Aphrodite
The first thing you felt upon waking was the gentle tickle of Helmut's thumb caressing the underside of your breast.
"Good morning, leibe. Did you sleep well?" His voice was thick with sleep, as if he'd only just woken himself. Humming your response, you brought your own hand to intertwine with his fingers.
“Too well, I must have been exhausted or something.” You bite back your smile.
His soft chuckle against your bare shoulder sent tingles along your skin. He placed one, two kisses on you. “I am going to shower, stay and rest. I will be back soon.” You can feel him roll away from your back, the dip of the mattress as he stands. Eyes drifting closed again, you are vaguely aware of the sound of your shower running. You doze for a few minutes before determining that you won’t be falling back asleep anytime soon.
Checking your phone you see only one minor email regarding school that you need to reply to, otherwise you have nothing to attend to. Your thoughts drift to Zemo, how reverently he touched you last night. The finger shaped bruises that littered your thighs and hips, a delicate ache that settled between your legs. Last night had satisfied you in a way that nothing ever had, and nothing else likely would. A throb at your center reminded you of your want. You pushed back the covers, the chill of the room causes goosebumps to break out across your body. Standing, you think to make your way to join Helmut in the bathroom. To your upset, the water then cuts, the shower curtain can be heard retreating.
You bend over to pick up the shirt he had tossed aside last night so as to cover yourself. The door of the bathroom cracking open causes you to lift your head. Under your lashes you see him exit the steam-filled room. He tolds a towel to his temple, drying his short tresses. His golden chain and the curled hair along his chest is visible in the deep opening to the navy blue robe he wears - your robe.
Smirking up at him you ask “so you're stealing my clothes now?”
“As I recall, you offered them last night when I still had a use for them.” His brow is cocked as he teases you. He moves to sit on the edge of your bed, next to the bedside table and in front of your mirrored dresser. Holding out a hand to you, he beckons you forward with a flick of his fingers.
Shuffling over to him, you stand between his spread legs. The robe only just covers him where it rests within his parted thighs. One hand comes to rest on your exposed hip. He gently squeezes the supple flesh there. At the faintest of touches you can feel the wetness on your own thighs grow. Reaching his free hand up he plucks the shirt from your grasp. “You won’t be needing this, schatz.”
The offending material flutters to the ground with a light plop . His eyes have become darker in the mere moment that you have stood before him, naked, covered in the evidence of his affections. Your breathing stutters as you watch him raking his own gaze along your skin. “Look at you, schatzi, a woman ravished. It suits you.” Helmut pulls you closer. You can just feel the outline of his hardening cock against your knee. Featherlight kisses are dropped to your stomach, each scar and stretch mark getting equal attention from his lips.
Fingers slide into his damp hair and muss it. When he finally pulls back to look up at you from where he sits there is a stray lock that has fallen across his forehead. You lift your hand, intent on smoothing it back. He catches you before you can. The Baron uses his position to spin you in his grasp, drawing you into his lap. Your thighs straddle the outside of his own muscular ones.
He can sense the tensing of your body against him. You are not used to being on top of someone given your size and general self-consciousness. Helmut rest his chin on your shoulder. “Relax, liebling, I have you. You will not hurt me.” His eyes meet yours in the reflection of the dresser mirror that is situated directly in front of you. You relax in his hold. His robe - your robe - is like a cloud along the expanse of your bare back.
Studying yourself in the mirror you see the way he watches you. The absolute intensity that coats his expression, the obvious want and desire in the dark depths of his stare. Looking down you see yourself. The way your breasts are not as perky as you would like, the way your stomach has sloping rolls and scars. A flash of insecurity, bright like a bulb turned on within a pitch black room, hits you.
Helmut must sense where your thoughts are. His whiskered face, having not shaved in a day or so, presses open mouthed kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your jaw. “Do you see it, liebe? Do you see what I see?”
You swallow. “I’m not sure we are looking at the same thing, Baron.”
“My dear, look .” His command is quiet but no less demanding. His hand sneaks around your waist, brushing a thumb along the curve of your stomach, before bringing it up to cup your breast. He runs two fingers up the inside of your thigh with his other hand.
“I see Aphrodite, the great goddess in all her glory. The statues of old, the epitome of beauty, grace, wisdom, strength. What we have preserved for so long to admire, to desire.”
“I see only that which belongs in the finest of places, to be worshiped by others with the highest reverence man can offer. It is a delicacy to be graced with a presence such as yours.” At the sweep of his fingers on your core you suck in a breath. “To have the privilege to hold, to touch, to pleasure a creature such as yourself is a gift only a divinity could grant.” It is all you can do to hang on to his words as the pads of his fingers continue to run through your folds. The timbre of his voice licks the embers that glow in your core.
Once more, Helmut’s lips find the column of your throat. He nips, licks, and sucks fresh bruises into the skin there. A moan escapes your lips as he continues his assault on your senses. The slow build of your orgasm washes over you, a whispered “ Helmut ” falling from your lips.
He doesn’t give you more than a minute to recover. You feel a tug as he leans towards the bedside table, opening the drawer and selecting one of your many toys. He picks out a simple bullet, no longer than his finger. “What are you doing?”
“Making use of your collection, schatzi.” The device echoes through the quiet chamber of your room as he twists it on, even at its lowest setting. You expect him to bring it to your core. Instead, he circles your taught nipples. The vibrator sends little shocks down you and to your weeping core. You had barely caught your breath after the first orgasm; you didn’t fare much better now.
Dropping your head back against his temple, you can feel the sizable bulge of his erection against your lower back. Helmut drags the toy down to your oversensitive clit, drawing patterns along it. Your hips buck. He grunts as your ass rubs against his covered cock. Too soon you feel your release building. “Don’t hold back, liebe. Let go for me.” The hand not using the toy rests on the curve of your hip. He squeezes new indents to match yesterday’s.
The slow roll of your hips and the soft hum of the vibrator on your bud spirals you into another orgasm. Your thighs attempt to close around his, but he doesn’t let you. Rather, he spreads his own wider holding you open to him. You catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Sweat beads at your temple, your eyes are blown black in lust; his own match yours where they rest next to you. Helmet looks at you as though you are the only thing in the world of any significance. You feel as though you are Aphrodite in the flesh; you are his goddess.
Helmut's lips press to your temple where it rests on him. “You’re doing so well for me, liebling.” He has turned the vibrator off, focusing on caressing subtle patterns into your skin.
“But you..?” you whisper nearly breathless.
“Don’t worry about me. This is about you right now.” You hum in response, body still recovering from two orgasms he gave you.
He gives you another minute to come down from your high. You focus on his deep breathing against your back. In your post-ogasmic haze you don’t notice his fingers creeping towards your center until two prod at your entrance. You moan at the intrusion; “Helmut- it’s too much…”
“You are alright, liebling. Deep breaths for me.” He pushes in the rest of the way, your muscles contracting around his thick digits. “ Mein Gott, you are so tight , meine liebe. Relax for me.” He begins a torturously slow pace, back and forth over your inner walls. The fingers inside you are enough to keep the embers burning low within you, but not quite enough to bring you to another precipice. You take what he gives you for several moments in a dreamlike state.
He changes suddenly, curling them forward on your inner wall, causing you to squirm on his lap. Your eyes are closed as you take in the feeling of him. Your body is burning again, it is almost too much. “ Helmut I can’t- I- ” he cuts you off, shushing you.
“Yes you can, and you will. Let daddy make you feel good.” His accent is thick like honey in your ear. He leaves no room for argument, not that you could in this state anyway.
Helmut still watches you in the mirror. Your skin is flushed and perspiring. Your legs are draped wide over his own, glistening cunt exposed behind his deft ministrations. Clicking on the vibrator to the highest setting, he sets it to your clit. You jerk away with a cry, as much as his body will allow from his place under you. His fingers do not relent their attack along the front of your inner walls, the vibrator held tight to your throbbing center. His forearms help to hold you open to him as you writhe.
You scream as a third orgasm explodes within you. “ Helmut !” Your head falls back, a silent scream ripping from your throat. A sudden gush of your release coats his hands, your thighs, and the floor beneath you.
The Baron brings you down, turning the toy off and easing himself from you. “My good girl, look at you, making a mess everywhere. You’ve done so well for me, schatz. You look so beautiful like this.” You are boneless atop him, only the shaking of your legs a sign of life.
Zemo holds you to his chest, the robe having fallen open as you moved against him. Finally regaining some strength you reach behind you to run your fingers through his hair. The angle of your neck allows you to place your own soft kisses to his stubbled jaw. His cock still presses into your backside.
Carefully you stand from him, your legs like jello. Even so, you turn to face him, straddling his lap again, your knees at his hips. The softness of your stomach and breasts lines up with his own body. You push the robe out of the way and grasp his cock. Slowly, you lower yourself onto him. The intrusion is overwhelming but oh so good. “ Schatz- ” Helmut begins to question through his own guttural moan. You say nothing. Grabbing his hands you situate them on your rounded hips, urging him to move you as he pleases.
“Take what you need from me Helmut, please ,” you whisper into his lips.
He doesn’t hesitate to rock you along his shaft. You know that your body can’t handle any more release, but that won’t stop you from giving him his own. Helmut buries his face into your neck, little grunts of hot breath against you sending shivers up your spine. You help by rocking your hips as best you can in your exhausted state, however he does most of the work.
All too quick for his liking he feels the tell-tale tightening in his groin, his own release finding home in your clenched heat. A moan of your name echoes into your ear as he finishes.
The Baron holds you to him as you both settle. Your fingers tangle in the hair at the base of his skull; his wrap around you to preserve your warmth in the cool air.
“I don’t deserve you, liebe.” His tone is light, not nearly as tragic as it should be given your circumstances.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” you retorted sleepily.
He helps you lift off of his softened member, laying you down in bed before removing the robe and lying next to you. “Rest, liebe. We have a long road ahead of us.” You snuggle into his warmth beside you, soon falling into a content slumber.