Of Queens and Demons

Thanks again to my reviewers. You are the very best!

Anyway, wanted to take a little space for yet another annoying author's note. I worked a 13 hour shift today (it sounds worse than it is) and had a lot of downplay at work to review previous chapter/work on new ones. I blame my new cable and late-night X-Men Evolution reruns on DisneyXD (don't make fun!). Umm... yeah... so, I realized that I hadn't really written in a solid “cannon” for this story. I guess that because Rogue is a senior, she talks about shoving Mystique off a cliff, and Gambit is mentioned that it happens shortly after the last season. However, some things mentioned in the first couple chapters (like Rogue shopping with Risty) don't jive with the continuity, so my apologies. PHEW. So, now MOVING ON...

Oh yeah- also, just a warning- this chapter includes a pretty graphic three-some between Rogue, Emma and Cyclops. Read on if you can dig it.

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Telepathy 101 had a jerky start that Monday. Not only did several students show up late, but Jean and Emma had a difficult time figuring out how to set up Power Point to play on the projector screen. Needless to day, while the instructors were busy gathered around the Dell, the students lost all sense of order and broke out into many loud discussions.

“Pssst,” Bobby Drake whispered from behind Rogue. “I hear that Emma’s boobs are fake. Is that true?”

The goth turned around to give the boy a deathly glare. “I don’t know and I don’t care. Who’d you hear that from anyway?”

“Kitty.”

Rogue turned to her roommate who responded with a sheepish look. “Sorry,” she said from the seat to Rogue’s right. “You know me and my big mouth.”

“So you do know,” Iceman pressed. “Are you two friends or something? I’ve seen you hanging out with her after school.”

“Yeah, we’re friends,” Rogue replied as if daring him to say anything about it. Bobby Drake probably would make a cheap shot at Rogue hanging out with the mansion’s very own Playboy bunny. But, to her surprise, Bobby and the rest of the students instantly bombarded her with questions and generally seemed impressed by her friendship with the new mutant.

“Where’s she from?” Jubilee asked.

“What size bra does she wear?” Bobby demanded.

“Is she telekinetic like Jean?” Nightcrawler pried.

“I don’t know anymore than the rest of you,” Rogue said. “Why don’t y’all try askin’ her yourself?”

“Are you kidding?” Roberto exclaimed. “Do you have eyes? Man, she’s way too hot to talk to me.”

“Is she a real blond?” Boom Boom inquired, knowing full well that everyone in the mansion knew that she herself was a bottle blond.

“I heard she’s rich,” Amara said. “Does that mean she’s royalty or something? Or like an heiress?”

“What is this, the Spanish inquisition?” Rogue shot a pathetic look to Emma Frost who was still too busy with the computer to notice the uproar gravitated around her.

“We’re just curious.” But Kitty looked out for blood rather than out for information.

Jean, meanwhile, finally got the slide onto the screen. Unfortunately, the students were still grilling Rogue about their new teacher to notice. “Okay guys,” she said. “It’s time for class now. Sorry about the wait.”

Of course, the students didn’t even hear Miss Grey. Emma turned to her colleague and smiled. “Let me handle this, dear,” she said. Jean opened her mouth to object, but Emma had already stepped in front of the class and grabbed the students’ attention with a sharp clap of her hands.

“It seems you all have some questions for me,” she said. “In the interest of quelling your curiosity and getting this show on the road, I’ll allow one question from each student.”

Bobby raised his hand first, high in the air, and waved it around frantically.

“Yes, Bobby,” Emma said, rolling her eyes.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Now, Bobby-” Jean began to say.

“It’s okay, Jean,” Emma interrupted. “I’ll answer the question. No, I do not have a boyfriend at this time.” Rogue did not miss Emma’s smirk when the two finally met eyes.

“I have a question.”

“Yes, go ahead Jubilee.”

“You’re a telepath, right? Is that all?”

“That’s an excellent question, Jubilation. No, telepathy is not my only mutation. I can also create a diamond shell to protect my body.”

Jean started at the last part. A diamond shell that protected Emma from… Rogue? Was that how they had circumvented Rogue’s power?

“Um, Miss Frost?”

“Yes, Kurt.”

“What made you come to the institution?”

Jean sensed her co-instructor’s hesitation and decided to step in. “All right, all right. That’s enough for today. You’re clearly making Miss Frost uncomfortable. Let’s all save our questions and comments until after class, okay?”

But Rogue barely paid attention to the lesson. Both Emma and Jean tried to engage the students in a game, though no one seemed too enthusiastic about it. Thus class dragged on with Jean controlling most of the lecture while the students snuck notes and whispers about Miss Frost across the room. She saw Bobby leaning over his desk in a futile attempt to view more of Emma’s cleavage. Rogue passed the time by doodling “notes”. She began with bubble letters about how bored she was and then moved on to sketches of her fellow mutants. For some reason, Emma Frost frequented most of these doodles. In fact, she was so absorbed in putting the finishing touches on a picture of Emma dominating her students with a whip and evil cackle that she nearly screamed when the subject of her doodle suddenly put a hand on her shoulder and spoke.

“Class is over, Rogue, and the rest of the students have left.”

“Oh, sorry,” she stammered.

“It’s no problem.” Emma paused and then added, “But do try to be more discreet about drawing in my class next time.” She eyed Rogue’s recent endeavor with a small simper.

“Sorry,” she repeated and slammed the notebook shut, embarrassed. Emma opened her mouth to say something else, but Rogue lowered her eyes and darted out of the classroom fast as a hummingbird.

“Emma,” Jean said, seizing the opportunity the empty room presented, “may I have a word with you?”

“Of course,” Emma replied in her most genial tone. “How may I help you?”

“Let me preface this by saying that I honestly did not mean to pry. That said… last night I picked up on some pretty intense emotions coming from your bedroom. Emotions that both you and Rogue unconsciously projected to me…”

Emma paused at first, not sure how to react. Keeping her composure, she folded her arms across her chest, raised an eyebrow and said only, “Is that so?”

“I find it unacceptable, really,” Jean continued. “I know it isn’t my place to say this but… she is your student and a young, impressionable girl who has, up until recently, never experienced more than a kiss.”

Emma’s brow arched even higher.

“Emma, you are over-stepping your authority. The private lessons you told me about… the ones you said were to help Rogue control her powers… well, I never thought that they would turn out to be some perverted excuse to bed Rogue.”

Emma snorted. “Fine words coming from the person who stole her crush and never once had faith in her powers or her place as part of the team.”

“How dare you!”

“How dare you,” Emma returned. “You assume that I am preying on her. Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps Rogue wanted to sleep with me?” Her ruthless smile cut into Jean’s composure. “Or does that go against your narrow conception of reality?”

“It doesn’t matter what her feelings are!” Jean countered, frustrated. It seemed so obvious. “Dangling the chance for sex in front of someone untouchable is like handing cupcakes to a child brought up on green beans. How could she say no?”

“Oh that’s rich,” Emma laughed. “You’re such a bitch, Jean. You think Rogue’s so pathetic that she’d fuck anything that came up to her and didn’t die from the contact. Your pity is simply condescending.”

“What would you know about pity, criminal?”

Emma fought the urge to tear every single red hair from Jean’s scalp. “That’s exactly why you’ll never understand Rogue. You can’t see beyond your carefully shaded world of black and white. But even if you can’t accept it, I will continue tutoring Rogue through any means I deem appropriate.”

“You think what happened last night is appropriate?”

“Is it so hard to believe that Rogue is a person with desires just like everyone else?” Emma shot back. “While Scott’s fucking you, have you ever wondered how hard Rogue wished to be in your place?” Jean drew back, offended. “You insult Rogue and you insult me when you imply that she’d pick ANYONE to fuck. I’m a beautiful young woman and so is Rogue. And if you have a problem with our relationship, you can just deal with it.”

Satisfied with her final words, Emma wheeled around and started for the door.

“I wonder what the professor would say,” Jean commented daringly.

Emma froze and turned to face Jean once more. “Go ahead,” she antagonized, “tell Xavier about Rogue and I. Then I’ll tell Scott all about your wild fantasies involving Mr. Logan. What a scandal! I mean really, Jean, he’s so OLD.” The redhead blushed. “Invasion of privacy goes both ways, darling. Don’t forget that I’m a telepath, too. And may the best telepath win.” With that, Emma left the room.

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“Hey,” Rogue said when she saw Emma walking down the hall. “What was that about? I mean… Jean wantin’ to talk to you and all…” She looked down at her sneakers awkwardly.

“Don’t lie, Rogue,” she replied coolly. “I can read your thoughts. You heard our conversation, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.” Emma offered a comforting hand, but Rogue shrugged her away.

“Well, whatever. I don’t need your pity. It’s not like I’m not used to that kinda treatment. Everyone thinks I’m some sort of freak – that I’m so pathetic that if even Magneto told me he could touch me, I’d spread my legs right then.”

“I don’t think anyone but Jean thinks that,” Emma said softly. “But her words clearly hurt you. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Actually,” Rogue replied, “I’d rather talk about anythin’ but what I heard her say back there. Just thinkin’ about it makes me wanna… ugh! I don’t know… kill her is definitely NOT the word I’m lookin’ for.”

“That makes two of us,” Emma quipped. She took Rogue’s gloved hand and squeezed it gently. “Come on, let’s go to my room. I can think of a million ways to make you feel better.” She punctuated her last point with a seductive purr.

Rogue nodded shyly and followed the blonde to her suite. Immediately after entering the room, Emma went to her cabinet and pulled out a bottle of aged brandy. She poured a small glass and presented it to Rogue.

“No thanks,” she said, finding a seat on the foot of Emma’s bed, “I don’t drink. I could lose control of my powers doin’ that.”

“It’s all right,” Emma murmured. “It’s only you and I here, right? One drink won’t hurt any.” She thrust the drink just under Rogue’s nose. “Come on. It’ll clear your thoughts.”

“Okay.” Rogue meekly accepted the glass and took a tentative sip. She nearly gagged at the taste – like gasoline stored in a charred oak barrel. But Rogue hated Emma’s expression even more than the taste. Emma looked at her like a mother amused by a child’s antics. Rogue’s temper flared and, determined to show Emma that she was no kid – that she could actually handle a little liquor – she threw back the rest of the brandy. She wore a grin of triumph prematurely, as the liquid burned on the way down and Rogue erupted in a fit of coughs.

Emma patted the girl’s back. “There, there. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Rogue shook her head. Her body already felt warm and fluid, as if she were soaking in a hot bath. “Wow,” she breathed. “I can see why people drink.” Then she sat up and shot a frantic look to Miss Frost. “Hey, you know I’m too young for this stuff, right?”

“Yes,” she said. “It’ll be our little secret.” She moved behind the girl and gently began to massage her shoulders. Rogue sank into Emma’s touch, moaning a little when the blonde’s hands moved down to meet the small of her back. “Would you like another drink?”

She didn’t wait for a reply, but crossed to the cabinet and refilled the glass, this time putting a cherry on top. After making a drink for herself, Emma handed the glass back to Rogue. “This ought to help with the taste.”

“Thanks.”

The gothic mutant stared at the drink for a few moments before taking a sip. Emma was right. The cherry really did make the brandy more palatable. She took another drink, now relishing in the slow burn that eased deep into the pit of her stomach. But the cherry’s color made her think of Jean’s flame red hair and, as a result, she began to think of all the things she hated about the fiery telepath. “Stupid Jean,” she said, experiencing already the loose-lips that came from a girl’s first experience with alcohol. “She’s always up in everyone’s business. And why not? She’s so fuckin’ perfect. When she’s not busy being a super mutant, a super student, or a super girlfriend, she has to make sure everyone else is just as ‘super’.” Rogue looked at her glass and frowned. “I bet Jean doesn’t drink. That would mean she has problems.”

“Jean’s not that perfect,” Emma countered, rising once more to refill the drinks. Emma had practically gulped hers down, and made herself a stiff double. Rogue’s was half-full still, but Emma topped it off with more brandy. “She’s near-sighted and assuming. She’s also a control freak and has problems trusting others.” She crossed to the bed, sitting by Rogue and handing her a third brandy. “Here. Don’t drink this too fast or you’ll regret it.”

But Rogue wasn’t listening. She took a large gulp and sighed. “She kept Scott under her spell even when she was dating that douchebag Duncan Matthews.” Just thinking about her unrequited love for Cyclops brought tears to her eyes. She quickly looked away and sniffled. “Even if Scott didn’t think of me romantically, he still was nice to me. He made me feel welcome when everyone else thought I was still the enemy. He bought me a necklace for Christmas and spent the whole day with me so I wouldn’t feel alone. And I was so stupid… I loved him because he included me and didn’t treat me like some sort of disease. When I’m with him I always feel… normal.”

“Do you still love Scott?” Emma asked.

“I don’t think so,” Rogue admitted. “I made terms with the fact that he loved Jean a long time ago. Still, I can’t help but admire him. Cyclops is nice person in a world full of assholes. And he’s the second person who hasn’t treated me like some ‘thing’.”

“Who is the other person?”

“You.” Rogue smiled and, without thinking, kissed Emma on the cheek. Her powers barely activated and only picked up a hint of Miss Frost’s psyche. “I never would’ve guessed that I would like you. I mean, no offense, but I never thought I was… well, you know…” Emma tried to reply, but Rogue had no intention of ceasing her monologue. “But, really, it doesn’t surprise me that much. My parents… well, Irene and Mystique, the only parents I ever knew, they were lovers. I guess growing up in a lesbian household had some sort of unconscious influence over me.”

“Do you really think so?” Emma mused. “For me, I always assumed it had something to do with my powers. I like men, but their minds are always focused on one thing. Women, at least, frightened me less in their attitudes toward sex.” She caught Rogue’s eye and smiled. “To be honest, I totally understand your crush on Scott Summers. He… he’s one of the only men I’ve met who has looked me in the eye and treated me like a person and not a T-Bone steak. It really is too bad he’s stuck on Jean.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” Rogue said flatly, finishing the rest of her drink.

Emma also finished hers and studied Rogue curiously. The girl’s usually pale cheeks were bright red and her eyes had lost that hard edge to give way to a sort of drunken vulnerability. She hadn’t ever seen Rogue looked so relaxed and uninhibited. It was quite a sight.

“Well, it’s his loss,” Emma whispered, putting her glass down and sidling up to Rogue. “You’re one gorgeous Georgia peach.”

“I’m from Mississippi,” Rogue protested off-handedly.

“That’s irrelevant,” she retorted, reaching out to tuck a lock of stray brown hair behind an ear. “Wherever that peach is from, I still want to taste it.”

Rogue shivered, and her cheeks grew even hotter. Emma leaned in so that her mouth was only centimeters from Rogue’s lips. The younger mutant leaned in a little, then pulled away. “Um, I don’t wanna be a pain, but with all this talk about Scott… Well, I think I’m a little too depressed to do anything with you, Emma. I’m sorry.”

“Wrong moment?” Emma asked. Her breath was hot on Rogue’s skin, and the Southern girl had to close her eyes before she could move her head in agreement. Emma moved so that her lips were very near Rogue’s right ear. “Rogue,” she said slowly, “how would you feel if I told you that I could make it possible for you to be with Scott?”

“What do you mean?” she asked guardedly.

“Well, you remember the dream I projected to you, right?” Rogue blushed. “I could do something very similar to Scott Summers…”

“Wouldn’t that be rape?” Rogue asked, alarmed. “I mean, I know he doesn’t think of me in that way. Forcin’ myself on him like that…”

“Who said anything about forcing you onto him? While Cyclops is a polite man, he is still a man. No man could ever regard an erotic dream with a girl as beautiful as you something negative. And since it’s only a dream, no repercussions exist.”

Rogue paused, unsure. The brandy in her body told her full speed ahead, but the prudent part of her brain screamed “STOP!”

“Trust me, Rogue,” Emma said. “I’ll even be there with you. We can both have our fun with Cyclops. Maybe then my little Southern Belle will stop fretting about the one that got away and finally open up to me.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“You’re sure Jean won’t find out?” Rogue finally croaked.

“I’m positive.” She motioned for Rogue to lie back. “Just relax, darling. I’ll do all the work.”

Rogue nodded reluctantly and complied, closing her eyes. This pleased Emma. She grinned and placed two fingers on each temple, establishing a connection with Scott who was, luckily for the both of them, napping while Jean was busy helping Storm with something in the study. ‘Perfect,’ Emma thought as she linked Rogue, Scott and herself.

“Scott,” Emma said, materializing in the psychic space she created. “Rogue and I would like a moment of your time if you’re not busy.”

Rogue appeared next, clad in a very revealing black tank top and cut-off denim shorts. Cyclops looked at her, then at Emma, who, as always, was clad in something equally provocative and completely white. He gulped, feeling desire stir within him already. “S-sure,” he replied.

“Perfect,” Emma purred. “Would you like to talk in your room or perhaps one of ours?”

“My room’s fine.”

Emma smiled, locked the door, and grabbed Rogue’s hand, pulling her toward Cyclops. “Well then, we wanted to talk to you about a mutual problem of ours.”

“A problem?” Scott was predictably clueless.

“Yes,” she replied. “And I think you can help us.”

“I’d be happy to help,” he said. “What can I do?”

“Well, you see,” Emma murmured, sauntering up to the X-Man until she was within a few inches of his reach, “we’re terribly attracted to you. Rogue and I have this unbearable itch, and I was hoping that you might be able to help us scratch it.”

“Is this true?” he asked, looking directly at Rogue.

“Yes,” she breathed, surprised by the honesty and passion pouring from her lips. “I always think of you when I touch myself, Scott. Even if we’re friends, I still think of you fuckin’ me.” Rogue averted her eyes, a little ashamed by her confession. She didn’t mean to sound so pathetic.

“See,” Emma whined, “you’re driving us both crazy.” Sidling up to him, she whispered, “Won’t you take pity on us? We need a big man, just for tonight. Jean will never have to know about it.”

“I don’t know,” Scott replied. “I mean, it’s not fair to Jean, nor is it fair to the two of you.”

“I don’t care,” Rogue returned.

“Nor do I,” Emma added. “We just want you, right now. We don’t care what happens afterwards.”

Scott thought about it for a second before finally caving. “Okay,” he said, “but only if you’re positive Jean won’t find out.”

‘Men are so easy when they’re sleeping,’ Emma thought to herself. She smiled and kissed Scott. “Thanks so much, stud. Why don’t you lie down and make yourself comfortable? Rogue and I will take care of you.”

He did as she instructed. Emma and Rogue joined him on the bed, one girl on either side. While Emma was busy Frenching Cyclops, Rogue concentrated on undoing his belt and gently removing his denim jeans. Cyclops bucked his hips, surprised at how fast the two of them were moving, but ultimately calmed down when Rogue’s petite hands slipped inside his boxers and began massaging his partially erect penis.

“That feels good,” he moaned in Emma’s mouth as Rogue continued stroking him until he was good and hard.

Emma peeked at Rogue, and chuckled at the brunette’s earnest attentions. “Wow, Scott,” she said. “You’re bigger than expected. No wonder Jean loves you.” While Rogue continued pumping the X-Man’s erection, Emma decided to remove Scott’s remaining garments- his white Hanes tee-shirt and socks. Once he was finally naked, Emma began kissing his throat and chest, marveling at all the muscles roped around his thin frame.

Rogue engulfed his dick with her mouth, causing the mutant to nearly shout her name. Though she had loved her romp with Emma, being like this with Scott sent hot flames all through her body. Though she hadn't lied when she told Emma she no longer had feelings for Scott, it didn't mean that she didn't still find him one fine example of God's great work. Damn, with all the Danger Room sessions, Scott looked ready to model underwear.

Her own underwear was soaked already. Rogue would've never guessed that she'd love giving head. She also would've never guess that she was pretty talented. Scott's low sighs had to be a sign of appreciation as she alternated between earnest sucking and teasing the head of his penis with flirty flicks of her tongue. “Ohh, Scott,” she groaned. Scott grabbed Rogue’s hair and forced more of his manhood inside of her. The feeling of her throat constricting and vibrating around his cock felt too good to ignore.

“Don’t let him come so soon,” Emma chided, pulling Rogue away from Scott. “Why don’t we give him a show, hmm?” She leaned forward and drew Rogue into a passionate kiss, making sure to let Scott see her tongue thrusting into the gothic mutant’s wet little mouth. Rogue moaned in pleasure, grabbing Emma’s perfectly augmented breasts and massaging them. Scott did indeed enjoy the show the two girls put on. He enjoyed it so much, in fact, that he couldn’t help the way his hand moved down to stroke his cock.

“I can taste you on her mouth,” Emma groaned in Rogue’s mouth, locking eyes with Scott. She broke the kiss and returned her gaze to Rogue. “Let’s get you undressed.” She pulled off Rogue’s skimpy shirt and gasped when two large breasts emerged. “No bra today, hmmm?” She took a nipple in her lips, sucking hard as her hands unbuttoned the shorts and slid them down the girl’s long legs along with her wet panties.

Rogue was now totally naked, and Emma took a wicked delight in forcing the girl on all fours so that Cyclops could see every inch of her creamy white skin. “Isn’t she beautiful?” Emma asked Scott, running her hand along Rogue’s firm rear with an appreciative murmur. She brought her palm down to give one cheek a little slap, causing Rogue to squirm.

“Yeah,” he hissed, moving his fist faster. “Shit, Rogue, you’re so fucking hot.” He was actually getting into this. He never knew two women fawning over him and each other could be such a huge turn-on. “But I wanna see you naked, too, Emma.”

“I’ll take care of that,” Rogue offered, sitting up and quickly easing the White Queen out of her white hot pants, tube top and lacy underwear. Scott felt as if he was looking as a Playboy bunny. “Jesus, you’re hot, too,” he muttered. Emma was so tan and perfect. Even though her breasts were not quite as large as Rogue’s, they were very impressive.

But Rogue… he surveyed her smooth, snow white skin and groaned. She was even more gorgeous and innocent. He’d never thought about it before, but now he couldn’t help but want to fuck the shit out of her, have her screaming his name, have his cock buried deep inside of her virgin cunt. Emma, he could tell, would give him a ride of his life. But Rogue… sweet Rogue… suddenly making her dreams come true never sounded so good. She wouldn’t be like Jean. She would let him take the reigns. Scott nearly blew his load just at the thought of dominating the inexperienced girl.

He stopped pumping his dick and looked seriously at his bedmates. “I want you girls to kiss again,” he commanded, adopting an authoritative voice that sent chills through Emma and Rogue. They did as he said, Rogue snaking her fingers through Emma’s platinum blonde locks, and Emma cupping Rogue’s pale breasts. “Mmm… I could watch you girls do that all day.” As if on cue, his cock spurted a thick load all over the sheets. He groaned in satisfaction.

Rogue sighed pleasurably as Emma kissed her throat and her breasts. But Cyclops was growing impatient. It was great to watch, but he wanted a role other than the observer. Besides, with so much visual stimulation, he was getting hard again. “Come here, Rogue,” he said. The brunette detached herself from Emma and crawled over to him obediently. “Lay down. I want to return the favor.”

Her eyes lit up in delight and she complied. As soon as her body hit the bed, Cyclops parted her legs and dove face-first into her snatch. Rogue groaned loudly as his tongue flicked her clit. As the surprise faded, desire flooded her senses.

“God,” he murmured. “You taste so good. Just like a Southern belle ought to taste.”

“Oh, Scott,” she sighed, reaching up, pinching her nipples, and throwing her head back in rapture.

Emma saw this and smacked her hands away, replacing them with her lips and hands. “Allow me,” she said between kisses.

Rogue was greedy. She just couldn't get enough. Having both her pussy and her breasts stimulated at the same time felt incredible. Plus, to her astonishment, Scott was almost as good as Emma at oral. If the two kept it up, Rogue was going to come any second.

“Nnngh!” Rogue moaned, trying to pull away as if almost pained. Still, her tormentors did not let up. Scott thrust his tongue deep inside of her as Emma bit down on her right nipple. “Oh mah Gawd!” she cried. Unable to stop herself, Rogue clenched her thighs around Scott's skull and came with a pathetic, strangled cry.

Cyclops lapped up all her juices, enjoying every bit. She tasted so good, sweet but salty. He wondered absently if she ate a lot of fruit. He read in some magazine that it always made come taste better, but maybe that was only a myth.

“Stop,” Rogue whispered, easing her death grip on Scott and patting the top of his head weakly. “Need break.”

Scott stood up and wiped his sloppy mouth with the back of his hand. “Good?” he inquired with a wide grin.

“Mmm hmm,” she murmured sleepily.

“We're not done yet,” Cyclops said, suddenly taking Rogue's legs and hitching them up so that they rested against his chest. He glanced toward Emma. “Is it okay for me to take her first? After all, this is her first time...”

“No,” Emma retorted with a sly smile, “it's not.”

“Is that true?” Cyclops asked Rogue while rubbing his rigid member along her wet slit.

“I fucked her first,” White Queen proclaimed proudly. “She liked it, too. She's a little slut.”

Rogue blushed, but did not refute the claim. Scott stared in wonder, still grinding against the Southern girl. He hesitated, curiosity seizing his hormones. What was it like, he wondered, two girls having sex? He knew without asking that Emma had been the dominant one, while Rogue lay helpless and in ecstasy.

“I almost want to see a reenactment,” he said, “but then again, I don't know how much longer I can last without fucking the shit out of you, Rogue.”

“Please do,” Rogue groaned, her eyes glazed in unmistakable passion.

Emma sat back on the pillows, watching the two intently. “You certainly have my permission,” she told the boy.

“All right, then,” he grunted. “Are you ready?”

Rogue nodded vehemently. Scott pushed in firmly. A silent cry escaped her lips, becoming more of a gasp than anything.

“You okay?” Scott asked, shooting her a concerned look. Even if she had lost her virginity, it didn't guarantee that she had adjusted to the act completely.

“Ah'm fahn!” she nearly screamed. “Just don't stop!”

Emma smirked, watching Cyclops thrust into her new pet. Rogue was really enjoying herself, which didn't surprise her. For all Rogue's misgivings about having mind-sex with Scott Summers, she certainly didn't show it now. Her hair stuck firmly to her sweat-drenched forehead, and her mouth moved to form a little O of pleasure. Emma could only imagine how nice it felt that a nearly three year long crush finally succumbed to temptation and fucked the shit out of her- even if it was simply a “dream.” She found it amusing that Scott never questioned how he could touch Rogue, but she supposed it didn't matter. Explaining such things would be a chore.

'She feels more amazing than I imagined,' Scott thought as Rogue bent one leg around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside of her.

“Oh Sweet Jesus!” Rogue shrieked as Cyclops thrust into her with even more speed and power. “Oh Gawd, yes! Oh! Scott!”

“She really does like it,” Scott said to Emma, who has long since dipped her hand down to play with her pussy.

The blond mutant laughed, then crawled over to the two lovers. She made a face at Rogue, who was to busy taking a serious pounding to notice. “Why don't you do something useful with that big mouth of yours, huh?” Emma had been watching the pair for sometime, and she was more than a little horny. If she didn't get some attention soon, she'd interrupt their little party. So, without warning, she crawled on top of Rogue face's.

“Mmmph!” Rogue complained, but knew better than to ignore Miss Frost. She quickly began working her tongue in and out of Emma Frost's most private area. White Queen moaned wantonly, encouraging her charge.

Scott's grin grew impossibly wider as he witnessed the new development. 'Now that, ladies and gentlemen, is a threesome,' he thought. He leaned forward and drew Emma into a long, French kiss. Emma returned in kind, glad everyone finally remembered that she was still there.

“You're next,” Scott promised between kisses.

“Good luck wearing that nympho out,” she returned, groaning when Rogue sucked at her clit, probably meaning to punish White Queen for her rude remark. Emma's wasn't sorry, though, especially when the action felt so damn good. “Quite the eager little student,” she added, pleased with Rogue's sexual progress.

“Ah can't help it,” Rogue muttered, pulling her head out of Emma's cavern for a few seconds of air. “Ah've gone so long without touch, Ah can't help but be gr- Ooooh!” Scott thrust in so incredibly deep and so suddenly that Rogue forgot what she was talking about.

“Get back down there,” Emma snapped, trapping Rogue's head between two perfectly tanned thighs.

“Yes ma'am,” she mumbled in the girl's snatch.

“Shit,” Scott groaned, pumping faster. “I think I'm gonna come, Rogue.”

“Uh!” she replied.

“I think that was yes,” Emma chuckled. “But to be honest, if Rogue keeps up at her pace, I won't be long either.”

“You going to come, Rogue?” Scott inquired, hiking Rogue's legs up all the way and snaking his right hand down so that he could rub her nub.

“Mmph-humph,” she moaned into Emma, writhing at the sudden sensation. It felt so fucking good. She was almost... there... so close... Rogue picked up her speed on Emma's clit, sucking occasionally until she heard Emma shriek and felt the liquid affirmation that she had crossed the edge. Knowing her work was done, Rogue threw her head to the side and ordered Cyclops to keep fucking her.

“If I fuck you any harder I'm going to-”

“THEN COME!” she yelled, writhing under him. “Come inside me! Oh, Gawd, Scott! Hurrrrrrrry!”

Cyclops gave a serious nod and gripped her hips firmly, humping Rogue at a furious pace. “Shit!” he cried, thrusting once more for good measure before he came, spurting thick fluid deep inside of Rogue's cunt.

“Mmmm!” she moaned in reply, her muscles clamping down tightly on Cyclop's dick. His warm come was exactly what she needed to push her to the point of no return. Rogue came violently, thrashing about and mewling like a newborn child.

“Wow,” Emma breathed after a few minutes. “I can't believe she's still spasming.”

“Me either,” Cyclops murmured. “She's about to make me hard again. I can feel it inside of her. She's milking me for all I'm worth.”

“Well, stud, I guess that means it's my turn.” White Queen winked.

Cyclops studied Emma closely, starting at the beads of sweat along her brow. His eyes flicked from her rose-colored nipples to her small bellybutton stud, finally resting at her neat blond landing strip all matted and sticky with saliva and come. He grinned and pulled out of Rogue. Rogue's writhing coupled with Emma's suggestion ensured that Cyclops Jr. stood straight at attention, just like he predicted. Emma lowered her head and gave his engorged tip a tentative lick.

“Mmm, she tastes good, doesn't she?”

He nodded and moved closer to Emma, about to enter the busty blond. White Queen, however, was apparently full of surprised. She turned around and got on all fours, thrusting her pink, swollen pussy in front of his rock hard dick. “Do me like this,” she demanded, “and don't be a pansy about it.”

Scott Summers didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed her hips and slammed inside of her.

“Mmm!” Emma moaned. “That's it!”

“You like that?” he hissed, bending over her so that he could pound into her even harder. “You said Rogue's a little slut, but I think you are too.”

“I am. Your little slut. Oh God, Scott, fuck me!”

“Oh I plan to.”

He moved his leg again so that he could get deeper inside of her. Emma rewarded him by thrusting backward and squeezing his dick as she rocked forward again. She did this, then swiveled her hips a bit to circle around his member.

“Oh shit yeah, Emma!”

Meanwhile, Rogue opened her eyes to see what all the commotion was about. Scott fucked Emma from behind as she buried her head in a pillow and clutched the blankets with her fists. She was shrieking like a banshee, and Scott was getting into it. Rogue would have never imagined his liaisons with Jean Grey to go like this, but who was she to judge? Certainly no one would've imagined she and Cyclops doing it, let alone she and Emma.

“Welcome back to reality, Rogue,” Scott laughed, noticing her revival.

“When is it gonna be my turn again?” she asked deliriously.

“Just as soon as I finish with this fine piece of ass, right Emma?”

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. Her voice shook with the force of Cyclop's thrusts and her tits bounced in time with their steady yet fierce rhythm.

It didn't take long for Emma to come again, and it seemed as though she came twice before Scott pulled out and spurted his final load all over Emma Frost's ass and lower back.

“Thanks,” Emma murmured, turning over to give Scott a kiss. “I daresay our itch has been scratched.”

And then... it was gone.

X X X

Rogue awoke with a start to find herself lying in bed with Emma. Both were completely naked and laying on disheveled. 'When did I take off my clothes?' she wondered, nudging the sleeping Emma until she awoke with an annoyed groan.

“What do you want?”

“It was just a dream, right? How did we end up... Why is there...?”

“It's not just a dream,” Emma replied quietly, rolling to her side so that she could play with one of Rogue's silver locks of hair. “It was a telepathic connection. It was very much real, even if it happened in our minds.” She looked down at the stained sheets and laughed. “To be honest, I'm surprised they aren't worse. You were something else, Rogue. I'm sure Scott never would have thought sullen Rogue could be such a sex fiend.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.” To emphasize her point, Emma drew Rogue into a deep kiss. Though she hadn't thought to erect her diamond shield, very little life force transferred. But both girls were too mentally and apparently physically exhausted to continue and soon fell asleep.

Down the hall, Scott awoke from what he assumed was a really strange and strangely realistic wet dream. It hadn't been entirely unpleasant. In fact, quite the opposite. But he struggled on how to place it. Or what to say to Jean... if anything.