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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Perspective
Chapter 2: A New Path
Xavier Institute – Charles Xavier’s Office
Before the X-men fought their first battle for peace and understanding, Charles Xavier had a dream. He envisioned a future where humans and mutants worked together to achieve great things. In that future, the disease, poverty, chaos, and corruption that had hindered progress were increasingly distant memories. As that dream became an ongoing struggle for him and his X-men, the path to that future took many unexpected turns.
There had been setbacks, as well as progress. While his dream was far from realized, Professor Xavier remained dedicated to seeing it through. Even if he did not live to witness that future he envisioned, the best he could do was inspire others to carry on. Despite a world full of fear and hatred, he’d done plenty to empower mutants and humans alike. However, he took a special satisfaction in how he’d inspired Scott Summers and Jean Grey.
“Thank you for understanding, Professor,” said a grateful Scott Summers. “Believe me when I say there are no words that can express how much your guidance has meant to us.”
“Luckily, you’re the world’s most powerful telepath,” joked a smiling Jean Grey. “I’m sure you can sense it in our thoughts.”
“You know my stance on reading others’ thoughts without permission, Jean. In this case, however, no such intrusions are necessary,” said Xavier. “I always anticipated that my students would one day follow their own path. I like to think you’re more prepared than most.”
“Oh, we definitely are,” said Scott confidently, “and don’t think for a second that we’re completely cutting our ties with the X-men. We may be leaving the team, but we’ve every intention of pursuing the dream.”
“We’re just going to go about it in our own way,” Jean added. “We’re not entirely certain of specifics, but we intend to find out…while sharing some quality time, of course.”
“Of course,” said Scott with a wide grin.
The two lovers laughed playfully. Sitting across his desk, holding hands and exchanging subtle gestures of affection, Scott and Jean carried themselves like a couple of newlyweds. It was still somewhat jarring, seeing them so open with their passions. It wasn’t that long ago that they’d been so reserved with their feelings. So much had changed and their encounter with the Phoenix Force was just the catalyst and a very potent one, at that.
“It’ll be good for us,” Jean went on. “We’ll get away for a while, clear our heads, feel things out, and explore this new perspective we’ve gained.”
“Is that what we’re calling it, now?” said Scott.
“Well, I thought ‘power and awareness imbued by a cosmic force’ was too wordy,” she said in a humored tone.
“I don’t disagree. There’s just so much we don’t know about the Phoenix Force. Now that it’s a part of us…a very intimate part…we need time to make sense of it all. If we’re going to embrace it, we should figure out how we’re going to use it for the betterment of others.”
“That is, after all, what you taught us, Professor,” said Jean. “The fact it works for cosmic forces and mutant powers is a nice coincidence.”
“I like to think there’s more than just coincidence at work,” said Xavier.
“Oh there is, Professor. Believe me, there is!” she said, sounding almost sneaky in her tone.
They seemed so casual with their new perspective, as they called it. Even the most powerful telepath in the world wasn’t sure what to make of it. After their ordeal with the Phoenix Force, he sensed something very different in Scott and Jean.
‘Looking at them – my first students, the first X-men, and an example of what’s possible when we realize our true potential – they’ve overcome so much. They say the Phoenix is a force of creation and destruction, fixing what doesn’t work in a universe full of discord. Having embraced the power like they have, who knows what wonders they’ll achieve?’
It was difficult to contemplate, even for a mind as powerful as his. Scott and Jean’s attitude, demeanor, and mannerisms had changed considerably. It wasn’t just because they’d been lounging naked in the New Mexico desert when they found them, either.
Their evolving connection to a cosmic power had given them a new outlook on life and the impact went beyond their greater comfort with nudity. After returning them to the institute – and getting them a clean pair of clothes, as well – he gave Scott and Jean a complete medical evaluation. He even called in a favor from Moira MacTaggert to help. Her diagnosis was just as striking as his.
Physically, they were in perfect health. In fact, Moira said they might be even better than that. While the impact of the Phoenix Force was difficult to measure, she indicated that it had affected every cell in their bodies. They weren’t just healthy. It was as though they’d been supercharged , having tapped into an unseen pool of energy that allowed them to operate on a higher level.
Every organ was more efficient.
Every sense was more heightened.
Every function of had been refined.
The rules of traditional biology no longer applied to Scott Summers and Jean Grey. Jean didn’t need mental blocks on her mind to contain her growing powers. Scott didn’t even need his ruby quartz glasses to contain his optic blasts anymore. However, he still insisted on wearing them because his eyes still glowed. Once heavy burdens, they now had a new level of control over their powers.
That effect extended to their minds, as well. With their permission, he gave them a thorough telepathic scan. By all accounts, their respective psyches were as robust as ever. He still sensed the Phoenix Force in both of them, but it had achieved a unique balance. Aside from helping them manage cosmic power, it established a special bond between them…one that began with their love, but had since blossomed into so much more.
“Beyond processing cosmic power, a near-death experience, and all the other crazy things that led us to this point,” Scott continued, “we need some time for each other.”
“Yes…in more ways than one,” said Jean.
“We’ve been holding back for too long, avoiding our feelings and letting our insecurities pull us in different directions. That can’t have been good for the team.”
“I won’t say it was a detriment,” said Xavier, “but I will say it was rather glaring.”
“That’s a polite way of saying we were dense, stubborn, arrogant, foolish, and…God, it seems so petty now, after everything we’ve been through.”
“That only makes what we have now more precious,” said Jean. “The love we’ve forged together…it’s special. And it’s not just because we share a rapport through the Phoenix Force.”
“Although, that certainly helps,” added Scott with a half-grin.
“We want that love to be our greatest strength from here on out. We want it to guide us as we decide for ourselves how we’ll move forward. We’re still going to fight for peace and understanding. We’re just going to go about it in a different way…without the X-men.”
“At least, for now,” Scott added.
There was a light strain in their voice, but their demeanor left no room for doubt. The way Scott lovingly squeezed Jean’s hand and the way she smiled at him made it abundantly clear. They were ready to move forward, unburdened by the reservations of the past. Between their certainty and the unbound love they shared, Charles Xavier had the utmost confidence in his prized students.
“I trust you’ll find your way,” he said to them. “Wherever it leads you, rest assured the X-men will continue. You’re welcome back here at any time…although I do insist you come fully clothed.”
“Duly noted, Professor,” said Scott, still amused at the memory of the incident in New Mexico.
“It won’t be the same without you, but we’ll carry on. There are still many conflicts to resolve and threats to avert.”
“The world still needs the X-men, Professor,” said Jean. “You don’t need telepathy or cosmic awareness to see that.”
“And I have faith that you’ll handle it without us,” said Scott, “although good luck finding someone who can put up with Wolverine as well as I did.”
“You thought you handled him well?” laughed Jean.
“I challenge anyone in that position to handle it better,” he quipped.
“I’m confident someone will rise to the occasion,” said Xavier with a confident grin. “There will certainly be an adjustment period, but we have what we need in terms of resources and personnel…as do you. Jean’s sabbatical from Metro College has been processed. Scott’s resignation from the X-men has been finalized. Your bags are packed, your travel plans are complete, and your personal affairs are in order. You needn’t worry about us. Just remember that you’ll always have friends and a home at the Xavier Institute.”
“We won’t forget, Professor,” said Jean.
“We promise,” said Scott.
Having said what needed to be said, his two prized students got up from their seat and took turns hugging them. It might have been one of his proudest moments. Even from the confines of his wheelchair, he’d never felt stronger.
After their cordial exchange, Scott and Jean each signed the necessary documents on his desk to make it official. In the coming weeks, Scott would move out of his room in the institute and Jean would move out from her residence near Metro College. They had some money squared away. Jean’s parents and Scott’s grandparents had already indicated that they could stay with them until they determined a more permanent residence.
What they decided was up to them, but Charles Xavier was fully confident that their future was as bright as the cosmic force they wielded.
“Well, we’ve already said our goodbyes to the rest of the team,” said Scott after signing the last document. “We’d better get going soon. We’ve got a flight to catch and a long vacation ahead of us.”
“We’ve still got time,” said Jean. “I think we should make the most of it before we get too distracted with each other.”
There was a strange undertone in her voice. Xavier wasn’t sure what to make of it. He watched as Scott and Jean exchanged knowing glances, as though they had an extensive conversation before they entered his office. Despite being the world’s most powerful psychic, he couldn’t surmise the details. Either the strength of their psychic bond was just that strong or they had other plans that they’d been keeping under wraps.
“I agree,” said Scott with a telling nod. “As it just so happens, there’s still one last personal issue I’d like to resolve. I’ll take care of it while you do what you need to do, Jean.”
“I understand,” she replied. “I’ll meet you downstairs in the foyer. Don’t take too long.”
“Same to you, my love.”
They shared another knowing grin. Scott then exited his office, closing the door behind him. Xavier then turned his attention to Jean, who still had a strange, yet mischievous look on her face.
“Is everything alright, Jean?” Xavier asked her. “You’re being unusually obtuse, if that’s the right word.”
“Everything’s fine, Professor. I promise,” Jean assured him, “but before Scott and I leave, there are a few things I’d like to confront. They don’t involve dreams, mutants, money, or cosmic forces. They involve us…specifically, you and me.”
“What do you mean?” he asked curiously.
“We’re two powerful minds capable of uncanny insight. We can sense things that others can’t…pick up on things that others hide. I recently learned what happens when you hide from unpleasant truths. Even if you manage to forget them, they’ll still find a way to haunt you.”
“I’m…not sure where you’re going with this,” said Xavier.
“Then, allow me to show you in a way I hope neither of us forget.”
Sounding both serious and sincere, Jean used her telekinesis to retrieve a chair from across the room. She then set it directly in front of his wheelchair and sat down. Her demeanor became more relaxed. He also sensed her opening his mind, something most telepaths didn’t do without a good reason.
Then, she settled into a meditative state, her eyes briefly flashed with the fiery halo of the Phoenix Force. As those fires burned, she extended her hand to him and forged a bird-shaped flame in her palm.
“Jean…what are you doing?” Xavier asked with growing concern. “You’re opening channels into the mind that aren’t supposed to open.”
“I know exactly why I’m doing, Professor,” she said. “The Phoenix has revealed a great many things to me…profound, personal things that I wouldn’t have otherwise uncovered. It’s like a purifying flame, burning away lies, flaws, and barriers.”
“Some of those things are hidden for a reason,” he pointed out.
“I don’t disagree. Some things should remain buried. However, this isn’t one of them. And if you’ll open your mind to me…to the Phoenix…you’ll also appreciate this new perspective that Scott and I have embraced.”
Xavier still had reservations. Were it anyone other than Jean Grey, his cherished student who he’d watched grow into a beautiful young woman, he might have hesitated. However, he once again chose to have faith in his former pupil. After all, he was genuinely intrigued by the perspective that had so radically changed Jean and Scott’s outlook.
“Very well,” said Xavier. “Show me what you wish to show me.”
“Just follow me into a shared mindscape,” said Jean, her tone becoming oddly intimate. “Let your thoughts and feelings run free. I’ll take us to where we need to go.”
Putting a hand on his temple, the Professor did as she requested, lowing his psychic defenses and reaching out to grasp the glowing figure of cosmic flame with Jean. His hand now holding hers, he following her psyche into the mental ether. It was a familiar journey for any psychic, leaving the confines of his limited body and venturing into the psychic plane.
However, as he followed Jean into a world where thoughts and feelings took tangible forms, he soon found himself in venturing into an unknown domain…one in which even the deepest, darkest truths could not remain hidden.
Astral Plane
“Jean…why are we here?” asked a confused and overwhelmed Charles Xavier.
“You know why, Professor,” she replied. “Deep down, you know it’s the only place where we could confront this.”
As he took in his surroundings, a range of mixed feelings washed over him. Even a powerful mind like his couldn’t process all of them. However, in a domain like the Astral Plane, where the abstract became real on a whim, there was no avoiding them.
His surroundings were familiar. Instead of his office at the Xavier Institute, he found himself in his old dorm room at Oxford, the university he’d attended in his youth. It was exactly as he remembered it, right down to the decorum on the wall, the French linen sheets on the bed, and the serene view of the River Cherwell just out his window. The details were so vivid that he could even smell a hint of Earl Grey tea, his favorite beverage.
In addition to the familiar surroundings, he also realized his attire had changed. He was still in his wheelchair, but he now wore the distinguished attire of Oxford. That included a dress shirt, a tie, a gray sweater, and blue slacks. It all fit perfectly upon a body that bore the youthful physique of a man in his early 20s. Just feeling around his face and torso affirmed that his mind had constructed a specific appearance for the situation before him.
The nature of that situation was still unclear. However, Jean’s presence and the path they had taken offered a telling clue.
“You rarely talk about your experience in college. Seeing this, I wish you had,” said Jean as she admired the surroundings. “Most of us know you earned your Professorship in Genetics from Oxford, but we know little about the life you lived during those formative years.”
“That’s because there isn’t much to tell,” said Xavier.
“I believe you’re mostly right about that. However, we wouldn’t be here if there weren’t something connecting this time in your life with the present.”
Jean, demonstrating remarkable mastery in navigating the Astral Plane, closed her eyes and waved her hand. Almost immediately, the Professor felt himself levitate out of his wheelchair. In the process, he felt something he could no longer feel in the real world…namely, his legs.
The next thing he knew, he was standing upright in the middle of his old dorm, no longer paralyzed or hindered in any way. While he’d experienced it before in previous visits to the Astral Plane, there was something special about having Jean Grey guide it. Still standing before her, she continued shaping the world around her.
“You have the most powerful mind in the world, Professor,” she went on, “but you didn’t achieve that title just by being a mutant. You earned it. You lived, learned, and even loved in ways that helped make your mind strong. The culmination of those experiences helped you become the man you are. Some experiences, though, act as burdens rather than insights.”
As Jean said those words, her attire changed. The clothes she’d been wearing in his office morphed into an outfit he remembered well. It was the same green dress she’d worn the day she first arrived at his institute. Even her hair style changed to match her appearance on that fateful day.
In that moment, he Charles Xavier realized the specific experience she’d referred to. It was one he’d locked away in his mind for years with the intent of never revisiting it again.
“The past and the present rarely exist in isolation,” she said, “especially on the Astral Plane. Here, you can make connections that you couldn’t otherwise make through memory alone.”
“Jean, whatever connections you think you’re making…” he began, only to be silenced by Jean’s finger on her lips.
“Oh I’m not the one making them, Professor…not entirely. You aren’t either…again, not entirely. Even the Phoenix Force can only do so much to link experiences in the past with later moments in the future. Not having those links only adds to the burden. That’s why I’ve no intention of leaving them as they are.”
Her tone was so affectionate, if not seductive. Were he not in a world where ambiguity took tangible forms, he wouldn’t have believed it. He still had a difficult time accepting it, even as Jean embraced him in her arms in ways former students rarely embraced their professors. The way she caressed his face and pressed her body against hers sent a message that needed no psychic abilities to surmise.
“That day I first arrived…that moment you first saw me, a confused teenage girl who wasn’t sure what was happening to her…it triggered something within you,” Jean said. “I didn’t sense it then, but I definitely sense it now.”
“That…was a long time ago,” said Xavier, his thoughts and feelings betraying him.
“It doesn’t matter. You still felt it. You were drawn to me, Professor, and not just because I was a cute redheaded teenager.”
Nobody had ever said it out load. Xavier hadn’t even allowed himself to think it coherently, but that didn’t change the truth. He had experienced those feelings. He had been attracted to his student when he first met her.
He’d shut that moment out almost immediately after it happened, burying the feelings and implications with it. The idea of an older professor feeling such strong attraction to his young student was abhorrent on too many levels. However, Jean clearly saw it another way. Even as he tried to look away from her, she cupped his chin and locked her gaze with is, as if to assure him it was alright.
“I’m sorry, Jean,” he said solemnly. “I…was in an unfortunate state of mind that day.”
“You don’t need to apologize. Through greater perspective, I understand where those feelings came from,” she told him. “In your powerful mind, I represented something you couldn’t experience in your youth. Having a mind like yours, always sensing the thoughts and feelings of others, the entire concept of intimacy was skewed.”
“That was only part of a much larger issue,” he pointed out.
“But one you never got a chance to confront. Here, within the sanctuary of the Astral, I’m giving you that chance. Think of it as a parting gift from a grateful student…one who just happens to have a newfound appreciation for intimacy.”
In that moment, her voice shifted from one of sincerity to one of seduction. The sweet girl he’d met that fateful day was now a mature woman…a very beautiful woman with intense desire in her eyes. Still in her embrace, his every inclination was to push her away. Then, she kissed him on the lips and those inclinations disappeared.
‘Take me, Professor,’ Jean said telepathically. ‘Give me one last lesson…one we can both cherish, no matter where our thoughts may take us.’
Her thoughts echoed with a similar seduction. At the same time, Xavier still sensed that sweet, loving woman he’d so proudly taught. Her desires were real. Her heart was still pure, if not more so than before. Combined with the taste of her soft lips and the warmth of her touch, both the man and the teacher sought to share that intimate moment they both desired.
“Jean,” Xavier said, their lips parting, “my most uncanny student.”
“Has officially graduated, Charles,” Jean said with a curt grin, “but a good student never stops learning…especially from a skilled teacher.”
Still standing within his embrace, she casually pushed the shoulder straps of her dress to the side and slid the top part down to her waist, exposing the fully-developed breasts of a grown woman. Her lack of a bra showed an emerging eagerness to shed her clothing, a notable side-effect of her and Scott’s encounter with the Phoenix Force. There were many implications to those effects, but the world’s most powerful psychic was not concerned with them at the moment.
Embracing his former student’s eagerness, he shifted his grasp to her breasts, giving her fleshy mounds a light squeeze. A favorable moan followed, further deepening the moment. Like two minds following the same train of thought, Jean loosened his tie, removed his sweater, and unbuttoned his dress shirt.
“You’ve always been a man of compassion, empathy, and understanding,” said Jean as his dress shirt fell to the floor. “Those are great traits for men of peace…as well as men of passion.”
His upper body now devoid of clothing, Jean kissed him again, throwing her arms around him and guiding him towards the bed. Xavier followed her without hesitation, embracing her in his arms once more and savoring the taste of her lips. His desire for her continued to escalate. He sensed it in her too. In fact, as the feeling intensified, he found himself sensing Jean’s thoughts on a more intimate level.
By the time they arrived at the bed, there was no room for doubt or reservation. Jean wanted him as much as he wanted her. There were no barriers with which to hinder them. In the Astral Plane, mind over matter took on many new dimensions. He knew it could be used for certain private moments, but he’d never explored it, even with his past lovers.
If Jean’s demeanor were any indication, she was very familiar with the seedier sides of the Astral Plane. After breaking the kiss, but remaining within his arms, she removed her dress, pushing it down to the floor. Now in just a pair of white panties, she hopped up onto the bed and invited him to join her.
“Come, Professor,” she said playfully. “Show me some of that passion.”
Xavier grinned before accepting her invitation, climbing up on the bed with her and following the very passions she sensed in him. Having had few opportunities to channel them in his youth, he took full advantage of the situation before him.
Their lips met again. Hands roamed more freely with Jean pawing his chest and hitching a leg up around his waist. Xavier returned the favor, tracing a path up her feminine curves, showing the kind of compassionate care that helped make him such a good dreamer. Along the way, they made their way towards the upper end of the bed. Jean also managed to remove his pants, including his belt and boxers. He returned the favor by removing her panties, rendering her fully nude.
“You’re showing me more than I ever thought possible, my dear,” said Xavier, their lips having parted so that he could admire her naked body.
“We’re still talking about passion, right?” Jean teased.
“Among other things…a great many things,” he said to her. “This is where that understanding you mentioned becomes so vital.”
True to his principles, Charles Xavier went about demonstrating those noble traits in a very intimate manner. As Jean lay comfortably on her back, he hovered over her briefly, caressing her face and feeling up her inner thigh. She reacted with another favorable gasp, which encouraged a new kind of understanding.
With the same care he’d demonstrated earlier, he affectionately kissed down the young woman’s neck, trailing his lips down her shoulder and over her breasts, giving special attention to her now-hardened nipples. He didn’t linger, though. He kept going down past her navel and in between her thighs. Jean’s gasps intensified as he neared the outer folds of her genitalia. As soon as he made contact, a more powerful connection between minds and bodies formed.
“Ooh Charles!” Jean cooed. “So understanding!”
The joy in her voice was enchanting. Like a powerful reflex, she spread her legs wide, so much so she formed a perfect V-shape. It gave Charles an unobstructed view of her womanhood, which had already become engorged with juices.
“You may not need this, my dear,” he told her, “but I can tell you want this.”
Channeling everything he’d ever known about anatomy, mutant or otherwise, Xavier proceeded to perform oral sex on Jean Grey. Unlike less considerate men, he used his powerful mind to discern the young woman’s proclivities. In the Astral Plane, there were few barriers to such intimate quirks and Jean was all too eager to share them.
Like a man venturing through familiar territory, he used his lips and tongue to skillfully stimulate Jean’s most intimate areas. Her blissful moans quickly morphed into cries of delight, her body shuddering to the sensations he evoked. In the Astral Plane, it sounded so elegant. At the same time, her womanly flesh tasted as sweet as any treat. No longer forbidden fruit, he dared to gorge on one of life’s most decadent delights.
Xavier soon found himself in a state of heightened lust, so much so that the line between mind and body blurred. Even by the ambiguous standards of the Astral Plane, his overall sense of awareness and place took on a greater intensity, as though every touch felt more real. In his mind, he could literally feel the intensity of Jean’s reactions. Her gleeful expression implied she understood it better than most.
Was it a subtle message about how telepaths approached intimacy?
Was it her way of encouraging him to exercise his psychic talents in new ways?
There were a great many messages flowing between their minds, but one in particular took priority.
“Charles…please,” Jean said after a particularly desperate moan.
Xavier needed no further details and not just because he was a skilled telepath. Intuition, combined with intimae connection, got the point across. After tasting her womanly flesh one last time, he got back on top of her. Jean kept her legs fully spread, grinning eagerly as she caressed his face.
“I’m ready, Jean,” Xavier said to her.
“Me too,” she said intently.
No further words were necessary. No additional foreplay was required as well. Just feeling her exposed flesh and sensing her burning desire was sufficient to achieve his own arousal. Their bodies were as linked as their minds. His manhood was as erect as her womanhood was moist. With such a strong connection, he took her in his arms once more and entered her.
“Oohhh Professor!” Jean cried out.
That angelic cry echoed throughout their private psychic domain. The Astral Plane itself seemed to react favorably to their fleshly union. While the powerful telepath hardly needed more incentive at that point, he gladly took it.
His face now buried in her neck while his hands clung to her thighs, Charles Xavier proceeded to have sex with his prized student. He was as thorough with her as he was with any lesson, putting care and consideration into every movement. Like quality knowledge, it couldn’t be forced. However, that didn’t mean there wasn’t room for some extra energy.
‘Such a passionate, loving woman…so warm and tender, inside and out. Jean Grey…you are a mind and body like no other.’
More moans followed, coupled with eager grunts of bliss. Their naked bodies now moving together in a harmonious dance of bliss, the line between physical and mental intimacy disappeared. The way her skin felt against his, her breasts pressing up against his chest while her fingers trailed over his back, carried an intensity that was easily matched in the real world. Only a world unbound by physics and driven by thought could create such a feeling, especially for telepaths.
Not bound by wheelchairs or limitations, Charles Xavier channeled his powerful mind alongside Jean Grey’s into an intimate act that transcended normal intimacy. The very ambience of the room reacted to their sex. The sun outside shined brighter, the scent of their increasingly sweaty bodies hung heavier, and the linens of the bed felt softer with every movement. Everything, right down to the way his manly flesh slithered within her womanly folds, took on a more connected feeling.
“Professor…Charles…you’re doing it. We’re doing it!” Jean moaned. “This feeling…this perspective…share it with me.”
That was more an urging than a request. As the intense sensations flowed between them, Jean took a more active part in their sexual activities. She hitched her legs up higher, arching him over his shoulders so that he could enter her at a different angle, adjusting the feeling, as if to explore new intimate manifestations. Xavier eagerly explored with her and the Astral Plane reacted accordingly.
Their bodies followed the whims of their thoughts, moving around and engaging in various intimate alignments. For a while, Jean got on top of him and rode him like a goddess dancing atop a mere mortal. Given her new cosmic connections, it seemed fitting. At another point, he laid Jean down on her side, hitched a leg over his shoulder, and teased her foot while he made love to her. She ended up liking that more than she expected. He could already sense her taking mental notes for her and Scott.
It became downright playful, engaging in various sex acts and sharing their bodies as well as their passions. Somehow, they managed to slip under the sheets and build a powerful heat, one that seemed to add even more energy to the astral landscape. Jean was quite generous with her kissing, using her tongue in a way that few women dared back during his college days. She was also understanding in her own way, feeling around the sinews of his body and caressing them as only a compassionate woman could.
As Xavier enjoyed the sensual moment with her, it no longer felt like a teacher having sex with a student. They were just a man and a woman sharing some mutual intimacy in a college dorm. Thanks to the skewed physics of the Astral Plane, they could share it to an extent limited only by thought. Fatigue, strain, and even a sense of time ceased to be relevant. The only constraint was their shared desire to see it through to its inevitable conclusion.
Little by little, they drew closer to that ultimate endpoint. Xavier felt it approaching fast. He sensed that Jean felt it too. Still under the sheets, their naked bodies moving and grinding together with more urgency, the final phase of their sex neared completion.
“Charles…my mentor…I’m close,” gasped Jean in a joyous daze.
“I am too, Jean,” said Xavier breathlessly. “Our minds…our bodies…I can feel it too.”
“Then, please…come with me!”
That warm invitation became a final push to an ecstasy that defied words and thought alike. In a domain like the Astral Plane, a sexual peak was different. When minds were as entwined as bodies in the real world, it was hard not to achieve orgasm simultaneously. It was also more difficult, requiring a mental fortitude that few psychics could match. Jean was among the select few.
With the connection between their minds and bodies so intensely strong, he and Jean crossed that special threshold that few in the Astral Plane ever crossed. At that moment, where the physical and the mental became one in the same, they climaxed together in a perfect manifestation of sexual bliss.
‘In this world…within our minds…we come together.’
As a flood of ecstasy washed over them, their naked bodies trembled atop the bed. The heat of her womanhood fully embraced the rigid strength of his manhood, physical reactions morphing into sensations of raw pleasure. His body and hers, naked skin meshed with naked skin, writhed under the weight of the feeling.
The very foundations of the Astral Plane shook, as though that one intimate act had left an indelible impression on the psychic landscape. Charles Xavier liked to think his ideas left their mark. In a world where ideas took physical form, it felt so fitting.
“Great dream begins with great thoughts,” said Jean breathlessly, her body still entwined with his as they lay together on the bed. “Yours are far greater than most…more so than I thought.”
“Thank you, Jean,” said Xavier with a warm smile as he caressed her face. “What you just did…what we just did…neither words nor thoughts could convey how much it means to me.”
“It’s okay, Charles. You don’t need to say or think anything. Thanks to you, I already know.”
With a beaming smile of her own, she lovingly kissed his forehead and embraced him once more. Then, just as quickly as their intimate moment unfolded, it ended.
Back In Charles Xavier’s Office
Like awakening from a dream, Charles Xavier returned to real world with a sharp gasp. In an instant, he was back at his desk in his wheelchair. Jean was still there with him, looking every bit as overwhelmed. They both needed to catch their breath, Jean more so than him. She was still sitting at the edge of his desk, but ended up leaning back to maintain her balance.
“Wow!” Jean said, laughing somewhat as her became flushed. “That was more intense than I thought it would be.”
“I agree,” said Xavier, who couldn’t help but laugh as well.
It took more than a few moments to collect themselves. Xavier, despite being back in his paralyzed form, still felt the lingering warmth of Jean’s touch. He swore he could still smell her lips on his breath. The ecstasy they had shared in the Astral Plane still resonated outside it, leaving them both smiling at one another as only two powerful psychics could.
Before the silence got too awkward, Jean slipped off the desk and embraced her mentor one last time. The memory of what they had just done in the Astral Plane had not dissuaded her in the slightest. She was still as caring as compassionate as before, but the gesture still carried greater meaning.
“Thanks again, Professor…for everything,” said Jean.
“I believe you and Scott have done plenty to show your gratitude…you more so than him,” Xavier said with a sheepish grin.
“Don’t worry. He knew what I had planned. Think of it as my way of sharing the perspective we’ve gained. By opening ourselves to others – sometimes in very intimate ways – we see things with greater clarity than we thought possible. Sometimes, it’s sobering. Other times, it can be so much more!”
There was that distinct undertone again. It was a perfect blend of genuine affection and playful sexiness. Between her newfound perspective with Scott and the influence of the Phoenix Force, he saw a bold new side of Jean Grey and he couldn’t be more proud. Whatever path she and Scott chose moving forward, Charles Xavier trusted her to follow her own dreams.
“We’ll be in touch. That, I promise,” Jean said before breaking the embrace and making her leave.
“And the X-men will always be there for you. I promise,” assured Charles.
“I trust that all is in good hands,” she said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I should catch up with Scott. But first, I’ll need to change into a clean pair of panties!”
Xavier Institute – Storm’s Room
“I’m the leader of the X-men, now. Goddess, give me strength.”
Ororo Munroe had been repeating that to herself all day. It still hadn’t sunk in and she’d given up trying to make it. There was only so much she could do when granted such incredible responsibility. Being a former pick-pocket and thief, leadership had never been a priority or an aspiration, for that matter. However, with Cyclops leaving the X-men, someone had to fill that role and she was the unanimous choice.
It caught her by surprise, but it probably shouldn’t have. Ever since Charles Xavier formed an all-new, all different team of X-men, she’d distinguished herself in many ways. She got along with everyone on the team, including Wolverine, who seemed to clash with everyone. She’d proven herself in the field, taking on the likes of Karoka, Magneto, Black Tom Cassidy, and Stephen Lang’s mutant-hunting Sentinels. While Ororo hadn’t sought out leadership, she earned the respect of her peers.
It wasn’t the same as being worshipped as a goddess as she’d been while living in the African, but it was every bit as overwhelming. She wasn’t sure how she would handle her new role. She’d seen Cyclops shoulder many burdens as leader, going back to his time with the original X-men. She had always admired his ability to handle those burdens. Now, the onus was on her.
Knowing Scott and Jean were set to leave later that day, Ororo had spent much of her day preparing herself. She planned to address the team that evening to formally embrace her new role, as Professor Xavier put it. The former weather goddess still didn’t know what she was going to tell them. It had kept her up all night and she’d spent all morning tending to her plants, hoping to clear her mind. She still felt woefully unprepared.
“If only leadership were as easy as nourishing a plant,” she said to herself she formed a small cloud over one of her African Water Fern.
“I don’t think it’s that different,” came an unexpected voice, “but it can be just as rewarding…with the possible exception of freshly fried yams.”
Recognizing the voice immediately, Ororo turned around to see Scott casually standing in her doorway. He must have heard her distressed musings. That understanding look of his – the same look that helped make him an effective leader, no less – gave it away. Only slightly embarrassed, she greeted him.
“Hello, Scott,” she said as she dissipated the clouds over her plants. “I take it you and Jean have finalized things with the Professor.”
“We have, for the most part,” he said. “There are a few loose ends, but I sense that’s not your biggest concern, at the moment.”
“I apologize if I’m being that obvious. I don’t wish to complicate your departure from the X-men. I understand that you and Jean want this. You deserve to make a life for yourselves outside these walls.”
“I appreciate that, Ororo. Just know that we wouldn’t do this if we weren’t certain that the X-men were in good hands without us.”
“Are you’re that convinced mine are so capable?” Ororo asked intently.
“Having worked with you, fought alongside you, and dealt with having Wolverine as a teammate…yes, I can safely say I’m convinced.”
They both laughed, which helped ease the mood. Scott didn’t laugh often, but it was nice to see him so upbeat. For what he and Jean went through, she couldn’t blame him. At the same time, she couldn’t claim to share his certainty in her leadership skills. Once he and Jean left, it would be her issue to resolve.
Scott seemed confident in her. That, or he was just eager to spend some quality time with Jean Grey. The former weather goddess didn’t doubt his sincerity as he approached her. After closing her bedroom door behind him, he joined her in the makeshift garden she’d set up near her window.
“Even so, I wanted to meet with you privately before I said my goodbyes to the team,” Scott said with a more serious demeanor. “I know it seems like we’re dumping this role on you, but trust me. This isn’t something Jean, the Professor, or I took lightly. We wouldn’t give you this role if we didn’t think you were capable.”
“It’s not my ability that concerns me, Scott. It’s not even the suddenness of being granted such a role,” said Ororo.
“Well, if you’re worried about leading Wolverine, don’t be. I doubt that man has ever gotten along with authority figures.”
“Believe it or not, that doesn’t worry me, either. I can handle the burden. I can even handle the frustrations associated with certain teammates.”
“You might feel otherwise after he undermines you on a mission,” Scott commented.
“And I intend to handle that, whenever it occurs. Logan and I are friends. That won’t change with me as the leader.”
“Except, being a leader is different from being someone’s friend,” Scott pointed out. “You can’t always be friendly when the stakes are high.”
“Therein lies the issue. The one thing that still worries me – the one aspect of leadership I can’t say I’m ready for – is making those difficult decisions that you’ve always had to make. It’s one of the things I’ve always admired about you, Scott. You make those decisions, even when the mission is failing and your team is relying on you to see them through. That unique ability…I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
Suddenly, all those overwhelming feelings from earlier came rushing back. The African woman hugged her shoulders and turned back to her plants, which were so much easier to manage. Scott continued to show empathy, offering a friendly gesture. He even attempted to boost her spirits, lightly grasping her shoulders and standing in front of her, as if to stop her from taking a wrong turn.
“Ororo, let me tell something about those choices…something I’ve never told anyone else on my team, even the Professor,” said Scott. “You and the others may think I’m a skilled leader because I make those tough decisions, but honestly…I believe that’s my biggest shortcoming.”
“What do you mean?” asked Ororo curiously. “I’ve never seen you hesitate when making a necessary decision for the good of the team.”
“That’s just it. Making tough decisions…that’s the easy part. The hard part – the one I never mastered, now that I look back on it – is convincing others to share in that decision.”
“Share a decision? What does that have to do with anything?”
“In terms of being a leader…everything,” he said strongly. “It’s one thing to just bark orders and have people follow you. Talk to Bobby, Hank, or Warren. They’ll tell you I’m great at that. They’ll even convince you I was born with an adamantium stick up my ass.”
“I’ve heard Bobby try to make that case more than once,” said Storm under her breath.
“And they feel that way because I always made it my decision instead of the team’s decision. I never took the time to get them on the same page as me…to show them how I saw a situation and why we need to make a certain choice. Even if they trust my judgement, that doesn’t mean they’re convinced. Even if I end up being right, it still only vindicates me and not the team.”
He sounded disappointed in himself. That wasn’t unusual for Scott, who’d always dealt with insecurity and uncertainties. Jean had told Ororo more than once that his self-doubt was his greatest weakness that he refused to acknowledge. Now, he was standing there before her, admitting to it outright.
That resonated with Ororo on many levels. She found herself matching his gaze, looking at his eyes through those ruby-quartz glasses. She saw in him regret, a kind not typical in the usually-stern Scott Summers. She also saw a glint of hope. As he stood closer, caressing her face and conveying a sense of uncanny strength, Ororo felt that burden she’d been carrying turn into something else…something more empowering.
“That’s why I believe you’ll be a better leader than me, in the long run,” Scott told her, sounding totally convinced. “I’ve seen how you affect the people around you. They don’t just follow you because you tell them. They follow you because they want to.”
“What happens when I have to make a difficult decision?” Ororo asked. “It only takes one wrong move to undermine that trust.”
“Not if the team shares the burden,” he said. “That’s the mark of a great leader…someone who gets others take ownership of those decisions, as well. They don’t see it as an order. They see it as something the team endures together. I believe you can build that kind of team. I also believe the X-men will be better because of it.”
“You say that as though it’s a matter of fact,” said Ororo.
“From my perspective – as someone who has been empowered by a cosmic force – it is, Ororo.”
As if to remind her of the impact from recent events, Scott removed his ruby quartz glasses to reveal his glowing red eyes. The same man who once dreaded hurting his friends because he couldn’t control his powers now stood calm and poised, perfectly in control and unafraid of losing it.
There was still something so comforting about that, seeing the unobstructed face of Scott Summers. The way he looked at her, those glowing eyes radiating with such power, felt so different than before. He claimed he couldn’t read minds like Jean, but it still felt like he sensed things that others couldn’t. Whatever perspective the Phoenix had given him, it helped him see more than other shades of red.
“That’s quite a perspective, Scott,” the weather goddess said, feeling around his face. “I can tell it has affected you.”
“In so many ways,” he added, “although not enough to keep my eyes from glowing.”
“It still helps you see things others don’t. I may not see it yet myself, but I can still appreciate your perspective. I promise I’ll do what I must to embrace it.”
“I’m certain you will, Ororo,” he said. “I have faith in you and so do the others. I don’t need cosmic awareness to see that.”
The African woman smiled warmly at her friend and former teammate, feeling much less anxious about her new role now than she had moments ago. Seeing his eyes, knowing the trust and confidence he’d placed in her, made her feel better about her title moving forward. It was still going to be an adjustment, but she was ready for it.
As Ororo processed the moment before her, Scott smiled back and took a step closer. Then, his eyes still glowing and his demeanor still strong, he affectionately caressed her face. It wasn’t a friendly gesture, either. Ororo had received her share of gestures from men. She knew when a simple touch conveyed more intimate undertones.
That caught her by surprise, somewhat. Scott was not one to share such gestures so openly and with someone other than Jean Grey. At first, she thought it was a mistake, but when he cupped her chin and gazed into her eyes with such awe, the message was clear.
‘That look…his touch…is Scott Summers attracted to me? Does he want me?’
As if he’d sensed her reaction, his glowing eyes flashed briefly with the embers of the Phoenix Force. He’d previously mentioned its effects. She’d even witnessed some of those effects, namely his newfound comfort with nudity when they picked him and Jean up in New Mexico. Was she about to experience another?
“Scott, I don’t have the same awareness as you do,” Ororo said, “but the position we’re in right now…it’s sending mixed messages.”
“Then, allow me to clarify them,” Scott said, still standing so intimately close to her. “I didn’t just come here to tell you why you’ll be a great leader. There’s something else I want to do for you, Ororo…something Jean and I discussed earlier while making our plans for the future.”
“Did those discussions involve looking at me with unusual affection in your eyes?”
“You’re a beautiful woman. There’s nothing unusual about admiring your beauty. And before you say anything else, don’t worry about Jean. She knows this is happening.”
“Does she also know what happens when a healthy young man admires the beauty of a woman?”
“She does and so do I. She and I have…expanded our understanding of love, lust, and intimacy. The Phoenix has helped with that, but beyond that greater perspective I mentioned, there’s another component I want to share…one I think will help you in ways beyond leadership skills.”
Ororo was still confused and even a little worried that she was sharing such an intense moment with a friend, who also happened to be the lover of another friend. However, Scott didn’t sound the least bit concerned or conflicted. If anything, he seemed emboldened.
Whether through perspective or simple desire, Scott Summers – the same man who so loved Jean Grey and had been so reserved with his emotions – kissed her on the lips. Ororo, still curious despite her confusion, did not resist. That sentiment quickly faded because the second his lips touched hers, she felt something that defied nature, as she knew it.
‘My Goddess…I’m kissing Scott Summers. But I sense…no, I feel something greater at work.’
It started with another cosmic flicker in his eyes, as though he’d done something to spark the power of the Phoenix Force. Then, like a flash of lighting, the African woman felt a wave of warmth wash over her, like a soft blanket on a cold night. Some parts of her body got warmer than others, especially the area between her legs.
That evoked a host of entirely natural reactions. As Ororo kissed back, she snaked her arms around Scott’s neck. He embraced her as well, pulling her closer so that their bodies could share in the warmth. It was like connecting with something that didn’t just trigger a host of passionate desires. It accelerated it, like a flame being doused with gasoline.
There was nothing confusing about it anymore. Ororo knew what she desired. She wanted to have sex with Scott Summers. Seeing him naked back in New Mexico might have been a humorous novelty. What she felt at that moment was dead serious.
“Oh my!” Ororo gasped. “Scott…what did you do?”
“I kissed you,” he said, humored by her reaction.
“No. I’ve kissed men before. That…was something different.”
“Does that mean you want to continue? Because based on what Jean and I experienced from the Phoenix, this feeling I want to share…it gets intense.”
That sounded like both a warning and an invitation. As if the message weren’t clear enough, Scott threw in some other affectionate gestures. While in his arms, he felt up her waist and lightly squeezed her hips. There was nothing casual or playful about them. The feeling he described was as serious as it was sexual.
Being a healthy adult woman, Ororo couldn’t help but react to the intimate touch of an attractive man. However, there was something else in Scott’s gestures that made the feeling more alluring. It was like she’d just tasted a rare, delicious new treat and, goddess help her, she wanted more.
“Yes, Scott,” she told him in a serious tone worthy of a leader. “I want to continue.”
“Are you sure?” he asked her, his eyes flashing again, as if to tempt her even more. “I’m still adjusting to certain effects from the Phoenix…effects that may show in the feeling I seek to share.”
More lust entered his tone. He gave her hips another squeeze, causing the heat around their bodies to intensify. Already, the African woman felt a moist heat between her thighs, which allayed any further concerns.
“I’m sure,” Ororo said with total confidence. “If this is something you truly wish to share with me, please do so. I only ask that you don’t hold back.”
“Bold words from a bold woman,” said Scott. “You already sound like a capable leader!”
They kissed again, throwing their arms around one another and deepening their embrace. There was no more ambiguity or uncertainty to speak of. It was really going to happen. She was going to have sex with Scott Summers.
‘Goddess, help me…I want this. I want this honorable, handsome man. And he wants me too.’
It still didn’t entirely make sense. How could a man who’d once been so reserved and uptight be so comfortable with such a lurid idea? Being more comfortable with nudity was one thing. Opening his relationship with Jean, seeking new lovers and exploring other desires, was something else entirely. Whether it was a byproduct of the Phoenix or a hidden side of a man she knew so well didn’t matter. The choice had been made.
As she tasted his lips and explored his upper body, Ororo felt that same spark from earlier grow into a full-blown flame. It was like magic, his touch triggering such intense sexual arousal in her. It almost didn’t feel natural, as though his gestures contained some hidden power that drove her loins wild with desire.
Given the way his eyes kept flashing, it might have had something to do with those effect Scott mentioned. For all she knew, he now had the power to sexually arouse a woman with a single touch. Ororo suspected that Scott didn’t even understand it, but if the way he kissed her was any indication, he was eager to embrace that power. She was just the second woman after Jean who got to experience it first.
“Ororo…the table,” Scott gasped in between intense gestures.
The weather goddess already knew his intentions. She didn’t even have to stop kissing and pawing him for too long. With their lips still entwined and their hands still roaming freely, she led him over to the half-empty table she had set up near the window. It contained some small gardening tools and discarded seed bags. Utilizing a sharp gust of wind, she cleared it instantly.
“These clothes…so itchy,” said Ororo, now backed up against the table.
“That’s an easy issue to resolve,” said Scott, sounding so manly and tactical.
Like a leader and a gentleman, he removed the top part of her dress, exposing the white bra she wore underneath. Showing some leadership of her own, Ororo returned the favor by removing his dress shirt, unbuttoning them with ease and pushing it off his body so that it fell to the floor. It left her with a perfect view of a shirtless Scott Summers, a sight she’d never had a chance to admire.
“You are correct, Scott. That was easy,” Ororo said, throwing in some seductive undertones of her own.
“And it only gets easier,” he told her.
Still grinning, those glowing eyes radiating an energy that seemed to heat the air around them, they resumed their kissing. With more flesh exposed, it quickly escalated. As their tongues twirled, Ororo eagerly pawed his upper body while Scott explored her mocha-colored skin. Along the way, he managed to unclasp her bra and remove it.
Her breasts now exposed, their affectionate gestures morphed into full-fledged foreplay. Arousal became desire and desire fueled their actions. It was such a natural progression of passions. Being so in touch with nature, Ororo appreciated it more than most. She even showed some of that appreciation by undoing Scott’s pants, which revealed some sizable arousal of his own.
Never one to fall behind, Scott reached behind her waist and unzipped the back part of her dress. It fell to the floor atop an increasingly large pile of discarded clothes, leaving her only in a pair of panties, which had already become soaked with arousal.
“Scott…whatever this feeling is…I like it!” said Ororo.
“It’s…more intense than I thought,” he said, already breathless.
“Should we slow down?”
“Hell no!”
Scott rarely used that kind of rhetoric, even during missions. The way his eyes flashed with cosmic flame hinted that there was no stopping him. He was a man on a mission and she was an aspiring leader who shared in that mission. Together, they embraced the intense feeling.
His pants now at his ankles, Ororo followed Scott to the next proverbial phase. As she kissed down his neck and raked her fingers over his masculine upper body, he lifted her up in his arms and set her down on the table she’d cleared. From there, still in just a pair of tight boxers, he grasped the sides of her panties and slid them down her shapely legs, rendering her completely naked.
“Wow,” said Scott as he took a moment to admire her nude form. “You are a beautiful woman, Ororo.”
“And your newfound fondness for nudity is very much appreciated,” Ororo teased. “I still don’t understand American sensibilities, but I’m glad you’ve discarded them.”
“Same here,” he said coyly. “I just wish it hadn’t taken a cosmic force to show my why those reservations were so absurd.”
“Not to mention an impediment to intimacy,” she added.
“That too. And believe me…nothing is going to impede me from here on out.”
“I believe you,” said Ororo, “but I wouldn’t mind some extra assurance.”
Her voice had a seductive, if not mischievous undertone. Ororo might have carried herself with grace and dignity when in uniform, but when her clothes came off and her passions ran wild, she never hesitated to embrace her sexy side. Judging by Scott’s reaction, he liked that side of her.
As if responding to a new mission objective, he dropped to his knees and parted her legs so that they were draped over his shoulders. Along the way, he trailed his lips down between her breasts, along the center of her torso, and eventually towards her womanhood. Already so moist and aroused, the moment she felt his lips contact her folds sent shivers of delight coursing through her body.
“Ooh Goddess!” the African goddess cooed.
“Assured yet?” teased Scott.
“Not quite,” she quipped.
Not deviating from the mission – as if Scott Summers could do anything less – he intensified his efforts. Still holding onto her thighs, he went to work giving her oral sex. Just as he demonstrated uncanny accuracy with his optic blasts in the Danger Room, he was just as precise with his lips and tongue.
‘Amazing! He treats cunnilingus the same way he treats a rescue operation. Jean is a very lucky woman, indeed!’
Leaning back on her arms, having to cling to the side of the table at times, Ororo closed her eyes and let out moans of bliss. Scott carried out his mission well, using his tongue to probe her hot folds, tasting her feminine juices and tracing around her swollen clitoris. It was like he had detailed intel on her female anatomy, knowing where to apply the stimulation and how to excite her most intimate areas.
He was so effective with his touching that he brought her to the brink or orgasm. Ororo, being so connected to nature, rarely needed much to get her to that special domain. Being less uptight about sex, at least compared to other American women, gave her an advantage. Even with fewer constraints, the ease with which Scott brought her to the edge was remarkable. She could feel those red glowing eyes gazing up at her as her body shuddered in anticipation of her release.
“Oh Goddess, yes!” she exclaimed. “I…I’m coming!”
“Mmm…sexy goddess,” said Scott, his words muffled by her throbbing folds.
Never one to hold back on a mission, he made the final push, probing her depths with his tongue and adding extra pressure to her clit. That sent her over the edge almost instantly. In that moment, the elegant weather goddess became just another woman enjoying a great orgasm.
As the feeling washed over her, she curled her toes, arched her back, and clung to the edges of the table as while the inner muscles of her vagina contracted in accord with her release. It was a familiar feeling, the ripples of pleasure coursing through her body. However, there was something more potent about the feeling Scott had just given her.
Ripples became tsunamis.
Sparks became raging wildfires.
A gentle warmth became a burning heat.
“By the forces nature…that was incredible, Scott!” Ororo exclaimed as she writhed within the ecstasy.
“I take it that means you’re assured?” he said, looking up from her inner thighs.
“Very…much so!”
Ororo soaked in every bit of the feeling, not knowing whether such ecstasy was exclusive to men who’d encountered cosmic forces. Scott remained between her legs, licking up the feminine juices that dripped from her inner folds. He lapped it up, as though it were his favorite treat. Jean had often told her that Scott was a dedicated lover, but never to such an intimate extent. She couldn’t help but be jealous of her friend.
As the pleasure-laden waves and heat subsided, Ororo opened her eyes and cast Scott a beaming smile of satisfaction. In the ambient sunlight of her garden, it seemed fitting. He smiled back at her before rising up and removing his boxers along the way, revealing that tasting her womanhood had left him very much aroused.
“My word, Scott,” Ororo said as her gaze narrowed on his erect penis. “Does making a woman orgasm always get you so excited?”
“It’s one of the things,” Scott said, leaning over and embracing her in his arms once more. “The Phoenix Force encourages connection with others…often in intimate ways.”
“Well, what you just did to me certainly qualifies.”
“Those simple connections lead to others…each compounding one another, like waves in the ocean,” he said, his words becoming dazed with desire and lust. “All my life, I’ve had a hard time connecting with people. Now, thanks to Jean and the Phoenix…I feel like I can open myself to others.”
“And you’ve certainly done that too,” said Ororo while affectionately caressing his face.
“Think of it as my way of promoting connections with the X-men’s new leader. Besides, who said I was finished?”
They exchanged another playful grin. Scott’s throbbing arousal wasn’t satisfied, even if she was. True to the spirit of completing a mission, Ororo kissed him again and hooked her legs around his waist to pull him closer.
“Then, what are you waiting for?” she asked him. “Complete your final mission, Scott!”
It marked her first order as leader of the X-men and Scott complied without hesitation. As she reacquainted her tongue with his, Scott shifted his grip to her hips while she aligned her body with his. Like two complementary forces of nature, his rigid penis found its way to her still-dripping vagina. As soon as she felt the tip rub against her outer folds, instinct did the rest.
In one targeted thrust, Scott entered her. Together, they each let out a deep moan. Her womanly flesh embraced his manly length, the intimate feeling of their sexual union evoking a fresh surge of sensations. That basic intimate connection had been made and, just as Scott had pointed out, it quickly escalated from there.
“Goddess!” Ororo gasped.
“Speak for yourself,” quipped Scott.
They laughed and kissed some more as sensations of sensual delight consumed them. Scott tightened his hold on her hips, widened his stance, and began moving his body in a steady procession of sexual motions. He worked his pelvis back and forth while Ororo supplemented every movement by rocking her hips, allowing every intimate thrust to fill her depths completely. He led her and she led him, helping each other ascend to heights of increasing bliss.
Ororo, already covered in a light sweat, pawed his chest and traced along his arms with her fingers. Scott became more playful with his touching as well, affectionately caressing her mocha-colored skin, paying special attention to her breasts, hips, and butt. It was a beautiful exchange, natural passions compounding every sensation.
Scott’s strength, conditioning, and dedication showed in every thrust. He was as thorough with intercourse as he was with cunnilingus. Ororo could only imagine how much fun he and Jean would have during their extended sabbatical, but she wasn’t the least bit focused with her friend’s emerging love life. Her sole focus at that moment was to make her and Scott’s sex a feeling to remember.
She did her part and Scott did his. With their arms and bodies entwined, they moved together in an increasingly-heated exertion of passion. The table rocked and the air became thick with sensual heat, almost as though her plants were providing some added humidity. It was like making love in the middle of the jungle on a warm sunny day. As someone who embraced the beauty of nature and missed her homeland, it made for an extra-satisfying feeling.
“Ororo…Goddess…I’m close!” Scott grunted, sweat now dripping down his brow.
“Me too, Scott. Ooh I’m going to…come…again!” Ororo cried out.
The feeling approached quickly, so much so that Ororo had to cling extra-hard to Scott’s shoulder to remain upright. Scott tightened his hold on her too, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face in her neck as he delivered the last round of desperate thrusts.
Within her moist depths, his member slithered effortlessly, stimulating every sensitive spot along the way. The weather goddess was poised for another release. With the memory of her first orgasm still fresh in her mind, she slipped even deeper into a euphoric daze. It was so intoxicating that even her mutant powers seemed to react, causing a light vortex of wind to swirl around their naked bodies. It was enough to make their hair flutter just as she achieved her second orgasm.
“Oohhh Goddess!” she cried out.
Again, her naked body shuddered under the weight of hot pleasure. However, she had company for her second ascension.
“Ohhh Storm!” Scott exclaimed.
His climax wasn’t simultaneous, but it was pretty damn close. Just as Ororo’s inner folds began contracting around Scott’s throbbing cock, he shot a thick stream of his manly fluids up into her depths, his cum mixing with her juices in an intimate blend of ecstasy.
Together, their naked, sweaty bodies trembled under the weight of the pleasure. She clung to him as hard as he clung to her, as though embracing each other and embracing the feeling were one in the same. Such complementary balance in nature, be it the winds or the sex act, was exceedingly rare. When it did occur, though, it was a beautiful thing.
“Do gusts of wind always happen during sex with you?” Scott asked, still in a blissful daze.
“Not always,” Ororo answered, “just when it the sex is very good.”
“For someone so in touch with nature, that makes perfect sense.”
“As much sense as you giving the new leader of the X-men such a wonderful parting gift?”
“I certainly hope so.”
They shared another beaming smile, holding onto one another and exchanging a few more affectionate gestures before finally parting their bodies. While Scott retrieved his clothes and got dressed, Ororo remained on the table, naked with her legs casually draped over the side. Between the afterglow of their sex and the comforting ambience of her garden, she felt much more confident in her ability to lead the X-men.
“You’re going to be a great leader, Ororo,” Scott said as he put on his pants.
“I’m tempted to attribute that to afterglow, as you Americans call it,” said Ororo, “but you’ve shown the value of your judgement…as well as many other fine skills.”
“It goes beyond judgement. I can sense it in you…more so than before our clothes came off.”
“Are you certain those senses aren’t obscured by nudity?” she joked.
“Positive,” he said in a more serious tone. “When Jean and I first embraced the Phoenix, it emphasized three critical insights…life, love, and connection. The fact you’re so connected with nature puts you ahead of the curve. Through connection, be it how we value life or how we have sex, we can know a lot about the person…both in terms of who they are and who they strive to be.”
Another flame-like spark flashed in his eyes, as if to affirm the cosmic power that resided within him. It gave his words greater weight. Ororo even found herself thinking differently about the prospects of leadership. She wasn’t just taking over a role. She would be guiding the X-men forward, connecting with her friends and teammates on a new level. Having just experienced the power – and its incredible rewards, as well – she felt both ready and excited.
“Thank you, Scott,” said Ororo with renewed spirits. “I promise I’ll lead the X-men the best I can.”
“You don’t need to promise me anything, Ororo,” said Scott. “I know the X-men are in the best of hands.”
“What about you?” she asked curiously as Scott buttoned up his shirt. “Have you and Jean decided what you’ll do with your new cosmic perspective?”
“You mean besides exploring our love and having incredible sex?”
“Of course,” she said with a chuckle.
Scott paused for a moment. His demeanor shifted as he retrieved his ruby-quartz glasses. It was an unanswered question that everyone had been asking him and Jean. Ororo even shared in the curiosity. Some expected them to just find a quiet place to settle, get married, and start having kids. Given the intimate skills Scott just demonstrated to her, they were already ahead of the curve in that respect.
However, Ororo sensed that was not the life they would ultimately pursue. Looking at Scott, having experienced the breadth of his passion, she saw in him a desire to do more with his life. He and Jean had found each other. They now shared a cosmic power together. What they would do with it was still uncertain, but the possibilities were endless.
“I don’t know yet. That’s what Jean and I hope to figure out on our trip,” Scott said distantly, “but trust me…this isn’t the end for our lives as X-men. Like the Phoenix itself, it’s a new beginning!”
Later – Outside Xavier Institute
When the X-men began, it started with five remarkable young people. Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Henry McCoy, Bobby Drake, and Warren Worthington III were the original team that began the struggle for peace and understanding in a world full of fear and hatred. Over the course of that struggle, others had come and gone. They’d made many friends and enemies, saved many lives and endured many losses. Through everything the X-men had achieved, it started with what that original team.
While most had left, Scott had remained and Jean had never been far. Now, with their departure, it felt like a true passing of the torch, the end of one era and the beginning of another. It was bittersweet, but in wake of recent events, it felt so right.
“Goodbye, Scott. Goodbye, Jean. Take care,” said Professor Charles Xavier as he gave his two prized students one last parting hug.
“Thank you, sir,” said Scott, “for giving us the chance to fight for your dream.”
“Whatever we end up doing with our lives, we’ll continue sharing that dream,” said Jean.
“Ye lads are making this way more dramatic than it should to be,” said Sean, who stood alongside with Ororo, Logan, Kurt, and Piotr.
“Are you suggesting that this is not a momentous occasion, Sean?” asked Piotr.
“Did I say I minded?” he said with a humored laugh.
The rest of the team shared in the sentiment. Having already gotten in their parting words, they decided to stand with Xavier as they gave Scott and Jean a formal send-off. Their bags were backed. Jean’s new SUV was full and ready to take her and Scott into a new chapter of their lives.
Xavier still sensed some sadness, but the prevailing feeling was one of hope and assurance. Scott and Jean had done plenty to contribute to the X-men. The time had come to forge their own path. Their presence would still be missed, though. Some would miss them more than others.
“Well, it ain’t like they’re leaving for good,” said Logan. “I’m sure Cyke will still find a way to bust my chops from afar.”
“And I’m sure I’ll miss that charming personality of yours at some point, Logan…eventually,” said Scott dryly.
“We’ll miss you too, mien friends…even if some don’t readily admit it,” said Kurt, which earned him a glare from Logan.
“Be sure to keep in touch,” Xavier went on. “If ever you need help from the X-men…or simply your friends…you know how to reach us.”
“Unless it involves piloting a shuttle,” Sean joked. “Maybe call the Avengers for that.”
“We’ll keep that in mind, Sean,” Jean laughed.
“But if you find yourselves naked in the desert again, call us first!” said Logan.
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” said Scott.
“Hell no!” he said with a wolfish grin.
Scott shook his head and laughed. Then, he turned to Storm.
“God help you, Ororo,” he said to her. “You’ve got your work cut out for you leading this guy.”
“I’m sure I’ll manage,” Ororo said confidently. “Besides, we have a new student arriving tomorrow, a teenage girl named Katherine Pryde. I hope you’ll do your part in welcoming her.”
“Well, you shoot lighting and you’re easier on the eyes, Ro. You got that going for you,” said Logan.
“I miss you guys already,” said Scott.
“Trust me, the feeling is mutual,” said Xavier.
With those parting words and gestures, Scott Summers and Jean Grey waved one last time before making their leave. The Professor and his remaining X-men watched as they drove off into the setting sun, not at all certain of where their new perspective would take them. Who they were on that shuttle was different from the naked couple they found in the New Mexico desert. Having sensed for himself the power of that perspective – not to mention its intimate undertones – the future seemed uncertain, but bright for Scott and Jean.
“They’re going to achieve extraordinary things together,” Xavier said distantly.
“I don’t doubt that for a second,” said Ororo.
“What do you think they end up doing?” asked Piotr.
“It’s difficult to say,” said the Professor. “Their encounter with the Phoenix Force changed so much. It could’ve gone very badly. They’ve admitted as such.”
“Looks to me it turned out fine and dandy,” said Sean with a shrug.
“Which gives me hope that they’ll make the most of the opportunity they have before them,” Xavier went on.
“I’m pullin’ for them too. Hell, I’m even pulling for Cyke,” said Logan. “Just be careful when you say everything panned out in the end.”
“Why do ye say that?” Sean asked.
“Because in my experience, there ain’t no such thing,” said the former living weapon. “Something big just happen with Scott and Jeannie. More times than most, big things tend to make for big problems. You don’t always see it at first, but over time you either find it or it finds you.”
New York City – Hellfire Club
Fate and power had a tenuous relationship, at best. Those with power controlled their fate. At times, however, fate dictated who wielded power. Few understood that better than those of the Inner Circle, a secretive organization based in the Hellfire Club. Its members, who had done much to guide the course of history, prided their ability to exercise power.
Then, an unexpected act of fate intervened and it hit Emma Frost the hardest.
“By order of the Black King, this emergency meeting of the Inner Circle is called to order,” said the authoritative voice of Sebastian Shaw. “By the traditions imparted from the Lord Imperial, we assemble today to assess a most serious transgression by one of our own…failure.”
“You’re making a mistake, Shaw. You know damn well that this has little to do with Hellfire tradition and everything to do with petty excuses,” spat Emma angrily at the man who called himself Black King.
“Silence! You will not speak to Hellfire brethren in such a manner,” said Selene, the Black Queen.
“Spoken like someone who hates not being the only queen,” said Emma.
“You would be wise to hold your tongue, Frost,” scolded Shaw. “You may be the White Queen, but you know better than most why we’re so unforgiving when it comes to failure. Need to remind you of how you exploited the ineptitude of others to achieve your status? Must I remind you of names like Edward Buckman, Steven Lang, or even Adrienne Frost?”
The White Queen scolded the Black King for saying those names with such crass. It gave the impression that she’d gained her title by luck rather than ruthless cunning. Nothing could’ve been further from the truth. How else could a woman from Boston whose family turned on her ascend to the rank of a queen?
She still resisted the urge to curse Shaw out. As deplorable a man he was, he embodied the Inner Circle’s critical tenants. Whether someone was a king, queen, knight, bishop, or rook, they were expected to uphold the Hellfire standard. They often framed their actions in the context of helping Hellfire burn brighter and stronger. To fail in those efforts was to taint the royal standards of the Inner Circle.
Emma never intended to fail. Sebastian Shaw, Donald Peirce, Selene Gallio, and Harry Leland – the Black King, the White Bishop, the Black Queen, and the Black Bishop, respectively – knew that as well as anyone who had ever stood in her way. However, she had overestimated her ability to act on an opportunity, for once. She made bold promises to the Inner Circle and failed to deliver. That, alone, was an egregious transgression.
It started with a psychic surge, one she’d sensed in the skies over the Jamaica Bay. She then claimed she sensed an immense power that was connected to the psychic plane. As the Inner Circle’s most powerful telepath, she believed she could tap it. She even hatched a plan that would’ve drawn it to the Inner Circle so that they could control it with help from Jason “Mastermind” Wynegarde, a man she’d enlisted after rescuing him from the Brotherhood of Mutants.
It should’ve worked. She utilized technology accessible only to the Hellfire Club and their immense wealth. Then, something happened…something she couldn’t explain, but couldn’t evade. It was as though fate, itself, turned against her. That left her with no excuses. Now, no longer in her throne, she stood before her Hellfire brethren like a common criminal.
“Before we make this too personal,” Harry Leland continued, “I’d like to point out that your little stooge, Jason Wyngarde, has already turned on you. He gave us a detailed statement on how you were going to pin your failures on him.”
“And you believed that senile old coot?” scoffed Emma.
“We believe he acted in accord with incentives,” said Donald Pierce. “We gave him a chance to leave, even if that meant risking the wrath of Magneto. He took it and provided us with an exceedingly detailed list of threats you’d made against him.”
“Threats, by the way, we managed to corroborate,” added Leland.
“All point to one inescapable conclusion,” said Selene, “you didn’t just fail in your efforts to tap this new power – this Phoenix Force, as you called it. You tried to escape responsibility and pin it on someone else.”
“Are you going to claim you’ve never done the same?” said Emma.
“At least we’re smart enough not to get caught,” said Shaw coyly, “and that’s just untenable. You’re usually so tactful, Emma. I would argue that your efforts to hide your failings is far worse than simple ineptitude.”
“And I would agree with that,” said Leland.
“As would I,” said Selene.
It wasn’t looking good. Emma continued to fume, clenching her fist and glaring angrily at the Inner Circle that she’d so dutifully served. They seemed to have forgotten that she was largely the reason why they’d achieved their current status. She played an integral role in taking down the Council of the Chosen, the original Inner Circle that had tried to wage war on mutants with Stephen Lang’s Sentinel program.
Then again, it might also be the case that they remembered those events perfectly. They just saw her as a threat, one who would turn on them the first chance she got. That wasn’t an unreasonable concern. Betrayal and subversion were a common tactic with the Inner Circle, but Emma’s ambitions had never been so crude.
She always carried herself as someone who favored a bolder vision to go along with great power. She thought the Inner Circle could help achieve that vision. She was starting to see how wrong she’d been.
“I’ve heard enough,” said Shaw. “The facts are clear. You requested that the Inner Circle grant you resources to secure the power of the Phoenix Force. We unanimously consented, going so far as to invest in a perfect duplicate of telepathic-enhancement technology.”
“Which was not cheap, mind you,” added Donald Pierce, who footed the bill for most of the Inner Circle’s technology.
“Beyond the sunk cost, you revealed yourself to be incapable of delivering on bold promises. I recall the skepticism we’d all expressed. You claimed you could deliver. You promised under the light of Hellfire’s embers that you would bring us a new power the likes of which would carry the Inner Circle to cosmic heights.”
“Those were you exact words,” Selene noted.
“Your failure to deliver on your promises, as well as your brazen attempt to cover up your failure, constitute treachery in the highest order,” said Shaw, his gaze narrowing on her. “Before the Inner Circle renders judgement, do you have anything to say on your behalf?”
Emma felt inclined to tear into that arrogant fraud of a man and rip out every bone in his body. She could already sense that they had made their decision. She didn’t need telepathy to surmise it – nor could she attempt to use it, due to the psychic dampeners in the throne room. They were going to cast her out or worse, just so they could have a new seat in the Inner Circle. One failure was all it took, but one failure was all they needed.
Emma Frost refused to let that be the end of her reign as the White Queen. She still had resources. She still had power. She was prepared to fight every one of them, if she had to. She opened her mouth to speak, ready to tear into them.
Then, the lights in the throne room began to flicker. At the same time, the air became cold and dank.
“What’s going on?” Shaw demanded. “Pierce, I thought your systems were the most robust in the world!”
“They are,” said Pierce as he and the rest of the Inner Circle looked around in confusion. “This is not me or my systems.”
“No, it isn’t,” said Selene with unusual dread in her voice. “This is something different…very different.”
“What do you mean?” asked Leland.
Before the Black Queen could answer, the entire room shook, as though it were the epicenter of an Earthquake. It was so severe that Shaw, Leland, Pierce, and Selene fell out of their thrones. Emma fell to the floor as well, already feeling the same dread.
The psychic dampeners quickly went offline. The lights went out completely, causing the emergency batteries to kick in. A strange gust swirled on the south end of the room. From it, a flash of purplish light erupted and portal-like opening formed. Nobody else in the Inner Circle seemed to know what was going on, but Selene certainly did.
“Oh dear,” she gasped. “That…is not good.”
“Friends of yours, Selene?” asked Pierce.
“No,” she said strongly, “something worse.”
That was never a good sign. Selene, like everyone else in the Inner Circle, had a long list of enemies. Anyone who make her anxious must have been a serious threat. Even Emma found herself concerned about what or who lurked behind that portal. Others, however, weren’t nearly as concerned.
“Whatever or whoever is behind this had better show themselves!” barked Shaw as he returned to his feet. “This is the Hellfire Club! We are the Inner Circle! We will…”
He froze before he could finish his threat, literally and figuratively. In a strange flash from within the portal, Shaw and the rest of the Inner Circle were struck by a strange greenish light that appeared over them. It was like being instantly frozen in ice, their bodies going completely rigid. The dread and confusion that members of the Inner Circle so rarely experienced was frozen on their faces.
For some reason, though, Emma was not paralyzed. She remained on the floor, gazing towards the portal. As the energy from it grew stronger, a female figure in a long black cloak emerged. Emma didn’t recognize her at first, but she had red hair, green eyes, and a presence that seemed strangely familiar. As she made her way into the Hellfire Club’s throne room, though, she sensed something in her…something dark, malicious, and downright demonic.
“The Inner Circle of the Hellfire Club…honestly, I was expecting more,” the woman said. “No matter. I’ll make it work.”
“You…who in the bloody hell do you think you are?” demanded Emma, rising up and taking a defensive poise.
The woman turned towards here, revealing her face and glare that could’ve frozen entire oceans. Emma had encountered plenty of devious men and women who had nothing but darkness in their souls. Everything they did was born of selfishness, spite, or greed. However, in that woman’s eyes, she saw no soul. In anything, she saw something far worse.
“Ah, I missed one,” the woman said, “so embarrassing. You’ll have to excuse me. I’m still adjusting. This whole concept of living is still new to me.”
“I can rectify that easily,” Emma threatened.
“For someone like you…someone who think she’s a queen, just because she subdued he right people…that’s just absurd.”
Emma didn’t wait for another explanation. With no psychic dampeners holding her back, she prepared to attack. Then, just as she prepared to attack the mind of the mysterious woman, a collection of terrifying screeches echoed from the portal. From it, more figures emerged.
However, they weren’t human. They were some kind of demonic creatures. They had gray skin, no hair, claw-like hands, and fanged teeth. Like hungry animals swarming around vulnerable prey, they poured into the throne room and surrounded Emma. Before she knew it, they grabbed and subdued her.
“Argh! Get off of me…you foul miscreants!” the White Queen spat.
“Save your breath,” the woman said, “or don’t. It doesn’t matter to me.”
“You have no idea…who you’re dealing with! I am Emma Frost! I am the White Queen! I will send you and your pets to the deepest pits of Hellfire!”
“Such angry passion to go along with such foolish words,” she said. “Just for that, I think I’ll keep you in one piece. After all, I’ll need associates to fulfill my purpose…passionate associates who dare to defy fate, just like I have.”
She spoke with a cold determination. She sounded so dark and deviously, even by the standards of the Hellfire Club. Emma Frost might have allied herself with unsavory individuals before, but even she knew there were certain people who no one should cross. As the woman in the cloak approached her, that penetrating gaze never once waning, Emma was certain she wanted no part in her plan.
She continued struggling against the creatures attacking her. It was no use. There were too many of them. They had no minds to attack. Before she knew it, she was pinned to the floor and the redheaded woman standing over her clutched her face and locked eyes with hers.
“Errr! Who…are…you?” barked Emma.
“That…is a difficult question to answer,” she said. “My name – and I say that word lightly – is Madelyn Pryor. You, however, can call me Goblin Queen. Who I am…what I do…why I do it…that’s an even harder question to answer. But you’ll know soon enough…you and so many others.”
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