Fic: Sweet Revahnge: A Smut-tastic Olloween Special! - Chapter 3
Ok folks, here goes... my first published smut!! I have to say, it was a lot harder... *coughs* I mean, difficult… to accomplish than I ever could have imagined. And mad props to my amazing friend and beta, Megan Martian, for helping me with adding in important little details for you wonderful readers!! So, it may seem redundant at this point, but… *ADULT MATERIAL… READ AT YOUR OWN RISK… NSFW* … and all that jazz. Leave me some love folks, it makes my day :-D
P.S.- I wasn't really around when "Porn Weekend" was a big thing... but hey, this is porn and it's the weekend. Maybe it's something we could restart??!! ;-)
TITLE: Sweet Revahnge: A Smut-tastic Olloween Special!
RATING: NC-17 (FINALLY!!!)
SUMMARY: Megamind's precious new invention has gone missing after he returns Roxanne to her apartment following a called-off kidnapping, and he's determined to get it back. Suspicion! Suspense! Slutty Costumes! Olloween Cookies!
As Megamind walked across the expansive War Room toward the familiar wooden chair that held his favorite and indeed only hostage, he was aware on some level that something within his psyche had transformed during the course of the past few minutes. He still wanted to know what had happened to his precious holo-watch, to be sure; but even more, he wanted to explore the depths of this fascinating woman who had maddened and excited him beyond measure for so many years. And because of his scheming, it finally seemed as if she might be amenable to such a proposition.
“So sorry to have kept you waiting, my dear Miss Ritchi,” Megamind said as charmingly as he could manage.
“I’m getting rather impatient being tied up all by myself over here… with no one to entertain me,” Roxanne pouted, protruding her lower lip in a most sultry manner.
“Well, I think we can do something about that,” the alien answered with a sneaky grin, beginning his usual slow dance around her chair, bending down near her ear to add, “But there’s a small matter that we need to settle first, isn’t there?”
“You said… that I took something that belongs to you…” the reporter managed, finding herself quite intoxicated by her blue captor’s close proximity. “What exactly were you referring to?”
“My holo-watch,” Megamind answered matter-of-factly, not wanting to waste any unnecessary time on the small matter of his missing possession when there were other more pleasurable activities now so closely within his grasp. “You got it off of my wrist somehow yesterday when we were… conversing.”
“I bet you wish I had gotten something else off, huh?” the very loosely tongued Roxanne queried, tracing the index finger of her freed right hand along the fuchsia edge of Megamind’s left ear as he came to kneel in front of her.
Oh, Eeevilness, Megamind thought to himself. She really wanted it as much as I did. “So you admit that you took it?” the villain barely managed to squeak, so distracted and enamored was he by her gentle touches.
“I don’t remember taking anything… and the only thing I remember wanting to take was you, space cowboy,” the sultrily dressed brunette replied playfully. “But, you know, if you don’t believe me, you’re more than welcome to conduct a very thorough search of my person… just so you can rest easy,” she added cheekily.
“Uh…” stammered the currently amorous villain, not so much caught off guard as knocked. “That… could probably be arranged.”
“I could be hiding it in my mouth, for all you know,” Roxanne teased.
“Isn’t it too big to fit in your mouth?” Megamind asked, his logical side shining through for a split second to scoff at the absurdity such a suggestion.
“Damn you and your over-thinking, over-sized brain, Megamind,” the reporter hissed fervently, using her free hand to pull his neck toward her for their mouths to finally meet. This time, there was no hesitation on the alien’s part; he was more than ready. Quickly moving to snake his arms around Roxanne while he plundered her glorious mouth with his anxious tongue, Megamind realized that his very pliant victim’s left hand was still tied to the chair and her feet still bound together between them. Without missing a beat or a nip or a suck at her heavenly lips, the villain untied her roped appendages single-handedly and moved to make a daring pass at her exposed neck. Roxanne sighed and moaned openly as she enjoyed his attentions and wrapped her arms snuggly around his shoulders, nearly causing Megamind’s already thumping heart to burst right out of his chest.
“One handed, Megamind? That’s impressive,” the reporter uttered distractedly as her captor made his way up her neck to perform payback for her previous tease at his own sensitive ears. “I hope that’s just a preview of other things you can do with your hands…”
At that barely veiled remark, Megamind pulled back from his assault on Roxanne’s neck and looked straight into her eyes, which currently swirled in a passionate blue haze and openly begged him for more.
“Oh, I would be most delighted to show you the extent of my tactile prowess, my pet,” the equally aroused alien hummed suggestively, boldly moving his gloved hand up the tantalizing roughness of the fishnet stockings adorning Roxanne’s thighs. When he reached the top of the stocking and his hand finally met the bare smoothness of her creamy skin, Megamind pulled his hands away in the blink of an eye to remove his gloves and quickly returned one to that inviting place and the other to cup her luscious rear before Roxanne could utter any noise of protest.
Experimentally, he hooked one of his fingers around the elastic of her garter belt and gave it a pull, immensely enjoying the strangled, “Ah!” of surprise and pleasurable pain that his little brunette vixen released as the strap slapped back audibly onto her skin. Megamind just looked up at her and smirked confidently, fully comprehending the effect he was having on her and loving the hell out of every second of it. Never breaking their eye contact, his hand continued on its northern path of exploration until it finally reached the territory that it so desperately sought: the border of Roxanne’s black satin lingerie. Enamored as ever but still aware enough of the significance of what they were doing to seek permission in the eyes of his maybe lover, the unexpectedly courteous villain arched an eyebrow at the reporter as a means of communicating his intentions. When all she did was pull him as closely as their somewhat awkward positioning would allow and insistently probe his tongue once again with her own, Megamind took that as his cue and carefully slipped his index finger inside the edge of her panties.
Oh. Oh my, he thought to himself wondrously. It was so warm… and even more so wet in that hidden but most inviting place between his sassy reporter’s perfect legs. She inhaled sharply as her captor began exploring her most intimate parts, breaking off their heated kiss to look into his eyes once again. Megamind traced that single finger along her slit until he came to the very top, where he found the sensitive bundle of nerves amongst tufts of hair that he knew could serve as the key to the kingdom of Roxanne. What he lacked in practical experience, Megamind made up for in thorough research and creativity; he knew that the chance of this day coming was slim to none, but he had decided a long time ago that if the Eeevil Gods were ever to smile upon him in a way that such a glorious opportunity would present itself, then damned if he wasn’t going to know what the hell he was supposed to do to please her. Then maybe… just maybe…
The slight wandering of his thoughts quickly snapped back to attention when the wandering of his hands elicited a positively delicious moan from Roxanne. “Jesus Christ, Megamind,” his vixen panted, her eyes squeezed shut as his talented fingers sent little sparks of delight shooting through her entire body. “Where… how did you learn to do this?” she asked as she started running her hands all over his bald blue head, only wanting to pull him closer. She was becoming more intoxicated by his unique, but pleasing scent every second and almost instinctually began to slowly run her nose along his massive forehead in order to take more of him in.
“Reading is a hobby of mine,” he answered distractedly, taking advantage of the convenient position of his head kissing his way around the exposed top of Roxanne’s breasts.
“What did you read, the whole Kama Sutra?” she marveled as her captor managed to use nothing but his magic mouth to work one of her engorged nipples out of her black lace bustier as he continued to rigorously massage her aching clit.
“Among other things,” Megamind mumbled almost incomprehensibly as he swirled his tongue around the reporter’s darkened areola. He found the different textures he was encountering on this part of her body incredibly fascinating, bumpy, then smooth, then pointy… and all of it downright delectable.
“Well, it paid off… uhhn,” Roxanne began, but quickly trailed off as she climbed even closer to her peak. “Megamind, this is so good, but… I… I need more,” she gasped as she struggled to stay upright in the chair, trying to stumble through her words well enough to communicate just what she wanted. “I… need… your long, blue fingers to fuck me. Now. Hard.”
“As you wish, Miss Ritchi,” the alien complied smoothly, pulling back from her just enough to have a good view of her visage. He wanted to be able to see the look on the face of his sexy victim the moment that he plunged into the deepest folds of her wetness. Using two fingers, he insistently pushed his way inside of his magnificent Roxanne, loving both the desperate, wanting sound that she uttered at the contact and the way it made her eyes roll back into her head. He was really doing this to Roxanne; he was pushing her buttons like always, but these new erotic buttons effortlessly put the old buttons of banter to shame.
“Oooohh, yeeeeesss,” she hissed almost in a whisper as her captor buried his fingers deep in her now dripping pussy and began urgently sliding them in and out in the most satisfying way. Now that his eager digits were finally inside of his increasingly more willing victim, Megamind couldn’t help but feel somewhere in the back of his head like he was supposed to be looking for something… finding the answer to some question. Hell, he thought to himself, couldn’t have been very important, anyway.
Although she adored the new sensation of Megamind’s lithe fingers fucking her fully with almost painful pleasure, almost immediately Roxanne missed his concentration on her clit. Gradually, the lust-driven reporter’s own hand traveled lazily downward to resume the action that her alien lover had traded in order to bring her even deeper gratification.
Such a slow and sexy stroke could hardly be lost on the super-genius, supervillain, however, and Roxanne had only begun to touch herself when Megamind caught her completely off guard by forcefully slapping her hand away. She hardly had a chance to send him a questioning look before she observed the dark smolder under his furrowed brow. Before she knew it, her kidnapper had ripped clean through the underside of the silky, satiny bottoms and was eagerly nudging her knees even further apart with his giant blue head. And then the room nearly melted around Roxanne as Megamind’s talented tongue insistently went to work on the most sensitive point of her outer folds, while his fingers continued wielding their indulgence of her inner walls.
Megamind had shocked himself with his decidedly bold feat of physicality in the heat of their passion, but he simply couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t that he took issue with Roxanne pleasuring herself; although he’d only had the chance to drink in that sight for mere seconds, it only served to further flame his single-minded desire for this beautiful, completely sensual creature until his jealousy refused to allow anyone but himself to bring her over the edge. Some deep-seated, primal male urge inexplicably drove him to be solely responsible for her ecstasy.
Ooohh, the taste of her, the alien squealed within the confines of his own head. Heady, tangy, full-bodied and hot. I could lick her all day and never get enough of this lush platter of female fruit.
“Uhhn, Megamind…” Roxanne whined through the waves of desire that were quickly pressing her closer to climax
“Oh, my Temptress,” the villain managed to utter sloppily amidst his fervent ministrations. “All this time I’ve wanted nothing more than for you to scream for me… if only I’d known that a change in tactics was necessarily, we both could have been satisfied so long ago.” Roxanne’s only response was another strangled moan, but Megamind did the last thing she ever would have expected when his mouth broke contact with her completely and his fingers suddenly stilled within her. The captive registered an understandable expression of wide blue-eyed shock at the sudden cessation of movement, but the captor returned a dark green gaze that was so obviously and dangerously drunk with the power that could only born of making the one woman he had coveted for years writhe and whimper under his touch.
“Do you want to come, Roxanne?” Megamind challenged authoritatively through heavy breaths.
“Yes!” she replied frantically, somehow managing to nearly yell through a whisper.
“Beg,” the villain commanded. There was no trace of a request in his tone; it was an order.
“What?” the bewildered reporter panted, the tiniest portion of her logical brain that was still functional screaming at her that this whole situation was all kinds of “what’s wrong with this picture?”
“I said. Beg.”
“Pl…please, Megamind. I want you… no, I need you to make me come so badly…” Roxanne trailed off desperately, driven mad by the sleek and agile blue fingers that still filled her completely but refused to resume their seductive dance until their owner’s ego had been stroked accordingly.
“Hm… I’m not convinced that you really want it, my sweet little victim. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you,” the alien drew out slowly, his timbre lowering with each word. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Please lick me again… I need you to suck on my clit and fuck me raw with your fingers. I promise, I’m going to be such a good girl for you if you do,” she pleaded, biting her lower lip and nearly in tears with wanting, her eyes a hazy glaze of lust. Even through the potent fog of his domineering primitive instincts and the lingering effects of the formula, the largely over-ridden center of Megamind’s analytical brain couldn’t help but mark the complete shift in his temptress’s usual demeanor, as well as his own. Is this how desire affects everyone? he couldn’t help but briefly wonder before quickly returning his focus to the task at hand.
“That’s better,” the alien murmured in response as he resumed his position between her legs, working his maddeningly voluptuous reporter back into a frenzy. A few licks and thrusts were all it took to bring her back to her previous precipice of pleasure
“Megamind… just like that… keep going…” his hostage gasped, and the way she was almost involuntarily grinding her hips against his efforts only intensified the friction. Fleetingly, she wondered if the hard, wooden planks of her usual chair were going to leave marks across her back, but Roxanne was miles beyond caring.
“Uhn… Megamind!” Roxanne cried suddenly, and his name was the last word that escaped her lips as a truly fierce orgasm racked her entire body from head to toe. The villain hungrily lapped at her juices as they flowed onto his tongue, savoring the intense high he was experiencing as a result of causing his one and only prisoner, usually so highly guarded with him, to come so completely undone under the spell of his worship.
Megamind continued to slowly lick and tease around her entrance while Roxanne tried to regain the wind that her climax had so fully knocked out of her. When her sensitive pussy could simply no longer abide his oral attentions, the exhausted brunette sluggishly took her captor’s face in both of her hands and pulled his eyes up to meet her own. She was none too surprised to find that a smile laden with smug satisfaction adorned his angular features, and the reporter was torn between unleashing payback that would have wiped the smile clean off the villain’s face in seconds or kissing him senseless. The latter impulse won out initially, and before Megamind knew it Roxanne was pulling him up to one knee. Staying between her legs, Megamind was now flush against her still heaving chest and she provocatively used her tongue to trace his lips, which tasted strongly of her own intimate essence,
“I made you scream, Roxanne,” he murmured in between their increasingly eager, sloppy open-mouthed kisses, running his hands enticingly along her back. “And not just an ordinary, run-of- the-mill scream. You screamed my name.”
“I think I’d scream the name of pretty much anyone who could give me the kind of orgasm that nearly renders me unconscious,” she replied coyly, shifting her kisses along her potential lover’s enticing jaw until she reached his lavender-tinged ears. When Roxanne’s exploring elicited a guttural moan from Megamind, she knew that turning the tables of passion on him could prove to be entirely too easy and extraordinarily satisfying.
“So, my evil overlord,” Roxanne teased, moving her oral assault to the alien’s slender neck, “I promised that I’d be a good girl if you let me come… how about you and I trade places and I’ll show you what it means to really see stars behind your eyes?” she asked alluringly, running her hand down between them until it found the stretchy waistband of his spandex pants and experimentally brushed a few fingers inside. When something firm and velvety very deliberately moved and sought her hand, Roxanne abruptly stopped her exploration of Megamind’s neck, pulled back her startled hand, and looked him straight in the eyes.
“If you mean that as a euphemism for pleasuring me orally, my pet, I have no objections,” Megamind stated rather nonchalantly, then immediately began kissing and smelling his way up Roxanne’s intoxicating neck to her ear, where he took his own turn to nip and suck at her tender lobe. “But I propose that it might be far more… sating for both of us to engage in penetrative sexual intercourse,” he proposed suggestively into her ear.
“Are you saying that you want to probe me, Megamind?” Roxanne queried cheekily, trying to hide the slight degree of nervousness that she now harbored regarding what was in his pants by slowly snaking her arms around his neck.
“Ooooooh yes, Roxanne. A million times yes,” he responded.
“More than you want me to suck you into submission?” the reporter returned rather boldly, still trying to exude more confidence than she was currently feeling.
“When I come, I want to be inside of you so that I can feel your tight, hot pussy pulsing all around me when it happens,” Megamind purred seductively, his tone effectively hypnotizing his recently agreeable hostage. “Not here though… I want to do this someplace where we can both be more… comfortable,” he added with a smirk, pulling a thoroughly bemused Roxanne up out of her slightly slumped position in the chair.
As soon as she stood, Megamind was quickly reminded of her current state of torn undress that had resulted from the most intense moments of their encounter thus far. In an unprecedented act of chivalry for the villain, he deftly removed his cape and wrapped it almost like a sarong around his favorite captive; indeed he was distracted, but not so much that he forgot the possibility of the two of them encountering Minion. Roxanne smiled almost shyly at the gesture in spite of everything they had just done together, as the enigmatic blue alien opened the door of the War Room that led to the living quarters of the lair and excitedly led her to follow.