Festival of X
Chapter 15: Repaying a Debt Part 2
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New Olympus Temple – Royal Dormitory ‘So this is how far I’m willing to go to make amends. I’ll gladly play the part of a sexual submissive, subject myself to infantile sexual fantasies, and allow friends and total strangers to gangbang me while I’m drunk. I don’t know if that’s noble, pathetic, or some other concept that defies all known words. I don’t even know how I’m supposed to feel about it now that it’s over. But now that the intoxication has worn off, I have to actually think about it while planning on how I’ll make the most of this ritual. If I can’t make sense of it, I’ll settle for indulging my own perverse sexual appetites.’ Emma Frost emerged from her submissive role in the ritual with a mix of relief and uncertainty. Having done her part and humbled herself before the X-men in ways she never imagined, she was more than ready to return to her more dominating persona. As soon as the ceremony ended, Amara helped clean her off. She even gave her a special antidote to the wine so that the intoxication wore off in just under an hour. She would need to be coordinated to wipe off the smell of sweat, semen, and various sexual fluids that covered her body.
As soon as Emma was coordinated enough to walk, she made her way to the nearest shower. Amara was nice enough to let her use the shower facilities in the royal dormitory. While there were plenty of other showers and dormitories, this one was a bit nicer because it was reserved for the high priest or priestess. It was also more private and spacious, giving Emma the luxury she was used to. It also allowed her a suitable environment to take a nice, thorough shower to clean herself off while also reapplying her makeup that had been so heavily smeared over the course of her role.
‘Ugh...semen is a bitch to clean from hair. Amara may be royalty, but her tastes in conditioner are pathetic. It shouldn’t take this long to look presentable after a gangbang. My pussy and ass only stopped throbbing twenty minutes ago. Maybe she can give me another dose of that wine. I’ll be damned if I’m not going to overcompensate by dominating as many men as possible!’ Emma’s mood remained unsettled as she emerged from the large shower stall. She had been very thorough, scrubbing every inch of her finely sculpted body to erase all traces of the gangbang. Getting the semen out of her hair was tricky. Cleaning the areas around her pussy and ass were even trickier. Once she was clean enough, she dried off with a towel and made her way to the sink where Amara was nice enough to leave an array of cosmetics and hair care products. Emma made good use of them, reapplying her lipstick and drying her hair. She was usually pretty excessive when it came to beauty products, but after participating in a gangbang being excessive was the only appropriate approach.
Standing naked in front of the mirror, the former White Queen scrutinized her body once more. She was no longer a submissive anymore so she was going to make sure she looked the part. As she applied her lipstick and eye-liner, she allowed her thoughts to wander a bit. While her mood was still tense, the gravity of what she recently experienced continued to affect her.
‘I must be losing edge. I actually cared enough about the X-men and all the ways I’ve hurt them to go through with this. I don’t know if that’s a bad sign, a good sign, or just an indication of how messed up my life has been. Yet I can’t for the life of me understand why it felt...liberating. The Hellfire Club was supposed to condition me to no longer feel guilt. I guess they failed.’ Once she finished applying her makeup, Emma did a few more touch-ups with her hair. By now she didn’t look like she had just been gangbanged. She looked like the same White Queen that evoked as much mistrust as she did lurid thoughts. Even after her hair was fixed, she found herself standing in front of the mirror and staring distantly into her conflicted gaze. Her thoughts continued to wander as her mood caught up with her deeds.
‘I suppose I shouldn’t avoid it. I know why the Hellfire Club failed. The X-men gave me a chance and my students gave me incentive. I could’ve screwed it up any number of ways, but I didn’t. I don’t know if letting them have their way with me will increase or diminish their respect for me, but I suppose I partially owe them for this guild-ridden submission. By that same logic, I suppose I owe Scott Summers the other part.’ The former White Queen’s demeanor shifted as Scott Summers entered her thoughts. She closed her eyes and looked away from her expression in the mirror, choosing not to see any of these complicated emotions find their way to her demeanor. There had been many men in her life. She had her share of partners and lovers. Emotions rarely factored in and she always made sure she had a dominant role. When such emotions found their way into her heart during her affair with Scott Summers, it struck her in a way from which her diamond shell could not protect.
‘Oh Scott...why the hell did you have to make me love you? Why couldn’t we have stayed a sordid, psychic affair? You thought you were corrupted by Apocalypse, but being inside your head may have corrupted me as well. Except in my case, it was the kind of corruption that actually made me give a damn. A part of me hates you for that. A part of me loves you for it. There’s no use even hiding from it anymore. You did something no man has ever done before. You made me feel vulnerable.’ Emma let out an exasperated sigh as she turned away from the mirror. Ever since the affair with Scott, she had to deal with a new range of feelings. She was so used to being a dominant personality, using her wit and her sexuality to exact the kind of commanding presence that made her a good White Queen and a good X-man. Scott changed all that. He made her feel things she thought she was incapable of feeling. It was an adjustment, but it made her a bit less devious. Given her history, that made Scott’s impact all the more remarkable.
As she lingered in front of the mirror, she sensed a presence enter the royal dormitory. Before it even reached the bathroom, she acknowledged it.
“Don’t bother being subtle, Scott. I know you’re there,” said the former White Queen.
“I thought I was being mindful, but I guess that’s redundant with a telepath,” said the X-leader as he entered the bathroom to see the naked Emma Frost standing before him.
“You ought to know. You married one and fancied two others,” she told him, “Although I seriously question your standards if a body swapping ninja rouses your passions.”
“Can we not talk about how my eyes and thoughts have wandered in the past?” asked Scott awkwardly.
“Would you rather talk about how Jean’s eyes have wandered? I’m sure if Logan was a telepath, their psychic affair would have been ten times as lurid as ours.”
“Now you’re trying to chase me away.”
“Why would I want to chase a handsome stud away when I’m naked, moody, and vulnerable?” Emma scoffed.
“Because that’s what you do when you don’t want to confront something,” he pointed out with complete certainty, “You try to use that charming wit of yours to get out of it. Otherwise you may actually feel emotions you don’t want to feel. Isn’t that really at the heart of what happened with us?”
Emma scolded the X-leader for his observations. They were as annoying as they were accurate. He made it all the more difficult for her when he made his way over to her so that he was standing mere inches from her nude form. Even though she had recently engaged in an all out gangbang, his own nude presence evoked various forms of arousal. She did her best not to show it, standing stoically under his penetrating gaze. Even though his eyes were shrouded, she could still sense that being closed to her evoked some arousal of his own. Except his arousal was also coupled with emotions that had come so close to destroying them both.
“You pretend to be a cold, heartless woman, Emma,” Scott went on in a deeper tone, “I even believed your facade for a while, going all the way back to your days with Generation X. Then we began our so-called psychic therapy sessions.”
“So seeing me naked and dressed as Dark Phoenix made me less heatless?” she quipped.
“Seeing you lose so much while maintaining that ever so confident poise of yours was a much better indicator. You didn’t show it externally, but when you were in my mind I felt it. I’ve had enough psychics in my head to see the signs.”
“Yet you didn’t say anything,” Emma pointed out.
“I was weak and vulnerable as well. I wanted to believe it was just my twisted thoughts playing tricks on me. Now we both know the truth. We both felt things we didn’t want to feel. We even tried to avoid feeling them, but that didn’t change anything.”
“You almost sound nostalgic, darling. Perhaps you’re in need of even more therapy.”
“Speak for yourself,” said Scott in a more serious tone, “That affair is over. It changed us both. The difference between you and me is I confronted the emotions I felt. After I almost lost Jean, we both made ourselves vulnerable to one another. We both did in reality what you and I did in our minds.”
“You mean aside from engaging in deviant sexual role playing?”
“You can scrutinize the lurid details, but you can’t ignore the underlying premise. When you love someone, you allow yourself to be vulnerable. Between me being merged with Apocalypse and Jean re-awakening her Phoenix potential, we both couldn’t stand to be vulnerable with each other anymore. When we finally confronted that, all those pent up feelings that you helped reveal could finally be confronted.”
“And now you’re marriage is all sappy love and hot sex. I’m just so happy for the both of you,” said Emma dryly.
“But not every feeling was confronted,” he pointed out, “Even though you and Jean patched things up, you still haven’t been willing to make yourself truly vulnerable to anyone. And while I know you’ve gone to great lengths to make amends, we both know those amends are incomplete.”
Scott moved in closer and embraced the former White Queen in his powerful arms. Her cold demeanor faltered. Feeling his naked skin press against hers sent shivers down her body. It wasn’t just the feelings of being touched by a strong, attractive man this time either. She had indulged in enough lust with this ritual to know that this was different. Emma found herself lightly grasping his shoulders, if for no other reason than to support her legs which has been weakened by his grasp. All those old lurid thoughts they once shared were taking form and substance.
“I guess this brings me to why I didn’t line up with the rest of the men during the ceremony,” said Scott as his tone shifted.
“You wanted to have me all to yourself. I can’t be too offended by that,” said Emma with a half-grin.
“There’s more to it, although I do admit that there are some appeals to doing this privately,” said the X-leader with a grin of his own, “You’ve fulfilled your role. You’ve served every man on the team.”
“Except you,” she pointed out, “Your little pop shot on my breasts during the ceremony hardly counts.”
“I’d rather not get into technicalities. I don’t want you to be in that role anymore for this.”
“And what exactly is this?” she asked him, lightly tracing her hands over his exposed upper body, “I’m assuming you didn’t just come here to bend me over the sink and do me on the spot.”
“That may be appropriate for women that I haven’t had a psychic affair with, but that’s not the case now is it?”
“So what are we going to do? Are we going to pretend for a moment that you and your wife haven’t reconciled in every lurid way possible? Are you going to take me into bed and pretend I’m more than just a woman with whom you exchanged such decadent thoughts?”
“I don’t want to pretend anything. I’m through with fantasy. This is real, Emma. And I want you to treat it as such.”
To prove his point, Scott slipped his arms down to her heart-shaped butt and pulled her into a deep kiss. This time it wasn’t part of a fantasy or a dirty thought. It was real, raw, and powerful. It caused Emma to further melt in his embrace. More of those conflicted feelings that made her feel so vulnerable around this man rose to the surface. In the past she would have suppressed these feelings. This time she embraced them.
As these feelings began to flow freely, a new wave of desire filled them. Emma felt a warmth emerge from between her legs while Scott’s manhood swelled. As their lips and tongues swirled, she eagerly grinded her pelvis up against his to further communicate her desires. Scott got the message loud and clear and with a firm grip on her butt, he led her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where a royal king sized bed awaited them. They were almost at their destination when Scott abruptly ended the kiss, much to Emma’s chagrin.
“Emma...” he began in a deep tone.
“If you make me wait too long, I’ll erase every memory if my naked body from your mind,” she threatened.
“Before we do this, I have another challenge for you...one that doesn’t involve either of us being submissive or damaged,” he said.
“So the gangbang wasn’t enough for you? And they say my standards are high,” she said dryly.
“I’m hoping you take this seriously. There’s a reason I didn’t seek you out while others were lining up to get with you when the ritual began. I wanted any intimacy between us to have more meaning than a casual fuck. Moreover, I wanted any intimacy between us to help settle this tension between you, me, and Jean. It’s gone on long enough. We need to settle it once and for all.”
“And this challenge of yours is supposed to accomplish that?”
“I’m hoping it will, but it depends on how willing you are to go through with it,” the X-leader went on, “As we have sex, I want you to make yourself vulnerable. Don’t treat it as some random pursuit of pleasure. I already know you’ve mastered that.”
“That better be a compliment,” she said in a somewhat menacing tone.
“It’s an observation from experience. I know you can be intimate with others. I know you can even feel something when you’re being intimate. Prove to me that you’re capable of putting those feelings of vulnerability into an actual physical act.”
“And why would I want to do that?”
“Because if you’re willing to be vulnerable with me, that means you care enough to do what’s right and not just what feels good.”
It sounded like such a simple challenge. Emma Frost could always put feeling into sex. It was part of what made her so good at it. However, the feelings Scott was referring to were feelings she never allowed herself to feel, especially during sex. Being vulnerable in a man’s presence was one thing. Carrying that vulnerability between the bedsheets was something else entirely. While it didn’t sound overly appealing, it was a challenge from Scott Summers. As she had learned in her experiences with him, a challenge from Scott Summers was a challenge of great worth.
“You’re an insufferable man, Scott Summers,” she told him, “Here we are, naked and horny, and you wish to complicate something that should be so basic.”
“I take it this means you’ll do it,” he said with a wry grin.
“You know I don’t make promises, but I will make an effort. I think you’ll find that in all things sexual, my efforts speak much louder than shallow promises. I only ask that you match my efforts, as demanding they may be.”
“That, I can promise,” he said confidently.
Wry grins quickly gave way to more affectionate gestures. This time Emma made the first move, puling Scott back into a heated kiss so he could begin making good on his promise. She was prepared to do her part as well.
While locked in a passionate embrace, Scott and Emma finished their journey to the bed. Along the way, Scott grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her up into his arms. Emma instinctively hooked her legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders, their lips never parting. He showed the kind of care and initiative worthy of a leader, laying her naked body down in the center of the bed. He pulled back the covers, allowing her to feel the soft royal linens on her naked skin as he hovered over her and caressed her voluptuous body within his powerful grasp. The burning physical desire and the focused efforts began evoking all those feelings that had once just been thoughts. Now they were ready to manifest in this most basic of acts.
While their desires left them quite aroused, they didn’t go right to the sex. They began by exploring these feelings, making out in a passionate mesh of kissing and erotic touching. This wasn’t going to be like the theatrical sexual encounters she had over the course of this ritual or even beforehand. This had to be special. This had to be a final culmination of an emotional affair that began with thoughts and would end with a final test of heart.
“Scott...tell me you want to fuck me,” gasped Emma as their lips briefly parted in the heat of her desire.
“I want to fuck you, Emma,” said Scott obediently as he trailed his hands up her curves.
“Then don’t fuck me like you fuck your wife. Don’t even fuck me like you’ve fucked the girls in this ritual.”
“Then how should I fuck you?” he asked ever so curiously.
“Fuck me like you actually care about me! Show me that what we shared actually meant something!”
She sounded desperate in her desire to share these feelings. Scott heeded her desperate words, focusing every unresolved emotion he had about this woman into his burning lust. With all these feelings now coming to a head, his arousal met hers as they began having sex.
With his body still pressed down on top of hers, Emma parted her legs and raised them up in a spread eagle position. Scott shifted his grip down to her hips while positioning his pelvis over hers, guiding his erect member to her wet entrance. Her desperate gaze was still locked on his and only intensified as he pushed his body forward, driving his dick into her pussy. Even after going through a gangbang, her inner muscles felt so nice and tight. He saw expression shift at the feeling of him entering her. It was different from the expression he saw during the ceremony or the initial ritual. She was allowing herself to feel and be vulnerable under his lust, which spoke volumes in ways that thoughts never could.
‘So this is what the lustful affections of Scott Summers feels like in reality. Damn...no wonder Jean came back from the dead.’ Their lustful eyes remained locked in this heated state as Scott working his body up and down hers, digging his feet into the soft sheets of the bed to work his manhood within her pussy. As he slithered in and out of her tight depths, soft moans and sharp gasps followed. Emma tenderly caressed his face as Scott built up a nice rhythm. It wasn’t too heated or too tender either. It was raw, focused, and powerful. Conflicted feelings mixed with hot pleasure, soon melding into daze of heated bliss.
“Oh Scott! Ohhhhh that’s it! This is what I want to feel!” she cried out.
“Emma...you’re astonishing,” Scott gasped.
“And don’t you dare forget it!” she exclaimed as she smothered him with a fresh round of kisses.
That distinct personality of hers found a way to come out even during sex. Scott should have expected it, but he was still as surprised as he was captivated. Her seductive gestured turned into another make-out session as he continued to fuck her. The bed soon rocked and the sheets ruffled under his powerful thrusting. Emma showed quite a bit of energy for someone who had just been in a gangbang, writhing and shifting her body in accord with each movement. She lifted her hips slightly each time he thrust into her, ensuring he filled her at just the right angle. She also bent her legs back further, at one point arching them over his shoulders so he could elevate himself slightly and watch her breasts bounce as he fucked her. All the conflicting feelings seemed to melt under the sheer exhilaration of this blissful act. However, they were not forgotten as Emma remembered the intent behind this moment.
She allowed Scott to vent his pent up feelings along with his sexual energy, embracing him as he fucked her without the usual callousness. He didn’t try to pace himself like he had with others, focusing instead on just letting these feelings go. He came close to climaxing a few times, but held back as more feelings came out. It eventually got to a point where he became winded and steadied the thrusting motions of his hips. Upon sensing this, Emma pulled him into another deep kiss before turning him over so that now she was the one on top. This was usually when she began to exercise her more domineering tastes in sex, but there were plenty of other more deserving men for such a lustful wrath. This was Scott Summers. He deserved something special.
“You’ve shown me so much with your actions and your dirty thoughts,” she said intently, “Now let me show you some of my own!”
Scott entrusted himself to this woman that had proven so difficult to trust in the past. Now on his back with both feet firmly planted on the bed, he watched Emma position herself over him so that her knees were at his side and both hands were on his chest. His dick never left her pussy, still lodged deep in her tight folds. Now upright in a very powerful position of lust, she began riding him with the same focused lust he had shown earlier.
“Emma...oh-oh-ohhh yeah! Oh that feels so good!” moaned Scott.
“Mmm...just wait! It gets better!” she boasted.
The former White Queen intensified her efforts, moving her hips with increasing fervor. She alternated between just rocking her hips or bouncing up and down, working her pelvis against his in a way that stimulated the furthest recesses of her pussy. As her breasts bounced, Scott reached up and grasped them. He also supplemented her movements with light upwards thrusts of their own, ensuring the pace stayed heated.
This focused fucking lasted almost as long as they had in the previous position. Emma didn’t dominate him, but she was definitely showing off. She was practically showing off with the way she moved and swayed with every motion, building up the sensations with each blissful movement. Scott continued to hold back, but Emma refused contain such pleasures. In doing so she prepared herself to make a gesture that would prove to Scott that her hardened heart had been softened.
“Ooohhh Scott! I-I-I’m almost there! I’m so close!” she said intently.
“Go-go ahead, Emma,” said Scott through a lustful daze.
“Wait...open your mind to me! There’s something else I want to do!”
“But...”
“Damn it, Scott! When a woman is about to cum, you would do well not to ask questions!”
More desperation showed in her voice and once again Scott trusted her. He opened his usually disciplined mind to her psychic wrath, making himself vulnerable in a way she had already shown. Their bodies kept moving at a vigorous pace. The feeling was building up fast and Emma’s body began shifting to the increasing sensations. As the inner walls of her pussy began to throb, Scott slowed his thrusting and watched as the former White Queen embrace her orgasm. But as she closed her eyes and let out her usual cry of euphoria, something else happened that Scott didn’t expect. As the waves of pleasure surged through her body, she used her telepathic talents to project that same pleasure right into his mind. This way they shared the orgasm in a very special moment that carried with it so much meaning.
It was a gesture that Emma Frost would have considered unthinkable before Scott Summers entered her heart. For once, she didn’t hog all the pleasure for herself. She willingly shared it with another, thus sacrificing some of the sensations in the process. It left her mind, body, and heart vulnerable in a ways she never dared. For Scott, a man who had been in her head and experienced the dominating nature of her sexuality, it sent a truly powerful message. It also rendered him unable to hold back his own climax a moment longer.
“Ohhhhh Emma! Your thoughts! Going to make me...” he said in a rather slurred voice.
“Mmm...go ahead, darling. Do it,” she said, her voice still echoing with orgasmic bliss.
A few more light movements of her hips was all it took. Scott instinctively squeezed her breasts and curled his toes over the sheets as he his climax was abruptly unleashed. His dick throbbed inside the hot depths of her pussy, releasing a somewhat chaotic streak of fluids into her depths. It didn’t have the full volume of a typical ejaculation, but what it lacked in fluid it more than made up for with pleasure. Coupled with Emma’s shared orgasm, the feelings from this climax were extra intense. While he had explored such telepathic tricks during sex with Jean, he never expected Emma Frost to share such an experience.
She watched the expression on his face contort to the sensations, admiring the fruits of her labor and taking a certain level of pride in what she just did. It wasn’t the usual arrogant pride that was so typical of a hardened hart. She smiled warmly and caressed his face, waiting until the feeling passed before rising up off him and laying down next to him. She continued to embrace him, enjoying the warm touch of his naked body. He smiled back at her, looking more than satisfied in her ability to humble herself in her own unique way.
“You actually look surprised, darling,” she teased.
“Partially yet pleasantly,” said Scott with a content sigh.
“Did you actually doubt me?”
“If I did, I think it’s safe to say they’ve been subdued.”
“They damn well better be. I shared with you my thoughts, Scott. Now I’ve shared with you these pleasures and these feelings. It may not seem like much, but when you’ve done the things I’ve done...it’s difficult to say the least.”
Her tone shifted again, showing signs of strain. She seemed to cling to his body, as if to reinforce the gravity of what she just did for him. Even in his contentment, he was able to return and accept her gesture.
“It’s more than enough, Emma,” he said in a more serious tone, “What we shared...it can’t be unshared. It meant something. I don’t doubt that. It just didn’t mean as much as I’m sure you wanted it to.”
“So where does that leave us? Do you really believe you can still be friendly with a woman who has seen your most depraved thoughts?” she questioned.
“Stranger things have happened in this world. X-men know that more than most.”
“This would still qualify as a new kind of strange,” she pointed out.
“You’re right, but I’m willing to put in the effort if you are as well. These feelings can be a strength and not a burden.”
“Doesn’t mean they can’t be awkward,” muttered Emma.
“I’m not saying they won’t be,” Scott conceded, “It’s the truth. I can’t love you in the way you want, Emma. I love Jean and thanks to you, I’ve been better able to express that love.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better about it?”
“I hope it shows that you’re capable of bringing out all sorts of emotions both in yourself and others. You just need to find someone who can make you feel like the queen I know you want to be. It can’t be me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be there for you.”
Scott Summers was a difficult man to deal with even if he was an easy man to love. His gaze locked with hers again and with it came all the sincerity he needed to convey. Having been in this man’s mind, Emma knew it would be difficult finding someone else that she could share such feelings. More than anything else, Scott proved she was capable of sharing such feelings. If she couldn’t have his heart, she would settle for his effects. She was better because of it and this ritual showed it.
“You are a frustratingly decent man, Scott Summers. This may be the nicest way anyone has ever asked a woman he just slept with to just be friends,” said Emma in a humored tone.
“It doesn’t have to be any more awkward than you make it sound,” he said, sharing her humor.
“Seeing as how I’ve lived with a great many burdens, I suppose I can manage one that involves helping a man get his heart and his dick back in working order,” she sighed.
“We’ll work on it,” Scott assured her with a light embrace, “We share the burdens of those we care about.”
“It’s not you and me that worries me. It’s Jean whom I suspect will incur most of that awkwardness.”
“You know, I might have actually shared that same concern. Lucky for the both of us, we already planned a few novel ways to work it out.”
Emma looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Scott’s tone was still humored. He knew something and he was skilled enough to keep it from her telepathy. Before she could attempt to probe deeper, an unexpected noise echoed from the wall to the right of the bed. A wall bearing a statue of Aphrodite shifted and opened to reveal a hidden chamber. The chamber contained a secondary wine cellar, most likely the royal family’s secret stash of exotic drinks. Standing in the center of the chamber was Jean Grey, who shared her husband’s humored demeanor. If the look on her face was any indication, she saw and heard the whole thing.
“Jean...I didn’t know you had taken up voyeurism,” said Emma in a bemused tone.
“I’ve taken on a number of new proclivities lately. I’m sure they’re still tame compared to the ones you’re used to dealing with,” she quipped as she casually made her way over to the bed.
“Was this part of your plan, Scott? Have your wife watch while we share our little moment?” asked the former White Queen as she turned back to Scott, “If this was just an exercise in your newly discovered sex lives, I may have to take back that orgasm I shared.”
“I promise it’s not that devious, Emma. You can read my mind to find out if you want,” he assured her.
“Or you can trust us. Although I know that would be pushing it,” said Jean as she crawled onto the bed with them.
“In my experience, trust needs to be earned and even then it’s shaky at best.”
“Well you and I have just gone to great lengths to re-establish a sense of trust. I’m hoping we can take it a bit further if you’re willing,” said Scott.
“And if that doesn’t sound too appealing, perhaps I can offer some incentive,” said Jean in a more feline tone.
As Jean crawled across the bed towards them, her eyes lit up with the ominous glow of the Phoenix Force. Upon reaching Scott and Emma, she placed her hand on the former White Queen’s forehead. Her first inclination was to oppose such efforts, but Scott seemed serious about this. Having already made herself vulnerable with him, she might as well do the same with his scorned wife. Jean could be planning to shatter her again despite being the one that put her back together. It turned out to be something very different though.
As soon as Jean touched Emma’s forehead, a small piece of the Phoenix flame entered her mind. It sent a wave of intoxicating warmth through her body, stimulating her mind and body with a very alien force. It caused her usual robust mental shields to wane and her emotions to start flowing in a more controlled way. New channels of empathic feelings opened up, linking to both Jean and Scott. It felt quite different, but in a wonderful way.
“Hnn...what the bloody hell was that?” moaned Emma as she lightly clutched her temple.
“Just one of the many new tricks Scott and I have discovered during our extensive sessions of make-up sex,” said Jean coyly.
“You would be amazed at how many ways cosmic power can enhance sex,” said Scott as he rose up to join his wife.
“Or maybe you don’t. In that case you would need a brief introductory,” said Jean, “I sensed what you did with Scott. You actually shared a feeling with him to prove that you were willing to make amends. Well now I’m ready to share a feeling of my own!”
“This is going to get kinky, isn’t it?” said Emma with more intrigue.
“No more than I’m sure you’re used to,” said Scott coyly.
The X-leader moved aside and let his wife work her magic. Emma, despite her history with the Phoenix, allowed Jean to position herself over her. She grabbed the former White Queen’s arms and pulled her up so that she was in an upright position with Jean locking her legs around her waist. Their faces were only inches apart, their gazes mixed with many of the various emotions that had once made them such bitter rivals. As they locked eyes, Jean’s shifted to the fiery orange glow distinctive of the Phoenix. Then she placed her hands on Emma’s temples. More cosmic flares followed, entering her mind and body with more potent effects.
“Oohhhh!” she purred in contentment.
“You like that? Something new even for a girl that gets around as much as you?” teased Jean.
“It feels so good I’m actually going to you have that one,” grinned Emma.
It was like her mind was plugged into a source of pure pleasure. She shifted erratically to the potent shots of sensation. They were akin to orgasms, but they seemed to emanate from every part of her body. It demonstrated Jean’s mastery of cosmic forces. Fiery cosmic flares soon filled the room, swarming around Jean’s body and steadily working their way into Emma’s. As the energy flowed through her, the orgasm-like sensations kept surging one after the other. It was so intense at times that Emma threw her head back and nearly passed out at one point. Jean made sure she didn’t happen though. She made it clear that this was just a prelude.
As this fiery scene unfolded, Scott watched with growing excitement. He and Jean had planned this out from the beginning. He was more eager than either of them to see this through. The appeal of two beautiful naked women indulging in cosmic pleasure was promising in and of itself, but the appeal of these two no longer being at each others’ throats as much was almost as promising.
“I think she’s ready for the second cosmic trick we discovered, Jean,” said Scott.
“I thought we agreed I could make her beg for it,” said Jean playfully.
“I’m pretty sure we agreed to skip that step,” he said with a subtle hint of urging.
“Fine...” she sighed, “I hate it when you give me that look.”
“It’s insufferable, isn’t it?” said Emma, still in a bit of a daze, “Now at the expense of asking useless questions, why don’t you just show me your next Phoenix trick and be done with it?”
She wasn’t all that polite in her request. Jean didn’t expect anything less from the former White Queen so she didn’t bother arguing with her. Since she seemed to accept her first trick so well, she didn’t bother with a warning for the next.
With her hands still on Emma’s temples, Jean’s eyes flared again. More cosmic flares followed. This time they were more directed, finding their way to Emma’s breasts and pussy. It was like the flames themselves were tantalizing her, stroking and fondling her sensitive flesh. Jean also started really rubbing her own pussy up against hers, so much so that their clits started to mesh. As the flames coursed through her, Emma let out a new round of moans. This time it wasn’t just orgasmic pleasure that filled her. It was an arousal that seemed supercharged by cosmic forces.
“Holy fuck!” she exclaimed.
“Sorry Emma. Was that too much for you?” said Jean coyly as she playfully cradled Emma’s face in both hands.
“That’s cruel, Jean. Even by my standards,” she said breathlessly.
“When did it become cruel to show you how horny a little touch of cosmic flame can make you? Hell, you should consider yourself lucky! Scott and I discovered this by accident and it’s what eventually led to the infamous bed breaking incident.”
“I don’t care what it led to! I don’t even care that I was recently gangbanged in a perverse ceremony! I need to fuck and that cosmic bird of yours better have another trick to deliver!”
The effects were every bit as potent as she hoped. Jean grinned as she felt Emma’s body practically writhe in her grasp. The touch of cosmic flare left her aroused in a way that rivaled even Amara’s wine. Her pussy quickly became soaked with arousal and her clit was now fully swollen. As she grinded her pelvis against hers, Jean couldn’t help but share in the arousal. It left them both at the mercy of these cosmic urges and they were going to share them. It seemed like an odd way for two rivals to come together, but it was more than appropriate given the circumstances.
“That leaves us in quite a predicament, Emma,” said Jean, “You allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Scott. Now you and I have to kiss and make up in our own way.”
“You think kissing and making up with a woman who hated my guts is beyond my proclivities?” said Emma hungrily.
“Not for a second,” said Jean with a feline grin, “But I figure if we’re going to be something resembling friends, it’ll help if we can share a little cosmic pleasure! And if you keep those telepathic talents of yours at the ready, I think we’ll more than manage!”
The two women and former rivals shared an ominous grin. The tension mixed with the insatiable sexual arousal evoked by the Phoenix. With more fiery flares surrounding their naked bodies, the two powerful telepaths opened their minds and prepared for a reckless indulgence like no other.
With Scott still watching intently, the two women met in a very deep and very aggressive kiss. Any reservations about their sexuality went out the window as cosmic arousal took over, sending them into a heated make-out session that. They unleashed a primal lust on each other the likes of which even Wolverine would have found impressive. Jean pushed Emma back onto the bed and started hungrily rubbing her pussy up against hers more aggressively. Not letting her get too comfortable with her domineering position, Emma quickly turned Jean on her side and roughly rubbed her thigh up between her legs. This evoked a deep purr with Jean, who quickly returned the favor. As they hungrily stimulated each other, their hands roamed wildly. It was less like foreplay and more like all out wrestling. They ruffled the sheets and tore at the pillows, even biting each others’ lips at times. It showed a kind of sexual aggression that forced Scott to move back somewhat.
“Whoa...maybe we should have come up with a safe word or something?” he wondered.
‘Oh shut up and enjoy the hot telepath-on-telepath action!’ spat Emma with her telepathy.
‘We know what we’re doing, love!’ added Jean.
Scott didn’t dare utter another word, backing off slightly and letting the two women go at it. They continued with their aggressive foreplay, rubbing and squeezing each others breasts while practically assaulting each other with their tongues. As they kissed and slithered against each others’ naked flesh, more cosmic flares erupted. Along with these flares came a string of orgasms that caused them both to erupt in waves of blissful moans. They weren’t normal orgasms in the traditional sense, but they were every bit as enjoyable.
“Mmm...fuck! More...I want more!” seethed Emma.
“Don’t get too greedy on me, Emma,” said Jean as they stopped their kissing so they could catch their breath, “We need to save at least some energy for the next trick!”
“You’re asking me not to be greedy?” she scoffed.
“I promise you it’s worth it!”
The two women exchanged menacing grins before resuming their erotic activities. Having explored each others’ lips and tongues quite thoroughly, they shifted their bodies around a bit. Emma laid down on her side while Jean positioned herself between the former White Queen’s legs so that both their pelvises were touching. Grabbing onto her leg, Jean started grinding her pussy against Emma’s again. This time she had more leverage and a better angle to work with. She also redirected the Phoenix flares to focus around their pussies, sending more waves of pleasure through their bodies. They weren’t quite as rough as they were before, but the sexual fervor between the two telepaths remained quite heated.
As Jean eagerly grinded her pussy against Emma’s, she threw in a few telekinetic tricks as well. She managed to focus her mind just enough to form a phallic-like bubble of force between her pelvis and Emma’s. It acted as a double-sided dildo of sorts, helping to add some extra feeling to their sexual motions. Emma arched and contorted her body, gripping the sheets of the bed to the point where she started tearing them. Jean dug her manicured nails into Emma’s thigh every time she gyrated her pelvis, practically clawing at her as they continued to vent their burning lusts. More orgasm-like sensations followed, but rather than exhaust them they only served to fuel their urge.
With each surge of pleasure, the two women let out deeper grunts. The frustration and animosity between them seemed to manifest in every lustful gesture. When mixed with so much pleasure it got to a point where the frustration and animosity became obscured if not irrelevant. At that point it became less about making amends between two former rivals and more about just enjoying themselves. They kept grinding together until they needed to catch their breath once more.
“Such a dirty filthy mind...” said Emma breathlessly as various orgasmic sensations lingered, “You’ve officially earned my respect, Jean...partially at least.”
“I’ll take it,” said Jean, having since stopped her pelvic gyrations, “I blame you for putting so many dirty thoughts into my husband’s head and later into mine.”
“You’re welcome,” she said snidely.
“You’re just lucky I had a cosmic force to help me turn those dirty thoughts into something special. It goes a long ways towards healing a marriage and learning new tricks.”
“Speaking of which...” said Scott, drawing his wife’s attention.
The two women hadn’t forgotten about Scott, who had been watching intently with as much restraint as any man could muster. Seeing them go at it definitely aroused him. Despite his recent climax with Emma, he was already fully erect again. Since Jean and Emma had worked each other up into such a lustful frenzy, they might as well put it to good use.
“Don’t worry, babe. We haven’t forgotten about you,” said Jean as she pulled away from Emma and crawled towards her husband.
“Indeed, he seems to have enjoyed our deviant dalliance. Some parts more than others,” teased Emma, eying his erect manhood.
“Yet he was so polite and disciplined,” added Jean, offering her lover a light embrace, “I could sense how much he wanted to join in, but he understood how important it was give us our space.”
“How do you propose we reward him?” asked Emma playfully, “A three-way with two beautiful telepaths left insatiably horny by a cosmic force seems appropriate.”
“Yet still insufficient,” Jean pointed out, “This leads to the third and final trick I wish to show you.”
“It’s by far one of my favorite,” said Scott with an eager grin.
Emma rose up from the bed and joined Jean as she sat before her husband. Having seen and experienced such remarkable acts of cosmic powered sex, she was quite eager to see more. The flares of Phoenix fire had faded slightly, but continued to linger. Jean and Scott both readied themselves, taking deep breaths as they prepared for this final trick. Scott lightly gripped her waist while Jean closed her eyes and put her hands on his temples. It was similar to what she did with Emma earlier, but the spectacle that followed was quite different.
A new outburst of Phoenix-like flares erupted from Jean’s body. This time the flares flowed into Scott, gathering around his eyes as if it were a gateway of sorts. As the flames entered him, he let out deep grunt as if he had been hit with a shot of adrenaline. More flares surged around his body, causing his well-built manly form to radiate with an ominous glow. Emma couldn’t help but feel her already throbbing pussy moisten at such a sight. As the glowing escalated, she also noticed his dick throbbing more intently. The veins along the shaft were practically bulging and she swore it actually grew a bit more. She sensed in him the same sexual fervor she and Jean had exercised earlier, except with Scott it promised to manifest in a very different way.
“He looks like he’s about to pounce, Jean,” Emma commented with greater intrigue.
“He damn well should be,” said Jean as she removed her hands from his temples, “We discovered on our second honeymoon that a little dose of the Phoenix force can turn a man into a stud and a stud into...well, you’re about to find out!”
“Should we be bracing ourselves?” questioned the former White Queen.
“As if it would do you any good,” said Scott in a tone laced with sexual hunger, “I’m going to fuck the bitter rivalry out of you both!”
The usually calm and collected X-leader erupted in an outburst of unbridled lust. He practically tackled the two women onto the bed and smothered them with his powerful embrace. He hungrily kissed both of them, going from Jean to Emma in an alternating cycle of kissing. It turned into a triple-kiss of sorts, drawing all three of them into this lustful state. He easily matched the aggressive nature they showed earlier, keeping them both in his arms and feeling up their naked bodies. They were already warmed up from the show they put on earlier so he didn’t bother making out with them for too long. He was prepared to fuck them both in ways that even a telepath couldn’t comprehend.
Using his powerful arms coupled with this influx of sexual energy, he pulled the two women up and pushed them to the front of the bed. They were now on their knees, their hands pressed against the wall with their hips arched outwards towards the waiting X-leader. Jean and Emma went along with it, their hips practically quivering for his sex.
“Ooh! So assertive!” purred Emma.
“Like a good leader and a good lover!” grinned Jean.
“I don’t strive for good,” said Scott as he gazed intently at the two women before him, “For you girls, I plan on striving for much greater!”
True to his word, Scott tapped into this cosmic influx from Jean and unleashed his lust on these two beautiful women. He started with Jean, grabbing her by the hips and roughly thrusting his dick into her pussy. As soon as he was inside her he started hammering away, roughly jerking his hips back and forth while pumping into her tight depths. Each movement was amplified by the addition of her little Phoenix trick from earlier. It caused Jean’s body to rock heavily, her nails digging into the wall as he fucked her with the aid of cosmic vigor.
Scott made sure Emma felt the breadth of his lusts as well. Shortly after establishing an intense rhythm with Jean, he reached over and started fondling her pussy with his hand. In doing so some of the lingering Phoenix flares followed, which helped amplify his touch on her to send greater waves of pleasure up through her body. He was just as rough with his hands as he was with his dick, shoving three fingers into Emma’s dripping folds and aggressively fondling her clit. Soon, both women were moaning out blissfully to the feeling.
“Oohhhh fuck! Jean...what the hell did you do to him?!” exclaimed Emma.
“Hnn...plenty,” was all Jean could get out as Scott fucked her.
Scott’s touching and thrusting grew more aggressive. He fucked Jean hard until he was ready to climax. He didn’t bother drawing it out this time. As soon as he felt he was close, he thrust harder and let out a deep grunt as he filled Jean’s depths with his fluid. Jean moaned as well, picking up on his sensations through their psychic link. It didn’t make her climax, but it left her quite close. Almost immediately after the feeling passed, Scott pulled out of Jean and shifted over towards Emma. There was no refractory period. His dick remained almost completely erect and without missing a beat, he thrust into Emma’s pussy and started fucking her with the same vigor he had with Jean.
“Yes! Ohhh it’s so hard!” Emma cried out, “How-how long can he stay this hard?”
“I’d rather you find out first hand,” grinned Jean as she caught her breath.
Emma’s words quickly became awash in blissful moans as Scott fucked her hard, slamming his pelvis against her butt as he drove his dick into her depths. Emma lifted her right leg slightly so he could thrust in at a better angle, showing off some flexibility in the process. While her body rocked to Scott’s heated rhythm, he reached over and fondled Jean’s pussy just as he had done with Emma’s. Just as before, his touch was amplified by the flares of the Phoenix. It led Jean to very potent orgasm that caused all the lingering Phoenix flares to briefly intensify.
As Jean’s body contorted to the sensations, she found herself sharing some of them with Emma. It led the two telepaths to exchange lustful glances even as their bodies continued rocking to Scott’s lustful gestures. In this exchange, they shared a messy kiss. It was symbolic in a sense that they were willing to share this pleasure and this experience.
“That’s right, you two! Kiss and make up! Or better yet, kiss while I fuck you!” grunted Scott in between his thrusting.
Scott grabbed a firmer hold of Emma’s butt as he hungrily thrust into her pussy in pursuit of another climax. As he drew closer, he watched the two telepaths exchange more messy kisses. Seeing this helped him reach his climax faster. At this point he didn’t have much fluid left to expend. His orgasm was mostly dry, managing only a few light streaks of seminal fluid into Emma’s depths. However, he remained aroused and ready to fuck them even more.
With the flares of the Phoenix still surrounding their bodies, Scott and the two women continued to exercise their cosmic-powered lusts. After pulling out from Emma, he pulled them into another make-out session. It ended up being much more chaotic than before. The three of them rolled around on the bed, playfully kissing and groping each others’ naked flesh. Even though Scott was still seething with desire, Jean and Emma allowed him a brief rest. While he was in an upright position leaning back on his arms, they both went down on him and coordinated their efforts to give him oral sex.
“You think you can match my cock-sucking skills, Jean?” taunted Emma as she roughly stroked his shaft.
“Only one way to find out!” grinned Jean, who practically shoved her aside to fully deep-throat her husband.
It quickly turned into a contest of sorts. Jean sucked him thoroughly for a bit while Emma fondled his balls. Then they switched roles and proceeded to alternate in between their various dick-sucking tactics. Jean showed greater skill with her lips and tongue while Emma used her breasts to slide his member between her fleshy mounds. They did their best to one-up each other, which ended up resulting in another climax for Scott.
“So...who won?” Emma wondered.
“You can argue that later...after I’m done returning the favor!” grinned Scott.
Yet despite the rapid-pace of orgasms, the X-leader remained erect and unleashed more lust on both women. Even with the Phoenix flares still glowing around them, he began to pace himself a bit more so that he could be extra thorough in satisfying these two beautiful women. One was the former White Queen of the Hellfire Club and one was the vessel of the Phoenix Force. Extra care was needed to ensure they got the pleasure they deserved while he got his.
They proceeded to ruffle the sheets even further. Scott took each woman one-on-one for another round. He fucked Jean while she was on her back with both legs spread in a wide V-shape, giving her another orgasm while getting one himself shortly after. He got on his back and fucked Emma while she was on top, riding him in a reverse cowgirl position. The result was the same, an orgasm for her and another one for him. As they continued become drunk with pleasure, Jean and Emma began sharing a few lustful gestures. They weren’t as aggressive as earlier, but helped keep each other in the mood while Scott continued to unleash his lust.
After a few more brief one-on-ones, Emma and Jean started coordinating again. This time they pinned Scott on his back and took turns riding his dick. While one rode him, the other straddled his face so he could eat them out. This position also allowed the two women to fondle each others’ breasts and grope each others’ naked skin. This touching along with Scott’s unrelenting sexual energy earned them more orgasms. They attempted even more positions, sandwiching themselves between Scott at times and wrestling for a few thrusts from his dick. Many of these positions put greater strain on the bed while further ravaging the sheets. It was a test of both the quality of the royal furniture and the depths of their desires.
Eventually, the rapid progression of orgasms began wearing them out. As their bodies reached the limits to the ecstasy that the Phoenix effects would allow, they had to slow down. It happened gradually, but it was quite apparent. Scott grew more winded as he kept fucking these two beautiful women. Jean and Emma grew more dazed from each wave of pleasure. None of them wanted it to end a moment sooner than was physically possible. Even as the Phoenix flares began to fade, they sought one last round of euphoria that they could share together.
“One more! Just...just one more!” said Scott, sounding quite winded by now.
“You...you sure you can rise to the occasion, darling?” asked Emma, who was also panting.
“He can...he can do it!” said Jean confidently, “Just...keep going! I...I’ll make sure this last one counts!”
“Another trick?” said Emma.
“You’ll see!”
They made sure they were in the best possible position to share the ecstasy. Jean was on her back with Emma on top of her, their breasts mashed together in a heat of naked flesh. Scott was behind them both, positioned right over where their pussies were rubbing together where he was thrusting into Jean. He wasn’t as fervent as before, utilizing more focused thrusts instead. He knew all of Jean’s most sensitive areas by heart and even with his dick throbbing from so many releases, he was poised to deliver one more.
As Scott kept thrusting, Jean prepared her mind for this unique exchange of pleasure. Every time Scott thrust his dick into her, she shifted her hips so that her clit rubbed against Emma’s. She also made sure to project her own sensations into Emma’s mind so she could feel them as well. The White Queen’s mind was more open than she had ever sensed before, allowing for a smooth exchange in sensations. As soon as she and Scott were ready to climax, she prepared to use these open channels in ways that would push even the most powerful telepaths.
“Oh-oh-oh-oohhhhh I’m almost ready!” Jean cried out.
“Me...me too!” grunted Scott, fighting off fatigue to keep his hips moving.
“We all are!” she said, “Open your minds! Let’s...let’s feel this together!”
“Is...is that possible?” said Emma, who wasn’t even sure if she could have another orgasm.
“With the Phoenix, it should be!”
It was a new trick for all of them. Jean and Scott had shared the pleasure of orgasms psychically before. Emma even shared it in her various past trysts. Yet they had never attempted to share an orgasm between three minds like this. It would be a test of their minds and their focus, but after all the feelings they had just experienced together it was worth trying.
Scott gritted his teeth and thrust his hips forward with as much energy as he could muster, driving his manhood into Jean’s depths as far as it would go. With each thrust, Jean arched her lower body a bit so she could further stimulate Emma’s clit and outer folds. It helped stimulate the former White Queen while driving her closer to her or own orgasm. She encouraged Scott through her mind to keep going. He was almost ready when he finally steadied his hips and prepared for his release. As he delivered the last few thrusts, Jean closed her eyes and put her Phoenix powers to work once more.
‘Keep your minds wide open, you two! Here it comes!’ Jean instructed them.
As soon as Scott’s orgasm hit, it triggered a domino effect for all three of them. The remaining Phoenix flares coalesced around their bodies, forming a radiant glow around them as the orgasmic sensations surged through them. These flares opened a psychic channel of sorts between their minds and bodies through which waves of pleasure reverberated. It started with Scott’s orgasm, which as this point was almost completely dry and without fluids. The sensations flowed through Jean and Emma’s mind. It triggered another orgasm in Jean, which in turn flowed back into Scott and Emma’s mind. This got Emma to climax again as well, which really surprised her since she didn’t think she could manage another. The added sensations flowed back into Scott and Jean, reinforcing the other sensations like small ripples turning into tsunamis. Coupled with Jean’s cosmic touch, it forged a shared orgasm that linked all three of them in a profound moment of euphoria.
‘I...we can feel it! We all feel...everything.’ Scott, Jean, and Emma lingered in the feeling for as long as they could. Their bodies shuttered from the pleasure as the lingering Phoenix flares burned around them. Even after the last flare faded, they remained frozen in a daze. The sudden lack of cosmic power quickly reminded them that they still resided in frail mortal bodies with all the limits of normal flesh. Now covered in sweat and utterly drained, they finally allowed themselves to collapse in exhaustion.
Nothing was said at first. Their most pressing concern was catching their breath and returning to some sense semblance of coherence. Scott practically went limp as he fell to the side of Jean and Emma, lying flat on his back in a breathless heap. Emma rolled off Jean as soon as her body would allow, curling up next to Scott so that she was on his left while Jean was on his right. For a while they just laid together on the bed, which at this point was pretty messy. They had vented so many feelings and experienced so much. It brought them together in a twisted way, but one that made moving beyond the past seem so much less daunting.
“Fuck...” said Emma, finally breaking the silence.
“I know,” said Jean with a content sigh, “I said the same thing after our first foray into cosmic sex.”
“I forgot what I said, but I’m pretty sure it didn’t do justice to what we did,” said Scott, still in a daze.
“I’m not used to being surprised during or after sex. I’m not even used to being this speechless,” Emma went on, “But if ever there was a proper time...I’m glad it happened now.”
“Are you about to thank me because I’ll need to get something to mark this historic moment,” Jean teased.
“Don’t push it, darling. I’ve already humbled myself in more ways than I’ll ever be comfortable with. Don’t expect it to happen again because I don’t intend to make it necessary. I’m just...not used to sharing such feelings with anyone.”
“In more ways than one?” quipped Scott.
“More ways than I thought was possible, that’s for sure,” said Emma with a light chuckle, “Moreover, I’m ready to put those feelings into perspective. I’m willing to accept that you two love each other in a way that deserves respect. I’m even willing to accept, however begrudgingly, that you two can make love to each other in a way that also deserves respect...as well as a new chapter in the Kama Sutra.”
“I’m honored and would be in a state of shock if I wasn’t so exhausted,” grinned Jean.
“And in return...I ask that you both accept that I’m never going to be the polite, caring X-woman you all wish I was. I’m still going to be me. I’m still going push your buttons and rub you the wrong way. But I’d rather do it as a friend rather than a rival.”
She sounded as sincere as any former White Queen could be after a cosmic-powered three-way. It was probably as sincere as Scott and Jean had ever heard her. Even if she still had that harsh tone that was so distinctive of her personality, they could sense how much this meant to her. It meant just as much to them and after going to such lengths to make up for past tension, the time had finally come to escape this emotional burden.
“A friend...yes, I’d like that,” said Jean, offering the former White Queen a warm smile.
“And if two women who loved the same man and had angry sex with each other can become friendly, there may yet be hope for the human race,” said Emma with a smile of her own.
“I’m not going to say a single word to jeopardize you two getting along,” said Scott as he affectionately draped his arms around the two women and embraced them.
“When you’re nestled between two beautiful women, you damn well shouldn’t!” said Emma.
“For a man who just indulged in psychic three-way, you shouldn’t even have the energy,” added Jean as she settled into his embrace, “I sure could use a quick nap and a snack break.”
“Don’t get too comfortable,” Emma warned, “The ritual isn’t over quite yet. You’re not the only one to have a few kinky tricks to go along with a dirty mind.”
“Is that a warning or a threat?” asked Jean cautiously.
“You’ll have to wait and see for yourself, darling.”
Scott and Jean were too tired to be curious. They were left to trust Emma with this newfound friendship of theirs. It was a trust that would hopefully go beyond this ritual. They had once been enemies and bitter rivals. Now they could finally say they were something better. In a ritual that had already seen so many surprises, this was by far the most rewarding. Yet like Emma said, it may not be the last.
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Xavier Institute - Cerebra “Are you finished yet, Mindee?” asked an increasingly impatient Celeste.
“I would have been if you had stopped asking after the fourth time,” said an equally impatient Mindee as she ran a computer program on the main console.
“Miss Frost doesn’t accept excuses or delays, so why should we?” quipped Celeste.
“She also doesn’t accept needless bickering so we should abstain from both,” said Phoebe, who was tweaking the conduits on the main helmet, “Last I checked, Mr. McCoy and Agent Brand were in the midst of their post-coital afterglow. It is a window that is sure to close quickly so we had best make good use of it.”
The Stepford Cuckoos often held themselves to a higher standard and not just because they were Emma Frost’s prized students. As a hive mind, they had fewer excuses. They were supposed to be the epitome of coordination, cooperation, and collective beauty as Miss Frost put it. Any one person could make a mistake because they were of one mind. Being a mind of three offered them a considerable advantage even at their tender age. They would need that advantage to outsmart both Mr. McCoy and the rest of the X-men.
The institute was still technically on standby so Mr. McCoy would not appreciate them utilizing Cerebra for non-essential purposes. After having made sure that he and Agent Brand were indisposed, they began their efforts to implement the special side-plan that Miss Frost had organized. It required that they make a few unauthorized calls with Cerebra. In order to ensure that Mr. McCoy wouldn’t become wise to this side-plan of theirs, they needed to take precautions.
“There! It’s done,” said Mindee as several notices appeared on the screen.
“Are we officially off the record?” asked Celeste.
“As far as the computer is concerned, Cerebra is still in standby mode and the logs will reflect as such,” she assured.
“And I’ve made sure our line of communication is extra secure,” said Phoebe, “We wouldn’t want some perverted ears to eavesdrop on us, now would we?”
“I don’t know. Do we?” said Celeste with a devious grin.
“Not if we wish to infuriate Mr. McCoy and fill his mind with one too many lurid thoughts,” said Phoebe.
“As if those of Agent Brand in a lab coat wearing a G-string aren’t lurid enough,” quipped Mindee.
“You sensed that too?” said Celeste.
“It should neither surprise nor concern us,” said Phoebe as she readied the main helmet, “If anyone should be of concern, it would be our partner in crime. He’s even less patient than Miss Frost.”
“All the more reason to initiate the signal,” said Celeste.
“Already done!” Phoebe affirmed.
Phoebe handed her sisters two secondary Cerebra helmets so they could proceed. The holographic screen was already up and showing the status of the communication link. So far everything was going as planned. Timing would be key from this point forward. They would also need even greater coordination from some of the other interested parties involved in this elaborate affair.
After a few moments, the link was completed. On the holographic screen, an imposing figure formed to make up the king of Atlantis himself, Namor. He bore his usual folded arms and penetrating glare. Even though this form of communication was mainly psychic, the Stepford Cuckoos could sense his famous royal ego. He looked every bit as ready to move forward with this as they were.
“You’re late. The king of Atlantis does not like to be kept waiting.”
“Our apologies, your highness,” said the three girls all at once, “We hope you’re still willing and able on your end.”
“While my willingness is conditional, Namor is always able,” he boasted, “It’s been a long time since Emma Frost requested a favor. This is one instance where even a king needs little incentive to deliver.”
“So you’re prepared?” they all said.
“The transports are prepared and I intend to depart within the hour. You had best be prepared on your end when the time comes. Do NOT be late!”
“No worries, your highness. We’ll be ready!” assured the Stepford Cuckoos, “Just give us time to make a few more calls. You’re not the only one eager to intrude on this little get-away of theirs. We have a few other colorful characters that will surely rouse attention...among other things!”
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Up next: The ritual undergoes a shift of sorts while a few surprises are poised to emerge
