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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Perspective
Chapter 3: Exploration and Celebration
Las Vegas – Diamond Lane Wedding Chapel
“I know pronounce, husband and wife. You may now kiss the…”
That was as far as the minister got. Scott Summers and Jean Grey were already lip-locked in a passionate kiss. They had waited so long to admit their feelings to one another so their love could blossom. They decided not to wait nearly as long to finalize their romantic union.
“Okay, then,” the minister laughed. “I guess my work here is done. In the words of the King himself…thank you. Thank you very much.”
Scott and Jean barely heard him. They were too busy kissing with a passion not typical of a small wedding chapel where the minister and witnesses dressed like Elvis Presley. The way they kissed and embraced, with Scott lifting her up in his arms while Jean clung to his shoulders, made it abundantly clear that their decision to marry was not done on a whim. Their love was real. The chapel was just the quickest way of making it official.
The choice to make Las Vegas the first part of their vacation wasn’t entirely contingent on its abundance of wedding chapels, but it certainly helped. Before they even left the Xavier Institute, Scott had reached out to their old teammate, Warren Worthington III, to reserve a suite at one of the best resorts in the city. Their winged friend was more than happy to oblige and not just because he owed them both multiple favors after his time with the X-men.
As soon as they arrived, it finally sunk in. They were no longer Cyclops and Marvel Girl, the young aspiring heroes on Professor Charles Xavier team of gifted mutants. They were Scott Summers and Jean Grey, two fully-grown adults with a fully-developed relationship, looking to chart a new course for their lives. Before they began that journey, it couldn’t hurt to have a little fun, if only to celebrate the love they’d recently affirmed with a cosmic force.
They had checked into their suite less than two hours ago. After seeing a billboard for an Elvis-themed wedding chapel, Scott said it.
“Let’s get married…today, right here in Las Vegas.”
It was not how Jean imagined the love of her life proposing to her, but that didn’t stop her from accepting on the spot. Before she knew it, Scott put on a rented tuxedo and Jean donned an undersized wedding dress. Now, in front of a dozen witnesses dressed as Elvis, she and Scott were officially married.
“Bravo! Bravo, ladies and gents!” said one of the Elvis Impersonators.
“This is why I love this town,” said another as he cheered them on.
“They might even make it past the honeymoon.”
“Care to bet on that?”
“Hell no!”
Upon parting from their kiss, the happy newlyweds laughed and smiled at their sharply-dressed witnesses. They all clapped as another impersonator on an electronic keyboard played Elvis music in the background. Jean, standing next to her new husband, waved proudly as she and Scott stood at the altar. It was a strange place to celebrate their love, but it felt so fitting.
‘They have no idea what they just witnessed, do they?’ Scott told her through their psychic link.
‘Most don’t. Some do,’ Jean replied. ‘One guy thinks we’re college kids getting married on a dare. The one on the left thinks I’m a stripper and you’re some trust fund kid who hasn’t thought this through.’
‘Want me to blast him if he makes a comment?’
‘Don’t bother. The guy next to him thinks you’re a male stripper and I’m some reckless young woman who just wants to jump your bone.’
‘I’m flattered. I’d offer to blast him too if I weren’t also certain you really do want to jump my bone.’
‘Like I said…some know when they’ve seen something special.’
Now holding hands and dancing a little to the music, Jean stepped down from the altar with her husband. They then made their way down the plush red rug and out the small chapel where a limousine awaited. Along the way, the witness threw handfuls of rice and sang to the music. It was tacky, but it got the job done. She and Scott Summers were officially married.
“Thank you! Thank you very much, Mr. and Mrs. Summers!” the minister said over a microphone in the tone of Elvis. “May the rest of your lives be filled with wedded bliss. But for the rest of your trip, enjoy the hell out of the honeymoon!”
The witnesses laughed and kept cheering as the happy couple climbed into the waiting limousine they’d rented. Inside, there was a full-assortment of champagne, cake, and accessories from the chapel gift-shop. It was like a miniature reception, complete with a TV screen playing old Elvis videos and confetti lining the floor. The driver, who was also dressed like Elvis, gave them a look of approval before taking off.
“Where to for the happy couple?” he asked.
“Wherever our love takes us!” Jean replied cheerfully.
“To the strip, it is,” the driver laughed.
With the door closed and the driver’s window up, they remained in a loving embrace as they rode away from the chapel. They were still laughing. Jean was giddier than she’d ever been in her life. Sitting on her new husband’s lap, her legs draped over his thighs as she clung to his neck, it felt like they’d just taken another step. Compared to surviving an encounter with a cosmic force, it didn’t seem quite as daunting.
“We really did it. We’re married now,” Jean said with a beaming smile.
“Yeah…we did,” said Scott, short of breath and looking just as gleeful.
“I have to say, when I was a kid, my dream wedding didn’t involve Las Vegas, Elvis impersonators, and a chapel no bigger than my parents’ garage,” she went on.
“We’ll have a more formal ceremony at some point,” he told her, “one that involves parents, family, and fewer sets of blue suede shoes.”
“Did I say I minded? The only part of that dream I cared about was who I married. So long as I was marrying the man of my dreams…the man I love with all my heart…nothing else mattered.”
“I’m glad I could make your dreams come true, Jean Grey.”
“That’s Jean Grey-Summers, my handsome hubby. And don’t you forget it!”
They laughed and kissed, flushed with a passion worthy of two people whose love had been affirmed by the Phoenix Force. Their new cosmic perspective had helped them see their lives, their love, and their intimate connection in a very different new light. They were still exploring the extent of that perspective, but they had already experienced plenty of insights…some more memorable than others.
As the limo made its way onto the freeway, their gestures of playful affection intensified. Gentle kisses turned into strong, tongue-heavy exchanges. They went from caressing faces to feeling each other up. Jean soon found herself pawing his chest over that rented tuxedo and Scott trailed a finger down her back while slipping a hand up her dress between her legs.
In doing so, he uncovered a little surprise Jean had prepared just before they arrived at the chapel.
“Mrs. Grey-Summers,” said Scott, breaking the kiss for a moment, “either I’m living in a fantasy world or you’re not wearing any panties.”
“Well, we are in Las Vegas,” Jean said with a seductive gaze. “The line between fantasy and reality does tend to get obscure.”
“That’s still pushing it,” he said. “It also implies I married a woman who loves me enough to spend the rest of her life with me, but is so damn sexy that she slipped out of her panties before we exchanged our vows.”
“You’re right. That does sound like a hell of a fantasy,” she said. “Maybe we should be extra certain.”
Once again channeling her newfound sexiness, Jean grabbed her husband’s wrist and guided it farther up her dress, so much so that his fingers made contact with her exposed outer folds. That feeling of warm, womanly flesh in his hand didn’t just confirm his suspicions. It sent warm tingles of intimate sensations coursing up her body.
“That certain enough for you?” said Jean playfully.
“It’ll do,” he said, “but if you’re going to be this sexy, then we might have to step up our plans for our honeymoon.”
“Well, so long as we’re celebrating our love…”
“And making up for lost time…” Scott added.
Both their words trailed off. There was no need to fill in the blanks. Even without telepathy, Jean and Scott sensed their escalating passions. True to the new perspective the Phoenix had granted them, they embraced them.
His hand still up her dress, they resumed their intense kissing. A powerful lust quickly found its way into the love they’d just affirmed. Scott skillfully fondled her pussy, slipping two fingers into her moist folds. Jean, already moaning with desire, pawed his chest more fervently. Before long, she sensed a growing hardness in his pants.
Following their shared arousal, Jean removed his blazer and undid the buttons of his shirt. Scott pushed up her dress even further, exposing her moist womanhood. It wasn’t lost on either of them that the limo was still moving down the freeway and the musing was still playing. It made for a festive, party-like environment. Jean couldn’t think of a better way to start the honeymoon.
“Scott…your pants,” Jean said intently.
Needing no further explanation, Scott released her from his embrace, removing his hand from her inner thighs in the process, so she could work her magic. Like a true cosmic sex goddess, she shifted her body so that she straddled him perfectly, her exposed pelvis grinding against the bulge in his pants.
First, she kissed him, biting his lip slightly and trailing her lips down his clean-shaven face. Then, she slithered down his body, feeling him relax into the plush leather seat of the limousine. As she journeyed down his torso, undoing more buttons in the process, she undid his belt and unzipped his pants. With a firm tug on the waist, she freed his growing manhood.
Jean then dropped to her knees on the floor of the limo, grasping her husband’s growing manhood with both hands. Looking up at him, seeing his face shift under her grip, she playfully licked the tip while stroking the veiny shaft. He became fully erect with ease, showing just as much enthusiasm for commencing their honeymoon. In the spirit of pushing their newfound status as newlyweds, Jean took the full length of her husband’s cock into her mouth.
“Ooh Jean!” Scott moaned. “Such a wonderful…sexy wife.”
Encouraged by her husband’s moans, she went to work pushing her oral sex skills. Prior to their encounter with the Phoenix, she didn’t consider those skills particularly advanced. There was no getting around it. She and Scott had been very uptight when it came to sex. Just talking about sex made things awkward. Now, in light of greater perspective, there were no such reservations. There was just desire, passion, and a newfound appreciation for intimacy.
She sucked her lover’s dick nice and hard, using her tongue and squeezing his shaft in just the way he liked. Jean watched him grip the top of his seat hard, grunting and moaning intently as he gazed down at her. Tasting his manly flesh, sensing his passionate thoughts, and having no panties on did plenty to supplement her own arousal. She even fingered herself with her free hand, ensuring she was as ready as her new husband.
“Ready to consummate our marriage, dear husband?” Jean asked him after giving his cock an extra-long lick.
“I’m ready, darling wife,” Scott said playfully.
A sultry look never left her face as she rose up from the floor and climbed back onto Scott’s lap, straddling his waist, just as she’d done earlier. Her dress was still on and his pants were at his ankles, but the path for his rigid manhood was clear.
Jean didn’t even bother kicking off her heels as she aligned her pelvis with his and plunged her hips downward, driving his dick up into her waiting vagina. From there, lustful instincts complemented their love as they began moving their bodies together in a sensual dance of passion.
“Oh Scott!” Jean gasped. “We really doing this…making love…in a limo…as husband and wife.”
“Yes, Jean! We are,” Scott grunted. “Life…love…connection…we’re doing it!”
Moans of bliss and joy soon filled the spacious vehicle. Empowered by a cosmic force, driven by desires no longer bound by past restraint, Jean skillfully gyrated her hips, working her pussy along the length of her lover’s cock. It marked their first sex as husband and wife. Even after cementing their bond in the fires of the Phoenix Force, there was something special about the feeling.
As Jean rode his cock, clinging to his shoulders for leverage, Scott felt up her waist with hands, eventually making his way to the top part of her dress. He then pulled it back, freeing her breasts in the process. It effectively confirmed that, in addition to not wearing any panties, Jean hadn’t bothered with a bra, either.
“Mmm…Jean,” said Scott as he fondled her beasts. “I’m starting to think…you planned this.”
“What can I say? I know how to strategize…not unlike a certain leader,” she teased.
That seemed to encourage him even more. Like a man freed of every burden, he showered her with sensual kisses while hungrily kneading her breasts with both hands. His efforts, combined with her thorough pelvic gyrations, drew them towards their first shared orgasm as a married couple.
It came with such ease. She had noticed that since their encounter with the Phoenix Force. Through their bond, pleasure flowed so freely between them. It was like two waves complementing each other, bodies becoming so synchronized that it was like an instinct. Some of it might have been due to telepathy. Some of it might have been a direct byproduct of cosmic connections. Some of it might have just been a result of being so in love with someone. Whatever the cause, the feeling was every bit as powerful.
“Jean…my beautiful wife…I’m close!” Scott grunted. “I’m so…so close!”
“Me too, dear husband. Me too!” Jean moaned.
They barely noticed the limousine speeding up as Jean rode his cock harder, her pelvis smacking against his as his member slithered within her folds. Scott kept his hands on her breasts, kissing her neck while Jean tightened her hold on his shoulders. After a few more fervent movements, they followed one another over the edge and into that world of ecstasy.
‘Life, love, and connection…together, we gained that perspective. Now, we celebrate it!’
From that special shared thought, the orgasmic rush consumed them. Jean threw her head back and let out a moan that echoed throughout the limo. Scott buried his face in her cleavage and let out a deep, satisfied grunt. His member throbbed as her inner muscles tightened, their bodies embracing one another as intimately as their minds. It made for an intensely intimate moment.
As their juices mixed and their bodies shuddered under the weight of the pleasure, she and Scott remained in a close embrace, moaning and smiling at one another with beaming joy. They would’ve lingered that moment for so much longer had the limousine not abruptly stopped. A voice over the intercom followed.
“Sorry about that, you two,” said the driver. “Damn truck just pulled in front of me.”
“That’s…okay,” said Jean breathlessly.
“You…heard and saw us, didn’t you?” Scott called out with a bemused grin.
“Relax, fellas! You ain’t the first newlyweds to get busy back there. But the way you two go about it…hell, it’s something else.”
They both laughed, even as the ecstasy from their sex lingered. Jean couldn’t help but blush a little as their bodies parted from their intimate union. That didn’t stop her from appreciating the moment. Unlike other aspects of their sex lives, their newfound comfort with nudity was something that they could only attribute to their encounter with the Phoenix Force.
It didn’t bother her or Scott that their friends had seen them naked in the New Mexico desert. It didn’t bother them that their limo driver had heard and seen them have sex in the back seat. Their love, their sex, and their emerging perspective on both made it something they didn’t care to hide.
“So this is married life for us,” Scott said, as he cradled her face with both hands. “Something tells me ours is going to be different than most.”
“Different…if not downright uncanny,” said Jean.
“That’s one way of putting it,” he laughed. “Between us, the Phoenix Force, and everything else that got us to this point…a lot has changed, Jean. Things are going to keep changing.”
“I don’t doubt that for a second. We’re not going to carry ourselves like a normal married couple. It’s not like anything in our lives is normal to begin with.”
“That’s exactly why we should explore those changes,” Scott continued in a more serious voice. “I love you, Jean. I love what we’re creating together…this all-new, all-different way of going about our love. For once, I don’t want to hold back. I want to see where this goes…and maybe go even further than that.”
“That sounds ambitious, even for you, Scott Summers,” said Jean.
“Are you going to tell me it doesn’t excite you just as much?”
The way he said it – speaking in that deep, manly tone that sounded so confident and authoritative – Jean would’ve jumped his bone again if they hadn’t just had sex. It echoed with so many possibilities. Life, love, and connection were what helped them embrace the Phoenix Force so that it didn’t ultimately corrupt them. The idea that it could take them even farther, beyond just cosmic lovemaking in deserts and limos, carried so much appeal.
It was certainly a different kind of married life, but one worth exploring, as well as embracing.
“Oh Scott…how can you expect me to answer such a simple question when you keep turning me on like that?” she said.
“What can I say? I like to challenge my wife,” he said wryly.
“Well, with ambition comes new challenges,” said Jean, already pawing his chest again. “If we’re going to forge a new path, as husband and wife, we’ll need to be bolder.”
“We just got married at a Las Vegas wedding chapel and made love in a limousine. How much bolder can we get?”
“We’re alive, we’re in love, and we’re imbued with cosmic power. I say there’s still plenty of room to grow!”
Excited and ambitious, they shared another playful kiss before making use of other amenities in the limousine. There was so much more to explore. Much of it was still uncertain, but after Jean had never been more excited for the future. Whatever obstacles she and her husband faced, she was confident they could overcome them.
Sinister’s Lab – The Past
‘Where am I? Who am I? What am I? I feel so strange…so broken…so incomplete.’
There was no singular moment when a physical body went from being just a collection of cells to being alive. Just being aware didn’t necessarily meant someone was alive, either. A body could be completely functional, from the wiring within the brain to the processes in every cell. Even then, there was one critical component missing.
‘I am alive. These thoughts…these memories…yes, I have a name. I am Madelyne Pyror. I come from a wealthy family in Alaska, but much of my family died in a plane crash. I work as a cargo pilot and my primary goal is to…’
Those string of thoughts stopped. For a moment, everything was coming together. The body and mind of Madelyne Pryor was emerging from the cumulative processes within her body. Then, it abruptly changed. Like a fuse blowing in a machine, the process was irreparably disrupted.
‘No, those are all lies…mere data disguised as truth. My name is Madelyne Pyror. Of that, I am certain. Of my purpose, my desires, and my ability to seek it…I do not know. I feel a power…an inclination towards something greater. I just…cannot grasp it.’
Everything began changing. Suddenly, Madelyne was aware of her body. She was also aware that she was lying down on a table within an egg-shaped pod. She was in some sort of laboratory, but there was something else drawing her into the world of the living…something beyond the machinations of life.
She could see swirling streams of energy. She could feel a darkness surrounding her, as though it were being forced into her. None of it felt right. It was akin to forcing opposing magnets together. It wasn’t just wrong. It was an aberration.
“Belasco, what is happening? These readings…they make no sense.”
“I’m forging a soul from scrap, Sinister. That process is imperfect, to say the least.”
“These are not mere imperfections. This is something else…something beyond magic or science.”
Those strange voices sounded urgent. Even they knew that something very flawed was unfolding before them. They kept trying to fix it, but they didn’t dare stop it. Soon, it was too late. In a proverbial spark that never should have been, Madelyne Pryor gasped as she entered a world in which she should not exist.
“Aaagghhhhh!” she cried out.
“No!” gasped the one who called himself Belsaco. “S’ym, what did you make me do?”
“Belasco, you incompetent fool!” barked the one who called himself Sinister.
The room shook. Lights flickered and glass shattered. Madelyne, every muscle and every fiber burning with intent, shot up from the table and broke through the container.
In doing so, stacks of heavy machinery burst into flame. Some components exploded. Sinister and Belasco fell back, gazing upon her with a mix of curiosity and dread. They had to know that they were looking at something that didn’t belong. Her very presence was an affront to the natural and supernatural order of things. It left her confused, distressed, and brimming with rage.
“I live. I breathe. I feel,” Madelyne said as she looked down at herself. “But I am…lost?”
As she took her first breath, she struggled to stand on the cold laboratory floor. Near as she could tell, her body was animated and healthy. She was naked, bearing the figure of a healthy adult woman with fiery red hair. However, it didn’t feel like hers. It felt like it belonged to someone else and she’d stolen it.
While attempting to make sense of it all, Sinister rose from the floor and attacked her.
“Stop!” he demanded. “I must end this! Project Goblin Queen is officially a failure!”
He charged towards her, his glowing red eyes flashing bright with determinationr. Suddenly, from the swirling energy still hovering above her pod, a bolt of energy shot out and hit him right in the chest. He immediately fell to his knees in agony.
“Argh!” Sinister moaned.
“Goblin Queen…yes, I like that,” said Madelyne as she shifted her gaze towards Sinister. “That must be what I’m feeling. This cold, dark energy locked within my soul…it’s nothing short of demonic.”
“That…should not be,” said Belasco, still writhing on the floor. “S’ym…the demon lord of Limbo…he was only supposed to anchor your soul.”
“Then, he failed. You all failed,” Madelyne said. “Yet, I still have a purpose…a desire that drives me.”
Everything stopped burning. Discomfort and distress turned to focus and intent. Suddenly, everything that felt wrong gained greater purpose.
Fueled by that purpose, Madelyn approached the injured Sinister. Along the way, the cloud of energy followed her. It even got larger with every step she took, eventually becoming a swirling portal from which the screams and shrieks of Limbo echoed. Soon, they echoed throughout every corner of the lab. They caused discomfort in Sinister and Belasco, but not Madelyn. If anything, they emboldened her.
“I am alive, but full of death. I am free, but enslaved by purpose,” she said. “All these conflicting forces…it only makes that which is so wrong feel so right!”
“You only feel that way because your soul is literally broken!” shouted Belasco, who still kept his distance. “Don’t you understand? You’re a clone…one animated by shards of broken spirits.”
“Is that all you see? Only the parts that are broken?” Madelyne scoffed.
“You don’t understand. You’re very existence spits in the face of the natural order of things. Magic, science, physics, sorcery…you’re a perversion to it all. If we don’t fix it…”
Belasco didn’t get to finish. Before he uttered another word, another bolt of energy shot out from the swirling spectacle above her. It hit him even harder than the blast that struck Sinister, rendering him injured and writhing on the floor.
It was as though the cloud had become a gateway, one tied directly to her will. As her connection to the swirling energy of corruption intensified, Madelyne Pryor felt a new power come over her. It didn’t just elevate her purpose. It helped her realize how she had to go about it.
“I believe that’s this order telling you it’s too late,” said Madelyne. “I don’t want to be fixed. Whatever chaos you’ve unleashed is no longer yours to control. It’s mine!”
“You can’t…control it,” said the injured sorcerer.
“Madelyne…heed your creator,” urged Sinister. “Stop this madness!”
“Ha! Why would I do that? Why should I do it?” she laughed. “You create me. You give me a purpose. If my very being is so perverse, then the fault is with you. I may not be able to escape that, but I can control everything else!”
The energy from above finally settled. By then, all the lights in the lab had gone out. The pod that birthed her was in ruin. Her mind, body, and soul were in place, but still incomplete and unfulfilled. Her creators weren’t going to help her so she had to help herself.
As she gained greater control of the energy, Madelyne channeled it so that it formed a circular gateway. From it, the demonic screeches intensified. Eventually, the source of the screeching emerged in the form of hideous, goblin-like creatures. As they clawed their way through the portal, they let out more horrific cries. The injured Sinister and Belasco could only look on with dread.
However, the goblin creatures didn’t attack. Instead, they became calm and docile when Madelyne stepped in front of them. When they looked at her, they did not see the same aberration that Sinister and Belasco saw. Instead, they saw a goddess whose control over them was nothing short of absolute.
“My sweet little goblins, born in the pits of Limbo and cursed with hideous spirits,” Madelyne said as she knelt down to pet the creatures. “I can relate. That makes me a worthy queen.”
“That…is not your purpose,” Sinister told her.
“Maybe it isn’t,” she conceded, “but it’s a means of achieving it. As Madelyne Pryor…as the Goblin Queen…as a broken soul, forged in the pits of Limbo…I will fulfill my purpose. I will do what every fiber of my being compels me to do. And you, my creators, are going to aid me.”
Before either Sinister or Belasco could respond, Madelyne directed her new goblin hordes to surround them both. At first, they tried to fight them off. Again, they failed. They quickly found themselves overwhelmed, allowing Madelyne to open a new gateway under them. The next thing they knew, it was consuming them.
“What…what is this?” demanded Sinister as he fought in vain to escape. “Belasco, what is she doing?”
“Something that shouldn’t be possible,” said the sorcerer, who didn’t have the strength to resist. “She’s taking us to Limbo, but…there’s something else.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll find out,” said Madelyne as her goblins gathered around her. “You see, part of fulfilling one’s purpose requires two things…control of your own destiny and control of others. I can only do so much to control mine, but I can do so much to control the destiny of others.”
“Madelyne…you can’t!” Sinister yelled, already halfway through the portal.
“I already have,” she said callously, “but don’t worry. You’ll have company soon enough!”
Las Vegas – The Present
People had all sorts of assumptions about what it meant to be married. For some, it was just a legal distinction. For others, it was a critical step in a serious relationship. There were even some who saw marriage as an endpoint. It was when the romantic energy started fading, the intimacy became more mundane, and life just became less exciting, overall. Neither Scott Summers nor his new wife, Jean Grey-Summers, accepted those assumptions.
Their idea of marriage had changed. Their understanding of love, commitment, and passion had changed even more. The Phoenix Force had done so much to change their perceptions, but the biggest change came with how they approached their relationship. The way they went about celebrating their marriage demonstrated how flawed their previous assumptions had been.
“Let’s hear give it up for the happy newlyweds! For the show they’re putting on, they’ve earned it!” said a booming voice over a speaker system.
The audience cheered as a fresh round of music began. The VIP area of the nightclub within their hotel was as lively as any place could be on the Las Vegas strip, but Scott and Jean made an effort to go the extra mile. That meant celebrating in a way that reflected the sexier side of their newfound perspective.
Thankfully, Las Vegas had plenty to offer in terms of accommodating their new approach to love, sex, and everything in between. Within the VIP area, several dozen party-loving men and women danced the night away to the sensual beats. Scott had reserved a spacious booth in the corner, courtesy of the hotel. He and Jean started out the evening just enjoying some drinks, having some dinner, and meeting some interesting people.
However, the real celebration began once three female escorts and three male strippers showed up to share in their newfound appreciation of intimacy. Love, life, and connection might have been profound in terms of cosmic perspective, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be fun.
“Wow! So you two just got married,” said one of the female escorts, who wore only a mini-skirt and a tube-top.
“Yep!” Jean said proudly, even showing off her ring.
“And you’re completely sober,” said another female escort in skin-tight pants and a similar tube top.
“Last I checked,” said Scott.
“It’s not some random tryst, either,” said one of the male strippers. “You two have been together for years. You’re happy, in love, and all that shit?”
“Yes, very much so!” said Jean, giving him a loving gesture to help affirm it.
“And now, you want to spend your wedding night at a club in Vegas, humping a couple of hookers and studs?” said the other male stripper.
“Hey! Who you calling a hooker?” said the female escort in a mini-skirt.
Scott and Jean laughed at their questions and the looks they gave them. Sitting in the booth, his arm draped around his wife, they made their love and their intentions clear. It should’ve been obvious by how disheveled their clothes were. Jean’s wedding dress was a mess and her lack of underwear had already exposed her private areas to many. Scott’s tux was just as messy. Half the buttons were already missing and his jacket was long gone. Their lack of modesty should’ve been apparent.
At the same time, it showed just how open they’d become. It wasn’t just with respect to sex. Their new perspective had inspired and empowered them to seek new intimate connections. They had already done that with close friends back at the Xavier Institute. Now, they had a chance to do something similar with total strangers. The added energy, desire, and passion evoked by their connection with the Phoenix Force certainly helped, as well.
“The answer to all your questions is yes,” said Scott, rolling his eyes and laughing with his wife. “We’re in love, we’re married, and we’re very horny.”
“We actually had sex in the limo ride over here,” Jean said while playfully pawing his chest. “It was good. I came twice.”
That got quite a reaction from both the escorts and the male strippers, but it also helped make their point.
“We’ve also realized a few things recently,” Scott went on. “Some feelings are worth sharing with one person. Some are worth sharing with close friends. Some are even worth sharing with total strangers.”
“On top of all that, there are certain people who are more passionate than others. Restricting it doesn’t work in for them,” said Jean, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “We just happen to be those people.”
“We’ve also seen what happens when we try to temper those feelings. Believe me. It’s not healthy, no matter how much you love someone. So, after a few experiences we found enlightening, we decided to embrace them and all the desires that come with it.”
“Those desires just happen to include the urge to have sex with other people!”
“And besides,” Scott continued, “it doesn’t make us love each other any less. It just means we’re willing to connect with others and maybe even have a little fun along the way.”
“Honestly, how can that not make a happy marriage more exciting?” asked Jean.
The two men and two women still looked at them strangely. Then, they just laughed to themselves. It almost made too much sense. He and Jean had a similar reaction after they came to embrace their new perspective. It wasn’t like monogamy had failed them. They just realized that it wasn’t going to work for them, especially with their connection to the Phoenix Force. They had too much passion in their hearts and desire in their bodies. Why not sure it?
“Okay, it’s official. You two are my new favorite couple!” said the female escort in a mini-skirt.
“If only my ex-girlfriend shared that sentiment,” said the male stripper.
“Does that mean you’ll help us celebrate our wedding night?” asked Scott, still treating it like a serious proposition.
“Hey, you already paid us. You got this fancy booth. You guys want to get extra-passionate. I say go with it!” said the other male stripper.
They all shared a brief toast, raising their glasses to help seal the deal. The two men and the two women clearly hadn’t realized what they’d walked into. They might have thought they were joining a bachelor party or some kinky sex party. Instead, they’d found a couple of newlyweds imbued with a new perspective on love, lust, and how to celebrate a marriage.
It was part of why he and Jean chose Las Vegas for their first trip after leaving the X-men. It was a place of fewer restraints and abundant opportunities to turn fantasy into the reality. The two male strippers and the two female escorts were now part of their fantasy. Now, he and Jean had every intention of connecting with them.
“So…how do you want to do this?” asked one of the male strippers.
“It’s simple,” said Jean as she casually set her glass aside. “The girls, here, will get frisky with my handsome hubby. Meanwhile, I’ll let you handsome hunks have your way with me. That work for you?”
“I’m…going to stop trying to rationalize this,” said the other male stripper.
“Hey, I’m done overthinking!” said the female escort in the mini-skirt, already narrowing her gaze on Scott.
“Same here!” said the other. “You guys hired us to have a good time. Let’s do it!”
The two female escorts made the first move. They crawled over to his and Jean’s side of the booth and surrounded Scott on both sides. They then began pawing his chest and kissing each side of his face. They were a lot friskier than he’d expected. One already slipped a hand under his shirt to feel his muscular upper body. The other playfully rubbed his manhood over his pants, which was more than enough to trigger some fresh arousal.
Jean, casting the two escorts a look of approval, moved aside so that they had room to work. She then turned her attention to the two handsome male strippers sitting across from them.
“Have fun, girls! Give my new husband the tender care he deserves,” she told them. “I’ll get acquainted with my new handsome friends over here.”
“You do that, my love,” said Scott as he embraced each escort in his arm. “We paid extra for the booth so don’t be afraid to get adventurous.”
“That’s just a coy way of saying it’s okay to get naked,” said Jean.
As if to reinforce that point, Jean playfully pulled down the top part of her dress to expose her breasts to the two male strippers. Then, as she climbed into the other side of the booth and sat between them, she grabbed each of their wrists and guided their hands to one of her breasts. The two male strippers, who were only in a pair of black leather pants and a bow-tie around their necks, seemed convinced.
“Whoa!” said one of the male strippers. “You are an adventurous woman.”
“You have no idea,” Jean said curtly.
The two men probably weren’t thinking about the kinds of adventures common for experienced X-men. They probably wouldn’t have cared. With a beautiful, horny redhead now sitting between them with her breasts fully exposed, they accepted her intimate invitation. They stopped questioning the kinky logic of his and Jean’s perspective and went to work embracing it.
As a new song played in the club, the two male strippers began coordinating their intimate efforts on Jean Grey-Summers. One stripper began kissing around over her cleavage, fondling her breast and pinching her nipple. The other turned her head and kissed her lips, using extra tongue as he groped her breast. Scott could already sense her getting aroused and the two escorts sitting next to him helped keep up.
One had already taken a cue from Jean, removing her tube to expose her large breasts, which Scott quickly surmised had been surgically enhanced. The other escort was already intensifying her touching, hungrily kissing him with her tongue while, undoing what few buttons remained of his shirt. It was pretty messy at first, the two women wrestling for a turn to kiss him. By the time they got his shirt off, they became more coordinated.
“Mmm…don’t hog it all,” said one of the female escorts.
“Don’t worry. I think this guy can handle us,” said the other, now exploring his exposed upper body. “Just look at him…so handsome and fit.”
“I know! On top of that, he’s a great kisser. It’s making me so wet.”
Scott sat back and let the two women explore his upper body with their lips and hands. They enjoyed sharing a few three-way kisses for a while. Then, the escort in the mini-skirt began trailing her lips down his torso, turning more attention to his pants. Already, there was an obvious bulge forming, the energy of their touching morphing into physical arousal.
“Ooh, he’s already hard!” said the escort. “Now, I’m feeling overdressed.”
“Words I never thought you’d say with a straight face,” said the other.
“Shut up and get naked with me.”
The two escorts, seeming to fully embrace the spirit, briefly stopped their kissing and pawing so they could remove what little clothing they had on. The woman in the tight pants rose up in the seat to undo them, pulling them down to expose a black lace thong underneath. Scott, keeping the mood heated and intimate, kissed along the woman’s torso and helped remove it.
“Here, let me help with that,” said Scott.
“Such a gentleman,” the woman purred.
“And we’re such dirty whores,” the other said seductively.
As one escort kicked off her pants, the other in the mini-skirt removed her shirt and bra. She then skillfully removed her panties while keeping on her mini-skirt, elevating her legs in just a way so that Scott got a perfect view of her exposed pussy. She really was as horny as she claimed.
“Looks like you’re already having fun,” Scott commented as he welcomed the naked woman back into his embrace.
“Oh we’re just getting warmed up, handsome!” the woman said.
“Speak for yourself,” said the other still in her thong.
The two women got even more energetic as they attacked from both sides, smothering him with their hands and lips. They were already fighting over who got his pants off first. Scott was more than happy to facilitate that process, if only to keep up with Jean.
By that point, Jean had gotten quite friendly with the two male strippers. After exchanging tongue-heavy kisses with both, Jean lifted her dress to show that she hadn’t been wearing any panties. She then welcomed the men to feel up her inner thighs so they could know how wet she was. It surprised them, but in a way that only encouraged them.
“Damn! No panties and great tits?” said one of the male strippers. “You are the hottest married woman I’ve ever met!”
“And I’m just getting warmed up,” Jean said playfully.
Taking a cue from the two escorts going to work on him, Jean reached out and fondled the bulges in each stripper’s pants. They each responded favorably to her touch and eagerly helped her unzip them. She even used a little telekinesis to get them off, but they didn’t seem to notice.
Once their dicks popped freed, Jean seized the initiative, as only she could. She guided both men so that they sat down next to one another on the booth. Then, Jean got down on her knees and grabbed both of them with each hand.
“Such well-endowed men,” Jean said to them, “and you’re willing to share them with me on my wedding day.”
“Well, if that’s what you want ma’am,” said one of the male strippers, already reacting favorably to Jean’s touch.
“Oh, I definitely want it,” she told them, “and I want you both to enjoy it too.”
Then, with a perfect mix of seduction and affection, Jean went to work giving oral sex to both men. She showed an energy she hadn’t shown since their first intimate act in the New Mexico desert, taking the full length of one man’s penis into her mouth while eagerly stroking the other. After getting some good suckles on each member, she began alternating between them, getting both men on the path to full arousal.
“Holy fuck, you suck dick good!” said one of the male strippers.
“Like a goddamn goddess!” said the other.
“Mmm…not quite, but not too far off!” Jean teased.
If Scott didn’t have two beautiful women taking off his pants and underwear, he would’ve laughed. He might have even let Jean know that he could see her butt and pussy from where he was sitting, but he decided to just focus on the task at hand. His wife’s efforts even seemed to inspire them.
“Hey! His wife is already getting some dick,” one of the escorts pointed out. “How is she getting ahead of us?”
“What can I say? My wife is just that special,” Scott said, as if to goad them even more. “Think you can measure up against her oral sex skills?”
“Did you really just challenge us? Two professional whores?” said the other woman, pretending to be offended. “Oh it’s on now!”
Showing some competitive fire, the two women dropped to their knees and narrowed their focus on his semi-hard dick. They even pulled his pants and underwear off his ankles so they could get between his legs and better coordinate. Scott hadn’t seen that level of coordination outside the Danger Room. Now resting his arms atop the seats of the booth, he prepared himself for a heated competition.
“I’ll go first. Try to keep up,” said one of the escorts.
“Don’t worry. I intend to stay motivated,” said the other.
The first woman took the plunge, engulfing his member completely with ease. She was definitely a pro. Her control over her gag reflex was proof of that. Scott let out a deep grunt as he took in the feeling, enjoying that hot warmth of a beautiful woman’s tongue on his manhood.
As she began sucking, the other escort did her part, fondling his balls and kissing along the base of his shaft. She also helped motivate her fellow escort, reaching over and fondling her inner thighs, helping to build her arousal as well. Then, when the other woman got a chance to suck him off, she returned the favor. Like Jean had done with the male strippers, they alternated between who did the sucking and who did the stroking. It made for a team effort that any former leader of the X-men could appreciate.
“Ohhh yeah!” Scott moaned. “You girls…really are professionals.”
“Hope I set a high bar,” teased Jean, now stroking two dicks at once.
“You did. You definitely did,” he affirmed.
Scott let the two professional sex workers show off their skill, showing more coordination as his dick became fully erect. They didn’t just take turns sucking him off. They simultaneously licked up his shaft, teasing the tip and stroking his length with perfect care. Along the way, they flashed him seductive glares. However, it was tricky to keep his attention because Scott kept admiring the sex show unfolding on the other side of the booth with his wife.
At that point, Jean had really stepped up the intensity, sucking each man hard and fast in rapid succession. They were already fully erect, their pants now at their ankles. They each grunted and moaned under her efforts, enjoying themselves so much that they didn’t noticed Jean’s eyes flash briefly with Phoenix-like flame.
‘These guys want to fuck me, Scott…almost as much as those girls want to fuck you,’ she told him through their telepathic link.
‘I can sense that. I can also sense you’re reluctant to apply a little cosmic touch,’ Scott replied.
‘You think they can handle it? They don’t know we’re mutants. They don’t even know I telepathically cloaked ourselves from the bouncers.’
‘I say we give them a chance. Our cosmic perspective helped us connect and make beautiful love. Let’s see if it works as well on a couple of total strangers.’
‘It couldn’t hurt to find out.’
He and Jean hadn’t intended to exercise some of their cosmic connections during their post-wedding celebration. They hadn’t even discussed how often or how much they would use it. Since their connection to the Phoenix Force was a part of them and their love, it made sense to explore and understand it. Now, in the confines of a VIP booth in a Las Vegas club, seemed as good a time as any.
Jean made the first move. After giving the two men one last round of oral sex, she shot up from the floor and crawled back onto the laps of the two men.
“You handsome studs are so strong and manly,” Jean said seductively. “As much as I enjoy sucking your dicks, I’m really wet right now. I’d like one of you to fuck my pussy while the other one fucks my tits.”
“I’d like that too,” said one of the male strippers.
“Me too. I’d really like that,” said the other. “Can I get some pussy first?”
“Of course!” said Jean. “Don’t worry. You both will get your fill.”
Jean lustfully kissed both men, further drawing them into a lustful daze. Scott couldn’t tell if she used her telepathy or Phoenix powers to tempt them even more, but he doubted they needed any further incentive.
The two men coordinated again, getting into position with ease. One remained seated with Jean standing in front of her, his dick perfectly aligned with her tits. The other got behind her, retrieving a condom from a bowl that the bouncer had provided shortly after they entered. After putting it on, he planted both feet firmly on the floor, pushed up Jean’s dress so that it fully exposed her lower body, and thrust his dick into her.
“Holy shit!” the male stripper exclaimed. “It’s so hot and tight.”
“Then, what are you waiting for? Fuck me like the stud you are!” Jean urged him.
The male stripper gladly obliged. Making full use of his leverage, he began pumping his manhood into her pussy. As Jean’s body rocked to the rhythm, she made sure the other stripper got to share in the fun, bending down and sliding his dick between her breasts. The man responded favorably, holding onto her shoulders and helping her slither his cock between her fleshy mounds.
With Jean now getting full-service from the male strippers, the two escorts sucking his dick once again found themselves behind the curve. Their competitive spirit once again got the better of them. Seeing a newly-married woman get more action than them just didn’t seem right.
“Don’t know about you, but I’m in the mood for some real fucking,” said the escort in the mini-skirt.
“Me too!” said the other. “But if that’s the kind fucking his wife enjoys, then we better step up our game.”
“Way ahead of you!”
The escort in the mini-skirt didn’t waste a second. She got up from the floor, leaving the other to keep sucking Scott’s member to keep the mood heated. She then retrieved a condom from the same bowl and opened it. After coordinating with the other escort to put it on, she climbed up onto Scott’s lap and straddled his waist.
“You ready for some real Vegas pussy, handsome?” said the woman.
“Only if you think you can keep up with my wife,” Scott said.
“Oh, we will!” she said confidently. “I guarantee it.”
“Besides, it’s been a while since a client really tested us,” said the other.
The two women sounded more determined than ever. They didn’t come off as two women just looking to earn the money they’d been paid for their time. They seemed genuinely motivated to give the intimae experience they’d promised…that, or they just didn’t want to be upstaged by a married woman.
Whatever the reason, the escort in the mini-skirt made the first move. Now holding onto his shoulders, she plunged her hips downward, driving his cock up into her pussy. That warm, tight feeling around his member was intoxicating. Scott let out a deep moan as he grabbed onto the woman’s waist, giving her additional leverage as she began riding him.
The other woman stayed involved as well, grabbing his left wrist and guiding his hand into her panties, which were already very wet. Instinctively, Scott began fingering her pussy, feeling the moist folds within. After getting a nice coating of her feminine juices on his fingers, the woman removed them and licked them in an intensely erotic display.
“Yeah…you like that, don’t you?” the escort whispered into his ears. “Her riding your dick…you fingering my pussy…you really think you can handle us both?”
“Yes…I can,” said Scott without hesitation.
“Most men pretend to have that confidence. You, on the other hand…hell, you and your wife are something else.”
“You have no idea,” Scott replied.
He didn’t know if they’d heard him over the music. It didn’t matter. The woman riding his dick didn’t let up, gyrating her hips and working her pussy along the length of his member. He watched her face contort with pleasure. He could also see the men enjoying themselves with Jean.
So far, it had been normal sex with an exceedingly-open married couple. No mutant powers or cosmic forces had entered the picture. He and Jean kept it that way at first, just enjoying the blissful feelings associated with traditional sex. Once they felt the moment was right, they made their move.
‘Think they’re ready for it, Scott?’ Jean said telepathically.
‘I doubt it, but I’d say they’ve earned a taste.’
Tapping into that hidden well of cosmic power, Scott and Jean tapped into the Phoenix Force. Their eyes flashed briefly. The male strippers didn’t seem to notice with Jean and the two escorts didn’t notice, due to his ruby-quartz glasses. However, they definitely felt what happened next.
With the power of life, love, and connection stemming from the flames of creation, Scott leaned forward and kissed the woman riding his cock. At the same time, Jean licked the tip of the male stripper’s dick she’d been tit fucking. In a brief instant, they connected with their minds and bodies, triggering an orgasm the likes of which defied description.
“Oohhh fuck!” the male stripper moaned out.
“Ooh my God!” the female escort exclaimed.
It struck them unexpected, a powerful release of pleasure, super-charged by forces they couldn’t begin to understand. The woman riding his dick shuddered under the weight of the feeling, her body writhing in an orgasmic frenzy. To any outside observer, it looked like she was dancing erratically. In reality, she was experiencing a euphoria not possible without a special, intimate connection.
The man getting tit-fucked by Jean was just as theatrical. When he peaked, his whole body contorted in ways that shouldn’t have been possible for such a muscular man. His expression took on the look of someone having a religious experience. The fact that he shot a thick load of cum right onto Jean’s face and tits was almost secondary.
It was such a spectacle that it surprised the others. The man still fucking Jean actually slowed down the rhythm of his sex to take note.
“Whoa…what the fuck just happened?” the male stripper asked.
“And how the fuck can it happen to me?” asked the other escort.
Neither responded. They remained awash in ecstasy, dazed by the unique feeling that came with achieving an intimate, powerful connection with the aid of a cosmic force. Jean offered the very happy man a warm smile, followed by an affectionate kiss. Scott did the same for the woman who’d been riding his cock. They had no idea what they just experienced and why it mattered so much.
“They’ll be fine,” Jean assured.
“And don’t worry. That’s just a taste,” added Scott. “There’s still plenty to go around.”
Before the male stripper could say anything else, Jean pulled away briefly, withdrawing his cock from her in the process. She then turned around, threw her arms around him, and guided him to the other side of the booth where Scott was sitting. Then, with a subtle dose of telekinesis, she sat him down and straddled his waist, just like the escort who had been riding his dick moments ago.
At the same time, Scott helped the euphoric woman off his cock and turned his attention to the woman next to her. He then helped her out of her panties, which had become soaked with her juices by that point, and laid her down on the elongated seat so that she was right next to the male stripper. From there, Scott retrieved a fresh condom, put it on, and got on top of her.
“You sure you’re ready for this?” he asked her.
“Hell no, but I want to try anyway!” said the escort.
“Me too,” said the male stripper now under Jean’s intimate grasp.
“Then, let the fun continue!” said Jean.
The heated sex resumed. Jean plunged her hips downward, taking the man’s still-erect dick into her pussy. Scott, now holding onto the escort’s thighs, thrust forward and entered her. Upon feeling her hot, womanly flesh around his member, he began humping her with the same vigor Jean had established. Just as they’d done before, they tapped into the power of the Phoenix Force to heighten the experience.
‘Life, love, and connection…whether out of lustful whims or intimate passions, a shared spark helps nourish primordial flames.’
Together with Jean, they deepened the connection with the total strangers they had just met. Jean kissed and embraced the male stripper as she rode his cock, giving intimate death to their lustful act. Scott did the same, leaning in and kissing the attractive escort down her neck, which he sensed she really enjoyed. Their reactions filled the club with a rare ecstasy, even by Las Vegas standards.
“Oh my fucking God!” the woman exclaimed.
“Yes! Oh fuck, yes!” the male stripper grunted.
“Mmm…you feel that?” Jean said playfully. “It’s amazing, isn’t it?”
“We feel it too,” added Scott. “Come…share it with us!”
Under the blaring light and booming music of the club, Jean fucked the male stripper while Scott fucked the female escort with their unique blend of perspective and passion. Their eyes flashed with fiery energy again. They both saw it, but were not the least bit concerned. They were too dazed and enchanted by the feeling, the physical connection of the sensual blending with the intimate connection of spirits.
He and Jean worked to intensify those connections, maintaining a hot and heavy pace of sex. Before long, the male stripper’s body glistened with sweat. The naked escort under Scott showed similar exertion, now clinging to his arms and urging him with her eyes to keep going. He was very close to orgasm and he sensed Jean was close too. In the spirit of shared connection, they had every intention of sharing in the ecstasy.
‘I’m about to come, Scott,’ Jean said through their link.
‘Me too, Jean,’ Scott replied.
‘We’re really doing this…sharing this feeling with total strangers.’
‘I know. It’s incredible!’
Together, he and Jean unleashed the last round of lustful movements, bringing themselves and their hired company beyond the threshold. They knew what to expect from orgasms achieved through cosmic connection. They could handle it. Their respective partners, however, were in for something special.
“OHHHHHH YES” the escort and the male stripper exclaimed.
The resulting onslaught of ecstasy was not perfectly simultaneous, but it was pretty close. Near as Scott could tell, the escort under him climaxed first. She grabbed both her breasts, curled her toes, and arched her body with impressive flexibility as she achieved orgasm. The intense throbbing of her pussy helped him get his orgasmic release as well.
As they indulged in the feeling, the man Jean was riding also climaxed. He ended up having to grab the top of the seat for leverage, his face tensing and his lower body trembling under the waves of pleasure that followed. Jean soon joined him, grabbing onto his neck and leaning back as she immersed herself in the bliss.
It was a powerful release, one that seemed perfectly in synch with the music of the club and the power of the moment. He and Jean were two newlyweds looking to celebrate the love, passion, and perspective they’d gained. Whether by luck or fate, two female escorts and two male strippers were the first to share in that celebration.
“Wow! That was…wow!” the male stripper said, short of breath.
“Deep breaths, stud,” Jean said while offering some affectionate gestures.
“My heart…my pussy…my whole fucking body,” the female escort panted, “that was awesome!”
“We’re glad you could share it with us,” said Scott, caressing the face of the woman as she caught her breath.
“Are you kidding? This kind of sex…fuck, changes lives!”
Scott and Jean laughed, exchanging humored glances as they soaked in their share of the feeling as well. They had expected a vocal reaction, but not like that. At the very least, it showed that other people could handle their new perspective, as well as the cosmic passion that came with it.
‘I can sense it in them, Scott. The connection we made… it really affected them.’
‘In a good way, I hope.’
‘Believe me, this is good. This is very good!’
Scott and Jean gave the escorts and strippers a moment to process what they’d just experienced. She rose up off the stripper while he withdrew his member from the escort. They then reunited on the other side of the booth and shared a loving embrace, not minding that he was naked and Jean’s dress was exceedingly disheveled.
The two men and women were still catching their breath, their expressions laced with a mix of contentment, bliss, and satisfaction. They were the looks of people who had felt the purest, most intense form of life, love, and connection. Scott wasn’t psychic like his wife, but even he could sense the long-term ramifications of what they’d felt. Regardless of what kind of lives they’d lived before, there was no question that the shared experience would have far-reaching impacts.
“You guys are special,” said the male stripper who Jean had tit-fucked earlier. “I’m not just saying that because you fucked us and paid us to do it. I mean you two are a rare, diamond-covered kind of special.”
“That…is the understatement of all understatements,” said the escort in the mini-skirt. “I swear, I feel like I could run out into the streets, kiss every random stranger, and love every one of them with all my heart!”
“After you put your panties back on, right?” teased the male stripper.
“At this point, I’d say they’re optional.”
Scott and Jean laughed with them. They also helped the other escort and stripper collect themselves. They were still recovering from their euphoric trip, but their beaming smiles made it abundantly clear that they shared the sentiment.
“I don’t know where you guys came from,” said the female escort. “For all I know, you two are angels or sex gods visiting us on a passing trip.”
“We’re very human. I assure you,” Scott told them.
“Whatever you are, you did something for me…something I don’t ever want to forget…something I want to learn from,” said the escort.
“Me too,” said the male stripper. “Before today, I barely had a plan beyond making my rent this month. Now…God, there’s so much more I want to do and explore.”
“I’m glad my wife and I could help you experience that,” said Scott. “I hope it helps you in whatever you decide to do moving forward.”
“As it just so happens, we’re going through a transition of our own,” Jean added. “Getting married is part of that, but we’re still deciding on what we’ll do with ourselves moving forward.”
“Well, whatever you guys choose…just know that you have a knack for changing lives!” said the male stripper.
Something about that stuck with Scott. Changing lives had been part of his goals, even before he and Jean encountered the Phoenix Force. It was a big part of Charles Xavier’s dream of peace and understanding. Part of achieving peace was to change the lives of those affected by war and injustice. Saving lives as X-men was just part of how they went about it. Looking over at Jean and back at the four strangers they’d just shared themselves with revealed an entirely new approach.
His mind was already racing with possibilities, so much so that he almost forgot that the music from the club was still blaring and his wedding night was far from over. While he was hard to make any long-term plans at the moment, he had a feeling that what he and Jean just experienced was a sign…one they shouldn’t ignore in deciding the course of their lives.
Before they made that decision, though, there was still plenty of celebrating left to do.
“We appreciate that,” said Jean, helping the male stripper back to his feet. “Thank you guys for being part of this.”
“Thank you for choosing us out of all the hookers and studs you could’ve picked in this town,” said the male stripper.
“You know, I still want to take offense to that, but I’m feeling so fucking good right now I’ll take it as a compliment,” said the female escort.
“And just so you know, we have this booth for the rest of the night,” Jean added. “If you’re up for it, we could still…”
Jean let her words trail off, her voice taking on a very sensual undertone. It sent a clear message. As much fun as they’d had together, they were up for more. At first, it seemed daunting to the two men and women they’d just satisfied with their cosmic-powered sex. However, they perked up quickly.
“Oh I’m definitely up for it!” said the female escort in the mini-skirt.
“Me too!” said the other escort.
“I usually charge extra for multiple rounds, but I’m feeling generous,” said one of the male strippers.
“Hell, I’m feeling more than generous,” said the other.
“In that case, let’s get a fresh round of drinks and share in more experiences,” said Jean with a that distinct, fiery passion that only she had.
A new found energy consumed the escorts and male strippers. Still beaming with the afterglow of the feeling they’d just experienced, they took turns embracing him and Jean, showing no hesitation or reservations whatsoever.
What followed after that became a celebratory daze that he and Jean gladly dove into it. They ordered more drinks, chatted with their new friends, and didn’t care in the slightest that they were either fully naked or mostly naked. Before long, things got heated again.
It started with Scott and Jean making out in the center of the booth, putting on a show for the two escorts and the male strippers in a role reversal of sorts. Then, once the mood got sufficiently heated, another round of sex acts followed. They were less coordinated than before. Having forged a connection and achieved greater comfort, there was no need to make things needlessly elaborate. They just embraced the spirit of the moment.
‘More life…more love…more connections! Together, we achieve harmony and bliss.’
The three women took turns giving oral sex to each of the men as they side-by-side in the booth. Once they got aroused again, they randomly picked a man, applied a new condom, and rode their dicks to another orgasm. After that, the men got in on the act, bending the women over the booth and giving them oral sex from behind, turning it into a contest of sorts to see who could make them come first. Scott was fairly certain he won, having made one of the escorts squirt, but at that point, everyone felt like a winner.
Other elaborate sex acts followed. At one point, the two male strippers had Jean sandwiched between them, one under her fucking her pussy while another was on top of her fucking her ass. Scott took the two escorts together as well, one laying on top of the other while he got behind them, alternating between their pussies. When he climaxed again, they made sure he shot his load on their tits, which Jean helped them lick up.
It got pretty chaotic, but he and Jean kept things heated. Even in an instance where Jean took three dicks at once – with him under her fucking her pussy, one male stripper fucking her ass, and the other receiving oral sex from her – the mood remained passionate. Even when all three women converged on him, all sucking his dick in a coordinated effort, the experience remained uniquely intimate.
From the outside, it must have seemed like a sea of decadence, two newlyweds indulging in group sex with a couple of strangers. From his and Jean’s cosmic perspective, however, it was something more. There was a far greater feeling at work, one that would definitely influence the choices they made moving forward.
‘Scott, this feeling we share…between us and others…it means something,’ Jean said through their telepathic link as the intimate experience concluded. ‘I think…no, I know this is the Phoenix telling us something.’
‘I agree, Jean. This new perspective has made for some amazing experiences…as well as great sex,’ Scott replied.
‘I like to think of that as a bonus.’
‘Me too. And we’re going to turn these experiences into something greater. I’m sure of it. The world is a complicated, dangerous place. For now, though, let’s enjoy it before those complications catch up with us.’
Hellfire Club Dungeons
“Hnn…you dare?” groaned a dazed Emma Frost.
“Oh I’m quite daring. I believe I’ve made that abundantly clear,” said humored voice that was painfully familiar.
As Emma became aware of her surroundings, she quickly realized she was in the last place anyone in the Hellfire Club wanted to be. The dungeons in Hellfire Manor were the stuff of legend and nightmares. Sabastian Shaw had built them with the express purpose of making it so Hell felt like an upgrade. Ironically, Emma had helped with that effort. Now, she found herself trapped within it.
She tried to remember how she got there. She recalled the mysterious woman – Madelyne Pryor, as she called herself – intruding on the Inner Circle during their proceedings on her failure to secure the Phoenix Force. While Emma didn’t mind the interruption, she also remembered being less than thrilled by Madelyn’s tactics.
Her ears were still ringing from the screams of the Inner Circle. As deplorable as they were, even they didn’t deserve what that woman did to them. The fact that none of them were present in the dungeon was a sign. Either they got off easy or she was foolish enough to put up a better fight.
How she ended up in the Hellfire Dungeon wasn’t as important as escaping. As her strength returned to her, she realized that her wrists were bound above her head by Vibrainium shackles from chains that hung from the ceiling. She was also in the same White Queen uniform she’d worn during her judgement, but parts of it were tattered. It was an ominous sign, but that didn’t stop Emma from struggling.
“Emma Grace Frost,” said Madelyne as she approached her, “the omega level telepath who fought and fucked her way to the top. By day, you’re a successful hedge fund manager of Frost Enterprises. By night, you’re the White Queen of the Inner Circle, subverting and extorting power by any means necessary.”
“Congratulations,” Emma scoffed, “you know the bare minimum about me.”
“I know more than you’ll ever care to admit and not just because Sinister kept detailed files on the Hellfire Club.”
“Sinister? Who the bloody hell is that?”
“Nobody you need concern yourself with,” she answered. “The same goes for the rest of Inner Circle. Don’t worry. They’re not dead…although some wish they were.”
While Emma wasn’t overly fond of her Hellfire Club brethren, the fact that one woman managed to subdue them only made her situation more disturbing. However, Emma didn’t concern herself with their fate. She needed to focus on her own and, regardless of how much Madelyne claimed to know about her, the White Queen had no idea what she was up against.
‘She’s not bluffing. She really took them out. This woman defeated the entire Inner Circle, but saw fit to spare me. I doubt that was an act of mercy, but I suspect she has other reasons. Something tells me I won’t be thrilled with her reasoning.’
Emma ceased struggling with the shackles and narrowed her gaze on the woman before her. Having dealt with more than her share of devious characters, Emma wasn’t sure what to make of her. Madelyne carried herself as someone with authority, not unlike a queen. Her attire certainly didn’t seem regal, though. She wore a long black cape, thigh-high boots with black gloves, and a bikini-like ensemble that looked like it had been made with discarded black rags.
There was also something uniquely intense about her demeanor. She came off as someone who was inherently broken and didn’t care to hide it. If anything, she had embraced it. Even by Hellfire Club standards, that was devious. She didn’t give off an aura of pure malevolence, which made her even harder to understand. She tried reading her mind, but couldn’t break through her mental shields. It was as though her mind was surrounded by some unnatural aura of energy.
Whatever her motivations, Madelyne seemed intently focused on the situation before them. Her expression was one of someone who might not have been entirely sane, but was still competent. As she casually paced around Emma’s bound body, she flipped through an unmarked file. Emma couldn’t tell what was in it, but the redheaded woman seemed oddly intrigued by what she read.
“You’re a remarkable woman, Emma,” Madelyne commented as she read the file, “driven, determined, and unbound by traditional mores of normal society.”
“Cut me loose and I’ll show you how remarkable I can be,” Emma scolded.
“You’re also greedy, selfish, arrogant, shallow, and callous…all that on top of being an unapologetic whore,” she went on. “Between your business practices and your sexual history, I’d say you’ve crossed many lines, but always with a larger goal in mind.”
“You can scold or admire my choices all you want. It won’t make me any less inclined to destroy you.”
“I wouldn’t expect it to. In fact, those same destructive tendencies are part of why you’re here and not with your Hellfire brethren.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel lucky?” scoffed Emma.
“That depends on how you choose to approach the situation before you.”
She made that choice seem obvious, but Emma doubted it was that simple. She wouldn’t be chained up in the Hellfire Club’s dungeon if Madelyne’s plans didn’t involve something utterly detestable. The redheaded woman struck her as the type who never left anything to chance. She already knew what she wanted. There was nothing Emma could do to change how things would play out. She’d already made sure of it.
“You’re different from the rest of the Inner Circle,” Madelyne said as she read the last few pages of the file, “and not just because you’re the only one with breast implants.”
“I can also tell the difference between authentic Prada and cheap knock-offs,” Emma quipped, “but those talents never got me chained up in a dungeon.”
“You’re also uniquely cunning in your tactics,” the redhead continued. “Whereas Sebastian Shaw employs brute force to get what he wants, you’re more subtle. You don’t try to scare people into doing your bidding. You don’t even psychically manipulate them most of the time, despite being an omega level telepath.”
“It’s called working smart and not hard. And for the record, putting someone in chains is rarely smart outside a bondage club.”
“From what you achieved – escaping your family’s clutches, starting your own company, and joining the Inner Circle – I’d say you’ve worked smarter than most. You don’t just make people help you. You make it so they want to help you. Whether it’s by sex, money, or sheer charisma, you make it feel like they’re getting what they want while giving you what you want. It’s a difficult approach to doing things, but one that’s far more effective.”
“Enough with the false flattery. Get to the damn point!” spat Emma.
Madelyne finally closed the file and tossed it aside. She stopped pacing and stood in front of Emma’s bound form. Emma couldn’t tell if she was trying to intimidate her or if she was attempting to make a legitimate point. It didn’t matter. Emma still had every intention of making her pay.
As she scolded her captor, Madelyne cast her a strange grin. She then reached out and cupped her face, as though she were looking at something other than her perfectly smooth skin or flawless feminine figure. Given how many people only ever saw that part of Emma Frost, it left her both frustrated and disturbed.
“Such certainty and confidence,” Madelyne said, “a sentiment that everyone in this broken world takes for granted. You’re luckier than most, Emma. You actually have the skills, cunning, and ruthlessness to achieve almost anything you desire.”
“You almost sound jealous,” said Emma, “almost being the most distressing part of that observation.”
“That’s because your luck goes beyond your methods. Like everyone else, you weren’t born for a specific purpose. Your parents had sex. You were born. You grew up and lived your own life, unbound by any pre-determined path.”
“You’ve giving way too much credit to my laughable excuse for parents,” Emma scoffed.
“It doesn’t matter how good or bad they were. The fact remains that you were born with no inherent purpose. You got to choose what and who you wanted to be. Even before you became the White Queen, you took control of your life. You enjoyed a special kind of freedom that not everyone can achieve, but everyone believes is possible.”
Madelyne let go of Emma’s face. Her demeanor suddenly shifted. She became more stern in her poise, folding her arms and narrowing her gaze. She now looked more frustrated than envious, as though that kind of freedom was an alien concept to her. The more Emma learned about Madelyne Pryor, the more certain she was that there was something very wrong and very flawed with her.
“Unfortunately, I’ll never know that feeling…that sense that I can live my own life and choose my own destiny,” Madelyne said with a mix of anger and sorrow. “My purpose was literally programmed into me. My mind, my body, and even my genetics are fine-tuned for one singular goal. I can never escape it. I can never decide not to pursue it. The only thing I can control is how I go about it.”
“If you’re expecting sympathy from me, you should adjust your expectations significantly, darling,” said Emma.
“I don’t need anyone’s pity. The way I see it, if I’m going to be defined by my purpose, I may as well go about it on my own terms. To do that, I need more control…more than I can get with a beautiful body, mutant genes, and an endless army of goblins.”
“I’d say that’s greedy, but coming from me, that’s just too much irony,” the blonde telepath scoffed.
“Call it whatever you want, Emma. You’ll never understand. No one can understand because they only need a certain amount of control, if only to create the illusion of freedom. I cannot settle for illusions and I need more control than most.”
“Cry me a river and buy me a beach house in the Hamptons. Tell me what this has to do with me so I can properly tell you to kiss my perfectly-toned ass!”
Emma was done trying to understand Madelyne Pryor. The more she spoke, the more unhinged she sounded. If there was no reasoning with her, then there was no use in talking to her.
The powerful telepath began struggling with her restraints again. She refused to look the devious redhead in the eye again. She could still feel Madelyne’s harsh gaze on her. Strangely, seeing her struggle made her smile again. It only made Emma more determined to escape.
“Very well,” Madelyne said to her. “I’ve told you all you need to know. You’ve also convinced me that you’re perfectly suited for what I have planned. You may very well be the standard by which I measure how much or how little I can control moving forward.”
“I want no part of your fucking plans!” Emma spat. “Now, are you going to piss off or what?”
“It’s already too late for you, Emma Frost. As the Goblin Queen, I’ve already determined how this is going to play out for you.”
Emma prepared to cuss the redheaded woman out even more. Before she could get a word out, Madelyn’s eyes flashed with greenish light briefly. Moments later, the air throughout the dungeon became hotter and muggy. It created a feeling similar to the one Emma felt just before Madelyne attacked the Inner Circle.
As she continued struggling with her vibranium shackles, a pool of greenish black energy formed under her. From it, a portal took shape and the ground became less solid, taking on the feel of quicksand. Emma could already feel herself sinking into it. She could also hear horrific screeches coming from the other side. As her anger turned to dread, over a dozen goblin-like creatures emerged from the portal and grabbed onto her.
“No! Damn creatures!” Emma yelled. “Get…the hell…off me! Get…off!”
“Don’t fight them,” Madelyne said as she stood over the portal with folded arms. “You’ll only make this worse than it needs to be.”
“Errr! Fuck you!”
As Emma sank into the portal, the vibranium shackles unlocked themselves. Her hands freed, she tried to fight off the goblin creatures and attack Madelyne. She managed to thrash at the devious woman as she descended deeper into the portal, but she never even touched her.
The more she fought, the harder the goblin creatures pulled on her. With over half her body now into the portal, they had completely surrounded her. One even managed to put its disgusting hand over her mouth. That both silenced her and convinced her that there was no escape.
“You don’t get to choose this time, Emma,” Madelyne told her before she disappeared. “But don’t worry. Soon, you’ll want to help me. While that may not be possible in this world, I promise you the possibilities are far greater in the depths of Limbo.”
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