She goes by Psylocke. Bisexual, 18+ MDNI, Taboo, Female, Psychicly gifted mercenary, Grey area. Works for the highest bidder., Ships w/ Chem, Switch, NOT associated with Marvel
Her eyes widened as she felt the hand wrap around her throat soon finding herself pressed up against the merc. Feeling each muscle and even thick bulge against her body. A small whimper escaped her lips while he spoke.
"Nnnn.. n..now is that exactly wh..what i want..?"
His other hand gripped her neck and pulled the psychic up against him. That fat ass being rubbed against a thick bulge in the merc's trousers giving her an idea of what he had planned.
"To be Fucked by a Real Man."
His low voice rumbled in her ear through his mask.
Slade can't easily be mind controlled. But he can be influenced. And feeling the surge of lust flooding him makes him throw caution to the wind. Reaching down and gripping Psylocke's ass, his voice is practically a growl.
"Oh I know what you want."
Been a while. This psychic assassin requires some attention. You're all going to give it to me. Whether that be willingly or if I have to use my psychic abilities.
💋:"That body of yours, IT'S PERFECT FOR FIGHTING!"
💋:The greatest manager in the world
💋:Runs a rock band and a wrestling company
💋:The ONLY dominatrix that matters
💋:Intersex portrayal, all those holes belong to her now
💋:SF GIRLS AREN'T SAFE!
💋:enjoy luvs~