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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Thoughts tumbled chaotically through Shego’s head.

It had been so simple. A month of nonstop heavy training that would have trashed anyone else’s body to the point of hospitalization, coupled with the same level of extreme combat practice with the six Synthodrones she had “borrowed” from Drakken, had put her back at the top of her game, completely rust-free. After that it was time to take back control. First to curbstomp little Kimmie, then go round two with the company bitch for more of the same—never mind the fact that the older woman was the bigger threat; with Kimmie it was personal. She had come after her, not the other way around, and that made all the difference in the world to Shego. A lesson needed to be taught.

So Shego had struck without mercy and with cold methodology. No more games, no quips, and no hesitation; total focus on getting the job done.

Except you didn’t…

She’d torn into the girl systematically and methodically, wearing her down, slowly but surely proving once and for all that she always had been and always would be better than her. That you couldn’t try and fucking kill her without paying a price!

Except you didn’t…

Everything was going perfectly according to plan. And then, with a simple fall, everything changed.

Those eyes…

At first Shego hadn’t even noticed the difference in how Kim was moving against her, her focus swept up in the struggle that she had inexplicably started losing. Then, when she did, it was like a kick in the head; it couldn’t be what she thought it was. Except it was. There was no mistaking that motion, that rhythm, that pressing against her. Her focus crumbled under shock and confusion.

I! Don’t! Want! You!

Want want?

Those eyes…

Shego’s mind was aswirl. She could barely think straight. A second later, even that meager sanity left her as she felt her hips rise up to meet Kim’s, felt herself move back against her.

This can’t be happening…

But it was.

Those eyes…

Shego had no control over herself. Her body was caught up in the unreal moment and moved with a mind of its own, excitement rising against her will. All she could see were those soft green eyes staring down at her, that young face, still strong and beautiful despite the limp hair and sweat. All she could smell was a light mix of heady musk and herbal shampoo. All she could feel were the shivering strokes of those hard nipples brushing across her tightly clad breasts and the press press press against the dull “itch” of her fast hardening clit. She burned with a fire greater than that she could call with her power, and the whole of her world had shrunk to those eyes filling her vision.

When those eyes closed and moved away, Shego almost cried out from their loss, but as she drew breath, soft, firm lips pressed against hers, questing and insistent. It was like liquid silk and heat brushing across her mouth, and she could do nothing but part her full lips in response to the soft pressure and gentle pulling. Soon she was responding in kind, stroking and tugging those lips with her own, cold shivers of pleasure counterpoint to the warm interplay.

Shego’s mouth slowly opened further and further in her rapture, until she felt Kim’s tongue slip between her lips and slide against her own, its slick velvet length calling forth cascading lances of pleasure in its curling wake. Where Kim’s lips had been endless satin warmth, this was like a white-hot bar of molten fire being poured into her, and Shego stood on the razor’s edge of insanity, teetering between what little awareness she had left and complete reckless abandon.

Shego’s reaction to that struggle was like a switch being thrown in her head—every surreal thing she had done up to that point came crashing back down on her consciousness like a collapsing house of cards, each moment piercing and cold with the vivid clarity it now carried. And with that clarity came complete and utterly overwhelming panic.

What the hell am I doing? Shego screamed in her head, huge fingers of ice sliding into her chest and twisting tightly around her heart. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. The world seemed to shrink down around her, and every inch of her skin tightened with the weight of that crushing force.

With an incoherent shout, Shego yanked her arms down from Kim’s now lax grip and grabbed the girl’s hips and chest with desperate strength, lifting and hurling her off to the side as if she weighed nothing. Oblivious to Kim’s startled cry, Shego rolled away from her and scrambled along on all fours for nearly fifteen feet before finally getting her feet under her and lurching into a dead run towards her still-idling bike.

Got to get out of here!

The imperative resounded in Shego’s skull over and over again, a primal flight response she couldn’t deny, but behind it another vision loomed almost as large, hammering into her.

Those eyes…

Shego stumbled at the embankment and went down on all fours again, clawing her way up the hill as fast as she could stumble before finally reaching the asphalt and her hiccupping motorcycle.

“Shego!” Kim cried out behind her, but Shego heard nothing except the drive in her head, rising incessantly from the images hounding her.

Go! Go! Go!

So soft and warm…

Shego wrenched her bike upright and hurled herself on top of it, yanking the throttle back before her feet had even hit the pegs, holding on with sheer arm strength until they did. The powerful machine burned rubber for a second before gripping the asphalt and shooting forward, its screaming roar drowning out another shout from Kim as the front wheel shot up into the air from the force of the start.

Get away!

Shego’s panic continued to tear into her as she struggled to manage the careening bike, but finally she was able to get the machine back on two wheels, and she sped down the highway at top speed under at least a semblance of control, her long dark hair steaming out behind her like a banner. But the growing distance between her and Kim offered no respite; the demons were in her head, harrying and hounding her relentlessly.

This isn’t happening.

It is…

It can’t be.

It is…

I! Don’t! Want! You!

Want want?

Those eyes…

But I can’t—

You can!

I didn’t—

You did!

I don’t—

You do!

Desperate, Shego tried to force her mind away from what had happened.

No, she tried to kill me, and I was there to punish her for that. That’s all!

Heat from a firm young body pressed against her.

Then why did you hold back?

I didn’t!

The stroke of a hard nipple across her breast…

You did! After those first few times you fought her you always have! Even now!

Strands of red hair plastered to sweat-slick skin.

I don’t! I mean… I did… then… it was just a way to have some fun! But I didn’t now damnit! Every waking moment for the last month I’ve been preparing for this! She tried to fucking kill me! And I. Did. Not. Hold. Back!

Hot breath on her face…

Then why didn’t you just blast her from behind while she was unaware and going sixty-five miles an hour? Why didn’t you fill the field with fire and shrapnel until there was nowhere left to run? Why not a shoulder-launched missile through her window in the middle of the night? Or a Barrett sniper rifle from a half-mile out? The cold, logical part of Shego’s mind hammered away relentlessly at her denial.

A soft musky scent filling her head…

Beat her! Shego responded to herself frantically. I had to beat her! It wasn’t just eliminating a threat! I had to show her that she couldn’t do that to me!

Sweet, silky lips moving in tandem with hers.

Why?

The rocking press of hips grinding down against her own rising countermotion.

I… I… trusted her…

A slick velvet tongue writhing against hers…

Trusted your enemy?

Soft, fern-green eyes, so deep and warm you could lose yourself in them forever.

Those eyes!

Shego moaned softly in the back of her throat in absolute dread over the visions accompanying her twisting thoughts; images and sensations that she could not shake off no matter how hard she cast about for something, anything else to think of. A second moan blossomed into an agonized cry as Shego finally noticed what was—still—happening to her.

The wind whipping around her from her frantic flight was ice-cold on her sweat-soaked costume, but her body radiated a feverish heat that defied its chill. Her breasts tingled with excitement as her hard nipples dug into the tight fabric of her suit. Between her legs, a warm, slick wetness had spread out to soak her crotch with something other than sweat, while her clit screamed with painful hardness, throbbing in time to her pounding heartbeat. And all the while, vibration thrummed up into her inner thighs, ran tingling across her sensitive nether regions, and pulsed against her hardness, relentless, combining with her fevered visions to push her closer and closer to climax.

The very machine that was carrying her away from her dread was combining with her body and disjoined thoughts to betray her. And there was nothing she could do about it—she had to get away.

A distraction. Something. Anything. Shego swerved and, with suicidal abandon, jumped her bike at close to a hundred and sixty miles an hour across the broad field divider that separated traffic directions on the highway, landing in the middle of light oncoming traffic. She was lucky. The bike didn’t self-destruct on landing. She managed to keep upright and in control as it skidded and hopped along—despite the distraction the jarring impacts to her lower body caused. And she didn’t hit anything while she was fighting it for control.

Tearing into the oncoming traffic, Shego’s insane speed made up for the lack of vehicles she had to avoid, and she was quickly darting back and forth to keep from being destroyed by a head-on collision.

It wasn’t enough.

Even with the effort, her mind still had time to slip visions of what she had done with Kimmie—Shego ground her teeth together hard as she mentally reverted to her pet name for the girl—into her thoughts, and it wasn’t sufficient work to let her ignore the machine coaxing her along the road to orgasm with its powerful engine either.

Shego bit her lip as tears began to stream back from the corners of her eyes and into her hair. She couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop it. She had to get away. She couldn’t get away.

When she came, it was savage in its intensity—as if her body was punishing her for fighting it for so long. Shego threw back her head and screamed out a long banshee wail of denial as the lance of pleasure thrust up from between her legs, impaling her brain over and over again, while her twitching, uncontrolled hips ground her groin hard against the frame beneath her.

Shuddering and moaning deeply, Shego’s tears continued to flow freely as she wove through traffic, speeding farther and farther away from Middleton…
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