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Helix

Chapter 3

Hank McCoy slipped into the darkness of his quarters. The hall was barely lit, moonlight streaming through the windows was the only illumination, but it was enough to keep him nervous. He didn�t like prowling about the X-Mansion at night, he knew he would scare the pants off some underclassman one day, but he also couldn�t afford to get caught in this rather compromising position. As a teacher, if he were caught in the company of his half-naked space alien patient by a student, it could be more than enough to get his educator�s license revoked, if not his medical one as well.

Savant didn�t seem troubled by it in the slightest. Hank had wrapped her in the tatters of a training uniform and lab coat before they left the basement. She wasn�t modestly dressed but it was more then enough for to cover her. He was in no danger. Besides she worked out the odds in her head. As long as they didn�t do anything stupid, they wouldn�t get caught. Why a smart man such as Henry didn�t realize that, she could not know, but now that they were safely inside his bedroom there was no longer any reason to ponder.

The door clicked shut and the light switch was flicked. Hank breathed a sigh of relief as they reached the safety of his room without incident. He immediately felt more like his good humored self. "Welcome to my abode," he announced while bowing deeply. "Please make yourself comfortable."

"Very well." Savant said as she untied her makeshift nightdress. Again she stood stark naked in front of him. Again he averted his eyes. Hank�s shoulders slouched as he looked away. It seemed almost a posture of defeat. His tongue was tied. Once again, Savant enjoyed the effect her naked body had on him. It simultaneously unsettled and excited him. He handed control of the situation over to her with his loss of speech and the growing bulge in his shorts. The only problem was it put her in a position to dictate the course of the evening.

Her eyes scanned the room. It was a bit of a mess, with numerous books and papers strewn about in a haphazard fashion. It seemed the domicile of a packrat, and a messy one at that. Upon closer inspection she noticed that he had instituted his own eclectic filing system to organize the piles of books and stapled papers. One jumble of papers all bared the seal of the Center for Disease Control. Books were stacked by order of subject and publication date. In his madness, there was a method. Furniture was sparse. A bed, a chair, desk and bookshelf were the only traditional furnishing; but she was sure the interconnecting series of pipes and rails on the ceiling provided a similar function. For anyone else she would have frowned at the sight of this place, but for him it seemed right.

"I like your room, Henry." She spoke flatly, "It is very much an extension of yourself."

"Thank you, Savant." He responded nervously, trying to be careful at what his eyes were looking at.

Even a �cold fish� such as Savant had her limits. She shoved him backward, and from his crouched position he tumbled onto the bed.

"Look at me Henry." She demanded. He nervously looked up. "We have already had sex. Your shyness is endearing and also ludicrous." She knelt on the bed next to him and forcibly grabbed his semi-erect cock. "I want you to look at me. I know you enjoy doing it. You anatomy does not lie."

Hank�s eyes glimpsed her nakedness and looked toward the ceiling. "Sav-"

She put her finger over his mouth, preventing him from speaking. "When you look away it makes me feel like you are ashamed of me." She took her finger away. Her face was slightly flushed with anger. He had to swallow before he could speak.

"It�s not you," he started, trying to find the right words. "It�s me."

She looked at him, the unearthly patience returned to her eyes.

He held his hands up before her, showing her his new self. "Ever since I�ve devolved I�ve gradually felt like less and less of a man. I more resemble something from a nature video than a respectable scientist." He looked at her with his gold-rimmed eyes, hot tears formed in the corners. "I�m slowly turning into an animal. I don�t trust myself. I get impulses when I look at you, powerful ones. Downstairs I basically raped you-"

"I wanted that." She cut him off before he could go farther down that road. "I wanted that and you needed it."

"I would have done it regardless," Hank cut her off with a growl, looking away again. "I�m not myself. I leapt at the chance of helping you because if I could determine how your genetic traits were spliced I may be able to repeat the process. Stop the degradation of my and your brains with a similar treatment." He looked at her, dead serious. "I�m not the humanitarian you think I am." He swallowed hard, his nose wrinkled with the conflicting emotions. "I�m using you."

Savant was stunned, her mouth hung open and her businesslike demeanor was completely absent. She did not know what to say. Her brain analyzed and told her that he was most likely telling the truth.

Hank turned his head, jaw clenched tightly. "I�m making a habit of disgusting myself lately."

* * * * *
Aura went trough the medicine cabinet. In the movies, that was always where they hid the good stuff, (unless it was a crime story, in which case the �good stuff� would be in the toilet tank). She wanted to give Jubilation the best rub down she could but Aura was not too familiar with Earthly ointments and balms (in Coconut Grove they had stopped showing commercials decades ago, the products were not available and the ads tended to be boring).

She lined up the most likely things on the sink, a colorful collection of squishy plastic bottles and odd little tubes. While the Ben Gay package said it was for deep muscle injuries, Pepto-Bismol tasted much better. She couldn�t overlook the slipperiness of the Preparation H or the warm, tingly sensation of the Tiger Balm. The Blistex, Oxy-Cream and Neosporin didn�t impress her. Finally she settled on a small blue jar and headed toward the door.

Aura cracked the door to take a little peek, hoping to catch Jubes in a desirable state of undress. Instead she found the former mutant standing an inch away from her face.

"Hiya Aura." She said cheerily with a drunken grin. Aura took a step back, startled by what she saw. Jubilee had stripped to her underwear, a mismatch green bra and white panties. Jubilee pushed the door open all the way and leaned against the doorframe. Maybe a sip of whiskey was left in the bottle she lightly held by the neck. "You were taking so long I thought you fell in."

She reeked of cheap whiskey and broken expectations. Aura had seen some people on benders, and it looked like her new friend was in the middle of a hard one. Her eyes were half-closed, she had a sultry smile on her face, but something else was setting of a warning light inside Aura�s brain.

"I�m good," Aura stammered, nodding her head while back peddling into the recess. "It took me a while to find to find some massage oil."

Jubilee looked at the jar in the alien�s hand. "Vaseline?" Her eyebrows raised in surprise. "You want to go anal on me too?"

"What?" Aura�s back hit the wall. Jubilee pressed forward, cornering the orange-haired between the toilet and shower. She dropped the mostly empty bottle and stood close enough to make the hybrid nervous.

"That�s what all this is about isn�t it?" Jubilee leaned against her, pressing their foreheads together and staring into her eyes. "The booze, the massage, making me feel liberated. You�re seducing me aren�t you?"

Aura�s lip quivered, she wanted to deny it. Jubilee wasn�t relenting.

"Consider me seduced." She laughed an evil little laugh and pressed herself onto Aura. "Let�s skip the playful touching, I�d rather jump right to the sex."

She pressed her lips against Aura�s, tasting the fruity lip-gloss. Aura tried not to respond. Something about this actually scared her. Jubilee�s opened her mouth, trying to part Aura�s lips with her tongue. The girl kept her teeth clenched.

Jubilee wrapped her arms around her and whispered into her ear. "Its okay. I want this."

Aura pulled back and looked at her. "This doesn�t seem like you."

Jubilee smirked. "I�ve never had the best luck with men. Maybe I�ll be better off with women."

"I thought you said you where straight?"

Jubilee pulled back, frustration reddened her cheeks. "Don�t get all emotional about this, I�m just a lay!"

Aura�s eyes narrowed, "Jubilee, you are not �just a� anything."

"Yes I am." There was an angry silence for a long moment. Jubilee snatched the bottle and raised it to her lips.

"I think you�ve had enough of that." Aura let the concern bleed into her anger. "You don�t seem like yourself."

Jubilee gulped the last of the whiskey and panted for air as her mouth burned. "Maybe I�m trying to reinvent myself?" She wiped a stubborn tear and sniffled, refusing to cry. "Can�t we just get on with my dyke-ification?"

Aura crossed her arms, glaring at her friend. The standoff lasted a full minute. They stared at each other. You could cut the tension with a knife.

Finally, Jubilee flinched. "I just want to feel wanted." She mumbled as she headed out the door. Retreating to the bedroom she picked her clothes off the floor and began to dress.

By the time she had her shorts on, Aura crept up behind her. Softly she touched her on the shoulder, "Jubes, this whole thing about the massage� I just wanted you to feel special."

Jubilee looked over her shoulder, lip quivering.

* * * * *
With his eyes shut, Hank couldn�t see the way Savant was looking at him. He could imagine it, eyes simmering with a newfound hate and mouth slightly open, gawking in disgust. At least she respected him enough to stew in silence. Hank had laid his cards out, hiding nothing from his erstwhile lover and guinea pig. He imagined his cold black heart spilling in front of her; he�d have to apologize for making such a mess. Of all the dubious, unethical things he�d ever done, this was clearly the worst. Savant had every right to be furious with him, and her cold silence was scarring his soul.

That is until his eyes shot open and his pupils narrowed, gazing at the ceiling in a �thousand-yard stare�. The new sensation that swept over him prevented thought, prevented action. He struggled to remember to breathe. It happened so suddenly that his nervous system froze.

Hank looked down. Savant�s head bobbed up and down in his lap, the sensation invaded and intoxicated his brain. With one hand she�d pried his shorts down, the other held his member steady. The naked Amazon took him into her mouth, tongue and lungs providing additional stimulation.

"Savant�" Hank gasped. "What are you doing?"

She stopped momentarily, letting it drop out of her mouth. "I believe the polite term is �fellatio�." She never turned her head, never looked at him. She simply spoke in her matter-of-fact voice and returned to the task at hand. Hank gasped as he felt himself harden anew.

"Stop. Please." He halfheartedly begged. "I�m just using you."

She stopped. Again she didn�t look at him. "Am I not using you? Am I not abusing your trust and charity?" She plunged downward, drawing back long and hard, applying as much suction as she could while she massaged him with her tongue. He felt like he was going to explode.

She stopped, pulling it out with an audible �pop�. "Tell me one thing Henry."

"What�s that?"

"Do you like Tchaikovsky?" Savant asked coldly.

Hank was stunned. Finally he blurted "What does that have to do with anything?"

She opened her mouth. He leaned his head back and couldn�t help but smile as she hummed "The 1812 Overture". Hank developed a new appreciation the combination of Tchaikovsky and Lewinski.

* * * * *
Jubilee melted. She sank as deep as she could into the bed. The shower curtain was not the most comfortable comforter, but the unadulterated joy emanating from her back superceded all discomfort. As far as she was concerned, Aura�s hands were made of gold.

For the first time in what seemed like months, Jubilation Lee actually found herself relaxing. With magic fingers working on her neck and shoulders, she let herself go. She didn�t worry about what tomorrow was going to bring. She didn�t care if she never had closure with Logan. Aura took her worries away with well-applied pressure and delicate manipulations. She groaned into the plastic covering.

Aura smiled. Normally she had to work a lot harder to make a woman make that noise, Jubilee was easier than she thought. Her new friend was more then a little tipsy but not completely shit-faced, that was probably one of the reasons her muscles were so relaxed. With a little working her neck and shoulders became positively supple. Jubilee was literally putty in her hands.

She worked her way downwards, focusing on the connecting tissue between the back and shoulders. Jubilee let out another groan of appreciation. As the straps got in her away, Aura unhooked the bra and gently brushed it aside. Jubilee made no move to resist, simply enjoying the ride of sensation.

Most of Jubilee�s tension was focussed along her spine, crimping the vertebrae and forcing her to hunch over and slouch. She could tell how down on herself Jubilee was by which muscles were tight and which were relaxed. Aura saw she had her work cut out for her.

Jubilee couldn�t resist the urge to stretch, leaning up on her elbows and listening to her spine crack. Peeking behind her she spied the look of shock on Aura�s face. Apparently no one had done that to her before. Jubilee smirked and tossed the unfastened bra and its uncomfortable under-wire away. "Keep going, magic hands." She purred as encouragement as she lay back down. "I�m liking this a lot."

Aura continued, lightly suggesting the muscles on Jubilation�s spine to loosen up. As they did her subject sank into the mattress again. Aura loved having that effect on her; Jubilee was sweet, funny and willing to experiment, all of which she found most attractive. If only she had some coke to loosen her up even more�

Aura worked her way into the small of Jubilee�s back. Most of the tension had retreated down this way. She worked the area between the base of her spine and the cleft of her ass with her palms. It wasn�t that she was tense, Jubilee was basically butter now. It was that the lower Aura worked the stronger her muscles seemed to be. She�d never seen Jubilee leap around in battle or perform her complicated gymnastic routines. Aura didn�t know how athletic her new friend was. Luckily that was a result of natural aptitude and hours of practice, the �Decimation Wave� could not take that from her.

Aura�s hands brushed against the waistband of her panties. She had run out of naked skin on the torso so she skipped down to Jubilee�s legs. She had to marvel at the shape of them. Here Jubilee�s natural athleticism was evident in spades. Her legs were long and strong, powerful and spry. If she had legs like that, Aura would be wearing shorts all the time as well. Aura was never one to equate �strong� with �sexy�, but somehow Jubilee made it work. Aura carefully massaged her calves and feet. Comparing them to her own made her feel inadequate, not something that happened often to the buxom hybrid. She always assumed that she was the sexiest thing in the universe, but she was becoming envious of Jubilee from the waist down.

Jubilation sighed as the orange-haired alien rubbed her feet. She couldn�t remember anyone ever touching them like that. The only thing she�d experienced there was good-natured ticking, this sensation was completely different. She flexed her toes and arch, massaging the muscles in each stage of flex and relaxation. Aura�s hands were taking her to different places than she was familiar with, while it was strange and new she didn�t feel nervous or compelled. Aura made her comfortable, even though she knew the girl was attracted to her. Up until today she always considered herself �strictly dick-ly�, and now she was finding herself comfortable around an admittedly bisexual woman, and one that had already hit on her. She wasn�t sure if she was ready, booze and depression may be clouding her judgement. All she knew for sure was this woman made her feel special. That was becoming more and more rare lately. She swallowed the lump rising in her throat and made a decision.

"You missed a spot." Jubilee said as she arched herself and slipped off her panties.

Aura was still a little stunned. Not by Jubilee doing it. She was used to doing things for "shock value" herself. She was stunned by the fact that A) Jubilee had no tan lines and B) she really had a fantastic ass.

Jubilee waited. Aura silently admired her bottom and the way her breasts pressed against the plastic sheet. Jubilee smirked. She had made the alien speechless.

Her head shot up in shock. Something cold was pouring down her back. Jubilee trembled.

Aura giggled. She squirted the baby oil the length of her spine. Jubilation quivered wherever the viscous substance touched. Aura couldn�t resist going a little too far, dribbling the massage oil into the crack of her ass. Jubilation squealed in surprise.

"No fair!" She half shouted, half laughed. "That is an exit only!"

Aura�s response was to spread it over her back, massaging the liquid into her yellow skin. It made her skin slippery and shiny, it made her glow enticingly in the soft light. Aura felt a little fist of tightness, right below her navel. Jubilee moaned appreciatively as Aura worked her way down massaging her entire back. She giggled as Aura worked it into the cheeks of her ass.

Aura loved the feel of her butt. It was hard and soft as the same time. She never felt one like it one a girl before. It was remarkable in the fact that it wasn�t masculine at all, if anything it enhanced her femininity. She had to be careful, avoiding the region of Jubilee�s sex, instead focussing on her legs.

Jubilee groaned trying not show how excited the prolonged touching made her. She felt like she was losing control, and there was nothing wrong with that.

Aura rubbed more oil into Jube�s thighs and calves. They gleamed at her invitingly. She felt that fist in her belly clench again. Begrudgingly she worked the feet, her toes slipping and sliding out of her fingers. The Asian girl laughed at the sensation.

Aura was done, Jubilation�s back and legs were completely covered. There was no tension left in her. She sighed, remembering how the young woman told her she was straight. She would probably regret her little display in the bathroom tomorrow.

"Such a shame." Aura whispered. She turned and walked to ward the bathroom to wash her hands.

"Where are you going?" she heard from behind her. Aura turned, Jubilee rolled over. "You haven�t done the front."

* * * * *
Hank clawed at the bed sheets. Savant relentlessly suckled his member, his entire body tensed with pleasure. Using her genetic gifts she could estimate his level of arousal from his current posture and her unique way of taking his pulse. Dr. McCoy was clearly reaching his peak.

Hank could stand it no longer. It wasn�t in his nature to be on the receiving end, Ms. McCoy�s little boy was a giver. He reached over and grabbed the hunched woman�s ankle, dragging her to him and pulling the sheets and blankets with her. Savant pivoted on his organ, refusing to let go or remove her mouth from it. This made his job more difficult but he was determined. Snaking his hands around her waist he lifted her by the hips, pressing her over his head.

He had to think how amusing this would look if someone, say Headmistress Frost, walked in right now. Savant was stubbornly sucking his cock while it seemed he was trying to tear her away. It would be quite a sight, and it was enough to make him smile. His nose distracted him from the thought. The smell of excite female was overpowering. He looked up and saw the sliver of pink in the dark tangle of her hair, her legs dangling. Hank�s mouth began to salivate as he lowered her onto his face.

Savant was a stubborn woman. It was the natural conclusion of intellect. She knew she was right, the only reason someone could argue with her was out of ego. If someone were a foremost expert in a field she would defer to him or her, but if not her conclusions had to be correct. She used logic over emotion.

The problem with this belief was when it came down to a contest of wills. She wanted Dr. McCoy to be happy. She knew a surefire way of doing it and she was doing it well. Now Dr. McCoy had taken it upon himself to alter her position without consultation. Did he know what else she had planned? Did he study the sexual techniques of interstellar cultures? Master the ways of pleasing all nine sexes? Obviously not, yet he felt himself qualified to determine that her position needed to be changed. She had half a mind to bite down. Savant did not do that, however. On an emotional level it never occurred to her. All objections were removed the instant his tongue pressed into her.

"Ahh�" she moaned, as he tasted her sex.

Dr. McCoy had quickly discovered the drawbacks of his new, feliniod form. The different facial structure made certain things more difficult; eating in a civilized manner and kissing were two of those. But the advantages of this development were not so evident. The shape of the muzzle, location of the nose and increased length of the tongue were not suitable in five star restaurants, but perfect for cunnilingus.

"Henry�" she gasped, half, moan and half prayer.

He held her above his face with his powerful arms and lapped at her with his tongue. There was no need to spread her. His mouth muscle was as strong and dexterous as the rest of him. It could easily push back her cleft and lick her clit in the same motion. It could part her lips and go much deeper then she expected, licking her g-spot before it pulled out. To say Savant was enjoying this discovery was and understatement. She was enraptured in ecstasy.

So much to the point that she forgot what she was doing, Hank went semi limp in her hand. She couldn�t focus. Whatever objection her immaculate brain had formulated was long since lost in the sensation of her femininity being explored by his graceful strokes.

Within two minutes she found her toes curling, back arching towards the heavens. Her eyes narrowed into slits, her mouth gaped. She reached up blindly with her hands, wrapping her finger around one of the series of connecting overhead monkey bars that Dr. McCoy had installed a long time ago. She didn�t realize any of that. All she knew was it was hard, in her hands and supported her weight. She lifted herself by it, clawing at the others and reaching back, adjusting her position to give his probing tongue deeper access into her sex.

Hank lapped at her eagerly. It had been far too long since he�d had sex, and never in this new form. Even the incident in his lab he couldn�t enjoy because he was not properly in control. This was completely different. He tasted her. He could smell her mounting excitement. He felt her body tense, vaginal muscles clench to try and keep his tongue inside her. He knew the effect it was having on her. It made him want more.

Savant�s body trembled. Her eyes fluttered. She came, hard.

Henry licked until she stopped quivering. Her body was drenched in sweat. She tried to move and failed. Certain functions would not be available to Savant for a while. Systems overloaded by pleasure.

Hank lowered her to the bed, gently laying her head on the pillow. He nuzzled her nose, reflexively her mouth opened, head leaning back for a kiss. Tilting his head to the side, Hank imitated one as best her could. Savant sucked on his tongue, unconsciously tasting herself.

He pulled back, keen eyes watching her in the darkness. Her breasts rose and feel with each deep breath she took. Her nipples were rock hard, her body drenched in sweat. He could smell the musk of her, still excited, ready. The Beast wanted more. He fought the instinct back, refusing to take her as it urged. She was a lady; he would do his best to be a man.

"Savant?" he asked in a deeper voice then normal.

"Henry�" she panted at him. Choking down some air, her eyes sought him in the darkness. "And I thought I was �well-designed�." He could see the lurid smile on her face.

Her leg shifted slightly, rubbing against the unmistakable heat of his erection. She looked down at it, then looked at him. She saw the conflict on his face, the man fighting back the animal. She marveled. On top of every other quality he had, he was courageous as well.

She nodded to him, shifting her hips and spreading her legs slightly. That was all the encouragement he needed. Nimbly he placed himself between her knees. He lifted with one arm under her, the other cradling her head to his chest. He shifted his hips forward.

Savant cried, clutching his fur at the pain of entry. Her cunt had narrowed to capture his tongue and those muscles had not completely relaxed. His size made it more painful then the last time. She bit her lip, stifling a cry.

The Beast roared.

* * * * *
Aura stared disbelieving at Jubilation lying naked on the plastic cover bed.

Her new friend was quite lovely. The dark, short-cropped hair on her head was the same raven color as the tangle between her legs. Her tits were a little smaller then Aura liked, but they seemed perky and firm. She found herself staring at her legs again, desiring to feel those athletic arms and legs wrapped around her. Jubilee was obviously nervous, but excited at the same time. Aura loved the look of her hard little nipples and the shining excitement between her legs.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" She found herself asking the naked girl.

Jubilee smirked, "I signed up for the full body massage." Her expression was playful, teasing. "Are you going to chicken out now?"

Aura smiled evilly. "Full body? You got it babe." Without missing a beat she folded her arms behind her back, unzipping the dress.

Jubilation watched as Aura let the gaudy garment drop to the floor. She wasn�t wearing a bra. Her breasts were full and large, perkier than she�d expect for their size. Her large nipples poked out defiantly. Shameless, Aura slipped off her thong and pulled off her boots. In less then ten seconds she was completely naked, hand on her hip in a confident pose. She let Jubilee get an eyeful.

Jubilee felt a little lump rise in her throat. Aura was damn beautiful. Her face was cheerful. Her breast and backside were very round. She felt a pang of jealousy. Many of the women of x were beautiful; some had even done some modeling. Aura�s body wasn�t like that. It was a raw sort of sexuality, while some bodies were built for the runway it seemed that hers was built for porno.

Aura smiled, liking the feeling of Jubilee�s eyes upon her. "What?" She asked sarcastically. "Didn�t expect the curtains to match the carpet?"

Jubilee let out a stammering reply, totally lost on the alien beauty.

Aura stepped towards the bed and picked up the bottle of baby oil. "One full body rubdown coming up."

Holding it out she squirted it onto the squirming Asian�s belly, pooling it at the navel. "Don�t fidget," she cautioned, "I�ll make you lick up anything you spill."

Jube�s eyes went wide in terror, but she stopped moving as the orange haired alien squirted a trail down each leg and between her breasts. Jubilee couldn�t help but feel like a Thanksgiving turkey being basted for an oven. She would have been kicking and screaming if she didn�t trust Aura this much. Instead she reminded herself about how much she wanted this. Besides, she could always blame it on being drunk. And if that excuse didn�t fly, she could say the alien hypnotized her.

Aura dropped the empty bottle to the floor. With a toss of her hair she straddled the smaller girl�s legs, enjoying the position of power it gave her. Jubilee looked up at the sexy woman looming over her. She blocked out the overhead light. It gave her a yellowish halo. Jubilee wanted to reach up and take her, but she figured that would be out-of-bounds for their little game.

"Are you ready?" Aura asked, that evil grin plastered to her face.

Jubilee�s lip quivered. She tried to speak and failed. Finally she nodded her head.

"Good." Aura purred as she lowered herself onto the girl�s oil-slicked torso. Jubilee went ridged with shock. This was the first time that another woman had ever touched her that way. Aura dropped her breasts into the pool of oil on Jubilation�s belly. She giggled as she felt the girl beneath her go rigid. Aura moaned slightly as she spread the baby oil over her new friend�s body with her breasts, undulating over her and rubbing it in with long strokes.

Jubilee tried to suppress a giggle. It tickled for one thing, the second being that this gorgeous woman was rubbing her tits all over her. It teased and excited her, made her nervous in a good way. She felt the need to express it. Aura returned her smile as she smeared herself over top of the girl, large breasts not stopping until tickling Jubilee�s neck.

Jubilee found her hands reaching for the alien�s hips.

"Ut-ut-uh," she whimsically hummed. "No hands or I�ll call the bouncer."

Jubilee chuckled as Aura took her hands by the wrist and guided them back to her sides. Aura continued to writhe on top of her, Jubilee�s body felt warm and slick. She felt her nipples harden, this type of massage always turned her on. The person on the receiving end was helpless, nearly at her mercy. For a natural tease like Aura, it was heavenly.

Aura�s hard nipples brushed against Jubilee�s. Both girls moaned. Jubes opened her mouth, stretching it towards Aura�s as if to kiss. Aura almost slipped out of character. She found her lips only a fraction of an inch away from Jubilee�s, close enough to taste her breath.

She pulled away, dropping down and rubbing herself over Jubilation�s legs. She gasped. They were so solid and well formed. She could worship them with her tongue for hours. Down here she could smell how excited Jubilee was. It made her drunk with desire. Between her heady scent and shapely legs, Aura felt herself grow moist.

Grabbing one breast she held it firm and gently rubbed it between Jubilee�s legs. Instantly Jubilee sat up, surprised at the sensation. She put her hands on Aura�s face, trying to pull her in for a kiss. Aura pulled back, denying her the lips she sought. With her free hand she pushed Jubilation back down.

Jubilee writhed herself. Aura was driving her crazy with the teasing caress. She needed her. It was no longer an option.

Jubilee wrapped her legs around Aura�s waist and wrestled her to the bed. Aura tried to fight; she was enjoying this game of mutual torture.

Aura melted under Jubilee�s lips. She stopped resisting, letting the smaller girl pin her to the mattress and kiss her deeply. Their hands explored each other, their tongues intertwined. Jubilee and Aura stopped teasing stopped taunting and stopped tormenting, no judgements and no expectations. They made love in Dani�s bedroom.

* * * * *
Bobby Drake woke up with a start. He heard something, the undeniable sounds of danger and struggle. As was a founding member of the X-Men, Ice Man knew battle when her heard it. Before he had a conscious thought he leapt out of bed. Neglecting his uniform he iced himself up and ran to the door.

The sounds were coming from Hank�s room. It sounded like he was wrestling with some animal.

"Hank! I�m here to help!" Bobby yelled as he threw the door open. His jaw dropped.

Hank clutched the overhead bar with his feet. In his arms he held a naked girl.

Her ankles were over his shoulders, she intertwined her fingers around his neck, hanging from the ceiling by him. He kept her steady with his hands, pistoning her onto himself, savagely pumping her with his arms and hips. The woman was in throws of ecstasy, biting her lip and trying not to scream out.

Hank�s head spun. Saliva and rage flew from his jaws. "Mine!" He roared.

Bobby stumbled backwards, pulling the door closed. As his ass landed in the hall her froze the doorknob in the shut position, fearing Hank would burst through, splintering the wood and slashing his throat. He held his breath and held his hand out, ready to defend himself.

After a silent second the grunts and snarls started again. Bobby crawled back to his bedroom.

"I�m glad I iced up," he mumbled to himself. "I would have pissed myself if I wasn�t."

* * * * *
The ship descended into the woods outside of the mansion grounds. Silently it lowered to the ground, cloaking device hiding its presence from the world.

TBC�
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