{Chapter: 173 - Afterglow and Aether Nad Entering the Next World}
More than eight hours had passed since Natasha Romanoff telekinesis power that would change her life.
Now, the quiet hum of the hotel's air conditioner was drowned out by the heavy breathing that filled the room. The lights were dimmed, casting a soft, golden hue over the entangled figures on the bed.
Natasha leaned against Aiden's bare chest, her breath still coming in shallow waves. Her damp scarlet hair clung to her skin in dark, seductive strands, trailing over the curve of her spine and dripping onto his body. Beads of water glistened on their skin, remnants of the wild shower they had just shared. The air smelled of steam, perfume, and something far more primal—love made with reckless abandon.
Her body was trembling slightly, still responding to the aftermath of pleasure. Yet her lips were curled in a smug, satisfied smile—the kind of grin only a woman like her could wear after driving a man to his limits. Her legs were shaking tangled with his, her fingers lightly tracing circles across his abdomen.
"You alive, my super black widow?" he asked with a husky chuckle, tilting his head up, his voice lazy but teasing.
Nat opened one eye, her breathing steady but slower. "Barely," she murmured, placing an arm behind his head while the other rested on his thigh. "You trying to kill me?"
"If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't still be breathing," He whispered playfully, brushing his lips across her jawline. "But I have... other plans for you."
She laughed under her breath, amused and aroused all at once. "And here I thought I was the one seducing you."
"You were," Aiden smirked. "Until I took the wheel."
She raised an eyebrow. "You always have to be in control, don't you?"
She rolled on top of him, straddling her waist with feline grace, her hands pressed to his chest. Looking at her breasts bouncing, Aiden continued. "I like control," He whispered near her ear, "but with you… I don't mind letting go."
For a brief moment, their gazes locked—his steady and warm, hers glittering with something deeper than lust. Trust. Longing. A whisper of vulnerability.
"Nat," he said softly, tucking a lock of damp hair behind her ear, "you know, this whole telekinesis thing doesn't give you permission to cheat in bed."
She snickered, then suddenly the blanket covering his hips lifted with a slow ripple—guided clearly by invisible force. It hovered, twisted in mid-air, and then floated gently to the floor.
Aiden raised his eyebrows, unimpressed but clearly amused. "Really?"
"What?" she said innocently, her lips curving upward. "You said the power was mine now. I'm just testing the limits."
"You're misusing government property," he deadpanned.
"I'm not government anymore," she whispered seductively, crawling up a little so her lips hovered just above his. "I belong to you now."
That got to him. Aiden swallowed, throat tightening at her words and the way her voice dipped—sultry, full of promise.
"That's dangerous talk, Romanoff."
Natasha grinned, her hands roaming his chest. "I like danger."
She leaned in and kissed him slowly, deeply. The kind of kiss that didn't rush or ask—it took. Her body molded against his, and the heat between them surged once again.
Then, breaking the kiss, she pulled back with a mischievous look in her eyes.
"You know," she whispered, fingers slowly gliding down his torso, "this power... it's not just good for lifting blankets."
"Oh really?" Aiden said with a dry chuckle. "What else are you planning to lift?"
"Maybe you. Maybe my standards. Maybe your soul." She giggled, then whispered, "Or maybe just the mood."
He stared at her for a moment, genuinely speechless. Natasha—former assassin, spy, and world-class flirt—was now also a woman discovering what it meant to let someone in. And in those moments, when she teased and kissed and laughed like this, she wasn't the Black Widow. She was just… Natasha. A woman falling for someone.
"And here I thought you wanted to talk about your power," Aiden teased, running a finger down her spine. "How's it feel?"
She sat up a bit, stretching her arms dramatically, then waved her hand. A nearby pillow floated a foot into the air, wobbled, then crashed into Aiden's face.
"Still learning," she giggled.
He pushed it away, laughing. "Your aim needs work."
"Not everything I aim for misses," she said, eyes drifting down meaningfully.
"Touché."
Then her expression softened, and she laid her head back on his chest. "But seriously, it's… amazing. Like my mind just… stretches. Like I can feel everything, touch everything. Like… my world just expanded. It's like tasting freedom for the first time."
Aiden stroked her back gently. "You deserve that. Freedom. Control. Power."
She smiled, touched by his sincerity. "No one's ever given me anything like this."
He kissed her forehead. "You've earned it."
There was silence for a few moments, the comforting kind.
Then, playfully, Natasha whispered, "Still… about earlier. You didn't answer my question."
"What question?"
"Are you satisfied?"
He looked at her, feigning seriousness. "Hmm. You know, I'm not sure."
Natasha grinned wickedly. "Then I guess I'll have to fix that."
She rose again, hair falling around her face like a curtain, and straddled him with graceful ease.
He suddenly felt something on dick which made him a little stunned.
"Please…Telekinesis are not used for this, not to mention…I don't feel anything" Aiden sighed and complained. He didn't think she'd be so bad and use her powers to do it in her stead.
Natasha chuckled and licked her red lips. "Then what do you want me to do?"
"I think you know," Aiden said and stared at her lips.
"And this time," she whispered in a low, velvet tone, "I won't use any powers. Promise."
Aiden reached up, his hands gripping her hips. "Good. Because I like it when you're all in."
Natasha didn't speak and leaned over. She grabbed his somewhat limp rod and put it in her mouth.
Slurp~*Slurp*
"Your mouth feels good." Aiden said with a smile. Hearing his compliments Natasha began to move her head faster.
After a while Natasha looked his cock out then licked her lips before asking "Isn't your dick a little smaller compared to before?"
"Mm? Well the full size is used for your bottom lip not your upper" Aiden shrugged and said.
Natasha giggled and said "Right, if it was full size my it would never fit in my mouth without breaking something"
After speaking she went back to enjoying his taste and after a while she was being fucked senseless again.
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Evening sunlight bled through the skyline, casting amber and rose over the tall glass windows of the hotel suite. It had been an entire day—one filled with passion, tangled limbs, heated kisses, and indulgent silence. Natasha Romanoff had never lost control like that before, not even in her wildest missions, but Aiden had a way of tearing down her walls, not with brute force—but with patience, subtlety, and that smirk that made her forget who she used to be.
The moment she stepped out of the elevator, the hotel's cool corridor air brushed against her flushed skin. She walked with a measured, practiced grace despite the dull ache in her thighs and the lingering tingling between her legs. the numb feeling in her middle region.
Her red hair was tied back, but strands had escaped, dancing around her face as she moved.
Still, the confident sway in her hips remained.
Every step reminded her of the previous hours. His voice. His touch. The way he looked at her like she wasn't a broken weapon but a woman he admired.
She grinned to herself. "I might actually like him too much," she murmured.
But she didn't linger. There was more to her than just chemistry and stolen moments. Power now coursed through her veins—telekinetic potential she barely understood. And she was going to master it.
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Outside, in a secluded warehouse-turned training area, Natasha flexed her fingers and focused. Rusty crates began to levitate, then orbit her in slow, controlled spirals. Sweat formed on her brow, not from physical exertion—but mental strain. This wasn't like throwing a punch or snapping a neck. This was bending reality with willpower.
Every time she flung an object, her mind whispered, protect Aiden.
Every time she brought it back, her heart murmured, fight beside him.
She was no longer just the Black Widow.
She was becoming something new.
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Back at the hotel, Aiden stood in the center of the suite, shirtless and silent, staring out the window at the sun dipping below the skyline. The room smelled of her perfume, and the faint indentation of Natasha's body was still etched into the sheets. But he wasn't indulging in sentimentality.
He was preparing.
The next plane awaited.
"I told Daisy I'd stay a month," he muttered to himself, brushing a hand through his dark hair. "But I keep disappearing…"
There was guilt—small, persistent. He knew she'd be disappointed. She was the kind of woman who remembered promises down to the last word. And right now, he was breaking one.
But some things couldn't be helped.
This wasn't about desire. This was about survival. Progress. Power.
Because in a world filled with gods, mutants, aliens, and monsters, strength wasn't a luxury—it was a requirement.
He opened the system menu in his mind, eyes flickering as data scrolled past like a heads-up display in a video game.
"System," he commanded. "Erase the Green Lantern Plane. I've seen all I needed there. Open a new one... Heroes."
A chime echoed in his mind, like a lock disengaging.
[Command accepted. Initializing Plane Transfer: HEROES…]
He exhaled. "Let's see what this world has to offer."