Luna and take his shaft. Harry stayed passive, letting Rogue find her own pace and marinating in the feelings coming over from her now. She was so grateful to be a part of this, to be able to be close to him and Luna. She felt lucky. She'd no longer have to lay in bed touching herself, imaginingg what it'd be like and remembering how he'd looked, naked and wreathed in flame (he hadn't realized just how much his entrance after fleeing from Death with Carol had affected her). She could touch him, perhaps not all she wanted (she wanted to be glued to his body 24/7), but more than she could have hoped for.
Grinding on his cock and with Luna ravishing her clit, it took Rogue no time to cum. And it took her no time to cum again, and again, and each time her reactions grew more adorable. Eventually, she melted completely, and Harry eased her into bed, cuddling with her as she dozed off.
At that point, Wanda came up to him, giving him a glass of water, which Harry gratefully took. She looked worse for wear, her hair was a mess and cheeks flushed. Still, she was smiling, and eager for him to take his next 'target'. "What are you planning on doing with that one?" She glanced at Carol and unconsciously licked her lips.
"I think that's up to her." Harry said. "If she wants to do it the easy way, or the hard way." Carol swallowed.
"I know which one she wants." Wanda sing-songed.
Harry stood up. "Well?" He asked.
Carol stood at attention. "I'm not going to just give into you." She said. Wanda helpfully linked her mind to his. Her anticipation was palpable, she was losing her mind over what he might do to her.
"No?" He asked. "All your little friends have." He gestured to the room at large. His lovers were in various states of disarray- some were dozing in a blissed-out stupor, others, like Ginny and Luna- were cuddling and kissing each other. Wanda was watching them with rapt attention. Nat was too, but she also had her hand working furiously between her legs as she stared.
"I'm stronger than them." Carol raised her chin proudly. "You can't defeat me."
"Hm." Harry forced her arms up. His staff streaked through the air, pinning Carol's wrists to the wall. "Is that so?" Carol struggled mightily, creating cracks into the wall, so Harry cast a sticking charm between his staff and her wrists. He pulled her towards him, lifting her into the air. "I'm disappointed, I expected more from the legendary Captain Marvel."
"You cocky asshole!" She spat, swinging her feet up to aim a photon blast at him. He blocked it easily, letting it fizzle against his shield, and bound her legs. She struggled with the invisible magical bonds that trapped her, but to no avail. Internally, however, she was salivating. The ease with which he overpowered her had her more turned on than she'd ever been before. The wild paths that her mind took gave him a map forward.
"Well, Carol." Harry crowed, stepping close to her. He began ripping apart her spandex costume, starting with her chest. He smirked when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. "Aren't you going to put this cocky bastard in his place?" He fondled her breasts. Her hips twitched forward involuntarily, and she gritted her teeth to avoid moaning.
"I don't… understand." She grunted. "How is this possible?"
"I'm stronger than you, Carol." Harry said as he continued to strip her of her flimsy costume. She strained against his magic again, muscles tensing up and down her body. She was a work of art, both so feminine and so strong. It was a wonderful sight, one that Harry committed to memory.
"You can't be!" She protested.
Harry directed her legs to open and ripped open her crotch, letting the last remnants of her costume drift to the floor. She was leaking, her thighs slick with arousal. "Well, well, well." He crowed. "The great Captain Marvel- getting off to being humiliated."
Carol's cheeks heated, knowing that this was true. Harry trailed a finger along her slit, and she girded herself, not letting any reactions slip through, not until he reached her clit. Her body shook as he delicately circled the nub, and he continued until a strangled "Fuck!" escaped her throat. "Face it, I've won. And that fact has you dripping."
Carol mustered one last burst of defiance, looking into his eyes and going binary. "You can't win." She said as golden energy cascaded down her body and gave one last push against his magic. For a moment, she began to overpower his binding spell. He reached for his staff, which still bound her wrists over her head. With his magical focus in hand, Carol's struggle came to nothing. He pushed her to the ground, positioning himself above her. She groaned and her hips ground upwards, betraying just how eager she was for him.
"I win." He declared as he pushed into her. It was indescribable, not just the physical sensation of her flesh against his, but of the roaring energy coursing through her, rushing against his. He could cum in seconds from this, but he held himself back. He fucked Carol with a brutal pace, letting her know just who was in control. "Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhhh! Ah! Ah! AHH! OH! Please! Please! Pleasepleaseplease! I'm sorry! I'msorrysorrysorry! SososoSO SORRY!" Her grunts turned to yelps and then into pleading.
"What was that?" He paused his thrusting.
"You win! You win! Please let me cum!" Carol begged. "Please!"
"That's it?" Harry taunted. "The mighty Captain Marvel, defeated because she needs to cum."
She shuddered at that, her body at the edge of orgasm but unable to cross the line, not without his permission. "Needtocum! Needtocum!" She grunted, essentially answering him.
"Cum." He commanded. Carol screamed. Her inner walls convulsed powerfully around him, and he could finally resist his climax no longer. As he came, his focus snapped, and the magic binding her was dispelled. Carol went limp beneath him on the floor, shuddering and convulsing. Her pleasure crested, and then ebbed. Waves of bliss gently lapped over her as Harry soothed her back down to Earth.
She was utterly relaxed when she blearily opened her eyes. "Thank you." She said, placing a hand on his chest. She trusted him so much, he realized. That was why she wanted this; he was the only person she could imagine giving herself to like this. He blinked back tears.
"No." He said. "Thank you."
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Wanda's lips clashed with Harry's, and she moaned while exalting internally. She loved watching and feeling Harry have sex with their other lovers, of course, but she'd been teased and denied for far too long. She'd felt him cum again and again, so deliciously and powerfully. She couldn't wait any longer, and she didn't have to.
Besides, it was about time to enact her plan.
"What was that?" Harry asked between kisses.
Wanda laughed innocently. "Oh, nothing to worry about."
She could sense that he didn't buy it, but he let it slide. He trusted that whatever she was up to, it was for a good reason. And it was, oh it was.
They fell into bed, Harry finally stripping her of her costume. "You can cum when I cum." He told her. She was all too happy with that arrangement. Wanda wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer.
"What are you waiting for?" She said, sultry and demanding.
He collapsed into her, and they kissed and grinded together. She did not need the foreplay, not after everything that she'd just seen and felt. But Harry, who'd been milked almost dry, actually did. So, she coaxed his arousal out, feeding the flames until she felt his firmness against her stomach. He knew, of course, that she was more than ready, that she'd been waiting with agonizing arousal for this moment, and he wasn't going to make her wait a second longer. He speared himself in, and Wanda moaned in bliss. It was wonderful, feeling both the satisfaction of being filled along with Harry's satisfaction of penetrating her- the two desires were opposite and complementary, and both were fulfilled so well by the same act.
Around them, seven women registered reactions- gasps, whimpers, or moans. They would feel what Wanda felt. Effectively, Harry would be fucking them all together- Wanda, Nat, Ginny, Skye, Shuri, Carol, Luna, and Rogue. Then, at the end, they would all cum together.
All according to plan.
Harry huffed. "I'm curious about this plan of yours."
"Fuck me and find out." Wanda said breathily.
He did, rocking against her in a smooth, fluid motion, slowly building them all up. He rocked faster and faster, Wanda urging him on every step of the way. You'll make all eight of us cum at the same time, stud. Doesn't that make you feel powerful? Don't you want it?
Around them, her own magic began to build. While Harry's magic was like a static charge, Wanda's was like a mist. It collected and swirled around them, obscuring the outside world. It was just them, the nine of them in this room. "Its okay, Harry." She said. "Just let this happen."
"Let what happen?"
"Call it… practice." She clenched her fist in the bed sheets and dug deep. She knew from the other Wanda- the Scarlet Witch- that the only way to break through to this ability would be to harness an intense emotion. For that Wanda, it had been grief over the losing the love of her life. Wanda had a much more pleasant emotion in mind. Around them, the world distorted, everything beyond their little cocoon of pleasure fading into static. This little slice of the world was now Wanda's to command, and with the laws of physics abrogated…
"Keep going, love." She urged Harry, pressing a hand to his chest. "Trust me."
He did, even if he didn't understand, he trusted her. He kept thrusting, bringing them all closer and closer to climax. Their little pocket of reality filled with moans as they all reached the edge in unison. Harry tipped over his peak, and Wanda ripped her hand away from his chest, the Time Stone in her grip.
She'd read the Book of Cagliostro, she knew what could be done with the power of the Time Stone, properly harnessed. While the time looping that Strange and Thanos had used to such effect may be the most powerful of the Time Stone's abilities, there were other, far more creative uses.
All of them came together, a single orgasm echoing between nine bodies. And with the Time Stone in hand, she laced its power through them, sending a strand of green energy to knit between them, lace their fates together fundamentally... permanently. She vowed that she would never let them be separated from Harry again.