Of Queens and Demons

Rogue had avoided Emma Frost like the bubonic plague ever since they returned from the shopping excursion. Several days had passed since that surreal incident in the Victoria Secret fitting room, yet Emma pretended as though nothing had occurred. She always greeted Rogue warmly, though the girl did not return the gesture. Kitty had inquired about their shopping trip several times, but Rogue refused to say anything. All she had to show for it was a drawer full of new underwear and a few outfits she would never wear. After Emma had revealed her true intentions… well, Rogue couldn’t concentrate on shopping. She let Emma purchase whatever she wanted, eager to get away from the sultry blonde.

But distance did not purge Emma Frost from her mind. Rogue’s fantasies of Gambit became infrequent as images of Emma invaded her dreams more and more. Rogue had never considered herself attracted to other women. Sure, she could appreciate the aesthetic beauty of the female, but she had always vastly preferred masculinity. The sudden change caught Rogue off-guard.

She had tried everything from extra training to working ahead in her homework, but thoughts of Emma naked only worsened. At least, with Remy, her fantasies had been just that – fantasies. Gambit had flirted with her several times, but Rogue could not kid herself into thinking anything would come of it. Yet Emma could do any number of things to Rogue… things of which she had only dreamed.

“Well, it’s not gonna happen,” Rogue told herself firmly. As if her words formed a pledge of stone, she reached for a novel from her nightstand. Gold letters cut into the red, leather-bound volume spelled-out Carmilla. Risty had given her the book last year. She had never read it, as few months later she discovered Risty’s actual identity was Mystique. She had nearly forgotten about the book. The summary described it as a dark, sensual tale as chilling as Dracula. ‘Good,’ Rogue thought, ‘maybe readin’ about some Count will make me forget all about what happened…’

After the seventh chapter, Rogue regretted her decision. She had expected a love story between a dark Victorian male and an innocent maiden set in Transylvania. But Carmilla was a story about a female vampire and her inescapably female victims. Exactly what Rogue did not need.

With a frustrated groan, Rogue turned over, placed the book on the table, and switched off the light. It was late – past midnight. The younger mutants had already gone to bed, and the institute was silent save for the faint murmur of conversation from the living room, a few feet away. Kitty had already dozed off while Rogue read, and she murmured something like “Petey” before shifting to her side.

Rogue closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Immediately, images of a fanged Emma in a velvet gown permeated her thoughts. ‘Stop it,’ she hissed to herself. ‘You’re not that desperate to let Emma Frost have her
way with you just because she can touch you.’ Despite her words, Rogue knew she was that desperate. She had been fifteen when her powers first manifested. She was a senior now, almost eighteen. Everyone she knew had experienced the intimacy denied to her. Scott and Jean, despite the younger students’ assertion that they were too prude to “do it”, were already well-versed in each other’s bodies. Kitty lost her virginity to Lance when she and Rogue were both sophomores. Even Kurt – he and Amanda apparently had some very kinky romps in bed.

‘Is it really so bad?’ Emma’s voice cooed in Rogue’s head. ‘What’s wrong with a girl loving another girl? There’s nothing a man could do that I couldn’t do better. I know your body Rogue. And you know mine.’

Emma’s imagined voice gave way to imagined form. Rogue suddenly found herself in a dark study. Candles burned on a table, and a fire glowed in the distance. She crossed over to the fireplace. Emma sat in an cream-colored loveseat to the right. She looked different. Her platinum-blonde locks were swept back into a tight bun, though stray spirals fell from the polished coif and framed her oval face. She wore a ruby dress (not white! Rogue thought with a surprise) fashioned with a velvet bodice that caused ample cleavage to spill from their confines. A single pearl hung from a gold chain round her neck and fell just where Emma’s perfect breasts met.

“You’ve come,” Dream Emma purred seductively.

Rogue felt herself nod absently.

“Sit down,” she directed, patting the empty spot beside her. Rogue acquiesced and joined the blonde. Emma smiled and ran her fingers through Rogue’s hair. “There’s a good girl. Now, do you know why I’ve called you here?”

“Uh-uh,” Rogue replied as if in a trance.

“I want you to be mine,” she said meaningfully.

“Yours? I don’t understand…”

“Mine,” she repeated, moving her fingers along the curve of the girl’s long neck to stop just at the collarbone. “Body and soul.”

Rogue shivered. “Is this a dream?”

“Yes,” Emma murmured, dipping her head to meet Rogue’s inviting skin. She planted light kisses over the girl’s throat, and received breathy sighs for her efforts. “But that doesn’t mean this isn’t real.” She delivered a long lick, followed by a playful nibble at Rogue’s left earlobe. “Let me show you what I have to offer. Don’t be afraid. I may bite, but I won’t hurt you.”

Sighing, Rogue tilted her head back and allowed Emma to dispense more kisses along her neck. Emma’s mouth was like a drug. Rogue couldn’t get enough of it. Each brief moment that Emma’s lips left Rogue’s skin caused a small whimper from Rogue. Emma, too, was equally spellbound. Rogue’s skin felt like satin and tasted faintly of vanilla. She could only imagine what the rest of her tasted like… sweet? Or perhaps salty… heady?

“Has anyone done this to you?” Emma asked. Her lips tickled Rogue’s shoulder as they moved to form the words.

“No.”

“Never?”

“Never, ever.”

The thought that she, Emma Frost, was the first to touch the girl sent dark flames of passion through her body. She rose and studied her victim intently. Rogue felt the older mutant’s gaze bore through her very soul and shifted uncomfortably. Emma smiled and sank to her knees so that her face was level with Rogue’s face. She reached out and slowly undid Rogue’s bodice, never tearing her eyes away from emerald-colored eyes hooded
with desire. Once she freed Rogue’s breasts, she kissed each rosy nipple gently. Rogue moaned and involuntarily
thrust her hips towards Emma.

But White Queen was far from finished. As she placed her left hand over Rogue’s right breast and rubbed the nipple with her thumb, her right hand snaked beneath the girl’s heavy skirts and found her warm thighs. Rogue gasped, bucking her hips again. With an impish grin, Emma ran a finger along Rogue’s slit, earning another gasp.

“You’re wet.”

Rogue could only groan in reply. Emma’s left hand switched breasts while two inquisitive fingers slipped inside velvety walls. “Do you like that, Rogue?”

“Uh-huh.” She gasped as Emma’s fingers began to move inside. “Do it again… please…”

“Kiss me, Rogue,” she demanded.

Rogue leaned forward and kissed Emma’s eager mouth. Her tongue met Rogue’s, and she caressed it gently. The passion of their kiss intensified. Emma thumbed Rogue’s tender nub as she pumped her fingers and tongue in and out of the girl.

“Oh Gawd!” Rogue exclaimed, breaking the kiss. The girl's Southern accent grew thicker the more excited Emma made her. Her breath fell in pants. Her chest heaved.

Emma thrust her fingers deeper, watching with delight as Rogue’s lips parted even more and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. “I want you to come for me. You’d like that, too, wouldn’t you?”

Without waiting for a reply, Emma removed her fingers and hitched Rogue’s skirt to her waist in one swift, fluid movement. She lowered her head to rest between Rogue’s thighs and breathed in her musky scent. Emma licked Rogue’s slit, an action that caused Rogue to jerk her hips in surprise. “Mmmm,” Emma moaned before giving another long lick, “you taste heavenly.”

Then Emma took her clit between her lips and sucked earnestly. Rogue nearly saw spots. Her moans turned to frantic mews and whines until Emma’s fingers returned to pump in and out of her warm center. “EMMAAA!” Rogue shrieked, convulsing with inhuman pleasure. “Ah'm-Ah’m comin’!” Something exploded inside of her, and, as Emma’s tongue continued its magic, she felt it explode again and again. Never had Rogue felt that kind of raw ecstasy before, not even with herself.

Rogue lay in a drunken state for a few moments before she came to again. Emma, still kneeling between Rogue’s knees, licked her lips. “God, I could just eat you up.”

To illustrate, Emma pulled herself up and began to kiss and nibble along Rogue’s throat. Still recovering from her orgasms, Rogue could only moan in approval. Emma, smiling, continued her assault. “You’re mine,” she whispered. “All mine.” Rogue thought she might die from pleasure.

In a room down the hall, Emma Frost writhed and moaned in her bed. She pumped her fingers in and out of her slick pussy in a frantic rhythm. “Oh, Rogue,” she gasped and collapsed as orgasm washed over her.