BW:F Chapter 16

“The suit squishes it,” Nat admits, face red.

“We gonna talk about where this came from?”

“Asgardian magic.”

“Hmm,” Janet replies, licking her lips. She swirls a finger in the air. “Show me.”

“Why?”

“You want me to build you a combat suit that’ll accommodate this and not rub against it? Those things are sensitive,” Janet says.

“I know,” Nat says, embarrassed. She pulls it out. It doesn’t look very impressive like this.

“That’s it? I guess you’re not asking for a shrinking suit. No need,” Janet says.

“Can you not? Were you like this before the Quantum Realm?”

“No. I was sane.” She looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs. “Kind of. May I?” She reaches for Nat’s package.

“Why?”

“I need to have some sense of dimensions when it’s big.”

“It’s, uh… four inches long or so.”

“Oh, Sweetheart. Shush.” Janet grabs it, squeezing and pulling gently. Nat braces herself, her face heating up as her cock grows swiftly. “Hmm. Maybe four inches if we do this,” Janet says, giving it a particularly rough tug.

“Ow!”

“All right.” She looks serious, finally. She lifts it, moves it around, pushes it flat against Nat’s front, then lets go. She stares at it until Nat is even more self-conscious.

“What?”

“I can do this for you.”

“Thank you,” Nat says, relieved. Getting a new suit through Tony or SHIELD… just isn’t an option. But while Janet’s husband designed the technology that makes their suits special, Janet’s the one who developed the suits themselves. There’s no better person for this.

“OK, let’s go.”

Nat squeaks in surprise as Janet grabs the shaft again, pulling vigorously. Nat grabs her wrist to stop her.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t leave you like this. I’m not a monster,” Janet says, fending her off and pulling again. “Oh, shut up. The great Black Widow can’t just get off and get on with her mission?”

Nat gasps. Janet’s being a little rough, but there’s skill in her delicate strokes. Nat braces herself, although her legs squeeze together unconsciously and her slacks slide down to her ankles. Having her legs bare just makes her feel more exposed.

“Come on. Today,” Janet says, yanking away.

Nat grabs the older woman’s shoulder as her hips quiver.

“You’ll owe me for this, of course,” Janet adds.

Nat looks up sharply. “What? Ah!” She gasps and almost doubles over. White strings spurt freely, falling on the hotel carpet.

“Wow. It’s functional,” Janet says, letting go and examining her sticky hand. “Got to hand it to those Asgardians.”

“Right?” Nat pants. She gathers herself, stuffing her softening cock back into her underwear. Blushing, bends over to pull up her pants only for Janet to give her another swat on the behind.

“Good luck on your mission,” Janet says, heading for the door.