"Hey Wander, are you sure this is a good idea?" Sylvia asked.
The small, furry orange man frowned, perhaps not entirely sure himself.
Sylvia was many things to the intergalactic traveler--his friends called him Wander--trusty steed, best friend, traveling companion, and a source of resourceful, calculating muscle, who could clear a room full of goons, but only if she had to, but perhaps her most important role was as his voice of reason, the one person he could always count on from keeping him from moonwalking into a black hole. Wander knew how much he needed her, and appreciated her input, but sometimes he just had to take that leap of faith when he could see the good it would do. On the other hand, Sylvia seemed to question
all
of his ideas, even if that was due to the fact that a lot of them were bad ones, at least according to all conventional wisdom.
Lord Dominator lay stretched out on a massive bed before him, her slender, partially armored body posed on top of blood red sheets and a jagged, red headboard behind black pillows that glowed and pulsed with an intense orange, magma-like substance that flowed through the engraved lines that zig-zagged throughout it. The imposing green-skinned conqueror crossed and crisscrossed her legs, leaning against the pillows with one arm comfortably propping up her green-skinned head, pale white hair hanging down beneath her green-clawed fingers. She grinned.
Wander stood near the end of the mattress, his head only coming up slightly above the edge of it, with a heart-shaped box of chocolates under one arm and a bouquet of flowers under the other. He grit his teeth and sweat began to form under his hat.
"It, uh...could be," He replied, finally, looking back at Sylvia with a hopeful albeit worried smile. "If it goes well it'll be a good idea!"
THE GOOD(?) IDEA
"That does
not
inspire confidence," Sylvia said.
"So how is this going to go again?" Dominator asked, condescension practically dripping from her lips. "You're going to show me how good love and affection can feel, and then I'm going to lose my urge to eradicate pathetic dweebazoids like the two of you?"
Wander let out a nervous chuckle. "...Yup."
Dominator barked out a mocking laugh. "Well, good luck with that. Guess I don't mind humoring you."
Looking more and more uncertain as time went on, Sylvia frowned and stayed near the back of the room. "I guess I'll just...watch the door."
Wander climbed onto the red sheeted mattress, the act for him a little like scaling K2, or some similarly massive Earth mountain. He swiftly made his way over to the lounging lord, hyping himself up in his mind and fueling his confidence with the optimism that drove him in all things, that most people were fundamentally good at their core, and that eventually, if the right people were motivated and involved, everything would turn out for the best.
He approached her with a big, happy grin. "Hey there, Dominator--can I call you 'Nator?"
The villainess met his expression with her own, a chilling, icy smile with subtly bared teeth and half-lidded eyes. "You can call me Lord."
"Ha. Heh heh...of course...lord," Wander replied, confidence flagging just a little. "Well, these are for you." He extended his stretchy noodle arms with his carefully selected gifts and she took them.
Dominator studied both of them with an aloof sort of curiosity, like something you might look at while you were waiting for a bus to arrive. Then she tossed the bouquet over her shoulder and into a lit fireplace across the room. Then she tore the cover off the box of chocolates, dumped the contents into her open mouth, chewed, swallowed, and belched loudly. She smiled again.
"Let's not waste any more time, okay?"
"S-sure," Wander nodded.
Dominator uncrossed her legs and moved her flowing, black skirt out of the way. She tapped a sheer metal plate beneath it twice with a clawed finger and it retracted on its own, revealing a smooth, pale green groin with thin wisps of white hair and a darker, pear-toned clitoris below that, running into a long, green labia. She looked expectantly at him.
Wander took a long, deep breath and breathed a bit of steam from his nostrils, rolling up the sleeves that he didn't have.
Lowering his head, Wander stuck out his long, pink tongue. Dangling it down in front of him, he began to wiggle it back and forth, not entirely unlike a runaway garden hose. Lord dominator flinched and winced at intervals; Wander wasn't going too fast, but it wasn't like he was trying to go slow either. In fact, it didn't seem as if much care was going into the placement or rhythm of his tongue at all. If we had to compare Wander to a surgeon, he would probably opt for a rubber foam finger instead of a scalpel.
As he got into it, his nervousness quickly faded away, the sounds Dominator was making and the wetness left behind after he moved his tongue leading him (falsely) to believe he was nailing it.
"Ah, you know, Wander..." Dominator began. It was difficult to maintain her train of thought however when the little fuzzball's big clumsy tongue grazed or ran over her clit, and she got a few awkward jolts of energy. She twitched. "...Have you ever done this before?"
Wander lifted his head and beamed, with a big, happy grin and closed eyes. "Nope! I don't know why I was so scared before, this is easy!"
He went back to it, now with big, long, quick licks like he was working on one of those giant, spiraled all-day-suckers.
"Okay, then,
