Chapter 20- Addictive *R-18

POV- Nathan Cross

"Fair point. I've got nothing better to do while I'm here," I instead retort without stopping my hands as they craft a most amazing espresso. The woman was clearly older, possibly in her mid to late thirties, though with the Marvel universe she could be far older and it not make a shred of difference. I heard barely a sound before she was wrapping her hands around my waist, her chest pressed tightly to my back.

"What a coincidence…me neither." There was no doubt the woman holding me was an absolute knockout, and regardless of her ex-hydra ties, the green suit and hair accompanying her pale skin and wiry muscles and eye-bulging curves reminded me a little of Shego, so there was no way I was missing out on the chance. 'This is definitely a bad idea. But why do all bad ideas look so…tempting?' I shot the coffee in my hands, leaving the cup on the bench.

"You have a room here, or are we borrowing the kitchen for a while?"

Her laughter was delightful to my ears, and enticing on my bare back, her chest bouncing against it as she chuckled. "Unlike you, killer, I've got a room." She didn't bother releasing me, merely sliding her hands to my wrist, guiding/pulling me to a room on the fourth floor. Large, decadent, and completely hideous. With opulent chandeliers and golden decorations, it was almost offensive to the eyes. "Shut up, I didn't pick the decorations."

"I didn't say anything," I snorted as she glared at me momentarily, her smile however remaining ever-present. "By the way, there's something you should know."

Her eyes widened as the smirk grew, "Don't tell me you're a virgin?"

"What? No, I meant that sometimes I can lose control of my pheromones. Just wanted to apologise in advance."

"Shame, I would have enjoyed stealing it from you, but at least you're considerate."

"Not theft if it's willingly given," I reply, making sure to remain at regular human levels of strength as I pull her by the hair into a kiss, no affection required. Our lips met and the second a gap in my mouth formed, her tongue shot through far more aggressively than I was expecting. We took turns dominating the other with our mouths, but eventually, as we gasped for air, I recognised something was off. 'I feel…REALLY energetic, like that time I took 400mg of caffeine in an attempt to replace sleep, my skin feels sensitive and I feel AMAZING. But the effects grew dim within five seconds and vanished in another two. I ripped her clothes from her and held her in the air by her hair. "Did you really just try and drug me?"

"…Maybe? Can you forgive me?"

"Not a chance." Seeing as we're already in this position, I may as well go through with it, but there is no way known I'm letting her drug me again. 'Like Bill Fucking Cosby.' Holding her by the neck I kiss her again, licking and spitting out whatever coating she must have put on her lips, pressing through the seconds of bliss as I work down her neck, biting and scraping my teeth along her skin as I listen to her coo.

"So, you're a biter too, fantastic. Bite me, baby." Dragging her close to the bed, I toss her belly down onto it, re-seizing her scalp as I pull her sharply against me, my other hand running along her curves, tracing her scars and mauling her beautifully athletic ass. Looking at her back, still bearing the tattoo of the nazi octo-skull group, I decide pain would start us off nicely. Jamming a summoned needle into the dark wood poster of the bedframe, I decide to punish the drugging nazi.

"Hold onto the dart with both hands and DON'T let go, Viper."

"Mmmmn, whatever you say, kid." Releasing her hair, my left-hand slides down her neck and spine, before resting on her gorgeous hips as a handle, my right ripping the lingerie she'd worn beneath her suit and drawing back into the air.

"One." *Smack*

"Oooh, harder."

"Two." Smack!"

"That's better baby, smack me harder." Before I perform the third, I remembered the experiments that she went through.

"You're enhanced like Widow or Winter Soldier, right?"

"Ah, uh, yeah. Why?"

"Oh, no reason. Three." *SMACK* This time the smack was not using an average strength, and while far from my full strength, would easily break the bones of a regular man.

"FUCK, DO IT AGAIN!"

*SMACK* "Harder baby, please."

*SMACK! * "Shit, smack my ass please."

*SMACK! * By this point her ass was a shining red, and I worked different areas to make it sting rather than be crippling, caressing and rubbing the tender ass after each hit. "OH MY GOD, kid, you're amazing. Shit, I'm so damn wet for you. Urghh, brutalise my ass kid."

*SMACK! * "Keep calling me kid, granny, and I may put you in a wheelchair." The last smack hadn't gone to her ass however, as I'd noticed her flinch from the pain, showing it was more than just pleasure at this point, but actually harmful, so instead I slapped her cunt from between her legs, my fingers meeting her dripping lips with force.

Her legs bowed and her back arched as she screamed into the room, "OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING! SHIAAaah." I evaporate the needle into mist, letting her turn back to face me with a bright smile. "Kid, you've got a sadistic streak, you know that? I love it." She pushed me onto the bed, throwing the towel I'd been wearing behind her as she kicked off her boots. "You are FULL of surprises aren't you Levi?" The way she shortened my name like Firestar was both confusing and hot as hell, and as she climbed onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees, I was more than willing to let the name go. She was right about the sadism streak, as I'd gotten hard within the first few smacks, and by the thirtieth, I was pulsating. "You look delicious," I hear, as she plants a kiss on my inner thigh, her tongue tracing along the softer skin rubbed smooth by the suit, stopping just short of the groin before switching legs, licking and nibbling on the meat. Holding my dick up next to her face and out of the way, she began working her elongated tongue around my balls, sucking on the eggs as she breathed in and pumped my cock. She switched between mouth and hands and the skill she had could have made me blow within a few minutes if I hadn't forced myself not to, my willpower feat coming in handy. 'So that's how Bruce Wayne can satisfy so many supernaturally enhanced women. That and the experience owning a diamond cock ring can buy you.' What set me off was the sensation of her teeth scraping along the frenulum as her tongue writhed around the length.

"Shit, Viper I'm gonna cum," I call out, my hand woven through her hair pulling her deeper as I thrust my hips into her mouth, the head of my cock blocking all air from the dangerous assassin. The first load went down her throat, the second on her tongue, and because of her stupidity, the third and fourth coated her face and hair, causing me to laugh as she grumbled. She managed to wipe her face before I yanked her onto her hands and knees further on the bed, using my hands to determine her lubrication before moving onwards, rubbing the head of my spit-coated dick along her lips, pressing in with above-average strength. "For an old woman, tss, you're really tight."

"I'm glad you like it," she smiled, "now stop babying me and fuck me like a bitch." Her words sent a shiver through me and before I knew it I had her head pressed against the mattress and I was pistoning into her with enough force that I would have killed a human had I done this to them. "FUCK ME, BABY! OH LEVI, JUST LIKE THAT!" 'She's a screamer, I'll give her that, and I'm not yet done with her punishment for drugging me.' Within minutes she came with a scream, and I flipped her onto her back, pushing her legs up over her shoulders, my body weight driving deeper into her, battering her cervix with each steady but deep thrust. With both hands above her shoulders, I was looking dead into her face as I pumped, and her hands reached behind my head, and clawed down my back and shoulders, blood dripping down my arms.

"TSss" The pain only spurred me on, and using one hand, I smacked her exposed ass as I drove inside, but felt her claws again. *Slap* Instead of the ass, I'd smacked her in the face, turning her face to the side with a reddened print, but the bliss in her face was delicious. "What kind of a freak are you Viper? What's wrong with you, Ophelia?" I felt her tighten around me as I spoke, her nails again dragging across my already healed back and shoulders. "Worthless. Abandoned. Disgusting. What kind of deranged whore calls herself Viper?" She groaned and tightened again, pulling me closer to her chest in the process. "You like that? Being called a whore? That's disgusting. A filthy old bitch like you acting like a whore." Through all of this, I only increased the strength of my thrusts, and her dragged-out orgasm seemed grateful for it. "Being used like a common street whore by an ally of your old enemies. By a child. Does that get you off granny? Getting fucked by a child? Where's that skilled assassin inside you gone? Would she be ashamed?" Her sensitive pussy was very responsive to the degradation, and soon I could feel her trying to milk me, successfully as by this point, I was enjoying the act as much as she. Feeling my climax coming soon, I leaned over next to her ears, "I'm gonna cum soon, so tell me you old skank, where should I dump it?"

"Inside me, fill me up."

"You think a granny like you deserves it?"

"No, I don't. Please fill me up, Shoot it into your personal cum-dumpster. Inside, PLEASE." Her hands held me tight, nails digging into the muscles in my back, earning her some more supernaturally enhanced slaps to the face, but she kept begging, eyes glazed over somewhat.

"I wonder if your cunt is still fertile. Let's find out." Feeling the impending cum would be shooting up in a matter of seconds, I push harder and faster, the slapping sound of flesh against flesh no longer distinct as her moans became a single, drawn-out scream in my ear as I painted the walls of her womb white. The next few rounds she was far less energetic, but her eyes were glazed, and she only really responded as her body climaxed, or when I stepped up the pain, slapping her, biting her and punching her as I held her by the hair, thrusting from above or below depending on the position. After my fifth load, I knew anything more would be basically water, so I picked her barely conscious body and brought it up towards the head of the bed, tucking her in and leaving a note.

Hey Ophelia,

Just wanted to let you know that after Sharon takes Madripoor I'll be leaving. Thanks for last night, because I hope to be done by this evening. Stay safe little snake.

Levi {But you can call me Nathan next time 😉}

POV-Clint Barton

For the first time in a LONG time, I was not the first one up in the house, and in the manor, I was actually one of the last based on the swarms of people moving messages, weapons or medical gear. Nate had sent a text telling me he was going to start early, and with his distinct lack of need for sleep, I was sure that meant he'd been up most of the night working.

Making my way to the war room, decorated with computer screens, maps and hit lists for valuable people, most crossed off with four left, I was astounded. "So, there's only the two groups still left in the tower? Since when?" I asked into the active room.

"Six minutes ago," Sharon answered looking up from her phone, showing me photos of the ruins Nathan had left them in. Empty building and bloody smears, the perfect killer, a monster in mostly human form. Photos showed destroyed mounted guns, which previously would have left him temporarily weakened, so perhaps the strength boost also increased his durability or regeneration. 'Maybe both?' I send him a text asking him to leave some for me, which he quickly responds to with a selfie of him scouting the defence tower, the last bastion for the old system of Madripoor.

Barefoot and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt I swore Nathan had packed into his luggage, Viper came sprinting into the room. "Where is he?"

"Who?" Sharon asked the bruised-looking woman, her cheeks marked with fresh bruising and I could now see a strong limp as she walked.

"N-Leviathan. Where is he?" I was shocked. For this woman to be so desperate to find him, he probably left her in this state, which could mean he had become more violent, and thus dangerous.

"I'm sorry for whatever he's done to you, but-"

"I want to swear allegiance to him, you fuckwit." 'He beat her into submission? That's…old-school.' "Don't make me ask again, where is he?"

"Out. Scoping out the last group at the defence tower," Sharon provided, and by Viper's suddenly clenched jaw and glassy eyes that quickly shifted to a hardened glare in the microsecond I processed the facial changes, that was not the answer she'd hoped for.

She approached me and grabbed me by the vest with expert balance distribution and hand positioning, allowing for increased leverage and options for further damage or control. "Don't you fucking dare leave before I talk to him. Or I will follow you back to the States, and find him anyway, bringing death and destruction to mark my arrival." Looking into her eyes, I could see her determination, the very realness of her statement. Yet, I couldn't understand why? 'Why would she be so desperate for a talk that she'd threaten mass death and destruction just to get his attention and make me agree with her? The last time I saw someone this ridiculously obsessed, they were a serial killer who believed his victims were being elevated to heaven by his actions. Obsessed with his idea and addicted to the sensations of killing. She's the same, addicted…to Nathan. She's addicted to him, fuck.'