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Festival of X

Chapter 20: Understanding Deviance

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New Olympus Temple – Sauna
“So what do you think Emma and the others are doing to her? You still think we ought to stay blissfully ignorant?” said Rogue in a distant voice as she tried to relax amidst the steamy surroundings.
“If you keep thinking about it, you’ll only defeat the purpose of us not taking part in it,” said a restless Kurt.
“That ain’t an answer.”
“Some questions aren’t worth answering, mein sister. I’ll only say zhat our friends know vhat she’s done and zhey know how ve feel about it. I trust zhat they vill deal vith our mother appropriately.”
Trust was always a sensitive issue when dealing with Mystique. Kurt seemed content to avoid thinking about her and how the rest of the X-men were dealing with her unexpected participation in this ritual. There were any number of ways to deal with someone who had betrayed the team, but in the midst of a ritual orgy the majority of those ways were not easy for them to contemplate. It was probably for that reason the others convinced the two of them to be somewhere else in the temple while they dealt with her.
Everything happened very quickly after Mystique’s bizarre peace offering for them. They were still recovering from being gangbanged by the temple’s staff of attractive guards and priestesses when Emma Frost detected Mystique’s presence. They later learned that Emma had just completed a rather elaborate lesson in sexual domination with the men when she launched her telepathic attack on Mystique. Apparently, she had sensed Mystique’s presence shortly before her guests started engaging in various activities with the rest of the team. She just chose not to make her move until after she was finished. Emma claimed she already knew that Mystique wasn’t going to cause trouble. They didn’t know how she knew and it was probably better to not ask for details.
After Mystique was knocked out, the team converged on the sun room. It was a bit tense at first, but Bobby offered an initial explanation. That explanation was met with plenty of skepticism since Mystique’s betrayal was still fresh in everyone’s mind. It was only after Emma, Jean, and Psylocke scanned her mind that Bobby’s story was confirmed. But others remained unconvinced. That’s what led Emma to formulate a way of dealing with her. Rogue and Kurt weren’t sure what that entailed because the others encouraged them to not be part of this plan.
It took some coaxing, but Amara eventually convinced them to relax from their gangbang in the sauna. This way they could get cleaned up in an environment where they wouldn’t have to dwell on what was happening to Mystique. She gave them some fresh towels to wrap their naked bodies in and some cleaning materials that they had since used. She gave some food and wine. It certainly helped them recover from the effects of the gangbang, but they didn’t stop them from dwelling on their mother. It wasn’t just about what the others were doing to her either. The circumstances surrounding her betrayal and her justification for it continued to confound them.
“Perhaps ve should change zhe subject, ja?” Kurt suggested.
“That or drink more wine, whichever comes first,” said Rogue as she opened a fresh bottle of Nova Roman wine.
“I’ll have an extra glass if you give zhis one other question some serious thought,” he went on, “If in zhe end our friends are convinced zhat Mystique vas telling the truth about zhe Marauders, vould you give her another chance?”
“Ah thought we were trying to change the subject here.”
“Ve are. You’re focused too much on all zhe twisted sex acts our mother may be involved in vith zhe others. I don’t zhink you’ve given much focus to her reason for showing up in zhe first place.”
“And here Ah was thinkin’ Mystique didn’t need a reason to be decadent,” muttered Rogue.
“Considering zhe decadence ve ourselves have been enjoying since ve got here, ve’re not in a position to make zhat judgment. And now you’re zhe one avoiding the question, Rogue. You can drink all zhe wine you want, but zhat won’t make it any less important.”
Sometimes Kurt could be an incredibly annoying adopted brother. He refused to avoid uncomfortable truths and or confront difficult questions. He always erred on the side of hope whereas Rogue took the opposite approach. Even though she left the Brotherhood of Mutants a long time ago, it wasn’t easy having that kind of hope. Whenever Mystique was involved, it was all the more difficult.
Unfortunately, Kurt wouldn’t stop looking at her with that pleading look in his eye. That was another trait of his that she found annoying. Whenever he gave her that look, it was impossible to turn away.
“You ain’t gonna let me drink this wine until Ah answer, aren’t you?” she said.
“I vas going to teleport in and steal it, but I vould rather it not be necessary,” he said with a half grin.
“Fahne...Ah’ll answer it. But then you gotta share an extra glass. Maybe with a little wine in your system, you won’t ask so many annoying questions.”
“Deal,” said Kurt with a humored grin.
He took the bottle of wine for good measure, ensuring Rogue couldn’t get ahead of herself. She adjusted her towel and poured some more water onto the special electric steamer, adding some extra steam to the area. The dense, humid air allowed her settle her thoughts.
“To be honest, Ah ain’t sure. But I genuinely want to give mah mama a chance,” she said distantly, “Ah know we’ve given her plenty over the years and she’s squandered every dang one of them. But she always has an excuse and even when those excuses are lousy, her intentions ain’t ever in question.”
“You say you’re not sure, but you sound like you already know,” Kurt pointed out.
“You either know me too dang well or all this sex has just loosened mah tongue, among other things,” Rogue sighed, “But if you really want a clear cut answer, here it is...yes. If Emma, Jean, Logan, and everyone else does whatever kinky shit they got planned for her and they all say it’s the real deal, then Ah’ll accept it. Happy now?”
“I vould be even happier if you could say it again vithout rolling your eyes,” he said with a half-grin.
“Don’t push it, little brother. Now give meh back the dang wine so we can get drunk.”
Kurt shook his head and laughed before giving her the bottle. He didn’t expect Rogue to be fond of the idea of giving Mystique another chance. But she was still their mother. They couldn’t completely cut her out of their lives and this latest revelation about her betrayal had the potential to change things for the better. Rogue may be more skeptical than him in this respect, but he felt it was a chance worth taking.
They would have plenty of time to deal with this issue once the ritual was over. For now, he was content to not dwell on their mother for the time being and share some wine with Rogue. He retrieved a couple of chalices while she pulled out the cork. Even though they already had the ceremonial wine in their system, it couldn’t hurt to be a little more intoxicated while these Mystique issues were being resolved.
“From here on out, Ah propose we ditch any and all serious issues,” said Rogue as she filled each glass, “The whole point of this vacation was to get away from that stuff since we deal with it so dang much.”
“Agreed,” said Kurt, “Even X-men need step back every once and a while and focus on less complicated issues.”
“Like who we’re gonna hump after we’ve recharged, so to speak?”
“Among other things,” he said with a humored grin.
They each tapped their glasses before eagerly gulping down the wine. Nova Roma, being so closely tied to Greco-Roman traditions, placed a heavy emphasis on wine and it showed. Every bottle they opened was remarkable in its own right. That made the excessive drinking part of this festival all the more enjoyable.
But as Rogue and Kurt finished their glass, they noticed a distinct aftertaste. Every bottle of wine in Nova Roma seemed unique in that respect, but something about this wine felt familiar.
“That’s pretty dang good,” said Rogue as she licked up the last drop from her glass, “Maybe Ah’m already a little drunk, but Ah could swear it has a certain kick to it.”
“You can’t be zhat drunk. I taste it too,” said Kurt as he scrutinized the glass.
“Ah can’t put mah finger on it, but Ah swear it tastes similar to the...”
Rogue stopped herself before completing her thought. It quickly dawned on her where she had tasted this wine before and the implications were almost as distressing as what was happening to Mystique right now.
“Kurt, where exactly did you get this wine?” asked Rogue in a somewhat anxious tone.
“I didn’t get it. One of zhe priestesses gave it to me along vith zhe food,” he replied, trying not to sound too anxious himself.
“And did she say where she got it from?”
“I’m not sure. She said zhat Emma Frost asked zhat ve be comfortable while zhey deal with Mystique. But other than zhat...”
“Wait...back up!” said Rogue as she made a rather disturbing connection, “You mean to tell meh that Emma Frost picked this wine?”
Kurt soon made the connection as well. He looked at his glass and then back at the bottle of wine. Then he turned to Rogue. It was at this moment when he started to feel a familiar feeling. It was the same feeling he and the rest of the X-men experienced at the beginning of the ceremony when they first drank the special wine that Amara had given them. That wine had been laced with powerful aphrodisiacs, much of which was still coursing through their system. Now he felt a fresh batch of these aphrodisiacs in his system once more and he could tell that Rogue was feeling it too.
Before either of them could contemplate what Emma may have done any further, a new heat emerged from within them and this time it had nothing to do with the sauna. The heat quickly spread, causing Rogue to rub her legs together as the folds of her womanhood became engorged once more. It also led Kurt’s penis to swell under his towel. In the presence of his adopted sister, it made for a rather awkward moment.
“You don’t think Emma vould...” began Kurt, his voice starting to get slurred.
“It’s Emma. She’s capable of all sorts of kinky shit. We’ve both seen it first hand,” said Rogue, now clinging to her towel as her body grew hotter.
“But vhy? Vhy would she purposefully give us zhe ceremonial wine like zhis?”
“The hell if Ah know! Maybe she thinks we won’t dwell on Mystique if we...”
Rogue’s words trailed off. She could no longer form coherent words and neither could Kurt. The aphrodesiacs in the wine must have been concentrated because they both felt the powerful effects of intoxication wash over them. It left them unable to focus or think straight while filling them with a fresh surge of insatiable lust. And with no one else nearby to vent such lusts, this left them with only one option.
No longer able to take the heat, Rogue removed her towel to reveal her naked body. Kurt did the same, his manhood now fully erect at his point. They had seen each other naked plenty of times at this point in the ritual, but they never looked at one another with lust. Even though they weren’t related by blood, they still saw each other as family and that helped dissuade such feelings. Now under the influence of this new lust, those feelings were impossible to ignore.
Kurt watched with bated breath as Rogue started desperately fondling herself. She cupped her breast with one hand and reached down between her legs with another, fondling her outer folds as they became moist with her feminine juices. Even though the steam, Kurt could smell the intoxicating musk of her womanly scent. It led him to stand up and lightly stroke his throbbing member. Watching her touch herself evoked in him a more aggressive lust. His every thought was now focused on taking this woman and satiating his burning sexual need. The fact that she was his adopted sister was becoming increasingly irrelevant in his mind.
“Kurt...Ah’m so hot! Ah can’t take it!” Rogue gasped desperately.
“Rogue, I...” he began in his slurred tone.
“Don’t...don’t say a damn thing!” she said strongly, “Let’s not make it more awkward than it already is...or as much as it’s gonna be.”
There was no need to articulate their predicament any further. They no longer had the capacity rationalize it, let alone debate it. They needed this. There was no way around it.
Dispensing any further thoughts of uncertainty, Kurt teleported over to Rogue and grabbed her by the thighs. He followed his aggressive lust, positioning himself so that he was standing between her legs while her butt rested right on the edge of the cushioned bench. Rogue leaned back against the wall, as if to brace herself for what was about to happen. Kurt briefly lingering, the tip of his erect penis now rubbing up against her outer folds. No words were spoken. They only exchanged a dazed glance.
Rogue looked up at Kurt with a pleading look in her eyes, as if to tell him that it was okay to do this. He seemed to get the message. Succumbing to this overwhelming lust, he moved his hips forward a slid his penis into her vagina. The hot sensations of her inner muscles being stretched soon followed. She had felt it many times before over the course of this ritual, but this was different. This was Kurt Wagner she was having sex with. And something about that gave this a very different feeling.
“Ohhh Kurt! You’re...you’re inside meh!” Rogue cried out.
“Your vagina...so tight!” Kurt grunted.
Basic sexual instincts soon took over. Kurt bent his knees slightly and began moving his hips, steadily slithering his rigid length within the hot fold of Rogue’s pussy. She leaned back against the wall as the movements intensified, her nails raking along the smooth marble in the process. She soon began lifting her hips slightly in conjunction with each movement. It added to the feeling while intensifying the hot sensations.
They each remained intently focused, now allowing their minds to overly dwell on the fact that they were having sex with each other. With coordinated motion of their naked bodies, they became more intoxicated. As Kurt rhythmically drove his dick into her pussy, he slithered his hands up her thighs and onto her breasts. He eagerly squeezed her bouncing breasts, pinching her erect nipples every time he thrust into her. Rogue let out sharp squeals of delight, her body arching and tensing with more fervor. Each sensation led her into a deeper daze as raw sensation coursed through her body.
There was no effort to hold back either. In this heated outburst of focused lust, it made no sense to draw it out. The combined rubbing of her breasts and the hard pounding of Kurt’s dick into her pussy quickly sent Rogue to the brink of orgasm. She hungrily hooked her legs around his waist and elevated her hips a bit more, allowing him to probe deep into her womanly depths. Kurt seemed to sense how close she was and started thrusting harder. When the feeling washed over her, she closed her eyes and threw her head back.
“Ooh fuck! Ah’m gonna...Ah’m gonna...ohhhh!” she exclaimed.
Rogue’s blissful cries filled the sauna. Her whole body tensed and her nails scratched along the marble as her inner muscles contorted in a powerful sexual release. Kurt sensed this, but kept moving his hips. He kept grunting heavily, shutting out the orgasmic moans that he knew belonged to his adopted sister. He had heard these cries earlier plenty of times, but the notion that he was evoking them was still overwhelming. For that reason, he maintained his lustful focus and kept fucking his adopted sister.
Now dazed by the hot sensations of orgasm, Rogue was fully intoxicated. She no longer had to focus to distract herself from what she was doing with her adopted brother. She just allowed herself to enjoy it, not caring for how strange this felt. Sensing Kurt was still not enjoying himself as well as he could have, she followed her own lusts in an effort to help them out.
She let Kurt pound into her a bit longer until she sensed he needed to catch his breath. When the rhythm of his hips finally slowed, she released her grip on him with her legs and pulled away from him. Before he could protest, she turned around and eagerly grabbed his cock with both hands. Without reservation, she hungrily devoured her erect length and started giving him a fervent blowjob.
“Hnn...Rogue!” was all Kurt could get out.
He didn’t protest or even attempt to stop her. Instead, he kept following his sexual instincts and lightly held onto her head. His breathing became more ragged as he watched Rogue’s head bob up and down his length. She was a little sloppy, indicating she was much more intoxicated than he was at this point. He didn’t bother scrutinizing it at this point. He just craved more sex.
Rogue sucked him off hard and fast, not paying much attention to the unique feeling of Kurt’s fuzzy flesh. It was incredibly exotic. She heard the other girls who had been with him talk about it so fondly. Now she understood why they were so enthusiastic about it. After working her lips and tongue over his length for a while, she used her large breasts to further squeeze his cock in a nice tit fuck. She did this for a while, listening to the blissful moans she evoked. But while looking up at Kurt’s dazed expression, she could tell he wanted more.
“Kurt...fuck mah ass,” she said intently.
Rogue didn’t wait for a response. She swiftly turned around so that she was now standing bent over the bench with her heart-shaped butt facing Kurt. He hesitated at first, but his desire for more sex was stronger. Rogue even shook her ass a bit as if to let him know it was okay. Needing no further convincing, he positioned himself behind her and guided his cock into her ass.
Their breathing became more ragged as Kurt entered his adopted sister again. Since Rogue had already experienced plenty of anal sex over the course of the ritual, there was little need for lubricant. Her rectal muscles easily stretched to accommodate Kurt’s dick. She still felt a stinging sensation as he eagerly pushed into her. Her face contorted and she gripped the bench hard, sensing Kurt was desperate to get his release at this point. With this in mind, she held on and let her body rock in accord with each thrust.
More grunts and moans filled the sauna as Kurt fucked Rogue’s ass. He was a big more fervent than before, the extra tightness of her inner muscles adding to the hot feeling. It became somewhat chaotic with Kurt just pounding away and Rogue just moving her body in conjunction with his. There was no effort to be elaborate with their sex. This was just a raw outburst of uncontrolled lust. The only way to bring it under control was to vent it.
It took a while for Kurt to sufficiently vent his lust. Eventually, he made a desperate push for his climax. Rogue didn’t attempt to have another one. She remained focused on allowing Kurt to have his. As his pelvis repeatedly smacked into her ass, she tensed her rectal muscles with more fervor.
“So...so tight! Almost...ready...to cum!” he seethed.
Kurt’s grunts deepened as his peak approached. He bent his knees a bit more and rocked her body harder as the sensations around his cock intensified. Rogue braced herself, holding onto the bench and lifting up her left light slightly to give him more leverage. After a few more hard thrusts, he dug his thick digits into her thighs and held on as he released his load of fluid into her depths.
They both kept their eyes closed for the duration of this feeling. Kurt and Rogue’s bodies were practically frozen in place with his dick buried deep inside her. Time seemed to freeze under the impact of these orgasmic sensations. Even though they had experienced many sexual peaks over the course of this ritual, this felt very different.
“Rogue I...” Kurt began, still unable to move.
“Don’t say it, Kurt. Just...don’t,” Rogue replied desperately.
As the burning lust subsided, they both opened their eyes and the impact of what they just did started to sink in. Kurt carefully withdrew from Rogue’s ass, trying not to make it too awkward. That was probably impossible at this point. With their bodies reeling in ways that went beyond the sex, they sat back down on the bench next to one another. Kurt rested his head back against the wall while Rogue allowed herself to slouch a bit. There was no use avoiding it at this point. They were adopted siblings, unrelated by blood yet they still thought of one another as family. And they just had sex with each other.
“Damn Emma and that dang wine!” said Rogue bitterly, “Bet she’s gonna get a hell of a kick outta this!”
“She could’ve done worse to us...much worse,” Kurt pointed out.
“That’s for sure,” she muttered, “And here Ah was thinkin’ she repented. Guess there’s only so much deviance that woman can give up.”
“Zhis is one instance where I von’t make excuses. I zhink Emma’s actions and our own says it all.”
“That ain’t saying much. First she knocks out Mystique. Now this? Ah mean if she wanted to keep us occupied, Ah’m sure a woman as smart as her could come up with something better.”
“And yet it worked, did it not?”
Rogue looked over towards Kurt with a raised eyebrow. He was reluctant to make eye-contact at first, but he eventually faced her. There was still some awkwardness, but it didn’t linger for long. The more it sank in, the less overwhelming it felt. It helped somewhat that they were already in the midst of a ritual orgy where they had indulged in plenty of sex acts. It also helped that they had endured far more distressing situations as adopted siblings. There was no reason for this to be too much. And in a strange way, it did exactly what they needed it to do. It distracted them from Mystique.
“Let’s not make zhis any weirder zhan it has to be, Rogue,” said Kurt in a more sincere tone, “I still see you as my sister, even though ve’re not related by blood.”
“Yeah, Ah guess this is one instance where not being blood relatives helps,” said Rogue with a light sigh.
“But vhat’s done is done. It’s over now. Zhis doesn’t have to change anything between us. I don’t vant it to.”
“It won’t,” she assured him, “It’ll take a lot more than drunken sex to come between us. Hell, we can count it as a little intimate bonding time.”
“Yes...very intimate,” said Kurt jokingly.
The two adopted siblings smiled at one another despite the awkwardness. They even shared a light embrace wherein they barely noticed that they were still naked. They would still have a few choice words with Emma Frost later on, but that didn’t change the fact that they shared something. Even if it was awkward, they weren’t going to forget it.
“That being said, Ah propose we never speak of this again...ever,” said Rogue.
“Agreed!” said Kurt.
“And for Emma...we’ll figure that out only after we learn what she’s done to Mystique.”

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Hades Chamber
“Damn it all to hell...I was hoping to avoid this,” groaned a dazed Mystique as she emerged from her unconscious state.
“A very poor choice of words and a rather pathetic use of hope for that matter,” said a familiar snide voice.
Mystique muttered a string of curses as she opened her eyes and took in her new surroundings. She had been knocked out, abducted, and imprisoned enough times to know what to expect when a mission went wrong. But given the nature of this so-called ritual that the X-men were enjoying, those expectations were a lot more uncertain.
The first thing she noticed was the source of the snide voice. It was Emma Frost and she was standing a few feet in front of her wearing a much more revealing rendition of her White Queen costume, complete with crotchless panties and a halter top that didn’t cover her breasts. She was also holding a leather studded whip, which she looked intent on using. That’s when Mystique also noticed that her arms and legs had been restrained. Her writs were tightly tied above her head with special ropes and her legs were bound with similar ropes around her ankles. It wasn’t lost on her that she was still naked as well, which made Emma Frost’s intentions all too clear.
“Is this setup supposed to intimidate me?” said Mystique as she struggled with the restraints, “This isn’t the first time I’ve been tied up, you know?”
“Oh I have no doubt that you’ve been in far more compromising positions,” said Emma, “You never struck me as a woman of few reservations.”
“Then you know I’m perfectly capable of escaping this.”
“You may think you’re capable. But lest we forget, you’re talking to a powerful telepath who picked up on your thoughts before you even entered the temple. What you think and what you’re physically capable of doing is restricted to my whim at this point. And before you try to fight me, I suggest you take a closer look at your surroundings.”
She probably shouldn’t have looked, but the shape shifter couldn’t help it. In heeding her ominous words, she noticed that her surroundings weren’t as simple as she thought. She was in a windowless room covered in some rather macabre art depicting what she surmised to be Greco-Roman depictions of Hades. There were a few gargoyles mounted on the walls and a number of small shrines around the room. It seemed innocuous at first, but then she felt a slight sting in her head. Shortly after, she noticed some of the gargoyles coming to life and a number of frescoes becoming animated. It was clearly the work of a skilled telepath manipulating her mind and that made the notion of escape all the more daunting.
Mystique was usually not intimidated by telepaths. She had guarded her mind against the likes of Charles Xavier numerous times before. However, Emma Frost was in a different category of telepath. Whereas Xavier had ethical limits, Emma prided herself on her willingness to push those limits. It made her the kind of telepath that was difficult to defy.
“So you can break my psychic shields. Good for you,” Mystique groaned, “I’m still not intimidated.”
“Who says I’m trying to intimidate you?” said Emma coyly as she moved in closer to the shape shifter.
“Between that obscenely haughty outfit of yours and the whip, I felt it a fairly safe assumption.”
“Never make assumptions with a telepath, darling,” she quipped, “Especially one who prefers to astonish rather than intimidate.”
“You think astonishment will sufficiently punish me for my betrayal?” Mystique scoffed, “You would have better luck with intimidation.”
“Trust me, Mystique, if I was just going to punish you, then this whip I’m holding would already be dripping with a wide variety of bodily fluids. But since I’ve broken your shields and read your mind, I know that pure punishment may be inappropriate.”
Mystique’s demeanor shifted, at least as much as possible in her bound state. It was hard to tell just how coy this woman was being. If she had broken her shields and read her mind, then she had to have known about what she told Kurt and Rogue. She also had to have known that she told them the truth when she gave them her reasons for betraying the X-men. Yet even though they could verify that she told her kids the truth, they still had her tied up.
“So you know,” said Mystique in a more serious tone.
“There are multiple telepaths participating in this orgy. They all confirmed it, although they weren’t as aggressive as I was,” said Emma with a touch of boasting.
“You sound so proud of yourself,” she replied, “So if you’ve been in my mind, you saw why I had to betray the X-men. You also probably saw what Sinister is up to and if that doesn’t convince you, then you’re the one that should be tied up.”
“I’m more than convinced, Raven. I never would have turned a blind eye to your presence if I wasn’t at least somewhat convinced that you were sincere. I even showed some of your memories about Sinister to the others and it almost killed the mood of the ritual. Lucky for us, we’re not ready to end this little exercise in debauchery. We’re also not ready to trust you enough to leave us unscathed.”
“You think I care for your trust at this point?”
“We’ve learned to function without it since your betrayal,” Emma replied, “However, we also don’t overlook such transgressions. Take it from someone who has endured her share of punishment for past sins. Justice matters to the X-men.”
Emma reached over and tugged on a rope dangling next to Mystique’s head. This caused the ropes above her to slacken so that she fell forward and was forced onto her knees. Now kneeling before her, Emma roughly grasped Mystique’s chin and looked down at her with a domineering scold.
“You may not care for justice, Mystique. But seeing as how you barged in on our little ritual, you’re going to get it!” said Emma sternly.
“And how do you plan on doing that? Another gangbang?” said the shape-shifter defiantly.
“Considering what you did for your kids (which I whole-heartedly approve of, by the way), you might enjoy that a bit too much. Instead, I’m going to dig a little deeper into that twisted mind of yours. We’re going to confront the memories and emotions that lead you to be so comfortable with betrayal.”
“You call that torture?” Mystique scoffed.
“The X-men don’t torture. Think of this more as therapy of a very extreme kind!”
Mystique felt another sting in her head. She suddenly became more dizzy and disoriented, indicating that Emma hit her with another powerful telepathic attack. She tried to fight it off, but Emma was already inside her mind. Now she was aggressively probing her psyche, causing the world around her to shift in ways that even a shape-shifter couldn’t keep up with.
The walls and floor of the chamber faded as if they had melted into blackish mass. Emma’s imposing figure disappeared as well, leaving Mystique in what felt like the bottom of a dark pit. At this point all she could feel were the ropes restraining her arms and legs. The air around her became thick and humid. She started feeling very hot and sweaty, as if she was in a tropical jungle of sorts. She tried shifting her body, but that didn’t work. Emma wasn’t allowing her mind to effectively communicate with her body. This made struggling against the restraints all but impossible. Yet she tried to remain defiant. She refused to let Emma or any X-man intimidate her.
“You call this extreme?” Mystique called out, “I’ve been in darker pits than this!”
‘I don’t doubt that, Mystique. But I’m not trying to put you in a pit. I’m trying to set the mood for our first confrontation. I think you’ll find the setting quite appropriate.’
The jungle-like heat intensified and then manifested into a more vivid scene. The walls around her turned into thick jungle flora, complete with dense trees and exotic plants. Above her, the dense canopy was illuminated by the hot tropical sun. The familiar sounds of animals and birds filling the jungle with a symphony of noises soon echoed through the trees in all directions. Mystique knew this wasn’t real, but it felt so real that she could feel the humid breeze flowing around her naked body. All this new imagery was soon accompanied by a familiar presence.
“Heya Raven! It’s been way too long since I’ve seen you naked!” said the feral voice of Victor Creed.
Mystique looked up to see the imposing figure of Sabretooth emerge from the thick bushes. He was also naked, his bulging muscles and primal appearance meshing perfectly with the jungle-like setting. He had a very predatory look in his eye, as if he was gazing upon her like a hungry animal over his vulnerable prey. But he clearly wasn’t looking to devour her. As he closed in on her, his large manhood swelled until it became fully erect. With Mystique still on her hands and knees, he knelt down and grabbed her by the throat.
‘You always had a thing for wild, dangerous men,’ said Emma’s psychic voice, ‘It was horribly reckless, but it made perfect sense in your case. You lived such a dangerous life, stealing the lives of others. It was only a matter of time before you found a man who was dangerous enough to get you excited.’
“Victor...wasn’t about danger,” Mystique said under his powerful grip.
“Doesn’t matter!” Sabretooth snarled, “You couldn’t pull yourself away from me. Not that I minded, but we both knew it was only gonna get rough! And not always in a good way!”
Still holding the shape shifter by the throat, Sabretooth rose up slightly and shoved his erect dick into Mystique’s mouth. He then started humping her face, forcing her to suck him off in a way that was every bit as rough as he described. Mystique gagged at first, making a feeble effort to pull back. But Emma wouldn’t allow it. She felt another sting in her head, causing her body to react. She soon found herself slurping and sucking on Sabretooth’s member. Her body was acting on its own now and she could do nothing to stop it.
As Sabretooth roughly humped her face, Mystique was bombarded by more psychic waves. This time they weren’t as painful. Instead, Emma’s telepathic onslaught triggered a rush of new feelings. Among these feelings was an intoxicating surge of arousal. It engulfed her body along with the jungle air, causing her nipples to become erect and her outer folds to become very moist. What made it even more overwhelming was that Mystique wasn’t sure if this was just something Emma was forcing with her telepathy or if she was actually getting aroused by this. Memories of her many sexual encounters with Sabretooth evoked a variety of mixed emotions. Some of those encounters were pretty rough and she hadn’t forgotten how much she enjoyed them.
“Yeah! That’s it, Raven! Suck my dick! Show me what a reckless slut you are!” Sabretooth growled.
His grip on her throat tightened and he kept shoving his dick into her mouth even harder. But Mystique was no longer gagging on it. In this new state of arousal, she was actually encouraged by his coarse words. She sucked and slupred his manhood harder while looking up at him with a penetrating gaze. It was not the gaze of a women who was bound in submission. It was very similar to the gaze that first drew Sabretooth into her arms.
‘Creed was an insufferable, brutish sociopath. But that’s what you needed back then, wasn’t it? You were so reckless in your desire to live dangerously. You thought that because of your powers you could handle it. But could you really?’
Emma’s telepathic voice challenged Mystique in a major way. Sabretooth responded to that challenge as well. He abruptly pulled his cock out of her mouth and got behind her. As he guided his dick towards her pussy, he leaned over and pushed her down so that her face was buried right in the dirt. He held her in this position as he aggressively entered her. Now armed with plenty of leverage and his dominating strength, Sabretooth proceeded to fuck Mystique in a very rough manner befitting of the jungle.
“Ahh fuck! Your pussy is as hot as I remember, Raven!” seethed Sabretooth, “Come on! Take it! Take it like I know you wanna!”
Mystique’s let out a mix of grunts and moans, all of which were muffled by the dirty jungle floor. Even if this was all in her head, it still felt as though she was tasting the mud as Sabretooth held her down. His thrusts were hard and fast. Her body rocked vigorously to each motion, her inner muscles stretching and conforming to his rigid dick. There was a potent mix of pain and pleasure. He was so rough with her that his claws dug into her hips and neck. Yet he still managed to stimulate her deepest recesses, sending waves of intoxicating sensations through her body.
Sabretooth’s feral growls intensified as he fucked her harder, shifting his grip from her neck to her hips. Yet Mystique remained hunched over, arching her hips upward as he kept pounding into her. It was a true test of her bodily resilience, but she both endured and enjoyed it. It wasn’t long before the sensations lead to an unexpected peak.
‘See? You wanted to be overwhelmed. You wanted to be in over your head,’ said Emma’s snide telepathic voice, ‘You even got off on it!’
Mystique felt another telepathic attack in her mind. This attack practically shoved her past the brink of orgasm. She had already been close, but Emma made sure the feeling was extra intense. With her face still half-buried in the mud, the shape shifter let out a loud moan that seemed to reverberate throughout the jungle. It also encouraged Sabretooth in a new way.
“Ha! I knew it! Getting fucked hard makes you hot!” he grinned, “I bet you want more now! Well how about this?”
Mystique’s pussy was still throbbing from her orgasmic release, but before the feeling had fully passed Sabretooth pulled out of her vagina and guided his cock towards her ass. Once he was in position, he roughly thrust into it and began fucked her ass with the same vigor that he had fucked her pussy.
This caught Mystique by surprise. Her body may have been durable and malleable, but Sabretooth still managed to push her limits. The sting of being penetrated in her ass mixed with the lingering sensations of her orgasm. Now the pleasure/pain mix was more obscured with the pain taking hold.
“Ungh! Damn...you...Creed!” grunted Mystique as her body continued rocking to his thrusts.
“Don’t start bitching yet, Raven! I’m almost ready to cum!” the feral mutant grinned.
Sabretooth grabbed her by the neck again and held her down as he kept sodomizing her. Even after her rectal muscles adjusted to his size, he fucked her so hard that it was impossible to keep up with him. She didn’t remember this happening during her past encounters with Sabretooth, but it sent a clear message that culminated in his climax.
Mystique gritted her teeth and endured the strain on her body until Sabretooth finally steadied his hips and released his load into her ass. He was extra rough with her through the final push. His claws dug into her flesh and he made sure his dick was as deep in her ass as he could possibly push it. When he climaxed, he let out a feral howl that echoed throughout the jungle-like setting. As the fluids filled her insides, the shape shifter muttered a long string of curses. Some were directed at Creed. Some were directed at Emma. But most were directed at herself.
Emma didn’t bother trying to make out what she was saying. She could already sense what was going through her mind. Mystique may have been a hardened woman, but she was still vulnerable at her core.
‘You weren’t afraid of anything. You didn’t hesitated to mix pleasure and pain. But whether you admit it or not, it was too much for you in the end. You knew on some levels that being this reckless wasn’t going to get you anywhere. So you did a little soul-searching and sought something different...if not very different.’
The shape shifter was still reeling and sore from having endured Sabretooth’s lusts. As she listened to Emma’s condescending voice, he pulled out of her and left her to writhe on the floor. Then she sensed her surroundings change. The hot jungle air faded and the sights and smells of various flora and fauna faded with it. Mystique remained hunched over on the floor and became disoriented as everything around her became a darkened blur. When it started clearing again, a new setting emerged that was very different from the jungle.
Mystique now found herself in the bedroom of an opulent Bavarian manor. She also noticed that she was no longer hunched over on the floor of a jungle. She was now on a large, king-sized bed with soft red sheets. Around the room, she saw large gothic-style windows draped with thick curtains and rock walls decorated with various Bavarian artwork. It was a far more comfortable surrounding, but the air still had a very hot ominous feel to it. With her hands and feet still bound, Mystique rose up so that she was on her knees and looked around. She was still dazed after being ravaged by Sabretooth, but she was coherent enough to recognize the setting.
“This room...I remember it,” said Mystique.
“You should, my dear,” came another new voice, “This is the room where we conceived our child with such devilish passion!”
Appearing in an all too familiar puff of sulfurous smoke, Azazel appeared at the foot of the bed fully naked and very much aroused. His distinct red skin, long red tail, and devlish complexion that he would later pass onto Kurt was as exotic and alluring as Mystique remembered. Their paths crossed while she had been married to a Bavarian aristocrat. He never enchanted her as much as Azazel and unlike Sabretooth he evoked in her a very different kind of emotion.
“Azazel...” said Mystique distantly, “I know this isn’t real, but damn you anyways for what you did to me.”
“I did nothing but tempt you, Raven. You embraced it without a second thought,” said Azazel.
“You played me and then you left me. I never embraced that.”
“On the contrary,” he quipped, “You had genuine feelings for me. And you know I had feelings for you too. You just assumed you had been betrayed like always because it was easier.”
“You think giving birth to our son and being cast out was easy?”
“You and I both know that the life you had created was ill-suited for you. I gave you a way out and so did Kurt. And aside from the joys of childbirth, you enjoyed every bit of it!”
His deep, menacing tone was so seductive. More waves of feeling coursed through her mind and body. She couldn’t tell if this was another telepathic probe from Emma or if these were real emotions that had been stirred by her memories of Azazel. Such feelings left her both dazed and aroused once more. The throbbing in her lower areas from Sabretooth’s lust had faded and was now replaced with renewed lust.
Azazel’s penetrating gaze never diverted from her as he crawled onto the bed. Like Sabretooth, he took advantage of her bound state and pinned her so that she was on her back. But unlike Sabretooth, he touched her with more affection and care. He slithered up her naked body, trailing his hands all the way up from her feet to her head and inhaling her womanly scent along the way. Once he was fully on top of her, he gently cupped her chin and captured her lips in a deep kiss. Her body practically trembled in his grasp and ached with desire. She needed this in ways that even she didn’t understand.
The lust within Mystique quickly escalated. In feeling his exotic red skin touch with her exotic blue form, she became flushed with arousal. The folds of her vagina were still dripping with arousal, but now it was for all the right reasons. As he kissed her, she felt his hand snake down between her legs. When he lightly grazed over her engorged folds, she let out a sharp gasp that made her desire abundantly clear.
“See?” he said to her, “You wanted this and you enjoyed it. Allow me to remind you why!”
Azazel rose up and positioned himself over her. In a move that surprised her, he grabbed the ropes that had kept her ankles bound and ripped them up. The moment they were freed, he grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs apart so that they were in a spread-eagle position. Now seething with his own burning lust, the demonic figure guided his manhood into her vagina. He wasn’t overly careful, but he wasn’t forceful either. As soon as he was fully inside her, he locked onto her with his penetrating gaze once more and began having sex with her.
“Ohhh! I...I remember this!” Mystique cried out, “It was...so good! Ooh I needed it so bad!”
“And you still do!” grinned Azazel.
The feelings that filled the shape-shifter were the complete opposite of those she experienced with Sabretooth. Azazel didn’t just fuck her. He made love to her in a way that she had never felt before or since. He skillfully glided his body against hers, his pelvis clashing with her hips in a perfect synchronization of flesh. As his hips rocked against hers, he leaned over her and captivated her with his affectionate gaze. His alluring yellow eyes triggered almost as much feeling as their sexual union. There was no mixing of pain and pleasure. There was only a perfect combination of physical and emotional bliss.
The king sized bed rocked to the power of their sex. Mystique kept her bound arms resting above her head, eagerly lifting her hips every time Azazel thrust into her. His moves were smooth, yet fervent. As the sensations escalated, the pace of his movements increased. At times, he leaned over and captured her lips again. This time Mystique kissed back, conveying her inflamed passions. Their lips traversed their face and neck. Azazel even nibbled a bit on her nipples, which he knew she loved.
This profound sexual union wasn’t overly drawn out. Instead, Azazel demonstrated his dominance and control, steadily building up the sensations until the both of them were at the brink of orgasm. He kept kissing and humping the eager shape-shifter, building up the feeling in all the ways he knew she loved. Once they neared her peak, her body started writhing in chaotic fits of lust.
“Ohhh fuck! Azazel...so strong! So intense! Ooh it feels so fucking good!” Mystique cried out.
“Yes! Cum with me, my darling!” Azazel grunted, “Together, we shall make our son!”
It all came together in perfect harmony. Azazel slowed the movement of his hips, making sure he thrust his cock in as deep as it would go. Their bodies now fully insych, Mystique and Azazel shared a powerful climax together. The shape shifter arched her back and let out an impassioned cry of ecstasy. As her vaginal muscles clamped down over her lover’s member, he let out a deep moan as he filled her womb with his hot fluids. White hot pleasure coursed through them both in a profound moment. It was a moment that Mystique had come to savor, yet one she rarely recalled.
‘Moments like these are damn good memories. Most women, myself included, treasure nights like this when we experience the kind of sexual heights that test the body’s limits for ecstasy. Yet you don’t allow yourself to recall these memories. And it’s not just because this night ended with you getting knocked up either. There’s another reason why you don’t cling to good memories, isn’t there? And you know damn well it’s not a very good reason either.’
Emma Frost’s coarse telepathic words almost killed the euphoria that lingered after Mystique’s enchanting recollections of Azazel. She didn’t get a chance to share any additional moments with him or recall the vivid details of the night they had such passionate sex together. The opulent surroundings of the Bavarian manor were already fading and a new setting emerged once again.
This time it wasn’t nearly as elaborate. She was in what appeared to be secluded cabin in the woods, complete with a queen sized bed and a roaring fire in the fireplace. The shape shifter rose up on the bed, her legs now free and her wrists still bound. This didn’t feel like a memory. She never recalled being in a place like this before. Yet it seemed peaceful, as if it were conjured from a set of good memories that she had long since forgotten. Along with those memories came a figure that evoked a range of emotions that she hoped to avoid.
“My darling, Raven...I’ve missed you,” said the deep, caring voice of Irene Adler.
“No! Damn you, Frost! Don’t make me experience this!” Mystique shouted.
“She’s not making you think this. She merely triggered the emotions. What you’re seeing and feeling before you is entirely from your own mind.”
Mystique tried to look away, not wanting to face the presence of the women she failed. But it was no use. Destiny crawled onto the bed with her and embraced her in her arms. She could feel from the hot touch of her skin that she was naked. Her smooth, pale skin was so distinct that Mystique couldn’t possibly forget it. When the shape shifter finally opened her eyes, she saw the distinct gaze of the woman who had been one of the most important figures in her life. Her eyes had a distinct gray hue, a direct result of her mutation. It was in her eyes that she saw the past, present, and future of what she would become.
Destiny didn’t hide from these emotions either. She kept embracing Mystique lovingly, holding her up against her naked body so that their breasts pressed together perfectly and their legs were fully entwined. She trailed her gentle hands down her face and lovingly caressed her naked skin, cupping her breasts and inhaling her scent. She knew this woman’s body so well. She knew all the ways she liked to be touched, regardless of the past or present. And despite the painful emotions, she became aroused again.
She tried to curse Emma again, but such thoughts quickly faded. The feeling of Irene embracing her again filled Mystique with emotions that she thought she would never feel again. She knew this woman was dead and in the real world she had failed her. Yet in her mind, they could share another tender moment.
“Don’t fight this, my love. It only causes you more pain. You need not keep punishing yourself,” Destiny told her.
“But...I failed you, Irene. You died because of me!” Mystique cried.
“I knew how the future was going to play out. You always had faith in my visions. For that reason, you also know in your heart that I never would have kept loving you if I wasn’t content with how it ended.”
“That doesn’t make it right!”
“It doesn’t matter. It was how it had to be. We both had a lifetime of love to cherish with one another. Don’t let how it ended taint all those beautiful moments.”
Destiny silenced the shape shifter from further protest with a deep kiss. The emotions surrounding this woman were still very strong. Ever since she died, those emotions were almost entirely painful. Now she was intent on turning that pain into pleasure.
Mystique found herself laid down on the bed once more, her bound wrists still hovering above her head as Destiny lay down on top of her. Their naked bodies were now fully enmeshed, their breasts pressing together while Destiny deepened their kissing. As their lips and tongues swirled in desperation, she slipped her thigh between Mystique’s legs and began to affectionately grind it against the outer folds of her pussy. Her emotional arousal had since turned into sexual arousal, her soft touching filling her with sensations that tested even her durable form. There was no need to use her shape-shifting to enhance or accommodate the feeling. It was all perfectly genuine and raw.
As the two naked women kissed, their bodies settled into a steady range of sexual motions. Destiny rhythmically slid her thigh up and down between Mystique’s legs, grazing over her moist folds and swollen clit. With each motion, she allowed her body to steadily grind against hers. The sinews of their flesh became perfectly entwined. Passionate gasps soon turned into desperate moans. It wasn’t overwhelming like it was with Sabretooth or Azazel. It was a unique kind of bliss that mixed the right kind of emotions with the right kind of pleasure.
This harmonious sexual rhythm soon became more desperate. Mystique hooked her right leg around her lover’s thigh, allowing their womanhoods to mesh more effectively. She also kissed her with more passion, no longer holding back her emotions. Everything that she never had a chance to express to Irene before her death came gushing out in this release of passion and sex.
“That’s it, my dear Raven! Embrace this feeling with me!” Destiny urged.
She continued to pleasure Mystique in a way that few could ever hope to. She eventually slowed down, ensuring she didn’t overwhelm her lover. Destiny managed to break away from Mystique’s impassioned kissing and slither down her body once more. As the shape shifter caught her breath, Destiny parted her lover’s legs further so that they were arched over her shoulders. She then began to skillfully lick and tease Mystique’s pussy, using her soft hands to gently part her engorged folds. Since she knew her exotic body so well, she was able to stimulate her in all the right ways.
“Ooh Irene! My friend...my love!” Mystique cried out.
“So you do remember. I remember too,” she said softly.
Mystique’s exotic body contorted more erratically as hot shots of pleasure surged up through her core. She felt Destiny lick over her swollen clit while fingering her inner vagina with her hands, stimulating the G-spot that so few lovers had ever reached. It intensified the feeling and rapidly drew her towards another orgasm.
Destiny orally teased her lover until she sensed she was close. She kept licking and stimulating her until just the right moment when she was about to get her release. When that moment came, she got back on top of her. However, she kept a hand down between her legs while rubbing her own folds against her thighs. All the touching and high emotions had aroused her greatly as well and she was also close to an orgasm. But her focus was on making sure Mystique had the best one between them because she clearly needed it more.
“Ohhh I’m close! Harder Irene! Please! I...I want it so bad!”
“No Raven...you need this,” said Destiny in a deep yet tender tone.
She made one last push so they could share this feeling together. Destiny moved her naked body against Mystique’s again, this time with more fervor to help send them both over the edge. She also kept fingering Mystique’s folds, ensuring maximum stimulation. It didn’t take long for her to reach her climax.
When the feeling washed over her, the shape shifter arched her lower back and cried out in an emotional euphoria. Tears actually formed in her eyes as the orgasmic sensations coursed through her. It was a rare show of emotion from a woman so hardened by a life of deception. This show of emotion seemed to help Destiny have her orgasm as well. Mystique looked up into her lover’s exotic white eyes, watching as her face contorted to the ecstasy. They each felt hot fluids flow out from their wet folds, creating a mix of passion and pleasure that was unique only to them.
Mystique would have preferred to linger in this moment for as long as possible. Unlike her experiences with Sabretooth and Azazel, being with Destiny evoked a special kind of emotion. She hadn’t felt these emotions in a long time. She had gone out of her way to avoid them. Yet feeling them again helped put the emotions of the past into context with emotions from the present.
‘I’m actually impressed, Mystique. You do have a capacity to love and share love. I know from my own experience how easy it is to negate such a skill. Even if there is a certain level of sorrow that comes along with such feelings, it’s a skill worth having. And I think Destiny knew that better than you did.’
“I don’t doubt her. She’s the only one I never doubted,” said Mystique, still clinging to Destiny’s naked body in the aftermath of their orgasms.
‘Yet you doubt yourself in that regard. And I suppose that brings us full circle.’
The vivid imagery around Mystique faded again. It started with the cabin and the soft bed she was lying on. Destiny was the last to fade. She remained on top of her, embracing her affectionately until she too faded as well.
“Irene...” said Mystique distantly.
“Don’t forget this time, Raven,” said Destiny as her body faded into a ghostly form, “Don’t let what we shared in the past taint your future. I may not be able to see it anymore, but I can say with confidence that you’ve much to cherish.”
Her affectionate words resonated even after she disappeared. It didn’t matter if they were just echos from memories of the woman she once knew. They still embodied the same sentiment that Destiny had conveyed to her on so many occasions. Since her death, she hadn’t heeded those words to say the least. She only became more bitter, looking for more reasons to hate the world and all those around her.
Now the world around her was dark and obscure again. She was back on what felt like the hard floor of the Hades chamber. Her legs were now freed, but she was still on her knees with her wrists bound. Emma appeared before her once more and stood over her. The shape shifter offered no more defiance at this point. She neither had the desire nor the capacity at this point.
“I’ve weaved my way through many twisted minds before. I wish I could tell you that yours is uniquely demented, but that would only negate the point I’m trying to make here,” said Emma, still speaking in an authoritative tone.
“And what point would that be?” said Mystique flatly.
“That you’re not as deranged as you think you are. You’re just a bitter old woman who looks for excuses to become more bitter. That is what has led you to this path of self-destruction. Your betrayal with the Marauders was merely the latest. And given how accustomed you’ve become with such bitterness, it leaves me with one simple question. Are you willing to swallow your pride and repent by whatever means necessary?”
Mystique looked up at the former White Queen with a mix of sorrow and scorn. This woman had dug deep into her mind and stripped away at the bitter shell she had built up over the years. It was painful, overwhelming, and a little humiliating. However, it revealed to her an unpleasant truth. And in the face of so much betrayal, there was only one recourse.
“Yes...I’m willing,” was all she said.
“Then allow the X-men to be the first to cleanse you of your burden,” said Emma as she eagerly cracked her whip, “I think you’ll find our methods unorthodox in some ways, but merciful in others!”
The shape shifter didn’t bother trying to figure out what Emma meant. She figured she would get her answer soon enough. Another sting in her head gave her a clear indication of what she was in for and this time she didn’t struggle with it. She was prepared to accept whatever this devious woman had in store for her.
Her surroundings remained dark and disoriented. From these wavy surroundings, a group of new figures emerged. Mystique looked up to see a group of X-men standing before her. They included Scott, Warren, Logan, Alex, Remy, Piotr, Jamie, Namor, and Warpath. Domino and Betsy were also with them. They all stood fully naked, staring at her with the cold leer of someone who had been betrayed. She also saw a strange glow in their eyes. It looked like another trick from Emma’s telepthy, but for all she knew it was her own mind tormenting her.
She offered now scold or defiance this time as they all surrounded her. She just looked up at them, her wrists still bound and her demeanor still defeated. She noticed the men were getting aroused watching her like this. It was pathetic, yet appropriate.
“So you’re finally ready to make up for all the shit you’ve done to the X-men,” sneered Wolverine.
“For once, I don’t mind you sounding so smug about it,” muttered Mystique.
“Faining humility won’t make your atonement any easier, Mystique,” said Scott sternly.
“I don’t want it to be easy. I know how this is going to play out. Do what you need to do with me.”
The men all sneered while the women grinned in anticipation. They all exchanged glances and nodded. They knew how this was going to play out as well and in a coordinated effort, they began to gangbang Mystique.
It started with Scott and Warren. As two of the original X-men, they were among the first to incur her wrath. So it was fitting that they got to go first. Warren got in front of her and shoved his erect cock into her mouth while Scott got behind her and shoved his cock into her pussy. After all the orgasms she had previously, her pussy was still dripping with fluid so they were able to smoothly work their way into her and establish a rough sexual rhythm. They both alternated between Scott thrusting into her pussy and Warren shoving his member into her mouth. Together, they rocked the shape shifter’s body, fucking her hard and fast until they each climaxed inside her.
But they didn’t linger. Shortly after they finished emptying their load inside her, they pulled out so that Alex and Remy could fuck her next. Remy got behind her like Scott had done, but this time he thrust his dick into her ass while Alex pulled Mystique up a bit so that he could tit-fuck her. The two men rocked her naked body with the same vigor as Scott and Alex. They were rough, focused, and intent with each motion. Alex even pulled her hair while Remy slapped her ass, grinning and grunting until they climaxed as well. But Mystique continued to offer no protest. She only let out a series of deep grunts as she felt more fluid fill her insides and spill on her face.
Once Alex and Remy had finished, Piotr and Warpath stepped in. As two of the X-men’s strongmen, they were inclined to use their strength as they kept the gangbang going. They each lifted Mystique up into their arms and held her between them. They then lowered her down so that Piotr’s dick filled her pussy and Warpath’s dick filled her ass. Using their powerful arms, they bounced the shape-shifter up and down their hardened cocks. They were each fairly large too so they stretched her insides more than the others. As she bounced up and down their dicks, sharp sensations of pleasure and pain surged through her body. Despite all the sex she had beforehand, her body still ached for another sexual release. As these two powerful men gripped her naked flesh so firmly, she let out another desperate cry as she had an orgasm.
“Ohhh fuck!” she exclaimed, “Don’t stop! Do it to me! Help me...atone!”
“Don’t enjoy this too much, bitch!” grunted Warpath.
“But not too little either,” grinned Piotr.
The two muscular men fucked her harder, now bending their legs as they bounced her up and down a few more times before they got their climax as well. Piotr came first. He slipped his hands down to her thighs and pushed them apart so he could get in as deep as he could when he released his load inside her. Warpath took took advantage of this by reaching around and grasping Mystique’s breasts as he released his load into her ass a few moments later. Between being filled with more fluid and having another orgasm, Mystique was already short of breath. But they didn’t let up.
After Piotr and Warpath set her down, Jamie stepped in. He stood over the shape shifter for a moment and watched as she caught her breath while fluid streamed out of her holes. She looked up at him with a gaze that indicated she was ready to accept more and he was more than equipped to give it to her.
“Luckily (or unluckily) for you, I don’t need help to fuck all your holes,” he said with a wry grin.
Jamie snapped his fingers and created two duplicates. Then with perfect coordination, all three of them fucked her at once. One got on his back while the other pulled Mystique up and set her on top of him. As the Jamie under her thrust up into her pussy, the Jamie behind thrust back into her ass while the Jamie in front shoved his dick back into her mouth. All three of them proceeded to slither their dicks within her, their motions moving in perfect harmony. The triple penetration overwhelmed Mystique with more sensations. She closed her eyes and braced herself as Jamie fucked her nice and hard. When he climaxed, all three of them climaxed simultaneously and filled each of her holes with a fresh stream of seminal fluid. The shape shifter moaned as she soaked up every drop, her pelvis and jaw now throbbing from so much sex. Yet she continued to endure more.
Once Jamie pulled out of her and his duplicates dissolved, Mystique rolled over so that she was on her back again. She was able to gather herself for a brief moment, allowing some of the fluids to spill out of her. She had barely recovered before she opened her eyes to see the imposing figure of Namor standing over her.
“Namor needs no help to have sex with a woman either,” said the Atlantean king, “He needs no theatrics either.”
Namor exercised his royal authority, grabbing Mystique’s bound wrists and placing them over her head as he got on top of her. He got between her legs, forcing them apart as he guided his manhood into her dripping wet pussy. When he thrust into her, he made sure he rocked her body extra hard. Mystique gasped sharply in response. Whereas the others fucked her hard and fast, Namor made an effort to make each thrust into her more focused and strong. It caused her body to contort harder each time his dick probed her depths. It also shifted the pleasure/pain balance in favor of pleasure. Even after being penetrated in multiple holes, Namor was still able to fill her blissful sensations. Those sensations escalated as he skillfully worked his naked body up and down hers. They culminated in another orgasm for the shape shifter. And as soon as Namor sensed her vaginal muscles tense around his, he stepped up the pace until he climaxed inside her as well.
Namor lingered over the dazed shape-shifter for a moment, noting the intoxicated daze that now dominated her face. The others noticed it as well. It was a look Emma Frost recognized very well. The intoxication of sexual euphoria was mixing with the intoxication of atonement. Yet given Mystique’s deceptive nature, they weren’t ready to accept it just yet.
Once Namor rose up off her, Logan stepped up for his turn. Like Namor, no one else joined him. But as he hovered over her naked, cum-drenched body, he adopted a different demeanor. Having had an intimate history with this woman, he wasn’t going to make it easy for her.
“You and me have screwed each other over before and sometimes we’ve just screwed,” Logan said to her, “This time, there ain’t no scheme or mission. And I ain’t given you a chance to turn this into one!”
“I wouldn’t expect you to, Wolverine,” said Mystique through her daze.
Snarling with predatory lust, the feral mutant abandoned any remaining restraint. He grabbed Mystique by the hips and roughly flipped her over so that she was on her hands and knees. Then with both feet firmly planted on the floor, he thrust his rigid cock into her still dripping ass. Once inside her, he took the opposite approach that Namor took. He aggressively hammered into her in a rapid succession of thrusts, his pelvis pounding hard against her ass and roughly rocking her hips. It was so hard that Mystique couldn’t support herself with her arms. At one point he pushed down on her back so that her face was grinding against the hard floor. It was a hard, aggressive fuck that lasted longer than the others. Since they both had healing factors, Logan pushed the limits of her body beyond traditional limits. And unlike their previous sexual encounters, Mystique never made an effort to take the initiative.
The feral sounds of snarling, grunting, and moaning filled the chamber. Logan seemed to vent a great deal of pent up frustration on Mystique as he fucked her. He slammed his dick into her hard and fast, caring little about causing her pleasure or pain. Their naked flesh clashed in what quickly became a true test of sexual endurance for the both of them. The pleasure/pain dynamic shifted again, this time in favor of pain. Mystique gritted her teeth and braced herself as Logan kept ravaging her. It was hard to tell how long it lasted. But when Logan finally climaxed, he let out a triumphant howl. In filling her with his manly fluids, their history of resentment and deceit seemed to culminate. In a way it was fitting, even if it was uncomfortable for the shape shifter.
Logan lingered a bit, keeping his dick buried in Mystique’s ass until he emptied every last drop of fluid. Once he pulled out, Mystique rolled onto her back to catch her breath again. At this point her body was drenched in sweat and seminal fluids. She remained in a daze, lost in the mix of pleasure and pain of atoning for her betrayal. Even with her durable form, she was getting pretty exhausted at this point. But even though she had been fucked by every man at this point, there was still some penance to be shared.
“I think she’s had more than her share of dick at this point,” commented Domino.
“I agree,” said Betsy with a mischievious grin, “What say you, Emma? Is she ready to share some of her atonement with the opposite sex?”
“Why not? I didn’t bring my whip to the party just for show!” said the former White Queen.
Domino and Betsy shared a naughty sneer before pouncing on the dazed shape shifter. They weren’t as aggressive as Logan, but they weren’t gentle either. Domino grabbed Mystique by her bound arms and pulled her up so that she was in a sitting position. She then got behind her and reached around to roughly fondle her breasts. As she did this, Betsy positioned herself on the floor so that her legs and Mystique’s became entwined in a scissors-like position. This allowed their moistened outer folds to rub together in a blissful mesh. Betsy took advantage of her ninja-trained flexibility so that she could really grind against her nice and hard. Between the rubbing against her pussy and the squeezing of her breasts, Mystique was now flooded with new sensations.
Pain once again shifted to pleasure for the shape shifter. Domino quickly discovered that Mystique really liked having her breasts squeezed. She even got her to let out light moans of bliss when she pinched her nipples. This actually pushed her to the brink of another orgasm, thanks to Betsy’s effective movements. So much hard grinding against her pussy also got Betsy close to an orgasm as well. The two women kept grinding together until they were ready to climax. Mystique was ready to have hers first, but then Emma Frost stepped in.
“The pain of punishment...the ecstasy of forgiveness,” she said as she prepared her whip, “It’s never been more fitting!”
The former White Queen waited for just the right moment when Mystique climaxed. As soon as she let out her orgasmic cries, she struck her with the whip along the abdomen. The sudden sting startled the shape-shifter, but not enough to overshadow the surge of orgasmic sensations. More pain mixed with pleasure, creating a unique mix of sensations that further overwhelmed the shape shifter. The sharp contortions of her body to these sensations helped Betsy get her orgasm as well.
“Mmm...fitting indeed!” moaned Betsy as she threw her head back in ecstasy.
A reddish welt formed on Mystique’s core. As soon as Betsy pulled away from her, Mystique struck her again along the legs and thighs. The shape shifter winced at each blow, but did not protest or try to avoid them. After so much sex and so many orgasms, she was too dazed. She couldn’t keep absorbing this lustful onslaught for much longer so Domino and Emma made sure to take full advantage of this rare gesture of submission from Mystique.
“You’re a tough and durable, Mystique. I find that incredibly hot, but even the best of us have limits,” said Domino in an deep tone, “So here’s the deal...you eat my pussy out until I cum and Emma will keep whipping you until you finish. The longer it takes you, the more lashings you get!”
“Sounds...fair,” said Mystique dryly.
“Expect neither fairness nor mercy at this point, Raven!” said Emma as she gripped her whip intently, “You want us to believe you? Give us a damn good reason!”
Emma struck her again on the shoulder to add further incentive. Mystique resisted the urge to scold Emma and shifted her focus to pleasuring Domino. She turned over so that she was on her hands and knees again, her still dripping ass now facing Emma and her whip. Domino eagerly spread her legs and held them apart so Mystique could effectively bury her face within her womanly folds. Emma struck her with her whip again, this time right on her butt. This motivated Mystique to orally tease Domino’s folds with great urgency and such urgency added an extra bit of exhilaration to the feeling.
It was a test of both endurance and focus. Mystique tried to maintain a heated level of oral teasing while Emma kept whipping her, skillfully smacking the leather tip around her ass and back. More red welts formed on her blue skin, each throbbing from the lingering sting. Domino didn’t make it easy for her either. Even though her pussy became quite moist while fondling her, she didn’t climax easy. Even though Mystique thoroughly licked around her clitoris and probed her hot inner folds, she couldn’t bring her to orgasm. For all she knew, Domino was holding back so Emma could whip her longer. Even if that was the case, she didn’t let up. She kept eating Domino out while shutting out the sting of Emma’s whips, which became more forceful the longer she took.
By the time Domino finally drew near her peak, Mystique’s back and lower body was covered in red welts. Emma actually seemed to be getting some sort of sexual gratification from doing it, which gave the shape shifter even more incentive to finish. She kept aggressively licking Domino’s pussy, listening as her moans became more vocal. The sound of the whip clashing with Mystique’s flesh became louder as well.
“Ooh you’re almost there, Mystique!” Domino cried out, “I’m close! Just a little bit longer!”
“And a little bit harder!” seethed Emma as she whipped Mystique again.
Mystique groaned as she remained immersed in Domino’s pussy. Domino began fondling her breasts as the feeling approached, enjoying the rough urgency with which Mystique ate her out. When she finally climaxed, Emma made sure to whip Mystique one last time on her butt. In addition, Domino squirted so that her feminine fluid spilled all over Mystique’s face. It culminated in a powerful feeling of pleasure and pain. Both Emma and Domino were deeply satisfied with their roles. For Mystique, however, the feeling was more profound.
An eerie silence fell over the chamber as Emma set her whip aside and Domino pulled away. Mystique was now both exhausted, dazed, and covered in a mix of sexual fluids. Both her head and body were reeling, sore from so much sex and from Emma’s whip. She was so drained that she could only roll over onto her side so she could collect herself and process what had just transpired.
She did something that she never thought she would ever do. She swallowed her pride and submitted herself to a group of people that she often considered her enemies. It had been decadent, degrading, and strenuous. Yet at the same time it was liberating. For once, she didn’t try to make excuses or rationalize her transgressions. She faced them directly and she endured them. There was a special kind of satisfaction in such an act that went beyond penance or mere sexual gratification.
Emma was not easily impressed when it came to elaborate sex acts, but Mystique demonstrated uncanny resilience. She sifted through her mind and dissected the very essence of what made her tick, yet she didn’t shut it out or try to justify it. As someone who had done her share of betrayal, Emma saw in this woman a certain level of sincerity that wasn’t easily matched.
“I think I’ve made my point, Mystique. And you’ve made yours,” said Emma as she stood over the dazed shape shifter, “I admit I was skeptical about your ability to see this through. I’m glad you proved me wrong. It saves us the trouble of interrupting our little orgy to contain you.”
“So you weren’t inconvenienced. Good for you,” she muttered.
“Don’t start getting bitter again, darling. I don’t think you want to have to go through this again even if some of us certainly wouldn’t mind doing so.”
“I’m not bitter...for once. I’m relieved...amongst other things,” said Mystique as she sighed in contentment, “I’ve finally proven myself in a way that was as extensive as it was degrading. That means if you or my kids don’t accept it, then you’re officially the bad guys now.”
“Only you could take an act of penance and turn it into something self-serving,” said Emma, rolling her eyes.
“Just because I’m exceedingly dedicated in proving my sincerity doesn’t mean I’ll conduct myself differently amongst allies and enemies.”
“I appreciate the brutal honestly,” said Emma, rolling her eyes, “I think you’ll find the X-men are quite forgiving when it comes to such arrogant personality quirks.”
“I suppose you would know,” quipped Mystique with a half-grin.
“With that in mind, I think there’s something you should know about one of my personality quirks as well,” said the former White Queen as she bent down and undid the restraints on Mystique’s wrists, “While I may not be merciful when it comes to pursuing my lustful appetites, I do share the X-men’s uncanny capacity for mercy.”
“A little late for mercy, don’t you think?” grunted Mystique, still winching from her welts.
“Not as late as you assume,” said Emma ominously.
Mystique felt another strange feeling in her head, indicating another telepathic trick from Emma. This time, however, was very different. Instead of another psychic illusion, the shape shifter felt her psychic shields being rebuilt. Emma Frost was willingly leaving her mind and putting back the shields she broke. In doing so the full extent of her psychic illusion was revealed.
First, the chamber became a lot less dark. Apparently, the ambiance was apparently part of the illusion. Second, she noticed that the X-men that had gangbanged her had disappeared. They had been standing behind Emma in a strange silence, but now they effectively vanished before their eyes. As they vanished, the fluids they smothered her with vanished as well. She noticed that her pussy, ass, and face were no longer dripping with anything aside from her own fluids. The welts from the whippings were still there, but the rest of her body felt less strained than she suspected. All the hard fucking and multiple penetrations, it seemed, were all in her head.
It only became clear when the final illusion behind Emma faded and revealed that this elaborate act of personal deconstruction had an audience. The X-men had watched the whole ordeal. Scott, Jean, Bobby, Warren, Logan, Alex, Remy, Piotr, Warpath, Ororo, Kitty, Lorna, Betsy, Jubilee, Domino, Namor, and Multiple all sat on a row of chairs and cots that had been set up along the back wall. From the looks of it, they all enjoyed the spectacle. Some even had snacks so they could eat while they watched. It was like an elaborate sex show for them, which also allowed them to witness Mystique in this rare moment of vulnerability. In some ways that was more astonishing than the sex.
“You put on quite a show, Mystique,” commented Kitty Pryde, “And for once without the aid of deception.”
“For a while there I actually thought I was broadcasting the wrong psychic images to everyone’s mind,” said Jean Grey, “But according to the power of the Phoenix, everything I sensed was genuine. And everyone here sensed it too.”
“Guess a few folks owe Remy twenty bucks now,” snickered Remy, who had been nibbling on some snacks.
“So...you saw everything?” said Mystique in a bemused and somewhat embarrassed tone.
“Don’t look so mortified,” said Domino, rolling her eyes, “We at least made sure Kurt and Rogue weren’t here to see it.”
“Yeah, that would have just been too awkward even with this ritual,” chuckled Jubilee.
“Still, I bet the New Mutants would have loved to see this!” said Lorna.
“Their loss,” shrugged Alex, “Monet and the Cuckoos wanted to teach them another lesson. I’m sure they’ll get the highlights later.”
“The fact you all are so obscenely casual about this is incredibly disconcerting,” said Mystique dryly.
“Think of it this way, darling...we could’ve done a lot worse with you. Hell, I actually voted we do that,” said Logan in a more serious tone.
“Thankfully, it wasn’t up to you. Or me for that matter,” said Ororo.
“But Iceman said he believed you,” Logan went on, “He asked that we give you a chance to prove you didn’t betray us just for the hell of it. I hate how right he was in the end, but I saw it as clearly as everyone else. But don’t expect me or anyone else to like it.”
Mystique looked over towards Bobby, who hadn’t stopped smiling. She took a chance on him when they first hooked up. Now he had returned the favor and at a critical moment as well. Because of him, she was able to confront her kids and some old demons as well. It happened in a very lurid and unorthodox way, but in the end it worked. Because of that, she found herself smiling back at him and the rest of the X-men.
“Like it or not, I think Mystique has earned a round of applause and the benefit of the doubt, at least for now,” said Emma, who was still standing besides the shape shifter.
“Agreed,” said Scott, “But don’t let it go to your head.”
“Oh don’t worry. I won’t...not this time,” said the shape shifter.
The X-men all clapped. Mystique endured their scrutiny and their lusts. She had earned a chance to make up for her betrayal and her many other transgressions. In some ways she had a much longer path ahead of her compared to Emma Frost, but at least she was on her way. And this ritual provided a more pleasant and enjoyable means of taking those first steps.
“Well, now that we’ve resolved this unexpected interruption, I presume we can get back to enjoying our ritual orgy,” said Emma, “I also presume you’ll want to get back to Sinister before he becomes overly suspicious, Mystique.”
“I most certainly could. I probably should,” said Mystique playfully, “But I can afford to stick around and contribute so to speak. That is, of course, if you all don’t mind an extra guest.”
“You’re testing our trust pretty early, aren’t you?” said Ororo.
“You do know you’ll have to keep your psychic shields down at the very least, right?” said Jean.
“Lower my shields and make myself vulnerable in exchange for more decadent sex...sounds like a fair trade,” said Mystique with a sultry grin.
They had a feeling this might happen. Mystique got a taste of this ritual and now she wanted more. Jean, Betsy, and Emma exchanged glances. They all confirmed that the shape shifter had lowered her shields. She was serious about this. She was going to join in this ritual as well. They all saw that this woman had a taste for decadence and thrills. Now she was prepared to indulge with them while also making up for her betrayal.
“Oh boy, I’m sure Kurt and Rogue will love hearing this,” said Jamie with a snicker.
“They’ll get over it. For what they’ve done, they damn well ought to,” scoffed Namor.
“Let me worry about how to handle my kids. I’ll deal with them when the time was right,” Mystique retorted, “For now, I’ve got some catching up to do with this ritual of yours. And rest assured, I intend to make the most of it!”

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