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those-other-ones · 8 months

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Hover car smit? 🥺

Please accept this very mediocre plot-less story. Wrote this straight through, did not re-read it. Hope it's acceptable.

Happy Smutember.

Everything below the cut is 18+ explicit, nsfw, mature, whatever you wanna call it.

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The sand was getting in his flip-flops.

With every step across the beach, the hot grit was getting under his heels and between his toes, with the occasional twig or broken shell digging into his sensitive skin and causing him to curse.

"Whoa, that's a harsh one from you Dr. D.," Shego said.

Drakken could hear the smirk in her voice as she followed after him. True, the words he was mumbling were more intense than his usual 'doodles' but given the circumstances he felt they were warranted.

"Why did we even come to this party," he grumbled as he stalked toward where they'd parked the hovercar.

"Because you wanted to humiliate Dementor."

Drakken stopped and whirled around, his hands on his hips. It would have been a menacing pose if not for the Snowman Hank swim trunks he was wearing and the slight paunch of his belly hanging over the waistband as he leaned forward.

"You knew this would happen, didn't you. And you still made us come!"

"You made me sit through that five hour lecture at MIST."

"You were supposed to be there to watch me heckle James Possible!"

"And then he didn't show."

"Hmph," Drakken grumped, turning around to continue the trek to the parking lot. "You'd think he'd have more respect for someone who saved the world."

"You need to relax Dr. D. So going to Dementor's retirement party was a bad idea…"

They reached the hovercar and Drakken grumbled as he kicked his flip-flops off onto the floorboards. The tips of his ears were flushed purple with his annoyance and his eyes were dark with rage. Shego suppressed a giggle.

She climbed in the passenger seat next to him as he started the ignition, but…nothing happened.

"Oh, great! The engine is overheated!" Drakken groused, throwing his hands up.

Shego bit her lip as she got a devious idea.

"Well, since we're not going anywhere, how about I help you relax?" she said, sidling closer.

"What…? Shego, no! Not here!"

Drakken's eyes had widened and his hands were batting at hers as she pulled at the waistband of his swim trunks. When he grabbed her wrist to stop her she lifted her hand and ignited it in threat. He continued grumbling and crossed his arms, looking around nervously as she slid down to sit on the floor of the passenger seat and rested her arm across his lap so she could get her face closer.

"Someone's going to see this," Drakken said nervously.

"Just put on your sunglasses and relax. Anyone who comes by will think you're taking a nap."

"In ninety-six degree heat!? Onh…"

His thoughts were arrested as Shego's lips made contact. This heat was entirely different on his soft skin, and after a few moments of anxiously glancing around he reached down to pull his trunks lower. He did put his sunglasses on, and then set to watch her furtively, setting one hand gently at the back of her head and weaving his fingers into her hair. It was damp, yet hot from the sun, and he fidgeted nervously with the strands as she began to sweep his mind away with her touch.

Her lips were like velvet on his skin as she placed tiny, suckling kisses along the blue length right down to his lavender tip. He could feel the rush of blood in moments, and it nearly doubled when she glanced up to give him a wicked look before she plopped his tip into her mouth.

"Mmmh…" she hummed deliriously, the same way she did when sucking on a strawberry. She knew exactly what it did to him, and his fingers tightened in her hair and on the side of the hovercar as she began sliding her mouth slowly down and up again, her teeth lightly grazing his sensitive flesh and her tongue pressing against him with precise pressure.

He kept glancing down at the rhythm of her face, mesmerized by the hot, soft sensations as his member vanished inside of her mouth, but his gaze was still drawn out to the beach beyond the parking lot. Casual beach goers were out of earshot by the water's edge, and further down he could just see the stage where Dementor was hosting his retirement party.

Drakken shook that thought away. He was not going to have Dementor anywhere near his mind while…this was going on. But it would still be good to keep one eye on the parking lot.

Suddenly Shego's lips left him.

"You gonna help me relax too or is this all about you?"

"Ngh… What do you want?"

Shego smirked. "You."

Drakken flushed. He needed to get a little harder first. But, a way to discreetly please her quickly occurred to him.

With a slight shudder he let the vine out of his back, and the strange mutation that seemed to act on his subconscious began wrapping itself around her waist. Shego's smirk faded slightly, but then she reached down and stroked the petals of the pink flower that was snaking up to her chest. It sent a shiver across Drakken's nervous system as she continued doing that, looking at him with eyes that simply screamed sex.

"You like that? Maybe you should let him out to play more often."

"Just…don't waste time. Someone could come by."

Shego chuckled and returned her lips to his twitching member. The flower had wandered up to Shego's neck and somehow, undid the tie of her bikini top. The green and black fabric fell away and Drakken watched curiously as the vine wound its way around the soft globe of one of her breasts, the pink petals seeming to rub at her nipple. His hand found the soft flesh of the other and he began kneading.

The moan that Shego responded with was slightly choked by his growing arousal inside her mouth. Their surroundings forgotten, he watched as her legs gradually began to tremble in pleasured response to his touch, and he wanted to give her more.

"Come here," he demanded. Her lips left him with a pop, and he watched her grin as the hard length bobbed back and forth until falling heavily to his stomach, glistening from her attentions.

"I should tie my suit back up," Shego said shakily, reaching for the strings, "in case anyone walks by they'll think I'm just sitting on your lap."

"No one would think that," Drakken said with a slight growl as he pulled her toward him impatiently.

Nevertheless she tied her top back up before moving to sit in his lap, facing the beach. She shifted back and rubbed her rear against his rod with a delighted chuckle, and Drakken growled again as she leaned back fully into his chest, preventing further action.

"We don't have all day!" he protested.

She chuckled again as she shifted up just enough to reach beneath her thighs and grab hold of him, guiding him up past her swimsuit briefs and into the petals of warmth that awaited him.

"Hnngh!" he groaned, his entire body tensing as he filled her. Shego for her part was gasping for breath, leaning against him again as she had taken every inch all at once. The vine, not to be left out, was coiled around Shego's waist and the flower was snaking between her legs. After a moment she responded instinctively, spreading them apart and giving the flower access. It began massaging her peak, and she bit her lip as a hiss escaped her lips.

"Like I said," Drakken breathed, "no one is going to think you're sitting in my lap."

Giving up on any sense of decorum, he wrapped his arms around her and covered her breasts with his hands, beginning to squeeze as she rolled and rocked her hips almost erratically in attempt to bring him in deeper.

Then she braced her hands against his knees to lift herself up just enough, and they both moaned in unison when she dropped herself back down heavily upon his sword.

"This…is a much better party," Shego gasped.

Drakken laughed huskily as his fingers rubbed back and forth over her clothed nipples, pinching lightly as she started them into an erotic rhythm.

A dirty word slipped from Drakken's lips, and Shego leaned her head back next to his and reaching up to grip his shoulders. Sweat was dripping down her temple, and when her lips found his she tasted of ocean salt.

"Someone…" he murmured into her lips between kisses, "is going to see us."

"You still care?" Shego asked.

Drakken's answer was only to grip her breasts possessively, causing her to moan and arch her back against his chest as she rode him heavily.

"I hope Dementor walks by."

"Really?" Shego gasped out.

"He never accomplished anything close to this in his career."

Shego laughed breathlessly, and Drakken kissed her again.

"Turn around," he said.

"That will just be more obvious," Shego said with a grin, already moving to comply.

Drakken shifted on the hovercar's seat to give her legs more space as she knelt over him. His swim trunks at his ankles now, and he nimbly untied her bikini top once more, a thrill running through him as it fell and her soft, green breasts were presented to him.

The vine was still snaking around Shego's waist, but Drakken gave it a light flick with his finger as his arms circled around her.

"That's enough from you," he scolded it, and it slowly slithered away back inside his body, a strange electricity racing over his nerve endings as it vanished.

This time it was he to grip the base of his arousal, pushing it past Shego's bikini bottoms as she pressed forward. It felt like he belonged there, buried deeply within her, and he leaned down to nip softly at her breasts in turn as she began pressing her hips against him, rubbing the peak of her arousal back and forth against his pubic bone.

He licked and suckled one nipple, his eyes on her face as she arched her back again and bit her lip to withhold the screams he knew she wanted to release.

"Drakken…" she managed as she ground her hips against his. It felt so good being engulfed by her, a belonging he couldn't find any other way.

He knew she was close as she suddenly fell forward into him, her hips rocking feverishly and her breasts pressing into his chest. He hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek as she rode herself closer and closer. And that knowledge of her pleasure with him was driving him quickly to his own end.

He hadn't realized he had closed his eyes, but then he opened them with some sudden instinct and saw at the edge of the parking lot none other than Dementor, frozen in place and jaw hanging open, ice chest on the ground where he must have dropped it.

"Drakken…Drakken…" Shego was gasping louder.

"Oh yes…say my name," he said, grinning evilly. He shifted on the hovercar's seat and grabbed her hips, drilling upward in time with her rhythm.

"Drakken!" she screamed, her fingernails digging into his back as she came undone atop him, squirming in her release while he didn't relent, determined to make her pleasure last.

He was thankful for the curtain of her hair that gave them some modesty, but it certainly couldn't disguise what was happening to any other eyes that may be watching. At the edge of the parking lot Drakken could see Dementor still utterly dumbstruck, his expression shocked and clearly the face of someone who hadn't gotten what Drakken was getting in a long time.

Drakken chuckled evilly and lifted one hand to flip Dementor the bird before he moved again, quickly but carefully lying Shego down on the hovercar's bench seat. His one-time rival in evil had had more than enough of a show, and definitely more than he deserved.

Shego was still reeling and breathless from her high, but Drakken wasn't done. She lifted legs and hooked her heels behind Drakken's back as he pumped into her deeply, his rhythm steady and strong.

The vine, seemingly acting on his subconscious once again, slipped out to press a button on the hovercar's control panel, activating the dome cover to finally hide them away from prying eyes. And then it moved to encircle Shego's wrists and bring them up above her head. She blinked up at him in surprise, but not with any protest, and he braced himself against the seat so he could reach up to entwine his fingers with hers.

As she regained her wits, her expression became devious again as they locked eyes, communication unspoken as she seemingly dared him onward. Her breasts were bouncing deliciously below him, the sight of them, the sight of Shego making his blood race. His thrusts increased in speed, and when he felt his release near the vine let go instinctively. Shego's hands moved to his rear and gripped the strong muscles tightly, pulling him deeper as he felt the white hot pleasure explode at his every nerve ending. He was aware of the heat, of the twitching, and of his weight falling to cover hers… Of a pleasure that seemed to melt his very being centering at their union.

His breaths came slow and heavy, and gradually he became aware of Shego's fingers in his hair while her other hand massaged the back of his thigh. Buried within her always seemed the most right place to be, and he was in no hurry to leave her.

"Thank you, Dumpling…" he finally said with a sigh. "You were right…I needed to relax."

He finally began to shift up, but Shego set a hand on his cheek and guided his lips to hers. When he pulled away from the silken touch her eyes held mischief.

"Oh, but I'm not done relaxing."

A grin spread across Drakken's face.

"…Since the hovercar isn't working, maybe we should…borrow Dementor's vehicle."

Shego laughed. "You're very evil for a world hero."

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those-other-ones · 2 years

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This is a smut AU of how Drakken and Shego meet, from @dawhitebag's amazing fanfic which you can READ HERE. Shego is still a hero in Go City at this time. I started out with the text from WhiteBag's chapter and I added and altered a few things as I needed for my plot. When it changes entirely to my text there's a line break. Enjoy a little hero/villain AU!

This is also an extremely belated birthday gift for @amvwolfgirl. Happy birthday, yo! Extremely long fic ahead.

Reminder that everything under the cut is Not Safe For Work, major lemon, eighteen and older only.

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Shego had a date that night, so she decided to put on her best perfume. She stood back from the vanity and surveyed her appearance, noting particularly how her short, tight dress showed off her legs and her cleavage. There was a flutter of nerves in her chest and a stirring of heat where there shouldn't be, she thought with shame, for both a virgin and also for such imaginings about a boy she barely knew. For a brief moment of panic, she couldn't even recall his name.

What she wouldn't give to not be her age and have to deal with super-charged hormones in addition to super-powers. Not to mention, the thoughts that kept entering her head were bordering on...villainous.

She forced her mind off of the impropriety it wanted to dwell on as she grabbed her jacket and purse. But as she was just about to leave, the floor trembled under her feet. And then again. And again.

This wasn’t a usual earthquake. Those were steps.

She looked out the window only to see a gigantic robot traversing the city.

She sighed heavily.

'Not today...'

It looked like her date wasn’t happening after all. Ugh, which also meant she would have to call them later and apologize! It sucked...

With gloomy thoughts, she quickly changed into her superhero outfit and met with her brothers in the middle of the street. They stared at the giant machine, ready to fight but not quite knowing how to approach the situation.

“Who even is that?” Shego asked, raising her eyebrows.

“We don’t know,” said Wego.

“We think it might be someone new,” added the other Wego.

“All right, this seems straightforward enough. You boys stay on the ground, keep an eye on each other, and make sure all civilians are out of the way. I’ll deal with the driver. Hego? I need a lift.”

“You got it.” Hego put his hands together. They started glowing blue before she hopped on them. “Good luck!” he called out as he fired her high up.

Shego flew, aiming at the robot’s head where the bad guy was. However, the machine was moving fast and she didn’t quite get to the top, realizing she was about to collide with the robot’s back. She used her green glow before she hit the metal. Her hands pierced the plate, preventing her from slipping down. She grunted and started climbing.

The climb was harder than she anticipated it being; the robot was constantly shaking in its movements, and the wind hit hard. And whoever was steering the machine, they had already managed to tear the roof off the bank and grab the safe full of money.

At last, Shego reached the robot’s shoulder. She hopped onto her feet, finally spotting the driver. He was sitting inside a round, windowless compartment, where the robot’s head should be. She leapt atop it and easily opened the hatch, making sure to keep quiet so her approach wouldn't be heard.

The wind shifted.

The driver either caught the scent of her perfume or simply sensed her presence, because he turned to face her.

It was a man in his thirties. He had long black hair tied in a ponytail, a scar under his left eye, and...light blue skin.

He seemed surprised to have company, but he didn’t attack. In fact, he didn’t do anything. For a while neither of them moved, not sure what would happen next.

"Who— What are you doing here?" he finally asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I’m here to stop you," Shego answered, raising her fists.

"Oh, please," the man said and rolled his eyes, as if she was a minor annoyance, and pressed a button on his console.

This activated laser cannons placed inside the compartment. Shego dodged before any of them shot her and used her glow to shoot back at the cannons, destroying them completely. She then jumped gracefully inside the compartment. The villain glanced over his shoulder, both surprised and impressed, fastening his seat-belt at the same time.

“You’re not a Go City villain, are you?” Shego asked, wondering if there was any way to talk the guy out of the theft.

“No, and I’m not planning on staying here much longer. Already got what I came here for,” he said, pointing at the safe before pressing another button.

This caused the entire compartment to spin rapidly. Shego lost her balance. Her back hit the metal wall, and the pain caused her to shut her eyes and hiss. Then she realized, almost at the last moment, that her body was tumbling towards the exit. She used her glow again to claw into something, anything, preventing her from falling out, just in time—her entire body was already outside, save for her claws fixed to the metal.

Shego breathed heavily. It wasn’t from the exhaustion, though. In fact, there was something strangely intoxicating about this fight. Unlike most villains she usually had to fight with, this one seemed to have...potential.

She started moving her body back and forth, swinging, until she could back-flip back into the compartment. As she found her feet on a shifting surface she realized too late—the villain was now running straight at her. She didn’t get a chance to react as he used his body weight to shove her out.

“Farewell, Miss Superhero!” she heard his loud voice as she plummeted down. “May we never meet again!” he called out before laughing maniacally.

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The robot’s engines fired up and it lifted off the ground. Shego's eyes darted around and she reached for anything to hold onto as the ground rapidly approached and seemingly faster as the robot flew upwards. Almost by accident she hooked her claws onto the broad rocket-foot of the robot and was painfully jolted up along its flight path. The machine soon reached the clouds, the villain’s laughter fading out as it was lost on the wind.

Cold and pain were Shego's dominant sensations, coupled with an anger that began boiling in her blood. She had never been defeated like this, and she wasn't about to be now. She waited until her limbs stopped feeling entirely like Jell-O and then swung upward, getting one foot hooked onto the robot. She shakily climbed up, avoiding the rocket jets, and then clung to the metal.

'How am I supposed to get up there?'

She clenched her jaw as she dug her already-weakening claws into the solid surface and started to climb. She had told Hego she needed an upgrade, but he had been against the claws to begin with. When she got back, she would get the upgrade without telling him.

It was several minutes of the wind whipping her hair into her face, gusts nearly knocking her off, and feeling like she was being put through the most difficult training workout of her life twice-over. But none of that would stop her. She had no choice, anyway.

When she finally neared the top she saw with a brief moment of dismay that the compartment had been closed. But she could change that easily. After finding a handle (and finding it locked) she held on tightly with one hand and ignited her glow in the other, placing her palm against the metal.

It wasn't melting immediately like she expected, and she intensified her glow even as her brow rose in surprise. This villain...was different indeed.

When a hole finally appeared she shifted her hand in order to make it larger. It wasn't just a matter of stopping the villain, but actually getting inside and commandeering the robot as well; the ocean waters now beneath her would be her death if she fell.

Whether it was the sound of the wind or the pressure change that got the villain's attention, she wasn't sure. But she watched through the hole as he turned in confusion and then for the first time seemed genuinely distraught, gasping at her presence. But then his expression darkened, and a lump rose in her throat as he unfastened his seat-belt, pushed a button on the console, and then approached her, brandishing something that looked like a ray gun.

She stopped melting the door and fired a blast that hit him squarely in the chest, knocking him on his back. The stress of fighting for her life must have caused her to miscalculate, as she was surprised to see the man's long blue lab coat ignite with green flame. He gave a cry and batted at the blaze for a moment before frantically removing his belt and tearing off the garment, then stomping on it to subdue the fire.

Shego hurriedly resumed her previous task however when he turned with a jerk, blinking at her in shock and anger. She knocked him down with another blast, far more controlled this time, and grimaced as the lump in her throat grew tighter. She didn't know how long he would keep letting her stop him before he fired that weapon, but she couldn't do him any great harm—she was a hero, after all.

After the third hit, and the hole was still just barely too small for her to get through safely, the blue-skinned villain snarled and pointed the weapon at her. She didn't halt in her task, supposing her only remaining grace was if she didn't fire again. A moment lingered where her eyes were locked with his furious ones, and then his expression slowly began to morph to curiosity. The anger remained, however.

Shego suddenly became aware of how much her hand was tiring holding onto the handle. She could hardly feel it anymore, and the wind was like icy daggers on her cheeks, not to mention the intense aches of her body as she tried to stay flush against the metal door, fearing being knocked off to her death by a gust. So when the villain lowered his gun arm and raised his brow as if in question, she found herself eager to accept the seeming truce he offered.

She let her glow go out and he approached quickly, reaching up through the hole she had created and grabbing her arm as she reached in. She allowed him to help her through, and there were a few moments of awkward clinging and stumbling during which she noted the man seemed to be well-muscled beneath his shirtsleeves, and then finally she was inside.

She forced herself to stay on her feet, even though all she wanted to do was collapse. She stood at a ready stance, hoping she didn't look as weak as she felt as she held her hands up in fists. The stillness of the air inside the compartment made it seem warmer, for which she was grateful.

The villain didn't speak, and after a moment she took in his appearance in more detail than before. He wore a tailored, pale gray-blue shirt which was notably singed in the center—she felt another twinge of unease realizing how uncontrolled the blast of glow had been—and equally well-cut dark blue trousers. Shego swallowed nervously as a rush of feelings that were in no way appropriate to the circumstance entered her mind and body.

She turned her gaze to the floor where a blue scientist's lab coat lay, but it appeared to be made of blue leather or a similar material. Smoke still rose from the heap, and she let her eyes travel from the black gloves on the deck to the matching boots he wore, and there was a smug twinkle in his eyes when hers finished traveling back up his attractive frame and met his. She noted again the scar under his left eye.

She scowled at his confidence, and the grin that had been forming on his face faded. He gave her another once-over before stepping back to the robot's controls.

"If you don't make trouble, you can stay," were his only words, tossed carelessly over his shoulder as he sat down.

Shego slowly straightened and pushed her hair over her shoulders, frowning at the mess of tangles. But she didn't have time to worry about herself.

"Turn this thing around!" she demanded.

The villain glanced over his shoulder, raised his brow, and began to chuckle. As the laughter turned more maniacal Shego growled and ignited her hands. The excitement of facing someone more competent was starting to wear off, among other things.

"Oh, I think not Miss Superhero," he said as he finished. "You see, I need those funds for my plans. Just be glad I let you back in..."

He had turned again, and Shego was about to interrupt with another demand he turn around or else, when he suddenly stood, brandishing the ray gun. Shego gasped and took a step back, actually caught off guard before she increased the glow of her hands.

The villain hesitated, seeming surprised a moment before he rolled his eyes.

"Please," he said, and then aimed the ray gun at the safe. He fired, but to his surprise, the door was undamaged.

Shego smirked, finally relaxing her stance and crossing her arms.

"It's been reinforced," she said plainly, glad to finally have a one-up on the villain, though she wasn't sure why.

"Nghn... Gah...you open it then," he said, turning the ray gun on her.

Shego wasn't sure why, but something about the man's snarl didn't seem terribly threatening anymore. And while the weapon pointing at her still made her nervous, she wasn't about to show it.

"Psh, yeah right. Turn this thing around and I won't have them throw every charge in the book at you."

The villain narrowed his eyes and grumbled something incoherent in seeming annoyance before his expression suddenly cleared. He gave her one last annoyed glance before turning to sit down again. Shego stared in confusion, wondering if he had in fact decided to listen to her.

After several seconds of silence she carefully stepped around to the far side of the compartment, opposite the safe. She glanced at the laser guns her glow had destroyed earlier before cautiously stepping forward more to watch the villain as he pushed several buttons in succession on the console.

Shego felt suddenly uncomfortable with his silence, though he still looked mildly annoyed if his twisted brow was any indication. But he had clearly changed tactics if the ray gun lying nearly twelve inches from him on another part of the console was any indication.

"I'm serious," she continued a bit uncertainly. "If you cooperate, they won't go as hard on you. I could even put in a good word since you didn't..."

She trailed off as the man turned and his expression of annoyance morphed into an enigmatic smile. Her discomfort grew under his stare as he looked her over for the second time, more searchingly than before.

"Why are you green?" he suddenly queried.

Shego took a step back in surprise, feeling a familiar defensive anger and...something else she couldn't explain. Whatever it was though stirred dangerously at the sensations she had been struggling to quell as of late.

"Why are you blue?" she countered, rather than telling him off. It was none of his business. Although...she found it curious that the villain seemed to have not heard of Team Go at all, even if he wasn't from Go City.

The man frowned. "Lab accident. What's the source of your power?"

Shego's expression mirrored his and she crossed her arms. "None of your business."

The villain looked thoughtful for a moment before he shrugged and turned back to the controls.

"No matter," he said casually.

Shego's own eyes narrowed as she felt the atypical unease swirl deeper within her.

"Why?" she asked.

He gave her a half-glance. "You'll still be useful to me, but I would have liked to have known more about your powers. I do like to fully utilize my assets," he finished, his grin devious.

The unease Shego felt rose to a clanging alarm in her ears, and she took a step back even as her hands ignited.

"I'm not your 'asset,'" she fairly spat at him.

The villain rolled his eyes.

"You must not have been trained very well," he fairly muttered.

Shego let her glow go out as she was again taken aback. "What do you mean?" she queried, crossing her arms again and retreating another step.

"If you weren't taught to use everything around you to your advantage, then whoever got you started weren't very good themselves, Miss Superhero."

The villain began staring down at a screen on the console and was seeming to ignore the flying of the giant robot. She supposed it had some sort of auto-pilot.

She rubbed her arms against the chill she realized was settling in the compartment due to the hole she had burned in it, and wondered just what this villain planned to do with her if not utilize her powers. He certainly couldn't take her in a fight, ray gun or no. Despite his assumptions, she was more than well-trained. She just didn't use lethal force because...she was a hero. Heroes didn't kill people. But if she had to, in defense of her life or the public, she would.

'Is he that dangerous?'

Shego eyed the villain again. His eyes had turned to the singed spot on his shirt front, and he began rubbing at it. This only made it worse, spreading bits of ash across the pale fabric, and with a scowl he stood up and began taking it off.

Shego stared wide-eyed as beneath the fine fabric the man was well-muscled, but not in the same way as her elder brother—he was simply well-toned. She could see some curls of chest hair peeking out from the top of his black tank top, and she was struck with the realization that this fellow she was staring at wasn't a young college boy like her usual dates. This was a man.

She felt a stronger rush of the sort of feelings that heroines and virgins simply should not have.

"My mother gave me this..." the man muttered in consternation as he tossed the shirt onto the still-smoldering blue lab coat. But when his scowling expression rose to meet hers, his eyes widened.

Shego looked away with a fierce blush, knowing she'd been caught, and the embarrassing feelings she was fighting only intensified. She wondered if the improper thoughts were written that plainly on her face, or if he would simply think she was studying him. She glanced back when she didn't hear any movement, finally lifting her eyes to his, unable to help herself from admiring his form on her way up again.

The uncertainty with which he was watching her was different than before, and this time he was the one to suddenly turn away, clearing his throat as he retook his seat.

"You may as well sit, it's a long flight."

Shego looked at the second chair in the compartment for the first time, realizing the flying robot had been made for a copilot. She approached it...and then stepped past it to lean back against the console next to him, her nerves still tingling for more reasons than one. He leaned away and gave a scoff of disgust before busying himself with something on the screen again.

"Where are we going?" Shego asked.

"My lair," the villain replied curtly.

Shego thought a moment. "What's your plot?"

He gave her a brief glance through narrowed eyes. "To take over the world."

Shego laughed aloud, and the man's scowl deepened as he glared at her. Her laughter stopped abruptly as she saw something flashing in his dark, focused eyes.

"Wait, you're serious?"

"Of course I am! Why else would I say it?"

Shego considered the other villains she had fought and their petty schemes, usually themed, and always overdone. This was the first time any villain had had such lofty goals. But considering the giant robot, she expected he was probably ultimately no different from the rest. Perhaps he simply had better resources.

"Why?" she asked simply, biting back the sarcastic comments that had wanted to fly out of her mouth. She shouldn't tempt fate when she didn't really have control of the situation. Although she noticed he'd made no move to pick up the ray gun when she'd sat on his console.

"So the world will know my genius!" he declared, his tone crisp and defiant.

Shego blinked at him, curious at the lack of a long-winded rant. Perhaps he really wasn't like other villains.

"That's it?"

"There is a chair," the villain said, gesturing with an open palm. It was surprisingly polite, given their fight mere minutes before.

Shego crossed her legs and arms and smirked lightly.

"So what are you going to do with me, then?" she asked, beginning to feel her usual cockiness return.

"Hold you for ransom, since you won't cooperate," the man said plainly, his focus back on his screen. "I'm sure you'll fetch a pretty penny. More than what's in that safe," he finished, gesturing roughly over his shoulder.

Shego's brow rose. Her first instinct was to laugh at the notion that anyone ever could take her captive, but instead she found herself imagining a barred dungeon, perhaps underground, like something out of a fairy tale. Then she realized she had never seen a villain's lair outside of Go City and wondered what this man's might be like, since he had the capability to build a giant robot. Or at least buy one.

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked, the words slipping out before she could stop them as the potential images swirled in her mind, along with more thoughts she shouldn't have about certain treatment of prisoners.

"I just answered—"

The villain stopped when his eyes reached hers, his brow rising. Color came to Shego's cheeks again and she glanced over to the other chair, thinking it might be safer to sit farther from the man after all with her thoughts betraying her every few moments.

She had just taken a breath and decided to move, when the man shifted in his seat, the chair swiveling towards her slightly as his hunched posture suddenly relaxed and he studied her with a new curiosity in his eyes. Her cheeks flushed again, and she recrossed her legs as his eyes left her face after a moment, his own cheeks coloring as he gave her another once-over.

"Who are you? Where do you come from? Why are you green?"

"Whoa, slow your roll Mr. Mad Scientist," she said. "Pick one."

Something about her words sent something new flashing through his eyes. They turned hard suddenly as he drew a breath, but then softened back to an even deeper curiosity. He leaned back in the chair and stroked his chin as he studied her.

"Why are you green?"

"An accident. What's with the scar?"

"...An accident," he replied, looking slightly uncomfortable. He looked about to speak again, but then paused to consider his words. Shego watched as intelligence and indecision raced behind his eyes, and her heart pounded as the images of a dungeon persisted in her mind, furthered now to her being held in ridiculous oversized chains.

There was an uneasy swirl in her stomach as she began to question herself and wonder where these...bizarre, to put it kindly, thoughts had come from. She tried to put them out of her mind and focus instead on what was important—namely, commandeering the robot and not incapacitating her captor so much as he couldn't tell her how to pilot it back to Go City.

She felt another wash of...something as she realized she had effectively labeled herself the man's prisoner, even though technically they were sitting at an awkward truce.

Weren't they?

She realized that they weren't, and that he did in fact consider her a captive and no threat to him at all. Her anger started boiling again against the unfairly attractive blue villain, and she stood and turned to unleash her fury on him in a verbal assault. But her words were halted by the smirk on his face as he stared...at her chest.

Her quick movement had startled him however, and the villain's face flushed and he looked appropriately guilty. Shego's anger wasn't quelled, but everything she had been feeling before came back in a stronger rush, and she was suddenly lost for words.

"I...think you should sit down, Miss Superhero," the villain said at last, his throat sounding a bit dry.

Shego looked at the chair again, and hesitated.

"Who usually flies copilot?" she asked, suddenly reluctant to take the way out of the growing awkwardness that he had offered.

The villain looked confused. "No one."

"Then why is it there?"

"Have you had a change of mind?" he asked suddenly, looking annoyed.

"What?"

"Unless all of this..." he gesticulated uselessly at her with both hands as his brow knit, "means you're going to start cooperating and tell me about your power, then I'd rather you stop."

Shego thought she knew what he meant, but that flutter in her chest wouldn't go away. And the curiosity to pry greater understanding out of the embarrassing sensations she kept feeling guilty over—but not enough to stop entertaining—was increasing rapidly beyond her point of control.

In a flash, options that horrified her sensibilities were racing through her head—options that went far deeper than her fanciful imaginings.

'No one would ever know...'

Her gaze focused back on the villain who was looking at her in frustration and perplexity. She swallowed nervously, her heart seeming to pound out of her chest as she chose her words and spoke slowly.

"S-So...what do you do with your hostages...Mr. Mad Scientist?"

"I've already told—"

He stopped suddenly, blinking in wild confusion. Shego had already begun to relax from her offensive stance and took the moment to sit against the console again, this time leaning back on her hands and leaving her legs uncrossed. She tilted her chin up towards him slightly, unable to conjure anything resembling a flirty look like she had imagined many a time in her dreams of various circumstances like what she was trying to encourage.

The villain's own posture relaxed and he slowly pushed himself up out of his seat. Shego's heart raced further as he towered over her, and she felt a pain stirring in her loins she'd never experienced as with a fierce blush she didn't hide her roaming gaze that appreciated the muscles of his chest, arms, and shoulders, finally settling on his attractive, roguish face again.

He still looked a bit confused, but the confidence was returning to his eyes, and something else she was unfamiliar with. He cleared his throat, his voice sounding lower as he finally spoke.

"What would you like me to do with you?"

Shego felt her throat go dry as more sensations took hold of her at his dark yet silken voice. There was no question now that he understood exactly what refused to leave her mind. As she failed to answer he took a step nearer, practically eliminating any chance she had to flee should she change her mind.

"That's a lovely perfume you're wearing," he commented, studying her now wholly with that different look she couldn't identify.

"Thank you," she said, fearing her voice came out in a squeak. She suddenly realized she had no idea what to do at this point. Every fantasy in her head before this point had occurred on a generic sofa, with her wearing her best dress after a romantic date. Not looking windblown and wearing her sweat-stained Team Go uniform.

"To answer your question..." he said, his voice slightly hesitant. Her eyes locked on his as her breath caught. "I treat my prisoners...very well."

Shego felt alien sensations race through her at the same time she felt her heart was going to escape her chest. Part of her wanted to stop, to run, or say something to halt the course she had put herself on with this...villain. But too many other parts of her were screaming in stark contrast to the reason she was still clinging to.

The villain lifted a hand and reached halfway toward her, hesitant himself, his brow raised in question. Shego released a shaky breath, forcing a small measure of relaxation into her tense limbs, and gave the blue-skinned man a smile that she hoped didn't show off her nerves.

She didn't move as his hand found her arm. She was aware of her chest heaving as his hand slid to her shoulder and he moved nearer. Suddenly, his hand was gripping her flesh tightly and her breath caught as his other hand held the ray gun up to her chest. She had been taken utterly by surprise and was completely at a loss, ashamed for thinking this was something she could get away with. Why would a villain bent on world conquest stop to indulge her fantasies? It was something out of fiction that didn't happen in real life.

"You...you are serious." The villain's incredulous voice brought her out of her thoughts, and she saw he had lowered the ray gun.

Shego blinked in surprise as he released her arm and began pacing a small circle in front of her, scratching his scalp with the ray gun. She realized either something in her face or manner had convinced him that the incredibly weak seduction wasn't in fact a trick, as he had clearly believed. She wasn't sure what to say in that moment, her nerves now racing out of control and with too many sensations to process.

"Why would you...? You're a superhero! And...me?" he spluttered.

Shego was attempting to make sense of and process his ramblings as he continued on, wringing his hands after he dropped the ray gun carelessly on his chair. She felt too many things suddenly: humiliation over the entire situation, both for being bested and for being caught in her youthful lust and rejected, not to mention a sudden wondering of what would happen afterward if she went through with it. The villain was right—she was a superhero and was supposed to be bringing him to justice. Not trying to bring sexual fantasies to life.

And yet, as she watched the man continue to pace and ramble—was he even using real words anymore?—kicking his burned shirt and lab coat in the process, something within her made a decision.

She advanced on the man, startling him when her gloved hands grabbed the straps of his black tank top. And then her lips halted his words when they pressed against his.

For a moment there was nothing but a stillness, and the sound of wind rushing outside the hole in the compartment. But then the man's lips moved against hers. Shego realized in a panic that she didn't know how to kiss, and he must have too as he pulled away with confusion. As a word of question started to leave his lips, she silenced him by pulling him back to her, one arm going up around his shoulders.

He sucked in a breath, but kissed her back instantly, and with her heart pounding she tried to mimic his movements in response. She suddenly became aware of his hands on her waist, his fingers gripping her flesh tightly, and her heart beat ever harder. She was overwhelmed, panic amid her wild senses as she tried to process everything happening. But before she could find anything to respond to he pulled away slightly.

"For seeming to want this so much, you're not very into it," the villain said with a hint of annoyance.

This served to focus Shego's fire, and she pulled away with a growl and began yanking off her gloves. The man's brow rose in surprise, and then Shego found herself suddenly faced with another choice. She hoped the uncertainty didn't show on her face when her eyes flicked to his, and then she set her bare hands on his chest. His skin was warm through the tank top, and she let her fingers explore his flesh for just a moment before trailing them down his softer midsection and beginning to pull the shirt from his waistband.

"Hmmm," the man hummed, and Shego looked up to see him smiling. Shego paused in what she was doing and looked up at him with what she hoped was a confident smirk. "Going to finish the job?"

Shego realized she had paused, and with her heart pounding she began pulling the man's tank top up over his head and off. She didn't look to see where it fell when she dropped it, her eyes instead wide on the now half-nude man only inches from her. She hesitated for just a moment before remembering his annoyance, and then set her hands on his shoulders. And after another moment she let one hand begin traveling down his blue chest while the other explored the toned muscles of his arm.

"I noticed you don't wear a bra under that suit of yours. Make a habit of sleeping with the villains you take in?"

If it was possible, Shego's face flushed more. She wasn't about to explain that she used to wear one, but lately as her hormones had become out of control she was experimenting with the lack of one, enjoying the thrill of feeling more exposed, not to mention the way the zings of sensation she was occasionally gifted with by the suit's fabric rubbing against her nipples.

"Notice anything else?" she quipped, ignoring the latter part of his comment and finding her throat dry. She glanced at his face again, but her attention was on the bold and dangerous action of her hands. She had enjoyed the feel of his bicep and now had both hands on his torso, one sliding below his chest muscles and noting the darker blue of his nipples, while her other hand found the trail of darker hairs that began just above his navel and disappeared beneath his belt.

"Your hands are colder than I expected, with your fire powers," the villain said plainly.

Shego realized it was nerves causing the cool of her touch, and she hoped her hands weren't clammy as she felt him up.

"Sorry," she said before she could think about it. She realized that there should probably be some further advancement on one of their parts besides her fascinated exploration of his body, but before she could decide what to do he had brought his hands to hold one of hers.

"Come on," he said, his voice suddenly soft and tender. Shego let him lead her to a hatch in the floor she'd failed to notice previously, and when he pressed a button to open it she saw it led to a second compartment inside the giant robot.

He let go of her hand to climb down the ladder, and after he'd stepped aside she merely hopped down. They stood in a tiny hall with many doors, and he opened one and stepped through, Shego following close behind.

Her brow rose when revealed within were very small living quarters. A small bed against a wall, a kitchenette, and another door that surely led to a bathroom. Her heart thudded up to her throat.

"It's not much, but it's better than doing it against the console," he said bluntly as he took her hand again and led her toward the bed.

Shego wasn't sure she could feel her legs as they propelled her forward, her eyes fixed unblinking on the tiny bed with its plain white pillowcase and red blanket. This was really going to happen. She had forced this to happen.

She wanted it to happen.

When they reached the bedside she stopped him with a tug on his hand. He turned to her, and she grabbed his other hand and then set them both on her waist.

"The zipper's in the back, but...you have to undo the belt first," she said, hoping the tremor in her voice wasn't noticeable.

Shego couldn't read the man's face as he began to comply wordlessly, leaning over her shoulder to watch what he was doing. She hesitantly returned her hands to his skin, and her heart raced differently as she let herself begin to enjoy what she was doing. But her admiration of the man was halted when his lips found hers again.

She was able to focus more this time, cautiously testing what she could do with her lips as she moved them against his, memorizing his actions and then trying to make them her own. She realized she had lost herself in the warm caresses when she felt her suit's zipper being slid down her back, releasing pressure from the garment. She hadn't felt her belt being removed, nor had she felt her own arms go around the man's back. She held him tighter, nerves sweeping her again as she realized her own body was about to be exposed. But any concern was arrested as his tongue suddenly joined in the action of their mouths. She met the clearly more experienced man's touch as she had that of his lips, letting the sensations carry her away and learning as she experimented with responses.

He seemed to enjoy everything she did, if the low hum from his chest was any indication. She became aware that her hands had been roaming, feeling over his exposed upper-half and she finally gripped his shoulders and began kneading the flesh there as she was already feeling pleasure beyond her imagination.

She let out an embarrassing whimper of protest as suddenly, the man pulled his lips and tongue away from hers. She kept her eyes closed, in fear she would open them and find it all another fantasy. The dungeon and chains came back to mind.

"Going to need to let go..."

She almost mumbled an immature 'no' in response, but realized he needed her arms free so he could remove her suit. Her chest thudded as she realized she was about to be naked in front of a man for the first time, and she swallowed nervously as she let go and took a small step out of the embrace.

His fingers were gentle as they pulled the top of the jumpsuit down from her shoulders, and further. His breath caught, and Shego felt a rush along with a chill as the cool air sent goosebumps across her skin and firmed her jade-hued nipples into peaks. She glanced down at herself, and then up at the man's eyes that were fixed on her breasts in fascination. He had halted his movements in unclothing her, and Shego shakily took up the task. The man startled, seeming embarrassed himself for a moment as his eyes briefly met hers before fixing back on her breasts as if he had never seen any before.

'Maybe he...? No.' Shego, dismissed the thought. Anyone who kissed like him must have experience.

Her arms freed, Shego paused before tugging the jumpsuit down her hips. She should sit to remove her boots first.

"I think..." she began, but the man blinked out of his stupor again and sat down on the edge of the bed himself, yanking off his boots in a hurry. He seemed almost desperate, and for the first time Shego noted the prominent protrusion from inside his blue trousers. Heart pounding, she sat down herself and took her boots off with trembling hands. An uneasy feeling had begun to fill her chest, but there was no turning back...was there?

She turned at the sound of a frustrated grunt, and watched the man continually failing to undo his belt buckle. She swallowed nervously and set her trembling hands over his, and they stilled. His eyes met hers in...awe? She didn't understand that look. But her course set, she tried more slowly to undo his belt and hoped he didn't notice it was giving her just as much trouble.

But his eyes had descended again, and his hands had moved to hover in the air just above her green breasts that heaved with each breath. Shego didn't understand his sudden seeming hesitation, but she didn't get a chance to question it. Because in the next moment, blue fingertips were moving delicately over her skin. His palms moved to cup her breasts from beneath, and she shivered even as the warmth of his hands diminished her chill. His touch was almost reverent as he slowly explored the flesh, and amid his tender touches she finally managed to undo his belt buckle.

"Okay," she said, and he blinked in confusion several times before understanding.

He leaned back and quickly shuffled out of his pants, leaving him in plain white boxers. Shego could see the dark silhouette of what was straining to break free from them, and she felt a pooling of liquid and a new rush of pain in her loins as instinct demanded a hastening of their actions. She stood and shimmied out of the rest of her suit, peeling it down her legs slowly and lifting them out by necessity. When she glanced up, she was startled to see the man tightly gripping his private part with one hand through the boxers. She felt a strange mix of sensations then—an odd disgust, but also...flattery.

Finally clad in only her black briefs, she took a small step back to let him survey her. And it was clear he was doing just that, from his wide eyes that traveled over her form with a hunger she'd never seen in a person before.

"I need to..." he said, his voice strained. He grimaced and looked away, his hand releasing what was still hidden in his boxers. He looked back to her. "Come here."

Shego stepped forward and sat down on the bed again, uncertain what exactly was next. She knew what was supposed to happen of course. But it seemed so awkward to just...take their underwear off and do it. Was that how it was supposed to happen?

The villain again demonstrated his superior knowledge as he shifted nearer to her, one hand finding her breast again as his other moved beneath her hair to cup the back of her head. Shego was soon lost in the glorious caress of his lips again, and she felt herself being laid down on the bed gently from his mere presence. In a moment he was lying beside her and half above her, one hand massaging her breast while the fingers of his other wove gently into her hair. Shego kissed him back with passion, no longer caring about her technique. Her hands roamed his body freely, exploring and caressing every facet of him. A need deep within her had been ignited, and it wanted him more than anything in that moment.

His fingers twirled around her nipple, gently flicking over the peak of it until it ached with the same pain as her crotch, and when she felt it was unbearable his hand moved to her other breast. It was pleasure, beyond anything she had imagined, and she wanted to do the same for him. But before she could summon the courage to ask how his lips left hers and began suckling at her neck.

"Onhh..." A soft moan left her lips, followed by more as his lips didn't stay on her neck, but trailed slowly toward her chest. Her heart raced with this new possibility she hadn't conceived of, and soon she was lost in ecstasy, her back arching as his lips and hands teased flesh she hadn't realized was so sensitive. She knew her panties would need washing and wanted to be free of them, but her hands couldn't seem to do anything but alternately grip different parts of his back as he sent electricity to her every nerve ending with each caress, nibble, and kiss.

"C-Can I...?" she finally said breathlessly, knowing surely there was something she could do for him, though she wasn't sure what.

His lips slowly left the flesh of her breast with a gentle pop where he had been suckling, and he looked up at her in a mixture of surprise, amusement, and excitement.

"I wasn't done...but I won't say no."

He shifted off of her then, lying in the narrow space between her and the wall, and Shego's heart leapt to her throat as he deftly pulled off his boxers. She stared wide-eyed at the dark blue of the first adult penis she'd seen, bobbing slightly before it settled, pointing straight up.

With a rush of nerves, Shego hastened to slip off her own black briefs, before realizing exactly what he had said. He was lying back on the bed, hands folded beneath his head, grinning at her and waiting for...something. The puzzle pieces came together in her head in an instant, considering her desire to do something to please him, the actions of his hands and lips upon her breasts, and her breathless, desperate request.

Shego had heard plenty of jokes and innuendos from her high school years onward, but she had never actually imagined her lips upon a man's...

She swallowed nervously and shifted closer to him, folding her legs under her. When she looked at his face, she noted him observing her crotch. She felt a rush of embarrassment and the instinct to hide herself. But instead, after taking a few deep breaths through her nose to calm herself, she shifted to move her knees apart, giving him an even more exposed view. She wondered if he would find her un-shaved appearance detestable, but...he wasn't shaved either.

'Do men even...?'

She broke free from that train of thought and gave another glance to his wide eyes that were still locked on her womanhood, his expression unreadable. She looked back to his manhood and wondered what exactly she was supposed to do to pleasure him, and hoping she would get it right. The very idea of touching him at all, let alone with her lips, sent a new bolt of electricity across her nerves.

She started slowly as he had, placing her flat palm upon his chest. His eyes leapt to hers, and she grinned as she slowly began drawing her fingers down, pausing briefly to rub at one nipple which elicited a small hiss from his lips. Apparently that pleasure went both ways, and her grin broadened. So far, so good.

She felt down to his navel and began gently tangling her fingers in the dark, curled hairs. When her fingertips reached the heat of his erection, she drew them up the dark blue length ever so slowly, each one gently grazing the small moist spot at the very tip.

The man released a shuddering breath, watching in fascination as she then tentatively wrapped her entire hand around him—not the easiest task—and gently stroked all the way down until her hand met the dark hairs again and the softness of his scrotum. She noted the way the man had tensed when she moved, and took it as a good sign. She repeated the action, sliding her hand up and down, increasing the pressure each time.

"Onh! Ungh..." the man gasped and groaned, and she watched his fingers dig the bedspread and clutch it tightly.

Shego felt a shudder run through him as she released the shaft she was sure she felt throbbing within her grasp. The man looked to her in dismay, but then his eyes widened again as she shifted closer, throwing her tangled hair over one shoulder where it fell across his legs as she positioned her face over him. She licked her kiss-swollen lips and leaned down. He smelt of salt, and something musky that appealed to her as she uncertainly brought her lips closer, watching as the dark blue member twitched of its own accord.

She finally dared to place her lips upon the tip. She grasped the base again, holding it gently between thumb and index finger as she parted her lips and slid them down, and took in the salty taste. She didn't go down too far, the girth a bit much for her and not knowing how far she was supposed to go anyway. But she suckled him as she slid back up, adding pressure from the tip of her tongue and letting her teeth graze the soft flesh as his had grazed her nipple.

When her lips left him, she took a breath to repeat the action. But a sudden incoherent sound from the man and his hand on her upper arm stopped her.

"I..." he drew out the word, "think that's enough of that," he finished quickly, pulling her up and sitting upright himself, shifting closer to her. Shego held her breath in alarm, horrified that she might have hurt him or done poorly. But something in his frantic expression said it was something else.

They regarded each other then, and she finally registered just how uncertain he was. But before she could think of anything to say, he had wrapped his arms around her and his mouth was on hers, kissing her tenderly. His touch was no longer to arouse or entice, but simply gentle, holding her almost delicately as he seemed to pour something of himself into her through the caress of his lips. She responded in kind, feeling herself relax in his arms as she kissed him back. His hands felt slowly over her back and she matched the movement, simply enjoying the man in her arms.

They weren't close enough for her liking, and after a minute Shego rose on her knees and moved to straddle his folded ones. Her cheeks colored as she knew the dripping of her own arousal was now touching his thighs, but he only broke the kiss for a moment to pull her closer to him, his hands reaching down and grasping her rear and tugging her upward. His penis lay heavily against her stomach as he pulled her chest tight to his and resumed kissing her, almost as if his life depended on it. Her heart pounded with something she'd never felt before, from some secret place deep inside of her as she met him in the new, unknown feelings, kissing him back with fervor.

She wasn't sure how long it lasted, the more gentle touches eventually leading back to enticing ones amid their desperate kissing. His hand slipped between them to grasp her breast possessively, and hers reached down to claim his arousal with firm strokes. Finally, his lips broke from hers and began kissing her shoulder as he began shifting on the bed. Shego realized in a moment he was beginning to lie her down on her back. Her heart raced again, as if the present pleasure wasn't enough. More was about to come and she would finally know what it was she seemed to be burning for beyond her ability to control.

"Miss Superhero..." the man breathed as his lips grazed her collarbone.

She was laid gently upon her back, her head on the pillow. She realized that somehow he had shoved the blanket aside against the wall, and her back was on a clean, white sheet. Her arms flew to his shoulders as he moved away from her, but it was only to worship her breasts with further nips and suckling kisses. She writhed beneath him as the burning in her loins rose to an unbearable degree.

"May I...know your name?" he asked, looking up at her suddenly.

Shego startled slightly, realizing they hadn't exchanged names. She was seconds away from having sex for the first time in her life, and all she knew about the man was that he was a blue-skinned villain with a scar and a giant robot, wanted to take over the world, and whose mother gave him nice shirts.

She opened her mouth to speak, and then wondered...which name to give him. Before she could decide, he was speaking again.

"I like 'Mr. Mad Scientist,' but my moniker is Dr. Drakken. Or you could call me...Drew."

Shego looked at the villain's suddenly shy smile as he hovered over her. She took a breath.

"No one really calls me Sheena anymore... Everyone just calls me...Shego."

"Sheena is a pretty name," the villain...Dr. Drakken...Drew...replied. "And...Shego... Meaning Go City?"

Shego blushed in embarrassment. "Yes."

"Clever," he said with a smirk.

"I also like 'Miss Superhero,'" she added quickly, not sure what she wanted him to call her.

The villain's—Drew's—smirk only grew, and he shifted, parting her knees and moving his own to rest on the bed between hers. Shego felt her heart race and looked down to watch as the man's large arousal moved toward her. She shifted slightly on the mattress, spreading her legs wider and holding her breath in anticipation.

He reached down, and Shego watched in confusion as he lifted his penis away from where it was supposed to go. But then he began rubbing it against a very sensitive spot above her folds. She heard a gasp and a moan escape her lips as his action sent new fire throughout her body, even to her toes. Then suddenly the pressure was gone, and she looked up at him in awe.

Before she could speak though, she felt a new pressure, exactly where she'd been craving it. She drew in a breath through a gasp, a sudden yearning to be filled taking over almost everything else. She watched the blue length slowly disappear as she felt the pressure penetrate her, firm and direct. It was too much and not enough all at once, and she wished he would push inside faster at the same time she wanted to slowly savor every second.

The man—'Drew,' she impressed upon her brain—groaned in what she hoped was pleasure, his forearms trembling where they were braced on either side of her chest.

"You're...so tight— Wait...wait, how old are you!?" he asked suddenly, his eyes widening in panic.

Shego frowned. "Old enough!" she fairly snarled, angry that he had stopped seemingly barely inside.

"D-Don't lie to me!" he said, all traces of villainy and pleasure suddenly gone from his eyes.

"I'm not," she insisted firmly, regaining her calm. It was nice to know the man had some moral lines he wasn't willing to cross. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders. "Now...make love to me, Dr. Drakken."

She watched as he searched her face for any traces of falsehood, but she couldn't wait any longer. She held his shoulders tightly as she rocked her hips upward, taking in more of him.

He groaned again and gave up on his trembling forearms, lowering himself to his elbows. She missed the view of cobalt blue vanishing into the shadows of honeydew green, but was grateful for the increase of the very needed pressure.

"Dr. D— Oh," she gasped as suddenly he was all the way inside. She wrapped her arms more tightly around him, pulling him down to her chest. He obliged, holding her shoulders as he set his face beside hers. He groaned with need as he lifted his hips, and she whimpered at the retraction of what was a perfect fit. And then he pushed inside again.

Shego realized she'd only experienced the tip of the iceberg with that first thrust. It was the most amazing feeling she had ever experienced. She tilted her head and kissed his ear impulsively.

"More," she breathed.

"Don't rush me, woman," he countered. Shego was taken aback, but before she could protest he took a breath and continued. "You want this to last, don't you?"

"Mmhm," she acknowledged through a nod as he turned his head to face her. There was almost a desperation in his eyes as he regarded her. She had no idea what her face looked like in that moment, and only hoped nothing too humiliating was written there. She couldn't have faked any expression if she wanted to.

"Me too," he said. And he kissed her sloppily before lifting his hips and slowly pushing into her again. And again.

Shego allowed what were probably horrible sounds to escape her throat with the slow rise and fall of his hips. Each time he sank into her deeply, penetrating her to her utter limit. There was perhaps a hint of pain when she felt his tip reach her cervix, but it was always eclipsed by the pleasure as she found herself lost in the sensations she craved more of with each passing second.

It was bliss. The encompassing of him, and the departure with promise of return. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he was moving in a slow but steady rhythm, pulling out slowly and pushing in with force, his hips pressing against hers firmly each time. She was aware of the heat and sweat building between them, as well as the strange wet sounds of their union as a very concrete evidence that it wasn't all in her head.

She was surprised then as Drew pushed himself back up on his elbows, quivering slightly. His expression was taut, but it relaxed as he looked down at her. He laughed through a grin, and then moved his knees further apart. Shego felt her hip joints starting to ache, and after a moment and with a blush she brought her feet up and crossed them behind his back. Drew chuckled as he resumed his thrusting, her heels now bouncing atop his buttocks with each one.

"Onhh..." Shego groaned as every moment seemed to bring a greater fulfillment and wholeness she'd not known she lacked. It was something more than the sex, but...she didn't know what it was. She looped her arms around his neck and stared up at him. "You're so good at this."

Drew looked up from where he'd been admiring her bouncing breasts, blinking in surprise.

"Thank you," he said after a moment, not seeming sure if that was the correct response. And then even more uncertainly, "So are you."

Shego wondered if the blush would ever leave her cheeks, but she was elated to know it wasn't obvious that she lacked experience, even though she didn't think she was helping in the slightest through the endeavor.

"Thank you...Dr. Drakken," she settled on, almost calling him her own nickname for him again. "Now, kiss me again."

Drew chuckled and his brow rose. "Who is whose captive, hmm?" he quipped, before leaning down to place a warm, lingering kiss on her mouth. She nibbled at his lower lip when he made to pull away, and was rewarded with another kiss.

She had hoped sex would be wonderful, but she hadn't expected it to feel so transcendent. She felt complete in a way she hadn't known she was missing. Each heavy thrust of his hips caused the small bed to creak as he drove her into the mattress, and she wanted it to last forever.

"Mmmmh," she sighed deliriously, letting one of her hands fall from his shoulders. It landed in the tangle of her hair next to the pillow, and she closed her eyes as she relished every moment of the man's body joined with hers. "Oh, Dr. Drakken..." she murmured.

"I also liked 'Dr. D.,'" he said then, and Shego blinked at him. When had she called him that?

"Well you sure...know how to use it," she said breathlessly, opening her eyes as she smirked and hoped he'd catch her joke.

He must have for the widening of his eyes. He seemed to think for a moment, and then he sighed.

"I can't think of anything to go with 'Shego,'" he said.

Shego realized he'd been trying to think of an innuendo that fit her name. She attempted it for a moment, but more-so she was curious if couples usually had casual or amusing conversations during sex. She certainly hadn't expected it.

"That's fine. I have enough problems with that sort of thing just being me."

"What do you mean?" Drew asked, his brow furrowing.

Shego glanced away with a small grimace. "A lot of people want to go to bed with a super-heroine," she said with disgust. "You're one of the only ones who hasn't leered, actually."

Drew looked away guiltily. "You just didn't catch me, then..."

Shego considered the looks she'd seen him give her in the compartment above. "I was encouraging it, remember?"

His expression cleared and he smirked at her. "I'm...still surprised," he admitted, becoming breathless from trying to talk through the physical exertion. "I thought it was just a tactic to capture me."

Shego wondered idly if flirting with villains was something she should use to her advantage in the future, but it wasn't anything she could focus on at the moment. She was still lost in the perfect feel of him smoothly sliding in and out of her at a steady, unhurried pace.

She wasn't entirely sure what was happening with their anatomy anymore, as she was too lost in the sensations. Their joining in intimacy seemed to be a perfect fit, he snug inside of her with each complete thrust. She wanted to voice to him what she was feeling—that his warmth filling her seemed to be everything she'd always needed, even though she'd not realized she'd lacked; that he'd always been meant to be within her, and that every single joining sent tingles of electric pleasure through her entire body—but she was far too embarrassed to say any of it, and felt it would give her away.

"No," she answered his question plainly, unable to say more. She lifted one hand to loosen his ponytail, curious what his hair looked like free. He seemed surprised at her action for a moment, but made no comment. His gaze had returned to her breasts, and Shego was thrilled that they pleased him. She studied his face then while he wasn't watching hers, noting again the prominent scar under his left eye. She wondered if he'd attained it in a villainous pursuit. And she wondered what, besides an otherworldly comet, could induce blue skin in a person.

His hair loosened only made him more attractive, and she watched the sway of it over his shoulders in time with his deep thrusts. Her gaze traveled to his shoulders then, where she could see his muscles quivering from holding him up over her. He was so strong, yet still gentle with her. She had definitely made the right decision in following her urges.

She was missing the heavier weight of his body atop hers however, as well as his hands and lips on her breasts. When she looked at his face again he seemed to be in deep concentration, and she wondered if he was tiring. She hoped not; she never wanted the sex to end.

She debated suggesting they flip over to put her on top, like she'd seen in movies, to give him a rest. But then she feared her lack of experience would be revealed entirely. As he never faltered in moving in and out of her, she tried to imagine possible techniques. Should she lay atop him and raise and lower her hips as he did? Should she sit back on her knees and bounce up and down?

"I..." Drew began breathlessly, looking worried, and Shego made the decision.

"Turn over."

"Hn?"

"You've been working hard," she said with a smirk. "I should do a little."

His eyes cleared with the understanding, and Shego feared the loss of fullness when they turned. But instead he gripped her body tightly to his as they rolled in the small space, keeping them joined in intimacy. And in the next moment she found herself lying on his chest, his hands on her back and gently pulling her hair aside. His dark locks were splayed around his head on the pillow, and she had a sudden desire to run her fingers through them. Instead she propped herself up with her elbows on his chest, the sudden unease about how to proceed stopping her.

Drew was looking down at her chest again, and curiously she followed his gaze. Propped up the way she was, her breasts were still pressed to his chest but partially hanging, demonstrating a very attractive cleavage.

"You're so hot," he said, his eyes remaining on her chest.

Shego felt the flush come to her cheeks anew, and also a slight panic as she suddenly realized that she couldn't use the same technique he had. At least she wasn't confident in it. Reluctantly, she pushed off of his chest and folded her knees beside his hips as she sat back upon him. This pushed him even deeper within her, changing the angle and causing everything to tighten.

The look on Drakken's face was fascination—he was still staring at her chest—and what she hoped was pleasure as he seemed to be straining. She wanted to ask if he felt the same fullness and completion, but felt that would also give her away. And probably seem...too intimate, if there were such a thing with what they were doing.

Uncertainty still ruled her head, but her body was demanding the now-absent thrusting action. So she carefully rose up on her knees, feeling the tightness through the reluctant retraction of his hard length, and an emptiness that followed. She didn't dare go too far, fearing the complete loss of him, and slowly lowered herself down again.

"Ungh. Shego," was Drew's response, his hands flying to her hips. She knew in that moment she'd done well, and repeated the laboriously slow action, taking great care to not part them.

She was now making love to him, she realized, as she carefully found a rhythm, and a peace filled her as she caught sight of his face. He was still watching the sway and bounce of her soft breasts, but there was also a pleasure and calm in his expression that told her simply...all was well, and right.

She braced herself on his chest with her palms as she felt the absence of the speed when he'd been in charge and carefully attempted to move her hips faster. One of Drew's hands moved to her breast, cupping it and letting it bounce against his fingers for several moments before he began to massage the flesh again, his thumb turning over her nipple repeatedly.

Shego allowed the gasps and moans to leave her lips again as she felt an instinctual drive wanting to take over her hips. But they simply weren't sure what to do. Instead she halted with him fully inside her, pressing their pubic bones together as her nerve endings fired and she tried to process what action she should be taking. Her body still craved the movement of him within, and she started rolling her hips in slow circles to get more of the euphoric friction.

A loud groan from Drew told her she'd done something right again, and she herself was getting lost in this new sensation as she slowly swiveled her hips atop him, forgetting entirely that she was trying to contemplate how to move quickly. She listened to his groanings increase as she lost herself in the pleasure, aware that one of his hands had begun firmly kneading her rear while the other was still fondling her breasts.

Suddenly, everything stopped and she felt a loss. She gave a cry of dismay as she realized she'd been grabbed and flipped, him pulling out of her in the rapid process. But before she could complain or before the fear she'd made a mistake was fully present, his hands were suddenly spreading her thighs and his face was in between them.

"What...? Oh, oh...Doc...Doctor Drakken," she gasped, her head falling back on the pillow as his lips and tongue suddenly began doing...something, to her, right where he'd rubbed the head of his penis before. As new tingling darts of fire raced over her nerves, she wondered if this was why he had stopped her from pleasing him in the same way—if it was simply too intense. The desire to try it on him again overwhelmed her suddenly, and she was going to ask if she could, but then his touch was gone.

"Hey!" she complained that time, but before she could get anything further out, his masculine presence was looming over her, his blue chest filling her vision. She considered lunging forward to simply do as she pleased with him, but then he was lowering himself again. A wash of relief and excitement caused her entire being to tremble as she watched him guide his even more swollen, dark blue length toward her entrance again.

She was aware that a giggle had slipped past her lips, and it earned a slight relaxing of the tension in his face along with a smile, and she let loose an incoherent cry of pleasure as he slowly pushed within her again.

In a moment they were back where they had started, with his weight covering her, heat and sweat between them as his hips pushed her down into the small mattress. She clung to him in need as his hands gently held her shoulders, his breath hot on her cheek where his face lie beside hers on the pillow.

"Oh Drew, Drew!" she gasped in pure pleasure.

"Sheena..." he whispered her name before kissing her ear.

He must have known what she wanted as he was increasing the speed, each thrust seeming to come faster than the last and seeming to fill her further. All she knew was heat, and the ecstasy of his powerful, unfaltering rhythm as he claimed her, body and soul.

She let herself be lost in the sounds of their gasps for breath, the murmurings of names, and the rapid slapping of flesh on flesh. Suddenly his hands left her shoulders, reaching down and hooking behind her knees to draw her legs up. This changed something suddenly, her eyes widening as a new fire joined the pleasure she already never wanted to end. She felt something begin to build within her.

"Drew...oh, Drew!" she cried loudly, everything else leaving her lips after being incoherent.

"Shego...I..."

Her eyes flew to his face, which was tense and uncertain. Fear that he would stop arrested her mind, and she reached down and firmly gripped his rear with both hands, encouraging the rapid pace to continue. She kissed him, roughly and uncoordinated for how vigorously the bed was shaking, and she felt with confidence she had encouraged him past whatever conflict he was about to voice as he kissed her back ardently.

He was pulling almost fully out of her each time, the tip of his hard length now hitting something inside of her with every fulfilling thrust that heightened her feeling of completion. She felt weightless, and like she was on fire in the best way possible. The building warmth that had been concentrated to the unique spot he was hitting suddenly exploded outward, sending light and the purest of pleasure to every part of her body. It felt like the greatest release of tension at the same time everything within her seemed to coil up tightly, especially where they were joined.

She knew she was screaming. She knew her body was convulsing beneath his. She knew he was still filling her with thrust after heavy thrust, suddenly more rapidly than she knew possible.

It was perfection.

And then within the heat of their union, she felt something new. Drew was groaning atop her as with sudden recklessness he pressed his hips into hers, attempting to drive himself in deeper. His voice seemed almost pained as he loudly let himself lose control, but somehow she knew it was only the same pleasure she was feeling. Her fingers dug into his flesh tightly as their final rapture continued together for time undetermined.

But finally...the thrusting stopped. Shego missed it already. Drew stilled on top of her, his weight becoming heavy as he began to relax from the long exertion. Her arms were limp and felt like they weren't hers as her fingers trailed over his damp skin a short ways until she let the weak limbs fall across the small of his back. He finally released her legs where his forearms had hooked her knees, and she achingly brought her feet up to cross behind him again, this time just below his rear. One of his hands slid between them with effort to find her breast, which he tightly gripped. His other wove into her tangled hair as he continued to gasp for air, his breath hot on her cheek.

Shego simply let her eyes close and rested in the moment, overwhelmed beyond description. She felt the slight softening of his penis within her and was sad again.

A sudden clarity struck her then, causing her eyes to shoot open.

Her lust was finally sated. Everything within her that had been clawing to get out had been awakened, and while she was resting in the greatest satisfaction she had ever known, she already wanted more.

But...she had slept with a stranger. And a villain.

She glanced over at Drew's face, but his eyes were closed. His breaths were starting to slow, and Shego became aware of his fingertips lazily massaging her scalp. And then his lips searched blindly until finding her jaw, and he began kissing her again.

Shego's panic-stricken heart began to relax. He was a stranger, and yet...she felt that she somehow knew him, after what had just happened. She turned enough to meet his lips, letting her eyes fall closed again as he kissed her sweetly and softly. She never would have known he was a villain, after everything that had just happened.

He opened one eye and looked at her face for a moment before lifting his head to look past her. Shego was confused, but then his hand left her hair and began awkwardly tugging the red blanket over them. She watched for a moment and then helped until they were fully covered, and she set her face to stare into his again as she wondered what would happen next.

"It's still a long flight," he said as the only explanation before kissing her again tiredly.

He brushed some sweat-dampened hair from her forehead before moving his fingers into her thick locks again, massaging her scalp only briefly before the movement stilled. His lips seemed tired too, and Shego watched his closed eyes for a moment before glancing around the spartan compartment, and then letting hers fall closed as well.

They were flying over the ocean to parts unknown. And he said hours... It wasn't as if suddenly declaring him her enemy again would accomplish anything.

Drew took a deep breath then, and Shego watched as a peaceful smile slowly curled the corners of his mouth upward. He blinked at her tiredly.

"I've decided..." he began, sounding almost playful, "not to hold you for ransom."

Something in Shego's heart twinged in sadness.

"What?"

"I think..." He took another breath and exhaled as his hand gripped her breast more tightly between them. "...That I just need to keep you for awhile."

In a flash Shego realized that he had no animus against her—quite the opposite, it seemed. He kissed her again, and she met the touch with need, this time she being the one to boldly introduce her tongue into the mix.

"Does your lair have a dungeon?" she asked when they broke for air.

Drew's eyes widened, searching her face in confusion. Shego felt a small flutter in her chest that he clearly intended to continue treating her...well...as his captive. But then as realization struck a fluster came over him. He shifted slightly as a curious and nervous look bloomed on his face.

"Yes...it does."

"With...chains?"

He shifted again and propped himself up above her slightly as he nodded.

"And an alligator pit. I take it you're interested?"

Shego had nothing further in her mind for that particular fantasy, but she was sure she could think of something during the flight to the villain's lair. She bit her lip as she considered various possibilities and wondered what other things foreign to the world of heroism she could discover in Drew's abode.

"Shego?"

She realized she had zoned out and re-focused on his curious eyes. She smirked as she slowly ran her hands down his back again, blushing as she gently cupped his rear.

"Well, I'll need to gather more intel before I try to bring in a super-villain," she said coyly.

To her dismay, Drew pushed himself up and away from her. Although she felt a rush looking at his glistening form and impulsively reached around to run her fingers through his chest hair and down. They were still joined below, and she was elated to feel him definitely firming up again.

"Oh," he said with a grin, his eyes locking onto hers, "I like that even better than 'Mad Scientist.'"

He pressed both palms into the flesh of her breasts before kneading them and rubbing both of her softened nipples. They responded instantly, and Shego shuddered with pleasure. His eyes rose to meet hers as his hands slipped behind her back and began pulling her upright.

After some awkward wriggling, his legs were straight out in front of him on the bed with her knees folded again beside his hips. But this time, they were face to face. Or rather, chest to face, as she was seated higher. Her nerves were falling away and she rocked her hips against him, pulling him in deeper. He moaned in happiness as he began kissing her breasts, now at eye level.

"Drew..." she said breathlessly. He smiled up at her as his arms circled her back and she mirrored the action, this time she the one to weave fingers into his hair.

"Go on, Miss Superhero," Drew said, grinning at her broadly. Or rather, Dr. Drakken, she corrected mentally. She should call a super-villain by his chosen name, she supposed.

"Mmmh?" she hummed, raking her fingernails down his scalp.

"Gather your intel," he said, giving her a devilish smile.

Shego blinked for a moment, but as he calmly went back to her breasts she understood. She let go of the rest of her anxieties as she began rocking her hips and experimenting, taking the lead in their union. And as they continued on in silent bliss, she hoped the flight back to Dr. Drakken's lair would be several hours long indeed.

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