She Agrees

Dusklord looked as shocked as she felt to hear the words coming from her mouth. Redwing felt herself pale, and then flush as the blood ran to her cheeks, colouring them red. Heat filled her upper body, and she could already feel herself trying to back out of it. She resisted the urge. She realised that she did want this, at least on some level. The thought of it made her body tingle in sensitive places. She took a deep breath, and locked eyes with Dusklord, spreading her arms to her side as if to say ''Well, what not?''

He looked surprised, as though even he had not expected her to actually accept the offer. He swallowed visibly, trying to get past his confusion. Then, he moved forwards, walking towards her until they were inches apart.

She could feel the heat of his body now. He was muscular, not as powerfully built as most, but strong for his size, and she felt his eyes on her as well. Not for the first time, she realised that spandex didn't really leave much to the imagination. Her body was slim, powerful. Her arms were toned and strong, her legs were long, and muscular.

Her instinct was to fight him, to attack him, he was so close to her, his presence filled her whole world. Then, he took one more step, and kissed her. Their lips met as her pulse thundered in her ears. Dusklord was hungry, intense, as if he'd wanted to do this for a very long time. She felt his tongue slip between her lips, kissing her deeply, passionately. The world was spinning around her now, but she could feel her own body responding to the closeness. She kissed him back, feeling the closeness of the moment. As their lips and tongues met, her body shuddered, her skin tingled with anticipation. Shivers raced down her spine, and her womanhood started to grow warm.

Dusklord pressed her back away from the edge of the room, pushing her towards the other side, where a taller building rose up, leaving no room to fall to the street below. She stumbled backwards, her feet felt like they'd lost all of their nerves! As she kissed him, Lily felt her arousal soaring, the situation making her all the more aware of her body.

Her back scrapped the brick wall that was the rising side of the taller building. It sent a wave of shock rippling through her, Dusklord pressed in, kissing her more deeply now. His hands were rising along her sides, his fingers tracing along her waist, leaving little trails of anticipation as they did.

They found her chest a moment later, groping her through the spandex. His fingers teased her body, running along the side of her breast, the tips of them pressing down, through the costume to reach the skin below. His body pressed against her own, his fingers teasing her chest. Lilly felt her back **** against the wall more roughly. It awakened something in her, and she moaned into the kiss. Fuck, why did it feel so good already? They hadn't even really done anything yet!

Lilly tried to bring her own hands down. Maybe to undo her costume, maybe to pleasure him in turn, she didn't know. But she found that she couldn't. Panic flared for a moment as she looked up, breaking the kiss to see that two solid bands of shadow had circled her wrists, their ends driving into the solid wall behind her. Her arms were trapped above her head! The idea that she was captured flared through her body like a wave of heat, as Dusklord stepped back, as though to properly view the scene.

"I've always wanted to see you like this, Redwing." He admitted. "You look so good like this... So helpless, but you could escape any time, couldn't you?"

She could. The shadow bonds were not that strong, she would easily be able to break then if she tried even a little. She didn't though. Feeling them holding her arms upright, away from her body, as if she were chained or manacled made her feel warm and tingly. She was helpless and embarrassed, but also so very aroused. It swamped her body and her mind. Her skin tingled, her breasts demanding to be touched again, to be stroked. Her pussy ached for the same attention.

She was both amazed and horrified at just how into this she already was.

"I..." She gulped, trying to moisten her throat, "I can't, can I? You've beaten me and captured me... y-you can do whatever you want now..."

As she said those words, she watched the erection growing inside of his pants. Desire filled his eyes, a lust to match her own rising like a sun upon his face. Before she could do or say anything else,. Dusklord whipped his hand towards her, and a blast of solid darkness hammered into her body. She yelped, but didn't feel any pain. Instead, there was a sudden feeling of blades close to her skin, a brief sensation of coldness, and wind.

Then, her costume exploded. Or, at least the top half of it did anyway. Just a sudden moment of pressure, and then it was shredded into a dozen pieces. She felt a flare of indignation.

"That was expensive!"

"Charge me for it, I have more than enough money."

Now, Dusklord stood back to observe her body for a second time. With her hands pinned above her head, Redwing wasn't able to cover herself. Her breath caught in her throat, she felt his gaze settle on her chest, and then he chuckled, and the sound made her face go red.

"I have to admit," he said, "I always did wonder. With how...form fitting... your suit was. I always wanted to know if you actually wore a bra under all of that. Guess not, huh?"

"I-it's inconvenient!" Lilly gasped, trying to justify her choices even as she squirmed under his gaze. "The spandex makes it obvious! People see it and know!"

"And being naked is better?"

"Super-heroines are supposed to look like that! N-no one really thinks! They always assume I'm wearing something! B-but if I do wear a bra, then it's obvious, and everyone is always staring instead of just assuming I am! I...um, actually get less stares if I don't wear one..."

"Hmm, interesting. I suppose I hadn't thought of that. Is this a thing for all female super heroes, or just you?"

"I...I don't really know... I never asked... how do you ask that sort of thing?"

"Fair enough." Dusklord said. He stepped closer again, now, he was inches from her naked skin. Her breasts were tingling, aching for her his attention. Her nipples were growing stiffer by the minute. Steam seemed to waft through her body, her spine was full of static, and she jumped when he finally moved. Feeling his fingers against her naked skin was more intense than through the costume (The expensive costume which she would now have to replace!) her skin tingled, her nerves crackled with pleasure. She was breathing heavily as his fingers closed around her chest, stroking her slowly, the sweeping of his palms took her breath away. She felt her body moving, writhing as his fingers started to tweak her nipples. She moaned at that, and he started to target them more specifically. He stroked them, and tweaked them between his fingers. Rubbed them and gently pressured them. It stole her breath, and made her legs weak.

Lilly felt sweat breaking out on her brow. Her arms were up above her head, she couldn't even shield herself, and this man - this man whose real name she didn't even know - was pawing at her chest!

But it wasn't just pawing. It wasn't clumsy, he was skilled, careful. He wasn't just doing it for his own amusement, He wanted to make her feel good as well. His movements were slow, graceful, gliding, making sure to give her time to anticipate. His fingers were nimble and dexterous, stroking and teasing, playing with her nipple one next, and then stroking or pressuring her areola, before moving to her breast themselves for a few moments. He didn't let her predict what he was going to do too soon. That way, the sense of uncertain anticipation crackled through her body like lightning, heightening every moment, and every contact.

Lilly realised she was pressing herself forwards, her body was full of excitement. She could feel a tightness growing between her legs, a growing need like a blade pressing into her brain.

Dusklord bent down, and started to kiss her neck. Lilly jumped, and then moaned, because his hands were still teasing her chest, his fingers picking, and stroking and teasing. yet, her neck was strangely sensitive too, heat flushed through it, the skin tingled, and cried out as Dusklord kissed it. She gasped, pressing her lips together in order to at least try to be quiet, but her toes curled as her partner's kisses rose, slowly trailing upwards, along the side of her throat, until she felt the warm whisper of his breath in her ear.

She felt warmth and heat, as his teeth gently closed around the side of her ear, tugging on it just a little bit. The feeling wasn't painful, but it was primal somehow, his breath funnelled into the side of her head, she felt her heart fluttering, her legs were weak.

Then, as he continued to kiss her neck and throat, Lilly felt Dusklord's hands started to trail lower. Her waist tingled, the tips of his fingers slowly trailing over her pale skin, sending waves of anticipation and desire coursing through her body.

As his hands sunk lower, and lower, brushing against her skin, Lilly felt her body writhe with fevered anticipation.

"Spread your legs for me," Dusklord whispered into her ear. "Be a good little hostage and do what you're told."

She did it. she didn't know exactly why, but she did. With her back to the wall, she pushed her legs to the side, enough to make room between her thighs as she felt his fingers creep downwards. His hand was under the remains of her costume now. The upper part had been shredded, but her leggings were intact. The front of them bulged as his hand sought out her pussy. As the tips of his fingers brushed her mound, Redwing felt as though lightning had been discharged through her body, she moaned, and through the haze of desire, she saw Dusklord grin.

"I wondered," he admitted, "When you said about the bra... did you also choose to go without something else? I see that you did. No panties, eh Redwing? For shame. What would the other heroes do if they found out? For that matter, what would a villain do if they managed to beat you and found out that you were so under dressed below that suit of yours? Or...was that the point?"

Her spread his fingers wide, stiffened his hand, and then pulled back suddenly with all of his strength. Lilly felt her suit strain, and then snap! the cold air of the city night brushed against the hot skin of her pussy, her labia were exposed and engorged, liquid arousal dripped to the ground between her feet. For the first time, Dusklord got a good look at her womanhood.

"You're shaved, I see.." He said, "I suppose that makes sense. After all, if you're going to go commando in a suit, you don't want someone to see your bush and realise that you're totally naked under it."

Lilly strained against the wall, her skin burned with pleasure, her legs were shaking. Dusklord's fingers were now exploring her mound, as if he wanted to know every inch of her, she felt the trace and motion of his hands along her outer lips, and then, the more intense feelings as his fingers started to trace inwards, following a slow but inevitable pattern towards her centre.

"Or, is there another reason?" Dusklord asked her, his voice slightly tinged with a mockery that made her turn her head aside. "Are you shaved down there because you want, on some level, to feel the humiliation that would come if someone actually saw it? If your suit was damaged in battle, you'd practically be flashing, wouldn't you? Or if someone did capture you, and decided to take your suit as a trophy, why, you would be totally naked. Was that the point?"

"N-no!" Lilly said, straining to answer as her body was filled with crackling, burning emotions. Her throat was dry, the feel of the dark rings around her arms was getting more intense, she felt utterly helpless, but so turned on as well. "That's not... I would never..."

"You're lying to me." Dusklord said. "I know you, Redwing. Know you well enough to know when you aren't being honest. Admit it, the idea sent a thrill through you, right? The fact that you were naked under your suit, that anyone might see it if only it was damaged, it made you wet, didn't it?"

"N-never!"

"Oh, so you say? But we'll see what you say in a moment. You're my hostage, after all. I can inflict any ****, any torment on you that I deem acceptable. You're powerless to resist, isn't that right?"

"F-fuck!" She moaned as his fingers touched the bud of her clitoris, the brief contact sending lightning through her body. "Y-yes! G-god yes! J-just keep going!"

He fell into a crouch then, bringing his face level with her pussy. Through the haze of heat and pleasure, Lilly felt his breath tickling her mound, and realised that he was up close and personal with her womanhood. He could see how absolutely soaking she was, but he made no comment. Instead, he pressed his head forwards, opening his mouth as he started to suck and toy with her womanhood. Her eyes opened wide at the first contact, her legs kicked, but the bindings on her arms kept her upright. The feeling of his tongue was intense! Better than any toy she'd ever used! It felt warm and damp, and yet hard. Nimble, but powerful, stroking the the hood of her clitoris again and again. Each touch made her gasp, her arms and legs felt weak. she was heaving for breath now, her heart hammered, she knew she must look like a mess.

Minutes passed, she didn't know how many. Her back was pressed to the wall, her eyes were tightly closed. Her body was throbbing with pleasure, great waves of it coursed from between her legs, and she moaned with the tide of it. It stole her strength, and her breath, and her thoughts, battered her mind until she could think of nothing else.

He sucked gently on her clit, his tongue teasing its hood, he stroked it, and touched it, slowly forcing it to become more and more engorged. Lilly felt her clitoris ache, the burning pleasure focused on it was intense and growing more so as it was teased out of its hood. When it was exposed, Dusklord started to target it directly, using his tongue and his mouth, sucking on it, tracing it, pressuring it from different angles, different directions. Sometimes, he went fast, and sometimes, he went slow, and he never did the same thing twice.

Lilly was moaning openly now, her voice husky with arousal and desire. Her heart was pounding, and she felt the climax building between her legs, a tight ball of heat that she couldn't deny. She was going to cum. She was going to cum with her arms tied above her head, and one of her oldest villains eating her out. She realised she was grinding against him, like she was **** to **** herself onto him, to feel his tongue and his mouth.

When the climax hit her, it roared through her, shaking her body with the **** of it. she moaned, loudly and for an extended few moments as the pleasure seared through every cell, bubbling up from between her legs. She kicked and jerked, and then, lay still, exhausted as her body finally was allowed to rest.