Chapter Eight
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My laptop is fixed! YAY! Now I can write faster and respond to more reviews!
Mimm, I know! I really love to play around with Megamind tinkering with different things, and the microwave was irresistible. AnimeFreakKatie, I'm so glad you're enjoying the story! Pasty Face, I know how you feel. That chapter rubbed me the wrong way too, and I'm the one who wrote it. *sigh*
To make up for all the no-sex in the last chapter, here's a chapter that's got lots of sex right at the start! Lots of anal in this one, as a warning in case that squicks anyone. Thank you so much for reading, everyone, and don't forget to review. It gives me the motivation to go on. :)
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Roxanne couldn't believe she had agreed to his idea, but it had seemed like Megamind had just wanted it so much, she'd had no choice. Despite how enthusiastic he was during their encounters, she could tell he was fairly inexperienced in the bedroom, had probably never had a chance to experiment. She was happy to give that chance to him now, especially with all the positive results coming from previous experiments. He'd admitted to never having gone down on a woman before, and even with a little fumbling the first time, he had become without a doubt the best she'd ever had. It wasn't only that either, it was anything he set his mind to; that beautiful brain of his was to thank for that, and thankful she was.
Still, she harbored some insecurities. It was natural, of course, for any woman to have bits they didn't like on their bodies. She knew her hips were massive, her thighs sizeable, and her rear was generous to the point of excess. As much as he seemed to like these parts of her, she couldn't help but feel he must be overstating things, trying to make her feel better when he really was put off by them. Now, bent at the waist, arms tied in front of her in a mimicry of their second time together, her misgivings were returning. His warm breath was ghosting over the curve where thigh met hip, his teeth lightly biting. She pulled on his comforter a bit, wishing she had something to do with her fingers. "I'm suddenly not sure about this," she said, gasping as she felt his warm tongue sliding between her cheeks.
His voice was soothing, muffled by her skin. "You liked my fingers, didn't you? It's not that much bigger than three of them at once." He spread her open with his hands, tongue finding the tight, hidden ring, and was rewarded with a quiet groan.
It wouldn't be honest to say that the thought didn't turn her on a little...or a lot. She fought to relax, reminding herself he was doing this because he wanted it, and she had washed up beforehand, so there was no reason to be afraid. She felt a rush of heat between her legs as his mouth continued its work, tongue dipping inside as he made little pleased noises. "I just didn't think... oh... you don't really like that, do you?" she asked breathlessly. She leaned more of her weight on the raised bed in his chambers, whimpering as she tried to open herself more to him, enjoying the sensation.
"What is there not to like?" As he dragged the moist surface over the puckered opening, he moaned like it was the most enjoyable treat he'd ever sampled, the little hairs on his chin tickling below. "There is no part of you that isn't heavenly to taste." She groaned, bowing her back so she could press against his lovely, talented mouth as he continued. "I can tell you want it, Roxanne."
"I do," she agreed readily, pausing to groan as his tongue stretched her open again. "I just don't want you to do something you aren't enjoying, too," she whined.
"Oh, I'm enjoying it," he smirked and continued his skillful attentions. As he worked, he was getting better and better at drawing little noises from her, cataloguing what she liked and what she didn't.
That brain, watching for my reactions, she thought through the haze of lust, sobbing as his fingers inched forward and stroked her swollen bud. It was easy to give in, and in moments she convulsed with a sudden crest. He worked her gently through, moving down to lap up the slippery drops running down her inner thighs as her body gave in to pleasure. "That was gorgeous..." he sighed, watching her body tremble.
After her spasms had stopped, she felt something cool dribbling onto her, but had lost the will to protest. His fingers slid through the lubricant and two pushed into her with barely any resistance. She just twitched for a second before her body gave in to the intrusion. "Was that the plan?" she said breathlessly.
"You are always more pliable when you've climaxed at least once, sweetness," he explained, and Roxanne could imagine the look on his face; one brow raised slightly, eyes half lidded, a satisfied smirk. Once, it might have irritated her. Now she thought it was endearing. His digits began moving, his free hand stroking any bit of skin it could find, up her back, down her thighs, over her hip. In no time at all he was pushing in a third.
"Mmmm..." It hurt a little again, but not terribly. And listening to Megamind's breathing coming faster made it worth it. She concentrated on relaxing onto him, and they sank in a little deeper, causing her to groan loudly.
"See? The lady doth protest too much," he said, a little smug. He didn't understand why she was always so hesitant to let him see or touch her backside; it made no sense to him. He loved the generous twin swells, the thick flesh he could squeeze to his hearts content. And preparing her was making him exceedingly eager to get on with the main event. Still, he stretched her carefully, wanting her to enjoy herself. It had taken a while to talk her into letting him try this, and he didn't think he'd get a repeat if he wasn't very careful.
He hadn't really needed to restrain her, but the look of her stretched across his bed, at his mercy, was such a turn on he couldn't help it. Sometimes he worried that she wouldn't appreciate his love of bondage, but so far she hadn't complained. He secretly hoped she liked it too. And he was sure they both understood the game; she was under his power as long as she wanted, but he wouldn't hesitate to let her up if she were to express displeasure. It was really the other way around.
Finally deciding she was loose enough, he pulled his fingers out and squirted some lube on his hand, slicking up his shaft. Thankfully, he wasn't wearing any clothing this time, having the forethought to remove it. She had protested that a little; it seemed she liked for him to take her while he wore his costume, the vixen. "Try not to tense up, I understand that makes it hurt more," he informed her as he positioned himself.
It may not have been that much bigger than three fingers, but it felt that way. She concentrated on accepting his length as he pushed inside her, clutching at the chains around her wrists. It took a while before he stopped moving, finally fully inside her and giving her some time to adjust. "Is it okay?" he ground out through clenched teeth.
"Yeah, just... just a second..." It was already starting to subside, and it really helped to have his hands gently rubbing her back, eagerness belied by the slight tremor in them. "You feel a million times bigger than three fingers," she admitted, willing her body to acclimate faster.
"Why, thank you," he joked. He looked down, staring in fascination at her anus stretched obscenely around his manhood, pink around blue, completely enraptured. "God, this is so fucking hot," he groaned, squeezing her round cheeks with his hands, "You're so amazing, Roxanne." He moved an inch backward and then forward again, watching her for signs of discomfort. He leaned forward, his graceful fingers slipping between her and the mattress to tweak a nipple. "Tell me this is okay. I so don't want to stop."
"Oh, yeah, it's great." It surprised her that she did seem to like it so much. It hurt, but sort of in a good way now, especially as his hands began to tease her again. And if there was one thing she could trust Megamind to do, it was take care of her first, a rare quality in a bed partner. "Just keep touching me," she begged, crying out as she bucked against the fingers finding her core again.
Her body was torn between pushing forward into his hand or backward onto his cock, alternating both until his frantic pounding made the decision for her. She cried out with each vicious thrust, mewling as his fingers swirled around her super sensitive center, and she shuddered again, muscles clenching around the welcome intrusion. "Megamind!" she cried, but he didn't stop, could tell she had more to give.
His voice was low and deep in her ear, but breathless too. "Want to see how many times I can make you come with my cock in your ass? I know I would."
"GOD, yes!"
Later, Roxanne never knew how long he had her at his mercy exactly. He kept up his dirty narration, telling her how beautiful she was, letting him do as he pleased with her like a good girl, and it all spiraled into one long eternity of sensual pleasures. She lay spent under him as he thrust more erratically. "So good... Roxanne... so tight... fuck..." he growled, losing the ability to speak in coherent sentences as he approached his orgasm. With a finally exclamation, he spurted his essence into her, letting her body draw the ecstasy out of him. He leaned his considerable forehead onto her back as his shaft twitched a few more times inside her, running his hands through the sweat on her skin lovingly. "Oh... that was wonderful... How are you, my love?"
"Good, but exhausted," she breathed wearily, listening to his his self-satisfied chuckle as he moved to pull out of her. "And sore," she amended.
"Not too sore, I hope?" he asked anxiously, worried he had overtaxed her. A quick examination showed no damage, so he kissed her hip and came around to undo the chains on her wrists. "You were magnificent, by the way," he gushed, helping her onto his bed. "Just a moment..." He rushed into the bathroom, and she heard the telltale sounds of him brushing his teeth. When he came back, he lay beside her on the bed and his arms pulled her head to his chest as he held her tenderly, her own finding his skinny waist. "You are the most incredible woman in all the world."
"Don't you forget it," she sighed into his neck, kissing away a droplet of sweat that still sat there.
They lay in silence for a few minutes, heart beats returning to normal. As they cooled down, Roxanne shivered with the chill in the air around them. His bedroom was just another giant, carpetless warehouse space that had been cordoned off by the addition of walls, and there was still a distinct cool dampness to it. She pulled the comforter up over them and snuggled closer to him. Something she had been wondering about suddenly popped into her head. "What's the deal with this multiple orgasms thing with you?" she asked suddenly, meeting his green gaze. "I don't have to do that every time, you know."
"You most certainly do!" he argued, affronted.
Now she was really curious. "Why?"
He was giving her his most exasperated look. "Well, isn't it obvious?"
"No, it isn't, Megamind." Now she was annoyed. He was acting like she was a moron. She pulled back from him slightly. "That's why I'm asking you."
Now he seemed a bit abashed, eyes looking anywhere but at her. "Well.. I just... I want to keep you satisfied, is all."
"Are you blushing?"
"Of course not!" he snapped, pulling away completely to cross his arms over his chest. "The Master of all Villainy does not blush!"
At his clearly defensive gesture, Roxanne smiled gently, coming forward and running her fingertips over his cranium, leaning her forehead against his. "It's all right. I'm certainly not complaining," she clarified. "I really like that you want me to enjoy things as much as you do. I was just curious. Won't you tell me?"
His eyes closed at the contact, and he melted into her again, as she knew he would. He huffed out a sigh. "Sometimes I think you might be even more e-vil than I am. All right then. I do it because I want to make sure you... you don't regret our time together."
This was not at all what she had expected to hear, but she controlled her reaction, continuing her feathery stroking of his head. "What would make you think that I could ever regret us?"
"Well... Look at you. And look..." ...at me. He was sure he didn't have to voice that last part, it could be left unspoken. "I'm surprised you even agreed to continue the trial against Hal, when everyone will find out."
"Oh, honey." Her heart hurt as she looked at his vulnerable face. "That's not... that's not what I meant when I said I didn't want people to know before. I've never been put off by your looks. Never, ever. You're so handsome; your beautiful eyes, your cheekbones, your adorable goatee. Even before all this, I thought so."
His eyes were softening even more as he took in her words. "And my big blue head?"
"That, too," she agreed, eyes sparkling. "I was never worried about your looks. I just... didn't feel like I could get involved with a bad guy, is all. I'm afraid people will think I'm brainwashed, or worse, because of our past. But I don't care about that anymore." She kissed him lightly on the brow. "You've got me for keeps, baby."
Megamind looked into her eyes as she backed away, knowing her words weren't entirely true, his mind whirling through information at a lightning pace. He would do anything, give anything, to keep her, but she wouldn't ever ask him for what she really wanted. Only an idiot wouldn't know what that was, despite her attempts to hide it. Or maybe he knew because she tried so hard to hide it. "Roxanne?" he said tentatively.
"Yes?"
His next words were quiet, much more serious than he ever was. "What if... What if I resigned from villainy?"
There was a pregnant pause while she absorbed his soft words. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, there's no reason I have to ...be quite so e-vil. On the outside, anyway," he deflected. "I could maintain my image, of course. Leather, spikes, brainbots... but, maybe stop provoking Metro Mahn quite so much. And continue to indulge myself in the occasional "
"You don't have to do that," she said hastily.
"Of course I don't. I don't have to do anything." He put on a haughty affectation, raising one eyebrow. "I simply do what I please. And pleasing you... pleases me."
"You please me most of the time nowadays," she said suggestively, running her finger down his smooth chest.
He captured her hand and kissed her fingertips, looking very serious. "That's the most important thing in my life now, my love. I'll talk to Metro Mahn. Tomorrow. He'll be at your lawyers office too, correct?"
"Yes, but-"
"Then it's settled!" He kissed her soundly, rolling so he was above her before excitedly announcing, "I'm going to hop in the shower for a moment, and then, dinner!"
She giggled as he bounded out of bed, eagerly taking in his tight behind as he dashed away. She really was very lucky.
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Wayne looked from Megamind to Roxanne over and over in disbelief as they sat together in Bob Truman's waiting room. He hadn't said a single word since Megamind finished proposing and truce, and it had been several minutes. Roxanne was becoming worried. Megamind, on the other hand, smirked. "I guess it's taking his tiny cerebrum a while to assimilate my request."
The hero didn't acknowledge the insult, turning to Roxanne instead, eyes wide with shock. "Roxy. My god. You've turned him good using only the power of your-"
"Watch it," she growled, narrowing her eyes.
"Besides, I'd hardly call myself 'good'," the blue man said, rolling his eyes. "Let's say... less inclined to act on my evil instincts. Motivated by a need to stay out of prison and in the arms of the most dazzling, bewitching woman in the whole of the uni-"
"Seriously, Roxy, I'm impressed," Wayne interrupted. "Clearly I went about reforming him the wrong-"
"I am not reformed! And I would never-"
"BOYS!" Her call to conduct was loud in the small, quiet space. "Enough. Look, we're all on the same side now, so let's just cool down and talk about this like rational adults." Both aliens glared at her for a moment, but stayed quiet. "Now, Wayne, will you let bygones be bygones if Megamind promises not to attack you or anyone else?"
"Or any places," he added petulantly.
"Right. No more blatant attacks on anyone or anything," she agreed.
"Without provocation, anyway," Megamind corrected.
Silence reigned again as Wayne considered the proposal. He just couldn't believe that he nemesis would give up his nefarious ways for something as mundane and ordinary as a woman, no matter how beautiful. Maybe it made him a cad, but he was severely jealous now, more than ever before; what was Roxy packing that would make a man change his whole way of life to keep her around? He reminded himself of his date with Cherry that evening, and felt the jealousy subside. Regarding Megamind thoughtfully for a moment more, he said, "Okay. It's a deal. But if you ever hurt her-"
"Yes, yes, we've had that discussion before."
"Miss Ritchie?" came the prim voice of the receptionist. "Mr. Truman will see you now."
"Might as well all go in together, since we're here," she said, standing.
The three of them entered the office together, startling the attorney, who stood and shook hands all around. After the greetings, they all took a seat, and he brought out notebook and pen. "Miss Ritchie, you don't mind these men being present while we discuss your case?"
"No, it's fine," she assured him.
"Very well... let's get started..."
They spent a tense hour going over testimonies and strategies, and Megamind was surprisingly helpful, pointing out weak points and ways to close them. Roxanne felt very grateful to have these three wonderful men on her side, her heart swelling with love for each of them. She found herself listening with self serving interest when Bob asked Wayne about his progress on the dating front.
"Oh... Yeah, I've got a date tonight... so that's all tied up on my end..." He looked uncomfortable, blushing.
"That was quick," Roxanne said in surprise. "I thought you weren't interested in any of your groupies?"
"She's not a groupie. She's..." He didn't feel like explaining his reasoning to anyone, a little embarrassed. "I saved her from an attacker last night, and asked her then." At the sight of the ex-villain rolling his eyes, he heatedly added, "I had to talk her into it. She wasn't interested at first. I'm not abusing my power, despite what you might think."
"You had to talk her into it?" Roxanne asked suspiciously.
"Yeah. She wasn't easily impressed," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Well... good for you, Wayne," she said happily. "Let us know how it goes."
"Yes, please do..." Megamind added gleefully.
"In the meantime, that's all I have," the attorney said, standing to indicate a conclusion to the meeting. "I'll continue to research everything as much as I can, and be in touch. Roxanne, may I speak to you in private?"
"I'll wait outside, darling," Megamind drawled, enjoying the wince on Metro Man's face as he said it.
When they were alone, Bob turned to Roxanne with a serious look. "I need to let you know. The most we can hope for is ten years in prison as a conviction. That would be best case scenario, and even with that he might be eligible for parole earlier."
"I know, Bob, but I can't back down on this."
"You may want to consider moving, keeping your residence private. As private as possible."
"I've... I've already been considering that," she admitted. She didn't offer any more explanation, but he didn't seem to need it as he gave her a look of understanding.
He pulled her into a hug, kissing her cheek as they pulled back. "Just be careful. I don't want to see you hurt."
She nodded. "Thank you so much, Bob. I don't know what I'd do without you."
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TBC...
