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machina erotica
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"I am Princess Diana of---Themyscira... the--the Wonder Woman, I--" the gorgeous Amazon felt a soft noise of pleasure interrupt her proclamation. The thick cock ran its way across her nearly bared pussy. Wet lips caressed the impressive girth, leaving a trail of glistening arousal nearly from base to tip. It reminded Diana all too vividly of how eager she'd been to wrap her plump lips around him, how she'd greedily suckled his cock, swallowing the thick load. The length of him glided along her lips, forcing her sacred sex to kiss his manhood entirely. Another breath hitched in the powerful woman, her body arching, betraying her all too vividly. That smoldering heat in her lower belly flared all the greater.
The superheroine, model to all, grit her teeth, swallowing hard. She would not, could not let the sneering male figure above her win. His bulbous form spoke to all wrong in the race of men: soft and conniving, his beady eyes raking over Diana's divine form. The curvaceous Amazon felt him shift, could feel the thick domed head of his "bitch breaker' level at her sex. Her lips parted, arousal once more kissing him, her trained body all too willing. She never should have granted this mere mortal access to her body; he'd manipulated her into this position. Worse, she felt that smoldering need flaring within. Her insides practically kicked against her, that manipulation working its masterful art on the gorgeous champion.
A whimper left her as his cock skidded off her sex. Hard blue eyes shot a glare upwards, while she tried to raise herself some in defiance. "I am an Amazon!" She declared again. "I will not be---" her proclamation ended in a sharp yelp as his hand went down. He effortlessly flicked that little nub, the pleasure button he'd trained her to appreciate, her clit. The shock of pleasure turned protest into desire, hips again canting toward him. Of course he didn't stop there. Whimpering, Diana tried to pull her rebellious body together, to deny him access. But his skilled hands played her sex expertly. He'd proven himself a maestro at the female instrument again and again, pulling sweet music out of the most beautiful. Diana found her body rolling, squirming on the sheets. Her hips jerked upward, desperate for more. Her sex throbbed with a need that stabbed deep to her core. Each touch of his fingers upon her sacred center sent another jolt of pleasure into the heroine. Control left her as she thrashed needfully on the bed, sheets bunching beneath her exquisitely beautiful form.
Yet just as she crested, hips arching, he pulled away. Pleasure turned to frustration as the heroine fell slack, panting, glaring up at him. That smile told her what she needed to know, reminded her of her script. Diana pursed her lips, ready to fight, only to find him returning again. Each caress reminded her of her position, of her body's needs, of the enticing allure pleasure presented to her, an irresistible urge that was melting the valorous Amazon into a needy mess, another panting female. Cries of pleasure replaced protest as she fought the urges, knowing deep within that submission was only a matter of time, that only her pride prevented her from truly giving way.
And it would not last much longer.
There's something especially appealing about superheroines in erotic situations. These new heroines, our new myths and legends, are oh so often untouchable beauties. Powers and training have honed their bodies, made them something to envy. From gorgeous girls next door to fierce amazons to exotic aliens, these beauties serve as role models, as symbols of goodness. They're so far removed as to be something that we lust after, desire. And I oh so love putting them into highly erotic situations.The superheroine, model to all, grit her teeth, swallowing hard. She would not, could not let the sneering male figure above her win. His bulbous form spoke to all wrong in the race of men: soft and conniving, his beady eyes raking over Diana's divine form. The curvaceous Amazon felt him shift, could feel the thick domed head of his "bitch breaker' level at her sex. Her lips parted, arousal once more kissing him, her trained body all too willing. She never should have granted this mere mortal access to her body; he'd manipulated her into this position. Worse, she felt that smoldering need flaring within. Her insides practically kicked against her, that manipulation working its masterful art on the gorgeous champion.
A whimper left her as his cock skidded off her sex. Hard blue eyes shot a glare upwards, while she tried to raise herself some in defiance. "I am an Amazon!" She declared again. "I will not be---" her proclamation ended in a sharp yelp as his hand went down. He effortlessly flicked that little nub, the pleasure button he'd trained her to appreciate, her clit. The shock of pleasure turned protest into desire, hips again canting toward him. Of course he didn't stop there. Whimpering, Diana tried to pull her rebellious body together, to deny him access. But his skilled hands played her sex expertly. He'd proven himself a maestro at the female instrument again and again, pulling sweet music out of the most beautiful. Diana found her body rolling, squirming on the sheets. Her hips jerked upward, desperate for more. Her sex throbbed with a need that stabbed deep to her core. Each touch of his fingers upon her sacred center sent another jolt of pleasure into the heroine. Control left her as she thrashed needfully on the bed, sheets bunching beneath her exquisitely beautiful form.
Yet just as she crested, hips arching, he pulled away. Pleasure turned to frustration as the heroine fell slack, panting, glaring up at him. That smile told her what she needed to know, reminded her of her script. Diana pursed her lips, ready to fight, only to find him returning again. Each caress reminded her of her position, of her body's needs, of the enticing allure pleasure presented to her, an irresistible urge that was melting the valorous Amazon into a needy mess, another panting female. Cries of pleasure replaced protest as she fought the urges, knowing deep within that submission was only a matter of time, that only her pride prevented her from truly giving way.
And it would not last much longer.
Most of what I'm looking for follows essentially the standard superheroine erotica plotlines. Some being, usually but not always male, gets an upper hand on a costumed heroine. They then use pleasure and eroticism to break that heroine down, making her into a mewling little plaything. These are most usually non-con or dub-con, and I lean more toward the latter. That means mostly situations where the heroine isn't initially interested in sex with the partner, but something forces her hand. It could be hostages, money, technology, magic, all sorts of tropes and the like. I'd rather avoid the hard rape.
I'm not necessarily against more consensual stuff so long as it's still intensely erotic. My preferences there are going to lean more into an uneven power balance, with the heroine usually being the less sexually secure one. I do love writing lesbian superheroine romances and would definitely be down for that, with some loose ideas, though my experience tells me that it's not nearly as popular as the rest.
I want the RP to focus on pleasure and using that and sex to break down a heroine's resistances. That will usually result in a "dark" or "bad" end, but that should also depend on the viewpoint. A happy ex-heroine who's now eagerly breeding with her new master is technically "dark," but she is happy, soooo...
I'll break things down with a list, some heroines, and some loose plots as the thread continues. But I think by now you probably know if you're interested or not (hell, the opening probably gave that away). But please, read on...
He grunted, feeling his cock lodge so deep within the teenage heroine. Just looking at her in her present state would be enough for most men to lose it then and there. The great Ghost Spider, a female Spider-Man with untapped power and potential, quick with the quips and the webs, and a threat to the criminal underworld. Now she was little more than a writhing plaything, overwhelmed by pleasure, by his cock. He grunted as he thrust forward, feeling his balls clench as she ignored the ringing phone within reach. The sight of the sexy blonde, the fit punk girl next door, writhing had already hardened his cock to steel. Thrusting nearly to the hilt in her tight, limber body had his balls churning already. But listening as her phone rang and the heroine ignored it, even knowing that it could mean someone "needed" her, oh that sent him right over the edge.
"Time to knock you up," he growled as his hips thudded hard enough to shake her body beneath him. He felt her body rippling at the words and chortled, "Like that, don't you?" he said, reaching a hand to press against her tight, toned abdomen. He could feel her muscles contorting as Gwen Stacy, police captain's daughter and superheroine, came upon his thick "loser" cock. "Gonna shoot you all up with that good cum,' he practically purred, pulling his hips back to thrust again. He could feel his body reverberating from it, not that he looked at anything besides the oh so willing heroine beneath. He longed to see that fit body thicken, watch the belly bulge as he hammered a child into the fresh teen.
"Yeah, you a good little super slut, aren't ya?" he said, rolling hips, pushing a little more, stirring their insides. That thick pleasure kept pulsing within him, made him dump and more into her. Her convulsing walls milked him even further, stirring their arousals together, bits of it already starting to leak out her stretched lips and his thick cock. He pulled back, letting some more drizzle before slamming deep within her, bouncing Gwen's tight ass against the sheets. "Gotta get it all up inside," he said, rubbing her belly again, "make you a super teen mom," he laughed at his own joke, lightly tapping her gut even as he thrust again and again, wringing more from her. As he felt his cock enter the last few spurts, he reached for her phone, holding it up. "Got to take a pic for your friends," he teased, snapping the delicious sight before him. Fingers flew as he pulled up a group chat, uploading the photo with a quick: "She's busy right now," laughing as his cock pulsed again, already hardening for another round.
"Time to knock you up," he growled as his hips thudded hard enough to shake her body beneath him. He felt her body rippling at the words and chortled, "Like that, don't you?" he said, reaching a hand to press against her tight, toned abdomen. He could feel her muscles contorting as Gwen Stacy, police captain's daughter and superheroine, came upon his thick "loser" cock. "Gonna shoot you all up with that good cum,' he practically purred, pulling his hips back to thrust again. He could feel his body reverberating from it, not that he looked at anything besides the oh so willing heroine beneath. He longed to see that fit body thicken, watch the belly bulge as he hammered a child into the fresh teen.
"Yeah, you a good little super slut, aren't ya?" he said, rolling hips, pushing a little more, stirring their insides. That thick pleasure kept pulsing within him, made him dump and more into her. Her convulsing walls milked him even further, stirring their arousals together, bits of it already starting to leak out her stretched lips and his thick cock. He pulled back, letting some more drizzle before slamming deep within her, bouncing Gwen's tight ass against the sheets. "Gotta get it all up inside," he said, rubbing her belly again, "make you a super teen mom," he laughed at his own joke, lightly tapping her gut even as he thrust again and again, wringing more from her. As he felt his cock enter the last few spurts, he reached for her phone, holding it up. "Got to take a pic for your friends," he teased, snapping the delicious sight before him. Fingers flew as he pulled up a group chat, uploading the photo with a quick: "She's busy right now," laughing as his cock pulsed again, already hardening for another round.
- I go by darkest_fate on the site (obviously). Darkest is an adjective while Fate is more the name I use. I've been RPing for ages, and been on the site for a long time too, so I know what I'm doing.
- In real life I'm getting old. I work as an online English instructor and have a doctorate in English Literature (emphasis on Queer studies). That does not mean I correct people's grammar; I do this to relax, after all!
- I've been a bit spotty lately, and I wanted to state that upfront. I really want to write and play, but I've been struggling to get invested and keep an RP going. I'm trying again here and the desire is there, but I wanted people to know ahead of time.
- It doesn't help that I have repetiative strain issues in both arms. So I sometimes just outright cannot write because of my arms. I usually put a status up to let people know, but patience is appreciated.
- The focus here is on superheroines, usually in dub-con situations. I will do lesbian romance stories or some non-con stories depending on the plot and setup. All heroines will be 18+, with those that aren't yet aged up to be so.
- I'm comfortable writing pretty much any gender in any combination. This thread is initially going up in female, but I'll have a version for male as well. I generally prefer to write the female heroine, but I can be convinced otherwise. That means I'm up for FxM, FxF, FxNB, MxF, and any multiple combinations of the above.
- RP on site either in threads or PMs. I can be talked onto Discord, but the idea and/or partner would need to be good (I'm even less good at keeping up with Discord stuff).
- I'm pretty open and accepting with kinks. I do go pretty intense, but not really into the whole "murder/blood/humiliation" stuff so much as lots of hardcore sex.
- My major kink overall is clothing: dress a girl up, fuck her while she's wearing something, and I'm happy (that goes doubly for superheroine costumes). That extends to ownership clothes which includes the obvious like collars and branding, but also can include stuff like wearing a partners' clothes.
- Love breeding as well, both generally speaking and for superheroines.
- f-list for more details
- I write a decent amount and would like some in return, but I don't set a hard limit. Look at my thread history, and figure about 3-4 modest sized paragraphs per reply.
- Please put some content in the PM so I know we can work together. Work with the ideas, have some preferences and direction!
Kim's head spun as thick lips mashed against her own. A squeal of protest sounded around their linked lips, the redhead's arms raising up to either side of her head, shock driving them upward. One still held the frothy mug of the house ale, its bubbling seeming all the more malicious now, but the other was empty. It wouldn't take much for her to simply bring that hand down on the side of the neck. Kim just had to hit the nerve at just the right spot to render him unconscious, which would certainly stop his mashing lips and molesting hands. Kim's hand stiffened as if to do that, just in time to feel his lips prize hers apart. Another little noise of protest left as a tongue snaked into her mouth, flicking against hers. The intoxicating taste of the house brew filled both their mouths, its head aroma making Kim's eyes roll and her knees weak.
Fuck, and Wade had warned her! The brew obviously had been more spiked than they'd expected, so that little playful drink she'd had with the customer earlier had effected her. That was the only reason the sexy redhead's mouth would open for a being like this. It certainly would explain why her green eyes fluttered, why her head spun, why she kept her hands raised even as she felt that thick hand thrusting between her legs. Those sausage fingers played against her tightly clad sex, rubbing and cupping her desperately, as if eager to grasp every second. The pawing should feel disgusting, and it did make Kim's stomach curl deep down. It brought forth a noise of protest, but no sooner did that start when a squeal rang out. For his hand had shot down her tight top to squeeze her left breast, the thick palm running along her nipple.
The trained spy and fighter should know better. She'd been warned, and that was why her mom was here as backup, wherever she was. But she'd gotten cocky, figuring she could handle the pawing, desperate customers even if the brew hit her. That was what made Kim pull back, a strand of spittle connecting her lips to her greedy partner's. "We--we should slow--" she started, but the man raised her mug to her lips, and she found her head tilting back almost obediently. The special brew slid down her throat just as his hands started working at her crotch again, her daring work uniform not doing much to stop. Kim felt her head spinning all the more, the heat growing between her legs. Maybe... maybe she could play with him for a little while...?
Quick List of Superheroines(these are mostly just the ones that I have pics and/or ideas of already)
- Wonder Woman
- Supergirl
- Black Canary
- Hawkgirl
- Raven
- Starfire
- Rogue
- Kitty Pryde
- Kim Possible
- Atom Eve
- Elastigirl/Helen Parr
Galleries
(this is mostly AI art done by artists on Deviantart)
Loose Plot Starters
- Super Pimp - a new villain has appeared, one with... unique powers. He's just at street level, taking impressive young women and transforming them into his hos. For most male heroes, he wouldn't be a threat, but of course a superheroine decides that a female needs to take him out, and she finds out it's not what she expected.
- O'Face - a new pub (likely Irish themed) has opened up with some shady business happening. There's claims of special drinks, customers having their way with staff, a conniving owner, etc. A heroine goes undercover, not realizing that she's entering a trap.
- Invasion of the Breeders - a new alien race has arrived with only one goal in mind: breeding. It turns out that powered females are the best option available!
- From Heroine to Pleasure Slave - a heroine runs afoul of someone and winds up on the slave market (or perhaps she's investigating). Unfortunately for her, she's hot enough to be labeled a "pleasure slave" and must undergo the intensive training that entails.
- Money Maker - a heroine is desperate for cash and signs on to do some sexual things, likely not intending for things to go as far as they do.
- The Groper - a new villain with particular skills arrives. They're an expert at dodging, and particularly good at stimulating all the most erotic points on a female, striking her when she least expects it. A young heroine finds herself the new target.
- Training Mode - a new training regime starts for a heroine. It's meant to put her through various hypothetical situations, using magic/tech/telepathy, but in reality it ends up developing fetishes for her and/or her team.
- A Proposal - a powerful villain has a new proposal: if a heroine submits sexually to them, they promise not to endanger others. How can our heroine refuse such an offer?
- A Life for a Climax - a twisted villain is holding several hostages captive. They agree to release one each time the heroine cums.
- Jigsaw Puzzle - a tricky villain (i.e. Jigsaw, Riddler) sets up a series of traps in their secret lair, all designed to sexually torment the heroine(s) who come after them!
- Bestial Experiment - similar to the above: villain with a lair has devious traps. Only this time, it's various live experiments, all designed for super pleasure!
- Tech Testing - a heroine volunteers to help test a bit of new tech for a major company, not realizing said tech is highly sexual and that the testers may have more malevolent motives in mind.
- The Nomu - (yes, based on the MHA creature) a unique sexual creature has arrived. It's relatively low powered, at first, but has a unique ability: when it breeds a female, they pass on their powers and traits to the overspring. Thus we get a sexual beast essentially remaking itself through intense sex with heroines, growing more and more powerful as it goes.
"Yes, yes! You're a delightful cock ornament!" the alien conqueror breathed as he lifted the leg of his prize. "I can feel your tight pussy gripping my breeder. You're so eager for it, aren't you!?" he hissed his amusement, his thick hand gripping the tanned flesh of the teen heroine. He continued lifting "Peal" with ease, pulling the redhaired teen up to nearly off his cock before slamming to the hilt. He could feel his thick, ridged cock pushing aside her tight folds, jamming deep within. The tight little bit of resistance near the end was all that remained, and he could feel it weakening, just like the rest of her.
His split tongue ran along her flesh, tasting her arousal, her desire, her sweat, running along her mouth. Her delightful squeals and protests had long since become a symphony to him, ringing in his mind oh so delightfully. He could feel her mind breaking as much as her body, though he so longed for it. His tongue flicked again at her mouth, teasing her much smaller muscle, threatening to again jam down her throat if she didn't comply. Not that her compliance would prove necessary. Already his breeder, expertly designed for just this purpose, throbbed. The thick lubricating seed that oozed out made it all the easier to bounce the tight teen heroine up and down his cock, to gather up the energy he needed.
"It's time..." he growled, lifting her up, "FOR GENETIC OVERRIDE!" he slammed just as he felt his member spasming. His hefty internal sacs pulsed, surging forth not simply his breeding seed, but a strong burst of the pleasuring power within. It shot up even as he yanked Malyna down, jamming as much of himself into her as he could. That last bit of resistance almost popped as he entered her fully, timing the thrust with his declaration. Power and seed blasted into Malyna as the pleasure overtook the adapted reptilian. He hissed as his body pumped, following that intense initial burst with several pumps. He knew that his twin-tailed seed would prove far superior to any male that would've entered her. Even better, his power and seed would combine, rewriting Malyna's eggs at a genetic level. Not only would she crave his pleasure, but even if she somehow resisted, sought others, his superior genetics would override her resistances: her offspring would be his, unequivocally.
Hissing once more with pleasure, he ran his tongue along his new prize, feeling his seed pump more and more into her, rewriting her future with each throb of their united sexes.
Thanks in advance!
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