"It's really Wanda!"
Amon took a step closer, carefully examining the figure on his hood, confirming that it was indeed Wanda.
He couldn't believe he'd run into the Scarlet Witch in such a remote place. She was slumped on his car, her breath heavy with the scent of malt. Even from a distance, he could tell she'd had a lot to drink.
"Whew..."
"You... how did you get so drunk?"
Hesitant, Amon reached out and placed Wanda's hand on his shoulder, intending to help her up.
Wanda, like a puddle of mud, lifted her hazy eyes, their rims slightly red. Noticing the unfamiliar face, she choked out, "Who... who are you?"
"Miss Maximoff, you're drunk."
Amon firmly grasped her wrist, which was hanging on his shoulder, and pulled her up slightly.
"No... I'm not drunk!"
Wanda, upon hearing this, abruptly pulled away from Amon, stumbling against the hood. She collapsed onto the ground, her head shaking as she sobbed, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
"You need to rest."
Seeing Wanda in this state, Amon sighed, stepping forward to help.
"I know... everyone dislikes me..."
Wanda suddenly lifted her head, her hair disheveled, her eyes red, and tears streaming down her face. Her trembling voice, choked with sobs, and her helpless expression made her look utterly pitiful.
Amon instantly understood Wanda's pain. Recent events must have hit her hard. To prevent widespread casualties, Wanda had thrown the exploding Crossbones into the air. The massive explosion had shattered the building, causing numerous casualties. Despite her efforts to protect others, she was met not with understanding but with endless public pressure.
"You did a good job... no one dislikes you."
Amon stepped forward, ready to help Wanda to her feet, his voice gentle and reassuring. Wanda, he knew, was more fragile than other superheroes. It was understandable that she'd be in this state, likely driven to doubt herself by the online negativity.
"Really?"
Wanda raised her head, revealing a deep valley beneath her snow-white neck. Her action emphasized the fullness of her chest.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Facing this sight, Amon, being a gentleman, took a quick glance, then averted his eyes, instinctively touching his nose and coughing twice. It wasn't that he was lustful, but any normal man, faced with such beauty, would naturally take a second look. It would be uncultured not to.
"Are you lying to me?"
Wanda, acutely aware of Amon's evasive gaze, questioned him with suspicion. If he wasn't lying, why was he avoiding her gaze? He must be trying to comfort her.
"How could I!" Amon looked at Wanda, his voice firm. "No one's perfect. No one can control everything."
Wanda was strong, but that didn't mean she could do everything. Even the purple giant couldn't always get what he wanted, let alone her.
"You... you're right."
Wanda took a deep breath and slowly nodded. She had done her best, but... she hadn't expected...
"Don't think too much. The ground is cold. Let me help you into the car."
Amon approached Wanda and bent down, ready to help her up.
Wanda, facing Amon's proximity, nodded slightly, offering no resistance. She allowed Amon to help her into the back seat.
"Let's take her back to the Avengers."
Seeing Wanda leaning back in the seat, her gaze wandering, Amon shook his head helplessly. Who would have thought he'd run into Wanda here?
As he straightened Wanda's legs, which were dangling out of the car door, and prepared to close the door, a cold, slender hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"What's wrong?"
Facing Wanda, whose cheeks were flushed, Amon asked with a puzzled expression.
"You... you were telling the truth, right?"
"I really didn't do anything wrong?"
Wanda's sparkling eyes were like a star, unique to her. After what had happened, all she had encountered was scorn. The public's lack of understanding, the government's selfishness, it all left her feeling lost. That's why she came to this secluded place to drown her sorrows. But she hadn't expected to find someone who could soothe her pain, someone who would stand by her side with such conviction.
"Yes, you've tried your best."
Amon's voice held a firm conviction.
The next second, Wanda suddenly pulled back, a flash of red light appearing in her hand. A surge of force propelled her towards Amon.
Caught off guard, Amon could only brace himself with his hands on Wanda's shoulders. They both tumbled onto the back seat, their faces inches apart, their breaths mingling.
The scent of alcohol, mixed with a faint aroma of jasmine and wood, filled the air. Her proximity made his heart race, a rare occurrence for a seasoned man like him. Wanda's star-bright blue eyes, like black holes, locked onto his gaze.
"Um..."
Amon opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something.
"Don't talk!"
Wanda closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering like delicate flower petals, surrendering to him.
Amon was stunned. He never expected things to unfold like this. And if he couldn't understand Wanda's intentions, he would have wasted all these years.
Without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed her.
When they finally parted, their lips were still connected by a thread of saliva. Wanda blinked her wet, watery eyes, sparkling like a clear lake. She looked so pitiful, with a hint of alluring redness at the corners of her eyes. Perhaps it was due to nervousness, but her seductive lips trembled...
There was no turning back now!
If he retreated, wouldn't he be a coward?
"Bang!"
Amon gritted his teeth and slammed the car door shut. He had always followed a principle: when something is offered, you don't say no.
Seeing Amon's actions, Wanda exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
"Doing it!"
Without wasting any time, Amon leaned back in, capturing Wanda's lips with a fiery passion. His hands roamed over her body, feeling the curves and softness beneath the fabric. He gently caressed her neck, sending shivers down her spine, and she moaned softly, her body responding to his touch.
Wanda, initially surprised, melted into the kiss, her own hands grabbing onto the lapels of Amon's shirt. She had been craving this kind of comfort, this physical connection that went beyond mere words. The warmth of his body was a stark contrast to the coldness she felt from the world.
"Ah!"
As their kiss deepened, Amon's hands moved down to Wanda's chest, cupping her breasts firmly. He pinched her nipples, eliciting a gasp from her. Wanda arched her back, pressing herself closer to him. Her hand slid down to his belt, and with trembling fingers, she unbuckled it, her desire building up like a storm.
"Fuck me..."
Wanda whispered into his ear, her voice hoarse from crying and the alcohol. The raw need in her voice spurred Amon on. He pushed her onto her back, climbing over her, and with a swift movement, he pulled her dress up, exposing her lace panties. He slid his hand down and touched her through the fabric, feeling the heat and wetness of her arousal.
"Yes..." Wanda breathed heavily, her eyes closed tightly as she felt his hand on her. Her legs spread wider, giving him more access. He slipped a finger inside her panties, feeling the slickness of her pussy. She was soaking wet, and he could feel her clit pulsing against his fingertip. He began to rub it in slow circles, feeling her hips buck against his hand.
Amon's cock was straining against his pants, desperate to be freed. He undid his fly and pulled it out, the cool night air brushing against his hard length. He slid his boxers down and positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock nudging against her pussy. He paused for a moment, looking into her eyes, seeking confirmation. Wanda's pupils were dilated with lust, and she nodded, biting her bottom lip.
With a single thrust, he pushed into her. Wanda's pussy was tight, gripping him like a glove. She moaned loudly, her body arching off the seat. Amon groaned as well, the feeling of her warm, wet heat surrounding him was almost too much to handle. He began to move, his hips pumping into her with a steady rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through both of them, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Wanda wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back as he fucked her. Her moans grew louder, and her hips began to meet his every thrust. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, and he knew she was close. He picked up the pace, driving deeper into her with each stroke.
The car rocked gently with their movements, the leather seats squeaking softly. Wanda's breasts bounced with every thrust, and he couldn't help but lean down to suck on one of her erect nipples.
She clawed at his back, her pussy clenching around his cock. Amon felt her tighten around him and he pushed harder, driving deeper into her.
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Wanda's voice grew louder with each thrust, echoing through the car like a siren's call. Their bodies were a tangle of limbs, sweat glistening in the dim light of the car. Wanda's eyes flew open, and she locked her gaze onto Amon's, the intensity of their connection reaching a boiling point. Her hips bucked wildly, matching his every movement, urging him deeper.
"I'm going to come," she whispered, her voice breathless.
Amon's response was a grunt of effort, his own release just a heartbeat away. He could feel the pressure building until it was unbearable.
With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, releasing his load with a roar. Wanda's body spasmed around him, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado.
They stayed there, panting and trembling, for several long moments. Wanda's legs remained wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back as if she never wanted to let him go.
"Wow," she finally managed to say, her voice a mere whisper.
Amon pulled back to look at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Wow indeed," he replied, his voice still gruff with passion...
Beneath the setting sun, the golden rays of twilight fell upon the black car roof. A black Cayenne, showcasing its impressive shock absorber.