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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 11: Meditations and Mediations
New York City – Colleen Wing’s Dojo
“Focus with me, Jean,” said a calm, collected Danny Rand. “Focus your mind, your spirit, and your body into a singular, central point.”
“I may need another minute…or several,” Jean replied. “Focus is considerably harder when you’re a telepath and the vessel for a cosmic force.”
“Difficulty makes any triumph far greater,” he replied. “For me to help in the manner you seek, we must run towards such difficulty.”
He spoke with conviction and serenity. It came from both experience and ability, honed within the mystical city of K’un-Lun. That journey collimated in him becoming Iron Fist. Having been infused with the mystical energy of the dragon, Shou Lou, Danny Rand understood the challenge of grasping forces greater than the material world. That was a major reason why Jean sought him out.
After their eventful encounter with Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson, she and Scott chose to extend their stay in New York City. They’d successfully secured office space for expanding X-Corp and placed it in responsible hands. However, the circumstances surrounding the conflict with Spider-Man, the symbiotes, and Jackal raised many troubling concerns.
First came the attack against Rogue and Ms. Marvel.
Then came the attack against Mary Jane Watson and Spider-Man.
On the surface, they didn’t seem related. They occurred in different areas. They attacked powerful individuals with no relation to one another. Officially, SHIELD and the Avengers were investigating both. Unofficially, and through X-Corp’s growing list of contacts, they were at a loss. That was a telling sign. She and Scott had been in the X-Men long enough to know not to ignore such signs.
There wasn’t much to go on. She and Scott had looked for the source of the attack on Mary Jane. They employed their psychic and cosmic abilities, but they still found nothing. It was as though someone had gone out of their way to hide themselves from anyone with their unique perspective. That shouldn’t have been possible without a gross perversion of greater forces. Having seen and experienced that perversion, Jean decided to pursue another approach.
“I can feel the strength of your spirit, Jean. It is fiery, to say the least,” said Danny as he sat in a meditative state.
“And for obvious reasons,” Jean added.
“You are plenty aware of yourself, your fate, and the power within you,” he continued. “That, alone, is a rare trait.”
“Thank you. The significance is not lost on me.”
“At the same time, the balance you’ve achieved makes you sensitive to greater imbalances in the world around you. You clearly sense something that should not be…a fate uniquely attuned to your own.”
“And everyone I care about,” added Jean, her focus faltering under that reminder.
“Your concern is understandable. It may also be why you are unable to grasp the source of this imbalance. I can try and guide you, but your fate is not the only one obscured by unseen forces.”
Jean took several deep breaths, as Danny had instructed before they began. She’d been meditating with him for over an hour. It felt like she hadn’t achieved much and was no closer to finding answers. Undeterred, she relaxed under the unique ambience that he had created.
It was almost midnight. The dojo, which was owned by his friend, Colleen Wing, had been closed since sundown. It still didn’t feel entirely peaceful. Finding it within Hell’s Kitchen had been challenging, even for a psychic. Danny Rand had been keeping a low profile for many reasons, some of which did not involve mystical forces. He was currently wanted for the murder of Harold Meacham, his father’s old business partner. Even before that, he’d been presumed dead after disappearing for ten years.
That didn’t stop him from making the most of his situation. He’d been living in a room no bigger than a closet at the dojo. He often turned the training area where Colleen’s students sparred into a place for meditation. That involved closing all the windows, turning off the lights, and lighting a series of incense candles around the matted area. Danny claimed it helped keep him centered while struggling to rebuild a life he’d lost. It also kept him connected to the mystical world that he’d explored in K’un-Lun.
That was the world Jean also sought to explore. Thanks to their connections with Wakanda, especially the intimate connection Scott made with Shuri, they were able to detect the anomaly that led them to Spider-Man and Mary Jane. Even with Wakandan technology, they could not make sense of it or surmise the source. Shuri told them it was beyond the material world. For that reason, Jean sought answers in the domain of magic.
She and Scott knew magic was real. As X-Men, they fought the unstoppable Juggernaut, whose power had been born from magic. While that gave them plenty of reasons to avoid it, Jean couldn’t discount the possibility. She convinced Scott that she could find that connection if it were there. Her efforts, so far, had yielded limited results.
‘Whatever this is…whatever’s driving this open wound in the greater cosmos…I know it’s out there. And I know it’s tied to me and Scott. I want to reach it, but I can’t. It’s just too…’
Jean silenced her thoughts, remembering Danny’s instructions from earlier. She had to clear her mind and mute her worries. That was difficult, even with the aid of the Phoenix Force. She couldn’t forget how this wound had somehow affected others. The idea that more would suffer because of her had filled her with such dread.
It showed in unexpected ways. While she and Danny sat in still silence, the incense candles flickered brightly. A hot gust of air blew through the dojo. Jean, wearing the same black T-shirt and jeans she’d worn all day, felt the heat impact the room’s ambience. It created a shred of distress that quickly escalated.
While she fought it, Danny remained serene and calm. It helped that he wore only his loose green pants with a yellow waist sash. Another gust of air made it more noticeable. When a fiery, Phoenix-shaped halo formed around Jean, it became too difficult to ignore.
“You’re more sensitive than I thought,” said Danny upon opening his eyes. “That only makes me half-right.”
“Sorry about that,” said Jean sheepishly. “Should we start over?”
“I don’t think that would help. I’m starting to see why you’re so uncentered. And it has nothing to do with your heart, your spirit, or even your resolve.”
“Then, where is this coming from?” she asked intently. “It’s really starting to worry me. I can’t shake this feeling that more will suffer if I don’t figure it out.”
“That feeling is coming from a good place,” he told her. “You’re a compassionate, caring woman, Jean. That alone makes your chi stronger than most. But there are times when we’re at the mercy of things we can’t control.”
“Even when we have cosmic power at our disposal?”
“A pebble and a mountain have the same essence. They’re still subject to the same forces. One just feels it more than others.”
Danny abandoned his meditative state and moved closer to Jean. She remained sitting, collecting her thoughts and re-asserting control. The Phoenix flame faded, but it had already sent a strong message. Even with the power and perspective that she and Scott had gained, there were impacts they had yet to grasp.
The man who called himself Iron Fist looked at her with more interest. He hadn’t been shocked when she found him. He seemed eager to help, even before Jean offered X-Corp’s resources to aid his effort to reclaim his family company. She wasn’t familiar with the mystic arts or places like K’un-Lun, but the power of the Phoenix Force affected many realms of existence. Even if it did so indirectly, she and Scott couldn’t ignore the bigger picture.
“You should know there are legends about the Phoenix in K’un-Lun,” said Danny.
“I’m not surprised. There are stories about mythical beings all over the world. Some just happen to be real,” said Jean.
“Between shape-shifting aliens and living gods like Thor, I think the very concept of myths has been undermined. But that’s beside the point,” he said with a slight chuckle. “The Phoenix is different. It’s not a god or an alien with the power of a god. It’s a sentient, cosmic force that connects with mortal beings.”
“No need to remind me of that. My husband and I figured that part out already,” said Jean, her eyes briefly flashing to make her point.
“That connection can mean different things, though. In K’un-Lun, there was a legend about a young woman named Fongji Wu. She was said to wield a unique gift that somehow drew the Phoenix from the cosmos. She was even described as having red hair and green eyes.”
“Guess even cosmic forces have a type,” said Jean with a bemused laugh.
“How she looked was not important. How she responded to the Phoenix is why the story matters. According to the legend, she had two paths before her. One would lead to corruption and destruction. The other led to creation and purity. She tried to prepare. She even sought the guidance of K’un-Lun’s greatest masters. When the Phoenix arrived, she thought she was ready.”
“And was she?” asked Jean, already sensing the direction of the story.
Danny hesitated. That was often a bad sign. At best, it was also a sign of uncertainty. Given the chaotic nature of magic, Jean assumed it involved both.
“She believed she was ready,” said Danny. “She even promised her friends and loved ones that she would wield this power honorably. When it finally arrived, all of K’un-Lun waited anxiously. From there, the legend gets obscure, but the end is always the same. Fongji decided it was best to leave with this power rather than risk its corruption.”
“If she wasn’t ready, then she made the right choice,” Jean said.
“That’s the lesson that what most take from that story. It’s not entirely wrong, but I feel it’s incomplete.”
He paused for a moment and closed his eyes. Jean sensed conflict echoing from his mind. For someone as well-trained and focused as Danny Rand, that too was a sign. Whether it was good, bad, or neither was difficult to surmise. However, he offered a level of introspection that was rare for both psychics and wielders of a cosmic force.
“In many versions of that same story, Fongji’s decision is celebrated,” Danny continued, “but shortly after, there’s a terrible storm that descends over K’un-Lun. It causes destruction, devastation, and suffering. It seems unrelated to the story, but I think there’s an important message there…one that might be relevant for you and your husband.”
“Are you saying our decisions haven’t been sound?” asked Jean. “Because we happen to know the alternative scenarios. Believe me. It can be worse.”
“I do believe you,” he said, “and I don’t doubt that your decisions have been good and noble. But you can say the same thing about Fongji’s story. At that moment, she did what everyone agreed was right. However, her departure had unexpected consequences. She wasn’t there to help K’un-Lun in its time of need. That didn’t take away from the purity of her spirit. It just reminds us that there can be dire consequences, even when you do the right thing.”
A heavy silence followed. Jean took a moment to process the story. She appreciated the lesson it conveyed. She hadn’t forgotten the terrible tragedy that could’ve befallen her and Scott if they hadn’t embraced the Phoenix Force together. That fateful choice, along with the others that followed, led them down a bold new path. By every measure, it was a good one. They’d never been happier and more fulfilled.
Since those choices had worked out so beautifully, they had no reason to suspect they’d done anything other good with their newfound perspective. They weren’t even sure if there was a connection between what happened to Spider-Man and the attack on Rogue and Ms. Marvel. She and Scott had plenty of reasons to shrug it off, move forward, and continue building X-Corp.
However, that twinge of uncertainty lingered. No matter what psychic abilities and cosmic forces told her, she just couldn’t ignore it.
“That’s exactly what Scott and I are trying to confront,” Jean said in a restless tone. “We’ve seen what happens when power overwhelms and corrupts. We’ve also seen what happens when it’s not used responsibly. If there is a burden to bear for the choices we make, then we should be the one to bear it.”
“That’s an honorable effort, Jean,” said Danny, “but you can’t charge down a dangerous path without creating more danger.”
“Then, what do I do? What can I do without making things worse?”
“Aside from you and your husband staying true to your spirit, there isn’t much, I’m afraid. I encourage you to keep searching, but at some point, you have to wait for the bad karma to come to you.”
“That’s what scares me,” said Jean distantly. “When it comes, it’ll somehow undermine all the good that Scott and I have done.”
She finally broke from her meditative state and hugged her shoulders. Her eyes flashed with the fires of the Phoenix again. Even a cosmic force shared her concerns. It filled the dojo with another gust of hot air.
Danny moved in closer and offered a comforting gesture. That helped the air around her settle. She remained tense, but the ambience of the room helped keep her calm.
“Try not to think of it like that,” said Danny. “Fear of losing what you’ve gained is often the first step towards tempting fate. You’re better than that, Jean. And so is your husband.”
“Thanks,” she said with a smile, “I feel like we do enough tempting as it is.”
“So I’ve heard,” he replied with a humored grin, “but don’t let uncertainty keep you from doing what’s right. So long as you remain driven by love, compassion, and honor, you will be strong enough for whatever fate may come.”
“Love and compassion are never in short supply with me and Scott,” said Jean confidently. “I still feel like we could do more.”
“You’ve already secured plenty of allies. I’ll even assist help once I get my family company back.”
“Which shouldn’t take long,” Jean noted. “We already have Jennifer Walters on the case. She told me she can have you in a much nicer dojo by the end of the month.”
“I appreciate that. That’ll help with more than just my living situation,” said Danny with a hopeful smile. “In the meantime, there are other ways I can aid you. From what you’ve shown me, I suspect that guided meditation won’t suffice. To maintain a critical sense of balance, you might benefit from a different kind of mediation.”
“Different how?” Jean asked curiously.
Danny’s focused, discipline poised shifted. He diverted his gaze briefly, trying to hide a slight blush on his face, but failing. In an instant, he went from being Iron Fist, the a highly trained kung fu master, to a typical young man in the middle of New York City. Jean would’ve laughed if she weren’t so intrigued.
“Well, for one…it cannot be done fully clothed,” Danny told her, still looking away.
“That doesn’t bother me,” Jean said, her intrigue further heightened.
“You can keep your underwear on, if you wish,” he added.
“What if I don’t want to?” she asked curtly.
The young kung fu master blushed and shook his head. That caught him by surprise. He must have known about her and Scott’s comfort with sex, nudity, and everything in between. It wasn’t like Tony Stark or Ben Grimm were good at keeping secrets. She doubted he expected her to get that excited about taking her clothes off.
“That…works just as well,” he went on. “In K’un-Lun, there was a type of intimate meditation. It was often practiced by couples, close friends, and those with passions not easily tempered.”
“Sounds like I check every box,” said Jean.
“It’s intended to channel one’s chi through a different path,” Danny said. “Some rely on the spirit. Others rely on the body. This uses both and requires a level of openness that not everyone can manage.”
“Do you think I’m one of them?”
He hesitated again to answer, but not out of the concern he showed earlier. Jean lightly cupped his chin and turned his gaze towards hers. He’d stopped blushing, but he still had that telling grin on his face. Between the prospect of nudity and the ambience of the dojo, Jean sensed where this was headed.
Danny had to have sensed it too. The lingering heat in the air, along with the soft light provided by the incense, had already created an intimate mood. It might have been ideal for meditation, but it was also ideal for other activities.
“My thoughts are not important,” Danny told her. “All I need to know is that this is what you choose. If so, I promise to provide proper guidance…which may entail more than just focus.”
“I’ve already made my choice,” said Jean with a telling grin. “You told me to not let uncertainty keep me from doing what I feel is right. There are many things I’m still uncertain about. This isn’t one of them.”
Without hesitation, and with a grin that grew even wider, Jean stood up in the center of the dojo and took off her clothes. As if to supplement the spiritual atmosphere that Danny had set up, she used her powers to facilitate the process.
She closed her eyes, rose her arms up over her head, and telekinetically removed her attire. Her shirt slid up over her head, along with her bra. Her pants slid down her shapely legs, along with her panties. She’d already taken her shoes off before entering the dojo, as Danny had requested. Once fully naked, she briefly flashed a halo of the Phoenix Force. It helped convey the kind of fiery passions that Jean had come to cherish.
It also left Danny Rand in a state of awe. Looking up at her naked form, surrounded in Phoenix-shaped flames, he clearly liked what he saw. Even though he’d fought a dragon and encountered mystical forces of all kinds, he was still a young man in the presence of a naked woman.
“By the spirits of K’un Lun,” he said under his breath.
Jean laughed, but maintained a serious demeanor as she stood before him. She made no effort to cover her breasts or genitals. She had a feeling that such reservations were not conducive to spiritual balance.
“So how do we do this?” asked Jean, jarring Danny Rand from his daze.
“Um…lie down on your back,” he said, quickly returning to his serious demeanor. “Keep your arms at your side. Relax and breathe deep, just as you did before.”
Jean did as the young kung fu master asked. Erotic ambience aside, she still took it seriously. She saw the benefits of staying balanced, focused, and centered. It could only help her and Scott as they navigated their path as bearers of the Phoenix Force.
It could also be fun, too. That was a definite bonus.
“I trust your expertise,” said Jean, now flat on her back with Danny kneeling by her side. “Guide me through this as best you can.”
“I’ll do my part,” he told her. “Rest assured, I’m very motivated to do it well.”
“I’m sure you are,” she said curtly.
The dojo fell silent, but the air remained hot. Jean began the breathing techniques that Danny had showed her earlier. She cleared her mind and focused her thoughts, passions, and desires. Danny did the same, taking deep breaths and holding his hands together in a meditative state. This time, however, his focus was on her.
She could sense a hint of desire seeping through his disciplined state of mind. It didn’t distract him. He didn’t resist it, either. For him, basic instincts and higher instincts were on the same page. That feeling of desiring and being desired created a new kind of serenity, albeit one that couldn’t remain too serene.
“Keep your eyes open,” he told her. “Focus on the heavens above. With your permission, I’m going to place my hands on your body. I’m going to share my chi with yours.”
“Is that all we’re going to share?” asked Jean.
“That depends,” Danny said cryptically. “If your spirit is as passionate as you claim, then we may have to supplement that chi.”
The deep undertone in his voice roused some of those passions. Given the prospects of an attractive young man touching her body, that was only natural. Jean still made an effort to stay focused, but didn’t dare repress any desires that might arise.
As she kept breathing steadily, Danny leaned in and placed his hands on the side of her face. He was gentle, but direct. There was an energy to his touch. She felt it in her skin, but the feeling was stronger in her spirit.
“Through the spirits…we journey,” he said.
Almost immediately, Jean reacted favorably. His touch was so warm and soothing. On exposed skin, it felt like a concentrated dose of relaxing energy, sending gentle waves of healing sensations coursing through her body. She exhaled in a deep sigh of contentment. She could already feel her spirit becoming more balanced, but her body still craved more.
“As the journey continues,” Danny continued, “and we venture further.”
With as much focus as before, the kung fu master guided his hands down her naked form. From her face, he journeyed down her neck, shoulders, and arms. He was slow and careful, maximizing the effect of his enchanted touch. It further spread that peaceful sensation that sent Jean into a deeper state of relaxation. As the journey progressed, that same relaxation morphed into excitement.
She continued breathing and concentrating, but could feel Danny’s hands venturing from her arms to more sensitive parts of her body. He began by retracing his path, making her way back up to her shoulders and neck. Then, he slowly worked his way down her torso. When he arrived at her breasts, he stopped and refocused his energy.
Another warm gust blew through the dojo, as if to add greater urgency to their efforts. Danny got the message and deepened his focus. With the utmost care, he caressed her breasts. A more powerful wave of sensations followed, rousing Jean’s spirits, as well as her passions.
“Ooh!” she moaned. “Your touch…so warm.”
“Keep breathing, Jean,” Danny told her. “Breathe, focus, and journey with me towards inner peace.”
He lightly rubbed and fondled her breasts with the utmost care. It didn’t feel like outright foreplay. Danny wasn’t some teenage boy playing with a woman’s breasts. He knew what he was doing. He also knew the feelings he sought to evoke. Jean wasn’t just aroused by his touch. She felt a unique feeling of contentment wash over her. It made the idea of strengthening her spirit seem less daunting.
As Danny touched her breasts with his talented hands, he moved in closer. The warmth of his body mixed with hers, making made for a more intimate feeling, inspired by both physical and non-physical forces. He even began chanting something in a language Jean hadn’t heard before. While she didn’t know what the words meant, she picked up on the intent in his thoughts.
‘Guide us. Inspire us. Unite our desires.’
Both the sensations and the urgency intensified. Danny, now more focused than ever, continued the journey.
One hand remained on her breast while the other trailed down her torso. He was slightly faster than before, as if drawn by a stronger force. That force must have emanated from her inner thighs because that was where his hand stopped. Initially, he just grazed his hand over her vulva and outer folds. It sent another wave of relaxing energy coursing through her body. It was more intense than before. However, it also had a secondary effect.
“Ooh!” Jean moaned. “The journey…so intense.”
Another gust of hot air swept through the room. Every incense candle in the dojo flickered. It sent a powerful message that no kung fu master couldn’t ignore.
“It seems our journey has reached a turning point,” Danny said. “Your spirit and your flesh are highly attuned, Jean Grey-Summers.”
“Attuned, you say?” she quipped. “Is that all you sense?”
“Not at all,” he replied. “Your chi is telling me something, but your body is shouting it. And rest assure, I’m listening.”
With deepened focused, he channeled his powerful touch onto her aroused womanhood. He kept one hand on her breast, caressing it in a manner that kept the sensations flowing through her upper body. He then maneuvered his other hand to her inner thigh and evoked a new round of sensations from her lower body.
They were the most intense she’d felt thus far. Just as he’d done with her breasts, he caressed her pussy in a way that ignited more than just her spirit. He slipped two fingers into her folds while gently rubbing her clit. He applied just the right amount of pressure to just the right areas, triggering more sensations that spread throughout her body. It felt good superficially, but the pleasure carried with it a deeper meaning.
“Spirit…chi…flesh,” Jean gasped. “I feel it!”
“As do I,” said Danny, sounding impressed. “I definitely feel it.”
Her breathing intensified.
Her body trembled under the steady flow of sensations.
Both her arousal and her excitement escalated. Her inner thighs became hot and moist. The way Danny touched her wasn’t too intense, but wasn’t too gentle either. As if guided by divine forces, he stimulated her with focus and determination. It was perfectly balanced, as if to demonstrate the power of the concept. It proved more powerful than Jean expected because she could feel an orgasm coming strong.
“Danny, I…I’m going to…come!” she gasped.
“Do it, Jean!” he urged her. “Let your spirit and your body connect.”
The sexual release that followed came effortlessly. There was no push or drive to obtain it. The feeling just came to her and it was incredible.
Jean, her eyes still wide open, clenched her fists and let out a deep moan that echoed throughout the dojo. She couldn’t remain still. Her body tensed and trembled under the onslaught of pleasure, her legs shifting to the euphoric rush. She felt the inner folds of her vagina contract around Danny’s fingers, coating them in a thick layer of feminine juices. He kept them inside her through the duration of her peak, never once breaking his focus.
However, even a skilled master of martial arts couldn’t help but admire the sight of her orgasmic state.
“By the spirits!” Danny said distantly. “Your chi is more fiery than I thought possible.”
“Mmm…fiery indeed,” she purred.
As the feeling passed, Jean’s eyes briefly flashed with the flare of the Phoenix Force. She finally shifted from her relaxed state and cast him a smile worthy of any divine force. Then, as if once more guided by divine forces, she drew him into a soft kiss.
It caught Danny by surprise again, but not enough to break him from his focus. The intensity of the kiss and the heightened intimacy they’d forged made for a unique mood. It showed in the way the incense candles burned. Whether powered by her chi or the Phoenix Force, they shone brighter than ever. It also revealed to them the last part of their journey.
‘Your chi is telling me something as well, Danny Rand,’ Jean told him telepathically. ‘You’re a disciplined, dedicated man. But you rarely get a chance to focus your passions. Now, I’m giving you that chance.’
They continued to kiss, their bodies drifting closer in an increasingly shared desire. Jean, becoming much more focused after her orgasm passed, traced her hand down the young man’s chest. While one pawed the distinct dragon-shaped mark, the other reached for the hem of his pants. Despite them being loose, she could feel his erection through the light fabric. It signaled that they were ready for that part of their journey.
“Jean,” said Danny, still focused, but also breathless, “if this is the path we take, we must do so wisely.”
“Sounds…enlightening,” said Jean with a seductive grin. “Will you guide me through that, as well?”
“I will,” he said strongly. “I promise to guide you as a true master of the Iron Fist!”
Dedication and determination echoed with every word. He sounded like a man preparing for the fight of his life. Looking into his eyes, Jean saw an intensity she hadn’t seen since her and Scott’s first kiss. It quickly re-energized her spirit, as well as her arousal.
They kissed again, this time with more focus and intent. The heat and energy between them inspired more foreplay. While Jean continued pawing his chest, Danny swiftly shed his pant and anything he had on underneath. It revealed the extent of his own arousal. From both his focused passion and his intimate touching, his manhood stood erect.
Now that he was as naked as her, they escalated their foreplay. They kissed and touched, maintaining a balanced intensity every step of the way. They touched and caressed, not letting their desires become too chaotic. It was so thorough and powerful, turning the heat of their bodies into a tangible feeling.
“Jean…follow my spirit,” Danny said through heavy kissing.
Without saying another word, they shifted their bodies. Their spirits must have been highly attuned because it required little thought or coordination. Like an instinct, they both ended up on their side in a 69 position. Jean now faced his rigid cock while Danny faced her still-wet pussy. Following more instincts, they proceeded to give each other oral sex.
Danny made the first move, lifting her leg slightly so he could bury his face in her pussy. Just as he’d done with his fingers, he used his tongue to probe her folds and stimulate her most sensitive areas. It sent another rush of sensations coursing through Jean’s body, which prompted her to intensify her efforts.
“Mmm…so much spirit,” she purred while stroking his cock.
Matching his focus, Jean took the length of his manhood in her mouth and began sucking. She also followed his example, mixing intensity with gentle care. It proved just as effective. She heard Danny moan in approval, even while immersed in her pussy.
Jean showed she could use her tongue as well. As she worked her lips and tongue along the length of his member, she made sure she stimulated just the right spots. It evoked more moans while also making his member swell to the point of full arousal. Soon, just like their spirits, their bodies achieved that perfect balance of shared desire.
“You’re ready, Jean,” Danny said, abruptly ceasing their oral sex.
“For what?” she asked, still grasping his cock.
“You already know,” he told her. “This time, I’ll follow your spirit.”
It was vague and a little coy, but Jean got the message. She didn’t even need telepathy. The same unseen forces that had guided him now pushed her. She just had to follow them.
Doing so led to another bodily realignment. Jean’s spirit must have been eager after being on her back for a while. She ended up on top of Danny, straddling his waist with her pelvis hovering just over the tip of his penis. She also took his hands in hers, held them together, as if to anchor them to this intense moment of focused passion.
Their eyes locked, Jean lowered herself onto his rigid member. With the same careful, yet focused sentiment that had guided them thus far, his hard masculine flesh penetrated her soft womanly depths. It was a basic physical act that demonstrated a deep spiritual concept, knowing the value of balance and the profound feelings it uncovered.
This kind of balance just felt very good. That made the lesson it imparted all the more memorable.
“Ooh! I like where my spirit is leading us!” Jean said through a blissful gasp.
“Mmm…me too,” said Danny, squeezing her hands with his as he took in the feeling.
Guided by both spirit and lust, their sex unfolded in a release of passionate energy. Jean set the tone, moving her hips and working her pussy along the length of his cock. Danny followed along, supplementing her movements with upward thrusts of his own. It started slow, allowing their bodies to adjust and embrace one another. It soon settled into a steady succession of motions, one balanced with just the right intensity.
It wasn’t too fast or hard. It wasn’t that kind of sex.
It wasn’t too slow or gentle. It wasn’t that kind of sex, either.
This was a unique manifestation of physical and spiritual enrichment. Jean felt it in both the sensations and the greater feelings that followed. Every gyration of her hips, along with every penetrating thrust, reinforced both. It perfectly blended the heightened insights of meditation with the intense physical experiences of sex. Together, they made a potent combination.
“That’s it, Jean!” said Danny. “Keep following it. Keep following the spirit.”
“Only if…you follow it with me, Danny,” said Jean.
He answered with actions rather than words, drawing her into an intense kiss that further heightened the intensity. Still following the spirit he’d helped awaken, Jean pursued more ambitious forms of balance through their sex.
With the incense burning brightly and the dojo radiating with sensual ambience, they maneuvered their bodies into a variety of intimate entwinements. After riding him so thoroughly, they rolled over and he returned the favor, working his body along hers and maintaining that focused rhythm. From there, they rolled onto their side so that Danny could spoon her from behind, working his manhood inside her inner depths while holding her hands in his every step of the way. After that, Jean found herself on her hands and knees with him thrusting into her from behind, their intimate flesh sliding and slithering so smoothly.
It unfolded so naturally, as if guided by unseen winds. The line between the body and the spirit blurred. Basic sensations gained greater meaning. From them, a greater awareness of the forces around them emerged. It didn’t just expand her perspective. It made what she already knew more profound.
To Jean, it was a revelation.
To Danny, it was a familiar manifestation of a special power.
“So much power! So much spirit,” he frequently gasped.
At times, his gasps were quite vocal. Jean sensed an orgasmic release, but she couldn’t tell if it was physical or something within his spirit. The way his member throbbed inside her at times hinted it was a mixture of both. It might have been a unique practice among those trained in kung fu, managing their sexual release in such a way that allowed them to enjoy extended meditations like this.
It also might have just been his way of sharing in the ecstasy. Jean certainly had her share of that too. She had multiple orgasms over the course of the act. While not as intense as the first, they further solidified the power of this feeling. It also gave her plenty of incentive to share these techniques with Scott the next time they sought a deeper connection with their sex. For the time being, she focused on the connection before her and where it might lead.
‘All these feelings…all these experiences…they’re so much bigger than myself. Is that what I’m supposed to uncover? Have I yet to see the full picture of this new perspective?’
Such profound insights coincided with more euphoria. She and Scott had experienced so much. Their perspective had widened, but she was no longer certain that they’d seen the full picture. The Phoenix Force had done so much to expand their senses, their passions, and their understanding of the world around them. However, they could not grasp it all through cosmic power alone.
Jean recognized more of that power as the feeling between her and Danny culminated. Through balanced passions, they shared the experience, connecting their spirits as well as their bodies. Eventually, the extent of both was set to converge.
Sensing this, she and Danny followed their spirits into an appropriate bodily alignment. They were back in the center of the dojo. Danny sat in an upright position with his arms around her waist. Jean was in similar position, her legs draped over his waist while she held onto his shoulders. With each of them wielding near-equal leverage, Jean rocked her hips back and forth, working his cock within her pussy. Danny once again used his arm strength to augment those motions, their intimate flesh moving in harmony with the sensual sway of their naked bodies.
It led them to the brink of another orgasm. However, this one promised to be different. With the conclusion of the feeling in sight, there was room for one more revelation.
“Jean…do you feel it?” said Danny, still gasping with every movement.
“Yes! I…I feel it now,” Jean gasped. “Mind…body…spirit…I feel them all!”
“Don’t just feel them,” he told her. “Embrace them!”
In accord with his urging, she channeled more passion into their act. The feeling intensified, as did the focus. Jean let go of Danny’s hands and planted them on his chest, just over the dragon-shaped mark. He tightened his grip on her waist, guiding her movements every step of the way. His strength augmented hers, complementing every movement and deepening the feeling.
Through that balance of sensation and revelation, Jean felt one last orgasm approach. Like the others, it came so easily and effortlessly. Rather than just let it wash over her, she pursued it. Her eyes flashed and a halo of Phoenix fires formed around her. At the same time, Danny’s hands began glowing with the energy of the Iron Fist.
“Yes, Jean!” he said through labeled grunts. “Just like that! Embrace it…just like that!”
“Yes! Oh yes! Ohhh I feel it now!” Jean exclaimed.
Through balance, focus, and passion, they both achieved that ultimate feeling. Jean climaxed first, throwing her head back and shouting her ecstasy to the heavens. Danny followed soon after, letting out a deep grunt as his lower body shuddered at the rush that came with his release. As their sexual fluids mixed within her depths, other forces manifested in that moment of ecstasy.
The energy of the Iron Fist became enraptured with that of the Phoenix Force. The cosmic flames became entwined with the greenish glow of the mystical energy born from the sacred lands of K’un-Lun. The physical, mental, and spiritual components of the experience came together in perfect harmony.
One last gust of hot air washed over their bodies, causing some of the candles to go out. As Jean soaked in every sensation, physical and spiritual, she cast the martial arts master a beaming grin. The usually serene fighter smiled back.
“I think we’ve meditated enough for tonight,” said Jean.
“You sure about that, Jean?” he asked with a smirk. “You still have that impassioned look in your eye.”
“I’m sure,” she laughed. “My husband says I always have that look. And now, I understand where it comes from.”
Jean offered him a final kiss on his now-sweaty forehead to show her gratitude. With one final exhale, they separated from their fleshly entwinement. The glowing of their respective powers had ceased, but the effects of the experience hadn’t waned. As Jean laid back and gazed distantly above, she took a moment to process what she had uncovered through Danny’s guidance.
“When Scott and I embraced the Phoenix, we saw everything differently,” Jean mused. “Our love, our passions, and even our sex life…it all gained a far greater meaning.”
“So I’ve noticed,” said Danny, still sitting next to her, admiring her relaxed form.
“It was all so incredible. It still is in many ways,” she continued. “At the same time, we don’t fully understand its impact. I see that now. We’ve just been so caught up in the power and passions it unlocked that we haven’t noticed.”
“You’re still lucky,” he told her. “Most people don’t realize what they lack until it’s too late.”
“It’s still just the first step. I came here hoping to forge a connection to the world of magic, one that might help uncover the source of these disruptions I’ve encountered.”
“Considering the connection we just shared, I say you’ve succeeded in that respect,” said Danny.
“And I appreciate that success,” Jean said with a smile, “but I now realize that magic alone won’t uncover the full impact of our choices. It can help, but like that story with Fongji, we can never be too certain. We can only prepare ourselves for whatever fate brings us. And if we have a chance to confront it, we must take it!”
“Do you honestly think you’re ready for that?” he asked in a more serious tone.
Jean kept gazing above, trying to process the breadth of the cosmos with the power she wielded in her own little world. It still seemed daunting, but she didn’t feel as overwhelmed as before. The dread she’d felt earlier had since turned into resolve.
She and Scott had worked hard to embrace their new perspective, as well as the power they wielded. They’d gotten to a point where they made their share of fateful choices. They were in uncharted territory along a bold new path. There was no doubt that there would be consequences and obstacles to that journey. Eventually, she and Scott had to confront them. Rather than fear, she had hope that they could rise to the occasion.
“I believe we’ll be ready whenever that fateful moment arrives,” Jean said strongly. “Until then, the best Scott and I can do is prepare ourselves. And if we can make allies along the way, then we’ll only be stronger when that moment comes.”
Upper Manhattan – Marikota Building Penthouse
“Stand and defend yourself, Scott Summers!” shouted the dangerous, determined voice of Elektra Natchios.
“Please, Ms. Natchios. I didn’t seek you out for a fight,” said Scott, still trying to be diplomatic.
“You still sought me out,” she said, “and somehow, you found me. That should not be possible.”
“I already told you. We have common allies in SHIELD. We also have a common friend in Wolverine…although, I doubt he sees me as much of a friend.”
“Such connections are trivial,” Elektra scoffed. “You say you seek my assistance. You dare cross my path while I’m in pursuit of a target. I grant that you are bold, but to earn my trust, you must prove you are worthy!”
The skilled assassin didn’t wait for further discourse. She launched an attack, narrowing her gaze on Scott and charging towards him with murderous intent. A lifetime of Danger Room training and sparing with Wolverine quickly kicked in. He took a defensive stance and evaded the initial strike. While he barely avoided the tip of her famous sai weapons, she immediately attacked again, slashing and swiping at him with uncanny ability.
Scott continued to evade the attacks. He’d hoped that wouldn’t be necessary. Both Logan and Nick Fury, who he’d contacted through Black Widow, warned him that Elektra was volatile place. In hindsight, he probably should’ve waited to confront Elektra until after she found out her target had fled the country. He thought he could use that opportunity to forge a mutual partnership. As much as he hated to admit it, he should’ve listened to Logan’s advice.
‘Never confront Elektra when she’s on the warpath. Never get in her way when she’s got someone to kill. Those were Nick Fury’s exact words. Logan said something similar, but with fewer words and more profanity. And for some reason, I still didn’t listen.’
Scott berated himself as he continued evading Elektra’s relentless attack. The notorious assassin was unrelenting. She showed no signs of hesitation or fatigue. She kept slashing and kicking, trying to land a deadly blow at every turn. If this were a danger room scenario, then the safety protocols would’ve been activated by now.
He used the spacious, well-furnished penthouse to his advantage. It was located on the top floor of a small, but upscale condominium complex in Upper Manhattan. It had a rooftop pool, a large living room, a private elevator, and imported furniture. It had once been owned by Wilson Fisk. It was later sold to a shell company owned by the Hand, an organization with which Elektra had a nasty history. The scars of that history showed in her every attack.
“Fight back!” she demanded as she narrowly missed another slash. “Strike me down! Or fall by my hand!”
“Is there a third option?” grunted Scott as he dove over a table just before it was slashed to pieces.
“None worthy of cowards!” she spat.
More attacks followed. Scott maintained a defensive and evasive approach as he processed the situation. Tactically speaking, he had the edge. He could decimate the room with a high-powered optic blast. He could summon the power of the Phoenix Force to subdue her with ease. However, using those tactics sent the worst possible message. He needed Elektra’s respect and defeating her in that manner wouldn’t earn him that.
Scott picked a bad time to seek an allegiance with Elektra Natchios. Not long ago, she’d been killed by Bullseye. Then, she’d been brought back to life, courtesy of the Hand’s mystical talents. The process had been messy. At one point, her soul had been separated and warped into a dark manifestation of herself. She eventually overcame the corrupting influence of the Hand, but was left understandably angry. She’d been on a personal quest to take down the Hand ever since.
Scott didn’t know all the details, but according to Black Widow, she’d killed more Hand assassins in one month than SHIELD had in the past two years. She knew how to fight. She also knew how to battle enemies skilled at wielding magic. That was exactly why Scott sought her out. If magic had been involved in the attack against Rogue, Ms. Marvel, and Spider-Man in any capacity, then Elektra could be a critical ally.
That was his hope. Scott even came prepared to offer X-Corp’s assistance in her endeavor. For the moment, though, his primary concern was ending this fight.
“There are many ways to win a fight,” said Scott as led Elektra towards the balcony door, “but few are free of bloodshed.”
“Speak for yourself!” barked Elektra.
She launched another attack. This time, she was more elusive. Scott dodged the first slash of her sai, but before he could fall back, the nimble assassin pulled off an acrobatic move that landed her right behind him. From there, Scott stumbled and could not avoid the next strike.
Thanks to his reflexes, it wasn’t a direct hit. However, the tip of her sai tore through the shoulder and chest area of his Phoenix uniform. It tore into his skin as well, creating a sizable cut across his chest. It didn’t bleed, but it still hurt.
“Aagh!” he shouted.
She moved in for another stab. Scott blocked that with his arm, but could not avoid the hard kick to the torso that followed. Eleketra demonstrated greater leg strength than expected. She sent him back several feet. His back hit the glass sliding door to the pool balcony. He landed with such force that the glass cracked.
Now on the floor, his chest stinging and the wind knocked clean from his lungs, the former X-Men leader fought to pull himself up. Despite his pained state, Elektra approached in preparation for another attack.
“Blood has been shed,” she told him. “I could’ve shed much more. That strike was your first and only warning. Submit now! Or I promise the next strike won’t be so gentle.”
“What makes you think…you have the upper hand?” Scott said, still gasping for air.
“You think you can outwit me?” she scoffed.
“That depends…on how I choose to win this fight.”
She remained skeptical and undeterred. Scott didn’t expect anything else. That actually worked to his advantaged. Even though he’d hoped to deal with Elektra peacefully, he never went into an unknown situation without several backup plans. It was just a matter of waiting for the right moment.
With Elektra so focused on him, thinking he was cornered, that moment had arrived. Before she launched her next attack, Scott finally unleashed an optic blast. Elektra dodged with ease, just as he’d expected.
“You missed!” she shouted.
“Did I?” he said with a smirk.
Before Elektra landed, the optic blast struck a large mirror across the living room, ricocheted off the TV, and back towards the exact spot on which she landed. It had been a small, concentrated blast that wasn’t meant to destroy or seriously wound. It was tuned for pinpoint accuracy. All those hours spent mastering the angles of his optic blasts paid off. It ended up hitting her right in her hand, causing her drop her sai.
“Ahhh!” she yelled out.
In that brief moment, Scott got another optic blast off. Like the first, it ricocheted across the room, hitting various pieces of furniture along the way. When it reached Elektra, it hit her other hand, causing her to drop her other sai. It rendered her completely disarmed.
That was no small feat. The number of individuals who successfully disarmed Elektra Natchios was exceedingly small. Logan advised him that Elektra’s preferred language was combat. To get her attention, he had to be willing to fight. To send a message, he had to be creative.
“Enough of this!” Scott said strongly.
With renewed strength, he finally attacked. He didn’t use optic blasts, this time. Instead, he hit her with a standard take-down maneuver, similar to the ones he’d learned during his early days with the X-Men. He managed to get Elektra away from her sai, pushing her across the living room and over the oversized couch in the sitting area.
When they landed, he made sure he had her pinned with his forearm and his knee. Elektra still resisted, but her expression changed. It had clearly been a while since someone got the upper hand on her.
“You took me down,” she said, “but you won’t defeat me!”
“I’m not trying to defeat you. I’m trying to talk to you,” Scott told her. “I know you can get out of this. I don’t doubt you can beat me in hand-to-hand combat if we keep dragging this out. But I don’t want that. I want your help.”
“Why me?” Elektra scoffed. “Why seek my assistance?”
“Because it involves magic, deceit, and shadowy forces that I don’t understand,” he replied. “There’s something out there…something dark, dangerous, and perverse. It has already struck more than once. I want to find it before it strikes again!”
They lingered in their combative state. Scott kept her subdued for a brief moment, giving the skilled assassin time to contemplate his words. Elektra was in a volatile state. Even SHIELD had avoided her since they confirmed she’d returned from the dead. Reaching out to her was a risk, but after what happened to Rogue, Spider-Man, and Ms. Marvel, he and Jean had to take such risks.
Scott took another major risk by releasing Elektra from his grasp. That sent another message to the assassin. It was a bold act of trust from someone she’d just wounded with her sai. He showed no animosity for her actions. He just took a few steps back, held up his hands, and took on a less hostile demeanor.
“I fought back, just as you said,” Scott told her. “I was in a position to shed more blood. I chose not to.”
“You didn’t demand my submission, either,” Elektra pointed out.
“That’s because I don’t want your submission. I want your trust. That’s how I prefer to win fights like this. An enemy tries to force it. An ally seeks to earn it.”
Those words came directly from the lectures of Charles Xavier. Scott knew them well, but they proved difficult to implement when the X-Men’s battles included Sentinels, Magneto, and human bigotry. They became more relevant after embracing the Phoenix Force with Jean. He believed they were just as relevant for someone in Elektra’s position.
Despite her hostile demeanor, she didn’t attack again. She rose back to her feet, but remained apprehensive. A tense silence followed. It only ended when Elektra took a step closer and studied him with her penetrating gaze.
“You seek my aid in a conflict you don’t understand,” she told him. “You come to me when I’m already on a mission. You even have the audacity to spare my blood when you have a chance.”
“Is it really that audacious?” Scott questioned.
“If you knew how many wanted me dead, you’d scoff at that question,” said Elektra. “Considering I’ve been dead, you might even laugh.”
“I heard about what happened to you, Elektra. It’s no laughing matter.”
“And I heard what you and your wife have been up to lately…and not just respect to your public dealings.”
Scott rolled his eyes and sighed. A lot of people seemed to know about his and Jean’s sexual exploits. Such lurid rumors spread fast and they didn’t do much to quell them. If anything, they fueled them with every intimate connection they made.
“Yeah, details regarding those other dealings seem to get around,” said Scott with a half-grin. “Jean and I should probably do something about that before the Daily Bugle makes it a story.”
“While I don’t concern myself with such things, I can appreciate your noble intentions. I just fail to see why I should bother. Both the Avengers and Nick Fury have tried to make me their ally. I don’t doubt for a second that they wish to make use of my talents for their own ends.”
“In the interest of full disclosure, X-Corp wants to employ your talents too. We just prefer doing so in a more official capacity.”
“Call it what you want. I have my mission. I seek to bring down the Hand,” Elektra continued. “You clearly have missions of your own. I don’t see how they could possibly align with my own.”
“Maybe they don’t at the moment,” Scott replied, “but that might change at some point in the future.”
“What makes you think they ever would?” she scoffed. “Baseless speculation? False hope?”
“More like…a gut instinct,” he said.
Another silence followed. Eleketra’s gaze narrowed. She might not have been in a stable state of mind, but she was a trained assassin. She knew the benefits of instinct. It often meant the difference between life, death, or a failed mission. It also happened to be an important component of his and Jean’s evolving perspective.
They’d been trying to make sense of what happened with Rogue, Ms. Marvel, and Spider-Man. On the surface, there was no connection. They happened at different times and different places. They also employed very different tactics. However, he and Jean agreed there was a link. They couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but they still sensed it. It felt like something they couldn’t ignore.
“I know it’s a gamble,” Scott continued, “but you know better than most that fate often defies the odds, no matter how long they might be.”
“On this, we agree,” said Elektra.
“We want to help you battle the Hand. We also want your help in finding new and unexpected threats, especially when they come from unfamiliar places.”
“The Hand is a familiar threat to many,” she pointed out.
“But the world they operate in is not,” he said. “They use magic, manipulation, and subversion in a way few can confront. You are among the select few, Elektra. I know you’re plenty capable of fighting this war on your own. I only ask that you consider how much more you could accomplish if you had allies.”
He came off as both sincere and tactical. Scott had been around enough fighters to understand what drove them. Elektra was just more driven than most.
She’d been waging a very personal war that had been born from some very personal stakes. She preferred to wage those wars on her own. Logan told him that was one of Elektra’s most defining traits. She also went to great lengths to defeat her enemies. That was another trait and one Scott hoped to appeal to. She hadn’t tried to attack him again, so his approach seemed to be working.
Scott gave her time to contemplate his words. Elektra remained cautious, but not nearly as hostile as before. She took a step closer, still studying him, as if to find a weakness. Scott, despite the visible wound on his chest, did not falter under her gaze.
“Before I can even entertain such an arrangement, I should warn you. Allies of mine have a tendency to get hurt,” Elektra said.
“We can handle it. My wife and I are used to such dangers,” Scott told her.
“Even when they are not of this world?” she asked.
“Especially when they’re not of this world,” Scott replied strongly.
He removed his visor and showed her his glowing red eyes. He also summoned the power of the power of Phoenix Force, causing his eyes to flash. That seemed to make a bigger impression.
“I’m usually skeptical of those who make such a bold claim,” said Elektra. “The fact you were able to disarm me gives you greater credibility.”
“Is that enough to give us a chance?”
“Almost,” she said. “If you wish to prove you can handle my world, I’ll need to test your resolve in another critical facet.”
“Whatever it is, I can handle it,” Scott said strongly.
The tension between them escalated. Elektra still looked at him as though she could launch another attack in the blink of an eye. She was standing so close that such an attack would’ve done more than scratch his chest. Scott was tempted to take a defensive poise. He chose not to. He trusted Elektra – despite her less-than-stable mindset – to make the right decision.
She glanced back at her sai weapons, which were still on the floor. She then turned towards him. Attacking again was an option. He sensed her seriously considering it. However, her hostile demeanor finally shifted, hinting that she’d made a different decision.
“You say that with such confidence. I’d like to test that,” she told him.
“How?” Scott asked intently. “Tell me what I need to do.”
“I’d rather show you.”
Her expression was still serious, albeit less menacing. That expression didn’t change as she carried out another act that caught Scott by surprise.
With an intensity that mirrored her combat skills, Elektra stripped naked on the spot. It wasn’t an attack, but it was almost as jarring. She wasn’t seductive or sensual about it, either. She threw off her red bandana cap, shed her gloves, and slipped out of the skin-tight red bodysuit that hugged her feminine frame so tightly. She then tossed it all aside as though they were useless rags.
Elektra made no effort to hide her exposed body, either. Years of training, combat, and struggle had given her a toned, shapely body. Scott couldn’t help but admire her many attractive features. From her hips to her breasts to her pussy, she was as beautiful as she was dangerous. She clearly knew she was beautiful. If the way she approached him were any indication, she wanted him to look at her.
Scott opened his mouth to say something, even if it was just to compliment her breasts. She silenced him before he could say a word by putting a finger on his lips.
“Fuck me,” said Elektra in a blunt, but determined tone. “Fuck me hard, fast, and without reservation.”
Before he fully processed her request, she grabbed the torn part of his uniform along his chest and tore it open. With the same focused agility that she’d demonstrated earlier, she peeled back the top part of his attire, exposing his upper body to him. Since he and Jean conjured their attire from random scrap, it didn’t bother him that she’d effectively ripped it to shreds. His only concern was the subtext of Elektra’s request.
“Fuck you,” Scott said, already short of breath, “you say it like it’s another fight.”
“It’s not, but there are similarities,” said Elektra with a lurid undertone. “Think of it as a test of physical prowess…one that shows you can handle messy, chaotic situations.”
“That still sounds like a fight,” he said with a half-grin.
“Call it what you want. I suspect you are uniquely qualified for such a feat.”
She finally cracked a smile. That was as rare as giant diamond. It also marked the first sign that Elektra had inclinations other than revenge, anger, and violence. To Scott, that was a promising sign.
“Do this,” Elektra continued, “and I will aid you. If there is a connection to magic in this danger you fear, I will find it. You have my word.”
“Which I promise we’ll value,” added Scott.
“And if that connection happens to have ties to the Hand…well, then feel free to invite your wife to our celebratory triumph!”
That added even more motivation, not that Scott needed it. Elektra was done laying out her terms for their alliance. The only thing left to do was seal the deal. Needing no further discourse, her lurid test commenced and Scott eagerly went along with it.
Just as she’d done with her first attack, Elektra made the first move. She aggressively jumped him, but with a very different intent than before. She threw her legs around his waist, grabbed onto his shoulders firmly, and crashed her lips against his in a kiss overflowing with raw lust. Scott, showing quick reflexes of her own, caught her in his arms. He even did so in a way that gave him a perfect grasp of her toned butt.
There was nothing gentle, playful, or subtle about their actions. As they hungrily kissed, Elektra’s breasts pressed against his exposed chest. That helped get the blood flowing to his lower body. As he held her up in his arms, Elektra rubbed her pelvis against his groin. That got the blood flowing even faster. Through his pants, Scott felt his dick respond.
The way they kissed, touched, and embraced one another sent a clear message. They weren’t going to just have sex. They were going to fuck.
“The couch,” Elektra somehow managed to say.
Heeding her words, as well as his own instincts, Scott carried the naked Elektra to the oversized couch in the center of the living room. Moments ago, it had been the site of an intense fight. Now, it was the site of something different, but still similar.
As soon as he sat down on the couch, Elektra made the next move. While biting his lower lip, she reached down and undid his pants. She kept grinding against him with her pelvis, ensuring that he was already semi-erect by the time they were loose. Then, with a mix of aggression and urgency, she slipped off his lap and pulled them off.
“Your dick,” Elektra said upon tossing his pants aside, “I must taste it!”
Scott didn’t try to stop her. He couldn’t have stopped her if he tried. The skilled assassin clearly had her own tactics when it came to this test of hers. If he was to keep up, then he had to employ some tactics of his own.
For the moment, he just held onto the back of the couch while Elektra dropped to her knees and began giving him oral sex. Again, she wasn’t subtle or gentle. Once she had his dick between her lips, she sucked and licked his manly flesh with uncanny intensity. It was initially overwhelming, but in the best possible way.
“Oh fuck!” Scott grunted. “Elektra, you’re so…determined.”
That sounded strange when said out loud, but Elektra didn’t appear to notice. She just sucked harder and faster, working his cock with a clear goal in mind. A flood of more sensations followed. Scott grunted and gasped as took in the chaotic twinges of pleasure. She occasionally looked up at him with that intense gaze of hers, daring him to say it was too much. Scott didn’t say a word. He just urged her on with an intense look of her own.
As her head bobbed up and down, he lightly grasped the side of her head, running his fingers through her long dark hair. His dick was already fully erect. With every slither of her tongue, Elektra dumped more fuel on his fiery lust. His ability to keep up with her thus far had ignited some lust of her own. It must have been a while since she’d been with a man who could keep up with her. That seemed to excite her.
“There! You’re hard,” Elektra said, abruptly ending the blowjob. “Now, you show your worth. And don’t hold back!”
“Is that a demand? Or a desire?” Scott asked, showing some excitement of his own.
“Both,” she said without hesitation.
Scott cast her an ominous grin. Usually, he didn’t tap into his Phoenix power during intimate moments. He and Jean had a policy of saving that kind of prowess for each other or unique situations. Given Elektra’s circumstances, this definitely qualified.
“If that’ll prove my worth to your liking, Elektra…so be it.”
As the former X-Men leader tapped into the Phoenix Force, his eyes flashed again with greater intensity than before. The power began flowing through him, the flames of creation mixing with basic lust. From a tiny spark, a firestorm of desire erupted within him erupted and Scott focused all of it on Elektra.
Seeing that fiery look in his eyes excited her even more. In fact, she seemed turned on by his shifting demeanor. That convinced Scott she could handle cosmic-fueled lust.
The skilled assassin was still on her knees, so he decided to take the initiative. With a drive supplemented by cosmic intensity, he grasped Elektra by the shoulders, shot up from the couch, and pulled her up as well. He then grabbed her by her firm feminine buttocks, lifted her up into his arms, and guided her to the nearest wall. Along the way, she hooked her legs around his waist and clung to his shoulder, her lust showing in the strength of her grip.
“Do it, Scott Summers. Do it!” Elektra said, daring him with her eyes.
Scott didn’t falter for a second. He ended up inning her to the wall right next to the balcony entrance. Her back pressed up against the polished wood as she hovered in his arms, pinned in a rare state of vulnerability. His eyes flashed again with cosmic flame, as if to warn her that she was in for a different kind of sex. That only seemed to turn her on even more.
The former X-Men leader shed what few reservations he had left. This woman wanted him to fuck her hard and that intended to deliver. With the same resolve and determination he wielded in any high-stakes mission, Scott aligned his rigid dick with her wet entrance. He then thrust his hips hard, driving his flesh into her with unhindered fervor.
“Is this want you want, Elektra?” he grunted upon feeling her womanly flesh surround his hard dick.
“Yes! That’s what I want!” she exclaimed. “Now start fucking! And you’d better fuck hard!”
It came off as more of a threat than a request, but Scott still gladly obliged. Armed with all the leverage, along with the power of a cosmic force, he began the heated humping. He worked his hips hard and fast, pumping his cock inside her pussy. Her naked body slithered up and down the wall. Her naked flesh pressed against his, adding to the heat. There was nothing affectionate or intimate about it. This was just rough, raw sex.
“Harder! Do it harder! Fuck me harder!” Elektra kept saying.
Scott replied only with determined grunts, burying his face in her shoulder and focusing every ounce of lust into fucking this dangerous woman. Rough or not, Elektra knew how to make it feel incredible.
She was so hot and tight. Her inner folds squeezed and throbbed around his cock with every thrust. She repeatedly raked her nails over his shoulder and back, occasionally biting his neck in between loud moans of ecstasy.
Most men would’ve already been overwhelmed. Then again, most men hadn’t made love to Jean Grey on the moon. Fucking Elektra with such unfiltered lust required a different approach, but Scott was still determined to get the job done. In the same way a skilled assassin knew the value of completing a mission, he knew the value of keeping his word. In this case, it just meant fucking her hard.
She didn’t make it easy for him. Elektra overtly squeezed his torso with her legs. She dug the balls of her feet into his lower back, adding more force to every thrust. She demonstrated impressive leg strength, which forced Scott to tap more strength of his own, just to keep the pace up. In addition to penetrating deeper into her pussy, she skillfully contracted her inner muscles, daring him to blow his load and succumb before he satisfied her.
It must have been her way of testing both his resolve and his sexual prowess. While it made his efforts harder, Scott never lost his focus. Despite the intense pace of their sex, he managed to fuck her hard enough and long enough to get her to the brink.
“Keep going! Keep going, Scott!” Elektra panted. “You’re doing it! You’re going…to make me…come!”
She latched onto his biceps, scratching so hard that she left clear marks. She then leaned her forehead against his, shooting him a powerful gaze, urging him to finish the mission. Scott matched it every step of the way. Even as she squeezed his waist mercilessly with her legs, testing his resolve, he kept fucking her hard.
Finally, the deadly, yet beautiful assassin gave into the ecstasy.
“Oohhhh yes!” Elektra exclaimed.
She had the look of a woman who’d just slain an army of ninjas. Her legs tensed, her toes curled, and she threw her head back against the wall as she achieved her release. Scott felt strain in his legs, but he still held her up as she writhed at the waves of ecstasy coursing through every nerve. It was oddly beautiful, seeing such a deadly woman achieve such a wondrous.
“Death hasn’t made you less lively, Elektra. Not in the slightest,” Scott said.
She didn’t hear him. She just lingered in his grasp, taking in every last sensation. He’d managed to keep himself from climaxing, despite her pussy throbbing around his cock. He’d come close, but prioritized his mission to fuck Elektra as she desired. That was not lost on her.
“You…are a bold man, Scott Summers,” she said, still panting from her ecstasy.
“So are you, Elektra Natchios,” the former X-Leader told her.
“But how bold are you willing to be?” Elektra asked, her tone quickly becoming serious. “What are you willing to do when you’ve impressed a beautiful woman with your abilities?”
It came off as another dare. It must have been her way of letting him know that the mission wasn’t over. He still had to prove himself. After getting a taste of Elektra’s sex, Scott already had a hardy appetite for more. Daring to push the extent of his desires, he came up with a new plan.
“I’ll show you,” he said with the same fiery gaze that turned her on earlier.
In a burst of strength, aided partially by the Phoenix Force, Scott broke free from Elektra’s fleshly embrace. Then, with her body still processing the effects of her orgasm, he laid her down on the hard, dirty floor in front of the coffee table.
With the same determined focus and lustful intent, Scott got on top of her. He grasped onto her legs and held them apart. The sight of her naked body fueled more desire and the inclusion of cosmic power from the Phoenix sent it into overdrive. Even as she relished the after-effects of her orgasm, Elektra still seemed skeptical. She still looked at him as someone who hadn’t won the fight.
“I’m going to keep fucking you,” Scott told her intently. “I’m going to fuck you long and hard until I’ve proven myself.”
“You made me come once,” said Elektra. “Don’t assume that will convince me.”
“I don’t expect it to. I wouldn’t want it too,” he said with a mischievous grin. “You’re a daring woman, Elektra. But you’ve never been fucked by a man who shares a cosmic force with his wife!”
He made it sound dangerous, but all that did was turn Elektra on again. She still had that glint of lust in her eyes. She wanted more hard sex. She even craved it. Knowing more than just a potential ally was at stake, Scott went to work on the next phase of his mission.
It commenced with another hard thrust that drove his dick back into her pussy. From there, the hard fucking from earlier resumed. Again, Scott made use of his leverage. He grabbed Elektra by the wrists, pinned them to the floor, and hammered away. His pelvis clashed against hers, their intimate flesh slithering and sliding with reckless fervor. There was nothing deep or complex about it. This was just raw, rough sex.
“Yes! Yes! Ohh yes!” was all Elektra got out.
Watching Elektra’s naked rock under him, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, Scott grew more determined. His glowing eyes flashed brighter, the cosmic power within driving him to his limits. He’d held back for her earlier. He wasn’t going to do that now. He was ready to come.
Shifting his hands from her wrists to her breasts, he humped harder and faster. He quickly approached the brink, his member throbbing in anticipation. When that familiar rush came, he thrust with extra force, driving his cock up into the deepest recess of her pussy. Finally, he climaxed.
“I’m going to…come…hard! Ohhh fuck!” Scott gasped.
He let out a grunt stronger than anything he’d shown during their brief skirmish. His member throbbed inside her, releasing a thick stream of come into her pussy. As his juices mixed with hers, Elektra let out a deep moan. That hot feeling inside her affected her in more ways than she let on.
“I feel it. I truly feel…alive again,” she said.
Scott panted heavily through the duration of his orgasm, but he sensed the greater meaning of the moment. Suddenly, Elektra’s demand for hard sex made more sense. It also gained more urgency.
“You probably think…that a man might be done after that,” he said to her, still catching his breath.
“Would I be wrong?” Elektra asked with greater intrigue.
“Dead wrong…although that’s a poor choice of words.”
“It’s okay. You know how to make it up to me!”
She shot up from the floor and hungrily kissed him, ravaging his lips with hers, letting him know she wanted more. While Scott’s dick was still throbbing from his release, he remained very aroused. It was something he and Jean discovered quickly in wielding the Phoenix Force. It helped eliminate the usual refractory period that followed after sex. It helped them enjoy a very active honeymoon. Now, it would help him fuck Elektra Natchios as he promised.
They each took only a minor breather. For them, that just meant more heated foreplay before going at it again. As soon as he was sufficiently aroused, Scott continued fucking Elektra. Since they were in a spacious penthouse owned by a former associate of the Hand, they had incentive to be more reckless.
“Fuck me more, Scott! Fuck me hard!” Elektra proclaimed.
“Fair warning…it’s going to get chaotic,” he told her.
“It damn well better!”
He bent her over the fancy desk in the corner and fucked her from behind.
They got on top of the polished dining room table where she rode his dick to another orgasm.
He fucked her in the kitchen, knocking over as many overpriced appliances as possible.
He even pinned her up against the wall near a piece of overpriced artwork where he fucked her so hard that the frame fell off. They were causing plenty of damage, but that only seemed to encourage the skilled assassin.
Elektra climaxed multiple times. If a part of her was still dead inside, it wasn’t anymore. Scott was convinced of that. He climaxed a few more times as well, shooting a load on her face and breasts to further fuel the lustful chaos. At times, it felt less like sex and more like a fight that inflicted pleasure rather than pain. For skilled assassin like Elektra, it seemed fitting.
“You’re willing to endure. You’re willing to fight. You embrace the hardship,” Scott told her in the midst of the decadent outburst.
“Yes! I embrace it! I embrace it all!” Elektra proclaimed before climaxing again.
Scott tapped more cosmic energy to continue their ravenous sex. After all the damage they’d done with their lust, one thing became clear. Elektra could endure every bit as well as she fought. Having come back from the dead, there was nothing anyone could do to overwhelm her without taking a chance. Scott had yet to take that chance, thinking a touch of Phoenix flare was enough.
He eventually realized that to win this struggle, he had to adjust his tactics once more. After fucking her on the edge of the couch, the former X-Men leader came up with an idea.
“If hardships is what it’ll take,” he said through labored breaths, “then that’s what I’ll give you!”
Putting his plan into action, Scott turned her around and pushed her back up against the wall. Once again, the skilled assassin was pinned. She stood on her own feet again, her hands and breasts pressing against the wall. It gave Scott a perfect look at her firmly toned butt. His dick was still hard and dripping with her feminine secretions. Having already set aside his usual reservations, he grabbed hold of her hips and guided the tip of his dick to her asshole.
“You landed a few strikes on me earlier. You left quite a few scratches on me after that,” Scott told her, leaning in and whispering into her ear. “After this, consider us even.”
“Sounds fair,” Elektra replied, matching his lurid tone.
The former X-Men leader gave no further warning. He tightened his hold on her hips, his feet still planted firmly on the floor. He then thrust his hips forward, driving his dick into her unlubricated ass.
He let out a powerful grunt.
She let out a sharp gasp.
The penetration wasn’t nearly as smooth as it had been with her pussy. Her ass was so tight. Her inner flesh squeezed his cock hard, requiring more force than expected. Scott still pushed forward. Elektra’s reaction was a mix of pleasure and pain. It was difficult to tell how much of one or the other she experienced.
It didn’t matter. She still endured it. She also adjusted quickly.
“Hnn…my ass,” Elektra groaned.
“I’ll fuck it hard,” he said. “You still want that?”
“Yes!” she said without hesitation. “I still want it!”
The skilled assassin continued to surprise him. She practically invited the pain. A good fighter knew how to endure it. Scott understood that better than most. He had every intention of testing it.
Armed with renewed energy, Scott fucked her ass. He fucked it every bit as hard as he fucked her pussy. He rapidly thrust his hips, pumping his cock within her tight hole. He felt her body rock and shudder to each movement. Her breasts and the side of her face pressed up against the wall. That didn’t stop her form glancing back at him, urging him on with that intense gaze of hers.
“Do it! Do it harder!” Elektra yelled. “I can take it!”
Scott took her at her word. He channeled more energy, focusing his lust on this skilled woman who’d come back from the dead. His eyes flashed brighter as he fucked her ass harder. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her ass filled the penthouse, along with their decadent moans.
It eventually culminated in an overdue orgasm. He’d been holding back to show his resolve. Now, Elektra was about to find out what he could do when he let loose.
“So strong! So tight!” Scott grunted. “Elektra…I’m going to…come!”
“Give it to me, Scott!” she barked. “Fill my ass with your cum!”
He thrust his hips a few more times. Scott finally stopped holding back and let the flood of ecstasy wash over. The resulting climax hit hard, which seemed so fitting, given the situation.
He let out a loud, moan that echoed throughout the penthouse, just like Elektra had moments earlier. He squeezed her hips hard as he shot his manly load into her ass. White hot sensations surged accompanied such a powerful release. Elektra moaned as well, still pressing against the wall as the hot feeling washed over her. Scott still felt her gaze as he processed the feeling. She even cracked another smile. That made the feeling even more satisfying.
For a moment, they panted heavily as the afterglow sunk in. Scott withdrew from her ass and released his grip on her. Elektra, still smiling, turned around and pulled him into an embrace that felt less hostile than any she’d attempted thus far.
“You’ve made your case, Scott. You are a worthy man, indeed,” said Elektra.
“Glad I could meet your lofty standards, Elektra,” he said, still winded, but managing a grin of his own.
“Don’t make light of it,” she told him. “Very few men have proven themselves worthy of my trust. Know that the last man who did…I ended up dying for him.”
“That’s something Jean and I hope to avoid,” he told her.
“I don’t doubt your sincerity,” she said, “or your principles, for that matter. I tell you because it helps show how far I’m willing to go to complete my mission. You say there’s something threatening you, your wife, and X-Corp. And it may have a connection to the mystical realm…the same that the Hand often utilizes.”
“That’s our suspicion. We’d like to confirm it.”
“And you have my word that I’ll uncover the truth,” Elektra said strongly. “Just be mindful that the truth can be unpleasant. And whenever magic is involved, it can also be volatile.”
She sounded dead serious. Even while standing naked in his arms, reeking of sweat and sex, Elektra took her mission seriously. Scott could respect that. He even found it attractive. It was also not lost on him that finding answers could raise more distressing questions.
He and Jean already had plenty of concerns. The attack on Rogue and Ms. Marvel could’ve been a fluke. The attack on Spider-Man had more ominous details. After talking to him and Mary Jane, they were convinced that someone had aided Jackal. They were also convinced that he’d used more than his cloning expertise to achieve his goals. There were many possibilities, but no certainty.
If he and Jean were going to pursue their chosen path to the utmost, they had to confront whatever or whoever was behind this. With someone like Elektra Natchios on their side, they didn’t just stand a better chance. They had a skilled assassin who could navigate that shadowy world and fight through anything, even death.
“That’s why we need all the help we can get,” said Scott as Elektra released him from her embrace. “Yours will be incredibly valuable.”
“I hope your allegiance proves just as valuable,” said Elektra as she released him from her embrace. “Death has upended my life. Thanks to you, I’m more motivated to make it worth living. But my mission still comes first.”
“We intend to help you with both,” Scott told her, “but don’t think you’ll have to fight these battles alone. Jean and I plan on gaining more allies from the mystical world. Hopefully, our efforts will be just as productive.”
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