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Tony was already buried deep inside her, fucking her hard in from above, his sweat-slicked body crashing down against hers in powerful, grinding thrusts. Her mouth was fused to his, lips swollen and parted as their tongues tangled messily, hungrily.
Hela was already naked beneath him, save for that long, regal cape spilling beneath her like a silken shrine. She sprawled herself across it like an offering, dark hair wild around her flushed face, and legs curled up high around his waist.
Every time his cock drove into her, she moaned. Those low, sultry gasps that cracked into something lewder, louder, each time her slick cunt clamped around him. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, fingers curling into his hair, and her long, lithe legs locked behind his hips, forcing him deeper, harder, grinding his cock into her greedy, goddess cunt.
She had already climaxed twice; he could feel it in the way her walls hugged him with each stroke, still fluttering from the aftershock of divine release, already soaked in her nectar, now welcoming him back for more.
Tony's hands were full, cupping her round, perfect breasts in both palms, his thumbs circling over the flushed peaks while his fingers sank into the soft pale skin with eager greed. He groaned into her mouth, squeezing and kneading them like a man obsessed, marveling at the plush give of her flesh under his rough grip.
"Ugh… I'm…" he gasped against her lips, voice hoarse, his thrusts turning erratic. He was close, far too close. But he didn't care. He'd never pulled out of Hela before, never once considered it. The idea of wasting even a drop of what he could pump into that heavenly cunt made his balls tighten.
With a deep, guttural cry, Tony slammed himself in to the hilt and spilled inside the goddess. Thick, hot, and with shuddering satisfaction. His cock throbbed violently as his seed flooded her, ropes of creamy, virile release painting her inner walls, mixing with the juices already drenching her womb, turning her goddess cunt into a sticky, messy haven of pleasure.
Still, he kept moving, his thrusts slowing but relentless, as if his cock couldn't bear to leave her just yet. Even as his climax eased, even as his shaft softened inside her warm, gripping folds, he kept pushing in slow, wet strokes. His lips were sore from kissing her, but he didn't stop until his body finally gave in.
At last, he slid sideways off her, chest rising and falling as he let himself breathe again, cock wet and limp, still twitching against his thighs.
Hela turned towards him and rested her hand on the Arc Reactor in his chest. It was a point of her fascination for years now. But again, she liked the man wearing it as well. Enough to do all those shameful things in bed that no other mortal or immortal could dream of.
"You are free to go home. But you mustn't forget to visit Hala once a week. I am the Empress, not a mere administrator to oversee small matters."
Haha! She's still as haughty as ever. Tony chuckled, knowing she was indirectly telling him to not forget her.
"As you command, my goth goddess."
She scoffed but did nothing about it. She didn't need to sleep, but she still did. It was a mortal habit she'd come to accept.
At least on certain special nights.
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Hector Morgan was a depressed man. Once upon a time he used to go to political rallies. He used to cheer for Tony Stark, the most badass President to ever live. He used to shout in rallies until he just couldn't.
But ever since that day, he felt as if the joy in his life was stolen away. He wasn't struggling anymore, not in the slightest. He considered himself wealthy even. Living in a beautiful gated community with its own lake. He once graduated from Tony's EMMA university and got a job. Now, he worked as a contract worker at Stark Industries' Moon Base. A ten-month-long contracted trip earned him more money than he ever earned in his life before.
His wife was happy with her new car and house. His children were happy with their new phones and computers. Heck, he even bought the new Stark Truck. But none of it excited him. When Tony Stark got abducted by that space portal, it felt as if all joy vanished from politics.
Sure, he supported Virginia Potts and voted for her. Heck, he voted for her again last year and played his part to secure her a second term. She was doing fantastic, the economy was booming, and the United States alone had an estimated GDP of fifty-eight trillion dollars. The average American had never been richer than now in the entire nation's history.
But still, Tony Stark was missed. After all, all that they had now was because of Tony Stark's five-year Presidential gig. Without him, their nation was doomed for a slow fall. One couldn't help but wonder—What if Tony Stark was there? Would America have reached a hundred trillion?
In the end. It wasn't about money anymore. Howard and millions, or perhaps billions, like him across the world just loved the crazy, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist President. The constant updates about daily events, the insane level of efficiency, the policy-making.
"Come on, Howard. It's been five years! He's probably dead in cold space or something."
"How dare you!" Howard glared at his wife. He didn't believe in divorcing for political opinions but he considered it now. "I'll wait till the day I die. Do you even know how many people miss him? My discord server is the biggest in the world—Three billion people in it, Jenny! Three fucking billion people are waiting for Mr. Stark."
"Ugh… You men."
"Half of the members are women." Howard scoffed and focused on the TV, watching a news channel where the members were discussing the upcoming World Administration Council elections. It was basically the election for the World Government's President.
Led by the US under Virginia Potts, the planet had been divided into five major regions. North America that contained the US, Canada, and Mexico. South America also contained Australia and New Zealand to ensure the anglosphere countries don't build a single biggest voting block. Then there was Europe with all the UK and Russia. Then there was Africa, and finally, all of Asia.
Representing North America, a woman named Emma Frost was the popular choice for election. All the people of Earth were going to vote for their favorite choice.
Howard wasn't very interested in it but he'd decided to vote for Emma. The woman was a friend of Tony Stark, after all.
Shhhh~
"What the!"
All of a sudden, the imagery on the TV screen changed. The White House logo appeared on a blue screen. Following that, the recognizable voice of President Potts came, but the visuals didn't change.
"This is an emergency briefing from the White House. It's not an ominous one, I assure you, but a rather auspicious one. The following scenes will not be from the White House but from somewhere in the Grand Canyon—Mr. Stark will now address the planet."
"..."
"D-Did she just… Mr. Stark? Wh-What?!" Howard jumped off his seat and crawled to the screen.
Snap!
The blue screen changed and turned completely dark. Then, a face emerged in the middle of that darkness. A face that seemed to be hovering in a void. But then, a lot of purple holographic instrument clusters appeared in front of the face.
"Hello, Earth. Did you miss me?"
"IT'S TONY STARK!" Howard boomed. It was Tony Stark inside his Iron Man suit. "He's fucking back! Jenny! He's back! I told you he'd be back!"
Beep! Beep! Beep!
His phone started to get blasted with notifications from his three billion-strong discord server. But he didn't open it, staying stuck to the TV screen.
"I know, I pulled a Houdini. Long story short? I was abducted by an all-powerful Asgardian goddess called Hela, the Goddess of Death. No biggie, we're pals now. I wanted to return home, but I couldn't—I found the evil space warlord called Thanos, who sent the New York invasion back then. I found him and defeated him, and then I established myself in the space community so when I return home I don't come empty-handed."
Snap!
And just then, the screen changed. Now Iron Man appeared in full view, hovering above the Grand Canyon, both his metal arms spread wide. The Iron Man suit looked different and even had a red cape now.
"I, Tony Stark, have returned—With gifts!"
Woooosh!
Music started blasting, Tony Stark's iconic AC/DC song. And also…
Almost magically, giant, hundreds of burning red portals appeared behind Tony in the sky. And what came out of those portals was…
THUD!
Howard frowned at the sound and looked back. It was his wife, Jenny, who had fallen off the couch, her jaw left agape.