Wanda had fought side by side with the Hulk. She stood next to the impact of the god of thunder's hammer. Those were blows that could shatter buildings and crater the earth. The sounds they made were deafening!
Somehow, the collision of Harry and Fleur's bodies sounded exactly like that.
"Ooh, mon amor, heet me anuzzer time!"
Harry had a fierce grip of Fleur's silvery blond hair. He had it wrapped around his knuckles, yanking her head back while thrusting his dick into her. Fleur's ass, which Wanda had noticed through her clothes earlier that day, looked even bigger now, making a fantastic target for Harry's hand to descend upon.
Harry didn't look particularly buff, although that was probably just Wanda's peculiar life experience speaking. He had chiseled abs and a lithe build with lots of definition. It was only compared to hulking figures like Captain America or Bucky that he could look small. And Harry's build held significant power within it, that was for sure, because when he spanked his wife, Wanda flinched from the sharp crack.
She was sure that Fleur would be in pain from that. Certainly the French woman screamed, but it was with pleasure. The big globes that were her ass cheeks jiggled wildly, a print of Harry's hand appearing on her white flesh. When Wanda looked closer, she saw dozens more of these spread across Fleur's body. Most were on her ass, but some were lower, visible on her girthy thighs.
"I love eet!" Fleur screamed. "More. More!"
To Wanda's shock, she began rocking her body back, pushing her ass against Harry's body despite the brutal thrusts he'd already been hitting her with. Harry pulled her hair like a leash, making Fleur's neck jerk back. Enormous breasts far bigger than Wanda's own jiggled and shook on Fleur's chest. Harry's other hand continued to spank his wife, stinging her skin.
Wanda's legs gave out. She dropped onto her knees in front of the crack in the door, staring through. If it wasn't for the deafening sound of Fleur's clapping cheeks and the screams from the woman, Wanda's peeping would surely have been discovered from the thud as she hit the floor. But as much as she didn't want to be caught, she couldn't move. She couldn't pull herself away.
Suddenly, she heard her name.
"Please, dear, can't you keep it down a bit?" Harry asked. "We aren't alone tonight. At this rate you'll wake Wanda."
"Eet eez your fault for fucking me so well!" Fleur screamed. "If you want me to be quiet—mmph!—zen do not make my pussy feel like eet will explode!"
Fleur meant it quite literally, Wanda realized. She covered her mouth as Fleur let out a musical and throaty moan and blasted Harry's crotch with arousal like a shotgun. It burst out of her, splashing around her pussy lips after another thrust, squirting past the edges of Harry's dick.
After pausing for a moment to wince from the pleasure, Harry said, "I guess I'm not innocent. But I'd still like to be a good host."
He pulled his dick out of Fleur and Wanda felt her eyes widen. It just kept coming. It was massive, full of size and girth the likes of which Wanda had never seen. She heard a new noise, something wet and squelchy but far quieter than the couple's sex. She realized it was her own fingers. Her robe had come loose when she dropped down. It was hanging over her shoulders, displaying her body in only a bra and panties. At some point, Wanda's fingers had unconsciously taken advantage of this, sliding underneath her panties and shoving up into her pussy.
How long had it been since she touched herself? She'd never done it in the proximity of other people, but even alone in her room she hadn't been in the mood for ages. Lust, like love, was something she had no time for since losing Vision. It simply wasn't on her radar anymore, which she was fine with.
But now, her body moved on its own. She watched Harry manhandle his wife. He grabbed her hips, rolling her onto her side instead of having her on her knees. Fleur was left on her side, Harry holding one leg straight up, while her back and bright red butt was pointing directly at Wanda. If Harry had rolled Fleur the other way, she would've instantly seen Wanda kneeling there with her hand down her panties. Though it should've scared her, this thought only made Wanda's pussy grow wetter.
Her fingers felt so good. She was SO backed up, and she was only now realizing it. Even in the Hex, a lie that she built for herself, there were some lines she didn't cross. She had kids, but in that strange sitcom way, they came about without anything like intercourse. Wanda moaned quietly as her fingers touched her clit.
"Did you hear something?" Harry said.
He'd paused, his dick poised at Fleur's entrance as he listened for more.
"What?" Fleur said impatiently.
"I thought I heard something," Harry said. "Did you moan? It didn't sound like one of yours. It was more like—"
He stopped as Fleur managed to grab his hand, pulling him forward so that his dick slid into her.
"Less talking!" Fleur said. "Unless eet eez ze dirty kind!"
Harry shook his head, smiling, and pushed his body forward. Wanda's eyes widened as he put Fleur in a position that even a Black Widow would've been proud of. While on her side, Harry pushed Fleur's leg so that it was parallel with her body, almost touching her shoulder. Her pussy was stretched out, to say nothing of the monstrous dick plunging into it. Fleur's screams started again, even louder now.
Wanda had clamped a hand over her mouth as soon as Harry heard her. She touched herself almost violently, her pussy starting to leak on the floor as juice dribbled off of her fingers. She was so wet. Wet enough to fit a dick the size of Harry's?
Immediately, Wanda scolded herself for having such a thought. Sure, Harry was incredibly handsome, with a tall body and good muscles and the largest dick she'd ever seen. Sure, he was good enough in bed to make his wife scream like she was filming a porno. Sure, he had a kind smile and a lovely personality. But these people helped her! Watching them like this was already too far. Thinking about anything more, breaking up such an idyllic marriage, would be outright evil.
Still, she couldn't help imagining it. That much there was no stopping. She couldn't even properly picture what Harry's dick would feel like inside of her, because it was just that big. Larger than any toy she and Vision ever tried out. But she could imagine his hands on her. She could picture being bent into position, stuck underneath him as her body strained to accept his lust. Wanda bit her lip, only the hand she had over her mouth keeping her from wailing.
The real Harry had started breathing hard. He'd only been speeding up, clapping against Fleur even harder. From the way his hand moved, Wanda suspected he was caressing his wife's face as she moaned. That, or she was sucking his finger.
"Where do you want it?" Harry asked.
"Where else, Mon Amor?" Fleur moaned. "Fill me."
With a triumphant smile, Harry set off a bomb inside of Fleur's pussy.
It had to be an explosion. So much cum pumped into her that it leaked out, trailing down Fleur's thick thighs. She howled. When Harry's dick slid out of her, covered in the residue of their lovemaking, cum was still dribbling from his tip. Fleur was left completely full, Harry's warmth spreading through her lower body.
It was too much for Wanda. There was so much baby badder that unless they'd taken some precaution, Fleur had to be pregnant. Wanda knew that wasn't exactly how it worked, but that was the impression she was left with: that she just watched the most beautiful woman she'd ever met get knocked up in front of her eyes.
Wanda's fingers sunk deeper into her folds. Her breath caught as she shut her eyes. Her own orgasm was as intense as you'd expect after such a long dry spell. Red energy formed beneath her crotch, telekinetically catching the stream of orgasm juices that would've scattered all over the carpet. She couldn't leave a stain right outside the door. That would get her caught for sure!
Just watching was reckless enough. Wanda couldn't be caught. The conversation that would cause would be too awkward for her to even think about. Slowly, she staggered to her feet, backing away. She was in a moment of mental clarity after her orgasm, and she recognized the need to get away, especially now that they were done…
Moaning from inside the room put a stop to this thought. With wide eyes, Wanda saw that Harry had rolled Fleur onto her back and was already fucking her again. Fleur's legs were sticking up in the air, and the husband and wife were kissing fiercely. Feeling a pang in her heart, Wanda turned and fled as quickly as her legs could carry her.
At first their lovemaking was so fierce. They clearly loved each other, but it hadn't been lovey dovey in any way. Seeing that kiss, however, made her feel the need to get away. It struck a little too close to home.
Wanda returned to her room intending to get back to sleep. She lay down in bed, discovered that she could still hear Fleur's screams clearly across the whole house, and ended up stripping her panties off entirely. Harry and Fleur fucked for half the night while Wanda lay alone in bed, using her fingers on herself with her eyes shut, imagining it was her tangled up with a lover, feeling guilty the entire time.
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"Oof," Fleur said. "Waz ze bed not to your liking, Wanda?"
Wanda looked at the beautiful woman eating breakfast at the table. She sat down at another of the seats, catching sight of her reflection in the metal of the stove. Wanda had bags under her eyes, and her complexion was unusually pale.
"The bed was fine," Wanda said. "I just had some trouble getting to sleep."
Harry looked bashful, guessing what was keeping her up even if he didn't know that Wanda snuck out to watch. Fleur, however, looked unbothered. She looked in perfect condition, too, Wanda noticed, which seemed both unfair and impossible. The woman's butt should've been too raw from all that spanking for her to be sitting comfortably, but Fleur was almost glowing with vigor. Even Harry looked just fine, despite him having cum at least EIGHT times by Wanda's count.
She couldn't very well say any of this, though, so she just started eating.
Harry and Fleur exchanged a look.
"How long do you plan to stay?" Harry asked.
"It's up to you," Wanda said. "I could be gone by tonight if you want—"
"We are not rushing you," Fleur said with a warm smile. "Stay a week, or longer, if you want! Et waz only curiosity."
"...I'll probably stay a few days, then," Wanda said. "If you don't mind."
It would be nice to have other people around without being hounded for her true identity. The Potters lived as far off the grid as Wanda planned to go in order to hide. She still wasn't sure how they lived like this, but it was very convenient, and they had been nothing but nice.
"That's perfectly fine," Harry said. "We did want to warn you, though, that we're expecting a friend today who's going to spend the night. She's great, you'll love her, and we'll be more than happy to introduce you. But if you wanted more time to settle in, we can reschedule."
"Don't mind me!" Wanda said. "Go ahead. "I'll stay out of your hair."
Harry smiled at her, followed by something she didn't expect. Harry patted her shoulder.
It was a perfectly innocuous gesture. But it let Wanda feel his large hand. His fingers brushed her neck. It was the same movement she saw this hand make the night before, just slowed down to tap her shoulder compared to the way he slapped Fleur's ass, but it still awakened the memory. Wanda almost leaned into the touch longingly (it had been so long since she felt a man) before she caught herself. That had been too close.
"I think I'll save my appetite for lunch!" she said, rising hastily. "I'm going to go for a walk on the beach now. I'll see you two later!"
As she left the room, Wanda heard Harry turn to Fleur.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked.
"I do not think so," Fleur said. "In fact, I do not think you 'ave done anything that Wanda didn't like."
Fleur sounded thoughtful, but that was all Wanda heard. She didn't eavesdrop, having done more than enough of that recently. She hastily left the house, hoping that a walk outside could quell these tumultuous feelings.
At least she'd get more sleep tonight. With a friend staying over, Harry and Fleur were bound to take a night off. Maybe eight hours of sleep would help Wanda sort out her thoughts and feelings. If not, she would just have to take the Darkhold and leave earlier than expected, until she got to a place where she couldn't do any damage.
She'd already hurt enough people for a lifetime.
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