New Blood III: Triumph of Darkness

New Blood
Chapter 4: Repayment and Rejection

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7 Years Ago

“Uh-uh-uh-Emma-uh-oh Emma-uh-my love!”

“Uh-uh-yes-uh-oh yes-uh-ohhhhhhhhh Shanobi!”

It was so beautiful. Every part of her was consumed with peace and bliss. Emma Frost never imagined she could feel something so amazing. She, the product of an unloving family, was finally getting a taste of what love felt like. It was so new and unfamiliar, yet it was so amazing on every level.

She closed her eyes and soaked it in as she felt the hot, sweaty body of her naked lover on top of her. She clung to desperately, her arms and legs holding him in a tight embrace. She moaned and panted with him as he thoroughly moved his body up and down hers, making love to her in the most meaningful way she ever felt. As an up and coming stripper working her way up in the Hellfire Club, she thought she knew pleasure and sex. But this was truly on another level.

As they reached their final climax together, they shared one last moan of ecstasy. As the pleasure coursed through them she opened her eyes and gazed into the affectionate warmth of her lover, Shanobi Shaw.

“Emma…you’re beautiful,” said Shanobi as he lovingly caressed her face.

“I love you, Shanobi,” she said in her emotional daze.

“I know. I love you too,” he said with a smile.

“I…I never thought I could love someone like this. I didn’t even think it was possible for me after your father took me in off the streets and…”

But Shanobi didn’t let her go on. He just put his finger over her lips and held her closer.

“Shh…don’t think of the past, my dear. Think only of the future. You’ve become so much stronger since you arrived.”

“That’s because you and Xavier have done such a great job of training me,” she smiled coyly, “But I don’t think this is part of the training.”

“No…it isn’t,” said Shanobi softly, “This is something more. As allies we are strong enough to work our way through the Inner Circle. But as lovers, sharing a connection like the one we have…we can do so much more.”

Emma Frost smiled warmly as she pulled him into another kiss. Their naked bodies remained entwined under the sheets of Shanobi’s bed, their every gesture and touch laced with feeling. Emma honestly couldn’t remember a time when she had ever been this happy. It was all centered on him, Shanobi Shaw. He was the son of the Black King, Sebastian Shaw, and a trusted member of the Inner Circle. He lived in his father’s shadow, but he was every bit as determined and driven as she was to rise above it. He was just like her, trying to escape the holds of family. He understood her in a way nobody else did. She connected with him in a way she never connected with anybody. And it was a connection she never wanted to let go of.

“Tell me you love me again, Shanobi,” Emma said as the kiss parted.

“I love you, Emma,” he told her as he trailed his lips down her neck.

“Tell me you’ll always be there,” she said, moaning softly at his gestures, “Tell me we’ll join the Inner Circle together and wield the power of the Hellfire Club together.”

“I’ll always be there for you. Together we shall rule in the Inner Circle. Together we will be strong.”

“Promise me, my love.”

“I promise, Emma. I promise you with all my heart.”

Emma smiled in contentment as she and her lover continued their embrace. A promise from the heart of her lover was good enough for her. But little did she know, that one promise would come back to haunt her.

Hellfire Manor Foyer

Tonight was the big night. Emma’s elaborate plan to repay Scott for saving her life was finally taking shape. Everything was set up. They each had the night off so they could take all the time they needed. Emma reserved an exclusive private suite for them to in an opulent hotel/resort downtown and she promised to have many surprises in store for him throughout the night. She didn’t tell him just what those surprises entailed, but she promised him it would be something to remember. And given Emma’s personality, Scott believed her.

At the moment, Scott was waiting for her down in the foyer near the front door. He was in his casual attire, which consisted of dark blue jeans and a black shirt. He wore his leather jacket as well, making sure he was ready to go as soon as Emma was ready. He checked his watch and saw it was almost time. As usual, Emma was taking extra time to ensure she looked presentable for their outing. It gave Scott more time to pace and contemplate what he was getting himself into.

‘Take it easy, Scott. It’s no big deal. Just accept Emma’s repayment and enjoy it. And if she tries anything, just get out fast. Don’t push it. You made a promise to Jean. You damn well better keep it.’

His thoughts raced as he kept thinking over the situation. At first he thought it was just an innocent night of wild thank-you sex from Emma, which he always enjoyed. But after Jean confronted him about her concerns it turned into something much more. He didn’t want to believe that Emma was going to try to make a move on him or something. He made it clear to her over the years that he loved Jean and just thought of her as a friend. But Emma had always been unpredictable. Even though he knew her better than most people, he still didn’t know what made her tick or why she was so bitter. If she really did have feelings for him, then that would complicate things. And he didn’t want to hurt her.

“I see you haven’t left yet,” came a voice that stopped his train of thought.

Scott looked up the stairs to see Jean, who had been avoiding him since their conversation. She still looked anxious, but she did a good job of holding it back.

“Oh…hey Jean,” said Scott, “Yeah, I’m just waiting on Emma. We’re leaving as soon as she’s ready.”

“I understand.”

There was an awkward silence between them. These were definitely awkward circumstances. Regular couples didn’t have to deal with this sort of thing. Most regular couples weren’t in a loving yet open relationship where sex with other people was not only normal, but expected. It had always been a challenge for them, but this thing with Emma was different.

“Are you mad at me?” Scott asked, finally breaking the silence.

“No, I’m not mad,” she said, looking away from him, “I’m just…anxious.”

“I know you are, but you don’t have to be. I made you a promise, remember? And I intend to keep it.”

“I know you do,” she said, managing a half smile, “But wouldn’t it just be easier to call it off? I mean, can’t Emma thank you another way?”

“I don’t think she knows any other way. You think I haven’t brought it up?”

“Well then why can’t you just refuse?” she asked intently, “It would save us all a lot of trouble.”

“Maybe in the short term, it will. But it’s a little more complicated now.”

Scott walked up to Jean and placed both hands on her shoulders, putting on as serious an expression he could. He understood why she was so tense about this. He would be too if their roles were reversed. But that was he had to do this.

“Jean, I don’t know how Emma feels about me. But if what you told me is true, then avoiding her isn’t going to solve anything. I have to confront her about it. I have to let her know that while I do care for her, I’m still in love with you. I’m not going to let this drag out.”

“But what if she doesn’t take no for an answer?” asked Jean, “What if she won’t accept it?”

“Then that’s something she’ll just have to deal with,” said Scott strongly, “I don’t want to hurt her, but I don’t want to lead her on either. That’s not fair to her and that’s not fair to us. Just trust me, Jean. If push comes to shove, I will handle it.”

It was hard to argue with him when he had that tone in his voice. Jean looked into his eyes and his mind and there was no doubt whatsoever. He really was resolute in this issue. If Emma made a move he would not hesitate to push away. It almost made her feel guilty because that was something she never did with Logan since they started getting close. Perhaps it was the stress of that affair that was spurring him to handle this differently. Maybe this was his way of showing her that he could do what she couldn’t. Whatever the reason, there was no stopping him. He was going to spend this night with Emma. And whatever was going to happen, he was ready for it.

She wasn’t sure what else to say. She said everything she needed to. She still had that look in her eyes. Then Scott caressed her chin and gazed at her lovingly.

“So…are we going to be okay?” he asked her.

“If you keep your promise…yes, we’ll be fine,” said Jean, managing a smile, “It’s just going to be a long night waiting this out.”

“There’s always plenty of activities to keep you distracted around here. I’m sure you’ll find something. You always do,” he said, smiling back.

“We’ll see. Just hurry back, okay?”

“I will.”

They shared one last smile before Jean slipped away. There was still some unresolved tension, but that was to be expected. Even with all the amenities Hellfire Manor offered, none could make her forget about what was going on tonight with him and Emma. The sooner this night was over the sooner they could lay it to rest.

Not long after he and Jean parted, Emma appeared at the top of the staircase. And when Scott saw her he was quickly taken. She was wearing skin tight white leather pants that perfectly hugged her sexy legs. She also wore a fairly revealing halter top that just barely contained her large breasts. It was probably as casual as Emma Frost could get and yet it was still very alluring. He also noticed she had on her best makeup and perfume. He could smell it even from the bottom of the stairs and he had to admit, she was quite a sight.

“Ready, handsome?” she asked him in a playful tone.

“I’m ready,” said Scott, swallowing his nervousness.

Emma gracefully descended the stairs and hooked arms with him. She affectionately leaned in and kissed his cheek, throwing in a few provocative gestures along the way. He got a nice look at her cleavage and an even nicer look at her alluring eyes. He was still determined to keep his promise to Jean, but it was going to be harder than he expected.

“I hope you had three squares and a good nights sleep because you’re going to need it,” she told him, “We are going to have so much fun tonight. I promise you it’ll be an experience you’ll never forget.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he said, managing a grin, “But seriously, Emma, all this just for helping you?”

“You saved my life, Scott. You deserve as much ‘reward’ as I can offer. And believe me, I can offer a lot.”

To prove her point she leaned in and gave his ear a slight nibble, showing him just how much she wanted this. It felt good. Scott always liked how she could be so sexual. And as long as she kept it like this, then they weren’t going to have a problem. But that all depended on where this night took them.

“Now what do you say we get out of here and get to our room?” she said seductively, “I’ve got a nice, spacious suite waiting for us and I plan on putting it to good use.”

“Lead the way,” said Scott with a smile.

Emma smiled back, slipping her hand into his back pocket and leading him out the front door where a limousine awaited them. As they left, Jean lingered from back in the hallway. Her anxious demeanor remained as she watched her lover leave hand-in-hand with a very determined looking, Emma Frost. Even if Scott had made her a promise and even if she did trust him, there was no telling what that woman would do. It almost made her sick to her stomach.

To make matters worse, Emma seemed to pick up on it. Just before they walked out the door, she turned back briefly and flashed a devious grin. She didn’t look directly at Jean, but she definitely knew she was there. Her anxiety made her mental shields a little weaker so Emma must have picked up on her. She gave Scott’s butt an extra squeeze just to taunt her. It was almost as if she was trying to tell her ‘he’s mine.’ Jean clenched her fists at such a sight. She was tempted to just run up after her and beat her to a pulp for such a gesture. But it was too late now. They were already gone.

‘Damn you, Emma. You better not push it. Just because you have a night with him doesn’t mean you can take him from me.’

With her mood now shot, Jean stormed off in search of something to distract her. This was a huge test for both her and Scott. She had to sit back and wait while the love of her life was spending time with a woman trying to steal him from her. She was confident that Scott would keep his promise, but not nearly as confident in her ability to just wait while it happened. Hopefully, they could get through this. But it wasn’t going to be easy.

‘Oh hell, it’s going to be a looooong night.’

Manor Bar

After the incident with Emma Frost, Logan never needed to drink so much in his life. He was angry, bitter, tense, and conflicted. All these states of mind were something that could be mulled over with alcohol, but he was so messed up even the strongest liquor in the world couldn’t have calmed him down. As soon as he sat down at the Hellfire Manor bar, he began slamming back as much as he could. If he could have he would drink himself into oblivion. Even if that didn’t solve his problem, it would be better than this.

That Emma Frost was a real bitch. Even Summers didn’t deserve someone like her. She dangled his hearts desire in front of him, tempting him and pushing him every step of the way. And when he finally rejected her offer to help him get with Jean, she crushed him in her own Emma Frost way and went on with her little agenda knowing full well it was going to hurt him one way or another. The thought of what she may do to Jeannie by pushing her and Scott away was troubling enough. But the thought of that woman getting what she wanted while he was left to wallow really got him mad.

“Fucking Emma fucking Frost!” she growled angrily as he gulped down an entire bottle of whiskey.

“You know, I would tell you to take it easy, but if you keep talking like that I might actually encourage you to drink more,” said Raven Darkholme, who was sitting next to him.

“I can’t help it, damn it! That woman just fucking pisses me off!”

“You’re in good company. But trust me, all the drinking in the world isn’t going to make her any less a bitch.”

“Does it look like I care?”

Raven shook her head and sighed. She wasn’t surprised that Emma was having this affect on him. But she was surprised he came to her of all people to vent. One minute she was having a nice meal with Rogue and the next minute Logan came barging in, saying he needed to vent with her. The look on his face indicated he was more angry than usual and rather than have him wallow on his own, she told Rogue she would catch up and went with him.

While she was glad that Logan turned to her, they hadn’t been doing much talking since they sat down. Logan just told her in the fewest words possible that Emma confronted him about helping her break Scott and Jean up and he refused. She tempted him and tempted him, going on and on about how this may be his best chance to get what he wanted. He just had to trust her and be willing to hurt Jean, which he was not willing to do. In her mind he made the right decision. But it hadn’t been an easy one.

“God damn it, why can’t we get some decent whiskey in this joint?!” he exclaimed, throwing the bottle across the room.

“Logan, knock it off!” yelled Mystique, “You’re being childish!”

“Oh don’t start lecturing me! I ain’t one of your kids!”

“Obviously not! Even they know not to throw a tantrum over trivial matters like this!”

“This ain’t fucking trivial!” Logan exclaimed, “That woman spent the last nine months tempting me and tempting me, making me believe that she could give me Jean!”

“She could never give you that. You know she can’t!” said Mystique strongly, “Emma will say anything if it helps her get what she wants!”

“I know! But I wanted to believe it, okay! And now she’s gonna do it without me and Jeannie’s gonna get hurt! How the fuck am I supposed to deal with that?!”

Logan was seething, his fists clenched in a rage. He couldn’t remember being this angry in a long time. Not since his last fight with Sabretooth had he been so angry. He just stood there at the bar, looking at the broken bottle of whiskey across the room, breathing in sharp, rage-filled gasps.

Raven didn’t say anything to him. She stood with her arms folded looking at him with that stern gaze of hers. It was kind of like the look she gave Kurt and Rogue when they did something she didn’t approve of, only with Logan there was a little more sympathy. She had seen him through much of this affair and found herself caught up in it. There was no walking away from it now. Logan was in a seriously bad state and even though he made the right decision, he was struggling to deal with it.

For nearly two full minutes he was silent. He continued to fume, but Raven’s continued gaze helped him slowly calm down. She wasn’t criticizing him or trying to comfort him. She wasn’t that kind of woman. She just kept staring at him, saying what she needed to say by saying nothing. It was better than any of the half-hearted advice anybody else would probably have given him. It gave him enough time and space to collect himself again.

“I need another drink,” he muttered.

“I’ll pour you some Jack Daniels,” said Mystique with a half smirk.

Still muttering curses to himself, he sat back down at the bar and watched as Raven poured him another drink. She didn’t give him the whole body. She probably figured he would just throw it across the room again. Once he had his drink he began gulping it down again, but not with nearly the same tenacity as before.

“Feeling better yet?” she asked him.

“Not really,” said Logan in a low tone, “Sorry if I was takin’ it out on you. I’m just pissed.”

“I don’t blame you. And I don’t take it personally. I suppose I should be the one you vent on anyways. I was the one who kept warning you about Emma all this time.”

“Yeah, and I guess I ought to thank you for that now,” he said, raising his glass towards her, “You were right about her. She really is a bitch.”

“Nobody will contest that,” said the shape shifter, “But if it makes you feel any better, she probably would have screwed you over anyways. And not in a good way.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” muttered Logan, “But still, I really did want to believe her. These past nine months I’ve been lookin’ at Jeannie, wondering what it would be like to really be with her. I just liked knowing it was a possibility, you know? Now it’s impossible.”

“Why is it impossible? It’s not like you need Emma to be with her.”

“Maybe so, but when I rejected her little offer something else dawned on me. All this time I knew Emma was planning this. I knew what she was up to and what she wanted to do. And for nine months I didn’t tell Jeannie. I didn’t even drop her a hint.”

“Why does that matter? It’s not like it’s your duty to tell her everything,” said Raven.

“It is when I know it might hurt her. And you were the one that once told me if you really do love someone, you do everything in your power to make sure they don’t get hurt.”

Raven fell silent. She remembered vividly that conversation they had at Club Hellfire that night. It was the first real conversation they ever had together and it was the beginning of their friendship. That one bit of advice she barely gave much thought to seemed more important now than ever. And as Logan looked down at his drink, his spirits nearing rock bottom, it held true even after everything that happened.

“Say Emma succeeds. Say she does break her and Scott up. I know as well as you that it’s gonna leave her heartbroken. She’ll be hurting, lost, and in pain. And she’ll hate my guts forever because of it.”

“Why would she hate you?” she asked.

“Because I never did anything to warn her,” he said distantly, “I didn’t tell her about that night I spied on them with Emma. I didn’t tell her about the offer Emma made me. I could have warned her and she could have done something about it. Can you imagine her ever forgiving me for that?”

Mystique thought about that for a moment. When he put it like that, it was hard to argue. If she were in Jean’s shoes and he never told her about something like this, she would have been pissed to say the least. It would be pretty hard to ever forgive something like that.

“Why didn’t you tell her earlier anyways?”

“It’s fucking stupid,” he muttered, “The way I saw it, so long as I didn’t tell her I still had a chance. If I did, Emma wouldn’t get her chance either and Scott and Jeannie would never break up. And I just couldn’t stand that.”

“That’s not a very good reason,” scoffed Mystique.

“You think I don’t know that?” he said, taking a gulp of his drink, “But sometimes you feel something so strong, you don’t even want to let the possibilities go away. So long as I didn’t decide, the possibility was still there.”

Logan slammed his glass down and pushed it away. He then got up from the bar and turned away, clenching his fists in frustration.

“I know it was damn selfish of me. I don’t deserve Jeannie’s love. Hell, I barely deserve to be in the same room with her for keeping this secret. But it’s so damn hard letting it go!”

He was getting worked up again, so Raven didn’t say anything. She just walked up to him, put his hand on his shoulders, and looked at him strongly. She saw a conflicted man in him, but one who still made the right decision. That was something she always admired about him and something she always lacked. He didn’t deserve to feel this way.

“Logan…I’m not going to tell you I understand because I don’t. I’m not even going to tell you I’m sorry because I know that won’t do you any good. But there’s one thing you should know…one thing that you should take comfort in regardless of what happens. You did the right thing. You didn’t help Emma hurt her.”

“But I still hurt her.”

“Not as much as you could have,” she told him as she tenderly ran her hand down his burley face, “You care about her enough to make the hardest decision. That says something about you.”

“Yeah, it says I’m an idiot.”

“An idiot who still did the right thing,” she said with a reassuring smile, “Take it from me, doing it the wrong way only makes things much worse. You’re saving yourself a lot more pain by getting this out of the way now.”

That helped him calm down a little. He didn’t smile or anything, but she could feel his tension ease somewhat. Looking into her eyes, she could see that he trusted her. He wouldn’t be going off like this if he didn’t. She was definitely not the best person to help handle this situation, but he looked at her as though she had all the answers.

“So what do I do now?” he asked her, “Do I walk up to her and tell her or should I just sit back and wait for the shit to hit the fan?”

Mystique thought about it for a moment. This was not something she was very good at judging. Her kids could attest to that. But this man needed an answer and he didn’t deserve to suffer like this. She had to at least try to help him.

“I can’t tell you what to do, Logan. I have no authority in that respect,” she admitted, “It’s up to you how you handle this, but the best advice I can offer is this…whatever choice you have, choose the hardest. Because more often then not that’s the right one.”

Logan sighed as he digested that for a moment. His gaze remained distant, but he took comfort in Mystique’s affectionate touching. She wasn’t trying to be comforting, but she was. Just being close to her like this did more to help with the anger and bitterness than any stiff drink ever could. He found himself looking her in the eye again, seeing in them a strange kind of sincerity from a woman who built her reputation on deception. But she was one of the few people in this crazy place he could relate to. And her advice gave him plenty to think about.

The easiest way to deal with this was to do nothing and let the chips fall where they may. But even if Emma failed to break Scott and Jeannie up, it still wasn’t fair to Jeannie. She placed her trust in him the day she first reached out to him. And his feelings, while conflicted, were still strong for her. But the fact he actually contemplated taking up Emma on her offer for nine months was grim confirmation that he didn’t deserve the love of this woman. Even if she forgave him, it was still telling. Perhaps that was a sign of something more. Whatever it was, the hardest choice was to confront it. And if he was to take Raven’s advice, that was what he would have to do.

“You’re right,” he told her, “I have to take care of this.”

He then pulled away from Raven, who was a little reluctant to let him go. He then put away the bottles of liquor and walked towards the door.

“You’re…not even going to finish your drink?” said Raven.

“No time for boozin’,” said Logan with a new resolve in his tone, “Besides, I’m gonna have to be sober if I’m gonna talk to Jeannie. Wish me luck.”

“Right…good luck,” said Mystique distantly.

She turned away, looking to get a drink for herself. After a moment like this she needed one. But before she got far, Logan turned back towards her and said one last thing.

“Oh, and Misty?”

“What Logan, do you need more advice?” she said in a bemused tone.

“Thanks,” was all he said.

Logan slipped away after that, leaving Mystique in a dazed state. Yet she found herself smiling. Being around Logan these last nine months had been an experience to say the least. He was a lot more exciting to be around than the other men in the Inner Circle. He just couldn’t stop himself from getting caught up in these relationship dramas. It was kind of ironic for a man who was such a loner, a drinker, and a womanizer. He was a man of contrasts yet he could hold it together. But that’s what she liked about him. And over time she came to really admire those qualities about him. Sometimes she wondered if she admired him a little too much.

‘Damn I better not be falling in love with the guy. He’s got enough problems with love as it is and so do I. Now I need a drink. Something tells me its going to be a long night.’

Highland Luxury Suites

Highland Luxury Suites was one of the most exclusive and expensive resorts in the world. It wasn’t just some fancy hotel for people with money to spend the night. It was a place that catered exclusively to those looking to set up extra private affairs with extra special people. Celebrities, CEOs, and world leaders came here to entertain guests, be pampered, or spend the night with a special someone. It was not cheap to say the least. But all that extra money was put to good use. Emma Frost spared no expense. She reserved for her and Scott the special private villa near the top floor. It was an extra opulent suite made specifically for couples. She also paid extra to set up a few surprises. If everything went as planned, Scott Summers would be hers by the end of the night.

For much of the thirty minute drive to the resort, Emma sat curled up next to Scott in the back seat. She had her legs draped over his lap and her arms around his shoulders as she playfully teased Scott with a mix of sensual kissing and sultry gestures. He responded nicely to them, smiling at her and moaning in contentment when she did something he really liked. He seemed to be enjoying himself thus far, but this was just the beginning.

“Mmm…you’re awfully playful tonight, Emma,” said Scott as she playfully traced her fingers over his chest.

“I can’t help it! I’m just so excited to pay you back for saving my life,” she replied in a deep, sultry tone, “I can’t wait until I show you the room I got for us. It’s nice and private with all the best amenities Hellfire’s deep pockets can afford. It’s also sound proofed so we can make all the noise we want!”

“I like the sound of that. Just what kind of amenities can I expect?”

“Oh just you wait,” said Emma coyly, “I paid extra for a few ‘surprises.’ But you’ll just have to wait like a good boy.”

“Yes ma’am,” grinned Scott.

She pulled him into another sensual kiss. Scott slipped his arms around her waist, enjoying her womanly grasp. So far everything was going as he expected. Emma wasn’t making a move on him yet. From the looks of it she was just being her normal, sexy self. Her every gesture was very sensual. It was like she was trying to make little fantasy world for them. But he couldn’t get too sucked into it. He had to be careful if he was to keep his promise to Jean.

But there was one thing they both seemed to share in this moment. They wanted each other bad. Scott could already feel his pants tightening up as Emma playfully rubbed her hips against his. Emma felt this and couldn’t help but get aroused herself. A warm heat was building up between her legs. Before she left she made sure she took some of the Hellfire Club’s best aphrodisiacs, courtesy of Moria. She had a feeling she was going to need them tonight, not just for the sex but for everything else she had planned.

They continued making out in the backseat as the limousine neared the resort. It got to a point where Emma crawled on top of Scott’s lap and started grinding her pelvis against his, which helped to further build his arousal. As she did this she kissed him deeper, sensually twirling her tongue with his and hungrily raking her hands down his manly chest. Scott moaned contently at her gestures, keeping his hands her hips and letting her set the tone. Emma had always been a very sensual woman, but there was something deeper in her gestures tonight. It was almost as if she was making an extra effort to really entice him. He wanted to believe that it was just her doing more for saving her life, but there may be more to it. He couldn’t be sure, so he just went along with it.

Scott and Emma kept dry humping up until the limousine pulled up to the resort. Since they were high paying clients, their limousine got to pull into the exclusive VIP entrance located on the west side of the building. It required security clearances and a generous fee, but it was worth it. To Emma it meant less time waiting in line and more time alone in her suite with Scott.

When the limo finally stopped, their heated make-out session abruptly stopped. It definitely got their passions going, but it was meant to be just a prelude.

“I’m going to make you feel so good tonight, Scott Summers,” Emma said in a sultry tone, “I promise you this will be the best night of your life.”

“That’s a pretty bold promise to make Emma,” said Scott as he looked into her lustful gaze.

“I never make a promise I can’t keep darling. Now what do you say we take this to our room? We’re going to need plenty of privacy for the activities I have planned.”

“I’ll bet,” grinned Scott, “Did you bring any bags?”

“Oh don’t you worry about that,” she assured him, “Why pack clothes when we’re not going to be wearing them all that much anyways?”

Scott grinned at her sexy spirit. Emma loved to talk dirty and tonight she had that extra serious look in her eye. He could only imagine what she had planned for him. He would still have to be careful, but there was no turning back now.

The driver, who was a masked Hellfire guard, opened the limousine door for them and Emma took Scott’s hand and led him out. Once out, a couple of neatly dressed resort workers in suits and a bow ties bowed respectfully and directed them into the opulent resort.

”Welcome, Miss Frost,” said one of the workers, “Your suite is ready and all the arrangements you requested are complete.”

“Good, then see to it that the entire floor is locked down once we’re inside. I want absolutely no interruptions once we’re inside. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am. We will take care of it.”

“See that you do,” said Emma, who slipped him a hundred dollar tip just to be sure.

They then followed one of the workers towards the private elevator which would lead up to their suite. Emma clung to Scott’s arm, affectionately leaning into his manly warmth as they neared their final destination. He smiled at her as he slipped his arm around her waist and followed her lead. Emma smiled back, trying to hide her anticipation for what she was about to do. She had been waiting a long time to do something like this. She thought she would never have a chance to get this close to someone again. Tonight years of self-loathing and bitterness would end. She would have the man she wanted. He would love her and she would love him. It would be so perfect. It would be everything she ever wanted, but had always been denied. And this time, nothing was going to take it away from her. She would not endure the same heartache twice. She would make sure of it.

Hong Kong – Hellfire/X-Industrial Hub

It was supposed to be a sunny, average day in the busy streets of Hong Kong. It was the middle of the week so business was in full swing. Workers, businesses, and authorizes of all kinds were set to go about their lives as always. But in one part of the city, this seemingly ordinary day was anything but ordinary.

BOOM!

“Everybody fall back! We’ve got more incoming rounds!”

“Again?!” exclaimed Rogue, “Ah thought we took them out!”

“Obviously we didn’t! Now fall back!”

Explosions and the panicked screams of various workers and pedestrians echoed through one of the busiest and most productive hubs the Hellfire Club had in Asia. James Poundstar was the one giving the commands, still partially blinded as a result of the attack on Xavier last week. But his commands didn’t seem to be doing a lot of good as the whole area was surrounded by the masked operatives of the Hand.

“How the hell did they get past the checkpoint?” exclaimed Piotr, “And where the hell are they getting these weapons?!”

“Stop asking questions and take them out already!” ordered Warpath, “Disarm them before they can do any more damage!”

Piotr groaned as he sprung into action. He grabbed a nearby forklift and with his superhuman strength, heaved it up into the fourth floor of one of the adjacent office buildings where the attack had originated. The highly trained, highly paid Hellfire guard who were supposed to protect this hub was scrambling to re-organize themselves. Many had already been cut down in the initial attack. James tried to bark out orders to get them to help, but he was too busy attacking the armored cars the Hand brought in. It was times like this he appreciated Scott’s leadership skills.

They weren’t supposed to be here on a mission to defend this hub. They were just here to meet with some Hellfire officials in regards to dealing with the Hand. But just as they were about to begin the meeting, everything went to Hell. The Hand attacked them in a bold, ambitious assault on one of their most important Asian hubs. This hub, which was comprised of an opulent waterfront office building on the south side of the island, was once owned by Sebastian Shaw. It was important because it acted as the eyes and ears of the Hellfire Club’s extensive Asian operations. It also acted as a mini-port for shipping materials, which was done through a series of small private docks. Spies and mercenaries often reported here and there was a vast array of electronic and physical records kept here in what was supposed to be one of the most secure areas in Asia. But somehow the Hand managed to set themselves up in an adjacent office building, which was supposed to be under their control. And somehow they also managed to hit their security system. Just before the attack, there was a mysterious short out in the main alarms. So when they launched an initial mortar and rocket attack, they were caught completely off guard.

Naturally, they were responsible for taking action. Warpath, Piotr, Rogue, Bobby, Roberto, and Kitty were the ones present. Warren was also with them, but he was caught up in another meeting as the attack hit and just got around to helping them. While Warpath, Piotr, and Rogue were used to these sorts of situations, they were unexpected challenges for Bobby, Roberto, and Kitty. Over the past nine months, they had limited mission experience in circumstances such as these. Much of their time had been spent conditioning them to be the tough, Hellfire operatives they wanted them to be and they had only just begun to do more dangerous assignments. But their trial by fire was coming sooner rather than later.

It was not an easy attack to defend. The Hand knew where and how to hit them hard. The initial attack had been rocket blasts on the ports, which set fire to the docks and disable the vital machinery they used to unload their cargo. Then they hit a series of guarded sentries around the perimeter of the building that controlled the alarms and security sensors. And on top of it all, they somehow managed to damage their power supply. Half the building was dark and nearly all their main security features were inactive, leaving only their guards and the pawns to defend against the Hand. And with their defenses weakened, they hit them hard. With sentries in the building across the street, the Hand sent two platoons of masked foot soldiers armed with swords and guns to attack. They were indiscriminant in who and what they attacked. Anything they could get close to was a target, including the pawns.

Another series of rockets hit the midsection of the building, creating gaping holes and sending showers of glass down upon them. Roberto and Kitty had to scramble to get out of the way, but they couldn’t get far without encountering the Hand’s foot soldiers.

“Whoa!” exclaimed Kitty as a Hand operative tried to stab her, only to have it pass right through her, “Where do these guys keep coming from?”

“Hang on, Kitty, Ah got your back!” said Rogue as she flew in from above.

Rogue came in and punched Kitty’s attacker so hard she almost knocked a hole in him. This allowed Kitty to gather herself just in time for an attack by two more assassins.

“Thanks, Rogue! That’s three I owe you!” said Kitty as she phased through several bullets that came her way.

“Repay meh later, sugah! Just hang in there a bit longer! Ah’m goin’ after the rockets!”

“You’re going to need some cover,” said Warpath, who just slit the throats of two more attackers, “Bobby, fire an ice blast at the windows!”

But Bobby was in no position to comply with his order. He was trying to fight off four attackers who were hitting him hitting him with shot guns and weighted balls attached to chains, which cracked the ice shield he used to guard his body.

“I’m a little busy here, Warpath!” grunted Bobby as he took another one to the arms, “Plus, I think they’re gunning for me anyways!”

“Oh don’t be a baby!” scoffed Roberto, who came in and crushed three of Bobby’s attackers by slamming a nearby fork lift against them, “Just make an ice shield or something and hit them already!”

“If it’s so easy why don’t you do it, Roberto?!” exclaimed Bobby as he froze his last attacker in a block of ice.

“I would, but I don’t have ice powers! And besides, I’m having too much fun on my end!”

“I seriously question your definition of ‘fun,’ Roberto,” grunted Piotr, who came in to assist Kitty.

“Hey, it still beats sitting through another boring meeting!”

Roberto seemed to be the only one enthusiastic about the attack. He didn’t seem to care that these Hand thugs, who were part of an organization that was supposed to be in disarray, were striking at a very important center of their operations. All he cared about was burning and maiming everyone that got in his way. It was fun for him, but hopefully it wasn’t too much fun because they couldn’t afford to have this go on much longer.

Another rocket shot out from the building and hit just at the base of the structure. It literally flew in through the front door and exploded in the middle of the lobby, killing a number of pedestrians and Hellfire officials who had taken cover inside. That was the last straw for the pawns. If they hit the base like that again, they could potentially bring the whole building down and they couldn’t have that.

“Damn it! Get to those rockets already!” exclaimed Warpath as he charged into another wave of attackers.

“Ah’m on it!” said Rogue, “Bobby, if you can cover me that would be real nice!”

“I’ll try!” said the young mutant, who was looking increasingly in over his head.

Taking to the air, Rogue flew towards the area in the building across the street where the rockets were coming from. Bobby tried to hit them from afar to keep them from aiming at her, but he was too far away and his aim was off. Several Hand operatives saw her coming and turned their rockets towards her. Without hesitation, they began firing. When Rogue saw them coming at her she tried to evade them. She managed to get by one, but the other one hit her in the thigh and exploded. It wasn’t enough to bruise her invulnerable form, but it did blow some of her uniform off and really stung.

“Augh! Alright that’s it!” she grunted, “Ah’ve had enough of this!”

She flew in faster with rage in her eyes, but the masked Hand assassins didn’t even hesitate. They turned all their rocket launchers towards her again. But before they could all fire, two of them were stunned when an ice blast from Bobby created a thick ice sheet just over the window. From down below, Bobby had come in on an ice slide with Kitty hanging onto him, phasing him through a hail of bullets and throwing daggers.

“That should slow them down!” grinned Bobby, “Thanks for the assist, Kitty!”

“No problem! Now just get us into cover! I can’t keep phasing forever!” she said, grunting at the strain.

“Sure thing! I’m sure Rogue can take it from here!”

With a couple of the sentries frozen and stunned, Rogue was able to move in on the remaining two. They tried to shoot her again, but this time she was able to avoid them. She then burst through the hole they made in the window and tore into the armed men without mercy. They tried to defend themselves in vain, using guns and katanas as their defense. But they didn’t even scratch the invulnerable Rogue. She took the blades from two of the men, snapped them like twigs, and jammed the shards into the heads of the two nearest attackers. Then she grabbed the other two, who were trying to take cover, and literally mashed their heads together. Their skulls shattered and their brains splattered onto the floor, leaving Rogue’s hands bloody, but her anger unquenched.

“Now for the rest of y’all!” she said menacingly.

Using her flight and strength, she rammed through nearby walls and barriers to take out the remaining rocket sentries. With the same ruthless efficiency, she killed them all with her bear hands. She snapped their necks, broke their spines, and impaled them with whatever weapon they tried to attack her with. By the time she got to the ones Bobby froze, she was hardly breaking a sweat. But to the credit of these ninja assassins, they never cowered or begged for mercy. They kept trying to attack, knowing full well they had no chance. Their determination was admirable, but not admirable enough for Rogue to let them live.

One last assassin tried to hit her with another rocket, but she grabbed the end of the launch tube and crushed it like tin foil. Then she grabbed the man by the neck and held him up out the window.

“That’s quite enough of that,” she said, “You folks have caused enough trouble.”

She then let the man go, watching as he fell to the street below and died on impact. Sighing in relief, the rocket attacks had ceased. But in the distance she could see the damage they had done. It was pretty disconcerting given how small and concentrated this attack was. But it wasn’t over yet.

“When does it end?” Rogue wondered as she flew back out to assist her fellow pawns.

Now that the rockets attacks had ceased, the pawns began gaining the upper hand. Warpath and Piotr went on a tear, taking out the most heavily armed assassins who were armed with high powered rifles and rocket propelled grenades. They made short work of them, snapping their necks and crushing them before they could do any more damage. Kitty and Bobby remained a tandem with Bobby freezing a number of attackers into blocks of ice while Kitty kept bullets from hitting him. They were still vulnerable though. When a mortar from above hit near them, it stunned Kitty and caused her to stop phasing. That’s when Bobby took a bullet in his ice armor and Kitty took some shrapnel to her leg.

“Augh! Damn mortars!” grunted Bobby, clutching his side, “Is anyone going to take them down?!”

“Hold on,” said Kitty, rubbing her leg as she looked up, “It looks like we’re almost clear.”

Up in the sky, Warren had finally rejoined the action. He was hovering over the building where the rocket attacks had been coming from, zeroing in on the Hand assassins who had set up mortar tubes on the roof. There were about five tubes with teams of three Hand technicians to each. They were all armed so he had to be careful. But with the rockets now no longer a factor, he could move in.

“Time to end this,” said the winged mutant.

Warren swooped in, carrying with him a custom Hellfire energy rifle made specifically for him. Since he was more businessman than fighter, he rarely used it. But he always kept it handy just in case. And now that he could fly in closer, he could get a clear shot at the Hand’s assassins.

With one daring pass he flew down in an arc at high speeds, taking aim with his rifle. The Hand assassins saw him coming and immediately turned their guns on him. But with the sun in their eyes they couldn’t hit him so Warren was able to get off six good shots. The first missed, but the second hit a pile of unused mortars right next to them and they exploded in an instant, taking the three Hand henchmen with them. The next four shots focused in on another sentry. This time he hit two of the technicians, killing them with a single lethal shot. The other one backed away towards the edge, still trying to shoot him. One bullet did graze his wing and it hurt, but it didn’t make Warren stop. He just flew faster and knocked the man off so he fell to his death.

“Damn, that hurts! These bastards so have to die!” he grunted.

Not taking any more chances he flew in closer to the other side of the roof, firing his rifle in an endless hail of high energy rounds. This time he aimed for the technicians, picking them off one by one while they fired wildly at him while trying to keep with the attack. Warren kept moving so they couldn’t hit him again. Two more bullets grazed his wings, but he kept shooting until every last Hand assassin was dead. Then for good measure, he shot the mortar tubes so that they were rendered useless. When the shooting stopped, he took a moment to gather himself on the roof and tend to his wings.

“The things I put up with for Mistress Selene,” he mused, “Hopefully I won’t have to endure much more of this.”

With the mortars and rockets now gone, the Hellfire pawns were free to clean up the rest of the Hand’s foot-soldiers. Without cover from their sentries, they turned their attention towards causing as much damage to the surrounding structures as possible. They didn’t even try to attack the pawns. They just wanted to damage the building. It once again showed that this was a coordinated effort with defined goals, not some futile attempt at attacking them. It was disturbing, but the pawns didn’t have time to muse over it.

“I am so sick of these guys!” said Kitty as she phased her arm into two attackers and stopped their hearts with some creative use of her powers.

“You and me both!” grunted Bobby as he froze one last batch of attackers, “I mean seriously, I thought you said we killed their leader?”

“We did!” grunted Warpath as he kicked over a pile of bodies and stabled one more attacker, “Guess that wasn’t enough!”

“But how is that possible?” said Piotr, “Without their leader they shouldn’t be able to coordinate like this?”

“Maybe they just that well-organized,” shrugged Roberto, who was still busy burning any attacker he came across, “I don’t care as long as they keep making it this easy for us.”

“Easy?! You consider these attacks easy?!” exclaimed Kitty.

“Oh please, it’s not like they’re launching nuclear bombs at us,” scoffed Roberto as he charred a couple of already dead bodies just for good measure.

“At the rate they’re going they just might resort to that,” said Bobby, still clutching his side where the bullet grazed him.

“Not in this lifetime they won’t,” said Warren, who had flown down from the roof, “The Hand is good, but they’re not that stupid.”

“What makes you so sure about that?” said Kitty skeptically.

“Call it a gut feeling,” said Warren with a confident grin.

Rogue and Warren did one last sweep of the area, taking out anybody else who was trying to do damage to their facility. They caught two lone Hand assassins trying to set a bomb off inside the building, but Warren managed to shoot one and Rogue took care of the other. Warpath and the others finished off the rest, not bothering to leave anybody else alive since they knew that nobody from the Hand would ever talk.

When it was finally over with, the young pawns gathered near the entrance to the building. Kitty was limping because of the shrapnel to her thigh and Bobby was clutching his side, barely able to stay upright. Warpath, Rogue, and Piotr were unharmed except for some irreparable harm to the business suits they wore. Warren had some damage to his wings and Roberto just had a few cuts and scrapes along the way. But he didn’t seem to care.

“Is that all of them?” asked Warpath.

“Ah think so,” said Rogue, “Ah didn’t see anybody on mah sweep.”

“Me neither,” said Warren, “I think it’s safe to say this attack is over.”

“Too bad,” sighed Roberto, “I was just starting to have fun.”

“Give it rest, Roberto,” groaned Kitty, “Damn mortars.”

Kitty winced in pain, but Piotr was there to support her.

“Are you okay, Katya?” he asked with a touch of concern.

“I’ll be fine,” she said, casting him a reassuring smile, “But you may have to play doctor with me again.”

“I don’t mind,” he said, smiling back.

“Guys, now isn’t the place or time for that,” said Warpath as he looked down at a dead body, “This is getting disturbing. Ever since the hit on Xavier failed, the Hand has been hitting us in every way possible. And it’s not just the usual vengeance hit. They’re striking hard at our major hubs.”

“Big deal. We keep fighting them off, don’t we?” shrugged Roberto.

“Yes, but just look at the damage they’re doing!” said Warpath, gesturing to the charred ground around them.

When they all looked around they saw what he meant. The once proud building that was so vital to their Asian operations was heavily scarred and in need of a new windows. There were bodies everywhere, the security system had been overwhelmed, and the private port in the back was heavily damaged. They could still see some smoke coming from the building, but the sprinklers took care of the fires for the most part. It was all physical damage and it could be repaired. As for the death and destruction, Xavier was going to have to pull some major strings with his media and military connections to cover it up. That too was going to be costly. But more than the cost, these attacks struck at the heart of their operations and would surely cause disruptions.

“And I have a feeling this is just the beginning,” said Warpath, “Something really serious is going down. I think this may be about more than us killing their leader.”

“Well we were moving in on their territory. What do you expect?” said Warren.

“Ah don’t know. Ah think ya have a point, James,” said Rogue, “Mah mama always told me if something defies your expectations then there’s something you ain’t getting.”

“So then what aren’t we getting?” wondered Piotr, “What is going on here to cause these relentless attacks?”

A heavy silence fell over the pawns. Nobody knew so no body could say anything. Warren and Roberto exchanged glances and Warren could tell Roberto was about to make a comment. But he shot him a cold glare, helping to keep him silent. They didn’t know any more than the others, but they knew enough. And because of that they had to keep silent. It was their sacred duty to Mistress Selene.

For the others, however, it was a bitter predicament. They were getting hit and while the Hand hadn’t made too big a dent in Hellfire’s power yet, it was bound to change if this kept up. They couldn’t have that. They had to stop it at its source. But they just didn’t know where it was coming from, leaving them frustrated and uncertain.

“I don’t know, Piotr,” said Warpath, “But I’m not looking forward to finding out.”

Highland Luxury Suites

Emma was all over Scott the whole way up to the room. She never let him escape her grasp, keeping her arms secure around him while she led him up to where they would be spending the night. Along the way she gave him more affectionate gestures, kissing his neck and slipping her hand into his back pocket. Scott smiled and laughed the whole time, amazed at how affectionate she was being. But he maintained his poise as always.

By the time they reached the room, they were both very much aroused. Emma’s constant touching and teasing stirred Scott’s libido and the closer they got, the more she seemed to want him. Emma hadn’t wanted a man so bad in a long time. It felt good to be so filled with passion and anticipation. But this was just a prelude. As soon as she got the key from the hotel worker, she shooed him away so they would have complete privacy. She tipped him nicely just to make sure that nobody would disturb them.

“Get ready to enter heaven, Scott,” she said boldly, “Your reward awaits.”

She then opened the door and led Scott inside. When he saw what their room was like, he was impressed. Even by Hellfire standards, this place was fancy. It had two gas fireplaces, wall-to-wall Persian carpeting, opulent chairs and sofa’s with fine red velvet covers, a sixty inch plasma screen TV, a fully stocked kitchen with various complimentary gourmet foods, a balcony with a great view over the city, and an indoor pool with a hot tub on the side. It also had elaborate art displays that all had a sexual or romantic theme. It was like a honeymoon suite for high rollers. Everything about it was wrought with sexuality. He could see why Emma picked a place like this.

“This is very nice,” said Scott as he admired the setting, “You reserved this just so we could spend the night together?”

“You deserve it darling,” said Emma as she locked the door securely and slipped her arms around him from behind, “But you can admire it later. Let me show you the bedroom. I’ve prepared a little something special.”

Scott smiled as he followed her through the opulent suite into the bedroom. When she opened the door his eyes widened. Emma really had gone to great lengths. The entire room was lined with fancy light fixtures that were all dimmed to make for an extra sensual ambience. There was already a fire roaring in the fireplace, bathing the room in a distinct fiery flicker. But was stood out most of all were the rose petals. All over the floor and bed, pink and red petals lined the room. He could also pick up the distinct scent of incense. It was quite a sight. It was classic romance, something he never really associated with Emma Frost. But she smiled proudly to indicate that it was true. She did set this up for him. And this was just a prelude.

“Wow…if I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re trying to be romantic, Emma,” said Scott teasingly.

“Say what you want, darling. But this is just to set the mood,” she said sensually.

“You mean this isn’t the surprise you were referring to?”

“Hardly,” she scoffed, “That is still to come. But that’s for later. For now, let’s just get comfortable.”

She closed the bedroom door behind her and pulled him into another passionate kiss. This time she was more tender, really putting some feeling into it as she stood in Scott’s embrace. Scott, having been lured into this very sensual world, kissed back with equal passion. He wanted this woman bad and she wanted him. But he could feel she wanted him more. She was so excited he thought she was just going to lead him to the bed and do him on the spot. But then she stopped abruptly and gazed affectionately into his eyes.

“Why don’t you get out of those uncomfortable clothes while I slip into something a little more ‘appropriate’ for this?” she told him, “I bought a special little number just for you.”

“Can’t wait to see it,” he grinned, “Should I get completely naked or just down to my underwear?”

“Doesn’t matter to me,” she shrugged, “It’s all coming off anyways. Just be ready when I come out.”

Emma reluctantly slipped out of his embrace and into the bathroom, where her special outfit had already been laid out. She closed the door so Scott couldn’t see her, leaving him to get undressed on his own. As she suggested he slipped out of his shirt and pants, but he left his underwear on. He then set his clothes aside and sat on the edge of the bed where he waited patiently. He was excited and very much aroused. His black boxers were already beginning to feel confined. But as he contemplated what Emma had in store for him, he reminded himself of what was at stake.

He wasn’t so naïve to think that Emma couldn’t be up to something. He wanted to believe Emma wouldn’t try something to betray the trust he put in her. He made it clear to her over the years that he was in love with Jean and she didn’t dwell on it for the most part. But that didn’t mean it didn’t affect her. Emma was a hard person to read. He was one of the few men she let get real close. She told him things she hadn’t told anybody and he did the same. He considered her a close friend and a good lover, but that was it. If she did try and make a move on him, he had to let her know that he didn’t feel that way about her. Even if she could deliver on her promises of the best sex ever, he had to keep things in perspective. But chances were Emma wasn’t going to make it easy.

“Oh Scott, darling…I’m ready!” came a seductive voice from the bathroom.

Scott turned towards the bathroom door and when he saw Emma step out his jaw hit the floor. Emma had worn some provocative things in the past, but this topped them all. She was wearing a very elegant looking white camisole that was extra short, barely running just below her large breasts. It was clear around the upper part of her cleavage, just barely covering her nipples. Along with it she wore a nice matching thong. It had elaborate stitching and embroideries, forming an elegant V-shape just over her hips and naval. She was truly a sight to behold.

“Wow…” said Scott, his face lighting up at the sight.

“Like what you see?” she said, turning around to give him a nice view of her butt, “I know it’s not the bawdiest outfit I’ve worn, but I had it custom made just for this occasion.”

“It looks beautiful on you,” said Scott as he rose up from the bed.

“It looks even more beautiful off me. Care to see for yourself?”

With a seductive grin Emma sexually sauntered over towards Scott. When she got close he got a good whiff of the expensive perfume and make-up she put on. She made sure she put on extra so he would want to get as close to her as possible. Once he was within reach, she sensually snaked her arms around his exposed upper body and pulled him into another deep kiss.

For a moment they just stood in the soft glow of the dimmed lights and the fire, enjoying the warm feel of their exposed flesh. Emma sensually traced her fingers over his manly upper body while Scott ran his hands up her voluptuous curves. They were slow and sensuous, take great care to make each touch count. The arousal was building fast. Scott had a bulging erection protruding from his boxers and Emma’s legs rubbed together as her inner thighs grew hot and wet. Slowly the passion grew and they started making their way towards the bed.

Scott followed Emma’s lead, laying down on his back and clearing away some of the rose petals in the process. Emma seductively crawled on top of him, smiling affectionately as she ran her finger up the middle of his chest and over his handsome face. She straddled his hips so he could feel his erection pressing up against her inner thighs. She then leaned over, giving him a great view of her ample cleavage and kissed him again. As she did this she delivered a sultry telepathic message.

‘I am going to make you feel so good tonight, Scott. You deserve it, not just for saving my life, but for everything you’ve done for me. Your reward begins here and I assure you it will be something we’ll both treasure for a long time.’

Emma broke the kiss and rose up, still firmly straddling his waist. She then sensually removed her camisole, grasping both sides and sliding it off to reveal her ample breasts. She swayed her body as she did so, further temping Scott. Once it was off Scott smiled at the sight of her topless form. Emma smiled back seductively, taking both his hands and putting them on her breasts. Upon feeling her large fleshy orbs in his hands, he rubbed them firmly. This evoked a soft gasp from the blonde telepath, further deepening her arousal. As he rubbed her he rose up and kissed down her neck, trailing his lips over her cleavage. She tasted so good, her sensual spirit intoxicating his every sense.

After letting him enjoy her breasts for a bit, Emma went back to work and pulled him into another kiss. Then she began sensually working her way down his body. Sensing what she was about to do, Scott leaned back on his arms and watched as she tenderly trailed her lips down his chest and well-sculpted abs. She slithered down his manly form until she was at his boxers, which by now had a bulging erection sticking out from it. Smiling hungrily at the sight, Emma grabbed the sides of his boxers and tugged them off. His rock hard dick popped free, looking ridged and ready for her teasing. Upon tossing the boxers aside she skillfully grasped his hard member and stroked it. She then cast Scott a seductive look before giving his member a firm lick.

“Ohhhhhh Emma…” Scott moaned in contentment.

“Mmm…you like that, darling?” she purred softly.

Grasping the base firmly, Emma slowly devoured his length. She slowly suckled up and down his dick, trailing her tongue along the underside and teasing the tip. Scott’s expression relaxed in wake of the pleasurable sensations that followed. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling as Emma skillfully slurped and sucked his penis. She was nice and thorough, putting even more effort than usual. She always had a special affinity for oral sex, but she saved her greatest skills for special men. And Scott was very special.

She thoroughly sucked him off for a good five minutes, skillfully bobbing her head up and down his ridged length. As she did this her legs rubbed together as the wetness in her inner thighs grew. But her focus remained on Scott. At one point she sensed he was close to climaxing. She could tell he wanted to so bad, but she abruptly stopped before he could get to that point. She wanted him to save that for the real fun.

“Enjoying your reward so far, darling?” she said as she rose up again.

“Oh yeah,” said Scott, still reeling from her teasing.

“Good, but that was just an appetizer. Now it’s time for the main course.”

A sensual look still dominated her expression as she rose up to her knees and prepared to remove her thong. She went slowly like she did earlier, really enticing Scott by sensually sliding the revealing garment down her shapely thighs. She leaned back and elevated her legs in a perfect V-shape to completely remove it. Once it was off she twirled it on her finger a bit and tossed it across the room. For a moment she let Scott admire her nude form, watching as he reached forth and tenderly trailed his hands down her exposed butt. Then she eagerly crawled back on top of him, letting her naked body sink into his.

They came together in another heated kiss. And for a few minutes they intently made out, touching and exploring their naked bodies. This further intensified their arousal. Emma could feel his erection pressing against her inner thighs. Her body just begged to be filled by his. So with their lips still locked, she skillfully maneuvered her hip so his member was right at her entrance. And then with a slow, sensual motion she plunged down onto him so his penis was completely inside her vagina.

“Ohhhhhhh Emma!” moaned Scott, “Oh you’re so hot and tight!”

“Mmm…Scott,” purred Emma, “So deep inside me!”

The voluptuous blonde kept a firm hold on Scott as she began moving her hips. She was really thorough, rising her hips up slightly and then plunging down onto his length. Her tight folds glided effortlessly along the length of his dick, squeezing and holding him in all the right ways. She watched as his face contorted to sensations of bliss. She smiled at such a reaction. It indicated that everything was going just as she hoped so far. She was completely focused on his pleasure, using her telepathy to sense it. With that as her guide she began working her body with more vigor, building up a strong sexual rhythm where each bodily motion was exceedingly focused to maximize the feeling.

Pleasured moans soon filled the room. Scott fell further into a daze of ecstasy as he affectionately trailed his hands down Emma’s womanly curves until they rested firmly on her butt. She purred at his touch as she rhythmically moved her hips, working them up and down in a slight circular motion. Every time she plunged down onto his cock he grunted in pleasure. She was so focused on him. She leaned over and passionately kissed him through every motion, her body fully meshing with his. Their naked skin glided effortlessly through each motion, making for a very heated feeling. They kept with a nice, steady rhythm, really drawing out the experience. They made it last for a good ten minutes or so. It was all building towards a big climax, one that Emma was already preparing for.

“Uh-uh-uh-Emma-uh-oh Emma-uh-oh fuck it feels so good!” gasped Scott.

“Uh-uh-yes-uh-yes-yes-yeessssss-that’s it, Scott-uh-embrace this feeling-uh-open your mind to me and I’ll make you feel great!” Emma exclaimed.

In his lustful daze Scott didn’t give it much thought. He did as she asked, opening his mind to hers. When he did he felt Emma send a telepathic probe into the depths of his mind. Immediately, he felt the sensations intensify. It was as if she reached in and stimulated his entire pleasure center. It was that telepathy trick Xavier often used and one he experienced with Jean many times before. Only Emma was doing it with so much focus, not caring about her own pleasure and focusing entirely on his. It was amazing and pushed them both to the brink of orgasm.

“OHHHHHHHHHH EMMA! OH-OH-OH FUCK I’M GONNA CUM!” he exclaimed.

“YES-YES-YEESSSSSSS! OH LET’S FEEL IT TOGETHER, SCOTT!”

Emma stepped up her bodily movements. She rose up so she was now upright, allowing her voluptuous breasts to bounce to the rhythm. She worked her hips harder, slamming her hips down with greater force every time she plunged down onto his dick. Scott in his daze reached up and grasped her breasts, squeezing them hard as he felt his peak approach. Emma held onto his arms and focused all her telepathic power on him, synchronizing their sensations so that they could feel this together. Only this time she made sure he felt them the most.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Scott cried out.

“YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!” moaned Emma.

Scott’s entire body relaxed as he climaxed inside Emma’s tight depths. His member throbbed as he sprayed her insides with his cum. Emma’s cunt throbbed as well, soaking up every last drop as she was also filled with orgasmic bliss. Her body arched in a majestic display of sensuality and in the dim glow of the room it was quite a sight.

For a moment they each bathed in the feeling. Scott was especially overwhelmed, sinking into the bed as the lingering effects of so much pleasure inundated his body and mind. It was really something. He could tell Emma was making an extra effort to pleasure him. And she was doing a hell of a job. As he gathered himself, Emma smiled down on him affectionately. She then leaned back over his content form, parting his sweaty hear from his face and giving him a soft kiss.

“Enjoying yourself, darling?”

“Oh yeah!” was all Scott could get out, “I should save your life more often.”

“It’s the least I can do,” she said softly, “A man like you who goes out of his way for a woman like me deserves this and so much more. And if you thought that was good wait until you see what else I have in store.”

“I figured you would have more,” grinned Scott, “But that first round is going to be hard to top.”

“Oh it’s going to get better. Just you wait and see!”

Emma was intent on making good on her word. She just showed him the kind of pleasure she was capable of giving him. And his response to it was just as she would expect from any man. But if she was to really work him over like she wanted, she had to give him more than this. So she pulled him up so they were both in a sitting position with her in his lap and kissed him again. Even though their bodies were still reeling from their first orgasms, the burning lust and arousal they built up was still going strong. And Emma planned on making good use of it.

For the next hour, Emma built off the mood she and Scott established with the first round and pushed it to new and blissful heights. They passionately made out for a while before going at it again. They stayed in the sitting position with Emma’s legs arched over his hips. She then rose up and lowered herself back onto his still erect cock, snaking her arms around his neck while he held onto her hips as she rocked her body back and forth in the same steady yet heated rhythm they established earlier. When it got really heated, they fell back onto the bed and Scott rolled Emma over so that now he was on top. With her legs now firmly hooked around him, she helped drive him into her depths while he worked his body up and down hers. They did this until they had another orgasm together, which Emma also enhanced using her little mind trick.

From here Emma gave Scott a chance to take charge, lying on her back and giving him free reign to do her as he pleased. He rose up into an upright position, holding her legs apart and driving into her with burning lust. She used her mind to guide him so he could continue to experience the feeling she established. He did this until they had another orgasm. As they peaked again Emma held her legs open in a wide V-shape so he could really get in deep as he climaxed in her. Then without missing a beat, they rolled around on the bed in another make-out session before moving onto the next position. This time Emma got on her hands and knees and Scott got behind her, taking a firm hold of her butt as he thrust his dick into her wet pussy from behind. From here their bodies rocked back and forth, Emma’s large breasts swaying to the rhythm. At one point Scott reached over to fondle them, following Emma’s telepathic guidance to even more pleasure. When they climaxed again she rose up so she could turn her head and kiss him while he fondled both her breasts, holding her tight as they bathed in more ecstasy.

Scott was really enjoying himself. He almost forgot about all the tension from earlier. It really seemed as though Emma was just returning the favor, sharing with him a memorable night full of sex and ecstasy. She was so focused on making him feel good. She normally focused on her own enjoyment, even with him. But this was different and he loved it. The more he got into it, the less concerned he was that she would try something. This wasn’t about her trying to steal him from Jean. This was just two people, sharing a good time together.

Emma Frost had sex with Scott plenty of times before. But it was never like this. This was different. This was special. She could feel it in the way their bodies moved together. She could feel it in the amazing pleasure they shared. By putting some extra effort into pleasing him, he was going to realize that she was the one for him. They were meant to be together, not him and Jean. The more she filled his mind with pleasure the more he fell into her spell. She sensed he was close. She was about ready to make her move.

After only a momentary breather, Scott and Emma were doing it in another position. Emma was on her side and Scott was lying behind her, holding her leg up while he thrust into her. By now they had worked up a good sweat, yet they were still going strong. Scott was thrusting hard into her wet pussy, keeping with the moderate yet thorough rhythm they had been keeping since the beginning. As their naked flesh collided he kissed down her neck and fondled her breast with his free hand. Emma closed her eyes and moaned, caressing his face from behind as she enjoyed the feeling. She kept pushing the feeling until they were nearing another climax. That’s when she made her move.

While Scott was focused on pushing her to the brink, Emma reached behind the bed using her free hand to retrieve the little ‘surprise’ she paid to have stashed there. It was a tiny metallic disk no bigger than a doughnut, but it packed a much larger punch than its size indicated. As Scott’s grunts intensified with each fervent thrust, Emma activated the disk. Then it was just a matter of waiting for the right moment.

“Uh-uh-uh-Emma-uh-I-I-I’m gonna cum again!” grunted Scott, closing his eyes as he focused on the pleasure.

“Uh-uh-me too, darling! Just-just a bit longer-uh-let me make you feel great!” she cried out with a look of intent.

She then felt him release another load inside her. She made sure the feeling was intense, using her telepathy to enhance the sensations like before. Then as he closed his eyes and moaned out in ecstasy, she made her move. In one swift motion, she turned around and slammed the small disk onto the back of his head. As soon as it made contact it activated and Scott’s moans of ecstasy turned into moans of discomfort.

“Auuuuuugggggghhhhhhh!” he yelled out.

His body contorted in discomfort and he rolled over in a fit of convulsions. Then with a sneaky grin, Emma pounced on top of him so that she was holding his arms at his side while firmly straddling his waist.

“Take it easy, darling. This is all part of your reward,” she said, ignoring his pained groans, “That disk isn’t going to hurt you. It’s just going to numb your mind for a few minutes.”

“Ahhhhhhh Emma! What are you…ahhhhhhhhh!”

“Don’t struggle, darling. You’re just going to hurt yourself and I don’t want that,” she said with an eerie touch of sincerity as she held him firmly, “I just need you to let the disk do its thing. Then once your mind is numb, I’ll move in and make a few minor changes.”

Scott continued to fight it, trying to overcome Emma’s hold. But the blinding surge in his head locked out his ability to control his limbs. It was as if every signal his brain sent was locked out. The more he fought it the more painful it was. Al the while Emma just kept leering over him, looking at him with this strange look of affection as if what she was doing was an act of love.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” she told him intently, “These past few years, I’ve grown very fond of you…so fond that I can no longer escape the truth. I’m in love with you Scott. I’m in love with you and I want to be with you. But that can’t happen so long as you have feelings for Jean. That’s what I’m going to change. By the time you come to, you will only love me. We can share a happiness we can’t have with anyone else. Don’t you see Scott? We belong together!”

Jean was right. Emma was up to something, but he had no idea she would try something like this. This dream night was turning into a nightmare. He couldn’t give in. He couldn’t let Emma do this. He made a promise to Jean. He swore he wouldn’t let her tear them apart. And he was going to keep that promise no matter how much it hurt.

Emma began to worry. Scott was still struggling and she was starting to feel his body twitch, as if he was overcoming the disk. That shouldn’t have been possible. Sinister told him this thing was full proof. The pained look on his face was starting to get to her. She tried not to look at it, but she had to if she was to keep him contained. She just needed him to give in. They just had to get through this one obstacle and everything would be alright.

“Please Scott! Just stop fighting it!” she urged him.

“Augh-hnn-no!” he grunted through the pain.

“Scott!” she exclaimed, trying to use her telepathy to end it quicker.

“NO!”

It seemed impossible, but Scott somehow managed a burst of strength and was able to literally throw Emma off of him. She tumbled onto the floor beside the bed, groaning in pain as she was momentarily stunned. While she was picking herself up off the floor, Scott grunted harder and pushed through the pain. Then with a second burst of strength he reached behind his head, grabbed onto the disk, and yanked it off with all his might. Doing so was like ripping off a thousand band-aids all at once, but as soon as it was off the paralyzing surge stopped and in a fit of discontent he threw the disk across the room where it shattered against the wall.

Scott keeled over the other side of the bed, panting heavily and catching his breath. He felt as though his brain had been on fire. It was a struggle just to form coherent thoughts again. As he caught his breath, Emma rose up and looked at him anxiously. That wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to be able to do that. But somehow he was able to and now she was left with some major explaining to do.

“Scott…” she said as she crawled back onto the bed.

“Stay back, Emma!” yelled Scott.

“But…”

“I mean it!” Scott reiterated firmly, his eyes flashing red to show just how serious he was.

Emma froze in place, watching as he rubbed his sore temples. He then got up from the bed, still clearly dizzy but his mind was intact enough to shoot her a harsh scorn.

“You…you bitch!” he said in a fit of anger, “THAT was the surprise? I can’t believe you, Emma! I expect that sort of trick against an enemy, but not against a friend!”

“Scott, I can explain!” said Emma, raising her voice as well.

“Explain what?! That this whole ‘reward’ bit was just a ruse to get me alone so you can mind rape me into loving you?!”

Emma fell silent again. There was nothing else she could add. He had it all right. He knew the truth and there was no hiding from it anymore. She sensed him completely close her mind off to him, not wanting to risk anything more. Now fully coherent he just kept looking at her in anger. She had gotten that look from many people in the past, but none ever hurt her like this.

“I should have seen this coming,” he said in a low tone, “Jean told me you were up to something. I guess I should have believed her.”

Emma’s face contorted in anger. That woman just had to ruin everything.

“Scott, set aside your anger for a moment and just listen to me,” she said, trying to keep her emotions in check.

“Trust me, Emma, there’s nothing from you I want to hear,” he said as he turned away and started gathering his clothes.

“I was only doing what was best for both of us!” she exclaimed, now on the verge of tears, “I sat by and watched you and Jean these past few years and I’ve seen that she’s no good for you!”

“It doesn’t matter what you see or sense. You’re still wrong,” scoffed Scott as he put his pants back on.

“She constantly belittles you! She constantly questions you! She doesn’t appreciate you! How is that love? You may not see it, but I do! Face it, she’s not right for you, Scott! I understand you better than she ever could! I love you more than she ever could!”

“No you couldn’t,” said Scott firmly.

“Yes I could!” she said intently, standing up and facing him intently.

“No, you couldn’t!” Scott restated strongly, “You can’t understand because you don’t know the first thing about love! All those reasons you listed for Jean not being right for me? That’s part of why I love her so much! She pushes me to be better! She questions me when I should be questioned! She understands me in a way you never can because you’re too caught up in your own jealousy!”

“Scott, you’re being irrational!”

“You’re the only irrational one, Emma!” said Scott, now leering over her with a dominating anger in his eyes, “You think twisting someone’s mind into loving you counts as love? That’s not love. That’s…that’s madness!”

Emma tried to remain strong under his gaze. She never let a man talk down to her like this before. She didn’t even let her bastard father talk to her like this. But as she gazed into this man’s eyes she was struck in a way she had never been struck before. It hit her right in her heart where it hurt most. She could already feel tears welling up in her eyes, something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Upon seeing her tears, Scott backed off slightly and lowered his tone. He could have blasted her more, but he wasn’t about to stoop to her level of madness. He was just going to tell her the truth.

“To truly love someone, you would do anything to protect them from suffering. To truly love is to make yourself vulnerable to being hurt yourself. If you’re not willing to do either of those then there’s no hope.”

His words hurt, but there was truth to them. Emma was never a fan of the truth, but this was unavoidable. And Scott wasn’t finished.

“I’m sorry, Emma. But I don’t love you. I’m in love with Jean. That’s not going to change now or ever. I considered you a friend. But you just took it too far. You betrayed my trust. And until I can trust you again, I don’t want to be around you.”

“That’s it? You say you don’t love me and you’re just going to leave me to deal with that?!” said Emma, holding back a sob.

“That’s how it has to be,” he told her, “It’s going to hurt, I know. But at least now you know how I feel.”

He then put his shirt back on and made his way to the door, ignoring the pained look in Emma’s face. She was on the verge of breaking down for the first time in her life. But before he left, he had one final message for her.

“Goodbye, Emma.”

And with that he walked out of the door and out of the suite, leaving Emma Frost in a heartbroken daze. She sat as still as a statue, naked on the bed she and Scott shared so much pleasure in. But that one act that she thought would bring them together ended up tearing them apart. She never anticipated this would happen. She never contemplated failure in any plan she set into motion. This was a true first for her and the pain she felt from it was unbearable.

For a moment she felt as though she was going to break down in tears. But being Emma Frost, she closed her eyes, wiped away her tears, and locked it all inside. For the second time in her life, she opened herself up again to somebody. She reached out to Scott Summers just as she had Shanobi Shaw and the result was the same. What she thought she felt wasn’t true. She thought she loved Shanobi, but that was all a lie. She thought she loved Scott Summers, but he rejected her. Now her heart was broken again. And in wake of such pain, she was consumed not with sorrow or remorse, but with anger.

‘Scott…I gave myself to you. I gave you everything. And you threw it all away. Jean…I listened to you. I opened up to someone. And it just led to more pain. You were wrong! You were both wrong! Now you’ll both pay for this! I swear on everything holy, you’ll both pay!’

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Up next: Emma is hit hard by Scott’s rejection and is pushed to the brink as other forces start gathering.