(Hold on tight passengers your Author's Captain will take you landed into another world)
The hum of the workshop's machinery was a familiar lullaby, the scent of oil and metal mingling with the faint, intoxicating perfume of Mariah's skin. She leaned against the workbench, her fingers tracing the cold edge of Tony's latest prototype—a sleek, experimental mecha frame designed to outmaneuver the Abbss Beasts. Her blonde hair, usually pinned up in a tight bun for piloting, cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves, the golden strands catching the dim light of the workshop. She was dressed in a fitted black jumpsuit, the fabric clinging to her curves, the zipper pulled just low enough to tease the swell of her breasts.
Tony wiped his grease-stained hands on a rag, his dark eyes flicking up to meet hers. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his arms corded with muscle from years of tinkering with mechas, his skin a warm bronze under the workshop's flickering lights. His black hair was tousled, as if he'd been running his fingers through it in frustration—or anticipation. "You shouldn't be here, Mariah," he murmured, though his voice lacked conviction. "If anyone finds out—"
"No one will," she interrupted, stepping closer, her hips swaying with deliberate slowness. The bulge of her pregnancy was just beginning to show, a gentle curve beneath the fabric of her jumpsuit, a secret only the two of them shared. "Besides, who's going to tell? The mechas?" She smirked, her fingers brushing against the front of his coveralls, feeling the heat of him through the rough material. "You know you want me here, Tony. You always do."
Tony exhaled sharply, his resolve crumbling under her touch. His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him, the hardness of his cock already pressing against her stomach. "You're insatiable," he growled, his lips crashing against hers. The kiss was hungry, desperate, their tongues tangling as Mariah moaned into his mouth. Her hands slid up his chest, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched into him, her body already aching for more.
Tony broke the kiss just long enough to spin her around, pressing her against the workbench. The cold metal bit into her hips, but she didn't care—she was too focused on the way his hands were roaming over her body, his fingers deftly unzipping her jumpsuit just enough to expose her bra. He didn't bother with niceties; his mouth was on her breast in an instant, his teeth grazing her nipple through the lace, his tongue swirling in tight, teasing circles. Mariah gasped, her head falling back as pleasure shot through her, her pussy already damp with need.
"Tony, please," she whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair as she ground her ass against the bulge in his coveralls. "I need you inside me. Now."
Tony didn't need to be told twice. With a growl, he yanked her jumpsuit down to her waist, baring her ass to the cool air of the workshop. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her back against him, the thick outline of his cock pressing against her. Mariah reached back, her fingers fumbling with the fastenings of his coveralls until his cock sprang free, hot and heavy in her hand. She stroked him once, twice, her thumb swiping over the pre-cum beading at the tip before guiding him to her entrance.
"Fuck, Mariah," Tony groaned as he pushed inside her, his cock stretching her open in one smooth, deep thrust. Mariah cried out, her nails scraping against the workbench as she took every inch of him. He was big—thicker than her husband, longer, filling her in a way that made her toes curl. "You're so tight," he grunted, his hips snapping forward as he bottomed out inside her. "Even after all this time, you still feel like heaven."
Mariah moaned, her body already clenching around him, her pussy slick with arousal. "Harder, Tony," she begged, pushing back against him. "Fuck me like you mean it."
Tony didn't hold back. His hands gripped her hips bruisingly tight as he pulled out and slammed back into her, his cock pistoning in and out of her with relentless force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the workshop, mingling with Mariah's breathless moans and Tony's guttural groans. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "You like being my little slut, taking my cock while your husband's off fighting monsters."
"Yes," Mariah gasped, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. "I'm yours, Tony. Only yours."
Tony's thrusts grew erratic, his breath coming in ragged pants as he pounded into her. "Cum for me, Mariah," he commanded, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight, insistent circles. "Cum on my cock like the good little whore you are."
Mariah's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing around Tony's cock as she screamed his name. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Tony groaned, his own release barreling down on him as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.
For a moment, they stayed like that, Mariah bent over the workbench, Tony's cock still buried inside her, their breaths mingling in the heavy air. Then, slowly, Tony pulled out, his cum dripping down Mariah's thighs as she turned to face him. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark with satisfaction.
"That was… intense," she murmured, her fingers tracing the sweat-slicked muscles of his chest.
Tony chuckled, pulling her into his arms. "You're telling me. But we're not done yet, Mariah." His hands slid down to her ass, squeezing possessively. "Not by a long shot."
The workshop's back room was a small, cramped space, cluttered with spare parts and half-finished prototypes. But it was private—secluded enough that no one would disturb them. Mariah lay sprawled across the narrow cot, her jumpsuit discarded in a heap on the floor, her body bare and glistening with sweat. Tony knelt between her legs, his mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up her inner thighs, his fingers teasing the sensitive flesh of her pussy.
"Tony, please," Mariah whimpered, her hips bucking against his touch. "I need your mouth on me."
Tony didn't make her wait. His tongue dragged through her folds, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of her. Mariah gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he flicked his tongue over her clit, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her body. "Oh, fuck," she moaned, her back arching off the cot. "Just like that, baby. Don't stop."
Tony groaned against her, the vibration of his voice sending another jolt of pleasure through her. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right as his tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit. Mariah's moans grew louder, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm. "I'm gonna cum, Tony," she gasped, her thighs tightening around his head. "I'm gonna cum so hard."
Tony didn't let up. His fingers pumped in and out of her, his tongue swirling around her clit as Mariah's orgasm crashed over her. She cried out, her body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her, her pussy clenching around Tony's fingers as she came. Tony lapped at her, drinking down every drop of her release before finally pulling back, his lips glistening with her arousal.
"You taste so fucking good," he murmured, crawling up her body to capture her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Mariah could taste herself on his tongue, the musky sweetness of her own arousal, and it only made her want him more.
Tony broke the kiss, his hands sliding under her ass as he lifted her hips. "Turn over," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to fuck that tight little ass of yours."
Mariah's breath hitched, but she didn't hesitate. She rolled onto her stomach, her ass presented to him, her pussy still throbbing from her orgasm. Tony's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he positioned himself behind her. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her asshole, the stretch already intense as he began to push inside.
"Relax, baby," Tony murmured, his free hand sliding around to her clit, rubbing slow, soothing circles. "Just breathe. You can take me."
Mariah did as he said, her body slowly relaxing as Tony inched his way inside her. The burn was intense, but the pleasure that followed was even more so. She moaned, her fingers clutching at the cot as Tony bottomed out inside her, his cock buried to the hilt in her ass.
"Fuck, you're tight," Tony groaned, his hips pulling back before snapping forward, his cock pistoning in and out of her ass. Mariah cried out, the sensation overwhelming, her body already building toward another orgasm. "You like that, don't you?" Tony growled, his fingers still working her clit. "You like being my little anal slut."
"Yes," Mariah gasped, her body trembling as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. "I'm yours, Tony. Fuck my ass. Make me cum."
Tony didn't hold back. His thrusts grew harder, faster, his cock slamming into her ass as his fingers rubbed her clit with relentless precision. Mariah's moans filled the small room, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm. "Cum for me, Mariah," Tony commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Cum on my cock."
Mariah's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her. She screamed Tony's name, her ass clenching around his cock as she came, her release triggering his own. Tony groaned, his cock pulsing as he filled her ass with his cum, his body trembling as he rode out his orgasm.
For a moment, they stayed like that, Tony's cock still buried inside her, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Then, slowly, Tony pulled out, his cum dripping down Mariah's thighs as she collapsed onto the cot, her body spent.
The workshop was quiet, the hum of machinery the only sound in the dimly lit space. Mariah lay on the cot, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasms, her skin glistening with sweat. Tony sat beside her, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her thigh, his cock still half-hard, a testament to their earlier activities.
"You know," Mariah murmured, her voice soft and sleepy, "we're playing with fire, Tony. If my husband ever found out—"
"He won't," Tony interrupted, his voice firm. "And even if he did, it wouldn't change anything. You're mine, Mariah. You always have been."
Mariah turned her head to look at him, her blue eyes dark with emotion. "And you're mine," she whispered, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "No matter what happens, Tony, I'll always be yours."
Tony leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with promise. "Then let's make the most of the time we have," he murmured, his hand sliding up her thigh, his fingers finding her still-sensitive pussy. "Because I'm not done with you yet, Mariah. Not by a long shot."
Mariah moaned, her body already responding to his touch. "Then what are you waiting for?" she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him down for another kiss. "Fuck me again, Tony. Make me forget everything but you."
And as the night wore on, Tony did just that—over and over again, until the only thing Mariah could remember was the feel of his hands on her body, the taste of his kisses, and the way his cock filled her so perfectly.
The next morning, the workshop was bathed in the soft glow of dawn, the air still thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Mariah lay sprawled across the cot, her body aching in the best possible way, her skin marked with the evidence of Tony's possession—bruises on her hips, bite marks on her shoulders, the faint redness of her ass from his rough handling. She stretched, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she felt the soreness between her thighs, a reminder of the night they'd spent together.
Tony was already up, his back to her as he tinkered with a mecha frame, his coveralls hanging open to reveal the muscular expanse of his back. Mariah watched him for a moment, her eyes tracing the lines of his body, the way his muscles flexed as he worked. She loved him—loved the way he made her feel, loved the way he touched her, loved the way he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.
"You're staring," Tony murmured, not turning around.
Mariah smirked, pushing herself up onto her elbows. "Can you blame me?" she teased, her voice still husky from sleep. "You're a sight to behold, Tony Fernandes."
Tony chuckled, finally turning to face her. His eyes darkened as they raked over her body, taking in the way the sheet had slipped down to reveal her breasts, the way her blonde hair was tousled from their night together. "And you're a distraction," he said, his voice rough with desire. "But a beautiful one."
Mariah patted the cot beside her, her lips curving into a seductive smile. "Then come distract me some more," she purred. "I'm not ready to leave just yet."
Tony didn't need to be told twice. He crossed the room in three long strides, his coveralls pooling at his feet as he knelt beside the cot. His hands found her waist, pulling her against him as his mouth crashed against hers. Mariah moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched into him, her body already aching for more.
Tony broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone. "You're insatiable," he murmured against her skin, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.
Mariah gasped, her back arching as pleasure shot through her. "Only for you," she whispered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Only ever for you."
Tony groaned, his mouth capturing hers in another deep, hungry kiss. And as the sun rose higher in the sky, painting the workshop in golden light, Tony and Mariah lost themselves in each other once more—their bodies tangled, their breaths mingling, their love as fierce and unyielding as the mechas they fought to protect.
The workshop's back room was a mess—clothes strewn across the floor, the cot askew, the air thick with the scent of sex. Mariah lay sprawled across Tony's chest, her body slick with sweat, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Tony's arms were wrapped around her, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her back, his cock still buried inside her, softening but not yet ready to leave her warmth.
"We should probably get dressed," Mariah murmured, though she made no move to pull away. "Someone might come looking for us."
Tony chuckled, his lips brushing against her forehead. "Let them," he said, his voice rough with satisfaction. "I'm not ready to let you go just yet."
Mariah sighed, her fingers tracing the scars on his chest—remnants of battles fought and won, of a life lived on the edge. "You're impossible," she whispered, though there was no heat in her words. "But I love you."
Tony's arms tightened around her, his heart swelling with emotion. "I love you too, Mariah," he murmured, his lips finding hers in a slow, deep kiss. "More than anything."
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies entwined, their breaths syncing as the world outside the workshop faded away. Then, slowly, Mariah pulled back, her blue eyes dark with determination.
"But we do need to get dressed," she said, her voice firm. "Because if we don't, I'm going to end up riding your cock again, and we both know that's not a good idea right now."
Tony groaned, his cock twitching inside her at her words. "You're evil," he muttered, though his lips curved into a smirk. "But you're right."
Reluctantly, they untangled themselves, their bodies protesting the loss of contact. Mariah stood, her legs wobbling slightly as she reached for her jumpsuit, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their lovemaking. Tony watched her, his eyes dark with desire as she pulled the fabric over her curves, zipping it up just enough to cover her breasts.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "Even more so now, with my cum still dripping out of you."
Mariah's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. "And you're mine," she whispered, stepping closer to press a soft kiss to his lips. "No matter what happens, Tony, I'll always be yours."
Tony pulled her into his arms, his lips capturing hers in a deep, possessive kiss. And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the workshop around them forgotten, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would always find their way back to each other.
The workshop's main door creaked open, the sound echoing through the quiet space. Mariah and Tony froze, their eyes locking in a moment of shared panic. They had just finished dressing, their bodies still humming with the afterglow of their lovemaking, but the sudden intrusion sent a jolt of adrenaline through them.
"Mariah?" a voice called out, familiar and commanding. "Are you in here?"
Mariah's blood ran cold. It was her husband, General Elias Eve, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. Tony's grip on her waist tightened, his body tensing as he prepared for the worst.
Mariah took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm. "I'm here, Elias," she called back, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. She turned to Tony, her eyes wide with urgency. "Hide," she mouthed, her fingers brushing against his chest.
Tony hesitated for only a second before nodding, his jaw clenched with determination. He pressed a quick, fierce kiss to her lips before melting into the shadows, his body disappearing behind a stack of crates. Mariah straightened her jumpsuit, her fingers trembling as she smoothed down her hair, her mind racing with excuses.
Elias stepped into the workshop, his tall, imposing figure filling the doorway. He was dressed in his military uniform, the dark fabric accentuating his broad shoulders and the scars that marked his face—a testament to years of battle against the Abbss Beasts. His eyes, a piercing green, scanned the room before landing on Mariah, his expression unreadable.
"Mariah," he said, his voice gruff. "I've been looking for you. The command center needs you for a briefing. The Abbss Beasts have been spotted near the border again."
Mariah forced a smile, her heart still pounding in her chest. "Of course, Elias," she said, stepping forward to take his hand. "I was just… checking on the mecha. Tony's been working on some upgrades."
Elias's eyes flickered toward the back of the workshop, his gaze sharp and assessing. "Tony's here?" he asked, his voice low.
Mariah's stomach twisted, but she kept her expression neutral. "He was," she said, her voice steady. "But he left a little while ago. You just missed him."
Elias studied her for a long moment, his green eyes searching hers. Mariah held his gaze, her heart in her throat, her mind screaming at her to stay calm. Then, slowly, Elias nodded, his expression softening.
"Alright," he said, his voice gentler now. "But we need to go. The briefing starts in ten minutes."
Mariah nodded, her fingers tightening around his. "Lead the way," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
As they turned to leave, Mariah cast one last glance toward the shadows where Tony was hiding. She couldn't see him, but she could feel his presence, his love, his promise that they would find their way back to each other. And as she stepped out of the workshop, her hand in Elias's, she knew that no matter what the future held, her heart would always belong to Tony.
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(Actor Tony: ....? Author's you make me look bad in this scene...)
(Author's: Shut up...hehehhhahhahaha...feel the pain, taste the pain and then we can achieve a Stone blessing from our readers🔥)