Hey All!
Not sure if this un'll be funny or not. Letr's just play it by ear huh? I would like to thank Miranda and Chaotic Boredom (go bebs!) for the inspiration.
Do you think, after seeing the previous two stories, that I own these people? I mean, the death, comign back, rivalries, Rogue desperate for touch. . .never mind.
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Warren smiled at the cute little punk girl in front of him. She had a wave of purple hair cascading sexily over on side of her face. The effect was a little eighties, but it was fun none the less.
Mystique smiled sexily up at the rich man running his hands over her nude thighs. He'd been easy to get in bed. Just a little assurance she found his wings sexy, which was the only non-lie she'd told him, and a few choice drugs in his drink. And suddenly he was falling over himself to strip her and ease his tension. Mystique groaned as he began working his hands down her body. Her fingers were laced in his wings, enjoying the feel of them under her fingers.
Warren grinned at the girl. She had assured him she was over eighteen, so he was legally exempt. He was working her body, making things very enjoyable for her. Risty's hands were giving him a good wing massage as well. It was hard to find a woman who would have sex with a guy who looked like an angel.
Mystique sat up and pushed Warren down, so his shoulders and wings hung over the edge of the bed. He also couldn't see from there. She pulled out a condom and unwrapped it. After making sure her one night stand was occupied with her groin rubbing his gonads lightly, she put a small amount of cyanide, which she had added a powder to to make gel-like, to the rubber, and unrolled it on him, which he found to be
enjoyable. Mystique had to congratulate herself on that point. He would never suspect his end.
Warren grinned at Risty, as she bent down to kiss him. He felt her nude body rubbing against every part of him. Then something happened. His breathing was increasing without any real reason. He'd been breathing heavily before, but now it felt like he was struggling just tog et air. Which he wasn't. His breathing was completely uninhibited.
Mystique smiled and began to slowly guide Warren into her, almost laughing at his surprise as he died. His face was wide eyed, like he couldn't believe that Rosty hadn't noticed.
"Call an ambulance. Can't breathe." Warren said, watchign little spots swim in front of his eyes. Risty laughed, drowning out any further please for help. She was no longer delicately guiding him, but was shoving her hips down on him, almost orgasmic. Not only from the sex, but from the feeling of absoloute power, that a man lay helpless beneath her, unable to get oxygen to his cells because of her cleverness.
Warren lay still. Risty morphed into her actual form, finishing her orgasm. She lay her head down on Warren's still chest, tracing circles around his dead nipples.
"Well, I've had a wonderful night Mister Worthington. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave now."
Raven pulled ehrself off of him, and morphed into another woman. htis one a medium height woman with a supermodel's figure, and light skin and hair. A crisp english accent and a slightly higher voice intoned her next words, as an ugly, evil smile contorted her beautiful face.
"But I want a souvenier."
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Raven hummed to herself, looking over the newest adorenments for her room. The brotherhood house wasn't her only home, oh no. This one was decorated to her tastes. It was pretty tasteful too, with things in jars of formaldehyde the only indication as to what kind of woman occupied the room. Well, formerly.
Raven laid the caterized wings on her bed. They really added to the decor. The white contrasted nicely with her rich purple bedding. Raven lay down in between the wings, running them over her nude body. She wondered what Irene would sa about them.
"I'll just say they're sex toys." Raven said, before laughing wildly at the thought.
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REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Not sure if this un'll be funny or not. Letr's just play it by ear huh? I would like to thank Miranda and Chaotic Boredom (go bebs!) for the inspiration.
Do you think, after seeing the previous two stories, that I own these people? I mean, the death, comign back, rivalries, Rogue desperate for touch. . .never mind.
***
Warren smiled at the cute little punk girl in front of him. She had a wave of purple hair cascading sexily over on side of her face. The effect was a little eighties, but it was fun none the less.
Mystique smiled sexily up at the rich man running his hands over her nude thighs. He'd been easy to get in bed. Just a little assurance she found his wings sexy, which was the only non-lie she'd told him, and a few choice drugs in his drink. And suddenly he was falling over himself to strip her and ease his tension. Mystique groaned as he began working his hands down her body. Her fingers were laced in his wings, enjoying the feel of them under her fingers.
Warren grinned at the girl. She had assured him she was over eighteen, so he was legally exempt. He was working her body, making things very enjoyable for her. Risty's hands were giving him a good wing massage as well. It was hard to find a woman who would have sex with a guy who looked like an angel.
Mystique sat up and pushed Warren down, so his shoulders and wings hung over the edge of the bed. He also couldn't see from there. She pulled out a condom and unwrapped it. After making sure her one night stand was occupied with her groin rubbing his gonads lightly, she put a small amount of cyanide, which she had added a powder to to make gel-like, to the rubber, and unrolled it on him, which he found to be
enjoyable. Mystique had to congratulate herself on that point. He would never suspect his end.
Warren grinned at Risty, as she bent down to kiss him. He felt her nude body rubbing against every part of him. Then something happened. His breathing was increasing without any real reason. He'd been breathing heavily before, but now it felt like he was struggling just tog et air. Which he wasn't. His breathing was completely uninhibited.
Mystique smiled and began to slowly guide Warren into her, almost laughing at his surprise as he died. His face was wide eyed, like he couldn't believe that Rosty hadn't noticed.
"Call an ambulance. Can't breathe." Warren said, watchign little spots swim in front of his eyes. Risty laughed, drowning out any further please for help. She was no longer delicately guiding him, but was shoving her hips down on him, almost orgasmic. Not only from the sex, but from the feeling of absoloute power, that a man lay helpless beneath her, unable to get oxygen to his cells because of her cleverness.
Warren lay still. Risty morphed into her actual form, finishing her orgasm. She lay her head down on Warren's still chest, tracing circles around his dead nipples.
"Well, I've had a wonderful night Mister Worthington. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave now."
Raven pulled ehrself off of him, and morphed into another woman. htis one a medium height woman with a supermodel's figure, and light skin and hair. A crisp english accent and a slightly higher voice intoned her next words, as an ugly, evil smile contorted her beautiful face.
"But I want a souvenier."
---
Raven hummed to herself, looking over the newest adorenments for her room. The brotherhood house wasn't her only home, oh no. This one was decorated to her tastes. It was pretty tasteful too, with things in jars of formaldehyde the only indication as to what kind of woman occupied the room. Well, formerly.
Raven laid the caterized wings on her bed. They really added to the decor. The white contrasted nicely with her rich purple bedding. Raven lay down in between the wings, running them over her nude body. She wondered what Irene would sa about them.
"I'll just say they're sex toys." Raven said, before laughing wildly at the thought.
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REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
