Babe

"Babe"  by Marie

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in the following work of fiction. I am not making any money off of this fic.

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She was gorgeous. She possessed a face of an angel, with long black hair that hung thick and straight down her shoulders and a slender feminine frame. And breasts. Oh, her breasts were perfect... huge and generous, a double "D" cup size at least. She was perfect, gloriously naked, a dream in the flesh. And she was all for him. Her bedroom eyes were looking right at him as she whispered across the floor towards him.

Smirking, Michaelangelo laid back, sprawling out on the bed. He wanted her even before she reached him, he could feel himself hardening against the inside of his shell just at the sight of her. She smiled at him slightly, taking her time to carefully climb onto the bed beside him, to straddle him. He held his arms wide and she fell forwards into his arms. Her luscious lips fell against his neck, and she sucked gently at the leathery skin there, her delicate hands stroking his arms as she did so. He returned the favor, arching upwards to press his lips against her neck to kiss the skin there, his hands falling against her back.

She thrust against him gently, once, twice, as her mouth beat a hasty retreat to his shoulder. Her tongue gently explored the top of his plastron, then she made her way down his chest plates. He writhed against the soft covers of the bed, the sensation almost too much to bare as her mouth found his thighs and nipped at the quivering flesh lightly. She licked and played there for a moment, then looked up at him. Her eyes were questioning.

He gasped for breath, then grinned, reaching down and obediently pulling his dick and balls out from where they were tucked into his shell. She fell upon them almost immediately, her fingers stroking his cock gently and rhythmically.

"Ohhh... yeah babe..." he moaned, head falling back against the pillows.

She stopped her ministrations for a brief second to glance up at him. "Don’t call me babe," she intoned sweetly.

Jaw slack, Michaelangelo mustered up enough muscle control to nod briefly. Content, she returned to the task at hand. Silently Michaelangelo watched her out of hooded eyes as her perfectly manicured fingers moved up and down his throbbing shaft. It was only when her tongue darted out to touch the tip that his head fell back, mouth open in pleasure. She went down, then kissed her way back up his shaft, her talented tongue lapping at his dick like a candied treat. Finally she reached the tip again and enthusiastically engulfed it, taking him into her mouth. Michaelangelo let out and articulate moan and tossed his head to the side. His hands fell upon her shoulders and he held her there as she bobbed up and down on his cock. He nearly screamed when her hand carried up to toy with his balls. The doubled effect of her hand and mouth was almost too much to bare...

It wasn't long before he came, hard, little squeaking noises of ecstasy erupting from his throat as he thrust up into her mouth again and again. He didn't think to remove his hands, to let her move away if she didn't want to swallow.

He stilled, finally, his head falling back against the covers and his hands falling away from her shoulders. He lay there for a second, weary and spent, then propped his head up to see her as she rose from between his legs. He tried to smile at her, but the smile quickly faded away as his eyes met her angry ones. He watched as she ran a delicate wrist across her lips, wiping them.

"I told you not to do that," she said.

'Oops,' Michaelangelo thought. "Er... I'm sorry?" He tried.

She merely shook her head and made a hand motion for him to get up. "Nevermind. My turn," she said, her voice sharp.

Her voice was a little too sharp. The fantasy shattered and Michaelangelo's face fell as he took in who the woman really was. The dark hair and pale skin faded into something bald, green, and decidedly upset. "Aw..." He whined as he shuffled aside to make room for his companion to take his place. "Come on Raph..."

Raphael shook his head again, his dark eyes narrowed. "Nahuh, Mikey," He returned. "You know the rules. One for one." Smirking Raphael lay back on the covers where his brother had been only seconds previous and folded his hands behind his head. "Now get to work."

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