Natasha paused before answering the crude question. She hated women like this: loud, obnoxious, and foul mouthed. Back on earth, women on earth gave Natasha hell for no apparent reason, though she speculated it was due to her effortless beauty. So for a woman like this to have the audacity to ask for sex after addressing her so harshly really got under Natasha's skin. Apparently even in space there is no escaping crude women like this.
Nebula gripped Proxima's waist, bracing for the extended time without air.
"Well since you asked so nicely," Natasha sarcastically said, "no." She scolded herself for taking so long to respond. Working with Tony Stark for so long, she should know better than to hesitate before a quip.
Natasha then strutted to the nearby couch, sighing as she sat down. Instead of looking annoyed as Natasha expected, Proxima looked at her with a devious, devilish grin.
"Oh please, I know you want to," Proxima said, "I can see how wet you are for me."
Puzzled Natasha looked down at her crotch to see her panties darkened by her juices. Determined to not lose to Proxima, Natasha masked her embarrassment by simply chuckling.
"Hate to break it to you, but this isn't for you," Natasha replied glancing at the gagging Nebula.
Proxima erupted into laughter, mocking the already annoyed Natasha.
"Hate to break it to you, but she loves being my whore," Proxima said.
Natasha failed to notice that Nebula already had her fingers rapidly plunging in and out of her own soaked entrance.
"Isn't that right slut?" Proxima said while releasing Nebula from her cock.
Lips now connected to the cock only by saliva strands, Nebula gasped for air before answering.
"Yes!" Nebula uttered, still fingering herself.
"Yes, what?" Proxima growled, before pinching Nebula's cheeks together.
"Yes I love being your whore!" Nebula managed to say through her pressed together lips.
"And…?" Proxima trailed off.
"And I love how you fill my holes up every night!" Nebula said excitingly.
"Good whore…" Proxima said in a degrading tone "now open for a treat."
Now free from Proxima's grip, Nebula tilted her head up, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. Proxima then leaned over Nebula and pursed her lips as a thick drop of saliva slowly slid out her mouth. Nebula fingered herself faster in anticipation as the drop slowly left Proxima's mouth, until it finally fell into her mouth. Nebula then closed her mouth and grinned, theatrically gulping the spit before opening her mouth wide for inspection.
Natasha watched all this with widen eyes of shock. So Proxima isn't just an asshole to Nebula for no reason, it's some sort of kink for the both of them.
Got it.
Before Nebula could savour the taste of her 'treat', Proxima swiftly slapped Nebula, nearly knocking her off balance.
"Now get back to work, slut!" Proxima commanded before shoving Nebula to swallow her cock again.
Bobbing Nebula's head on her length, Proxima stared at Natasha with the same devilish look and grin. But before Proxima could further taunt Natasha, the Black Widow quickly turned her body away from the two.
For some reason, Natasha felt heartbroken. Heartbroken over a girl she just met being sexual dominated mere meters away. Natasha scorned herself for getting attached so easily, she was better than that.
There was no way Natasha was going to let Proxima win their self-invented game of domination. She knew that if she submitted to Proxima now, there would be no coming back from that.
In an attempt to ignore the growing sounds of Nebula gagging on Proxima's cock, Natasha closed her eyes and sat on her hands. Because if Natasha started to touch herself because of Proxima, she lost. Another unspoken rule of this competition.
To tempt Natasha even more, Proxima began obnoxiously moaning. The moans were high pitched, feminine, a noticeable departure from Proxima's usual deep, gruff voice.
Between the gagging, moaning and sounds of masturbation, Natasha couldn't resist her built up lust anymore. Eyes still closed, Natasha begrudgingly slipped her soaked panties off, and put her hands between her legs, plunging two fingers into her core.
The moment Natasha gasped from her fingers, all the sounds behind her suddenly stopped. She turned to see Nebula, free from Proxima's shaft, gasping for air through her soaked lips. Meanwhile, Proxima, stroking her wet cock, began chuckling, mocking Natasha yet again.
"Lucky for me that Thanos let another weak willed whore to join the order," Proxima said, "now quit playing your futile games and come suck my tits! And maybe I'll play with your pussy, slut."
At this point, Natasha was so desperate to orgasm that even the slight possibility of being played with was enough. All she had to do was submit, do a good job on her tits and get rewarded afterwards.
Accepting her defeat, Natasha removed her fingers from her wet core and –
Wait. Avengers don't quit. Not ever. Like Cap always said: if you can't out muscle an enemy, out think them.
Staring Proxima straight in her eyes, Natasha sat up in the couch to face the alien. She then began rubbing her clit, and moaning, imitating Proxima's earlier taunts.
"I do wish someone would help me cum, it would make me so much more comfortable" Natasha said theatrically.
Proxima cupped her breast, grinning smugly at Natasha.
"Nebula," Natasha continued "why don't you come here and help me with that?"
Before Nebula could move, Proxima gripped Nebula's bald head, re-establishing dominance.
"Oh? You're really going to disobey Thanos? He did say to do whatever I needed to be comfortable," Natasha grinned, "I'd hate to go tell him that you both defied a direct order…"
Proxima was speechless; all she could do was grit her teeth in annoyance. Still on her knees, Nebula looked up at Proxima for confirmation, where Proxima released her grip and shooed her away. Elated, Nebula quickly crawled over to Natasha's legs, looking up at her with lustful obsidian eyes. Natasha smirked at Nebula as she slowly opened her legs to expose her wet slit.
Nebula inched closer and closer to the slit until Natasha could feel her breaths on her entrance, sends shivers down her spine. Like a hungry puppy dog, Nebula looked up at Natasha, waiting for permission to continue. Natasha responded by gently pulling Nebula's face into her folds, closing the distance.
Sparing no time, Nebula parted open her lips and immediately began twirling her tongue around Natasha's now engorged clit. Working her tongue at top speed, Nebula quickly earned heavy moans from Natasha as she bucked her hips to gain more friction.
There was no medium or slow teasing with Nebula, only raw, fast paced fucking. Her licks were quite different from Thanos': they were wild, sporadic, no rhythm or method, purely animalistic. It was like she had something to prove. She only kept her lips on the clit and nowhere else, drawing all sorts of shapes with her tongue.
Most likely how Proxima trained Nebula to please her, not that Natasha minded. Each lick shot ripples of pleasure through Natasha's body. Though she enjoyed being teased every now and then, getting straight to the point was better for her current plan.
As Nebula began lapping on her bud, Natasha shot a glance to Proxima, providing her with the same devilish smile. Teeth gritted, furrowed eyebrow, arms folded; it was safe to say Proxima was furious. Natasha knew she couldn't stand watching her little pet being used by some new woman. It was simultaneously embarrassing and infuriating.
Yet she hadn't left. Even though she tried her best to hide her arousal, her twitching shaft betrayed her.
Now that Natasha had all the power, it was time to give Proxima a taste of her own medicine.
Skin flushed red from Nebula continuous work, Natasha slowly reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. The bra quickly fell in front of Nebula, causing her to pause her lapping and gaze at Natasha's stunning boobs. Distracted by the sudden stop, Natasha looked down to see Nebula gawking at her. Her gaze was sweet and innocent, like a puppy in awe of a treat. Without saying any words, Nebula truly knew how to make Natasha feel appreciated. And did she love finally getting the attention she deserved.
Natasha gave Nebula a wink, then a soft, genuine smile before cupping and fondling her breasts. This inspired Nebula to continue lapping on Natasha, but at a much faster pace.
Directing her attention to Proxima, Natasha let out a loud, annoyed whimper.
"Oh no, I'm still so uncomfortable because of my boobs," Natasha whined, "If only someone could, oh, I don't know… Suck my tits…"
Both Natasha and Nebula watched as Proxima balled her fists at her sides. There was no way she was going to let this human win.
Proxima attempted to think of a retaliation, but then her attention was caught by Natasha's boobs. Perfectly round, supple and soft; they truly were stunning. Like an excited dog, Proxima's cock began wagging, twitching for attention.
Twice in the last hour Proxima has been denied an orgasm, she was truly desperate to feel release. So if the meant submitting to this human then…
Proxima gulped before stiffly rising to her feet and trudged towards Natasha, staring at the floor in shame. Natasha grinned in victory as Proxima dropped her naked body to the seat next to her.
Still refusing eye contact, Proxima bent down towards Natasha's chest, placing the boob in her mouth. Her tongue sat idle on the boob until Natasha crudely gripped Proxima's blue hair.
"You know how I like it," Natasha whispered.
Proxima started to make work of Natasha breast, twirling her tongue, nibbling, sucking. With her other hand, she began to play with Natasha's other boob by cupping, squeezing and pinching.
Harder bites and tighter squeezes, Natasha could feel Proxima's work becoming more and more aggressive. It was distracting her from finishing. Curious of the cause of the sudden roughness, Natasha glanced down at Proxima to see her cock covered in precum and twitching.
Poor thing must be so desperate to cum.
Contemplating torturing her some more, Natasha eventually decided on a perfect plan to make Proxima submit to her. Natasha wrapped her arm around Proxima's waist and gently gripped the wet cock. Wanting to tease Proxima a bit longer, Natasha stroked the shaft slowly and with as little pressure as possible.
Arching her back, Proxima moaned from finally receiving even the slightest attention. It certainly wasn't the best handjob Natasha had given, nor was it the best Proxima had received. But given her desperate state, it felt like the best sex Proxima ever had.
"You like how my tits taste?" Natasha whispered between moans.
Refusing any response, Proxima remained silent on Natasha's boob. Did she truly think she could still win this game? Did she not know Natasha was an expert at torture? Truly embarrassing.
After a moment of silence, Natasha abruptly lifted her hand away from Proxima's shaft. Proxima whimpered through the boobs as she squeezed her thighs together, thrusting her legs desperate for contact.
"Well…?" Natasha said as she flicked the cock.
Wincing, Proxima pulled back from Natasha's boob and, still bent over, looked up at her.
"Yes! They taste so good…" Proxima snarled through her teeth.
"And…?" Natasha said.
"And I love it when you touch me!" Proxima desperately whined.
"Then beg," Natasha coldly commanded.
"What?!" Proxima exclaimed as she sat up straight.
Even Nebula was shocked, pausing her licking to watch everything unfold above her. All the power was in Natasha's hands now, it was time to truly humiliate Proxima.
"You heard me: beg me to touch you, beg me to make you cum, beg to only cum when I saw so, beg me to let you be my whore," Natasha said, "or you can leave right now and finish up yourself, I'll even tell Thanos you did a great job today."
Now the moment of truth. Time to test if Natasha had won.