You allow a wicked command to pass as future leverage with Snowflake... with messy, creamy results [M/Neutral]

You have to admit that Snowflake's bare cafe-au-lait ass looks absolutely amazing as she sensuously crawls up into the bottomless Jack of Hearts' lap. She lets his stiff cock lodge itself in the cleft of her toned ass and rubs it up and down, while jamming her fingers down between the two of them and stimulating herself and the henchman at once.

"So you're really okay with this, huh? You're not bothered?" Snowflake says sternly but excitably to the man whose lap she's sitting on. She squeezes those big, firm hills that her costume was designed to flatter and separate. It's easy to see how stiff her little brown nipples are even in a dimly lit place like this. "You're just going to take advantage of me like this while I'm wearing what might be a mind-control collar?"

The man's breathing is getting quicker. He seems at a loss for words. All he can think to do is wrap his hands around her tits and give them a squeeze, marveling at the all-natural softness.

Taking a deep breath, Snowflake starts sofly bucking her ass against him, hot-dogging him before leaning over and laying down on her side, her hip sitting on his thigh. Facing away from him, she has to look back over her shoulder to speak coldly to him: "Ugh. Your hands are rough. You know, the word is spreading about disgusting men like you. Using your 'old white boys club' connections to moonlight with sex criminals and..."

Even as she keeps speaking, Snowflake is grabbing Jack of Hearts' cock and guiding it towards herself as he rolls over onto his side. She lifts one of her legs a little bit and encourages him to jam the turgid latex-covered head up against her labial lips; "...take... mmf... advantage of helpless young women like you think you're fffucking entitled to..." her voice cracks in a high pitch as he slips into her cunt completely, "act like a... fucking... patriarchal sexual klansman!"

"I'm... unnhhh... sorry, Snowflake, I don't know if I can concentruhhh... unnnnhhh..." The man begins to slowly move against Snowflake, wrapping his hands around her shoulders and hugging her close to his chest. Although Snowflake clearly chose this position so Griffin could clearly see the thick cock spreading her cuntlips wide open, sliding a little deeper into her with each unhurried stroke, you will gladly take advantage of it yourself.

You allow yourself a giggle, cutely poing with your hand on your hip. "Sorry, Snowflake. I think he's gonna have a hard time apologizing with that tight they/them pussy of yours squeezing him like that. You really WERE horny, huh?"

"Mmf." Snowflake keeps her jaw set as she urges the henchman to fuck her side-by-side. He presses his face against her and moans into the back of her neck. As he quickens his pace and reaches down to squeeze one of her breasts, he takes a deep sniff of her hair from behind. "Unnghhh... oh, Snowflake..." he groans deeply, head lolling back. "I want to... I want to make you melt."

Griffin is still just staring blankly at it. It seems he realizes that Hot-Cross Bunny is waiting for the moment he looks away. He snaps his head up as he sees someone walking closer to him. To his surprise, it isn't his evil mistress, Bunny.

Instead, it is none other than Dr. Rainbow. The petite azure-haired magical heroine smooths out her poofy skirt and smiles at him. "Hello, Mr. Griffin? I just wanted to say I'm sorry for causing you all this trouble. I feel like if I'd stayed and provided you better treatment after the explosion..." her expression then shifts to a pout, "then all this might not have happened. But I want to ask you, please, don't be mad at Snowflake, or sad. Love is beautiful like a rainbow, and it comes in lots of colors. Watching while they do naughty things with someone else can be one of those colors..."

While she's talking. Dr. Rainbow is sliding down her panties, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor. She holds up the hem of her frilly skirt and shows off her pussy, complete with a cute little rainbow-shaped landing strip of light blue pubic hair. Her eyes are scintillating hot pink. "Maybe I could help you understand that? It would make me feel sooo much better! Pretty please with sugar on top?" She licks one of her fingertips and starts massaging her slit.

"Wait, what??" Griffin says, surprised, blinking up at her. "No, uh, Dr. Rainbow, you don't need to do th-aaaaaahh~" his voice trails off as she rests her nice petite rump on his lap and begins grinding against him.

"I just... really wanna be helpful if I can!" Dr. Rainbow says in a high pitched squeal as she feels what he's packing down there. "Won't you consider it as a perfectly healthy lifestyle? I can't heal you properly without my wand, so maybe I can help you with some natural endorphins?" She slips her hand into his tights and fishes out the powerful rod he'd used on Snowflake the last time you saw him. Whether from Rainbow herself or watching Snowflake, he's rock hard.

Dr. Rainbow starts dragging his cock against her inner thighs. "Oh, gosh golly - I forgot to bring any extra condoms. I forgot we've got no more of Mort's helpful little micro-thingies. Maybe Snowflake brought an extr..."

When Dr. Rainbow looks over her shoulder she sees Snowflake moaning softly as she wraps her legs around Jack of Hearts' wasit and urges him into her. He's on top of her now, gripping her soft bouncing bosoms as he thrusts into her. The couch is getting pushed slowly across the floor by the **** of his thrusts as Snowflake braces her upper back against one of the arms.

"Oh, nevermind. We shouldn't bother them." The lovely asian heroine looks down at the burly young costumed man under her. "Um, Griffin... if I could ask one more teensy tiny favor? Could you please not cum inside me? This is some 'just-friends' intercourse, okay?" She takes his shaft in one gloved hand and aims it toweard her tidy slit.

Griffin can't muster up any objection. "Yeah... yeah, why not." he says, a grin starting to spread across his face as he pulls her down onto him. Dr. Rainbow gasps sharply as she feels the exceptionally thick cock spreading her open.

You're transfixed by the sight... until you feel something bumping your foot. In surprise, you look down and see a small white rabbit adorably bonking his head against your ankle. Confused, you look over and see Hot-Cross Bunny, that wicked waistcoat-wearing, white-haired mastermind, staring expectantly at you. She raises her hand and moves her fingers against her thumb in a 'talking' gesture.

Oh, right - she knows about your whisper power. "You have something to say, Bunny?" you ask her, separating all other sound in the room from a private channel between you and her.

"I expect you're wondering why I am not objecting to your insufferably saccharine ball of fluff ruining a perfectly good cuckoldry session, Thunderbird." Bunny says, her words only audible to you.

"Bitch," you say, "you're crazy. I have no idea why you do any of the shit you do. If you're gonna just stand there and let me and my Weather Watch fuck all of your henchmen into submission, why would I complain?" You pause for a second. "You want me to give you some attention?" You raise your hand and waggle two fingers at her meaningfully.

"No." Bunny says icily. "I am only seeing another way to efficiently dispose of a few more hypocritical whores. You want rid of the especial-ly irritating Snowflake don't you?"

"Piss off, Bunny. I'm trying to watch the sex show. We can fight or banter or whatever in a minute." you say, running your hand through your yellow-dyed hair and brushing your shoulder at her disdainfully.

"All you have to do is let me have a quiet word with Jack of Hearts." Bunny says.

"Why?" you glare at her from the corner of your eye, your focus still on Doc's pussy engufling Griffin.

"To make that self-righteous arctic shrew," one of Bunny's rabbit ears bends a little and points the tip at Snowflake getting pounded on the couch, "as round as a snowball. And out of your way in the very near future."

Your tongue flicks over your lips behind your concealing mask. "Maybe I was a little disappointed when I saw Snowflake remembered to bring protection..." you say, the words going to Bunny's ears almost before you realize you said them.

Hot-Cross Bunny pulls up her giant pocketwatch again. After glancing at it she shows it to you and points. "I'll speak in nine seconds. Let Jack of Hearts hear what I say, but not Snowflake."

...

This certainly hasn't been your most rational day, some distant part of your consciousness in the back of your mind says. But you can't deny the facts. Snowflake is dangerously insubordinate. Red Balloon might outright betray you at any moment and make some play or another, to win the contest she accepted with that little interdimensional imp guy. And you have two of the last emergency super-contraceptive devices from La Petite Mort's lab tucked inside your left glove. You blow air through your lips and ensure that Bunny's words are heard only by 'Jack of Hearts' on the couch as the villainess's sensuous lips move silently to everyone else in the room.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you're distantly aware that you had the brilliant idea of 'I'll let part of the villain's plan succeed for the greater good' a month or so ago and really regretted going through with it, costing yourself your title as Nightingale. Not to mention causing a whole lot of awkward family dinners for certain citizens of Acropolis... and getting poor Green Streak sexually stalked by a villainess who happens to be his own sister. But you put that doubt out of your mind when you focus in on the sight of Snowflake's toned, sexy body bucking against the henchman's thrusting hips.

"Oh shit.. What?! Do what? Snowflake can't...?" the henchman suddenly looks shocked and blinks in surprise, trying to turn his head to look at Hot-Cross Bunny. The villainess meets his stare and folds her hands humorlessly.

"I can't what?" Snowflake murmurs, slowing down her pace of sliding against him.

"I mean... Snowflake... I can't take much more of this..." the guy says as he starts picking up the pace. The glistening latex surface of his wrapped-up cock is pushing past Snowflakes' cuntlips and waggling around deep inside her, makign the pleasure near unbearable for both of them.

Despite seeming to be a somewhat older guy than most of the henchmen, the henchmen fucking Snowflake is certainly no slouch in the stamina or skills departments. He's banged her in several positions now, fingered her clit expertly, and most likely made her cum at least once. But the empty reservoir tip of the condom wrapped around his impressive seven-inch manhood shows that he still has yet to cum. What are the odds a shameful creep like that would get to fuck someone as sexy as Snowflake, no matter what the exact gender label invovled? No wonder he wants to savor the experience.

"Hey... what the fuck?" Snowflake takes a sharp breath. You can't help but notice the subtle differences in the 'angry' voice she uses with a guy she's seduced, versus the genuinely irate tone she tends to reserve for you. "What makes you think you can stop already?"

"What can I say? I was about to shoot my wad." Jack of Hearts says, running a hand over his forehead and breathing heavily. "It's pretty risky to not make a hero cum first if you're in bed with them, y'know?"

"Let me guess," Snowflake reaches down and starts softly jerking his cock as she speaks. "You want me to get down on my knees... so you can perform the fucking... patriarchal humiliation ritual of spraying your cum all over my face?" she can't stop her voice from sounding more than a little giddy and she's making good use of her free hand between her legs.

The henchman gives her breasts another firm squeeze with both hands. "I hope I'm not being too forward, Snowflake, but it sounds like you want to keep going. You're not gonna have any mercy on a privileged sex pest like me, huh?"

"Absolutely not. Just like my leader Thunderbird, I'm going to... fuckin..." you can see her lust-addled mind struggling to process her usual vocabulary, "deconstruct your fragile masculinity! You're gonna have the humiliation of knowing that a queer person fucked you to the greatest orgasm of your life!" she bites her lip and her thighs quiver as her fingers speed up.

"Yeah, I'm gonna be sweating this one for a while, alright..." Jack of Hearts muffles what sounds like a chuckle of... grim resgination? Huh. You can't get a read on this guy, at all. If he wasn't just some random horny henchman you might actually care to figure out why he's been acting odd about this whole situation, even by Wonderland Warriors standards. "Why don't you bend over the couch for me?"

"Absolutely not. I'm not letting you tell me what to do." Snowflake stands up off the couch, grabs his shoulders, and roughly pushes him back into a sitting position. She steps up on the couch, putting her feet on either side of Jack's hairy thighs. Her tan, neatly-shaved cunt, still dribbling with excitement, is right at his eye level... before she rests one hand on his shoulder and slowly starts to bend at the knee. The round, fantastically toned butt that you've caught yourself feeling a touch of envy for a few times begins lowering towards his lap. His cock rubs against her ass and gets pushed to the side as her butt pushes against his hips.

"Come on. I want to feel that hard white cock deep inside me." Snowflake growls lustily, not even bothering with banter at this point. She lifts up off his lap again. Taking him by surprise, she leans in kisses him on the mouth. Your super hearing tells you Snowflake is a VERY sloppy kisser, swapping spit witht he henchman as her tongue explores his mouth.

And as she does, Jack of Heart's idle hands are getting up to the devil's work. While he uses one hand to cup the phenomenal ass hovering just above his lap, with his other he reaches down and grips the base of his cock. With a single smooth motion, he rolls the rubber ring upwards, exposing his shaft. Soon there is just a rubber ring and a limp sheath sitting on the top of his cock, which he flicks away onto the floor. His straining purple glans, now completely bare, is pointing up at her ass. He keeps a steady grip on it and keeps it aimed right for Snowflake's pussy as she lowers herself again. She teases the crown of his cock with her pussy for a few agonizing moments, giggling proudly at the guy's **** groans, before easing herself down that stiff, slippery pole. Her cunt lips glide frictionlessly down his shaft.

"Hnghh!" the grunt which escapes Jack of Hearts' through gritted teeth sounds a lot the sounds henchman of his ilk make when you punch or kick them in the stomach. When henchmen typically think of costumed heroes showing them 'no mercy', being balls deep in they/them pussy with no rubber getting in the way probably isn't what they have in mind.

It's more than a little disgusting that this rat of a man, who is working for a contemptible psychopath like Hot-Cross Bunny for easy money and cheap thrills, is being given such an undeserved reward by his evil mistress. But it's also... hot. Even though you just fucked 3 guys into exhaustion, your thighs are quivering with lust. It's a good thing Dr. Rainbow distracted herself with a charity fuck of her own. Oh, and speaking of her...

Griffin hears the clunk of your boots on the floor as you walk over to him. Dr. Rainbow pauses with Griffin's cock halfway inside her. "O-oh! Thunderbird!" she gasps. "I'm.. sorry! I didn't think about how this might make you feel! I can't believe I di-mmmpf!" She is cut off by you bending down to kiss her on the mouth, while Griffin gets a close up look of the way your bright yellow romper hugs your ass, and the hole torn in it showing off your creamed pussy and asshole.

You stand back up as Dr. Rainbow looks up at you, her eyes glowing vivid pink. "Don't sweat it, Doc." you say. "I think it's very thoughtful of you. You are such a good person... and since you are being such a good friend to everyone, why don't you repeat the clean-up favor you did me back on that mob boss's pool table, a couple months back?"

Spreading your legs a little wider and moving your sensitive cunt up to Doc's face, you give a sharp laugh. "Just in the front! The other way would be unsanity. And it isn't like I need to worry about my asshole getting pregnant."

"Oh... Thunderbird..." Dr. Rainbow's rainbow-stockinged thighs squeeze the guy under her tightly as she starts rapidly hopping up and down on him, leaning forward so she can dip her tongue into your messy pussy and start eating you out. Shivers of enjoyment start running through your back almost immediately.

This... maybe this is why supervillains are the way they are. Because knowing that you're doing something really wrong just makes the fire in your hips burn that much hotter. You look over at the couch again. Although Griffin's view of Snowflake getting raw-dogged might be blocked by Dr. Rainbow's chest (and his eyes distracted by the stiff nipples poking through her magical heroine blouse - no bra, naturally), you can see just fine.

And what an erotic sight it is. Snowflake's pussy juices are leaving a glistening sheen on Jack of Hearts' shaft. You stare expectantly at the big, hairy pair of balls between the man's legs. In her aphrodisiac-enhanced bliss, Snowflake has no idea that the piping hot contents of those pink-flushed family jewels are no longer safely blocked off by a rubber barrier. She picks up the pace in her risky bareback ride as the henchman clasps his hands around her thighs, helping her lift and drop her hips against his repeatedly... faster, and faster... An erotic moan from Snowflake's lips ends up forming a counterpoint to your own undignified gasping and groaning as Dr. Rainbow's tongue explores deep inside you, diligently scooping up as much cum as she can and swallowing it.

Both Snowflake and Jack of Hearts are breathing much more quickly now... particularly the latter. He's getting a nervous twitch in his thighs and his grip on Snowflake's gorgeous body tightens. "S... Snowflake... I can't last any longer. You feel so good, I can't... I can't..."

"Not yet! Don't you dare cum yet! I'm getting close, just a little longer..." Snowflake gasps in a higher pitched and more feminine voice than usual, her words coming in short sharp gasps as she drops her ass on him with a loud clap and starts gyrating from side to side, giving him a lap dance.

Jack of Hearts' hands slide up to grip Snowflake's tits, his fingers sinking into the warm, pliant surface. "If you don't get off I'm going to blow!" he says, a note of genuine alarm in his voice even as he shamelessly gropes and kneads the calendar-worthy tits of the 'young queer person', as Snowflake had described 'themself', grinding against his lap.

Snowflake's only response is a long, low moan as she finds just the right spot where she can rub her clit against his pubis while feeling his cock filling her so full. Even as the sound of Dr. Rainbow slurping at your slit provides a lovely backdrop you stare intently and focus your hearing... waiting for that wonderfully erotic sound again...

SPLURT. You see the set of nuts that have been kissing Snowflake's browneye each time she settled against his lap tense up. Deep inside Snowflake's exotic pussy, sticky ropes of hot white jizz are erupting from a nameless henchman's twitching cock. The man himself is surprisingly quiet, only closing his eyes a moment and letting out a deep breath as he empties his balls into the tall, voluptuous mocha-skinned beauty on his lap.

It isn't until he's almost emptied himself inside her that Snowflake seems to notice the slight pressure in her velvety depths and the sudden sensation of hot wetness. "AHH! What the shit?!"

Snowflake just sits there on the man's lap in mute shock as his throbbing cock deposits an oversize load in her velvety depths, left unguarded by any sponge, cap, diaphragm or any other contraceptive. "Fuck..." she murmurs. "Fuck, fuck! Not yet! I'm almost...." she begins moving again, faster and more urgently than before, pressing her ass down against his hips as she grinds against him. "Unnnhhhh!" She shudders as she finally reaches the second orgasm she was chasing. Snowflake sits on the man's lap panting for long seconds.

Unfortunately, Dr. Rainbow cums on Griffin's lap too, and with her eyes rolling back in her head, she's no longer able to focus on licking you out as she whimpers and gasps in pleasure. Only belatedly do you see that Griffin is laying his head back on the floor, mouth hanging open and eyes rolling back in his head. Oops. You probably should've paid more attention to warning Doc. You think it might be too late for her to pull off, too. Good thing you've got two contraceptive devices tucked in your glove.

Wait a second... your sex-addled mind does some quick math. You, plus Snowflake, plus Dr. Rainbow... that's 3. Well, shit. Maybe it was a safe day for Snowflake?

"Dude..." Snowflake says in a much less tense tone than usual, her voice a soft murmur, "I think you just came inside me..." She rests her hands against his chest and stands up off his lap, leaving a sticky strand of pearly white cum dangling from her snatch.

"Did the condom come off or something?" Snowflake asks as she watches several thick white droplets ooze their way past her cuntlips and dribble onto Jack of Hearts' lap. His cock is starting to go limp now. Snowflake's voice is surprisingly subdued, given the circumstances.

"It must have slipped off, yeah..." Jack of Hearts finally manages... while Hot-Cross Bunny struggles to stop an evil smirk from spreading across her lips. "Is that... bad?"

"Hmm." Snowflake's voice is sarcastic and a little impatient now as she rolls her eyes. "Well, I'm not on any birth control, so, uh, yeah. That would be bad." she sniffs scornfully... and then looks over her shoulder. "GRIFFIN! I just had this creepy guy cum inside of me! What do you think about that, huh?"

Griffin is, himself, quite unable to speak on account of cumming his brains out moments ago. "I... urgh..." he half-raises his head before letting it drop again.

"Such an asshole." Snowflake groans softly as she slides her fingers down between her legs. With her fingertips she scoops up the thick trail of sticky white cum that has been starting to dribble down along her inner thigh... and puts the two fingers on her mouth.

Jack of Hearts is clearly transfixed by such an erotic display as the mocha-skinned beauty who just rode her way to a creampie on his lap sucks on her fingers and pulls them out clean. He's totally caught off guard when Snowflake hops into his lap again, her butt landing on his lap while his now-flaccid cock rests against her supple thigh.

With no further warning, Snowflake leans forward and presses her lips aggressively against the lips of the man in the fake beard. You can hear a muffled cry of shock from the man as Snowflake makes a tight seal of her lips against his... and spits. His arms are limp against his sides as he, no doubt, notices a sudden bitter flavor on his tongue and, in the moment of surprise, swallows. When Snowflake leans back and shuffles off his lap again, he starts gagging.

"Hah! Serves you right, Jack-off of Hearts!" you say, making the most juvenile pun imaginable off his name. "Damn, Snowflake - that was really hot. I've never done that to a guy before but now I think I want to try it." You pause and cock your head to the side sassily. "I mean, the 'snowballing'. As for bouncing on some anonymous pervert's lap and getting myself pregnant, that I have done."

"You are nowhere near, nowhere NEAR as fucking funny as you think you are, Thunderbird." Snowflake huffs, giving you an irate glance. She pays no further mind to the guy sitting on the couch, even though he looks worried he's about to get buried under a snowdrift.