Re: Example prompt :DlasersandspikesMay 18 2012, 19:53:56 UTC
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He'd been sceptical at first.
Roxanne had brought home a lovely little pair of black lace panties, and just thinking about her luscious hips filling them out made his cock twitch.
That's when it got a bit weird.
When he told her to put them on she informed him that she had quite literally bought them for him.
And so there he lay. On the bed. In nothing but a pair of panties.
He had to admit, they fit him quite nicely. They were a ladies XS, naturally, but the front had a generous cut which allowed him quite a bit of room.
It was while he was pondering the strange softness of the lingerie that he felt a nimble hand cup between his legs. He brought his knees up out of instinct, and rocked his hips as the reporter caressed him.
The lace scratched against his aching dick, and his eyes rolled back at the delicious friction.
“Oh god, Roxanne...”
“Hmm, you like that?” She asked playfully, giving him a more firm squeeze.
The moan that ripped from his throat was the only reply she needed, so she quickened the pace, rubbing her fingertips up and down with more conviction.
He was mewling like a schoolgirl, high pitched and breathy, and Roxanne smirked darkly as she applied more pressure.
He whined as the lace scraped over him, the discomfort only adding to his arousal.
“Oh god, yes...” He threw his head back as his hips bucked into her palm. “Harder... F-faster... Please?”
He knew she couldn't resist it when he begged, and was delighted when the reporter obeyed, grabbing him more roughly through the flimsy fabric, pumping him hard and fast.
As with every aspect of his life, Megamind was loud, and this didn't stop once the bedroom doors closed. It had taken a while to free him of his inhibitions and actually vocalise his wants and needs.
In the beginning, he'd only mutter things quietly, blushing without end. Now he freely voiced his approval, begged without shame, and screamed the lair down upon release.
The fact that he was so vocal really turned her on. She'd always loved the sound of his voice, though she would've been mortified to admit it in the past. The little grunts and moans gave her a tingling feeling between her legs, and it was all she could do to stop herself tearing those panties off and straddling him.
He was pushing up into her hand with more need now, his face flushed, and his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.
Roxanne pumped her hand faster, feeling a few globs of precum now oozing through the fabric's mesh. She used her thumb to slick it over the trapped length, and was rewarded with a gasp.
“Roxanne, please... this is torture...”
She replied by fucking him with her hand more violently, the lace sweeping against him, back and forth, back and forth.
He bit his lip as he felt his balls tighten under the lace. “Oh... Y-Yes! Oh, YES!!!” He clutched the bedsheets either side of him, his knees trembling.
A few more harsh rubs and he spilled over, surrendering to whatever noises his body was tearing from him. Everything became a pleasant blur. Stars and moons danced across his eyes, and a whiny hum of tinnitus deafened him as the blood rushed to his head.
His legs dropped back down to the mattress, and his hips gave a few fleeting needy thrusts before he collapsed back, fighting for breath.
“So, you liked your present?”
He looked up into the blue eyes of his love. “Oh, GOD yes...” He smirked as she laid beside him, curling her arms around his neck. “So, my birthday's coming up... do they do matching garter belts?”
He'd been sceptical at first.
Roxanne had brought home a lovely little pair of black lace panties, and just thinking about her luscious hips filling them out made his cock twitch.
That's when it got a bit weird.
When he told her to put them on she informed him that she had quite literally bought them for him.
And so there he lay. On the bed. In nothing but a pair of panties.
He had to admit, they fit him quite nicely. They were a ladies XS, naturally, but the front had a generous cut which allowed him quite a bit of room.
It was while he was pondering the strange softness of the lingerie that he felt a nimble hand cup between his legs. He brought his knees up out of instinct, and rocked his hips as the reporter caressed him.
The lace scratched against his aching dick, and his eyes rolled back at the delicious friction.
“Oh god, Roxanne...”
“Hmm, you like that?” She asked playfully, giving him a more firm squeeze.
The moan that ripped from his throat was the only reply she needed, so she quickened the pace, rubbing her fingertips up and down with more conviction.
He was mewling like a schoolgirl, high pitched and breathy, and Roxanne smirked darkly as she applied more pressure.
He whined as the lace scraped over him, the discomfort only adding to his arousal.
“Oh god, yes...” He threw his head back as his hips bucked into her palm. “Harder... F-faster... Please?”
He knew she couldn't resist it when he begged, and was delighted when the reporter obeyed, grabbing him more roughly through the flimsy fabric, pumping him hard and fast.
As with every aspect of his life, Megamind was loud, and this didn't stop once the bedroom doors closed. It had taken a while to free him of his inhibitions and actually vocalise his wants and needs.
In the beginning, he'd only mutter things quietly, blushing without end. Now he freely voiced his approval, begged without shame, and screamed the lair down upon release.
The fact that he was so vocal really turned her on. She'd always loved the sound of his voice, though she would've been mortified to admit it in the past. The little grunts and moans gave her a tingling feeling between her legs, and it was all she could do to stop herself tearing those panties off and straddling him.
He was pushing up into her hand with more need now, his face flushed, and his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.
Roxanne pumped her hand faster, feeling a few globs of precum now oozing through the fabric's mesh. She used her thumb to slick it over the trapped length, and was rewarded with a gasp.
“Roxanne, please... this is torture...”
She replied by fucking him with her hand more violently, the lace sweeping against him, back and forth, back and forth.
He bit his lip as he felt his balls tighten under the lace. “Oh... Y-Yes! Oh, YES!!!” He clutched the bedsheets either side of him, his knees trembling.
A few more harsh rubs and he spilled over, surrendering to whatever noises his body was tearing from him. Everything became a pleasant blur. Stars and moons danced across his eyes, and a whiny hum of tinnitus deafened him as the blood rushed to his head.
His legs dropped back down to the mattress, and his hips gave a few fleeting needy thrusts before he collapsed back, fighting for breath.
“So, you liked your present?”
He looked up into the blue eyes of his love. “Oh, GOD yes...” He smirked as she laid beside him, curling her arms around his neck. “So, my birthday's coming up... do they do matching garter belts?”
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Of course Megamind is loud in bed as in all other aspects of his life. It's completely in character.
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