Marvel: President Stark

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"Is this it, Jarvis?"

"This appears to be the location, Sir."

Tony unmasked his metal suit and looked at the mansion before him. It stood in the middle of nowhere outside New York City, surrounded by lush lawns, trees, and some gardens, with a lake to boast.

"No cars around." Tony scanned the entire building, looking for any inhabitants. "Any luck in the basement, Jarvis?"

"There is no basement, Sir."

Frowning, Tony took a step forward and stood on the porch. The mansion sat on massive land, but the mansion itself was small and made of simple wood. Its single-door entrance looked like your average suburban home entry.

Creak!

"Automatic?" The mansion looked common, but it was far from that. The door opened automatically, and there was nobody behind it. However, the lights inside were turned on and the floor was clean.

He walked into what looked like a large, homely living hall. A massive TV was hung on the wall, the fireplace was oozing warmth, and couches were numerous, with a coffee table in the middle.

"She's here." Tony deduced and went ahead to take a seat without stepping out of his metal suit. However, he removed his helmet completely since it was all made of nanotech at that point. "I could use a beer."

Clink!

Just as he said that, a clang of glasses came from the open doorway leading to the luxurious kitchen. Standing at the door frame was a tall, sultry, beautiful blonde with two bottles of beer in her hands. Tony, though, was more gobsmacked by her attire.

Her long, pale, perfect legs stretched in all their glory, naked with white heels on her feet. The rest of her attire was a white sheer negligee, loosely tied around her waist. Not much was hidden, the contours and curves were all visible with a hint of her ivory skin.

"Someone said 'beer'?"

Tony stared at her charming face, her hair loosely tied in a bun behind her head. He had to agree, no matter the faults and suspicions, that Emma Frost was one heck of a feminine beauty.

"And the beauty?" Tony jokingly replied and got up. The armor shifted from his arm, revealing his real hand without fully leaving him vulnerable. He grabbed a beer from her and shook her hand, though his eyes took some extra liberties.

Emma proudly smirked and let him savor the view. It was one of her weapons, after all. "If you're done feasting, shall we take a seat?"

"Feast? More like an appetizer, I'd say." Tony hit back and sat down on the couch beside her. "Pretty shady place to invite the President."

"Hmm… I don't want any scandals." Emma answered and sipped her beer. "Besides, I prefer privacy… the less souls to disturb, the better."

Tony chuckled, "For a moment I thought you were implying something, Emma."

"Oh, I am," Emma blurted and downed the whole bottle of beer with ease. "You're not even trying to fool me with your gaze, Tony."

"Should I?" He asked back cheekily. "Fine, I'll stop fooling around. But tell me, how did you get all nine at the same time?"

Emma slid closer to Tony's side. Once their shoulders touched, she shifted her sultry legs sideways, looking at him. Playfully, she reached out and caressed his bearded face with a slender, perfectly manicured finger.

"Not too hard, darling. What's common among them? They are all old and horny, be it man or woman. Over the years, like most, they also did things they weren't proud of. But in their case, they didn't clean their tracks well enough."

"You blackmailed them?"

Emma lowered her hand from his face, trailing down his metallic chest with her playful fingers, and then slipped her palm down his lap. In response, Tony's armor made way, his nanotech receding. Her hand landed on his pants, sliding down the fabric and tickling his thigh.

He kept his eyes on her, letting her hand do whatever she pleased. He loved the temptation, and his groin loved the attention even more. His bulging pole of flesh was now straining against the cloth of his pants.

"Hardly blackmail. I simply reminded them of the skeletons in their closet. Quite surprisingly, they opted for self-preservation over a fight."

As Tony fell into deep thought, Emma's hand grabbed his growing bulge and gently shifted on the couch. Her slender knees landed right between Tony's legs, her beautifully formed assets jutting right between his jittery thighs. Her clear blue gaze looked up at his face and he looked down at her.

A subtle, mischievous smile hung on her lips as her hands unzipped his pants and pulled them lower.

"Why're you doing this?" Tony asked her plainly. "What do you get out of this?"

"Why else would I wear such an attire, Tony?"

"We barely know each other," he said, reminding her of their lack of association.

Emma smirked and tugged on the waistband of his underwear, ready to pull down the last piece of cloth stopping her. "Tony, there's hardly a man out there who I fancy. You—it's your name, your fame, and your triumphs that seduce me. If not the Tony Stark, who else is worthy of Emma Frost?"

"Sounding a bit narcissistic there, girl."

"Hah, we're perfect then."

Emma pulled down the waistband of his boxer briefs too and held his shaft with her gently clenched fist. His hot rod was perfectly positioned in front of her charming face. She bit and licked her glossy lips, marveling at his size; her index finger and thumb couldn't form a perfect circle around his hot swollen flesh.

Tony watched as she brushed her hair behind her ears, and slowly lowered her face, like a high-class woman in heat, but unwilling to truly let go. She parted her rosy lips, and he shuddered as he saw her wet pink tongue start to lick his swollen cock head. Her graceful hand stroked up and down, along his shaft, careful to not scrape him with her long nails. Her lips went lower and lower, taking in his twitching length.

"So, there's nothing else… you want?" he questioned her, struggling to keep his tone steady. "Are you… sure? Because once again, you're giving me… nice things."

"Umm… I do want something. But that's for later. Let me extract the price of my help from you now… from this." Emma spoke after a deep long plunge.

Her fingers squeezed tighter around the base of his cock and her face went back down between his legs, claiming his shaft bit by bit until her nose reached his lower belly. With long and slow suckles, she caressed his cock inside with her tongue, licking every bump, massaging every inch.

After a few teasing bobs of her head, she pulled back ever so slowly, letting her moist lips glide over his sensitive skin until his cockhead popped out of her slippery mouth. She fondled and twirled her tongue around his family jewels, letting him feel the ticklish delight. The entire time her blue eyes remained locked on to his gaze; unwavering, teasing, aroused and greedy.

Tony's hips moved subtly, bewitched by the heat of her throat around his cock. He plunged deeper into her throat. His ten fingers started to sink into her blond hair as his throbbing shaft disappeared into her mouth. It was warm, slick, and slippery, the ecstasy his primal need craved every time. He controlled the rhythm now, guiding her head to take him in completely.

He could feel the tugging sensations her throat made from the suction, arousing him to no end. She suckled hard one last time, pouting her cheeks over his cock. A little string of saliva followed when she finally pulled her head back.

Tony's straining cock was clearly close to eruption. His entire length was covered in silky spit.

"Ummmh… Enough… I can't wait…"

Emma got up, her sylphlike waist swaying with a little dance, and teasingly threw away the negligee. Her breasts were laid bare in front of Tony; Perky, beautifully formed, just like snowy mountains of white with shining pink tips.

She turned around and leaned down, slowly lowering her provocative lace panties over the unblemished skin of her legs, while giving him a view of her tight entrance. Her ass was flawless, jutting out as she still kept her high heels on, and her glistening slit was a feast that was waiting for him to devour.

Tony could already feel his cock throbbing for action, but he controlled his hands from reaching out. He wanted to know how far she would go. But he couldn't take his eyes off of her, her perfect slopes, her pale braless mounds, her slender waist, and that cascade of blond hair.

After a long agonizing moment, Emma turned back towards him and extended her legs to straddle his lap, keeping herself raised on her knees at each of his sides and her petals hovering above his cock. Her gaze was filled with heat, her face flushed in craving.

She gently leaned down a little and held Tony's head with both hands. She kissed his cheek and licked her own glossy kiss mark from his face, her tongue gliding down his jawline. She kept kissing and pecking until her lips found his, kissing him with scorching passion.

"Ummph…" Emma moaned into their kiss, clearly enjoying his deep responses. Sucking and teasing his tongue as if her thirst knew no bounds.

But she wanted more of the real thing. So, she grabbed his shaft with one hand, reaching between their bodies. She felt him throb in her delicate hold, and it aroused her more. Enough that she aimed his knob straight up and began lowering her lust-filled pink petals down.

"Oh!" she felt the sting as his sizable, bulbous cockhead spread her drenched, ready entrance.

Ring! Ring!

All of a sudden, like cold water on a blazing fire, Tony's phone rang. He didn't have to pick it up as Jarvis controlled it. So, with his hands still on Emma's delicious, curvy waist, he answered the call.

"Who is it?" Tony broke away from the kiss to ask, but kept his eyes on Emma's sultry gaze.

"Tony! It's Romanoff—Fury's in surgery. SHIELD's compromised!"

Emma subtly groaned and with a puff of air, she got off of Tony's lap and sat her gelatinous ass down beside him with a huff, crossing her long legs and arms, still as naked as ever.

Tony silently looked at her, adorable and sexy when she was annoyed like that. Then he turned to his own insane erection. In the end, he exhaled a long sigh and stood up, pulling up his pants back to normal.

"I'm on my way."

Quickly, he cut the call and summoned his suit back on his body. His throat was dry from the 'almost' intimate evening. He wanted to go all the way and taste that blonde, ripe fruit.

"Let's plan something better later, Emma," Tony said, preparing to fly away. "Somewhere less… Evil Dead desolate."

Emma rolled her eyes, sighed, and grabbed her negligee to wear. "It's Hydra."

Tony sharply stared at her face.

"It's Hydra, Tony. I warned you—they've wormed their way into every corner of American society. They didn't vanish after the war; they evolved. Your Department of Defense? Their playground. Your politicians? Loyal to their cause." She leaned closer, her gaze smoldering yet haunting. "And you are their greatest enemy—the final barrier to their twisted dream."

Mr. Stark. Her heartbeat is unusual. Bordering fear and anxiety.

Tony noted Jarvis' revelation in his ears and tried to see through Emma's personality. The woman was far too complex with motives unknown. He knew her history, her strained relationship with her family.

"What's the deal with you and Hydra?"

"Do I need a reason to despise them, Tony? They're lunatics—twisted minds that see mutants as nothing more than tools, lab rats for their grotesque ambitions. I was like them once. Cold, unfeeling, using mutants as pawns. Until I lost the ones I cherished most. When you became the President and I found out about your deal with Charles and Erik, I had to join you. I had to do something."

Emma started calmly, but near the end of her words, her true thoughts came out. Her frustration, perhaps from her own failure in her past.

Tony nodded grimly, knowing what she was feeling. He felt the same after Afghanistan. After he returned from almost certain death. Knowing he killed innocents indirectly with his weapons.

"And? Your solution is to seduce me? To sleep with me?"

Emma chuckled all of a sudden. "Oh, don't try to be the bigger person, Tony. You know it as much as I do, carnal desires have nothing to do with feelings and schemes. I felt like testing out the President of the United States, so I did."

"What's the verdict?" Tony asked just as he lowered his visor and started walking away.

Emma followed behind all the way to the door. "Hmm… the engine sure looked nice. Just need to take it on a test drive."

Shhh…!

The boosters started.

"Then let's book a better testing ground later."

With that, Tony took off into the sky.

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