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The Evils of Necessity	By : Ksennin Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 13050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wanda sat with her legs over the edge of the cliff. Though the winds were strong, she wasn’t afraid of falling. The probabilities weren’t there. She wasn’t Magneto after all. They’d thrown him over the side, weighted down, body burned beyond recognition. And his only tombstone was the white tide on the jagged rocks. He’d hit one on the way down.
“I’d say it’s harder, grieving on your own—but you’re always on your own.”
Wanda looked back, eager to see Scott. His smile wasn’t like the others. It was reassuring. Not predatory. Not damaged. “Not always. You were like a son to him.”
Scott stopped a few feet from her. He looked out at the setting sun. Wanda wondered if it was still red through his visor. “I do want to do right by him.”
“It’s not fair. I don’t think it’s fair. The people who know he’s gone think he’s a monster. Only the people who don’t know think he was a good man.”
“I don’t think of him as a monster. His time came, that’s all. He outlived the good in himself.”
“And I killed him… is there still good in me, if I think of the state of my own soul after sending his on?”
Scott stepped closer, folding his arms across her shoulders, almost holding her to him. A part of her rejoiced in his touch. Another questioned it. She’d known Scott Summers a long time—observed him at a distance. His touch didn’t come so easily. So cheaply.
“Everything Erik did,” Scott said, his voice smooth—loving, “was so that his children could have purer souls than their father. What you did was an act of mercy. Right now, he’s proud of you. And so am I.”
“Scott… I can’t talk about him right now. Keep holding me. Tell me something else.”
He held her tighter. “He wanted us to be together. What do you want?”
“I want to be held. I just want to be held…”
His hand drifted to her breast. It was so warm… and she was so cold.
“I want that too.”
If Wanda had removed Scott’s visor, she’d see his eyes flashing yellow.
***
Scott awoke bound and gagged, stuffed in the locker room of the complex’s gym. It was unlikely he’d be discovered soon. He didn’t struggle or try to yell. He’d expected to awake in such circumstances. Dreamed of them.
He tested his bonds, of course. Shouted for help through the gag. Neither were of much utility. If Mystique could be trusted for anything, it was professionalism.
No. Not just professionalism, but the greater good, the cause, mutantkind itself. She was faithful to that to the point of zealotry. A faith even greater than Magneto’s; uncorrupted by petty hate, or pain, or trauma. She simply was. An apex predator. And that he could trust to. She would always act in the Brotherhood’s best interest, and in his so long as he was aligned with theirs. Not a moment longer.
That was comforting, somehow.
He found her predator’s heart easier to trust than anyone else’s humanity.
***
Raven heard groans and cries—Wanda’s as well as Scott’s. She could look down and see Scott’s hard cock invading Wanda’s cunt, dark-haired and red in her dusky skin. Scott’s balls shook, heavily-laden, each time his penis moved into Wanda’s yielding sex, her accepting core.
Raven looked on, entranced. From here, she could see everything. How the labia opened up to embrace its own invasion; the light moisture that clung to the shaft and glimmered with each pull back into the light. The stray hairs that caressed the cock as it thrust in, were torn asunder as it pulled out, and caught the shaft again upon its insertion.
Wanda Maximoff was thrown below Raven and Scott, her dark body shaded further by her bedroom’s low lights and drawn curtains, but bright with sweat. Her curly hair spread over the white bedspread, infiltrating it with further shadow. Above her, Scott too shone with sweat. Raven considered the interplay of light and darkness to be quite artistic. She wished she had a camera. Instead, she had a mirror.
She looked up from Wanda’s well-fucked body to see Scott in the mirror, loving Wanda like the reflection was Raven’s own private porno. The witch’s eyes were closed, her mouth open in a continual moan, accepting over and over again the pleasure Scott had to give her. Scott took it greedily, playing with her lascivious breasts in all their curving glory, his sharp hips similarly striving into her wide thighs.
The woman was uniquely voluptuous; unlike her brother, she did not take after her slender father, but had inherited the dark features and lush figure of her Roma mother, a famed beauty. Raven remembered her. She wished she had bedded the woman before her untimely death. But bedding the daughter was no distant second.
Raven smiled at Scott in the mirror; he, of course, smiled back, loving how Wanda writhed against his manhood with little twitches and wiggles meant to exquisitely swallow him, over and over again. And she loved watching him. His body was so perfect; and everything felt so good in his skin.
Mystique truly loved sharing Wanda with him.
***
Toad dropped the bong as soon as he saw Scott. “Jesus Christ, mate! What all are you doin’ in here? This some sorta thing you and Rave got cooked up? Blimey, you want me to move along then and forget I saw nuthin’?”
Scott shook his head, calmly and emphatically. Toad took his meaning.
“Oh. Oy! This a problem then, yeah? Fuck-a-doo, my son, let’s have you out of there!” He rushed to Scott, ungagging him with his tongue as his fingers dove into the knots tying him. “What a cock-up! What a great bloody fuck-all!”
“Relax, Mort. It’s personal.”
“Ay, you and Rave then? Figgured as much. That’s one bloomin’ bad headcase to have on yer knob. Not that I’d skip out on her bed! Be a good lad and tell me if she’s blue all over? She innit, is she?”
“No. The inside of her mouth is red.” Scott stood, kicking loose the last of the ropes and massaging feeling into his sore extremities. The circulation returned fast. Raven had gone a good job of tying him. “Where’s Wanda?”
“Oi nutter, her too? Bloomin’ hell, no wonder Rave’s so ticked at you! Not that I blame you, anyone’s earned a helping of strange it’s you, I’ve no doubt, but couldn’t ya just ask Scales to make a witch of herself? Seems like the sort of trouble she’d be into.”
“Don’t tell anyone about this,” Scott ordered his friend, gathering up the rope to take with him.
“My lips are sealed, mate. I only came here looking for a private place for a huff ‘n’ puff. Tell me, you don’t plan on coming back here, d’ya? I’d hate to be interrupted ag’in. I’ve already taken some pills.”
“The only reason I’ll be coming back is to share.” Scott started for the exit. “It’s shaping up to be that kind of day.”
***
Scott found them in his quarters, of course. He walked inside, heard the chorus of fuck-me-s, his own exerted grunts, and made his way to the bedroom. The door was open wide. The bed, its sheets still smelling of the Rogues, their mother, and his own seed, now held Wanda and Raven.
Mystique had a good eye for his body, an excellent familiarity with his motion. The only way he could tell it wasn’t him was that he would never have fucked Wanda. But there they were, Raven-him on his back, Wanda atop him, her face taking his cock to the hilt, his kissing her cunt with pure passion.
“Raven, get off her,” Scott said wearily.
Wanda looked up from her work, his own cock slipping from her lips. She looked momentarily confused. Her fingers held the swollen cock away from her mouth so she could speak. “Scott?”
“The genuine article. I’m sorry, Wanda. Raven is trying to… romance you. Get you on our team. I wouldn’t care, except she’s using my body—your feelings—to do it.” Scott hated how flustered, how out of place he felt. “She’ll be punished for deceiving you this way, I promise you that.”
“Punished?” Wanda climbed off Raven, but continued to hold her cock like a leash. She sat cross-legged on the mattress while Raven stayed down, her grin quirking her borrowed features. “Can I watch?”
“What?”
“Can I watch you punish her?” Wanda gave Raven’s cock a stroke. “How do you intend to do it, anyway? Paddle? Whips? Maybe fuck her in the ass until she’s learned her lesson? It should be something you enjoy more than her, of course. That’s entirely your decision.”
“Wanda…” Scott pointed at the other him. “That is not me! It’s Mystique posing as me!”
“I know.” Wanda tapped her forehead. “Almost a hundred percent probability that someone would try it. I just didn’t know if it’d be you or her. When she came, I knew it was her. I read people very easily, Scott. You’re not the touchy-feely type. She was. Very touchy. Very feely.”
“Don’t you care?” Scott demanded.
“Of course.” Wanda pumped Raven harder, making her groan half in Scott’s voice, half in her own. “I care that my father and brother were both overprotective control freaks. I care that daddy was a great man, but the only way he could’ve been a worse father was if he touched my bathing suit area. Then again, at least that would be some attention. I’m free now, Scott. No more sneaking around behind daddy’s back. Now I can fuck the entire Brotherhood if I want.” She smiled. “Not that I want to. In fact, I can only think of two.”
Scott shook his head. “I don’t… understand. I thought…”
Raven sat up, still in his body, but her expression uniquely her own. She took off the visor to let out her yellow eyes. “Turns out the little bitch has some of her father in her after all. She sniffed me out in five minutes. She’s willing to go along with our plans, but she wants something in return.”
“Multiple somethings,” Wanda smirked. “Screaming, squirting ones.”
“And I’m guessing she’s going to ask more from you than waiting outside and making the bed when we’re done.”
Wanda nodded. “Brand X is nice and all—but I want to try the real thing.”
“Come on, Scott. I really am having trouble satisfying her. Her cunt’s so hot, I bet she hasn’t had a decent fuck all year. Maybe two cocks will be enough for her.”
“It’s a start,” Wanda agreed. “And Raven, keep wearing him. Sorry, but blue isn’t my favorite color.”
In all his whirling confusion, Scott felt his prick throbbing powerfully. He still couldn’t believe Wanda was some kind of wanton slut. Or that she was turning him on so forcefully.
“Oh, Scott’s being conflicted again,” Raven said in a mock-dismayed tone. “Maybe we should give him a little preview of what will happen when he gives in.” Wanda’s soft wet mouth fell around her cock once more. “Like we know he will… ooohh…”
Scott watched as Wanda’s eyes fluttered close, excitement stealing across the passionate features of her beautiful face. Her blood-red lips opened wide, her white teeth flashed in the darkness of her mouth, and then every vein of his cock disappeared down her supplicating throat.
To Scott, it felt as if he were having an out-of-body experience—dreaming one of those dreams where he could see himself moving, living. He could almost feel what Raven felt, make the same noise as her fleshy moan, hear the soft wet whisper of the blowjob from one step removed. Suck it, he found himself thinking with a helpless intake of breath. Suck my cock.
Proving she had in no way exaggerated her experience, Wanda’s kiss traveled the length of Raven’s assumed cock, until her tongue was snaking out upon Raven’s belly and the balls pushed up under her chin. Raven’s abs clenched and loosened as she moved herself inside Wanda’s mouth, the bristling black hairs of her groin rubbing against Wanda’s nose.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Raven moaned, Scott’s voice pitched in her own low register. She lifted one thigh, turned to the side to put her cock in deeper. Sucking echoed inside Wanda’s mouth, her cheeks flushed with passion. She drew her head back, polishing Raven’s dick with her lips, until five or six inches were in the air, oozing with her saliva. “You’ve got to try her mouth, Scott—she could teach me a thing or two!”
No longer able to control herself with Wanda’s lips at the end of her cock, its length almost abandoned, Raven humped her manhood into Wanda’s sucking mouth. It was incredible for Scott to see that fury in his own body. Raven jackknifed in and out of Wanda, hard, fast, until her cock was slurping through Wanda’s straining lips, saliva trickling down her wobbling chin. Her yellow eyes focused on Scott, and the hard-on jammed inside the tight confines of his trousers, trying desperately to join its twin in Wanda’s mouth.
“Jack it off!” she demanded, slipping out of character and wholly into her own feminine voice. “Jack that beautiful cock off! Make yourself come for me!”
Scott fired back an order: “Come in her mouth. Make her gag on it.”
Wanda was enthused to help fulfill Scott’s request. She clutched Raven’s ass with both hands and spiked herself on her prick. “Yes!” Raven shouted, the word barely heard before she came.
Wanda’s mouth was wide open, her tongue lolling out like a dog’s. Every drop of Raven’s ejaculation either went down her throat or landed on her tongue. Wanda held the jizz in her mouth, as best she could, until Raven finished. Then she swallowed it all in one massive gulp. Mewled with pleasure as it settled warmly in her stomach. Her tongue lashed the dripping head of Raven’s cock one last time before she let it escape, falling to her bed with her mouth still open, like it was meant to have a cock in it.
“Your turn, Scott.” Wanda licked her lips, swallowed again. Mewled with the taste. “Wanna see how you compare to the knock-off brand—do a taste test…” She crawled on all fours toward the edge of the bed and Scott. Saliva and a certain amount of precum was smeared on her chin, and her breasts swung pendulously between her arms as she crept up to him. “Give me the real thing, Scott! Make it real!”
Lost in himself, Scott stepped forward. He didn’t even feel his knees banging against the side of the mattress. Wanda rubbed her head against him like a cat wanting to be petted, her cheek brushing his burnished groin. He felt her hair between his waistline and shirt, soft and a little damp. Sweat.
“Give it to him, you bitch!” Raven cried happily, her fingers wrapped around the slow revival of her cock. She stroked evenly, tempering her excitement just barely. “You’ve had your practice. Now lick it for me, you little slut—lick that cock!”
Scott felt the hot kiss of Wanda’s breath on his groin. That was all the waiting the Scarlet Witch had in her. She grabbed his cock like she couldn’t stand to see it get away, licked him, kissed him, made him even longer and harder than he’d been before. Raven stood up on her knees for a closer look. Her hand was as tight around her prick as Wanda’s was on Scott’s.
Then Scott’s cockhead was as hot and wet as Wanda’s mouth. Her tongue tested the hardness of his shaft, trying to move it this way and that. But his cock was unerringly aimed down her throat. Wanda gave in, her teeth gently grating on him as she dove for the subtle drawing pressure building at the base of his dick.
Scott’s hands went to Wanda’s small, sloping shoulders, fingers tightening in her supple skin. He began to stroke himself in and out of the tight gates of Wanda’s lips, feeling her tongue’s fiction coursing over his stiff cock with its soft wet caress. It felt like she was trying to swallow him, right down to his balls.
“Couldn’t do it better myself,” Raven announced, somehow smug. She placed her hand on Wanda’s bobbing ass, her fingers slipping between the cheeks. Wanda stiffened, her teeth imprinting on Scott’s manhood before she grew used to the invasion.
Scott’s hands slid to Wanda’s head as if pulled there. He pushed her down on his cock, hard, fast, wanting to match his growing need with the pleasure her mouth gave him. Where Wanda’s back bent low, he could see over her ass. Raven’s fingers weren’t there anymore. They were collaring her dick, bringing it to Wanda’s entrance. Wanda thrust herself all the way to the base of Scott’s cock when Raven penetrated her. She wanted them both inside her—all the way.
Fisting her hands in Scott’s belt, Wanda began to physically push him away then pull him back to her as she moved her head in counterpoint, so his cock went all the way into her mouth—came all the way out. It became a dripping wet blur bridging her lips and his fly. And all while Scott heard the squish of her cunt taking Raven’s coital pistoning.
Wanda let loose a drawn-out moan, cut off continuously by the spasmodic drive of his prick down her throat. He felt her tongue in a frenzy on his swollen helmet, her throat drawing with all its strength on his cockhead when it dipped into her gullet. As if that weren’t enough, she was still crashing her sex back to Raven’s dick.
“She’s coming!” Raven shouted excitedly—Wanda’s juices running in lines down the bulging muscles of her thighs. “Oh—the sweet little bitch! I can feel her coming on your cock, Scott! Her cunt’s getting so tight…!”
Wanda cried “Oh-oh-oh!” with her words barely escaping from her pursed lips. Her desperation only grew, sucking Scott needfully, using all her determination to steal his semen from his balls. She’d set the rhythm she wanted with her push and pull on Scott—him fucking her mouth, hard and deep—so now he took over for her as she buckled down to enjoy her climax. He moved his hands down to her cheeks, holding her face almost tenderly still for his fucking. When he slid into her, he could feel the vibrations of her moans against his cock.
Raven mirrored Scott’s motions, slamming herself hard into Wanda’s oversensitive core. The witch defensively tried to pull away from the overwhelming sensation, but there was nowhere to go but into Scott’s body. She took every inch of his engorged erection down her throat, nearly gagging several times. Then, looking up into Scott’s eyes, she came once more.
Scott petted her hair as he stared across at his own naked body. Raven had her hands on Wanda’s hips and was relishing the sweat that ran over her flesh like sleet as she drilled her cock into Wanda. Scott could see the dark tufts of hair at her crotch turn red over the twin globes of Wanda’s ass—Raven losing control of the morph. She moaned and smiled at Scott, her face a cracking mask of pleasure. Blue was spreading over her façade like a bruise.
“Come with me, Scott! We’re the same! The same!”
Wanda’s climaxing, gripping body drew so taut that she bit down on his cock. When he came, he could feel the passageway constricted by the force of her jaw. And his orgasm forced it back open, widening her mouth before he filled it. He gushed out so powerfully that Raven had to hold her head against his belly, Wanda preemptively trying to escape from drowning in the wet throbs of his pleasure.
Colors flashed before his eyes; no shades of red.
Scott felt himself turn liquid, with a hole in the pressurized container of his skin.
All of him spilled hotly into Wanda’s greedy mouth.
Raven was herself again as she pulled Scott’s cock from the white mess of Wanda’s cunt. It flashed blue before shrinking into her clitoris; then she was flat on the bed, still holding to Wanda’s hips like she intended to keep fucking her. Scott didn’t move either, somehow beached upon the bedspread. His limp manhood was still between Wanda’s lips. She nursed on it like a candy, throat gulping down the last beads of his discharge.
The bed under them was wet with sweat and sperm. When Raven’s hand reached up and nested possessively in the center of Scott’s chest hair, it was cool and dry.
***
Raven burned so cold. In a blazing summer of a world, she was a little bit of winter Scott held in his arms. She’d understood Scott’s reluctance to be the little spoon.
“No hard feelings?” she asked, her head shifting, blood-red hair tickling Scott under his chin.
“None,” he told her. “All my sins… you’re just the punishment.”
Raven laughed. “Darling, haven’t you noticed? Sins aren’t punished in this world. They’re rewarded. So speaking of, why don’t we try that again? I’ll stay like this—less narcissistic on your part.”
“I’ll see if I can find some Banshee.”
“Fine by me,” Wanda said, returning from her quarters.
Her new costume was immodest in the extreme. The cape and headdress stayed the same, and Scott supposed the boots covered enough, coming up to Wanda’s thighs. As did the opera gloves, moving to her elbows. But her top was a cropped thing, not even covering her shoulders, just her breasts, her neck, and a little skin above her belly button. Her bottom covered even less, just a V of red from one hip to the other. Its crotch displayed the arc of her pubis. If he didn’t already know she was shaved bare, the skin on either side of the crotch-band would tell him so.
“What do you think?” she asked, giving them a turn. Raven applauded. Scott supposed by the standards of a woman who often went naked, it was high fashion.
“It’s striking,” he said, kissing Raven’s shoulder.
“I’ve had this three years,” she said. “Ever since that slut Hellcat started fighting crime on E! Needing her nipples blurred out every time she throws a punch—daddy never would’ve let me wear it. Pietro would’ve built a wall around me if I stepped outside in this. But they’re not here…” she concluded in a sing-song voice.
Wanda moved to the bed, sprawling beside Scott and Raven. She held an envelope in her hand—gave it to Scott.
“Daddy’s will. Since no one’s ever going to know he’s dead, you might as well read it now.”
Scott gave her a look, enough to urge her to silence, and opened the envelope. He held it in front of Raven as well; she ran her hand along his forearm as they read.
“Wanda gets everything,” Raven said. “No surprise there.
Scott’s priorities were elsewhere. “Last request. One of our brother mutants has a bastard child out there.”
“The old softy was keeping an eye on her…”
His strategizing with Raven was rapid-fire. “How old would she be by now?”
“Seventeen.”
“Past due to manifest.”
“If she even has powers.”
“We should at least check. Does it say where she lives?”
Raven grimaced. “Queens.”
In boredom, Wanda had been admiring her breasts in their new surroundings. Now her head shot up. “That’s in New York!”
They looked at her. “Fancy a vacation?”
“Daddy always said New York as a monument to man’s perversity and barbarism. Of course I want to go!”
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