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Thread: Superheroines Seduced! F/F, F/Futa, New scenes! (Out of use)

RE Superheroines seduced! and other scenes! ff, ffuta Looking for some bimbo villainesses- not evil or bdsm-ey as much as they are sex-obsessed, trying to land a superheroine girlfriend or a villainess so skilled at sex that only a heroine could satisfy her, or someone looking to bimbofy a heroinequote- You superheroines are always trying to ruin our fun- you just need to get laid!
Thread: Superheroines Seduced! F/F, F/Futa, New scenes! (Out of use)

RE Superheroines seduced! and other scenes! ff, ffuta Still looking for villainesses more on the sexykinky side, as opposed to evil, BDSM-type villainesses. If you have any specific fetishes that you're having trouble finding partners for, I'm willing to hear anything out- I'm looking for a variety of things to have forced on my heroines!
Thread: Superheroines Seduced! F/F, F/Futa, New scenes! (Out of use)

RE Superheroines seduced! and other scenes! ff, ffuta Still looking for sexier villainesses as opposed to evil villainesses take a look at the example scenes for more references, or feel free to ask if you have any questions!
Thread: Blood Moon (	Cacophony x VanMordoc     )

Sargent Mordoc was knelt down on the pavement with his knee in the back of a homeless mongrel's back. Two other officers struggled to keep the frenzied bum's arms wrenched behind his filthy back. With one broad paw shoving the man's head sideways against the rough grit of the oily blacktop he reached to the back of his belt and brought out his cuffs. Disturbed only scraped the surface of the iceberg that chilled Officer Van Mordoc's heart. He could see the bum's milky white retinas rolling around in his head as he squirmed and strained underneath. The mongrel's cheeks were caked with blood and fur, not all of the blood was from the victim either since Van noticed he had bitten off his own tongue. Red, white, and blue lights strobbed around the small and startled crowd of onlookers in the parking lot of a 711. Some were crying, others were murmuring hushed voices, and one man an adult of about 25, feline, 5'9, wearing jeans and a t-shirt who was standing over his bleeding friend mewling Oh my God-Oh my God over and over. One of the officers stood over the victim while he tried to stop the bleeding from a bite wound. The officer was still huffing and puffing from the effort it took to peel the bum from the victim and bring him down, dark blood oozed through his clenched fingers. We need an ambulance and a transport truck here NOW, dispatch! Both the victim and the perp need to be taken to the hospital, said the cop at the bleeding man's side. We've got a 10-22, possibly drug related assault! Victim is in critical condition... hold on buddy! Keep breathin'! Officer Neville was his name, a very... squat, meaty bulldog of a man. A good officer, just plus a few dozen doughnuts. What... the... fuck. Officer Mordoc muttered to himself, standing back up after he had secured the bloody mutt. Jaws snapping shut in a rhythmic staccato. Cold, wolfish gaze scanned the small crowd of people. He did his absolute best to remain composed, never in his career had he seen this level of carnage. Everybody stand back!
Thread: Blood Moon (	Cacophony x VanMordoc     )

Somewhere through the haze of a coffee break turned into a catnap, a voice cut through dreams of a vacation in Tahiti. Hey Doc! You sleeping on the job or what? Renee jerked her head up, a twinge in her neck reminded her she must have been dozing over some paperwork that was still overdue and for that matter had not even been looked at. She grinned sheepishly at the nurse, a motherly rabbit who had be approaching 60. With a smile, the nurse dropped a container of Chinese take out on the stack in front of her. Day's not over yet hun. ER triage is full, they're pulling up cots in the halls and dispatch has some more coming in. Wolf that down and you're good to go. You're too good to me, know that? Renee said, half muffled as she shoveled lukewarm lo main into her mouth. The food was gone in a moment, and she wiped the remnants from her tan and brown fur with a crumpled napkin from the pile on the table. What it, a full moon or something? We've got more people in here then New Years Eve. Renee stood up and deposited her papers into a locker with her name on it. She flicked the combination lock deftly and stared up at the clock. I've got another ten minutes but I may as well get back on the floor. Maybe I'll get home before the sun comes up today. She laughed and pulled her hair back into a bun. She was a canine mix, her ears strongly suggested she was some kind of spaniel. As she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes the break room speaker blared. Through the door she could see it, as if the hallway had suddenly come alive. There were nurses, EMTs, and of all things the police running about. Shit, looks like we've got something... She grabbed her ID lanyard and rushed out into the hall. The EMTs from the ambulance looked rather grim as they rushed two stretchers down the hall. Renee looked down at the creatures on the stretchers. Even through his fur the male on the stretcher looked almost ashen. The EMTs had done a pretty good job of wrapping him up to stem the bleeding, but he had lost a lot of blood. He's going into shock. Get a team on him, make sure that the bleeding's stopped. She turned her attention to the other male, who even in handcuffs and strapped to a backboard was thrashing around on his stretcher, throwing the whole cart off balance. Blood oozed from his mouth and he smelled of something wholly unnatural. He's high on something, put in a blood test on him! And make sure his heads down tight, we're going to have to get that sewn up, and soon. She winced at the sight of his mouth, his tongue was missing and he had chewed at part of his cheeks. Everything was oozing, and with the continuous snapping it was almost impossible to determine what if anything was only superficial. Get me a sedative, he needs stitches, and nobodies going to get anywhere near him in this state! She yelled as they wheeled the carts into the back.
Thread: Blood Moon (	Cacophony x VanMordoc     )

Van quickly slipped something metallic and silver into his coat pocket and brought out his trusty notepad and pen. He returned the smile and gave her a wink, avoiding having to look at the tattered man strapped to the gurney. Good to see you too Renee, it's no trouble. Never really good news when we have to come for this sort of thing, but I always enjoy our little conversations... He wrote quickly in scribble that would make his high school English teacher spin in her grave. Uttering 'mhmm's and 'uh-huh's as she reported John Doe's condition. A moment after she stopped talking, he finished writing, making a bit of a show dotting the last period before he looked up. Unresponsive to pain, lowered pulse and respiration... heavy duty opiates, sounds like. Completely resistant to tranquilizers and muscle relaxers-I assume-unusally strong... doesn't seem to be aware of his surroundings, psychotic aggression. Then I might guess a combination of PCP, Meth, and or Bath Salts, but all three should be making his heart play like Neil Peart and he should be pouring sweat! He hasn't even broken a single bead, it took me and 3 of my officers to take him down... and you could barely find his vitals? Van scoffed and lifted his cap to wipe a bit of sweat himself, the hospital felt unusually hot to him. He didn't notice the look of baffled fear that only just now broke the facade of cool and reserved mask he wore since it all happened. Honestly... Renee, I've been doing this for almost 15 years. Wilsonville is a college town of twenty-five thousand, a lot of drugs come through here. I've never seen anything do... this! He gestured to the still squirming man, growling low and muddy. Officer Neville looked just as worried and confused, he shook his head and shrugged. Neither have I Doc, i didn't think we'd ever get that bum off that kid! He had 'em by the neck like a vice...
Thread: Blood Moon (	Cacophony x VanMordoc     )

Janet nodded and shot a nervous glance at the officers, she leaned closer to Dr. Renee and whispered. That's not what had them spooked, Renee... take a look at this. The small, mousy nurse handed her the second folder she had. As Renee opened and read the data sheets and charts Janet couldn't help but whisper a little too loudly. Glen noticed something off about the blood you drew and had done another test... what he found were sure signs of autolysis toxins, bacteria, and elevated PH in the sample... our John Doe has been dead for hours ! The room suddenly grew darker, and where Van had felt hot in the small ER room-toasty even from the few shots of whiskey Neville had given him, his blood instantly turned to ice. He didn't try to appear that he didn't overhear, it was just that he could only barely comprehend. Sargent Van Mordoc took three steps over to the gurney, which was still gently swaying and twisting from the ill man's straining and placed his paws upon the cold bars of the railing. Cataract, milky eyes fallowed him every step. Around his bandaged snout was a plastic and steel muzzle that moved ever-so-much. Neville...? Forget R.R.T.F. Rhodes Regional treatment Facility was no longer appropriate any longer. Call the Cheif and tell him we need the CDC. We can have John Doe OTR in two hours, in Rhodes in four. Oh man, he ain't going to be happy I woke him up. Neville turned his wide girth and headed out of the private EP room with a half cup of coffee as he rummaged in his front pocket for his cellphone. A short moment later Van pushed off the steel bars of the gurney and turned to leave as well. I'm going to finish my report outside in my cruiser, Renee. I-uh-leave me a patient sign-out sheet at the nurses' station, you're probably busy. He left the door open as he hurried out at a stiff pace. Fuck me, this is going to be a long night. An Hour later he sat smoking outside his cruiser, leaning up against the read quarter panel. He'd just finished his report and it was like trying to fit a square block in a circle hole, ten pounds of shit in a five pond bag. Aside from the odd car that would pass by on the freeway a half mile away the night was silent and the air was still.
Thread: Blood Moon (	Cacophony x VanMordoc     )

This doesn't make any sense! The thoughts came a thousand miles an hour as she looked over the papers again. The results were obviously correct but how was that even a possibly? The implications were dark, and far beyond anything she could or would consider this time of night. She ran a hand through her hair, the strays that had had since escaped the hold of the tie and settled lazily around her jawline were streaked and damp with sweat. Wherever this patient needed to go, whether it was Rhodes, Maine or Hell he needed to get there and far away from here. Generally, she would have jumped at a challenge a new strain of the flu or a complicated combination of symptoms stemming from an truly uncommon factor. Perhaps it was the night, the moon or just the violence of the whole situation that had started the twist in her guts, but this was not a case she'd have much rather washed her hands of. She had taken the results back to the break room and spent agonizing minutes attempting to make sense of the situation on a whole, until the chatter of the new shift of nurses arriving broke her concentration. With the results tucked under her arm, she balled up her lab coat and stuffed it into her locked. This was no mood in which to chit chat, especially to share this information with the new shift, they were bound to get full force of the rumors and a peek at the charts in no time. As she passed the nurses station, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and held the phone to her ear and nodded apologetically as she waved off the questioning glances from the desk staff. Of course, she'd get up to a full set of voicemails on both the personal and professional levels though it would be better to stomach on some sleep...if she could get it. In the dim light of the lot, she caught sight of Van's police cruiser. And he'd probably rather be anywhere but here either she thought. She approached the car and as she passed the wolf she grabbed a cigarette from the open pack on from the roof of the car and motioned for his cigarette. The lit cigarette pressed against the fresh one sparked, as she inhaled deeply and then exhaled through the corner of her mouth the smoke curling upward on the wind. Oh don't make that face at me. I didn't say I quit I just can't smoke on the property anymore. Tried the gum, but it just takes the edge off. She scoffed. If half the nurses saw her out here sneaking smokes from the police they'd string her up. They had all vowed to quit smoking when the instituted the no smoking on the property, though here and there she'd caught an employee sneaking a drag in the darkened corners of the lot. And with this kind of night? She was surprised they didn't have more company. The jest she had in her voice was gone as soon as it had come, as much as she'd prefer a more pleasant conversation there were too many more pressing issues on the table. So what did the chief have to say about our buddy in 204?
Thread: Blood Moon (	Cacophony x VanMordoc     )

Van grinned at her snarky comment, he flicked the remains of a smoldering butt and watched the red sparks as it struck the pavement. Gum doesn't do much for me either... the Chantix made me an asshole. She gave him a sidelong glance. Ok, ok... a bigger asshole. He took a drag, rolling the smoke over his tongue before inhaling. I don't really have a smoking problem, really. I never seem to run out of em. With that said he reached for another smoke and lit it up, taking off his cap he threw the pack and it in the driver's seat of his cruiser's open window. He always seemed to smoke too much when he was feeling strung out and anxious. As he leaned back against the car and took a long drag Renee finally asked the 'all important question'. Shaking his head, he ran his fingers through his short, jet black hair and down the back of his thick mane. Hoo, boy... you're not going to like this, but apparently there was a riot after the football game-yeah, I know-aaaand the CDC office isn't even picking up their phones. Van shrugged his broad shoulders and tapped the ashes off his cigarette. The Cop Shop over there is swamped too and the Regional Treatment Facility can't take John Doe temporarily because of the street closures. You're stuck with him for the next day or two, sorry Renee... He looked over to her, his brow furrowed in genuine concern and sympathy. For a moment they stood there not saying anything. He couldn't help but notice that she was still so pretty, even as frazzled and stressed he could tell she was. Van had always a bit of a thing for the doctor, and sure, they would flirt back and forth on occasion but he hadn't been in a relationship in years. Not even a casual one with a stranger, he'd always been too busy with work since his promotion to Sargent. Dr. Renee had always seemed to be a workaholic as well, always staying busy at the ER where she ran a frantic pace most nights and seemed to thrive at it. Right now though it seemed enough for them to share a moment together, taking a bit of ease in knowing they shared the same feelings of confusion and apprehension. He sighed, breaking the silence. Chief Davis just said to quarantine our guest 'n keep an eye on that nurse who got bit.
Thread: Hell's Progeny  -::-Haru & Parkway-::-

Aga-rin knew the exact fortress that Lucifer had named. It resided upon the Fourth Layer and entrance would not be easy. There was no earthly entrance as the fortress was hewn out of one solid plateau of brimstone. Drawing forth the Horn of War . Aga-rin blew one long blast, summoning Gusion , one of his Lieutenants. With him the commander summoned four Legions. Though the numbers had varied over time Aga-rin had commanded that each Legion be comprised of between 1,000 to 2,000 demons. This allowed for a great range of mobility compared to millennia ago when a Legion was made of up to 6,000 demons. Gusion appeared, his aqua blue skin glistening and his platinum white hair braided for war. Aga-rin gestured at the fortress out on the plain. Bring it down. Slay all those that try to flee, but do not kill all within. We need information. As it will be. Gusion replied and the seven-thousand strong Legions converged upon the fortress. Aga-rin's wings, great bat-like wings, sprouted from his back, his tail adding stability as he took to the air, streaking toward the fortress like a thunderbolt. The virtually impenetrable hide of the General slammed into one of the tower walls, bursting through the defense and sending the demon into the fortress. In a flash he was on his feet, and seeing no need for his mortal form his full twelve-foot frame rose from the crouch he had landed in, Labrys in hand. The mighty weapon could take any form but today it presented asa huge double-edged axe, and Aga-rin let out a rorar of challenge that would certainly be heard throughout the structure, vibrating walls and intimidating the weaker souls. Wings no longer manifest the immense form of the General stalked through the halls, the golden blade of the axe splattering the walls with blood as he tore asunder his enemies. Screams preceded the General as the great axe was hurled, slicing through the defenders before reappearing in his hands. Sunderig each door he came across nobody within the fortress was safe, from demon to mortal souls damned. A mane of dark raven hair caught his eye and the female form that it belonged to brought a feral and predatory grin. VIOLA!! he shouted, settling into a defensive crouch. He'd heard of her fiery spirit and fully expected an attack, and he welcomed it.
Thread: Hell's Progeny  -::-Haru & Parkway-::-

Her conscious heard the chaos but her exhausted from just couldnt process it so she didn't spring right out of bed, Abigor had place a calming spell she wasn't in her right state of mind. The screams could no longer be denied she awoke as they grew closer. How long had she slept? Minutes? Days? It mattered not for she failed! The fortress had been breached! She sprang up and quickly. Viola opened her door and heard the slaughter. What was going on! She let the sheet slide from her body dressing quickly. She took her demon form. Her large curled black horns and black leathery wings accent her frame as she goes to pull her Rapier Sword Deimos. She hears him shout her name. Her long Raven black hair stirs as she whirls around to face the legendary demon. Aga-rin! Hissing his name. How could Abigor leave her here with him! He would have had to know who was being sent. I guess my little idea stirred up something in that weakening we call a leader for him to send you. Her voice was low even for all the commotion going on. Pulling Deimos fully out her eyes flashed. The smell of fresh blood hung in the air as she assessed the situation. How could both lord's forsake her so completely! Had she not shared her plans always gave them the share of her glory. She was burning with rage. He left her to fight not just some demon lord but Aga-rin himself. There he was with Labrys in hand. He was massive in the flesh but she had taken on many a challenge before this would be no different. Shed met him head on or parish doing so. The legendary demon was crouched ready to deflect her blow. Viola charged but before she brought down her blade she threw a ball of fire. Her body tucked in as she gracefully turned away from him. Holding Deimos in now a defensive stance. She wasnt able to see if the fire hit him nor did she care her goal was to have him attacking her for she was agile and could move quickly. Her nostrils flared as anger made her eyes darken. I will never surrender. Her voice cold.
Thread: Hell's Progeny  -::-Haru & Parkway-::-

The blast of demonic fire that she hurled his way was met with a mere smile. You should know better! I was born of this. Aga-rin said, and watched carefully to see where she might end up. The blade she wielded was legendary, and yet Labrys was as well. She was smaller and more agile, he had strength and reach. He had to get hold of her.... just once... Aga-rin swept his axe out in a reaching arc, a move meant to force her to move - it didn't matter where. A series of thrusts with the head of the axe had her dancing a bit, but no harm done. No, Aga-rin was forcing a retreat though, with his axe and his bulk filling up the hallway he slowly advanced and she had no choice but to move with him, to be pushed back along the corridor. At some point he knew that she would move a certain way, dodge in.... there! She'd cleverly avoided his blows, sparks sliding along their blades when weapons met, but she gave an opening, no matter how small, as she leapt over the blade and his right hand reached out, snatching her by one of her horns and slamming her face first into the wall. It wouldn't hurt her, not truly, but it would stun her. Labrys clattered to the floor and his other hand grabbed her wrist, the one which held Deimos, and he twisted and wrenched it, her arm at an unnatural angle and not quite broken, but gone numb as the blade dropped from her hand. Bringing his face in close to hers he said, You may never surrender, but you will submit. he told her and pulled her in close, intent on giving her the ultimate humiliation of a defeated foe. His breath was hot on her skin and he laved the side of her neck with his tongue before he bit her and hugging her close to his body went into the room she had exited - her bedchamber. Perfect.
Thread: Hell's Progeny  -::-Haru & Parkway-::-

Viola moved with the grace of the wind. He was taking the upper hand forcing her to move as he wanted her too! She growled low and deep as Labrys was forcing her to retreat! She tried to move to the left but the arch of the legendary weapon was too great and she had too close of a call. Reassessing her situation she being overwhelmed. Another low growl of frustration! When their blades met it was a show of fire and raw power. The powerful force in which Aga-rin hit back made her smile wickedly. She had never experienced a foe who was able to hold her blows at bay. This made her rethink her attack. But even when she swung low he was able to deflect Deimos. Their eyes meet in a fiery glare. She turned and dodged into an alcove quickly turning and clashing Deimos with Labrys. The two weapons screamed against each other with every hit. It was almost as if the two weapons came alive! Like they were mating in a violent dance of lust. She made one mistake..he took his opening. She took a leap to avoid the blade and before she knew it he grabbed her horn and her face was slammed into the stone wall! She spewed many curses! Growling in fury. First his ax and then hers hits the floor. The clattering rings through the now empty corridor. He forces her with him. NeverAga-rinnever. She can only hiss as she tries to jerk free of his tongue. He holds her against him and she begins to struggle but her arm isnt working as it should. She swings her head just as the go back into her bedchamber. With her swing she butts it against his as her legs begin to kick wildly. Her breathing is labored now. A series of growls escape. She is like a caged feral animal.