Kim Possible Porn Story: Honeymoon Hijinks Chapter 3

Honeymoon Hijinks: Chapter 3

I.

Ron frowned. When he had handed the bell hop his tip, the man had slipped him a folded piece of paper. Shutting the door, he began to open it, only to be halted by a low growl. He glanced up at his ‘bride’, motioning to Monique to be patient. He missed the increased frown, clenched teeth, and clenched fists.

The walls have ears, be realistic, honeymooner.

Wondering to himself what the note meant, Ron felt a sharp pain on his foot. Looking down, he realized a size 7 heel was grinding into his toe. Monique? He moaned.

Yeah, Monique. Mo’ snarled. Now… Her beginning rant was cut off by Ron’s large hand.

Ignoring the pain from a set of pearly white teeth currently clenched onto the fleshy part of his hand, Ron whispered. Not here. We’ll go outside. The teeth bit harder. Mo’, please, just trust me. Ron plead with tear filled eyes.

The teeth released. This better be good. Monique hissed.

Honey, why don’t you freshen up and we’ll go out for a bite to eat. I heard there was a very good cafe not too far from here. Ron said weakly.

Just give me a minute, lover, and I’m all yours. Monique replied, her loving voice disguising the threatening scowl she wore.

II.

Kim collapsed on her bed. What in the world was she thinking when she crushed on that sadistic tyrant? He wasn’t a pretty boy, he was a mad Barkin in a different body! Moaning with fatigue she fumbled in her dresser for her class ring. GJ had rendered the Kimmunicator unreliable for private conversations, but the ring she had kept from high school worked on a different frequency and application. Wade?

A beam shot out of the ring solidifying into an image. A face appeared, the mouth almost blanking out the display in a jaw breaking yawn. Kim?

Oops, forgot the time difference, sorry Wade. Kim apologized.

No problem, Wade blinked fuzzily, I was only recovering from a seventy two hour on line video marathon with Felix. What’s up. The teen genius blinked at his board, And why are you using that old ring instead of the bracelet Kimmunicator?

GJ has the bracelet bugged. Kim’s lower lip began to pout, And I so need some private time with my Ron.

No need to pull out the big guns, Kim. Wade said hastily. Just a minute and I’ll connect you.

Wade’s face dissolved into a picture of…blackness?

Wade? What happened? Kim began to panic. Is Ron in a cell or…or…

Just a minute. The sound of computer keys being rapidly tapped came over the ring. There, we should be able to get audio no…

Ohhhhhh, GOD, LOVER, AHHHHH, YES, YESSS!

The sound abruptly vanished. The blackness was replaced by Wade’s goggle eyed face. What..what…

Wade, have you been playing with the fantasy sites again. Kim growled.

No, honest. Wade stuttered. Not after you introduced me to the real voice of that one image. Wade shuddered in remembrance.

Then what was that? Kim demanded.

Uh…Ron?

Since when does Ron have a soprano scream? Kim’s voice climbed higher with each word. Wade, get me a ride to wherever…

That won’t be possible, Miss Possible.

Kim’s gaze whipped around to see the senior female GJ agent standing in her doorway. And after you promised Dr. Director you wouldn’t try to contact Mr. Stoppable. Tch, tch. The woman shook her head in disappointment.

III.

Monique whirled on her ‘husband’. All right, dear, what in the…

Ron placed one finger on Monique’s lips. To any watchers, his soft caress and light smile looked the epitome of a loving mate. Not here, Mo’, wait ’till we get to the beach.

Monique’s eyes glittered, but her features softened into a loving smile as she sucked Ron’s finger between her ripe lips. Ron felt the soft lick of a wet tongue, then his smile turned strained. Ah, Mo’? You know…ah…teeth…ow…owie.

Mo’ smiled up into Ron’s eyes. Fine, she gritted around the obstructing digit, but it better be good.

Ron’s smile was becoming strained as the ivories sank deeper into his finger. Everything, Mo. I swear.

Monique pulled Ron’s finger from between her lips with a parting kiss. Tucking her arm into his she strolled toward the beach, leaning into him to whisper, If it isn’t, I can do more than bite. Pain King isn’t my favorite for nothing you know.’

Ron nuzzled her ear, I promise, Monique. On the beach where long distance mikes won’t work so well.

Monique’s eyes popped wide. Long distance mikes? What is going on?

IV.

“Miss Possible, where is your Kimmunicator bracelet?”

“Ah, on my wrist?”

“Exactly. It’s a well known piece of your equipment. Now Mr. Stoppable went undercover with an assumed identity. What do you think enemy agents would think if they found a Kimmunicator in his baggage?”

“Well, uh, I mean…”

“Exactly. Now if you are finished trying to blow Mr. Stoppables’ cover?”

“Ah, yes, ma’am.”

The agent turned to leave. Before she could exit, Kim bolted upright. “Wait! If that wasn’t Ron, who was it?”

The agent didn’t turn. “Would it shock you to know that a certain holding room clerk is going to be explaining her on duty activities to the Director?”

Kim felt a grin fighting to form on her face, “Ah, no, no, I believe it wouldn’t.”

“Good night, Miss Possible.”

V.

Monique lay back against the pillows of the luxuriously welcoming bed. Her arms were crossed on her chest, if there had been light, a scowl would be seen on her face. Not knowing of her mood, the man beside her slept peacefully.

Hmmph. I thought he said we were supposed to fool the bad guys. ‘the ears have walls’. Uh, I mean, the walls have dears. No, that doesn’t sound right. Anyway, that was the most pathetic excuse for a wedding night, who evers listen’ prob thought we had a two minute drill going. The dark beauty wiggled back into the cushions. Probably think I don’t know how to handle my man. Her scowl deepened. I saw those topless hussies on the beach winking at him. Even if it’s pretend, he’s sposed to be mine. She blinked in the darkness, clapping a hand over her mouth to stop the eruption of giggles. Woah, I wonder what was in those drinks. Ron didn’t say anything, Her scowl returned. Too busy breaking the baccarat bank. I mean, they were just mint milkshakes, and it was so hot in there. Almost didn’t have one but glad I did. Who wants to eat or drink anythin’ called a grasshopper?

She rolled over, one hand making contact with the warm flank beside her. She lightly stroked it.An now that I think ’bout it, monkey boy here has gotten pretty fine since he started college. Firmed up nicely, I understand why those hookers… A low growl sounded. Still not sposed ta be eyeballin’ my man, even if it is only pretend. Her fingers continued to caress the warm muscular flesh beside her. Really oughta give the bad guys a thrill, mean show, show, thas what I mean. After all, it’s my paticuotic, paoutic, patri..patri…It’s for my country!

She softly rolled the man beside her onto his back. Her hands moving from his flanks to his chest in circular, soft, caresses. Monique bent to place light, fairy kisses on his chin and lips. Holding herself just above him, she could almost feel the tightening muscles. Oh yeah, baby boy was holding out on me.

She lowered that final distance.

VI.

Kim’s eyes popped wide as she jerked awake in her bed. Wait a minute! She never actually said Ron didn’t have his Kimmunicator, and what’s the time difference between here and Monte Carlo?