New Blood

New Blood
Chapter 7: Enemies and Friends

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Muir Island

Erik Lensherr groaned as he finally emerged from his unconscious state. He didn’t know where he was or how he got there. The last thing he remembered was fighting this mutant with wings in a missile silo and having his helmet knocked off. After that everything was really fuzzy. He recalled his plan. He and his Brotherhood were to fight their way into NORAD in Colorado Springs and launch a nuclear attack that would trigger the downfall of human civilization. It started off well. They didn’t have a problem with the guards outside the perimeter. Then it all went horribly wrong.

His head was still killing him and it felt as though there were lead weights over every inch of his body. He also realized he wasn’t in the same clothes. He was now wearing an unmarked white shirt with matching pants. It resembled a prison uniform. It was then it dawned on him. He shot up from his lying state, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head, and surveyed his surroundings. His suspicions were soon confirmed. He was in some sort of prison. But it wasn’t an ordinary prison. It looked like it was tailor made to contain him. The walls were all thick glass, every fixture was made of plastic and porcelain, and there was no window to the outside world. There was just bland fluorescent lighting illuminating his surroundings.

The master of magnetism was enraged. Who would dare try and imprison him? He was one of the most powerful mutants in the world. No cell could hold him. Whoever foiled his plans must be behind this and he was going to make sure they paid dearly.

“What is this?!” demanded Magneto, “Who dares imprison me? I swear I’ll rip this whole building to shreds!”

He tried using his powers. Even if there weren’t any metal objects nearby, he could still reach out and manipulate the metal in the building at a distance. But to his dismay, he couldn’t feel them anymore. It was as if they had been shut off.

“What? My powers…” he gasped.

Suddenly, a voice emerged from outside his cell.

“What’s the matter, Erik? Powers not working? Don’t bother. In addition to your lack of metal surroundings, there’s a damper holding them back.”

Magneto turned towards the sound of his voice and when he saw the figure standing just outside his cell, he was astonished.

“Who is…is that you, Charles? Could it be?”

Xavier smiled. It was good to see Emma hadn’t been too harsh with her psychic attack.

“It’s me, old friend. It’s been a while.”

“But how…where have…did you do this to me?! Did you get in my way back in Colorado?!”

The Black King remained calm. It had been a while since he stood face-to-face with this man. A lot had happened since they parted ways.

“Still temperamental I see. No wonder you and your team failed.”

“My team? Wait, you knew about my plan?!”

“Of course I did. You were so determined you didn’t bother to check every detail. Your Brotherhood wasn’t prepared. Your timing was off. And you couldn’t adapt to sudden changes. You were so oblivious you didn’t even realize you were walking into a trap.”

“So it was you!” yelled the master of magnetism, now inches from the glass, “You sent those punks after me! You’re the reason everything went wrong! You’re the reason…”

“You brought this on yourself, Erik. What did you expect? Did you really think the powers that be would just sit by and watch you destroy the order that generations built? You should know better.”

“Powers that be? What the hell are you talking about?”

Xavier smiled ominously, showing a very different persona than Erik remembered.

“That information is not for you to know. But it’s true. I orchestrated your failure. I knew of your plot before you even put it into motion. I made sure it wouldn’t succeed. And I used my psychic abilities to cover it up.”

“And just who tipped you off? It was Mystique, wasn’t it?” said Magneto bitterly, thinking back to how Pietro was so suspicious of her.

“You think this is a matter of simple betrayal? You really are naïve, Erik. Of course I can’t blame you. How could you understand the true nature of how the world works? You’re still caught up in personal vendettas.”

Now Erik was confused. As angry as he was, his old friend was speaking in riddles. He didn’t remember him talking like this when they last spoke. But that was years ago. He seemed so different now and he couldn’t wrap his head around it.

“Stop speaking in riddles, Charles! What’s this all about?” he said in a frustrated tone, “What the hell happened to you?”

Xavier’s expression shifted. It was true that a lot had transpired since they last spoke. The man he was then was very different from the man he was now. He had learned so much over the years. He went one way and Erik went another. And here they were, their paths leading them to very different ends. But as deluded Erik had become, he was still a friend.

“That’s a long, arduous story old friend,” said Xavier distantly, “The only part you need to know is I’ve seen the true nature of civilization. I’ve witnessed first hand how it manifests every day through a myriad of conflicting forces. The natural order is a hierarchy in which I have firmly established myself. And you, Erik, made the mistake of disrupting that hierarchy.”

“I disrupted nothing!” retorted Magneto, “I was only fighting against those who would oppress our kind!”

“That is a grossly simplistic view of the world that shows a true lack of understanding on your part. That’s why I had to take you out and imprisoned you here from the rest of the world. That way you can never interfere with what I have worked so hard to build.”

“And just what might that be? What is so important that you’re willing to let tyrants reign free in an unjust world?”

“A new order…” said Xavier strongly, “An order that I will establish and one that will be greater and more powerful than anything you could ever contemplate.”

Magneto studied the expression of his old friend. His eyes were stern and cold, devoid of affection and remorse. There was little emotion, only determination. What used to be eyes of compassion had become the eyes of an iron will. He truly meant every word he said. Whatever this order he was building entailed, it must have been grand. Xavier had always been a dreamer, but not like this. This man bore little resemblance to the one he once knew. He had changed. And as he took everything in, he actually found himself laughing.

“What’s so funny?” said Xavier, taken aback by his reaction.

“I just find it amusing that you always thought I was the one with the superiority complex. Now here you are, years later, talking to me about power and a new order that you want to establish.”

Xavier was silent for a moment. Then he started laughing himself.

“Well we always knew one of us was going to change the world,” he said, “I suppose fate has unfolded in my favor.”

“So what? Are you going to kill me so I won’t threaten your precious order?” said Erik cynically.

“No…I have something else in mind,” said Xavier ominously, “You will remain here in this cell, powerless and alone. There won’t be a trial. No judge or lawyer will come to defend you. You’ll have food, water, entertainment, and limited information on the affairs of the outside world. But you will never leave these walls. You’ll live out the rest of your days here, contemplating the path you could have taken. And you’ll die here regretting having never taken a chance.”

The old holocaust survivor clenched his fists in anger. He was both surprised and enraged that Xavier would organize such a cruel fate for him. He stood against him in his vision for the future and lost. But his old friend wouldn’t grant him any mercy. He would suffer for his actions. Death seemed more appealing than living the rest of his life in this glass box. Never in his wildest dreams would he ever suspect Charles Xavier being capable of this kind of cruelty. Something truly earth shattering must have happened to turn him into such a cold, calculating man.

“You wouldn’t…you don’t have the guts, Charles! You never did! That was your weakness!” yelled Magneto as he banged on the glass.

“Time has given me new resolve. That weakness has reversed and now it is my strength,” said Xavier, his smile never waning, “I’ve also taken the liberty of covering up your stunt in Colorado. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, it was just a freak storm that caused a power outage. I even went into the minds of the soldiers there and altered their memories and perceptions during the fight. Your dead comrades…mere victims of a horrible accident. You’re whole push for mutant liberation may as well have never occurred.”

“You son-of-a…and what of Wanda and Pietro?!” exclaimed the master of magnetism, “What have you done with them?”

“Oh don’t worry about them. They’re alive and well. And I must say they’re a spirited duo. They might fit nicely into my organization.”

“Ha! They’ll never join you!” scoffed Magneto.

“Don’t be so sure. Not only can I be very persuasive, I can also give them more than you ever did. And honestly, were they really all that dedicated to your cause? Or were they just going along with their father’s wishes?”

“Charles, I swear if you so much as…”

“You’re in no position to make threats, Erik,” said Xavier sternly, “I’m holding all the cards. I have all the leverage. I can easily make your stay here much more unpleasant. Don’t think I’ll show you any mercy just because we were friends long ago. The world has changed and you failed to change with it. And me? I’ve not only adapted…I’ve taken control. You’re just a deluded fool who thinks the only way to overcome an obstacle is to destroy it. If you were really smart you would have realized like I did that you don’t fight the natural world…you embrace it. You position yourself so that you’re the one pulling the strings. That’s how you change the world and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

He sounded so cold and calculating. It wasn’t the talk of a madman. It was the talk of a cunning, manipulative genius. Erik Lensherr may have actually admired him if he weren’t so angry. But there was nothing more he could do. He was powerless, defeated, and lost. His cause didn’t even have a chance. It was over before it began. The more he thought about it the more he fell into a pit of despair. He was never one to give into defeat. He almost did back in a Nazi concentration camp, but this was something different. This was beyond him and his dream of mutant liberation.

Charles Xavier stared at his old friend with a touch of pity. There was so much Erik could have done with his power, but he thought he could take a stand. He thought he could overthrow the human race as if they were the Nazi regime that took so much from him. He was living in a fools era. He hadn’t changed since the day they parted ways and chances were he wasn’t going to change. He was set in his ways. For that reason, he had no choice but to keep him imprisoned and cut off from the rest of the world.

He cast his friend one last look before turning to make his leave.

“We could have been great partners, Erik. But what’s done is done,” said Charles, “This is your fate. Mine is just beginning to unfold.”

The master of magnetism had nothing more to say. All he could do was sit back on his rickety bed and stare distantly off into space. Charles Xavier had turned into a very different man. He could just as easily be a monster as he could a sage. That kind of persona was hard to contemplate. But it looked as though he would have a lot of time to think about it now. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He had no powers, he was stuck in a glass cell, and he didn’t even know what part of the world he was in. And nobody would come to help him. He was doomed to live out his days in solitude. In many ways, Charles couldn’t have chosen a worse fate for him.

As Xavier exited the cell, he passed his old friend Forge along the way. Forge, a Native American mutant with the unique ability to create any machine, was the head of Muir Island. His job was to build machines for the Hellfire Club in exchange for wealth, women, and resources for his work. He was the one who built this cell and he was responsible for maintaining it.

“How long are you going to keep him in there?” asked Forge.

“As long as I have to,” answered Xavier, “Make sure he’s well-cared for, but don’t give him any hope of escape. If he even tries to break out…kill him.”

“Don’t worry, sir. This cell is impenetrable. Without his powers he’ll never get out. I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t commit suicide in a few months.”

“Try to keep him from doing so. I’d rather he stay alive.”

“But why? It’s not like he’ll ever be of use to the Hellfire Club. And I’m pretty sure he hates your guts now.”

Xavier laughed and patted his friend on the shoulder. Clearly, he didn’t know much about strategy.

“It doesn’t matter if he hates me. It only matters that he’s punished fittingly. Who knows? Someday he may prove a useful asset. Even if not, it’s always a good idea to have a backup plan just in case.”

Forge shrugged and nodded. He didn’t get paid to question his wishes. He got paid to follow orders. He owed him after helping him get his limbs back, which he lost back in Vietnam during a B-52 bombing raid. And he was always well-compensated. Xavier said he would send over six of the hottest women from his European sex clubs just for him. That along with the money and resources was a pretty good deal. He didn’t see how Magneto could ever be anything more than a nuisance, but then again he wasn’t the Black King. If and when Magneto came into play in the future was anybody’s guess. Until then, he could only wait and be ready.

Hellfire Manor Infirmary - Pietro

It was not a happy time for Pietro Maximoff. To say he had seen better days was a gross misrepresentation of his life. From Wundergore to the Brotherhood, he had his share of unpleasant allies. But no other event in his life could compare to this. He knew in his gut that his father’s plan was flawed. He felt it like a dirty wound just waiting to be opened. He tried to convince Magneto to reconsider and he stubbornly ignored him. It led to the unfortunate deaths of four of their comrades and a humiliating defeat at the hands of three unknown figures.

Now he was in a hospital bed in some strange manor. When he woke up, he was greeted with the sight of pale-skinned figure tending to his injuries. The figure later introduced himself as Mister Sinister, an appropriate name given his appearance. Any other sane individual would have cringed, but growing up in Wundergore Pietro had seen plenty of inhuman figures. This man didn’t scare him and he made that clear when he demanded to know what was going on. He didn’t reveal much though. He just said he was in Manhattan at a place known as Hellfire Manor. He also said Wanda was safe and their injuries were only minor. But besides that, he didn’t reveal much else. He said a man named Charles Xavier would tell him everything.

But Pietro wasn’t interested in what anybody had to say at this point. Too many things were running through his mind. What were he and Wanda going to do now that the Brotherhood of Mutants was no more? It seemed as though every time they became apart of something, it fell apart and left them alone and lost in an unforgiving world. Neither he nor Wanda had ever had a clear path in life. They had always followed those who took care of them. They had no means of support or stability and nothing was certain.

The speedster rubbed his head and sighed. As bitter as he was, he was truly at a loss.

‘Damn you, Magneto…damn you to hell.’

Then the door opened and Emma Frost stepped in with a tray of food.

“Feeling better, Mr. Maximoff? You look like someone just kicked you in the face.”

“I’m fine,” he said flatly.

“Sure you are,” said Emma in a bemused tone as she walked over to his bed, “Here, I brought you some food.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I’ll just leave it here then,” she said, setting it down on the table next to him.

Emma studied the young man. He sure seemed bitter. One couldn’t blame him after the fiasco he took part in. But compared to what happened to his comrades, he should consider himself lucky. Xavier said he and his sister were spared for a reason. He didn’t go into details. He just said to give them Hellfire’s warmest welcoming treatment. And that was something she always enjoyed.

But Pietro wasn’t going to make it easy for her. Even if she was wearing her revealing Hellfire attire, he was in too foul a mood to pay her any attention. He also noticed how she was lingering.

“Don’t you have anywhere else to be?” said Pietro.

“Not at the moment,” she said, leaning over his bed, “And besides, it looks like you could use the company.”

“I’d rather be alone.”

“Yeah, it looks like that’s working out real well for you. You’re just a shining beacon of happiness.”

“Are you going to mock me? I’ve already had a very bad couple of days. I’d rather you not make them worse.”

“Oh poor thing,” she said coyly, “Guess I’ll have to find a way to cheer you up.”

She leaned over him again, this time making sure he got an eyeful of her cleavage. Bitter or not, it was hard for him not to stare. The white corset she was wearing barely contained her large breasts. This woman may have been crass, but she sure was beautiful. It sparked his curiosity.

“Who are you?” said Pietro, now in an awkward position.

The young blonde grinned seductively.

“Emma Frost…associate and loyal representative of the Hellfire Club.”

“You mean like that Sinister guy?”

“In a ways, but I hope you’re not comparing me to that freaky recluse.”

“No uh…not at all,” said Pietro with a hint of embarrassment.

“But you’re right. We are all part of the same illustrious organization. It’s really something.”

“I’m sure it is,” he said cynically, “You’re not going to ask me to join, are you?”

This guy caught on quick. No wonder he called himself Quicksilver. But Emma was not dissuaded.

“Well not right this minute, of course. You don’t even know who we are or what we’re about. It’s a long, elaborate story and I won’t go on about every lurid detail. That’s Charles Xavier’s job. But personally speaking, I suggest you consider it. We’re unlike anything you’ve ever imagined.”

“I’ve heard that before,” scoffed Pietro, “Magneto told me something similar the day he coaxed me and Wanda to join his little cause. And look where that led me.”

“It could be worse,” she shrugged, “You could be dead like your comrades.”

“I’m not afraid of death,” said the speedster strongly, “There’s nothing you and your people can do to intimidate me or my sister. People have been manipulating us our whole lives for their own selfish means. Every time we get desperate, we’re forced to take part in someone else’s agenda. And it always comes back to haunt us. You could never understand what that’s like!”

His words were harsh. It struck Emma Frost in a deep way because she had been in his position as well. People were always using her to serve their own needs. Her own family had used her like that and part of the reason she broke away from them was to break free of their hold. This man had done the same. His own father tried to use them to serve his own megalomaniacal means. Now he was faced with the same dilemma that she had once been in. No wonder Xavier and Selene chose her for this. She could be the most persuasive in introducing their way.

She sat down on the bed next to him her seductive, still leaning in close. He looked confused by her gesture. Then her expression shifted.

“I understand more than you think,” she said with an empathic look, “You would be surprised how many of us in the Hellfire Club have endured great injustices. I know I don’t look it, but my life hasn’t been very pretty either. But coming here helped change all that. And it could do the same for you.”

“Forgive me if I’m skeptical,” said Pietro, always suspicious.

“It’s true. I bet I know exactly what you’re feeling right now and I don’t even need to use telepathy. You’re angry at your father for selling you a world of promises that he never delivered. You’re so angry that sometimes you wish you just grabbed him by the throat and choked him to death for everything he did or didn’t do. Now granted, your father is a character, but he’s not the only one. They may not be out to destroy the world, but they can still destroy your family.”

Pietro didn’t reply. He just stared into the eyes of this woman, studying her demeanor. She may have looked deceiving, but that expression on her face could not be faked. It was the expression of someone from a broken home and a broken family. She didn’t give details. He suspected she was more the secretive type. But just seeing that look on her face gave Emma Frost some credibility and he started to take her seriously.

“And the worst part of all is you can never escape it,” Emma went on, “You’ll always be linked to your father whether you like it or not. But that doesn’t mean you can’t take control of your life.”

“And this Hellfire Club helps you do that?” asked Pietro curiously.

“Indeed it does. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have everything you ever wanted and do more than any asshole father could ever imagine. And after your exploits, I think you and your sister would fit in well here.”

Pietro thought about it for a moment. Emma made this strange organization out to be the answer to all his woes. He couldn’t help but give it a little consideration. Emma did seem to understand his situation and it didn’t hurt that she was very attractive. But after what he just went through with the Brotherhood, he was hesitant.

“Sounds interesting,” said the speedster, “But forgive me for being wary of joining the same people who attacked me and my sister.”

“I can’t say I blame you, darling. But look at it this way…” said Emma as she moved in a little closer, “We went out of our way to ensure that neither one of you was seriously hurt and Xavier was even merciful enough to spare your father (although I have no idea why). We sensed you and Wanda were never cut out for the Brotherhood. So why not give the Hellfire Club a try?”

“I don’t know. How do I know this isn’t another elaborate trick?”

Emma smiled seductively and moved in so that her face was mere inches from his. He pulled back a little at first, but when he felt her hand trail up his chest and along his face he was drawn in. It wasn’t every day a beautiful woman got this close to him. He couldn’t help but be intoxicated by her allure.

“Maybe this will convince you of my…sincerity.”

The beautiful blonde then leaned in and captured his lips in a deep, sensual kiss. Pietro’s eyes widened. Everything slowed down, a major rarity for him, and every part of his body was suddenly consumed with this strange, blissful feeling. When the shock wore off he found himself kissing back. Their lips meshed seamlessly and their tongues began to wrestle. She then crawled on top of him so that she was straddling his waist. Now he could feel the heat of her body. It was every bit as intoxicating as the sweet taste of her lips. It triggered within him a rush of lustful feelings the likes of which he never experienced. Never before had he been so consumed by desire. It was so intense he forgot about his injuries and threw his arms around her in a powerful embrace.

Emma moaned at his sudden burst of energy. It came as a surprise. This special lipstick Selene gave her worked even better than she said it would. Before she came, she applied this special makeup that was treated with a magical sex spell. Selene told her that once she kissed him, he would be consumed by a lust of supernatural intensity. As evil a bitch as that woman was, she never failed to craft potent sex spells. It should make for a good time and work over that stubborn will of his.

Emma reached behind her back and undid her cape. Then with their lips still wrestling feverishly, she undid the zipper to her corset and let it fall off. Her large breasts tumbled free, giving Pietro an eyeful of her glory. He pulled away to take in the sight, his dazed expression deepening as the mysterious feeling tightened its hold. While he was admiring her breasts, she grabbed his shirt and pulled it off over his head. Emma found out that while his complexion was pretty pale, he had a nice slim build. He was attractive by most standards and she quickly grew aroused by his heat.

“Come here, speedy…kiss me,” she beckoned.

“Mmm…” was all he could manage.

The young mutant vigorously attacked her breasts with his lips, kissing along the soft mounds and suckling on her erect tits. He was a little overly eager, but Emma wasn’t complaining. She closed her eyes and moaned as he licked and sucked away while fondling her fleshy mounds with his free hand. By now a raging hard on had formed in his pants. She could feel it pressing against her inner thighs. It made her very hot. The spell on the lipstick must be affecting her too. Selene didn’t tell her that it would, but at this point she could care less.

While Pietro was still busy with her breasts, she abruptly pulled away. He was already breathing hard and hungry for more. But a sultry look from Emma held him back for a moment while she slipped out of her thong. She enticed him even further by making a striptease of it, sensually swaying her hips from side-to-side as she slid the revealing garment down her sexy legs. Once off, she tossed it aside. She was still in her white boot stockings, but she decided to keep them on for this. It didn’t look like Pietro had the patience anyways.

“Now lie back like a good boy and let me take you to heaven,” she purred softly.

Pietro nodded. He was dying to feel her again, but remained in control enough to let her do her thing. He closed his eyes and moaned as she slithered over top of him, kissing down his neck, chest, and abdominal while rubbing the erection in his pants. Halfway down she threw back the hospital sheets and grabbed the sides of his pants, which were from his uniform. She gazed lustfully up at him as she pulled them off, freeing his throbbing erection from its confines. Upon tossing his pants aside, she grabbed the base and gave the head of his dick a nice lick, trailing her lips over his entire length.

“Ahhhhhhh fuck! I can’t take it anymore!” gasped Pietro.

“You want to fuck me darling?” asked Emma as she kept stroking his cock.

“Yes! Oh God I want to fuck you so bad!”

“Then do it! Give me everything you’ve got!”

Ignoring his injuries and doubts, Pietro shot up and pulled the hot blonde into a hungry embrace. He smothered her with lustful kisses, shoving his tongue into her mouth as he turned her over and pinned her on the bed. He then felt her legs part and he positioned himself over her, his hands on her hips and his ridged member at her wet entrance. He didn’t tease or hesitate. He just thrust it in nice and deep, filling Emma’s depths with his hard length.

“Ohhhhhh yes!” moaned Emma, “That’s it! Give it to me! Do it to me!”

The young speedster began working his pelvis back and forth rhythmically thrusting his cock into this beautiful woman. He grunted each time he plunged into her depths. She was so hot and tight. It was pure ecstasy and the more he felt it the more he craved. He surrendered to the whims of his body, working on pure instinctual lust. Propping himself up on his arms, he hammered away into her. He was hard and fast, pounding away like a jackhammer. Whatever lingering soreness he had from his injuries was pushed aside as he fucked Emma Frost with all his might.

For Emma, it was pretty intense. Pietro was just as fervent a lover as he was a runner. He was humping her at speeds no man had ever matched before. It felt like she was fucking a well-oiled piston and she loved it. She cried out in ecstasy as she kept her legs nice and wide, holding onto his shoulders as she let him go to town on her. Her inner depths burned with the intense rhythm of his hard fucking. Occasionally he leaned down to kiss her breasts, but he never slowed down for a second. He just kept at it, pounding away at a frenzied pace. It felt so good and she made sure Pietro shared in the feeling.

“Uh-uh-uh-yes-yes-fuck me-oh-fuck me hard-ah-ah-ohhhhhhhhhh!”

Pietro was lost in a world of pleasure. His dazed expression never faltered as he kept fucking Emma long and hard. The strange feeling drove him to new heights of lust and every sensation seemed amplified by supernatural means. Emma helped intensify this feeling by using her telepathy to send waves of relaxing pleasure, which helped to steady his pace and control his climax so he could really enjoy himself.

As they drew near their peak, Emma took control and flipped Pietro over so he was lying on his back again. His dick never left her pussy and once she was on top she began riding him, staying in an upright position so he could get a nice full view of her beautiful body. As she rode him, he reached up and fondled her breasts. He also kept with his rapid body movements, thrusting up into her and bouncing her up and down along the length of his cock. She worked up a good sweat. This guy was really pushing her endurance. She continued entice him by leaning over so he could kiss her breasts and swaying her body in a way that drove him even wilder with lust.

With every fervent body movement, she sensed him drawing closer to his climax. She was close too and used her telepathy to help coordinate their bodies so they could share in the ecstasy. His face contorted to waves of intense sensations. This was truly unlike anything he ever experienced before. It was no different than her first sexual experience with the help of magic. And once he felt it, there was no going back.

“Uh-uh-uh-oh fuck I’m cumming! I’m gonna cum!” grunted Pietro.

“Uh-uh-go ahead-uh-let it out-oh-oh-oh I’m so close!” cried Emma.

The young speedster let out a deep grunt as he finally got his release. His dick throbbed inside the tight confines of Emma’s vagina, spraying a thick load of his cum inside her. It was really intense. Everything starting from the first time she kissed him culminated in one blissful act. Emma shared in the feeling too, smiling warmly as her body arched to the warm sensations of orgasm. Her cunt tightened around his member, soaking up every drop and really drawing out the feeling. It was sex in the classic Hellfire way and while she was used to it, Pietro was truly amazed.

With an exhausted gasp, Pietro collapsed back onto the bed. His mind and body were awash with pleasure. Blissful feelings the likes of which he never imagined dominated him. It didn’t feel natural. It was like some great power had taken hold and by embracing it, he experienced new heights of ecstasy. It may have been from Emma or it may have been from somewhere else. He wasn’t sure what forces were at work here, but whatever it was he liked it.

For Emma, who had experienced such heights before, it was an equally enjoyable experience. Letting out a content sigh, she rolled off the speedster and gathered her clothes. She smiled at the sight of Pietro reeling from such ecstasy. She sensed how much he enjoyed it. He was sure to stick around a while longer now. Hopefully once the Black King and Queen showed him everything they had to offer, he would embrace their ways and join them. She could always use another good fuck buddy.

“You’re pretty quick on the uptake, Pietro. Your speedy reputation is well-deserved…in a good way that is,” said Emma as she got dressed, “I hope you stick around. Hellfire has much to offer. Be smart and be strong and you’ll never have to live in Magneto’s shadow again.”

Pietro was too tired to respond. He watched as Emma put her clothes back on and casually left, leaving him naked in bed in a daze. Once again he had a decision to make. There was an opportunity before him and he had to choose whether or not to take it. The Hellfire Club sounded like a far cry from the Brotherhood, yet still he had to be careful. There was no telling where his decision would lead him. He would definitely have to discuss this with Wanda. Hopefully she was doing alright wherever she was.

Hellfire Manor Infirmary – Wanda

“Wanda? Wanda Maximoff? Can you hear me?”

An unfamiliar tone awoke Wanda from a deep unconsciousness. Her head throbbed and her body stung. Everything around her was still spinning. Then she opened her eyes to see an unfamiliar figure hovering over her. At first she saw him as a total stranger. Then she remembered the battle. It was still fresh in her mind and so was the disaster it turned into. This figure, a young man with blonde hair and wings, was part of it. He was one of the three mutant adversaries who fought them. Instinctively, she panicked.

“You!” she said, now much more alert.

“Take it easy. You’re in an infirmary and you’re going to be okay,” said Warren in a calm, non-threatening tone.

“What…what about my brother? And Magneto?” she said, maintaining her confrontational demeanor.

“All safe and alive. Your brother’s down the hall. As for Magneto…I’m not sure. But I know he’s still alive. The same can’t be said for the rest of the Brotherhood though.”

Wanda’s expression sank. That pitiful excuse for a mission hadn’t been a nightmare like she hoped. While she was never all that close to Toad, Avalanche, Pryo, or Blob they were still teammates. Learning that they were dead was sobering and being in the presence of someone who was responsible was anything but comforting.

Warren anticipated this. She looked as though she was ready to fight him at a moment’s notice. To her he was still a threat. But Selene and Xavier sent him in here with the task of changing that.

“Now I know what your thinking,” he said before she could respond, “You think I’m the enemy. Just because I helped stop your crazy father from destroying all of human civilization that makes me the bad guy. But I’m not and neither is the group I represent.”

“And that makes you good? You kidnapped me and my brother and took us somewhere we don’t know for god only knows what awful reason! That’s not very comforting, you know?”

“We didn’t kidnap you. We rescued you. You were out cold and injured in the middle of a major military base. Would you rather the military take you in and do even worse?”

“No, but…”

“You were helping a madman major military installation. What did you think was going to happen? That everybody would just roll over? Do you honestly want that, Wanda? Or is that just something your father drilled into your head?”

Wanda fell silent. She was surprised how much this man knew about her. He hit at something she had struggled with from day she got caught up in this affair. Her father preached constantly about the evils of the world and how the only way to stop it was to destroy it. She never argued against him, but she never fully agreed with him either. And with the Brotherhood, they actually tried to do it and she helped. That didn’t make her feel like one of the good guys to say the least.

“I…I’d rather not get into that,” she said bitterly, “But how do you know so much about me? And how did you and whoever it is you work for know of our plan?”

“Wanda, there isn’t much that goes on in the world that we don’t know about. We knew what you were planning from the get go and were ready to stop it before you set foot on that base. We kept an eye on every one of you including your brother. And if what my superiors tells me is right, neither of you were all that enthusiastic about Magneto’s cause.”

“And who exactly are your superiors?” asked Wanda curiously.

“That I can’t tell you.”

“I think I have a right to know.”

“Given that you and your brother helped Magneto when you could have stopped him, you should be grateful you’re in as good a state as you’re in.”

“If you’re going to start lecturing me then you might as well leave because I’m not going to listen!” she said strongly.

“I’m not here to lecture. I’m here to tell you your options.”

“Options? What do you mean options?” said the Scarlet Witch, now looking at this man strangely.

Warren sat down on her bed next to her, getting a little closer to add a little intimacy too the mix. If there was one thing he learned since he joined the Hellfire Club, it was the power of intimacy. It was how Xavier and Selene drew him in and he was eager to try it on someone else. He still had vivid memories of how Selene ravaged him on his first visit. If it worked for him it could work for this lost young woman.

“I know it isn’t easy trusting someone you just fought against, but for the sake of argument let’s say you were given an opportunity to truly be part of something big. Everything you could ever want was offered to you. Wealth, power, pleasure, influence, purpose…you name it, it could all be yours. The power you have now is nothing compared to what you could potentially attain. And all you had to do was serve an illustrious organization with traditions going back centuries. Would you do it?”

Wanda studied him for a moment and contemplated her response. She wasn’t scoffing so that was a good sign. She seemed to be taking it seriously, but she was clearly skeptical.

“That depends,” she said, “In my experience lofty promises often lead to major disappointments. And all the benefits you speak of seem like just a cover for something else.”

“And you’d be right,” said Warren, “But I can’t tell you what that something else is. The only way to find out would be to take advantage of what we’re offering.”

“I don’t even know who you people are! Why should I believe anything you say?”

Warren grinned. This girl was stubborn, not to mention bitter. The offer of wealth and power didn’t necessarily sway her and she didn’t trust easily. Being raised by gypsies had that affect on people. But she was still human. There were always more direct ways of getting through to her and in her vulnerable state it was sure to reach her.

The winged mutant leaned in close so he could whisper into her ear. Wanda was tempted to just hex him across the room, but something about him held her back. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she was very curious. Then she heard him whisper something in a deep, lustful tone.

“Because I’ve been in your position before. I know what it’s like. And I can show you the same way they showed me that this is the place we’re people like us belong.”

Then he whispered some jumbled Latin phrase in her ear. The next thing she knew a strange feeling came over her. The air around her grew hot and her heart rate jumped. She also noticed a wet feeling form between her legs. It came out of nowhere, but it made her sensitive to touch. She began rubbing her thighs together and panting hard. Then she felt his hand on her breast, which was still covered by the top half of her Scarlet Witch uniform, and her world exploded in an explosion of lust.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!” she gasped, “What…what’s happening to me?”

“Relax, Wanda. This is what we at the Hellfire Club are about,” said Warren, “Don’t fight it. Embrace it. And everything you need to know about us will become clear.”

Before she could say anything else, he crashed his lips against hers. At first she was paralyzed, too overwhelmed to do anything. But she soon kissed back, slipping her arms around his neck and feeling along his smooth, manly flesh. Warren was surprised. That little trick Selene did worked like a charm. She charmed his hand before he came here and as soon as he touched her he could feel her lust as she kissed him and felt around his neck and chest. He even felt her legs shifting due to the unbearable heat in her lower areas. She wasn’t resisting. Who could? He doubted she ever got anything like this with the Brotherhood. And he would make sure she really enjoyed it.

The winged mutant began peeling off her clothes. He reached around and unzipped the back of her uniform. Then he grabbed it by the sides and slowly slid it down her body, trailing his lips over her exposed flesh along the way. He paid special attention to her breast where her nipples grew erect and hypersensitive. He also kissed around her inner thighs, which were now soaked with her juices. And since her Scarlet Witch uniform was all one piece, once he got it all the way off she was in nothing but her underwear.

Warren had to admit she was pretty attractive. Her body was nicely developed with all the appropriate curves of a beautiful woman. Her breasts were nice and full, but not quite as big as Emma or Jean’s. Of course they had surgery, but in addition to that she was nicely fit for a woman. She had good overall tone in her arms and legs. Her skin also had a unique luster to it. It was almost as if she was radiating magic. Yet despite her appearance, she was still a little shy.

“You look good,” he complimented her, “Would you be insulted if I called you sexy?”

“Nnn…no,” she said breathlessly.

“Well you are. And you’re gonna enjoy this.”

Warren rose up slightly so he could slip out of his pants. He rarely bothered with a shirt anymore so once they were off, Wanda got an eyeful of his bulging erection. She blushed again, her uneasiness with sex still showing. But she quickly forgot about it as Warren captured her lips again and trailed his lips down further until he reached her panties, which were now wet with her fluids. She rose her legs up so he could get them off. He then hungrily licked over her outer folds, giving her swollen clit special attention. That got her to gasp sharply. This feeling inside her was growing. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please! I want it! Take me now! Fuck me now!” she exclaimed.

“Wow, you’re quite the horny girl,” grinned Warren.

The Scarlet Witch shot up from her position and crashed her lips against his. She slipped her arms around his neck, feeling over his feathery wings as her naked body pressed against his. While they kissed, she parted her thighs and hitched her legs over Warren’s hips. He then grabbed her by the butt and guided her down onto his cock. He rubbed the outside of her opening with the tip at first to tease her. Then he plunged her down onto him, feeling the full depths of her heat.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried out.

It was amazing. This was the first time she ever had sex and it was already more than she anticipated. There was some initial pain, but it quickly subsided and was washed over with an intense feeling of euphoria. The feeling that began with those magical words Warren uttered to her grew stronger, fueling an insatiable lust that took her over. Warren was already working her along his length. Then she took over, gyrating her hips and establishing a heated sexual rhythm. Shots of pleasure filled her body. She clung harder to Warren’s manly flesh, craving more with each blissful movement.

Warren was surprised. He figured this girl was a virgin, but he had no idea she would take to this so quickly. It took her a mere ten seconds and she was already working it like a pro. The way she raked her hands over his arms and chest and the way she worked her hips, squeezing his hard dick with her inner muscles, was an incredible feeling. He also quickly found out she liked it a little rough. She was working it so hard the bed was pounding against the wall. But he matched her thrust for thrust. Having endured Selene, he could endure this.

“Uh-uh-uh-oh fuck-ah-oh fuck-uh-yeah-oh-oh you like it, don’t you/” panted Warren.

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-oh yes-uh-oh I love it-ah-ah-ohhhhhhh yes!” moaned Wanda.

As their bodies moved, they kissed and touched fervently. Warren firmly grasped her sexy butt as her hips grinded against his pelvis and he kissed over her bouncing breasts. Wanda was just as passionate, groping over his manly upper body and running her fingers through the feathers of his wings. They also moved around on the bed slightly, adjusting positions as they kept with the intense pace. Wanda leaned back so Warren could better tease her breasts while he worked her hips along his cock. She also shifted her legs so that they were draped over his shoulders, allowing him to thrust into her at different angles and really hit those special parts inside her pussy. Then she fell back on the bed, pulling Warren on top of her and guiding him into slower, yet more focused thrusts.

It was all very heated. Wanda and Warren worked up a good sweat doing it. Wanda was not only into it, she was pushing him. Warren actually found it hard to keep up with her at times. She wanted it so bad it was hard to satisfy her insatiable appetite for pleasure. He was on the brink of climax. Wanda was close too, but she was holding out to maximize her pleasure. It was almost at point where it was impossible to maintain. Then something unexpected happened.

Wanda’s eyes flashed and her body was consumed with the purplish hue of her hex bolts. She hadn’t actively triggered her powers, but somehow they were awakened and combined with the feeling Warren instilled on her earlier. The mix was potent. Pleasure exploded through her body, mixing with the magic of the spell and sending her over the edge. But it didn’t just lead her to ecstasy. The energy carried over to Warren and he felt it too.

“Uh-uh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck! Oh fuck I feel it!” cried Wanda.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck, me too! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

The glowing aura around her body exploded in a brilliant display of white sparks as she climaxed. Her cunt throbbed hard around Warren’s member, releasing waves of orgasmic bliss through her body the likes of which no words could describe. It was more than just sexual. There was another feeling to this entirely. Warren felt it too, only his didn’t match Wanda’s. That didn’t make it any less intense though. His wings fluttered as he thrust all the way into her vagina, spilling his hot seed into her womb. The added feeling intensified the sensations. It was truly something else.

Wanda’s body kept glowing even as the feeling subsided. Warren watched in amazement as she bathed in this mysterious glow. He may have been just a novice, but he knew magic when he saw it and there was definitely something magical about this. The spell he used to get her in the mood was just a primer. There was no way it could make feelings like this. There was definitely something else going on here. But at the moment he was too spent to contemplate it.

Wanda’s head was spinning. It was like she was in a dream or something. Her body was still hot from it all. Her vagina glistened with a mix of her and Warren’s fluids. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she panted feverishly to collect herself. Lying on the bed, her skin glowing from perspiration, she was officially amazed. She had no idea sex could be such a wonderful experience. Until now she rarely concerned herself with it. She had her urges, but growing up with gypsies and an authoritative father she was taught that sex was wrong. This sure didn’t feel wrong to her. Everything about it felt so good and so right. It led her to consider the possibility that maybe these people were worth hearing out.

But she wasn’t the only one reeling. Warren also needed a moment to collect himself. Sitting at the foot of the bed, still naked and breathing hard, he was impressed with how Wanda reacted to this. Selene told him this was a simple seduction spell. Most anybody could use it and it was one of the first spells she taught him and Scott. But there was something within this woman that reacted strongly to it. He didn’t know if it was her powers or if she was just more sexual than she let on. But if her reaction was any indication, she would do very well at the Hellfire Club.

“You’re quite a woman, Maximoff,” said Warren.

“Thanks,” she said, still short of breath, “And you can call me Wanda if you want.”

Warren smiled. That was another good sign that she may be sticking around. He had a feeling he and the others would come to know her very well.

“It’ll take a while to sink in. I know that from experience. But once you get your head together, think about what I said. The Hellfire Club is a great place. Here you’ll learn to embrace your true nature in ways you never knew existed.”

“I’ll take your word for it. But bear in mind I won’t make any major decision until I talk to my brother.”

“Oh don’t worry about him,” grinned Warren as he got up and stretched, “I have a feeling he’ll be just as curious as you.”

Wanda was surprised for a moment, but she was too spent to contemplate the meaning behinds his words. She was too spent to even get dressed. She just laid back on her bed, contemplating what just happened and what lay before her. This Hellfire Club as they called it sounded different from anything else she and Pietro had been involved with. This wasn’t some other major cause that would require them to sacrifice so much for a future that was only a dream. This was something that may actually allow them to enjoy life. And after all the hardships they faced, it seemed like a welcome change.

Plus, she was curious about that power Warren used. After her experience with him, she was eager to learn more about these mysterious forces.

Rural Germany

“Aunt Irene! Vhere are zhe extension chords? I need an extra plug to charge my cell phone!”

“Downstairs in the red box, Kurt,” said a middle aged blind woman from her room, “It’s right next to the Christmas decorations.”

“Danke!”

The smell of brimstone filled the air as the teenage mutant, Kurt Wagner, teleported down to the basement from the third floor of his rural German home. It was his unique way of getting around and it was much more efficient than any other means. It would have been a remarkable blessing if it didn’t come with a nasty addition…his appearance. Most everybody who saw Kurt was either shocked or scared of him. To them he looked like a demon. He had blue fur covering his body, a tail with a spaded tip, hands and toes with only three digits, and penetrating yellow eyes. But to those who knew him, like his guardian Irene Adler, he was the nicest guy anybody could know.

Irene had been raising Kurt since he was a baby. He was the biological son of her long-time friend, Raven Darkholme. She had him years ago when she was married to a wealthy German aristocrat named Baron Christian Wagner. But he wasn’t Kurt’s father. His real father was a figure Mystique rarely talked about even to her. She didn’t know the details. She only knew his name was Azazel or something and he his appearance was similar to Kurt’s. Why Raven sought him out was still beyond her, but given her husband was infertile and a poor lover she did put herself out there so to speak. It was only natural one of them would catch her fancy, but it came at a high price.

When Baron Wagner found out that Raven was pregnant, everybody was suspicious. They all suspected adultery, but she insisted that Baron was the father. She managed to convince many, but not Wagner himself. He demanded a blood test while he was still in-utero. It was at this point Raven knew the game was up. She ended up killing her husband and fleeing from a mob of angry locals. She and the unborn Kurt were in a tight situation, but were rescued by Charles Xavier, who was an aspiring businessman at the time. He got Raven to safety. And in return for protection and money, she became one of his top agents.

Since then, Raven worked loyally for Xavier, using her old alias Mystique as cover. After he was born she placed Kurt under her care and moved them into an opulent rural manor. While Raven was out, she was his guardian and teacher. She taught him how to read and write and how to use his powers. Mystique visited as often as she could and taught her son the skills of a highly touted mercenary over the years. But he was never one for that kind of life. He was content lounging around, reading, and exploring the forest around the manor. But lately she suspected he was feeling trapped here. He wanted to get out into the world and do something with his life. But his appearance limited his potential.

Sighing to herself, Irene rose up from her seat and made her way down to the kitchen to make herself some tea. Even though she was blind, she had memorized the layout of the manor and could easily navigate her way through. She also memorized how everything was organized in the kitchen so she could cook for herself without help. But just as the kettle was boiling, she heard a presence into the room.

“Back from your stroll already, Anna?” she said, not turning away from the stove.

A cloaked young woman who went by Anna Raven, shook her head as she entered the kitchen.

“Dang, how do ya always know?” she said in a thick southern accent.

“It’s one of the few benefits of blindness. Every other sense gets a little stronger.”

Anna sighed as he removed her cloak which covered much of her body, and tossed it over the side of a chair. No matter what she did, she could never sneak anything past Irene.

“Is something wrong?” asked Irene.

“No. Just the usual,” said Anna, “Ah went into town, did a little shopping, got some lunch, and what not.”

“So what happened?”

The young woman sat down in a chair at kitchen table in a foul mood. It was amazing how an innocent outing could be such a risky venture.

“Some guy got a little too close,” she muttered, “Ah know you’re always tellin’ meh to keep at least three feet of distance between meh and the closest person, but this guy was kind of cute and well…we started flirting.”

Irene rolled her eyes. She knew where this was going.

“Ah told him the cloak was for a reason. Ah even tried to convince him Ah had a skin condition or something. But then again that never works. So we keep talkin’ and the next thing Ah know he takes mah hand. And it just so happens Ah wasn’t wearing my gloves.”

“I thought we agreed you would never take them off when you’re out in public.”

“Ah know! But it sucks when its almost ninety degrees out! Ah just took them off to give mah hands some air. It just slipped mah mind.”

It was a story Irene had heard plenty of times before. Her little Rogue as she and Raven called her couldn’t always keep herself away from people. She was human. She craved contact as much as the next person. But contact for her had many dangers.

“How bad is it? Am I going to have to call in a favor again?” asked Irene.

“Not this time,” said Anna, “He didn’t hold on long enough to get drained all that much. He looked pretty out of it though. Everybody thought he was having a seizure or something. Ah managed to slip away so Ah don’t think anybody made any connections.”

“Good girl. You were smart, not to mention lucky.”

“Ah know. But still…”

There was sorrow in her voice. Irene never liked hearing it, but Anna’s life had never been easy. She was originally born in the United States in Caldcott County Mississippi on a hippie commune. Growing up in such an environment gave her a rebellious attitude, not to mention a thirst for adventure. She was sassy, witty, and spoke with an exotic southern accent. She was also pretty attractive for a girl her age, bearing a nice, curvy figure with a touch of athletic tone. She also had a distinctive white streak in her hair that went well with her beautiful face. But all her rebelliousness and sass came to ahead the day she kissed a boy for the first time and her latent mutant powers activated.

It would become a dark day in Anna’s life. It was then she began a life isolated from the rest of the world. Her mutant powers gave her the ability to drain the life energy from anybody she touched. That first boy she kissed ended up in a coma and she ended up with his skills and memories. It led her to run away from her family, who had become increasingly distant from her. She lived isolated in the woodlands of Mississippi for a while, always staying cloaked so nobody would touch her. It’s what eventually led her to adopt the nickname Rogue. Then Mystique found her and everything changed.

At the time Mystique was doing recon work for Xavier and she just happened to be in the area. So she sought her out and took pity on her. Irene always believed Raven saw a bit of herself in young Rogue and believed she had potential that shouldn’t be wasted in the backwaters of the Deep South. So she convinced Rogue to come with her. It wasn’t too hard a decision. She was just barely getting by at that point and Raven offered her food, money, and a home. So she followed her back to Germany where she joined Kurt and her. While her future, and Kurt’s for that matter, was still uncertain, Raven promised them she would find a place for them.

But Raven made that promise years ago. Since then she was rarely around. Most of her time was spent working for this mysterious man they knew only as King. She never told them the details of what she did, but they knew she got her hands dirty. She even tried teaching them some of her mercenary training like combat and alertness. It was all building towards something. They could feel it. But for Irene, who had the mutant power to see the future in dreams, they had many paths before them.

As Rogue sulked, Kurt ported in from downstairs.

“Ah, greetings Rogue. How’s life on zhe outside?” he asked.

“Ah don’t wanna talk about it,” she muttered.

“Oh…I see. Vell zhen I don’t vant to hear about it. I always believed in zhe old adage zhat no news is good news.”

“Do ya always have to put a positive spin on everything, Kurt?” said Rogue with a half smile.

“It’s my job,” he shrugged.

They both shared a smile. Kurt was always able to empathize with Rogue. While his power wasn’t nearly as life-threatening, he was also isolated. His appearance turned many people off and few were eager to get close to him. It was disheartening, but he never let it get her down. He could always find something to smile about and that was something Rogue loved about him. He was the closest thing to a brother she had and she was the closet thing to a sister for him.

“It’ll get better you two,” said Irene, “Have faith in the future.”

“No offense, Irene, but that’s easy to say when ya can actually see it,” retorted Rogue.

“Point taken. But there’s only so much I can see. The future is fluid and can change at the smallest whim. Just one minor decision can change the course of history. And you’re both at an age where the decisions you make will effect who you become.”

“Zhat’s kind of difficult vhen our decisions are so limited. Ve can barely leave zhis area vithout risking a riot,” said Kurt.

“It may be that way now, but I assure you it won’t stay that way. Change is the only true constant. One day something will come into your lives and change everything. And when that day comes you would be wise to embrace it.”

“Well Ah wish it would come sooner,” said Rogue, “It’s gettin’ pretty lonely around here with nothin’ to do but…”

Suddenly, she was cut off by the sight of a new presence standing in the hall. It was Mystique and she heard every word of her little rant. It was perfect timing on her part because that day Irene was talking about was closer than she thought.

“Mother?!” exclaimed Kurt, shooting up from his seat.

“Surprise,” she said, “Miss me?”

“Are you kidding?” laughed Rogue, “You’ve been gone for what? Four months?”

“Sorry, but I had some important business to take care of.”

“So what else is new,” said Irene, sharing in the laughter.

Kurt and Rogue took a moment to give their caretaker a hug. Mystique was never one for affection, but they never doubted she had a heart. She just wasn’t that good at showing it. But they also noticed something different about her. For one she was really smiling. It wasn’t like she hadn’t smiled before, but never like this. Whatever had happened on her latest ‘business’ trip, it must have been big.

“Pack your things,” said the shape shifter with an ominous grin, “We’re going on a trip to New York.”

“A trip?” said Kurt.

“New York? But…” began Rogue.

“I know it’s sudden, but this is big. I’ve been contemplating this day for a long time. You two have been cooped up here long enough. There’s an opportunity waiting for you in Manhattan. I can’t tell you everything. You’ll just have to trust me when I say this is going to change your lives forever.”

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Up next: The Maximoff twins make their decision while Kurt and Rogue arrive in New York for a fateful reunion with their mother.