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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 17: Risky Business
Kobe, Japan – Yoshioka Tower
Traditions were only as strong as their greatest vulnerability. For centuries, the Hand had few to speak of. They’d survived civil wars, world wars, corruption, usurpations, and collapsing regimes. They’d even transcended the harsh finality of death, a feat that helped make them one of the most feared organizations to ever dominate the shadows. Their traditions, however old they might have been, had been one of their greatest strengths.
Then, in one devastating blow, it became their greatest vulnerability. Their rigid hierarchy, inflexible vision, and heavy reliance on magic brough them to utter ruin. Their leadership had been killed. Their operations had been undermined. Every activity, from targeted assassinations to preserving their territory within the criminal underworld, was disrupted by a targeted attack from an unknown agent of chaos.
The name and affiliation of that agent remained unknown or forgotten. Whoever they were, they left the Hand damaged and exposed. It was an unfamiliar state that could’ve devolved into chaos. It was also an opportunity.
The Hand couldn’t return to their old traditions. Doing so after nearly destroying itself would’ve been both dishonorable and foolish. The ancient order needed a new vision, new leadership, and new allies. That was the challenge Kwannon faced as the last remaining Head of the Hand. Unlike the generations of leaders that came before her, she had a new perspective on how to forge new traditions.
“Wow! The Hand really cleans up fast,” commented Jean as she and Scott arrived at Yoshioka Tower.
“The benefits of having armies of undead ninjas and centuries of accumulated wealth, I guess,” said Scott as he looked up at the structure under the light of the rising sun. “Kwannon promised we’d see changes the next time we visited Japan. Looks like she over-delivered.”
“You think Betsy did the same with her promises,” Jean asked.
“Given how well those two work together, I’d expect nothing less,” said Scott.
“That’s assuming it’s not too awkward between them.”
“I think they’ve long since gotten over that,” he said with a humored grin. “In fact, I think they’ve come to embrace it.”
“That’s easy to say when you’re a man who watched them get naked and go at it,” Jean teased.
“Doesn’t make it any less true,” Scott replied with an innocent shrug.
Jean gave her husband a playful swat as they continued admiring the new and improved Yoshioka Tower. It looked much better in the morning sun, even after a long flight to Japan. They’d arrived with the intention of assessing Kwannon’s progress on reshaping the Hand into a less infamous image. After their initial encounter a while back, they weren’t sure what to expect. However, they were already impressed with what they saw.
Just repairing the damage done to the building was the easy part. Kwannon had contracted an ambitious renovation of the entire facility. Large scaffolding had already been erected around the base and lower levels of the building. Construction vehicles and equipment littered the surrounding area. Steady streams of workers moved in and out of the building. They weren’t Hand ninjas, but they were more motivated than most, reshaping and remolding the Hand’s headquarters for a new era.
Instead of a dull, featureless structure meant to blend in with the skyline, Yoshioka Tower would act as a shining beacon of the Hand’s new vision. That vision involved less crime, corruption, and assassination and more security, stability, and respectability. Kwannon believed the Hand’s armies of undead ninjas could be directed towards more honorable endeavors, such as private defense, intelligence gathering, and aiding those caught up in honorable struggles. For an organization with such an infamous reputation, it was bold.
Some, like Wolverine and Elektra Nachios, didn’t believe it was possible. Kwannon sought to prove them wrong. Elizabeth Braddock offered to help in that effort. In what might have been X-Corp’s riskiest connection to date, Scott and Jean decided to contribute. Reputation aside, they had both an opportunity and a responsibility to see whether the Hand shared their perspective.
From the outside, things looked promising. What went on inside would determine how much of that perspective had taken hold.
‘You two are early,’ came a familiar telepathic voice. ‘That’s great! Kwannon and I were getting restless up here.’
‘Glad to hear from you, Betsy,’ Jean replied. ‘We decided to catch an earlier flight.’
‘Plus, we’re always a little restless when it comes to making new connections,’ Scott added, ‘especially those that involve beautiful women and undead ninjas.’
‘Even with your thoughts, you’re such a gent, luv. Hold onto it while we buzz you in. We’ve got a lot to discuss and even more to celebrate.’
The British woman sounded optimistic, if not a little excited. From what they’d learned about her through her family and STRIKE, that was worthy of note. She had a reputation for being direct, decisive, and blunt. That also showed as workers at the entrance opened the door and cleared a path for them to enter.
“Please, right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Summers,” said a well-dressed Japanese man from the front entrance. “Kwannon and Ms. Braddock are ready for you.”
Others emerged to clear the way. They carried themselves with discipline and respect. They might have been Hand ninjas, but without the ninja garb. They looked less threatening, but still had a presence. It nicely demonstrated the all-new, all-different Hand.
Assured and excited, as well, Jean latched onto Scott’s arm and they entered Yoshioka Tower. Along the way, they passed by more scaffolding and construction. The entire lobby bustled with activity. Workers and contractors worked feverishly, creating a spacious, welcoming area. It looked more modern, lacking the darkened windows and abundant shadows with which the Hand used to intimidate anyone who entered. There was artwork, seating, and lounging areas that felt more appropriate for a legitimate operation instead of a shadowy cabal.
“I’m already impressed,” said Scott. “Elektra told me the Hand is notoriously cold when it comes to entertaining guests.”
“I take it she didn’t accept Kwannon’s first invitation to meet up,” said Jean.
“Or the third, for that matter,” said Scott, shaking his head. “It’s a process. It takes time to undo centuries of bloody traditions. This is just the first step.”
“So long as it’s in the right direction, it’s progress.”
They carried that attitude with them towards the executive elevators in the east wing of the building. They passed by more imposing, well-dressed guards. They bowed respectfully at their presence. If they were Hand ninjas, they had much better manners than they had on their previous visit.
“This express elevator will take you to the top floor,” said one of the guards in perfect English, who opened the elevator door. “Meishu Kwannon has instructed us to ensure privacy and serenity as you conduct business.”
“Thank you,” said Scott. “We hope our visit mostly formality.”
“Hai,” the man replied. “Formalities are still highly valued. They remind us how even minor actions carry great meaning.”
Scott and Jean offered the guard a kind gesture. They appreciated that sentiment more than most. They’d experienced how small choices led to immense impacts. What happened to the Hand was part of that impact and they had an opportunity to make it a positive one.
He and Jean entered the elevator and rode it up to the top floor. They hadn’t been attacked by ninjas yet. That bode well for the formalities that awaited. They hadn’t forgetting that this was technically a business trip. That was why Scott wore a suit and Jean wore a nice black dress that Betsy helped her pick out. They didn’t expect to fight ninjas in this attire. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be necessary this time.
“This is a big deal for us and for X-Corp,” Jean commented. “It’s not every day you team up with a shadowy organization of assassins.”
“That’s what the Hand was,” said Scott. “We’re interested in what the Hand could be. Kwannon is taking them in a new direction and Betsy is helping.”
“I’m just as interested too, but not many people trust them,” Jean said. “SHIELD, the Avengers, and even some of our old teammates told us not to do this.”
“Can’t say I blame them,” said Scott, “but someone has to be the first. X-Corp is growing fast. We need all the connections we can get. We should be the ones who takes that chance.”
“And here we are,” said Jean, giving his arm a squeeze. “It’s bold, but it’s worth doing. We’ve shared our perspective with Kwannon and Betsy. We should give them a chance to share theirs.”
Feeling hopeful and excited, the couple arrived at the top floor still not knowing what to expect. As soon as it opened, they were immediately greeted by the welcoming presence of Elizabeth Braddock and Kwannon. There were no guards, ninjas, assistants, or workers by their side. It was just the four of them, standing in the same domain from which the Hand once carried out their shady dealings.
“Welcome to back to Japan, Scott and Jean Grey-Summers,” Kwannon greeted with a respectful bow. “On behalf of the Hand, it is an honor to have you as our first guests for this new era.”
Please forgive the mess and clutter below,” said a poised Betsy Braddock. “We’d hoped to keep things clean for your arrival, but reinventing an ancient order built on death and assassination is no small feat. We’re still cleaning off blood stains on every floor.”
“No need to apologize,” said Scott. “We understand that big changes don’t come easily.”
“There’s no need for formalities, either,” added Jean. “We’ve been following those changes. We see how hard you’ve been working. We’re just here to help with the next step.”
“We appreciate that, luv,” said Betsy, “but you’re talking to a full-blooded Brit and a trained ninja. You’re going to get a of lot of formalities.”
“Even in times of change, we cannot forget the value of decorum,” added Kwannon.
“Or pass up a chance to wear a nice dress,” said the British woman.
They shared a good laugh before proceeding with less formal greetings. Jean greeted the two women with a friendly hug. Scott opted for a more formal handshake. The two women made quite an impression. They would need more than that to prove the worth of the new Hand, but it set the right tone.
Kwannon wore a dress more in line with a female CEO rather than a skilled ninja. Had Scott and Jean not seen her in action during their clash with the Hand, they never would’ve suspected that she’d been an assassin. Betsy opted for a pantsuit, which she’d probably imported from Europe. Since her encounter with Kwannon, she’d spent a great deal of time in Japan. While she remained a high-ranking member of STRIKE, she’d gone to great lengths helping Kwannon reorganize the Hand in a new image.
That wasn’t too surprising. The two women had played an integral part in its near-destruction. Their minds had become so intermingled that Jean even sensed some lingering psychic residue in both their minds. She’d described it as mental echoes within their larger psyche. It wasn’t the same a full psychic link, but it was close. The way the two women stood together hinted at a bond that went beyond helping with such a bold endeavor.
“Come. Follow us,” Kwannon said, gesturing towards the executive suite. “We’ve much to discuss and so much more to celebrate.”
“Lucky for us, our many lawyers and barristers have handled the more detailed discussions,” said Betsy. “I’ve never been one for legal-speak, but I’m rather fond of how Ms. Walters has handled these dealings.”
“She speaks just as highly of your people,” said Scott as he and Jean followed the two women. “She forwarded us last batch of contracts last week. Even the political types in SHIELD were impressed.”
“Although Jen almost hulked out when dealing with Elektra,” added Jean. “Apparently, she still wants her lawyer friends in Hell’s Kitchen to go over the details. She even offered to pay their overtime out of pocket.”
“I’m confident they’ll see the same reforms that you did,” said Kwannon. “When I said I wanted the Hand to become a more honorable organization, I meant it. And I’m not just referring to the honor of our warrior code.”
The Japanese woman took on a more serious demeanor as she led them into one Yoshioka Tower’s executive suites. Even compared to the many other suites Scott and Jean had seen since founding X-Corp, it was quite impressive.
“Whoa,” said Jean. “I’d say you’ve definitely made the Hand more welcoming.”
“That’s assuming there aren’t any ninjas hiding in the shadows,” Scott said half-jokingly.
“I assure you we’re hiding nothing from you or those seeking our services,” said Kwannon. “There will always be shadows and there will be dangers hiding within those shadows. Moving forward, we want the Hand to be an ally rather than an enemy.”
It was a bold vision that revealed itself in the design of the suite. Scott and Jean had seen it during their last trip to Japan. The blacked-out windows, elaborate traps, and abundance of shadows had been swapped out for something less ominous.
Now, the office was adorned with open spaces that were brightly illuminated by the morning sun and well-placed skylights. Tables, seating, and décor that once depicted Japanese demons and monsters had been replaced with something more befitting of a legitimate business looking to grow in new ways. There was even a nice array of plants and flowers arranged throughout the office, filling an area that once reeked of blood with more pleasant scents.
Scott and Jean took a moment to admire this new look for the Hand. Once they arrived at Kwannon’s desk, which had also been updated to be more modern and less threatening, they turned their attention to the two women behind this vision. While Kwannon and Betsy looked confident, they maintained a serious poise for the dealings that awaited.
“New offices, building renovations, and honorable intentions are only the beginning,” said Kwannon. “For centuries, the Hand thrived by fighting the battles in places others dared not venture. They didn’t just dominate the shadows. They forged unseen connections in the vast underworld in which crime, corruption, and subversion thrive.”
“And some of those connections remain,” Betsy pointed out. “That unseemly underworld is still there. It’ll always be there. That, we cannot change.”
“But we can change which side we fight on,” Kwannon went on. “We can also change the way in which we operate outside the shadows. Murder, assassination, and blackmail may have helped the Hand gain great power and influence, but it has also made us many enemies. It leaves us in a state of constant conflict that never ends. We can survive, but never thrive. While that might not matter for an organization that has transcended death, there’s no lasting honor in stagnation.”
“And stagnation will always leave us vulnerable in the long run,” said Betsy. “It just took longer than most for someone to take advantage of it.”
“If only we knew who they were,” said Scott under his breath.
“We ask ourselves that same question,” said Kwannon, “but whoever they were, they exposed the Hand’s greatest flaws for all to see. Now, thanks to new perspectives and greater opportunities, we seek to transcend those flaws, just as we transcended death.”
“And legions of undead ninjas can do a lot of good, believe it or not,” added Betsy. “Therein lies the problem, though. Most don’t believe it.”
“Which won’t change until we give the world a legitimate reason,” said Kwannon. “That’s where X-Corp comes in.”
The skilled assassin’s demeanor changed. She cast him and Jean a confident grin before exchanging glances with Betsy. The two women were exchanging telepathic messages. Scott knew the signs as well as any man who’d fallen in love with a telepath. He turned towards Jean, who had a curious look. She sensed their intentions, but not the specifics.
As he and Jean grew more curious, Betsy retrieved a fancy bottle of champagne and four glasses from behind Kwannon’s desk. She then held them up so Kwannon could open them with her psionic blades. With the pop of both corks, their mood went from serious to celebratory.
“This is where congratulations are in order,” said Kwannon. “You’re the Hand’s first legitimate client under this new order. Under the terms of the finalized contracts, we’re honor bound to protect the young mutants you enlist and their families. We will also provide security and safety for whatever public events X-Corp holds.”
“That doesn’t just mean Sentinels will stop attacking in the middle of uplifting speeches,” Betsy said. “The bastards who sent them will never get around to giving the order.”
“That will certainly help,” said Jean. “I’d like to have just one fundraiser without mutant-hunting robots tearing through the walls.”
“With the Hand, you’ll have many,” Kwannon assured them. “We understand the threats to young mutants are many. Many lurk in the shadows. Now, you have powerful allies in those shadows.”
“We appreciate that,” said Scott, “but we also know it’ll take time. The Hand still has a stake in many other shady businesses.”
“Indeed, they do,” admitted Kwannon. “We’ve stake in many legitimate operations, as well. There’s personal protection, private security forces, and military contractors in a legitimate market. There are also generations of legitimate businesses that the Hand will continue to support.”
“But if you’re concerned about the illegitimate ones, then rest easy. That’s where I come in,” said Betsy.
The British woman spoke with greater confidence as she set the glasses down and proceeded to pour the champagne each of the four glasses. She did so with a formality consistent with anyone who’d been raised among British aristocracy.
Having looked into her history, Scott and Jean learned that Betsy was someone who always had something to prove. In her family, the bar for excellence was high and she’d done plenty to raise it over the years. As she picked up two of the glasses and gave two to Kwannon, she put that excellence on full display.
“Thanks to my position at STRIKE and the many benefits that come with my surname, I’ve created a special task force to help dissociate the Hand with its less desirable affiliations,” said Betsy. “Make no mistake. It’s a task easier than done.”
“Yet you carry yourself like someone who has already done the hard parts,” Jean commented.
“What can I say? It pays to be a telepath and the battle-hardened sister of Brian Braddock,” she said with a shrug. “I pulled the necessary right strings. We’ve made the necessary connections. The process has already begun. The Hand is on its way to a more honorable place in shadowy affairs. X-Corp is helping us take that first step. And it’s one worth celebrating!”
In another formal gesture that conveyed great meaning, Betsy and Kwannon offered Scott and Jean a glass of the bubbling beverage. They readily accepted it. They’d already seen the paperwork. Everything they saw since arriving in Japan confirmed what they had hoped. The Hand was under new leadership with a new vision. X-Corp was just the first of many beneficiaries of that vision.
Standing side-by-side, the two women raised their glasses in a toast. Scott and Jean did the same. They’d said what they needed to say. The only remaining step was to make it official.
“To a new beginning for the Hand,” said Kwannon.
“And a more honorable use of undead ninjas,” added Betsy.
“I’ll definitely drink to that!” said Jean with a beaming grin.
“So will I,” said Scott.
They all tapped their glasses before taking a sip of their beverage. It had to have cost more than the average assassin’s wage. It was that delicious. Having a bold new partnership with an organization that could’ve easily been an enemy made every sip feel more rewarding.
“New beginnings take time, but change still comes quickly,” added Scott after taking that first sip. “I think we’ve laid a foundation for both X-Corp and the Hand.”
“And a damn good one at that,” said Betsy.
They laughed again as a more celebratory mood filled the suite. While he and Jean took only small sips, Kwannon and Betsy gulped theirs down more eagerly. Their overly formal demeanor gave way to something more casual. It was refreshing after all the complicated business dealings they’d worked out in such a brief span of time.
Scott and Jean had expected their visit to be brief and uneventful, but after finishing their drink, they sensed that the two young women weren’t quite done yet. They set aside their empty glasses and exchanged looks again. Betsy had a somewhat telling grin and Kwannon, who still hadn’t smiled much, mirrored her expression.
“Glad we got that out of the way,” said Betsy, “but before we get to the signatures and photo ops, my Japanese mate and I have one more thing to show you.”
“I sense this isn’t another formality,” Scott surmised.
“You’re as insightful as you are handsome, Scott,” said Kwannon. “Keep that up because this last detail has nothing to do with our business dealings. It’s more of a bonus.”
“Think of it as a gesture of trust. And we’re a couple of ambitious ladies who are prepared to earn it,” added Betsy.
Their intrigue heightened, he and Jean watched Kwannon open a panel on her desk. It revealed a biometric scanner and a touch screen control. After scanning her fingerprint, she issued a command that triggered a mechanism in the wall on west side of the suite that caused it to open like an automatic doorway. It had been hidden well, which made sense for a facility owned by the Hand. What it revealed, however, wasn’t nearly as ominous.
“Wow!” said Jean. “Is that amenity in every executive suite?”
“No,” Kwannon answered, “just this one.”
“It used to be a torture chamber,” Betsy commented. “We decided to turn it into something more welcoming.”
“And I think you succeeded,” said Jean.
Whatever this hidden area had been before, it had been transformed into something very different. Built right into a private nook in the spacious office suite, Betsy and Kwannon turned the chamber into a luxurious Japanese spa. It included a large rectangular hot tub, massage tables, burning incense, and a stereo system that played relaxing music. It looked so inviting, especially after a flight across the world.
Kwannon and Betsy must have prepared it ahead of time. The hot tub had already been activated. There was a light layer of steam coming up from the water. Soft music also played from the stereo and thick scent of fresh lilacs filled the air. It looked brand new and ready for use. Still smiling, the two women casually made their way towards it.
“This little haven of bliss is reserved for long nights at the office or special guests,” said Kwannon. “It was my idea to install it. The contractors finished it yesterday.”
“And it was my idea to test it out with our first special guests,” said Betsy. “After everything you’ve done for us, it’s the least we can do.”
“We appreciate the gesture, you two,” said Scott. “It’s really not necessary, but we certainly won’t stop you from trying. We just wish you’d told us. We didn’t bring our swimsuits.”
“That’s okay, luv. Neither did we!” said Betsy with lurid undertone.
“And besides, they would only get in the way,” added Kwannon.
What happened next heightened more than just their intrigue. With exceedingly nonchalant disposition, the two women took their clothes off on the spot. Betsy shed her fancy pantsuit, slipping out of the tight-fitting pants and tossing aside the matching top. Kwannon undid her dress, letting it fall off her toned body with immodest ease.
They didn’t attempt to hide from Scott and Jean’s view. Betsy even leaned over on purpose, knowing it would put her cleavage on full display while she took off her shoes. Kwannon was just as overt, showing no inclination to cover her exposed breasts or clean-shaven pussy. Neither of them had been wearing underwear, either. That had only so many implications.
“They definitely planned this,” said Jean, amused at their sensual display.
“Definitely,” said Scott, who couldn’t help but admire the two naked women before him.
“Well? What are you waiting for? A bloody invitation?” asked Betsy. “Get naked, you two!”
“I’ll have my assistant clean and press your clothes tonight,” added Kwannon.
“That’s…not really a concern,” said Scott.
“Don’t tell me you have concerns,” Jean teased.
“I didn’t mean to imply otherwise,” he said. “They say we’re their honored guests. They want to make us feel welcome. Who are we to refuse?”
“You’re such a stickler for manners, Scott.”
“Isn’t that why you fell in love with me?”
“It’s one of the many reasons,” said Jean. “And I suspect our gracious hosts are quite interested in some of those reasons.”
“I’d say we’re more than interested, luv,” said Betsy.
“Indeed,” said Kwannon, “much more.”
Needing no further confirmation, Scott and Jean proceeded to undress. Jean used her telekinesis to unzip her dress and push it down her shapely body, leaving her in her bra and panties. Scott did the same with more urgency. He couldn’t undo his tie and unbutton his shirt fast enough. It might have been easier to just use the Phoenix Force to dissolve their clothes, but they preferred to save that for more intense situations. This required a different approach.
By the time Jean slipped out of her panties and Scott stepped out of his boxers, they could already feel the lustful gaze of the two naked women on them. Both Betsy and Kwannon focused much of that gaze on Scott’s sizable endowment, which had already started to grow in the presence of such beautiful women. They also admired Jean’s shapely figure, her fiery gaze matching theirs in an increasingly heated moment.
“That’s quite an impressive reason, if I do say so,” noted Kwannon, blushing somewhat at the sight of Scott’s dick.
“Jean’s a lucky woman,” Betsy commented with a lustful leer. “Thankfully, I hear she’s generous when it comes to sharing.”
“That means we’ll have to be even more generous in returning the favor.”
“I’m prepared to make the effort if you are,” she said confidently.
“I’m a trained ninja and an honorable warrior,” Kwannon replied strongly. “Effort is never an issue.”
The two women took on a more intense, yet still playful demeanor as they gestured towards Scott and Jean, requesting that they join them in the spa. They accepted without hesitation.
Now that they were all fully nude and following the same sensual spirit, the couple followed their hosts into the luxurious ambience. Kwannon latched onto Scott’s arm, showing no reservations about letting certain parts of her body touch his. Betsy guided Jean along, offering soft gestures on various parts of her exposed flesh. She gave special attention to her breasts and inner thighs, further heightening the mood and sparking a new arousal.
“You must be so stressed after your long flight,” said Kwannon while pawing Scott’s chest. “Even the power of the Phoenix Force must have limits against jet lag.”
“The flight wasn’t that bad,” said Scott jokingly.
“But we never oppose some therapeutic pampering,” said Jean.
“Then, that’s what you’ll get!” said Betsy confidently. “Among other things, of course.”
“Of course,” said Kwannon.
Like the gracious, generous hosts they were, Betsy and Kwannon led them into the spa. The steamy heat of the hot tub and the thick scent of the incense created a warm, intimate environment. Even if he and Jean weren’t overly jet lagged, it was very relaxing. However, relaxation was not all the two women had in mind.
Together, they submerged themselves in the hot tub. The warm water also had red rose petals, adding to the intimate ambience of the spa. As it inundated their naked skin, a wave of contentment washed over him and Jean. Kwannon and Betsy even made sure they sat next to each other in the main seating area near the jets. With the water coming just up to their chest, it was perfect setting for relieving stress and sharing some intimacy. Their two beautiful hosts quickly demonstrated they had plenty to share.
“Mmm…I like this setup,” said Scott as he exhaled in contentment.
“Me too,” said Jean. “Why don’t we have a spa like this in our office back at X-Corp?”
“I have no idea or excuses,” the former X-Men leader replied. “I promise I’ll call up some contractors on the flight home.”
“And I’m sure you’ll keep that promise, Mr. Summers,” said Kwannon, “as an honorable man should. But this is not a place for business. This is a place of peace and bliss.”
“While we may favor one over the other,” said Betsy, “you’re our guests. You bring the desire. We bring the pampering!”
“Good thing Scott and I bring plenty of desire, no matter where we go,” said Jean, her tone matching Betsy’s lurid subtext.
The mood intensified. The relaxation was already giving way to more ambitious efforts. Even with such generous hosts, Scott and Jean opted to take it slow. In such a relaxing setting, there was no major rush and plenty of time to pursue such intimate efforts.
Betsy and Kwannon get things going, providing a taste of the pampering they promised. Kwannon focused on Scott, sitting on his lap with her toned legs hitched over his thighs. The Japanese beauty kept things simple, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him into a sensuous kiss. As he kissed back, she guided his hands to various parts of her naked body, giving special focus to her breasts and butt. At the same time, she kept her shapely legs hitched over his thighs, purposefully rubbing her smooth skin against his penis under the water. Naturally, it began to harden under such careful efforts.
Betsy used a similar approach with Jean. While she watched her husband make out with a Japanese woman, Betsy leaned in close and offered gentle massages. She started with a light shoulder rub, throwing in some sensual kissing around her neck. Betsy also didn’t hesitate to focus on her breasts, showing remarkable comfort in giving another woman such intimate touching. She must have learned quite a bit during her intimate mingling with Kwannon in the Astral Plane.
As Jean relaxed under the British woman’s touch, the massages became more targeted. She leaned in closer, their naked skin touching more and more with every effort. Betsy kept her lips occupied on Jean’s neck while steadily guiding her hand down the beautiful redhead’s body until she reached her inner thighs. As soon as her hand grazed over her soft outer folds, she stepped up the intensity.
“Mmm…I like this kind of pampering,” Jean said, reacting strongly to Betsy’s touch.
“I can tell,” said Betsy with a playful snicker. “From what I’ve heard, you and your husband have quite an appetite for such pampering.”
“You heard correctly,” the beautiful redhead replied.
While Betsy continued fondling Jean’s pussy under the water, Jean decided to play a more active role. She lightly cupped Betsy’s chin and drew into a kiss. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, either. Jean kissed her long and hard, using plenty of tongue. It got Betsy more excited. It also motivated her to fondle Jean more intensely, shoving her fingers into her folds and applying more pressure to her clit.
Such an erotic sight did not go unnoticed. Even while Scott kept kissing Kwannon and exploring her naked body with his hands, he saw his wife heating up the mood. The serene music kept playing and the thick scent of incest continued permeating the area, but desire for a different kind of pampering was growing. It didn’t take long for it to boil over.
“So much desire,” Kwannon commented, who noticed Jean’s actions as well. “Your wife did not do justice to how strong it is.”
“She’s humble in that respect,” said Scott, “although she can get animated.”
“Speak for yourself,” said the Japanese woman with a seductive grin. “You may have great humility, but you still communicate your desires in many ways…some more obvious than others.”
She rubbed her thigh up against his dick a little harder, reminding him that he was already fully erect. Scott didn’t need to say much at that point. With a seductive grin of his own, he followed those desires towards greater intimacy.
“Looks like I’ve got my hands full here, luv,” said Betsy within her heated embrace with Jean. “Think you can handle that American stud?”
“I know I can,” said Kwannon confidently. “An honorable warrior never leaves and honorable lover unsatisfied.”
“Wise words to live by,” commented Jean. “Think you can be just as honorable in getting me off, Betsy?”
“I’m British, Jean. When I’m motivated, I just love to overachieve!”
The two beautiful women resumed their messy make-out session and intimate fondling. While they shook up the waters of the hut tub, Kwannon adjusted her efforts, along with the arrangement of their naked bodies.
Still holding onto his neck, the Japanese woman straddled his waist, planting both knees at his sides while he remained in a sitting position. While gazing into his eyes with focused lust, she aligned her pelvis with his erect cock under the water. He soon felt her hot folds against the tip of his manhood. With an intensity worthy of any skilled warrior, she thrust her hips downward, driving his into her pussy. That feeling of hot, womanly flesh surrounding his member unleashed a torrent of new sensations.
Those sensations once again shifted the overall mood of the spa. There would be no more relaxing. This was a domain of sex, desire, and ecstasy.
“Oohhh!” Scott gasped. “Kwannon…so honored.”
Kwannon smiled at his reaction. She captured his lips in another soft kiss. As their lips meshed, she began moving her hips, riding his cock to evoke more waves of sensations.
As he and Kwannon engaged in their intimate union, Betsy took her task with Jean just as seriously. After plenty of kissing, touching, and fingering, she had Jean fully aroused and eager for some sensations of her own. To achieve this, she took Jean by the hips, elevated her lower body so that it hovered just above the water line. Betsy then positioned herself between the other woman’s legs, holding them apart to get a good view of her pussy.
“I’m still new to proper cunnilingus,” said the British, “but I’m a quick learner.”
Licking her lips in anticipation, Betsy hungrily buried her face between Jean’s thighs. With the same intensity she’d shown with Kwannon on the Astral Plane, she gave the beautiful redhead the kind of oral sex that filled the spa with her blissful cries.
“Oohhh! You do learn quickly!” Jean squealed.
Now holding onto the edge of the hot tub, Jean closed her eyes and held on while Betsy did much of the work. She mirrored Kwannon’s determination and focus. She treated pleasuring Jean as critical as any mission with STRIKE. Just as Kwannon did with him, Betsy flooded her partner with an onslaught of sensations.
‘I’m also a telepath,’ Betsy told her while her mouth was occupied. ‘I can sense what gets you wet and wild. Let’s use that! It can only help.’
She made sure Scott heard that too. Kwannon also picked up on it. She must sensed his desire for more targeted touching and heavy tongue. As she rode him hard, she guided his hands to her well-toned butt. Scott eagerly squeezed it, using his arm strength to supplement her every motion. As the fleshly entwinement grew in intensity, he opted to use that strength even more.
Using his firm grip on her butt to his advantage, Scott lifted the Japanese beauty up in his arms and held her up in the center of the hot tub. Instinct quickly took over. She hooked her powerful legs around his waist, their lips never parting and his member remaining inside her depths. Through a careful coordination of leg and arm strength, their naked bodies rocked and bounced in a heated rhythm.
Her wet naked body meshed with his, her breasts pressing against his chest while her pussy slithered up and down his member. Her focus never waned. Her desire complimented his. Such hot, steamy sex soon brought him to the brink of orgasm.
“Kwannon…I’m close,” Scott gasped.
“As am I,” she whispered into his ear. “Please…fill me with your warmth.”
Just as he neared his orgasmic threshold, Jean’s moans intensified. She was close as well, as if Betsy coordinated with Kwannon to get them off at the same time. Given the recent mingling of their minds and bodies, it seemed oddly fitting.
“Ooh! Right there, Betsy!” Jean cried out. “Just like that! I’m so…so close!”
Betsy’s focus didn’t waiver, either. She kept licking and probing the other woman’s pussy, flicking her tongue within her folds while using her fingers to supplement the stimulation. Through telepathic coordination, she found Jean’s most sensitive spots. She applied just the right among of pressure and touch, even as Jean’s body shifted and writhed to the flood of pleasure.
Once she neared the brink, her legs bent back and her toes curled in anticipation. Betsy still didn’t let up. She still probed her heat with her tongue and let basic female anatomy do the rest. Just as she neared her release, Scott got his with Kwannon. Together, they filled the luxurious spa with a symphony of orgasmic moans.
“Oohhh fuck!” Scott grunted.
“Ohhh yes!” Jean moaned.
Jean’s body writhed while Scott’s shuddered under the weight of his release. The furious body movements steadied as their ecstasy took form and substance.
Scott buried his face in Kwannon’s neck, clinging to her butt harder as his member throbbed inside her tight heat. He felt her inner muscles squeeze his manhood as he released his load of fluid into her depths. It showed how close she was to coming, as well. Being an honorable man, and knowing how much she valued honor, he made sure he brought her into that world of bliss as well.
While he took in the feeling, he continued the steady motions. That extra contact and the added warmth inside her pussy helped send the Japanese woman over the edge as well. He sensed it when Kwannon dug her nails into his shoulders and let out a deep moan as she got her share of the ecstasy too.
“An honorable man…deserves the affection of an honorable woman,” Kwannon said to him softly.
Her sentiment was kind. Betsy’s was much more overt as she took Jean over the edge, keeping her tongue and fingers busy while the redhead climaxed under her touch. Betsy even held Jean’s naked body up while her womanhood throbbed under the orgasmic onslaught. The British woman even licked up traces of Jean’s feminine juices, never once losing that intensity in her gaze.
Even in her orgasmic state, Jean was impressed. She laughed in between her euphoric moans, her expression awash with utter joy as she indulged in the fruits of Betsy’s bold pampering. The British woman laughed with her as she helped her settle back into the hot tub. If she’d really set out to overachieve, then she definitely succeeded.
“I think…you’ve made your point,” said Jean breathlessly, “both of you.”
“Loud and clear,” Scott in agreement.
“Oh? And what point is that?” said Betsy as she wiped the feminine juices from her face.
“That you can go the extra mile…do more than anyone thought possible,” said Jean. “Whether it’s reforming the Hand or giving great oral sex, you can handle it.”
“And handle it honorably,” added Scott.
The two women smiled proudly. They also exchanged accomplished glances. For two women who’d only recently met, they accomplished quite a bit. Betsy and Kwannon came from different parts of the world, but were uniquely ambitious. They’d proven that in so many ways and didn’t seem inclined to stop.
“Just for that, we intend to belabor our point,” said Betsy.
“We never intended anything less,” said Kwannon.
“Really? What’s that entail?” asked Jean, still excited after her orgasm.
“You’re about to find out,” said Betsy.
Kwannon gave Scott one last sensual kiss before withdrawing from their embrace, his dick withdrawing from her pussy as well. While he sat back down in the hot tub, Betsy helped Jean settle before joining Scott, mirroring Kwannon’s approach from earlier and sitting on his lap. While he welcomed the British woman’s embrace, Kwannon approached Jean with a lustful glint in her eyes.
“Your husband is a good lover. Betsy is quite good at giving oral sex,” said Kwannon as she drew Jean into an embrace. “To give you worthy satisfaction, I intend to take a unique approach.”
“How unique?” Jean asked curiously.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” the Japanese woman said with seductive intensity.
Scott couldn’t help but share his wife’s curiosity, but Betsy kept him occupied. He was still enjoying the afterglow of his first peak, but he hadn’t forgotten that the British woman had yet to share in the orgasmic joy. She deserved that satisfaction as well and she too had her own approach.
“As good as I am with pussy, I still prefer a good knob,” said Betsy curtly. “Care to see me overachieve again with yours?”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Scott in a mannerly tone that made the British woman laugh.
She proceeded to kiss and make out with him, just as Kwannon had done earlier. He could still taste Jean’s pussy on her breath. That helped rouse his desires once more. Betsy was also less gentle, eagerly pressing her naked body against his, taking full advantage of her sizable breasts. While they made out, she reached down under the water and firmly stroked his cock. Under her more assertive touch, it began hardening again.
As Betsy set the mood with him, Kwannon took a similar approach with Jean. She kissed, fondled, and groped the other woman’s naked body, just as Betsy had done. She was a bit more careful, focusing on getting Jean back in the mood. It didn’t take long for the desired effect to take hold. Jean was still as curious as she was horny.
The two women were still coordinating, albeit subtly. It might not have just been via telepathy, either. They clearly had a plan. So far, it had been a good plan. He and Jean were plenty eager to see it through.
“Sit up here,” said Kwannon, patting the ledge just above the hot tub.
“You too, handsome,” said Betsy, making a similar gesture.
Not bothering with pointless questions, Scott and Jean obliged. Scott sat up on the ledge of the hot tub so that he legs dangled into the water. Jean did the same. They both leaned back on their arms in anticipation, watching the two beautiful women carry out their lurid efforts.
Betsy’s approach wasn’t too novel. With the same playful spirit she’d shown earlier, she knelt down to give Scott oral sex. His dick was already half-erect, so she once again used her ample breasts, pressing his member between her fleshy mounds while using her tongue to tease the tip. After getting the blood flowing, she took his entire length into her mouth. As she’d done with Jean, she demonstrated uncanny ability with her lips and tongue.
“Ooh Betsy,” Scott gasped as fresh sensations washed over him. “Keep overachieving…just like that.”
While the British woman got the oral rhythm going, Kwannon showed took a different approach. Initially, she teased Jean with the same intimate touching as Betsy, slipping her hand between her legs and stroking her outer folds. She also put her lips to good use, kissing down Jean’s neck and trailing along her cleavage. When she gave Jean’s nipples a light lick, she shuddered with delight. That helped get her more aroused, but that only set the stage for a bolder effort.
“You’re wet again already,” said Kwannon. “That’s good. I can now show you a lesser-known aspect of my skills.”
“Does it involve your tongue?” Jean joked, still excited by all the touching.
“No, it does not,” she replied. “You see, my mutant power gives me the ability to form psionic blades. I was trained by the Hand to wield them as deadly weapons. However, in my personal time, I trained myself to use them for something very different.”
Then, in a demonstration that evoked a new kind of excitement, Kwannon formed a psychic blade in her right hand. However, it didn’t take the shape of the same blades she’d wielded in combat. Instead, it took the shape of a large, erect penis. In fact, it looked almost identical to Scott’s penis when it stood fully erect.
Jean’s eyes lit up at such a sight. Even Scott noticed, even while getting his dick sucked. He couldn’t help but watch as Kwannon trailed the psionic cock down Jean’s torso. Kwannon even teased her with it, tickling her with the tip as it inched closer to her inner thighs. It heightened her arousal to such an extent that she projected some of it towards him.
“Wow!” Jean said in amazing. “A big, hard dick, formed completely out of psionic energy.”
“It feels even better than it looks,” said Kwannon, “and I’m about to prove that. Because I’m going to fuck you with it.”
“I was going to ask politely, but since you’ve already skipped a couple steps…”
Jean’s words trailed off as they became less necessary. Now leaning back further, she spread her legs wider so Kwannon could go to work. With the same focus she’d shown with Scott, the skilled assassin guided the psionic penis towards her wet entrance. She was still very aroused and brimming with desire. Kwannon still proceeded tactfully, carefully inserting the glowing appendage into her vagina. Jean’s reaction was just as vocal as before.
“Oohhh! That dick! It’s different, but I…I like it!” Jean cooed.
“It gets better. That, I assure you,” Kwannon told her.
Before she could ask questions, the purple-haired woman began fucking her with it. With focused skill, she pumped the well-shaped cock within her folds. She started slow, as if to get a feel for Jean’s inner anatomy. She steadily increased the pace and Jean’s body reacted accordingly. Before long, she was writhing in pleasure, struggling to hold herself up.
Seeing Jean’s erotic reaction sent Scott’s arousal soaring as well. It was such a strange sight, watching his wife get fucked by a psonic penis molded after his own. It suddenly made sense as to why Kwannon had sex with him first. She learned the intricacies of his anatomy so she could please Jean. Everything about that put a smile on his face.
“Mmm…I can tell you enjoy watching,” Betsy commented after giving his cock a few more oral gestures.
“Yeah…I do,” said Scott, not taking his eyes off Jean.
“That’s okay. I don’t mind. It’s a hell of a sight!” she said jokingly. “Here, I’ll make sure you have a perfect view while you enjoy a little British pussy.”
She made it sound so practical. Scott would’ve laughed if he weren’t so turned on. With the burning desire to channel all that sexual energy, he went along with Betsy while she accommodated him.
She stood up in the hot tub, giving him a nice view of her naked body. She must have been fingering herself while sucking him off because her pussy was fully aroused. With a playful gesture, she turned around, gave her butt a light swat, and bent over so that he could fuck her from behind while watching Jean get fucked by Kwannon’s psionic dick. Scott eagerly seized the opportunity.
Moving urgently, he got behind Betsy and aligned his rigid cock with her hot folds. He kept his eye on Jean, who gave him a playful wink while she was being fucked. His grin widened as he thrust his hips forward, entered Betsy’s tight pussy, and began rocking her naked body with a succession of heavy thrusts.
She was so hot and tight. Scott felt her depths tighten around his hard flesh as he pumped his member inside her. He quickly realized that Betsy liked it rougher than Kwannon. She really enjoyed the kind of hard, heated sex that filled the spa with decadent sounds.
“Ooh! Oh Fuck! Fuck yes!” Betsy panted. “Fuck that British pussy, luv! Fuck it good!”
Scott replied with heavier grunts. He also leaned over a bit more, reaching around to squeeze her swaying breasts and fondle her swollen clit. Betsy clung to the edge of the tub, rocking and writhing in accord with every movement. As much as she enjoyed their hard sex, she too was taken by the sight of Kwannon fucking Jean in such a novel way.
“You’ll have to forgive my friend. She has a rather dirty mouth,” said Kwannon. “I prefer to let my actions speak for me.”
“Oohhh! And I like what they’re saying!” Jean moaned.
Kwannon’s grin widened as she pumped the psionic dick inside her even harder. She might have been critical of Betsy’s language, but she didn’t object to the mood they conveyed. She made a concerted effort to fuck Jean with the same intensity as Betsy and Scott’s sex. Profanity aside, it worked beautifully.
The spa reverberated with the echoes of more blissful cries. Betsy and Jean were very vocal. They even eyed each other a few times, as if to challenge who could be louder. It didn’t distract Scott and Kwannon for doing their jobs. Scott kept hammering away at Betsy’s pussy, his pelvis smacking against her butt and churning up the water. Kwannon kept pumping Jean with that psionic dick, watching her writhe and shudder at the sensations that followed.
The relaxing ambience had fully given way to a world of sex, ecstasy, and connection. There were no reservations. The connections had been made. They got stronger with every intimate gesture. As they each neared another orgasmic peak, those same connections that once seemed so risky became more certain.
Betsy, having not had her taste of the ecstasy, approached hers first. She’d been so generous and giving to her guests since they arrived. It was only fair that she got a proportional reward and Scott was prepared to give it to her.
“I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m going to fucking come!” Betsy exclaimed.
“I…I’m close too,” said Jean panted.
“Watch me, luv!” she said intently. “Watch me while I come…while we watch you.”
The British woman led the push into that blissful world. She leaned in closer, bending over more so that Jean could see her and Scott when she peaked. Scott once again went along with it, shifting his grip to her waist and thrusting with greater fervor to send her past the brink. He watched on too, enjoying his role in this intimate spectacle.
“Oohhh fucking hell yes!” Betsy exclaimed.
For a brief moment, her orgasmic cry echoed over every other noise in the area. She threw her head back, looked Jean right in the eye as her face contorted to the rush of pleasure that came over her. Scott had to slow his movements as her inner muscles contracted hard around his dick, so much so that it got him to the brink again as well. Between that and the lurid visuals, Jean looked eager to join too.
Kwannon definitely sensed that. She slowed the pumping action with the psionic dick. She also adjusted its shape, causing it to thicken and glow brighter inside Jean’s pussy. That added extra pressure that helped get Jean over the edge, as well.
“Oohhh fuck yes!” Jean moaned out, mirroring Betsy’s profane rhetoric.
She spread her legs wider, grabbed one of her breasts, and arched her lower back as the feeling washed over her. It was a very novel, very different way to engage intimately, but the result was just as euphoric.
Kwannon kept the psionic dick inside her. She kept moving it slowly and carefully, stimulating all the right nerves within Jean’s depths. It helped extend the orgasmic bliss. Watching Jean take it all in was quite a sight, so much so that Scott barely got to let anyone know that he was close to coming as well.
That didn’t matter in the end. A deep, masculine grunt sent the message. He shifted his grip to Betsy’s butt, delivered the last round of thrusts, and indulged in the release that followed, his member throbbing inside the British woman’s pussy as he filled her depths. Her still-throbbing womanhood soaked it up. As they each savored the sensations, she rose up so they could enjoy another naked embrace.
“Wow! That was…an experience,” said Jean breathlessly.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” said Kwannon. “It got me through many lonely nights.”
“That’s sounds so kinky, yet so practical,” said Scott.
“Of course, you’d appreciate that, Slim,” Jean teased.
“A practical man with an appreciation for kink?” said Betsy coyly. “That makes him even more of a catch in my book.”
“That, it does,” said Jean.
The two women laughed together. Jean, still glowing with orgasmic delight, joined the embrace. Within it, she drew Scott into a kiss, showing some appreciation of her own. He readily reciprocated. Even after having sex with two beautiful women, he never missed an opportunity to appreciate his wife’s affections.
It left Betsy and Kwannon feeling envious, but that didn’t stop them from joining. The two women stood with them, sharing in a four-way naked embrace and a chaotic exchange of kisses. It incurred more laughter, as well as more intimate touching. The sensual mood they’d created remained strong, as did the desire to share it.
“I hope you two aren’t done celebrating with us,” said Betsy. “If we’re going to overachieve in reorganizing the hand, we should do the same with pampering our honored guests.”
“Well, like we said, we don’t oppose excessive pampering,” said Jean.
“And you two are remarkably good at it,” added Scott. “So…”
He let his words trail off as he guided his hands around the bodies of the naked women in his grasp. The abundance of so much womanly flesh kept his desire strong. Kwannon and Betsy didn’t let up in their efforts, either. They offered him more sensual gestures, pawing his chest and feeling up Jean’s hot flesh. He could already feel himself getting aroused again.
“So, let us keep celebrating,” said Kwannon, as though it were the most pragmatic thing in the world. “I’m certain we can find other ways to indulge our desires.”
“Or we could just keep fucking,” said Betsy. “That might be easier.”
“Why don’t we just play it by ear?” Jean suggested. “We’ve got two telepaths, a skilled ninja, and a handsome stud of a man with uncanny stamina. I’m sure we’ll think of something.”
“I already have a few tactics in mind,” said Scott, “but I’ll gladly go along with whatever our wonderful hosts prefer.”
“Such good manners, even in the presence of three naked women,” said Betsy. “We just have to reward that.”
“And we certainly will,” said Kwannon.
The two beautiful women continued their ambitious effort. They brought him and Jean into another four-way kiss with plenty of sensual touching. It started playful, but quickly got more heated, triggering a fresh round of shared desire. Having become so intimately familiar with one another, they didn’t need much guidance. They just followed those desires to more ecstasy.
It quickly got a bit chaotic. After all the kissing and touching, Scott felt his dick harden again. Sensing it, all three women dropped to their knees and took turns sucking it. It made for yet another erotic sight that captivated the former X-Men leader.
They all picked up on that and dared to push it. At one point, Jean and Betsy mashed their breasts together to tit-fuck Scott. Kwannon even managed to squeeze in, using her tongue to tease the tip in the process. When they all weren’t trying to lick his member at once, they took turns while two women made out on the side. It kept the intimacy strong while intensifying the arousal.
“No more competition. No more comparisons,” Jean said at one point. “Let’s just have some sexy fun!”
“Sexy fun,” Betsy repeated. “I like that!”
From there, the chaos escalated. All three women bent over the edge of the hot tub, giving Scott a perfect view of their butts and a veritable buffy of sex. He used that as an opportunity to show that he could multitask too. He ended up fucking Jean while using one hand to fondle Betsy and the other to finger Kwannon. Before long, he had all three women moaning blissfully.
He then began alternating, switching between fucking one woman in her pussy while fondling the other two with his hands. It didn’t just impress the three women. It brought them to the cusp of another orgasm.
“Such skilled hands!” Kwannon gasped while she got fingered.
“And a great dick!” Betsy gasped while getting fucked.
“What can I say? My husband has it all!” Jean said proudly.
Each woman climaxed again in short succession. After indulging in more ecstasy, they practically pounced on Scott to show their appreciation. Betsy and Kwannon took turns riding his cock, reverse cowgirl as he sat on the ledge of the tub. Jean made sure she was riding him when he achieved a climax of his own, giving her a fresh load of his come.
After that, more heated foreplay followed. Other basic sex acts followed. Kwannon and Betsy put on more erotic displays for Scott and Jean, making out in the center of the pool where Kwannon formed another psionic dick that she used to fuck Betsy. That prompted Jean to lay Scott on the nearby ledge, get on top of him, and ride his cock again while Kwannon fucked her ass with one of her psionic dicks. That got her coming again in short order.
“Yes!” the beautiful redhead exclaimed. “This is my kind of fun…my kind of reward.”
Scott cast her a beaming smile, giving her a messy kiss before continuing the sexy celebration. Fueled by lust, desire, and creativity, their chaotic fun took many forms that led to many shared rounds of ecstasy. It reflected the power of their new correction, as well as their desire to enjoy it.
Whatever form it took, the underlying sentiment only deepened. Kwannon and Betsy had such a daunting task ahead of them in reforming the hand, but they had the will and fortitude to do what was necessary. It showed in their approach to sex as much as it showed in their resolve. It made every blissful touch, thrust, moan, and release all the more satisfying.
‘They can do this, Scott. They can reform the Hand. I believe in them,’ Jean told her husband after another shared orgasm.
‘I believe it too, Jean,’ Scott replied. ‘They’re going to achieve amazing things and we’re going to help them.’
That growing confidence was secured as the final round of sexy celebrations concluded. By then, Scott and Jean had exhausted their passions to such an extent that they needed some time in a relaxing spa to recuperate. That didn’t stop Kwannon and Betsy from bringing them to one last peak.
It had Jean riding his dick again, cowgirl style. Betsy was straddling his face so he could eat her out while Kwannon used a psionic dick to fuck Jean’s ass one more time. They kept the pace slow and steady, easing themselves past that final threshold. Jean got hers first. Scott got his shortly after. When they each let out their last gasp of ecstasy, their two hosts made sure they settled into a state of utter contentment.
“Easy, luv. You’ve done your part and had your fill,” Betsy said as she helped Scott slip deeper into the hot tub.
“You’ve indulged your flesh. Now, relax your spirit,” said Kwannon.
Scott and Jean replied with gracious grins as the spa fell silent. There was only the sound of heavy breathing alongside the relaxing music that still played through the stereo system. Betsy and Kwannon stood proud in their accomplishment while Scott and Jean just enjoyed the mood. Once Kwannon withdrew the psionic dick and Scott withdrew from Betsy, they met again in the center of the hot tub.
“That…is a hell of a way to celebrate a new partnership,” said Jean, still catching her breath. “And it’s not even the first time we’ve celebrated with sex.”
“So I’ve heard,” said Betsy.
“But being fucked by a psionic dick…that’s a first,” the redhead laughed.
“And one you clearly enjoyed,” said Scott. “Can I assume we’re in for some specialized training when we get back?”
“You know it, love!” said Jean. “The way it felt inside me…that’s something I won’t soon forget.”
“It is more memorable than a signature and handshake. That is for certain,” said Kwannon wryly as she sat next to Jean in the tub.
“I’ll say!” said Jean. “Just be sure to invite us for any future celebrations involving the Hand and X-Corp.”
“We certainly will, luv. You’ve us plenty of reason to enjoy our new partnership,” said Betsy, offering her and Scott a playful tease.
The four of them laughed and embraced, feeling both relaxed and comfortable in their intimate company. The Hand still had a long way to go in terms of gaining the trust of others and establishing themselves as an honorable organization. After nearly losing everything, Kwannon and Betsy had taken on that challenge. Now, Scott and Jean were convinced that they were the right women for the job.
Siberia, Russia – Rasputin Residence
“Are you sure I cannot change your mind, snowflake? I believe you will enjoy America,” said the concerned, yet caring voice of Piotr Rasputin over the phone.
“I am sure, big brother…for now,” replied Illyana Rasputin, doing her best to allay her brother’s concerns.
“For now?” he questioned.
“Yes, that is as much as I’m willing to say,” she said, “mostly because I cannot lie to you. These new powers…these mutant powers…they are still new to me. I’m just starting to understand them. And I certainly do not understand them enough to leave my home.”
A difficult silence fell on the secure phone line that Charles Xavier installed in her home before Piotr left to join the X-Men. He offered it as a means to ensure Piotr could keep in touch with his family and it got plenty of use. Piotr called her and their parents on a regular basis, no matter what was going on with the X-Men.
There was rarely much to report from their family farm in Siberia. Few of the conflicts that Piotr faced with the X-Men ever affected places as far as Lake Baikal. That didn’t used to be an issue. Leaving after his mutant powers manifested – while saving her from a runaway tractor, no less – gave him an opportunity that he never would’ve gotten if he’d stayed on the farm. That changed when Illyana started showing signs of mutant abilities as well.
As she held the phone to her ear, waiting for her brother to respond, she looked down at her hand. In her uncertain state, it started glowing with yellowish energy. Several areas in front of her began glowing as well, forming little holes in the air around her. At first, she thought they were nightmares or just a byproduct of eating expired soup. Charles Xavier recently confirmed from afar that, like her brother, she was a mutant. Despite her young age, her powers were manifesting.
They weren’t quite sure what kind of powers she had. Charles Xavier said it had something to do with spatial manipulation, which Illyana barely understood, even after Piotr translated it into Russian. It caused quite a few disruptions, knocking out some windows and damaging her bed. However, unlike when Piotr saved her from the tractor, it hadn’t caused a public stir.
Being younger than her brother and not wanting to leave her parents, Illyana preferred staying in the only home she’d ever known. She wanted to get a hold of her powers on her own before deciding what to do with them. She knew her overprotective brother preferred her moving to America, but Illyana wasn’t ready to make that leap.
“You’ve always been strong, Illyana,” said Piotr, finally breaking the silence, “strong and steadfast in your resolve.”
“You’ve no one to blame but yourself, big brother,” she said with a grin. “You, mama, and papa push through every challenge, never letting others bear the burden. What sort of Rasputin would I be if I did not do the same?”

“A bold one,” he replied, laughing over the phone, “far bolder than the rest of us. But there are times when that burden should be shared.”
“I agree. And I promise you, Piotr. The day it becomes too much will be the day I reach out to you. Because I know you’ll be there. You always have been. Just give me a chance to get there on my own.”
Piotr sighed over the phone. Illyana could sense him shaking his head, but still smiling with those caring eyes. To so many others, he was this big, imposing Russian farm boy. To her, he was her sweet, gentle brother whose heart was as soft as Russian snow. He showed her what true strength was before he became a mutant. She valued that strength as much as any young Russian.
She knew he still preferred to be by her side. She also knew that Piotr always honored her wishes.
“Very well,” said Piotr. “I trust you to do what you believe is right. But if something happens, please call me.”
“If it’s as serious as an oncoming tractor, then you will be the first to know,” Illyana assured him. “I promise.”
“Thank you, snowflake. Give mama and papa a hug for me. I love you.”
“I love you too, big brother.”
With a sigh and a smile, Illyana hung up the phone. She had a feeling that she and her brother would have similar conversations in the future. Even if she gained full control of her powers, Piotr wasn’t going to stop worrying about her. That was what big brothers did.
Trusting her brother to worry from afar, she got off her bed and prepared to meet her parents for dinner. They’d stepped out an hour ago to gather potatoes from the barn. They expected her to set the table and put a pot of water on the stove.
Illyana was about to open her bedroom door and exit her room. Suddenly, both her hands began glowing, just as they’d done before when her powers flared up. Groaning to herself, the young Russian took a step back and tried to regain control. However, unlike her previous flare ups, something felt different.
This wasn’t some nightmare. It wasn’t an overly stressful situation, either. Something was provoking her powers, but she had no idea what it was.
“Aagghh! My hands! What is going on?!” Illyana groaned.
As she stumbled back towards her bed, the flaring energy shot out from her hands and formed a large rectangular wall of light. It appeared over her bedroom door, as if to create another door that led to somewhere other than the kitchen of her small family home. She tried to close it, but it was no use.
While she struggled, she heard footsteps from behind the glowing doorway. From the glowing light, a presence emerged.
“So this is the hapless soul Belasco mentioned in his journal,” said an ominous female voice. “A little young, but I see potential!”
That voice sent shivers down Illyana’s spine. For a Russian farm girl, that was no easy feat.
Her hands still glowing, she watched a redheaded woman wearing the gaudiest attire she’d ever seen enter her room. She had the gaze that could freeze an entire lake and a grin that could frighten a hungry bear. Falling back towards her bed, the young Russian still looked up at her with defiance.
“Who are you? How did you get here?” Illyana demanded.
“So brave, for a child. I’m liking you more and more,” the woman laughed. “I know you have questions. Few of them matter. All you need to know is that your destiny was linked to my creator. Now, I am taking that destiny for my own.”
“To hell with your destiny!” Illyana spat. “Leave now and I won’t call my brother! He can smash a tractor with his bare hands!”
“Oh I know all about your brother,” the woman said. “I know how much he and your parents would notice if you went missing. Thankfully, I’ve prepared for that in ways my creator was too stupid to imagine.”
As the woman walked towards her, casting her haunting shadow over her room, another figure emerged from the doorway. It was almost as terrifying.
The figure was her or someone who looked exactly like her. A young blond girl who looked and dressed just like her came up behind the redheaded woman, her expression as vacant as desolate field. It was like looking in a mirror, but she saw no soul in that girl. She saw only a vessel meant to resemble her.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” the redhead said while lovingly caressing the other girl’s face. “Dr. Warren’s cloning techniques have really improved. And thanks to the five powerful telepaths at my disposal, she has your memories, mannerisms, and feelings. She’ll make sure you and your brother never miss you.”
“No!” Illyana shouted, anger and dread taking over. “Whoever you are, you will not take me! I won’t…”
Before she could get out another word, something hit Illyana that caused her to freeze where she stood. The woman’s eyes flashed bright red. In that instant, Illyana felt every muscle in every limb tense. She couldn’t move. She could barely breath. It was as though she’d grabbed hold of her body, if not her soul.
As she stood frozen, the redheaded woman retrieved a glowing red stone and held it up. Looking up at it, the glowing energy around her hands intensified. Illyana felt drawn to the stone. Every thought, feeling, and desire suddenly centered around that stone. It disgusted Illyana, but she could not escape it.
“I think you’re misheard me, Ms. Rasputin,” the woman said. “Your destiny is already set. It cannot be changed. Not for either of us.”
“My destiny,” Illyana stammered. “But…”
The glowing stone flashed and she fell silent again. Now on her knees, looking up at the redheaded woman with both disgust and reverence, Illyana Rasputin felt her resolve fail her.
“The bloodstone has spoken,” she said. “As have I, the Goblin Queen. Your power, your soul, and your fate are now mine to guide. Come with me, Illyana Rasputin. Come and embrace a far greater purpose!”
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