Scarlet Witch

Wanda's hands could work magic. She'd discovered that as a teenager in oh so many different ways.

Now, alone in her bedroom at Avengers Mansion, the Witch once again had an itch to scratch. While her brother Pietro had always been one for instant gratification, she preferred to take things slowly, and so began removing her red costume, a piece at a time. Taking the wimple from her head with one hand, Wanda gave a whimper, as her other hand started to wander her body. Her hand briefly returned to her neck, as she removed her cape, letting it fall to the ground, and then she was slowly peeling off her long red gloves, lingering over it, just like she used to do when she was providing the Vision with a vision.

She continued her strip tease, removing her boots, then the bathing suit part of her costume, and finally the pink leotard that covered her entire body, leaving herself naked, wearing just a smile, as her hands fondled her breasts. Of course, the Vision was no longer here to appreciate her show, she knew that, but there'd always be a part of him that with her. Well, a spare part to be precise.

She moved to a dresser, and opened a drawer, revealing the long red throbbing phallus that she missed so much. Her hands picked it up, their power causing it to vibrate, as she felt her pussy becoming moist and prepared for it to enter her magical pink realm.