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Stephen hums, feeling the warmth at the base of his spine flaring higher even as his gaze never falter from the words on the page. The book floats at eye level as his hands are threaded through the silky strands of Wanda’s hair, massaging her scalp absently as she works her little mouth over the thickness of his cock. She’s kneeling between his legs, her plush lips forming a tight seal as she takes him deep, and the edge of his vision grows blurrier and blurrier every time he feels his tip hit the back of her throat, until his eyelids are fluttering shut and his head falling back against the leather armchair with a groan.
Beside him, he hears the book fall closed and hit the side table with a thud as he cups the back of Wanda’s head with both hands, pushing past the tightness of her throat until he’s nestled deep inside of her mouth. She chokes out a moan on his cock as he holds her down and he feels the sparks of her magic zip along his spine - not enough to hurt, but enough to draw another groan from his chest. It isn’t the first time that her magic has been able to spark through despite the collar wrapped around her neck, but that’s to be expected. The ancient relic has suppressed some incredibly powerful beings in the past, but this is the Scarlet Witch, after all.
“What’s the matter, darling?” Stephen coos, tracing his thumb over her flushed cheek as her fists curl tighter into the material of his slacks. “Need a breather?”
He can feel her indignation from her thoughts, making him chuckle as he holds her down a little longer, until her body begins to tremble and another spark of magic flares from her collar. She knows he won’t push her past her limits, and she’s far too stubborn to tap out, but her magic can’t help but respond to her distress. He’s actually quite proud of her discipline.
He always knew he’d make an excellent mentor.
“Fuck,” Stephen groans as he pulls her up and off of his cock with a wet pop of her lips, her chest heaving but her eyes bright with triumph as she holds his gaze. “You’re quite the quick study, aren’t you, little witch?” he muses, wiping away some of the slickness from the corner of her lips, and the sight of her cheeks brightening has his cock twitching impatiently. This woman can knock him flat on his back with a flick of her wrist, yet a simple praise has her blushing and squeezing her legs together.
He tugs her face up to his with the hand still threaded through her hair, locking their lips in a kiss as his other hand slips between her legs and finds the slick folds of her pussy. She’s so wet that he has to wipe off some of that slickness on the inside of her thigh before sinking two fingers into her, and she whimpers into his mouth, rolling her hips against his hand until her nails dig into his biceps and her pussy flutters around his fingers.
Stephen hums in disapproval as he withdraws his hand, smirking at the pout on her lips as she meets his gaze.
“Patience, darling.”
All it takes is those two little words for Wanda to know that she’s about to be undone, and tonight is certainly no exception.
“S-St... ah! Ahh! Stephen, please,” she whines, her back arching off of the mattress as that phantom warmth wraps around her clit once more, making her little bundle throb and her cunt tingle as the strange sensation thrusts deep inside of her. She wants to touch herself, to get that tiny bit of friction she needed to finally relieve the ache, but the grip of Stephen’s magic keeps her wrists pinned helplessly to the bed at her sides, her fingers twisting into the bedsheet as her hips desperately hump the air.
All the while, Stephen stays sitting in the plush leather chair beside their bed, his attention having returned to his book as if Wanda isn’t on the verge of an orgasm right in front of him.
“I can’t,” she pants, gasping as she presses her cheek against the silky sheets and shudders through a particularly harsh ripple of vibrations. “Stephen!”
He chuckles softly. “Darling, you’re not even trying.”
That phantom warmth clamps around her clit again, and Wanda chokes out a cry of frustration as her legs fall open and her pussy clenches around aching emptiness. The tingles slide under her skin, spreading out from her cunt until she feels as if every inch of her is being touched and teased. It might not be as harsh as an actual toy, but somehow this is worse, rewiring every nerve inside of her until as she’s nearly smothered by the thrum of her own arousal. Her nipples feel stiff, her breasts heavy, her sex so slick that she can feel it dripping onto the bedsheet.
“I-I...” Wanda whines, her eyelashes fluttering open, but her plea dies on her tongue when she realizes she’s no longer staring up at their bedroom ceiling. That she’s no longer even in their bedroom.
Oh no.
“Oh yes, little witch,” Stephen retorts, his velvet voice echoing around her as she finds herself surrounded by her own reflection in the shards of the Mirror Dimension that have closed in around her. She looks positively wanton - her cheeks flushed, her lips slick and parted from her heaving pants, her skin lightly sheened with sweat and the folds of her sex glistening from her arousal - and being forced to see it only has her cheeks flushing brighter with embarrassment.
Stephen finds her gaze through the reflection, his eyes glinting with mischief as he settles between her parted thighs. “What’s the rule?” he asks against her skin, licking at some of her slickness.
Wanda sees her own pussy twitch in response, the obscene image surrounding her through the dozens of mirrors.
“Eyes open,” she whispers.
He smirks. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and Wanda feels as if she’s watching in slow motion as he lips descend on her sex - and, knowing Stephen, the seconds likely are as agonizingly long as they feel as his lips wrap around her clit and suck. Except, she doesn’t feel his touch at all.
Not right away, at least.
“O-ohhh,” Wanda moans, suddenly feeling the firm touch of his mouth and the slick press of his tongue a few seconds later. His tongue flattens against her little bud, lapping in short, teasing licks, and Wanda’s eyes flutter as the sensation is once again slow to follow, the anticipation of his touch making it all the more overwhelming when she finally feels the broad strokes of his tongue over her clit.
A snap of his fingers makes her jolt in surprise.
“Eyes open,” he reminds, his hands gripping her hips as his mouth closes over her cunt again, and Wanda is practically shaking when she feels the press of his lips and his tongue on her once more.
It’s the most sinister form of pleasure, to know exactly what’s going to happen just seconds before she can actually feel any of it, and the confusing sensations only work to heighten her arousal until she’s practically trembling from the simple scratch of his stubble against her skin. All the while, it’s as if the Mirror Dimension is closing in on them, smothering her until all she can see and all she can feel is her arousal. It’s not the first time he’s played this game with her before, but he’s never used a trick quite like this, and the edges of her vision become blurry with tears of frustration as he works his tongue and his lips over her sex in the slowest, steadiest kiss.
“Stephen,” she mewls, on the verge of sobbing as he sucks at her clit again, his teeth grazing the throbbing little bundle.
He grazes his knuckles over her hip affectionately, thrusting his tongue into her twitching cunt once, twice, three times, before pulling his mouth off of her with a wet pop. Her lower lip trembles with a cry as he meets her half-lidded gaze, and he reaches up to wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye as his other hand dips between her leg to curl his fingers into her clenching sex.
She whines, and he hums softly as he leans over to take her lips in a tender kiss.
“Patience, darling.”