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The Mind Is Virgin Territory	By : Ksennin Category: X-men Comics > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 18387 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kitty couldn’t help but think it was a bad sign how Jean came into her room. Not just that she did—a rare occurrence for a student with a teacher. She certainly hadn’t spent much time in Hank’s quarters when she was a kid. But Jean didn’t knock or anything. Her telekinesis unlocked the door and she just walked in, already talking.
“Hey, Kitty, did you know they made another Indiana Jones movie? Awesome, right? You wanna watch it with me? Just sit back, relax, I’ll make the popcorn. I brought some grape soda, too, you like that, right? Don’t worry about anything, I know how stressful this place is, I’m gonna pamper you, okay? Hey, who’s Shia LeBeouf?”
Kitty took a deep breath and nodded to the door. Jean picked up her surface thoughts, closed it for her.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
Kitty bit her lip, wishing she knew what to say. The universe had turned her into Colossus, the bitch. What would she have said to convince herself that maybe twentysomethings and thirteen-year-olds shouldn’t date?
Start small: “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Jean.”
Jean deflected. “We can watch something else. I heard they made new Star Wars movies too. I know I’m not a nerd like you, but I’ll give ‘em a shot…”
“It’s not the movie, it’s us.” Kitty hedged, putting her hands on the back of a nearby chair so she had something to do with them. “Wouldn’t you rather spend some time with Hank or Warren or Bobby? You’re kind of their boss—I’m sure they’d appreciate some facetime.”
“Facetime? Kitty, I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with them. What there is of it. I’m not gonna remember any of this, so—can’t I be with you a while?”
Kitty saw herself walking over to Jean, taking her hands, holding them tight and warm, a connection flowing between them as she said what had to be said, but would that make this easier or harder? “I don’t think we should spend so much time together.”
It snapped into place. Kitty saw it in Jean’s eyes. The green caught the light like a knife’s edge. “I didn’t come here to have sex, okay, I just wanted us to be together!” She spoke harshly, her voice almost raised.
“Jean, that’s not it—“
“Then what is?”
Now Kitty went to her. She took Jean by the arm—just her fingertips, a subtle touch on Jean’s shoulder, but the girl went so willingly. She let Kitty sit her down on the couch and crouch beside her. Not touching, but able to feel each other’s warmth. Or imagine it, at least—this close.
“Jean, what we did, it was—“ Wrong. “Inappropriate.” It felt so good, I know—
“You liked it,” Jean replied, almost an accusation. “I liked it, what’s—what’s the big deal?”
“I’m a teacher, you’re a student…”
“I’m not your student! I’m some… refugee from the past who’s stuck here. Everything feels wrong except for you.”
“I realize that.” Kitty saw the tears in Jean’s eyes and knew she couldn’t wipe them away. “What happened wasn’t a bad thing, but it was a bad idea, and I should’ve known better. It’s not your fault, it was just a mistake… that happened… and when you get the Professor to wipe your memories, it’ll probably be for the best.”
Inwardly, Kitty winced. Yeah, that hadn’t sounded harsh at all. Jean was looking at her like she’d been poisoned.
“Was I not… good?”
“You were fine, Jean, better than fine…”
“Is it because I wouldn’t let you do stuff? Because I’ll let you! I could hear you in my head, thinking how much you wanted my ass—I could’ve known from the way you grabbed it—I would’ve been fine with it, really, we can still do it. You could be my first.”
“Jean, stop.” Kitty felt her voice go firm, adult. “This is not a healthy relationship and it’s not going to continue. I want you to leave my room now and the next time you interact with me, I want it to be official X-Men business, am I clear?”
“Yeah… yes.” Jean let herself cry, wearing the tears like warpaint. “Yes, ma’am.”
She stomped to the door. It flew open for her, telekinesis battering it into the opposing wall. She looked back at Kitty in the doorway, about to burst into flame.
“You know, sleeping with you was the one time since I got here that I haven’t had a nightmare? Not even a little one. And fucking you was the only time I felt good.”
Kitty’s hand was at her waist, but the fingers were reaching out to Jean. “That’s something you should have with someone your own age—“
“Don’t!” Jean roared, and the door slammed shut. Cutting her off from Kitty.
***
“What up, Frosty?”
As a valued member of the team and faculty, Kitty had to interact with Emma Frost, politely and efficiently. That didn’t mean she couldn’t be annoying. Especially when Emma called her to her office like Kitty was her student and Emma was headmistress; the relationship Frost had always wanted with her.
“Sit down, Katherine.” Emma gestured to the chair before her desk. Always just enough for however many guests she was expecting. Right now, it was one.
Kitty phased through the chair, then dropped back into it. Slouched. Got the raised eyebrow she was looking for her. In her simple blouse and pleated skirt, she looked as out of place in Emma’s Neo-Classical design as a stripper would in the Philharmonic Orchestra.
Emma, on the other hand, wore stripper attire—no shirt but a white blazer, cigarette pants, maybe panties. And she made it look regal. She sat behind her desk, patiently waiting for Kitty’s eyes to trace her breasts. Kitty wouldn’t let it happen.
“What do you want, Frost? I’ve got a couple hundred students to manage, I don’t have time for you to mindfuck me.”
“It’s what you do have time for that’s the problem. I’ve heard some disquieting rumors.”
“Rumors?” Sweat touched the back of Kitty’s neck like a ghost.
“About a relationship between a member of the teaching staff and a student.”
“You’re not accusing me—“
“Not, of course not. I’m saying that you fucked Jean Gray.”
Part of Kitty wanted to scream—she was sorry, it was an accident, please, please—but she kept a poker face, if only to not give Emma the satisfaction. “Have you gone crazy? Again?”
Emma revolved her laptop, pointing it at Kitty. “As an educator, my highest priority is of course the health and safety of my students. I take accusations of this nature at the highest level of seriousness. And so, I took the liberty of planting a camera in the suspect’s room.”
The screen showed Kitty and Jean. One touch and the picture became a movie. I could hear you in my head, thinking how much you wanted my ass—I could’ve known from the way you grabbed it—I would’ve been fine with it, really, we can still do it.
“Generous offer,” Emma said, wryly victorious.
Kitty’s jaw was clenched so tight, she wasn’t sure how she’d ever get it open to talk. But she did. “Please… you can’t make this public. It would destroy Jean. I’ll go, I’ll resign, I’ll do whatever you want. But don’t let this blow back on her.”
“Resign?” Emma’s brow furrowed as much as it was able. “Why? You’re a gifted educator, Katherine. I would hate to lose a woman of your talents and enthusiasm. There’s no need for you to leave the school.”
“Then why—“
“You will have to be disciplined, however. This—relationship you’ve pursued speaks to a disturbed psyche. I’m very concerned with a woman in your present state of mind being on active duty, or around children.”
Kitty’s throat was tightening like it was in a noose. “I said I’d leave the school, what more can I—“
“You can allow me to treat you. To replace this unhealthy relationship you’ve embarked on with a sounder, more age-appropriate one. Please, stand.”
Kitty stood, relieved at having Emma tell her something to do. Maybe if she did as Frost asked—let her get off on her power fantasies—this could be managed. Somehow.
“Good. Now strip.”
Kitty was so off-balance she phased instinctively, even though there was nothing to pass through. She stood there, intangible. “My clothes?”
“Surely, you can’t be that hesitate to part with them. I’m certain the local K-Mart can supply you with similar, so long as you have a twenty-dollar bill on you.”
Kitty was a smart girl. She was quick to realize she had no choice. It was this or leave the school in disgrace, traumatize Jean forever. Emma smiled hungrily, reading the realization right off Kitty’s brain.
Her eyes darting about as frantically as a hunted animal’s, Kitty worked the buttons of her blouse. She tried to turn her back on Emma, but that was when she saw the floor-to-ceiling mirrors that covered the entire southern wall of Emma’s office, even the door. Every facet of her was cruelly captured, either in Emma’s eyes or in the crystal of her surroundings.
Kitty hung her head, undoing the buttons between her breasts. She wished she’d worn a different bra. White, lace, demi-cup—the one she had on now barely covered her nipples, turning her cleavage into a seductive valley and her breasts into exposed spreads of creamy skin. Emma licked her lips as she watched Kitty strip her blouse down her arms behind her, accidentally thrusting her chest forward.
Kitty felt hideously excited under the weight of Emma’s gaze. She was half-sure it was Emma’s telepathy—putting thoughts in her head. Making her think this was right, this was fair, her getting her just rewards for what she’d done to Jean. Her guts knotted with shame. She turned, giving Emma and the mirror her profile, knowing that all she was doing was teasing Emma even more. A real X-Man, like the mature Jean Gray that she had known, would face Emma boldly. She would take her clothes off just like she were getting into the shower.
But Kitty couldn’t. She made it last and linger, like she wanted to build Emma’s lust up as high as it would go. She didn’t know if it was pride or—
She let her skirt drop. It slid down her shapely legs, and with her sneakers on, it took some effort to extricate her legs from the thing. But she did. In her bra and panties, she turned for Emma, posed for her, letting the desire in Emma warm her just as much as the skylight sunshine did on her bare skin. Emma’s diamond eyes raked from the lacy bra to the small waist, the swell of her hips, the black shadow at the crotch of her panties.
“That will do.”
Emma stood. She crossed from behind the desk to in front of it, approached Kitty as she would go to inspect a racing horse. Her eyes ran over Kitty’s body as cruelly as a knife, the blonde circling Kitty, taking her from every angle. Until finally she was behind Kitty and her fingers pinched into Kitty’s midsection. Kitty gasped.
“Not too much flab—finally jogged off that Thanksgiving weight, I see? And at least the underthings show some semblance of fashion. I suppose you believe your lovers deserve more effort from you than those who simply see you walking the halls? Put your hand on your cunt.”
The harsh word in Emma’s genteel tone sent a little shock coursing through Kitty’s body. She hated it, but she was turned on. And the crueler Emma was to her, the more inhumane, the rougher, the harder… it did things to Kitty. It made her want to be… used.
She covered the crotch of her panties with her hand. She tried not to put any pressure on her sex, but her hand just moved in. Started a slow fire between her legs that she had no idea how to put out.
“Do you like that, Katherine? Are you imagining it’s my hand doing that to you? Or would you enjoy my hand more? What if I told you to bend over?” She was at Kitty’s side now, her mouth at Kitty’s ear, her voice so cruel. It captivated Kitty, how cruel she could be. “I could take your panties off. I’m strong—I could rip them off. And while you touch your toes like a good little whore, I could start putting my fingers in your good little whore hole. Would you like that, Katherine? How many do you think I could fit inside before we’d need lubrication?”
“I… please, just don’t do anything to Jean…”
What about your ass? Emma hissed in Kitty’s mind. Has Colossus been breaking that sweet little ass in? Do you think I could get my fist in there? Which is bigger—his cock or my hand? I wonder how far you’d stretch before you gave in and phased away from me, little coward, little whore—
Kitty felt herself giving into Emma’s lust, her power. Once she allowed Emma to use her, however she wished, things would be so easy. She just had to let Emma to do whatever she wanted. The only downside was how much she’d enjoy it. “Anything you want, Frost, I’ll do anything.”
Yes. Emma was still in Kitty’s head, but now her still lips were brushing against Kitty’s. You will. But not now, you have a class to teach.
Emma turned on her heel, promptly going to her office’s minibar to fill herself a tumbler. “Introduction to Programming in ten minutes, Ms. Pryde. I believe it would be very discourteous to your students to be late. Mutual respect—that’s the key to a good education.”
Kitty felt her wet panties pressing against her harder than Emma’s hand ever could. “But I thought…” She was almost begging.
“You will be taught a lesson, Ms. Pryde. Sooner, rather than later. But at a time and place of my choosing. No matter how much you might enjoy learning from me, the needs of our students must come first. But please, do get dressed first. The last thing we need is any more students fixating on you.”
Kitty reached for her clothes with trembling hands. It wasn’t relief that was shaking her so hard.
***
Kitty had a hard time getting to sleep that night. She kept expecting Emma to surprise her just as she was drifting off, slipping naked into her bed. And she recognized the feeling as one she had before a mission. A nervous excitement. God, had it been that long since she’d gotten laid? No. No, it hadn’t. She’d taken Jean’s virginity just the other night.
She finally nodded off, only to be awoken by some sixth sense. It felt so abrupt, like she hadn’t slept at all, that she first glanced at her clock on the nightstand. It said that three hours had passed. Kitty looked around for the disturbance, finally finding it next to her. Jean had been so quiet, getting into bed with her, she had literally only just noticed her.
The girl was curled up in a ball, still in the jeans and T-shirt she had worn into the room, her bare feet poking out of her fetal position. She had laid down right on top of the sheets, not wanting to wake Kitty, not even touching her, but she seemed to be gleamed a measure of relief from being in her presence. It was only when Kitty looked at her, and the thought of kicking her out came to mind, that Jean started to tremble.
“Please… I know it’s wrong, I’m sorry… I just couldn’t stay in my room. It felt like my nightmares were hunting me. I dreamed that I was burning and I set everyone else on fire too. I dreamed we burned together.”
Kitty said nothing. Her heart was hammering. The first thing she’d done when she’d gotten back to her room was find and disable Emma’s camera, but she didn’t know that it was the only one, or the only means that Emma had to monitor her. And no matter how depraved Emma was, if she found out that Kitty had done this again, she would have her out of the institute lock, stock, and barrel.
But Jean looked so pale and wet, drowning in sweat, far worse than she’d been on the first night they’d spent together. The way Kitty must’ve looked, her first few months in the mansion, when N’Garai and Emma Frost had ganged up in her nightmares, sending her to the comfort of Ororo’s garden for some hot chocolate and long hugs under the same blanket. Was this so different? Would Ro have let her sleep in the same bed as her?
“Please?” Jean wasn’t weeping, she was too strong for that, but tears were spilling down her cheeks like blood from twin wounds. “I know it wasn’t right what we did, I’m not here for that, I just wanna stay with you. I won’t even touch you, I promise, I swear—“
“Here.” Kitty drew the covers back, phasing them right through where Jean lay. “You might as well be warm if you’re going to sleep—in my bed.”
Jean gratefully married herself to the other pillow on Kitty’s queen-sized bed, shaking so hard that it was like Kitty was strapped to a motor. She put her hand on Jean’s freckled shoulder, finding it sun-hot, like she’d just been tanning. A moment later, she combed her hand through Jean’s hair. Jean stopped shaking.
“It’s not a nightmare, though. Is it? No matter what happens, I’m going back. I forget all of this. And eventually, I become something horrible, I hurt people, kill people—“
“Not you,” Kitty stressed. “The Phoenix.”
“But it chooses me, right? It does that for a reason. And nothing I do can change that. Even if I did, it would just mean this… timeline wouldn’t exist. You wouldn’t exist… maybe you’d never have been born…”
“I’m not that young.” Kitty kept stroking Jean’s red hair. It actually felt a bit like she was touching fire, somehow—solid fire, kindling heat in her hands. She tasted something bitter, thinking of what she was doing. It was insane, criminal, but she had to… she could do it. Walk the line between comforting Jean and violating her. She had to—an irresistible force was pushing her down that road. “I know it’s not much, Jean, but you’re going to be a good person. Take comfort in that. Everyone’s going to love you. Your memory is going to live on—probably forever. That’s not a lot, I know, but it would be enough for me. I would at least try to be content with that.”
She guided Jean’s head over until it rested against her shoulder—tickling her hand through the embers of her hair until her fingers traced the curve of one small ear. Jean squirmed over until she melted against Kitty, like she was sharing her heat with a frozen woman. It didn’t have to be a sexual gesture—but Kitty was awake of her rubbing her thighs together in a languidly orgasmic way, a move that seemed far beyond her years.
She tried her best to ignore it, holding herself resolutely still as Jean pressed her face into Kitty’s arm. The girl fell asleep quickly, exhausted; having run away from a future she couldn’t outpace. Her weight against Kitty gave the woman a leaden feel—she was too weighted down to let her thoughts outrun her. She fell back asleep, only to wake again, as near as a record needle skipping over a disc.
Emma Frost was in the room. Her corset, her panties, her cape—the white gleamed in the darkness, almost as bright as her pale skin. With a crocodile’s smile, she sat on the bed. “My. Don’t you two look cozy. I’m so tempted to join you.”
“It’s nothing,” Kitty insisted, keeping her voice low—Jean was still fast asleep. “She had a nightmare.”
“Oh, sweetheart… even I don’t let Hellion sleep with me because he had a bad dream,” Emma put a child’s lisp on the last. “The same as I wouldn’t let a dog into my room because he was barking… or Scott Summers, these days. Like you, he has to be punished.” She reached behind her, taking out a pair of scissors that she had to have been keeping in her panties. “Hold still.”
“We can do this later,” Kitty hissed. She tried to stay strong, even as her heart raced at the sight of the gleaming blades. “Not with Jean in the room. She’s an innocent girl—“
“Not innocent anymore, Katherine… thanks to you. Now keep your mouth shut or you can explain to the whole school why there’s a student in your bed.”
Kitty pleaded for mercy one last time. “Don’t wake her… she’s having a good dream. Please.”
“I won’t wake her,” Emma promised. “And if you don’t want to either, I suggest you shut up and hold still.”
Kitty held still like she was paralyzed. Emma threw the covers off her, over Jean, and then worked the scissors down the spine of Kitty’s nightgown. The woman was spooning Jean, holding the girl to her chest, and she wished she could plug Jean’s ears as the scissors snipped, ungodly loud at this hour, this private place.
Finally they were done. Emma pulled Kitty’s split gown open, over the side of her body, like the skin of an autopsy case. Kitty felt the air conditioning breeze down her naked back, between the cheeks of her ass, as firm as Emma’s touch. She worked not to gasp.
“Goodness—how the moonlight does improve your looks. You’ve certainly filled out since our first encounter, haven’t you Katherine? If only you had been as curvaceous then as you now are. We could’ve had a lot of fun…”
Emma’s white opera glove, glowing starkly, moved into Kitty’s line of sight. But it wasn’t coming toward her. It touched Jean, through the bedsheets and Kitty’s own sliced nightgown. On her soft cheek…
“But alas, the bloom of youth. So pure, so innocent…”
Down lower, to her bared throat, but Kitty’s eyes outpaced it. Looking down to the tantalizing beginnings of a valley visible through her shirt’s neckhole. Had the rise and fall of her chest sped with Emma’s touch on her soft, tender skin?
“It’s no wonder she’d become such a fundamental part of the ‘Original 5’s’ sexuality.”
As Emma’s hand slid down Jean’s chest, Kitty felt herself burning with anticipation. She was speechless, waiting for Jean to twist out of her, their grip. But there was no protest. Everyone was just letting it happen, maybe making it happen.
“They all wanted to fuck her, Katherine. Every one of your friends and mentors.”
Emma could feel now, the soft breasts that would come to dominate Scott’s life—that his first whiskers would itch at, that he would kiss as he lost his virginity, that he would imagine his children suckling at. It seemed to swell into Emma’s hand, fresh growth being touched for the first time. Emma felt a little bump between two of her fingers—she pinched it with a connoisseur’s delicacy. Jean moaned.
“Ms. Pryde…”
Emma straightened, stripping off her glove. If she touched Jean again, it’d be harder. Kitty just knew… “What a little whore. You two seem made for each other. If only society saw it that way.”
“Please. Not her. Me.”
“Really? What would you like me to do, Katherine?”
The first thought that entered her mind: “Kiss me?”
Emma’s mouth was hard against hers, as rough as if she were diamond, her tongue stabbing into Kitty’s. Kitty could barely respond—her own tongue was sucked into Emma’s mouth, savored lovingly. Emma held her face close with her hands, forcing her into this position, and Kitty went limp like a ragdoll.
“Well, that was pleasant.” Emma smiled wickedly, right against Kitty’s throat. “No wonder Jean came so hard. But this is supposed to be a lesson, remember? We have to do things you didn’t ask for, just as you did to Jean. Let’s teach you what it’s like to be powerless—to be completely in someone else’s will. Try not to enjoy it too much. That would defeat the whole point.”
She straightened again, now kneeling on the bed, and Kitty suddenly noticed something she hadn’t before. Emma wasn’t wearing panties. She was wearing the white straps of a black dildo. It was quite visible when Emma wrapped her hand around it, rubbed it lightly, pointed it at Kitty’s face. Moved it against her cheek.
“Open,” Emma ordered, and Kitty’s lips parted automatically. Emma took her head in her hands and twisted it roughly to the side, almost to the breaking point, forcing Kitty’s mouth in line with Emma’s large dildo.
The head of the dildo crossed her lips, forcing her mouth wide open to accommodate the bulbous tip. Emma fucked her strap-on into Kitty’s mouth, then withdrew it, smooth and wet. She fucked Kitty’s mouth, taking as much pleasure from her power over Kitty as she would if it were a real dick. And Kitty held her mouth open and took the dildo passively, even as part of her wanted to grasp it with her lips—suck on it. Make Emma happy.
She ignored that small voice, instead thinking as hard as she could: Please don’t wake Jean, please don’t wake Jean, please don’t wake Jean…
“What a good student!” Emma cheered, albeit in a quiet voice. She booped Kitty’s nose with her finger, Shadowcat’s lips still stretched wide around the dildo. “I think you’ve learned this lesson very well. Time to move on.”
Pulling the wet dildo from Kitty’s mouth and dragging it over her cheek, Emma laid down beside Kitty, on the other side of her from Jean. Her hands moved down to Kitty’s ass, stroking, caressing, probing, exploring. Kitty resisted a moan; she wasn’t sure what felt better, Emma’s gloved hand or her bare one. Then she felt her sex open, Emma’s fingers pressing upward from between her legs. She felt her pussy gripping those fingers, two of them—squeezing them, sucking them. Glove. The glove was definitely better.
“So wet already!” Emma marveled. “Was it just from sucking a cock, even a fake one, or is it the age-inappropriate relationship you’ve been pursuing?”
“Please keep your voice down,” Kitty whimpered.
“I’m not really talking, foolish child. We’re communicating telepathically. I know how important Jean’s sleep is for her developing body. Whereas a grown woman like you—you can stay up all night. Can’t you?”
Kitty closed her eyes. She knew what Emma wanted. “Please… fuck my pussy. Give it to me so hard. I know you’ll make me come.”
“Oh, I certainly will. But you aren’t living up to your potential, dear Katherine. Not absorbing your lesson. This is about what you don’t want. What I want. If I wanted to fuck that loose little pussy of yours, I could’ve seduced you with one little look, any time. You were beneath me—it’s only because of our disciplinary issue that I’m lowering myself to intercourse with you. The sacrifices I make for my students…”
Kitty felt like moaning, excitement and pleasure, Emma’s harsh words somehow sending intense feelings coursing through her. Being degraded this way—it reminded her of her first time with the older Jean. How in control she’d been, how she’d commanded Kitty’s pleasure. Giving Kitty no choice but to enjoy herself, beyond the bounds of any neurosis or guilt. And she hadn’t been able to replicate that intensity with any boyfriend or girlfriend since. She’d been willing to part with it—it was worth a healthy relationship, something that was the polar opposite of Emma Grace Frost, but once offered to her, she couldn’t resist it. She wanted to be used by Emma. She wanted Emma to make her come.
And for all her teasing, Emma gave her what she wanted. She moved her hand to Kitty’s ass and plunged her middle finger straight into Kitty’s hole.
Kitty’s mouth fell open, her face a mask of shock, a gurgle of astonishment welling in her throat but staying there as she forced herself silent and still. She just barely had time to do so before a second finger split her ass, lubricated from Kitty’s own pussy. Tears filled Kitty’s eyes, and she didn’t know if they were from pain or pleasure. Unconsciously, she held Jean tighter, the girl’s breath stirring against Kitty’s chest in calm counterpoint to the hot finger-fucking between her asscheeks.
“My, Katherine, your ass is taking my fingers very well. I don’t think this is your first time, is it?”
Kitty didn’t answer. Emma pushed both fingers in up to the knuckle, then twisted them around, the sudden intrusion filling Kitty with pain. She felt herself on the brink of an extraordinary orgasm, finding it hard to curb the moans deep in her chest. She stifled a sob as Emma curled her fingers. It hurt just right.
“Answer,” Emma hissed in her ear.
“No, I—Pete Wisdom, he used to—his fingers—“ Kitty looked back. She was Emma’s other hand on her strap-on, rubbing a gleaming substance into its black heft.
“Kitty…” Jean muttered in her sleep, her eyes twitching in their shut sockets. Kitty frantically petted her hair, cooing soothing noises into her ear, trying to keep her asleep as Emma spread lube along the slopes leading into Kitty’s crevice. At the very bottom, she massaged the oil into Kitty’s perineum, sending tingling lightning over into her sex, then pushed her wet digit into Kitty’s ass, the lubricant cool and soothing.
Kitty gave in, moaning as she held Jean tight, the girl snoring between her breasts.
Then she felt Emma’s breasts press into her back, the nipples hard and very easily felt through Emma’s thin corset.
“So you’ve never had a cock up your ass?”
“No,” Kitty said, somehow managing to blush. “Never.” She felt Emma’s wet dildo against her thighs.
“Oh, dearie, if only you had dated Scott Summers. He loves sodomizing me.” Emma reached around, her hand slipping between Kitty and Jean, the redhead muttering as the back of Emma’s glove brushed her thigh. Emma’s deft fingers quickly found Kitty’s clit, ready and waiting. “Once he’s finally earned his way back into my good graces, I think I’ll allow him to do so once more. I’ll be exceptionally tight after our long separation.” Emma rubbed Kitty’s clitoris back and forth, claiming it, latching on with her thumb and forefinger and studying it between her fingers. Kitty felt the orgasm she’d almost had from Emma fingering her ass. It’d drifted away, but now Emma was shoving it back into her. “You know, I wonder if I was his first or if he’s penetrated that lovely young woman in your arms from behind. Do you think she would let him? She certainly doesn’t seem shy, now does she?”
“I love you, Jean,” Kitty mumbled in her sleep.
Emma was suddenly rolling them on top of Jean, pulling Kitty onto her hands and knees over the redhead, mounting Kitty doggy-style. She aimed the head of her strap-on into Kitty’s anus and pushed forward, Kitty staring down into her young lover’s face as Jean shivered in her sudden absence.
“Wait,” Kitty gasped, feeling her ass being forced open, the head alone bigger than two of Emma’s fingers had been. “It’s too big, it’s—it won’t fit!”
“For your sake, let’s hope you’re wrong there. Shush, now. Don’t wake the baby.” And Emma sent the dildo flying into Kitty with one firm thrust.
Kitty couldn’t help it. She moaned, a sound dredged from the very bottom of her body, and she felt Emma’s grin at her back, the White Queen getting off on taking her anal virginity. She tried to overcome her body’s instinctive resistance to the cock boring into it, her ass screaming in distress, a sensation of burning, itching. But Emma thrust patiently, and the tight muscle slowly yielded. At first pressing inward, then opening—then stretching.
More than the dildo, Kitty felt a scream jammed into her body. Pain and pleasure coiled together, two never-ending ropes that kept binding themselves in each other, the knot growing and growing, expanding until the intensity felt like it would explode right out of Kitty’s skin, no longer a person, just pure—ecstasy. A birth heralded by a scream, but she could’ve ever voice it. She couldn’t let herself come. She couldn’t let herself make a sound.
Kitty’s mouth gaped open, even emptier without sound coming out of it. The friction hurt, the stretching hurt, the pressure hurt, but everything else felt so goddamn good. She whimpered when her anus was finally forced over the blunt head of Emma’s dildo, closing on the groove behind the artificial glans. It felt electric.
Emma kept up the steady pressure, her relentless slow-motion charge. Her hands were feeling up Kitty’s smooth ass, alternately holding it open and pushing it closed on the dildo lodged in her most intimate area. When she took a lover, it was always someone with a body she could enjoy in all its aspects—but there was nothing quite like ravaging someone’s asshole.
She loved the sight of the inky black dildo steadily disappearing between the pale moons of Kitty’s ass, expanding the little bud of her anus like a balloon. She powered in, until Kitty could feel the fine hair of her shorn cunt on her ass. Then, with a wiggle, Emma gained a last fraction of an inch inside Kitty.
“Feels like it’s all the way in my stomach,” Kitty whined hoarsely. “Feels like it’s gonna come out my mouth. How far is it? Please, Emma, how far?”
“All the way in,” Emma told her. “If I’d known you could take it up the ass so easily, I would’ve brought a bigger dildo.” She began to draw back, the friction sounding inside Kitty like a whetstone being drawn over a knife. Oh God, oh Christ—
Underneath her, Jean slept the sleep of the innocent. Until a drop of drool from Kitty’s open mouth hit her cheek. She blinked a few times, even staring up at Kitty for a heart-stopping moment, before rolling over and going back to sleep.
Then Emma rammed the dildo back inside Kitty, the searing friction roaring through her, ecstasy and agony vying to see which she voiced first. Kitty clamped her teeth together, only letting out the barest whimper in response to the perverted act. Christ, how could it feel so good for Emma to hurt her this bad?
Emma’s cruel fingers sank into Kitty’s waist, finding surprisingly little soft flesh and a goodly amount of muscle. And here Emma thought she’d been joking about Kitty exercising off her Thanksgiving weight. She steadied and guided Kitty as she fucked into her anus, not really caring whether Katherine enjoyed it or not, but taking smug satisfaction in the fact that she was. Of course. How could she not?
Kitty’s eyes rolled back in her head. The feeling of Emma penetrating her ass went on and on and on. She felt wetness on her thighs that wasn’t sweat, her sex trying to climax on empty space. Hating herself, Kitty braced one arm on the headboard, and brought the other down between her legs. She barely had to touch herself before it started—the explosion.
She twisted around the intrusion from behind, every muscle in her body spurring her toward orgasm. She opened her mouth to scream and Emma clamped her hand over it, holding in Kitty’s wail as she rode her, heaving her cock into Kitty’s slick tunnel over (harder) and over (faster) and over (deeper) again.
“My goodness, you little vixen!” Emma was richly amused. “You’re actually getting off on me violating your bottom. I had no idea you were such a slut! Oh, wait, I absolutely did.” She forced the dildo all the way in, rubbing her crotch against Kitty’s ass in counterpoint to Kitty’s fingers desperately stroking her clit.
“Don’t stop,” Kitty murmured into Emma’s hand, “please don’t stop, please don’t—“
She threw both hands to the headboard, barely holding herself up as her cunt clenched and throbbed, trying to squeeze something out, then firing off wetly—a sudden ejaculation shaking out of Kitty’s body, splashing down on the sheets that covered Jean Gray’s sleeping form. She couldn’t even think of shielding her thoughts, and Emma dined on them like fine chocolate.
FUCK OH YES, THAT’S YES THAT’S JUST RIGHT DO THAT HARDER OH FUCK THAT’S JUST THE WAY I LIKE IT THAT’S PERFECT FUCK DO IT RIGHT OH SHIT YOU’RE GOING TO GET ME TO COME DON’T STOP WHATEVER YOU DO DON’T STOP FUCK FUCK FUCK I’M GONNA I’M COMING I’M GONNA I’M GONNA YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU MADE ME COME OH SHIT!
Kitty would’ve fallen on top of Jean if Emma hadn’t held her up. She choked out words like a sob. “Get it out of me, it’s too much—“
“Not yet,” Emma said, her hands locked around Kitty’s waist, holding her still as she rode into her ass.
“Please, I’m done, I can’t—“
Emma grabbed Kitty’s breasts tight and speared into her once more. Kitty’s complete surrender, her begging, her loving submission, the feel of having a prick in her ass—it combined into a cocktail that finally succeeded in getting Emma off. She hummed her pleasure into Kitty’s body, kissing her fondly on the ear before letting Kitty up to remove the dildo from her.
“You make such a good bitch,” she moaned, the highest praise she could give Katherine Pryde.
Kitty’s nightgown was already ruined, so Emma wiped the dildo off on her bedspread as Kitty fell face-up and spread-eagled beside Jean, her cunt wet, her ass gaping. Exhausted and spent and used and unable to resent it.
“That’s alright, I don’t expect a thank you,” Emma said. “But my dildo is still a little messy. I think you might have gotten some of your juices on it when you were squirting all over the bed. Would you like to give it a little spit-shine?”
Panting, Kitty could do no more than raise her middle finger.
“That’s alright,” Emma replied sunnily. “I have more than one bitch in this room.”
***
Jean had quite an unusual dream. It felt very real; she dreamed she had a cock in her mouth, and she was sliding her tongue over it, pulling her lips adoringly across its head, drooling on it even. The cock worked its way to the back of her mouth, the tip almost lodging in her gullet as she kept sucking with vigor, almost gagging. Then the cock was pulling back, Jean purring with satisfaction as she expected it to ram back into her mouth, but instead it kept going, drawing out from between her lips, and Jean whimpered after it, sucking at the air, as her dream ended and she was once more thinking about Kitty Pryde, holding her, comforting her, so warm and sweet and pure.
The one thing about this time that hadn’t been corrupted.
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