In steps M. Bison, a man she may or may not remember from one special time Bayonetta had here in damnable Hotel. He was dressed as normal as ever--red uniform that hugged rippling muscles, and a red hat with the symbol emblazed upon it as usual, along with the metal plates he wore on his shins and large forearms. It seemed that even now, he was ready for a fight.
Though when he sees who it is that's been made to wait for him, a smirk of his one crosses handsome (and maybe even devilish) features. As he steps further in, a smaller man with a camera follows.
"I hope you don't mind the extra company, my dear. They won't touch, I assure you."
Oh, this was a pleasant surprise. Her smile grows as she stands, resting her hands on her hips. "I never object to extra company. It's a delight to see you again, I must admit." Oh, she did indeed remember him; nobody could say her memory was going. She did admit, the memory of him made her all... tingly.
How could it not? After the way he took her, and in so many fun positions..."I was just thinking the same." The dictator replies, the photographer moving a bit more out to the side of the pair as he stops a short foot away from her, getting an up close and giving his obvious approval as he looks her up and down.
"A figure that begs to be ravished, if ever there were one."
There's a small chuckle from the witch, hooking her thumbs in the straps of her dress. "So glad we're on the same page." Her voice is a teasing murmur, thumbs pulling the dress down her shoulders slightly. "Shall we begin, then?" She was always eager, especially when her partner was someone as commanding and skilled as Bison.
"My dear, you never have to ask such a thing." A click can be heard as the photographer snaps away at the camera during Bayonetta's little tease, and continues to click as Bison closes the distance between them and tugs her straps down the witch's arms entirely. Her breasts exposed, Bison doesn't go for them just yet, preferring to move in one fluid motion as a hand slides up under the slit in her dress to grab hold of a soft, panty-clad cheek, squeezing it as he pulls her snugly against him and kisses the tall woman hard.
For all the firm squeezes and the deep kiss he was giving her, that strong hand starts to slide over her ass and the lace of her panties with a sort of finesse very few may have used in this situation.
Kissing back, the witch wraps her arms around the dictator, pressing her body firmly against his. They way he was able to take command just using his hands was both amusing and intriguing, her back arching slightly as his hand played across her panties, teasing her ass in a way that brought back even more flashbacks of the last time they were together.
Gradually Bison breaks their kiss to press his lips to her neck, tongue brushing against the soft skin as he tastes her here, the hand moving over her panties slipping between her cheeks to rub up against her asshole, pressing against it through the fabric as he slides it further under a bit more to firmly brush it up against her sex as well.
Then he cups it, giving it a good squeeze before sliding his hand back up and repeating the motion again.
That little trick gets a moan, the witch tilting her head back and rocking her hips into the hand as he teases her. Of course, she's always been responsive, her silk panties already slightly damp when his hand meets her sex. Bayonetta was practically a walking aphrodisiac herself; the drugs just made it worse.
Several clicks can be heard as Bison gives Baynoetta's skin a little bit of a nip, a little red mark showing itself against the pale skin of her neck. He gives her a couple of repeats of the motion she seemed to be enjoying plenty of before his hand slides away, both going to the straps of her dress
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There's a small sound of surprise, paired with an amused smirk as Bison throws her over his shoulder. Not many could do that, after all. She bounces on the bed slightly as she's dropped, dark hair splayed beneath her as his fingers worked up her leg. A shiver gently rocks her frame, dark eyes looking up at him through her glasses as her hips grind and rock against his finger. "I get that a lot." Her voice is a purr, dark and smooth as always as her own hands get to work on his uniform. Not fair if she's the only one naked, right?
Right indeed, especially considering what Bison had for her underneath the uniform. He smirks as Bayonetta starts to undress him, pausing in what he was doing to see if she would get eager with her movements or not.
That and he wanted her to take in every bit of skin that was revealed by her hands.
Eager indeed. It didn't take Bayonetta long to explore as she undressed him, pushing herself up to run her lips, tongue, and teeth along his neck and muscled chest. Just the sight of him is enough to make her arousal spike, the witch moaning against his skin as she finally pulls the troublesome shirt down and off his shoulders.
Bison smirks as Bayonetta tends to him, appreciating his body as his shirt is removed. Once it is, he gently urges her to go lower, telling her that he knows what she really wants is further down still.
Bayonetta just grinned up at Bison, hands already undoing his pants. Once she pulls everything down, his erection freed, Bayonetta wraps a slender hand around the base, bathing the head with her tongue before trapping it between her lips.
"Ah, that is much better my dear." Bison murmurs in his deep voice, the dictator pleased with Bayonetta's ability to handle him in such a way. Her tongue felt marvelous, and those full lips felt even better.
There's a pause in the sound of snapping as the photographer watches for a moment before clearing his throat and continuing to take pictures of the pair.
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Bayonetta did her best to fight a grin at the photographer's action as she begins to move her head up and down, taking more and more of Bison's cock into her mouth with each move down. All the while, she sucked and swallowed, skilled tongue sliding and flicking across the heated, hot flesh. She was rather hungry after being forced to wait, after all...
Though when he sees who it is that's been made to wait for him, a smirk of his one crosses handsome (and maybe even devilish) features. As he steps further in, a smaller man with a camera follows.
"I hope you don't mind the extra company, my dear. They won't touch, I assure you."
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"A figure that begs to be ravished, if ever there were one."
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For all the firm squeezes and the deep kiss he was giving her, that strong hand starts to slide over her ass and the lace of her panties with a sort of finesse very few may have used in this situation.
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Then he cups it, giving it a good squeeze before sliding his hand back up and repeating the motion again.
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That and he wanted her to take in every bit of skin that was revealed by her hands.
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"So go on, my dear. Get your treat."
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Bayonetta just grinned up at Bison, hands already undoing his pants. Once she pulls everything down, his erection freed, Bayonetta wraps a slender hand around the base, bathing the head with her tongue before trapping it between her lips.
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There's a pause in the sound of snapping as the photographer watches for a moment before clearing his throat and continuing to take pictures of the pair.
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