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Marvel: President Stark 35 - Kissing Death
🕑 Added 2025-04-23 19:49:37 +0000 UTCRealization dawned. This was no simple asteroid field or ruins of rocks. No, this was Asgard itself, destroyed, obliterated to simple rocks. The golden ruins, the statues of Thor and others, they were all real.
"What happened here?"
"Ugh!"
The colossal ship was still on his heels, firing randomly at the ruins, causing random destruction everywhere. The massive chunks of rocks struck the ship Tony was steering.
Not good.
Making a quick decision, Tony prepared his suit for space travel and ejected out in stealth mode, hiding all his heat, electrical, and visual impressions. He rushed, however, as the massive spaceship neared.
In an enormous explosion of sparks, the ship he'd borrowed from Sovereign was obliterated behind him. Tony kept flying away to get to safety, and soon enough, he watched the large ship leave.
Finally, taking a deep sigh of relief, he continued to look around for clues. He could leave whenever he wanted, but he wanted to return with answers, at least. Asgard was supposed to be a powerhouse. If Thor was anything to go by, Odin was supposed to be among the most powerful beings. How could a single ship destroy the entire Asgard?
"Jarvis, start scanning for any signals or survivors," Tony ordered and flew around the space debris. "Search for Hela."
An invisible beam of scanning rays spread out from Tony's suit, coating all the debris around as he kept flying at a fast speed. It was devastating, countless dead bodies were floating about, and from the looks of it, there were a lot of small ships too, filled with corpses. He reckoned they were escape ships, but never got to lift off.
A colossal statue of Odin was also there, headless now. Asgard was no more.
"Sir, Hela has been spotted."
Tony quickly looked towards the marked direction. Hela was really there, kneeling beside the body of an old man with a large white beard and a golden eyepatch, a majestic armor on his body and also a magnificent crown on his head.
Can't tell if she's sad or angry.
Tony came out of stealth mode and approached Hela slowly from the front. Her facial expressions gave away nothing, cold as ice. Her gaze, smudged with that dark makeup was just focused on the corpse before her.
"Uh, hi… So, clearly I missed a memo—and maybe a few explosions," Tony said, glancing around. "Is that Odin?"
Hela didn't look up at him, "Odin was mine to kill! Mine!"
Tony awkwardly scratched his metallic jaw since he couldn't really remove the helmet in deep space. "That's… on a different level. And I thought I hated my dad. But who did this? What about Thor?"
"Thanos! It was his ship," Hela replied coldly, venom filled in her voice. "Thor seems alive. I couldn't summon Mjolnir."
"Thanos again? Great. What’s his beef with Asgard now?"
Instead of responding, Hela placed her hand on Odin's chest, and the entire golden armor seemingly melted away, moving like viscous liquid and climbed up Hela's arm. It reforged itself around Hela's body, taking a darker color, but eventually looking like armor. From Odin's chest armor to his helmet, she took everything, leaving the old man in plain white robes.
Taking everything from the old man, even his spear, Hela stood back up again. She glanced around at the massive field of ruins. This was Asgard that she wanted to rule. This was the Asgard she wanted to expand.
What's there left to conquer now? Tony wondered, hoping her mind wasn't up to something evil.
"Tell me, Stark—are Midgard and the Sovereign the extent of your knowledge?" Hela questioned.
Tony pondered for a while, shuffling through the files from that Kree ship. "There's Xandar, Hala, Sakaar, Contraxia…"
"Xandar. That’s where we go," Hela declared, finally turning to Tony. "Thanos coming after Asgard is an ominous sign for your home, Stark. He's no longer chasing planets to annihilate and sell. He has a motive."
Pretty indirect way to ask for my help. Tony chuckled inside. Hela's voice and face may be hard to read, but her words were not.
"And we'll find the answer at Xandar?"
"Perhaps," Hela replied, entertaining his questions. "Xandar is home to the Nova Corps. They would know of Thanos' actions and motives."
"Great, so we're going to meet the space police?" Tony geared up and started to create the portal to Xandar. "Gonna take a moment… or two."
He moved his hand in a circle, soon creating sparks. Seeing how long it was taking, he reckoned the planet was pretty far away. But he tried to focus, using Jarvis to stimulate his memory as well.
"Uh… Any moment now."
Shhh…!
"There!"
Without wasting time, Hela moved, and unceremoniously grabbed Tony's arm and dragged him along as if he were just an iron puppet. Well, she was taller than him by a bit.
"Kinky—" Tony joked, but as soon as they stepped into the other side, both froze at the sight. "Not the view I was expecting."
"Neither was I," Hela revealed a frown.
While not destroyed to bits like Asgard, the planet of Xandar was in ruins. Its massive cities were flattened, and most of it was still burning. Dead bodies littered, the living tried to save what was left. Enormous craters dotted the landscape.
Hela stopped holding Tony and summoned her horned helmet, then Odin's spear. "Thanos was here—Follow me, Stark."
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It was hard to find anything on Xandar. The Nova Corps was decimated, and most of the high ranking members were dead. The ones left were busy managing the aftermath. So, Tony stepped up and just took over Xandar's secure data storages. It didn't take much time for him and Jarvis to dismantle any safety that the Nova Corps had put in.
Once inside, he gathered all the relevant videos from countless cameras across the planet. Soon, Thanos was spotted, and using multiple angles, all his actions and movements were traced.
"That's an Infinity stone!" Hela exclaimed once it became clear what Thanos took. "The Power Stone, no less. And he’s wearing the gauntlet."
"That sounded like a TED Talk in Klingon. Slick delivery, still nonsense," Tony muttered, shutting the video. "Infinity Stone? Enlighten me."
Hela narrowed her gaze at Tony. "Infinite power, torn from the birth of the universe itself. Each Stone commands a fundamental force—time, space, reality, mind, soul, and power. Together? They rewrite existence. Even gods fear them."
Rewrite existence? Tony wondered if she was serious or just exaggerating.
"And Thanos has them?"
"Not all, no. The record showed he already has one—Space Stone, I believe. Now he’s taken the Power Stone too. That leaves four. If he gets them all..." She gripped the spear tighter. "The universe will bend to him. And no one—not one soul—will stand in his way."
Tony sighed tiredly, knowing where Thanos would likely head. He didn't know about the Power Stone, but he knew what Thanos took from Asgard. And finally, he also knew what was inside the Tesseract.
That stone inside Loki's Scepter must be the Mind Stone. And the rest… must be around.
"Let’s bag him before he lands on Earth," Tony said, glancing at Hela. "Pretty sure he’s going for another stone. And unlucky us—Earth’s on the menu."
He eyed her carefully to gauge her reaction. Is she also power hungry like Thanos? What would she do if she got all the stones?
"With the Space Stone and Power Stone in his grasp, he's beyond defeat."
"If he bags the whole set, we’re toast," Tony said, tapping his temple. "Nova Corp’s data’s a mess, but I think I can whip up something with a little bite—just need Thanos distracted long enough to plug it in."
Hela eyed Tony for a while. It'd been a year since she met him, and by now she understood him mostly. He never suggested something that he couldn't do. Perhaps that was why her magic guided her to him.
"I suppose if you are to fulfill your word to conquer the Kree Empire without a fight, we'll first have to take care of Thanos. Very well, I shall distract him for as long as I can." She gave her word. "What follows is your burden."
Tony clapped his hands. "That's great! Let's get to work then."
"We don't know where Thanos is headed."
"Oh, I know that," Tony smirked. "Benefits of knowing the Asgardian language."
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Back on Earth, it was a relief to know that Tony Stark was alive. But it had been a year now since his last message. For most, life continued. But for a few, the worry increased. Storm raised Dexter alone, returning to the X-Mansion once the boy turned one.
Pepper continued her work as the President, resuming Tony's policies and taking Stark Industries into space mining. Stark Industries was the first and also the leading company. Sure, a few nations tried to threaten with their rockets if not given special rights over 16 Psyche, but Jarvis handled them by releasing a few juicy scandals in those nations.
Since Tony had personally changed the regime in China and Russia before leaving the office, maintaining stability in Asia and Europe was easy. Using all the means at her disposal, Pepper created continental blocks as recognised regions of planet Earth.
Asia, Europe, Africa, North America, South America, Australia—The six blocks were then allotted locations on the massive asteroid for mining, and the block itself could rent mining machines from Stark Industries.
Depending on population size, GDP size, and the level of current development, resources were divided. For example, nations that were currently developing or underdeveloped were provided more resources to quickly catch-up, the progress overseen by the United States, and Jarvis' nanobots ensured corruption never took place.
The United States itself didn't receive grand benefits from the asteroid, but still, the country was considered the lone owner of the precious asteroid without any signed documents. It was simply a fact.
By suggesting that there were more asteroids to pull, most nations chose to obey the United States in the hope of prolonged mining opportunities.
Just like that, a year went by.
Kim Jong Un's execution took place. However, North Korea was never given to the South, as Tony had turned the country into his tech utopia. Meanwhile, South Korea was a capitalistic, monopolistic hell even with Iron Guardians.
Speaking of the Iron Guardians, they were no longer just national, but global peace keepers.
Never in the history of humanity did natural disasters become so harmless, all thanks to the Iron Guardians. Crimes, super villains, destruction—all went down.
Despite Tony Stark being away, the world never forgot that name. On the contrary, Tony Stark grew more famous worldwide.
His posters were everywhere. Graffiti of his face were across the world on random walls, under the highways, bridges, or even on trains.
But in the end, Stark Industries, once it reached 5 trillion market cap officially, and unofficially, thousands of quadrillion due to the asteroid, decided to break itself to undo the monopoly that it had become.
The voices were rising about Stark Industries’ monopoly. But since Tony was running the Government, no investigation took place.
Soon enough, Stark Industries' vehicle branch and bionics branch was broken apart and some of the patents were made public. Many other branches followed suit.
But the energies and space tech branch were never touched, and were fully kept by Stark Industries under Tony Stark's name.
"Where are you, Tony?"
Pepper sighed in the Oval Office, staring at Tony's portrait hanging on the wall.
"I never thought I'd say this but… it's boring without you."
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"Hah! I told you I'd make it!" Tony boasted proudly, sitting in the pilot seat of the spacecraft. "Get ready, Hela—You better kick his ass."
Hela scoffed, ignoring his teases while she occupied the co-pilot seat, arms crossed. She knew what Tony had created, and it was enough to even kill her. When she'd heard about his idea a week ago she ridiculed him for being too ambitious.
In the end, she was pleasurably surprised to find he'd done it. By analyzing the very energy source in his chest, Tony Stark created what she deemed a palm-sized star killer.
"It takes fifteen minutes to charge, Stark. Don’t toast your triumph before you’ve earned it," Hela advised him coldly.
Tony shrugged, stepping off the pilot seat as the ship took over. "Told you—next bit’s your rodeo. Anyway, I’m gonna lie down before I have to tango with the purple princess."
Waving, Tony left the cockpit and entered the common rest area of the ship. The ship was fairly big, owned by Nova Corps, well it used to be. It was made for a crew of ten but right now it was just him and the deadly goddess.
Ah, Captain's quarters are sweet. He walked into the spacious captain's room. It was big enough to have a bed on one side, a full table for eating on the other side, with a massive, wide glass panel on one wall that showed the light streaks outside. The room even had its own bathroom with shower, and a study area that looked like an office.
"Jarvis, wake me up in three hours," Tony ordered, removing his shirt and jumping into bed. It wasn't made of a soft mattress, but some sort of a leathery surface. It was still highly comfortable, and perfectly warm.
But then Jarvis responded. "I'm afraid I can't, Sir. It appears your co-pilot is headed this way."
"Why?"
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Hela was sitting alone in the cockpit once Tony left. She thought she'd finally have some peace and isolation to think about her next moves. To prepare herself for fighting Thanos with two Infinity Stones.
But for some reason, she never got Tony Stark out of her head. He'd created a destructive weapon that even threatened her life. And he built it out of nothing but ruined scraps of Xandar. It was hard to believe a Midgardian was this intelligent, but she witnessed it all.
Slowly, her interest in Tony and his home planet grew. And now she was there, sitting alone, thinking about him and the condition in which they met.
If anything, she agreed that having Tony around was rather entertaining. But when she felt she'd seen and understood all about him, she remembered the events from Sovereign planet. She was aware of what happened between Tony and the High Priestess. She'd hoped to find Tony and leave the planet together.
But once she was told that he was with the High Priestess, inside the chamber from where Hela could hear loud, endless moans, she just left. She sneered at the pathetic nature of a Midgardian man. She knew what it was, and she loathed it.
Now, however, as she inched closer to possibly her hardest battle yet. A battle which may as well be her last, she couldn't stop thinking about those loud moans.
What could make a female produce such sounds? It was a mere shaft probed within a woman's loins. While she knew what it was, she'd never done it, felt it, so it sounded absurd.
"Well, this could very well be our final encounter. Why waste time pondering when I can simply experience it?"
With that thought in mind, Hela stood up and walked towards the back of the ship, towards the captain's quarters. On the way, she removed the excessive clothes hugging her body, starting with her cape, and then the sleeves. Then erased the fabric covering the entirety of her neck, leaving her slender, long, pale as ash neck bare, along with her shoulders, her collarbone a sleek and strong design.
Clak! Clak!
Her heels echoed in her steps, not bothering to erase the rest of the figure hugging suit she wore for battles. She reckoned it could be removed later in case things proceeded to her taste. She was curious most of all, taking this as a mere experiment.
Yet somehow, she stole a glance of herself on the glossy surface of the wall, giving herself a look. Her eyes sharp and smudged with darkness, her dark hair a beautiful mess, and her thin lips the color of her most sacred part—rosy.
Wooosh!
Without a knock, she opened the sliding door of the captain's quarters and walked inside. Right away she saw Tony Stark resting on the bed, shirtless, his muscles decent with the round contraptions stuck to the middle of his chest. She'd seen it before and it fascinated her.
"Delay your rest, Stark." Hela proudly ordered. "I have use for you yet."
Tony's brows rose, mischief in his eyes and smirk. "Which is?"
Hela noticed that smirk, and she almost felt like leaving. But it was disappointing to not know the source of those moans before possibly dying. Having lived so long, she hoped to experience at least this much.
"No need, you may remain in place. I'll make use of you by myself," Hela declared and waved her slender fingers, tipped with black sharp nails. "I’ll see for myself what made the High Priestess scream like that."
Tony's smirk widened, both his arms folding behind his head. "And how will you do that?"
Suddenly, Tony felt his body float an inch above the bedding. Before he realized it, his pants were taken off by magic, and then his shorts, leaving him naked all over, his cock not even awake yet.
"Hmm… that's rather disappointing," Hela murmured at the sight of his masculine tool. "It'll have to do."
Tony said nothing, wondering how and what led to this moment. He'd never tried anything with her other than the occasional flirting, unsure if it even worked on her frosty heart. Not that he didn't want it. Hela may be overwhelming, but she was built like a true goddess. Hot, and honestly, embodying the goth type perfectly and he loved that. Especially her height. The weird young nerd in him felt tickled.
"Stay put, Stark." Hela moved over to straddle Tony's lap, and sat on his flaccid cock. With magic, she made a tiny slit open on the fabric of her body-tight clothing, so small that nothing was visible, just enough to create a small opening for her loins. Then, she tried to sit on his cock. There was no penetration, simply smashing her lower lips onto his sleeping cock.
"Wait—don’t tell me this is your first rodeo?" Tony exclaimed in surprise, though not really. Seeing her personality, he could understand. "By the way, this thing’s got stages—needs a bit of… let’s call it… visual stimulation, to get to full capacity."
Hela stared at his face, a sneer forming. She slowly placed her right palm on his chest, fingers curling like a claw teasing his skin with her sharp nails. "Are you trying to mock me, Stark?"
"Not at all." Tony surrendered, unsure if it was because of her nails, or the tingling warm petals cradling his sleeping shaft. "You wanted to know what made Ayesha scream? Well—this is it. Before you take it in, it's gotta be fully erect."
"And what do you need for that to transpire?"
"As I said, visual stimulation. Get rid of those clothes, just like me. That's how you do it."
"Such indignity… Very well." Hela stopped insulting midway and used her magic to remove the rest of the figure hugging magical fabric.
She really IS a goddess.
Tony stared the second she sat upright and stripped away the last barrier between divinity and flesh. The shadows that had clung to her like armor dissipated.
Her breasts, hidden so well beneath that raven-clad fabric, now stood full and round; each one more than a handful, tipped with tight, rose-hued buds that seemed sculpted to be suckled. Her abs were lean but hard, the lines of strength running down to her navel, flaring out into wide, goddess hips that framed the smooth pelvis like marble curves sculpted by madness itself.
Between her thighs, her pussy was a vision; bald, glistening, bare as if untouched by time or man. A slit so rosy, so dainty, it seemed surreal against the harsh power she radiated. A virgin flower that looked like it had never been kissed, but now begged for corruption.
"That's… great… Yeah…" Tony mumbled, hypnotized. His cock twitched against her, already standing to full height under the sheer visual pressure of her naked majesty.
But when he tried to reach for her mounds, drawn in like a moth to flames, she swatted his hands away with a scowl that could freeze hell.
“Don’t push it, Stark,” she hissed.
Her hand lowered next, wrapping around the thick base of his cock like she was gripping a weapon. And to her, perhaps it was. Her fingers circled his girth slowly, examining it, measuring.
Tony swallowed hard, mouth parched, as that perfect V from her shoulders and arms, framed her breast, navel and smooth belly. Her pale swells shifted above him, soft and full as they squeezed together with the motion.
Then she tried it, rising first, then her cunt pressed down to the swollen head of his cock, and her body came down, trying to take it raw; without warning, without mercy.
“Nnngh—! Ugh… That High Priestess was a buffoon to enjoy this,” Hela growled, her brows furrowed.
Tony grunted, gripping her hips, trying not to burst into laughter at her unholy attempt at impaling herself cold.
“You went in dry, Hela.” His voice strained, part aroused, part impressed. “Don’t rush it. Move slowly, up and down… let your body figure it out.”
Her glare could’ve melted vibranium, but she was still too curious to stop. Slowly, she started rocking; back and forth, her hips rolling as the friction sparked sensation. The folds of her untouched pussy, slickening with each grind, started to kiss and part around his shaft, enveloping his tip like warm silk soaking in new heat. Her walls clenched cautiously, unused to being stretched. And yet, every motion drew out more wetness, more need.
She didn’t moan like a mere mortal girl. She grunted, low and regal. Her jaw clenched, breath sharp through her nose. “Mmgh… Hhh…”
Her face stayed proud, but the crimson blooming across her cheeks betrayed her. A dignified moan slipped from her lips when she found a rhythm that brushed his cock just right. There she felt it, a small sting of a tiny wound in her core. It was negligible, not even as painful as her own past battle scars.
When Tony’s hands crept back to her hips, she snarled, completely ignoring the lost chastity she didn’t even care about. It was meaningless to the Goddess of Death.
“Enough.”
Annoyed by his hands, with a snap, Hela seized Tony’s wrists and slammed them against the bed above his head. Her palms pinned him down, nails grazing his skin, and she leaned over him. Her pale body arched in dominance, but her godly pussy, her leaking, pulsing core kept grinding against him with slow desperation. Her petals clung tighter, growing greedy. Her blush deepened.
Tony just looked up at her. In awe. In disbelief. In lust. Living every nerd's dream right at this moment, pinned under a goth queen.
Her dark hair hung like a curtain of midnight as she stared down at him, brushing giants his skin with arousing tickles. Her face carved from ice but heat leaking between her thighs like a flood.
"You know, Hela…" Tony muttered, gulping as he felt her insanely tight clenches. A goddess had godly muscles, it seemed. "You're beautiful."
Her eyes narrowed, the compliment felt like poison.
“Do not… mock me, Stark,” she spat, her grip tightening enough for her claws to leave red trails in his wrists. And yet, she kept moving.
What? She can't believe me? Wait, has no one said this to her before?
Tony really didn't lie when he called her beautiful. Heck, Hela was stunning enough to knock all those Victoria's Secret models or whatever. With her height, that body, and that icy cold face, she was made to be a top model.
"Ugh…" For now, he struggled to hold himself back from cuming too early.
Her pussy was hellish inside. Hot like hell itself, slick and hungry. Her folds clung to him like molten velvet, sucking him in with every slow grind. Each pulse of her walls massaged his rigid shaft, kneading it like she was tasting him, coaxing him deeper. The heat and pressure had his toes curling, muscles in his thighs twitching. It wasn’t just tight, it was constricting, as if her pussy was built to drain a man to the every last drop, inch by inch, gripping around him.
From above, a soft breath escaped Hela’s lips. Not a moan, not quite; she was too restrained for that, too prideful. But her throat trembled with the sound, like she hated the loss of control.
“Mmh…” It was low, barely audible, but it vibrated with a kind of haughty shame. As if letting even that much escape her was a defeat.
Then she straightened up, releasing Tony’s wrists. She sat back, lifting her chin and crossing her arms beneath her breasts. Those full, pale mounds jiggling softly from her movement, flushed from blood and heat. Her stare bore down on him, sharp and accusing, as if he was doing this to her. And maybe he was.
Inside her drooling core, she felt full to the brim. Uncomfortably, shamefully stuffed full. Her pussy clung to him like it didn’t want to let go. Each movement of her hips made the flesh rod shift and press deeper, igniting a wave of shivers along her spine. She could hardly believe such a thing existed, this warmth, this stretch, this need. It infuriated her that she couldn’t control it. Instead, it sparked something lower, darker. Something feral.
She wanted more.
No, she needed more.
And that feeling… that helpless loss of control, of needing this mortal’s cock to keep that rush coursing through her veins, it filled her with a cold rage. Not at him, but at herself. In this dependency her body was forming without her permission. The pleasure was turning into addiction, and she hadn’t even screamed like that High Priestess yet.
"Is this it, Stark? This is wha—"
WOOSH!
"Not at all, Hela." Tony abruptly took control. Two gauntlets of his Iron Man suit materialized from his nanotech and equipped themselves on both of Hela’s arms, all the way up to her elbows. And with that, Tony flung her body backwards. "If you want to feel that… let me do the moving."
"How dare you?!" Hela erupted in anger.
However, as Tony's gauntlets pushed her all the way back and off the bed, she lost the sensation that filled her delicate walls. Her rage instantly died down, and turned into sheer need for it.
"If this is one of your jokes, I'll have—"
Tony shut her mouth by standing up and striding towards her. The tall Hela unknowingly stepped back until her back was plastered on the massive glass windows of the cabin, the shining streaks of lights dancing on her skin from outside.
"In such matters, I don't joke."
That single, low declaration flipped the balance like a switch. He wasn’t teasing anymore. There was no fear towards the Goddess of Death. He was going to give her what she came for, what her body begged for even if her mouth wouldn't admit it. The true pleasure of sex. And it didn't start and end from her pussy.
"Just let me do it…" Tony whispered as his chest pressed up against her bare breasts, those perfect orbs so full and proud against him, warm and impossibly soft without the faintest sag. His eyes were inches from hers, his breath curling against hers. "Focus on the sensations… let them sink in."
He slid his hand down her taut stomach, fingers trailing that dip between her abs before brushing over her cunt. The tips of his fingers teased her clit, light strokes that made her twitch. Then it dipped further, sliding between her folds. His other hand took one of her breasts in his palm, thumbing the hardening peak before lowering his head and wrapping his lips around it.
"STARK!" She barked, her voice trembling between fury and something much more human.
"Shhh… feel it." He didn’t back down. His tongue circled her nipple, slow and deliberate, until it stiffened like a button of heat. He sucked with wet worship, switching between each breast, licking her like the finest delicacy.
Her back arched helplessly into him, her hips rolling against his fingers as they plunged and curled inside her, wet now, so wet her nectar coated his knuckles. The squelch of his finger-fucking filled the cabin, only rivaled by her breathless gasps.
Her hips bucked, tiny jerks that she couldn’t control. Her body was fucking itself on his fingers, and even if her pride didn’t allow her to beg. Her trembling thighs and softly panting moans told him all he needed.
"Let's get to the main part now, Hela."
Tony summoned the gauntlets he’d put on her arms and equipped them back on his own arms for a boost in strength for his next move. He freed her completely, knowing she wasn’t going anywhere now.
"Just let it… go!"
"You—!"
Before she could curse him, he hooked his arms beneath her knees and lifted her effortlessly. Her back slammed into the glass behind her, lights from the stars and distant galaxies flickering across her glistening skin. Her arms clamped tight around his neck out of instinct, her dark eyes flashing with fire, and yet her legs folded so perfectly that her drenched pussy was right there, parted, dripping, desperate.
"Shhh~" Tony shushed her, lining up his cock against her swollen folds. She was tall, and her core hung right where he needed it, begging to be taken. He gave a single, gentle thrust, slow and solid, and pushed deep into that godly warmth, the finest snug glove for his cock.
"Mmmm… yo–oh… are… vile~!" Hela’s protest turned into a long melodic moan. She felt it all as his cock’s length brushed slowly past her soaked walls, stretching every inch as his grooves teased her endlessly.
Her walls clenched Tony’s cock the moment it struck her depths, like her pussy knew this shape, like it had been waiting its whole existence to be filled this way. The heat was unbearable; wet, silky pressure throbbing around him, gripping every time he moved even a fraction. She was impossibly tight, her inner walls kneading and sucking him deeper, dragging his orgasm out of his gut and threatening to blow it too soon.
"Just feel it… and let it go."
Tony’s hips moved, slow at first, grinding his cock deep and pulling out just far enough to hear the wet suction pop before slamming it back in. The rhythm grew faster, meaner. The squelch of her cunt filled the room, accompanied by the slapping clap of his hips crashing into her ass again and again. Their scent, musky, primal, sharp with sex, clung thick to the air.
Hela’s long hair tossed wildly as she bounced in his arms. Her nails dug into his back so hard they broke skin, thin lines of red marking his flesh as she held on tight. Her legs locked around his shoulders, squeezing him in, her ankles dangling at his sides with every deep thrust. Her back was slick with sweat and pressed flush onto the glass, fogging it with the heat of her body.
"Mm…" The sound slipped from her lips before she could stop it. Low, soft, strained. Dignified even in her surrender.
And just when Hela thought that had to be the peak, Tony pushed it further. His lips landed on hers; bold, uninvited, hot. She didn’t growl, didn’t pull away. Instead, her lips parted willingly, and his tongue swept in, stroking hers with wet dominance. Their mouths moved in sync, scorching and slick, each kiss sealing her pride tighter inside her chest. He quite literally fucked her from both ends, her cunt and her mouth.
That was when she truly felt it. Knew it. This was what that High Priestess had once screamed for, what had made her sob and claw, and beg for more.
“Ah—ahh…! Mm—nnn… AH!” Her moans deepened, her throat letting them spill out in thick, dirty breaths, raw and real. Needy like the moans of a woman ruined just right.
Her arms clung tighter around his neck. She kissed him back now, fiercely, swallowing his tongue, grinding her hips down onto his cock like she needed to be filled, needed to be finished, and then it struck her.
“Aahh–! Yes! Yess–!” Her climax tore through her with ferocity. A full-body quake rolled from her toes to her scalp. She came hard, wet and squelching, her juices gushing out around his shaft, flooding between their bodies and dripping down onto his thighs. It was nasty, loud, and beautiful. Her head tossed back with a gasp as her tight little hole milked him violently.
Her pussy gripped Tony’s cock like it wanted to unscrew it off him.
“F-Fuck—Hela—!”
Tony groaned through gritted teeth as her orgasm dragged him over the edge with her. Her velvet walls clenched him so tight, he swore his dick was getting crushed in the best possible way. It was too much. Too tight. Too silky and wet.
He erupted inside her with a guttural growl.
Thick, molten ropes of cum burst out of him, flooding her trembling, cunt with heavy, scalding heat. He wanted to pull out, but his legs wouldn’t move, his brain was blank, his body utterly taken over by the pleasure. So he stayed buried, twitching, filling her goddess depths with load after load.
It was wrong, creaming inside the Goddess of Death, but it felt fucking incredible. His cock throbbed as if draining him, stuffing her so full it almost hurt. And when her walls squeezed down around him for one last pulse, he let out a hiss and gave her every last drop he had until his balls ached from the effort.
They stayed like that for a moment. Breathing, kissing, balls deep. Fading slowly from that impossible high.
And that was when Hela realized; she was still kissing him. Still letting his mouth touch hers.
She jerked back. Her legs dropped from his grip, feet landed heavily on the floor. Her lips parted from his, and her eyes went instantly cold again, like a winter storm had returned to her face.
“Don’t get comfortable, Stark,” she sneered. Her obsidian clothes reappeared with a flash of magic, snapping back over her glistening, perfect body as if the past climax had never happened.
Tony, breathless, skin scratched raw and cock still twitching, awkwardly opened his mouth. “You should first cl—”
“No more!” she snapped, already storming toward the door. “You’re lucky to be standing alive.”
Wooosh!
The cabin door hissed shut behind her, sealing with a mechanical slam.
Left standing alone, cum still dripping from his cock and pooling on the floor beneath him, Tony just stared at the door.
“…I was just telling her to clean up before getting dressed,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck.
With a sigh, he turned and wandered toward the warm light of the bathroom, his body sticky, marked, and sore in all the right places.
That was… hot. I hope she liked it.
She did—A lot.
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"Where is the Reality Stone?"
Cough! Cough!
"I-I don't know what you're talking about?"
"I will repeat myself just once—Only once." Thanos hardened his grip on Taneleer Tivan's neck. "Where is the Reality Stone?"
Taneleer struggled to breath, his eyes almost bulged out by the firm grip of the Mad Titan. He gurgled words, his own spit drowning him. But his eyes unwittingly shifted sideways, as if scared of having his most prized possession stolen.
"The box?" Thanos followed that short moment of side-glance. "You could have made this so much simpler."
Crunch!
Thanos squeezed with full power and crushed Taneleer's neck completely, killing him. Then, he strode towards the glass cage with the metallic box inside, a tiny window on it revealing something red and liquid inside. This was it, the Reality Stone, the one that couldn't truly be called a stone.
"The third, at last," Thanos muttered and strode towards it. He was alone, having sent his Black Order to find the remaining stones for him. He had nothing to fear with the gauntlet and now three stones in his possession.
With a simple punch at the glass cage, he shattered it and gripped the small metal box. It was hard to see but he was excited inside. His conquest was reaching its end, at last.
"Nothing stands in my way."
Clak! Clak!
Footsteps echoed from behind. "Thanos."
Thanos turned around quickly and a smile crept on his face. "Hela? So you survived. Ah… I shall rebuild your Asgard once I possess all seven stones."
"I doubt you'll make it that far." Hela conjured her armor and helmet, Odin's spear in hand. "You've lost your mind at last."
Thanos didn't flinch, or appear shocked. Instead, he opened the container holding the Reality Stone. "You believe you can defeat me?"
"No, I cannot. But…" Hela shook her head, her eyes focused on the red liquid.
Woosh!
"...we can!"
Clank!
Tony came out of stealth just as he dived and snatched the Reality Stone out of Thanos' hand, along with the box. The Mad Titan was left standing, in disbelief that Hela was working with someone, and that she considered another being worthy of being her partner in a battle.
Hela had warned Tony to fly away as soon as his job was over. But Tony noticed the strange red liquid from the metal box seep out and latch onto his red armor.
Shhh~
Out of nowhere, he heard countless electrical failures inside his suit. His jet boosters started malfunctioning and he lost all thrust soon enough.
Bam!
Not too far from Thanos and Hela, he fell on a pile of some unknown roots that were collected in a giant glass.
"Sir, something is interfering with the electrical systems. Running diagnostics," Jarvis informed.
"Ugh… Tony forced himself to stand up and get out of the pile of space tree roots. In the distance he saw Hela engaging Thanos directly. And already, Hela was on the backfoot, getting pushed back by the purple energy being released from Thanos' fist.
BOOM!
Each punch from Thanos shook the entire facility, carved inside the skull of some ancient creature.
"Jarvis, how much longer?" Tony questioned, not even able to retract his nanotech suit as the electrical systems had completely malfunctioned.
"Sir, that liquid was absorbed by the Arc Reactor in your chest," Jarvis notified. "An uncontrollable spike in energy level is noticed, still rising. The composition of the liquid is similar to the research you did on Tesseract—Death imminent! Bypassing energy flow—"
Tony's mouth dried as he listened to that. He felt nothing physically, but Jarvis' words were ominous. "Talk me through it, Jarvis."
"The energy feels conscious, Sir. It's trying to change the composition of the Arc Reactor." Jarvis explained.
What? How is that possible?
"You mean, it's trying to change the element inside the Arc Reactor?"
"No, Sir. It's trying to change the entire Arc Reactor's composition. From its physical assembly to the elements inside."
BOOM!
Fuck!
He watched Hela and Thanos exchange a full powered blow. Both of them were thrown away, but Hela's arm looked bruised, and her horned helmet had some spikes broken. She was panting, yet standing.
"Jarvis—no holding back. I blow up here, or I save the day with flair. We only got a few seconds before the thing goes off." Tony ordered Jarvis. "Stop restricting the energy supply. Let me move."
"I'm afraid that won't be possible, Sir. The substance has already entered your bloodstream. Any movement may trigger a reaction. I recommend transferring control of the suit to me."
Tony just sighed and gave away the control. He trusted Jarvis. "Go ahead—Help Hela distract the purple ballsack."
Woosh!
Under Jarvis' precise control, Tony's body moved. He didn't know what was happening to his body, nor did he feel anything. He just had one job in mind, to distract Thanos.
"Ten seconds left for detonation, Sir."
Tony chuckled, seeing the small, fist sized round device he'd stuck to Thanos' back, right in the middle where the Mad Titan couldn't reach no matter how hard he may try. He'd done it the first time he came out of stealth and stole the Reality Stone. That was the trick, but the time needed for the device to fully charge was long.
"Team up!" Tony's voice rang out as he blasted at Thanos from the other side, giving Hela some room to breath. But the Goddess of Death didn't need it as she lunged forward and smashed the spear's butt on Thanos' face.
"Five seconds left, Sir."
"Then start playing that song," Tony ordered, and made Jarvis fly faster. "Grab Hela and fly to the side for safety. The explosion's two-dimensional range will be extreme."
Bam!
Bam!
Hela kept striking Thanos, pushing him back into a defensive stance. She used Odin's very spear to do that.
"Hela!" Tony's shout came from behind.
And right then, a strange, loud music started ringing from the Iron Man suit. It wasn't the best of Tony's choice, but he'd downloaded it from a tiny portal, painstakingly. Perfect for Thanos' final moments.
♫Hey, hey… Bye, bye, bye…♫
Woosh!
Jarvis changed direction at the last moment to keep away from Thanos, and without halting the momentum, slammed a metallic arm around Hela's waist and dragged her away from Thanos, flying to the side, as far as possible.
♫Bye, bye…♫
The music continued to get louder.
Thanos stood in his spot, clueless, a little confused why Hela was retreating. He looked at their flying figures, and surprisingly, Hela waved back at him, followed by the man in the iron suit.
Beep! Beeeeeee—!
The instant he heard those ominous beeps from his back, he lost.
The entire “planet” was shrouded in bright, white light. He felt nothing, no pain, no sensations. Thanos just remained standing there, his ears deafened by the unimaginable energy hidden behind that explosion. He could feel it. His body wasn't shattered, but rather pierced. And it was far too much for him to handle.
BOOOM!
At last, the ear shattering explosion covered all of Knowhere. Every single glass cage in the Collector's Museum broke apart.
Tony, flying away as fast as he could, suddenly lost all lift and fell down into a tight hallway. Thankfully, they’d gotten away from the actual range of the blast as the bomb he’d made acted like a beam, concentrating energy only in two directions. As the bomb was on Thanos' back, Thanos' torso and anything behind him, as far as the nearby planets got obliterated—the beam was an actual Star Killer, concentrated in a palm-sized disk.
BAM!
Hela fell first, rolling further away. But she was back on her feet instantly, shutting her eyes and shielding her ears. She wasn’t lying when she said Tony's invention could kill her too.
Grrrrr….~
Even after the blinding light vanished, she felt vibrations and heat. But it was manageable, so she looked for Tony. He was still on the floor, his armor sprawled, unmoving.
"Stark, we won!" She called for him.
No response came from Tony. He couldn't, as only Jarvis was frantically vocal inside the armor's helmet.
"Emergency protocol engaged: cardiac failure detected. Compressing. No consciousness. Defibrillator deployed. Pulse is absent—Blood inscrutable—Blood impurity confirmed—Arc Reactor overloaded—Explosion imminent in five—"
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A/N: Next chapter will most likely be the last in this series.
Comments
Mezz015
So would it be possible to write an orgy as a last hurrah for president stark?
Lord Mehmeh
I enjoyed the goth queen
Nav
Can tony go back into time to Peggy for a bit
