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Maria's lips enveloped the head of Natasha's cock with unexpected confidence, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as her eyes remained fixed on Natasha's face. The wet heat of her mouth sent waves of pleasure crashing through Natasha's body, sensations entirely new yet overwhelmingly intense.
"Bozhe moy," Natasha gasped, her fingers threading through Maria's dark hair. Her knees threatened to buckle as Maria took her deeper, those full lips sliding down her shaft.
Maria hummed softly against Natasha's length, the vibration adding another dimension to the pleasure. Her hands moved to grip Natasha's hips, steadying her as she began a rhythm of shallow strokes, each one taking Natasha a little deeper into the wet heat of her mouth.
"I didn't know you had such hidden talents, Deputy Director," Natasha managed, her voice strained as she fought to maintain her composure against the onslaught of new sensations.
Maria pulled back slightly, her lips glistening as she looked up with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "There's a lot about me you don't know yet, Romanoff." She ran her tongue along the underside of Natasha's shaft, tracing a prominent vein before circling the sensitive head again. "I'm very thorough in all my endeavors."
The sight alone was almost too much—Maria Hill on her knees, those commanding lips wrapped around Natasha's cock, those usually stern eyes now dark with desire. Natasha had imagined many scenarios with the deputy director over the years, but nothing like this. The reality far surpassed any fantasy.
Maria's rhythm increased, her mouth working Natasha's length with growing enthusiasm. One hand wrapped around the base, stroking in time with her mouth while the other slid between Natasha's thighs, gently exploring her original anatomy.
The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Natasha felt heat building rapidly at the base of her spine, a pressure unlike anything she'd experienced before. Her right palm burned against the examination table, that strange warmth intensifying with her arousal.
"Maria," Natasha warned, her voice tight as unfamiliar sensations mounted. "I think I'm—this is—"
Maria's response was to take her deeper, hollowing her cheeks as her hand worked faster between Natasha's thighs. The combination was too much for Natasha's inexperienced body to withstand.
"Ya ne mogu... I can't—" Natasha gasped, her hips jerking forward involuntarily as the pressure peaked.
Release crashed through her, a full-body experience that made her previous orgasms seem like pale imitations. She felt herself pulsing against Maria's tongue, waves of pleasure radiating outward from her core as her new anatomy experienced its first true climax.
Maria stayed with her through it all, swallowing reflexively as she maintained eye contact, watching Natasha's face with fascination as she came undone. Only when Natasha's trembling began to subside did she finally pull away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand in a gesture that somehow managed to be both delicate and utterly erotic.
"That was..."
"Quick," Natasha finished for her, a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks as her breathing gradually steadied. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect—"
"Don't apologize," Maria interrupted, rising gracefully to her feet. She reached out to brush a strand of red hair from Natasha's face, her touch surprisingly tender. "It was your first time with these new sensations. Besides," she added with a small smile, "I take it as a compliment."
Natasha leaned against the examination table, her legs still unsteady as the aftershocks of pleasure gradually subsided. "I've never lost control like that before," she admitted, genuine vulnerability showing through her usual composure. "Fifteen seconds? Maybe less? The Red Room would be disappointed in my stamina."
Maria moved closer, her body warm against Natasha's as she placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "The Red Room isn't here," she said softly. "And I'm certainly not disappointed."
The tenderness in Maria's voice struck Natasha more deeply than she'd expected. For a moment, they simply looked at each other.
Natasha regained her composure first, her trademark smirk returning as she straightened. "Well, Deputy Director," she said, her voice dropping to a husky timbre as her hand moved to the top button of Maria's shirt. "I believe it's time I conducted some research of my own."
Maria's breath caught as Natasha's fingers began methodically unfastening her buttons. "I thought you might need some recovery time," she said, watching as more of her skin was revealed with each movement of Natasha's deft fingers.
"One of the advantages of being a woman," Natasha replied, pushing the shirt from Maria's shoulders to reveal a simple black bra that somehow looked extraordinarily sexy against her skin. "I don't need recovery time for everything in my arsenal."
Her hands moved to the waistband of Maria's jeans, unfastening them with ease. "And I've been told I have quite remarkable skills with my tongue—skills that haven't been affected by my recent... additions."
Maria shivered visibly at the promise in those words. She allowed Natasha to guide her backward until she was the one leaning against the examination table, their positions now reversed.
"I've heard rumors," Maria admitted as Natasha tugged her jeans down her legs. "About your skill set."
Natasha raised an eyebrow, helping Maria step out of her jeans. "Rumors? At SHIELD? How unprofessional." Her hands traced the curves of Maria's hips, appreciating the matching black underwear. "Simple but elegant. I wouldn't have expected less from you."
Maria's usual commanding presence softened as Natasha's hands explored her body, mapping the curves and planes with appreciative touches. "Most people don't see past the uniform," she repeated her earlier sentiment, vulnerability showing through as Natasha unhooked her bra with a flick of fingers.
"Their loss," Natasha murmured, drawing in a sharp breath as Maria's breasts were revealed. They were perfectly proportioned to her athletic frame, tipped with dusky pink nipples that hardened under Natasha's appraising gaze. "You're beautiful, Maria."
The sincerity in Natasha's voice brought a flush to Maria's cheeks. For a woman accustomed to being respected rather than desired, the open appreciation in Natasha's eyes was a heady experience.
Natasha stepped closer, her hands cupping Maria's breasts with gentle pressure. "I want to taste every inch of you," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I want to make you forget protocols and procedures and everything except my name."
She leaned forward, capturing one nipple between her lips. The sensation drew a soft gasp from Maria, her head falling back as Natasha's skilled tongue circled the sensitive peak. Natasha took her time, lavishing attention on each breast in turn, using the perfect combination of lips, tongue, and the gentlest edge of teeth until Maria was arching against her, small sounds of pleasure escaping her usually controlled voice.
"Natasha," Maria breathed, her hands tangling in red hair as Natasha's mouth blazed a trail down her abdomen. "You don't have to—"
"I want to," Natasha interrupted, echoing Maria's earlier words as she knelt gracefully. Her hands slid Maria's underwear down long, toned legs. "I've been thinking about this since long before Belarus."
Maria stood naked before her now, vulnerable in a way few had ever seen the deputy director. Natasha's hands caressed her thighs, gently urging them apart as she settled between them. She looked up the length of Maria's body, her green eyes dark with desire.
"You're so wet already," Natasha observed, her breath warm against Maria's most intimate place. "Is this what giving me pleasure did to you? Or have you been thinking about this for as long as I have?"
"Both," Maria admitted, her usual composure fracturing as Natasha's thumbs gently parted her folds. "God, Natasha, please—"
The plea dissolved into a moan as Natasha's tongue made first contact, a long, slow stroke that gathered Maria's arousal. The taste was intoxicating, spurring Natasha to deeper exploration. She applied every technique in her considerable arsenal, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on the sensitive bundle of nerves that made Maria's thighs tremble.
"Oh god," Maria gasped, one hand braced against the examination table while the other tangled in Natasha's hair. "That's... yes, right there."
Natasha hummed her approval against Maria's flesh, the vibration drawing another broken sound from above. She lost herself in the task, all her senses heightened by her transformation. The taste was more intense, the scent more intoxicating, the sounds of Maria's pleasure more arousing than anything she'd experienced before.
As she worked, Natasha became aware of her own body responding again. Despite her recent release, her new anatomy was hardening once more, rising between her thighs with insistent need.
Maria seemed to sense the change, looking down to see Natasha's erection returning to its full, impressive length. "God, you're getting hard again," she observed, her voice thick with desire. "Just from doing this to me?"
Natasha pulled back just enough to answer, her lips glistening. "You taste amazing," she said simply. "And apparently my new friend is very enthusiastic about how you sound when you moan."
She returned to her task with renewed vigor, adding two fingers to her oral attention. The combination had Maria arching off the table, her usual composure completely abandoned as pleasure built within her. Natasha curled her fingers expertly, finding the spot that made Maria cry out.
"Natasha," Maria gasped, her body tensing as Natasha increased her pace. "I'm going to—"
Natasha redoubled her efforts, her tongue circling Maria's clit with relentless precision as her fingers maintained their rhythm. She could feel Maria tightening around her, trembling on the edge of release.
"Let go for me," Natasha encouraged, looking up to meet Maria's eyes. "I want to see you come."
The eye contact was the final push Maria needed. She shattered with a cry that Natasha had never imagined the controlled deputy director capable of producing, her body arching as waves of pleasure washed through her. Natasha stayed with her through it all, easing her through the climax until Maria collapsed back against the table, chest heaving with exertion.
"Holy shit," Maria breathed when she could speak again. "That was... where did you learn to do that?"
Natasha rose smoothly to her feet, a self-satisfied smile playing at her lips. "Trade secret," she teased, her own arousal evident in the flush of her skin and the hardness between her thighs.
Maria's eyes darkened as she took in Natasha's state. "Seems like you enjoyed giving as much as receiving," she observed, her gaze fixed on Natasha's erection.
"I've always been a generous lover," Natasha replied with a smirk. "But yes, it seems my new addition is quite enthusiastic about pleasing you."
Maria pushed herself up from the table, her legs still slightly unsteady. Without warning, she pulled Natasha into a deep kiss, tasting herself on the spy's lips. The kiss was hungry, demanding, a side of Maria that Natasha had never seen but immediately wanted more of.
"I'm not finished with you yet," Maria said when they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily. She ran her hand down Natasha's body, cupping her original anatomy and finding it slick with arousal. "You're soaked," she observed. "Did going down on me really turn you on that much?"
"Everything about you turns me on," Natasha admitted, her usual filters weakened by desire. "But yes, feeling you come against my tongue was incredibly arousing."
Maria's hand moved higher, wrapping around Natasha's shaft with newfound confidence. "I want more," she said, her voice taking on that commanding tone that had intimidated countless SHIELD agents. Now, however, it sent shivers of anticipation down Natasha's spine. "I want to feel this inside me."
"Are you sure?" she asked, searching Maria's face for any hesitation.
"Very sure," Maria confirmed, stroking Natasha's length with firm, steady movements. "I've been thinking about it since I first saw it. Wondering how it would feel to have you inside me."
Natasha captured Maria's lips in another hungry kiss, walking her backward until Maria's back met the wall. Natasha lifted her, Maria's legs instinctively wrapping around Natasha's waist.
"Like this?" Natasha asked, positioning herself at Maria's entrance. "Or would you prefer—"
"Like this," Maria interrupted, her voice thick with need. "I want to see your face."
Natasha pressed forward slowly, the sensation of Maria's heat enveloping her almost overwhelming. She watched Maria's expression carefully, ready to stop at the first sign of discomfort.
"Oh god," Maria breathed as Natasha filled her, her head falling back against the wall. "You feel amazing."
Natasha held still once she was fully sheathed, giving both of them time to adjust to the new sensation. The feeling was indescribable—tight, wet heat surrounding her, Maria's internal muscles fluttering around her length. For a moment, she feared she might finish embarrassingly quickly again, but she gritted her teeth, determined to last longer this time.
"You okay?" she managed to ask, her voice strained with the effort of remaining still.
Maria nodded, her eyes dark with pleasure. "More than okay," she assured Natasha. "You can move. Please move."
Natasha began with slow, measured thrusts, establishing a rhythm that had Maria gasping with each forward movement. The position allowed Natasha to maintain eye contact, watching as pleasure transformed Maria's features.
"You're so beautiful like this," Natasha murmured, increasing her pace slightly as Maria's nails dug into her shoulders. "So perfect around me."
Maria could only respond with broken sounds of pleasure, her usual articulation abandoned as Natasha drove into her with increasing confidence. The heat between them built rapidly, sweat beading on their skin as they moved together.
Natasha could feel herself approaching the edge again, but she was determined to bring Maria with her this time. She shifted her angle slightly, hitting a spot that made Maria cry out sharply.
"There?" Natasha asked, repeating the motion.
"Yes," Maria gasped, her legs tightening around Natasha's waist. "Right there. Don't stop."
Natasha maintained the angle, driving into Maria with precision that had the deputy director trembling in her arms. She could feel Maria tightening around her, approaching her second climax.
"I'm close," Natasha warned, her control slipping as pleasure mounted. "Maria, I can't hold on much longer."
"Me too," Maria panted, her body tensing as she neared the edge. "Together. Come with me, Natasha."
With a few final, powerful thrusts, she felt Maria contract around her, crying out as her second orgasm swept through her. The sensation pushed Natasha over the edge, her own release crashing through her body with even greater intensity than before.
"Maria!" she gasped, burying herself deep as waves of pleasure radiated outward. The sensation was overwhelming, her entire body shuddering with the force of her climax.
They remained locked together for several moments, both breathing heavily as aftershocks of pleasure rippled through them. Gradually, Natasha lowered Maria back to her feet, though they remained entangled, neither quite ready to break the connection.
"That was..." Maria began, seemingly at a loss for words for perhaps the first time in her career.
"Better than the first time?" Natasha suggested with a small smile, brushing a strand of dark hair from Maria's flushed face.
"Definitely better stamina," Maria agreed, returning the smile with surprising warmth. "Though both were pretty spectacular from where I was standing. Or not standing, as the case may be."
Natasha laughed softly, the sound more genuine than her usual calculated amusement. "I aim to please, Deputy Director."
Maria's smile softened as she traced Natasha's lips with her finger. "You succeeded, Agent Romanoff." Her expression turned more serious as she added, "And for the record, there's absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. Your body is still adjusting to these new sensations."
Thank you for the cover story, the private medical monitoring... this."
Maria leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Natasha's lips. "You're welcome," she said. "Though I think our medical monitoring has taken a decidedly unprofessional turn."
"The best kind of unprofessional," Natasha replied, finally stepping back and looking around at the examination room, which now bore clear evidence of their activities. "Though I think we've thoroughly compromised your medical setup."
Maria laughed, the sound surprisingly light and carefree. "Worth it," she declared, reaching for her scattered clothing. "Besides, I'm thinking our next examination might be better conducted in my bedroom. For thoroughness."
"I do appreciate thoroughness," Natasha agreed, retrieving her own clothes. As she began to dress, a thought occurred to her. "How are we going to handle this at SHIELD? Us, I mean."
Maria paused in buttoning her shirt, her expression becoming more serious. "Carefully," she said after a moment's consideration. "There are no explicit regulations against relationships between agents of our rank, but..."
"But discretion would be advisable," Natasha finished for her. "I understand. I'm quite good at keeping secrets."
"So I've noticed," Maria replied with a small smile. "And this particular secret might be the most classified of all."
Once they were both dressed, an unexpected awkwardness settled between them. The transition from passionate lovers back to professional colleagues was proving more difficult than either had anticipated.
Maria broke the silence first. "I have wine and actual food in the kitchen," she offered. "If you want to stay for dinner. We could... talk. Figure out what this means."
The invitation held more than just an offer of food, and they both knew it. Natasha considered briefly, then nodded. "I'd like that," she said simply.
They moved to the kitchen. Maria retrieved ingredients from the refrigerator while Natasha leaned against the counter, watching her with newfound appreciation.
"So," Maria said as she began preparing a simple pasta dish, "should we discuss the elephant in the room? Or rather, the nine-inch addition to the room?"
Natasha snorted in surprised laughter. "I didn't expect you to have such a direct sense of humor, Hill."
"There are many things you don't know about me yet, Romanoff," Maria replied, echoing her earlier statement with a meaningful look. "But I'm hoping you'll take the time to find out."
As Maria worked on their dinner, Natasha moved to help.
"Have you thought about what this means for your field work?" Maria asked eventually, the question casual but the implications serious.
Natasha considered as she chopped vegetables with expert precision. "It complicates things," she admitted. "But I've worked with complications before. The key will be understanding my new... capabilities. Limitations. Responses."
"Like the heat in your right palm," Maria noted. "That's still unexplained."
"And apparently linked to emotional states," Natasha added. "It was practically burning during our... examination."
Maria's lips quirked in a small smile. "We should probably monitor that more closely. For science, of course."
"Of course," Natasha agreed, returning the smile. "Very thorough monitoring will be required. Possibly multiple sessions."
As they finished preparing the meal and moved to Maria's small dining table, the conversation shifted to more personal territories. They spoke of their histories, their paths to SHIELD, finding surprising commonalities despite their vastly different backgrounds.
"Have you thought about whether this condition might have other effects?" Maria asked as they enjoyed the simple but delicious pasta. "Beyond the obvious physical changes?"
Natasha twirled pasta around her fork thoughtfully. "I've considered it. The enhanced senses, the temperature fluctuations... there could be more. The Chimera Protocol was designed to create enhanced soldiers, after all."
"Enhanced in what ways, though?" Maria pressed. "The increased sensitivity could be a tactical advantage in some situations, a liability in others."
"The heat in my palm is the most concerning," Natasha admitted. "It seems to intensify with strong emotions. If it continues to increase... I don't know what might happen."
Maria reached across the table, taking Natasha's right hand in hers. The palm was noticeably warmer than the rest of her skin, though not uncomfortably so. "We'll figure it out," she promised.
As the evening progressed and the wine bottle emptied, their conversation drifted to lighter topics, punctuated by occasional laughter and increasingly lingering touches. When Maria finally stood to clear their plates, Natasha rose with her, their bodies close in the small kitchen space.
"I should probably go soon," Natasha said, though her tone suggested reluctance. "It's getting late."
Maria stepped closer, her eyes reflecting the same desire that had consumed them earlier. "You could stay," she offered quietly. "If you want to."
"I want to," she admitted, her voice low. "But are you sure that's wise? We're already in uncharted territory here."
Maria's lips curved in a small smile. "When has the Black Widow ever been concerned with what's wise?" she challenged gently. "Besides, we still have aspects of your condition to monitor. Your recovery time, for instance."
"Very scientific of you, Deputy Director," Natasha replied, stepping closer until their bodies were nearly touching. "And what other aspects require monitoring?"
"Multiple variables," Maria said seriously, though her eyes betrayed her amusement. "Stamina. Responsiveness to different stimuli. The correlation between pleasure and that heat in your palm." Her voice dropped lower as she added, "It could take extensive research to document properly."
"Well, I wouldn't want to impede scientific progress," Natasha murmured, closing the final distance between them. Her lips hovered just above Maria's as she whispered, "Lead the way, Doctor Hill."
Maria took Natasha's hand, guiding her toward the bedroom.
"By the way," Natasha said as Maria turned to face her in the dim light of the bedroom, "I haven't thanked you properly for keeping my secret."
"I think you've shown your gratitude quite thoroughly," Maria replied with a smile. "Though I wouldn't object to further demonstrations."
Natasha stepped closer, her hands moving to the buttons of Maria's shirt once more.
Hours later, they lay tangled in Maria's sheets, their bodies cooling in the aftermath of their third shared climax. Natasha traced lazy patterns on Maria's bare shoulder, her usual hypervigilance temporarily subdued by satisfaction and unexpected comfort.
"I never expected this," Maria admitted, her voice soft in the darkness. "When I cleared that medical room, I thought we'd just talk about your condition, make a plan. I didn't imagine..."
"That you'd be thoroughly fucked by a genetically modified Russian spy?" Natasha supplied with a low chuckle. "Life is full of surprises."
Maria laughed, the sound unguarded in a way Natasha had never heard at SHIELD. "That's one way to put it." She propped herself up on one elbow, studying Natasha's face. "Any regrets?"
"About us? No," she said truthfully. "About this new condition? I'm still processing. It's an adjustment, but..." She paused, thinking about the remarkable sensations she'd experienced, the connection she'd formed with Maria. "It has its advantages."
"Indeed it does," Maria agreed, her hand sliding beneath the sheets to trace the curve of Natasha's hip. "Though I can't help wondering if you've considered the broader implications."
"Beyond the obvious physical changes?" Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow.
Maria nodded, her expression turning more serious. "If Hydra perfects this technology, they could create an army of enhanced soldiers. And if your condition continues to evolve—the temperature fluctuations, the sensory enhancements—who knows what other abilities might manifest?"
"You're thinking like a SHIELD agent even in bed," Natasha observed. "But you're not wrong. This could be just the beginning."
Maria's fingers continued their gentle exploration of Natasha's skin. "Have you thought about whether you'd want this to be permanent? If we found a way to reverse it, would you take it?"
"I don't know," she admitted after a moment. "A week ago, I would have said yes without hesitation. But now..." She gestured between them. "This might not have happened otherwise."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Maria replied, her voice softening. "I've been attracted to you for longer than I care to admit. The serum just... accelerated things."
Natasha smiled at the confession. "Same here. Though I never imagined the stern Deputy Director Hill would be so... enthusiastic in private."
"I contain multitudes," Maria deadpanned, before her expression turned thoughtful again. "But seriously, Natasha. Whatever you decide about your condition, whatever happens next... I want you to know I'm here. Not just as your superior officer or your medical monitor, but as..."
She trailed off, seemingly unsure how to define what they had become to each other.
"I appreciate that more than you know."
Their lips met in a gentle kiss, different from the passionate exchanges they'd shared earlier.
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