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Thaddeus and Natasha talk about the Gala.
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“You want to co with you to a Hellfire Gala?”
Natasha’s disbelief is palpable as the gorgeous red head bounces up and down on his dick. Sotis Thaddeus wished he could have a conversation with the beautiful fem fatale without it devolving into sex, but at this point this was just their relationship. Natasha Romanoff had effectively switched to his side and she’d done so specifically for more power.
She’d turned on her masters in SHIELD, agreeing to help him stonewall the spy organization so long as he wasn’t asking her to do anything that was akin to committing suicide. In exchange, Thaddeus’ end of the bargain involved fucking the red head whenever they got the chance, in order to increase her abilities and make her stronger, faster, and more powerful than either the Red Room or SHIELD could ever hope to do for her.
As such, just having a normal, platonic conversation was out of the question, especially with how busy Thaddeus was most days. So in the end, this talk had to happen at the sa ti that they were fucking.
… Not that he could ever really get bored of Natasha’s body anyways. She might not be the most powerful woman he’s fucked, but she has one of the most perfect bodies, hands down. And considering the variety of beauties in his life, that in and of itself was saying sothing wasn’t it?
Full breasts but not too large. Wide hips but not too wide. Thick, powerful thighs and a perfectly heart-shaped ass. And beneath it all was the flexibility that allowed her to go from standing to wrapping her legs around an enemy and snapping their neck in under a second. She truly put both fem and fatale in the moniker ‘fem fatale’. In fact, if one were to find that phrase in the dictionary, Natasha Romanoff’s face would have to be next to it.
That all said… Thaddeus sighs and shakes his head at her question.
“I was hoping to get your opinion on the idea first, actually. See what you think of it. But… yes. You’re at the top of my very short list of candidates.”
Natasha hums, slowing her bouncing for a mont. Sinking all the way to the base of his cock, she gyrates her hips instead as she mulls it over. Truth be told, Thaddeus didn’t know for sure that Natasha was his best bet for a Plus One. He’d talked it over with Emma and Cessily, as well as debriefing with Emma on everything that had happened in the brief ti span since she’d sent him off to fuck Domino.
He'd been quick to discard the option of going solo. Maybe if his position in the Hellfire Club was more secured he would have had the confidence to do so, but going in alone when he was literally nobody felt like a losing gambit. Either he would fade into the background completely and attract zero attention, or he would attract all sorts of the wrong attention and it would result in disaster.
After that, he’d thought about Laura. He knew he could count on Laura for an awful lot. He knew, or at least he believed she was more loyal to him than the X-n at this point. And he could even picture her in a dress, hanging off his arm and looking as beautiful as she did lethal.
… However, the longer he held that ntal image in his head, the more it morphed into sothing else. Sothing bloody. Laura in a dress but covered in the blood of her enemies. Could he really count on her to keep her cool in a room full of potential enemies? More than that, what if she was recognized and they were confronted?
That fear of recognition had been what made Thaddeus consider Mystique next. She was the perfect infiltrator, after all. She could be literally anyone he wanted, in the end. Really, if one took Mystique for just her mutation, she was the correct choice every ti.
Unfortunately, her loyalty was distinctly in question. Where Thaddeus was pretty sure soone like Laura would side with him over the X-n by now, he was equally sure that soone like Mystique would side with the Brotherhood over him. And why wouldn’t she? She practically WAS the Brotherhood at this point.
Bringing a leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants to a Hellfire Gala might not be an imdiate disaster of an idea, but the only lever of control that Thaddeus had for Mystique was her adoptive daughter and he was loathe to abuse that. Mostly because he actually liked Rogue and would never hurt her, making it a pretty terrible lever.
That just left Natasha. Natasha, who had already agreed to serve him for power. Natasha, who was an excellent infiltrator and a gorgeous woman in her own rights. Natasha, who could be counted on to maintain her cover and her decorum, no matter what happened.
“… You’re hoping to make them underestimate you by taking your College RA to this event then?”
Thaddeus smiles at that, inclining his head slightly.
“That’s only part of it.”
Narrowing her eyes, Natasha considers those words for a mont.
“You think so of them will recognize for what I truly am. You’re intending to have the uninford and lacking among them underestimate you, while the more inford and knowledgeable will respect you.”
Layers upon layers. Thaddeus and Emma had discussed this. Going in thinking that Natasha’s identity was completely unknown would be foolish in the extre. But there was no problem if they recognized her as a Black Widow from the Red Room. The only real threat was…
“Would it work, do you think?”
Credit where credit is due, Natasha imdiately understands what he’s asking. She hesitates briefly, before slowly nodding.
“My position with SHIELD is still relatively new, so it might work yes. The Red Room will never announce my defection. Their Black Widows aren’t supposed to be capable of betraying them, so situations like mine are quietly swept under the rug. Even if they send a representative to this Gala who clocks , they won’t make a scene… they’ll simply note my presence and prepare a kill squad to quietly deal with later.”
That causes Thaddeus to blink. That sounded bad… very bad. He imagines a whole group of Black Widows like Natasha attacking the dorm just to get to her and doesn’t like the ntal image one bit. Not that it would go well for them considering the sheer amount of powerhouses contained in this one building, but there were also plenty of unpowered civilian won here as well that might wind up as collateral.
Natasha though, seems unconcerned about this possibility as she shrugs, making her perfectly perky breasts bounce with the motion.
“As far as the rest of the world is concerned, I’m still a Black Widow, not a SHIELD Agent. Most of my missions with SHIELD have been supervised and under the radar so far. You’re actually my first solo mission.”
Huh. That was news to him.
“So… if you’re asking whether we could pull off a multi-layered sche, the answer is probably yes. Those who don’t know will assu I’m just your beautiful RA. Those who think they know will assu I’ve either been sent by the Red Room to subvert you or subverted by you. And those who actually know should keep their mouths shut even if it will cause problems down the road.”
That last part was still concerning, but it was good to know that he’d been right in his thinking otherwise. Of course, Natasha isn’t done yet.
“You know I’ll have to report to SHIELD about the event if you take though, Thaddeus. Actually, I’ll have to report to them either way really…”
Frowning, Thaddeus pauses at that.
“Explain.”
Sighing, Natasha runs a hand through her lush red locks as she undulates upon his mber for a mont.
“I’ve falsified details of my reports for you, just as we discussed. I’ve been stonewalling SHIELD as best as I can for weeks now. I’ve held up my part of the bargain. But… you have to know it can’t last forever. Director Fury simply isn’t the type to be led around by the nose for long. He’ll sniff that sothing is up if things continue on the way they have for much longer.”
When Thaddeus’ frown only grows, Natasha raises an eyebrow at him.
“I told you before, Thaddeus. I wasn’t sent for you. I was sent to investigate the Hellfire Club through you. I’m confident that I’m the only SHIELD asset that’s been assigned to you specifically, but I highly doubt I’m the only SHIELD asset that’s been assigned to investigate the Hellfire Club in general.”
Shaking her head, she sighs as she begins sliding up and down his cock again, though still moving slowly.
“There’s probably a greater chance of another SHIELD Agent showing up at this party than there is of a Red Room Representative, truth be told. And that ans either way I have to give the Director sothing, or we can kiss my ass goodbye.”
Well damn. He hadn’t known that her situation was that precarious. Seeing the understanding in his eyes now, Natasha nods, her lips pursed.
“If you don’t take with you, I’m likely to be pulled from this mission and reassigned anyways, so long as I actually report my failure. If I don’t report my failure and SHIELD finds out, then they’ll realize I’m not just incompetent but treacherous, and they’ll move to remove from the board completely.”
Rolling her hips, Natasha rolls her eyes as well.
“On the flip side, if you do take with you and I don’t report sothing of note, then they will also know I’m not on their side anymore… and act accordingly.”
Suddenly, Natasha looks distinctly vulnerable as she gazes down at him. Her eyes filled with worry; her lips pulled down into a concerned frown.
“If… if you want to turn on SHIELD officially, I can do so. But you and Emma Frost need to be ready to help hide. Only then will I be able to continue serving you.”
Her pussy walls flex and clench around his cock at that last bit, clearly intentional. Thaddeus, anwhile, finds himself montarily lost in thought. Damned if he does, damned if he doesn’t. That’s what it sounds like Natasha is telling him. And yet…
“That’s fine. I’ll bring you along and you’ll report to SHIELD afterwards.”
It’s miniscule, but the gorgeous fem fatale impaled upon his cock jolts in surprise at those words. He can tell she’s caught off guard by his casual acceptance. And he can also tell that she notices him noticing her surprise. Narrowing her eyes, Natasha’s frown grows a bit.
“… You’re alright with SHIELD learning about whatever happens at this Gala, Thaddeus?”
Shrugging, Thaddeus grins up at the beautiful red head, before suddenly flipping them both over. The forr Black Widow exhales sharply as the air is briefly knocked out of her lungs, while Thaddeus looms over her, his cock still inside of her clenching, sopping wet cunt.
“Sure. From what Emma’s told , it’s just a party anyways. It’s not even my party, even though it’s my introduction to Hellfire. Apparently, they hold these events all the ti. I’m not really expecting anything too major to happen at the Gala, so doesn’t that make it kind of perfect for shoring up your credibility with SHIELD? You’ll attend on my arm, you’ll see what there is to see, and you’ll report back to your superiors. It’s a win-win.”
Natasha groans under him, and not just because of how good his cock feels inside of her from the look of things. Though it’s also at least partially that.
“Nngh… and w-what if sothing d-does happen? I’ll have to r-report that too, you know…”
Thaddeus just shrugs again, even as he plows the beautiful red head silly. Fuck he loves fucking Natasha. She’s just so perfectly suited for it, almost like she was designed to give n pleasure. To be fair, from what he knows she kind of was. She was just also designed for killing. And in many cases, she was designed for giving pleasure and then killing.
The thought sends a shiver down Thaddeus’ spine, but he’s not too worried at this point. He’s a fair bit tougher than the usual sort that soone like Natasha would be sent to kill.
“Then you’ll report it. It’s not like I or Emma have any intentions of committing any cris at the Gala. If you do see sothing you have to report to SHIELD, do it and let them take care of it. The only mbers of Hellfire that Emma and I hold loyalty towards are each other. Everyone else is fair ga.”
Natasha still looks a little hesitant and unconvinced, but the more he fucks her, the more she seems to co around to it, until she’s wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly and moaning as she nods her acquiescence.
“A-Alright then… if that’s what you want to do, I’m in.”
Thaddeus grins. While there might co a ti when having Natasha betray SHIELD for real and then helping her to hide would be the only solution… that ti had yet to co. For now, at least, Natasha was way more valuable as a SHIELD Agent then she was as an Ex-SHIELD Agent. And if that ant burning so unimportant part of the Hellfire Club in the process by siccing SHIELD on them, so be it.
Burying his face in the crook of Natasha’s neck, he enjoys her lodic moans as she cums again and again on his pistoning prick. Then, finally, he thrusts into her drooling pussy one last ti before unloading inside of her. He can feel his red headed pet spy shudder under him in orgasmic pleasure as the pulse of power goes through them.
He knew Natasha was more like a feral animal than a housecat. She wasn’t truly loyal to him; she was loyal to the power he gave her. But that was alright, because Thaddeus was an endless font of that power. So long as Natasha stuck with him, she wouldn’t need to worry about power ever again.
Pulling out of her, Thaddeus leaves the fem fatale to recover on the bed, even as he starts pulling clothes on. He still has a schedule to adhere to after all, on top of preparing for the fast-approaching Gala. Who knew what was coming next around the corner? But one thing was for sure… he would be there to et it, shoulders squared and stance set.
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A/N: Can you spot the attempt at manipulation from Natasha in this chapter? It didn't quite work out, though not because Thaddeus caught it :P
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The Vote:
[ ] Stick with Thaddeus' POV for the Gala - 23%
[ ] Switch to Emma's POV for the Gala - 23%
[X] Switch to Natasha's POV for the Gala - 55%
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