Summary:
Black Widow meets the rest of the Red Order.
Chapter Text
Should have brought some damn clothes on this trip.
The portal led to large black corridor with jagged obsidian rocks covering the walls, completely empty, except for a throne.
Natasha shivered, then crossed her arms to conserve her fleeting body heat. The room was not particularly cold, but wearing only a bra and panties, the slightest draft was enough to summon goosebumps.
Before she could even think of turning back to retrieve more clothing, Thanos emerged from the portal behind her.
"Welcome to my ship: The sanctuary II," his voice echoed in the vast emptiness of the throne room.
Natasha finally looked up to find the source of light for the room were in fact the stars of the galaxy. She took a moment to take in the fact that it was her first time in space. Not for an Avengers related mission like she thought it would always be. But rather to join a sex cult.
Nice going.
"It's um… cozy?" Natasha muttered sarcastically.
"Are you unhappy?" Thanos asked. His face quickly turned to one of stress.
"No- no I'm fine!" Natasha said, changing her tone to sound more enthused, "I'm just a little nervous I guess."
Thanos' expression softened to a mild grin.
"Perhaps a tour is in order?" he asked, gesturing to the door.
Natasha took a deep breath. Ok, there was nothing to be nervous about. It's just Thanos offering a tour of the place. What's the worst that could happen? Getting familiar with the place is a good thing anyways, she planned on staying for a good while.
Smiling, Natasha followed Thanos through the exit and throughout the rest of the ship.
Yeah… this was definitely a former super-villain's base of operations.
The rest of the ship was similar to the throne room: dark, with stone like architecture. However the throne room seemed to be older, because the rest of the ship appeared to be more integrated with metal and technology.
Thanos showed Natasha all around the ship, from the mess hall to the engine room. Each area had many workers performing a task to maintain the ship; Chitauri, Outriders, even some androids. Every time the pair were in the presence of the workers, they would immediately drop what they were doing, and bow in respect for their leader. Thanos would simply nod and they would scurry back to their job.
At first the bowing came off as pretentious; like followers obeying a cult leader. But the more workers they encountered, the more Natasha realized they truly respected Thanos, and not feared him.
Towards the end of the tour, Natasha eventually became accustom to only wearing underwear. It was somewhat embarrassing parading her half-naked body in front of all these aliens. But by towards the end of the tour, it became a turn on for Natasha, to the point where the cold barely bothered her.
The tour ended at a hallway with many doors symmetrically lined on either side of the hall.
"And finally, this," Thanos gestured to the last door, "will be your living quarters, where I'm sure the rest of the Order are eager to meet you."
She wasn't the only one?
It was naïve for Natasha to think that, in the never-ending span of space, Thanos came to her first. Her heart started racing as Thanos inched closer to the door. It started to feel less like a couple's getaway and more like a husband introducing his mistress to his wife.
Thanos finally gripped the grey slid open the door, Natasha reactively shut her eyes.
All that could be heard were sounds of wet cheeks slapping against each other.
Natasha slight opened one eye, then widen both in surprise of what she was witnessing.
The room was severely out of place due to its homey, cozy design. It was brightly lit, and furnished with everything to expect from a large bedroom: dresser, mirror, table, even a couch. But what the room itself was not the most shocking, but rather what was happening on the bed.
Bent over the bed was a bald, naked, blue skinned woman, being fucked from behind by a larger, naked grey woman with horns and long blue hair. Thanos appeared unbothered by the sight, his face remained unchanged by the whole ordeal. Natasha on the other hand, became hot and bothered, blushing as she bit her lip and quickly forced her hands to her sides to restrain them from wandering.
Apparently they hadn't heard them enter, because the two aliens continued with their activity.
The grey woman thrusted with such speed and aggression, nothing Natasha had seen before. With each thrust, the blue woman's body was launched forward on the bed, and the grey would have to pull her entire body back onto her shaft. She then grabbed both of the blue woman's wrists, and pinned them behind her own back, using them as handles to quicken her pace.
"You like being fucked like a whore don't you?" the grey woman grunted.
The blue one responded by loudly moaning.
"I bet when the new bitch comes, you'll be a nasty whore for her too, won't you?"
"Proxima I-" The blue woman interrupted herself by moaning. Being rammed from behind at such speed, it was no wonder all she could only muster out was another moan.
The grey woman – Proxima – gritted her teeth and quickened her pounding in frustration.
"Answer me whore!" she groaned, punctuating with a hard spank on the blue ass, "I bet you're going to beg her to fuck you every single night, Nebula. You'll beg to be her whore, to let her use you like a toy, to make her cum all night!"
Natasha couldn't resist; she slipped a hand into her panties and immediately worked on her wet clit, while cupping her boob with the other. They were talking about her, all the nasty, dirty things they were going to do to her. Right in front of her face, and the hottest part was they didn't even realize it.
Thanos' attention on his followers was stolen by his newest addition next to him. The fact that he just fucked her less than an hour ago and she was already looking for more pleased him. He was now even more confident that he made the right choice recruiting her.
Before he could do anything about the erection growing in his pants, he was reminded of his place by Nebula moaning.
Still savagely thrusting into Nebula, Proxima began slapping even harder.
"You're such a bad whore, it took you this long to get me close to cumming" Proxima growled "Don't you wish your daddy was here to watch me cum inside your pussy?"
Thanos stiffened and his eyes quickly widened by the shocking lewd statement.
This had gone on long enough.
Straightening his posture and puffing his chest, Thanos deliberately cleared his throat.
All the women in the room looked at Thanos with shocked expression, being shocked back to reality.
Natasha swiftly pulled her hands from her sensitive areas and back to her sides.
Proxima detached herself from Nebula and hurried over to stand in front of Thanos, where Nebula quickly followed to stand next to her.
The two aliens shot a glance at Natasha before bowing their heads before Thanos.
"I'm sorry for not noticing you earlier sir," Proxima quickly said, "we were setting up the new arrivals room like you asked, but we got distracted and…" she trailed off, knowing Thanos could put the rest together.
"No need to apologize, I understand" Thanos replied.
The two followers rose their heads and stood up straight.
Natasha finally got a good look at the two aliens now that they were not having high speed sex.
Nebula's skin had multiple shades of blue and indigo, glistening with sweat from her recent activity. Although she was slightly taller than Natasha, Nebula was more slender, with her boobs and ass more petite.
Proxima on the other hand, was physically superior to both of the women in all the right ways. Body like an Amazonian, she was taller, muscular, and of course her ass and breast sizes trumped the other women's. Covering her grey forehead was blue face paint that –
Wait. Natasha felt the lightbulb in her brain finally light up. She recognized Proxima from the battle at Wakanda.
But in the fight, Wanda killed her… So how was she here now? Must have been the infinity stones, Natasha thought, as she was reminded of their existence when looking at the women. The both bared the same markings as she did on their waist line: six coloured circles matching the infinity stones.
"Now Proxima Midnight, Nebula, I have business to attended to, so please do whatever necessary to see that our newest recruit is comfortable" Thanos said.
"Yes sir" the two responded in unison.
Thanos nodded before leaving bedroom and sliding the door shut. All the women stood still in awkward silence until the sounds of Thanos' booming footsteps were far in the distance.
"Fuck," Proxima sighed before sitting on the edge of the bed, "I was so close to cumming too, dammit!"
"Sorry…" Nebula said, crossing her arms and glancing at Natasha. Though he eyes were purely black, Natasha could tell they were filled with nothing but lust. Natasha could practically feel herself being undressed by her eyes. Though there wasn't much to undress in the first place.
"Yeah well, you fucking should be," Proxima snarled, "maybe if your pussy wasn't so loose, I'd be able to cum…"
Seemingly undistracted by the shrewd comments, Nebula continued to stare at Natasha's body, her cheeks becoming a darker shade of blue. Natasha couldn't help but feel flattered by Nebula's uninterrupted attention. It wasn't often that people were so quick to be open about their attraction to her. The closest she got was noticing people – including her teammates – scanning her body when they thought she wasn't looking.
"I uh-" Nebula stuttered, "really like your hair…" she looked away and blushed.
Natasha responded by leaning on the nearby wall, and rushed her fingers through her hair. This might have been the first time Natasha received a genuine compliment about her body, and not an uncomfortable remark ignorantly intended to be a compliment.
"Is that all you like…?" Natasha teased.
"Your legs… they look very strong…" Nebula said, shyly.
Not a common compliment, which made it all the more sweet.
Becoming an even darker blue, Nebula's eyes continued to scan as she bit her lip, legs slightly squirming in place.
It was as though Natasha was being caressed by invisible hands wherever Nebula's eyes glanced. Gently cascading down her neck, cupping her breasts, gripping her legs, the hands spared no part of the Avenger's body.
The two women were in their own world, sending each other non-verbal words of sexual desire. That is until they were interrupted.
"Well, at least getting to see Thanos kept me a little hard," Proxima said quickly, "why don't you come down here and finish what you started?"
Still visually engaged with Natasha, there was a moment until Nebula realized she was being addressed. She gave one more lasting, lustful look in Natasha's eyes, then curvy body, before turning around.
"Of course" Nebula said, sinking to her knees.
Proxima grinned before spreading her legs as wide as possible, inviting Nebula to crawl closer to her.
Natasha had to take a second glance at Proxima's shaft to realize it wasn't a strap-on. The cock only slightly darker shade of grey than the rest of Proxima's skin. There was a long mane of blue, coarse pubic hair surrounded the cock. The biggest indicator was how naturally it slowly droop to a softer, small form. It was the real deal.
Once nebula reached the shaft, Proxima gripped her hands over Nebula's head.
"You know how I like it, whore" Proxima growled before shoving Nebula's head to her waist.
Nebula quickly reacted, opening her mouth before the pull, she quickly had Proxima's entire length down her throat. Grunting, Proxima lifted Nebula's head, then roughly pushed it back down, forcing Nebula to bob on her cock.
"How does my cock taste slut?" Proxima asked. Nebula only responded by continually gagging on the length.
Although she could feel herself getting wet by the aggressive fellatio, Natasha couldn't bring herself to touch her core. Usually this type of stuff was right up her alley, but not like this. There was a real connection between her and Nebula, she just knew it. She already had so many ideas of how she was going to fuck Nebula, instead Nebula was stolen away by her. They only just met, but Natasha knew Proxima didn't even appreciate Nebula, all she just treated her like a fuck toy.
The gagging grew louder as Proxima continued to force Nebula down her cock, until Proxima locked with Natasha's jealous eyes. Grinning, Proxima forced Nebula's head down to the base of her cock but didn't let her up this time, keeping her cock down nebula's throat.
"Come make yourself useful and come suck my tits, bitch," Proxima said to Natasha.