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A Naughty Student [Illyana Rasputin x Doctor Strange] [One-Shot]
🕑 Added 2023-11-28 08:00:58 +0000 UTCSynopsis: Doctor Strange thought a good balance between rest and study was a good idea, but Magik had other thoughts.
Written By Ms.Squirtle
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“…. Crimson Bands of Cyttorak!”
Doctor Strange gestured; Red glowing ropes of magic surged forth from his hands and circled around the enemy, a giant tentacle-wielding monster with eyes covering its main body. It was already weary and exhausted, the perfect time for the last strike. “Now!!”
Magik leaped up, swinging her giant Soulsword in the air.
Slash!
Splash!
The glowing blue sword came down, cutting through their enemy like a knife through butter. Purple blood splattered on Magik’s thigh-high leather boots and black clothes. Some even stuck onto her straight, silky blond hair.
Seeing their enemy unmoving, Doctor Strange finally breathed a sigh of relief. He undid his binding spell and turned to Magik. “Well done, Illyana. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said as she pulled out some sticky purple slime out of her smooth, hidden valley. “I forgot to shield myself. Never thought there would be this much… blood?… Ugh, disgusting.”
Strange averted his gaze and quickly turned away, pretending he was observing their surroundings. The building they were in was evacuated some time ago, and now they were the only ones left there.
“Let’s go back. We can clean up quickly. And Charles must be waiting at the school.”
“Not yet,” Magik suddenly said, waved her hand, and muttered a spell to create a blue portal out of nowhere.
“What is that for?” Strange was a little puzzled.
“Training, studies, training, studies again… I need some rest,” she replied nonchalantly with her Russian accent as she walked towards the portal. Her leather booty shorts swaying with her magnificent plump ass.
“You coming, teacher?” Magik turned around to ask one last time before walking into the portal.
“Wait, Illyana!” Strange followed with a short jog.
…
“Where are we?” Strange looked around and asked.
They arrived on a pink sanded beach. The crashes of the waves welcomed them, as the hot sun rays warmed up their bodies. Lush greenery could be seen for miles, half encircling the quaint cove.
“Somewhere in Southeast Asia. I saved someone once, a long time ago. It turns out he was rich, and gave me this private cove. There's a villa up there if you want to rest,” Illyana gestured to the stairs. Then, she started to undo the zipper of her boots, leaning down almost entirely.
Her nimble body dipped and curved in the right places, fully embodying the title of Queen. No one would believe that she conquered Limbo from the way she looked right now.
Strange could see her soft, alabaster skin as she started to undress. He gulped as she pulled down her black shorts and leather top. It all came off, but the white stringed bikini under her leather clothes.
“Illyana?!” Strange couldn’t believe she would do that so blatantly in front of him.
“Relax, I’m only taking a swim.” She dipped her little toes into the oncoming roll of seawater, humming a soft tune.
Strange scowled, trying to hold on to his dignity as her teacher.
“Fine, I guess we can rest,” he muttered when he saw her leap into the water. He muttered a short spell to change his own attire and settled in some deep-blue swim trunks, letting the sun warm his skin. Then, his cape, having a mind of its own, flew away. It settled on a fallen coconut tree, folding itself.
Well, it’s not like we have anything urgent to do.
Strange sat down, leaning back against a coconut tree, and relaxed. He stretched one of his legs as the other was folded up to support his arm. He never thought he would get a chance to rest like this, a welcome change once in a while.
He closed his eyes, dozing off a little and getting a good rest after their battle.
…
Splash!
His ears noticed the sound of Magik swimming, but he tried to ignore it.
Then, he heard her careful, crunching footsteps on the sand.
When he opened his eyes, he noticed her bright blue eyes looking down at him. Her face was inches away from his own, and both her dainty knees were between his legs. Drops of seawater rolled down her neck, trailing her collarbone, down perky mounds, and between her white bikini top.
“You know, if you wanted to sleep, you could have gone to the bedroom upstairs,” she commented as she brushed back the wet hair on her shoulders, exposing her triangle-shaped bikini top in front of his face.
“I was just resting my eyes,” Strange said calmly, as his eyes kept locked onto her own.
Illyana suddenly turned around and dropped her back on his chest. “Huff… I’m tired too. Maybe I should rest here.”
It was a subtle move, but it echoed loudly in Strange’s body as her pear-shaped bottom pressed against his pelvic muscles. Illyana wasn’t exactly young; Heck, if he counted the years she spent in Limbo, she would be older than he was.
Her lithe body wiggled to lean on him in a comfortable position, humming softly as if she were truly tired.
She knows what she’s doing. Strange thought, as uncontrollable naughty images flashed in his mind.
He gently placed his palms on the soft, curving flesh of her waist, testing the waters. Illyana didn’t protest and merely hummed in response, so his fingers curled down on her sun-warm skin.
Her hands started to caress his knees, her nails gently brushing up his thighs. His breathing started to warm up as his blood rushed to his core. He could see her undulating breasts from above, softly moving up and down with every heated breath she took.
“You know we shouldn’t do this…” He whispered into her ear; his breath heavy.
“I know…” she smirked.
The way she answered was quite alluring. Even if they both knew, it didn’t mean they had to comply. They were both adults, and at this moment, they weren’t teacher and student but two people on a deserted pink beach.
“Heh,” he chuckled and tried to look away. “Always the free spirit, aren’t you?”
“You don’t like it?” She teased.
“I… wouldn’t have it any other way.” His hands started to move up towards her shimmering breast. He cupped a breast in each hand, squeezed them, massaged them, caressing the little nubs he felt under her wet swimwear.
“Hmmm…” She hummed in delight, gently trailing her nails down his thighs, gifting him with delightful shivers.
The tickling sensation brought out his hunger, causing his aroused flesh to grow. Illyana could feel it starting to struggle between her creamy bottom cheeks, pressed up against her.
“Should I teach you a few more things?”
“Like what?” she asked, feigning ignorance.
“Like... how to feel good…” he answered.
Then, Strange trailed his fingers under the bikini string, gaining access to her honey-soft mounds. He flicked his fingers over her aching peaks as he massaged her gently.
Strange smirked with his usual haughtiness, enjoying the look on Illyana’s blushing face. Her rosy pink lips opened up, gently exhaling and gasping heated breaths.
One of his hands moved down, pulling his swim trunks down to his hips, allowing his warm, erect manhood to feel the smooth skin of her wet, cold back. Then, he trailed on her smoother-than-silk thigh, moving towards her core.
“Oh…Yes, that feels good,” she gently moaned, squirming under his touch. She felt his fingers circle around her bikini bottom at the front, teasing her tiny kernel. It taunted her to no end, causing her wet bottom to soak in more than just seawater. With the thin cloth sticking to her skin, she could feel everything so much more.
His hand plucked and twisted her swollen nipple as his mouth licked and bit her sensitive, dainty little ear.
“Are you really sure about this?” he whispered as his other hand flicked her clitoris up and down above the bikini.
“Ah… as long… As… Ah… It’s only between us. Teach me everything,” she muttered with her eyes closed, enjoying every sensation.
“Of course,” he complied.
The fingers he lowered started to pull on her bikini bottom, pulling it to the side, giving him access to the moistness between her legs. Slowly trailing from below, his two fingers brushed against her slick petals. As the tip of his fingers peaked in a little, she shivered uncontrollably. Eventually, they rubbed against her swollen nub of love and drew circles around it to entice her even more. Sometimes, he would part her lower lips, letting her flower bloom, gaping and throbbing for his nimble fingers to come in.
Illyana spread her knees wide, settling her feet outside of Strange’s legs, while she still sat in front of him, with her body pressed on his chest.
He didn’t wait anymore.
Her juices soaked his fervent fingers, allowing them to slide gently inside her warm sheath. Illyana gasped a little, feeling his touch on her saturated walls.
Pivoting on the base of his palm, his two fingers started to move in and out. Illyana had to grit her teeth to stop herself from crying out loud in pleasure; but the flushed ecstasy on her face was obvious to Strange.
Strange could feel her walls contract, sucking on his digits. His other fingers moved diligently on her jutting breast. The feel of his fingers drowning in the cushion-soft flesh aided his thirst. His cock started to throb on her smooth body, asking to be included.
“Oooh...” Illyana’s melodious voice cried out, but that didn’t stop Strange’s delicious stroking and tickling of her clit that drowned her in sheer pleasure.
Strange knew what to do to her to reduce her to a quivering mess. His fingers thrust harder as his thumb pressed on her sensual little button and massaged it with gentle movements. Illyana couldn’t help throwing her head back against his chest, her plump ass squirming against his aching erection.
She threw one of her hands back, grabbing his hair, while her other hand held onto his thigh, “Ahhh… Yes… ahhh…” her hips jolted up, asking for more of that finger licking delight.
Strange moved the hand on her breast and placed his arm around her waist to hold her up. He nimbly moved his fingers below, pulling out more and more of her essence.
Suddenly, Illyana cried out in reckless abandon. Her toned belly clenched, and goosebumps emerged from her soft skin. She gripped his fingers deep inside, releasing an incredible climax. Her juices drenched his digits, still slowly sliding in and out of her. The brush of his rough skin kept her pleasure up high in the clouds.
When his hand finally went limp, Strange pulled his fingers out. His hands moved below her ass and pulled her up a little. “Maybe it’s time to teach you something else…” he chuckled.
His cock was exposed, twitching and throbbing, craving that warm feeling. Illyana allowed him to ease her body and soaking, wet portals of her womanhood down on him.
She could feel his swollen head part and stretch her petals. “Ahhh…”
“Ghh…” Strange grunted as he felt his iron-hard shaft brushing against the silk-like walls inside her. She was so soft, hot, and too tight, causing tantalizing sensations to run up his spine. Her body was divine, better than most others he had felt before.
He knew it was too much. Her walls were struggling to accommodate the thickness of his girth.
The sweet sounds of her moans grew louder and louder as Strange held both her thighs from below, moving her ass up and down on his pelvis in that seated position, her back sliding against his chest.
“Do you need me to do all the thinking for you?” He asked in a lecturing tone.
“No… Teacher…” Illyana shook her head and muttered between gasps of bliss.
Then he felt it as she started to wiggle and thrust her hips on her own, accepting him deep inside her. So, he shifted his hand towards her midsection. One went down to continue its dirty deed on her tiny nub, while the other gently kneaded and stroked her bouncing breast.
“Ahhh… ahh…” she whimpered and purred like a siren from the ocean; music to his ears.
Strange sucked in the warm beach air through his teeth. His hand gripped her mounds tighter as he felt the heavenly sensation on his driving need. His lowered hand kept flicking, pinching, and plucking her swollen clitoris, causing her heated walls to tighten around his rod.
Illyana arched against his chest as her own hands fondled her breasts from under the bikini, forcing Strange’s hand to clench his fingers harder. Her hips thrust up and down, plunging him deep until his entire standing sword was enveloped by her sheath.
“Ghk… Ah…” Strange’s back straightened against the tree, losing himself to ecstasy.
His toes dug into the sand, looking for relief from the fervent spasms. Losing control, his own hips started to jolt up, searching for that release. Without warning, he pushed up into the stretching walls of her body, drawing pained moans from her. Her protests died in her throat as she was overcome by bliss.
Her body stilled as her muscles strained, only twitching when he hit her most sensitive spots. Her body trembled and jolted every time his staff struck her deepest wall, causing her cries to resume.
That familiar blissful agony and moans dripped from her mouth as Strange filled her with another sharp thrust. “Ahhh… Yes, teach me. Teach my body, with your cock… teacher.”
“Oh, I’ll do… more … than… that!” Strange’s hands supported his body on the sand to arch forward, grunting each word between each upward thrust.
Her creamy peaks jumped and thrashed around with every jolt of her body. A little drool escaped her as her tongue licked around her plump lips in thirst.
His crotch twitched as it slapped against her hovering pussy. Her ass bounced with each collision, echoing through her bones. Her ass pushed back against him, trying to get more. Strange felt even wilder as he saw her hungry, gaping pussy chase his cock every time he pulled out, then shoved himself back in.
“Yes! Yess! Ah, fuccc….!!!”
Illyana screamed, her lips wide open, but her lungs struggled to push out air. All her muscles gripped tightly as a blinding, pulsing moment of release washed over her entire being.
“Gkhh…” Strange could feel the tight grip around his cock, sending him rocketing through heaven. His cock burst with a jarring, pulsing climax, sending his seeds deep into her.
“Oh…” Illyana finally felt her spasms stop, slumping forward on the pink sandy beach while pulling her knees up to her belly. She steadied her breath, her curves undulating with each breath.
Strange swallowed his saliva, wetting his dry throat.
“Tired?” he asked, as he brushed off some sand from her blushing ass cheek, which was leaking his seeds.
Illyana could only nod, still breathing heavily, her heart thumping incessantly. Strange pulled up his swim trunks, clapping his hands to clean the sand from his palms.
Right away, the cloak also flew up to them, shaking its edges as if it was asking Strange what he wanted. Strange gestured to Illyana, and the cloak instantly understood. It settled on her shoulders and instantly cradled her with care, hovering softly in mid-air.
Strange gestured with his chin, “Let’s go.”
He walked up the rocky stairs, intending to go to the villa Illyana had informed him about.
“Ummm… teach me more,” Illyana purred with her eyes closed.
“More?” Strange smirked, making his way up the stairs as his shaft slowly sprang back to life, “I’m betting you have a shower up there. I’ll clean you up nicely, and then you can study all you want.”
