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The Savage Land Imbroglio	By : Ksennin Category: X-men Comics > General Views: 9884 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: The following story is an adult-themed parody of the Uncanny X-Men comic book. The X-Men and all related characters are property of Marvel Comics. No profit was made from publishing it.

Chapter List
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It was finally happening. Shanna looked down between her legs, almost in disbelief. Her cunt had not caught fire, nor was it flashing like a storm holding lightning inside, yet it felt like both these things and more. All because of the boy… the man… between her thighs.
Zar, with his bright eyes and wispy hair and that smile that made her heart quicken, all now coming against her sex, licking her like a savory treat. She was making such sounds, sounds she had never made with Colossus or the Wolverine, and that was why his smile was so sweet—he liked it when she felt good.
Everything was lost then but the pooling heat within her cunt. She felt once more as she had with Dr. Elsa, but it was not woman’s work anymore. This was a man doing this to her—virile, fertile, life-giving. She let loose a warrior’s scream, muscles tensing, hips jerking upward as she gushed for him. Zar kept licking her through waves of climax, her fluids copious and sweet, trying to drown his insatiable appetite.
When Shanna awoke from the blackness of her pleasure, one of his hands was on her breasts (smearing the evidence Logan left of their rough play) and the other’s fingers were inside her, alongside his tongue. He twisted her nipple and slid inside her folds and rubbed at her clit, learning her pleasures as he inflicted them.
“Curl—curl your fingers inside me. Find the place… my place…”
Wonder of wonders, he did. He found the territory claimed by her own exploring fingers, where not even Dr. Elsa had ventured. Her flesh was his. It changed to suit him, swelled, flushed, wettened, and finally, obediently, she came for him. Rained upon her own thighs and his handsome face, let him moan at the taste of her.
Her hands were in his hair now, his hands at her bottom, lifting her to his mouth like a fine dish. He smiled as she moaned anew. Then fingers went back inside her, his smile at her clit, and she clenched down on those fingers so hard it hurt her, a wet hurt, she was wet under her ass and down her legs and up to her belly button and across his face where he kissed her as her cunt went sweet and a little pained and very, very wet.
She kissed him back without hesitation, a cleansing, sucking away the wetness she’d gifted him with. His cock was hard and strong, and the way he stroked it was a question, but she knew her cunt was too sore for it to be good. Instead, she pulled his hand away, sank to her knees, and returned the worship he had shown her.
It was not as lengthy. As soon as her mouth opened, he hammered himself inside and burst, giving her much to swallow. Still, she swirled her tongue over the softening muscle, left his hips jerking and raw, and then embraced him to let Zar hear the fond whisper of his name. It was all her lips could release after they’d sobbed out so much pleasure.
She collapsed there, in his arms, and as Logan had said, luckily, they were in a bathhouse. He carried them to a great pool of water and they both sunk under its surface, the blue soothing and cool. Both came up for air at the same time. A loofah floated between them. Zar took it.
The same worship, a different prayer. He cleansed her of all Logan’s seed. She didn’t want it anymore, didn’t need it. She needed his touch, running guilelessly over her breasts, feeling their firm weight. She moaned with the tensing and tingling of her nipples, and he dipped down her stony stomach to the triangle of her sex. That he washed very thoroughly.
She, in turn, scooped up water in her cupped hands and anointed him, bathed him with her bare fingers, the soapy water dripping from them. His left hand retracted daringly from the loofah, still running it in circles over her body, but with the other hand massaging her soap-slick flesh, rubbing the lather in.
Shanna responded in kind, taking his limp cock, easing back the foreskin, gently washing the head and empty balls. She released it only to turn around and have him wash her shoulders, her back, her ass. When neither of them could take it anymore, they clinched together, kissed, and sunk into the water. Letting it rinse them clean.
When they came up for air, Shanna had no desire for anything but Zar’s embrace. She coiled herself, kittenish, against his chest as he opened either of the bath’s sluicegates and let the fresh water run over them both.
“My sex is clean now,” she said sleepily. “For your tongue and cock.”
“And fingers.” He chuckled, in a mood where all is forgiving. “Don’t forget my fingers.”
“I will never forget your fingers. My man. My Zar.” Flesh soothed by the warm water and cleaned assiduously of Logan’s mark, she fell with Zar as he sat against the edge of the bath, holding her in his arms like he meant to carry her away. Shanna rested her head against his chest. She could hear his heart from ten feet away, but skin to skin, its beat crashing into her ears, it was an entire world.
His hands lazily stroked her body—not with lust, but with comfort. A sense of belonging. He didn’t need to say anything.
“I never knew I could feel this warm,” Shanna said, her voice barely enough to stir the water beneath her mouth. “I’ve felt it before—sparks when I look at you, when I think of you. But this—you’re the sun, Zar. You end my darkness. I will bear your children.”
He knew enough to say yes. Why not? Who else could he possibly want?
“Good,” she said, facing him with a smile brighter than he’d ever seen on her. “Good.” She took his arms by the wrists and pinned them against the rim of the bath, spreading his body for her to straddle.
As she sank onto him, he felt the world shake.
It took the screams from outside for him to realize that wasn’t Shanna.
***
“God, this place looks like Glenn Beck’s summer home,” Emma said of the Nazi bunker.
Tessa dutifully laughed, though it was the hacky sort of joke her computer mind could’ve written while running Crysis 3. It didn’t even make sense. If this were an inviting location that happened to have Nazi regalia, yes, then you could comment on confusing it for a far-right summer home, but everything was concrete and dank, spider-webs, dried blood—skeletons, even, like a Halloween haunted house.
Still, she followed Emma through the bunker’s flooded corridors, trying to move her bare feet around the many puddles, and especially trying not to brush her nude body against anything. Emma had requisitioned her clothes, so Tessa was on the look-out for—
There. A lab coat was hanging from a rack on a tilted door. She picked it up, looked it over, deemed it satisfactory, shook it out, and quickly covered herself. Emma looked back at her with almost disappointment in her eyes. “Leaving behind your nudist ways so quickly, Tessa? I would’ve held out for something a little more flattering. That white does nothing to bring out your eyes…” With a glamorous flip of her hair, Emma was facing front against and marching off, leading with the breasts Tessa’s catsuit hadn’t been able to zip up over. “Come, Tessa. I’ve got a birthday present for you.”
Tessa followed. Dutifully. “My birthday was three months and four days ago. You shushed me when I tried to tell you.”
Emma waved her hand dismissively. “Pish-tosh. I never forget anything. I simply don’t care. But I do have a birthday present for you, my dear Tessa.”
The corridor opened out onto a copper walkway, overseeing a vast empty space. Emma, a three-year veteran of a modeling contract, splayed herself against the catwalk’s railing, legs spread, arms akimbo, ass out. Tessa felt herself heat. Emma must’ve been psychically interfering with her again.
“Behold, my lovely. The remnants of Project Vengeance.” Tessa joined Emma on the catwalk, looking down on a storehouse of glass columns. Inside each, cloudy water and organic tissue—everything from fetuses to full-grown adults, each female, each blonde, each beautiful. Emma was staring at one in particular. “I can’t wait until this one misbehaves. Imagine giving that ass a good spanking…”
“What is this place?” Tessa asked.
“A tiresome last-ditch effort by the Nazis to restart WW2. Clones, Tessa. Of the finest stock the Aryan race had to offer. We’ll simply tinker with the formula a little. Introduce the X-gene from our own truly perfect DNA, and suddenly have an army of young mutants to educate, to raise, to lead into the birth of a new empire.” Emma kissed Tessa’s cheek sweetly. “You’re going to be the perfect mother—and you’d better get used to calling me Daddy.”
“Emma, that’s…” Even with a thesaurus in her brain, Tessa was lost for words. “Really something.”
Emma patted her on the back. “I know! I know. Don’t worry if it’s a bit much to handle at first, darling, I don’t expect you to be a visionary like me. Just see if you can tidy this place up while I find you some more suitable garments. As is, this is no place to start a family.”
Emma looked over Tessa with a girlish charge of excitement in her eyes. Victorious, desired, and well-loved, she was like a new person.
“On second thought, let’s leave the clean-up to the natives. I’d hate for those clever hands to go coarse.”
Tessa knew enough of Emma’s methods to know what she intended. “Slave labor…? Mistress?” She added the last word in an attempt to mollify. “Isn’t that a little déclassé?”
“I’ll pay them at least as much as Wal-Mart would. Maybe they like Beanie Babies. I was so sure those would be worth something…” With an exhale, she switched to child-like glee. “It’s so nice here. The city has it beat on shopping, but oh, all those millions of people—and their thousands of thoughts. I get the most awful headaches, Tessa, you wouldn’t understand. But without them, my power extends for miles. I’m my own empire.”
“I’m happy for you,” Tessa said and wondered if she meant it. Even though she hated Emma.
The White Queen took her hands. “Let’s go exploring. Maybe they have a Hitler clone somewhere…”
“We could shave his moustache off.”
“And they say I’m the mind reader.”
***
Karl Lycos’s pang of conscience quickly gave way to Sauron’s confidence, his relish. Yes… yes, how could he regret taking the dark-skinned one, especially when she showed such pleasure at his attention? He was Sauron, king among mutants, and all that mattered was more. Giving the gift of his pleasure to more willing wantons like the so-called goddess, and taking the gift of their mutant power for himself. How many ‘X-Men’ lamented their power? Wouldn’t they be happier if he took it for himself? Wouldn’t they all be happier if he was in charge?
Stretching his wings to catch the wind and the sunlight, he let his body become attuned to the mutant radiation that had invaded this paradise. There was a great mass of it in the Fall People’s village, but he knew what that was. The X-Men. He could not be drawn into conflict with them, not while his form still stunk of that fool Lycos. He needed smaller portions—more paeans to his invulnerability.
And he detected them. Two, powerful but isolated. Fitting, challenging prey for a supreme predator like himself. With a mighty flap, he propelled himself into the air current that would take him to the Nazis’ abandoned bunker.
***
What they found was, safe to say, better than Hitler. The base’s commander had a lavishly appointed bedroom, its mahogany wood and Turkish carpets safe from the bunker’s degradation. Tessa almost squealed when she saw it. Emma, ever dignified, simply sunk onto the four-poster bed.
“Civilization. At last.” She patted the mattress beside her. “Lay with me, Tessa. I want to cuddle.”
“Again?” Tessa asked sarcastically.
Emma didn’t know it, but she pouted. “You know that I’m a very giving, generous lover. It’s just that you’re so often a naughty bitch who needs her tight ass pounded.”
Despite her words, she held out her hand invitingly. Tessa took it and was pulled to the bed. Barely had her head hit the pillow when Emma slid over her, supporting herself with an arm on the other side of Tessa, rising over her. Brushing at Tessa’s lab coat, she drew it open like a maid removing a layer of dust from a vase.
“I can feel everything, Tessa.” Her hand slipped between Tessa’s legs, more possessive than pleasuring. “Down in the sweltering swampland—“ Tessa made a face. “The Sun Empire’s army approaches.” Emma walked her fingers over Tessa’s belly. She laughed, ticklish. “The Fall People go about their precious little lives—oh, I think one just lost his virginity, that’s special.” Her forefinger slid the rest of the way up the nape of Tessa’s left breast to her rapidly stiffening nipple. “And here, just outside of town, Storm is telling that tight-assed Cyclops—my, they have such precious names, don’t they?—that his girlfriend is a whore.” Emma’s finger circled the tiny bud as it turned to stone. “His girlfriend and his best friend fucked each other, the poor dear. His head’s all abuzz. He’s trying so hard to be a good leader and disassociate from the whole mess, but oh, he wants to slap the taste out of little Ororo’s mouth and call her a liar. He wants to shake Jeannie until she tells him why she doesn’t love him more. Ah, what a dark, twisted mind our opposition is hiding. It almost makes him interesting…”
Emma leaned down, kissed Tessa’s ‘swamplands’ quite warmly, then licked up over her belly button. “He so wants a fight, a mission, both. Something to put all his rage and confusion into and lucky him. God loves mutants. Here’s the Sun Empire.” Another kiss and Emma broke off to massage her temples, resting the back of her head on Tessa’s toned stomach. Tessa obligingly moved to rub Emma’s shoulders as well. “Now they’re all fighting. The Fall People, the Sun Empire, the X-Men… for all our mutant brethren’s power, they don’t have the numbers. And they’re not killers, not all of them. Not except for the midget and our dear Jeannie. One by one, the slings and arrows are finding their mark. Oh! Shanna is making a quite exciting little run at the Sun Empire’s leader. Dear me… but her little boyfriend is in trouble. He managed to unseat one of the triceratops riders, but now a pack of leashed Velociraptors have him cornered. Oh, good, there’s Shanna to save him. If only she hadn’t left herself vulnerable. A club to the back of the head. How primitive. Oh, this is depressing, Tessa. Cheer me up?”
As Emma’s assistant, Tessa was meant to be single-minded in her duties, especially those personally assigned to her by the White Queen. So it was no wonder that she didn’t notice the intruder in the room until his shadow fell over them. The shadow of a creature all wings and scales, topped off with a pair of baleful yellow eyes overlooking a sharp beak that seemed to sneer at them despite obviously lacking any human expression.
“Ah, you are intimate with each other. How interesting, my little beauties. How very interesting. That will make you all the better subjects of Sauron, master of evil. And give you all the more surprise when you see what pleasure the manhood of Sauron can bring you.”
Oh look, literally a sexist dinosaur, Tessa said. Or tried to say. She could not speak. She could not move. She could barely think. A new heat, above and beyond what touching Emma had done, now permeated her.
Emma, she sent to her mistress, using their psychic link. What’s happening?
Nothing, child, nothing. He’s just using his mutant power of mesmerism to freeze our bodies. I suspect he’ll be penetrating us soon enough.
So what are you waiting for? Mind-blast him!
Let’s not be hasty. I want to see where he’s going with this.
Where he’s going? Mistress, he’s going to have his way with us!
Yes, and won’t that be interesting?
Tessa was still able to move her head, somewhat, though not too quickly or too violently. She looked at Emma and followed her gaze down Sauron’s crudely humanoid body, down to the loincloth wrapped around his waist.
Though composed of ample cloth, it could not quite cover the phallus that dangled between Sauron’s legs, and was slowly rising.
You must be joking.
Emma smirked. Don’t worry, Tessa dear, I wouldn’t think of allowing such a thing inside me.
Good!
Not without making sure it’ll fit. You go first, dear. If it gets into your loose, whorish vagina, perhaps it will make it into mine.
Yeah, right.
Don’t be a hater, my lovely. I just had a vaginal rejuvenation last year and I haven’t had sex with any black men since!
As they conversed at the speed of thought, Sauron was in motion. He pulled the drapes that Emma had instructed Tessa to open, throwing the room into a soft darkness. It didn’t last. The mutant’s eyes lit up, shifting from yellow to red, a glow that warmed the room like a fireplace in winter. Tessa felt the flickering ray of his vision fall upon her lap, where Emma’s fingers stroked idly, inviting his gaze.
As disconcerting as it was, Tessa started to relax. Now she could barely see Sauron’s reptilian face in the shadows beyond his eyes, so there was nothing to be frightened of. She knew it was his mesmerism at work, but it was Emma’s will to give into it. And he did have a big cock—that is, if she could take it, it would definitely prove her loyalty to Emma. She might even be advanced to Black Queen. Then she could get some real intelligence for Professor X…
His voice came in a rich, deep tone that could comfort anyone. “Look into the eyes of Sauron… see how they catch the light? See how they are the light?”
At the sound of it, Tessa leaned back into the pillow’s embrace and Emma’s grip. It was nice to relax after the stress of walking naked through Jurassic Park… “Yes… they are… aren’t they?”
“Yes… look into my eyes… steady gaze as you behold their wonder… but do not exert any unnatural effort. Simply concentrate on my light. Do not remove your gaze. Not for an instant. No. No, it feels too right to look away, does it not? It relaxes you.”
“Yes,” Tessa replied hesitantly, Emma’s questing fingers urging her on. “It relaxes me.”
“It does relax you. You are relaxing until you are completely at ease. Now there are no tensions to harry you. You are under my control. Under my control you are safe, you are cared for, you are loose, comfortable, and completely relaxed.”
“Yes.” Tessa smiled blithely. “Yes, completely relaxed.”
Tessa had the impression of a smile from Sauron, though clearly his protruding beak could not form one. Still, she knew she had pleased him, and this pleased her.
“Good. Good. Now that we’re all relaxed, why don’t you introduce yourselves to me?”
“I am Tessa,” she said gamely. “And my friend is Emma Frost.”
“Charmed,” Emma said wryly, playing along only to a point.
Sauron did not notice, lost in his ready control of Tessa. “Tell me, Tessa, were you a virgin before you met Ms. Frost?”
“Yes. Yes, I was.”
Emma’s voice rang in Tessa’s mind: I knew it. And yet you became my little whore so quickly. Top marks, my dear.
Sauron too watched the reactions play across Tessa’s blank face, the blink of an eye and the twitch of her lips. “She took your virginity?”
“Yes.”
And enjoyed it.
“How?”
Tell him.
Tessa could not bring herself to refuse either of them. She didn’t have the strength. Her body had relaxed until she only had enough energy to breathe. To breathe and to listen. She looked back into his eyes, stiffening slightly, and spoke. Her voice was now an airy monotone.
“I was working as one of the Hellfire Club’s secretaries when she told me I would be shadowing her that morning. I had to go to her room. I saw her getting dressed and there was a strap-on under her clothes. She wore it all day; I accompanied her everywhere and she never took it off. I could see its outline sometimes.”
“Did you touch it?”
Tessa’s eyes twitched rapidly. “No!”
“Did you want to?”
Emma was smiling. She enjoyed Tessa’s humiliation. Feeling the damp heat between her legs—the wetness exposed to anyone in the room who cared to look—Tessa wished she was the only one. “Yes.”
“She daydreamed about it,” Emma said aloud. “Like a little girl thinking about a pet kitten; she wanted to caress it and stroke it and kiss it. But she didn’t dare to even think about putting it inside…”
Sauron’s hypnotic gaze fell upon Emma. “You’re quite a willing slave, aren’t you?”
“For the right master. But please, fuck my friend first. It’s been so long since she’d had a nice, hard cock inside her. She needs someone like you. A big, strong M-A-N to show her what she’s been missing.”
“Yes… yes…” Sauron rubbed lustfully at the throbbing flesh within his loincloth. Already it was aiming itself at them like a missile ready to fire. “Frost, I want you to touch me. Sauron wishes you to ready him to show your lover true pleasure.”
That’s dinosaurs for you. Brain the size of a walnut and personality to match. Oh well, I blew Kellan Lutz and it’s not like he’s going to be induced into MENSA any time soon.
As she thought all this, Emma was drawing aside the loincloth once and for all. Tessa swallowed hard before mentally sending a wow to Emma. Sauron was a lot bigger than even the men Emma associated with. Emma took it in stride, though, tracing a finger over the shaft, smirking at how the muscles supporting that thing tightened as if in sympathy. Then she closed her hand around the head and drew her grip down to the base. She couldn’t make it. The pulse of blood pounding in the huge organ pushed its size larger and larger, until Emma’s fingers couldn’t get all the way around it.
Emma raised an eyebrow and began using Sauron’s own precum to smooth out the ride, putting both hands on the mammoth dick and even licking the underside. Anything to lubricate it. Hope you like a challenge, Tessa.
Sauron ignored her ministrations like they were happening to another person. “What happened next, Tessa? What did Frost do to you?”
“Nothing. At the end of the day she sent me home and I—nothing happened.”
“Didn’t it? Or did you dream of having that false member inside you? Riding it, taking it from behind, even having it in your mouth—your throat—ah…” Sauron exhaled as Emma dutifully encompassed his cockhead with her mouth. It was more of a sloppy kiss than a blowjob—Emma didn’t take him into her throat—but Tessa almost wished…
“Yes. I had a dream that night where Emma… where she…?”
Sauron groaned, growing impatient. “And in the morning?”
“She was in my house… she was there…”
“What did she—“
“She was naked! She had the strap-on!” Hot tears rolled down Tessa’s cheeks. Embarrassment, humiliation—pleasure. “I knew what she wanted. I was already in bed… I moved the sheets out of the way. She was above me…”
“You liked it?”
Answer him.
“I loved it…” Tessa admitted, her mouth twisting in discomfort. Her gaze dropped to Emma. She had him in her mouth. She was blowing him.
“Look into my eyes,” Sauron ordered, though his rich voice did not rise or lower.
Look into them.
“See my power. Witness it as I count. You will sleep when I begin counting and fall deeper and deeper asleep as I continue. When I reach ten, you will be completely fallen. One…”
Tessa went limp, head lolling to the side on the cool pillow.
“Two.”
Sauron smiled triumphantly to himself, resting one clawed hand on Emma’s bobbing head and the other on Tessa’s bare calf.
“Three.”
Tessa laid before him, body entirely relaxed, wholly caught in the trance he’d induced. Like Ororo before her, she had been a most cooperative woman, and things would only go smoother from here.
“Four.”
He craned his head to observe her enticing features. The woman wasn’t quite as much a sexpot as the blonde now worshipping his cock, but still, she had practically begged for his help fulfilling her most secret desires. How could he refuse?
“Five.”
He imagined that still, sedated body writhing under him in an agony of pleasure as he sunk his cock into her.
“Six.”
Or answering the question of those intriguing lips and stuffing his prick between them.
“Seven.”
He grew impatient.
“Eight! Nine! Ten!”
Pulling Emma off his manhood by the hair, he crept onto the bed over Tessa. The human computer realized she was smiling at Sauron, but did not wonder why. She preferred to think of the complete peace of mind that had come about, the warm and friendly feeling she now had regarding Emma, and the rather warm touch that was stealing up her leg, wet and hard, almost like a giant tongue.
“Spread your legs, Tessa. I am Sauron. You cannot disobey me.” He spoke with such firmness that not even the flicker of two competing feelings—one distaste, the other lust—could overcome it. Her thighs opened, she felt the heat of his presence tingling on her sex. It seemed to echo in her breasts, on her lips. She was burning for him. All of her was burning for him.
What’s happening to me? Why do I want this so bad? Why can’t I wait to have him—to be fucked?
Because you’re a slut, Tessa. Emma’s mental voice was richly amused. You’re my slut. I just loan you out now and then.
Sauron touched her then, his sleek white claws caressing her face, brushing her hair aside so she was not hidden from him in the slightest. When they trailed down her body, the sharp tips nicked her occasionally, sending little pains twitching through her body. Each one felt like a spark that might ignite her. She was equal parts dynamite and gasoline; she didn’t know if she would burn or explode.
Emma’s hands moved to Tessa’s breasts, touching them as Sauron couldn’t. Thumbs and forefingers caught Tessa’s nipples and slowly twisted. Like Emma was a living battery, the longer the contact went on, the more electricity seemed to shock her receptive body.
Please, Emma, please! I never knew it could be like this! I never knew…
Yes you did. Emma’s smile looking down on her was one of ownership. Tessa knew now that Emma owned not just her body, but her very soul. And Emma knew she had taught Tessa this lesson.
“Frost, you slut,” Sauron said, in as controlled a voice as he could manage. “Get her legs.”
He and Emma were on the same wavelength, even without mesmerism. Emma took Tessa’s legs and, taking a seat on the bed’s headboard, pulled them back to Tessa’s shoulders, not stopping until Tessa’s ankles were over her head. Sauron could look down and see her upturned buttocks, ivory-white, a wonderful study in convexity. Crowning the apple of her derriere was her slick pink cunt, visibly aroused and spread open by the pulling of her legs.
Mouth hanging open with lust, Sauron brought his engorged cock to her ass. He could already hear her mewling in helpless pleasure, and the thought goaded his erection past the point of no return. The blood throbbing inside the plum-sized head was becoming painful, and a thin stream of seminal fluid was seeping from his glans. It smeared wetly against the sweeping curve of Tessa’s bottom.
“Speak to me, Tessa. Answer a question from your god. Do you wish to feel this between your legs?”
“Yes… yes, master.”
Sauron drew yet closer, his cock now throbbing in the space between Tessa’s left leg and right, the shadow totally eclipsing the mound of her womanhood. Emma closed Tessa’s legs for her, clamping Sauron’s cock softly between them, and a spurt of silver landed in Tessa’s sparse pubic hair. She could feel him vibrating within her flesh.
Tell him how it feels.
“It feels wonderful… between my legs… so good…” Tessa struggled to make sense of her tangled thoughts, to give voice to them as Emma had instructed. A part of her was indignant, apoplectic, but it was easy to ignore. She’d done it so often in the past that she could almost partner her shame and humiliation with… ecstasy. She found a stray thought and carried it to her mouth. “I feel you throbbing against my thighs and I want more.”
“She wants you deeper,” Emma said, opening Tessa’s legs once more.
Sauron ground his cock against her spread sex, luxuriating in the first gasp of pleasure from his new acolyte. He pushed the bell of his cock into her, then forced it in, steadily overcoming her resistance to his size. He was not unmerciful. He went slow, calm, knowing she could not repel him. And, to Emma’s growing smile, she did not.
No, Tessa groped down her body as it seethed in lust, resisting the urge to fondle herself until she’d reached the meeting of her body and Sauron’s. She felt the full length of his member, hard as a bar of titanium, and caressed it reverently. It seemed a miracle that she could feel its convulsive pleasure both on her hungry cunt and in her soft hands. And although in that moment, Tessa would’ve been content to tenderly touch his manhood for an eternity, she knew what she wanted, what Emma wanted, what Sauron wanted.
Holding it in place with one hand, she put her other arm around Sauron’s midsection, hand splaying just above his tail. His scaly skin was cold to the touch; an incredible contrast to the heat of his erection. With all her strength she pulled, merging her effort with his to get him inside her, to actually encompass the icon of sexual pleasure before her and allow it to quell the heat inside her body that had risen to an inferno.
“Now you are Sauron’s.”
Tessa winced, she couldn’t help it. It stung as her body gave in to his brutal pressure. She opened her mouth to cry out with the pain of housing him inside a body that seemed far too small, but her lips let vent to empty air. Emma had subjected her to far crueler pains, and pleasures, and this she could endure, after a fashion. She closed her lips once more, only releasing a tiny whimper.
Suddenly, Sauron wanted more than that. He wanted her begging for mercy. For some reason, he looked to Emma, and found she gave him an approving nod. Then he rammed forward, sinking his lust-hardened cock deep within Tessa. Such was the speed of the thrust that his testicles impacted resoundingly with Tessa’s ass. The room was filled with the sound of a hearty slap.
Tessa ground herself into the not-soft-enough mattress, trying to escape her impalement. Her legs jerked, also trying to free themselves from Emma’s hold. But her naked body was caught to the bed as if held there by a stake, and with every jerk of her body, he seemed to burrow further into her. With no other outlet for the pain, she screamed: “Emma!”
Emma was not listening, not that she ever paid much attention to Tessa’s indignities. She was staring at Tessa’s curly black pubic hair, already smeared with precum—the base of Sauron’s cock still protruding lengthily from the furrow of Tessa’s cunt—the pink lips of her sex stretched to the breaking point around a cock that resembled nothing so much as a prehistoric snake winding into her fertile body. She was savoring, as an art critic would a Monet, the spectacle of her bitch speared powerlessly beneath an inconceivably alien lover, held there by a remarkable impalement, fucked to the point of torture. And she was touching herself.
She had been for several minutes, her purloined catsuit opened to the waist and her hand sunken under its leather as she psychically paralyzed one of Tessa’s legs in place for her—a typically thoughtful action on Emma’s part. But it was no longer enough, and she was tired of being left out of this almighty fuck. Rising, she walked over the mattress, not caring if she stepped on Tessa but conveniently missing her. She stood before Sauron, undoing her zipper the last few crucial inches to expose her saturated groin. Then she took his hairless head in her hands, fingers locking on its saurian contours, and quite simply fucked herself on his beak.
Emma orgasmed instantly. As she’d expected, that hit the spot.
For eternal minutes they worked like that—congealed into one being by mesmerism, psionics, and pleasure, endlessly writhing together to express the many shades of ecstasy that were passing between them.
With his attention off her, Tessa was able to focus on the searing pain of the blunt entry inside her. Her mind was a maze of shattered thoughts, but she was able to make her way through it, to the point of delirious realization—the knowledge of every cool scale within her, her nerves relaying its vast size in minute detail until her mind had memorized it.
And then, like a delayed epiphany, her cunt contracted around the intruder like a glove being pulled tight, her thoughts becoming a fisted ball of endless hunger that was just as quickly resolved in an inner explosion that pounded on her eardrums. She was having a climax, the first of many, and it dovetailed perfectly with the exhilaration of her shame.
And inside Emma, as she flexed her muscles on her own smooth-worn intruder, eking all the pleasure she could out of the smaller but still oversized implement, Sauron opened his beak minutely, stretching Emma to the perfect painful degree, and his rough tongue snaked out to lick places none of Emma’s lovers, not even the committed lesbians, had ever reached.
Sauron felt the fluttering pressure of women’s ecstasy against his mouth and cock. He had known it would come: no woman could fight her body’s instinctual keening to him. He flexed his cock gently within Tessa, careful not to hurt her too much, and was gratified with the answering clench of pleasure on her part. Above him, Emma was gyrating on his beak as if performing a private dance. Her careening reached its apex and the ever-dignified Emma’s mouth fell limply open, her eyes closing tightly instead of with their usual gentle sensuality. Her second orgasm was even better than the first.
Now, as Emma’s liquid joy literally rained down on Tessa, Sauron rocked himself against the woman he was embedded in, establishing a tempo of easy pleasure that was answered with needy throbs around his cockhead. She was swallowing him up, demanding more, and her whole body became the moist groans that were rising incessantly from her straining throat.
Tessa’s arms wrapped around Emma’s nearby leg, her face pressed worshipfully to a perfectly sculpted calf as she hummed servile compliance into her mistress’s flesh. Then her face twisted with erotic emotion, her mouth worked breathlessly, a light sweat began at her disheveled hair and continued down her body as she once more found herself in rapture.
There was no longer pain. It had merged into her pleasure, like paint and water, and that color now covered her world.
This is so much better when he isn’t talking, isn’t it?
Tessa kissed her mistress’s foot in affirmation.
One of Sauron’s hands slid up Emma’s leg while the other ran down Tessa’s body. Both found the soft, warm globes of the women’s perfectly hewn asses. Each flexed at his touch, his claws nipped at them: he pulled Tessa to his loins as he thrust into her, her sex pulling open to receive him at greater depth as he did the same to Emma. The cords of her immaculately muscled neck stood out as she had a silently gasping orgasm, the only sign of it being the nectar that graced Sauron’s seeking tongue. And Tessa too, in rather more grand fashion.
“Emma! Oh my god, Emma! I’m coming! I’m—SYSTEM ERROR SYSTEM ERROR SYSTEM ERR—“ With a deep-throated cry, Tessa’s body shook uncontrollably, as if trying with all its might to expel the milky fluid that now ran from her sex, immersing his piercing cock and trickling obscenely down the crevice of her ass, even over his balls, pressed snugly to her bruised flesh. “-ORrrrrrr,” Tessa trailed off, eyes blank.
Sauron, master of women. He thought to himself, his mouth otherwise occupied. He’d brought these bitches of his enough pleasure. It was time for his.
He pushed Emma roughly away, slamming her against the wall before she rebounded down to the bed. Similarly he pulled his cock from Tessa’s sex-bruised cunt. With its absence, the pain separated from pleasure like oil from water, and the water cooled the fire that was endlessly burning inside her. She shuddered in yet another orgasm, her body now a continuing series of peaks, troughs, and rises, her ecstasy endless.
She was still coming, Emma beside her, as she noticed Sauron stood over her, hand flashing over his thick shaft, the head pointed directly at her nose. Despite her pleasure, her mind now functioned rationally, and it brutally evaluated her situation with the proper efficiency. Oh, God. What had she done? What had she enjoyed?
Sauron’s excitement rose as if he could sense her growing shame in her widening eyes. His hand correspondingly gained in speed. Tessa closed her eyes to block out the sight, but Emma watched eagerly. She saw his prick pulse and swell, and finally explode. The first spurt hit her, right over her left breast, and she cooed in excitement.
Tessa opened her eyes, and to her computerized vision it was like watching in slow-motion. She saw the slit flare at the end of Sauron’s cock, the darkness within shift to white and blossom out, arching into the air directly in front of her, moving straight and true to cover the tip of her nose and the jut of her proud lips and even the point of her chin. The next came with even more power, hitting her forehead hard enough to tilt her face upward before it ran down the bridge of her nose.
Emma thrust her tits out, mouth open in hungry elation, and Sauron came on her chest. He flooded her breasts, Emma pulling her catsuit wide open to let him cover all their contours, and the volume of his ejaculation leaked down to wash her lower body, even filling her navel. Then he turned back to Tessa, fist pumping, and masked her in male seed.
“You look beautiful, darling,” Emma said, hand traveling Tessa’s legs to their junction. It smarted, having fingers in her so recently ravished flesh, but it also felt good, the cool rushes of air that came in to sooth her every time those well-manicured fingers pistoned back out.
They’re mad, they both are, oh no, oh don’t let this happen, don’t let me—like molten lead inside me, spilling out into my body… all from my… my… CUNT!
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Damn you, fuck me you hot bitch!” Tessa came again, this time for Emma, and it was her greatest orgasm yet.
Emma rewarded her by leaning over to her inundated head, lapping her tongue up Tessa’s cheek, dragging in rivers of cum. She cleaned Tessa’s face as a mother cat would lick her kittens clean.
“You’re right. I am a hot bitch.” As Emma kissed the residue from Tessa’s forehead, she felt Tessa’s tongue collecting the cum from her chin, her neck. Then they licked each other’s cheeks, Tessa’s left and Emma’s right, until their mouths met—tongues stroking the other’s lips before dipping inside to roll against each other.
It became a lingering kiss, their creamy bellies and cleavage grinding together, their legs intertwining. Though even Emma Frost was too fucked out for more, that wasn’t what the kiss was about. Not entirely. It was a gesture between master and apprentice, and they stayed like that for a long time, touching each other’s bodies and feeding each other the cum that was picked up by their hands. The kiss of dominance continued long past the sex.
“Yes…” Sauron crooned. Although he’d ejaculated far too much to recover for several hours yet, their lust for each other made his cock a stiff club against his leg. “Your passion for one another will be useful on nights when I have more important things to do than thrill you to the heights of ecstasy.”
Where only Tessa could see, Emma rolled her eyes. He’s lucky he’s a good lay.
Should we kill him now? Tessa sent back. He did take liberties, even if only in that walnut-brain of his.
No. The power of the Savage Land is shifting. We shouldn’t declare our own authority so hastily. Let Petrie be our lightning rod, and us the power behind the throne.
You just want to see if his tail can fuck you as well as his beak.
You know me too well. But I’ll let you have a say in it. You deserve some privileges, since you don’t have access to the Hellfire Club’s executive washroom here. What do you say, Tessa? Want to be slaves a little while longer?
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