An Iron Resolve (Marvel)(Time Travel)

Chapter 55: Natasha’s Breeding

A/N: Natasha gets fucked and bred, as is proper and good.

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“Look at how deep he is inside of you, Nat. He’s going to fill you up. Plaster the inside of your womb with his seed. Impregnate you just like he did me.”

Natasha moans as Pepper whispers into her ear and Tony thrusts into her down below, her body shuddering under the onslaught she’s receiving from both of them.

Dinner had been nice. They’d actually sat down to eat, all three of them. At first Natasha had been very caught up in her own head about the events of the previous day. Honestly, she knows Tony suspects she’s still mad at him for keeping secrets from her, but it was hard to stay mad at the man when he just moved so damn quickly.

He’d gone from telling her the Red Room was still functioning, to him and her dropping in on Oksana and her allies unannounced, to him helping them finish Red Dust, in just ten hours. Then, after getting a night’s rest, they’d all suited up and flew out to Siberia.

It turned out Tony had way more suits then just the Iron Legion’s, his own, and War Machine’s, because JARVIS was operating an entire squadron of empty armors as they’d taken down the Red Room Academy together. Between having JARVIS to hack in and completely take control of the facility’s systems and them flooding every room of the place with Red Dust… things had gone perfectly.

Everyone who mattered made it out alive, and even the girl who Natasha had knowingly blown up to try to take out Dreykov was going to get the help she needed. She accepted that Antonia didn’t forgive her. She was just glad that the young woman wouldn’t seek revenge for what she’d done. Especially since… well, Natasha was going to be a mother soon.

Yes, dinner had been nice… but Pepper couldn’t help herself. The woman was making double entendres the entire meal and couldn’t stop talking about ‘sausage’ and other food-based euphemisms for Tony’s cock. In the end, as soon as dinner was over, Pepper had swept the table clear and she and Tony had come together to make an enhanced human sandwich with Natasha in the middle.

Together, they’d stripped Natasha naked, though to be fair she’d helped them get down to their birthday suits as well. And then Pepper had manhandled Natasha up onto the cleared dining table, laying back while pulling Natasha atop her so she could spread Natasha’s legs and present her sex to Tony like some trophy to be claimed.

He'd slid right into her, leading to their current situation with Natasha resting her head on Pepper’s breasts and Pepper cooing down at her as Tony fucks her soundly and deeply.

“These breasts will get bigger, Natasha. They’ll fill up with milk. Mm, I’m still lactating you know. Tony loves the taste of my breastmilk. Want to give it a try?”

Natasha shudders as Pepper gropes her from behind. Dinner had been filling, but ever since she’d been injected with the ES3, her appetite had gone through the roof. That’s the excuse she tells herself anyways for why she’s so tempted by Pepper’s offer.

“If… if Tony doesn’t mind switching things up.”

Smirking down at her, Tony shakes his head in amusement.

“Up to you how you get impregnated Natasha. On your back, or on all fours like a bitch in heat. Either way…”

Either way, she’ll still be a mother. Natasha watches as Tony pulls out of her, allowing her to flip over onto her hands and knees as Pepper grins, resting on her elbows before her. Looking up into Pepper’s eyes, Natasha lowers her mouth to the other woman’s freckled breasts… only to inadvertently bite down on Pepper’s nipple when Tony grabs her by the hips and thrusts back into her rather forcibly, this time from behind.

But far from being upset, Pepper just moans, thrusting her chest up into Natasha’s face and sliding a hand through the other red head’s fiery locks. Natasha immediately tastes milk on her tongue as her teeth squeeze a squirt into her mouth. Pepper is right… her breastmilk DOES taste amazing. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but it’s the perfect amount of sweet but not too sweet.

Was that because of the ES3? Because of everything they’d done to themselves at this point? Or was Pepper just blessed with tasty milk? Natasha supposed she’d find out soon enough herself, once Tony put a bun in her oven and knocked her up.

Moaning into Pepper’s breast, suckling at her teat, Natasha is rocked back and forth by Tony’s thrusts as he fucks her hard and fast from behind. He’d been jackhammering into her already before, so it’s not like the speed or strength is anything new to her. His cock throbs and pulses as it spears her, as it has a thousand times before.

This time is different though. This time is guaranteed. Stark had asked her beforehand if she wanted to take something that would increase her fertility for the evening. Natasha hadn’t seen why she wouldn’t. All she wanted was to have the chance to be a mother. She didn’t care about it being natural. If sex took too long, she’d just have him artificially inseminate her and be done with it.

But as it turned out, that wasn’t necessary. Something in the food, he’d said… and it would make tonight’s events guaranteed to take. Though…

Pulling back from Pepper’s teat for a moment, Natasha looks back over her shoulder at Stark and growls.

“Fill me already, Tony. I know you’ve got more than one round in the clip anyways, so don’t hold back you bast-mmph!”

Pepper giggles as she pulls Natasha back down to her breasts. Going for the opposite nipple, Natasha bites down on purpose this time, causing the Stark woman to coo in response.

“You heard her Tony. Don’t keep a woman waiting now~”

“Alright, alright…”

His tone teasing, he nevertheless digs his fingers into Natasha’s hips and picks up the pace even more.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, even as Natasha gurgles happily and shudders in ecstasy. It’s funny, she wasn’t even sure if she necessarily had a breeding fetish. Pepper certainly seemed to have one. As in, she had a fetish for watching Tony breed Natasha if nothing else. But Natasha… Natasha just wanted to be a mom.

Still, this was undeniably the most pleasurable way for that to happen. With one particular deep thrust, Tony finally tips over the edge for the first time, unloading inside of her. His seed, which Natasha knows to be quite virile given little Morgan’s existence, fills her fertile womb right there on the spot. He pumps his load into her… and then he keeps pumping. Because of course Tony Stark wasn’t going to be done with just one load. Of course he would keep going.

Natasha moans into Pepper’s breast, but she’s pretty much drank her fill at this point. She’s sucked Pepper’s teats nice and dry, though she knows thanks to the ES3 that she hasn’t robbed Morgan of her next meal. The serum increases the rate at which everything regenerates. Pepper’s breasts will be full and ready for another milking sooner rather than later.

For the time being, however, Natasha bumps back into Tony’s thrusting hips with a bit more purpose, causing him to grunt and after a moment let her push back. Climbing down off of the dining table, Natasha bends herself over, staying on her tip toes and arching her back so her ass is high in the air for him to continue plowing her senseless from his standing position.

At the same time, she lowers her head to between Pepper’s legs, which the other red head gleefully spreads apart for her. Hands on Pepper’s thighs, Natasha Romanoff moves in to eat out the gorgeous, formerly pregnant woman, her tongue diving deep into Pepper’s sex… and only going deeper still when Tony’s every thrust jolts her forward into Pepper’s twat.

Pepper’s moans fill the air alongside Tony’s cock shlicking in and out of Natasha’s clenching, squeezing once-creampied cunt. The infamous Black Widow is reduced to nothing more than the Starks’ plaything as they fuck… and as Pepper describes her…

“That’s it Tony. Give it to her. Give our little breeding bitch your seed. Knock her up. I can’t wait to see you get heavy with his child, Nat. Can’t wait to see you walking around pregnant and bare foot. It’s going to be so fucking hot.”

… Yeah. Natasha definitely didn’t have as much of a breeding fetish as Pepper did. Not that she minded. Not one bit, in fact. Especially when Pepper’s words tip Tony over the edge again, causing him to fill Natasha up a second time. And of course, he doesn’t stop there. Even as his seed begins to drip out of her stretched cunt onto the floor between her legs as she arches her heels and shudders upon his cock… he doesn’t let up.

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Hours later, they’ve moved to the bedroom. Well, first they moved to the bathroom, sharing the massive walk-in shower together. Then, they’d moved to the tub, which was more of a roman bath than a modern day bathtub. After that, they’d had to go to the shower again. Needless to say, if Natasha wasn’t pregnant by now… she didn’t know what COULD get her pregnant.

But now, finally, after hours of fucking across multiple surfaces, they were done. For the time being anyways. Natasha found herself held between Tony and Pepper Stark, the two cuddling her between them as if to protect her and her precious cargo. Tony had filled her womb with so much seed that it sloshed inside of her when she walked, and he’d actually managed to distend her chiseled abdomen ever so slightly.

She’d never felt more bloated… but she’d also never felt so satisfied either. As they lay there, basking in the afterglow and cuddling with one another, Natasha blinks as Tony suddenly tenses up. Then, he lets out a soft laugh, causing her and Pepper to look at him curiously.

Eyes glittering orange, Tony grins at the two of them.

“Just received an interesting message. Seems that Natasha here can’t even be a week dead before they’ve decided to replace her.”

Replace her? Natasha furrows her brow, even as Pepper makes an ‘ah’ sound in realization.

“Who’s her replacement to be then? Perhaps that lovely Commander Hill? She would probably be fun…”

Maria? What role would she be replacing Natasha in… no, wait…

“You mean your SHIELD liaison?”

Was it wrong of her that she’d sort of… forgotten about that, truth be told? In everything that had happened, remembering that she was supposed to be Stark Industries’ SHIELD liaison had sort of fallen to the wayside. To be fair, for a long time now it had become a sort of unspoken fact, even seemingly with Fury and Coulson, that she was more Stark’s liaison to SHIELD rather than the other way around. No doubt the SHIELD Director had come to regret his ‘win’ all those years ago when he’d stuck it to Tony by permanently assigning her to liaise with Stark Industries after Tony went over his head to Secretary Pierce.

If they hadn’t at least suspected that she was basically Stark’s woman before her supposed ‘end’, Natasha would eat her own uniform. Even still, her ‘tragic’ death provided an opening that Fury couldn’t afford to pass up. Now that Natasha was dead, he could put a real agent on Tony’s ass, to try and suss out all his nasty secrets like she had been supposed to in the first place.

At Tony’s nod, Natasha furrows her brow in contemplation.

“… It can’t be Commander Hill. She’s too high-ranked for such a role. Coulson might be Fury’s best field agent, but Maria is his right-hand woman.”

Tony hums and gives Pepper a grin.

“She’s right Pep. It’s not Maria Hill. Fury is pulling out the big guns here… he’s assigning Agent Thirteen to the position.”

Pepper’s eyes narrow, even as Natasha’s eyes widen.

“Agent Thirteen? She’s no joke. Maybe not as good as me or Barton, nor as good as the STRIKE Team… but she’s quite skilled. Still, I wouldn’t have pegged her for this job… then again, I wouldn’t have originally pegged me for it either. That said, I really would have thought that Fury would know better than to assign another female agent to act as liaison.”

Natasha frowns, wondering what the Director of SHIELD was thinking. Tony, meanwhile, chortles.

“Oh, there’s a very good reason Agent Thirteen is being assigned as our new liaison with SHIELD. It has nothing to do with her skillset and everything to do with her name. You see, Agent Thirteen is actually Sharon Carter… the great-niece of Peggy Carter.”

Natasha blinks owlishly at that, while Pepper gasps in delight.

“Oh! She’s here for ‘Penny’ then, is she?”

Tony chuckles and nods.

“Yep. Fury already tried back on the Helicarrier with Hill, but it seems he’s not content just leaving things alone. He wants to know what the hell I’ve done, I imagine. So he’s sending in someone who he thinks might actually get through to her and be able to get to the bottom of things.”

As Pepper giggles, Natasha looks between the two of them in confusion. Swallowing her pride, she does something she never would have even considered doing before she truly got close to Tony and Pepper. She asks nicely.

“… Since I’m basically no longer in the land of the living, could I maybe get read in on the situation surrounding Penny Carter? What’s her deal, anyways?”

Grinning like the cat who caught the canary, Tony tells her. He tells her exactly who Penny Carter REALLY is and by the end of it, by the time he’s done, Natasha is forced to admit that even she thinks Fury’s robot theory makes more sense than the truth of the situation. Especially since he was missing some key tidbits of information. Like…

“You seriously have Captain America just tucked away somewhere for a rainy day?”

Tony smirks.

“It’s not like that, Nat. He had every opportunity to join the fight if he wanted to, just like Captain Carter chose to. But I’m not going to force him and for the time being, he wants to stay with Sergeant Barnes.”

Huffing at the thought of Tony having both the Winter Soldier and Captain America in his basement, Natasha just shakes her head.

“… So Fury is basically sending in Sharon Carter to try to turn what he THINKS is an android based on Peggy Carter against you. Because he assumes you wouldn’t have made a Peggy Bot without giving her at least some of Peggy’s experiences and personality.”

Tony nods, giving Natasha a wink.

“Seems like.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow.

“… What are you going to do?”

At that, Tony looks up at the ceiling for a moment in consideration.

“Hm… what else? I’ll welcome her with open arms, of course. But… you’re right, this provocation by Fury can’t go unanswered. What am I going to do… I guess I’ll just have to join the World Security Council and become his boss for real.”

Natasha blinks… but doesn’t think Tony is joking for even a moment. And frankly? She doesn’t think he’ll fail either. At this point, she’s not sure Tony Stark can fail at anything.

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A/N: Fufufufu, Fury just can't help but poke the hornet's nest. Still, works for Tony. Time to progress some things