Thread: Of Villains and Heros (Charlie_Death & Shikokudarkstar)

Rey had managed to get on the robot while running, but once they had climbed to the rooftops, he found himself tumbling off the machine. It took a moment to register that he had been pinned down with Lionman's large body keeping him down. His jetpack had broken off in the impact and laid in three different pieces just a couple feet away from his bot that had a broken leg and unable to move. No sudden escapes. No using that tiny bit of fuel to dash off to one of his hidden pathways. He was caught. His stomach sank at the realization that this time he couldn't get away, that he was finally going ro be arrested for his crimes. Did the police even bother with learning the identities of supervillains? Or did they just leave them as is? He couldn't live out his life in prison and away from being able to tinker to his hearts content! He stopped his resisting when Lionman began to remove his armor. If his hands were free, he would be trying to rub his eyes to make sure that he wasn't off into one of his day dreams again but the words that came out of his mouth stole all the resistance out of him. Sex? As a reward for saving someone? So the woman was important to the superhero after all, that is good to know but he'll dwell on that later. He couldn't even get the words out of his mouth, so instead he nodded. Perhaps a bit too quickly and eager because he could see a fanged smirk from underneath his half mask. He shivered when he felt his breath through the neck of his spandex suit, his body immediately reacting. He didn't even resist when he felt his hands get tied together. If he had to admit to himself, this was the kind of capturing that he wanted. To be taken into custody after a long fight, struggling to overpower one of the city's great protectors and be completely helpless, without the prison sentence of course. A shiver ran through his body when he felt the purring. He hadn't anticipated that and put a mental note to make another change to the machine he had back in the lair. He rested his head on the wall he was against, eyes shut enjoying the feeling of being at the hero's mercy. That is, until he felt a sudden rush of cool air on his already painfully erect member. Really? He just tore open his suit? Aggrivated, he opened his mouth to complain about how inconsiderate it was to just tear someone's only outfit but he was cut short when his dick was swallowed up. He bit his lip trying to stifle a moan as he watched the beastman pleasure him. 'This is happening. Holy shit fucks this is actually happening.' He thought as he felt the rest of his pants get ripped and a similar coolness reach his ass. Irritated once more, he decided he was going to have to say something, otherwise his identity is going to be revealed once his suit is shredded. Haven't you ever heard of just pulling pants down? This wasn't cheap you know! Fucking rude , you puss. He whimpered when he felt the surprisingly human tongue teasing his asshole. It was a great thing that he was so thorough in cleaning himself that morning. Hearing the words spoken so lustfully about how he was at his captor's mercy, he couldn't help but react. With his natural shyness, most of his partners treated him delicately both out in public and in bed. He didn't even know how to voice his preferences then but as Techno Mastermind, it was as if he didn't have to, it was expected. I-It's not that I like being a victim. It's been a bit... Not that that's any of your damned business you damned sphin-- His eyes dropped down and saw the pink feline dick ready to enter his moistened hole. ...It's pink... He muttered under his breath. ' And huge,' he mentally added. Looks like he needs to order a new toy online in a different color and size. Moans slipped out with every inch that was pressed into him. His head rolling around as he felt himself fill up more and more. He couldn't even speak right, muttering random syllables much the same when he had been rescued, but for an entirely different reason. A gasped escaped him when he was roughly pulled up so he was sitting atop the hero. Cock sleeve? He moaned loudly as he hung his head, when the sphinx thrust into him. I think you got it all wrong, hero. I think I am going to redouble my efforts to capture you and make you my personal fuck toy. For emphasis he rocked his hips, his breathing heavy. Give you something better to do than to run around in tights acting so damn noble. Besides, I'm not the deviant tying someone up to reward fuck them. His bitching slowed as he got closer as he allowed himself to be moved around and fucked. He wanted more, rocking his hips in an effort to get even deeper, not that the sphinx's feline dick wasn't enough. It was that he wanted more. Needed more. He let the sweet mix of pleasure and pain flood through him, enjoying every minute of it. The offer to be kept was tempting, so very tempting. A scoff escaped his lips as he moaned out slowly, I was about to say the same thing. He moaned loudly as he came, yelping when he felt fangs pierce into his shoulder. His toes curled in his boots as his mind clouded, body rocking to get all the semen out and into him. There was so much he could feel the pressure. He enjoyed being creampied but this was a lot more than he was used to. Looks like there is another thing to add to the machine later. There was no moving after this. His whole body felt like jello, completely unresponsive and useless. He just let himself lay there, trying to catch his breath until he was helped to sit up. Yeah, there was no moving. He was glad to have the mask because he could feel the heat of his face when he felt the excessive volume of supersemen leave his twitching asshole. Trying to catch his breath, he watched Lionman struggle to speak. It was kind of cute. If he was that embarrassed and tongue tied after sex, maybe he didn't do this as often with other villains. Good, because he definitely wasn't going to share now. Using the half wall for support, he slowly pulled himself up, squatting on his toes and letting more of the cum drip out. Even this much was too much as his legs trembled. Seriously? Help? What do you think? My cock and ass are flying free and I'm oozing superjizz. Not the most dignified way to return to my lair, now is it? He huffed and nodded in agreement that he had other things to do. He let the superhero carry him into a hotel, grateful that he had put him in an unused room through the window rather than carry him through the front door like a spent prostitute. And he got an earful about that, but it was much appreciated. The appreciation of course, was left out of the bitching. He spent a good half hour just cleaning himself up and another remotely controlling one of his bots left in the lair to pack spare clothes and drop it off. He changed into his street clothes and sent the ruined outfit and gear back ahead of himself. He was sore and would not last a long walk so he slept there and paid the bill on his way out. For days he was walking weird and spent perhaps way too much time admiring the damage left behind and reliving the experience. He finally got what he wanted but the crash from such a high was a bit much. It was nearly a week before he actually went to work. Unlike others, he was able to get away with it because he still completed the schematics for the current robotics project for a contracted space program from home. Designing drones meant to traverse alien terrain and gather samples was fun but it wasn't the same as making whatever he wanted when he wanted. The glow left behind even after that time was noticeable by his coworkers, especially after his break up. To escape their million questions on his personal life, which he was sure they only asked to embarrass him, he decided to take lunch away from the office. He sat in a small diner waiting on his order, hand massaging the now fading marks from Lionman's bite with a faint smile on his face.