Thread: Not So Super Now (Yenpointfive and Frogger)

Black Roses electric eyes devoured the young man, leaving no part of his body untouched by her gaze. No...it doesnt bother me I know better than to feel threatened After all, why should I feel threatened? The little hero doesnt know anything about being a woman...I, on the other hand...know everything there is to know...for I am a woman At this, she let her lush breasts press against his chest, so that he could experience just what she was talking about. With a wicked smile she brought her hips to his...making the two sets grind together rather hard. Buzzing followed her words, a saw much like Connors coming to life in her hand. I must say...thank you for your compliment about my age Its blade began cutting into his costume right at his chest. Moments later, skin became exposed to her hungry eyes, one glorious inch at a time. Mm I see you work out often the villain purred next to his ear. Look at all these muscles Her fingertips began caressing his pectorals, the nails scraping around his nipples every once in a while, just to tease. Lets see what else youre hiding under this suit of yours Giving a low, sexy laugh, the saw came on with a whirr, its blade eating through his suit down along his belly...until it stopped between his hips. Black Rose licked the very tip of her fingers, nails picking at the edge of the rubbery tape over his lips. I want...to hear you as you cry out in shame...and in pleasure Her teeth nibbling on an earlobe, harsh bites began raining down along his necks curve...like she was giving him punishment. After every bite she licked the tingling skin, however...which only brought a wave of pleasure washing over him. Her fingers began trailing down lower...until she felt his impressive bulge, giving it a slow, sensual stroke. Oh...what is this Ive found? The little saw provided just enough room for her fingers to dip down into his suit...and feel the hardened flesh straining against his boxers. You are enjoying yourselfnaughty little boy Another laugh later...and the lovely woman tossed her golden mane over her shoulder. Dark, stormy eyes met his eyes, even through the goggles, crackling with sexual energy...and with promise. Dont worry, little hero...you will be used quite effectively Mistress Mind -or Viola, as known by Ricochet- flinched at his unwanted touch, nipples growing harder still despite all this. A small whimper escaped the girls lips. How...How did we even get into this situation? Why is it...even though this man...this...Doctor Prometheus is our enemy...and is touching me in this manner...it feels...good? Even the stinging sensation left behind by his smack on her inner thigh...felt good...no, better than good Why, though? Why did she feel like this? Did he drug her, and Alex, while they were unconscious? It was a possibility I...I am not trying to follow any plot she told him in a shaky voice, those sea green eyes reflecting all the turmoil she felt right then. I still say...go to hell, however because that is where you belong You are nothing...but a monster Her fingers curled into fists, nails digging into the meaty palms. When his saw started going lower she went rigid, senses going on high alert...and when the tiny, cold blade paused right at her most intimate of sports...every muscle in her body, including her heart...went still. Fear made an appearance within her system, like an old friend just waiting to come back. Her breathing rough, she tugged at the shackles uselessly, wishing with all her might that she was stronger...that she was faster...that she could have, somehow or another...prevented this from happening. If anything...she wished that Alex could have been saved from this predicament