Imagine Angel thinking about how he’s going to shoot his shot and suggest happy-to-be-alive sex, to you. And your boyfriend OJ. If you all actually survive Jean Jacket.
Imagine finding out how bat-like the space vampires are after the two males drain the guards before breeding you. The first lays you on the bed of his “coffin” before parting your legs and leaving a mating plug. Meanwhile, his companion coaxes you into fellating him.
Note: Sorry for the wait. Forgot to put this one on my to do list. Ngl, I’m jealous of Poisandra’s hat.
Imagine Sledge and Poisandra convincing you to have a threesome.
“I’m not sure about this,” you admitted. The villains looked taken aback. “You’re a cute couple-”
“I know! Which is we’d make an even cuter throuple!” Poisandra exclaimed.
Sledge sighed. The seduction was not going as planned. If it was one-on-one, either could have lured you away from the Rangers. This was overwhelming you. And his fiancée was too busy ogling your low-cut V-neck to notice.
You figured they wanted to take you back to the ship. Which was a correct assumption, but a three-way proposal? Sledge looked like an evil overlord. Poisandra looked like a peppy children’s toy. You looked attractive to both of them.
“This is taking too long, Poisy,” Sledge’s guttural voice startled you.
“Oh, I have just the thing!” she responded, taking out a palette. “Just use the Lovey Dovey makeup.”
A makeover wasn’t going make you more receptive to her advances, and you were about to say so when her fiancé eagerly took the brush and swiped it up the center of your chest.
“You’re really good with your hands,” you gushed. “Do you want me shirtless?”
“Yes, and take a seat,” responded Sledge, patting his lap. He had you face Poisandra, then pulled you into a full nelson. She painted a heart around your navel.
“You didn’t need makeup to make me think you’re pretty.”
For once, the villainess was speechless. She was too delighted by the prospect of seeing you get fucked by Sledge, while she boinked you herself. Poisandra unzipped her bustier.
Imagine having a power play three-way with Zapan and Hugo.
Even though you were fully capable of not only defending yourself but kicking ass, Hugo was defensive. Despite the fact you could take them both on. Were taking them both on, you realized.
Surprisingly, your boyfriend seemed to have the high ground when you three got back to your place. Zapan was between his thighs, mechanical tongue lapping from Hugo’s tip to his perineum. Hugo turned to smile at you, before the android flipped him over and spread his cheeks. Zapan bragged about a self-lubricating penis, which Hugo had scoffed at earlier.
“Push your ass,” you found yourself saying, “back.”
Your guest chuckled, before seizing Hugo by the scalp and instructing him to eat your pussy.
“Your butt’s next,” Hugo tossed over his shoulder.
