Fic: Miss Suresh
Title: Miss Suresh
Author: starrdust41
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Sylar/girl!Mohinder
Rating: R
Summary: Sylar tests his new ability out on Mohinder and even he is surprised by the results.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Warnings: Het, Gender Bender, PWP
Author's Notes: Inspired by seraphtrevs's fic The Vagina Dialogue.
"Change me back!"
Sylar smirked evilly as his eyes slowly roamed over the petite brown skinned woman standing in front of him. When he had gained the ability to change someone's sex just by touching them, he had only one person in mind to test it out on, but he hadn't fully prepared himself for this.
He hadn't expected to still be attracted to the female version Mohinder, but "she" was absolutely stunning. Mohinder had lost a good four inches in height and now had to crane her long, swan like neck upward just to look Sylar in the eye. Tight black curls had softened into wavy tresses, the lean, muscular upper body had melted into an hour glass figure supporting a pair of round perky breasts, and that ass! Did it actually get rounder?
"Sylar!" Mohinder cried, her high pitched voice drawing his attention. "Have you gone deaf? I said 'change me back!' This isn't funny!"
His smirk quickly melted into a sloppy grin as Mohinder pouted cutely up at him, her lips just as full and tempting as ever and her dark brown orbs filled with that familiar spark of defiance. The only difference was that now Mohinder's face was much softer and stubble free and his eyes were now framed by long lashes.
The Indian "woman" stiffened as he ran his hands over her narrow shoulders and down her thin arms. "No," he whispered, his voice thick with hunger and, if Mohinder's wide eyes were any indication, his eyes were nearly black with lust. "Not yet. I want to see how this new body works."
Mohinder whimpered sweetly as he smashed their mouthes together. He hummed with pleasure as he ran his tongue over her hot mouth, pleased to find that she still tasted like spicy tea, but her lips were so much softer. He wondered if she'd feel the same when he fucked her.
The geneticist gasped as he hastily scooped her up into his arms, hooking one arm under her knees and grasping her shoulders tightly with the other. Her tiny little feet wiggled in the air as she struggled to free herself, causing her now over sized shoes to slip off and fall to the floor. He was practically rock hard as he carried her over to the bedroom, placing her down gently onto the mattress.
"Stop," she gasped. "Turn me back first!"
He chuckled, ignoring her pleas as he all but ripped her shirt open. Sylar groaned with need as he studied the beautiful brown mounds of flesh resting on her smooth, hairless chest. He had never really cared for breasts before (or women in general), but these were Mohinder's. Mohinder's breasts! Mohinder's nipples! He had to taste them.
Mohinder mewled, arching her back off of the bed and clutching the sheets in her spidery fingers as Sylar continued to lick and suck greedily at her brown pebble. He didn't want Mohinder's other breast to feel neglected, so he reached towards it and began messaging the soft flesh in his hand, flicking at the rock hard nipple idly with his thumb. His lips moved off of her right nipple with a wet pop as he switched sides, lavishing is mouth on the twin mound.
He could tell that he was steadily driving the Indian woman over the edge as she continued to wriggle and moan under his ministrations, no longer begging to be changed back to her original form. He grinned wickedly up at her as he pulled himself off of her delicate frame (she was so small and looked so frail that Sylar couldn't help, but treat her like glass) and began to slide her pants down her curvy hips. It was an easy matter since Mohinder's pants were now several sizes too large, but the second her lower half was fully exposed the geneticist started to protest.
"Why do I have to be the only one that's naked?" she whined.
"Because you're the one with the pretty new body," he teased, sliding his hand dreamily over her curves. So damn beautiful! Women weren't supposed to be this beautiful.
Mohinder raised herself up on her elbows, her brown eyes widening with terror when she heard Sylar's fly unzip. "Oh God!" she gasped fearfully, eying his rock hard erection. "Please, change me back!"
"Why would I do that? This is the fun part."
"At least use a condom!" she begged allowing her long brown legs to be spread apart. "I don't want to get pregnant!"
Sylar frowned, massaging Mohinder's firm bottom thoughtfully. He hadn't thought about that. Although, Mohinder's female form being so unbelievably sexy that he'd have to fuck her right then and there hadn't really crossed his mind either. Originally, Sylar had intended to change the geneticist right back after having a few laughs at his expense and snapping a couple of pictures. It was the Indian's fault for being so damn pretty.
"Do you have any?" he asked. Mohinder groaned as she reached into her bedside table and grabbed a fist full of condoms. He smiled as she threw them at his head. "Slut!"
"Using protection doesn't make me a 'slut,' you ass!" she growled, using her foot to kick him square in the chest. The sudden shift in her hormones and physical state must have messed up her control over her abilities since that kick was no where near as powerful as it could have been. "Now hurry up and fuck me before I come back to my senses!"
The serial killer decided not to argue as he quickly slipped the condom over his cock, disappointed that he wouldn't be able to get the full experience. Oh well, there was always next time. He sighed eagerly as Mohinder wrapped her shapely legs around his waist. She was already wet and ready for him as he slid into her new entrance. He moaned, pushing himself deeper inside.
"Oh God!" he grunted. "You're so tight!"
He couldn't believe he'd just said that. The words sounded so corny to his ears, yet he couldn't help but focus on how true they were.
"Shut up," she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck and clawing into his back. He could feel his skin tearing as Mohinder's fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt. She was starting to get her strength back. "Just fuck me!"
The two continued to pant and moan as Sylar steadily rocked inside of her. It didn't take long for Mohinder to find her release, squeezing her strong legs around his waist so tightly that he thought her thighs would break him in half. When her melodic voice screamed his name at the top of her lungs he soon found himself emptying into her.
The murderer was careful not to fall on top of Mohinder, certain that his weight would crush her delicate little body. Sylar sighed, as he rolled away from her, listening contently to the sound of Mohinder taking in deep quivering breaths. He smiled as he turned to gaze at the woman lying beside him, her skin practically glowing and her ebony hair spilling across the pillow. Reaching over towards her, he ran his pale fingers gently over the chocolate skin of her dainty arm.
"You've had your fun," she panted. "Now turn me back into a man."
Sylar chuckled, shifting on the bed to wrap his arms around her tiny waist. "Not yet," he murmured, kissing her narrow shoulders. "There's still so much we need to try out."
He felt Mohinder's body stiffened as he pressed her shapely figure against his hardened form. He'd change Mohinder back. After the children were born of course.
Author: starrdust41
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Sylar/girl!Mohinder
Rating: R
Summary: Sylar tests his new ability out on Mohinder and even he is surprised by the results.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Warnings: Het, Gender Bender, PWP
Author's Notes: Inspired by seraphtrevs's fic The Vagina Dialogue.
"Change me back!"
Sylar smirked evilly as his eyes slowly roamed over the petite brown skinned woman standing in front of him. When he had gained the ability to change someone's sex just by touching them, he had only one person in mind to test it out on, but he hadn't fully prepared himself for this.
He hadn't expected to still be attracted to the female version Mohinder, but "she" was absolutely stunning. Mohinder had lost a good four inches in height and now had to crane her long, swan like neck upward just to look Sylar in the eye. Tight black curls had softened into wavy tresses, the lean, muscular upper body had melted into an hour glass figure supporting a pair of round perky breasts, and that ass! Did it actually get rounder?
"Sylar!" Mohinder cried, her high pitched voice drawing his attention. "Have you gone deaf? I said 'change me back!' This isn't funny!"
His smirk quickly melted into a sloppy grin as Mohinder pouted cutely up at him, her lips just as full and tempting as ever and her dark brown orbs filled with that familiar spark of defiance. The only difference was that now Mohinder's face was much softer and stubble free and his eyes were now framed by long lashes.
The Indian "woman" stiffened as he ran his hands over her narrow shoulders and down her thin arms. "No," he whispered, his voice thick with hunger and, if Mohinder's wide eyes were any indication, his eyes were nearly black with lust. "Not yet. I want to see how this new body works."
Mohinder whimpered sweetly as he smashed their mouthes together. He hummed with pleasure as he ran his tongue over her hot mouth, pleased to find that she still tasted like spicy tea, but her lips were so much softer. He wondered if she'd feel the same when he fucked her.
The geneticist gasped as he hastily scooped her up into his arms, hooking one arm under her knees and grasping her shoulders tightly with the other. Her tiny little feet wiggled in the air as she struggled to free herself, causing her now over sized shoes to slip off and fall to the floor. He was practically rock hard as he carried her over to the bedroom, placing her down gently onto the mattress.
"Stop," she gasped. "Turn me back first!"
He chuckled, ignoring her pleas as he all but ripped her shirt open. Sylar groaned with need as he studied the beautiful brown mounds of flesh resting on her smooth, hairless chest. He had never really cared for breasts before (or women in general), but these were Mohinder's. Mohinder's breasts! Mohinder's nipples! He had to taste them.
Mohinder mewled, arching her back off of the bed and clutching the sheets in her spidery fingers as Sylar continued to lick and suck greedily at her brown pebble. He didn't want Mohinder's other breast to feel neglected, so he reached towards it and began messaging the soft flesh in his hand, flicking at the rock hard nipple idly with his thumb. His lips moved off of her right nipple with a wet pop as he switched sides, lavishing is mouth on the twin mound.
He could tell that he was steadily driving the Indian woman over the edge as she continued to wriggle and moan under his ministrations, no longer begging to be changed back to her original form. He grinned wickedly up at her as he pulled himself off of her delicate frame (she was so small and looked so frail that Sylar couldn't help, but treat her like glass) and began to slide her pants down her curvy hips. It was an easy matter since Mohinder's pants were now several sizes too large, but the second her lower half was fully exposed the geneticist started to protest.
"Why do I have to be the only one that's naked?" she whined.
"Because you're the one with the pretty new body," he teased, sliding his hand dreamily over her curves. So damn beautiful! Women weren't supposed to be this beautiful.
Mohinder raised herself up on her elbows, her brown eyes widening with terror when she heard Sylar's fly unzip. "Oh God!" she gasped fearfully, eying his rock hard erection. "Please, change me back!"
"Why would I do that? This is the fun part."
"At least use a condom!" she begged allowing her long brown legs to be spread apart. "I don't want to get pregnant!"
Sylar frowned, massaging Mohinder's firm bottom thoughtfully. He hadn't thought about that. Although, Mohinder's female form being so unbelievably sexy that he'd have to fuck her right then and there hadn't really crossed his mind either. Originally, Sylar had intended to change the geneticist right back after having a few laughs at his expense and snapping a couple of pictures. It was the Indian's fault for being so damn pretty.
"Do you have any?" he asked. Mohinder groaned as she reached into her bedside table and grabbed a fist full of condoms. He smiled as she threw them at his head. "Slut!"
"Using protection doesn't make me a 'slut,' you ass!" she growled, using her foot to kick him square in the chest. The sudden shift in her hormones and physical state must have messed up her control over her abilities since that kick was no where near as powerful as it could have been. "Now hurry up and fuck me before I come back to my senses!"
The serial killer decided not to argue as he quickly slipped the condom over his cock, disappointed that he wouldn't be able to get the full experience. Oh well, there was always next time. He sighed eagerly as Mohinder wrapped her shapely legs around his waist. She was already wet and ready for him as he slid into her new entrance. He moaned, pushing himself deeper inside.
"Oh God!" he grunted. "You're so tight!"
He couldn't believe he'd just said that. The words sounded so corny to his ears, yet he couldn't help but focus on how true they were.
"Shut up," she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck and clawing into his back. He could feel his skin tearing as Mohinder's fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt. She was starting to get her strength back. "Just fuck me!"
The two continued to pant and moan as Sylar steadily rocked inside of her. It didn't take long for Mohinder to find her release, squeezing her strong legs around his waist so tightly that he thought her thighs would break him in half. When her melodic voice screamed his name at the top of her lungs he soon found himself emptying into her.
The murderer was careful not to fall on top of Mohinder, certain that his weight would crush her delicate little body. Sylar sighed, as he rolled away from her, listening contently to the sound of Mohinder taking in deep quivering breaths. He smiled as he turned to gaze at the woman lying beside him, her skin practically glowing and her ebony hair spilling across the pillow. Reaching over towards her, he ran his pale fingers gently over the chocolate skin of her dainty arm.
"You've had your fun," she panted. "Now turn me back into a man."
Sylar chuckled, shifting on the bed to wrap his arms around her tiny waist. "Not yet," he murmured, kissing her narrow shoulders. "There's still so much we need to try out."
He felt Mohinder's body stiffened as he pressed her shapely figure against his hardened form. He'd change Mohinder back. After the children were born of course.