Redolence; 1: Releaser
Story Info
Title: Redolence
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers (MCU)
Genre: Erotica, drama, suspense
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Bruce Banner (Hulk), Clint Barton (Hawkeye), J.A.R.V.I.S., Nick Fury, Loki, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers (Captain America), Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Tony Stark (Iron Man), Thor
Pairings: Tony/OMC. Brief Tony/OFC/OMC. Implied past Pepper/Tony. OT6 (Bruce/Clint/Natasha/Steve/Thor/Tony) if you squint.
Summary: Tony disappears for days and returns with a rather unlikely companion, whom Tony then viciously protects from anyone who tries to separate them. Thor claims the alien is controlling Tony’s mind - but that is only the first of many problems the Avengers and Tony will be facing.
Complete.
Written for: Tentacle Big Bang (tentaclebigbang)
Also filling the “mind control” square on my card in Trope Bingo’s Round 1.
Artist: swcajolings / ART
Warnings: Sexual content between human/alien males (includes tentacles), brief het and slash threesome content (between humans), dubious consent/rape (sex while drugged/mind-controlled), (unwanted) male pregnancy, abortion, violence.
Disclaimer: Iron Man and Avengers, their characters and everything else belong to Marvel. The movie versions belong to Marvel Studios, Joss Whedon, Jon Favreau, Louis Leterrier, Kenneth Branagh, Joe Johnston, Paramount Pictures, Universal Pictures, Walt Disney Pictures… in short: everyone but me. This is pure fiction, created to entertain likeminded fans, no profit made.
Beta: Mythra (mythras-fire)
Feedback: Very much appreciated in every shape and form.
About Redolence: I hope everyone took a good look at the warnings so that no one will be shocked at what they find in this fic. (No, it isn’t that shocking, but as I understand it, some of the unborn-babies-related issues may cause some upset.)
Written for Tentacle Big Bang; I have a faint recollection that the mod of said big bang, unavoidedcrisis may have thrown it out there that instead of traditional rapey-tentacles, there could be loving tentacles instead.
That’s how this story was born. Kind of.
(If you looked at the warnings, you’ll see that “loving” might not be the right word to use, which means I utterly failed at going down the non-rapey road, but there is lots of tentacle enjoyment in the paragraphs following these notes so I hope you’ll enjoy them regardless of the horrific undertones!)
Chapters and statuses: Below you see the writing process of the story’s chapters. If there is no text after the chapter’s title, then it is finished and checked. Possible updates shall be marked after the title.
1: Releaser
2: Trail
3: Sex
4: Primer
5: Signal
6: Information
7: Territorial
8: Alarm
9: Aggregation
10: Appeasing
~ ~ ~
1: Releaser
Tony Stark was at a large beach party in Miami, Florida. Not the White Party, should anyone ask. Not that he had anything against it, and his skin looked awesome dressed all in white, but he knew Pepper would eat him alive should he ever even suggest taking part in that annual fundraiser event in person. Well, it was for a good cause so perhaps she would have relented if he insisted, but after becoming Iron Man and joining the Avengers, he knew Fury wouldn’t just roll his eye if he was caught on camera, grinding against some gorgeous thing.
Fury didn’t have the sense of humor for that kind of thing, Tony was sure.
So, he was at a party, on a beach, music playing loud - and he was already bored out of his skull. He was drinking, he had talked to about hundred people, most of whom first feigned interest in him, then as the night progressed the most daring ones attempted to fish for private details about the other Avengers.
Not that Tony was above spreading rumors and half-truths, but half his team would break his bones for saying inappropriate things, and that half would also defend the honor of others who didn’t feel like doing their own dirty work. Tony might run his mouth on occasion - okay, more than ‘on occasion’ - but he wasn’t that suicidal. And besides, he was an Avenger and he had some pride, so he wasn’t going to tell anyone how big Thor’s junk was, or if Black Widow wore underwear under her catsuit - or if she needed help peeling it off her sweaty skin post-battle.
In summary, Tony was beginning to feel coming out here hadn’t been the best idea, although the invitation had been appealing and he had some personal friends out here, somewhere. Or maybe they had already left with a parade of girls and Tony should get his game face on as well, so as to avoid returning to the hotel alone.
Tony dug out his phone and found a few new messages from Pepper, mostly reminding him of things he needed to do once he got back. No pleasure, just business; that’s how it had been ever since they rather gracefully bowed out of their relationship. It had worked for a few years, but Pepper wanted stability and Tony’s life didn’t offer that - nor was he willing to compromise. They had gone back to being friends, which shouldn’t have been so easy.
He tapped a reply to a few other inquiries then switched to a more private account, noting that there were no disasters awaiting him back home; Bruce had sent him an equation he had just solved, which took Tony a few minutes to decipher; Steve had sent out next week’s meetings and training schedule, which Tony might or might not follow.
Tony directed his attention back to the party, saw a throng of pretty young things and decided to put on the charm and not go home lonely tonight.
It was immediately clear that he was still Tony Stark; in minutes he had the attention of five women and three men, making them laugh, giggle and blush. They wanted to drink with him, dance with him, and most likely fuck him, which had been his agenda for the night. Not that he’d had so many meaningless flings after Afghanistan, but if he got drunk enough, he might forget - and he could always keep his shirt on. No one would think twice about that. Tony was good at re-directing people’s attention, after all, to things he wanted them to see.
“The fireworks are about to start,” one of the men said, glancing at his copy of a designer watch. Two of the women pulled Tony closer to the water so that they could see better, the rest of the entourage following with laughs and joyous voices. Not a care in the world… Tony had once imagined that hanging out in a crowd like this might make him forget all his problems, but it was becoming glaringly obvious it just made him think of all that was wrong with the world.
A glass of expensive bourbon in his hand and dames on each side, Tony watched as the fireworks began. They lit up the sky and were quite spectacular, although Tony had seen better. Oohs and ahs rose from the crowd that was gathering on the beach and some applauded at the biggest rockets and the brightest colors.
In the midst of it all, Tony briefly thought he saw something flash in the wrong direction, a ball of fire careening towards the ground. He guessed it was just a rocket that had malfunctioned, yet his eyes followed its bright trail as it crashed down somewhere a few miles down the beach. No one seemed to be out there and there was no sign of damage, so he directed his attention back to the sky and sipped his drink.
The woman on his left leaned closer, perfume and the faint edge of sweat filling his nose as she boldly cupped his ass. The motion aligned her impressive - yet fake - cleavage towards Tony’s eyes, so he didn’t bother to complain.
- - -
Salt water washed over his skin. Fine grains of rock nestled between his fingers, sloshed back and forth by the restless ocean as he climbed onto dry land. The air had smelled of smoke, pollution drifting down from the sky, but it wasn’t unpleasant; his body was already adapting, his ship having circled the atmosphere long enough to enable him to survive on the planet’s surface once he descended.
Earth.
His eyes scanned the darkness. Vegetation and some animals lurked out there.
None of the human-creatures were around, currently the highest rung on the evolutionary ladder on this planet; intelligent, relatively long-living, creative, having conquered all other life-forms.
Suitable for his needs.
He scanned the area further, the lights still filling the sky with explosions and smoke in colors and shapes that were perhaps meant to be pleasing to the human eye. Voices; a crowd of humans, a steady beat of some kind of sound - music - distorting the words which would have otherwise carried over.
Across the sand and darkness, he began to move towards them. With their poor eyesight, the humans wouldn’t see him and as he stopped just at the edge of darkness, crouched low in vegetation, he could watch them instead. The noises and lights in the sky stopped with a last few echoes and the humans began to return to the brightly-lit area. He listened to their voices, rising and falling, tracking the movements of their bodies with his eyes.
A smaller group remained on the dark beach and he looked at them instead; they didn’t follow the crowd, which was uncommon. There could be an attraction, something significant. His nostrils flared as the air stirred, carrying over their scents. He closed his eyes to savor it, to file away the information.
Yes: uncommon and significant. The males and females, they all wanted to mate. The language of their bodies, the pitch in their voices, looks and touches… And in the center of it all stood one male, in control of the situation, and the others were vying for his attention. It was not a simple mating ritual, however. The one the others wanted was the target of their arousal, perhaps, but he wasn’t dominating the others. The male human wasn’t interested in choosing one of the others, which meant this crowd wasn’t worthy - not of his seed, nor his genes.
As the male began to move back towards the lights and the area of festivities, the others followed, their desire still clear and partially being responded to, yet he saw the difference; it was meaningless. It wouldn’t lead to anything substantial.
Purring softly, he drew further into the shadows, far away enough to not be spotted yet close enough to follow the events. He had found a perfect specimen. It was all a matter of patience and luring the male human to him once the less-deserving scavengers had been driven away.
- - -
Tony was lying back on a couch on the patio. His right hand was rather idly teasing one of the women, two fingers inside her as she ground against his palm and sucked and kissed the side of his neck. His shirt was still on and there was no reason for it to come off, and she seemed intent on getting herself off like this. She had a very nice, talented mouth and if that other woman ever got beyond giving Tony looks that were supposed to be sexy and fondling him through his pants, maybe he would see if the one marking his neck might want to give his dick a similar treatment.
Part of his entourage had vanished, yet one of the men was inching closer. He was young, reminding Tony a bit of how he used to be twenty-something years ago; a shy smile that was betrayed by the knowledgeable look in his eyes, his shorts already tented, the slowness of his approach merely testing the waters.
Tony met his eyes and the guy smiled a bit, stepping over with confidence, and pushed the woman between Tony’s legs to the side; she had taken too long and had now lost her place. Tony didn’t mourn the loss of her as a warm hand slid inside his pants and underwear, unabashed and unapologetic, as the guy leaned up, equally confident as he fitted his lips on Tony’s. The woman who had been pushed aside giggled almost too excitedly from the side but the one still sucking his neck simply breathed hotly against the back of his ear; she knew what was really going on and Tony would gladly keep her for the rest of the night.
The guy pulled back, briefly meeting his eyes. It really wasn’t necessary, seeing as his hand had already freed Tony’s dick, pumping it with all of his male knowledge. As he scooted down to proceed with the wordlessly promised blowjob, Tony sighed out a breath and adjusted his hand, making the woman at his side groan softly and lap at his jaw, then nip at the skin.
Maybe if Tony asked nicely, she and the guy would take turns sucking him off.
A vibration against his upper thigh brought him back to reality and he shifted a little to slide out his phone. He took two glances at the screen, just to be sure, then resisted a groan - which turned into an actual groan as the guy deep-throated him - and brought the phone to his ear. “I feel obliged to inform you that this is a very bad moment for me,” he said before the caller could make a sound.
“I hear you’re down in Florida,” Director Fury cut to the chase.
“Enjoying it very much, too, thanks for asking,” Tony grinned although Fury hadn’t asked. If he’d had a hand free, he may have made an involuntary twitch towards the guy’s head because damn, he knew how to suck cock.
“I have a job for you,” Fury went on.
“Not available right now,” Tony noted a bit more breathily. The woman smiled against his neck and did she just reach down to tug on his balls? Yes, she did. Tony might just eat her out before the night was over. Her giggling friend had made herself scarce, seeing as this show was going to run its course without her, and the guy was shamelessly using his tongue in all the ways that wanted to make Tony ask what Fury was wearing, just for the hell of it.
“Well, when you are, I need you to check out a location on the beach. You shouldn’t be more than a couple miles out. An unknown object landed there and you’re the closest pair of eyes that I have.”
That got Tony’s attention. His brain immediately recalled the burning flash during the fireworks. It was criminal how fast Fury could move him away from amazing sex to possible superhero business. At least his body wasn’t following his brain right away, his fingers still moving inside the wet heat of the woman who suddenly grasped his wrist, stilling his hand for her pleasure and came, grasping his face with the hand that had just been between his legs and claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss.
“Our satellites picked up an unknown object which fell from the sky. We’re trying to figure out where it came from and the data suggests it may have been floating in the thermosphere, undetected until it decided to drop down to Earth. The brief readings we got lean towards the possibility of an extraterrestrial life-form but the falling object was too small to be any kind of space ship.”
The woman released his mouth and Tony cleared his throat. “You’re checking out the skies to see whether there’s more of where this piece came from, right?”
“As we speak.”
“And you said there was an actual life-form detected in the falling object?”
“Could simply be some kind of bacteria, but I want you to check it out immediately.”
Tony felt like pointing out he didn’t have the Iron Man armor with him and if this was some alien parasite, they might want a proper team working on this. “I’ll go and take a look,” he promised, though, never to admit he wasn’t capable of dealing with whatever Fury shoved in front of him.
“Report back once you have eyes on target.” And just like that, Fury disconnected the call, leaving Tony sort of hanging there - just like he was hanging in between intense arousal and an impending orgasm.
The delightful lady, who now rested relaxed against his side, had slid her hand back down to assist the guy still working on bringing him off. A hint of nail against the sensitive skin behind his balls made him squeeze the muscles of his pelvic floor and the guy didn’t even pull off his dick as he came.
They both looked at him once he was done and Tony gave them his best, almost-honest smile of apology. “Is there any way you two can be introduced to each other? There is something I need to take care of. Could be another alien invasion,” he joked, knowing pretty much everyone, anywhere, still remembered how the Avengers defeated the Chitauri in Manhattan. It may have been some years ago - and some huge missions in between - but sometimes the first thing stuck the best in the minds of humanity.
“Sure thing, Mr. Stark,” the guy smiled at him and was already reaching for the woman as Tony slid off the couch and to the side. A quick trip to the bathroom was in order before he could leave the party and take a hike down the beach to see what had gotten Fury’s panties in a twist today.
A quick wash, many faked apologies and even less genuine goodbyes later, Tony finally entered the darkness outside the lit-up area and wondered if he should go back to his hotel for supplies. Not that he had any, seeing as he hadn’t planned on this trip turning into another mission. Perhaps he should have known better.
He recalled the direction where he had seen the ball of fire make contact. From the beach, it hadn’t seemed too far off, but in the semi-darkness and sand filling his shoes, he wasn’t certain if taking this trip unprepared had been the best idea. Chances were the thing had hit the water, not the beach, and he wasn’t going diving after it. Maybe he should call J.A.R.V.I.S. and have the AI fly one of his suits down here.
A sound to his right made him stop and look out into the dark line of trees. The wind created sounds all around him and there were probably animals about, maybe even some drunken couple doing it in the trees. Tony resisted the urge to undo his shirt and allow the arc reactor to cast out its glow; he knew the darkness would swallow it and it would get better once his eyes got used to the lack of light.
He went on walking, one foot slipping into the water when he didn’t pay enough attention to the changes in the curves of the sand. It made his already sand-filled shoe feel a lot less comfortable and he debated just taking them off, yet walking bare-foot in the middle of the night was just asking for trouble.
Another sound, as if something were being dragged through the vegetation, drew Tony’s attention and he wondered if there were snakes here - or, better yet, alligators.
Nothing attacked him, however, but that didn’t make him any less suspicious of the things he couldn’t see. He was debating going back or really making that call to J.A.R.V.I.S., trying to calculate how long it would take the suit to fly out here and how much of a pain it would be to put it on manually. All that left Tony unprepared when suddenly there was a shape in front of him, almost a head taller and he knew it wasn’t a goddamn tree which had just jumped in there out of nowhere.
Tony’s right hand flew up, mimicking what had become a reflex when in the Iron Man armor and having a repulsor ray to blast at whatever or whoever spooked him. He wasn’t armed right now, however, so it was just an empty gesture.
Something slightly slippery wrapped around his wrist in response.
Not good, Tony’s mind yelled at him as he moved his left hand to free the other one, then suddenly a cloud of something hit him in the face, thicker and sweeter than the air, like a coating of dust leaving a surface or a pollen-filled day in the early summer. He wanted to sneeze or brush his nose in order to get it out of his nasal cavity. That’s when he realized he had inhaled - which only made him inhale again instead of holding his breath.
A tickling tingling went all the way from his nose down his throat. The sweet smell turned slightly saltier and he could taste it on his tongue. The slippery sensation of something holding his wrist captive was suddenly warm and comforting, like something sticky and disgusting which actually felt very good when you allowed yourself to like the sensation. His stomach clenched, along with what felt like his entire insides and his head felt hot, way too hot - but only in a good way, not the feverish kind. Like when he was really nicely buzzed and it felt like he would never suffer from a hangover again.
The shape had now formed into… not a person, definitely not a person; it had a torso, two legs and two arms, and a head sitting on the bony shoulders, but there were also something like tentacles - one of them still wrapped around his wrist - leaving its body. In the darkness it was hard to tell how many there were and where and how exactly they connected to the skin, but the one holding his wrist had strength in it, possibly more than Tony had in his whole arm.
As he blinked, overcome by the sudden sensations - most of which his brain failed to process into something comprehensible - the face moved forward. Tony saw eyes, two of them, positioned like a human’s. There was also a shape like a nose between them, only much flatter and besides the fairly normal looking nostrils beneath the small bump, there were long, narrow ones on each side of the nose, reminding him a little of the gills of a fish or a shark. The nostrils - gills - flared, as if inhaling, each of the small shudders capturing his attention. The mouth beneath them opened, revealing… was it more tentacles? Those tentacles were small, thinner than a pen, surrounding the mouth from all sides, thinning as they stretched out. Beneath them was a lipless orifice and a hint of teeth that were smaller and numerous compared to what Tony had in his own mouth.
The face hovered closer and Tony tilted his head. An intense want took him over, filling him with giddy heat from head to toe and he breathed in deeply as the alien face touched his, tentacles reaching all over his face, as far as to his ears and neck, dragging against the skin with what felt like suction cups although he hadn’t seen any. It felt like there would be a hundred small, red marks left afterwards and he didn’t mind, didn’t care.
A laugh snapped Tony out of it and the tentacles retreated, even the one around his wrist. Leaves shook and a couple, drunk and oblivious, sprung from the trees onto the beach, screaming, yelling and laughing.
Tony watched them as if they were a completely alien concept, then snapped his attention back to -
The shape was gone. The creature, alien - whatever it had been - had disappeared and a sudden panic clutched his chest so tight he thought he might faint.
“Hey, dude! You mind giving us some privacy?” the guy yelled and both he and the girl laughed madly as if it were funny somehow. They went back to mauling each other, tangled and preparing to fuck in the sand no doubt.
Tony felt like snarling at them, seeing as he had been here first, but he was alone and desperately wanted to change that. He turned, ready to head off although who knows where - then caught a whiff of something that made his eyes roll back in his head.
The last time Tony had follow a smell anywhere had been when he was a kid and someone was baking in their house. This was almost as good, the certainty of a sweet reward in his mind as he followed the trail into the trees, leaving the drunken couple to their activities.
to be continued…
Title: Redolence
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers (MCU)
Genre: Erotica, drama, suspense
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Bruce Banner (Hulk), Clint Barton (Hawkeye), J.A.R.V.I.S., Nick Fury, Loki, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers (Captain America), Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Tony Stark (Iron Man), Thor
Pairings: Tony/OMC. Brief Tony/OFC/OMC. Implied past Pepper/Tony. OT6 (Bruce/Clint/Natasha/Steve/Thor/Tony) if you squint.
Summary: Tony disappears for days and returns with a rather unlikely companion, whom Tony then viciously protects from anyone who tries to separate them. Thor claims the alien is controlling Tony’s mind - but that is only the first of many problems the Avengers and Tony will be facing.
Complete.
Written for: Tentacle Big Bang (tentaclebigbang)
Also filling the “mind control” square on my card in Trope Bingo’s Round 1.
Artist: swcajolings / ART
Warnings: Sexual content between human/alien males (includes tentacles), brief het and slash threesome content (between humans), dubious consent/rape (sex while drugged/mind-controlled), (unwanted) male pregnancy, abortion, violence.
Disclaimer: Iron Man and Avengers, their characters and everything else belong to Marvel. The movie versions belong to Marvel Studios, Joss Whedon, Jon Favreau, Louis Leterrier, Kenneth Branagh, Joe Johnston, Paramount Pictures, Universal Pictures, Walt Disney Pictures… in short: everyone but me. This is pure fiction, created to entertain likeminded fans, no profit made.
Beta: Mythra (mythras-fire)
Feedback: Very much appreciated in every shape and form.
About Redolence: I hope everyone took a good look at the warnings so that no one will be shocked at what they find in this fic. (No, it isn’t that shocking, but as I understand it, some of the unborn-babies-related issues may cause some upset.)
Written for Tentacle Big Bang; I have a faint recollection that the mod of said big bang, unavoidedcrisis may have thrown it out there that instead of traditional rapey-tentacles, there could be loving tentacles instead.
That’s how this story was born. Kind of.
(If you looked at the warnings, you’ll see that “loving” might not be the right word to use, which means I utterly failed at going down the non-rapey road, but there is lots of tentacle enjoyment in the paragraphs following these notes so I hope you’ll enjoy them regardless of the horrific undertones!)
Chapters and statuses: Below you see the writing process of the story’s chapters. If there is no text after the chapter’s title, then it is finished and checked. Possible updates shall be marked after the title.
1: Releaser
2: Trail
3: Sex
4: Primer
5: Signal
6: Information
7: Territorial
8: Alarm
9: Aggregation
10: Appeasing
~ ~ ~
1: Releaser
Tony Stark was at a large beach party in Miami, Florida. Not the White Party, should anyone ask. Not that he had anything against it, and his skin looked awesome dressed all in white, but he knew Pepper would eat him alive should he ever even suggest taking part in that annual fundraiser event in person. Well, it was for a good cause so perhaps she would have relented if he insisted, but after becoming Iron Man and joining the Avengers, he knew Fury wouldn’t just roll his eye if he was caught on camera, grinding against some gorgeous thing.
Fury didn’t have the sense of humor for that kind of thing, Tony was sure.
So, he was at a party, on a beach, music playing loud - and he was already bored out of his skull. He was drinking, he had talked to about hundred people, most of whom first feigned interest in him, then as the night progressed the most daring ones attempted to fish for private details about the other Avengers.
Not that Tony was above spreading rumors and half-truths, but half his team would break his bones for saying inappropriate things, and that half would also defend the honor of others who didn’t feel like doing their own dirty work. Tony might run his mouth on occasion - okay, more than ‘on occasion’ - but he wasn’t that suicidal. And besides, he was an Avenger and he had some pride, so he wasn’t going to tell anyone how big Thor’s junk was, or if Black Widow wore underwear under her catsuit - or if she needed help peeling it off her sweaty skin post-battle.
In summary, Tony was beginning to feel coming out here hadn’t been the best idea, although the invitation had been appealing and he had some personal friends out here, somewhere. Or maybe they had already left with a parade of girls and Tony should get his game face on as well, so as to avoid returning to the hotel alone.
Tony dug out his phone and found a few new messages from Pepper, mostly reminding him of things he needed to do once he got back. No pleasure, just business; that’s how it had been ever since they rather gracefully bowed out of their relationship. It had worked for a few years, but Pepper wanted stability and Tony’s life didn’t offer that - nor was he willing to compromise. They had gone back to being friends, which shouldn’t have been so easy.
He tapped a reply to a few other inquiries then switched to a more private account, noting that there were no disasters awaiting him back home; Bruce had sent him an equation he had just solved, which took Tony a few minutes to decipher; Steve had sent out next week’s meetings and training schedule, which Tony might or might not follow.
Tony directed his attention back to the party, saw a throng of pretty young things and decided to put on the charm and not go home lonely tonight.
It was immediately clear that he was still Tony Stark; in minutes he had the attention of five women and three men, making them laugh, giggle and blush. They wanted to drink with him, dance with him, and most likely fuck him, which had been his agenda for the night. Not that he’d had so many meaningless flings after Afghanistan, but if he got drunk enough, he might forget - and he could always keep his shirt on. No one would think twice about that. Tony was good at re-directing people’s attention, after all, to things he wanted them to see.
“The fireworks are about to start,” one of the men said, glancing at his copy of a designer watch. Two of the women pulled Tony closer to the water so that they could see better, the rest of the entourage following with laughs and joyous voices. Not a care in the world… Tony had once imagined that hanging out in a crowd like this might make him forget all his problems, but it was becoming glaringly obvious it just made him think of all that was wrong with the world.
A glass of expensive bourbon in his hand and dames on each side, Tony watched as the fireworks began. They lit up the sky and were quite spectacular, although Tony had seen better. Oohs and ahs rose from the crowd that was gathering on the beach and some applauded at the biggest rockets and the brightest colors.
In the midst of it all, Tony briefly thought he saw something flash in the wrong direction, a ball of fire careening towards the ground. He guessed it was just a rocket that had malfunctioned, yet his eyes followed its bright trail as it crashed down somewhere a few miles down the beach. No one seemed to be out there and there was no sign of damage, so he directed his attention back to the sky and sipped his drink.
The woman on his left leaned closer, perfume and the faint edge of sweat filling his nose as she boldly cupped his ass. The motion aligned her impressive - yet fake - cleavage towards Tony’s eyes, so he didn’t bother to complain.
- - -
Salt water washed over his skin. Fine grains of rock nestled between his fingers, sloshed back and forth by the restless ocean as he climbed onto dry land. The air had smelled of smoke, pollution drifting down from the sky, but it wasn’t unpleasant; his body was already adapting, his ship having circled the atmosphere long enough to enable him to survive on the planet’s surface once he descended.
Earth.
His eyes scanned the darkness. Vegetation and some animals lurked out there.
None of the human-creatures were around, currently the highest rung on the evolutionary ladder on this planet; intelligent, relatively long-living, creative, having conquered all other life-forms.
Suitable for his needs.
He scanned the area further, the lights still filling the sky with explosions and smoke in colors and shapes that were perhaps meant to be pleasing to the human eye. Voices; a crowd of humans, a steady beat of some kind of sound - music - distorting the words which would have otherwise carried over.
Across the sand and darkness, he began to move towards them. With their poor eyesight, the humans wouldn’t see him and as he stopped just at the edge of darkness, crouched low in vegetation, he could watch them instead. The noises and lights in the sky stopped with a last few echoes and the humans began to return to the brightly-lit area. He listened to their voices, rising and falling, tracking the movements of their bodies with his eyes.
A smaller group remained on the dark beach and he looked at them instead; they didn’t follow the crowd, which was uncommon. There could be an attraction, something significant. His nostrils flared as the air stirred, carrying over their scents. He closed his eyes to savor it, to file away the information.
Yes: uncommon and significant. The males and females, they all wanted to mate. The language of their bodies, the pitch in their voices, looks and touches… And in the center of it all stood one male, in control of the situation, and the others were vying for his attention. It was not a simple mating ritual, however. The one the others wanted was the target of their arousal, perhaps, but he wasn’t dominating the others. The male human wasn’t interested in choosing one of the others, which meant this crowd wasn’t worthy - not of his seed, nor his genes.
As the male began to move back towards the lights and the area of festivities, the others followed, their desire still clear and partially being responded to, yet he saw the difference; it was meaningless. It wouldn’t lead to anything substantial.
Purring softly, he drew further into the shadows, far away enough to not be spotted yet close enough to follow the events. He had found a perfect specimen. It was all a matter of patience and luring the male human to him once the less-deserving scavengers had been driven away.
- - -
Tony was lying back on a couch on the patio. His right hand was rather idly teasing one of the women, two fingers inside her as she ground against his palm and sucked and kissed the side of his neck. His shirt was still on and there was no reason for it to come off, and she seemed intent on getting herself off like this. She had a very nice, talented mouth and if that other woman ever got beyond giving Tony looks that were supposed to be sexy and fondling him through his pants, maybe he would see if the one marking his neck might want to give his dick a similar treatment.
Part of his entourage had vanished, yet one of the men was inching closer. He was young, reminding Tony a bit of how he used to be twenty-something years ago; a shy smile that was betrayed by the knowledgeable look in his eyes, his shorts already tented, the slowness of his approach merely testing the waters.
Tony met his eyes and the guy smiled a bit, stepping over with confidence, and pushed the woman between Tony’s legs to the side; she had taken too long and had now lost her place. Tony didn’t mourn the loss of her as a warm hand slid inside his pants and underwear, unabashed and unapologetic, as the guy leaned up, equally confident as he fitted his lips on Tony’s. The woman who had been pushed aside giggled almost too excitedly from the side but the one still sucking his neck simply breathed hotly against the back of his ear; she knew what was really going on and Tony would gladly keep her for the rest of the night.
The guy pulled back, briefly meeting his eyes. It really wasn’t necessary, seeing as his hand had already freed Tony’s dick, pumping it with all of his male knowledge. As he scooted down to proceed with the wordlessly promised blowjob, Tony sighed out a breath and adjusted his hand, making the woman at his side groan softly and lap at his jaw, then nip at the skin.
Maybe if Tony asked nicely, she and the guy would take turns sucking him off.
A vibration against his upper thigh brought him back to reality and he shifted a little to slide out his phone. He took two glances at the screen, just to be sure, then resisted a groan - which turned into an actual groan as the guy deep-throated him - and brought the phone to his ear. “I feel obliged to inform you that this is a very bad moment for me,” he said before the caller could make a sound.
“I hear you’re down in Florida,” Director Fury cut to the chase.
“Enjoying it very much, too, thanks for asking,” Tony grinned although Fury hadn’t asked. If he’d had a hand free, he may have made an involuntary twitch towards the guy’s head because damn, he knew how to suck cock.
“I have a job for you,” Fury went on.
“Not available right now,” Tony noted a bit more breathily. The woman smiled against his neck and did she just reach down to tug on his balls? Yes, she did. Tony might just eat her out before the night was over. Her giggling friend had made herself scarce, seeing as this show was going to run its course without her, and the guy was shamelessly using his tongue in all the ways that wanted to make Tony ask what Fury was wearing, just for the hell of it.
“Well, when you are, I need you to check out a location on the beach. You shouldn’t be more than a couple miles out. An unknown object landed there and you’re the closest pair of eyes that I have.”
That got Tony’s attention. His brain immediately recalled the burning flash during the fireworks. It was criminal how fast Fury could move him away from amazing sex to possible superhero business. At least his body wasn’t following his brain right away, his fingers still moving inside the wet heat of the woman who suddenly grasped his wrist, stilling his hand for her pleasure and came, grasping his face with the hand that had just been between his legs and claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss.
“Our satellites picked up an unknown object which fell from the sky. We’re trying to figure out where it came from and the data suggests it may have been floating in the thermosphere, undetected until it decided to drop down to Earth. The brief readings we got lean towards the possibility of an extraterrestrial life-form but the falling object was too small to be any kind of space ship.”
The woman released his mouth and Tony cleared his throat. “You’re checking out the skies to see whether there’s more of where this piece came from, right?”
“As we speak.”
“And you said there was an actual life-form detected in the falling object?”
“Could simply be some kind of bacteria, but I want you to check it out immediately.”
Tony felt like pointing out he didn’t have the Iron Man armor with him and if this was some alien parasite, they might want a proper team working on this. “I’ll go and take a look,” he promised, though, never to admit he wasn’t capable of dealing with whatever Fury shoved in front of him.
“Report back once you have eyes on target.” And just like that, Fury disconnected the call, leaving Tony sort of hanging there - just like he was hanging in between intense arousal and an impending orgasm.
The delightful lady, who now rested relaxed against his side, had slid her hand back down to assist the guy still working on bringing him off. A hint of nail against the sensitive skin behind his balls made him squeeze the muscles of his pelvic floor and the guy didn’t even pull off his dick as he came.
They both looked at him once he was done and Tony gave them his best, almost-honest smile of apology. “Is there any way you two can be introduced to each other? There is something I need to take care of. Could be another alien invasion,” he joked, knowing pretty much everyone, anywhere, still remembered how the Avengers defeated the Chitauri in Manhattan. It may have been some years ago - and some huge missions in between - but sometimes the first thing stuck the best in the minds of humanity.
“Sure thing, Mr. Stark,” the guy smiled at him and was already reaching for the woman as Tony slid off the couch and to the side. A quick trip to the bathroom was in order before he could leave the party and take a hike down the beach to see what had gotten Fury’s panties in a twist today.
A quick wash, many faked apologies and even less genuine goodbyes later, Tony finally entered the darkness outside the lit-up area and wondered if he should go back to his hotel for supplies. Not that he had any, seeing as he hadn’t planned on this trip turning into another mission. Perhaps he should have known better.
He recalled the direction where he had seen the ball of fire make contact. From the beach, it hadn’t seemed too far off, but in the semi-darkness and sand filling his shoes, he wasn’t certain if taking this trip unprepared had been the best idea. Chances were the thing had hit the water, not the beach, and he wasn’t going diving after it. Maybe he should call J.A.R.V.I.S. and have the AI fly one of his suits down here.
A sound to his right made him stop and look out into the dark line of trees. The wind created sounds all around him and there were probably animals about, maybe even some drunken couple doing it in the trees. Tony resisted the urge to undo his shirt and allow the arc reactor to cast out its glow; he knew the darkness would swallow it and it would get better once his eyes got used to the lack of light.
He went on walking, one foot slipping into the water when he didn’t pay enough attention to the changes in the curves of the sand. It made his already sand-filled shoe feel a lot less comfortable and he debated just taking them off, yet walking bare-foot in the middle of the night was just asking for trouble.
Another sound, as if something were being dragged through the vegetation, drew Tony’s attention and he wondered if there were snakes here - or, better yet, alligators.
Nothing attacked him, however, but that didn’t make him any less suspicious of the things he couldn’t see. He was debating going back or really making that call to J.A.R.V.I.S., trying to calculate how long it would take the suit to fly out here and how much of a pain it would be to put it on manually. All that left Tony unprepared when suddenly there was a shape in front of him, almost a head taller and he knew it wasn’t a goddamn tree which had just jumped in there out of nowhere.
Tony’s right hand flew up, mimicking what had become a reflex when in the Iron Man armor and having a repulsor ray to blast at whatever or whoever spooked him. He wasn’t armed right now, however, so it was just an empty gesture.
Something slightly slippery wrapped around his wrist in response.
Not good, Tony’s mind yelled at him as he moved his left hand to free the other one, then suddenly a cloud of something hit him in the face, thicker and sweeter than the air, like a coating of dust leaving a surface or a pollen-filled day in the early summer. He wanted to sneeze or brush his nose in order to get it out of his nasal cavity. That’s when he realized he had inhaled - which only made him inhale again instead of holding his breath.
A tickling tingling went all the way from his nose down his throat. The sweet smell turned slightly saltier and he could taste it on his tongue. The slippery sensation of something holding his wrist captive was suddenly warm and comforting, like something sticky and disgusting which actually felt very good when you allowed yourself to like the sensation. His stomach clenched, along with what felt like his entire insides and his head felt hot, way too hot - but only in a good way, not the feverish kind. Like when he was really nicely buzzed and it felt like he would never suffer from a hangover again.
The shape had now formed into… not a person, definitely not a person; it had a torso, two legs and two arms, and a head sitting on the bony shoulders, but there were also something like tentacles - one of them still wrapped around his wrist - leaving its body. In the darkness it was hard to tell how many there were and where and how exactly they connected to the skin, but the one holding his wrist had strength in it, possibly more than Tony had in his whole arm.
As he blinked, overcome by the sudden sensations - most of which his brain failed to process into something comprehensible - the face moved forward. Tony saw eyes, two of them, positioned like a human’s. There was also a shape like a nose between them, only much flatter and besides the fairly normal looking nostrils beneath the small bump, there were long, narrow ones on each side of the nose, reminding him a little of the gills of a fish or a shark. The nostrils - gills - flared, as if inhaling, each of the small shudders capturing his attention. The mouth beneath them opened, revealing… was it more tentacles? Those tentacles were small, thinner than a pen, surrounding the mouth from all sides, thinning as they stretched out. Beneath them was a lipless orifice and a hint of teeth that were smaller and numerous compared to what Tony had in his own mouth.
The face hovered closer and Tony tilted his head. An intense want took him over, filling him with giddy heat from head to toe and he breathed in deeply as the alien face touched his, tentacles reaching all over his face, as far as to his ears and neck, dragging against the skin with what felt like suction cups although he hadn’t seen any. It felt like there would be a hundred small, red marks left afterwards and he didn’t mind, didn’t care.
A laugh snapped Tony out of it and the tentacles retreated, even the one around his wrist. Leaves shook and a couple, drunk and oblivious, sprung from the trees onto the beach, screaming, yelling and laughing.
Tony watched them as if they were a completely alien concept, then snapped his attention back to -
The shape was gone. The creature, alien - whatever it had been - had disappeared and a sudden panic clutched his chest so tight he thought he might faint.
“Hey, dude! You mind giving us some privacy?” the guy yelled and both he and the girl laughed madly as if it were funny somehow. They went back to mauling each other, tangled and preparing to fuck in the sand no doubt.
Tony felt like snarling at them, seeing as he had been here first, but he was alone and desperately wanted to change that. He turned, ready to head off although who knows where - then caught a whiff of something that made his eyes roll back in his head.
The last time Tony had follow a smell anywhere had been when he was a kid and someone was baking in their house. This was almost as good, the certainty of a sweet reward in his mind as he followed the trail into the trees, leaving the drunken couple to their activities.
to be continued…