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themidnightcrimson · 2 years

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Seeing Red. | part 3 | w. maximoff series

summary: in which your attempt to escape the scarlet witch brings you a punishment filled with pleasure.

warnings: top!wanda, strap sucking, strapwarming, cum strap, breeding kink, fluff

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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It was a few hours after the Scarlet Witch had left you on the altar that you finally drifted asleep. You had kept yourself awake out of panic and expectancy for her to come back at any moment, but soon enough your tired and sore body was forced into slumber out of pure physical and mental exhaustion.

As your eyes struggled to stay open with that deep velvet sleepiness weighed your eyelids down, you watched the alloy orange torchlight flicker across the Scarlet Witch statue shadowing the wall. Had she created it herself? Where was all this mystical destiny stuff in your universe with your Wanda? Could something like this happen to your Wanda? To your boys who were carved in the stone with her?

It was some time after you had been asleep for a while that Wanda returned. You were too deep in sleep to hear the sound of the heavy door being pushed open and the sound of her boots tapping against stone as she approached you on her throne. Coming to a stop right at the altar, she peered over you, her analytical eyes travelling your naked body. The blood on your face and mouth was dried now, and your eyes were darting back and forth beneath your puffy eyelids.

Curious, Wanda tilted her head as she took a look inside yours, her eyes fading red as she entered your mind to see just what you were dreaming about.

Wanda saw herself, the 838 universe Wanda, sitting on the couch. Billy and Tommy had their faces buried on either side of her arms, their small bodies shaking with sobs. The other Wanda was crying, as well, and as the Scarlet Witch watched this scene as some sort of omniscient observer, she noticed Wanda's eyes slowly averting upwards until suddenly she was looking right at herself with a deadpanned look.

The Scarlet Witch jumped at the invasive and exposed feeling and immediately left your mind, backing away from the altar. Was that what was really happening in the other universe? Did the other Wanda somehow see her?

Billy and Tommy were crying. They were sad and scared because the Scarlet Witch had taken their mother right from them. For the first time, guilt etched itself into the Scarlet Witch’s heart, and as she stared at your sleeping body, it only etched further.

Waving a magical hand, she released the constraints on your wrists and ankles, the red ropes of magic disappearing. With more magic, the blood on your face and the remnants of her sinful actions between your legs and on your stomach was also cleaned. She returned your clothes to your body, and relit some of the candles which had burned out in the past several hours in order to keep you warm. Lastly, she conjured a soft maroon blanket and let it gently levitate down over you until it deflated against your sleeping form. You stirred, turning on your side towards her and clutching the blanket closer to you.

For a moment, the witch in her ceased. For a moment, she was herself again, and she came to the drowning realization of what she had done. Before Wanda could do anything to correct her sins, the Scarlet Witch returned, and she turned and left you alone again.

When you woke, you had somehow forgotten where you were. You clutched the soft blanket against your face, but your eyebrows furrowed when you noticed how stiff your neck was and how hard your bed felt. Then you felt the pain on your cheek and lip, then the subtle one between your legs, and your eyes opened wide.

You first saw the candles and their tiny flames dancing, then your eyes focused and saw the dark castle surrounding you. You remembered the events of what happened, your heart sinking and stomach twisting.

Then you heard the sound of distant footsteps, and you sat straight up on the throne. You remembered seeing Wanda walk through a door, and your eyes flittered around all the walls until you saw the outline of a door made right into the stone. By the sound of her footsteps, you could tell she was coming towards the door.

Quickly, you scrambled to your feet and jumped down to the ground, but your legs instantly faltered, and you fell to the floor. As you groaned and picked yourself up on your elbows, you felt just how shaky and weak your legs still were from Wanda’s torture, not to mention the soreness between your thighs. The footsteps were louder now, and you forced yourself to stand up on trembling legs and shuffle over to the door, pressing your back flat against the wall beside it.

You held your breath and waited, heart rattling as you heard her come closer to the door. It pushed open towards you so that as Scarlet Witch entered the room, she did not see you. You watched her walk a few feet towards the throne before she stopped upon realizing you were not there, and you took your only opportunity to escape.

As swift as you could, you slid around the door, careful to not touch her, and started sprinting as fast as you could, but you stopped when you registered the surroundings of what was past the door. You had expected more stone walls, perhaps even a spiraling staircase or any continuation of the castle you were in, but behind that door was nothing of the such.

It was a house, or a cabin more like. It was as if you had walked right through the front door. There was a living room with a small, cozy looking couch nestled in front of an old TV on which a black-and-white sitcom was playing. Through some large bay windows you could see sunlight and a beautiful green orchard of trees with white flowers. The door was some sort of portal that she had created from one place to another, from the castle in Wundagore to wherever this humble little abode of hers was located.

You screamed when you felt a hot wave of magic hit you right in the back, sending you flying forward and falling into the coffee table in front of the couch. You quickly turned onto your back and watched the Scarlet Witch step through the door where you could see the inside of the castle behind her, waltzing up to you with anger radiating off her.

Scrambling away from her, as if that would get you anywhere, was the first thing your adrenaline incited you to do. You attempted to crawl under the table, but with a scowl she leaned down and snatched your ankle with a death grip, dragging you out from the under the table as your scream filled the room. You tried to kick at her with your other foot as she dragged you back towards the door, clawing at the floor in a desperate attempt to get away from her.

Finally, you managed to kick her hand that was crushing your ankle, digging the heel of your shoe into her knuckles. Letting out a hiss of pain, Wanda immediately released your foot and held her hand that you had nearly broken. Fueled by adrenaline, you jumped to your feet and sprinted towards the door across the room in search for any open window or back door. It led you into a hallway, and you ran to the first room you found, which just so happened to be a bedroom.

Slamming the door shut and locking it, as if that would do any good, you rushed to the window beside the bed and tried to push it open. Whatever cabin this was had to have been old, because the window only squeaked open halfway before it jammed and wouldn't budge. You could hear her marching into the hall, and the only thing you could think of doing was to crawl underneath the bed just in time as the door burst open in a bright crimson flash that nearly blinded you.

You held your breath and covered your own mouth as you watched her boots that stood in the doorway of the room, standing completely still. Your heart was beating so loud in your chest that you were scared she could hear it, and it only pulsed harder when she took a slow step forward. Her boots walked slowly across the hardwood floor that creaked under her weight, coming around the bed to the window and pausing. You assumed she was examining the way it was halfway open, but you knew it wasn't open enough to look like you had crawled through it.

You watched her slowly walk back around the bed heel-first until she stopped right at the end of the bed, turning around so that the tip of her boots were pointing straight towards you. It suddenly got very quiet—too quiet—before red magic streamed down towards you and blinded you. You let out a scream as it encompassed you and dragged you out from under the bed, sending you flying against the far wall so that your back slammed against it.

The Scarlet Witch turned to face you, a sadistic smirk clear across her face. "Found you," she remarked, lunging towards you and grabbing you by the throat. You whined and clawed at her hand as she yanked you close to her face. "Did you really think you could run from me, little lamb?" she growled evilly, lips tightening with vexation.

There was nothing but pure, furious mania in her eyes as she squeezed your throat. As you grabbed at her hands, you could feel something wet across her knuckles, realizing that you had scraped her hand with your shoe so hard it was bleeding.

With no warrant, Wanda yanked you and started pulling you out of the room and down the hall. You struggled to breathe as you kept up with her, and when she dragged you back into the living room where the door to the castle was still open, you dug your heels into the floor to try and stop yourself from being pulled. She was much stronger, though, and this time she had you by the throat so that the more you tried to pull away, the less you could breathe. You lost your footing, heels scuffing against the floor as she pushed you through the doorway.

You were thrust into the cold castle again, this time catching yourself before you could fall. The Scarlet Witch entered after you and slammed the door shut with her magic, marching towards you. You held your pained throat as she came close to you, and you didn't even bother trying to back away.

"I don't remember you being so fucking stupid," she spat, rearing up so close you could feel her breath fan across your face. You eyed her, having to look up as she towered over you. She was already taller than you, but with those boots she was wearing, she was monumental.

"If you want to play games, little lamb, you'll find that I always win."

With a wave of her hand, your clothes disappeared from your body. She grabbed you by the hips and pulled you flush against her, bringing her lips to your ear and humming. You trembled against her, feeling her hands crawl down to your ass and squeeze. You willingly kept yourself against her to relieve how exposed you felt, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Go to my throne and kneel," she whispered into your ear, giving you a sharp slap on the ass before pushing you away from her. Noticing that you were covering your chest, she snapped, "Don't fucking do that."

The venom in her words made you immediately uncover yourself from pure fear of what the consequences would be if you didn't. Obeying her command, you stepped up onto the throne before turning towards her and slowly kneeling down, sitting on your heels. Wanda looked thoroughly pleased at your position, and as she took a step towards you, her clothes magically disappeared from her body, leaving only her strap harnessed around her hips. You gulped at the sight of it, dreading being fucked as hard as you had been. You could only imagine the pain you would feel with how sore you already were.

As she stepped up onto the throne, she came to stand directly in front of you. She brought her hand to her strap and passed magic over it, signaling to you that she was enchanting it again.

Her hand came to caress your cheek, her thumb stroking over the wound there and causing you to wince. She stared at you with a mixture of admiration and lust, her head tilting.

"I'm gonna fuck this pretty face of yours," she purred with a tone of finality, flashing a smile that was too innocent for the swirling lust in her eyes. She stepped closer to you, and you moved your head away, but she snatched a fistful of your hair to hold you still. "Come on, lamb. Just a few hours ago you were milking the cum out of this strap."

Tilting your head upwards by your hair, she pressed the tip of her strap against your lips, and it nudged right against the wound there. Your lips parted instinctively, and Wanda took the opportunity to slide her cock into your mouth. You gasped as she filled your mouth until she hit the very back of your throat, causing you to silently gag.

"Fuck yes," the witch moaned, biting her lip harshly as she watched you struggle to breathe with her cock stuffing your throat. Your mouth was so wet and warm around her, and she gave you a gentle stroke on the back of your head as appreciation before taking a fistful of your hair again.

Your hands gripped the front of her thighs as she slid out before pushing herself into your mouth again, and again you gagged at the depth, eyes instantly watering. She started thrusting into your throat a few times, pushing your nose against her crotch each time. She reveled in the way tears slipped down your cheeks and the way you gagged for air each time she stuffed your mouth full.

After a few moments, her thrusts stopped, her strap halfway in your mouth. "Suck," she stiffly instructed. You looked up at her hesitantly, and just the way you looked up at her with innocent doe eyes in contrast to her cock sitting in your mouth could have been enough for her to cum in your mouth alone. When you didn't obey, she pushed herself harshly against your gag reflex. "Suck me off unless you want me to bend you over this altar and spank you black and blue."

You shuddered at the threat, taking a deep breath before finally obeying, hollowing your cheeks around her. With her hand still guiding your head, you bobbed your mouth off and on her cock, and the moans that left her lips were heavenly.

Your eyes averted upwards again to see a sight that elicited a tremor between your legs. The Scarlet Witch's head was thrown back, her lip caught between her teeth. You got a perfect view of her plump breasts, nipples hardened, and her muscular abdomen which was tensed taut as she leaned her hips into your mouth. As scary as she was, she was incredibly hot, and you were filled with a sort of grateful feeling to be pleasuring such a beautiful yet twisted creature.

You started to suck her harder, your hands on her thighs slipping around and upwards to rest on her ass, pushing her hips harder into your mouth. Tears were flowing relentlessly now with how much your gag reflex was being abused, but you found a sense of pride in the way she started to moan your name.

Eventually, she couldn’t help but to start thrusting again as she got close, and her hand in your hair held your head still as she came in your mouth with a grunt. Her hot cum pooled on your tongue, and you were surprised when it tasted very familiar. In fact, you almost immediately recognized the taste as exactly how your Wanda tasted, and the similarity turned you on.

"Fuck," Wanda breathed once she was done, pulling herself out of your mouth. As she looked at you, she noticed you were still holding her cum in your mouth. "Swallow," she growled, tugging hard at your hair. You still hesitated, so she leaned down and threatened, "Don't you dare spit it out. Swallow it like the cumslut you are."

You reluctantly obeyed, letting her cum slide down your throat as you swallowed. She hummed appreciatively, finally releasing your hair and stepping away from you. You stretched your jaw and neck which had begun to ache as she walked around you and sat down in the middle of the throne, crossing her legs.

"You interrupted my study time," she spoke, and as you looked over at her, you watched her conjure up an old-looking book that floated in a cloud of red in front of her, the pages seemingly turning by themselves. She read from the book for only a moment before her eyes returned to you. "Come here, little lamb. Keep me company while I read." Hesitantly, you crawled over to her and sat beside her, but she looked at you in amusement. "On my lap."

Carefully, you climbed onto her lap, but when you started to do it while facing her, she tutted her tongue and guided you to turn around. Confused on why she would want you to sit on her lap facing away from her, you quickly began to realize why when she guided your hips so that your entrance rested right on the tip of her strap that was coated in your saliva and her cum.

You paused, lifting your hips up to keep them from going down on her strap. "Please, no, it still hurts," you quickly begged, turning around to look at her with the most pleading look you could give.

Wanda's eyes alighted. "As much as I love to hear you beg, this is your punishment for trying to run from me. So put that little cunt of yours on my cock—now."

Dread filled you as you turned back around, realizing that you really had no choice. So, shamefully lining your entrance up with her, you very carefully started to lower yourself down onto her. As guilty as you felt for getting wet while sucking her off, it aided in lessening the burning pain you felt as she filled you.

Wanda's breathing grew heavy behind you, and she felt tortured with how slow you were going. So, naturally, she grabbed your hips and slammed you down onto her lap.

"Fuck!" you nearly screamed as she bottomed out inside you, filling you up entirely. Your pussy throbbed in pain around her, and it only made Wanda even more turned on as she felt it.

"Now you're going to sit on Mommy's cock and be quiet while she reads, like a good little lamb," the witch whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your side. You squirmed, deciding you needed to at least get comfortable, but she squeezed your hips to still them. "Mm-mm," she hummed in a strained tone. "Stay still."

You took a deep breath and tried to relax as Wanda returned to reading from her book that levitated in front of you. Your eyes roamed the tattered pages to find that the script written there was entirely illegible, as if it were written in a different language. There were strange symbols and markings over the pages, and you had a strange feeling settle over you as you looked at it, so you averted your eyes to the ground.

After a few moments, you felt Wanda's hands rest on your upper abdomen, rubbing in slow circles. It was sort of comforting at first, until she slid her hands up and grabbed at your breasts. You bit your lip as she squeezed and massaged them, all while concentrating on the book.

You tried your hardest to ignore her hands, but when they concentrated on your nipples, her dark fingertips rubbing them in circles and pinching them, you couldn't contain your whines.

"Mommy, stop," you whined, and you nearly gasped at the name you had involuntarily called her. Why had you called her that? Was it because your Wanda also enjoyed the term?

"Fuck, little lamb," Wanda breathed against your shoulder. You could feel her hardened peaks pressing into your back, which only made the situation worse for you. She brought her mouth to the side your neck and kissed it sensually, which took the air from your lungs.

Yet, she returned her hands to your hips and stilled them, resting her chin on your shoulder as she continued to read. You were more restless than ever now, and her cock lodged in your cunt was driving you insane. A pressure was building in you, and you felt as if you could cry suddenly.

You stayed as still and quiet as you could, though, until a few minutes passed and Wanda's hands were beginning to fidget. First she tapped your hips with her fingers, then rubbed sensual circles into your thighs, and then one of her hands found its happy way to your clit. You hissed when she rubbed it, wishing to snatch her hand away from you if only you knew there wouldn't be consequences, but you knew there would be. You knew the only thing you could was sit there on her cock, be teased and tortured, and do nothing about it.

She pinched at your clit and tapped it, rubbing it up and down slowly. Your walls were clenching hard around her cock as she teased you, and you began to feel an itch inside you that you desperately needed to scratch or else you felt you might explode.

So you subtly rolled your hips forward, shuddering at the small bout of relief it brought you. Wanda sighed at the feeling, and although she was deadset on having you sit still on her cock while she studied, she couldn't help but grow bothered.

When no retribution came after your little stunt, you decided to do it again. You rolled your hips much harder this time, and her cock touched a part inside of you just right. You let out a small whine before doing the same motion again, all while Wanda continued to torture your clit.

"Look at you," Wanda husked breathily into your ear, returning her lips to your neck and kissing it sloppily. "Just can't keep yourself from riding my cock, can you?"

You could only hum, eyes closed as you gyrated on her, throbbing all over. Her mouth opened on your neck and started to suck on your tender skin there, her free hand firmly holding your hip and starting to guide your movements. You hissed as she harshly bit into your neck before tenderly licking the mark she had left on you. She moved her mouth to another spot and began to hungrily leave a mark there, too.

A few minutes later and you started to lift yourself off her strap before sliding back down on it again, and although it was tortuously slow for Wanda's taste, it was heaven to feel you riding her, your ass pressing against her lap each time you came back down.

She started to grow impatient, of course. Her hand forced your hips down harder and faster, her own bucking up into you and burying her cock even deeper inside you. Her other hand continued its torture on your clit, and you started to feel close.

"That's it, lamb," the Scarlet Witch moaned as she moved your hips a certain way onto her. "Just like that. Fuck."

You were beginning to tremble from how close you were, and the heat between the both of you was so intense that a layer of sweat formed on your back and her front. She was leaving endless bruises all over the side of your neck, but her teeth finally came to sink into your shoulder as she started to fall apart.

"Fuck, Mommy," you moaned as your orgasm exploded, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open as you trembled around her cock. She grunted against your shoulder, giving a few hard thrusts up into you before she also came undone, busting a load of her cum inside you.

Once you had both came down from your highs, you leaned back against her, letting your head fall against her shoulder. Wanda stiffened, caught a little off guard by the action.

"Mmmm sleepy," you hummed, feeling drowsiness overcome you. Even though you had just woken up from your short sleep, you were already tired again.

A strange feeling overcame Wanda. Gently lifting you up off her, she slipped her arms under you and picked you up bridal style, uncrossing her legs to stand on her feet. The Darkhold disappeared, and she slowly carried you off the alter and towards the door.

She didn't know why she felt such a softness inside her, but as she led your already asleep self through the portal and into her cabin, comfort filled her. She took you to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed, watching the way your tired and sore body basically melted into the mattress that was undoubtedly more comfortable than the altar.

The Scarlet Witch stood over you for a moment, watching the way your head lulled to the side as you fell deep into sleep. Then she carefully climbed in next you, pulling the blankets over the both of you and wrapping her arms tightly around your middle, squeezing you from behind.

And for the first time in a while, she felt more lightness in her than dark.