"Ooooooh…" Wanda shuddered beneath him, her Chaos magic flaring wildly, igniting every nerve in both of them. The red sparks intensified, crackling through the room like wildfire, bursting out of her pale, writhing, shivering body.
Tony barely had time to register it before she screamed for him. Her ass jolted in unimaginable quivers.
"To–Tooon-eeeh!!" She moaned raw and desperate. Her fists clenched the bedsheets like her life depended on it. Her entire body jolted non-stop.
Wooosh!
A visible, shockwave of red flared outward from her body, sweeping through the entire room. The magic traveled into Tony's veins, searing through him like liquid fire. Every nerve lit up, raw and overstimulated, drowning him in unbearable heat. Logic shattered, leaving only the reckless, primal need to fuck.
His body betrayed him. His hips meant to withdraw, slammed home instead, again and again, making a mess between their colliding flesh. Making Wanda's body jump on the bed with each plunging dive.
Soon, balls deep. Buried to the hilt. He was helpless to the insatiable lust now roaring through him.
"Ghk.. Gaaaah!" A guttural groan ripped from his throat as his cock swelled, the thick veins pulsing with unbearable heat. There was magic in it. In every shudder of his thighs, his balls, and the flexes of his cock.
"Ooooh!" Wanda, already spent and climaxed, felt it all so dangerously. Each little stiffening spasm of his shaft deep. His cockhead nudged against her cervix, threatening to explode. And he did.
He spilled, endlessly. His load surged out in waves so thick and hot it should have been impossible. The deep, rhythmic throbs of his cock sent shocks through Wanda's body, her walls milking him in chaotic spasms, greedily sucking down every molten drop to her depths.
The sheer intensity stole his breath, his vision tunneling, every muscle locked in raw, spurting release. He just kept staring down as he made a filthy mess of such proportion he couldn't believe it. How did he store that much in his balls?
Then suddenly, Jarvis' voice cut through the haze into his ears. "Sir, a mental disturbance was detected. Chaos magic was discovered."
Tony barely heard it, his head still spinning from the high. Still, hilt deep in Wanda's snug pussy.
"Haaaah…" He exhaled, long and shaky, staring down at Wanda's utterly wrecked form under him. Slowly, he pulled out, his slick, throbbing shaft glistening white. His batter, so much more than humanly possible, spilled from her in thick, creamy ropes, frothing from her stretched pussy, oozing in heavy, obscene dribbles down the soft curve of her inner thighs, pooling on the floor in slow, lazy drops.
He let out a breath, watching the sinful aftermath of what they'd just done.
But what was done was done. It was too late to think about it.
Tony exhaled deeply, his body still thrumming. But he wasn't one to roll over and pass out, not when he had a warm, wrecked witch in his arms.
He climbed onto the bed and pulled Wanda up with him, shifting until his back rested against the plush headboard.
He pulled her close, guiding her between his legs until her soft, naked body melted against him. Her breasts, warm and plump, still flushed from their feverish fuck, pressed snugly against his spent cock, the lingering heat of her skin making his muscles twitch.
Her beautiful, dazed face nestled against his upper abs, her lips ghosting over his skin with each slow breath.
Tony let one hand roam through her long, auburn hair, his fingers combing through the silken strands, massaging her scalp with lazy, indulgent strokes. His other hand traced idle patterns down the delicate curve of her spine, grounding her in the moment, letting them both rest. His eyes slipped shut, his head falling back against the cushioned headboard.
Silence stretched between them, a moment of peace in the aftermath of chaos. But peace never lasted long with Wanda, it seemed.
He felt movement. Subtle at first, then unmistakable. His lashes fluttered open, gaze dropping downward, just in time to see Wanda sliding lower.
She gripped his soft shaft, her fingers curling around him possessively, before lowering her lips and swallowing him whole.
Tony hummed, feeling the wet heat of her mouth engulf him. The slick, eager suction sent a sharp pulse of pleasure through his body, coaxing a smirk to his lips.
He chuckled. "Let's ditch going out. We can order some food to recharge and then… how about a second round?"
Wanda didn't answer immediately. Instead, she let his cock slip from her mouth with a lewd pop, the thick, swollen head stretching between her lips as she squeezed it between them, playful, as if molding him like warm clay. Her tongue flicked out, swirling over the tip before she finally glanced up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger.
"Only two?" She smirked wickedly. "Four sounds better."
Tony just chuckled, shaking his head in amused disbelief.
"Insatiable witch," he muttered, but he didn't stop her.
He had no clue why she wanted this.
Now, he just stopped questioning it.
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Hector Morgan was a nobody. All his life he'd worked a deadbeat job on a ranch. But that changed when he got access to EMMA, the new semi-online university that President Stark opened. He was amongst the first to join. And he personally took up the diploma course of advanced electrical technician.
It was tough. A true grind. Even more so when he was already 30, married, with a newborn. But things weren't bad. As soon as his diploma course ended, the university itself fetched him a job. And that's why he was now in Florida, many states away from his home, working a good job.
But today was special. President Stark had announced a rally in Florida and he chose to attend it. How could he not when he considered himself the greatest fan of President Stark? Heck, he even named his firstborn son, Tony. However, he later realized President Stark's real name was Anthony. It didn't matter, though. Tony was also nice.
"Yeaaaaaah! Stark! Stark! Stark! Stark!"
A free beer in his hand, he stood in the stands nearest to the stage. It was a stadium where the rally was being held. The entire stadium was filled to the brim, and he was lucky to have arrived earlier than most. The place was just ten minutes from his home.
"STAAAAARK!"
He roared like everybody else. Tony Stark had finally arrived on the stage. There were so many American flags around, the blood-pumping colors of red, white, and blue. The massive screens showed Tony's face, the Iron Guardians hovering in the sky made it all so majestic.
He hoped to listen to another epic speech from the President. He hadn't missed a single one. He even kept recordings of them on his phone.
"Settle down, folks."
"Yes, Sir!" Hector almost saluted and stopped roaring to listen better.
From the stage, Tony Stark's voice echoed. To Hector's surprise, the first line was a question aimed at all of them in the stadium.
"Alright, quick question for you all. Let's say you're stranded—hungry, tired, probably rethinking some life choices. Then, boom, you find two buns of bread. The expiration date says they're good for a few years, so no mystery science experiment happening in your stomach. Now, do you gobble them both down like it's your last meal, or do you play it smart and save one for later?"
Hector knew the answer and shouted back. "Save one for later, Mr. President!"
"I didn't hear you. Say it louder."
"SAVE IT FOR LATER! MR. PRESIDENT!" Hector almost shattered his vocal cords. But he had his beer to stay hydrated.
"That's right—Smart choice."
Hector smiled proudly. He was not the smartest man, but he knew voting for President Stark was the best decision of his life. He remembered how he'd even fought against his family to defend his choice.
Again, he focused back on the stage. But suddenly, he felt a strange, ominous sensation. Seeing how that woman, that CEO stood so close to the President made him feel strange. He knew her well and admired her too. But this was different.
What's happening?
"My fellow Americans, that's why I say—save the backup plan for later. You never know when things might hit the fan again, and you'll be glad you kept that spare bun."
What does he mean?
"Which is why I, Tony Stark, will not be running for re-election."
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"
Hector bellowed, truly shattering his throat. He cared not for the bear he spilled anymore. He wasn't the only one.
At the same time, in unison, the entire stadium erupted in the same string of two letters.
"NOOOOO~!"
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