Enticed to the Greater Good (Garnet x VerboseVillain)

[VerboseVillain]

There was a soft ocean breeze coming off of the Pacific Ocean. The dull murmur of voices joined the hiss of shifting sand and sizzle of waves running up the shore. Men and women in formal wear moved between several gazebos along the beach. Michelin-star food lined buffet tables in the small structures, with toothpicks and forks being the cutlery of the day. Even a small prime rib cutting station had been set up.

In the front, several people nodded at each other importantly. A plastic donation box stood near a makeshift stage where classical music played. Above it, a banner read "Save the Prairie Owl". The sun had set long ago, leaving the crowd to flit between islands of light that sparkled in the water.

Just off the coast, the fast whir of rotor blades sliced through the air. The Crimson Dragon was spread-eagle over the ocean, each arm and leg supported by an aerial drone. Around him were several others, all equipped with various weaponry from blades to pistols to flamethrowers. His eyes narrowed as he spotted the crowd in the distance, and he picked up speed to ensure that no one spotted him before he arrived.

He wore a black leather jacket, black shirt, and black jeans. His face was covered in a crimson kabuki mask that had goggles over the eyes, while his feet were covered in black combat boots. On his hip, a katana in a scabbard wobbled slightly, kept in place with a crimson string.

The yakuza buzzed the crowd as he came in, eliciting screams as he barely cleared the top of people's heads. With a swoop, he landed on the stage, drones automatically detaching so that they could circle, menacing the crowd. In a loud, confident voice, he said, "No one has to get hurt. Cash and jewelry in the sacks. If anyone causes problems, they will die." As if on cue, the flamethrower drone shot a jet of fire overhead, causing a wave of heat to wash over everyone.

Cloth sacks unfurled under some of the drones, and they began to circulate among the crowd. People put in gold, cash, and gems as they shuddered against the memory of the flame. They talked in hushed tones, wondering what any of them could do to stop this criminal before he stole all of the money intended for the owls.

 

[Garnet]

It had been such a peaceful day in the HQ of the Order of Themis. No city wide panic or super powered assailants. Only four of the eight main members were out on patrol and even they had found themselves signing more autographs than bringing in any villains. The other four were working away in their HQ tucked into a sea front cave, on standby. One such member Vesta was in her full hero gear which consisted of a green corset with a leaf design, which while light was a strong as Kevlar and a pair of green short shorts. The forest green cape was an...aesthetic choice. Her trademark vines were coiled around her limbs like snakes and emitting their usual green glow that lightly coloured her peachy skin. The only thing missing was her mask. It fitted her face perfectly, and she could summon it from her vines instantly. At the minute though, she was far too focused on her thesis to bother with it.

"What a waste of a day... Seriously Adonis had to insist I come in, pompous jackass..." grumbled Juniper Kane under her breath. She could be in her lab getting real work done but no... All she could do in the building was paper work after her last experiment became...hungry. Since then her experimentation had been limited to labs. The red head was already craving a work out, it wasn't as if she could get any other sort of relief with work being so busy and her hero persona being so squeaky clean. Just as her frustration was mounting, the beach front alarm sounded. A frightened busybody had called in while hiding in the bathroom that an owl fundraiser had been attacked. Finally!

Vesta immediately summoned her mask, the on duty heroes were too far away to handle the call, and rushed to the vehicle bay. She was in her custom jet ski in record time and shooting towards the distress signal. Honestly the best move they made as a team was making a panic button mandatory at any top dollar function. As she rode to the scene, she began focusing on the seaweed and other plant life around the beach making it grow and strengthen under the cover of the water. Vesta saw the drones first and curled the jet ski in an arc around the shoreline before raising both arms and lifting a twisting column of seaweed from the depths and smacking it in a semi circle along the beach. It was far from elegant, but the massive boom and cloud from the sand at least gave her the surprise factor.

Now the tricky part... As her jet ski shot towards the shore, she focused on the seaweed tangle and released her consciousness inside it. The upper class guests wouldn't be too happy about the soaking at vegetation throwing them out of the path of the drones but that would be the marketing teams problem.

"You have 5 seconds to drop that loot and start running Crimson Dragon. Do you really want me to start smashing your toys again?" Ugh, just a low to mid tier level villain, no fun. At least the weaponised drones were impressive.

 

[VerboseVillain]

For a while, everything was going to plan. All of the gaijin showed proper terror. Gold, cash, and jewels flowed into the sacks carried by the drones. It was going to be a good day.

Then green tendrils shot out of the sea, throwing his victims about. Worse, taking them away from his drones! The Crimson Dragon cursed under his breath, knowing the words even before she said them. Vesta. Of course. He'd hoped that she wouldn't be on patrol today. Well, kinda hoped. But still, her presence made all of this a million times more complicated, and he needed her gone.

Easy, Dragon. Breathe. No need to panic. Just the chick that ruins fucking everything. Don't let her see you rattled, even if the view of her in that corset made his chest tighter. Her pale thighs around the jet ski. The way the spray trickled down her neck to form a small line leading between her ample breasts... Fuck. No. Fuck. He needed to concentrate. Focus. His archnemesis was taking away his payday. Think. Think. Her back arched just slightly up, curling her ass in an almost welcoming. No. Fuck. Not about that!

"I see that the Order is sending out their B-team again." He sniffed, feigning offense. "So what, does Adonis have you working overtime? You have no life besides sticking your nose into my business."

His hand went to his belt, hitting a few buttons, and then the drones scattered away from the flailing seaweed. The sacks were passed between a few of them, while the four that made up his ride home stayed high. Then the drone with the flamethrower opened up on the seaweed, sending out scorching bursts in an attempt to light them up. "You really need a hobby, you know that? Maybe you should try sewing." His black eyes wandered over her outfit, and for a moment he lost himself in her curves. Then he shook his head and glared at her. "You are really distracting, you know that?"

 

[Garnet]

Good, the seaweed had got the hostages out of the way. Now she had to make sure those pesky drones didn't get a chance to swoop down on any of them. With a gasp of effort, Vesta raised her palm to the sky making the seaweed stretch to follow her movements, writhing and thrashing like snakes. Crimson Dragon, ugh what she wouldn't give to have the funds and free time he seemed to have. She wouldn't have to slave away on her experiments if she had a nest egg to buy a drone army. She was the hero here, really it wasn't fair!

Those pouty lips of hers curled into a smirk at his little jab as she hopped off of her jet ski and strutted over to him. Keeping that signature pendulum sway of her hips was tricky on sand but she managed. After all it made her waist look tighter and her other... assets jiggle slightly as she swayed. "Aw haven't you been here long enough to know the pecking order yet Lizard Boy?"

That little comment regarding the overtime she was having to pull made her tone a little sharper than usual. He may have hit the nail on the head there but actually having the nerve to call a major player like her a member of the cities B team. Oh dear, he'd really be paying for that if she had her way. Despite her annoyance, that sweet smile stayed firmly in place. Vesta was meant to be the team's sweetheart after all.

If Adonis wasn't so cheap, she'd remarket herself as a sadist. No pressure to act sweet as pie then.

Green eyes ran up his body taking her time to enjoy just how fitted his all black outfit was. Now just what did he look like under them? Ha thoughts for another time...

Vesta circled round him trying to close the distance without spooking him into running while watching the drones. One just had to have fire. She winced as her seaweed bundle started to burn and quickly rolled her tendrils up into a tight ball. It wouldn't save the vegetation but at least there wouldn't be an out of control fire to worry about.

"Well I find this more fun. Besides I made this little outfit without any sewing skills at all. Its always best to make use of your talents right?" Vesta's hands ran over the corset from its edge against her breasts to her shorts barely containing that round ass of hers. If she could just get him to focus on her while she got more of her plants ready, then she might bevable to trap him.

"Oh am I? I don't want that. Why don't you tell me what you find so distracting?" The redhead couldn't help a smirk as she strode forward with her arms crossed under her bust. In the small canisters either side of her waist were vine clippings that were starting to grow and discreetly coil down the back of her legs into the sand.

 

[VerboseVillain]

The crowd of partygoers scrambled after they landed from being tossed away from the combat zone. Designer sandals and patent-leather shoes crunched through the sands as the glitterati did their best to distance themselves from what would presumably be a dangerous fight. A few turned to look back with curiosity, but then a drone would go after them with a sack, and they'd resume running again.

They across the beach while the beautiful hero approached. Fuck, she was beautiful. He'd thought that the women in Japan had been far prettier than any of these tanned bleach-blondes ruining their looks with sun and spirits. But Vesta...her flesh was creamy and fresh. Curves that were most definitely feminine even as assuredly powerful muscles writhed underneath the soft veneer of her skin. His long fingers clenched and unclenched in an attempt to distract himself from the hunger burning in his dark eyes.

As she got close, they were alone on the beach. Translucent draperies blew around the gazebos in the chill wind blowing from the sea. Above, the drones buzzed indecisively, waiting direction. The far-off look in the villain's eyes resharpened, a hard glare pointing directly at the heroine.

"You're infuriating. Always around where you don't need to be." His frown deepened. "Always monopolizing my attention." He pulled his katana more reluctantly than he thought possible. "I think it's time that something was done with you, hero. You need someone to wipe that smirk off of your perfect lips." He held the sword up, not even realizing the compliment that he had given her. "So, what, you gonna stand there taking root all day? Get over here and let me give it to you already." His eyes flashed as he began to sprint towards Vesta, blade glittering in the rays of the setting sun.

 

[Garnet]

Vesta could feel the vines rapidly growing breath the cover of the sand, writhing and thickening. This particular species had thick and tough thorns when it was at full maturity, perfect for shielding her as well as dealing some nasty cuts. She doubted they'd match the severity of his blade and the damage he could do though. Nice and careful now. Her pink little tongue darted quickly across her lips wiping the salt from her trip clean from her skin while she sized him up.

With the light reflecting of the ocean behind him and off of that startling mask, he looked especially striking. It was enough to make her breath catch a little when he started speaking again. "Oh come now, I don't do it on purpose. You can be quite attention grabbing yourself." Purred the hero smiling as the vines under their feet grew stronger. Upon hearing that little comment about her lips, a little heat bloomed on her normally teasing face.

"Heh a surprisingly apt choice of words." As he dashed towards her, she thrust her arm to the sky sending her vines to coil around their feet. One vine she uprooted completely to slash at him like a whip trying to keep her distance from his sword. With help from her vines she was able to launch herself over his head and get behind him. She couldn't place why she chose something so stupidly dangerous, still she couldn't help but rush him and wrap her arms around his chest.

One vine had grasped his sword arm but it was still one of the younger vines, there's was no guarantee it would hold him. Her breasts pressed up against his back as she drew herself flush. "Now what exactly did you want to give me Crimson?" Her lips brushed the shell of his ear as she spoke. Just a little more... Hopefully unbeknownst to him, her vines were climbing towards his drones to grab hold of the sacks of his ill gotten loot. "Mm~ I'd certainly like to see what surprises you have in store for me." Her hands had started stroking against his stomach and the other against his chest.

 

[VerboseVillain]

As he ran, the villain had a slight faltering stutter to his steps. A certain reluctance that even he wasn't aware of. But the rest of his mind was locked and focused on solely one thing: removing the obstacle from his way by any means necessary. His training as a swordsman would permit no deviance from his goal.

The Crimson Dragon thrust forward at the hero, his katana sliding forward just faster than his feet. When it failed to meet resistance, he tipped forward slightly, getting a good look at her thighs as they led down to the joining between her legs. As he tried to right himself, he felt a vine wrap his sword hand, thorns pricking into his skin lightly, one or two spots of blood growing on their points. Her hands went around his sides and up the rough cotton fabric of his shirt. She'd feel wires there. Cables criss-crossed his chest, although it would be hard to sort them from the scars that he'd gotten from his escapades in Japan.

He couldn't help shivering slightly, sword wavering for the first time as her hands went down to his stomach and then up his chest. The villain bit his lip as he felt an unwelcome masculine stirring in his body as her lips brushed against his ear. It took all of his willpower just to keep from sinking back against the generous breasts rubbing against his back.

"Surprises? I think that you'll find all of them quite unpleasant." Not noticing the vines growing closer to his loot, he dropped the sword and ripped his arm free of the vine, small scratches welling up with blood as he wrapped his arms around Vesta's waist. The villain lifted her bodily into the air and slammed her back into the ground, pressing up against her to hold her down.

He wasn't able to get around her legs, which remained spread around his sides, but his hand darted forward and gripped her hair, bringing her head forward as he leaned down. His eyes mere inches from hers, he said. "I think that I'd enjoy having you as a toy. A little pet for my amusement." She'd feel a slight warm moisture against her neck as his wounds pressed up against her creamy skin.

 

[Garnet]

The flash of his blade was still burnt into her mind even as she grappled with him. Too close. Far too close for comfort. In future she'd have to equip herself with some kind of shield or solid weapon. Otherwise her speed might not be enough to save her a second time.

As Vesta gripped him tighter her fingers hooked against a tight wire on her way up his chest. Body armour? Some sort of enhancement? Questions she'd ponder more on later. She took a long breath against his neck to focus, glancing up as one vine managed to pull a sack of loot free. 3 more to go. If she could get the loot first, she could smack the rest of the drones straight into the ocean. He'd have no where to run and she could take her time playing with him.

"Shit!" Vesta hadn't thought the he'd risk ripping up his arm to escape. She didn't pull back in time to escape him hauling her up like she weighed nothing to him. God just how strong was he? The breath was knocked out of in an instant leaving her only able to weakly kick her legs. When she finally got her breath back, he was already on top of her. He was so close that she could catch a glimpse of his eyes through his mask.

"Ng...Heh you really think you can handle me? I get so needy sometimes. Would you be able to keep this little toy satisfied or would you run out steam Crimson?" The hiss and wince from her hair getting pulled faded into the softest whimper as she spoke. It covered the snap as her vine took another bag. Her smirk had softened too and she seemed to almost pout up at him from the sand. Damn was he heavy on top of her, her wide hips could only wiggle a little and her efforts to slip from underneath him had her breasts rubbing up against his chest. The warmth of his blood was starting to trickle down her neck to her cleavage the more she moved but the red head did her best to keep him focused on her.

"Well are you up for the challenge? Or are you going to leave me so~ pent up?" Purred Vesta locking her legs around his hips to grind up against him. That drone really had a tight grip on the third bag of loot. Her fingers ran through his hair starting from the nape of his neck while she rolled and rubbed up against him. It was fun playing the part of the pent up hero, it wasn't too inaccurate. "No one's around to see~"

 

[VerboseVillain]

He pressed tight against her in an attempt to keep her trapped. One elbow pressed into her collarbone in an attempt to still her shoulders, while the entire weight of his hips rested between hers. The wobble of her breasts against his hard, corded chest made his nose flare to take in more of the scent of the woman beneath him. He brought his face down, lips so close that he could taste her breath on his tongue. The villain looked the hero in the eyes, rage and hate and desire warring within them.

A red light flashed from the watch on his arm. An alarm. He needed to go. The police would be here soon.

As if waking up from a dream, he blinked and became astutely aware of the world around him. The drones desperately fighting to keep their loot against the tugs of the vines. A painful itch down his arm as the bleeding from his scratches reduced to a trickle. His hard cock throbbing against the crotch of his nemesis below him. The Crimson Dragon's face reddened to match his mask.

Metallic tendrils snaked from underneath his sleeves across the scratches on his arms. When they pulled back, the wounds had been covered by an artificial skin, with the bleeding completely stopped. He grunted angrily as he lurched backwards, tearing himself away from the woman that lay prone on the sand. Spikes of painful disappointment stabbed into his balls, twisting his face into agonized fury as he looked up to take a brief survey of the scene around him.

He'd lost three bags of loot already. Only one remained, and it was being pulled by a strong vine, with others growing closer. Already, sirens could be heard in the distance, with black-uniformed officers poking their head above the hill at the sandline. Fuck. This wouldn't be near enough. Fuck. Fuck.

With her feminine scent and soft flesh no longer clouding his mind, he darted towards his katana, rolling to dodge a vine as he picked it up. With a hungry cry, he slashed at the vine pulling at the last possible reward that he could get from this mess.

 

[Garnet]

Vesta managed to keep an albit nervous grin on her face as he pushed her further into the ground. He wasn't taking it any further though...interesting. Most villains would be wringing her neck right now but that hardness pressing against her hips... How fun. "Well Crimson Dragon," she grinned using his chosen title for the first time since they'd met "Up to the challenge?" Her finger ran over his slight exposed throat while licking her lips.

If he could just move a little closer, she could really play with him. Just as she was starting to grind her hips against his crotch, that pesky alarm just had to ruin the moment and make him jump off of her. She sat up with a tut and brushed the sand from her hair. Oh well time to work that frustration out a different way.

Primarily by wrecking his shit.

He may have sliced her vine from its roots but she could still manipulate which way it would flail as it fell. The red head smirked when it managed to smack another few drones to the ground and crush them under its weight. Only a handful left to deal with. "Guess I'm too much for a little boy like you to handle. Boring! To think you use your skills for such petty reasons. You could be so much more." She chided rushing him with the flexible vine he parted her from. If he wasn't quick those harsh strikes would cut him open as surly as any blade. Even the sound it made while slicing and snapping through the air sounded painful.

"Last chance to turn yourself in before these thorns tear you to shreds." Warned Vesta striking towards his legs to force him back towards the sea. The fallen loot was in the process of being encased by her constricting vines but she wanted a full set. He owed it to her for talking so big and not actually delivering. Those sirens were getting louder, just a little more time and she'd have enough backup to restrain him.

 

[VerboseVillain]

"Oh, I'll handle you alright." He barely dodged a flail of the vine. "You bump that fine ass of yours into one of my schemes again, and I'll fucking ruin you." What the fuck was he saying? He needed to focus, not trade words with this tart. Something about her just made him so angry, even as he snuck longing looks at her tits.

During one of the looks, a vine struck him across the stomach, thorns biting through his shirt and into his flesh. A metallic tentacle snaked out from one of the tears, wrapping around the fibrous tendril and then glowing white hot. Smoke rose up before the vine withdrew, nearly burned clean through. As it pulled back, the thorns ripped a large gash in his shirt. Underneath, she would be able to see that, rather than pale white, his skin was covered in ink, with a cut across what appeared to be the claw of a dragon. Flowers and leaves surrounded it, without a square inch of flesh unmarked. Along the borders and lines of the images, black cables protruded up through the skin, stretching and warping over taut muscles that had tensed in pain. A thin line of silver showed from a cut in one of the cables.

The Crimson Dragon bit his lower lip as he dodged the vines going towards his legs, going back towards the water. She was right about one thing: he did not have long to play. Even if her vines forced him to pull deeply from his battery reserves, the cops would overwhelm him afterwards. Only a fool would stay around. How she'd made him a fool to stay this long, he couldn't understand, even as his eyes gave her one last look, as if memorizing every inch of her body.

He grinned, trying to put her off even as he felt disappointment for all the cash and jewelry strewn across the ground. That was the only thing he was disappointed by. Yes. "I'm afraid playtime is over. Ruin my plans again, and I won't be so generous next time." He sprinted towards the water, hands a flurry on the drone controls. The one with the loot lifted and turned back towards his headquarters. Another two sped towards the waterline.

Just as his toe touched the water, he leapt into the air, legs and arms spreading so that the drones could attach. The...two...drones... He didn't realize until too late that she'd destroyed the drones that had connected to his arms. As he felt the two latch onto his legs without the others on his arms, he yelled out, "Fuck!" even as his body tilted forward. The back two drones managed to flip and right themselves to lift him, but not before he faceplanted right into the water with an enormous splash. They slowly lifted and pulled him away from the water, while he spluttered and wiped at his eyes with his free hand. Water dripped from the now-wet black hair hanging over the water, trying his best to regain his dignity as he sped away from the crime scene.

 

[Garnet]

"Oh don't threaten me with a good time. I'll hold you to it." She gave him a wink and her ass a cheeky spank that had her cheek jiggling. Vesta's malicious side was coming out in full force. Out of all the super powered members of The Order, she was the most sadistic despite her candy coated veneer. Vesta's dirty little secret was just how much she adored toying with her prey.

Her eyes fixed onto that incredible tentacle. Just how could it burn through her vine so fast? She'd seen a lot of technology before, but the speed of this bit of tech was incomparable. She'd have to discuss it with their resident healer Chiron and techie Creo, she wanted an action play if it burned her. Till then she'd just have to deal as much damage as possible. With a long intake of breath she pulled another vine from the sand using it along side the burnt one to keep him back. If she could just get another few cuts on those tentacles and take a sample...

"Ha if this is how you show your generosity, it may be lost in translation. Don't be surprised if I take it out on you next time cutie." Shit he was getting away! Vesta bolted towards her jet ski moored not too far away while keep her eyes on him. There was no way she was letting him esc-!

Her train of thought cut short seeing the villain get dunked head first into the water. Now she would normally hold herself back from any excessive emotion when on the job but this! Oh dear she couldn't breathe!

The hero collapsed to her knees as he was pulled from the water spluttering with her whole body shaking with laugher. Gleeful giggles were echoing from the beach as he soared away on his second attempt, a true smile on the hero's face for once. When she had finally stopped laughing, he was already out of range so rather than pursue, Vesta began lifting her remaining vines from under the sands and using them to gather every scrap of loot that had been spilled.

Before long the police and the press had arrived to lap up her sweet girl act of delivering the charitable donations back. Thankfully Adonis came to work the crowd and she was able to return to their base. The rest of her evening was spent analysing the burns on her vines while thinking idley of Crimson Dragon. In the moment she hadn't paid much attention to his tattoos, not when his strong and toned chest was exposed. Now though with her mind clear they gave her at least a strong identifier.

 

[VerboseVillain]

The sweet tones of her laugher made his cheeks grow even redder as he hummed with his long jacket hanging down behind his head. Thankfully, the black leather caught the occasional tall wave before it crashed against the back of the villain's head. He held the sword up and out to the side, keeping it as far from the saltwater as possible, scowling at the shrinking figure of the hero that he'd left behind on the beach.

Long after leaving sight range, the drones changed course, bearing towards a section of the ocean that glimmered unnaturally. He couldn't see it, naturally, barely keeping himself from passing out due to all the blood going down to his head. His neck bulged on occasion as he did his best to restrict the blood flow down, but he gave out an enormous sigh of relief when he was set down on a deck that shimmered with the colors of the ocean. He had his sensing systems do a quick radar scan and sonar ping of the surrounding waters. When no vessels or aircraft were discovered nearby, he stood and plugged one of his tentacles into a jack next to the semi-visible helm.

The camouflage effect dropped, and he directed the yacht back to his headquarters onshore. As he went, he thought of how he would defeat the hero that vexed him at every turn. And how he'd play with her afterwards.

===

The next day, a distress call would come to the Order of Themis from police responding to a bank robbery. Robots were keeping them pinned down, and they needed backup. Security footage showed a man in a red dragon mask wielding a katana. He wore a black turtleneck and camouflage cargo pants with all pockets bulging. The drones flitting around were smaller than the previous day, but no less deadly with some officers already being downed by electric shocks.

Police cars surrounded the bank, which was on a small lot at the edge of town. The customers had been released, but all of the employees were watched over by automated sentries that were about 3-feet tall and carried automatic machine guns. In the back, a whooshing and hissing sound could be heard from the vault, while light strobed into the hallway.

 

[Garnet]

Vesta was shut down for the day as Juniper snuck out of their base via one of the hidden exits that snaked out across the city to one of their safe houses. That network of tunnels and caverns was neigh impenetrable thanks to a mix of scientific and supernatural defenses. How else could they reach a scene in time? Juniper had her hair tied in a loose bun with green oval glasses framing her eyes instead of her mask, that left the scatter of freckles across her cheek bones exposed. With a pair of tight jeans and a long over sized sweater that came down to her tighs, she was far more incognito than Vesta.

She was heading towards her university with a square leather shoulder bag full of plant specimens. It was best to sneak these into the nursery as soon as she could. Many could paralyse people and others were hallucinogens. The ones she was most interested in was the hybrid species of rose and Holly. Its petals were razer sharp while the flower itself could scatter them at high speed if enough force was applied. Her powers really helped speed up her hybrid creations in a way nothing else had the ability to. She was just stowing them in her lab and slipping on her lab coat when her earing started to buzz. An alert? Now?!

Crap, she was the closest one to the scene. Maybe if she just turned her location off before Adonis saw...nope. A message had popped through from him demanding she go over to the scene while the rest of the avaliable team geared up. Shit... Two in one week.

With a few choice words, the lab coat came off and Vesta's leafy corset, hot pants and and added pair of fishnets went on. She had more media attention and Adonis did want more glamour shots for merchandise so this would kill two birds with one stone. She attached a belt to each arm filled with full sample tubes of plants. Just as she was on her way out, she made the snap decision to wind the Holly rose hybrid round her arm with direct contact she could keep the thorns from harming her and keep the dangerous petals supple...for now.

A quick exit later, Vesta was using her plants to shoot over buildings as if her vine was another limb till she reached the location. The redhead squeaked as a drone narrowly missed her. She just managed to take it outwith her whip before it started shocking her. Damn should she back up the police or sneak in and try to get the hostages out? Either choice could put them in danger. Hm but those drones were awfully familiar. Maybe a little negotiation could be possible?

First things first, the police were overwelmed by sheer numbers. Vesta gritted her teeth twisting at the hip before sending a heavily thorned vine towards a group of officers being pushed back down the street by a cluster of drones. It spun like a Frisby before lashing out like a snake knocking the drones into each other, puncturing a few and wrapping around the two it could latch on to. Vesta wasted no time in flinging herself of the building with her vines around her waist and legs to catch up, effectively drawing the drones attention as her almost tentacle like plants whipped and snapped them out of the sky.

If she could just get to those sentries or at least enter without attracting their attention, she knew she could snatch the hostages away! Time for a sacrifice. With a sigh she flattened her vines to the ground while dodging drones, and sent them slithering under the door. It took enough concentration to give her a headache, to form them into a golem just for the sentries to immediately turn and open fire on her distraction. It gave her just enough time to throw herself through the window and shatter her rose hybrid into a rain of armour piercing petals on their weapons.

"Either get out without getting hit by those drones or find a safe place to hide and we'll come get you!" Hissed Vesta at the tearful hostages hoping the crashes and gun fire hadn't alerted the villain to her presence before wrapping the remains of the rose round her leg and edging towards the noise.

 

[VerboseVillain]

Her vines took out a number of the drones, which spun and sputtered to the ground. The others followed her in an angry, buzzing swarm. They bumped around each other, shaking on occasion. A few remained up higher, taking photos as she went inside.

The sentries fired on the golem, shredding it. Unfortunately, they couldn't resist the impact of the petals on their armor. Chinks of metal and sparks flew around the room as they circled wildly to find their attacker. The infrared lights on their cameras grew dim as their power drained from the damage to their battery packs.

It didn't take twice for the employees to take her advice. A dozen fled out the front door, with two getting zapped by the swarm of drones that was attempting to make its way into the bank. The others huddled against the floor and under tables, trying their best not to be noticed. One security guard lifted his head briefly to look at Vesta, only to get a shock to the neck for his trouble.

Most of the drones were a blur of propellers and plastic. The ones knocked to the ground had guards around their propellers with black plastic bodies that surrounded a camera and the electric probe. Six plastic legs extended out, obviously intended to take the weight when they were on the ground.

From the location of the vault, a loud cling could be heard down the hallway, along with a shout of triumph. The light and hissing noises stopped, while the hinges of the vault door creaked. Some other metallic banging could be heard, along with footsteps that went further into the room. The sound of rustling paper began to fill the hall between the vault and the main room. A masculine laughing could be heard down the hallway.

The little mini drones went after Vesta, trying their best to shock her into submission. But while they primarily appeared concerned with subduing her, a few also buzzed down around her ass and legs, along with going a little higher to point their cameras down her cleavage.

 

[Garnet]

Shit! Did these layabouts expect her to do all the work?! At this point she didn't know if she meant the police officers acting like lemins or her own absentee team. She flung another vine at some of the drones entering trying to keep them away from the civilians. Ugh her body ached from that jump through the window, thank god she was so durable. With her whip she snapped and dodged the drones watching for the electricity to fad before giving on a high kick. The snap that it got would be priceless to her fans with her thigh extended above her head and ass taut.

No no nononono!

Vesta increased her speed not wanting to lose any more loot to this creep. She got a mild shocks in return that had her yelping and jolting. Her rose hybrid was still recovering its petals but hopefully it wouldn't take much longer to give her another round of. In the meantime she took a bramble Bush cutting from her belt and focused all her energy on it before throwing it at a drone. The twisting and sharp branches knotted around it enough to disorientate it at least. That gave her one less drone to deal with as she skidded round the corner.

Damn the vault had taken on some damage! "Crimson! Wasn't one loss this week enough for you? Some of us have lives you know!" Yelled the feisty hero sprinting towards him while ducking and weaving through his drones. If the glint on those thorns was any indicator, she was ready to rip him to shreds. "Are you planning to leave in such an entertaining way again?" She said with her lips twitching from badly repressing her giggle at the memory. Oh dear, that had kept her snickering all night.

Vesta had to drop to her knees to escape a drone as it got in front of her before lasing at it. The image he got showed her cleavage at a delicious angle while getting squashed together by her corset. "You really don't manage your money well if you have enough for all these tin cans but still need more to keep you going. Almost tragic."

 

[VerboseVillain]

The Crimson Dragon looked up sharply from the stack of cash that he was busy stuffing into a duffle bag. Of course. The hero. Damn it. "You really have an overdeveloped sense of duty, don't you?" His eyes fixed on her for a few minutes as she sprinted at him like a nightmare. Or a dream.

He quickly grunted and dropped into a crouch. "These? These are nothing. Mere trifles that are nothing but an extension of my will. What this money will buy me? That is death. The corruption of the entire city." He dodged to one side of the vault door. From around it, metallic tentacles shot out towards the heroine as she closed on the door.

"You would do well to leave here, Vesta. No amount of press is worth what I'm going to do to you." A little further. She was so close. Close to a steel and concrete vault where her vines couldn't get purchase, while his electrotendrils could make short work of her. After that. Well, he'd have to make sure that she'd stop coming after him. Whatever it took.

He started an annoying, singsong voice, the swarm behind her driving her towards the vault. "What are you waiting for, hero? I'm right here. You need backup to deal with me?" He frowned. "You may have taken what I rightfully stole on the beach, but I'm doing the taking here. This is your last warning. Go running back to your little club before you end up getting hurt."

His tendrils prepared for her to enter the door. Whenever she managed to make it through, they'd shoot towards her wrists and ankles, attempting to entangle them.

 

[Garnet]

"Well this is kind of my job sweetheart. You make a mess like this and someone has to clean it up." Snorted Vesta having to drop to her knees and slide along the floor to avoid one drone before cracking it with her whip. She used the momentum to jump back to her feet. Ugh she hated places like this. Sterile and full of metal. If she wanted to use her plants she'd need to either keep contact with them or force energy into them which could drain her fast. Despite how her gift was portrayed by The Order, it had a limit. Vesta just hadn't let it show in combat before. She certainly wasn't going to reveal it to this B lister.

She glanced down at the rose and plucked its four outer petals which were the only ones that had finished growing before throwing one directly at his legs and the other three at the remaining drones. Vesta was quick to jump into the vault already extending her whip to latch around his duffle bag. Just as she was pulling the bag from his hands, something started pulling on her ankle. With a hiss she managed to dodge to the side kicking her left leg high in the air to avoid the appendage.

Damn he'd set up his tentacles in the door!

As Vesta was mid kick, the other tentacle coiled around her ankle. She almost fell when her left wrist holding her whip was caught. Damn it! Her right was soon to follow as she was hauled up into the air with her free leg kicking furiously at the super flexible appendage that seemed determined to catch her.

"I should have know a creep like you would be into this." To the redheads credit she certainly still had a lot of snark left in her despite her head filling up with images of her burnt to a crisp vine. Was he planning to burn through her limbs? Or was he actually planning on having a little fun for a change? Villains were so focused on power that while her flirting could easily distract them, actually getting to properly play with them was a rarity. When she did, it was normally her dominating them into drooling messes. What was he planning?

Her struggles and kicking had her body twisting in delicious ways. That bust of hers was already tightly squeezed by her corset so all her jolting was making her breasts bounce hypnotically. Her ass was in a similar state, as she wiggled and squirmed all while still her fishnet clad leg was putting up quite the fight against the final tentacle. It looked like she was just begging for a spank.

 

[VerboseVillain]

Sharp pain came from his leg as her petal went through his thigh. Damn it! She hadn't had one of those before! That brought a whole new dimension to their combat. One that he'd have to evaluate carefully, since he wasn't sure that he could build a tentacle fast enough to knock them out of the air. And if she managed to get more of them. Especially in an open area with sunshine and soil. Damn it!

His tentacles encircled her limbs as she came through the door. Yes. Even with the stinging in his thigh, this had gone far better than he had anticipated. Sure, he hadn't wanted her to show up. Well, he didn't think so. But still, the best would've been getting the money and getting out as soon as possible.

Her struggles made him tilt onto his injured leg, and he took several steps to keep from falling. Several of his tentacles latched onto bars on the inside of the door to keep him from falling. "Stop struggling, you overzealous weed! Do it now!" He considered burning her flesh, but that'd be far harder than the vines. For one, her tissues were far more moist than a quickly growing vine. He also needed to conserve energy so that he could get her out of there and to his headquarters. Removing her was one thing. Finding out the inner workings of her ridiculous cabal was far more valuable. And that's the only way that she was valuable.

As she wiggled and squirmed, his eyes belied his internal narrative by lingering on her ass. Fuck, he just wanted a handful of that soft, tender flesh. To feel it wobble under the blow of his hand as he finally brought her to heel. Yes. Humliliate her.

He stepped forward and brought his hand back. Then he threw his shoulder forward as his hand and arm zipped through the air to crash with a bright pop against her pale rear end. As he pulled his hand away, he could see a red handprint perfectly on her round derriere. Fuck. Yes. Then another squirm tilted him forward, and their combined weight pulled on the tentacles that were latched to the door. With a thud, it closed, but that wasn't what made him go pale. No, that was the clatter of the securing bolts falling into the floor. The ones that he'd pulled up using a hole that he made on the outside of the door. With a cutting torch that was also on the outside of the door. They were trapped! With a tremendous growl, he roared at the realization of his failure, the sound reverberating through the room. Then his eyes fixed on the hero, his nose flaring in anger. At least he still had her.

 

[Garnet]

"Oh why of course I'll stop struggling! It's not like I'm held here against my will you robotic freak! I'm going to plant a catus in your esophagus if you don't release me this second!" Vestas voice was as sweet as cherry pie as she retorted to him but soon grew furious. All the while she was still trying to pull herself free even as that tentacle lashed on to her ankle and started a tug of war to pull in down from its lifted position in from of her hip. "If you think poison ivy is bad you can just wait to see what I can do to you!" Normally Vesta couldn't quite let out this level of anger, just in case reporters were about, but here she was fine to let loose a little. Boy were those green eyes blazing.

When he came closer, he almost got a kick to the head. Unfortunately that allowed his tentacle to finally pull her leg straight. With a lock of firey red hair falling over her eye, poisonous glare and still constant struggling, she looked both dangerous and enticing. Those hips were certainly strong as she continued to jerk and rock them trying to escape.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Hissed Vesta when he got behind her before a startled yelp jumped out of her lips. Did he just? Did he just spank her?! "H-How dare you, you nerdy little pervert!" Vesta had went red to the tips of her ears feeling the sting on her ass. It didn't help that those little shorts of hers were riding up from her struggling. It had her hips jerking forward from the force of the slap.

She was about to start cursing him out when the loud crash made her freeze. Oh no. The door had slammed. Well maybe he could get it back open? Oh...oh dear, from that reaction it didn't seem like he could.

"T-tell me you haven't locked us in here..." she asked looking stunned at the door. No way... Where the hell was the rest of her damn team?! Her head hung in shock for a moment before catching the way he was looking at her and returning the glare. Was he planning on torturing her till someone could open the door or using her as a hostage? It made her mouth dry at the thought.

 

[VerboseVillain]

His eyes burned with pure wrath. None of this had to happen. All he needed was to gather enough money to fund his next project. Hell, he could've gotten enough money back at the beach! But no. This stupid damn hero had to keep poking her nose in where it didn't belong. Damn it!

"This is your fault." He advanced on Vesta, tentacles releasing the door to wrap around her. "You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't have been at my last robbery." His tentacles carried her around the stacks of 100-dollar bills that filled the center of the room to his waist. He kept moving until she was back against the wall. He slammed his hand into the wall next to her head. "You should be back in your headquarters with all of the other idiots."

His face charged at hers. Brown, hateful eyes stared into hers through his crimson mask. His hot breath washed across her face and down her cleavage. The scent of green tea and cinnamon filled the air between them.

"You are exceedingly irritating." One of his tentacles moved up her body to wrap lightly around her throat. The tip wended its way up to her chin, tilting it up to force her to look directly at him. "I have murdered for less annoyance. And here I have you. Trapped without access to light. To soil. To all the things that a weed like you needs to thrive. So what am I to do with you?"

 

[Garnet]

Vesta squeak as she was suddenly lifted up, kicking her legs in an attempt to get some kind of balance. It kept her stable but made her ass and bouncy tits look even more grabbable. He'd actually locked them in... This...this IDIOT had ruined 2 days in a row for her and then had the nerve to act offended! The redhead bit her bottom lip, no need to make him any more angry. She didn't fancy getting burned alive in here.

Instead she tried to get her barings. Her arms were probably the least likely to be of much help, the tentacles were too tightly wound but the ones around her legs at least had some give in this new position. Plus she still had her rose hybrid...she just couldn't risk a petal explosion in such tight quarters. It would most likely slice her up pretty bad too. Vesta's thoughts were cut off when his face was mere inches from hers making her flinch away.

"L-let go!" The hero hated being forced to look at him but didn't drop her stare. Green met brown, both filled with fire. At this range he could smell the mix of flowers she tended to, that clung to her hair, honey suckle, rose, orange blossom mixed with pine and chlorophyll like freshly cut grass. With his bitter sweet smell it made for an odd but not unpleasant combo in their tight little prison.

"Unfortunately this is my job sweetheart, don't tell me you think I do this willingly?" Said Vesta in a soft voice. It felt like her breath was stuck in her throat with him this close. "Why do you even bother? You have a talent for those drones, you'd be able to get plenty of funding for them and yet here we are. " The usual spite was missing in her voice, if her team got the door open she'd be fine. She just needed to last till then...

"Hmf well lizard, if you were more interesting you'd have taken up my offer on the beach, of did you forget?" Vesta took a breath before kicking out her leg, releasing her from one tentacle at the cost of her boot. Rather than buring her knee in his stomach where it belonged, she instead used it to draw his hips closer resting her thigh on his hip. "I did say we could have some fun together. Unless you think I'll overwhelm you?" Her hips rolled up to grind against his pelvis. If nothing else the aggressive flirting might fluster him enough to buy more time.

"See you really need to ask yourself, what do you want to do to me?"

 

[VerboseVillain]

His face was complete rage at her words. He'd ruined her day. And lizard! The gall of this woman. The utter hubris. He had torn out fingernails of men who had shown less impropriety. Sent his drones for their families. Destroyed hundreds of his family's enemies just for the thought of attacking them.

But this...this...woman. All he wanted to do was...

His lips sought hers sharply. Adrenaline and testosterone short-circuited his thoughts and flooded past the walls of discipline that he'd carefully honed and guarded through a decade of work as a yakuza back at home. His real home. All that time watching pain and suffering. Inflicting pain and suffering. It'd built up barriers stronger than concrete that held a reservoir of emotion that he'd never dreamed of letting out for fear that it would make him weak. And here he was. Enjoying the sweet taste of her breath. Savoring the sensation of her soft lips. Hand gripping her generous ass to lift her up into him. Heart submitting to the desires that he'd cordoned off after the disgrace that had banished him from Japan. His entire body stood rigid against hers as he struggled to contain the surge inside of him.

It was the brush of her thigh against his hard cock that woke him up from his reverie. The glorious pangs of pleasure that came from her body being snug against his. He brought the hand against the wall up to the back of her head, weaving his fingers into her hair. Then he pulled her lips from his, as if he couldn't bear to break contact by moving his own lips.

His face was fully red to match his mask, but not from anger. Not anymore. Instead, a twisted shame warred with strong desire as he breathed heavily, heart pounding in his chest. "And that's the worst part. You're a fucking tease."

 

[Garnet]

Vesta was caught off guard by the kiss only able to give a squeak of surprise that got lost between their lips. He felt so starved of touch in that kiss. So she did, as usual what she wanted with little thought of the consequences and kissed back. Her lips tenderly pushed and teased against his mouth even catching his bottom lip and giving it a teasing nibble. Ever the generous hero, she allowed a soft little mewl to press against his lips. He'd feel her gasp against him, eyes closed and body so supple and eager to please as he gripped her ass and gave her leverage to grind up against him.

Her fingers curled into fists above her head while she let herself focus on the pleasure between them. Just as her tongue started to tease his mouth open, he had grabbed her hair and pulled her back. The feel of his fingertips running through her hair sent a shiver down her spine. She indulged herself by keeping her eyes closed an extra moment and relishing that tingle down her spine. When she did look up at him, lips wet, chest rising a little quicker than before, her jade green eyes were half shaded by her dark lashes.

"Don't act like you don't love my teasing. I certainly adore teasing you." Vesta had the nerve to give him a little smile as her hips bumped against his crotch. "The only thing keeping...whatever this is at just teasing, is you. So I'll ask you outright...do you want more?"

 

[VerboseVillain]

He stared at her for along moment. Such forwardness. It was unseemly. Such boldness in a woman. Such courage. Those sweet tones that echoed in his ears. More. The soft scarlet hair wrapped in his fingers. More. The roll of her generous hips pressing up against his hard cock. More. Those fearless eyes daring him to take what he so desperately needed. To take, and by doing so lose any thought of the heroes and police surely coming to lock him away. Likely working the door this very moment.

Not like he could escape, anyway.

With a growl, his lips pressed against hers again. A writhing, hungry tongue danced along her lips, encouraging her tongue to come out. The hand in her hair opened to grip the smooth curve of the back of her skull, forcing her to stay against him. His other hand moved down to her thigh, caressing softly while cupping her beautiful curves. The tentacle on her throat slid slightly against her flesh, metallic joints catching slightly against her vulnerable skin.

He flared his nose, taking in the full scent of the woman against him for the first time since the beach. This was his shame, to succumb to this gorgeous woman against him. To know that prison grew closer with every second. But any thought of escape paled in comparison to the sudden awareness of the full load dangling between his legs, built up over almost a year of celibacy. He hadn't even pleasured himself since he'd been exiled. But now, the pulsing fire between his thighs demanded to be quenched in her body. The body of the hero that he'd longed for since the first time that she'd foiled his plans.