Jean & The Demon Lord

Title: Jean & The Demon Lord
Author: Corina
Summary: Jean Grey gets kidnapped by an evil demon
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Pairing(s): Jean Grey/Demon JG/Sabretooth
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Jean Grey and a plethora of creatures
Betas: Looking for testers!!! Email me if interested!
Author’s notes: When Jean gets abducted on her wedding day, the demon forces her wildest desires to surface.
*Disclaimer: All characters are property of Marvel or DC Comics. I do not own these characters nor do I make any financial gain from these characters. The story is designed for entertainment purposes only.

Chapter One - Plane of Lust


"Oh yes" the demon said as he sat in his far away Plane of Lust
looking down through the pool of blood in front of him. Most wizards
and magic-users used a crystal ball, this pool of blood, poured from
the saints who were corrupted and killed, served as window to
anywhere. Seeing this day, the wedding day of Jean Grey made his blood
boil. the surging of lust for her, that young innocent and very naive
body slipping on the last of her white wedding dress. The smoothness
of her athletic legs like pillars that were to be climbed and her
soft, full chest heaving with each hard breath, only made his muscular
surging body like a machine to rob her of her virtue.

Looking around his throne room, he grinned at the tentacled guards,
they would act as needed, if he even wanted them. The strong ebony
walls dripped with magical wards that would block all powers but his
own and those of his minions. the dripping, yet dried symbols pulsated
with power, inspiring fear in the fleeting slaves as they ran from his
gaze. The hard maroon rippling shape of his body surged with power,
the broad shoulders stronger that colossus and his frame tighter than
Wolverine's. the toned of his shape, the perfect mix of tight, bulging
muscles and coordinated tightness. As he stood, the massiveness of his
member bulged lightly from behind his soft leather covering that hung
between his legs.

Putting his hands on the side of the pool, he bored his now glowing
eyes as he looked at Jean through it. Slowly, he chipped away at her
delicate mind. The barriers she had holding in her deepest fantasies
and her inhibitions chipping away. Men on the team. Sex fantasies.
Needing to be taken and forced, boring into her like never before.

"It is time to awaken my slave, Jean Grey. It is time to awaken" he
spoke to her, as he disappeared from his Plane of Lust, appearing
invisibly and undetectable by her telepathy in the room behind her.
The voice he left behind on the Plane of Lust echoes through out the
room.

Demons rushing over to the pool with his presence gone saw the affects
on this young virginal woman, feeling the slow power of this Demon
Lord bore into her, his very invisible presence filling the room with
need.

Jean looked at the reflection staring back at her in the mirror. She
hardly recognized herself. She looked tired and nervous, and yet it
was the day she had waited her whole life for. But then, she noticed
her hands tremble a bit, as she applied the last coat of gloss to her
lips. "What is it Jean?" asked Storm, her honorary maid of honor on
this festive day. "Oh nothing Ororo," she said with a sigh. "I think
I'm just nervous," she admitted to her friend. But the grin across
her lips made Ororo think otherwise. "Of the wedding Jean? or the
honeymoon?"

Jean simply smiled. "You are horrible!" she said with a laugh. But
it was just the type of thing she needed to take the edge off of the
day. With one final glance at her reflection she turned around in her
chair, looking at Ororo. "I'm ready," she said with a smile. One so
pure and innocent that it made Ororo blush just to witness it. "I'll
tell them," she said, giving Jean's hand a squeeze and exiting the room.

Jean closed her eyes. The day had finally come. The wedding of a
lifetime. Her lifetime. Tonight her and Scott would share a bed
together. And yet, she could think of nothing else but the ecstasy of
what it would entail. She couldn't remember her vows. Or the words
she had practiced since she was a child. Her mind was cloudy and her
head began to ache, as if someone, or something was planting thoughts
into it.

She tried to shake off the feeling but felt trapped within the
thoughts of her own mind. Her own tool. A mind that she had unlocked
and tapped into. And yet it was deceiving her. Treating her like a
fool. Slowly Jean opened her eyes, only to sense the presence of
someone in her room. As her eyes shot to the side, she saw him.

She nearly screamed at the image. His tight maroon body muscular and
bulging. A small piece of leather only covering his manhood, which
she could tell was begging for attention. And while the scream began
to form in her throat, she could not release it, feeling it trapped
inside.

But in it's place was a voice. Her own voice. Soft and trembling.
"Who are you?" she asked, feeling a stray tear roll down her cheek.
There was something evil about him. Something sinister. And yet she
could not break her stare. It was as if he was calling to her, silently.

Boring into her mind now, he felt the wall on her lusts, needs, and
desires boil over. The wall was on its way down. This would be fun,
more fun than he imagined.

"Your team-mates are in danger" he said to her with an evil grin on
his lips. The perfect torment. The lust growing in her, he could see
it in her eyes. The aching to do the right thing...forcing her self
away from the aching in her body, forcing her mind to the surface, he
saw that she was trying the impossible. She was actually trying to
fight the eternal lust he was letting loose in her, the lust from the
Demon Lord of the Plane of Lust orbiting her mind like an electron
racing around its nucleus at the speed of light. Building more and
more, the more she fought it, the harder it would seek her out.

Holding up the visor that Scott had worn earlier, there was blood all
over it. The special release on it that only Scott could open had been
released, showing that he had for some reason taken it off, something
he only did when facing the dastardly of foes.

"You must come with me, if you are to save them" the Demon spoke as he
held out his hand to her, opening the black crimson palm towards her.
With the hands open in front of her. Each movement of his body,
tensing and flexing, made his powerful mind place imagine after image
into her mind to meld with her own fantasies. Taking from the inner
needs in her, the feeling of a man's hands all over her breasts and
ass, replacing the hand with his own, kneading her breasts, letting
her feel the sensations as if it was happening...yet....enough aching
that it wasn't just yet.

"Take my hand Jean" he said, "Take it, or your friends will die" he
said to her, as he heard Ororo and Kitty scream outside. A bright
light shone from under the door, it shone and there was a pounding
outside, tearing of flesh almost. "Jean, if you go out there, you will
be killed...come with me" he said to her slowly and deeply, beckoning
her more and more with his words to her. More commands than a
question, he muttered under his breath, slow spells of Lust to dull
her mind.

Jean felt her lip quiver at the mention of danger. Her teammates.
No. Her friends. She lowered her head a bit and cursed herself. In
all her excitement about the upcoming nuptials, she let them get hurt.
But nothing drove a stake through her heart like seeing Scott's
bloody visor in this monster's hands.

"Oh God," she said feeling the tears falling from her eyes. "Is he…"
But she couldn't bring herself to say the word. Or the thought.
Truthfully, she couldn't formulate a coherent thought about anything.
All she had was the overwhelming emotions that were overcoming her.
And this creature's words.

She heard his voice, and watched him outstretch her hand. She tried
to protest, to tell him that she had to do something. But it was as
if she was drawn into the blackness of his outstretched palm. As if
something was invisibly pushing her towards him…body and soul.

But that wasn't the only sensation that was assaulting her. It was as
if a million hands were fondling her body. She could feel them,
groping her…touching her. Her breasts. Her ass. A slight pinch on
her nipple. But she looked down at her body, wedding dress and all,
and realized that it was only her imagination. There was nothing
there. Nothing visible. And yet she could feel her own body giving
in to the sensations. Sensations she only imagined on her wedding
night. The anticipation of her union with Scott no longer the
forefront…but rather the sensations that were assaulting her body.

There was no explanations for them. And yet she knew it had something
to do with the demon that had entered her room. She looked at him
quizzically, the lust growing in her eyes. But instead of an answer,
she simply heard him urge her once again to come with him. The fate
of her friends depended on it.

And then Jean heard it. Screams. Screams of sheer terror mixed with
pain. Screams that were so blood curdling that she felt herself snap
back to normal, for a brief moment. Then the light. A light so
bright it almost blinded her. And the horrible sounds coming from the
other side of the door. She looked to her visitor for help, wanting
to move towards the door but feeling only her knees weaken with
sensations that she could only have once imagined. And then, his
words of warning. If she opened the door she would be killed. And
for some reason….she believed him. Whole heartedly believed him as
she reached for his hand, feeling it against her own.

With a huge flash, they were gone, not even with a flash of light on
the floor, just in time before all of the others came in the room to
find Jean gone. Gone without a trace.

In the Plane of Lust, instantly appearing with a flash and a frenzy
that he knew would bring her to her knees. The pure power of his body
could take it, could take the dimensional travel a human on the other
hand would be brought to their knees in weakness...just what the Demon
Lord wanted to see. The little innocent Jean driven to her knees in
her wedding dress, only to expose more of her mind to him...it would
be a slow process only enhanced with all the magical wards on the wall
that would break down her mind more. Like an evil on all sides, it
would not be putting things in her mind as much as it was pulling it
out, driving all the needs and desires out of her. Especially the ones
that ashamed her. What he found the most interesting is that this one
had the most potential he had seen in a while. The passion she had,
the passion so held in scared him and made his heart race just looking
at her shapely body. So much need and denied for so long.

"Well Jean...you have made the first step....." he laughed out loud as
he looked around, glaring at the demons as the tentacled guards
stepped to his side, one on each side of his throne while he stepped
back into the Ebony Throne. Carved of deep black stone, the slits in
it, glowed a reddish color. It was blessed by evil, the blood and
entity of evil men empowered it.

As he stepped back into it, the patch over his manhood slipped over to
the side, letting its bulge come out for the first time.

Pausing to see how this would affect her, he noticed the weakness of
her, the innocence of her wanting to save her friend so bad and yet
even though she could barely stay on her hands and knees, Jean tried
so hard not to taint her wedding dress.

"Welcome Jean, this is my safe abode" he spoke to her, playing with
her mind, as the magical wards on the wall glowed, blocking her powers
to the hilt. No telepathy, No Telekinesis, just Jean vulnerable, like
she never had been. "That monster was sent to destroy you and the
X-men. I fear...that only I can help you and your friends now...." he
spoke evilly to her, throwing the broken Cyclops visor at her feet.

"...it is all in your hands. It is all up to you. They can be saved
and so can your...husband. Oh wait, he is not your husband yet,
sorry...your boyfriend..." he spoke slyly and evilly, purposefully not
calling him her fiancé.