PWP: Respect (Emma Frost/Power Girl)
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seriousficTitle: Respect
Fandom: Marvel/DC crossover
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,932
Characters/Pairings: Emma Frost/Power Girl
Summary: It’s yet another multidimensional brawl. Emma is tasked with keeping Power Girl occupied. Scott is not specific as to how. Written for the Marvel Kink Meme.
Power Girl froze, fist cocked to punch Emma all the way to the Bottega Veneta Fall Collection. Her muscles bulged and her breasts heaved magnificently, but all the effort in the world couldn’t move her one inch.
Emma smirked at her. Scott had told her that Power Girl had to be neutralized while he and the team did important X-Men things, but he’d unwisely left the exact means to Emma. Of course, it was shocking how negligent these JLA people were to psychic defenses. They were positively virginal.
“May I just say, you take wonderful care of your body?” Emma ran her hand over Power Girl’s diamond-hard abs before reaching into her mind for a less embarrassing moniker. “Karen?”
“Fuck you!”
“Don’t be so impatient.” Emma stripped off her gloves. “In fact, I would pay millions for a body like that. But only if I could do something with that hair. If you want the world to know you’re a homosexual, there are any number of more fashionable ways to do it.”
“I’m not a lesbian!” Karen swore through clenched teeth.
“Oh? Then what’s this memory I have of you and Huntress in the showers? Not to mention a very fetching redhead named Oracle, a barely legal blonde with something of a family resemblance, and… Big Barda? Really? Who is she, a professional wrestler?”
“Stay out of my head!”
“Where’s the fun in that? Please, relax, we have some time to kill and there’s a fantasy in that dirty mind of yours that I’m just dying to indulge.” Emma rested her hands on Karen’s breasts, gloriously protruding from the cut-out in her uniform. “Those are natural? Do you know how much I had to pay for mine?”
She began to fondle them ever-so-briefly, drawing circles on the exposed tops with her fingers, looking into Karen’s eyes as she made her breathing quicken. “We won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. But keep in mind, I know exactly what you want me to do to you, even if you don’t. The conscious mind is such a bitch, honestly. And it thought up that costume as well. Buccaneer boots, darling? Really?”
“Fuck—“ Karen rethought her choices of words. “Go to hell!”
“Only if I can wear my Jimmy Choos there.” Emma showed her high heels under miles of leg. “They look nice, don’t they? How would you like to lick them clean? No, no that’s not what you want. You want me to keep touching your breasts. Funny, how many people stare at them, yet no one does the obvious thing…”
“Pervert!” Karen hissed, without her previous vehemence. “Bitch! Freak!”
“All of the above,” Emma drawled out, amused.
She lovingly extracted Karen’s breasts from the cut-out. They shot up, plump and buoyant even without a bra. Emma tested their heft, their bounce, groping them with unabashed passion. She even slapped them lightly from side to side, watching their pendulous motion. Karen bit her lip in restrained pleasure.
“My, my. A little less musculature and this would be exactly the body I wanted as a little girl. Don’t cry, dear, you make the muscles work. It’s a pity your teats aren’t false. I would definitely let you go in exchange for the number of your plastic surgeon. But oh, how you’d hate for this to stop.” She ran her hands over Karen’s breasts, closing her eyes in appreciation as she caught the nipples between her fingers, like an opera patron enjoying an aria. “I suppose I can have the body I wanted as a little girl…”
“You…” Karen groaned, struggling for words as Emma lowered her lips to a hardened nipple. “You’re a bitch!”
“No. I’m the bitch.” Emma’s mouth closed around the nipple, teeth first, hard enough to leave the lightest of indentations in Karen’s invulnerable skin, then her tongue lavished those indentations with wet, loving heat.
No matter how hard she tried to deny it, Karen couldn’t stop a moan from rising out of her body like a scent making its way to a predator. Emma smiled around the nipple and began to suck on it, waiting until Karen sighed again to let the turgid bud out of her mouth with a soft pop.
“You were saying?” Emma asked, eyebrows raised with wry amusement.
“Just… get it over with!” Karen tried not to sound too excited at the prospect.
“What? This?” Emma’s tongue snaked between her teeth, traipsing over Karen’s other nipple. Karen took in a sharp breath as it immediately hardened. “Ask nicely.”
“Go fuck yourself!”
“That’s what I have you for, darling.” She licked the nipple again. Karen bit down hard as the nipple became even more painfully erect. “Come now. Just admit what you want and I’ll give it to you. It’ll do oodles of good for that stillborn sexual identity of yours.”
“Blow me, you cunt! You goddamn dyke!”
“Dyke?” Emma stood up, and Karen actually whimpered when Emma’s breath stopped touching her wet nipple. “Now, that just shows a deplorable lack of class. I expect a more enlightened attitude toward alternate lifestyles from a superhero. So now…” Emma ran a finger from Karen’s nipple to her cunt, which was becoming too goddamn obvious through her unitard, “if you want me to keep going…” Her finger moved back up, stopping at the other nipple. Pinching it deliciously. “You can apologize. Like a good girl.”
“I… I…” Karen didn’t know what was wrong with her. This was good, right? The crazy bitch had stopped using her as a sex toy. Why would she want to go back to being used and fondled and… touched…
Rao, it had been so fucking long.
“Come on, say you’re sorry. And you had better mean it.”
Karen lowered her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used that word.”
“And?”
“And nothing. You’re still a bitch; calling you a dyke is an insult to the lesbian community.”
“Well, if that’s your attitude…” Emma turned around to take off her cape and then her belt. She slowly worked her pants down to reveal she was wearing no panties. Her ass was as carefully perfect as the rest of her, a beautifully contoured expanse of flawless skin with not a trace of a tanline. “Then when you want me to continue, you can just prove how sorry you are. Karen, I want you to get down on your knees and kiss my ass.”
No. No way. Even if it was a great ass, even if she was a beautiful woman, even if it had felt fucking fantastic, there was no way Karen was doing that for a goddamn parallel dimension supervillain.
“Karen? I’m waiting.”
It was wrong. And embarrassing. And debasing.
“This offer doesn’t stand forever. Soon Cyclops, who I love, will have some other task requiring my skills and then playtime will be over. Tick tock, Karen.”
Maybe… just this once… oh, hell, it wasn’t like Batman never got any from Catwoman! And Wonder Woman had a rogue’s gallery full of beautiful women who loved to be tied up. And Nightwing? Really, what wouldn’t Nightwing fuck, hero or villain? It was just a perk of being a superhero that beautiful, kinky freaks sought you out for no-strings-attached sex. Well, fuck everyone who had theirs, Karen was getting hers!
She knelt down and kissed Emma’s ass, her mouth a tight circle that sucked hard at the flesh before releasing it, leaving a hickey right on that bitch’s left cheek. It smelled like perfume. The woman actually had a perfume for her ass.
“Kinky,” Emma said, feeling out the Kryptonian love bite Karen had left. She slapped her ass. “I like it. Now then, Karen, since you were such a good girl when it came to my ass, I suppose I should return the favor.”
She put two fingers in Karen’s mouth. Getting the message, Karen sucked on them until they were dripping wet.
The next thing she knew, Emma was sparkling like goddamn Edward Cullen. Her fingers were as hard and as smooth as glass, but still surprisingly warm. The crystalline Emma gave Karen a literally sparkling smile, then ripped Karen’s unitard clean off. Karen breathlessly reached down and spread her labia.
“I don’t think so,” Emma said archly. Then she stuck her tongue out and, with perfect poise, touched it to the tip of her nose. “Bend over.”
***
Karen just couldn’t stop screaming, crying out her pleasure and then sobbing with relief and release and need when Emma let up, which wasn’t often, because Emma had a mouth to her ass and a hand to her cunt and she wouldn’t stop adding fingers.
The next five minutes passed like a dream. Guessing correctly that Emma’s diamond form could take it, Karen really let loose with her orgasms, buckling down hard on the fingers and tongue Emma used to take her upupup. She had to give it to the bitch, Emma really knew what the fuck she was doing.
Karen screamed again, even louder, as Emma’s pinky entered her. It was like Emma was taking her over, claiming her, transforming her into an engine that was only lust and orgasms. Then there were no screams in her anymore, no breath to make the scream, just a supernova climax ripping her apart. Dimly she was aware, like the name of a song you’d only heard a snippet of, that Emma had somehow gotten her entire, glass, petite, enormous, incredible fist inside of her and that her tongue was pinning Karen’s clit to her pussy, but then another convulsion nearly crushed that bitchy diamond woman and Karen discovered she could scream again. She did, long and loud and delighted.
***
As she dropped on her ass like she’d just taken a punch from Doomsday, Karen saw Emma pop a mint into her mouth. Then she examined her Hope Diamond of a hand. “Huh,” the bitch said icily. “Broke a nail.”
Then she got out a Wet Nap and began to clean her hand of Karen’s copious juices.
***
Emma was sitting back, smoking a cigarette as she watched Karen fuck herself to another enticing orgasm when she stiffened. She touched a concealed earpiece. “Right away, sir. I love it when you’re gruff.” She looked at Karen. “You can stop now, my dear.”
Karen was so close, so… she cried out as a psychic bolt finished her off, magnifying her orgasm into a full-body meltdown. She collapsed on her cape, her entire superhuman physique exhausted and sweaty. Fuck. Just… fuck.
“My darling Scott has made peace with your ‘Superman’, using his apparent telepathic bond to anyone with a Merit Badge. That concludes our admittedly pleasant diversion.”
“Oh…” Karen panted a few more times. “Thank God.”
“And since we’re allies now, I suppose you should know more about my powers.” Obviously, I’m psychic, she continued in Karen’s mind. “And I can turn my flesh to diamond. The only real drawback to that, besides it being impossible to accessorize, is that my psychic powers don’t work in that form.” She smiled winningly at Karen. “Not at all.”
A bead of sweat dropped over Karen’s upper lip as she tried to remember how many orgasms—minutes Emma had spent as diamond.
“I think I’m going to enjoy working with you,” Emma finished, buckling her belt as she walked away.
Karen watched her ass as she walked away. She thought she’d enjoy it too. Only next time, she’d have to do something about that annoying telepathy. And that big mouth.
Karen wondered if anyone sold a gag at this hour.
Fandom: Marvel/DC crossover
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,932
Characters/Pairings: Emma Frost/Power Girl
Summary: It’s yet another multidimensional brawl. Emma is tasked with keeping Power Girl occupied. Scott is not specific as to how. Written for the Marvel Kink Meme.
Power Girl froze, fist cocked to punch Emma all the way to the Bottega Veneta Fall Collection. Her muscles bulged and her breasts heaved magnificently, but all the effort in the world couldn’t move her one inch.
Emma smirked at her. Scott had told her that Power Girl had to be neutralized while he and the team did important X-Men things, but he’d unwisely left the exact means to Emma. Of course, it was shocking how negligent these JLA people were to psychic defenses. They were positively virginal.
“May I just say, you take wonderful care of your body?” Emma ran her hand over Power Girl’s diamond-hard abs before reaching into her mind for a less embarrassing moniker. “Karen?”
“Fuck you!”
“Don’t be so impatient.” Emma stripped off her gloves. “In fact, I would pay millions for a body like that. But only if I could do something with that hair. If you want the world to know you’re a homosexual, there are any number of more fashionable ways to do it.”
“I’m not a lesbian!” Karen swore through clenched teeth.
“Oh? Then what’s this memory I have of you and Huntress in the showers? Not to mention a very fetching redhead named Oracle, a barely legal blonde with something of a family resemblance, and… Big Barda? Really? Who is she, a professional wrestler?”
“Stay out of my head!”
“Where’s the fun in that? Please, relax, we have some time to kill and there’s a fantasy in that dirty mind of yours that I’m just dying to indulge.” Emma rested her hands on Karen’s breasts, gloriously protruding from the cut-out in her uniform. “Those are natural? Do you know how much I had to pay for mine?”
She began to fondle them ever-so-briefly, drawing circles on the exposed tops with her fingers, looking into Karen’s eyes as she made her breathing quicken. “We won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. But keep in mind, I know exactly what you want me to do to you, even if you don’t. The conscious mind is such a bitch, honestly. And it thought up that costume as well. Buccaneer boots, darling? Really?”
“Fuck—“ Karen rethought her choices of words. “Go to hell!”
“Only if I can wear my Jimmy Choos there.” Emma showed her high heels under miles of leg. “They look nice, don’t they? How would you like to lick them clean? No, no that’s not what you want. You want me to keep touching your breasts. Funny, how many people stare at them, yet no one does the obvious thing…”
“Pervert!” Karen hissed, without her previous vehemence. “Bitch! Freak!”
“All of the above,” Emma drawled out, amused.
She lovingly extracted Karen’s breasts from the cut-out. They shot up, plump and buoyant even without a bra. Emma tested their heft, their bounce, groping them with unabashed passion. She even slapped them lightly from side to side, watching their pendulous motion. Karen bit her lip in restrained pleasure.
“My, my. A little less musculature and this would be exactly the body I wanted as a little girl. Don’t cry, dear, you make the muscles work. It’s a pity your teats aren’t false. I would definitely let you go in exchange for the number of your plastic surgeon. But oh, how you’d hate for this to stop.” She ran her hands over Karen’s breasts, closing her eyes in appreciation as she caught the nipples between her fingers, like an opera patron enjoying an aria. “I suppose I can have the body I wanted as a little girl…”
“You…” Karen groaned, struggling for words as Emma lowered her lips to a hardened nipple. “You’re a bitch!”
“No. I’m the bitch.” Emma’s mouth closed around the nipple, teeth first, hard enough to leave the lightest of indentations in Karen’s invulnerable skin, then her tongue lavished those indentations with wet, loving heat.
No matter how hard she tried to deny it, Karen couldn’t stop a moan from rising out of her body like a scent making its way to a predator. Emma smiled around the nipple and began to suck on it, waiting until Karen sighed again to let the turgid bud out of her mouth with a soft pop.
“You were saying?” Emma asked, eyebrows raised with wry amusement.
“Just… get it over with!” Karen tried not to sound too excited at the prospect.
“What? This?” Emma’s tongue snaked between her teeth, traipsing over Karen’s other nipple. Karen took in a sharp breath as it immediately hardened. “Ask nicely.”
“Go fuck yourself!”
“That’s what I have you for, darling.” She licked the nipple again. Karen bit down hard as the nipple became even more painfully erect. “Come now. Just admit what you want and I’ll give it to you. It’ll do oodles of good for that stillborn sexual identity of yours.”
“Blow me, you cunt! You goddamn dyke!”
“Dyke?” Emma stood up, and Karen actually whimpered when Emma’s breath stopped touching her wet nipple. “Now, that just shows a deplorable lack of class. I expect a more enlightened attitude toward alternate lifestyles from a superhero. So now…” Emma ran a finger from Karen’s nipple to her cunt, which was becoming too goddamn obvious through her unitard, “if you want me to keep going…” Her finger moved back up, stopping at the other nipple. Pinching it deliciously. “You can apologize. Like a good girl.”
“I… I…” Karen didn’t know what was wrong with her. This was good, right? The crazy bitch had stopped using her as a sex toy. Why would she want to go back to being used and fondled and… touched…
Rao, it had been so fucking long.
“Come on, say you’re sorry. And you had better mean it.”
Karen lowered her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used that word.”
“And?”
“And nothing. You’re still a bitch; calling you a dyke is an insult to the lesbian community.”
“Well, if that’s your attitude…” Emma turned around to take off her cape and then her belt. She slowly worked her pants down to reveal she was wearing no panties. Her ass was as carefully perfect as the rest of her, a beautifully contoured expanse of flawless skin with not a trace of a tanline. “Then when you want me to continue, you can just prove how sorry you are. Karen, I want you to get down on your knees and kiss my ass.”
No. No way. Even if it was a great ass, even if she was a beautiful woman, even if it had felt fucking fantastic, there was no way Karen was doing that for a goddamn parallel dimension supervillain.
“Karen? I’m waiting.”
It was wrong. And embarrassing. And debasing.
“This offer doesn’t stand forever. Soon Cyclops, who I love, will have some other task requiring my skills and then playtime will be over. Tick tock, Karen.”
Maybe… just this once… oh, hell, it wasn’t like Batman never got any from Catwoman! And Wonder Woman had a rogue’s gallery full of beautiful women who loved to be tied up. And Nightwing? Really, what wouldn’t Nightwing fuck, hero or villain? It was just a perk of being a superhero that beautiful, kinky freaks sought you out for no-strings-attached sex. Well, fuck everyone who had theirs, Karen was getting hers!
She knelt down and kissed Emma’s ass, her mouth a tight circle that sucked hard at the flesh before releasing it, leaving a hickey right on that bitch’s left cheek. It smelled like perfume. The woman actually had a perfume for her ass.
“Kinky,” Emma said, feeling out the Kryptonian love bite Karen had left. She slapped her ass. “I like it. Now then, Karen, since you were such a good girl when it came to my ass, I suppose I should return the favor.”
She put two fingers in Karen’s mouth. Getting the message, Karen sucked on them until they were dripping wet.
The next thing she knew, Emma was sparkling like goddamn Edward Cullen. Her fingers were as hard and as smooth as glass, but still surprisingly warm. The crystalline Emma gave Karen a literally sparkling smile, then ripped Karen’s unitard clean off. Karen breathlessly reached down and spread her labia.
“I don’t think so,” Emma said archly. Then she stuck her tongue out and, with perfect poise, touched it to the tip of her nose. “Bend over.”
***
Karen just couldn’t stop screaming, crying out her pleasure and then sobbing with relief and release and need when Emma let up, which wasn’t often, because Emma had a mouth to her ass and a hand to her cunt and she wouldn’t stop adding fingers.
The next five minutes passed like a dream. Guessing correctly that Emma’s diamond form could take it, Karen really let loose with her orgasms, buckling down hard on the fingers and tongue Emma used to take her upupup. She had to give it to the bitch, Emma really knew what the fuck she was doing.
Karen screamed again, even louder, as Emma’s pinky entered her. It was like Emma was taking her over, claiming her, transforming her into an engine that was only lust and orgasms. Then there were no screams in her anymore, no breath to make the scream, just a supernova climax ripping her apart. Dimly she was aware, like the name of a song you’d only heard a snippet of, that Emma had somehow gotten her entire, glass, petite, enormous, incredible fist inside of her and that her tongue was pinning Karen’s clit to her pussy, but then another convulsion nearly crushed that bitchy diamond woman and Karen discovered she could scream again. She did, long and loud and delighted.
***
As she dropped on her ass like she’d just taken a punch from Doomsday, Karen saw Emma pop a mint into her mouth. Then she examined her Hope Diamond of a hand. “Huh,” the bitch said icily. “Broke a nail.”
Then she got out a Wet Nap and began to clean her hand of Karen’s copious juices.
***
Emma was sitting back, smoking a cigarette as she watched Karen fuck herself to another enticing orgasm when she stiffened. She touched a concealed earpiece. “Right away, sir. I love it when you’re gruff.” She looked at Karen. “You can stop now, my dear.”
Karen was so close, so… she cried out as a psychic bolt finished her off, magnifying her orgasm into a full-body meltdown. She collapsed on her cape, her entire superhuman physique exhausted and sweaty. Fuck. Just… fuck.
“My darling Scott has made peace with your ‘Superman’, using his apparent telepathic bond to anyone with a Merit Badge. That concludes our admittedly pleasant diversion.”
“Oh…” Karen panted a few more times. “Thank God.”
“And since we’re allies now, I suppose you should know more about my powers.” Obviously, I’m psychic, she continued in Karen’s mind. “And I can turn my flesh to diamond. The only real drawback to that, besides it being impossible to accessorize, is that my psychic powers don’t work in that form.” She smiled winningly at Karen. “Not at all.”
A bead of sweat dropped over Karen’s upper lip as she tried to remember how many orgasms—minutes Emma had spent as diamond.
“I think I’m going to enjoy working with you,” Emma finished, buckling her belt as she walked away.
Karen watched her ass as she walked away. She thought she’d enjoy it too. Only next time, she’d have to do something about that annoying telepathy. And that big mouth.
Karen wondered if anyone sold a gag at this hour.
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Date: 2009-07-28 11:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-29 01:48 am (UTC)Oh my lord. Please tell me you're going to write a sequel!
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Date: 2009-07-29 06:08 pm (UTC)Yup, you pretty much rule!
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Date: 2009-07-31 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-03 03:13 pm (UTC)I've never noticed the Edward Cullen sparkle parallels before. I shall now spend a short(ish) time imagining Emma making the sparklepire her bitch in a thoroughly humiliating and non-sexual way. Happy thoughts.
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