Marvel: I'm a Symbiote-Symbiote 0239: Indulgence *

After bringing Yelena in on the plan and enjoying multiple rounds of pleasure with his favorite spy that lasted them into dawn, Alex decided that it was time for them to start preparing the widows for their eventual move.

“Can you make the portal big enough to allow the entire fortress to pass through?” Natasha asked, getting out from under the covers while still naked.

“I’ll figure it out,” Alex said, admiring his host. “They will be using the fortress as their base since I don’t want to put too much of my processing and energy into taking care of the widows. If I throw them in a normal bunker, then I would have to give them more attention and spend more resources on them.”

“Because running a flying fortress in a wasteland is a more cost-effective approach, right?” She asked, smiling amusedly as she put a hand on her waist, leaning slightly.

“Believe it or not, yeah,” Alex nodded, “sending weekly bulk resources to the fortress is better for me and my time. In this case, I can automate their collars completely instead of manually intervening for small things like food and all. It just frees up my attention.”

“I’m not dressed yet …” Nat looked at him imploringly.

“How about you prep the widows like that?” Alex asked with a teasing smile, “I think a little exhibitionism would be sexy.”

Nat narrowed her eyes, “Clothes. I am not getting myself disrespected in front of the widows.”

“Fine,” Alex said, “Can’t even take a joke.” He snapped his fingers and made a neatly folded set of black clothes appear on the bed, “But I want to see you dress yourself.”

“Wouldn’t it be fun if I just take these to the closet instead of giving you the show you want?” Natasha asked, looking over at the closet.

“You aren’t going to do that,” Alex said. “You know I would just appear right beside you anyway.”

“That’s why I’m not,” She said, picking up the latex-like top and examining it before slipping her head through it with some difficulty, “But don’t expect me to give you a full show, I’m tired after having indulged you for so long.” She slipped her arms through the sleeves, fixing her fingers into the gloves at the ends before pulling down the top, all the way down to her waistline. It covered everything from her neck to her waist.

“You seemed enthusiastic enough beforehand,” Alex said with a smile as the top squirmed a little to hug Natasha’s body perfectly, her shapely chest, the curve of her waist, and even her nipples, everything seemed to be outlined by the top.

“I’m talking about how you put on a show for Yelena that I went along for,” She gave him a side-eyed look before slipping her foot through the leggings and pulling it just high enough, then following along with her other foot.

“You loved that as much as I did,” Alex said. “Being fucked raw in front of your sister, it must’ve been a blast. I could feel how tight you got when she walked into the room.”

She rolled her eyes, pulling the leggings all the way up to her waist to meet the seam of her top. That was when the material tightened itself and fixed itself snugly against her skin, perfectly hugging her from her waist and down to her toes. “Of course, I got tighter,” She answered, grabbing the next item, her armor. “I was embarrassed and got stiff. Why do you think I didn’t even bother to glance at her? It was weird. I only agreed to indulge your fantasies for a bit, that’s all.”

“You know my other fantasy, don’t you?” Alex said teasingly as Natasha slipped on the thick leather armor over her torso. She tightened two belts, one of which went over her midriff and the other just below her breasts. Following the armor came a pair of gloves that went over her latex ones, they went up her arms to her elbows, the straps of which tightened automatically.

She looked at Alex before picking up the next item, the leather pants, “Not a chance, Alex. I’m not doing it under any circumstances,” Nat said. “As for Yelena, you might have gotten her to accept a sexual relationship with you on the foundation of healing her, but she is of the same mind as me. Neither of us is going to be on board for a threesome.” She slipped them over her latex leggings and tightened the belt around her waist before pulling on her combat boots and utility belt that had all her weapon placeholders attached to it. She didn’t have actual weapons since Alex just crafted whatever was needed according to her fighting style and the situation.

“Fair enough,” Alex said, finally getting out from under the covers as well. “It’s just something that I think would be very sexy. If all parties aren’t into it, then it’s not actually sexy, is it?”

“Shall we go?” She smiled at him.

“What about this?” Alex asked with a pitiful expression as he pointed down to his morning wood.

“Play with yourself,” She said, mercilessly rejecting him, “I’m already dressed.”

“How about you use your mouth and I thank you profusely by cumming in your mouth?” Alex offered with a serious expression that made Natasha laugh.

“I have another idea …” Natasha smirked before walking up to Alex. She placed her palm on his chest and pushed him — Alex didn’t notice when, but she had already taken off the elbow-length gloves, leaving her hands covered by the thin latex material of her innerwear. He allowed her to push him, walking back until he fell on the bed while looking up at his sexy spy.

“Tread carefully, my love …” Alex warned with a glint in his eyes.

“Fuck that,” She climbed up on the bed and straddled his lap, grabbing his girth with both hands. “Put your hands above your head, I want to see your reaction as I suck you off. You aren’t fucking my throat today.” Her latex-covered hands had a different feeling to them than her skin, but Alex liked it just as well.

“I like your aggression,” Alex said with a smile, placing his hands under his head to support it. “Make sure to prepare yourself to receive it back twofold.” He decided to be a little indulgent for once. After all, Natasha had been going on about having gone along with his whims.

“I’ll take tenfold …” She said before spitting on his dick as she continued stroking it with both hands.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

Alex grunted.

Natasha slid back down and took him into her mouth. He was tempted to stop playing along and to grab her head. Then she looked up, taking his entire girth into her throat. Alex knew from her look that she was serious about her wants.

“Fine,” He said with a groan as he felt her tongue wrap around his shaft and run all along its length with her movements. Her hands weren’t free either, one stroking his shaft whenever she pulled her mouth back and the other gently giving his sack a tantalizing massage.

She kept going for a while, getting more and more reactions out of Alex that seemed to turn her on as well. Soon, she could feel Alex stirring while still in her mouth. No words needed to be exchanged between them and Alex released his load right into her throat and she took it perfectly, not letting a drop spill.

Alex sighed deeply as he heard Natasha audibly gulp every drop of his release.

“That was fun,” She gave him a sultry smirk.

“See?” She got up, putting her gloves back on. As she tightened the straps, she said, “You should just leave it to me sometimes. I can pleasure you just as well as you can me.”

“Maybe some other time,” Alex said. “You still have ten rough throat fuckings remaining … Or something along the lines of that in terms of intensity.”

She rolled her eyes, “Can we go now? I would like to start briefing the widows today so that we can have them prepared to leave as soon as possible.”

“Mhm,” Alex said, “let’s go.” Natasha turned around and Alex disappeared into her suit. His presence was known to Yelena, yes, but the other widows only had Natasha as their leader. For all they knew, the so-called collars on their throats were no more than unremovable high-tech tracking monitors made with nanotech that also allowed them to wear any outfit that they wanted.

The outfit ability was a dream for any spy, allowing them to work subterfuge tasks with unprecedented ease. Not to mention allowing them to wear their combat outfits in moments without any work.

[How’s Wanda doing, Alex? Last I saw her at Kamar Taj, she seemed … not in the best state. She said that she was going on a long trip and just disappeared. I didn’t have the chance to ask you what with all the things that were going on at that time. Where is she? What is she doing?]

Hearing her questions, Alex took a deep, stressful breath, [Well, she’s …]