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- 1-Banishing Shadows
- 2-Part Two. After Apocalypse
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Banishing Shadows

Author: Jenskott
Summary: When your soul is sunken in shadows... Who can haul it out?
Notes: This story is inspired in Dark Phoenix Saga.
I've borrowed many lines from the original storyline �I�m paying homage,
not stealing-, and one sentence of one chapter of X-Men Evolution: Power Surge.
It fitted perfectly.
If someone wants reading more of my stories can consult my profile in
FF.Net. And if he or she loves Scott and Jean, can log in Jott
forum (http://jott.1.forumer.com)

Disclaimer: Stan Lee and Jack Kirby created these characters. Chris
Claremont, John Byrne and Terry Austin made the magnificent saga I'm
simultaneously paying tribute and corrupting. And if Marvel thinks I'm going to
give them credit for owning them and screwing them, they're sadly mistaken.
Rating: NC-17 for mutually consensual sex between two persons in love.
Feedback: To jorgisimox@hotmail.com. Please, I need reviews! English
isn't my primary language, so I need much advice.

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Part One. The Taming of the Phoenix-

She wanted being strong.

Loneliness.

She really wanted.

Sorrow.

Her face betrayed no emotion. Her face lied. Underneath the aloof mask
of exhaustion, she wept. She was terrified, more frightened than she had been
in her life. Because she couldn't stop what was happening her. And part of
she... didn't want.

Rage.

Everyone trusted her. He trusted her. But she was too weak. Her mind
reeled with more emotions she had name for and she was too weak. A swirling
turmoil of incomprehensible images assaulted her sanity and she was too weak.
Power beyond imagination lured her and she was too weak.

Hatred.

He trusted her. He loved her. He would forfeit his life for her. But it
was too late. His mind was an open book to her. She knew his feelings, his
thoughts... what he was trying to do... but it was too late. For
her. For them. For...everything.
IT WAS TOO LATE.

Corruption.

Her mind tottered in the brink of the madness. And no longer
she had will or strength for resisting.

Blackness. Darkness.
Shadows.

Shadows. So
beautiful. So mesmerizing. Black and sleek and
cold as ice: ice to match hers burning soul. Ice to freeze
her churning emotions. Ice to soothe her inward pain,
the ravaging agony rending her apart.

And she snapped. She fell. She burnt.

Dark fire consumed her soul. She offered herself to the obsidian flames
and they embraced her, swallowed her whole. And she burnt brighter than never,
a shadow casting shadow. A thirst, a need of power corroded her, inflaming an
inhumane joy, an unquenchable lust in her that no longer could be denied. In
the remote distance, she heard the music of the starlight.

The song of power and fire built to its inevitable crescendo, as a tide
of maddening hallucinations and murky emotions washed over her. Mirages of despair, wrath, hatred, grief, corruption, evil,
gluttony, cruelty, malice, greed. But no longer they
injured her. Her burning soul spread its wings and she soared towards the
abyss.

Sparks. Embers.
Flares. Flames. Blazes. Fire. Firefirefirefirefirefirefirefirefirefirefirefire-

FIRE.

"Against an army, Wolverine, you would at least have a hope of
survival. Against me, you have... NONE!" She
uttered abruptly, her voice an eerie, sinister murmur startled brusquely the
X-Men. They spun abruptly towards her. Shock, fear and horror dripped from
theirs blanched faces.

She rose and spread forward her slender arms as an unholy golden light
emanated from her body and a terrifyingly blank glow filled her eyes. Her long
flame-like locks fluttered in the air. "Hear me X-men! No longer am I the
woman you knew! I am Fire! And LIFE INCARNATE! Now and
Forever... I AM PHOENIX!"

With a vicious grin she whipped her arms upwards. Bright, hot-melting
flames detonated deafeningly around her in an explosive ripple of golden fire
swept and shook the entire sky. The blistering fireblast
disintegrated the Blackbird but it didn't touch the X-Men. They fell towards
the ground... where death awaited them.

Hovering airborne Phoenix observed how they
reacted. Colossus morphed his flesh in indestructible steel, Nightcrawler teleported, Storm picked up Wolverine. Idly
she saw Scott plummeting down helplessly and darted towards him.

A shadow streaked swiftly past her. A sudden, powerful gale of razor wind
blew her backwards.

She shook her head and looked around dizzily... noticing for first time
a tempest was brewing. Thick, raven stormclouds
flooded the sky, and golden streaks of lightning flared on the ebony
atmosphere. A biting wind of arctic coldness howled and sharp, frosty rain
pounded on her. The sky mirrored Storm's emotions.

She stared down. She saw the windrider
carrying Scott.

A black haze slid in on her vision. And clouded her
thoughts with ire.

Instantly she dove towards the bruised, fatigued X-Men, enshrouded in a
bird-shaped aura of luminous blazes. She resembled a beautiful and deadly hawk
attacking theirs shivering, dreadful preys.

"Why are you attacking us?" Screamed her
lover in scared despair. "For pity's sake, Jean-
WHY?"

And she answered: "Ask not for pity from Dark Phoenix, my love.
There is none in her."

She swooped among them, forcing them to flee like scared rabbits. Their
oozing fear pervaded the atmosphere. And she could taste its acrid flavor, a
fuel for the rapture of sensations streamed along her veins. An exhilarating
passion of unbridled power inebriated her and intoxicated her, like a drug.

Below in the ground Colossus was uprooting a massive, gnarled oak trunk.
She knew his scurrilous scheme for entrapping her barely his mind formed it.
With a mere thought she transmuted his glossy body of tough steel into weak
flesh. He tottered backwards, squashed by the large trunk.

Wolverine bolted towards Colossus for saving him. With a wave of her
hand she transformed the wood's atoms in solid gold. The massively heavy oak
fell down brusquely, crushing both men under its weight.

Storm soared towards her, wrapped in rain and winds like an ebony bird.
She pleaded, but her words were like raindrops trying dousing a volcano. The windrider gnawed her lower lip in pain, crooked her fingers
and her left hand unleashed a roaring, amber lightning bolt.

The jagged blast slashed the air with a deadly hiss and speared Dark
Phoenix. She smirked mockingly as her body absorbed the waves of harmless
electricity and threw them back at their mistress. And when her erstwhile best
friend was struck and knocked down by the thunderbolt, she cackled. Yet she
didn't feel glee. Only pain, grief... and overwhelming lust.

Underneath her Scott and Nightcrawler were
crowding together. Her boyfriend's mind was reeling, trying making sense of the
images of devouring obscure flames and mystic illusions he was sensing through
her psychic rapport, whereas the elf was wondering how they could stop her.

She replied hitting them a hundred different ways at once.

She watched as they collapsed over the sod and descended smoothly. Her
eyes contemplated the spectacle of horror and devastation around her. For an
instant, a glimpse of time, her goddess mask shattered... displaying an ache
and sorrow transcended reason, lying underneath it. Then the moment passed. The
humanity faded as she heard again the remote starsong,
inflaming the cosmos' fire within her.

"You and I are at quits now, X-Men. Our paths will cross no more.
My destiny lies in the stars!" she yelled.

An orgy of thunders rumbled in the overcast midnight sky, and forks of
golden lightning struck, bathed and licked her shape. With a final laughter and
an immeasurable burst of power, she took off towards the stars.

She darted skywards, faster than a meteor, enfolded in a beautiful trail
of bright blazes like a shooting star. In mere seconds she had left Earth and
headed towards the stars where her Fate awaited.

And then her insane, boundless exhilaration stopped. She felt something
clinging to her.

Her grinning mask twisted in an enraged frown. Dark Phoenix swerved ninety
degrees and flew towards the Moon. At unimaginable speed she reached the
lifeless husk of rock, landed on the Blue Area and dumped her stowaway rudely
and viciously on the barren wasteland.

He lay sprawled over the dusty ground, among cracked rocks and jagged
boulders, but the sight brought her no joy. Neither
satisfaction. Her raised fists pulsated with blinding, ivory sunfire, as a horrific halo of charring blazes sprouted
from her body and shaped one pair of long broad wings.

"Scott Summers" Dark Phoenix grated slowly. Dangerously.
"Of all the nuisances dwell in the universe, you are the most pestering...
by far!"

"I'm glad for the honor." Scott Summers stated dryly, stifling
a coughing fit. He crawled on his hands and feet, and peered at her quietly.
His dark-blue uniform was torn and smeared with dirt, his body was bruised and
fatigued; still there was in him a quiet serenity, a grim determination that
unsettled Dark Phoenix.

"Have you come to fight?" She sneered "I hope so."

Ignoring her taunts, Scott wiped dirt off his face and contemplated the
woman he loved more than his own life. Her features hadn't changed. Still...

"I came to talk." He stated flatly. The same red cascade of
silky hair, the same eyes, cheeks, lips... Still...

"I won't listen." She scoffed. Starlight glimmered over her
face, illuminating her twisted, vicious countenance.

Still... she seemed a completely different person.

Scott Summers sneered back. She was capable of obliterating his atoms.
But he wasn't frightened. "Then kill me. I can't stop you. I won't even
try. Be true to your malefic destiny, Phoenix.... Kill me... If you can."

"If I can?" Dark Phoenix replied.
"What do you mean 'If I can'?

A shadow of uncertainty flashed on her expression for first time. Scott
didn't miss it. "You're Dark Phoenix...power
incarnate... no force in existence can stand against you. The X-men have defied
you... fought you... yet we live. Why? Ask yourself... Why?"

She paused for one second too long for not suggesting she was
hesitating. "You're not worth killing."

"Oh? Did you not kill me now because I'm not worth killing?"
He pressed determinedly. "You didn't need killing me. You could simply
have let me die. You could have charred me to ashes, you could have let me go
in the space, you could have ditched me in another
region of the Moon, with no oxygen or warmth." Scott shook his head. God,
if the situation wasn't so tragic, he'd be tempted to laugh. "Do you want
knowing the truth? The reality you refuse facing? You can't kill us. True,
you're Dark Phoenix, but you're also still Jean Grey. No matter how hard you
try, you can't exorcise that part of yourself. It's too fundamental. You can't
kill us because you love us, and we you."

She shook her head in stubborn denial. Longish blood-red curls fell over
her eyes and she brushed them aside in impatience. "Dark Phoenix knows nothing of
love."

Mutely, determinedly, Scott walked towards her. Instinctively,
apprehensively, she recoiled. Feeling fear. The Angel
of Darkness, the Chaos-Bringer, felt fear. The Phoenix rose its wings and folded them protectively around Jean. Her
body gave off a lethally hot, crimson glow, and flares swirled around her,
hissing in threat when Scott approached. Yet he didn't stop. Flames parted and
he stepped through the fire.

Tentatively he placed his yellow-gloved hand on her cheek. A shiver
coursed up and down her spine.

"For love of the X-men you sacrificed your life. For love of me you
resurrected yourself. For love of the whole universe you almost died a second
time to save it. Know nothing of love? Jean, you are love! Your existence, your
very creation springs from love. From the noblest emotions a human can attain.
And now you want to deny that. Deny yourself?"

"Yes! No. I..." Her chest rose. Fought back
a shuddering, choked sob. And deflated.
"Hunger, Scott...for joy. Rapture beyond all comprehension. That need it
is a part of me, too. It... consumes me."

Gloom grief strangled her voice and she sobbed. The devilish smirk had
vanished, replaced by a distraught expression, full with pain and torment.
Scott felt a stab of bleeding hurt in his own heart.

He caressed her cheek reassuringly. "It doesn't have to. Let me
help..."

Jean heard his pleading, caring whispers and shuddered again. Warmth and
coldness dueled into her. "You don't understand."

His left arm circled her waist and drew her tentatively in him.
"Then explain me."

His voice. Full of love, of caring, of
reassurance. It ignited a light within her, a shining dot in the darkness
flooded and corroded and blackened her soul. An ardent light melted the ice and
brought warmth, a promise of peace. She yearned for it. But she didn't dare to
hope.

"Two beings...Jean Grey and Phoenix...separate...Unique...bound
together. A symbiote, Scott; neither can exist
without the other. Phoenix provides my life
force, while I provide a living focus for its infinite power. So long as I live
the Phoenix will manifest
itself through me. And so long as that happens, I'll eventually become Dark
Phoenix. The Phoenix is a cosmic
power. It can neither be contained nor controlled...especially by a human
vessel." She paused. "Now, finally, I truly understand what I am, and what has to be done... The universe shall die...
unless we return it to the cosmos which is its home."

Scott blinked in puzzlement. Then he understood. Despair overflowed him,
and he gripped her arms. "NO! Don't say that! It doesn't have to end like
this! You have an intellect Jean, a will, a soul...Use them! Fight this dark
side of yourself! We'll help you! I'll help you!"

Jean felt icy wetness leaking out of her eyes and trickling down her
cheeks. She wanted to trust his words and believe all would work and embrace
him back and be lulled by his warmth and closure. But she couldn't be weak now.
If she submitted again... "You can't help me,
Scott. Nobody does it. Jean to phoenix, to dark phoenix... a
progression as inevitable as Death. You of all people should know how I
feel, through the psychic rapport we share. I'm scared, Scott...I'm hanging on
by my fingernails. I can feel the phoenix within me, taking over. Part of me...
welcomes it." A sob escaped through her lips. Inwardly the power was
changing her, altering her. Too quick, too soon.

She caressed his cheek. "You want me to fight? I have, I am... with
all my strength. But Scott, I may kill now entire worlds as casually, as
unthinkably, as you would crumple a piece of paper. Your way, I'd have to stay
completely in control of myself every second of every day, for the rest of my
immortal life. Maybe I could do it. But if I slipped even for an instant, if
I...failed...if even one person died at my hands... If you died... it's better
this way: quick, clean, final. I love you, Scott. A part of me will always be
with you."

Abruptly she leapt backwards and raised her arms. Brighter than a golden
sun, her body glowed and shimmered. Around her, air shuddered and sizzled as
its temperature heated up dangerously. Ground quaked and split in wide rifts.
Rocky boulders floated upwards and imploded in fragments of rubble. High
pillars melted and bent downwards. Towering buildings shook and collapsed
noisily, rising massive clouds of choking dirt. The reality's fabric trembled
with the immense power she was gathering and absorbing. And she shivered as she
felt the blazes ripping her bowels and scorching her flesh. Killing
her.

"Jean, No. Don't! NO!" Scott lunged forward and clung to her
tightly. Burning, overwhelming pain charred him. Her body burnt like a blazing
torch and her skin felt hot like a simmering furnace. But he didn't let go.

She gasped, snuffed out abruptly her flames and shoved him violently
backwards. Scott crashed face up on the filthy, bumpy ground. And Phoenix fixed on him a
glare that blended shock and outrage.

"What are you doing? Have you gone mad?" She yelled.

"You aren't giving me any choice!" He rebuked, just so furious
like her despite his burns. Jean felt his physical pain. Pangs of guilt
assaulting her, she healed his singed blisters with a tendril of thought.

"The choice was never yours to begin with." She stated darkly.
"Can't you understand? I HAVE to do this."

"Prove it."

"What?"

"You're the whole time telling I can't help you, I can't understand
you, I can't make the world better. Prove it. Show me
why I can't understand, why I can't help, why I can't save you from
yourself."

She shook her head. Inwardly she was as baffled as incredulous. He had
pulled crazy stunts for so long like she'd known him, but this... "You...
don't mean that. You don't know what you're asking..."

"Like a matter of fact... I do." Scott uttered, threading his
fingers among her red curls. "I have seen your power developing and
evolving. I've sensed how you were mentally raped and corrupted. I've felt all
what you felt and known all what you knew through our rapport. I'm linked to you
in more ways than one. I know you better than anyone has, or ever will. You
can't expect I stand by, helpless and motionless, as you're dying... But if you
hope I accept it, get over you and move on afterwards... You better tell me
why!"

Wary fingers brushed his rough cheek and she bit her lower lip in
mortification. And sadness. "Scott, I turned
Jason in a mindless zombie. I cracked open his skull and gleefully tore and
broke apart what I found within. And I enjoyed doing it!"

"I believe my mind is slightly stronger and sturdier than
Mastermind's one. And I'm not frightened from you."

"You should."

"Perhaps. But I'm not."

Perhaps it was his offensive stubbornness. Perhaps it was her desperate
need for hope. But she gave in.

Scott felt a slight pressure on his mindshields.
Like feathers tickling the boundaries of his thought. It felt soft and tender
and gentle and careful.

And then he screamed.

An alluvium, a stream, a sea of searing blazes invaded and flooded his
mind, pulverizing his mental barriers like tidal waves would crush a
breakwater. Numberless billions of searing thoughts, memories and dreams merged
in a tornado of power battered his consciousness. Sensations he couldn�t imagine
or understand ever, shimmered in his mind, squashing him, drowning him, burning
him, blowing him to smithereens.

He couldn't fight it.

So he didn't.

Scott ceased resisting and let the welling myriad of images and
sensations flowed over him. And then, beyond the deafening rumble, he sensed a
mind. Calling him. Swiftly he swam against the tide.
The roaring current of liquid blazes pushed him back, but he persevered. Slowly
and gradually he reached a light. Immense. He felt
tiny and insignificant like a moth fluttering around the Sun: but not afraid.

He dove mindlessly in it.

Sudden, pitch-black darkness enveloped him. Slowly milky streams of
glittering stars crisscrossed the eternal blackness. Rose and indigo nebulas of
stardust spiraled in the void. Dazzling shooting stars streaked past him and
silent meteors drifted around.

Slowly the starscape melt away in blackness.
Scott opened his eyelids and blinked, dazed. An odd glow glazed over his
pupils.

He gazed at Jean and smiled blithely. "Cool."

"Cool?" She gave him a dark, bewildered glare. "That's
all you can tell? After having lived through one experience could have fried
your mind?"

He brushed away the bangs stuck on her forehead and cupped her chin.
"What description can convey that vision? There are no words, love. It
was... beautiful and marvelous beyond of description."

"But do you understand now?" She pleaded earnestly. "I'm
now so above a human being how you're above an ameba. How can I stand by your
side, share your bed? How can I love you? How can you love me?"

"But I do it." A reddish flare escaped from his visor. He
lifted slightly her face and gazed straight at her pupils. "And I'll
always do. Phoenix or Dark Phoenix,
I'll love you just the same."

"You..." her lips mumbled hesitantly "Do you really mean
that? Would you be capable to love me or desire me with this aspect? A creature
of evil tainted and twisted by shadows, a cruel mockery of the woman you
knew?"

Scott Summers lowered his head. His long brown bangs fell over his face,
shadowing his expression. Still they didn't disguise the blush reddening his
cheeks. A surge of mixed feelings radiated from him: shame, discomfort,
chagrin. Her curiosity stirred, Phoenix probed his mind.

She gasped. "Did you have an erection when you saw my Black Queen
outfit?"

"Er... Mm... Ew..."
Scott Summers stuttered helplessly. He inhaled air deeply and scratched his
head's crown. "Yes. So awful like the situation was,
when I saw you... I was so aroused as horrified. Your
dark side drew me. Not matter how ashamed and guilty I felt, it... turned me
on. I couldn't help it. I'm sorry."

Jean averted her eyes. "Don't apologize. I... understand you. You
don't control your emotions: they control you. And evil can be both repulsive
and seductive."

Still abashed and mortified, he brought forward one hand and stroked her
soft cheek. Jean had always been attractive. But her beauty was reserving and
enchanting. Now she oozed sensuality. Lust. And he
felt him.

"You're so dark and gorgeous. Just like the midnight." He whispered.

"Really?" Jean replied,
feeling his emotions through the bond. Dark desires awoke in him. And his lust
seeped in her, inflaming her fire.

"Really." His breath turned
more heated, rougher, huskier. He wrapped an arm
around her waist and drew her in him. Jean gasped in surprise, but her
exclamation was brusquely muffled by ravenous lips.

His eager tongue sneaked into her mouth. Automatically, unthinkingly,
she replied, and theirs tongues dueled amidst wet moans.

Their long and passionate kiss ended and feeling guilty for the fire
burning in his loins, he looked away. "I'm sorry, Jean. I know this is not
the moment or the place... but I couldn't stop."

She grabbed gently his hands. "What are you sorry for? I want this
so badly like you. So who cares if this isn't a proper situation? You and I are
the only affected for it. Why must we be concerned for rules or
propriety?"

Scott nodded. They had repressed theirs desires for too long. Now
insatiable hunger boiled and burnt into them. They had to release the blazes or
else they'd consume them.

They needed this.

They needed at each other.

"I love you, baby." He whispered hoarsely. "God, I can't
ever tell you how much I love you."

They hugged and kissed again. Jean writhed, feeling his strong craving
overflowing him. And what he was planning to do to help her, to save her. She
smiled inwardly, thinking he was the only man in the planet capable of thinking
tactically as he was fucking. And improvising complex schemes
in the spur of the moment.

He was cunning, he was devious, and she loved it.

His right hand squeezed her breast as his left palm pressed her buttock.
Jean felt her nipple stiffening, hardening and growing, and moaned in
anticipation. He massaged her bosom in soft, slow circles, stroking gently her
rose areola as he groped firmly her butt.
His hips swung forth and his hardness bucked and rubbed her groin. Jean
shivered with relish. Her own hips rocked automatically forward.

Scott's tongue licked her earlobe and traced a wet trail along her
throat. Jean groaned loudly and arched back her head. Her knees buckled. His
steamy breath tickled her neck, his touch seared her skin, her skillful hands
massaged breasts and buttocks, his bulge poked mercilessly her crotch. His lust
was eating her alive.

"I can't stop." Scott murmured, as his mouth remained buried
in her cleavage. "I need you. I want you. Now."

Her heart thundered in her ribcage. She kissed him greedily, forcing her
tongue into his mouth. Her arms latched around his torso. Her nails scratched
fervently his shoulder plates and she panted in hazy ecstasy.

"Forget your caution, forget your consideration, forget
your kindness. I'm yours and you know it. Fuck me. Don't hold back and don't
look back."

Their bodies ground together, gradually sliding downwards, slowly
kneeling onto the coldest, bumpy ground. Scott cupped and kneaded fervently her
large, soft breasts, tweaking expertly the hard nubs his fingertips palpated
beneath the sweaty fabric. Jean moaned weakly, her heart bleeding with emotion.

"Rip your clothes." He commanded with a lustful growl.

She nodded and placed her hands on her knees. A golden flare flickered
on her pupils. Her outfit strained and exploded in a cloud of golden and red
shreds transformed in embers and dissolved.

Chilled, still air stroked and enveloped now her bare skin. The
unnatural coldness hardened her nipples and stiffened her clitoris. Jean
stifled a shuddering groan. She felt incredibly horny.

Scott contemplated quietly her sinuous and slim body, the flaming
coppery curls cascading over her face and shoulders, the curves he loved
touching, the freckles he loved kissing. Her eyelashes fluttered innocently and
her red lips curled up in a mocking pout.

Nearly painful arousal built up in him. He shed his tattered costume
with painstakingly slowness, revealing bulged and hard muscles rippled under
his smooth skin like waves in the water. Jean just ogled with enraptured eyes
and rough breath to his athletic, sweat-glistening body.

Both pounced on each other and rolled along the floor, snuggling and
kissing and moaning, until they lay onto Scott's back. Moondust
soiled them and pointed pebbles prickled them, but they couldn't care less. Phoenix's green gaze
pierced Scott ardently and she grabbed her own breasts. Her hands squeezed the
mounds together and thrust them forward lewdly.

"Please, darling. I beg you. Play with them."

Scott grinned viciously and groped theirs breasts. His hands massaged
and fondled the flesh globes until Jean shuddered and whimpered in pent-up
rapture. His mouth engulfed her left breast and his teeth circled the hardened,
engorged nipple, nibbling it wantonly as his tongue flickered over the tip.
Jean cried, and he slipped a tight between her legs, rubbing up and down her
damp pelvis.

His lover moaned again, helpless to withstand the tide of sensations
coursed through her body. Lingering remnants of her former madness cursed their
weakness. She was Dark Phoenix, she held the fate of
the universe on her hands. And she was begging a weak, puny human being.

She didn't listen. She was Jean Grey. And Jean Grey loved being touched
by Scott Summers.

Scott smiled naughtily as he sucked her erect tit. His forefinger
slipped between her vagina's wet folds. Jean shivered, and he inserted more
digits into her honey-dripping crevasse, brushing her aching clitoris with his
thumb. Jean moaned with the feeling of four fingers wriggling into her slit,
and pressed her palm over Scott's hand, shoving the digits further into her
tunnel. Her writhing hips swayed erotically, delighting her lover. He kissed
her with smoldering passion, stroking her thick mane of rich red hair as his
other hand fingered restlessly her sore vagina.

Jean gasped falteringly, unable for speaking. Reluctantly Scott broke
the wet kiss and mouthed "Kneel."

Jean nodded and propped on her shins, regretting the hollow coldness she
felt when his bodies parted. Scott licked each one of his fingers in a
deliberately lewd fashion, drinking greedily the sweet fluid coating them, and
stood up, thrusting his hips forward. His rock-hard, throbbing erection aimed
towards Jean like a spear, its round tip few inches apart from her thin, sweet
lips.

"Eat up" He commanded. Imperiously.

Jean's palm palpated and caressed carefully his penis. It was hard and
soft at once. Her lips blew a warm gust of breath over the reddened glans and her tongue flickered over the central chasm.
Scott let out a grunt and she smirked. She licked and covered the rigid head
with gleaming saliva before swallowing hungrily the whole shaft. Her lover
moaned in pleasure, feeling the moist hotness wrapping him, and tipped his head
backwards. His right hand combed softly her red, dampened tresses as she
performed the fellatio.

Jean's mouth bobbed back and forth, nibbling and licking and sucking
ravenously his erection. The sensation was delicious. Warm. Dizzying.
Enthralled, she kneaded her left nipple while another hand fingered frantically
her writhing, moist vagina.

Despite the cloud of unfulfilled desire dazing him, Scott shook his head
in denial.

"No, no, Jean. That's my task. Rise up."

Jean obeyed wordlessly. She rose in front of him, keeping her eyesight
lowered. Her dark-crimson bangs darkened her face and masked the bright blush
crept over her cheeks. Scott grinned lecherously and ran one finger around her
slit. The digit glided over the vulva, gathering the glistening droplets of
viscous honey smearing it. He inserted it into her mouth and Jean sucked the
cum-flavored finger delightfully, uttering erotic moans to arouse her lover.

She succeeded admirably. Scott kissed her with passion and led her
gently towards a high pillar beneath a silent archway, carved from grey rock
and layered with filth. The stunning redhead planted her hands on the dark
column, bent over and waited.

Gentle hands roamed over her body. Massaged her sore
muscles with devotion and mastery. Kneaded her soft
breasts with extreme passion and caring drove her mindless. Palpated her sensitive vagina with delight.

"You're already wet, honey. You must be really horny. You want me
badly, don't you? The mere thought makes your mouth water, right?" He
purred. His sensual whispers aroused her intensely.

Jean flushed. "Partially. I'm secreting
fluid to lubricate my vagina. But I can't spend too much liquid or I'll
dehydrate. And I'd rather not altering further my body cycles." She
muttered. Before Scott could dwell on her absolute and appalling control over
her body, she reared her head. "Forget about it, Scott. Just fuck
me."

He grinned smugly and leaned over her. She could feel his soft lips
brushing over her earlobe. "Tell the word, baby. Tell what you want I do
to you."

"Please. Please, Scott, fuck me. I want you fuck me. I need you
fuck me. Please, fuck me until I faint."

Her desperate pleas elicited a gleeful smile from her lover. Scott
embraced her warmly, and caressing ceaselessly theirs stiff nipples and swollen
clitoris, he penetrated her. Jean shut her eyes and clenched her jaws, feeling
the glans rubbing up and down her quivering labia
before sliding into her. Her nails carved craw-like furrows on the stone as the
huge length filled her cunt and stretched her walls.
His penis was sheathed into her like a blade in a scabbard. And she could feel
its throbbing warmth. It was nice.

Then Scott started ramming his vagina with slow and thorough thrusts,
trying giving her the greatest pleasure he was capable of, relentlessly shoving
and impaling and slamming how she liked better. Jean squealed in pleasure, and
her muscles clamped the wide cock plunged into her. Scott groaned in mixed
delight and pain and increased the roughness of his jams.

Jean wheezed in and out. She was crushed between his hard body and the
rigid column. His psychic presence enveloped her like a blanket; his physical
body filled her. "Oh, yes." She moaned loudly "God, Scott, your
cock feels so hot. Fuck me harder. Swifter. Please,
split my insides, make me screaming."

Scott obliged her, speeding up his pace and heightening the intensity of
his foreplay. Jean swung and swayed her hips in synchronization with his slams.
She shivered with the intense and powerful orgasm building up within her.

"God, Scott... Scott... I'm coming... Please, come in me.
Please."

Scott just uttered a groan and draped his strong arms around her chest.
His teeth nibbled slightly her neck, drawing a path of wet, purple bruises.
Jean half-turned her head and holding his cheek with one hand, kissed urgently
his lips.

Theirs mouths parted and he muttered urgently "Tell me how much you
love me. Tell you're mine."

She moaned dizzily, dazed for the feeling of his limbs entangled around
her quivering body, his shaft impaling her juice-dripping channel, his blazing
emotions invading her unprotected mind. She had never felt something so
powerful -beautiful and at once terrific-, not even inside the M'Krann Glass. It was stronger that passion, stronger than
hatred, stronger than lust.

She craved for it.

"I... I'm yours, Scott. All yours."
She muttered falteringly. "In body... and soul."

"And my heart yours. I belong to you, Jean... Oh, Jean... Jean...
JEAN!"

Scott ground his jaws together and groaned hoarsely, feeling his climax
approaching. Finally all his muscles stiffened simultaneously and sticky, white
fluid erupted from his penis. Over and over he screamed 'Jean', ramming hard
his member into her tunnel and sprinkling her fertile womb with his seed.

Jean felt his orgasm through the psilink, streaming
towards her like a magma river. His love, his devotion, his desire washed over
her like an overwhelming flood. And she burnt.

Her own orgasm exploded. A burning ripple of red and orange flames
blossomed from her in a tide of charring fire swept through the ancient city.
Buildings, monuments, streets, were devoured and obliterated to nothingness by
a devastating wave of destruction.

Blazes died away slowly, revealing a circle of scorched, smoking land
replacing the ruins. Scott and Jean remained in its epicenter, kneeled on the
blackened ground, utterly drained.

Scott slid his cock out of Jean and laid the exhausted redhead onto his
lap. He cradled her tenderly and drew her in a fervent kiss, fiercely
reciprocated.

"Do you remember your words?" He queried between ragged pants.
"You've just told you're mine. Since you are mine, you can't commit
suicide. Understood?"

Jean inspired deeply for steadying her uneven breathing. "I
couldn't kill me now even though I wished."

Her hand drifted gingerly over her underbelly. Bittersweet sorrow
flooded her.

Scott blinked in puzzlement. "What?"

"I-I have just realized now, when you drove me in orgasm and my
powers burst out of control. Y-you got me pregnant back in the butte. My belly
is bearing your child, Scott. Our child." Her
eyes widened with sudden, horrific realization. "Oh, my
God. If you hadn't stopped me earlier... I'd slain her."

Shock paralyzed Scott. A child? He was going to
be a father? He gave a troubled glance at his lover. And he realized the horror
and remorse was washing over her face. His own distraught feelings would have
to wait.

He pulled her again in a tight embrace and whispered "Don't think
about it. You didn't kill yourself, you didn't kill
our baby... Wait a minute. Back then did you ever think how I'd return to Earth
if you killed yourself?"

"Shut up."

Scott grinned. She still acted rashly, thoughtlessly, not matter how
powerful she was. "How I was telling, our baby and you are alive. And now
we're together. And I'll love and take care of both of you." I'll always
love you, he thought. For better, worse, richer, poorer, sickness, health, till
death do us part.

Her eyes widened of sudden. And sheen of moistness gleamed on them.
"If- if I didn't know better I'd say those thoughts I just picked up
sounded like a proposal."

He paused. Slowly a smile tilted upwards his corners' lips. A smile of happiness. "They did, didn't they? Well,
what do you say Red?"

"I say yes! Yes!" She sobbed.

And they kissed. Stars bathed them with their ivory glitter.

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Continued in Part Two: After Apocalypse.

Scott has helped Jean in her worst time. In the next chapter, she�ll
return the favor (and she�ll be the dominant part instead of submissive. Do you
see? They are a well matched couple ^_^)
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