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Remy Lebeau was making his way back into the main room of the Hellfire Gala. Just as he passed through the open doorway of one of the hallways he was grabbed from the side. He felt whoever it was pull him fully into the room and push him up against the wall next to the door. Instinctually his body tensed. His muscles contracted as his years of training with both the X-men and the thieves guild had him prepared to fight back against the sudden assault. He quickly relaxed though as he saw who it was that had grabbed him.
"How's it going cajun?" Rogue asked him, a sly grin on her face.
"Hey there Chère." He said. Smiling along with his wife.
"How's the night been? Having fun?" She asked. Her hands started to rub up and down his body as she spoke.
"Oh you know. Not too bad. How about you?" He could feel her fingers squeezing his biceps, feeling the lean corded muscles.
"Well Ah'm hoping it's about to get a whole lot better." As she finished speaking she leaned forward and kissed Remy hard. She forced her tongue into his mouth and one of her hands was suddenly between his legs, rubbing up and down his quickly hardening cock.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds before Remy realised something wasn't right. He pushed Rogue away and she looked back at him, her face showed a mixture of hurt and surprise at his denial of her advances.
"Nice try Raven, but Rogue kisses far better than whatever that was supposed to be." Remy said, his eyes glaring at the woman in front of him.
The expression on her face quickly changed from one of hurt feelings to one of annoyance. Then her body began to shift, her size and shape changing. Her skin turned to a dark blue colour and her hair went from brown with a white streak to a dark red. With her disguise gone Mystique now stood in front of him in her true form.
"What do you want, Raven?" Remy asked her. His blood was boiling with anger at Mystique's audacity to try to impersonate his wife.
"Well since my daughter is still foolish enough to insist on wasting her life with you I had to take matters into my own hands." Mystique spat back at him, annoyed that he had seen through her disguise. He laughed at her response, making Mystique scowl at him. "What are you laughing at?" She snapped angrily.
"You're just so predictable. Rogue warned me you'd try something like this. And she was dead right. Well except she didn't think even you would be depraved enough to pretend to be her. What is that anyways? You jealous of her?" Remy asked.
"Jealous?" Mystique quickly responded. "Of what? That she's chosen someone so far beneath her?"
"Hey you're that one that's trying to trick me into fucking you. And it ain't even the first time you've tried something like this." Remy explained, referring to the time Mystique had infiltrated the institute as a student and tried to seduce Remy. "Clearly you just want a piece of this."
"More like I was willing to do what I had to to make Rogue realise what a mistake you are." Mystique said glaring at him.
"And how was me fucking you while you looked like her going to accomolish that?" He asked her, truly not understanding the flow of her plan.
"Just because I started out looking like Rogue doesn't mean it would finish that way." Mystique started explaining.
"So what? Look at where we are." Remy arms indicated the rest of the room, filled with various pairings and groups of people having sex. "It's not like Rogue was going to see me fucking anyone else and get mad about it."
"It's not about her. I realise she's never going to see what a waste of time you are. But I might be able to make you realise that it's only a matter of time before you leave her and convince you to just get it over with." Mystique continued. She was growing more annoyed with him with every word he said.
"Nothing will ever make me leave Rogue. She's my wife and I love her more than anyone in this world. No amount of sex no matter who it's with is ever going to change that." Remy said sternly, his voice was full of anger and his eyes dug into her like daggers.
"That's what they all say." Mystique answered, crossing her arms over her chest and rolling her eyes. It didn't matter how much Remy denied it, she knew what he was. He was a dog just like every other man and she hated that Rogue couldn't see it.
"Fine Raven you want to do this let's do this." Remy told her.
"What?" She asked him, surprised at his words.
"Let's fuck. You take whatever form you want. Then at the end when I still tell you none of them hold a candle to my wife you leave us alone for good." He explained. He and Rogue had discussed this before. She had figured Mystique would make some sort of move on him and she'd given him express permission to anything he needed to to get the shapeshifter off his back, even fucking her.
"You're serious?" Mystique asked him. A smirk crossed her face. She knew if he gave her this chance she could show him what he truly was, make him admit he'd never be happy with just one woman for the rest of his life.
"As a heart attack." He shot back, not baking down an inch. "But you have to agree. After this, it's done. No more of you trying to break us up."
"I won't need any more than this." Mystique said confidently.
"Then get to it." He responded.
Mystique quickly closed the distance between them and once again shoved Remy against the wall as she started kissing him. Her lips pressed firmly against his and her tongue ventured into his mouth, seeking out his.
Remy felt her body up against his as his eyes closed while they kissed. He worked his own tongue against hers, the two appendages wrestling for dominance in their mouths.
There was no love lost between Remy and Mystique. In fact the two of them quite hated each other. But even though they were each trying to prove a point, they also both understood that a good hate fuck could be quite enjoyable. So they both planned to at least physically make the most of the encounter.
Remy felt Mystique's body shifting and changing form against him. Her lips and tongue even changed as she took a new form, something that felt very strange. As she pulled her mouth away from him he opened his eyes to see what new person she was pretending to be. He was shocked by what he saw.
"Belladonna." He whispered.
"Perhaps your first love will return for you." Mystique said, smiling at him with the face of his first wife. "What would you do then?" As she spoke her hand returned to his cock and started stroking it. She could feel him growing harder with every movement of her fingers.
"Wouldn't be the first time she'd tried." Remy answered, shaking off the initial shock. "Hasn't worked before and won't work now." He and Belladonna had run into one another more than once since he had left her years ago. Sometimes she was trying to win him back and sometimes she was trying to kill him. But he always chose Rogue in the end.
"We'll see." Mystique told him, her voice a perfect copy of Belladonna's. She dropped down to her knees in front of him. "Perhaps you just need a reminder of what it was like."
Remy's eyes were locked on Mystique's as she stared up at him. Eyes that looked exactly like the ones he'd spent countless hours staring into in his youth. His body shuddered as she flicked her tongue across the head of his cock. Then without breaking eye contact she slid her lips down his cock, taking every inch of him in one fluid motion. He couldn't help but moan as she started gliding her soft lips up and down his hard shaft.
Mystique started to think that this would be even easier than she had expected. She could see the conflict in Remy's eyes as he looked down at her. She figured if she made it good she could break him in just a few moments. So that's just what she did. She started focusing on her efforts to suck him off. She'd always been able to drive men wild with just a blowjob. It turned out being able to slightly shape shift to easily deepthroat any cock no matter the size was quite the useful skill.
She effortlessly bobbed her head up and down his cock. Her tongue slithered all over his meat, coating it with her saliva. She could already taste his pre cum leaking from his cock head. The sounds of his deep moans as she sucked him off would have had a big smile crossing her face if her lips weren't so busy.
Remy had to admit Mystique was good at this. Her oral skills stood amongst the best he'd ever had. The warm wetness of her mouth enveloping him over and over made his whole body tingle with pleasure. He looked down and watched as the form of Belladonna eagerly sucked him. He kept having to remind himself it wasn't really her but even knowing it was Mystique the visual was hard to deny.
There were definitely some conflicting feelings here. Any time he saw Belladonna it brought back old emotions. But seeing her like this was something else. Her beautiful face bobbing up and down his shaft, and feeling so good as it went, had him more than a little confused.
Mystique moved one of her hands up to Remy's balls. She cupped and messaged the sensitive orbs, adding to his enjoyment. She continued her skilled work, sure she was going to break him any moment.
Remy groaned at the new added sensation. He couldn't help but remember what it had felt like the first time Belladonna had gone down on him. She'd been his first for so many things and he remembered how amazing they had all felt. Then he remembered how much better they had been with Rogue his first time with her. Every kiss and touch felt far greater than anything he'd experienced before her, and better than anything since. Including this. As good as Mystique was, she still paled in comparison to his wife.
With that realisation, the fact that Mystique was wearing Belladonna's face suddenly didn't matter to him any more. He knew he'd never want her more than Rogue. So he embraced the fact that it still felt good. As the tension left his body he took hold of the sides of Mystique's head, his fingers rubbing through the short blonde hair and he started pressing her down, pushing his cock into her mouth until her nose pressed to his pelvis.
She was surprised at this sudden change in his demeanour. He started moving her head up and down while also thrusting his hips, fucking her waiting mouth. The suddenness of the first few thrusts made her gag but she quickly adjusted and let him go. She was annoyed that he seemed to get past her first attempt to break him but had to admit she was getting pretty turned on by the way he was fucking her face. His musk filled her nose and the taste of his pre cum still coated her tongue. The primal nature of him forcing her mouth down on his cock had her growing wet.
She was done just pleasing him and wanted to feel his cock in her pussy, and since her first attempt to break him failed she figured they might as well move on. She pulled her lips from his dick while simultaneously returning to her natural form, abandoning her Belladonna look. She grabbed Remy and pulled him down to the ground and onto his back. She threw her legs over his body and straddled him.
Remy looked up at her overtop of him and admired her natural blue form. She looked so exotic and sexy as she sat atop him. Her pussy rested against his cock but he wasn't inside her. She began slowly sliding her lips along his hard member, her pussy juices leaking out to coat him. Then she moved herself up just a little higher, so his head was pressed to her waiting opening.
Mystique moaned as she pressed herself down and felt his cock penetrate deep inside her, massaging her inner walls with each inch that she took. She started riding him, taking a few minutes to simply enjoy the moment and the wonderful feeling before trying another form.
Remy's hands reached around to grab Mystique's ass as she started fucking him. He firmly gripped the well toned cheeks as she rode his cock. Her pussy felt so amazing with every bounce she made. He could feel her clenching down with her movements, the action tightly gripping him as she went. He watched as her big blue tits with their slightly darker blue nipples bounced up and down just above his face. Then he watched as they started growing bigger, the skin changing to a pale white and the nipples turning light pink. Her hair grew long and silver and an oversized thin domino mask appeared on her face. He felt her ass growing in his hands, the already round orbs gaining more soft flesh. In a matter of seconds he realised he now had the Black Cat on top of him.
"Maybe it won't be an old love that gets you, but what about someone new?" Mystique said "Someone that shares your same special interests."
Remy was surprised by this form from Mystique. He'd never really thought about Black Cat that way. Sure he knew of her and she was a very sexy woman but the idea of having a relationship had never crossed his mind. This one was a weak attempt to turn him at best. All she'd accomplished was allowing him the chance to enjoy some time with another beautiful woman.
Mystique was excited as she saw the moment of surprise on Remy's face but quickly realised this one was a bust when he started smiling.
"You're gonna have to do better than that Raven." He said to her smuggly while he started lifting his hips up to fuck deeper into her.
Mystique's annoyance only lasted a moment until she felt his cock pound deep inside of her. She just accepted this one as a loss and decided to enjoy herself a bit before moving on. She wasn't worried, she was saving the best for last. She started rocking her hips back and forth rather than up and down, grinding herself on him.
In this body Mystiques tits were huge and practically hitting Remy in the face as they fucked. So he simply lifted his head up an inch or two and took one of the large orbs into his mouth and started sucking on the hard nipple. He lightly bit the soft flesh and circled his tongue around the pink nub.
Mystique gasped at the added sensation and grabbed the back of Remy's head, holding him there. She'd started bouncing up and down on his cock again. The continued bucking of his hips to meet her motions caused his cock to pound deep inside her over and over. The loud slapping of their bodies meeting set the rhythm of their movements.
The years of hatred and anger they felt for one another was now manifesting in an unbridled passion. Their bodies moving as one and their moans joining together in a carnal chorus. Each of them used the other's body for their own pleasure. Each of them wished they could deny just how good it felt, but neither of them would have been able to convincingly say anything other than it felt amazing.
Mystique could feel herself falling deeper and deeper into a well of pure bliss. She knew she needed to take her next form. She had to get him before she lost herself completely in the sexual sensations.
Remy felt Mystique's body start to shift and change again. Her tits began to shrink, pulling her nipple out of his mouth with an audible pop. They ended up much smaller than they had been but now were very perky. Her whole body shrunk into a petite frame. Her skin changed to a greyish white colour. Her hair and lips took on a blue hue and he could see her teeth becoming pointed, almost fang like. Her eyes turned to an almost glowing yellow. He gasped as her body solidified on top of him and she was now in the form of Foxx.
"And how about now? Hmmm?" Mystique asked teasingly well she continued to fuck him.
Remy was speechless. Mystique had used this form years ago to infiltrate the mansion and try to seduce him. A plan he had long been ashamed to admit had almost worked.
"I know how bad you wanted me before. The way you looked at me. The way you spoke to me. You wanted to fuck me so bad. To let me give you everything Rogue couldn't." She continued, one of her hands held his chest as she kept bouncing herself up and down his cock.
Remy wanted to scream out in denial at her words. Tell her she was lying but deep down he couldn't. He had been attracted to Foxx. He had wanted her those years ago.
"You can't tell me it doesn't feel even better than you imagined. My tight young pussy wrapped around your big hard cock." She kept pushing him. She could see the anguish and guilt on his face and she smiled wickedly, barring her sharp teeth at him.
Remy shuttered as Mystique spoke to him in the voice of the woman he'd almost betrayed Rogue with. She was right too, her pussy felt amazing, every bit as good and better than he'd thought it would. He wanted to deny it, as much as he'd wanted to deny it then. He so badly wanted to resist her back then he'd done everything he could to get away from her. He'd done everything he could to make sure it didn't happen.
He'd made sure it never happened.
And then he realised it. He'd been so tempted by Foxx in the past. He'd wanted to give in to her advances. But he didn't. He'd been tempted but he hadn't faltered. There would always be temptation in his life. But being tempted wasn't a betrayal to his wife. Acting on it was. But he didn't act on it then, and he was sure he wouldn't in the future. He knew he could control himself. He was in complete control.
Mystique's grin faded as she saw Remy's demeanour change again, the look of guilt and despair disappearing from his face and being replaced by a confident smugness. She was going to yell at him, tell him he couldn't resist. He would betray Rogue sooner or later. But before she could speak he grabbed her and spinned their bodies so he was now on top of her. He instantly started jackhammering his cock in and out of her pussy and any thought she had of spitting vitriol at him disappeared. In fact every thought in her head disapeared except for the focus on how fucking good his cock felt pounding into her pussy.
She moaned beneath him and her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. It felt so good she didn't care anymore what she had been trying to do. She just wanted him to keep fucking her.
Remy knew he had her. He could see the look on her face as she grew almost drunk from her pleasure. She still held the form of Foxx and he felt an interesting sense of closure, finally having sex with her knowing it didn't mean anything. That it wouldn't hurt his relationship with Rogue. He could fuck her and not feel an ounce of guilt.
Mystique was amazed at the continued pace and power of Remy's thrusts. His energy never seemed to slow as he kept going non stop. She lost track of how long he fucked her like this. Using her wet pussy, sliding in and out of her over and over. She could feel herself quickly nearing an orgasm. Each thrust of his hard cock pushed a little closer to the precipice. Then all at once it washed over her. A tidal wave of pleasure flooding her body and making her scream out in bliss. Her body writhed and trembled beneath him. She lost concentration and couldn't hold the shape of Foxx anymore. Her body instinctually returned to its natural state as she came.
Remy felt Mystique's pussy tightly gripping his cock as she orgasmed. Then when her body shifted back to its original form he felt her pussy convulsing and massaging his cock in an incredibly unique way. One that swiftly had him join her in her climax.he managed to pull himself from her just as his cock started to erupt. Spraying his thick white load up across her body, leaving a wet mess on her pussy and stomach, a few shots going all the way up to her tits. His white cum stood out clearly against her blue skin. The criss crossing lines painting her with his seed.
He rolled off her and laid on the floor for a moment. Each of them gasped for air as they started coming down from their orgasms. Remy was the first to move. Getting up from the floor and standing over her. He looked down at her, covered in his cum, her chest heaving from the fucking he had just given her. He'd won, he'd beaten her.
"It's done, you leave me and Rogue alone." He said. His hate for the woman rising back up in his words.
"Fine." She spat back at him. The word was so full of venom he almost expected it to sting his skin. "You'll ruin it on your own eventually anyways. I was just trying to spare her from wasting more time on you." She sat up as she continued to speak.
"No Raven. Rogue and I are forever. I've never been more certain of that than I am right now." He turned and walked away from the woman. Leaving her sulking on the ground. He knew she wouldn't really leave him and Rogue alone forever. Mystique was never a woman of her word after all. But he hoped she'd at least leave them be for a little while. The shame of her loss would keep her in check for a short time at least.
He meant what he'd said to her. He was more confident in his marriage than ever. For all her efforts to make Remy realise he didn't deserve his wife all Mystique had managed to do was show him that she really was the only one he wanted for the rest of his life.
Well her and anyone else he managed to sleep with tonight he thought with a smile
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