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The Evils of Necessity	By : Ksennin Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 13050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It took a while to explain. Scott was confused at first, lying asleep in bed, waking up with Rogue atop him, her yellow eyes explaining it was Mystique—the real Rogue sitting at the foot of the bed.
Entering the room, Marian had been terrified of Scott’s awakening. She thought he would tell her how sick it was for her and Raven to want this. But he understood. He knew they needed this. All of them.
He was so young. Not so many years older than herself. A Puritan part of Marian felt that her adopted mother should be ashamed of herself. Young and handsome, pretty almost… of course she adored him. Marian could hardly be blamed for wanting him too. He was a man any woman would want. Looking at him, you could tell he was equally adept at being tender and at being rough. Marian didn’t know which he was with Raven—probably both.
He smiled in his sleep as Raven began to wake him—her blue head atop Rogue’s slender body, so as not to alarm him… kissing him softly, like a puppy, on his nose, his cheek, the curve of his lips rather than his mouth itself. Marian watched, her hands pulling her trenchcoat tight around herself, tight enough to hurt herself almost.
Scott was so beautiful. His body was long and lean, slim but hard, disciplined with muscle. A light dusting of stubble drew attention to the sharp angles of his jaw, perfectly set off the boyish dimples of his cheeks. And his lips—they were so beautifully shaped. Raven must’ve kissed them all the time. And he must’ve kissed her too. Kissed her everywhere. Marian wondered what color his eyes were.
Raven whispered into Scott’s ear. Explained everything as the color faded from her face, her red hair becoming Marian’s soft brown locks. He began petting her back as she spoke. Then he kissed her.
Raven laid her hand out, palm up, on the bed. Marian ran her finger along it and she picked up what Raven was feeling—Scott’s tongue against hers, her teeth on his lips, the press of their bodies coming together and their hips grinding into each other and their breathing mixing, their thoughts mixing, his cock hardening under the sheet between them. Marian pulled her hand away, fingers tinted blue with a little of her mother’s power.
Raven gasped with her voice as Scott tongued her breasts. “Mm… more foreplay, dear?” she asked Marian.
“No. No more waiting. I want to see him inside you.”
“Anything for you, sweetie.” Raven pulled away from Scott, their fearless leader actually following her breasts with his head a moment, trying to stay in their warmth. She backed down the bed, pulled her negligee off, and Marian saw her own naked body. Pale and white and thin, but beautiful. Not at all what she’d worried about.
Then Raven pulled the sheets down Scott’s lean, runner’s body, finding the perspiration on his abs, the sparse hair below his navel, and finally she undid the pyramid his cock formed on the sheet. Seeing it unveiled, Marian’s breath was taken away. He was big—longer than anyone Marian had ever seen before and a good deal thicker than his build would suggest. Her mouth went dry.
“Doesn’t it hurt when he’s inside you?” she muttered distantly.
“Sometimes,” Raven admitted. “Which can also be fun.” Her voice shifted to Marian’s. “Be gentle, Scott. Remember, you’re not fucking me. You’re fucking Marian.”
Scott nodded tightly and with that, Raven sat down on his lap, fitting her sex to his and straddling the hardness he offered her. He nudged into her for about an inch, groaning with the almost painful tightness that engulfed him. Raven stopped. He’d hit her hymen. Together, they felt the slickness of her aroused folds, the inner heat like a burning furnace, the tight grip of her ‘virgin’ portal. Scott’s lips were slightly parted, his nostrils flaring, the only indication of his incredible desire to roll her over and fuck her through the mattress.
“Scott,” Marian said, her voice squeaking. “You need to touch her. You need to stroke her body. Relax her so she can take you inside.”
“You heard her.” Raven bounced a little on him and he groaned like a dying man. “Touch me, Scott.”
Somehow, Scott managed to move his hands until they found Rogue’s breasts—not as excessive as Raven’s, but rich and well-formed, champagne-glass breasts that warmed his hands. He squeezed them, not too hard, but like they were ripe fruit he didn’t want to bruise. Raven and Marian moaned as one, Marian watching, Raven experiencing. Raven held out her arm like she was feeding a vampire; Marian stroked it from her elbow to her wrist. Her fingers had scales now, and they flew down to her crotch in sympathetic, lustful pain.
“Kiss her,” Marian said, her hands under her trenchcoat, pressing hard. “Please kiss her…”
As Raven’s assumed maidenhead frayed against Scott’s straining cock, Scott’s hands moved to the sides of her body, thumbs and heels of his hands still grazing her breasts, and pulled her close. He forced his mouth to Raven’s borrowed one—Marian’s was smaller, not as used to his tongue, but he ruthlessly drove his tongue into her like it was Mystique’s mouth he was fucking.
Raven looked to her daughter as Scott reamed her mouth with his tongue. The girl’s pulse was racing, her face pink with a sensual blush. Raven changed her coloring to match.
“More.” Marian’s voice was growing stronger, more dominant. “More now…”
Raven’s voice echoed her daughter. “Be gentle, Scott, it hurts.”
“I know…” Scott took his hands away, fisted them, uncurled his fingers and set them gently on Raven’s hips. They were so white, so slender. Delicate, with none of the muscle Raven usually possessed. “It’s going to hurt a little, baby. But I’ll try to make it feel as nice as I can.”
“Like you did with Jean?” Raven asked, her eyes yellow for a moment.
“Yes. Like I did with Jean.”
And slowly, slowly, he let his cock have her womanhood. Raven winced and gave the start of a scream, before her lips pinched together. Scott’s cock was pushing into her, making room for itself, throbbing happily inside the embrace of a few glorious inches. Both of them felt the blood that might as well have been Marian’s, its warmth caressing his shaft and her thighs like a great hand was laid upon their connection.
“I know it hurts,” Scott petted Raven’s hair, holding her against his chest as she breathed hard to drown the pain in oxygen. “I know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—“
Marian reached out. She didn’t touch Raven. She touched Scott. Her eyes burned for a moment, but she felt his love, his devotion, and it was like being wrapped in a soft blanket.
Raven pulled away from Scott, dropping onto the mattress between the other two mutants, her form flickering for a moment. Shifting into blue before it retained its pale splendor. Between her legs was a wound, between Scott’s the weapon.
Scott was there over her now, whispering in her ear, asking if it was alright, if she wanted to stop. Private words, but all Marian needed to see was how Raven basked in the attention. She put her arms around his shoulders; she pulled slightly. She looked to Marian. Rogue nodded.
Scott mounted Raven. He placed himself in her and he dug inside. The blood flowed, Raven gasping not at the pain, not at the pleasure, but at the completion of it. Scott’s eyes shut, the red glow of his visor dimming as he felt Raven accept him into her body as if for the first time. Then the ruby quartz glowed brighter than ever. He was looking at Marian now. He was watching her as he pushed into Raven, lowered his face to her pained grimace. He had her. He had her and Rogue both.
“Fuck her,” Marian breathed, throwing her trenchcoat open, revealing the twin of Raven’s naked body underneath the concealing garment. “Fuck my mom. Fuck my mom’s hot cunt, Scott!” And she tore at her own wet sex as Scott rammed into Raven’s.
Raven finally screamed, coming off the bed into Scott’s arms, ass clenched, belly tight, her entire body fused into a mass of tension and muscle that still offered no resistance to Scott’s drilling. They kissed once more, Raven losing hold of her shift in her pain and delight, Marian’s pale lips becoming her own dark ones.
Her legs locked around Scott’s muscular back, driving herself up, giving her body to his ready cock. Cyclops could’ve fainted from any of it—the heat, the friction, his own mad desire, but most of all from the sight of two women at once, Raven’s soul and Marian’s body, the two desiring him equally, sating themselves with his blood-strained cock.
Mystique was so strong that she could lift him up, her arms and legs folding backward to offer up an alter for him to be thrown prostrate on. He accepted her offer and her demand immediately, rocking his prick inside her cunt as she cried out, as lost in pleasure as she had been in pain.
He too was lost, adrift in all the beauty and joy she had to give, and Marian took one hand from her cunt and locked it with Raven’s fingers, blue scales flowing up her arm like liquid ecstasy. Raven lost herself between the two people she loved most in the world; Scott’s giving and Marian’s taking. She cried out one desperate command. “Scott, don’t come!”
But he couldn’t help her. She’d wanted his control stripped from him and it was hers now, with all the rest of him. Her body locked, throbbed, spasmed, fell back to the bed with Scott still atop her, sinking deep into the grinding of her sex. Mother and daughter keened together as their orgasm was split between them, more than enough for both, a pleasure that left them buried together in the bed’s satin spread, dazed and shining with sweat, wonderfully spent.
Scott was the last to go, but he did finish. He planted himself inside Raven and it was like she held all of him, his cock, his balls, his legs, his arms, his belly, his pounding chest. They were all paralyzed with a thunderbolt orgasm that drove his cum out of him. Scott felt dizzy with realization. Not only was Marian’s virginity his, in every way that mattered, but so was that of the amnesiac Raven. Her way of telling him that whoever her first was, she wished it had been him. Both women, so resentful, distrusting, alone, now trusted him. He cried out more from his whirling thoughts than from the feeling that sang from his groin.
Tense body and mind unlocked, his tightly wound system unloaded into Raven with all the relief in the world. So much of it, a dam bursting, a reservoir draining, Raven sighing as she felt the power and quantity of his virile purge. Until he was left empty, glowing, as much a different creature as Raven. He felt human in the best possible way and he shared it with Mystique, kissing her so desperately hard that it was hardly a surprise that she shifted against his body, replacing Rogue’s pale skin with her own scaly blue hide. He ran his hand over her side in open worship.
“That was wonderful,” Marian moaned gooily, resting her head a hairsbreadth from Raven.
“Yes,” Raven said, her tightly controlled voice matching Scott’s own, even as her warm body gave away the intimate connection she felt. “But I seem to recall you offering your services to four more lustful Rogues.”
“Would they settle for some fingering?” Scott asked.
“Since they’re not in high school, no. They will not.”
“You don’t usually complain without a plan.”
“As a matter of fact, I have one.” Raven reached under the bed, past the many weapons she kept there. She came up with a small inhaler. “Scott. We’ve discussed Banshee.”
They had. The mutant drug. It enhanced powers, but as much as the Brotherhood had tinkered with it, Scott was still concerned with its initial toxic, addictive properties. It was simply too unstable to test in a combat setting, and without knowing how it fared in combat, what was the point?
“It’s an ideal opportunity,” Raven said. “To see how a mutant would perform under the influence of Banshee, in strenuous physical exertion… and you’d never ask anyone to do something you wouldn’t do yourself.”
Scott took the inhaler from her. “I’m not saying yes to this. I’m saying yes to you.”
Raven smiled at him. “Such a sweet boy.”
He didn’t know whether or not to smile back as he put the inhaler in his mouth and breathed deep…
***
There was a pleasure for Scott that came in using his power. He tried to ignore it, but the feeling of release was almost erotic. That was what being on Banshee felt like. His power no longer centered in his eyes, pressuring him like the onset of a headache, but now running loose through his body, dangerous and wild but safe, somehow—well in hand, was the expression.
Raven and Marian sat safely out of the way, once more clothed, holding each other in gentle sympathy. The Rogues came in. Scott regarded them, his body still oiled and hard with the exertion of Mystique. He asked which of them wanted to go first.
“Ah do,” the punk goth one said, Rogue 1, with her translucent green blouse, her microskirt, her fucking dog collar. He might’ve known. But she pulled Rogue 3 along with her. The girl in the green bodysuit and brown jacket. She took the jacket off. She left the suit on. “Her too.
Scott took them both by the hand. He laid them down on the bed together, twin sisters, their slender, supple bodies exactly alike, but their personas based on different aspects of Marian’s personality. Never again would Scott feel the relief of using his power without remembering the multitude of women within Rogue, within Mystique… maybe there were even different people inside himself. Ones who weren’t as dangerous as him. It bore thought.
But not now. Now there was a choice to make. It was an easy one. Rogue 1. She was the most confident, the most needing. She would go first, to show the others not to be afraid. He pushed her microskirt the short distance it had to go over her bare slit. Wondered if she’d shaved it before coming to see him or if Marian did that on her own. Then his eager cock was inside her, sealed in the hungry tightness of her sex.
As she’d said earlier, the girl was no virgin—at least not technically, thanks to certain apparatuses. But it was the first time she’d felt a real man inside her, and for all her uncouthness, the look of surprise on her face was completely girlish.
“Oh, fuck.” It wasn’t him or the Rogue he’d mounted. It was Rogue 3, lying next to them. She bit her lip, pulled down the zipper on her bodysuit an inch at a time, touching her lusciously revealed body more and more. As the two lovers grunted and groaned like they were trying to destroy one another, she stroked herself as if for the first time. And found it wanting.
Rogue 1 was shorter than Scott, her face buried in his chest as he reamed her out. No sooner had Rogue 3 noticed this than she was scrambling behind her sister’s head to sit back and open her legs.
“Us Rogues like to be kissed while we’re fucked,” she said, “but we ain’t particular as to where!”
Rogue 1 couldn’t believe it, but Scott strained his neck over her and sucked on Rogue 3’s cunt, even as he pinned down her doppelganger with the drumming of his cock. But with the sizzling friction of his prick inside her, she soon forgot all about it.
She vined herself around Scott, panted for him, cooed for him, kissed desperately at his pounding heart. The beefy hand that wasn’t swathing her sister’s thigh grabbed one jiggling teat and squeezed it roughly, pulling it out of its black bra. She herself ripped her blouse open. Then she felt his hot hand on her pale, bare flesh. Rogue 1’s legs scissored around Scott’s bucking hips as she came for the first time.
Marian stood suddenly, pulling away from Raven. It was just too much for her. Seeing her own body so pleasured, touched, held—no. It was different with Mystique. There’d been romance there, not just passion. This was pure lust and she hated to think that she was capable of it. That she would be this person if it weren’t for her power.
“I have to go,” she told her mother.
Raven nodded understandingly. “Wait outside. I’ll make sure you have good memories waiting for you.”
And Marian fled.
Rogue 3, her bodysuit splayed open, enjoyed the sights and sounds of Scott’s possession of Rogue 1 as much as her sisters and Mystique were. But she had a front row seat, able to see as much as she felt. When the cold crystal of Scott’s visor slid over her clit, his tongue tickling her ass, it was far too much for a virgin to handle. “Sooo… much!” she cried, hands grasping Scott by the hair, even that having been unthinkable for her the day before.
Scott was not ignorant of how fortunate he was. Penetrating Rogue with both his tongue and his cock at the same time, he was able to give the same woman twice the pleasure—and make Mystique happy at the same time, seeing her daughter pleased so thoroughly. His own pride was well-served, feeling the mirror images in identical bliss, equally writhing and wracked whether it be under his body or at the tip of his tongue. For once, plans and stratagems dropped away, mind and body united, and all he knew was his lust’s drive, thrilling two women almost automatically.
Rogue 3 gave into the three-way pleasure first. Rogue 1 strained up to kiss her ass, just as Scott was doing her open pussy, and that orgiastic touch was too much for her inexperienced body. Her eyes grew large, her mouth opened larger, her fingers splayed on Scott’s head like a crown, and with a cry of delighted panic her pleasure turned liquid.
Scott gulped her down, filling his throat, then gave her cunt a much-needed rest to kiss her sister. The taste of her future ecstasy was simply too great a temptation for Rogue 1. She succumbed to the mounting pleasure between her legs and came once more, cunt catching fire around Scott’s cock.
Two orgasms, one after other, plied Scott into a respite. He bit down on Rogue 3’s thigh as he came in Rogue 1, his body freeing itself through locking him up in a bind of muscles and nerves, making him ephemeral for a moment, then he was brought back by the earthly feeling of exploding within a virgin body. Rogue 1 was marked, filled, explored and charted. He rolled off her, leaving the deflowered woman to rest her head on Rogue 3’s leg while her sister petted her hair, the two drugged with afterglow.
Rogues 2 and 4 still awaited their turns, 2 in a virginal costume of long, unrevealing civilian clothes, 4 perversely dressed in something like an X-Men uniform. They were both fearful and anticipating, wanting their own experience comparable to their sisters, anxious about receiving it. And Scott felt himself ready as never before, the inexhaustible power of his optic blast now suffusing his whole body. His cock twitched, more able than ever. He gestured to his two brides.
“Next?”
Rogue 2 took a step forward. “I would kinda like it… anally, Mr. Summers.”
Rogue 4 lifted an eyebrow. “Damn, girl. You don’t mess around.”
Rogue 2 blushed deeply.
“But ah want to suck his dick, and there’s no way I’m putting my mouth on that thing after it’s been in anyone’s ass, even mah own.”
One more command decision to make. Scott waved Rogue 4 on. “You, first.” He turned his head to Rogue 2. “Then you.”
“Oh, okay,” Rogue 2 said.
Rogue 4 came. Her lips were suddenly dry. She went up to Scott; he took her by the hands, squeezed them, gently moved her onto her knees. As her sister had, she found the size of his erection incredible. So incredible that her mind blanked. “What… what do I do with it?”
Mystique got up, walking over to the bed to sit down springily beside Scott. “Just relax, my sweet. Clear your mind. Put aside all your worries. You’re safe here. He won’t hurt you, and I certainly won’t let him.” Raven rested her head on Scott’s shoulder. “I’d kill him first.” She kissed his bicep lightly.
Strangely, Scott’s erection did not flag at hearing this.
“Now,” Raven said, clapping her hands together as if they were all embarking on a project together. “Rogue, I want you to take Scott’s cock in your hand.”
Rogue 4 raised her hand to it. Infused with the same power as the rest of him, it seemed to have a reddish glow, a fat vein standing up along its side. Though hesitant, she got her fingers around the thing, holding it lightly.
“Get a good grip on it,” Raven said chidingly, and Rogue 4 tightened her grip. “Now just look at it—that bit of flesh in your hand. The center of so much masculine thinking. Why, they think about it more than we do. Stare at it, girl. Think of how it’ll taste; how it will fill your mouth. Lick your lips… get them nice and wet. Now why don’t you lick it?”
Rogue 4 stuck out her tongue, brought it up to his cock, but pulled away at the last moment. Scott wheezed in disappointed expectation. Raven slapped his leg warningly.
“It’s alright, honey,” Raven said. “Keep looking at it. Can’t you almost taste it? I can. And I’m going to, once you girls are done with it. You’d better do it now while you still have the chance.”
Raven was rubbing Scott’s chest now, circling her hand in the light thicket of body hair that sprung from him. As Scott withheld a moan, a tear-drop of cum oozed from his cockhead. Rogue 4 saw it and knew this was her chance.
She leaned in and licked it up. It was salty, and as dizzying as a shot of vodka, but she’d done it. She now knew he tasted of Mystique’s coppery blood from the mock-deflowering, and of Rogue 1’s sweet orgasm. She’d licked his cock with her tongue. And she wanted more.
Scott bit the inside of his cheek. Rogue 4 was licking him in earnest now, cleaning all of his cockhead with her tiny, kittenish tongue. Scott moved to put his hands on her head, but Mystique intercepted him, binding his arms behind his back with her own. She kissed him and he couldn’t complain much, but Rogue 4 was taken aback by how his cock suddenly throbbed against her lips.
Raven pulled her tongue out of Scott’s mouth, though she allowed him to kiss the side of her face as she addressed Rogue 4. “Now slide your tongue down his cock. All the way down, baby girl. Lick his balls…”
Rogue 4 was more willing to obey now. She traced her tongue down the fat vein on his shaft, moving it a little ways with her tongue, feeling the wild blood contained in Scott’s manhood. Finally, and without hesitation, she licked his balls, feeling the hair tickle her tongue and his scrotum constrict with the pleasure she put on it. Rogue 4 moaned happily. She was getting to like the taste—the feel of a man throbbing on her tongue. Her eyes closed and she actually sucked one of her testicles into her mouth, to bat around with her tongue.
Scott moaned, his belly going from convex to concave in rapid convulsions. Raven knew he was close to coming. Her girl was a natural, but she wanted more of a performance from her. She brought her hands to the side of Rogue’s face and gently redirected her from Scott’s cock; breathing heavily, the girl looked up at her.
“He does have a beautiful cock, doesn’t he?” Raven asked.
Rogue nodded against Raven’s hold on her.
Raven pressed him thumbs into Rogue’s cheek, opening up her mouth. “You have a beautiful mouth, Rogue. Never forget that. You deserve him as much as he deserves you.” And she eased Rogue down to the blood-gorged head of Scott’s pounding cock.
Scott’s head drifted back like he’d woken from a dream, feeling the silky smooth inside of her mouth, the keen interest of her tongue’s exploration. Hot breath from her flaring nostrils billowed against the length of his cock that had not yet been swallowed. Raven kissed him as she pushed down on Rogue’s head, making his hard cock inch deliciously into the girl’s mouth just as Scott’s tongue went into hers. Though gargled protests sounded in Rogue’s throat, the muscles there slowly relaxed in surrender to the invader penetrating into their midst.
Scott leaned back, his lips parting from Raven’s, and his arms barely caught him before he collapsed onto the bedspread. Raven let her eyes trail over him and her daughter’s dupe—the sprawling masculinity and the young woman exerting so much power over it. Then she looked up and saw Rogue 2—the tightly wrapped anal fetishist—standing before her.
“Sorry, but as you can see, his cock’s very occupied. You’ll just have to wait your turn.”
“It’s not that,” Rogue said meagerly. “Ah don’t think I’m like the others… Ah think I’m the part of Marian she keeps repressed. The things she thinks are dirty or bad… like taking a man’s pecker up your backside!”
Raven laughed. “Honey, you’re a terrorist! What’s taking your pleasure from behind compared to that?”
“Ah know that, mommy, ah know. But ah don’t just want someone to fuck mah ass…”
Off to the side, Scott gurgled, trying to keep from coming too soon into his Rogue’s desperately warm mouth. Raven patted him politely on the head. “You can tell me anything, dear,” she said sweetly.
“It’s… ah remember bein’ a young girl, not long after I’d had my first bleed, and them Weapon X bastards came for me. Killed my folks, would’ve probably killed me or worse if you hadn’t a saved me. And you kept me for your own and you raised me, and you did such a good job, really, I ain’t never been happier than ah’ve been with you. But you ain’t my mother, not really. You’re this beautiful woman who saved mah life and took care a me—ah do think of you as my mother and you’ve been a great mom, but you’re also something else to me… somethin’ dirty.”
“Marian,” Raven said sweetly, taking the girl’s hands. “There is nothing dirty about one’s desires. The Brotherhood is about freeing ourselves from the yoke of humanity’s shame and prejudice. Why should the fact that I raised you have anything to do with your sexual desires?”
Rogue could’ve sobbed in relief. Instead, she parted her lips just a degree, just enough for Raven to know she needed to be kissed. They came together, Raven’s cool, naked body against Rogue’s clothed one, and they eased each other down to the bed.
Once more, Raven was the teacher. Her mouth showed Rogue where her pleasure lay, how to dig for it at her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her arms, and tapering fingers discovered it in her legs. Rogue didn’t know who undressed her more, Raven or herself, but after long minutes spent on kisses just as intense as the blowjob her dupe was performing on Cyclops, Rogue was bared before Raven, smiling wistfully as scaly blue fingers delved inside her, showing her pleasures as only another woman could.
Lying back with his cock in Rogue 4’s mouth, Scott watched the two women connect. One his lover, the other her surrogate daughter. He had fucked both of them, knew how hot and tight and wet it could be inside them, but the things they were doing he had never seen since he was a boy, using Google for sex ed, and those painfully fake videos were nothing compared to seeing for himself two women in passion.
He could hear their sucking mouths on each other and the squelch of their fingers in each other’s sex, the rhythmic creak of the bed as they writhed about on it. The problems of Project: Rebirth and Weapon X now left his mind mercifully free. All he thought of were blue and white fingers in pink cunts. He wanted both women. And he wanted to hear how loud the soundtrack of their wild lovemaking could get before they climaxed.
Then he saw Raven slip a finger into Rogue 2’s ass.
Rogue 2 had three fingers in her pussy, one up her ass. She’d fingered herself before, but never like this. Never in the back. It seemed impossible that it was actually happening, that she was being penetrated this way, penetrated by another woman, penetrated by her mother. If anything was taboo, obscene, wrong, it was this. But it didn’t feel wrong. Wrong would be the exploitative opening of her body by a rough-handed man, like so many in Weapon X had joked about doing if it weren’t for her power. There was no aggression here, no degradation, only the same matronly treatment Raven had always given her, relaxing her, comforting her, teaching her so she took only joy and knowledge in being entered for the first time.
When Raven’s soft fingertip found the spot inside here, that special place hidden in the walls of her sex, it felt even righter. It felt perfect. Rogue squirmed in her perfection, she thrust her whole body against Raven’s hand and tried as hard as she could to do the same with her own fingers in Raven’s pussy. Their fingers slithered wetly in the other’s body, but only Raven plied the sensitive entrance to Rogue’s ass, expanding it so slowly and lovingly that Rogue would have no idea it could hurt. In fact, soon Rogue felt no pain at all. Like mother, like daughter.
Scott lost himself in the sight of the two women’s fuck, the carnal knowledge they gained of themselves and each other. Their chests were flushed, Rogue’s hot pink, Raven’s a deeper blue, nipples quivering at their fullest, hands wet up to the wrists with the same pleasure that dewed their groins and bellies. They rode each other to the very end and as if by one of Mystique’s grand designs, Scott followed them.
He came, Rogue 4 choking and gagging and swallowing and almost drowning in the flood that washed down her throat. She dug her nails into his hairy legs as her throat pumped down his lengthy ejaculation, taking everything that didn’t spill out her mouth, run down her chin, spread over his cock and balls in a masculine froth.
Two dupes and two lovers sank together, a tangle of parallel limbs whose passion had proved too much for them. Scott picked Rogue 4 up and set her down on the pile of her sisters, Rogue 1 and Rogue 3, who accepted her into their nude heap of flesh, barely moving except to occasionally stir, reach out, caress each other in sleepy harmony, and return to their slumber reassured that each other’s charms were still theirs for the taking.
Scott was wide awake, though. He stroked the heated flesh of Rogue 2 and Mystique, soothing them as they trembled, still locked together in their afterglow. The blood rushed back to his cock. His balls boiled once more. Raven opened her eyes to see his stiffness had returned.
“No sense wasting that,” she said. “Honey, do you still want him to fuck you in the ass?”
Rogue’s eyes were still closed, her head spinning. “Yes. Please…”
Raven took Rogue as gently and as confidently as she would play with a doll: rolling her onto her back, crawling on top of her so that they might have been sixty-nining. She tasted the exciting flavor of Rogue’s recent orgasm, just to know. Then she wiggled them around so Rogue was on top, on her hands and knees, looking down at the only pussy she had ever seen other than her own. It didn’t have a stripe of white through its kinky hairs.
Scott crawled up behind Rogue, leaning over her to kiss the back of her neck.
“Marian?” Raven called, brushing her mouth against Rogue’s leg as softly as Scott was her lips.
“Yes?” Rogue said wonderingly.
“Scott’s going to fuck you now. Right in front of me.”
“Oh yes…” Rogue arched her back, ready, so ready.
Raven licked her hand and used it to lube Scott’s hard cock just a little more. “I’m going to watch him take your ass.”
“You’ll have a great view,” Scott deadpanned. He ran his hands down Rogue’s back as he straightened. Rogue felt both him, and Raven under her body. Then he grasped her hips. She looked to see Raven’s blue hands almost obscuring the angry red of his cock, her fingers guiding it to her ass. And so, he notched her forbidden hole.
Pain filled her voice. “Mommy!” But there was no way Scott could hold himself back. Her hole was too tempting, Raven’s encouragement too fierce. He bunted forward, taking several inches of Rogue’s ass in one smooth stroke.
She screamed, but it was not all pain. Scott’s cock was more than twice as wide as Raven’s finger had been, but Mystique’s preparation had been skilled and loving. There was no painful resistance, only a quick surrender to the invading cock. Both lovers panted with energetic bliss as they were crushed together.
Scott slowed, giving Rogue time to control her pain, but Raven was not so merciful. She cupped Scott’s balls, pulling them toward Rogue, demanding he continue. And he followed her urging inside Rogue.
Rogue wailed, jerking helplessly as she was opened, “It’s too much! You’re too big!”
The impalement was only inches from Raven’s upturned face. She could see the blood pounding in Scott’s stiff cock, the cream glistening in Rogue’s pussy. She loved it, just as Raven had known she would. “Mother knows best.” And she craned her head back, her tongue swiping in one elongated sweep from Rogue’s wet cunt to the base of Scott’s cock, even to the bottom of his balls.
“Daddy wants your ass,” Raven said. Her fingers clutched Scott’s ass now, pulling him onward. “He loves your ass so much…”
It was true. Raven’s attentions were setting Scott’s cock on fire and the only thing that could put it out was the sublime tightness of Rogue’s ass. He dug into her, finally all the way in. Raven rewarded him by nuzzling his balls inside her mouth.
Hot. Wet. And tight. Very tight. The mixture of sensations, from Rogue’s rough passage to Raven’s gentle suckling, was euphoric. Rogue’s ass was even tighter than a virgin cunt, with better friction, and a massaging bodily warmth that thrilled him. Her jelly-soft ass cheeks quivered at his groin, so close he could feel the little inner workings of Rogue’s body as she tried to ease the pain and process the pleasure.
It worked, apparently. With no sign of pain, she began to work herself back and forth, jolting herself against his loins to increase the heated pleasure on his manhood. “Fuck me, daddy!” she yipped with an embarrassing amount of enjoyment. “Fuck me like you fuck mommy! Oh, oh, oh!”
Scott got his arm under her soft belly, his other hand fastening her white lock of hair together with all the rest. He held her in place as he rutted together with her, fucking her ass like he’d never have a woman again. It was perverse, animal pleasure and he wanted all of it.
“Oh yes, baby, daddy’s fucking you now,” he growled out, giving into Raven and Rogue’s game. “Daddy’s gonna fuck mommy’s little girl hard. You like that, baby? You want daddy to fuck your tight little ass wide open?”
“Oh, daddy, it’s so big! So big, daddy! Fuck me, fuck my ass all you like! I’m your little girl, yours and mommy’s! My body is all yours!” With Raven already having trained her asshole for sex, all it took was the fingers Mystique put on her clit for Rogue’s entire body to be whipped into orgasm. Later, her ass would be sore from the brutal use she put it to, but for now, all she felt was the same crazed pleasure as Scott and Raven.
“Good girl,” Scott moaned, “That’s my good girl. Take daddy’s dick, honey. Take this big hard cock in your ass…”
Raven was practically choking herself on Scott’s balls, tearing at her cunt with both hands. Like a three-way kiss, she made love to Scott and Rogue evenly, nipping at Scott’s balls, sucking at Rogue’s cunt, licking the root of Scott’s cock and tasting her adopted daughter’s cream. With Scott fully given in to the depraved ride, there was nothing more to do but come.
She kissed Rogue’s slit deeply, soulfully, feeling the telltale quivers on the tip of her tongue. She tickled those yearning feelings and tasted the juice straight from Rogue’s core. And her tongue could feel the hammering throb of Scott’s cock inside Rogue, its strong taste only separated from her by a thin veil of flesh.
She squeezed his balls between her hands like she was sculpting clay and tasted his cock going harder and harder into Rogue’s ass. “Daddy!” Rogue sobbed, her voice cracking like thin ice. “I love you daddy, I love you and mommy so much! I’ve dreamed about this for so long, daddy!”
She came, her sphincter locking hard onto Scott’s cock. He could only groan and strain as her well-fucked muscles squeezed him so tight he couldn’t even more. It was almost enough to make Scott come, but he gritted his teeth and rocked his hips as best he could, driving Rogue’s climax on and on until she might as well had had another one. She sagged down to Raven’s groin, one blue hand stroking Mystique’s clit, the other petting her white-ribboned hair. She muttered about how much she loved her mommy and daddy as she fell from the peak she’d reached.
A peak Scott was only now obtaining. He let his control slip from him slowly, his muscles and glands going rigid, glazing over with pleasure. His entire body locked up, but on Banshee, with his legendary discipline, he hung for years in the delirious tension that came before release. Then, with a booming laugh, his cock howled cum into Rogue’s ass. The girl jerked, crying out with each violating gush deep inside her. So much that it filled Rogue, far in excess of what her body could hold. It seemed like Scott had a gallon of jizz to loose. Beneath them, Raven closed one eye as the overflowing cum spilled onto her face.
Scott pulled his shrunken cock from Rogue—defeated at last—and Raven replaced him, licking up the spillage before her tongue delved inside Rogue’s ass for more. Rogue squirmed and moaned in bliss, either unaware or uncaring that tongue had replaced cock in her well-pleasured ass.
Cyclops sank, weak as a kitten, onto the pile of spent bodies—the soft, naked Rogues whom he had already satisfied. He relished the fading feel of his cock rammed into Rogue’s guts, bathed in the selfsame sperm he had pumped into the girl for the long seconds he’d taken to taper off and be spent. He relaxed into his orgiastic cushion, the world spinning, spinning, far too fast for him to catch up, and if Raven and the last of the Rogues joined him in his debauched comfort long after he’d fallen still, he did not remember it in the morning.
***
Scott came awake slowly, almost carefully, his body savoring the rest he’d found himself in after the orgy. He felt incredible, perhaps the aftereffects of the drug, perhaps the six women with whom he’d shared the night.
His pillow was both soft and firm. He reached up to adjust and found it was a warm, naked thigh. His ‘blanket’ was Mystique, sprawled across his body like moss growing over rock. And he was facing one of the dupe’s pussies, the white-streaked hair further embellished by dried semen.
It was completely decadent, depraved. He loved it. Not even trying to make sense of the orgy’s rubble, he gently pulled Mystique closer to him, kissing her and finding her lips tasting of Rogue.
“How dare you,” Raven breathed. “I’m an old lady. You shouldn’t wear me out like this. I’ll have a heart attack or something.”
Scott’s chest rolled with laughter. “I feel good.”
“It’s called sex, Scott. It’s supposed to do that.”
“No, I mean—ever wanted a sunroof?”
“A little.”
“Good. You won’t mind if this doesn’t work.” Staring up at the ceiling, Scott removed his visor.
Nothing happened.
Turning his head, Scott focused on a lamp on the nightstand. An optic blast shot from his eyes, pinpointing and destroying the object. And just as abruptly, it stopped. His eyes returned to normal. Wonderfully, blessedly normal.
Raven was fully awake now. “Scott… your eyes.” She reached up to touch his face—the same face that had always been under the visor, but so very different now with it gone. Like a piece of art that was no longer censored.
“My eyes,” Scott said.
“They’re beautiful.” Then, self-conscious, she drew her scaly hand back from his face. “Bet you didn’t think I’d be this blue.”
“I like it.” Scott ran his hand down her body, marveling at the contrast between his pink skin and her cyanic flesh. “It’s different. This is all… very different.”
“Fearless leader’s finally letting me corrupt him,” Raven teased, brushing her nose against his in an ironic-or-not eskimo kiss.
“Finally,” Scott confirmed, drawing her into a deep kiss. “You know what a good reason is for fighting the humans?”
“Mmm?” Raven asked curiously.
“Making a world where you never have to look less beautiful than this.”
“Mah gawd, you guys are adorable.”
Scott and Raven took their eyes off each other, for once, to see Marian standing at the foot of the bed. She’d dressed modestly as usual: long-sleeved blouse, jeans, gloves. It made her look like an alien among the room’s six naked hedonists.
Marian picked up one of her dupe’s arms. When she let it go, it dropped back down to the mattress. “Ah can feel ‘em burning low. They want to come home.”
“Are you sure you want them? All those memories?” Raven asked. “We can find a way around it if you don’t want them.”
“No. They’re part of me. Maybe if I’m more comfortable with that part, I’ll be a little closer to fixing my power.”
Raven smiled lovingly. “That’s my girl.”
“Here.” Scott got up, shouldering aside the dupes to scoop up the bed’s discarded sheet. He wrapped it around Marian, smelling of the night’s passion, and sat her down with him and Raven. “Are you ready?”
Marian looked at her dupes. So carefree, so innocent in the pleasure they’d taken. Pieces of her. Yes. She wanted them back. “Ah’m ready.”
Scott and Raven both embraced her, holding her within the cocoon of the sheet. And like the warm half-lives of her dupes, she let the pressing embrace take her.
And Marian came. No build-up, no foreplay. As the lives of her dupes were absorbed into her own, she simply orgasmed with a heat so intense it was painful. Climax after climax shattered her perfectly composed body, making it jerk and shudder within Scott and Raven’s grip like a broken puppet. She soon lost track of how many orgasms she experienced, both vicariously and in the here and now. They blurred together. Her legs stopped working, the muscles twitching and bunching so Marian could see them where her legs protruded from the blanket. After a small eternity, her ecstasy eased. She could breathe again, and she let her exhale flow from her body with the last sweetly burning pleasure. Scott and Raven nuzzled her body, kissing her shoulders through the thin veil of the sheet. And when she demurred, finished at last, they lowered her to the bed and she was drugged with her happiness.
“Is everything alright?” Raven asked, bunching up the sheet protectively over Rogue.
“Yes. Yeah. So good…” Marian sighed sweetly, looking at Raven with new eyes. She’d absorbed both the sins and the wonderful irresponsibility that came with them. “Guess I have a thing for older women, huh?” She looked at Scott. “I still want you to fuck me in the ass.”
They laughed. They weren’t a family—all of them were far too broken and lost to fit in as simple a shape as that. But all of them felt a new and wonderful support radiating from each other. It reminded Scott of the X-Men, but rawer, purer. He knew these women would not break, would not lie down, would not even show weakness to anyone but him. And he would do the same for them.
Marian picked up his visor and tried it on. “You know, I always thought this looked cool.”
“Want to suck me a little?” Scott asked, earning him a little slap from Raven. “What? She can feel what it’s like to be me for a little while.”
Mystique, of course, transformed into his twin. “Mmmm… not bad. I’d prefer being Angel, though. He’s pretty.”
The little switch in Scott’s head, long blocked, now flipped. Enough fun. Time to be responsible. Time to be the leader. He began gathering up his clothes. “I can’t believe Madrox let you borrow so much of his power. Did you put him in a coma?”
“We didn’t use Madrox,” came his own voice. Mystique, now playing with her transformed body’s endowment. “One of the prisoners here was Schizoid Man. Maybe we should keep him around. This could be Marian’s regular Saturday night thing…”
She looked at Rogue, who screwed up her nose in distaste. “Eww, mom—it’s getting hard.”
“Schizoid Man…” Scott said, doing up his pants. “Of the Liberators?”
“Yes, remember? They liberated the Ultimates’ boots so they were free to go up their asses.”
Scott blinked. “If they were captured by the Ultimates, they should be at the Triskelion. What are they doing here unless… shit.” He threw his shirt on.
Mystique sat up, coloring into herself again. “What is it?”
Without even his shoes, Scott was scrambling for the door. “Get everyone out. It’s a trap.”
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