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Finally, Christmas together at last. No more illusions, no more spells, no more turning to the dark side because they’d been either brainwashed or become desperate to reunite their family. Wanda and Vision had finally been able to have a relatively normal Maximoff family Christmas, with gifts under the tree for their children and a hearty dinner with their closest friends. Now, with the kids soundly asleep and their friends having gone home, the pair finally had some time to themselves, and they’d both managed to contrive it that they ended up under the mistletoe that they’d strung up in the hallway. The hallway that, conveniently, led to their bedroom.
Of course, given Wanda’s love of cheesy romantic tropes, she’d told Vision the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. Vision, likewise, had gladly informed her of the academic history of the tradition, dating all the way back to old Norse legends surrounding Loki’s murder of Baldur, and wondering whether or not that was based on an actual event now that the world knew that Loki, alongside Thor, was definitely a real person. Indeed, there were so many philosophical ramifications to consider from that fact alone…
“Vis, darling,” Wanda interrupted her husband’s admittedly adorable improvised lecture, reaching up to cup his cheek, fingertips brushing along the fluffy edge of the oversized Santa Claus hat he wore, “Less talking, more kissing,”
She pulled him down to her, and they both smiled into the kiss. It quickly grew heated; maybe it was the lingering buzz from the egg nog and the cider, maybe it was the thrill of this being their first real holiday season as spouses, maybe it was that magic that happens after midnight when the house goes still and lovers find themselves in their own world. Of course, it was not long before they stumbled into bed, her magic making quick work of their clothes, leaving Vision only in the Santa hat, while her own sensible holiday sweater ensemble transformed into a sexy red and white “Mrs. Claus” themed corset. Another burst of scarlet magic likewise gently pushed the synthezoid back onto the bed, his wife crawling over him to cover him in kisses, trailing slowly downward, her goal clear.
“My love, I do believe that the story only specified the need for one kiss,” he teased, but made no move to stop her as she reached his cock, already hard and ready for her, tip dripping with arousal.
“Hm, there’s no reason it can’t be one kiss on Every. Single. Inch. Of you…” she teased back, punctuating each pause with a kiss up his shaft. He opened his mouth to form a witty reply, but all that came out was a moan as she swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock instead, holding him steady at the base as she oh so slowly lowered her mouth onto him, eyes demurely glancing upward to meet his gaze.
“Wanda,” he moaned as his hands went to her hair, tangling in red curls and knocking her own hat askew as he guided her pace, asking for more. She’d started off slow and teasing, savoring him as she held him in the heat of her mouth and dragged her tongue along his length, but now she heeded his instruction, quickening her pace as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Adjusting to his length, and knowing exactly what would bring him to the brink, she relaxed her throat and quickly swallowed his entire length, staring up at him to make searing eye contact as she took him in completely. She knew how to control her gag reflex well, aided even further by her magic, holding him there for a moment before pulling off to tell him:
“You can fuck my mouth, Vis.”
He gladly took advantage of her permission, fucking her throat as she used her magic to suppress her gag reflex. How convenient it was to have such powers! She knew she definitely couldn’t take Vis’s massive vibranium length without them!
It surprised her then, when he slowed and gently pulled out. Any question she had was interrupted by his quick explanation:
“I do believe, darling, that the mistletoe tradition you explained specified we’re supposed to kiss each other,” he said, his carefully academic tone betrayed by the naughty smirk that spread across his lips. “Undress and move your hips up here.”
A shower of red sparkles dispersed her remaining clothing as she was all too eager to follow his request, despite her earlier plan of giving her husband the ultimate blowjob as a bonus Christmas gift. The holiday could be about giving and receiving, after all!
And oh was Vision also good at giving. He took full advantage of not needing to breathe as he grabbed her hips and pulled her down to his face, diving into her pussy, lips and tongue delving into her folds and circling her clit in the way he knew would drive her wild. It distracted her from her plan at first, as she just sat on his face, wonderfully overwhelmed by his ministrations. It was only when he shifted his hips, instinctively bucking at the air in extreme arousal, that she remembered, eyes fixed on his thick, leaking cock before her.
Their height difference prevented her from taking in his entire length without pulling away from his face, but she could still take the tip in her mouth, tongue swirling over where he was most sensitive, as her hands played with the rest of him. Carefully balancing herself, aided by his firm grip on her hips, she stroked his remaining length with one hand, and moved the other to cup his balls. She let her magic oh so slightly flare through her palms, enhancing the sensation of her touch on him. The moan that reverberated into her pussy told her all she needed to know about how good that felt.
While Vision certainly had powers he could put to use in the bedroom as well, he didn’t need to this evening. It wasn’t long before his tongue had her moaning around him, grinding her hips down onto his face to shamelessly chase her release. As wonderful as giving was for both of them, receiving—especially mutual receiving like this—was every bit as sweet.
Vision let his stamina break first, giving in to the amazing sensations of Wanda’s mouth and the intense magical stimulation that flowed from her hands. Oh how he wished to moan her name, to let her know exactly how good he felt, but he settled for a wordless, strangled cry against her as he spilled into her mouth. She took all he had to give, swallowing down every drop. She continued to lick him afterward, coaxing out every drop and milking out every last second of his orgasm, a pleased hum coming from her throat.
She didn’t have long to rest on her metaphorical laurels, though; Vision’s pleasure had only made him all the more determined to see her reach her peak. His grip on her hips left bruises as he all but attacked her pussy and clit, almost instantly pushing her over the edge. She came with his name on her lips, a series of passionate gasps into the cool December air that the house couldn’t quite keep out.
She rolled off of him, turning so that she could lay beside him, resting her head on his shoulder, arm draped across his chest as he adjusted his arm to circle her. A snap of her fingers could easily make all their mess disappear in a shower of scarlet sparks, but she left it all for a moment, basking in the afterglow like any couple would. Sure, they’d embraced their status as “a most unusual couple”, but sometimes… sometimes just a bit of normalcy was nice.
“Merry Christmas, my darling,” he told her, sweetly kissing the top of her head.
“Merry Christmas, my love,” she replied.
It was just the first of many equally naughty-and-nice holiday seasons to come.