Gamora

The sound of the loud seventies music from a galaxy away filled the Guardians' spaceship once again, while Gamora, sitting in her quarters alone, was taking advantage of the driving rhythm. Her green fingers moved in time to the beat, as her teeth bit into her bottom lip, and she imagined another member of the crew pounding into her other orifice; she just couldn't help herself, sodomy and Gamora went hand in hand.

As she looked over at her long sword, she moaned, the welcome friction from her fingers reaching a crescendo along with the music. Her other fingernails dug into her bedsheets as the muscles in her limbs went taut, and sweat dripped down her forehead. That was when she noticed the shadow falling over her and looked up in horror, her face blushing brown, as she realized she'd forgotten to lock the door.