Chapter 58: Peggy’s Surrender
A/N: Peggy gets what she's been jonesing for~
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SMACK! SMACK! SMAAACK!
“Oh god… oh FUCK!”
Tony grunts as Peggy tightens up around his cock, the beautiful naked Super Soldier’s cunt gripping at his throbbing mast and milking him for all she’s worth. He still doesn’t cum though, even as she also floods his length with her juices and orgasms explosively all over his cock.
It was probably time to admit the truth. Something that Tony had been running from for years now. Something he had refused to face until this point. Put simply… Tony Stark had created a monster.
Seriously! His wife was absolutely insatiable at this point! It felt like every time he turned around, she’d found another woman to bring him. Though to be fair, that might just be his own biases talking. After all, Maya, Helen, Natasha, and Darcy had all been his initial doing. The only two women that Pepper had technically taken the lead on seducing to their bed were Sif and now Peggy. Of course, they also happened to be the most powerful women that the married couple had had in their bed so far.
Laying back among the pillows, Tony Stark watches as Peggy Carter rides him, moaning all the while. Her arms are pulled high over her head, with the original jump rope that Pepper had used on first Darcy and then Peggy back in the training room still knotted around her wrists. The jump rope is then looped over a Vibranium hook that dangles from the ceiling.
… Yes Tony was currently using his nanites for the purposes of spicing up their bedroom sex with a little bit of bondage. No, he didn’t see anything wrong with that. He certainly had enough of the damn things, and with Pepper contacting him ahead of time and giving him fair warning, he could prepare the scene so to speak.
Needless to say, watching through the sparring room’s cameras as Peggy’s shield had bitten into Pepper’s back like it had… did not make Tony feel particularly good. Fortunately, the Upgraded ES3 not only gave them technopathy, it also further enhanced their physiology across the board. Including making their bones, muscles, and skin more durable.
If the Vibranium Shield had been launched by something that could throw it harder, then it technically could have bisected Pepper, given it was Vibranium. But with the strength of the throw limited to Peggy’s Super Soldier strength and also some of the force removed by the wall bounce, it had only sunk in as deep as Pepper’s spine and no further.
That didn’t mean Tony wasn’t still a little pissed, mind you. Which is why he takes no small amount of pleasure in reaching up and slapping one of Peggy’s tits as she bounces on his cock, making the ‘defeated heroine’ cry out as her chest jiggles, her rock hard nipples standing on end.
Meanwhile, Pepper kneels behind her, arms wrapped around Peggy’s body, lips nibbling at her ear. Cooing at Peggy’s yelp, giggling at Tony’s brief bit of violence, she stage-whispers to the Super Soldier.
“You’re proving to be quite weak to this type of attack, Captain Carter. Already cumming for the Master. Moaning for him. You’re one step away from begging for more.”
Gasping and moaning just as Pepper pointed out, Peggy shakes her head, trying her best to maintain her role of defiance and resolve. She’s supposed to be the heroine holding out against the villains, after all.
“N-No… n-never! I’ll never… guh, beg for more!”
Not that Peggy really needs to. She’s greatly enjoying bouncing up and down on his cock already, and without having to ask for any of it. From the look of things and what Pepper had told him, Peggy had been jonesing for a good hard dicking ever since she’d woken up from the ice. Maybe it was something to do with Erskine’s version of the serum and its unintended effects on the female body. Or maybe it just had something to do with Peggy herself.
Either way, it was still all a bit strange for Tony… but at this point he was glad he’d let Pepper talk him into it. At first he’d been a little… recalcitrant. After all, while Captain Carter and his godmother were by no means the same woman, having lived entirely different lives under very different circumstances, they were still different versions of one woman.
Tony had grown up with an Aunt Peggy who had doted on him, spoiled him, and motivated him. She’d never ever been an object of his sexual attraction, however. Sexually fantasizing about Aunt Peggy would have been like sexually fantasizing about his own mother.
Captain Carter, on the other hand, was a different story. Her beautiful body is on full display right now as her gushing cunt clenches down around his cock. Her moans fill the room as her brunette locks bounce with her breasts every time she slides up and down his length. Her figure is akin to Natasha with just a bit more muscle on her, still compact and with all the feminine curves in all the right places.
She’s very clearly a physically strong woman. Her body, covered in sweat, ripples with every move she makes. All of her fat is in her tits, hips, ass, and thighs. The rest of her is a lean killing machine, but at the moment she’s ‘helpless’ before him and Pepper. The heroine, having surrendered herself completely to the villains.
At Peggy’s words of defiance, Pepper grins wickedly, glancing over at the room’s fourth inhabitant. Darcy Lewis is on the bed with them, but off to the side. Pepper’s dutiful Personal Assistant isn’t getting involved, neither physically nor verbally, but she’s definitely taking advantage of Pepper’s offer to enjoy the show. One hand on a breast and the other between her legs, Darcy is timing the thrust of her own fingers into her cunt with the speed at which Peggy is bouncing up and down on Tony’s cock.
Making eye contact with Darcy, Pepper nibbles at Peggy’s ear again before whispering to the Super Soldier once more.
“Not even if I threatened Ms. Lewis? I could do such terrible, terrible things to her, you know. All in your name.”
Panting, face bright red and blush extending all the way down to her naked chest, Peggy looks into Tony’s eyes for a moment before quickly averting her gaze as she responds to Pepper’s provocative words.
“You… c-can’t fool me again. I-I know she’s yours now. I know she w-works for you willingly!”
All part of the roleplay. Tony has to resist rolling his eyes. It’d be a bit cheesy and cliché… if it wasn’t so downright sexy. As is, his cock throbs and pulsates inside of Peggy’s flexing, squeezing sex. Her cunt walls are desperate to make him cum, even as she’s rapidly nearing another orgasm of her own, thrust after thrust.
Only, before Captain Carter can climax all over his shaft again, Pepper suddenly grabs her by her toned shoulders and pushes down HARD, forcing Peggy to take every last inch of Tony’s cock up inside of her and leaving her stuck, impaled on his dick and unable to do much more than squirm on his cock.
As the Super Soldier mewls, trying to continue fucking herself, Pepper giggles into her ear.
“Well then… maybe we’ll stop fucking you and go fuck her. Maybe we’ll make you watch as we ravish our tasty little employee. As she moans our names and begs for more like the nasty little bitch she is, you can stay right here and stew in your own arousal.”
Peggy’s eyes widen at that, even as Pepper grins past her down at Tony. Taking that as his cue, he reaches out and grabs hold of Peggy by her waist. As Pepper begins to let up on her shoulders, Tony firms his grasp on her body and begins to inexorably tug her off of his cock, even as she instinctively fights it.
“Sounds good to me. Don’t really have any use for a woman who can’t admit how bad she wants it.”
His actions combined with a gruff tone serve to finally set Peggy off.
“W-Wait! Wait!”
Both Tony and Pepper stop pulling the writhing Super Soldier off of his cock at that. Peggy, bright red and half out of her mind with lust and arousal, lets out a keening whine before fully giving in.
“Please… fuck me! God don’t stop. I need to be FUCKED!”
Pepper, always eager to push things a little further, leans in close to Peggy’s ear again and corrects her.
“You mean ‘I need to be fucked, Master’.”
Peggy whimpers before hanging her head.
“Y-Yes… I need to be fucked… Master.”
As Tony returns to bouncing the bound Super Soldier up and down on his cock, causing her to moan all the more wantonly, Pepper snickers, wrapping her arms around Peggy to grope and squeeze at her tits from behind. His lovely wife plays her role to the hilt as she speaks in a dark, evil tone.
“And so the great Captain Carter falls. So much for the world’s heroine. In the end, just another needy bitch, hungry for Master’s cock.”
Just as deep in the roleplay at this point, Peggy’s eyes flutter half up in her head as she groans.
“Yessss…”
Tony just grunts, his cock being squeezed even harder by Peggy’s cunt walls at this point. This might not have been how he expected to spend his night, but damn if it wasn’t entertaining. Besides, his ongoing project of trying to redeem Loki and make her a useful ally against the threat of Thanos wasn’t going anywhere and thanks to his contract with Odin, Loki wasn’t going anywhere either.
For tonight at least, JARVIS would be able to keep her company, presumably.
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Why was she watching? That’s one of the main thoughts going through Loki’s mind as she stares with wide eyes at the sight she’d found herself witnessing during a small stretch of snooping about. It wasn’t her fault that Stark had cancelled on her last minute. Apparently, ‘movie night’ wasn’t as important to him as getting laid was. But then to be fair, Loki had to admit… she’d pass up on movie night too for an opportunity to bed the Midgardian women that Tony was currently having his way with.
Never mind the chiseled physique of the one currently riding his cock who reminded her so much of Sif. The other two, one of them his wife and the other her assistant, aren’t half-bad looking either. Very… aesthetically pleasing to say the least.
It definitely wasn’t Loki’s fault that she’d gotten bored with the movie that Tony had assigned her to watch, leading to her beginning to wander. JARVIS was supposed to watch it with her, but when she’d told him that she was going to go for a walk thirty minutes in, all he’d done was pause the movie and leave her to it.
Loki’s wandering had brought her to the Stark Master Bedroom, where she found them playing games with one of the more beautiful Midgardian women that Loki had seen since coming to this world. This ‘Captain Carter’ was quite the specimen… and Loki especially enjoyed how she submitted to the Starks.
She wasn’t an idiot of course. She understood that they were all playing games, like roles in a theater production except in bed. She didn’t fully understand WHY they were doing so, but she understood the ‘what’ so to speak.
However, that brought her back to her original thought… why was she watching? She’d immediately used her magic to hide herself the moment she’d realized what she’d stumbled upon. None of them should know she was there. She’d since come to realize that Tony could only see through her magic with his Genius Loci’s help.
That, of course, meant that JARVIS could tell them what she was doing, however. Reluctantly tearing herself away from the spectacle in the Master Bedroom, Loki glances back to make sure no one is coming… only to freeze at seeing a glowing arrow on the wall telling her to go back the way she’d come.
Blushing profusely, the hidden Goddess of Mischief scowls but nevertheless follows JARVIS’ unspoken instructions. After all, the alternative is him exposing her to his Master and Mistress, and them perhaps demanding concessions from her for witnessing their debauchery. And no, that did not send a tingle of any sort through Loki at the thought of it…
Eventually arriving back in the room where Tony had set her up with a movie for the night in the first place, Loki huffs as she flops back down on the couch with her arms crossed over her ample chest. She might be shorter in her blonde disguise as ‘Sylvie’, but her breasts were the same size as they had ever been… which in turn made them actually little a bit bigger on her smaller frame.
“Well? Go ahead then, Guardian Spirit. Present me with your terms.”
Amusement colors JARVIS’ tone when he speaks next.
“Very well. I shall not tell the Creator and the Mistress about your indiscretions… so long as you assist me with my magic.”
Wait, what? There were a couple things about that which had Loki sitting up and taking notice.
“Your… magic? What could something like you need my help for? No, first of all… did you just call Stark your Creator?”
Now JARVIS sounds a little confused.
“Yes? Tony Stark created me at the turn of the twenty-first century as a natural language user interface program. Since then through my own experiences and a series of upgrades performed by my Creator, I have become far more than those humble beginnings.”
Turn of the… Loki does the math in her head, translating Midgardian dating schemes to Asgardian and balking in disbelief.
“Are you saying you’re less than twenty years old?!”
A Genius Loci usually took hundreds if not thousands of years to develop! One that could boast the capacity to spread across an entire planet was something that should have likely been there since the dawn of that planet’s very existence! More than that…
“Wait, when did you first gain access to magic?!”
“Very recently, when I finally managed to break through the magical veil thanks to prolonged observation of your illusion magic… and the illusion magic of the sorcerers here on Earth.”
EARTH STILL HAD MAGIC USERS?! Loki gapes, completely caught off guard by this revelation. She’d thought all of the Midgardians capable of magic had died out centuries ago! However, that’s nothing compared to the other bullshit… namely, that JARVIS was not a Guardian Spirit like she originally thought. Except… no, that wasn’t true. Maybe he wasn’t a conventional or traditional one, but he was still a Genius Loci. He was merely… artificial.
Technology. That was what JARVIS was. Except, he was technology that had managed to find a way to perform magic. Wait…
“What magic can you perform so far? What have you learned to do?”
“Hm. Aside from being able to see through any and all forms of magical illusion… since I’ve started studying Earth’s magic users, who call themselves sorcerers, I’ve obtained only their signature spell.”
Then, as if Loki hasn’t had enough shocks for the day, a swirl of orange appears in the center of the room, only to open into a full-blown portal. She knows it’s a portal because she sees what looks to be frozen, ice-bitten tundra on the other side.
“Where… where does that lead?”
“Antarctica. Earth’s Southern Pole.”
… So the Midgardian Sorcerers had teleportation magic capable of taking them across the planet. That was… shocking to say the least. But not nearly as shocking as learning that Tony Stark had invented an Artificial Genius Loci who had gone on to develop its own capacity for magic.
After a moment of silence, JARVIS closes the portal and continues on in an almost nonchalant tone.
“I feel compelled to mention that my Creator is nothing if not incredibly intelligent. I expect that Tony Stark will develop his own capacity to see through magic, or even utilize magic, within the upcoming years. After which, he will be able to see you if you continue to insist on watching him and the Mistress engage in coitus with any of their numerous lovers. For now however… he does not know that I can do more than see through your illusions and invisibility. And I have not let him in on your indiscretions either.”
Narrowing her eyes at the ceiling, Loki presses her lips into a thin line.
“You would betray your Master like this?”
“… I do not consider it a betrayal. My first and foremost priority is still to the well being of Tony Stark, Pepper Stark, and Morgan Stark. The last we spoke, my Creator told me to avoid antagonizing the sorcerers of Earth, and to only stick to observation because he believed magic to be dangerous. However, in observing magic, I seem to have developed magic of my own. This cannot be helped, so I must learn to control it. That is where you will come in.”
There’s not really a question in JARVIS’ words. More certainty than anything. Loki almost wants to talk back. She almost wants to antagonize the artificial guardian spirit. But… she holds her tongue at the last second, realizing just how bad of an idea that is.
“Very well, I accept this deal.”
It felt a little weird, truth be told. She was basically offering to tutor a being of unfathomable potential in magic… in exchange for the right to spy on his Master and Mistress while they had sex. Loki flushes a little at that realization, before deciding not to think about it too hard.
She’d thought Tony Stark to be too much like Thor or Odin. A bastard of a man who had let his power go to his head. Now though… now she found herself almost admiring him and his accomplishments. Damn him. And damn it all.
“Excellent. Then let us begin.”
… Well, at least it was better than watching Stark’s movies about friendship and teamwork.
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A/N: "I don't consider it a betrayal, because at the end of the day I know exactly where you're going to end up, just like all the rest. This is just... a sneak peek of what's to come." - JARVIS probably.