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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 7: Prospective and Punishments
Avengers Mansion – Ms. Marvel’s Room
“I’m sorry we failed you, Carol. That’s twice now and that’s two times too many. You’re an Avenger, but more importantly…you’re our friend. I understand why you’re doing this, but never forget. You’ll always have a place here.”
Less than an hour ago, Captain America said those heartfelt words to Carol Danvers. Years of military training, combat experience, and discipline meant to control her emotions faltered. When she shed a tear, she didn’t hide it. She didn’t stop herself from hugging the living legend with a heartfelt gesture of her own.
She also threatened to punch him back to the 1940s if he told Tony she cried, but that didn’t make the gesture any less sincere. Captain America still promised not to tell her and a promise from Cap was a promise kept. It helped make her decision to leave the Avengers feel less daunting.
“No more Avengers. No more Ms. Marvel. It’s just Carol Danvers now,” she mused as she stood in her mostly-empty room. “Why does that sound so overwhelming? And why am I not more pissed off?”
The former Air Force pilot clenched her fists and sighed. Carol had just finished packing up the rest of her stuff. It left her room in Avengers Mansion barren and empty. There was only the bed, the dresser, and the TV on the wall. It was also late at night and most of her fellow Avengers had turned in, having already said their goodbyes that afternoon. This place she once called home now seemed like a faded memory from a previous life…a life that had once again been derailed by forces beyond her control.
When Carol escaped Marcus Immortus’ clutches in Limbo, she was angry at her fellow Avengers. They actually thought she’d fallen in love with Marcus. They actually thought she wanted to be with him, despite having witnessed his capacity for manipulating her. That gave her plenty of reasons to walk away for a while, but she still planned on coming back. She was still an Avenger. There were still battles to win, aliens to blast, and Hydra soldiers to punch.
She thought she just needed some time away. After Charles Xavier from the X-Men helped rebuild her mind and memories, Carol believed that stepping back from the front lines would do her good. She planned to reconnect with friends like Jessica Drew, visit her family in Maine, and return to the Avengers refreshed and ready to fight.
Then, the same forces shed hoped to get away from found her. Rogue attacked her, put her in a coma, and forced her to relive the same trauma all over again. It was like opening an old wound and stabbing it with a fresh knife.
“I should blast this room to bits, just to send a message to the rest of the Avengers,” Carol said, her fists glowing with a photon blast, “but all that would do is piss off Tony’s accountant. I already want to find the nearest bar and drown myself in a bucket of Jack Daniels. I can’t go down that road again…even though I have a damn good excuse.”
Her hand kept glowing, as if to tempt her to leave a hole in the wall. She took a few deep breaths, calming her thoughts and the painful emotions that came with them. Carol had endured enough personal upheaval. Like her lingering struggles with alcoholism, she needed to take things one step at a time.
Leaving the Avengers was just one step. There were plenty more before her, but unlike before, she had a new host of options. Even though she’d made her share of questionable decisions recently, Carol had more confidence in the path before her.
“You’re already packed, I see,” said the familiar voice of Scott Summers from just outside her door. “Are you that eager to leave?”
“What can I say? I like being proactive,” Carol shrugged, not even turning to face him.
“If that were true, then you wouldn’t bother lying to a psychic,” said Jean Grey-Summers with folded arms, who stood next to her husband.
“I never said I was good at it,” she quipped. “Besides, a psychic would already know why I’m anxious to leave.”
“So much so that you didn’t even make a hotel reservation for the night?” Jean pointed out.
“I’ll bunk with Jess. I’ll fly to the moon and sleep in a crater. Hell, I’ll sleep anywhere that isn’t here. I just…need to get away.”
“We get that,” Scott said, “but this room, this mansion, and this city aren’t what you’re trying to escape, are they?”
Carol sighed again and unclenched her fist. The glowing stopped and her demeanor eased. She was already a wreck. She didn’t need to make that more apparent to anyone else, especially the two people who’d saved her. On top of that, they were the same two people responsible for giving her a new path to follow.
“I hate dealing with psychics,” said Carol. “I should have told you that before I agreed to join X-Corp.”
“It’s okay. We know it’s not personal,” said Jean with a humored grin. “And it’s not like you’re joining X-Corp full-time. You’re a liaison for X-Corp’s human/mutant relation efforts.”
“That’s just a fancy way of saying I’m a spokesperson who isn’t afraid of a Sentinel attack.”
“Call it whatever you want, Ms. Danvers. We offered you this opportunity because we believe you can do the job and do it well,” said Scott. “We also can’t overlook that what happened to you came at the hands of a mutant. While we can’t undo the pain it caused you, we can try to do our part.”
“If you’re worried about me holding a grudge, stop worrying,” said Carol. “I don’t blame entire groups of people for the crimes of one person. That’s what Hydra does.”
“I believe you,” he continued, “but this goes beyond opportunities, injustices, and healing from another traumatic ordeal. I think you understand that…more than any psychic ever could.”
“Even ones who have been in your mind and witnessed your pain,” added Jean.
There was uncanny understanding in their tone. Carol, as bitter and jaded as she was, couldn’t bring herself to take it out on these two. They’d been too good to her. They were the reason why she wasn’t still in a coma.
She finally cracked a smile, much to her own chagrin. Scott and Jean smiled back. As the tension faded, the two former X-Men made their way into the room and closed the door behind them. It helped make things less awkward when Jean offered her a compassionate gesture, which Carol accepted.
She wasn’t usually one for hugs or sentimentality. Being an alcoholic with an alcoholic father made that difficult. She’d learned to make exceptions over the years and these two had done plenty to earn one.
“I’m sorry,” Carol said. “I don’t mean to be harsh. I’ve just had too many reasons to be pissed off lately.”
“In your defense, they’re perfectly valid reasons,” Scott pointed out.
“That doesn’t make it right. And believe me. I want to keep doing the right thing. Training with the Air Force…working my way through NASA…joining Avengers after I got my powers…it always felt like the right thing to do, but it always fell in line with my personal ambitions. To some extent, it undercut the idea of being a hero, especially on a team that calls themselves Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.”
“Are you saying that being Ms. Marvel was selfish?” he asked. “Because all the lives you’ve saved would argue otherwise.”
“I wouldn’t call it selfish. It’s not like I put my ego into that costume…unlike certain billionaire, playboy, tech geniuses,” said Carol, rolling her eyes.
“As though any costume could fit egos like that,” said Jean with a humored grin.
“But I only saw what I was doing through my perspective,” she went on. “I never stepped outside myself to see the bigger picture. For someone who wanted to be an astronaut, that’s a hell of an oversight.”
Carol briefly looked out the window and up at the stars. The night sky was clear. Even though the blaring lights of New York City, she could see the countless stars that lined the cosmos. There was so much to see and explore. There were so many battles to fight. She had the power, drive, and desire to do it all. She just let too many things hold her back.
Turning back to Scott and Jean, she saw two people who had been in her position. They started as students. They became X-Men. Then, they had an opportunity to strike out on their own and forge their own path with X-Force. Even though their situations were different, the challenges were the same. Now, it was her turn to overcome them.
“I know now what held me back,” Carol said. “I feel ready to fly higher, further, and faster than I ever could as Ms. Marvel. And I want X-Corp to be part of that ascension.”
“We want to be part of that too, Ms. Danvers,” said Scott. “We promise we’ll help you find that perspective you seek.”
“It’s part of what we do now,” added Jean, “on top of helping mutants, that is.”
“I appreciate that. I promise I’ll do my part too,” said Carol. “And if we’re going to be keeping those promises, you can call me Carol. Hell, you saw me naked. I think we can dispense with the formality.”
“Understood,” said Scott, blushing somewhat at the memory, “but to be fair, what we saw was in your mind. That’s not the same as seeing you naked.”
“From what I recall, that barely counts as a technicality,” she said with a wry grin.
“For psychics, those technicalities still matter…albeit to a certain extent,” said Jean. “Even the Professor and I can’t agree on how real certain experiences are in the psychic landscape.”
“Although we don’t mind speculating,” said Scott.
“Says the man still learning how to mix psionics, cosmic forces, and kink.”
“I’m a fast learner. When it comes to adapting our perspective, we have to be.”
They couple laughed. Carol found herself laughing as well. She even blushed a little. She hadn’t forgotten what happened between her and Scott in her mind. As traumatic as it had been, reliving her captivity by Marcus, the moment when she jumped another man’s bone right in front of her obsessive captor proved both cathartic and tactical.
It also felt great. There was no getting around that.
It was one of the reasons why she’d taken an extended shower after she woke up. While that spared her other embarrassing moments in front of her friends, it didn’t make the memory any less impactful. If anything, it rekindled a part of her that she thought Marcus had permanently damaged.
In recounting that moment, an idea came to her.
‘I guess my shower wasn’t cold enough. Oh well, it’s too late now.’
Carol found herself looking at Scott with a lurid glint in her eye. Technicalities aside, he was still an attractive man. Damaged or not, she couldn’t overlook that. Even though he was married, she’d heard from She-Hulk that they had a very flexible relationship. If that were true, then it presented her another opportunity…one that could function as another step in this new journey.
“You know, before you two showed up, I was contemplating on whether or not I should trash this room,” said Carol.
“Then, I guess it’s a good thing we decided to check in,” said Scott.
“Call it an unhealthy outburst. Call it a side-effect of someone who just got out of a coma. It proves that I’ve got a lot of issues to resolve. And maybe my coping skills are off, but there’s one issue I’d like to address before I leave this place.”
“And what might that be?”
She answered with a telling grin. Once again, her years of training, discipline, and resilience faltered. This time, however, it was by her choice.
Despite his wife standing right next to him, Carol walked right up to Scott, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him lips with the same intensity she had during the battle in her mind. While he was surprised at first, he didn’t resist. In fact, he kissed back with the same intensity he had in her memory. That was a promising sign.
‘Jean, if you’re reading my thoughts, tell me you’re okay with this…because honestly, I need it.’
‘I’m okay with it, Carol. Scott and I have a unique perspective when it comes to our sex lives. It’s just…unexpected.’
‘I know. But when your life falls apart and you’re rebuilding it again, you find yourself doing unexpected things.’
Jean just stood there with a bemused look, watching her kiss her husband. She was surprised, but she didn’t react as most women would. She might have suspected there were some lingering effects from jumping Scott’s bone in her mind, but not to this extent.
“Well, that is an issue,” Jean said as she laughed and shook her head, “and one Scott and I are uniquely qualified to help you with.”
“Good,” said Carol, abruptly ending the kiss with Scott, “because after what Marcus did to me, I’ll need you both for this.”
In another act that caught Jean by surprise – which was no easy feat for a powerful psychic – she reached over, grabbed Jean by the waist, and pulled her into a kiss as well. Scott, still processing what she’d just done, looked on with a mix of shock and intrigue. His wife was now kissing another woman. If his heterosexual masculine proclivities were anything like Tony Stark’s, he probably found what he saw very stimulating.
“Wow! That issue is more serious than I thought,” Scott said.
He had no idea and neither did Jean. Psychic or not, they couldn’t possibly know how much Marcus Immortus messed up her ability to intimately connect with someone. She’d planned to set that aside and focus on less personal matters. Now, she had a chance to confront it and defy Marcus even more. After what she’d been through, Carol couldn’t imagine a more fitting reaction.
“Here’s what I want to do,” said Carol after breaking the kiss with Jean. “Instead of trashing this room and storming out, I want to spend one more night in it. And I want to spend it having hot, reckless, mind-blowing sex with the both of you.”
“And this will help you resolve that issue?” Scott asked with a curious, but intrigued grin.
“Damn right, it will!” she replied. “Marcus used me. He used my mind, my body, and everything in between. I may have gotten my mind back, but my body…that I need to reclaim. Consider this my kinky way of making that official.”
As if to leave no doubt, while also spitting on Marcus Immortus’ grave, Carol stepped back and took off her clothes. She wasn’t shy or reluctant about it. She was downright urgent with how she slipped out her shirt, pants, bra, and panties. Once fully nude, she stood before the former X-Men without reservation, making no effort to conceal her breasts, hips, or pussy. She just let them take in the sight of her body.
Even though they’d seen her naked during their psychic rescue, there was something distinct about showing off her body in the real world. While Jean’s reaction was standard, being a woman with the same anatomy, Scott’s was more telling. If he liked what he’d seen in her mind, he liked what he saw in the physical world even more.
“Well, what are you waiting for? If you’re really going to help me with this, then why are you still fully clothed?” Carol asked in a seductive, yet assertive tone.
Jean and Scott exchanged glances. They were probably discussing the particulars of her lurid request, as any psychic spouses would. There must have been little to discuss because they didn’t stop grinning. After only a few moments, they just shrugged and started undressing as well.
“I can’t think of a good answer to that question,” said Scott, already unbuttoning his shirt.
“Me neither,” said Jean, who’d just unbuttoned her pants. “We did promise to help her, after all. If that’s how she wants us to go about it, then who are we argue?”
“And we do value keeping our promises at X-Corp,” Scott added, “especially when they’re this personal.”
“You two have a refined perspective on sex,” said Carol, already feeling excited and horny.
“Trust us. You’re not the first person to point that out,” said Scott.
“And you won’t be the last,” said Jean.
Within moments, the two former X-Men were as naked as her. They even undressed with the same casual urgency, kicking off their clothes and underwear as though it were the most mundane thing in the world. Something about that felt refreshing. Having been on the wrong end of an obscenely possessive man’s obsession, she needed a different approach to intimate matters. That included attitudes towards nudity.
Already, her new attitude felt less flawed. As soon as Scott and Jean slipped out of their underwear, Carol casually approached them, admiring their exposed bodies.
“There. We’re even now,” said Carol. “You’ve seen me naked. I’ve seen you. That’s a good first step.”
“Thanks…I think,” said Jean with a bemused grin. “What about the next step?”
“Yeah, I’m curious about that too,” said Scott.
“Among other things, apparently,” said Carol, “and for the record, I don’t entirely know what I’m doing here. I’m just playing it by ear…going by what feels right.”
“Then, we’re not going to get in your way,” said Scott. “If this is something you feel like you need, then we’ll let you decide how this plays out.”
“Oh Scott, if you’re trying to make me horny, you’re doing too good a job,” she said in a more sensual tone.
“He has that effect on women,” teased Jean, “more so than he’ll ever admit!”
She and Jean laughed while Scott just grinned in amusement. He and Jean remained where they stood, letting her navigate this impromptu exercise in kinky coping skills. Carol still wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing. She simply followed her desires, reaching out and welcoming the naked couple within her intimate presence.
In doing so, she affectionately touched and fondled their exposed bodies. Jean was naturally beautiful. Those comments Tony and Clint once made about her breasts, butt, and personal grooming habits were spot on. No heterosexual women would deny that. Carol showed her appreciation, reaching out and caressing Jean’s breasts with womanly admiration.
However, her admiration of Scott’s body was more thorough. She hadn’t forgotten what they did in her mind when she overcame Marcus’ control. If the look on his face were any indication, he hadn’t either. At one point, Carol’s gaze drifted down to his lower body. She hadn’t had time to admire his penis before. She didn’t hide her admiration of it now.
As she pawed his chest and took in his manly features, she smiled at him and he smiled back. That shared gaze made one thing clear. They were going to have sex again. This time, it wasn’t going to be a construct of the mind.
“Tell us what you want, Carol,” Scott said to her. “Tell us how you want to be pleased.”
“You mean I get to choose how we fuck?” said Carol, pretending to be shocked.
“You make that sound like a radical idea,” he said.
“After what Marcus did to me, it might as well be,” she said, “which is why I may get a little…controlling.”
“We’re okay with that,” said Jean playfully. “Be as kinky as you want to be, Carol. Cosmic perspective has made us incredibly flexible when it comes to intimate matters.”
“Especially when it comes to intimate matters,” Scott added.
They sounded so eager and willing. In fact, they sounded turned on by it. Carol knew Scott and Jean had a uniquely open relationship, but she had no idea they had a kinky side. Neither Tony nor Clint had mentioned that, which made her genuinely curious about how far she could push it.
“In that case, here’s what I want to do first,” said Carol, now speaking in more authoritative tone. “We’re going to get on the bed. I’m going to lie down on my back. And you two are going to eat my pussy out…together.”
“A double dose of cunnilingus?” said Scott. “Sure, we can do that.”
“And we can do it damn well!” said Jean.
“Bold words,” said Carol, “but as we say in the Air Force, prove your skills or crash with your lies!”
With an assertiveness that Marcus Immortus never allowed her, Carol latched onto the arms of the eager couple and led them to the bed. They followed her willingly. They even offered gestures of light foreplay, as if to show they respected her authority.
Scott kissed down her neck and squeezed her toned butt. Jean playfully licked around her ear while teasing her breast. She must have read her mind or something because that got Carol even more excited. Her inner thighs had already become hot with arousal. Unlike before, it was an arousal that she pursued.
‘This is my choice…my doing…my desires.’
Her heart raced and her anticipation grew as she led them onto the bed. Carol laid down in the middle, not bothering to push back the sheets. Scott and Jean remained at each side, still touching and kissing her as though she were their sexual superior. Already, she found herself embracing that role.
“You two are good making a damaged woman feel comfortable,” she told them. “Now, focus those skills on my pussy!”
“Yes, ma’am!” Scott and Jean said simultaneously.
Carol laughed somewhat at their response. It also resonated with her. She wasn’t sure it was possible to discover a new kink on the spot, but she might have been the first.
Now comfortable and very much aroused, she watched as Scott and Jean carried out her command like a couple of good soldiers. They playfully worked their way down her naked body, trailing their lips down her torso, as if to highlight her sensuous curves. Marcus never did anything like that. He also never went down on her.
Upon reaching her lower body, Carol eagerly spread her legs to accommodate Scott and Jean. They each positioned themselves between them, working their lips up her inner thighs until they met at her outer folds.
“She’s already wet,” Scott pointed out.
“But she wants more,” Jean added.
“And she’ll get more,” he said. “She deserves more.”
It was a powerful message. The radical notion that she, Carol Danvers, deserved to enjoy sex on her own terms, only made what happened next even more profound.
Scott made the first move. Guided by the same lust he’d shown in her mind, he smothered her pussy with oral stimulation. He hungrily probed her folds, flicking his tongue in and out of her vagina. A steady flow of hot sensations followed. In addition to being handsome and well-endowed, the man knew his way around female genitalia.
“Ooh yeah! Eat that pussy, Summers! Eat it up!” Carol cooed.
“Don’t worry, Carol. He knows what he’s doing,” assured Jean. “He’s had plenty of practice!”
“I’ll say!” she said.
Carol surprised herself. She wasn’t usually that vocal during sex. Then again, she hadn’t had a man and a woman go down on her before. It was uncharted territory and she loved every bit they uncovered.
Jean, not one to let her husband have all the fun, did her part as well. While Scott used his tongue to probe her folds, Jean focused on stimulating the outer areas of her womanhood. She was gentle, yet thorough. She used her lips and fingers to stimulate her swollen clit, finding the sensitive areas that got her juices flowing in all the right ways. Carol wasn’t sure if Jean had ever given a woman oral sex before, but she was just as adept at hitting the right spots.
“Don’t hog it all, Scott! Let me have a taste,” said Jean playfully.
“By all means, my darling wife,” said Scott politely. “Try some!”
He moved aside to give her room. Jean quickly dove in and got her taste, attempting to match her husband’s eagerness. Like him, she used her tongue to taste her folds, lapping up her feminine fluids. That triggered more hot sensations. Before long, Scott moved back in and supplemented Jean’s efforts. It soon became a contest, of sorts, to see who could lick up more of her juices, which further intensified the feeling.
“Ohhh fuck! So good! That feels so…so good!” Carol panted. “I think I’m…I’m going to…come!”
She was already on the brink. She didn’t know a woman could climax that quickly. Either that she’d been going about sex the wrong way for years. Even Scott and Jean seemed surprised.
When it happened, it was so intense. With the eager couple still licking around her folds, Carol closed her eyes, squeezed her breasts, and bent her legs back as she erupted in an orgasmic frenzy. The surged that followed was the greatest she’d felt since the Psyche Magnetron exploded in her face. Like a pulse of energy, the waves of pleasure surged through her. She shuddered and writhed under its power.
‘Wow! This feeling…it’s mine. It’s really, truly mine.’
Even though she’d had orgasms before, both by herself and with lovers, Carol had never experienced one like this. She didn’t just achieve it. She charted her own path towards this powerful feeling. It stood in stark contrast to the submissive, obedient approach to sex that Marcus had forced on her. That didn’t just make it more satisfying. It made her eager for more.
“Damn! That was really something,” said Scott, his face now dripping with her feminine juices.
“Indeed,” said Jean, whose face was just as messy. “I didn’t know you were a squirter, Carol.”
“That…makes two of us,” said Carol, still breathless as she came down from her orgasmic high.
The playful couple took turns cleaning the juices from one another’s faces. The way they went about it implied it wasn’t the first time a woman squirted on them. That raised all sorts of lurid questions, but Carol was in no mood to pursue them.
She was still very horny. Even as she settled from her release, rejoined by Scott and Jean at the head of the bed, she craved more. Carol had tapped into a new side of herself and she sought to tap more.
“What do you want us to do next, ma’am?” asked Jean, now curled up next to her while and licking her ear again.
“That can’t be all you want from us,” said Scott, who stroked her pussy with his hand while curled up to her other side.
“It’s not,” Carol said, still dazed from her first release. “Now, I want to ride your dick. I want to ride it until I come again!”
“Say no more!” said Scott like a loyal soldier. “We’ll give you what you want, ma’am.”
There it was again. Him calling her ma’am and approaching sex like a soldier turned her on again. That made it official. Carol had a new kink.
The playful couple once again accommodated her gladly. Jean pulled her into an upright position while Scott laid down on his back. Then, with renewed lust, Carol got on top of him and straddled his pelvis. To her surprise and delight, he was already rock hard. Either he’d jerked himself off while eating her out or the taste of pussy got him hard. Whatever the source of his arousal, he was ready and so was she.
“I’ll take it from here, Jean,” Carol said as she narrowed her gaze on Scott, “but stay close. I want you to watch me while I ride this handsome man’s cock.”
“Sure thing, ma’am. I can do that,” said Jean.
“I also want you to touch yourself while you watch,” she added. “See if you can get off at the same time as me. Just because I’m in control doesn’t mean you can’t share in the fun.”
“I appreciate that,” said Jean. “And don’t worry! I can keep up.”
She sounded confident. It was almost like she was daring Carol to ride Scott as hard as she wanted. Never one to back down from a challenge, the former Air Force pilot rose to the occasion.
“You hear that, Summers? Your wife is going to watch us fuck,” Carol said as she leaned over, latched onto his shoulders, and locked eyes with his.
“I heard you, ma’am. That just means we better give her a show,” he replied, matching her determined tone.
“And we will,” she said sternly. “What we did in my mind…that was just a sample. This is the real deal!”
Carol sounded like a whole new woman. That was fine with her. She liked that woman. She was the kind of woman who men like Marcus tried to control, but never could. Now, she was in control and she was going to take advantage of it.
With Scott now firmly under her and Jean lying off to the side, a hand already between her legs to finger her pussy, Carol took the next step. She reached behind, grasped the base of Scott’s dick, and guided it into her still-moist depths. The process was so smooth, his rigid flesh entering her and filling her just as she craved. As soon as she had him completely inside her, she grabbed onto his waist and let desire do the rest.
“Yeah! You feel that, Summers? You feel it?” she said intently, their gaze still locked.
“Yes! It’s so tight…so hot,” Scott gasped.
“It’s my pussy…my sex,” she said. “Now, embrace it with me!”
Possessed by a new sexual spirit and driven by a new kink, Carol began rocking her hips and riding his cock in a lustful outburst. She watched Scott’s expression shift and contort to the flood of feelings. She also felt Jean’s gaze on them. Out of the corner of her eye, she even noticed her fondling her breast while she fingered herself. That only encouraged her to ride hm harder.
Carol was at the center of this sex. That was just how she wanted it. As she worked her hips, she felt his cock slide and slither within her folds, stimulating her womanly depths in ways she hadn’t felt in a long time. She set the tone and the pace of their sex, but Scott still did his part.
He slid his hands up her thighs and waist, grabbing onto her butt as she rode him. He also planted his feet firmly on the bed and thrust upwards to supplement her every movement. Carol rewarded him by leaning over and kissing him with plenty of tongue, which he returned in kind. She also occasionally dangled her bouncing breasts in his face so he could smother himself between them, which he seemed to appreciate.
It was intense and heated, but it was also fun. Carol had almost forgotten that sex could be fun and enjoyable. That was something else Marcus tried to take from her. Again, he failed. The woman he tried to make her was no longer there. She never even existed.
‘I needed this even more than I thought. Hell, this was overdue! No reservations. No uncertainty. Nothing and no one holding me back. I cannot…no, I will not let anyone take that from me again!’
As so many profound realizations coursed through her mind, Carol stepped up the pace and fervor of their sex. She rode Scott’s cock harder, leaning back and showing off some feminine flexibility that she rarely got to exercise. Jean even cheered her on, still lying on her side and pumping her fingers into her pussy at the same rigorous pace.
“That it, ma’am! Ride my husband’s cock! Ride it hard!” Jean said.
“Ooh! If I do that, then I’ll come again!” said Carol.
“And I’ll come with you,” she said. “If that’s what you want, that’s what you’ll get!”
“And we want to give it to you,” said Scott, squeezing her butt harder.
They were embracing her newfound kink with her. As if she didn’t owe these two enough, they rose her personal bar for great sex. Carol, always one to exceed limits, took them up on their offer.
To make that final push for a second orgasm, Carol kept leaning back at an angle so she could work her hips in just the right way. She kept one hand on Scott’s torso and used the other to fondle her clit. It felt like she was leading to charge, guiding them into a world of ecstasy. She saw Jean squeezing her breasts harder and shifting her legs, indicating that she was close too. She could also tell Scott was holding back, waiting for her to get the pleasure she sought. It was the mark of both a disciplined soldier and a considerate lover.
“Oh! Oohhh God! I…I’m coming!” Carol panted. “I’m going to…come…again!”
“Ooh…me too!” said Jean.
“By all means, ladies…come,” said Scott, who kept enjoying the show.
Carol gyrated her hips a few more times, working her pussy along his manhood with just enough vigor to send her to the brink. When she finally crossed the threshold, she threw her head back and let out another orgasmic moan that echoed throughout the room. This time, Jean moaned with her, writhing with her own orgasmic release.
“Ohhhh yes!” they each said with near perfect synchronicity.
She must have used some sort of psychic trick. That was the only way Jean could’ve climaxed at the same time. Normally, Carol resented telepaths poking around in her mind, but if anyone deserved an exception, it was Jean Grey-Summers. After all, she was fucking her husband.
The psychic kinks didn’t make the orgasm any less intense. Just as before, a hot surge of pleasure shot through her. She felt her pussy throb around Scott’s cock in conjunction with her release. She didn’t squirt this time, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable.
In fact, sharing it with Jean made it even more special. At some point, Carol looked over towards her and saw her euphoric expression. It was as if the shared ecstasy had united them. Given their prospective partnership moving forward, it seemed so fitting.
‘You’ve always been your own woman, Carol. Never let anything or anyone else distort that perspective,’ Jean said to her via telepathy.
‘I won’t, Jean,’ Carol replied. ‘You and Scott have shown me so much already. And we’re still not done!’
After soaking in the orgasmic onslaught, Carol turned her attention back towards Scott. She could tell by the strain his expression that he was still holding back. Having just given her a second orgasm, it just didn’t seem fair. While still catching her breath, she leaned back over, caressed his face with both hands, and cast him a seductive grin.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, Mr. Summers,” she said. “You’ve been so good to me, both in my mind and in the real world. Now, I want to reward you!”
“And how do you plan on doing that, ma’am?” asked Scott, looking both intrigued and anxious.
Her grin widened and she turned back towards Jean, who had finished climaxing as well. Assuming that she was still reading her mind, Carol rose up off Scott’s dick and repositioned herself so that she was kneeling by his pelvis. She then took his still-erect cock in her hand and shoved it between her breasts.
“Get over here, Jean! Help me tit-fuck your husband,” she commanded. “We’re gonna tit-fuck him until he shoots his load all over us.”
“Yes, ma’am!” said Jean, sounding all too eager to comply.
Scott didn’t say a word. He just watched on with a goofy grin as Jean joined her. She knelt by his side across from him and put those naturally ample breasts to work. With coordination any military recruit could respect, they pushed their breasts together and began working them up and down his cock. Carol even leaned in and kissed Jean, creating a more erotic spectacle for Scott.
“That’s it! Kiss me! Work those tits!” Carol saod. “Give Mr. Summers here a show he’ll never forget!”
“Trust me. I won’t forget!” said Scott through increasingly labored grunts.
Up and down, his cock slithered between her breasts. Jean matched Carol’s efforts, pushing their breasts together for a tighter fit, drawing the former X-Men leader to the brink. She sensed he was close. Now leaning back on his arms, his member aching for a release, he looked ready.
“Oohhh I’m close! Jean…ma’am…I’m ready to come!” Scott gasped.
“Then, do it! Let it out!” Carol commended. “Cover are faces with your jizz!”
As if he’d been waiting for permission the whole time, he finally crossed the point of no return. He squeezed the bed sheets, threw his head back, and let out a deep manly grunt that filled the room as much as her and Jean’s moans. At that same moment, she felt his cock tense between her and Jean’s breasts. Finally, it erupted in a burst of seminal fluid.
It was even more than Carol expected. She got the first stream of cum right in the face, narrowly missing her eye. Jean got the next one, most of which ended up in her mouth and chin. There was a lot more, indicating that he had been holding back longer than he’d let on. That didn’t stop Carol from licking up every drop.
“Mmm…that’s a good soldier,” Carol said after ingesting the salty fluid.
“A good soldier indeed,” Jean said, who did the same.
“I believe you got some on your tits there, Jean,” she added. “Mind if I help you clean it up?”
“By all means, ma’am!”
Carol leaned in, willingly shoving her face in Jean Grey-Summers’ breasts to lick up the remainder of the cum. It was like a bonus act for the sexy show they’d put on for Scott. While he was still panting heavily, taking in the bliss from his release, he still showed his appreciation.
“So beautiful…so sexy,” he said in his orgasmic daze.
“The mission is complete, Summers,” Carol told him. “You’ve done your job and then some. You both have.”
He and Jean cast her a beaming smile. Carol returned the gesture, smiling back and drawing them both into a three-way kiss. They converged in the middle of the bed, embracing one another and bathing in the collective afterglow. Scott and Jean gave her extra-attention, embracing her and caressing her as few others had.
They eventually laid back down on the bed together. Carol was once again in the center with Scott and Jean at her side. They continued kissing her and showering her with affectionate gestures. Such free, open passion wasn’t just therapeutic. It was revealing.
Marcus Immortus claimed to love her. At one point, Carol believed that love to be true. However, from her renewed perspective, she knew now that wasn’t love. What Scott Summers and Jean Grey-Summers had was love. Even while giving her sex, they showed how powerful it could be. To share their wants, desires, and bodies with one another was a testament to what real love entailed. It was a perspective that Carol didn’t intend to forget.
“You…are a remarkable woman, Carol Danvers,” Scott said.
“And you two are an uncanny couple,” she replied. “You saved me, you had sex with me, and you helped me discover my kinky side.”
“That’s what we at X-Corp call a productive day,” Jean teased.
“In that case, I look forward to being very productive with you,” said Carol. “Whatever happens – no matter how high, far, or fast I fly – I’ll have you two to thank for giving me the boost I need.”
“It’s part of what makes our perspective so powerful,” said Jean. “In the same way the Phoenix Force boosts our passions, it inspires us to share the same with others.”
“And it works wonders, even for recovering alcoholic ex-Avengers,” Carol said. “It almost makes me wonder just how much that of a boost that cosmic bird gave you.”
“Well, if we’re to spend the night here with you, we’ll be happy to show you,” said Scott.
He and Jean shared a mischievous laugh before kissing her simultaneously. Carol was already impressed. Near as she could tell, she hadn’t worn either of them out. They still had plenty of passion to spare. Either the Phoenix Force made them extra-horny or they were just that uncanny.
Whatever the case, she had to spend one more night at Avenger’s Mansion. She might as well make it memorable.
“I’m both curious and intrigued,” said Carol boldly. “If you guys don’t mind bunking with me and risking dirty remarks from Tony in the morning, I’m game!”
“We’ll take that chance,” said Scott, trailing her fingers between her inner thighs. “We’ve survived working with Wolverine. We know how to handle those remarks.”
“Besides, staying here will help us tie up a few more loose ends before we head back home,” added Jean.
“Really? What kind?” said Carol, already losing interest as Scott fondled her pussy.
“It mostly involves how we’re going to handle Rogue. We have some ideas, but don’t worry about that now. Just lay back while Scott and I enjoy our time with you. I have a feeling Rogue’s issues will be a lot trickier.”
Downtown Westchester – One Week Later
“You hurt people by being near them. You take their power, their memories, and their very essence. This is who you are, Anna. Either channel it or punish yourself for the rest of your days.”
Those fateful words from Raven “Mystique” Darkholme felt so hallow. They were the words that convinced Anna “Rogue” Marie to join her and the Brotherhood of Mutants. At the time, she’d been vulnerable, alone, and scared. She had also run away from her home in Caldecott, Mississippi. She’d also just put a boy in a coma by kissing him, thanks to her mutant absorption powers. She thought she was doomed to a life of isolation, loneliness, and full-bodied clothing.
Mystique ultimately adopted her as a daughter. Anna even came to see her as a mother figure. That made every battle the Brotherhood of Mutants fought feel personal. She wasn’t just fighting for other mutants like her. She was punishing a world that had rejected her. She didn’t ask to be a mutant who could hurt people through touch. As Rogue, she felt justified in hurting others if it meant helping other mutants like her. Mystique had convinced her of that.
“Punishing yourself solves nothing. The same world that rejected you will reject others like you. However, unlike so many vulnerable mutants, you have the power to fight back. You can punish those who deserve it…those who would do far more harm than you ever could. Come with me, Anna, and I promise you’ll punish the right people!”
The memory of her adopted mother’s words once inspired her. Now, they angered her. They reminded her that Mystique had ultimately broken her promise.
After her fateful encounter with Ms. Marvel, Rogue realized how misguided she’d been. To make matters worse, she realized how much pain she’d caused others. It was easy to blame Mystique for manipulating her, but she still made those fateful choices. Ultimately, she was responsible.
Now, Rogue found herself in a conflicted state. She’d recovered from her encounter with Ms. Marvel. She spent the next three days in a holding cell at Avengers Mansion, not certain of her fate. While Mystique was nowhere to be found, she was still a known member of the Brotherhood of Mutants. The Avengers had more than enough reasons to send her to the Raft, especially after what she did to Carol Danvers.
Then, something unexpected happened. Someone stuck up for her. Scott and Jean Grey-Summers, the co-founders of X-Corp and the Avengers’ newest allies, presented another path for her. They didn’t just dare to give her a second chance to make better choices. They willingly overlooked her crimes, despite knowing better than anyone how much pain she’d caused.
Remarkably, the Avengers agreed. They gave her a chance, even though she’d done nothing to earn it. As much as Rogue wanted that chance, a part of her still agonized over the pain, suffering, and injustices she’d caused. Even if she only ever made the right choices moving forward, she couldn’t avoid her misdeeds.
“Ah can’t let this stand,” Rogue said as she looked up at the West Plaza Hotel. “Ah’m gettin’ a fresh start that I sure as hell ain’t earned. All the horrible stuff Ah did…it can’t just be swept aside. Ah have to confront it. For the good of mah soul, Ah need to atone. But Ah can’t do it alone.”
Knowing what awaited her, the young woman sighed and entered the hotel. It was late in the evening, so there wasn’t much going on in the lobby. Aside from the receptionists and the bellhops, this upscale hotel was remarkably quiet. Storm clouds had rolled in, as well. Downtown Westchester was as peaceful as it was going to be.
Rogue couldn’t enjoy that peace. Despite having a new home at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, she neither deserved nor sought such peace. As she walked pass the hotel bar and entered the elevators, she became more determined than ever to counter her adopted mother’s misguided guidance.
“Momma, wherever you are, Ah know you’ll hate this,” Rogue muttered to herself as the elevator ascended. “That’s how Ah know it’s right.”
She still had many conflicted feelings about Mystique. Most of them involved anger, outrage, and bitterness. Those feelings were still fresh. Her disappearing might have been a good thing. She couldn’t imagine confronting her in a way that wouldn’t have broken her heart even more. Dealing with those feelings was directly related to dealing with her past misdeeds. In Mystique’s absence, however, she had to get creative.
Rogue cleared her mind of Mystique as the elevator arrived at the top floor. Once open, she made her way to the end of the hall where the Presidential Suite awaited her. She stopped briefly at the door, knowing what awaited her inside. She put her hand on the door and sighed to herself one last time.
“The healin’ has to start somewhere,” Rogue said under her breath. “Ah might as well start here.”
Shedding her last bit of doubt, she entered the suite, leaving the spirit of her mother’s words behind her. As soon as the door closed behind her, locking itself in the process, Rogue realized there was no going back. The key to her future and her redemption now in front of her, literally and figuratively.
“We’ve been waiting for you, Anna,” greeting Scott Summers. “I’m glad you’ve decided to do this.”
“You’re just in time too,” said Jean Grey-Summers, who stood right beside him. “Scott and I just finished our preparations. We’re ready for you.”
“Thanks. Ah wish Ah could say the same, but certainty ain’t easy to come by these days,” she said. “This past week has been a whole mess of pain, heartbreak, and revelations. Ah’m eager to turn the page, but…”
Rogue’s words trailed off as the extent of recent events caught up to her. It was still overwhelming. What began with her mother’s plan to free the Brotherhood ended with her mind, body, and soul feeling utterly broken. The fact that she was still in one piece, standing in a fancy hotel suite, didn’t seem fair.
That didn’t stop Scott and Jean from welcoming her with understanding and compassion. They cast her a kind, affectionate smile. Rogue tried to smile back, but only partially succeeded. They appeared far more ready than her. Even their attire was more appropriate. They each wore thick white bathrobes, most likely courtesy of the hotel staff. They had also set up the suite to be extra comfortable to someone who’d been in a coma earlier that week.
The room, itself, was almost as large as her home back in Caldecott. It had a large living room, complete with a pull-out couch and a fireplace. There was a fully stocked kitchen, an oversized bathroom, and a master bedroom. There were even large bay windows that overlooked the city, but that view had been covered by thick blinds and large red curtains.
That was somewhat necessary. Rogue had accepted Scott and Jean’s offer for additional assistance knowing that it didn’t involve admiring the view from a hotel suite. Part of that assistance required that they move most of the furniture in the living room to the side, leaving a sizable opening in the center. The only furniture that remained were two large gray chests, which Rogue surmised the couple brought with them.
She already had a good idea of what those chests contained. A part of her was anxious, but a larger part was excited at the prospect of cleansing her troubled soul.
“It’s okay, Anna,” said Jean, offering her a kind gesture. “Moving forward is never easy. That’s how we know it’s worth doing.”
“Ah know. Ah’m still trying to get that through mah thick skull,” she replied. “And please…call meh Rogue.”
“Are you sure you want to keep that name?” Scott asked. “We were there when Professor Xavier welcomed you into the X-Men on a probationary basis. He gave you the option to embrace a new persona.”
“And believe meh, Ah was tempted,” Rogue said, “but Ah tried running from who Ah am before. All that did was make everything worse for me. The way Ah see it, if Ah ain’t gonna run from being Rogue, Ah might as well embrace the name and the burden.”
“That’s a bold choice. And it comes with a lot of baggage,” Scott added.
“That’s how I know it’s right. And trust meh. Ah wanna do what’s right from here on out,” she said strongly. “But it can’t stop at a nickname.”
Rogue walked past the young couple, willingly making her way to the center of the room. She didn’t need to be guided, convinced, or coaxed this time. She arrived at the center of the living room, looking around at the spacious hotel suite and recounting what brought her there.
“When Ah woke up in the Avengers Mansion, Ah was certain Ah was gonna spend a good chunk of mah life in a jail cell,” Rogue said. “And you know what? Ah would’ve been fine with that. Ah did plenty to deserve it.”
“You were an accessory to the Brotherhood of Mutants,” Jean pointed out. “You weren’t the one leading the charge in their lengthy list of crimes.”
“That don’t matter. Ah wasn’t being mind controlled. Ah wasn’t forced into it, either. Ah chose to fight alongside them. Ah listened to Mystique. Ah believed her. And I…I hurt people for her.”
“She’s capable of that and far worse,” Scott said. “We understand that and so did the Avengers. That’s why they agreed to a difference recourse for you…one that would be far more productive than locking you in a jail cell.”
“Productive or not, it ain’t exactly in line with what most folks call justice,” Rogue went on. “Sure, Ah gotta help the X-Men, check in with SHIELD regularly, and let Professor Xavier mentor me while Ah make up for mah time with the Brotherhood. Ah still get to live in a mansion, learn to manage mah powers, and build mah own life. Ah’m all for forgiveness and redemption, but at some point, it just ain’t right.”
She briefly turned away from Scott and Jean’s curious gaze, hugging her shoulders and scolding herself. The couple joined her in the center of the room, but kept their distance. She needed to vent a little before they began. If she was to become more than a former member of the Brotherhood, then she needed to have the right perspective.
“Ah almost wish that disruption with mah powers hadn’t fixed them, to some extent,” Rogue said distantly. “For what Ah did to Carol, Ah shouldn’t be allowed to touch anyone.”
“From what Professor Xavier told us, your powers weren’t exactly fixed,” said Scott.
“I believe he said they’d been tempered,” said Jean. “You can still absorb powers and abilities, but you can’t absorb memories anymore.”
“Doesn’t matter what words he used,” said Rogue. “The result is still the same.”
“One of which is control,” said Scott. “That’s something you didn’t have before. That’s exactly what Mystique exploited.”
“Plus, you can touch,” added Jean. “Doesn’t that matter to you?”
“Dang right, it matters to meh! That’s part of the freakin’ problem!” she said, her emotions getting the better of her. “Ah hurt people when Ah touched them. And God help meh, Ah hurt Carol far worse. Ah remember what Ah put her through. You were in our minds. You saw how bad it was.”
“Trust me. We haven’t forgotten,” said Jean.
“Then you ought to know why it bugs meh so damn much. Ah did all these terrible things, but when the chickens finally come home to roost, Ah ain’t punished or thrown in jail. Ah get a second chance, complete with a fresh start with the X-Men and powers Ah can control. That ain’t just unfair. It’s downright backwards!”
Rogue turned around to face Scott and Jean. They continued to look at her with understanding and sympathy. That was the only look anyone had given her since she joined the X-Men. Even though Wolverine told her he’d keep an eye on her in case she betrayed them, Storm just told her he was always that harsh. For what she’d done, both for the Brotherhood and to Carol Danvers, she needed more than just a second chance.
She took a step closer to the former X-Men. She bowed her head in a gesture of humility, something her adopted mother taught her to avoid. To Mystique, humility was a weakness that kept mutants like her from achieving their rightful place in the world. For her, humility was the first step in the arduous process to rebuild her shattered soul.
“For what Ah’ve done, Ah deserve to be punished,” she said solemnly. “For the people Ah’ve hurt, the powers Ah’ve stolen, and the lies Ah believed…Ah can’t just put on an X-Men uniform and pretend it don’t matter. That’s why Ah asked you two to help meh with this…despite what Ah put you through.”
“And we accepted,” said Scott, “but not because what we went through for you and Carol. We have many other reasons for helping you in this process.”
“And they’re good reasons,” Jean added. “Say what you will about who you are and what you’ve done, you’re not beyond redemption, Rogue. You deserve a second chance. The Avengers wouldn’t have agreed to send you to the X-Men if they didn’t believe that.”
“What you, the Avengers, or anyone else believe don’t matter,” said Rogue. “In mah heart of hearts, Ah still gotta earn that chance. And it’s gotta start now.”
In another act of humility, Rogue dropped to her knees and looked up at the two former X-Men. Scott and Jean Grey-Summers had already saved her mind and her sanity. They’d already done so much for her. The time had come for her to return the favor.
“Ah’m ready,” she said to them. “Ah’m ready to face mah punishment. Ah know Ah won’t get it from the Avengers, SHIELD, or the X-Men. That’s why Ah’m trustin’ you two to give it to me.”
“That’s a lot of trust for two people you’ve just met,” Scott pointed out.
“You’ve been in mah head. You know where Ah came from and where Ah’m trying to go. The way Ah see it, if Ah’m gonna be punished, it might as well be from a couple of former X-Men who understand.”
“Who just happen to have access to a cosmic force capable of going the extra mile,” added Jean with a curt grin.
“That too,” said Rogue, “but whatever you two wanna use, Ah’m up for it. From here on out, mah mind, body, and soul are in your hands. What you do with it is up to you…even though Ah know what you have in mind.”
Rogue bowed her head again in another submissive gesture. This time, Jean and Scott didn’t let it go too far. They both knelt down in front of her. Scott reached out and caressed her face, the warm touch of his hand reminding her how much her world had changed in the past week. She could touch again without hurting anyone. She was entirely in control once more.
However, as part of her effort to redeem herself, she willingly surrendered that control. Scott and Jean must have sensed it. They were already exchanging looks, implying they had already worked out an appropriate punishment.
“I’m honored you trust us that much, Rogue,” said Jean. “I promise that Scott and I will honor that trust.”
“We’re also going to need it,” said Scott, “because what we have planned won’t just require your trust. We’ll need your complete, unquestioning submission, as well.”
The couple rose up and stood over her. The figures cast a powerful, domineering shadow over her. It signaled to Rogue that she was no longer in control. She was at the utter mercy of Scott Summers and Jean Grey-Summers.
As Rogue gazed up at them with submissive reference, they each removed their robes to reveal the special attire for the task at hand. Scott didn’t wear much, nor did he need any. He wore only a pair of tight leather briefs with part of it cut out, which allowed his penis to hang out fully exposed. In addition to letting his manly endowment hang free, he wore a cock ring that included an odd-shaped extension attached to a metal ball. He was already pretty hung. The additional hardware, so to speak, made it look even more imposing.
Jean’s outfit was a bit more elaborate. She wore a tight-fitting leather corset with the top strategically cut to reveal her breasts. That corset connected to a pair of thigh-high pantyhose that gave her the look of a classic dominatrix. She also had on a pair of black crotchless panties that were almost completely transparent. From her position, Rogue could clearly see Jean’s vagina, pubic hair and all.
As someone who had grown up in the deep south, such a lurid sight was not overly common. At the same time, she knew such things existed. From the people she’d absorbed, she got the sense that everyone knew to some extent. They just ignored or avoided it. Having ignored and avoided too many things in her life, Rogue remained unafraid and submissive.
“This is your last chance to change your mind, Rogue,” said Jean. “Do you trust us to punish you in a manner we deem appropriate?”
“Yes. Ah trust you,” Rogue said with little hesitation.
“Do you also accept the responsibility that comes with that?” Jean added. “Scott and I stuck our necks out for you. We want you to redeem yourself. Tell us that you’ll make that effort, starting tonight and continuing every day thereafter.”
“Ah accept,” she said. “Ah promise I’ll do what I gotta do.”
“Lastly,” Jean went on, “Do you give your complete submission to me and Scott tonight? Know that by doing so, we can and will do whatever we want to you.”
“Ah understand. And Ah submit!” said Rogue, her voice leaving no room for doubt.
Scott and Jean exchanged glances, as if to commence the elaborate plan they’d worked out for her. They then looked down at her with an intense, domineering look. They were like wolves looking down at a trapped kitten. They now had complete and total control over her. It was an unfamiliar, but oddly appropriate condition for her.
“In that case, let’s begin your punishment,” said Jean intently.
“We’ll start with the basics,” said Scott. “Get up! Show us you can stand with respect and obedience.”
Rogue complied immediately. True to her nickname, she had never been one to follow the rules that closely. Mystique had even encouraged that. For her to be so obedient and submissive was a major change of pace. It was also oddly exciting.
“Not bad,” said the former X-Men Leader, “but you’ve got a long way to go.”
“Agreed!” said Jean. “But she can’t go any further wearing clothes like that.”
“That’s an easy fix,” said Scott casually. “Would you like to do the honors?”
“Of course, my love!”
Jean’s eyes briefly flashed with fiery red energy. She then waved her hand. In an instant, Rogue felt her clothes stripped off her body by an invisible. Her shirt literally flew right off over her head, followed by her pants. Her bra and panties were practically ripped apart, revealing her entire body to the two former X-Men standing before her.
It happened so fast that she didn’t have time to cover her breasts or pussy with her arms. Her first reflex was to cover herself, but Scott reached in and grabbed her arm, preventing her from doing so.
“No! Don’t cover up,” he told her. “You’re going to stay naked for the rest of the night.”
“After all that time you spent concealing yourself, head to toe, it’s only fitting,” Jean added. “Exposure once made you dangerous. Now, it’s made you vulnerable once more.”
“And you need to be vulnerable if you’re to accept your punishment,” said Scott.
It almost made too much sense. Not long ago, exposing herself made her dangerous to others. It also made it difficult to punish her. Now, being naked rendered her open to feelings and experienced she once thought impossible. That included both intimacy and punishment.
“You’ll also need to reacquaint yourself with certain sensations,” added Jean as she stepped in closer. “What Scott and I are about to do isn’t just about punishment. We believe in you, Rogue. But you need to start believing in yourself, as well.”
Rogue remained silent, but continued trusting their words and intentions. They then made use of their authority and vulnerability over her, reaching in and groping her naked skin.
They were playful, at first. Scott focused on her breasts, cupping her fleshy mounds with both hands and giving her nipples a light pinch. That caused her to gasp and not just because someone was touching her without falling into a coma. As Rogue processed those sensations, Jean trailed caressed her face while trailing her hand over her feminine curves. She started at her neck, worked her way down her back, and passed over her buttocks. Eventually, she arrived at her inner thighs.
From there, the beautiful redhead cupped her hand over the outer parts of her vagina. Rogue gasped again, shifting at the sudden stimulation of her most intimate areas. It was the kind of stimulation she didn’t think she’d ever feel again. That helped give it a greater impact, which Scott and Jean clearly noticed.
“She’s a little sensitive,” Jean said, “especially in certain places.”
“We can work with that,” said Scott, as though it were a simple chore, “but we’ll need more than our hands.”
“Luckily, we came equipped!”
With their hands still on her body, Jean used her telekinesis to open the two large chests near the fireplace. From one of them, a large table with a rack emerged. It was in multiple pieces, but in a show of psychic mastery, it assembled itself in mid-air. By the time it landed in the center of the room next to Rogue, she got a sense for what the extent of her punishment entailed.
The table must have either been custom-built or purchased from a store that catered specifically for BDSM enthusiast. It had the dimensions of a twin-sized bed and the surface was covered in black leather. On one end, there were two posts, each with shackles hanging by chains from the top. At the other, there were similar posts with shackles, but they looked designed for ankles and feet. It also had velvet ropes attached to each side, which were further secured by a clamp. There were also hinges around the legs, indicating it could be adjusted to the whims of whoever wielded the dominance.
Such an accessory had many possibilities, more so than a woman from a traditional southern home dared entertain. She didn’t have time to contemplate many. Shortly after the table was set up, Scott and Jean exercised their authority once more.
“On the table!” Jean commanded.
“Lay on your back!” Scott added.
Rogue obeyed without saying a word. They even let go of her, as if to give her a chance to remind them that she wanted this. She wanted to be punished for what she’d done. She once again proved herself, willingly lying on the table like a good, willing submissive.
“Ah’m ready. What next?” Rogue asked intently.
“Nothing that involves you talking, that’s for sure,” said Scott. “But before we go any further, we must complete your submission.”
“We know you already promised it to us. Think of this as a necessary formality,” said Jean with a mischievous grin.
They looked like they were having a lot of fun with this. Rogue didn’t expect the couple to be so playful, but she still appreciated it. If nothing else, it gave them more incentive to be thorough with her punishment.
While she laid on the table, Jean and Scott each took one of her arms and secured it with the wrist shackle attached to the bed post. They then adjusted the post, which forced her arms further apart. While Jean secured the shackles, Scott used the velvet rope attached to side and wrapped it over her torso, which effectively pinned her to the table. It both secured her to the bed and ensured there was no going back. At this point, she was at their mercy.
“There! Nice and secure, as a good submissive should be,” said Jean after fastening the shackles.
“Secure and ready for punishment, as well,” added Scott.
“And I know just how to get things started!”
The couple’s excitement escalated. Rogue already noticed Scott getting aroused. Touching her had already gotten his blood flowing in the right direction. The added presence of that fancy cock ring made his growing boner look more imposing. As much as Rogue sought punishment, a part of her couldn’t overlook the lurid appeal of such a sight.
‘Dang! That is one fine lookin’ dick.’
‘Careful, Rogue,’ came an unexpected voice in her head. ‘You’re in the presence of a psychic, remember? While I appreciate you admiring my husband’s endowment, don’t forget that for you…it’s an instrument of punishment!’
Rogue was started by Jean’s telepathic voice, but it didn’t temper her submission. If anything, it intensified it. Even her thoughts could be dominated at this point. They knew how she felt and how much punishment she needed. All she could do now was wait and endure.
For that, she didn’t have to wait long. Scott was already in position. He’d climbed up onto the table, grabbed her by the thighs, and pushed her legs apart. As he hovered over her, he aligned his erect penis with the outer folds of her pussy. While Rogue was not a virgin, having had sex before her powers manifested, she had limited sexual experience. The prospect of being ravaged by two people who clearly knew what they were doing was both overwhelming and exciting.
“I’m going to fuck you, Rogue,” Scott told her. “I’m not going to be gentle, either. I’m going to do it as hard and as fast as I want. On top of that, I’m going to let this little gizmo that Jean bought for me establish a specific baseline.”
“A baseline?” Rogue questioned, briefly forgetting the no-talking command.
“You’ll see soon enough,” said Jean, “and since you can’t seem to keep your mouth shut, I’ll make sure it’s occupied while my husband does his thing!”
While Scott prepared to enter her, Jean climbed up on the table and straddled her face. Before she knew it, she had another woman’s pussy pressed against her mouth. She could even tell the redhead was aroused, which was somewhat surprising. Either Jean Grey-Summers was really that kinky or she didn’t care who gave her oral sex.
“There! That should keep you quiet,” said Jean, already rubbing her pussy against her face.
“And how,” Scott laughed.
“Stay focused, babe. Start fucking her pussy while she eats mine out. And if she wants to make her punishment more effortless, she’ll do a damn good job!”
It was a not-so-subtle demand that Rogue play an active part in this lurid act. Being bound and submissive, she had little choice in the matter. She might have had limited sexual experience, but she knew how female genitalia worked. Relying on instinct and her unwavering obedience, she began giving Jean oral sex.
With her face muffled by Jean’s pussy, she didn’t have a chance to brace herself for when Scott entered her. That moment still came. She felt the table rock as he thrust his hips forward, pushing his hardened dick into her vagina. In addition to feeling her inner muscles stretched to accommodate his size, she also felt the extension with the metal ball press up against her clitoris. He must have activated something too because it vibrated, triggering an extra-intense flood of sensations coursing through her body.
“Mmfff!” Rogue moaned, her voice muted by Jean’s pussy.
“Ooh! You hear that, Scott?” said Jean. “I think she likes having a nice, hard dick pound into her. She might even like it too much.”
“I can fix that!” Scott said intently.
After a few initial motions, as if to get a feel for her pussy, Scott quickly stepped up the pace of his thrusting. He wasn’t gentle about it, either. Rogue felt his grip on her tighten as he worked his hips harder and faster, pumping her tight folds with his rigid manhood.
Her world rocked with every movement.
Her body trembled with every thrust.
Her mind was flooded with an onslaught of sensations, rendering her dazed from the feeling.
It was so rough that the line between pain and pleasure became obscure. That might have been the point. The one thing that really skewed the balance was the constant clitoral stimulation generated by the cock ring. That tipped the scales in favor of pleasure, so much so that Rogue felt herself building towards an orgasm.
All the while, she kept eating Jean’s pussy out. If anything, the constant surge of sensations caused her to lap her tongue along the other woman’s folds more thoroughly. Jean supplemented her efforts, riding her face and grinding her pussy against her. It made for a chaotic experience, but one with an inescapable endpoint.
‘This is really happening. Ah’m being fucked hard by a well-hung guy. Ah’m eating his wife’s pussy out. And Ah’m liking it! It’s messin’ with mah body and mind, but Ah’m really liking it. Ah’m actually gonna come from this.’
The ravaging continued. She sensed Scott lean over for more leverage, his hips banging against her pelvis as he humped her with reckless abandon. Jean even leaned forward too, giving her husband a messy kiss while he fucked another woman. It showed they loved each other and they had a kinky side. Something about that made Rogue trust them even more.
“She’s close, my love,” Jean said to Scott. “I sense it! She’s going to come soon.”
“Good! I am too,” he said through labored grunts. “Let’s make her come hard!”
“We will. I’ll make sure of it!”
Rogue felt herself shoved into a world of ecstasy. Despite her bound state, she shuddered in anticipation of her orgasm. Her muffled moans grew louder. Her knees bent and her toes curled. The steady stimulation from the cock ring helped ignite her release. Jean must have tapped into her mind again because Scott got his release shortly before she got hers.
“Here I…come! Ohhh fuck!” Scott gasped.
“Mmmffff!” Rogue moaned out.
It unfolded in a perfect convergence of sensations. First, she felt his member tense inside her before shooting off his load of cum inside her. Then, her pussy contracted around his manly flesh, squeezing him hard as an orgasmic wave washed over her. From there, ripples of hot pleasure coursed through her body. While Rogue had experienced orgasms before, mostly through self-induced pleasure, she never experienced one like this.
The hard humping stop and their bodies lingered in their fleshly entanglement. Jean, still keeping Rogue silent with her pussy, embraced her husband as he soaked in the feeling. He’d clearly enjoyed giving her a hard, heated fuck. Jean seemed to enjoy watching him as well.
“You’re so disciplined and diligent,” Jean told him, “but when you cut loose. It’s a sight to behold!”
“Thanks, Jean. I hope…I did…my part,” he replied, still catching his breath.
“You did, my love. You definitely did!” she said. “I think she’s definitely ready for the next part.”
They kissed again, lingering in their current position for a moment longer. Once his dick stopped throbbing, Scott withdrew from her pussy and slipped off the table. Jean followed suit, rising off Rogue’s face, allowing her to catch her breath. She still felt streaks of Jean’s feminine juices dripping down her face.
She knew it wasn’t over. There was no way that constituted a worthy punishment. The couple definitely had something else planned. Still in her post-orgasmic daze, Rogue watched on as they commenced the next phase of their elaborate plan.
“For the record, that wasn’t your punishment,” said Jean. “Getting fucked hard by my handsome, highly-capable husband…hell, that’s basically a free dessert.”
“Plus, you seemed to like it rough,” Scott pointed out. “I’m guessing that’s news to you, too.”
“Yeah…it was,” said Rogue with an awkward, but humored grin.
“That’s okay. That actually works perfectly with what we have planned! That quick dose of good sex…that was just to establish how good it feels when you submit. Think of it as a reference point…one that’s about to become very critical.”
Before Rogue contemplate the implications, Scott and Jean went to work. First, Scott adjusted the posts that connected to her wrist shackles, making it so they could swivel. Then, he undid the rope that secured her torso, grabbed her by the hips, and turned her over so that she was on all fours. She barely had time to adjust before he secured her ankles with the other shackles.
It left Rogue in a less comfortable, but more bound. After Scott re-adjusted the restraints, she had her wrists locked to each post and her ankles completely secured. The arrangement of the restraints forced her to keep her hips elevated and her back angled down, putting her in a far more submissive position. She could barely move, leaving her even more vulnerable than before.
As she adjusted to her new position, she watched Jean retrieve another accessor from the chest via telekinesis. She quickly recognized it as a strap-on with a large dildo, which appeared made for women. Jean shed her crotchless panties and put it on, the mischievous look in her eyes already hinting at what she planned to do.
“You did a decent job, eating my pussy out,” Jean told her, “but that just got me wet. What I’m going to do next is a bit more ambitious!”
“Ambitious how?” asked Rogue intently.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” she said with a curt gesture.
“And, like a good husband, I’m going to encourage my wife in my own special way,” said Scott with a similar glint in his eyes.
They continued their uncanny coordination. Jean retrieved more accessories from the chest. One was a metal mouth restraint, designed to keep someone’s mouth open. Scott wasted no time putting that on Rogue, securing it to her head and forcing her mouth to stay open.
“Ungh!” Rogue grunted.
“Relax. This will just make it easier for all of us,” said Scott.
Just after he locked the restraint, he revealed another set of accessories in his left hand. They were nipple clamps with small weights on the end. She swore he made sure she saw them. That way, she could watch as he attached them to her nipples. In her bound state, she could neither resist nor protest. She could only wince as she felt the sting from the clamps follow.
“Hnggh!” Rogue moaned.
“You feel that, Rogue? That’s the other end of the spectrum catching up with you,” Scott told her. “From pleasure to pain, you now know both ends.”
“That’s what will make your true punishment more effective!” Jean added.
It was as cunning as it was kinky. By overwhelming her with pleasure first and then introducing pain, it left a unique impact. It was not unlike the impact she left on the people she’d touched, especially Carol. One minute, they were perfectly fine. Then, with a single touch, she put them in a world of hurt. It put what she did to people into a new context. Somehow, whether by kink or guilt, it made her crave punishment even more.
As Rogue watched on, tense and bound, Jean retrieved a few more items from the chest. They appeared to be two leather-studded whips and a bottle of lube, which left little ambiguity to their use. She kept one whip while giving Scott the other. While he stood near the head of the table, his semi-erect cock dangling right in front of her face, Jean made her way around to the opposite end.
From there, she climbed up onto the table, just as Scott had done earlier. She then angled the tip of the strap-on dildo towards her pelvis. Rogue could already feel it rubbing against the still-tender folds of her pussy. She also felt Jean trail the tip of the whip down her back.
“This is how we’re going to punish you, Rogue,” said Jean. “Rest assured, this punishment will have an impact.”
“You’ve allied yourself with deviants. You’ve used other peoples’ abilities as your own,” Scott went on while trailing the tip of the whip around her face. “Now, we’re going to use you in our own deviant way. You won’t be able to resist, but it’ll ensure you get the point across.”
“And after what you did to Carol, we’ll have to really belabor it.”
Upon saying those words, Rogue felt Jean move the tip of the dildo from her pussy to her ass. She then felt her use that lube she’d retrieved earlier and pour it over the phallic-shaped tool. She quickly made the connections. Having never experienced anal sex, her eyes widened at the prospect.
She tried to brace herself. It did her little good. With her body fully restrained and her voice muted, Jean skillfully inserted the dildo into Rogue’s asshole. Once inside, she thrust her hips forward, penetrating her anally and sending shockwaves of sensations through her body. As if to supplement the act, she used the whip to swat her lower back
“Agghhh!” she gasped.
“There it is, Rogue! There’s your punishment!” Jean proclaimed.
It was intense, to say the least. Once she got most of the dildo inside her, Jean began moving her hips, mirroring the same rhythm that Scott had established earlier. She pumped the dildo within her ass, stretching and straining her inner muscles. It must have had some sort of stimulator within the panties because Jean sounded as eager as Scott.
“Take it! Accept it! Embrace it!” she said while swatting her with the whip.
“You’re enjoying this more than I thought you would, Jean,” Scott commented with a humored grin.
“Are you gonna say it doesn’t turn you on?”
“Hell no!”
That was already obvious. Rogue could already see Scott’s dick getting hard again. Watching his wife fuck another woman with a strap-on got him horny again. He didn’t look that surprised, but it still motivated him to participate.
While Jean intensified the pace of her sex, Scott used the tip of his whip to strike Rogue along the back, thighs, and butt. While Jean focused more on her upper back, Scott gave her butt more attention. Sting after sting surged through her body in conjunction with the sting of getting fucked in the ass. Between that and the nipple clamps, the punishment came in from multiple angles.
Every impact stung. The pleasure she’d experienced before stood in stark contrast to the pain of each lurid act. From every thrust delivered by Jean to every strike delivered by Scott, the sensations differed completely. Through potent blend of kink and submission, it imparted a powerful message that Rogue wouldn’t soon forget.
‘Pain…pleasure…punishment. This is what Ah needed. This is what Ah deserve. For what Ah’ve done…what Ah did to Carol…Ah accept this. It hurts, but it still feels…’
Her thoughts failed her as Scott and Jean escalated her punishment. Jean reached out and grabbed Rogue’s hair, pulling her head back while she pumped the dildo into her ass even harder. She groaned as she descended further into her submissive daze. Seeing Jean exercise such authority helped Scott fully erect again. He quickly made use of it, taking off the cock ring and shoving his member into her mouth.
“Yeah! That’s it, Rogue! Take it from both ends!” Scott said.
“Don’t hold back, Scott!” Jean told him, pulling her hair even harder. “I’m getting close. This time…we come…while she endures!”
“Sounds like a plan!”
The couple demonstrated uncanny coordination. Scott held Rogue by the chin with one hand while using the other to swat her with whip. Armed with that leverage, he roughly humped her face, pumping his cock between her lips. Due to the presence of the mouth restraint, Rogue’s only choice was to suck him off. She gagged a few times at first, the presence of his thick cock testing her limited oral sex skills. She quickly adjusted, further embracing her submission.
As Rogue sucked Scott’s cock, Jean set the whip aside to focus entirely on fucking her ass with the strap-on. She clung harder to Rogue’s hair with one hand while gripping her torso with the other, working the dildo inside her ass with increasing vigor. Stings of pain continued, but bits of pleasure emerged as well. Rogue didn’t get much sex ed back in Mississippi, but she knew anal sex could be effective for certain people. She just didn’t expect her to be one of them.
‘There’s no gettin’ around it. Ah like being punished. Ah like being fucked in the ass. It feels good! Is that wrong? Is it supposed to feel this good?’
‘Yes, Rogue. It is!’
Jean’s telepathic message caught Rogue by surprise again, but she didn’t mind. Her insight helped make sense of what she was experiencing. She stopped looking at it from the perspective of sex, kink, and submission. There was more to this feeling. It wasn’t just liberating in the sense that it inflicted overdue punishment. A part of her really enjoyed it.
However, Rogue doubted that she enjoyed it as much as Scott and Jean. They were both getting close to their peak. She could sense it. Jean was starting to steady her thrusts. Scott did the same, his expression tensing with anticipation at his coming release. As she looked up at him, he used the whip swat her back one more time, as if to inflicted the last round of punishment.
“I’m ready, Jean! I’m going to…come…soon!” he grunted.
“Oohhh me too, Scott! Me too!” Jean moaned.
Together, they delivered the last round of movements. Jean pushed the dildo deep into Rogue’s ass while Scott shoved his cock into her mouth as far as her gag reflex could permit. Then, while Rogue absorbed the lingering pain from her punishment, they soaked in a fresh round of pleasure.
Jean got hers first. She finally let go of Rogue’s hair, grabbing old of her waist while she shuddered under the weight of her orgasm. Whatever stimulator the strap-on had must have been very effective. Jean’s euphoric moans left little room for doubt. She came and she came hard.
Scott came shortly after. He dropped the whip, held onto her head, and let out a deep grunt as he got his release. Rogue felt it as he shot another stream of cum right into her mouth. Most of it went right down her thought. She barely had a chance to taste the salty substance, but it effectively completed the experience.
She’d been fucked from both ends and in every hole. She experienced pain, pleasure, and everything in between. It was a punishment, but it was also a cleansing of sorts. After being so dangerous to others, Rogue made herself vulnerable. In doing so, she reconnected with an intimate experience she thought she’d never feel again.
“I think…she’s had enough,” said Scott breathlessly.
“I agree,” said Jean, panting heavily as well, “but let’s make sure.”
After soaking in their respective peaks, they each withdrew from Rogue. Jean took off her strap-on and undid the shackles to her feet. Scott removed the ones on her wrists and undid the nipple clamps, as well, leaving Rogue to remove the mouth guard. She also needed a moment to catch her breath and adjust her jaw.
While Scott and Jean set aside their accessories, Rogue lingered on the table. She sat upright and noted the reddish welts on her body. They still stung, as did various parts of her lower body. She’d taken quite a bit of punishment, but she still felt better than she had before arriving. She even found herself smiling at her disheveled form.
“Dang! Ah’m gonna be sore tomorrow,” said Rogue.
“In a good way, I hope,” said Scott.
“In a dang good way!” she replied. “This might just be repressed southerner talking, but Ah kind of like this kind of punishment. It’s kinda…hell, Ah ain’t sure there’s a word for it.”
“You don’t have to say it, Rogue. We understand,” said Jean with a knowing grin. “New perspectives tend to open us to new experiences. Sometimes, those experiences resonate in unexpected ways.”
“Well, in terms of experiences, this is as unexpected as it gets,” she laughed. “Ah guess that’s another one Ah owe you two. First, you save meh and Carol. Then, you show me Ah’ve got a thing for sex, bondage, and punishment. At the rate Ah’m goin’, it’s gonna be a long time before Ah can return the favor.”
“You don’t have to, Rogue,” said Scott. “Just do your part for the X-Men, like you promised. And we’ll keep doing ours with X-Corp.”
“We believe you can do a lot of good for yourself and others,” said Jean. “The Professor believes that too. That’s why he gave you the opportunity. We just gave you more reasons to make the most of it.”
The couple cast her a caring smile. They then joined her on the table and embraced her, not at all concerned about her powers, her nudity, or the fresh memories of all the harm she’d done. Had she not been sore from the punishment, bondage, and hard sex, she would’ve gotten emotional. Instead, she just smiled back and embraced them as well.
Rogue had come a long way. From getting kicked out of her home in Caldecott to joining the Brotherhood of Mutants, she’d made many questionable decisions while connecting with questionable people. Between her powers that kept her from touching and a world that seemed bent on rejecting her, she let anger, bitterness, and despair guide her. She hurt herself and others every step of the way. She seemed destined to end up like her adopted mother.
It took a bad decision that turned into an egregious act to change her perceptions. Now, she had a fresh start with the X-men and a renewed perspective, thanks to Scott and Jean. It had been an arduous journey and one that required a certain level of punishment.
However, she finally stopped running from it. She even appreciated it in unexpected ways, but there would be plenty of time to explore that part of her life. For now, she was content to move forward.
“Thanks, you two,” Rogue told them. “Ah promise Ah’ll be the best dang X-Men Ah can be. It might not make up for everything Ah’ve done, but it’s a start.”
“We all have to start somewhere, Rogue,” said Jean, “even if it means starting with punishment for our past mistakes. They don’t have to define you, but you should still learn from them.”
“Ah will. Ah’ve already learned a lot,” she said with a curt grin.
“Glad we could help,” said Scott. “And we’ll keep helping in any way we can. We’re still looking into what happened with Mystique. We’re also trying to find out what disrupted your powers.”
“Ah appreciate that,” she said. “Ah just wish Ah could remember more before Ah blacked out.”
“Carol said the same thing,” the former X-Leader said. “We’ve all looked into it. The Avengers didn’t find anything. The X-Men didn’t find anything. But something out there definitely happened. Whatever it was – or whoever it might involve – we need to find out. Otherwise, it’s only a matter of time before it finds us again.”
Empire State University – Miles Warren’s Lab
“It’s still not working! Why isn’t it working? I’m so close to perfecting the process.”
Dr. Miles Warren had uttered those words many times before. Even before he became the Jackal – the devious alter ego who’d terrorized New York during his clashes with Spider-Man – he’d always been on the cusp of something great. Only a few minor flaws had ever kept him from achieving his goals.
He’d crossed many lines and endured many losses for his work, but he still believed it was worth completing. Cloning might have been messy, dangerous, and ethically suspect – so much so that even the High Evolutionary cast him out, claiming he’d lost his mind – but it had so much potential. It could ensure that nobody had to die. Loved ones could be brought back from the grip of death.
That included Gwen Stacy, the beautiful and caring student he’d fallen. Miles still kept a picture of her in his lab. He always looked at it, even after an experiment failed. His latest endeavor was a minor setback, but one that still felt so daunting.
“I made you a promise, my darling Gwen,” he said to the picture. “You’re going to live again. We’re going to be together. I don’t care what Spider-Man or Peter Parker has to say about it. He couldn’t save you, but I can!”
Those words felt hallow. His lab was a mess. His latest experiment involved using alien DNA samples that he’d stolen from a SHIELD clean-up crew after a recent prison break. He thought its properties could help him stabilize a new batch of clones. The sample proved too incomplete.
The result were empty husks of human flesh and damaged bio tanks that could not handle alien flesh. His lab was now a mess. His machinery was damaged or broken. His computer array kept getting errors when it tried to process the data. Half the lights of his lab had gone out and he lacked the basic resources to replace them. Still gazing at the picture of Gwen, he felt hopelessly stuck with his goal still in sight.
“This alien DNA is the key. I’m sure of it!” Dr. Warren told the picture. “I just need more data, new samples, and better equipment. What I seek is within my grasp. I just need a few more resources!”
“Perhaps I can assist with that, Dr. Warren.”
The former teacher turned renegade scientist gasped. He grabbed the picture of Gwen, retrieved his Jackal gauntlets, and looked around anxiously. Near as he could tell, his lab was still empty. However, he was certain he heard a voice.
It wasn’t in his head, either. He sensed a presence too and it was close. It also felt ominous. Even for a man of science, such a presence made his skin crawl.
“Who’s there? Where are you and how did you find me?” Dr. Warren demanded.
“Those are meaningless questions with meaningless answers. All that matters is that we each desire something. And as it just so happens, we’re both in a position to help each other.”
“Help? You expect me to help someone who won’t even show their face?”
“Another meaningless question,” the voice replied, “but I suppose a fair answer is warranted. My name is Madelyne Pryor, but who I am is less important than what I can provide for you. Allow me to demonstrate, courtesy of my newest ally.”
The air around the lab grew hot. The lights flickered and a gust blew through the lab. Right in front of him, a circular portal appeared like magic. He’d seen fantastic feats that had been attributed to magic, often in conjunctions with his rivalry with Spider-Man. The scientist in him tried to make sense of it. Then, a female figure with red hair, yellow eyes, and blue skin walked through.
“What kind of a demonstration is this?” Miles asked skeptically.
“One that should interest you on a very personal level. Mystique, show him what I mean.”
The blue-skinned woman nodded, her eyes vacant and her expression unflinching. In another feat that sparked the intrigue of his inner scientist, the woman shape-shifted before his eyes to take on the appearance of a very familiar figure. It was none other than the beautiful woman who still haunted his dreams and fueled the madness behind the Jackal.
“My God…Gwen,” Miles gasped as he gazed upon her in awe.
“Not quite,” said the shapeshifter in a voice that sounded exactly like Gwen, “but close enough for what we have planned.”
“These plans of yours…what do they entail?” he asked intently, now more intrigued than ever.
“For you, it means refining your cloning expertise for a very specific purpose,” she said. “If it satisfies the desires of the Goblin Queen, then yours will be satisfied in return. And trust me. It’s in all of our interests to satisfy her.”
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