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How easy it was for one Wanda Maximoff to get what she wanted, when she wanted it. Her magic reverberated off of her body, attracting anybody she wanted. Sometimes more than one person at once. But today was your lucky day, for Wanda could sense your slutty mind any number of miles away. In fact, as she would soon tell you, she’d been searching for you for a while–saving herself for what she imagined would be her best experience yet.
There you were, in your pretty, tight, silk dress, waiting for a pretty woman to take you home. You stirred the little toothpick in your cocktail for what felt like the hundredth time, and suddenly: there she was. In her own pretty little dress, hair–almost magically–flowing down her shoulders and your eyes were essentially glued to her breasts. You bit your lip as she swayed toward you, each step pulling you further into her magic. “You didn’t need to use all that pretty magic, I was all yours the moment you came in,” you said. Being a witch yourself, Wanda’s magic tickled your skin, and all the witches have talked about her. “The Great Sorceress. Well,” you looked her up and down, “how great you are.” Wanda smirked and held out her hand. You took the skewer of olives off of your dirty and slowly licked them off while the salt danced on your tongue, and then your hand was in hers. In the blink of an eye, you two were out the door.
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She had your back against the wall and her tongue down your throat, and you were loving every second of it. “That’s a good girl for me,” she murmured as she kissed around your jawline, and then suddenly, she pulled away and looked at you, scanning you for something. “I know you’re a rather curious girl, and a slutty one at that,” her hands rubbed against your collarbone and your neck, and it was driving you mad. The good kind. “I want to try something that could be very fun for you, but I need you to relax, okay?”
“Anything for you,” you confessed, the words spilling out of your mouth. She smiled, and pulled you back into another kiss, a heavier one this time. Suddenly her lips felt more ethereal and you felt little reason to pull away, air no longer being a necessity; Wanda was your only want and need. Her magic traced all around your body, and pulled you onto the bed, restraining each of your limbs to the bed posts as well. She was so gentle with you, but still so firm. Wanda’s lips kissed every inch of your body, but of course not where you really wanted her. That would be too easy.
And a lot less fun.
“Getting needy, detka? Where do you want me?”
“Please,” you moaned in absolute agony, shaking in your restraints, “make me feel good.”
“You want my fingers inside you?” Wanda taunts, sliding two fingers inside of you and curling them. You scream in ecstasy, all your nerves firing faster than you’ve ever felt. Her head fell between your legs as well, making you shake, “my tongue on your clit?’ tears were falling out from your eyes as you nodded your head. You yelled some expletives, and a string of red wrapped itself around your hair and pulled down, setting a fire on your scalp, but it only gave you more pleasure.
“Wanda–.”
“Mommy’s better for me,” she pulled away to say, unlatching herself from your pussy with a loud squelching noise. “Are you gonna come for me?”
“Yes, Mommy–fuck–don’t stop!” You pulled against your restraints, wanting to hold her while all your muscles tightened, your cunt squeezing around her fingers while her tongue played with your clit. Your body shook, drunk on the pleasure as an indescribable wave of pleasure washed over you, not a drop escaping from Wanda’s mouth. The restraining magic loosened and all of your limbs retracted in toward you. Your breathing was laborious, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face.
You felt magic still buzzing around you, a red glow illuminating from Wanda’s waist. She smirked at you and climbed onto the bed. Your body rose so your lips would meet hers, arms draped around her neck. Her hand found its way into your hair now, wrapping it into a messy and controllable little bun as her tongue found its way down your throat. “Be a good girl for me?” You nodded, crawling off of the bed, as she pulled you toward her strap. Your hands ran over it, making Wanda let out a sigh. You smiled, finally giving her even a fraction of what she has just given you, and your mouth got to work. You sucked and licked and kissed the magical cock until Wanda took the lead. Her hands raked into the back of your head, and she started fucking your face, and each time your nose hit her pelvis. “That’s a good girl. That’s a good. fucking. girl,” Wanda tossed her head back and slowed down her pushing and pulling, each praise in line with a movement. Once you finally pulled away with a pop, you sat back down on the bed next to Wanda, placing kisses on one side of her neck, and your hand on the other.
She flipped you onto her lap and, in your moment of surprise, started attacking your neck with licks and bites and kisses that could do nothing but leave a masterpiece of bruises about your neck. A neck, which then was clasped by a hand, lightly squeezing around your it, which made you giggle. “Such a slutty girl for me,” she murmured. Her fingernails glided around your waist, making your shiver thirty times over.
Every part of this was unreal.
You raised your hips over Wanda’s cock, and she coaxed you back down onto it. “So good, Mommy,” you whispered, sucked deeper into the thrill. Wanda expertly moved your hips on her dick, tugging every sound she could out of that special throat of yours. Her tongue loved the taste of your skin, as if your neck was a never-ending sucker. Slowly but surely, her chosen hip workings warped into what you wanted to do as you started to ride her. Your hips smacked against her thighs and all that sound, all this lust was boiling inside you.
Wanda stopped your hips and flipped you over, your hands and knees dropping back onto the bed as she rammed herself into you. “Sorry, detka. Mommy likes to be in charge.” You moaned in response, sweat dripping all over your body, Wanda’s hands rubbing it back against your skin.
Miraculously, it somehow got better. Wanda placed kisses against your back, continuing to stuff you with much needed pleasure. Her hands pinched and gripped at your chest, your body going weak at all the feelings. “Stay strong for me.” Your back arched as she pushed back inside of you, holding you tighter against herself. Her ministrations were egging you on, eyes rolling to the back of your head and coming back up. One of her hands found its way to your pussy again and she started playing with your clit. Your jaw dropped, and words could no longer be formed, and no longer thought of either. You’d been conquered by lust, becoming undone as this orgasm came flooding in, and as Wanda slid it in, and out.
Your body slumped against the bed as soon as Wanda’s slid from around your waist. “That was so magical, wasn’t it?” As your breaths slowed, you realized that voice wasn’t just coming from Wanda. Hell, it was barely coming from her at all. It was like the room was speaking to you. And then the room went blurry. You blinked rapidly and then–
And then the music from the bar was back.
The padding under you was no longer a white cotton, but the black leather stools, and your finger was still spinning the skewer in your dirty martini.
And–there she was. In all her glory. Smirking to all hell because she was basically a god: a literal mindfuck. What a woman. You stood up from the bar, for real this time, and you walked over to her.
“So how do I know you’re not playing with my mind this time?”
“Mmmm…I’ll let you eat me out?” She turned her head, walking back out of the bar and your eyes rolled, just imagining (on your own this time) experiencing this night again, with even more fun than even your fucked up mind could think of. Except this time, it wouldn’t be an actual obstacle.