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The Tower: Happily Ever After – 35

The Tower: Happily Ever After
An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 4740

Warnings:  smut (MMF bisexual threesome, FF, orgy, oral sex, vaginal sex, light spanking.)

Synopsis: Almost 40 years after Elise Cooper first crashed into Natasha Romanoff outside the library at Columbia University, she and the Avengers are adapting to a near-immortal life together with their large brood of children.  Yet things aren’t perfect.  Life is moving on without them and they’re starting to discover who isolating being immortal can be.  When Angela comes and asks Thor to take the throne of Asgard once more, the group leaves Earth in the hopes that they will find their Happily Ever After there.


Chapter 35: The Orgy

The click of my heels echoed through the halls of the palace as we walked down to the rooms Steve had taken Clint and me to all those weeks ago when he’d given us our prize.  The palace was holding an orgy and for the first time, I was going to attend.

I had my arm wrapped around Thor’s as our small group walked along and each step I took made me feel that more anxious and excited.

It was me, Thor, Natasha, Sam, Clint, and Tony – the others weren’t particularly interested in participating in a public orgy and had opted to stay home with the kids.  Of those of us that were going, what we wore and were all vastly different.

Thor had a pair of simple black linen pants with a gold drawstring and a red cape that was attached at his left shoulder with an ornate silver clasp.  Aside from that, he was naked.  No shoes, no underwear, no shirt.  His hair had small braids that were pulled into a half bun at the back of his head and he had thin gold cords wrapped around his forearms in a crisscross pattern that resembled the lacing on gladiator shoes.  He carried himself with the same comfortable confidence he always did.  This was not unusual for him and he enjoyed it.  He was like a man stopping in for coffee and cake at his favorite cafe.

Tony wore a three-piece suit in dark grey with a red tie.  It was nice seeing him in one again, and he looked like the Tony Stark people used to see on television back before I met him.  Incredibly cool, confident, and ready to get very, very dirty.

Clint was like an excitable puppy.  He practically skipped down the hall as he clung to Natasha’s hand.  He was wearing a white fishnet shirt paired with a white pleated skirt with gold ribbon trim.  The ribbon was decorated with Celtic knotwork, making the skirt look like a blend between a greek gladiator skirt and Asgardian formal wear.  Increasing the gladiator theme he had going, he’d put on gladiator sandals that had straps that crisscrossed up his legs and tied off under his knees.  He also had the collar he wore when he subbed with Natasha and a pair of cuffs that looked similar to the ones that Steve had given me.  I wondered if that was a pair Steve had given him.  Of all my men attending the orgy, Clint was the only one wearing any noticeable makeup.  He had perfectly applied eyeliner that made his blue eyes pop, and his nails were painted purple.

Natasha looked slightly bemused as she was dragged along by Clint.  That bewildered look didn’t take anything away from how completely sexy and dangerous she looked.  Her hair had been smoothed and tied back in a tight ponytail and her makeup was applied perfectly, without one single errant line.  Her lips were painted red that was a few shades darker than her hair, and she had perfectly symmetrical winged eyeliner.  Her nails were cut short and painted the same shade as her lips.  She wore something that resembled a corset.  It was a metallic black, and reflected the light of his surface, and cut in panels – there was a panel on each side that curved to highlight her waist and hips, and a triangular panel on the front and back that looked like an arrowhead and pointed up to her breasts.  The bra and panties looked like chain mail, though they were made of fabric, not metal.  She had paired it with thigh-high black boots that had heels so high she was practically walking en pointe and brought her up to the same height as me.  She seemed to be approaching the orgy like a predator preparing to hunt.

Sam seemed to be coming along like a tourist taking a tour of Paris.  He wore a black t-shirt that hugged his muscles that fabric had no right to do.  It almost looked like it had been vacuumed sealed to him.  He’d paired it with khaki-colored cargo pants.  He looked so out of place compared to the rest of us, and yet somehow most relaxed about the idea of going to have sex with a bunch of strangers.

Then there was me.  I was a bundle of nerves.  Excited to see all these people fucking, terrified they’d want me to join in – and yet just as terrified they wouldn’t.  My stomach was full of butterflies and my hands shook slightly as I held on to Thor.  I knew no one was going to make me do something I didn’t want to do.  I just didn’t trust myself to know my own limits.  I didn’t want to do something I would regret, but I also didn’t want to regret not doing something I did want to do.

I wore my hair loose and Clint had done my make-up in a soft natural effect.  Definitely noticeable but to highlight my natural features, not to dominate them.  I had a pale blue camisole in a soft floaty fabric, over muted silver boy leg panties.  The camisole was empire cut, with the bra sculpted under my breasts, and over it, I had a brushed steel corset that sat under my breasts and had vertical strips that reached the circle around my waist.  I had paired it with silver thigh-high, gladiator-style heels – though I still could barely walk in heels, so they were quite low.  Around my neck, I had a Mjolnir pendant.  I hoped that she might guide me tonight.

As we reached the door the sounds of music and talking permeated out.  Thor stopped before we reached the door and turned to me, taking both my hands in his.  “Elise, my life, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes.  I mean, I can just watch, right?” I said.

“Of course,” he said, his thumb caressing my cheek.  “There is no pressure.  But you are shaking like a leaf.”

“I’m okay,” I assured him.  “I’m just kind of nervous and excited.”

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.  “Yep.  Ready.”

Thor nodded to the guards at the door and they pulled it open.

I was surprised by how many people were in the first room.  The couch that Steve had fucked me on had a group of women sitting around talking as they nursed drinks.  Another group of women was on a different couch, all tangled together as they kissed.  People were using the silks that hung from the ceiling, entertaining the room by doing sensual gymnastic routines to the music that filled the room.  As soon as the doors closed a small group of people approached Thor.  “My lord, would you like to join us?” a tall blonde woman asked.

Thor turned to us.  “Loki and I have an agreement, they use the rooms on the left and I use the rooms on the right.  I’m sure they won’t care if you intrude on their space, but be aware they will be down there somewhere.”

“Keeping to the right,” Clint said.  “Got it.”

“Are you alright, my queen?” Thor asked.

I nodded.  “Yes, go.  Get laid.”

He chuckled and Sam rubbed Thor’s arm.  “I’ll stick with her.  Don’t worry.”

“As you wish,” Thor said, and let the group lead him down to the right.

“Let’s take a look around,” Tony said.

We moved down to the right and began to look around.  There were several rooms and each one we passed into got slightly darker and more people were having sex.  We stopped in the second room and got ourselves drinks and in the third room, thigh-high we lost Clint when a group of women gestured for him to join them on a large opulent bed.

In the fourth room, we came across Sif and Hogun.  Sif was stretched out on a couch being eaten out by a muscular guy with a back nearly as broad as Thor’s.  Hogun approached us as we watched on.  Sif’s breasts rose and fell and she gripped the edge of the couch as she dug her heels into the man’s back.

“She is quite beautiful, isn’t she?” Hogun said.

“He’s not too bad either,” Natasha said.

“No Volstagg or Fandral?” I asked.

“Volstagg will be home with his wife and children.  They attend on occasion, but the two have more children than all of you together.  They appreciate a good night’s sleep,” he explained.

“With that many kids?  I doubt they’re sleeping when they’re in bed,” Tony joked.

Hogun laughed.  “Yes.  I suppose that is true.  As for Fandral, he’ll be with Loki.”

“I guess that makes sense,” I said.

“Anthony, I have been hoping we could have another round together,” Hogun said.  “Join me?”

Tony looked over at me.  I wasn’t sure if he was asking permission or checking to see if I’d be okay if I left him.  Either way, the answer was the same.  “Go.  I’m good.  Have fun.”

He leaned in and kissed me lovingly and when he pulled away Hogun wrapped his hand around the back of his neck and led him into another room.

“Okay, princess,” Sam said, wrapping his arm around me.  “What if you, me, and Nat take a seat opposite Sif.  We can get each other off while we watch her.  Does that sound good?”

“Mm-hmm…” I squeaked.

Natasha laughed and took my hand, leading me over to the couch.  “It’s so strange seeing you all shy.  Didn’t you show up at the tower in a school uniform when you still hadn’t met everyone?”

“Yes,” I giggled, as she pulled me down beside her.  “I was much younger then.  And not married.  And they were people I was dating.”

“Oh,” she teased as she wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled me close to her.  Her hand slipped between my legs.  “Is that it?  You’re so, so old?”

“So old, Tasha,” I hummed, leaning forward so my forehead was pressed against hers.  “I’m a grandma.”

“Little old babushka, going to a swingers party,” Natasha teased as she began to palm my cunt.

“Natasha!  That’s so mean!” I squealed.

“You started it,” Natasha said.  “And I happen to think you’re a very sexy granny.”

I broke down into giggles and Sam wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me back against him.  “How about this,” he whispered against my ear as he palmed my breasts.  “You watch Sif and tell us how you’re feeling while we make you come.”

“Mmm… okay,” I hummed.  Natasha pushed my panties to the side and started rubbing my clit as Sam kissed my neck.  I looked over at Sif.  The guy that had been going down on her was now spooning her from behind and she had her leg over his hip. Another woman had her head between their legs and was eating them out as Sif was being penetrated from behind.  She looked unbelievably sexy and it only made me wetter for Natasha.  Sif caught my eye and winked at me.

“If how wet my fingers just got is any indication, I think Elly is feeling very turned on right now,” Natasha teased.

“I am,” I moaned, rolling my hips against her hand.  “Really turned on.  I think – I think because there’s nine of you, and you didn’t all sleep with each other… right?”

“Yeah, princess,” Sam said.  “You jumped in the sack with all of us right away.  You’re our glue, you know that?”

Natasha pushed two fingers inside of me and twisted them.  “I’ve got really good taste, don’t I, Sam?” Natasha teased as I moaned and arched my back.

Sam kissed my neck and squeezed my tits.  “Yeah, Nat.  The best taste.”  Natasha laughed and leaned over and kissed him deeply.

I forgot my train of thought for a moment as my scalp prickled and my skin buzzed.  “Umm…”

“You were saying how you were fucking all of us,” Sam reminded me.

“Oh, yeah,” I hummed.  Sif had pushed the guy on his back and was now straddling him as the other woman moved to sit on his face.  “Umm… it’s a lot… you know?  A lot of dating.  A lot of sex.”

 “Uh-huh, I get that,” Sam said.  “Hard to do that and the open thing.  But you also have always run from this kind of thing when there are other people too.  Which is fine, but you’re here now.”

“Umm… fuck…” I moaned and bucked up against Natasha’s hand as she hit my g-spot.  Sam chuckled and reached into my panties.  He started rubbing my clit in little circles.  “Hulk.  I was always looking after Bruce because of Hulk… and then… I guess… I missed so many, I started overthinking it.”

“Well, you’re here now,” Sam said.  “So get out of your head and onto my dick.”

I laughed and elbowed him.  He caught my arms and picked me up and dropped me over his lap, bringing his hand down on my ass.  “Naughty, Elly,” he scolded and I squealed and kicked my legs.

“Sam!”

He spanked me again.  “Go eat Natasha out and I’ll fuck you,” he said.  “People are starting to watch.”

I looked around and saw the eyes on us.  The people of the kingdom watching their queen and consorts fuck.  I crawled over to Natasha and she lay back and spread her legs.  I pushed her panties to the side and began to run my tongue up and down her folds.  She was soaking and I hummed as I licked up her tart fluids.

Sam got on his knees behind me and pulled my panties down to my knees as he unfastened his pants.  As I pushed two fingers inside of Natasha, Sam entered me.

The three of us moved together, I matched Sam’s pace with my fingers, pushing them in deep and digging them into her g-spot.  I sucked on her clit as Sam reached around me and rubbed mine.  I don’t know if it was because of the threads connecting me to them meant I knew what Sam was going to do before he did it, or if we just knew each other so well that we were just perfectly in synch but each movement Sam made on me I mirrored on Natasha and the three of us were all nearing out climaxes at the same time.

Natasha moaned louder and louder and rolled her hips against my face as her cunt began to clench around my fingers.  My own sounds were muffled by her pussy, but the vibration from them added the suction on her clit.  Sam’s hips began to stutter and he leaned forward and kissed my shoulder.  “That’s it, princess, you gonna come?”

I moaned and pressed down harder inside Natasha, corkscrewing my wrist and then dragging my fingertips back over her g-spot.  She cried out suddenly and arched up as she came on my face.  I moaned and relaxed just enough that when Sam thrust hard back into me, I seized up again as my own orgasm tore through me.  Sam groaned and picked up his pace, dragging out my orgasm until his own his and he released inside me with a moan.  “Fuck, yes.  That’s it,” he gasped, as he shuddered with his release.

We slowly sat back and straightened ourselves up.  Natasha leaned over and kissed my cheek.  “I’m going to go spend some time with Sif,” she said.  “That woman’s mouth… I tell you Elise… the things she can do…”

I nodded and when she crossed the room to where Sif was I looked at Sam in panic.  I wanted to do this, but I didn’t want to be left alone.

“Hey, now, Elly,” Sam said.  “I’m not going anywhere.  You’re fine.”

“Okay,” I said, cuddling into his side.

He rubbed my arm.  “Did you want to join Natasha with Sif?”

I shook my head.  “I know it’s weird, but I think I friend-zoned her.  The warriors three too.”

Sam laughed and patted my ass.  “Poor Fandral.  All he wants is to hit that.”

I laughed.  “Well, I might change over time.  Who knows what I’ll think about sex in a thousand years?”

“That’s true,” Sam said.  “Well, what do you want to do?”

“Is it weird that I kind of want to see what Loki is up to?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.  “Especially after just saying you don’t want to sleep with Sif because you friend-zoned her.”

I giggled.  “I don’t want to have sex with Loki.  But I just want to see… you know?  They’re the god of bondage.”

Sam laughed and rolled his eyes.  “Fine.  Just looking.  Who knows, maybe we’ll see that cute Valkyrie while we’re walking around.”

“Mmm… maybe,” I said, getting up.  I didn’t want to admit just yet that the idea of maybe seeing the cute Valkyrie was part of what made me want to come in the first place.

We wandered back through the rooms.  We spotted Clint in the middle of an orgy with at least ten women.  He looked like the cat that got the cream.  Thor, we found sitting on a large wingback chair with a slim man in his lap and two women cuddled up against his legs.  They weren’t having sex, but they clearly had been recently.

When we reached Loki’s side of the den of iniquity, the reds and soft golds and creams changed to greens, bright golds, and blacks.  We found Loki three rooms in, stretched out on a green chaise, Fandral cuddled into her side while a woman seemed to be giving her a scalp massage.  It was a little disappointing really.

She looked up at us when she saw us and shook her head, stifling a laugh.  “Samuel.  Elise.  Can I help you?’

“Elise is a little too curious for her own good,” Sam said.

Loki chuckled and sat up, patting the seat beside her.  “Come here, Elise?”

I looked at Sam with my eyebrows raised and he shrugged.  “Watch out for daggers,” he said, only half-joking.

I went and took a seat beside Loki and she put her arm behind me.  Not touching me, but still making me feel caged in.  “Did you finally realize you picked the wrong sibling?”

“Ew, gross,” I said.  “You’re my sister.”

“In-law,” Loki corrected.  “And never call me that again.  Though I am grateful that’s not what you wanted.  Honestly, I’m not sure I’d want him to touch me if he’d fucked you,” she added, gesturing to Fandral.  Both Fandral and I started laughing.

“Rude,” I said, through my laughter.

“So what is it?” Loki asked.  “If I disgust you so much, why would you come down here?”

“You don’t disgust me,” I corrected. “I just see us as related.  And I just was curious what you’d be into.  I thought it would be all kinds of kinky.  Then you were just cuddling and getting a head massage.  Talk about a letdown.”

Loki laughed.  “Ah, I see.  Wanted to touch darkness, did you?  You have nine lovers and they’re all too vanilla?”

“Uhh… I’m married to Natasha Romanoff,” I said.  “What do you think?”

Loki laughed loudly, throwing her head back.  “My mistake,” she said, shaking her head.  “Alright, I’m bored of you.  You don’t get to find out my kinks today.”

I stood and returned to Sam’s side.  “Have a nice night, Loki.”

“I will once you leave,” she replied.

“Have you seen any Valkyrie around?” Sam asked.

Loki quirked an eyebrow at him, but it was Fandral that answered. “Try that room,” he said, pointing behind him.  “I think I saw some go in there.”

I followed Sam through the archway and we found Brunnhilde amongst a group of other Valkyrie, all in various states of undress.  Brunnhilde had a corset on in fog grey with gold accents, and over it, a kind of robe hat resembling a toga in light blue.  It opened wide at the front revealing the bustier of the corset, and fell back at her hips like a cape, while a band held it together around her stomach.

She stood when she saw us.  “Your majesties,” she said, her tone between sarcasm and teasing.  “I did not expect to see any of you here tonight.  Have you ever attended one of these before?”

“We have not,” Sam said.  “Just expanding our experience.”

“Always a good thing,” she said and gestured to the couch beside her.  “Join us.”

Sam pushed me forward and I practically stumbled into the seat next to her.  She laughed and put her arm around me.  “Very graceful, your grace,” she teased.  Sam took a seat beside a woman that dwarfed him and she looked down at Sam like she was about to eat him alive.  “This is Valktruata, Hildegarde, Grimgerta, Hecara, Leita, Ortinda, Rosseveissa, and Sygnet,” Brunnhilde said, gesturing around the group of women.

“Oh, you’re the one seeing my daughter,” Sam said to Rosseveissa.

Rosseveissa laughed.  “Seeing is a very formal term.  Sarah is hard to lock down.  I had hoped she’d be here.”

“Sorry,” I said.  “We advised them that they might not want to attend tonight.”

She nodded.  “That is very understandable.  And for that reason, I might excuse myself and find some other trouble to get up to.  I can barely get her to commit without the added challenge that I participated in an orgy with her parents.”

“It was nice to meet you,” I said.  “You should have dinner with us all some time.”

“Oh no, we’re definitely not at the dinner with the family stage,” she said.  “Enjoy your night.”

When she left the room Brunnhilde turned to me.  “Now, my queen,” she said, leaning right into me.  “Shall we?”

I looked over at Sam who was watching, enthralled.  I turned back to Brunnhilde and glanced from her dark brown eyes to her plump lips and back again, before bringing my lips to hers.  She kissed me hard, pushing me back onto the couch and straddling one of my thighs.  I pushed it up against her cunt and she began to grind down on it.

It was strange.  Before I met Natasha I’d never considered myself a relationship person.  My parents had fucked me up and being open to love had been difficult for me.  Sex was fine though.  I slept with people.

That was over forty years ago, and this was the first person I’d kissed in all those years that wasn’t one of my people.  It felt strange and new, and really, really good.

She dominated me – the wet of her cunt getting on my thigh as she passionately and deliberately moved her lips with mine.  I gripped her waist as she bunched one hand in my hair and held my head in place.  Her other hand moved down, palming my breast and then wrapping around one of the ribs of my metal corset and holding onto it.

I ran my palm around her hips and began rubbing her clit through the fabric of her panties with my thumb.  She moaned and broke the kiss with me, and trailed kisses down my neck.  I looked over at Sam.  The Valkyrie that had been eyeing him off was laying with her hips on his lap and he was fingering her but his eyes were locked on me.  He mouthed ‘I love you’ and I hummed and closed my eyes, arching my back under her.

She pulled back and looked down at me as her hand slipped between my legs and her fingers slid into my panties.  “What do you want, my queen?  Want me to kneel for you?  Worship you?”

“No,” I breathed.  “That’s what I want to do for you.”

She smirked and ground her hip on my thigh, smearing more of her fluids on me.  “Alright, your majesty.  But first I think I need to ruin you for your other lovers.”

She moved back, dragged my panties off, and grabbed a bottle of oil from the low table nearby.  Her hand returned to my cunt and she pushed two fingers inside me.  I stretched back gripping the edge of the couch as she thrust her fingers in and out quickly and rubbed my clit with her thumb.  I moaned and rolled my hips along with her movements, letting the pleasant buzz roll through me

As my orgasm built, she spread her fingers and added a third.  The stretch burned at my entrance and I felt pleasantly full.  I mewled and my muscles tightened.  Even as full as I was her fingers were skilled and as she wriggled them inside me she found my g-spot and dragged them one at a time over it in quick succession.  I started panting and my sounds became more animalistic as my orgasm built again.

Just as it peaked and was about to break she took her hand away and coated her hand in the oil, she drizzled it on my pussy, and right away my clit began to tingle, and heat spread through my cunt.  “Feels good, doesn’t it, your highness?” Brunnhilde asked as she curled her fingers in on themselves and lined her hand up to my cunt.  “I’m gonna let you come this time.  Won’t that be nice?”

“Mm-hmm…” I hummed.  “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” she said and thrust four of her fingers inside me at once.  I gasped and bucked up hard.  She pushed my hips back down and started fucking me with her fingers.  The stretch at her knuckles burned right through me and it was added to by whatever was in the oil that was making my cunt tingle.  Her fingers moved inside me, hitting my g-spot hard again and again each time she moved them.  I couldn’t control the sounds I made, they just burst out of me as I bucked my hips wildly against her hands.

I felt like I was going to break apart.  My orgasm sat right there on the edge, but wouldn’t break.  I looked over at Sam again.  He was still fingering Ortinda but he still hadn’t taken his eyes off me.  ‘Come, princess,’ he mouthed, and just like that, like he’d pulled a trigger inside me, I came, gushing over Brunnhilde’s hand.

Brunnhilde sat back smugly and slowly removed her hand.  “Alright, your majesty,” she said.  “Get to work.”

I sat up shakily and pulled up my panties as she pushed hers down and spread her legs.  I sank to my knees on the floor and moved between her legs.  She gripped my hair and drew me to her, pushing my face into her cunt.  I started sucking greedily on her folds and pushed two fingers inside her.  She tasted different, sweeter with an undercurrent of something like ozone.  I licked it up greedily and started sucking on her clit.  She rocked her hips against my face, moaning as she pulled my hair and her pussy started dripping around my fingers.  I curled them inside her again and again like I was beckoning her orgasm to me.  My fingertips dragged over the soft spot inside her and each time it did, she cried out and bucked up.  She pulled my hair and held me in place.  It made my scalp prickle and I moaned loudly as I drank down her fluids.  Her cunt began to flutter around my digits as I brought her closer to the edge and I doubled down on my efforts, digging my fingers in harder and flicking my tongue quickly over her clit.

Brunnhilde cried out and arched up under me as she came, her cunt squeezed my fingers tight as it crashed through her.  I slowed my fingers and eased them out of her and she reached down and pulled me into a hard kiss.

I felt light-headed and spent and as I sat back on the couch and relaxed, Sam came over and wrapped his arm around me.  “You looked so hot, princess,” he said.

“I felt pretty hot,” I said and cuddled into him.  “Thank you for staying with me.”

He smiled and kissed the top of my head.  “I just want you to be happy, babe.”

I hummed and kissed his cheek.  “I am supremely happy,” I said, and it was the honest to gods’ truth.


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