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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Perspective
Chapter 4: Pain and Pleasure
Las Vegas – Caesar’s Palace Presidential Suite
“I love how big this bed is,” said a very enthused and very naked Jean Grey-Summers.
“And I love how soft these sheets are,” said a more focused, but equally naked Scott Summers.
The celebration hadn’t stopped and the passion hadn’t abated. Scott and Jean were still celebrating their marriage. What started at a small Las Vegas chapel had taken them to many places, some more expected than others. How they ended up in the Presidential Suite at Caesar’s Palace was a bit of a blur, but that didn’t stop them from making use of the luxurious amenities.
After arriving on the spacious balcony, courtesy of Jean’s telekinesis, they ventured into the opulent suite. There was a lot to take in, from the spacious marble bathroom to a living room twice the size of Jean’s old dorm. However, the fancy décor was easy to overlook. As soon as they saw the extra-large king-sized bed in the master bedroom, they took full advantage of it.
First, Scott took her in her arms and carried her into the room, like a proud husband on the first night of their honeymoon. Then, they shed the clothing that had long-since become disheveled, both at the chapel and at the club they went to afterwards. Once fully-nude, they followed one another onto the bed and began making out like horny teenagers on prom night.
“This is new…adventurous…and a little dangerous,” said Jean, gasping in between heated, tongue-heavy kisses.
“Since when has that dissuaded former X-men?” Scott retorted as he kissed down her neck.
“This is different and you know it. What we’re doing…acting on a whim, following our passions like this…it’s not how we used to handle ourselves.”
“That was before the Phoenix,” he pointed out, “and before we realized just how much we’ve been holding back.”
“Did I say I minded?” Jean said with a purr. “It’s like we’ve been reborn…unbound and unafraid to express what we feel.”
The way she said those words, her voice echoing with the insight brought by the Phoenix Force, got Scott even more excited. Having experienced that same rebirth and freed himself from a lifetime of self-doubt, he understood the gravity of the situation. What they were doing was something their older selves never would’ve imagined, but that was exactly what made it feel so right.
Inspired and motivated by that feeling, Scott went to work showing off his newfound boldness to his beautiful wife. Lying on top of her, their naked bodies partially covered by the soft French linen sheets, he stepped up the foreplay. He trailed his lips down Jean’s neck, fondled her breasts, and steadily made his way down her torso. Sensing his intent, Jean eagerly spread her legs and revealed her increasingly wet inner thighs.
“Ooh! Is that how you want to express what you feel, Scott? By eating my pussy out?” Jean teased.
“What can I say? Tactically, it gets the job done,” he replied with a smirk.
Jean laughed as the former X-men leader in him briefly showed, even in such an intimate moment. That laughter quickly morphed into louder gasps as his tongue made contact with her outer folds. Her hot womanly flesh tasted as good as ever and Scott dared to gorge as he had never foraged before.
“Ohhh Scott!” Jean exclaimed as she clenched the sheets under her. “Is this what you’ve been holding back?”
Scott answered by intensifying his oral sex, pushing her legs farther apart, so much so that Jean had to hold onto her thighs for added leverage. He then used his fingers to lightly spread her folds, allowing him to probe deeper with his tongue and stimulate swollen clitoris. Her blissful cries soon filled the luxurious master bedroom.
They were beautiful, unfiltered and unfettered. Jean used to temper her reactions, biting her lip and muffling her reaction in some way, even when he brought her to orgasm. Now, she was so free. Looking up at her euphoric expression, Scott saw no such reservations. He only saw the woman he loved, enjoying the oral sex her loving husband so eagerly gave her.
“Ooh yes! Scott…don’t you ever hold back like this again!” she squealed.
Scott took that request to heart, gorging even more on her pussy. He hungrily lapped his tongue over her wet slit, probing deep into the womanly depths he knew so well. Even before their encounter with the Phoenix Force, he’d learned all her most sensitive areas. It had been simply a tactic for pleasing his lover. Now, it was part of a greater connection that they had forged.
As Jean writhed and shifted under the onslaught of pleasure, Scott gauged his own level of arousal. That was another side-effect he’d noticed since the Phoenix entered the equation. When she got aroused, he got aroused more readily as well. He initially thought it was just a byproduct of their psychic rapport. He suspected there was more to it, but didn’t concern himself with the particulars. He and Jean were on their honeymoon. For now, they were just going to enjoy their newfound connections.
‘Don’t worry, my love. I promise I’ll never hold back with you again…especially when it comes to giving you oral sex,’ Scott sent through their psychic link.
‘Spoken like a dedicated husband.’
‘I should warn you, though…eating you out makes me really horny. So if this is how it’s going to be, expect a lot more lovemaking.’
Sensing Jean was close to orgasm, he gave her pussy one last thorough lick. Then, with her legs still spread wide, he rose up briefly and got back on top of her, aligning his now-erect manhood with her wet folds. Jean almost looked surprised, feeling such arousal from him after giving her oral sex. She didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
“If that’s how it’s going to be, my love…so be it!” said Jean with a playful grin.
Scott flashed his manliest grin, caressing her face before capturing her lips, not caring that his face was still dripping with her feminine juices. At the same time, he thrust his cock into Jean’s womanly depths, her engorged folds embracing him fully. From there, he began making love to her in that passionate, heated rhythm they’d come to love.
“Scott…this bed…so daring…I love it! Ooh God, I love it!” Jean cried out.
His ears rang with her passionate cries as he buried his face in her neck, nibbling around her ear and shoulder as he rocked her body with his movements. Jean was so animated, running her hand through his hair and raking her nails down his back. She’d been energetic during sex before, but never to such a vocal extent.
She barely let up, even when she climaxed. Between the oral sex he gave her and the passionate lovemaking that came afterwards, it came so easily and effortlessly. Jean did nothing to hide it, arching her back and curling her toes as the feeling washed over her. Scott steadied the pace of their lovemaking, but not by much. The desire for each other remained strong, along with the desire to make use of the oversized.
In the spirit of that desire, Jean even shared some of the feeling through their link, another unique manifestation of their special bond. While she had shared those feelings before, she never let the feeling flow so freely. It was overwhelming, but in the best possible way.
“Such a passionate, fiery lover,” said Scott as he caressed her naked body as it trembled from orgasmic delight, “now that’s the woman I married!”
“Trust me…she’s more fiery than you think!” Jean said with a mischievous glint in her eye.
Showing more energy than any woman should just after an orgasm, Jean took charge. First, she hooked her legs around his waist. Then, he turned him over so that she was the one on top, their flesh remaining entwined every step of the way. Scott certainly didn’t protest, never one to stand in the way of a fiery naked woman. Before he knew it, he was flat on his back with his hands on her heart-shaped butt while Jean hovered over him.
“Ready to rock this big, fancy bed, dear husband?” she teased.
“God yes!” Scott replied without hesitation.
With the same vigor he’d shown with her, she rode his cock, rocking her hips and working her pussy along the length of his member. She was even more fervent than usual, taking full advantage of the headboard behind the bed by holding onto it for extra leverage. It made for a uniquely beautiful, not to mention incredibly erotic, display from his wife.
It was such an enchanting site, a naked Jean Grey hovering over him, her breasts bouncing right in his face with every movement. Scott took full advantage of it, burying his face between her fleshy mounds while squeezing her butt to supplement her efforts. The sounds of their flesh clashing with such raw intimacy filled the room, alongside their symphony of grunts, moans, and laughter.
It was playful, but passionate. They weren’t just a couple of newlyweds consummating their marriage. They were a couple having fun and daring to be a little adventurous. If nothing else, it dispelled any notion that being married to Jean Grey would be boring. Between their love, their sex life, and the intimate connections they’d forged, they had everything they needed to keep their marriage interesting.
‘I’m already love being married to you, Jean.’
‘And I love having such a wonderful, sexy husband.’
She kept riding his cock, her hips undulating with just the right intensity. The bed rocked harder with each movement, so much so that some of the pillows fell off. Scott didn’t care, though, and neither did Jean. They were intent on pushing their lovemaking skills to the blissful limit.
Jean showed off those skills, as only she could. In an effort to rock the bed even harder, she let go of the headboard and leaned back, arching her body and really working her pussy along his length with added fervor. Such an erotic display sent Scott to the brink.
“Jean…I’m close,” he grunted.
“I can sense that,” she purred, not letting up in the slightest. “Question is…what are you going to do about it, Slim?”
“Is that…a dare?”
“What do you think?”
Her tone reminded him of the moment she first merged with the Phoenix. It echoed with such power and passion, revealing a side to Jean Grey that had been repressed. Seeing her unleash it in the act of their sex wasn’t just a sight to behold. It inspired him to unleash some pent-up energy of his own.
“I think…I want to do this!” Scott said intently.
In a display of both passion and masculine strength, Scott shot up, tightened his grip on her butt, and stood fully upright on the oversized bed, lifting Jean up in his arms in the process. It caught her by surprise, but in the best possible way. She laughed with glee as she instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him, their naked flesh pressed together as he began bouncing her up and down his cock.
“Oohhh Scott! Like that!” Jean exclaimed. “Bounce me up and down your dick…just like that!”
Scott, his orgasm fast approaching and his every muscle burning with strength, replied with a manly grunt that would’ve put Logan to shame. Still holding onto her butt, he worked Jean’s naked body with the same vigor that she’d so eagerly established. She still did her part, digging the balls of her feet into his lower back and rocking her hips along with every movement.
The bed strained under their collective weight. Scott even heard some springs popping as he widened his stance, really taking advantage of the bed’s size. The impact of their sex was so great one of the paintings on the nearby wall fell off. It didn’t shatter anything, but it nicely reflected the intensity of their love making. It made the resulting climax that came that much more satisfying.
“Jean, I…I’m coming!” Scott grunted.
“Yes, my love! I feel it too! I feel it!” Jean exclaimed.
He couldn’t tell if that meant she was climaxing again or if some of the orgasmic sensations bled through their psychic link. Whatever the case, the moans of their shared ecstasy echoed throughout the opulent hotel suite.
It was as intense as he’d come to expect with his wife. Surges of pleasure engulfed his body, his member throbbing inside her pussy as he filled her depths with his juices. His legs burned under the weight of the feeling, but he managed to stay upright. Jean managed to hold on as well, her nails raking over his shoulders and her toes curling again at the shared feeling. It was a test of focus for both of them, but one they each passed with flying colors.
“Wow! That’s…a hell of a way to enjoy a honeymoon,” said Scott, still catching his breath.
“Mmm…did you ever think it would be like this?” Jean said as she affectionately caressed his face.
“Honestly, no,” he admitted. “I always thought it would be basic…just me and my wife, spending quality time together. What we’re doing here, Jean…this is hardly basic.”
“That’s for sure. Having a cosmic-powered sex lives will do that.”
“I wasn’t just referring to our sex lives.”
His voice got more mischievous, a tone that rarely showed in the Boy Scout persona of Scott Summers. Jean him a coy glance of her own, sending the clear message that she appreciated that side of him.
They shared another sensual kiss. In the process, their bodies parted. Jean now stood up on the bed with him, but kept her arms securely around his neck. At that point, Scott was certain they had broken parts of the bed. Given how they’d been going at it since their wedding, they were probably going to break more. With his naked wife still in his arms and still very horny, he already felt bad for the hotel cleaning staff.
Just as things started getting heated again, they heard the front door to the suite open. At that moment, their appetite for a less basic honeymoon took an unexpected turn.
“Hey! Whose clothes are these? Is someone in here?” came a voice.
Scott and Jean immediately broke the kiss. Now grinning awkwardly, her face turned almost as red as her hair. He would’ve blushed too if the door to the master bedroom hadn’t burst open and a total stranger came barging in.
“What the fuck? Who are you and what are you doing in my penthouse?” a middle-aged man in a blue suit exclaimed upon seeing their naked bodies.
“Um…” was all Scott could get out.
Right behind the man, a buxom woman in an expensive dress who looked like she’d just come from a fancy ball emerged behind him. She looked every bit as surprised and not in a good way. Neither he nor Jean got a chance to cover themselves. They didn’t even try, ensuring the two outraged strangers got quite the eyeful.
“My word!” the woman gasped before averting her gaze. “Chris, I thought you said you reserved this suite for the entire week.”
“I did, Louise,” he said strongly, “which is why I’m calling security right now!”
The man immediately took out his phone, looking more pissed off by the second. Scott and Jean exchanged glances. His first instinct in such situations involved calmly talking people down from their outrage. Between them being naked and breaking the bed, he quickly surmised that was not an option. That left him and his wife with one recourse.
“Jean?” he said awkwardly.
“Yes, darling?” she replied, still blushing.
“Race you to the balcony?”
“You’re on!”
Like a couple of thieves who just got confronted by cops, he and Jean bolted from the bed and ran full-speed towards the balcony. The man, who had already called someone, immediately tried to go after them.
“Get back here you goddamn deviants!” Chris yelled.
“This is why I hate Vegas,” said Louise.
The man chased after them, but years of training in the Danger Room ensured he and Jean outran him. They made it to the balcony, but were unable to retrieve their clothes. From there, all the escape scenarios they’d run kicked in and Jean used her telekinesis to levitate them into the air and fly them out.
That left the man and woman in a state of shock as they followed them out onto the balcony. The man even dropped his phone as they looked up at him and Jean flying away, a halo of Phoenix fire surrounding their still-naked bodies.
“Sorry! We’ll send you and the hotel a check!” Scott called out.
He doubted they heard them. It was too late, though. His and Jean’s adventures took an unexpected and somewhat embarrassing turn, but they were far from discourage.
“Well, that’s what we get for sneaking into a penthouse suite,” said Jean as they soared over the Las Vegas strip.
“Remind me again whose idea it was to make love in as many empty suites as we could?” Scott replied, holding her hand as they flew higher over the flashing lights.
“Does it matter at this point?” she laughed.
“Only if you care that we left our clothes behind, we’re flying butt naked over Las Vegas, and we just developed a taste for thrill sex.”
“When you put it like that, it almost sounds like a problem.”
“Did I say I minded?” Scott retorted.
They laughed again and flew higher up into the sky. Eventually, they made their way into a small cloud where they disappeared into the mist, if only to keep people below from wondering why two naked people were flying around the city.
Their bodies remained surrounded by Phoenix fire, warmed by its cosmic flamed and nourished by its passions. Still in a mix of shock and excitement, they embraced again and laughed off the incident.
“Well, here we are…married, naked, and still very horny,” Scott said, his arms around Jean’s waste.
“On top of that, we’ve got a cosmic force at our disposal,” Jean added. “With it, we could go back and find another empty penthouse to make love in. Or…”
Her words quickly trailed off, that mischievous tone of hers never fading. She wasn’t the least bit dissuaded by having their adventurous lovemaking interrupted, nor was she put off by the fact that total strangers had seen them naked. After everything they’d done thus far, their attitudes and approach to making love was evolving. It only promised to take them even farther and, being the skilled tactician he was, Scott worked out a plan.
“Or we could find other, more exotic places to enjoy our honeymoon,” Scott said to her, already treating it like a serious mission.
“So much for basics,” said Jean, already sounding intrigued. “What sort of places did you have in mind?”
“Read my mind and you’ll see. Together, we’ll make this honeymoon a worldwide act of love!”
Limbo
“I’m in Hell. I’m in fucking Hell!” lamented an angry and increasingly desperate Emma Frost.
“You’re assuming too much, Emma Frost,” said the devious voice of Madelyne Pryor. “Limbo isn’t Hell, but it can be. What it is for you remains to be seen.”
That was hardly comforting. Everything about Madelyne – or the Goblin Queen, as she called herself – made the White Queen both furious and anxious. It was bad enough she’d subdued her with such ease. Emma wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of that kind of humiliation. Now, she was being dragged into some devious woman’s agenda in a very literal sense.
After her hordes of hideous goblins minions pulled her into a dark portal, Emma felt herself transported into a place that didn’t feel like New York, Earth, or any other place in the reality she knew. Instead, she entered a realm where physics broke down and terror took on a very tangible form.
It was like traveling into Dante’s Inferno, passing over desolate landscapes laden with jaded rock, pools of magma, and mountainous terrain. There were also various structures and paths surrounding areas teaming with creatures. They were certainly not human. They certainly weren’t slightly, either. Many were hideous, demonic beings. However, as Emma flew over them at the hands of Madelyn’s goblins, she sensed that even they were upset by her actions.
‘All of Limbo…such upheaval and chaos!’
‘All wrong! This feels all wrong!’
‘What is happening? Who dares pervert our world?’
Those were just some of the inhuman thoughts Emma picked up on. The idea that even demonic creatures were scared of Madelyne said a lot about her. She kept trying to break free of their grasp, but it was no use. Wherever they were taking her, there was no going back.
“Hell or not…I won’t be damned to such a fate,” Emma said under her breath.
She remained determined. She was the White Queen of the Hellfire Club. She didn’t earn that title by giving into despair. She was going to find a way out, but she fully expected things to get worse before they got better.
After a brief flight over castle-like structure, the screeching goblins that had been carrying her landed in what appeared to be a courtyard. As soon as Emma touched down, several more creatures emerged out of smaller portals. They all gathered behind her, forcing her down to her knees and holding her arms behind her back. Emma still struggled, but that only caused more creatures to appear, rendering her outnumbered and overpowered.
“You think your little pests will keep me at bay?” Emma shouted.
“Of course not,” said Madelyne, whose menacing voice appeared to come from all directions. “If all goes according to plan, you won’t need restraints. You won’t even want them.”
“Quit telling me what I bloody want!”
“I can’t help that I already know. You’ve only yourself to blame for being so predictable.”
As Emma continued struggling, another portal formed in the ground in front of her. From it, Madelyne Pryor rose up, still in the Goblin Queen attire she’d been wearing earlier. Now, in the hellish domain of Limbo, she carried herself with even more poise than before. Her eyes glowed bright red and her demeanor radiated a special kind of menacing.
Even in such a dark domain, she kept smiling. She looked around at her surroundings and back at Emma with a demented glee. Emma couldn’t tell if it was sadism or genuine awe. Near as she could tell, it was probably both.
“Beautiful,” she said distantly as she gazed around at the structure. “This was the dwelling of an old demon warlord. Belasco told me it acted as a hub from which Limbo conducted incursions into our world. It’s also here where the shards of my broken soul were forged.”
“How sentimental,” Emma said dryly.
“It’ll be a fitting base for what I have planned. With the right vision, I’ll shake the very foundations of this world and the mortal world. And it all starts with you, Emma Frost.”
“I’m honored, disgusted, and utterly uninterested.”
“You say that now, but I promise that’s going to change.”
Madelyne walked up to Emma’s struggling form. The rocky ground seemed to crack with every step she took, as though her very presence was corrosive. Her eyes still glowing, she knelt down and grasped Emma’s face. For reasons the White Queen didn’t fully understand, she stopped struggling.
“It’s funny how people think Limbo is Hell,” the Goblin Queen said, “but in the grand scheme of things, it’s all about perception. For the creatures here, Limbo is home. It’s their idea of normal. They conduct themselves here with the same mundanity as you would in New York…albeit with less makeup and plastic surgery.”
“If you’re trying to make a point, make it quickly so I can spit on it,” said Emma.
“It’s not a point. It’s perspective. For most humans – and most mutants, for that matter – being in Limbo is torment. However, for many of the creatures who live here, being in our world is every bit as tortuous. Their idea of what constitutes pleasure, pain, and everything in between is completely different. For me, a being with links to both worlds, I like to think I have a unique insight.”
“I’d say you have a serious imbalance to go along with your atrocious dress sense, but I’m guessing you don’t give a damn,” Emma muttered.
“The only common link between people like you and the creatures of Limbo are their innate lack of purpose. They emerge with no guidance, but abundant desire. They’re free to pursue many paths. I have no such freedom. I know where my path ultimately leads.”
“And you think I’m going to help you get there?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t need your help. If anything, you’re simply an opportunity. You give me a chance to refine what I hope is my most valuable tool in pursuing my purpose.”
She let go of her face, even trailing her finger down her cheek. Emma wanted to bite it off, but she remained stern. Madelyne had already done plenty to prove that she was not of sound mind. Provoking her could only worsen her situation.
The White Queen still had a bad feeling about what she had planned. Still unable to free herself, she could only watch and fume as the Goblin Queen rose up and took several steps back.
“Stand her up,” Madelyne commanded.
The creatures obeyed. With their cold, bony hands still holding her arms behind her back, they forced her to stand up straight. Emma still resisted, but she remained trapped.
“Strip her,” she ordered. “Get her completely naked.”
Emma recoiled at such a request, resisting even more against her captivity. That only made what unfolded next much worse.
The demonic creatures let out an ear-splitting screech as they swarmed over her like wolves pouncing on prey. With their claw-like fingers, they shredded her once-regal attire. They tore off her cape, corset, and underwear with frightening ease, the sound of the expensive fabric ripping at the seams filling her with dread.
“Errr, no!” Emma yelled. “My clothes…damned creatures!”
“Be careful with her, my lovelies,” Madelyne said to her goblin hordes. “Don’t be leaving any scratches or wounds. You’re goblins…not monsters.”
Emma recoiled in disgust as all their demonic hands touched her flesh. She could only brace herself as they held her up off the floor so they could get her gloves, boots, and panties off. They didn’t just toss them aside, either. They ripped every garment to shreds, the expensive fabrics and imported leather reduced to ribbon-like bits. Within seconds, there was nothing left of the outfit that once identified her as the White Queen.
Now completely naked, every part of her body exposed for all of Limbo to see, Emma felt herself shoved back towards the Goblin Queen by the goblin hordes. She ended up back on her knees, but with no demonic creatures holding her down. Under any other circumstances, she would’ve attacked anyone who dared inflict such humiliation upon her.
Madelyne Pryor wasn’t just anyone, though. Looking up at her, even with all the anger and resentment she felt, Emma Frost did not see a fight she had any chance of winning. Even though she’d once worked as a stripper and sex worker, regularly showing her naked body to total strangers, she found herself covering her breasts with her arm and concealing her vagina with her hand. It was a feeble attempt at modesty, but it was the most Emma could do at the moment.
Madelyne had Limbo in a panic and an army of goblins at her disposal. For once, Emma had nothing. She’d been stripped of her authority, her money, and her clothes. It wasn’t just humiliating. It was an act of utter domination, something Emma knew all too well.
“What are you going to do? Have a bunch of demons rape me until I swear my undying allegiance?” said Emma, still not hiding her resentment.
“Rape you? Ha!” Madelyne laughed. “Oh Emma, your thinking is so crude. You honestly believe that it’s possible to torture someone into unyielding loyalty? Then again, you are an unfortunate byproduct of the Hellfire Club. I pity such short-sighted thinking.”
“Then, why do I have to be naked? Just tell me what you’re going to do to me and be done with it!” Emma demanded.
“Telling you would only get part of my point across,” the redheaded woman said. “As for why you’re naked, that’s merely a practical matter.”
The Goblin Queen reached down and grabbed Emma by the neck, demonstrating surprising strength in the process. Emma instinctively attacked her grip, but it was like attacking an adamantium vice. Already choking for air, she struggled as she felt herself lifted off the rocky floor.
Then, just as her lungs began crying for air, the devious woman let go. However, Emma didn’t fall back to the ground. Instead, she remained hovering in mid-air just a few feet from where she’d been on her knees moments ago. Before she could even start struggling again, she felt her arms pulled up over her head and her legs forced together, as though her wrists and ankles had been bound together by invisible shackles.
It left Emma feeling even more vulnerable than before. Now, she couldn’t even cover up. Every inch of her body – her breasts, her butt, her legs, and her pussy – was completely visible to Madelyne and every one of her goblin pets. Neither she nor those creatures looked at her the same way other lecherous men had in the past.
However, that actually made her more anxious. At least with lecherous men, she knew what they wanted and why they were staring at her. With Madelyne Pryor, she had no clue and that was genuinely terrifying.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Emma,” the redheaded woman said as she gazed up and down her bound body.
“I usually thank people for such compliments, but I’ll make an exception for you,” Emma seethed.
“You clearly take pride in your appearance,” she went on as she casually walked around her, as if to scrutinize every inch of exposed skin. “One might even call you vain. You’ve really worked hard on yourself – expensive makeup, breast implants, manicured nails, permanent hair removal, and even some unnatural hair coloring, if your perfectly-trimmed pubic hair is any indication.”
“I’d take offense to that if you didn’t sound so impressed,” she said dryly.
“I am impressed. I’m also encouraged. It says to me that you’re someone who enjoys her share of excess indulgence. And why wouldn’t you? You’re not burdened by a pre-determined purpose. You do what you want, who you want, and for no other reason beyond the fact it feels good.”
The devious woman made a few more passes until she stopped just in front of Emma’s suspended form. She then took a step closer, reached out with her gloved hand, and touched her exposed breasts. It wasn’t rough, but it still made Emma sick to her stomach. She only felt sicker as Madelyne slowly trailed her finger down her torso, eventually placing her hand over the outer areas of her pussy.
“Such hedonistic appetites are common of a whore,” Madelyne went on. “Some even throw such labels around like they’re a bad thing. I don’t agree with that. I believe they’re just an honest reflection of our baser desires…the simplest component of our most complex ambitions.”
“Your hand…remove it,” Emma demanded, shuddering with disgust over the devious woman’s perverse touch.
“I also believe it’s the key,” she said intently. “With torture, the prospects are so limited. Hurt someone all you want. All you’ll ever get from them is a desire to make the pain stop. It won’t point anyone down a particular path. It’ll only show them what to avoid.”
“Guess it’s too late for me,” Emma muttered under her breath.
“Fill them with pleasure, though – and a special kind of pleasure, at that – and they won’t just seek a particular path. They’ll want to seek it. They don’t need force, threats, or chains. They simply go where you go, sharing both your purpose and your burden. To do anything else would be painful in its own right.”
The extent of Madelyne Pryor’s madness began making sense. As much as Emma reviled her and the predicament she’d put her in, she understood enough about domination and submission to see where she was going.
The way she described pain and pleasure came off as a strange sort of masochism. Emma had seen plenty of that at the Hellfire Club, both as a sex worker and as the White Queen. She’d even participated in some of it, but only as an exercise in domination and submission. What Madelyne described took it to a perverse extreme. She dreaded being dragged to such extremes, but the White Queen doubted she had a choice in the matter.
“When I get through with you, Emma Frost, you’re going to want what I want,” Madelyne said intently, her hand still over her pussy. “You’re going to share my inescapable desire to fulfill my purpose. Embrace it with me and you might even enjoy yourself!”
“That, I doubt,” Emma said with her harshest scold.
“Not for long, you won’t!”
The Goblin Queen finally removed her hand from her inner thighs. She then firmly clutched Emma’s jaw, making it so she couldn’t look away. Even as Emma kept scolding her, Madelyne kept grinning deviously.
Suddenly, her eyes flashed bright red. The air around them grew hot, like a sauna that had been turned up too high. The goblin hordes still surrounding the courtyard started screeching louder, as though they sensed something that Emma could not. Then, in an act that both caught her off guard, Madelyne kissed her on the lips.
At first, Emma was disgusted. She’d kissed other women before, often as part of sex shows or elaborate sex acts, but the taste of Madelyne’s lips utterly revolted her. It was like kissing a poisonous snake.
However, just as Emma was about to gag in disgust, something unexpected came over her. In Madelyne’s flashing eyes, she felt a wave of energy wash over her in a gust of wind. It made her skin hot, her muscles tense, and her thoughts disoriented. It was like something had forced its way into her body and mind, ceasing her entire ability to control both. In that moment, she sensed a new range of feelings that were not her own, but too powerful to ignore.
“Hnn…” was all Emma could get out.
“You feel it, now. Don’t you?” said Madelyne upon ending the kiss.
Emma tried to respond, wanting desperately to cuss her out. Instead, other emerging wants took over. She remained silent and dazed, her body and mind in a state of growing upheaval.
“Yeah, you definitely feel it,” the Goblin Queen said. “Guess we don’t need this anymore.”
She casually waved her hand. In doing so, Emma felt the invisible restraints on her wrists and ankles disappear. She dropped back down to the rocky floor, still completely naked, but standing upright for once.
Unlike before, she made no effort to cover her body. A part of her wanted to, but other desires overrode them. It all seemed to emanate from Madelyne. Her eyes still glowing, she took several steps back. Then, the glowing energy fully encompassed her body, filling the air with even more energy.
“What you’re thinking and feeling is just a precursor,” she said. “Allow me to show you how we’ll make use of it.”
The Goblin Queen gestured around her, the energy radiating from her body shooting out in multiple directions. From that energy, several circular portals formed, not unlike the one Emma had been dragged through earlier. For a moment, the portals crackled with energy, causing the goblin hordes to screech louder. Then, two dozen figures emerged from them. Had Emma been in control of her faculties, she would’ve gasped.
“Allow me to introduce you to the culmination of human, mutant, and goblin physiology,” Madelyne said, as though she were introducing a fancy new fashion accessory. “They’re a parting gift from my creator, Nathanial Essex. I call them Goblin Studs. You can call them…well, I suppose we’re past that foolish notion.”
While Madelyne laughed, Emma watched as the imposing figures stepped out from the portal and encircled her. Whatever Madelyne called them, they weren’t fully human, but they weren’t fully goblin, either. The stud part, however, was disturbingly accurate.
Each figure was distinctly masculine, standing over six feet tall and bearing a manly physique resembling that of an Olympic athlete, complete with toned biceps, ripped abdomen muscles, and muscular thighs. That masculinity extended to the more intimate parts of their anatomy, as well. Each figure bore a fairly large endowment between their legs. They weren’t freakishly big, but plenty big enough for most men to brag.
That was where the human features ended, though. Their skin tone was a lot more goblin-like, having a dark gray hue with a hint of green. However, it was their faces that stood out most. They looked similar to the small goblin creatures that Madelyne commanded, complete with fang-like teeth, red glowing eyes, and pointed ears. Unlike those creatures, though, they had jet black hair and a strange red glowing diamond shape over their eyes on their forehead.
Emma couldn’t tell whether the creatures were mindless drones or sentient creatures. She couldn’t collect her thoughts enough to use her telepathy, but if the way they were staring at her were any indication, they had a sense of will and desire. As their demonic eyes gazed upon her naked body, she could already tell what they desired.
“Handsome, aren’t they?” Madelyne said as she casually caressed the face of the nearest figure. “And to think, poor Nathanial warned me about using his cloning technology with goblin DNA. It’s a shame I had to silence him. I think he would be genuinely impressed with my results.”
The goblin studs let out a strange hissing sound, as though being in her presence made them both agitated and excited. Some were even getting aroused, their dicks already starting to swell just by looking at Emma’s naked body. She wanted to recoil, but she remained frozen where she stood.
“It seems they already like you, Emma,” the Goblin Queen continued. “That’s to be expected. Like me, these creatures are born of singular purpose. From their minds to their genetics to the functioning of their genitals, they have one primary drive…lust. However, it’s the secondary drive that I’m most excited to test. To do so, you’ll need to be in just the right mood.”
Madelyne narrowed her gaze on Emma and waved her hand again. From the glowing halo of energy still surrounding her, a bolt of light shot out and struck Emma’s nude figure head on. What she felt next defied everything she thought she knew about the female body.
“Mmm…fuck!” she moaned.
It almost like an orgasm, a warm wave of sensations washing over her from head to toe. In the blink of an eye, she went from feeling humiliated by a devious woman to feeling more aroused than she’d ever felt in her life.
That was quite a feat, given Emma’s lurid history with the Hellfire Club. She knew better than most what intense sexual arousal felt like. She’d indulged in her share of decadence, including orgies and wine-fueled sex parties. She thought that had pushed the limits of sexual excess, but Madelyne Pryor just shattered those limits.
“So wet,” Emma moaned under her breath. “My pussy…so goddamn wet.”
It was like someone reached into her body, turned her sex drive up to its highest level, and pushed it beyond that. Her legs grew weak, her hands trembled, her nipples became erect, and her inner thighs became soaking wet. Like a reflex, she rubbed her legs together and fondled her breasts, barely staying upright in the process. Already, she felt traces of her feminine juices seep down her thighs.
As her body descended into a state of intense arousal, her mind became increasingly dazed. It was like being intoxicated, minus the lingering aftertaste of a fine bottle of wine. Every thought, feeling, and desire became subsumed by one singular goal…sex.
“You’re looking rather flustered, Emma,” Madelyne teased. “Tell me, what do you want? What’s you’re sole desire at this moment?”
Her tone was so snide and condescending. She already knew what Emma wanted. She just wanted to hear her say it.
“I want…to fuck,” Emma said with a slurred voice.
“What was that?” the Goblin Queen taunted. “I’m not sure my demon studs and I heard you.”
“I said I want to fuck, damn it!” the White Queen spat. “Fuck me in my pussy. Fuck me in my ass. Fuck my face. Fuck my tits. Just…just fuck me, already!”
She barely recognized the voice she’d just heard. It didn’t sound like Emma Frost, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club. It sounded like a woman who’d just become deranged with lust, overwhelmed by desires that didn’t feel like her own.
It was worse than being telepathically controlled. Even a common whore would’ve had more control of their faculties. It wasn’t just that someone had made her unbearably horny. She actually wanted to go along with Madelyne Pryor. If it meant satisfying her overwhelming lust, she was actually willing to help that sadistic woman. That would’ve disgusted her if she weren’t so horny at the moment.
“If that’s what you want,” Madelyne said, “then that’s what I’ll give you. So long as your wants aid me in fulfilling my purpose, I will grant them at every turn. This, I promise!”
Sadistic or not, she sounded dead serious. Emma believed her. She watched as the energy swirling around her body dissipated and her eyes stopped glowing. Still bearing that wry grin, she casually turned to her army of goblin studs.
“You heard her,” the redheaded woman said to her. “Go, my goblin studs! Give it to her!”
Like hungry dogs cut loose from their chains, the two dozen demon studs let out a lecherous hiss as they converged around Emma. Some already had full-blown erections, their exotic flesh rousing to life at the prospect of fucking her. Had Emma not been so dazed, she might have been anxious about the prospect of banging two dozen goblin studs. However, she was too horny to care.
The first goblin studs to reach her came up from behind, grabbing her arms and pulling them behind her back, leaving her breasts and pussy uncovered. Those same figures began hissing louder and licking around her neck and face, their tongues feeling like slithering tentacles dripping with saliva. It should’ve been disgusting, but it provided some desperately needed stimulation.
The next wave of goblin studs smothered her from the front. One hungrily grabbed her breasts with both hands and began kneading them lustfully. Another grabbed her hips, dropped to his knees, and licked over the outer folds of her pussy with his serpentine tongue. Another managed to slip behind, grab her thighs, and shove his tongue into her ass. Those unable to reach her naked flesh just stood around her in a circle, stroking their rapidly-growing cocks and seething with a lust that defied description, both in her world and in Limbo.
Like a coordinated unit, they groped and fondled her body, leaving few parts of her flesh untouched and unlicked. Some even grabbed her face and shoved their monstrous tongues into her mouth in a goblin-like French kiss. Emma wished she could’ve been disgusted by all the touching, but it was no use. It actually felt good. Even if the goblin studs were hideous, what they did felt good. It was almost as though they’d been programmed on a genetic level to feed her lustful desires.
“Want…desire…flesh!” they shrieked, their voices blurring the line between human and demonic.
“That’s right,” Madelyne said as she watched on with perverse amusement. “You want to give it to her…to ravage her with want and ecstasy. Where there was once bloodlust, there is now only my lust…a more effective lust.”
There were a lot of things wrong with Madelyne’s concept of lust, but Emma was in no position to argue. She had two dozen demon studs to fuck and she didn’t have time for foreplay.
“No more touching…no more licking,” said Emma. “Please…just put a dick inside me.”
The White Queen hated what she said and how she said it, but it couldn’t be unsaid. The goblin studs had already gone to work feeding more of her desire.
They didn’t even lay her down or bend her over something. In another show of collective effort and strength, the two goblin studs behind her grabbed her by the waist and arms, lifting her up off the ground with ease. From there, two of the figures standing by her sides grabbed her legs and pulled them apart. Then, one goblin stud who’d managed to fight his way to the front of the pack got between them, already wielding a large, rock-hard boner.
“Want…you!” the creature seethed.
With saliva dripping from his mouth, the goblin stud grabbed onto her waist and thrust his hips forward, driving his larger-than-average cock into her pussy. Emma could only react with a dazed moan, her body instinctively contorting to the feeling of her inner muscles stretching to accommodate the creature’s endowment.
She half-expected some discomfort, but there was none. Whether it was due to her arousal or the unique physiology of the goblin studs, the only sensations she felt at that moment were raw, unfiltered pleasure.
“So big…so hard…so intense,” Emma moaned.
“And it’s only just the beginning!” Madelyne added, still watching intently from afar.
As the White Queen descended deeper into a state of deranged ecstasy, the goblin stud fucking her stepped up the pace. He seethed and screeched with every movement, other nearby creatures doing the same, as if to cheer him on. Like a perfectly-oiled piston, he pumped his demonic member within her pussy. Every slither of flesh flooded her body with more sensations that a part of her wanted, but didn’t choose.
Emma also quickly realized that their dick did not function exactly like those of the men she’d slept with before. She swore the one pumping inside her moved on its own, as though it had extra muscles. It functioned more like a tongue or a tentacle, slithering and probing her intimate depths, as if to seek out every nerve and stimulating it to the utmost.
‘It’s inside me. This goblin/man creature is inside me…fucking me…with a cock that might actually have a mind of its own. And fuck, it feels good! I hate it, but it feels so fucking good!’
The goblin stud fucking her rocked her body with every thrust. The two creatures holding her up tightened their grip on her. They even began fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples to add to the onslaught of stimulation.
It escalated rapidly, sending Emma deeper into her daze while testing her body’s ability to process pleasure. She soon found herself on the brink of orgasm. However, it promised to be very different from a typical climax.
“I’m…going to…come,” the White Queen panted, “already…going to come.”
“You almost sound surprised,” Madelyne remarked. “Don’t worry. That’s to be expected…relatively speaking.”
Whatever the Goblin Queen meant by those ominous words barely concerned Emma. Something strange was happening within her body. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t natural. It was something that completely went against everything she knew about sex, desire, and lust. Whatever it was, it consumed her as she achieved orgasm at the hands of Madelyne Pryor’s goblin stud.
“Ahhhhh fuck!” Emma cried out, her voice echoing throughout the foundations of Limbo.
It wasn’t just another release of pleasure accompanied by the throbbing muscles of her pussy. When she climaxed at the hands of Madelyne Pryor, it was like someone forcibly injecting liquid ecstasy into every part of her body. There was nothing intimate or personal about it. It wasn’t even satisfying on many levels. It was pleasure, but a very perverse kind.
Regardless of the kind, though, Emma’s body couldn’t tell the difference. Her toes still curled, her lower back arched, and her face contorted under the overwhelming flood of sensations. The sounds and spectacle of her orgasm evoked a loud cheer among the goblin studs, as though they’d just seen their favorite team score a goal. The goblin stud still fucking her was especially encouraged, so much so that he leaned over and slithered his serpentine tongue around her neck.
“Now…we come too!” the creature hissed.
Moments later, after one final thrust of his hips, the goblin stud whose hulking cock had been probing her pussy tensed hard. He then let out what Emma could only describe as an orgasmic shriek, one that set itself apart from all the other goblin studs cheering him on. Even as she remained drunk on the perverse pleasure, she felt an equally perverse feeling when the creature shot his load inside her.
“Hnn…so warm,” Emma moaned in a slurred tone.
On the surface, the creature reacted as most men would have when they climaxed. His body shuddered, his grip on her tense, and his member throbbed inside her. That was where the similarities ended.
Emma swore the creature’s dick expanded slightly inside her, as if to put more pressure on her already-throbbing pussy. Then, she a hot, thick load of fluid shoot up into her core. It felt like typical cum, albeit in a larger volume. However, it had another effect on her, one that further tightened Madelyn’s lurid hold on her.
“His cum…this feeling,” Emma said distantly. “What’s…going on?”
“Nothing that isn’t consistent with their purpose,” Madelyne said. “Relax! That little bonus is something I engineered into every one of my studs. When their cum enters you, it doesn’t just feel good. It effectively re-energizes your loins. That way, instead of feeling satisfied, you’re ready to fuck again!”
It was even more devious when put into words. Beyond just compounding the feeling of orgasmic sensations, the creature’s cum effectively reset her body and her desires. There was no soreness or lingering afterglow. Her pussy was just as wet as before. Her body still ached for sex. Despite wanting it so bad and feeling something so pleasurable, she wasn’t the least bit fulfilled.
It was almost painful, feeling so empty after feeling something so good. Emma Frost was used to getting satisfying sex. Being the White Queen of the Hellfire Club, she was more adept than most. The notion that she’d been fucked so hard by a creature literally designed to fuck and not be satisfied seemed so wrong. It was like being tortured, but with no pain whatsoever.
“Damn…you,” Emma said under her breath.
“Save your breath. You’re going to need it,” Madelyne said with a humored laugh. “Lucky for you, my goblin studs have plenty more wants to share.”
The goblin stud that had just fucked her hissed again, as if to let Emma know that it was only the beginning. The creature withdrew his cock, still dripping with various fluids. It remained fully erect. By then, every goblin stud around her had a throbbing erection. Some weren’t even stroking them. They just stood there, glaring at her with unbridled lust, as though they knew she wanted to fuck every one of them.
Almost immediately after feeling that dick withdraw, Emma felt a fresh round of burning need. Her mind and body weren’t the least bit drained by what had just happened. If anything, she wanted even more sex than before.
“More!” Emma begged. “Give me…more.”
Another round of ear-splitting screeches followed. An exuberance descended over the goblin studs, one that Madelyne and the rest of her goblin hordes shared. The foundations of limbo seemed to tremble by their activities and Emma Frost was at the epicenter of it all.
Descending further into a state of decadent lust, the two goblin studs holding her up finally set her down on the ground. Others joined in, positioning her body like it was their personal fuck-toy. For all intents and purposes, that was exactly what she was.
Emma soon found herself on her hands and knees, her limbs barely supporting her weight after what she’d just experienced. That didn’t stop one of the goblin studs that had been holding her from positioning himself behind her and shoving his cock into her pussy. Then, before she could react to the feeling of her depths being filled once more, another goblin stud got in front of her and shoved his rigid cock into her mouth.
Without the slightest hesitation, Emma began sucking the creature off, her considerable experience giving oral sex kicking in. Unlike every other sex act she’d been in, there was no power or leverage involved. There was no intimacy or deeper feelings involved. It was nothing more than a want for more sex and having an unlimited supply of cock in her grasp.
“That’s the spirit!” Madelyne said in bemusement. “Make use of every hole. Get in closer. Let her get in on the action. This clearly isn’t her first time handling multiple cocks.”
As much as Emma resented the Goblin Queen’s commentary, she wasn’t wrong. She had indulged in her share of decadent sex acts, even before she became the White Queen. Some of those acts even involved group sex and gangbangs.
However, those had been part of a larger experience that she both desired and chose. What unfolded before her felt very different. It wasn’t just that she was being fucked by inhuman creatures. Every action, sensations, and feeling was shoved into her, literally and figuratively. She was like a puppet pulling its own strings.
‘I can’t stop. I don’t want to want this so much, but I do. And the more I want it, the less I seem to get out of it.’
That inner turmoil – that tortuous paradox that turned even great pleasure into a special kind of agony – only intensified the perverse debauchery. The gangbang of Emma Frost, the once powerful White Queen of the Hellfire Club, was on and she unwillingly led the decadent charge.
Being fucked on both ends, Emma was rocked fervently, the two goblin studs humping her face and pussy in perfect synchronicity. Like a couple of well-oiled pistons, their cocks slithered within her. They weren’t gentle or affectionate, but they weren’t too rough, either. The one fucking her face held onto the side of her head, the length of his throbbing member testing even her refined gag reflex. The one fucking her pussy clung to her hips, drool from his demonic expression dripping onto her lower back.
As the two goblin studs establishes a vigorous pace for their fucking, two more moved in closer from each side, both pointing their direct cocks right at her. They didn’t even need to say or think anything. Like a reflex, Emma reached out and grasped a dick with each hand. Then, with her body still rocking to the double-dose of sex, she began jerking them off. The goblin studs responded with favorable hisses.
“See? She knows what she’s doing,” said Madelyne. “Give her what she wants. Reward her!”
Right on cue, the goblin stud that had been face-fucking her climaxed. Emma didn’t even get a chance to brace herself. She reacted with shock – two dicks still in her hand with one behind her, still pumping into her pussy – as the figure’s prick swelled and shot a load of cum down her throat. The goblin stud let out a euphoric cry while clenching her head, messing up her platinum blonde hair. All Emma could do was suck up the manly load.
Never before had she’d hoped to gag so much, but just as before, the creature’s unique biology had some surprises. Much to Emma’s chagrin, goblin stud jizz tasted really good. It was like frosting on a cake or fresh cream in a hot cup of coffee, so sweet and appetizing. It left a warm, pleasurable feeling from her throat down to her stomach. Just like before, though, it left her unsatisfied.
“Ungh…more!” she shouted as traces of the creature’s cum dripped down her face.
“More! More! More!” the goblin studs started chanting.
The goblin stud who’d just climaxed stepped away, his dick still fully erect. Another one quickly took his place, grabbing her head again and shoving a fresh cock back into her mouth. Again, Emma sucked without hesitation.
The cheering and the chanting intensified. Emma tried to shut it out, but neither her body nor her desires would let her. Shortly after another goblin stud began face-fucking her, she had another orgasm. It was likely the quickest she’d ever had achieved a second consecutive orgasm without the aid of magic, drugs, or sex toys.
Unlike before, the pace of the gangbang barely ceased. Her orgasmic cries were muffled by the presence of a dick in her mouth. The shudders within her body, as well as the intense contractions of her inner muscles, flooded Emma with a fresh wave of pleasure. It still wasn’t close to enough, though. She still wanted more. The legion of goblin studs even seemed to sense that.
“More! More! More!” the goblin studs kept cheering.
They kept on fucking her, rocking her body and putting on a decadent show for Madelyne Pryor. The goblin stud fucking her soon climaxed, filling her pussy with a fresh round of that special jizz that further skewed the line between pleasure and pain. The creature let out a familiar screech of pleasure, but before he even finished shooting off, another shoved him aside to keep going.
“My fuck! My fuck!” the creature said.
That goblin stud was especially eager, but rather than fuck her now-dripping pussy, he guided his cock to her ass, the only hole that hadn’t been fucked at that point. Emma had plenty of experience with anal sex, even with very well-endowed men. It was usually uncomfortable without the aid of lube. She would’ve welcomed discomfort at that point, but once again, Madelyne found a way to pervert such basic sensations.
“My…ass,” Emma said as she slobbered over the cock in her face.
“Might as well be thorough,” Madelyne laughed. “Don’t worry. They make it easier on you…relatively speaking.”
That relative part was understatement. Emma was genuinely shocked when she felt the goblin stud’s dick apparently warp itself to ease entry into her ass. Even without any lube, the penetration was smooth. There was no discomfort. Only more pleasure followed and that might have been the worst case scenario.
‘Great…even when fucking my ass raw, it doesn’t stop. It still feels so good, but so goddamn wrong! I can’t…I don’t want to keep feeling so wrong.’
Even if her thoughts remained disoriented, her body remained immersed in decadent acts. With her ass now fair game, along with her pussy and mouth, the gangbang escalated. The cheering of the goblin studs only grew louder and Emma descended further into a world of hellish ecstasy.
As her ass and face were fucked, the two goblin studs she’d been jerking off climaxed, shooting thick streams of cum all over her face and torso. On her bare skin, it felt like hot massage oil, giving a tangible form to the extent of the decadence. It also had a similar effect to what happened when they came inside her, the exotic male fluid leaving her feeling unsatisfied and wanting more.
“More…give me more,” Emma said, her voice muffled by the cock in her face.
Before the two goblin studs finished milking their cocks completely, two more jumped in and shoved their dicks into her hands. She began jerking them off immediately, even drawing them to her face so she could suck them off one by one. Before long, they climaxed again, spraying more loads onto her face, which she eagerly licked up.
As she gorged on their goblin jizz, the one fucking her ass climaxed as well, shooting another load into her depths. Emma felt its effects, the hot fluid adding more fuel to the firestorm of her burning desires. It also removed whatever sliver of dignity and control she had left on the situation. She had trails cum dripping from all her holes and she still wanted more. There was no getting around the cold hard truth.
‘She really did it. This redheaded bitch really did it. She defeated the White Queen.’
As that infuriating feeling set in, the gangbang continued with little interruption. Another goblin stud shoved his way aside, got behind her, and fucked her ass. Others gathered around the front, shoving their cocks in her face so she could stroke and suck them. She could no longer stop herself. Emma, at the utter mercy of her lust and desire, just followed the debauchery wherever it went.
“So many dicks, yet still so unsatisfied,” laughed Madelyne, who seemed very entertained by the spectacle. “Perhaps I should’ve conjured more minions.”
Emma tried to shut her out. She would rather hear the sounds of lurid gangbangs and goblin screeches than listen to one more word from that insidious woman. If she was going to succumb to so many perverse wants, she might as well cling to whatever control she could muster.
That became difficult as the gangbang with the goblins studs descended into a chaotic mess of lust and various sexual fluids. She kept sucking and stroking off every dick in front of her while other goblins studs fucked her from behind, alternating between her pussy and ass. It didn’t matter which hole they fucked. She still climaxed with ease. It almost happened too easily, at times. She didn’t need to do anything to get that intense sexual release. It just came with the same efficiency as flipping a light switch.
The goblin studs took full advantage of that, her orgasmic moans and bodily contortions encouraging them even more. They got more ambitious, moving her body around into various positions so they could fuck her in every possible way. The creatures were not bound by the limitations of ordinary men. Their dicks stayed hard. Their stamina didn’t wane. Their lust didn’t dissipate. They just kept fucking her in a steady procession of decadence.
In one act, they laid Emma on her back where one fucked her pussy while holding her legs up while another tit-fucked her. They ended up climaxing simultaneously, shooting their load inside her and on her.
In another, one goblin stud lifted Emma off the ground again, held her up in his arms, and worked her pussy up and down his cock while another creature fucked her ass from behind. She easily climaxed from the double penetration, making it a point to yell loud enough to drown out Madelyne’s laughter.
In another, they laid Emma on her side so one could fuck her pussy at an angle while others could shove their cocks in her face. It strained her feminine flexibility, but didn’t stop her from climaxing multiple times.
In another, one particularly tall goblin studs laid on his back while another pushed her on top of him, driving his cock up into her pussy in the process. Instinct and horniness led her to ride him hard while other goblin studs fondled her bouncing breasts and shoved more cocks in her face.
Eventually, they went for full triple penetration with three goblin studs coordinating perfectly to fuck all her holes. One was under her, fucking her pussy. Another was on top of her, fucking her ass. Another was in front, fucking her face. When they all climaxed at once, shooting loads into her ass, pussy, and mouth at the same time, the cheers from the surrounding audience reached a level that sounded nothing short of triumphant.
“Your body, your mind, and your desires…all channeled to a simple, singular purpose,” Madelyne said at one point during the decadence. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
She made it seem so obvious. Emma was hardly in a position to scrutinize it, but as the goblin studs kept fucking her, the agenda behind it caught up with her. Even with multiple cocks pumping inside her and orgasms rocking her body, there was no escaping it.
What was happening to her shouldn’t have felt good. Even though she wanted it, those wants weren’t her own. Every desire, act, and choice felt so shallow, devoid of any depth and meaning. She even wished it wasn’t so mind-numbingly pleasurable, but it was. No matter what form the gangbang took, the goblin studs kept filling her with pleasure, among other bodily fluids. They didn’t let up for a minute, only slowing down to hear her orgasmic reactions and let others see her writhing body.
Everything Madelyne and her goblin studs did seemed focused on flooding her with pleasure, twisting her body and mind in ways that made a queen feel like a pawn. With every sex act and orgasm, Emma’s sense of purpose seemed tied to that of Madelyne Pryror. Even though she didn’t know the specifics of that purpose, she felt hopelessly drawn to it.
‘One purpose, she says…one she makes me want and enjoy. That’s what she thinks is beautiful?’
Her thoughts remained hazy, but the lingering questions kept burning. Emma held onto them as more goblin studs fucked her.
Eventually, Emma fucked every goblin stud that Madelyne had summoned at least once. Her face, her butt, and her pussy dripped with their fluids. Her face and hair were disheveled, stained by cum and drool, both from the creatures and from her. No matter how much they climaxed or how many orgasms she achieved, she still felt unsatisfied. It felt as though they could’ve fucked her indefinitely. That would’ve truly been the ultimate Hell for Emma Frost.
Then, while in the midst of being fucked from behind while sucking two dicks at once, Madelyne finally stepped forward and snapped her fingers.
“Enough!” she called out. “Withdraw your cocks from her and lay her on her back.”
The goblin studs immediately complied. Emma had never seen men with erect cocks so readily cease a sex act. She’d been on the brink of orgasm when they all pulled their dicks out of her ass, pussy, and mouth. It felt like the worst possible timing, implying that it might have been on purpose.
“For the sake of finality, finish up if your close,” Madelyn said to the goblin studs. “Just make sure you shoot your load onto her. I want her covered in your cum for the final step.”
The remaining goblin studs hissed eagerly. Emma, now on her back, her naked body covered in sweat and sexual fluids, could barely move. She just watched in her daze as multiple goblin studs knelt beside her, stroked their erect cocks with lecherous vigor, and released one last load of cum onto her.
It was a finale of sorts, one that perfectly symbolized the extent of such perverse depravity. Thick streams of fluid splattered onto her face, breasts, torso, and legs. Now lying on the cold rocky ground, naked and covered in cum within the realm of Limbo, Emma Frost could safely say that she had been completely subdued. Her mind, her body, and her very well had been dominated, sexually and emotionally. The ego and persona she had built up as the White Queen had been completely destroyed.
“The White Queen…is no more,” she said, her voice still slurred and dazed.
As that feeling sank in, the goblin studs finally stepped back and join the smaller creatures still watching. Madelyne Pryor then stood over her with a poise that went beyond kings, queens, or monsters.
“Get up,” she told her. “On your knees, Emma Frost. Don’t worry. I’m not going to make you perform another sex act.”
The Goblin Queen chuckled at her remarks, but Emma wasn’t laughing. Ignoring the fluids dripping from her naked body, the lingering throbbing feeling between her legs, and her face being so disheveled, she did what the redheaded woman requested.
“I think I’ve gotten my point across,” Madelyne said, her tone becoming more serious. “Pain and pleasure…wants and desires…torture and ecstasy…these things are so distinct when your life is unguided and without purpose. I can see the flaws in those distinctions. What you just experienced was my way of putting those flaws on display.”
“It’s some bloody way, that’s for sure,” Emma said.
“Now, with the lines between pain and pleasure rendered meaningless, the only thing left is our desire,” the Goblin Queen continued. “They guide our choices. They push us down the necessary path. For me, that means pursuing my given purpose.”
The devious woman then knelt down, grabbed Emma’s chin, and forced her to match her penetrating gaze. In her eyes, she saw someone with human desires who also bore demonic influences. Who she was and what she was defied classification. All she had was her purpose, whatever it might have been. To Emma, it finally made clear the kind of person she was dealing with.
“I’ve thrust upon you a mere taste of my perspective, as well as my desires,” Madelyne said. “You understand such things better than most, Emma Frost. That’s why you’re here and the rest of your Hellfire brethren aren’t. That’s also why I’m giving you a unique opportunity.”
“Opportunity…or a demand?” Emma questioned.
“I assure you there’s no magic, telepathy, or manipulation in play. Like I said before, I prefer that others share my wants rather than dread my wrath. That is why I’m asking you to make a choice. Here, in this desolate domain, choose for yourself whether you’ll aid me. Stand at my side as I pursue my purpose. Help me gain the aid of others. In return, I can make any number of promises. However, no matter how many I make, only one ultimately matters.”
“And what might that be?”
“That you’ll be satisfied in the end,” Madelyne said with an oddly genuine grin. “After all, regardless of our purpose, isn’t that what matters most?”
Again, she sounded completely genuine. Emma didn’t doubt for a second that Madelyne meant every word she said. She didn’t even doubt that she would fail to keep her promise. She knew plenty of liars and cheaters. Madelyne Pryor wasn’t one of them.
It was the best thing Madelyne could’ve offered after what Emma just experienced. Beyond wealth, power, and pleasure, it all came back to satisfaction. She’d just been gangbanged by a dozen of well-endowed studs and had so many orgasms she’d lost count. It might have been the most pleasurable experience a woman like her could’ve had, yet it still left her unsatisfied.
In that moment, naked and reeking of the effects of so many decadent sex acts, Emma wanted nothing more than to know that feeling…to be satisfied instead of agonizing over unceasing desire. To make the choice she knew Madelyne wanted would’ve given her that. She didn’t doubt it for second.
‘I still want it. Damn this woman, I still fucking want what she’s offering. Everything she says is right. And everything I want to feel, I can only get through her. Except…’
Then, in that moment of overwhelming desire and utter humiliation, another realization emerged. It completely clashed with everything she wanted. It went against everything Madelyne had just told her. It seemed wrong on every conceivable level. At the same time, however, it seemed right in the only way that mattered.
Suddenly, her choice became obvious.
“Madelyne Pryor…Goblin Queen,” said Emma Frost, her gaze never once deviating.
“Yes, Emma Frost?” said Madelyne with a child-like eagerness.
“I’ve made my decision. I choose…”
She stopped mid-sentence. Madelyne’s grip on her chin tightened, intent on hearing her next few words. Instead, Emma Frost did what seemed impossible up to that point. She went against everything she wanted, clenched her fist, and channeled every ounce of strength into a single punch.
“THIS!” Emma yelled in a voice she wanted all of Limbo to hear.
For the first time since their encounter, Madelyne was shocked. She, as well as her goblin hordes, were genuinely taken aback when Emma struck the Goblin Queen right in the face with her first. The feeling of her hand making contact with her jaw stung, marking the first bit of pain she’d felt since she arrived in Limbo. After what she’d been through, though, she welcomed it.
‘That hurt, but damn that felt right!’
As Madelyne fell to the ground, still very much in shock, Emma felt her resolve return to her. She was still sore, parts of her body still aching from the gangbang. She had to shut all of that out and began running away from the Goblin Queen as fast as her legs would carry her.
“That…shouldn’t have been possible,” Madelyne said, rubbing her jaw as her goblin minions came to her aid.
“That’s right, bitch! I’d rather run butt naked through Limbo instead of helping you!” Emma shouted.
She managed to use their momentary shock to get past the wall of creatures that had been surrounding her. Some were so confused that they just watched as she shoved past them, paying no mind to the fact that she was still naked and dripping in fluids. She didn’t see a clear path of escape. That didn’t concern her, though. Anywhere away from Madelyne Pryor was good enough for her.
“What are you waiting for?” Madelyne barked at her goblin minions. “Go after her! I can’t let this stand! I won’t!”
A wave of angry screeches erupted. The same creatures that had been cheering during her gangbang now roared with bloodlust. Emma didn’t dare look back. She just kept running, heading right towards the castle-like structure in front of her. She had to find a place to hide, but at some point she needed a plan and it couldn’t just involve running.
Then, just as she entered the structure, she heard an unexpected voice in her head.
‘Emma Frost…you really did it. You actually broke free.’
‘Who the hell is this? Why are you in my head and why shouldn’t I kick you out?’
‘Please, listen to me! My name is Belasco and I can help you escape.’
‘And why would you do that? Why should I even trust you?’
‘Your choices are limited. Mine…I’ve already doomed myself by helping Madelyne. I cannot change that, but I can give you a chance…as well as information that I doubt she wants you to know.’
Emma wasn’t usually inclined to trust a total stranger who could get around her psychic defenses. However, in her current state, she didn’t have many options. Near as she could tell, Belasco was as desperate as her. Madelyne Pryor’s presence had caused all sorts of disruptions.
It could only get worse. That woman could only possibly become more deranged. As satisfying as it had been to punch her, stopping her was an imperative. She might have defeated the White Queen. She would not defeat Emma Frost.
‘Very well, Belasco. Tell me as much as you can while a bunch of goblins chase me. Specifically, tell me how I’ll escape this place and screw over the Goblin Queen in the best possible way!’
Ruins of Sinister’s Lab
Evolution, in all its grandeur, was the driving force for life. A major part of that force was death. In many ways, it was the ultimate judge. It determined whether a species was fit to survive. It shaped the strength, resilience, and capabilities of all forms of life. None knew just how fit they were until death came for them.
For Nathanial “Sinister” Essex, it took longer than most for death to come. When it finally arrived, it was still unexpected. Lying in the ruins of his lab, weak and withered after his clash with Madelyne Pryor, he was poised to exit the great evolutionary struggle to survive. However, his journey could not end just yet. His master wouldn’t allow it.
“Nathaniel Essex,” said a booming voice from an imposing figure, “you have failed me.”
“Yes, master. I know,” Sinister replied, his body almost reduced to bone.
“You have also failed yourself, it seems…defeated at the hands of your own creation.”
“I know. I remember quite vividly.”
“You know I – Apocalypse, arbiter of evolution and survival – cannot tolerate such failure. After everything I did for you, entrusting you with power and knowledge of evolution’s great potential, you still proved yourself unfit.”
“And now I’m dying,” he said with a casual resignation. “I accept that.”
Apocalypse – or En Sabah Nur, as he’d once been – scowled at Sinister with folded arms. His hulking form had the poise of a god and for good reason. He was thousands of years old, bearing a strength forged over the centuries from mutation, technology, and other forces most couldn’t hope to comprehend.
He claimed he was destined to usher in a new age, one where the fittest would thrive and the weakest would perish. Sinister was supposed to help him realize that vision. Now, in wake of his failure, his part in it was no more. However, that did not concern him. If anything, Sinister had made peace with his fate, which seemed to confound his master.
“Your eagerness to embrace oblivion is unsettling,” said Apocalypse.
“You expect me to beg for mercy?” said Sinister.
“I expected more from one I deemed so capable for so long. Then, you claim you’ve found the perfect genetic combination to create the ultimate mutant. You even claimed you could produce such a mutant.”
“I wasn’t lying.”
“And yet, you still failed,” Apocalypse pointed out.
“Did I?”
With his strength rapidly fading and his body deteriorating in the ruins of his lab, Sinister managed a weak smile. Apocalypse only scolded him harder. The powerful being wasn’t used to such attitude. Many had been in a similar position over the centuries and begged for their lives. Sinister wasn’t one of them. It helped that he knew something that Apocalypse was destined to learn the hard way.
“I sensed what happened,” Apocalypse said. “That clone you created went mad. She turned on you and Belasco, who you thought could solve your failures with magic.”
“That…might have been a mistake on my part,” said Sinister in a humored tone.
“She turned on you, took everything from you, and is perverting everything you ever worked on as we speak. She could be an inconvenience in the march towards the Age of Apocalypse. And you are content with this?”
“Like I said…I accept my fate.”
Apocalypse’s anger grew. Stepping through the charred rubble, he grabbed Sinister’s weak form and held him up. The old man gasped for air, knowing what little life he had left just got a lot shorter. He kept smiling, though. He knew what Apocalypse was in for. The world, as they knew it, would never be the same. He might not be around to see it, but he had already left his mark. He had made his choices and he had no regrets.
“It’s true. I failed,” said Sinister weakly, “but I also succeeded.”
“You dare insult the truth of Apocalypse?” the ancient mutant spat.
“Truth…is rarely so clear. I see that, now. As I draw my last breath, I see what I have wrought…what you and many others must now contend with.”
“Is that supposed to dissuade me? You think that your actions will avert the Age of Apocalypse?”
“What I think is no longer relevant. What I’ve done cannot be undone. Heed my words, En Sabah Nur…fates that once seemed so clear have changed. My failure here may ultimately be my greatest success. How things unfold from here on out…well, I suppose that’s a matter of perspective.”
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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Perspective