It was night at Hawk Moth’s secret base. An akuma was rampaging about the city with Adrien and Marinette off as Chat Noir fighting to contain it. That was his method as was his wont to do so, but right now it wasn’t his main goal. Right now, it was only a distraction for him to have his real fun.

Gabriel Agreste was sitting in a lone chair in a room, cast only in a warm lamp light. He was not as the nefarious Hawk Moth, and not in his public face as the dutiful father of Adrien. No, instead he was sitting there in a fancy black suit complete with a red tie and waistcoat under his blazer. Fingers decked out in rings, one foot hanging over his knee. He was looking like a king.

Before him was Chloe Bourgeois. Once a member of the Miraculous team, now she was firmly in alliance to a villain. But right now, she was not in the guise of an akuma form her new master had given her. No, instead she was going about as a perfect lover in the bedroom. Wearing only a sleeveless and sheer golden nightlingerie, that stopped only a little bit higher than where her pussy was, it gave him a perfect view of her. Without her wearing any lingerie underneath, he could see all of her.

“How do I look, daddy?”

He chuckled. “Chloe, I’m not the mayor of Paris.”

“Oh, really?” She giggled one of her trademark laughs. To most people it sounded rather haughty and obnoxious, and even as one of his minions, Gabriel often thought that sometimes. But in the current situation, it only sounded erotic to his ears. She walked on forward, her high heels clacking in the silent room the only sound he could hear.

That close, Gabriel could see so much more of her features. Her naked breasts were appetizing as usual, with her erect nipples pointing out on the fabric. Chloe grabbed his shoulders and leaned forward so their faces were only inches apart. Her makeup was done perfectly, he could smell her perfume, and her lips and eyeshadow were done in gold too. There was a seductive half-lidded look to her eyes. “But I like calling you daddy.”

Gabriel chuckled to himself. He was so much older than her, but he was still a man with a man’s passion. It wasn’t just a man’s pleasure to have someone like this come onto you, but he knew it was probably all the little boys she associated with too. And his appetite for enjoying a fine crumpet like this one hadn’t diminished one bit.

Chloe pressed her lips forcefully on his. He could taste the smooth lip gloss on it before she responded, and her sheer energy and vigor awakened something in him. Giving into it, he kissed her back with just as much passion and energy, and soon their tongues were flowing together. This little girl had an eye for dear son so many times. It pleased the father to know that now he was receiving her beloved affections.

That close, he could feel her breasts moving on his chest. Gabriel had only sat there patiently in his suit, content to play the part of a refined gentleman while sucking face with her, but with her tits all but naked moving on him, her holding him so tightly and having made the first move herself, he was feeling his stoic patience fading away. His penis was flaring up in his pants, and he longed to cast aside his kingly robes.

Reaching his hands up her lingerie, Gabriel fondled her naked tits. Chloe purred pleasantly, he had such big hands, and all blinged out with his fancy rings on her plump flesh, she felt like a little tramp in the hands of a pimp and she loved it. He knew how to use those hands too, massaging her teats while playing with her nipples in between his fingers. It was getting her so wet.