Apex

I didn't write this.

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> Hawkmoth's butterfly window spirals open one young evening, and the flood of moonlight sends his white spring butterflies fluttering about the chamber.
"What's this I sense? A sadistic predator on the prowl for young prey. A more vile sort than I'm used to, but a suitable vessel for my Akuma."
> One of them lands on his outstretched hand, and blackens as he pours his power into it, carefully selecting the abilities stored within its gossamer wings.
"Fly away, my little Akuma, and we'll see just how much darker this dark heart can be..."

> Meanwhile, Marinette sits alone on a bridge over the Seine, eating ice-cream out of a waffle fluke.
> Peach and mint. Andre may not have known that she was lovesick for Adrien specifically, but the ice-cream he served her gave her the same kind of flutter in her chest.
> Taking another spoonful, she sighs deeply, making Tikki's head pop up from her hiding place in Marinette's collar.
"Don't beat yourself up over it, Marinette. You'll get that confession right one day."
> She shoved the spoon into her mouth and let it sit between her teeth.
"I don't know how you can be so optimistic about that, Tikki."
> She pats the tiny god on her head and offers her a scoop of the peach ice-cream.
"But I appreciate you trying to cheer me up."
"Aw, what are friends for?"

> Before she could properly respond, A black and blonde streak went flying past her chair, crashing back-first into the railing beside her
> Double-taking at the figure crumpled against the iron bars, Marinette felt her chest grow cold as she recognized him (though perhaps that was the ice-cream).
"Chat Noir? What are you doing here?"
> The superhero stumbled to his feet, unclipping the baton from his belt.
"Stand back, Marinette. This one's a real toughie."
"Honestly, I'm flattered, dude."
> Crouching on the opposite railing, with what looked like a fistful of large knives in each hand, was the familiar, gaudy form of an Akuma. This one wore mostly black-- just a t-shirt, hoodie and jeans-- but it was heavily accented with luminous purple lines. His catlike eyes glowed from beneath his hood, and his sharp teeth seemed to catch the moonlight no matter what angle his head was at, a permanent grin shining out at her.

"More importantly, you know this cutie? Wouldn't mind getting my fangs into her..."
> He pounced, and Chat's baton extended into a staff, catching the villain in mid-air for a moment.
>No sooner had he done that, though, than the villain had planted his feet on the hero's chest, gripped the bar with both hands, and jumped back, wrenching the staff away with an uncomfortable crunching sound.
> As he twirled the collapsing weapon in his hand, Marinette got a better look at it. He wasn't holding knives, but rather: his fingers each extended into a big serrated talon, each blade glowing that same eerie purple.
"Real versatile, this thingy, but it's not going to do you much good--"
> He tossed it over his shoulder and into the river below.
"--anymore."
> He stepped forward and a ring of purple formed in his other hand. A few sharp swings with it and Chat Noir was taped to the fence by long strips of glowing purple duct-tape.
> As he turned back to Marinette and found her watching, petrified.
> The grin widened.

"Now, where have I seen you before..."
> His claws retracted and he tapped his finger against his chin.
"The bakery, that's it! You're that little cutie I saw rush out of the Dupain-Cheng's this morning! What a lucky night for me, huh?"
> He swiped his roll of tape again and Marinette was bound around the wrists and ankles in an instant.
"Now how about we..."
> He paused as a buttefly-shaped mask of light formed over his face. Marinette felt a mix of dread and relief as she realized Hawkmoth was no doubt haranguing him for Chat Noir's Miraculous.


"Eyes on the prize, Apex. You can toy with little Marinette once you've got a hold of Chat Noir's ring."
> The villain groaned.
"Shit, right. Stay put for me, sugar. I've got to deliver on my deal with the big man."
> Stepping over to Chat Noir, he reached for the ring.

"CATACLYSM!"

> Immediately, Apex's hand recoiled and he scowled darkly.
"Youuuuu mangy fuck!"
> The light-mask returned, and his eyes narrowed.
"This is fine. He'll time out in five minutes, and then you can take the ring without a fight."
"Feh. You're the boss."
> He looks back to Chat with a sneer, and swipes the roll over his mouth, sealing the hero's lips.
"Shoulda led with that, really. But now that I've got time to kill..."

> Apex turned back to see Marinette trying to hop away and laughed.
> He lashed out with the tape and a strip of it shot out like rope, tagging her and yanking her into his arms, wrapping her torso as it did.
> Grabbing her face, he gave her an appraising look and tilted her headside to side.
"God, you're cute. Let's have a little fun..."

> Moments later, Marinette's hands were stuck to the railing at her sides, and Apex had wound a strip around her throat.
"That should keep you under control, but leave your mouth... available."
> Marinette shuddered at the implication, but kept up a brave face. She wasn't going to give this predator the satisfaction of her acting like prey.
> To her surprise, he opened with a kiss-- deep, tongue-filled and violating. His lips were rough and his teeth were sharp.
> When he pulled off of her, she gasped involuntarily.
"Moan for me."
> Despite her intentions of staying brave, a soft, wanton moan slipped out.
What? Why am I doing what he said? What's going on?
"Louder!"
> She did, and his eyes matched his smile
"Now tell me you wanna suck my cock."
What?
"I wanna suck your cock."
WHAT!?
> With a dark chuckle, he hopped up on the fence above her, anchoring himself with a set of claws, and undid his zipper.

> There was a soft, meaty *thwack* as his cock landed on her face.
> Marinette had seen her fair share of dicks-- she was a teenage girl, she had her needs and her parents didn't exactly monitor her internet usage-- and this man was big. Pornstar big.
> She shivered a little at the thick, warm thing twitching and hardening against her face-- covering one eye and resting against her nose. The head of it was a dark purple and it smelled like sweat.
"Lick it."
> She did, over and over, long wet strokes, and he made a deep sound in his throat, like a growl.
> Once she'd drooled and slobbered all over it, he tilted her head back and opened her mouth with his hand.
"Breathe deep and open up."
> Not that he gave her time-- his cock was being forced into her throat halfway through her breath, and it was all she could to to widen her throat, gagging and choking as he slid himself inside her with an ease she knew was unrealistic.

> To think Hawkmoth would hook a man up with sex powers. Then again, some freaks on the internet were really into the stuff that had happened with Reflecta.
> Eagerly, he began thrusting into her throat, fucking her mouth and making her neck strain against the tape as it made her esophagus spasm and twitch with his cock.
"Good girl."
> She shivered again at his praise, and felt her skin flush.
"You like that? You like when I call you a good girl?"
> She tried to make some kind of noise but only ended up widening her throat further, resulting in her nose getting pressed to his abdomen as he delved deeper, before pulling out with a long, wet noise.
> Hopping down, he cut her hands free with his claws and spun her around, bending her over the bench she had been eating ice-cream on just minutes ago.
> Glancing to the side, she saw Chat Noir wasn't looking at her. Thank god. She couldn't stand to let Chat Noir see her-- either side of her-- like this.

> Taping her hands down again, he split her pants down the middle with his claws, making her squeak.
> Then he retracted his claws and stuck a few fingers into her pussy, working them back and forth as it moistened against her will.
"God you're going to be tight. No hymen, but I'm willing to bet you're a virgin. No girl with a cock on demand would be out here by herself unless..."
> She whimpered, and a harsh laugh leapt out of his throat.
"Unless you were hoping for someone like me to come along. Someone to bend you over, take you right here? A little slut in the making, eh? Deviant little debutante, eager to get fucked?"
> She shook her head-- she could do that much-- but he laughed at the gesture.
> "Honestly, why bother denying it? You're clearly loving this as much as I am, or else you wouldn't be so wet. You want my cock? You wanna get fucked?"
> This time she was compelled to shake her head, and her voice was trembling and tearful.
"No, no, please don't fuck me with your big, supervillain cock!"
> On the inside, though, she was rolling her eyes.
Jesus, at least try for some REALISTIC dialogue.

> Then he started shoving himself inside her and her mind went black.
> Her brain was on fire, his cock was filling her like a toy meant just for her-- she was getting fucked by this-- this superpowered rapist!
> As he hilted himself in her pussy, she felt the head of his cock pushing against her cervix, and despite the pain, her insides were burning up with unwanted pleasure.
> His hand wrapped itself around her throat and squeezed.
> He cut the tape choker away from her neck with a talon.
> He leaned in and whispered in her ear--

"Now scream for me."

> She did. She screamed hard and loud and with every bit of air in her lungs. She was screaming for her life, and it had nothing to do with his powers. His every thrust made her squirm and twitch and scream.
> It was pure, wrathful slam-fucking-- he didn't care if she screamed or cried or swore or bled or came-- anything she did would only be fuel to the fire.

> She did it all.
> She didn't have a choice.

> His hands alternated between morphing into claws to cut up her clothes, and just tearing them off the old-fashioned way. Pretty soon the cute outfit she loved wearing was just tatters hanging of her cold, shaking frame as Apex pounded her.
> He kept growling dirty appraisals in her ears, calling her a 'good girl' and a 'little slut' within seconds of each other, until eventually it all blended into 'good little slut'
> Tears and drool ran down her cheeks and chin, dripping onto the bridge below her, and she felt another spike of magically-induced pleasure wrack her body, a forced orgasm building inside her.
> She begged him not to, almost incoherently, sobbing and gasping as she begged him not to make her cum again, but he did.
> And after what felt like MUCH more than five minutes, he came too.
> It was like someone had emptied a bottle of spunk the size of her head into her pussy, because she felt the hot, thick stuff fill her up and flow out.
> He severed the tape one last time and let her slide to the ground, her pussy pouring luminous purple cum onto the slatted floor. It was dripping into the river below.

> She didn't have enough energy to move, so when he tilted her head up to look at him and gave her one last sloppy kiss, she didn't fight or scream or even think. She just laid there, letting him.
> Apex tucked his cock back into his pants and ruffled her hair.
"I had fun, slut, but I've gotta take kitty-cat's ring and go. Take a plan B when you make it home-- neither of us actually wants you pregnant with my bastard."
> He laughed at his own joke as he plucked the ring off of Chat's finger. He'd detransformed, but all she could comprehend were his green eyes looking at her sadly as her body succumbed to the wear of the ordeal.
> He spoke hoarsely to her in a voice she knew, choked with some bitter emotion she couldn't understand.
"I'm sorry, Marinette."
> The afterglow of her uncountable orgasms wrapped around her, and despite the cold night she felt so warm inside.
> Her eyes fluttered shut, and an absent giggle escaped her lips as she lost consciousness.