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The Red Queen Chronicles: The Phoenix	By : marvelmaster616 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Crossovers Views: 7086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The Red Queen Chronicles: The Phoenix
Chapter 2: Overwhelmingly Overdue
The Xavier Institute – Years Ago
“Will you give it a rest, already? I am not having this discussion!” said an annoyed and exasperated Jean Grey.
“Why is that, Red? You afraid I’m right?” replied Logan with a smug grin.
“No. It’s just not worth discussing. It’s also none of your business!” she said firmly.
“But if I’m right, it could be.”
Jean rolled her eyes and muttered a string of curses, most of which Logan probably heard. This was not how she’d hoped her visit to the Xavier Institute would go. She’d just come back, taking a break from college in New York, to catch up with Scott. They’d planned to go on a few dates. Scott had even gone to the trouble of taking several days off from training, getting them a hotel room, and making sure they could just focus on being a couple.
Then, she just had to go and cross paths with Logan. Somehow, in a conversation she regretted starting, the topic of her sex life came up. It all went downhill from there.
“That’s it! This conversation is over,” said Jean, about ready to storm off. “I just came here to meet up with my boyfriend, catch up with my teammates, and try to enjoy myself over spring break. Talking about my sex life is not on that list.”
“You sure about that, Jeannie?” questioned Logan. “That part about ‘enjoying yourself’ makes me wonder.”
“Please don’t wonder. I sense enough dirty thoughts during biology lectures.”
“Are they really that dirty? Or is that just what you like to think around your uptight, clean cut boyfriend?”
“Is this your way of saying I shouldn’t be with Scott? That I should be with someone who wears the same shirt for a month and smells like cigar smoke most of the time?”
“I ain’t saying anything I ain’t already made clear before,” Logan quipped, “but I’ve known a lot of women in my days…women who appreciate the smell of sweat and cigar smoke.”
“I’m sure you do,” muttered Jean under her breath.
“I also know that some women pretend like they ain’t ever had a kinky thought in their life…that they ain’t got a side that makes them wanna do more than just hump one guy for the rest of their life. They may be damn good at hiding that side, but they can’t hide it from everyone.”
As Logan said these words, he took a step closer. The thick manly musk that this burly, brute of a man exuded inundated Jean’s senses. It ended up affecting her more than she expected. Her heart rate jumped. Her palms grew sweaty. She even felt a distinct heat between her legs.
It was so raw and unfiltered, qualities that embodied who Logan was and what he represented. Jean felt her body betrayed her, which made his point to an extent that she’d rather not admit. It wasn’t the first time either. Ever since she left the X-men, Logan had gone out of his way to flirt with her, even when she’d made it clear that she was with Scott. That still didn’t dissuade him and, despite her best efforts, she couldn’t avoid how he made her feel.
“Logan…don’t,” she told him in a deep, serious tone.
“I ain’t doing anything. I’m just making an observation,” Logan replied. “You want to ignore it? Fine! But that don’t make it any less right.”
Jean was prepared to argue with him. She was prepared to prove to him that she wasn’t this repressed, sex-crazed nymphomaniac that he saw in her for some reason. Why he saw that in her still baffled and annoyed her to no end. The way her mind and body reacted when she was around him didn’t help.
However, before she could open her mouth and make her point, a voice rang out.
“Hey Jean! Are you ready?” Scott called out from the foyer. “I just confirmed our reservation at the restaurant. We’re good to go.”
His timing couldn’t have been better. Almost immediately, Jean took a deep breath and remembered why she’d come here in the first place. She had a date with her boyfriend and she wasn’t going to let Logan’s perverted remarks dissuade her.
“I’m on my way, Scott! I’ll be there in a sec,” Jean replied.
With a mix of relief and resolve, she stepped away from Logan and shook off the effects he’d evoked. He continued giving her that dirty grin of his while projecting some fairly lurid thoughts, but Jean was content to shut them out once more.
“That’s my queue,” said Jean. “Let’s not continue this conversation later…or ever, for that matter.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Red,” said Logan, “but one of these days, you’ll see I’m right. You can only repress shit like this for so long. Take it from a jaded old canucklehead. It’ll happen.”
“No. It won’t,” said Jean confidently as she walked away. “I am not that kind of girl. I’m sure of it.”
Hellfire Club – Present Time
‘Damn. I guess I AM that kind of girl after all.’
It was really happening. There was no denying it, avoiding it, or repressing it anymore. Jean Grey was going to confront a part of herself that she’d been denying all her life. She was going to have sex. She was going to have a lot of sex of the very decadent variety and she was going to enjoy every goddamn second of it.
It was right up there with the shocking realization that she was a mutant. She was very horny. She wanted to fuck and she wanted to do it in ways that didn’t just involve her husband. Here, on the center stage of the same Hellfire Club that once corrupted her, she had an opportunity to exercise all those feelings. This time, there would be no repression. She was going to explore, indulge, and embrace these feelings for all their worth.
“What are you waiting for?” said an impatient Mary Jane Watson, the Red Queen of the Hellfire Club. “Get the hell out of those clothes! Show the world what you’ve been hiding all this time!”
“Just…give us a minute,” said Scott, who seemed every bit as overwhelmed.
“To hell with that!” Jean found herself saying. “A minute…is too long.”
In an outburst that surprised her almost as much as it surprised her husband, Jean channeled her telekinesis, as well as her connection to the Phoenix Force, to remove her clothes by effectively dematerializing them. In an instant, her shirt, pants, shoes, bra, and panties turned to dust, rendering her completely naked in under a half-second.
“Whoa…that has to be a record for the fastest strip-tease ever,” said the man in the red mask, who was still sitting in the audience.
Jean immediately felt everyone’s eyes on her naked body. It was an unusual feeling, getting undressed like this on a stage for everyone to see. She used to be so shy about taking her clothes off, even while in a locker room with other women. Now here she was, every inch of her body exposed for all to see. She felt no inclination to cover herself in any way. She wanted everyone to see her breasts, her butt, her pussy, and everything in between.
Sensing Scott’s shocked and astonished gaze on her, she turned towards him and gave him a sultry smile…one that could’ve easily been mistaken for a look from Emma Frost. He was still fully clothed and too overwhelmed to do anything about it. Being his loving wife, she felt inclined to help.
“Relax, my darling. I haven’t forgotten about you,” she told him.
Raising her hand, she pointed towards him and directed some Phoenix-shaped flames towards him. The second they hit, Scott’s clothes dematerialized as well. His shirt, pants, boxers, and boots disappeared before everyone’s eyes. She was prepared to assure him that his clothes were intact. She’d just caused them to rematerialize with hers on an empty seat off-stage. However, he didn’t seem the least bit concerned. If anything, he was just as relieved to be naked as her.
“Thanks,” said Scott, already short of breath. “That…was easier.”
“I agree. Much easier,” said Emma Frost, still standing next to Jean Grey.
Now all eyes were on her naked husband. The tall, slim, muscular form that he’d honed from years of Danger Room training was there for all to see. In addition to her husband’s impressive build, the generous endowment between his legs hung free from its confines. It was already semi-hard, adding to the intense masculinity that he’d always exuded, but never showed off.
His manly form was something that Jean had admired for years, often with dirty thoughts she’d censor in her private moments. She’d even scorn others who dared admire him in the same way. Now other women had a chance to admire it, but it didn’t bother her this time. If anything, Jean found it arousing.
“My, my, my…just when I thought those skin-tight uniforms left something to the imagination,” said Emma Frost, her eyes already locked on Scott’s lower anatomy.
“I can see why he’s the leader of the X-men. He definitely has the endowments, so to speak,” said Mary Jane.
“I always knew he did. I just wondered how much of it he held back. Now I know. No wonder Jean came back from the dead!”
It was as crude and smug a remark as Emma Frost had ever made. The fact she never diverted her gaze from Scott’s penis made it even cruder. However, that didn’t make it any less true.
Jean didn’t deny it. Scott didn’t say anything either. There was no use arguing and not just because they were standing on a stage naked, horny as hell, and surrounded by cosmic energy.
They had already confessed to having these desires, being attracted to others and fantasizing about indulging their lurid lusts. They’d spent so much of their lives restraining themselves, holding back for reasons that no longer made sense. In wake of this new feeling, triggered by the M’Krann shard that Emma was still holding, she and Scott could not hold back any longer.
Now fully exposed and still processing the effects from the crystal, Mary Jane stepped forward. She still carried herself like a queen, but she had already proved that she’d earned that title. Jean found herself all too eager to follow whatever decadent plan she had in store for them.
“To hell with holding back! That all changes today,” the Red Queen firmly proclaimed. “Here in the Hellfire Club, we don’t hold back. We don’t deny our desires, especially to those who’ve earned them. You two are heroes. You two fight to save a world that hates and fears your kind. If anyone has earned a little decadent indulgence, it’s you two.”
“Skip the part where you remind us how horny we are. Tell us what you’re going to do about it, damn it!” said Scott in a commanding tone so befitting of an X-leader.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t intend to make you stand there naked for too long,” said Mary Jane, “but if you’re going to do this, the Hellfire Club will help you in the best possible way. Since I happen to be a former prostitute, I hope you’ll trust my expertise.”
“Fine. You have it. Now what the hell happens next? Tell me before I start probing minds!” said Jean with growing impatience.
Mary Jane cast them a look of approval, clearly encouraged by their attitude. She then turned towards Emma Frost, who’d managed to tear herself away from the sight of Scott’s cock. Without saying a word, she held her hand out. Emma then placed the M’Krann Shard in her palm. It continued glowing with more fiery energy, but had since settled into a steady flicker.
Jean could still sense its power, like a beacon urging her to see this through. All those pent up feelings and desires…they were like a missing piece of herself that she’d refused to acknowledge. The chance to complete herself was there. She just had to seize it, but she couldn’t do that without the Red Queen.
“Here’s what’s going to happen first,” said Mary Jane, holding up the shard so its fiery light illuminated the stage. “Jean Grey, you’re going to come over to this couch. You’re going to sit here, get comfy, and start masturbating. You’re going to get your pussy nice and wet. Think of it as a warm-up of sorts.”
“That can’t be all you want me to do,” said Jean. “I don’t see how my pussy can get much warmer.”
“Trust me. It can,” said the Red Queen wryly. “That’s where you come in, Scott.”
She walked over to her naked husband and stood right in front of him in a way that gave him a perfect view of her cleavage, triggering an immediate response from his dick. Jean doubted that was an accident, but didn’t mind in the slightest this time. With a devious glint in her eyes, the Red Queen reached up and cupped Scott’s chin to direct his daze back towards Emma, who was still standing near the foot of the king-sized bed on the stage.
“Emma tells me there’s been some tension between you two since she joined the X-men,” she said. “While I’m not sure how much of it was sexual, I imagine there have been a few naughty thoughts here and there.”
“I…won’t bother denying it,” said Scott.
“Good, because I gladly admit it,” said Emma, sounding almost proud of it. “There have been times I’ve thought those things about you, Scott. There’s just something about strong, assertive, leader-like men that turn me on.”
“For a wannabe queen, that does not surprise me in the slightest,” said Jean, humored by her admission.
“That’s why you’re going to walk up to her, strip her naked, and fuck her on that bed,” said Mary Jane in as clear and concise a tone as possible. “No tension. No complicated emotions. You’re just going to fuck her and you’re going to fuck her hard.”
The Red Queen then turned to back to Jean, that authoritative, regal poise not fading for a second.
“And you’re going to watch, Jean,” the voluptuous redhead told her. “You’re going to watch your husband have sex with this woman and you’re going to masturbate the entire time. He’s going to enjoy it. Emma’s going to enjoy it. You’re going to enjoy it.”
“That’s a…bold request,” said Jean.
“There’s nothing bold about it. This is just people exploring their desires and enjoying them. Nobody gets hurt. Nobody berates themselves for feeling or not feeling a certain way. You two clearly have a lot of love for each other, but you also have plenty of lust. The Hellfire Club is just giving you a chance to enjoy both.”
She made it sound so logical. It didn’t change the actual specifics of what was about to happen. Scott – her husband and the man she deeply loved – was going to have sex with another woman. Moreover, she was going to watch him do it and pleasure herself in the process.
It seemed antithetical to everything Jean knew about love, marriage, and what it meant to be with someone. Then again, what she knew hadn’t exactly served her well. No matter how much she and Scott loved each other, there had still been tension. She’d been attracted to other men. He’d been attracted to other women. Something about that old approach just seemed so…inadequate. As crazy as this sounded, it made a strange and sexy bit of sense.
“Also…it wasn’t a request,” Mary Jane added. “I’m the Red Queen, remember? I run this club. If you’re going to be guests in this club, you will respect my authority.”
“And trust me…it’s an authority worth respecting,” said the masked man in the audience.
With that stern reminder, Mary Jane simplified the situation. Jean looked over at her husband, who now had this look on his face that reminded her of the first time he got to fly the X-jet. He had stopped analyzing the situation, as he compulsively did with every mission. She sensed his thoughts taking on a more laser-like focus, but this time with a very different objective.
‘Jean, you know what I want. You know how I feel. With everything we’ve been through…’
‘It’s okay, Scott. You don’t need to say or think it. I know. I think we’ve always known. Let’s not avoid it anymore. I want this to make us stronger.’
‘I want that too. I want it more than I can put into thoughts.’
‘Then what are you waiting for? Let’s show these royal bitches that we can be sexy too!’
Jean couldn’t believe she’d thought something so vulgar. It didn’t stop her or her husband from grinning deviously. She could already feel the both of them embracing this decadent, indulgent spirit. She had every intention of seeing it through and enjoying it every step of the way.
“Well in that case, I’d hate to be rude,” said Scott, still coming off as the overly-serious boy scout he’d always been. “X-men are supposed to be respectful of our allies, last I checked.”
“And we should be setting a good example for others to follow,” added Jean, pretending as though this were a serious mission.
“You two just have to be so goddamn upstanding, don’t you?” said Emma with a bemused grin.
“Emma…there’s nothing upstanding about what I’m going to do to you,” said Scott.
Her husband’s gaze narrowed on the attractive blond, as though she were a critical objective of a life-or-death situation. Jean wasn’t sure if Emma was picking up on his thoughts right now, but if she were, then she’d better brace herself.
Like Juggernaut on a rampage, Scott stormed across the stage, enraptured Emma in his powerful arms, and crashed his lips against hers in a powerful kiss. The glowing energy from the M’Krann Shard flared briefly and as soon as his lips touched Emma, some of that energy affected her. It must have affected her pretty intensely because she saw her eyes widen and her body shutter.
“Wow! Her sex drive just went from zero to sixty to a million,” said Jean as she watched on.
“Then this shiny little trinket is doing its job,” said Mary Jane, still holding up the glowing shard, “and trust me, it’s just getting warmed up!”
“I don’t need to trust you at this point, Ms. Watson. I’ve felt this power before. I know where this is going. Emma has no idea what she’s in for!”
“Then let’s get comfortable and enjoy the show!” said Mary Jane.
With the shard in hand, the Red Queen escorted Jean over to the sofa that was just across from the bed. She was so horny that it felt like she had lead weights on her. The energy around her was so intense, as if to reflect the extent of her desire. The idea of watching her husband fuck another woman – even a woman she had clashed with before – now seemed less a novelty and more a spectacle to behold.
As Jean sat on the sofa, spreading her legs so that the heat from her sex could spread, Scott’s efforts with Emma escalated. The shock from the kiss, and the energy it imparted, quickly sunk in. She began kissing back, hungrily immersing herself in his powerful grasp. Jean could tell by the way her legs shifted that she was already aroused. Her pussy was probably soaked and for once, her skin-tight attire didn’t help her.
“Mmm…so hot,” Emma gasped, her voice muffled by the kissing.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, Emma,” said Scott in tone that would’ve impressed Logan.
As he smothered her with his lips, he led her to the bed. After just a few steps, Emma’s legs failed her. The arousal was just that strong. Scott, being the gentleman Jean married, caught her before she lost her balanced and lifted her up in his arms. Emma instinctively hooked her legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders as he carried her to the bed and laid her down in the center.
Their lips parted. Now, Scott hovered over her, still fully naked and fueled by the energy from the M’Krann shared. As he gazed down at the already-breathless Emma Frost, Jean could sense him formulating a strategy. Even in matters of sex, Scott Summers couldn’t resist surmising the optimal path for completing a mission. The process might not have been sexy, but the results sure were. Jean could attest to that and Emma was about to find out as well.
“You’re overdressed,” Scott told her.
“First time anyone has said that too me,” said Emma curtly.
“Doesn’t matter. Let’s fix that!”
With an assertiveness so befitting of a leader, Scott grabbed the top part of Emma’s X-men uniform and tore it off, exposing the large, surgically enhanced breasts. This apparently surprised her, the usually-reserved Scott Summers ripping off her clothes, but she didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it aroused her even more. Besides, she probably had a dozen of those uniforms in her closet anyways.
However, the sight of Emma Frost’s large, perfectly-shaped breasts didn’t slow Scott in the slightest. He was a man who could filter out any distraction to accomplish the mission. As such, he made sure this didn’t stop him from turning his attention to Emma’s skin-tight white pants, which were probably unbearable by now.
“Off! Get them off, damn it!” Emma urged him.
Whether or not Scott heard her plea didn’t matter. He had already gone to work, undoing the front part of her pants and grabbing the sides so he could pull them off. Emma eagerly did her part, elevating her hips so he could get them off, along with her panties, boots, and socks.
Emma also used the opportunity to take off the matching white gloves she often wore with her uniform. Why she wore those gloves had always been a mystery. Jean suspected it had something to do with protecting her overly-manicured nails. Whatever her reason, both gloves were off by the time Scott threw what remained of her clothes off the bed and across the stage.
It had probably been the fasted Emma had ever gotten naked on stage before. She was probably more comfortable than most, being fully nude in front of an audience. She made no effort to hide her breasts, butt, and pussy. In fact, she made sure Jean had a perfect view of her body, using the mirrors that had been placed over the bed to her full advantage.
“Emma Frost naked on stage, about to be fucked senseless,” Jean found herself saying. “I imagine this is fairly routine for her.”
“But not for you and your husband,” Mary Jane pointed out, who stood next to the sofa. “This isn’t about Emma or me or the fact this is happening on a stage. This is about you having a chance to embrace a feeling you’ve been repressing.”
“Trust me. We intend to take it!”
Jean still had no idea where this devious confidence was coming from. It couldn’t just be due to intense horniness. There had to be more to it and she had no intention of avoiding it, but not before she enjoying the sexy show before her.
She kept watching as Scott hovered over Emma, admiring her naked body and formulating a strategy for how he was going to fuck her senseless. It was like a preview for Jean, sensing everything he was going to do to her.
It got her juices flowing in all the right ways. She went to work participating in the spectacle, reaching down between her thighs and fondling her soaking wet pussy with her right hand. This kick-started some of the sensations she craved, but Jean made sure she didn’t get too ahead of herself.
Scott didn’t take too long a time admiring Emma’s body. Once he had a plan, he went to work exploring her naked flesh with his lips and hands. He kissed her again, this time with more intent. They were soon making out in the bed in an outburst of heated foreplay. Scott was very thorough, grabbing her breasts, feeling up her thighs, and skillfully trailing his fingers up the outer slit of her pussy. This got a particularly vocal reaction from Emma, which showed the effectiveness of Scott’s strategy.
It was not at all unlike the strategy he employed with her. Scott had always been big on foreplay. Jean remembered how thorough he’d been on their first time together. She suspected Emma wasn’t used to men who valued the finer details of sex. It must have been refreshing. It must have been frustrating too, but that only made Jean fondle herself a little harder.
“Mmm…oohhh Scott! I’m so wet…so horny! Oh I want you…so bad!” Emma exclaimed.
Upon hearing this lurid proclamation, Scott abruptly ceased his kissing. His naked body still on top of hers, hot skin pressing against hot skin, he caressed her face and gazed into her eyes intently. It was like he’d received a new mission objective and, being the hardened X-man he was, he would pursue it with the utmost determination.
“Is that what you want, Emma?” he asked her, speaking with a commanding tone that even a queen had to respect. “You want me to fuck you like I’ve been wanting to fuck you in my deepest, darkest thoughts?”
“Yes! That’s exactly what I want!” said Emma without hesitation. “Don’t fuck me like your wife. Don’t fuck me like some nameless whore. Just fuck me like you want to fuck me.”
Scott cast her a mischievous grin, as though that was exactly what he’d been waiting for her to say. It might have been part of his strategy. Mischievous or not, it worked.
“Very well,” he said in an overly-official tone. “If that’s what you want…then that’s what you’ll get.”
Just hearing him say that, as well as the way he said I, almost made Jean orgasm right then and there. Emma might have been even closer, although she’d never admit it. She might carry herself like a queen, but when a man asserted himself like this, showing the kind of strength and power that she’d been drawn to her whole life, it drove her wild with lust.
Scott took full advantage of it, rising up and launching the next phase of his strategy. That involved him grabbing Emma by the waist, turning her over so that she was on all fours, and position himself behind her so that his dick was aligned with her pussy. Emma was already grasping the bed sheets for dear life, bracing herself in anticipation.
He didn’t make her wait too long. Scott, the energy of the shard flowed through their bodies, grabbed her by the hips and skillfully guided the tip of his cock to her wet entrance. Then, he drove his hips forward and thrust his rock-hard member into Emma’s pussy.
“Ohhh yeah! That’s what I want!” Emma moaned.
Scott didn’t say a word. He didn’t hesitate in the slightest either. As soon as his dick was inside her wet folds, he began fucking her. Unlike his approach to foreplay, he didn’t build it up or draw it out. He just grabbed Emma’s waist, dug his knees into the bed, and began repeatedly thrusting into her.
Within seconds, their naked bodies – not to mention the entire bed – were rocking to a heated sexual rhythm. The energy from the M’krann Shard intensified, as if to fill Scott with the energy he needed to realize these deep, long-repressed desires. He made good use of it too. He fucked Emma with an intensity and vigor Jean hadn’t seen, even in their most heated moments. He was not fucking this woman in a way a man would fuck his wife. He was fucking her in a very different way.
Whatever way it was, Jean watched intently every step of the way. As Scott fucked Emma, Jean pumped her fingers into her dripping wet pussy. She was every bit as focused as her husband, pleasuring herself with an intensity she had never once dared. Her eyes never diverting from the scene before her, she leaned back on the sofa, elevated her legs, and fondled one of her breasts.
More sensations shot up through her body…intense, powerful sensations that mixed the most basic of pleasures with something more profound. It might have been the energy from the M’Krann Shard, which still flickered brightly in Mary Jane’s hand. It might have just been the sheer novelty of watching her husband fuck another woman. It was probably a mix of both because it sent her to the brink of orgasm in record time.
“Whoa! The shard is getting pretty energetic,” commented Mary Jane. “You two are taking to this even better than I expected.”
“You think that implies something?” questioned the man in the red mask.
“Nothing I didn’t already suspect…just not to this extent,” she replied.
Jean didn’t know what kind of extent she was referring to, but she couldn’t care less. She was too captivated by this feeling and the erotic spectacle before her.
She wasn’t the only one either. As Scott fucked the former White Queen, Emma somehow managed to turn her gaze towards Jean. She made sure she looked her directly in the eye, as if to draw her attention from the rest of the spectacle surrounding her and Scott’s sex. In that moment, Jean locked gazes with her telepathic rival.
“He…he’s fucking me, Jean! Your husband…is fucking me!” said Emma intently. “His dick…so deep inside me! So deep…in my pussy! I…fucking love it! It feels…so fucking good! He’s going…to make me…come!”
Jean’s gaze narrowed on the former White Queen. She knew what she was doing. She knew the reaction she would get. She was goading her, letting her know that she was having sex with her husband and enjoying it every step of the way. However, Jean’s first reaction wasn’t to get angry. Instead, she made it a point to enjoy it even more.
“Scott…fuck her harder!” urged Jean. “Fuck her! Make her scream!”
“Hnn…yes, my love,” said Scott through his labored grunts.
If Emma had seen the devious grin on his face, she would’ve braced herself even more. It was too late now because Scott immediately stepped up his efforts, fucking her harder and rocking the bed with more ferocity. He leaned over and grasped her dangling breasts, grasping them as he fucked her. He also kissed around her neck, nibbled around her air, and drove his dick up into her pussy with every thrust of his hips.
Naturally, this kept Emma from goading Jean even more. More importantly, though, it also sent Jean over the edge. Seeing her husband fuck this woman so hard, watching her smug expression fade into a daze of drunken lust, made her climax. She ended up climpaxing harder than she’d ever climaxed on her own.
“Too late, Emma!” said Jean, her gaze still locked onto Emma’s. “I’m coming first! I’m…coming…first! Ohhhh fuck!”
In what might have been the most fitting retort ever, Jean beat Emma to the punch. She squeezed her left breast, drove two fingers into her pussy, and arched her lower body as she achieved her sexual release. It was hot, intense, and powerful. Jean hadn’t felt such a rush since her first encounter with the Phoenix Force. The M’Krann Shard must have picked up on that too because it shuddered in Mary Jane’s hand, radiating more energy than before.
“Just when I thought orgasms couldn’t get more theatric,” said Mary Jane as she clung to the crystal.
“I know! How many orgasms come with a light show?” said the man in the rest mask.
“I don’t know, but I think you better get up here, Tiger. We may need to step up our timetables for these two.”
Jean could only imagine what that implied, but she couldn’t imagine much right now. Her mind and body were swimming in a sea of orgasmic ecstasy. She felt so invigorated. It was like this had been a long time coming, if that wasn’t too crude a term. So much of these feelings had been pent up. Now, they could finally be released and there was a lot to release.
Her orgasm hadn’t gone unnoticed by Emma or Scott, for that matter. In fact, the extra energy from the M’Krann Shard seemed to motivate Scott even more. In another show of his assertive strength, X-leader briefly withdrew his cock from Emma and turned her over, laying her out on the bed once more. He also demonstrated an uncanny awareness of the setup on the stage, positioning her so that the angled mirrors gave everyone watching a perfect bird’s-eye view of their naked bodies.
“You’re going to come now, Emma,” Scott told her, “and then…I’m going to come inside you.”
“Yes! Do it to me, Scott! Please…do it!” said Emma with more desperation than Jean had ever heard from her.
That wasn’t just some bold claim. Jean knew better than anyone that Scott was a man of his word. When he said something was going to happen, then he was going to make it happen. Whether it involved destroying Sentinels or making a beautiful woman achieve orgasm, he delivered as few men could and Emma was about to find that out for herself. Jean, despite being in an orgasmic daze, didn’t dare miss the spectacle.
Now on top of her, Scott grabbed Emma by the wrists, pinned them at her sides, and dug his knees and feet into the bed for maximum leverage. Then, with the upper and lower body strength that had been molded by years of Danger Room training, he thrust his hips hard and fast, pumping his rigid cock into Emma’s pussy. He rocked her body hard, her breasts bouncing with each thorough motion. All the voluptuous blond could do was brace herself, locking her legs around his waist and digging the balls off her feet into his lower back.
Thanks to the angled mirrors, Jean could see Emma’s expression twitch and contort to the escalating pleasure. The snide, condescending look the White Queen often bore was completely absent. Instead, she had the look of dazed whore, utterly at the mercy of the pleasure she craved. The only way to get that pleasure, though, was through the man on top of her. The idea that the man doing this to Emma was her husband felt oddly fitting.
“Oohhh I’m coming, Scott! I’m going to…ohhhh fuck!” Emma cried out.
At that moment, every other sound in the club was muted by the orgasmic moans of Emma Frost. Scott’s grip on her wrists tightened as her body arched, her toes curled, and her face contorted to intense pleasure that followed. It was so intense that Jean sensed some of it. The M’Krann Shard seemed to sense it too. The crystal flashed, creating a brief halo of energy around Scott’s body, further adding to the spectacle and sending the voluptuous blond over the edge.
It was quite a sight, watching Emma Frost achieve orgasm. Scott seemed to take extra pleasure in it. An accomplished never left his face as he watched the former White Queen writhe under him. However, Jean could tell he wasn’t done. Even though his ruby-quartz glasses covered his eyes, she could sense him glancing toward her.
‘Think THAT was hard enough?’ he said through their link.
‘It got the job done. You’re Scott Summers. That’s what you do,’ Jean replied.
‘Well the job’s not done yet.’
‘No. It isn’t.’
Jean knew what that meant and so did he. Scott delivered on the first part of his promise. He made Emma Frost come. He made her scream. The next part was sure to be easier.
Releasing his grip on her wrists, Scott elevated himself slightly so he could hold onto Emma’s thighs as he delivered the final round of hard thrusts. Now, it was his turn to come. He was going to fill her pussy with cum just like he said he would. Being such a man of his word, Jean wanted to see her husband do this…to finish fucking this woman in the utmost.
“Now…it’s my turn!” said Scott with a determined grunt. “Now…I’m coming too!”
“Hnn…Scott,” was all Emma could get out.
The voluptuous blond was still in lustful daze, her eyes partially closed as she clung to the bed sheets for the final push. Scott gripped her thighs hard, her knees bent over his shoulder, as he pumped his cock into her throbbing pussy. It didn’t take long for him to get to that special brink. Jean sensed the moment he crossed that special threshold. She could feel the proverbial dam break as he achieved his climax.
“Do it, my love. I want you to!” Jean found herself saying.
She doubted Scott heard her. When the feeling hit, he let out a grunt that would’ve put Sabretooth to shame. Jean watched as he dug his feet into the bed, drove his dick up into Emma as hard as he could, and released his manly load up into her depths. She could see the muscles in his chest, legs, and torso tensing in accord with his blissful release.
Again, Jean could sense some of her husband’s pleasure as he completed this feeling. The energy from the M’Krann Shard reacted as well, a burst of cosmic flames surrounding his body and adding a cosmic intensity of the feeling. Such power echoed with a feeling that went beyond sex. It was like a big, unavoidable signal…one revealing something within her and Scott that they had repressed for too long.
“You feel that? The desire, the lust, the need, and the wanting…all feelings the Hellfire Club evoked within you when they made you the Black Queen. However, they never balanced those feelings…never connected them with your heart and soul. Those connections reveal things about you – and your husband, for that matter – that you dared not confess. It’s time you confront them…embrace them…and celebrate them!”
That voice no longer seemed ominous. It sounded less like darker side of herself and more like a side of her that just needed to come out. Maybe that side didn’t have to be so dark. Maybe the Hellfire Club could help her channel it into something better.
As the spectacle of Scott and Emma’s sex earned applause from Mary Jane and the audience, Jean realized that she had already become aroused again. As Scott had been fucking Emma, she reached down between her legs again and began fondling her pussy once more. It was still wet from her first release, but that was hardly enough. Her desires, as the M’Krann Shard had revealed, were much stronger than that.
“I’ve seen my share of raunchy sex shows on this stage. Hell, I’ve been the star of more than a few!” said Mary Jane, still applauding Scott and Emma. “But that was fucking hot!”
“Damn straight!” said the man in the red mask. “Still not the hottest, but definitely top five!”
“Tiger, sometimes I think your standards are too lofty.”
“I know they are,” he said playfully. “I blame you for that.”
The consensus was clear. Scott and Emma had put on a very successful sex show. Only Emma seemed to recognize that though. Scott remained lost in an orgasmic daze. As soon as he withdrew his cock from her, his body went limp. Emma, never one to ignore praise, caught him in her arms and returned to an upright position with him so she could acknowledge their successful performance. Leave it to the former White Queen to glorify herself after a sex show.
“Thank you for the sentiment,” said Emma. “It’s the second most satisfying feeling of a successful sex show.”
“Yeah…second,” said Scott, still short of breath.
“I always knew you had it in you, Scott…this strong, assertive, intensely passionate man,” she added. “Others may call you uptight. I know the truth though. The man you are is far more than the man you show others.”
“I’m…still learning to be that man.”
“And the Hellfire Club is going to help you every step of the way,” said Mary Jane, “because I believe that man can do so much more if you give him a chance.”
The man they were describing was a man Jean had known for years, but only in spirit. Scott had always been so reserved. There were certain sides of himself that he never revealed to anyone. She was among the few who got to see what kind of man he could be when he didn’t hold back. After seeing what he just did with Emma, Jean was convinced. Scott could do so much more by not holding back.
As Scott caught his breath from his elaborate sex show, Mary Jane turn her attention back to Jean. She still had that devious glint in her eyes, hinting that this sexy show was far from over.
“Speaking of those with a passionate side, I believe it’s time for the second act of our kinky escapade,” said the Red Queen, “and for this, we’ll need a very different spectacle to exercise those passions.”
“Second act?” said Jean, her mind already contemplating the possibilities.
“Oh come now! You didn’t think the most you’d be doing is touching yourself while your husband fucks another woman? That’s just not fair,” said the other redhead jokingly.
“Not to mention woefully unequal in terms of gender roles,” added Emma.
“Which is why we’re going to do the responsible thing and make sure the debauchery balances out,” said Mary Jane. “We’re nothing if not fair here at the Hellfire Club…at least when it comes to debauchery.”
The Red Queen walked up to Jean, who was still sitting somewhat slumped on couch. Her inner thighs were still burning and her mind was still dazed after everything she’d just witnessed. That didn’t stop the other redhead from casually sitting down next to her and playfully cupping her chin, not unlike a friend would to someone in need. Considering they barely knew each other, it was bold, but also reassuring.
“With respect to your husband, exercising his deeper passions was easy. No offence, Mr. Summers,” said Mary Jane.
“None taken, Ms. Watson,” said Scott, sounding way too relaxed to be offended.
“He’s a stern, disciplined mind who needed only an opportunity for outlet,” she went on. “There many men like him and I’m quite adept catering to their needs.”
“I don’t doubt that. No offence,” said Jean sheepishly.
“You can’t offend me for something I take pride in. I know how to reach men on a deeper level…revealing those deeper passions that they keep pent up, if only to maintain a façade. You might say it’s my mutant power.”
“Or superpower, but I guess that works better in this case,” said the man in the red mask, which earned him an approving grin from the Red Queen.
“For you, though – a woman who is often overwhelmed by her passions – that presents a much greater challenge.”
“Are you talking about the Phoenix Force?” asked Jean.
“Actually, I think the Phoenix Force is secondary here. These passions aren’t the product of a cosmic force, Ms. Grey-Summers. They’re all you.”
That caught Jean by surprise. It wasn’t the first time she’d discussed overwhelming passions with someone. However, most of those discussions inevitably led to the Phoenix and how that had caused her so much pain. Mary Jane gave a very different interpretation…one that might offer insight she hadn’t considered.
“We all get overwhelmed. We all lose control,” the Red Queen continued. “Granted, it doesn’t always involve cosmic forces, but it doesn’t change the greater truth behind it.”
“Greater truth,” Jean found herself saying. “What do you mean?”
“That what you think you want and what you know you want aren’t the same thing,” she said. “You think you want to be a good, upstanding woman…one who’s married to one man, only ever wants to have sex with that man, and never admits to having a kinky thought. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be that woman, but when you look in the mirror – when you’re being one-hundred percent honest with yourself – is that really all you want?”
It was a profound question, one that she’d never asked herself. The idea that she wanted more than what she had – being the loyal, monogamous wife of Scott Summers – seemed ridiculous. However, too many stray passions and too many stolen kisses told her otherwise.
As the question burned within her dazed mind, Jean turned towards her husband, who now sat upright on the bed with a naked Emma Frost still hovering behind them. She sensed in his thoughts a strange sense of calm she had never sensed before, even in the moments after they had made love. He kept smiling at her, as though he already knew the answer to the question and had accepted it. The fact that Emma Frost was smiling too made it very clear.
“No. It isn’t,” Jean admitted, knowing that carried major implications.
“Then tell me – and tell your husband, for that matter – what you know you want,” urged Mary Jane.
Jean looked back at the Red Queen, who had the look of a woman who could deliver on any desire she requested. Then, she looked back at her husband, who seemed intent on hearing it.
He must have already suspected what she wanted. Emma, Mary Jane, and even the man in the red mask who she didn’t know probably suspected it too. All that was left was for her to just come out and say it.
“I want to fuck…a lot,” she said with a crude bluntness that she had never allowed before.
“This is the Hellfire Club, darling. You’ll have to be more specific ,” said Emma Frost, goading her to be more blunt.
“I want to fuck for the sake of fucking. I want to kiss, touch, and fuck other men in every possible way,” said Jean, abandoning whatever filter she’d once had on her desires. “I want to suck cock. I want to take it up the ass. I want to be gangbanged. I want multiple men to fuck my pussy, fill it with cum, and spray the rest on my tits and face. Whether it’s Logan, Warren, Gambit, or some man I haven’t even met yet…I want to fuck them all!”
It was probably the dirtiest, lewdest words she’d ever spoken out loud, but every word echoed with truth. It had always been there. She’d done so much to repress it. Now she’d said it and it felt downright liberating.
Even after saying such crude words, her gaze never diverted from Scott. She sensed he was shocked, but not appalled…almost as if he’d always suspected such sentiment within her. If that were the case, she had to make one more desire known.
“I want to do all of this…and still make love to my husband,” said Jean, her blunt tone mixing with genuine sincerity.
“And you thought that was impossible,” said Mary Jane.
“I did. Are you going to tell me it isn’t?”
“I can’t tell you how to live your live, how to fuck other men, or how to love your husband. I can only tell you it’s possible…if you’re willing to take a chance.”
“Believe me. I’m willing!” said Jean intently.
The cosmic power within her reacted to those words. A glowing, Phoenix-shaped halo erupted around her and the M’Krann Shard that Mary Jane was still holding. That apparently gave her the confirmation she’d been looking for. She got up from the sofa and turned to the man in the red mask, who then signaled to the masked Hellfire Guards still sitting in the audience.
“In that case, I’d say you’re ready for the next act,” said Mary Jane, “and as it just so happens, this one requires some audience participation.”
“Is it the kind I think it is?” asked Jean, not needing telepathy to figure out what she had in mind.
“And then some!” said the Red Queen proudly.
While still on the couch, Jean watched as the man in the red mask gestured towards the dozen-or-so masked men. Like trained soldiers, they all walked up onto the stage and stood side-by-side in front of the pole that Mary Jane had been dancing on earlier. They all wore the same uniforms that Jean remembered from the X-men’s last assault against the Inner Circle. She had a feeling that this was going to play out much differently.
“All right, Tiger. I trust you to take it from here,” Mary Jane said.
“You heard the queen!” said the man in the red mask. “I have her trust. That means you listen to me now. Understand?”
“We understand,” the dozen masked guards replied in perfect unison.
“Good! I’m not used to people just doing what I say so bear with me,” he said. “First things first. Take off your clothes and show Ms. Grey-Summers what she’ll be enjoying tonight.”
The masked men wordlessly complied. With the same discipline as before, they all took off their clothes. They kept their masks on, but everything else came off, leaving them naked from the neck down. It wasn’t very theatric, but it still revealed a very appealing and very sexy sight.
Each one of these men was big, muscular, and very well-endowed. They each could’ve easily passed as dancers at a male strip club. That was kind of ironic because Jean distinctly remembered telling Storm, Rogue, and Psylocke that she didn’t want to go to a male strip club for her bachelorette party. They didn’t make a big deal of it at the time, but now Jean really wished they had.
As she admired their attractive male figures, the man in the red mask stripped down as well. His uniform was somewhat different, but it came off just as easily. He made it a point to be a bit more seductive with his disrobing, making sure to stand right in front of her when he removed his pants and underwear. He was well-built and well-endowed as well, but clearly distinct from the other guards.
“Do you like what you see, Ms. Grey-Summers?” the man in the mask asked her.
“Yes. I like it very much,” Jean replied, her gaze narrowing on his penis.
“Then what are you waiting for?” he asked, extending a hand to her. “Why don’t you come over here and enjoy our company? We want to satisfy all your decadent desires. Question is…do you?”
That question didn’t need an answer or a second thought. Jean, her heart already racing and her mind flooded with all sorts of decadent thoughts, accepted the man’s gesture.
Her legs were still somewhat weak. Her inner thighs were still on fire, the desire within her reaching a new level of intensity. Here she was, standing naked in front of a dozen masked men, each dedicated to satisfying the decadent desires she’d been repressing all these years. It was like standing in the doorway of a room she’d always avoided, but wanted to enter. Now, there was nothing stopping her.
“I want this,” Jean said distantly. “I want this…so much.”
“Then come,” said the man in the mask, “let us give it to you.”
She turned back towards Scott for a moment, who remained on the bed with Emma still hovering behind her. She was usually very good at reading her husband’s sentiment, even without telepathy. She recalled all the times he’d been upset by her attraction to other men, namely Logan.
This time was different though. Whether due to the influence of the energy from the M’Krann Shard or having just had sex with Emma Frost, there was no tension or distress. There was only sincere, honest desire.
“Go on, Jean. I want this too. I want you to be satisfied,” he said to her.
She smiled back at her husband before turning back to the man in the red mask. It was official now. She had no more excuses. She had a chance to satisfy these long-repressed desires and she was going to take it.
“Yes. Let’s do this!” said Jean intently.
“Good! Now follow me,” said the man. “Oh, and you can call me Pete if you want.”
“Why? You expect me to be screaming that name at some point?” said Jean, now talking with a sultry undertone that rivaled Emma Frost.
“Uh…among other things,” he replied sheepishly.
With her husband watching, along with a still-naked Emma Frost, Jean followed the masked man who called himself Pete. He led her to the front of the stage where the dozen masked Hellfire guards stood like soldiers, eagerly awaiting orders.
Jean’s mouth watered at the prospect of feeling their flesh in hers, the sight of so much masculine endowment filling her with lustful hunger. She was like a hungry woman standing at a buffet, catered specifically for her. She couldn’t wait to just gorge.
“Stand right here,” said Pete, directing her to a specific area on the stage.
Jean instinctively complied, not taking her eyes of the erotic sight before her. Pete let go of her hand and took a step back. At that moment, Jean realized she was now standing on what appeared to be an oversized yoga mat. The Red Queen had really planned it out. She was that intent on making sure she could recklessly indulge in the utmost comfort.
“I’ll skip the part where I ask one last time if you’re ready. I get the sense you’ve made up your mind,” said Pete coyly.
“I appreciate that,” said Jean with a humored grin.
“Then I’ll also skip the part where I warn you about what will happen. Each of these men is conditioned, so to speak, to fuck you as much as you want to be fucked. They’ll fuck your pussy, your ass, your tits…pretty much every part of your body. Don’t worry about their jizz. It’s completely sterile. Hell, it’s probably fortified with vitamins.”
“I don’t think you need to sell her on the concept, Tiger,” joked the Red Queen from across the stage.
“I’m not trying to. I’m just pointing out that these guys aren’t exactly Sentinels with dicks, but rest assured. They’ve got the tools to get the job done.”
“They’d better!” said Jean intently.
She was getting impatient. Pete clearly got the message and took another step back, which was probably a wise decision on his parts.
“I also say this to let you know that it’s okay to be rough. It’s okay to be a little reckless. Just be responsible with your recklessness…as crazy as it sounds,” said Pete.
“Believe me…it’s not nearly as crazy as you think,” said Jean.
“In that case, let the craziness begin!”
Pete turned towards the masked Hellfire Guards. There was no turning back now and nothing short of another cosmic force could dissuade Jean at this point.
“Hellfire Guards…this woman wants to be fucked every which way. Accommodate her wishes,” he told them. “From this moment forward, treat her as if she were your queen!”
“Our queen,” they all said in unison.
That fateful order effectively released the imposing men from their unseen shackles. Their eyes all narrowed on Jean, as though she were the sole focus of their entire world. Their minds were devoid of higher thought, but baser instincts remained. Lust, desire, and a hunger for fleshly pleasure consumed every fiber of their being.
It was really going to happen. Jean Grey was going to get gangbanged by every one of these nameless masked men. What made it even more astonishing was she wanted this. She wanted to be gangbanged. The mere fact she wanted it so much said volumes.
“Come to me, you handsome studs,” she said to them. “Touch me…fondle me…taste me.”
She sounded every bit as commanding as Scott did when giving out orders on a mission, although her tone was much more seductive. The dozen-or-so men couldn’t comply with that command fast enough.
Before she knew it, the men surrounded Jean from every angle, forming a circle around her in which every direction she turned brought her face-to-face with an imposing masculine figure. The circle quickly converged, trapping her in a sea of manly flesh from which she had no desire to escape. Then, she saw from every direction reached out and touch her naked flesh.
One hand grabbed her butt. One grabbed her thigh. Two grabbed her breasts while another snuck between her legs and fondled her pussy. Jean couldn’t even tell if they belonged to the same man. It was somewhat disorienting, but Jean was beyond caring.
It felt good, being touched like this from all directions. Their hands were strong, but caring. They touched her body as though it were a precious artifact. It helped satisfy some of desires she felt, but it was still just a fraction of what she craved.
“Mmm…so many hands,” Jean moaned as she slipped deeper into a daze.
Her reaction encouraged the men. More hands smothered her naked flesh. She also felt a few sets of lips on her skin. Two men began kissing around her neck and shoulders, trailing their tongues around the contours of her figure. Another grasped her face and turned her towards him so he could taste her lips, shoving his tongue right into her mouth in the process.
Jean offered no resistance. She kissed this masked man back with unfiltered lust…this man who was not her husband and not someone she had any emotional connection with. It was a new feeling for her, but one that just felt so right.
‘I’m kissing another man. No confusion…no dread…no heart-wrenching uncertainty. On top of that, my husband is watching. It sounds so wrong, but it feels so right. This isn’t me straining my heart. This is just me fulfilling my desires.’
An onslaught of heated foreplay followed. It escalated rapidly, if only by sheer volume. The men kneaded her breasts, squeezed her butt, kissed around her back and thighs, as if to work up an appetite. Whoever managed to get their hands between her thighs was especially through. She felt two long fingers trail up and down the moist slit of her pussy. At one point, those fingers entered her, probing her moist depths and triggering hot sensations of pleasure.
They demonstrated uncanny coordination. Jean rewarded them by smothering them with some touching of her own, reaching out and touching their well-sculpted chests, torsos, and arms. Everywhere she reached, she felt hard, masculine flesh. She did the same with her lips, turning her head and randomly kissing the first man she saw, eventually cycling through several.
They responded to her gestures with moans of their own. These men weren’t robots, but they weren’t mindless either. They were still men, driven by primal instincts. As Jean absorbed all the kissing, touching, and fondling, she felt multiple erect cocks press against her. Her own instincts took over from there.
So much heated foreplay pushed her desires to the maximum and beyond. Her pussy was so hot and wet. Her legs could barely carry her now. Only one thing could possibly satiate her desires, but she was going to need a lot of it.
“So wet…so horny!” she gasped as two men kissed down her neck, “God, I’m so fucking horny! I want…I need a cock in me…now!”
“Then by all means, Ms. Grey-Summers,” said Pete, still standing off to side. “Tell these obedient men what you want.”
It took a moment to coordinate her thoughts. Jean hadn’t been this horny since her first time with Scott. The disciplined mind of a skilled telepath failed her. In its place was that of a woman who badly needed sex.
“Enough touching! I’m ready to fuck now!” Jean called out, speaking with the same authority as before.
The men, despite having smothered her with their imposing grasp, immediately complied with her request. Most of the men took a step back while two remained in the center. One stood behind her, holding onto her waist. The other stood in front of her, holding onto the sides of her head while she clung to his shoulders for support. Her legs were ready to give out, but the two men made sure she didn’t collapse under the weight of her arousal.
“On the floor, my queen,” the masked man in front of her said.
Not arguing with the merit of his request, Jean obliged and let the two men guide her. In addition, she kind of enjoyed being called a queen. Something about that just added to the feeling.
‘Me…a queen about to get fucked senseless. I like it!’
In an instant, Jean found herself on her hands and knees. The extra-large yoga mat underneath proved quite useful. She had a feeling it would be even more useful for what was to come.
Now on all fours, her body ready and waiting for sex, the men surrounded her again. This time, they stayed back somewhat, but did nothing to hide their arousal. Most of them had throbbing erections. Some were already stroking them, as if to communicate their desire. Jean drooled over the sight of so much manly like a buffet of her favorite deserts. The two men that had put her in this position, who also bore fully-erect cocks, looked ready to feed her insatiable hunger.
“Please…put it in me!” Jean urged. “I want to feel those big, hard cocks inside me!”
“Yes, my queen,” said the two men simultaneously.
With no further foreplay, the men got into position. The one in front of her propped himself up on his knees, pointing his rigid cock right at her face. The other one got behind her, grabbing hold of her waist and guiding his dick to her wet entrance. Jean didn’t bother bracing herself this time. She knew what was coming and she knew she wanted it.
“Here it comes, my queen,” said the man behind her.
Then, the nameless masked man – the man who wasn’t her husband, wasn’t someone she knew, and whose face she hadn’t even seen – thrust his hips forward and drove his dick up into her pussy. Jean felt her moist folds part, eagerly accepting this manly flesh into her. Sharp, intense sensations followed, shooting up through her body like a rocket.
“Ohhh it’s in! I feel it inside me!” Jean cried out. “Give me more!”
“Yes, my queen,” said the man in front of her.
Right on cue, the man in front of her further fed her hunger. That initial feeling of penetration had barely passed as the man grabbed the sides of her head, aimed his dick at her lips, and shoved it into her mouth.
It shocked her at first, a man just shoving his cock into her mouth. However, she didn’t have time to overthink it. Instincts, as well as her burning desire, took over. She began sucking the hard, manly flesh. There was no elaborate technique or affection involved. She just sucked the masked man’s dick as crudely as she could.
As Jean followed these lustful instincts, she felt her body and her world rock. With a dick in her mouth and another in her pussy, the two masked men began fucking her at both ends. The man behind her rhythmically pumped his dick into her pussy while the other fucked her face at a similar rhythm.
It was official now. She was being fucked. She was being fucked by two men at the same time. The thought that she – Jean Grey-Summers, the X-men’s most upstanding female member – was having sex with two men she didn’t even know seemed crazy. It also felt overdue because she’d repressed these desires for so long.
‘It’s really happening. I have a dick in my pussy and a dick in my mouth. I’m being fucked. I’m being fucked by two men I don’t even know and it feels good. It feels SO good!’
If there were any other crazy thoughts that might have given Jean pause, they disappeared in the flood of pleasure that followed. With intense focus and impressive physical exertion, the two masked men kept fucking her at both ends.
It made for a perfect cycle of carnal lust. The two men alternated their movements perfectly. When the man behind her drove his cock into her pussy, the man in front would pull out slightly. When the man in front drove his cock into her mouth, the other one pulled back. Her body rocked as her inner flesh contorted to the manly flesh that filled her. The sounds of naked skin colliding mixed with the slurping sounds of her sucking a cock, bombarding her every sense with sex.
“Wow. She’s really taking it!” said Pete as he watched on.
“I knew she had it in her. I always knew there was a cock-hungry whore lurking under that oh-so-innocent exterior,” said Emma Frost from across the stage.
“Some are just late bloomers, I guess,” said Mary Jane.
Out of the corner of her eye, and through a wall of naked man-flesh, Jean saw Emma and Scott watching from the bed. She also saw that Mary Jane had joined them, now sitting right next to Emma as they watched her put on this decadent show. The two women couldn’t stop grinning, as if they were humored, but not surprised by Jean’s lustful outburst.
Scott’s reaction wasn’t so obvious. He remained fixated on the scene before him, gazing at her with a mix of awe and shock. Jean sensed all sorts of thoughts and feelings projecting from his mind, but she wasn’t in a position to make sense of them. She was about to come and come hard.
‘I’m going to come. These men are going to make me come…and my husband is going to watch me every step of the way.’
Such lurid undertones only added urgency to Jean’s lust. She sucked the dick in front of her a little harder, bucking her hips with greater fervor as the feeling approached. That burning heat in her core was ready to erupt. That reservoir of pleasure was poised to wash over her again.
In preparation for the feeling, Jean withdrew the cock from her mouth and grasped it with both hands. The man in front of her offered no protest. If the way his dick had been throbbing were any indication, he was ready to come too.
“Oohhh my God, I’m coming! I’m coming!” Jean cried out.
“My…queen,” the masked man behind her grunted, indicating he was close.
“Please…come with me! Fill me with your come! Spray it on my face! I want it all!”
That was more vulgar than she expected, but it got her point across. The man behind her did his part, pumping his dick into her pussy with extra vigor to give her that final push. When Jean finally crossed that threshold, she closed her eyes and threw her head back as the sweet sexual release consumed her.
“Ohhhhhh fuck!” she exclaimed, as if to proclaim that she had finally embraced this side of herself.
Her orgasmic cry filled the club. She even heard Emma and Mary Jane cheering, but their voices were drowned out by her moans. She gasped for air as her inner muscles throbbed in accord with the raw, undiluted pleasure that followed.
The extra throbbing in her pussy helped the man behind her come as well. Jean heard him let out an especially deep grunt as he drove his cock up into her extra hard before shooting a load of cum into her depths. That hot feeling of manly juices mixing with hers only added to the feeling, flooding her with more hot sensations, so much so she barely noticed when the man in front of her climaxed too.
“My…queen,” the masked man grunted, just like the man behind him.
She must have been squeezing the man’s dick harder than she thought. Either that or her oral sex skills were better than she’d thought. Whatever the case, the man clutched the sides of her head a bit harder as a burst of cum shot out from his cock and sprayed onto her face.
It was a pretty impressive load too. Jean couldn’t help but laugh somewhat as the mess he made. Some of it ended up in her mouth, but most of it just dribbled down her face. It was probably the messiest she’d ever let herself get during sex. Oddly enough, it was kind of refreshing.
‘A cock-hungry whore…an innocent exterior…a sweet, upstanding woman who never DARED to be too decadent. Why did it take me so long to see it?’
It was obvious now. This was who she was. This was who she’d always been. It was only now, in the den of decadence that had once filled her with such dread, that she finally embraced it.
As a result, Jean didn’t falter when she felt plenty of lingering lust. One orgasm was hardly enough. Two dicks in her at once was hardly enough either. She needed more. Looking around at her, still surrounded by plenty of eager men, she had everything she needed to fulfill that hunger.
“Please…don’t stop,” said Jean. “Keep fucking me! Fill me with more cock!”
The legion of masked men quickly sprang into action. Two other men wielding fresh erections stepped forth, shoving the other two men that had fucked her out of the way. Just as before, one got behind her and one got in front of her. They were ready to resume the same sexual fervor as before, but Jean’s newly-embraced persona stepped in.
“Wait!” she said to the man behind her. “Don’t fuck my pussy. Fuck my ass this time! I want to feel a big, throbbing cock in my ass!”
“Yes, my queen,” replied the man.
Little thought went into such a request. It was just one of those things she said on a whim without thinking through. Jean rarely acted so impulsively, but she felt too bold not to. That and it had been a while since she’d experienced the joys of anal sex.
The masked man behind her didn’t second-guess her command,. Like the man before him, he propped himself up on his knees and guided his hardened dick to her entrance. This time, however, he aimed for the tight whole just above her still-dripping pussy.
She didn’t ask him to go easy on her. She didn’t want him to be gentle. This time, Jean had to brace herself, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth as she felt the man insert his cock into her anus.
The penetration of her flesh wasn’t nearly as smooth as it had been with her pussy. The lack of lubrication ensured that some pain would mix with the pleasure, but it didn’t bother Jean in the slightest. She’d endured plenty of failed Danger Room sessions to ensure her pain tolerance was greater than most.
“Ooh…my ass! Your dick…in my ass!” Jean moaned.
“My…queen?” said the masked man behind her with a hint of trepidation.
“I’m okay!” she assured him. “Please…start fucking it! Fuck my ass!”
That gave the masked man all the assurance he needed. Once his dick was inside her ass, he grasped her by the waist and began moving his hips. A very different surge of sensations followed, one that mixed pain and pleasure. It was still every bit as intoxicating, filling her with more sensations that helped fuel her lustful hunger.
Still consumed with this hunger, Jean stopped bracing herself and opened her eyes, not forgetting that there was another man in front of her with an erect penis pointed at her face. She didn’t wait for him to shove it in her mouth like before. Instead, she reached up, grabbed the base of his cock with both hands, and began sucking it, not even bothering to wipe off the semen from the last man that was still dripping down her face.
“You go, Jean! Take those cocks! Use every hole!” cheered Mary Jane.
“And here I was thinking we’d have to coax her into trying anal,” said Emma.
“Believe me…Jean doesn’t need that kind of coaxing,” said Scott, “not as much as I thought, anyways.”
If Jean didn’t have a throbbing dick in her mouth at the moment, she would’ve laughed. She and Scott might not have had the kinkiest sex life, but they had experimented with anal. It had required a very awkward conversation and plenty of preparation, but they still did it. If only Mary Jane and Emma Frost knew it had been her idea to try it in the first place…then again, she might have made that obvious by now.
‘That’s right. I enjoy anal sex. I enjoy taking it up the ass. I enjoy it every bit as much as I enjoy getting fucked in the pussy. God, it feels so good to admit it! I like to fuck with every whole and I’m proud of it!’
There were no more reservations or repressions. For once, Jean Grey wasn’t going to repress her lustful desires. She was going to indulge in them, as only the Hellfire Club would allow.
The same decadent scene as before played out. A man behind her pumped his cock into her while she gave the man in front of her a blowjob. The two cocks slithered inside her with perfect synchronic, her body eagerly accommodating their manly flesh. Her body rocked to the rhythm in accord with a steady flow of pleasure. Just as before, the pleasure escalated rapidly, sending her to the brink of another orgasm.
In preparation, she stopped sucking the dick of the man in front of her. However, she maintained a firm grip on his cock, stroking it hard as her body rocked its way towards another orgasm.
“Mmm…again! I’m going to…come again!” Jean cried out.
“Already?” said Mary Jane. “She’s on a roll!”
“I would say it’s too early for that, but I think an exception is warranted for Jean Grey-Summers,” said Emma.
She could care less how impressed the two women were. Jean was poised to come again, getting another taste of that blissful release she craved.
It happened even faster than expected. As the man behind her worked his cock in her ass, his pelvis pounding against her butt with every movement, he triggered another flood of sensations. Just as before, Jean threw her head back and contorted to the surge of pleasure that flowed through her. It was just as invigorating as before. She even impressed herself to some extent, achieving such ecstasy so efficiently.
It might have been due to not holding back. It might have been the effects of the M’Krann Shard that allowed her body to achieve orgasm again so quickly. It was most likely a combination of many factors, but the result was the same. Another round of orgasmic pleasure filled her to help satisfy her hunger. As good as it felt, Jean still wasn’t done.
“Keep going! Don’t…stop…fucking me!” she urged the two men.
“Yes…my queen,” they replied obediently.
She didn’t wait for her body to fully recover. Her world just kept on rocking, the man behind her still fucking her ass while she jerked off the man in front of her. Again, the combination of her decadent outburst and the effects of the M’Krann Shard proved potent. Both men got their release too.
The masked man behind her climaxed first, letting out a deep, manly grunt as he released his load into her ass. The man in front of her followed soon after, her hard stroking sending him over the edge. This time, she made sure most of the cum splattered onto her breasts. It added to the mess, but that was exactly how Jean wanted it. This wasn’t the tender, passionate lovemaking she enjoyed with her husband. This was a gangbang and she intended to treat it as such.
“More! More cock!” Jean called out. “I want more!”
The masked Hellfire Guards didn’t miss a beat. The two that had just fucked her backed away and two more took their place. This time, however, her arms and legs couldn’t support her. She ended up lying on her side. One man elevated her leg so he could thrust his cock into her pussy. Another knelt near her head so she could keep sucking.
Like soldiers taking over for fallen teammates, they kept it going. The masked man with her leg now hitched over her shoulder began fucking her pussy. The man on front shoved his cock in her face so she could suck it again. However, as this latest decadent act unfolded, Jean saw something else out of the corner of her eye that got her attention.
“Looks like your wife is having a lot of fun,” said the Red Queen, having turned her attention to Scott. “Are you enjoying the show?”
“I uh…” replied Scott, struggling to put his sentiment into words.
“Trick question, darling. We know you are,” said Emma. “A part of you has already made that obvious.”
Jean quickly surmised what she was referring to. Scott, who had been watching every decadent act since it began, had a full-blown erection. Between the presence of two beautiful women and the effect of the M’Krann Shard, that was to be expected. However, his reaction went beyond simple arousal.
Even in her state of drunken lust, Jean sensed the thoughts and feelings her husband projected. There was still a lot of shock to seeing his wife indulge in a gangbang and really enjoy it, but there was also a sense of awe.
He liked this side of her. He liked seeing a woman act unapologetically sexual. Considering his attraction to Psylocke and Emma, that wasn’t too surprising. Seeing it in her, however – his wife, lover, and teenage sweetheart – filled him with a whole new kind of admiration. It was as if he’d always wanted this from her, but had been too reserved to make his desires known.
‘It’s okay, Scott. You can say it. I WANT to hear you say it.’
Her view of him was momentarily obstructed by the dick she was sucking, but she could already sense a smile forming on her husband’s face.
“It’s true. I’m loving this show,” Scott admitted.
“Then why don’t we help you enjoy it even more?” said Emma.
“Good idea, Emma!” said Mary Jane.
Jean stopped sucking the cock in front of her for a moment so she could see what they had in mind. She doubted they’d planned it out to this extent, but that didn’t stop them from adding to the debauchery.
It started with Emma snaking her arms around Scott from behind, nipping on his ear while she pawed his chest. As he relaxed under her touch, Mary Jane finished the striptease she had started earlier.
She reached behind and unzipped her corset, finally freeing her breasts. She then took off her matching long gloves, skillfully using her teeth to pull them off, before sliding out of her thong. She even bent over so that Scott could admire her ass. She only kept her thigh-high stiletto boots on, as well as the lace garter belt.
With her breasts, butt, and pussy now exposed, Mary Jane joined Emma and Scott on the bed, sitting down next to them so she could join in the fun.
“Being an X-men really does a body good,” Mary Jane commented. “You’re such a fit, handsome man, Scott Summers.”
“Not to mention endowed,” said Emma, already eying Scott’s erection.
“That too!” said the Red Queen with a snicker. “Why don’t we make use of that endowment?”
“A better question would be…why haven’t we done so already?”
Scott offered no objections. He didn’t take his eyes off Jean either. He seemed content to let the two beautiful women do as they pleased so he could keep his focus on her. Jean wasn’t sort of sentiment that was supposed to convey, but she accepted it none-the-less.
‘Go on, my love. Why shouldn’t you share in the fun?’
‘You’re too good to me, Jean.’
Even as her body rocked through more heated sex, Jean saw a grin form on her husband’s face as the two women went to work. As Emma kept embracing him from behind, making a point to press her breasts up against his back, Mary Jane finally got in on the action by trailing her lips down his chest while fondling his dick with her right hand.
The Red Queen proved to be every bit as skilled as Emma in her knowledge of male anatomy, touching and tasting the X-leader’s manly flesh as though it were a fancy meal. Scott reacted very favorably to the other redhead’s touch, shifting into a more relaxed state…one that shouldn’t have been possible for the uptight, boy scout the rest of the X-men knew so well.
That allowed Emma and Mary Jane to strengthen their hold on him. After tasting and touching around the sinews of his chest, Mary Jane dropped to the floor near the foot of the bed so she had better access to his erect cock. Emma quickly joined her, slipping off the bed and kneeling right next to the Red Queen. She then grasped the upper part of the X-leaders cock and began stroking it as well.
“So big and hard,” said Mary Jane.
“Just like you like them!” teased Emma.
“Speak for yourself.”
Once in position, the two women coordinated in fondling her husband’s cock. If the ease with which they did so were any indication, they had done something like this before. Scott certainly seemed to appreciate their efforts.
Now leaning back on his arms, he let out deep grunts of approval as they jerked him off. He still never diverted his gaze from the spectacle before him. Emma and Mary Jane had probably seen their share of gangbangs anyways. This was new for both of them.
“You like that, Mr. Summers?” asked Mary Jane seductively. “You like watching your wife get gangbanged?”
“Yes. I do,” said Scott, this time with no hesitation.
“You like watching it while two beautiful women stroke your cock?” asked Emma.
“Yes. I do,” he repeated.
“Then by all means…enjoy it,” said Mary Jane. “Let us pleasure you while you watch your wife get fucked!”
She spoke with an enthusiasm that rivaled a younger Jubilee. It would’ve been so cute if she weren’t doing it while stroking a married man’s dick. That didn’t make it any less pragmatic, so to speak. If Jean was going to enjoy all this pleasure from getting gangbanged, then her husband might as well enjoy it as well.
‘He’s enjoying this. I’m enjoying this. We’re BOTH enjoying this. The sex…the pleasure…the reckless indulgence…we both want it. We both embrace it…together.’
It was a profound, albeit lurid, realization. She and her husband had these deep, decadent desires. The Hellfire Club and the M’Krann Shard just helped them express everything they’d repressed. It was fitting, not to mention overdue.
Emma and Mary Jane must have picked up on this as well because they didn’t just stop at stroking Scott’s cock while he watched. They quickly stepped up their efforts, putting their large breasts to use by mashing his cock between their fleshy mounds and giving him the ultimate tit-fuck. If the expression on his face were any indication, he still had plenty of desire to spare and these two women would help to sate it.
“Yeah! I like this!” said Scott, his voice seething with lust. “Do it…do it harder! I want more!”
“You’ll get plenty, Mr. Summers. The Red Queen promises you that,” said Mary Jane as his cock slid between her breasts.
“And trust me. This woman keeps her promises,” added Emma.
Assured that Emma Frost and Mary Jane would help her husband enjoy himself, Jean focused back on her own decadent needs. She went back to sucking the dick of the man in front of her while the man fucking her pussy hammered away, pumping his manly flesh into her tight folds. It led to yet another orgasm.
At this point, there was nothing shocking or overwhelming with how easily the pleasure came. Whatever powerful forces or feelings drove her, cosmic or otherwise, Jean intended to soak up every last ounce of pleasure. Given the sheer scale of her desires, she still had plenty to savor.
“Don’t stop. Keep…fucking…me!” Jean ordered.
The masked Hellfire Guards kept doing their job while Mary Jane and Emma Frost did theirs with Scott. After Jean’s latest orgasm, things got a bit more chaotic. Even with the discipline of these obedient men, the gangbang quickly devolved into a sea of lust.
At some point, the man fucking her pussy climaxed again, filling her with another load of cum. After he finished, Jean didn’t bother barking out orders. With renewed strength, she shot up from the floor, grabbed the man whose dick she had been sucking, and laid him on his back. She then got on top of him, aligned her still-throbbing pussy with his cock, and slammed her hips downward, driving his dick back up into her depths. Almost immediately, Jean began riding him to keep the steady flow of pleasure going.
Now upright and in a better position, more masked men armed with full erections moved closer. Two stood at her side, shoving their dicks in her face. Jean instinctively reached out and grabbed them. She then alternated between sucking them and stroking them. One man got a little overly-excited and shot his load off right in her face, further adding to the decadent mess.
That did little to slow down the gangbang though. Another man stepped in and Jean began sucking him off as well. As she gorged on more cock, she kept riding the man under her, gyrating her hips and working her pussy along the length of his shaft. This let to yet another orgasm, followed shortly by another hot load of cum inside her depths. The intoxicating pleasure was just more fuel for the proverbial fire at this point and Jean was content to let it rage.
“Another! Give me another cock to ride!” Jean called out.
Shortly after rising up off one man’s dick, one of the men she’d been sucking off took his place. Without missing a beat, she plunged her hips downward and drove his manly flesh back into her depths. More riding followed, along with more pleasure.
However, even that wasn’t enough to keep up with her hunger. Jean still craved more sex. Still seeing plenty of eager men, some of which had been waiting patiently with their erect cocks in hand, she saw another opportunity to heighten the decadence. Having gone this far and having had this many orgasms, why not?
“My ass!” she shouted to some of the men still waiting. “Someone…stick their dick in my ass! Fuck me in every hole!”
No longer surprised by her lurid decrees, Jean closed her eyes and let the loyal Hellfire Guards do their job. One of the few remaining men who had yet to fuck her shoved his way through the crowd and positioned himself behind her. She then felt him push her over so that her breasts pressed up against the chest of the man under her. With another man’s dick still deep inside her pussy, the other guard carefully grabbed her by the butt and thrust his rigid flesh into her ass.
The penetration was much smoother this time. Any bit of discomfort quickly morphed into pleasure, adding more energy to the reckless indulgence. Now sandwiched between two men, Jean felt her body writhe in a mix of strain and bliss as two rigid cocks pumped inside her pussy and ass. She would’ve let out another round of blissful moans mixed with more lurid language, but she was once again silenced when another Hellfire Guard shoved his cock into her mouth.
‘Three dicks…I have three dicks inside me. My pussy, my ass, my face…I’m being fucked in every hole that’s fuckable. THIS is what it takes to satisfy these desires…the same desires I’ve repressed for so long. I think it’s safe to say that the reserved, prudish Jean Grey of old is no more!’
It was official now. Jean had reached the apex of her indulgence. With a cock in every hole and her body rocking to a vigorous rhythm, she immersed herself in this excessive sex act. She was essentially done exploring the depths of her desire. Now, she focused entirely on satisfying them.
As three erect cocks slithered inside her various holes, she caught another glimpse of Scott on the bed. He was still focused on her, but Emma Frost and Mary Jane Watson made it a challenge, to say the least.
They’d gone beyond just taking turns sucking his dick. Now, they were tit-fucking him with their breasts, coordinating their efforts so that his erect penis slid perfectly between their fleshy mounds.
“Do it, Scott! Come!” urged Mary Jane. “Come on our tits while your wife gets fucked!”
A command from the Red Queen wasn’t necessary, but it certainly helped. Her efforts with Emma resulted in another climax, completely with another burst of seminal fluid that sprayed onto their tits. Scott let out another blissful moan, but Jean could barely hear over the various sounds of sex that came from getting gangbanged. That didn’t prevent her from sensing it though. It was extra satisfying, them sharing in the pleasure of this decadent act.
‘A husband and wife – having overcome life, death, clones, marriage, and so much uncertainty – now sharing this unmitigated decadence together. There’s something so oddly fitting about that. Well, maybe it’s not exactly fitting, but it feels so right…so necessary. The only question now is…where will it take us?’
That was not a question that she or her husband could answer at the moment. They were both too immersed in decadent acts, drunk on lust and determined to fulfill these long-standing desires. Jean figured there would be plenty of time to contemplate that later. For now, she just went about enjoying her gangbang and all the pleasure that came with it.
The triple-penetration, combined with the heated body movements that rocked her world, led to another orgasm. Shortly after, the men got theirs too. The man fucking her face shot a load right down her throat. The man under her shot another one up into her pussy, followed closely by the man fucking her ass. For a brief moment, Jean had cum flowing into each of her holes. That moment didn’t last long though. Her desires remained strong and the energy from the M’krann Shard kept her going.
“More! Give me…more!” said Jean as trails of semen dripped down her face.
The Hellfire Guards continued to oblige her. By now, she had worked her way through almost every of them. Some seemed a bit winded, but thanks to their conditioning, they remained focused. They were not going to stop fucking her until she was satisfied. That required many more sex acts and many more orgasms.
Jean soon found herself in such a deep daze of lust that she could barely keep up with all the various sex acts. One minute, she was on her back again with a man on top of her, thrusting his dick into her pussy while two others held her legs apart. The next, she was on top of another man riding his cock while tit-fucking a man she had already fucked earlier. After that, two men held her several feet off the floor, bouncing her up and down in their powerful arms as their dicks pumped into her pussy and ass. Jean was lost in a sea of man-flesh, following whatever direction her decadent whims took her.
It led to more orgasms, both from her and the men. It was a perfect cycle of ecstasy, coupled with peaks and valleys of intense sensations. It was a messy cycle though. Jean took more loads of cum from the men. Some went inside her. Some went on her, mostly on her face, tits, and butt. It all mixed with a thick layer of sweat that had formed on her body, as if to highlight the extent of the exertion she put into satisfying these desires.
In addition, Scott kept exerting himself as well, with help from Emma and Mary Jane. In between the cycle of ecstasy, Jean got brief glimpses of her husband enjoying some decadent acts of his own. In one, Mary Jane was bent over and bouncing her hips up and down, working Scott’s dick in her pussy until he climaxed again. In another, Emma Frost was straddling him, riding his cock in a way that ensured he could still watch his wife get gangbanged. At one point, Mary Jane was on the bed, on her hands and knees, and with Scott behind her fucking her ass.
It added to the symphony of debauchery, complete with various moans and grunts to go along with the occasional orgasmic cry. All the while, the man in the mask – Pete, as he called himself – held the M’Krann Shard. Its light filled the entire area, one that seemed to get more intense with each successive sex act. This feeling that had initially drawn Jean back to this place now fueled an onslaught of lust, but to what end?
“Whoa! The energy from this thing is getting pretty intense,” Pete eventually said. “Um…that’s a good thing, right?”
“Yes, Tiger. It’s a very good thing,” said the Red Queen, having just taken another load to the face from Scott.
Jean heard these words, but only because she was running low on energy and so were the Hellfire Guards. By now, she had fucked each of them at least once. Some were already spent, lofting around the stage and struggling to catch their breath. Others kept trying to do their part, but even as her body began to fatigue, Jean still wasn’t satisfied.
Sweaty, disheveled, and dripping with cum, the fiery redhead lay on her side once more with one Hellfire Guard spooning her from behind. He held her left leg up with one hand while clinging to her shoulder with the other, thrusting his dick into her pussy from behind. He was just about spent and Jean was ready to come again. This time, however, it didn’t seem as though she would be able to sustain her sex.
“One more!” she urged. “Please…give me one more!”
“My…queen,” replied the very tired Hellfire Guard.
He still managed to do his job, pumping his cock into her pussy a few more times to send her over the edge. The rush of another orgasm evoked another blissful moan. She couldn’t tell if the man had climaxed too, but she didn’t sense another one coming to take his place. As the ecstasy faded, Jean prepared to make another lustful plea. However, the Red Queen cut her off this time.
“That’s enough, my handsome guards,” said Mary Jane. “You’ve done your job. Take your leave.”
“Thank you…my queen,” they all said, sounding relieved by her request.
With what little strength they had left, the dozen-or-so Hellfire Guards got up and staggered off the stage. The idea that she had strained them so much said a lot about the extent of her desires. That was not the impact of a reserved, uptight woman. That was the byproduct of a very sexual, very horny woman who dared to embrace her decadent desires.
‘I fucked those men. I fucked every one of them…and I enjoyed it!’
Now, Jean lay alone in the center of the stage, still sore, sweaty, and dazed. She remained on her side, too weak to sit up. Parts of her body were still throbbing, especially her pussy and ass. Sweat, cum, and various fluids dripped down her naked flesh. She must have looked like the ultimate whore, having just been gangbanged and having enjoyed every second of it.
As Jean struggled to catch her breath and collect her thoughts, though, she sensed that it was far from over. Looking up at the stage, she saw Scott still on the bed, looking almost as winded all the various acts he’d shared with Mary Jane and Emma. He too was covered in sweat and very much disheveled. However, she sensed that he too was not yet satisfied.
“Bravo, darling. Bravo,” said Emma as she got off the bed and retrieved a robe. “I’m not easily impressed, especially in matters of sex and debauchery.”
“Even by the Hellfire Club’s lofty standards, I’d say you’ve met and exceeded them. Both of you have,” said Mary Jane as she retrieved a robe as well.
“Um…thanks?” said Jean.
“Don’t thank us Jean. This is all you,” said the Red Queen. “We just provided the opportunity. You and your husband did the rest.”
“Oh you’re too coy,” scoffed Emma. “I always knew you had this side of you, Jean…this raw, unrestrained ball of passion. The fact you went to such lengths to suppress it is nothing short of astonishing…not to mention asinine.”
It came off as condescending, which was to be expected of Emma Frost. At the same time, however, it was painfully accurate.
Jean did have a passionate, lustful side to her…a side she done much to suppress. Now, after having exercised it to such an extreme, it seemed kind of pathetic in the grand sheme of things. If she weren’t so sore, sweaty, and drained, she would’ve laughed.
Emma and Mary Jane remained dead serious though. Now wearing silk robes, Emma walked over to Jean while Mary Jane met up with Pete. If the glint in their eyes was any indication, the show was far from over.
“But enough dwelling on past repression,” the White Queen continued. “You two have done something remarkable tonight. You’ve embraced a part of yourselves that needed to be embraced. The Hellfire Club – the same place that caused you such torment – helped you realize something important…something that will make you stronger.”
“You think…this makes us even now? That this convinces us to trust you…and the Hellfire Club?” asked Scott, still catching his breath as well.
“Hardly,” scoffed Mary Jane. “The old Hellfire Club might have been arrogant, but not the one I’m running. I understand that to truly atone for past mistakes, it’s not enough to just lavish victims with indulgence. To truly take responsibility for past sins, you need to go the extra mile.”
“Or several,” said Pete.
Emerging from her daze, Jean rose up slightly from the floor. She then watched as Pete handed Mary Jane the glowing M’Krann Shard. At this point, it was glowing like a miniature star. For reasons that defied understanding, it reacted to her and Scott’s indulgent acts. Now, it looked like a battery that had been fully charged.
With the shard in hand, Mary Jane walked to a part of the stage so that she was right between her and Scott. In the process, Emma stepped back from Jean and Pete did the same, making their way over to the sofa Jean had been sitting on earlier. Now, as the M’Krann Shard filled the stage with its fiery light, Jean felt a fresh wave of energy wash over her body. She looked over towards Scott to see him reacting similarly.
‘Jean…do you feel it too?’ he said to her through their psychic link.
‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘I have no idea what it is, but I feel it. And after what we just did, I’m kind of astonished.’
She watched in awe with her husband, the energy from the crystal calling out to her, just as the Phoenix Force had all those years ago. This time, however, it beckoned for a very different reason.
“Get ready, you two. This isn’t over yet!” the Red Queen proclaimed. “I know you’re tired and sore, but trust me…it’s all for a reason. And that reason should be very clear once we begin the final act!”
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