This is a short story written for the Hunk's Corner Drabble Challenge. A word or theme is given to use in a story with a 500 word limit about the Voltron universe.

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No Peeking!

By Shannon (AKA KittyShan, LancesKitten)

Word: Glance

Word Count: 497

Warning: This one has some adult/sexual content!

Voltron: Defender of the Universe

Disclaimers: Voltron and all associated characters are owned and copyrighted by WEP. Original/new characters belong to the author.

Warnings: It's not too late to turn back now... this fic has mature and sexual themes.


NSFW


Part of him knew this wasn't right, hiding in the women's bath house, watching them strip away their clothing and slip into the steaming water. But he didn't really care about right and wrong; the Prince of Doom did as he pleased.

He enjoyed the anonymity, the thrill it gave him. Something about the whole thing, at once, excited and soothed the hunter inside him. Choosing his prey, watching her, stalking her, then claiming her...

Movement at the edge of the pool caught his attention and he returned to making his selection of conquest for the night.

A lavender skinned lass stepped from the water - her face was stunning, but she had a tail and that was a turn off for him. She was followed by a pretty girl with ruby red skin, sadly her breasts were too small for his liking. Finally he noticed an ivory skinned female - this one wasn't pretty, but she had long golden hair and a curvy form - in a dark room with her back to him, he could imagine she was Allura.

He took in a deep and steadying breath, before smiling maliciously. His choice was made.

But then he saw her...

On the far side of the bathing pool, a woman climbed the steps out of the water. Skin the deepest shade of emerald, violet hair falling in ringlets that brushed the top of a beautifully rounded, ample, derrière. His breath caught in his throat at the sight, and he was frozen in place as he watched her long and shapely legs slip from the liquid.

'What do we have here?'

He desperately wanted those graceful legs wrapped around his waist; at the thought he felt himself harden with lust.

'Where has she been hiding?'

The Prince continued to watch, his excitement growing as she turned sideways and stretched; he glimpsed a tiny waist leading up to the largest breasts he'd ever seen. Letting let out a breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding, Lotor licked his lips. As the anticipation built, he didn't think he could stand the tightness in his breeches for much longer. Reaching down, he loosened his zipper; he would pleasure himself now, then take his time with the wench later.

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Across the room, his previously intended conquest watched in amusement. She waved a hand and the illusion of what she'd looked like in her youth fell away. She hadn't always been a twisted old woman.

When he returned his gaze to her form, he suddenly stilled, his member immediately softening and shriveling. Without a care as to who might see him, he fled from the room, shaking and gagging as he rushed to the exit.

'Heh, maybe I've always been twisted, just not old.' Hagar cackled at her own wit and glanced at where the bath house door had just swung closed. Her laughter doubled. 'That's what the turd gets for being a such a creepy pervert!'

End.