INVASION is back. We are starting with new character: Rogue. Grand Earth is close to the war...
We need heroes and informations. There's no space for traitors and deserters. One of the main outpost of is not answering. We need someone to check what happened. Rogue. But first she needs to deal with something else. Or should I say with someone?
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Story:
In the shadowy depths of an abandoned underground parking complex, where the air hangs heavy with the hum of distant vents and dripping water, a deserter hides. Luna Snow, once a loyal team member, now fleeing her past. But her past has a name: Rogue. A powerful, uncompromising mutant with a body that's a weapon in itself—those curves, that massive, irresistible ass capable of crushing enemies and desires alike.
Rogue has tracked her down, and now it's time for the choice. Return under her command... or be mercilessly smothered beneath her overwhelming rear. Luna Snow crawls across the grimy concrete floor, her blue-and-white suit smeared with dust and sweat. Her heart pounds as she hears the heavy footsteps behind her.
"AHH... What do you want?" she gasps, turning to see Rogue towering over her, hands on hips, a smirk promising pain and pleasure intertwined. Rogue laughs, her white-and-brown hair swirling like a storm. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you? The leadership knows everything about you... and they sent me." She lunges forward, her green-and-yellow skintight outfit straining over her thick thighs and ample breasts, pinning Luna to the ground in one fluid motion. Luna struggles, her icy powers attempting to freeze her assailant, but Rogue is too fast, too strong.
"Stop trying to touch me... I could break your tiny arm with two fingers. "Luna writhes, but Rogue presses down harder, straddling her like a conquered prize. Her enormous ass settles onto Luna's chest, the weight immense and unyielding. The heat radiates through the fabric, a mix of sweat and musk filling Luna's nostrils as she gasps for air. Rogue's scent is overpowering—an earthy, feminine aroma laced with the tang of exertion, intoxicating and humiliating all at once. "Choice is yours... Keep resisting and I will smother you with my juicy ass. Or admit your place under my leadership, and I will let you inhale fresh air."
Rogue leans in closer, her breath hot against Luna's face, while Luna chokes on the suffocating pressure, her lungs burning as Rogue's cheeks envelop her, the fabric damp and clinging, forcing her to breathe in that dominant, sweaty essence." And now... You're going to listen," Rogue whispers, her hand gripping Luna's throat tightly.
"Did you think you can just leave? Or I will break your pathetic neck and deal with your desertion." Luna tries to mumble, her body trembling under the crushing dominance, but Rogue only increases the pressure, grinding down with deliberate slowness. The facesitting intensifies—Rogue's full weight bearing down, her ass cheeks spreading to trap Luna's face in a vice of soft, unescapable flesh. The smell is everywhere now: a heady cocktail of Rogue's natural musk, sweat from the chase, and a hint of arousal that makes Luna's resistance falter. It's not just suffocation; it's total domination, Rogue's body claiming every breath, every sense, turning Luna's fight into desperate submission." Or would you rather be smothered by this perfect amazon ass? Mumble if you agree with my great option for your survival."
Luna's muffled sounds vibrate against Rogue's skin, her world reduced to darkness, heat, and that overwhelming scent that seeps into her mind, breaking her spirit. Rogue's dominance is absolute—she controls the air, the pain, the pleasure, her hips shifting just enough to tease relief before clamping down again, ensuring Luna feels every inch of her power. Luna surrenders, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and unwilling capitulation. "Someone as worthless as you should be glad I don't finish you off right here and now," Rogue continues, rising slightly but keeping Luna pinned. "And you are coming nowhere... You are only mine." But this is no end. "So... Where was I? Ah, I know... You and me. Us. You're going to help me." Rogue turns, her figure dominating the space entirely. "We have to find out what happened on one outpost."