Marvel: President Stark

"A-Aliens are real!" Tony exclaimed.

In her real, mutant form, Raven speechlessly lay there on the bed, utterly exposed, aroused, and exhausted from those continuous numerous climaxes.

"We're not aliens!"

Tony picked up on the hint of displeasure in her voice and decided to back off, but he didn't tell the Iron Guardians to lower their blasters.

"Alright, then, what exactly are you? Not gonna lie, I'm one of those guys who finds you even hotter with the whole blue skin thing going on, but I'm just trying to make sense of it. Are we talking Avatar here? Because those guys are aliens, and last I checked, this isn't Pandora."

Raven's thin brow arched delicately at Tony's confession of allure towards her. This was a first for her despite having lived a long life.

"I'm a mutant, Tony. But also a human, just like you, but with an X-gene that gives me extraordinary abilities. And it's not just me… there's a community of us out there.

"These mutations… they often change us in ways, at times internally and others physically. They mostly appear at puberty, and sometimes at birth or later in life, usually triggered by…trauma." Raven's eyes flickered a bit as if she remembered something horrible.

Tony scratched his head, slowly accepting this new reality. This was like finding a hidden world underneath the ground, a whole other society secretly surviving.

"Prove it," he suddenly muttered.

Raven uncomfortably tried to free herself from the handcuffs that Tony had bound her in. The dildo was still stuck between her soaking hot petals, her legs spread wide in full view. "Y-You're looking at the proof."

Tony smirked, genuinely admiring the view.

Her sensual, heated blue skin looked so exotic. Her red hair, yellow eyes—god damn he felt his loins working up again. And then there was her soaking wet slit, deep pink with a crowning glory that was the patch of her pubes. "I am… looking… very keenly."

Raven's gaze narrowed a little, a bit shocked. He's genuinely aroused? What's wrong with him?

Only if Raven knew how deeply Tony had fantasized all his life about getting intimate with a hot alien chick. Heck, he didn't even mind three tits if that's what they really had. Puberty was a wild time for him, and that movie just slapped him in all the right places.

But what was before him, although likely not an alien, was doing the same magic on him. Perhaps a little more as Raven had one salacious body. That more than exotic skin of hers was truly the peak of younger Tony's dreams.

"Go on." Tony eyed her, taking in the high cheekbones and thin red lips. "What's with the Professor Amanda disguise? What do you want from me?"

Ah! Those amazing, soft… Tony felt an itch in his hand.

He wanted to pounce on the bed and reach for her magnificent breasts. Raven was just a few inches shorter than him, she was slender, but her legs appeared full, and her breasts protruded up without sag, those little deep pink buds were like real cherries on a cake.

Raven was no fool to miss that burning desire in Tony's gaze. She had seen it in plenty of men, just never in this form. She didn't try to wriggle her way out and voluntarily spread her thighs wider, almost stretching herself too much. "If I had shown up at your door looking like this from the start, would you have been this calm?"

It was hard to say, but Tony shook his head. "The door would have stayed locked."

"I had no choice, Mr. Stark." Raven addressed him formally, believing she had already lost the privilege of calling him Tony. "Us Mutants have… If even Iron Man felt threatened by my existence, how do you think the rest of the world would react?

"Fear, hatred, discrimination. Some are lucky like me, with abilities to change their looks or have no physical mutations. But those who have their bodies turned into something monstrous—horns, a third eye, four more arms, beastly bodies… Government agencies crack down on us. All while they're still kids, barely familiar with their powers…"

Tony listened to her with complete focus. Not just him, even Jarvis was analyzing her facial expressions, muscles, eyes, and body language. The more she spoke, the more Tony felt something… something that was missing from his life as a goal for his election bid.

"Mr. Stark, mutants have existed for as long as human civilization has—Nikola Tesla was one, Rasputin, Julius Caesar, Morgan le Fay, King Arthur, Imhotep…" Despite her embarrassing situation, Raven's utmost focus remained on Tony's face while her words grew more and more emotion-filled.

"We find ourselves stuck in a limbo. Are we humans? Because humans sure don't want us. Are we aliens? But we sure didn't appear from space. We spend our lives hiding, with no rights, often exploited, and experimented on—they say there exist six social classes, and I'm not sure if we mutants fall even in the seventh."

Tony stood there silently after she finished speaking. In his ears, Jarvis affirmed that Raven was most likely telling the truth.

Bolstered by the slow realization and understanding of her reasoning, Tony sighed and approached the bed. The Iron Guardians stepped back and he untied the restraints on her ankles first. Then, he walked towards the headboard.

"You're hoping that I win the election?" Tony asked her while unlocking her wrists.

Raven intently watched Tony move around her. "I was hoping to find out what kind of a man you are. If you'd become a tormentor or a supporter of Mutants."

Tony reached for the last remaining wrist restraint. Once he unlocked it, he sat down at the side edge of the bed. "That school is for Mutants, isn't it?"

"Just one, while we need hundreds of them," Raven answered, sitting up on the bed while the toy wiggled out of her soaking pussy.

The bedsheet rustled as she moved closer to Tony. He didn't care what she was going to do, since he knew the Iron Guardians would warn him of any danger. He figured she might just leave in a huff after what he had done.

But he was pleasantly surprised by the soft touch on his back.

Coming from behind, Raven wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and her bare breasts pressed against Tony's shirtless back. The warmth of her body felt energizing and electrifying as her hands started to slide from his flank to his chest; Her palms explored his body thoroughly.

Raven leaned her face forward beside Tony's cheeks, tickling him with her hot breath as her hands went lower. "Maybe you need a little more convincing?"

Tony took a deep breath, feeling a bit conflicted as he grabbed both her hands. "Listen, you don't need to do all this just to get answers out of me. I might be a playboy, but I don't exploit women, not like this. That's not in my playbook."

"It did start as something planned out of desperation. But…" Raven's warm breath came closer to his ears, and soon her lips touched his earlobes. "I really want you to… Finish what you started, Mr. Stark."

She gently bit Tony's earlobe, pulled her hands out of Tony's weakening grip, and rubbed her palms over his chest and the Arc Reactor. Her scent was otherworldly, her voice was smooth and sultry. He could feel her beating heart, and he couldn't lie, he did feel it in his pants.

"Mutants, huh?" Tony muttered, pondering over the matter. "X-gene? Let's say I agree to do something about it after winning the election. You need to understand that once you go public, any missteps will reflect on your entire community. If you want me to vouch for you all, I need assurance there won't be some mutant supervillain dragging my name through the dirt. I've got enough on my plate already."

"Hmm…" Raven suddenly pulled Tony back on the bed as she replied nonchalantly.

Tony, laying there as his legs still dangled over the edge, felt his stagnant, barely there arousal coming back to his loins.

As Tony lay down there, looking up at Raven's smirking devilish smile. She moved her seductive twisting hips, crawling over him to get to his growing erection coming back to full power. Her hardened nipples gently scraped over his chest and abs as she positioned her soaking petals over his face.

Tony couldn't believe his eyes, a charming, drooling portal of love hovered inches from his face, as the owner was busy untying his pants.

As her cold hands finally found what she was looking for, Tony's body shivered from the touch. But he couldn't care less, all his attention was focused on her soaking wet pussy. The creamy slit calling for him. Her blue skin was making him too damn horny.

He wondered what something so otherworldly would taste like; Maybe blueberries?

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