Heat

Pyro headed back to Magneto's headquarters, desperately thinking of anything he could to get his mind off the girl. He really didn't want to make his report while sporting a raging hard-on. He mentally cursed his skin-tight uniform. Finally a mental image of a naked Blob worked, but way too well as he gagged, shaking his head to clear it. He squared his shoulders and went in to report.

Afterwards, he headed straight for his room, the fiery girl once again consuming his thoughts. He swiftly locked the door and settled down on his bed, unzipping his once again too-tight uniform. A smirk tugged at his lips as he activated his flamethrower and sculpted the flames into a naked female form floating above him. He thought a moment before making the breasts a bit smaller, a more realistic idea of what she would actually look like.

He gripped his cock and began stroking it as he watched his creation pose, running her hands up and down her body. He grinned as he made her hand move down to her own groin. Why bother paying for porn when you could make your own, he figured.

He decided he'd like a better view, and accordingly the flames adjusted so the girl was straddling his face. He groaned as she thrust two fingers into herself. His own hand sped up. The fiery form tossed her hair, throwing off sparks.

"Yeah, that's it," he whispered. "Cum for me." He could feel himself getting close as he brought the show to its grand finale. As the figure bucked and writhed above him, he let out a grunt and spent himself.

Pyro allowed the flames to vanish, looking thoughtfully at where the girl had been. An idea was beginning to take root. If he could just convince Magneto, he'd be given the time and opportunity to get her right where he wanted... underneath him and begging for more.