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The Evils of Necessity	By : Ksennin Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 13050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Scott Summers watched the feed and was surprised by how little he felt. Tactically, he was sympathetic to Jean’s position, having her nude body projected across the internet. Even though a post-human woman wouldn’t be ashamed of sex or nudity, it was still a violation. But he knew Jean well enough to know no one made her do what she didn’t want to. At the end of the day, if she was having sex with Logan, it was because she wanted to. If she didn’t, she’d find some way out of it.
And it didn’t matter to him. He watched the love of her life with her top unzipped and her panties down, something like his arch-rival on her, and he felt—nothing. Like they weren’t even people. Just more shades of red.
He heard the door open behind him. Mystique. He hadn’t given her the key to his room and she’d never asked. Just started picking the lock. She’d gotten good at it. He’d never changed the lock.
Raven took in the dark room, the light of the computer, the peculiar way Scott was hunched over the desk. Pornography, she thought. Screens filled with a steady succession of deep-throating, bukkake, facials, DPs. Good stuff. Might give him some ideas.
Then she walked forward to see it was Jean and Logan. And people called Scott obsessive.
Even better, she could see Scott’s erection even in the room’s relative darkness. She thought of shifting out of her clothes and simply sitting down on it, rubbing it through his pants until he popped. But she knew what guys were like. Had to be coddled. Had to think it was their idea.
She crouched down beside Scott like they were just sharing a funny cat video on the internet. “The X-Men. Poor deluded fools. They grow some balls for once and actually strike out at the humans; this is the thanks they get.”
“Who should be thanking them?” he asked without taking his eyes off the screen. “Us?”
Raven bit the fingernail on her pinky in mock-consideration. “We are trying to make the world safe for mutants. Even your ex-girlfriend.”
“They can handle the Reavers. Deadpool hasn’t gotten a kill yet. Besides…” He kissed her cheek. The casualness of it was almost mocking. “Erik hasn’t said we can.” His tone turned sardonic. “And he’s in charge.”
“But…” Raven prompted, grabbing his.
Scott didn’t crack a smile, but his lip did a funny thing. “But I am interested in how two of the most powerful psychics in the world got disabled by a third-rate banana republic.”
“Some sort of power suppressor?”
“Only way.” Scott pointed at the screen. “Those collars. A kind of inhibitor.”
“We wouldn’t want that to get out.”
“No. We wouldn’t. And it could be useful.” He looked at her, finally. “Erik would never consent to killing Xavier, and neither would I. But with this, he wouldn’t have to. If push came to shove, we could keep him locked inside his head. Safe and sound.”
“Mmmm.” Raven moaned her approval as she eyed the screen. “But we couldn’t just break their cameras and beat them up. The Xs tried that—look where it got them. Genosha just rebuilds. We’d have to topple the government.”
“An oppressive regime with a persecuted minority of people with superpowers?” Scott jokingly whined. “How could we ever do that?”
“Leave the country for the civilians. We need a sanctuary for refugees anyway. The island can be our new headquarters. I’d like to take my dog for a walk without worrying a dinosaur is going to eat it.”
“You have a dog?”
“Well, Sabretooth.”
Scott smiled thinly. Jean and Logan’s coupling was reflected in red on his ruby quartz. “I’ll sell it to Erik. The perfect time is now, when the Genoshans have to deal with both us and the X-men. I know Jean. She’s not gonna stay behind to quarrel with us. She’ll fly back to her mansion to lick her wounds with the rest of them.”
“That is a very attractive gash—“ Mystique clicked her tongue. “To be licked.”
Scott ignored her. “Where’s Erik? Temple?”
He started to stand and Raven pushed him back down. Her hand strayed to his crotch with a slow, rubbing motion. “What’s your hurry?” On the screen, Jean was giving Logan a handjob too. “I wonder if I can make you come at the same time he does.”
Scott caught her drift, though his face flickered enough for her to wonder if he would go through with it. Then he eyed her. The red reflection of his former lover replaced with her face. “And what if she does more than just jack him off?”
“Then I’ll just have to keep up with her. Won’t I?”
***
Rogue stared at her computer. Even in the Savage Land, with that nutbar Magneto running the show, the Brotherhood got good enough wi-fi for her streaming video to be 1080p. She could see Jean Grey in all her glory. The redhead looked innocent enough. Even her fiery hair was cut unassumingly short, rather than attaining a sultry length.
But there was a sensuality to her that went beyond the physical. An air to her that said she thought about it, that she’d done it, that she’d enjoyed it. It worked well with her modest, unthreatening appearance. Demure. That was the word for it. Slim yet busty. Athletic yet voluptuous. Friendly yet intimidating. No wonder Scott had fallen for her. No wonder everyone had fallen for her.
Rogue would really enjoy seeing her get fucked wide open like a porn star.
***
Just as Jean had done, Raven replaced her fingers with her mouth on fearless leader’s prick. She could’ve gagged on all the meat he had for her, and had in the past, the first few times they’d been together. But she didn’t want to stroke his ego too much, so with a thought, the physiology of her throat relaxed and widened. As Scott bucked against her face, several additional inches of his penis slid with ease into her gullet.
And as she sucked him, Raven continued her shift. Her hair stayed the same, but the rest of her swirled, changed, colored. It really wasn’t as hard as it looked. Usually, she just changed the skin and fatty deposits, and with mutants naturally evolving into hardbodies as they did, she could keep the body fat ratio at practically the same level. So Scott could be forgiven for not noticing her transformation until he looked down and saw Jean Grey with his cock in her mouth.
He laughed. “God, you’re a sick bitch. I only asked you to change into Rogue once.”
Raven slurped her way off his cock, licking up the trail of saliva she left dangling from the tip before speaking. Flashing her green eyes at him. “I’m Jean’s evil twin—Madeline. Bigger boobs. Evil boobs.”
He took her head gently in his hands, almost like he would if he were going to snap her neck. That wouldn’t kill her, but it would be interesting. “Any form but your own, huh?”
They’d traded blows, now Raven signaled for truce. “I can’t see what’s happening if I’m blowing you. You’ll have to tell me.”
He nodded and ushered her back down to his cock.
***
Scott’s breath quickened along with Logan and Jean’s. “They’re going harder now,” he told Mystique. One hand was gripping her blood-red hair, the other was cupping her skull. Loosing his self-control, he started rocking his hips, driving his cock into her throat. “He’s really—fucking her—in—the—mouth!”
Raven moaned approvingly as he fucked her face. Jean’s face. She’d been trying to break him of his stalker crush on her for a while. If seeing his ginger Madonna taking cock both live and Memorex didn’t do it, nothing would.
“Better hurry,” he rasped, tugging Raven’s hair. “Doesn’t look like Logan can last much longer.
Scott’s subtle bragging didn’t bother Raven. If she had self-control like his, not to mention a cock like his, she’d be proud too. But neither were for her. For her, decadence was the only way to live. She wanted everything and she wanted it now; including what was inside the balls churning against her chin.
For a moment, Scott’s panting breath fell away. The only sound was Raven’s own slurping and that of Jean’s coming in over the speaker. The combination washed over them like they’d been submerged. Then Raven felt him flex in her throat. She was relishing the feel of his explosion in her throat when his hand tightened in her hair. He yanked her off his cock, and her surprised expression greeted his cock as it came in her face.
Barrages of hot cum conquered her cheeks, her nose, even her forehead, but most especially her open mouth and craving tongue. She got more than her fill. Yet more splashed onto her breasts, lost in her creamy appropriated skin. Her eyes misted over as she swallowed bit by bit, tasting every drop. Her cunt felt like it was trying to burn through her panties.
Scott let go of her hair, letting it fall against a glob of cum on her shoulder. “That’s what happened to Jean,” he explained.
Raven glanced at the computer screen. Exactly the same thing had happened—an explosion of cum from Logan to Jean. Like looking into a mirror. Raven shifted back to herself and looked up at Scott. Like it was his duty, he used his fingers to wipe her face clean of his ejaculate, then pushing his wet digits into her mouth. She licked them clean, equally dutiful.
“My turn,” Raven said in Jean’s voice, taking Scott by the hand and leading him toward the bed.
He walked hesitantly. “I should go see Erik.” Raven pulled him along. He barely resisted. “I should at least send him an e-mail.”
Raven took a cell phone from her pocket. She sat on the bed with her legs spread. “I’ll send it. I take great diction.”
Scott knelt down before her. He’d always been good at multitasking.
***
Rogue watched as Jean took Logan’s hands, put them on her head, and let him guide her mouth up and down as she knelt before him. He was face fucking her. That was the phrase for it. He was fucking. Her. Face.
Rogue wondered what it would be like to have a man’s penis sailing into her mouth and back out again, at a speed he chose, for as long as he wanted. She’d stolen enough memories to be able to almost feel one in her mouth right then. She wondered what the real thing would be like. What Scott’s would be like?
Delving into patchwork memories, she let herself taste that tiny hint of precum at the very tip of the head. Let herself feel the force of the back of her head making her take the cock in and out, in and out, as much as he offered or as much as she could take.
Logan didn’t look so huge. Thick, maybe. But Scott, he would be big. Almost too big to get into her mouth. But she’d manage, even if it made her jaw ache. She’d suck him down until she felt the telltale twitch of his cock. Then she’d let him mark her mouth. No one else would ever kiss her lips. Her tongue would speak no one else’s name with love. She would coat every inch of her mouth, her throat, her stomach even, marking herself for a thousand years inside and out. Would it taste salty? Tangy? Didn’t matter; she’d savor every drop. Milk away every last sperm. Nothing would be left. It’d be weeks before he could fuck her again.
It took Rogue a moment to realize she was sucking on two of her fingers.
Surely, Scott would be bigger than that.
***
Long after Scott had fingered her to an exquisitely proficient orgasm, Raven turned her attention back to the X-show. Logan was still going strong, but she’d expect nothing less from his healing factor. What did surprise her was his treatment of Jean.
Raven did not think the redhead was losing her virginity. Not from the way she was talking.
“Fuck me harder, bitch! I want to feel your cock in my fucking womb! Deeper, dammit! Harder!”
“That girl has a dark side,” Raven said simply.
“You have no idea,” Scott replied.
Raven smiled to herself as Jean slapped and rode Wolverine to another exuberant orgasm on her own part. Logan groaned profoundly; his only contribution besides having a hard-on. Jean was doing most of the work and all the noise. You’d think a guy who got his rocks off like that would be more Zen. “Now that’s what you need,” she told Scott.
He eyed the screen musingly, the first time it’d been reflected in his glasses since Raven had kissed him. “But what would I do with a naked Canadian sub?”
Raven laughed not so much because it was funny, but because it was not at all what Scott Summers, prize student, former leader of the X-Men would say. She patted his head, knowing what he’d been going for.
Neither of them took notice of the action continuing on screen.
Jean’s face was covered in cum, but underneath it was anything but shame. Her smile was that of the cat that’s eaten the canary, and the effect was only multiplied when her pink tongue came out to lick up the drops that trickled by her mouth.
“Got any more where that came from?” she asked, massaging Logan’s balls.
***
To be continued in The Invisible Handjob.
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