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Once he’s kneeling between her legs again, Roxanne taps a fingertip against her own lips.
“Kiss,” she says.
Megamind leans forward, hands braced against the headboard on either side of Roxanne’s head, and kisses her.
He kisses her very thoroughly, but touches nothing but her mouth; Roxanne makes a pleased noise into the kiss and reaches up with one hand to hold the back of his neck, puts her other hand on his waist, fingers splayed possessively.
When she slides her hand from his neck, Megamind takes it as a cue to break the kiss. He sits back on his heels and Roxanne relaxes back onto the pillows and regards him through eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
“God, you’re gorgeous, Roxanne,” Megamind can’t help but say. “You really should be a queen.”
She flushes slightly at that, with pleasure, he can tell, but with a hint of surprise. Even now, she’ll still look surprised sometimes when he says things like that.
It’s quite beyond Megamind, how Roxanne can have gone through her life without realizing how beautiful she is.
“Take my shoes off for me, would you, sweetheart?” she says.
Megamind moves down the bed and reaches for her left foot. He unbuckles the strap that goes around her ankle and slides the shoe off gently. She lets out a little sigh of contentment when he does it, her toes curling. He reaches for the next shoe, unbuckles it, slides it from her foot, and she lets out another sigh. Megamind leans over the side of the bed and places the shoes on the floor.
Roxanne is watching him when he straightens up, and when he meets her eyes, she smiles at him.
“Now,” she says, “I want you to get me off using only your tentacles—and I want you to do it one tentacle at a time. You only get to switch to the next tentacle after I come.”
Megamind feels his eyes go round; Roxanne’s smile goes even more sweetly devious.
“And you,” she says, “don’t get to come at all while you’re doing it.”
Megamind gulps and she arches an eyebrow at him.
“Do you think you can do that?” Roxanne asks.
His tentacles pulse. Megamind swallows hard.
“I,” he says, planting his hands on the mattress on either side of Roxanne and leaning down so that his body hovers over hers, “I can do that, Roxanne.”
Roxanne grins up at him, sharp and wicked.
“Prove it,” she says.
The material of her panties still covers her; Megamind separates one tentacle from the rest and uses it to push the fabric down off of her. The contrasting textures of the silk and the lace makes him shiver. And then he touches Roxanne and it’s—
—fuck, so good—
She was definitely telling the truth about enjoying this; she’s almost as slick with desire as he is, and she moans as soon as he flicks his tentacle against her clit. He starts to stroke her in earnest, and her back arches, her hips rising up as she seeks more sensation. Megamind shudders and forces his own hips to stay still.
“Mm,” Roxanne says, “—ah—yes—ohh yes; just like that, Megamind—”
He repeats the motion and is rewarded when she throws her head back and moans.
“Yes! Oh, that’s so good—there! Yes—oh—!”
Megamind tightens his fingers in the sheets, trying to ground himself as he continues the motion, increases the pressure slightly.
“Yes—yes—yes—yes!”
Roxanne’s voice rises as her orgasm hits, and Megamind watches her face, drinking in her expression—god, she looks so beautiful when she’s letting him make her come.
He eases the motion of his tentacle as she comes down from the climax, then bites the inside of his cheek and, concentrating, pulls the tentacle away and replaces it with another.
Roxanne makes a contented humming sound as he flickers his tentacle against her softly. Five orgasms in a row is going to be a lot; he needs to be careful, otherwise she’s going to end up too overstimulated to enjoy this properly.
He doesn’t just focus on her clit this time, but strokes his tentacle over the rest of her sex as well, alternating between the different kinds of touches.
It takes longer to work her up to an orgasm this way, and this one doesn’t break over her as violently as the first one did. This climax seems to wash through her like a gentle wave. She moans softly and her hips rock up almost languidly, the orgasm lasting longer than the first.
Pleasure is coiled tight and hot around Megamind’s spine; all it would take is a thought to tip him over into a climax of his own, but he grits his teeth against it and switches to another tentacle.
It takes him several moments to complete the maneuver; all of his tentacles are moving, desperate and involuntary, against each other, tangling, coiling, and it’s hard to convince one to separate itself from the others. He’s gasping for breath by the time he manages it.
His eyes are squeezed shut; he opens them to see Roxanne looking up at him, her expression soft-edged with pleasure.
She’s—she’s so—
He wants to kiss her, wants to bury his face in the crook of her neck, wants to thrust his tentacles into the glorious wet heat of her, wants—
Megamind moans and flickers his tentacle against her clit—lightly, still, but quickly, now, too, moving the tentacle as swiftly as he can manage.
Roxanne takes a sharp breath, her eyes going wide, her hips twitching.
“—oh—” she says, sounding surprised.
“—good?” Megamind manages to ask.
“Yes,” she says, “yes, like that, but—lower—ah—”
Megamind complies with the direction and she moans, closing her eyes.
“—ah—and—right,” she says, “go—to the right—just a little—”
Megamind hesitates; his thoughts are only about half coherent and he has no idea if she means her right or his and—
Roxanne opens her eyes, and his confusion must show in his expression, because she gives a soft almost-laugh, affection and pleasure mixed together.
“—distal,” she says, “move—just—a little bit distal, sweetheart.”
Megamind immediately does, and she laughs up at him again.
“Anatomical—directions,” he says, and then gasps out, “—so much clearer.”
Roxanne’s laughter this time turns into a moan; all of his currently unoccupied tentacles pulse and writhe even harder in response and he hears himself make that birdsong-sound of pleasure and need.
“Yes,” Roxanne says, “oh—Megamind—yes—Megamind—Megamind—!”
Her voice breaks as she comes for him again.
Switching to the fourth tentacle feels almost impossibly difficult, but he does it, somehow.
He coils it around her clit and rubs her like that, more force than he’s been using so far.
Roxanne makes a perfectly gorgeous moaning sound and slides her hands up the sides of her own body, over the corset. Megamind moans, aching to touch her like that himself. She bites her lip and cups her breasts through the corset—god, she’s too much; too beautiful, too sexy, too perfect—
HIs tentacle begins to move a little faster and Roxanne gasps, her eyelashes fluttering as her eyes slip closed with pleasure.
The corset has laces too, all down the front of it; Roxanne reaches for these, now, tugs at the ribbon, pulling the bow free. She yanks at the top laces, loosening them, and then pulls the sides of her corset’s top apart. Her breasts spill out, pink tipped and perfect, and Megamind wants desperately to bend down and put his mouth on them.
Roxanne puts her hands on them instead, cupping them again, then teasing the nipples.
Megamind makes an inhuman sound of desire at the sight of her; a moan that starts deep in his chest and ends in a warble.
She opens her eyes and looks up at his face, gasping with every stroke of his tentacle, with every movement of her own fingers. Then she looks down the length of her own body, at her hands teasing her breasts and his tentacle stroking her, at all the rest of his tentacles rubbing themselves off against each other, desperate for her touch.
“Oh,” she says, “oh—ohh yes, Megamind—fuck—yes—ah!”
Her voice rises in rapture, breaks as she comes.
Megamind’s breathing sounds more like sobbing, now, and he can’t help the way his hips move in involuntary little jerks. His control keeps trying to slip, the tentacle doesn’t want to cooperate. He’s not sure he can focus sufficiently to manage the fine movements that stroking her clit will require, so he presses the tentacle into her instead.
Roxanne moans in response.
The heat, the sensation of her around him, almost sends him into an orgasm; he holds it back by sheer force of will and curls his tentacle, presses it against her, trying to find the angle that—
Roxanne cries out, her back arching—yes, there; yes—
It’s hard to concentrate on anything other than the climax that threatens to overwhelm him, on anything other than the gorgeous sound and sight and sensation of Roxanne beneath him and around him and in the throes of pleasure.
But he scrapes together enough focus to keep his tentacle moving for her, rubbing against that spot inside her that makes her gasp and moan and cry out, until finally her hips jerk and one of her cries turns into a scream.
She flutters around him as she comes, and Megamind nearly sees stars as he just barely stops himself from coming as well.
Roxanne gives a long, languid sigh and relaxes back onto the pillows, all of the tension in her body gone. His tentacle continues moving inside her; he’s too far gone to make it hold still, but he has just enough self-control to keep from thrusting the rest of them inside her.
“Mmm,” Roxanne says, eyes half-lidded. “That was good, baby; you did so good.”
Megamind can’t answer, can barely keep from sobbing with need.
“Now I want you to do something else for me, okay, sweetheart?” she says. “Can you be good for me and do what I say?”
“—yes,” Megamind gasps out.
Roxanne smiles up at him and he whimpers, his whole body twitching as if in the wake of an electric shock.
“Anything I say?” she asks.
“Anything,” Megamind babbles, “anything, Roxanne, anything; please—”
She reaches up and touches his face gently, smiles up at him, soft-edged and filled with love.
“Sit up,” she says.
“S-sit—? Wh—fuck!” Megamind says. “Nnn—son of a fucking—why? Why why why?”
He shoves himself up and off of her with a little scream of frustration.
His tentacles are moving frantically, now, and his entire body feels like a wire pulled to the absolute edge of tension; he has to claw at the bedclothes to keep from touching himself.
“Oh, you are so good!” Roxanne says delightedly. “Oh my god, Megamind; you are fantastic!”
He moans in torment when the praise makes his tentacles writhe harder.
“Get the vibrator out of the bedside table,” Roxanne says, “the little purple one.”
Megamind’s whole body is shaking as he crawls over to the bedside table and opens it, takes out the vibrator.
“Good boy. Come back over here,” Roxanne says.
Megamind moans at the praise and obeys, coming back to kneel between her legs again without touching her.
Roxanne smiles at him.
“Now,” she says, “you’re going to turn that vibrator on, hold it with your tentacles, and use it to make me come.”
Megamind’s breath hisses through his clenched teeth.
“And no,” she says gently, smiling like an angel giving benediction, “you’re still not allowed to come yourself.”
Megamind, too far gone even to argue or beg, makes a wordless, alien sound, all weird vibrations and strange harmonics and pushes the vibrator into his tentacles.
This particular toy is slim and light; it’s fairly easy for him to hold like that, and the shaft of it has a series of slight dips and curves, giving him an even better grip.
Even just holding the toy with his tentacles, letting them wrap around it and rub against it, feels nearly overwhelmingly good. When he reaches down with a shaking hand and turns the toy on, he cries out, hips snapping, his head thrown back and his back arching, his whole body an arc of desperate near-ecstasy.
Somehow, he manages to hold off an orgasm, manages to get his body back under control, stop his hips from thrusting mindlessly into the air, stop arching his back.
Roxanne is looking at him, her lips parted and her eyes wide and dark.
“God, Megamind,” she says. “You’re so beautiful. You’re absolutely amazing.”
Megamind whimpers and rises up on his knees, leans forward so that his body is hovering over hers. His arms are trembling but they hold his weight. He bites his lip and looks down, trying to position the vibrator.
“—ah—” Roxanne says. “Yes. Ohh, that’s good. Fuck, yes.”
Megamind looks at her face again—
—so gorgeous—perfect—
“Feels so good, Megamind,” Roxanne moans. She rakes her teeth over her lower lip and looks down at where his tentacles are using the vibrator on her. “—god, that’s—so fucking hot—”
Megamind doesn’t answer, can’t answer. The vibrator hums torturously in his oversensitive tentacles, sending wave after wave of agonizing pleasure through his body. Every inch of his skin feels hot and tight; every nerve ending in his body is lit up.
“Harder,” Roxanne moans, moving her hips along with the motions of the vibrator, “—harder—yes—ah—faster—yes—yes—ohh—”
The motion of her hips goes harder and more uncontrolled as her climax hits.
Megamind continues to move—tentacles and hips now, too; he can’t help it. The vibrations continue to wash through him, pleasure building and building with no release.
Roxanne smiles up at him and reaches up to cup his cheek in her hand.
“Megamind,” she says, “my Megamind. You’re so good, Megamind. You’ve been so good for me; you’ve done just what I wanted, haven’t you? And all I had to do was ask.”
She leans up and presses a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. Megamind sobs.
“Come for me, now, Megamind,” she murmurs, lips brushing over his. “I want you to come.”
Megamind turns his head, catching her mouth in a kiss. He reaches down with one and and pulls the vibrator from his tentacles, tosses it blindly aside, wanting—needing—to feel Roxanne, to—
He grabs her thigh and pulls her leg up to hook around his waist, then thrusts, hard and deep, pressing every one of his tentacles into her at once.
—hot tight wet good so good—
Roxanne breaks the kiss, arching her back and moaning his name, and Megamind climaxes so hard it feels as if he’s coming apart—an explosion of light behind his eyes, and shockwaves after.
His hips are still moving—not thrusting; he can’t bring himself to withdraw from her enough to thrust—but rolling against hers, all of his tentacles deep inside her.
Roxanne slides her hand around to hold the back of his neck, and Megamind comes again, hard on the heels of his first orgasm, his second climax breaking over him in a wave of bright ecstasy.
This one lasts even longer than the first, when he comes back to himself his face his buried in the crook of Roxanne’s neck and she’s stroking his back, murmuring his name, telling him how sweet and beautiful and good he is, praising him and telling him how much she loves him.
Megamind takes a shuddery breath and tries to push himself up, not wanting to crush her, but his arms are trembling too hard for him to make it upright. Roxanne laughs softly and rearranges the two of them, so that he’s lying beside her, their legs tangled together. He makes a wordless noise of gratitude and presses his face to the side of her neck again.
“You did so good, baby,” Roxanne says, arm wrapped around his waist, holding him close. “That was wonderful, Megamind; it was amazing. So good, sweetheart. So, so good. I’m so lucky to have you, Megamind; I love you; I love you so much.”
Megamind shifts slightly, pulling his head back, and Roxanne responds just as he hoped she would, by kissing him.
When she breaks the kiss, she presses a kiss to his cheekbone, then his forehead, then his nose, his chin, scattering kisses all over his face.
She bumps her nose against his and he gives a quiet laugh. Roxanne pulls back enough to look at him.
“I did good?” Megamind asks, feeling a little silly for asking but wanting to hear her say it again.
“You did so good,” Roxanne says fervently, “you did fantastic. I really, really cannot overstate how absolutely amazing you are, Megamind.”
She strokes his face, looking amazed.
“God, the fact that you did all that for me,” she says, “just because I asked you to—”
“I wanted to,” Megamind says softly. “I wanted to be good for you, Roxanne.”
She makes a quiet noise and kisses him.
“You are,” she says. “You are so good.”
She kisses him again, then settles back to look at his face once more.
“Was that all right for you, too?” she asks. “It wasn’t too much?”
Megamind gives a soft laugh and grins at her.
“It was perfectly too much,” he says. “It was exactly the right kind of too much. Your evil plots are the best plots ever, Roxanne. Fantastically, brilliantly, overwhelmingly evil.”
Roxanne grins back at him and stokes a fingertip down the bridge of his nose.
“Yeah?” she says.
“Yes,” Megamind says.
She taps her fingertip against the tip of his nose and then leans in to kiss him. Megamind kisses her back, reaching up to touch her hair, and then has to break the kiss to yawn.
Roxanne yawns too, and then laughs.
“Mm,” she says. “Help me the rest of the way out of this corset, baby, so we can take a nap.”
Megamind kisses her.
“Please tell me I’m allowed to use my hands this time,” he murmurs, trying not to smile as his lips brush hers.
Roxanne laughs.
He breaks the kiss, snickering as well, and reaches for her laces.