@walkitoffrogers sent My muse has been affected by sex pollen! They're uncontrollably horny, 20x as sensitive, and… tied to a chair. How does your muse deal with this? (Sin/Hydra Cap)
Steve had been exposed to a compound HYDRA cooked up, something out of their darker vaults. The team called it “sex pollen” for simplicity’s sake, but there was nothing simple about the way it ravaged his body. She knew about it, but never had to deal with it first hand.
Steve was drenched in sweat, chest heaving, head thrown back as he growled low through clenched teeth. Sin stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching him carefully. How interesting...and dangerous. How long would the effects last on him? Could he survive the lust?
“You just had to touch it, didn’t you?” she purred, watching the strain in his thighs, the twitch in his arms. “Curious little soldier.”
She knew the pollen’s reputation. experimental, psychoactive, and viciously aphrodisiacal. On him, it was like lighting a match near a munitions depot.
So she made the call. Chains, not standard Hydra restraints. These were reinforced with adamantium filament, the kind they used to hold gamma-level threats. She hadn't taken any chances. Steve was stronger than anyone she'd ever dealt with, and right now, he was out of his mind with lust, strength magnified by the compound flooding his system. She had felt his wrists strain against the restraints when she'd stepped too close. She knew the chair wouldn't last forever.
"You're lucky I was the one who found you first," she said coolly... "Anyone else would’ve let you tear through half the city trying to get your hands on someone...."
She tilted her head, stepping a fraction closer. His eyes locked on her like a starving man watching the only meal in the room. "I wonder how sensitive you are right now..." she whispered, finally stepping closer and placing her hand on his thigh.
