So apparently that wasn't a really hot wet dream, Natasha realized when she awoke from her post-sex sleep. Well, if she told anyone that she slept with Thanos, then two alien warriors, everyone back home would assure Natasha it was a dream.
But Natasha was reassured that it was all real by the two aliens that laid in the bed with her. Next to her was a sleeping Proxima, cover in dry patches of her own cum. For someone so harsh and hostile, she seemed so peaceful in her sleep. Apparently sex can calm even the cruelest of creatures.
Over on the furthest side of the bed next to Proxima was Nebula, looking even more adorable asleep, with a little drool hanging on her mouth. Throughout their slumber, Natasha's hands remained intertwined with Nebula's.
The way Natasha stared at Nebula would have been considered creepy, and there was no way she would look at her this way if Nebula were awake. But she couldn't help it. With a soft smile Natasha realized: she was crushing. Hard. Natasha quickly discarded the thought, she wasn't a teenager she was a grown ass adult. And besides, she literally just met Nebula before sleeping with her. No doubt her feelings were a result of her human hormones making her have feelings. However, even Natasha couldn't deny there was some sort of unspoken connection between the two…
After sometime contemplating her feelings, Natasha's thoughts were interrupted by Proxima shuffling awake. Proxima sat up and stretched, breaking the hand holding between Natasha and Nebula. All of Proxima's movement woke up the peaceful Nebula, where she sat up and yawned.
"Damn, last night was fucking weird," Proxima said yawning.
"Yeah, I really like it," Nebula softly said, giving Natasha a glance that made her heart melt.
Following Nebula's line of sight, Proxima looked at Natasha and quickly had a grin on her face.
"And you," Proxima said to Natasha as she playfully punched her arm, "are one crazy bitch! No one's ever, and I mean ever, made me beg to cum!"
Natasha's eyes widen with surprise, "uh, thanks?"
She was sure Proxima was going to scorn her, and pledge vengeance or other. Instead she sounded excited to be challenged like she was last night. I wasn't a complete one-eighty twist, Proxima still using foul language with a harsh tone, but she was way less grumpy than last night.
"I still can't believe it. Me! Begging!" Proxima exclaimed before chuckling to herself, "And the best part: I didn't even fuck you proper! You got me to cum just by using your pussy's lips!"
Suddenly remember where she climaxed, Proxima glanced down at herself, somehow amazed (and not disgusted) by the amount of dry cum that dressed her body. Laughing again, Proxima hopped off the bed.
"Shit! That's a lot of cum! I gotta wash this shit off." Proxima chuckled as she walked to the door, "If just the outside of your pussy can make this kind of mess, I can't wait to see what the rest can do…" she trailed off before closing the door behind her.
Still in shock by the complete attitude change, Natasha slumped back in bed. Nebula followed, but closed the gap that Proxima once filled. Lying in bed should-to-should with each other, the two women simply stared at the ceiling.
"Proxima is… a complicated one," Nebula said breaking the silence.
"Yeah what's her deal? At first she's the worst to me, then next day she's all giddy! I don't get it!" Natasha exclaimed.
Chuckling at Natasha's expression, Nebula turned her body so she was laying on her side, facing Natasha.
"How can I explain this…" nebula said, "she's not exactly mean… just tough I guess. She has a good heart and everything, but when she gets pent up, she can be irritable."
"Sounds like about everyone with a penis back on earth," Natasha remarked, "so why doesn't she just… you know… handle it herself?"
Nebula paused to think for a moment, "I guess she's not used to her penis yet."
Confused, Natasha rolled to her side to face Nebula but she forgot that the blue woman's naked body was on complete display. Natasha blushed as she stared at Nebula's small boobs slightly droop from the gravity of laying on her side. To distract her even more, Nebula's nipples perked to attention, either from the cold or the attention. Either way, Natasha required all her willpower to look back at nebula's confused face awaiting a response.
"Er – what do you mean?" Natasha said as she snapped back to reality, "her dick is new or something?"
"Yes, it's what she desired from Thanos," Nebula continued, "well after my father found me, Thanos resurrected Proxima and the rest of his black order, and told them about the 'Red Order' and what they desired. Proxima spoke first and said she wanted to be intersex, and so Thanos granted this. The rest of the order mocked her, saying all sort of nasty things, then Thanos dismissed them. He said there was no room for that sort of behaviour in his new order, and sent them on their way."
Even though she knew Thanos was changed, hearing this just further cemented the idea. And poor Proxima, being rejected like that by her peers, no wonder she was so tough to a newcomer.
"Wow I had no idea…" was all Natasha managed to say.
"Anyways… what did you ask for?" Nebula asked, desperate to change the subject.
Natasha looked at Nebula quizzically, "was I supposed to ask for something?"
"Yeah you dummy," Nebula snickered.
Of course she was supposed to! I provide them with all their wishes. That was one of the few things Thanos said before Natasha was all over him.
"Oh yeah? Since you're so smart what did you ask for?" Natasha said, blushing.
Embarrassed, Nebula made a hurt expression before she looked away from Natasha.
"Before you came, and before he changed, Thanos added cybernetics to enhance me every time I failed a mission, to the point where I was more machine than woman. He viewed it as an improvement, but all it made me feel was disgusting," Nebula said, "so I wished for those to be removed."
"I'm so sorry…" Natasha said.
Consoling and expressing herself wasn't exactly her strong suit. After being trained withstand both physical and emotional trauma, she felt almost stunted. Not to mention, working with majority men, and being a leader among them meant she had to appear composed near constantly. Or else she feared she would face the common judgements that plagued women on earth such as being 'too emotion' and 'run by her hormones'.
"It's okay, and besides that wasn't my first wish," Nebula said, "I asked for my sister to be resurrected, but apparently it was impossible because Thanos sacrificed her for the soul stone, there was complications."
Natasha heart nearly stopped. That was the same fate she was meant to face in another lifetime.
Both women laid in silence, lingering on the last words of Nebula.
"You know, you kind of remind me of her…" Nebula said.
"Your sister?" Natasha replied.
Nebula's eyes excitedly lock with Natasha's.
"Yeah! I'm sure you and Gamora would have reacted the same way to Proxima!" Nebula said enthusiastically like a school girl, "you're both strong, and bold, and confident, and kind, and beautiful, and --" Nebula suddenly paused realizing her slip-up.
Natasha couldn't help but smile and blush at Nebula's sweet words, confirming her earlier feelings about a connection.
"And, and, and uh…" Nebula stammered, still flustered by her mistake.
Damn, she looked so cute when she was rattled like this. Natasha silenced her stuttering by pressing her lips against Nebula's.
Tense at first, Nebula relaxed and closed her eyes once Natasha laid a hand on her hips. This time, the kiss was slow and tender, sparks of passion flying between the two. As their tongues lightly tickled each other, Natasha's hand wondered from Nebula's hips and to her small, tight ass.
Nebula moaned on Natasha's lips as the human began to squeeze and caress her butt, then roughly pulled her in so their bodies were pressed against each other. Their warm bodies' smooshed together, Natasha's breasts eclipsed Nebula's as they engulfed the smaller boobs. Blue fingers cupped Natasha's cheeks, sending excited tingles from her warm face to her heart.
The kiss grew ever more intense, with biting and nibbling being involved Natasha could feel dampness grow between her legs. And as the intensity grew, Natasha's patience diminished. Gripping Nebula's firm hips, Natasha pushed the blue woman on her back, then quickly crawled atop her. Natasha pinned Nebula's wrists above her head, after straddling her hips.
Looking down at the adorable blue face, the number of things Natasha wanted to do to it were endlessly running through her mind. All of them ending with Nebula moaning her name.
Breathing heavy with anticipation, Nebula stared lustfully at the woman dominating her above.
"So what are you going to do with me?" Nebula purred, "haven't I been such a bad girl…?"
That's right, Nebula liked being dominated. For some reason Natasha assumed that she only put on that act to tame Proxima's ego and desire's. But apparently their relationship was mutually beneficial in satisfying each other's needs. If Natasha wanted to please nebula the best she could and keep her position, she was going to have to keep up the dominatrix energy.
Natasha leaned in closer to Nebula, and pressed her knee against the wet, blue slit. Nebula quickly gasped from the sudden pressure, holding her breath for some time before slowly grinding on Natasha. Warm juices painted Natasha's knee as her lips brushed against Nebula's ear.
"I'm going to make my little slut scream my name," Natasha whispered. This whole dirty talk thing would take some getting used to. It's one thing to degrade someone as aggressive as Proxima, but someone as adorable as cute as Nebula was a different story. Yet Nebula didn't seem to mind, as she whimpered from the promise of a climax.
"Yes… please…" Nebula moaned, now grinding at a steady pace.
"Please, what?" Natasha demanded.
However, Nebula was too lost in humping Natasha's leg to answer. Impatient for an answer, Natasha wrapped her hand around Nebula throat, squeezing just enough to allow air to pass.
"Please… do whatever you want to me… to make me… scream your name…" Nebula uttered between gasps for air.
Satisfied by the answer, Natasha released her hold on Nebula, who smiled after puffing for air. The fact that she could even makes being choked look adorable meant she deserved a reward.
"Such a good girl…" Natasha purred "want a treat?"
Nebula eagerly nodded her head and quickened her tender pace on Natasha's leg.
"Open wide…" Natasha said as she firmly pressed Nebula cheeks together.
Slowly, a drop of saliva descended from Natasha's pursed lips and flew into Nebula's mouth. The blue woman closed her lips the moment the spit touched her tongue and gulped the saliva down, opening her mouth as if more evidence were required.
How could she be this adorable?
Heart racing, Natasha dived in to give Nebula a wet kiss, before greedily kissing her neck and ear.
"You're such a pretty little slut," Natasha's warm, tender voice whispered "when I'm down with you, all you're going to think about is me. How much you want to touch me. How naughty I make you feel. How wet I make you. How I make you cum over and over and over again… Even when someone else is fucking you, all you'll think about is me…"
The more Natasha whispered, the faster and more violent Nebula humping became.
"Yes… yes… YES!" Nebula screamed before squeezing Natasha ass to trust even harder.
Paralyzed by the overwhelming pleasure that filled her body, Nebula because stiff before softly jerking her whole body. Thick juices flowed from Nebula's slit onto Natasha's leg and eventually the bed. Once the orgasm escaped her body, Nebula relaxed onto the bed, laying in the wet mess of her own making.
What a damn sight, Natasha felt privileged to be single-handedly responsible for such a cute orgasm. Though there was some part of Natasha that felt disappointed that Nebula hadn't screamed her name as promised. Guess she had to make her cum again,
Natasha crashed her body on to Nebula's, then graced her lips with wet, sloppy kisses.
"Did I do well, Natasha?" Nebula panted between kisses.
"Amazingly," Natasha replied, "but you made such a big mess, now you're going to have to clean me up."
Excited by the mysterious tease, Nebula smiled as Natasha's lips continued to press against her own.
"How should I clean you up?" Nebula whispered.
"Where is the shower?" Natasha said as she pulled Nebula up to get off the bed with her.