Snowflake stays frosty in spite of a mess, and you move ahead to locate Doc [M/F sex]

The tall, athletic (natal) woman in the strongman's grip seems to be nearly limp in his grasp now, her normally assertive voice reduced to exhausted gasping that rings in your ears as you spectate over the communication system. Even though she has been using her powers liberally and was in a massive explosion less than half an hour ago, it is abundantly clear that the cause of her seeming exhaustion is the workout her pussy has been getting.

Didn't Petite Mort say something about tactile feedback built into these super-technology outfits? Though you really shouldn't be distracting yourself you are curious enough to try. Scrolling through a list of options with a tiny switch on your visor, you manage to pick out 'tactile monitoring channel' from a list of esoteric functions and immediately feel a firm pressure on your waist, making you gasp with surprise as it suddenly feels like an unseen pair of masculine hands is gripping you tightly.

Since Mort has a strong **** to build anything that directly interacts with the human nervous system however, it's just a function of sensors in Snowflake's suit and smart fabric applying pressure on yours. The momentary pang of disappointment that you feel when there's no sensation of being bounced up and down, nor any stimulating fullness in your love tunnel, makes you realize you're a tiny bit jealous of her. It isn't as if you've been celibate recently... but it seems like Snowflake's hyper-aggressive tactics have allowed her to hook up with a guy who is superior to what you've been experiencing on two counts. Not only is he a super himself, but he actually cares about HER feelings and desires, a sharp contrast to the kind of dirtbags who've been using you as a cock-sleeve lately.

You're knocked out of that by the feel of a firm caress on your breasts and a pinch of your nipples joining the squeezing around your waist. On the video feed you can see Snowflake is gripping her own bouncing spheres and squeezing them together for her beau's visual edification. The stamina Griffineagle is displaying is quite impressive - her abrasive personality aside, Snowflake is definitely among the roughly 60% of the League's membership whose body could've gotten a lucrative career in adult films. She's already shamelessly announced that she came but the strongman hero keeps fucking her relentlessly.

Just as you're about to **** yourself to turn the show off and get back to looking for Doc you notice that the handsome man's face has taken on a pained expression, and he pulls Snowflake's hips tight against him. Although you can't feel anything... internal, you are treated to the sensation of firm, muscular hips pushing up against your butt, making your cheeks flush.

Snowflake wraps her arms lovingly around Griffineagle's neck as he grinds her shapely round bottom against his lap, at last throwing his head back with a grunt that echoes in the tiny igloo, followed by a ragged, shuddering breath. Snowflake responds with a pleased, feminine moan and rests her head on his shoulder as they relax together.

"I think... I think we both need to report together for a... sexual harassment briefing... That wasn't okay..." Snowflake says softly, pressing her sizable bosom against his pecs.

"Not okay? Does that mean you think it was 'great' instead? Because I sure think so." Griffineagle says with a toothy smile. At last showing that she has some sense of humor, Snowflake chuckles and Griff's face fills the video feed as she leans in to give him a passionate kiss.

"Don't go thinking that I'm your property or something now. Improper influence aside I'm still a rank above you, you know?" the tan-skinned heroine says as she gyrates her hips from side to side, savoring the feeling of being filled with Griff's big cock before she languidly pulls up and off of it.

"Oh," she says as she snaps her fingers and pops the top off the igloo, "this stupid suit is beeping at me over something, asking if I need medical attention... 'additional suit breach detected'?" She looks down between her legs, noticing that despite Griff having clearly cummed his brains out there's nothing dribbling out of her crotch. Bending over she is able to see that there's a tiny, slimy hole right over her pussy.

"Ah, shit." she says, sounding mildly annoyed. "That was some serious false advertising, Mort. Why would she specifically compare the under-layer of the costume to a condom if I wasn't supposed to use it that way? Hashtag, Don'tTrustBoomers." She gives a flick of her head towards Griff. "Or maybe you just can't control your super-strength when you cum? I've heard of cases like that before, in which case, if it wasn't for the resistance of the suit I might've gotten a very hard-to-treat bruise."

"...huh?" Griff, who'd been relaxing in the afterglow, pain of his twisted leg forgotten in the haze of endorphins, snapped his head up, looking guilty. "So it broke...? Oh... darn. Um, I'm really, really sorry Snowflake, I was just kind of caught up in the moment. If it makes you feel any better, I um... well," his cheeks start getting brighter and brighter, "I've fooled around a few times before but that was my first time going THAT far with a gi- err, I mean a wom- um... a lover."

Snowflake gives an excited shake of her hips and turns her face aside bashfully, clearing her throat. "Really? Wow. You lasted a long time compared to the other two dudes whose cherries I took. I hope that's because you just have naturally good control and not because I was unconsciously forming ice crystals and making my pussy cold and clammy... I used to have that problem but thought I'd gotten it fixed."

"No no," Griffineagle protests, gingerly getting back up onto one knee and presenting his injured leg for Snowflake to form the cast again. "It was really hot and it felt... absolutely amazing. I just wanted to make sure you were, well," he swallowed and grinned again, "...enjoying yourself. But, like I said... I'm sorry that I got 'it' inside of you like that. Do you need me to, like, help get it out...?"

Snowflake chuckles again. "I think I've gotten about all the attention down there that I can handle right now, thanks though. There's no time to worry about cleanup now, especially since things might get messier before the day's done." She drags her white thong back into place over her crotch just as a tiny droplet - white as snow, appropriately enough - starts beading up around her prominent brown labial lips (unlike the likes of you and Dr. Rainbow, Snowflake seems to be an 'outie' down there).

"Ah." Griffineagle looks relieved as he stands back up, re-casted. "I... well, I didn't want to assume too much but it makes sense that you'd be on the pill, or the shot, or whatever it is these days."

Clearing her throat, Snowflake looks back over her shoulder, watching to see if any of the goons have woken up and need another thrashing. "Oh, nah, I'm not. It's fine though." she says casually with a little shrug of he shoulder. "Do you remember which way ThunderBird went? I can't believe they don't have this maze of tunnels and hallways down here color-coded or something."

"O-oh. Well, I guess it's good that it's your, whatdoyoucallit, uh, safe day then?" Griffineagle says hopefully, coming up alongside Snowflake and putting his arm around her shoulders.

Snowflake just shrugs out of his grip however, starting to walk towards one of the doors (the right one, fortunately for you - contacting her would be a dead giveaway that you've been voyeuristically spying on her carnal dalliance). "Hmm? I dunno, maybe? I don't keep track of that. I usually have really mild cramps, so BC stuff is more trouble than it's worth. C'mon, keep up - and don't loom over me, let's keep up appearances here. Besides, you're the one with super durability so you ought to be taking point."

"But... uh..." there's a hint of a nervous quaver in Griffineagle's voice. "Isn't that kind of... something to worry about, then?"

"Not really." Snowflake says casually. "C'mon, Griff, focus. You worry about your health, I'll worry about mine. I said it's fine. It isn't like I'm Catholic or something, you know?" she clears her throat again meaningfully.

Griffineagle cocks his head to the side in confusion. "But, uhh, what does that have to do with -" his eyes widen a little and his face shows a little cringe of discomfort and/or embarrassment. "....Oh. Um, right. I'll lead the way, as you say."

As he walks away one of the battered pawn henchmen raises partially to try and shout something at him. "You... you damn worthless... backs... ughhh..." he isn't able to get out more than few slurred words before Griffineagle and Snowflake leave him behind, though.

That seems as good a time as any to flick the spy channel off. That Snowflake sure is an odd one. But then, no doubt she thinks the same about you. You put it out of your mind and re-focus yourself on finding Doc.

Creeping up through the next door, you see another heavily damaged room. By the looks of it it must've been an absolute slaughterhouse - there are several large, fresh bloodstains in various places on the walls and floor, and here, it seems like it was League security guards and technicians who got the brunt of it.

No less than a dozen of them are wrapped up in casts and bandages... along with what seems to be a couple of superheroines, wearing some kind of cowgirl-esque outfit who you recall seeing at the gym before, and a zaftig early-middle-aged woman wearing an outdated 1950s-esque polka dot dress, pearl necklace, and sporting a poofy beehive hairdo. Though you haven't met her personally you are pretty sure that is "Angry Housewife", who is possibly the only heroine to rival Maiden America in raw strength - though only when she has transformed, which explains why she was seemingly incapacitated (quite brutally too, considering the nasty bloodstains on her dress) so quickly and easily.

And there, sitting between the two **** heroines is a third, also ****: Dr. Rainbow. She is unharmed but has been tied up with ropes around both her arms and legs, and a gag in her mouth. You sigh. One of these days, you sincerely hope that Dr. Rainbow is going to push down her ratio of villains-encountered to getting-tied-up to slightly less than 100%. At least her clothes are still on and there's no evidence she's been violated.

You are about to step forward and go help her out when it occurs to you that, since she has clearly been captured, it is very suspicious that there are no villains or even henchmen in the room. This smells like a trap. You focus your hyper-sensitive sonar-like hearing into the room and cautiously scope things out. If there's anyone else in there besides the captives, they must have some way of masking their heartbeat.

Perhaps you ought to wait for Snowflake and... sigh... Weather Balloon to meet up with you now that you've located Doc, before you go in for a rescue? But then again, it could be that some of the Wonderland Warriors' heavy hitters have left her momentarily unguarded knowing that their teleportation master is going to bring in reinforcements any minute... in which case you need to get her and those other heroines to safety immediately...