Wanda kissed Harry from above. She was plastered on top of him, straddling his waist and bending down to connect their lips. Her chest was parallel with his, and her medium sized breasts were just big enough to touch his body.
As Wanda kissed him, she moved her hips. She grinded her mound against his dick and felt it harden beneath her. Arousal rubbed off from her slit, but it only added to what was already on Harry's dick. He'd been inside of her, after all, before they got interrupted.
Although Wanda started things on the front foot, she wasn't the only one being an active participant. Harry's hands came up and stroked her back. They roamed, eventually brushing against Wanda's butt. These trips turned longer and more assured, building up to the moment Harry grabbed both her ass cheeks, groping them without shame. Wanda removed her tongue from his mouth and sat up. Her auburn hair hung down as she pushed her hips forward, grinding harder than ever before. Harry's dick finished hardening, going as stiff as a rock.
Once it was ready, Wanda lifted herself with her knees. Although she was eager, she didn't rush. She tilted Harry's shaft up, rubbing it on her slit and easing it through the entrance of her pussy. She looked down at him. Harry was still holding her ass. When she hesitated for a moment, he slammed her down so that when she hit his body, her tits bounced wildly.
Wanda laughed, thrilled. It showed she had excited him. She lifted herself up again; just lower, this time, so that Harry wouldn't slide out of her. Harry dragged her hips back down again. In this way they began to fuck, each of them doing half.
"Mmmmmmm," Wanda "Ohhh baby…"
She groped her own breast, squeezing the nipple and pulling on it. She slid her other hand over Harry's body, feeling up his muscles. Each time she was dragged down her hair would fan out behind her, her tits would bounce, and she'd feel herself stretching on the inside. Soon, the orgasms started.
Wanda was a grown woman. She knew what it felt like to cum. These orgasms felt different somehow, though. As if they were enhanced in some way. It was like he was using some kind of sex magic.
Except, in this case, Wanda was pretty sure that "sex magic" boiled down to having a really big, really nicely shaped dick.
"Do you like it?" Wanda groaned, her tone eerily similar to what it had been like when she was playing the mommy role in Westview. "Do you like how your cock feels in my wet pussy, Harry?"
The next time he brought her hips down, he slammed them with extra force.
"You've got such a good cunt," he growled.
Wanda shivered at the dirty praise. "Compliment it more!"
"You're so tight. You're so warm. It's like an oven," Harry grunted. "Makes me want to slam a kid in there and let it cook until it's done."
Wanda screamed and hurled her head back. Her entire crotch convulsed hard as a veritable tsunami exploded out, power washing Harry's dick. The orgasm was so intense that her spine stiffened, making her jut her chest forward. Given her past and the struggles she'd gone through, the mere thought of being bred by a wonderful man like Harry was enough to turn her into a lustful lunatic.
Harry responded by sitting up in bed. He crossed his legs underneath her while Wanda stuck hers out past his hips. Left in his lap this way, Wanda wasn't even doing half anymore; Harry just lifted and dropped her as he pleased. She could feel the vice grip he had on her ass and the way his fingers had sunken into the sensitive flesh.
"Mmm! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Wanda moaned right in his ear.
She put her arms around Harry, squeezing and hugging him, resting her chin on his broad shoulder. A wizard had no right or reason to be this muscular, even if Wanda wasn't complaining. She was still gushing. After her first enormous orgasm when he talked about knocking her up, a bunch of other smaller ones followed on its heels like aftershocks.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Harry said. He sounded amused. "You want it, don't you? You want me to pump you full down there?"
The rational part of Wanda's brain told her that of course she didn't. They just met, hadn't they, and his wife was only loaning him to her. She should say he was wrong.
Harry knew all of that too, though. He was only playing around to get a rise out of her. So Wanda shelved any rational parts of her and went all in on playing along.
"I want allllll of it," Wanda hissed in Harry's ear. "Empty it all inside of me!"
She sounded almost as crazy as she had while the Darkhold was affecting her. Except now, it was a much more potent drug in her system: lust.
Her hands slid off of Harry's back, her nails scratching red lines into his muscles. They reached around her own body, sticking down to reach balls.
Her fingers squeezed the delicate appendage, stroking them without ever doing anything that would hurt. Wanda massaged his sack, begging it to spew its seed all throughout her. Reaching behind herself made her chest push forward, shoving her breasts in Harry's face, and he hid his expression by biting her nipples one at a time. Wanda relished the sharp sensation of his teeth. Her crotch felt like it was on fire, and the stinging helped her stay (mostly) sane.
Harry started moving his hips. There wasn't room for full thrusts in this position, but they bucked as much as possible. It made him reach a little bit deeper inside of Wanda, knocking against her womb.
"That's it," she urged. "Let loose. Breed me!"
Harry's mouth left her breasts. He looked up at her while breathing heavily, and Wanda pushed her head against his. Their foreheads rested on each other, their noses brushing, as his dick delivered the last few thrusts before she got her reward.
When it came, Wanda wasn't disappointed. The logical part of her that she had ignored was shocked when Harry spurted out his heavy load without even trying to pull out, but she was too gone to care. She groaned and giggled like a drunk.
She had loved Vision with all of her heart for the man he was, android or no. But there had always been downsides. This feeling, the one she was basking in right now, was one that was forever denied to her.
That made it feel all the sweeter now.
Harry twisted while Wanda was lost in her pleasured haze. He pushed her down against the bed shoulder first, keeping his dick inside her the entire time. Wanda moaned as she felt him squelching inside of her as her body was moved, then moaned again when Harry grabbed one of her legs and lifted it straight up, hugging it to her chest. Wanda looked back at him, still barely following along as she adjusted to his seed swimming through her.
Harry just smirked, starting to move.
Now, he was up on his knees while Wanda was pinned on her side underneath him. That meant for the first time in their love making, he could actually move his hips as he pleased. He put this to use by fucking Wanda hard from the start, loud clapping sounds following each of his hard thrusts.
SMACK!
"Ngah!" Wanda exclaimed.
Harry smirked, his big manly hand hanging at his side after spanking her cheek. That one was guaranteed to leave a mark. Fleur would love it.
Wanda pictured the gorgeous French woman investigating Wanda's body after this. It seemed in character for her. She would roll Wanda over, eyeing Harry's hand prints and the bite marks all over her chest and breasts. Even better, Fleur would see her husband's cum dripping out along Wanda's crotch. Wanda recalled the divine feeling of Fleur's mouth when the blond woman kissed her to get her ready for Harry, and imagined the feeling of that mouth pressed to her crotch, cleaning her in the most sensual way possible. Wanda came on Harry's dick as soon as she had the thought.
"Seems like someone's thinking of some dirty things," Harry said, amused. "Look me in the eyes, Wanda."
She didn't have a choice. He grabbed her lower face. Most of his fingers squeezed her cheeks, but one slid into her mouth. Wanda sucked on it like a good girl.
"Hmmm. It's as I thought," Harry said. "We've got a case on our hands of a horny, dirty heroine."
Wanda moaned a vague disagreement, feeling embarrassed, but couldn't speak. She felt too good with Harry thrusting into her the way he was, and her mouth was muffled by the finger pushed inside.
"Fortunately, the treatment is simple," Harry said.
What is it? Wanda wanted to ask, but only managed to groan loudly. Harry somehow seemed to understand.
He leaned forward, bending Wanda's raised leg until the joint started to ache, the position reminding her of some of Natasha's more acrobatic fighting moves.
"You just have to fuck all the horniness out of her, hard and rough!" Harry announced.
He got even faster. Wanda wondered if he was cheating somehow, using magic to speed himself up. She soon decided it didn't matter. However he was doing it, this felt way too good to waste time thinking. She let her mind go blank.
Harry alternated between groping and spanking her ass. Eventually he started to just do the former, but with a twist. While he squeezed one cheek, he slid his fingers down the crack, teasing her second hole with his pinky. Those deft teasing touches mixed with the ache from the spanks and the rough feeling of his thrusts, putting Wanda's pleasure through the roof.
She screamed and kept screaming. There was no need to keep her voice down. Which was fortunate, because she wouldn't have been able to even if her late parents had been in the next room over.
She felt herself opening up and clenching down inside every time that Harry mashed his dick into her and pulled it out again. Wanda was losing her mind in her best way possible. She screamed over and over, driving her throat raw. Perhaps the best part was: she felt safe to let go in this way.
How long had it been? When she was an Avenger, she had to stay alert at all times, even between missions. Then she and Vision ran away, turning into fugitives by ignoring the Sokovia Accords. She loved that time, but could she say she truly relaxed?
After that, everything had been a downward spiral. She was seldom happy, let alone relaxed. So now, here, in the bed of this man who helped free her from that evil book and—maybe more importantly—clear her messy head, she could get away with thinking about nothing.
For that moment she wasn't even the Scarlet Witch. She was barely Wanda Maximoff. She was just a woman, feeling the touch of a true man and loving every second of it.
She nibbled Harry's finger just hard enough to make him pull it out of her mouth.
"Insideeeeeeeee!" she groaned.
He listened.
Harry's second load joined the first, just as big and warm and potent. Wanda shuddered down there. She could barely tell when she was cumming and when she wasn't anymore. The pleasure had become almost permanent. All she knew was that Harry was inside her, leaving his fresh mark, and that nothing could make her happier.
In the silence that followed, as they each caught their breath, Harry said, "There are potions out there that will stop anything from happening. They have a 100% success rate. I have some in storage."
Wanda ran her hands along her tummy, stroking it as she felt the warmth deep underneath.
"I will think about it," Wanda said. "Perhaps I'm in the mood to gamble."
Despite everything that he'd seen inside her mind and the situation they found themselves in… Harry didn't immediately shoot her down.
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