<div class="floatleft">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/0/77/450558-emma_frost_adam_hughes17_medium.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Milady de Winter</span></span><br/><em>Transgender Terror, Queen of Ice</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>0<strong>SPE:</strong>3<strong>INT:</strong>4<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>1<strong>AGL:</strong>3<strong>PER:</strong>5<br/><br/><strong>The League HQ</strong><br/><br/>Milady de Winter nodded solemnly at the Countess's explanation. She had a very good point. The mystic arts were dangerous to tangle with haphazardly. The mixed blessing of her own alchemically bestowed abilities was a testament to that.  So she listened as the meeting continued. Much like the Countess, Milady de Winter found herself feeling somewhat aroused when the Incubus spoke, her cock starting to stir between her pale thighs. Perhaps that was why she was having such lustful thoughts toward Glamorous. Then again, it really didn't take much to stir a decadent soul like hers. In a way, she felt something of a kinsmanship with the Incubus. They were both ancient predators, seeking to feed.<br/><br/>Since she knew her role,  Milady de Winter rose from her seat.<br/><br/>"If you will pardon moi, I shall retire to my personal chamber. A lady must prepare in advance for such an event."<br/><br/>With a smile to her colleagues, Milady de Winter walked away, making sure to put a little swing in her hips. Yes, she was a seducer but she didn't have a demonic voice to work her charms, she had to do it the good old-fashioned way. And after all these years, there were few who could do it well as Milady de Winter. She had brought countless men under her thumb. Of course, that spell was broken when they found out her secret but by that time the wishes of their tiny minds meant nothing to her.<br/><br/><em>I wonder if I will have the chance to prey on some pretty rich thing at the party before having to get to work,</em>she thought to herself as she made her way through the headquarters. Her private sanctuary reflected her past as French nobility and her fondness for the color white...<br/><br/>(http://blog.arcadianhomedecor.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/8-jgb-interiors.jpg)<br/><br/>The furniture were antiques, just some of the pieces she had plundered over her long life. The "windows" were actually electronic screens that projected life-like scenes of wintery bliss. It was the perfect home away from home. Milady de Winter opened her closet, displaying a variety of outfits she wore as a "super-villain" as well as gowns and other more mundane attire. All of it was white, of course. She had to make sure she had her attire picked out before the weekend event. It would be humiliating to find out she didn't have a decent dress right before the mission was to go down.<br/><br/>Milady de Winter removed the clothes she was wearing and set them on her bed. She caught her reflection in a large antique mirror and had to stop to admire the image it contained. For centuries she had the body of a man even though she knew in her heart and soul she was a woman. Now, thanks to modern science and her accumulated wealth, she had made great strides in correcting that flaw of fate. It was a breathtaking blonde woman in the mirror, statuesque yet sensual. Her breasts were large and firm, not sagging but not looking like hard mounds either. They were exquisite works of art, with pink nipples pointing out. The implants had made her nipples very sensitive, something Milady de Winter found delightful. She lightly caressed them and the sensation not only made her nipples harden but the cock between her legs as well.<br/><br/>That was the one remainder of her original gender. Milady de Winter had chosen to keep her male genitals for now, at least until medical science had perfected the crafting of a vagina.  She simply could not give up the pleasure of orgasms. And her sadistic side loved seeing how her prey reacted to her cock, especially when it was bigger than theirs. It was a long and thick tool, unlike many of her kind Milady de Winter suffered no atrophying from the hormones she took. Perhaps it was a blessing from the uncanny substances that coursed through her body. Whatever the reason, Milady de Winter had no trouble thrusting into either a man or women and exploding inside them. In many cases it was the last thing they felt before their bodies went numb and their worlds went dark.