Edmund lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The Avengers’ base was usually filled with the sounds of battle or training, but now it was eerily quiet. He couldn’t sleep. His mind was racing, filled with thoughts of his teammates and the danger they faced every day.
The door to his room creaked open, and Natasha slipped inside. She wore tight black pants and a revealing top, showcasing her décolletage. Edmund’s heart skipped a beat as she sat on the edge of his bed.
“Can’t sleep, kid?” she asked, her voice soft and soothing.
Edmund jumped up, startled. “I’m not a kid,” he grumbled.
Natasha chuckled. “Sure, sure.” She looked him in the eyes, her gaze intense and probing. “Everything okay?”
Edmund nodded, avoiding eye contact. He felt a blush creeping up his cheeks as Natasha studied him.
“Are you a virgin?” she asked softly.
Edmund stammered, “What?”
Natasha laughed. “Have you ever been with a woman?”
Edmund blushed, “Uh, no…”
Natasha sighed. “Figures. Always have to do everything myself.” She pulled off the blanket and straddled him, her body pressing against his. “Relax, kid, you’ll like it.”
She kissed him, gently biting his lower lip. Edmund’s heart raced as he felt her body against his. He was nervous, but there was also a spark of excitement.
Natasha felt something hard against her. She smirked. “Looks like you’re ready.”
She undid Edmund’s pants, pulling them down with his boxers. She wrapped her hand around his warm member, gently stroking it. Edmund gasped as she touched him, his body responding to her touch.
As Edmund neared climax, Natasha abruptly stopped. Edmund gasped, his body tensing.
Natasha removed her clothes and guided Edmund inside her, leaning on his chest for support. Edmund’s heart raced as he felt her warmth surrounding him.
Natasha whispered, “You’re so cute, kid.”
Edmund blushed, “I’m not a kid!”
Natasha laughed. “Of course not. But you’ll always be my little project.”
Edmund’s heart skipped a beat as he realized what was happening. He was nervous, but there was also a spark of excitement. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the moment.
Natasha smiled, her eyes shining with amusement. She loved the feeling of power, the thrill of taking control. And Edmund was the perfect project, a blank slate for her to mold and shape.
The night was young, and Natasha had a lot of plans for her little project.
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