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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance	By : marvelmaster616 Category: X-men Comics > General Views: 12113 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 2: Donors and Dealings
Streets of Madripoor
“Degenerate mongrel! Get out of here!” barked an angry old man in a thick, South Asian accent.
“Leave? So soon? I thought we were getting along,” said an oddly unique figure in a distinctly snide tone.
“You stole my finest sake! Then you hit on my granddaughter and my grandson!”
“Too be fair, I was going to pay for the sake.”
“Take the damn bottle, for all I care! You’re a deviant, Daken! There’s no place for you in this land!”
“Tell me something I don’t know.”
With a snide grin, the young man gave the old bartender the finger before chugging rest of the overpriced bottle of sake. Another string of profane insults followed, but they were a mix of poor English and Vietnamese. He’d heard far worse in plenty of languages.
For Akihiro – or Daken, as most others knew him – such frothing hatred came with the territory. It wasn’t just that his presence was so distinct, bearing tattoos on his upper body and a unique haircut that most described as a bad mohawk. It wasn’t his mixed-race heritage, having been the byproduct of a Japanese woman and a western man. Even his tendency to seek intimate company from men, women, and everything in between only infuriated others to a limited extent.
In every insult and every scorn, from both those he knew and total strangers, he sensed the true source of their animosity. They never said it out loud. They didn’t have to. He knew why his presence disgusted them. It was etched in every fiber of his being…literally, to some extent.
‘I have his stench. I have his claws. I have his legacy. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t choose it. Yet I’m defined by it. It’s not fair!’
In a fit of drunken hatred, Daken threw the expensive bottle at a nearby brick wall. It shattered instantly, briefly echoing over the various noises of Madripoor’s vibrant night life. Looking around, Daken tried to remember how he ended up in a dirty alley that reeked of expired sushi and rotting vegetables. He didn’t bother trying very hard, opting instead to lean against a nearby dumpster to collect his thoughts.
It was past midnight. He recalled the sun still being up when he snuck away from his training at his master’s dojo to drown his frustrations in one of Madripoor’s dens of vice. Being a lawless haven for pirates and criminals, there was no shortage of decadent distractions. While Daken hated his heritage, it often came in useful when he needed to indulge.
He started at a karaoke bar where he seduced one of the male waiters, which resulted in some very rough sex in a dirty bathroom stall. He also spent a good deal of time at a shady gambling den where he got into several fights, bloodying a well-known Hand enforcer in the process. He must have been extra thorough because he remembered stealing his car and receiving oral sex from his mistress.
Everything after that became a blur. Getting thrown out of a bar in the uglier parts of Lowtown was hardly the highlight. Daken had endured harder nights and worse insults. He had no intention of passing out in an alley surrounded in trash bags, especially as rain began to fall over the city.
At the end of the alley, he could see the bright lights and crowded streets of the vibrant city. It was still hours before sunrise. There had to be at least one bar he hadn’t been banned from in Lowtown. However, even his physical capacity for reckless indulgence didn’t always line up with his will to pursue it.
“Damn healing factor,” Daken muttered as the rain poured harder. “I love that it helps me fuck for hours, but I hate how it makes getting drunk so tedious.”
Already feeling sobriety catching up to him, he angrily pounded his fist against the nearby dumpster. In the process, a distinct “snikt” echoed over Madripoor’s decadent ambience. From his wrist and knuckles, a set of claws popped out.
Earlier that night, they’d been stained with the blood of at least one Hand enforcer. Those same claws had been soaked with the blood of many over the years, but that wasn’t what concerned him. His claws, as useful as they were, only belabored what had been written in his heritage.
‘Weapon X…Wolverine…Patch…Logan…James Howlett. Which is it these days? At this point, you’re more a concept than a man…one you passed onto me. Blood makes me your son, but it also makes you my greatest rival. Do you know or care? My master says destiny demands that we do battle, but even with all my training, I question the stakes of that battle.’
Those were dangerous thoughts for Daken, even in his drunken state. They were thoughts he once never dared contemplate. Ever since his master, Romulus, took him in after the death of his adopted parents, he’d worked tirelessly to prepare him.
For years, he trained in every form of combat, learning to master his senses, his skills, and his will. Romulus convinced him that he was destined to kill Wolverine and seize control of his legacy. He’d nurtured and channeled that burning hatred he had for his father, using it to make him stronger. In time, he came to believe that his sole purpose was to usurp the legacy of Wolverine and Weapon X.
Then, very recently, everything changed.
“Where are you, Master? What happened to you?” Daken wondered out loud.
Once again, he got no response. Daken heard only thunder from the stormy skies above and more commotion from the busy streets of Madripoor. Not long ago, Romulus was always in the shadows, guiding him towards his destiny and helping him grow stronger every step of the way. His absence was both curious and infuriating.
He’d left the dojo in such a hurry. Daken vividly remembered the strange look in his master’s face. He claimed something had come up with a man named Nathanial Essex, who he’d heard of before, but knew little about. Romulus left, claiming he’d return in three days. That was two weeks ago.
‘Did you abandon me too, Master? Did I really disappoint you that much? You made me promise to stay in Madripoor, no matter what. You’ve taught me the immense value in keeping my promises…unlike others. If this is a test to make me break that promise, then it’s getting excessive. I don’t know how much longer I can stay hidden…avoiding the battle I’ve been training for all these years.’
Daken lingered near the dumpster a few moments longer. By then, the effects of the alcohol wore off completely. He was as sober as he was that morning, much to his dismay.
Having heard nothing from his master, his only choice was to continue training for a battle that might never come while filling the void with Madripoor’s endless supply of vice. As fond as he was of vice and violence, the prospect of an unending wait didn’t appeal to him in the slightest. For now, the best he could do was distract himself
“The night is young…and I stopped aging decades ago,” said Daken with renewed energy. “Surely, there’s something in this decadent city I can taste, fuck, or stab…preferably in that order.”
“Spoken like a true deviant,” said an unexpected female voice, “and in a place like Madripoor, that’s saying something.”
On instinct, Daken turned around and took a defensive stance. His claws still drawn, he stood poised to tear into anyone who dared sneak up on him. One of his master’s first lessons involved never letting his guard down. Given his training and senses, it shouldn’t have been possible.
“Who’s there?” Daken demanded. “Be warned, I’m willing to reverse that order!”
“Is that a boast or a promise? Because I see great appeal in both!”
The female voice seemed closer. The rain around him fell harder and a strange purplish appeared out of nowhere, covering the alley and obscuring his surroundings. He could still hear the noises of the people and cars nearby, but everything else became obscure.
Within that fog, a feminine figure emerged. It was difficult to pick up her scent through the rain and the smell of fresh garbage, but the presence soon became more distinct. Daken quickly surmised that the woman was no street prostitute or vendor. She wore what appeared to be an expensive overcoat, thigh-high stiletto boots, and matching gloves that gave the appearance of a domineering woman.
Having seen his share of gaudy female attire in Madripoor, Daken wasn’t impressed. However, he sensed that there was more to her than what she wore.
“You’re a difficult man to find, Akihiro…or Daken, as you seem to prefer,” the woman said.
“The fact that you know my name means you have less than three minutes to explain yourself,” Daken said, pointing his claws at her. “Otherwise, you can forget whatever fun I might include in eviscerating you.”
“Defensive, untrusting, and kinky,” she said with a wide grin, “I think we’re going to get along just fine.”
“You now have one minute,” Daken warned, already preparing to attack.
“Please…there’s no need for more foreplay. I’m already convinced,” she said. “My name is Madelyne Pryor. I’m the new queen of the Hellfire Club. I’ve a mission and a purpose that I seek to pursue. And I require special assistance…a kind you’re in a unique position to provide.”
Daken cast the woman claiming to be affiliated with the Hellfire Club a skeptical glance. He’d heard of that organization before. It had a sordid history, so say the least. They did business with many nefarious organizations, both in Madripoor and abroad. Romulus once told him they were skilled at devious dealings, but it was best to avoid them whenever possible. Things often got messy.
He’d never heard of Madelyne Pryor, though. Beyond being a ravaging redhead with a taste for kinky attire, something about her seemed very off. Daken, while not as inclined to attack, kept his claws drawn. His every instinct told him that the woman before him was not to be trusted.
“I am not interested,” Daken said strongly, “and for the record…your amateur use of the mystic arts is hardly impressive.”
“Perhaps you misunderstood me, Daken-san,” said Madelyne with a deviant grin. “What I offered was not a request. And as for my ability to wield dark magic…well, I think you’ll be quite impressed when I’m through with you.”
New York City – Stark Towner Rooftop Garden
Not too long ago, Jean Grey’s had been habitually unsure of herself. She could walk into a situation, connect with people easily, and show genuine empathy and compassion. When it came to pushing herself, though, she always held back.
Whether it was her mutant powers or her innermost passions, she never dared to be bold. It was part of what kept her from admitting her love for Scott Summers. It was also a major reason why their relationship endured so many upheavals. In the long run, it would’ve destroyed her. The Phoenix Force revealed as such.
Now, things were different. Jean Grey-Summers had shed those invisible shackles that kept her from realizing her full potential. It helped her to embrace a new perspective, thanks largely to her and Scott’s encounter with the Phoenix. It allowed her channel the passions that she once restrained. It also gave her the confidence she needed to pursue X-Corp’s vision.
That pursuit had led her to the opulent rooftop garden of Stark Tower in downtown Manhattan. It was here where Jean hoped to secure X-Corp’s next major benefactor.
“I gotta say, Mrs. Grey-Summers, you’re an impressive woman with an impressive vision,” said the always-charismatic Tony Stark as they finished their gourmet evening dinner.
“Thank you, Mr. Stark,” said Jean with a courtesy smile.
“I should also note that I work with SHIELD and the Avengers. I fought with a Frost Giant and a demigod with daddy issues last week. It takes a lot to impress me,” he added. “Even being a beautiful woman in a tight, low-cut dress only goes so far.”
“I want to say I’m just trying to hold your valuable attention, but that would only be half-true,” said Jean coyly.
She dared to be flirtatious with her tone. The wealthy billionaire responded favorably, flashing that charismatic grin that often graced the cover of business magazines and tabloids. Like the rest of the world, Jean knew of his womanizing ways. That also meant she didn’t need telepathy to hold his attention.
She probably didn’t need to buy the tight-fitting red dress that Ororo helped her pick out. She still chose to wear it, but for more personal reasons. It still had the desired effect. It promised to make her plans for the night much easier.
“Believe me, you’ve got more than my attention,” Tony said to her. “Believe me again when I say your personality does not match your file.”
“Since when do you keep files on me? Are those rumors about you having a database of all the women you find attractive true?”
“I could say what my lawyers tell me to and categorically deny that, but that would also be half-true,” he quipped, mirroring her choice of words. “But when it comes to beautiful redheads and former members of the X-Men, I prefer to keep my records organized. That said, I admit I don’t have much you.”
“To be fair, I was somewhat shy during my time with the X-men,” Jean noted.
“You were on the same team that stopped Magneto from launching a barrage of nuclear missiles. You helped pilot a crippled shuttle into Jamaica Bay. You couldn’t have been that shy.”
“I like to think I’ve grown,” she said, taking a sip of her wine to help reinforce her point. “How else could I have gotten a private dinner with the famous Tony Stark?”
“Some of that is you looking damn good in that dress,” he joked, “but more of it has to do with this vision you have for X-Corp. Speaking as someone who had to completely change his vision for Stark Industries, I can appreciate what you’re trying to do…more so than most genius, billionaire philanthropists.”
That charm of his was on full display. Jean, her half-empty wine glass in hand and an empty plate in front of her, could easily see why many were captivated by Tony Stark’s charisma. She could also understand how he’d seduced so many women. That rumor of him sleeping with every Maxim cover girl model in a year didn’t seem so far-fetched.
However, Jean wasn’t interested in Tony’s womanizing skills…at least for the moment. She’d arrived in Manhattan earlier that day, having spent a week working her way through Stark Industry’s many layers of bureaucracy. Even the connections Warren provided through Worthington Industries only went so far. However, Jean remained persistent. After providing materials detailing X-Corp’s vision to Pepper Potts, Tony finally took notice. He’d been so impressed that he set up an evening dinner.
According to Pepper, Tony reserved that treatment for a select few. Jean could see why. The roof of Stark Tower had better décor than most four-star hotels. The dining area itself was enclosed in a glass atrium that offered a perfect view of the night sky over the city. It also had a private elevator, a sizable garden that enclosed the dining area in exotic plants, a large fountain that must have cost a small fortune, and even a sound system that played relaxing music.
Such opulent amenities made the food and wine taste that much better. Tony claimed to have New York’s best chefs on speed dial and she believed him. She also believed he had more information on her than he’d implied because he knew how much she loved clams with linguine. There was no telling how far his knowledge went.
It must have been enough because he’d cleared his schedule for that night. He’d even paid for a limousine to take her up to the roof. Early on, he treated it more like a business meeting than an elaborate effort to impress a beautiful woman. Then, as they enjoyed their meal and discussed X-Corp’s vision, Jean sensed a growing interest in matters beyond business.
“So long as we’re appreciating each other’s growth, I want you to know that I admire what you’ve done with your company,” said Jean, adopting a more serious demeanor as she set her wine glass aside. “I read about what happened to you in Afghanistan. Being held captive…having to build weapons for terrorists…fighting your way out…it’s a struggle right out of a movie.”
“More like a franchise with several crossovers and tie-ins, but I don’t make light of it. I still carry the scars from that experience…some more visible than others,” he said, knocking on the glowing arc reactor in his chest to make his point.
“Most people are rightly impressed by that story,” Jean went on. “However, what I found more impressive was how that experience inspired you to completely change the direction of Stark Industries.”
“Really? That impressed you more than the clunky mechanized suit with flamethrowers?” he said jokingly.
“I’m serious. You didn’t have to take Stark Industries out of the weapons business. In fact, it would’ve been easier if you didn’t. You could’ve made any number of excuses, but you chose to do the right thing and shoulder the cost.”
“Which wasn’t easy, mind you,” he said in a more serious tone. “I’m still a billionaire, but let’s just say I’m more hesitant to buy a fleet of private yachts on a whim.”
“You claimed the experience opened your eyes. I believe that. I also think it changed your perspective. You saw the world in a new way…one that exposed every flaw, mistake, and misguided feeling. More importantly…you saw you were capable of something far greater.”
“I know you’re a teleapth, Ms. Grey-Summers, but I don’t get the sense you’re reading my mind.”
“I don’t have to. I wouldn’t have gone to all this effort if I didn’t believe your vision for Stark Industries didn’t perfectly align with our goals at X-Corp.”
Jean, in a demonstration that she hoped was as impressive as her dress, used her telekinesis to levitate the thick folder that X-Corp had sent him ahead of time. Tony barely glanced at it over the course of their meal. She didn’t assume he’d brought it for no reason. She also didn’t assume he’d memorized all its contents.
Having helped organized those contents, Jean put on a show, shuffling the papers in mid-air and singling out a few documents. Then, employing her telekinesis with the utmost care, she directed those documents to hover over the center of the table. It was hardly the most impressive feat of psychic powers, but it helped get her point across.
“You know, there are easier ways to present your company’s goals,” said Tony. “Ever hear of PowerPoint?”
“I’ll leave the colorful charts and graphs to traditional businesspeople,” said Jean. “What we envision for X-Corp is anything but traditional. For me – a woman who was a mutant before she was on a team of costumed heroes – it’s personal.”
Using her telekinesis, she moved the documents closer to Tony so that he could see the pictures they included. For once, they were blueprints or data. They were real people with goals of their own.
“We’ve discussed X-Corp’s operations. We’ve gone over our plans for the near and distant future.” Jean said. “For once, it’s not too technical. X-Corp finds mutants in need of education, direction, and job opportunities. We use our resources to help them fill those needs.”
“So simple, even my overpaid lawyers can understand,” Tony said.
“We see ourselves as a mechanism for Charles Xavier’s dream. My husband and I took what we learned from him and created an organization that turns idealized dreams into a functional reality. Not every mutant has the ability or desire to become a costumed superhero. Some just want a good job that maximizes their skills while paying them generously. For instance, this young mutant from Georgia can secrete adhesives from his hands. It may not seem like much, but it could be useful for construction and maintenance operations.”
“I can see how that would be handy…in some situations,” said Tony, looking only mildly impressed.
“There’s also this young man from the Midwest,” Jean went on, singling out a mutant who had an inhuman appearance. “He calls himself Shatter. His body is composed of a crystalline material that is not only very robust, but he can turn liquids into crystals. He can work in dangerous environments, plug up damaged levies, and stop leaks from hazardous waste with ease.”
“That seems a bit more useful, especially for our chemical engineers,” said the famous billionaire, still not showing much excitement.
“There’s also this promising young girl from Japan,” she said, putting a special emphasis on her. “Her friends call her Armor. She can create large constructs of psionic energy around her body and shape them as she pleases. With it, she gains immense strength, stamina, and durability. That makes her useful in jobs that require demolition, heavy lifting, surviving harsh conditions, or even something as simple as…”
Tony finally put his hands up to stop her. At that point, she didn’t need to reinforce her point. Even someone with Tony Stark’s arrogance could appreciate the ramifications.
“Okay, I get it. Mutants have amazing skills and some might be pretty damn lucrative,” he said.
“Which benefits both them and the organizations they work for,” Jean said, using her telekinesis to set aside the files. “By working with X-Corp, both as a partner and a donor, we can connect Stark Industries with these extraordinary individuals. They’ll get good, meaningful work that helps them appreciate their powers. Stark Industries gets skilled, productive workers.”
“And X-Corp gets what? Recognition, influence, and donations?” said Tony.
“Among many other things,” Jean conceded, “but keep in mind, we’re a non-profit organization.”
“Whoa there! Careful with that language,” Tony said jokingly. “If anyone on my Board of Directors heard that, they might have a stroke.”
“They don’t need to know X-Corp’s business plan. They just need to know it’s a source of unique talent that can only help a company’s bottom line. I know as well as anyone in this town that profits are a huge concern for Stark Industries. Now that they’re out of the weapons game, they need to grow in new directions and employing skilled mutants can definitely help…especially if some of those profits help aid the company’s unofficial mascot.”
Now, it was Jean’s turn to be coy. She gave Tony a minute to decipher the subtext. She even used it as an opportunity to finish her wine and set aside her plate. Being a genius, it didn’t take long. She didn’t even need telepathy to pick up on her intent.
It was a poorly kept secret that Tony Stark was Iron Man. His harrowing escape from captivity, followed by the arrival of an armored figure teaming up with the Avengers, gave most people enough dots to connect. Officially, the two weren’t the same person, but anyone who’d crossed paths with Iron Man, which included the X-Men, could easily surmise the truth.
Jean chose not to say it out loud, demonstrating that X-Corp could be tactful in their dealings with Stark Industries. Given Tony’s various extracurriculars, it might have been the most valuable asset she could’ve offered.
“I guess I’ll have to throw away my entire file on you, Mrs. Grey-Summers. You’ve clearly rendered it obsolete,” said Tony, finally looking impressed.
“Like I said before…I’ve grown,” she said with a proud grin, “and you can call me Jean. If Stark Industries is going to be among X-Corp’s first donors, then we should be on a first-name basis.”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You’ve brought a ton of new variables into the mix here. In general, I can crunch the numbers in my head. I don’t even have to be sober.”
“So I’ve heard,” Jean said, not forgetting Tony Stark’s well-documented history with alcoholism.
“With this – mutants, X-Corp, and a way of working them into the system – it’s a real gamechanger. Maybe not quite on the level of an arc reactor, but close!”
“You sound intrigued, but uncertain.”
“Oh I’m certain…as certain as I can be for a company whose name is on the building,” Tony said, his gaze narrowing on her. “While I can’t speak for my investors or my armored associate, I can safely say that this isn’t just an opportunity. What you and X-Corp are doing is big…potentially bigger than I can put into any binding agreement.”
“We can work on the specifics if you’d like, Mr. Stark,” Jean offered.
“There’s only so much I care to get in writing. If Stark Industries and X-Corp are to have an arrangement, then I want it to be at the forefront when that potential becomes real,” he said strongly. “Also, call me Tony.”
Jean smiled at his tone, sensing an energy in the colorful billionaire that few had seen in news clips or tabloids. She sensed that she wasn’t just talking to Tony Stark anymore. She was definitely sitting across from Iron Man, a founding member of the Avengers who wasn’t afraid to use new tools to overcome big challenges.
It revealed the immense difference between the Tony Stark he was before his experience in Afghanistan and the Tony Stark he was now. Jean doubted that the man he used to be would’ve seen that same potential. He would’ve only seen how X-Corp could placate his investors. It used to be the only goal that mattered because it was the only one that allowed him to keep being the reckless tech billionaire he’d always been. His goals had since become more ambitious. She could see it in his eyes.
“Very well, Tony. I think we can make such an arrangement,” Jean said, leaning forward on the table. “Between your support and the partnership we just struck with Worthington Industries, X-Corp has everything it needs to grow.”
“I can have my lawyers draw up the necessary framework,” said Tony confidently. “I’m sure yours already have a lengthy wish-list on their end…one I’m sure will grow once they see what the all-new, all-different Stark Industries has planned.”
“I don’t need to be psychic to know the extent of those plans. You want Stark Industries to be more than just a former weapons company.”
“And you want X-Corp to be more than just a subsidiary of Charles Xavier’s dream,” added Tony. “In that sense, we’re both branching out…trying to forge our own path.”
“I don’t deny the similarities. That’s why I think we’ll work well together,” said Jean.
“As what? Partners? Associates? Mutant job counselors?”
“I’d rather not put a label on it just yet,” said Jean. “There are still some aspects of this arrangement that are up in the air.”
The mood between them quickly changed. Suddenly, it was no longer just a private dinner between representatives of X-Corp and Stark Industries. Between the ambience of the secluded rooftop dining area and Tony’s undeniable charm around beautiful women, the focus shifted from business interests to something more intimate.
Jean leaned forward on the table, exposing more of her cleavage in the process. That caught Tony’s attention. For much of the dinner, he’d been so casual sitting across from her. Wearing only that dark T-shirt and black slacks, he hadn’t treated it like a business meeting. If he had really kept tabs on her and the rest of the X-Men, then he had to have known about some of the recent upheavals in the team, including those involving the Phoenix Force.
“I think we’ve addressed all the major issues. X-Corp and Stark Industries are poised to have a very intimate relationship moving forward,” said Jean, her voice becoming more seductive with every word.
“I’m inclined to agree, but I get the sense there’s some fine print,” said Tony, not hiding his admiration of her cleavage, “albeit the less boring kind.”
“There’s always fine print, but you needn’t worry about that,” Jean said. “X-Corp has lawyers too and they’ve agreed to work overtime on the specifics. I’ve also promised a generous bonus for their contributions. It’s how we have to do things in the world of non-profits. We don’t have dividends to pay, so we need to utilize other incentives.”
“As a for-profit entity, I can’t fully relate,” he replied, “although I definitely appreciate incentives.”
“Then, I think you’ll appreciate how I go about providing them…especially to X-Corp’s most valued partners.”
There was nothing coy about her tone anymore. Every word dripped with raw, focused sexuality. Jean didn’t doubt that plenty of beautiful women had employed that tactic to get and hold Tony Stark’s attention. To set herself apart, she had to be bolder.
Still leaning forward, Tony’s gaze locked on her half-exposed cleavage, Jean stealthily slipped her hand under the table and grasped his arm. She then guided his hand onto her thighs, encouraging him to feel his way up her smooth skin. Even when he reached the lower hem of her dress, she pushed him forward, directing his fingers between her inner thighs. In doing so, she revealed the extent of her incentive.
“Um…Mrs. Grey Summers?” said Tony, sounding surprised for the first time that night.
“I thought I told you to call me Jean,” she replied playfully, still holding onto his wrist.
“Sorry, but things tend to slip my mind in these situations.”
“What kind of situations do you mean?”
“The kind where I find out the beautiful woman sitting across from me isn’t wearing any panties.”
Jean chuckled lightly, but didn’t bother denying it. She just kept shooting him her most seductive grin while guiding his hand onto her uncovered pussy. Before she’d left for New York, she’d shared her plans with Scott. He called it an unusual, but solid negotiating tactic. She saw it as more than that.
As Tony’s hand grazed over her folds, she let out soft purrs of approval, inviting the famous billionaire to embrace her unique approach to incentives. As he felt around her inner thighs, she used her telekinesis to skillfully loosen his pants. She assumed that more than one woman had dared to seduce him on the roof his iconic building, but she doubted they did so with psychic powers.
“That’s…a new situation,” said Tony, shifting in his seat.
“Is it too much? Too little?” Jean teased.
“That depends,” he said, still maintaining his demeanor. “Is your husband familiar with your tactics?”
Jean replied by stepping up her efforts, fully removing Tony’s belt with her mind while guiding his hands more directly, pushing his fingers right into her vagina. It finally shook his usually unflappable demeanor. Hopefully, it convinced him that she was not like the other married women he’d seduced in the past.
“Tony, if you really do have a file on me and Scott, then you know we have a certain perspective on sex, love, and marriage,” Jean told him.
“Is that what you call it?” he said with a raised eyebrow.
“We don’t call it anything. Swinging…polyamory…having an open relationships…none of it captures what we’ve uncovered as our love has blossomed. We just know that it works for us. It feels right. The fact that it allows us to form intimate connections with prospective business partners…well, that’s just a nice bonus!”
As it to allay any further concerns, Jean made another bold move that she doubted Tony would get in a typical negotiation. Still locked on him with her seductive gaze, she removed his hand from her inner thighs and stood up from her seat. Then, she employed her telekinesis again, using it to levitate the entire table, dishes and all, and move it aside. Tony, still sitting comfortably in his chair with a noticeable bulge in his pants, looked surprised and intrigued.
After setting the table down, not even knocking over the wine glasses in the process, Jean took a step closer to the colorful billionaire. Along the way, she sensually lifted the hem of her dress, revealing her bare pussy to him. Tony’s intrigue quickly turned to desire. She was a beautiful woman presenting herself to him like a desert wrapped in an opportunity. For once, the Tony Stark of old could complement newer, more heroic Tony Stark.
“That…is a beautiful bonus,” said Tony with lecherous charm.
“I thought you’d like it,” said Jean with a curt grin, “but for an important ally to X-Corp, I think it makes sense to go a little further.”
“Oh? And what does that entail?” asked Tony intently.
“Rather than put in writing for your lawyers scrutinize, why don’t I show you?”
Having navigated the official parts of securing a partnership between X-Corp and Stark Industries, Jean was prepared to enjoy the unofficial details. As far as she and Tony were concerned, the business side of things were done. Now, they could have a little fun.
Jean led the way, taking a step closer, leaning in, and drawing the wealthy man into a sensual kiss. In doing so, Tony felt up her feminine curves once, tracing a path that allowed him to firmly grasp her ass and feel between her inner thighs again. She’d only gotten wetter since he first touched her. It sent a clear and unambiguous message that they didn’t need to get in writing.
He was going to get a taste of her newfound perspective.
More importantly, she was going to make it feel great.
‘Open your mind, Tony,’ she said to him telepathically while they kissed. ‘Allow me to make this situation even more unique.’
‘Okay, but I have to warn you. My thoughts are probably dirtier than most,’ Tony replied upon opening a mental channel.
‘I’ve worked with Wolverine. Trust me, I can handle dirty thoughts. In fact, they turn me on!’
Jean fully channeled the energy, passion, and sexuality that she’d so eagerly embraced recently. Through her kiss, she further affirmed that she was not the reserved and restrained Jean Grey that his files on her described. However, she still sought to affirm it in other ways.
After their lips parted, the channel into their minds staying open, Jean made the next move. She dropped to her knees, her dress still scrunched up around her waist so that she could finish removing Tony’s pants. Before long, they were at his ankles along with his underwear, allowing his growing member to harden without restraint.
“And they say you overcompensate,” Jean said playfully.
“And I never get tired of women finding out how wrong they are,” said Tony.
Jean snickered as she licked her lips in anticipation, grasped the base of his shaft gently, and shot him a seductive look before enveloping his cock in her oral warmth. The charismatic man reacting strongly, letting out a deep grunt as he grasped the side of her head, running his fingers through her silky red hair. Sensing his favorable reaction, Jean began giving him the kind of blowjob that even a billionaire could appreciate.
“Ooh yeah!” he said. “This…is my kind of overcompensation!”
‘It’s not overcompensation,’ Jean told him, via telepathy. ‘It’s why I asked you to open your mind to me. This way, I can sense what you like, how much you like it, and how to make it feel even better.’
‘And to think, I used to be suspicious of all things psychic.’
Tony definitely had a new appreciation for psychic abilities and beautiful women who knew how to use them. Jean just kept adding to it, stepping up her oral sex efforts while using her telepathy to share in the experience.
She stroked, sucked, and fondled his cock in all the ways he loved. Tony liked his blowjobs with more intensity than most, meaning Jean had to suck harder and faster than she often did with Scott. He also enjoyed extra tongue, especially when she used it to tease the tip. For him, it was less about a woman having a good gag reflex and more about stimulating just the right areas. Thanks to the wonders of telepathy, she knew where those areas were.
“Damn, that feels good!” said Tony. “More…read my mind more, Jean!”
It would’ve been funny if he didn’t mean it. Jean, still treating her efforts as part of their new partnership, sucked and licked his dick even harder. He didn’t seem to mind when she slobbered over it at times. If anything, he liked that too.
Jean, not to be left out of the fun, used her free hand to reach between her thighs and finger her pussy, adding to her own arousal while Tony enjoyed his blowjob. She was already wet. She craved a more intimate conclusion to her and Tony’s negotiations. In the interest of laying a solid foundation between Stark Industries and X-Corp, she intended to maximize the exchange.
‘I’m still reading your mind, Tony,’ Jean told him while still fervently sucking him off. ‘You love how my tongue feels on your dick, but think my pussy will feel even better.’
‘Am I wrong in my thinking?’ he replied.
‘Only one way to find out!’
She looked up at him with a seductive gaze before concluding her oral sex. Sensing the growing extent of his lust, she rose back up, her dress still elevated to show off her exposed womanhood. Still standing over him, she pulled down the top part of her dress to free her breasts. Her reason for doing so became wonderfully obvious as she sat down on his lap, straddled his waist, and shoved her breasts in his face.
“You…are an amazing negotiator, Jean Grey-Summers,” said Tony as he buried his face in her cleavage.
“It’s easy when you have so much to offer,” she quipped.
She laughed and purred softly as Tony enjoyed her breasts. At the same time, she rubbed her pelvis up against his erect cock, the folds of her pussy teasing him with every movement. She sensed he loved that kind of teasing, building towards a big moment before really going at it. That approach perfectly matched his personality, which had been built around spectacle and showmanship.
Jean followed that spectacle closely, using her telepathy to make sure the moment of their sex was perfect. Finally, just before the teasing became too much, she elevated her hips, aligned the tip of his dick with her wet entrance, and lowered herself onto him, allowing their flesh to unit in a sensual union.
“Oohhh yeah!” Tony moaned out. “I was right again! It does feel better!”
“Mmm…being right turns you on too, doesn’t it?” Jean said in a sensual tone.
“I’m Tony Stark. Of course it does!”
It was so obvious, his ego playing a part in his sexual preferences, but Jean didn’t have time to scrutinize it. She was done navigating his thoughts for keys to his proclivities. Now, she just wanted to enjoy some hot sex on a billionaire’s dime.
As with oral sex, Tony liked a harder, faster kind of sex. Once again, Jean gladly accommodated him. She rode his cock with fervent intensity, rocking her hips and working her folds along his rigid length. The sound of their naked flesh rhythmically clashing filled the rooftop with sensual noises to go along with their many grunts and gasps.
As she rode him, Tony reached around and grasped her butt, supplementing her gyrating hips with some strength of his own. He remained most focused on her breasts, rubbing his face between her cleavage and kissing up her neck. Despite his reputation as a reckless womanizing playboy, the man knew how to make a woman feel desired. For a telepath, that was especially powerful.
‘You were a selfish, reckless man before, Tony. You’ve become something so more. I can sense it now. I can even feel it in our sex. Please…feel it with me.’
Such intimate thoughts encouraged Tony to step up his efforts, as well. He tightened his grip on her butt, stepped up the pace of their movements even more, and rested his forehead against hers so that she could see into his eyes.
It was as though he dared her to see a different Tony Stark than the one the world knew. She also sensed that he wanted to see that man too in her eyes, as though he wasn’t entirely sure he existed. Jean assured him he was very real, caressing the side of his face and letting the escalating pleasure affect her expression.
“I’m close, Tony!” she told him. “You’re going to do it. You’re going…to make me…come!”
Never one to shy away from approaching triumph, Tony didn’t say a word and maintained his efforts. He kept one hand on her butt and shifted the other to her bouncing breasts, giving it just the right squeeze to help guide her to the brink and beyond. When Jean crossed that threshold into a world of orgasmic delight, she threw her head back and let out a cry into the Manhattan skyline.
“Oohhh Tony!” she exclaimed.
“I never get tired of that,” he said.
Jean barely heard that predictable boast. She was too busy enjoying her release, grasping his wrinkled shirt with both hands as her inner muscles contracted around his cock. Sweet, pleasurable sensations rippled through her body, a tangible manifestation of Tony Stark’s latest triumph. Unlike the man he used to be, he was eager to share in the exhilaration.
Their sexual rhythm slowed while she enjoyed that feeling. She sensed Tony enjoyed the show, watching her writhe in pleasure under his grasp. She also had every intention of letting him join in. For that reason, she didn’t linger in the afterglow for too long. Now convinced of Tony’s dedication, she gleaned a little something else from his dirty thoughts.
“Mmm…bet you don’t get tired of this, either,” she said seductively.
Before he could inquire for details, Jean shifted their position in accord with the insights gleaned from his mind. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she rose up off his cock and turned around so that she was facing away, giving him a nice view of her heart-shaped butt in the process. Tony, once again enamored by such a sight, eagerly grasped it with both hands. From there, he guided her back down onto his cock.
Through shared coordination, his now-dripping cock entered her throbbing folds, filling her depths once more. Tony let out another deep grunt as her warm pussy surrounded his length. He then used his arms to start bouncing her butt up and down, working her folds along his rigid manhood. Jean shared in the effort, riding him reverse cowgirl style and letting Tony set the tone.
“Ohhh yeah! Work that ass, Jean! Work it hard…just like that!” he said, gripping her butt every step of the way.
“Mmm…you like it, don’t you?” Jean purred. “You love a woman who works her assets!”
“God, yes! I fucking love it!”
Tony gave her ass a light swat, which helped belabor her point. Being a billionaire playboy, he’d definitely developed some unique tastes in women. He had just as many tastes in sex. It wasn’t enough for a woman to just have big breasts and a nice ass. She had to be active in their intimate activities.
Jean found it surprisingly respectable, a billionaire who wanted more than just a fuck toy. It told her that there had been a better man in Tony Stark all along. His experience in Afghanistan only brought him out. That made the idea of having him an ally even more intriguing. She also had a feeling that he would value their partnership more than most.
For now, Jean valued having great sex with a man who clearly knew what he liked. She embraced his personal kinks, working her butt and letting Tony admire it. She shared in the feeling, squeezing her bouncing breasts in the process. At one point, she leaned back a bit so that he could reach around and fondle her breasts as well. It further added to the feeling, drawing him closer to his peak.
She sensed it approaching quickly. Tony had more stamina than most, which was to be expected of such a well-known playboy. Those stories of him having his way with twin Maxim models seemed more believable. However, before he got his peak, Jean made one last effort to help cement their deal.
‘I sense you’re close, Tony,’ she told him telepathically. ‘I also sense you want to shoot your load on my face. You want to see your cum dripping down the face of your new partner.’
‘I love how I don’t have to spell anything out for you, Jean.’
‘It’s just one of the many benefits you can expect from your new partnership with X-Corp!’
Without saying a word, Jean worked her hips a few more times to get Tony to the brink. Then, just as he was about to climax, she rose up off him, turned around, and dropped to her knees in anticipation.
Tony took it from there. He shot up from his seat, grasped the side of her head with one hand and his throbbing cock with the other. Jean, gazing up at him with anticipation, opened her mouth and let the desire for ecstasy do the rest.
“Ohhh Jean!” he cried out as he finally came.
It was a culmination of their intimate dealings, him achieving his full release. He shuddered as he came hard, spraying a thick stream of his manly fluid onto her face, chin, and cleavage. The sheer volume surprised Jean somewhat, but she still made sure to get every drop on her. Tony wanted to see her covered in his juices. In the spirit of celebrating their new partnership, she gave him just that.
“Mmm…you know what you like, Tony,” Jean said as she looked up at him with her cum-covered face. “As someone still learning and embracing her sexy side, I can appreciate that.”
“That’s…reassuring,” said a breathless Tony, still panting heavily as he soaked in his release.
“I’m a more passionate woman than I thought,” she went on, “just as you’re a better man than you think. Around me, you don’t have to agonize over so many variables. I can see the bigger picture. I can sense the larger truth. That’s how I know we can help each other in all the right ways…for all the right reasons.”
“The right reasons,” Tony repeated in a distant tone. “I like the sound of that. I like it a lot!”
“Which is why I think you’ll appreciate our perspective more than most!”
Jean cast him a satisfied smile. She even gave his member one last lick, gathering up the last remaining drops of his fluid. Tony appreciated the gesture before sitting back in his chair to catch his breath. As he caught his breath, she retrieved a napkin from the table with her telekinesis to clean herself off. Her lipstick was smeared, her hair was a mess, and her dress was very disheveled. She didn’t mind in the slightest.
She’d achieved everything she hoped and then some. She also secured a powerful ally for X-Corp in Tony Stark. Knowing the many challenges that awaited, she and Scott could use as many of those as they could get.
Madripoor – Unknown Location
‘Wake up, Daken. It’s time to embrace your new purpose!’
The sound of that voice in his head felt like a migraine and a gunshot wound, all rolled into one. Daken groaned as he returned to a conscious state, which turned out to be much more painful than expected.
“Aagh! What the fuck?” he groaned.
“Take it easy, my newest ally. You’re going to need your strength.”
Daken was used to being hurt, bloodied, or injured, but something about his current situation felt different. Everything around him was completely unfamiliar and not just with respect to the setting. It left him feeling genuinely concerned and for him, that was a very rare feeling.
The first thing he noticed, aside from the stabbing pain in his head, was that he’d been stripped naked and strapped to a table. That, alone, wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. He’d been in his share of kinky scenarios. Madripoor had no shortage of kinky sex clubs, after all. However, there was nothing kinky about his predicament.
The table he was lying on felt cold and rusty.
The chains that bound his wrists and feet felt extra heavy, as though they’d been specifically designed to hold him.
The atmosphere around him felt like a cross between a dungeon and a laboratory. For him, it was the least sexy combination he could’ve been in.
Daken had been in plenty of distressing situations before. A good chunk of his training under Romulus involved escaping, enduring, and even planning them. Now, it felt as though his training had failed him. The fact that he couldn’t remember how he ended up in such a dire predicament was the most distressing part of all. Nobody should’ve been able to subdue him like that.
“Before you ask, let me reassure you,” said a devious, but familiar voice. “Yes, I did actually defeat you in a brief, but predictable struggle. No, you’re not going to be tortured. And no, you do not have a choice in what’s about to happen to you…although not in the way you suspect.”
“Hnn…you bitch,” Daken groaned.
“Ah, good! You inherited your father’s mouth, as well as his claws. That’ll help make this little arrangement more productive…in more ways than one.”
Even before his vision cleared, he recognized that ominous female voice. It belonged to that strange redheaded woman he’d encountered in the alley. Something about her smelled very off from the beginning. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he sensed her standing next to the table. Just being near her almost sent him into a berserker rage.
Daken snarled and struggled within his restraints. His head was still pounding, but he could process his new surroundings. He was in some sort of enclosed room with no discernable entrance and a large, one-way mirror on the north wall. Other than the table, the only features he could make out were the blaring fluorescent lights in the ceiling and a strange array of medical equipment behind him.
It didn’t feel like a hospital or lab, but it didn’t feel like a prison cell either. The redheaded woman, now wearing just a black cape, thigh-high stiletto boots, and tattered bikini-like outfit, stood over him looking deviously bemused while holding something in her hand. His first instinct was to break free and gut her, but the shackles proved durable.
“Errr! You think these will hold me?” Daken barked as he struggled.
“Ha! Of course not,” the woman laughed. “You can buy a lot of things in Madripoor, but high-quality vibranium shackles aren’t one of them. I suspect these cheap knock-offs will give way in about an hour, at most.”
“Time you should use to get a running start!” he threatened.
“Oh don’t you worry, my colorful cohort. That’s plenty of time!” she said, pinching his cheeks playfully. “But where are my manners? I know everything about you, Daken. You should at least know me. My name is Madelyne Pryor. To most people, I am the once and future queen of the Hellfire Club. To you, however, I am something so much more.”
Daken just snarled angrily, but he still tempered his struggling. He’d heard of the Hellfire Club before. In terms of dangerous organizations, they were right up there with the Hand. Everyone in the criminal underworld knew not to cross their path unless absolutely necessary. Traditionally, they never had a major presence in Madripoor, but there was nothing about Madelyne Pryor that seemed traditional.
“And believe it or not, you mean just as much to me, Daken,” she said, now caressing his face in a disturbingly affectionate manner.
“I don’t believe it,” he scoffed.
“I don’t expect you to. Not initially, at least. By the time you leave this room, you’ll understand. You’ll see in me the same struggles that have plagued you since your birth…which, from what I’ve learned, was quite messy.”
“Are you going to tell me your father also killed your mother while you were still in the womb? As though that’s enough to stop me from gutting you?”
Madelyne looked at him strangely. Then, she burst out laughing. Daken wasn’t disturbed by much, but hearing that woman’s laugher was enough to make his skin craw.
“Seriously? That’s the story he told you?” she said, shaking her head in amusement. “Honestly, I thought Romulus would be a lot more creative.”
“Romulus…you know him too?!” Daken yelled in a mix of rage and confusion.
“Indeed I do. Quite intimately, in fact. And if you’re worried about his prolonged absence these past few weeks, you can’t stop worrying. Rest assured, he’s somewhere that’s as comfortable as it is secure.”
Suddenly, Daken had an entirely new reason to be enraged and fearful. It was one thing for some crazy woman to capture and subdue him. For Romulus, the man who’d taken him under his wing after his adopted family tried to kill him, that should’ve been impossible.
If that weren’t disturbing enough, Madelyne also implied that Romulus had lied to him about the fate of his mother. That certainly raised questions every bit as distressing as that woman’s ability to subdue him, but he didn’t have the time or energy to obsess over that.
He was in the presence of a woman capable of defeating both him and Romulus, two skilled fighters with decades of experience to go along with their mutant abilities. It hinted at power and capabilities for which he had not trained. Even as Daken struggled against his restraints, the idea that he was in a fight that he could not win crossed his mind and that was something he hadn’t contemplated in a long time.
“But don’t worry about Romulus,” Madelyne continued, having since stopped laughing. “He was guiding you down a particular path…one that I know for certain would not have left you fulfilled and satisfied.”
“How can you possibly know that?” Daken scoffed.
“Because I know what it’s like to born, bred, and pushed down a path…to have those proverbial strings tugging on every fiber of your being,” she said, her tone becoming more serious. “Even as we speak, I can’t escape it…this unseen force driving me to fulfill a certain role.”
“So what possible part could I play in this role?”
“That’s just it. You don’t have to play a part at all. Nobody does! I realized that shortly after I drew my first breath. I also realized that I can only do so much to escape my pre-determined purpose. The only choices I truly have are how I go about it. I could just take the shortest, easiest path. But that would make me no better than a trained dog fetching a stick. I seek something more than that…something greater and more satisfying.”
Her voice took on a more personal, but oddly sensual undertone. Had Daken not been so inclined to stab her, he might have felt a twinge of sympathy. He still had every intention of fighting back, but the more she talked, the more curious he became.
Madelyne, still clutching something in her hand, stepped away from the table for a brief moment. Then, while facing away from him, undid her cape, letting it fall to the floor to reveal her bikini-like attire, which included a very revealing thong. Had he not been so enraged, he might have admired her choice in clothing.
She didn’t stop there. With casual immodesty, Madelyne removed her top, leaving her in just a black thong and those thigh-high stiletto boots. It was hardly the most provocative attire Daken had seen, especially in Madripoor, but her half-naked body wasn’t his primary concern. While still looking away, she kept looking at whatever she’d been holding in her hand. He couldn’t see what it was, but every instinct told him it wasn’t good for him.
“In the interest of full transparency – something few have given you in your life, Daken-son – I admit this isn’t my first attempt at expanding my purpose,” the devious redhead told him. “You’re also not the first person I’ve invited to join me on this path.”
“Given your recruiting skills, I’m hardly surprised,” muttered Daken, glancing bitterly at his shackles.
“I thought I knew how to win over the hopes, goals, and desires of others. I was exceedingly thorough in my first attempt. I believed I could secure their unflinching loyalty, simply by channeling their need for purpose and fulfillment. Sadly, I was wrong.”
“I’m sure you cried yourself to sleep that night,” said Daken snidely. “What was your primary takeaway? That you didn’t torture them enough?”
“Again, you assume torture,” she scoffed. “I swear you’re even worse than Emma Frost.”
“I don’t know who that is, but if you shackled her to a table as well, I can’t say I blame her.”
“I suppose my messaging has room for improvement,” Madelyne sighed, “but the simple truth remains. I don’t torture others into joining me. I make them want to. I make them want it so much that no amount of pain, pleasure, or willpower can change that.”
“You say that like you actually know how.”
“I thought I did. I had hoped that my methods needed no further refinements. Perhaps that was overconfidence, on my part. I certainly didn’t want to raid my creator’s lab for new tools, but I suppose that’s part of the struggle. When you insist on taking a less direct path to your destiny, you must adapt along the way, learning from mistakes and ultimately finding a better way to get things done…even if it requires less comfortable tactics.”
She finally turned around. While the sight of her exposed breasts certainly got Daken’s attention, he was far more concerned with the glowing red diamond in her hand. He could already feel its strange energy filling the confined room and it was not the pleasant kind.
Over the course of his training, Daken had encountered numerous objects that had mystical properties. He’d also clashed with things that utilized advanced science, not unlike the kind that had affected his father. They both had great potential for danger and destruction on their own. While not an expert in magic or science, he sensed something unique about that glowing item.
“That…looks rather uncomfortable,” said Daken, his gaze narrowing on the glowing gem.
“Relax. It still won’t require torture…unless, of course, you choose such recourse,” said Madelyne.
“Choice?!” he spat. “You expect me to believe I have choices in my current state?”
“I doubt you understand it now, let alone appreciate it. Don’t worry, though. That’ll change soon. If I do my part, it’ll actually be enjoyable.”
Her voice took on a seductive undertone. Daken was hardly swayed, but he couldn’t escape her gaze. He could only watch as she walked up to the side of the table, still holding the glowing red diamond in her left hand. Now hovering over his bound form, her breasts prominently displayed before him, she focused her attention on his lower body, which reacted to both the energy from the diamond and the proximity of her half-naked body.
“Your appetite for vice is well-known, Daken,” said Madelyne as she narrowed her gaze on his penis. “The streets of Madripoor echo with stories of your debauchery.”
“I don’t brag of my exploits. Whatever you plan to do, I promise your brand of kink won’t work on me.”
“You say that now, but I have a feeling you’ll choose differently. What I’m about to do is not about kink. It’s about channeling one’s wants and desire, breaking them apart, and rebuilding them anew.”
With a glint of deviance and lust in her eyes, she clenched her fist around the glowing red diamond. A brief flash followed. Then, a reddish halo surrounded Madelyne’s body, causing her eyes to glow and her hair to flutter, as though it were in hit with a gust of wind. The same energy that made Daken feel so uncomfortable before now felt even more menacing.
“I can usually see beauty in all things,” Daken said distantly, “but in this…I see many things, but beauty isn’t one of them.”
“When our inescapable fate is so inherently ugly, it’s inevitable. That’s why we must get creative.”
A grin worthy of the ugliest demon formed on her face. Her body still surrounded in a dark red hue, he reached out with her right hand and firmly grasped his penis in her hand.
Daken instinctively winced, once again fighting his shackles. It was not the hardest nor the roughest someone else had grasped his genitals, but something about Madelyne Pryor’s touch made him want to vomit. As she began stroking it, filling the confined room with more of that ominous energy, the revulsion only grew.
“Hrrr…that’s it? You think…a hand-job…will win me over?” he said through more wincing.
“Ha! Oh Daken, you lost soul,” Madelyne laughed. “You honestly think I’m doing this for you?”
He wanted to cuss her out even more. She silenced him by stroking him harder, squeezing and fondling his cock with an intensity that wasn’t possible, even by the most experienced Madripoor sex worker. That meant she didn’t just have access to mystical and science-based resources. She had superhuman abilities on top of that. Romulus had trained him for a lot of things. He’d never trained him to face a woman like Madelyne.
Grunting and groaning, Daken struggled under her grip, fighting the shackles as he struggled to maintain control. Unfortunately, his body had betrayed him. He could already feel his penis getting harder under her relentless grip. He couldn’t tell if that was just due to her stroking or because of the energy from the diamond. It still disgusted him.
If that weren’t bad enough, it actually felt good. In fact, it felt too good.
“You can already sense it, can’t you?” Madelyne taunted. “That dark feeling in the pit of your soul…the one fate to a purpose you didn’t choose…I can feel it inside you, just as I can feel your cock in my hand.”
“Errr…fuck you!” Daken spat.
“Now, you’re getting ahead of yourself. Perhaps I need to skip a couple steps.”
She clenched the diamond harder. She also stepped up her fervent stroking, jerking him off and leering over him so that he could not avoid her penetrating gaze. Daken tried to look away, but it was no use. As much as he reviled the woman before him, he could not turn away. She had him under her lurid control and that control only deepened.
Daken closed his eyes and fought the effects, trying to will his body into rebellion. It might have been the only time he’d ever resisted the hedonistic urge to enjoy a woman’s intimate touch. He actually tried not to come, if only to deny Madelyne further control. However, that only seemed to encourage her.
“You’re resisting. I understand why,” she said, now hovering over his throbbing member even closer. “I want to make this easier for you, Daken. Just give in! That way, we can both enjoy our shared purpose!”
Daken replied with more deviant groans. Madelyne intensified her efforts, using her exposed breasts to tit-fuck him, surrounding his cock in her fleshy mounds. The resulting sensations were so intoxicating. The energy in the room only made it worse by making it more pleasurable. It shouldn’t have been that pleasurable. There were definitely other forces at work besides basic male biology and for once, it was too much for Daken to handle.
“You think you’re fighting it. You think you’re going to oppose me,” said Madelyne as she worked her breasts up and down his cock. “But I have some unfortunate news for you, Daken. You’ve already lost!”
At that moment, the glowing in Madelyne’s eyes flickered and a burst of energy erupted, causing the table to shake and the lights to flicker. Then, in an ominous exercise of her control over him, Daken achieved orgasm. In a reaction that caused his entire body to tremble, his dick throbbed hard before releasing a thick stream of seminal fluid that landed right on the devious woman’s tits.
“Aaaghhh!” Daken groaned.
“Yes! Now, you can really sense it,” Madelyne said, her every word seething with lust.
He didn’t seek it.
He didn’t want it.
He didn’t even think it was possible in his current state.
Even so, it still happened. He climaxed under Madelyne Pryor’s hand. It was not an ordinary climax, either. There was pleasure in accord with his release, but it was not the kind of pleasure he’d experienced in his many other sex acts.
Every blissful sensation felt supercharged, yet synthetic. It was as though his nerves had been hit by lightning and overloaded with an energy that his body and mind could not process. It rendered him dazed, confused, and overwhelmed. All the training, focus, and discipline that Romulus had taught him over the years simply vanished.
As the feeling set in, he opened his eyes, only to see Madelyne’s perverse expression dominating his world. He still wanted nothing more than to curse her with all the profanity in the world and drive his claws through her face. However, his anger no longer lined up with his desire.
“That, my dear Daken…was just a taste,” said Madelyne, even as his cum dripped down her face. “Now, you want more, don’t you?”
Daken’s expression tensed. His first instinct was to defy and lash out at her. Then, an entirely new instinct emerged and took over.
“Yes,” said Daken, barely recognize his own voice.
“What was that, Daken?” asked Madelyne intently, sounding intensely aroused by his response. “Say it louder!”
“I said…yes!” he yelled at her.
“Yes, what?” she demanded.
“Yes…give me more of this. Whatever it is…I want more.”
With every word he uttered, Daken despised himself. Those were not the words of the man who’d trained for decades under Romulus, fighting to usurp his father’s legacy and humping anyone he pleased along the way. They sounded like a man who had succumbed to a devious woman’s spell. He abhorred submitting to Madelyn’s whims, but it was too late. There was no escaping.
“Very good, my loyal pawn,” said Madelyn. “And since I’m such a merciful queen, I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you so much that you’ll want nothing else from this day forward!”
He almost preferred torture. That would’ve been easier to handle. He would’ve even preferred mind control. What Madelyne just did to him was worse. She made him desire something he hated. On top of that, she made it feel good in the worst possible way.
Not bothering to wipe his cum off her face, the devious redhead stepped back from the table again and removed her thong. In doing so, she confirmed what Daken had already sensed in her voice. She was very aroused. He could see, smell, and practically taste the heat radiating from her pussy. Her control over him, from his body to his mind, was an intense turn-on.
Now wearing nothing but her thigh-high stiletto boots, Madelyn got up on the table and mounted his pelvis, rubbing her outer folds along the length of his still-throbbing cock. Daken winced at the feeling, not hiding his disgust. However, that only seemed to turn her on even more.
“I know you have a healing factor. I also know you’ve relied on it to rise to the occasion in your lurid pursuits,” Madelyne said curtly. “Thanks to my many talents and resources, it won’t be necessary. That said, it will certainly help!”
As she continued teasing his cock with her pussy, she waved the glowing red diamond over him. It flickered again, releasing more mysterious energy throughout the room. That energy quickly made its way into Daken, as though his body attracted it like a magnet.
“Errrr!” he growled, tensing and contorting under the feeling.
His flesh burned and his mind raced. However, the most noticeable effect occurred in his penis, which became fully erect almost immediately. Even with his robust healing factor, it happened so quickly.
It was hardly pleasant, feeling like someone forced half the blood in his body to one particular body part. The effects didn’t just stop at his genitals, though. Beyond having another raging hard-on, his desire only intensified and only Madelyne Pyror to satisfy them. Daken hated everything about his current predicament, but he hated that the most.
“Mmm…that worked better than I thought,” Madelyne said with growing excitement. “Time to see just how effective it can be!”
Now seething with domineering lust, she clenched the glowing diamond in her hand again before impaling herself on his rock-hard dick. She was direct and focused, practically slamming her pelvis down against his, driving his manhood into her pussy. She let out a euphoric and triumphant moan, as though she’d completely conquered him. She then began riding him hard.
“Yes! Yes! Ohhh yes!” Madelyne exclaimed. “Your flesh…your soul…your desires…are mine!”
“Aagghhh!” was all Daken could do to respond.
The feeling that followed sent Daken deeper into a place that he didn’t want to go. Her pussy was so hot, moist, and tight. She skillfully gyrated her hips, working her folds up and down his length, squeezing it with merciless warmth. It felt so incredibly good, but so incredibly wrong. It was intense pleasure and utter torment at the same time. Every bit of training Daken had done to strengthen his body and mind became useless under such a feeling.
Through each sexual motion, Madelyne’s expression became more maddened with ecstasy. She let out moans and grunts that Daken had never heard in a woman. He couldn’t tell if she was having an orgasm or going into a berserker rage for lust. He’d met plenty who had kinky tastes, but none quite like Madelyne. Just riding a man’s cock extra hard wasn’t enough. The act of controlling him was what really got her off.
‘This woman…this deranged, devious, decadent woman…she has me under her complete control. I hate it! I want to fight it! And yet…’
His thoughts quickly devolved into a daze of ecstasy and anguish. He stopped fighting his restraints and just fought to endure Madelyne’s relentless sex. With each passing moment, he felt himself losing that fight.
Again and again, she gyrated her hips, pumping his cock within her pussy. Her breasts bounced as their flesh clashed, creating a heat that consumed the room, so much so that it felt like a sauna. Daken tried in vain to hold back, attempting to maintain what little control he had left. He refused to give her the satisfaction. His face now covered with sweat and strain, he closed his eyes and tried to will himself out of her grasp.
Madelyne didn’t let him, though. While still riding his cock, she grabbed his face, leaned over, and forced her to look into her glowing eyes. Once again, Daken’s body and mind failed him.
“Look at me, Daken! Look me in the eyes…and embrace my purpose with me!” the devious redhead exclaimed. “Embrace it…now!”
“Ahhh fuck!” he exclaimed.
As if on command, Daken climaxed again. It was even more intense than before. He writhed in a conflicted state of ecstasy and agony as he released a thick load of his manly juices into Madelyne’s depths. The idea that she had his cum inside her disgusted him, but the pleasure that came with it was too strong.
“More…fuck, I want more,” Daken said, hating himself for putting such thoughts into words.
“And you’ll have it!” said Madelyne with a sadistic grin.
True to her word, she didn’t let up. She kept on riding his dick, which stayed fully erect, even after he finished climaxing. That should’ve have been possible, even with a healing factor like his. It was like Madelyne had tapped into something that directly countered the world, as it stood. Beyond just keeping the sex going, it was her exercising perverse control on everything around her.
Armed with such control, all Daken could do was lay on the and take it. Madelyne was unrelenting with her lust, riding his dick hard and fast, indulging in her unique brand of ecstasy. She looked mad, but never lost control or focus. She just kept at it, humping and grinding her pelvis against his.
“You feel it! I feel it too!” she seethed. “This time…I won’t let it go! This time…I am in control!”
Daken could barely handle the sensations surging through his body. He couldn’t hope to make sense of her demanded musings. If someone else had endured such torment and escaped, then they had defied some very powerful forces. Madelyne didn’t seem inclined to give him a similar chance.
As their lewd act continued, Daken sensed her climax multiple times. It was hard to tell in his current state, but it definitely happened. He felt it in the way her pussy clamped down around his cock a few times. He saw it in her expression, becoming more and more ominous. She relished such control, able to achieve her pleasure whenever she pleased and deciding when he got his too.
She was almost too generous for him. Daken climaxed multiple times as well, his body no longer obeying the rules of male biology or mutant healing factors. It happened so many times that the line between pleasure and pain vanished. Every sensation was so intense, but none were ultimately satisfying. For mind, body, and entire sense of self, it sent Daken beyond the breaking point.
Even after that point, Madelyn’s onslaught continued. She kept fucking him, further tightening her hold on him and exercising her complete control. For all Daken knew, she wouldn’t stop until he passed out. That would’ve been the best possible outcome.
‘I can’t take it anymore! This woman…she has me. She controls me. I can’t escape it and…and I don’t want to. I really, truly don’t want to.’
Madelyne had won. She defeated him before he could even throw a punch. That much was clear. It was just a matter of how much torment she was willing to inflict. His expression now vacant, Daken just hoped his durable form failed him soon.
Then, just as his world felt ready to collapse around him, Madelyne abruptly ceased her movements and opened her hand to reveal diamond again. It glowed so brightly that it filled the entire room with a crimson glow. Like a moth to a flame, Daken was drawn to it.
“You’re been so good to me, Daken,” said Madelyne. “You’ve submitted to me…pleasured me…embraced me. Tell me, do you still want to serve my purpose?”
Daken opened his mouth and attempted to reassert control. He failed. Even without the sex, he was under Madelyne’s dominating grip.
“I do,” he said to her.
“Tell me you’ll follow me as I pursue my purpose,” she said intently.
“I’ll follow you. I’ll aid you every step of the way.”
“Tell me you’ll submit…tying your fate to mine.”
“I submit, Madelyne Pryor.”
“No…not just to Madelyne Pryor. The Goblin Queen!” she proclaimed.
“I submit…the Goblin Queen,” said Daken.
She cast him a grin that was as wide as it was devious. Unlike before, it no longer revolted him. Now, Daken wanted nothing more than to see her smile in triumph.
Her control now complete, the Goblin Queen casually waved her hand, causing the shackles around his wrists and ankles to unlock. She also rose up off his dick, which was still hard and completely covered in a thick coat of sexual fluids. With his limbs now free, he could’ve drawn his claws and attacked without mercy. A part of him still wanted that.
That part was little more than a flicker now. Daken, once so defined by his defiance and deviance, just laid there on the table. He didn’t resist in the slightest as Madelyne crawled up the table, sat on his face so that her cum-drenched pussy was right over his mouth, and looked down on him like a titan gazing down upon an ant.
“Congratulations, Daken! You are the first pawn of the new and improved Hellfire Club,” she told him. “To reward your submission, enjoy eating me out. It’s what you want. I know this because it’s what I want.”
“Mmm…” Daken moaned, willingly obliging his new queen.
Without resistance or hesitation, he accepted his reward. He gave Madelyne oral sex, eating her pussy out, not caring for a second that it reeked of sexual fluids. He even used his unshackled hands, grabbing onto her thighs and feeling up her smooth skin. It was hardly the most depraved sex act that Daken had ever done, but he never did anything so eagerly and selflessly.
He wasn’t doing it to please himself or achieve some sort of larger goal. It was all about pleasing the Goblin Queen. Giving her pleasure gave him pleasure, in turn. His passions and desires had been completely rewired. They now centered around Madelyne Pryor and her purpose.
“Taste me…embrace me…cherish me like a good pawn should!” she said, sounding both playful and domineering.
That idea of him being a loyal pawn shouldn’t have sat well. It went against who Daken was and how he saw himself. Now, it was the only role he wanted for himself…to be the Goblin Queen’s loyal pawn.
Like a good pawn, he licked and teased his queen’s pussy with the utmost care. He stimulated every intimate area, seeking to please her in every possible way. When she climaxed again, it was almost as satisfying for him as it was for her. It was the first time at any point over the course of their decadent acts that he felt satisfied in any capacity.
It marked a harsh, yet inescapable reality for Daken. Now matter how much pain or pleasure he experienced, only Madelyne could decide when he was satisfied. That was the extent of her control over him.
“You did it! You made your queen come. You’re going to be a good, loyal pawn,” she said, looking down on him once more.
Daken just looked up at her with vacant eyes. Her control on him was secure, but it still disgusted him. She must have sensed that because her gaze on him narrowed. The glowing diamond in her hand stopped flickering, as well.
“Rest assured, you’ll be the first of many pawns,” his queen told him. “But seeing as how my first attempt failed and I’ve yet to locate where she went, I’m going to make sure that my control is secure. Hopefully, this is the last resource I’ll need from the late Nathanial Essex.”
Still silenced by her pussy over his mouth, Madelyne placed the glowing red diamond on his forehead. Almost immediate, it burned itself into his head, like a piece of molten metal. It stung, but Daken barely winced. It was what the Goblin Queen wanted. It could only hurt so much when it was in line with his queen’s desires.
As the diamond burned itself into his flesh, latching on like a hungry tick, that last part of Daken’s mind that wanted to defy Madelyne Pryor went silent. His mind, body, and soul now totally belonged to her. If there were to be more pawns in their ranks, he pitied those who resisted.
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