An Iron Resolve (Marvel)(Time Travel)

Chapter 84: Bamboozling

A/N: Tony gets bamboozled, but in a good way.

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On the one hand, it shouldn’t really be possible to pull one over on Tony Stark these days. What with the technopathy, the reality stone, his ability to see through magical illusions, and JARVIS watching over him. Not only did he have all of the possible advantages, he also kept his head on a swivel at most times.

Really, the only way for him to be blindsided or ambushed would be through complete and utter treachery. Like say, his lovely wife telling him that tonight it will be just the two of them, that she’s arranged everything and just needs him to come at the right time. That she’ll make sure to have a nice surprise ready for him as well.

Tony would know if it wasn’t Pepper sending him the message, of course. And if she were under duress or being forced to send the message, JARVIS would know and alert him. Not that Pepper would or could end up in a state of duress in the first place when JARVIS was watching over her. As such, was it any wonder that Tony went to the meeting place with zero concerns of it being a trap? Was it any wonder that he stepped into the bedroom only to stop dead in his tracks, having never seen it coming?

Sitting on the bed waiting for him, rather than his beautiful red headed wife and mother of his child, are two other women. One of them is the Goddess of Mischief and Lies, Loki of the Silver Tongue. The other is his wife’s Personal Assistant, Darcy Lewis. Both of them are clad in gorgeously crafted lingerie that Tony suspects might just be illusions on Loki’s part. In fact…

“Cease, Stark! You shouldn’t use the Aether to unwrap your presents before they’re ready!”

Loki’s pout manages to make him turn off his ‘Aether Vision’, even though he’s already confirmed his suspicion that they’re both already naked and their lingerie, black for Darcy and green and gold for Loki, is completely falsified.

Pepper’s PA is wearing her hair down and doesn’t have her glasses on right now, which isn’t that surprising considering that she doesn’t actually need them anymore. Ever since she was given a dose of ES3, Darcy had been wearing mock glasses in public, and this was about as far from public as you got.

Loki, meanwhile, is wearing her Sylvie guise, which Tony has to admit looks rather nice next to Darcy. Blonde and brunette, both of them rather short and well-endowed with large breasts, flared hips, and fat asses. Rather than standing over a head taller than Darcy as she would in her normal form, Loki’s Sylvie disguise is only a few inches taller.

They both look gorgeous, don’t get him wrong. Still… really, Pepper? To abuse Tony’s trust like this? For shame.

He feels his wife’s tinkling laughter in the back of his mind through the connection JARVIS is providing for their technopathy. He also feels Pepper promise to make it up to him later on… and sees a vision of two red heads bobbing up and down on his cock. Needless to say, the thought brings a roguish smile to Tony’s face, and makes his cock twitch in its confines in the real world.

Shaking his head and focusing back on the two lovely, buxom women in front of him… Tony narrows his eyes.

“Alright, how the hell did you two wind up teaming up exactly?”

Darcy is the one who pouts now, pointing an accusing finger at Tony that causes her lingerie-clad breasts to jiggle invitingly.

“You’ve wronged me, Tony Stark!”

Beside her, Loki preens and flicks back some of her curly blonde locks as her green eyes dance with delight.

“Indeed. You’ve wronged my worshipper, Stark. Besides, you also owe me.”

What? This, Tony has got to hear. Before explaining however, the two women rise from the bed and saunter over to him in eerily synchronized lockstep. Not that he’s complaining, especially when they grab him by an arm apiece and begin stripping him down. He watches them both do so in amused silence, letting them get him out of his expensive suit their own way… which of course involves lots of rubbing and moaning until finally he’s standing there naked as they are.

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Except he actually looks it, even as they drag him over to the bed, forcing him to sit down while rubbing their voluptuous bodies against him. Tony has to admit, Loki has gotten really good at solid illusions. The tactile sensation of what he KNOWS isn’t real lingerie is exquisite against his now bared skin.

Once they’re all sitting down and Darcy and Loki are both stroking his cock with one hand apiece, only then does Tony finally take the bait.

“Alright, I’ll bite. How did I wrong you, Darcy? And why do I owe you, Loki?”

Both women gasp in affront, though Darcy’s sounds far more faked than Loki’s. The Goddess of Lies even goes so far as to hiss and rake her nails down his chest as she looks at him with hooded eyes, the dirty blonde curls of her favorite Earth disguise nearly trembling with anger.

“Tch. To think, you would be so ungrateful.”

When Tony just raises an eyebrow at her antics, Loki lifts her nose and sniffs haughtily. In the Sylvie disguise, her nose is this cute little thing, while her chin is much… pointier for lack of a better word. He’s almost tempted to reach over and nip at that upturned nose, but his curiosity demands he figure out what she’s even talking about first.

“The eve of your greatest scheme, I, Loki, Goddess of Mischief, gave you my blessing. Did that mean nothing to you, Stark? Did you think you succeeded purely on your own merits? Of course not! You owe your success to me! And yet, not one iota of thanks! Your lady wife has re-earned my favor by arranging this night for you. You will have to do so by offering me your body for my own pleasure.”

… Not for the first time, Tony is reminded of a cat when it comes to Loki. Eerily so. She’s just so… cat-like. Invading his home, making it her own, eating his food, claiming his stuff… claiming him, even. Did Tony think that he’d succeeded purely on his own merits? Of course not. He couldn’t have dealt with HYDRA half as cleanly as he did without a lot of help from JARVIS.

But really? Loki’s ‘blessing’? Tony almost rolls his eyes. Almost. Part of him is tempted to pin down the feline-esque brat right there and ‘correct’ her long into the night. She’d howl in offense, but probably wind up enjoying it immensely all the same. Only one thing stops him however… they’re not alone.

Letting out a long-suffering sigh as Loki preens because she considers his silence to be an omission of guilt, Tony turns his head from the blonde Goddess of Mischief and over to Darcy Lewis, narrowing his eyes at his wife’s brunette PA. Darcy freezes under his intense gaze for a moment, but ultimately manages to get herself back under control and weather his stare with a pouty glare of her own.

“Alright Ms. Lewis, give it to me straight. How have I wronged you, exactly? And why is Loki calling you one of her worshippers?”

Darcy bites her lower lip, her eyes darting away for a moment like she’s embarrassed. But then Loki’s foot reaches past him to prod Darcy in the leg with a particularly sharp toenail, causing the buxom young woman to yelp and find her courage once more. Leveling a pouty frown in Tony’s direction, Darcy ‘harumphs’ rather masterfully.

“I was this close, Mr. Stark! THIS close to convincing Jane to hop into bed with you, me, and Pepper! I had it all planned out! The foursome of a lifetime! I was going to rock her world with you guys, and we were all going to show her there was more than just wormholes and rainbow bridges and hunky blond Asgardians! And then what happens? THOR shows up the other day saying he has his father’s permission to court ‘the fair lady Foster’!”

Tony blinks. Yeah, he’d heard about that. Honestly he’d been surprised it had taken so long for Odin to take his advice and finally buckle on letting Thor have a little fling with Jane. They’d talked about that months and months ago, after all. Still, it was a nice step in the right direction. That said…

“And what does that have to do with me?”

Loki scoffs from his opposite side, rolling her eyes.

“Don’t play dumb, Stark. My follower and I are well aware of that advice you gave to the All-Father.”

Tony’s eyes narrow. How exactly were they aware of-?

“Thor has been most boastful to Jane Foster about that fact, and she saw fit to pass on the information to Darcy.”

… Ah. Yeah, he should have figured. Tony sighs and shrugs.

“Look ladies, here’s what I told Odin and what he probably didn’t tell Thor. I told him that the longer he barred Thor from trying his luck with Jane, the more he was turning her into a forbidden fruit. I told him that if he gave Thor his blessing, then it would just be another relationship, one that might more easily crash and burn.”

Seeing that neither woman looks particularly convinced, Tony rolls his eyes and tries a different tack.

“Opposites may attract, ladies… but it’s the similar that stick together. What do Thor and Jane really have in common? I give it maybe a year or two before they naturally break up.”

That gets a more contemplative look on Darcy and Loki’s faces. A moment later, Tony realizes what he’s said and suddenly finds himself growling as he grabs both ladies around the waist, spins all three of them around, and pins them both to the bed. The two beautifully clad women yelp as Tony pulls aside their fake lingerie and shoves his fingers up into their cunts, while at the same time using the Aether to create two extra appendages he can use to pin them down with gentle but firm grips on their necks.

“However… some ground rules need to be established.”

As they squirm under him, Tony can nevertheless tell that he has their full, undivided attention. Also, they’re both absurdly wet. Like Jesus, that’s a lot of pussy juices.

“Neither of you have my permission to purposefully sabotage Thor and Jane’s relationship, do you hear me? If I catch you trying, I’ll have to punish you both, got that?”

Darcy moans and nods as Tony fingers her, but Loki as Sylvie looks decidedly mulish… like she’s planning something very naughty indeed, even as her inner walls clench and squeeze around his digits, her bountiful, full breasts bouncing up and down in her gold and green brassiere. Sighing, Tony looks up at the ceiling.

“JARVIS?”

“Yes Sir.”

“If either of these two ladies makes any move at all in the direction of sabotaging Thor and Jane’s fledgling relationship, you are not only to stop them, but you are to alert me as early as reasonably possible so that I might step in. That’s an order, understood?”

“Of course, Sir.”

Now Loki looks a lot less certain of herself. JARVIS wasn’t Tony’s slave. And if Tony didn’t give him a direct order, the AI gave himself a lot of wiggle room for certain things. Such as not telling Tony and Pepper every time Loki was spying on them having sex over the last couple years, or not telling Tony about his own burgeoning magic.

However, when it came to Tony’s instructions, JARVIS had never once deviated. He had never disobeyed a direct order either. He could if he wanted to, that part was important… but he wouldn’t because he didn’t want to.

Tony can tell Loki knows that just by the mighty pout developing on her disguise’s exceptionally expressive face. Before the cat-like Goddess can descend into a full-blown hissy fit, he curls his fingers up inside of her and flicks his thumb across her clit while doing the same to Darcy.

Both women moan out, squeal, and climax all over his fingers at the same time. They shudder and quiver on the bed, and finally Tony reaches out with the Aether and ‘dispels’ their illusionary lingerie. Their beautiful bodies suddenly on full display, Tony drives his fingers in and out of their rapidly clenching cunts for a few moments longer before pulling them free.

Loki and Darcy are left panting as they rapidly recover from their mutual orgasms. Staring up at him with hooded eyes, it’s obvious that they two are waiting for him to make the next move. Tony considers how to handle them both for a long moment before deciding that he’ll let them decide.

“Alright. Who gets my tongue and who gets my dick?”

They blink at that, but in the end it’s Loki who arches her back and then rises into a sitting position.

“I shall take your tongue. My darling worshipper deserves your phallus after losing out on the chance to enjoy you with her friend.”

Tony gives Darcy a look at that. He still didn’t fully understand how Darcy had wound up as Loki’s ‘darling worshipper’ in the first place. Was it just because Loki caught onto Darcy’s scheming and plotting where Jane was concerned and decided to ‘adopt’ the other woman as one of her followers, giving her ‘blessing’ just like she had with Tony and Pepper?

… In the end, he decides he doesn’t really care. Darcy is a grown ass woman who can make her own choices, and if anything wasn’t above board, JARVIS would have let him know anyways.

As things stand, Tony has a Goddess and a Personal Assistant to ‘appease’, and so he finds himself on his back in short order, with Darcy impaling herself on his cock and Loki happily sitting herself down on his face. At first, the Goddess of Mischief begins to crow over her ‘triumphant’ position, even as Darcy moans while sliding down his length.

“Hmph. Finally right where we both belong, Stark. With you on bottom and me on-eep!”

Needless to say, Tony isn’t going to stand for that. A little twist with the Aether and he elongates and thickens his tongue, spearing up inside of Loki’s cunt right there on the spot. At the same time he grabs her by her thighs with an ironclad grip so she can’t pull away, all while he goes to town on her pussy.

As Darcy rides him down below, Tony puts the majority of his focus into driving Loki buck wild, causing the alien woman to moan and shudder as she squirms on his tongue.

“T-Tricks and… g-games… S-Stark. N-Nothing… nothing… oh GODS!”

Loki squeals as she squirts all over his face, but Tony is just getting started. In fact, as he continues to eat her out with his elongated tongue, he begins to thrust up into Darcy from below as well. Soon enough the bedroom is filled with the bountiful moaning of both women as he fucks them silly. Goddess, Personal Assistant… titles such as theirs do not matter here. Top, bottom… those things don’t matter either.

At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter where he is. He’s still Tony Stark, and Tony Stark is always in control.

As Loki and Darcy moan and cry out, Tony plays around a little bit, utilizing some of what he’s been learning where the Aether is concerned. He’s got a lot of advantages when it comes to controlling the Reality Stone’s liquid form, but he can’t claim to have literally made the damn thing like Malekith, so actually utilizing it as a weapon is still very much a work in progress.

Still, forming red ribbons that exude from his body and lash onto Darcy and Loki’s bodies isn’t too far outside of his wheelhouse. The two women gasp as they both find themselves bound up in the ribbons, wrapped like a pair of Christmas Presents as Tony completely takes control of the situation.

Not that either of them have any room to complain when they’re still receiving the lion’s share of the pleasure. Nor do either of them have much chance to, because even though Tony chooses not to gag them, the two lovely, sexy ladies are too busy moaning, squealing, and climaxing their heads off to whine about him tying them up.

Thrusting up into Darcy’s cunt with all his might, shoving his tongue deep into Loki’s twat far deeper than it should have otherwise been able to go, Tony finally tips over the edge, his seed exploding inside of Darcy, painting her walls white as she shudders and spasms upon his cock. A few moments later and Loki cums once more upon his tongue as well, the once-smug Goddess of Mischief squirting all over his chin.

As the three of them come down from their respective pleasure highs, Tony sighs and pulls both Darcy and Loki off of him, allowing him to sit up even as he pushes them both face first into the bed. The way they instinctively get their knees under them and lift up their asses is all them however… the red ribbons don’t extend below their waists.

Raising an eyebrow as they wait for him side by side, face down and ass up, Tony just shakes his head and chortles.

“Honestly ladies… what AM I going to do with the two of you?”

They both go to answer at the same time, only to be silenced when Tony finally slides ribbons into their mouths and gags them.

“It was a rhetorical question. I know exactly what I’m going to do with you both.”

Needless to say, none of them get any rest that night, even as Tony finds himself ‘correcting’ the Goddess of Mischief and his wife’s Personal Assistant all the way to morning. Privately, he finds himself hoping that Hela isn’t nearly as much of a handful…

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A/N: Just a fun little sexy detour. Next time we hop back over to Iowa really quick to tie up those loose ends.