"Past? What past?! What are you insinuating?!" Spider-Man defensively asked. He immediately thought they knew about his tryst with the curvy cat burglar.
"Simply that you and Black Cat have been seen on numerous occasions together throughout the city. Why?" asked Fury.
"N-nevermind..."
Elsewhere, Cat was working over another victim, grinding into his hips with fervor and desire. With each passing night, her sexual frustration grew more and more. She was in a constant state of heat and felt she may have been getting sloppy with covering her tracks. She had to be ready, though. She wanted to be in peak performance for when she finally got a hold of Spider-Man. Her moans of pleasure were mixed with moans of confusion and panic from her latest mate, his cries muffled into the ball gag as she now bounced furiously on the poor lad. It was hour 15 in their little fuck fest and to say the least the no longer willing participant was exhausted. His body was drenched in sweat and in state of deep red and purple. Scratches and bruises littered his body from the rough play Cat exhibited and continued to. Needless to say, his appendage that she currently worked was far too sensitive to be straddled at the moment. Her stomach tensed up again as she brought herself to another orgasm, her juices pooling with the rest near their thighs before she finally removed herself from the drug aided erection. A sigh of relief fell over the young man as she finally got off him but soon another scream of panic came as a liquid black tentacle sprouted from her hand and ended him quickly.
Sitting up and letting the Symbiote cover her fully again, Cat carried herself to the mirror and sighed. It wasn't enough for her. She was still racked with passion and desire. Still, she wasn't ready for Spidey. While 15 hours was certainly a long time, she felt it wouldn't be long enough to outlast the radiation aided stamina of the friendly neighborhood super hero. So tomorrow night, she would find herself a female victim. In her experience, they always lasted longer than the men. Looking in the mirror, she admired her body. Her pale skin contrasted against the seething black alien suit. As she admired it, the suit reacted and moved gently against her body, massaging every inch of her form perfectly to thank her for such compliments of it running in her head. Purring, her hands ran over her curvaceous body, tracing her finger tips along her toned stomach. A small giggle escaped past her plump lips as she shook off the distraction the suit brought on. "Now now, my little pet, I can't play right now. I have to shower before we go out, mmkay?" she said sweetly to the dark suit. The kind scolding sent the ooze peeling off her form, pooling on the floor and sneaking off into the shadows. If it had lips, it would be pouting.
So as to not let that brush off be in vain, Cat made haste to the shower. Stripped of her covering already, she merely had to turn on the water and reach into to test the temperature. Once the point of steamy was reached, she stepped in and pulled the curtain closed behind her. She had to wash up to remove all the sweat that had built up from her heavy work out on her latest victim/toy. Squirting a palm's worth of body wash into her hand, she lovingly applied it to her form, lathering up the soapy suds only to have it be washed away from the pouring water. Her hands worked over every inch of her body, cleansing her body from head to toe as she leaned back to wet her long blonde locks.
Lurking in the shadows was her favorite playmate, the Symbiote. It lingered alone for awhile, slithering closer and closer until it began to pour into the tub, pooling around her feet with the water secretly. Slowly it crawled up her ankle, wrapping around her long tanned legs and higher and higher still, so slowly and perfectly that it remained unfelt until it reached her hips.
A high pitched squeak emitted from her as she felt the alien hug her body. Knowing now what had just clung to her, her panic left and she smiled a devious grin. "Aww, did you miss me that much?"
She was answered quickly as the symbiote not only continued to crawl up further, but pushed a bit of itself into her wet (from the shower) slit.
Again she squealed, never having felt the symbiote do that before. It must be becoming more adventurous, daring, and hungry. She slapped her thigh, and by extension the suit, and giggled. "Naughty pet," she cooed without a trace of discomfort in her voice. She decided to let the suit do what it willed, interested in what it would do and also flattered that it would be so loving.
By now the suit had covered her from toe to neck, covering her silky form in its dark self. It pulsated and ground itself against her skin, working every pleasure point on her body in a rhythmic dance that only it could achieve. It flowed past her velvet folds and caressed every point it could in her dripping heat. As it played with her clit, her nipples, hard as diamonds now, were also being tweaked. As versatile as it was, it wasn't hard for it to find and work her g-spot.
Cat sang out a song of absolute pleasure as the symbiote's playfulness quickly turned into sexual want, not knowing it was merely doing this in order to get more of what it needed to feed, her adrenaline. She was thankful it was keeping her steady in the shower as she panted and flailed about, reaching for someone or something to grab onto. All she could think to do was run one hand through her soaking hair and have the other hand cup her burning heat.
It had already brought her to several mind shattering orgasms, stronger and more than any man or woman could possibly bring her, and yet it felt in the back of her mind the continuing want of Spider-Man. It too knew this want, though it couldn't help but feel jealous of him. Even in her countless climaxes, she fantasized about Spider-Man pinning her to a shower wall as the water rained downed upon them, soaking them completely as he dominated her. Even though it was just a routine feeding, it felt almost hurt by her "betrayal". As quick as it covered her it left, slipping back into the shadows to brood and wait for when she needed it to dress.
Elsewhere another creature brooded and pouted in the shadows. Rogue had agreed to go along with the mission. She had been assured that Cat wouldn't try to kill her unless until there was some skin contact, so she could be certain she would never be in any danger. Still, she felt ridiculous. A throw back to her days of teenage angst, Rogue was dressed from top to bottom in gothic/punk wear. It was necessary in order to fit in with the gothic/punk club she was sent to scout out and be planted as bait. It wasn't until she had arrived did she realize she wasn't really a fighter in this mission, just a trap. Her boots were the typical Doc Martins and her legs were wrapped in torn fish net stockings. A very short skirt covered up, more or less, what it could with a black and pink checkered design taken from a Catholic school girl outfit. Not much more clothing until just under her ample breasts where a mid drift revealing shirt was worn, torn at the shoulders and complete with a generous neck line to display cleavage aided by a black bra with exposed straps. Her arms were covered in the same fish net style as her legs. Her chin rested on her palm as she sat at the bar, her dark lips pouting as she blew a puff of air up to move a dangly white strand of hair out of her face and back with the brown hair.
She looked across the bar at a mirror and felt a bit slutty in her get up, but had to agree it was necessary in order to attract a villain who preyed on sexuality. Not one of her more dignified missions, but at least it got her out and about. She had to admit, her girls did look rather nice in that torn Metallica t-shirt – full and natural, trying to bust free of her confining bra. As she studied herself in the mirror, a figure caught her eye. It was Cat, gliding through the crowd of dark youth. She dressed herself in a form fitting cat (appropriate, yes?) suit. Her ample bosom also on display like Rogue's, just begging to be freed. It was almost like she was taunting those who would hunt her now, displaying herself so easily as Black Cat. Rogue couldn't help but lick her lips a tad at how tasty the target looked, but kept her head clear. She was all ready to get up and try to grab Cat's attention when she realized she already had.
Cat paid no attention to the other dancers in the club, easily drifting past them with a slight push of her gloved hand. A canary eating cat smile on her face as she approached the new face at the club and soon she was upon her latest target. Her hand drifted comfortably around the girl's stomach, kept safe, so far, from Rogue's absorption powers so far due to her sleeve length glove – which, along with the rest of her attire, was simply the symbiote. Her index finger traced circles around Rogue's navel, making smaller and smaller as if circling down into her belly button. Cat looked across the bar and spoke to Rogue's mirror image, vainly watching herself work over the prey.
"Such a tasty looking morsel," she complimented with a sultry tone, still tracing little hearts on Rogue's bare stomach. "Why haven't I seen you on the menu here before?"
Now normally Rogue would roll her eyes and give the cold shoulder to such a brash move and comment – not only if she had no attraction to the other party, but also because it could go nowhere thanks to her crippling power. However, as it was her mission to get Cat subdued, and seduced too if need be, she allowed Cat to feel her up. Putting on a half fake smile of enjoyment, she sat up straight and spoke to Cat's reflection as she had done to hers.
"I'm the special for tonight. One night only," she replied, keeping with Cat's theme, as sickening as it was to her. She knew she had to keep to her level as to not alienate the target and thus spoil the mission. She only hoped she wasn't too obvious. Flirting beyond being a terrible cock tease was not something Rogue was accustomed to. A soft shudder ran through her pale form as her breast was squeezed firmly in the villain's hand, as if feeling the ripeness of her "melon". She secretly enjoyed the attention, as a matter of fact. In any other situation, she, again, would have to turn away any advances, with either blowing the person off or explaining that her power kept her from a physical relationship, depending on the person in question. That night, though, she had no choice but to allow it, and the danger thrilled her. The thrill of battle had long lost its arousing danger for her and now she found a new outlet. Forbidden to reveal her power for her own sake, it was a heart pounding ride to wait for the inevitable moment when she would be forced to zap Cat. Added to this was the thrill of another female feeling her up. For so long it had been only Rogue's hands that could cup her supple breasts and spank her heart shaped ass, but now the promise of another party being involved became more and more real. She had fantasized, sure, about being with another woman. Hell, Jean had even thrown her a few literal mind fucks to keep the girl from offing herself from the terrible loneliness her power brought on. Still, this was something different. This was real. Well, as real as it could be. She felt horrible, slightly, that this woman had to be the bad guy. Poor southern belle just couldn't catch a break.
During all of Rogue's speeding thoughts, Cat had helped herself to the punky delight. Her hands by now had reached her toned legs, teasingly shown by the fishnet stockings. "You have such beautiful legs, dear. Let's see if you can use them," she said, giving Rogue no response and yanked her off the seat and onto her feet to drag her to the dance floor.
Rogue stumbled a bit, from being pulled down and not being used to the clunky foot wear, and half willingly followed Cat onto the floor. There she was pressed in with Cat and so many other hot, dancing, bodies that she was unnerved. What if some innocent bystander should brush by her exposed skin and go into a coma? She would have to do her best to avoid that, and that was done easily by keeping as close to Cat as possible, throwing herself up against the dominating minx and nervously shifting against her.
"So, do you come here often?" Rogue asked. She had heard it said a thousand times before and swore she would never say something so cliché. And yet, she found herself with nothing else to say. She found a bit new understanding for the world of dating – if you could call this a form of courting. It was more like a shameless display of sexual ability as Cat's leg pressed itself up between her own; leather thigh grinding against cloth panties.
"Just enough, it seems. I found you, didn't I?" She replied as she felt every part of Rogue with every part of her own body. Her hands wandered about her back, searching and finally coming to her plump tush, gripping it fully in both hands and giving her a quick little spank. Cat spared no time, it seemed. She couldn't afford to. She and Symbiote were starved for more adrenaline, more sexual chemistry, more practice.
Rogue was uneased by such forwardness but supplied herself with enough confidence to keep a clear head. Again, she had to keep up with Cat, she had to let her know she was interested, at least play the part anyway. "So, mm..." she started, cut off in her question by the alarming amount of pleasure this devious devil dealt her. "D-do you have a p-place we can, mmm, go to?"
