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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 5: Laws and Loopholes
AN: At this point in the timeline, She-Hulk can shift between her human form and Hulk form. She is not stuck in one form or the other.
New York City – Law Offices of Goodman, Lieber, Kurtzberg & Holliway
A good lawyer stuck to the facts and let the truth make their case. A great lawyer knew how to exercise the facts to make the truth their weapon. The law was simply the stone that helped sharpen that weapon.
Jennifer “She-Hulk” Walters prided herself on being a good lawyer. Most of her colleagues at Goodman, Lieber, Kurtzberg & Holliway had commended her work on more than one occasion. However, to call herself a great lawyer, she had to go above and beyond. Whether she was She-Hulk or the normal-looking brunette that the janitor often hit on, she hadn’t had an opportunity to be great.
That changed about an hour ago when Scott Summers, former leader of the X-Men and co-founder of X-Corp, walked into her office and presented her with the opportunity of a lifetime.
“I hope you appreciate what you’ve just given me, Mr. Summers,” said Jennifer as she sat behind her desk and looked over a thick stack of papers. “This isn’t a case of someone suing a restaurant because their coffee was too hot. You’re giving me the legal equivalent of a bazooka. And you want me to aim it at people who have bazookas of their own.”
“That’s exactly why I came to you and only you, Ms. Walters,” said Scott as he sat across from her, wearing a suit he must have bought earlier that morning. “You’re the kind of person who can take those shots and isn’t afraid to fire back. You won’t stop at simply containing a problem. You’ll smash things that ought to be smashed…legally and literally.”
“And I’m sure the Hulk being my cousin and my friends being Avengers had no impact on your decision,” she said dryly.
“You’re also the only one the Fantastic Four recommended for legal advice. You and this firm are the only ones trying to put heroes, demigods, and aliens within a law-abiding framework. For what we at X-Corp want to do, we need that framework to be robust. That’s why we want to help.”
“And, in turn, you want me to be your gamma-powered counsel.”
“My wife and I aren’t asking you to build your entire practice around us. We just want someone on retainer who we can trust with X-Corp’s legal dealings…someone we know will fight the right battles for the right reasons.”
He made it seem so simple. In the world of law, nothing was ever that simple. That didn’t mean it wasn’t doable. In some instances, it was necessary. What Scott was proposing with X-Corp would set a new precedent. For any lawyer, regardless of the amount of gamma energy in their blood, it was a career-making opportunity.
It didn’t take a first-year law student to know that the precedent for superhero activities had room for improvement. For mutants, it was even worse. The firm she worked specialized in representing heroes who got sued, due to their activities. Not long ago, she’d represented Michael Morbius, the living vampire. That case had the same flaws as many others like them.
Anyone with superpowers, be they the result of mutation, a super soldier formula, or an exploding gamma bomb, was treated like a person wielding illegal weapons inside their blood. They were judged heavily on the potential danger they could cause rather than any actual danger they might have incurred. Any lawyer with a basic understanding of justice had problems with that.
The stack of papers that Scott had given her promised to upend that precedent and not just challenge it. The first couple packets contained standard paperwork for a burgeoning non-profit. She even recognized some of the letterheads as belonging to legal teams from Stark Industries and Worthington Industries. Their deep pockets ensured X-Corp had all the essentials, with respect to functioning a legitimate organization. It was the packets within several sealed envelopes that really piqued her interest.
“Well, as your possible go-to lawyer, I should probably inform you that these battles you want to fight are going to make a lot of people angry,” Jennifer said. “And believe me, I know how messy things can get when people get angry.”
“Yet another reason why we want you to represent X-Corp,” said Scott.
“You want to establish mutants as human. You want to establish a new process for dealing with mutants whenever their powers go haywire, one that involves a recourse that actively avoids containment or suppression. While I don’t blame you for wanting to keep mutants out of jail cells, you’re offering a comprehensive process that funnels mutants through a web of reform programs.”
“It’s part of our mission to help mutants build better lives,” he said. “They can’t build those lives from a jail cell on the Raft.”
“I don’t disagree,” said Jennifer, “but these are unproven programs that offer none of the assurances that fearful judges love to have. That says nothing about the politicians who would prefer all mutants were contained proactively.”
Scott’s demeanor grew tense. The mood in her office got a lot more serious. Jennifer had a feeling she would strike a chord when she mentioned politicians and containment. It was one of the reasons why mutant issues rarely intersected with those of other superheroes.
Mutants were seen as acts of God. They were random, unpredictable flukes of nature that just happened without rhyme or reason. While others, like her cousin, got their powers in an accident, there was at least some context to it. They were one-time occurrences that could be understood. Mutants weren’t like that. They were always a looming threat that needed to be contained. Some were already calling for it, but few had dared to challenge it.
“I take it you’ve kept up with Senator Robert Kelly’s recent speeches,” said Scott
“Being both a lawyer and a part-time Hulk, I kind of have to,” she said. “I figure if they decide it’s legal to forcibly contain mutants one day, then they’ll probably decide it’s okay for Hulks by the end of the week.”
“And X-Corp wants to be on the front lines of fighting that battle in the courtroom,” he said.
“All the while, the X-Men are still fighting their battles against Sentinels and evil mutant brotherhoods,” Jennifer pointed out. “Not that I don’t appreciate a challenge, but that’s bound to complicate things even more.”
“That’s exactly why we need to win on both fronts,” Scott retorted. “The X-Men save the world. X-Corp helps it prosper. With you as our lawyer, we can give both a solid legal footing.”
“You talk like I’ve already agreed to the deal.”
“I sense you see its merit. I’m also married to a powerful psychic. I can pick up on things more than most.”
Jennifer cast him a bemused glance for his smug tone, but that confident grin of his kept her from contesting his point. That was another trait that separated good lawyers from great ones. The great ones knew to avoid arguments that had too much truth going for it.
She flipped through several more sealed folders. Some parts needed more refinement than others. A few would have to be argued in front of a judge. At the very least, it ensured she would have plenty to keep her busy. If she succeeded, even in part, she would make a name for herself and her form. The idea of doing that without hulking out had plenty of appeal. Scott must have known that. The fact that he did set him apart from most prospective clients.
“Ignoring, for a moment, that lawyers tend to resent psychics,” Jennifer said, “let’s say I accept X-Corp’s proposal. I sign off on the paperwork. I identify myself as your primary go-to for all legal matters. What can you promise beyond the standard legal fees?”
“If you’re worried about compensation, then I assure you, Jean and I have prioritized your cut,” said Scott. “Tony Stark even insisted on giving you a bonus.”
“I’m sure he did,” she said with a humored grin. “Did he also insist I wear a bikini to court?”
“We struck that from the language, I promise,” said Scott half-jokingly.
“I appreciate that, but that can’t be it for me. If it were only about money and steady work, then there wouldn’t be much more to discuss. My life and my career are complicated enough by gamma-related activities. My position at this firm is already tenuous on a good day. If I Hulk out, even if it’s just while opening the mail, they have grounds to kick me out.”
“There’s only so much X-Corp can do to help with that, I’m afraid.”
“Which is why the stakes have to be higher,” she said in a serious, lawyer-like tone. “My work with X-Corp can’t just end at protecting X-Corp. Helping you guys out, giving mutants a better legal system to work with, is all well and good. But I’m not going to stop there.”
Jennifer removed her glasses, closed the packet, and leaned over her desk so that she could look Scott Summers eye-to-eye. It was a tactic that worked better when she was in her Hulk form. It let prospective clients or adversaries know that she was serious. She wasn’t going to be bullied or belittled.
Scott didn’t strike her as someone looking to pick a fight. She knew his history with the X-Men. He was a leader and a tactician. He made plans, organized strategies, and set objectives. X-Corp was different. It was bigger, bolder, and riskier. He was essentially asking her to take on some of that risk. While she never shied away from high risk, Jennifer also didn’t overlook the prospects for greater rewards.
“You’re not the only one who sees flaws in the system, Mr. Summers. And I’m not just referring to how it screws over mutants,” she continued. “Most attorneys have to work within the system. Very few have the time, resources, money, or guts to make meaningful changes.”
“And which of those would you say you’re lacking?” asked Scott.
“A little of everything, except guts,” she said. “I’ve always had plenty of that. Just ask my cousin.”
“At the risk of making him angry? I’d rather not.”
“Well, I’m not defined by my anger. I work within my unique set of circumstances…which, mind you, are more unique than most.”
“As a mutant who has been defined by the destructive power in my eyes, I understand those circumstances more than most,” he said, not flinching under her stern gaze.
“Good. That means I don’t have to convince you that I’ll need more than just X-Corp’s money do what I want to do. I can’t just be the lawyer who occasionally hulks out on the weekends. I want to be the lawyer that smashes the flaws within the system…legally speaking.”
“Only legally?” Scott questioned.
“You know what I mean,” she said, her gaze narrowing. “Tell me right now whether that’s too much of a commitment for X-Corp. Because if it is, we can end this meeting now. I won’t even bill you for my time.”
This was often the point where weak-willed clients or potential rivals cracked under her scrutiny. Her identity as She-Hulk and her connections with the Avengers weren’t exactly secrets. She could hulk out on the spot, smash a hole through the side of the building, and throw them out with ease. That was her way of discouraging liars, cheats, and people with unscrupulous agendas. While it had cost her both clients and desks, it helped get her point across.
Scott Summers didn’t crack. In fact, he rose up from his seat, looked her square in the eye, and cast her a look she’d only seen from Captain America. It further sparked her intrigue.
“It’s not too much, Ms. Walters,” he told her. “In fact, I’m prepared to help you before X-Corp faces its first lawsuit.”
“Help? Are we negotiating? Or are you trying to tempt me?” Jennifer asked him.
“We’re building on a foundation. X-Corp wants legal muscle to protect and help mutants. You want to use your own muscle to shake up the system. Maybe you want to confront those laws that hold certain superheroes liable for collateral damage, but not others. Maybe you want to hit those loopholes that the Hydra agents, Kree assassins, and Justin Hammers of the world use to avoid the harshest punishments for their crimes. Or maybe you want to bring some legal scrutiny to the extra-legal activities of certain, Hulk-obsessed generals in the United States military.”
“Now I know you’re tempting me,” she said, her tone shifting from serious to intrigued.
“I don’t have to tempt you if the offer is real,” Scott retorted. “X-Corp is already in contact with a number of mutants who could be very helpful for a lawyer that bold. One of them is an astute young woman named Tessa. She has a mind-like a computer and can process more legal briefs than every law firm in the city. Another is a bright young man from Chicago named David Alleyne, who has an uncanny ability to absorb knowledge and skills. I know for a fact that many of them would jump at the chance to work with someone like you.”
He wasn’t just tempting her now. He dared her to imagine what she could accomplish with more resources. Even great lawyers didn’t always have access to those resources. She’d fought in battles that involved mutants. She knew what they could do against invading aliens and killer robots. Who knew what they could do in a courtroom?
All the facts had been presented.
All the possibilities were there for her consideration.
Scott Summers did something very few prospective clients ever did. He made his case and proved its worth, beyond a reasonable doubt. It felt like a turning point for her career, both as Jennifer Walters and as She-Hulk. He’d just given her the opportunity that every lawyer dreamed of. All she had to do was seize it.
“Well, Mr. Summers, I think we’ve both made compelling points. I’ve stated my concerns and you’ve done plenty to address them,” Jennifer said in tone that was still serious, but didn’t hide her intrigue.
“Then, where do we stand?” Scott asked, now mirroring her tone.
“Legally speaking, we’ve already finished the race. Your documents are sound. The terms are fair, solid, and mutually beneficial on multiple levels. I’ll even go so far as to express my verbal intent to accept the role as X-Corp’s chief counsel. Given the proffered financial commitments, I doubt the partners will object, especially with names like Stark and Worthington attached to it.”
“That’s great. Does that mean we’re done here?”
“Not quite,” said Jennifer, her tone taking on a more suggestive undertone. “You see, it only becomes official after I sign the papers and notarize them with my secretary. After that, I’ll be bound by the legal and ethical standards that every lawyer in the state must follow, regardless of how much gamma is in their blood.”
“And why is that an issue?” he asked with growing intrigue.
“Because among those standards are rules prohibiting intimate fraternization with a client,” she said, “and rather than break those rules, I’d like to make the most of the flexible nature of verbal agreements.”
With each word she spoke, Jennifer’s voice became overtly seductive. In case that were too subtle, she pushed aside some of the papers on her desk and crawled up on top of it, not unlike the strippers Tony Stark used to hire for interns.
Scott got the message. He remained where he stood, a slow grin forming on his face as she inched closer. It only grew wider when she grabbed that cheap tie of his and drew him closer, so much so that she could smell his overpriced aftershave.
“Ms. Walters,” he said, “if I knew you were going to be this flexible, I would’ve worn a nicer suit.”
“Don’t play dumb, Mr. Summers,” she said with a coy grin. “I get drinks and shwarma with the Avengers every week. I know how flexible you and your wife have been lately.”
“Well, we don’t exactly advertise that, but we don’t keep it a secret, either.”
“Then, before I become your lawyer, I’d like to know how dedicated you are to working with me. And if we’re being completely transparent, I’d like to know if a few rumors I heard about the Jamaica Bay incident are true.”
She tugged on his tie, drawing him closer so that he could see the intensity in her eyes through those ruby-quartz glasses of his. She also unbuttoned the top part of her blouse, showing him a healthy bit of her cleavage. His eyes might have been hidden, but she could sense he liked what he saw. She was plenty prepared to show him more.
“I think I know what rumors you’re thinking of,” said Scott. “I could either confirm or deny them right now. Or I could take the time to prove it.”
“I’m a practicing lawyer, pretty boy. I always prefer proof,” said Jennifer.
She saved him the trouble of an opening statement. Still grasping his tie, she pulled him into a kiss. It wasn’t soft or subtle. It sent a clear message. Before she became X-Corp’s lawyer, she was going to become the latest beneficiary of Scott and Jean’s open marriage.
Scott did not object in the slightest. He kissed back, using plenty of tongue and vigor to communicate his growing interest. He removed his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt. Jennifer kicked off her heels and pulled off his tie. While he took off his shirt, she finished undoing the rest of her blouse, revealing a lace bra that she hadn’t had a chance to wear in a while.
Their lips remained locked as more clothes came off. Scott’s pants were the next to go. Jennifer’s bra came off shortly after, leaving her naked from the waist up. He took full advantage of that, reaching for her breasts and cupping them with both hands. She let out a gasp of approval. She then returned the favor by reaching into his boxers and fondling his penis. As soon as she felt his big it was and how hard it was getting, she effectively confirmed at least one of the rumors.
“Mmm…this is my kind of proof,” she purred.
“And yet, I sense you want more,” Scott replied.
He made it sound more practical than sexy. Jennifer didn’t mind in the slightest. Between being She-Hulk and a practicing lawyer, she rarely had time for a personal life. She also hadn’t had sex in quite some time. As far as she was concerned, some extra proof couldn’t hurt.
“More…that would be helpful,” Jennifer said intently.
Scott continued being a helpful client. After stepping out of his pants and shoes, kissed her again as he went about making his case. As he stirred in her that long-repressed desire, he took her by the hips and pulled her forward. She soon found herself sitting at the edge of her desk, her legs draped over with him standing between them.
He took full advantage of this position, reaching up her skirt and grasping the sides of her panties. She leaned back on her arms and elevated her legs so that he could remove them completely, but still kept her skirt on. Her pussy now exposed, Scott dropped to his knees and pushed her thighs further apart. The heat of his breath was already triggering more arousal.
“Permission to go down on my future lawyer,” he said.
“Mmm…permission granted!” Jennifer said intently.
Armed with her legal recourse, Scott began proving that another lurid rumor about him was very true. He was damn good at giving women oral sex.
He used his lips and tongue as skillfully as any articulate attorney. He probed her depths with his tongue, stimulating parts pussy that hadn’t been stimulated in a long time. He licked and fingered her sensitive flesh, evoking a potent blend of heat and sensations that coursed through her body. Having a psychic wife must have given him incredible insight into female anatomy because he knew all the right spots to hit.
“Yes! Ooh yes! Ohhh that feels so good!” Jennifer moaned out.
It was a good thing her office had thick walls. They were supposed to contain the heated arguments she often had with clients and colleagues. They’d never contained cries of ecstasy. It was a welcome change, among other things.
Scott stepped up the intensity of his oral sex, probing deeper with his tongue and using his fingers to fondle her outer folds. He was getting her so wet and aroused. Jennifer shifted and tensed under the escalating sensations, kneading her breasts and descending further into a state of intense desire.
Like a good prosecutor laying out all the hard facts, Scott was incredibly thorough in bringing her to full arousal. He made his case. He let the evidence speak for itself and that evidence was clear. She was fully aroused and very horny. That soon became abundantly clear to Scott, as well.
“I think I’ve made an effective opening statement,” he said as he rose up from the floor.
“Effective indeed!” Jennifer said gleefully.
“If it pleases the course, I’d like to proceed,” he said with decidedly unsubtle innuendo.
“Proceed as you please, Mr. Summers!”
The next phase of their intimate trial began. Scott slipped out of his boxers, revealing his fully-erect penis. He then grasped her legs just above her knees, pushed them apart into a spread-eagle formation, and stood at the front of her desk where he aligned his pelvis with hers.
As he positioned himself between her legs, she saw that he was every bit as endowed as the rumors suggested. Other rumors hinted that the incident in Jamaica Bay had endowed him with something else. She was curious about that too, but for the moment, she had a more pressing case before her.
“I hope this makes my case,” Scott said intently.
He thrust his hips forward. In a direct, focused act, he entered her. Jennifer felt her inner folds stretch and her lower body shift as a new round of hot, sensual sensations followed. Now lying back on her desk, her skirt scrunched up around her waist, her world started rocking as the former X-Men leader went to work.
“Yes! Ohhh yes, Mr. Summers!” she moaned out. “So good! You make your case…so good!”
Deep grunts and blissful moans replaced the articulate arguments that often echoed from these walls. Jennifer closed her eyes and grabbed onto the side of her desk, knocking over some folders and office supplies in the process as Scott pumped his cock into her. Just as he’d shown with his oral sex skills, he also demonstrated he knew how to fuck a horny woman.
Their naked skin banged with every motion, the sounds of their flesh smacking echoing over their moans. Jennifer’s breasts bounced in accord with the rhythm. She writhed and shifted under the weight of the feeling, tensing her inner muscles every time Scott thrust into her. That extra tightness seemed to encourage him. He humped harder and faster, pushing her legs further apart and leaning over for more leverage.
“Ooh, Ms. Walters! So hot…so tight,” he grunted.
“Mmm…you like it, don’t you? You like hot, tight pussy!” Jennifer said with a lurid grin.
“Yes! Ohhh yes!”
They fucked harder and faster, so much so that the desk shook violently. More papers and supplies fell to the floor. She didn’t care. She was already close to coming. Jennifer hadn’t had a good, quality orgasm with another person in too long. She didn’t need a judge or a legal brief to prove that.
As the ecstasy approached, she shot up from the desk and latched onto Scott’s shoulders. In this position, she rocked her hips to supplement each thrust, further intensifying the pace of their sex. She looked him in the eye with that same intense look from earlier, reminding him that she was still very serious.
“I’m close, Mr. Summers. I’m real…real close!” Jennifer told him. “You want…to prove it? Prove it now!”
“As you wish,” he said without hesitation.
He locked eyes with her, working his hips harder and faster for the final push. His grunts grew louder and his member throbbed inside her, as if to match his strength with hers. Jennifer tried not to make it too easy for him. She kept urging him on, shoving her breasts in his face to distract him.
It was no use. He still made her come. After a few more powerful, concise thrusts, Scott sent her over the edge and into an orgasmic frenzy.
“Oohhh fuck yeah!” Jennifer exclaimed.
It hit her almost as hard as any gamma-irradiated monster. A fury of sensual sensations erupted within her core, spreading out all over her body in a release that left her feeling stronger than she’d thought possible. Even in her non-Hulk form, that was quite an accomplishment.
As she trembled under the weight of the orgasm, she closed her eyes and threw her head back, allowing Scott to bury his face in her breasts even more. He ceased his thrusting, allowing her to enjoy her orgasm as much as he enjoyed her breasts. Their flesh remained entwined while she soaked up the feeling.
After the feeling passed by, only light gasps and heavy breathing remained. Jennifer, her expression now dazed with ecstasy, stopped being her serious, lawyer-like self and smiled. Scott smiled back, pulling out of her and drawing her into a sensual kiss.
“The prosecution rests,” Jennifer said.
“Thanks for letting me make my case,” said Scott.
“And you made it so well. I only wish all attorney/client exchanges were this satisfying!”
“It’s always a good to keep your legal team satisfied,” he quipped, “but I hope that means you still have time for my rebuttal.”
“Rebuttal? You really think we need a rebuttal?” she laughed.
“I don’t think we need one. However, if you’re interested, I’d like to offer one.”
Now, Scott was the one who sounded overly serious. He released her from his embrace and took a step back, leaving her still sitting at the edge of her desk in just her wrinkled up skirt. Then, he casually removed his ruby-quartz glasses to reveal his glowing red eyes.
According to other, less lurid rumors, Scott used to have to keep those glasses on all the time. They helped keep his powers at bay. He didn’t need them anymore for control. He just wore them to hide the glow. However, as he stood before her under the fluorescent lights of her office, his glowing eyes flickered with a different kind of energy.
“People respond to power differently,” Scott said. “Laws are supposed to manage, mitigate, and contain that power. But the law can only go so far. Sometimes, how we use our power comes down to who we are.”
As he mused about the nature of law and power, the glowing in his eyes erupted into a halo of fiery energy. He radiated with power. Being the product of gamma energy, Jennifer sensed the intensity of that power. It left her both impressed and curious. Having just had sex, as well, the presence of such power kept her aroused in more ways than one.
“Well, there goes the last of the rumors,” Jennifer said.
“You mentioned how you had to limit yourself to keep this job,” Scott went on. “You can’t always be Jennifer Walters and She-Hulk. You’re often stuck doing one or the other, not unlike your cousin.”
“Except he has a lifetime anger issues. Mine are…different,” she said.
“And keeping them separate probably doesn’t help,” he said. “So with that in mind, let’s blur the lines a bit.”
His body now fully surrounded with cosmic fire, he approached her again. He caressed her face and trailed his hand up her thighs. His touch reignited the desires that had gone unmet until moments ago. It also helped stir the latent gamma energy that flowed through her blood. It didn’t take a skilled cross-examination to surmise what he had in mind.
“I think I know what you’re suggesting,” Jennifer said. “Just so you know, getting intimate in that way can be a little…chaotic.”
“I’d be shocked if it didn’t,” said Scott with a coy grin.
“It can also be a bit more intensive,” she told him. “It’s not something you want to suggest if you don’t have the stamina for it.”
“Maybe Scott Summers and Jennifer Walters have immutable limits, in that respect. We’ve been defined by those limits all our life. But as the Phoenix Force and She-Hulk…I think we have a chance to break precedent here.”
“You just had to use lawyer-speak to turn me on again, didn’t you?”
“It’s working, isn’t it?”
Jennifer cast him a seductive, almost menacing glance. More than one person had joked about it. Tony Stark had made more than a few colorful comments about how She-Hulk conducted herself during intimate moments. Those remarks usually earned him a snide glance, but it was no laughing matter.
She did get horny in her She-Hulk form. It was just as intense as her non-Hulk form, but was prone to certain complications. Her cousin once told her that when every muscle was empowered with gamma, it amplified certain bodily functions. In the same way it gave greater strength to muscles and healing, it gave a unique boost to sexual functions. It was just a matter of finding someone durable enough to handle it.
For that reason, she’d only done it in her Hulk form a handful of times. Most men even recoiled at the idea of sticking their dick in a gamma-powered woman. Scott didn’t seem the least bit put off. If his still-erect cock was any indication, he was intrigued by it.
“I hope you know what you’re getting into, Mr. Summers,” Jennifer said, already feeling the energy brewing beneath her skin. “You’re making me horny again. And you’ll either love it or hate it when I’m horny!”
“Only one way to find out,” the former X-Men leader said confidently.
There was no going back now. He thought he could handle sex with She-Hulk. He was going to either regret it or treasure it.
Still naked, except for her skirt, Jennifer closed her eyes and summoned the energy within her blood. In a familiar transformation, her muscles bulged, her skin turned green, and body radiated with the immense strength of the Hulk. As her body grew, much of her skirt was torn, leaving it partially shredded. By the time her transformation was complete, she was flushed with newfound energy, including the sexual kind.
As if to match her energy, the fiery halo surrounding body intensified. His glowing eyes took on a fiery new shade. Like power attracting power, his cosmic energy was drawn her gamma energy. It almost felt too perfect.
“Power, grace, brains, and brawn,” Scott said as he approached her hulked out form. “No offense to your cousin, but you make hulking out look so much better.”
“None taken. Bruce said the same thing,” She-Hulk said with a seductive glance, “and while your wife probably looks sexier in a cosmic bird, I still prefer your company.”
“I appreciate that.”
“You can show your appreciation by putting that cosmic-powered dick to good use!”
She spoke with a sexual aggressiveness that she never showed as Jennifer Walters. It was one of the more subtle traits of She-Hulk. She was a lot more sexually assertive. It often intimidated other men, especially in her hulked-out form. That was not the case with Scott Summers.
Without hesitation, he approached her again. He smothered her lips with his, grasping her breasts with both hands and kneading them with a strength not possible without the aid of a cosmic force. She kissed back with heavy tongue, showing it was just as strong as the rest of her muscles. She also hungrily grabbed his still-erect cock and rubbed it with Hulk-level strength. It was more than enough to trigger a new level of desire.
“Bend over,” Scott said in a voice that matched her assertiveness.
She-Hulk shot him a seductive glare. His fearless intent to fuck a hulked-out woman turned her on in ways she hadn’t felt in a long time. She was already very horny, her inner thighs burning with gamma-induced arousal. Scott’s body, especially the area around his dick, radiated with more cosmic energy, as if to match her arousal.
Following their intense lust, She-Hulk turned around, bent over her desk, and grabbed the edges, causing parts of it to splinter. Scott positioned himself behind her, tearing off what remained of her skirt to get a perfect few of her voluptuous green ass. There was no further teasing or foreplay. He simply grasped her hips, aligned the tip of his cock with her wet entrance, and thrust his hips forward.
Just as before, his manly flesh penetrated her womanly depths. Unlike before, there were forces at work other than lust.
“Damn! That’s really…really tight!” Scott grunted.
“Mmm…that’s gamma pussy for you!” She-Hulk said. “It’s hotter…tighter…stronger!”
She showed off that strength, tensing her inner muscles to put some extra heat around his cock. That evoked a deep grunt from Scott, as well as a brief flare of cosmic power. It both got her point across and motivated him to fuck her in ways he’d never fucked another woman.
“Gamma pussy…I like it!” he said with a manly grin.
Showing off some strength of his own, Scott began hammering away. He worked his hips back and forth, pumping his cock within her tight, throbbing folds. He put a lot more force and fervor into his movements than before. It showed in how he rocked her body with each motion, causing her to grip the desk harder, breaking parts of it off.
She didn’t care. She could always get a new desk. For some hot, gamma-powered sex, it was more than worth it.
“Yes! Yes! Ohhh yes!” She-Hulk moaned through heavy panting. “Give it to me, Scott! Give me that Phoenix-powered dick!”
There was that distinct, Hulk-level aggression again. In a fight, it was so intimidating. During sex, it sent a clear message for the kind of humping she wanted. Scott got that message loud and clear.
Like a man possessed – literally and figuratively, given the forces involved – Scott humped her hard and fast. The sound of his pelvis repeatedly smacking against her ass filled the room, echoing alongside their determined grunts. It almost sounded like a fight, which seemed befitting for a Hulk. However, there was no violent struggle to overcome. Instead, there was just a shared determination for intimacy and ecstasy.
Scott matched her determination. Every time she tensed her inner muscles and bucked her hips, he responded with a focused thrust of his own. He also threw in hard swats of her butt, taking full advantage of her durable flesh. It took a lot of force for her to feel that kind of impact. Thanks to the power of the Phoenix Force, he made sure she felt it and it felt good.
“Yes! Ohhh yes! Smack that ass! Smack that gamma green ass!” She-Hulk yelled out.
She did most of the dirty talk. Scott let his actions do most of the talking. That was fine by her. It kept the pace of the sex intense. For a horny woman with gamma-powered blood, it worked out perfectly.
They went at it with a vigor that would’ve broken less durable bodies, humping and groping one another with frenzied lust. They went at it so hard that her desk nearly broke in half. They shifted positions just in time with She-Hulk rising up, turning around, and guiding Scott to the wall next to her filing cabinets. From there, he lifted her up, held her legs apart, and hammered away into her pussy. He kissed and nibbled around her neck, causing more deep moans and vulgar dirty talk.
They ended up making a few dents in the wall. They also knocked over stacks of papers and books on nearby tables. She even felt the walls and floors above shudder under the force of their sex. To anyone in the floor above, it must have felt like a small tremor. She’d have to explain that to the partners later. For now, she focused on enjoying the gamma/cosmic sex with Scott Summers.
It played out as well as any endeavor that required intense smashing. It wasn’t drawn out a moment longer than necessary. Scott remained intensely focused, his glowing eyes flickering with every fervent movement. His focus and strength allowed him to hit all the right spots, which was a hell of a feat for a hulked-out woman. His intentions were clear. He was going to make her come again.
That feeling rapidly approached as they humped and pumped with reckless abandon, so much so that her hair became a disheveled mess. It was a lot hotter and stronger than before, like tapping a new source of energy. It usually took a lot more to get her that close to orgasm in her She-Hulk form, but Scott had already taken her to the brink. Sensing he was ready too, she grabbed onto his shoulders and prepared for a special climax.
“Harder, Scott! Smash that pussy harder!” She-Hulk urged. “I’m so close…so fucking…close!”
“Me…too!” Scott grunted.
Flesh burned hot with sensation.
Unique energies erupted between them.
Scott’s cosmic halo mixed perfectly with her gamma-powered radiance.
In a perfect convergence of power and pleasure, they both climaxed.
“Oohhhh fuck yeah!”
It reverberated through the room like one of Hulk’s roars in battle. However, instead of rage, it echoed with ecstasy.
She-Hulk closed her eyes, curled her toes, and smashed her fist against a nearby wall as the orgasmic waves coursed through her. She left quite a dent, but didn’t care in the slightest. From her core to the rest of her hulking form, hot pleasure coursed through her system. It was the kind of ecstasy that ignited her gamma-laced flesh with a rare, but powerful feeling.
That extra-throbbing of her inner muscles helped Scott enjoy the feeling too. She watched as the determined strain on his face turned into a release of ecstasy. Even within a halo of cosmic energy, he became awash in euphoria as he finally got his release. She felt his member throb inside her, filling her pussy with a hot load of fluid.
It didn’t concern her, though. In her hulk form, her body burned off the cum before it did anything. She just rarely got a chance to take advantage of it in her personal life. Thanks to Scott, she remembered why it was a feeling worth pursuing every now and then.
“Mmm…now that’s my kind of smashing,” She-Hulk said in her orgasmic daze. “You’re lucky. Most men don’t get to enjoy gamma-powered sex…and remain intact.”
“Lucky, indeed,” said Scott breathlessly.
They shared a playful laugh and a few intimate gestures. Then, Scott withdrew from her and fell to the floor in a state of exhaustion. Jennifer could hardly blame him. Sex with a Hulk was intense, even for those with cosmic power.
Still reeling from the feeling as well, she sat down on the floor across from him, keeping her back against the wall. While Scott’s Phoenix-shaped halo faded, she remained in her She-Hulk form. The office was still a mess and she was fairly positive that at least one person in the building noticed. There would be plenty of time to explain that and put on some new clothes later.
She’d just cemented a new partnership and a new opportunity. This was as much a time to celebrate as it was to enjoy the afterglow.
“Sorry if it got a little hectic,” said Jennifer, still smiling in her She-Hulk form. “That tends to happen whenever Hulks are involved in anything…including sex.”
“No need to apologize, Ms. Walters,” said Scott. “Sometimes, hectic can be a good thing. In fact, it can be a very good thing when properly channeled.”
“Spoken like a man who just developed a taste for gamma pussy,” she teased.
“Call it whatever you want. After everything that’s happened with me and Jean, I’ve come to see things differently. The world is bigger in some ways, but smaller in others. Going between one level of power to another tends to reveal that in unexpected ways.”
“Don’t I know it,” said Jennifer. “Not a lot of people get to appreciate that perspective. It’s good to have someone who understands.”
“I agree,” said Scott with a friendly smile. “It’s even better when you have someone who understands enough to give it legal weight.”
“No objections here.”
They shared another laugh as they caught their breath. As it all sank in, Jennifer noticed the stack of papers from X-Corp from earlier. They’d fallen off her desk and landed right next to where she and Scott were sitting. That might have been a sign that she needed this opportunity every bit as much as X-Corp. She’d already seen what Scott could do for her sexually. Who knew how much he and X-Corp could do for her career?
“I guess with that matter settled, I’m ready to make it official,” she said as she retrieved a pen and signed the document. “X-Corp now has a lawyer…a very skilled, very driven, and very motivated lawyer.”
“Happy to hear, Ms. Walters,” said Scott, shaking her hand to make it final. “And we’ll need all of that for what we have planned.”
“I’m sure you will,” she said, “even if ethics codes keep us from bumping uglies, I’m sure you’ll find ways to keep me busy.”
“That, we certainly will,” said Scott confidently. “X-Corp has big goals and bold visions. We’ll need plenty of connections and allies to make it work.”
“Well, it’s safe to say we’ve done plenty of connecting today,” Jennifer joked.
“That we have,” said Scott with a snicker, “but rest assured, we’re not the only ones.”
Outer Space – The Moon
“Earth…a tiny speck in the universe endowed with great meaning. It never ceases to astonish me.”
The Silver Surfer – once known as Norrin Radd, a lowly scholar of Zenn-La – had ventured to the farthest ends of the universe. He had seen things no sentient being had ever seen. He had experienced wonders that defied description. Once a servant of the ancient world-devour, Galactus, he had taken part in acts that shook the foundations of the universe.
Then, he encountered this unremarkable world and encountered its remarkable people. No matter how long he lived or how far he ventured, the Silver Surfer’s fate would always be tied to Earth. It was on this world that he made his fateful choice to abandon his master. For that fateful choice, he paid a price.
“Shalla-Bal,” he said in solemn whisper, “you made Zenn-La worth saving. Your love guided me to make the greatest of sacrifices. It is a love that can only exist in memories. Now, as I stand between my old home and my new home, I am so hopeful, yet so uncertain.”
Standing atop his cosmic surfboard, watching the sun rise again over Earth’s horizon, the Silver Surfer watched on with a mix of awe and conflict. The abilities granted by the Power Cosmic gave him cosmic perspective, but he remained bound by the mortal coil that was Norrin Radd.
That tie was part of what brought him back to Earth. Not long ago, he’d endured his darkest hour as both Norrin and the Silver Surfer. Galactus had ravaged Zenn-La and Mephisto had taken his love. He fought hard to save Shalla-Bal. Eventually, he succeeded. In doing so, he’d endowed her with enough of the Power Cosmic to rebuild Zenn-La. After coming so close to losing it all, he had a chance to get everything back.
Unfortunately, fate took him down another path.
He’d saved his love and his world, but there was no longer a place for him with either. Shalla-Bal was now Empress. Zenn-La was rebuilding while he remained bound by the destiny of the Power Cosmic. He’d accepted his fate. That didn’t make the burden any less difficult.
“I saved you. I saved Zenn-La. Through you, I found the strength to save myself,” the Silver Surfer said to the dazzling horizon. “Now, I need a different kind of strength…one I cannot find in my old home.”
“Then, perhaps you can find it here, Norrin,” came a familiar voice.
Jarred from his solemn musings, he turned towards the opposing horizon to see a fiery, bird-shaped figure approach. The Silver Surfer smiled at her dazzling presence. Whereas countless beings had learned to tremble at the sight of the Phoenix Force, his cosmic awareness helped him sense that something had changed in this ancient power. It was that exact change that brought him back to Earth.
“Phoenix,” the Silver Surfer greeted, “or do you prefer I call you Jean Grey?”
“It’s actually Jean Grey-Summers,” she said, smiling as she hovered before him. “Didn’t you hear in the cosmic web? I’m married now!”
“My apologies,” he replied. “Congratulations, Ms. Grey-Summers. The cosmos have certainly taken notice of your love.”
“I hope that doesn’t mean we’ve been too loud with our passions. The last thing we want to do is disrupt the cosmic order of things.”
“I assure you, the cosmos is celebrating your love. As for how loud, it has been…well, I can only confirm that it has resonated.”
Jean Grey-Summers smiled and laughed through her fiery halo. Such a joyous gesture helped bring a needed warmth to the cold depths of space. The Silver Surfer managed a slight smile, as well. Humor and joy were still difficult concepts for someone with cosmic awareness. Jean made it easier. It was a refreshing feeling.
She eventually hovered close enough to stand on the other end of his cosmic surfboard. Upon landing, she tempered her fiery halo. Her body remained surrounded by cosmic flames, but her human figure was very visible. She even had on human-like attire, consisting of white bodysuit with golden gloves and a golden Phoenix emblem on her chest. The Silver Surfer recognized it as the garb of the White Phoenix of the Crown. Between its beauty and her power, such a presence inspired hope rather than dread.
“I’m glad you got my summons,” said Jean. “I’m sorry if it was somewhat vague. My husband and I are still adjusting to the finer aspects of cosmic power.”
“I can attest the adjustment is difficult,” said the Silver Surfer, “but after a while, it becomes rather serene.”
“After what my husband and I have been through, we welcome serenity. That said, we’re not opposed to shaking things up. And I’m not just referring to our intimate passions.”
“I hadn’t assumed as such, but I appreciate the clarification.”
“In the spirit of that effort, we tapped into the Phoenix Force’s cosmic essence to reach out to you. We learned through our friends in the Fantastic Four that you are among the few who has seen both sides of cosmic perspective. You started as a man trying to save his world. You sacrificed everything to become what you are, but not every connection to your former life was lost.”
“I can already see the parallels with you and your husband,” said the Silver Surfer.
“That’s why we reached out to you. I’d like to deepen that connection while establishing new ones.”
“New connection? What kind?”
“The kind that strengthen our ties to between the cosmos and our hearts. I believe we need not sacrifice one for the other. In fact, I believe we can use one to supplement the other.”
She reached out and caressed his face. Even through his silvery skin, he felt the warmth of her touch. The Silver Surfer hadn’t felt that kind of warmth since he last embraced Shalla-Bal. Not long ago, he was resigned to the knowledge that he’d never feel that kind of warmth again. The gentle touch of Jean Grey-Summers changed that. The Power Cosmic took notice.
“You speak of connections that have always been tenuous and temporary,” the Silver Surfer pointed out.
“Yes. I’m aware of the challenges,” said Jean, still smiling with confidence and radiance.
“When I left Zenn-La, I only had memories of my home and my loved ones to maintain those bonds. The never-ending procession of destruction and devouring by Galactus made those memories feel so much smaller.”
“But that only made them more precious, didn’t they?” she said.
The Silver Surfer smiled at her observation. He also took her hand in his, conveying some warmth of his own. He almost forgot how good it felt. He certainly didn’t want to forget.
“You’re use of cosmic awareness is uncanny, Jean,” he told her.
“I’m a fast learner. With powers like mine, you have to be,” Jean said with a humored grin.
“It’s that same awareness that kept me torn. I had my memories of the past. Those memories kept me going. They gave me the strength to abandon my role as Herald to Galactus. At the same time, this awareness leaves me feeling empty in the present…adrift and resigned to a future of purposeless wandering.”
“You make it sound unavoidable.”
“It certainly seems that way, at times. At others, I am uncertain. Since leaving my love behind to rebuild Zenn-La, I have searched for greater certainty. I’ve yet to find it.”
“Sometimes, you can’t search for that sort of thing,” Jean pointed out. “Sometimes, it finds you. You just have to be ready for it.”
She took his hand in hers. She lightly squeezed it, conveying more warmth and connection. With the Power Cosmic, the Silver Surfer could obliterate planets and fly through supernovas. Even with all that power, he was still struck by Jean’s kind and comforting gestures.
As she held his hand, she turned towards the Earth. She marveled at the sight of the rising sun. He had seen many stars rise over the horizons of many planets. It didn’t fill him with the same awe it once did, but alongside Jean, he felt a touch of that wonder. It gave an otherwise mundane sight in the cosmic landscape a deeper meaning.
“I certainly wasn’t ready for the Phoenix Force when it arrived,” Jean said distantly. “I was even less prepared for the harsh truths it revealed to me.”
“Cosmic awareness has that effect on mortal minds,” the Silver Surfer pointed out.
“That’s just it. It had nothing to do with cosmic awareness. When Scott and I connected with the Phoenix Force, we got a brief glimpse into our future. We saw visions of the lives we would live and the losses we would endure. Even the Phoenix got a glimpse of what it would become, due to its connection to others like me.”
“Insights to the future are often even more tenuous,” he noted.
“I agree. We were limited to what we could see, but we saw enough to know that we wanted something better…something that could bring us purpose, joy, and fulfillment.”
“And have you achieved that?” the Silver Surfer asked.
“When it comes to the future, it’s difficult to be certain,” she conceded, “but I can still say with confidence that we’re on a better path. And we’d like to keep that way. Sometimes, the best way to do that is to have others share the journey.”
She turned back to face him. She still had such kindness and compassion in her eyes. Cosmic perspective had not changed that. If anything, it expanded those sentiments.
As if to share in that feeling, she clutched his hand with both of hers. She surrounded him and his surfboard with the halo of the Phoenix Force. It didn’t just contain the energy of a primordial being driven by death and rebirth. It also flowed with the love and spirit of a very mortal woman with an exceptionally uncanny heart.
The part of him still connected to Norrin Rad emerged from his cosmic form. He reached out and trailed his hand down Jean’s face. Her beauty and grace shone with the radiance of an entire galaxy. In that moment, a sense of awe came over him the likes of which he thought he’d never feel again.
“Scott and I are building something together on Earth…something bold and exciting,” Jean went on. “We want those visions of a bleak future to inspire a brighter present. It starts with our lives, but extends to many others. Much of it is occurring on Earth, but we know that it’s only a matter of time before it resonates with the cosmos.”
“It already has, Jean,” the Silver Surfer said to her. “That, I can readily affirm.”
“All the more reason to establish new connections in the stars,” she said with logic that would’ve impressed the greatest minds on Zenn-La. “Scott and I have so much to do within the confines of this uncanny world. At the same time, we realize that our pursuit of a better future could have cosmic ramifications.”
“And you wish to make sure those ramifications are positive,” he surmised.
“That’s one of our goals,” she said. “Someone like you is in a position to sense the upheavals we might cause. Whatever form they take, you have both the opportunity and the ability to confront them.”
“Indeed, the Power Cosmic gives me such awareness,” he said, “and I’d be very willing to use that awareness to aid the Phoenix Force in her new path. But is service from a former Herald of Galactus all you seek?”
“Of course not,” said Jean. “Your assistance is appreciated, especially as Scott and I navigate these cosmic issues. But we don’t just want to do it in the name of exchanging favors. Beyond that, we seek to share our unique perspective with the cosmos.”
“You really think there’s room for such perspective on a cosmic scale?”
“I know there is,” Jean said with complete certainly. “We’ve seen how bad things can get on a cosmic scale. We dare to imagine how great they can be. We have the passion to pursue it. With or without cosmic awareness, a touch of passion goes a long way.”
She described a very human and very mortal feeling. The Silver Surfer knew passion well. He’d experienced it a great deal as Norrin Rad. The Power Cosmic was supposed to transcend such feelings. Galactus convinced him as such. Now, Jean Grey-Summers was directly contesting it.
Still holding his hand in hers, she moved in closer to him. She stood so close that her face was the only thing in his field of view. The stars, the planets, and the vast ocean of space was no longer bombarding him with its scale and size. There was only the presence of a beautiful human woman.
She only made that presence indelible for eons to come when she leaned in and kissed him. In that moment, the passion she’d just described took form and substance. Her soft sensuous lips made contact with his slivery cosmic skin. Frail flesh touched with durable cosmic manifestations. In a moment that defied physics and fate, the passions of Norrin Rad became entwined with the desires of the Silver Surfer.
‘That’s it, Norrin Rad. Kiss me. Kiss me as Jean Grey. Kiss me as the Phoenix Force. We are one in the same. And yet, we are still distinct.’
Her telepathic thoughts resonated. A Herald of Galacus, even a former one, should’ve been above such feelings. The Power Cosmic was too vast and great. Even so, the Silver Surfer kissed back with a passion that mirrored Jean’s. Without hesitation, he followed that passion.
‘Phoenix…Jean Grey-Summers,’ said the Silver Surfer through his mind as their lips were entwined. ‘It has been a while since I shared intimate passions with another.’
‘That’s okay. It doesn’t show,’ she replied with a hint of humor.
‘But the desired connection you seek…the perspective I sense you want to share…I am not certain how it will convey the expected meaning.’
‘Well, we won’t know that until we try it, won’t we?’
There was a playfulness in her thoughts that was uncommon among beings endowed with cosmic power. That only heightened the Silver Surfer’s passions as he continued kissing Jean. Already, he felt the inner desires of the man he used to be returning with a vengeance.
He embraced Jean in his arms, exploring her feminine form with his hands. Through her touch and gestures, she felt a sincerity and affection that could make any being from any world feel loved. That universal feeling – to be desired, cared for, and loved by another – was among the most powerful experience a sentient being could have. The Power Cosmic could obscure it, but it could never override it.
As they kissed and embraced, they flew in closer to the Earth. They were just at a point where the radiance of the sun bathed them in a steady glow. The Phoenix Force responded, expanding its halo to create a hotter, more comfortable domain. It was like a flickering flame within the cold, dead expanse of space. Within that warmth, the Silver Surfer sensed a desire within Jean Grey-Summers that was both very human and very cosmic, in nature.
As the desire escalated, she broke the kiss. She remained in his arms, pressing her elegant form against his body. She then cupped his face and leaned in close, looking into his eyes with a penetrating gaze that would’ve frozen Galactus.
“Surfer,” she said.
“Please…call me, Norrin,” he said to her.
“Take me,” she told him in a voice laced with intimate undertone, “take me right here…as a man and not a herald.”
It didn’t take cosmic awareness to surmise her intent. He might have been a being from another world, imbued with the Power Cosmic, but the Silver Surfer recognized the universal call for intimate engagement.
Jean made it even clearer when she broke the embrace, took a step back on his board, and gestured to her body with a glowing hand. Almost immediately, a fiery flare formed around her. In an instant, her White Phoenix of the Crown attire dissolved. She now stood fully naked, her voluptuous body illuminated by a convergence of cosmic flame and beaming sunlight. Even for someone who had seen countless cosmic spectacles, it was quite a sight.
“By the spirits of Zenn-La,” the Silver Surfer gasped. “Jean…your beauty is worthy of cosmic significance.”
“Thanks!” she said with playful grin. “It’s good to know that naked women have universal appeal.”
“Yours is more universal than most,” he said, reaching out to touch her wondrous flesh, “but how do you propose I take you? My current form may make that difficult.”
Jean laughed and embraced him again. The feeling of her naked skin against his silvery form felt even better. She didn’t seem the least bit worried. She just gestured with her hand again, forming a ball of cosmic flame at one of her fingertips, and held it up.
“It’s only difficult if you lack perspective,” said Jean. “The Phoenix Force is a force of creation and destruction. Most people know that. What they don’t know is the purpose behind it. Creation and destruction are just a means to an end…a process for fixing what does not or cannot work.”
“You think these desires you seek can be fixed?” the Silver Surfer asked curiously.
“That’s just it. There’s nothing to fix with you, Norrin Rad. You just need a little spark to make it work.”
With a playful, almost mischievous grin, she lightly touched his forehead with the tip of her fingers. From this simple gesture, the cosmic flame she’d formed entered him. Immediately, the effects took hold and they were quite revealing.
In a process that felt like reconnecting with a forgotten part of himself, the Silver Surfer’s cosmic form briefly faded and the form of Norrin Rad emerged. The Power Cosmic remained, but his form took a very different, yet very familiar shape.
Looking down at his hands and torso, he watched as his silvery skin receded like a tide. It revealed the fleshy form he once had before he became a Herald of Galactus. That form included a set of male genitalia between his legs. As he touched his body to affirm his flesh was real, Jean’s grin widened as she took in his new appearance.
“I see the men on Zenn-La were exceptionally endowed,” she commented.
“Thank you, Jean. I’m…at a loss for words,” the Silver Surfer said, still marveling at his form. “I did not think it possible to return to this form.”
“It was always possible, Norrin. Galactus made you his Herald. He didn’t take away what you once were. All I did was provide a catalyst…one that will help us pursue our shared desires.”
She made it sound like she hadn’t just redefined everything the Silver Surfer thought he knew about himself and the Power Cosmic. He might have been overthinking it, which was no easy feat for someone with cosmic awareness. Jean made it much easier when she pulled him into another kiss, giving him his first taste of skin-on-skin contact in ages.
‘Don’t let the weight of the universe get in the way of your heart. I can sense you’re a good man with a noble soul, Norrin Rad. Give me a chance to connect with that man. And maybe…just maybe…dare to enjoy the fruits of our cosmic connections.’
The former Herald of Galactus needed no words to express his support for such an effort. He let his gestures send a clear, unambiguous message. He and Jean Grey-Summers were going to engage in cosmic coitus.
As they kissed and embraced, the machinations of that basic, intimate act came rushing back to the Silver Surfer. He eagerly savored the taste of her lips and tongue. He even exercised a little playfulness, twirling her tongue with his in a way his former love once enjoyed. Jean enjoyed it just as much, laughing joyously and pawing his body with her soft hands.
He returned her sensual touching as well. He felt his way around her feminine features, squeezing her shapely buttocks and fondling her ample breasts. The Silver Surfer also slipped his hand between her legs to stimulate her genitalia. Thanks to his cosmic awareness, he knew the intricate details of human anatomy. He made good use of it, probing her folds with his fingers and skillfully rubbing her clitoris.
Jean reacted with sharp gasps and joyous moans. His touching also prompted her to step up her own brand of cosmic foreplay. She reached down to stroke his penis while trailing her lips down his neck, giving certain areas a light nibble. He reacted strongly. She must have used her cosmic awareness or read his mind to know how much he liked that.
“Oh my…” the Silver Surfer gasped.
“It’s okay, Norrin. Enjoy it!” Jean said to him.
A hint of elation echoed in his gasps. The idea that he, a Herald of Galactus and bringer of destruction, should experience such elation seemed inappropriate. He didn’t need permission, but getting it from a fellow cosmic being made it feel right.
It also completed the escalation of sexual arousal. Jean’s creative use of cosmic power and intimate gestures had rendered him fully erect. His targeted touching of her feminine anatomy had made her very moist. The next stage of their intimate connection awaited.
“I’m ready,” Jean whispered.
“As am I,” the Silver Surfer replied.
She smiled warmly at him.
He smiled back at her.
Together, they were two beings endowed with cosmic purpose. Now, they channeled that purpose into an act of shared intimacy.
It played out like a cosmic special of unique brilliance. Jean levitated from his board, becoming as light as flowing air. She then wrapped her legs around his waist while he wrapped his arms around her torso, placing one hand on her buttocks and the other on her shoulder. As he stood firmly on his board, they aligned their bodies in preparation for their sexual union. From there, cosmic forces gave way to something more intimate.
“Norrin…” Jean gasped.
“Jean…” he replied in deepening daze.
She lowered her hips, allowing his rigid masculine flesh to penetrate her depths. He felt her hot folds part, immersing his member in a hot vice of flesh. He watched as her expression became awash with joy. In the light of the Phoenix Force and the rising sun, her beauty was worthy of her cosmic endowments.
Such spectacle and sensation filled every fiber of his being with a special kind of bliss. The Silver Surfer hadn’t forgotten the joys of the sex act. He had many memories of numerous nights of passion between him and Shalla-Bal. As wonderful as those memories were, there was no denying the value of the present. In that spirit, he reconnected with the part of himself that the Power Cosmic could not subsume.
‘Our connection is made. Now, let it deepen!’
Through the dazzling halo of cosmic energies, an outburst of passion followed. Jean began moving her hips, riding his cock without the shackles of gravity to hinder her. She was intense, but affectionate, working her intimate flesh with his at a harmonious pace.
He joined her in such passionate efforts. Using his legs, as well as his grip on her buttocks, he supplemented her motions. He soon had her bouncing and bucking with his intimate embrace, her inner folds slithering smoothly along the length of his cock. The lack of gravity made it easy and smooth. Through their shared effort, their sex gained vigor and intensity. In each other’s eyes, the passionate connection deepened.
“Such beauty…such grace…such wonder,” the Silver Surfer mused as he caressed her face.
“You’re doing it, Norrin,” Jean said in a daze. “Please…embrace it with me!”
She kissed him passionately. It was harder and more intense than before. She began moving her body more urgently, evoking more sensations and evoking more pleasure. It inspired the Silver Surfer to do the same.
‘We have the light of the cosmos to share in this feeling. Let’s make use of it!’
Feeling bolder, the Silver Surfer took flight with his cosmic surfboard. As they remained engaged in coitus, he flew her around the Earth and beyond. The sun rose and set within seconds. The fiery raptor of the Phoenix let out cries that echoed throughout the stars. It was beauty compounding beauty, a hot connection bringing needed warmth to a cold universe.
The feeling was indescribable, every movement bringing pleasure and connection. The Silver Surfer and Norrin Rad, the man he used to be, were now one in the same. Seeing Jean’s naked body entwined with his, feeling her naked flesh glisten and grind with his, filled him with astonishment he thought impossible. For him, it was profound. For her, however, it came so easy in a great many ways.
“Norrin! I’m close, Norrin! I’m so…so close!” Jean exclaimed.
“Jean…I feel it too,” he said.
He shifted both hands to her hips, working their bodies harder and faster in pursuit of greater ecstasy. Jean became her own spectacle, grabbing his shoulders and leaning back as she neared her sexual peak. He felt her achieve it when her lower body tensed with a force that could ignite a star.
“Oohhhh yes!”
In the throughs of cosmic ecstasy, the line between Jean Grey and the Phoenix Force blurred. A simple orgasm gained cosmic in breadth. The entire raptor of the Phoenix Force let out a roar that shook the fabric of the space around them. Pleasure, joy, affection, and connection took a tangible form. The Silver Surfer could only hold on and share in this powerful moment.
“The ecstasy of the cosmos…what a fine sight indeed!” the Silver Surfer said.
“Mmm…don’t just admire it, Norrin,” said Jean. “Share it with me!”
Her words were laced with orgasmic undertones. However, she remained quite energetic in her desires. She kissed him again, smothering his lips and entwining his sinews with her womanly flesh. In this heated gesture, he got a brief taste of the ecstasy that had consumed her during her orgasm. Whether by telepathy or cosmic power, it deepened their connection. It also intensified his own desire to share in the ecstasy.
“Share it, you say?” he said, sounding bolder than any Herald of Galactus ever dared. “Very well. You share your body with me. In turn, I will share with you the stars!”
Armed with his passions and his surfboard, he carried her on a cosmic journey while they remained in a full-coital embrace. Jean laughed and moaned joyously at their travels. The Silver Surfer realized quickly how much he loved hearing that joy. He smiled and laughed as well, more so than he had in ages. In addition to intensifying their sex, he flew her further through the local cosmos.
They flew around the moon.
They soared past Mars.
They passed through the clouds of Venus.
They explored the rings of Saturn.
Despite all these surrounding wonders, they remained focused on each other. The Silver Surfer kept kissing and caressing Jean’s naked body, much to her approval. The alignment and position of their bodies shifted to their playful whim, but their flesh remained united every step of the way.
At times, Jean leaned in extra-close, her breasts pressing up against his chest so she could kiss and nibble around his neck as he so loved. On other occasions, she leaned back so he could bury his face in her breasts, which she seemed to really enjoy. The former Herald of Galactus sensed her climax multiple times, evidenced largely through the euphoric cries of both her and the Phoenix Force. She willingly shared that pleasure through her telepathy and the Silver Surfer graciously accepted.
‘This shared feeling…this euphoria forged through the wonder of the cosmos…it is part of the bond that unites us. It is the humanity that transcends humans, mutants, or any sentient species. Stars burn out. Planets crumble. But this feeling resonates through time and space.’
That powerful message echoed along their cries of ecstasy. The resonance of a feeling that he once thought numb had never shown brighter. The Silver Surfer, through intimate passions shared with Jean Grey-Summers, felt a new connection forming within him. Part of that connection involved his own overdue climax.
“Jean…I’m very close,” the Silver Surfer panted. “I…I want to share this feeling too.”
“You will, Norrin,” said Jean with endearing certainty. “Come! Complete our cosmic tryst!”
Following his impassioned whims, he captured her lips in another kiss and lair her down upon his surfboard. Their little journey brought them back to the Earth, settling in an area in which it partially eclipsed the sun. It illuminated their naked bodies with just the right glow. The Silver Surfer maximized that radiance as he made the final push.
With Jean on her back, her legs hitched over his shoulders, the former Herald of Galactus delivered a final fury of focused movements. The same resolve that once allowed him to defy the primordial consumer of worlds helped him get to the cusp of ecstasy. He never diverted his gaze from Jean, urging her to join him in the feeling.
Her hands found his. Their fingers became entwined. With a warm smile and a fiery glint in her eyes, she held on as he crossed the final barrier. At that moment, he let the cosmos know his joy.
“By the Power Cosmic!” he proclaimed.
“Oohhh! Cosmic indeed!” Jean exclaimed.
A surge of pleasure followed. It was as overwhelming as any cosmic force. A fiery heat grew with him and spread out in all directions, carrying ripples of ecstasy. As he’d hoped, Jean Grey-Summers felt it too. He could sense her inner muscles contracting around his masculine flesh, embracing and entwining the wondrous experience.
Even with his cosmic awareness, the Silver Surfer couldn’t hope to process such a feeling. Under the light of the sun and the Earth, their naked bodies lingered. Even after it passed and their intimate union ceased, she continued to embrace him. His flesh started returning to his silvery form, as well. However, he’d never felt more human.
With such a great view before them, they laid together atop his board. She kept smiling and so did he, holding him in a way that cemented this newfound connection between flesh and the cosmos.
“Thank you, Jean,” said the Silver Surfer. “Thank you for sharing your unique perspective with me.”
“You’re welcome, Norrin,” said Jean as she rested her head on his chest, “and thank you for showing me the joys of cosmic thrill sex. I can’t wait to share it with my husband.”
“I hope you enjoys it as much as I did. I also hope to make something of this connection we’ve made.”
“Me too,” she said. “Bold dreams and bold visions require friends and allies of all kind.”
“And now you have one who is a former Herald of Galactus,” he pointed out. “Your boldness is nothing short of remarkable.”
“It has to be. Between cosmic power and renewed perspective, why shouldn’t we aim high with our aspirations?”
“I’ve no reason to doubt you and every incentive to support you,” the Silver Surfer said. “I would only advise you to remain attuned to such perspective. Sometimes, even the aid of the cosmos cannot stop others from being just as bold for less noble reasons.”
San Francisco – Golden Gate Bridge
“Errr! Let go of me! Let…go!” yelled a determined and desperate Carol “Ms. Marvel” Danvers.
“Don’t listen, Rogue! Hold on!” urged an equally-determined Mystique.
Those conflicting voices kept Anna Marie – also known as Rogue, a recent addition to the Brotherhood of Mutants – in a state of agony and chaos. Everything was going horribly wrong. The plan was supposed to be easy.
She and Mystique, her adopted mother, had tracked down Ms. Marvel. She was simply going to take her immense abilities with her mutant absorption powers and use them to free the rest of the Brotherhood. However, there was nothing simple about what was happening.
Upon their initial encounter, Carol fought back. That had been expected. The fight quickly escalated, taking them from Carol’s front door to the Golden Gate Bridge. That was less expected, but nothing Rogue hadn’t trained for. It only started going wrong when she finally got a firm grip on her face and started absorbing her powers.
“Ahhh! Too much!” Rogue cried out. “The power…it’s too much!”
“You can do this, Rogue! I know you can!” Mystique said, having just caught up to the fight.
She wanted to believe her adopted mother’s words. That was difficult when her battle with Ms. Marvel had already caused plenty of destruction to the northbound side of the bridge. Dozens of cars had been knocked aside. People in both lanes had jumped out and fled in terror as the battle unfolded. It was only by determination and a bit of luck that Rogue managed to get a hold of Ms. Marvel’s face.
She had her pinned to the railing overlooking the bay. Were she anyone else, she’d have been rendered unconscious by now and Rogue would have her powers. However, Ms. Marvel remained conscious. She kept fighting and fighting, so much so that her body began glowing with her powers. Rogue felt the energy surrounding her as well. She also felt Ms. Marvel’s mind start to clash with hers.
“I won’t…let you…beat me like this!” Ms. Marvel said defiantly.
“Mah head…Ah can’t…Ah don’t know…aagh!” Rogue yelled, her eyes now glowing erratically.
She was overwhelmed. She’d never held onto anyone this long. Nobody had ever fought her so hard. She was in uncharted territory with her powers. However, under her adopted mother’s watchful eye, she didn’t dare disappoint.
Then, as Mystique ventured closer to the chaos, a strange black portal opened next to her. Rogue barely saw it amidst the chaos. From it, a mysterious female figure in black garb emerged. By her side, a hideous humanoid figure with black-and-red skin followed closely.
“Just in time,” the woman said. “Carnage, you know what to do.”
“Do I ever!” the creature seethed.
Suddenly, a half-dozen tendrils shot out from the body of the creature the woman called Carnage. They all wrapped themselves around Mystique, catching her by surprise and pulling her away.
“Ahhh!” Mystique exclaimed. “Who dares?! Who the Hell are-mmf!”
She was quickly silenced. One of the blackish-red tendrils covered her mouth. They then bound her feet and ankles before pulling her back towards the mysterious woman.
Rogue, still holding onto Ms. Marvel, watched with shock and horror. What remained of the plan to rescue the Brotherhood with Ms. Marvel’s powers shattered completely. Whoever that woman was, she couldn’t let her escape.
“Momma!” Rogue exclaimed as she prepared to let go.
“Oh no you don’t!” said the redheaded woman.
She gestured towards her, her eyes flashing yellow and her hand glowing. Rogue then felt a strange new energy come over her, consuming her and Ms. Marvel. It struck her in a way that she felt down to her very soul.
Her skin burned.
Her mind burned.
Everything inside her burned.
Both she and Ms. Marvel cried out in pain. Whatever this woman had just hit her with, it was disrupting every fiber of her being and then some.
“Rogue!” Mystique yelled, despite her bound state.
“Quiet, shape-shifting bitch!” Carnage barked. “The Goblin Queen wants you silent. And what she wants, I want even more!”
“And right now, I want you, Raven Darkholme,” said the woman she called the Goblin Queen. “Don’t worry about your adopted daughter. I just hit her and her friend with a little disruptor spell. I’m fairly certain they’ll survive…although I doubt they’ll ever be the same.”
That was the last thing Rogue heard before the Goblin Queen and Carnage carried Mystique into the portal. Moments later, they disappeared. All she and Ms. Marvel could do was let out one last desperate cry before everything went black, their last thoughts being wrought with dread about what just happened to her.
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