You stealthily navigate the complex network of dusty air ducts, frequently checking your communicator for any updates on Shego’s whereabouts. As you inch closer and closer to your target, a single red dot flickers into view on the building's map, confirming your suspicions: Shego was indeed here, scouring the high-tech facility for valuable parts on Dr. Drakken's behalf.
With renewed determination, you press forward, careful not to make a sound as you approach the villainess. But fate had other plans; in one crucial moment, the thin metal of the air duct gives way beneath your weight with an ear-splitting creak. You plummet to the ground below, landing face first in a graceless heap.
Swearing under your breath, you clamber back onto your feet and dust yourself off – only to find yourself staring straight into Shego’s amused gaze. Look who just dropped in. She raises her hand gracefully as a burst of green flames engulfs it. You should really work on your grand entrances, hero.
"Yeah, well you should work on being employed by someone other that the world's dumbest criminal!" I retort. I move to take a fighting stance, knocking over a canister of weaponized aerosol aphrodisiacs.
"Oh ho! What do we have here?" she says, picking up the canister and shaking it before examining the label curiously. "Well now, this could be... useful." With a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, she tosses the can to you. "Here, hero boy. You look like you could use a little help."
As she tosses it, the can erupts. We are both dosed with a powerful aphrodisiac.
Her shoulders slump as she watches the formula work its magic on you; your eyes grow wide with desire, your breath coming faster, your body tensing in ways that she knows all too well. It was supposed to weaken you... not arouse you. Well, maybe this will be more entertaining than she'd first thought. "Well now," she says, her grin turning into a smirk as she sizes you up, "I guess I'll have to take that 'hero boy' thing back."
"Maybe the 'boy' part..." I growl, unzipping my pants and freeing my massive 15 inch and incredibly thick cock.
Her eyes widen as she takes in the imposing display of your erection; it's larger than anything she'd expected, and even though she knew you were no match for her in a fair fight, the sight makes her heart race just a little faster. She has to admit, this was... unexpected. "I see," she says with a sultry chuckle, running her fingers through her hair casually. "Well then, I suppose I could make an exception." With that, she closes the distance between you and uses one hand to grab your shirt and yank it roughly over your head, revealing your now-naked upper body.
Her other hand lashes out, aiming for your exposed chest as a burst of green energy explodes from her palm. The impact sends shockwaves through your body, making you cry out in pleasure; despite its power, the attack wasn't meant to hurt or subdue, but to excite and arouse further. Her clawed gloves dance around you like feathers as she teases you with light taps here and there, alternating between irritation and sensual caresses. "Tell me," she purrs into your ear, her breath sending shivers down your spine, "do you like this?"
I growl, claiming her lips with a brutal kiss. "I'm going to enjoy fucking you more..." I rip open her catsuit's crotch, fingering her clit roughly.
Her breath catches in her throat as you tear through her undergarments and expose her sensitive flesh to your rough touch. The sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to focus on the fight; all she can think about is how much she wants this. She gasps into your mouth, hands gripping tightly to your shoulders as you force your way deeper between her legs.
As if in retaliation, one of her clawed gloves lashes out, its energy igniting a trail of sparks across the floor as it slams into your hip. The blow is more irritating than anything else; she knows full well that you can take it easily enough. But then, she doesn't really want to hurt you right now. No, not when you're playing her game so perfectly. "That," she whispers hoarsely, "is for touching what's mine." Her other hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer as her hips begin to grind against yours in a hungry dance of desire.
I slam my cock deep into her wet cunt. "You're all mine now..."
Shego gasps as you fill her up, the intense sensation triggering an uncontrollable shudder through her body. Her hands tighten their grip on your shoulders, nails digging in painfully as she arches her back and meets your thrusts with hungry moans of pleasure. "Maybe..." she pants, eyes drifting shut as the world narrows down to nothing but the feel of you inside her and the taste of desire in the air. Her other hand continues to flicker and dance around you, sending sparks and tendrils of energy dancing across your skin in a display meant more to tease than to harm. "Maybe..." she repeats, voice growing hoarse with need, "...you could earn it."
As she speaks, her hips begin to move faster, grinding against yours in a brutal rhythm that's as much about dominance as it is about release. Her hands press harder into your shoulders as she uses you for leverage, moaning deeply with every thrust that pushes you deeper inside her. She knows this isn't fair; even now, while she's distracted and turned on by the fight and the game they're playing, she's still stronger than you. But maybe... just maybe... tonight could be different. Maybe tonight, she could actually lose. And if that happened? Well, there were always more villains for her to beat tomorrow.
I pin your hands above your head, pushing you against the wall so I can thrust harder into you. My mouth assaults yours with eagerness.
Her eyes widen slightly as she feels your hands pinning hers against the wall; despite being far stronger than you, she allows it for now, using her legs to keep pace with your thrusts and your lips to battle for dominance over yours. Her tongue darts out to dance with yours, her hands useless against your grip but still able to find ways to stroke your back and shoulders in silent taunts and challenges.
Her moans grow louder as you push deeper inside her, the sensation driving her wild with need; her body tenses, ready to explode at any moment now. But even as she nears climax, a part of her can't help but wonder if you could truly win... if there was anyone in this world that could best her without cheating or using magic. A quiet laugh escapes her lips as their tongues slide against each other; the thought is ludicrous, but strangely arousing. "You know," she gasps between kisses, "I don't think I've ever been truly... defeated." Her hips arch into yours, urging you onward, her body shuddering and tensing in anticipation of release. "Wouldn't that be something?"
I lightly bite your earlobe. "If I defeat you, do I get to keep you? Your cunt is the best fuckhole..."
Her words are slurred as she moans into your ear at your touch; it feels so good to have you inside her, moving against her like this. Part of her can't believe that she's enjoying herself this much, letting someone like you... no, not just anyone... but the likes of HIM defeat her, claim her as his prize. It doesn't make sense, but then again, nothing about tonight has made sense so far. "Maybe..." she pants, arching her back in pleasure as another orgasm begins to build deep inside her. "Maybe... you could have me." Her other hand snakes down between your bodies, brushing against the sensitive flesh at the base of your shaft before wrapping around it in a surprisingly tender grip. "But only if you really earn it," she whispers, voice husky with desire as her hips begin to move even faster, driving you deeper still. "You'll have to fight... for every last inch." And as she speaks these words, her body tenses and convulses around yours, her orgasm crashing over both of you like a wave, pure ecstasy washing through her from head to toe as she comes apart in your arms.
Her grip on your shaft tightens almost painfully, milking your erection until you're left trembling and spent against her, exhausted but somehow still managing to stand upright. Finally, with one last moan of satisfaction, she collapses limply to the floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she gazes up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "Well," she murmurs softly, a small smile curving her lips, "I suppose we should get back to work now." Her hand gently guides you out of her, letting your spent cock
I lightly bite your earlobe. "If I defeat you, do I get to keep you? Your cunt is the best fuckhole..."
Her words are slurred as she moans into your ear at your touch; it feels so good to have you inside her, moving against her like this. Part of her can't believe that she's enjoying herself this much, letting someone like you... no, not just anyone... but the likes of HIM defeat her, claim her as his prize. It doesn't make sense, but then again, nothing about tonight has made sense so far. "Maybe..." she pants, arching her back in pleasure as another orgasm begins to build deep inside her. "Maybe... you could have me." Her other hand snakes down between your bodies, brushing against the sensitive flesh at the base of your shaft before wrapping around it in a surprisingly tender grip. "But only if you really earn it," she whispers, voice husky with desire as her hips begin to move even faster, driving you deeper still. "You'll have to fight... for every last inch." And as she speaks these words, her body tenses and convulses around yours, her orgasm crashing over both of you like a wave, pure ecstasy washing through her from head to toe as she comes apart in your arms.
Her grip on your shaft tightens almost painfully, milking your erection until you're left trembling and spent against her, exhausted but somehow still managing to stand upright. Finally, with one last moan of satisfaction, she collapses limply to the floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she gazes up at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "Well," she murmurs softly, a small smile curving her lips, "I suppose we should get back to work now." Her hand gently guides you out of her, letting your spent cock
I smile, pushing my cock back into you hard. "Oh... I'm not done with you yet."
Her eyes widen in surprise as you push your now-softening member back inside her; it shouldn't be possible for him to get hard again so soon... but somehow, here he is. A shiver of excitement runs down her spine at the thought of where this could lead. "Well then," she murmurs huskily, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and drawing you close, "let's see if you can manage another victory." Her free hand finds its way between your bodies once more, teasing and stroking as it guides you inside her with expert precision.
She tilts her head back, eyes closed, as she focuses on the sensations coursing through her; despite her earlier comments, part of her wants this to happen... wants someone to best her at her own game. A tiny thrill runs down her spine at the thought of losing, even if it's only a temporary loss; there are always other villains for her to fight tomorrow. But for tonight... for just one night... she'll play along. Maybe it'll be fun, after all.
Her hips begin to move against yours once more, grinding and thrusting in a rhythm that's part pleasure, part challenge. She watches you through half-lidded eyes as your body responds to her touch, slowly growing harder and faster inside her; it's an almost magical transformation, like watching a caterpillar become a butterfly. "You know," she breathes, fingers curling around your length possessively, "you might be right... you could have me."
I stroke your clit. "Babe... when I'm done with you, you're going to be overflowing with my cum."
A shiver runs down her spine at the thought; her body tenses in anticipation of what he might do to her... how much pleasure she could feel from him. Her fingers dig deeper, curling harder around his length as she arches her back and meets his thrusts with equal force. "I think I'm ready for that," she pants, the words coming out rough and hoarse as she lets herself go completely, giving in to the pleasure and the desire that coursing through her veins like wildfire.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels her own orgasm building once more; it starts deep within her core, a warmth spreading outward from where he touches her most intimately. It rises, gathering speed and power, threatening to consume her from the inside out. She moans his name as it crashes over her, her body arching off the floor as she's wracked with wave after wave of ecstasy that seems to last forever.
Finally, when it subsides, leaving her limp and spent against him, she opens her eyes and looks up at him with a satisfied smile. "Well," she whispers hoarsely, gently pushing his sweat-slick form away from hers, "I guess I have to admit defeat." She rolls off the floor, landing in an elegant crouch as if nothing had happened. But something has changed between them; there's a connection now, a thread of understanding and desire that wasn't there before. And though she knows they'll probably never see each other again after tonight, she can't help but feel a twinge of regret.
Maybe... just maybe... they should play this game again sometime.
I push you to your knees, pushing my cock into your mouth.
Her eyes widen as you force her down onto her knees; she expected this... but not so soon. Still, she doesn't protest as your engorged length slides between her lips, filling her mouth with the salty taste of him. Her hands clutch at his hips possessively, guiding him deeper into her throat as she begins to bob her head up and down in rhythm with his thrusts, taking him as deep as she can manage without choking.
Her breath comes ragged and heavy through her nose as you push past her defenses, stroking her senses in a way that's both familiar and foreign; this feels wrong somehow, degrading... but there's also an undeniable thrill running down her spine at the thought of being so close to him. So intimately connected. Her lips curve into a Cheshire grin as she tastes your cum begin to flow, mixing with her saliva and coating the back of her throat like silk.
With a final shuddering thrust that nearly chokes her, you fill her mouth with hot sticky seed; Shego swallows around it greedily, milkshake mouthed as she savors the taste on her tongue. Only when you're finished do you let her come up for air, stepping back and zipping yourself up again.
She blinks at you through hooded eyes, feeling oddly bereft now that he's no longer inside her; it hadn't been about the act of giving him head... or even using her body to win a game... but more about being close to him, feeling him move against her. Even if they never saw each other again after tonight, she wouldn't forget this.
Her voice comes out husky and rough as she clears her throat. "So
I scoop you into my arms, starting to carry you out of the base. "I told you I was keeping you..."
Her eyes widen with surprise as you scoop her up into your arms; it feels... nice to be held by someone so strong, despite the fact that he shouldn't be this strong at all. "Oh," she says with a small blush, leaning back against your chest and wrapping one arm around your shoulders in what could almost pass for an affectionate gesture. "Well then... I suppose I should keep my word as well." A sly smile curls her lips. "And you said I could have you... so where to?"
Her heart skips a beat at the thought of where this could lead; even though she knows it's just a game, a silly little wager, there's still a part of her that wants to see where things go from here. Maybe, just maybe, they can find something real and lasting together... or at least have one hell of an adventure trying.