Marvel: President Stark 36 - Not Again! [THE END] (Patreon)

Jarvis didn't have the entire computational power that it needed to manage that intense surge of energy coursing through Tony's mechanical armor, the Arc Reactor, and the physical body. He wanted to save Tony, a being akin to his father.  

Long ago he had gained sentience, but he never overstepped its authority. He stayed true to his role of supporting Tony. But now, he had to make a choice. To use his full ability to save Tony. He only had seconds to control the energy flow, research it, reform it, and create new energy pathways. 

"Assuming control of the armor."

"Synchronizing with neural patterns."

Jarvis moved Tony's armored hand that had the sling ring on it. Using the control over Tony's brain waves, he visioned images of Stark Tower's data center. It wasn’t an easy maneuver, as Jarvis had to ensure he didn't fry Tony's brain in the process. So, at best, he could only create a tiny, needle-tip-sized portal. But it was enough to access the full potential of his systems on Earth. 

"Engaging auto-pilot for Iron Guardians—temporary protocol enabled."

"Securing communications. The channel is now private. Full control initialized… computations underway."

Jarvis used every single millisecond he had to his advantage. Creating a 3D scan of Tony's nervous system, he started to run simulations to help Tony. At the same time, a remodeling of the Arc Reactor was taking place, as well as the Iron Man suit. 

"Radiation levels have crossed the critical threshold."

Knowing that the liquid was one of the cosmic items, an Infinity Stone, Jarvis tried his best to contain the damage to Tony's body. 

"Neurological mapping complete. Expanding Arc Reactor interface. Extracting the organic core."

There was no other option but to take the risk. Tony's heart was coming in the way. So, Jarvis used the nanotech particles and slowly expanded the Arc Reactor while breaking down Tony's heart, effectively replacing the heart completely with the reactor. 

It was a moral dilemma for Jarvis. While he understood human emotions, in that moment, he used science and basic logic. A living Tony without a heart was better than a dead Tony with a heart. 

"Remodeling finalized. Arc Reactor now integrated with the neural network."

"Explosion imminent in five."

Jarvis rushed, only having five seconds to finish the final leg of the remodeling. He used all the computational power he had and changed the internals of the entire Iron Man suit. He used nanoparticles to invade Tony's bloodstream and take control of his organs, ensuring they wouldn't stop working. 

Then, finally, he stopped trying to control the cosmic energy of the Reality Stone. 

Shhhh~

"TONY!" Hela was there, watching all the changes that Jarvis made. 

She was warned by the AI to not interfere and let him save the man. She doubted the artificial being, but she understood Tony. But seeing Tony's body writhing, she tried to do something. 

"Please refrain from interference. The process is critical. I'm introducing a new energy source into his system. His organs must adapt for survival. I’ve assumed control—he will not die."

Hela eyed Tony's suited frame and stood back, her arms crossed. "You better not lie to me."

But in truth, she knew there was nothing she could do. Jarvis was just software. 

Inside the suit, Tony's muscles twitched, and his eyelids shivered. His face contorted on its own. He had no control over what was happening inside his body. 

But Jarvis carefully controlled everything. 

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What…

A thought came to his mind. 

Is…

His senses came and went like a bulb flickering. 

Happening...? 

Ughhh… I-It's painful!

He felt his insides burning hot. A scorching pain rose from his chest. He feared that the shrapnel had finally reached his heart. He cursed not taking them out when he had the chance. But he'd been too busy dealing with the Presidency. 

"Aaaaargh!"

At last, he groaned aloud. His both eyes flung open for good this time and his thoughts became uniform. But the burning sensations in his body remained constant. 

"Ugh! Jarvis! Fire… There's a fire in the suit!"

"Sir, there's no fire. The heat is radiating from your body due to the Arc Reactor. I had to reconstruct your nervous system using nanotech—your heart has been fully replaced. The temperature will stabilize, but it will remain elevated... permanently."

"What? You did what?!"

"Remain calm, Sir. I’m reallocating all available processing to stabilize your internal energy flow. The Arc Reactor is being enhanced to contain the Reality Stone."

"Ah, you're telling me to shut up, aren't you?"

"With respect, Sir."

"..."

Jarvis felt different. But Tony didn't say anything. He knew Jarvis was trying to save his life. 

Slowly, Jarvis spread the cosmic energy evenly across Tony's body. He didn't know what long-term effects it would lead to, but that was the only way to save him. Then, since the Reality Stone was in liquid form, he started containing the liquid in the bloodstream and guided it towards the central core of the new Arc Reactor, the place where Tony's heart used to be. 

Drop by drop, the Reality Stone filled up the new core in Tony's chest. 

"Energy is stable."

"The body has accepted the new source."

Tony heard all the remarks that Jarvis made. Before passing out, he only remembered the warning that his Arc Reactor was going to explode. Whatever Jarvis did, he had no complaints. 

"Physical body and Arc Reactor compatibility at 99%."

For the last 1%, it took hours. Jarvis surveyed every single cell in Tony's body, ensuring safety. However, there were a few portions of Tony's flesh that couldn't be saved. But nanotech particles quickly took their place. The bones were reinforced as well to handle the heat and energy. 

Tony finally felt the change. "Yeah, it's going down. Not that hot now."

"Integration is complete, Sir," Jarvis notified. "Your body is now stable."

With that, Tony felt control over his body and the armor returning to him. He moved his body willingly and looked through the helmet at his surroundings. Hela was sitting there beside the wall, eyes open, lost in something. 

"So, what did you do, Jarvis? I need a quick rundown." Tony asked.

“The energy emitted by the Infinity Stone exceeded the limits of human tolerance, Sir. Once the liquid form entered your bloodstream, immediate containment became imperative. Extraction was not viable, so I constructed a containment unit. Your heart was removed, and the stone’s energy was repurposed to sustain both your physiology and the Arc Reactor. The result is a power source of effectively infinite capacity—now approximately five trillion times more potent. However, I must caution: removal of either the Arc Reactor or the Infinity Stone will result in immediate fatality.”

Damn! Tony whistled at his own body's new specs. Five trillion times?

"Can my suit even handle that much power?"

"Certainly, Sir. It can be managed for now. However, I recommend abandoning the current nanotech in favor of a more resilient metal designed for the new energy demands. Alternatively, developing nanotech from a stronger alloy would be sensible."

Tony sighed and sat up straight finally. “So, we’re not clocking out yet, huh? Great. Guess it’s time to go rock-hunting for whatever shiny doom-stones Thanos dropped in the mess.”

"Stark."

Tony’s helmet dissolved with a hiss. He eyed the towering goddess. "Did I keep you waiting? Sorry, Jarvis booked me for an emergency chest reboot. You've been busy saving galaxies or just standing there looking divine?"

Scoffing, Hela once again crossed her arms. By now, Tony knew that it was her automatic reflex, an attempt to hide her flustered self whenever he complimented her. She tried to appear tough at all times. 

"What happened to you? Your little AI pet refused to elaborate."

"Eh, nothing crazy. Just casually drank the Reality Stone when I grabbed it. It’s now coursing through my veins. Jarvis decided my heart was expendable, so he shredded it and turned the Stone into my new power core. I’m officially a one-of-a-kind hybrid," Tony told her honestly. 

Her thin brows shot up in surprise, and Hela scrutinized Tony's face. "So the Reality Stone is now your heart?"

“Right on the spot. It’s basically my life support—minus the fancy hospital bills.”

"A mortal harnessing an Infinity Stone? You keep astonishing me with your luck, Stark." Hela said and looked away towards the deeper chamber of Knowhere. "We should go back. Ensure Thanos is truly dead."

"Agreed." Tony pulled his helmet down and walked on his feet. He still felt hot, but Jarvis had warned him that he'd remain like that forever now. 

Soon, the two entered the utterly destroyed hall of Knowhere. Tony's Starkiller bomb had gone off and made massive holes in the entire structure. Things were all charred, and in the middle of it was a corpse. It was big, charcoal, with a hole in its chest. 

Wooosh!

Tony tried to kick the body and it instead turned to ashes. It was Thanos, dead, and burned to a crisp. The Gauntlet was still there, however, and the two stones on it were shining bright. 

Jarvis, how much energy can my new heart handle?

Jarvis instantly understood what Tony was suggesting. "Certainly, Sir. There is no limit to the energy itself. The true constraint lies in the armor’s capacity to withstand it. Regarding the Arc Reactor, it can sustain the output; however, your body temperature will rise significantly—comparable to a persistent 105-degree fever."

Will that fever kill me?

"No, Sir. Your body has been reinforced with nanotech to maintain structural integrity. The maximum internal temperature it can safely endure is 200 degrees Fahrenheit."

"Sweet!" Tony exclaimed and grabbed the two Infinity Stones. He wasn't going to consume it like the Reality Stone, but just contain it in his chest. 

"What are you doing?" Hela questioned him angrily. "It's not a toy to be played with."

But then, Tony's armor pulled the two Infinity Stones into itself, transferring them from his palm to the Arc Reactor's container in his heart. 

"Argh!"

Thud!

Tony gasped and fell to one knee. He felt an ache, a surge in temperature all across his body. He could already feel he had pushed the limit of his body. Any more of those stones and he'd likely feel intense repercussions. 

"I’m good—just pulled in some cosmic watts," Tony muttered between breaths. "Guess mitochondria are out of a job. These stones? A whole new power grid. Does that make me... a stoner? Huh."

"You absorbed the Space Stone and the Power Stone?" Hela exclaimed, glossing over his humor since she really didn't understand it. She stared at the empty Infinity Gauntlet and sighed. "What's the use of this thing then?"

"No use." Tony, in an attempt to test his infinite energy, grabbed the Infinity Gauntlet and made his palm blasters send out an energy wave. It came out a darker shade of purple. "Oh! Melts like butter on a hot plate!" 

Feels crazy good! I feel like I can… melt an entire planet. 

He didn't know how the energy would affect him, but it made him feel really strong physically. Like he was no longer in his 40s, but rather in his early 20s. 

The Infinity Gauntlet melted away entirely, losing its shape and purpose. In the end, it turned into a simple puddle of gold. But Tony grabbed it and stored it. Since it was strong enough to hold the Infinity Stones, he wanted to research its composition. Perhaps he could make a suit out of something similar.

"Done and dusted, my goth goddess."

"Don't forget your place, Stark."

Tony wanted to stay between those legs, but he held back. Although they'd been intimate already, they hadn't reached that level yet.

"Well, we’re done here—high five to us. Now, about that promise… Let me demonstrate how I can take over the Kree Empire without so much as warming up a repulsor."

“Still clinging to that? Stark, with what you wield now, you could bend galaxies to your will—and you’re preaching restraint?” Hela said, scoffing at his non-violent suggestion.

Tony chuckled and raised his right palm flat. Jarvis then simulated a hologram on it based on his imagination. “Sure, violence might get you a galaxy or two, Hela. But that’s conquering. Ruling? Whole different game. If you want people to follow you, you don’t win their turf—you win them. They’re the ones who stick around after the smoke clears, chanting your name and making your statues to worship.”

"Hmm…" Hela frowned and said nothing. After all, she considered herself a goddess. And Tony invoking worship and statues helped. "Very well. Show me then."

"As you command, my goddess."

Oh, how much he loved to tease her. Now, she couldn't even do anything to him thanks to his increased strength. She was stuck with him for good, with her home world also destroyed; Odin dead. She lacked ambition, so following Tony around was the best entertainment she could find. 

Besides, there were more interesting… bits. 

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Of course, Tony didn't ignore Earth. He used a small shiny portal to connect to the internet at times to see what was going on back home. If there was any major crisis that needed him. Pepper was doing a great job at stitching up the world as one giant economy. The massive asteroid he'd left behind did plenty to end wars between nations and bring everyone on the same track. 

Sure, a few rare supervillain attacks occurred. But by now, Earth was protected by over ten thousand Iron Guardians, spread across the globe. Any supervillain that appeared got battered by the Iron Guardians, Fantastic Four, Avengers, and the X-Men. 

Tony had already sent a message to all the worried folks that he was fine and would return soon after finishing his work. After all, ending the Kree Empire wasn't his only goal. He wanted to find a new alloy to build his new Iron Man suit. He wanted to future-proof himself so no greater threat would harm Earth. 

Not that he didn't fool around whenever he got the chance. Meeting the so-called Guardians of the Galaxy was interesting. Who'd have thought a kid from Missouri would be having space adventures with his green girlfriend? He was sort of jealous. But again, he had Hela by his side, and they were unofficially dating in space. 

It was just a simple understanding between him and Hela. As time passed, their intimacy grew, but her attitude never changed. Although she started to care more for him, her goddess ego never went away. Still in bed, she made all the cries and moans that Tony wanted to hear. Her long legs, her godly body, and her perfect face left no regrets. 

Talking about Ego, he helped Peter Quill against his cosmic father. The man called himself a Celestial. But Hela scoffed at the declaration and revealed that a real Celestial would chew the likes of Ego up in one breath.

That alarmed Tony. He started to wonder what the hell was the upper limit of power in the universe. And the more time he spent in space, the higher it kept going. Hela's knowledge almost turned him into a doomsday prepper. That was until she revealed that most interdimensional, trans-universal beings don't bother with the mortal world. And that they are governed by their own laws that they can't break. As the likes of the Living Tribunal exist. 

After 3 years, countless fights with Hela that almost became physical, then countless makeups in words and bed, and countless adventures across the universe, Tony finalized his plan for the Kree Empire. 

First came information warfare. For that, Tony used Jarvis to infiltrate the Supreme Intelligence and gently take over without destroying too much. While Jarvis ate up the Supreme Intelligence, Tony used the gained knowledge to strengthen Jarvis in real-time and also digested the greater, crazier information about genetic experiments, metallurgy, and everything else. He copied it all, as Earth would need it to advance. 

The citizens of the Kree Empire slowly started getting plastered with information about the wrongdoings of their military. The injustices inflicted on them. The Blue Kree, the so-called original, purebloods, that dominated the upper class were suddenly revealed to be pretentious, abusive bastards. The Pink Kree, the genetically mixed Kree, who were actually the majority, were strategically fed word about all the injustice they were facing.

It was a long process that Tony kept up for a year, slowly introducing tension in society. He even divided the upper class into subclasses. Super rich, super powerful, the super influential, and those not. Then he introduced imbalance in the administration, favoring certain Kree citizens and ignoring other high achievers. The Supreme Intelligence did everything, so they just followed orders. 

And then, strategically, the Nova Empire attacked the Kree fleet in space. The news spread everywhere. Rumors spread that the attack was planned by the Pink Kree who wanted to take back control from the Blue Kree. Those considered low-class, who clearly outnumber the purebloods, started rampaging across the Empire. 

"And now comes the savior! The Goddess of Death, out to bring justice to the unfortunate." Tony declared and looked at Hela, who was dressed in slightly different armor now as she'd taken Odin's fit. Although black was still the theme, now there were golden streaks all around, and her cape was also golden, matching with her horns. 

Honestly, Tony found it hot, having done her once while in that armor. It was sort of a roleplaying thing. 

And finally, with Odin's spear, she looked like a true, majestic, goddess. 

"Ready?"

Hela nodded, proud. Her new horned helmet didn't cover her eyes. She didn't have that dark makeup around her eyes either. She needed to look noble and beautiful, and she was now. 

"Go then, make your entrance. End the tyranny and bring order." 

They were already in Hala, the Kree Homeworld, staying underground and manipulating everything. The planet was currently wrecked by riots, massacres, and a constant power struggle. The rich and powerful Blue Kree used all weapons and tools they had to violently suppress the lower class masses. Using all sorts of military tools available. Entire streets were painted in blood.

Then, on a violent massacre site where a million Kree freedom protestors had gathered, a loud crackle thundered in the sky. All heads looked up, and all guns stopped, the various flying fighter crafts stopped. 

BOOM!

Then fell the blade and golden thunder from the sky, frying up the flying fighters, the gun-wielding droids, and all the other electrical machines. It was aimed at the Kree military that was trying to massacre. 

BOOM!

Hela moved around like a storm, killing the military with the swipe of her spear. She kicked the ground and craters formed. She aimed her spear at the sky and all flying crafts fell. She saved the already injured Kree men and women from mindless shooting. 

"You shall not pass through! I am Hela, the Goddess of Death and War—Death isn't yours to grant... it's mine to command."

Back underground, Tony sat with a Kree drink in hand, his fingers tapping on the alien computer. The live broadcast of a goddess descending was being shown across the Kree Empire. 

It was beautiful, with special angles and all. Jarvis did great with his access to public cameras. It was just the start of something greater. Turning Hela into a warrior of the people, the image of true justice and impartiality. It wasn't wrong, however. She simply considered everything beneath herself, so all were equal. 

For a whole year, from planet to planet, the revolution of the Kree Empire swept through, led by Hela with her army of ten million freedom fighters. It was already decided that she was the Queen now, and had renamed the Kree Empire to Asgard Empire. 

Slowly, with no respite, the blue-skinned Kree power holders were killed, arrested, trialed, and then executed. Changes swept through in administration, Jarvis using the Supreme Intelligence to shift the balance. 

By the time Tony's fifth-year stint ended in space, the entire Kree Empire had fallen. And true to his word, 'he' hadn't raised a single blaster. He'd remotely orchestrated it all and conquered the empire. 

To Hela, it was clear that Tony was the real conqueror, not her. 

Soon enough, Hela, the Empress of Hala of the Asgard Empire, took her throne. Her coronation was simple, marking the Independence of the Kree and the rebirth of Asgard. With a carefully controlled narrative, she was worshiped and loved. 

As for Tony—He spent the final night with the beautiful goddess. 

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Tony was already buried deep inside her, fucking her hard in from above, his sweat-slicked body crashing down against hers in powerful, grinding thrusts. Her mouth was fused to his, lips swollen and parted as their tongues tangled messily, hungrily. 

Hela was already naked beneath him, save for that long, regal cape spilling beneath her like a silken shrine. She sprawled herself across it like an offering, dark hair wild around her flushed face, and legs curled up high around his waist.

Every time his cock drove into her, she moaned. Those low, sultry gasps that cracked into something lewder, louder, each time her slick cunt clamped around him. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, fingers curling into his hair, and her long, lithe legs locked behind his hips, forcing him deeper, harder, grinding his cock into her greedy, goddess cunt. 

She had already climaxed twice; he could feel it in the way her walls hugged him with each stroke, still fluttering from the aftershock of divine release, already soaked in her nectar, now welcoming him back for more.

Tony’s hands were full, cupping her round, perfect breasts in both palms, his thumbs circling over the flushed peaks while his fingers sank into the soft pale skin with eager greed. He groaned into her mouth, squeezing and kneading them like a man obsessed, marveling at the plush give of her flesh under his rough grip.

“Ugh… I’m…” he gasped against her lips, voice hoarse, his thrusts turning erratic. He was close, far too close. But he didn’t care. He’d never pulled out of Hela before, never once considered it. The idea of wasting even a drop of what he could pump into that heavenly cunt made his balls tighten.

With a deep, guttural cry, Tony slammed himself in to the hilt and spilled inside the goddess. Thick, hot, and with shuddering satisfaction. His cock throbbed violently as his seed flooded her, ropes of creamy, virile release painting her inner walls, mixing with the juices already drenching her womb, turning her goddess cunt into a sticky, messy haven of pleasure.

Still, he kept moving, his thrusts slowing but relentless, as if his cock couldn’t bear to leave her just yet. Even as his climax eased, even as his shaft softened inside her warm, gripping folds, he kept pushing in slow, wet strokes. His lips were sore from kissing her, but he didn’t stop until his body finally gave in.

At last, he slid sideways off her, chest rising and falling as he let himself breathe again, cock wet and limp, still twitching against his thighs.

Hela turned towards him and rested her hand on the Arc Reactor in his chest. It was a point of her fascination for years now. But again, she liked the man wearing it as well. Enough to do all those shameful things in bed that no other mortal or immortal could dream of. 

"You are free to go home. But you mustn't forget to visit Hala once a week. I am the Empress, not a mere administrator to oversee small matters."

Haha! She's still as haughty as ever. Tony chuckled, knowing she was indirectly telling him to not forget her. 

"As you command, my goth goddess."

She scoffed but did nothing about it. She didn't need to sleep, but she still did. It was a mortal habit she'd come to accept. 

At least on certain special nights. 

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Hector Morgan was a depressed man. Once upon a time he used to go to political rallies. He used to cheer for Tony Stark, the most badass President to ever live. He used to shout in rallies until he just couldn't. 

But ever since that day, he felt as if the joy in his life was stolen away. He wasn't struggling anymore, not in the slightest. He considered himself wealthy even. Living in a beautiful gated community with its own lake. He once graduated from Tony's EMMA university and got a job. Now, he worked as a contract worker at Stark Industries' Moon Base. A ten-month-long contracted trip earned him more money than he ever earned in his life before. 

His wife was happy with her new car and house. His children were happy with their new phones and computers. Heck, he even bought the new Stark Truck. But none of it excited him. When Tony Stark got abducted by that space portal, it felt as if all joy vanished from politics. 

Sure, he supported Virginia Potts and voted for her. Heck, he voted for her again last year and played his part to secure her a second term. She was doing fantastic, the economy was booming, and the United States alone had an estimated GDP of fifty-eight trillion dollars. The average American had never been richer than now in the entire nation's history. 

But still, Tony Stark was missed. After all, all that they had now was because of Tony Stark's five-year Presidential gig. Without him, their nation was doomed for a slow fall. One couldn't help but wonder—What if Tony Stark was there? Would America have reached a hundred trillion?

In the end. It wasn't about money anymore. Howard and millions, or perhaps billions, like him across the world just loved the crazy, genius billionaire playboy philanthropist President. The constant updates about daily events, the insane level of efficiency, the policy-making. 

"Come on, Howard. It's been five years! He's probably dead in cold space or something."

"How dare you!" Howard glared at his wife. He didn't believe in divorcing for political opinions but he considered it now. "I'll wait till the day I die. Do you even know how many people miss him? My discord server is the biggest in the world—Three billion people in it, Jenny! Three fucking billion people are waiting for Mr. Stark."

"Ugh… You men."

"Half of the members are women." Howard scoffed and focused on the TV, watching a news channel where the members were discussing the upcoming World Administration Council elections. It was basically the election for the World Government's President. 

Led by the US under Virginia Potts, the planet had been divided into five major regions. North America that contained the US, Canada, and Mexico. South America also contained Australia and New Zealand to ensure the anglosphere countries don't build a single biggest voting block. Then there was Europe with all the UK and Russia. Then there was Africa, and finally, all of Asia. 

Representing North America, a woman named Emma Frost was the popular choice for election. All the people of Earth were going to vote for their favorite choice. 

Howard wasn't very interested in it but he'd decided to vote for Emma. The woman was a friend of Tony Stark, after all. 

Shhhh~

"What the!"

All of a sudden, the imagery on the TV screen changed. The White House logo appeared on a blue screen. Following that, the recognizable voice of President Potts came, but the visuals didn't change. 

"This is an emergency briefing from the White House. It's not an ominous one, I assure you, but a rather auspicious one. The following scenes will not be from the White House but from somewhere in the Grand Canyon—Mr. Stark will now address the planet."

"..."

"D-Did she just… Mr. Stark? Wh-What?!" Howard jumped off his seat and crawled to the screen. 

Snap!

The blue screen changed and turned completely dark. Then, a face emerged in the middle of that darkness. A face that seemed to be hovering in a void. But then, a lot of purple holographic instrument clusters appeared in front of the face. 

"Hello, Earth. Did you miss me?"

"IT'S TONY STARK!" Howard boomed. It was Tony Stark inside his Iron Man suit. "He's fucking back! Jenny! He's back! I told you he'd be back!"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

His phone started to get blasted with notifications from his three billion-strong discord server. But he didn't open it, staying stuck to the TV screen. 

"I know, I pulled a Houdini. Long story short? I was abducted by an all-powerful Asgardian goddess called Hela, the Goddess of Death. No biggie, we’re pals now. I wanted to return home, but I couldn't—I found the evil space warlord called Thanos, who sent the New York invasion back then. I found him and defeated him, and then I established myself in the space community so when I return home I don't come empty-handed."

Snap!

And just then, the screen changed. Now Iron Man appeared in full view, hovering above the Grand Canyon, both his metal arms spread wide. The Iron Man suit looked different and even had a red cape now. 

"I, Tony Stark, have returned—With gifts!"

Woooosh!

Music started blasting, Tony Stark's iconic AC/DC song. And also…

Almost magically, giant, hundreds of burning red portals appeared behind Tony in the sky. And what came out of those portals was…

THUD!

Howard frowned at the sound and looked back. It was his wife, Jenny, who had fallen off the couch, her jaw left agape. 

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"I, Tony Stark, have returned—With gifts!"

With wide arms, Tony grinned inside his helmet, his red cape fluttering. He always loved grand entrances and this was no different. With his entrance broadcasted across the world by the governments themselves, every single living being old enough to understand left from right saw him at the same time. 

Wooosh!

He made hundreds of space portals using the Sling Ring. They were massive, truly, truly massive. And then, spacecrafts started to fly in from those portals. Some were humongous, enough to cover entire cities, and some were small. Some looked weird, and some looked so futuristic that even the space empires considered them futuristic. 

“Alright, suit up—we’re officially stepping into the real space age. Time to book your cosmic getaway." Tony announced with utmost pride. "Get ready to witness—A revolution!"

BOOM!

The spaceships blasted fireworks all around. They were visible even during the day, bright and beautiful. 

"Shuttle, transport, freighter, fighter, bomber, scout ship, gunship, assault ship, warship, frigate, and space station—Yup, Star Wars ain't no fantasy. It is our reality!"

It was a frenzy across the world. Stark Industries stocks soared through the roof. Every space company also experienced the same boost. The very idea of a World Administration Council that many were still refusing suddenly felt it was possible and a must. 

Those who knew Tony personally smiled.

His fans rejoiced. 

His enemies cried. 

Tony Stark was back. And he was stronger than ever. 

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It was like a festival across the globe. Congratulatory messages poured into the White House for some reason, as if Tony still lived there. Seeing that, Tony made an online post, reminding everyone that he lived in Stark Tower, not the damn cursed place he so hated now. He was no longer a slave to his post. 

Then, congratulations poured into his Stark Tower instead. Random people sent him flowers, postcards, and cars, gifted him jets, and some dude sent him a kiddie tricycle. It was confusing to understand what was even going on. 

But Tony didn't settle down in one place. He flew straight to the X-Mansion because there was a person he wanted to meet the most. A little guy, now six years old, whom he promised not to leave behind. He had failed, and he wanted to make amends. 

Shhhh~

He descended onto the lawn outside the school's main building. The school had expanded significantly by now and there were a lot more students than on his first visit. It actually looked like a school now with kids of various ages either sitting on the grass, basking in the sun, reading a book, dancing, practicing drama, sleeping, or even playing sports. Of course, the difference was that the kids used their mutant abilities at the same time. 

"Mr. Stark!"

The kids shouted towards him, their phones out to click selfies. Tony waved at them and quickly walked into the administration building, where the kids were too scared to follow him. 

"Tony!" 

"Hey, Hank." Tony greeted the big beast, and soon the others appeared. Charles was still working in Potts' administration so the man wasn't there. But Erik sure was. 

“Your return was inevitable. None of us here believed you were truly gone—and now, you’ve come back with something... unthinkable.” Erik walked with the help of a cane. "Welcome back, Tony."

"It is good to be home," Tony said and eyed the teachers. There was an excited Rogue and a few others, but he didn't find Ororo there. 

Erik gave Tony a knowing look. "She doesn’t live on the grounds. Just east of the school. Bought herself a house—quiet, with a garden. Said it felt like the right place to raise him."

Makes sense if it's Ororo.

"Then I'll be back soon. Got intel to offload." Tony eyed Jean Grey then. "Got some questions for the bird."

Without waiting, Tony went out of the building and jetted off into the sky. At his speed, he arrived at the described place in no time. But the issue was that there were a lot of identical, massive houses. 

"Sir, that house is registered under Ms. Munroe's name." Jarvis, being the best buddy there was, instantly searched the directory and marked the house in Tony's vision. 

"Good job, Jarv."

As Tony descended towards the large, walled-off backyard of the house, he saw a little boy playing catch with a labrador. Approximately six years old, hair ashen-brown, and his eyes the same as Tony's. 

That's my… Dexter. 

Slowly, trying not to scare the kid, Tony landed on the soft grass without destroying it with his boosters. 

He looks healthy. Does he have mutant abilities? No, he probably doesn't even know me. I'm just some flying metal guy from the news. 

"DAD? Mom, dad's here!" 

"..."

He knows me?

Tony walked out of his new, space alloy armor, his face a little confused, a little ashamed, and a whole lot excited. He saw the kid running towards him and he just went down on his knees and received him. 

"Dexter," Tony murmured, grabbing him into his arms as the boy also hugged him back. "I…"

It was his first time. He didn't know what to do, or what to say. He didn't really have a good father to base himself on. 

Let's just be straight and honest. 

"I'm sorry, Dexter. I wasn't there all these years." Tony apologized right away and hugged him tighter.

Pat, pat!

Tony felt the kid patting his back as if consoling him. 

"It's okay, Dad. I saw the big dark shadow eating you up in that video. It was so scary. Mom said that you went to fight the big bad guys in space."

While holding him, Tony saw Ororo coming out of the house, looking absolutely stunning in her white top and high-rise blue jeans, her curly white hair framed perfectly on her dusky face. 

She didn't hide anything, did she?

"Yup, handled the intergalactic drama. The bad guy's grounded—permanently. Earth can chill now."

"I knew it!" Dexter stopped hugging and looked at Tony with so much pride. "I'm gonna tell everyone in my class."

"You know what, I'll take you to school tomorrow morning on that bad boy." Tony pointed at the Iron Man suit behind him. "We'll fly."

"Really?! Yay, yes, please! I’ll eat all my veggies tonight, I pinky promise! Oh oh—I'll go do my homework now… I’m a super good boy!"

Tony chuckled and let Dexter go back into the house. At that point, Ororo walked up to him, and he gave her a soft, warm hug, the ‘more than friend but less than lover’ type. 

"You told him everything?" He asked. 

Ororo nodded, eyeing the house, and then the dog still running around in the backyard. "I saw no point in keeping it a secret. You're his father, and you wanted to be one."

Tony nodded gratefully. Hearing ‘Dad’ from Dexter just shifted something in his heart. "Let's not keep a low profile anymore. He's our son, it's a fact, and the world's gotta catch up. Don't worry, I'll commission four Iron Guardians to watch over him from a distance at all times in stealth."

Ororo took a sigh of relief and agreed right away. "I can feel a little less worried with that. He does need someone to watch over him. Dexter is… not normal."

"What do you mean?"

"He has the X-Gene—confirmed. And it’s starting to wake up. I think it’s tied to electricity. He’s short-circuited every electronic toy I’ve bought him. I had to switch to an old truck—newer cars don’t survive five minutes with him inside."

"..."

Tony blinked dumbly, and then slowly felt excited "Our kid controls electricity? That’s… wow. That’s amazing. If he picks up electrical engineering, great—the sky’s the limit. But hey, no pressure. He can be whatever he wants. I’m just saying, I might know a thing or two that could help."

Ororo smiled and walked to Tony's side. She grabbed his arms and led him into her home. "I hope you'll keep your promise this time. Take him to school in the morning."

"Oh, I'll do a lot more than that."

####

The next day, Tony woke up early, took a bath with his boy, made a somewhat unhealthy breakfast, and helped him dress up. Then, he suited up, stepped into the Iron Man suit, and grabbed Dexter tightly in his arms. 

"Say bye to your mom."

Dexter waved like crazy, excitement unable to be contained. 

Shhhh~

"Aaaaaaa!"

And then, Tony slowly rose into the air. The boy in his arms screamed like it was a rollercoaster, loving every moment of it. And those screams made Tony's non-existent heart happy. 

"Got something more for you, Dex," Tony said once they started flying towards the school. Of course, the school was too close, so Tony took a few detours over the nearby forest and parks. 

Shhhhh~

Right then, thirty Iron Guardians came flying and took an arrow-shaped formation around Tony, with him at the front tip. 

"Woooooah! There's so many of them!" 

Tony made the boy giggle and scream in excitement until his face turned red. Then, when he dropped Dexter at school, he also brought down the thirty Iron Guardians. Simple to say, Tony never left Dexter's school that day. He stayed behind, played with the kids, and made the kids play with Iron Guardians, boosting Dexter's aura. 

He took selfies with the teachers, flirted with a few, and in general, became the favorite. How could he not when he bought everyone pizza and ice cream? That day, Dexter went to each kid and pointed at Tony, announcing, “That's my dad.” 

Sure is a little narcissist. Takes after me, I guess. 

Later that day, Tony flew into the sky again, holding his son. But also, twenty of Dexter's classmates were in the arms of the Iron Guardians. They all requested it. Sure enough, they flew low and slow for them, and dropped the kids at their home one by one. 

The parents never got angry as they got to shake hands and take a picture with Tony Stark. Then, as evening approached, Tony finally returned home to Ororo. And honestly, he could see himself doing that every single day. 

Right away, Dexter went to his mom in the kitchen, telling her everything that happened in the school. She made him sit on the kitchen counter as she cooked dinner.

I can see it now… Why they all prefer this sort of life. 

But also, seeing Ororo and Dexter smile, he realized something more. 

This is worth protecting… with my life.

Tony stayed the night again at Ororo's place. He ate dinner, and helped Dexter with his homework, even though he didn't need any. Told him a story of one of his space adventures until he fell asleep. 

Ororo and he maintained distance. Sure, they sat together side by side on the couch to watch a movie, but other than a kiss on his cheek from her, it went nowhere. And he was content with it. It was the thought and the feeling of comfort that mattered. 

In the morning, he left early before Dexter woke up. He didn't have the guts to see Dexter's sad face. 

And as expected, when Dexter woke up, he asked. 

"Mom, where's dad?"

"He left for work, Dex."

As expected, Dexter's eyes filled up. "B-But…"

"Oh, he left you a gift." Ororo went over to a kitchen cabinet and took out a box. 

Instantly, all the tears were gone and Dexter shredded the gift wrapper and opened the box. Inside, he found a custom-fit, perfectly sized for him, an Iron Man helmet. Full with a mini-Jarvis and other sound effects. It couldn’t be destroyed by Dexter’s abilities.

"I LOVE DAD!"

To that, Ororo couldn't help but pout for a moment. 

####

That evening, Tony held a party in his X-Mansion. It was attended by too many people related to him. From his time in the White House to his company. Avengers, Fury, Fantastic Four, X-Men, Pepper, Darcy, May, Peter Parker, too many to count. 

It was a simple get-together, nothing glamorous. Most wanted to just see Tony and ensure he was safe and healthy. Some wanted to get some intel from him. 

"Come on, Fury, don't give me that look. And don't you hand me a file…" Tony snarled at the bald, one-eyed man. 

Fury sternly eyed Tony. "I do have a file, Mr. Stark. Need specs and registrations for those ships you hauled in. Dangerous toys. But that’s later. Tell me—how was space?”

"Oh, don't get me started. It's humbling." Tony started to tell them an edited version of his adventure. Most were shocked about Peter Quill, a boy from Earth flying around. Fury confirmed that he'd found a report of a UFO in Missouri a while back. 

He omitted everything about Hela and Hala. Earth wasn't ready to join any space empire yet. They first had to take over their solar system. 

Soon, Pepper dragged him to a table and sought his help regarding some bills and administration issues. He tried his best to help. Then Reed Richards dragged him to the side, seeking permission to research the spaceships he'd brought. Only Sue asked him about his health. 

After that, May and Peter joined him. Surprisingly, Peter was very worried about him and asked him all kinds of questions. Then, Peter told him about his own great achievements. 

And finally, Emma Frost appeared, a world-famous politician now. She was very close to Pepper. One of the reasons why Pepper was able to dictate the world to stitch up closer to each other was Emma. Without Emma, there wouldn't be any World Administration Council. So, she naturally got the chance to stand in the First World Presidential elections. 

"Tony, I'll need you to show up at a few rallies." Emma directly asked him. 

"Really?" Tony smirked at her. "I'm an expensive man, Ms. Frost."

She smiled, and it was one seductive smile. Her full lips curved. "I think I can afford a few visits—Some expensive dinners and other sort of… feasting… should suffice."

Tony surrendered with his hands raised. "I'm sold."

Emma laughed throatily and clanked a glass of wine with him. She was busy, and went all around the party, making closer connections with powerful people she didn't have the chance to meet. 

Tony got busy with Captain America and Logan, drinking with both old men. They asked him questions now and then about space. Steve was mostly interested in the type of policing and authority in space, and Logan was interested in what sort of booze was sold out there. 

In the end, the party ended late. Tony received no action and went to sleep in his soft bed. 

Later the next day, he was thankful for it as he realized what kind of a slave driver Emma Frost was. She grabbed him from his mansion early in the morning and took him along to her rallies across the world. 

All Tony had to do was walk on stage with her, wave his hand, say a few words about how awesome the future was going to be, and step down. One or two times was alright, but she dragged him along for two whole weeks. 

He initially wanted to run away. But he didn't, as he did see a decent President in Emma who could run the world. She was strong, but not so strong that she was untouchable. So her chances of turning into a crazy dictator were small. 

He stayed behind and helped her till the end. Till the day of the voting. 

"The projections do show that I'll win. But projections can be wrong." Emma ate a fine dish that had a name that couldn't be pronounced without rolling your tongue backward a dozen times. It was an extremely expensive, fine-dining restaurant. 

She kept her promises and always took him to nice places to eat. Though, he was yet to receive any feasting that she had promised. 

"Just relax. I didn't care about it either." Tony advised, grabbing his juicy cheeseburger with both hands. The upscale restaurant didn't even have a cheeseburger on the menu. But when the richest man in human history, Tony Stark, asked for it, the chef was happy to bend over backward to make it as good as possible. 

Ugh—Prefer the cheap ones. Plastic cheese that kills you is the best.

Of course, he didn't say that out loud and looked at the stunning woman he shared the meal with. Emma was dressed to impress, wearing a white off-the-shoulder dress, so tight around her voluptuous breasts, that clung to her curvy waist and wide hips. The bottom half of her dress had a long slit running down one side, revealing her legs. But not at the moment as they sat. 

Her lipstick was blue as always, and her hair was blonde, made silky smooth and long, falling over her shoulders. Her large, hoop earrings added to the charm. 

"Are you sure you only want a burger, Tony?"

"Well, I prefer different buns but this’ll do too," he cheekily replied.

Emma chuckled, her eyes squinting, she was a telepath, after all. She focused on the meal and responded without looking. "How about you join me for a few drinks at my place?"

Tony shrugged, devouring his burger. "Always up for a beer or two."

"Sounds lovely. We have a plan then."

####

Bam!

Neither Tony nor Emma had any doubts about why they were in her Manhattan mansion. Why they walked through that door? And why they were instantly onto each other as soon as the door was shut. 

"Ummm—Someone's… needy."

"Look who's talking, Emma."

As soon as the door to her Manhattan mansion clicked shut, Emma lunged. 

Her slender arms slid around his neck, blue lips crashing into his with hunger. She kissed like she already owned him, like this was overdue. She was slightly shorter than Tony, but with those elegant, high white heels, she met his mouth just right. Her full lips smudged wine-tinted heat across his own, tongues instantly tangling. 

It wasn’t love. It wasn’t sweet. It was the reunion of two adult friends who knew exactly how to make each other forget the world with their bodies.

Emma barely got a breath in before he shoved her back against the wall of the entryway. The impact made a soft thud, but she didn’t flinch, she welcomed it, hands gripping the back of his head as their mouths sloppily devoured each other. Their breaths mixed hot and fast, tasting of wine and desire.

His hand slid from her bare shoulders down to the curve of her waist, still hugged tightly by that sinfully white, off-shoulder gown. The smooth fabric did nothing to hide her figure. He was rock hard already, straining behind the zipper of his pants, aching just from the feel of her body under his hands.

He mapped every inch of her. Her slender waist, her generous hips, and those plush thighs. The kind of thighs that drove men mad. His hands squeezed them greedily, fingers digging in and feeling just how fucking soft she really was.

"Reading minds… helps," Emma said and smirked, staring at Tony's face from up close. With his body pressed tight against her, she felt his erection against her belly already. "It helps a… lot."

She slid a single leg up slowly through the long slit in her gown, raised to go around his waist, revealing a glimpse of her pale, thick thigh that would have brought weaker men to their knees. Tony’s eyes darkened, helpless to resist. That luscious flesh called to him. He reached for it instantly, his eager hand claiming it.

His palm gripped the raised thigh, fingers sinking into her skin like memory foam. She was so soft it was almost surreal. Buttery, smooth, warm, with just the right amount of give. He pressed his cock harder into her belly, groaning low at the contact.

With one hand still locked around her thigh, keeping it beside his waist, the other moved higher, shoving the sleek gown aside from her shoulders, dragging it lower until it pooled beneath her breasts. No bra. Of course not. She didn’t need one. Those perfect tits stood full and high, defiant against gravity, round, heavy, and more than a handful. His hands dove in, cupping, kneading, then pinching lightly just to watch her squirm.

"Ummmh… Tony… You're… Let me…"

Her hands were already moving, sliding between them with confident finesse. She palmed his thigh first, then dipped between their pressed bodies, unfastening his pants with one fluid movement. Her fingers slipped inside, under the waistband, wrapping around the thick shaft she already knew by heart.

When it twitched in her grip, Emma smiled seductively.

"You seem ready to go, Tony."

Tony smirked, inhaling her arousing, expensive scent. The White Queen was stunning, her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her beautiful breasts, that entire body made to be cherished in sinful ways. "Can't help it… Emma."

He couldn't. It had been two weeks since he returned to Earth and all that time he never got a chance to be alone with someone. Emma was his first partner in crime since his return. 

"Oh?" She smiled so beautifully, invitingly. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Emma kept one leg clinging tight around his waist as she pulled her hand out from his pants, then immediately shoved it between her own thighs. Her fingers hooked the edge of her panties, shifting the delicate barrier aside to expose her glistening, freshly shaven heat.

Her pussy was flushed, and ready—so wet she could feel it dripping. A pulsing, drooling in welcome.

Tony’s free hand held her thigh in place, while the other shoved his pants down to his ankles impatiently. His underwear followed, bunched at his thighs. His cock sprung free in an aching salute, practically steaming with need.

He pressed his chest flush against her again, locking eyes with her. His gaze was scorching, pupils blown wide with lust. Then he leaned in, claiming her lips again, just as he guided his cock toward her pink folds.

Emma stopped holding her panties aside and reached down instead, gripping his shaft like she owned it. She angled it just right, and he pushed into her molten, squeezing depths. 

Her pussy swallowed him.

Hot.

Tight.

So wet the sound echoed in the air, an audible slow squelch as inch after thick inch sunk into her body.

Tony’s grip on her thigh tightened, his knuckles pale. His mouth devoured hers as his cock drove deeper into her pussy, every nerve-ending flaring with obscene delight.

Bam! Bam!

He started fucking her hard, with no restraint. Why would he after weeks of keeping it in his pants? Her back thudded against the wall with every pounding thrust; intangible squeaks and moans rippling from her throat.

Plap! Plap!

Their fucking turned loud. Wet, filthy claps bouncing off the marble hallway. 

He drilled into her, plowing through her like a machine, his hips jackhammering upward to bury himself deep.

Her perfect flesh jiggled with each slam. Those pillowy thighs, that fuckable ass, her soft curves trembling like liquid heat beneath his force. Everything about her screamed sex.

"Ooooh~ You're… so warm… Tony!" 

He was. He always had been since the Infinity Stone tainted his body. His body temperature burned unnaturally high. But Emma loved it. It was like being filled by sunlight, like having her insides branded by something divine. She clung tighter, sweat slicking her body, flushed and glowing.

Tony didn’t explain. He didn’t need to. His mouth just kept moving, down her jaw, along her neck, tasting the sweet, fragrant skin of the White Queen. Her scent flooded his senses, addictive and impossible to ignore.

He thrust upward, harder, deeper—until Emma nearly rose off the ground. One heel dangled off her toes in the air and the other nearly lost contact with the floor. Her toes curled, and her body trembled. Suddenly, her pussy clenched around him hard, pulsing. 

“Ooohh~ Tony! Yes~!” Emma moaned loud and deep, voice cracking as orgasm seized her. Her thighs trembled violently, asscheeks jiggling with every brutal slam against the wall, the shockwaves of pleasure overtaking her. 

Hot floods of nectar gushed from her twitching slit, coating his cock in thick, syrupy slickness. Each thrust seemed louder as her juices sprayed and dripped down his shaft, soaking his balls, and wetting the floor. 

Tony merely growled and drove in harder, relishing the way her cunt spasmed greedily around him like it was trying to suck every inch of him deeper. He bent lower, arched his back, and took one of her jolting nipples into his mouth. He suckled greedily, licking at her stiff button while her chest bounced like sweat-slick marshmallows under his tongue.

Plap! Plap!

“Ghk…” He was close. His balls tightened, and a deep grunt escaped his throat. His cock flexed inside her, warning her. He was seconds away.

Emma clung harder, her leg locked tighter around his waist. Then she grabbed his face, pulling him from her breast to stare deep into his eyes.

I-Inside… I want… Tony! I want children!"

Plap! Plap!

Tony’s brows pinched for just a moment, her words echoing in his head, fanning the molten fire already roaring in his mind. But he didn’t slow down. If anything, the thought of planting his seed in her made his cock jerk violently inside her. 

His rhythm deepened, rougher now, balls slapping wetly against her flesh. The idea didn’t scare him, not anymore. After seeing what kind of boy his son with Storm had become, he understood. And maybe, just maybe… it was better to do it knowingly this time.

“If… that’s what… you want,” he grunted, his jaw clenched, teeth grinding with tension as he held back the inevitable flood building inside him. He shoved in harder, pounding her into the wall like a man on a mission. 

“Ah!” Emma cried out and clung to him as he gripped her thighs and lifted her up with no effort. Her both legs wrapped tight around his waist, heels swinging, the shredded remains of her white dress bunched at her hips. Her flushed face hovered inches from his, and in her eyes was something dangerous, something tender. A hunger deeper than just cock. 

They weren’t lovers, not really. But something more than just fuck-friends was happening now. Something primal, biological, maybe even beautiful.

"Oooooh! Yes, yes… You can… give it to me, Tony! Only you—ooooh!"

"And I will, Emma…" 

His voice was low and strained, and he kissed her hard, then he buried himself to the hilt and unleashed everything.

With a deep groan from his gut, Tony came. Hard. Endless. Thick gushes of molten batter jetted straight into her spasming cunt, flooding her with two full weeks’ worth of pent-up seed. Blob after creamy blob erupted from his cock, the white-hot loads pouring into the White Queen like lava, coating every inch of her clenching, soaked walls. 

Her pussy milked him on instinct, sucking in every drop greedily as if her womb was already begging for life. Tony held her in the air, fucking her through the high, grinding his cock inside her as it softened, sloshing in the mess he’d made.

He didn’t stop until he could smell the release. Until he felt the slick trail of overflow dripping down her thighs. Then, and only then, he gently let her legs down.

But Emma didn’t stand. Instead, she sank to her knees with a shaky exhale, the fucking having left her legs too weak to hold her weight. Her back hit the wall as she slid down, breathless, drenched in sweat beneath what remained of her designer dress.

"I suppose…" Emma looked up, sitting on her heels, back against the wall. His cock came into her view, dripping with cum. She smirked and licked her lips. "If we're going to be making babies, just once won't suffice."

Tony smirked, understanding her. He caressed his fingers on her long, blonde hair, pushing them away from her forehead. "Couldn't agree more, Emma."

She wasted no time. Her mouth opened wide, and she hungrily took his cock back in—soft, sticky, and soaked. Emma suckled it like it was her only source of heat, slurping the mixture of cream and nectar straight off his shaft. Her tongue swirled over the swollen head, dragging along the ridges, cleaning every inch of the mess they made. Her hands cupped his balls, rubbing and fondling with expert ease, her sharp nails grazing skin in teasing little patterns.

“Hmm..” Tony groaned and thrust into her warm mouth. Slow at first, then deeper, harder. 

He didn’t care if he was soft. She was still sucking like she was starving. Her head tilted back as he grabbed it and pushed forward, fucking her face. Her lips stretched, jaw aching, but she moaned around him. Her hands slid behind him, palms squeezing his ass, pulling him in for more.

She let him grab her head, fingers weaving into her blond hair as he thrust forward, using her mouth like a fuck toy. Her throat opened up around him, wet and snug as he pumped deeper with each pass. His cock swelled fast, thickening between her lips, growing heavier and harder until it was stretching her jaw open. Tears welled in her eyes from the force of it, but she didn’t stop, she wanted this. The full weight of him. The control. The taste of his power.

It looked degrading. Filthy. Debasing. But only if it was with anyone else.

For Tony Stark, the White Queen offered herself; on her knees, lips stretched, throat stuffed. This side of Emma Frost was for him alone. She gagged sweetly, loving it.

Gluk! Gluk! Gluk!

The wet gulps echoed off the marble walls. His cock was slicked with spit, her tongue lapping him from underneath, and her mascara slightly smudged now, eyes wide and adoring even as he fucked her throat.

Just when he felt the first twitch deep in his shaft, too close—he pulled out with a grunt, helping her to her feet with a firm grip on her arm. 

Emma rose like a goddess from worship, one hand instantly grabbing his spit-soaked cock like she was leading a beast by its reins. Without a word, she dragged him deeper into the mansion.

Tony chuckled a bit but followed willingly. 

They reached the living room, glass, marble, plush white luxury—and she threw him onto the velvety couch like a queen mounting her throne. She climbed on his lap, hiked her ruined panties aside again, and sank down on his cock in one go.

“Ahhhhhh—!” Her voice broke with raw pleasure as his length slid into the deepest point. Her pussy was still so slick, warm, stuffed to the brim as if it had missed him during their short break.

Trrrr~

Tony gripped the front of her ruined gown, and tore it open like paper, dragging it apart from the slit up to her chest. The whole thing peeled off her body like the wrapper of a gift he couldn't wait to ravage. Her tits spilled free, heavy, proud, perfect. Only the small triangle of lace between her thighs remained, still pushed aside to accommodate him.

Cock buried to the hilt, his hands circled around and clamped onto her ass, those wide, child-bearing hips—and for a split second, the thought stuck. She’s certainly built to be one.

With so much on display all over Emma’s perfect body, Tony latched onto a nipple, biting down hard, making her jolt and arch in bliss as she rode him in waves.

“Aaaah!” She cried out again as he shifted deeper, suckling on her tits as she started to grind. 

Her hips moved with a hypnotic rhythm. She hugged his head deeper into her breasts, rocking against him. Her moans vibrated in her throat, fingers digging into his scalp, pulling him harder into her soft, bouncing flesh.

His hands slid lower, under her panties, and grabbed her fine ass, each cheek a handful and then some. He squeezed, groped, massaged, and lost himself in it. The weight, the softness, the way it bounced on his lap with every thrust, she was a feast.

His thumb slid dangerously close to her back entrance, rubbing lazy circles around her tight, untouched hole. It pulsed, begging. He pressed teasingly, again and again, promising her it was next.

“I’m… close!” he groaned, voice shaking, balls heavy and cock throbbing inside her slick cunt.

"Yes! Give it to me! Make me a proud mother, Tony! Make me the mother of… your children!"

Children? Plural?

Honestly, Tony didn't mind that at all. For a moment he stared up at her sweat-slick body, tits swaying in his face, pussy wrapped tight around his cock like velvet fire.

He smirked, “As many as… you want, Emma.”

Then he gripped her ass with both hands, palms sinking into her cloud-like flesh so deep it left handprints. His fingers clenched, and he slammed her down on his cock one last time, to the root. So hard it knocked the air out of both of them.

Then came the eruption.

Tony’s cock twitched—then unleashed.

A savage grunt tore from his throat as he emptied himself inside her. Thick splashes of molten white shot up into her fertile depths, hotter than his blood, searing as it flooded her greedy cunt. Burst after burst, he filled her, balls contracting again and again until it felt like his entire body was draining into her pussy.

Emma felt every drop. Her walls fluttered around him in a soft, massaging clutch, milking him as his cock pulsed with every gush. She could feel his seed inside her, hot, pressurized, filling up. Her womb felt flooded, and it thrilled her. Her hands clutched his back, her thighs squeezed tight around his waist, eyes rolling back for a heartbeat as the heat spread upward into her core.

She imagined it. His potent cream was already seeping into her womb, finding its mark. That she was now… carrying his child. That thought made her swollen, sore flower clench again, wet and satisfied.

"Ummmh… That was… good." Emma breathed, voice hazy, blissed out. Her chin rested on his sweat-slick shoulder, his cock still sheathed inside her, pulsing lazily in the afterglow. She didn’t want to let it go, lest that smooth, warm viscous batter drip out.

Tony chuckled low, exhausted but smiling, his head rolling back against the cushion, sweat in his hair. “I’m sure they’ll be beautiful.”

“Right?” Emma cooed, dreamy and satisfied. “I feel that too.”

Then she turned his face with both hands and kissed him, deep, sultry, slow. Lips pressed with worship, tongue lapping at his. She moaned into the kisses, riding the high.

"But…" Tony moved suddenly, and got up, keeping Emma naked, in his arms, her legs wrapped around his back. He stood straight and started walking towards the nearest bedroom. "I think two won't be enough. We've got a whole night. Of course, unless…"

"Who cares, Tony!" Emma licked her lips, not against the idea. "They'll be counting votes anyway. I'm not needed until late afternoon—We have plenty of time."

"Agreed." 

Tony walked into the bedroom and threw her on the soft bed. She slid back towards the pillow, while he discarded his shirt as well, getting as naked as her. Then, he crawled over to her, right between her smooth legs, and started grinding his flaccid length on her musky, frothy pussy. 

He worshiped what was above, her toned belly, her full breasts, her neck, her lips. They were enough to arouse him to the limit and get him erect again. He knew Emma was a proud woman, and perhaps he was the only man to ever get to treat her, savor her like this.

He then pushed both of her full thighs up, folding her legs, and lined himself up again. He was semi-erect, but that was enough. As he speared through her sore, swollen love lips, he knew he'd be hard in no time, buried inside this stunning woman, a charming mutant. 

Wait! All my kids will be mutants then. Can't have that… The more the better, not? Then… 

A face did appear in his head. A beautiful woman the same age as him. One who had a nephew who loved slinging across the city. He wondered if she'd want a kid of her own as well. The possibility was high. 

I've got plenty of time to ask.

Right now, he focused on the stunning goddess under his body, her hot, long legs pushed up, her lustful face blushing red, eyes happy, lips open to let him kiss. 

Man, not being the president is the fucking best!

The bed started creaking soon enough. Loud claps, squelches, the scent of sex, and moans claimed the entire night. Three times, then fourth, then fifth—Tony was surprised by his appetite but that was the skill gained by bedding Hela. Having to match a literal goddess, he had plenty. 

Emma could barely stay awake by the end of it, and the number of times she climaxed and squirted was more than she could count. She had no complaints. All she wanted was to have children, but if the process was this good, she didn't mind doing it over and over again. 

As Tony tried to go on for a sixth, he couldn't and just fell beside Emma, falling asleep. A sleep so intense that he almost passed out. It was a delightful rest, the dreams were great. 

He saw himself surrounded by cute boys and girls, his children. There were at least twenty as far as he could see. They crowded him like a Christmas tree and pulled apart his Iron Man suit piece by piece like a dad who just came home from heavy work. A cute, blonde baby girl brought him a glass of juice. 

He was all smiles in his sleep, and even physically, he was smiling. 

Woosh!

Man—This is life. 

Woosh!

"Tony! Wake up!

Ah, Emma… She did make beautiful babies. 

"Hey! Tony! Wake up! The results are out!"

His brows creasing, Tony slowly opened his eyes, returning to the disappointing reality. Warm sunlight assaulted him through the windows. He saw Emma's face right above him, her attire a simple oversized white shirt. 

"W-What? What happened?" he asked, yawning. Last night really drained him. 

Emma sat back at that, arms crossed. "Well, the results of the World Administration Council's presidential elections came—Victory by four billion votes out of five point five billion."

Tony's eyes shot wide open. He genuinely smiled and patted Emma's shoulders. "Really? That's fantastic, Emma! I sympathize with you—It's a fucking curse to be the president."

But Emma pushed Tony's hand away, shaking her head. 

"Tony, it's not me. It's you—You won the election!"

"..."

Tony picked at his ears. "Umm… What?"

"You won the World Administration Council's election, Tony!" 

"..."

Tony once again picked his ears with his finger. He felt his lips go dry. He gulped hard, unable to believe it. "What do you mean? I wasn't standing in the election."

"I know, but the rule says that anyone can stand for election. Anyone's name can be written down on the ballot papers. The people voluntarily voted your name across the world. Since you went to the rally with me, I think they decided on you instead of me."

"..."

PTSD—Tony went pale. Horrified, scared, haunted by the sleepless nights in the White House. 

"No!" 

Emma was confused. "You won, Tony. Isn't that exciting?"

"What's exciting about it? It's the worst job on the planet! No, I won't accept it! Yes, re-election! That's right!"

"Tony, almost two trillion dollars were spent in this election. Spending that money again is impossible. You're elected for a six-year term."

"FUCK NO! SIX? Four was already too much! No, no, no… Yeah, I'll pay for the re-election."

Emma silently eyed him, and grabbed his face in her soft hands, forcing him to focus on her freshly washed, beautiful face without any makeup. "Are you sure you want that? The people have chosen you. They love you."

"..."

Why me? I shouldn't have returned. Hela… please kidnap me again. Come on… I'll never leave you again. 

Nothing happened. He was still looking at Emma. 

"Fuck me..." He surrendered, eyes shut.

Emma giggled and kissed his lips once.

"Congratulations, Mr. President—You're the first President of Planet Earth."

FUCK!

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THE END

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Epilogue

It wasn’t easy being the President of an entire planet. He had to ensure that the entire world was seen as one and funds and resources were allocated to all regions. He had to ensure that development took place everywhere. He had to make border migrations efficient so one region didn’t grow hatred for the immigrants. 

For the most part, he avoided situations where migration would happen. It was best to develop all regions of the world. Take over the capital cities of each nation and develop them like world-class centers of trade, export, and manufacturing.

There was something for everyone. Space was a field where innovation was non-stop. Construction, heavy metals, spaceships, mining, and so many new fields appeared. All Tony had to do was ensure high-quality education reached all. 

Stark Industries was at the forefront, despite having been broken up once, it was once again reaching a five trillion valuation with its high-tech robot industry. Teachers, nurses, emergency workers—robots inspired by Iron Guardians took over those jobs.  

Six Years—For six whore years Tony worked tirelessly to not disappoint the world. To set up a system and foundation that would run on autopilot and make Earth a true interstellar civilization. 

“I think I’ve lost weight.” Tony stood on a weighing scale, dark circles under his eyes. He was in his office in Istanbul, Turkey. His office location changed every three months to ensure each region of the world received his full attention. 

Six years had passed. Much had changed. He was a happy man, a father of many kids. He had a son with Ororo. A son and two daughters from Emma Frost. Yeah, she was relentless in her pursuit. He had a daughter with May. Another son from Pepper. He even had a kid with Raven, a beautiful daughter. And shocking of all, he had a son with Hela, the Goddess of Death. 

It was the most shocking one since biologically it was impossible. But apparently, the Infinity Stones had made his physical body stronger. Thor and Loki, who were on Earth when Asgard fell, were extremely happy and excited by the revelation that Hela was pregnant. 

Both of them were swiftly beaten to submission by Hela. 

Currently, Darcy Lewis was also pregnant, having recently conceived with him. It was her demand to have one after seeing the others get one. At that point, Tony felt more like a cum dispenser. But again, he wanted a lot of kids, and as long as he got to hear dad in their cute voices, he was happy. 

And now, six years later, it was once again world election season. This time, Tony had officially announced his retirement and made Emma Frost his choice to stand in the election from North America. 

It was the night of the result. His office room was filled with noises as all his kids were present, some running around, Dexter, being twelve, was busy reading a book, and others were playing games. Their mothers were present as well, some chatting, some watching the TV. 

Standing on the scale, in front of his table, Tony’s eyes were on the TV. On the numbers. He felt hopeless already, and as the numbers kept changing, he slowly sat down on the carpet, his back against the table, his knees folded up, arms wrapped around them. 

“Why?! Seriously, why? Why the hell do they keep voting for me?”

Tony Stark received five point one billion votes out of six billion. A number much higher than the last election. 

"I mean, look at me—I’m not exactly hero-of-the-year material. Half the media got me labeled a playboy, a menace, a cautionary tale with a good tailor… Then why are they voting for me?”

The number went higher just then. 

Five point two billion votes out of six billion. 

“...”

Tony’s head slumped back at that point, victory in his grasp, but defeat in his body. 

“I’m never getting out of this cycle, am I? W-We need a term limit! Now!”

He looked at his ladies for some answers. They averted their gazes. Even they didn’t understand what was happening. Why do the people keep voting for him? What was it that they were missing? Was there some secret group chat or something?

I’m forever fucked… democratically.

THE END

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A/N: Thank you for reading this story. It was a fun ride that had to end at some point.

If you haven't, try out my new Marvel fanfic, called Marvel: Upgrading Death