Marvel: President Stark 34 - Dead Meat & Gold Digging

"Tony!" 

Panic swept across the world at Tony's disappearance. The presidential inauguration came to a quick halt, and the Avengers, X-Men, and Fantastic Four took over the scene to find any clues of where Tony went. 

But the damage was far reaching. Who was the richest man in human history? Tony Stark. Which was the most valuable and innovative company in the world? Stark Industries. Which was the most powerful and the richest nation? America.

Tony Stark was the anchor that held the world together and the progress consistent. As soon as the video of his disappearance spread, stocks fell across the market. But the damage was controllable as Pepper took office right away to stabilize everything. The deals that Tony had made with the world were still standing. And the Psyche 16 asteroid was still out there. 

And for Pepper's comfort, Jarvis was still with her, helping her as it would have Tony. But deep down, she couldn't stop worrying. 

Reed Richards was quick to detect spatial distortion where Tony vanished, meaning that it was a portal of some sort. Sadly, it wasn't easy to trace what sort of portal it was or where it took Tony. 

While the internet was flooded with questions, conspiracy theories, and concern, not much changed. Tony had left behind a world that wasn't dependent on him personally. Even without him, there were the Avengers, X-Men, and Fantastic Four to take care of greater threats. 

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"Ha-ha… Welcome, Midgardian… Welcome to your new home."

Tony stared at the tall woman on the black throne. "I say it could use some furnishing."

"Silence, mortal!" She bellowed, her voice containing magical might. "You stand before Hela, the Goddess of Death."

"Wait! Am I dead?" Tony asked back, not even flustered by her declaration. Or the fact that he was likely on a different planet. Honestly, after living life like he did, most things didn't surprise him anymore. 

"Not yet, mortal. I summoned you for a reason. The magic—I felt it claw through the cosmos, dragging me to you. You’ll work here. For me. You’ll find a way out of the cage my father buried me in," Hela ordered. 

She didn’t rise from her throne. But her horned helm dissolved, revealing a pale, chiseled face—jaw sharp, lips like wilted roses, and eyes ringed in smudged black, like some war-stained crown. It suited her. Devastatingly.

"Hmm, not really the ‘taking orders’ type. But from a Goth? That changes things." Tony crossed his arms. "Why're you locked up anyway? And who's your daddy?"

"Kneel!"

Thud!

Tony felt an insane pressure develop on his shoulders and push him down. But instead of kneeling, his armored legs dug into the ground. 

"Mind your tongue, Midgardian. You're speaking to the rightful queen of Asgard. If life still interests you, then carve me a way out of this cage. Do it well... and I may let you keep your little realm—beneath my heel."

"Oh, straight to bondage? Bold choice," Tony said with a smirk. "Asgard, huh? I’ve met a few of you. Thor—big heart, small brain. Loki—classic neglected little brother with daddy issues. So let me guess, you're the older sibling with a god-tier superiority complex? Yeah... starting to look like a family tradition."

"You talk far too much." Hela placed more pressure on Tony's suited body, but that only dug Tony deeper into the barren ground. He was already covered by dirt up to his waist. 

"So be it. If this is the hill you choose to die on, I’ll burn what’s left of your world when I rise. I don’t need you. These chains are fading. It’s just a matter of waiting a little longer, And—I'll walk free."

"If you didn’t need me, I’d be scrap metal by now… Why is it always punch first, think later with you people? Try using your brain—just once, for fun. And since this little prison is one of Odin's DIY projects, I'm out. I'm tech support. What you need is a wizard. Maybe that Voldemort lady. She seemed like she had flair." Tony tried to reason in his casual fashion. 

Hela shook her head and finally rose to her feet. Quite honestly, Tony liked what she saw. Tall, fit, and those curves. Too bad she could kill him in a heartbeat. 

"Centuries I searched—for a way out. Mortals falter, Gods lie, but magic? Magic does not. I didn’t choose you. The magic did. It led you here, not by chance, but purpose. You just don’t see it yet. You are the key. That’s not hope. That’s truth."

"Sounds like that world will end in twenty-twelve joke. But hey, I’ll bite. Just a heads-up: magic’s not really in my wheelhouse, so you’ll have to show me how it works first. Also, sure, I built an Arc Reactor in a cave... but I had tools. And I’m not exactly seeing a lot of hardware lying around."

The truth was that Tony could escape whenever he wanted. He had the sling ring that the Ancient One had given him. But he didn't want to use it right now. He didn't know how strong Hela was, but if Thor was a benchmark, he reckoned she was stronger. And most certainly a troubled child, enough to be imprisoned. 

He needed privacy and a guarantee that she wouldn't follow him to Earth and destroy it. 

"What do you need?" She asked. 

"That's the thing. I have no clue."

"Then learn."

####

She's really into me, isn't she? 

Tony spared no chance to tease or flirt with the woman. Sure, she could kill him at any moment, but he had no regrets. Nothing held him back, nothing made him desperate to live. He'd decided to accept whatever came at him. Even if it was a tall, goth goddess. 

But Tony's biggest concern was the panic his disappearance must have caused back home. He wanted to send a message back home through a tiny portal. But the problem was that Hela never left his sight. Or rather, her sight never left him. 

He studied her magic and acted as if he knew what he was doing. Being a human, he also slept for nice eight hours. Even in those moments, Hela watched him. She never went to sleep. 

I guess I'll go full Charles. 

Tony never removed his nano-tech armor. He even slept in it, covering his head. That gave him some privacy. As he acted asleep, he spoke with Jarvis mentally and asked it to record a message for him. 

Once done, Tony created a tiny, ring-sized portal, barely visible and hidden behind his body. Right away, Jarvis, in his suit, sensed the Earth's signals and transferred the message directly to Jarvis on Earth. 

####

Pepper Potts had just become the first woman President in the world, although she hated that title. She felt it belittled her struggles and achievements to a mere token. But there was no doubt that her term started with a crisis. 

White House may have changed hands, but most Americans still saw Tony as their leader. Simple to say, there were protests, and voices demanded answers. She was helpless, Earth wasn't prepared to deal with teleportation. 

Ting!

But just then, her phone notification rang. 

Alone in the Oval Office, in the chair once Tony sat, she picked up her phone and took a look. "What?!"

She jumped off the seat in shock. A message had come from Tony's number with a file attached. She quickly clicked on it and Tony's face appeared. It was a view from inside the Iron Man helmet. 

"Hey. Yeah, it's a bit of a cosmic mess, isn't it? But hey—still breathing. Long story short: some locked-up Asgardian goddess named Hela pulled the ol’ magic summoning trick, and now I’m apparently her plus-one in space prison. Good news? I’m fine. Not even a bruise. Bad news? Pretty sure I’m not on Earth anymore, so unless you’ve got a Bifrost tucked away in your garage, don’t bother looking. Might be smarter to ping the Asgardians. Oh, and feel free to forward this to the press. I doubt the Goddess of Death gets Earth cable."

That was it. The message ended right there. 

"Oh, Tony…" Pepper sank back in the seat and rubbed her forehead. "At least be more serious in a crisis."

Nonetheless, she released the message to the media. 

####

A month went by. It was hard to tell on that strange planet, but Jarvis kept track of time. 

At that time, Tony learned magic from Hela. Well, he couldn't harness it, but he understood its nature. How it works, and how it's connected with the nature of the universe. It was a breakthrough, honestly. Tony was able to make some upgrades to his armor, thanks to her help. 

By now, Tony was sure that Hela didn't give a damn if she got out or not. It seemed she was rather more interested in having another speaking soul around her. Tony joked with her, flirted with her, and what started as reprimanding outbursts from her soon turned into faint scoffs of acknowledgement. 

Just needed someone to chat with, I guess? 

“So, this is what we call burgers,” Tony said, flipping a suspiciously perfect patty on the grill. He wasn’t asking questions about the meat’s possible necromantic origin—Hela delivered, and he accepted. “And this—this is called cheese. It goes on top. Revolutionary, I know.”

"Enough with the antics. What is it?" Hela proudly demanded, sitting cross-legged on a high chair with a table in front of her. 

What am I? A babysitter? 

Tony flipped the meat patties. "It's called Cheeseburger. My favorite food on Earth."

Soon, he handed her a plate and took a seat for himself with another serving. He didn't wait for her and gave it a big bite, instantly moaning at the mouth-watering delight. He closed his eyes, enjoying the taste. It was 99% similar to Earth, he felt. 

Hela sneered and, with a single hand, picked the burger as if she was disgusted. But curiosity got the better of her, and she gave it a bite. She chewed, swallowed, and then gave another bite. 

"Interesting," Hela muttered. "What is this crunch?"

"Ah, that's the lettuce. Too much can ruin it, and too little can make it bland. Perfect, isn't it?" Tony proudly ate. He had practiced the art of making burgers since his college days, after all. He remembered cooking burgers on an iron back in the day. 

Hela hummed and finished the entire burger. 

"Stark, bring me ten of these."

"..."

What the… I’ve created a monster.

"Gonna need more raw materials, miss."

"Write down the list."

Ah, so I'm the butler now. 

####

Three Months passed. 

Tony couldn't believe he was saying it, but he kinda liked Hela. Not speaking in sexual terms, that was already decided the moment he saw her. But rather, he liked her personality. She was hard to talk to at first and very secretive and careful. But as the months went by, Tony paved his way through her defenses. 

Before she knew it, she was telling him her life story. And she stopped addressing him in a condescending way. She became less stiff around him as they pretty much shared a meal every day. She brought the stuff, and he cooked. 

At the end of the day, she was an Asgardian. Tony found it hard to understand why she became evil. Loki was understandable, he wasn't even an Asgardian. But why Hela? Daughter of Odin himself?

"So, you wanted to keep swinging, but Dad pulled the plug? Classic. Build a monster, then act surprised when it growls. Been there. My old man? Mostly saw me as a future report card he could scowl at. I basically raised myself—with occasional pop-ins for lectures and disapproval. I guess there is no such thing as a perfect father." Tony murmured, sitting side by side with the Goddess of Death. 

He had made a couch for them using the fur of a questionable beast. "Locking you up? Yeah, not exactly a wise move. That's like closing your eyes and hoping the problem goes away."

"Odin is anything but wise if what you tell me of Thor and Loki is true," Hela commented, grown accustomed to the Midgardian who talked too much. "What happened to your father afterwards?"

"Oh, he was murdered by a brainwashed super soldier. My mom, too. I miss her the most. She was always there, always believed in me. And she was… just really sweet."

"I don't remember my mother," Hela murmured, devoid of any emotions. 

Sighing, Tony got up. "Alright, in the name of our collective misery, let's toast a beer. But we gotta make it first."

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10 months passed, and Tony learned everything that Hela had to teach. Not just magic, she also shared with him the vast knowledge about the space, the insanely powerful beings such as Galactus, or the omniscient and omnipotent creatures like Eternity and The Living Tribunal, the Celestials. The more he learned, the more he started to feel numb. How small he was, how insignificant. All his wealth on Earth meant nothing out there. 

But it was a great experience. Being aware of the vastness of the Universe was better than going in blind.

He also incorporated her magic in his armor. He was now immune to magical energy-based attacks, telepathic attacks, and in general, the armor integrity had been increased. Hela suggested using runes, but Tony didn't trust her with drawing them. She was an ancient being as far as he knew, not very trustworthy. 

But he hoped he could trust her. Despite her infamy, he saw a normal woman who was raised to conquer, but was suddenly stopped and imprisoned for the very thing she was raised for. It was a dilemma: could Hela change? Be better? 

"Why even conquer? What's so fun about that?" Tony asked her casually one day as he played golf with her. Yes, he taught Hela golf. There was nothing else to do on that planet, and by now, Hela was intrigued with Earth's culture. 

The Midgard she knew was from thousands of years ago, humans didn't even know how to grow food back then. But the current Midgard interested her.

Hela scoffed at his question. "Why not? With power like mine, why wouldn’t I? Rule, conquer—restore order. Chaos doesn’t fix itself."

"You brought up the big guys—Eternity, Living Tribunal. Cosmic heavyweights with the ultimate glow-up. But if it’s just about who’s got the biggest stick, why aren’t they running the universe like it’s their personal boardroom? No offense, but ruling everything? Not exactly a vacation. It’s endless work, zero thanks, and a guaranteed spot on everyone’s hate list. Me? I’ll take economic conquest. Same result, better wardrobe," Tony relaxedly replied. 

"What would you know about conquering?"

"Well, before the whole kidnapping me thing, I kinda already did that. No wars, no battles—I took over my planet by dangling a shiny future and fixing the economy. At the end of the day, Hela, no one cares who's on the throne. They just want dinner on the table and the newest iPhone without selling a kidney."

Half of his vocabulary made little sense to Hela. But she was knowledgeable enough to deduce the meaning. "That might impress a planet. But across a galaxy? Laughable."

"I beg to differ. Before Palpatine went full space tyrant, they were actually doing okay. Turns out, a galaxy runs just fine on the promise of wealth and a decent retirement plan."

"Hmm…" Hela stepped back and watched Tony swing. She was shocked at herself, her own behavior. Normally, men or women, mortal or not, cowered before her. They dared not even look at her face. But Tony was blunt, a bit too much. She found herself liking that fact and unknowingly eased her own restrictions. "If that's the case. Suppose you wish to take over the Kree Empire. How would you do it?"

"Kree? Yeah, I’ve heard of them. That light-speed engine—genius work. But if memory serves, they’re run by an AI, right? That’s adorable. Jarvis could slip in, take over, and no one would even notice. Give it a few years, I’d tweak the system, trim the fat, and rearrange the power structure like it’s furniture. Who says you need a throne to run an empire? I'd be vacationing on planets across the galaxy while secretly ruling all of it—Exciting, if you ask me."

Hela shook her head. "Without military might, a rule does not last."

"I get it. But that firepower should be keeping the peace in the empire I already run—not grabbing more. I mean, if it’s all just conquest, aren’t you basically doing a Thanos cosplay without the purple?"

"Thanos? You know him?" Hela asked amusedly.

"Know him, hate him, curse him. He tried to take over Earth with Loki as his little space puppet. I blew up his fleet—you're welcome—but something tells me that wasn’t his grand finale. Part of why I took over my planet for building a united front. Just in case Thanos 2.0 decides to crash the party."

Hela looked at Tony with amusement. "You won against Thanos; that's a feat in itself."

"Thanks—Ha!" Tony took a shot. Far in the distance, an undead soldier summoned by Hela was gathering the golf balls. The ball hit the poor undead's head. 

"Why don't you join me? Let’s see if your convictions bleed truth—or just air."

Tony shrugged. "No thanks, I'm not a soldier."

"Oh, I’m not making you a soldier. A partner, perhaps—degrading as that notion is. Still, you’re the first mortal to stand proud and loud before me, unflinching. Commendable. I’d enjoy watching your life… and its end."

"Ugh… Nice way of saying you'll stick around to watch me turn into a fossil. Charming. But hey, no regrets—I've got about a thousand hacks to stretch out my lifespan a few centuries. Still, where's the fun in that? A ticking clock makes every win feel like fireworks," Tony nonchalantly replied. 

But he was unsure. This could be her acting. How could he trust someone like her? She had no incentives in listening to him. But he really wanted to get out of there by now. Being in space, it'd be a shame if he didn't do some exploration. 

Let's just take her away from Earth. 

He'd seen plenty of images in the Kree ship he had found. There were planets and even some cities in the archive. 

"Alright, fine. I’ll give it a shot—as long as you promise not to crash and burn and start monologuing like a budget supervillain. I need your word. No pointless conquering. I get first dibs."

"Very well. Show me how you plan to conquer a galaxy—and try not to bore me."

Hela agreed readily. 

I'll take a leap of faith, I guess. 

"Let's go then."

####

Ayesha, the High Priestess of the Sovereign, was furious. The Guardians she had hired to protect the Anulax Batteries stole it themselves. All her attempts to get it back had gone to waste, with losses on her side mounting.

In the throne room, she sat atop her golden throne. In fact, everything was either golden, white, or light grey. But more was golden. Even the hair and skin of her species were made that way. Around here were a few subordinates, frantically walking around, discussing reports. They were trying to track down the Guardians. 

Shhhh…!

But right then, a round, burning red portal appeared right in the middle of the throne room. The assistants quickly stood guard, and even the High Priestess got up, recognising the sorcery in front of her. 

"Woah! What's this? Goldfolks or something?" Tony walked out of the portal straight into the throne room. The first thing he saw was the tall, slender, golden woman. His interest was instantly piqued, his nerd senses tingling. This was his first actual, proper alien that didn't fully look like a human. Well, there was also the Chitauri, but he didn't even know if they were living creatures. 

Right behind him, Hela walked in, proudly staring at the High Priestess. 

"Who are you to intrude in Sovereign like this!" The High Priestess questioned, her voice proud and full of that royal arrogance. But there was no sign of anger. 

"Didn't plan on intruding. We were kinda stuck and jumped into a random portal to save ourselves." Tony pulled back his helmet. "I’m Tony Stark. And this charming plus-one? Hela. Goddess of Death. From Asgard."

Expected that! Hah!

Tony liked how the aliens seemed to look unsettled at Hela's introduction. They looked at each other's faces and then at their High Priestess. 

"Asgardian, you say? Very well. I shall overlook the manner of your entrance. We are, after all, kin among the higher forms." The High Priestess asked. "What is it you seek?"

"I'd like to rest here for a bit. Grab some food, and then be on my way." Tony chimed in right away, interested in learning more about their culture. Not every day do you come across an alien species. And from the looks of it, they seemed rather advanced. 

The golden woman stared at Tony for a while as if measuring his face. "As guests? Very well. That can be arranged."

Clank!

Tony clapped his metal hands. “Well, that’s great. Now I’m officially curious—your culture, your species. Is that a weird thing to ask? I’ve never been to this corner of the universe before."

Tony reckoned this woman was some sort of queen or something. So, he tried to be as respectful as he could be. 

"Ugh… Do as you please." Hela turned on her heels. "Show me the place to rest."

Quickly, the High Priestess nodded at one of the servants, who led Hela out of the throne room. 

Tony remained unfazed and started asking questions about their species. Their culture. Their tech level and whatnot. Soon, he learned that her name was Ayesha, a very Earthly name for some reason. But he didn't dwell on it. 

Eventually, Ayesha started rambling about her proud species too, her accent very posh. "Every citizen at Sovereign is born exactly as designed by the community. Impeccable, both physically and mentally. We control the DNA of our progeny, germinating them in birthing pods."

“Wait, hold up—so you're telling me there’s no such thing as natural procreation? Like, actual, physical, body-to-body... teamwork?” Tony fired off, eyebrows raised. A society without sex? That felt like trying to run a reactor without fuel—technically possible, but why would you? Where’s the fun in that?

A small smile crept onto Ayesha's lips. "The old ways are inefficient, uncontrollable."

"But also the most efficient. No need for heavy machinery, just a guy and a girl going at it. In any case, it could be deemed understandable. Gene customization could build a perfect society. Then again, I was born the old-fashioned way, and I turned out to be the smartest, richest, and most powerful man in my world."

Right then, a bigger, more mischievous smile formed on her lips.

Tony noticed it all. Although he didn't consider Ayesha a perfect ten, but she was an alien with golden skin, golden hair, even slightly taller than him. That alone made her pretty hot. It was like being a normal dude seeing a B-list actress. The actress may be average, but by virtue of her being an actress, she would seem hot to many.

"Interesting. But the archaic ways of our ancestors have been forgotten," she replied. 

"Too bad, I guess," Tony said, deciding to shift the discussion to tech. 

But then, Ayesha said something too absurd yet exciting. 

"Perhaps you might enlighten me with the old ways of our ancestors… purely for scholarly understanding, of course."

She's messing with me, isn't she? She's the empress—or whatever royal title they’re throwing around here. No way it’s this easy. And that smirk? Yeah, she definitely knows what she's doing.

"You mean… the way a man and a woman create life?"

"The archaic method, indeed." 

She's serious?

Now, Tony was many things. But above all, he was a nerd at heart. One of his greatest dreams was to bang a hot alien. And now, this woman was offering it willingly. He knew he should decline, but it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. 

"Well, since you've been such gracious hosts, I suppose I can return the favor. Who knows, I might even pick up a fun fact or two about your species while I’m at it."

The High Priestess smiled, her golden eyes shimmering. "Very well, let us move to somewhere more appropriate."

Right away? Damn…

It was a dream come true. 

Banging an alien. 

####

It was awkward. 

Quickly, he was let into a large private room with golden, sleek walls all around. It was just him and Ayesha, standing silently. There was nothing in the room, not even a bed or a table. 

Don't tell me she really doesn't know how to do it. 

"We're going to need a bed for it." He suggested. 

"Of course." Ayesha waved her hand, and right beside them, a bed formed straight from the floor. It was large, round with soft golden bedding on it. By now, Ayesha had also removed her crown, standing in front of him with her chest-length golden hair. She had an oval face, decent pouty lips, and large eyes. Her body was slender with a hint of curves around her hips, not much on the chest. But she stood out, being taller than him by a few inches. 

"So… What type of course do you want? A quickie, or the full, detailed menu?" 

"As detailed as possible, Tony Stark. I expect nothing less."

In Tony's defense. It had been 10 months since he last did it. While he found Hela attractive, he didn't want to lose his head. Compared to Hela, Ayesha was easy. 

"Alright then. Clothes off. That’s how it works—body to body, skin to skin," Tony instructed her and started removing his own clothes after retracting his armor. 

Ayesha unclasped something at her hip, and her royal garb spilled to the floor like liquid gold. She stood tall, stark naked, glowing with the same golden hue that touched everything about her. Not a hint of modesty, just effortless, engineered perfection. Her skin shimmered faintly under the room’s light, smooth and seamless, not a blemish in sight. 

Her small breasts, tipped with darker golden nipples, almost looked sculpted. And below, between her toned thighs, a flawlessly symmetrical slit, soft and delicate, so light it nearly blended with her glowing skin.

Tony’s mouth went dry. “Jesus… you’re like a living Oscar statue. But with a way better ass.”

His cock had already started swelling with interest, and now it hardened fully, twitching slightly at the sight of her. He peeled off the last clothes on him, the briefs that had already formed a small hill. When he stood naked in front of her, there was no hiding the thick, proud erection jutting forward, solid and aching with the kind of arousal that had been bottled up too long.

He stepped forward, his palm brushing the flat of her stomach, trailing up between her small breasts, then across her sloping side. Her skin was hot, a constant inner warmth, like a smooth engine humming beneath golden silk.

"So… first things first, we prep each other. That means you drop to your knees. Not dramatic—just practical." Tony smiled, brushing her flawless cheek.

Without hesitation, Ayesha dropped to her knees, kneeling with a grace that seemed rehearsed, her eyes looking up at him, sharp and curious. 

Tony stepped in closer, his thick cock smacking lightly against her cheek, his pale skin in contrast to her golden. Then he rested the base of his shaft across her thin lips while the fat, flushed tip pressed against her forehead.

“You’re gonna take this in your mouth. Slowly, start with the tip, and use your tongue around the head. Then wrap your lips, suck lightly—you’re not pulling oil out of an engine. Try swirling your tongue under while you do it; the wetter the better.”

She said nothing, only parted her lips and did as told. It felt crazy, getting a ruler of an entire species to suck him off.

Her mouth was soft, wet, but tight, and the heat? Unnatural. Her lips closed around him, and the sensation hit him like a wave. It felt like sinking into a hot bath while getting a blowjob at the same time. Her glistening golden lips created a seal that made his cock throb violently.

“F-Fuck,” he exhaled, gripping her hair as his hips gave a slow forward thrust.

Her mouth worked with a rhythm, precise but almost clinical. She looked up at him with those wide, gold-flecked eyes, as if studying his every twitch, every sound. 

He could see her cheeks hollowing slightly with each movement, her tight mouth dragging back just enough to make his tip pop against her lips, then sinking down again. Over and over, without a sound of protest from her stuffed throat. He almost wanted to shove himself deeper, recklessly go as far as her little mouth could take him.

Something began to stir inside her. A strange heat coiled in her lower belly, foreign, distracting. It pulsed softly at first, but grew with every inch of him she took into her mouth. Her breath shortened, and for the first time, she wasn’t focused on data or muscle responses. She was feeling something. 

A yearning. A fluttering ache between her thighs she couldn’t name. It was intoxicating and utterly new. Her thighs shifted slightly, her golden skin almost shimmering under the rise of something inside.

Tony’s fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her gently back and forth. Her pouting lips wrapped perfectly around him, stretched slightly, and it made his pulse race. He couldn’t get over how hot her mouth was. He felt like he was melting inside her, every nerve sizzling like copper wires sparking. Her tongue felt feverish, wildly lathering around him. It was too good, too relaxing, he was almost drowning in a daze.

“Okay…” Tony finally breathed out, trying not to blow too early. “That’s… more than e–enough study for now.”

He pulled back with a soft pop, his cock glistening, wet with her spit. He reached down, took her by the hands, and pulled her up to her feet. Then he guided her back onto the golden bed. 

Her body fell back elegantly, like a painting in motion, eyes still watching his every move. Her legs parted at the edge without a second thought, spreading them wide like she’d done it a thousand times, even though this was her first time. She was just too sensual for her own good.

Tony dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, slid his hands under her thighs, and lowered his face between her legs. Her folds were so perfectly smooth, her slit glistening now with an alien dew that shimmered faintly in the light. 

His extended tongue made contact with her lower lips, and he hummed in surprise. He never knew an alien pussy could taste sweet, like a ripe fruit freshly picked.

Tony’s mouth landed between her thighs, tongue sliding into that smooth, golden slit. There was no clit, no hood to part, but that didn’t stop him. He flicked and circled her golden gates, tasting the alien sweetness pooling down there. 

Her fingers found his hair, gripping, combing. She didn’t moan, but her breaths came hard, trembling out of her chest like she was being held back from breaking apart. Her body reacted on its own, a slow sensual tickle that crept up her quivering body and hardened her trembling peaks.

He grinned against her twitching pussy. 

Even without the usual parts, she responded just like any woman. Her hips tilted subtly, chasing his tongue. Each lap, each long, slow lick along the folds made her pant through her nose. She was soaking, and he was obsessed. This was science and sin, and he was studying every wet inch like it was classified.

"Normally one would use protection, but since you want the whole thing—this is it," Tony muttered, rising from the floor. 

He lined up, cock heavy and glistening, rubbing it along her glimmering golden pussy lips. "It might sting a little."

Her legs were hoisted high, the back of her thighs pressed to his chest as he stood at the bed’s edge. Her ass cradled against him, his cock nudging her warm, damp entrance, hot and pulsing. Slowly, he pushed forward and immediately hissed.

She was scorching hot, not like humans, but more. Tight. Unbelievably soft. Her walls rippled like silk heat, hugging him in waves. He gasped, hips stalling from the intensity. It was like fucking a living heatpack, eagerly kneading around his cockhead.

Deeper, he pressed on. Her insides clenched hard, trembling around him. He struck something tight and solid. A barrier. The virgin wall, a little deeper than earthlings’, but thoroughly more wet and gripping. 

His eyes flicked up; Ayesha was staring back, eyes wide, brows drawn, breath shaky.

He kept going, jaw clenched as he struggled to stay in control.

Her body jerked when he broke through, just barely flinching. A trace of blood, golden, like melted light, coated the base of his shaft as he bottomed out, her pussy locked around him like a velvet glove. 

He didn’t mean to take her virginity, but he reckoned even she didn’t know she had one. Sex was not a subject for her species anymore.

Ayesha blinked hard. It burned. Her hips twitched under the strange fullness, muscles gripping and releasing around his cock. But then the sting melted into something else. Something terrifyingly good. She didn’t know why she was clenching around him, or why the weight of him inside made her chest ache, but it did. And when he started to move, she arched, overwhelmed.

He pulled back. Slammed in. 

“Ah….” She gasped, loud this time. Her mind blanked, her body jerking in pleasure as if wires had crossed in her brain.

This was procreation? She kept asking herself, but she wanted more. That nudging, that poking and prodding. The bewildering, amazing sensation of his veins scraping over her wet walls. She didn’t want it to end.

Ayesha started to move with him, chasing those sensations. Her slender hips rolled to meet his rhythm, the golden sheen of her skin catching the light as her breasts bounced lightly with each deep thrust. She gasped again, lips parted. 

“Oh… oh, this… this is unexpectedly… stimulating…” Her voice trembled with a dignified tone, as if she was still trying to keep some regal composure, but her body betrayed her.

Tony grinned. “Yeah? Guess the ancients weren’t all primitive after all.”

Ayesha whimpered; her hands slid over her own face, into her hair, clutching strands as if her mind was coming undone. Her hips bucked, her stomach clenched, and then she cried out, loud and raw.

“Aah—ah! I… I cannot… I’m—” She shattered.

Her slender, golden thighs jerked, muscles knotting up, her golden fluids slicked down over his cock. Her pussy pulsed, clenching, desperate and wet as her body trembled through its very first orgasm.

Tony stared at her, at his cock covered in golden glitter like fluid, amazed. “Well, shit. Not that different after all.”

He gave her a moment to breathe, watching her perky breasts rise and fall as she panted sinfully. But he wasn’t going to stop, not just yet. A brilliant idea sparked in his mind, wanting to try a new position he never could with shorter women.

He pulled out of her, drawing her limp body to sit as he also sat on the bed himself. He scooted back and propped his back up against the tall pillows and crossed his legs like a monk. He smirked at her. “Let’s try something more advanced.”

He lifted her closer, onto his lap, face to face, easily despite her tall frame, and pulled her into position; her legs bent and tucked high, his shoulder under her knees, while her glowing, golden ass nestled perfectly in the cradle of his crossed legs. His cock found her core again, and slid right back into her soaked, sore cunt.

She gasped, a slow, strained moan that sounded like awe. “Ahhh… this angle… it feels—”

“Exposing? Naughty?” Tony raised a brow. “You look like a goddess being sacrificed.”

“I feel… as if I’m burning… in all the right places…” Her voice was a moaning purr now, breathless and needy.

Her pussy clung to him like a vice, sucking greedily at every inch of his cock with obscene, wet squelches. She felt tighter than ever, like her perfect alien cunt had learned how to milk him. 

He gripped her slender waist hard, using her like a doll, bouncing her down on his lap over and over until her slick hole made lewd, sticky squelches that echoed off the golden walls.

Her long legs locked around his neck like molten vines, heels digging into his back, keeping him there, buried to the hilt. Her hands caught his face, her trembling fingers dragging over his stubble, her mouth parted in silent gasps, her pupils blown wide with raw, dizzying heat.

Every time he thrust upward, he drove into her with a thick plap, spreading her trembling folds around his girth. 

Her cunt was sore, overstuffed, stretched taut around the first cock of her life, but still, it pulsed hungrily, as if addicted. Her inner walls fluttered, spasmed, then gripped him, refusing to let go, as if her perfect body had been sculpted to wring him dry.

"Ohh… oh… This… This mehh—method of joining… Why did our ancestors ehh–ever abandon it?” She sounded dazed, fucked, desperate for more.

Tony chuckled, slamming her down harder. He loved this position and the advantage her height gave him. With her legs locked on his shoulder, her back kept straight and seated on his lap, her movements were at his mercy, his armored arms lifting and throwing her down with ease, each thrust shattering her deepest spot. “Gkh—Liking it, High Priestess? I hope my lessons are interesting.”

“Yes… They are… highly rewarding… ah… ahhnn~” She moaned wildly, losing control.

Her back arched as her pussy convulsed again, another climax ripping through her. She clung to him, breathless, as tight as ever. Her walls pulsing wildly, squeezing and milking his cock like they were begging for every drop. 

He gritted his teeth; he was close too, balls tightening, ready to burst. But he couldn’t. Finishing inside an alien? It sounded like a bad idea.

Once she was done with her orgasm, he lifted her off and gently laid her down flat on the bed on her back, legs stretched flat, body glowing with sweat and pleasure. But her head dangled off the edge, long golden hair spilling down like a silky waterfall. She looked like an expensive doll, fucked out of her mind.

Tony got out of bed, stroking his cock eagerly as he walked right up to her dangling head. “Now, for your final lesson.”

He guided his cock into her mouth from above. Her lips stretched beautifully, her throat opening up as he slid in, deeper, deeper, until he bottomed out, his balls softly pressing into her face.

Ayesha’s eyes widened as her throat bulged visibly, each thrust making his cock glide in and out of her gullet like a piston. Her stuffed mouth didn’t make a sound, but her legs wiggled uncontrollably, thighs rubbing together in pure lust.

Tony looked down, mesmerized by the lump moving in her throat, almost in awe that she didn’t have any gag reflex. No choke, no sputter, only humming and whimpers of craving, as if her throat was bottomless.

She mewled and mumbled, but her body writhed beneath him, still aching, still excited. Her golden hands reached to grip his thighs.

“That… is… a man’s seed,” Tony groaned above her, feeling his balls draw up. “Taste it, High Priestess… Swallow it.”

He slammed into her mouth one final time, groaning deep as his cock twitched violently, spilling hard down her throat. His release came in thick, punishing spurts, each one forced from him with a jerk of raw bliss. Her nose flared. Her throat moved, swallowing again and again, bulging around the load. 

“Fuc—k,” Tony's head fell back, a low, broken curse leaving his lips. Ten months of pent-up need finally emptied into the perfect, golden mouth.

Depraved? Oh yeah.

But Tony? Tony was living the dream.

And fucking hell—it had been ten months. He unloaded in thick, punishing waves, pumping hot, creamy batter straight down her stretched throat. It was so much. Dense. Ropy. His cock kept twitching, shooting more.

Ayesha didn’t flinch. She swallowed like royalty, elegant, unstoppable. Her golden throat worked in soft, greedy gulps, her lips sealed tight around the base of his shaft. Even as he kept thrusting gently through the mess, she kept swallowing. Her body accepted everything he gave her, perhaps truly made perfect for everything, even sex, despite the fact she didn’t know it until now.

Eventually, Tony pulled out, gasping one last small spurt, his cock slowly softening right after.

Her face was wrecked.

Coated in dripping white filth. His batter clung in thick strands across her cheeks, forehead, and lips. Some splattered all the way into her hair, sticky ropes tangled in glowing locks like gum caught in silk.

“...And that’s how you do it the old-fashioned way,” he exhaled, staring down at her ruined beauty, still lying there with her head dangling off the bed. She hadn't moved.

Then, a soft, needy whimper escaped her. “More…”

Tony blinked. Oh, she was hooked. Addicted already? 

“I’d love to, Your Glorious Highness, but…” he stepped back, grabbing a cloth to wipe himself off, “biological men have limits. I need at least three hours. Maybe two if you get me some calories.”

He started grabbing his clothes.

Knock knock!

A soft hiss followed as the door to the chamber slid open, and in walked one of Ayesha’s attendants, clad in tight gold robes. She halted at the entrance, eyes wide.

Her gaze dropped instantly to Tony’s half-dressed state, his softening cock still slick, hanging free. Then it flicked over to her High Priestess.

The High Priestess of the Sovereign. Laid out like a divine offering, legs wide, lips still parted, dripping. Her face? Absolutely glazed in cum. Her hair? Ruined. Glued in sticky white clumps.

The silence was awkward.

“High Priestess…” the servant said carefully. “The guest… the Asgardian… she has left the Sovereign.”

Tony’s head snapped toward her. Oh, hell.

"What?! When?"

"Just now."

Tony frowned. He knew where she might be headed, but he didn't know the place to make a portal to it. Also, without Hela, he could be turned into a sex slave for Ayesha. She was crazy enough. And she did look crazy. 

I gotta get out of here right away. 

"High Priestess Ayesha, I've got a proposition. Help me get to Asgard—fast—and I’ll gladly swing by Sovereign more often to dish out these... enlightening little lessons. Sound fair?"

With her head still dangling off the bed's edge, Ayesha smiled brightly. Without addressing Tony, she eyed the servant. 

"Prepare my personal ship."

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It was fast! Like really fast. Using the Jump Points, Tony found himself arriving at Asgard faster than he expected. It was just him inside the High Priestess’ ship as she couldn’t join due to her business with the stolen batteries. 

Tony was happy as long as he got to leave that place. He had no plans of going back now, or maybe he might in a few years. Her body composition between those long legs was extremely ravishing. 

“Hela—Oh, Hela,” Tony muttered, watching the screen as he neared the exit of the last Jump Point. “I thought we were buddies.”

Wooosh!

The flashing streaks of lights around him vanished, and the spacecraft slowed down. The scenery in front of him changed, but not for the better. 

“What the… Where’s Asgard?!” 

Quickly, Tony looked down at the screen, where it did say that he had reached Asgard. But the view in front of him was just… floating rubble. Rocks, massive golden structures floating around. 

“What’s that?” 

He then noticed a huge ship in the distance. It was extremely vast, like a floating fortress—massive, angular, like a jagged dagger in space—colossal, and dark. Its massive twin-pronged front stretches outward like a predator’s open jaws.

“Fuck! It’s shooting at me!”

Quickly, Tony covered himself in full armor and tried to steer the ship. 

But just as he tried to doge around the debris, he almost struck a long piece of rock. No, it was a statue of someone recongisable. 

“Thor?!”

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Question: What to do with Hela? Bang or not?

Choice 1 - Bang her as friends with benefits.

Choice 2 - No sex. But they remain great friends.