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The Red Queen Chronicles: The Phoenix	By : marvelmaster616 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Crossovers Views: 7086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The Red Queen Chronicles: The Phoenix
Chapter 3: Crowning Achievement
Jean Grey’s Bedroom – Years Ago
“Are you ready, Jean? It’s…not too late to pull back,” said an anxious yet eager Scott Summers.
“I’m ready, Scott. Please…I want this,” said an equally anxious, but far more eager Jean Grey.
It was really going to happen. Jean was going to lose her virginity. She was going to have sex with her boyfriend, Scott Summers. It was the most nerve-racking moment she’d experienced since the X-men’s first battle with Magneto, but she refused to deny these burning desires a second longer.
She wasn’t entirely sure what led up to this. The night had started out typically. She and Scott went on a date. The date went well…very well, in fact. Scott went the extra mile, convincing Angel to get them reservations at this Italian restaurant she’d been wanting to try for months. He’d also bought tickets to this concert she’d been dying to see. He didn’t mention how he got them and Jean didn’t ask. All she knew was that at some point, she decided that this would be the night when they took their relationship to the next level.
With their hearts racing and their hormones in overdrive, Jean led him up to her bedroom. Somewhere between the door and her bed, they’d shed their clothes, which now lay crumpled on the floor. It all culminated in this moment.
She and Scott had talked about it before. Those conversations often got awkward, but it was something she knew they both wanted…to express their blossoming love through this most basic of acts.
She was so ready, lying on her back with Scott hovering over her, the tip of his erect penis pressing up against the outer folds of her pussy. Her legs were spread, feet planted firmly on her bed as she held onto her boyfriend’s arms in anticipation.
“Okay. I’m going to thrust it in now,” said Scott, already breathless.
“Hurry!” Jean urged him. “Please…do it.”
Her last shred of reservation faded. Gazing up at her lover, Jean begged him to do it…to make love to her. In the reflection of his ruby-quartz glasses, she saw a girl ready to become a woman…a girl who wasn’t quite as prudish as others might have thought.
Scott finally heeded her pleas and, with a simple thrust of his hips, drove his rigid penis into the moist folds of her virgin pussy. They each let out a sharp gasp at the feeling of his flesh merging with hers. Passionate love and burning lust finally came together in a powerful feeling.
“Ooh Jean!” Scott grunted.
“Ohhh Scott! I feel you…inside me!” Jean cried out.
With the utmost care, he pushed his dick in as far as it would go. Her inner muscles eagerly stretched to accommodate every inch, her womanly flesh embracing his manly length. There was some slight discomfort, which her friends had told her to expect. Some had even warned her that it would hurt. She couldn’t wait to tell them how wrong they were.
It was finally official. She was not a virgin anymore. She and Scott were having sex. Their bodies were entwined, matching the passions in their hearts. Through such powerful feelings, basic instincts took over.
Scott began moving his hips, the masculine sinews of his upper body meshing with her famine curves. A new flood of sensations followed as his rigid flesh slithered within her tight folds. If there was supposed to be any discomfort during her first sexual experience, then it was long gone.
“Jean…oh my God, Jean!” gasped Scott. “It’s so…so hot! So tight!”
“Yes! It feels…so good! Please…do it harder!” Jean urged him.
“Are…are you sure?”
Yes, damn it! I’m sure!”
Her vocal reaction shocked Scott somewhat. She wasn’t usually this direct. She even surprised herself somewhat, but Jean just chalked that up to excitement. She was making love to her boyfriend for the first time. She deserved to get a little excited.
“If you say so…my love,” said Scott, showing more enthusiasm than he ever had since joining the Xavier Institute.
Not at all dissuaded by her remark, he dug his knees and feet into the bed, grabbed her by the hips, and began moving his body with more vigor. He was still as careful as anyone could expect a boyfriend to be in such a profound moment. Scott, being more careful than most, made a clear effort to ensure their sex felt good to her. It was reflective of the kind of man he was…so dedicated, disciplined, and determined.
Jean’s passions went into overdrive, her love and lust escalating into unknown territories. With her lover’s every thrust and grunt, she arched her body and savored the feeling that followed. She continued to be quite vocal, moaning and gasping blissfully at onslaught of sensations. At times, her moans turned into high-pitched squeals. Had it not felt so damn good, she would’ve been embarrassed, but in a moment so powerful, having the man she loved in her bed and in his arms, she couldn’t care less.
Fueled by passion and desire, Jean smothered her lover with every affectionate gesture she could. She kissed his lips, neck, and face. Sometimes the kisses were living. Sometimes they were playful. She also raked her nails down his back, which was sure to leave a few marks, but Scott certainly didn’t seem to mind. She even grasped the arms that had gained more muscle tone lately, thanks to the Danger Room.
Whatever the case, the same sentiments of love and lust were conveyed. This man – this strong, loving, and dedicated man – was so good to her. She couldn’t have hoped for a better man with which to share her first sexual experience.
That experience intensified much faster than she expected. Under the weight of so much passion, Jean quickly lost track of time. They couldn’t have been doing it for that long. They had barely worked up much of a sweat. That didn’t matter though. Jean could already feel it coming. She was going to have an orgasm.
“Scott! Ohhh Scott! I’m getting close! I’m getting…so close!” Jean cried out between desperate gasps.
“Wow! Already?” gasped Scott amidst his heavy breathing.
“Yes! I feel it! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna…come!”
Jean was almost as surprised as her lover, but made it clear to him that she was dead serious. She hooked her legs around his waist and dug the balls of her feet into his lower back, urging him to trust deeper. Her breathing became more ragged. Her lower body felt like it was on fire. It was really happening.
She knew female biology as well as anyone who’d passed a basic health class. Jean knew her own biology as well, having masturbated regularly for years. It usually took more effort for a woman to achieve orgasm, especially during her first time. Either this was another part of her mutation or she was just that eager for this feeling.
Whatever the case, it happened. On her first sexual experience with her boyfriend, she achieved orgasm. The ecstasy hit her with the force of a thousand Sentinel attacks.
“Ohhhh Scott!” she exclaimed, her cries reverberating throughout the room.
It was incredible. She closed her eyes, arched her back, and curled her toes as a wave of hot pleasure washed over her. It surged through her body like a raging river. It was, by far, the most intense orgasm Jean had ever experienced.
Her reaction was so intense that Scott had to stop his movements. With his dick still inside her throbbing folds, all he could do – all she needed him to do – was to embrace her through this feeling. Even as her nails dug into his skin, he held her in his powerful arms, conveying every loving thought and emotion a man could share with her.
‘The love…the passion…the pleasure…I feel it all. Together, in this moment…I feel it with Scott Summers…the man I love.’
Her mind and body shuddered under the weight of such powerful feelings. She continued clinging to her lover’s body, her inner muscles throbbing in accord with the pleasure. For a moment, Jean forgot how to breathe. Every sense and every thought was so intense. It was only the gentle touch of her lover that kept her anchored.
When the chaos finally settled, Jean opened her eyes to see her boyfriend’s loving gaze upon her. He had the widest smile she had seen since that fateful day she agreed to their first date. He deserved to smile too. He just gave his girlfriend an orgasm on their first time. Even by X-men standards, that was a hell of an accomplishment.
“Jean…you’re so beautiful,” said Scott as he lovingly caressed her face.
“And you’re so good to me, Scott,” said Jean with a beaming smile.
“Are you going to be okay?”
“Are you kidding? I’ve never been better!” she replied with an overly-enthused laugh. “My wonderful boyfriend just made love to me…and he made me come.”
“I’m…not sure I did anything special,” he said sheepishly
“It doesn’t matter. You satisfied your girlfriend. You’ve earned this!”
In order to allay any possible doubt, Jean captured his lips in a passionate kiss. It effectively got her point across. He had done his part. He deserved to feel proud.
‘I’m so lucky. Scott is such a wonderful boyfriend. He makes every effort to prove his love to me. Well, he has nothing left to prove now. For me, his wonderful girlfriend, however…’
As they kissed passionately in their naked embrace, an important realization came to Jean. Not only was Scott’s erect manhood still inside her, but he hadn’t climaxed yet. He had held back for her. Being so disciplined, that was hardly surprising. He’d probably heard from the others how hard it was for women to orgasm during their first time. He’d probably expected to have to restrain himself to ensure her pleasure.
The fact that she had experienced such ecstasy while he hadn’t just didn’t sit well with Jean. What kind of girlfriend would she be if she didn’t put in the same effort? A man like Scott Summers deserved a girlfriend who made that effort and Jean was determined to be that girl.
“Scott…” she said, upon breaking the kiss.
“Yes, Jean?” asked Scott, still very much in a daze.
“You did everything a girl could ask for and then some. Now let me return the favor!”
What happened next defied everything Jean through she knew about herself. Something inside her awakened. In an instant, the friendly, well-mannered young woman that everybody in the X-men loved disappeared. In her place emerged a woman driven by passion, fueled by lust, and determined on achieving a single goal.
‘This feeling…so strong and passionate. He wants more. I want more. And we’re going to get it, damn it!’
With an assertiveness that caught her boyfriend by surprise, Jean grabbed her lover by the shoulders, captured his lips in another kiss, and rolled him over on the bed so that he now lay flat on his back. His dick never left her pussy, her throbbing folds still surrounding his hardened flesh. By the times their lips parted, they were in a new position where this new Jean Grey could exercise her passions.
Hovering over him, her knees resting on each side of his hips with her toes dug firmly into the sheets, Jean leaned over so that her upper body completely dominated her lover’s vision. She made sure her face, her breasts, and her gaze were the center of his world. The look of surprise on his face faded and was replaced by sheer awe.
“Jean…” he said with a hint of reverence in his tone.
“Relax, my love,” said Jean. “I’m going to ride your dick. I’m going to ride it until you come!”
She leaned over so that her face was mere inches from hers. She then caressed his face, deep affection mixing with her assertive demeanor.
“And I want you to come,” she said to him. “I want you to share in this pleasure!”
It was one instance where Scott Summers didn’t have to think, plan, or strategize. For once, he could just lay back and let someone else guide him. Jean to be the woman that Scott trusted with the passions he so often reserved. To be that woman was to be more than just a girlfriend.
Slipping deeper into a daze, still looking up with astonished admiration, Scott fell silent and left Jean to do as she promised. She gave him one last kiss, as if to seal it. Then, she rose up and placed both hands on his chest. Armed with this new leverage, Jean rode his cock with intense fervor, moving her hips and working the folds of her pussy along the length of his flesh.
“Mmm…you like that, love? Does that feel good?” Jean purred, speaking with an erotic tone she didn’t know she had.
“Ohhh yeah! So…so good!” he moaned.
He sounded more incoherent than she’d ever heard before. Jean took that as a sign that she was doing something right.
She treated it as though it were one of the X-men’s life-and-death mission. She didn’t care that parts of her lower body were still throbbing from her orgasm. Her boyfriend needed this. He deserved this. Whatever this was – love, sex, lust, or something else entirely – she loved it and she wanted more.
That new woman Jean had awakened proved more animated than expected. As she rode her lover’s cock, she treated it like a show of sorts. She moved her body as though she were dancing, gyrating her hips and working her pussy along the length of his cock. A new wave of sensations coursed through her body, overriding any lingering effects from her orgasm. Jean arched and contorted her body to the sensations flowing through her. She even leaned over at times, giving Scott an up-close view of her breasts. That triggered a new man in him as well.
Through his daze, Scott reached up and hungrily kneaded her breasts with both hands. At one point, he even shot up and buried his face between her fleshy mounds, making the kinds of noises that did not fit the profile of an uptight boy scout. Jean didn’t mind in the slightest though. If anything, it encouraged her theatrics.
“That’s it, Scott. Embrace this feeling with me!” she urged.
Driven by their shared passion, Jean moved her body with greater vigor, rocking both her lover and the bed. She listened as his blissful gasps became more desperate. She could sense he was getting close, approaching that special threshold that separated mere pleasure from overwhelming ecstasy. With the utmost determination, Jean guided him to this point and beyond.
“Jean! Oh Jean, I…I’m coming! I’m gonna come!” he exclaimed, his face contorting under the weight of such pleasure.
“Yes, my love. Come!” Jean told him with a potent blend love and lust.
She tightened her embrace on him, digging her feet hard into the bed as she worked her hips with more fervor. She could feel his cock throbbing in her folds, aching for its release. After just a few more thorough motions, she sent her lover past the point of no return.
“Ohhh Jean!” Scott cried out as he entered that special domain of bliss.
As soon as she heard that unmistakable proclamation – that same one that she had cried out moments ago – she ceased her movements and just clung to her lover. With his hands now firmly on her butt, Scott’s entire body shuddered as he achieved his overdue release.
It was a beautiful sight, one Jean admired for every blissful second. The way the face contorted and his muscles tensed assured her that the pleasure was every bit as powerful as the kind she’d experienced. Along with this sight, Jean felt a hot stream of fluid shoot up into her pussy. It finally allowed his manly juices to mix with hers, their physical union finally catching up with their shared passions.
For a moment, she and Scott just held each other, clinging to the passion and pleasure they’d created together. Time ceased. The world around them stopped. Within this moment, there was just the two of them, sharing a wonderful feeling…a feeling that had unlocked something new and profound.
‘I just had sex to my boyfriend. I just lost my virginity. Is it supposed to feel like this? Is it supposed to feel so…revealing?’
There were a lot of strange thoughts coursing through her mind right now. Jean didn’t bother making sense of them. She just savored this feeling with Scott for as long as possible.
When their bodies and minds finally settled from the ecstasy, she and her lover kissed again. Scott, now breathless and dazed, fell back onto the bed and Jean followed suit. Along the way, she rose off his penis, giving their lower bodies some much-needed rest. She stayed on top of him though, their naked flesh remaining entwined.
“Wow! That was so…wow!” said Jean, now sounding like her old self.
“Mmm…couldn’t have said it better myself,” said Scott.
“Well…you’ve always been a man of few words, Mr. Summers.”
“And you’ve always made your words matter,” he replied. “This time, however…”
His words trailed off, his loving expression telling Jean all she needed to know.
“I know,” she said with a beaming smile.
She kissed him again, now enjoying the intimate embrace between lovers. It was a fitting gesture to cap off their first sexual experience. It would’ve been so sweet if that were all there was to this moment. However, those strange thoughts from earlier refused to fade completely.
‘I wish you had more words for this, Scott. I’d REALLY like to make sense of this. I know sex is a big deal in a relationship. Hell, it’s a big deal in general. So why does it feel like it’s a bigger deal than I think it is?’
These thoughts continued to plague her, even after their lips parted. She remained in her lover’s embrace, soaking in the warmth of her lover’s body. She felt Scott’s hands casually roam around her naked flesh, as if to highlight every feature. Through his touch, she sensed a similar conflict raging within. His silence indicated that he was no closer to resolving it.
“I love you, Jean. You know that, right?” he told her.
“Of course I know, Scott. I love you too,” said Jean with a grin. “Hell, we just did a damn good job of expressing that love.”
“So am I crazy for thinking that we might have done too good a job?” he questioned.
“Too good? As though sex between two people who love each other can be too good?” joked Jean.
“I’m serious, Jean. I mean…it’s not like we’ve been that shy about sex. I think we made it clear that we weren’t going to wait until our wedding night.”
“You think that’s why I went on birth control before our first date?”
“It’s not just that. In certain moments, you feel things inside you that you didn’t know were there…strange things that you can’t make sense of. I’m just worried that we don’t know everything we think we know about what we just did.”
Jean looked up at her lover, seeing the concerned yet dazed look on his face. He’d always been anxious about feelings he didn’t understand. It was one of the reasons why it took them so long to get together. It would’ve been easy to just chalk this up to Scott’s overly-analytical nature. That wouldn’t have made his concerns any less valid, though.
It was a lot to process, especially for two people who just had sex for the first time. Jean would’ve loved to make sense of it, but she had already dealt with so many overwhelming feelings tonight. As far as she was concerned, neither one of them was equipped to deal with everything they’d just experienced. With a dazed mind and a sore body, Jean caressed her lover’s face and gave him a reassuring smile.
“Scott…I’d rather not worry right now,” she told him. “What we just did…it’s a lot to take in.”
“Yeah. I think that part is normal, at least,” said Scott, who seemed to relax under her loving touch.
“There’s nothing normal about us or the lives we live. Things are going to feel strange and overwhelming. That’s unavoidable. But whether it’s mutant-killing robots or us making love, I believe we’ll figure it out.”
“I believe that too. There’s just so much to deal with. How long do you think it will take?”
“I don’t know,” said Jean, “but when that day comes, I’m sure it’ll be worth waiting for!”
The Hellfire Club – Present Time
“The wait is over, you two. You are so ready for this!” proclaimed Mary Jane Watson, the Red Queen.
Jean Grey hadn’t been ready for a lot of things in her life. Being a mutant, being part of the X-men, encountering a cosmic force, dying in front of the man she loved, and coming back to life were all moments that’d caught her off-guard. However, none of those moments compared to this.
“Um…should we give them a towel or a glass of water first?” asked Pete, the masked man standing next to the Red Queen. “Things got a little messy.”
“Absolutely not!” said Emma Frost harshly. “They should be messy. It’s the only way to get the point across.”
The former White Queen’s logic was crude, but it also made perfect sense. The fact it made so much sense convinced Jean that she and Scott needed to see this through. She still wasn’t entirely sure what this was, but the implications were unavoidable.
Now standing in the center of the stage – as naked, sweaty, and disheveled as anyone would expect after being gangbanged by a dozen men – she locked eyes with her husband. He was just as naked and disheveled as her, hair all messed up and his skin still glistening with sweat, among other fluids. The radiant light from the M’Krann Shard illuminated every trace of their decadent acts. The upstanding, well-kempt, well-groomed role models of the Xavier Institute had disappeared. In their place stood a very different Scott and Jean Grey-Summers.
They were not the reserved, restrained, and uptight couple they thought they were. They were something else…something that was difficult to admit, but impossible to avoid. Scott just had sex with another woman – multiple women, actually – with little regard for deeper passions. Jean had just indulged in multiple sex acts with men whose names she didn’t even know. They had always embraced the depths of their love, but restrained their capacity for lust.
Now, having abandoned that restraint, a different feeling emerged…one where the line between love and lust became much clearer. Under the weight of this feeling, neither of them said a word. To make sense of it all required something else…something more direct.
“Look at each other,” said the Red Queen with dominating authority. “Tell me what you see.”
“I see…my wife,” Scott answered in a flat, logical tone.
“And I see my husband,” said Jean, mirroring his tone.
“Is that all you see?” said voluptuous redhead skeptically. “Don’t dance around it. Tell me more!”
Mary Jane held up the glowing M’Krann Shard a little higher, as though they needed more light to see what was already abundantly clear. Jean sensed what Mary Jane was doing. There was no sense in avoiding it a second longer.
“I see a man who just fucked two other women,” said Jean in as blunt a tone as possible. “His hair is a mess. He reeks of sweat, sex, and overpriced perfume. He’s got lipstick smears on his face, chest, and penis. Hell, his entire demeanor is that of someone who just got laid and enjoyed the hell out of it.”
“Speak for yourself,” said Scott, his tone every bit as blunt. “I see a woman who just got fucked every which way by at least a dozen men. Her hair is a mess. Her makeup is all smeared. Her whole body reeks of sweat and semen…especially between her legs. With the way she’s standing, I’d say she enjoyed it too. She enjoyed it a lot.”
“I could’ve told you that, darling,” said Emma smugly.
“Sure. You could’ve,” said Scott, “but I wouldn’t have believed you. This is something that I – that we – needed to see first-hand.”
“Well now that you’ve seen it and believe it, what does that tell you?” asked Mary Jane.
It sounded like a trick question, something she’d asked just to get a reaction out of them. It was no trick though. This was serious. This might very well be the most serious understanding that she and Scott had ever confronted as a couple
They each took a step closer to one another. Now she could really sense the traces of decadence radiating from her husband’s body. She imagined the smell of sweat and semen coming from her got a lot thicker as well. It didn’t repulse him though. She felt no disgust or revulsion either. Through everything they’d just experienced – the sex, the pleasure, and the lewd acts surrounding it – something profound emerged.
“It says that this is part of who we are,” said Jean, speaking with more certainty than she had felt since her wedding day.
“This has always been part of who we are,” added Scott with just as much certainty. “We’ve just never admitted it. We only repressed it.”
“And after everything Charles Xavier has taught us about being mutants, that’s kind of sad,” said Jean.
“Kind of?” joked Emma.
“Now here it is…shoved in our faces and impossible to ignore,” Jean continued, not dissuaded by Emma’s remark. “We can’t avoid it anymore.”
“And I don’t want to avoid,” said Scott.
He reached out and caressed her face with the same affection he’d always given her. The smeared makeup, the messy hair, and the thick scent of decadent sex repulse him. Jean even smiled back at him, reaching out and affectionately grasping his shoulders.
“We have so many powerful…desires, so to speak,” said Scott with a not-so-subtle undertone.
“You don’t have to be polite about it, Scott. We’re very horny,” said Jean with a humored grin.
“Fair enough,” he said, grinning back at her. “For much of our lives – even before we got together – we’ve done a piss poor job managing those feelings.”
“I could’ve told you that too,” said Emma, rolling her eyes.
“I just met you two and even I could tell,” laughed Pete, “and that before the gangbang.”
Mary Jane gave Pete a playful swat and shot Emma a glare to dissuade further remarks. Still holding the M’Krann Shard, she maintained a serious demeanor.
“What you’ve done in the past is irrelevant now,” said the Red Queen. “What matters is how you handle things moving forward. That’s a lesson I had to learn the hard way at many points in my life. That’s the approach I’ve taken with managing the Hellfire Club.”
“And I’d say it’s working quite well,” commented Jean, needing no further convincing.
“Definitely an improvement over the old regime,” said Scott in agreement.
“I appreciate the sentiment. It bodes well for future collaboration between the Hellfire Club and the X-men. It’ll also make the final act that much easier.”
The possibilities of a functioning alliance with the Hellfire Club – a concept that she and Scott thought impossible, if not dangerous – were vast and varied. However, Jean wasn’t thinking that far ahead just yet. She and her husband had more immediate concerns.
Mary Jane, who seemed to share those concerns, approached them with an authority befitting of the Red Queen. With each step she took, the light radiating from the M’Krann Shard grew more intense. Jean sensed an energy building within it…an energy that was drawn to her and Scott, but had yet to be released.
“Together, you’ve finally acknowledged these feelings,” said Mary Jane. “Through the Hellfire Club, you’ve explored and indulged in them. Before the final act begins, answer me this one question…do these feelings make your love for each other any less sincere?”
“No. It doesn’t,” said Scott without hesitation. “I still love my wife with all my heart…even after having sex with two beautiful women.”
“And I still love my husband,” said Jean with equal conviction. “Gangbang or not, I still love him.”
“Then congratulations! You’ve achieved an understanding that many couples either refuse to accept or outright avoid. All that’s left is to back up your sentiment with actions.”
“Actions?” questioned Scott. “After what we just did?”
“Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten,” said Mary Jane coyly. “When it comes to pushing our limits, the Hellfire Club has more resources than most.”
Now standing just a few feet away from them, the Red Queen held up the M’Krann Shard a bit higher. Then, whether by an unspoken command or just by perfect timing, a halo of fire-like energy shot out from the shard and surrounded her and Scott.
“Whoa!” said Scott in amazement.
“The power…so hot,” said Jean.
In a dazzling display that filled the club, the energy swirled around their naked bodies, eventually forming a glowing halo that took the familiar shape of the Phoenix. It was not unlike her first encounter with the Phoenix Force, but this was much less overwhelming.
Like a spark igniting a flame, it awakened the cosmic power within her. This time, however, there was no confusion, hunger, or hatred. She didn’t fight to control it either. She didn’t have to. The fact that it also engulfed Scott hinted that there was more to this power than she’d expected. If anything, this new energy imparted something that had been missing from the cosmic power that had affected her life so profoundly…something that kept her from feeling truly whole.
‘The Phoenix…the power, the passion, and the strength…no longer broken. No longer confused. And it’s even flowing through Scott. He’s not a psychic. Is that even possible? I guess it is now. That, or I’m just too horny to care!’
Along with this display, Jean felt a fresh rush of energy. The soreness and fatigue from all her indulgent sex acts faded. She felt like she could run a Level 10 Danger Room scenario and take down an army of Sentinels afterward. Looking at her husband, she could also sense the strength returning to him as well. He now had the look of a man ready to go toe-to-toe with Juggernaut. Suddenly, the idea of more action, had much greater appeal.
“Take this power…this power that once corrupted you…and make it yours,” said the Red Queen. “Use it to make love to each other. Prove to yourselves that these feelings can co-exist. They can become a strength. You just have to make it one.”
“A strength…instead of a weakness,” said Scott distantly.
“Certainty…instead of reservation,” Jean said.
“And a damn good reason to have more sex,” joked Pete.
“Oh come now. Are you trying to kill the mood?” said Emma.
“Is that even possible at this point?” he retorted.
Their remarks made no difference. Scott once again embraced her in his powerful arms, now flushed with renewed strength. Jean embraced him back, their naked bodies now surrounded in the intense energy of the M’Krann Shard. In his gaze, she saw that he understood what lay before them. There was one last bit of desire to fulfill and, even after so much reckless indulgence, they were more determined than ever to fulfill it.
“Jean…let’s finish this,” said Scott, once again speaking with the utmost urgency.
“Finish this feeling…yes,” said Jean distantly, “but first, let me just do one thing.”
He asked no questions and she offered no explanation. Jean just acted and her husband trusted her, as two lovers should. With a seductive glance, she released her grip on his shoulders and removed his ruby-quartz glasses.
Usually, someone reaching for his glasses triggered an immediate reflex. He’d avoid it, push away, or just close his eyes. That didn’t happened this time. Thanks to her renewed energy, coupled with some telepathic mastery supplemented by the Phoenix Force, his optic blasts were contained. For a brief moment they flashed red. Then, they faded to reveal that most rare of sights…the unobstructed face of Scott Summers.
“There. Now we’re ready!” said Jean.
“Wow. I…can see you, Jean,” said Scott, now admiring her with a special kind of passion.
“I want you to see everything, Scott. I want this to be memorable,” she told him.
“It already is!”
With the enthusiasm of a young man freed from every restraint, Scott pulled her into a kiss that helped ignite the passion. Jean matched that passion with her own, kissing back and deepening their embrace.
She didn’t care that his lips still had traces of Emma and Mary Jane’s lipstick. Her disheveled hair, smeared makeup, and sweaty flesh mixed with seminal entrails didn’t seem to bother him either. The fact that he had fucked other women and she had fucked other men did nothing to temper their passions. It just gave them all the more reason to intensify them.
Fueled by such passion, Jean eagerly jumped her husband, throwing her arms around his neck and hooking her legs around his waist. Scott, being so adept and strong, caught her with ease, grabbing hold of her butt. In the process, Jean let go of his ruby-quartz glasses and used her telekinesis to set it aside. She actually sent it over to Emma, shoving it into her hands.
“That’s a neat trick,” Emma commented upon catching the glasses. “I’m wondering if this is their idea of kink.”
“In a place like this, what isn’t considered kinky?” joked Pete.
“One person’s kink is another person’s casual fuck,” shrugged Mary Jane, having since rejoined them. “You think they’re trying to send us a message?”
“Yes. I think they’re trying to say we’re going to have hot sex and you’re going to watch us.”
“You don’t think that’s a threat, do you?” Pete wondered.
“They’re two very horny lovers under the influence of cosmic power. It doesn’t have to be,” said Mary Jane.
Kinky or not, it was going to happen. She and Scott were going to make love within the fires of the Phoenix Force and they were going to make it a big, flashy spectacle. In a place like the Hellfire Club, the same site that once filled them with such dread, it couldn’t have been more fitting.
In a display that helped ramp up the spectacle, Jean used her telekinesis along with the glowing power of the Phoenix to levitate her and Scott up off the floor. Then, with a grace befitting of any cosmic power, she carried them over to the bed where Scott had been sitting earlier. She even made sure they landed right in the middle so that the strategically-placed mirrors gave Emma, Pete, and Mary Jane a perfect view of their naked bodies.
‘We’re going to do this, Scott. We’re going to make love and they’re going to watch us.’
‘Good! I WANT them to watch us. I WANT them to watch me make love to my wife.’
‘You do realize those are some kinky thoughts from the X-men’s prominent boy scout, right?’
‘Jean, I was NEVER a boy scout. I am who I am and I’m ready to embrace that.’
‘So am I!’
That psychic exchange set a very specific, very sensual mood. The idea that they were going to make love in front of an audience – after a three-way and a gangbang, no less – evoked a special kind of desire. For her and Scott, a couple that had always been so reserved with their sex life, it was a major, yet overdue shift.
Now in the center of the bed, lying atop the same sheets that Scott had ruffled with Emma, Jean eagerly made out with her husband in an outburst of heated foreplay. The Phoenix-shaped halo continued to surround their bodies, as if to provide both illumination and protection. With so much energy flowing through them, Jean was ready to make this the hottest act of lovemaking in the universe.
“Wow! This is even hotter than I thought,” said Pete. “What are the odds that bed will hold up?”
“About as good as the odds of my panties staying dry…if I were wearing any,” laughed Mary Jane. “Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time someone broke a bed in the Hellfire Club.”
“Are you ever going to let me live that down?”
“Do you even want me to?”
“Hell no!”
Such lurid remarks made clear that their audience had high standards. That was to be expected, this being the Hellfire Club. However, Jean and her lover had every intention of matching and exceeding them.
The kissing and foreplay quickly escalated. Scott’s hands wildly roamed all over her naked body, helping to wipe away the sweat and semen from previous sex acts. Jean was every bit as thorough, smothering her lover’s masculine sinews with her touch. Their every kiss was hard and focused, their tongues wildly wrestling. It wasn’t the gentle, tender gestures of a reserved, restrained couple either. There was passion, but a very different kind of passion.
At some point through all the kissing and foreplay, their bodies shifted. Whether by intent or sheer lust, they ended up in a perfect 69 position with Scott lying on his back while Jean remained on top of him. From there, they began giving each other oral sex. Jean hungrily sucked his dick while Scott eagerly ate her pussy out. This ramped up the mood while priming their bodies for more sex.
As Jean sucked her lover’s cock, she could still taste the lips and sex of other women. Emma’s lips, in particular, really stood out and not just because she wore imported lipstick. She imagined her pussy was still dripping with the seminal fluids of multiple men. That didn’t stop Scott being really thorough, parting her pussy lips with both fingers and tasting her womanly flesh with his tongue.
‘I fuck a dozen guys and he STILL goes down on me. God, I have a wonderful husband!’
The idea that she had fucked other men didn’t repulse him. If anything, the idea that she was a horny, sex-crazed whore only pretended to be reserved actually excited him. On top of that, the idea that he could satisfy a couple of self-professed whores like Emma Frost and Mary Jane Watson excited her too. It boded well for the future of their sex life.
It also motivated Jean to suck her lover’s cock with just as much fervor, employing all the subtle techniques she knew he loved. The deep, manly grunts that followed let her know she was doing it right. In an uncanny testament to his male virility, Scott’s dick became fully erect again.
“Mmm…it’s time, my love,” said Jean after giving his rigid flesh one last lick.
“Yes. It is,” said Scott, after finally tearing himself away from her pussy.
With the coordination that only a husband and wife could achieve – which, admittedly, was their way of showing off to Emma, Pete, and Mary Jane – Jean worked with Scott to get into the best possible position.
They ended up in one that had been quite popular on their honeymoon. Scott propped himself on his knees in the center of the bed so that he was in an upright position. Jean then hooked her legs around his waist, grabbed onto his shoulders, and aligned her lower body with his so that the tip of his dick was right up against the outer folds of her pussy.
It wasn’t just the kind of position that allowed them both to be upright, ensuring they could share in the intimate effort. It also gave them a chance to look each other in the eye, convey to one another the love they had endured so much over the years, and give greater meaning to the feeling. Being able to see her husband’s eyes, illuminated by the light of the Phoenix flames, made it all the more powerful.
“Time give the Hellfire Club a show they’ll never forget!” said Jean boldly.
“I hope for nothing less,” said Scott with the confidence that could only come from the leader of the X-men.
Knowing full-well that Mary Jane, Emma Frost, and Pete were watching intently, Jean kissed her husband passionately while he guided his penis into her vagina. His manly flesh filled her so smoothly and effortlessly. The familiar sensations of penetration coursed through her, but this wasn’t just some masked man with a big dick. This was her husband. Even after having had multiple dicks inside her, Scott’s just fit her in all the right ways.
Once their union was complete, greater passions took over. Together, they began moving their bodies in a sexual rhythm. Jean eagerly gyrated her hips, working her pussy along the length of his cock. Scott made use of his upper-body strength, gripping her by the hips and supplementing her motions. It made for a perfect balance of sex, two lovers exerting their passions with equal fervor. It helped distinguish this intimate act from the various forms of decadence they had enjoyed earlier.
‘This is the difference. This is what it means to make love. I knew it was true before, the difference between sex and love. I just didn’t know how true it was. After what we just did…all that decadent and debauchery…Scott and I can still make love like this. It’s a beautiful feeling…and I have the Hellfire Club to thank for helping me realize it.’
It was the ultimate irony, gaining a stronger appreciation for love and sex in the same place that nearly destroyed her. It was also the ultimate revenge of sorts. This place tried to break her and Scott. Now they were making love within it. That just felt too right, among other things.
“Remarkable. Even after a gangbang and a three-way, they still insist on being so sappy and romantic,” said Emma dryly.
“I know. It’s so sweet, isn’t it?” said Mary Jane in an admiring tone.
“And hot,” added Pete. “Beats the hell out of Twilight, that’s for sure.”
“You do realize I was being sarcastic, right?” said Emma.
“Sarcasm doesn’t work when the sentiment is genuine, Emma,” said Mary Jane to the former White Queen’s chagrin. “The fact you’re still watching proves you appreciate it on some level.”
“Says you,” she scoffed.
“Say that without sarcasm and maybe I’ll believe you.”
That shut Emma Frost up. It also convinced Jean that she deserved the title of Red Queen. Anyone who could silence Emma Frost had earned that role. She’d have to remember to send a fruit basket to Mary Jane when all this was over.
For the moment, though, Jean’s sole focus was making love to her husband with the greatest spectacle possible. As their naked bodies moved to the sexual rhythm, blissful sensations mixed with intimate passions. She caressed her husband’s unobstructed face, smothering him with deep kisses and loving gestures. As always, he made sure to return the favor, keeping her secure in his powerful arms and feeling up her naked body in between the motions.
As their lovemaking escalated, the Phoenix-shaped fire surrounding them flickered brilliantly for all to see. She could feel the power reacting to their passion, fueling and strengthening it with every intimate movement. It was like tapping into an unseen source of energy, allowing her and Scott to realize the full potential of this feeling.
That potential quickly manifested into another orgasm. Jean, despite having had so many during her previous sex acts, felt another one approaching. This one, however, had a very different meaning to it. Not just any man was guiding her to this ecstasy. It was Scott Summers, her husband, leading the way as only he could.
“Oohhh Scott! I’m coming! My love…I’m coming!” she exclaimed.
“Jean…” was all Scott got out, so utterly focused on her with his unhindered gaze.
Feeling his eyes on him, Jean clung harder to him in anticipation of her release. She dug her nails into his shoulders, pushed her feet hard into the soft sheets of the bed, and leaned back in anticipation of the coming pleasure. The fiery energy swirling around them anticipated it as well, gaining an extra bit of intensity as she crossed that familiar threshold into a world of ecstasy.
‘This feeling…having sex with all those men…making love to my husband…I finally understand. I understand and it feels so good!’
The pleasure washed over her, her inner muscles contacting around her lover’s cock as the sensations shot up through her body. It was the special kind of ecstasy, one that could only come through making love. What unfolded next was, by far, the most theatrical part of the night.
As Jean cried out to the heavens in orgasmic passion, the Phoenix-shaped flames around them shot out a series of flares. It caused the lights to flicker and the stage to shake, as though it were a miniature earthquake. Jean had heard the phrase “earth-shattering orgasm” before. This might be the first time it was actually appropriate.
“Whoa! Even I felt that,” said Pete after the shaking subsided.
“Speak for yourself, darling,” said Emma. “I’ve felt such lurid projections before, but not like this.”
“That must mean they’re doing something right,” said Mary Jane.
“Even if it means risking the integrity of the stage?” asked Pete.
“Some costs are totally worth it. Orgasms that cause tremors definitely qualify!”
The Red Queen’s enthusiastic approach to sex was quickly growing on Jean. That was another fruit basket she owed her. Chances were, however, she’d owe her even more before this was over.
Once the waves of pleasure subsided, Jean re-focused her attention on her husband. While she would’ve loved to linger in the ecstasy, she couldn’t forget about the man who gave it to her. A man that loving and dedicated to her deserved this pleasure just as much.
“You hear that, my love? They’re okay with some risky passions,” said Jean in as loving and seductive a tone as she could manage.
“Good. Saves us the trouble of asking,” said Scott, intensely focused despite being short of breath.
“As if we were going to,” Jean scoffed.
Her tone and attitude earned her a grin from her husband. Without his ruby-quartz glasses, it was an especially-satisfying sight one Jean intended to maximize.
His throbbing cock still deep inside her pussy, Jean shifted their bodies again. She channeled her new appreciation for kinky lovemaking, pushing Scott onto his back and effectively pinning him to the bed. He offered no resistance whatsoever. He never said it outright, but Jean knew Scott really liked it whenever she took charge during sex. She didn’t do it often, but she whenever she did, she made damn sure it counted.
Once in this new dominating position, Jean dug her knees into the bed and began riding her husband’s cock with renewed fervor. Scott was all too eager to let her. He just held onto her hips, watched her with his loving gaze, and enjoyed the ride. She ignored any lingering throbbing in her lower body, focusing entirely on her husband’s approaching climax.
She followed a surge of energy that didn’t usually come so soon after an orgasm. Whether it was due to sheer passion or the impact of the energy from the M’Krann Shard didn’t matter. Jean was going to share this pleasure with her husband and that was all there was to it.
“Jean! Ohhh Jean! I…I’m going to…come!” he said through labored grunts. “Going to…come…soon!”
Upon hearing this, Jean gyrated her hips a little harder, practically slamming her pelvis down against his with every motion. She also leaned over so that she could see the look on her husband’s face as the feeling approached. His eyes were still solely on her…those beautiful eyes that she so rarely got to see.
‘Come for me, my love. I want to see it. I want to see your face as you embrace this feeling. Look me in the eye as our love bears fruit.’
It was an admittedly-sappy sentiment, one Emma Frost surely would’ve mocked had Jean said it out loud. That was why she said it with her thoughts. This part of the show wasn’t for the audience or anyone else. It was just for her and Scott.
“Jean…my love,” said Scott, his eyes now locked with hers.
With those fateful words, Jean felt her husband cross that special threshold as well. She made it a point to lean over and caress both sides of his face as he entered a world of ecstasy. She wanted to admire such beauty for all its worth.
Just as before, the swirling energy around them flared and the entire stage shook. Also like before, pleasure of a very intimate kind filled them. Jean watched with the utmost care as Scott’s face contorted to the sensations that followed. She could sense the intensity of this feeling, both from his thoughts and from the way his penis throbbed inside her vagina.
‘I love you, Jean…so much.’
‘I love you too, Scott. Whether we’re making love or fucking random strangers, I love you.’
Her loving thoughts came with loving gestures. Jean continued caressing her husband’s face as he soaked in the pleasure, smiling affectionately and seductively every step of the way. She felt another release of manly juices into her pussy. Even after having taken plenty of loads, his still felt special in a fitting sort of way.
Through the orgasmic bliss and the wondrous effects that followed, Scott never took his eyes off Jean. He eventually shifted his hands up to her face, caressing her cheeks as well before capturing her lips in an intimate kiss.
“That…is both touching and sexy,” said Pete distantly.
“A potent combination, if ever there was one,” said Mary Jane.
“If you say so,” said Emma, rolling her eyes again.
“You’re not much of a romantic, are you?” the Red Queen teased.
“After this, how can you not be?” added Pete.
Jean hid a humored grin from Emma’s view, even with the aid of the mirrors. When her lips parted from Scott’s, he flashed a similar grin. They wanted a show. They got one. Maybe they weren’t expecting two people who’d just indulged in such decadent sex acts to be so passionate. Defying those expectations, so to speak, made it all the more satisfying.
‘Looks like we’re making an impression,’ said Scott through their telepathic link.
‘Among other things,’ replied Jean jokingly. ‘Glad to see some appreciate a little romance mixed in with the debauchery.’
‘It’s a hell of a mix…one I don’t mind exploring.’
His grin shifted. This time, Scott was the one who sounded seductive. For the man others often teased for being such a boy scout, it was quite a change…one Jean found sexy as hell.
‘Mr. Summers, are you starting to develop a kinky side?’
‘Speak for yourself…although I think we’re way past the starting point.’
‘Good point. In that case, why don’t we skip a few steps and have a little fun?’
‘Fine by me!’
Jean shared another seductive grin with her husband before they came together in another passionate kiss. Their bodies separated in the process, if only to give them a brief reprieve. The theatrics weren’t complete though. There was still plenty of lingering desire to go with that feeling.
Emma Frost might not have appreciated it. Pete and Mary Jane might not fully understand it. However, they were still captivated by the erotic display before them and Jean had every intention of seeing it through to the end.
With the energy from the M’Krann Shard still flowing, Jean and her husband indulged in a fresh round of foreplay. This time, they were more playful, mixing the newly-discovered lust with the existing love that had fueled so much passion. Scott buried his face between her breasts. Jean played with his nipples and nibbled on his ears, which she knew he loved. They were like a couple of horny teenagers on their prom night, enjoying each other’s intimate company. It kept the passion and the energy flowing.
In short order, once again defying the limits of the male and female body, she and Scott became aroused again. She felt a fresh ball of heat in her lower body while her husband grew another erection. Again, it could’ve been a byproduct of the M’Krann Shard, but Jean preferred to attribute it to a lot of pent up horniness.
‘If we’re going to have a kinky side, we might as well go the distance. It works for X-men. Why not our sex lives?’
Following this twisted, yet engaging logic, Jean shared another round of lovemaking with her husband. This time, Scott took the initiative, showing that he could embrace this new spirit as well. He quickly proved to be every bit as adept as her.
Taking her in his arms, he laid her down on the bed and got on top of her. Jean instinctively spread her legs, welcoming him into her embrace as he positioned himself for more sex. As soon as his dick was aligned with her pussy again, he entered her with a simple thrust and the lovemaking continued.
“Mmm…such a strong, passionate man,” Jean purred as her body rocked to more passion.
“Yeah! I…can be that man. I…want to be…that man!” said Scott with manly grit.
He then went to work proving himself. Holding his hands in his, interlacing his fingers with hers, Scott worked his body with hers in another venting of passion. It led to yet another orgasm for her. At this point, having had so many, the path to such ecstasy had many shortcuts. This one didn’t shake the stage quite as much, but it was every bit as enjoyable. Her mind, body, and everything in between was in perfect harmony now, ensuring a steady stream of ecstasy.
“Oohhhh Scott! You are…that man,” she told him.
That earned her a loving kiss from her husband to help balance out the lust. It also kept the passion going, ensuring the flow of lovemaking remained steady.
“Wow! How many more orgasms do you think they can have?” wondered Pete.
“Don’t know. I haven’t been keeping count, but they’re still not even close to the record,” said Mary Jane coyly.
“There’s a record?!” the masked man gasped.
“I don’t think they’re trying to break it, darling,” said Emma, now coming off as more serious.
Had her mind, body, and lips not been so busy, Jean would’ve laughed at their remarks. They still saw this as an erotic spectacle. It had since become something so much more…something that had been a long time coming, both literally and figuratively.
The heated lovemaking, combined with the fiery display of cosmic energy around them, continued to unfold in a steady progression of sex acts. It manifested in a cycle, of sorts. She and Scott would kiss, touch, and make out. They would eventually get aroused. They would make love in a couple of positions until they climaxed. Then, the cycle repeated itself. It was a perfect progression of ecstasy and passion.
Moans, grunts, and gasps echoed between them every step of the way. They didn’t get too elaborate with the positions either. Sometimes Scott got on top of her. Sometimes she got on top of him. Sometimes they found a way to mix the two. He didn’t just stick to fucking her pussy either. He also gave her ass plenty of attention, fucking it when her vaginal muscles needed a rest. Having made her love of anal sex clear by now, there was no need to ease into it. He just treated it like another sex act, giving them yet another path to more orgasms.
Those orgasms kept on coming and Jean made sure Mary Jane, Pete, and Emma Frost knew it. Jean tended to be louder and more playful with their various sex acts while Scott tended to be more focused and direct. It created a distinct mix of passion, one that felt uniquely theirs. No matter what other acts they had indulged in tonight, this sex was theirs and theirs alone to enjoy.
At one point in this elaborate string of sex acts, Jean found herself on her hands and knees with Scott behind her. With one hand on her hips and the other fondling her dangling breasts, he hungrily pumped his cock into her ass, pushing her to the brink of another orgasm. For this one, however, she made it a point to stare her audience in the eye…specifically Emma Frost.
‘Look at us, Emma. Scott and I are making love. He fucks my pussy. I suck his dick. He fucks my ass. I fondle his balls. All the sex we have…these same acts that you do with such decadence…it’s an act of lust and love. Pete and Mary Jane can appreciate it. Can you?’
Shortly after she sent the former White Queen that telepathic message, Jean achieved another orgasm. She made sure she was extra theatrical with this one, throwing her head back while Scott leaned forward to kiss her. It was a perfect display of love and lust…a display that she hoped had sent the right a message.
“Scott…my love,” said Jean, her voice showing signs of fatigue.
“Jean…” said Scott, showing that he was near his limits as well.
They kissed again. Jean sensed Mary Jane and Pete smiling in approval. They clearly had an appreciation for the idea of mixing love and lust into various sex acts. Emma, however, remained unconvinced. She didn’t show it, but Jean could sense it from her mind. It still affected her. She might not even know it, but it affected her in a good way.
‘I know what you’re trying to do, Jean,’ Emma said via telepathy. ‘A part of me doesn’t appreciate it. A part of me wants to kiss you for making the effort. I’m not sure which disturbs me more. But if this is your way of making me hate you a little less…well, you’ve made your point.’
Jean was still too occupied with her lover to respond. The most she could manage with a knowing grin, one she flashed at Emma alone. The voluptuous blonde didn’t acknowledge it overtly. A simple nod let her know that she got the message. It might very well be a turning point for her friendship/rivalry with Emma Frost. For now, though, Jean focused on finishing this final erotic act with her husband.
She wasn’t sure how many more sex acts she and Scott shared, having long since lost count. She just knew that the energy from the M’Krann Shard was finite. It had energized them for this act, but only to a point. As their bodies and passions neared their limits, the swirling fires around them faded. By the time they engaged in their final act, it was like a flickering candle.
“Scott…one more,” said Jean in a weakened voice under this fading light. “Just…one…more.”
“Jean…I’m ready,” said Scott.
They were both close. She was on top again, riding his dick in a slow, thorough rhythm. Her hands were in his, their fingers enlaced in a passionate grip. Jean made it a point to admire his gaze, knowing his eyes would soon be shielded again by his ruby-quartz glasses. He made a similar effort. She could feel him memorizing every color and every detail of her naked body. It was a powerful moment, one where the last shred of repressed desire finally left them.
“Ohhhh Scott!” Jean cried out in one last orgasmic burst.
“Jean!” moaned Scott, squeezing her hand in anticipation of the ecstasy that followed.
The final climax was not so much a spectacle as it was a culmination, one last wave of shared pleasure to symbolize this new realization. It was part of who she was. It was part of who Scott was. This side of themselves – this decadent, lustful, and sexual side – was a part of them both and they had finally embraced it.
Once the last ripples of pleasure finished coursing her body, Jean collapsed atop her husband. Scott caught her in his arms, helping their bodies part in the process, thereby giving themselves some much needed rest. She felt plenty of juices, male and female alike, spill out of her. She would definitely need a shower later, but for now she was content to lay in a sweaty naked heap with her husband.
‘I am going to be SO sore in the morning.’
‘Jean, did you mean for me to hear that?’ said Scott through their psychic link.
‘So what if I did? Just don’t you dare try to apologize for it, Mr. Summers!’ Jean replied.
‘Wasn’t going to. I’m not going to apologize for fucking my wife and loving it.’
‘I like that new attitude. I have a feeling it won’t stop there.’
‘Me neither…and I don’t want it to.’
Those thoughts had plenty of implications, but neither one of them was in a condition to make sense of it. They were content to just lay together and regain their strength.
With his arms still around her, Jean felt Scott’s body go limp as well. Her head now on his chest, she could hear his heart pounding as he breathed heavily. She also sensed him close his eyes, his powers quickly returning. In addition, the energy from the M’Krann Shard finally ceased. The Phoenix-shaped halo around them faded, leaving just her and her husband on a bed on the main stage of the Hellfire Club.
While they enjoyed the afterglow, their audience stood up and gave them a standing ovation of sorts. Pete, Mary Jane, and Emma got up from the sofa and clapped. Emma’s applause might have been less enthused compared to Pete and Mary Jane, but even the White Queen couldn’t deny that she had just witnessed a real spectacle.
“Wow! What a show,” said Pete, sounding like a fanboy of sorts.
“I’ll say! Definitely one for the ages,” said the Red Queen with glowing approval, “and for the Hellfire Club, that’s saying something.”
“Indeed it is,” said Emma to her own chagrin, “and for once, that’s a good thing.”
“Glad…you approve,” said Jean, too tired to even raise her head.
“Oh this goes way beyond gaining our approval, Mrs. Grey-Summers,” said Mary Jane. “You’ve convinced me that I was right to take a chance on you two. That means we have an even greater opportunity before us.”
“Opportunity? What do you mean?” asked Scott, still just as weak.
Mary Jane walked up to the bed while Emma and Pete stayed behind. She still had the M’Krann Shard in her hand. By now, however, it wasn’t glowing anymore. It still had energy, but it was stable. The other redhead looked at it for a moment. Then, in a symbolic gesture of sorts, she placed it back in the same container she’d kept it in earlier.
“The old Hellfire Club tried to take something from you,” said Mary Jane. “This – the shard, the elaborate sex acts, the stage show – think of it as my way of giving it back to you…of taking responsibility for the legacy of my predecessors.”
“Taking responsibility goes a long way in this place now. Trust me,” added Pete.
“It also gives us reasons to not just redeem ourselves. It gives us a chance to make things even better!” said the Red Queen.
“Better how?” wondered Jean.
“Don’t worry. You’ll see!” said Mary Jane coyly. “For now, go ahead and rest up, enjoy the luxury amenities of the Hellfire Club, and appreciate your newfound fondness of decadence. Then, when you’re ready, we can discuss the future of the Hellfire Club…and how you two can help build that future.”
Hellfire Club – Three Days Later
“Wow. I never thought I’d wear this thing again,” said Jean Grey-Summers, feeling as excited as she’d ever been. “I never thought I’d love how good I look in it either.”
“That makes two of us,” said an equally excited Scott Summers, “but if I said I fantasized about you wearing it again, would you hate me?”
“Are you kidding?” Jean laughed. “I’d be more pissed if you didn’t .”
There was once a time when Jean dreaded the deviant, darker side of herself. That had been the side that gave rise to Dark Phoenix. She’d treated it like a part of herself that needed to be fought, subdued, and repressed. Now, she’d learned to see it differently.
Standing in front of a mirror in one of the Hellfire Club’s luxurious VIP suites, Jean Grey saw that long-repressed side of herself take form. Specifically, it took the form of the Black Queen, the title she’d wielded while under Mastermind’s control.
That form also included the distinct, overly-revealing, overtly-sexual outfit that came with it. On the same body she once impulsively covered, she wore thigh-high stiletto boots with matching black gloves, a black bustier that pushed her breasts together perfectly, and a revealing black thong that would’ve made her younger self faint.
‘It’s funny. I used to associate a lot of horrible feelings with this outfit. Now, I’m making it part of a new feeling…a better feeling. This isn’t just part of who I am. It’s part of who I want to be. And it turns out I want to be a kinky sexy woman who likes to show off her body. Go figure.’
She smiled at her new look. It fit her so well. It wasn’t just because it made her look sexy either. The lurid thoughts her husband projected was proof enough of that. Wearing this outfit and seeing it on her body just felt so right.
After participating in the Hellfire Club’s reckless indulgence, there was no getting around it. This was part of who she was. She was a passionate, horny, sexual woman and she had finally embraced that.
“In that case, I look forward to seeing you wear it more often,” said Scott as he walked up behind her and snaked his arms around her waist.
“So do I,” said Jean, smiling within her lover’s embrace. “I’m also looking forward to the new role that comes with it.”
“That’s right. The Red Queen made pretty clear that wearing this attire comes with certain responsibilities…and not just those that come with wearing it around your husband.”
“Yeah, she made that quite clear,” said Jean, “and I’m ready for those responsibilities. I think they’ll benefit us, the X-men, and so much more.”
“All while looking sexy as hell in the process,” he told her.
“Speak for yourself, handsome.”
They each shared an affectionate kiss…one that was more direct than past intimate gestures. It was part of their new approach to embracing this kinkier, sexier side of themselves. Jean had already embraced hers. Scott, being the wonderfully supportive husband he was, embraced it with her. He even made sure he looked just as good doing it.
While his attire wasn’t nearly as revealing as hers, it was every bit as appealing. The old Victorian-style attire that men had previously worn in the Hellfire Club were long gone. Instead, Scott wore a tailor-made suit emblazoned with various Hellfire emblems. It was like a blend between a traditional suit and an X-men uniform, a new style for a different kind of Hellfire Club. It was fitting, given what they were about to do.
‘Are you two ready? I hope you haven’t ripped your new clothes off already. Save THAT for later. We’ve got important business matters to resolve, remember?’
The snide telepathic voice of Emma Frost kept her and Scott’s embrace from getting too heated. That was to be expected. Even though she’d been less abrasive towards them lately, she was still Emma. That much had no changed. That might be one of the few things that wouldn’t change moving forward.
“Guess that’s our cue…our very bitchy cue,” said Jean.
‘I heard that,’ said Emma’s telepathic voice.
“We better get going then,” said Scott. “We’ve got a bold future and a couple of beautiful women waiting.”
“No need to remind me of the stakes, my love. For once, I’m looking forward to pushing myself. I think it’ll be good for me…and for us.”
She made sure she said that last part with a very sensual undertone. That earned her another grin from her husband as they locked arms and exited the VIP suite. He’d probably grinned more these past few days than he had since they started dating. It was a promising sign, among many, that had unfolded since that fateful night.
After immersing themselves in a new feeling, indulging in decadent sex and unfettered desire, she and Scott emerged with a new energy. Sure, it left them pretty sore. She remembered not getting up from that bed on the main stage for several hours. They then spent a couple more hours just washing up, taking multiple showers and spending time in the luxurious spas that the Hellfire Club provided. It culminated in the longest, uninterrupted sleep that she and Scot had enjoyed since their honeymoon.
After waking up and finally putting clothes back on, they’d caught up with Mary Jane and Emma Frost. The Red Queen made clear that she had bigger visions for the X-men’s allegiance with the Hellfire Club. It went beyond just providing them valuable information, which she had been doing since her first encounter with Wolverine a while back.
Mary Jane had told them about her plans to expand the Hellfire Club…to help it grow into something bigger, better, and more effective than its predecessor. Moreover, she made clear that these plans emphasized responsibility to ensure that the Hellfire Club never went down the same path as its predecessors.
“I intend to channel the power of sex, orgies, and decadence for the power of good. The bad guys in this world have had a monopoly on this stuff for too long. I believe that together, we can see to it that the good guys get laid while the bad guys get screwed over!”
Those had been Mary Jane’s exact words. Jean could appreciate that kind of sentiment. Having suffered the worst from the Hellfire Club, she could think of no greater recourse than to turn their devious traditions against them, using the same debauchery they savored to do good in the world. In many ways, it was the ultimate justice for their crimes.
That made her and Scott the perfect candidates to help oversee that effort. As they walked down the opulent halls of the Hellfire Club – the same halls they once had to fight through, no less – she could sense a new beginning within this decadent world…one she was now a part of.
“After you, my queen,” said Scott politely upon reaching the main door.
“Thank you,” said Jean in an equally formal tone. “You’re going to make a fine king indeed.”
“Guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
With brimming excitement, Jean entered what had once been the Inner Circle’s throne room. Coincidentally, it had also been the room where she and Scott had once battled Mastermind for control over her mind. Now, it was the site of her return to the Hellfire Club, albeit in a very different capacity.
“Welcome,” greeted the Red Queen. “That outfit looks good on you, Mrs. Summers.”
“Not bad for someone who came back from the dead,” teased Emma, who stood next to her.
“Trust me. It feels even better than it looks,” said Jean boldly, “and I’m not afraid to admit that anymore.”
“Nor should you be,” said Mary Jane.
She spoke with the authority of a queen once more…an authority that Jean had come to respect. She and Scott proudly approached the center of the room where Mary Jane and Emma sat on makeshift thrones.
The throne room, which had been extensively renovated since her last visit, now resembled a cross between a fancy penthouse and the X-men’s War Room. It had a conference table, a large holographic projector screen, and a network of computers that had once housed the Hellfire Club’s devious operations. Now, all that power, wealth, and decadence was no longer in the hands of Sebastian Shaw, his devious son, or Inner Circle. Now, it belonged to them.
“Scott Summers and Jean Grey-Summers…please step forward and approach the throne,” said the Red Queen. “Do not kneel. Do not submit. Stand firm and strong. Show me that you seek the Hellfire Club willingly and proudly.”
She and Scott did as she asked, abiding by whatever formalities that Mary Jane and Emma had deemed appropriate. Jean sensed that these formalities were new. She wouldn’t be surprised if Mary Jane were just making it up on the fly with Emma.
This was part of the new Hellfire Club. These were to be part of a new tradition, one that would cut ties with the club’s devious past in order to build a more responsible future. Jean saw the potential in that future and stood ready to help guide it.
Upon reaching the throne, she and Scott stood before them with the same poise they’d use if they were confronting Magneto. Together, they stood with the strength that made them X-men. It was a strength that the new Hellfire Club needed. Both Emma and Mary Jane showed appreciation for that strength, rising up from their thrones and approaching them as worthy equals.
“I must say this is extremely satisfying in the most ironic of ways,” said Emma Frost, casting her and Scott a rare grin of approval. “Mr. and Mrs. X-men…two uptight stiffs who always play by the rules, but have a rather devious side beneath the surface.”
“I could say the same for you, Emma…albeit in reverse,” said Mary Jane, maintaining her formal tone. “We all have certain sides of ourselves that we must manage. Some are harder to manage than others. It’s only when we confront them all that we gain a true grasp of who we are and who we can be. It grants us a special kind of strength…a strength that we must use responsibly.”
The Red Queen then stepped forward, carrying herself with a strength that even Juggernaut would respect. She then presented her with the M’Krann Shard, the same relic that had awakened that decadent side that she and her husband had done so much to repress. Jean, being the old Hellfire Club’s most famous victim and the arbiter of this power, opened her hand so that she could receive this shard.
“I give you the M’Krann Shard as a gesture…a power that I trust you and your husband to use responsibly,” said Mary Jane. “Promise me that you’ll honor that trust.”
“I promise,” said Jean as she took the shard.
“I promise,” said Scott.
“In addition to this gesture, and after consultation with the White Queen, I extend to you the title of Black King and Queen of the Hellfire Club. Do you, Scott Summers and Jean Grey-Summers, accept this title, as well as all the powers and responsibilities that come with it?”
Jean exchanged glances with her husband. It was a strange, but profound moment, accepting such a title. They would be taking on the same titles as those who once did so much to hurt them. Beyond the astonishing irony, it gave them an opportunity to turn past atrocities into something better. After what the Hellfire Club did to her, Jean could think of no better way to forge a new path.
She sensed in her husband just as much drive. Even through his ruby-quartz glasses, she saw in him a new energy. Confronting this difficult, repressed part of their lives had made him stronger. That strength, coupled with the resources of the Hellfire Club, would make them both a force to be reckoned with.
With no further uncertainty and a new sense of clarity, Jean turned back towards the Red Queen and embraced her new destiny.
“I accept,” said Jean Grey proudly.
“I accept,” said Scott with just as much certainty.
Mary Jane grinned and so did Emma Frost. They too saw the implications of what lay before them. The reborn Hellfire Club, guided by a bold new vision, was now a power to be reckoned with…a power they hoped to use responsibly.
“Then it’s official!” said the Red Queen proudly. “Scott Summers and Jean Grey-Summers, you are now the Black King and Queen of the Hellfire Club. Hope you survive and enjoy the experience!”
THE END
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