Marvel: President Stark 33 - President's Final Gift

Yawn!

Tony opened his eyes to the warm scent of the two beauties hugging him on each side. It had been one strange night after the Florida rally. First, Raven appeared in Stark Tower with Rogue at her side. What started as a simple discussion on mutant rights and the extension of Xavier school became a steamy three-way night of pleasure. 

To his excuse, Rogue initiated it, and Raven simply joined in. For some reason, Rogue had become addicted to the art of bodily pleasures. Since she could finally feel a guy inside her, she wanted him nowhere but in her, from the first thrust to the last pump. 

Surprisingly, Raven competed with Rogue, and it was one tiring night. 

Swallowing a deep breath, he raised his head and pointed his finger at the large TV in front of the bed. Instantly, the screen lit up, and the room was filled with the noise of the news telecast. 

[…If President Stark is known for one thing, that is not backing down on his words. His refusal to get re-elected must be accepted. And his decision to have Ms. Potts take his place should be taken seriously. We have the Secretary of State, Charles Xavier, on the line with us… Secretary Xavier, what should we expect from this explosive news? Can you tell us about the process that went behind the decision to propose Ms. Potts' name?]

The bald, stern-looking Charles's face appeared on the screen. 

[Not much thought was needed. I've known Ms. Potts for some time, and she's known President Stark far longer than most of us. She stood beside him long before Iron Man, long before the presidency. My colleagues in Congress and I agree—no one understands his vision better than she does. Our task now is to honor that vision: peace, security, prosperity, and unity. Beyond the name on the door, very little is changing.]

Tony nodded strongly, smirking at Xavier's live bullshitting skills. The truth was that he didn't consider anything before pushing forward Pepper's name. He just chose her because the calculations and the statistics suggested that she'd be the best for the job. But still, he agreed with what Charles said. Pepper was going to continue his vision. The sword of consequences against corrupt politicians, bureaucrats, and corporations would continue to fall. Lobbying would remain a dream. 

[And it's a great risk, many are saying. Ms. Potts, if elected, will be the first female President—]

[I'll have to interrupt there.]

Tony sat up to listen to the man. 

[That’s true—Ms. Potts will be the first female president. But that is not why she was chosen. When we reduce her to a “first,” we risk diminishing everything she stands for—her resilience, her leadership, her record. 

The National Technocratic Alliance does not practice tokenism. We value merit. Ms. Potts was selected because she shares Tony Stark’s vision and because she helped shape it. She’s led Stark Industries for over five years—a responsibility that speaks for itself. And if anyone needs reminding of what that entails… they haven’t been paying attention.]

"That's my boy!" Tony clapped softly. "Your Dumbledore is great, Rogue." 

Rogue drowsily woke up, hugging the quilt against her supple breasts, nude underneath, covered in dozens of hickies. "Wait… why’s he on the news?"

"He's the Secretary of State." Raven also woke up, but she didn't bother covering herself. She knew how much Tony loved seeing her original, blue body, her eyes, and the red hair. Similarly, she was covered in hickies, too. 

“Oh… Ah keep forgettin’ that,” Rogue sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “You’re really not gonna be president again?”

"Not this time. Can’t speak for the far-off future—I'm still a spring chicken, relatively speaking. Besides, there’s a bunch of stuff I can’t pull off as president. But as Tony Stark? That’s Tuesday."

"Such as?" Rogue inquired. 

"Replacing dictatorships, toppling regimes, sticking my nose in places where political corruption smells worse than my gym socks—yeah, I'll do all that. And I mean every word. Earth’s never gonna unite if half of us live in penthouses and the other half can’t afford a roof in a slum. Half of us eat caviar, and the other half can't even find water. We need the same baseline—comfort, education, a shot at wealth. Only then will we stop seeing flags and start seeing, you know, humanity as one species."

Rogue let out a low whistle and slipped an arm around Tony’s side. “Sounds downright crazy, sugar… but I s’pose that’s just you bein’ you.”

Feeling her sweet, soft swells on his naked side made his cock swell back to full mast. He looked at her, grinning, and then back at the clock. "I gotta visit Asia today, but… I suppose I can stay a little to commemorate our morning nicely."

"Oh… now you're just spoilin' me, Tony." Rogue grinned and pushed the quilt away entirely, straddling Tony's lap, squeezing his hardened shaft under the weight of her slowly salivating pussy lips. "What 'bout you, Raven? Feelin’ sweet this mornin’?"

Raven pursed her lips and glanced at the clock. She had worked in Tony's administration, too. "Hmm… I suppose I am."

"I got enough room for two." Tony wrapped an arm around Raven's shoulder and pulled her in for a lush, morning kiss. He was simply obsessed with her otherworldly features. Enough that it made his cock twitch, which Rogue took care of by shoving it in her warm, snug cunt. Rogue was obsessed with keeping him in, even though she wasn't fully prepared yet. 

He didn't mind, it was her choice. He gave equal attention to both women. 

That was just another average morning for Tony Stark. But not everyone had that great of a morning. Especially not if you're Peter Parker, who has just started his superhero career. 

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Peter was aware of Ororo and Tony's son. He was happy for them and for himself. Since Aunt May had gone to California to help Storm, he had the entire high-rise apartment for himself. With access to the openable window that Tony used, he had quick access in and out of the apartment. 

He was told that May wouldn't return for months. 

He was wrong. 

Caught like a deer in a headlight, he climbed into the house without much thought. Tired after a late night of heroing and catching some evil dudes. He wanted to munch on some food and just go to sleep before waking up and heading to school. 

That was the plan, at least. 

"Peter?!"

He crawled into the house, still in his new Spiderman suit. May was right there, on the couch, staring back at him. 

"Who? I… I came to meet Peter." He tried to bluff. 

But the moment May had her hands on her waist, the game was over. 

"I know it's you, Peter. Tony wouldn’t have given that crazy window access to just anyone. Take the mask off. Now! Or you're grounded." May’s voice was sharp, but her eyes were wide with worry, and her arms were crossed like she was holding back a storm.

Peter gulped and defeatedly took off his mask. Ned already knew; he reckoned it wouldn't be a big deal. But before he could explain it, he saw his aunt dial Tony angrily and ask him to come over. 

Minutes later, he heard the sound of Tony flying into the apartment through the same large window. 

"M-Mr. Stark… I was…" Peter feared Tony getting blamed. If anything, he was much better than he had imagined, thanks to him. "Aunt May just found out."

"I can see that, buddy."

"You knew?" May glared at Tony, her arms now crossed over her chest. "For how long?"

With the metallic mask gone, Tony calmly responded. "I'm the President. I know everything."

"Then why did you hide it from me? I… Peter, he’s all I have. You know how many times I’ve told you—I worry about him. Every day."

"Aunt May, please..." Peter stepped toward her, his voice tight, eyes pleading. "It was me. I didn’t want you to know. I—I asked him not to tell you. Mr. Stark didn’t make me do anything—he stopped me from doing something stupid. He sent me to the X-Men’s place to train. Six months. If it weren’t for him..."

"No, I don't want this… this isn’t what I wanted for you. Why, Peter? You’re such a good kid—bright, thoughtful. Tony saw that in you. He gave you that internship, remember? You could’ve had a normal life… maybe in a lab at Stark Industries, doing something safe, something good."

“He’d have made CEO in a few years,” Tony said offhandedly, already cracking open a Dr. Pepper from the fridge.

"See, Tony agrees that you're talented." May touched Peter's shoulder, feeling the texture of his suit. “So… why are you really doing this?”

"Because I have to, Aunt May. Because I have these powers."

May kept shaking her head in fear. The thought of losing Peter, her only living relative, scared her. 

"May, let me put it this way..." Tony chimed in. "Is Peter the kind of kid who rescues kittens from trees and helps little old ladies cross the street?"

"T-That's right." She nodded. 

"So, humor me—what exactly do you think this kid would've done when he woke up one day and realized he could casually bench-press a truck? Stick to ceilings like it's no big deal? Swinging around Manhattan? What would this kid do with those powers?" 

May looked at Peter, and she knew the answer. "He would… help people."

"That's right. Now tell me, could you have stopped this kid from helping people?"

She shook her head. Peter was a good kid, but not someone who'd sit back if someone needed help. 

"So what’s the smarter move—let him run around playing junior Avenger and hope he doesn’t break a limb, or train the kid, drill the safety rules into him, and give him a suit that could survive a nuclear meltdown?" 

"IT CAN?" Peter exclaimed. 

"Jarvis, show him," Tony murmured. 

Wooosh!

Out of nowhere, Peter's suit turned into a box that covered all of Peter's body. Then, outside the box, an energy shield formed. 

Woosh!

The box vanished moments later. Peter's eyes were wide. "Wha-How did you fit all those things inside the suit?"

"Don't ignore me!" May raised her voice. “Peter, I’m here. I’m listening. So start talking—when, how, why—I need to know everything.”

Peter gulped, nodding. "I will, Aunt May."

May shot a glance at Tony then. 

"I've got a meeting in China." Tony raised his hands and stepped backwards towards the window. 

May's gaze turned softer. Reason returned to her thoughts. Tony could have ignored it all and let Peter be by himself. But Tony made sure Peter was safe while doing what he wanted. 

"Thanks, Tony."

Tony gave back a lewd wink. "Thank me later."

May blushed and looked back at her nephew with crazy eyes. "Speak."

####

Who said retirement was easy? Who said being the US President meant a life of luxury? Well, maybe it was for the guys who came before him, but for Tony, it was always an uphill battle. 

With the November elections just a month away, Tony wanted to go out with a bang. Not in a literal sense, but something of a massive event that would move the entire world. 

But before he could do that, he needed the entire world on the same page. For that, he had to visit every single country and compel them to sign a secret deal with him. Even China and Russia were on that list. They didn't worry him anymore, nor did he fear retaliating against them through underhanded means. He had already disabled all their nukes, and they didn't even know. 

Thankfully, the deal he proposed was such that no country wanted to stay out of it. But from some nations, he needed assurances first. 

"President Xu, this is man to man." Tony sat in the lavish office that had too much red all around. The carpet was red, and the curtains on the windows were red with golden trims. The massive red flag of China behind the President was also there. Then came the dragons, and holy Jesus, there were dragons. The ceiling had dragons painted, the doorknobs had dragons engraved, the pen stand was dragon-shaped, the paperweight was the same, and even the armrest of the chair Tony sat on had dragons. 

It was just Tony and President Xu of China. Thanks to Jarvis, there was no need for a translator. Heck, he was in real time reading President Xu's body language. 

"Look, I get it—you want in. Who wouldn’t? But I also know you want the biggest slice of the pie. Now, I’m a generous guy—I build schools, save planets, kiss babies—but I’m not handing over the bakery. You’ll get a share, sure. Same as Finland, same as France. Respectable, not VIP access. I’m the one bringing in the juice—I make the rules.

"And rule number one? Drop the whole “President for life” thing. U.S. elections are next month. It would be nice if your country joined the grown-up table and stuck to the script your forefathers wrote. I get it—absolute power? Delicious. Like mangoes in July. But take it from me: telling me no? Not your smartest move."

The man in front of Tony sat uneasily. He didn't really want to meet Tony, but he had to. The threat was too big. Tony somehow had all the details of his shady deals, the way he made his relatives rich as fuck, the women he banged, heck the videos were in Tony's possession. This was blackmail, plain as day. 

"If… I sign this. I get to keep what I have?"

"Sure thing, pal. But here's the deal—you're done with politics. Time to hang up the suit, grab a fondue fork, and disappear into the Swiss Alps. Call it retirement, capital R, italics, bold."

Tony was lying. He had zero tolerance for corruption as he wasn't corrupt himself. He ended lobbying himself. He scared Big Pharma into surrendering. Of course, blackmailing the corrupt guys didn't count as bad deeds, according to him. 

"And Russia?"

"Vlad? He’s getting the same deal as you—only worse. The guy’s been in power so long, he’s basically an octopus with a hand in every jar. Gonna have to snip a few limbs before I hand him his retirement watch."

This was an even bigger lie. Tony had no plans on going soft on the Russian President. The same was the fate of Kim, who had pretty much reformed himself. But his past crimes were too grave to be ignored. And murders were the tame ones. 

"I agree then." 

"Good boy." 

President Xu looked at the documents. "This deal will help my country for centuries to come."

It sure will, bud. Just not you.

After China, Tony visited most of Asia. It was easy to get the leaders on the same footing as him. Most weren't patriotic but knew that the deal would help their nation tremendously. 

For an entire month, from one nation to another, Tony traveled the entire world. Just him, his super high-tech armor, and a deal. Sure, a few supervillains appeared here and there, but none stood in his way. 

Soon enough, November 6th arrived, Sunday, two days from the presidential election. Pepper's face was everywhere, her interviews were endless. The age of the internet had arrived, with Tony's previous four years spent making America high-tech. That meant Pepper gave more interviews to different internet podcasts than to news channels. It was all Jarvis's calculated strategy. 

However, Tony's final masterpiece was yet to come. And it was finally the day. 

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It was Sunday, yet the schools were open. Not just for students but for everyone. Instead of classes, the auditoriums were filled with the students, their parents, and their neighbors. 

Inside, massive projectors displayed the insignia of the President of the United States, the live telecast yet to start. 

For the past month, every single day, on TV, radio, on YouTube ads, Tony's 10-second clip had been going viral. His invitation to all Americans and people of the world to watch his live telecast. The event was termed as the Greatest Step Forward Of the 3rd millennium. 

Tony Stark had already single-handedly pushed Earth's tech a decade or two ahead. Just hearing him talk about the greatest thing to happen in their current one-thousand-years was too much. More so when the 3rd millennium had just started 16 years ago. 

But Tony Stark was known for keeping his word. So, school gymnasiums, stadiums, churches, and any place that could house a lot of people and project the scenes on massive screens were used to telecast the President's event. 

This time, Hector Morgan didn't go out to any event. Ever since he'd heard that President Stark wouldn't run for president again, he'd lost all the steam. All his motivation, and he didn't even want to vote anymore. 

That day, he watched the President's live telecast at home with his wife and kid. 

"Shhh! It's starting!" Hector shushed his son and wife. 

On the screen, a montage started to run with Tony's voice doing the voiceover. It was a beautiful montage that showed the rise of humanity in a time-lapse fashion. From hunters and gatherers to discovering fire, to the Stone Age, the Bronze Age, and the slow rise of humanity. From small huts to fortresses, from villages to towns, from towns to cities. Discoveries that shaped the world.

"For thousands of years, we stared at the stars, wondering if we were alone. Then a few years back—boom—turns out we're not. And let's just say the welcome party wasn't exactly warm and fuzzy. They came to kill us, conquer us."

Tony's voice became louder as the montage came to an end, and for some reason, the camera started to zoom out from an aerial view of the White House. The camera kept on zooming, going out into space, looking at the Earth. Then it kept on moving towards the moon. 

"I was scared back then. Yeah, me—actual fear. I looked at this fragile blue marble and thought, we’re not built to last. I wanted to change that. Make us tougher. Smarter. Survivable. So humanity doesn’t just exist—we expand, explore, maybe even get a decent seat at the cosmic table. So I looked up for answers… and wouldn’t you know it? I found one."

The camera finally reached the moon's surface, still panned in a way that Earth was visible in the distance. Yet the camera kept moving away. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, after three years of sleep-deprived brilliance and a highly questionable caffeine intake, I give you the greatest discovery mankind has ever made—or will ever make. Drumroll, please... I present to you: the answer!"

Snap!

The scenes on the screen changed, and Tony Stark's standing figure appeared in the camera. Fully engulfed in the Iron Man suit, the visor was somehow made translucent. There was darkness everywhere behind Tony, but around his feet were rocks as far as one could see. Uneven, unnatural, and magical. It didn't look like Earth. 

"W-Where is Mr. Stark?!" Hector was on the edge of his seat. "Moon?"

"Look there." Tony's figure pointed into the sky from that strange surface. The camera panned in his finger's direction. A distant but noticeable blue ball appeared in the view. "That's Earth."

Hector jumped to his feet, wondering if President Stark was on the Moon. That made the most sense. 

"And look to the right of Earth—that's the moon."

Hector frowned but kept his ears open. "What? Then where is he standing?!" 

“And I’m literally standing on the answer to every problem we’ve ever thrown at this planet. No more draining the Earth like it’s some bottomless smoothie. This thing—right here—can power our lives for millions of years. Colonize the whole solar system? Still good. Build ridiculous mega-structures for twenty-thousand years? Easy—This… Is… Psyche 16."

####

"This… Is… Psyche 16."

Tony spread his arms wide and let the camera focusing on him fly away so the entire asteroid could come into view. 

"Three times the size of New York City. Ninety percent metal. Estimated value—ten quintillion dollars—yes, with a “Q.” Currently parked at Lagrange Point L1, just a cosmic hop from the moon. I hauled this beauty in from the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter to fuel Earth's energy and raw material needs. Starting next month, Stark Space Forge kicks off mining operations—with every nation on Earth on board. So if you’re a metal worker, welder, mechanic, painter, construction worker, or electrician... suit up. The career of your lifetime is knocking—Welcome to the future!"

The camera kept panning away, slowly going back to Earth. But then Tony's voice came again. 

"Ah, and Vote for Potts—She's going to lead America in this venture. Peace out!"

No longer in the view of the people, Tony waved his hand, made a teleportation circle thanks to the ring, and returned to Earth, straight into the White House to host the White House Correspondents' Dinner. It was the last one, so he didn't miss it. Heck, he even let some comedians come over and make fun of all the quests. Including him, of course. 

They saw Tony's live announcement, too. Even after he made his way into the massive dining room, the people were too shocked to react. Some were staring at their phones. It was understandable. Stocks of most energy and mining companies must have gone down by crazy margins. Meanwhile, the stocks of space rocket companies must have gone up. 

In any case, he gave his speech, poked fun at those who came before him. Made fun of Pepper, who was to come after him. And then, he ate to his heart's content. He tried not to look up on the internet to see how people were reacting to Psych 16. He really wanted to. But he also wanted it to slowly boil up so he could see the final reactions the next day.

It had been an insane undertaking. Hiding the massive asteroid wasn't easy. During the final months, he had to take the help of almost all space agencies to keep it under wraps. 

"Drinks?" 

Tony walked into his bedroom at the White House with Natasha right at his heels. She was the Director of the CIA, and they had a lot to discuss before he logged out of the Oval Office.

"I could use a beer," Natasha replied and quickly put down the file folders she had brought over. She then removed her heels to get comfortable, it not being her first time entering that bedroom. In fact, she was overdressed this time. In her professional office suit and pants, her hair done in wavy curls for the dinner event. 

"Catch." Tony took out a bottle of beer from his small fridge in the room and threw it at the hottest spy he'd ever known. 

Clank!

Natasha's reflexes were still amazing. She caught it with ease, using her ring with the communication device to open the cap.

"Just bring 'em here. My back's staging a rebellion." Tony tossed his tie and coat, then collapsed onto the bed—shirt still on, pants too, shoes flung somewhere in the room. Cracked open a beer, and leaned back into a fortress of pillows. "Docking that asteroid was an absolute nightmare."

Natasha grabbed the files and joined him on the bed, sitting with her legs folded sideways. She admired Tony a lot beyond personal reasons. From a common superhero to whatever he was now, directing the entire world's progress. She felt it was above her pay grade just to be in the same room as him. She was a simple spy, and he, a crazy tech genius. 

Tony noticed her eyes on him. "You gonna bite?"

"No, just thinking. I saw you declare yourself as Iron Man on TV, and now, giving Earth almost endless resources to develop for thousands of years," she replied and handed him a file. "Anyway—these are the files.”

"You do know that you're gonna remain the CIA director after I'm gone," he said while taking a look. 

"It's yet to be decided, Mr. Stark."

“Hah, tell that to Pepper. She’s already got her dream team lined up. Pretty sure she’ll kill me if I steal you—or half the roster, really.” Tony said, skimming through the files like he was flipping a menu. Most were profiles on high-value targets the CIA wanted badly. A few had that extra dash of drama—important people with very inconvenient secrets.

Seeing him read seriously, Natasha let herself sink into the mattress, shoulder to shoulder with Tony against the mound of pillows. She was comfortable, familiar with the space, like she’d been here too many times to bother with formality.

Tony caught the faint trace of her perfume as she shifted beside him, something clean but expensive. His smirk was lazy. “No. 5?”

She didn’t look at him, just flipped a page in the file. “Good nose.”

He huffed, more amused than anything, and kept skimming. The documents were dull, the usual mess of names, pictures, and classified details he’d process in ten seconds and forget in twenty. Nothing in them made him pause.

Unlike Natasha’s hand.

Her palm landed on his thigh like it belonged there, fingers pressing in, slow but firm, working into the muscle through his pants. It wasn’t affectionate, and she wasn’t the type, but there was a casual ease to it, like she was testing how much tension he had stored up. Like she already knew the answer.

"Take this one out. No need to send him back to the Mexican government—he’ll be running his little empire just fine from behind bars over there." Tony marked a file and diligently did his duty. "Baby oil? Seriously? Yeah, make this one public. I can't stand creeps like him. Might as well be that island guy—same stink, different cologne."

Soon enough, he was finished with all the files, and Natasha's hand no longer massaged his thigh. 

Her fingers tightened around the thick outline, straining against his pants, squeezing just enough to feel the way it throbbed in response. Slow, measured kneads, like she was testing how eager he was, keeping him hard and ready without a word.

"I guess… We'll be having these meetings in Stark Tower in a few months." Tony muttered, looking around the room and then at the beautiful redhead spy to his side. Her face gleamed as if the moon in that room lit with just bedside lamps, good for study, and perfect for setting up the mood. 

"Um-hmm…" 

Tony smirked as Natasha leaned in, her lips meeting his in a slow, practiced kiss—one she had perfected a thousand times, but with him, it was always something rawer. No strings, no expectations, just unfiltered passion that left no room for regret.

"Relax your back, Tony."

Before he could retort, she slid onto her knees between his legs, gripping his sides with firm, knowing hands. With a smooth tug, she dragged him down onto the mattress, making him let out a small yelp that quickly turned into a chuckle.

"I’ll do that." He settled in, arms crossed behind his head, watching the way her slender fingers moved like they had a mission.

She popped the button with ease before pulling the zipper down and tugging the pants off his body in one fluid motion, his briefs following right after. His cock sprung free, eager, already standing tall in full salute.

Her eyes flicked up to his, a knowing smirk on her lips as she wrapped her fingers around the base, leaning down before pressing his length against the smooth curve of her cheek. The contrast was sinful, the flushed heat of his manhood against the cool porcelain of her skin. She laid a trail of teasing kisses along his shaft, staining it with red, branding him with her lipstick before parting her lips to suck the tip, slow and deliberate.

Her free hand moved to her own shirt, pulling it off along with her bra, letting Tony drink in the sight of her bared skin as she hollowed her cheeks around his length.

Her tongue lapped over his aching, swollen cockhead, swirling, teasing. A slow, intentional drag, tracing every ridge and vein, smearing her spit over the flushed tip. Her grip worked him in tandem, squeezing, stroking, milking him with just the right amount of pressure, just enough to keep him throbbing, desperate for more.

Then, her lips sealed around his girth, hot and wet, sinking over him inch by inch. The slick warmth of her mouth engulfed him, her tongue flattening against the underside as she sucked him deep. Her spit dribbled down his shaft, slickening every stroke as she fucked him with her mouth, her soft moans vibrating around his length.

Tony groaned, his stomach tightening, the heat in his core mounting by the second. But just as the pace became merciless, she pulled back, breathless, lips swollen.

She met his gaze, a silent, sultry challenge in her eyes.

Tony didn't need to be told twice. With a quick gesture, he beckoned her to lie beside him. As she did, he shrugged off his shirt, now just as naked as she was above.

His hands trailed down, peeling away her office pants, his mouth following the path of bare skin revealed inch by inch. Lips and tongue traced along her creamy thighs, tasting her, savoring her. Just as smooth, just as flawless as he remembered.

Once she was fully naked, Tony shifted closer between her legs, and dragged her ass up onto his lap, his grip firm on each side of her waist as he yanked her over his thighs. Natasha's head and back arched sharply against the mattress, her red curls splayed out like a sinful halo, her hips elevated by his folded knees.

“The usual?” 

Natasha nodded. 

Tony smeared his cock on her pussy a few times, her ass lifted high above her knees, her legs clamped around his waist. He had the control; his grip on the side of her hips held her bottom high.

“Mmmh~”

His cock speared into her soaked, welcoming heat, stretching her open with a slow, maddening glide. Her cunt clenched around him, dripping, her lava coating his length, but he only buried himself deeper, seating her down to the base, his thick girth snug inside her wet, pulsing walls.

Her thighs trembled as she adjusted to the sheer depth, her dainty feet dangling, barely pressing against the bed for balance, completely at his mercy. His grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging in, claiming every inch of her flesh as he locked her in place.

Then he fucked her—hard.

No restraint. No careful, measured strokes. But with the reckless, animalistic drive of a man completely unhinged, of a man who didn't need to hold back, who wanted to fuck her senseless and spill himself as deep inside her as he could. He shoved his cock in, sharp thrusts that jolted her entire body up the bed, each impalement forcing moan after filthy moan from her parted lips.

“F-fuck….Tony—oh, fuhh—ahh—!” Her voice broke into shattered syllables, her body convulsing beneath him, her marshmallowy breasts bouncing with every desperate snap of his hips.

Her fingers clawed at her own breasts, tweaking, rolling her stiffened peaks between her fingers as if she needed more, as if the raw pounding wasn’t enough. She locked her legs behind him harder, heels pressing into his lower back, urging him. Harder, faster, deeper.

And he gave it to her.

Every slam of his cock into her soaked, tight heat drove her higher, pushed her further, sent her body into a delirium of pleasure she couldn’t escape. 

Tony felt her walls twitch, gripping him greedily, convulsing, begging for something devastating. Seeing how fast she reached her edge, he realised how rarely he saw her recently.

Her orgasm hit like a savage, tidal wave in a storm.

“Aahhhhh Goddd—!!” Natasha screamed, her entire body seizing up, her hands twisting the sheets, her back arching so sharply it almost lifted her off the bed. She gushed, her release flooding around his cock, drenching his balls in hot, sticky arousal.

But he didn’t stop, he wouldn’t stop.

Tony leaned forward, his mouth latching onto one of her thrashing tits, sucking, biting. His hands dug into her waist, fingers sinking into her flesh as he fucked her through the orgasm, every thrust pushing out another broken whimper from her kiss-swollen lips.

“Oh… Oh… Ohh! Tony~” Her tone, sultry and spoiled.

“Gck…” With a deep, guttural groan, Tony’s own climax ripped through him. 

He buried himself to the hilt, pulsing inside her, spilling his thick, hot batter deep into her dripping cunt. He could feel it overflowing, could feel his cum coating every inch of her, so much that it frothed, leaking back down his shaft and squelching between them.

Panting, he collapsed onto her chest, his cock still nestled inside her spent, throbbing, swollen pussy. The last lazy clenches of her wet walls milked him dry, sending shocks of pleasure rolling up his spine.

For a long moment, they just lay there, sweaty, panting, utterly spent. His breath ghosted over her skin, her heartbeat hammering under him.

She smirked, playing with his dark hair as his head laid there against her breast, her voice hoarse but utterly satisfied.

"Mind if I take a bath? I need to visit the Pentagon later."

"At night?" Tony asked, settling beside her. 

"No such thing as day and night in my line of work, Tony." 

Before he could respond, she leaned down, her lips brushing over his in a slow, teasing kiss, one final taste before she pulled away. She didn’t linger. Didn’t let him grab her for round two. Just a ghost of heat.

Tony watched as she slid off the bed, her perfectly sculpted ass swaying as she padded across the room. She didn’t even bother covering herself. Just grabbed her clothes off the floor, letting himself drink in the view one last time.

He sighed, shifting onto his back, arms folded behind his head. His eyes fluttered shut as he let himself sink into the mattress, basking in the lingering scent of sex and expensive perfume. His body hummed with exhaustion.

"Hah, is that it? That's what keeps Natasha happy?"

Teee~

His blasters rang in readiness as soon as the unknown female voice echoed from the footside of his bed. His arm rose to aim at the intruder by instinct before his eyes could open. But his frown softened as he recognized the woman. 

"Yelena? Right?" Tony asked to confirm, unashamedly naked and legs spread for her to see, the drenched culmination of him and Natasha still on his cock. 

"Tsk…" Yelena scoffed and did something interesting. 

Yelena’s smirk didn’t waver as her fingers found the zipper at her collarbone, teasing it down in a slow motion. The leather parted, revealing the smooth, creamy skin beneath, a tantalizing sliver of bare flesh growing wider with every inch.

She shimmied out of the suit, rolling her shoulders as she let it slip past her toned arms, her perky breasts bouncing free. They weren’t as full as Natasha’s, but their perkiness and tightness made them just as enticing. Her waist dipped into that perfect hourglass before flaring into wide, unholy hips that could tempt a saint.

And then, finally, she stepped out of it completely, standing before him gloriously bare. In the dim, moody glow of the bedside lamp, her glistening slit betrayed her arousal, a subtle sheen catching the light between her thighs.

Tony’s gaze trailed up from that wet little revelation, amusement flickering in his tired eyes. How long had she been standing there, watching? 

The thought alone sent a lazy throb through his still-slick cock, Natasha’s honey still coating him.

Yelena tilted her head, that mischievous little smirk playing on her lips as she let him drink her in. Her golden blonde hair framed her face, tousled and effortlessly sexy, those sharp, playful eyes betraying a thirst that went deeper than just curiosity.

"Let's see what keeps her coming back to you, Stark."

Tony didn’t even have to do anything; just the sight of something new, something tight, something hungry was enough to stir him back to life. His cock, still slick and lazy, twitched and swelled, pulsing with fresh blood. But he wasn’t at full mast yet, not until she gave him a reason.

And damn, did she.

Yelena crawled onto the bed, her pale thighs sliding over the sheets with effortless grace, her hips swaying slowly as she approached. 

She straddled his lap, her soft warmth pressing against his half-hard length, and with zero hesitation, she lined him up and sank down. A real mad woman.

"Hhhhaa—!" A sharp gasp tore from her lips, her mouth falling open as his fat cockhead pried her apart. Her walls clenched, stretched too quickly, barely adjusted before more of him speared in. 

Her thighs trembled, a shudder wracking through her, but her pride was just as fierce as her need. She scoffed, though her breath was ragged. "That’s it? Hah… She has low standards, I guess."

Tony smirked, unbothered, arms still folded behind his head. But he felt it. The way her snug pussy clung to him, how every pulse of his cock made her walls knead against his cock like she was reconsidering her choices.

And then, she moved.

A slow roll of her hips at first, testing the waters, getting used to the sheer size of his growing cock stretching her out. But as she bounced, her eyes widened. Tony watched it all unfold; the exact second her cocky attitude melted into pure, undeniable need.

Then Tony gently thrust up into her pussy and bottom out. 

"Gaaaah! Fuck… yeah… makes sense!" she moaned, her confidence cracking, her words staggered between the force of her own movements. "Umm… You better… not… too fast."

But Tony had zero plans of taking it slow.

His hands clamped onto her waist, and when she dropped down, he thrust up.

"Nnnngh—aaah~"

Her gasp hitched into a choked whimper, her fingers digging into his chest, her thighs clamping tighter around him. She wasn’t just taking him anymore; he was fucking up into her, pounding into the deepest parts of her pussy, filling her past what she thought she could handle.

Her blonde hair whipped, those tight, perky swells jolting with every brutal stroke. Her pussy clenched harder, trying to control it, but she was soaking, every wet slam of her hips turning into obscene, squelching echoes. Louder than with Natasha. Needier.

She fell forward, crashing into his mouth, kissing him like a starved animal, tongue tangling with his, moaning straight into his throat.

Her cockiness? Gone.

But Tony wasn’t letting her off that easily. He wrapped his arms tight around her waist, locking her in place, and then started fucking up into her; hard, fast, relentless. Lifting her with every thrust, making her cry out, her body jerking, trembling uncontrollably.

Yelena wanted a ride.

But Tony?

He was driving this now.

Clack!

Right then, the bathroom door opened, and Natasha came out, dressed perfectly. She looked at the bed and shrugged. "Tsk… I knew it was you following me." 

"Aaaah… I… Why… fucking… did you not tell me… Fuck! Go away!" Yelena growled before suckling Tony's lips back, loving everything he was doing to her sore pussy, stretched like never in her dry life. 

"I'm going to get something to eat." Natasha waved, grabbed her jacket, the files, and left the room. But a faint smile remained on her lips, as if a plan had gone just as she had expected. 

Back in the room, the end to the moans was reaching. 

“Ooohh~” Yelena came apart with a violent, body-seizing climax, her sharp gasp shattering into broken, breathless moans. Her thighs trembled, her whole body locking up as the orgasm ripped through her.

Then it struck. A squirting release, flooding out of her, coating his cock, his stomach, the bed. A full-body quake, leaving a soaked mess beneath them.

Tony wasn’t far behind. Her pussy gripped him hard, squeezing, kneading, refusing to let go, milking every last inch. He hated to accept, but she was tighter than Natasha.

“Aghhh…” He groaned, his hips jerking, cock twitching deep inside her before he spilled. Thick, heavy, pumping his load straight into her clenching, molten core. Even as he jerked loads of batter into her, his thrusts never slowed; the intense wet clapping only got louder until they weren’t.

“Mmmmm~”

Yelena let out a low, satisfied hum, her mouth lazily trailing over his skin: his face, his neck, his chest. She licked, sucked, kissed; her lips worshiping as if she could taste the heat between them.

And still, she didn’t move.

She stayed stuffed full, keeping him deep inside her, throbbing, drowning in the aftermath of her bliss. Even after they were spent, filthy, and drowning in their own mess, she wasn’t ready to let him go.

Tony let his head sink into the pillows, chest still heaving, body wrecked from the filth they’d just indulged in.

He glanced down, watching the mess between them. His cock still buried in her flooded pussy, a sinful mix of his cream and her nectar dripping down her soft thighs. And yet, no panic. No hesitation. Just a slow, satisfied hum from Yelena as she traced lazy circles on his skin, completely at ease.

A bitter, almost ironic smirk pulled at his lips. The best part about these ‘Widows’? No fear, no risks. He could fill them up, flood them, fuck them raw, and it never mattered. No consequences. Just pent-up heat, release, and another mission waiting in the morning. For both of them.

"As much as I'd love to keep going, I'm not a superhuman, Ms. Belova." 

"Yelena! Just… Yelena."

She finally slid a little to his side, keeping one leg slung over him, still clinging to his warmth. Her breath slowed, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over his skin.

"I—uh… Give me a moment." She sighed, a little embarrassed, eyes fluttering shut.

Tony chuckled and pulled the quilt up. He knew she wasn't going anywhere any time soon. God knows how many years it had been since her last good fuck. 

The signs were there. 

I gotta stop bedding spies. It's gonna go wrong one day. 

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After Psych 16, if there was any doubt about Pepper winning, that wasn't the case anymore. 8th November came and went, and soon the results came out. Most Americans treated it as an extension of Tony's 2nd term. 

Simple to say, she won with almost the same number of Electoral votes as Tony, minus five or six. She won the popular vote, too, and how could she not? Other than being brilliant in mind, she was pretty easy on the eyes, too. 

But Tony didn't want to take away Pepper's spotlight. This was her presidency, not his. So, all the way up until the oath taking in January, Tony didn't come out in the open. Nor in front of the cameras unless it was a White House event. 

"Finally, free from the shackles," Tony muttered while standing beside Pepper on Capitol Hill, moments before her oath taking. 

Just like Tony, Pepper wasn’t going to have a first gentleman. They both waved to the crowd of more than a hundred thousand. Although Pepper wasn't advertised as the first female president or any of those titles. A lot of women still showed up to support. Pepper was, in a sense, the most successful woman in the world. 

All smiles, Pepper couldn't believe how fast things had changed once again. From Tony's PA to Stark Industries CEO and now the President of the United States. 

"Does it feel so… overwhelming… all the time?"

Tony chuckled. "It gets boring real fast, don't worry."

"Come on, it can't be that bad." 

Tony didn't say anything and let her move forward and take the oath. He relaxed in the back and wore his sunglasses, chatting with Jarvis without voicing it. 

“I, Virginia Potts, do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States, and will, to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States.”

Tony clapped his hands and walked closer to give her a hug. "Madam President, don't forget to give a badass speech."

Giddy, Pepper nodded and stood in front of the podium again, staring at the cheering crowd. This was more than what she'd ever experienced. Company events couldn't even come close to this. 

Clearing her throat, she started with a deep voice. "I stand here not because I sought power, but because I believe in responsibility. In action. In showing up—even when it's hard. Especially when it's hard—Trust me, working for Tony can be challenging."

In the back, Tony nodded strongly.

"We live in a world where the line between innovation and instability grows thinner by the day. I’ve seen firsthand what happens when power goes unchecked. I’ve also seen what happens when people rise to meet the moment—with clarity, courage, and heart."

Realizing she was talking about Obadiah in the first part, Tony nodded. Then he noticed her eyes on him for the last part. 

What is this? Praise Tony Stark speech?

But then, he felt her gaze stay unnaturally long on him. Moments passed, and Pepper's eyes turned to horror. Her face paled in an instant.

"Something's on my face?" He asked. 

"SIR!" Jarvis boomed. "Spatial anomaly detected."

Tony summoned his Iron Man armor. "Where?"

"Behind you, Sir!"

Shhhhh…!

A sizzling sound crackled behind Tony. Before his nano-tech armor could fully cover him, he turned around to take a look. There it was, a strange black cloud, moving in itself. It was the size of his height. 

"Tony!" Pepper's cry came. 

Tony raised his blaster arms at the portal. 

Who the hell is it now?

"Gravitational anomaly detected, Sir. It's getting closer—ten meters, five meters, it's here!"

Wooosh!

"Fuck!" Tony leapt sideways. "Tentacles!" 

Dark, spiky, solid tentacles came out of the cloudy portal. Panic spread everywhere, but those tentacles only struck Tony, grabbing his armored leg before he could fly away fully. 

"Jarvis, burn it!" Tony ordered. 

Woooosh!

Jarvis covered the outer layer of Tony's armor in fire. 

"Unknown element detected! The armor integrity is at 50%. Fire is ineffective!" 

"Fuck!" Tony cursed, his last words as he got pulled into the black mist faster than it appeared. 

His senses were instantly engulfed in confusing sensations. The change in gravity was instant, sometimes more than Earth and sometimes less. It felt as if his mind was being twisted in real time. 

Boom!

With a loud snap, he appeared out of the cloudy, dark portal. Somewhere, barren, unknown, somewhere not Earth. 

"Sir, the electromagnetic composition is not Earth," Jarvis warned right away. 

Covered in armor, Tony groaned and got up to his feet. Worried about Pepper and the mess back home, but concerned with his current state, he looked up ahead at the lone figure in the distance. 

A female, sitting on a dark, throne-like chair, her body covered in tar-like armor that hugged her curves, on her head a crown of spikes—dark. 

Then came the feminine, throaty, deep, rumbling laughter. 

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

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QUESTION TO READERS: I'm pretty much done with this fic. I mean, the whole President gig is over. By bringing Psyche 16, he's handed Earth a lifeline that would last thousands of years, enough to turn the entire planet into a big ass Wakanda.

So, a question for you. Do you want me to write a few more chapters and do the whole space arc too? End with Endgame? Or start a new project?

Right now, the next idea for Marvel fic I have is about an OC MC who starts in the Marvel Universe from the Jurassic Era. So we're going to be banging Eternals and ladies like Sif at the start. Then, going through modern times, WW2 and further.

MC will be OP, unapologetically open, and won't be scared of banging ladies of great status—What millions of years on Earth do to a mf.

The name of this fic will be [Marvel: Upgrading Death]

MC's power is that whatever creature kills him, he will inherit his killer's senses, strengths/powers. But the catch is that he HAS to die by his enemy's hand. Like slit throat, heart ripped out, head exploded. If he dies from a heart attack after getting a beating from Thor, he dies for good. But if he dies because of Thor's thunder directly, he gets Thor's power.

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Choice 1: Write a few more chapters of this story.

Choice 2: Write the new story.

Choice 3: Write one final chapter of this President Stark Story. [It'll be a chapter with smaller segments that will be like an epilogue. How Tony defeated Thanos, what happened on Earth when he returned. Such things. And maybe one last seggs scene.]