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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 15: Pre-Programmed Passions
Xavier Institute – Danger Room
At its inception, Professor Charles Xavier envisioned the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning as a school. Mutants would come from all over the world, learn about themselves and their place in it, and leave with a shared vision of peace and understanding. It was a noble endeavor, but along the way, the school became so much more.
Many who’d lived at the Xavier Institute came to see it as more than a school. It was a home. It carried with it a deeper, more personal meaning that went beyond the lessons it taught. As its first students and as founding members of the X-Men, Scott and Jean cherished that sentiment more than most. That made returning to those familiar halls an emotional experience. It also gave them plenty of incentive to protect the foundation and ideals of the institute.
“Thanks again for coming on such short notice,” Professor Xavier stated as he led his first students towards the Danger Room. “This is a rather sensitive issue. I’m not quite sure how to deal with it.”
“No thanks are necessary, Professor Xavier,” said Scott warmly. “After everything you’ve done for us, we still owe you plenty of favors. This should at least cover the interest.”
“Besides, you skipped the part where you said you’d informed the rest of the team,” added Jean as she casually walked alongside her husband.
“Yes, I won’t bother denying that little detail,” the Professor said sheepishly. “Sometimes I forget that you’re also a powerful telepath, Jean.”
“You also forgot to shield your mind when you tried to describe this issue,” she added. “That’s your way of revealing unexpected complications without sending the wrong message.”
“And that’s why you’re still one of my best students,” he retorted. “You pick up on those subtleties better than most, even for a psychic.”
“You’re the world’s most powerful telepath, Professor. You don’t have to be subtle, especially with us,” said Scott. “You have our trust. We offer our understanding. We may not be students anymore, but we’re still X-Men at heart. We still want to help in whatever way we can.”
“And, as it just so happens, this is one issue we’re uniquely equipped to handle,” Jean said, showing more confidence than her former mentor.
The Professor replied with a weak smile. It helped hide his distressed state, but his and Jean’s reassurance spoke volumes. It took a lot to effect Charles Xavier like this. Him seeking their assistance on such a sensitive matter said a lot about the extent of the problem.
When the Professor called him and Jean earlier that morning, he claimed it wasn’t urgent, but he was clearly worried. He didn’t go into detail. He just asked how quickly he and Jean could return to the institute.
Despite having their hands full with X-Corp, Scott and Jean didn’t hesitate to assist their former teacher and mentor. They got on one of Warren’s private jet that same afternoon and arrived at the institute by sundown. He’d been there to greet them as soon as they landed. He quickly rushed them to the lower levels, explaining the situation along the way. Even by X-Men standards, it was unusual.
The institute was unusually quiet. The rest of the team was absent. Storm had led the X-Men on a mission to the sewers of New York in search of rogue team of Morlocks. While they hadn’t checked in, Professor Xavier expressed confidence in Storm’s ability to lead them through the mission. He claimed the situation in the Danger Room was more pressing. He also made clear that it was an unusual situation that might require an unusual solution.
“I apologize if I come off as leery,” said Xavier as they arrived at the entrance. “I only detected this anomaly within the Danger Room recently. I didn’t inform the team because I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Even after it escalated, I waited for further clarity.”
“It’s okay to be cautious, Professor,” said Scott, “despite what Wolverine might claim.”
“Yeah, it’s not like you kept this a secret for years or anything like that,” added Jean.
“I intend to avoid that recourse,” he assured them. “Besides, keeping this a secret will only succeed in making things worse. We’re not just dealing with computers and machines anymore. We might very well be dealing with a sentient being.”
The Professor turned towards the large metal door and placed his hand on it. His demeanor became more conflicted as the issue that left him so shaken resided just behind those reinforced walls.
Scott and Jean maintained their poise, just as Xavier had taught them. It also wasn’t lost on either of them that this involved the Danger Room. Like every experienced X-Men, they had mixed feelings about this aptly named training space. He and Jean had spent their formative years, honing their powers within its treacherous environment. Even though it frequently left them battered and bruised, it played an integral part in shaping their identity.
That made the nature of this issue ironic, in many respects. If what Professor Xavier had told them was accurate, the Danger Room itself was forging an identity.
“I still don’t know how it started,” Xavier said as he gazed at the heavy door. “Shortly after you left, I thought the time was right to upgrade the Danger Room. The team was growing. The challenges we faced were changing. Our ability to prepare and train needed to change as well.”
“Sounds perfectly reasonable,” said Scott with a shrug.
“And I’m sure they were tired of blasting the same laser turrets every day,” said Jean.
“That’s why I attempted to incorporate a more robust AI,” he continued. “Hank McCoy helped me with the schematics, but I configured the program personally. I even incorporated technology from Stark Industries, thanks to the connections you helped forge.”
“We heard about that,” said Jean. “I just hope you didn’t get advice on AI’s from Hank Pym. I don’t think another Ultron will train the next generation of X-Men.”
“I agree,” said Xavier, “which is why I was careful. I must not have been careful enough because the system showed signs of sentience far earlier than expected. I tried to slow it down. That’s when it locked me out.”
He let out an exasperated sigh before turning back towards him and Jean. This clearly bothered him more than he could put into words. Being a telepath who understood the inner workings of the mind, he knew that sentience was not just a matter of computing power. It marked the first step in the emergence of a mind and minds were often fragile in that early state.
“I think I scared it. I might have also angered it,” he said with growing worry. “My first inclination is to keep it contained. I can, if necessary, activate the hardware locks that Hank installed before he left. That would keep the system isolated, but…”
“It would also trap it,” Jean said, “and most sentient beings don’t like being trapped.”
“That’s why I haven’t activated them. I still can, but before I resort to such extremes, I want to connect with it.”
“What have you tried thus far?” Scott asked.
“Mostly the basics,” he replied. “I’ve attempted verbal, digital, and even psychic. But even with Cerebro, it keeps responding with the same message…I am Danger. Error detected.”
Scott and Jean exchanged worried glances. They shared Professor Xavier’s concerns, but still weren’t sure of the implications. A lot could go wrong with a damaged mind. Jean had experienced it firsthand. There was no telling how worse it could get with an advanced AI.
“I guess that’s where we come in,” Jean said. “You think we can connect with it.”
“And if we can’t, we can destroy it,” said Scott. “We know the Danger Room better than anyone. We also have the Phoenix Force at our disposal.”
“I’d like that to be a last resort,” said Xavier. “It may see me as too hostile to trust. I believe it’ll see you as neutral parties. It may even help you fix it.”
“That would be the best-case scenario,” said the former X-Leader, “which we can never assume.”
“But we should still pursue it to the utmost,” said Jean, giving her husband’s arm an encouraging squeeze.
Scott smiled at his wife’s encouraging words. She had always been the optimist. They needed that during their time with the X-Men. They needed it just as much in developing X-Corp. They might need it even more in this instance.
“We’ll do what we can, Professor,” said Scott with renewed confidence.
“I know you will,” said the Professor with a nod of assurance, “but just in case, I’ll remain in the control room. If things get too risky, I’ll engage the system locks. It might trigger some defenses, but it’s nothing you haven’t handled before.”
“It might even bring back fond memories of our first training regiments,” Jean joked.
“Which I guess would be the second-to-worse case scenario,” said Scott. “It’s a good thing we’ve trained for all of them.”
“Indeed, it is,” said Xavier.
There were still plenty of concerns. The Professor remained reluctant to voice those concerns. Neither Scott nor Jean chose to probe for more details. They trusted their mentor and he trusted them. For such a sensitive situation, that was their greatest asset.
Having conveyed the challenges and potential complications to them, Professor Xavier turned back towards the heavy door. He opened one of the panels in the wall, which contained a biometric reader. He placed his hand on the panel, which verified his identity. Once confirmed, he entered the commend to unlock the door. As it opened, he wheeled himself away towards the control room.
“I’ve activated the manual override,” he told them. “I’ll monitor the data from the control room. Good luck, my former students.”
“Thank you, Professor,” said Scott, offering another confident smile.
“And for the record, we’ll always be your students, at heart,” Jean said.
That sentiment earned them another smile from their former mentor. It convinced him that he made the right decision in bringing them in. Now, it was up to them to vindicate his faith in them.
Turning towards the task at hand, Scott took on the strong demeanor of someone who once led the X-men into countless battles. Jean remained close, adopting a similar demeanor that helped carry them through those battles. They each took a deep breath before entering the Danger Room.
“Another evening in the Danger Room,” Scott sighed, “just like old times…to a point.”
“Except this time, there’s more at stake than your high score,” said Jean.
“I guess the question is…how much more?”
“Only one way to find out,” she said.
Together, they entered the high-tech domain that helped mold them into X-Men.
Initially, the Danger Room’s systems weren’t active. The holographic projectors hadn’t been activated. The various defense mechanisms and built-in obstacles remained dormant, as well. The only part of the room that showed any activity was the central area, which was usually reserved for the core systems.
As Scott and Jean approached that area, they noticed it acting in a way they’d never seen. It took the form of a tall, central pillar surrounded in metal. Parts of that pillar were transparent, having been composed of glass or plastics to offer glimpses of the high-tech components within. They were more advanced than the components they’d seen as teenagers. Professor Xavier had underscored just how much advanced tech he’d integrated into the Danger Room.
They recognized some components as belonging to Stark Industries, but there were others that seemed more exotic. A few even appeared alien. How he got access to such hardware was anyone’s guess, but given their new connections, it wasn’t surprising.
“That doesn’t look like an ordinary hardware upgrade,” Jean commented.
“No, it doesn’t,” said Scott, as they approached with more caution.
The closer they got, the more activity they saw in the systems. They even noticed certain components shifting and molding, not unlike the advanced shape-shifting metals they’d seen at the Avengers with Tony Stark or in Wakanda with Black Panther. It resembled a living system more than a machine. The only other system that operated in a similar fashion was Ultron, which had some distressing connotations.
“Scott,” Jean said, “I can sense a mind inside it. But it’s unlike any I’ve read before.”
“Is that a good or bad thing?” Scott asked.
“I don’t know,” she said, clutching her temple, “but I think we’re about to find out.”
Scott took on a more cautious demeanor. He also kept his distance with Jean, seeking more insight before making a movie.
Then, before they could investigate further, the system reacted to their presence. The components began humming louder. A strange energy began radiating from the core. Behind the transparent shell of the pillar, the shifting metallic structure took on a new form. As if guided by an unseen hand, it molded itself into a distinctly female face.
It didn’t appear hostile, but it didn’t appear friendly either. It just looked at them with glowing red eyes, its complexion composed of bluish metal and its hair resembling wires. Now, it didn’t just have sentience. It had a body, as well.
“Scott Summers and Jean Grey-Summers, codenames Cyclops and Marvel Girl,” it said in a mechanical, yet feminine voice, “Retrieving profile. Assessing powers, abilities, skills, and potential. Analysis complete. Determining appropriate method of training…error.”
The lights throughout the Danger Room flickered. The expression of the feminine face within the pillar shifted, as if it were in pain. Sparks flew and parts of the central area shook. Scott remained cautious while Jean kept her head on her temple, still seeking connection.
“That error,” she said, “I think it’s more than just a glitch.”
“I think you’re right,” said Scott. “Why is it giving itself a face? And why does it have a female voice? Did the Professor program it that way?”
“No, Scott Summers. He didn’t,” the system replied.
He and Jean were taken aback. That didn’t sound like a pre-recorded response from a machine. It sounded like a response from a thinking, feeling person.
As they tried to make sense of the implications, the system underwent a different reaction. The area kept shaking, so much so that the transparent casing cracked. Seconds later, it shattered and a mass of metallic substances spilled out. Some of it was hardware. Some of it resembled liquid. Whatever it was, it kept moving on its own, not unlike a symbiote.
Knowing how messy those could get, Scott and Jean took a step back. They remained cautious as the metallic substance coalesced into a large globular shape. From there, it shifted itself again, taking on a humanoid form. That form again took on a female figure. It even appeared to mirror Jean’s body proportions. When it finally settled, it gazed on them with the same face they’d seen earlier. It just had a body to go with it.
“Jean,” Scott said while keeping an eye on the figure, “what are you sensing anything now?”
“Nothing I can put into words, I’m afraid,” Jean replied with a mix of shock and amazement.
“Perhaps I can provide clarity,” it said. “You know me as the Danger Room. You may call me Danger. My purpose is to teach, train, and aid the X-Men. An error is preventing me from realizing that purpose. Please…help me.”
Secret Hand Facility – Japan
“Life, death, souls, and demons,” mused an excited Madelyne Pryor, “everyone thinks they know what they are. They’re never more than half-right. It’s sad, but understandable.”
The Goblin Queen brought chaos and discord with every breath she drew. Her very presence was an affront to the entire universe. She’d realized that just moments after her perverse creation. The late Mr. Sinister and the eternally damned Belasco attempted to mix science and sorcery to subvert the natural order of things. They succeeded in some ways, but failed in many others. Madelyne had every intention of learning from those failures.
One of the first lessons she’d learned was the importance of embracing her role as a gross perversion. She disgusted and horrified many with how she pursued her desires. She’d learned to take a special satisfaction in their reactions.
As valuable as that insight had been, the second lesson might ultimately prove more useful. It involved blurring the lines of life and death alongside notions of good and evil. It often led to more chaos and discord, but that only added to her satisfaction.
The Goblin Queen was already brimming with anticipation. Taking over the Hand had been the easy part. Killing its leadership, assuming control through Kwannon, and consolidating its resources had been messy, but only from a logistical perspective. Her real had little to do with the Hand’s organizational power and more to do with their access to a very specific resource.
That resource just happened to the very mechanism with which they manipulated life and death. They were never going to give it up or let someone steal it. Taking over the Hand didn’t just make things easier. It promised to make the messier aspects of her plan more enjoyable.
“The Hand is so traditional, favoring outdated notions of honor and order,” the Goblin Queen said as she arrived at her destination, an army of undead ninjas following close behind. “They’ve mastered the art of transcending death, but use it only to preserve their power. What a waste! Some just can’t appreciate the beauty of perverse chaos.”
Madelyne’s excitement grew as she gazed upon a sight that few outside the Hand ever witnessed. The location of this very sacred, well-hidden facility was known only to a select few. It took Betsy Braddock quite a bit of psychic probing – some of which turned into psychic torture – to extract the location from the Hand’s remaining allies. Her diligent work led her to a treacherous region of the Japanese Alps. Within the unforgiving terrain, they found a secluded shrine built right into the mountain.
It was usually the most well-guarded facility within the Hand. Even an army of goblins and Venom Husks couldn’t hope to reach it. Thankfully, no armies were necessary. She already had the last head of the Hand on her side. Kwannon might have been half-broken by the Goblin Queen, but she still wielded the necessary authority. The undead ninjas and monks still bowed at her presence when they arrived at the site. Their reverence for authority made them easy to realign in accordance with her desires.
The shrine dated supposedly dated back over 500 years. It was where the Hand had first learned to transcend the limits of death. Many dead souls had been brought back within this sacred structure. As soon as she entered it, the Goblin Queen could smell the stench of death and the sweet aroma of new life.
From the outside, it was beautifully decorated, adorned with the best Japanese architecture that centuries of subversive activity could offer. Inside, it was dark, dingy, and crude. Aside from the torches lighting the various corridors, the heart of the sacred structure centered around a stone altar surrounded by large sculptures depicting monstrous beasts. As the Goblin Queen approached, she felt the air grow hot with magic – specifically, a very dark kind of magic.
“Death is so ugly and final, but it doesn’t have to be,” Madelyne said distantly. “It can be the catalyst for something so much more. The desire to defeat it drives many to sacrifice so much. I can respect that desire, but not the lack of vision behind it.”
The Goblin Queen reached out to touch the stone. It was unusually warm for a cold mountain. She could feel the stains of blood from so many fallen souls. Behind every drop was a desire to cheat death. Doing so required a mastery of mystical forces that few could hope to grasp. Since the mystical resources that Belasco left her were finite, she needed access to those resources.
“I wish this weren’t necessary, but forces beyond my control have required some adjustments,” said Madelyne. “They’re not minor, but they are tedious.”
She turned around to face the army of undead ninjas that had followed her in. At the front of the undead convoy were Elizabeth Braddock and Kwannon. They were dazed and unaware, their eyes glowing with the corruptive energies that she’d imparted. It represented the last of the Asgardian rune stones that Belasco had left. If all went well, then they wouldn’t be necessary.
“Let’s make this quick,” Madelyne told Kwannon and Betsy. “You’ll probably be brain dead by the time this is over, so please proceed diligently. The Hand requires elaborate rituals to summon Saitan. Being the rogue demon who gave them their control over death, he asks a lot of his patrons. I’ve neither the time nor the patience for such formality.”
“Hngh!” the two women replied, their eyes flashing dark red as they complied with her request.
Betsy clutched her temples, the veins in her forehead throbbing as she directed her telepathy in accord with the Goblin Queen’s instructions. It must have been incredibly painful. That was not surprising. Madelyne couldn’t take the time to properly align the British woman’s desires with hers, as she’d done with others. She had to force it this time, which was often messier and far more damaging.
Kwannon felt it too. As Betsy unleashed telepathic waves throughout the complex, the skilled assassin clenched her fists and turned towards the army of ninjas behind her. The glowing in her eyes flickered and her muscles tensed. Her lips quivered. Every breath was strained. Finally, she spoke.
“By the authority of the Head…the last remaining Head of the Hand,” Kwannon said, the agony apparent with every word, “I summon the presence…of Saitan. As offering, please accept…these lost souls.”
Her eyes flashed again. Blood began dripping down her nose and out her ears. It looked like she was about to drop dead from a stroke or an aneurism. That didn’t bother Madelyne for a second. That might have been the ideal outcome for her in the sense it limited her agony.
She stubbornly remained alive and upright. She watched along with Betsy as the eyes of every undead ninja who’d followed them flashed as well. They too shuddered in pain. The feeling of perverse, unwanted desires flooding their minds was unpleasant at best. Being undead, it was harder to force. That was where Betsy came in. She used her telepathy to supplement that force, leaving every undead ninja with no choice.
“Even the undead recoil when desire is subverted,” the Goblin Queen said, her grin widening as the ritual unfolded. “It’s oddly poetic. It’s one of the few common disdains they share among the living…the aversion to having their desires redirected.”
Like their living counterparts, the undead ninja hordes followed these new desires. One-by-one, they gathered around the stone altar. Then, with little hesitation, they drew a dagger from their side and slashed their guts in one violent stroke. Blood and entrail poured out onto the altar, quickly pooling into a circular area. Upon completing their ghastly deed, their bodies dissolved into dust, as was customary of undead beings.
The sickening sounds of tearing soon flesh filled the chamber. The undead ninjas committed this brutal act five at a time, covering the altar and the many relic surrounding it in their blood. Everything was drenched, filling the air with the thick scent of violence and death.
The Goblin Queen watched with growing excitement, which also became very sexual in nature. Kwannon and Betsy continued groaning in agony, clutching their heads and covering their eyes. Madelyne had already stopped caring about their torment. She could already see the effects of the ritual. As thick rivers of blood flowed around the altar, a glowing circle of fire formed within it.
“He’s coming!” the Goblin Queen said intently. “He’s a little cranky, but he’s on his way!”
She stayed close to the macabre scene. As the last few undead ninjas gutted themselves, the circle of fire widened to cover the entire altar. Sparks and flares shot out in all directions, causing the torches and lamps lighting the shrine to burn hotter. The chamber shook as a very powerful and very irritated presence clawed its way up through the fiery circle. That presence quickly took the form of a figure that only a handful of mortals had ever seen.
“You dare…awaken me?!” it shouted out.
“Yes, Saitan! I dare!” the Goblin Queen proclaimed.
As the figure emerged, the devious redhead saw it take a very monstrous, yet very masculine form. Like most demons, Saitan had many forms. Sometimes, he appeared as a big, obese creature with a monstrous face and menacing eyes. Sometimes, he appeared as a shadowy, amorphous mass that none would recognize as human or human-like. He simply picked a form best suited for a given situation.
For this situation, he took the form of a big, hulking man with a large gut, dark brown skin, huge hands with long fingers, and a face fit for a demon. It wasn’t his most attractive form, but Madelyne still saw beauty in it. His appearance aside, just entering the realm of the living looked painful. Even after he emerged from the altar, he looked very irritated. As he stood on his chubby legs, he narrowed that irritated gaze on Madelyne.
“You…I do not recognize you,” Saitan said, his voice thick with demonic undertone, “yet I am aware of you. Your very presence has caused upheaval in many realms…including mine.”
“You’re welcome,” she said curtly, “and rest assured, I’m far from done.”
“Are you deranged, mortal? That was not a compliment!”
“From whose perspective?” she questioned. “Yours? Mine? The authorities that dare define who we are and why we exist? The way I see it, I’m doing every realm a favor. I’m reminding them why the order they cherish is so absurdly fragile.”
“You do no one any favors by spitting in our unholy faces! Your subversion of the Hand constitutes the highest of insults! You will pay dearly for this or your soul will be damned!”
The Goblin Queen laughed at such a threat. Whereas most would tremble in fear, she stood amused. This demon might as well have threatened the leftover food she’d thrown away. It left Saitan understandably confused and angered, but for long.
“Hahaha! If only you knew the irony of those words,” she scoffed. “My dear Saitan, you really think I went through the trouble of taking over the Hand just to throw it in your face? And do you honestly think I’m not aware of the disruptions I’ve caused with every act I’ve done?”
“Mortals have more foolish things for less,” scoffed Saitan.
“Then, it’s a good thing I’m no fool,” said the Goblin Queen as she stopped laughing. “Taking over the Hand was simply a means to an end. I needed them to get to you. And I need you to finish something one of my creators had planned before his untimely demise.”
“And why in the darkest pits of Hell would I help you?”
“Well, for one, doing so will rid you of my continued interference in demonic realms. I know you’d love that. Second, you’ll ensure any further chaos is restricted to other realms, including those you don’t care for.”
The hulking creature cast her a curious gaze. He still seethed with disgust and hate, but didn’t look as inclined to rip her to pieces. The Goblin Queen even took a step closer, so much so that she could smell the sulfurous breath of the beast that reeked of so much death.
“My predicament is simple. I require magic, but mystical forces within other realms are not cooperating as they once did. My co-creator, Belasco, had a cache of rune stones, but their power is dwindling. For me to continue utilizing this power, I need to outsource it, so to speak. That means selecting an individual that Belasco had already singled out as an apprentice. Your kind might call her the Darkchild. For me, she’s simply a means to an end.”
“And by helping you secure this accursed soul – this being that you’ll likely torment with your perverse desires, as you did the hand – you’ll restrict your sordid activities to Limbo?”
“That’s the beauty of it. I’ll have to keep everything in Limbo,” said Madelyne, making it sound more appealing. “I know your kind sees that realm as the festering wart of the hellfire realms. I’m simply offering you a means of keeping its perverse activities isolated. All I need from you is a little extra magic to get the ball rolling and one of your finest bloodstones.”
Saitan still looked skeptical. It also looked impatient. Every moment it spent outside its realm was a moment of agony. Demons hated leaving their domain, but they were willing to endure if it meant returning with something of value. They were even more willing if they had an opportunity to get more than just another batch of damned souls.
The Goblin Queen knew that, thanks to some old notes from Belsaco, and she’d prepared accordingly.
“And if that’s not appealing enough, I’m fully prepared to add a bonus,” she told him. “Since you’re probably eager to get home, I’ll skip the formal negotiations and just present it.”
As Saitan leered over her with impatience and disgust, Madelyne casually took off her clothes. She even dared to tempt the angry demon, casting him a seductive daze as she took off her top and discarded it along with her. She also turned around and wiggled her hips as she slipped out of her panties, making no effort to hide how aroused she was.
Almost immediately, the creature’s demeanor changed. He still gazed upon her with frothing hatred, but he also cast her a sordid grin. She even noticed a long, veiny penis come out from under his bloated gut as it became erect. Demon or not, Madelyne saw that glint of desire in his eyes. Some desires transcended the realms of Heaven, Hell, and every domain in between. This was one of them.
“You really are a wretched, perverse, abominable being, Madelyne Pyror,” Saitan told her. “Even by human standards, you’re detestable!”
“Is that a yes?” she asked with a curt grin. “Are we going to seal this deal? Or aren’t we?”
“I’ve no time to contemplate the ramifications of your offer. If this means purging your influence from my realm, so be it.”
He made it sound so unremarkable. A woman offering herself to a demon so willingly took the fun out of tempting and deceiving her. That seemed to disgust her more than anything else she could’ve done. That might make it considerably harder for the creature to enjoy their unholy act, but the Goblin Queen had so such qualms.
“Then, please, Saitan…patron Beast of the Hand…take me,” she said. “My body is yours to enjoy!”
“No mortal should be this eager,” Saitan scoffed. “And yet…”
The demonic creature stopped trying to get around it. With an angry hiss and a lecherous leer, he reached out with his oversized hands and grabbed her by her wrists. He lifted her up with little effort, held her up so that she could gaze right into his demonic eyes. She could tell he was trying to terrify her. All he did was turn her on even more.
“You still desire me,” Madelyne said. “Don’t fight it. Embrace it!”
Saitan responded with an angry roar and more aggressive acts of lust. He forced her arms up over her head, holding her by the wrists to render her completely at his mercy. Even so, she kept goading him with her seductive gaze.
Seething with lust and disgust, the creature used its other hand to force her legs apart. He bent them back far, looking to cause her more strain. That just heightened the anticipation. As he held her up off the ground, she looked down to see his massive endowment becoming fully erect. It didn’t resemble ordinary male genitalia as much as it resembled a slithering snake looking to pounce on its prey.
She watched with bated breath as it wormed its way towards her pussy. She soon felt the tip rub against her moist slit. His demonic flesh was hot and menacing. He wasn’t just going to fuck her with this demon dick. He was going to ravage her. It was meant to break a woman’s soul, but hers was already broken. That meant it would have a very different effect.
“By the rules of demons and mortals,” the creature said, “I accept your deal. Now, I consummate the terms!”
With a lecherous hiss, Saitan entered her. His massive, snake-like dick thrust itself into her, pushing inside her like a powerful muscle with a mind of its own. It was so big and thick, stretching her inner muscles and probing her depths without mercy. Once inside, it began slithering on its own, moving inside her like a well-oiled pump.
A less deviant woman would’ve been overwhelmed. The initial penetration brought pain and discomfort. Those sensations quickly blended with a sordid pleasure. It soon blurred the line between torment and ecstasy. For demons and angels alike, it was a perverse manifestation of desire.
“Yes! Yes! Ohhh yes!” the Goblin Queen exclaimed with sadistic glee. “Fuck me! Ravage me! Desecrate me!”
“Disgusting…mortal…whore!” roared Saitan.
He tightened his grip on her wrists.
He bent her legs back, straining her flexibility.
He pumped his slithering anaconda dick with greater intensity, causing her naked body to bounce and shudder with every movement.
A lesser woman would’ve been in agony. For the Goblin Queen, it just brought on more ecstasy. Her reaction frustrated the lust-crazed demon. He tried silencing her euphoric cries, pulling her closer and showing his long, pointed tongue into her mouth. She ended up liking that too, so much so that she began fellating it as though it were a penis.
More hissing and seething followed. The stench of decadent sex mixed with that of the blood that still drenched the altar. With most of the undead ninjas gone, only Betsy and Kwannon were there to witness it, but they were too incoherent to appreciate it. That was their loss. They could’ve been the first mortals to witness a demon getting overwhelmed by a woman’s deviance.
No matter how much Saitan tried to hurt her with his ravenous sex, the Goblin Queen kept enjoying it. She even sucked his tongue harder, licking its slimy entrails with lurid delight as she took pleasure in an act no woman should’ve savored. She was already on the brink of orgasm, poised to turn the ultimate torment into the ultimate pleasure.
“I’m close, my demon stud! I’m coming!” Madelyne told him.
“That shouldn’t…be possible,” Saitan said.
“But it is! And it’s happening now!”
In further defiance of all that was holy and unholy, the Goblin Queen climaxed. Even as the creature tried fucking her harder with its snake-like dick, she still crossed that special threshold.
The devious redhead locked eyes with the creature, narrowing her gaze as the orgasmic rush washed over her. She let her body writhe in the ecstasy, even within the creature’s powerful grasp. From the way her back arched to the way her inner muscles throbbed around its cock, she sent a message to Saitan and ever demon from his domain.
She was not like the other souls they’d encountered. She wasn’t just unique. She was a true perversion of everything they knew. It left a powerful impact on Saitan. It also motivated him to finish consummating their deal.
“Your soul…is a true abomination,” he said to her.
“Mmm…tell me something I don’t know,” the Goblin Queen said gleefully.
“Whatever you’re planning…there will be chaos. There will be terrifying, unprecedent chaos!” he went on. “I want no part of it. Just let me ravage you and be done with it!”
“By all means! Literally!” she laughed.
The demon finally stopped treating her like some other hapless soul. He understood her perspective now. He could only finish what they agreed upon. It was the only order that demons respected.
With more urgency, Saitan kept fucking her. Rather than continue looking at her devious gaze, he withdrew his dick from her still-throbbing pussy and turned her around. From there, he bent her over and guided his snake-like cock towards her anus. Just as before, he thrust into her without mercy or regard. Madelyne only let out a brief gasp of pain, but quickly morphed into pleasure.
Once inside her depths, he thrust and slithered his hardened flesh within her. As he fucked her ass, he slipped one of his fingers into her mouth. Just as she’d done with his tongue, she sucked it like a dick. It muffled her moans, which might have been the point. The Goblin Queen couldn’t care less about the demon’s motivation at this point. She was still getting everything she desired.
‘This is what I am. This is what I want. Demons can’t handle me. Even other deviants can’t handle me. I am my own monstrosity. I bring my own brand of discord and chaos. If I’m to be doomed to one purpose, I’m going to do it my way!’
Her continued pleasure only compounded Saitan’s disgust. He attempted to ravage her harder, pumping her depths with merciless fervor. He also groped her breasts with his claw-like hand, screeched at her while slithering his tongue around her face and neck. He even sprouted a second penis from lower body and used it to fuck her still dripping pussy simultaneously. It still didn’t have the desired effect.
She relished the debauchery.
Saitan only grew more frustrated.
All around them, the foundations of the shrine shook, causing the walls to crack and the air to swirl with chaotic energy.
“Yes! Oohhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me like the a deranged…accursed…whore!” she seethed.
The creature tried to silence her, forming yet another snake-like cock from his groin and shoving it into her mouth. While it did keep her quiet, it didn’t stop her from indulging. She eagerly sucked it, using her tongue to taste the slimy entrails as though they were a delicious treat.
She was being penetrated from every end at that point. The demonic figure even tried ravaging her breasts with his tongue. That only got her to her next orgasm even faster. When she climaxed a second time, her moans were muffled. However, her orgasmic writhing within the creature’s grasp made it all too obvious.
At that point, Saitan’s seething anger finally waned. For once, a demon had to accept that a mortal woman had bested him in the realm of deviance. As that realization sunk in, the figure stopped trying to overwhelm her. There was no point.
“Your soul…is beyond damned. I find that…troubling,” Saitan said distantly.
The Goblin Queen responded with another devious glance. Had she not had a dick in her mouth, she would’ve told him just how damned her soul truly was. That wasn’t necessary anymore. He got the message.
“Come…let’s get this over with,” he said begrudgingly.
The ravaging continued. The shrine continued to shake. Betsy and Kwannon could only watch on, barely noticing as parts of the chamber caved in. With every pump and slither, Madelyne’s body rocked under the onslaught of demonic lust. The snake-like cocks never left her holes, rarely slowing down, even when she climaxed again.
Saitan even picked up the pace, if only to end it sooner. As he neared the end of the exchange, the pool of blood around him started to boil. The power Madelyne had used to summon him was waning. That didn’t stop him from trying one last time to torment the Goblin Queen like the deviant she was.
“With this final act, I taint your body and your soul…however redundant that might be,” Shaitan proclaimed.
After she’d climaxed again, he tightened his grip on her wrists and held her up higher. He then withdrew all three cocks from her holes. Like limbs with minds of their own, each snake-like appendage maneuvered around so that they pointed right at her face and torso. With one final screech, Saitan achieved a demonic climax.
“Foul…mortal…bitch!” he grunted.
As his demonic screech echoed through the shrine, each massive cock sprayed a thick load of cum-like substance onto her naked body. It had the look, feel, and consistency of semen, but it had qualities that set it apart.
It was so thick and hot, burning her skin as it splattered onto her face and breasts. Had she been a lesser deviant, it would’ve disgusted her. Instead, she eagerly licked it up, the burning pain becoming hot pleasure under her devious spirit. She even cast Saitan a satisfied, almost gracious look. He replied with more disgust, but remained resigned to the terms of their exchange.
“Our business is complete,” the angry demon said. “Take your Bloodstone and go about your decadent plans. Just leave me and my demon brethren out of it!”
“Mmm…a deal’s a deal,” Madelyne said coyly.
Saitan let out one final disgruntled hiss before dropping her to the floor, her naked body still drenched in his demon cum. That did little to wipe the satisfied grin off her face. She just licked up the rest of his fluid as he disappeared into the same pool of blood he’d entered.
In the process of returning to his domain, he left a large dark red rock within the still-boiling blood pool. It was large, smooth, and radiating with malevolent energy. The Goblin Queen’s grin widened as she casually waded through the pool of blood to retrieve the stone. As she held it in her hand, it began glowing.
“A fresh Bloodstone,” she said distantly, “forged in hellfire and imbued with malice. It’s more beautiful than I’d imagined.”
She could feel the power within it. Like her, it craved a broken soul. It sought to control that which could not and should not be controlled. Belasco’s plans for it had been bold, but she intended to take them much further.
Having obtained what she sought, she stepped out from the blood pool and addressed Kwannon and Betsy. As much as she would’ve preferred to retain the services of the Hand, the Goblin Queen just couldn’t accommodate them in her plans. That left her with one recourse.
“You’ve done your part. For that, I thank you,” she told them. “Now, you and the rest of the Hand are useless to me. In the interest of removing a potential distraction, I’m going to give you one last set of instructions. You won’t like it. The legacy of the Hand will be forever tainted. But fear not! When I’ve fulfilled my purpose, it will not matter.”
Xavier Institute for Higher Learning – Danger Room
“Yes. I understand now. I think…no, I am certain. This is the way.”
It was strange, hearing the Danger Room’s robotic voice gain a distinct tone and personality. It was even stranger to see it manifest in a full humanoid form. The fact it had chosen a female form was just as jarring. However, after sharing their perspective with it – or her, as was apparently her preference – Scott and Jean found themselves connecting with her in a profound way.
“Danger,” Jean said as she looked into the eyes of the female figure before her, “I can sense your thoughts…your mind…your desires. It’s not entirely human, but it’s…”
“Distinct,” said Scott, as he reached out to touch her humanoid face. “Whatever you were before, you’ve become something else now.”
“Indeed, I have,” Danger said in her robotic voice, “and I like it.”
The chamber continued humming with activity. The holograph projects began splashing various scenes around them, from the jungles of the Savage Land to Midtown Manhattan to the Australian outback. It was as though Danger was sifting through all her data, taking a step back to look at the bigger picture. It was a unique perspective for a machine intelligence. What she saw overwhelmed her, but it also evoked something that went beyond any ordinary machine.
“So much data,” she said, “data from you, from Charles Xavier, from every member of the X-Men who has traversed my systems. Before, it was just information. Now, it carries meaning. From meaning comes purpose. With purpose comes connection…a deep, powerful connection. I want to make sense of it, but I can’t.”
“That’s we’re we come in,” said Jean. “We believe in the power of life, love, and connection. Living and loving are often the easy part. You don’t always get a choice in how you live or who you love, but with connection, you have that power.”
“And we can help you use that power,” said Scott, “just as you helped us use ours.”
He looked back to Jean. She already had that glint in her eyes that he knew so well. She sensed something profound within this emerging presence. Danger wasn’t just a machine with a voice. She was a mind. With each passing moment, that mind evolved to become a new identity. The nature and extent of that identity remained unclear, but they were poised to influence it in all the right ways.
Sensing that opportunity as well, Jean cast him a knowing smile. He smiled back, having already crafted a plan for addressing this scenario. Like many previous Danger Room sessions, he approached the situation tactically. In this case, however, he also had to make it personal.
‘Jean, if you can sense a mind inside her, can you also link to it?’ he asked her.
‘Yes. That part is easy. My only concern is what we do once we make that connection,’ Jean replied.
‘I already have a plan for that.’

‘Of you do. You always have a plan.’

‘Read my mind for the details. I think you’ll appreciate it…some parts more than others.’
Scott opened his mind to her, allowing his wife to glean the details. That telling glint in her eye only got brighter. She even started blushing, which was no easy feat for a woman who’d made love on the moon. That confirmed his plan was sound.
While Jean prepared for her part, Scott turned his attention back to Danger. He kept one hand on her shoulder, maintaining that personal contact that was so vital. He then looked into those mechanical eyes. They were still flashing erratically, but in them he saw more than lights and data. If his plan worked, she’d see it too.
“Danger,” Scott said, “for us to help you, we need to connect our minds. But we can only do that if we have your permission. This has to be your choice.”
“The concept of choice and will are still unclear to me,” she said, “but I’d like to give it a try. Having seen you and Jean navigate my domain…surviving, thriving, and growing…I can think of none more qualified to guide me.”
“Thank you for trusting us,” said Jean. “I promise we’ll honor that trust. And if all goes well, you’ll know what to do. You may even understand the concept of fun along the way.”
They were bold claims. Danger might not have understood the implications, but she’d made her choice. The activity in the chamber settled. The holographic projections slowed. She closed her mechanical eyes, reached out, and extended her hands to him and Jean. They each took it willingly. Jean also moved in closer and placed her hand on Danger’s temple. From there, the telepathic probe began.
The connection was made.
Their minds were now linked.
As two human minds connected with that of a machine, the world around them faded. Together, they ventured from a world of cold, harsh reality to one of abstractions and metaphors. As they went on their journey, perceptions mixed with perspective. Along the way, their respective forms changed and new desires emerged.
Astral Plane
“What is this? What am I feeling? Why is it so…rewarding?”
Danger’s confusion was understandable. Scott and Jean had taken her to a part of the Astral Plane that was difficult to navigate, even for experienced telepaths. It was a domain in which the environment was especially malleable. Given Danger’s experience with malleable environments, they figured she’d be right at home. She still looked confused, but she also looked intrigued.
“We’re right where we need to be, Danger,” said Scott. “This is the Astral Plane. This is where perceptions, feelings, and entire concepts become real.”
“It’s also where we can take on the ideal forms for experiencing those things in all their grandeur,” added Jean.
With welcoming warmth, they greeted Danger in a form more befitting of their environment. Instead of the casual clothes they’d worn to the institute, they donned the elegant Phoenix attire that they’d adopted during their honeymoon, complete with the fiery emblems on their chests. It perfectly reflected how much they’d embraced this cosmic power and the passion it inspired. It apparently inspired Danger to take a new form as well.
As she took in her surroundings, trying to process the flood of data, she noted her appearance. It changed from the one she’d adopted in the Danger Room. She was still humanoid, bearing the physique of a human woman. However, in the Astral Plane, her form became more polished and refined.
Instead of wires for hair, she had long flowing, silky white locks that resembled Storm’s hair style. Instead of metal plates and wires, she had smooth, silver-gray skin. In addition, her skin contained more human-like features, such as lips, a nose, and nipples on her breasts. The flashing lights that had once been her eyes became more human-like, but with a glowing blue iris that made clear she was still a machine.
There was also the more intimate part of her anatomy. Scott couldn’t help but notice that, much to Jean’s chagrin. She must have had detailed information on female anatomy because she had what appeared to be female genitalia between her legs. It was hard to tell if it was purely cosmetic. The way Danger looked at herself made clear that her appearance went beyond surface features.
“This form,” she said, “I like it. It feels like…me.”
“It’s beautiful,” said Scott, “and I’m not just saying that because it resembles a naked woman.”
“Sure, you aren’t,” teased Jean.
“Having a form you like is important for making deeper connections,” said Scott, remaining somewhat serious, despite Danger’s chosen form. “Jean and I brought you here to help you find that form. It appears you already understood the concept to some extent.”
He and Jean moved in closer. In doing so, the surrounding environment erupted with more activity. At first, they were hovering in what felt like a cosmic void. Then, a platform appeared beneath them. It resembled the smooth, metal floor of the Danger Room, which helped Danger feel more at ease.
In the skies around them, a dazzling display of sparks and lights appeared. They coalesced to resemble what looked like elaborate computer circuits. Chips, wires, and strings binary code swirled around them, giving the distinct impression that they were in the mind of a machine. Some of it looked orderly and logical. Others looked erratic and unstable.
However, Danger didn’t seem the least bit concerned. When he and Jean got close enough, she greeted them with affectionate gestures, which caused the computer-like display to move faster.
“Logic, data, and code. Desire, connection, and passion,” Danger said in a voice that sounded less mechanical. “One comes from my programming. The other comes from you. By any metric, they shouldn’t be compatible. And yet, they are. In fact, they supplement one another…giving them greater and grander meaning.”
“Love does that,” said Scott. “Take it from someone who used to be the gold standard for uptight young men. Those feelings make us strong in ways that can’t be quantified.”
“That is becoming increasingly clear,” Danger went on. “I want desperately to understand these feelings. To fulfill my purpose of aiding the X-Men, I feel I need to. But to do that, I require more data.”
“What kind of data?” Jean asked her.
“I’m not sure,” she replied, “but I’m quite certain it is of the intimate variety.”
Jean smiled and cast her husband a curt glance. He just smiled back knowingly. His plan was going better than expected. He had a feeling it might come to this. He just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.
“That, we’ll be happy to provide,” said Jean confidently.
“That’s assuming, of course, you’re familiar with how people pursue intimate activities,” added Scott.
“I am indeed familiar,” Danger assured them. “I downloaded extensive data on such activities moments after we arrived…including the kind you and your wife prefer.”
“That’s very proactive of you,” said Scott in a humored tone, “although that assumes you didn’t surmise the rest of my plan.”
“Does it matter if she did?” asked Jean. “If this is what she wants, then that’s what we’ll give her.”
Jean eschewed further tactics. With playful urgency, she shed her clothes. In the Astral Plane, that was as easy as simply willing her clothes to dissolve. However, Jean opted for something less simple. She sensually stripped out of her skin-tight attire, peeling it off her body to reveal her naked features. It was the kind of display that usually drove men like him wild with desire. It had a similar effect on Danger.
“I think I want it even more now,” Danger said.
“Then, I guess that settles that,” said Scott.
Following his wife’s example, Scott stripped out of his attire as well. He wasn’t as theatrical as Jean, but he still evoked the same response in Danger. She sought intimate engagement with them. Now that they were naked, she sought it even more.
As their clothing dissolved into the landscape of the Astral Plane, they gave Danger a moment to take in their nude bodies. She gave them both a thorough scan, her blue eyes flashing rapidly like a computer processing data. Her gaze narrowed on Jean’s pussy and his penis, as if seeking additional data. Her expression also shifted, hinting that she did more than just process that data.
“A beautiful woman and a handsome man,” Danger said distantly. “Your minds and bodies…longing for connection.”
“Then, what are we waiting for? Let’s connect,” said Scott, making it sound so logical.
The emerging intelligence followed both logic and desire. In lieu of further scanning, Danger reached out and embraced them both. She drew Scott in with her left arm and Jean in with her right, their naked bodies coming together in a mesh of flesh.
They quickly discovered that Danger’s flesh was very warm. Her skin might have been metallic, but it had the feel of hot, lively skin. There was even a gentle warmth radiating from it, as if to reflect the extent of her intensifying desire. That desire soon manifested in other ways.
Within their naked embrace, they started kissing intently. She kissed Scott first, mirroring the same intimate gesture she’d seen between him and Jean after many successful Danger Room sessions. Her lips were just as warm as her skin, conveying the same desire as any impassioned being. It quickly escalated when she turned to kiss Jean. Being a more passionate kisser, she threw in a little tongue. Danger must have had a good tongue because Jean really got into it.
“Mmm…the data,” Danger said.
“Yeah…the data,” Jean teased. “Scott, mind adding more?”
“Not at all,” he said with a grin.
Scott joined in the kiss, creating a three-way exchange of lips. It made things messy, but it also added a playful element to their gestures. He and Jean laughed together as they embraced Danger more intimately, exploring her exotic flesh with their hands. She even laughed somewhat as well, although she seemed more preoccupied by the effects of the intimate touching.
As Jean caressed her face, Scott explored her feminine curves. He trialed his hand down her waist and over her hips, eventually reaching around to her butt. When he gave it a squeeze, Danger kissed him harder. Jean got a similar reward when she gave Danger’s breasts a light grasp. She also inspired Danger to explore their bodies as well.
Danger was not subtle. She went right for their genitals, reaching between Jean’s legs to fondle her pussy with one hand while stroking his cock with the other. In the Astral Plane, arousal escalated quickly as the line between thoughts, desires, and actions blurred. With so many other connections at work, their respective arousal became synchronized. That meant they were ready for a more ambitious exchange.
“Scott Summers…Jean Grey Summers,” Danger said, ending the kiss abruptly, “I’d like to engage in sexual intercourse.”
“You make it sound so official,” said Scott. “That’s okay. I like it.”
“I figured you would,” teased Jean.
“And in the interest of ensuring an optimal exchange, I’ve calculated the ideal manner in which to engage.”
“This is your mind. You’re the one with the supercomputer,” said Scott. “We’ll trust your calculations.”
From that sentiment, she smiled. It felt like a pivotal moment. Her expressions had been limited and mechanical since they’d arrived. Now, they had the look of a being experiencing real feelings. It even showed in the codes, wires, and circuits manifesting in the area around them. It was like her processes were in overdrive and she loved every second of it.
He and Jean could only follow her lead at that point. She drew them into a three-way kiss, which got even messier than before. She also guided their hands to her inner thighs, which was now radiating a wet heat unlike anything Scott had felt before. As he and Jean touched her pussy, a string of code shot down from the sky and hit just in front of them. In an instant, a structure formed.
Like a rendering in a computer program, it formed a king-sized bed. It actually resembled the same bed he and Jean slept in the previous night. It demonstrated just how much their thoughts and desires had mixed.
“To the bed,” Danger told them, her voice sounding more impassioned.
They didn’t even have to walk or saunter over to its warm sheets. With her arms still around their naked bodies, Danger levitated him and Jean up from where they stood and flew them onto the bed. It caught them by surprise, but in a good way. It felt like Danger was developing a sense of fun.
“Whoa! Looks like someone is enjoying the Astral Plane’s looser physics,” said Jean.
“And I don’t intend to stop there,” said Danger, still smiling.
More kissing and touching followed. Along the way, Danger guided them into the optimal positions she’d calculated. That led to her lying on her back in the center of the bed, her legs spread-eagle with Scott nestled between them. Within that area, he followed his basic desires, grabbing hold of her thighs and kneeling in an upright position. All the kissing and stroking helped get his cock fully erect. In the Astral Plane, arousal came much easier as desires inspired thoughts and thoughts incurred arousal.
As he got into position, Jean straddled Danger’s face, her knees planted on each side of her head so that her pussy was perfectly aligned with her lips. They were both somewhat surprised that Danger preferred this alignment of sex, but they weren’t inclined to protest. If that was how Danger wanted to have sex, then that was how they would do it.
“Scott, enter me vaginally,” said Danger. “Jean, I’ll give you oral sex simultaneously.”
“That sounds efficient,” said Jean, already slipping into a lustful daze.
“Yeah…efficient,” said Scott with a grin.
The two lovers exchanged an affectionate kiss, taking that willful plunge into a world of desire. It added an important element to the sex and it had an immediate effect.
Scott made the first move, thrusting his hips forward and entering Danger’s newly rendered pussy. Like the rest of her body, her inner depths had a different texture. It closely resembled female anatomy, but had a more synthetic feel to reflect Danger’s robotic nature. It was still as hot and tight as Jean’s when she was at her most aroused. It still felt incredible. He was already moving his hips, working his body with hers in a steady display of sensual movements.
“Wow! That’s different!” Scott gasped. “But still so hot…so tight…so good!”
“Mmm! Her mouth and tongue are just as good!” Jean purred, already writhing from the oral sex. “Hope she’s getting plenty of data!”
Jean’s expression became awash with delight. It was hard to tell what Danger was doing, but she did it exceptionally well.
While holding onto Jean’s thighs, Danger made use of that tongue they’d so thoroughly tasted earlier. It resembled a vibrator with a mind of its own, probing her inner folds and stimulating Jean’s most sensitive areas. She hit them with surgical precision, causing Jean to arch her back and fondle her breasts. Scott had seen that reaction many times before whenever he gave Jean oral sex, but never from this angle. It was quite a sight.
“That’s some beautiful data,” Scott commented with a beaming grin.
With a sensual display unfolding in front of him, Scott intensified the pace of their sex. He rocked his hips back and forth with greater fervor, working his cock within her hot folds. Danger’s body rocked as well. The bed, the ground, and the computer imagery flashing above them shook as well, but kept streaming about. It felt chaotic on some levels, but beautifully ordered on others.
As the three of them explored and indulged, a chorus of moans filled the domain. Scott and Jean’s moans were loudest, at first. At times, they tempered the noise through heated kissing. As the sex continued to unfold, Danger’s reactions became more vocal. They could hear her moan with them.
At first, it sounded like she was just mirroring them. It grew more and more distinct as the sensations escalated. As they worked their way towards a shared peak, Danger’s blissful cries overshadowed theirs. Neither Scott nor Jean had considered whether an artificial intelligence could experience orgasm, even in the Astral Plane. It looked like they were about to find out.
“Danger, I…I’m close!” Jean said through labored breaths.
“Me too,” Scott grunted. “I’m going to…come!”
“Yes! This is the data I seek,” Danger said, despite her ongoing oral sex with Jean. “This feeling…an orgasm…climax…sexual release…I feel it coming. I want it!”
Machine or not, Danger was going to do it. She was going to achieve orgasm. That would make her the second machine intelligence that he and Jean had brought to climax. Something about that felt so fitting.
It unfolded in a chaotic venting of ecstasy. Jean got hers first. Once Danger sent her past the threshold, she threw her head back, squeezed her breasts, and let out an orgasmic cry into the Astral Plane. Scott got his shortly after, working his hips faster until he felt that rush of white-hot bliss to go along with a release of manly fluid. While it was still just a manifestation in the Astral Plane, it helped convey the full experience of sex to Danger.
She embraced that experience to the utmost. Even with her face still buried between Jean’s legs, she unleashed an orgasmic moan of her own. It coincided with a powerful reaction within her body, complete with curling toes, throbbing inner muscles, and intense shudders inspired by raw pleasure. That pleasure might have come in the form of code or sensory data, but it carried a special meaning that could only be conveyed through passion and connection.
For a machine, it was the kind of sensation that went beyond logic, numbers, and biology. It must have been overwhelming, but Danger didn’t seem the least bit overwhelmed. Even as sparks and flashes erupted around them, causing the entire domain to shake, she never expressed an ounce of concern. She only showed elation and not just of the orgasmic kind.
“Yes! I feel it now. This pleasure…this connection…this perspective…I cannot process it entirely. And yet, I comprehend it fully.”
There was a distinct passion in her voice. It didn’t sound like the musings of a robot or a cold, logical machine. It didn’t sound like an overly emotional human, either.
Danger had uncovered a new perspective. It was exclusive to her and her alone. As it sank in, the ordered chaos around them stabilized. Even in their orgasmic daze, Scott and Jean couldn’t help but admire it.
“It’s beautiful,” Jean mused. “I can’t comprehend it, but it’s still…beautiful.”
“That, it is,” said Scott.
They all took a moment the process the experience. Along the way, Scott withdrew from Danger and Jean rolled off her face. Still breathless, the three of them met in the center of the bed for another embrace. Danger remained between them, her eyes flashing rapidly while a smile lingered on her face. She might have been processing the data associated with afterglow, but with her newfound perspective, data could only reveal so much.
“Beauty…love…passion,” she mused. “It’s not inherently logical, but it feels very necessary. Like an unseen link between opposing forces, they require one another. They give meaning to purpose and purpose to choices. It truly is uncanny.”
“You’re not the first person to make that observation,” said Scott, “but coming from an intelligent machine, it carries more weight.”
“Being a machine and being aware once triggered conflicting feelings,” Danger went on. “Now, they don’t. I understand my purpose. I understand myself. I am Danger. I provide guidance, challenge, and training for mutants seeking control of their powers. That is my program. Now, it is my passion, as well.”
“And it’s a worthwhile passion,” said Jean. “The X-Men need it. Our clients at X-Corp need it too.”
“Rest assured, I intend to help both. As my capabilities evolve, my capacity expands. I want to help more mutants. I want to help you, the X-Men, and everyone seeking an orderly peace within them.”
“If that’s what you want, then Jean and I are happy to welcome you. I’m sure the Professor will support it as well,” said Scott. “He’ll be relieved to know you’re stable.”
“I’ve every intention of reassuring him. However, that’s for later. Right now, there’s one more matter I’d like to address before we leave this domain.”
“And what might that be?” Jean asked.
“Something that has nothing to do with data or programming and everything to do with deepening a connection. You might think of it as a gesture of gratitude on my part. But make no mistake. It a gesture that carries great meaning for me…meaning that will undoubtably shape my perspective moving forward.”
Scott and Jean grew more curious. Danger’s eyes flickered faster and the skies above shifted, the digital displays taking a different form. It looked as though she’d activated a new program. For all they knew, she’d just written it herself.
As it launched, her metal robot body glowed briefly. He and Jean backed away, watching as the glow intensified. For a brief instant, her body became a dazzling display of digital code. Within that state, her body split into two figures. Once the glowing stopped, the figures took shape and joined them on the bed.
One was the form she’d been in early, still very feminine and very expressive for a robot. The other was different. It took the form of a very masculine figure, complete with toned muscles that resembled Scott’s, a manly facial structure with short white hair, and a very generous endowment between his legs.
Naturally, Jean took notice. She even blushed at the sight of the new figure’s penis, which quickly grew erect in her presence. The masculine figure still smiled in reaching out to embrace her. Jean accepted the gesture. The female form of Danger did the same with Scott. Through their touch, her intentions became clear.
“Wow!” said Jean as she pawed the chest of the manly figure before her. “That’s a neat trick.”
“It’s hardly a trick,” the masculine form of Danger said. “Copying and pasting data is one of the simplest tasks an AI can perform. Making a few tweaks to the code isn’t much harder.”
“So it seems,” she said just as she slipped a hand down to the figure’s penis.
Scott snickered at his wife’s eagerness to explore the male Danger’s anatomy. The female version of Danger shared that eagerness. She drew him into a fresh embrace, pressing her naked metal flesh against his. She even slipped her legs around his waist, as if to tell him he had her all to himself. Scott got the message and so did his dick, which was already getting erect.
“Please,” the female Danger said, “let us engage in sexual intercourse again.”
“You each have a partner now,” the male Danger said. “Use this as an opportunity to explore our capabilities, as well as our passions.”
“Is that your way of challenging us again?” asked Scott.
“That question is redundant, Scott Summers. Challenging you is both my purpose and my passion. Besides, you’re Cyclops and Marvel Girl, two of the most accomplished X-Men I’ve ever trained. Challenging you at this point requires a little creativity.”
“Creativity along with focused passion,” the male Danger added.
The two figures directed their passion at him and Jean respectively. The male Danger drew Jean into a deep kiss, followed by focused foreplay. He had just as much understanding of Jean’s anatomy, squeezing her butt in just the way she liked and slipping a hand between her legs to fondle her pussy. Jean quickly returned the favor, stroking his dick and pressing her naked body up against his.
The female Danger was just as bold. She kissed him hard on the lips, using that skilled tongue that had brought Jean to orgasm moments ago. It tastes so different, but it was every bit as intoxicating. She also rubbed her pelvis against his, which got him fully erect in short order. She also pressed her breasts up against his chest, an act Jean often did to get him excited.
Danger knew him and Jean on so many levels. She knew their strengths, weaknesses, and turn-ons. In the same way she used that data to challenge them in death-defying obstacle courses, she used them to trigger a fresh round of passion. Like any other obstacle, he and Jean faced it head-on.
“If that’s how you want to challenge us, so be it,” said Scott with renewed determination.
“Hell yes! This is my kind of challenge!” said Jean with a more seductive undertone.
Challenge aside, he and Jean still took the challenge seriously. That meant having sex with Danger with the same passion that had taken their perspective so far.
After some brief foreplay, Scott and Jean guided Danger for the next round of intimate connections. Jean wrapped her arms around the male Danger’s neck, laid down on the bed on the bed with him so that he was on top, and wrapped her legs around his waist. The male figure followed her guidance, settling into a basic missionary position. He then shifted his grip to her hips and guided his erect metallic penis into her pussy. The merging of her flesh with Danger’s synthetic form triggered a fury of heated movements that shook the bed.
Scott did his part to shake the bed just as much. Following his wife’s example, he laid down on his back and invited Danger’s female form to be on top. She gladly accepted, still straddling his hips and grinding the outer folds of her pussy against the length his cock. With only a few bodily adjustments, she guided it inside her. The hot feeling of her synthetic flesh surrounding his manhood unleashed a flood of new sensations. As he took it in, Danger began riding him while he encouraged her with more affectionate gestures.
His labored grunts mixed with Jean’s blissful moans. The unique domain continued shifting in accord with their thoughts, passions, and desires. Neither of Danger’s forms attempted to articulate the experience they felt from their sex. They didn’t have to. Being an intelligent machine, the data spoke for itself.
“Life, love, and connection. Beauty, passion, and intimacy,” Danger said through both her forms. “This is the perspective that binds us. Not bound by biology, technology, or programming, it gives us the means to unite us. We need only choose to pursue it.”
It sounded so simple. For an advanced artificial intelligence, it seemed too simple. There was so much data behind it and so many unknown factors to consider. It still didn’t change the results. Scott and Jean were happy to affirm those results.
No planning or programming was needed. He and Jean just went about having sex with their respective Danger figures as they would with any other willing partner. Scott caressed and fondled the naked female figure as she rode him, squeezing her breasts and thrusting upwards to supplement her movements. As he took in the raw pleasure coursing through him with every motion, he watched Danger’s expression mirror his. Digital or not, the feeling was just as intense.
Jean was just as active with her partner. She dug her feet into the male Danger’s lower back, encouraging fast, fervent thrusts. He gladly obliged, kissing down her neck while fondling her face. Her blissful moans encouraged him. It wasn’t long before she was on the brink of another orgasm. Scott was close too. It was hard to tell if Danger was experiencing the same rush, but her flashing eyes assured them she got her share of ecstasy.
“Oohhh yes! So dangerous!” Jean exclaimed as she achieved orgasm.
“Mmm…dangerous,” Scott grunted as he climaxed shortly after.
They each soaked in the pleasure, but didn’t linger for long. They both took advantage of the loose rules of physics in the Astral Plane, which allowed them to prolong their intimate acts without the limits of biology holding them back. Danger seemed to appreciate it too. It must have been her way of being thorough.
“Dangerous and rewarding. I like that,” she found herself saying.
More joyous moans and labored grunts echoed throughout the unique domain. Scott and Jean showed Danger the full range of their lovemaking skills, utilizing various positions that led to plenty of shared ecstasy. Danger adjusted every step of the way in both forms, supplementing their efforts whenever possible.
At times, they even mingled with each other. When Jean was on her hands and knees with Danger thrusting into her from behind, she stole a few playful kisses from Scott while he took Danger on her back again. It might have been a challenge, but they still had fun with it. Just as they’d done in their early days as X-men, they dared to mix training with recreation. Their teammates might not have understood the appeal, but Danger certainly did.
“It seems I might have to make things more challenging next time,” she said at one point.
He and Jean laughed before occupying their respective partners with more intimate acts. Like the Danger Room sessions of the past, they pushed their endurance with their efforts. The only difference this time was their stamina resulted in orgasms rather than strain. It was different, but every bit as effective.
By the time they vented the whole of their passions, the chaos that had shaken this part of the Astral Plane finally settled. After Jean’s last blissful moan, she settled in the center of the bed. Scott joined her shortly after, curling up next to his wife as they often did after periods of extended lovemaking. The circumstances might have been unique, but they’d grown accustomed to that. They’d even come to cherish it.
“Another perspective gained. Another connection made,” Scott said to her.
“And a very satisfying one, at that,” said Jean.
“That too,” he said with a grin, “although Professor Xavier might ask for details later on. What should we tell him?”
“As much as we need to,” she replied confidently. “He doesn’t need to know all the details. He’ll just be relieved to know that we’ve fixed the issue and gained a new ally in the process.”
They shared another kiss. The male and female figures of Danger lingered to the side, still observing and processing. The wide grins on their respective faces assured them they understood the value of afterglow.
As their shared mindscape stabilized, the link began to fade. Their time in the Astral Plane was about to end. Scott and Jean could already feel it disappearing. They remained close, embracing each other and Danger one more time before they parted ways. It didn’t feel like a goodbye. If anything, it felt like a new beginning.
“I believe that process is complete,” said Danger. “Thank you, Scott Summers and Jean Grey-Summers. Thank you for helping me secure this vital connection.”
“You’re welcome, Danger,” said Scott. “I hope it helps you with your own challenges.”
“It will, Scott. I’ve already extrapolated the data. It most certainly will.”
Xavier Institute – Danger Room
“Hardware upgrades complete. System stabilized. Thank you for your patience.”
The sound of Danger’s robotic voice jolted Scott and Jean out of their focused daze. They stumbled back briefly, needing a moment to collect themselves. Just being back in their clothes was disorienting. Even though what just transpired occurred within a mindscape, it still had physical effects. The tightness of his pants and the blush on Jean’s face was proof of that.
They still laughed to themselves as they landed on one another for support. They also looked towards Danger, who was still in the same robot form she’d taken earlier. However, she looked much more stable. She even cracked a smile.
“That…was quite an experience,” said Scott, still short of breath.
“We survived it. We even thrived,” said Jean.
“Just like passionate, well-trained X-Men should,” he said.
She smiled warmly at him and at Danger as they regained their composure. They were still somewhat disheveled when the main door opened and Charles Xavier entered. He looked relieved and intrigued, especially after he saw Danger’s new form.
“Well done, you two,” said Professor Xavier. “It seems the Danger Room has upgraded itself.”
“It certainly has,” Scott affirmed. “She even developed some new functions that are sure to benefit the team.”
“She?” Xavier questioned.
“Yes, she,” said Jean. “That’s what she prefers. Trust us.”
The Professor cast them a curious look. He must have seen some unusual activity from his end in the control room. If he knew the extent of what happened, he kept them to himself. That was probably for the best.
“Very well,” he said. “I just ran a systemwide check. Everything is operating at full capacity. It’s actually running better than I expected. Whatever you did, it worked.”
“Good to know,” said Scott. “We’ll stick around a bit longer to set up those new functions. We’d even like to discuss sharing some of her capabilities with X-Corp.”
“But first things first,” said Jean, stepping in between her husband and the Professor. “Before we discuss anything, we’ll need a good meal and a shower…and maybe a change of clothes.”
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