Festival of X

Festival of X

Chapter 11: Positions of Authority

AN: I apologize the update was later than usual. Just wanted to say thanks to everyone who has been reviewing thus far. I really appreciate it! And I also appreciate the suggestions that have been coming in. I'm not sure how many I'll be able to actually use, but I definitely do take them seriously as I continue this story. Thanks again and I hope you continue to enjoy Festival of X!

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New Olympus Temple – First-Floor Hallways

‘So many prospects so little time. For once, I don’t need luck to get a few nice thrills. I just need my body and a guy who thinks he can keep up with me!’

Domino grinned to herself as she traversed the opulent hallways. She had adopted an aggressive if not somewhat predatory mentality for this ritual. Amara told them that the wine would make men less reserved about pursuing their carnal lusts. She didn’t say much about women being more aggressive with their lusts. It must have been taboo in Nova Roma for women to be as horny as men just as it was taboo in nearly every other part of the world. Always one to press the odds, Domino sought to buck that trend by matching every lustful inclination that a man could offer while being obscenely overt about it.

She had already enjoyed some rather domineering encounters. She couldn’t help but feel accomplished after bringing out Sam’s latent proclivities for rough sex. Now Domino was on the prowl again in search of her next sexual conquest. She treated her search the same way she treated an assassination mission, stealthily making her way through the shadows and seeking the optimum position with which to stalk her target. After getting lucky in the bathing areas, she decided to linger around the spa and sauna areas. It was only a matter of time before someone sampled the temple’s fancier amenities. And as was often the case, her legendary luck ensured that she didn’t have to wait long. The door to one of the spas opened just up ahead with Remy stepping out a towel around his waist and one over his head. He looked like he just came from the sauna.

“Hmm...a former thief with a bloated ego?” said Domino mischievously, “This has potential!”

The skilled assassin kept her distance, slipping behind a corner while Remy started walking in her direction. He was still rubbing his face and hair with a towel, most likely to wipe off the sweat from the sauna. Near as Domino could sense, he didn’t notice her presence when he stepped out. She made sure it stayed that way, remaining as quiet as possible as she lingered in a corner near the area where the spare towels were stored. She waited patiently to make her move, listening carefully to Remy’s footsteps. As he got closer, she heard him mumbling to himself.

“Ain’t much gets Remy ready for another femme like a good sauna,” he proclaimed.

Domino grinned to herself, remaining as silent as a hungry predator ready to strike its prey. She controlled her breathing and clung to the wall, allowing her instincts to inform her when he got close enough. When he passed by, he still had the towel over his head. He seemed completely oblivious to her presence. With continued stealth, she carefully made her move. She subtly stepped out from the corner, making sure every step she take made no no noise whatsoever. The skilled assassin approached until she was just a few steps behind him. The thrill of sneaking up on her target was almost as arousing as the sweaty musk the Cajun was giving off. She was about to reach out and grasp him when her luck took a rare and unexpected turn.

Had she been in front of him, she would have seen an equally mischievous grin on his face that had been hidden by the towel he had over his head. Just as she was about to pounce on him, the Cajun mutant turned around and grabbed her by her wrists with the kind of quickness that could only be matched by a skilled thief. It caught Domino by complete surprise and in that moment of surprise, Remy’s expression turned from mischievous to outright devious.

“Bonjour, Miss I-Think-I-Can-Sneak-Up-On-A-Thief,” he greeted in his typical suave accent, “Was there something you wanted from Remy? Something that was made sneakin’ up on him necessary?”

“I was...” she began, but Remy ended up answering for her.

“Don’t bother. Remy already figured it out what you want. And Remy’s gonna give it to you!”

Using the grip he had on her wrist, the Cajun shoved Domino back towards the corner area where she had been hiding earlier. Along the way he grabbed her other wrist and used the full weight of his body to push her back, eventually pinning her against the wall. The skilled assassin offered little resistance. For reasons she didn’t bother dwelling upon, she went with it. She had failed in her little sneak attack on Remy. It was only fair she accept the consequences.

“Touche, Lebeau,” she said with a bemused grin, “How did you know?”

“Didn’t Remy drop a big enough hint?” he said coyly, “A sauna puts Remy in the mood to some extent, but when a pretty femme is stalkin’ me then that gets all the right juices flowing!”

“Is that just another one of your quirks? Or does that qualify as a fetish?”

“It’s another one of Remy’s many talents,” the Cajun boasted, “Being a thief, Remy’s gotta know when someone be watching. You may be skilled in your own right, but Remy knew you was stalkin’ him before he even stepped out of the sauna.”

“In other words, you were stalking me more than I was stalking you,” she surmised, “That implies that you want something from me more than I want something from you.”

“Well Remy was gonna ask nicely, but if you rather he take it instead of you giving it...”

“Seeing as how I failed to detect your trap, it would be more than appropriate for me to just give it to you. But I’d rather you show me you’re as skilled as your ego! Take it and show me you can do it!”

Remy’s devious demeanor became more predatory. He had planned on using his charm to woo this woman into a good time, but that clearly wasn’t what she was looking for. The lurid look in her eyes dared him to dominate her with his lust. She didn’t care for sweet-talk and casual trysts. She wanted it rough like a fight during a mission. Having known more than his share of women who had such aggressive tastes, Remy was more than equipped to give it to her.

With his hands still on her wrists, he forced her arms up over her head and pinned them up against the wall. Now in a more exposed position, Remy leaned in and hungrily captured her lips in a very firm kiss. He pinned her back against the wall harder, shoving his tongue into her mouth and tasting her burning need first hand. He made it clear through his kiss that he was going to dominate her and she willfully excepted this. Once he got this message across, he released his grip on her wrists. However, Domino kept her arms above her head to help maintain her submissive position. Taking full advantage of it, Remy eagerly grasped her right breast with one hand and fondled her pussy with the other. He wasn’t gentle either. He pinched the nipple on her D-cup breasts while roughly shoving two fingers into her moist slit, evoking sharp gasps from the skilled assassin.

“Are you hesitating? Or are you just going to make me wait?” Domino asked intently.

“Non, Remy’s just warming you up,” he told her, “Remy’s gonna make you beg for it before he takes it!”

“Bold words, Cajun.”

“And Remy always backs them up!”

The Cajun mutant stepped up his foreplay. While his hands were busy fondling her breast and pussy, he put his lips to better use. He started kissing down her neck and shoulders, tasting her exotic white flesh along the way. He worked his way down to her left breast where he suckled and licked around her nipple, causing it to become erect. He was just as aggressive with his lips as he was with his hands, biting down on the nipple a bit and evoking more gasps from the skilled assassin. As he tasted more of her flesh, Remy fondled her pussy with greater intensity. He shoved three fingers into her depths, roughly pumping them in and out to help thoroughly stimulate her inner walls. This caused Domino’s clit to swell rapidly. He gave it an occasional pinch, causing more moans that sent this daring woman into a growing state of arousal.

“Ooh! Fuck, I’m getting wet!” she exclaimed.

“Remy never gets tired of hearing that from a femme,” he grinned.

Remy continued his aggressive foreplay, working Domino up into a strong state of arousal. Fluids were dripping from her folds and covering his fingers. Her nipples were nice and erect while her skin took on the distinct taste of a woman in dire need of sex. Her moans along with the hot feel of her flesh helped get him aroused as well. He was still wearing a towel around his waist, but throbbing erection was still readily apparent underneath. Once he was sure Domino was sufficiently aroused, he prepared to catch up with her.

“You aching for a good fuck, non?” said Remy in a deep tone.

“Are you going to ask questions or are you going to give it to me?” she said in an equally domineering tone.

“Remy could, but Remy feels you still ain’t earned it.”

“Oh? And how do you propose I do that?”

“Are you gonna ask questions or are you gonna get to work?” he quipped.

The Cajun didn’t wait for Domino to answer. Using the hold he still had on her, he pushed her down so that she was on her knees with her back still against the wall. Once she was in position, he swiftly threw off his towel to reveal his bulging member. Domino made no comments or complaints as he shoved his manhood up against her face. She looked up at him with lurid eyes as she licked and kissed the upper parts of his length. Then in another show of dominance, he grabbed her by the head and roughly shoved his cock into her mouth. Not missing a beat, Domino instinctively began sucking.

“Yeah! Work it good, chere!” said Remy with a grin.

The Cajun proceeded to hump her face, lightly jerking his hips to guide his member along her soft lips. Domino went along with it, slurping and licking his dick accordingly with each motion. She didn’t seem to mind being in a submission position, but she made sure she exerted some authority with her skilled oral teasing. It evoked deep gasps from Remy, causing his knees to bend and his balance to become shaky at times. It went a long ways to get him fully erect to match Domino’s arousal. There was also definitely a thrill to dominating such a skilled killer.

Domino made sure Remy didn’t hog all the thrills. Despite being in a submissive position, she continued to pleasure herself. While Remy was humping her face, she used both hands to fondle her pussy. This helped keep it wet and prepare her for whatever Remy planned to do with her next. After only a few minutes of fervent oral sex, he was fully aroused. She could sense he was still relishing his dominant role and was ready to take full advantage of it.

“That be enough sucking, Dom. You be halfway done at this point,” he said as he abruptly pulled out.

“Already? You Cajuns are an impatient breed,” teased Domino.

“Now Remy’s gonna do your bottom mouth,” Remy told her, “You gonna take it and you gonna enjoy it!”

“Is that a warning or a promise?”

“That be up for you to decide!”

The Cajun pulled her back up to her feet and pinned her against the wall once more. This time he pressed his entire body up against hers, allowing his naked skin to rub up against her chalky white flesh. They each exchanged lustful glances that reflected their domineering roles. With their eyes communicating the full extent of their desires, Remy grabbed her left leg and held it up so that he had a clear path to her pussy. He didn’t tease her or prepare her in any way. Once he had the right angle, he eagerly thrust his dick up into her pussy. As he penetrated deep into her womanhood, Domino let out a deep grunt laced with lustful determination.

“Ooh! Come on, Cajun! Is that all you got?!” she taunted him.

“You want to be fucked hard? You got it!” said Remy.

Encouraged by her words and penetrating gaze, the Cajun began fucking her at a rapid and vigorous pace. There was no wit or charm to this kind of sex. Remy didn’t bother with his usual care or manners. This was just raw lust unleashed in an aggressive manner. This was the kind of rough sex that Domino wanted and Remy was willing to give her. He worked his hips hard and fast, driving his dick into her pussy with dominating force. It filled the hall with the kind of grunts and groans that blurred the lines between exertion and ecstasy.

Remy continued to relish his dominant position over this woman. In an exercise of this dominance, he grabbed her by the hand and held it to her side. She looked so prone, pinned against the wall while he fucked her. He made a concerted effort to really fuck this woman as hard as she wanted for as long as he could. She didn’t show it, but she was definitely impressed with his initial efforts. It still wasn’t sufficient though. She made that clear in her wanting gaze. They remained locked in a staring contest of sorts, not kissing or exchanging any affectionate gestures. She just kept daring him to fuck her harder and he kept responding with more hard thrusting.

“Uh-ungh-oh you like it like that, Domino? You-you like being fucked like this?!” grunted Remy in between thrusts.

“That-that depends!” she said through hard pants, “You call this hard fucking?!”

“You want more?! Remy can give you more!”

The Cajun gritted his teeth as he stepped up his efforts. He forcibly adjusted her body, lifting her other leg up so that she was now completely off the floor. He then pressed her up against the wall even harder to keep her elevated. Domino hooked her legs around his waist for added support, holding him in a tight face as it to further encourage his lustful wrath. Remy could now really put his legs into it, bending his knees slightly and using his lower body strength to power his upward thrusts. This both drove his dick deeper into her vaginal depths while grinding her body up and down the wall. To further ensure his dominance, he grabbed her wrists again and held them off to the side. Now being held up by the wall and the weight of his body, Domino was completely at his lustful mercy and she loved every second of it.

This was the kind of hard fucking that Domino craved. It mixed the physical demands of a mission with the blissful pleasures of sex. As someone who routinely faced danger and pressed her luck in the face of overwhelming odds, it offered a special kind of thrill. While it took some taunting and encouragement, Remy definitely rose to the occasion. He was thrusting into her with hard, forceful thrusts that really stretched her inner muscles and probed the deepest recesses of her pussy. Through their grunts and moans, she kept urging him along with her lurid gaze. It was a true contest between deviants and both were intent on proving themselves.

This lurid contest ensured that Remy and Domino pushed their bodies sufficiently to draw out the experience. Such hard thrusting brought Remy close to climaxing on numerous occasions. His sexual skills along with the effects of the wine ensured he was able to fuck this woman as long as she needed. Domino allowed herself to get close to her orgasm a few times, but she didn’t allow for a full release just yet. She was intent on having Remy build up the feeling and eventually push her over the edge.

“Ohhh fuck yeah! This is what I want!” moaned Domino, “Keep going, Remy! Don’t stop fucking me! Fuck me till I cum!”

“Mmm...you wanna cum, chere? Remy can make you cum!” said the Cajun with determined grit.

Sensing she was close, Remy pulled back so he could adjust their bodies once more. He let go of her wrists and transferred his hard grip to her hips. Maintaining his dominating demeanor, he turned her around so that her butt was up against his pelvis. He proceeded to push her up against the wall again and lightly spread her legs as if he were a police officer preparing to arrest her. The former thief didn’t take time to appreciate the irony. With the same aggressive force as before, he thrust his dick back into her pussy and started hammering away in a determined effort to give this deviant woman what she wanted.

“Ahhh merde! That’s it, Dom! Let Remy fuck you! Let Remy fuck you like you wanna be fucked!” exclaimed Remy.

Domino only responded with deeper moans and labored grunts, which proved more than sufficient to motivate the Cajun. Her body jerked and shuttered in accordance with each powerful thrust. She grasped onto the wall with her hands, her nails raking down the rough concrete. As her breasts mashed up against the hard surface, she parted her legs a bit wider so Remy could get in deeper. At this point he was penetrating so deep she could feel his penis touching her cervix. She stopped trying to test this man’s fortitude when it came to more aggressive sex. She allowed her climax to approach and trusted Remy to get the job done.

His determined efforts eventually paid off. He didn’t have to fuck Domino in this position for quite as long as he had the others. He could feel the inner walls of her vagina throbbing more intently. She was ready for her release. In one last extra push, he reached around and pinched her clit with his right hand. This proved to be the move that sent her over the edge. When her climax hit, Domino’s lower back arched and she threw her head back as she let out a war cry of ecstasy. It was an immensely satisfying moment, both for her and Remy. As the pleasure filled Domino, the Cajun finally slowed his thrusting and admired his work.

“So what say you, Dom? You get what you want?” teased Remy as he leaned over and whispered into her ear.

“Fuck yeah! You did okay for yourself, Remy. You barely managed to satisfy my more energetic tastes!” said Domino, her voice still laced with the effects of orgasmic bliss.

“Barely?” he scoffed, “You act like this be over. Remy strained himself to satisfy your twisted needs. Since Remy still has you up against the wall, you already in a position to return the favor.”

While Domino’s head was still spinning from her climax, Remy pulled out from her dripping pussy and guided his still erect cock slightly upwards to her anus. This time he wasn’t quite as abrupt since he didn’t have any lube on hand aside from the feminine juices that now coated his length. That would have to be sufficient because he began easing his way into her ass, working the tip of his member into her tight opening. Once he was partially inside, he delivered a smooth thrust that forced his dick up into her depths.

“Ahhhh fuck!” grunted Domino, her face contorting to the unexpected penetration.

“Dang, that’s tight!” grunted Remy, “You think you can take this chere?”

“Hnn...that a rhetorical question?”

“That’s what Remy thought.”

Sensing no ardent opposition, Remy began working his hips again with renewed vigor. Domino continued to tense a bit from the initial discomfort. Remy had gone into her without much lubrication so it was bound to be a little painful. However, Domino had done anal before and she had been stretched out enough in the past to accommodate him. As he re-established the rhythm, she relaxed her rectal muscles and kept clinging to the wall for support. Now Remy was focused less on giving her the hard fuck she wanted and more on getting his own climax.

“Oh-oh-ohhh yeah! This what Remy wants!” he grunted, matching the same intense tone she had earlier whens he was near her climax, “Ooh your ass is gonna make Remy cum soon, chere!”

“Go on, Cajun! Fill me up! Finish the job!” said Domino intently.

The skilled assassin held on while Remy eagerly pounded into her ass. His pelvis smacked hard against her butt each time he trust his dick up into her depths. He fucked her like this for a few more minutes, making a hard push for his climax. As he felt the sensations intensive around his member, he increased the pace and bent his knees more to help add the necessary force to send him to the brink. When he finally reached his peak, he pushed his dick in as deep as it would go and threw his head back just as Domino had done earlier. He then let out deep grunts of euphoria as he released a nice load of his cum deep into her ass. He wasn’t quite as loud as Domino had been during her orgasm, but he definitely finished the job as she had put it.

All this aggressive lust and hard fucking left Remy short of breath and momentarily spent. His legs were practically jello as he pulled out from Domino, allowing some fluid to spill out in the process. Now he was the one leaning against the wall, resting he head slightly as he gathered himself after such heated exertion. Domino was officially freed from his dominance and took a moment to catch her breath as well. While she wasn’t quite as spent, she lingered next to him. A coy grin never left her face as she reflected on this daring tryst that took such an unexpected yet enjoyable turn.

“You look like you need another sauna,” teased Domino.

“You still gonna belittle Remy’s stamina? After the shit we just did?” he said in a breathless and bewildered tone.

“I wasn’t belittling. I was just making a friendly observation,” she said playfully.

“Sure you were,” said Remy dryly.

“Since you clearly can’t take any jokes about your ego, I’ll be brutally honest for a moment,” said Domino in a more serious tone, “I’m a thrill seeker in addition to being a lucky shot. That’s why I tend to prefer sex of a more aggressive variety.”

“That what you call it? You already dress up in leather outfits. You ain’t need much more to be your own dominatrix.”

“I’m not into that kind of aggression. I just like matching the intensity of the battle field with the intensity of the bedroom. It’s not too hard to find guys who can row with the flow, so to speak. It’s just hard to find guys who can do enough rowing of their own so to speak.”

Domino had some pretty peculiar tastes both in terms of hobbies and sexual tastes. As a fellow former deviant, Remy could appreciate those tastes better than most. While be was still catching his breath, he managed to share another lurid yet friendly smile with his teammate. They both savored the thrills of a mission. With this ritual, they were able to capture those thrills in a unique way that made for some pretty amazing sex.

“So are you gonna walk it off or are you gonna join me for a dip in the pool?” said Domino as she helped pull him away from the wall.

“Guess Remy could stand to rehydrate after working up such a sweat,” he said, his legs now strong enough to carry him once more, “Unless that be another rhetorical question.”

“You’re an ass, Remy. But you’re a damn good fuck so I won’t have to shoot you.”

“Merci.”

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West Wing - Secondary Ceremonial Chamber

Laura Kinney never had a chance to develop a spiritual side growing up. That fell under the category of actually thinking for herself and her creators were dead set against anything of the sort. Even after she escaped, she rarely contemplated spiritual matters. Logan sometimes brought it up, but she hadn’t really given it much thought until this ritual. What started as a simple exercise of her basic instincts had quickly turned into something far more profound. She had already explored the more emotional aspects of sex. It was still new to her, but the more she experienced it the more right it felt. The feelings that once confused her were gaining a new perspective. The former living weapon was still intent on widening that perspective and she knew just who to turn to in order to do so.

Kurt Wagner had always been the spiritual heart of the X-men. He was very open about his faith and it seemed to empower him in a way that won him the admiration of many. Laura sought to explore that power so she used her keen sense of smell to track him down to one of the ceremonial chambers. It was one of the areas within the elaborate temple that hadn’t been modified much for the ritual. That didn’t stop Kurt from making some modifications of his own. When Laura entered the chamber, she found he had been hard at work setting the mood for his next spiritual romp so to speak.

“I had a feeling you vould come looking for me, Laura,” said Kurt, not even looking up from his work.

“I’m usually more subtle. If I were to locate you like a target, you wouldn’t notice my presence until you were dead,” she told him in a flat tone.

“I don’t doubt you’re more zhan capable of killing me. But zhat’s not vhat you’re after, is it?”

“No,” replied the former living weapon as she approached, “If you know why I sought you out, then you know what I’m looking for.”

“It’s not vhat you’re looking for zhat intrigues me. It’s vhat you seem to be finding zhat is so intriguing.”

Kurt stepped back from his work and turned to greet Laura. This allowed Laura to see what he had been setting up. During their tour of the temple, Amara told her this chamber was frequently used for ceremonies dedicated to the god, Apollo. She didn’t go into detail on the nature of these ceremonies, but Laura could surmise the kind of ceremony Kurt had in mind. He had adjusted the altar at the front of the room, which was about the size of small kitchen table. He covered it with some pillows he borrowed from the dormitories and a plus red blanket. It looked comfortable and large enough for two people to have sex on. However, for Kurt the purpose was far less lurid.

“Tell me, Laura. Has zhis trip given you a new appreciation for Greco-Roman mythology?” he asked her as she took in the setup.

“I haven’t given much thought to the mythology. It’s hard when you’re eating, drinking, and having so much sex,” she said bluntly.

“Point taken, but I hope you have listened to some of zhe details Amara offered vhen she described zhis ritual.”

“I admit I really didn’t listen that much at first. But recently I’ve been admiring some of the frescoes throughout the temple. I’m told they depict some of the elaborate stories surrounding these gods and goddesses. If they’re remotely accurate, they had interesting tastes to say the least.”

“Zhe gods of mythology often do,” Kurt conceded as he admired his setup, “Some zhink zhat I don’t give it much credence because I’m a devout Catholic.”

“If you didn’t, would you even be involved in this ritual?” Laura questioned.

“Probably not, but I like to zhink my spiritual reach is wider zhan standard religious dogma. Many fail to understand zhat mythology, whether one believes it or not, offers insight into the spirit of mankind. It reveals how ve see God. Amara’s people have built zheir spiritual culture around all sorts of colorful stories. Some of those stories have similarities to other cultures. Zhere are even a few parallels vith my own Catholic faith.”

“So it’s all connect,” she said distantly, “I’m...still struggling to understand that.”

“Vhich is vhy I’m glad you came to me,” he said as he turned to her with his friendly and sincere demeanor, “Logan told me earlier zhat he vanted you to explore your passions beyond basic physical desires. From what I’ve heard, you’ve been off to a good start. You’ve explored zhe emotional, personal aspects of intimacy. However, I suspect zhe spiritual still eludes you.”

“I’m not even sure if that’s what I’m seeking, but since I’ve already felt so many strange new feelings I’ll take your word for it.”

“I’d rather you not simply believe without reason. Zhat defeats zhe purpose of true spirituality. I’m hoping zhat zhis special mini-ritual I’ve set up vill help you see zhat zhere is more to who you are zhan mere flesh and bone.”

It sounded like another one of those deeper feelings that she had been denied as a former living weapon. Like everything else she experienced, a part of her ached for it. Kurt offered an encouraging smile and took her hand in his. The soft fur of his skin was soothing in its own unique way. Despite his appearance, he had a special allure that she followed up to the altar. Along the way she took in additional details. Kurt had set up a series of candle stands around the altar, which illuminated both the central area and a sizable bust of the god Apollo that stood near the wall amidst a decorative drape of flowers. It created a unique blend of smells, some of which Laura found very sensual. But that wasn’t the only feeling she experienced.

“Zhe god, Apollo, embodied a great many zhings for zhe Greeks and Romans. He vas a good associated with music, poetry, knowledge, light, and vell-being. For zhat reason, he vas quite popular. He vas zhe physical embodiment of forces zhat you cannot grasp in a purely physical manner.”

“Then how do you even begin to understand it?” asked Laura, still clearly confused.

“It’s easier zhan you zhink. It just requires zhat you zhink and feel outside yourself. It’s more challenging for some zhan others. Wolverine has often told me zhat having enhanced senses tends to raise zhe necessary threshold, so to speak. But no matter how strong your senses may be, zhe goal is still zhe same. You seek an experience beyond your physical body. Zhat in essence is true spirituality.”

“Sounds...intense,” she commented.

“It certainly can be. But to truly appreciate it, you must experience it for yourself.”

Kurt proceeded to retrieve a small bowl of incense from a table near the bust of Apollo. Laura watched as he mumbled some incoherent phrases that sounded like prayers. He closed his eyes and gestured towards the bust as if it were more than a statue. It seemed a little inane at first. Then he waved his hand over the bowl and the incense started glowing with mystical energy. Laura’s first instinct was to interpret it as a threat. She did her best to hold back these instincts, trusting that Kurt knew what he was doing.

“I spoke to Amara briefly about zhis little ritual. It’s not unlike zhe sacraments done by zhe Cathlic Church,” Kurt explained, “While Apollo embodied a great many zhings, he vas still a product of creation. He vas zhe son of Zues and Leto. In order to produce zhis embodiment of so much of vhat is good in zhe world, zhey must engage in zhe same sexual acts as us mortals. It becomes more zhan just a pleasurable, intimate experience.”

“You’re saying sex can be spiritual as well?” Laura surmised.

“Once again, I vould rather you not take my vord for it. I vould rather you share zhis sacred sacrament vith me.”

The German mutant closed his eyes and said another nearly inaudible prayer. Then he reached into the bowl of glowing incense, grabbed a large handful, and threw it up around the altar so it sprinkled over him, Laura, and the candles. As it descended over the former living weapon, it filled her senses with an overwhelming rush of feelings. Some were sensual. Some were emotional. Others were completely new to her. She quickly became dazed, her legs growing weaker as a mysterious heat filled her loins and her body.

Kurt felt it as well. The spell went exactly as Amara said it would. He could feel the mystical energy radiating around the altar. It made the air hot and thick, indicating a much greater power at work. As he set the bowl aside, he focused intently on Laura. The sensual feelings evoked by the energy quickly turned to lust. With his alluring presence and warm smile, he approached the former living weapon and took her in his arms. As her naked skin pressed up against his fur, he captured her lips in as soft kiss. Laura neither questioned nor opposed the feeling. Her instincts quickly led her into lustful state of mind. It was up to Kurt to lead her to an even greater state.

“This sacrament...is it supposed to make me feel this aroused?” asked Laura.

“If it vasn’t, zhen zhat vould be an unusual problem, vouldn’t it?” quipped Kurt in good humor, “Much like Catholics honor the conception of Jesus Christ, zhe conception of Apollo is seen by zhe Nova Romans as a very special moment. It vas zhe moment vhen zheir entire culture vas created in an act of spiritual lust between a god and a mortal.”

“So we’re just going to re-enact that lust?”

“Nein, to re-enact is too basic. Ve’re going to truly feel it! Allow it to take you to a state of being beyond yourself. I can lead you to zhat threshold. You must be zhe one to cross it.”

Laura still didn’t fully understand. However, she was willing to follow Kurt to wherever this spiritual romp would lead her. The mysterious mystical energy continued to consume her, causing a heat between her legs that led to a strong sexual arousal. It had a similar effect on Kurt, causing his penis to grow erect in a fairly quick manner. Along with their arousal, they shared another kiss which was also accompanied by some more heated touching. Laura eagerly explored the exotic feel of Kurt’s furry body while he used his soft hands to feel along her feminine frame. Whether by lust or the mysterious energy, the were drawn to the altar where Kurt carefully laid her down in preparation for the sacrament.

As Kurt and Laura settled on the altar, the flames from the candles shifted from orange to bright green. The mystical energy caused them to burn differently in accord with the special ambiance of this sacrament. As the altar was bathed in this exotic light, their touching turned to more elaborate foreplay. Laura eagerly raked her fingers through the fur on his back while Kurt allowed his body to press down against hers, using both hands to thoroughly rub her breasts. Her youth and inexperience was apparent. So too was the feral passion that was so distinctive. But as they made out under the soft light, Kurt felt something more in the way he touched her.

“I...I feel it. At least I think...” she gasped intently.

“It’s too early to feel it, frauline. You must be more patient,” said Kurt as he trailed his thick fingers down the side of her face, “For this sacrament, you shall be Leto. I shall be Zues. The point is not just to feel. It is to create something special.”

“But what are we creating?”

“Like I said...you must be patient. It’ll be worth zhe vait. I promise!”

True to his word, Kurt went right to work delivering for this growing young woman. Still hovering over her as she laid on the altar, he showed off his nimble form as he slithered down her athletic body. She seem to enjoy the feeling of his fur on her skin so he made sure to really smother her flesh with his hands, evoking soft gasps of desire. As he worked his way lower, he slipped in between her legs and lightly parted her thighs. He showed the kind of care and tenderness that one would expect of a man of such faith, lightly kissing over her breasts and abdomen. When he reached the moistened folds of her pussy, he treated it like a holy relic.

“Zhe pleasures of your body are a reflection of your spirit, Laura,” he told her as he lightly fondled her folds, “Don’t just savor zhe pleasures. Let zhem nourish your soul.”

With the tenderest of care, Kurt used his thick digits to lightly part the folds of her vagina and taste her womanly depths. He was soft with his lips and tongue, yet focused in how he directed oral teasing. He swirled the tip of his tongue around her clit, triggering a sharp grunt from the former living weapon. Not deterred in the slightest, he used the fur on his face to lightly graze over it while he probed her insides with his tongue. The tender glow of the candles and the exotic energy surrounding them seemed to make her more sensitive to his touch. It quickly sent her to a state of arousal the likes of which she had never experienced before.

The rush of sensations had a greater impact on Laura. It wasn’t like previous encounters where oral teasing was merely another way of attaining sexual pleasure. This filled her mind and body with an array of new feelings. It was like they were bombarding her from both inside and outside her body. As Kurt touched and tasted her with such care, her body arched and writhed to each feeling. Moans of bliss mixed with growls of lust. She had to hold onto the red velvet sheets to keep herself from moving too much. Laura soon lost all sense of time and focus. She wasn’t sure how long Kurt teased her, but it was long enough for him to stimulate her depths in a very thorough manner. By the time he finished, her desires went beyond mere lust.

“Ooohhhh! This feeling...I want more! I need more!” she cried out.

“Don’t confuse vant vith needs just yet, Laura,” Kurt told her as he rose up, “Part of zhe sacrament is accepting zhings zhat are beyond needs.”

“I won’t try to understand! Just help me feel it, Kurt! Please!”

Her cries were desperate. Kurt offered a friendly gesture to help calm her down. All these new feelings along with the primal libido she shared with Logan made it difficult to keep those deeper desires in check. Kurt didn’t care to make her wait too long. He was more than ready himself. Feeling this girl in his presence was invigorating to both his body and spirit. Now he was ready to share it with her.

As Laura managed to calm herself, Kurt positioned himself over her. He used his keen balance to remain slightly propped up on his arms so he wasn’t pressing any body weight on her this time. This allowed Laura move flexibility to adjust herself. She parted her legs wider, her thighs in a spread-eagle position while she continued to grip the red covers to keep herself from just unleashing her basic lust. Once her breathing steadied, Kurt gazed into her eyes with the soft glow of the greenish candlelight illuminating his yellow eyes. While captivated by his gaze, he guided his hardened dick towards her opening. He then guided his body up along hers, driving his member into the hot depths of her pussy.

“Mien Gott...you feel so heavenly, Laura!” gasped Kurt as he felt her intoxicating heat.

“Heavenly...I’m starting to understand that word,” she said breathlessly.

“It’ll become much clearer soon enough.”

The German mutant allowed the spirit of the sacrament to guide him. Armed with his agility, he began having sex with Laura in the way he envisioned Zeus would if he was seeking to create something precious. His tender touching from earlier gave way to a new outburst of sexual energy. He worked his body up and down laterally, sliding his cock along the tight folds of Laura’s depths. As he embraced this powerful feeling, the flames on the candles shifted again. They turned from green to blue, giving his blue fur a unique glow that made him look as heavenly as the ritual demanded.

For Laura, the shift in ambiance triggered a greater shift in feeling. These most basic of sensations were heightened, further befuddling her senses in ways she once never dared allow less she be caught off guard. As Kurt had sex with her, he varied the pace in a wide range of ways. For a few minutes he would really drive his dick in deep. Then he would slow down and really savor every inch. It was as if he was guided by an unseen force. Could this be the spirit he had been referring to? At first it was difficult to follow along. As Laura became more lost in this feeling, she found herself catching up. The latent spirit that Weapon X did so much to crush was finally coming out in a profound way.

Kurt and Laura’s sacrament evolved as these spiritual elements mixed with their burning lusts. Their romp became more energetic. Kurt allowed more of his body weight to press against Laura’s, offering more affectionate gestures that resonated with her the more she embraced this feeling. She finally let go of the red velvet cover, trusting herself not to allow too many basic elements taint this experience. As the bluish light surrounded them and the mystical energy in the air filled their beings, both their bodies and their spirits were filled with heavenly pleasures.

“Ah-ah-oh my God! Oh my God! Ohhh by the gods!” Laura proclaimed.

“Mmm...now you’re getting zhere, Laura!” grinned Kurt.

The flames from the candles changed again, shifting from blue to red. Now fully immersed in this sexual sacrament, Laura and Kurt followed their collective spirits into more elaborate sexual feats. They rocked the altar, causing the candles to burn brighter at times as the mystical energy fueled their erotic gestures. When Kurt slowed down the rhythm, he lowered himself onto her and kissed Laura as he kept working his way up and down her body. When he wanted to speed it up, he rose into an upright position and held her thighs apart so he could rock his hips back and forth to effectively drive his manhood into her pussy. During these more rapid romps, Laura allowed her hands to go wild. She felt all over her naked body, fondling her breasts and letting out deeper gasps. She fondled Kurt as well, sometimes with such vigor that she ruffled his fur. But he didn’t mind. It showed that she was truly embracing this.

At some point during this sacrament, Laura’s newfound spirit met up with her feral persona. All these new feelings merged with the building sensations. Kurt seemed to feel it as he fucking her. The mystical energy around them seemed to take notice as well because the flames from the candles shifted again from blue to red. It reflected the culmination of feelings that had built up in Laura and she used it to exert her role in the sacrament.

“Kurt...I-I feel it! I really feel it now!” she exclaimed.

“Vas it not vorth zhe vait, frauline?” said Kurt as he slowed his thrusting.

“Who said it was over?” she said with a wolfish grin that reminded him of Logan.

Bathed in this new reddish light, Laura rose up from the altar and smothered Kurt with her naked embrace. It caught the German mutant a bit off guard, but he went with it. He let her guide him into a new position with her on top and him lying on his back. With her knees bent and resting at his sides, she remained in an upright position as she plunged down onto his hardened dick. Rather than just ride him like her natural instincts would have her do, she swayed and slithered over the Kurt’s nude form. It was like she was dancing, captivated in some spiritual and sexual daze. She looked almost angelic, bringing a smile to Kurt’s face and encouraging him to reach up and hold her as she moved to this feeling.

“Mmm...God has blessed you, Laura,” he said through labored grunts, “Share it! Cherish it! Celebrate it!”

Laura took his advice to heart and continued her erotic dance, working her hips in a range of motions to thoroughly work his dick within her pussy. She used his same strategy of varying the pace, allowing this powerful feeling and the mystical energy surrounding the room to consume her. It was less about pushing for her climax and more about embracing the experience. Through her erotic dance, Kurt affectionately trailed his fuzzy hands up over her body. It added an extra feeling of intimacy to this very special experience.

Needing little further guidance, Laura carried herself and Kurt through the rest of this profound experience. The reddish flames of the candles continued to pulsate in accord with their erotic motions. As the sensations escalated, so too did the brightness of the candles. While Laura was intent on exploring these new feelings for long as possible, eventually the basics of human biology caught up with her and Kurt.

She eventually felt her orgasm approaching. As it drew near, her erotic dancing intensified. It was like she was using the pulsations of the candles as a beat for her rhythm. The mystical energy from the ritual seemed to entwine their bodies to a level where their respective climaxes were dependant on one another. Laura couldn’t climax unless Kurt climaxed too. It was part of the spiritual element that made for a more intimate connection. Laura had to rock her hips a little harder, really tensing the inner muscles of her vagina to give Kurt the push he needed to meet her at this euphoric peak.

“Oh-oh-ohhhh Kurt! I-I’m ready to cum! I feel it! So strong!” she exclaimed through growls of desire.

“Me-me too!” said Kurt through hard pants, “Mien Gott! It’s so...”

He didn’t get a chance to finish. Laura slowed her erotic dance and steadied her hips. After a few more hard gyrations, the feeling overtook them. It was almost simultaneous. Laura grabbed her breasts and arched her back as she let out a howl of ecstasy that could have doubled as a prayer to the gods. Her inner muscles throbbed and tensed, but the release of pleasure was almost secondary to the deeper elements of this experience. They were new to her, but not to Kurt. He shared in the euphoria, taking her hands in his as he climaxed inside her. The warm influx of fluids inside her pussy added to the intimate feeling. As they each savored this feeling, the candles flashed bright white. The mystical energy summoned by the sacrament seemed to resonate with their peak, bringing the physical and spiritual elements into harmony.

“My God...oh my God,” Laura found herself saying while in her orgasmic daze.

“I zhink he got zhe message, Laura,” said Kurt with a friendly grin.

The former living weapon let out a series of light grunts as she rose up off Kurt, allowing some excess fluids to spill from her pussy. She was dazed she almost fell off the altar, but Kurt caught her and pulled her into his embrace. This was still a very new experience for Laura. It would take a moment or two to sink in.

As the wide array of feelings from this experience settled, the mystical energy summoned by the sacrament settled as well. The light from the candles returned to a normal flicker. The air around them grew calmer and cooler. Laura found herself clinging to Kurt’s fuzzy body, not just for warmth but for an anchor of sorts. When the full extent of this experience sank in, it raised in her a number of profound questions. She began this ritual with a very rudimentary understanding of intimacy. Now it was deeper than anything she could have imagined.

“Are you going to be okay, Laura? You’re ruffling my fur a bit,” said Kurt as he draped his arm around her.

“Sorry,” she said in a flat tone.

“Don’t be. I can always vash it later. I just hope zhis vasn’t too much for you.”

“It was...overwhelming. I trained to confront a lot of things with Weapon X. My mother tried to train me for everything else they denied me. I may be able to kill a man 100 different ways, but when it comes to feelings like this I’m practically an infant.”

“You vere deprived. More so zhan anyone should ever bear,” said Kurt in a comforting tone, “You escaped zhat world and now you hve a chance to experience everything you vere denied.”

“And I’ve enjoyed many of those experiences...a lot,” Laura conceded, “I’m just not sure if I’m ready for everything I’m feeling. I’m not even sure I deserve it.”

Her tone grew more solemn as she let Kurt go and rose up from the altar. Still a bit dazed from this overwhelming experience, she let out a deep sigh and hugged her shoulders. Kurt fought off his own fatigue and rose up to console her. Even with all these new experiences, she still bore some heavy burdens.

“You sound overly guilty, Laura. And coming from a Catholic, zhat’s saying something,” he said with a touch of humor.

“I am guilty, Kurt. I’ve done a lot of horrible things. I killed my own mother for crying out loud!” she said bitterly.

“Zhat vasn’t your fault.”

“It was still by my hands. I’m a killer to my core. Just like Logan. Except he’s had enough life-experiences to know what it’s like to not live as a killer. Even with his memory gaps, he has those moments to cling to. I don’t have anything like that.”

“You’re still young. You’ve plenty of time to make zhose moments for yourself,” said Kurt as he stood up to confront her.

“That’s just it. I want to make those moments. Before my mother died, she said herself that she wanted me to have a life beyond that of a killer. The X-men have helped me begin that life. But after experiencing all these new feelings during this ritual, I’m not sure I should.”

Laura had a lot of insecurities, even for a teenage girl. Her struggles were not unlike Logan’s, but she came from a very different set of circumstances. She was a clone who had no gaps in her memory. She was robbed of her humanity and her soul from the moment she was born. Kurt had prayed for her a lot since her arrival. He sensed she was on her way to building her own spirit from the scars left by Weapon X. She was now at a crossroads as she realized how far she had come.

“Ve all have regrets, Laura. Few who survive vith wounded spirits feel zhey are deserving of a second chance. I know because Wolverine has often said zhe same zhings...usually after a few bottles of whiskey.”

“I’m his clone, Kurt. I don’t need to be drunk to know I’ve gotten a lot more than I deserved. What we just did only makes it more painfully apparent,” she said.

“Vhat you have is only as valuable as vhat you make of it,” said Kurt with a friendly gesture, “God doesn’t condemn us for our sins. He forgives zhem so long as ve’re willing to have faith in ourselves.”

“Is that something else we can mix with sex?” asked Laura.

“Unfortunately not,” he said with a slight chuckle, “Faith is something you have to vork on from within. You’ve in a place vhere so many others like Logan, Jean, Cyclops, and Julian Keller believe in you...although vith Julian I zhink his reasons are more diverse.”

“That’s another experience I’ve yet to understand,” she said under her breath.

“And you’ll only make it so far if you don’t start believing in yourself as vell, Laura. You have a good soul. Zhis sacrament proved it. Now you say you’ve been seeking to understand all zhese new feelings and you’ve relied on others to guide you. Vell now I zhink it’s time you guide yourself through zhe rest of zhis ritual and beyond.”

He offered her his warm, fuzzy embrace once more. Laura accepted it. Still distant in her thoughts, she found herself gazing at the statue of Apollo behind the altar. She thought back to what she experienced with Kurt, Prodigy, and Elixir. She learned so much through these most basic of acts. It almost forced her to look at every other basic aspect of her life from a different perspective. It gave credence to Kurt’s unyielding faith. She had been shown the emotional, passionate, and spiritual aspects of life. Now she had to decide what to do with it.

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Dormitories - Royal Quarters

“I really think you’re abusing your position of authority here, Amara,” said Alex with a humored grin.

“Are you going to hold that against me?” said the Nova Roman princess.

“It’s hard to hold anything against a naked woman covered in fancy perfume, but I’m sure as hell trying,” said Alex, shaking his head and wondering why he let her talk him into this.

Amara snickered at the awkward disposition of Alex Summers. He didn’t need much convincing to participate in a royal coital ceremony as she called it. It wasn’t until she led him to the royal quarters of the temple that she revealed there would be a few caveats. As the ritual unfolded, various reservations about participating in lurid sexual taboos faded. This included sex between older X-men and their younger New Mutant counterparts, which Amara was. Alex thought that’s all this little ceremony entailed. Amara had since revealed it was a bit more elaborate.

The setup in the royal chamber was as opulent as anything the X-men had seen in their brief time on Nova Roma. It was larger than the other dormitories and surrounded by more windows, which consisted primarily of stained glass patterns that depicted various Greco-Roman imagery. In the center of the chamber was a large king-sized bed with a few polished statues behind it and a fountain at the north end of the chamber. That had all been present when Amara showed them this room during the tour. She had since made a number of modifications.

These modifications consisted of elaborate decorations on the bed, which included a series of special sheets that depicted a mix of Greek and Egyptian symbolism. It also included some special curtains around the frame of the bed with similar depictions. Amara herself was also decorated differently. She wore an elaborate headdress that looked like something an Egyptian pharaoh would wear. It gave her a greater aura of royal authority as she stood up on the bed, the light from the windows illuminating her nude body. It would have been easy for Alex to participate with just this setup. It was the special collar she wanted him to wear that made him think twice. The collar had a very specific function. It was to designate him as a sexual servant whose only obligation was to serve the queen, the role Amara had claimed for herself. And the idea of being a submissive sex slave to a teenage girl was enough to make him hesitate.

“I apologize if I was deceptive. That was not my intent,” she said to him.

“That goofy grin on your face implies otherwise,” Alex pointed out.

“I hope that isn’t reason enough to dissuade you from participating. I was really looking forward to sharing this regal fantasy with one of the Summers brothers.”

“You fantasize about me and my brother?”

“You and Scott are authority figures in the X-men who exercise that authority on a regular basis. Is it so wrong to want to exercise my own authority?”

“Is that the only reason?” asked Alex skeptically.

“It also helps that you both have the bodies of Olympian athletes. I think you’ll be hard pressed to find any woman on the team who hasn’t had a passing fantasy,” said the Nova Roman princess coyly.

“Now you’re just trying to sweet talk me into this, aren’t you?”

“Only if it works,” Amara quipped, “You haven’t left yet and your penis certainly seems intrigued. I’m guessing that means you’re open to this act of regal coitus.”

Alex shook his head and momentarily cursed his penis for not being subtle enough. One of the drawbacks of the whole no-clothes portion of the ritual was that it was hard to hide certain reactions. While he was a bit put off by Amara’s little deceit, he couldn’t help but be intrigued by the possibilities of this regal ceremony as she called it.

Participating would mean entertaining some rather kinky sexual tastes. In all the time he had been with Lorna, Alex hadn’t really experimented with dominant/submissive roles. It never really crossed their minds to even try. However, this ritual had opened the door to greater sexual experimentation. Looking at the collar she had placed on the foot of the bed, he didn’t know what to expect if he agreed to give this girl full sexual authority. Alex briefly contemplated trying to convince her to try a less authoritative sexual ceremony. Unfortunately, his penis wouldn’t allow him to wait that long.

“You’re taking way too much advantage of male biology here, princess,” said Alex with an exasperated sigh.

“Does that mean you’ll put the collar on and give this princess the royal pleasures she craves?” said Amara, doing a seductive pose to further tempt him.

“You know I hate to disappoint a princess. That and I doubt you would ever get my brother to go along with this so I guess I’m the odd man out.”

Amara smiled eagerly as Alex set aside his reservations and approached the bed. He willingly put on the collar, which had the Ancient Egyptian symbol for submission etched upon it. The Nova Roman princess finally had a chance to flex her regal status. In the X-men she was just another New Mutant. Here, she had the authority to entertain her elaborate fantasies.

“Try not to worry too much, Alex. I promise I won’t be too demanding,” she told him.

“Sure you won’t,” he said dryly, “Because Greek and Roman royalty were always so generous to their sexual servants.”

“For your information, this little game is more Egyptian than it is Greek or Roman,” Amara explained, “The ceremonial headdress I’m wearing is representative of Queen Cleopatra, the once great queen of the Nile.”

“Sorry if I’m not enough of a history buff, but I thought Nova Roma was all about Greco-Roman traditions.”

“We are. And for that very reason, Egyptian history is entwined with ours. Cleopatra herself wasn’t Egyptian. She was Greek. In addition to her role as the last Pharaoh, she has quite a colorful history. Even by ancient standards, she had a wide range of sexual tastes. She was renowned for her great beauty and her ability to seduce men of all ranks and stature.”

“Sounds like you admire her a great deal,” said Alex as he adjusted the collar.

“Only the parts that don’t involve extortion and murder,” she pointed out.

“Hopefully that’s not part of this little setup of yours,” he teased.

“Not at all, thankfully,” Amara assured, “What we’re about to reenact involves one of Cleopatra’s less glamorous proclivities. You see, when she sought to seduce men of power like Mark Antony or Julius Caesar, she would present herself in a submissive package. Sometimes she would even roll herself up in a rug and unroll herself in an elaborate display of submission that few men of power could resist.”

“Any chance we could try that at some point?”

“I suppose that depends on how well you handle this,” she said coyly, “Another one of her proclivities involved what she often did with her male servants. She was said to be very demanding with them and if they didn’t abide by her lustful commands, she would have them killed. Now before you have second thoughts, rest assure I won’t be quite that harsh.”

“I sure as hell hope so,” muttered Alex, the collar now snug and secure.

“However, expect me to be every bit as demanding. The Queen of the Nile was notoriously hard to satisfy. Treat your role as if your life depended on making me climax. Are you up to that challenge, Alex?”

She sounded like a real queen as she described this submissive scenario. Still standing in the center of the bed, she folded her arms over her breasts and looked down at him as if he were a real sexual servant. In a ways such regal authority was alluring. Yet it was still plenty daunting, the notion that Amara expected him to fully pleasure her or face punishment. He still had some reservations, but they weren’t great enough to make him remove the collar. Looking up at her from the foot of the bed, he took on the mindset of a loyal servant poised to satisfy his queen.

“The collar is still on,” Alex told her, “That means I’m officially your servant, princess. And I intend to give you everything your regal heart desires.”

“Spoken like a loyal subject. This pleases me,” said Amara, her tone now more authoritative.

“So if I’m going to please you even more, what do you need me to do?”

“Well you can start by suckling my carefully polished toes. Be sure to suckle, not slobber. You’re a servant. Not a dog.”

Alex nodded submissively, taking a deep breath and embracing this role. Like any other mission, he intended to maintain that role until the job was done. If that meant degrading himself before this teenage princess, so be it.

Crawling up on the king-sized bed, he crawled towards her like a dog. She still had her arms folded across her breasts. When he arrived, she casually raised her left foot and presented it to him. Alex carefully took it in his hands, providing support so that she could keep her balance. He then began to suckle each one of her toes as she requested, starting with the big toe first and working her way down to the pinkie toe. He made sure not to slobber like Amara had instructed. She had somewhat small feet so Alex had to be careful. His care was rewarded with a satisfied glance from the princess.

“Not bad,” was the most praise she would give him, “Now do the other foot.”

Alex wordlessly complied, releasing her left foot from his grip and taking on her right foot with the same care. This time he was more thorough, having settled into his role. As he suckled her toes, he heard some light purrs from the Nova Roman princess. Amara seemed enjoy having her feet teased. It wasn’t on the level of a full blown fetish, but it definitely resonated with her. he could tell by the way her toes curled that she found this very arousing.

“You’re off to a good start, my sexual servant. Your mouth is proving quite adept,” said Amara after he gave her big toe another suckle.

“I’m glad you appreciate the parts of my body that don’t dangle between my legs,” quipped Alex.

“I suppose I’ll have to make an exception for your tongue,” she said, rolling her eyes, “Seeing as how you did such a fine job on my toes, I want you to know use that mouth to suckle the rest of my body.”

“Any parts in particular you want me to taste?” he asked in a manly tone.

“I trust you’ll be thorough, but don’t get too ahead of yourself. You’ve yet to earn the right to taste the special areas of this royal body.”

“Duly noted, your highness.”

Alex still sounded somewhat sarcastic, but he continued to play his role as Amara requested. With her still standing in the center of the bed, he released her foot and started trailing his lip up her legs. He was slow and patient, tasting her smooth skin and feeling along her womanly curves. Whatever perfume she had on had a very sweet taste to it, almost like honey. He trusted that whatever she had on was safe to ingest so he willingly used hit tongue to trail up thighs and over her abdomen, avoiding her pussy for the moment. As Alex rose up further, he spent extra time on her breasts. He was especially thorough in tasting around the aureoles around her nipples, suckling and licking around them until they were fully erect. The Nova Roman princess reacted with more moans of approval, but only to a point.

While Alex was embracing his role, Amara was settling into hers as well. The notion that she had this kind of authority over Alex Summers was almost as arousing as the feeling of his lips on her naked skin. As Alex rose completely to his feet and trailed his strong hands up the front part of her body, shivers of delight coursed through her body. A powerful heat was forming between her legs, making it increasingly difficult to stand. Like a good servant, Alex wrapped his arms around her and held her within his manly embrace. Yet she managed to hide this weakness and maintain her regal stature.

“Lay me down on the bed,” she told him, “Keep tasting me until you fully appreciate the flavor of royalty.”

“And when will I know that?” asked Alex.

“I’ll inform you when I deem it appropriate.”

There was less sarcasm in his tone, showing that he was taking the task before him seriously. Using the powerful arms that were every bit as well-sculpted as his brother’s, he picked her up and cradled her in his embrace. Then he carefully laid her down on the bed, treating her body as if it were as regal as she proclaimed it to be. Now on her back with her legs slightly arched, Alex resumed his licking and suckling. He worked up and down the front half of her body, going from her shoulders down to her feet and back up again. Alex did this several times until he explored much of her flesh.

“Mmm...I didn’t know royalty tasted so good,” he commented.

“I didn’t know servants could be this helpful,” Amara quipped playfully.

Encouraged by the feel of her smooth skin, Alex turned her over and gave a similar treatment to her back. He started from her feet again and worked his way up, paying special attention to her heart-shaped butt. He began using his hands more as well, feeling along the voluptuous contours of her feminine frame. The more he tasted her, the more intoxicated he became by her regal aura. Whether it was the scent or the taste, Alex was getting more aroused with each oral gesture. He sensed Amara getting aroused as well. She was rubbing her thighs together, trying to conceal a growing wetness between her leg. Before long, she grew tired of concealing it.

“Don’t get too gluttonous on me, servant. I think you’ve had enough appetizers,” said Amara as she turned around, forcing Alex to abandon his oral teasing around her butt.

“If you say so, princess,” he shrugged, “Is there anything else you want me to do with my mouth?”

“You’re definitely getting the hang of your role. You’re learning to ask the right questions,” she said proudly, “For that, I think you’ve earned the privlidge of placing that skilled mouth of yours upon my pussy.”

“It is a privilege I will happily cherish, my lady.”

“Could you say that with just a little less melodrama, Alex?”

“Sorry, but I never took drama classes in school. Don’t worry. I make up for it in other ways.”

Alex may not have been the best actor when it came to role playing, but Amara was willing to overlook that for the promise of good oral sex. She eagerly rolled onto her side and lifted her leg, showing some impressive flexibility to give her servant a clear path to her womanhood. Alex grabbed her leg and gave her foot a few more playful licks as she had come to enjoy. He then swiftly trailed his lips down her legs until he reached her wet folds. They were already engorged with her clit looking partially swollen. Showing the same care he had with the rest of her body, he proceeded to lick up her moist slit and carefully probe her inner depths with his tongue.

“Ooh! You do make up for it, my servant!” said Amara with with a light gasp, “Give me more! Make my pussy beg for your cock!”

Encouraged by her demanding lust, Alex continued to demonstrate his oral skills. He lightly flicked his tongue in and out of her slit, tasting along her inner walls and seeking her most sensitive areas. He also used his thumb to stimulate her clit, helping to build her arousal to the levels she desired. As he tasted her heat, Alex grew more aroused as well. He would have liked to use a free hand to stroke himself so that he was harder, but his role dictated that he focus on Amara. He just had to make sure he was hard enough when she made her next demand.

The Nova Roman princess felt Alex meet and exceed her demands thus far. Still on her side, she bent her leg back further so that his tongue could probe deeper into her vagina. She let out more blissful moans that weren’t too becoming of a princess. She practically buried her face in the pillow to muffle her cries while arching her back as the hot sensations coursed through her. Amara did her best to maintain her dominant role as the princess, but Alex wasn’t making it easy for her. Perhaps that was the point. Even if it was, she allowed herself to enjoy it until the younger Summers brother had given her womanhood a complete oral treatment. By the time he had mapped out the extent of her folds, the flesh around her pussy was reddened with heat and her clit was fully engorged. It left her regal desires wanted more.

“Enough servant!” she exclaimed, having to force Alex’s head  away from her snatch.

“Whoa...a little rough, don’t you think?” he said as he wiped some of her vaginal fluids from his face.

“I’ll be as rough as I need to be,” she said as she repositioned herself on the bed, “I hope you found time to make your dick hard because I need it in my pussy this instant!”

“I had more than enough time, your majesty. I’ve given you everything you wanted thus far and I don’t intend to stop now!”

He sounded overly confident. Alex shared his brother’s poise in satisfying women just as he did with missions. He adjusted his body in accord with Amara’s, rising to his knees so that he was in an upright position while Amara was on her back with her legs slightly elevated. The younger Summers brother loomed over her in a way that was not too domineering for a servant role. With her legs now in a V-shape, he held onto her thighs and guided his dick towards her opening. He wasn’t as hard as he would have liked for this moment, but he was hard enough to enter her with a nice hard thrust.

“Mmm...how’s that, Princess?” asked Alex playfully.

“It...it’s nice. But it’s not enough!” she exclaimed, “Fuck this royal pussy, servant! Fuck it hard!”

“As you wish,” he said obediently.

Alex went to work, holding onto Amara’s thighs as he started rocking his hips. With each motion, his dick slid in and out of her tight folds. She said she wanted it hard so he made sure to put some extra force into his thrusts, really driving his member up into her pussy. This caused her body to rock jerk back and forth, her breasts bouncing accordingly. The Nova Roman princess seemed to really enjoy it and moaned accordingly. She held onto her legs so that they remained nice and wide while he thrust into her. This allowed Alex to establish a vigorous sexual rhythm, sharing the pleasures with the princess in this demanding yet invigorating role.

Both Amara and Alex had fully embraced their roles now. He was the servant, she was the princess, and he was serving her in accord to her every whim. Amara also kept looking up at him with her demanding gaze even as her face contorted to the pleasure. It was her way of reminding him of these roles. Alex’s poor acting skills continued to show, but that didn’t stop him from delivering. He kept fucking her at a fervent pace, making an extra effort with each thrust to heighten her experience. Amara wanted him to make her cum and he was well on his way. That didn’t mean she would make it easy for him.

This bout of heated humping lasted for about ten minutes. After Alex’s skilled oral display from earlier, Amara had been pretty close to climaxing from the beginning. She had to hold back at times, both to build up the sensations and push Alex’s stamina. Eventually, she came close enough to her peak that it was no longer possible to hold back. Sensing Alex wasn’t far behind, she unexpectedly stepped up her demands.

“Ohhh I’m getting close, servant! I’m ready to cum!” she cried out.

“Then-then go ahead, princess!” said Alex, panting heavily as he kept up the heated pace.

“N-no...not until you cum with me!”

In another show of her uncanny flexibility, Amara surprised Alex by closing her legs so that her knees were together with her thighs at a perpendicular angle. Since his dick was still deep inside her, this made for a much tighter fit around his member. Amara kept her legs elevated and lightly arched over his shoulder while roughly tensing her inner muscles as hard as she could. This forced Alex to slow his thrusting while also making it so hot around his dick that it practically shoved him over the edge.

“Ahhh fuck! Amara I...you’re gonna make me cum!” he exclaimed.

“That’s the point! So don’t you dare slow down!” she commanded, “Keep fucking me until I cum no matter what!”

Alex did his best to comply, increasing the rate of his thrusting to the same levels as before. In doing so, he found himself unable to hold back his climax. He did his best, but even with the extra control offered from the wine it was too much. He closed his eyes and his face tensed as he ejaculated hard into Amara’s pussy. His normal instinct was to slow down while the burning pleasure shot through his body, but Amara hadn’t climaxed yet. She clenched her pussy so hard that she wouldn’t let him pull out even after he was finished. While the sensations from his climax were intense, he was unable to fully enjoy them because he had to sustain the rhythm.

“Uh-uh-ungh-Amara I-I can’t keep going like this!” he grunted.

“Yes! Yes you can! You must!” the Nova Roman princess ordered, “I’m so close! Keep going, servant! Make me cum!”

Alex gritted his teeth and kept moving his hips. His dick was still hard, but a pretty sensitive after his climax. The extra tightness around Amara’s pussy didn’t help. Despite the discomfort, he powered through. It seemed like it took longer than it should have, but he managed to give the Nova Roman princess the orgasm she craved. When it hit, she bent her knees back and curled her toes as her pussy contracted to the release of blissful sensations. As she clung to the bed sheets and arched her back, it finally allowed Alex to slow down. It was a welcome feeling, almost as welcome as seeing the princess climax.

“Ohhhhhh such a good servant!” she moaned in a heated bliss.

“Um...can I pull out now?” said Alex sheepishly.

“Yes, you’ve more than earned that privilege.”

“Can we drop the roles as well? I think we’ve both done our part.”

“If you wish,” Amara sighed, “I believe we’ve paid enough homage to Queen Cleopatra.”

Alex shot her a bemused glare as he pulled out of her still throbbing pussy, his dick now reddened from her regal demands. He leaned back on the bed, resting on his arms as he caught his breath. While Amara looked all too content, he was pretty spent. He wasn’t used to a woman being this demanding during sex. It was fun in some respects, but he didn’t see this as something to add to his sexual repertoire with Lorna.

For a while, they each laid on the bed in silence. Amara bathed in the afterglow, stretching her limbs and enjoying the light throbbing feeling that lingered between her legs. When she finally rose up to confront Alex, she removed the headdress and offered the younger Summers brother a less authoritative gesture. She had a fantasy about dominating either Scott or Alex and she got her wish. For that, she made sure Alex knew she was grateful.

“Thank you, Alex. Our coitus was truly regal,” she said as she lay on her side next to him.

“Your welcome, I guess. Although regal may not be the right word,” said Alex with a chuckle.

“I apologize if I got carried away. It’s rare for even a princess to act out some of her most lurid fantasies.”

“Compared to how far you could’ve taken it, I’d say you’re pretty tame,” he sighed, “You just have to remember that even with that wine you gave us, fantasy does not overwrite biology.”

“I’ll try to be mindful of that. Especially if I’m able to convince your brother to join me in another fantasy.”

“Actually, I’d rather you not. The guy has to satisfy a woman that was possessed by the Phoenix Force. I think he can stand to be shown some royal authority.”

“Spoken like a brother who is not at all competitive with his elder sibling.”

Alex shook his head and laughed as he allowed himself to fall back on the bed. He had since recovered. His penis had softened a bit and was no longer too sensitive. Thanks to the wine, he should be ready for another round in short order. Amara curled up closer, crawling up on top of him and allowing her naked body to press down against his. She looked as regal as she claimed to be in the blaring light of the stained glass windows. The way she was rubbing her thigh up against his pelvis seemed to indicate she was looking to be even more gracious with him.

“Um...I thought we were done role playing with Cleopatra,” said Alex sheepishly.

“We are,” she told him, “But since you were so good to me, I’m going to return the favor with a more relaxing brand of coitus. You don’t need to do any of the work this time. I’ll take care of it.”

“Is this another fantasy of yours?” he teased.

“Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t. Unless that bothers you, just lay back and enjoy it.”

Alex smiled and let the Nova Roman princess enjoy her little fantasy world. She was as gentle and tender with him as he had been with her. She affectionately kissed down his manly upper body, feeling along the sinews of his well-built muscles, and paying extra attention to his somewhat overworked manhood. Amara proceeded to give him an extensive round of oral sex, stroking and sucking his dick until he was sufficiently hard again. He didn’t get as hard as he was before, but it was enough for her to straddle his hips and lower herself back onto his member. From this position, she proceeded to ride him into a relaxing daze of ecstasy. It didn’t need to be as heated or vigorous as before. It just had to be a simple, enjoyable fuck that helped convey her appreciation and allow him a more comfortable climax.

It was a generous way of ensuring an equitable approach to sex during this ritual. Alex gave Amara what she wanted. She returned his efforts in kind. It was an odd kind of sexual harmony and one that gave greater meaning to the ritual. Amara still saw it as a tribute to the gods for the gifts of sexuality. Based on what she and the X-men had accomplished so far, it was safe to say the gods were pleased thus far.

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