DISCLAIMER: This was originally intended as a collaboration years ago, but unfortunately due to time constraints that didn't come to fruition. It is now a single-author work and is comprised solely of content written by myself. (Please don't read the previous pieces and think I am failing to give credit where credit is due!) The film Megamind and all characters therein are the intellectual property of DreamWorks. This fan fiction was written entirely for entertainment purposes, and I in no way profit from it. All original characters in this work are fictional, and similarities to any person or persons are completely unintentional.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Readers will find that the prologue has been removed. (I felt it slowed the beginning of the narrative too much.) It can be found and read as a separate work under the name Decisions. For the sake of clarity, however, some of the content concerning Roxanne's anxieties has been worked into this chapter, so reading the prologue is not particularly necessary.
This is my first attempt writing something even vaguely in the mystery genre, so reviews and feedback would be greatly appreciated! Thank you!
If I should labor through daylight and dark,
Consecrate, valorous, serious, true,
Then on the world I may blazon my mark;
And what if I don't, and what if I do?
—Dorothy Parker
Roxanne Ritchi stared at her reflection without really seeing it.
Tonight. It was going to be tonight. She had waited, fretted, but no more. It had to be tonight.
Perhaps it should have happened sooner, but there was a part of Roxanne that had been affected more than she liked to admit by past disappointments. She liked to describe her approach to relationships as "circumspect" and "judicious," but if she was honest she was, in reality, a coward. Not that she was afraid of Megamind, of course; that would have been ridiculous. Her concerns were harder to define than that. What she feared was, she supposed, perfection, or rather the relentless feeling that anything this perfect had to be inevitably doomed. After all, past experiences with men had all ended in disaster—she was either too aloof or too intense, depending on which of her exes you asked— and it seemed that the better relationships were in the beginning, the more spectacularly they failed in the end. In fact, the reporter had already consigned herself to a single life, throwing herself completely into her work, when along came a certain blue alien. Now, deep down, she was afraid that something would go wrong—especially when their relationship was already complicated by its very nature. Perhaps that was the real heart of the issue: her love affair with Megamind was complex in so many more ways than the expected difficulties entailed in dating any Defender, and some of those issues revolved around things neither she nor her blue boyfriend could control.
Even so, she had made her decision, and she wasn't going to back down. It was going to be tonight.
A knock snapped Roxanne's eyes back into focus, and she frowned at her incomplete makeup. Hurriedly finishing her mascara and applying some russet red, long-wear lipstick, she swept all her cosmetics back into a drawer. An extra spray of perfume for good measure, and that would have to do. Fanning her mouth with her hands to dry the lip color, Roxanne walked briskly through the living room to her apartment's front door.
Megamind was standing in the hall, looking thoughtfully off into the distance as he always did if she left him waiting too long. She supposed it was the double-edge sword of his massive intellect; he was always thinking, always wondering, his thoughts never still. The sound of the door brought him back to attention, and he smiled. She threw her arms around him— their usual greeting— and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
Nerves sang and sparked. She hated that she was as fidgety as a maiden bride. It wasn't that she was inexperienced, and she certainly wasn't bothered by the differences between herself and her alien boyfriend, but… Roxanne worried.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," she smiled again, looking into eyes so green they glowed.
His expression was tender as he turned his gaze down to her's— something that, at only two inches taller than Roxanne, he only managed to do when they were this close. And when she was wearing flats. For a moment Roxanne silently praised the work-sore feet that had prompted her to opt for more comfortable shoes this evening.
Clearly, the blue alien had been on duty today as he was dressed in his familiar dark leathers. For a short time, Megamind had tried wearing white— had even gone as far as to build a new super suit that imitated Metro Man's powers— but thankfully Minion had convinced him that it was better to be his own brand of hero. And he'd been right. Not only did Roxanne prefer her boyfriend's bad boy look for reasons of her own, but even the most hardened criminals had grown to fear the black-clad Defender of Metro City while citizens had grown to accept Megamind for himself.
Would that continue after tonight, if people found out? Or would the same public that praised him today turn against him tomorrow?
"Don't worry, it's alright," the blue hero assured her. Roxanne startled for a moment— how did he know what she was thinking?— before she realized that he'd been referring to the wait. "I was just considering how I might turn one of your windows into a transparent glass monitor," he continued. "It would require some creative engineering, but I think it could be done. Then I could build you a smaller version of the supercomputer in my lair, and ta-da! It could function as a window until activated, and then you could use it to communicate with me in my lab, or research, or to—" seeing her quizzically amused expression, he caught himself in mid-thought and cleared his throat. He and Roxanne had agreed to just have a normal, relaxing date, and it seemed to occur to him that this might not fit the description. "Erm, these are for you," he finished sheepishly, proffering a bouquet of yellow daisies, orange and gold cosmos, gardenias, and white roses.
He always brought her daisies, ever since she'd once mentioned in passing how much she loved the ones in the park. Bouquets turned up at her office every Thursday like clockwork. She didn't even mind that some of the interns got all girlish and giggly about it.
Roxanne accepted the flowers, inhaling the blossoms' sweet scents before saying: "They're beautiful. Come on inside." She pulled him in, leaning up to give him another kiss as she reached around him to shut the door. "I've always wondered: what are these?" she continued, touching tiny white clustered flowers with one hand. "It seems like they're in every single bouquet I've ever seen, but no one ever mentions what they're called."
"Ah, yes, that's Gypsophila, Baby's Breath. And you're right, it is a common addition to bouquets... I think for artistic reasons. What's wrong? Do you dislike it?"
"What? No, not at all..."
"What is it? You look like you just smelled something horrible. I can take the Gypsophila out if you like."
"Oh, no, that's not necessary. It's nothing... just..."
Baby's breath. What if she became pregnant? What would the world say to the first half-human child? Of course, she was a responsible adult. She wasn't rushing into this unprepared, but... Sex was designed to make babies, and no matter how careful a girl was sometimes it did just that. Roxanne's cousin Theresa, who had conceived her youngest child while she had her husband were using both birth control pills and condoms, was living proof.
Realizing she'd been quiet too long, Roxanne thought quickly. "It's just that that's an odd name for a flower, isn't it? I mean, it doesn't really look like breath."
"No stranger than Forget-Me-Nots or Grandmother's Lace." He shrugged. "Flower names are just weird."
"At least Grandmother's Lace sort of looks like lace," she laughed, more at herself than anything else. "But you're probably right. Either way, these really are gorgeous," Roxanne smiled again. "I love them."
"I'm glad," he grinned. "I've been studying Floriography."
"Flori-what?"
"The language of flowers."
"I didn't know flowers talked," she joked.
"Very funny. You've read enough classic literature to know what I mean."
"I do, and you're very sweet," she answered, retrieving a vase from the small china hutch in her living room, and leading him into the kitchen. "Let's see… Roses are for love, right?"
"Love and affection, depending on the color."
"And white roses are?" She asked, filling the vase with water.
His cheeks flushed a little. "They, ah, mean: 'my love for you is pure.'"
She felt her heart do a happy, ridiculous little flip, and turned her head to give him a smile that felt embarrassingly shy and girlish. "Oh."
This was always his way: thoughtful, charming, romantic, foolishly sentimental… Yet he never begrudged her her independence; never complained when she had to break a date for a hot news story or an overdue deadline. He just told her to stop by the Lair on the way home if she had the time, and sent over a packed dinner via brainbot with a note saying something like: "You won't forget to eat, will you? Love, M." And then there was the way he fully embraced her for who she was, skipping typical dates in favor of afternoons in bookshops, long days in the park, weekends exploring quirky little-known museums, and dinners at hidden gems serving unexpectedly excellent cuisine or wonderfully authentic international dishes.
More than that, he respected her. He trusted her. Following their defeat of Titan, Megamind had not only granted her nearly unfettered access to his secret Lair— something unheard of in the past— but, keenly aware that the sudden cessation of her regular kidnappings could affect her career, he had also allowed her to join him in some of his more noteworthy heroic battles. While her blue beau insisted that she steer clear of the dangerous Doom Syndicate, together they had taken down two minor would-be villains: the first an ex-model with a scarred face and a terrible idea of revenge, the second a balding science teacher with an insane plan to make the pigeons in Hill Top Park emulate Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds. (That last had been a monumental failure even by Megamind's standards. The chemical compound Ravenous, as he called himself, had fed the birds had only succeeded in giving them explosive diarrhea.) But the point was that her boyfriend acknowledged her to be far more than a damsel; she was his trustworthy and capable companion.
That same boyfriend was currently grinning at her blush. "Incidentally, the Gypsophila represent purity, too," he informed her. "The cosmos are joy and harmony," he added, moving closer again. "Yellow daisies are for both true love, because each flower is actually two joined as one, and for new beginnings. Gardenias, now those are interesting. They represent feminine beauty, and can refer to a secret love, but," Roxanne nearly dropped the vase as he leaned against her back to breathe the last words against her ear. "Gardenias also mean: 'I will always protect you.'"
"Megamind," she breathed, gently setting the vase on the counter and turning to bury herself in him. He smelled like hot metal— he'd probably been welding something earlier— and expensive cologne, but beneath that was his familiar musk of leather, spices, and something warm and woody.
How could she not love him? How could she not want to give herself wholly to him? Surely that would be too much for any reasonable person to expect? And if others might not like it, well, so what? After all, she'd endured criticism of everything from her political stances to her hair, and God knew Megamind was no stranger to animosity. Whatever storms this might brew, they would weather them together.
He began kissing along her ear and down toward her shoulder— something he had become extremely good at in the last few months. His goatee, warm breath, and gentle teeth were sweet torture against her sensitive skin. Clever fingers tickled up the nape of her neck, making her shiver, and slid up the base of her skull to run through her short hair. She sighed his name, tasting the syllables like a prayer.
Megamind. This was Megamind: fiercely loyal and endlessly affectionate. Of course, he would always protect her. Let the entire city, or even the entire world, turn against them, and he would still stand beside her, determined and immovable as stone. He would do his best to shield her from the worst of it. Because that was the sort of man he was. To hell with what people might think. She wanted this, now and always.
Roxanne leaned back just enough to kiss him with thorough passion, giving his mouth the full and undivided attention it deserved…
And the stupid oven timer went off.
"I… um… I have dinner in the oven," she stumbled over her own words. "It should be... ready… almost... almost ready."
Mercifully, he took his cue. "Oh-ho!" he laughed, giving her one last peck on the lips. "Home cooking twice in one week! Just what are you up to, Miss Ritchi?"
While Roxanne had learned to cook at her grandmother's elbow, she'd rarely felt it worth her time when she was single, preferring quick frozen meals she could leave in the crockpot or even pop into the microwave. Since she had started dating Megamind, however, she'd dusted off the old cookbooks she'd inherited and started making meals from scratch once a week. True, the hero had Minion to cook for him— and her skills were nowhere near the henchman's gourmet standards— but this was one of the ways she could show her affection, and it always seemed to please the blue alien. Things like that had become important to the reporter as Megamind took up residence in her heart, which is why she found herself constantly making little gestures like buying him a blue teddy bear in a black leather jacket, or texting him funny pictures and thoughts she knew would make him smile. So she had gotten into the habit of planning one special dinner each week. But, up until now, it had always been only one.
Roxanne had hoped he wouldn't notice the significance of the change. She should have known better.
Turning toward the Defender, she gave him her best calm reported stare. It was ruined by the fact that her face still felt like it was glowing red. "Why should I be up to anything?" she asked innocently.
He lifted an eyebrow, his grin playful. "Your wiles won't work on me."
That earned him a sultry look. "I was under the impression they were working pretty well just now."
And she hoped sincerely that they would work even better later tonight.
"Wicked girl," he teased. Following Roxanne into the kitchen, Megamind opened the oven and sniffed eagerly. "Mmmm... Lasag-na. My favorite. Now I'm definitely suspicious."
"It's lasagna, silly," Roxanne corrected fondly, setting her bouquet in the center of the table. "And can't a girl make her favorite hero a nice dinner without him getting into conspiracy theories?"
He just grinned at her. "La. Sag. Na." That was one of the things Roxanne loved most about Megamind. He never let himself be embarrassed. Most people would have mortified by constant mispronunciation, but he just brushed it off with a smile.
Laughing, Roxanne swatted him playfully out of her way and found two oven mitts in a drawer before retrieving the dish from the oven. "Maybe I'll make you learn to say it correctly before I let you have any."
"Oh, you could never be so cruel!" he answered over his shoulder as he selected plates from the cabinet. "I should have brought a bottle of wine."
"I still have two from the last time you came over," laughed Roxanne. "I think we'll be okay."
"You make me sound like an alcoholic," Megamind sniffed with false offense. "I simply couldn't decide what would compliment the dish best. Besides, I wanted to make sure I had something to eat my breakfast cereal with in the morning."
"Ewww!"
Roxanne loved Megamind's laugh. He was the city's hero now, but his laughter still had a dark ring to it, and something about it sent delicious shivers down her spine.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding" he assured her.
"I know, but... Ewww!"
He chortled again and motioned her to the table. "Alright, okay," he said, helping her into her seat. "Whenever I stay here overnight, I solemnly promise that I will not eat cereal and wine for breakfast."
Roxanne tried to giggle but found her throat suddenly tight. Funny how that comment brought the conversation to the matter at hand.
Well, now was as good a time as any, wasn't it?
She looked up into his face, his expression still glowing with humor, and gently placed her hand on his.
"Megamind, I was thinking, what about tonight?"
He looked confused. "What about tonight?"
"For that. For you to stay over. I mean..." she sighed.
Ugh... Why was this so hard? It wasn't as if she was a virgin, and she certainly wasn't the shy violet type.
After a moment she looked back up into his bright green eyes and said: "Will you stay here with me tonight?"
"Of course!" his easy tone implied he still didn't get her meaning. It wasn't as if he had never stayed over, after all... It was simply that they had never done any more than cuddle.
"No, I mean, will you—" Oh, God, she was going to have to be specific, wasn't she?— "Will you sleep with me? Will you spend the night here as my lover?"
That finally did it. His eyes widened in surprise, and then he glanced quickly down, trying unsuccessfully to hide his little up-to-no-good grin.
When he lifted his face again, however, his expression turned serious. "Are you... sure? I want you to be sure, Roxanne. Absolutely certain." He lifted his free hand to push a strand of her short hair tenderly back from her face. "No regrets between us. Ever."
She smiled. Didn't he understand that this was what made her so certain? He was always ready to put her before himself. How could she ever regret loving him?
Yes, he was an alien. Yes, she was going to be the first known human to sleep with someone from a different planet. Yes, in a society where too many still objected to relationships between different races and same genders, sharing her bed with an extraterrestrial was sure to stir up trouble. But it didn't matter. She had given him her whole heart, and after five months of dating— more if you counted the dates with "Bernard" before they defeated Titan— she wanted to give him her body, too. The time had come. Their relationship couldn't continue in this state of limbo. Either she stopped holding back or she broke things off, and she couldn't bear the thought of the latter. No matter what happened, no matter who judged them, no matter how many snide comments were made about Stockholm Syndrome and tentacle porn, she would not lose him. He meant more to her than everything else in the world.
Fully meeting his gaze, Roxanne let her emotions— love, desire, trust, longing— fill her blue eyes. Her hands caressed the sides of his face as she pulled him down for another slow-burn kiss.
"I'm sure," she breathed when they parted for air. "I'm very, very sure."
He smiled and leaned back in, kissing her again, letting years of contained passion spill over her. Clutching her, he ran eager hands over he back, cupped her hips and pressed her close to feel the proof of his desire. His kisses were hot, desperate, as if he were drowning and her lips held his only salvation.
Panting and flushed, Megamind was the first to pull back. "I'm sorry," he said, motioning to the cooling meal on the table. "I don't mean to let all your hard work go to waste, but—"
"I have a microwave. We can heat it up."
He grinned. "Well, in that case..." he purred. Scooping her up in his deceptively thin arms, Metro City's blue hero carried Roxanne to the bedroom.
Tonight. It was going to be tonight.
Carefully laying his beloved on the mattress, Megamind tossed aside his cape and high collar, then crawled atop her. Returning to her mouth he kissed her with renewed vigor. Roxanne began searching with her hands for the fastenings on his shirt, and finally found a zipper in the back. He unceremoniously dropped the garment to the floor and helped her pull his black undershirt over his head.
"Megamind," she whispered, running her hands over his chest and stomach. She had always known he wasn't as skinny as he looked— if he had been, how would he be able to pick her up?— but she was still impressed by the wiry muscles moving beneath his smooth blue skin.
His eyes closed to slits as she explored his bare flesh, and a soft sigh escaped his lips. "Roxanne," he said after a moment, gently catching her hand. "You do know, I suppose... I grew up in prison, and until recently I never exactly won any popularity contests... I may not be the most... Umm..."
"It's okay," she smiled and reached up to stroke his face. "I know. Don't worry."
Lips tugging upward, eyes warm with affection, he leaned down to capture her lips again as his free hand fumbled with the buttons on her velvet dress jacket.
The fabric parted under his deft fingers, his warm touch— slightly calloused from years of building and maintaining various machines— teasing the skin along her neck and collar bone. He slowly ran his hand up her side, as if waiting for her acquiescence, before caressing her breast. The satin dress material was in the way, but even so this touch was delectable. Ever the gentleman, Megamind had never allowed himself any such liberty before, and he seemed almost fascinated by her reactions. Roxanne gasped and kissed him a little harder, emboldening his fingers. Readjusting his weight, he tried to slide his hands down her dress to better reach her trembling breasts. Finding the fabric too tight, he pulled her against him and fumbled with the zipper. She pushed him back a little and sat up enough for him the tug the offending garment over her head. His hands slid under her lace bra, forcing it up, and finally found her bare nipples.
"Oh, yes," he breathed, feeling her respond to his touch.
Roxanne wrapped her arms around him, pulling him back down to her lips as his hands continued their assault. He explored her breasts thoroughly, giving her nipples an experimental pinch as he realized that seemed to be her favorite spot.
"Please kiss them," she gasped. He immediately obeyed, practically tearing her bra off and lowering his head to her chest. He kissed her the peaks of her breasts like he kissed her mouth: tongue and lips working eagerly against her skin.
"Oh, Megamind!" she moaned, encouraging him. "Keep doing that. Please, please keep doing that!"
He switched his attention to the unattended nipple, his hand replacing his mouth on her damp, sensitive skin of the first. He shifted his weight, balancing himself to free his other hand. His touch explored her trembling stomach, ghosted over her hip and behind the small of her back.
"There's something I read about that I've always wanted to try," the hero's voice sounded husky as he lowered his head back to her creamy skin. One hand continued its previous activity, pinching and tugging the peak of one breast while his mouth and tongue worshiped the other. His remaining hand roved along the edge of her lace panties, tickling just under the elastic but, infuriatingly, not going any further.
He made a noise and Roxanne tilted her gaze down her body to meet mesmerizing, bright green eyes as they looked a question at her.
"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, yes."
He shifted enough the slide his hand down and explore her wetness, one finger dipping between the lips and stroking up until she gasped. She could feel him smiling against her breast as he started rubbing her clit. Intelligent, emerald eyes rolled up to watch her face as he pressed, stroked, gently flicked.
He was studying her, observing every reaction— cause and effect— as if this were one of his experiments. The thought made things low in her body throb more insistently than ever. His brilliant mind was so alluring, and seeing him use it like this was enough to make her half-wild with desire.
He tugged at her underwear.
"This needs to go."
She obediently lifted her hips so he could slide her panties down her legs and toss them aside. His eager fingers instantly resumed their erotic torment upon her most sensitive spot.
Something he did made her hips jump and her voice explode in a throaty moan. Grinning wickedly up at her, he did it again, and again, and then…
Megamind's fingers began to move in earnest, combining different angles and pressures into a heart-stopping erotic experience better than anything Roxanne had ever felt before. She thrashed and groaned, pleaded for more, pleasure swelling inside her like a brewing storm.
He switched his mouth back to her other breast and slipped his other hand down to join the first. Without warning, he thrust two fingers inside of her, and Roxanne half-sobbed at the overwhelming sensation as his arm began pumping.
Megamind, however, was apparently not satisfied. He crooked the fingers inside of her and dragged them up slowly until he found a place that made her wail with ecstasy.
"There it is," he crooned, breath hot on her skin. He pressed and pounded her g-spot, the fingers of his other hand still working her clitoris, tongue flicking over her nipple, and Roxanne's self-control broke. She cried out, clawing her sheets, back arching off the bed as she came.
The woman's vision slowly cleared, her pulse still pounding between her thighs, her body limp. She could feel Megamind's hand soothingly stroking her right hip while he poured honey words into her ear. They lay there for a few minutes while her body recovered.
"You are truly beautiful when you orgasm," he said, tone suggesting he was exceedingly proud of himself.
"Are… Are you" she panted, "sure you've… never done that before?"
He chuckled warmly. "That was my first," he cocked an eyebrow, "hands-on experience. But I have done a lot of research."
"I can tell. Because that was… incredible."
"Mm," he grinned and leaned in to brush his lips against hers. "I'm glad. I'm really, really glad."
His teasing kisses grew longer, deeper, more passionate, and Roxanne felt desire rising again through her languid satisfaction. She reached up to run hands over his shoulders, around the back of his sensitive neck, and he made a noise that was half-purr and half-groan. His lips became bolder, more forceful, demanding her lust. Her body seemed only too happy to respond.
Desperate, she struggled with the hidden zipper on his pants, pulling them down enough to free his member and running her fingers down his shaft. He sucked in air.
Roxanne squeezed a little harder, pumping her hand. His member seemed to throb and swell in response. It was mostly smooth, almost velvety, but there were raised ridges running down the top and underside of his length, both with a slightly rough texture.
Oh, no. She hadn't even considered that there might be physical incompatibilities.
She ran one finger along the lower ridge, making him arch off the bed. Nothing felt sharp, but she needed to be sure.
"Megamind," she asked carefully. "Are these… Does it have spines?"
"Not… Exactly— God! You're making it hard to think!— It doesn't have… There are no spikes, but— Oh, oh do that again!— I think… I think the ridges may serve… A similar purpose… Induce ovulation… Please, Roxanne… Not too much! The ridges... very... sensitive... Want to... be inside you!"
She loosened her grip and ran her hand up to the head, feeling the same vaguely coarse skin there. Anticipation shuddered through her; she was experienced enough, and had employed enough pleasure enhancements with other lovers, to know what sorts of delicious things a bumpy texture could do inside her.
She didn't stop, however. Her lover seemed tense now, concerned over the more inhuman traits of his member, and she wanted to put him at ease.
She massaged just the tip, and his hips jerked.
"God, that's… That's good…" he said, but he caught her hand and held it still. "Roxanne," he began. "I want you to know, if this is too much... If you don't want this... I meant it when I said I don't want any regrets between us. You don't have to—"
Looking down at him, desire, pleasure, and nervous tension all warring on his face, Roxanne let him see exactly where her thoughts were taking her.
"This," she said decidedly, gently rubbing his length again, "is literally the hottest thing I've ever seen. Seriously, Megamind, your dick is practically a living sex toy; if other women knew what you keep hidden in those leather pants of yours, I'd have to fight them off of you every time we went out! Please, please believe me when I tell you that your... unique masculine part is definitely not a problem!"
The hero gave a low, dark chuckle and, grabbing her hand again, moved it down to the base of his shaft.
"Then you're going to love this…" he promised.
As he'd grown more rigidly erect, a small, textured bulge had swollen along the first two inches of the upper ridge.
Oh, she could just imagine what he could do with that!
She rubbed his shaft, going all the way from his pebbled tip to the textured base, exploring every inch of him, delighted by every moan she drew from his lips.
"God… Roxanne…" The blue man's entire body trembled with the effort of staying still as she gently stroked the bulge.
"My, my," she grinned, voice sultry, as his hips jerked. "You're really are sensitive, aren't you?... And so impressive! How on earth do you hide all of this in that tight leather?"
"It's… Fully retractable… When I'm not…" he made a rumbling sound deep in his chest. "That's good! Damn, that's good! Your hands… Feel so much better than mine!"
"Why, Megamind, is that an actual curse word that just crossed your lips?" Roxanne cooed, a vixen grin tugging her mouth.
"All your fault…"
God, she had never felt sexier or more desirable in her life!
"Mmm… I think I like hearing you say things like that," she purred.
"Keep rubbing… My fucking cock… and you're going to hear a lot more!"
"I do love rubbing it," she said as squeezed it one last time, and he nearly keened. "But I would much, much rather you fucked me with it."
He made a growling noise at her rough language and grabbed her hands, pushing her onto her back and moving between her willing legs. Grasping her thighs, he let his gaze locked onto hers as he guided himself to her opening.
"As my lady commands," he said, voice deep and rough with desire.
He pushed forward, inch by inch. With a moan, she pulled his narrow hips closer, lifting her own in assent. He began moving shallowly, pressing himself a little deeper inside her with every few thrusts. The feeling made her gasp and lower her gaze to watch in something like awe as his enormous blue penis worked its way into her warmth.
"Oh, my God," she gasped.
He stilled instantly. "Is something wrong?"
"No, no, it's just… You feel even bigger than you look!"
"Is that... bad?"
"God, no. It's good. It's so good. Please do it."
He grinned and pushed himself deeper. "Like that?" he panted.
"Yes... yes..."
"Mmmmm... Like that?"
"God, yes!"
"And that?"
"Yesss!"
He was moving now, drawing himself in and out of her, hitting her deepest spot while his thickness filled her to bursting. The upper ridge rubbed hard against her g-spot, and as he shifted slightly, that textured bulge hit her clit just right to make her shriek his name.
"Ah," he panted. "So that's... what it's for..." He did it again, and she arched back, wrapping her legs about his narrow waist, pressing him deeper.
"More!" she begged. "Please, more!"
Megamind's uncertain thrusts quickly became steadier and more forceful, shocking every nerve ending in her body with tingling jolts of pleasure. Little feminine noises tore themselves from her throat. Grunts began rising from his chest with every thrust. Her fingers traced patterns on his back and shoulders as he found his rhythm and began assailing her in earnest. He kissed and bit along her neck, plowing her hard into the mattress, heightening her moans to cries. In response, she reached a trembling hand to tease his sensitive ear, lightly run fingernails over the back of his neck and scalp. He rumbled that purring-groan noise again, louder this time, and increased his pace, his back heaving as he impaled her again and again.
"Harder," she gasped. "Harder!"
He consented, arching and bucking into her body with feverish abandon. The slap of flesh joined the thump of wood and the creak of bedsprings in a nocturnal song of ecstasy. Her fingers scrabbled helplessly for a hold on his sweating back as he nipped below her ear and returned one hand to her shaking breasts. It was almost too much. Her legs were already beginning to spasm as his massive member assaulted her, filling her to the very core.
"Oh, God, harder!" she begged. "Please! Harder! Be savage! Be merciless!"
"You should... Never ask that... Of a... SUPERVILLAIN!" he roared.
Pushing his weight up onto his arms, he hammered her with everything he had— every muscle in his body pushing toward that one, all-important point. Her voice grew hoarse with screams of pure pleasure as he bucked into her with nearly-violent passion, driving her hard toward her second climax. She dug her nails into his back, clinging desperately to him as he took her, screaming and sobbing with pleasure, to the very edge. Pulling her legs over his shoulders, he frantically thrust into her, using his inhuman speed and flexibility to build a wave of pure ecstasy that threatened to drown them both.
"Yes! Yes! YESSS!" A final shriek ripped from her lungs as her entire body shook with orgasm. His eyes grew wild with the shock of his own release, his strangled cry echoing as he pumped his seed into her body.
After a few moments, he managed to roll off of her, and they lay in a loose tangle, panting as they relearned how to breathe. "That was… incredible." Megamind finally managed, drawing a sound of euphoric agreement from Roxanne. He chuckled. "Am I to... take it... I did alright?"
"Mmmm... Better than alright. Much, much better."
He pushed up on his elbow and they smiled at one another, basking in this secret moment, before he leaned down to kiss her gently.
Roxanne nestled into warm contentment, idly tracing patterns on his sweaty chest. "I love you," she said at last.
"I know," he teased. She laughed breathlessly and swatted him.
Catching her hand, he lifted it and kissed it. "I love you, too," he said, and pulled her close, stretching his lean body beside her own and capturing her lips once more.
The kiss deepened, and Roxanne froze suddenly, eyes flicking down and then widening as they returned to his own. Megamind pulled back a few inches, his grin full of carnal invitation as he arched a brow.
"Round two?" he suggested, and leaned in to kiss her again.