Metal and Magic (Ch. 19)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Metal and Magic

Chapter 19

Harry sat on the most expensive couch he had ever seen. He had bought Tony a new one after drunkenly showing off his magical skills and accidentally setting the old one on fire. The cushions were deep, the leather was soft and buttery, and the price he paid could have fully furnished two normal houses. Tony had insisted they watch the news. Since becoming a full-time superhero, Tony was always on the lookout for any type of decent action. The new TV was even bigger than the last. Of course, Harry wouldn’t have needed to buy that as well if he hadn’t soaked the last one when trying to extinguish the couch fire. Tony had mounted it on a wall of inch-thick glass panels that overlooked the Malibu coastline. Suddenly, the brunette anchorwoman on the news began talking about their company.

“Sales of Harry & Tony’s Hangover Cure are breaking every record on the books. The supplement, which some critics have called a ‘miracle in a bottle,’ is flying off store shelves faster than distributors can restock them. The only thing growing faster than demand is the number of imitators.”

The feed cut to a video of a mob of college-aged idiots hooting and waving the little glass vials at the camera. Several were already holding up empty bottles as trophies, probably from their previous night’s activities. One frat boy chugged an entire red cup full of beer and immediately tried to do a backflip off a ping-pong table. The camera caught the moment he landed face-first on the linoleum.

Tony cackled loudly at the amusing sight. “That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen.”

Harry chuckled as the guy groaned while his friends pulled him to his feet. “They’re not even paying for that product placement,” he said. “It’s free advertising.”

Tony waved a hand. “It’s better than a Super Bowl commercial. The only thing better is if there had been some hot chicks partying as well. Jarvis, remind me to double the advertising budget anyway. Also, get legal to put out a statement. We don’t want it to seem like we endorse over-consumption. Tell them to do a whole ‘drink responsibly’ thing.”

“Good thinking,” Harry said and finished off his beer with a burp. 

The anchorwoman’s smile seemed a bit brittle. “Sources say the company is unable to keep up with demand. In fact, the makers of the Hangover Cure are reportedly ramping up production by fifty percent. We reached out to Harry Potter, the product’s co-founder, for comment, but received no response.”

Tony turned down the volume and shook his head at the anchorwoman. “That’s the face of a woman who doesn’t drink, or else she’d be on our side,” Tony said. He turned to Harry. “You hear that? ‘Unable to keep up with demand.’ That’s the sound of money being left on the table, my friend.”

Harry nodded and crushed his empty beer can. “I know. We’re running at max capacity at the bottling plant. There’s literally not enough raw ingredients in the L.A. area to meet our current rate of growth. I already ordered ten new mixing tanks that I’ll have to slap some runes on.”

Tony grinned wider. “That’s a good problem to have. It’s the best problem, in fact. I’ve got six hedge fund guys calling me every morning. Three from Singapore, one from Dubai, and at least two angry old-money types from New York. They all want a piece. They’re foaming at the mouth. You could name your price, double it, and they’d still fight over the scraps.”

Harry looked at the TV again. “I’d prefer to keep it just you and me. I really don’t want anyone else to have a say in what we do.”

Tony smacked his shoulder and took a swig from his own beer. “Neither do I. I had had enough of that at Stark Industries. However, we do need to crank up production. You know what comes after demand outstrips supply?” He gestured like a magician revealing the end of a trick. “Premium pricing. You want this stuff? You’ll have to pay through the nose. It’s capitalism. Just because we sell it at a reasonable price doesn’t mean everyone else will. I stopped at a convenience store earlier today, and they were selling them for twenty bucks a pop at the counter. High prices reflect poorly on our brand, even if we’re not the ones doing the mark-ups.”

Harry thought about it. “We’ll have to get another plant … or two. Maybe somewhere in the Midwest, and maybe one on the East Coast.”

Tony nodded. “I’ll call the lawyers. You call your suppliers and find a way to get the raw stuff shipped in bulk. Make it a global operation.”

Harry almost laughed at the idea of going so big so soon, but Tony was already sending texts to someone. Harry’s phone buzzed a second later. It was an email from the plant foreman. The subject was “Overflow.” The body was a single sentence. “We’re going to run out of room by Thursday.” They were bottling so much product that they were running out of space to store it between shipments.

Harry set the phone down. “So, we’re really going to expand so soon after starting?”

Tony was already standing, phone to his ear. “We’re going to change the world, Harry … or at least make it a lot less hungover.”

Harry looked at the ocean outside the glass wall. The sun was setting, and the sky burned orange. The waves were rough, and the water was a stormy gray. Harry grinned and grabbed an empty sample bottle off the table. He held it to his nose, sniffed it, and grimaced at the smell. “Still gross,” he said, wrinkling his nose. “But as long as it works …”

Tony didn’t even look up. “That’s all that matters,” he said. “That’s all anyone wants … a little bit of magic in a bottle.”

They sat there for a while longer, watching the news talk about them like they were some kind of story. Harry didn’t mind it as much as he thought he would.

Metal and Magic

Natasha left Fury’s office in a mood that was somewhere between boredom and annoyance. She had delivered the status update, heard the usual chain of sarcasm and impossible requests, and watched Fury’s one good eye twitch every time she corrected him. Now, in the outer corridor, the air smelled like gun oil and cheap cologne. Natasha moved through the noise and security checks with an easy, feline stride.

At the end of the hall, Maria was perched at the empty reception desk, one leg crossed over the other while looking through her phone. She wore a gray pencil skirt and a powder-blue blouse that should have looked bland, but on her it looked quite sexy. She didn’t acknowledge Natasha at first, but that didn’t stop her from opening her mouth.

“Did you get what you wanted?” Maria asked, never looking up from her phone. She knew Natasha was trying to get permission to go on a leave of absence from other missions so she could focus on Harry.

“Mostly,” Natasha replied, pausing at the water cooler. She poured herself a paper cup and drank it all in one go.

Maria set her phone down. Her smile was like a razor. “Fury never gives up anything without a good reason.”

Natasha shrugged. “Anyone can be persuaded.”

“Is that how you hooked up with Harry?” Maria asked. The question was too casual, which meant it was loaded.

Natasha pretended to ponder. “He doesn’t seem like the type who needs much persuading. At least not with me.”

Maria gave a light laugh, slightly clipped at the end. “I guess so. You’ve always had a way with men … and they’ve certainly had their way with you.”

Natasha smiled back, her lips flat and unmoved. “Now, now, Maria … Don’t sell yourself short. He seems to like you well enough, so I don’t think he’s too picky.”

Maria picked up her phone, flicked her thumb, then set it down again. “He was picky last night,” she said. “He picked me.”

Natasha imagined gouging Maria’s perfect teeth out with the corner of the reception counter, but she didn’t let it show. “You two must have had a lot to talk about.”

Maria stretched her arms overhead. “It wasn’t all talking,” she said. She arched her back so her blouse rode up, flashing a strip of her toned stomach. “I was so tired after, I almost overslept my meeting with Fury. It was worth it, though.”

Natasha leaned against the water cooler. “He must be getting good practice with all the… team building.”

Maria snorted. “You’re funny. I think that’s why he keeps you around. I’m more of a hands-on learner.”

Natasha thought about a dozen ways to ruin Maria’s day, but it wouldn’t help. Maria was already glowing and basking in her pathetic little win. So Natasha went for the long game. “You should let him rest tonight,” she said. “He’s out on another emergency with Stark. They’re somewhere in the Caribbean.”

Maria’s eyes flashed. “That’s fine. I’ll just stay at his place and wait for him.” She stood and smoothed her skirt. “Maybe I’ll cook him breakfast in the morning. He really loves it when I do that, you know.”

Natasha smiled politely. “I didn’t know you could cook.”

Maria smiled right back and smirked. “You’d be amazed at what I can do if I put my mind to it.” She turned and walked away, her hips swaying with the subtle confidence of a woman who thought she’d already won.

Natasha waited until Maria was out of sight. Then she reached for her phone and dialed Harry’s number, but didn’t hit send. She stared at the screen for a long moment, then put the phone away and walked down the hall, heels clicking like tiny gunshots. This wasn’t the time to be rash. She needed to stop and think for a moment. Natasha was not losing to a woman who thought a breakfast omelet was the endgame … not a chance.

Metal and Magic

Harry was eating leftover Thai food on the couch when his phone rang with an incoming call from Natasha. He hadn’t heard from her in a few days and thought that she might have been out on another mission. “Hello?”

“Hi, stranger,” Natasha said. Her voice was sweet, which meant she was about to manipulate him.

Harry put his fork down and wiped his lips with a paper napkin. “Hey Natasha. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me,” he teased.

“Not a chance. I’ve been down in San Diego. My cousin went down there on vacation, and I decided to drop in on her,” she said, providing an obviously fake explanation for her absence. It sounded so believable coming from her soft, sweet, lying lips. Harry couldn’t help but smile. “I’m back now, and I was hoping we could make up for lost time.”

“Is that so?” Harry said through his smile.

“Yep! However, that’s not why I called. I have a heavy dresser in my bedroom and no one to help move it. Do you think you could spare a minute?”

Harry was not fooled by the bait, but he wasn’t about to say no. “Sure. I’ll be there in an hour.”

“That’s perfect,” she purred. “See you soon, Harry.”

He quickly finished his food, brushed his teeth, changed into a clean shirt, and drove to her place. The traffic was as bad as always, but he made it with a few minutes to spare. He pulled into the driveway of the small, unassuming house and turned off the ignition. Harry didn’t bother knocking. They were supposedly dating after all. He stepped inside, and the cool air smelled like vanilla.

“Natasha?” he called out after not seeing her in the living room.

“I’m in the bedroom!” she yelled back.

Harry walked down the hall, which was lined with black-and-white photos of European cities. They were all generic space fillers. The place was cleaner than any apartment he had ever seen, but he wasn’t surprised. Natasha didn’t even really live there.

When he got to the bedroom, the door was half open. He pushed it wider and nearly lost his balance. Natasha was perched on the edge of her bed, legs crossed, wearing what could only be described as a strip of red silk glued to her body. The fabric clung to every curve, and the neckline dropped so low her breasts looked like they might burst free at any second. The hem didn’t cover anything. Harry could see the tops of her thighs, and when she uncrossed her legs, he got a flash of shaved pussy lips.

She smiled at his reaction. “Do you like it?”

Harry stared, then smirked. “You said you needed to move a dresser.”

She slid off the bed and approached. The red silk did little to hide her body. The curves were all incredible. The skin was flawless, and every movement was deliberately sexy. She stopped right in front of him and leaned in close enough that he could feel the heat of her skin.

“I did,” Natasha said, her voice low and husky. “But I thought you could help me with something else first.” She grabbed his belt and pulled him into the room. The door closed with a soft click behind him.

Natasha yanked Harry’s belt so hard that his hips slammed into hers. He caught her by the waist, and she twisted, pinning his arms against his sides. Her mouth found his, and she bit his lower lip, just hard enough to hurt. Harry tried to say something, but her tongue slid into his mouth and muted him.

He barely noticed her walking them backward until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. Natasha shoved him down. Harry landed on his ass, and she climbed onto his lap. The silk nightgown fell open at the front, exposing both breasts. Harry stared at the perfect curves of her breasts, and the pink circles of her nipples were already tight and rosy.

She planted her knees on either side of his thighs. Her bare pussy was right there, already wet enough to glisten. Natasha started grinding against the bulge in his jeans. The friction felt incredibly good. Harry gripped her ass, and she drove herself down harder, rubbing her pussy against his covered cock. She made a low, rough sound and pressed even harder.

“Jesus, Natasha,” Harry groaned as he played with her naked ass.

“Don’t talk,” Natasha told him.

He didn’t, and she ground faster. The motion made her breasts jiggle and then bounce, and Harry couldn’t help but reach up and squeeze them. The skin was soft, warm, and heavy, and Harry’s fingers easily found the crinkled tips of her nipples. He twisted her nipples, and Natasha shuddered, then smacked his hands away and pinned them on her bare thighs.

She leaned forward, her breasts swaying inches from his face. “You’re going to do exactly what I say,” Natasha told him. She left no room for debate.

“Sure,” was all he could say, but she pressed a finger over his lips, then kissed him again. The weight of her body kept him pinned, and her hips never stopped moving.

She released his wrists and went for his jeans. She had his fly open before he could blink. She yanked them down, taking his boxers with them. Harry’s cock sprang out, flushed and already leaking from the tip. Natasha looked at it, then at Harry. She smirked, obviously liking what she saw.

“God, I love how big you are,” she said. Then she slid off his lap, dropped to her knees, and wrapped her hand around his cock. She stroked it slowly and deeply, working it from the base up to the head. Natasha then put her mouth on the head and started sucking him, hard and fast.

Harry groaned as he felt her tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft. She took him deep, almost all the way down her throat, then pulled back and swirled her tongue around the head. Natasha’s hand worked the shaft at the same time, twisting in perfect rhythm. The pressure built too fast. She sucked harder, then popped him out of her mouth, a string of saliva stretching from her lips to his cock.

She licked her lips. “Lie back,” she ordered.

Harry eagerly followed her request. Natasha peeled off the silk nightgown in one smooth move. Her curvy body was a work of art. Her breasts were large and heavy, with wide, perfect areolas and dark pink nipples. Her stomach was flat, her hips wide, and her thighs were pale and shapely. Her pussy was hairless, smooth, and blushing pink with arousal.

She straddled him again, but this time she didn’t grind. She just held herself above his cock, letting the tip of his head rest against her open slit. She leaned forward and let her breasts dangle over his face. “You can touch them now,” she said, her voice softer now.

Harry cupped both breasts and squeezed. The weight was perfect, and her nipples were as hard as beads. He put one in his mouth and sucked, while his other hand went to her ass. Natasha moaned and started stroking his cock again, teasing him with slow jerks of her hand. The head mashed into her damp slit, and she used it to massage her clit. She liked to be in control, and Harry could tell she was holding back.

He let go of her nipple, kissed the underside of her breast, and said, “You can do whatever you want to me.”

Natasha looked at him with a predatory smile. “Good.”

She shifted her hips, rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit, then hovered with it poised at her entrance. Instead of sitting down, she planted her feet on the bed, squatted over him, and spread her pussy with two fingers. The lips parted, revealing shiny, pink flesh. Her clit was visible. It was hard and begging for attention.

Harry watched as she lowered herself, very slowly, until the tip pressed against her opening. Then she stopped. “You want it?” Natasha asked, her voice ragged.

“Yeah,” Harry shuddered as he caressed her silky smooth thighs.

She didn’t move. She made him wait. The tension made his whole body shake. After a full five seconds, she dropped her hips and took him all the way in, bottoming out with a slap of flesh. Harry almost came right then. The heat and tightness of her pussy were unreal. Her flesh pulsated around him, squeezing in perfect waves. Natasha leaned forward and kissed him, soft this time, and started rolling her hips.

She never took her eyes off his. “You better last until I cum first …,” she said. “ … or I’ll be pissed.”

Harry dug his fingers into her ass and tried not to explode inside her. She rode him slowly at first, rolling her hips in circles. She then moved faster, jerking her hips from front to back. Her large, perky tits swung with every bounce. She reached back, grabbed his balls, and squeezed lightly. The sensation was enough to make him bite his lip.

He felt her pussy get even tighter as she neared her own orgasm. Natasha ground herself against him, and Harry reached between her legs and rubbed her swollen, aching clit. She let out a guttural groan and slammed her hips down, shuddering as she came. Her pussy clenched, and Harry couldn’t hold back. He came inside her, pumping her full of his seed.

Natasha stayed on top, letting her contracting pussy milk every drop from his bloated sack, then she leaned down and kissed his lips. She didn’t say anything for a while. Harry just breathed and watched her healthy tits jiggle in front of him.

After a minute, she slid off him and lay next to him on the bed. Her legs were open, her pussy leaking his cum onto the sheets. She looked over at him, her eyes heavy. “Are you up for another round?” she asked through heavy breaths.

“You better believe it,” Harry said, as he cupped a breast and gently rubbed circles over her nipple with the pad of his thumb. Natasha shuddered and grabbed his cock. 

Harry kicked off his shoes and then his jeans the rest of the way and pulled his shirt over his head. Natasha was already fingering herself with two fingers inside her pussy and a third circling her clit. Her breasts bounced with the motion, and she didn’t break eye contact. She wanted him to watch.

He climbed on top of her, shoved her thighs apart, and lined up. Natasha dug her nails into his hips and pulled him in, hissing as his cock slid inside. Her silky walls stretched around his girth, and a pulse of pleasure raced up her spine. Her pussy was even tighter now and slick with their mixed fluids. He started moving, angling his thrusts to hit her favorite spot, but she locked her ankles behind his back and forced him deeper.

She kissed him hard, letting their lips dance together before sucking his tongue into her mouth. The thick smell of sex hung in the air and made their heads swim. Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck, and her muscles flexed with every thrust.

He tried to pace himself, but she wouldn’t let him. Natasha rolled him over, straddling his hips again. She rode him like she wanted to break him in half. Her pussy squeezed him in rhythmic waves, and her hips slammed down, grinding hard on every downstroke.

Harry grabbed her ass and pulled her down even harder. She leaned forward, the swing of her breasts putting her nipple right at his mouth. He sucked it in and gently bit it. Natasha moaned, grabbed the back of his head, and pressed him deeper into her chest.

She shifted her weight and bounced on his cock, using him as leverage. The wet, sticky sounds of her pussy filled the room. She braced herself on his chest, and Harry switched to her other nipple, sucking it until it turned dark pink.

Her pussy clamped down, and Harry felt her orgasm start. She wailed, a short, pleasured sound, and her whole body shook. The grip of her pussy was relentless. It set off his own orgasm, and he groaned, grabbed her hips, and emptied inside her. Spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum coated her insides. Natasha stayed on top until his cock softened and slipped out. She collapsed next to him, her chest heaving. For a while, they just lay there, breathing heavily.

She curled into him, the insides of her thighs sticky with their combined mess. Harry didn’t bother cleaning up. He put his arm around her waist and closed his eyes. Natasha rested her head on his shoulder. “That was exactly what I needed,” she murmured.

Harry yawned and held her tighter. “Me too.”

Natasha smiled, already drifting off. She kissed his neck and snuggled in deeper.

Metal and Magic

It was pitch black when Natasha woke up again, but she didn’t want to move. Harry’s face was resting between her pillowy tits, and his slow, steady breathing was pleasantly tickling her skin. Her body was pressed tightly to his, and her face was buried in his messy hair.

Natasha heard Harry’s phone begin to vibrate. She quietly slid out of bed with a predatory stealth, rummaged through his jeans on the floor, and came up with the phone. The screen lit her face in blue light. It was Maria.

Natasha smirked, scampered out of the room, and answered the phone before Maria could hang up. “Harry’s phone,” she said in a sickly sweet voice.

There was a long pause, then Maria’s voice answered, sounding brittle and forced. “I thought he was supposed to be resting tonight, Natasha?” The way Maria said her name made Natasha smile with vindictive pleasure. 

Natasha poked her head into her room and saw Harry in bed, sound asleep. “He is resting. He looks quite peaceful. Sorry, but did you need something?”

Natasha thought she heard Maria snarl, but her voice came out flat. “Just tell him I called.”

Natasha made a thoughtful noise. “Will do. Oh, and Maria?”

“Yes?”

“Maybe wait a while before you try again. He’s really, really tired.”

She ended the call, slipped back into the room, and put Harry’s phone back into his jeans pocket. Natasha then crawled back in next to Harry, kissed his shoulder, and closed her eyes. Harry immediately scooted closer to her and wrapped his arm around her waist. Natasha smiled widely. She always enjoyed winning.