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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 18: Magical Musings

AN: This will be the last chapter in this particular volume. As such, a significant amount of time has passed between the first chapter and this one. I’m going to keep it vague for now, but I will say it’s been at least two years.
Limbo – Domain of S’ym
Innocence was a rare and precious thing. Some fought desperately to protect it while others lose it before they can ever appreciate its beauty. It rarely took much to taint it, but a strong soul could endure. A select few could even grow stronger. However, when innocence was utterly shattered, even the strongest souls often failed.
Illyana Rasputin once had as innocent a soul as any child growing up on a Siberian farm. Her mother once described her as a beacon of warmth in a frozen wasteland. She would not describe her as such anymore.
Her brother, Piotr, fought with his considerable strength to protect that innocence from an unforgiving world. Unfortunately, he failed. It wasn’t his fault. She didn’t blame him or her parents. Forces far powerful than his colossal strength had worked against them.
Illyana accepted she was never meant to remain innocent. Destiny had other plans for her. She just never could’ve imagined they could be so dark and perverse. Her worst nightmares and greatest fears couldn’t have prepared her for what she faced now. A cruel fate, guided in large part by the Goblin Queen, ultimately led her to the presence of a demon.
“So this is the fabled Darkchilde,” said S’ym, the insidious demon who ruled this particular domain of Limbo. “I must say I’m intrigued, yet unimpressed.”
“I had a feeling you’d say that,” said the Goblin Queen with folded arms and a smug grin. “Demons aren’t known for their standards, but you like to set yourself apart.”
“Says the woman who has done more to disrupt Limbo than any demon ever dared,” the creature replied.
“What you call disruption, I call creative chaos,” she quipped. “Ms. Rasputin was always going to be a part of it. She’s just doing it on my terms now.”
“That both intrigues and concerns me.”
“You speak as though I give a damn,” the Goblin Queen scoffed.
The demonic figure scowled, but the Goblin Queen just grinned in response. There weren’t many forces in Limbo that could intimate a demon like S’ym. Madelyne Pryor had utterly upended the foundations of this desolate realm. No one was in a position to oppose her. The only options were to get out of her way or become her ally. S’ym had a rare opportunity and did not have the luxury of ignoring it.
Illyana was part of it. Standing beside the Goblin Queen, wearing only tattered blackish rags as a top and underwear, she had even fewer choices than S’ym. She tried not to make eye-contact with the creature, but she couldn’t afford to show weakness. After all the time she’d spent in Limbo, her soul had become numb to such weakness.
‘Her terms. Her desires. Her plans,’ the young Russian mused solemnly. ‘She controls everything and everyone around her. Yet, she loves causing chaos wherever she goes. She is truly mad and I’m about to make it worse.’
It sickened her, knowing she was poised to aid the Goblin Queen in her insane endeavors. Looking down at herself, she barely recognized who she’d become. That innocent little girl who once played happily in the snow was long gone. In her place was a young woman who was about to lose what little innocence she had left.
Just being in Limbo strained her mind and broke her soul. She learned shortly after her arrival that time flowed differently in this demonic domain. Whereas a single day might pass back home in Russia, several months passed in Limbo. S’ym had even shown her visions of her family back home. As far as they knew, only a few months had passed since she was taken. They also didn’t know she was missing, either. In her place, that clone the Goblin Queen had created mimicked her perfectly. Images of that little girl hugging her parents and brother were painful to watch.
That was entirely on purpose. Neither S’ym nor the Goblin Queen hid that. It told her that nobody was coming to rescue her. Nobody even thought she was gone. Her life was in Limbo now and it unfolded like a nightmare that just became increasingly real with each passing day.
Those days turned into weeks.
Those weeks became months.
Those months became years.
Now, Illyana Rasputin was a full-bodied teenager. She wasn’t even sure how old she was. The development of her body – from her breasts to her hips to her voice to her pubic hair – made her old enough to be a young woman. Beyond the physical, that young woman had become something darker than the care-free little girl that her brother once adored.
“You need not concern yourself with the messy details,” the Goblin Queen went on. “Belasco saw her potential. Her mutant ability to create portals meant she could become a bridge between his world and Limbo. She just needed the right training.”
“And I still would’ve preferred that he offer that training,” said S’ym, “but you just had to kill him.”
“Had to? Chose to? Wanted to? It doesn’t matter,” the Goblin Queen said with a shrug. “I’ve kept her in Limbo all these years, training her to be the Darkchilde she was meant to become. It hasn’t been easy. Your so-called tutors kept trying to eat her.”
“And I skewered them all, just as you requested,” said S’ym, rolling his eyes.
“But you cannot overlook the results,” she continued. “She survived that training. She even thrived in it. As her connection to the Bloodstone has deepened, her power has grown. She’s ready to claim her destiny.”
“That’s merely your conclusion, Madelyne Pryor. Queen or not, I’m still the final judge. I helped Belasco forge your tainted soul. I must be the one to vindicate this unholy assessment.”
The creature rose up from his throne-like seat. Doing so sent cold gusts throughout the chamber. In her limited attire, she shivered and hugged her shoulders. Looking up at the creature, a mix of dread and hatred came over her. Even by demon standards, S’ym was an imposing creature. He was almost as tall as her brother, bearing hulking muscles, reddish purple skin, and claw-like nails on his fingers and feet. His ogre-like complexion and fang-like made him more terrifying. As a girl, Illyana had nightmares about monsters, but none did justice to the being before her.
“Look at me, Illyana Rasputin,” S’ym said in an authoritative voice.
Another gust swept through the chamber. In S’ym’s domain, every thought and action incurred an impact. His power here was absolute. Even with all her power and training, there was no escaping. The Goblin Queen knew it too. She cast her a knowing grin before stepping back, leaving her in the intimidating presence of this powerful creature.
“Your destiny was tied to the bloodstone. Your body and soul were brought here to realize its power,” said S’ym. “We’ve trained you in the ways of magic, sorcery, and the dark arts. In many ways, you’ve become the very magic that Belasco envisioned.”
“Becoming Magik,” said the Goblin Queen under her breath, “a worthy title for a tainted soul.”
“Now, the time has come to complete that vision,” he said. “Show me the bloodstone!”
With a stoic gaze and a solemn poise, Illyana complied.
She tapped into the same magic that she’d trained to wield since arriving in Limbo. Placing her hands together, she cast a spell that caused a reddish flash of energy to form around her torso. From that energy, the bloodstone emerged from her body, having resided in her spirit since her training began.
Over the years, the bloodstone’s power had grown. It glowed in a dark, crimson hue that bathed the chamber in a blood-red light. As S’ym gazed upon it, a slight grin formed on his demonic face. The Goblin Queen grinned as well, but hers had a more sexual connotation. Being around such power often had that effect on her.
“Not bad,” said S’ym as he reached out and touched the stone. “The bloodstone’s power is notoriously erratic. Only those with a combination of strength and innocence can tap its potential. Your body and soul have bled a great deal over the course of your training…more so than others who failed to become the Darkchilde.”
“And trust me. You don’t want to know what happened to them,” added the Goblin Queen.
“You might very well be worthy of that title and the prestige that comes with it,” S’ym went on. “However, before you can claim it, you must be purged of your last shred of innocence. To cling to it at this point would just be a waste.”
The hideous creature leaned in closer, so much so that Illyana could smell his disgusting breath. Had she not grown accustomed to Limbo’s desolate environment, she would’ve vomited in his face. She managed to temper her nausea and harden her gaze. She already knew what was coming. She’d been bracing for it, but didn’t expect it to be less arduous.
“Remove your garments,” said S’ym with a lecherous grin. “Show me your virgin body.”
Illyana held back more disgust as she undressed under his hungry gaze. She didn’t bother taking it slow or drawing it out. She just removed her top up over her head and slid the tattered rag that was her underwear down her legs. She also had make-shift boots on that the Goblin Queen gave her. While she would’ve preferred to keep them on, she knew from S’ym’s leer that he wanted them off too.
After stepping out of her boots, she the young Russian looked up at the creature standing over her. She could already feel his eyes narrowing on her breasts, hips, and pussy. Since her arrival in Limbo, many demons at attempted to rape her. Her virginity was apparently a huge prize among those who’d trained her. None succeeded in taking it. That streak was about to end.
“Beautiful,” S’ym said as he reached out and touched her exposed breasts.
“I am flattered,” Illyana said dryly.
“You should be,” the demon said with a lecherous grin. “Most demons find humans disgusting. To engage in intercourse with them is tantamount to bestiality.”
“I guess they’re the lucky ones,” she said under her breath.
“But our resident sex demons more than make up for it,” he continued. “They see desirable flesh and descend into a rabid frenzy. Entire armies would fall to deny them the sweet conquest of a human’s sex.”
“I know. You’ve had me ward off many demons who sought to take me,” said Illyana.
“And you succeeded! With the power you wield…your magic, your mutant abilities, and your strong will to endure…you slayed those who wanted nothing more than to ravage you for days on end. You could’ve become a demon’s sex slave, doomed to a life of rape and torment. Instead, you became the bloodstone’s greatest champion. You made yourself into the Darkchilde.”
S’ym held up the glowing bloodstone. It flickered brightly when he held it closer to her, bathing her naked body in a crimson glow. Its light filled Illyana with more intense shivers, but they were very different from the ones she’d felt before.
As she looked into the glowing stone that had been stained by her soul, it triggered a powerful heat inside her. It started in her core and spread quickly, making her naked skin fill hot with arousal. Much of that heat became concentrated in her inner thighs, triggering a sexual arousal that she didn’t seek, but couldn’t avoid.
Her roused body betrayed her disgusted thoughts. Despite her feelings of utter revulsion around S’ym, a much stronger desire came over her. After all the time she’d spent in Limbo, learning magic at the Goblin Queen’s behest, she clung to whatever semblance of innocence she had left. That tiny thread that connected her to her home and her family had grown incredibly weak. Knowing there was no hope of rescue or escape, the idea of letting go seemed too appealing.
‘Forgive me, mama. Forgive me, papa. Forgive me, Piotr,’ she mused solemnly. ‘The darling child you once loved is about to disappear forever.’
With a solemn sigh, Illyana took a step closer. She now stood directly under the glowing bloodstone, its energy amplifying every dark desire she’d ever had. She looked up at S’ym, his imposing form casting a large shadow, and made her fateful choice.
“If I am worthy, then I am ready,” Illyana told him. “Do what you must, S’ym.”
“I will do plenty, little virgin!” S’ym said with growing excitement.
The demonic creature let out a lustful hiss as he tore off the loin cloth that had functioned as his underwear. It revealed a large, imposing set of male genitalia. Like the rest of his body, it was composed of hulking flesh. It functioned like another muscle or limb once exposed, becoming fully erect in seconds.
Initially, Illyana cringed upon seeing it. The idea having that disgusting penis inside her filled her with outrage. Then, the bloodstone flickered again, radiating more energy that she felt in the pit of her darkened soul. It quickly turned utter disgust into greater arousal, so much so that her outer folds became fully engorged with juices. Even though her thoughts were wrought with hatred, her body craved sex.
“It’s been too long since I’ve known the untainted flesh of a human woman,” S’ym said, already drooling with lust. “I intend to enjoy it!”
“And who knows? She might end up enjoying it too,” taunted the Goblin Queen, who watched on with perverse intrigue.
Illyana didn’t dare entertain such obscene thoughts, but her ability to think clearly was already diminished. It only got worse when S’ym took her in his powerful arms, grasping her butt and fondling her breasts with his demonic hands. As he began groping her naked flesh, he trailed his serpent-like tongue around her face and neck, as if to sample her soul before devouring it.
“Mmm…virgin skin,” he seethed. “It’s delicious!”
“I say it’s overrated, but that’s just me,” laughed Madelyne.
S’ym ignored the Goblin Queen as he continued his hungry foreplay. Illyana closed her eyes to avoid the demon’s sinister eyes. She still felt his slimy tongue and dirty hands. The more he tasted her, the more aroused he got. She could feel that throbbing cock of his rubbing up against her thighs.
She hated the idea, but remained drawn to the feeling. Her arousal intensified as S’ym shifted his perverse touch from her butt to her pussy. As soon as she felt that disgusting hand on her lower body, it sent her past the point of no return.
He wasn’t gentle or considerate, not that she’d expected tenderness from a demon. S’ym knew hew was about to take more than her body and her innocence. He was going to leave a permanent scar on her darkened soul. The way he trailed his finger along her slit, teasing her virgin womanhood with his finger, the young Russian fell into a daze as dark as any pit in limbo.
‘I’m really going to do it. I’m going to give my virginity to a demon,’ Illyana mused. ‘And heaven help me, I want to. I hate it, but I still want it.’
Sensing her arousal, S’ym removed his hand from her inner thighs. He then licked the traces of feminine juices from his fingers. With one hand still on her breast, the creature pushed her down onto the rocky floor of the chamber. Now on her back and completely vulnerable, the demonic figure pounced, getting on top of her and pinning both arms by her side.
“It’s time, Darkchilde!” said S’ym, his every breath seething with lust. “Your virginity is mine!”
“Just…take it,” the young woman said.
Like an unavoidable reflex, she spread her legs, clearing his path to her sex. That veiny dick of his led the way, moving on its own to align itself with her virgin slit. Illyana braced herself, still looking away. The demonic figure didn’t let her. He forced her to look into his glowing eyes before delivering that fateful thrust.
In a single movement, he entered her. Hard, throbbing flesh penetrated her vagina, stretching her inner muscles and straining her body in unfamiliar ways. Even though she’d been aroused, it hurt. Pain overrode whatever other sexual sensations emerged. She also felt something tear inside her.
It might have been her hymen.
It might have been her soul.
Whatever it was, the hard truth sank in. Illyana had just lost her virginity and she lost it to a demon.
“Yes!” S’ym hissed. “Untainted female flesh…now tainted by me! It’s heavenly!”
“Such a strange choice of words, S’ym,” Madelyne commented, still watching intently.
The demonic figure laughed as he seethed over Illyana. He kept her arms pinned and his lurid gaze now locked on her, savoring the feeling of her womanly flesh around his demonic cock. As she gazed back with a mix of pain, hate, and disgust, he began ravaging her with the unholy lust of a demon.
He moved his hips and worked his pelvis, pumping his demonic manhood within her folds. He rocked her body with every motion, causing her breasts to bounce and her expression to cringe. It still hurt. Illyana could feel blood dripping from her folds, the last remnants of her innocence bleeding out of her body. As the ravaging played out, other intense sensations washed over her.
Some of it was pain, but some became mixed with pleasure. That angered her even more. Illyana would’ve preferred the pain. She could handle pain and torture at the hands of a demon. Being raped by a demon should’ve felt terrible to any decent woman. The fact that it started feeling good meant she’d become something else…something much darker.
“Look at me, Illyana Rasputin! Look at me as I fuck you!” the demon seethed.
“Errr! Fuck…you!” Illyana spat through her daze.
“Another poor choice of words,” laughed the Goblin Queen. “It’s truly a match made in Hell!”
While the deranged redhead laughed, S’ym didn’t let up. He humped and hammered away at her teenage body, rhythmically plowing his cock within her pussy. Again, Illyana’s body betrayed her. The sensations of pleasure became more intense. The hatred and revulsion she’d clung to so ardently was overwhelmed by a new, yet perverse feeling.
From the depths of her tainted soul, the feeling escalated inside her. They were not the feelings of a scared little girl who’d been taken from her family by the Goblin Queen. They were the sentiments of a dark, corrupted young woman who’d bathed in the blood of demons. As fear and disgust left her, the emerging perversity took hold.
“Fuck…me! Fuck…me…hard!” Illyana yelled out, her voice taking on a very different tone.
“There it is! That’s the voice of the darkchilde!” S’ym exclaimed.
“And what a voice it is,” Madelyne commented.
There was no fighting it. The bloodstone hovering over her flickered brightly, her bathing the chamber in a darker glow. As its power flowed through her, Illyana’s expression and demeanor shift.
Instead of discomfort and disgust, Illyana gazed at S’ym with a devious grin. Instead of utter submission and complete vulnerability, she arched her hips and bent her knees back further. As her body rocked harder, she began savoring the perverse pleasure flowing through her. That encouraged the demonic figure even more. He stepped up the pace of his ravaging, pushing her mind and body to the brink of an inescapable oblivion.
“You feel that?” he seethed, leaning in closer. “The darkness inside you…literally inside you…it’s the ecstasy of evil! It’s the catalyst for the true darkchilde! Tell me you want it!”
This time, Illyana didn’t hesitate. She knew it was wrong. She still responded in a way she knew would further taint her soul.
“Yes,” she said flatly. “I want it.”
“Then, embrace it!” S’ym proclaimed. “Embrace it while I fill you with my essence!”
The demonic figure laughed and grinned as he ravaged her harder, drawing her towards that evil ecstasy. She felt his demonic member throb inside her. She also watched as his expression shifted. Demon or not, his flesh functioned the same as a man. He was going to climax and he was going to release his demonic load inside her.
Whatever reservation she had about embracing that feeling had already vanished. She wanted to feel it. Moreover, the prospect of feeling that wretched fluid inside her actually brought her to the brink as well.
“I want it too. I…I want it,” Illyana maoned as she braced for the release.
“Yes! Yes! Yeessssss!” S’ym exclaimed, his roars shaking the entire chamber.
What Illyana felt next strained her body as much as her mind. The humping finally ceased. S’ym pushed his cock into her as far as it would go, the veiny shaft throbbing as it prepared for a full release. Then, it happened.
A thick stream of demonic cum shot up into her womb. It was so hot, like liquid fire lining her insides without actually burning them. It set every nerve ablaze with dark sensations. Agony and ecstasy consumed her, corrupting every thought and feeling she experience. If there had been any purity left within her, it was effectively snuffed out, along with the ashes.
In that moment, as S’ym released the last drop of his demon load inside her, another dark feeling consumed her. This one was even more intense. That ball of burning sensation in her core erupted into something else, spreading throughout her body and washing over her like a flame directly from the pits of Hell. With that feeling came one final realization.
“I am…the Darkchilde,” Illyana said in her daze.
Upon uttering those fateful words, the young Russian let out a cry that reverberated throughout S’ym’s chamber. It began as pain, but morphed into pleasure, leaving no doubt as to what just happened.
“Deflowered by a demon and brought to orgasm,” the Goblin Queen commented. “You don’t know how lucky you are, Ms. Rasputin.”
The devious redhead’s perverse voice barely registered, but that didn’t make her sentiments less accurate. Illyana had just been ravaged by a demon and she had an orgasm. It was wrong on every possible level, but it still felt good in a way that defied description.
The physical aspects were intense enough. Illyana felt her inner muscles contract hard as waves of dark bliss washed over her. Her body shuddered under the decadent onslaught. Every inch of skin burned hotter with every pleasurable surge. What it did to her mind and soul, however, had a far greater impact.
‘I had sex with a demon. It felt good. I actually came. And now…I want more!’
Those were not the thoughts of the sweet Russian girl who once chased butterflies during the brief Siberian summers. They came from a young woman whose mind, body, and soul had been darkened by Limbo. There was no innocence left to lose. She was Illyana Rasputin, the Darkchilde that the bloodstone had chosen.
As the crimson light shone over her, Illyana stopped running from this fate and began running towards her. Her expression shifted, even before the orgasmic effects ran their course. In S’ym’s demonic gaze, she saw her eyes glowing bright yellow. She also felt a new wave of power alongside the growing darkness. Even as S’ym seethed over her, drool dripping down his demonic face, she spoke her first word as the Darkchilde.
“More,” Illyana said.
“Ha!” the Goblin Queen laughed. “She enters a virgin and leaves a cock-hungry whore. I love it!”
“It’s no laughing matter,” said S’ym, now clenching Illyana’s face. “The Darkchilde is finally here. And her desires will shape the course of Limbo.”
“Then, what are you waiting for? Give her what she wants!” the Goblin Queen said.
The demonic figure sneered towards the redhead briefly before shifting his focus back to Illyana. Whatever she was now – Illyana Rasputin, Magik, or the fabled Darkchilde – it didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting more sex and indulging in more dark ecstasy.
S’ym gladly obliged. His throbbing dick stayed hard, even as he withdrew from her. Various fluids and juices poured out, leaving her body reeling from such rigors. Strained or not, Illyana still craved more. S’ym went to work giving her more.
With his hulking arms, he grabbed her waist and turned her over onto her over so that she was on all fours. Then, with the Goblin Queen watching on with that lurid grin of hers, the demon positioned himself behind her and guided his cock to her still-dripping pussy. As she felt the tip on her folds again, he leaned in and whispered into her ears.
“I ravage you until you’re the Limbo’s greatest whore…or second greatest, at least,” he told her.
Madelyne must have heard him because she started laughing again. Illyana glared back at her with burning hate as S’ym entered her again. The penetration was smoother and easier this time. With a hard thrust, he filled her with his demonic cock. Her insides were still hot with a cocktail of sensations, but they were quickly subsumed by a new round of demonic sex.
“Yes! Yes, Darkchilde!” S’ym exclaimed. “Take it! Take this demon cock!”
Illyana answered with lurid grunts as her body rocked to the movements. He was just as rough as before, pumping his cock inside her pussy with unrelenting fervor. The sounds of his demonic flesh smacking against her naked skin filled the chamber. Everything about it felt perverse and wrong, but to Illyana, that only made it feel better.
“Give it to me! Do it to me!” the young Russian gasped. “I want this! I…fucking…want this!”
Madelyne’s lecherous grin widened. She even began fondling herself as she watched Illyana’s ravaging unfold. Hearing her say she wanted to get fucked by a demon was an even greater turn-on than watching it. She even pulled her corset down so she could rub her breasts while reaching into her panties to fondle her pussy.
Illyana took in the decadent sight, even as S’ym fucked her harder. He became bolder and rougher in his efforts. He hungrily groped her naked flesh, squeezing her swaying breasts and pulling her hair back. He also used his serpentine tongue to lick around her neck, leaving slimy entrails that mixed with sweat and various sexual fluids. Moments ago, it would’ve disgusted her. Now, it just intensified her desire for more sex.
‘This is what I am. This is what I want. I am…the Darkchilde.’
Having stopped resisting, Illyana descended willingly into a daze of darkened decadence. She took the full force of S’ym’s hungry lust, enduring an extended period of fervent humping until he climaxed again. The feeling of hot demon cum inside her pussy triggered another orgasm, filling the chamber with more of her decadent cries.
Even as her body was rocked with another onslaught of ecstasy, S’ym didn’t let up. He just laid her on her side, hitched her leg over his shoulder, and kept fucking her. It added greater strain to go along with the intense pleasure, flooding Illyana with waves of conflicting feelings. She ended up enjoying that even more. In Limbo, the line between torture and ecstasy didn’t exist. As the Darkchilde, relished the chance to blur those lines even more.
It led to a more chaotic burst of decadence. The more S’ym fucked her, the more the glowing bloodstone radiated with energy. She felt it in her darkened soul as much as her tainted body. She let it consume her, just as she let S’ym fuck her. Whether he had her pinned on the dirty floor or up against a rocky wall, he kept ravaging her in every way he wanted.
He didn’t just restrict his lust to her pussy, either. After filling her depths multiple times, he had her give him oral sex, shoving his oversized cock into her mouth and forcing her to suck it. Illyana strained her jaw, as well as her gag reflex. Despite the slimy, disgusting taste, she still licked up every drop of fluid when he came again. In fact, ingesting it left her more intoxicated.
“More! I want more!” Illyana said in slurred voice.
The creature laughed at her descent into darkness. It rendered her even less inclined to resist when S’ym pinned her on the floor again and guided the tip of his cock towards her pussy again. However, instead of thrusting it in, he pressed it against her ass.
“Let’s try your other hole,” the demon seethed.
He didn’t wait for Illyana to respond. He just pushed forward, his cock entering her ass and flooding her with a new kind of pain. Illyana reacted with shock at first, gasping loudly and raking her nails along the rocky floor. Even in her intoxicated state, the feeling of being penetrated anally by a demon overwhelmed her, adding more chaos to her perverse desires.
“My ass,” she gasped.
“He’s just being thorough,” teased Madelyne.
The creature laughed and seethed as the sex continued. S’ym fucked her ass as hard as he’d fucked her pussy, forcing her to rebalance her handling of pain and pleasure. It happened sooner than expected. Illyana felt her body adjust to the rigors. She even felt a strange new pleasure mix in with the pain. Shock soon turned back to excitement. The excitement took her down a new path to ecstasy. She ended up climaxing again, which got S’ym to climax too.
Even after releasing another load of demon cum into her hole, S’ym kept ravaging her. While Illyana pushed the limits of her body, the Goblin Queen watched on and kept fondling herself. She even seemed to get off a few times, her decadent whims aligning with the perverse display before her. She was the only one who seemed in control of her desires in Limbo. It seemed so wrong, yet so fitting.
“I see it in you. I know you feel it too,” the Goblin Queen said intently as she fingered herself. “Destiny is calling you. Desire is driving you. And yet, you struggle to answer.”
Her ominous words lingered as S’ym’s ravaging neared its final phase. Having fucked her in every hole, bringing her to multiple orgasms while filling her with his demonic cum, he’d turned her from an untouched virgin to a tainted whore in one elaborate act. By the time Illyana took the final rounds in her pussy and ass, her whole body was sore. Even after years of fighting off demons and living in Limbo, she’d never felt so sore in so many places.
That didn’t stop S’ym from taking plenty of satisfaction after climaxing one last time with her. As if to add one last bit of deviance to the act, he pulled out and sprayed his load right on her face. Illyana was too sore and too drained to react as the thick fluid dripped down her face. She just gazed up at S’ym, who was now had the widest grin in Limbo.
“It’s official, Illyana Rasputin. You are now the Darkchilde, as well as the Whore of Limbo!” S’ym proclaimed.
“I’m honored,” Illyana said dryly, her mind and body still reeling from so many sensations.
“She has also completed the final step in her journey,” the Goblin Queen added, having since finished her self-pleasuring. “Having been purged of innocence, she can lay claim to the Darkchilde’s greatest weapon.”
“Indeed,” said S’ym. “But that’s for the Bloodstone to decide.”
They all turned their attention to the glowing stone that had been hovering overhead. Its crimson halo took on a new shade as Illyana looked up at it with her corrupted gaze. She felt its energy flow through her once more, as though it were scanning her for any remaining impurities. It wasn’t going to find any. Illyana was convinced of that.
Under this ominous glow, it drifted back towards her. As it got closer, it let out a series of sparks that tore holes into the space around it. It got so volatile that even S’ym and Madelyne took a step back.
“On your feet, Darkchilde!” the Goblin Queen said. “I believe the Bloodstone has made its decision.”
Illyana rose up, ignoring the lingering soreness in multiple parts of her body. Still naked and covered in sweat, she watched as the glowing relic inched towards her, bringing the rips in space with it.
At first, she only saw light and chaos. Eventually, a shape emerged from the rip. Following both desire and destiny, she reached in and retrieved it. When her arm re-emerged, it came out with a large sword in hand.
“The Soul Sword,” S’ym said with awe and reverence, “the ultimate weapon of the Darkchilde.”
“And the key to the destiny of Limbo,” the Goblin Queen added as she admired the relic. “Belasco did not do justice to its power.”
“I can’t say I blame him. It’s been a long time since a Darkchilde wielded the Soul Sword,” said S’ym. “We thought it might be lost forever in the absence of a new wielder. I’m glad I was wrong. There may be hope yet for our realm.”
“Hope is almost as precious as innocence,” said Madelyne. “When purpose and destiny are so deeply entwined, you see it from a very different perspective. And perspective tends to obscure desire.”
As they continued to admire the glowing relic, Illyana held the Soul Sword. She could already feel its power within her grasp. Everything she’d learned about magic during her time in Limbo suddenly gained a new dimension.
Magic had its own set of rules. In Limbo, those rules could be bent more compared to other realms. Illyana had learned about those rules. She’d even learned to work within them. It was how she’d survived for so long. Now, with the Soul Sword in her hand, those rules no longer applied. Suddenly, a new world of possibilities opened to her. With nothing else to anchor her to the sweet little girl she once was, she could pursue every one of them to the utmost.
However, before she could contemplate her first feat, the Goblin Queen leaned in and whispered something into her hear. In doing so, she reminded Illyana the one rule that still applied.
“Ask yourself, Darkchilde,” she said, “what do you desire most right now?”
Illyana’s gaze narrowed. She looked down at herself and back at the sword. In its glowing aura, she saw her reflection. It showed her the image of a naked girl who’d just lost her virginity and embraced the darkest of whims. With every sensation from that experience, pain and pleasure alike, still fresh in her mind, one singular desire became clear.
Looking over towards S’ym, who still had that demonic grin to go along with his hulking dick, Illyana acted on that desire.
“I want this!” she shouted.
In a swift motion that caught the demonic figure by surprise, the Russian girl attacked S’ym and drove the Soul Sword right into his chest. It happened in the span of a second, but it unfolded in slow motion.
She could hear as the sharp blade penetrated his demonic form, spewing blood and entrails in every direction.
She could hear the disgusting sounds of flesh being maimed, going through organs and bone.
She felt splatters of the creature’s innards cover her body. Having already been covered in his cum, there wasn’t a twinge of disgust. There was only a feeling of pure, unfiltered satisfaction. It was every bit as intense as the orgasms she’d experienced earlier. Unlike those, however, only she experienced that satisfaction. S’ym just experienced horror and dread.
“No!” he gasped, already choking on blood. “What…have you done.”
“Exactly what I desired!” Illyana spat.
She twisted the sword within him, filling the chamber with the sound of maimed demon flesh. She watched on as S’ym looked back with shock. It was as though she’d just broken one of the few rules that no one in Limbo was supposed to break. When that shock turned to dread, it only deepened her satisfaction. For the first time since she’d been pulled from her home, Illyana Rapsutin smiled.
“I am the Darkchilde, now,” she said, “but I’m going to do it on my terms.”
“Relatively speaking,” said the Goblin Queen.
Illyana kept on smiling as she watched S’ym die before her eyes. She savored every moment, twisting the sword even more to further sully his flesh, just as he’d sullied hers.
When death finally claimed him, she withdrew the sword and his body fell lifelessly to the floor in a bloody heap. As Illyana looked down at it with smug satisfaction, the Goblin Queen walked up and stood next to her. She might have been the most devious woman in any realm, but she’d proved her point.
Illyana now had all these dark, perverse desires. S’ym wasn’t going to help her satisfy them. Belasco wouldn’t have done so, either. There was only one way to get what she wanted and it was through Madelyne Pryor.
“Well done, Magik,” said the Goblin Queen. “You’re the new champion of Limbo and a sorceress unbound by limits. Between your magic and the resources I’ve acquired, we have everything we need to fulfill our desires. And rest assured, it’s going to be immensely satisfying.”
New Mexico – X-Corp Headquarters
“Welcome to X-Corp’s corporate headquarters. We invite you to share our perspective on peace and understanding.”
That robotic, yet cordial voice welcomed everyone who walked through X-Corp’s doors. It belonged to Danger, the advanced artificial intelligence who ran much of the day-to-day operations in the building, but it conveyed that message with great sincerity. It didn’t matter if they were a nervous young mutant or the founders of organization, Scott and Jean Grey-Summers. It offered the same perspective that lay at the heart of X-Corp’s vision.
That vision was on full display as Scott and Jean entered the building in the late afternoon hours of another arduous day. The sun was just starting to set, but X-Corp was full of activity. The main foyer bustled with the company’s various workers, as well as mutants of all kinds. Some had arrived by themselves. Some came along with families or parents. It didn’t matter who they were or where they came from. They included Morlocks, run-aways, and refugees. X-Corp embraced them with open arms.
It made quite an impression. Even those who regularly worked or visited X-Corp were taken by the world it offered. The large holographic image of Danger that was projected over the decorative fountain in the central foyer often drew the most attention. Having played a large part in integrating her into their perspective, Scott and Jean appreciated that impression more than most.
“My name is Danger. I am fully functional artificial intelligence. I manage the general administration of X-Corp and all its subsidiaries. I operate alongside our dedicated staff to provide assistance to mutants, their families, and prospective clients. For additional service, please see the main directory at the front desk or seek assistance from one of my many terminals. Mutants seeking medical or training services, please see our research areas under the management of Dr. Henry McCoy. Clients seeking business or financial dealings, please see our financial services department under the management of Robert Drake and Warren Worthington III.”
“At some point, I’ll get you to call me Bobby, Danger,” Bobby Drake shouted while passing by with a new client from Europe.
“And I look forward to watching you fail at that effort, Mr. Drake,” Danger replied, her voice coy, yet still friendly.
Bobby rolled his eyes and laughed. Scott and Jean laughed as well. Danger had developed quite a personality since she integrated into X-Corp. She got along great with everyone, but that didn’t stop Bobby from pushing her buttons, often in a very literal sense. She usually pushed back, much to his chagrin.
As they made their way through the crowded foyer, they watched and admired the many signs of a successful non-profit. There were desks and terminals at which young mutants interacted with Danger, learning about the services and opportunities that X-Corp offered. There were also hubs for humans to utilize. They often consisted of mutants or business types interested in mutant services. Warren often handled them, having come to appreciate the non-profit world more than most kids from a wealthy family.
Business connections worked closely with the mutant research department under Hank McCoy. Together, they helped mutants learn about, manage, and refine their powers. From there, they helped them determine a marketable skill and connected them with companies eager to tap those skills. It was a simple vision, but one with many moving parts. Every mutant brought new challenges, but the benefits were vast and not just in terms of profit.
Thanks to X-Corp, mutants weren’t just some looming threat or ticking time bomb. They were steadily establishing themselves as valuable contributors to society. Big companies like Stark Industries and Rand Corporation had invested heavily in mutants and reaped plenty of profits. Organizations like SHIELD and STRIKE had also made fruitful connections with young mutants. Slowly, but steadily, X-Corp was changing the overall perspective surrounding mutants.
There were still plenty of threats. Sentinel attacks and anti-mutant hate groups were still an ever-present danger. The X-Men primarily handled those and under Storm’s capable leadership, they’d succeeded. They’d succeeded to a point to where Charles Xavier’s dream and their vision for X-Corp felt genuinely possible.
“Can you believe it, Jean?” Scott asked, beaming with pride as he looked around. “All this…these people, this vision, this company…we really made it happen.”
“And to think, it all began by embracing a new perspective, right here in the desert,” Jean said as she lovingly clung to his arm.
“And it’s still evolving,” said Scott with a wide grin. “It’s become more than I thought possible, even with a cosmic perspective.”
“That’s how you know it’s special.”
“It’s also how I know there’s a lot more to do,” he added, “but we have plenty of time for that later. For now, you’re my only priority, Jean.”
“Oh Scott, you know just what to say to your restless wife.”
Jean caressed his face and rested her head onto his shoulder. Together, they navigated the busy foyer, which was about to shut down for the evening. Work and business rarely ceased at X-Corp, but they always made time for each other. After many late nights and exhausting efforts – some of which involved more intimate forms labor – they needed that time.
After offering friendly greetings to clients and co-workers, they made their way into the private areas near the north end of the main floor and entered a secure area. From there, they accessed the executive elevator that bypassed the many floors of office and research space to go straight up to the executive penthouse.
At one point, they’d thought about buying a quiet home for themselves away from the building. However, they’d grew too fond of the comfortable living space they made for themselves at X-Corp’s headquarters. They even had it renovated so that it felt more like an upscale condominium. They made sure they still had a perfect view of the New Mexico desert. That was a sight that never ceased to astonish them, especially when sharing intimate moments.
They hadn’t had as many opportunities for those moments lately. The rapid growth of X-Corp and the media attention it generated made sharing those moments tricky. Now that things had settled, they could finally do something about that.
‘Hey Scott?’ Jean said, using their telepathic link as they rode up in the elevator.
‘Yes, Jean?’ Scott replied.
‘I’m very, very horny right now,’ she told him, adding a very lurid undertone to her thoughts. ‘I’ve been thinking about making love to you all day. But thinking only goes so far, even for a telepath.’
Scott reacted strongly to her seamy thoughts. He shifted noticeably in his stance, a natural reaction to his pants getting a lot tighter. As Jean clung to his arm, she drew his affectionate gaze. He responded in kind, slipping his arm around her waist and holding her close to his warmth.
In their in the elevator door, they looked like any other married couple sharing a loving embrace. Such an innocent demeanor hid some very erotic sentiments. Jean looked at him with the same heartfelt affection she’d shown since they fell in love. At the same time, she didn’t hide how much she desired his sensual touch.
‘I wish you could reach into my panties and feel how wet I am,’ she continued as the elevator neared their floor. ‘My pussy has been hotter than the Savage Land all afternoon.’
‘God, your thoughts are dirty, Jean,’ Scott said.
‘Are you going to tell me you don’t enjoy it?’
‘Hell no! Now I can admit how much I’ve wanted to fuck you all day. I honestly considered pulling the car over, stripping you naked in the middle of the road, and doing you right there.’

‘It wouldn’t be the first time we got naked in the desert,’ she replied, teasing him even more with a loving gesture to his face. ‘I wouldn’t have stopped you, either. Between media appearances, board meetings, and fundraisers, we haven’t had time to just get together, make love, and vent all these wondrous passions we share.’
‘That’s starting to change,’ Scott reminded her. ‘X-Corp has grown so much. It’s at a point where it can run itself for the most part. We have the right people in place. We even have an advanced AI to help us. We can finally make time for each other if we want.’
‘Believe me, Scott. I want that.’

‘Me too.’
The elevator finally reached the top floor. As soon as the doors opened, they burst out like a couple of horny animals that had been locked in a cage. Jean jumped into her husband’s arms, threw her arms and legs around him, and drew him into a heated kiss. Scott instinctively caught her, catching her by her butt and hungrily kissing back. Like a man on a mission, true to his legacy as the leader of the X-Men, he carried her through the main doors and into their residence.
Exchanging such sexually charged thoughts had inspired equally sexual actions. There was no further need to hide it. They were home, together, and extremely horny. The sun hadn’t even set. They hadn’t eaten dinner, either. None of that mattered. Scott and Jean were content to skip the formalities and get straight to sex. Nothing short of an attack by Galactus could stop them.
“Scott…my love,” Jean gasped through the fervent kissing.
“Jean…my wife,” Scott gasped with equal passion.
Lips and tongues twirled.
Hands roamed while their fully clothed bodies grinded together in their hot embrace.
The extent of their arousal was clear. Jean could feel the growing bulge in his pants and Scott could feel the heat radiating from her inner thighs. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. There was nothing to hold back their passions.
With his beautiful wife in his powerful arms, he rushed through the living room and hall, following a direct path to their master bedroom. He ended up kicking in the half-open door, just so he could stay fully engaged with Jean’s luscious lips and loving gestures. She showed her appreciation by pawing his chest and kissing with extra tongue.
With their king-sized bed now in sight, he set her down and they stumbled together towards their destination. They remained engaged within each other’s arms, using their newfound balance to address the pressing issue of their burdensome clothes.
“Off! Get these clothes off!” Jean said with growing urgency.
“It’s too hot for clothes anyways,” teased Scott.
“In more ways than one,” she laughed.
They stripped down to their underwear as quickly as they could in their heated state. Jean undid her pants and took them off, along with her boots, while Scott removed his shirt. His pants soon followed, which proved somewhat trickier, due to his growing erection. Jean steadily led him towards the bed, removing her shirt as well, leaving her in just a pair of bra and panties. By the time they arrived at their, Scott finally kicked his pants and shoes off to leave him in just his white boxers.
Immediately, Jean eyed the sizable bulge before her. Still in her underwear, she sat down at the foot of the bed, licked her lips hungrily, and reached for his boxers.
“Allow me,” she said seductively.
Scott offered no resistance. He gladly let her remove his underwear, freeing his hardened manhood from its confines. As soon as she saw it, Jean pulled him in closer. Following her lustful desires, she hungrily took it into her mouth. From there, she gave her husband the special brand of oral sex he’d come to love.
“Oh Jean!” Scott gasped. “Your lips…your tongue…you use them so well!”
Jean gazed up at him playfully as she licked and slurped along his shaft, employing all the subtle techniques she’d refined over the course of their adventurous sex life. Seeing him smile at her while letting out gasps of contentment was always such a sight to behold.
While she focused on sucking his dick, Scott continued following his lustful desires, as well. As her head bobbed back and forth in accord with her oral teasing, he undid the clasp of her bra and swiftly removed it. Her breasts freed, she put them to good use, sliding her lover’s dick between them and mashing them together in a nice, thorough tit-fuck.
“Your tits,” he moaned, “you use them so well, too!”
Jean laughed as she gave the tip of his dick a slight lick. More content gasps followed. He also caressed her head, running his fingers through her radiant red hair. With each ease, the intensity in his gaze grew. If her goal had been to get him extra-hard in preparation for some extra-heated lovemaking, she succeeded.
“Scott, my darling husband,” Jean said, looking up at him with a longing gaze, “take me.”
Her lover responded with swift action worthy of any former leader of the X-Men. Like a man imbued with the power of a cosmic entity, he lifted her up in his arms again. Then, with near effortless efficiency, he carried her up onto the bed and laid her atop the soft linens. Having not slept in their own bed in over a week, due to extensive travels, it was nothing short of heavenly.
As Jean relaxed atop such comfortable warmth, Scott grasped the sides of her panties, elevated her hips, and slid them down her shapely legs. Now, they were both naked and with little incentive to wear anything else for the foreseeable future. He could also see the full extent of her arousal.
“Wow!” Scott said. “You really were that horny.”
“Told you,” Jean said with a playful laugh.
“Maybe I should’ve done you on the side of the road earlier,” he said. “Guess I’d better make up for it.”
“I know you will. You always do.”
He didn’t make her wait a second longer. Still hovering over her naked body, Scott firmly grasped her lower thighs and pushed her legs apart. Then, with the same lustful hunger she’d shown earlier, he buried his face in her pussy and started gorging. Jean was already very aroused, but the skilled touch of her lover’s tongue sent her to new level of desire.
“Ooh Scott!” she cooed with delight. “You know my body so…so well.”
The beautiful redhead bent her legs back further, grasped her breasts, and closed her eyes as her loving husband went to work. He was every bit as through as she’d been, using his lips and tongue to stimulate the most sensitive areas of her womanhood. Just as she knew how he enjoyed having his dick sucked, he knew how she enjoyed having her pussy eaten.
He used his lips, tongue, and fingers to great effect, digging deep to find those special areas that weren’t easily stimulated. Scott was a lot more energetic than usual, gorging on her pussy with determined focus and getting her extra moist. As hot sensations shot through her body, Jean squeezed her breasts and shuddered under the blissful feeling that came over her.
It felt like overkill, getting each other more aroused than they already were. It would’ve been easier if Scott just pinned her up against the nearest wall and fucked her like any man would’ve in that situation. However, it wouldn’t have done justice to the passion they shared or the desire they’d sparked.
They’d indulged in plenty of elaborate sex acts, both with each other and with others. Those acts had been plenty satisfying, but they hardly compared to the special act of lovemaking that they’d come to cherish. Jean once likened it to the difference between a small candle and a roaring firestorm. One provided a brief, but welcome source of heat. The other set their collective world ablaze with passion.
That was what she and Scott desired at that moment. That special passion that they had cherished and nurtured was theirs and theirs alone. Even the Phoenix Force recognized its power in such heated moments.
‘Scott…make love to me,’ Jean said through their psychic link.
‘Oh Jean…we’ve so much love to make,’ Scott replied.
The air around their naked bodies grew hotter. A hot gust blew through the master bedroom, ruffling curtains and blowing papers off the dresser. Their passions often had that effect on their surroundings. The Phoenix Force was closely tied to those passions. It had a way of manifesting in subtle ways during intimate moments.
There was nothing subtle about the moment unfolding before them. Having had his fill of her pussy, Scott trailed his lips from her inner thighs and up her core. Along the way, he worked his lips between her breasts, which Jean playfully supplemented with some creative gestures. By the time his lips arrived at hers, his breath still heavy with desire, she’d already wrapped her legs around his waist and embraced him in her intimate grasp.
“I’m ready,” Jean said through her loving daze.
“So am I,” said Scott as he caressed her face lovingly.
Their eyes locked, his naked body pressing atop hers, he pushed forward with his. In a single motion, he entered her. His hard, masculine flesh filled her moist womanly depths, her body embracing his in a perfect melding of intimacy.
As that powerful feeling washed over them, their eyes briefly flickered with the fires of the Phoenix Force. More hot swirls of air filled the room, adding an intensity to their union not easily matched. Knowing and cherishing the breadth of that connection better than anyone, the impassioned lovers met in another kiss as their lovemaking commenced.
‘Life…love…connection,’ they said simultaneously through their link, ‘through us, we embrace this perspective.’
Together, Scott and Jean kissed, touched, and moved their naked bodies in a shared unleashing of passion. The approach was simple, taking the form of basic missionary sex. From that basic approach, a far greater feeling manifested.
Scott set the tone, working his hips in a steady motion while caressing his lover’s body in all her fiery beauty. Like two perfectly complementary units, his rigid member slithered seamlessly inside her tight vagina. With every movement he made, Jean responded in kind, arching her hips and tensing her inner muscles every step of the way. Every sensual movement evoked hot sensations that coursed between them. The steady grating of their naked skin fresh augmented those sensations even more.
It wasn’t too hard or fast. This was not a moment for raw, unbridled fucking.
It wasn’t too slow or drawn out, either. This was not a moment for holding back.
This was Scott and Jean Grey-Summers’ unique brand of lovemaking. It was a feeling, an intimacy, and an ecstasy reserved for them and only them. They’d explored a great many wondrous experience after embracing the Phoenix Force. None came close to capturing what they shared in moments like this.
“Jean…my love…my wife,” Scott gasped in the heat of their rhythmic movements.
“Scott…my lover…my husband,” Jean moaned, caressing his face and smiling lovingly.
The pace of their lovemaking intensified, as did the kissing and touching. As their lips and tongues twirled together, Scott took Jean’s hand in his, enlacing their fingers and squeezing it lovingly as he guided them towards a shared ecstasy.
That ecstasy was already close. He could feel it approaching as much as Jean. They could sense it through their kiss and feel it through their touch. She was close to orgasm and so was he. Their bodies and spirits longed for that sweet, sensuous release. Scott thrust into her with more vigor. Jean tightened her hold on him with her legs, digging the balls of her feet into his lower back, sharing in that final push.
Eventually, they crossed that special point from which seeking that special feeling transformed from a shared effort to a welcome inevitability.
“Oh! Oohhh Scott! Ohhh I’m coming!” Jean exclaimed.
“Me too, Jean! Me…too…ohhh Jean!” Scott gasped.
Like a firestorm erupting from a single spark, the hot rush of unencumbered pleasure washed over them. Jean curled her toes while Scott squeezed her hand in his, holding her closer as they shared in this wonderous feeling.
Muscles tensed, bodies arched, and expressions contorted to the surge of sensations. Inside her depths, his dick throbbed hard he released thick streams of his manly fluid into her pussy, their juices mixing in a perfect blend of their passions. Around their naked bodies, another swirl of hot air erupted around them, briefly flashing with the fiery halo of the Phoenix Force. It was as though the cosmos was recognizing the extent of their love.
Along with the physical manifestations came the much deeper connection. Through the psychic link they’d forged, all the subtle sentiments that they could not articulate with words flowed freely. After sharing a deep kiss, they just gazed at each other lovingly, smiling with joy and affection at the feeling they’d forged together.
‘With us, it’s the thoughts that count,’ Scott told her through their link.
‘And, like our love, they’re beautiful,’ Jean replied.
The two lovers shared a beaming smile before kissing again, celebrating those thoughts together as the firestorm of ecstasy burned around them. The swirling gusts around their bed continued, ruffling the sheets as well as anything else that wasn’t properly weighted. It made somewhat of a mess, but Scott and Jean didn’t mind in the slightest.
They remained in a loving embrace, even as the air settled, the fiery halo faded, and their intimate flesh parted. Their kissing and touching became more playful. Having finally vented a significant chunk of that pent-up desire, the two lovers could afford to be more playful. Like a couple of horny teenagers fooling around, they just enjoyed the intimate feeling of their bodies.
“It really is uncanny, isn’t it?” said Scott, still holding her closely as he caught his breath.
“What is?” Jean asked while affectionately pawing his chest.
“How we can make so many connections and share so many experiences with others,” he said, “and yet, the ones we share still feel so special.”
“You don’t have to be subtle, my love. I know what you mean. I’ve been a sex-crazed slut and you’ve been a full-fledged pussy hound.”
“That has to be a direct quote from Logan,” laughed Scott.
“Not just him,” she said, laughing as well. “I definitely won’t repeat what Bobby said.”
“They can call it whatever they want. We know the full story…the bigger picture behind the lives, loves, and connections we’ve forged. They’ve all been so different, but they’ve all had the same effect. They widened our perspectives.”
“And confirmed what we already know about our love, in the process,” Jean added.
“As if we needed that confirmed,” he said with an affectionate gesture.
“We didn’t have to, but let’s face it. We really wanted to,” she said with a sensual undertone. “And I’m glad we did. It just made me appreciate the love we make even more.”
She drew him into another kiss. Scott gladly obliged. They shared more loving gestures, their hands roaming freely around their naked bodies. She kept pawing his chest, tracing her fingers around the sinews of his upper body, which she knew he loved. He trailed his hand up her thigh until he reached her butt, giving it a nice squeeze, which he knew she loved just as much. Such gestures were simple, but were more than enough to rekindle their desire.
It was another powerful manifestation of life, love, and connection. It was also a major side-effect of being imbued with the Phoenix Force. With passion like theirs, there was little need for recovery in between vigorous rounds of lovemaking. Hank McCoy once hypothesized that when the Phoenix supercharged their bodies at the cellular level, they made certain functions more efficient. That included various sexual functions.
They once offered to help him test that hypothesis. He politely declined, stating the frequency of their heated lovemaking was proof enough. That didn’t stop them from regularly proving it in their own special way.
“Mmm…I appreciate it too, Jean,” said Scott, his manhood already hardening again. “I appreciate it a lot.”
“So I’ve noticed,” said Jean while rubbing her thigh up against his manly flesh.
“And if member serves me right, we still have a plenty of quality lovemaking to catch up on,” he added.
“That we do, my darling husband. That, we do.”
The two lovers fell silent and let a new round of foreplay do the talking. Still on their sides, they caressed and fondled one another with a playful glee. Jean hitched a leg over her lover’s waist, playfully grinding her pelvis against his semi-hard dick. Scott returned the favor by squeezing her butt harder while he slipped his other hand down to her breasts and gave her nipple a light pinch. That earned him joyous squeal that further motivated their desires.
‘I want to taste your cock again,’ Jean said telepathically, their lips still very occupied.
‘I want to taste your pussy, too,’ Scott replied. ‘That’ll make things much easier.’
‘Indeed, it will.’
Not needing telepathy to know what he had in mind, they adjusted their bodies accordingly. Scott laid on his back and Jean got on top of him. With seamless coordination, fitting for two psychically linked lovers, they arranged themselves in a 69 position.
From there, Jean eagerly grasped her husband’s cock with both hands while Scott caressed the outer folds of her pussy with his fingers. Even with their previous orgasm still fresh in their minds and bodies, they eagerly indulged in another helping of oral sex. Jean hungrily took his dick in her mouth while Scott plunged his tongue into her wet folds, tasting her womanly depths.
‘I love sucking dick,’ Jean told him telepathically with the sultry undertone he’d come to love, ‘almost as much as you love eating pussy.’
‘Almost,’ was all Scott said in response.
As if to celebrate the sexier personas they’d embraced, the two lovers put more energy into their oral sex than earlier. Jean sucked harder and faster, squeezing the base of his shaft firmly as she trailed her lips along his manly length. Scott licked, fingered, and fondled her womanhood more vigorously, applying more pressure and stimulation to those sensitive areas he knew so well. It was sloppier and messier than before, but the effect was the same.
Scott was soon fully erect again. Jean’s pussy was just as moist and ready for more sex. He could’ve easily brought her to orgasm again, but she opted to pursue a more balanced indulgence of marital lovemaking. Without saying a word, or sending a telepathic message, Jean deep-throated his cock one more time before realigning their bodies. Scott, already dazed with desire after tasting her intimate flesh, readily obliged.
He watched with awe and affection as Jean turned around, straddled his hips, and aligned her pussy with the tip of his cock. Their eyes locked in another affectionate gaze, she eagerly thrust her hips downward, driving his manhood back up into her folds. Together, they let out a blissful gasp at the hot feeling of their flesh uniting again.
“Jean…so sexy…so fiery,” Scott gasped as he looked up at the erotic display before him.
“And don’t you forget it, Slim!” she said playfully.
Channeling both her sexy side and her intense desires, Jean rode his dick, cowgirl style. She rocked her hips, working his hardened cock within the tight folds of her pussy. She was both playful and passionate, pawing her husband’s chest and casting him glances of loving affection. He returned the favor, trailing his hands up her womanly curves as she rode him, eventually arriving at her bouncing breasts, which he eagerly squeezed.
It wasn’t as desperate or urgent as before. There was no need to tap the power of the Phoenix Force or kick up another windstorm in their bedroom, which was already messy from earlier. They were just happy, horny couple, indulging in the love and intimacy they’d come to cherish so much. After all the work they’d done with X-Corp lately, they needed a little extra indulgence. Finally, they had the time and energy to pursue it.
It helped that the sun hadn’t fully set. Thanks to the large windows on the west side of their master bedroom, the evening twilight bathed the area and their naked bodies in a soft glow. It was similar to the glow they had when tapping the power of the Phoenix Force. It was refreshing, enjoying that same ambience while needing only to tap the breadth of their love.
That ambience, along with their immense desire, fueled the intensity of their sex. Riding her lover so hard, yet so playfully was more than enough to bring Jean to the brink of another orgasm. Scott’s skilled fondling of her breasts, coupled with some skilled upward thrusting of his own, send her past.
“Ooh Scott! I’m close again! I’m really, really close!” Jean gasped.
“I can tell. Enjoy it! I love feeling you come,” Scott said.
As the orgasmic rush approached, Scott arose wrapped her in his loving arms. She instinctively held onto his shoulders, her knees and toes now digging into the bed as she delivered the last few motions to send her over the edge. When she climaxed, she threw her head back, let out a euphoric moan, and held him tight as another wave of orgasmic sensations washed over her.
Scott enjoyed the spectacle, kissing down the side of her face and whispering loving sentiments into her ear. He could feel her naked body tremble in his arms, her inner muscles tensing around his dick as the pleasure flowed through her. In the evening twilight, the sight of an orgasmic Jean Grey-Summers was even more beautiful. It gave him plenty of motivation to keep the passion flowing. The ecstasy of a second orgasm kept Jean motivated as well.
“Scott,” she gasped, her voice still thick with orgasmic overtones, “keep making love to me.”
“Don’t worry, Jean,” Scott said lovingly into her ear. “We’ll make as much love as we have to. I promise. And you know me when it comes to promises. I keep them.”
“I know you do,” she said, smiling affectionately before drawing him into another kiss.
True to his word, Scott kept the sex going. While Jean processed her latest orgasm, he showed off his upper body strength and lifted her up in his powerful arms. Then, with his knees dug into the bed while she kept him locked in an embrace with all four limbs, he bounced her up and down in a steady rhythm, her still-throbbing pussy slithering along his cock. Already deep in a loving daze, their intimate indulgence continued.
More moans and grunts followed, along with playful laughter. Between passion, restlessness, and being hosts to the Phoenix Force, they still had plenty of energy to share with one another and weren’t inclined to stop until their sex did justice to their love.
‘All the connections we’ve made…all the lives we’ve touched…all the love we’ve shared…it always comes back to us. This feeling…this passion…this desire…it’s ours to cherish.’
Guided by that powerful sentiment, Scott and Jean-Grey Summers channeled the full extent of their romantic and sexual energy. They took full advantage of the abundant time they had and the fitting ambience of the dwindling twilight, making love in whatever way they desired. Given the extent of those desires, it took many forms.
Scott bounced Jean along his cock in his arms at a heated pace, which led him to another climax of his own. That subsequently led to more foreplay, which got more raucous and chaotic as they rolled around on the bed. Once they achieved mutual arousal, they coupled again with Jean lying on her side while Scott thrust into her at an angle, her leg hitched over his shoulders. He even sucked on her toes as he brought her to another orgasm. After indulging in the feeling, she returned the favor by getting on all fours so he could do her doggy-style, culminating in another climax of his own.
Even as Scott soaked in the ecstasy, Jean went to work getting him hard again, giving him oral sex while he sat over the edge of the bed. As soon as he was ready for more, she shot up and pinned Jean against the nearest wall, turning her around and entering her from behind. The hot smacking sound of his pelvis collecting with her butt soon filled the room, along with more moans. They even knocked over some pictures on their nightstand in the process.
Not restricting their passion to the bed, the two energetic lovers went at it throughout the room, getting plenty creative with positions and arrangements. They did it on Jean’s dresser. They did it on Scott’s desk atop a stack of bills. They even did it atop a small pile of laundry that Scott forgot to take care of before they left on their last trip. With nothing and no one to hold them back, they didn’t hold back with each other.
“Don’t stop. Don’t hold back,” Jean often said in between bouts of ecstasy.
“I won’t Jean. I promise,” Scott replied each time.
They didn’t bother keeping track of how many times they did it or how many times they got each other off. They would’ve lost track if they’d tried. Without limits or reservations, they could enjoy the full extent of their passions. The Phoenix Force gave them the power to realize those passions. They just embraced it to the utmost.
Whatever the duration or frequency of their sex, they ultimately ended up in a position similar to the one they’d shared that fateful day in the New Mexico desert. They weren’t on the bed or on any piece of furniture, for that matter. With the sun just about to disappear over the horizon, their naked bodies hovered a few feet off the floor, just in front of the window.
Jean clung to her lover’s shoulders, her legs locked around his waist while she rocked her hips, his manhood pumping inside her womanhood with every motion. He held onto her as well, his hands firmly on her butt and guiding her every move as they hovered weightlessly within a halo of cosmic fire. Jean’s telekinesis had levitated them, but a halo of the Phoenix Force soon surrounded them, providing the support for the final expression of their love.
“One more, Scott. Please…let’s have one more,” Jean said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m ready, Jean. For you…for us…I’m ready!” said Scott with his unflinching determination.
Their bodies, passions, and souls entwined, they lovingly held one another as they shared one last blissful release. This time, the Phoenix Force seemed to moan with them in the final rush of ecstasy. It sent another hot gust of wind through the room, ruffling their bed sheets and curtains. When the air finally settled and only their heavy breathing could be heard in the darkened room, Scott and Jean shared a final kiss to cap off their extensive lovemaking.
“I love you, Jean,” he told her.
“I love you too, Scott,” she replied.
Such simple words conveyed so many passions. No matter how many times they’d said them, they still carried great meaning. What words couldn’t express, another kiss helped get the point across.
As they shared in that loving gesture, their intimate flesh parted. Jean also released her lover from her leg-locked embrace. They still held hands as they descended back to the floor. Their legs were still weak, their flesh hot from so much exertion and ecstasy. She ended up leaning on Scott for support, who kept her in his loving arms in the waning moments of the New Mexico sunset.
Now standing together, still very naked and very content with their passions, a satisfied silence fell over them. The two lovers exchanged affectionate smiles before admiring the view outside. Jean casually rested her head on her husband’s shoulder while Scott tenderly stroked her fiery hair, holding her close in a moment of peaceful serenity.
They watched as the sun finally disappeared over the horizon, bringing night to the vast New Mexico landscape. Stars appeared in the cloudless sky. Cold air swept through the rugged terrain, prompting Scott and Jean to huddle closer. After all the overwhelming feelings they’d shared in such heated lovemaking, it brought perfect balance to their uncanny perspective.
“It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” Jean said, finally breaking the silence.
“You’ll have to be more specific,” said Scott half-jokingly.
“Everything,” she said, “the lives we’ve built…the connections we’ve forged…the love we’ve made.”
“Especially the love,” Scott said, “but I know what you’re saying.”
“And it’s worth saying often,” she said in a serious tone. “Ever since we encountered the Phoenix Force, we’ve seen the world through a new perspective. We’ve cast aside old burdens, pursued new visions, and embraced new passions. It’s just been so incredible. It’s…”
Jean attempted to find the right words, but that was impossible, even with a cosmic force. Thankfully, none were needed. A brief exchange with her husband and a loving gesture between them conveyed the necessary sentiment. After how far they’d come and everything they’d achieved along the way, the power of that perspective had never been more meaningful.
“I know. Believe me, Jean. I know,” said Scott as he looked up at the stars with Jean.
“It feels like we’ve laid the foundation,” she said, “but there’s so much more to do.”
“I agree,” he said, “and rest assured, we’ll build on what we’ve created. Not just with X-Corp, but with us. Our passions have taken us far. Our love has taken us even farther. I don’t know where it’ll ultimately lead us, but I know this, Jean. With you by my side…with our love and the perspective we share…there’s nothing we can’t overcome.”
“Oh Scott,” said Jean, “even in the heat of afterglow, you inspire such confidence and hope.”
“We’ll need plenty of both moving forward,” he said. “I’m sure there are plenty of challenges in front of us…and a few that’ll find us. But for now, I just want to enjoy a quiet night with my beautiful wife.”
“A quiet night with the man I love,” Jean said softly, “yeah, I’d like that too. After everything we’ve experienced, these nights are more precious than ever.”
Secret Hellfire Club Bunker – Sage’s Lab
‘Some secrets ought to stay buried. Some memories are best forgotten. You rarely know for sure what should remain in the darkest of shadows until the end of time. For once, I do know. I hate that I know, but I do. And I’m not going to run from it.’
Emma Frost had been called many things in her life. Some were flattering. Some were demeaning. From ruthless to determined, queen to whore, controlling to domineering, and vindictive to sadistic, she’d carried many labels. She often stopped short of embracing those that didn’t serve her goals.
At first, her primary goal was to escape her family, who’d turned against her the moment she became a threat to their wealth and status. Then, after striking out on her own, her goals revolved around working her way up the ranks of the Inner Circle. She’d lied, cheated, stole, and whored herself into positions of power and influence. She never let anyone or anything hold her back. She never felt a shred of remorse. She’d come very close to hardening her soul as much as her diamond skin.
That all changed when she encountered Madelyne “Goblin Queen” Pryor. In an elaborate, but profound act of humiliation, Emma’s entire outlook changed. Escaping her clutches in Limbo with her soul intact had come at a cost. Being gone for two years after what had been only a day was just a small part of that cost. She’d lost so much more at the hands of that woman, but she’d gained something, as well.
It would’ve been easy to just take that experience, lock it away in her mind, and never dwell on it again. She still had plenty of money. In fact, she had even more than she did when she disappeared, thanks to her many fail-safes, legal tactics, and investment schemes. She could’ve lived out the rest of her days on a private island, relaxing and indulging in any way she pleased. Not long ago, Emma would’ve chosen that path without hesitation. Unfortunately, an emerging perspective made that untenable.
“Sage! Tessa! Whatever the hell you call yourself, I know you’re here,” Emma called out upon entering one of the Hellfire Club’s most secretive bunkers.
The determined blond didn’t get a response at first, but continued through the darkened corridors. She knew someone was there and the list of people who knew about this bunker on the outskirts of Boston was incredibly small. She’d helped build it and only one other person had a reason for being here.
‘Two years! I lost two goddamn years while that goblin skank tormented me in Limbo. I’m plenty pissed, but plenty motivated. That bitch did a lot in two years. She took over the entire Inner Circle and then some. If she’s as deranged as she is arrogant, she thinks she has all their resources. She’s dead wrong! A true queen always has contingencies, both for her wealth and for her wrath.’
Emma made her way through the bunker with the cold determination that that had driven her since escaping Limbo. She was still the White Queen, but she was not the same woman who once casually sipped wine alongside other kings and queens.
She vividly recalled that fateful night she returned to her world, completely naked and nearly broken. Just finding clothes, getting to a safehouse, and making a few calls to her critical contacts had been the easy part. What stood out more was all that time she’d spent in the shower and in front of the mirror.
Initially, it was just to get the lingering sweat and jizz from the goblin studs. Even after she’d cleaned herself thoroughly, she kept scrubbing her once flawless skin. When she looked in the mirror, she still saw the same voluptuous figure that men of the highest status once lusted over her. However, no matter what she did, that piece of her soul remained missing. What Madelyne Pryor did to her and what she did to escape lingered over her like an inescapable burden.
She must have stood alone in that bathroom for hours, trying to recapture the strength and poise that once made her the White Queen. She could only gather so much. In doing so, she came to an inescapable conclusion, which ultimately led her to this bunker.
“Tessa!” Emma called out again. “You know damn well it’s me! No shapeshifter, hologram, or life model decoy can match my tone when I’m this pissed. Now turn the goddamn lights on!”
She stood in place for a brief moment, letting the force of her words echo through the darkened halls and the sensors that lined them. It took longer than she would’ve preferred, but they finally had the desired effect. The lights in the bunker turned on, illumining the path forward.
“Finally,” the White Queen said coldly.
With ruthless intent, she stormed towards the end of the hall, arriving at a heavy door. She opened a panel on the wall, activated the advanced biometrics that she’d purchased from Tony Stark – in exchange for a hefty sum and a sexual favor, no less. After verifying it was her, the door opened to reveal a well-stocked, well-equipped bunker.
It had everything a member of the Inner Circle needed. There were luxurious quarters, overpriced décor, secure computer networks, weapons stockpiles, and even a cache of caviar. These bunkers were designed to allow any member to hide out, maintain their role in the organization, and continue operating their respective business operations in the event of a major shake-up. Emma had put many contingencies in place, not doubting for a second that someone would try to usurp her role or try to kill her. She just never expected to employ them like this.
An important part of making the bunkers work was having a trusted confidant who could access it. For Emma, whose list of people she trusted had grown distressingly short in recent years, she didn’t have many to choose from. However, she still had some allies who weren’t overpaid lawyers or someone she’d blackmailed.
As she made her way into the bunker, passing by the kitchen and living spaces, she encountered the only person who had a reason to be there in the event she disappeared. If the dirty dishes, unmade bed, and active computer servers were any indication, she’d been here for quite some time. When Emma arrived at the desk in the corner of the computer terminals, she finally found her.
“Emma Frost,” said a flat, mechanical voice, “forgive me. I had to turn my emotions off. I genuinely thought I’d gone mad.”
“You’re sane, Tessa. I assure you,” Emma replied.
“I appreciate the assurance. And please, call me Sage. With the former Inner Circle already a forgotten memory, there’s no need for tact.”
The beautiful, raven-haired woman finally emerged from the room adjacent to the computer terminal. That roomed happened to be where the weapons had been stored. She had a handgun with her, a necessary precaution in case she had to face an intruder or imposter. Emma expected nothing less from Sage, but remained impatient in her efforts.
Sage had been a close ally since her early days at the Hellfire Club. Like her, she was a mutant. She had telepathy and a computer-like brain, which included the ability to turn off her emotions. That made her a capable spy and informant. She’d tasked her with keeping tabs on the rest of the Inner Circle while aiding her various operations, including her many contingency plans.
She’d proven trustworthy, if only because she had a similar disdain of Sebastian Shaw. She also had agendas of her own, which Emma had aided out of mutual benefit. She was also incredibly perceptive, even for a telepath. It showed in how she scrutinized Emma, even after setting her gun aside.
“I hope you have a good explanation, Emma,” said Sage, her voice still flat and mechanical.
“I have an explanation,” Emma replied. “It’s just not a good one…if by good, you mean for the faint of heart.”
“I still require some critical details. You and the Inner Circle disappeared without a trace. Then, some new psychotic queen takes over and I barely escaped her wrath.”
“Consider yourself very lucky,” Emma said under her breath.
“I’ve been operating out of several bunkers. Yours is the only one left.”
“Can’t say I’m surprised,” she scoffed. “I always was more diligent than Shaw…in more ways than one.”
“I managed to keep your businesses and bank accounts active, but that was the easy part. Shape-shifters and life-model decoys can only do so much when you just vanish without a trace. Everything else the Inner Circle once owned…money, resources, connections, weapons, and personnel…it’s all been subsumed by a new queen.”
“The Goblin Queen,” Emma told her. “Yes, I’ve met her. And whatever you’ve heard about her, I promise it’s a million times worse.”
Sage fell silent. If her emotions had been on, she would’ve trembled at the details Emma could’ve shared with her. She had no desire to recount that decadent, spirit-breaking, mind-warping experience. They had work to do and a queen to usurp.
“Whatever she’s called herself, she’s dangerous,” Sage said, breaking the silence. “She gains power and influence with each passing day. I’ve spent all this time evading her. Please tell me there’s a plan to defeat her.”
“Oh I have every intention of defeating that goblin-loving bitch. Be certain of that,” said Emma, her every word seething with anger. “As for a plan, however, that’s a work-in-progress. And based on what I’ve learned since my absence, there’s little we can do on our own. If we’re to have any chance of usurping that skank, we’ll need help…specifically from these two.”
Emma reached into her pocket to retrieve a crumpled-up piece of paper she’d kept with her since she returned from Limbo. It was the same flyer she’d found on the former site of the Hellfire Club. It advertised the continued growth of X-Corp, a non-profit that had emerged and grown significantly during her absence.
When she presented it to Sage, she pointed to the two figures on the front of the flyer. Those figures had already gained a certain amount of fame, success, and influence. When they found out what they were up against, they might dread how much they stood to lose if they didn’t stop the Goblin Queen.
“Scott and Jean-Grey Summers, the founders and co-heads of X-Corp,” Sage said. “Emma, why are we getting these two involved in something this unsavory?”
“Because, whether they know it or not, their fate is tied to hers…and mine, by default,” Emma said. “We’re going to need them. Moreover, they’re going to need me too.”
“Why you? They’re friends with the X-men, the Avengers, the Fantastic Four, and SHIELD.”
“Because I’ve seen what the Goblin Queen is capable of!” the White Queen said strongly. “I’ve experienced her wrath. I cannot…I will not let it stand! I intend to end her sordid wrath for good. But to do that, I’ll need to make a critical connection with Scott and Jean Grey-Summers.”
The End
AN: That’s the end of this volume of the Erotic Phoenix Saga. Please stay tuned for more updates on the future of this series. As always, I welcome any feedback and suggestions. Please post them in the comments or contact me directly. I’d love to hear from you. Take care.
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