Thunderbolts*

After their hard-earned victory, the Thunderbolts gathered in the once-abandoned Avengers Tower, now reclaimed as their headquarters. The group was in high spirits, celebrating their success and the bonds they had forged during their mission. As the night wore on, the atmosphere became charged with a different kind of energy – an undeniable sexual tension that hung in the air.

Yelena, feeling particularly bold, took the initiative to break the ice. She sauntered over to Ghost, her hips swaying with each step. "Hey, Ghost," she purred, "feeling up for a little fun?"

Ghost, caught off guard by Yelena's forwardness, grinned mischievously. "I wouldn't have it any other way," she replied, her voice filled with anticipation.

Taskmaster, not wanting to be left out, joined them, her eyes glinting with desire. "Count me in," she said, her hands already roaming over her own curves, teasingly.

The three women exchanged heated glances, their intentions clear. They began to strip off their clothing, revealing their toned and athletic bodies. Ghost phased through her clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor, while Taskmaster and Yelena made quick work of theirs, tossing them aside with reckless abandon as the other Thunderbolts consisting of John Walker, Bucky and Alexi Shostakovich watched, the trio of women came together in a tangle of limbs and lips. Yelena pulled Ghost close, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss. At the same time, Taskmaster's hands roamed Ghost's body, teasing and caressing every inch of exposed skin.

Soon, Red Guardian, US Agent and Bucky couldn't resist the allure of the scene unfolding before them. They approached the group, their eyes filled with desire, ready to join in the festivities. Red Guardian, ever the gentle lover, began to worship Yelena's body with his tongue, tracing a path from her collarbone down to her breasts, while Bucky focused his attention on Ghost, his hands roaming the woman's back and sides, eliciting gasps of pleasure and John cut right to the chase, aiming his hard cock at Antonia's mouth who eagerly wraps her lips around his length.

The atmosphere was electric, the room filled with the sounds of moans, sighs, and the rustling of sheets. The Thunderbolts moved together as one, their bodies intertwined in a dance of passion and desire. Each person took turns pleasuring the others, their tongues and fingers exploring every crevice and curve, bringing them closer to the edge of ecstasy, Bucky, John and Alexi fucking the three girls in every hole by the end of the night.

"Yes, daddy right there..." Yelena moaned, tossing her head back in ecstasy as Alexi ploughed her pussy.

"Urgh, Yelena can you...not call me that when I'm..." He stammered, embarrassed. Yelena just laughs, getting exactly the reaction she wanted. As the night wore on, the orgy continued, the Thunderbolts lost in a world of pleasure and sensations. They pushed each other to new heights, their climaxes building like a crescendo, until finally, they erupted in a chorus of cries and moans, their bodies shuddering with the **** of their release. In the aftermath, they lay together in a sweaty, satisfied heap, their chests heaving as they caught their breath. The bond they had forged through their mission was now strengthened by this intimate experience, their trust and affection for one another growing with each passing moment. As the sun began to rise, casting a warm, golden glow over the city, the Thunderbolts slowly untangled themselves from each other, their bodies still tingling with the aftershocks of their passionate encounter. They knew that this moment would be forever etched in their memories, a testament to the strength of their connection and the depth of their love for one another.