Fic: Sweet Revahnge: A Smut-tastic Olloween Special!- Chapter 4
Hello, all! I bet some of you thought I'd forgotten about this one... not in the least. I did hit a bit of a creative wall with it, though, because I had planned on using a prompt from the Advent Challenge on the comm to complete this story arc, but then I just didn't have the time. So I ended up taking this in an entirely different direction than I had originally planned... but I really like where it's going now. And hopefully, all of you will, too !Even though it's January now and this is an Olloween story... oh well. The arc will continue beyond Olloween, anyway :-P And I have to give mad props to my beta, missmartian23, for her mad beta-ing skills, patience, and excellent listening ear :-) Needless to say, like the last, this chapter is also very NSFW. It's NC-17 for a reason now, people!
P.S.- I haven't abandoned my "Grinch" mash-up, if anyone was wondering... I just tend to save that one for when I have smaller stretches to work or I'm actually AT work. Since it isn't porn-ish. (Well. Not yet anyway. Tehe.) And... I love you guys!!! Just cause I don't say it nearly enough!!! :-D
Since it's been awhile, in case you need a refresher:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=megamind_movie&keyword=Fic%3A%20Sweet%20Revahnge&filter=all
TITLE: Sweet Revahnge: A Smut-tastic Olloween Special! (Chapter 4- Incarceration)
RATING: NC-17
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!
IN THIS INSTALLMENT: Not much talk, a lot of action!
“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.
Chapter 4- Incarceration
As the large steel door separating the War Room and the living area of the lair loudly clanked shut behind the halfway to consummated new lovers, Roxanne at least had enough wits about her to take in her new surroundings. For obvious reasons, she had never been in this part of Megamind’s residence, and she was immediately struck by how… normal it actually seemed. The mahogany hardwood floors in the hallway were positively immaculate, no doubt kept that way by a fastidious Minion, and they stood in stark contrast to the very un-evil looking, off-white walls at their sides. While Megamind was insistently tugging the reporter along with him by her wrist, his cape rusting around her in the slight breeze stirred by their speed, she was too entranced by his presence and the recent emergence of their physical relationship to wonder why he hadn’t at least blindfolded her on this journey through his living quarters.
When the unlikely couple reached the third door on the right side of the hallway, the blue alien hastily turned its silver knob and dragged his still partially costumed vixen along behind him. He swung her with some degree of force, though, because as she came into the room, Roxanne tripped backwards a bit, lost her footing in her black stiletto boots and landed with a bounce on her captive’s king size bed, which was just to the left of the door. Megamind leisurely turned his head toward her with a devious smirk as he took his time closing it, securely latching not one, but indeed two deadbolts and a chain lock above them. His captive’s eyebrows rose upon viewing the elaborate security adorning his bedroom door, wondering just why he would need such an advanced level of protection on a room within his already fortified lair.
Noticing her possible consternation, he alien stated smoothly, “I value my privacy immensely, Miss Ritchi.”
“Does… does Minion know about those?” she asked uncertainly. Would he be able to hear me if I screamed? she pondered. Not that she’d necessarily want Minion running to the door even if her cries did manage to land within the fish’s earshot; any screaming Megamind had prompted on her part thus far that evening had been encouraged and thoroughly relished.
The villain laughed nearly humorlessly. “Who do you think I’m trying to keep out? He may be my companion and best friend, but there are some things that go on in this room that I just assume he not know about,” Megamind explained openly, never breaking eye contact with Roxanne as he walked toward where she half-laid on the bed.
“Such as…” she inquired innocently as the blue alien came to stand over her at the edge of the bed, his spindly legs halting inside of her partially spread thicker thighs.
Taking her face gingerly in both of his hands, the tenderness of the act surprising her, Megamind responded in a hushed tone, “Such as pleasuring myself repeatedly in a myriad of interesting ways while fantasizing about a certain wily, brunette reporter that I know.”
Roxanne sat slack-jawed at his candid admission as he removed his hands from her countenance slowly, confusion quickly settling upon his features. He seemed to harbor as much disbelief about his declaration as his female companion. After a good hard blink he seemed to clear his head a bit and brought his attention back to the task at hand.
All hesitation gone, the captor eyed her ravenously, from her now tousled short, brown hair all the way down to the pointed toes of her boots. Grabbing the sleek material of his cape, he pulled it from his captive’s body until it pooled on the floor around their feet. Wordlessly, the enamored alien leaned down further toward his irresistible temptress until he was supporting himself on either side of her torso on the mattress, and she had no choice but to back herself up toward the headboard to accommodate his advancement. Not that the spellbound reporter was complaining; a sly smile spread its way across her features at Megamind’s latest display of audacity. She wanted nothing more than to resume their previous tango of lips and limbs, and she was beyond curious about the seemingly independently mobile entity that Megamind was barely concealing within his skin-tight pants.
Before she knew it, her new lover hovered completely over her, effectively pinning her to the mattress, his nose just shy of hers. Green and blue eyes locked together, and for a moment it was as if neither of them knew exactly how to proceed after the raw passion that had exploded between them only minutes beforehand. Roxanne quickly remedied that query, however, when she roughly grabbed the back of Megamind’s head and drew him into an inviting kiss. He growled in response, basking in the sweet taste of her tongue meeting his over and over again.
It didn’t take Roxanne long to purposefully run her hands down the length of the villain’s astoundingly muscular back until she reached the elastic of his spandex bottoms. As completely uninhibited as she currently was, the more than willing brunette victim readily slid her impatient palms right into her captor’s pants, taking a hedonistic kind of joy in squeezing his tiny, but still pleasing bear rear until her blood red nails surely left imprints on the alien’s blue skin. She had always wanted to grab a handful of that taut little ass, and now she was basking in the glow of such a ripe opportunity.
“Aaahh!” he cried out in a fit of blissful discomfort, breaking their kiss. Roxanne only smirked and repeated the action, effectively pushing their pulsating pelvises even closer together. And there it was again… something was moving against her aching center, and as if to tease her further, Megamind seemed to refrain from grinding his hips to meet her impatient thrusts.
“Just what are you hiding in that suit of yours, spaceman?” the reporter asked coquettishly, stealthily attempting to slide her hands between the two of them so that she could better investigate his perplexing sex. Her captor merely smiled deviously, deftly intercepting his captive’s wandering fingers before they completely filled their curiosity and successfully pinned her offending wrists above either side of her head. Her eyes went wide at such a blatant show of aggression on his part, but inwardly all she could think was, Oh, if this is imprisonment, I don’t EVER want to be released!
“Ah-ah… all in good time, my nosy reporter,” Megamind murmured suggestively into her ear, and he was rewarded with a musical giggle at the tickling sensation his warm breath left in its wake. Once more intoxicated by the inviting feminine scent radiating from the pulse point on the neckline of his arousing temptress, the equally aroused alien melted himself to that sweet spot and began ravaging an assault that was practically guaranteed to leave his victim with a trail of marked evidence to find later.
Megamind began biting and nibbling and sucking his way down to her hypnotizing cleavage, eliciting lyrical little whimpers from the reporter as she struggled against his domineering restraint of her wrists. This only made him force the weight of his hands down on hers more severely, and he disengaged from his adoration of Roxanne’s décolletage long enough to smolder an emerald stare into her eyes to let her know just exactly who was running this show. The icy blue answer the alien received at his presumption quickly turned mischievous as his favorite hostage took a daring nip at his smartly trimmed goatee.
Having always held an attraction to the assertive side of Roxanne, Megamind smiled appreciatively at its manifestation. As he returned his attentions lower, he was disappointed to find that the succulent nipple he had worked out of the corset earlier in the evening was again hidden behind the black lacy fabric. Since he had already ruined the lower part of her dangerous outfit, he saw no reason to take care in preserving the top. Before Roxanne knew it, the villain released her restrained wrists and reared up on his knees to tower over her, tearing her bodice off her completely in the process. It was a move she had only ever seen… well, in porn, if she was going to be totally honest with herself.
“You might as well take care of the rest of my clothes while you’re at it,” she said saucily, and added, “Well… what’s left of them, anyway.”
“As you wish, Miss Ritchi,” Megamind answered, his proper, chivalrous tone contrasting with the base, animalistic way he proceeded to rip the remaining middle and shredded bottom of her costume until it laid in a pile of black scraps beside them on the deep blue bedspread. Leaving only her sexy fishnets and knee-high stilettos, Roxanne seemed confused when he paused in ridding her of the remaining articles. When she reached a hand down to begin pulling one of the boots off herself, Megamind slapped her hand away for the second time that night.
“No. Those stay on,” he ordered authoritatively.
“Kinky,” the reporter responded with a sly grin, acquiescing to what she assumed to be a long-held fantasy of his. “I like.”
Now she lay completely naked before him except for those tantalizing items still adorning her legs, and the thought passed through the alien’s mind, a platter of heaven on offer…. and right in my own bed, no less! Roxanne’s mussed brown hair fanned out over his pillow, and he swept his eyes all the way down her body, drinking in every curve inch by inch. The cat-that-ate-the-canary grin she currently sported told him in no uncertain terms that she knew precisely the effect she was having on him. It was infuriating. It was intoxicating. And Megamind was positive that he had never been so horny or wanted anyone or anything as much as he wanted this woman sprawled on his bed right at that moment.
“Megamind,” the reporter uttered through half-lidded eyes, her sexual excitement obviously equal to that of her blue counterpart. With impatience only born of such intense desire, she brought him out of his reverie by coyly asking, “Aren’t you going to come over here and fuck me?” The bluntness of her words betrayed the innocence in her tone. The way she was biting her bottom lip so invitingly with slightly raised eyebrows made Megamind’s already rapidly thumping heart skip a beat, and he involuntarily dropped his mask of dominance to gulp at the reporter’s frank proposal.
Not waiting for an answer, Roxanne raised up just enough to grab her captor’s spandex bottoms at his waist and yank them downward until they were trapped by his kneeling position on the bed. She quickly realized that the alien was lacking in underclothes, which immediately solved the mystery of what he had in the way of male equipment. Roxanne wasn’t sure if she was drooling at the sight of the divine blue alien sex before her, but she wouldn’t have been a bit surprised if she was.
In many ways, his was similar to a human penis, but it possessed nearly as many differences. Roxanne was quick to speculate that the length of his cock would prove most pleasurable once it was buried within her, and she hungrily licked her lips in painful anticipation as she examined it. While it had the appearance of circumcision, the head reminded her a bit more of a rounded arrow than the mushroom-like shape she was accustomed to seeing.
And just a glance at his length’s extraterrestrial deviances was enough to make the nearly rabid reporter quiver violently in her tight little cunt. For one, it was able to move completely of its own accord while still maintaining a manifestation of sturdy thickness. As it snaked about and almost seemed to reach toward her, Roxanne also got a good eyeful of its underside, which was covered with tiny, succulent suction cups. Holy. Shit. she screamed internally. I can’t decide if I want to swallow him whole right now or ride him with those glorious little circles right on my G spot til we…
“I take it my offerings meet with your approval, Miss Ritchi,” Megamind interrupted her lust-filled musings with a knowing smirk. All his temptress could manage to execute was an awed nod. Giving Roxanne a moment to recover from her first viewing of his impressive manhood, the alien swiftly took care of shedding his own stretchy shirt by reaching behind himself to lower the tiny zipper hidden at the base of his neck. Swiftly, he then pulled it over his giant head with ease now that the hole at the top was large enough.
With the stark reality of Megamind’s near nakedness before her, Roxanne’s overwhelming lust for the villain who had kidnapped her for years roused her from her spell of wonderment. In a flash, she spontaneously flipped him so he was flat on his back beneath her, and the captor’s bright blue face clearly expressed his surprise at his vixen’s sudden power play. He promptly found his spandex pants being yanked insistently from his spindly legs and carelessly thrown over the side of the bed. And finally, with the last thin threads of clothing between them gone, the pair that had crossed the fine line between rivals and paramours lay bare before one another, breathing heavily and enchanted by the other’s magnetic eyes.
In spite of what the two had wordlessly agreed upon only minutes beforehand, Roxanne decided that at least for the present, her desire to taste Megamind and take him deep into her skilled mouth overtook the almost equally strong urge between her legs. Giving him a coy smile, she slid snake-like down his thin body and gave the slightly purplish member an experimental, but thorough lick all around its thick head. Immediately, her kidnapper let go with a baritone-timbered moan that seemed to come clear from depths of his belly. The reporter’s smile only widened around his cock at the response, and she decided to really give him a reason to moan.
With the kind of expertise that could only come with experience at this particular task, Roxanne took her bad boy’s entire length all the way into her throat in one fell swoop. Caught completely off guard by such a brazen move so soon into his first experience being on the receiving end of oral ministrations, Megamind could only answer with a squeak that was most unbecoming of a fear-inspiring supervillain. Roxanne worked hard to hold back a laugh at the adorable noise, because in spite of an outward appearance of unwavering confidence, she was pretty sure that sexy blue boy’s so-called “ego” was about 70% bluster and 30% insecurity.
As his very well behaved victim continued to swirl her talented tongue across his happily humming penis, a lust-fueled fog swirled in her captor’s brain while he emitted all manner of telling and undignified noises of pleasure. Thoroughly enjoying the fruits of her exploration, Roxanne quite deliberately began moving her mouth up the underside of his wriggling manhood and individually suckling on the tiny little suction cups that peppered it.
“Oooohh, Megamind,” she sighed throatily between slurps. “This is by far,” she purposely smacked loudly as she sucked, “the sweetest cock I have ever had the pleasure of tasting.” Such an overwhelming avalanche of sensation and compliments combined rudely catapulted Megamind out of his gratifying mental haze, until the moment itself seemed to come to a halt as delicately as the end of a roller coaster ride.
Clarity raged to the forefront of the villain’s massive cranium for the first time in what must have been nearly an hour by this point. How… in the world? What… in the…? Roxanne… is sucking my… oh Eeevil Gods!!
“Roxanne!” the flustered blue alien blurted out suddenly, sitting up just as abruptly and leaving the reporter’s cum hungry mouth hanging open in disbelief as she looked up at him, still kneeling. “We can’t…” he breathed heavily, “You have to stop. Right now. You aren’t in your right mind.” Finally having his wits about him once again, Megamind rationally rode the wave of memories of their tryst thus far in a matter of seconds. What had happened. And what had… almost happened. It was too good to be true and completely horrifying simultaneously. Blithely lingering in a synthetic cloud of physical want and need, the villain’s warnings went unheeded by a still sexually hungry Roxanne.
“Oh, Megs,” the vixen purred seductively as she crawled back up the bed toward the object of her fixation, “No need to be scared, my poor, inexperienced baby. Roxanne’s gonna make it all better for you,” she finished as she hovered over him once again.
Megamind quirked an eyebrow at her use of the new diminutive. That would be BEYOND infuriating. If it wasn’t coming out of her mouth. Her brilliant, tantalizing mouth… that’s now LICKING my neck…NO. No, no, no. Must concentrate on the issue at hand. Mental redirect… calculus… quantum physics… really complicated math… GO.
The captor had now become the captive, and even though Megamind was free of the accidental spell of his clearly misnamed “truth serum,” his recently returned mental faculties were proving no match against his potential Eeevil Queen’s unrelenting advances.
“Roxanne, you don’t understand…” he tried again to explain, stammering.
“Oh, I understand perfectly,” she responded coolly without missing a beat, plunging her tongue eagerly between Megamind’s unsuccessfully protesting lips. Pulling back just slightly, she held his face in her hands with a contrasting gentleness and added, “This is all new to you…” she began, kissing him all but chastely. “But once you’ve been properly…” she leaned in close to his ear, “…fucked….” Megamind audibly gulped, “…it’s all you’ll want to do.”
As the reporter proceeded to mercilessly suck the villain’s earlobe and move a wandering hand lower until she was insistently massaging his still achingly stiff cock, Megamind’s two vastly different heads battled for the blood supply necessary to feed their separate demands. After about ten seconds of waging an internal war, the more cerebral end finally won out. Unexpectedly, the spindly man channeled the entirety of his regained mental prowess into a purely physical avenue and haphazardly flipped Roxanne in order to pin her beneath himself on the bed.
“Well now, that’s more like it,” the brunette offered saucily. Before she could manage to pull her lover down to meet her hungry lips once again, however, Megamind finally succeeded in stopping her advances when he laced their contrasting fingers together and once again located his authoritative speaking voice.
“Roxanne,” he declared emphatically. “I’m not playing games with you right now. You have to listen to me. I need you to concentrate.”
“But I am concentr…” she started coyly, but Megamind interrupted her immediately. His idea was a long shot, but he had to at least try to bring the woman back to her senses before something happened that they would both regret later.
“NO, Roxanne. Not on me. Concentrate on what happened earlier.” The now restored captor could tell from her answering smirk that she hadn’t gone back quite far enough. “And I don’t mean that, no. Farther back. Why did you come here today in the first place?” Megamind demanded. He was hoping cold, hard logic could cut through the haze that still blurred her mind. Although he knew their metabolisms to be vastly different, the formula had already lost its effect on him, and he’d been the last to ingest it. Maybe with the push of mental exercise, hers would wear off, as well.
Roxanne’s perfectly shaped eyebrows knit together in honest confusion as she pondered Megamind’s question. “I… well… I didn’t come here on my own,” she answered slowly with the hint of a whine, almost sounding like a lost little girl instead of the articulate newswoman she was.
“Of course you didn’t. You’ve never come to Eeevil Lair of your own accord in your life. So if you didn’t come here yourself, just how exactly did you get here?” After another long moment of strenuous contemplation, a spark of memory seemed to alight Roxanne’s face.
“I was… there was a party at work,” she explained carefully, almost as if she wasn’t quite sure of the truth herself. “I was up on the roof dancing with some of my friends… oh, the Halloween party, that’s right…and then… nothing.”
“And after ‘nothing’?” Megamind encouraged, hoping he was finally getting somewhere with her.
“I… woke up with the bag on my head, and Minion was there and…” At some point during the formation of that thought, complete awareness seemed to dawn upon Roxanne’s still heavily made up face. It washed its way over her visage gradually, first appearing as shock and then morphing into indignance.
“Megamind,” she uttered disdainfully, the icy blue of her eyes now burning into his green ones. “What in the hell did you DO?!” Roxanne yelled, now squirming in earnest to get free of her kidnapper’s grasp and clearly uncomfortable with both of their states of undress.
“I promise, I can explain everything. But I’m not letting you go until you give me a fair chance to do so.”
“Fair chance? Are you insane?! We’re both naked for Christ’s sake! Nothing about this could possibly be described as fair.”
“Ok, poor choice of words, I suppose. But you have to hear me out. And then you have my solemn oath that I’ll let you go.”
“Hah, what good is a solemn oath coming from you? How do I know you won’t just decide to finish what you started and take full advantage of me?!” Roxanne finished angrily, her breathing ragged and labored. Megamind’s expression immediately turned serious, and he was absolutely silent. For once.
“You really think that I would do that? That I could do that? To you?” he inquired, almost inaudibly. The hurt he felt at her accusation was evident. Roxanne briefly softened, realizing that in her bewilderment she had crossed a line. In the seven years they had spent in the roles of kidnapper and kidnappee, Megamind had never intentionally harmed her. And she knew it. And he knew she knew it. And that was why the remark had stung all the more.
“Fine,” the reporter conceded, making sure to maintain a strong façade. “But this better not be another one of your villainous monologues. I swear to God that I will severely pain your very… unique… family jewels if it sounds like you’re even heading in that direction.”
“Um… yes. Well. Point taken… Miss Ritchi,” Megamind replied, carefully clearing his throat. He didn’t even have to consider Roxanne’s threat; he already knew she meant every word of it. “You see, after I left you at your apartment yesterday, I realized that I was… missing something…”
P.S.- I haven't abandoned my "Grinch" mash-up, if anyone was wondering... I just tend to save that one for when I have smaller stretches to work or I'm actually AT work. Since it isn't porn-ish. (Well. Not yet anyway. Tehe.) And... I love you guys!!! Just cause I don't say it nearly enough!!! :-D
Since it's been awhile, in case you need a refresher:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=megamind_movie&keyword=Fic%3A%20Sweet%20Revahnge&filter=all
TITLE: Sweet Revahnge: A Smut-tastic Olloween Special! (Chapter 4- Incarceration)
RATING: NC-17
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!
IN THIS INSTALLMENT: Not much talk, a lot of action!
“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.
Chapter 4- Incarceration
As the large steel door separating the War Room and the living area of the lair loudly clanked shut behind the halfway to consummated new lovers, Roxanne at least had enough wits about her to take in her new surroundings. For obvious reasons, she had never been in this part of Megamind’s residence, and she was immediately struck by how… normal it actually seemed. The mahogany hardwood floors in the hallway were positively immaculate, no doubt kept that way by a fastidious Minion, and they stood in stark contrast to the very un-evil looking, off-white walls at their sides. While Megamind was insistently tugging the reporter along with him by her wrist, his cape rusting around her in the slight breeze stirred by their speed, she was too entranced by his presence and the recent emergence of their physical relationship to wonder why he hadn’t at least blindfolded her on this journey through his living quarters.
When the unlikely couple reached the third door on the right side of the hallway, the blue alien hastily turned its silver knob and dragged his still partially costumed vixen along behind him. He swung her with some degree of force, though, because as she came into the room, Roxanne tripped backwards a bit, lost her footing in her black stiletto boots and landed with a bounce on her captive’s king size bed, which was just to the left of the door. Megamind leisurely turned his head toward her with a devious smirk as he took his time closing it, securely latching not one, but indeed two deadbolts and a chain lock above them. His captive’s eyebrows rose upon viewing the elaborate security adorning his bedroom door, wondering just why he would need such an advanced level of protection on a room within his already fortified lair.
Noticing her possible consternation, he alien stated smoothly, “I value my privacy immensely, Miss Ritchi.”
“Does… does Minion know about those?” she asked uncertainly. Would he be able to hear me if I screamed? she pondered. Not that she’d necessarily want Minion running to the door even if her cries did manage to land within the fish’s earshot; any screaming Megamind had prompted on her part thus far that evening had been encouraged and thoroughly relished.
The villain laughed nearly humorlessly. “Who do you think I’m trying to keep out? He may be my companion and best friend, but there are some things that go on in this room that I just assume he not know about,” Megamind explained openly, never breaking eye contact with Roxanne as he walked toward where she half-laid on the bed.
“Such as…” she inquired innocently as the blue alien came to stand over her at the edge of the bed, his spindly legs halting inside of her partially spread thicker thighs.
Taking her face gingerly in both of his hands, the tenderness of the act surprising her, Megamind responded in a hushed tone, “Such as pleasuring myself repeatedly in a myriad of interesting ways while fantasizing about a certain wily, brunette reporter that I know.”
Roxanne sat slack-jawed at his candid admission as he removed his hands from her countenance slowly, confusion quickly settling upon his features. He seemed to harbor as much disbelief about his declaration as his female companion. After a good hard blink he seemed to clear his head a bit and brought his attention back to the task at hand.
All hesitation gone, the captor eyed her ravenously, from her now tousled short, brown hair all the way down to the pointed toes of her boots. Grabbing the sleek material of his cape, he pulled it from his captive’s body until it pooled on the floor around their feet. Wordlessly, the enamored alien leaned down further toward his irresistible temptress until he was supporting himself on either side of her torso on the mattress, and she had no choice but to back herself up toward the headboard to accommodate his advancement. Not that the spellbound reporter was complaining; a sly smile spread its way across her features at Megamind’s latest display of audacity. She wanted nothing more than to resume their previous tango of lips and limbs, and she was beyond curious about the seemingly independently mobile entity that Megamind was barely concealing within his skin-tight pants.
Before she knew it, her new lover hovered completely over her, effectively pinning her to the mattress, his nose just shy of hers. Green and blue eyes locked together, and for a moment it was as if neither of them knew exactly how to proceed after the raw passion that had exploded between them only minutes beforehand. Roxanne quickly remedied that query, however, when she roughly grabbed the back of Megamind’s head and drew him into an inviting kiss. He growled in response, basking in the sweet taste of her tongue meeting his over and over again.
It didn’t take Roxanne long to purposefully run her hands down the length of the villain’s astoundingly muscular back until she reached the elastic of his spandex bottoms. As completely uninhibited as she currently was, the more than willing brunette victim readily slid her impatient palms right into her captor’s pants, taking a hedonistic kind of joy in squeezing his tiny, but still pleasing bear rear until her blood red nails surely left imprints on the alien’s blue skin. She had always wanted to grab a handful of that taut little ass, and now she was basking in the glow of such a ripe opportunity.
“Aaahh!” he cried out in a fit of blissful discomfort, breaking their kiss. Roxanne only smirked and repeated the action, effectively pushing their pulsating pelvises even closer together. And there it was again… something was moving against her aching center, and as if to tease her further, Megamind seemed to refrain from grinding his hips to meet her impatient thrusts.
“Just what are you hiding in that suit of yours, spaceman?” the reporter asked coquettishly, stealthily attempting to slide her hands between the two of them so that she could better investigate his perplexing sex. Her captor merely smiled deviously, deftly intercepting his captive’s wandering fingers before they completely filled their curiosity and successfully pinned her offending wrists above either side of her head. Her eyes went wide at such a blatant show of aggression on his part, but inwardly all she could think was, Oh, if this is imprisonment, I don’t EVER want to be released!
“Ah-ah… all in good time, my nosy reporter,” Megamind murmured suggestively into her ear, and he was rewarded with a musical giggle at the tickling sensation his warm breath left in its wake. Once more intoxicated by the inviting feminine scent radiating from the pulse point on the neckline of his arousing temptress, the equally aroused alien melted himself to that sweet spot and began ravaging an assault that was practically guaranteed to leave his victim with a trail of marked evidence to find later.
Megamind began biting and nibbling and sucking his way down to her hypnotizing cleavage, eliciting lyrical little whimpers from the reporter as she struggled against his domineering restraint of her wrists. This only made him force the weight of his hands down on hers more severely, and he disengaged from his adoration of Roxanne’s décolletage long enough to smolder an emerald stare into her eyes to let her know just exactly who was running this show. The icy blue answer the alien received at his presumption quickly turned mischievous as his favorite hostage took a daring nip at his smartly trimmed goatee.
Having always held an attraction to the assertive side of Roxanne, Megamind smiled appreciatively at its manifestation. As he returned his attentions lower, he was disappointed to find that the succulent nipple he had worked out of the corset earlier in the evening was again hidden behind the black lacy fabric. Since he had already ruined the lower part of her dangerous outfit, he saw no reason to take care in preserving the top. Before Roxanne knew it, the villain released her restrained wrists and reared up on his knees to tower over her, tearing her bodice off her completely in the process. It was a move she had only ever seen… well, in porn, if she was going to be totally honest with herself.
“You might as well take care of the rest of my clothes while you’re at it,” she said saucily, and added, “Well… what’s left of them, anyway.”
“As you wish, Miss Ritchi,” Megamind answered, his proper, chivalrous tone contrasting with the base, animalistic way he proceeded to rip the remaining middle and shredded bottom of her costume until it laid in a pile of black scraps beside them on the deep blue bedspread. Leaving only her sexy fishnets and knee-high stilettos, Roxanne seemed confused when he paused in ridding her of the remaining articles. When she reached a hand down to begin pulling one of the boots off herself, Megamind slapped her hand away for the second time that night.
“No. Those stay on,” he ordered authoritatively.
“Kinky,” the reporter responded with a sly grin, acquiescing to what she assumed to be a long-held fantasy of his. “I like.”
Now she lay completely naked before him except for those tantalizing items still adorning her legs, and the thought passed through the alien’s mind, a platter of heaven on offer…. and right in my own bed, no less! Roxanne’s mussed brown hair fanned out over his pillow, and he swept his eyes all the way down her body, drinking in every curve inch by inch. The cat-that-ate-the-canary grin she currently sported told him in no uncertain terms that she knew precisely the effect she was having on him. It was infuriating. It was intoxicating. And Megamind was positive that he had never been so horny or wanted anyone or anything as much as he wanted this woman sprawled on his bed right at that moment.
“Megamind,” the reporter uttered through half-lidded eyes, her sexual excitement obviously equal to that of her blue counterpart. With impatience only born of such intense desire, she brought him out of his reverie by coyly asking, “Aren’t you going to come over here and fuck me?” The bluntness of her words betrayed the innocence in her tone. The way she was biting her bottom lip so invitingly with slightly raised eyebrows made Megamind’s already rapidly thumping heart skip a beat, and he involuntarily dropped his mask of dominance to gulp at the reporter’s frank proposal.
Not waiting for an answer, Roxanne raised up just enough to grab her captor’s spandex bottoms at his waist and yank them downward until they were trapped by his kneeling position on the bed. She quickly realized that the alien was lacking in underclothes, which immediately solved the mystery of what he had in the way of male equipment. Roxanne wasn’t sure if she was drooling at the sight of the divine blue alien sex before her, but she wouldn’t have been a bit surprised if she was.
In many ways, his was similar to a human penis, but it possessed nearly as many differences. Roxanne was quick to speculate that the length of his cock would prove most pleasurable once it was buried within her, and she hungrily licked her lips in painful anticipation as she examined it. While it had the appearance of circumcision, the head reminded her a bit more of a rounded arrow than the mushroom-like shape she was accustomed to seeing.
And just a glance at his length’s extraterrestrial deviances was enough to make the nearly rabid reporter quiver violently in her tight little cunt. For one, it was able to move completely of its own accord while still maintaining a manifestation of sturdy thickness. As it snaked about and almost seemed to reach toward her, Roxanne also got a good eyeful of its underside, which was covered with tiny, succulent suction cups. Holy. Shit. she screamed internally. I can’t decide if I want to swallow him whole right now or ride him with those glorious little circles right on my G spot til we…
“I take it my offerings meet with your approval, Miss Ritchi,” Megamind interrupted her lust-filled musings with a knowing smirk. All his temptress could manage to execute was an awed nod. Giving Roxanne a moment to recover from her first viewing of his impressive manhood, the alien swiftly took care of shedding his own stretchy shirt by reaching behind himself to lower the tiny zipper hidden at the base of his neck. Swiftly, he then pulled it over his giant head with ease now that the hole at the top was large enough.
With the stark reality of Megamind’s near nakedness before her, Roxanne’s overwhelming lust for the villain who had kidnapped her for years roused her from her spell of wonderment. In a flash, she spontaneously flipped him so he was flat on his back beneath her, and the captor’s bright blue face clearly expressed his surprise at his vixen’s sudden power play. He promptly found his spandex pants being yanked insistently from his spindly legs and carelessly thrown over the side of the bed. And finally, with the last thin threads of clothing between them gone, the pair that had crossed the fine line between rivals and paramours lay bare before one another, breathing heavily and enchanted by the other’s magnetic eyes.
In spite of what the two had wordlessly agreed upon only minutes beforehand, Roxanne decided that at least for the present, her desire to taste Megamind and take him deep into her skilled mouth overtook the almost equally strong urge between her legs. Giving him a coy smile, she slid snake-like down his thin body and gave the slightly purplish member an experimental, but thorough lick all around its thick head. Immediately, her kidnapper let go with a baritone-timbered moan that seemed to come clear from depths of his belly. The reporter’s smile only widened around his cock at the response, and she decided to really give him a reason to moan.
With the kind of expertise that could only come with experience at this particular task, Roxanne took her bad boy’s entire length all the way into her throat in one fell swoop. Caught completely off guard by such a brazen move so soon into his first experience being on the receiving end of oral ministrations, Megamind could only answer with a squeak that was most unbecoming of a fear-inspiring supervillain. Roxanne worked hard to hold back a laugh at the adorable noise, because in spite of an outward appearance of unwavering confidence, she was pretty sure that sexy blue boy’s so-called “ego” was about 70% bluster and 30% insecurity.
As his very well behaved victim continued to swirl her talented tongue across his happily humming penis, a lust-fueled fog swirled in her captor’s brain while he emitted all manner of telling and undignified noises of pleasure. Thoroughly enjoying the fruits of her exploration, Roxanne quite deliberately began moving her mouth up the underside of his wriggling manhood and individually suckling on the tiny little suction cups that peppered it.
“Oooohh, Megamind,” she sighed throatily between slurps. “This is by far,” she purposely smacked loudly as she sucked, “the sweetest cock I have ever had the pleasure of tasting.” Such an overwhelming avalanche of sensation and compliments combined rudely catapulted Megamind out of his gratifying mental haze, until the moment itself seemed to come to a halt as delicately as the end of a roller coaster ride.
Clarity raged to the forefront of the villain’s massive cranium for the first time in what must have been nearly an hour by this point. How… in the world? What… in the…? Roxanne… is sucking my… oh Eeevil Gods!!
“Roxanne!” the flustered blue alien blurted out suddenly, sitting up just as abruptly and leaving the reporter’s cum hungry mouth hanging open in disbelief as she looked up at him, still kneeling. “We can’t…” he breathed heavily, “You have to stop. Right now. You aren’t in your right mind.” Finally having his wits about him once again, Megamind rationally rode the wave of memories of their tryst thus far in a matter of seconds. What had happened. And what had… almost happened. It was too good to be true and completely horrifying simultaneously. Blithely lingering in a synthetic cloud of physical want and need, the villain’s warnings went unheeded by a still sexually hungry Roxanne.
“Oh, Megs,” the vixen purred seductively as she crawled back up the bed toward the object of her fixation, “No need to be scared, my poor, inexperienced baby. Roxanne’s gonna make it all better for you,” she finished as she hovered over him once again.
Megamind quirked an eyebrow at her use of the new diminutive. That would be BEYOND infuriating. If it wasn’t coming out of her mouth. Her brilliant, tantalizing mouth… that’s now LICKING my neck…NO. No, no, no. Must concentrate on the issue at hand. Mental redirect… calculus… quantum physics… really complicated math… GO.
The captor had now become the captive, and even though Megamind was free of the accidental spell of his clearly misnamed “truth serum,” his recently returned mental faculties were proving no match against his potential Eeevil Queen’s unrelenting advances.
“Roxanne, you don’t understand…” he tried again to explain, stammering.
“Oh, I understand perfectly,” she responded coolly without missing a beat, plunging her tongue eagerly between Megamind’s unsuccessfully protesting lips. Pulling back just slightly, she held his face in her hands with a contrasting gentleness and added, “This is all new to you…” she began, kissing him all but chastely. “But once you’ve been properly…” she leaned in close to his ear, “…fucked….” Megamind audibly gulped, “…it’s all you’ll want to do.”
As the reporter proceeded to mercilessly suck the villain’s earlobe and move a wandering hand lower until she was insistently massaging his still achingly stiff cock, Megamind’s two vastly different heads battled for the blood supply necessary to feed their separate demands. After about ten seconds of waging an internal war, the more cerebral end finally won out. Unexpectedly, the spindly man channeled the entirety of his regained mental prowess into a purely physical avenue and haphazardly flipped Roxanne in order to pin her beneath himself on the bed.
“Well now, that’s more like it,” the brunette offered saucily. Before she could manage to pull her lover down to meet her hungry lips once again, however, Megamind finally succeeded in stopping her advances when he laced their contrasting fingers together and once again located his authoritative speaking voice.
“Roxanne,” he declared emphatically. “I’m not playing games with you right now. You have to listen to me. I need you to concentrate.”
“But I am concentr…” she started coyly, but Megamind interrupted her immediately. His idea was a long shot, but he had to at least try to bring the woman back to her senses before something happened that they would both regret later.
“NO, Roxanne. Not on me. Concentrate on what happened earlier.” The now restored captor could tell from her answering smirk that she hadn’t gone back quite far enough. “And I don’t mean that, no. Farther back. Why did you come here today in the first place?” Megamind demanded. He was hoping cold, hard logic could cut through the haze that still blurred her mind. Although he knew their metabolisms to be vastly different, the formula had already lost its effect on him, and he’d been the last to ingest it. Maybe with the push of mental exercise, hers would wear off, as well.
Roxanne’s perfectly shaped eyebrows knit together in honest confusion as she pondered Megamind’s question. “I… well… I didn’t come here on my own,” she answered slowly with the hint of a whine, almost sounding like a lost little girl instead of the articulate newswoman she was.
“Of course you didn’t. You’ve never come to Eeevil Lair of your own accord in your life. So if you didn’t come here yourself, just how exactly did you get here?” After another long moment of strenuous contemplation, a spark of memory seemed to alight Roxanne’s face.
“I was… there was a party at work,” she explained carefully, almost as if she wasn’t quite sure of the truth herself. “I was up on the roof dancing with some of my friends… oh, the Halloween party, that’s right…and then… nothing.”
“And after ‘nothing’?” Megamind encouraged, hoping he was finally getting somewhere with her.
“I… woke up with the bag on my head, and Minion was there and…” At some point during the formation of that thought, complete awareness seemed to dawn upon Roxanne’s still heavily made up face. It washed its way over her visage gradually, first appearing as shock and then morphing into indignance.
“Megamind,” she uttered disdainfully, the icy blue of her eyes now burning into his green ones. “What in the hell did you DO?!” Roxanne yelled, now squirming in earnest to get free of her kidnapper’s grasp and clearly uncomfortable with both of their states of undress.
“I promise, I can explain everything. But I’m not letting you go until you give me a fair chance to do so.”
“Fair chance? Are you insane?! We’re both naked for Christ’s sake! Nothing about this could possibly be described as fair.”
“Ok, poor choice of words, I suppose. But you have to hear me out. And then you have my solemn oath that I’ll let you go.”
“Hah, what good is a solemn oath coming from you? How do I know you won’t just decide to finish what you started and take full advantage of me?!” Roxanne finished angrily, her breathing ragged and labored. Megamind’s expression immediately turned serious, and he was absolutely silent. For once.
“You really think that I would do that? That I could do that? To you?” he inquired, almost inaudibly. The hurt he felt at her accusation was evident. Roxanne briefly softened, realizing that in her bewilderment she had crossed a line. In the seven years they had spent in the roles of kidnapper and kidnappee, Megamind had never intentionally harmed her. And she knew it. And he knew she knew it. And that was why the remark had stung all the more.
“Fine,” the reporter conceded, making sure to maintain a strong façade. “But this better not be another one of your villainous monologues. I swear to God that I will severely pain your very… unique… family jewels if it sounds like you’re even heading in that direction.”
“Um… yes. Well. Point taken… Miss Ritchi,” Megamind replied, carefully clearing his throat. He didn’t even have to consider Roxanne’s threat; he already knew she meant every word of it. “You see, after I left you at your apartment yesterday, I realized that I was… missing something…”