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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 13: Stranger Passions
New York City – Sanctum Sanctorum
“Are you ready to begin, Mr. and Mrs. Summers?” asked a nervous, but hopeful Dr. Strange.
“I want to say yes,” Scott replied, “but you’re the one who told us that nobody can prepare for magic on this level.”
“You also mentioned the Phoenix Force has a mixed relationship with the mystical realm,” added Jean, “although you didn’t go into detail.”
“Would you be insulted if I claimed ignorance might serve as an advantage in this instance?” said the Sorcerer Supreme.
“No, but we’re always concerned about advantages built on ignorance,” said Jean.
“Especially when it could affect more than this mission,” added Scott.
The mood throughout the Sanctum Sanctorum was tense, relative to the unique circumstances of the mystical domain it occupied. Dr. Steven Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme of their particular realm, invited them into the sanctum knowing they were out of their element. As X-men, they rarely dealt in affairs involving the mystic arts. Even in those rare cases, they didn’t seek it out. They just got caught up in it.
Scott and Jean finally broke that precedent when they reached out to Dr. Strange through the Avengers. While he’d been surprised to hear from them, he didn’t sound shocked when they told him why they sought his assistance. Like their new Asgardian allies, he’d sensed the same disturbances. He told them the Eye of Agamotto had seen unknown disruptions to the proverbial web of fate. It proved so disruptive that he could not identify the source or alleviate the damage.
The best he could do was assist them in making another connection to a world not known for handing excess chaos. Once again, Scott and Jean jumped at the chance to make such a connection. They even brought along some new resources, having procured a collection of magical rune stones from Asgard. It helped set up an ambitious, but dangerous mission in the heart of the Sanctum Sanctorum.
The mission involved Scott and Jean donning their respective Phoenix attire. It also involved traveling to unknown domains within the mystical realm through gateways that only the Sorcerer Supreme could open. While the logistics were in place, the details were limited. From a tactical standpoint, they were at a disadvantage.
Having led the X-Men for years, Scott knew better than most how hard it was to succeed on such missions. Looking over at Jean, who had unflinching faith in their ability to navigate such hardship, he didn’t hide his concerns.
“You’re right,” the Sorcerer Supreme conceded. “Ignorance is an unfit foundation. But when you’re dealing with forces beyond mortal understanding, it’s unavoidable.”
“We’re used to going in underequipped and outgunned,” Scott added, “but we never go in without understanding the situation.”
“Or believing we can navigate the challenges,” said Jean. “I still have faith that we can, but this is your specialty, Dr. Strange. We need to have as much faith in you as you have in us.”
“You said you’ve sensed the same disturbances we’ve sensed,” said Scott. “Even if you can’t see the source, what can you tell us about the damage?”
The Sorcerer Supreme broke from his meditative position. He let out a deep sigh as he sat atop an elevated altar that bore the inscriptions of the Vishanti. He’d been working with great urgency since they arrived. He’d rushed them to the nexus chamber, as he called it, the second they arrived. For what he asked of them, they deserved more than same short-sighted arrogance that cost him his career as a surgeon.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to break your concentration,” said Scott.
“That’s alright, Scott,” he told him. “It’s not you. I’m just…not used to dealing with these kinds of resources. Having Asgardian rune stones at my disposal is an unexpected luxury.”
“Well, if it helps us figure this out, we can promise you plenty more,” added Jean. “We’ve recently secured some critical allies in Asgard.”
“So I’ve heard,” Dr. Strange said under his breath, much to their chagrin.
“And if the danger is that serious, they’ll be happy to help,” Jean went on. “Consider this a sample of what we can offer.”
“While I appreciate your connections, there is not an issue that can be resolved with a few extra rune stones,” Dr. Strange said. “What we’re about to attempt is bold, but there’s more at stake than a few trivial disruptions to the mystical aether.”
The Sorcerer Supreme and former surgeon took several deep breaths before reorienting himself to the task at hand. He’d only given them the basics of what he had planned. Within the Nexus Chamber, he arranged the rune stones they’d brought on small mounts that had been strategically placed throughout the room. On the walls were various tarps with large circular symbols that resembled gateways. Both the symbols and the stones were already glowing, illuminating the center of the chamber in a bright yellowish light.
That was where Scott and Jean had stood for the past several minutes while the Sorcerer Supreme prepared the process. Under their feet, a series of emblems and markings had been drawn into the floor. As they waited, Dr. Strange sat atop a decorative chair that bore the inscriptions of the Vishanti, concentrating his power and ability.
The air around them was already swirling with energy, triggering reactions from both the Phoenix Force and other unknown energies. He and Jean came expecting to deal with plenty of unknowns. Their recent connections to the mystical world had offered hints of what they were up against, but they’d yet to venture into heart of that world.
That was about to change.
“You’re both new to the world of the arcane,” Dr. Strange told them. “That is to be expected. Few without the blessing of the Vishanti know of its power.”
“We have a cosmic force. I hope that’s the next best thing,” said Jean half-jokingly.
“Even the perspective of cosmic entities like the Phoenix can only perceive so much,” he went on. “Magic is akin to the unordered static of reality. Like any force, it can be tuned or channeled for various purposes. Those purposes are limited to the anchors of fate, but when those anchors aren’t there…”
Dr. Strange’s words trailed off as a cold gust blew through the chamber. Scott and Jean felt it too. It caused the Phoenix Force to react, forming a brief halo around them. Even cosmic forces had been disturbed by recent events. It didn’t bode well for what they might face.
“Then, I guess the question is who or what destroyed those anchors,” Scott surmised.
“That is the primary focus of this endeavor,” Dr. Strange affirmed. “Please understand that I have been investigating this matter for quite some time. I believe it coincided with an event that occurred shortly after you two obtained the Phoenix Force.”
“And you think there’s a link?” Scott asked.
“If there is, it is likely indirect,” he said. “When one embraces a new fate, it often impacts another in unexpected ways. Sometimes, the impact is small. It barely registers in this realm or others.”
“But this isn’t small, is it?” Jean said.
“No, it is not,” Dr. Strange said strongly.
Another gust blew through the room, sending shivers down their spines. The Phoenix Force continued to show it as more flares shot out from their fiery halo. It was distressing, but distant. It was like a storm they couldn’t see in the distance, but still knew was there.
While Scott and Jean tempered the agitated cosmic force, Dr. Strange gestured towards the Eye of Agamotto that hung from his neck. Immediately, it began glowing, forming elaborate shapes of light that rapidly grew into more complex forms. It eventually showed what appeared to be a large map that resembled the holograms often used in the Danger Room.
The map depicted many amazing places, including the world they knew and others, such as Asgard. Within that depiction, however, was a dark stain that connected to every one of them.
“What you see before you is the grandest of overviews,” Dr. Strange explained. “This is what the Eye of Agamotto sees when it observes our shared realms in its entirety.”
“Wow!” said Jean. “It’s beautiful.”
“Indeed, it is,” he said, “which is why the dark stain in the middle is so jarring.”
Dr. Strange waved his hands several times, causing the magic map to zoom in on the darkness. It came to dominate much of the room, causing more distressing gusts. Scott and Jean reached out to touch it, but that only triggered more pained reactions from the Phoenix.
“This is what the Phoenix sensed too,” said Scott. “It’s more than a little jarring.”
“That’s because it should not be. What you see is not a mere disturbance. It is a perversion of the strict order that maintains the integrity of the realm,” said Dr. Strange.
“And we may be responsible for it,” said Jean distantly.
“Again, it is likely indirect,” Dr. Strange reminded them. “Someone or something triggered this perversion. It was likely an effect rather than a cause…a recourse in defiance of the new path chosen by others. You mustn’t blame yourselves.”
“But if it’s our responsibility, we should still confront it,” said Scott.
“While I admire your resolve, such actions are not always possible, even with magic,” he told them. “Whoever or whatever is behind this perversion has hidden themselves well. They are akin to a thief who leaves only their shadow for others to find. To cause such damage means they are quite skilled. Confronting them at this stage would involve unknowns far greater than the endeavor before us.”
“They’ve already attacked others,” Scott reminded them. “How long can we put off a mission to strike back?”
“That, I cannot answer,” Dr. Strange said. “What we can do, however, is contain the damage. That involves reconnecting the realms to the appropriate anchors. That’s what I’ve tasked you to do. I’m afraid it’s all you can do for now. But rest assured, it will help. It might not be clear now, but it will aid you in due time.”
He sounded confident, which helped ease the tension in the room. With a few more hand gestures, the Eye of Agamotto closed and the glowing map faded. It left Scott and Jean with a somewhat better understanding of the mission before them. They still had concerns, but they trusted the Sorcerer Supreme could sense what remained outside their perspective.
Scott and Jean exchanged glances. Standing in the center of the room, the weight of the task before them finally sunk in. The setup required some time and resources on their part, as well as that of Dr. Strange. All the new connections they’d been making were being put to the test. The results remained to be seen, but they had the right tools for the job.
“Speaking of time,” Dr. Strange said, “we mustn’t waist a second more!”
“I have more questions, but even the Phoenix is getting antsy,” said Jean.
“That’s as good a sign as any that we’re ready,” said Scott.
“In that case, please stand in the center of the Primordial Nexus,” Dr. Strange ordered. “Prepare yourselves for a journey that will take you to the realm within realms!”
The time for reservations was over. The Sorcerer Supreme’s tone and poise left no room for doubt. There were still many lingering questions, but they weren’t going to find answers by dreading the possibilities.
Scott looked over to Jean. There was still a lingering anxiety between them, which the Phoenix Force felt as well. With the same bravery they’d refined from their time in the X-Men, Scott adopted a confident poise. His wife soon followed. He also extended his hand to hers, which she readily squeezed. Through her warm touch and the love that flowed through it, a renewed strength returned.
“Here’s to another journey with new connections,” said Scott.
“Guess we can never have too many of those,” said Jean with a warm smile. “I just wish we knew what kind of connections we’re making.”
“I have some inclinations as to who and what you might encounter,” said Dr. Strange as he returned to his meditative state, “but in this case, it is best to follow the winds of fate. Through the power Agamotto and the Vishanti, you won’t merely find your destination. It will find you.”
With those ominous words, Dr. Strange closed his eyes and began chanting. Through every word he spoke and every gesture he made, the energy throughout the chamber intensified. The glowing runes became surrounded in a bluish flame. The gateway-like symbols on the wall came to life, radiating a purplish mists that quickly coalesced into various shapes around them. It all began converging around them, forming a cyclone of energy that around their cosmic halo.
“By the Wisdom of Oshtur…by the Scrolls of Watoomb…by the Will of Eibon…guide our willing spirits through Eternity’s winding rivers!” Dr. Strange chanted.
Scott and Jean could already sense themselves being pulled in new directions. They continued holding hands, staying close as the swirling energies engulfed them. The Phoenix Force let out a cry that echoed through the chamber, its cosmic flames mixing with the energy. Once they were surrounded, the world faded into a misty blur.
“Jean…something’s happening!” Scott said, his voice echoing in multiple directions.
“I feel it too, Scott! Is this supposed to happen?” Jean wondered aloud.
“I don’t know,” he said, “but there’s no turning back now!”
They held onto one another as they soared through the abyss. They were no longer standing within a chamber. They were flying through a tunnel of light and energy.
It was chaotic.
It was overwhelming.
It felt like they were being swept away into a world within worlds.
As they flew through the winding tunnel, two divergent paths emerged. One called out to Scott. The other called out to Jean. At that moment, they let go of one another.
“Scott Summers…I must speak with you,” said a voice from one path.
“Jean Grey-Summers…come to me!” said the voice from another.
Scott and Jean looked towards one another. They could feel the pull of each path. It was pulling them in different directions. They’d hoped to confront this together, but it looked like fate had other ideas. They could either fight it or follow it.
While their first instinct was to fight it, something within urged them to make another choice. Through their recent connections in the mystical world, they learned a few important lessons in navigating this world. One of the most important lessons involved embracing the unknown rather than dreading it.
“Go, my love,” Scott said. “I’ll find you.”
“So will I,” said Jean with a confident smile. “Strange says we must confront the perversion. Let’s not keep it waiting!”
It was as much a leap of faith as it was a bold choice. After exchanging one more look of confidence, the two lovers let go and flew down their respective paths. What waited for them at the end was impossible to tell, but they were about to find out.
Chaos Nexus
“Jean Grey-Summers…the Lord of Chaos, Shuma Gorath, demands your presence!”
Those words echoed from every direction. The voice that spoke them carried an authority that shook the very fabric of reality. Within this obscure realm between realms, the very concept of reality broke down. It left Jean Grey-Summers in a confused state. However, she didn’t dare run from it.
Now flying on the fiery halo of the Phoenix Force, she boldly ventured towards the source of that voice. Her perceptions remained skewed. Concepts like up, down, forward, backwards, past, and present became entirely relative. Her only point of reference was an ominous, powerful presence that took shape before her eyes the closer she got.
“Such chaos and discord,” Jean said as she navigated this strange realm, “am I the one that caused it? Did Scott and I do this much damage?”
Those questions hung over her as she journeyed to the presence that called her. This presence – Shuma Gorath, as it called itself – ended up taking a very strange shape. Its body, so to speak, was not at all human. It consisted only of a massive eye surrounded by greenish purple tentacles that spread out in every direction. As she got closer, its size only grew. Eventually, it took up her entire field of view.
Shuma Gorath wasn’t just a presence in this realm. It was a part of this realm. It was the sky, the horizon, and everything in between. Jean was far outside her domain of understanding. At this point, having the cosmic power of the Phoenix Force seemed irrelevant.
“So you’re the mortal woman who wields the Phoenix Force,” Shuma Gorath said, its massive eye narrowing on her, “a most chaotic manifestation, indeed! Stand before the eye of the Old Ones!”
Jean had little choice in her recourse. Upon arriving at the central point of this strange domain, a large rocky slab formed. She landed on it with a thud, feeling more gravity than usual. She still maintained her poise, standing within fiery halo of the Phoenix Force. Even if this wasn’t her domain, she had to remain strong. Her fate, as well as others, might depend on it.
Jean watched as Shuma Gorath’s eye moved in closer, its globular form surrounding her from every angle. At one point, its eye hovered just a few feet from her, scrutinizing her every feature. For all she knew, it peered directly into her soul. Dr. Strange warned her and Scott that they might see things that defied human perception. In hindsight, he’d undersold this world.
“Shuma Gorath,” Jean said, repeating the creature’s name in as respectful tone as she could, “may I speak for myself?”
“I’ll permit it,” the creature responded, “but choose your words carefully. For your fate in this realm is tied to my will.”
“And I vow to respect that will,” Jean said. “I ventured willingly in hopes of confronting whatever problems I’ve caused.”
“You speak with great sincerity, but excessive absolution. I see in you no cause behind such chaos. I observe only effect…unintended, undesired effect.”
“Can you also see my desire to right such wrongs?”
“Do not insult the perceptions of Shuma Gorath!” it scoffed. “I saw that desire before you arrived. But desire alone cannot rectify what has been done. If improperly pursued, it can incur something far worse.”
The creature’s massive eye finally backed away from her. It still surrounded the hovering slab of rock, its many tentacles latched to it from every side. Its eye hovered above her like the sun on a cloudless day. It created a sense that she was in a cage and Shuma Gorath was the jailer.
Jean felt a twinge of fear. This strange realm operated by stranger rules and Shuma Gorath was the enforcer of those rules. If she was going to get through this, then she had to play by them.
“Please, help me avoid that,” Jean said, reminding the creature of her sincerity. “I’ve embraced the Phoenix Force and it has embraced me. With it, my husband and I seek to forge a new fate…one better than any that once awaited us.”
“You speak both truth and ignorance,” Shuman Gorath said, “for changing fate often comes at a price.”
“I understand. And my husband and I are committed to pay that price, whatever it might be.”
“Bah! You’ve no idea what upheaval you’ve caused,” the creature scoffed. “It began before you ever encountered the Phoenix. By embracing this power, the effects have only compounded. Vast threads within the web of fate have been broken. The very fabric of reality has been shaken to its core!”
Its massive eye narrowed on her again, as if to scorn her with divine judgement. Jean shuddered at that gaze, but refused to concede. This powerful being thought it could scold her for choosing something other than a doomed fate. Divine or not, she remained as confident as ever in the path she and Scott had chosen.
“These effects are your doing, Jean Grey-Summers,” Shuma Gorath continued. “You and your husband have triggered this perversion to the natural order.”
“We only did what we knew to be right,” Jean argued, matching the intense gaze of the creature. “Our intention was always to better our world, not destroy it.”
“Such intentions are irrelevant. Your choices and your passion may have bettered your fate, but that of others have been unalterably changed. Some have benefited, but others have not. And rest assured, it is the latter that should concern you.”
“Who are they?” Jean asked intently. “Tell me so I can help them too.”
“Did you not listen? To temper one manifestation of chaos is to invite another. To respond to that, in kind, only breeds more. As Lord of Chaos, I cannot and will not invite such turmoil across the realms.”
The rocky platform shook. Jean struggled to keep her balance, even as the Phoenix Force flared in distress. More tentacles shot out from Shuma Gorath’s globular form, each one latching onto another part of the slab. She could feel the rock cracking under the pressure. It was a demonstration of the creature’s immense strength. Even a cosmic force had to respect it.
However, the creature’s tentacles stopped short of actually attacking her. A few came close, but quickly pulled back. Jean had been prepared to defend herself, but she sensed that wouldn’t be necessary. If Shuma Gorath wanted to attack her, then it would’ve done so the moment she arrived. The way it looked at her might not have been welcoming, but it wasn’t overtly hostile. That left the door open for another recourse.
“However,” the creature said in a less apprehensive tone, “even the Lord of Chaos is not without mercy. Any realm without mercy is a realm doomed to destruction. Since you ventured here willingly, Jean Grey-Summers, I grant you the opportunity to explain yourself. Please note that such opportunities are exceedingly rare.”
“And I intend to make the most of it,” Jean replied in a calm, measured tone. “That, you can be sure of.”
The ground stopped shaking.
The tentacles tearing into the rock retreated.
Jean remained surrounded by Shuma Gorath’s form, but it no longer felt like a cage. It was giving her a chance to speak freely. That meant she had to make every word count.
“It is true,” she said with honesty and humility. “My husband and I have made choices. And we haven’t fully contemplated the larger impact of those choices. For that, I apologize.”
“If you are seeking forgiveness, then you are talking to the wrong Lord,” Shuma Gorath told her.
“Which is why I’m not expecting it,” Jean continued. “I ventured into this unknown realm for another reason. If I cannot confront the consequences I’ve wrought, the least I can do is offer something just as powerful.”
“And what might that be?” the creature said skeptically.
“Assurance,” she said.
The massive creature paused. More tentacles retreated from the slab. Jean even felt the excess gravity of the realm lesson, as though Shuma Gorath had loosened its grip on it. She still felt its penetrating stare, but she also sensed a growing intrigue.
In an act that demonstrated her sincerity and confidence, she took a step closer. She now stood on the edge of the slap, gazing into the massive eye of the primordial creature.
“It is one of the most precious gestures in any realm, is it not?” Jean said to it. “To offer one’s trust is to give something that god and mortal alike can appreciate.”
“This is true,” Shuma Gorath conceded, “but even from one such as yourself, how can I be certain it’s sufficient?”
“Because I’m not just some random woman who crossed paths with the Phoenix Force,” she said strongly. “By embracing it with my husband, we’ve expanded our perceptions. We’ve expanded our spirits, passions, and hearts, as well. If there are consequences to our deeds, be they desired or unintended, we will not run from them. We intend to bring greater harmony to all realms…not chaos and distress. That, I can assure you.”
“But you cannot promise it,” the creature said.
“Of course, I can’t,” she conceded. “To make a bold promise to a god is to taunt the whims of fate. I will not be that arrogant. I can only stand true to what I know to be right and pursue it with the utmost passion.”
The realm shook again, but it didn’t feel ominous this time. Instead of Shuma Gorath’s will, Jean’s words where what shook this chaotic domain. The Phoenix Force felt it as much as the primordial Lord of Chaos. It almost seemed surprised. It would’ve been funny if it weren’t so imposing.
Shuma Gorath scrutinized her again, its massive eye moving in close. Jean just gazed back at it without fear. She even smiled in a sign of sincerity and respect. Where others might tremble, she never lost sight of her perspective. Even in a realm of chaos, her hopes and passions still burned bright.
It must have been a long time since Shuman Gorath had encountered anyone like her. As it gazed upon her, several smaller tentacles extended from its body. Once again, there was no hostility. In the spirit of making new connections, she reached out and lightly held it, as if to shake its hand. Jean felt both the creature and the realm tremble under her touch.
“Your passion is undeniable. Your heart is full of hope, love, and desire,” Shuma Gorath stated. “Even in this realm, it burns brightly within you. No wonder the Phoenix Force sought you out.”
“I like to think we complement each other,” said Jean, still smiling.
“Indeed, you do. I see that. I see so many other powerful forces within you…things that even a Lord of Chaos dare not articulate. You’ve acknowledged your faults. You’ve offered your assurance. And you act in accord with love rather than fear. This leaves me in an unfamiliar situation.”
“That makes two of us,” she joked.
“My primary recourse is clear. You offer your assurance that you will right the whims of destiny when the opportunity arrives. I, Shuma Gorath, Lord of Choas, accept that offer.”
“Thank you,” said Jean graciously. “I won’t take this lightly. That you can also be sure of.”
“On this, I need no convincing,” said Shuma Gorath. “At the same time, I require one final gesture to seal this offer. In the realms of chaos, words alone simply cannot suffice.”
“A gesture, you say?” said Jean curiously.
“Yes,” the creature confirmed, “but since your offer was mutual in nature, the gesture must also be mutual. It is the only way to ensure balance among the realms.”
Once again, the gaze of the creature narrowed. Its tendrils lingered around her, having already grown fond of her touch. She continued to hold them, as she would someone’s hand. Jean had limited experience dealing with inhuman entities. Determining a proper gesture challenged even her cosmic perspective.
However, having become intimately familiar with gods and their dealings recently, Jean was uniquely equipped to meet that challenge. As she looked up into that massive eye, still smiling with reverence and respect, an idea came to her. It might be one of her boldest ideas to date, but it promised to be a fitting gesture.
“If I may make a suggestion, Lord Shuma Gorath,” said Jean, maintaining her respectful tone, “there is one gesture I can offer…one I believe will be plenty mutual.”
“In the interest of concluding these dealings, I’ll allow it,” the creature said. “Please proceed, Jean Grey-Summers.”
She offered the imposing Lord of Chaos a respectful nod, reaffirming her humility in the face of such vast power. Jean then took several step backs until she was in the center of the rocky slab. From this position, which remained surrounded by Shuma Gorath’s many tendrils, Jean took off her clothes.
She wasn’t crass or trashy. Even before the oversized eye of an inhuman creature, she playfully and sensually stripped out of her clothes. She slowly peeled off the top part of her attire, revealing to the creature her ample breasts. She even swayed her hips as she removed the rest, panties and all.
Once it was all off, Jean used the cosmic fires of the Phoenix Force to make her clothes disappear. It rendered her completely naked and exposed to the Lord of Choas. While it was no mortal man with a normal sex drive, her sensual actions still sent a clear message. Shuma Gorath clearly saw it. With the way its massive eye gazed over her nude body, it understood the deeper meaning.
“Shuma Gorath,” Jean said, looking up at that massive eye with a seductive gaze, “as a gesture of understanding, I offer myself. Take me as I am. Come and know my body, as well as my spirit. I make this offer freely and with open passion.”
The entire realm shook once more, but in a very different way for a very different reason. She could see it in the creature’s eyes. She could even sense it, despite having such inhuman thoughts. Shuma Gorath might have been the Lord of Chaos, but it was still a being with desires.
Now, it desired her.
It showed in the way the various energies of the realm swirled around her. They all seemed drawn to her, like water flowing towards a drain. Instead of dismay, the realm shook with excitement. In a gesture that mirrored that sentiment, Shuma Gorath extended one of its tendrils towards her and used it to caress her face.
“Such bold passion,” the Lord of Chaos said, “Even amidst so much discord, your heart burns with a fire that can light the cosmos.”
“And I’ve learned to follow my heart,” Jean said, caressing the tendril as though it were a hand. “It led me to falling in love with my husband. Now, it’s telling me that this what I must do. This is how I will earn the blessing of the Lord of Chaos as I confront the challenges before me.”
“And as the Lord of Chaos, I accept this gesture,” it told her. “But be warned, Jean Grey-Summers. The blessings of Shuma Gorath are not for those of weak desire.”
“Then, it’s a good thing my desires are as strong as ever,” said Jean. “They tend to be even stronger when I’m naked!”
As if to further invite the creature’s blessing, Jean lovingly held the tentacle that had been caressing her face and kissed it. She was gentle at first, offering a soft peck upon the exotic flesh. Once she tasted the exotic flesh of the inhuman creature, she grew bolder. She kissed it with her tongue, enveloping its flesh with her lips, as though it were a penis.
She felt Shuma Gorath’s form react favorably to her gesture. Its massive form shook with more excitement. It was still a strange feeling. Its wasn’t slimy or disgusting. It felt warm and lively, like a tongue or a muscle. It might have been inhuman, but it still responded to intimate touch. It responded even more to more sensual gestures.
“Your desires are indeed strong,” Shuma Gorath told her, “but your fortitude shall be tested! So says the Lord of Chaos!”
Following the new flow of energy, the creature’s form shifted. It shrunk significantly in size, becoming a figure more in line with that of an averaged size human. The massive tentacles that once surrounded her like massive stone pillars retreated, returning into Shuma Gorath’s main form. The hovering slab of rock remained with her standing in the center. Now, it was in a form that could join her.
It still consisted of that large eye within a globular body, surrounded by multiple tentacles. It was just in a body more conducive to intimate desires. Jean kept suckling on the one tentacle, watching as the creature confronted her in its own exotic way. It kept gazing at her with that massive eye and she just looked back.
There was no fear in her gaze.
There was only a desire that was already morphing into lust.
“You taste my flesh,” it said. “Now, I’ll taste yours!”
Her mouth was still occupied with the one tentacle between her lips. She could only maintain her focus and await the Lord of Chaos’ next gesture.
While she sucked it, Shuman Gorath surrounded Jean’s naked body with several tentacles. Like wet snakes, they slithering up her thighs, butt, back, and torso. A couple of extra-thick tentacles snaked around to her breasts, kneading and fondling them like an oversized tongue. It was such a strange feeling, but it also felt good. Before long, it felt very good.
“Taste me, Shuma Gorath. Taste me!” Jean said with growing excitement.
“Mmm…Jean Grey-Summers,” the creature said, “so delicious!”
The touching and tasting escalated.
The sleek, lively tentacles groped her body like a dozen self-guided limbs. She loved how all these snake-like limbs felt up her thighs, caressed her face, and teased her toes. They were gentle in some areas, but eager in others. Shuma Gorath gave special attention to her breasts, rubbing them harder and squeezing her nipples. Jean squealed with delight, her excited cries echoing throughout the realm.
“Ooh! I like that! I like that a lot!” she said before sucking the tentacle before her even harder.
The creature shuddered more under her gestures. Along with that excitement came arousal. Jean could already feel it building between her legs. Shuma Gorath might not have been a handsome man with chiseled muscles and a nice penis, but it touched her in a way that stimulated all the right ways. The creature clearly took notice.
“I see some parts of you like it more than others,” said the Lord of Chaos. “You cannot hide it from my gaze!”
“Who said I was hiding it?” she teased.
That prompted Shuma Gorath to react strongly. The Lord of Chaos wasn’t used to being teased, especially in its own realm. It wasn’t about to hesitate, even for a host of the Phoenix Force.
The heavy touching continued. As Jean let out more moans, another tentacle formed from right under Shuma Gorath’s eye. It went right for her pussy, slipping between her legs and probing her inner folds like moist fingers.
“Ooh, Lord of Chaos! I like that even more!” Jean moaned with glee.
Its touching grew bolder. It flipped the tip of the tentacle in and out of her folds, as if to tease her just as much as she teased it. Other parts grew and expanded, providing stimulation to other areas of her womanhood, especially around her clit. Despite being an in human creature, Shuman Gorath knew female anatomy quite well. It made use of that knowledge, its eye watching her expression closely every step of the way.
The resulting surge of sensations sent Jean’s desires into overdrive. She wasn’t just excited anymore. She was horny. Shuma Gorath saw it and felt it. She even sensed it developing a similar feeling. It wasn’t the same arousal she’d seen in other men, but it echoed with the same powerful desire.
As the imposing teased and tasted her with its tentacles, rubbing her breasts and stimulating her pussy greater intensity, Jean’s focus shifted as well. She stopped sucking the tentacle in front of her. She then gazed at the oversized eye before her, not hiding the breadth of her lust. With an affectionate smile that could bring order to any realm, she caressed Shuma Gorath’s form just below the eye.
“I’m ready, my Chaos Lord,” she said. “Please…take me.”
“Jean Grey-Summers,” it said with its own brand of exotic lust, “prepare to be ravaged by Shuman Gorath!”
In an outburst of lust, not unlike those she’d seen in other men, the creature turned from foreplay into a more direct form of lust. The tentacles that had been caressing her grew thicker and stronger. They then maneuvered themselves so that some wrapped around her arms while others wrapped around her legs. Their grip now secure, they lifted her up off the slab with minimal effort and held her up in mid-air.
As she hovered in place, Jean felt her arms lifted above her head by one set of tentacles and her legs spread by the other. She was now in a perfect spread-eagle position, her fully-aroused pussy in plain view of Shuma Gorath’s massive eye. Even without a face, she could see the lust in his gaze.
“It’s really happening,” Jean mused. “I’m going to be fucked by chaos incarnate…and I want it!”
Her anticipation grew as she awaited the exotic act to come. With her arms and legs being held firmly, the malleable being formed a new set of tentacles from its globular form. However, these appendages abruptly morphed into something very different. Before her eyes, Jean watched the tips take the shape of a large, erect penis. They weren’t overly large, but they were definitely above average.
“Oh my Lord!” she gasped.
“Ha! A fine choice of words,” Shuma Gorath laughed.
Its grip on her tightened as the penis-tipped tentacles surrounded her from every angle, pointed at her with lecherous intent. However, it was the biggest among them that made its way to her pussy, snaking into position so that the tip rubbed against her wet slit.
As it angled itself for entry, Shuman Gorath’s eye moved in closer once more. It hovered just a few inches from her face, dominating her entire field of view. Even as it held her limbs and surrounded her with dick-shaped appendages, she saw something powerful in the eyes of the Lord of Chaos.
There was lust, but there was also affection.
There was desire, but there was also connection.
It saw in her something other than another agent of unwanted chaos. The idea that she could evoke such feelings from a being such as Shuma Gorath only excited her even more. It made that fateful moment when it entered her pussy with its dick-shaped tentacle as powerful as it was pleasurable.
“Shuma Gorath…Lord of Chaos,” she said in a daze.
“Jean Grey-Summers…fiery host of the Phoenix Force,” the creature said.
In that moment, the exotic flesh filled her wet folds to the utmost. She could feel the malleable flesh throb and expand, as if to mold itself to her insides. It stretched and stimulated her womanly depths in ways that felt divine, which seemed so fitting. Shuma Gorath was Lord of this realm. It made sense that it could do whatever it pleased when it came to fucking her.
Upon filling her pussy with one of its many tentacles, another lustful outburst ensued. She felt the malleable dick slither within her tight pussy, pumping and probing her heat at a vigorous pace. She writhed and shuddered under the blissful sensations it evoked, putting on an erotic display for the Lord of Chaos.
Its grip on her was loose enough for her to show how much she enjoyed every second of it. The creature even loosened its grip on her limbs, allowing her to adjust and contort her body as she pleased. Her display was so effective that the other dick-shaped tentacles around her tensed in anticipation, as if reacting to the passionate energy she conveyed.
That same energy inspired Shuma Gorath to step up its effort.
“Your mortal form is quite robust,” it said. “Let us see how much ravaging it can take!”
As the Chaos Lord fucked her with one tentacle, others with equally impressive endowments shot forward, eager to indulge in her waiting flesh. Thanks to having such a flexible form, Shuma Gorath could fuck her every which way, including a few that weren’t possible with ordinary men.
Several dick-tipped tentacles hovered around her face, their phallic shapes rubbing around her cheek and mouth. Then, one shoved itself into her mouth, initiating a form of oral sex that tested her gag reflex more than usual. She still sucked it eagerly, her lust overshadowing any thoughts to the inherent weirdness of giving tentacles a blowjob.
As she sucked away, another dick-tipped appendage shoved itself between her breast while two other tentacles mashed them together. From that setup, it began tit fucking her with the same vigor as it fucked her pussy and face. It was overwhelming, but Jean still embraced it. She even used her hands to help mash her breasts together, which Shuma Gorath seemed to appreciate.
It still wasn’t done testing her. Even as her body shook harder as she took more dicks, one of the dick-shaped tentacles stealthily slithered around her back and towards her ass. A few smaller tentacles even formed to spread her butt cheeks before pressing the tip of the phallic shape tendril against her hole. As soon as Jean felt it, she intensified her gaze on the Lord of Chaos. Even with a dick muffling her voice, she dared it to keep going.
Shuma Gorath didn’t back down. It thrust that throbbing dick behind her into her ass.
“Mmf!” Jean exclaimed, her reaction muffled by the ongoing oral sex.
A chaotic onslaught of sensations followed. Initially, there was a sharp sting. Thanks to her experience with anal sex, it quickly passed. Her inner muscles adjusted quickly, as did Shuma Gorath’s exotic flesh. As the dick began moving, other sensations followed. They each mixed together to create a powerful feeling.
It finally sunk in. Jean was being triple penetrated by an inhuman creature. There was dick in her mouth, pussy, and ass. The added tit-fuck of the cock between her breasts made it feel even more elaborate. Each phallic-shaped appended pumped into her, probing her intimate depths and stimulating her in ways that defied description. In a reality governed by chaos and its multi-limbed lord, it felt so fitting.
“Yes! Take my boundless flesh! Take it all! Embrace the Lord of Chaos!” Shuma Gorath seethed.
Jean replied with more muffled moans as she continued sucking the dick-shaped tentacle in her mouth. Even as it pumped itself between her lips, she supplemented its efforts. She bobbed her head, rocked her hips, and squeezed her breasts to complement every motion. It told the Lord of Chaos everything it needed to know about her desires.
It fucked her from every angle and she fucked back.
Its lust fueled hers every step of the way.
They were two powerful beings exchanging a powerful act. Rather than clash with one another, they embraced one another. Both the fires of creation and the essence of the chaos mixed in an intimate convergence that shook the entire realm. What once felt like pending destruction now felt like incredible possibilities. In lieu of dread, she and the Lord of Chaos felt excitement.
‘The choices are made. The consequences will come. I accept that. I embrace that, just as I embrace you, Shuma Gorath…Lord of Chaos. Chaos can breed destruction, but it can also foster creation. Through the power of the Phoenix Force and the passion with which I wield it, I intend to create something beautiful.’
Her telepathic words spoke volumes and her actions only reinforced it. The message resonated with Shuma Gorath, so much so that it intensified its ravaging. Each dick inside her slithered harder and faster. The one between her breasts moved more rapidly, as well. She even felt the shape of each member shift inside her, expanding and molding itself to hit every nerve it could.
It accelerated the build towards a very unique, but equally powerful orgasm. Jean felt the pressure building within her, the throbbing cocks inside her stimulating more and more sensations within. She bent her legs back, squeezed her breasts harder, and curled her toes in anticipation. Even within a realm of chaos, she could forge a path to ecstasy.
“You are close. Shuma Gorath senses it,” the creature said, its eyes hovering just a few inches from her face.
It withdrew the cock from her mouth, finally allowing Jean to gasp for air and give words to her coming release. The other cocks remained inside her pussy and ass, pumping and probing with greater vigor. They must have been close too because she felt them tensing inside her in preparation for their own release. She didn’t know whether Lord of Chaos could climax, but she definitely could.
When she finally crossed that barrier, the proverbial floodgates opened and the orgasmic onslaught washed over her.
“Ooh Lord of Chaos! Yes!” Jean cried out.
Her voice echoed throughout the realm. Shuma Gorath shuddered just as much as she did as her naked body writhed under the flood of sensations. Her face became awash with bliss, her toes curling and her inner muscles contracting over the phallic shapes inside her. The feeling bombarded her from all sides. It was a chaotic kind of orgasm, which made it uniquely satisfying within such a strange domain.
As Jean took in the feeling, she sensed the Lord of Chaos join her in the experience. While still in her orgasmic daze, the dicks inside her pussy and ass withdrew from her depths. The others that hovered around her remained close. Only the one between her breasts remained. She could already sense what was about to happen.
“You offered your gesture. I hereby offer mine!” the creature said to her.
With that bold proclamation, Shuman Gorath’s globular form shuddered as it experienced its own unique orgasm. Each dick pointed at her shot out a thick load of cum-like substance. It splattered onto her from every angle. Most ended up on her face, torso, breasts, and thigh. In her orgasmic state, she licked up some traces in a sexy display. It had a distinct taste to it, like some exotic treat that could not be found anywhere else. Jean made sure to savor it to the utmost.
As they both came, the Lord of Chaos loosened its old on her. It now felt like it was cradling her, holding her up in its many arms as she soaked in the feeling. She felt its eye drift up and down her body, watching the erotic display. She sensed that if Shuman Gorath had a mouth, it would be smiling from ear to ear now.
“There is rarely beauty in chaos,” it said. “It is difficult and fleeting amidst the ever-changing winds of destiny, but that makes it far more precious to those who lord over it.”
“Mmm…I’ll take your word for it,” Jean said while still lapping up the fluid from her face.
The creature laughed. It was another act it probably hadn’t done in ages. Jean laughed as well. After the orgasm passed, she feely embraced the creature. She even caressed its eye, offering affection in a realm that had very little.
“Your perspective is most unique, Jean Grey Summers,” Shuma Gorath told her.
“I’ve heard that before,” she chuckled, “but never from a Chaos Lord.”
“Make no mistake. It is as unique as it is valuable,” it continued. “You entered this realm surrounded by chaos. But you approached it with hope rather than fear. You saw hope instead of disorder.”
“That’s what Scott and I see. It’s also what we intend to keep pursuing,” she said.
“And you shall leave this realm with more than just my blessing,” it said. “Just as I have your assurance, you also have mine. As Lord of Chaos, I will use my power to contain the damage done to the higher realms. But you still must make the right choices and confront the inevitable consequences.”
It was the most Jean could’ve hoped. She and Scott took a leap of faith in reaching out to Dr. Strange, opening portals to the unknown and venturing into worlds they didn’t understand. They didn’t have to pursue such recourse, but it felt like a necessary measure, confronting the impact of their passionate endeavors. It might not give them all the answers they sought, but it could further prepare them for the challenges ahead.
Jean didn’t fly into this realm expecting to make a new connection with the Chaos Lord, but she still made one. She even got some exotic, elaborate sex out of it. After all, it was only a matter of time before she came face-to-face with those consequences. Having an ally in the Lord of Chaos could certainly help when that moment came.
“Then, that’s what I’ll do,” she said confidently. “Whatever form it takes, I’ll be ready!”
“I admire your confidence as much as your bosom, Jean Grey-Summers,” Shuma Gorath said. “Just be mindful of the chaotic nature of fate. You’ll find that it often takes a form you do not expect.”
Phal’kon Nexus – Palace of M’Kraan
“Scott Summers of Earth…co-host of the Phoenix Force…leader among mortals…your very presence causes great upheaval!”
Scott had been following that voice ever since he and Jean separated on their journey. Dr. Strange warned them several times that he could not prepare them for what they might encounter. He claimed he could only point them in the direction of the disruptions they caused. They were the ones who had to face it.
In any other circumstance, Scott avoided situations that required going in blind. He and Jean both agreed that they couldn’t avoid this. They’d triggered a major reaction in the cosmos through the actions, passions, and visions they pursued. They didn’t know what it entailed or how far it went. Neither the Phoenix Force nor the Eye of Agamotto could see it, but it wasn’t something they could ignore.
Flying towards it within the fiery halo of the Phoenix Force felt risky, if not foolish. The words of that mysterious voice did little to change that sentiment.
“It’s too late. I’m here now!” Scott called out as he arrived in a strange, but stable domain. “Wherever you are, I’m not running away from this.”
The determination in his voice hid many lingering uncertainties. He sensed that the source of the voice was near, but he found himself in strange, unfamiliar surroundings. At the same time, he sensed a larger reaction from the Phoenix Force.
It must have recognized this place, at least in part. It felt like a fragmented dream made real. In every direction, he saw sky littered with clouds of fire. There were stars behind them, but they all burned bright red. As he flew through this fiery domain, he avoided large cracks in that looked like fissures within a rock. It was as though this realm were made of glass and someone had been throwing rocks at it.
In the center of the realm was a large floating structure of sorts. It looked like a temple, resting atop a floating mountain. It resembled an ancient palace from East Asia or India, but it didn’t look at all ancient. It looked brand new, as though it had just been built.
Scott briefly scanned the rest of the area. Near as he could tell, there were no hostile threats. The only danger was the realm itself. He didn’t see anyone around the palace, but there was definitely someone there. He could sense it, but that wasn’t all he sensed.
‘This place feels so…broken. It’s not destroyed, but there’s plenty of damage. Did Jean and I do this? Did our choices somehow cause something we didn’t intend?’
It was a distressing question, but one that he and Jean were determined to answer. Knowing the many unknowns and the risks that came with it, Scott ventured into the palace. There wasn’t even a door. There was just a wide opening that led into a large central chamber.
Within that chamber, Scott saw what appeared to be portraits of other figures wielding the Phoenix Force. Some appeared human. Others looked utterly alien. They all hung from large, stone walls that resembled a gallery dedicated to the past. They formed a winding corridor that led to the central grand hall. As soon as he entered that area, he heard it again.
“You are bold, but foolish to come so willingly,” said the voice. “Honorable or not, you may regret that choice.”
It dared him to turn back. Again, Scott chose otherwise. He knew regret better than most. He also knew that inaction often fostered more regret than any action.
The former X-Men leader boldly flew towards the source of the voice. He eventually landed in the center of the grand hall. Above, he saw a massive stained-glass window, not unlike a church or cathedral. It depicted various scenes about beings wielding the Phoenix Force. Those beings were fighting what appeared to be goblin-like monsters. Such imagery stood out more than he expected.
Beneath the decorated windows was a large fountain-like structure. It was the size of a mid-sized house, but instead of water, it flowed with fire. It didn’t appear to be ordinary fire, either. Scott recognized it as the same fires that made up the Phoenix Force. He could sense that it was alive, crackling with the embers of creation and destruction. It would’ve been beautiful if it also didn’t look so volatile.
As he approached, he saw a single figure gazing at the structure. It appeared to be a human woman. She had fiery red hair, an athletic physique, and a powerful presence. She looked like she could’ve been a younger Jean Grey or, at least, someone related to her. She wore what looked like a robe worn by Shaolin monks, but it had been decorated with Phoenix imagery.
“The fires of creation have never burned brighter,” the woman said distantly. “After eons upon eons of various hosts, it somehow found two who purified its spark.”
Scott’s intrigue grew. Even though he’d never seen her before, her voice sounded familiar. The Phoenix halo that still surrounded him shot out a series of flares. The simple presence of this woman caused it distress. He got it under control as he stood behind the woman, still seeking an explanation.
“Who are you?” he asked her. “I sensed you reaching out to me. At the same time, you keep warning me to turn back. So long as I’m here, I’d appreciate a little clarity.”
The young woman turned to face him. He saw in her a mix of curiosity and mistrust. Again, the Phoenix reacted, even though Scott didn’t recognize her. She still bore a resemblance to Jean, but only to a point. Unlike the woman he’d married, this one looked eager for confrontation.
“My name is Fongji Wu,” she told him. “I am a former host of the Phoenix Force. And if you intend to justify your current status, you’ll stand and defend yourself!”
The fiery woman offered no further explanation. She just launched an attack. She started by throwing off the top part of her attire, revealing tight-fitting, bra-like wrap and pants that tightly clung to her powerful legs. The garment hit him right in the face, distracting him just long enough for her to land a swift kick to the gut. Had it not stung so much, Scott might have admired her tactics.
He quickly shook off the pain. A lifetime of intense Danger Room training came rushing back to him and he adopted a defensive stance. It was just in time too. Fongji unleashed a barrage of heavy attacks, pushing him back from the fountain, as if to drive him out.
“You defy destiny! Subvert fate! Deviate from set paths!” she shouted as she attacked. “You’ve no idea the cost of such actions!”
“Agh!” grunted Scott as she landed another blow. “Then, tell me! I’m here to help! Not fight!”
“That’s just it!” Fongji said. “Even I don’t know the cost! And if I don’t know, then neither does the Phoenix! And that cannot be!”
The fiery young woman stepped up her attacks, kicking and swiping at him with uncanny skill. Scott recognized the style as derived from Kung Fu. She was so focused and intense. Phoenix host or not, she’d been trained well. Her skill vastly exceeded his.
“We can…figure this…out!” said Scott in between blocking attacks. “We don’t…have…to do this!”
“You’re right! We don’t!” Fongji grunted after missing with on of her kicks. “I do it for another reason!”
Before Scott could inquire further, she attacked again. This time, she landed several shots to his torso before striking his jaw with her fist. Pain and disorientation followed. He staggered back, trying to put some distance between him and the attacking redhead. She reacted by charging him, drawing him further away from the fountain.
Scott reassessed the situation. Tactically, she had every advantage. She had more hand-to-hand skill. Even Wolverine and Nightcrawler hadn’t demonstrated such ability. He was out of his element. However, by having such an advantage, he quickly noticed something else.
‘She’s avoiding lethal blows. She could easily inflict a fatal injury. Instead, she’s trying to subdue me. That might be her way of telling me something.’
Shutting out the stinging pain, Scott evaded the next round of attacks, ducking to the side and rolling away before she could counter. He looked up just in time to see her launch another attack. This time, he struck first.
“I’ll probably apologize for this later, but here goes!” he said.
With swift reflexes, Scott removed his visor and unleashed a wide-arcing optic blast that lit up much of the hall. Fongji evaded the first wave, as he expected. However, he made the second wave more powerful.
Tapping into the power of the Phoenix Force, he channeled a burst of cosmic fire into his blasts. Like a light bulb being supercharged by the sun, it expanded the arc of his blast so much that even a skilled fighter like Fongji couldn’t evaded it. When it hit, it sent her flying back towards the fountain.
He still made sure the strike didn’t hit her too hard. Like her, he didn’t seek to seriously injure. He just needed to stop the fighting. As soon as she landed near the edge of the fountain, he charged back towards her and hit her with a wave of Phoenix fire to keep her down. She fought back with some cosmic fire of her own, but could not attack.
“Enough of this, Fongji!” Scott yelled out. “Talk to me! Tell me what this place is. Tell me why you drew me here.”
“I didn’t draw you here,” she spat while still attacking. “You’re here for the same reason a moth ventures towards a flame. But in this case, the flame leaves more than embers in its wake.”
“That part, I know. Jean and I sensed it too. Something happened because of what we did…something that began the moment we embraced the Phoenix Force together. It runs deeper than simply changing our fate. And we want to fix it!”
“Who said it can be fixed?”
Fongji let out another angry grunt, causing Scott to stumble back. His attack ceased, but so did Fongji’s. She was still standing, but clearly drained. Under the light of the fountain and the stained-glass windows above, she maintained an apprehensive demeanor. There was also some noticeable frustration in her poise, but Scott suspected it wasn’t only because of him.
“What you and your wife did…I know it was unintentional,” Fongji said, short of breath. “I know there was no malice, either. You two are unique in how you’ve chosen to wield the Phoenix Force.”
“Are you speaking from observation or experience?” Scott asked.
“Both,” she replied. “This place…the Palace of M’Kraan…is a shrine to past hosts. Forged by the first generation of wielders, it is a pocket realm located within the nexus of realities. From cosmic power to magic to the metaphysical laws of nature, they all converge in this domain as a testament to the potential of creation. Only a few hosts ever visit. Those that do rarely arrive without great strife.”
“So I’ve noticed,” he said.
“Which is what makes you and Jean Grey-Summers such an anomaly,” she continued. “You see, when I trained to wield the Phoenix in K’un Lun, I was taught that its nature was binary. Its power either purified or corrupted the fabric of creation. To ensure purity, I fought to maintain a strong spirit. I fought so damn hard…every hour of every day, trying be a worthy host.””
The young woman’s apprehensive poise finally faltered. Fongji was a passionate woman. It showed in how she fought. A sense of sorrow fell over her fiery gaze. Scott felt it and so did the Phoenix Force.
To ease the tension, Scott abandoned his defensive poise. With the same understanding and compassion he’d learned from Jean, he attempted to comfort the young woman. She rebuked his efforts, hugging her shoulders and turning away.
“But in the end, it wasn’t enough,” Fongji said sadly. “I ultimately chose to part from my world, leaving behind my friends and loved ones. It was a painful decision, but I still believe it was the right one.”
“I’m sorry,” Scott said to her. “Doing the right thing is rarely easy.”
“And yet, you and your wife found another way,” she went on. “You saw yourselves, the Phoenix Force, and all the powers it entailed, and forged a different path. Some might even argue it’s a better path…one that inspires a better perspective driven by better passions.”
“That’s a matter of opinion,” said Scott, “but what do you think, Fongji?”
She fell silent for a brief moment. She then turned to face him. She didn’t seem as hostile, but she still looked ready to fight. She clearly had the kind of passion that helped fuel the Phoenix Force. The only thing she lacked was perspective.
“What I think is not relevant,” said Fongji. “All that matters is that what has been chosen cannot be undone. You and Jean are on this path. You are actively rewriting the grand tapestry of fate with every action you take.”
“And we’re trying to rewrite it for the better,” he assured her.
“I don’t doubt your intent. I only question the ramifications. I’ve sensed the same disturbances as you. I’ve peered into the darkness more than most would dare. Make no mistake. There is a threat that you and Jean must face at some point. I cannot put a name to that threat. I can only say it is great in scope and monstrous in nature.”
“That doesn’t scare me. I’ve fought monsters before,” said the former X-Men leader.
“Not like this, you haven’t,” said Fongji in a more serious tone. “As we speak, a corrupt presence is growing. At this time, neither you nor it are ready to face one another. You being here, in the Palace of M’Krann, only acknowledges your status as a worthy host. My presence is merely an opportunity.”
“An opportunity?” Scott questioned. “What kind of opportunity?”
“One to determine whether yours is a spirit equipped to handle the emerging corruption,” she said. “If you leave here as you came, then you only leave with confirmation. That cannot be enough. The fires of creation have tasked me with deciding whether you should leave with something else…something to help carry your spirit through the coming darkness.”
This time, Scott fell silent. As he studied the young woman, he saw a great deal of conflict. She’d fought so hard, as if to attack the new perspective that he and Jean had revealed through the Phoenix Force. She’d followed the same path as previous hosts. Now, she questioned whether the choice had been that clear.
It must have been frustrating, but it was also revealing. Within that same conflict, Scott saw hope in Fongji’s eyes…a hope that also burned in the fiery fountain that illuminated the palace. He felt the eyes of countless other hosts upon them. What unfolded here might determine how things unfolded in the future with this ominous threat.
After fighting her, talking to her, and seeing all those passions brewing within her, Scott came to a realization of his own. Rather than fight, he offered her an affectionate gesture. This time, she didn’t turn away.
“Something tells me you’ve already made that decision,” Scott told her. “You just needed to be sure it was the right one.”
“You’re right,” she said with a half-grin. “You may not be as psychic as your wife, but you are every bit as intuitive.”
“I like to think her intuition has rubbed off on me over the years,” he said, smiling back, “along with other endearing qualities.”
“They certainly have,” said Fongji. “It makes me feel better about what I’m about to offer you. Just know that with this offer comes a certain recourse…one that’s intended to leave an important impression on your spirit.”
“Does it involve another fight?” he asked.
“No,” she answered, “but I promise it’s just as impactful.”
A hot gust blew through the palace.
The flames in the nearby fountain burned brighter, causing the stained-glass windows above to bathe the grand hall in a rainbow of dazzling colors.
The ambience throughout the area shifted from one of hostility to something more intimate.
Within that atmosphere, Fongji cast aside what remained of her hostile demeanor. In an act was the antithesis of fighting, she leaned in and kissed him passionately on the lips. Through that simple exchange of passion, the offer she mentioned became clear.
“You’re will is strong, as is your heart, Scott Summers. That is the essence of a worthy host of the Phoenix Force,” Fongji said upon breaking the kiss. “But in your case, you must be more than worthy. You must prove your passions burn brighter than those who came before you.”
In another gesture that stood in stark contrast to her earlier actions, Fongji took off her clothes. She didn’t casually strip down in a sensual show, either. She drew in the cosmic flames from the fountain and had burn off her attire, rendering her completely exposed.
Scott was naturally taken by the sight of a naked redheaded woman. While Fongji bore a resemblance to Jean, her figure was distinct. She was so toned, yet feminine. Her shapely legs looked so strong. Her breasts were so full and in perfect proportion to her hips. He even noticed the distinct signs of arousal between her inner thighs. It led him to wonder whether the act of fighting him was her unique approach to foreplay.
“I’m prepared to prove myself in whatever way I must,” Scott said, mirroring her determined tone. “I can’t promise much, but I can promise you that.”
Tapping into the same primordial power as her, Scott removed his attire, as well. The same flame that burned away Fongji’s clothes washed over him, dissolving away every garment to leave him fully exposed. Unlike her, fighting hadn’t aroused him. However, standing before a naked redheaded woman in a domain forged by cosmic passions certainly got his blood flowing.
“You strike me as a man of your word, Scott Summers,” said Fongji, her voice sounding both determined and seductive. “I should warn you, though. Like my approach to combat, my method to proving one’s passionate worth can be rather direct.”
“I can handle that,” said Scott without hesitation.
“Is that another promise?”
“No,” he said, “an invitation.”
The fiery redhead finally cracked a smile. In her, Scott saw a renew determination, albeit one very different from he’d seen during their fight. He dared her to exercise that same determination for something other than hand-to-hand combat. Without saying a word, she accepted.
With the same energy and agility that she’d shown earlier, Fongji pounced on him. She jumped up into his arms, threw her legs around his waist, and grabbed onto his shoulders, her naked skin now pressing against his in a sensual embrace. Scott instinctively caught her, grabbing hold of her firm butt and holding her firmly with focused strength. They exchanged another intense gaze before kissing again.
‘From the darkest of ashes, the Phoenix always rises. Now, two hosts from two distinct fates rise together!’
Her thoughts set the tone for the intimate exchange that followed. From their naked embrace, a heated fury of gestures followed. This time, there was no apprehension or hostility. There was only lust. The act that followed inspired more hot gusts and fiery flares throughout the M’Krann Palace. The entire Phal’kon Nexus shook, their determined passions reverberating throughout the realm.
Every kiss was so hard, full of tongue and teasing.
Every touch was so strong, full of lust and desire.
Every moan conveyed a greater feeling, full of promise and potential.
As Scott held the beautiful redhead in his arms, Fongji hungrily grinded her pelvis against his. She purposefully rubbed up against his dick, which quickly became erect. He felt outer folds of her pussy rub along the underside of his manhood, tempting him with the promise of a more intimate exchange. Neither he nor Fongji needed much temptation at that point. They both shared the same desire and the same determination to feed it.
“Scott Summers,” Fongji said, abruptly breaking the kiss while clinging to the side of his head, “take me!”
“Fongji Wu,” Scott said, “from one Phoenix host to another, it would be an honor.”
She smiled again, but didn’t linger for more foreplay. Scott sensed in her a growing impatience that further set her apart from his wife. Never one to leave a beautiful, horny woman waiting, he followed their shared passions to an inevitable recourse.
On a sensual whim, he carried her over to the fountain of flames that stood at the heart of the grand hall. He then demonstrated some skill of his own, lifting her up with his arms and turning her around. From there, he bent her over the polished marble at the base of the fountain, her toned ass perfectly aligned with his pelvis. This position also gave them a perfect view of the dazzling display before them, which seemed to motivate them even more.
“The fires of creation burn so bright,” said Fongji distantly.
“And they’re about to burn hotter,” Scott said intently.
Shifting his grip to her hips, the former X-Men leader guided his now-erect cock to her entrance. As soon as he felt the tip rub against her moist lips, he thrust into her. Between the fighting and the foreplay, Fongji had gotten very aroused. She was so hot and wet, her inner flesh hungrily embracing his. As their intimate flesh merged, the fires in the fountain erupted with more flames.
“Oohhh! Hotter indeed!” Fongji said through impassioned moans.
Some of those flames surrounded their naked bodies, carrying with them the passionate heat of creation. Scott channeled that heat into their sex. He squeezed her butt harder, working his hips back and forth at a pace that rocked her body with every thrust. Hard masculine fleshed moved seamlessly within wet feminine depths, supplementing the fires of creation every step of the way.
Scott’s labored gasps mixed with Fongji’s blissful moans. She clung to the edge of the fountain, fixated on the radiant fires within the fountain. With every thrust he delivered, she skillfully twerked her hips, her effort complementing his. Through that mutual effort, a steady stream of blissful sensations flowed through them. Like the fires in the fountain, they burned hot with every surge. Having ignited the spark, Scott added more fuel to that fire.
As their sex played out, the former X-Men leader made it more intimate along the way. He leaned over, reaching for her swaying breasts and squeezing it hard, evoking a louder moan from the beautiful redhead. She replied by reaching back, caressing his face, and sharing some sensual kissing through their heated motions.
Within that heated exchange, Scott sought to convey another sentiment. It went beyond any sex, passion, or pleasure they could share.
“Fongji…can you feel it?” he gasped, whispering into her ear. “Can you feel…what I’m willing to do? What I can do…to make this right?”
She answered that question with another moan. It wasn’t a definitive answer, but it got the point across. Scott took it as a promising sign that he was proving himself. More sensual touching and fervent movements followed, building towards a climactic peak that also showed in the crackling flames.
“Scott…I’m close,” Fongji said.
“So am I,” he told her.
“Then, finish it!” she said intently. “Finish…the challenge…before you!”
Scott heeded her impassioned cries. She made it sound like a challenge in battle, albeit one where both combatants could feel victories. Never one to back down from a challenge, the former X-Men leader delivered the last few sexual motions. Once he got Fongji to that special threshold, he grabbed hold of her waist and held on for the coming release.
“Oohhh! By the fires of creation, yes!” Fongji exclaimed.
The fires in the fountain shot up through the grand hall like a geyser, filling the entire palace with a brilliant hot light. At the same time, Fongji climaxed with Scott. It started with her inner muscles tensing around his cock, squeezing his manhood with her tight heat as the orgasmic rush washed over her. His own rush came shortly after, his member tensing just as hard as he released a stream of his manly fluid up into her depths, mixing with her feminine juices and a cocktail of ecstasy.
Such hot pleasure fit beautifully with the fiery display before them. A wave of heat washed over their naked bodies, as if drawn by the shared sensations. It triggered a fiery halo around them, which quickly took the shape of the Phoenix. It started as two shapes for two different hosts. It eventually merged, much like their flesh in an intimate mingling of flames.
Fongji, breathless and dazed from their sex, pulled back from his body, their intimate flesh parting in the process. She then turned around and embraced him with a beaming excitement she hadn’t shown outside their fight. With their naked skin still touching, she caressed the side of his face and gazed into his glowing red eyes.
“I’m impressed,” she said breathlessly. “Your skills in intimacy exceed your skills in combat.”
“Thanks,” said Scott, breathing heavily as well. “Does that mean I proved myself?”
“It means you’re on the right track,” said Fongji with renewed determination, “but the fires of passion are still burning. That means we’re far from done!”
She kissed him again. The fires from the fountain continued burning and spreading throughout the grand hall, as if it had been unchained from unseen shackles. It radiated more of its energy, much of which swirled around him and Fongji. In addition to maintaining the intimate mood of the palace, it kept their flesh hot and aroused.
His manhood remained erect.
Her womanhood remained moist.
They both remained surrounded by a Phoenix-shaped halo. Just as their respective flames seemed drawn to one another, they came together again in another sensual embrace. It helped set the stage for more intimate exchange.
“This is quite a challenge,” Scott said as he slipped his hands back to her butt, “but I finished the first round. Rest assure, I can finish the rest!”
“In K’un Lun, promises are only for those who hide their lack of skill,” said Fongji. “Don’t make promises. Show them!”
She made it sound like she was challenging him to a fight. After what she’d shown him earlier, fighting with such focus and skill, Scott sensed got a brief glimpse of how Fongji channeled her passions. He would have to match that fiery spirit to meet that challenge.
“In that case, I’ll skip the lesser tactics,” Scott told her while squeezing her butt. “We both wield the power of the Phoenix Force. We both know how it can effect intimate moments.”
“Indeed,” said Fongji seductively, “but a good reminder never hurts.”
He laughed, but she remained dead serious. When they kissed again, the need for words vanished. Everything they had to say from that point forward could be conveyed through subsequent sex acts.
The hard kissing inspired brief, but effective foreplay. Her desires were as strong as his. That first orgasm did little to temper her desire. If the way she kissed and pawed his chest were any indication, her first release intensified it. Tapping into the same passion and energy that had made for many intimate moments with Jean, Scott deepened his focus another coupling played out.
This time, Fongji guided them into their next position. While kissing him hard, she sat him down on the edge of the fountain where he’d bent her over moments earlier. From there, she got on his lap, straddled his pelvis, and guided his manhood back into pussy. As soon as he felt her hot, fleshy folds surround his dick, she began riding him hard. Scott did his part, holding onto her hips and supplementing every movement, but she set the rhythm.
Like their earlier fight, Fongji was very physical. She clung hard to his neck, resting her forehead against his, her eyes locked on his. They even began glowing with the fiery energy of the Phoenix, indicating that she knew how to channel its cosmic power into sex as well.
‘Creation requires passion, as does destruction. The key is finding the right balance. Through this act…and the perspective of life, love, and connection…the power of that balance becomes real.’
Fongji’s fervent pace of sex led her to another orgasm in short order. She writhed in his arms, absorbing the feeling and the greater impact behind it. However, she didn’t linger. She continued the sex. Her lustful gaze never waned. She was daring him to keep up with her. Scott matched her gaze, as well as her effort. The result was more ecstasy for both of them.
More sex followed. Scott lifted her up in his arms by her hips and bounced her up and down his cock until he came again. Fongji followed that up by pulling him down to the floor, getting on top of him, and riding him again until she came too. Scott didn’t miss a beat, though. While she was still climaxing, he rolled her onto her back and went at it missionary style, burying his face in her neck and fondling her breasts until he climaxed again.
With each act that played out, the line between sex and combat blurred. Fongji was so physical, from the way she humped to the way she pawed his naked flesh. It said far more than the many moans and grunts that went into every movement. It was still a challenge, but one that pushed the spirit as much as the body. Scott had pushed both during his time with the X-Men and as Jean’s lover, but not like this. To face what she said he’d inevitably face, he needed to be more.
‘I can find that balance. I can be more than what my choices have wrought.’
Scott remained determined, his mind and body every bit as focused as Fongji. He followed her through more sex, looking to exhaust her passions, along with his own. As they went at it, the fires from the Phoenix fountain continued to erupt like a geyser, bathing the grand hall with a dazzling array of fiery light. At one point, embers rained down from above, covering their naked bodies with the essence of creation. It felt like the Phoenix offering its unique brand of cosmic approval.
It gave both him and Fongji some extra energy for the final push. As they continued venting their sexual energy, they made more use of the Phoenix’s cosmic abilities. At one point, they levitated off the floor, their naked bodies surrounded by the bird-shaped avatar as they went at it. From there, they indulged in more sex, getting more creative with their positions. Scott even sensed Fongji having fun with it. She tried not to show it, but she did crack a smile on more than one occasion.
She only stopped hiding it when they neared their final release. For that moment, they made their way back to the fountain, still hovering several feet off the floor. Fongji had her legs hooked around his waist and her nails dug into his arms as she eagerly rocked her hips, working her pussy along his manly length. Scott made the most of the position as well, holding onto her waist and thrusting with his hips.
They were on the last gasp of desire. The hot sensations that came with every motion brought them to the brink. As that moment approached, Scott finally broke the silence.
“Can you feel it?” he said to her, his eyes glowing bright red.
Fongji replied with another orgasmic moan as she crossed the threshold. Scott came shortly after, adding to the chorus of ecstasy that reverberated throughout the grand hall. Even with the aid of the Phoenix’s power, they reached the limit of such passionate desires.
Then, as their movements stop and their intimate flesh parted, Fongji narrowed her gaze on him once more. She was still smiling. She still had that post-orgasmic glint in her eyes. In that moment, she finally gave him the answer he’d been waiting for.
“I feel it, Scott,” she told him, having not forgotten his earlier question. “Who you are…the kind of man you’re trying to be…I feel it now.”
“Is that all you’re feeling?” he asked with a half-grin.
“Don’t push it,” she said with a grin of her own. “That may work with your wife. It only goes so far with me.”
She silenced him from further innuendo with another kiss. Scott returned the sentiment, but the fires from the fountain continued to burn, albeit at a steadier rate. They were still lively from so much passion, spreading throughout the palace, illuminating areas once darkened from view.
Scott could sense a rare elation within the Phoenix Force. He and Jean had disrupted the natural order of things, but in a way that felt overdue. The overwhelming power, and the hard choices that came with it, was no longer the primary driving force for this cosmic being. What he and Jean were doing with it was different, born of a new perspective on life, love, and connection.
Now, Fongji had felt it too. After the choice she had to make when she became a host, it resonated strongly. In addition to vindicating that unique perspective, it inspired in her the kind of passion that made the fires of the Phoenix burn with a special kind of heat.
“You’ve made your point. You’ve proven your worth,” Fongji said. “As such, I intend to make good on my offer.”
“I thought you already did,” Scott said, “unless that was only part of the offer.”
“It was merely a precursor,” she said with a suggestive undertone. “When you leave here, you’ll return with something you didn’t have before. I trust that when the time comes – and it will come, as the corruption you’ve incurred grows – you’ll know what to do with this.”
She briefly parted from their embrace. Now standing before her, still naked and surrounded in a fiery halo, she formed a ball of flame in front of her between her hands. Unlike the rest of the Phoenix flames, it had distinct golden hue.
As it drifted towards Scott, he reached out to touch it. Once it reached the fiery halo surrounding his body, it started to mix with his flames. A strange rush followed. It felt like another intimate exchange, albeit one of a non-sexual nature. That didn’t make it any less intimate.
“Whoa!” said Scott. “What was that? It feels…nice.”
“Think of it as an ember from one Phoenix Host to another,” said Fongji, her halo already fading. “Take it with you. Share it with your wife. It is spark forged in the heart of the M’Krann Palace. What it ignites, I cannot say. Just know that when the fires are corrupt by perverse forces, it only takes the right spark to purify the flame. It is a great responsibility, but one I trust you to wield wisely. For you, your wife, and all the hosts that came before you, we must keep the fires of creation burning.”
As Scott processed the strange new feeling, Fongji’s figure faded away, turning into pure flame before merging with the rest of the Phoenix. The rest of the grand hall and the Palace of M’Krann faded, as well. It all merged back into the nexus, but not before sending him one last message of hope and gratitude. It was like Fongji and every other Phoenix host that came before her embracing him before he left.
“Thank you, Fongji,” Scott said before flying away from the nexus. “Those fires will keep burning. My wife and I will see to that.”
New York City – Sanctum Sanctorum
“The gateway between realms is collapsing!” Dr. Strange shouted. “Scott…Jean…if your journey is finished, please hurry back!”
The Sorcerer Supreme fought to keep the swirling energies in the Sanctum Sanctorum going. His hands glowed with energy as he tried to guide the power within his meditative stance. The foundation of this structure that had been built on magic shook under the weight of the energy. Whatever Scott Summers and Jean Grey-Summers had done, it had a significant impact on the realms.
The extent of that impact was unclear, even to the Eye of Agamotto. He could only hope that it was positive. He hoped to ask them for details, but they had to return first. He channeled more energy, using the full power of the rune stones that the couple had brought with them to keep it open. It was becoming a great strain.
“Will of the Vishanti…give me strength,” he said.
He couldn’t keep it going for much longer. The swirling energy was about to undermine the integrity of the chamber when two familiar figures appeared within the energy. He recognized them as they emerged from the realm between realms.
“We’re back, Dr. Strange!” said Scott. “Seal the rip!”
“We can help!” added Jean.
Dr. Strange cast the final few incantations. The couple, still radiating the power of the Phoenix Force, used its fires to help him along. It was still messy. The rune stones ended up dissolving under the strain. It still worked. The rip closed and the chamber fell silent again.
The Sorcerer Supreme let out a sigh of relief. The chaos had settled. The worlds within worlds felt stable once more. However, as he rose up from his meditative state and opened his eyes, he was met with an unexpected sight. Scott and Jean were standing before him, appearing uninjured and unharmed. They just happened to be naked as well.
“Oh dear,” said Dr. Strange, laughing awkwardly and averting his eyes. “It seems the chaos within the realms was more disheveled than I thought.”
Scott and Jean briefly looked at one another. They ended up laughed as well. They didn’t look the least bit uncomfortable with their nudity. They didn’t even try to cover themselves. That must have been a good sign, even if it came at the cost of their clothes.
“It’s okay, Doctor. We just didn’t have time to make ourselves presentable,” said Scott.
“It wouldn’t be the first time, either,” teased Jean.
“I’ll have Wong provide some spare attire,” said the Sorcerer Supreme as he retrieved some spare blankets for them. “I just hope your efforts were fruitful. I can already sense greater stability within the mystic realms.”
“There’s a reason for that,” said Scott as he took one of the blankets, “and we’ll be happy to brief you on it before we leave. For now, I think we’ve created a good foundation in the world of magic. Hopefully, it’ll help us when the time is right.”
“But before we get to that, we need one more favor from you, Dr. Strange,” said Jean upon wrapping a blanket around her naked body.
“And what might that be?” asked the Sorcerer Supreme.
“A shower,” she said with a grin, “a long, hot shower.”
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