Xantria Seduces The Phantom Futa by Sweet Slumber
Xantria created and owned by Sweet Slumber
Story by Rexxon
Art by Sweet Slumber
The Phantom Futa leaned against the long window that curved along one side of the submerged craft. Outside, the frigid waters of the arctic greeted her while up above lay a thick sheet of pale-blue ice that let only a scant few rays of light filter down. It was impossibly quiet here, at the bottom of the world. So far from the familiar noises and tumult of the big city, the superheroine felt distinctly out of place. An intruder in a place she really shouldn’t be.
Her thoughts were interrupted when her eye caught sight of a darkened silhouette reflected in the pane of transparent crystal.
“Don’t be a stranger,” she called out with a soft smile. She waggled a gloved finger in a beckoning motion. The shadowy figure stepped into the illumination offered by the window. A tall female form was revealed, easily a head taller than the Phantom Futa. Two braids of deep red hair framed her face while the rest was bound up in a long ponytail, held in place by a golden band. A strange sort of crown of gold and black enamel sat atop a noble brow, just above two inquisitive eyes that glowed faintly in the same ice-blue as the glaciers outside.
The Phantom Futa inspected her companion’s form for what felt like the thousandth time. Her eyes swept downward towards full breasts capped with pale blue areolae that bounced ever-so-slightly as their owner walked, as though advertising their firmness. The rest of her body resembled a Greek statue, with skin the pale-white of pure marble and musculature to match. Her arms and legs were thick and strong while her abdominals were sharply defined. Her trim midsection widened around muscled hips. Swinging between her shapely thighs was a fleshy shaft, as pale-white as the rest of her. It was covered in a weave of veins and capped by a bright blue head, while beneath a pair of balls dangled like ripe fruits.
“I did not wish to interrupt you,” the figure replied, her voice soft but strong.
“No need to worry Xantria. I’m just a guest after all.” The Phantom Futa reassured, before turning back to the window. “It’s so quiet here. And cold.” She added with a shiver.
“It is peaceful here,” Xantria agreed with a shrug as she stood alongside the shorter woman. After a moment of silence, the alien woman reached out to grasp the Phantom Futa’s hand and raised it to her lips.
“However. At this moment. I would much rather. Enjoy. The company. Than the view.” She punctuated each sentence with a soft but insistent kiss, slowly moving from the Phantom Futa’s hand, up along her muscled arm and along the nape of her neck. Xantria moved behind the heroine and pulled her close. The heroine’s eyebrow rose as she felt something very warm and very hard press against her behind.
“Mmm, again?” the Phantom Futa purred as she leaned back, feeling the soft mounds of her lover’s breasts cushion her body. “That’s the fifth time tonight” she noted, though her voice was more amused than critical. Indeed her own cock was becoming erect, stiffening rapidly with anticipation.
“As you said. It is very cold here.” Xantria joked. Her hands began to roam along the Phantom Futa’s sides, hovering just off the surface of her skin. The tiny droplets of sweat that had formed across the heroine’s body began to run in thin rivulets, pulled into motion by the alien warrior’s power.
The Phantom gave a throaty moan as the beads of water rolled across her, leaving a web of glistening trails across her body. They tickled at her hardened nubs, wound around her abdominals and into the thin dip of her navel, and circled in twisting paths along the length of her shaft. They danced and teased over the glans, veins bulging visibly as blood pounded into her erection.
Xantria’s own erection hung like an iron rod from her crotch. She rubbed it in between the Phantom Futa’s cheeks, letting her lover feel the heat of her cock. Soon both were panting heavily, flushed with urgent need. At last Xantria could not wait any longer and with well-practiced ease, she slipped the fat mushroom head of her cock into the Phantom Futa’s pucked hole.
The heroine sucked through her teeth, feeling her ass spread wide as she was penetrated by her lover’s thick shaft. With agonizing slowness, Xantria pushed and slipped her entire length inside. She gasped as the muscles of the Phantom’s passage gripped her cock. The Phantom groaned in turn began working her hips back and forth, signaling her eagerness for more. Struggling to focus herself, Xantria called on her power once again and this time focused it towards the dripping folds of the Phantom’s womanhood. Fat drops of pussy juice rolled down her labia and then into her asshole, turning the taut hole into a slick, inviting channel.
Xantria now slid easily into her lover’s hole, pushing and pulling with increasing speed. With each thrust came a chorus of wet slurping noises, and her balls began to slap wetly against the Phantom’s own cum-swollen sack. The Phantom began to clench her muscles in time with Xantria’s pistoning, squeezing the cock plunging into her with long milking motions. The heroine’s own shaft flopped about wildly, tossed this way and that by Xantria’s pounding.
The alien woman gritted her teeth and shoved harder and harder, feeling herself draw closer to release. She turned her head, planting wet, sloppy kisses along the Phantom Futa’s jawline, urgently signaling that she was ready to erupt. With one last shove, she buried her cock to the balls. Her penis pulsed and a torrent of hot fluids flooded the Phantom Futa’s ass, a geyser of cum filling her every nook and cranny and spilling out in gooey jets that sprayed out around Xantria’s cockmeat. The Phantom Futa felt her ballsack tighten and knew her own climax was imminent. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she gave an open-mouthed scream of ecstasy. She came a moment later, loosing thick ropey strands of jizz that splattered noisily to the floor.
The two lovers, exhausted and spent collapsed in a heap on the floor, panting heavily and covered in a mix of sweat and cum. Panting heavily, the Phantom Futa struggled to catch her breath. With a delirious smile of satisfaction, she tilted her face towards her lover.
“Well,” she said. “I’m not cold anymore.”