He noticed her tone wasn’t quite prim, but more on the defensive. He smirked, he didn’t mind stroking her in the opposite direction. “Ah well. I thought I’d have breakfast in bed…but I’ll wanda down ta the kitchens and see what’s cookin’. The terrapin stood and resisted barking out a laugh when she huffed and averted her gaze to his nakedness. There was still suspicion and even hesitancy in those pretty green eyes of hers. He knew what he’d seen last night when her eyes sparked and she’d ground herself on his face. Smirking, he grabbed the yakata at the side of his bed. 

Hearing a knock at the door had Immogene grabbing her robe. Putting it over her shoulders as she stood, she then looked at the terrapin and called out. “Enter.” A smile formed on her lips when she saw Gabriella come into the room.

The petite woman looked at the couple. Out of habit she looked at Immogene and did a quick scan of her friend and found there was nothing to be seen. In fact, the woman looked more than ok. She couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but there was something different. Then she looked at the massive mutant turtle. 

“Good morning?” Gabriella couldn’t help the question like inflection in her voice. She cleared her throat. “I know I’m a little early, but…”, She looked at the turtle again, “…I’m a little excited about today, you know how I get Immogene.” 

Immogene let out a soft laugh and Raphael chuckled.

“A’ight, ladies. I can take a hint, I’ll make myself scarce.” He looked over at Immogene and smirked. “But first…”. Walking over to her side of the bed he stopped in front of her and wrapped a large arm around her waist, pulling her into his form. “Betta avert yer eyes pixie.”

Gabriella cocked her head and a quiet squeak left her lips when she saw him kiss her friend. For a moment she was unable to look away. After a a sudden stiffening of her body her friend seemed to melt into the kiss. She quickly looked up at the ceiling and hummed to herself. 

Raphael released her and she gripped his arm for balance. Her eyes narrowed before relenting and shaking her head. “Erm.”

Chuckling deeply the male grinned down at the woman. “I had ta grab an appetizer before I left.”

Immogene huffed and pursed her lips. 

The look only made the behemoth chuckle some more. After giving the woman a long look he then turned away and started making his way towards the doors. Reaching the smaller woman he gave her a wink. “Lata pipsqueak.” Not waiting for a response he continued walking. When he reached the door, he looked back at over his shoulder. “Immogene, I’ll be wantin’ a midnight snack later.”

Arriving at the department store they noticed a woman waiting for them. She was elegantly dressed and had an opera length slim cigarette holder between her fingers. The smoke wasn’t lit, so it seemed to be more a part of her ensemble. 

“Mes cheries. Welcome. I am Madame Giselle.” She walked to stand between the two. “Master Shredder was most explicit in his instructions.” She tapped the holder lightly with her thumb. “May I be bold enough to say, he’s…different than the last one, non?”

Immogene arched her brow and Gabriella found herself giggling softly.

Fang and Trax on the other hand, laughed outright.

Madame brought them through each section, showing them the stores wares and making helpful suggestions along the way. Such business was good and the money real. It had surprised her at first that it wasn’t counterfeit. She kept the questions to herself though.

The two women felt a little odd. To be out in public, shopping and spending money on themselves. The concept was a little foreign.

Gabriella leaned towards her friend. “This almost feels like the old days…before…you know…”.

Immogene nodded. “It does.” 

Trax and Fang had so far managed not to grumble over the experience. If anything they were enjoying watching their charges have some fun. But…

Noticing the two males were a little green at the gills she chuckled and then clapped her hands. Striding over she stopped between them. “Will you trust me with your ladies, gentlemen? I promise you they are safe.”

Fang looked up to Trax. “What do you think?” 

The triceratops was about to answer when his eyes widened. “Um.”

The madame grinned. “Ah, Victoria, Constance. So nice of you to join us.” The fox and tiger mutant females went up to the wolf and the trike.

The males looked conflicted. Fang glanced down at the arctic fox and had to stop his tongue from lolling out. His tail on the other hand was wagging. Trax snorted. “Obvious.” But his own eyes found the tiger and he cracked his neck.

Madame chuckled. “I called these ladies to entertain you. You see…”, She gestured with the cigarette to the large wooden doors at the end of the hall. “Behind those doors is for les mademoiselles eyes only. I give you my vow that they will be safe.” A grin appeared on her lips. “Otherwise it would be bad for business, non?”  

Both Trax and Fang looked to Immogene. Gabriella was busy trying not to laugh at their efforts to not seem so eager. 

Immogene licked her lips and managed to keep the smile tugging at them concealed. “I believe the Master did mention something of a ‘gift’ for the both of you. Enjoy.” 

Fang and Trax looked at each other. “Well. We’re not going to argue.”

“Now, ladies. I believe you were in need of a new wardrobe?” The Madame gestured to two long divans set in the middle of the room.

They were given cold juice and a platter of petit fours while various items of clothing were being brought out.

Seeing the expression of her friends face Immogene chuckled. “Gabriella, the way you’re twisting your hands in your lap suggests that brain of yours is worrying away at something.”

Gabriella shook her head as if coming out of a trance. She took a nibble of the merengue while she gathered her thoughts. After swallowing she exhaled a soft breath. “I’m not exactly sure I even know what I’m asking.” 

Immogene arched her brow and took a sip of her drink while contemplating which of the small delicacies she was going to have. 

The smaller woman popped the rest of the treat in her mouth. “You know how when Raph left he…um…asked about a midnight snack and spoke of an appetizer?” She picked up another merengue. “What did he mean? Do you know? I mean…he’s not like Slash by any means, I just…you know me.”

Immogene felt the heat rising to her cheeks.

The Madame happened to overhear the question and a slow smile spread on her features. She called to one of her girls and gave instructions. 

“Erm.” Immogene chewed the small lemon and cream cheese filled pastry. “Well, it seems Raphael, he is indeed a male of another species. He does not hold to the rules our ex husbands did. I guess, I would say he is rather progressive.” The flush deepened on her cheeks. “He used his mouth on me.” No point in pussy footing.

Gabriella looked at her friend with a confused expression on her face. Suddenly her eyes widened and she unobtrusively gestured to where the apex of her friends thighs would be. “Ohhh.”

A surprised laugh left Immogene’s lips. “Yes. There.” 

The smaller woman opened her mouth and then snapped it shut. She then pursed her lips.

Immogene sighed and straightened her dress. “He seemed to take great pleasure in performing the act.”

The next question left Gabriella’s lips immediately. “Did he..you know?” 

Understanding registered on Immogene’s face. “No.”

Gabriella blinked, she was shocked into silence. Before she thought of anymore questions to ask the Madame came back out with two other women in tow. One of them was carrying a tray. 

“I must apologize. I overheard the beginning of your conversation.” She looked at Immogene and inclined head. “It was not done on purpose.”

Immogene cleared her throat. “As long as it remains in this room, there will be no consequence.”

The Madame shook her head with a smile. “No, of course not.” She waved her hands for her girls to wait a moment. “I will tell you though, hearing it made me want to offer you a procedure that will…shall we say enhance the experience.”

A little while later, Immogene sat back down in the chair, albeit a little more delicately than she had before. “I shall have to keep that procedure in my mind for a type of mild torture.” She did have to admit though, that with her newly awakened awareness, it did feel more…sensitive down there. Not all of her pubic hair had been plucked, a small triangle had been left at the top of her mound. Very firmly, she pushed the thought of Raphael’s possible reaction out of her mind. 

Madame held out her hand to Immogene. “Oh cherie, those eyes of yours. They can kill with a look. But, I’m going to make you look like you can kill. The whole deadly package if you would.” She then looked to the smaller woman. “Gabriella, Emily will help you choose your attire.”

The women fit the two friends into clothing that was suited to their colouring and figures.

Immogene and Gabriella came out of their changing rooms at the same time. The Madame gasped loudly. “Oh! I am good at what I do.” She walked around Gabriella first. “Ma petite, this colour blue sets your eyes off nicely, your lithe body is suited to the lines of the dress. Then she looked to the Mistress of their city. “Immogene.” A sultry laugh left her lips. “Do me a favour and tug the metal broach at the bodice would you?

Immogene looked down and pulled at the silver piece. A smile formed on her lips and she finished pulling what was a six inch dagger from the corset style top. 

The Madame walked up to her. “What do you think?”

Immogene chuckled. The sound held an edge. She looked at herself in the mirror and then met her friends startled eyes in the reflection. “I think…looks can…and will kill.”

Amongst her haul, there was a black dress with a blood red lace trim. A request satisfied.

The two women looked at each other had had to stifle their laughter when Trax and Fang looked at all of the bags.

Fang coughed quietly. “I think we’re going to need to call for another car, Trax.”

Trax shook his head. “Maybe more than one.”

Back at Gabriella’s apartments Immogene looked towards her friend when she spoke. 

“So much has changed hasn’t it.” Gabriella sighed with a quirk of her lips. “I know, I’m stating the obvious here.” 

Immogene thought for a moment.“I’m starting to think it isn’t temporary.” Walking over to the table she picked up one of the shopping bags at random. After taking its contents out, she placed it in a drawer. 

The smaller woman nodded. “In its own way, it’s scary.” She grabbed a dress of light blue and hugged it to herself. “I’m afraid I’m going to wake up and realize this was all just a dream.” 

Immogene walked over and set a hand on her shoulder. “Are you still dreaming of Kanto?” 

Her friend swallowed and gave a small nod. “Not all of the time.” In the last dream she had, Kanto had been hovering above her.

An angry noise sounded in Immogene’s throat. “I hope the both of them are rotting in bowels of hell.” She considered before speaking again. “I’m not sure if those dreams will ever completely go away, but I believe in time, they will lessen for the both of us.” She squeezed the shoulder gently and looked down and into the woman’s eyes. “When we wake after such an experience, we can calm ourselves by knowing they are dead and we are not.” The green gaze burned. “I know the memory of the sound of me cutting off Oruko’s hands soothes me. Just think of how Kanto would have choked on the rings.” Immogene smiled. “I approved of your chosen ending for him, my dear friend.”

A surprised laugh left Gabby’s lips. “You’re right. They’re gone for good, I just have to keep reminding myself of that until it sinks in.” She hugged her friend with the dress still clutched in her hand. “Today was good. Today was amazing.”

Immogene smiled. “That it was.” 

Gabriella then chuckled and unwrapped herself from Immogene. “I wonder what Master Shred…, I mean, Raph will think of your new accessories. I especially like the dagger that goes between your…”.  She pointed to her own chest. “It’s a great hiding spot.”

A laugh left Immogene’s lips. “We’re going to be alright my friend.”

After spending a little more time helping Gabriella put away her purchases, she bade her a good evening and started back to her own apartments. Just what would the terrapin think of her newly acquired pieces? She had a strange feeling that he would more than approve. 

Shouto and Fang accompanied her at a distance. One at the front and the other holding the rear. She appreciated their discreteness. It aided in the development of a feeling of independence. Admittedly, she was also starting to enjoy when the two walked near her so conversation could run freely. 

She decided to meet Amber at her quarters and turned down another hall. 

The two males flanked the sides of the door as she went in.

The sound of a vase crashing had her alert.

“I said no. Leave me alone!” The sound of a slap could be heard and with the fear for her handmaiden and friend flooding her veins she headed towards the sounds.

Fangs ears swivelled. “There’s trouble inside.” Shouto started drawing his katana and Fang shook his head. “I think our lady has this handled.”

The Elite considered for a moment and then grinned. “I believe you’re right.”

Fang cracked the door and both men listened in. 

Peering around the corner Immogene saw one of the men from the meetings holding Amber by the hair. “Stop struggling you bitch.” The man shook the woman. 

Raphael was heading back to their apartments when out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shouto and Fang peering in the door to Amber’s quarters. “I’m gonna assume that this ain’t a peepin’ Tom situation, but do ya mind telling me what’s goin’ on.”

The two males caught Raph up to what was happening inside. 

The behemoth of a turtle smirked. “I think I’m gonna go in an’ take in tha show.” He had no doubts in his mind that Immogene was gonna serve the man his just desserts and he wanted to see it happen. It was something else seeing her start to grow into stripes. 

Immogene stepped fully around the corner and her heels clicked on the marble. “Let. Her. Go.” 

The man stilled for only a moment. What was the mahogany haired woman doing here? She was supposed to be out shopping all day with the little dragon doll. He scoffed. “And what if I don’t?”

A smile formed on her lips. “I think you know the answer to that.”

He laughed and shoved Amber to the floor. “You should have stayed out longer. Amber and I were just going to spend some time together before I left for Japan.” He took a menacing step towards her and wondered why the smile didn’t falter on her face. “Master Shredder’s not here to help you.”

She exhaled slowly. “You might be right, but my guards are just outside. All I have to do is call for them. But, since I’m feeling, shall we say…feisty. I’ll give you the choice of dealing with me or them.”

The man shrugged. If he could take out the head bitch and escape out the balcony, the Foot might be able to get back to the old ways. He pretended to consider and then lunged towards the woman and managed to backhand her. 

Raphael’s fists clenched with the effort it was taking to hold himself back. He knew she had to do this. If only to realize the power she had. Didn’t mean he didn’t want to tear the guys head off though.

Immogene chuckled in her throat and licked the blood from the corner of her now split lip. “You think after what I dealt with Oruko, that bothers me?” She shook her head. “That tickled.” Something in her eyes flashed. “I think it’s my turn to tickle you, except it will be red and not pink.”

The broad was crazy. “What the fuck are you talking about?” He pulled a knife from the inside pocket of his jacket and whipped it at her face.

She leaned back and the metal whisked by her cheek. When coming back up straight she spun a kick out and into the man’s kidney with the steel toed point of her stiletto. He stumbled and she used the momentum of it to help him to the floor by landing another kick behind his knee. 

The knife fell out of his hand and onto the floor, tumbling a few inches away. He groaned and started trying to reach for it. 

Her heel came down on his hand hard, pinning it to the floor. The small bones of his fingers and palm, fractured under the pressure. A pained scream left his lips. She lifted her heel and the man brought his broken hand to his chest, cradling it against his body. Not wasting any time she kicked him in the ribs and then shoved him with her foot over and onto his back. 

Lifting her foot up she moved aside his tie and jacket while he struggled to catch his breath. “Coochie, coochie coo.” 

Raphael’s smirk grew as he watched the woman smile when she slammed the spike of her stiletto into the mans heart. It was then he leaned against the column, his arm supporting him. His eyes narrowed at her. ‘Son of a bitch, I think I’m in love.’ He’d known he cared for her and that had been enough of a surprise. But falling in love, him? That was something he never thought would happen. Yet here he was looking all goo goo eyed at the woman who was again covered in blood. He tucked the thought away, for now.

Immogene looked to Amber. “We’ll get this cleaned up.” Concern showed in her green eyes.

Amber was surprised when she laughed. “Ok.” She looked at her mistress with an odd expression on her face.

Immogene squatted beside the body. “Why don’t you head to the physician, I also want you take the next couple of days to rest.”

Before Amber could respond her eyes went a little wider at who she saw approaching them.

“Did ya have to let him hit ya?” Raphael had came out from behind the column and reaching her, he stopped just as she was pulling out the stiletto from the man’s chest. It made a sucking sound before it released and a little blood squirted out and onto her neck and bodice of her short dress.

“Damnit. I just bought this.” She wiped off the heel on the man’s jacket. “He was on guard. Your speech a little while ago had him wary. I needed him not to be.” 

Raphael nodded and held out his hand.

She looked at the large green and three fingered hand considering before placing her own in it. A sharp exhale left her lips when the male pulled her up and into his front. The stiletto fell to the floor with a clatter. 

Raphael lifted his other hand to his mouth and licked his finger before gently wiping the blood off the woman’s split lip. He could see it was already healing. He shifted his eyes to Amber for only a second and nodded his head towards the door. “Go get yerself taken care of, Amba. Fang will take ya to the doctor. I’ll take it from here.”

Amber stood and after a moment to gain her bearings, she walked passed the couple. She looked at them over her shoulder and a smile wanted to tug at her lips.

“That was…quite the show, Kitten. I really liked the tickled red part. Afta all, it is my favourite colour.” This little display of hers had his cock pushing against its slit.

A huffed laugh escaped her lips and she looked down on the body. “My father might have said your influence is a bad one.” She laughed lightly. “But, under the circumstances I know he would have wholly approved.” Looking up she met the golden gaze and what she saw had a new awareness growing inside of her. Maybe she should see the physician too. The naked want in the males eyes was stirring.

The turtle couldn’t resist any longer and he bent his head, gently kissing her lips. When he pulled away he smirked. “So, busy day huh?”

Immogene chuckled and then chewed on the inside of her lip. Here she was, standing beside someone she had killed, the smell of his blood in the air, but yet she found herself wanting to touch the male holding her. “Shall we go?”

Raphael nodded. There was something going on in that mind of hers. “Ya, let’s get ya back.”

When Shouto closed the double doors to the apartments she went to the bathroom to clean up. Raphael poured himself a whisky and one for the woman. He then stood in front of the fireplace looking into the flames. It was time to write his brother. Would he come? A bark of laughter left his lips. “He’ll prolly think y’av lost yer mind.”

When the woman opened the door he noticed the split in her lip was now pink. “Handy trick.” He said to himself as she walked towards him. “So, what’d ya get today?”

She arched her brow and looked at the table that was overflowing. “Oh, this and that.” Seeing the whiskey she picked up the glass and took a sip. “Madame was good at her job.” Her green eyes glittered in the light of the fire. “I really liked the accessories. It didn’t take much convincing for me to buy one of everything.” 

The terrapin chuckled and resisted reaching out to her. She had to come to him again. “Ya?”

Immogene smirked. “The stilettos came in handy, I think.”

Raphael chuckled and the deep and dark sound had her stomach tightening. She took another sip of whiskey. 

“Ya committed murder in style.” A wide smirk formed on his lips.

Her held tilted back and she laughed. It was the first full bodied laugh she had since she’d been taken.

The turtle then grabbed a short rectangular shaped box off the mantle. “I had this made fer ya. Somthin’ the women of ma brothers clan wear.”

Setting her glass down on the mantle she gave him a questioning look before taking the box and lifting the lid. Her lips parted and a dark grin then formed on them. It was a finger claw. Delicate with its flowed design. She shook her head, still grinning. He wanted her to be strong. He wanted her to be able to defend herself and kill if necessary. “Well then.”

Immogene set the box back on the mantle and stepped into his front. 

The turtles eyes widened before a rumble left his chest and he wrapped an arm around her waist. “I take it ya approve.”

She ran her hand up his hard front and rested it on his pectoral. “Yes.” Her eyes met his and she realized something. She’d thought she would never want to touch a man again, not after Oruko. But, right now, she was filled with a need to do exactly that. “Don’t move. Please. Just…just let me…feel you.”

Raphael swallowed. ‘Fuck me.’ His cock slid out. It was now hard, hot and heavy within his trousers. ‘Don’t move ya asshole. See what she does.’ Curiosity and and a good dose of heat shone from the golden orbs.

Her other hand rubbed up and down his hard plastron. Keeping her eyes on his, her fingers undid the buttons on his shirt one by one. 

A louder rumble sounded from the broad chest when she touched him with her bare hand. 

Immogene traced the groves, exploring the feel of the different whorls and textures. Her hand slipped lower and the only reaction from the male was that his breathing became deeper. She found the buckle of his belt and undid it. The button of his pants followed.

Her nipples hardened under the robe. She blinked. Her desire was growing from touching him. Was this what he had felt while pleasuring her?

She swallowed and pulled down his zipper. The pants slithered down his legs and pooled on the floor. His cock lifted with the restriction removed, but it hung at a slight angle with its weight. 

Her eyes remained on his, she wanted to see what he was feeling. Looking into his eyes also gave her, surprisingly enough, reassurance.

Immogene licked her lips and reached down and touched his member. She slid her fingers under and grasped it. Her lips parted. She couldn’t wrap her hand around it.

Raphael’s grip tightened around her waist. He wanted to see her delicate hand holding his cock, but he refused to leave her gaze. 

She stroked him. Her hand slid all the way down to his base and then back up and over the bulbous head. God he was thick. 

The mutant couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his lips. 

Seeing the smirk had moisture dripping from her slit. She gasped softly, the surprise of it written all over her face. 

The terrapin rumbled loudly. He could smell her heat. She was fucking getting turned on by touching him. Fierce arousal rolled through him. It almost made him stagger. Her cheeks were flushed and he could see the colour creeping down her neck. It took everything in him to stay where he was. 

A soft sound left her lips. It was a sound of pleasure. She began to stroke him in earnest, paying attention to the look on his face. Oh, he liked it when she rubbed just underneath the head. On each upward stroke she made her hand twist over the spot.

“Immogene.” Fuck. She was going to make him cum. With just a fucking handjob.

“Mmm?” She parted her lips and then smiled. Her hand began to stroke faster, gaining confidence and gripping him more firmly. The pre-cum leaking from the lip lubricated her hand, making the motion smooth.

That did it. His hips jerked and his hot cum spewed over the floor. He clenched his teeth while his hand moved down to grip her ass as he came. 

Raphael was breathing hard, her scent filling his nostrils. He couldn’t take it anymore. He dropped to his knees and eased the robe off of her body. 

She was standing, legs slightly apart. A string of her arousal hung suspended from her pussy lips. She was trembling, but not with fear.

He lifted his eyes to hers. “I like the new landscaping, something I can really dig into.”

Raphael licked his lips. “Now it’s my turn, sweetheart.” His voice rumbled out.

It was all the warning she had before he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder to rest on his shell, his other hand cupping her ass so she wouldn’t fall over.

He pressed his face against her sex and with no preamble shoved his tongue up and deep inside of her.

Immogene’s head fell back and she cried out from the shock of pleasure. “Raphael!” Her hands fell down to his head, the nails digging into the skin slightly. 

The male tongue fucked her. In and out, over and over again. Her juices were running down his chin. 

Her thighs twitched and he looked passed the soft curve of her stomach and her full breasts to her face. She was looking down at him. It was when her eyes started to close he stopped.

Immogene’s eyes snapped open.

“Don’t take yer eyes off me, Kitten. I want to watch you cum.”

She opened her mouth, but what left her lips was a cry when his thick finger suddenly pushed into her pussy. 

He curled the digit and when a shocked sound left her lips he smirked. “That’s it.” Keeping his eyes on hers he thrust his finger firmly into her g-spot while his lips wrapped around her clitoris. He mouthed it, lipped at it, all the while not stopping the thrusting of his finger. 

It was the vibration of the loud growl that sent her over the edge. “Raph, oh god…RAPHAEL!” Her orgasm washed through her and he held her firm against his face.

Her pussy clenched around his finger making him groan. He could feel the ripples of her orgasm. He didn’t stop thrusting his finger or working her clit until she started to collapse.

Raphael caught her easily and rumbled. She wasn’t ready for what he wanted to say yet and he, well he wasn’t ready to say it either. 

Neither spoke. Neither had the words for what had just passed between them. She in his lap and he on the floor. They rested there, unable to look away from one another.

Deep in the recesses of the hold a pair of Foot soldiers were looking at a vial filled with a black substance. “Will this do it?” 

The dark laughter of another voice filled the small room. 

To be continued…

Fang approached from the side. “What’s up boss?”

Raphael snorted. “I’ve got business to take care of. Where’s Immogene?” 

The wolf looked at the terrapin curiously. There was no anger that he could sense towards the woman, but rather on her behalf. Then he remembered what Trax had said the little female had told him. ‘Uh oh.’ His boss was famous for his temper and brutality when he was pushed. But, he’d never seen it expressed on behalf of someone so vehemently. “She’s in your apartments.” 

The turtle nodded and quickened his steps. Fang stared after his boss and slowly a smile formed on his lips. ‘Never thought I’d see the day when a female makes you fall to your knees.’ He nodded to himself in approval. Now that the mistress was losing her fear over her ex husband, she was growing into someone that was more than a match for the terrapin.

Raph pushed open the doors, his eyes seeking the woman. “Immogene, where are ya? I need to speak to ya.”

Coming out from their bedroom she stopped when she saw the turtle. He was angry. “I’m right here.” What happened and more importantly, why wasn’t she afraid? She knew that look would send others scurrying, but not her. She laughed at herself inside her head. Oruko had tried to break her. Instead he’d forged a weapon.

He heard her voice and when he turned in the direction of the sound he saw her. Her delicately arched brow almost had him smirking. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him, but sometimes, it caught him off guard that she wasn’t. His shoulders relaxed and he inhaled her scent. The sweet but dark fragrance she preferred filled his nostrils making him sigh. ‘What fuckin’ voodoo shit is this?’ He thought to himself. Just seeing her and smelling her calmed him like nothing else. He had some serious thinking to do. But first.

“I ran into our friendly neighbourhood scientist.” He was watchful for her reaction.

She took a breath. “Friendly?” She scoffed. “While he was smiling, did you happen to notice the scalpel in his front pocket?”

Raphael chuckled. “Ya mean the one with old blood on it?”

Immogene began to pace, which told the terrapin almost everything he needed to know. She laughed, but there was no humour in the sound. “What did he want?” The scientist was valuable, but she was loath to the idea of letting him live. He was a very unhinged man. 

The Brute’s eyes followed her as she walked. “Specifically, you. Claims yer due for a checkup.”

Her lip curled. “Fucking asshole.” She stopped pacing and then faced turtle. “And?”

Raphael grinned. “I figured as much, but I wanted to check with you before I handled the situation.”

His words made her blink. Was he really this angry over someone wanting to do her harm? She stared up at the behemoth of a terrapin. There was a darkness in those golden eyes of his. She heard the crinkling of leather and realized the turtle was clenching his hand into a fist. His barely restrained anger at what had been said to him by Baxter was almost palatable. But, he’d waited for her answer before he acted, on her behalf. She nodded her head slowly while looking down at his clenched fist. “Baxter is evil. I go for a check-up and I’ll be checked out. Permanently.”

The turtle let his knuckles graze her hair. Was he reassuring her, or himself? “Go on.” He wanted more information and letting it fuel his fire.

She glanced up at him and then made her way over to the settee and sat, crossing one leg over the other. Raphael moved a step behind her and when he seated himself, he rested his arm over the back of the seat, almost letting his fingers brush against the softness of her curls. 

Grabbing her glass of water off the table she met his eyes while taking a sip. “He begged Oruko to let him have me.” She shivered slightly and then a heavy sigh left her lips. “Perhaps the only truly intelligent thing that my husband ever did was never let me be alone with the creep.” Her green eyes narrowed and the Brute nodded his head in her direction, silently asking her to continue. 

Taking another sip to gather her thoughts, she continued. “I think Oruko knew the designs that Baxter had on me and Gabriella.” She shook her head in bewilderment. “The fool truly believed that he would be forgiven, even if he caused my death, with the results he would gain from my blood.” She hissed softly. “Conceited asshole.” 

Raphael couldn’t help the chuckle. “Conceited asshole, how ‘bout dead asshole instead?” 

Nodding she set the now empty glass on the table and met the terrapins eyes. “He’s not afraid of you. Oh, he fears pain, but to him it’s a sacrifice that sometimes has to be paid for his advancements. At the end of the day, he feels his intelligence with prevail and protect him.” She shook her head again over the man’s insanity. “He was the only one who was never really afraid of Oruko. Even when Oruko was displeased with him. Baxter tasted Oruko’s blades on more than one occasion, but managed to survive the incidents.” She took a deep breath. “If he kills me, he most assuredly has the confidence that he’ll be able to convince you it was for the best.” 

Immogene searched the terrapins eyes and found herself not only unafraid of the menace she saw just below the surface, but trusting in it as well. “Kill him.” Her statement was bold. She was testing the Brute and had a feeling he knew it.

Raph couldn’t help his lips from curling into an amused grin over her simple stated demand. “With fuckin' pleasure.” Without saying another word the behemoth stood and looked down at her. So beautiful, yet so fucking fierce. Leaning down he brushed his forehead against hers. 

He stood to his full height and gave her a long look before turning. 

Immogene sat staring at the closed doors to their apartments for a while after he left.

When Raphael entered the hallway he gestured to Fang. “Let’s go.”

Shouto nodded, he would have things in hand. He maneuvered himself to the middle of the door, his new katana gleaming in the holder on his back.  The new Master Shredder had the Mistress present him the blade. Somehow she knew what the weapon meant to him. His father had given it to him. Saki had taken it and killed his father, then mounting it on the wall to torture Shouto. The soul of his father within the blade would help him cut down anyone that tried to disrupt this new era of the Foot.

As they walked the wolf looked to the terrapin. “Clean up job?” He kept his voice low. 

Raphael casually looked down at the wolf and let the corner of his lip turn up into a smirk.

Fang chuckled. “Can’t say I feel sorry for the guy.”

Baxter Stockman was in his lab readying the room for his patient. He would finally get his hands on the woman and harvest what he wanted. He paused and looked in the mirror beside the table. “Oh Baxter, sometimes your genius surprises even yourself. If that dumb Brute of turtle does end up getting upset over his mistresses demise, you’ll just explain to him that you are looking out for his interests.”

Walking over to the medic trolley he made sure the false top was secure. It would be inept of him not to double check, just incase the green menace decided to inspect. Opening the lid on another box he laid out the innocuous items for the examination. Stethoscope, blood pressure cuff, thermometer and a few swabs. “Perfect, as expected.” He was confident that the terrapin would never figure out what the tray actually held.

Raph signalled Fang to wait at the door. With no preamble, he pushed the doors to the lab open and they banged against the wall.

The scientist looked up, his eyes wide under the glass bottle bottom spectacles. “Master Shredder!” He straightened his bow tie and stood up from making the examination bed. “I had a feeling you would want to check out the room. “I’ve spared no expense for your lady’s comfort. She’s been through so much.” He tsked. “I do not wish to cause her any unnecessary discomfort.”

The Brute softly growled. ‘Fucking lying son of a bitch. Yer dead, ya just don’t know it yet.’ 

Baxter rested his hand on the handle of the trolley when the terrapin moved in closer to inspect the equipment. 

“I’m even going to warm up the stethoscope before I lay it on her skin.” He licked his lips and moved away from the instruments. The best way to hide something was in plain sight. “Would you care to examine what I’ll be using today?”

Raphael looked at the tray and then at the scientist. He knew something was up, he just had to discover it. He folded his arms over his chest and glanced down at the items. “Fancy.” Everything on the table was top of the line. 

After a moment, Baxter moved the tray out of the terrapins path, so he could move around the examination table.

The Brutes eyes narrowed. The creep was spending way too much time near the tray. “What’s undaneath?”

Baxter blinked and adjusted his glasses. Underneath? I’m not sure what you mean.”

Raphael’s lips quirked. “Ya know the only way I got to where I am today, was understanding how a crooks mind works.” His golden eyes narrowed in on the worms form. “I can also smell a lie.” Taking his sai, he twirls in his hand before effectively and efficiently prying off the top. This time a very audible growl left his lips at what was revealed.

Saws, syringes, scalpels, picks and other nefarious items were all gleaming under the harsh lighting.

“I may not be a doc, Doc. But, ain’t this a little extreme?”

Baxter stuttered for only a moment before smoothly recovering. “That woman is a menace. She’ll only cause you trouble. I’m only considering what is best for you and the Empire. Besides, I already have a buyer for what ever is left over. Let me take care of her for you.”

The mutant cracked his neck and a dark chuckle left his lips. “A buyer you say, enough ta cover all yer expenses that ya put into this?”

The man nodded eagerly. “Yes, and so much more. So, be a dear turtle and go fetch her for me.”

Raphael grinned. “Well, sure, but I need ta explain the fault in yer plan.”

Baxter scoffed. “Fault? This is flawless.”

The mutant spun his sai in his hand again before shoving into the man’s stomach. “The failure is that ya can’t do it, if yer dead.” He began to twist the sai.

Baxter tried screaming but only bubbles of blood came out. One of the prongs had gone through his lung. “You are perhaps the biggest idiot I have ever seen.” The man managed to whisper. “All for a stupid Dame.”

The terrapin roared and pushed the man off the blades, but the intestines held firm. He chuckled as he followed the grisly trail with his eyes. “Moron.” He watched in amusement as the scientist tried to retrieve his entrails and push them back into his stomach. “Even I know that ain’t how that works.”

The man’s eyes finally glazed over and Rapahel walked over to the body and cleaned his sai on the dead man’s lab coat. 

Fang entered the room and chuckled. “You know boss, I was going to have spaghetti for dinner. I think I’ll go for the roast instead.”

Raphael huffed a laugh. “Sorry ‘bout the mess.”

The wolf glanced at the various medical tools and grimaced. “Well, considering. I think the mess is just right.”

The terrapin nodded. “I’ll leave ya to it then.” He then turned to start heading towards the doors.

The other mutant called out. “What do you want done with the body?”

A deep and dark chuckle left the turtles lips. “Donate it ta science.”

Fang watched the turtle leave and shook his head with a smile. All the men knew that their boss looked at females as if they were a passing distraction. Raphael enjoyed the game of seduction but was always ready for the next hand. His canine tooth stuck on his lower lip as he chuckled. From the moment the redhead glared at him in the area, daring him to do or say something against her actions, he’d been different. 

The wolf then sighed. The Hamato family had experienced more than their fair share of betrayal. One of the reasons why three of the brothers had never taken a mate. To this day, the intense blue eyes of the eldest were still haunted.

The woman already had his and so many of the other Foots loyalty. Now that her psychotic husband was 6 feet under, she was blooming into a rose with deadliest fucking thorns he’d ever seen. If there was ever a perfect match for their hot headed boss, she was it. Only time would tell what the future held for his boss and the lady. I’m

Raphael strode down the hall towards the apartment, his thoughts turning inward. He was by nature a cautious individual when it came to letting someone into his inner circle. But here he was ready to eagerly tell someone that he’d killed on their behalf. He also realized that he’d do it again. For fuck sakes, all someone had to do was look at her the wrong way and he was ready to make heads roll. 

Even before his oldest brother had taken that woman into his life, Raph had kept his relationships impersonal. Hit it and quit it was his motto. Life was easier that way. But now, a certain female had him wrapped around her dainty fucking pinky. A smirk formed over his lips. That fact didn’t sound unappealing to him at all. Surprise, surprise. 

He’d never met anyone like her. She was a fucking tigress with a kittens pelt. Hell, even when covered in gore holding her dead husbands eyeballs she still looked damn fucking good.

Raphael found his steps moving quickly. Now, he wanted to test what he saw in those green eyes a few nights ago. The thought of having her come apart due to his hands and mouth, had him aching. His name on her lips. Yeah, she fucking got to him.

She put in a lot of effort into not thinking about the Brute, but it was in vain. Oruko had killed ‘for’ her, but not in the same way at all. She met her own eyes in the mirror. No, this was so very different. The anger in those golden eyes of his over Stockman. Anger for her. She was leaning there was a difference from when someone was angry at her and angry for her. She pulled the brush through her hair. Still, Stockman was too clever for his own good. She huffed. Was she actually worried about the terrapin?

Before she could think on it any further she heard the doorknob turn. Tying her robe at her waist she quickly rose from the seat and went to the door.

He stood there, looking at her while taking off his leather gloves. “It’s done.” The gruff edge of his voice had her taking a deep breath.

Slowly she lifted her eyes to his. “Good.”

Then she found her gaze moving over his broad and thick upper half, her eyes narrowing slightly in the low light. Her expression remained neutral though.

Raphael took in the way her eyes travelled over his form. Something inside of him warmed when he realized she was looking to see if he was hurt. A smirk formed over his scarred lips.

Her eyes took in the darker red stain on his red shirt. Without realizing what she was doing she closed the distance and reached up to touch the fabric, making sure there were no holes and that it wasn’t his blood. 

“I ain’t that easy to maim, sweetheart.”

The tone of his voice had her looking up at him. “I…”. There was a retort on her lips but it stalled over the look in his eyes. He’d killed Stockman because the mad scientist had wanted to hurt her. Baxter would have been a great asset to the Empire, but that hadn’t even been on the table for discussion. She bit the corner of her lip. Why in the hell was she feeling the way she was over that fact? It should…it should…what was it supposed to do? One thing it shouldn’t do was make her feel some form of, shit, excitement. 

The male rolled his shoulders. He tried to discern what was going on in that pretty head of hers. God. She hadn’t moved from his front and was still holding his shirt. How could something so simple make his cock slip from its slit and hang heavily.

She looked up at him again and what she saw had her breath catching. Or should it?

Raphael stood still. The way she was looking at him was making him rumble. His fist closed, but this time it was him trying to reign in his desire. He waited for her to decide on whether to move in closer or back away. He licked his lips. He found himself wanting to ask her to move in.

She bit her lip. The Brutes eyes widened when she finally closed the distance between them and leaned her head against his plastron. “Thank you, Raphael.”

The terrapin blinked at the softness in her tone. A loud rumble left his throat. His earlier musings came to mind. Oh yeah. He’d kill for her, he’d fucking rip apart anyone that wanted to harm her.

Lifting her hand she rested it on his hard front, her fingers lightly gripping the material. The sound he made soothed her, but also had her suddenly feeling something akin to what she felt the other night when he was close and…touching her. She remembered his large hand just under her breast. His tongue on he shoulder. The sinful words leaving his lips.

“Immogene.”

The sound of her name brought her out of her reverie and slowly looking up at him. She blinked and to her utter mortification, she blushed.

Those fucking eyes of hers. His hand moved from his side and found her lower back, pulling her more into him. “Ya look at me like that and it makes me wanna tear the head off of anyone that even looks at ya sideways, ya know that?”

She couldn’t help the quirk of her lips. “I really shouldn’t like that idea.” 

He smirked and chuckled darkly. “Bloodthirsty.”

She blinked and then a soft laugh sounded in her throat. “It would seem that way.”

Hearing that sound coming from her had him looking at her intently. Fuck. He wanted to hear her laugh again. When she didn’t look away he let his hand slowly wander down to her full ass. He cupped it and squeezed gently.

Immogene inhaled sharply over the contact, but she didn’t move away.

His golden eyes burned and he licked his lips. “I’m really going to fucking enjoy seeing how many sounds I can get to leave those pretty lips of yours.”

Her nipples hardened over the tone of his voice. She didn’t know what to say. What he was making her feel was so unfamiliar. She was nervous, but she found she wasn’t afraid.

Raphael reached up and ran his hand over her soft hair, when she didn’t pull away he began to run the fingers through her thick and soft curls. Fuck. Just the feel of her hair against his skin was making his cock hard. He rumbled low in his throat and keeping his eyes locked with hers, he gently fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head back.

Immogene gasped, but it wasn’t in fear. 

Taking advantage of her parted lips, Raphael lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.

She closed her eyes over the contact. ‘Oh.’ The soft sound she made was swallowed by the Brutes mouth as he deepened the kiss. There was a growing awareness of her body within her.

“Do ya want know how ya make me feel when I see ya all fierce?” Raph gently parted her hair exposing the nape of her neck. 

Instead of getting a vocal answer like she was expecting she felt his lips on the delicate flesh of her neck. Her lips parted and she sighed when her skin rippled at the contact of his scarred mouth She closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing. 

He started moving her backwards, leading her to the full length mirror in her dressing area. The behemoth was going to show her how her body reacted to him.

Standing in front he turned her to face the reflective surface. She flushed and looked to the side. The Brutes’ golden orbs wandered towards the mirror and his smirked widened seeing the hardened buds of her nipples under the silk, “Immogene...,” He rumbled as he spoke, “look in tha mirror.” 

Hearing his voice, she slowly turned her head towards the mirror.  She bit her lip seeing the flush of her skin and the bumps under her robe. “Oh…” It was said very softly. Her nipples felt sensitive and the only other time they’d felt like this was the evening the turtle had brushed her hair.

Caressing his thumbs along her rounded hips the Brutes let them slowly run up and down her sides, “That’s how yer suppose ta feel wit a mans touch.” His tone dripped with arousal and lust as his fingers inched up her body. 

A shiver rolled through her at the feel of his large hands at her sides. She shifted slightly on her feet and blinked slowly as his movements caused the silk to move over the sensitive nubs. 

“It’s suppose ta make ya feel good...make ya get nice...and hot,” Raph growled as his finger brushed against the side of her breast as he whispered huskily against her ear. “Heh seein’ yer nipples hard like this makes me want ta slowly ease this robe off yer sexy body. Run ma hands ova every inch...every curve of ya till yer wreathin’ beneath me in pleasure.” 

She heard his want and it made her throb between her thighs. Immogene was indeed growing warm and she watched transfixed as his fingers moved up and up again.

Raphael brushed his thumb along the side of her breast once more, smirking as he watched her mouth open in a silent moan before letting his fingers glide up closer. He lowered his head to her neck, but left his eyes on her in the mirror as he as he left a tender kiss just below the lobe, “I’m gonna drag ma tongue ova those perfect peaks of yers befer easin’ em inta ma mouth so I can suck and lick em till yer drippin’ wet...,” his eyes gave a predatory glow.

Her breathing became deeper as he painted a very clear picture in her mind. She shifted again, her sex was beginning to ache in an unfamiliar way. Moving also made her realize she was indeed, growing damp. She licked her lips as she realized she wanted what he was saying. 

She slowly turned to face him. His massive body towered over her. Chewing her lip she undid the tie of the belt at her waist.

His golden orbs widened a fraction when the robe parted just enough to see the puckered edge of her areola. Gliding his tongue along his scarred lips, the Brute felt his cock throb and press against his slacks at the sight before him.

She wet her lips and spoke. “Go ahead. Do what you said.” She blushed. She wanted to see if what he said felt as good as it sounded. Breathing hard she raised her hand up and pulled the silk aside, just so that the rosy hard bud of her nipple was revealed.

Lips curling into a smirk, the Brute gave a deep rumble at the words leaving her luscious lips. Fuck he loved it when she was bold. There was still a hint of uncertainty in her fierce emerald gaze, but he was determined to make it go. His fingers gently combed through her fiery locks as he gazed deeply into her eyes, “Oh it will be good. I’ll make sure ya feel nothin but pleasure from this.”

His confidence had her biting her inner lip. So sure was he? A slight flicker of challenge entered the green depths of her eyes. “Show me.”

His eyelids lowered as his golden orbs gave a warm glow as her hair slowly flowed down from his fingers like a stream of fire, “I know yer still nervous kitten.” Her eyes flashed. “So, I’m gonna promise ya somethin ’ At any point ya don’t feel comfortable wit it. All ya hav ta do is tell me ta stop,” Raph’s rumble grew in volume as he caressed his thumb against her cheek. His fingers slowly glided along her jaw, “I’ll stop,” He quirked his lips and snickered and gently grasped her jaw, “Even though it will be fuckin’ hard ta, I will.”

She held her head high as he spoke. Odd, his touch was reassuring. She licked her lips and gave him a slow nod of her head.

Brushing his thumb along her lower lip, the Brute kept his eyes locked with her hypnotic orbs and inched his body closer. Raph then brushed his lips against her in a soft tender kiss.

A little shock rolled through her as she expected him to go straight for her nipple. But, when his lips touched hers she found herself leaning towards him. It shouldn’t work. His size against hers shouldn’t match as perfectly as it did. 

Smirking against her lips at her response, Raph reluctantly eased his lips away from her lightly nipping her lower lip. He then muttered in a deep husky tone, “Want me ta stop?” 

Her eyes narrowed. Those eyes of his were way too calculating. “No. I don’t.” She focused on keeping steady breaths as she waited for what he would do next.

The Brute moved another few inches down. “Want me to stop?”

She shook her head.

His knuckles every so slightly tipped her head back so he could have more access to her neck. Raph couldn’t help the smirk that grew each time she said no to him stopping. 

He moved slowly and a soft hiss left her lips when she saw his smirk. “What are you doing, Raphael?” That fucking smirk and the game he must be playing was like a battering ram to her senses. He lowered his head again. This time she gasped as he made her learn that is lips on her neck made the nerves in her side vibrate. 

The Brutes finger left her chin to gently massage the back of her neck before easing down her curves and pulled her just a little closer. “Yer fuckin’ body.”

She trembled. “What about it?”

He chuckled and the sound had gooseflesh forming on her shoulders. 

“I’m gonna show ya the answer ta that.” He let his tongue leave his lips and swiped it over her neck.

Immogene uttered a sharp but still quiet moan.

Dragging his tongue along her collar bone the Brutes eyes burned brightly as he pressed a kiss near the top of her breast. She arched slightly, almost as if she was trying to put her nipple in his mouth.

“How ‘bout now? Still want me ta keep goin?” Raph’s smirk widened as his fingers lightly brushed a small circle at her hip bone knowing how she was starting to get frustrated.

“Absolutely.” Her voice was now husky and her fingers were gripping onto his shirt. She wanted to know...needed to know what it felt like.

A deep pleased chuckle left him at the husky tone coming from this fiery beauty. He was enjoying watching the woman start to melt under his lips alone. “Heh, as ya wish.” Raph rumbled deeply and slowly dragged his tongue towards her aching peak. Despite how his baser instinct just wanted to suck that nipple into his wet hot mouth, the Brute resisted and pressed a soft kiss on her it before gliding his tongue around her areola.

He was giving meaning to the phrase as slow as a turtle. She watched, unable to look away at his scarred lips at her peak. “Ah.”

His eyes were on her. She knew he was aware of her at all times, but this was something else. Every sound she made, every move guided his actions. She trembled again as his hands began to wander. She felt hot, the silk in the way of her feeling his rough skin. Her head fell back when he began to flick her peak with his tongue.

‘Mmm holy shit! I would hav done this soona had I known yer eyes could spark like that kitten,’ Raph mused to himself as he continued to tease her peak. He felt his chest vibrate with approval and his cock pulsate eagerly at all the sweet sounds coming from those plump lips of hers. He wanted to hear more! He desperately needed to hear her call his name in wanton need.

A mischievous dark glint sparked in his eyes.

She knew that look, he did it when he was utterly pleased with something.

Raph’s flexible tongue slowly slithered around her nipple. He wrapped it around the peak and gently tugged before sucking it into his warm and wet mouth. 

“Oh god.” Her hands snapped to his shoulders and her sex pulsed.

Growling in arousal, the Brutes lips wrapped firmly around her peak and he eagerly sucked and licked it. His hand roamed down her back towards her lovely ass. Cupping the soft flesh, the Brute smirked against her breast before he pulled her hard against him. A soft squeak left her lips when he lifted her up and he carried her to the bed. 

Her eyes were locked on his mouth. They were filled with unknown need, curiosity and just a bit of trepidation as his fingers were so close to her womanhood that when he squeezed, it pulled at her folds. 

Keeping his lips locked around her peak, Raph slowly lowered the beauty into the sheets as his fingers moved from her hip to brush his thumb against her soft flesh before cupping her breast in his large hand. 

His gentleness surprised her.  She knew she was laid back against the mattress, but it didn’t register. The only thing she felt were his hands. Her robe was parted, her breasts in full view. Her collarbone and cheeks flushed with desire. 

She looked up at him and squeezed her thighs tightly together. The ache that was forming almost hurt and she didn’t understand. It felt as if she needed something but didn’t know what. He smirked again and her eyes narrowed.

His large hand palmed her breast she couldn’t help but arch into it.

‘Heh that…fits likes a glove,’ His hands were large and yet her breast fit perfectly within its grasp. Raph smirked before giving a deep growl against her skin. His other finger slowly glided over rosy bud of the her other breast. He arched a cocky brow as he suckled. “Want me ta keep goin?” He lifted his head and waited for her answer.

She hissed sharply. “Yes!”

The brutes eyes sparked in approval and his thick fingers gently tugged on her nipple before scissoring them over it. 

Flicking his tongue against her peak, the Brutes lips clamped around the bud.

Immogene’s back arched and she mewled.

Easing his knee between her clenched thighs, he felt her stiffen. The Brute let his other hand wander down to her hip and began to gently massage the area. “Just tell me ta stop. It’s ok.” 

She shook her head and let her legs slowly fall apart.

Pressing his knee against her core she cried out and it was fucking music to his ears. Raph gave one more hard suck to her nipple before letting it fall from his mouth with an audible pop. 

Immogene was breathing hard. His thick thigh between hers. She knew her wetness was staining his slacks.

“Do ya have any fuckin’ clue how gorgeous ya are?” He growled and pressed his knee harder against her and was rewarded with another cry of pleasure from her lips. His nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of the aroused scent. “Fuckin’ hell woman.” She was going to kill him.

She blushed deeply and an urge to pull away formed. She was getting him wet with her juices, it wasn’t something that men enjoyed. Was it?

“Yer scent..it’s makin’ me so fuckin’ hard right now.” He smirked widely. His cock felt like it was going to rip through his zipper.

She blinked and then looked down. “Oh fuck.” The curse left her lips. What she was seeing was as big as the rest of him. He husband had been a large man, but Raphael was on a whole other level of huge. 

Raphael couldn’t help chuckling deeply. He knew the reaction the size of his shaft inspired. His eyes slitted and his lips turned into a predatory grin. “I need ta taste ya.”

Immogene gasped and blinked. He was serious.

“Tell me. Do ya want me ta stop?” He looked down and her and pushed his knee against her sex harder.

“No.” The word left her lips on a whimper.

The terrapin rumbled. “Atta girl.”

Lowering his head he pressed soft kisses between her breasts and his other fingers continued to gently toy and tug at her nipple. He brushed his snout down her front towards her heated core. 

As he went, he left open mouthed kisses all along her skin. His massive and muscular body lowered more and more until he was between her thighs.  He settled himself between them, wiggling his shoulders and getting her to spread wider for him. 

Immogene’s hands came up and went over her eyes. Each kiss had almost felt like it burned. She was almost shaking. What he was doing just wasn’t done! She cracked her fingers open to peer through and gasped over the look in his eyes. “Shit.”

Gently he coaxed one of her legs over his shoulder, the move spreading her open to his gaze. He hovered just above her swollen pussy lips. The scent making his mouth water.

She was now panting.

He held her gaze for another moment for finally letting himself look at her pussy. A loud rumble filled the room. The lips of her sex were flushed, the folds shiny with arousal and the light from the fire flickered against the slick. The bead of her clitoris had come out from its hood. He growled. 

Immogene didn’t realize it, but she was clenching her muscles. The entrance to her depths was almost winking at the male. Her body knew what it wanted even if she didn’t. 

Reluctantly the Brute lifted his gaze from her swollen pussy lips to her lovely face. He started to lower his head and then suddenly stopped.

Meeting her emerald orbs, the Brute’s lips slowly curled into what only could be called, a shit eating smirk.

Her hips shifted a fraction, beckoning him back down.

Arching a mischievous brow at the roll of her hi, he rumbled. “Want me ta stop?”

She looked at him wide eyed and then her eyes narrowed. She was tempted to throw a pillow at him. Feeling herself drip her emerald eyes sparked and the flame that he was stirring to life inside of her came to full force. The bold words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. 

“Your dark promises of pleasure mean nothing unless you put that mouth to use for something other than talking, Raphael.”

Staring intensely at the fiery beauty for a moment, the Brute barked out a deep belly laugh. “Hahaha. Ha!” Raphael was no stranger to fucking, but he’d never laughed like this in bed. That tongue of hers!

His rolling laughter deepened into an aroused and desire filled rumble and he gently nipped the woman’s inner thigh before sensually dragging his tongue on the spot. “Bold words, Immogene.” He smirked. “I’m gonna satisfy demand, but yer in for a fuckin’ surprise.

Her eyes sparked again at his words. Confident in his skill, was he? Some part of her wanted to scoff. But...there was that look in his eyes. A look that stirred something inside of her. A look that made goose flesh rose on her hips, a look that made her think that he was entirely focused on her. 

Pressing his snout against her skin, he slowly trailed it up her inner thigh. Raph’s golden orbs sparked as her dampness soaked into his skin as he inched closer towards his prize. 

When he didn’t flinch over her wetness she trembled.

“Hope yer prepared...kitten,” His eyes narrowed almost challengingly at the woman, “Cause yer bout ta find out just how skillful this mouth of mine is.” Raph growled and not even giving her a second to think over his words he dragged his long tongue up the entire length of her pussy. 

She cried out and then what he’d been waiting for finally happened. “Raphael!” 

Hearing his name had him burying his face in her sex. “Fucking finally!” 

Rumbling deeply at the sweet taste of her arousal, the Brute’s tongue worked the entire length of her folds. His hand slipped under her to grope and gently knead her ass. He gently sucked her outer lips before letting his tongue slither along the edges. 

Her head fell back and she tossed it from side to side. Her whole body making little movements at the assault on her most sensitive flesh. “Oh!” Immogene’s eyes squeezed shut as he found her clitoris. Nothing in her entire life had felt this good. 

She cried out and moaned his name at the same time a slow burn was building in her belly. The sounds of him feasting on her slick pussy filled the room. She felt moisture drip down her ass crack.

The Brute smirked against her folds as his tongue circled around her swollen clit before lightly brushing his lips against. His tongue lapped eagerly at the folds of her pussy. Needing more, his thick fingers spread her further apart. 

Her hands fisted into the sheets. She watched as his head moved, licking her. His tongue circled her bead and a constant rumble could be heard emitting from his chest.

He pressed his wet appendage firmer against her folds to collect as much of her essence as he could. Normally, he would have thrust his tongue deeply into her quivering pussy by now and fucked her with it until she saw stars, but the Brute held himself back. He didn’t want to overwhelm her…yet. 

Emphasis on try! Seeing her emerald eyes spark and hearing the sweet sounds coming from those lips of hers was making his willpower hang by a thread. He growled in her sex as the ache in his cock became too much. For fuck sakes, he was thrusting his hips into the mattress.

Keeping his gaze locked on hers, the Brute greedily lapped at her folds all the while his hand slowly trailed down his front towards his pants.

His eyes slitted with a ravenous lust as the room suddenly filled with the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

Immogene gasped as the terrapin began to pump his cock. “Raph!”

Gripping his shaft, he firmly pumped and twisted the length as he licked her folds in sync with his hand. Growling against her folds, the Brutes thumb rubbed against a sensitive nerve as he pumped faster. Swirling his tongue around her clit once more, the Brute’s lips curled as he brushed his lips against her clit before wrapping firmly around her pearl. 

Flicking his tongue against the hard nub, precum dripped from his bulbous head as he gave her clit a good hard suck and his lips and chest vibrated in a deep rumble.

Her thighs began to shake. Giving her pleasure, tasting her, had aroused him to fuck his hand.

She was close, he could feel it. Growling loudly he began to move his head from side to side.

“Raphael!” Her hands moved down to his head and her pussy lifted more against his mouth. She rolled her hips, fucking herself on his face. Her whole body tensed as she skyrocketed into her first orgasm.

Her using his face had his hips jerking. His thick cock expanded in his hands and his seed gushed out and onto the sheets. His balls pulsated and pushed up against his cock emptying his huge load as he swallowed everything of her that he could. 

He tried holding on her, but in a move that surprised him she managed to pull away and scooted back until she was against the headboard.

A deep aroused chuckle left his throat as he slowly dragged his tongue along his chin and lips making sure he tasted every last drop of her. “I guess ya needed me ta stop now, huh?”

Her eyes then narrowed a fraction at the comment. He had made her completely lose herself. Holding his gaze like a deer kept a leopard in its sights she inhaled shakily.

Giving a deep husky chuckle while he slowly crawled towards her.

All of a sudden she turned her head. This wasn’t forced. In fact, she had pulled his face closer to her core, even rubbing her sex against it. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

Immogene didn’t realize that a part of what she was feeling was vulnerability. He’d stripped her bare and had her throwing caution to the wind. All over that damnable tongue of his. He hadn’t lied. His mouth was skilled.  

Hovering above her sexy body, the Brute gently brushed her hair behind her ear, “There’s just one more thing ta do,” He rumbled deeply.

Dragging his finger down her cheek and along her jaw, the brute turtle curled his finger under her chin and lifted her head towards him. He kissed her deeply.

She tasted herself on his lips and sighed into the kiss. She was still sensitive and the echoes of the pleasure rippled through her. 

When he moved away she met his eyes and blushed at his grin. She blinked and opened her mouth as of to say something, but she didn’t really know what to say.

The Brute chuckled. Smirking widely, his thick thumb gently brushed against her chin as he gazed down at her intensely. “That’s how it’s supposed ta feel, woman.”

A deep laugh sounded in his chest. “Just so ya know... now that I’ve gotten a taste of ya,” the Brute growled lowly as he gazed at her with hunger still in his eyes, “I plan ta eat ya as much as I can.”

Immogene shivered and she looked at him intently. “Fine by me.” There might have been a hint of a smile that tugged at the corners of her lips.

Raphael rumbled deeply with a smile. “Atta girl.”

To be continued…

She sighed loudly. She had been looking at him more, of course trying to be unobtrusive, but not always successful. The male was so different from her husband. Each day his actions showed that he wanted an equal partner in leading The Foot. Even more surprising was how he seemed to want individuals to hold her in regard, but with a healthy dose of respect of what she was capable of. 

The Foot were starting to treat her differently. Of course there were some that were quietly or more vocal about the changes, but the turtle was making it clear this was the way it was going to be. Often, if she was disrespected, whether through a passive aggressive comment or an outright confrontation, the male let her handle the situation. On some occasions she would hear a rumble of approval when the shit disturber was put in his place by her tongue. He was amused by her. She was well aware of this, but there wasn’t any negative connotations associated with the feeling. 

“Mistress Immogene are you ready to go to your studio?” The wolf mutant had poked his head into the room. “If so, Shouto is on his way and we shall be able to leave shortly.” The Foot had gone to receive a package on her behalf. Everything that was brought to her was inspected before she was able to accept it.

She gave him a nod and started gathering the folder with her most recent sketches within. There had been a change in her guard. After meeting Gabriella, Trax had approached both Raphael and her and asked to be the smaller woman’s personal guard. His reasoning had put a look of understanding in the turtle’s eyes that made her look at him. The triceratops said that the smaller female reminded him of his younger sister who had been killed in an attack a few years ago. He’d then recommended Shouto as his replacement. She had observed the Brutes reaction to that particular request. The terrapin had started pacing while he was thinking it over. He’d looked to her and she felt confident enough to give him a nod, showing him she was fine with what Trax had suggested. Raph looked to her before giving his consent. Later, he’d told her that when he was younger, Shouto had been one of The Foot that he’d encountered many times. It was only when he got older that he realized he had a healthy respect for the man. He was one of The Foot that actually seemed to follow the old code of Bushido. Shouto had been sworn in the next day and the relationship seemed to be working out. 

“Good morning gentleman.” Both males gave her a salute and they began their way to her studio. 

When they were approaching her the door Fang suddenly stopped. Immogene looked at him questioningly and the wolf made a signal for both her and Shouto. He wanted them on guard. She slowly walked to the door that led into her space and opened it. 

“Immogene! Get in the studio now and close the door!” She scrambled to obey and just as she was closing the door she saw Akito drop from somewhere above. The ring of steel blades could be heard through the wood. There was nothing she could do. Maybe when her and Gabriella went on their shopping trip she could look into getting a dagger put into the bodice of her corsets. God knew she had enough cleavage to support a long enough blade. Immogene hated feeling helpless. With Raphael, the feeling was starting to dissipate. She was also gaining the desire to be able to do something about it. A deep and sinister chuckle sounded from the back of the room and it made her blood run cold. “Slash!”

Fang ducked and felt the blade shave a bit of the fur off the top of his head. His eyes widened when he heard his charge yell out the name of the more than insane swamp turtle. Shouto swore under his breath and tried to get past Akito’s guard. The man was in front of the door and had no intention of letting them past. He only needed to hold them off for a few minutes. That would be enough time for the beast to take care of the woman. “That’s right. She’s dead.” He chuckled while fending off the attacks from both of the males. “You see, Slash has been quite lonely in the holding cells. Well, other than the occasional treats I’ve been able to get in for him.” 

Shouto shouted. “Go and get Master Raphael now! I will take care of Akito!” His eyes narrowed. “This is personal.” Fang paused for only a moment and then on a growl ran as fast as he could.

Immogene’s eyes frantically searched the room for any kind of a weapon. The swamp turtle mutant was stalking her slowly. Her stomach twisted at seeing the madness in his eyes. 

“I got something real special planned for you.” He turned his body sideways so she could see his spikes were now tipped with steel that had been filed to a deadly point. “How about a piggy back ride? The more I bounce around, the more you get stuck.” He laughed over his own words.  

She managed to maneuver herself over to her easel. Stopping in front of it, she palmed a paintbrush in one hand and a glass bottle of turpentine in the other. It was all she had. If she swung the easel at him it would only break against his plastron or shell with no damage done.

“What are you gonna do? Paint me to death?” The turtle laughed and it sent a violent chill down her spine. The beast took a deep breath. “Ahhh, I love the smell of fear before a meal. It sure builds my appetite!” 

Seeing him lower his massive spiny head she waited until the last second before rolling away. The moment caused her pencil skirt to rip. She ignored it. Besides it made it easier for her to move. 

Slash eyed the creamy thigh. “You have a lot of meat on those legs of yours. Sure, there’s some tough muscle but there’s also a layer of nice juicy fat over it. I like it. Makes the flesh more juicy.” A string of drool dripped from the corner of the turtle’s lips making her pale and her stomach roll with queasiness. She’d never seen the grisly aftermath of his torture, only heard rumours that he enjoyed dining on his kills. “Cook you low and slow after I tenderize and marinate you in your own blood.”

Fear rippled through her over his words. There was something seriously wrong with this creature. Seeing her discomfiture the swamp turtle laughed. 

He was toying with her. Playing with the fear of him that had been instilled within her from the day she arrived. She took a deep breath and inwardly focussed on slowing her heart rate. Her fear would get her killed. At the thought, an awareness grew within her and the colour of her eyes deepened. Oruko had trained her brutally, knowing she could never defeat him. The few times she’d tried, others had suffered. That threat had been effectively removed with her husbands death. The swamp turtle was going to die. She just had to be smart about it.

Raphael looked up from his desk when Fang came bursting into the room. “Attack! Immogene’s in trouble!” The wolf panted out the words.

The Brute said nothing and bolted out of the room in the direction that the wolf pointed.

Immogene dodged a swipe but the spiny flesh of the back of swamp turtle’s hand grazed her arm. She hissed at the sting but ignored the now dripping blood. 

Slash bent down and swiped his finger over a drop of her blood. Lifting the digit to his lips his tongue licked out and wiped it clean. “Ripe for the eating.” 

She took advantage of his gloating and ran at him. She slammed the bottle of turpentine on his head and the glass broke, the liquid spilling into the turtles eyes. He roared and she kicked off his front before his arms managed to grab her. His claws caught her side and she winced feeling a couple of them pierce her flesh. 

The turtle wiped at his eyes trying to rub the chemical away. In doing so he only made it worse. “What’s the matter, Slash? Your meal have a bit more bite than you expected?” She readied herself for the charge that she knew would come. 

Raphael turned the corner and saw Akito and Shouto head to head. Their katanas sliding against one another, both straining to push back the other. He put on another burst of speed.

Akito saw his death in those golden eyes, but it would be worth it. 

The swamp turtle roared again and she resisted putting her hands over her ears. It was now or she was dead. He took one step and then another, his eyes half closed and leaking with tears. His vision was blurry, not only was there turpentine, but a few shards of glass had gotten into his eyes when he’d rubbed them. “Time to die, you worthless female!”

Immogene waited until his arm wrapped around her waist and he lifted her off her feet. She lifted her hand with the paintbrush and slammed it as hard as she could into the small earhole on the side of the turtles head. 

Slash’s eyes went wide and all movement stopped. The sickly yellow orbs swivelled to her and a sardonic smile came over her face. “Oops.” His mouth opened like he was about to say something but it only opened and closed making her think of a goldfish. It was then the mutants legs collapsed and they both went down. A grunt of pain left her lips when they hit the floor and her injured arm connected with the marble. The turtle then rolled on top of her, pinning her to the ground.

The door slammed open and Raphael came in. There was rage burning in his eyes. His fist already covered in blood from demolishing Akito’s face. The man was still alive but out of his mind as he ran at seeing the spill of red mahogany hair from underneath the turtle.

“Immogene!” He roared and yanked the swamp turtle off of her like he was a rag doll. There was blood around her and he crouched down. A shocking feel of relief rolled through him when her green eyes opened. “There ya are.”

Gently he helped her stand, he tilted her chin making her look up at him. “Ya alright?” 

She snorted. “Mostly…but he’s not.”

Raph tore his gaze away from her and looked at the body. How had she killed him? There was no weapons in the room. His eyes squinted seeing something sticking out of the swamp turtles ear. A loud rumbling laugh filled the room. “Ya took him out with a fuckin’…”, The Brute was laughing so hard he could barely speak. “ha! That’s rich!”

Shouto and Fang came into the room. They looked at each other and then at the couple standing in front of them. The body of the swamp turtle in a heap beside them. “Uh, boss?” Fang said with a confused tone.

Raphael didn’t look at his two Foot soldiers, but grinned down at the woman. Ever so gently he moved a curl away from her face. “Ya know, I’ve always considered myself…creative… when it came ta murder weapons, but she, she takes the fuckin’ cake. She used a fuckin’ paintbrush and made a kabob outta Slash’s fuckin’ brain!” He chuckled deeply again and surprising everyone including the woman and pressed his forehead against hers. “Cleva girl.”

Immogene looked into the golden eyes and gave the Brute of a terrapin a shock when a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. ‘Fuck, she’s gorgeous when she smiles.’ 

“Let’s get ya cleaned up, sweetheart.” He put his arm around her waist and they started walking out of the room. Later he would have to think how afraid he’d been when he heard that she was in trouble. Yes, he wanted a partner that was as strong as he was, but his fear suggested that maybe there was something else as well.

After Amber had helped her shower and get her wounds dressed she was brought to her dressing table. The woman picked up the brush and started working on her hair. “I can’t believe…well I can, but killing Slash with a paintbrush?”

A self satisfied smile formed on her lips when she looked at herself in the mirror. “I’m just glad he’s finally gone.”

Raphael was trying not to listen, but failing in not hearing the women’s conversation. He sipped his whiskey and walked back and fourth in front of his desk. Immogene was different, very different from any woman he’d met. Women to him were a passing distraction. He knew one day he would have to take a partner when he came back to New York and all he had been hoping for was someone that didn’t annoy him and had a modicum of intelligence. Faithfulness was not a requirement. But, she not only didn’t aggravate him, she made him laugh and most surprisingly of all, seemed to have a calming influence. He huffed a breath and shook his head. 

He looked back over at the two woman and growled lowly in seeing the large bruising around Immogene’s shoulder. ‘A fuckin’ paintbrush.’ A smile formed on his lips. Yeah, she was somethin’ else. He’d already made the order to have the shell mounted in the main chambers with the paintbrush in a glass case below. Without really realizing what he was doing, he began walking over to the two.

Both women looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to say what was on his mind. Why else would he have come over?

“Amber, yer dismissed for the evening.” The brunette paused mid stroke. Raph sighed loudly, not in exasperation, but in wondering what he was doing.

Immogene gave him a long look before nodding to Amber. “It’s alright. I’ll ring for you if I need you.”

After she left Immogene looked at the brush and started to reach for it. Her hair was only half done. Shaking her head she met the Brute’s golden gaze. “I suppose you’re going to brush my hair now?” Her tone was exasperated, there was no way she actually expected him to help, she would just have to do the best she could. It was such a female thing, but if her hair wasn’t brushed through it would be a rats nest by morning. 

Her eyes widened as the turtle picked up the brush and knelt behind her. “I call ya kitten, but this time I think the cat got yer tongue.”

She swallowed deeply and braced herself for the tugging that was surely to follow. Instead she found herself glancing back at him over her shoulder. His strokes were gentle. Her breath hitched a little when he grabbed a handful of her hair like he was going to put in a ponytail so that she would feel even less. “I suppose it did.”

Raphael chuckled and met her eyes in the mirror. “I don’t mind helpin’ ya, but I do have an anterior motive.”

Immogene’s eyes narrowed. “And that would be?” Her tone was a little sharp but she found herself more curious. 

A smirk formed on the Brutes lips. “This lets me get close.” Keeping a hold of her eyes he moved in and leaned into her back. “Real close.”

Her heart started a tattoo that beat strongly in her chest. “Why, aren’t you close enough?”

The behemoth of a terrapin leaned in closer to her ear. In a slow and yet exaggerated motion he shook his head. “As for the why, I’m gonna show ya.” His golden eyes were molten in the light. The severity of what almost happened was bringing something out of him. He needed to be near her, to feel the vitality that made her up under his hands. He had to push her, just a little, give her a taste of what he could make her feel. He had told her he would make her crave him and he was going to start right fuckin’ now.

His set down the brush but didn’t stop working her hair, except now it was with his fingers. He moved some of her thick and still slightly damp tresses away from her neck and brushed his snout along the column. “Tha smell of ya.” 

She shivered but not with fear. This was a feeling that was completely unfamiliar to her. “What about it?”

He grinned feeling the gooseflesh pebble on her neck. “It’s delectable. It makes me want to see if ya taste as good as yer scent.” 

Immogene swallowed hard. “Why…would…you want to…taste me?”

A dark chuckle left his lips and he daringly swiped his tongue over the back of her shoulder blade. A small sound came out of her throat. “Oh because I want to. Ya see, I take great pleasure…nah, more like I get off on making a woman scream ma name. Ya have never felt what a man can make ya feel and I’m gonna give that ta ya first.”

Her eyes shot open at the pulse of feeling she felt below and she saw her now flushed cheeks in the mirror. “Raphael…I…”.

“Shh. Not tonight. Tonight, I’m givin’ you a taste before I taste you. Before I crawl in between your legs and fill my mouth with your pussy.”

He watched with dark amusement when he saw her nipple show through the silk of her nightgown. The robe she was wearing was open just enough for him to get a glimpse of that hard little peak. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

Her lips parted but she didn’t know what to say. She shifted on her stool and was surprised to feel a dampness that made her thighs slippery. What was this? Was something wrong with her?

Almost reading her thoughts and of course his mutant sense of smell picking up her scent he gently gripped her waist and started sliding his hand up. The other rested below the puncture wounds she’d received. 

She watched almost mesmerized seeing the large hand move up higher and higher until it rested just below her breast. She sat still, waiting on bated breath for what he would do next. 

He chuckled and it made her throb in a place she didn’t know she could throb in. Leaning in again he gently brushed his thumb along the side of her generous globe of flesh. Immogene jumped a little in her chair and then he moved away and stood. 

Only by the control that he gained by his training had he managed not to let his cock descend. She wasn’t ready to see that yet. Even if it was covered by his slacks. He held back the groan over seeing her aroused. “That’s enough fer tonight.”

Immogene blinked. She looked away. Had she been really about to ask him to keep going? 

Raphael cupped her cheek turning her face towards his. “I’m going to take care of a couple of things before bed. It will give you some time to think of how yer feeling right now and understand I made ya feel like that. I can also make ya feel a lot more than that, kitten.”

She composed herself quickly. “You take care of what you need to take care of and don’t worry about what I’ll be thinking about.”

A smirk broke out over his lips. “Goodnight, kitten.”

Raphael needed to leave before he changed his mind. He turned and strode towards the door. She had no fuckin’ clue about how she looked right now. He knew if he would have spread her legs he would have found her wet. The thought made his cock come out from his slit and strain against his pants. Damn he needed to take care of this and he knew just where to go.

Knocking on the engraved silver doors an older woman wearing a see through negligee opened the door. She swallowed and then reminding herself who he was she forced a smile on her face. “Master Shredder. How may my girls or myself service you tonight?” She opened the doors and gestured for him to enter.

Coming into the room he looked around. There were various Foot that looked his way. He made a gesture of dismissal and they went back to the women on their laps. From behind one of the closed doors he heard a woman cry out, but ignored it as it wasn’t a sound of pain. He looked to the matron and then at the unoccupied women. There were females human and mutant alike. Different shades of hair and fur, colours of eyes and body types came into view as his eyes scanned the room. He paused coming to the end and then looked again.

“Master Shredder? Is something amiss? Is there…”, the woman choked a little, her worry coming through in the sound, “Is there no one here that meets your tastes?” 

Raph looked at a curvy redhead sitting in the back. After a moment he dismissed her. “Nah, I’m just here ta make sure the boys are treatin’ the women right. I’m sure ya all have heard the new rules. I don’t care if these woman are here ta service tha men. They’re ta be treated with respect.” He looked back to the matron who was looking at him with her eyebrows arched. “Also, ya and yer girls are ta start receiving the money ya earn, all of it. Not a percentage. Every single fuckin’ penny. Ya hear that boys? Yer ta pay tha woman directly.” The Foot in attendance all affirmed that the order would be obeyed. It was different, but it didn’t change how much their charge would be. There were only a few that liked to be rough and none of them were in attendance that night. Lucky for them.

Immogene was putting lotion on her legs. She knew why the terrapin had left. He had gone to seek relief from the ladies of the night. Her lips pursed. Just as she was about to slip under the sheet the door opened and the Brute walked in. What was he doing back so soon?

The terrapin looked at the woman and then towards the bathroom. “That didn’t take as long as I thought. I’m gonna have a shower and then come ta bed. ‘Guess I’ll be digging ma fingers into my own flesh tonight.’ He thought. “I’ll be getting in whether yer asleep or not.” She saw his eyes roam over her body. “Like I said, earlier was enough fer tonight.” He looked at her and she could feel his scrutiny. “I’m glad ya killed that fucker. Good on ya kitten. Just so ya know, I’ll be takin’ care of Akito tomorrow. I want yer opinion on what we are gonna do wit’ him. I’d like yer…”, he grinned widely, “artistic opinion, on the matta.”

A small smile formed on her lips at the look in his eyes. “I look forward to it.”

He nodded. The smirk still on his face. “I wanna acknowledge Shouto and Fang as well. Bein’ who they are, they won’t want a public ceremony, but somethin’ should be done.”

Immogene thought for a moment. “I’ve seen Shouto admiring a blade in one of the rooms. The way he looks at it makes me think it has some meaning to him. Maybe you could present that? He’s not much for monetary recognition…just an idea.”

The terrapin put his hand to his jaw. “That’ll do just fine, kitten. But, you’ll be tha one ta give him the blade.” 

When the bathroom door shut she found herself still smiling. After a moment of thought she realized that yes, she was pleased that he hadn’t taken one of those women. She turned off the bedside table lamp on her side, but left his on low. 

By the time Raphael crawled into bed, he felt a bit better, but jerking himself off was only a temporary relief. He wanted to fist his cock while he was lapping away at her core. Rumbling and forcing himself to think of something else he turned towards the woman beside him after pulling the string on the lamp. “Goodnight, Immogene.”

She inhaled deeply. “Goodnight, Raphael.”

A few days later Raph was looking over the paper, his golden orbs lifted towards the woman’s changing screen. The stirring he had felt the other night came to the forefront of his mind. He remembered when his lips grazed over her smooth skin. His eyes took the same trail over her neck which was in silhouette that his lips had taken. Hearing a knock at the door, Raph quickly shook himself out of the almost hypnotized state that just her shadow had put him in. Judging from the sounds she was almost ready. When she stepped out from behind the screen, he gave her a nod and then turned his attention to the door. “Enta.”

Entering the room, one of the elite members looked between the terrapin and the woman before bowing his head, “Forgive my intrusion Master Shredder, Lady Immogene. There is an important matter that needs your attention, Master. The cargo of vodka just arrived and well, it has been discovered that the contents of the bottles has been watered down. One of the men broke one, which was how the find was made.”

Slapping the paper down on the table, the Brute sighed, “Of fuckin’ course.,” he growled lowly and he rubbed his hand down his face before turning his attention to the soldier. “I’ll be right there. Make sure tha chump that delivered tha goods doesn’t leave until we get this shit straightened out.” The man bowed and hurried to fulfill the instructions he’d been given. 

Standing up from his seat, the large turtle grabbed his suit jacket before glancing down at the woman who was now at his side. He could see the irritation in the green depths of her eyes. The Brutes shoulders instantly relaxed and an approving smirk crossed his lips. ‘Shes lookin’ fierca every day,’ He gently grasped her chin and brushed his forehead against hers, a habit that had been developed since the altercation with Slash. “Have a good day kitten, I’ll see ya in a while.,” He reluctantly turned away from her and left to take care of the situation.

“Fuckin moron! That’s tha last time I hav O’Bryan handlin that. Couldn’t even fuckin’ tell the juice was watered down!,” Raph growled, irritated at how easily the Irish gang leader had been duped. Glaring down at the path ahead of him, he continued onwards hoping his other little charge had managed to translate the documents he needed to move forward with landing a deal with the Russians. Though just as he was about to round the corner he heard an arrogant tone call out, “Oh! Master Shredder! Master Shredder!”

Hearing Baxter Stockmans’ voice, Gabriella held back a squeak as her lithe body jolted back in fear from catching a glimpse of the scientist. “Lady Gabriella wha…”, Traximus stopped talking the moment Gabby’s motioned for him to hush with her finger to her lips. Shaking her head frantically, the young woman pointed to the alcove near them. Trusting the tiny females’ instincts, Trax nodded before moving into the space, protectively placing himself in front of her. If the man and Raphael turned back this way, they would see the woman. 

Gabby nibbled her lower lip nervously, ‘What is that no good scheming scumbag up to now?’ she thought with trepidation.

“Phew finally we are able to meet at last, Master Shredder. I must say you are a very hard erm..individual to pin down, our powerful and illustrious leader,” Stockman stated in fake awe widening his arms for show. Silence was the only thing he was met with. He watched the barbarian reach in his pocket and took it as a sign to continue, “I must say that your show in the arena was quite a spectacle to watch, never have I seen such might displayed before.,” The scientist was using his go to in appealing to the fools brute strength and let his guard down. “My hope was to congratulate you on your victory, but you have yet to stop by the laboratories.,” He arched a brow when the terrapin lit a cigar.

“I’ve been busy,” Raphael gruffly stated and pulled a deep drag from the cigar. He held the smoke in his mouth for a moment before blowing out a ring towards the scientist.

Coughing a little, Baxter pushed down the irritation he felt towards the freak and clasped his hands in front of him, feigning indifference. “Ah yes of course! Intelligent men such as us are constantly busy. One does not wait for opportunity to come our…”,

“Wha tha hell do ya want, Stockman?,” the behemoths bored baritone voice cut through the man’s sentence like a knife. 

Chuckling nervously the man bowed, “Of course…”, putting on a fake smile he continued, “I don’t mean to interrupt you during your tasks, but I wanted to broach with a ‘delicate’ matter I feel needs addressing.” 

The ‘delicate’ part of the mad scientist sentence made Gabbys’ eyes narrowed suspiciously. She forced herself to remain silent when she heart the mutant turtle speak. “Oh? And wha would that be?” 

“Well, you see Master, word has reached my lab that Immogene has recently been in a confrontation with Slash and was injured…”, Baxter shook his head solemnly. “What a horrible ordeal she endured. I knew that menace of a mutant would be trouble, but no one listened to my warnings,” he shrugged, “sad really. This could have easily been preventable.” Noticing the pointed glare, Baxter quickly explained things, “I know that Immogene is an Amazon and is gifted with an extraordinary ability to heal quickly. Typically, I wouldn’t have suggested this so soon considering it is coming close to Immogene’s monthly examination, but with this new development it would be in her ‘best interest’ for me to see her sooner. Perhaps you could convince her to come to my lab oh…say this afternoon or evening. You know how some women can be with seeing a doctor, mostly concerned about their private matters.”

Baxter waited while holding his breath. Exhilaration then coursed through him when the imbecile before him rubbed his chin like he was thinking it over. ‘Oh, Baxter Stockman you clever genius! Once again, you’ve astounded yourself with your brilliant mind. The fool, even a single celled amoeba has a bigger brain cell than this juggernaut of a moron. Pure childs’ play, it’s almost sad how easily manipulated this incompetent oversized individual is. To think he truly believes that I will help the Amazon.' A dark sinister glint passed the over mans’ eyes, ‘Oh I most assuredly will help. Help myself to what is that amazing DNA of hers. She will look very nice dissected and gutted open on my examination table…,’ He was so eager to carry out his dastardly plans, he didn’t notice how the turtle was looking at him or know there were other privy to their conversation. 

Grasping Traximus shirt tightly, Gabby’s amber eyes widened in horror at realization that the evil scientist was trying to get Immogene all by herself. ‘NO! He…The bastard, he just wants to…’, she quickly shook her head, clearing the images Baxters’ previous test subjects, aka victims filled her mind. She couldn’t allow this to happen.

“Mmm a’right.,” The Brute’s gruff words made Gabby gasp softly not wanting to believe he was actually considering it. A pleased and triumphant smile crossed the scientists’ lips. “I’ll bring this up ta Immogene.”

Baxter narrowed his eyes for just a second before pushing his point. “Just remember, Immogene will probably be against this appointment, she always tries to make some kind of excuse. Poor dear, I have her bed interests at heart.” Raphael only nodded.

“Excellent. I will have all the preparations ready by the time she arrives.” Turning to walk back the way he came, Baxter waved back, “Oh don’t you worry about a thing Master Shredder. I will give her nothing but special treatment,” the last words were spoken with a dark malicious tone. Now that things were settled, all he had to figure out was if he should cryofreeze the woman’s remains for future studies, or put them in formaldehyde filled jars? Oh, he would figure it out at some point, now all he had to do was wait and start planning a way to get the little dragon mutt in his grasp as well. With Immogene gone, chaos would sure follow and he could probably get the brute of a terrapin as well.

Staring after the scientist, the turtle tsked his tongue in disgust, “Finally got rid of tha bastard. He hasn’t changed one bit. God can that fucka cam still yap.” he growled. Closing his eyes, the males’ lips pursed taking a deep drag from his cigar before sighing, “Got somethin’ ta add ta all of this, little pixie?” The Brute had been aware of both Gabby and Traximus presence the whole time.

“Yes.” Gabby managed to stutter out and stepped out from the alcove. She sighed heavily, “I do have something to add.” Holding the files tightly, Gabby approached the gigantic male. “Please. You can’t let Immogene go anywhere near Baxter Stockman. That madman has no good intentions towards her whatsoever,” she firmly stated before stopping in front of the male.

“Oh? Tell me why that is? Isn’t he the head scientist of this joint,” Raph calmly asked intrigued with the sudden boldness of the small woman.

Judging the turtle’s expression, Gabby stood tall andcontinued, “He is. But even so the previous Shredder and my,” her glowed angrily as she softly hissed, “ex’ husband never left us alone with him during our examinations.” The folders full of documents made a crinkling sound as she twisted them to try and calm her nerves. There was a glint of fear that darkened the womans eyes while she reminisced, “From day one, Baxter spoke of his intention for us. More specifically he wanted to experiment and dissect both myself and Immogene for our unique DNA to further his research.,” she sighed sadly and her eyes grew distant, “I couldn’t tell you how many times Oroku and Kanto brought us down to the lab to show us what happened to Baxters ‘test subjects.’ They did this to help us remember to behave ourselves.” 

Shaking her head of the images of the deceased, Gabby did not notice the dark enraged look in the turtle’s eyes, nor that Traximus fists were clenched tightly. “I know I have no physical proof to back my claim. But believe me, Baxter is a snake that will lie to get what he wants. He is arrogant and so full of himself that I have no doubt he believes that he effectively fooled you. He never thought highly of mutants to begin with. I beg of you please don’t…”, She snapped her head up and the words stalled in her her throat when a large hand encompassed her shoulder. 

“No beggin’ needed or required. Thought I told ya that.” Giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, he put his hand firmly in his pocket and sighed, “Ain’t ma first time wit tha pompous douchebag. Creep hasn’t changed one bit. Still blowin’ hot gas out of that snivelin’ flappa of his. Probably thinks it makes him smarta or some shit.,” he then chuckled darkly, “don’t worry bout it, I’ll deal wit im.”

Putting out his cigar in a nearby plant he looked to the woman. “Now then. Ya got something fer me?” Gabby went over to the plant and pick out the cigar bud, making the Brute chuckle.“Huh oh..uhh,” looking at the files she handed them to the behemoth. 

She watched as the turtle’s eyes darted over the pages. “Nice work.” He gave her a nod.  “Wait!,” she exclaimed when the male began to walk away. “Why did you let me speak if you already knew about Baxter?”

Traximus chuckled at this while a wide smirk crossed the Brute lips, “Why? Heh well that’s easy.,” he glanced at the woman over his shoulders, “I wanted ta see tha fire in yer belly. Plus..ya gave me even more ammunition,” his tone dripped with menace. “I’m sure ya can undastand that I want ta go ova this wit Immogene first though right?” 

Staring at the the terrapins shell the young woman was struck dumbfounded by the by his words, “Yeah…I think I do.” She shook her head and then looked up at a smiling mutant triceratops. “Your boss is an ‘interesting’ individual Trax.,” she said which earned a knowing laugh from him.

To be continued…