Side note: These don’t have motors. They’re completely momentum/wind-powered and literally just wander around beaches unsupervised like giant abstract monsters.
His attention now completely on the gorgeous woman under him, Syx cupped her cheeks as he kissed her, his tongue tracing Anna’s lips as it sought entrance. Sliding his hands down her lean form he began to strip off what little clothing she did have on. Pressing his bare chest against hers with a blissful sigh, “Anna~”
She opened for him easily, her tongue tangling with his with passionate desire. She eagerly lifted her hips from the couch to free herself from the confines of the clothing.
“Syx..” she breathed, arching to him, “Please.. please I need you..”
With her pants gone, Syx hitched her legs over his thin hips. His tentacle sliding eagerly along her folds as he continued their tongue war. The slick mobile dick adding it’s lubrication to her pussy. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, biting on it and pulling. His hands smoothing over her sides as he growled, “How do you want me?”
With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life.
Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside.
Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining.
“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs.
Syx let out a breath and nodded, “Just have to… figure out transportation…” he honestly had no idea where the invisible car had been left in his haze and was certain the holowatch/communicator was in the car. He might own a cell phone, but Minion didn’t. Nor did the lair have a landline.
As he fussed around to gather the pieces of his costume he’d shed in his delirium last night, he explained, “Minion, he’s not on camera much. We keep him more behind the scenes. Fish in a gorilla suit?” he prompted.
Paige made a soft noise as she pressed her lips together some as she hummed a bit, trying to think about if she would have ever seen something like that. “…Aaaaaaaah. No. No I have no idea who you are talking about,” She informed Syx, shifting.
“Either way, I really don’t care where we go to eat .Seriously. Just.. yeah. Pick one.”
Seeing as she was utterly unhelpful with assisting in suggesting a means of transportation or anything else, Syx tucked all his things back on his person and began hunting for a phone. Finding it, the blue villain scowled at it for a long time before dialling up one of his uncles. He decided against taking her back to the Lair. It would be far harder to get there without the car and at this point, he feared how she’d react to Minion.
“It’s Blue. Hit it rough on Purple Smoke’s turf. Had to crash for the night. At Green Gee’s now, yeah. Nah, he skipped out of the joint last month,” Syx slipped into his street slang as he spoke softly to his uncle, “Need food, for me and a friend, any trouble? If it was Minion, I would have said Minion. No, she works for Uncle Mickey. Okay, yeah, see you in twenty.”
Looking back at Paige, he shrugged, “We’re walking unless you have a car. I don’t know where mine is. I hope you like Italian.”
Megamind had been performing a steak-out. Sitting on the roof of a nearby building. He’d had brain bots watching the place and tonight should have been the night. A gang had been planning on moving very dangerous weapons through his city and he could allow that.
The night had dragged on. Too many long nights that he’d been building new machines and tracking this potential shipment. His eyes drooped and he was asleep before he knew it.
He was falling …up… the ground disappearing beneath him until Earth was nothing but a marble in the black inkiness of space. His heart seized. No! Nooo! Not again!
Jerking wildly as he awoke, Megamind blinked in confusion at the face that swam into his vision. The expression making it hard to understand who he was looking at, memories blurring together as he tried to put the right name to the face in his half awake state with heart still hammering, “Wha…?”
Megamind hummed in agreement as he took the paper and slipped it into a hidden pocket. After a moment’s thought, he bit his lips and sighed.
Leaning down he took a pen and drew a sideways 6 a piece of paper so it looked more like as eye. Tapping it he told here, “I can get you a plaque or something, but just put this but in blue somewhere by the entrance or bar. Think of it as one of those security company logos and if someone does rob you, tell me. They won’t do it again.”
Any of the criminals in the area he held knew Mr. Blue/Megamind or would learn that name very fast.
Emma watched him in what it was he did, her head tilting curiously as he drew a 6 onto the piece of paper. She listened quietly as he spoke, nodding slowly to show that she was at least following along despite the time. She slanted a look up at him, examining him with a long look for a moment before taking a deep breath, her fingers closing over the paper.
“..I’ll do that..” she assured him quietly, though couldn’t help but wonder what kind of issues it would bring by having that on her door. She wouldn’t voice those.. she would accept his generosity without complaint. “Thank you.”
Letting out a breath, Megamind nodded, “Your assistance was appreciated,” he was certain he could have gotten it himself, but she had saved him a lot of time and effort.
Smoothing his cape back around him, he headed back toward the door, “Ciao, ciao, I’ll take you over the Hell Cat any day.”
Gripping the very soft fabric of her purple cloak and burying the front of the book extra closer towards her chest, the young witch felt herself growing very nervous but also a bit of faint wonder coursed through her veins when she took notice of the fish with the robot body of a gorilla went into her line of vision though by now she couldn’t see much due to the tears over flowing in her eyes a few of them had already came down her cheeks leaving wet trails behind.
“I had to leave my home. There was nothing left for me there my sisters are dead and now I feel as though I have nothing left to live for being all alone like this without a family to call my own” Feeling her face scrunch up, she couldn’t hold back a sob.
“Uhhh… you’re not supposed to cry… screaming is far more appropriate,” well great, now Megamind felt like an ass. Shit, and the family thing pulled at his heartstrings, but damn it! She could be faking to get his guard down! With a furrowed brow he looked to Minion for help, “Yes but… why here?”
Minion just shrugged at his Sir, mammals made even less sense to him. Pushing a chair at the distressed witch, he offered, “Would you like a cookie, Miss? They’re fresh out of the oven.”
Even if she did need to be tied down, it would be easier if she was already in the kidnapping chair.
[TXT MSG: Unhand me you fiend!! *kicks and waves arms, pretending to struggle dramatically* ]
[TXT: *holding you down and bobbing my head, sucking on you eagerly. Grinding myself against your face as the fluid I’m leaking increases* ]
[TXT MSG: *trying so hard to focus on you but feeling pulled by my own pleasure, even as I’m wanting nothing more than to make my overlord cum again, this time all over my face ]
[TXT: *shuddering over you as I get close to coming again, having to take my mouth off of you to gaps for air* oh god Harrison, more~ *my tentacle writhing in your mouth, pushing deeper. Muscles twitching as I fill your mouth with thick sweet fluid as I cum again* ]
“Hi!” Hel chirped, looking up at the blue man. “I’m blue too!” she told him proudly. Then she giggled. “You’re not a Jotunn though, like me. Where are you from? Are your from here on Midgard?”
Syx raised a brow at the young child he’d run across. That she wasn’t scared of him was something he was slowly getting used to. What she said was odd, but then from what little he knew of children he got the impression that this was normal.
Raising a sceptical brow at the blond girl, he replied, “You’re blue? And Midgard… you mean earth? No, I wasn’t born here.”
“You just randomly found a secret entrance into a super villain’s lair?” Megamind groaned, covering his face with his hands. Damn it, he didn’t even have his gloves on! He wasn’t prepared to be dealing with this. “You honestly expect me to believe that?”
Hunching his shoulders in the way that would normally make him look bigger if he’d had his spiked mantle on, Megamind glared at her. He had no idea what to even do with her. “Why are you even in Metrocity?”
Sarah’s eyebrows rose up in surprise, her mouth opened and closed several times struggling to find a proper way to respond until eventually she managed to stammer something out, though it was by no means a satisfying reaction but she kept her tears at bay from escaping the corner of her eyes. Even if it was just a question she felt a sting within her heart “I chose to come to this city and I don’t think the reason for my being in the city is any of thou concern”
“Considering the fact that this is my city, I think it is!” Megamind raised his chin and the woman, “And you are in my Lair!”
He refused to feel bad about upsetting her. She was the one who had invaded his space. Minion had been lurking for a time now, having gotten the cookies in the oven and gone around to close the door they’d left open. He made himself know now.
“Should I get the knockout spray and the ropes, Sir?” he looked at the poor woman with a bit of worry, hoping they could get her back where she belonged at the very least. But their own safety came first.
“And what do we have here?” Zagam’s eyes widened in surprise, first wary, to see a strange artefact floating around him, but relaxed immediatly when noticed it was just trying to call his attention, thing that did succesfully. His gaze soon moved towards the blue man that for one second he thoug might be Mr. Drake. It wasn’t him, of course. The colony was not the same neither the energy. Another blue man?
Zagam flashed him a charming smile leaning forward on his chair, there is the resting area of the exhibition. “Pretty artefact you have here. Is it yours?” He asks with playfully interest.
“Normally there would be lots of screaming or shouting,” or at the very least nervous looks. Now he only seemed to get them when he was in full villainous wardrobe. It was still taking some getting used to. Syx stuffed his hands in his pockets, a soft smile playing across his face as Harrison was mentioned, recalling his pleasurable meeting with the other blue man. The other part, though, “You have other shapes?”
At the suggestion of coming over for Minion’s baking, Syx blinked. Would he want that? Yes… that might be very nice indeed, “If you do… I am under standing orders from Minion to inquire as to any dietary needs you have.”
.The devil smiles broadly as he elegantly steps closer to Syx, in a way they could keep moving to see the rest of the strange but magnificent exposition. “Yes. I have other shapes. Are you curious?” He doesn’t mind show it. He is really open with people. Especially when he doesn’t sense an evil trait. Syx could be a villain but Zagam doesn’t smell on him that desire of blood or betray.
“My dietary needs?….Salty food” he replies without think much about it.
As they walked, the reached a section of large photos. Scenes from battles caught on camera and blown up images of him in his various costumes over the years. He and Metro Man had always had a bit of a fashion war going on, always trying to out due the other between general costume changes and special occasion outfits.
“I’m always curious. So your looking like this is the same as my disguise? Just something to make others more comfortable?” Syx raised a brow, “Salty food? How salty. I mean salt is a mandatory dietary need for all mammals, do you just need a higher sodium intake?”
“I don’t have much cause to find myself around pregnant women.”
“An’? Ya still could’ve figure’ i’ ou’.”
“What? Like I’m supposed to try and judge everyone’s belly size that I meet and try and assess whether or not they happen to be growing a person inside of them?”
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