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Once their heart to heart (and a bit of fooling around) was over, Natasha and Nebula gathered the remaining Red Order team into Natasha's room. Not an easy task one might add, seeing as the pairs of Proxima, Wanda and Carol, Minn-Erva were each going at it in their respective rooms.
"This better be good," Proxima snarled on the chair, with Wanda comfortably sitting her in lap. "Oh be nice daddy," Wanda purred before planting kiss on Proxima's cheek, embarrassing the larger woman.
Natasha thought she'd be jealous at the sight of Wanda and Proxima, and yet all she felt relief. For starters, it absolutely hilarious to see Proxima embarrassed from her public display of affection. Then not to mention hearing Wanda call Proxima 'daddy' was somehow good news. Not 'mommy' but 'daddy'. Was Wanda reserving the nickname 'mommy' for Natasha?
"Yeah, we were kind of in the middle of something and-" Minn-Erva leaning against the wall was interrupted by Carol next to her, punching her on the arm. The Warbird then gave Natasha a quick grin and thumbs up.
"Alright then," Natasha said as she rose from her seat on the bed next to Nebula. Proxima, Wanda, Minn-Erva, Carol, Nebula; Natasha could feel all their eyes on her. Public speaking never made Natasha nervous but with a group like this she had no idea how everyone would react.
"I'll just cut straight to it: before Thanos left earlier today, he made me the leader of the Red Order," Natasha announced.
There was an unsettling silence in the room. No one made a sound yet their faces spoke volumes. With the exception of Nebula, all of them looked at Natasha with a surprised look on their face, almost in disbelief at the news.
Of course it was Proxima who broke the silence with her obnoxious laughter, "Ha! As if! Can't believe you wasted my time with this fucking joke…" As Proxima begins to shuffle Wanda off of her and stand up, Natasha begins to unzip her black suit.
"Oh what are you doing? You think your tits can-" Proxima stopped to stare at Natasha exposed body.
Though Natasha naked figure was nothing short of perfection, that's not what caught Proxima's attention. In addition to the tattoo of the six infinity stones, Natasha's tattoo now had golden circles surrounding each coloured circle.
Proxima glared at Natasha waist with such contempt that she was practically growling at the woman. "Impossible…" she growled.
"Don't worry, you'll love me as a leader," Natasha said as she seductively approached the pissed off Proxima. "Because my first order as leader is: weekly orgy!"
The women looked at Natasha with a mixture of both confusion and arousal. Nebula was right, the group started out with everyone fucking who they wanted, whenever they wanted. But now that everyone was coupling up, everyone was sticking with the same partner. This way, not only will the women bond with each other, but it will break down the barriers they all put up.
"What are you talking about?" Minn-Erva asked.
"Well it's pretty simple: every week we are going to meet up somewhere and have the time of our life! The only twist is you have to get with someone you don't usually fuck. Y'know to keep things exciting and different." Natasha said.
They all began to come around to the idea, smiling and nodding to one another. All except for Proxima who was still standing there sternly, though her expression had softened a bit. Not even she could resist the idea of an orgy.
"So… when does this stupid 'weekly orgy' shit start anyways?" Proxima said, attempting to hide her lust by scowling.
"Right now," Natasha said as she, in one fluid motion, pulled Proxima's face down, and planted a hungry, lustful kiss on her lips. Proxima thought of stopping the kiss as she gripped Natasha's arms, but was quickly pacified when Natasha began stroking the bulge in her pants. Moaning on Natasha lips, Proxima glided her hands traveled down to aggressively squeeze Natasha's full ass.
Just as Natasha passed her tongue through Proxima's lips, she yelped from feeling unexpected hands. She turned around to see Minn-Erva, whose hands were now cupping Natasha's large breasts.
"Don't act so surprised, it was your idea," Minn-Erva purred in between kissing Natasha's neck.
Breathing heavily, Natasha moaned as she feels the warm bodies of the two aliens sandwiching herself. Before going back to kissing Proxima, Natasha catches a glimpse of Nebula caught in a very similar situation.
Wrapped around Nebula's left arm was Wanda, nibbling on the blue neck as her ass was being groped by Nebula. On her right was Carol passionately making out with her as Nebula's hand dug deep in Carol's hair. Natasha could practically feel the wetness and desire grow between her legs due to the excitement of seeing her plan succeeding.
Feeling Proxima's length in her hand and Minn-Erva's hard pressed against her ass, Natasha decided the two had enough teasing. Breaking the kiss, Natasha sank to her knees and immediately began fumbling with Proxima's pants buckles.
"So eager! Glad to see our leader is still a horny slut," Proxima said, devilishly grinning.
"Yeah well, I just want to get started before you cum from foreplay. Again…" Natasha joked, completely destroying Proxima's grin. Minn-Erva snickered as she moved beside Proxima, gaining a more opportune angle on Natasha.
After another moment passed, Natasha successfully unbuckled Proxima's suit, letting her outfit slide down to her ankle. As Proxima's cock became free, it sprung to life smacking Natasha on the cheek.
"Bigger than you remember?" Proxima teased. Out of spite, Natasha shuffled closer to Minn-Erva's waist and began working on her pants, all the while staring right at Proxima. The grey woman growled in annoyance, her cock now waggling and throbbing in the air for attention.
Natasha managed to undo Minn-Erva's clothing, allowing her shaft to finally be exposed as well. The size of Minn-Erva's length was only comparable to Proxima's, Natasha thought as a drop of precum formed on the tip of Minn-Erva. Natasha unconsciously licked her succulent lips before leaning in to lick the sweet fluid off the tip. Surprisingly tasty, Natasha thought as she slowly stroked Minn-Erva's length.
Unsure of why, but Natasha thought Proxima was at her sexiest when she was angry, so she was going to do her best to piss her off. Punish her for being impatient! Show her what she's missing out on! Remind her whose boss! All these thoughts filled Natasha's mind, motivating her all the more to taunt Proxima.
Gently and attentively, Natasha glided her tongue flatly around Minn-Erva's tip, before theatrically trailing it down his shaft. She then kissed at Minn-Erva's crotch as she continued to tug at her shaft a bit as she leaned down further, lapping at the juices of Minn-Erva's slit.
At this point, Minn-Erva had caught on to Natasha's game, moaning and grunting from Natasha's fine work. "Fuck that's good…" she breathed. Proxima was practically growling with jealousy when she reached to stroke her own shaft. But her hand's path was blocked by Natasha slapping it out of the way.
Both Proxima and Natasha had a glared at each other, only for Proxima to eventually concede, remembering who Thanos elected leader. Disgruntled, Proxima snarled before she put her hand back to her sides.
"That's a good girl," Natasha mocked, much to Proxima's dismay. God, it pays to be queen, Natasha thought, internally celebrating her victory.
Sliding her mouth back to Minn-Erva, Natasha licked and kissed every quarter-inch of Minn-Erva's shaft, until she found her soaked lips back at the head. She gave her tongue one more spin around it, before taking the length into her mouth.
Slowly, at first, Natasha moves her mouth up and down the length. As Natasha's head sinks closer and closer to the base of the cock, Minn-Erva's moans grow ever louder. She sank down a little bit, sucked for a bit until her nose was pressed against Minn-Erva's stomach. Allowing the cock to nestle deep within her throat, Natasha eventually came up for air.
Sloppily stroking Minn-Erva's soaked shaft, Natasha moves her attention back to Proxima, who is visibly uncomfortable from being blue balled.
"You want me to touch your cock?" Natasha said to Proxima in a demeaning tone.
Anger flashed on Proxima's face for a moment, before quickly replace by lust.
"Yes! So much!" Proxima said.
"Then beg," Natasha commanded, echoing her words from their first encounter.
After spending only a bit of time with Proxima Natasha quickly picked up on Proxima's weakness: her sexual hunger. Deny her of an orgasm for only a short time, and like a starved puppy she will do whatever it takes to cum. Natasha had considered using this to win back Wanda, but she knew that she could only use this trick a couple of times before Proxima would catch on. Plus, Natasha never even got the opportunity to even fuck Proxima due to her being attached to Wanda.
Shooting Natasha another dirty look, Proxima had succumb again to her lust.
"Please suck my cock!" Proxima pleaded.
"Oh, I know first-hand that you can do better than that," Natasha teased before giving Minn-Erva shaft a kiss.
"Please Natasha! There's nothing I want more than for you to stick my dirty cock down your beautiful mouth! Please let me cum!" Proxima squealed.
And with those words, Natasha leaned forward towards Proxima's shaft, filling her mouth. Proxima whimpered as it only took Natasha mere seconds to swallow the whole cock, having it fit snuggly in deep in her throat. Once her mouth was at the base of the cock, Natasha looked up and winked at Proxima, causing her to blush and look away. Natasha begins to quickly bob on the familiar cock, drenching it as she stroked Minn-Erva's shaft.
Still wanting to tease Proxima and honestly in need of a break, Natasha let's Proxima's shaft out of her mouth and strokes both women's cocks.
"Aren't you two lucky to have such a great leader like me?" Natasha asked seductively.
The two women responded by moaning from Natasha gracious hand job. Satisfied by their answer, Natasha quickly alternated between sucking on Minn-Erva's and Proxima's shafts, being sure to keep both involved and giving them each the special care they needed.