Title

Captain America

by izenrann
Storyline Medieval Madness
Characters Captain America Tigra
Category
Previous Chapter There's a noise at the door to her bedchamber. Someone's come to see Tigra!

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"Steve?" gasped Tigra in wonder. "What are you doing here?" Standing in the doorway, smiling broadly at her, was none other than Steve Rogers, otherwise known as Captain America.

Of course, like everyone else she knew that had been brought into this world, he looked somewhat different. The Captain America she knew wasn't exactly skinny or thin (at least after he took the super-serum) but the man standing in front or her looked like some kind of Greek god, muscles rippling with every movement. He had let his hair grow out a little, too, and obviously, he didn't have his costume on either. 

It was that last fact that was more than a little distracting for Tigra. Steve was dressed in little more than a loincloth and steel armbands, and Tigra couldn't help that notice that he also seemed to have had certain physical attributes...enhanced. And she wasn't talking about his muscles either. Though those were nice too...she felt another flush of heat go through her as she stared at the superhero. 

Steve was still smiling at her through her brief observation. He gave a lazy wave and spoke. "Tigra! I heard from Tony that you were here. I just came over to say hi." Then he smiled again - a bigger smile this time - and pointed directly at her. "It's not like I'm not enjoying the view, but you might want to put something on."

It was only then Tigra realized that she was stark naked. She shrieked and took a step back, trying unsuccessfully to cover her chest and crotch with her arms. In hindsight it was kind of obvious - she had just woken up after an orgy (which you don't usually wear clothes to) and immediately opened the door - but right now she was just embarrassed. 

Embarrassed...and more than a little aroused. She had been horny when she went to the door, gotten more so as she had looked at the new Steve Rogers, and now, even through her embarrassment, she felt herself moisten as she noticed that the man in the doorway was (despite his words) still looking at her with what could only be described as appreciation. 

"I'll go...put something on." she said as she turned away. With her feline senses, she could feel his gaze on her swaying ass as she walked into the room, and it took a considerable effort of will to control her tail as she began to search for clothes.

Except that there were none to be found. In fact, apart from a dresser at the foot of the bed, there didn't seem to be any other furniture in the room at all. And All she managed to find in that were some strips of cloth that looked like a medieval version of a string bikini...she was probably better off naked. At least she had her fur to give her some sense of modesty - though, thinking back to her experiences ever since coming into this world, she wasn't sure she needed that either.

Steve had come into the room during her search and seemed content to watch her jiggle and sway during her futile search. If anything, his grin had gotten even wider, and his eyes followed her around the room, watching her every motion. 

She couldn't help but think that this was a very different Steve Rogers, and not just in physical terms. While the Captain America she knew wasn't exactly a prude, he could be quite diffident and embarrassed about sexual matters, and had actually walked out of the room once when She-Hulk was recounting an especially exciting nighttime episode. This man, though, seemed to like looking at her, and hasn't seemed to be in the least bothered by her nudity...though he did point it out.

Finally, her search exhausted, she heaved a sigh. If there was nothing to wear, she thought to herself, then she might as well just be honest about it. Yeah right, said another part of her mind. You just want to show him what you have, what you look like now. You WANT him to look. You want him to notice your massive chest, your full behind, your curvy hips, your...

Stop it, she hissed mentally. Momentarily putting away those thoughts, she spun to face Captain America, noting with a mixture of embarrassment, pleasure and arousal that his eyes did immediately shoot to her huge boobs. Well, she thought to herself wryly - it's not as if you could miss them, what with them taking up most of her chest and all. 

"So Cap, you were transported to this world as well?"


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