Relief
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By: Vema
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Author's Note: Up front, I just want to say that this sort of scenario pre-movie is not a super-realistic thing, but this idea came out of my sex-crazed mind. It just seems natural to me that something like this COULD have happened at some point. :) Anyway, I'm working sequel that I will post if interest is high enough. Hope you enjoy this smutty, plotless drivel!
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Where was Metro Man?
Roxanne groaned in discomfort as she tried to keep her legs together and find a comfortable position on the seat she was currently tied to, but she had exhausted all her options hours ago. It had never taken him so long to find her, no matter where Megamind had taken her. With her arms secured behind her, and her ankles fastened together at the abnormally high crossbeam of the chair, she felt her backside starting to numb, and her inner thighs aching from trying to maintain a modicum of decency, as well as her ankles burning from supporting the weight of her legs. Sometimes she hated it when he inconvenienced her like this.
Since her feet were not actually touching the ground, giving in to the urge to let her legs fall apart would give anyone in the room an interesting view, but her modesty was going to give out soon, right after her muscles did. The reporter made a mental note to start wearing more pantsuits in lieu of the fashionable short skirts she had a penchant for.
Looking up, she saw the evil genius before her, staring morosely out the window. She wasn't frightened of him any longer; she knew he wouldn't hurt her really, and he had already tried to sneakily send some of his brainbots into the street to give his nemesis a better idea of where he was hiding, apparently bored. He'd also sent Minion for some pizza after politely inquiring as to her favorite toppings. He had been staring blankly like that ever since.
"Oh, I give up," she growled loudly, finally giving in and letting her knees fall toward either armrest on her current seat. The relief was so immediate and intense that she gave a little whimper before glaring at Megamind. "Was this some sort of plan? Tie me up in the worst possible position until my legs hurt so much you get to see the goods?"
The evil genius stared at her in shock for a moment, looking back and forth between her face and her lace-covered mound, now exposed by her change in position. "I- excuse me?"
"I can't sit like this anymore!" she stated emphatically, wincing as feeling rushed back to her abused flesh. "So either turn around or untie me!"
"Oh, your- your legs hurt," Megamind stuttered, looking flustered. "Of course. My sincerest apologies Miss Ritchie. Here, just hold still for a moment..."
Her heart jumped suddenly as he knelt before her, mistaking his intentions for a moment. Instead of protesting, which should have been her first impulse, Roxanne felt her pulse speed and her traitorous skin turning bright pink, a rush of heat between her legs. "What are you-" she squealed when she finally found her voice, but before she could finish her sentence it was obvious he was only untying her ankles.
He looked up from the first untied knot, puzzled for a moment. Taking in her heavy breathing and the rosy flush on her cheeks and chest, his face registered surprise. Then, in an instant, a mischievous smile graced his azure features, his eyebrows narrowing. "Here, is this better?" he drawled, loosening her left foot and securing it to the corresponding leg of her seat, allowing her appendage to touch the ground.
"Yes," she answered haughtily, trying to regain her composure. Despite the expression on his face, she hoped he had missed her moment of confused excitement.
"Ah, here we are," he drawled again, repeating the motion with her right foot.
"Hold on," she protested, realizing that the way he now had her secured would leave her legs spread even further apart. "This isn't what I meant!"
Her blush returned tenfold as his gloved fingers slid up the inside of her calf, stopping just at the bottom of her thigh. "This position hasn't eased your ...discomfort, Miss Ritchie?"
The tone of his voice was more seductive than she had ever thought to hear from him. "No, it feels better, just-"
"What else can I do to make you feel better?"
The cool feeling of his hand gliding up her leg was quickly short circuiting her brain. She held back another whimper as he stood and circled her, switching to trailing his hand up her arm and placing both palms lightly on her shoulders as he came to rest behind her. "I don't know if this is a good idea," she said uncertainly, hoping he wouldn't notice her body urging him onwards. There had always been something about the super villain that she felt drawing her in, but it was easy to ignore when all he wanted was to use her to get to Metro Man, when he was the kind of man she could never be involved with. Now, however, his thumbs stroking her shoulders were sending tingles all over her body, his lips lightly sucking the nape of her neck turning her to jelly.
"I can tell you like it," he whispered in her ear, letting his hands stroke a little further down her chest, slipping inside the collar of her button-down blouse. "You thought I was going to use my mouth on you, didn't you? Miss Ritchie, I had no idea..."
"Wait-" she began, but her complaint died on a moan as both his palms slipped inside the cups of her bra at the same time, and her head fell back onto his chest, turning to nuzzle into his blue neck. His fingers quickly found the tightened nubs on her chest, and she was fighting against the restraints, but whether it was to get away or press closer she no longer knew. "Oh, God!"
"There you are," the alien whispered encouragingly, watching her with hunger in his eyes as his deep voice caressed her ear, lightly pinching the hardened pebbles under his fingers. "So pretty, so sweet, so...responsive..." He kissed her cheek, her jaw, her neck, as his fingers retreated to unbutton her top, spreading it open to reveal her lacy white bra.
Pleasure had her too far gone to question him anymore as he unhooked the front clasp to expose her chest completely, the cool air causing her nipples to strain ever further. "Never have a seen such beauty," she heard him say reverently, the sound shooting straight to her core. "You are a goddess." He left a few more kisses on her neck and shoulders before coming around to her front for a better view.
Everything was suddenly real and scary now that she could see him again. What was she doing, sitting here, tied up and half naked, where Metro Man could burst through the wall at any time and find her like this?
That thought was more arousing than it should have been.
He knelt between her legs, slowly removing his gloves, but as he looked at her face he paused. She must have had a strange look because the confident, seductive super villain was suddenly replaced with an sweet, unsure schoolboy full of wide eyed concern. "I haven't hurt- I won't, I'll stop, if you don't want-"
This was why she was so ill-advisedly attracted to him; it was easy to see how he might not really be bad, was only playing at evil. Who had he ever really harmed? Here she was, at his mercy, and he wouldn't take advantage of her unless she sought it, too. "No, don't stop," she whispered, her voice sounding strange to her ears.
Megamind's face fell back into long lines of sinister intent, his bare hands bunching her skirt up around her hips, his delicate fingers actually ripping her lace of her panties off her legs and flinging them to the floor. Urging her forward, he wrapped one arm around her waist and sucked a nipple between his lips, groaning as two of the fingers of his other hand pushed inside her slick depths.
Arching, the reporter resumed pulling on her bindings, trying to spread her legs further to grant him better access. She threw her head back and whimpered as his digits invaded her, long and smooth and sure, thrusting hard and fast. "So wet," he whispered into her skin. "You love being under my power, helpless to stop me..."
And, fuck, Roxanne did love it right now. His thumb was circling her clit, and her legs were shaking as he curled his fingers and dragged them out again. She was going to lose it any second.
She adored it.
She opened her eyes and found Megamind's face hovering before her, watching her flushed cheeks and panting mouth. It was easy to get lost in those emerald eyes. "Come for me," he said darkly.
It was almost an order, which she didn't like, but she was defenseless against it. Her head tilted back and she wailed, actually wailed, his name as she came harder than she ever had in her life. She shuddered and thrust against him, liquid dribbling out of her and running down his arm as sharp spikes of pleasure shot through her over and over again. It entered her brain then, somewhat ridiculously, that she would never be able to come like this for any other man, only for him...
"Oh, oh," she murmured senselessly as she came down, feeling him move over her. Before she had fully recovered, he had positioned himself and was thrusting himself inside her willing flesh.
She gasped and looked up, wishing her arms were free so she could hold him against her. Her body was responding easily now, but she wasn't surprised since her second orgasm was usually faster than the first. He held himself up on one arm and used the other to pull her to him."Harder," she begged, leaning her face up so she could kiss his jaw, using her only outlet. "Faster, please...!"
It was over quickly after that. He obliged, and she cried as she shattered around his manhood before collapsing completely and allowing him to have his way with her. He held her close as he rapidly followed minutes later, burying his face where her neck and shoulder met. "You feel so good," he groaned, just before he lost complete control of his sensibilities and growled, filling her up with his essence.
She tried to help him calm down, but he took over that as well, placing tiny kisses over her cheeks and forehead, but never a proper kiss on the lips. That was too intimate, too scary. Just as they were beginning to regain themselves, feeling a bit awkward, a brainbot flew into the room and made some strange, low barking noises.
"Oh, ah, oh my goodness," Megamind said, frantically standing up and rearranging his pants. "Get dressed!"
"'Get dressed'?" she asked sarcastically.
"Here!" He used his blaster to free her from the chair. "Metro Mahn will be on his way shortly!"
With a horrified squeak, Roxanne hopped up off the sticky seat, embarrassed that she had been do excited as to leave a puddle in the chair, and shimmied her skirt back down, hastily fastening her bra and buttoning her blouse. The super villain picked up the ripped underwear on the ground and stuffed it in his pocket before shoving his hands into his gloves.
Just as Roxanne was trying to slick back her hair, the wall behind her exploded and the hero of Metro City flew beside her. "Oh! Wayne!" she said, a little too pleasantly. "How are you?"
"How... am I?" Metro Man looked her up and down. "Shouldn't I be asking you that? ...Megamind!" He said this last dramatically as he caught sight of his nemesis, rushing over to pick him up by his collar.
"Leave him alone!" Roxanne squealed.
"Huh?" The larger man set him back down and looked to his friend, confusion written across his face. "Look, I thought... I mean, weren't you kidnapped?"
"What? No, no, no, no, no!" Megamind exclaimed, searching around for an explanation as he waved his gloved hands in denial. "No. ...No! We were... we were...
"We were, uh..." chimed in Roxanne, gesturing as she stared into those green eyes again, frantic to find an excuse.
"PIZZA'S HERE! Sorry I was late, but- AAHHH!" Minion stopped dead, recoiling from the scene before him. "Sir! It's Metro Man, Sir!"
"Yes! I'm sorry, Minion, the jeeg is up!" The blue villain strode confidently to the fish, taking the pizza, clearly having formed a plan. "You see, Metro Man has found out about our meeting after all."
"But you came on television and said you'd kidnapped her," argued Metro Man.
"Well, yes," he said, still sounding sure of himself. "We didn't want you to find out, you see. She is interviewing me, and we were... concerned that you wouldn't look too kindly on that."
"That's it!" Roxanne said, sounding relieved. "I'm so sorry, Wayne, but I just didn't want you to know! I should have trusted you."
"Oh." He looked like he was buying it. "But where is Hal?"
"It's for a written piece I thought I'd try out!" The reporter invented wildly. "Megamind was being a kind host and got us pizza since I was hungry. I'm just so sorry, I should have told you!"
"Well, that's... that's all right," the hero said. "Just tell me next time. No harm done, really."
"Did you get everything you needed?" Megamind asked solicitously, taking her hand and leading her to the door.
"Oh, yes." Winking at him, she let her fingers linger for a moment. "Maybe we could work on a follow up article next week though?"
"Certainly," he said, bowing them out with a small grin. "Anything for you, Miss Ritchie."
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~Fin