hank/fatale story
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Carol Danvers



Greetings and salutations,

This is my first attempt at an erotic fan-fiction. I would apprectiate
any and all comments. McCoy and Fatale are the property of Marvel.
Contains sex scenes of mostly-consensual sex and mild bondage.

Sincerest thanks to my husband Stephen, who assisted me with certain
scenes.

Carol Danvers


          Kunoiichi

"Idiot!"

Fatale spun around on one foot and kicked the offending tackling dummy.
Its head separated from its body and went careening into the wall.

"Who the HELL does he think he is?!" A punch to the crotch broke the
dummy in half and sent the torso soaring to join the head.

Some well -placed kicks later and the dummy had been utterly
annihilated. The young assassin then proceeded to assault the other
three dummies.

This was almost too easy, she told herself. McCoy was going to expand
his repertoire of training techniques if he wanted her to become his
personal bodyguard.

And his transportation, she thought resentfully. Since the day her
mutant powers emerged, he had done nothing but experiment to see how
they could be augmented to benefit him.

Fatale’s gaze turned upward,  "I am not your lackey or your slave, do
you hear me?!" she told the unseen observer. "I am weary of living my
life in accordance to your whims!"

With that, she stalked off towards the shower.

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So, the native was getting restless, was she? It was past time he dealt
with this situation. It was not like when she was a child and in awe of
"First One." No, she had matured and developed a mind of her own and a
rebellious sprit. Unfortunate.

With her emerging abilities, it would be nearly impossible to dominate
her. He now would have to find new methods to bend her to his will.

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The  hot bath water was ecstasy for her sore muscles. She soaped up her
loofah and began cleansing herself.
Her thoughts wandered as she covered her lithe young body in lather. It
was not all bad working for McCoy.  He was actually quite attractive in
a savage sort of way. His movements were athletic and supple; his
muscular body moved with feline grace.
 Fatale’s hand absently moved between her legs as she thought of her
"employer". She wondered how his gray fur would feel against her bare
breasts. She began to fantasize about his strong arms wrapped around
her, his firm, masculine lips kissing and caressing her; his sharp
canines nibbling at her flesh.
She inserted two fingers into her vagina and began stroking herself,
moving faster and faster as her fire increased. A shudder racked her
body as she climaxed.

"Oh….McCoy," she sighed softly.
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So, his little pet nursed a secret passion did she? Well, that changed
everything. Controlling her would not be difficult now.
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"Fatale? Please  to my quarters. Immediately."
The intercom system brought the young woman crashing down into reality.
"But I need to-"
"That was not a request."
She growled with frustration. Well, he did say immediately. Therefore,
he would get what he commanded.
"You called?"
Fatale appeared nude in McCoy’s quarters, not even bothering to dry off.
Let’s see what he thinks of this, she thought.
To her consternation, her employer lay on his bed similarly disrobed.
Her eyes wandered down to his penis of their own volition , which was
laying on his thigh as if asleep.
He caught her staring at his body and smiled knowingly.  He stood up and
approached her, gently turning her so that she now had her back to the
bed.
He stood in front of her and began to fondle her breasts. "You know, my
dear, I have been somewhat remiss in expressing my gratitude for your
services. Loyalty such as yours deserves a fitting reward." With that,
he pushed her onto  the bed and held her there with one hand.
 He reached down and pulled out a metallic object from under the bed.
She recognized it as being a dildo.
McCoy stimulated her clitoris with one hand and began to insert the
device into her with the other. "Listen carefully, my dear. Do not move
or speak unless I mandate it. Do you understand?"
Unable to speak from shock and pleasure, Fatale nodded.
"Good girl," he replied and began thrusting the device in and out of
her.
She gritted her teeth to prevent the cry of pleasure from escaping her
lips. She lived for the day McCoy would notice her and claim her for his
lover but this exquisite feeling demolished all her expectations.
She imagined the metallic object was indeed his own warm penis, moving
in and out of her welcoming orifice. Her hips began to buck in rhythm
with his thrusts and suddenly, her back arched and warm fluid flowed
over his hand.
He seemed pleased. "Good girl." He walked away for a moment a returned
with four scarves. McCoy tied her limbs to the bed and replaced the
dildo with a vibrator and turned it on. The humming sensation only
served to heighten the young woman’s pleasure as wave after wave of
orgasm washed over her. McCoy watched at first and then began thrusting
the vibrator in and out of her as he had with the dildo.
The pleasure proved more than she could take and she cried out for him
to cease.
McCoy shook his head.  "Not yet Fatale. You haven’t had enough."
Fatale knew she could teleport at any time to be free of this but she
was enjoying having him see her as desirable.
For his part McCoy found it nearly impossible to control himself much
longer. All of her involuntary moans and sighs had aroused him to a
point that was quite uncomfortable.
He untied her. "On all fours."
She nodded and complied her head facing the wall and her legs wide apart
for his inspection. He gently took the vibrator out, turned it off and
tossed it away. Was this the moment? Was he going to?
The sudden thrust of his penis inside caused her to cry out in pain and
delight. Her vaginal muscles tightened as she matched each of his
thrusts with her own.
McCoy tried to sustain the sensations but to no avail. His penis
expanded and exploded inside her, sending surge of sperm and semen deep
into her vagina. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.

It was several minutes before she dared speak. "M-McCoy.?"
He managed to find the air to answer her. "Yes?"
"Could we do this again sometime? Please?" Her voice was pleading.
He smiled in the semi-darkness. His plan had worked. "Of course, dear
Fatale, as long as you are a very good girl. Now leave me."
"Y-Yes, sir."
After she had departed he indulged himself in a luxuriant satisfied
stretch. He had discovered a way to keep his wayward servant in line and
discovered a way to "relieve" occasional tension.
What could be more convenient?