Fantasy The Liberty Family

Her mind felt completely scrambled by the experience, it was almost like the whole thing hadn't happened, that it had all been a dream. Could she really have just whored herself out and then been fucked by some kind of tentacled alien? It was just all so far from her normal life, that she couldn't believe it was real. Though the way her body felt and the pints of cum covering her naked body rather suggested otherwise.

Trying to comprehend it all Lena just lay back, barely even noticing she was still at the end of a public alley in a wide pool of cum or caring if anyone saw her. It was after a minute or so that she suddenly realised she couldn't feel the cold, hard surface of the alley beneath her back or quite as much cum around her.

Panicking a little she looked around and found that the reason she couldn't feel the alley was that it was about two feet beneath her! She was somehow floating in mid-air above it. The second she saw this, she fell to the ground with a painful thump and splash of cum, almost as if gravity had finally noticed her again.

"Oh my fucking god!" She said as she sat up, gently rubbing her now sore arse.

For a minute Lena just sat there, now reasonably sure she was going mad, first insane with promiscuity then imagining an alien sex beast and now finally believing that she could fly. Clearly the pressure and worry over her missing sister had driven her crazy.

It was then she remembered something about Green Fox, the thoughts of aliens and flying making it just pop into her head. Green Fox was one of the newer heroines, a beautiful brunette who wore a skimpy green and white costume and wielded constructs of alien green energy. Yet unlike Superstud she wasn't an alien, or an an Amazon like Wonder Whore, or even a talented human with clever technology like many of the original heroes such as Phantom Lady and Black Cat. Instead, Green Fox was just a normal girl who had been given her powers when she encountered an alien. Now there was nothing in the public story about tentacles or sex but it wasn't like she was going to tell people that part.

Suddenly excited Lena stood up, several drops of alien cum flying off her body with the sudden movement. She then took a deep breath and with all her being willed herself up into the air. For a moment there was nothing and then with a rush of air, she was floating four feet off the ground!

"Woo hoo!" She cried. She had fucked an alien and now could fly!

Instantly images of her superheroine dreams began to fill her mind and after a few seconds of practice hovering in the air, she dropped back to the ground. She had to work out if there was anything else she could do. Flight was great, incredible even, but was usually a secondary power. There were only so many supervillains you could beat by flying around them. She'd have to try a few things out but a dirty alley wasn't the best place to do it, so she started heading to the exit at the far end, she stayed on foot as she thought flying without a costume might be risky.

It was only at the last moment she remembered her lack of clothes, and hurriedly wiped the worst of the remaining alien cum off herself with some old newspapers that had been sitting in the alley. Before then pulling on her tight top and leather skirt. They were both a bit damp with drops of align cum that had splattered onto them but they were mostly clean, so at least thought she could get away with them in the dark.

Mind filled with excitement and shock Lena dashed back to the busy streets, which were still filled with partygoers but now all a lot more drunk. Ignoring a few slurred come-ons and catcalls, she quickly, but as discretely as she could, made her way to Freedom Park which was on the other side of the party strip. It wasn't always the safest place after dark but it would be quiet, and given everything that had already happened in the evening she felt like she could take her chances.

A few minutes later she stood in a quiet corner of the park ready to test out what powers she might have. First, she tried out flying again, just to be sure it was real and she could still do it. She not only could still fly but found it quickly came naturally to her, swooping around and swiftly turning as agile as any bird. She stayed low to the ground, not wanting to be spotted, but found with just a little practice she could move as well, if not better, than when walking or running.

Landing on the grass again, she wanted to test her strength next and walked over to a nearby fallen tree. Carefully she wrapped her lithe arms around it as best she could and lifted. Then against all expectations she picked the huge tree up as if it were merely a twig. Laughing in glee she lifted it above her head and then tossed it about three hundred yards across the park until it landed with a large crunch. She clearly had super-strength too.

Knowing super-toughness often came with super-strength she decided to try that next and walked over to the nearest fence post. At least she intended to walk but instead found she covered the twenty yards in but a second. Realising she might have superspeed she tried running across the park and found she covered the whole length of it, at least a mile, in a few seconds. Overexcited she then ran a little too far and slammed into a brick wall. The wall promptly collapsed but Lena barely felt a thing which confirmed the super-toughness as well.

Wondering if she had the full set of top-drawer powers she then dashed back into the middle of the park, found a sickly-looking tree and stared at it. Willing terrible things to happen to the tree a moment later red beams of laser-like energy burst from her eyes and cut the tree in half. Lena laughed again in complete joy. She had all the superpowers she had ever wanted and all it had taken was really good sex with an alien. It was the greatest day of her life!

She then remembered Justina and felt bad. Some of her dreams might be coming true but her sister was still missing, lost who knows where. Well she might have always dreamed of being a superheroine and now she could become one, but her first job, perhaps even the reason she had got her powers, was to save her sister. Lena would not rest until her sibling was safe and back home.

A Supervillain is Born

Selina looked down at the costume laid out on the bed before her. It still looked slightly ridiculous to her, if undoubtedly sexy. The main part of it was a black latex-like catsuit, which when worn would tightly wrap around her perfect curves from her ankles up to her shoulders, with a zip running from the neck all the way down and around to the top of the arse.

Accessorizing the sexy catsuit was a pair of gloves made of the same black latex and with the custom addition of sharp claws, a pair of patent leather boots that were knee high and had a wickedly sharp stiletto heel, and a cat mask with little cat ears on top which surrounded her eyes and which would leave only the bottom half of her face visible and nicely hide her identity.

Next to the costume was a long whip and a small belt fitted with a collection of gadgets perfect for some light burglary. Overall it was sexy, practical and would mean a whole new life for her. Yet still, she just looked at it, not quite able to put it on. She knew it was her final chance of making something of her life but it was just such a huge step and perhaps a crazy one.

Selina's earliest memories were much happier than the twenty years since. She had been born into a wealthy family, she didn't remember her father but had fond memories of her kind, loving mother and the huge estate they lived on. As a girl and young teenager, she'd lived a life of luxury, filled with parties, beautiful clothes and her every desire filled. Then suddenly it had fallen apart, she still didn't understand how but within months she was on the run from creditors in a beaten up old car with her mother. Until then within months, her mother had died too, killed she'd long suspected, and Selina was left on her own and penniless.

A teenage girl on her own already had it tough, one that knew nothing of the realities of real life had it so much worse. A string of bad men and even worse women had taken advantage of her as the years passed and she made one bad choice after another. Several that she deeply regretted and hoped one day to fix. The very worst was that a decade and a half ago she'd had two young children taken from her, the state believing she couldn't look after them. That had nearly broken her. Yet slowly she learned how to survive and the spoiled brat Selina became the tough, skilled and quick-thinking woman she was now.

Eventually, she'd made something of a name for herself in the edges of the underworld, nothing too nefarious or violent, but Selina was known as one of the best thieves in both Gothic City and Liberty City. To most people who had come from nothing that, and the decent money she made from it, would be enough but Selina still remembered her previous life and she wanted more. She wanted the money, the luxury and most of all, the fame and respect that came with it. Yet that never came to thieves, you might get rich but no one ever heard of you. At least that was true if you were a normal criminal...but supervillains got it all and so much more.

For a long time, she'd ignored the often crazy, and always dangerous, supervillains when they popped up in the underworld. She'd known people who become minions for The Clown or even joined the cyborg army of Doctor Roboman, yet they'd all ended up on the wrong end of a punch from the Bat Bastard or caught in the rope of Wonder Whore. It had not looked like a good career move.

Then the supervillainess appeared. Not only did Seductress, Sapphire Fox and the others seem slightly more stable and a lot more successful than their male counterparts but they were also incredibly hot. They were not only top of the "most wanted" lists but also the "sexiest women" lists. Despite their crimes, they were icons to girls and fantasies to men everywhere. It was just what Selina wanted -- money, power and control. And just maybe it might let her find her daughters again, no doubt now young women making much more of their lives than she had.

She'd then come up with the idea of joining the supervillains -- she had no powers but she really was an excellent thief, a world-class acrobat and a more than capable hand-to-hand fighter, not to mention just as hot as they were. So she'd decided she would become Catbabe, a supervillain and sex symbol. A perfect plan, other than for the fact it still made Selina feel a little bit silly.

"Fucking hell girl...just do it." Selina finally said to herself after another thirty seconds staring at the costume. It was made of some high-tech material, invented via some kind of super-science, that was used by most heroes and villains. It had cost her the proceeds of her last ten jobs rolled together but was essential to do the kind of work she had in mind when she might potentially face superpowered heroes, so she may as well try it on. If nothing else then the tight, latex-like material would look incredible.

So still feeling a little self-conscious she first pulled off the black bra and panties she was wearing, tossing them into the corner of the rented apartment. She took half a second to take in her tall, perfect body in the mirror, smiled and then tossed back her long, night-black hair as she looked over her large breasts, trim belly, perfect arse and long legs.

"Time to become Catbabe." She said to her naked self in the mirror.

Selina then grabbed the catsuit and started to put it on. First, she slid in one long leg and then the other, and instantly giggled in glee. The latex-like material felt incredible on her skin, so smooth, shiny and sexy. Increasingly comfortable with the whole idea she pulled it up her body, slipping her arms in and letting the suit fall tightly into place around her curves.

"Oh wow...that is worth the money." She said with a gasp, the suit feeling unbelievably sexy on her.

She turned back to the mirror and saw that it looked even better, the zip sat just above her belly button so it was barely done up but even so, it clung tightly to her, accentuating every curve of her hot body. Giggling again she reached up and briefly cupped her own full breasts, giving them a squeeze through the latex. She squealed in delight at the buzz of pleasure as her sensitive tits were crushed in the latex, nipples rubbing against it. She then reached down and pulled the zip up, wanting the suit to encase her properly.

For a moment she pulled the zip right up to her neck and checked the far end was in place too -- it ran from the neck all the way down, passed her groin, under her and back up to end just above her arse. There was a zipper at either end so could be opened from the top or the back. Apparently, that was standard on all the supersuits designed for women as it allowed you to quickly pop to the bathroom when out on patrol or in a hostile environment. Though Selina thought it just looked rather kinky, which she liked even more.

She then smiled and pulled the top zipper back down again, letting the front fall open. She positioned the zip just below her breasts so that the tight latex just about covered her nipples but peeled back to show off large swathes of her full, firm tits. It not only looked great but would be the perfect distraction for anyone with even the slightest interest in breasts.

"Or maybe that should be a purrfect distraction..." She giggled to herself, already feeling like she was getting into character with only half the outfit on.

She then quickly pulled on the gloves and mask, before bending over to grab the boots. She paused for a minute as she caught the sight of her perfect arse, now highlighted in black latex, in the mirror.

"Oh meow!" She said with a smile. Briefly running a gloved hand over her curves before finally picking up the boots.

She then pulled the high-heeled boots on, enjoying how they felt as snug as the catsuit did, pushed her arse out just a little more and gave her several inches of extra height. She gave herself one final look in the mirror to make sure she looked as hot as she felt, certainly sexier than any other woman her age she thought, then grabbed the whip and headed to her apartment's balcony.

A moment later she'd walked out into the cold night air of Liberty City, then pounced up onto the railing that ran around the edge. She balanced on the front of her boots for a moment, getting the feel for acrobatics in her new costume, before spinning around and flicking the whip at a fire escape on the building across the stinky alley below. The long leather cord wrapped around the slightly rusted metal and Catbabe then leapt off, swinging across the alley and elegantly landing on the fire escape on the far side.

"Meow!" She gasped. "This is a lot more fun than walking."

Looking down she saw two drunks laying about in the garbage and she struck a pose on the edge of the fire escape, sticking her tits and arse out, letting the shiny latex of her costume stretch over her curves.

"Oh hello boys!" She purred down at them. "I'm Catbabe! Tell your friends about me!"

With a final grin at the stunned men, she flicked out her whip again and quickly swung away from there towards the location of Catbabe's very first crime.

After fifteen minutes of whip-swinging, acrobatic pouncing and stealthy prowling, Catbabe had made her way across the rooftops of Liberty City to Old Town, the poshest district in the city. It wasn't that far from her apartment in the more bohemian and rapidly gentrifying South Village, but she'd taken a slightly circuitous route to have more chance to really become used to being Catbabe, rather than just Selina. There was a difference to her usual techniques when scaling rooftops wearing five-inch heels and a skintight latex catsuit but she soon adjusted.

She now looked down on a century-old house, one of the oldest in the city, and its rather overgrown grounds. It had certainly seen better days, but due to its history and size was still one of the most expensive properties in the area. Of greatest importance to Catbabe, it was also home to the slightly eccentric Professor of Ancient History at Liberty City University, the only remaining scion of the wealthy Andersson family.

The crazy old man had just taken ownership of the Ankh of Thebes from the Metro City Museum, and Catbabe's sources told her the fool was studying it at home and not at the secure facilities at the university. If all went well she would soon be the owner of one of the most valuable artefacts from Ancient Egypt -- the perfect opening crime to build her reputation as Catbabe, and sure to net her a few million at least.

The first step was to get inside and thanks to the large garden she wasn't just going to be able to swing onto the roof. After taking a minute to survey various routes, Catbabe slinkily made her way to the edge of the rooftop she was standing on and then jumped off. She somersaulted around twice in the air and then landed just inside the metal railings that marked the boundary of the house. Her booted feet sunk slightly into the soft ground, sharp heels pushing into the dirt, but she only needed to bend forward slightly and put one hand on the ground to steady herself. It was a perfect three-point landing.

Catbabe held the pose for a moment, legs spread, butt slightly up in the air. She was confident no one could see but felt it important to practice the dramatic arts of supervillainy as well as the acrobatic ones. Happy she looked suitably sexy and imposing, she then stood up and carefully made her way toward the house.

Keeping to the deep shadows, Catbabe quickly made it to the main building, a few lights looked to be on but for the most part, it looked empty. Her information said the professor lived alone, he didn't even have domestic help, and she guessed by this time of night he would likely be fast asleep. Still, not wanting to take any risks, she headed towards a window on the darker side of the building.

Much to her surprise Catbabe found the window wasn't even locked, let alone alarmed, it was going to be even easier than she hoped. Slowly she pushed the window open until there was about a foot's gap, then she swung her long leg inside, the black latex of her catsuit pulling tightly around her perfect butt as she stretched. Once her boot hit the wooden floor on the other side, she pulled her body through the small gap, large breasts briefly crushed against the window sill, before she was inside.

Looking around she seemed to be in a large library or study with bookshelves, desks and piles of paperwork lining every wall and surface. Clearly, this was the centre of the professor's research and he was not an organised man.

"Hmm...this looks like where kitty wants to be...but where to start." Catbabe whispered to herself, eyes scanning for any clue to the Ankh's location.

A second later she heard a snore and turned, quickly realising she'd missed on key point in the dark -- the Professor was asleep in a large armchair on one side of the room. Not only that but he clearly had the Ankh in his hands. The old guy had obviously passed out in the middle of studying it.

Catbabe took a couple of steps towards the sleeping Professor but stopped when she realised that even with her slinky steps, her sharp heels were making a slight click on the hard wooden floor.

"Time for a cunning pussy plan I think." She purred, beginning to think over her options.

Most obviously she could just dive across to him, grab the Ankh and run. Likely effective, he might not even wake up, but it wasn't very elegant. So instead perhaps she could wake him up and seduce him, from the look of the unkempt and wrinkled old man he would be putty in her hands, she doubted he'd even spoken to a young woman in years, let alone one as hot as her. Catbabe had long learned to use her looks and sexuality as a weapon, and now in costume, she felt even sluttier and sexy than usual, but still, the idea of having the gross old man touch her didn't really appeal. So it would have to be a more stealthy option.

With a smile, she then grabbed her whip off her belt and gently flicked it so that it wrapped around a chandelier that conveniently hung over the armchair in which the Professor slept. Silently Catbabe climbed up a way so she was about six feet off the floor, then turned upside down, her latex-clad body wrapped around the rope tightly, and started to gently swing back and forth.

On the fourth swing, she was close enough to reach out with her hand and grab the Ankh from the sleeping Professor. Unfortunately, the old chandelier choose that exact moment to loudly creak. With a snort the Professor shot awake and Catbabe pulled her hand back but was left swinging upside down in front of him.

"Oh! What?" The professor grumbled as he took in the situation and stood up, Ankh still in hand.

Catbabe took advantage of his confusion to jump off the whip, spin around in the air, and land on her feet in front of the old man.

"Sorry Professor." She purred as she stuck her breasts out at him, the open front of the latex costume barely containing them. "This little pussy just wanted to get her cream...or more precisely that priceless artefact in your hands."

For a moment the Professor just looked at her, eyes roving over her gorgeous body, which was perfectly shown off in her costume, before finally speaking.

"You hussy! You thief!" He barked back at her, fire now in his eyes. "This belongs in a museum! Not with some greedy harlot."

"Ohh..." Catbabe smirked back at him. "That's mean. I'm a good little pussy really."

"I doubt that." He said grouchily. "And worse you are a fool. The Ankh is protected by a powerful curse to stop thieves like you, you have no chance. All I have to do is say the magic words."

"Come now Professor." Catbabe said, taking a sultry step toward him, a tempting smile on her face. "You don't think I'll fool for a silly trick like that. So why don't you hand it over and perhaps I can give you something back in return. Something you've not had for a long time I'm guessing."

"Oh you silly girl! Curiosity, or perhaps greed, really has killed the cat!" He shouted back. "Ankh of Thebes! Protect yourself!"

The moment he finished speaking a strong gust of wind blew from nowhere into the room, causing Catbabe to look around. Then there was a loud crack and a flash of black energy from the Ankh which surrounded the Professor. Catbabe took a step back, forced to look away from the bizarre light. When she looked back the Professor was gone and in his place stood a hideous monster -- the magic of the Ankh had transformed the Professor into an ancient and rather terrifying mummy.

He was now much taller, at least eight foot, and no longer a scrawny academic but well-muscled and athletic. He might even have been attractive if he hadn't been so monstrous in size, not to mention having skin that was now half rotting, greeny-grey colour, and flaking off his body in parts. The only clothes the mummy creature wore were a few scraps of bandage-like wrappings, brown and discoloured, rotting away much as much as his skin was.

However the wrappings did little to hide the creature's body and Catbabe found her eyes drawn to his most distinguishing feature -- an absolutely gigantic cock, which poked out from the bandages, quite clearly fully erect. It was at least a foot long, probably three inches wide, and whilst very impressive it did have the same colouring and partly rotting skin as the rest of the mummy, which slightly spoiled it. Still she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like inside her.

"Oh meow!" Catbabe gasped. "I did not expect that. I thought it was just valuable, not magic!"

She started to back off as the monster slowly advanced on her. Her sharp heels clicked on the floor with every cautious step back.

"Umm...are you in there Professor? Perhaps we could talk?" She was getting increasingly worried, though unsure if she was more concerned about being ripped apart by its muscled arms or fucked by its massive cock.

The creature's only response however was just to open its mouth to show off rows of brown, crumbling teeth and a wet, slimy tongue, before then growling at Catbabe.

She looked behind her to see she was being backed into the bookshelf-lined wall. The windows were behind the creature and the door was on the far side of the room, with her whip still tangled around the chandelier and now out of reach, they didn't look to be an escape. It was fast looking like the career of Catbabe would be very short indeed.

"So not a chatty type then?" She said, as her latex-clad arse hit the wall behind her. "Some idea on what you're going to do with me would be nice though?"

The monster just growled again, as one giant hand reached out to grab her, which she just about managed to dodge by bending down. As she stood back up, she saw that the mummy's eyes has been locked on her butt as she'd bent over and a little drool was now coming out of its mouth. Clearly, the creature was meant to attack her but after a few thousand years without any sex, it was getting terribly distracted by Catbabe's perfect body and sexy costume.

"Oh, I see!" Catbabe purred, running a hand briefly over the outer curve of her breast, hoping the distraction would delay the monster's action, violent or otherwise. "Horny for a little pussy are we?"

That did stop the creature and it just watched her running her hand over her body, as she took on the sexiest pose she could. As she did she ran over her options again, Catbabe had no aversion to a little kinky sex but fucking a rotting monster was not really the kind of thing she liked to do, yet with no obvious route to escape it seemed like the best possible option, as distasteful as it might be. And the monster did have a really, really big cock, so it might not be all bad.

Realising there was only one way out of it, Catbabe just smiled weakly and sighed. She should have gone with the seduction plan all along. Still at least she wasn't one of those stuck-up heroines who pretended to hate sex, she at least was happy to use her body as that was the only option.

She then pulled the top zipper on her costume down to her navel, the extra freedom instantly allowing her full breasts to push open the latex catsuit and show themselves off. At the same time, she reached around behind her and pulled the zipper that sat just above her arse all the way around to a few inches below the other one. That movement pulled open much of the rest of the catsuit and instantly showed off her naked arse and pussy.

"I assume you know how to use that big new cock of yours Professor?" She purred. "So how about instead of killing me, I let you ravage my hot body instead? I know you want it and I promise getting to fuck Catbabe is a lot better than killing her."

The mummy's only reply was a low growling groan but its half-rotted face took on a grimace that she took to be a smile and, more importantly, agreement.

Catbabe took a step forward and reached out with one hand to brush away the few strands of wrapping that barely covered the monster's cock. It might have been grey-green and had skin peeling off it but it was also really massive and very, very hard. It was going to be a bit weird she thought, but not so bad. She then grabbed it in one hand and gently squeezed, she could feel its heat even through her latex glove, and despite its grossness, was increasingly keen to have it inside her.

"Umm...you really are a big boy." She purred, squeezing a little and rubbing her hand along its length. The monster growled in reply, clearly now a noise of pleasure.

Catbabe let her hand run along the length of the monster's cock a few times, squeezing and teasing it in her gloved palm. The feeling of it through the latex was amazing and she felt herself become more and more aroused, wetness spreading across her bare pussy lips.

Catbabe then pressed her whole body against the monster, its cock still in hand, crushing her breasts against his muscled, if rotting, chest, and wrapped one leg around him. She pressed skin and latex alike tightly to him, feeling the heat of his body as her need grew. She was a kinky supervillainess and she was going to fuck a monster just to get the treasure she wanted. Deep down it had been all she ever wanted.

"Oh yes...you are the perfect cat's toy." She whispered as she rubbed her body against his, before her tongue flicked out and she licked along his neck to his mouth. The skin, though grey and peeling, didn't taste as foul as she expected. Oddly tangy but not unpleasant.

Emboldened by that Catbabe then lent up and kissed the monster deeply, soft lips pressed to his, her tongue darting into his mouth. He responded with his own tongue and thick, gooey saliva filled her mouth, but somehow that tasted even better. Slimy and tangy but rather nice.

She then made out with him for a few moments, tongues flicking around each other, as one hand still stroked his cock and the other clasped onto his back. He responded by wrapping his own big arms around her slinky body, pulling her tighter to him. She groaned into their kiss as one hand then dropped and squeezed her arse, grabbing flesh and latex alike.

The creature's other hand then grabbed her arse too, and in one swift motion lifted her up. Catbabe responded by wrapping her booted legs around his muscly body as she felt his hard cock push against her belly. The whole time she kept kissing him, more and more passionately with every moment as her own desire grew. She didn't care he was a monster, she wanted him so bad.

"Ohhh....meow! Please..." She moaned as they finally broke their kiss. "Fuck me!"

The creature responded and lowered her slightly so that its huge cock sat at the entrance of her pussy, the tip just touching her dripping folds. She let out a small gasp of desire, she'd rarely wanted something inside her so badly before.

"OH! MEOW!" She cried out, as slowly, inch by wonderful inch, the creature pushed its huge cock into her.

She'd never had anything so big inside her and yet it felt amazing, being slowly but massively penetrated was a feeling she had been missing all her life. She lent back a little in the monster's grasp, her arms letting go of it, its powerful hands still holding her up tightly by her arse, plenty strong enough to hold her.

"Uhhhh! Yes!" She cried, her head flopping back as the final inch of cock pushed deep into her and the creature held her there.

Catbabe grasped at her breasts, squeezing and playing with them as slowly the mummy pulled back out of her body.

"Ohhh....take me...fuck me..." She purred.

The monster replied with a growl, squeezed her arse and pushed back deep into her dripping pussy, before then slowly starting to fuck her with deep, careful thrusts. Each one pushed perfect, wonderful pleasure through Catbabe, her body utterly open to the monster that had been the Professor just minutes before.

"Uhhh! Uhhhhhhhh!" Catbabe moaned as the mummy monster slammed into her particularly deeply and she felt pleasure like none she ever had before. It was utterly perfect perverted heaven and she realised becoming a supervillain was the best decision she had ever made. She then pushed herself back hard onto its cock, trying to force it further into her, yet she had taken every inch of its huge dick and she was fully hilted on it. And so for a moment it just held her there, her hands still caressing her own breasts and she let out another deep moan. She'd thought that fucking the creature was just going to be a way out of the mess, and probably disappointing at best, if not actually unpleasant. But instead, it was turning out to be the best sex Catbabe had ever had.

The creature then pulled out of her, and back in, starting to fuck her in a faster, pounding rhythm as she did her best to drive herself onto him, still held tightly in his arms. She let go of her tits and grabbed onto the creature's shoulders so she could give herself more leverage to hump down on him. Now free the two large, pert globes started bouncing around in time with their fucking.

Sweat was soon glistening all over Catbabe's body, running down her smooth skin where she was naked, and causing her costume to slip around a little where she was not. It seemed to add to Catbabe's arousal, reminding her she was being fucked by a monster whilst still mostly dressed in a sexy, slutty costume. Truly her first supervillain adventure was so much better than she had hoped.

"Ugggghhh! ME-OW!" She cried as she felt her orgasm fast approaching, their fierce humping growing in intensity. "I'm gonna cum! Please! Kitty wants her cream!"

The monster growled again and seemingly on command shoved its cock back into her, right up to the hilt, and instantly started cumming. Catbabe could feel the hot, slimy jism spurt into her and it triggered her own climax, her body shaking as wondrous pleasure burst through her.

She grabbed tightly onto the creature, who grunted as more jism fired into her, holding their bodies together and ensuring she got his full load. Every spurt of cum pushed Catbabe's orgasm to a new peak, driving her higher and higher. The creature seemed to have a lot of cum too, spurting way more than any normal guy, this was not simply over in a few damp squirts.

"Uhhh! More! More!" She moaned as she continued to be filled up. However she was now so full she could feel jism starting to leak out of her hole and down her legs, smearing across skin and costume alike. That didn't stop the creature though and another few sprays fired into her body.​