Metal and Magic (Ch. 16)

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

Metal and Magic

Chapter 16

Maria lay flat on her back, arms overhead, and her hair fanned out over the plush pillow. The sheets were soft and cool against her skin. Her only clothes were a pair of dark blue panties that were damp in the center and wedged up into her slit. Harry knelt beside her, his cock fully hard and resting against her stomach. He loomed over her with a smile that made Maria tremble.

His mouth found her nipple, and he gently bit down. Maria bucked her hips and gasped. Her right breast squashed against his face. It was pale and lightly freckled, and her nipple was stiff and blushing pink. Harry sucked it until her breast stretched, distorting the circle of her areola, and then he released her with a wet pop.

“Jesus Christ, Harry,” she said, breathing heavily.

He kissed her other nipple. She shivered from the hard, wiggling pressure of his tongue. Harry closed his lips and slowly sucked with long pulls that made her nipple throb. He rolled it between his teeth, holding her gaze. Maria felt her heart pound. She raised her hands and jammed his head down, smothering him in her cleavage.

He laughed, his mouth still full. Maria arched her back, her breasts rising like two swollen domes. Harry licked the sweat off the valley between them, then traced the undersides, nuzzling the soft weight of them against his cheeks. He slid down, dragging his tongue down her cleavage, leaving a streak of wet warmth.

Her panties were a darker shade between her thighs now. He sucked on her nipple again, and his tongue flicked rapidly and lightly over the hard bead. Maria’s legs twitched. She squeezed them together, feeling her pussy throb and the wet fabric stick to her lips. Harry trailed both hands over her ribs, kneading her flesh as he went. He then slid a hand under the waistband of her underwear and just held it there.

“You’re soaking,” he said.

Maria shuddered as Harry played with the delicate skin of her smooth mound. Harry moved lower, kissing her stomach. Her stomach flinched as Harry peppered kissed down her silky skin. He stopped at her belly button, pressed the tip of his tongue into it, and wiggled it side to side. Maria burst out laughing, then stifled it with the back of her hand.

“That tickles,” she said.

“Sorry.” Harry chuckled and licked her again. He then nipped gently at the rim. He kissed his way down until his nose was pressed into the waistband of her panties. Maria felt his hot breath through the thin cotton, right against her clit.

Harry hooked his thumbs into her underwear and slowly pulled it down, dragging it over her hips, then her thighs, then her calves. He bunched them up and tossed them over his shoulder. Maria’s pussy was smooth and bare. Her mound was puffy, flushed a deep, feverish pink. The lips were parted and glistening, and the inner folds were pale and almost swollen. The clit jutted out, hard as a pebble. Harry spread her knees with both hands, and Maria let him. He dropped to his elbows, face level with her pussy, and stared at it like he wanted to memorize every detail.

“You have such a sexy pussy,” he complimented her, lightly dragging his fingertip along the length of her damp slit. 

“Are you just going to sit there and stare?” she asked in a hoarse voice. She then draped her legs over his shoulders.

He leaned forward and licked her from asshole to clit, and Maria gasped. Harry lapped at her folds, savoring her musky flavor. Then he pressed his mouth right up to her pussy and sucked her clit between his lips. Maria squirmed, her thighs clamping against the sides of his head. Harry didn’t stop. He sucked harder and rolled his tongue over her clit in tight, rapid circles. Maria clawed at the sheets and let out a high-pitched squeal. Her legs trembled, and her pussy felt like it was on fire.

“Oh, god … don’t stop,” she begged.

Harry made a noise in his throat and sucked harder. His hands gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. Maria’s hips rose off the bed. She was moaning loudly, every sound bouncing off the high ceilings and the glass. She felt herself come apart, and the orgasm came quick and clean in a wave of heat running from her spine to her toes. She could feel her pussy squeeze and spasm against his tongue.

Harry kept licking her quivering pussy. He milked every last tremor out of her body, then finally let go. He looked up at her, his lips glossy with her pussy juice. Maria stared at the ceiling, her chest heaving and mouth open. She tried to remember how to talk, but it was gone. Her thighs still quivered. Harry crawled up and settled between her parted legs, his cock hard and resting against her belly.

Maria barely had time to recover. Harry’s weight pressed against her inner thighs, his cock nudging the raw, swollen slit of her pussy. Maria could feel her heart hammering against her ribcage, still pounding from the last orgasm. She looked up and found his face hovering above hers. His black hair was messy, and his eyes were bright and focused.

He kissed her hard, his tongue pushing past her lips, and Maria tasted herself on him. She moaned and bit his lower lip, not letting go until he groaned into her mouth. His hips rolled, and the head of his cock pressed against her entrance. Maria gripped his sides, feeling the taut cords of muscles flex under her fingers. She pulled him down, loving the feel of his weight. She needed to be filled.

Harry braced himself on his elbows. His cock pressed against her opening, and he easily parted her plump lips. Maria cried out. The stretch was almost painful, but thankfully, the pleasure quickly overwhelmed it. Harry went slow, inching deeper. Maria’s body clenched around him, greedy and desperate.

“Shit,” he gasped, his voice heavy. “You feel …”

“Shut up and fuck me,” Maria hissed, digging her nails into his back.

He snapped his hips forward and buried himself to the hilt. Maria gasped, then wildly cried out. Harry buried his face in her neck and sucked on her delicate skin. He pulled back, then slammed in again, driving the breath from her lungs. Maria hooked her legs around his waist. She dug her heels into his ass, using him for leverage, and met every thrust with her own. Each stroke sent a ripple of pleasure through her. Her pussy was fluttering, raw, and still sensitive from the first orgasm, but hungry for more. Harry’s rhythm picked up, faster and rougher. Their bodies slapped together, their skin hot and slick.

She looked up at him. Harry’s handsome face was tight with concentration. His eyes were shut, and sweat was beading at his hairline. He bit his lip, breathing through his nose. Maria wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him in. She licked the sweat from his jaw. “God, you’re sexy,” she said, smiling through the haze.

“So are you,” he managed while fucking her harder, his cock punching into her so deep she could feel it in her gut.

Maria’s hands roamed his body, grabbing his ass, his shoulders, and his hair. She liked the way his body felt. It was hard and lean, and his skin was surprisingly soft and smooth. She liked the look of him losing control. She started grinding up against him, her clit mashed between their bodies. Every thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through her.

The orgasm came on suddenly in a flood of heat and pressure. Maria arched her back, eyes wide, and howled as her pussy clamped down, milking Harry for everything he had. She felt herself gush around him, her pussy juice streaming out and pooling under her ass. Harry grunted, thrust three more times, and came inside her, his cock pulsing against her walls.

They stayed locked together, shaking. Maria’s thighs trembled uncontrollably, and Harry let his weight collapse on top of her. She felt his heart pounding against her chest, loud as a war drum. She ran her fingers through his hair, slow and soothing, until the world stopped spinning.

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The room was quiet. Outside, the moonlight rippled against the surface of the ocean, silent behind the thick pane of glass. Harry was breathing slowly and steadily, lips slightly parted, with one arm slung over Maria’s ribs. She lay naked on her side, her pussy feeling raw from hours of nonstop fucking. She waited for his breathing to settle, then, slowly and carefully, she slid out from under his arm. Maria quietly padded to the corner, pulled on a soft white robe, and cinched it tight. She glanced back at the bed. Harry hadn’t moved. ‘Good,’ she thought. 

She slipped into the hallway. The lights were dim, and the floor was cool under her bare feet. Maria moved silently as a ghost, keeping close to the wall. She made it past the kitchen, the empty living room, and down a short hall lined with abstract art. The house was enormous, and she hadn’t seen half of it. She found the stairs to the lower level and padded down them. 

The door hissed open. The underground garage was cold and full of complex equipment. A set of worktables took up the far side, and on one of them sat two Iron Man helmets, side by side. Maria whistled under her breath. To the left were two complete suits of armor. The first was obviously the Iron Man suit. The red and gold colors instantly gave it away. The second was mostly glossy black, but trimmed in chrome. This was the suit she was most interested in.

She walked over, examining them. Both were cold to the touch. She rapped her knuckles on the chest and heard a metallic clank. She recognized Tony Stark’s handiwork. It matched all the pictures she had seen, but the second suit … it was newer and sleeker, like it was built for speed. She felt a jolt of satisfaction. Fury’s hunch was correct. She pulled out her phone, snapped a picture, and e-mailed it to the secure SHIELD address.

“Find what you were looking for?” said a voice behind her.

Maria spun. Harry was standing in the doorway, shirtless, and his pajama bottoms were slung low. His arms were folded. He was smiling like someone who clearly knew they had the upper hand. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” Maria said, shrugging. Even though she was acting casual, her heart was pounding in her chest. “Thought I’d stretch my legs.”

Harry nodded, stepping closer. He looked tired, but alert. “Mmhmm.” He walked up to the black suit and slapped his hand against the metal shoulder. “Not bad, huh?” he asked her. 

“They’re amazing,” Maria said, pretending to be a typical fan girl. “Does this mean that you’re …” Her voice caught. She finished her sentence by pointing at the black armor. 

Harry chuckled and nodded. He already knew that SHIELD strongly suspected that he was the other idiot flying around LA with Tony. Harry had a feeling that he might have to have a conversation with this Nick Fury character sooner or later. “Wow!” Maria exclaimed with wide eyes. 

“Keep this a secret, okay?” Harry said. “It’s important to protect my identity,” he told her. 

“I will,” she stated with certainty, nodding her head. Harry smiled cheekily at her. 

“Promise?” he asked in a sing-song voice. Again, Maria nodded.

“I promise,” she told him. Harry smiled kindly at her. 

“Good,” he said, walking over to her. Maria sneakily tucked her phone away. Harry stepped in, closing the distance, and put a hand on her hip. “Come back to bed,” he said. He pulled her body against his, and Maria could feel that his erection was back in full force. She knew exactly what was going to happen once they were back in the room. Harry took her hand. She let him lead her, not looking back.

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Maria sat in the back of a black sedan. It was barely dawn, and the sky was a blur of oranges and reds. She checked the side mirror. Fury was here. He slid into the passenger seat, trench coat flapping, and his black eyepatch was crooked over one eye. He said nothing for a long moment. He just stared out the window as the city began to wake.

“Well?” he said, finally.

Maria reached into her pocket and fished out her phone before handing it to him. “Got visual confirmation. Two suits. Stark’s handiwork, but the new one’s for Harry. He told me himself.”

Fury scrolled through the photos. He grunted a low sound of approval. “I knew it. They must be really close if Stark trusts him with one of his suits. How did you get the info out of him?”

Maria shot him a glare. “Are you asking because you care, or because you want a play-by-play?”

He smiled, his teeth white against his dark skin. “I want results, Hill. And you’re delivering.”

Maria leaned back, stretching her neck. She was tired. Her whole body ached. Thankfully, it was the good kind of ache. “You want me to keep going?” she asked.

Fury tucked the phone away. “No. You’re done. Romanoff’s back in town. She’ll take it from here.”

The words hit harder than she expected. Maria’s jaw clenched. “You don’t trust me to get the job done?”

“I trust you, but Natasha’s… better at this kind of close work.”

Maria laughed, bitter. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“She’s better at not getting attached,” Fury said, voice flat. “You’re not used to this kind of work,” he reminded her. 

Maria looked out the window, watched people jogging past in matching neon gear. “You really want me to walk away? Remember, I’ve got an in to his new company,” she reminded her boss. Fury thought about it for a second and nodded. 

“You can stay on. Keep him busy, but remember, Romanoff’s in charge now. Understood?”

She nodded, stiff. “Crystal.”

Fury opened the door, paused. “Don’t take it personal, Hill. You’re the best I’ve got.”

He slammed the door and was gone, swallowed by the pedestrians and traffic. Maria sat for a long time, staring at nothing, fists tight in her lap. She didn’t care what Fury said. She was second in command, and there was no way she was going to take a back seat to Natasha. All Maria had to do was ensure that Harry was always coming back to her for more. Maria smirked and started the ignition before pulling out into traffic, tires squealing. 

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Los Angeles was an ugly mess from above. The city wasn’t the glimmering grid of stars you saw in movies, at least not from the air. Instead, a soupy layer of smog blanketed everything. Freeways bled out in every direction, with bumper-to-bumper traffic. Harry hovered a thousand feet up, the wind shouldering the suit back and forth. His faceplate was down, and his HUD was filled with never-ending updates across his vision. He tried not to look straight down. Even this high, LA had a smell of burnt rubber, industrial solvents, and exhaust fumes. The suit filtered most of it out, but some still got through.

Next to him, Tony hovered with perfect stability, his arms folded and his helmet open so his face was visible in the waning light. Tony was talking, which he did constantly, and Harry had learned to tune out most of it, replying only when the man’s tone indicated a need for feedback.

“I’m telling you, the Board’s a bunch of vampires,” Tony said, his voice sharp and clear in the comms. “You step down, you expect a little gratitude, not a coup d’etat … but no, it’s always, ‘Tony, what about the quarterly numbers, Tony, where’s the next product cycle, Tony, are you drunk right now?’”

Harry almost smiled. “Are you?”

“No, I’m not drunk right now. I’m pissed. There’s a difference.” Tony said as he recalibrated his thrusters. “You try running Stark Industries for so long and see if you don’t develop a taste for single malt at mid-morning.”

“Uh-huh,” Harry said. The wind grabbed him hard, and he wobbled, nearly twenty degrees off axis, before the suit’s stabilizers yanked him upright. He pretended it hadn’t happened. He kept his eyes locked ahead, but he caught Tony’s smirk in his periphery.

“Easy, rookie,” Tony teased. “The suit’s got auto-stabilizers if you let them do their job.”

“I like flying manual,” Harry deadpanned.

Tony rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but smile. “You say that now. Have you ever tried to hover in crosswinds for six hours? Your ass will never forgive you.”

Harry didn’t reply. He was more interested in the city below. He watched the way the lights clustered, broke apart, then reformed in different patterns as they moved west. He watched ambulances and police cars swarm an intersection near the 101, then fade away. Nothing lasted in LA.

A gust pushed them south. Tony adjusted his position, his thrusters hissing as he floated directly in front of Harry’s line of sight. “You know, we could be in Rio right now. I get free comped rooms. The girls are friendlier. The food doesn’t taste like recycled cardboard.”

Harry shrugged inside the suit, which translated to a metallic twitch. “Anytime you want to head south of the border, just let me know, and I’ll be the first on the plane.”

The comms pinged, and a quick blip signaled something new. It was the LAPD band. Harry’s HUD translated the chatter automatically …187 in progress, vehicle pursuit, Wilshire.

Tony grinned excitedly. There was finally some action worthy of Iron Man. “It’s showtime.”

He peeled off, a blur of red and gold slicing through the air. Harry gunned the repulsors and chased after him. The inertia strained his muscles for a second, then released as they dropped altitude. The blue dot on the HUD … the suspect’s car … moved fast, weaving through side streets and up onto the main highway.

They dove lower, fifteen stories up … then ten. Harry heard the roar of Tony’s suit’s jets. He saw Tony arc ahead of him, banking hard to the left. The suspect’s car was a cherry-red Charger, pushing ninety, and it plowed through a red light, scattering a pack of pedestrians in a crosswalk. Harry flinched from the close call. He tracked the car, eyes flickering to the rear. Two black-and-whites were half a block behind, lights and sirens screaming. A third was closing in from the east, but the Charger was faster, and the driver was reckless.

Tony matched the car’s speed and circled above it, scanning with a quick lateral pass. “One occupant,” he said in the comms, “Male … maybe late twenties.”

Harry lined up with the Charger, descending fast. “What’d he do?”

Tony’s HUD flickered. “Triple homicide, according to dispatch. Looks like a family thing. Guy shot his wife, her boyfriend, and then the boyfriend’s brother. It’s dark, even for LA.”

Harry winced. “That’s definitely not good.”

“Exactly. That’s why we hit hard. Take the right flank, I’ll go for the driver’s side.”

They dove in tandem, splitting to either side of the Charger as it hit an on-ramp for the 405. The driver spotted them because the car jerked right, then left, swerving violently as if he could shake two men wearing several million dollars’ worth of bleeding-edge tech.

Tony wobbled his suit, shifting into a near-horizontal position, then tapped lightly at the car’s roof. “Hey, asshole,” he said over the suit’s loudspeaker.  “Pull over. You’re only making it worse.”

The driver didn’t, obviously. He revved the Charger’s engine and tried to sideswipe Tony, but the suit was out of the way before the car could even close the gap. Harry shadowed the passenger side, running a full scan. The driver’s hands were white-knuckled on the wheel. The man was talking to himself, maybe saying a prayer, or maybe muttering a threat. On the seat next to him was a snub-nosed revolver and a half-eaten taco.

Tony nosed ahead of the car and braked, hovering directly in its path. The driver swore and swerved again, fishtailing wildly. Harry saw the angle, dropped down, and grabbed the Charger’s undercarriage. The weight shocked him at first. It was more mass and more torque than he was used to, but the suit handled it. The car’s rear wheels spun in the air, then lost traction as Harry lifted, dragging it a foot off the asphalt.

Tony came around, grabbed the front end, and with a coordinated lift, they elevated the Charger clear off the ground. The driver’s head smacked the headrest, and the revolver clattered to the floor. The sirens behind them got louder and closer.

“Where should we set him down?” Harry asked.

Tony scanned, then a point pinged on Harry’s HUD. “There. Abandoned lot, two blocks east. Less chance of collateral damage.”

They flew the car like a really crappy parade float, trailing sparks and oil. The driver screamed curses at them, but it was muffled by the glass. Tony angled downward, and Harry matched him, the lot looming up beneath them. Two homeless men watched, slack-jawed, as the Charger descended into a perfect landing, tires screeching as it hit concrete.

The moment the wheels touched down, Tony ripped the driver’s side door off its hinges. It made a cartoonish metal shriek. The driver punched at Tony, which had the same effect as attacking a brick wall. Tony yanked him out by the collar, spun him once, and dumped him face-first onto the pavement. Harry walked over and stood to the side, arms folded, watching.

The LAPD cruisers arrived in a storm of noise and light. Cops spilled out, guns drawn, but nobody fired. Tony raised his hands, palms up in a gesture of peace. “All yours, gentlemen,” he called out with a Broadway flourish.

One of the cops, a stocky Asian woman with a tired face, approached warily. “You guys couldn’t just block the road?” she asked. It was clear this poor woman was overworked and needed a long vacation.

Tony grinned. “That’s less fun.”

“Thanks, I guess,” she said. She cuffed the driver, who was still howling about his constitutional rights.

Harry looked back at the car. There was almost no damage, except for the missing door, which Tony tossed aside like a discarded burrito wrapper. He felt a surge of satisfaction. It had gone well.

Tony sidled up next to him. “That was pretty fun, huh?”

Harry nodded. “There are worse ways to spend an afternoon. You could still be in a board meeting.”

Tony nudged him. “You hungry?”

Harry smiled cheekily under the helmet. “I could eat. I’m really in the mood for tacos.”

Tony chuckled as the two men shot up into the air and away from the screaming murderer.