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The Tower: Happily Ever After – 41

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: 2464

Warnings:  smut (MMF bisexual threesome, dom/sub, bondage, oral sex, face fucking, vaginal sex, exhibitionism, lactation)

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 41: Exchange of Power

Thanks to the attack on the city, Billy and Teddy’s bonding ceremony was pushed back a few months.  There was too much damage to the palace’s courtyard to allow the people in to witness the bonding and too much of the resources were going into repairing things.  The boys were disappointed, but they understood – it wasn’t like a couple of months was that big of a deal when it meant forever together.  The people wanted to have a feast to celebrate Asgard’s defeat of the usurper to the crown.  That wasn’t particularly easy either given the state of the palace, so until a feast could happen properly, the family just did a parade through the city and stopped in the square to give out supplies to anyone who might need them.  Thankfully, the damage had mostly been contained to the palace so there weren’t too many of the citizens who needed the assistance.  Most just came to see us and celebrate the victory.

I had noticed a shift in the way we were seen.  Or at least how I felt like the people viewed me specifically.  In the past, it felt like I was a novelty because I was alien and because I had given birth to Riley.  I was the mother of the heir first, Thor’s chosen second, and everything else came in behind that.  Now when they spoke to me, I was Lady Elise, vanquisher of Cul and soother of the great Hulk.  I was being seen as an asset to Asgard outside of the fact that I was weirdly fertile.

I didn’t exactly think I was lacking confidence as a person before.  At least not most of the time, but I definitely lacked confidence in my role as queen.  I wasn’t a huge fan of the fact I was one of the heads of a monarchy now in the first place, but to be one when I wasn’t even from Asgard didn’t help.  Now, I’d shown that no matter what else, I could step up and protect Asgard and its people.

With my newfound confidence and feeling of power and the delays to most of the big family events, I decided it was time to give Steve a little chance at role reversal with me.  Even though Steve and I regularly didn’t participate in any powerplay with sex, and even though I definitely considered myself a switch, I was a little nervous about it.  I had never been particularly dominant with him.  So I took Sam with me.  I knew Natasha wanted to join me, but I worried with her there I’d let her take complete control, and rather than it being us working together to dominate Steve, I’d just end up being used as a tool to dominate Steve.  Which – while exciting in its own right, wasn’t what I wanted out of this.  With Sam, I could be whatever I needed to be and I knew he’d take control sometimes and defer control.  We had that kind of back and forth anyway so I felt safe with him in this role, and I knew that Steve felt safe with him in that role too.

We went down to the orgy rooms again.  Our chambers were still being repaired and I didn’t want to use Natasha’s dungeon, so those rooms seemed to be a good compromise.  I was just looking at myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath as I steadied my nerves.  The vintage look black lace corset, and boyleg panties, that I’d paired with thigh-high lace-up boots was not something I was completely unused to but definitely wasn’t in my usual getup.  It came from Natasha’s color-coded wardrobe and mixed something Bucky liked seeing me in, with something Clint liked.  I’d tied my hair back in a high ponytail, and done my makeup with kohl eyeshadow and bright red lips.

“Fuck you look sexy,” Sam said coming up behind me.  “Steve’s waiting for you.  He’s already got that slight dazed fuzzy look.  It doesn’t take him much to sink into that really pliant state.  Be careful with him.”

“I will,” I said and turned to look at him.  He looked pretty fucking hot himself in black jeans and a leather harness with a silver ring that sat right in the middle of his chest.  I wrapped my fingers around the straps that ran up his chest.  “God, you’re hot.”

“I know,” Sam joked.  “Come on, if we leave him waiting too long he’ll start panicking.”

I picked up my riding crop and strode out into the other room, my heels clicking on the tile floor.

Steve sat naked, facing one of the large round couches.  He was in a stiff sleigh-style chair made from dark timber and padded with red velvet.  Sam had bound him in red ribbon.  It crisscrossed around his body, binding his legs to the legs of the chair and his arms behind his back, and it stood out strongly against his pale skin.  He could break free easily, even if it wasn’t tied in simple slipknots.  Even if we’d shackled him to the chair he’d be able to break free easily.  The ribbon was for show.  It showed how he had given himself over to us and he looked sexy as fuck in it.

He had his eyes downcast and when I approached him, I ran the end of my riding crop up the middle of his chest and under his chin, guiding his face up to look at me.  Sam wasn’t kidding.  His eyes looked soft and unfocused and his pupils were completely dilated.  It looked like we’d drugged him.

“Hey, baby,” I said gently.  “You’re such a good boy waiting so patiently for us.  Are you excited?”

He swallowed thickly.  “Yes, ma’am.”

I wasn’t quite sure how to start the game, and he looked so ready to please us.  “Sam’s gonna fuck your mouth.  You be good and relax and take it.”

Steve licked his lips.  “Okay.”

Sam dragged over one of the coffee tables and stepped up onto it, unfastening his pants and pulling out his dick.  He wasn’t fully hard yet and he pumped his cock a few times before stepping up to Steve.  Steve obediently opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue so that Sam could tap the end of his cock on Steve’s tongue and ease it into his mouth.  When Steve didn’t resist, Sam grabbed the back of his hair and began fucking his throat.  Steve submitted completely but as I took a seat on the couch and crossed my legs and watched them, I noticed how his fingers tightened on the arms of the chair and his toes were curling.  I hummed and squeezed my legs together, Steve’s throat bulged with each thrust of Sam’s hips, and his cock hardened and throbbed.  A bead of precome formed on the swollen head of his dick and rolled down leaving a sticky trail down the shaft.

The sight of the two of them made me wet to the point it soaked through my panties.

When I decided on what to do next I nodded to Sam and he pulled out of Steve’s mouth suddenly.  Steve dropped his head and coughed as he caught his breath.

“Good boy,” I said, as I sauntered over to him.  “You did so well.   Would you like me to give you a treat?”

“Mmm… yes please,” Steve hummed.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and ran my hands down his stomach watching as the muscles rippled under my fingers.  I ran my cheek up the inside of his thigh and placed gentle, opened-mouth kisses all the way up.  When I reached the apex of his thigh, I moved back down and started again.  This time I used my teeth, gently grazing my teeth over his skin.  When I reached the apex of his thigh I bit him.  Steve groaned and sucked in a breath and his cock jumped, precome drooling from the head.

I hovered my mouth over his cock so that I was almost but not quite touching it.  I breathed over his shaft, making sure my breath came out hot.  Steve’s whole body tensed up, his thigh muscles strained under my hands as he tried to be patient.  I just dragged it out.  I let saliva pool in my mouth and then stuck out my tongue letting it drip down onto the head of his cock.

“Elise, please,” Steve whimpered, his thighs starting to shake.

“That’s it, Stevie,” Sam cooed.  “Beg her.  Tell her exactly what you need.”

“Please, Elise.  Please suck my dick.  I can’t take it,” Steve begged, his hands tightening on the chair. 

“Good boy,” I said and ran the point of my tongue up the underside of his shaft, before plunging my mouth down over it.  I massaged my tongue up and down his length, hollowing my cheeks against him as I cupped his balls and ran my fingers up his perineum, and circled them over his asshole.  I took him deep into the back of my throat and stayed there, his cock blocking my airway, and then pulled back suddenly gasping for breath.  I kissed along his shaft and circled my tongue over his balls, sucking one into my mouth.

Steve gasped and moaned under my attention.  His hips bucked and his breath shallowed.  When I was sure he was close – his cock throbbing in my mouth – I pulled away and stood up.

Steve groaned and his head fell back.

I straddled his lap and Sam came up behind me and began to unfasten my corset.  When the last tie was free I pulled it off and tossed it aside.  Steve looked up at me, his tongue running along his bottom lip.

“You want a taste of me, honey?” I asked.

“Please,” he whimpered.

I cupped his cheeks and kissed him hard, dancing my tongue with his.  When I pulled back I tugged on his bottom lip with my teeth and then pushed his head down to my breast.  He began to suck and I moaned as I felt the draw of liquid through them.

Sam pressed himself up close to me and I tilted my head back to look at him.  “He’s being so well behaved,” Sam said, running his hand through Steve’s hair.

“Mm-hmm,” I half-moaned.  “I’m very proud of him.”

As my arousal grew I tugged Steve’s head back and looked down at him. “That’s enough.”

He blinked up at me, that fuzzy look in his eyes had deepened more and while I’d been sitting in his lap, his cock had rubbed precome over my stomach.  “Sam’s gonna fuck me now, and you can watch.  When I’ve come, it’ll be your turn.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve said.

I stood and shimmied out of my panties.  Sam pulled out his cock again and sat down on the edge of the couch.  I straddled his lap, my back pressed against his chest, so we were both facing Steve. Sam held out his cock so when I lowered myself down, he guided it inside of me.  I moaned as he filled me and started rolling my hips in a figure of eight.

Steve was mesmerized by us.  He watched as I bounced up and down on Sam’s cock.  Sam reached around me and spread my folds to give Steve a better look as he rubbed my clit.

The look on Steve’s face was almost enough to send me over on its own.  With Sam penetrating me over and over as he rubbed my clit, there was no way I could hold on.  I let my head fall back on his shoulder and with a deep moan, I came, shuddering around his cock.

Sam grabbed my hips and began fucking up into me, as he chased his own release.   Steve gasped as he watched and pulled against the ribbons and for a second I nearly thought he was going to snap them and come over to us.  He stayed put though and when Sam finally came, Steve fell back in his chair and his cock throbbed.  He’d started to leave a wet patch on his stomach where the head of his cock rested.

I stood and slowly walked over to him.  Each step was deliberate and made a loud click.  I never broke eye contact.  I stepped over his lap and Sam moved up behind me and bent me forward over Steve a little.  He pushed two fingers into my cunt and hooked them inside me.  When he pulled them out again he took Steve’s cock in his hand and nudged me down so I impaled myself on it.  I groaned when I was seated fully, the head of Steve’s cock pressing against my cervix.  “Fuck,” I breathed.  “There’s my big boy.”

Sam smeared his come-covered fingers over my tits and pushed Steve’s head down to start sucking them again.

It took all the willpower I had not to just come there and then.  “Steve,” I said, as I clenched my walls around him.  “Don’t you come until I say so.”

Steve didn’t let go of my breast but he nodded slightly and I began to ride him.  We were so close already that I didn’t think it was going to take much, but Sam kneeled down behind us and began fingering my clit as he tugged on Steve’s balls.  An orgasm crashed through me and I cried out gripping Steve’s shoulders as my whole body clenched with it.  Steve started panicking and pulled his head away from me.  “Please, Elly. Elise.  Oh god, I’m gonna come.”

I jumped off his lap and dropped to my knees in front of him, taking his cock in my hands, I pumped my fist up and down his length.  He came with a roar, spilling over my tits.  I hummed, sitting back and running my fingers through the mess as I gazed up at him.  He was completely fucked out.  His head lolled on his shoulders as his chest rose and fell with each shallow breath.

“Okay,” I said, licking my fingers clean.  “Let’s get you out of there.”

Sam and I unfastened the ribbons and helped him to lie down on the large couch and together we cleaned both him and each other up before putting a big blanket over the three of us and spooning ourselves around him.

“How are you doing, my love,” I whispered, as I brushed his hair back off his brow.

He hummed happily.  “That was wonderful.  I feel -” he sighed and smiled blissfully “- I feel free.”

I looked over at Sam and he smiled at me.  “Sometimes he just has to let go of control.  Even if it’s just like this.”


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