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You couldn’t help but feel guilty for all the damage you had helped cause; you blamed yourself entirely, despite the reassurances from your surviving colleagues - including your sorcerer supreme. It had already been a month since the chaos, and here was your mentor once again at your door, his presence caused by your lack of. “The Scarlet Witch was a highly powerful being,” he had repeated to you as he had so many times the last 30 or so days. “You did not fail me, Y/N. Wanda failed herself.” With a sigh, you placed your book(conveniently one that regarded fortifying one’s mind) and turned to look at him.
“Is she really gone?” “Yes.” “She sacrificed herself?” “And destroyed Wundagore. No more darkhold or any of it’s temptation.” You silently nodded, eyes cast over your mentor’s shoulder. You had been asked a few times what it was that she had made you see to give up your guard, but you remained incredibly tight-lipped. It wasn’t what you saw, but rather what you felt, and there was absolutely no way in hell you could ever tell a soul that the Scarlet Witch had you almost grinding against her palm in unexplainable wanton need. You would rather give up your hands and all your knowledge.
“I expect to see you in training tomorrow - and put that book down. None of us were a match against that witch.” As the door to your room closed, you let out the breath you had been holding at the memory of her teeth grazing your neck and her fingers pumping away inside you. You turned and climbed into bed, appreciating the low lighting in the room, finding yourself mentally exhausted from the shame that had persistently circled your brain - and the mortifying confusion on why you were sad she was dead. She had killed half your colleagues and decimated your sacred grounds, so why were you craving her touch once more? You had never felt anything like it, never experienced such desperation for someone’s touch, yet you should hate her.
With an aggravated sigh, you rolled over onto your side and closed your eyes, waiting impatiently for the aching throb within to dissipate. You were tempted to astral project, to allow your body time to recover so you could pick up that book and reread it three times over through the night, but you had never managed to simultaneously do both, and you were far too drained to try and so instead, you waited for sleep to swallow you into endless nothingness once more, where you found the little solace you had left in your chaotic life.
**
’What a pretty little thing’, Wanda thought as she surveyed your sleeping figure upon the bed. It had been a little while since she had last laid eyes on you, but she couldn’t deny having thought of the way your cunt had taken her in so eagerly a few times since. She thought you might have been a virgin at first, with how difficult and tight you had been. Maybe you were. She hoped you were.
The witch stood for a while at the foot of your bed, her fingers absent-mindedly fumbling with eachother, a small smile upon her lips. She knew America was here, probably only a few dorms away from your own, but that ship had long sailed. She truly had meant to sacrifice herself on that mountain, but as Agatha had once gleefully reminded her, her magic was often unknowingly on autopilot. As the rocks had crashed around her, she had awoken, albeit dirty and bruised, back at the cabin Strange had found her at - but this time, she was truly alone, and hurting.
After a while, the only comfort she found was remembering how that little sorcerer had caved in to her needs and almost begged for her touch. It had been a long time since someone had wanted her company, even non-sexually, and your behaviour brought her the only reassurance that perhaps, if someone as innocent as you could want her, then maybe she wasn’t the monster she felt like, after all.
“Y/N?” She spoke softly, so as to not startle you awake, but you did not budge, as deep in your sleep as you were. She couldn’t deny that, back at Kamar-Taj, she had briefly took the time to learn of your name. The witch tilted her head in curiosity slightly before raising her right hand and allowing scarlet wisps to travel towards your unconscious form, wondering what it could be that you were dreaming so deeply about.
She was pleased with what she saw. Hazy images of you against a wall, held in place by chaos magic as she descended upon you. Your nails digging into her spine as she fucked you into oblivion with a strap-on, ordering you to not make a sound as she snapped her hips against yours in a punishing pace. Images of her straddling your face, grinding down against your mouth, forcing you to taste her and take all of her in on your tongue.
Wanda quickly withdrew her presence from your unconscious thoughts, your REM sleep giving you away entirely. The woman stood there for a second, releasing her core that she had clenched around nothing subconsciously at the reel she had just witnessed. “Such a needy thing,” she murmured to herself as your head lolled to the side in your sleep, revealing your pretty throat to her. A throat she wanted nothing more than to wrap her long fingers around; but she was nothing if not patient and this time, she had all the time in the world to undo you bit by bit.
With quiet movements, Wanda moved to the side of your bed before using her magic to slowly lift and dispose of the blanket hiding the rest of your body she had craved; to her satisfaction, you were wearing simple pyjama shorts and a tank top, revealing the skin she desperately needed to touch. She paused at first as you stirred slightly, not wanting to scare you, of course - she wasn’t evil. But as your chest slowly rise and fell with each breath, she was finding her restraint a little more difficult to sustain.
A month ago, she had barely managed to explore much of you, what with the end goal being far superior - but you were quickly important enough for her to spare, and she always ensured you were not in harms way as she levelled the sacred grounds, but from what little she had managed to explore… well, it was enough for her to be in your room at almost 2am. It was enough for her to have bit her cheek at the thought of you back at the cabin. It was enough for her to, with another flick of her hand, strip away the clothes upon your body.
What a sight you were to the witch as her eyes took you in greedily, from your sleeping face, to your chest, all the way down to your toes. She didn’t want to wake you, for you looked so peaceful laid upon your bed, but she couldn’t contain herself any longer at the sight - especially knowing the images within your brain were playing multiple scenarios where she was fucking you into another universe. No, simply looking wouldn’t do.
Of course, she was not against consent and so she briefly intruded into your thoughts once more, checking to see you were indeed still craving her touch. The image of her pushing your begging mouth down into the pillow as she eased into you from behind soon confirmed that, even in sleep, you needed this. That was all the signs Wanda needed to know her intrusion would not be an unwelcome one. And she knew you would behave and be a good girl for her again.
She winced slightly as the mattress creaked under her weight and watched carefully as your eyes fluttered open for the tiniest millisecond. “Shhh,” she whispered as she finished straddling your hips, positioning herself gently upon your lower stomach. Wanda couldn’t help but smile at the way even in sleep, you obeyed as your eyes fluttered back shut, your deep breathing indicating you were still deep within your dreams. With a small hand movement, she caused her suit to disappear from her frame, leaving her bare upon your body and she closed her eyes at the feel of skin on skin. She knew she was probably leaving her wetness upon your stomach, soaked already at the image of your innocent frame beneath her.
She could waste no more time. The witch had waited weeks to be able to feel your skin once more, and now that she had you bare and needing her touch below you, her restraint dissipated. Gently, she lowered herself carefully so as to not tickle your chest with her red hair before softly planting her lips upon your own, revelling in the way they were they were as soft as she had imagined.
She traced the tip of her tongue along your lower lip before gently taking it in, grazing it with her teeth. “Sweet girl,” she whispered against your cheek, both her hands planted on either side of your head to steady herself as she brushed your chest with her breasts, feeling a pang adrenaline at the way they felt against your own as she moved to your ear before taking in your lobe between her teeth as she had done all that time ago.
Wanda knew the nape of your neck was a weak spot, but as it was unreachable, she settled for the area of skin just below your ear, planting soft and wet kisses as she moved further down, her hot breath sending subconscious goosebumps upon the areas it touched. Once she had reached your chest, she glanced up at you to ensure you were still peaceful, unbothered, before taking in your left nipple and swirling her tongue around it; it didn’t take long for your body to naturally react, your peaks hardening at her touch.
Wanda almost bit down, however, as her cunt seated itself upon your own as she moved lower still in order to reach your breasts properly with her tongue. “You feel so good,” she praised in unheard whispers as she began to rock her hips slightly, relishing the way your pubic area felt so perfect against her clit. She didn’t trust herself to have your nipples between her teeth as she slightly picked up the pace, careful so as to not creak the mattress any further as she seated herself further onto you, desperate to feel more pressure.
“So good,” she repeated to herself, glancing once more at your face and finding the heat within her abdomen grow further still at the way your body readily accepted her against it, how despite the intimate invasion on your privacy, your body had not yet felt any threat to force you to awake; but this was as far as Wanda could go. As much as she ached for you, penetration was too much without verbal consent, so she settled for this as she bit her cheek, losing a little of her control as she rocked against you, lowering her head to watch as your body moved below her own.
**
”So good,” you had heard the witch whisper to herself as you began to awaken, but you didn’t want to. You wanted to stay within your dreams for they were finding a number of inventive scenarios regarding you and the woman you had confusingly craved for the best part of a month. Of course, no one was at full mental capacity coming out of such a deep sleep, so you still assumed you were dreaming as your eyes opened slightly, watching a silhouette with a perfect figure and a voice you had missed grind down upon your body.
In fact, you would have drifted back off to sleep despite the current scenario had her next action not made you realise that you were now, in fact, awake. That this was not, in fact, a dream at all. “Good-good girl,” you heard the witch murmur with hitched breaths as you became acutely aware of a sudden growing wetness between your legs. Your eyes shot open. The scarlet witch had just released upon your skin, her legs shaking on either side of yours further proving that fact.
“W-“ “Relax, Y/N.” Wanda’s voice cut you off as you went to throw yourself into a sitting position and out from underneath the figure, it you suddenly found that you could not as wisps of scarlet wrapped around your wrists and pinned you down against the mattress. “I- no, this-“ you couldn’t get your words out, for in every image your brain had conjured, this had not been one of them. ’This must be a dream’, you repeated in your mind, not able to believe for a second that you had manifested your deepest desires to be true.
“Not a dream, Y/N.” Her voice was slow, not as breathy as it had been only moments ago as she lifted herself from your pubic mound and repositioned upon your lower stomach, sitting upright and placing both her hands upon her thighs. She was in your fucking head. “You- you’re dead, Wong-“ “Your sorcerer supreme knows very little,” the Sokovian voice spoke quietly into the space above you, her head tilting at the fear in your widened eyes as they darted around the room - falling anywhere but upon her. This frustrated the witch, but she felt sympathy for you, too.
“Look at me,” she ordered, slightly disappointed you had awoken so soon, but mostly glad, too. You didn’t listen, still convinced one of your twisted REM fantasies had simply turned lucid. “I’m not here to hurt anyone. I am only here to see you. Now be a good girl, and look at me.” Her voice lowered at her last few words and, similarly to your wet dreams, it stirred something deep within you - something you were still so damn fucking ashamed of. Your eyes snapped to hers regardless.
She smiled, almost smirked, as you obeyed - and then you realised she was, in fact, entirely naked upon you. If your eyes could widen any further, they’d probably pop out of your skull as you raked them over her enthralling figure. “You’re not looking at me.” You swallowed, doing your best to fight the arousal stirring in the pit of you; the scarlet witch, supposedly dead, was straddling your newfound bare body - and instead of paralysing fear, or overwhelming anxiety, you felt… aroused. Wanting. Relieved that the witch was not in fact dead - and not yet done with you.
Your attempts to fight the magical restraints holding your wrists to the mattress were futile, and you fucking knew it. You winced as you found Wanda grabbing your cheeks with one hand and turning your head up to look into her eyes, though not painfully. “Are you going to be good, Y/N?” “No- I don’t-“ “You do. Your thoughts are loud. Don’t try to lie to me.” You knew what was happening; the witch was playing the game she had played with you before. She knew your darkest desires for her, the secret fantasies hidden away deep within your soul and confined in shame. She probably knew your body had ached for her ever since that damn fucking day.
“Oh, I knew,” she smirked, removing her hand from your face to test if you would continue to stare at her, and to her satisfaction, you did. “Your dreams were… interesting. I’m not much into straps, but…” Wanda was toying with your emotions, making sure you knew that she knew all of what you were trying to hide. You should know by now that it could never work against your witch.
“Your witch?” Fuck. “Do I need to remind you who belongs to who, Y/N?” The way the Sokovian tainted your name made the wetness you could feel between your thighs grow further still and you took a deep breath; you couldn’t fail again. You couldn’t do this again. “You can,” she whispered, before shifting her position once again and you automatically missed the feel of her wetness against your skin. “And I know you want to.” Your heart began to race at whatever was to come next; you knew full well you could not resist this woman, and she needed no magic to do it. This was all you and your pathetic weakness to her.
Wanda used one of her knees to push yours apart and out of natural reaction, you tried to force them closed, but it was no use - however, she continued no further, instead tracing your hip bone with one of her hands, and the feeling of her fingers brushing such a sensitive spot had you subconsciously tensing. “Don’t,” you managed to force out, not entirely sure if it would make a difference. Deep within, you didn’t want it to. To your surprise and slight dismay, however, it did, as her hand ceased moving, her body stilled and she made no further move at your refusal. “Don’t what”?
Don’t lower your hand. Don’t leave me. Don’t manipulate me again. Please don’t stop. The words reverberated around your head as you went to open your mouth, but clearly the last three words in your mind was all the scarlet witch needed to hear. “That’s my girl,” she cooed, before the hand that had been tracing your hip trailed down your leg and round to your inner thigh and, ashamedly, you found you widening your legs a little, as though your need to feel her again overcame all rationality. “That’s it,” she purred as you surrendered yourself to her. You would deal with the shame at how quickly you had done so in the morning. Right now, you just needed-
Your thoughts malfunctioned as the witch began to coat her fingers in your wetness before circling your entrance teasingly. You bucked your hips upwards out of pure wanton need, not even aware you had done so, until you felt Wanda’s free hand upon your left hip, pushing you back down into the mattress. “That won’t do,” she warned, before easing the pressure from your hip and you groaned in frustration. “You’re going to stay very still for me, Y/N,” she ordered. You didn’t respond at first, until you realised your aching core would not be satiated unless you expressed obedience. “Yes,” you almost whined.
That did it for Wanda - and you yelped in surprise as she plunged two fingers inside, burying herself to her knuckles within - and she had to moan herself at the feel of your walls tighten around her. The sudden, albeit welcoming pain made you want to yank your hips away in response, but at the same time, you were desperate for more - and after remembering her earlier command, you managed to keep yourself still - for the most part, if it wasn’t for your nails digging into the palms of your hands. One, two, three times the witch slipped her fingers in and out of your cunt, each time as rough and sudden as the last and you couldn’t help but groan gutturally - but you still didn’t move.
“You listen so well, Y/N,” the praise leaving Wanda’s lips made you want to listen to every single command she could possibly conjure as your chest elevated. With her free hand, she dragged her thumb down your slick folds before expertly finding your clit and if it wasn’t for Wanda’s thighs between your knees, you would have clasped them shut in anticipation. “Please-“ you breathed, not entirely sure what it was you were even asking for, but you were ignored as Wanda continued to tauntingly and lazily circle your clit, her two fingers knuckle deep but stilled inside of you.
“Are you a virgin?” You didn’t feel shame about it; you saw nothing wrong with keeping your body to yourself until the time was right - but for some reason, you were unsure of what to say. You wondered why she wasn’t just reading your mind, but quickly stopped as she used her thumb to press firmly upon your clit, reminding you she was waiting for an answer. “Y-yes…or I was-” You weren’t sure if that was the right answer for her, but you suddenly stopped caring as she began to set a pace with her fingers; though this time, you noticed it was a little gentler than it had been before.
You couldn’t help but cry out as Wanda began to roll her thumb across your swollen clit, over and over again as she pumped two fingers inside you, working to undo you as her eyes bored into your own. She wanted to see every expression and hear every sound as your legs began to shake around her and your cries turned into something almost animalistic. You didn’t care to notice the smirk upon the witch’s face at the way you caved in to her; just as she knew you would. Just as she had told you that you would.
Then- “Don’t cum.” Your brain stalled at her command. Don’t fucking cum?! It was impossible when she was curving her fingers against your walls and massaging your clit in such a perfect rhythm. In an effort to obey, you clenched your walls around her and attempted to break the pattern, but it was no use as she persisted, the growing euphoria within your abdomen threatening to burst and spread across your every cell. “Good girl,” the witch praised, aware of your attempts to obey her.
Your eyes began to water as you tried your utmost to resist the one thing you had been craving, both conscious and unconscious, as it sat ready to set every cell in your body on fire. “Still such a good girl,” Wanda praised as your fingers clutched at nothing in frustration. ’Your praises don’t fucking help,’ you cursed her in your head, until a sharp thrust reminded you that she could very much hear your thoughts. “Behave,” she warned, her voice a little lower.
But you didn’t know how much longer you could take her as your need for relief grew painful, and you’d sooner rather beg her to stop than continue with this torture. “You’ve done so well,” she purred, but you couldn’t do it anymore. “I can’t-“ “but she ignored you and instead, without breaking her rhythm, she leaned down and took an erect nipple back into her hot mouth. “Cum for me, Y/N.”
As soon as you heard her voice your permission, you felt her restraints release your wrists and you instantly grabbed onto her and cried out, biting into her shoulder in pure ecstasy as the waves of euphoria crashed again and again, but she hadn’t stopped moving her fingers inside your core - though, she had gratefully left your clit alone for it was far too painfully sensitive, now. “That’s it, my good girl,” Wanda dragged her mouth from your breast and planted her warm lips upon your cold ones, your mouth dry from the ragged breathing that was only just beginning to settle.
You leaned upwards, desperate to take her tongue in beside yours, but she wasn’t ready to give you full control of your body back yet as you found yourself once more pinned back against your mattress. Your eyes reopened lazily, your entire mind buzzing with the immense orgasm the scarlet witch had just drawn out of you, but even now, at the sight in front of you, your abdomen stirred already once more.
Your orgasm had coated her slim fingers in your mess and you almost stalled as she took them to her face before taking them fully into her mouth, her emerald eyes intense upon yours as she did so. “You taste so good,” she murmured, and the feeling it elicited was almost painful. The witch smirked. “Already wanting more?” God this woman fucking owned you.
“Yes,” she spoke lowly, leaning down until her lips were inches from your own. “I do. You’re mine.” You moaned longingly into her mouth as she flicked her tongue against yours, but you hadn’t expected to taste yourself. It was surprisingly endearing and, even if you wanted to, you had no fight in you left as she took your lower lip into her mouth.
Wanda couldn’t deny it to herself; her core was positively throbbing for you, but after learning you were, until recently, a complete virgin, she knew you wouldn’t be able to satiate her - consciously, anyway. But that was okay. She would teach her girl how to make her cum. She would teach you all the ways of her body - but not tonight. You were far too exhausted, and she was far too desperate for release to have patience - no, she would return to her cabin and sort herself out, for now.
You opened your eyes as the warm skin beneath your fingers turned to fabric and you frowned; the witch had used her magic to redress herself. “You did so well for me, my girl,” she whispered, a proud smirk across her lips, but you were far too mentally and physically exhausted to respond, knowing your words would slur after the night’s events and you felt your eyelids begin to falter.
“Next time, I want to taste you properly,” you felt her pinch your collarbone to ensure you were listening and you briefly opened your eyes, humming in lazy agreement. “Make sure you’re ready for me.”
Then, the weight above you vanished and your eyes shot open. There was no one in your room. The clothes had been replaced upon your own frame, and the scarlet witch was nowhere to be seen. For a split second, you panicked, sitting up to take in your environment properly, but with the early morning light seeping through the slats at the windows, you could see you were alone.
You slumped back against the mattress, frowning as you yawned in exhaustion. Was any of it real? Was it all just an extremely lucid dream? You lazily mulled the thoughts around in your head at the emotions of them all - until you turned to lay in your side; the soreness developing between your legs made you quickly realise you were, in fact, wrong - and that it was not a dream at all.
You were too tired to allow the feelings of shame and guilt replace the warmth and contentment within you, and so you decided to face them in the morning instead; for now, you slowly drifted off to sleep once more, both anxious and admittedly waiting for this ‘next time’ the witch had murmured.