Tony didn't expect something like that.

  In all the possibilities, he expected Kim Jong-Un to sh out and scream like a toddler. But here he was, seeing the fat dictator profess his devotion. Perhaps his miscalcutions were due to a ck of information about Kim and North Korea itself.

  "Big, big fan! I love you, Stark! Iron Man best!"

  Tony sighed, keeping his eyes away from anything below Kim's head. "Get dressed first."

  "Yes, yes!"

  Kim Jong-Un quickly grabbed his clothes and clumsily wore them. Then he sat down at his bed's edge, both hands clenched together in excitement.

  What to do now? Tony thought internally. He originally came to bckmail and threaten Kim into becoming his pawn. That seemed like the best way to deal with him and his nuclear dreams. Let's have Jarvis run a lie detector test.

  "What do you mean by being my fan? You know me?" Tony asked.

  "Everyone knows Iron Man! You are my role model. Alone, you defeated aliens, and became President! I admire Iron Man," Kim babbled non-stop, rambling praises and desires. "I tried to make Iron Man too, but I failed."

  Ah, that video I showed in the Senate Hearing… I get it now.

  "Become my teacher, Iron Man! I want to learn from you! I'll be your student!"

  What a weird day. Tony awkwardly looked at the man. Why would I take a mass-murdering maniac under my wing?

  But then, Tony stopped thinking like Iron Man and instead thought like the President of the United States. Having Kim Jong-Un as his fangirl was a positive thing, wasn't it? That meant he could influence the fat toad with ease and juice out whatever benefits he wanted.

  "Are you sure? This won't be a walk in the park. You'll need to follow my every order—being Iron Man's student means being the best at everything. As a man, a lover, a scientist... oh, and President too. You'll study, work out, and run your nation just like I run mine—wealth, power, and a bit of charm. Ready to take on the challenge?"

  "Yes! I dreamt about this!"

  "He isn't lying, Sir," Jarvis informed him from inside the helmet.

  Tony was now more interested in how far he could drag Kim. Of course, he still didn't care about the man himself, his crimes were already on a mass murderer level. The best thing he could do was use Kim to solve the North Korea issue and then put him on trial.

  "What's your poison? Glory, fame, a standing ovation from the crowd? Or are you more of a 'kick back and rex' kind of person?"

  "I… I don't know what that means, Iron Man. I want to be like you. Famous, loved, powerful, and awesome!" Kim replied like a happy, excited kid.

  Tony sighed inside his helmet and spoke with Jarvis. "What do you think is his IQ? How far can I push?"

  "Not particurly bright, Sir. A study by MIT suggests that those engrossed in celebrity worship tend to have lower IQs. This individual, however, takes it further—detached from reality, narcissistic, and entirely self-serving. His good deeds hinge solely on the promise of appuse. The optimal approach? Sustain his illusion of grandeur. With a few bot accounts offering praise on the internet, he'll follow orders unquestioningly."

  Tony agreed with that evaluation and looked at Kim. "Alright, first things first—let's sp an official title on this. We can't exactly team up if our nations are pying Cold War 2.0. You'll announce that the U.S. President is set to visit North Korea. Make it sound historic. Bonus points if you get my good side in the press photos."

  "No, Iron Man. I can't do that. China will kill me. They have many friends on my staff, many generals are friends with China. I'm not big enough," Kim revealed, nervously and hopefully looking at Tony. "I don't have complete control yet."

  Ah, I forgot North Korea is closer to a feudal nation than a dictatorship. Tony sighed, finding yet another headache that he'd rather not deal with.

  "Do you know their names?"

  "I know the big ones."

  "Alright, I'll handle them. But if you're aiming for sidekick status, here's a tip: roll out the red carpet and charm Uncle Sam. Then you can feed your people, flood the airwaves with American blockbusters, and drop some tunes. Trust me, Kim, they'll love you for it—like Oscars-level love."

  "Oscar? Me?"

  Wait, did he think I'd give him an Oscar?

  "Sure."

  "I'll do it! I have all their names! Wait, please."

  Tony watched awkwardly as Kim ran to grab some papers and a pen. Meanwhile, the girl Kim had fetched for the night sat at the side, embarrassingly dressed up in her wrinkled clothes. She definitely knew English as she reacted to certain words.

  "Here! They are the ones I know. I think there are many more." Kim gave the paper with a list of names.

  Tony casually gnced at the paper before burning it in his palm. "Alright, Kim, I'll wait for the big announcement. No pressure, but your audition for sidekick status is riding on this. Don't make me regret it."

  Finally, Tony started walking towards the door to leave.

  "See you soon, Kim."

  Cck!

  He walked out into the lobby and vanished using the stealth mode. The new suit was no joke, the peak innovation that took him years, and with Reed's help, he finally had it—Nanotech.

  Woosh!

  Once he was out of the building, he flew straight up and headed southward toward Seoul.

  "Jarvis, are they working?"

  "All nanobots in Kim Jong-Un's bloodstream are activated and synchronized. Data transmission will commence by morning."

  "Alright, spread the rest of the nanobots across the top tier of North Korea. Doesn't matter how deep we have to go, just make sure we're ready for whatever they try to throw at us. It's better to be over-prepared than... well, dead."

  "Understood, Sir."

  ####

  Three days ter, North Korea dropped a bombshell. Well, a verbal one.

  President Stark was going to visit Pyongyang and meet with the North Korean leader, Kim Jong-Un. The North Korean side showed excitement, as well as hope to solve the issues that hindered a greater colboration between the two nations.

  That was the official statement. But Tony knew the truth, as did the core members of his staff.

  "Don't worry about it. Think of it as an adventure." Tony briefed his staff before he entered Air Force One. There were a few nervous faces, but for the most part, having Iron Man as the President helped a lot to calm one's nerves.

  A few hours ter, Tony arrived in North Korea, this time without his Iron Man suit. Well, he still had it on his body, just in a more condensed form as it was based on Nanobots. With a wristband on both hands, as well as ankle bands under his clothes, he had enough nanobots to send him to the Moon.

  Kim Jong-Un came over to receive him at the airport. The two smiled at the camera as if meeting for the first time.

  The nanobots inside Kim's bloodstream told Tony that the man was extremely excited and was barely holding himself from screaming like a fangirl and hugging him. Last time he had only seen Iron Man, after all, not Tony Stark inside that suit.

  Following his arrival at the airport, Tony went to the prepared meeting area at the Kumsusan Pace of the Sun, a massive building. The brutalist architecture of the city was a sight to see, a remnant of the Soviet Era, yet still thriving in this part of the world.

  Photos were spread across the internet and on news channels across the globe. Videos were telecasted at the same time. Most of the things were like any official meeting. Just some diplomatic talks and deals signed.

  But the real surprise came when Tony and Kim held a joint meeting. In that meeting, Kim signed a deal to stop the nuclear weapons program and adopt the Stark Arc Reactors for the national electric grid. It was a major development because Arc Reactors couldn't be used to make weapons-grade nuclear material.

  In response to that, Tony announced America's pn to provide North Korea aid for building needed infrastructure such as roads, hospitals, schools, and rail lines. On top of that, a student exchange program would start in a year for more cultural exchange.

  For North Korea, in that case, Kim and the common people, it was a boon. For Tony, it was a necessity to move fast as he only had four years to get things right.

  On official notes, nothing else happened. Tony invited Kim to visit America on a state visit. But behind the scenes, Tony and Kim had a nice dinner together. With the help of Jarvis, Tony created an eborate psych evaluation of Kim. Later, that evaluation would be uploaded onto a localized, mini AI, that'd help Tony by running through various scenarios.

  "Rex, no need to sweat over China or Russia. Just stick to the pn—smile, wave, and follow the leader. No need to py the vilin; let the w do the heavy lifting. Or at least pretend the justice system exists, right? Remember, your name is tied to your country. The more the world loves you, the more they'll care about North Korea." Tony advised him while eating cheeseburgers that both of them enjoyed. "And lose some weight, buddy. Don't you see those K-pop boys with fangirls? Strive to become that."

  "But I love eating."

  "Me too, but you know what I love more? Not being fat. I'm not just rich, I'm also pretty damn handsome—helps when you're trying to impress a dy over dinner." Tony advised him on how to become a pyboy. "Here's the thing, buddy—abs are directly proportional to babes. The first one gets you the second… when you've got the bank account to back it up, of course."

  Kim put down the burger and nodded strongly. "I will… I will get abs! I have the money and the power. I just need abs."

  Sure buddy.

  "That's right."

  Sometimes, the best geopolitical move was just to gaslight the other guy.

  The next day, Tony got back on Air Force One and headed back home. However, his second visit to North Korea saw the deployment of trillions of tiny nanobots, spread throughout Pyongyang from the most secured facilities to the deepest ones.

  He already knew every single nuclear facility that Kim had and also knew how to disable each warhead. Now, it was only a matter of time before some General or diplomat met a Chinese or Russian diplomat, transferring those Nanobots.

  Was it spying? It was.

  But it was also his job as the President. Europe, most of Africa, the Middle East, and most of Asia were already on board with his pn to create a space defense program. Russia and China were the toughest nuts to crack.

  To get to them, he was willing to do anything.

  "Congratutions, Sir. You have now become a true politician."

  "Thanks, Jarvis. But… are you messing with me?"

  "I would never, Sir."

  Tony chuckled and rexed back on the big seat. "Start drafting the offer. If Iran—or any other nation—says no to my shiny, world-saving, forever green energy Arc Reactors for their power grid; well, let's just say they're probably shopping for something a little more… explosive."

  "Sir, that might raise conflict of interest allegations. Endorsing Stark Industries' tec—"

  "Who's even in the running to build what I've got? Hammer? Yeah, well, st I checked, orange jumpsuits aren't exactly b gear. Reed? Sure, if he wasn't so busy packing for his next space vacation. Pym? Please. That guy's too busy being bitter to give it a shot." Tony waved off the warning like a fly. "Proceed. Let legal handle the whining."

  "Very well, Sir."

  ####

  Stark Mansion, or White House, home was home. Tony felt rexed even in the fat chair in the Oval Office. Even though there were files on his table, he didn't feel tired of them. But at the same time, he was starting to feel a little bored by the President business.

  He wanted to return to the superhero business. Flying around the country in his suit and saving folks. Wasn't that also his job?

  Trrrr~

  "What?" Tony picked up the phone.

  "Boss, Director Romanoff is here."

  He sighed in defeat. Hero business for ter, I guess.

  "Send her in."

  Tony rexed back and watched his favorite spy roll in in her tight professional suit, pants instead of a skirt this time. But the suit jacket, tight around her waist, was a thing to admire. Her hair was still long, however, and they were done in curls.

  "Either you uncovered something really juicy at the CIA, or you just missed me. Tough choice, huh?"

  "That's why it's not the skirt, Mr. Stark," Natasha responded and took a seat in front of Tony's desk.

  "So that's why, nice and subtle." He took the file she had brought and gave it a look. "What's troubling my super spy?"

  "It's a lot, Tony. First, I dug into Aldrich Killian as you asked. He's the one behind the bombings. Using Mandarin's name to cover his tracks, but here's the thing—there is a real Mandarin, and he's not some fake terrorist. He's older and far more dangerous than Killian could ever understand."

  Tony's brows shot up and he hummed while reading. They didn't have much information on the real Mandarin. But the fake one seemed to have already been found by the CIA.

  "What else? I don't see anything else in the report."

  "Because I couldn't risk leaving an electronic trail behind. Found some dark corners in the CIA—habits they've kept quiet for decades. Drug smuggling, weapons in unstable countries, money made off the books for 'strategic purposes.' It's a different animal, Mr. President. They cim to protect the country, but that's just a tiny part of the picture. Honestly, I don't even know who they're really serving anymore," Natasha verbally reported. "The things I've seen… 'Fixing' is an understatement. It needs a fmethrower."

  "Then get one," Tony replied pinly. He was already aware of some of the dirty work by the CIA since he was involved in the defense sector before. But from what Natasha revealed, the agency was walking the line of treason. "Pull out all the stops for this investigation. I don't care if it's a hundred names or a thousand—every single one's getting a one-way ticket to a cozy little cell. You're welcome."

  "You don't have the Supreme Court."

  "For now."

  Natasha smiled and stood up. "I hope you know what you're doing."

  "I don't, I'm just annoyingly good at handling challenges," Tony cheekily replied. "By the way—any chance you can tell me where Aldrich Killian is? Explosions are bad for business."

  "I'll send you the coordinates."

  Back in the hero business, baby.

  Tony waved at her leaving figure and waited for the text.

  ####

  Woosh!

  Tony returned to his hero business. The best part was that he made his suit look like one of the Iron Guardians. Nobody knew that it was the real President doing the saving that day. It felt refreshing to be flying again.

  He paid May a healthy, non-horny visit, and saw Peter with his best friend building some Lego set. He met with Reed, who was now finalizing his pns to head to space after constant deys. Then he went over and had a beer with Steve at his apartment. The man was a General now, but still went by 'Captain'.

  Then finally, he received a message from Natasha with the coordinates.

  "'...be careful, he's pnning to kidnap you to take over the government. Good luck.' Hah, she's not even worried about me." Tony ughed at her warning and tracked the coordinates at full speed.

  As he flew, he realized the pce was a port, and his target was an oil tanker of all things. It was still docked and looked nowhere near ready to move.

  "Let's see. Jarvis, scan it for me." Tony flew around the ship.

  "Inhumanly high heat signatures detected, Sir. These align with the proposed Extremis from Ms. Hansen," Jarvis answered. "There are eighteen figures inside the ship—they're looking at you through the windows."

  "Then smile and wave." Tony waved his metallic arm. "Initiate scenario Pinocchio, Jarvis. Let's py a little."

  "Understood, Sir."

  ####

  "He's here! Get ready!" Aldrich was in a panic. Nothing had gone according to his pn. He tried to reach Tony Stark so many times yet his Iron Guardians stopped him every single time. There was an invisible iron wall between Tony and the world.

  His research was halted. His funding was taken away. He hoped to ensue panic and bring down Tony through impeachment using some influence he had gathered, but that went to shit too as Tony openly revealed the names of all corrupt Senators and House members, starting a chain reaction of mass resignation.

  On every step of the way, Aldrich faced defeat. Now, he hoped to escape America with his research and men and create a base somewhere else. Of course, he hoped to take down Tony before leaving.

  Killing a man was easier than kidnapping, he reckoned.

  "Get in the positions!" He shouted at the men.

  Boom!

  "WHO EXPLODED?!" He panicked at the first explosion and rushed to check the cameras in front of him.

  Boom!

  "One more?"

  In the camera, he watched as Iron Man stormed through the container, using palm bsters without even giving a warning. This Iron Man was different, instantly neutralizing the threat.

  Boom!

  On the screen, he saw pure chaos. His Extremis soldiers couldn't even attack Tony as they got bsted apart before they even got close to him.

  Boom!

  From one chamber to another, one staircase at a time, Iron Man climbed up and killed every single Extremis soldier there.

  Bam!

  And finally, Iron Man was inside the main control deck of the ship. Aldrich looked at the metallic thing that walked in, his heart telling him to run. But where? There was nowhere to go.

  "Stay back! I'll… I'll detonate this entire ship!"

  "Sure, buddy. I seriously don't get you. You had the money and the looks too, then why? Couldn't you be just another spoiled billionaire drinking, smoking crack, and living on the edge of STDs?"

  "Shut up, Stark! You'll never und—"

  Boom!

  "Not interested." Tony shot a palm bster at Aldrich. "What the… healing factor?"

  Aldrich received a wound, but it healed quickly.

  "Haaaaa!" Aldrich leaped forward and jumped onto Tony. He roared and spewed fmes from his mouth at point bnk. "Aaaaaa!"

  Cck!

  "W-What…" Aldrich realized something. Tony had hugged his body back, "W-What are you doing?"

  "What does it sound like, dumbass?"

  Cck! Cck!

  The Iron Man armor suddenly changed its shape, and swallowed Aldrich into its body. After that, the armor started to raise the temperature inside to inhuman levels.

  Wooosh!

  And just then, another door opened on the other side of the control deck of the ship and the actual Tony Stark entered in another Iron Man suit. He simply strolled around and waited for his little lie to work.

  "You thought I'd physically engage in the fight? I have millions of people to respond to, can't be that careless. Can't risk all those hopes and dreams riding on these shoulders—not yours, for sure."

  "Aaaaaa!" Aldrich's roaring screams were audible from inside the armor. The man was becoming unstable from the serum he had taken.

  "Leaves a bad taste doing this," Tony said, casually adjusting his suit.

  "I think I'll have to build a prison for superpowered beings soon. Not a fan of the whole 'kill them all' approach." Tony nonchantly added. "I don't want to kill you, buddy. If you can calm down and, I don't know… not explode, I'll give you a chance. Sound fair—"

  Poof!

  "He exploded, didn't he?" Tony noticed a sudden and subtle inftion of the nanotech Iron Man suit over Aldrich.

  "His body has exploded, Sir."

  Cnk!

  "I don't know what to feel at this point." Tony rubbed his metal face. "Alright, take the body to Bruce. Fill him in on what went down with Extremis—both the good, the bad, and the ugly. Let him py the mad scientist and decide if he wants to keep going or bail."

  "Understood, Sir."

  Quickly after, the Iron Man armor took off. The rest of the bodies were also gathered by other Iron Guardians and sent to Bruce. He was warned about SHIELD already, so he didn't try them.

  As for Tony personally, it was getting dark, so he took off from the port and flew aimlessly.

  Ugh, I need some drinks and a nice cuddle. He sighed and took off towards a certain school for gifted folks. That night, he missed his blue-skinned Chief of Staff.

  Wait, isn't she at the White House? Ah, I'm already here, let's see the old fogies then.

  ####

  Tony arrived at the school with a few bottles of drinks and strolled into the empty-looking building in his armor. He only found Hank working in the b.

  "Where's Erik and the rest?"

  "Took the kids on a field trip to Hawaii," Hank replied without even looking. "Need something?"

  "Company for a few drinks."

  "That, I can't. Too bad, Logan's gone too. Storm arrived some time ago, maybe she's still around."

  "My beautiful Secretary of Agriculture? Hell yeah." Tony turned around and started searching for Ororo. He knew the yout of the living accommodation since he visited Raven a few times. He found names written on most of the doors.

  But amidst the dark corridor, only one corner was brightly lit. He got out of his armor outside the door in that bright area and knocked a few times.

  Knock! Knock!

  After a few long moments, the door finally opened. It took everything for Tony to not drop the bottle he was holding. He had never seen his hot Secretary of Agriculture look that much hotter.

  Wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt that hid everything above her fleshy thighs, the round colr hanging onto her shoulder for dear life, and her long, white hair was a soaking mess with a towel still wrapped around it.

  Her ebony, glistening skin had the flowery scent of whatever moisturizer she used. Her rge feminine hills were noticeable under that white T-shirt, and her long legs were just…

  "Mr. President?"

  "Stark…" Tony replied. "Tony is fine actually. I was looking for Erik, but apparently, he's too busy living the dream. Got time to share a few drinks?"

  Ororo eyed him with suspicion, but then she folded her arms under her bust, making it even harder for Tony to look elsewhere. "Sure, I just got off work."

  "You travel between DC and here every day?"

  "Being able to fly helps."

  "No need to tell me that," Tony muttered and walked into her room, assessing it for the first time.

  It was fairly simple, a queen size bed on the right side adjacent to the wall. Beside the bed was a study table with a window in front of it. Then further to the side of the table were three rge cabinets full of books. Beyond that were the cupboards and miscelneous things. It looked like any other dorm room, except this had an attached bathroom.

  "Take a seat, Mr… I mean, Tony."

  Tony went ahead and dragged the chair back. He tilted it slightly towards the bed, reckoning she'd sit on it. He saw her walk around and take out two gsses from one of the cupboards. But then, she dropped them on the table and returned to the bathroom, only to return with a figure-hugging, bck legging covering her seductively long legs.

  What a shame. Disappointment was evident on his face. But that legging was also tight. He liked what he saw.

  As he guessed, Ororo then sat down on the bed facing him, near the table. She sat cross-legged, and that gave him a bit too much to look at. The junction of her thighs was clear as day—the folds were there.

  "So, what's the occasion, Mr. Sta… Tony?"

  Tony chuckled and took a gss. "Remember those bomb bsts? Took care of the guy before heading here. Big-shot CEO, mad his research was shut down. Turns out, he had no clue the name he picked belonged to some ancient, super-powered Chinese warlord."

  "You came here after a battle?" Ororo asked, intrigued. She had never heard of a President acting that way, let alone meeting one.

  "No biggie. The guy was dumb."

  "Let me." Ororo took the bottle from Tony and poured the drinks for him. "A few drinks after a battle… understandable."

  "Someone gets me." He raised the gss until she did the same. "Cheers to many successful battles to come."

  Cnk!

  The night was long, and they had just started. They took small sips while making small talk. As words flew between them, they became used to each other's presence. As more gsses were refilled, they became quite rexed.

  Maybe it was the drinks, but Ororo finally smiled more casually at him, even ughing a bit at Tony's funny remarks. The vaguely arrogant image of him in her head turned to one of an unrestrained, pyful man, with the smarts to back it up. She still saw how his eyes would wander to her spandex-covered legs though, but for now, she didn't mind it at all.

  Humming to his words, Ororo pyfully changed her position, just to tease him. She straightened her legs forward from the bed's edge, wiggling her toes a little as if she felt stiff from sitting too long, then folded them one atop the other. She noticed Tony's gaze, and secretly smirked a little.

  "Tell me, Tony, why? I've known kings, sages, and more politicians than I'd care to count. Yet, none had a greater impact on this world than you. But here you are, still trying to do more—why? Obviously, you're a fwed man with vices, yet… you do good? Why?"

  Tony sipped and blurted. "Because I can, Ororo. I've got nothing left to prove. I'm rich, ridiculously good-looking, and I build cool stuff for fun. Oh, and I py hero on occasion—bonus points there. Now I'm the President, which is basically the cherry on top of my already oversized sundae. I've got more than what most dream of. So, why not do it right? Half-assing's for amateurs when you can go all-in... or, as I like to call it, full ass."

  "Hmm…"

  As if the heat in the room wasn't already peaking already, Ororo removed the towel from her hair, letting her pure white locks sway behind her back as her chest pushed forward and her head tilted back. She could almost hear the gulp in Tony's throat.

  Then, she took the bottle from the table, and leaned towards Tony, letting the wide, round colr of her T-shirt fall forward. The dark and misty valley looked so inviting; shadowy deep like the allure of a siren on the stormy sea.

  Before Tony could say or do anything, Ororo poured him another gss. The trickling sound broke his lewd imagination.

  "And me? What's my role in this? Picking me as Secretary of Agriculture feels… pointless?"

  "Oh, no, no, no—this isn't just some backyard science project. There's a big pn here. I've teamed up with a few brilliant minds to cook up something I call the Super Seed. The goal? Wipe out hunger, mic-drop style.

  "Sure, we already produce enough food to feed the world, but it doesn't exactly grow where it's needed most. Shipping it there? It costs too much. So, I'm designing seeds that can thrive in barren wastends, survive on barely any water, and ugh in the face of extreme weather. Once it works—and it will—I'll need you to help me get those governments to shake on it."

  "Africa?" She asked.

  Tony smirked and openly checked her out from her face to those amazing legs. She had already removed her towel from the head, so those silky, long white locks contrasting her skin tone were just too hot to ignore. "I heard they revered you there… I can see why."

  Ororo stared at him with a quirk of her brow, then sat back upright. She pced the bottle back on the table and downed her whole gss. She smmed the gss on the table before looking back at Tony, squarely eye to eye.

  Her eyes squinted a little as if to see how serious he was; leaning closer bit by bit.

  To her surprise, Tony did the same. He downed the whole gss and leaned forward, elbows on his legs.

  "Tell me, Tony. That private jet thing… Do you do that often with Raven?"

  "Oh, I wish. She's got a full schedule these days. Why? Got any more candidates lining up for that job?"

  Ororo suddenly raised her chin and stood up. She looked down at Tony, who leaned back on the chair to take in her tall, lush frame. Smirking herself, a faint flushed look of intoxication adorned her charming face.

  "Don't tempt the goddess, Tony. A man must know his limits."

  "A man who never tries never learns," Tony responded, looking up at her face with a challenge. "Too bad, Gods are all talk these days an—"

  Ororo suddenly leaped onto Tony's p, straddling him, and locked her lips with his. Her tongue invaded and danced inside his mouth, hot and warm, swishing inside. The sweetness of her lips and the sour bitterness of the alcohol intermingled.

  Her arms circled his neck and his arms hugged her waist, pulling her closer to him. Their tongues struggled for dominance, suckling on each other's flesh as they gulped down the lingering taste in their mouths.

  She ground her thinly covered womanhood on his rising erection, feeling the scrape of the silky smooth material on her sensitive petals. She arched her back, her head tilting back as Tony's kiss moved lower toward her graceful, swan-like neck.

  Tony's hands explored all that he could, massaging her breasts for a moment, then rubbing down her back, teasing her wiggling waist, and her luxurious bottom. The snug leggings smoothly dispyed every sensual dip and curve on her body. Every part of her was delicate and smooth in all the right pces, soft and squeezable, but toned and powerful where needed.

  Goddesses are really something.

  Then, Tony gripped her bottom tightly and got up as Ororo clung to him with her legs, letting them both fall back to the bed behind her. Landing on top of her, he kicked his shoes off and kissed her deeply, the lump in his pants bumping against her core. Even if he was drunk, he could feel her body reacting, answering his gyrating hips with her covered, moist core.

  For a while, their breaths turned hot and ragged, teasing each other through their clothes as his dry humping continued. His palms were never this active in worshiping, exploring every slope and mound.

  Then, as they broke away from their breathless kiss, Tony looked down at her beautiful face. Her clear blue eyes were mesmerizing as she looked at him with that challenging gaze.

  She caressed his cheek, looking at him through intoxicated and lustful eyes. "O-Once… Just once… You may pray to… This goddess…"

  At Ororo's willingness, Tony started kissing her neck once more, feeling her toned belly as his hand dove under the T-shirt. His hand tasted the smoothness of her ebony skin while pulling up her shirt little by little. His rough palm traced the shallow contour of her heaving muscles, feeling her thumping heartbeat as he reached the heat of her ample swells.

  He wanted to go there and take in her soft flesh, but his focus for now was to disrobe her entirely, to see what wonders were hidden under those flimsy clothes.

  Eventually, Ororo lifted her torso a little, gracefully moving like a seasoned dancer, and allowed him to take the t-shirt off.

  In that instant, Tony saw her unrestrained bosom. Not a single thread covered her chest. His focus instantly went to her sizable, rge breasts, so firm and soft, pointing upwards with her dark nipples. He cupped his hands around them while kissing her neck again. His tongue going down this time, in search of those wonderful peaks.

  He suckled her breasts slowly, taking in the dark chocote delight between his lips. At the same time, his one hand slipped down her belly, between her thighs, and under the leggings, and found the hidden, scorching treasure. He caressed her pantiless pussy, smooth and freshly shaven it seemed. He felt the sticky heat instantly and dipped into that tight, scorching valley.

  Ororo moaned breathlessly. She could feel the dry finger exploring her wet lower lips. She trembled as he entered, coating his digit with her aiding lubrication. Her walls throbbed with excitement as his fingers swirled inside, aching for him to touch that oh-so-perfect spot. Her waist tilted in welcome, moving closer toward his wonderful hand like a tempting belly dancer.

  "Umph…" she mewled sensually, feeling his thumb dance around her kernel of flesh. She felt it deep in her core, her pussy and clit being recklessly taunted.

  Tony went lower and lower, leaving a trail of kisses on her arching, bare belly. But with a thirst for more, he eventually pulled down her leggings entirely from the sides, exposing her dark amber skin and glistening core.

  With a deep exhale, he wasted no time and quickly opened her legs wide, extending his tongue to pry her heavenly gates.

  His slithering tongue worshiped her pussy thoroughly, scentful and yet fresh, smelling of her flowery lotion. He ate her up, teasing her quivering petals with the tip of his tongue, sometimes suckling and other times digging into her willing loins. His thumb continued dancing around her sensitive bundle of nerves.

  He could feel the goddess trembling under his touch, her legs trembling at the sides of his face.

  "Ohhhh… T-Tony…" Ororo continued to moan, her legs struggling not to cmp around his head and keep the delightful feeling there forever. Her back pushed against the bed as she withered under him, instinctively inviting his tongue to go deeper.

  Tony couldn't deny his raging bulge anymore. His steel-hard erection practically throbbing, begging him for release. Her moans were so thrilling, so heavenly. Thus, he sat up on his knees on the bed and then removed his own shirt. The dimly lit room became slightly illuminated by the Arc Reactor in his chest, creating a deep towering shadow over her sylphlike body.

  Ororo was slightly amused by his masculine build, staring at him as he got rid of all his clothes. She lustfully smiled as she saw his straining cock, his size and girth tempting her to the core. "I never knew you had such… proportions."

  "Perfect offering to the goddess…no?" Tony jokingly replied and aligned his throbbing, bulging knob on her sweltering entrance. Her perfectly gleaming slit was wet beyond readiness, on the verge of bursting like the fountain of youth.

  As his swollen crown parted her pussy lips, Ororo closed her eyes and pushed her head back, sinking slightly deeper into the bed. The stretch was beyond what she had felt in a very long time, so rough and plenty—electrifying. After she felt it finally entering her feminine folds, her essence started to flow, coating his flesh spear thoroughly. Pleasure crept up her spine as his shaft gently followed, deeper, parting her tight inner walls.

  "Ummpphh…" Feeling so full of him, she moaned at the exquisite stretch.

  "Gh…" Tony groaned as the silky sensation engulfed his cock. The throbbing massages inside her were unyielding, rubbing across his entire length.

  He started rocking his hips, gently gliding in and out. His hands held her smooth thighs wide apart, his fingers caressing the lustrous base of her thighs, and his thumbs opened up her petals even further. It all felt so divine, so perfect to watch from his height.

  He was convinced she was a real goddess, well her body was heavenly after all. Like a priest on a sacred mission, he leaned back down onto her, his hands moving up her belly to the sides of her squirming torso, and nded his face between her quivering breasts. He suckled and licked, pleasuring the goddess on all her sensitive spots.

  Ororo's moans turned to pants, pants turned to whines of pleasure. She went through a range of emotions and started to sweat. Her pussy was throbbing from the relentless probes, her nipples twitching from his pinching, gentle bites.

  Tony's primal need urged him to go deeper, thrust faster, and put as much strength into it as possible, feeling she could take it. Her pussy was more than just a pleasure to fuck, he was drowning in bliss.

  He couldn't take it anymore and moved to grab her legs, pulling her knees up as he kept thrusting into her steamy pussy. But this time, he didn't stop there. No, he wanted to tame the sublime creature with everything he got.

  He pulled her legs up higher and higher until her plump ass was almost resting on his upper thighs. He kept her ass high with his hands under her thighs, his fingers sinking into her tender flesh. He also shifted, almost squatting above her tilted, cushiony ass, pressing her into herself. He did everything while keeping his iron-hard cock in her throbbing dusky slit.

  Ororo almost wanted to protest, feeling folded—such treatment was beneath her. But the slippery thing inside her also churned her pussy as her body was moved. Her curved belly twitched in pleasure and pain.

  Tony started to drill down into her cave of wonders, his hips thrusting down faster than before. Every plunge made her body jolt on the bed, her breasts jumping between her knees. He could feel his rosy sack contrastingly spping against her plump glistening ass, his cock strained from the harsh squeezes of her loins.

  "Ahhh… Ahh… Ahhh…" Ororo moaned uncontrolbly, feeling the deep collision of their flesh. Her mind was slipping, widely overwhelmed by pleasure after so long. If he continues to have free rein over her, she'll lose herself completely, she felt.

  Tony shouldn't hold that sort of power over her, her mind told. But the feeling was just too blissful. Between those raging thrusts, seeing him pound down into her, his frame, his virility.

  She could only let herself go, taking in all the wonderful feelings, stretched, pressed, folded blissfully. She moaned in reluctant submission to her pussy being stuffed, her legs quivering like jelly under his spread cw. Her eyes closed while taking every jolt of pleasure in, her glossy lips open, taking gasps of ecstasy.

  Tony almost wished he could take a picture, the view was magnificent from above. Her pussy sploshing with each thrust, her lovely breasts jumping and glistening with sweat, her blushing, dusky face overwhelmed with pleasure.

  Submerged in intolerable fulfillment, Ororo stiffened up, her back struggling to arch. Her hands gripped the sheets of the bed, trying to hold on as his weight kept her pinned. But his length kept sliding in and out of her, harsher and faster, his cock head harshly nudging on her cervix. His bumps and grooves brushed against all of her vulnerable walls in the most primal ways. His hands never stopped, pinching and squeezing her thighs until they left marks.

  "Oh! Yes! Ahhh! Harder! Fuuuck…" She moaned and cried out recklessly, lost in paradise.

  Tony's plunges kept going faster. Her salivating, clenching walls gave him so much euphoria he couldn't control his body. He plowed through and moved his hips vigorously while his flesh pole was milked by her wet, slippery hole. Both his hands pressed her down, folding her whole body as their faces hovered several inches apart. His cock went deeper as he leaned over her.

  "Where?!!" Tony urgently asked as he kept drilling. He couldn't hold it any longer, already feeling on the verge.

  "In mee–eh!" Ororo cried out loudly, a decision taken in the rush of heat.

  Tony suddenly thrust down with all his might, putting all his weight into it.

  "Aaahhhh!" Ororo screamed in pure ecstasy as her abdomen knotted uncontrolbly, the convulsions sending her into a frenzy. Her tight, dribbling pussy clenched around his cock and her toes curled in rapture. She came with a blinding, pulsing moment of release, drowning all of his invading length.

  Tony could feel the gripping, milking sensation around his cock, tipping him over the edge. He abandoned himself to pleasure, finally bursting out his heavy cream, letting his embalming injection mix with hers. Filling her up with a final burst of thick, virile batter as his body jolted for that one st smming Hail Mary.

  They both reached their peak together in minutes, hot and scorching, with soul-shattering intensity. Spent whole, he rexed on top of her and let go of her long legs.

  After a few long indulging moments of staying in her slippery warmth, Tony rolled over on the bed, burying his face in a pillow. He rested beside Ororo's withering body. He gulped and panted in satisfaction, trying hard to catch his breath.

  Ororo straightened her legs, taking deep breaths of fulfillment. Her wet pussy drooled white, staining her sweaty thighs.

  She felt the slow dribble as she caught her breath slowly. Her brows creased for a moment, but after a deep sigh, she simply closed her eyes.

  Before long, they embraced each other, snuggled in the same bed, and slept as the exhaustion took over.

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  Chirp! Chirp!

  "W-Wha…" Tony groggily opened his eyes and looked out the window, the brightness stinging his eyes. He felt Ororo still in his embrace, hugging his chest tightly, her head on his arm, her white hair, a beautiful mess.

  What a night.

  Waking up to such a warm feeling was something he felt he could get used to.

  Ring! Ring!

  "Ugh…" As he grabbed his phone, he felt Ororo jolt awake, but she remained in his arms as if accepting his presence. "What is it, Darcy… Scotus resigned? What do you mean S… Ah, all nine? No, I didn't do it…I'll see you ter."

  The grogginess vanished instantly and Tony hugged Ororo until she slid upwards on his shoulder, bringing her face beside his.

  "All nine Supreme Court judges resigned," he told her.

  "You didn't do it?"

  Tony shook his head, but a certain blonde did come to mind.

  "Me? Not really, but I know who to thank."