Wanda cheats

"H-how many more?" Wanda said, voice high.

"We'll see," Nat said. "Helping?"

Flushing, Wanda slowly stumbled to her feet, still trying to keep her arms crossed over her front. It lasted maybe a whole second before Natasha darted closer.

She went from standing on her feet, trying to cover herself with her arms, squirming, to suddenly being hefted over Natasha's shoulder; Wanda yelped, instinctively flailing as Nat's arms wrapped around her waist.

Good news, thanks to being slumped over Nat's shoulder she didn't need to cover up her front any longer. Her chest was pressed against Natasha's back, and her pussy hidden (albeit with some blush-worthy friction) by Natasha's shoulder. Bad news, her new posture meant her ass was up in the air and far too exposed.

Wanda blushed furiously. Apparently Nat did fully intend to expose every inch of her.

"It's not hard to adapt the classic fireman's carry into a decent hold," Natasha said, as though this was an everyday demonstration. "Wanda, how would you get out of it?"

Wanda fidgeted. It was so very hard to focus when she could almost feel all the eyes on her ass, and even harder when her wriggling only achieved more friction with Nat's shoulder. Oh god, did Nat really need to take this so far?

She bit her lip, trying not to whimper again. She was meant to be an Avenger! Even if they were all seeing her naked, they couldn't see how embarrassed she was on top of all that. Scarlet-faced, she tried to push on Nat's back, tried to get some leverage.

Damn it, but Natasha was strong. It felt like a mix both of Nat's training, and the fact Wanda was at a terrible angle to do anything more than present her rear.

Well, at least she knew there was one way out of this. She didn't want to keep being shown off by Nat indefinitely! Flushing, Wanda fidgeted one last time, and when she couldn't escape Nat's grasp normally pushed again with a burst of scarlet energy.

Natasha stumbled forwards; Wanda slipped over her back, landing on the remarkably soft pad and hastily rolling over, relieved to finally get her ass out of view.

Nat meanwhile didn't quite fall over from the empowered shove, but she did stumble. It took a moment for her to catch her breath, a moment more to inhale.

When she turned, she paused, looking down at the seated, nude Wanda. Long legs drawn against her chest, not quite hiding her cleavage thanks to the gap between them, and both hands holding her ankles to keep her legs close. A side-view of her ass was still visible, the mat sinking down smoothly a little around her so that there was still a view of the exposed skin.

Flushing, Wanda stared up. At least whatever Nat's response to her unfair advantage couldn't be much more embarrassing than all of this. Right?