Incredibles Hentai – First encounter

The sun had just begun to set, casting an orange glow across the tranquil cityscape. Yet, nestled within a nondescript apartment, a sinister plot was about to unfold. Unbeknownst to the world, the buxom and beloved superhero Elastigirl had been secretly seduced by the nefarious Syndrome, her arch-nemesis. Little did the public know, their “rivalry” was merely a charade, a facade to conceal their secret, forbidden affair.

As the little orange light flickered on at the top of Syndrome’s lair, illuminating her damp, masked face, Elastigirl sighed with relief, remorseful yet aroused by her own iniquity. The masked lover approached, reaching out to gaze upon her curves, tracing his fingers along the crease of her halter top, revealing her bountiful breasts as he slowly unfastened it.

“Well, well, my dear madam. Aren’t you a picture of temptation?” His voice was a deep, silky drawl, filling the dimly lit room with his dark flirtation.

Elastigirl’s voice fluttered as he caressed her exposed torso, and her nipples perked in response to his touch. “Oh, Syndrome, you don’t play fair, do you? I never stand a chance against your… charms.” She gazed into his eyes, a mix of longing and shame washing over her.

Syndrome grinned and brought a hand to her cheek, his fingers gently forcing her head up to face him. His tongue glided along the inside of her mask as he whispered, “And I don’t intend to start now.” With a swift motion, he prompted Elastigirl to take his throbbing member into her mouth.

With a gasp, she accepted the daunting task, working her tongue along his shaft as he held her head still. Her mercenary lover moaned with pleasure as she deep-throated him, her head bobbing up and down in rhythm. “That’s it, my dear… just like that.” His hands stroked her silky locks affectionately as she serviced him orally.

Suddenly, Mr. Incredible’s voice echoed through the airwaves, alerting Elastigirl to danger. She quickly dismissed the call, feigning a technical malfunction, and turned back to her secret lover. “Looks like you’ll have to wait, big boy.” She flashed him a coy smile and squeezed his bulging erection, disappointed by the interruption to their illicit love-making.

Syndrome grasped her wrist and guided her hand further up his body, groaning as she gently fondled him. “Don’t worry, my pet… We have all night.” He smirked with sinister delight as he forced her palm to his throbbing loins. It was evident by his bulging crotch that he had no intention of being upstaged by her husband, not when he was moments away from looking his paramount in the eyes and bringing her to the peak of pleasure.

Elastigirl’s shapely body shuddered at the thought of denying her mate once more as she gazed upon his pulsing manhood. Syndrome’s eyes sparkled with ravenous lust and promise of ecstasy to come as he gazes upon her quivering form. He knew he could have her, anytime, any place, any way he wanted. After all, “No capes – or any other silly little decorations” she’d once proclaimed, the irony being, fidelity had always been her shortest-lived of superpowers.

And so, relevant to this pornographic parodical premise, we’ll just rewind a bit and elaborate on the first time Elastigirl and Syndrome engaged in this secret and sordid affair. The two rival superheroes/spy heroes had been in doggedly playful conflict for as long as anyone could remember. Always at odds, always one-upping each other… One of the many reasons Syndrome hated her.

But it is one thing to have public conflict and disdain – it is another thing entirely to engage in secret, sexual conflict… namely in the form of sexual espionage, which they actually began. Sydrome always did prefer the more private battles. Under the cover of night, she’d sneak into his rather solitary lair, a secret den of depravity. In retrospect, it seemed so silly – an affordable facade.

There she’d find him, slumped over a desk, completely unaware that she was there. That is, until she slowly moved her hands up his shoulders and whispered, “I think it’s time you stopped playing second fiddle,” with her trademark elasticity. He shook with pleasure, seating himself for his gratification.

With expert technique, she took him fully into her mouth, his shaft throbbing against her lips. She knew that her flexible tongue would be his undoing. With her hands she fondled his full balls, lapping up every drop of his salty sweat then thrusting him in as far as she could without gagging.

He gasped in shock but quickly regained his composure. “Elastigirl, what on earth -” Her question was halted by her covering his mouth. She quickly unhooked her top pants, revealing her perfect breasts and tiny pink nipples. He feasted his eyes before devouring her breasts, suckling and licking every inch of her expectant flesh.

Though they were eager, neither were capable of taking a night to savor each other. All too soon, she grabbed him once again, moving him to the floor. She lowered her dripping flower to his straining cock, gasping as she felt every glorious inch plunge into her expectant womb. She moved furiously, her administrative prime number swallowed him – up, urging him deeper until he tired. When she finally released onto him? There was nothing but ecstasy.

In the waning candlelight hours they continued – mouth, womb, hands and legs intertwined always moving in a frantic display of lust and power. He’d gripped her shaking in his hands as if he could squeeze her orgasum from her delectable breasts.

It was only private battles with her lover that he wanted now. Elastigirl always has been more to him than his opponent; she is his partner is crime and vice versa. She loves watching the power and pleasure ignite in his eyes as they make love, making sure she is his sole focus. Sometimes life is filled with such wonderful surprises – even the little ones that makes us swoon. She is his forever namesake, and the beginning of his undoing.