Tony didn't waste a second. With a hungry growl, he tossed her onto the bed, her back hitting the mattress with a soft oomph. Before she could even process it, he had already pushed her legs up. He was on top of her, his thighs spread wide, crouching above the curve of her ass.
Her knees folded up to her shoulders beneath him, thighs spread apart, leaving her completely open beneath him, her slick, swollen pussy glistening with need.
When she saw her own pussy twitching, hungry for him, she panted. Her chest heaving, emerald eyes wild with desire. She was soaked, her slick heat glistening with craving. The sight of her bare, trembling, waiting, nearly undid him.
"Goddamn," Tony exhaled, running a hand down her thigh, feeling her shiver under his touch.
Then he pushed in.
"Ahhh!" Rogue gasped, overwhelmed by the fullness, the almost unbearable stretch. It didn't hurt, not anymore, but it was intense. The pressure, the way her walls fluttered around him, her body adjusting to something so thick shoved inside her. She even felt it nudge on the deepest gates of her love cave, almost certain that it had shifted her insides. But it felt too fucking good, she didn't want it to stop.
Tony stilled, feeling the tight resistance around his cock. Maybe he went too deep, too fast, or too soon? He didn't know. "Shit—Rogue—"
But she shook her head quickly, her nails digging into his arms. "No—don't stop," she panted, her voice breathy but firm. "Ah want this. Ah need this."
That was all he needed to hear. He gritted his teeth and rolled his hips forward, burying himself in her pussy, letting her feel every inch of him. Rogue whimpered at the fullness, her thighs trembling.
A slow, disbelieving moan escaped her.
"Oh, hell…" She swallowed hard, her eyes fluttering shut. "Ah—I never thought it could feel like this…"
Tony smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to the curve of her jaw, that little maneuver folded her so hard she almost broke. "You expected less from me?"
Rogue let out a breathless laugh, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him in. "No, but—shit—Tony…"
Her voice wavered as he pulled back and sank in again, deeper, harder.
"Feels good, huh?" Tony murmured against her skin, trailing kisses down her neck as he plowed into her. His hips thrusting nonstop.
Rogue nodded hurriedly while watching his cock slide in and out of her dribbling pussy, her thighs squeezing under his. "So good. Ah—Ah never thought Ah'd get to feel this… like this. Ain't never wanted nothin' more."
Tony cursed under his breath, the heat in her voice like a flame licking on his loins. She was starving for it, for him, and it was driving him wild. He sat back slightly, one hand sliding down her body to cup her breast, his thumb flicking over her peaked nipple.
Rogue gasped, her back arching into his touch. "Tony…"
"Tell me if it's too much," he said, even as he rolled his hips deeper, his cockhead poking at the entrance of her cervix.
Rogue whimpered, shaking her head, her breath coming in soft little pants. Her fingers reached for his wrist, guiding his other hand down, her thighs shifting. "No—don't you! Don't stop. Touch me more… everywhere."
Tony's cock twitched at her words, the desperation in her tone making him throb. She wants everything?
A wicked idea flashed through his mind.
He grabbed the underside of her thigh, right below his own pivoting thighs, squeezing her plump ass before letting his thumb slide down her swollen pink petal as if to stroke himself. His fingers spread on her ass and placed his thumb right under his sliding cock, rubbing it against the tight, puckered ring of the anal hole. Then he pressed gently as his cock kept spearing into her.
Rogue roared in pleasure; the new sensation threw her into a frenzy. Her entire body jolted, her hands clawing at the sheets as she lost control. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—Tony—Ah'm—Ah'm—!"
The dam broke.
Pleasure ripped through her, her body seizing up before she exploded, a flood of hot, wet release squirting between them and trickling down her heaving belly. The droplets rolled down her smooth body and streamed down the valley between her jolting breasts perfectly.
Tony barely held onto his sanity as he watched her leak all over his cock.
"Shit—" His jaw tightened, his body trembling. He was right on the edge. "Rogue, I'm gonna—where do you want it?"
"Ah don't care," She cut in, her hands grasping his face, pulling him down so their foreheads pressed together. "Just—Do it! First time's gotta be real."
Tony's breathing turned ragged, his grip on Rogue's legs tightening as he drove down into her with deep, desperate thrusts. The slick heat of her clenched around him, pulling him in, milking him for everything he had.
His cock pulsed, thick and throbbing as his climax crashed over him. His thick batter flooded into her in hot, potent spurts. Every twitch felt like a tug on his balls, emptying him out completely into this sex starved beauty.
The sheer force of it made Rogue gasp, her body jerking as she felt his warmth spilling deep, coating her insides in thick, heavy ropes. This was so new, everything! And she loved it.
His thrusts slowed but didn't stop, his cock twitching with every jolt, squeezing out the last of his pleasure. He barely managed to hold himself up, his body trembling from the overwhelming rush.
Finally, the last shudder ran through him, and with a breathless groan, he collapsed to the side, his chest heaving, his skin damp with sweat.
Rogue lay sprawled beside him, her legs still splayed, her thighs sticky with his cum and that scarlet trace of her past. A lazy, satisfied smirk curled on her lips before she slid up against him, dragging her bare body over his, teasing him with the friction of her breasts and still-sensitive pussy against his heated skin.
"Hehe… Ah guess it passed the test?" Her fingers traced his jaw, playful and utterly pleased.
Tony let out a breathy chuckle, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist.
His voice was hoarse, but there was no mistaking the satisfaction in his tone. "With flying colors…"
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Rogue stayed the night at his place as their rounds of testing went on for hours. She demanded more, more spunk to be unleashed. She wanted to feel it, touch it, even taste it.
Finally, they end up as a tired mess, quickly falling asleep.
As the morning came, Tony let the pretty, southern lady sleep cozily in his bed and went on with his day. Skipping breakfast, he jumped into the bath, dressed up in a fine suit, and left a note for Rogue, telling her to find him at the White House if she needed him.
He then jetted off to DC.
It was a short flight away, and by the time he entered the Oval Office through his modular, moving window, a nice, steaming hot tray of breakfast was ready on his work table. Full with the tastiest cheeseburgers and sides. No soft drinks, though. They were bad for his health.
Not even bothering to dismiss his nanotech armor, he felt comfortable sitting in steel. He just made his hands bare and then his face before shoving down the juiciest burgers known to mankind straight into his mouth.
"Mmm… this is life!"
With the burger in hand, he reclined back, eating and regaining his energy after the long night.
Bzzzz!
Right then, his personal phone rang. A quick look and it turned out to be an unknown number, which was a shock because barely any unknown person had his number.
"Sir, the caller is identified as Christine Palmer, a Metro-General Hospital surgeon. You handed her your card to take her on a date… a few years ago."
Tony frowned. "Isn't this a little too late to ask for a date?"
Nonetheless, Tony picked up the call. "President of the United States of America speaking."
Sure enough, there was speechlessness on the other side. Highly predictable.
"M-Mr. President? Do you remember me? I'm—"
He interrupted her. "I remember you, Ms. Palmer. And, hey, forgive me—never got around to asking you out. How about we fix that? Tonig—"
"No, sir." She interrupted him. "I called you to ask for your help. My… My friend, Doctor Strange, had an accident and…"
By then, Tony had all the information regarding Doctor Strange in front of him, thanks to Jarvis. The man had had an accident a few months back, and since then, he'd exhausted all his money to heal his nerve damage.
Can't say no to a damsel in distress.
"Sure. I remember that guy—snarky, a little annoying, but one of the best surgeons on the planet. I'll have my people cover the bills. Get him to—Hello? Palmer? You still with me?"
All of a sudden, the voice got cut.
Annoyed, Tony put down his burger and checked out his state-of-the-art, hand-made phone. "Jarvis, do a quick scan."
"Sir, I can't access the mothership mainframe."
Clack!
Tony equipped himself fully in armor again, visor and gauntlet back on. He grabbed the President's phone and—
Beeeeeeep…
It was dead, too.
"Jarvis, scan the surroundings through local hardware."
Wooosh!
"Or maybe not."
Right in front of his table, out of thin air, a shining, golden, sparkling circle formed.
"A portal?!" Tony jumped to his feet, blasters aimed.
But then a woman walked in through that round, shining portal, her head bald, but her lips smiling.
"Stop right there, Voldemort! State your business. What planet did you pop in from?"
Lazily, the woman strolled into the Oval Office, her arms behind her back. With a smile, she replied. "From Earth."
Tony aimed his blasters louder as she neared his table.
"Anthony Edward Stark… You are a most peculiar existence, one that has defied the greatest artifact ever forged. But I must not allow you to further steer time astray—Do not help Strange."
Tony scowled.
"Who?"
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