"Haah, but then I wouldn't be able to savor this~" Despite his verbal reluctance, Sonata was already planning to speed up, having already spent minutes admiring his supernaturally beautiful partner and basking in the pleasant feeling of simply being inside her warm slit. First, he leans forward over the vampire, keeping the same steady pace for now, and braces his thin arms next to her head. Deviously, he plants his mouth on Tatiana's neck to deliver a quick kiss and a light bite--not enough to mark the pale skin--before shifting his head to take it's place just above her own. Now, after a few more agonizing seconds, the young man finally increases the rate and force of his thrusts. He hammers his length down into the woman's pussy, audible slapping sounds filling the air as he fucks her.
Looking around, Vanessa spots a dent in the desk, like something's been smashed into it at speed, and sees the blood trail heading out of the office and to the steps going down toward the lab.
Kizuhara licks her lips, looking up cheekily at her friend, before nodding. "In that case..." Faye feels the woman's tongue pressing against her womanhood, her movements light, teasing the blonde with the promise of greater pleasure to come, her tongue glancing around the rim of the blonde's clit.
"Count on it, baby." Wilson grins, before Magnus slips his arm around Jenny's waist and ushers her out. He brings her through the club and to a cheap looking van parked outside, bundling the blonde in the seat, before driving away. "I saw where you were lookin', girl." He says in that delectably low voice. "You want a tattoo like your friend's?" The trip doesn't last long, and looking out the window as they park, Jenny sees that Magnus has brought her not far away, to a part of town even rougher than the one the club stands in, but Magnus walks with her on his arm without fear, even as the pair can hear someone being mugged in an alley. As they walk through the slums, Jenny's drug enhanced abilities let her feel the emotions of the locals looking at her, the pure lust and jealousy in their minds, but no one's willing to cross a goliath like Magnus to steal her away. Jenny starts to feel like a...prize. A trophy for the strongest man to have, and lesser men to desire, and the feeling makes her weak at the knees. Finally, Magnus bundles her into his small, dirty apartment - Jenny guesses she'd be somewhere much nicer if she'd gone home with the millionaire rapper, but then again, she didn't exactly come here to admire her host's home. "Get me something to drink, and yourself something too." Magnus orders, sitting on his couch and gesturing to the fridge.
"Don't be so worried about, ooh, savoring it..." Tatiana moans. "I get the feeling there'll be chances to repeat this experience." She giggles as he bites her neck, her hands caressing his chest. "What, you want to be like me, sweetling? Personally, I prefer just as you ar- aiii!" She cries out in pleasure as he picks up the pace, pressing her hips forward to meet his thrusts as he fucks her. Sonata feels her snug womanhood grow tighter around his cock, the muscles massaging him and driving him closer to orgasm - a cheeky smirk on his lover's face telling him that it's intentional.
"An accident... perhaps?" Vanessa said to herself, hoping that it wasn't what she had first thought. But with the things that have happened around me... accidents aren't always what they seem. The heiress grumbled, taking a deep breath as she follows the trail of blood. Making sure to keep her eyes, and ears open for anything suspicious that might be watching, or following her.
Jenny flushed, embarrassed, at Magnus' correct deduction "Y-" she paused before she finished; her thoughts turned to Harold and a doubt held her tongue. She did want one, the idea caused butterflies in her stomach, but what would happen if she got one? Harold would undoubtedly have questions and she wasn't sure if she had any answers. At least none that she wanted to give him. But as she rode in the van she felt compelled to finally answer. "Yes. I want one." A wave of giddiness flowed through the young wife and she found herself smiling. "It's so fucking hot." What harm was there in answering this man's question. After they parked and the pair walked down the street, Jenny found herself hugging Magnus' arm. She'd rarely come to this part of town, and when she did it was as Psychana with her whole team to support her. Walking the streets as Jenny, exposed in her tight dress and feeling the eyes of so many people upon her caused a rush of endorphins through her system. They all wanted her, she knew it from their thoughts and a rapidly growing part of her wanted to let them have her... "God it would be so hot to be a complete slut for them!" she thought to herself. How much she had changed in a week. When they arrived at Magnus' place Jenny couldn't stop herself from wrinkling her nose at the sight of the man's apartment, but quickly shrugged it off. It wasn't hers, and she had no intention of making it hers. But when Magnus told her to get something to drink for them, she went into the kitchen and dutifully poured him a glass of whisky while she made herself as pleasant a drink as she could given the lack of ingredients before she returned to the huge man.
Vanessa heads down the stairs and into the large open lab space she remembers from her tour, now empty and dark. She squints, as a flashlight shines on her, before quickly moving away. "Oh, Miss Fitzgerald! I didn't know you were still here." One of the security guards, a young man, says in surprise.
"Ah, yes, I was suppose to have a meeting. Perhaps you've seen her?" Vanessa asked, wondering if this guard had seen the doctor, or maybe something suspicious. Or maybe he's in on it? She thinks to herself as she looks around for any other signs of trouble.
"I figured." The bodyguard chuckles as they drive. "Though it don't exactly take a tattoo to realise that you're black owned." At his apartment, Magnus pats his lap, intending for her to sit there, and when the blonde does, she feels the beast in his pants stirring. He takes a swig of his drink as she hands it to him, and Jenny feels perversely for a moment like some sort of housewife, obediently serving her man - exactly the opposite of her relationship with her real husband. Magnus enjoys the feel of her body against his, before looking at her. "Where would you get the tat? Here, like your friend? He squeezes her chest in his massive paw. "Maybe down here?" She feels him prod her pubis. "Or on that fat ass of yours?" He happily gropes her soft behind.
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 23 Sadly, Vanessa can't see anything else in the darkened room, especially with the guard's flashlight spoiling her night vision. "Sorry, I haven't seen anyone in the lab since the scientist's shifts ended. Though I wasn't here the whole time - I was patrolling the hallway outside when I heard you come down here."
"I see, that's unfortunate." Vanessa replied, nodding as she squints her eyes, irritated due to the flashlight. "No problem then, please, I'm sure you still have to patrol other areas. I'll just be here, looking around, then I'll leave." She adds, smiling, wondering how long until her heroes get here.
Jenny flushed again at Magnus' comment of her being 'black owned'. There just seemed something so perverse about declaring yourself as property, it was degrading, humiliating, dehumanizing, and yet she badly wanted it. She swallowed hard as she felt his snake stir and found herself quickly growing wet as she snuggled up in his lap. When he asked his question she whimpered at his touch before she guided his hand with hers back over her pubic mound. "Here."
"Alright then, miss." The guard doesn't protest - she owns the place, after all. "Just come find me if you need anything." He departs, and soon Vanessa receives a message saying that her heroes are outside.
"Thank you." Vanessa nods, letting him leave as she reads the message. Meet me in the lobby. She sends them a text as she goes to the entrance area. Once they meet up, she informs them what she's found. "I saw a trail of blood toward the lab, so we'll start our search there." She said in a stern tone, showing just how serious the situation could be.
Her dress easily slides upwards to reveal her cunt once more, and Magnus takes the hint, fingers finding her clit and squeezing. "I'm looking forward to seeing it. You know, I don't get why bad bitches like you keep getting married to pussies. You always end up in bed with a real man anyway." His low voice booms, hips moving slightly as his hardness begins to poke up against her. "Maybe it ain't just the dick you want..."
Jenny squirmed and mewled as Magnus' big fingers explored her weeping cunt and sensitive clit. But she only spread her legs wider, giving him better access to tease her. When she felt his once again hardened cock press against her she was nearly beside herself with need. She didn't correct his assumption about her getting the tattoo, she didn't think to. With her mind in a lustful fog it just seemed the natural thing to do, and she wanted him to see her with it too. "W-what do you mean?" she asked of his question. Jenny didn't like it when the men she fucked insulted her husband, yet it simultaneously turned her on. She was there for his cock. She was only there for his cock. All their cocks... "Fuck..."
With three of them, it doesn't take long to find the researcher. The woman lies dead, neck broken, near the hidden door to the engram chamber, though it's closed currently.
Magnus' fingers press past her labia and then she feels them inside her, exploring her depths. "Don't get me wrong..." Magnus kisses her neck. "I know you love this dick." She feels him sucking on the supple flesh, and realises he's intentionally leaving a hickey. "But I think that turning your man into a cuck drives you crazy just as much", he breathes into her ear, nibbling on the earlobe.
"Oh God..." Jenny whined at the realization of what Magnus was doing and the feeling of his fingers inside her. The mere thought of cuckolding Harold had her climax on the black man's hand and she cried out in pleasure. The idea of Harry watching her get fucked had her going again before her first orgasm even subsided. Talking to her husband over the phone while Magnus demolished her pussy was absolutely fantastic, how much better would it be to look him in the eyes as a hung black man unloaded his seed inside her? "Fuck!" she cried out as Magnus played with her, nothing more than a toy to be used in his hands.
