Snowflake takes care of business before 'taking care of business' [M/"N"(F) sex]

"Hey - what's all this about, musclehead? You got somethin' you want to... say... wha?" One of the menacing armored henchmen is glowering through the slit of his spherical helmet and leaning towards Griff menacingly... when you, watching through the cameras on Snowflake's uniform, see a huge, puffy white finger tap extend into view and heavily tap him on the shoulder.

Confused, the pawn henchman slowly turns around and has his field of vision filled by a massive, inhumanly large set of sculpted six pack abs. Sheepishly he cranes his neck upward to take in all of the looming, broad-shouldered bulk of a humanoid figure that was at least 11 feet high and wider than any of the henchmen were tall. By the puffy white texture of it, this brute that had materialized behind them as quiet as a whisper was made entirely of packed snow. Although in this case, a more apt description might be '_jacked _snow'. For a head, the musclebound frosty giant had a stubby neck-like lump with no features except a heavy sloping brow frozen in a permanent expression of anger. With its free hand, the giant points up towards a couple of broken water pipes poking out of one of the walls... now frozen and empty of the water they had carried.

"Uhhhh," was all the stunned henchman could manage as the enormous snowman ('snowperson', its creator would no doubt interject) menacingly drives a fist into its open palm in the universal gesture for 'you're gonna get it'.

And a half second later, just in time for the other two henchmen to turn around, 'get it' he does, flying into a nearby wall with a gut of snow from the monster's fist stuck to his front side.

"Hmph! 'Musclehead'?" Snowflake blows air through her lips, not having gotten up off of the costumed man's lap. "Pretty weak taunt. I mean, sure, I make sure to hit the gym regularly, but oppressive, bullying little nobodies like you guys aren't even worth me raising a finger. You thought you could come here and just effortlessly walk all over everybody with your white privilege? Consider yourselves checked."

A chorus of terrified shrieks and grunts of effort echoes through the chamber as the buffed-up snow golem throws them around like tinkertoys. Griffineagle visibly winces in response to each impact. "So, before we were so RUDELY interrupted - what was this thing you were about to confess to?" She puts her hands on her hips and leans down towards him again.

"I..." the costumed strongman's eyes flick back and forth to the henchmen getting pounded and Snowflake sitting serenely on his lap. Suddenly, his hand jerks up with great speed and wraps around her neck, making Snowflake gasp and her eyes bug out.

"I think I'm going to have to, uh, objectify you now, Snowflake. So apologies in advance. And aggression you." Even though his grip is visibly tight and Snowflake can be heard gasping for breath, the tip of her tongue sensually runs its way all around her lips and she squeezes the bulging bicep of the arm holding her in place with both hands. "Oh, you toxic piece of shit - you wouldn't dare *gasp* after I saved you from a bunch of perverted kidnappers..."

It seems that Griffineagle is all but ignoring his twisted leg now as he sits up and pushes Snowflake down onto the floor in front of him. "Yeah, you were talking about filling my underwear with snow earlier? Well now what's in my underwear is going to be filling 'snow', instead! You're mine, all mine now!"

Even as the henchmen continue getting battered, Snowflake snaps her fingers, causing a large igloo to take shape from swirling air currents of snow. As if getting thrashed by something schoolkids built in their yards in winter wasn't bad enough, the henchmen scattered throughout the chamber now wouldn't even get to see Snowflake getting conquered.

She is still breathing with great effort through Griff's grip, which is just short of ****. "Ghhh... just so that a thoughtless patriarchal caveman like you... doesn't tear up this expensive suit that Petite Mort went to so much trouble to make trying to get at me... I'll go ahead and remove the secondary parts of it here..." Snowflake runs her hands down her curvaceous body and unbuckled the white thong on top of the ultra-thin semitransparent layer that covered all of her torso between the nipples of each breast. With a single swift motion she yanked it down and off of herself even as Griffineagle didn't for a moment relax his grip."

"That's it??" the man snorted, his personality having seemingly thrown off his earlier polite facade in favor of a new uncompromising aggression. "I can see down there now, but there's still this later of saran-wrap-looking bullshit covering you up." With his free hand he heavily dragged a palm and fingers down the middle of Snowflake's chest and rubbed the heel of his hand roughly over her exposed public mound, making her pant heavily. "Though I do have to admit, even with that in the way... I like the feel of what you've got."

"NNnhhhhh... ahhhh~ Well, that patronizing Eurotrash boomer, Petite Mort, described this later of material in the middle of my *gasp* bodysuit by saying that it was 'as thin as a condom', so..."

That was all he'd needed to hear, it seems. He yanks his helmet off revealing his football-player-like buzzcut. Letting go of Snowflake's neck at last he wraps his hands around her upper thighs and effortlessly picks up her entire body as he sits there on the floor, lifting her whole body up in front of him, like someone about to tuck into a whole rack of ribs at a barbeque. Thanks to the camera angled down you get a good look at her puffy caramel-brown labial lips before the view is obscured by a pink tongue slithering out and lavishing her pussy with attention.

The confined space of the igloo is soon filled with licking and slurping as the man plunges his face between Snowflake's legs and... oh hell, you can't resist any longer. A moment like this only comes around every so often. Your anger at Weather Balloon is all but forgotten in the moment. You flick the communication channel open.

"Snowflake, are you there?" You ask in as neutral a voice as you can manage, sounding mildly peeved. "What is that slurping noise? I thought you were supposed to be standing guard. Did you make yourself and that novice hero we picked up some snowcones to eat? Or an 'Eskimo pie', maybe?"

"OH MY GOD SHUT THE FUCK UP THUNDERBIRD!! Eskimo pie?! You ra-...! Unless you're literally dying get OFF this channel! Can't you see I'm...." she doesn't know quite how to finish that sentence. You do see that she looks down apprehensively, worried that Griffineagle will have had the moment killed for him.

She needn't have concerned herself though - he seems to be suffering from a quite standard case of 'tunnel vision' brought about by getting a close up view of the particular tunnel she had between her legs. He doesn't pause and soon Snowflake is biting down and gritting her teeth to stop from moaning and groaning into the open comm channel.

"No, I don't see," you lie, trying to suppress a giggle. "But okay, you can fill me in in the debrief later. I'll just... 'get off' now, as you put it."

"Rrrrrrrrr...! That damn Thunderb... ahhhhhh~ oh yes, baby. Right there. Get all the way in there." Snowflake's normally deep voice raises a few octaves and a high-pitched, breathy squeal of pleasure escapes her lips. She reaches down with one of her hands and tries in vain to put her hand on the tent Griffineagle is pitching in his dun-colored speedo but with him holding her up in front of him like that she is helpless to do anything to reciprocate as he savors what she has to offer.

Snowflake is tossing her head from side to side, cursing noisily in the throes of pleasure as she receives his oral 'punishment'. She alternates between running her fingers through his hair and flicking her fingers over the now-visibly protruding buds of her spandex-covered nipples.

"HhhaaaaHHH! Oh you bastard... you've got me so wet I could make a whole 'nother nonbinary snowperson out of it... oh damn... I can barely hold on any longer. But-! I, I want to! I don't want to just stop with oral, I want to take that big brutal thing you were menacing me with before and take it all! Come on, show me just how much of a reckless self-centered pig you are and FUCK ME! Don't hold back, that slutty magical doctor is right around the corner so there's no reason you should care if I get a few bruises!"

Griffineagle's eyes lock with hers. He shifts his grip so that he is resting Snowflake's taut abdomen in the palm of his left hand, lifting her above him as if she weighed no more than the eponymous ice particle, making her quiver with excitement at the display of raw strength. While holding his putatively nonbinary sex partner balanced delicately on one hand he used his free hand to yank down his speedo and the bottom half of his bodysuit down to his knees. With his left leg busted like that it looks like it would be painful, and sure enough his eyes bug out and his nostrils flare as he does. but he never looks away from his quarry.

"Oh holy shit," Snowflake breathes with an excited sputter. "I've never seen one that big before. Is that, like, a part of your mutant powerset? I've never really watched any adult movies so I don't know if that's normal..."

Griffineagle pauses for a second and clears his throat. "You want me to slow d...." he then focuses again on Snowflake's smoldering gaze. "I mean... hnh, too late for second thoughts now... besides, it looks like just the right size to me. Just be glad that I'm not choosing to take your rear entrance... yet."

As a flourish, he airily tosses Snowflake a foot up in the air before catching her by her waist with both hands. She rests her hands on his shoulders as he lowers her perfectly athletic little bottom down towards his lap. From what you can see in the cameras (damn - you really wish they gave a better angle, really) she is exaggerating a little. It doesn't look like any more than eight inches of turgid, veiny man-meat down there to you. Still, it's enough to make part of you a tiny bit jealous.

"AHHHH!" Snowflake's voice reaches a crescendo and echoes throughout her little privacy igloo as the head of Griff's shaft teases up against the crinkled light-brown lips of her non-binary cunt. The thick purple mushroom-head of it is so wide that it covers up and pushes against her opening without entering her just yet while he holds her tantalizingly in place, poised right at the edge of penetration. Sure enough, it seems to be driving Snowflake wild.

The fact that she's breathing so heavily - and Griffineagle too is snorting through clenched teeth as he savors keeping her teetering on the edge of impalement - makes you briefly wonder if Snowflake was sensible enough to leave air holes in her little igloo love shack. You don't see any. Come to think of it, isn't this exactly the kind of situation that little imp-alien Weather Balloon had allowed to get loose was alluding to? You decide Snowflake can't get mad if she does happen to find out you're watching her do all this, after all, there's a danger she doesn't know about (and she's determined to be mad about something all the time anyway, so why bother walking on eggshells?). You put the fact that your efforts to track down Dr. Rainbow have slowed to a crawl due to this distraction out of your mind. If only the camera angles were better.

At the moment Snowflake's attitude is by far the most positive of any time since you've met her as Griff works her pussy down over the helmet of his erect shaft slowly like juicing a lemon, twisting her hips from side to side in his powerful grip. She is panting and moaning intensely now, and lets out an echoing shriek in the confined space when the buff costumed man shoves her hips down forcefully, forcing her wide open and sliding her all the way down his shaft in a single motion. It is more resisted than usual since the stretchy rubber-like substance of her bodysuit ends up wrapping around his cock as it slides inside of her, the surface of it around her crotch being visibly stretched and strained.

Many of the cameras become unwatchable because of the way Snowflake is tossing her head back and waggling her shoulders back and forth. She rests her hands on his taut pectoral muscles as he effortlessly controls her motion. Her breasts, cradled in her tight bodysuit, gently sway up and down with each firm motion. Strong heroes always have to be careful, so his motions are a bit on the slow side, deliberate as he slides her pussy up and down on his lap. For that matter, he's lucky that Snowflake doesn't seem to be one of those elemental-powered supers that has an altered body composition, or who loses control of her powers while in distracting situations.

"Oh yes! I'm h-h-helpless... fuck me like that, just like that!" Growing bold, Griffineagle digs his hands into Snowflake's perfectly toned ass-cheeks and forces her all the way down onto his lap, grinding her clit up against his pelvis as she takes the whole length of his cock. The eccentric snow-thrower frantically shakes her ass from side to side as if giving a lap dance, cries of pleasure getting higher and more breathless until she gives a gut-clenching cry and her whole body shudders in one of the least subtle orgasms you've ever seen.

"You... you made me cum..." Snowflake said weakly in a matter-of-fact voice... but the strongman with her in his grip doesn't seem like he's stopping just yet, on the contrary, he just stares with trance-like determination at her chest...