Of Queens and Demons

Author’s Note: Thanks to my reviewers. You guys rock. Here’s the new chapter. It includes more Emma origin… Emma bonding with X-men… oh yeah, and Emma and Rogue finally get it on in this chapter. Hooray!

Emma Frost was not one for introspection. She had always thought that sorting through the past served no real purpose except to distract one from the future, and yet she couldn’t help the thoughts of her childhood that ran rampant through her head since morning. Years ago, when she had escaped the hospital and her over-protective parents, she had vowed to never look back. So why couldn’t she stop thinking about it? Perhaps it had been set off by her conversation with Jean the previous day. The events that turned Emma into White Queen… she had always tried not to dwell on them.

Rogue said she had tried to kill her mother. But Emma’s mother had always already been dead. Hazel Frost was an escapist who loved extra dry martinis and prescription pills. She abused these substances constantly and blamed it on her four children: Adrienne, Emma, Cordelia, and Christian. Adrienne, the older sister, always caused trouble at home by picking on her siblings. Cordelia and Christian grated Hazel’s nerves the most, especially Christian. She could forgive Cordelia’s sullenness and gothic clothing, but she could never forgive Christian for being a homosexual. But Emma was not stupid. She knew the women her father would take home. She knew the real reasons behind her mother’s addiction.

Winston Frost… Emma knew that even though he was her father, she hated the bastard with every fiber of her being. He had pitted his children against each other just to prove which one was “worthy” of inheriting the family fortune. Even worse, he had confined his own son to mental institution in response to his suicide attempt. Christian, she knew, had only wanted help – had wanted attention from a man incapable of love. It would be only a few years before Winston did the same for his mutant daughter…

When Emma was young and naïve, she had always wanted to be a teacher. She earned top marks in school, and she could explain even the most complicated physics formulas in a more agreeable manner. Of course, her father strongly disapproved and thought the vocation beneath any member of the Frost family. Then everything went south, leaving Emma, lonely, homeless, frightened and vengeful. She joined the Hellfire Club in order to take over Frost Enterprises, secure financial freedom, and finally get back at her father. But her days as White Queen had been a never-ending nightmare. Sebastian asked her to use her powers, her mind, and even her body to assassinate, black-mail, and steal from enemies of the Hellfire organization. In those dark hours, she had forgotten all about compassion and her love for teaching until she came to Xavier’s school. Yes, she still might be a cold, ruthless bitch, haunted by memories she wanted to forget, but she hadn’t lost that feeling. It was a human feeling… compassion and warmth over greed and lust. It was important that she remember it, she realized, or she would go back to the monster Sebastian had fashioned her into – the monster she had almost been unable to overcome.

Emma shook the thoughts from her head and forced herself to focus on the task at hand – the first lesson for Monday’s class. Jean had acquiesced, no doubt without some influence from Xavier or Scott, and added Rogue to the class. Kitty, Nightcrawler, Angel, and Iceman were among the roster as well as a few of the less juvenile new recruits. There was one thing Emma Frost could never deal with very well, and that was immaturity. Although, from what she had seen of Bobby Drake, he probably would be the most difficult of her students, especially considering that he had asked her out on a date at least a dozen different times.

She and Jean decided that the first day of class should be spent playing a game of truth or lie, since it would require the students to observe their teammate’s facial expressions and vocal inflection to decide which statement was true and which was false. It would be a perfect introduction to telepathy 101, as it illustrated that one did not require telepathy to accurately guess a person’s thoughts.

“I wonder who will win the game,” she wondered aloud. Rogue, she predicted, would be the hardest to decipher, but perhaps Katherine’s smarts and empathy would probably ensure victory. “Jean would probably be better at this guessing-game,” Emma muttered, “since she knows everyone better than I do.”

A knock sounded on the door. Scanning, she sensed Wolverine. She whirled around, curious. What did he want now? He had barely grunted at her since she arrived at the mansion. “Come in,” she called.

Logan opened the door. He had a hard look in his eyes, like someone who had been ordered to do something they weren’t particularly thrilled about and carried out the mission with determined resentment. “Sorry to bother you,” he said, “but Chuck wanted me to take you down to the Danger Room and show you the ropes.”

“The Danger Room?”

“It’s a control room where we run simulations and training exercises to prep the students for battle. Seeing as how you’re a full-fledged instructor now, you’ll need to know how to use it.”

Emma nodded in understanding. “Great. If you’d just let me finish up some things here, I’d be happy to meet you there.” Wolverine turned to leave but Emma cleared her throat. He stopped. “Um, excuse me, but… could you give me directions? I’m still new to the mansion’s floor plan.”

He chuckled and told her that he’d rather wait.

‘Fabulous,’ Emma thought, rolling her eyes. She quickly saved the files she had pulled up, lamenting that, because of certain nostalgia, she had barely accomplished anything. After signing off, she turned to Wolverine and smiled apologetically. “Right. Sorry about that. I’m ready now.”

She followed the Canadian as he moved through the halls to the elevator at the other side of the mansion. They climbed in and descended to the basement floor. Wolverine continued on before stopping in front of a large metal door. “This is it,” he said. Leveling his eye to a small camera embedded into the entrance, he waited for the system to recognize him. ‘Logan; codename Wolverine,’ a robotic voice said suddenly. ‘Confirm entry?’ Wolverine growled in the affirmative and ushered White Queen inside as the door slid open.

“First thing’s first,” Wolverine began, fixing his eye on the new girl, “all instructors not cleared by Xavier beforehand are forbidden to engage in training exercises that exceed level fifteen. However,” He paused and hit a few buttons on the computer monitor on the wall. “I’m interested in seeing you in action. Since I’m authorized for any program, I’m going to start you on level eighteen. It’s one of the hardest levels I created for the new recruits. So, I figure this will be a cake-walk for someone like you, right?”

Emma swallowed. “I do hate humility,” she mumbled, “but I don’t think it’ll be that easy all by my lonesome.”

“Don’t worry, partner. I’ll make sure nothing kills you.”

“Thanks… I think,” she retorted, drawing in a deep breath to steady her nerves.

“Computer,” Logan barked, “Initiate training level eighteen for two mutant combatants.”

‘Roger that. Level eighteen commencing.’

“Be on your guard,” he commanded as a handful of generic robotic enemies began walking toward them. “Just because they’re computers doesn’t mean that it won’t hurt when they hit you.”

Emma focused her energy on the first three, effectively shorting their system by using telepathic force. “How juvenile,” she murmured disdainfully at the inoperable robots littering the floor. Logan grunted in approval and placed two out of commission with a single swipe of his claws.

“Above you!” she shouted.

Wolverine looked up to see another robot that had leapt directly for him. He growled and stabbed the enemy in the head, disabling it. “Thanks, kid.”

“No problem.” Emma turned around and sighed. “Looks like there are more – too many to count. Any bright ideas?”

“It’d probably best to take them head-on,” Wolverine concluded. “You get behind me and take out as many as you can.”

She nodded. Wolverine knocked down four with a wide swipe, but he and Emma had not expected fire from the other direction. “Shit!” he hissed. “Looks like the lasers have turned on.” He turned to Emma. “I’m gonna need to take those out first. Can you handle these punks?”

“I think so.” She placed a hand at her right temple, ready to shoot a psychic blast at the group of enemies, but stopped when she saw a laser beam en route for Wolverine’s skull. “Watch out!” Emma dove in front on him and conjured up her diamond skin just in time to deflect the blow.

“Well shiyeet,” Wolverine breathed, impressed. “That wouldn’t have hurt me much, but I appreciate the hustle, kid. And to repay the favor…” He somersaulted to one of the lasers aimed at Emma and destroyed in before leaping to the other. White Queen took that moment to disable the mass of robots in one massive psychic attack. Wolverine jumped down after disabling the final lasers. “Don’t get too comfortable,” he said. “It ain’t over yet.”

A large, purple robot materialized, followed by an identical partner. “You get the one on the right,” Emma called out. “I’ll get the other.”

“Sounds good.” He rushed to the enemy and cut off its leg. It fell over like heavy timber, and Wolverine dealt the finishing blow to the back of its head.

Emma was having a little more difficulty. Because of the Sentinel’s sheer size, its computer interface was a lot harder to eliminate than the other robots. She gritted her teeth in frustration and anger at only being able to drive the ugly thing back. Clearly, telepathy was no use. Still protected in her diamond form, Emma decided to engage the thing directly. She managed to circle behind it and clawed her way up its back. When she reached the head, the machine caught on to her plan and swayed back and forth violently, trying to shake the girl. Emma held on tight, however, and finally reached the mainframe in time to tear out its “brain” by the cables. The sentinel fell face-first to the floor (with Emma on top) and she rolled over with a pathetic moan.

“Not bad,” Logan said, leaning over the girl and offering a hand. She gratefully accepted it and he pulled her up. “You’ve got a good brain on you. I was wonderin’ how long it’d take before you realized your mind tricks don’t work on big hunks of metal like this thing. Your reaction time was impressive.”

“Don’t flatter me,” she replied, waving the compliment aside. “I’m not used to this kind of combat. Humans and mutants I can handle but you can count me out of any battle with big, scary robots.”

Wolverine laughed. “That’s it for lesson one. You look pretty beat. I think this will do today. Make you sure you come see me or one of the other professors tomorrow and we’ll show you the rest.”

“I will,” Emma replied, bowing slightly. To be honest, she wasn’t surprised at Wolverine’s amazing battle prowess, but she was a little taken aback by how well they got along. And making good with the older instructors like Wolverine was her top priority. She wanted to be fully accepted into the X-Men as soon a possible. “Thank you for the lesson. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Logan watched the girl scamper off, amused. Really, he didn’t understand some of his students. Emma was a good kid. Smart, resourceful, and, oh yeah, built like a porn star. Wolverine hadn’t expected their session to go so swimmingly, especially since Jean and Kitty had been bad-mouthing her since day one. ‘Maybe the kids are just jealous.’ Then he surveyed the room, groaning at the piles of nonfunctional equipment. “Chuck’s gonna kill me. He just replaced everything I destroyed last week.”

x x x

Kitty walked into the living room to find Rogue lounging on the loveseat and engrossed in Wuthering Heights while the rest of the mutants were fighting over the remote. Smiling, she walked up to her roommate and snatched the book from her hands.

“Hey!” Rogue exclaimed.

“Sorry,” Kitty said. “You were, like, so into that book that I figured it was the only way to get your attention.”

“Well you certainly have it now.”

Shadowcat rolled her eyes. “I haven’t talked to you for three days and I get an attitude? Geez, Rogue, who kicked your dog today?”

“What dog?”

“It’s an expression.” Rogue stared blankly and Kitty sighed. “Whatever. Anyway, what have you been up to?”

“Oh, nothin’,” Rogue replied nonchalantly. “I got a huge test for American Government next week. I’ve been studyin’ for it.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” Kitty chided, eying the novel.

“I, uh, needed a break,” Rogue said lamely.

“If you ask me, it seems like something’s been bothering you since Emma showed up.” Kitty looked around and lowered her voice before adding, “Are you sure you’re not upset that she’s been making passes at Scott?”

“I could care less.”

Shadowcat eyed her friend suspiciously.

“I’m serious,” Rogue snarled, more than a little offended that everyone still thought she was hopelessly in love with Scott Summers. “Emma Frost can pursue any guy she wants. It’s not any of my business.”

“Thou doth protest too much.”

The gothic mutant folded her arms and sighed. “Is this all ya wanted, Kitty – to come over here and antagonize me?”

“Sorry,” she said, sighing. “Maybe I’m the one who’s jealous of Emma and not Jean. I mean, I just heard Lance say today at lunch how much he loved her big tits.” Rogue gave her friend a sympathetic look, remembering that the two used to date and that Kitty cared deeply for him. “Not to mention how smitten every boy in this institute is smitten with her…”

“If it makes you feel any better,” Rogue said, “her big tits are fake.” She didn’t know if she should disclose information that personal, but it did seem to have a positive effect on the young brunette.

“Actually, that makes me feel tons better.” Then she whispered, “But how do you know?”

‘Crap,’ Rogue thought. She certainly couldn’t tell Kitty, “Well, I know that very personal fact when she crammed her tongue in my mouth.” With a shrug she decided on the excuse that one didn’t wear a D-cup naturally without being able to spot a fake. As if on cue, Emma Frost appeared in the doorway. She met Rogue’s eyes and did not say a word, but the younger mutant knew exactly what the look meant. As quickly as she had materialized, White Queen disappeared down the hall.

“Sorry, Kitty,” Rogue said suddenly. “I just remembered that I have a three-page paper due tomorrow for French. Can we talk later?”

Shadowcat nodded and Rogue rose from the chair and made a beeline for Emma’s room. Once outside of the door, however, she paused. As much as she desired the blonde bombshell, part of her was still petrified of any skin-to-skin contact. ‘Don’t be a sissy,’ Rogue mentally reproved. She raised a timid fist and knocked quietly.

Emma shoved Rogue inside the room hurriedly before locking the door behind her. “I heard what you said about my boob job,” she whispered in the younger girl’s ear. “Don’t think I’ll let you off easily.”

Rogue noticed, with a start, that Emma had been holding a rather risqué school girl uniform behind her back and was now earnestly shoving the garment in her face. “Put it on,” Emma commanded.

“Is this really necessary?” Rogue asked, groaning inwardly at the tacky and slut-short tweed skirt.

“Absolutely,” Emma replied. “If you’re going to be my student, I expect you to follow my every order without question or complaint. Understand?”

“Geesh,” Rogue sighed. Receiving a scary glare from the White Queen, she added, “Yes, Miss Frost.”

Emma smiled. “Good girl. Now hurry up.”

Rogue put the white blouse on first. It contrasted with the black bra she wore underneath her usual mess shirt and tank top, but Emma appreciated the clash. “I see you’re wearing the underwear I bought even though you said you wouldn’t,” she murmured. Rogue blushed and pulled off her pants. After replacing them with Emma’s skirt, she reached down to untie her Doc Martens.

Emma stopped her. “Leave those on,” she commanded in a deep, sensual voice.

Rogue complied, gulping nervously.

“Now, for our first lesson…” The blonde crossed to the side of her bed to pick up a riding crop. Rogue’s eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. “Don’t worry,” she cooed. “I won’t hurt you. But you are rather obstinate about those powers of yours. So, maybe this will keep you in line.” She cracked it and slid into a seat across from Rogue. “Now. Gloves off.”

As expected, Rogue did not want to part with her gloves. Emma smirked and cracked her tool again. “What did I say? Gloves. Off. NOW.” Rogue still resisted, which annoyed the blonde even more. “What is the point of a pair of gloves when the rest of your body is practically naked?” Emma asked pointedly. She quickly peeled the fabric from Rogue’s hands, noticing little fight from the younger mutant. “That’s better. You’re finally listening to reason. Now, I want you to tap the top of my hand and hold on until you’re able to locate where I hide the rest of my toys.” She fingered the riding crop at the last word.

Though she did not really want to absorb Emma, Rogue submitted, knowing full well she would use dirty tricks until she got her way. Not to mention that Emma was scary when she wielded a riding crop! As her fingers met Emma’s skin, the thrill of initial contact caused Rogue to forget her purpose. The pull felt too sweet. Rogue wanted to cover Emma’s entire hand, but Emma gently reminded her to focus. Even then, it took several seconds before she was able to let go and say, “Underneath the bed… medium white suitcase behind a plastic tote full of shoes.”

Emma, though a bit winded by the drain, clapped enthusiastically. “Very good. Now… time for your reward.” She moved to the bed and extracted said suitcase, digging through it to produce various flavored lubricants and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. Rogue shivered with anticipation (and the author can’t shake Rocky Horror Picture Show from her head now). Emma smiled and patted the bed. “Come here, dear.”

Rogue obeyed, situating herself beside the busty blonde. “Lesson two,” Emma said, “involves a bit more restraint on your part. We need you to practice, but that doesn’t mean we can’t make it interesting, now does it? So, I want you to kiss me and hold the contact as long as you can.”

“No way!” she exclaimed. “What if I really do hurt you?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll tell you to stop when it becomes dangerous.” Rogue still seemed skeptical. “Just trust me, okay? It’s important to test the limits of your control.”

“Okay.” Rogue leaned in slowly and planted a tentative kiss on Emma’s lips. The transfer began immediately. Even though her soft, full lips felt so good, Rogue tried to count. It was a lot harder than counting how long you could hold your breath under water. ‘One-one-thousand,’ she chanted mentally, ‘Two-one-thousand. Three-one-thousand. Four-one-thousand.” Emma slipped the tongue and Rogue practically jumped. ‘T-two-one-thousand. Wait… no. Shit. I gotta let go.’

‘Don’t you dare,’ Emma hissed mentally. ‘Not yet, at least. You can last longer. I know you can.’ She pressed her lips against Rogue’s more forcefully and reached over to cup a large breast with her right hand. Rogue gasped, breaking their lip-lock, though Emma’s kept pawing at the younger girl’s breasts. The flow of power was just too much.

“Enough!” Rogue shouted, yanking herself from Emma’s hold. Her legs were shaking and she could barely feel her limbs. “If I feel like this just from that…”

Emma’s chest heaved from labored breathing. Still, she did not pull away from Rogue like most people after experiencing the transfer. She treated Rogue like a real human being. Not many had ever done that as far as Rogue could remember, not even her foster mother, Irene. The mysterious “skin condition” kept the two at arms’ length. Emma’s unique reaction kind of frightened her. Like, what was wrong with Emma Frost? Did she have some thrill complex only fulfilled by “living on the edge?” And touching a poisonous mutant must be living on the edge, right? She thought back to what Emma had said the other day. “Do you think that I would have avoided all that pain and sorrow if I had stayed locked up in that hospital room?” Even as a little girl, hadn’t she always locked herself up behind long-sleeve shirts and sarcasm? But most people shied away from things in cages, so why did Emma dive in so readily?

“Rogue. Stop thinking. It’s killing me.”

Rogue started, meeting Emma’s gaze. “Sorry.”

“You were saying?” Rogue gave a quizzical look causing Emma to clarify. “That if you feel ‘this’ just from that…?”

She shifted uncomfortably. “Well, I’d be hard pressed to imagine the feelin’ of sex.”

That was much better than Rogue’s thoughts of doubt. Emma had never heard more beautiful words in her life and her lips curled to a wide smile. “I don’t think I could describe it to you,” she said huskily, “but I’d be more than willing (and more than capable of) introducing you to the feeling.” She knelt in front of Rogue and pushed the girl’s knees apart to expose the black thong underneath the school girl skirt. Licking her lips, Emma created a paper-thin version of her diamond shell and planted a small kiss on Rogue’s inner thigh.

“Oh my God,” the Southern belle hissed, grabbing Emma by the back of her ponytail. It felt so good that she nearly mashed Emma’s face in her leg.

“You like that, do you?” Emma murmured into the thigh, earning more sounds of pleasure from her pupil. “I think it’s time we move onto lesson three.”

“And what would that entail?” Rogue inquired, voice quivering, watching with bated breath as Emma kissed various parts of her right thigh.

Emma brought herself level with the girl’s face and said simply and seductively, “Me. Fucking. You.” To emphasize the point, she slapped the girl’s thigh and then ran her fingers along the outline of Rogue’s panties. The sigh Rogue gave made Emma instantly wet. This was it. She would finally claim her prize – finally get the chance to plow into the girl’s virgin plantation. Emma almost felt giddy, like the conquistadors must have felt when they conquered ancient cities of gold. Inquisitive fingers pressed further, slipping under black lace to run along Rogue’s slick slit.

“Emmmm-ma,” Rogue groaned, grinding against the fingers. “Shit. This feels fuckin’ amazin’.”

“And it’s only going to get better, darling,” she purred, putting one finger inside the girl. Rogue nearly shrieked and bucked her hips toward Emma. “My, my, you’re a tight little thing.”

Suddenly Emma removed her fingers (the fingers that had been playing Rogue like a damn piano) and moved behind Rogue. She grabbed the girl by both wrists and yanked her up to the headboard so that she could handcuff her to it. Rogue looked at Emma with bewildered eyes. Emma giggled and ran a single finger down the valley of the girl’s breasts, undoing the blouse’s buttons along the way. “As I said, you’re a stubborn girl. How can I trust that you won’t interrupt my fun because you’re scared of your powers?”

“Is restraint really the solution?”

She nodded, forcing the shirt all the way open. Rogue’s breasts looked too delectable in the black demi. Emma grabbed them and kneaded the flesh gently. “God, Rogue,” she whispered, “your tits feel so great. So soft and buoyant… like twin waterbeds.” Rogue honestly didn’t care what her breasts felt like so long as Emma kept grabbing them like that. “You seem to enjoy my playing with them. I bet if I were a man you’d let me fuck them with my dick.”

“Don’t say such dirty things,” Rogue said, but the words weren’t convincing between pleasurable sighs.

Rogue’s modesty, especially in that school girl number, really got Emma off. She unhooked the bra and tossed it aside, exposing Rogue’s generous bust and toned stomach between the open blouse. Rogue moaned as Emma took a nipple between her lips and alternated between licking and sucking the peak. “You seem to enjoy dirty things,” Emma retorted, nibbling the nipple.

“Fuck!” Rogue exclaimed, literally leaping from the mattress from the pain and ecstasy. Emma continued on the opposite breast. Rogue, never having felt anything but her own fingers, nearly came right then at the sensation of Emma’s wet mouth. Her pleasure increased when Emma’s hand returned to its spot beneath Rogue’s soaked underwear.

Emma watched Rogue’s expression intently. Her lips were parted, her eyes rolled slightly up, eyelashes fluttering. ‘How could anyone live without this feeling?’ Emma asked herself. It was the triumph of humankind – the raison d’etre. She wanted Rogue to know the bliss and comfort that came from sex. She wanted to give that to her. She could give that to her.

“Oh Emma,” Rogue breathed when Emma slipped a second finger inside and curved them until they met a spot that made her moan loudly. Pleased with her success, Emma met the spot again and again, increasing the pressure each time as her thumb toyed with Rogue’s engorged clit. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh my God… Emma… E-emma I-I’m… oooooooh! Nnnggghhh!”

She came with such force she thought she might lose consciousness. Emma smiled sweetly and removed her hand then took off the skirt and soiled thong. While Rogue was still sweating, panting and mewling, Emma reached for the flavored lube and poured it on Rogue’s pussy.

“FUCK!” she screamed as the cold liquid met her most private and very sensitive area. Emma stroked the girl’s cheek reassuringly then dove down to cover the liquid with her mouth.

Rogue was speechless. Emma, however, was not. “Mmmm, cherry,” she moaned while working her tongue against Rogue’s clit. “I love the taste of cherries.” Her tongue dipped deep inside Rogue and the girl cried out, coming a second time.

“Doesn’t take much to please you,” Emma mused.

“S-sorry.”

“Hmph.” She rose from the bed and crossed to the white suitcase. “Maybe I want to be pleased, too, eh?” She rummaged through the case until she found a strap-on dildo. It was probably a bit too big for a virgin, but Emma wanted to use it simply because of the contraption that worked her clit as she worked her partner. Just thinking about fucking Rogue with it got her all hot and bothered so she quickly undressed.

“Emma,” Rogue murmured from the bed, marveling at the girl’s tan, perfectly proportioned, naked form. “You’re beautiful.” Her heart leapt to her throat, however, when she saw the large black dildo Emma held. “W-wait! What’s that for?”

“What do you think, hmmm?” Emma asked, placing the straps around her hips and fastening the belt. “It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

The sheer size of the thing worried her. Emma picked up on the girl’s frantic thoughts. “Don’t worry,” she said. “It’ll fit.”

She gulped. “But-”

“But what?” She crawled onto the bed and looked Rogue in the eye. “You’re all wet. You came twice. Don’t lie to me.”

Rogue tried to close her legs in fear, but Emma quickly forced them apart. “What’s this?” she asked. “You act like you don’t want it.” Her lips moved to whisper harshly in Rogue’s ear, “You do want it, don’t you? You want me to fuck you. Put this big cock inside of you. Say it, Rogue.”

“I- I want…”

Emma captured Rogue’s jaw in her hand cruelly. “Say it, you little slut. Say, ‘Miss Frost, please fuck me. I want you to fuck me.’”

The fact that Emma used the tip to buffet Rogue’s clit didn’t help matters. Rogue was dripping wet and still sticky from the lubricant. She knew she couldn’t hide that from Emma. “Please,” she moaned. “Please, Miss Frost, fuck me. I want – I want – ”

She lubed up the dildo and pressed the tip into Rogue’s entrance. “Me to fuck you?” Emma finished. Rogue could not respond. She merely groaned as Emma eased the thick cock slowly into her tight virgin walls. “Sorry, darling, but this might hurt for a second.” She gazed sympathetically at Rogue. “Guys are such jerks. I promise I’ll be gentler, but I’m going to have to apply some force first.” She offered her hand and Rogue gently squeezed it. “Okay, I’m going all the way in.”

Rogue nearly screamed as Emma gave a quick thrust and tore through her hymen. She squeezed Emma’s hand tightly and White Queen French-kissed Rogue to cover the sound of the surprised shriek. Emma stilled her movements and kissed Rogue more gently. “The worst is over,” she assured her. “Tell me when you’re ready again.”

It took a while for Rogue to adjust the invasion, not to mention the weirdness of being penetrated by another woman. But then the compassion in Emma’s blue eyes made her relax until she eventually told Emma to continue.

“It’ll feel great, darling, I promise.” Emma pulled back so far that she almost left Rogue entirely, then pushed forward with an excruciating slowness until she was fully inside once more. Rogue made a pained noise. Emma stopped immediately. “Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?”

“No,” she replied, wrapping her legs around Emma’s waist. “Please don’t stop.”

“That’s so good to hear,” Emma said, thrusting again. “Because I want to make you come again and again and again.”

“And I – I wanna come,” Rogue moaned.

“I know that already, you eager slut.” Rogue was startled by how easily Emma seemed to move between gentle and demeaning. She liked it, though, Emma calling her a “slut”. It sent a tiny thrill through her, like a part of her enjoyed being dominated. Emma noticed it, too. She thrust swiftly, eliciting more moans. Her hands moved to cup the girl’s breasts and she continued fucking her fast, hard and deep. When she sunk her nails in the skin Rogue writhed beneath her.

“Like it rough, do you?” Emma paused for a second, thinking. “I’ll have to keep that in mind. But I don’t think I can fuck you that hard, darling. It is, after all, your first time.”

“Still doing a good job,” Rogue commented, moving her hips to meet Emma’s thrusts.

“And you’re a fast learner,” Emma said with a small moan. Rogue’s thrust stimulated Emma’s ignored clit. Eager to feel more of the contact, Emma quickened her pace and situated Rogue’s legs up and over her shoulders. After the change of position, she pumped into Rogue with a renewed fervor that caused the bed to shake violently and Rogue’s arms to pull against the cuffs. Emma continued fucking her just like that, occasionally thumbing her clit, waiting for the small, surprised noises that suggested Rogue’s proximity to climax. Once she reached that point, Emma went all out, ruthlessly fucking the girl until they both came, crying each other’s names.

“I think I’m in love,” Rogue sighed as Emma collapsed on top of her. Completely spent, she could only murmur sleepily and weakly stroke Emma’s hair.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Emma replied with a satisfied smirk.

x x x

Jean suddenly looked up from her physics homework, sensing without meaning to the explosive climax of two students… Her surprise only doubled when she realized to whom the emotions belonged – Emma and Rogue! She knew Emma found Rogue interesting, but she never in a million years would have guess that her attraction was sexual. Besides, surely Emma preyed on Rogue’s feelings of loneliness and sexual frustration. Rogue wasn’t gay and she certainly would never be attracted to Emma Frost. She liked men… like Remy… or Scott.

Scott! Jean wondered what he would say about their liaison. Considering his open-minded response to her concerns about Emma, he probably wouldn’t object to it. In fact, she was sure he’d probably approve and thank her personally for giving Rogue a gift she could never have with anyone else. ‘That’s the only reason,’ Jean thought, ‘that Emma would be able to sleep with Rogue. Because somehow she can touch Rogue without her powers activating. That’s the only reason.’

She couldn’t tell Scott, and she certainly couldn’t tell the professor. That would be invading other people’s privacy. Though she unconsciously picked up on the thoughts, she couldn’t go share it with others. That just wasn’t her style. She would have to confront Emma Frost herself, for Rogue’s sake.