Chapter 1: Introduction
Thor strode through the doors of the lavish penthouse, electric blue eyes gleaming as he scanned the room. Iron Man, inside the red and gold suit, hovered next to him, arms crossed. Captain America stood on the other side, scruffy blonde hair ruffling as he nodded at the group of women who lined the wall.
"Get ready to take your pick, folks." Iron Man announced through his voice speaker. He hovered over to the women, who are lined up along the wall, their hands pressed against the plaster and the ass stuck for their potential partner's hungry eyes.
He grabbed their asses one at a time and gave each a firm slap, causing the bountiful meat to jiggle in their spandex cover.
"Don't be afraid to be rough with these bitches," he continues. "tonight they're not your friends, and they're not Avengers. They cum-hungry whores, and we'll treat them like it." Thor chuckled low in his chest, his own eyes starting to linger on the curves of a certain redhead - that witch. He couldn't remember her name, but it didn't matter. No one used their real names here, anyway.
Scarlet Witch. That was it.
The sultry sorceress caught him staring and smiled, running her hands over her voluptuous hips. She wore a red latex suit that stretched like a second skin over her impressive figure, with the crimson cape flowing behind her.
The plunging front highlighted her cleavage and parts of her pale, toned stomach peered out. It didn't take a genius to realize why she was the first choice of many here.
Iron Man turned to the group of male heroes and whispered suggestively, "We should share her. I bet she would be excellent in a threesome."
Thor chuckled heartily. "I'd never say no to that!"
Captain America nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on the woman in red.
"That's an excellent idea. Let's go claim our prize."
Iron Man and Thor exchanged victorious smiles, before making their way to Scarlet Witch. As they reached her, Iron Man grabbed her chin, tilting her head back. A shiver ran down her spine at the contact.
"Look who's ready for some fucking action," he said with a smirk on his face.
Iron Man leaned on his metal boots with a swagger.
Without hesitation, Thor wrapped his arm around Scarlet Witch in a vice lock, pulling her body close to his. His muscular arm brushed her perky breast as she let out a soft groan.
"I'm a fan of the rough types," she whispered in a sultry tone. "You won't disappoint me, would you?"
Without a word, Thor gripped the fabric of her latex suit, ripping it in two with the power in his arms.
Scarlet Witch gasped, biting her lip as her hands instinctively went to cover her bare chest, her full pink nipples standing out in the cold air.
"Here, let me help you with that," Iron Man leered, grabbing one wrist roughly and pushing her arm up, leaving her breast bare to their eyes. He then moved to the side of her, pinching one perfectly round and full tit between his bulletproof fingers.
"Thor and I always like to tag team our fucks," he taunted, as he began to knead her soft breast with his expert hand.
"Don't you, Thor?"
The God of Thunder grunted in response, his bulging biceps squeezing her tender waist. "Aye, I prefer to make my women scream my name with pleasure as well as pain," he growled, hoisting her up in his arms.
Scarlet Witch yelped, dangling in the air and wrapped her arms and legs around his ironclad torso. His Adam's apple bobbed, as he crushed her lips in a searing kiss, fusing their bodies together.
He plunged his greedy tongue into her mouth, tasting the sweetness that belonged to only him in that moment.
While Thor explored her mouth, Iron Man let go of her turned his full attention to her exposed breasted. Without losing time, he eagerly helped himself to what he soon thought of as a sweet treat, passionately sucking and biting on her tender nipples.
He felt her body shiver in his arms, writhing in response to the intense pleasure and the exquisite pain he inflicted on her quivering flesh.
Meanwhile, Iron Man had moved down to her lower half, his nimble, metallic fingers pulling away the torn remains of her latex suit. His cold fingers slid against her warm and smooth skin, leaving chills running through her veins.
She gasped and writhed sensually as he teased and stroked, exploring every curve of her exposed lower half, before touching her tightly-shut thighs.
Iron Man then took a tight hold of her thighs, digging his metallic fingers into her skin and spreading them apart, revealing her glistening pussy to the cool air of the suite.
She threw her head back and moaned, surrendering to the touch of his obscenely cold fingers, interspersed with her hot folds.
She sighed, her fingers reaching for his sandy hair, caressing Iron Man's golden helmet as Thor relentlessly plundered her plush mouth, his tongue intertwining with hers.
Iron Man continued his exploration, savoring every shudder of her supple body, sowing the promise of even greater pleasure. With a self-assured grin, he plunged his fingers into her clenching pussy, utterly drenching them with her warmth, while his thumb caressed her swollen clit in slow circles.
Scarlet Witch moaned wildly into Thor's mouth, her thighs quivering around Iron Man's cold metal fingers, a delicious vice hold that called forth lewd images of her engulfing his whole length.
As Iron Man fingered her with a fair bit of expertise, Thor began to trail his lips down her chin, making his way to the exposed breast that he earlier ripped the latex suit from. A greedy hand reached out, kneading the soft flesh of her generous bosom as he began to lavish her nipple with attention.
Thor's tongue danced over her pert and pink pebbles while simultaneously attending to her eager and gasping mouth.
The moisture between her quivering thighs grew by the second, the hunger for sexual release becoming unbearable. She could feel the fervent throbbing of her clitoris as she jerked her body and whimpered into the invading thrust of Iron Man's agile fingers.
Captain America strode over, admiring the lewd act before him.
"Mind if I join in?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.
Iron Man chuckled, his fingers still buried deep within her pussy. "By all means, Cap. We could all use a break."
Captain America’s hands were on her taut stomach, tracing the muscles where her latex suit once sat.
His fingers dipped into her belly button, eliciting a soft moan from her still-parted lips.
"That sounds like a yes to me," murmured Iron Man, removing his hand. Scarlet Witch's chest heaved, unfulfilled and yearning for more.
Captain America's presence only heightened the anticipation of her release. The bulge of his tight suit was evident as he pressed himself closer to her, trapping her between the two other superheroes.
She panted heavily, her mind fogging with the salacious pictures that her mind's eye painted of the explicit acts that they were all about to do with her.
With a devilish grin, Captain America let his hands wander lower still and slipped them underneath the fabric of her torn suit. Her slender waist felt warm beneath his cold-clad touch, and he couldn't resist tracing his fingers along the side of her body.
As she arched her back in response, he boldly touched her bare skin.
His callousare fingers roamed over the taught muscles of her abdomen, before making their way to the juncture of her trembling thighs.
Captain America's hand traced the curve of her hip, following a path blazed by Thor's earlier touch. Captivated, he explored how her skin pebbled beneath his fingertips, enflaming her taut flesh with a simple feather-light touch.
With an obscene grin, Captain America pushed her flimsy red suit to the side, stalking his prize.
His fingers found her soaking mound, her slickness coating his digits in her arousal. There was no mistaking what she wanted, and her mewls bade him to take her, hard.
"You're so wet for us," he ground out, frustration and lust bubbling beneath his composed exterior. Bending to his need, he plunged two fingers into her core, her pussy squeezing around him, milking him for more.
Iron Man didn't need further prodding.
His metallic fingers pressed and circled her throbbing clit, sending Scarlet Witch to new heights of pleasure. Her back arched, and she threw her head back, moaning.
Thor took advantage of her exposed neck, showering it with gentle kisses that soon turned to passionate bites. The combination of Iron Man's skillful fingers and the gentle yet possessive grip of Thor's hand on her breast proved to be too much for her.
"I'm - I'm gonna cum," Scarlet Witch rasped, her breath hitching.
Iron Man's lips curved upwards in triumph, increasing the speed of his fingers. Thor growled against the crook of her neck, his other hand sneaking inside her suit to fondle her bare ass.
Captain America groaned and pulled out his fingers, slick with her juices. He brought them to his mouth and sucked, savoring her taste.
"Fuck, you taste good," he muttered, before resuming his position at her pussy.
Thor lifted his head from her neck, his blue eyes blazing with lust, gleaming from the mixture of pleasure and unhinged intentions.
His mouth crashed on hers once more, hungry and hard, his tongue battling with hers with a ferocity that would rival any battle they've ever fought together. His massive hands bruised her delicate skin, his grip tighter than ever.
Meanwhile, Iron Man and Captain America feasted on her voluptuous body as if it was their last meal.
"Get on your knees," Iron Man demanded, his voice hoarse from the pleasure coursing through him.
Thor set her down with a thud, and she dropped her legs to obey, her quivering thighs brushing over Iron Man's metallic boots. She looked delicious on her knees, her voluptuous body exposed and vulnerable, but with a naughty glint of pride in her eyes.
Thor stripped off his shirt, baring his muscled torso, as Captain America bent over her.
The Scarlet Witch looked to see herself surrounded by a circle of cocks , hard and ready, fists pumping on the base of the shafts. Her heart raced. Thor dropped his pants, releasing a beauty to behold—a huge cock, long, thick, and rigidly tumescent, the head engorged, veined shaft beckoning her fiery red lips.
Her pussy clenched. A soft moan left her mouth while Thor's large blue eyes bored into hers. He closed the gap between them and ran his fingers through her long crimson curls.
She took his cock into her mouth, moaning at the taste and feeling of him against her tongue.
"That's it," Thor growled, holding the back of her head with force that would have been unbearable if it hadn't been Thor who was doing it. Instead, she shuddered at the aggressive sensation and dug her nails into his muscular thighs, spurring him on.
But she wanted more.
She wanted all of them.
"I want to taste them all," she rasped, and the three men exchanged glances.
Scarlet Witch parted her plush lips, her eyes gleaming with promises of wicked things to come. The hunger in her eyes was impossible to ignore.
This slutty side of Ms. Wanda Maximoff seemed to unleash the beast within the heroes.
Thor lifted her face and drove his cock deeper into her mouth, grunting as he ravaged her.
Iron Man stepped closer, grabbing her hand and guiding it to his own cock, while Captain America did the same.
"You heard her, slut. Show us how good you are." Iron Man said, a hint of playfulness mixed with his arrogance.
She stroked their cock with a sinful smile on her face, enjoying how each throbbed at her touch.
She swirled her tongue around the crown of Thor's cock, licking off the precum that leaked out. Meanwhile, her other hand played with Captain America's shaft, her fingers tracing the curvature, and her thumb applying pressure on the underside-the most sensitive spot.
She took her time, allowing her tongue to dance around the throbbing head of Thor's cock, while her fingers circled Captain America's and Iron Man's length like they were reins telling them what to do.
The men around her let out a symphony of groans and moans, the shared resonance sound tracking an explicit lovers' ballet.
Thor tilted his head back and bellowed, losing himself in a euphoria he hadn't experienced since before he'd earned his status as a god.
Scarlet Witch moaned around the thick and throbbing erection, savoring his musk, his uncontrollable lust.
The intoxicating energy between the heroes only amplified the heady mix of sweat, sex, and the desire for more.
She let go of Thor's cock and turned to the Captain's shaft, giving him the same treatment . Swirling round his head, letting her tongue explore the ridges round its tip before she opened her mouth wide, her plush lips parting to let him in.
"Fuck, Wanda," Captain America groaned. "Your lips are sinful, girl."
She hummed around him, the vibrations sending spirals of joy through him while she picked up the pace - sucking him with ferocity that brought him even closer to the edge.
Iron Man felt increasingly left out, unable to join their cock-sucking party.