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Guava	By : TalaXRei Category: +A through F > Crash Bandicoot Views: 2834 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Crash Bandicoot, nor the characters from it. I do not make money from the writing of this story. Crash Bandicoot and its respective characters are (c) to Naughty Dog and Sony. D'Enfer (c) R. L. Kinghorn.

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The automatic door to their shared room aboard the Iceberg Laboratory slid open at eleven twenty-four sharp, like it did every night. Cortex slumped through it, grumbling beneath his breath about an unsuccessful experiment concocted earlier that morning. Without turning his head he stopped just inside the doorway to punch in a series of numbers on the neighbouring keypad. The steel door sealed behind him with a mechanical hiss. The day for the doctor was officially over and with a weary sigh he took to unbuckling his labcoat. It was besmirched with oil, grease and flecks of paint amidst other filth. He didn’t care to deal with it right now, gazing instead around the circular bedroom. Bedroom. Yeah, if one could call a small metal chamber crammed with as many text books and testing tubes as a laboratory a “bedroom”. The only thing that made it such was a double bed and D’Enfer’s vanity unit.

      His wife was who he was looking for.

      “D’En?” He called.

      Cortex had at least expected to find her at the dresser, removing her make-up, or in bed reading like she sometimes did when she waited up for him, or even sitting at the computer console, working on his behalf like a secretary so he didn’t fall behind on his thesis and reports. But no, she was nowhere to be seen. He raised one, thick eyebrow dubiously and shrugged out of the coat, folding it over his forearm and headed into the centre of the room. His boots echoed across the aluminium plating, hollow like a drumbeat. He glanced around again, just to be doubly sure of himself. No, she definitely wasn’t in here.

      Maybe she’s in the en suite then?

      Cortex’s attention went to the smaller mechanised door that led to their bathroom. “Are you in there?”

      “Si,” came her rich chime, subdued behind the steel. “I’ll be right there.”

      Satisfied, he turned away and threw the labcoat over the top of his easy chair before proceeding to pull his gloves off. He threw them down on top of the closest stack of paperwork. “The day I’ve had today, I tell you!”

      He strolled over to the minibar installed against the eastern side, lowered to suit his meagre height, and grabbed the crystal decanter off the board. He flipped over one of the upturned shot glasses. “I swear if Gin doesn’t get his act together and complete that preliminary design there won’t be a need to fire him because Uka Uka will blow him and this entire place to royal hell.”

      Cortex poured himself a large bourbon and then recapped the decanter with the stopper. He listened for a response. The woman was good at presenting a favourable outlook, something she usually did without provoking, but nothing came. Odd. Frowning down into the glass clasped in hand, he swirled the whiskey within it.

      “I thought you’d have an opinion on this, y’know,” he added sourly. “As this does involve you if that token Halloween decoration decides to blow this place up.”

      He took a sip, waiting now, surely, for her input. But still she said nothing. He discerned movement coming from behind the door, though it was faint. Irritation flared in his throat. “Are you even listening to me?”

      Well, he never! If she was trying to give him the silent treatment—which was a rarity but not unheard of—then she had chosen the wrong day to do it. Cortex was simply not in the mood for this petulance.

      At last the bathroom door slid open and he twisted around to confront his wife. “I said were you even... listening... to...”

      He trailed off, at a complete loss for words as she emerged, dressed in the flimsiest excuse for a nightdress he’d ever laid eyes upon. Oh sweet wumpa fruits on a skewer. The black floral lace clung to every contour of her curvaceous figure like a second skin, its reinforced bodice holding up the buxom globes of her breasts. The hem fell a little past her crotch but concealed absolutely nothing. She hadn’t a stitch on underneath it.

      Neo’s jaw dropped around the same time that the glass he’d been holding did, his fingers numb. His face changed colour from yellow to red and all of a sudden he felt very... ungainly.

      D’Enfer lounged exquisitely in the open doorway, running a ruby-nailed hand through the black curls she had combed becomingly over one shoulder. She smiled, pleased with the stupefied reaction she’d garnered from the doctor. “Si, I heard you.”

      Slowly and deliberately she sauntered toward him, rolling her hips more then she usually did. The lace floated like deluding mist of a mirage over her flat stomach. Her long tail swished side to side: a feline poised to pounce with claws razor sharp and mindset playful. “But enough talk, yes? Why don’t you let me take care of you now, mi stella.”

      She reached the armchair in the centre of the room and traced her fingertips over the labcoat he had thrown over it a moment prior. The cotton whistled softly beneath her nails. It sent a shiver up his spine. Now alert like a spooked deer, Cortex's gaaze went from her face to her hand and back again. He new what she wanted. And when she got within feet of him, he took a step back, swallowing down the arid knot that'd materialised in his throat.

      Married or not, her raw sexuality had always caught him unprepared. It had been that way since day one. She evoked something so dark inside him it disturbed him recognise it.

      Every time D’Enfer advanced, he retreated. He was painfully aware of his gawkiness, coming across like some nervous preteen on a first date, and before he’d even realised it, they were circling the room. It was almost laughable.

      The doctor found his tongue, ungluing it from the roof of his mouth. “C-come now, what is this? Stop this foolishness...”

      In the long run Neo knew his protests were in vain. He lost his footing and almost stumbled over a footrest and a stack of technical tomes. D’Enfer slinked closer, stealing the opportunity to close the space between them with one ample step. The contrast in height made it easier for her. He’d been so distracted by her gossamer négligée that he hadn’t even noticed her tiny feet, encased in black high-heels, until the florescent strip lights on the ceiling above mirrored off their surface. His eye for miniscule details, amidst other things, was failing him horrendously right now.

      D’Enfer reached out and grasped his tapered chin between her fingers—just the way she knew he liked it—and stooped slightly to look him in the eyes. He looked positively agitated. She looked ravishing. Her smirk was still cocked and salacious, knowing damn well the impact she was having on him and relishing in every moment of it.

      “No. I won’t stop this foolishness, as you so put it,” she replied in a passionate whisper, adjusting her touch to twine the coarse dark hairs of his beard about her slender fingers. “I deny you.”

      Her caress was languid, masterful and knowing. Neo found the sensation pleasant as it crawled across his face. Merciful mojo, it was wondrous. The enchanting little...

      Don’t let her distract you, you idiot—!

      'Che! Bringing himself back to his asocial senses, Cortex sneered and slapped her hand away, drawing back another step only to find the backs of his legs bump against the edge of something cushiony. He blinked in surprise before it registered, draining every vestige of colour from his face.

      The mattress! She had shepherded him around the room like lowly cattle until they’d reached the bed. That complotting marsupial! Damn her!

      “Got you,” she crooned playfully.

      Before he could even hope to respond, the scientist found himself abruptly shoved, his feet leaving the aluminium checker plating altogether. He fell backward and landed with a swish of satin, square in the centre of their bed. Not good, not good, not good! He twisted his head this way and that, eyes darting about in blind panic, looking for something—anything—hefty within range he could beat her unconscious with. At this point that was all that was going to stop her.

      The desk lamp! He saw it on the nightstand just above his head.

      He made a scramble for it but D’Enfer was on him like a vulture. She straddled his gaunt hips with her thighs and chuckled to herself, the sound rich and comely like dark chocolate, thoroughly amused by his change in demeanour. From haughty to horrified. She rubbed her body against him, mad with desire, grinding her unclad loins against him.

      If there was one thing Doctor Cortex knew about his wife without any doubt it was that her tenacity was impeccable. One could empty an army’s worth of ammunition into her and she would still come back weilding machine guns with a frag grenade in her teeth. It’s why he hired her, and it was one trait he equally loathed.

      He took a feeble swing at her but she caught his wrist, and when he tried with the other hand she did the same, pinning them to the silk sheets either side of his head. Despite himself he stiffened in more than one way. D’Enfer trilled, feeling his prick swell into a fierce hardness, pressing up against her from beneath the confines of his clothing.

      He was resistant, his hard-on untoward, and it excited her more than words could describe. She loomed over him, her large breasts compressing against his torso. Her hair, scented of amber and honey, tickled his jaw as it pooled around his neck. She buried her downy face into the angle of his collar bone and nipped at the thin material of his shirt.

      “Oh, let me have you, mi amoure,” she whispered, inhaling the scent of him. He was exceedingly warm, most likely as a result of the furnace rampant in his face, crawling up from the nape of his thin neck. “It’s been a long time, yes? Do you even recall the last time we made love?”

      Cortex cleared his throat. “Eight months, twelve days, six hours.” A pause. “Do you want the minute?”

      The Italian snapped her head up and blinked at her husband nonplussed before her bewildered bearing faded like a passing shadow and her natural smirk returned. “Well, aren’t you the romantic? And here I thought you didn’t care."

      The doctor opened his mouth to sass her in retaliation and realised too late his witless error. D’Enfer’s thick painted mouth descended and stole his, her tongue forcing its way passed his lips. It thrust eagerly against his inert one, compelling it to acknowledge her. Cortex remained completely unresponsive but alas, she was no less deterred by his listlessness, still grinding herself upon the rigid manhood with wanton and moaned suggestively. Vibrations washed over his tongue. Cortex could resist all he wanted but that part of him could not lie to her.

      Turning his eyes up, he glanced longingly at the lamp, a mere foot away from him, half a foot, if that. He flexed his fingers as if somehow magically hoping to summon it to his grasp. If only. The slick flesh of her swollen lips dampened the cloth over his crotch. The rocking of her pelvis caused his firm organ to twitch. Neo internally swore for his involuntary reaction, furrowing his eyebrows and staring hotly at the closed powered eyelids of his wife.

      And what in god's name had brought this about?

      Finally, D’Enfer broke the one-sided kiss with a breath and clenched her thighs against his hips. His downturned mouth was smeared with cherry red lipstick.

      “Are you done?”

      “No.”

      Something dry, scaly and cool to touch coiled about his right wrist and dragged his arm across the silk. He didn’t need to glance up to know it was her tail. Curse that damned fifth appendage of hers...

      She was going to tether him, like some jailbird.
      Again.
      Just like last time.

      Of course he made the attempt to wrestle himself free of her sadistic clutches, but like every other effort thusfar, it was fruitless. Without his gadgets Neo Cortex was the very definition of weak. He was brains without brawn. But still he tried, valiantly so.

      With both arms collected and bound overhead, D’Enfer explored his body freely. Her movements were of excited urgency, like a child with a beautifully wrapped birthday present. Her fingertips trailed down his lean chest, brushing over the black buttons of his shirt in a calculated manner. She pulled herself into a sit, gazing down with heavy-lidded eyes. He coolly met her gaze, and if it weren’t for the raging stiffness she was sitting on he may have actually passed as genuinely disinterested. But D’Enfer knew him better than that. All his scientific career he had seen mutagenatic creatures as nothing but his mindless slaves, animals to be altered and used as weapons the moment they passed through that vortex of his. It chilled him to think he had not only a sexual attraction to one but had eloped with one. Habits were a bitch to break. Domination won him over. This was all playacting.

      Her adventurous fingers found the hem of his trousers and she felt him tense. She grinned wickedly, lowering her gaze to the prominent silhouette of his erection. She paused for a moment, tormenting him, before popping the single button.

      “Grenada.”

      The first warning. She knew because he addressed her by her maiden name when she was on the verge of overstepping her boundaries and into landmind territory. How fortunate it was then, that she was an expert in demolitions. She could feel what was below that fabric and she wanted it inside her.

      Sliding the small zipper down with a soft metallic purr she hoisted herself up just enough to free him from the flap of his heart-patterned boxers. The velvety skin of his length made her stomach knot in anticipation. She pulled him out into the open. He was humble in size, as expected for a man of barely four foot four, but it was sufficient. D’Enfer pursed her rose petal lips hungrily and lifted her head to meet her husband’s eyes. Abhorrence burned in them, si, but lust burned with it.

      He wanted her, he just wouldn’t admit it. Yet.
      Breaking people was what she did for a living.

      “Mi dispiace but I’m too worked up to cater to foreplay,” she purred, gently hammering her fist up and down his venous shaft. “So let’s just dance, yes?”

      She did not wait for him to answer her. His consent was of no interest to her. The bandicoot shifted, aligning the thin, dusky tip of Neo’s prick with her tight sex. She was drenched as if slicked with lotion, the heel of her hand moistening as she held him in tantalising place, poised for entry as she so desired. D’Enfer watched him and saw how his gaze flicked from her wicked green eyes to the happenings between their bodies. He would have a magnificent view of everything she was about to do to him. Buona. She gyrated, her hips moving in wide, slow circles. She moved one hand, letting it drift down over her heavy breasts and tiny belly until it found her clitoris. She teased and caressed herself, fingertips flicking, moaning sweetly as he watched.

      “Grenada,” he repeated through gritted teeth. The second warning.

      “Yes, mi amore?"

      “When I get out of here, you’re going to be severely punished for this.”

      “Ooh~? Are you going to spank me?” She asked coyly, and sank down onto his erection. She took an inch and then stopped. Cortex choked back an unsolicited moan. He balled his fists in their bonds and willed himself not to push upward.

      She took another inch, tongue prodruding and running over her full lips sensually as she watched. Glee danced in her eyes. He was most erotic when he attempted to deny pleasure. His head lolling back on the silk, his teeth bared, face contorted into a snarl like some wild beast. Another inch. “Tell me you’re going to spank me.”

      “I-I’m going to... thrash you senseless!” His voice came fractured; his authoritative tone lost completely as throaty grumble escaped between clenched teeth.

      D’Enfer sunk down on the last of his member, her outer folds coming to nestle on the unruly curls of his pubis. The tip failed to even brush the neck of her womb. She gripped him and fluttered the hard muscles, whispering incoherent nothings in her mother tongue.

      He couldn’t bring himself to look at her. Swallowing down the burning indignity Cortex kept his gaze on that accursed lamp longingly, feeling her shudder in her selfish pleasure, savouring the sensation of him unmoving inside her as her fingers toyed with her imitate flesh.

      Then she started to move, spurred by his single threat, that lethal promise of punishment. With a hand braced to his chest for balance, she lifted herself of his cock almost completely before sinking back down, rhythmic and steady. She was in no rush to end this rare pleasure. She breathed in musical ecstasy every time he entered her, her heaving breasts in their prison of lace and whalebone rippled on her ribcage. The feel of his magnificent hardness after being without it was almost too much to bear. She heard him catch his breath as she moved sinuously, flexing her spine. Up and down, up and down, a wave on the ocean’s surface.

      It did not last long for the agent. Within moments D’Enfer felt her long-awaited orgasm gaining on her. It was coming swift and more intense then she had assumed. Lithe fingers curled on his chest, snagging a handful of his shirt as she rode him. Her self-loving quickened, fingers roamed her slick flesh more fervently. Just a little longer. Her eyes opened and closed, dense eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly as she watched him, intoxicating herself with the expression he wore. Using him like this, milking him for her fulfilment, it turned him on as much as it did her, she knew it did.

      And all she could think of as she took him with such forceful passion was the way her target’s head had snapped back when her .30 calibre bullet punctured their forehead, ending their miserable existence.

      “Yes! Ah~! Si—!”

      Her gasps became little cries of intense rapture. With each lift she clutched him with all her strength. She increased the driving tempo of her hips, bouncing faster, touching down harder. With a pinch to her clitoris she came, throwing her head back and wailing her enjoyment. Her inner walls convulsed periodically as she rode the soaring wingbeats of her climax. A powerful beautiful feeling. She came down a second later, the throbs of desire lastly waning. She was satisfied. Moaning languorously, D'Enfer dipped her head to eye him with an expression of content dreaminess. His however was the still the same as before, though dark undesirable emotions loitered in the depths of his brown eyes. Aside from that, a fleck of persperation on is brow betrayed his efforts.

      “There,” she breathed, patting his thundering chest condescendingly. “Not so hard, yes?”

      She went to remove herself, slipping half his erection from her body before he spoke. Just like she knew he would. “Wait... you....”

      D’Enfer didn't even attempt to conceal the secret smile of cunning cruelty that haunted her lips. She saw the despair flash across his face, she heard it in his voice. But it thrilled her most when his eyes descended between her damp thighs. Tilting her head endearingly to the side, she stayed elevated, leaving only the squat head of his prick lodged inside her.

      “You can’t mean to leave me like this?” said Cortex, an eyebrow rising. “That would be positively evil of you.”

      Being positively evil was Neo’s greatest excitement and the bandicoot knew it. The more of a bitch she could be, the more irresistible she was to him. When she didn’t respond or recommence, Cortex hoisted his scrawny hips upward in desperate, vain attempt to bury himself inside her, abandoning his initial denial. D’Enfer moved to keep him at bay.

      “Oh? What’s this?” she cooed. “I thought you didn’t want me to make love to you~?”

      Neo said nothing, opting only to glance briefly at his wife’s face before adverting his eyes altogether. Shame, worn like a true submissive who was debased as much as thrilled, was stained upon every inch of his angular face, and he’d not turned his head away quick enough to hide it from her. His hips lowered back to the mattress.

      “Say it, baby,” the marsupial purred, lithesomely rolling her hips once again.

      With astonishing effort, Cortex choked back the impulse to curse her to hell and every point south. Instead he grit his teeth, feeling the tight entrance to her dripping core twitch around his bulbous glans.

      “Say it and I’ll give it to you. If you beg me I may even let you go, si~?”

      His expression darkened to rival that of a thundercloud but still he did not turn to face her. “You expect me to beg?” he retorted hotly. “Me? Did you seriously whack your head or something? Have you forgotten who I am?”

      D'Enfer bent down and pressed her sugar smirk to his exposed ear. “And have you forgotten who I am? Do you forget your situation, Signor Cortex? You deny me this single request and I deny you everything.” She could feel his need. He was sweating and trembling for her, eager as a rutting steed. “I’ll take my leave for the night and you can make do with your hand and that famed imagination, knowing they’ll never suffice. Or you can indulge me in and I promise I’ll make you see sparks.”

      He paused. “And how can I trust you?”

      She chuckled. “Oh baby, haven’t you learned anything? You can’t. You just have to take my word.”

      His phallus spasmed when her tongue slipped from between those full lips, lips now devoid of their glittering paint, to trace the inner folds of his ear. He heard her breathe in delight, knowing he was crossly, quietly, conceding. “Then do with me what you will. I don’t care anymore. Just... don’t leave me in this humiliating state.”

      “Say please.”

      Neo turned his head and met her languid gaze. Their lips brushed and she saw in those dark orbs that same bitter detestation that hadn’t left this entire time. “I’m flippin’ begging you as it is. Don’t push your luck.”

      All slowness was abandoned now, all delicious subtlety and pretence. D’Enfer kissed him with raw savagery, groaning into his mouth and closed her eyes, pleased with his compliance. She was met with mardy reluctance but he didn’t turn away. He wrung his hands once again in his bonds, no doubt testing for the umpteenth time her tail’s hold, and remained still. Nothing mattered to her but the hardness that lunged in and out of her moist hole, feeling his public bone thrusting against her sensitised clitoris, the ripple of her backside with each spine-shuddering jolt. Oh dear god—! The hollowness his stunted size left inside her caused her desire to spark back into life.

      Unable to stop himself, Neo finally surrendered, moaning and returning her kiss, his lips ingniting beneath hers with abrupt avidity. D’Enfer smirked against him, forcing her tongue against his as he pushed it against her mouth, parting her lips willingly like a blossom for a bee to allow him entry. Her thumb and forefinger located a nipple beneath the damp, ebony material of his shirt. She pinched hard, earning her a guttural murmur. He was getting close, his rigid prick swollen to double its girth as if set to detonate.

      “Don’t stop,” he panted hoarsely, voice leaden with huskiness. “Don’t stop. You promised. Oh sweet churros, you promised...”

      D’Enfer twined his beard around the fingers of her right hand and yanked him up against her mouth. “Si. And I keep my promises, papà.”

      Relinquishing her hold on his arms, D'Enfer released him, knowing the risk of him fighting back. But to her triumphant elation he immediately grabbed her hips in his clammy palms and drew her up and down on his loins. He was too far gone, too consumed by his upcoming orgasm to resist her. She sat upright, using the strength of her long legs to support her weight. She whimpered as he caught the rhythem, his hips pumped beneath her, gratifying her until she sobbed with unrestrained lust. Her second orgasm hit her like a truck. She climaxed in a series of violent spasms, accompanied by cries that were almost screams, so intense was her arousal.

      Cortex's haggard face was contorted, his extensive brow awash with beads of saline sweat as he teetered on the brink of release.

      “Oh god—!” was all he managed to choked before D’Enfer felt the first spurt of fluid like a gunshot in her belly. It bathed her insides, boling hot and honey-like before it was followed by another, and another. She didn’t stop riding him.
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