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The sight of a man and a woman both having somehow grown to well over a hundred feet tall and counting, nude, and now rather aggressively kissing one another was by now drawing quite a substantial amount of attention from the section of the city that surrounded Franziska and Phoenix's shipping yard position. That they were rapidly becoming the strangest pornographic event in world history didn't seem to occur to either of them, however.
(Why the hell... she's crazier than I ever gave her credit for...)
It was taking a constant effort on Phoenix's part not to let the aggression with which Franziska was crushing her lips to his knock him off-balance. He still didn't have the slightest clue of the explanation for anything behind this situation, but strangely he was finding that to be less and less of an issue he particularly cared about by the second. Getting a read on Franziska von Karma was next to impossible on a good day - like this, he didn't have a chance. So, casting aside any idea of trying to reason the situation out, he went with the flow instead.
Both hands now solidly pressed to the prosecutor's back, he held her closely to his chest, albeit taking some care not to just openly allow his erection to graze over her skin. He was unspeakably turned on for reasons he couldn't hope to guess, but he wasn't about to just let Franziska have the satisfaction of him just embarrassingly losing control and cumming immediately.
It was like she was fueled by her resentment toward him - there was no passion or really any kind of positivity in the way she was forcing her kiss on him, and it almost felt like her real goal was to "beat" him in a sense, pushing to overpower his resilience in the absence of her usual whip. Of course, right now, if she wanted aggression, he could return it...
Phoenix was barely even noticing how he and Franziska continued to grow, their ascent out of control.
Franziska let herself slide downward slightly, briefly pinching at Phoenix's upper lip with her teeth before letting it go. She was certain this man had a clear limit, and she was going to make him reach it and see what he would do once she pushed him off the ledge. Making him squirm and answer to her every demand - nothing else mattered now.
Sliding a hand down Phoenix's chest, she got a flinching reaction out of him by tracing her middle finger down his prominent shaft.
Recovering from the shock, Phoenix coolly let out a breath, and his eyes met hers with... to her surprise, a challenging expression. So that's how we're playing this, his eyes seemed to say. For a moment, she thought he might be so crassly bold as to try and shove his erection up between her thighs, but Phoenix surprised her again by instead making a circling move around to her back. Before she could react, his hands rose up her front to cup her bare breasts from below, and she shuddered as he pressed his face to the side of her neck.
Anger bubbled up inside her again for a moment, but she found herself pushing it down. Lifting a foot from the ground, a light feeling of rubble from the space her movements had devastated down below slipping from her toes, she brushed her leg up and down the side of his.
She felt... tired of this spot. A strange urge to leave the no longer even ankle-high features of the shipping yard behind drove her to pull away from Phoenix and grip one of his hands. She dragged him into motion, striding with purpose past the boundary of the shipping yard. That she was looking at the city in increasingly smaller miniature barely occurred to her, and she paid even less mind to the fact that she immediately crushed a car to scrap underfoot down on the tiny road somewhere as she left her industrial surroundings behind.
The crumpled remains of the vehicle on her sole fell away as she moved on. She had spotted an ideal area for what was floating in her mind.
Pushing Phoenix into sitting down on the roof of a building, Franziska smirked at seeing his eye level drop below hers. She wasted no time in lifting herself over him to ease her upper body on top of his, leaning into him. Phoenix's face was inevitably pushed into her chest, and he didn't resist.
While Phoenix was occupied with supporting her weight as she leaned onto him, Franziska surveyed the immediate area, her eyes lidded. There had to be something else... yes.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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