"How does it look?" Natasha asked Nebula as she slipped into a black catsuit in her living quarters.
Though it wasn't her original outfit, it felt comfortable all the same. Thanos decided that the Red Order's uniform for going on missions would be catsuits similar to the Black Widow's original costume. However they differed in many ways. Each of them were capable of changing colour based on the wearer's desire, also were suited to adapt to nearly all environments imaginable – even space.
"Sexy, like you do in everything." Nebula replied, standing in her matching suit, except in a shade of dark red. The suit fitted Nebula perfectly, just tight enough to highlight the outline of her curvaceous body. She looked even better in motion, Natasha noted as the blue woman strutted towards her.
Warm fingers wrapped around Natasha's hips, sending tingles throughout her body. The suit was so thin that it felt like Nebula's fingers were on Natasha's naked body.
"But damn do I want to see you naked right now Natty…" Nebula whispered before pecking Natasha's neck with wet kissed. Not sure if it was the kisses, Nebula's seductive voice, or the fact that she used her nickname, but Natasha's whole body felt hot with arousal. She was ready to take Nebula right then and there but then she remembered—
"But the mission babe…"
Of course the reason why they were playing dress up to begin with. As part of Thanos' plan to be more helpful to the universe, he decided to work with the galactic republic with the greatest influence: the Kree Empire. After some back and forth communication between them, the Kree informed Thanos that they were being harassed by a wanted criminal with incredible power who goes by the name 'Captain Marvel'. And they made sure that when they meant 'wanted' they meant dead or alive.
Allegedly, this Captain Marvel betrayed the Kree after they gave her power, and after aligning herself with their mortal enemies, the Skrull, threatened to crumble their empire. The so-called menace peaked Thanos' attention when he tried to use the mind stone to locate her, but found it impossible due to her being powered the space stone. Only able to pinpoint her power energy, Thanos located her on a desolate planet outside of the Kree's reach, where the Sanctuary II was currently heading.
Thanos tasked the Red Order to accompany him to search the planet for her, and gave them protective uniforms in case she was hostile.
"I know, I know but we have a bit of time." Nebula pleaded. "And besides, it's not like we'd be the only ones…" As if cued, Wanda's moaning pierced through the wall between the rooms, where no doubt Proxima had her in a compromising position.
Ever since Wanda first came on board and was trained by Proxima, the two have practically been joined to the hip. Or more accurately, joined to the crotch. Which shouldn't have been surprising, given Proxima's need to dominate, and Wanda's desire to please a dominate figure. But that didn't stop Natasha from being shocked, and honestly jealous. Wanda never called her 'mommy' anymore, hell she barely even interacted with Natasha anymore. Natasha went from being the girl's mentor, role model, the one who took her oh-so special virginity, to practically becoming a stranger.
The only time Natasha finally had the opportunity to fuck Wanda was the recruitment, since then only Proxima has fucked the girl. With the exception of Thanos who, after Wanda's vigorous training, was finally able to fit in Wanda and branded her, officially marking her as one of the Red Order.
But the worst of it all was the moaning. Always with the moaning. No matter where Natasha was in the ship, she could hear the sounds of Proxima being balls deep in Wanda. It was so constant where it was at the point where someone could be convinced the ship was haunted.
Every time she heard or saw Wanda and Proxima, all these annoying, inconvenient feelings of jealousy made Natasha blood boil.
Natasha attempted to dash her jealousy aside, focusing on the woman who deserved her undivided attention.
"Mmmm… God dammit, why do you have to be so cute?" Natasha groaned before she softly pressed her lips against Nebula's. As their tongues played with each other, Natasha cupped Nebula's cheeks so she could kiss Nebula even harder. With Wanda's sounds of pleasure serving as white noise, Nebula moaned on Natasha's tongue, vibrating it. Though she wanted to stay lost in the passionate kiss as long as she could, Natasha knew time was of the essence.
Reluctantly, Natasha broke the kiss, then playfully pushed Nebula onto the bed before sinking to her knees. After many, many, love making sessions, Nebula knew exactly what Natasha wanted from her. The moment Nebula crashed on the bed, sitting up she spread her legs wide open, inviting Natasha in as she crawled between them.
"What are you going to do to me?" Nebula asked in a faux naïve voice.
While she fumbled with Nebula's pants, Natasha looked up at nebula and licked her lips, "I'm going to make you scream louder than that whore next-door." Natasha's jealousy began to bubble over, warping into frustration and annoyance; she couldn't hide it anymore. It wasn't even the fact that Wanda was sleeping with other people – Natasha expected as much consider the location. Even though she had Nebula, gorgeous as all hell, always by her side, she still couldn't help feel as though Wanda was stolen from her.
Finally Natasha was able to undo Nebula's pants, quickly dragging them down her legs. Nebula gasped as Natasha spared no time to roughly plunge her fingers past her soaked folds. Juices dripped down Natasha's hand when she began quickly thrusting her fingers in the blue pussy.
"Yes! Unf… make me scream!" Nebula moaned, snapping Natasha back to reality.
Right, Natasha should be focusing on the woman that actually spends time with her, and makes her feel special.
Still sliding her fingers inside Nebula, Natasha nuzzled her mouth on the soaked slit, running her tongue along Nebula's folds. Loud moans escaped Nebula the moment Natasha made contact. Nebula buried her fingers in Natasha's red hair. As Natasha lapped on Nebula's dripping pussy, she savored every last drop of her sweet juices. It was rewarding for Natasha to make Nebula feel as good as Nebula makes her feel, even better to taste the evidence that she was doing a good job.
Then, Nebula began to truly scream in pure ecstasy when Natasha's soft tongue encircled Nebula's throbbing clit. Between the muffled screams of Wanda blended with Nebula's sounds of ecstasy, Natasha felt like she was in some sort of brothel. Nebula wriggled, thrusting her hip against Natasha's tongue. This caused Natasha to work on faster on Nebula, which in turned made Nebula writhe more. This back and forth continued until Natasha was licking and fingering at a blur, and Nebula was thrusting her hips at top speed.
Until Nebula closed her quivering legs, trapping Natasha's head on her pussy. "Fuuuck!" Nebula let out an animalistic scream which triumphed over Wanda's shrieks.
Natasha continued to lap on Nebula, slurping down all of the alien's sweet orgasmic juices while Nebula rode out her climax. Eventually Nebula released her hold on Natasha, sighing as her entire body relax.
"Fuck… Natty you really know how to make me scream." Nebula said exhausted from her intense orgasm.
"Thanks I try," Natasha responded as she licked her fingers.
"Now it's your turn to scream," Nebula attempted to slide on the floor but was stopped by Natasha pinning her hips to the bed. She shook her head teasingly.
"Not yet. I'm not done making you scream…"
Before Nebula could object, Natasha quickly buried her face in her slit, lapping on it once again.
All Nebula could do was smile, lay back, and enjoy.
"Here we are," Thanos announced as he piloted the smaller scout ship approached the planet. He thought if the massive warship remained in orbit, then maybe he would appear as less hostile. Probably a smart choice.
From a distance, the planet looked very similar to Earth's globe: green and yellow land masses surrounded by large bodies of water. The only differences being that it was smaller and the contents were shaped differently.
However these differences meant nothing to Wanda as she was still amazed, pressing her face against the cockpit window to get a better view. "Wow…" she said in awe. The way her scarlet suit fit her really worked for her, at least that's what Natasha thought. It left little to the imagination as to just how small yet tight her body was.
"Yes, I suppose viewing your first new planet would be quite the view," Thanos said.
"Yeah, I'm enjoying the view too," Proxima purred before she slapped Wanda's tight ass. She might have looked the most stunning in the new uniform. Proxima's large muscles, boobs and ass were barely contained by the black and white catsuit, appearing as if the smallest movement would cause them to spill out.
As the younger woman whimpered from the spank, Natasha only glared at the two from behind in the passenger's seat. Though she felt her body heat up, Natasha was unaware that her skin radiated with red, a clear tell that she felt jealous. Though after spending enough time with Natasha, Nebula eventually learned what this physical reaction meant. Her budding jealousy only tamed by Nebula nuzzling into her shoulder.
"Am I not good enough…?" Nebula whispered.
Natasha felt her heart nearly fall out her chest.
"Why would you say tha-?"
Suddenly the ship throttled forwards, the planet grow larger as they approached it at a high speed. Wanda was launched back from the sudden velocity, and would have fallen if not for Proxima catching her in her arms. The two stumbled back to the passenger's seat and buckled up.
"What's going on!?" Natasha shouted.
"It appears we are being escorted," Thanos replied calmly.
Confused by his response, Natasha glanced through the cockpit window to investigate. He was right. Surrounded by an intense fiery aura was an indistinguishable womanly figure, literally pulling the ship towards the planet. Was this the Captain Marvel the Kree was afraid of? If so they had the right to be. This woman on fire was clearly powerful, there was no doubting that.
In under a minute, the woman guided their ship to the planet, and thoughtlessly dropped it on the planet.
"Is everyone alright?" Thanos called back to passengers.
"I think so…" Wanda groaned as she stroked her head.
"What the fuck was that?!" Proxima shouted.
"Not what, but who," Thanos said as he unbuckled his straps. "And that is our target."
There was a silence of shock among the Red Order, all realizing that if things went south they had to fight someone that powerful.
"Shit…" Proxima cursed under her breath.
"Everything should be fine, as long as we remain calm and show that we mean no harm," Thanos said. Something about his deep, commanding voice was comforting to the women. All their nerves now at ease the unbuckled their seatbelts and were ready to go. With a couple of clicks of buttons and switches, the bay door behind the passenger's area. Light slipped in, revealing the area they landed in to be a forest like area. However the view could hardly be enjoyed because of a woman waiting at the bay door.
"What do you want?!" The woman shouted as she aimed a glowing fist. The women on the ship froze, unsure of how to respond with resulting in a fire fight.
"We only wish to speak," Thanos announced, walking towards the door. However he was stopped in his tracks when the woman launched a blast of energy at his feet.
"With all those infinity stones? I don't think so!" She kept a strong glare at Thanos. The tension in the air was thick as ever. She knew that he had all the infinity stones, yet she didn't hesitate to send a warning shot. Another demonstration of how powerful she was.
The woman's glance wandered behind Thanos and to the women behind him. "I'll speak with her only," she said, pointing at Natasha. "The rest of you stay on the ship."
Thanos looked back and gave Natasha a nod. And with that assurance, Natasha walked down the landing ramp, past Thanos and the smoking blast mark in front of him. At least the air was breathable she thought as she walked next to the woman.
"Follow me," the woman said as she took lead and walked towards the trees. Before following, Natasha looked back at her team one last time, only to be met with faces of worry from Nebula and Wanda, indifference from Proxima, and confidence from Thanos.
The two walked in silence until the tree line blocked the ship and they were out of hearing range.
"So, what's your name?" the woman asked with cheery tone and a long grin smeared on her face. Just like that the atmosphere changed and the tension was replaced with a light-hearted energy. Too nervous to even look in her general direction, the jovial tone gave Natasha the courage to finally catch a good look at the stranger.
Wearing a red, blue and gold uniform, the taller woman looked very human-like: white skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Though Natasha was most impressed was her body. What she lacked in boobs and ass, she more than made up for in strong, firm muscles not even rivaled by Proxima's own.
"Natasha Romanoff," she said.