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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance	By : marvelmaster616 Category: X-men Comics > General Views: 12113 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 14: Righteous Witchcraft
New Mexico – X-Corp Headquarters
In any universe with a semblance of order, the concepts of fate and chaos could not coexist. One offered a sense of finality while the other emerged from unpredictable discord. They shouldn’t be capable of manifesting together, let alone affect one another.
Scott and Jean Grey-Summers saw the connection. Through their expanded perspective, gained through their embracement of the Phoenix Force, they understood how seemingly random chaos could complement a set course. They learned even more after exploring the world of magic and the mystic arts in an effort to bring clarity to the chaos they’d caused by their fateful choices.
However, it wasn’t enough to gain greater insights into that world. Knowledge was only as useful as their ability to apply it. That was a lesson they’d learned with the X-Men years earlier. Now, through both their connection to the Phoenix Force and the insights they’d assembled with X-Corp, they’d found a wealth of worthy applications.
Sometimes, those applications found them, which created even more opportunities to forge a new fate through the chaos.
“I can’t thank you two enough for this,” said a gracious, but reserved Wanda Maximoff. “After everything my father has put you through, it feels like I’m getting far more than I deserve.”
“You don’t need to keep thanking us, Wanda,” assured Scott. “You also don’t need to keep apologizing for your father. He made his choices. You made yours. He ended up forming the Brotherhood of Mutants. You joined the Avengers.”
“That says much more about you than it does about him,” added Jean. “You’ve had some chaotic influences in your life…some more damaging than others. But you’ve always found a way to navigate the chaos. Sometimes, you need a little help.”
“With all due respect, Mrs. Grey-Summers,” said Vision in his usual refined voice, “there is nothing little about what you and your husband are providing for us.”
“I don’t disagree,” she said, “which is why Scott and I are determined to deliver. When we make bold promises, we make good on them in a fittingly bold way!”
Her words reflected both her perspective and excitement on the opportunity before them. Unlike previous efforts at forging new connections, Wanda and Vision reached out to them. She and Scott had made such an impression in saving Ms. Marvel that Vision claimed he’d calculated the extent of their benefits, but could not quantify it. For an intelligent android, it spoke volumes.
Vision also claimed that he calculated every conceivable possibility, but only she and Scott were capable of helping them. Wanda agreed and didn’t need to crunch the numbers to realize that. She and Vision had been married some time ago, but they hadn’t been able to enjoy married life for a while. Between their duties as Avengers and their recent encounter with Magneto, they just hadn’t had the opportunities.
They finally decided to take a leave of absence from the Avengers. Their love had endured so much chaos. At times, it seemed like fate was working against them. They sought to change that in whatever way they could. Scott and Jean just happened to be in a perfect position to aid them.
‘She still seems nervous, Jean. Maybe we should ease them into this,’ Scott said her through a telepathic link as they made their final preparations.
‘We could do that,’ Jean replied, ‘but that just wouldn’t be bold enough now, would it?’
‘Point taken. But Carol told me Wanda and Vision have a strange, but beautiful connection. There’s plenty of love. It’s just chaotic at times.’
‘Good thing we’re no strangers to love, connection, and chaos. After what we experienced with Dr. Strange, we know how to navigate chaos. We might be the only ones who can help these find balance with their love.’
Jean gave her husband a look of confidence. He smiled back as they made the final preparations for this unique effort of theirs. The goal was to assist another married couple, but the method was bold.
Before Wanda and Vision arrived, they secured some empty office space on the eight floor of X-Corp’s main headquarters. According to Warren, this space had been used to research physical therapy for recovering veterans. It once had exercise equipment, examination tables, and basic monitoring equipment. Scott and Jean had cleared out most of the area, but kept the examination tables and monitoring equipment for mutant research. What they had planned, though, involved a different kind of research.
Part of that plan involved setting up the examination tables near the window that overlooked the majestic New Mexico landscape. They’d also modified the tables so that they were covered in soft satin sheets with large pillows on top. Around those tables, and mounted on the walls, were an array of holiday lights that bathed the room in a steady, welcoming glow. The cold, sterile ambience of a research area had been transformed into to something more intimate.
However, Scott and Jean didn’t just stop at setting the mood. They’d kept the monitoring equipment active. It included several cameras on the wall and a scanning apparatus that hung from the ceiling. They even got help from Hank McCoy in modified them to their specifications. The goal was to gather a special kind of data for Wanda and Vision. While Vision was no stranger to processing unusual data, Wanda seemed more intrigued by the implications.
Some of that intrigue might have also been due to their attire. Wanda and Vision arrived in casual civilian attire. Scott and Jean wore only black bathrobes with nothing underneath. That might have been jarring to Wanda, whose experience with intimacy had been mixed. However, she didn’t look inclined to back away.
“If this is too much, my dear, we can do this another time,” said Vision who stood with Wanda next to one of the examination tables. “I understand that such intimate matters make people uncomfortable.”
“It’s not that, Vision,” said Wanda. “We’ve been on a team with Tony Stark. We’re both immune to the awkwardness around sex.”
“Relatively speaking,” Vision said, half-jokingly.
“But this isn’t about sex. This is about intimacy,” she said in a more serious tone. “Our love is strong. No one will deny that anymore.”
“Although a few have tried,” Vision pointed out.
“And that doesn’t bother me. It never has,” Wanda said while caressing her lover’s face affectionately. “We have everything we need to make our love work. Now, I’d like to focus on our wants and desires…namely, how we express them.”
There was a deep longing in her tone. The way she looked at vision reminded Jean of how she’d looked at Scott when they were young, shy, and repressed. Wanda might have been surprised by the romantic setup they’d put together, but she was not at all dissuaded.
She looked at Vision with such strong desire. To just be near him and embrace him wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Vision, despite being an android, had a similar desire in his eyes. He simply lacked the perspective, as well as the data, to act on it. That was about to change.
“That’s where we come in,” said Scott. “You feel incredible love for each other, but seek new ways of expressing it. Jean and I can help with that.”
“We can even make it fun,” Jean added. “Being in love is a wonderful thing. It takes work to nurture that love, but that work pays off. It makes room for something deeper, stronger, and very rewarding.”
Her tone became deeper and more sensual. She turned to her husband, who stood with her next to the other examination table, and embraced him with equal amounts of love and lust. Already, the presence of the robes felt burdensome.
“You two have put in the work,” said Scott, grinning widely as he embraced her. “It’s time you enjoy those rewards.”
“And thanks to the scanning equipment we’ve set up, you’ll get to see, study, and process every detail of those rewards,” Jean added.
“Every beautiful detail,” her husband said in that deep, determined tone that often turned her on.
The mood was set. The desires between them were intensifying by the second. In that passionate moment, she and Scott shared a deep kiss. It was both loving and sensual, reflecting their desire to express their love and indulge in its wondrous rewards. They’d done it many times before, but the stakes were different this time. It didn’t make them any less motivated.
“I love you, Scott,” Jean said to him. “I love you in all your impeccable details.”
“I love you too, Jean,” Scott said. “And I want to express that love in a beautifully rewarding way.”
“Mmm…I want that too,” she said while playfully pawing his chest.
“Then, let’s get this little experiment started!”
“I’d say this hardly counts as an experiment, but I suspect such technicalities are irrelevant,” commented Vision.
“You’d be right about that, darling,” said Wanda with a humored grin, “which means focus less on logistics and more on the data…the incredibly, intimate data.”
Jean barely heard their remarks. Scott was unaffected, as well. They were already locked in the moment, following their shared passions.
It started with another kiss, which quickly took on a more sensual overtone. It subsequently led to them removing each other’s robes. Scott undid hers first, untying the sash and letting it fall off her body. Jean did the same, leaving them equally nude before their guests.
“Oh my,” Wanda said under her breath, trying to hide her blush.
Jean would’ve laughed if she weren’t so intimately engaged with her husband. She felt Wanda and Vision’s intense gaze on them. Wanda’s gaze naturally gravitated towards Scott, especially the impressive endowment hanging between his legs. She might have married a robot, but she was still a healthy heterosexual woman.
Jean also sensed Vision’s gaze on them. While he tried to maintain an objective, analytical poise, the human side of him still showed. She could tell he was scanning her body more intensely, especially her legs, breasts, and pussy. His human side was still distinctly masculine and his machine side could only do so much to process it.
‘It’s okay,’ Jean told them via telepathy. ‘Don’t be afraid to stare. Scott and I set this up so that you can observe, study, and appreciate everything that goes into making beautiful love.’
That helped ease the tension, allowing Jean to stay focused on her impassioned husband. They continued kissing and embracing, naked skin touching naked skin. She pawed his chest while tracing her finger around the manly sinews of his upper body. He felt her up with those powerful hands of his, squeezing her butt and caressing her breasts in the way she loved. Each loving kiss and affectionate gesture became bolder, but the underlying desire remained the same.
He wanted to make love to her as much as she wanted to make love to him. That desire soon manifested in physical arousal. Scott’s penis grew increasingly erect under her touch. Her pussy became increasingly wet under his. At one point during all the kissing and touching, they directed their gestures towards their genitals. He gently caressed her moist folds while she stroked his rigid manhood.
Throughout the course of their foreplay, the equipment in the room ran at full capacity. The cameras on the walls were focused on her and Scott. The scanner in the ceiling over the examination table lit up, briefly scanning their naked bodies with red laser light. It was an oddly arousing feeling, knowing that she and Scott were being analyzed while they expressed their love.
For Vision, however, the analysis took on a far greater meaning.
“Such dense data,” Vision said, his eyes flashing as he watched them intently. “It’s so intense.”
“Is that another technical term?” Wanda asked, not taking her eyes off Scott.
“Not in the slightest, my love,” he answered.
Vision had been linked into the equipment before entering the room. Hank warned them that, even with his processing power, it might overwhelm certain systems. Vision shrugged off those concerns. He probably felt differently at this point.
He would have to find some way of keeping up because Jean was ready for the next phase and so was Scott. With neither a word nor a telepathic exchange, they followed their passions further and took their love onto their examination table. Scott, being both a gentleman and a caring lover, lifted her up in his arms and laid her down atop the soft sheets. They continued kissing and embracing every step of the way, their bodies aligning in preparation for more overt acts of love.
Wanda and Vision moved in closer. The scanner above the table hummed louder as it processed more data. Jean never lost her focus and neither did Scott. As he remained on top of her, kissing and caressing her while his naked body pressed down against his, she felt his love through every act. She also felt his lust in the form of his manhood pressing against her inner thighs. Jean reciprocated every gesture, wrapping her legs around his waist and adjusting her hips, their flesh now ready to unite.
“Take me, Scott,” she said to him, already breathless from so much kissing.
That was all the affirmation he needed. Her husband took it from there, trailing his hand down her body until resting at her thighs. Then, their intimate entwinement fully secure, he thrust forward and entered her. They each let out a sharp gasp as the familiar feeling of masculine flesh entering feminine depths washed over them.
“Ooh Scott!” Jean moaned with that special brand passion.
“Jean…” Scott gasped with similar passion.
The lovemaking that followed played out as it had many times before. Their naked bodies began moving. Scott fully utilized the leverage at his disposal, working his body against hers in focused, lateral thrusts. He put both strength and power into each movement, digging his feet and knees into the undersized table. It helped add greater fervor to his effort.
Their naked skin grinded with every movement, the friction of their flesh adding to the heat of their sex.
Their intimate flesh seamlessly complemented one another, his hard cock pumping seamlessly within her hot pussy.
The hot sensations that followed evoked more blissful moans. In addition to those moans, they shared impassioned kisses and loving gestures. Jean caressed her husband’s face, running her fingers through his chestnut hair as their world rocked. In between the chaotic expressions, they laughed joyously and rightfully so.
They were having fun, making love and indulging in their passions. Even after opening their relationship and passions to others, she and Scott still cherished the simple act of making love to one another as husband and wife. It was a special act exclusive to their love. The power of that act could not be quantified, even with aid of the Phoenix Force and an intelligent android.
That didn’t stop Vision from making the effort. Even though Jean remained as focused as Scott on their sex, she hadn’t forgotten why they were doing this.
“So this is the physical manifestation of passionate love,” Vision said, sounding both amazed and confounded. “It’s beautiful…complex, but beautiful.”
“That’s one way of putting it,” said Wanda, who just looked amazed.
Their comments barely registered. She and Scott kept making love as though they were the only ones in the room. They maintained a steady, fervent pace, their naked bodies moving together in seamlessly sensual harmony. Jean raked her hand over his back while her love felt his way up her curves, eventually caressing her face as he made every thrust count. Sensations, feelings, and pleasure coursed through them, guiding them along an intimate journey.
Wanda and Vision could only watch from afar while the scanning equipment scrutinized every little detail, right down to the beads of sweat forming on their skin. They weren’t putting on the show with the intention of turning someone on, but the visuals definitely had an effect.
Jean noticed Wanda shifting uncomfortably while standing next to Vision. She kept rubbing her legs together, a clear sign that she was getting wet between her legs. She leaned in closer to her husband, clinging to his arm and trailing her hand over his chest. Vision didn’t seem to notice at first. His eyes kept flashing, indicating he was still trying to process all the data. That eventually changed when he took Wanda’s hand in his, squeezing it gently as the passionate moment intensified.
The heated rhythm, and the powerful emotions that came with it, brought Jean to the brink of orgasm. Scott had become so adept at making love. He worked his body with hers so well, kissing and caressing her in all the right ways. He knew just how to get her to that special place where the line between intimacy and ecstasy disappeared completely.
“Scott…I’m getting close!” Jean gasped. “I’m so…so close!”
“Jean…my beautiful wife,” Scott gasped, “I’m ready too.”
Following her amorous cries, he stepped up his efforts. He tightened his hold on her hips, elevated his body slightly, and delivered a quick round of harder movements. Jean clung to his shoulders, moaning loudly as her breasts bounced to every thrust. His throbbing cock slithered inside her, stimulating her depths in just the right ways.
He locked eyes with her, their loving gaze conveying more than words ever could. Jean could sense how close he was. From the way he looked at her to the way he held her, she needed no telepathy or cosmic force to tell her he was ready to join her in that special place. As that desired destination came into view, she lovingly caressed his face in preparation for their release.
“Oohhh Scott!”
Finally, he led her to the end of their journey. Her husband got her to her desired destination in which she shared the joyous fruits of their efforts.
The orgasmic rush hit her first. Jean let out an impassioned cry that filled the room, bending her legs back and curling her toes as the ripples of pleasure coursed through her body. A similar rush hit Scott moments later, his manly muscles tensing with strength as he climaxed with her. His cock and her pussy throbbed within the feeling, his hot fluids mixing with hers inside her depths.
Together, they shared in the intimate delight. Their passion drew them together through the blissful daze. They embraced and kissed, the extent of their love showing within the outburst of lust. It perfectly encapsulated the love they sought to express. It also triggered a strong reaction from Vision.
“So much passion…so much love…too much data,” Vision said, his eyes flickering erratically. “I cannot hope to process it all. And yet, I understand it.”
“Some things just can’t be processed,” said Wanda, still clinging to her love’s arm, “not by machines…not by people…not by anyone.”
“It seems inherently chaotic.”
“Yet it works,” she said strongly. “It really, truly works.”
Wanda laughed in astonishment while Vision just watched on in awe. Jean also sensed Wanda getting excited and not just in a sexual way. She knew about sex as much as any married woman, especially one who’d been on a team with Tony Stark. However, she’d never seen it manifest in the way that she and Scott went about it. It promised to change both her perspective and her outlook on married life.
Had Jean not been caught up in the afterglow, she would’ve laughed with Wanda. She and Scott had since completed their intimate immersion with one another. He withdrew from her, but remained in her loving embrace. They shared beaming smiles, moaning affectionately and panting heavily. They eventually returned to an upright position, their naked bodies still being analyzed by both Vision and the monitoring equipment.
‘I don’t think Wanda is content to just watch anymore,’ Scott said through a telepathic link.
‘It’s not like she’s hiding it,’ Jean replied with a light snicker. ‘I’m pretty sure she’ll need a cold shower and clean panties by the end of this.’
‘Good. That’s just as we hoped. That means we can skip a few steps before getting to the next part.’
They shared a mischievous laugh, which they hid through another loving kiss. Even after making love so intensely, the desire remained strong. One round just wasn’t going to do it, especially if their fellow married couple was to get the most out of this.
She and Scott began a fresh round of foreplay. They kissed and touched one another’s naked flesh, not caring at all about their disheveled state. However, while Scott was kissing down her neck and fondling her breasts, Jean turned towards Wanda.
“You don’t have to wait for the honeymoon, Wanda,” Jean told her. “Go on. Get undressed. I think you’re ready!”
“Yes, I think so too,” said Wanda, smiling and blushing under her gaze.
The former Avenger finally embraced the mood that she and Scott set. She let go of Vision’s arm, stepped out in front of him, and took off her clothes. She even dared to make it sexy, wiggling her hips when she took off her pants and teasing her husband in undoing her bra.
It was a surprising move for Wanda, who was usually so reserved and controlled. It surprised Vision more than it surprised Jean or Scott. He didn’t bother trying to process that data. He just watched in mix of astonishment and affection as his wife got naked in front of him.
“Is she always this playful while stripping?” Scott asked, who quickly took notice of another naked woman in the room.
“No. She is not,” said Vision plainly.
“Would it bother you if I did it more often?” Wanda asked.
“Not at all, my dear. Not at all,” Vision replied.
He smiled lovingly, his human side showing like never before. While Jean continued making out with her husband, Vision focused his attention on his beautiful wife. He stepped forward and cupped her face with both hands. She smiled warmly under his touch. That smile got wider as he trailed his hands down her body, paying close attention to her breasts and inner thighs. He must have noticed how aroused she’d gotten. Wanda’s strong reaction revealed the extent to which her perspective had shifted.
She was ready to embrace a more intimate manifestation of love. More importantly, she wanted it immensely. That stood out to Jean more than any physical manifestation. It was just a matter of Vision having what he needed to meet those desires.
“Your touch is as wonderful as ever,” Wanda told him, “but I want more than that this time.”
“And I want to give it to you, Wanda,” said Vision intently.
“Does that mean you’re ready to test out the new hardware you recently installed?” she asked coyly.
“Indeed, I am,” he said. “Just do not tell Tony Stark or Hank Pym where I obtained the designs. For once, I’d rather not compare schematics.”
The advanced android proceeded to undress, as well. Unlike everyone else, he didn’t have to do a striptease. He just phased out of his clothes, revealing the reddish metallic skin underneath. Being an advanced android, his skin wasn’t just metal. Jean had felt it earlier. It had a warmth to it. Wanda claimed that warmth where his love and humanity showed. Jean believed him, but she also believed she wasn’t as familiar with the hardware he’d mentioned.
Hanging between his legs, which had once been vacant of any major parts, was a set of well-crafted male genitalia. Even from afar, Jean was impressed. It was perfectly proportioned to the rest of his body, having just the right amount of length and girth. Wanda told her in private that Vision had attempted to install sex organs in the past, but it often got awkward when they tried to use it. That was understandable. Vision’s understanding of human sexual relations was limited.
That was what she and Scott hoped to change. While Wanda also told them she and Vision had explored intimate couplings, they rarely pushed it beyond a certain point. Now that they were married, she wanted to go all the way. They’d given Vision the data he needed. All that remained was the desire and opportunity to make use of it.
“Such remarkable design,” said Wanda, as she reached down and grasped her husband’s penis.
“You don’t need to tell us where you got them,” Scott said. “In fact, I think we’re better off not knowing.”
“The source is not important,” said Vision. “What matters is what I do with it, now that I have the sufficient data.”
“Why stop at sufficient?” Jean noted.
That earned her a curious gaze from the android. Even as Wanda continued admiring his recently-constructed penis, he remained aware of the sensual environment they’d created. The data was still flowing. The desire was still there. There was no reason to limit their efforts.
“Are you implying there is more data to consider?” Vision asked.
“Not necessarily,” Jean answered, now leaning on her husband’s shoulder. “What you just saw was a good example of quality lovemaking.”
“And a very good one, at that,” added Scott.
“But therein lies the power of love,” she continued. “Whether you feel it, pursue it, or express it through sex…it’s an ongoing process. You never stop gathering data. You never stop learning about yourself, your lover, and how to embrace them.”
“Sometimes, you learn from experience,” Scott added. “Sometimes, you take lessons from others.”
“And as it just so happens, you’re in luck!” said Jean as she turned her attention back to her lover. “Because Scott and I have plenty of lessons to teach.”
She cast her lover that mischievous, yet seductive grin that she knew he loved. He cast her a similar grin before deepening their naked embrace. More kissing followed, which quickly evolved into light foreplay.
Wanda was already following their example. She shifted her attention from her husband’s penis to the rest of his humanoid form. With a glint of passion and playfulness in her eye, she embraced Vision with unhindered desire. She freely and affectionately pressed her naked skin against his android form, flooding him with a new kind of data before kissing him passionately. Vision took notice, but didn’t stop gathering data.
“I see,” said Vision, already embracing his wife. “I suppose additional lessons might be revealing.”
“You make it sound so pragmatic,” said Wanda curtly.
“Of course,” he said, as though it were the most logical thing in the world. “You find such mannerisms a sexual turn-on, do you not?”
“Now, you’re pushing it. And I love it!”
Wanda silenced her lover with another kiss and more heavy skin contact. Vision returned the favor, but didn’t stop gathering data. The diamond-shaped gem in his forehead kept flashing, indicated that he was still linked into the monitoring equipment. Jean and Scott were still providing it with plenty of data. It meant that one act of lovemaking could supplement another.
‘She loves it more than she lets on,’ Jean told her husband via telepathy. ‘I doubt Vision knows how horny she is right now.’
‘He’ll find out soon enough. The best we can do is provide him quality data,’ Scott replied. ‘After all, that is why they came to us.’
‘It’s still not the only reason.’
‘You’re right. But it’s the one we can have the most fun with.’
She and Scott laughed to themselves, even as they continued with their heated foreplay. Wanda and Vision were finally getting into the spirit as well. Wanda guided her husband atop the nearby examination table, which had the same soft sheets and pillows. She was already lying on her back with her husband on top of her, kissing passionately and exploring each other’s bodies.
This level of passion was still new to them. Their inexperience showed. Vision was careful and measured in how he shared such intimate gestures with Wanda. She was already so aroused that she was getting somewhat impatient with her touching. In the spirit of helping a fellow married couple, Scott and Jean stepped up their efforts.
“Ready to begin the next lesson?” Jean asked her husband playfully.
“I’m ready, my love,” Scott replied.
Knowing Vision was still gathering data, she and Scott shifted their bodies in pursuit of a different kind of sex act. Scott laid down on his back while Jean got on top of him. They then arranged themselves into a 69 position. Now, her pussy hovered right over his face while his semi-hard dick was right under hers, still dripping with their sexual juices. From that erotic arrangement, she and Scott employed their oral sex skills.
Scott dug in right away, using his hands to spread her folds before plunging his tongue into her wet depths. The fresh rush of sensations prompted Jean to return the favor. She hungrily took the length of his cock between her lips, evoking a muffled grunt of approval from her lover. As he flicked his tongue inside her pussy, she licked and suckled his cock, rebuilding a shared arousal that got them back on that intimate journey.
Their sensual lesson didn’t go unnoticed. Wanda clearly took notice, even as she engaged in heavy foreplay with Vision. Seeing another woman get oral sex from her husband intrigued her, among other things. Vision took notice too. Armed with fresh data, he decided to make use of it.
“I’d like to give you oral sex, Wanda,” Vision told her.
“I’d like that too. I’d like that a lot,” she replied, not hiding her excitement.
Vision didn’t wait to process the rest of the data. As Wanda lay comfortably on her back, he carefully worked his way down her naked body. He was so diligent, as if to scrutinize every bit of her flesh, as though it were critical information. In the spirit of expressing their love, it certainly qualified.
Once he reached her inner thighs, Wanda eagerly spread her legs. She held them apart nice and wide, allowing Vision to give her aroused pussy the scrutiny he wanted. With Scott setting a high standard, gorging on Jean’s womanhood and lapping up her juices, Vision went to work doing the same. Android or not, he still had lips and a tongue. He began using them to give his wife the intimate stimulation she desired. The fruits of such data were almost immediate.
“Ooh wow!” Wanda moaned joyously. “Your tongue…so good! It feels…so good!”
Her vocal reaction filled the room. Even in the midst of oral sex, Jean took notice. Wanda toes were already fluttering. Her back arched and her expression twitched with joy. It couldn’t have been the first time she’d received oral sex. Vision must have been extra-thorough or made additional upgrades on the spot.
Wanda’s loud moans ended up motivating Scott to intensify his efforts. He probed deeper with his tongue while rubbing her clit with his thumb, hitting all those special areas that he knew so well. It got Jean moaning louder. It also got her sucking harder, which helped hasten Scott’s renewed arousal. It felt less like a lesson in lovemaking and more a competition as to who could keep up.
‘You’re a lucky woman, Wanda. Most men need practice and incentive to give good oral sex,’ Jean told Wanda telepathically. ‘
‘You’re right, Jean. I am!’ Wanda replied. ‘After all the chaos I’ve endured…and the chaos I’ve caused…I feel so lucky right now!’
‘Believe it or not, it still gets better.’
‘I believe you, Jean. You and Scott have done plenty to earn our trust!’
At that point, there was little need for formal lessons. Even though the monitoring equipment was still running, the rest of the data was superfluous. Now, they could just be two couples enjoying some ravenous lovemaking.
She and Scott had worked up plenty of arousal. His dick was fully erect again and her pussy was just as moist as before. Following the same passions, Jean gave her lover’s member one last lick before reorienting their bodies once more. He remained on his back, more than happy to let her set the stage for their next sex act.
He already had an amorous grin when she straddled his waist, remaining fully upright with her entire upper body on display to him. Jean smiled back as she reached behind her back, grabbed his cock at the base, and guided it into her pussy. The hot penetration was just as smooth as before, her tight folds lovingly surrounding his hardened flesh. With their bodies entwined once more, she began riding him cowgirl style.
Jean mirrored the same passionate, thorough pace that her husband had shown earlier. She knew him as well as he knew her. She knew how much Scott loved watching her ride his dick, rocking her hips with just the right intensity to evoke those warm, sensuous sensations. He looked up at her as though she were an angel, feeling up her curvy waist and fondling her bouncing breasts. Jean returned his admiring gaze, placing her hands over his to convey plenty of love to go along with the pleasure.
“Jean!” he gasped. “Such sweet…beautiful lessons!”
“Mmm…lessons, indeed,” Jean said with blissful delight.
Their sex was more playful than before. Lesson or not, she and Scott stopped worrying about the data they sent to Vision through the scanning equipment. If their style taught him to be more playful during intimate moments, then that was just a bonus.
He still took that lesson seriously. He kept Wanda moaning loudly with every moment he spent buried between her legs. He didn’t let up in his oral sex. He kept licking and stimulating her pussy until her moans became orgasmic, in nature. It must have been a while since she’d experienced one like this.
“Oh…oh my God! I think I…I’m going to…come!” Wanda exclaimed, barely able to form coherent sentences.
The orgasmic rush hit her sooner than expected. Her eyes briefly flashed with glowing hex energy. The examination table shook and the nearby monitors flickered. She clung hard to the edge of the examination table, writhing in anticipation. When the feeling came over her, she arched her lower back, closed, her eyes, and let out a cry of delight that impressed even two experienced lovers.
“Oohhh yes!”
It was quite a sight, seeing the Scarlet Witch achieve orgasm with her android husband. Jean had a perfect view of the spectacle while riding her husband. It was amazing. Even Vision looked astonished. Even with his robot complexion, he looked both impressed and encouraged.
“I think you came, my dear,” Vision remarked, finally looking up from her inner thighs.
Wanda laughed joyously before shooting up from her position and kissing him harder than she had since their wedding. Her eyes were still glowing and there was still some hex energy radiating from her. It didn’t do much damage, but it did short out some of the equipment.
That didn’t bother Jean and Scott. It had already served its purpose. Hank McCoy had already mentioned the need for upgrades. They didn’t need such elaborate equipment anymore. They had done enough to teach the necessary lessons. Vision, despite his heavy reliance on hard data, didn’t look too concerned as well.
“And there goes the data link,” said Vision after Wanda completed their kiss.
“Mmm…did you get enough?” asked Wanda, still deep in her orgasmic daze.
“Who said I needed more? And who said I even need the link?” he asked in a polite, but curt tone.
He did it again, using those formal mannerisms of his to turn Wanda on. It worked just as effectively as earlier. She laughed before kissing him again, this time with more body contact.
Within their embrace, Vision pursued a lesson of his own. The recently-installed penis that Wanda had so lovingly admired earlier came to life, becoming fully erect with an efficiency befitting of an advanced machine. Jean and Scott saw it too. Even in the midst of their own lovemaking, they grew curious.
“That’s a handy feature,” Jean commented from the other table.
“I’ll say,” said Scott sheepishly.
“I’d still like to test out other features,” said Vision. “Wanda, my darling, do you wish to proceed?”
“Hell yes!” she said without hesitation.
She didn’t linger in the post-orgasmic afterglow. She didn’t even give Vision a chance to ask for specifics. They turned out to be unnecessary. Wanda had already chosen how the next lesson would unfold. Just as Scott had demonstrated earlier with Jean, Vision just followed her passions.
That ultimately led to Vision lying on his back with Wanda crawling on top of him, her every move supercharged with sensual energy. The advanced android looked up at her with awe, lovingly cupping her face while she aligned her body with his for their next intimate act. She matched his intense gaze, holding onto his waist as she rubbed the tip of his penis over her wet folds.
Wanda was already breathing heavily with anticipation. Despite having had an orgasm already, she didn’t rush into full-on intercourse. Unlike Jean, she had limited experience. She had a romantic history. She even shared some of the lurid details with Jean in private. She’d also made clear that she wanted sex to be different with Vision.
Him having the necessary hardware wasn’t the issue. There was a critical difference between having sex and making love. Jean knew that difference better than most. After everything she’d been through with the Avengers and Magneto, Wanda deserved to know it too.
‘Do it, Wanda. Make love to your husband,’ Jean encouraged. ‘You have the same data as Vision. You need only embrace it with both love and lust.’
‘Love and lust,’ Wanda replied with intense thoughts, ‘yes, I can do that.’

That little push was all she needed. With renewed focus, she lovingly took her husband’s hands in hers. Then, under his amorous gaze, she plunged her hips downward, driving his masculine hardware up into her pussy.
“Ooh Vision!” Wanda gasped. “I feel you. I feel you inside me!”
“Wanda…I feel you too,” Vision said, his eyes flashing erratically, as if processing a flood of new data.
For a moment, they both just took in the intensity of their intimate union.
Once that moment passed, the lessons that Scott and Jean had imparted took hold.
Their bodies began moving, mirroring that focused, sensual rhythm that they’d observed earlier. It started slow with Wanda just rocking her hips, working her hot folds along the length of her lover’s cock. The pace soon quickened. Vision also supplemented her efforts, moving his hips with hers, complementing every bodily gyration.
“That’s it, you two. That’s it!” Jean said. “You’re doing it. You’re making love!”
“Enjoy it. Embrace it. Celebrate it!” Scott added before pulling her into a deep kiss.
Wanda and Vision took those impassioned words to heart. They found their own unique brand of lovemaking. Driven by the love they had and the desire to express it, they followed their passions and let their bodies convey the sentiment through every sensuous motion. Their collective moans added to the growing symphony of ecstasy.
‘Two loving couples…making love…celebrating their passions together,’ Jean mused. ‘It’s so chaotic, yet so beautiful.’
As their respective lovemaking unfolded, it became less organized and formal. While Wanda and Vision got a better feel for their newfound appreciation of intimacy, Jean was already on the cusp of another orgasm.
Riding her husband’s cock had built up quite a feeling. At one point, Scott rose into a more upright, grabbed hold of her butt, and let her grind her pelvis against his with more leverage. It helped her get to that edge and beyond, culminating with another round of orgasmic ecstasy.
“Ooh! I’m coming again! I’m coming!” Jean moaned.
She grabbed onto her lover’s neck, digging her nails into his skin. As the feeling washed over her, she leaned back, closed her eyes, and let out a moan that matched the one Wanda let out during her first peak. While Scott was happy to bury his face between her breasts and listen to her moan, Wanda seemed to take that as a challenge.
“Looks like we’ve got some catching up to do,” Wanda said playfully.
“Indeed, we do,” said Vision. “Shall we adjust our celebration accordingly?”
“Yes, we shall!”
With a competitiveness that would’ve made her brother and father proud, Wanda stepped up the pace of their lovemaking. She and Vision mirrored the same position Jean had just used with Scott, returning to a more upright alignment so Wanda could really work her hips hard. That got her to the brink of orgasm much quicker than before. She might have even used her hex powers to change the odds.
“Ooh yes! I’m coming too!” she cried out.
Once again, the odds played out in her favor. She climaxed again and wasn’t quiet about it, either. Vision even mimicked Scott’s actions, affectionately smothering her breasts with his lips. That seemed to amplify Wanda’s enjoyment. It also raised the stakes.
“Oh, it’s on now!” Jean said, shooting Wanda a playful gaze.
“And they say I’m too competitive,” joked Scott.
“You want to judge me? Or do you want to keep making love to me?”
“Tough choice,” he said, “but you already know my preference.”
Rising to the occasion, they skipped the usual afterglow and proceeded to a new round of foreplay. In short order, Scott had Jean lying on her side, her leg hitched over his shoulders while he pumped his cock into her pussy at an angle. It allowed him to keep both the passion and pace of their lovemaking going, which culminated in another orgasm for him.
Despite their limited experience, Wanda and Vision still kept up. Wanda’s latest release led to subsequent foreplay that was less restrained. She freely pawed her lover’s chest while he eagerly fondled her breasts, quickly discovering that she enjoyed having her nipples pinched. He made good use of that knowledge and the rest of the data he’d compiled.
He eventually laid Wanda down on her back, got on top of her, and made love to her in the same missionary-style alignment that Scott had demonstrated earlier. It proved every bit as effective. The pleasure, the love, and the passion kept flowing freely between them.
Vision had his lover writhing and rocking to the pace of his movements. She arched her legs back further, showing impressive flexibility in hitching them over his shoulder. She was so playful, laughing and moaning while caressing her lover’s face. Vision was also very measured with every thrust, as if he’d calculated the optimal force, down to the millinewton. His calculations must have been accurate because he got Wanda to climax again in short order.
“Ooh Vision! Again! I’m coming again!” she exclaimed.
That encouraged Vision even more. As he caressed her face and cast her a smile that was anything but robotic, a powerful realization came over him. He enjoyed making love to his wife. He enjoyed seeing her revel in ecstasy. Jean, having a husband who shared in that sentiment, understood the value of that feeling better than most.
‘It’s a beautiful thing, Vision…expressing your love so intimately…seeing your lover savor its fruits,’ Jean told him telepathically. ‘It’s not just a human thing. It’s not purely biological, either. Love is a universal language with many dialects. And you and Wanda are becoming quite fluent!’
As Wanda shuddered under the weight of another orgasm, Vision cast Jean a gracious grin. Jean smiled back, but only briefly. Scott was already going down on her again after his latest peak. He kept the passion and the desire going, still motivated by the other couple in the room. Competitive or not, it kept the lovemaking going.
Through shared sentiment and passions, the two couples made love with little further guidance. Wanda and Vision freely explored their newfound fondness of sex, attempting various positions with varying degrees of success. Scott and Jean helped by showing off a few of their favorites, which made for some humorous moments and shared laughs. Wanda lost her balance somewhat while trying to do it doggy style. Vision also seemed uncertain of how to supplement his lover’s efforts during reverse cowgirl. It didn’t make the experience any less enjoyable.
The overall mood remained playful and passionate. Jean and Scott continued enjoying their share of orgasms. Wanda and Vision attempted to keep up with Wanda getting her share. It was hard to tell if Vision experienced orgasm in the same way. He didn’t vocalize it as much, but his facial expressions alone indicated that experienced his share of ecstasy. That might be something they could help them with later, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was still as motivated as his wife to express their love to the utmost.
Things finally slowed down after the two couples had vented the bulk of their passions. Scott and Jean, having gone at it longer, were the first to settle into a comfortable afterglow. After holding her up in his arms and bouncing her along his cock, Scott brought her to orgasm. Jean returned the favor with a little light cowgirl, which got him to another blissful release.
They eventually settled into a light embrace atop the examination table, holding one another lovingly while they watched Wanda and Vision get their fill of lovemaking. They too had slowed the pace, settling into a much less vigorous series of movements. The desire and the intimacy was still there. With Wanda’s legs hitched over her lover’s thighs, their naked bodies in an upright position as they rocked together for that final push, they carried one another to the climactic end of a blissful journey.
“Vision…I feel it again. I feel it…coming…again!” Wanda panted heavily.
“Wanda…my love,” Vision said, brushing aside her disheveled hair. “I feel it too.”
There was no ambiguity this time. When Wanda climaxed in his loving, Vision climaxed too. It showed in both his expression and the erratic blinking light in his forehead. Wanda noticed too, smiling lovingly and kissing that light over his forehead. It was a sweet gesture that capped off a beautiful expression of love. For two lovers who’d struggled with their love, it was incredibly satisfying.
That content feeling blossomed as their bodies parted, but they remained in a loving embrace. Wanda sat comfortably on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck while resting her head on his shoulder. She looked so happy and peaceful. Feeling her in his arms must have triggered an emotional overload in Vision because tears had formed in his eyes.
“I once said that even an android can cry,” Vision said, “now, I know they can also shed tears of joy.”
“As if I had any doubt,” Wanda said with a beaming smile as she wiped those tears away.
“I think you’ve done away with doubts, at this point,” Scott commended. “You may not convince your brother or your father, but you’ve convinced each other.”
“And if they ever try to tell you otherwise, just say it to each other…no more doubts,” Jean added.
“No more doubts,” Wanda repeated. “I like that!”
“As do I,” said Vision.
The two couples sat in the contentment of afterglow, holding their respective lovers and catching their breath. Once again, she and Scott had forged a new connection. Unlike others, this one found them. It also carried more weight, given their history with Wanda’s inescapable connections to Magneto. It said something about the power of their perspective. If they could share it with others who once opposed them and even embrace it together, then who knew what other connections would find them.
Since she and Scott were still investigating the unforeseen impacts of their actions, they needed as many of those connections as possible.
“You know, it’s funny,” said Wanda, breaking the content silence between the couples. “Before we came here, Agatha Hawkins told me not to expect much. She said the best we could hope for was some rare rune stones that might help me manage my hex powers.”
“And you’re still welcome to those stones,” said Scott. “If it helps you manage your powers, then that can only help everyone in the long run.”
“Thanks to our friends in Asgard, we’ve got plenty to spare,” said Jean with a curt grin, not forgetting why X-Corp had such good friends in the first place.
“And I really appreciate that,” Wanda continued. “Between everything my father has put you through and all the times I’ve neglected mutant issues, I feel like we’re getting far more than we’re giving.”
“You don’t need to worry about that now, Wanda,” said Jean. “Right now, we just need your support and your friendship.”
“And given the nature of our endeavors, it won’t be long before we’ll need your help with something,” added Scott. “We’ll even make sure it’s one you can do fully clothed.”
They all laughed together. It was a remarkable change in perspective. Wanda and Vision had become quite comfortable with nudity. Their newfound fondness of intimacy had quite an impact. Jean sensed that the fondness went beyond a new perspective on love, sex, and passion. It showed in how quickly their laughter subsided.
“I appreciate that,” Wanda said.
“As do I,” said Vision with a humored grin, “but in the meantime, it feels like we should offer more than just our gratitude.”
“It’s really not necessary,” said Scott assured them.
“But if you’re going to try, we won’t stop you,” Jean added.
“Is that so?” said Wanda with a suggestive grin.
The couple exchanged playful glances. Wanda then leaned forward and whispered something into Vision’s ear. Whatever she’d said must have strained his systems because the light on his head started flashing again. He didn’t say anything in return. He just nodded with knowing glance.
Without saying another word, she and Vision got up off the examination table and walked over towards theirs. Upon arriving, Wanda sat right next to Scott while Vision sat next to her. Jean could already sense something bold brewing between them. It might have still been a result of the afterglow, but that rarely dissuaded them. They’d learned through other connections that newfound perspectives have a way of inspiring newfound passions.
“We can’t offer much, but we can make an effort…albeit a bold one,” said Wanda as she offered Scott a seductive gesture.
“Well, we support bold efforts at X-Corp,” said Scott in response.
“We were simply going to request a shower before turning in for the night,” Vision added. “But, seeing as how you also exerted your share of effort, we’d like to offer you a chance to join us.”
“Join you?” Jean questioned half-seriously. “Do androids need to shower?”
“Do you want to ask questions, Jean? Or do you want to know what it’s like to be sensually washed by an advanced android with an equally-advanced penis?”
Jean pretended to think about it, not that it required much thought. She had already eyed Vision’s mechanical penis with curiosity. Vision was eying her naked body with similar sentiments. She also hadn’t forgotten how much Wanda enjoyed seeing Scott naked earlier. While Jean normally advised couples to take it slow when expanding their perceptions on intimacy, she sensed that Wanda and Vision had taken enough things slow. They were ready to make some bold leaps.
“Well, if you’re that serious about showing gratitude,” Jean said playfully.
“I assure you, Mrs. Grey-Summers. We’re quite serious, thanks largely to you and your husband,” said Vision, already welcoming her intimate touch.
“In that case, follow us!” said Scott. “You’ll find that, after heated lovemaking, you’ll want to be extra thorough in the shower. We’ll be happy to give you another lesson if you want.”
“I’m already looking forward to it,” said Wanda, latching onto his arm and pressing her naked body up against his.
More joyous laughter followed. Having effectively swapped spouses, the two couples made their way out of the room and towards the shower facilities. More intimate acts followed. More powerful connections took shape and not just physically.
Playful or not, having new allies was critical. Having former Avengers was sure to be more valuable in the long run. There were enough known threats to the X-Men and Avengers alike. Being able to help one another in profound ways could only improve their current path. However, it was the unknown threats that concerned her and Scott most.
There was little doubt that the same threats that had confounded them earlier were still growing. At some point, they were going to make themselves known. It was just a matter of where, when, and how daunting they might be when that time came.
Japan – Secret Hand Headquarters
“Who are you?! How dare you attack the heart of the Hand? We’ll take your lives! We fear no death!”
Madelyne Pryor tried not to laugh too hard at the angry war cries of Nyoirin Henecha, the acting leader of the Hand, as he attempted to fight off a full-scale invasion to his compound. It was supposedly the most secure structure in the Eastern Hemisphere. It might as well have been a poorly-guarded museum.
For centuries, the Hand had operated out of hidden facilities disguised as castles, buildings, or even entire villages. They were supposed to be the unseen shadow looming over every operation in the far east, ranging from criminal activity to legitimate business interests. Their power and influence was legendary. Despite its many enemies, they claimed to be unbeatable, having conquered death itself.
Walking through the compounding behind an invading army of Venom Husks, the Goblin Queen was not impressed. The ability to conquer death meant little to her. Death, as a concept, was a relative term and one she knew how to exploit. She’d already amassed plenty of manpower in Madripoor, thanks to cloning efforts of Dr. Miles Warren. What she needed now was influence and the Hand had plenty of to spare.
The only problem, so far, was surviving the boredom. Attacking the Hand’s secret rural compound on the coast of Japan shouldn’t have been this easy, but their army of ninjas was no match for her army of perverse husks.
“Dr. Warren did too good a job with this breed of Venom Husk,” the Goblin Queen commented as she casually entered the main foyer of the facility. “It’s like these undead ninjas aren’t even trying.”
She might as well have been on a casual stroll through the Japanese countryside. She’d landed in a private jet from Madripoor less than a half-hour ago. Her army of Venom Husks launched their attacks moments prior, appearing out of portals she’d created in Limbo. They’d caught the Hand by surprise. Nobody was supposed to know about the location of their compound, let alone succeed in attacking it. They had every reason to believe they were safe from the Goblin Queen.
Ironically, yet fittingly, they were dead wrong.
“Undead,” the Goblin Queen scoff, “now there’s a contradiction in terms.”
Walking through the foyer, she watched hordes of undead ninjas fall at the hands of her Venom Husks. They fought with commendable skill. Their mastery of ninjutsu showed in how they launched coordinated, deadly attacks. Their lack of concern for their own well-being showed how little they feared death. That might have worked on ordinary adversaries. Even those with extraordinary abilities might have struggled. For the Goblin Queen, it was hardly daunting.
She’d instructed Dr. Warren to program this batch of Venom Husks for combat, equipping them with the agility, strength, and fighting skill necessary to take down the Hand’s best ninjas. Even trained ninjas could only do so much against creatures with the capabilities of a symbiote imbued with Spider-Man’s powers. Even when they landed a hit, their symbiote flesh absorbed the blow and healed from it with little effort. The ninjas didn’t have a chance.
Everywhere she looked, undead ninjas fell while her perverse creations dominated every attempt to thwart them. The Goblin Queen had little concern, even as the bodies of undead ninjas fell in front of her, having been thrown to the ground and bound by blackish webbing from the Venom Husks. Some still fought, but were quickly silenced when a husk crushed their necks with their feet. The most it did to the Goblin Queen was give her something to step over on her way to her destination.
It was straight ahead through several heavy doorways. They were usually guarded by the best sentries the Hand could offer. They’d already been slain, leaving the path clear and unobstructed. The sounds of angry grunts and Japanese profanity echoed through the compound. To the Goblin Queen, it was a mild annoyance and one that she’d deal with soon.
“This way,” Madelyne said as she passed through the doors that had been forced open.
As she ventured deeper into the compound, two figures followed close behind her. One was Elizabeth Braddock, a skilled telepath and accomplished member of STRIKE, the UK’s equivalent of SHIELD. She’d gotten her under control, thanks to Daken’s pheromones and Dr. Warren’s expertise. She fought its effects, but not enough to keep her from helping.
The other was Kwannon, who’d proved even more resilient. Like Betsy, though, she’d succumbed to the Goblin Queen’s control. Through both pheromones and Betsy’s telepathy, her once unflinching loyalty to the Hand became an afterthought. She didn’t just give up the location of their main headquarters. She presented the key to usurping the Hand’s influence.
“Ready to take your place as the Hand’s new head?” the Goblin Queen asked casually.
“Hnn,” was all Kwannon could say in her dazed state.
“I’m joking,” she laughed. “Of course your ready! You want what I want. And Ms. Braddock here wants to help too.”
“I want…to stop this,” said Betsy, stammering through every word.
“That’s just the jetlag talking,” the Goblin Queen said. “Don’t worry. It’ll be over soon…not that you’ll recall, care, or live to do much worrying.”
The two women let out muffled groans. Their minds were still clouded due to the pheromones. Unlike Daken or Mystique, she didn’t go through the trouble of completely breaking them. The Goblin Queen didn’t need their permanent allegiance. She just needed their obedience long enough to get what she wanted from the Hand.
“I know you’re still fighting me. Don’t bother. Those pheromones won’t wear off anytime soon,” she told them. “If all goes well, you won’t want them to.”
Betsy and Kwannon fell silent as they followed her. As they neared the central gathering hall, as the other heads called it, more ninjas emerged from the shadows and attacked. The Goblin Queen barely flinched. She just casually waved her hand to direct more Venom Husks to counter. Those that tried to attack from afar with bows and arrows were subdued by a team of Madelyne’s goblins, which she had appear through smaller portals in the shadows.
More undead ninjas fell.
More doors opened, revealing the once impenetrable sanctum of the Hand.
Some of the Hand’s most elite ninjas attacked, but were met with more Venom Husks. The Goblin Queen had no qualms about slaying every one of them. She didn’t need to preserve this ancient order. She considered the bulk of their resources a luxury, but some of those resources were incredibly valuable. One in particular caught her interest. Obtaining it wasn’t difficult, but it was inconvenient.
“You dare desecrate the sacred grounds of the Hand!” shouted Nyoirin Henecha as the Goblin Queen arrived at the gathering hall.
“Sacred? You call this place sacred?” the Goblin Queen scoffed. “You act like subverting the limits of life and death is somehow meaningful. Believe me. It’s not! I would know.”
“Disrespectful bitch! Whoever you are, death is too generous for you!” the head of the Hand shouted as he fought off two Venom Husks with a sword.
“If only it were that easy,” the redheaded woman sighed.
The Goblin Queen casually approached the head of the table that was once occupied by the heads of the Hand. There were already multiple bodies strewn about, having been bloodied and maimed by Madelyne’s forces. Some had their necks snapped. Some had been torn apart by her forces. Most didn’t even get a chance to draw their katanas. Nyoirin had been among the few. All that did was delay the inevitable.
As they neared his position, he managed to impale one of the Venom Husks with his sword and fight off the other with an acrobatic kick. Other undead ninjas attempted to come to his aid. They were all subdued or preoccupied by more Venom Husks, leaving him without his vast ninja army to protect him. Despite being battered and bruised from the onslaught, he stood in defiance.
“I shall slay you all with my bare hands!” Nyoirin proclaimed.
“I’d love to see you try and fail. Unfortunately, I’m feeling impatient,” said the Goblin Queen.
Now standing just several dozen feet away, she stopped. Kwannon and Betsy stopped with her and got out in front of her. Nyoirin immediately recognized Kwannon, who tensed in his presence. The Goblin Queen knew they had a history. Kwannon was one of the Hand’s top assassins because of Nyoirin. Now, she was his ultimate downfall.
“Kwannon,” he said with frothing hatred, “you dare betray the Hand?”
“Oh don’t be so hard on her,” said the Goblin Queen. “Technically, that’s only half-true.”
“Stop speaking in riddles, woman! I don’t care if you’ve corrupted my finest warrior! She will die by my blade as well!”
Nyoirin charged towards her with focused anger and fearless determination. It reflected in his training in the ways of ninjutsu. It was easy to see why he’d become a respected head of the Hand.
Despite that warrior’s spirit, he barely made it halfway. He wasn’t even close to striking Kwannon before Betsy placed a hand on her temple and attacked him with a telepathic probe. He ended up freezing mid-stride, dropping his katana and losing whatever skill he might have had.
“Aggh!” he gasped. “Damn psychic attacks…shouldn’t be possible!”
“You’re right. It shouldn’t,” said the Goblin Queen as she offered Betsy an approving gesture. “But that’s only for those who play by the rules. My very existence breaks so many rules. Did you honestly think I’d respect those that protect the minds of the Hand?”
Nyoirin continued scolding her, even as she walked up and teased him with her gloved hand. His face tensed in a mix of anguish and outrage. She could tell how much she wanted to slay her. She could also sense just how appalled he was that anyone could attack the Hand so brazenly, let alone win. It went against everything they thought to be true, orderly, and honorable. Madelyne pitied them for such small thinking, but also envied their ability to believe such foolishness.
“Others…will stop you. The heads…of the Hand…will fight on!” Nyoirin said, struggling with every word.
“Which heads are you referring to?” asked the Goblin Queen. “It wouldn’t happen to be these, would it?”
She casually snapped her fingers, which formed another portal to Limbo just over the center of the table. In a perfectly timed effort that sent an indelible message, several dozen heads and bloodied bodies fell through, forming a gruesome pile of death. Even for a head of the Hand, it was a disturbing sight.
In addition to the maimed remains, the source of that slaughter appeared as well. Carnage leapt down from the portal, still holding the body of Nyoirin’s second-in-command. Still seething with bloodlust, Carnage ripped the head off the body as if it were a bottlecap and threw it to the head of the table.
“That’s the last one!” Carnage said proudly. “Just when I thought I’d had my fill of gratuitous violence, you find a way to surprise me. You truly are a queen!”
“Thank you, Carnage. Once again, you overachieve in your murderous efforts,” the Goblin Queen said. “But for those who don’t fear death, I suppose it’s necessary.”
“What can I say? I take pride in my work,” said the murderous creature.
Nyoirin’s demeanor quickly shifted from outrage to disgust. He remained still as a statue, even as a maimed head rolled right up to him on the table. His face had been frozen with agony, hinting that his last moments had been one of torment. It was a brutally dishonorable way for a head of the Hand to fall. Even for those who didn’t fear death, it was daunting.
His lips quivered and his expression shifted with more anguish. The Goblin Queen just kept smiling, offering the frozen man one last gesture before stepping back to make room for Kwannon. She’d already formed a psionic blade in both hands. As she stared down her former master, there was only a faint trace of loyalty. That was about to end.
“I won’t drag this out,” said the Goblin Queen. “While I have little use for the Hand’s manpower, it does have some valuable resources that I require. Once you fall, the sole authority of the Hand reverts to Kwannon. She’ll help me get what I need. After that…well, I guess that depends on how generous I’m feeling.”
“In other words, you’re all fucked!” laughed Carnage.
“Hngh!” was all Nyoirin could get out.
Now bowing his head in shame and disgust, the former leader of the Hand fell silent. Like so many others, the Goblin Queen had broken his will. It was pathetic, especially for such a feared and illustrious organization. Like so many other things in this flawed world, its downfall was overdue.
“Kwannon, do what needs to be done,” said the Goblin Queen casually.
Without hesitation, the purple-haired woman carried out the final attack. In a swift, lethal motion, she sliced Nyoirin’s head off. Blood gushed out from his neck. The body fell limply to the ground, no longer in control of the mind that Betsy froze. It left another bloody mess in the heart of the Hand’s once-sacred headquarters.
“Aww! I wanted to do that,” Carnage complained. “Ripping heads off is supposed to be my thing.”
“I’ll make it up to you later, Carnage,” the Goblin Queen assured. “For now, let’s show some respect for the new head of the Hand.”
In a gesture that seemed out of place in a scene of such slaughter, the Goblin Queen formally bowed towards Kwannon. Betsy followed suit, mirroring Madelyne’s movements. She still appeared dazed and detached from the situation. Kwannon had a similar demeanor. However, she was coherent enough to understand the implications of what she’d done.
With a stoic face and a stern poise, Kwannon shoved the bloodied body of Nyoirin aside and made her way to the head of the table. When she sat down, it became official. It was no throne, but it carried great significance. In the lore of the Hand, those who sat at this table carried through them the will of the entire organization. That was how they’d functioned for centuries. It might have made them powerful, but it also made them vulnerable.
“By the order of the Hand, I say stand down!” Kwannon shouted.
Immediately, throughout the entire compound, the army of undead ninjas that had been fighting the Goblin Queen’s forces stopped. In short order, the Goblin Queen’s armies of goblin creatures and Venom Husks stopped as well. Like the loyal warriors they were, they respected the voice of the head of the Hand. Even those who’d been wounded stopped fighting. It brought an eerie silence to the compound.
“Ah. Silence after slaughter is the best kind of silence,” Carnage commented.
“There’s a time for bloodshed and there’s a time for cooperation,” said the Goblin Queen. “We’ve had enough of one. We now must move forward with the other.”
“Speak for yourself,” Carnage scoffed.
The Goblin Queen gestured towards Besty Braddock, who continued resisting further control. She had the kind of willpower and defiance that Madelyne respected. She could’ve broken her, as she’d done with others, but she didn’t have the time. There was too much at stake and she preferred to move quickly.
“Ms. Braddock, you’re to remain here with Kwannon,” the Goblin Queen said. “Assist her in consolidating the Hand’s forces and reconnecting with their various operations, illicit or otherwise. You’re to direct them towards securing an important artifact that I require for my next bold endeavor.”
“It will…be done,” she replied, having to force every word.
“I know it’s unpleasant. Take comfort in knowing that Kwannon feels the same way. While I’d love to convince you both to share my desires, I must work quicker than usual. Forces beyond my control are somehow hindering my efforts. Luckily for me, I’m prepared to adapt. Unfortunately for you two, that means none of you will remember this conversation or my name, for that matter.”
The two women were confused at first. The Goblin Queen didn’t give them a chance to overthink it. While Kwannon and Betsy stood next to one another, the Goblin Queen reached out and placed her hand on their heads. She then cast a spell, courtesy of Belasco’s magic and Sinister’s mutant science.
Both women groaned in discomfort, which was to be expected whenever minds were forcibly tweaked. It was hardly the most uncomfortable they would do in aiding her efforts.
“Ungh!” the two women stammered.
“Don’t worry. I’m nothing more than a forgotten dream,” Madelyne told them. “If it’s any consolation, please know that this isn’t entirely your fault. It would’ve been far less uncomfortable if others simply gave into my desires. Once again, they insist on being difficult. That’s their fault. Some simply must learn the hard way that opposing me comes at a price. And thanks to your contributions, I intend to make it a very high price!”
Madripoor – Hellfire Club Headquarters
“I hate this. I really…really hate this,” grunted Mystique, her words a chaotic mix of anguish and ecstasy.
“So do I, Raven. Believe me, I hate it too,” grunted an equally conflicted Daken.
That common mantra had been echoing within the confined guest room for over an hour. It was the only honest sentiment Daken and Mystique could articulate as they indulged in callous, dispassionate sex. Their spirits might have been broken, but their bodies remained as durable as ever. If they couldn’t escape the perverse clutches of the Goblin Queen, then the best they could do was cope.
It was not a healthy coping mechanism. It wasn’t even that effective. It was just one of the few options available to them. There was little actual desire in the act. While the Goblin Queen carried out her mission in Japan, she’d tasked Mystique and Daken with preparing the uplinks to the Hand’s global resources. When they finished that, Daken just turned to her and asked if she wanted to fuck. The shape-shifter barely gave it any thought. She just said yes.
“It’s not like we can do much else in this living hell,” Mystique told him.
That was the last thing either of them said before making their way to one of the many guest rooms, shedding their clothes, and getting in the bed for what little relief they could offer. There was no kissing or affectionate foreplay. They just skipped right to the lurid sex acts.
It started with basic oral sex. She and Daken laid down on their sides, aligned their bodies in a 69 position, and went to work getting each other aroused. He ate her pussy out as well as anyone who’d fucked half the hookers in Japan, male and female. She sucked his dick with similar formality. Once he got hard enough and she got wet enough, they went right for intercourse.
They didn’t even try to make it intimate. Mystique remained on her side while Daken spooned her from behind, aligning his dick with her pussy in the process. When he thrust into her, there was little spectacle or anticipation. It was just sex. He callously pumped his cock inside her tight folds, extracting whatever sensations he could.
Basic pleasure followed. Daken wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t rough either. He’d probably fucked cheap hookers in Bangkok with more passion. Mystique did little to change that. She just laid on her side, clutching the bed sheets with one hand and fondling her clit with the other. Basic anatomy did the rest, inching towards some semblance of contentment. That was the most they could hope for, which was disheartening in and of itself.
“I’m close,” Daken grunted. “I’m going to…come…inside you.”
“Whatever,” Mystique said.
He sped up the rhythm briefly, clenching her thigh and grasping her shoulder through the final series of thrusts. When he crossed that orgasmic threshold, he tightened his grip and let out a deep moan as he got his release. There was nothing spectacular about it. He just held on as he climaxed, shoot a stream of cum up into her depths.
The feeling of some degenerate punk’s jizz in her pussy barely registered. Not long ago, Mystique would’ve recoiled at the thought of letting any man fuck her raw and with such little regard. That might as well have been several lifetimes ago. She was subject to the Goblin Queen’s will and desires, no matter how perverse they might have been. That still disgusted her, but there was little she could do about it.
‘This is what I’ve been reduced to. I’m barely a shell of a person. I can be anyone I want, but I still feel like no one. It doesn’t matter what I think, say, feel, or do. My desires don’t change. Thanks to the goddamn Goblin Queen, I can only crave what she craves. If it’s not Hell, it’s damn close.’
While Daken drew in whatever pleasure he could extract from their lurid act, Mystique kept rubbing her clit. Callous or not, the simple fucking helped get her close enough to the brink. However, she had to carry herself the rest of the way. It was barely a step beyond masturbating alone in the shower. It was still an orgasm.
“Mngh!” was all she got out.
It was every bit as mundane as Daken’s peak. Mystique felt that familiar rush wash over her naked body. Her inner muscles throbbed, her toes curled, and she clenched the bedsheet firmly. For a brief moment, the shape-shifter experienced a basic dose of pleasure. In that moment, she forgot she was at the mercy of some sadistic woman.
It didn’t last long. She already hated herself even more for resorting to such crude coping mechanisms. It still did enough to make her current situation more tolerable. That would have to do for now.
“I know it’s not enough,” Daken said to her. “It’ll never be enough…not as long as the Goblin Queen wills it.”
“I know,” Mystique said.
“But so long as we’re trapped, we must still make the effort. We must retain whatever will of our own we can muster.”
“Like there’s any left to begin with,” she muttered.
They both fell silent. Daken pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. Mystique barely moved. She remained on her side, facing away at the blank wall next to the window overlooking the Madripoor skyline. Daken might have been a deviant bastard, but at least he kept what remained of his resolve. Mystique envied that.
It was a never-ending nightmare, serving the whims and desires of the Goblin Queen. She had such ambitious plans. She, Rogue, and the Brotherhood of Mutants were going to achieve great things. Her long-time lover and powerful precog mutant, Irene Adler, told her as such. She often warned her that the future was fluid, but always sought to guide her down the right path.
Nothing about her current path felt right.
Nothing about Madelyne Pryor felt right.
Her very presence felt like a perversion of fate, destiny, and everything in between. Everything she did seemed to cause more chaos. Helping her was infuriating enough. What made it outright torturous was how Madelyne had twisted her desires, making her want what she wanted. Mystique hated every second her feelings aligned with that devious woman, but there was nothing she could do. She’d come to accept there was nothing anyone could do.
“Do you believe in destiny, Daken?” Mystique asked, still looking away.
“Your choice of pillow talk is awful,” Daken said flatly. “And no, I don’t believe in destiny…not anymore, that is.”
“I ask because I once did,” she said. “I even believed destiny was on my side. I saw a vision of the future…of my future. It was worth fighting for. It was even worth killing for. I fought so hard to make it real. I crossed so many lines to get to where I wanted to be. But now…”
Her words trailed off. She couldn’t continue. She refused to sound that pathetic, especially in front of a degenerate like Daken. It might have been too late. She could already feel his critical gaze on her.
“I know. Even if I still believed in destiny, I’d know for damn sure that this ain’t it,” he said strongly. “What this woman has us doing…what she’s trying to do…it feels like an affront to the whole damn universe.”
“I think she knows that. Hell, I think she gets off on it,” Mystique scoffed.
“Which is why we can’t concern ourselves with such empty ideas,” Daken said. “Destiny or not, we’re part of the Goblin Queen’s perverse goals. We cannot escape it…not right now, we can’t. It might not even be possible.”
“I’m not assuming it is,” said Mystique.
“Even if it isn’t, I say fuck destiny and whatever the this is,” he said strongly. “We’re already in a living hell. We might as well torment ourselves on our own terms.”
Their outlook was bleak. There was little room for hope or peace. Mystique, in her old age, might be more inclined to give up entirely. If there was any comfort to be had, she had to seize it on her own accord.
With those solemn thoughts coursing through her mind, she rolled over and got on top of Daken. He barely reacted. The feeling of a naked woman on top of him did little to jar him from his callous state. In his eyes, Mystique saw the same broken spirit, as well as the need to temper the distress.
“I’m going to suck your dick again,” she told him. “Once you get hard, I want you to put it in my ass.”
“Sounds good to me,” Daken said with hardly a shrug.
“Don’t be gentle. Don’t be considerate, either. Just fuck me like the empty shell of a woman I am,” she said intently.
Mystique didn’t wait for Daken to reply. He didn’t seem inclined to say much. He just remained on his back while she pursued more meaningless pleasure. If that was their only means of coping, then that was what they’d use.
Their lurid acts played out more dispassionately than before. With no teasing or foreplay, Mystique went down on Daken, sucking his dick and stroking him off. There was no technique or fervor do it. She stuck to the basics, applying just enough effort to get him fully erect again.
“Empty shells indeed,” said Daken as he clutched her head while she sucked him off. “It’s a good thing we have healing factors. Let’s use them!”
After those crude words, the acts that followed became an extended blur of decadence. Daken abandoned whatever restraint he’d maintained earlier. He picked her up from the bed, turned her over so that she laid flat on her stomach, and got on top of her. As she lay under him, he aligned his newly-erect cock with her ass. When he thrust it into her, he wasn’t careful or considerate. He just shoved it in before hammering away, driven only by the need for more empty pleasure.
“So tight,” Daken grunted. “Your body…and mine…this is all we are now.”
Those fateful words set the tone for the debauchery that ensued. Mystique offered no resistance, a rare act for her and not just with respect to sex. She just laid on the bed, clenching the sheets and taking in the onslaught of sensations that followed.
At first, it stung. Rough, uncaring sex often felt that way. It eventually morphed into a chaotic flood of sensations. Their naked bodies just moved and rocked, following little more than the basic whims of their flesh. Daken was somewhat rough at times, squeezing her waist and swatting her ass several times. His frustrations showed in how he fucked her. Mystique was content to let him vent them, provided she got her chance later on.
That chance came shortly after Daken climaxed again. After that, Mystique exploited his healing factor and hers, using her breasts to tit-fuck him until he got erect again. She then got on top of him, rode him with the same frustrating lust as he’d done with her, and achieved another orgasm in the process.
It didn’t make her feel less empty, but it was still pleasure. Being trapped in this hell, it was the most she could get. That infuriated her to no end. That sentiment revealed itself in the other sex acts that followed. At some point, it turned into a twisted form of hate sex rather than a desperate attempt at coping. It once again proved just how far she’d fallen.
As far as she was concerned, the Raven Darkholme that once led the Brotherhood was dead. All that remained was the perverse, empty shell that the Goblin Queen controlled.
‘Destiny has abandoned me. And I’ve given up trying to reclaim it. Damn you, Goblin Queen. Damn you and your sadistic ways. Someone is going to stop you. I’m sure of it. It’s just not going to be me.’
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