"So, what is this big surprise that you have planned for me?" Yelena asked her sister, looking inquisitively towards Harry. "Is it a threesome?" Harry coughed, startled at Yelena's bluntness, but Natasha was more used to her sister's lack of filter.
"Oh, even better." Natasha smiled, glancing at Harry to prompt him.
"Wow." Yelena said softly.
"Well, the short story is that I can heal you."
"Heal…"
"Everything the Red Room did to you." He said carefully "Anything they… removed."
"Oh. So my uterus, ovaries, fallopian tubes." Yelena said, careless of Harry's attempt to put it delicately "All of it?"
"Well, yeah." Harry said simply. "I've done it for Natasha."
Shuri then jumped in to explain her more technical findings, and Yelena appeared to let it wash over her. "Wow." She said again, glancing at Natasha. "You really did get yourself a keeper."
"I didn't date him for his ability to restore my reproductive organs." Natasha felt compelled to state.
"I suppose miraculous healing abilities are a nice bonus, though." Yelena nodded "So." She returned her focus to Harry "How do you want me?" Natasha didn't miss the flirtatious lilt in her voice. Thankfully, she and Harry were already of a similar mind.
Natasha of a few weeks ago would probably think differently, but the Natasha of a few weeks ago had no idea what it was like to have her new ovaries injecting a potent cocktail of hormones into her veins at all times. Sex was so much more primal and visceral now. She'd never had trouble getting into the headspace for sex before, but it had felt like her logical mind had some direction over her desires. Now, the roles had been flipped. Her body was like a ravenous wolf in pursuit of prey, with her mind being pulled along behind it haplessly. She could be reviewing documents in their room without problem, only for Harry to step out of the shower in his bathrobe and, why hello, the strategic implications of the Ten Rings' latest movements would have to wait.
Maria's occasional inclusion into their sex lives had been a massive hit with Natasha's ovaries (and other, relevant parts of her). The image of Maria on her knees, being baptized in Harry's seed had been like heroin. It had seized her and before she'd known what she was doing, she was milking Harry for all her was worth, making sure that he drown their teammate in his cum. She'd been so affected that she'd climaxed while grinding against his ass. The two of them would have tipped over together if not for Wanda's timely intervention. While Hill's invitations were merely occasional, perhaps once or twice a week, they never failed to kick Natasha's drive into high gear. She'd lost count of the number of orgasms she'd had with Skye's head buried between her thighs while she drooled over Harry ravishing Maria. Seeing his sex appeal and his power on display like that just did things to her.
While there had been some discussion on who their next target would be, Natasha had insisted on Yelena. Wanda had been advocating for Darcy Lewis- who she claimed would be the easiest to put in Harry's thrall. Harry himself had expressed his preference, however couched, for Shuri. Harry, though, didn't put up much of a fight, and Natasha won Wanda over by arguing that Yelena would be affected by the new rush of hormones just as much as Natasha had been.
"Well, you can start by taking your top off." Harry said succinctly, almost certainly at Wanda's prompting. Yelena blinked, certainly not expecting anything that forward from Harry. Harry had been polite but aloof to every one of her flirtations before this moment. To suddenly have him change his tune, and so blatantly, had to trigger some readjustment.
"Oh? Just my top? Should I put on a show?" Yelena batted her eyes, and Natasha rolled hers. She knew what her sister was looking for- a fun fling. But she suspected that Yelena had no clue what she was getting herself into. She looked forward to seeing this realization in real time.
Shuri, meanwhile, shifted uncomfortably. That she would be forced to bear witness to their flirting was an added bonus. "Just the shirt." Harry said, blushing slightly. "It helps if I have skin to skin contact."
Both Natasha and Harry's shot up at the elegant lacy bra that Yelena wore. "What?" She asked "I've never gotten to choose my own clothes before. I like how it looks."
"Er, me too." Harry said clumsily, and Natasha had to suppress a snort. Harry was many things, compassionate, loyal, and brave to a fault, but there were times when his awkwardness revealed itself. He was not a natural casonova. Natasha found it endearing.
Yelena was happy to have gotten the edge on Harry. Seeing him fluster only egged her on "You should see my panties." She winked "Sure you wouldn't like a show?"
Natasha leapt to his rescue "Very bold to proposition my boyfriend right in front of me, sis."
"Please, we both know you're taking offers. At least Hill's offer, anyway." Yelena shrugged, while Shuri choked in the background. "What's your plan? Use healing me as a pretext to seduce me?" Harry and Natasha exchanged glances and Yelena and smirked. "Don't look like that. It sounds fun. I haven't had sex for fun before. But go on, I'm curious about this extended foreplay." She lied down on the table "I'm ready for you."
"What?" Shuri managed, maintaining a white-knuckled grip on her lab bench while boggling at Harry. "You and Hill are… you know what, never mind." She shook herself.
"It's okay. You can ask." Natasha prompted her.
"Moving on!" Shuri announced loudly, sounding a touch manic "Harry, are you ready for the, uh, procedure?"
Harry nodded, and placed a hand on Yelena's stomach. "That's it?" She asked "No runes, chanting or- oh!" She gasped, before giggling "Uh, that feels… oooooh."
"Feels nice, doesn't it." Natasha smiled.
"You knew this would- uuuuhn, fuck!" She squeaked, her eyes fluttering as she squirmed against the table. "Fuck!"
"Is this okay?" Harry asked her.
"Don't staaaahp!"
"Noted." And Yelena shook.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Oh FUCK!" She yelped, her body tensing in what was clearly an orgasm, but Harry wasn't finished. It was another full minute of intensifying squirming, cursing, whining, and moaning before Harry removed his hand from her, and Yelena collapsed like her strings had been cut. She panted for breath, each exhale accompanied by a sigh.
"Wow."
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Yelena did not need to be asked twice. She eagerly accompanied them back to their quarters after Shuri was done with her (a procedure that conveniently included implanting an IUD). As soon as they were past the threshold of the door, she was upon him. Her lips melded with is while her hands grappled his body into a proper position. She was ardent, and passionate, and eager- everything that Natasha had promised, and Wanda had hoped.
While it sometimes seemed that Wanda took a backseat when it came to sex, this was deceptive. Yes, Wanda generally enjoyed watching, and this gave her the appearance of a passive bystander. But of course, Wanda didn't merely watch their orgies. She experienced them. She could feel Yelena's eagerness rolling off her. She was like a schoolgirl about to loose her virginity. She could feel Yelena's arousal, too, sensations that were quite familiar to Wanda.
Her connections to Harry, though, were deeper and more permanent. If she focused, she could feel his body as if it were own. His cock, straining against the constricting fabric of his clothes, felt like a phantom limb, sprouting proudly from between her own legs and demanding that she use it to fuck, to penetrate. Moreover, Harry's thought process was an open door to her. They often conversed like this, and her string of commentary had buoyed the lust that now consumed him.
Yelena toppled back onto the bed. In the frenzy, they had removed clothing from both of them, and she no longer had her top or bra. Harry took a moment to admire his handiwork without shame. She loved it when he got like this, when all his restraints were unshackled and he became lost in the moment. His desire for Yelena was no longer tempered by consideration for his partners, he just wanted, and in a way that felt distinctly masculine.
Then he disposed of his pants and boxers, and Wanda breathed out a sigh as his cock was freed from its confines. Yelena's eyes widened as she took him in. Wanda could tell that she had plenty of experience, but little of it enjoyable. She tried to reciprocate by peeling off her own pants, but the material clung to her legs so closely that this wasn't an easy task while laying on a bed. Harry helped her along, with a twitch of his finger, the offending article of clothing (though not her panties) vanished, appearing neatly folding on the dresser.
Yelena blinked at Harry in surprise, and Harry only grinned back as he approached the bed. Automatically, she spread her legs as he joined her on the bed, and she shivered slightly as Harry slid his hand up her thigh, to toy with the straps of her panties. "You're right." He said, tongue sweeping out minutely to wet his lips "They do look nice."
Then he tugged them down, and his head dipped down to take their place. "Oh!" Yelena gasped "You don't need to. I've already cum, I'm… ready." Her words were halting, and did little to discourage Harry. Wanda herself would have preferred if Harry had just fucked her, but when Harry had his mind set on something it wasn't easy to dissuade him. He knew as well as she did that Yelena's sex life up to this point had been terrible. He just wanted to make up for lost time. "We can just- fuck!" She moaned "You don't- don't- don't… ooooooh…" He'd locked in on her clit now, and there was no escape for her. She stopped fighting, and embraced it.
She moaned unabashedly, now peering down at Harry, taken by the sight of his head between her thighs. Harry looked up to meet Yelena's eyes, and she stared back, enraptured. "It's a good view, isn't it?" Natasha came up behind her.
Wanda realized that he'd lost track of her after she'd entered behind Harry and Yelena's tangle of limbs. A quick survey of the room told her everything. Skye was completely nude, on her knees, a Wakandan vibrator strapped into her pussy and humming away. Her arms were behind her back, her wrists bound together by handcuffs. Her mouth was obstructed by a ball gag, so that instead of screaming and crying, only muffled grunts and moans made it through. The most devious aspect of this arrangement was that if Skye were to lose control of her powers, the vibranium vibrator would simply absorb them, and use them to further torment her. It was impressive, she thought, how quickly Natasha had subdued Skye and so thoroughly trapped her. Wanda resolved to keep tabs on her, in case she stopped enjoying her predicament
Yelena, meanwhile, was tumbling towards her own orgasm, and her sister was only too happy to encourage her as she tipped over the edge. Harry contented himself with gently kissing the inside of her thighs as Yelena came down from her peak, unaware of the plan brewing in Natasha Romanoff's mind. "Hey sis." She said, once Yelena seemed to have returned to earth "Wanna team up?"
The two assassins quickly turned the tables on Harry. Though he could have easily overpowered them with magic, he didn't want to. Soon, the two women had Harry beneath them, Natasha preparing to take her turn on his mouth, while Yelena finally got his cock. Wanda too, was finally getting what she wanted. She was attuned closely enough to Harry that her hips canted forward automatically as Yelena began to ride him. Without thought, Wanda began to finger herself, rubbing vigorously at her clit. The glorious feel of wet heat around Harry's shaft never failed to drive her wild.
Yelena's enthusiasm was Wanda's ally in this. She leaned forward to get better leverage as she fucked him, grunts and moans spilling liberally from her mouth. In turn, Natasha leaned back, leisurely receiving her pleasure while Yelena took hers.
Both women, and Harry, and Wanda (and Skye too, many times) would get their release. In the aftermath, Yelena looked to her sister and grinned giddily "Just like old times!"
Wanda raised an eyebrow, while Natasha sputtered that they'd never done anything like this before. Yelena just laughed. "No threesomes in your past?" Wanda called "Shame."
"You're lucky that I'm doing this" Natasha fired back. "This is not a standard sisterly favor."
"Yeah. I am." Yelena beamed "I have the best sister ever."
Then, to prove her point, Harry flipped Yelena over onto her back, clearly ready for another round. "Round two?" She asked "Already?"
"You think I could handle these three if I had a refractory period?" Harry teased. "They'd probably die of deprivation."
Natasha grinned at her sister "I really am the best sister ever, aren't I?"
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"Uhm…"
"What. What is it?" Harry asked, and though Natasha hadn't responded, she felt her own spike of anxiety.
Shuri had been giving Natasha, and now Yelena, regular checkups, mostly just to scan her body and take blood samples to measure her hormone levels. Up to that point, she'd found nothing to trigger alarm bells. Sure, Natasha's hormones had spiked, but they had expected that, considering her newly charged libido. They'd begun to feel like a formality, but when Shuri had mentioned that she'd noticed something odd that she needed to check on, worry returned.
What had caught Shuri's attention? She'd been uncharacteristically evasive, telling them she didn't want to concern them until she was certain. As if they weren't concerned already! If something had gone wrong, Natasha would have to deal with the fact that they'd just dragged her sister into this.
"Don't worry, its not bad." Shuri assured them, realizing her mistake. "It's just… remember how I gave you that IUD?"
"Yeah." Natasha said quietly, suddenly she could barely hear her voice over the pounding of her heart. A thousand visions bloomed suddenly in her mind- hopes, dreams, and fears all at once in a beautiful kaleidoscope of possibility. Did this mean what she thought it meant? Could it possibly be?
"Well. Thank magic for this." Shuri shrugged, chagrined. She still resented that magic could just do whatever the hell it wanted with the laws of nature "Congratulations, you're pregnant."