Festival of X

Festival of X

Chapter 2: Old Flames

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New Olympus Temple – Dormitories

It had been an eventful morning to say the least. The initial plunge into this ritual of sex and decadence had been a resounding success. The X-men were officially committed to enjoying this festival with reckless abandon. It had been overwhelming for many. The notion that they would now partake in this orgy of lust took a while to sink in. After the impact of the initial ritual set in, the group dispersed from the main chamber to explore the elaborate temple. They maintained Amara’s strict guidelines of remaining naked the whole time. With the wine still flowing through their system, many were already entertaining the prospects of who their next partner would be.

Jean Grey casually stretched her limbs as she entered one of the opulent bedrooms in the dormitory area. Like everything else in the temple, it was organized with sex in mind. It was not like a hotel room or dorm. There were no dressers or desks. There was just a single king-sized bed with expensive white linens surrounded by a light transparent veil. This fancy bed was illuminated by a large window that was covered with elaborate white curtains that let in just enough sunlight to bathe the room in a warm glow. Using her telekinesis, Jean casually pulled the covers back on the bed and pulled back the veil in preparation for her next lustful encounter.

‘I’ve lived, died, and come back to life. I’ve seen the ends of the universe. I’ve harbored the power of the Phoenix Force. Yet when it comes to sex, I get the most satisfaction when I’m open in both mind and body. I don’t know what that says about me, but it’s helped me rebuild my marriage with Scott. It should help make this ritual all the more enjoyable.’

It was one of the many things she discovered about herself after her last near-death encounter. Her sex life with Scott had been pretty basic before his encounter with Apocalypse. It was put on hold completely while they were having problems. Then as they were rebuilding the Xavier Institute, she and Scott dedicated new energy to their marriage. That involved opening themselves up on levels that Apocalypse and the Phoenix Force had once closed off. This along with some begrudging help from Emma Frost made their sex life better than ever. In the spirit of this openness, she and Scott embraced this ritual. It not only provided new opportunities to explore their sex life. It also provided an opportunity to resolve old passions.

After the group dispersed, Scott joined some of the others in exploring the opulent shower facilities. She was tempted to tag along, but instead opted for something less elaborate. She already made arrangements for who her next partner would be. So it didn’t startle her too much when she sensed Logan sneaking up on her with a somewhat predatory demeanor.

“You should know better than to sneak up on a telepath, Logan. Your dirty thoughts of making me scream are a dead giveaway,” teased Jean, who didn’t even turn around.

“You should know better than to give me that look while everyone was scattering to hunt down their next fuck buddy,” said Logan as he closed the door behind him.

“What look?” she said obliviously.

“Don’t play dumb, Jeannie. You’re too damn lousy at it. We both knew this was going to happen once we agreed to this shit. Let’s not be ambiguous this time. We’ve done enough of that over the years and you’re probably as sick of it as I am.”

Jean’s expression shifted as she turned around to see a very naked Logan standing before her. She had to contain her lusts for the moment. The wine didn’t make it easy, but this was important. She and Logan had long dealt with unresolved feelings for one another. Those feelings manifested in kisses and passionate thoughts, but they never grew into anything more. Jean loved Scott and Logan was with Ororo now. Recent events helped them accept that. However, it didn’t mean that everything had been resolved.

“I didn’t plan on avoiding it, Logan. Not this time,” said Jean.

“Better late than never, I suppose,” said Logan, rolling his eyes.

“I was in a vulnerable state when my marriage with Scott was in trouble. It’s been a recurring pattern over the years,” she said as she walked up to him, “Whenever I’m emotionally vulnerable, you and I share a moment. Sometimes that moment is a kiss. Sometimes it’s something else. But even when I was feeling so lost, you never took advantage of me.”

“It wasn’t easy. That’s for damn sure,” he said, his eyes hungrily gazing over her nude body, “But if I had, would you have let it get to a point where we would be naked in a bedroom together?”

“No...probably not,” she replied, “I love Scott too much to let it get that far. But it wouldn’t have been easy for me either. That you can be sure of.”

“I don’t doubt that. Not with the way you keep checking out my ass.”

“In the latest of those vulnerable moments, you said something important. You said it would never work between us. And I have to know...what led you to that conclusion?”

“Why? You testing me or something, Jeannie?” asked Logan as Jean sensually ran her hands down his hairy chest.

“In a manner of speaking,” she said, unable to hide the lust in her tone, “But before either of us is too vulnerable, I’d like to know the truth.”

Once again, Jean was not making it easy for Logan. She had always been an enigmatic yet captivating woman. She sounded so serious. Yet as she asked him these questions with heartfelt honesty, she allowed her naked form to press against his. It was as if she was tempting him to see if he would just jump at the chance to have sex with her and not care about anything else. If this was indeed a test, he was determined to pass it.

“Well if I’m gonna tell you, it might as be while we’re both naked and you’re fondling my junk,” said Logan in a coy yet serious tone.

“I hope it makes this easier. Heavens knows we’ve endured enough awkwardness,” said Jean while gently twirling her fingers around his manhood.

“Ain’t like it could be much harder,” he went on, “I meant what I said, Jeannie. Even if I was tempted, I realized something when you came to me that night. When you kissed me, you did it only after you said how much you loved Cyke and how much you missed what you had with him. There was a void in your heart and you were looking to fill it in so many ways.”

“Not as many as you think,” she said with a touch of embarrassment.

“Says you,” he scoffed, “But I realized at that moment that what I felt for you was strong, but it wasn’t right. Cyke loves you. I love you too, but that love is mixed with an unhealthy bit of obsession. I wanted you in the right way for the wrong reasons. In the short term, we could have had some of the hottest damn sex this side of the galaxy. In the long run, it would have only hurt us both.”

“Is that why you encouraged me to make amends with Scott?”

“I know he can make you happy in a way I can’t. He’ll love you in a way I can’t. Even if I still think he’s a prick,” he said, as he slipped his arms around Jean’s waist and started feeling up her womanly curves, “I told you on Asteroid M that he needed to do some growing up. Well he wasn’t the only one. I’m an old man, but maturity ain’t one of my strengths.”

“The way you’re touching my butt makes that readily apparent,” said Jean with a light purr.

“That’s why I ended up with Storm. I can love her in the right way for the right reasons. Neither one of us has to be vulnerable. We can just be who we are and that’s enough. It also helps that she’s into crazy jungle sex.”

They each shared a playful laugh before a brief silence fell over them. During this silence, their touching became more heated. Logan hungrily squeezed the area around her butt while Jean traced a path around his well-toned biceps. Despite this touching, their demeanor was still serious. They had been avoiding this for a long time. It was fitting if not liberating to finally confront these feelings. It meant that now they could move forward emotionally. The only thing left was the simmering sexual tension.

“So...did I pass your little test? Can we get to the humping now? You got me pretty worked here!” said Logan, referring to the throbbing erection that Jean had evoked.

“I have no intention of working you more than I have to,” she said with a tender smile, “I wanted to know the truth and I wanted to lay this matter to rest. We’ve done that now. That leaves only one more issue to work through.”

“That better be the sex. That scent between your legs would make anything else pretty damn awkward.”

“Oh I have no intention of leaving this room until we work off any lingering lust between us,” said Jean in a more sultry tone, “But before your dick does the rest of your thinking, I have one last request.”

“Name it, Jeannie,” said Logan, now brimming with anticipation.

“Give me some of this jungle sex that Ororo so frequently brags about,” she said, “I’ve become more open to novel sexual antics recently. I’d like to see if I can handle it!”

It was a request in which Logan was happy to oblige. Jean Grey had come a long ways from being an insecure college woman. Now she was every bit as fiery as the cosmic force she wielded. He wanted her and she wanted him. Except this time, there was no ambiguity. They knew how they felt about their respective lovers and they knew what this sensual act would entail. So with no emotional baggage this time, Logan and Jean finally unleashed their lusts.

“If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get!” he said with predatory intent, “Better brace yourself, Jeannie. This is gonna get wild in ways you ain’t ready for!”

In a feral growl that indicated the animal within him had taken over, Logan devoured Jean’s lips in a hungry kiss. It wasn’t like the desperate kisses they had shared before that conveyed so many conflicting emotions. This kiss made clear that he was going to fuck her in a very primal way.

Jean surrendered to her more basic passions, allowing Logan’s instincts to guide him. As he roughly tasted her lips, he grabbed her by the butt and lifted her in his arms. Jean instinctively hooked her legs around his waist and hold onto his powerful arms, their lips never parting in the process. As they sloppily kissed, he practically ran her over to the bed and laid her down in a way unfitting of the opulent surroundings. Now on her back, Logan went to work tasting her naked flesh. All those fantasies were taking a form that his heightened senses could take in. He started by firmly groping her breasts with his hands while kissing down her neck. As he trailed his lips down her body, he let out more deep growls. His gestures were anything but gentle, but there was certain level of care involved in each touch. He was like an animal in heat that had found a willing mate.

“Mmm...Logan! So strong!” said Jean, already short of breath.

“Jeannie...” was all Logan could get out in his primal state.

He didn’t linger or tantalize her. Within moments, he had worked his way down the core of her body and was tasting around the wet folds of her pussy. Jean had to hold onto the headboard for leverage as Logan grabbed her thighs and lifted her waist so that her pussy was right at his face. With his growls growing deeper, he hungrily tasted her wet heat with his tongue. The scent and the taste was intoxicating. Jean had to hold her legs apart while he probed her folds, allowing him to taste her deepest depths. It triggered a wave of intoxicating sensations throughout her body. But he didn’t give her too much time to savor it. After only a few minutes of oral teasing, Logan laid her down and prepared to mount her.

“Here it comes, Jeannie,” said Logan intently.

With intensely focused lust, he held her legs apart and thrust into her. She was so wet from his teasing, yet it still caught her by surprise. The sheer force of his motions caused Jean to let out a high pitched gasp. She roughly gripped the sheets of the bed and braced herself. Logan remained propped on his knees while holding onto her legs. Through a series of heated grunts, he fucked her with the feral force that she so eagerly requested.

“Oh-oh-ohhhhhhhhhh Logan!” Jean cried out, “So...so primal!”

“Mmm...it gets better!” he said with a wolfish grin.

The former living weapon didn’t hold back. This was Jean Grey, a woman that was special to him in so many ways. He wasn’t just going to savor this feeling. He was going to make it memorable in every possible way.

It didn’t take long for Logan to build up a very fervent pace. Using his grip on her legs as leverage, he roughly hammered his dick in and out of Jean’s hot depths. He moved his hips with such force that it rocked the bed in ways it was not designed to withstand. Jean’s whole body rocked as well, her breasts bouncing with each motion. Soon her grip on the sheets wasn’t enough. She started fondling her own breasts, embracing the very primal mood of this heated act. This allowed Logan to raise her hips up a bit further and work her even harder. It also allowed him lean over and trace his lips back up her body, the hair on his burly form tickling and tantalizing her every step of the way.

So much heated humping along with so much fervent lust made it difficult for Jean to keep up. It got to the point where her moaning turned into sharp gasps. So as he roughly pounded his hips against hers, Jean made an effort to regulate her breathing. She knew Logan wasn’t going to slow down. If anything, it seemed like he was just getting warmed up. Eventually, he did slow down a bit so she could catch her breath somewhat, but it wasn’t long before he made his next move. Showing more predatory strength, he lifted her up from the bed and stood fully upright.

“Ooohhhhhhhh Logan! The bed! I don’t think it can take this!” she gasped, laughing somewhat even as she was catching her breath.

“Forget about the bed. Just keep bracing yourself, Jeannie,” said Logan in a low, lustful tone.

Left with little choice on the matter, Jean held on as Logan resumed his feral pace of thrusting. Jean hooked her legs around his waist and held onto his wild hair. She tried to grasp his arms, but she was so disoriented from her orgasm and all the heated thrusting that it was difficult to coordinate. It was almost comical, but Logan maintained his focus. Keeping a firm grip on his naked prey, he continued fucking in ways befitting of an animal.

For a few moments he just stood in the center of the bed, bouncing her up and down his dick. This rocked the bed in ways that caused the springs to crack, but this danger was vastly overshadowed by the sound of clashing wet flesh and blissful moans. When his arms got sore, he stumbled forward on the bed and pressed her up against the wall. More springs ruptured and the thin transparent veil that covered the bed was torn in the process. Yet Logan and Jean never slowed down. He continued working his dick in and out of her pussy at a heated pace, letting their naked flesh grind in a sweaty mesh of bliss.

They stayed in this position for a short while before parting briefly to change positions. Being pinned against the wall was a bit cumbersome so Logan pulled out of her briefly, allowing Jean to stand on the bed as well. Without missing a beat, he turned her around so that she was facing away and slightly bent over. Then he grabbed hold of her hips and guided his member back into her where he quickly re-established the rhythm. Jean’s body roughly rocked back and forth, her breasts swaying with each motion. She let out louder cries of delight as she started to really embrace this primal kind of sex. Despite struggling to maintain her breath, she actually encouraged Logan’s forceful thrusting.

“Uh-uh-ohhhhhh harder, Logan! Harder!” she urged.

Logan grinned as he heard her passionate cries. As he reached around and cupped her swaying breasts, he added a little extra force with each thrust. It allowed him to get in nice and deep, stimulating Jean in her deepest recesses.

They kept going at it in this primal pace for a good fifteen minutes. They remained standing on the bed for most of that time. While Logan kept hammering into her, Jean bucked her hips and arched her back to supplement each movement. All this forceful thrusting caused her to climax at one point. Even though Amara encouraged everyone to cum once with their partners, it was impossible to avoid. As she moaned in ecstasy her nails scratched down the wall and she bent over, almost to the point where she lost her balance. Logan managed to hold her up. He even lifted a leg at one point so he could thrust into her at an angle. This caused so much strain to the bed that even the frame started to fail. When they heard a loud crack, the whole bed shook and they nearly both lost their balance.

“Whoa! What was...” Jean began.

“Forget it, Jeannie! We ain’t done yet!” said Logan intently.

Upon catching her once again, they fell back onto the now damaged bed. It was now uneven in some areas, but that didn’t slow them down. Jean ended up on her hands and knees, resting on her forearms while Logan knelt behind her and kept thrusting into her. He steadied the pace for a few more minutes as he neared his peak. Jean was close as well. He could practically smell the extra heat within her womanly depths. He reached around with one hand and roughly fondled her clit to send her over the edge. As her back arched and she let out another heavenly cry, Logan slowed down and let the extra tightness of Jean’s throbbing pussy send him over the edge as well. It took a few more extra thrusts, but once he felt he let out a feral howl akin to an animal that had conquered it’s prey.

“JEANIE!” he roared with primal fury.

The frantic thrusting finally stopped as he released his manly load into Jean’s depths. Her womanly juices mixed with his in a messy yet satisfying mesh. They remained frozen in their position even after the sensations had passed, dazed by this most basic of acts. When Logan finally released his grip on her, Jean collapsed onto her stomach and Logan laid down beside her. So much heated body movement caused them to work up a healthy sweat. It also left the bed in a state of disrepair, but this didn’t seem to bother them. As they lay catching their breath, Jean and Logan exchanged warm smiles of contentment.

“Mmm...you’re an animal, Logan,” purred Jean breathlessly, “And a damn good man!”

“You gonna be okay, Redd?” said Logan, humored by her dazed demeanor.

“I’ll be better than okay once I catch my breath,” she said as she rolled onto her side to face him, “That was...more than I expected.”

“Told you you weren’t ready for it,” he quipped wryly.

“How does Storm handle it on a regular basis?”

“To be fair, she usually wears me out before I wear her out. And she ain’t the one with a healing factor.”

“Then she’s a luckier woman than I thought. And you’re a lucky man,” she said.

Upon collecting herself enough, Jean curled up to Logan and gave him a friendly kiss. It wasn’t mired in conflicting emotions anymore. It felt right this time. It made for a fitting yet exhausting way to finally lay these feelings to rest.

“So how are we going to explain this busted bed to Amara?” asked Jean in a humored tone.

“Don’t know. This makes two beds you’ve busted, Jeannie,” he pointed out, “And this time you didn’t even use the Phoenix Force.”

“Think she’ll be mad?”

“Nah, she’ll get over it. Besides, I doubt it’ll be the last time someone busts shit up during this crazy orgy ritual.”

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Private Bathing Area – Bathroom

Scott Summers wiped the fog off the mirror after having had a quick shower. The bathing areas in the New Olympus Temple were on par with any luxury hotel. They were clean, polished, and comfortable. Even a simple shower felt more invigorating when it was in a marble stall with specially designed spigots. It helped relax the X-leader in a way he hadn’t been able to in a long time.

‘Jean was right. We all needed this, but I needed this more than most. Between rebuilding the X-men and rebuilding my marriage, I haven’t had much room to relax. For once, I can’t afford to be too uptight. Now that Professor Xavier has lost so much credibility, everyone is turning to me for leadership. I’ve overcome the doubts Apocalypse instilled in me. I’ll need to overcome a lot more and if sex can help my marriage, then why can’t it help the team?’

It was sound logic. It worked for him and Jean. Before the Emma Frost affair, they weren’t even sleeping in the same bed. After his psychic affair with Emma (which also included some very sensual thoughts), he and Jean recommitted to one another. Almost losing her in the New York attack helped remind them that they still deeply loved each other, they went to work rekindling their passions. Ironically, Emma Frost’s unconventional therapy helped with this. They made love more frequently and more creatively than ever before. It was good for them both as a couple and as X-men looking to rebuild.

This new appreciation for sex made this ritual all the more appealing. Now that he and Jean were more open with their sexuality, they were more comfortable with the notion of sharing themselves with others. He already assumed that Jean would probably seek out Logan for a sexual encounter. This didn’t bother him since Logan seemed to accept his place in Jean’s heart. In addition, Ororo had been a great influence on him.

But if Jean was going to confront old flames, then it was only fitting that he did the same. That was assuming that those flames didn’t seek him out first.

“You haven’t been hiding your thoughts as well as usual, luv,” came a familiar British voice, “A curious psychic might believe that you’re leading them on.”

“You make it sound like my thoughts are devious, Betsy,” said Scott as he wiped himself off with a towel.

“It’s not too devious if it works,” she quipped.

His hair still wet and messy from the shower, a very curious and very naked Betsy Braddock approached the X-leader. She made sure the bathroom door was shut, allowing some of the steam to linger a bit. It helped keep his body covered in moisture, a condition that Betsy felt was very appealing for a man of Scott Summers’s build. She couldn’t help but be a little devious herself as she approached him, swaying her hips playfully in an act of temptation. It brought back memories of feelings that had never been fully discussed.

“So are we going to talk about it or are you just going to bend me over the sink and do me on the spot?” asked Betsy.

“That depends on how much the wine has clouded your thinking,” Scott replied.

“My thinking is plenty clear. It had to be in order to keep the details of this ritual from Warren.”

“Does he hold it against you?”

“Not nearly enough to justify changing the subject,” said Betsy in a more serious tone, “You’re not even trying to hide your thoughts now. You keep remembering back to that day when I showed off my new bikini.”

“Seeing as how you’re not wearing much less than you were then, I thought it would be a nice reference point.”

Scott grew more serious as well as he set the towel aside. He maintained this seriousness even as Betsy casually leaned against the sink in a way that showed off her legs and hips. He had always been good at controlling his demeanor even if he didn’t always control his emotions. Even with the wine stoking their lusts, Scott and Betsy were intent on having this long overdue discussion.

“You weren’t just showing off that day,” said Scott, “You were genuinely attracted to me, weren’t you?”

“I tried not to make it that obvious,” she said sheepishly.

“But you weren’t subtle either,” he retorted, “You didn’t care if it was in front of Jean. You didn’t care if it caused tension between us.”

“What can I say? I thought you were a real catch. You were everything I was led to believe made a good man. After having been controlled, used, and abused I was hungry for the complete antithesis of the Hand. I didn’t give much thought to who I was upsetting in the process.”

“Before my encounter with Apocalypse, I wouldn’t have given much thought to that excuse. I like to think I’ve matured since then.”

“That’s what Emma Frost says, although she takes full credit for it,” Betsy pointed out.

“She takes credit for a lot of things,” sighed Scott, “But even before Apocalypse, I couldn’t escape it. I was attracted to you too, Betsy. That’s why memories like you in a bikini are so prominent.”

“Memories have a way of arousing certain passions...amongst other things,” she said.

Lust seeped in through their serious tone. Betsy found herself tracing her hand up Scott’s arm and over his well-cut chest. Even though he maintained his poise, she sensed how much he wanted to touch her as well. But he held back as one would expect an uptight leader would.

“It always bothered me,” he went on, “We never really talked about it. Jean and I moved forward. You got together with Warren. It was never discussed.”

“In a ways I guess it worked itself out,” Betsy shrugged, “If anything, it prepared you for Emma. I hear she was much more overt than I ever was.”

“That’s another story. The point is that we should’ve confronted it. I learned the hard way what happens when you try to avoid certain emotions. It almost destroyed my marriage with Jean. Now that I’m the one leading the X-men, I can’t be that immature anymore. I have to be willing to confront the obvious, past and present. So I guess the best way for me to do that is to say I’m sorry, Betsy. And thank you.”

Betsy looked at him with a raised eyebrow. She followed his trail of thoughts here with the expectation that they would make small talk before they worked off those old lusts. She had no idea he would treat it this seriously. Moreover, the notion that he was apologizing to her and thanking her left her confused and conflicted.

“You’re...thanking me?” she repeated, “For trying to come between you and your future wife? Are you sure the wine hasn’t gotten to you, luv?”

“You’re a pretty powerful telepath, Betsy. You know that I’m being honest,” said Scott as he moved in a bit closer to her.

“I never doubt your honesty, Scott. I’m just a bit taken aback. I may or may not have been trying to psychically pull you away from your girlfriend. I’m not even sure what I was thinking at the time because I was in a pretty conflicted state of mind.”

“Like I said, I know the feeling,” he said in a more light-hearted tone.

“But I still don’t understand. Are you saying what I did was a good thing?”

“In the short term, no. You were on the same moral ground as Emma.”

“That’s not funny.”

“That’s not a joke,” Scott added, “But in the long term, you were fully justified in reaching out to someone. I did that with Emma and she took advantage of me. You didn’t do that when you had the power to do so. That’s why I’m thanking you.”

“Then what are you sorry about?” she asked intently.

“For not confronting this when we should have. It would have made things much easier for both of us. I thought that when you died we would never get the chance. This is as good a time as any to take that chance. And yes, I’m aware that includes us being naked in a bathroom.”

Scott finally allowed some of his lusts to manifest in gestures as well. He reached out and caressed Betsy’s face, cradling her Asian complexion and allowing his still wet form to press up against her smooth skin. It added to the sexual ambiance that had been building the moment Betsy set foot in the bathroom. Scott’s honest emotions added a different dimension to that ambiance. It was something Betsy couldn’t help but embrace.

“Well then...I guess if you’re going to apologize to me, then I should do the same,” she said with a smile.

“That definitely puts you on higher moral ground than Emma,” said Scott as he smiled back.

“I’m not doing it to one-up her. I’m doing it because I want to,” said Betsy with the same sincerity, “I truly am sorry, Scott. I’m sorry I tried to tempt you for all the wrong reasons.”

“I’ll accept your apology if you accept mine,” said the X-leader.

“Consider it done. Now as for thanking you for not holding my lurid actions against me, I think it’s only appropriate that I use more than just words. Being naked gives me more than a few options.”

Once again, Betsy was very overt. Now sitting on the edge of the sink, she slipped her arms around Scott’s waist and pulled him close so that he was standing right between her parted legs. Unlike that day with her in the bikini, Scott responded to her gestures. His manly form now looming over her, he slipped his hands down to her hips while savoring the touch of her skin very step of the way.

“I was hoping we could save that for when we just wanted to work off whatever lust we may have left, but I’m more than willing to be flexible,” said Scott in a deeper tone.

“Form what I’ve heard from Jean, that’s become one of your most defining talents,” purred Betsy, her voice now laced with lust.

“But once we do this, that’ll be it for the past, right?” he added, “We move beyond those memories and focus on moving forward.”

“That all depends on the memories we create now, luv.”

Her message was both clear and overt. She sealed it by capturing his lips in a deep, sensual kiss that triggered an outburst of lust. As they kissed, Betsy hooked her legs around his waist while he slid his hand up her thigh. Her pack was now pinned against the mirror behind the sink, which was still fogged up. The thick, moist air made for a very sensual environment and they quickly made the most of it.

As they tasted each others’ lips, Betsy reached down and roughly fondled Scott’s manhood. Just seeing her naked was enough to give him a partial erection. Some light stroking was all it took to make him fully erect. His desire for her quickly escalated. As they continued kissing, he adjusted himself a bit so that his dick was right at the opening of her vagina. Since she was only somewhat wet, Scott didn’t thrust right in immediately. He lightly rubbed his dick around her outer folds while using his skilled hands to massage her hips and butt. This helped get Betsy more aroused. It didn’t take long for her to crave his sex.

“Do it, Scott!” she said breathlessly, “Show me what you got!”

“As you wish,” he said in a low tone.

Upon slipping his hands back down to her thighs, Scott pushed Betsy’s legs open a little wider. Then with a rough thrust of his hips, he drove his dick into her pussy. The hot feeling of smooth penetration caused her to gasp. For a moment Scott savored the tight feeling around her vagina. He didn’t let that moment linger too long. Within seconds he started moving his hips back and forth, working his manhood in and out of Betsy’s wet folds. He went a bit harder and faster than he usually did when he was with Jean. There were no mixed feelings this time. There was only pure, unabated lust.

Grunts and moans quickly filled the bathroom. Scott kept Betsy in his firm grasp while he fervently pumped into her inner depths. She watched with in a dazed fascination as this once disciplined and uptight pretty boy fucked her with the fervor of true stud. This was not the performance she would have expected from someone that had always been so reserved. His recent strides with Jean really showed. Those rumors about their sex life were true. He really was a new man with newfound appreciation for a good fuck.

“That’s it, luv! That’s it! Ooohhh it’s so good! So bloody fucking good!” she moaned.

This helped to encourage the dazed X-leader. He looked so focused. He treated it like a mission of sorts and Betsy was the objective. Like any mission, he took to her with an intense determination that showed with every motion. Betsy marveled at his manly form, trailing her hands down his well-cut chest and over his arms as he humped her. His skin felt so smooth and clean after his shower. It soon escalated her own heated focus.

Betsy’s touching soon turned into more fervent kissing. Using her telepathy, she picked up on how he liked having his neck kissed and his chest rubbed. This evoked deeper grunts from the X-leader. He responded by using his powerful arms to shift her legs so that they were both pointed up at a near perpendicular angle. This allowed for a much tighter fit as he thrust into her. His focused thrusting grew so hearted that Betsy had to hold onto the sink just to stabilize herself as she was rocked by each motion. It got to a point where it was too difficult to keep their bodies steady.

“Mmm...you look uncomfortable, Betsy,” said Scott in his deep, focused tone as he slowed down for a moment.

“Not enough to make me want to stop,” she said intently.

“Then let’s make it easier.”

With the kind of coordination one would expect of the X-leader, Scott grabbed her by the butt and lifted her up off the sink. Betsy instinctively hooked her legs around his waist again and held onto his neck. She maintained a firm grip as Scott led her towards the bathroom wall next to the toilet and pinned her up against the marble tile. His dick never left her pussy during the entire process. From there, he resumed his thrusting. He was more forceful with each thrust, hammering up into her in a way that made her moan louder. Betsy closed her eyes and dug her nails into his manly flesh as her body slithered up and down the still wet tiles. It was so hot that her nails left marks on his flesh, but Scott didn’t seem to mind.

They kept going at it in this position until Scott’s legs tired. For a while Betsy stood on one leg with the other hitch up under Scott’s arm while he kept thrusting into her. They did it like this for nearly nearly five minutes. Then as they slowed down to catch their breath for a bit, Betsy shifted her body and bent over the toilet so Scott could get behind her. Upon grabbing a firm hold of her butt, he thrust back into her. He continued to hold one leg up a bit so he could get into her at just the right angle. They shifted around in this position for as long as their bodies could hold out. Eventually, Betsy drew close to her climax. With her hands pressed against the wall, she bucked her hips more readily as she urged Scott to make the final push.

“Oh-oh-ohhhhhhhh I’m cumming, luv! I’m cumming!” she cried out.

Scott never lost focus. He reached around and fondled her clit as he kept pounding into her. His pelvis smacked against her butt, their wet flesh clashing in a tight mesh. He could feel her inner muscles starting to contract. With a few more focused thrusts, he sent her over the edge. He watched as Betsy threw her head back and let out a cry of euphoria that echoed throughout the bathroom.

“OOOOHHHHHHH FUCK!”

Scott was a bit surprised by her choice of words. Betsy definitely had a dirtier mouth than Jean. It was still an effective way of letting him know that his mission was successful. He slowed down and allowed Betsy to enjoy the sensations, feeling her inner depths throb around his member. But she didn’t savor it for too long. Sensing that Scott hadn’t gotten his yet, she rose up off his dick and turned around. She then used the toilet to kneel over so that she was in a position to grasp Scott’s dick. Once in hand, she started to hungrily stroke it in an effort to get him off.

“You’ve made it so easy on me. Now let me return the favor,” she said in a sultry tone.

Scott stood upon shaky legs as Betsy worked her magic. As she roughly jerked him off, she devoured his member and thoroughly slurped along his ridged length. He was still slick with the fluids from her pussy. The wine enhanced the taste somewhat so that made it even easier. As Betsy bobbed her head along his dick, Scott grasped her head and let out deeper moans. He was almost at his peak. After only a minute or so of Betsy’s oral teasing, he got his release.

“Oohhhh I’m gonna cum, Betsy! I’m gonna cum!” he warned her.

“Do it, luv! Let it out all over my face!” she urged him while maintaining a firm hold on his dick.

Betsy positioned his dick right around her face as she gave him a few more strokes. When the feeling struck, Scott threw his head back and expelled a thick load of his fluids all over Betsy’s face. She caught some in her mouth, but most of it ended up on her chin and cheeks. She made sure to capture every last drop, slurping along his member one last time to clean him off. She looked up at him as he savored the feeling. When the feeling passed, he smiled in contentment.

“Wow...you’ve got talented hands, Betsy,” he said to her.

“I’m a ninja. It’s sort of a requirement,” she shrugged as she rose up.

“Warren’s a lucky man.”

“And Jean’s a lucky woman. You’ve made that point abundantly clear and I accept that now.”

“So...does that mean we’re even now?” asked Scott in a more serious tone.

“We will be once you let me use this shower to rinse off,” said Betsy in a humored tone, “You can’t expect me to continue this ritual with your cum dripping down my face, now can you?”

“Given the nature of this ritual, I’ll assume that’s a rhetorical question and leave you to your business.”

“Much appreciated, luv,” she said playfully, “I’m sure you have plenty more faces to mess up and I have plenty more activities for my hands.”

Betsy and Scott shared another smile along with a friendly gesture. It felt good in more ways than one to work through these issues. Now these old feelings and the memories associated with them could stay in the past where they belonged. The X-men had so few opportunities to lay such matters to rest. That made embracing this ritual all the more important.

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Sauna

“Mmm...mind churning out another round of steam, Bobby?” said a sweaty and content Lorna.

“Coming right up!” said an equally content Bobby.

Using his ice powers, Bobby formed a quick snowball around the central heater. It caused another round of invigorating steam to fill the sauna. It added to a very relaxing environment. It was not the kind of environment Bobby usually enjoyed. He was comfortable sunbathing in Antarctica thanks to his mutation. He still enjoyed saunas, just not as much as others. He originally didn’t plan on enjoying the one featured in this temple until he saw Lorna enter it.

To his surprise, she welcomed his company. She told him Alex was off exploring the pool with the others. It seemed like a subtle way of encouraging him to stay and it wasn’t just because he could fill the sauna with steam on a whim. It hadn’t been lost on him that he once carried a flame for Lorna Dane. He was certain that it wasn’t lost on her either. After his heated introduction to this ritual with Emma, there were plenty of beautiful women for him to pursue. For reasons he didn’t fully understand, he found himself pursuing Lorna first. Sitting naked with her in a sauna certainly heated up tensions in a way that even he couldn’t cool down.

“So am I just going to watch you lay there all sweaty and naked or are we going to talk?” asked Bobby, breaking the silence as the steam cleared, “Because I’m okay with either.”

“I’m sure you are. You were always an easy man to please, Bobby,” said Lorna as she sat up and fixed her hair.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“I didn’t say it was, but since you brought it up we may as well talk. I’m willing to listen if you’re willing to be mature.”

“Thankfully, having sex with Amara and being a little tipsy from this wine makes me less inclined to get upset,” said Bobby with a touch of humor, “I know I was pretty irritable back when you first joined the team and started stealing gazes from Alex.”

“Irritable being a synonym for emotionally crippling,” Lorna pointed out.

“Okay, I underestimate my maturity at times,” he conceded, “But I have to know...could I have had a chance? You know, if I hadn’t been so clumsy?”

This time there was no humor in his tone. There was an honest sincerity in Bobby’s tone. He didn’t show it often, but when it did it was hard not to feel something for him. Lorna felt it when she first joined the X-men. It reminded her that even if he was immature, Bobby Drake had a big heart. So with a little sincerity of her own, she got up from the bench and walked over towards him. She smiled as he stared at her sweaty, nude form. He even somewhat smiled when she sat down next to him and lightly brushed aside his sweaty hair.

“Bobby, I adore you. You know that, right?” she told him.

“Well I’m not going to argue with a naked woman now, am I?” he said with an awkward grin.

“You’re even nice enough to help make my point for me,” she laughed.

“Uh...how so?”

“Do you really think you could change who you are just to make it work with a woman? Even if she was naked?”

“Is that a trick question?” asked Bobby nervously.

“It’s a point I don’t think I ever made clear, although I probably should have,” said Lorna in a serious tone, “You’re a cute, lovable man who would rather crack jokes rather than take things too seriously. That’s who you are and I would never want you to change that. Not for me. Not for anybody. Even though nothing ever blossomed between us, that doesn’t mean you should second guess yourself. You deserve someone who will love you for who you are. I just can’t be that woman.”

Bobby had no joke to make this time. Everything about Lorna was so genuine. It was hard to imagine that she was the daughter of Magneto. She could make sense of the emotions that he struggled with. She could make clear feelings that had confounded him for years. It also helped that when she leaned against him, her breasts touched his arm. In the end it was comforting. There was finally a sense of clarity between them and it was long overdue.

“Damn, I feel so much better, but I still feel awkward,” said Bobby with a half-grin.

“Is that also because I’m naked?” teased Lorna.

“For once, no. At least not fully,” he replied, “It just feels like I should be smart enough to realize stuff like this. I shouldn’t have to put you on the spot.”

“I don’t mind. Some are just slow learners in some areas.”

“For me, I’m practically glacial...in more ways than one.”

“You’re making jokes again. That says to mean that you’re going to be just fine,” said Lorna.

Bobby’s smile widened. He turned to Lorna and allowed his nude form to lean in closer to her. His body was somewhat cooler than the surrounding sauna. It provided a nice balance that Lorna found herself embracing. There was also something else in his touch. As he leaned in, his hands drifted down her side and over her legs. Being this close to a naked woman in a sauna was triggering plenty of immature instincts within an immature man. Now that they had cleared the air between them, he didn’t have to be awkward with more basic gestures.

“Thanks Lorna. I’m glad you’re not the kind to belittle guy like me,” said Bobby.

“It’s hard to belittle a man that makes a sauna more relaxing than it already is,” said Lorna as she purred under his touch.

“Now if I can be immature again for a moment...I’d like to express my thanks in a way that should add plenty of steam to this sauna,” he said in a manly tone.

“Wow...that is immature,” she laughed.

“Is that a no?”

“Are you kidding? I came here to work up a sweat and I’ll need more than the heat to get the job done!”

Bobby shared her laughter. It was refreshing to hear Lorna making the jokes for once. She was either overly relaxed or overly affected by the wine. Whatever the case, Bobby took her joke seriously.

He cut the laughter short and turned her around so that she was now facing him. He then captured her lips in a sensual kiss, trailing his hands up over her breasts in the process. Lorna reciprocated the gesture by arching her legs over his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. She could already feel his dick swelling under her legs. His touching along with the steam got her aroused as well. Their sweaty bodies added an extra sensual feel to each gesture. They took a moment to simply enjoy such ambiance. Then Lorna slipped her hand down to Bobby’s growing erection. Using the light sweat from his body, she started jerking him off.

“Ooh! Is this your way of asking for more steam?” said Bobby in approval.

“By steam you mean...”

“I’ll show you,” he said wryly.

With Lorna still secure in his embrace, he pointed towards the central heater and fired another ice beam. This triggered another wave of steam to fill the sauna. It was so thick that it blinded them for a moment. During this window, Bobby slipped his other hand down between Lorna’s legs and started fondling her outer folds. It surprised Lorna in a wonderful way. She let out soft gasps of delight. Bobby always knew how to use his hands very well. They were slightly cooler than the surrounding heat, so they offered a very unique feeling around her pussy. This feeling helped arouse her while encouraging her to stroke Bobby’s member even harder.

“Mmm...my kind of steam,” Lorna purred.

She showed her appreciation by pulling Bobby into another kiss. As their lips wrestled, she started rubbing his member with more vigor while he fingered her inner depths more thoroughly. He used two fingers, feeling in and around her folds for all her sensitive areas. More of those cool feelings followed, which helped build up her arousal along with more sweat. Despite his powers, Bobby was sweating more as well. Along with the steam, it made for a very sensual feel. Both their bodies glistened with perspiration. They kept kissing and fondling one another until they worked up a healthy glow. By then their arousal was too much for touch alone to sate.

“Ready to heat things up even more?” Bobby asked her, now dazed with lust.

“I’m ready if the Iceman can handle it,” she said seductively.

“I may be the coolest X-man around, but I can definitely take the heat.”

“Mmm...prove it,” purred Lorna, “And fuck me while you’re at it!”

“Lucky for you, I can multi-task.”

Setting the rest of his jokes aside for the moment, Bobby slipped his arms around Lorna’s waist and pulled her onto his lap. She instinctively adjusted her body so that she was propped up on her knees slightly with Bobby sitting between them. He then transferred his grip to her butt and guided her down to his dick. She reached behind and gripped his member so that it was perfectly aligned with her wet entrance. Once in position, Bobby plunged her down onto his length. Her wet folds along with the dripping sweat from her body made for a nice smooth penetration. With the steam still lingering around them, Lorna began working her hips in a rhythmic motion while Bobby guided her with his arms.

It didn’t turn into the same heated romp they experienced during the first part of the ritual. This was a slower, steadier pace of sex. There was no need to get too fervent. They were already in a sauna and had worked up enough of a sweat. This was a more relaxing, invigorating experience. With each motion of their bodies, Bobby and Lorna savored the hot feeling. They continued feeling around one anothers’ sweaty flesh, throwing in some light kissing along the way. It allowed them to conserve their strength and draw the sex out. It seemed appropriate given how long it took for them to resolve these old issues.

“Mmm...hot enough for you, Lorna?” said Bobby through heavy panting.

“Ooohhhhh, hot indeed!” she moaned out, “Keep going, Iceman! I want it so bad!”

Bobby smiled as he watched her sweaty face contort to the blissful sensations. As her pelvis grinded against his, he wiped some of the sweat from her face and ran his hands through her exotic green hair. She looked so beautiful and sexy, a stark contrast from her family lineage. He continued to give her the feelings she desired while making sure the steam kept coming.

This simple sexual position was comfortable and relaxing. They were able to stay in it for quite a while, not making too great a push to finish. The steam continued to soak their bodies, making their skin feel wet and smooth with every movement. Eventually, their burning lust led them to crave more. When Lorna finally slowed down to catch her breath, Bobby lifted her off his dick and stood up. She rose with him and bent over, holding onto the rail near the heater for support. From here, Bobby grasped her hips again and thrust his dick back into her. He started rhythmically pumping into her, his hips slapping against her butt in a clash of flesh. He went a little it faster this time, focusing less on relaxation and more on satisfying their mutual lust. Along the way Lorna arched her hips and reached around to direct Bobby’s hands to her breasts. The sensations quickly grew as their sex intensified.

Bobby and Lorna maintained this position for a while, but not as long as the first time around. As the sensations grew, they drew closer to their climax. Bobby felt his coming first. As the feeling drew near, he thrust with more vigor. Because of the steam and sweat he got a little frantic at times, but this only served to heighten his desire.

“Lorna I...I...ohhhhhh I’m going to come! I can’t hold out much longer!” he gasped.

“Then don’t,” gasped Lorna, “Go ahead! Give it to me!”

Bobby tried to slow down so that Lorna could climax as well. However, she decided to turn the tables. Since he helped make this sauna so hot in more than one way, it was only fitting that she repay him. She pushed back from the rail and rose up, rising off Bobby’s dick for a moment. This sent him back into a sitting position. Before he could adjust himself, Lorna backed towards him so that she was hovering over him while facing away. Then while still in a standing position of sorts, she lowered herself back onto his member and started bouncing her hips vigorously. Her tight folds slithered up and down Bobby’s member in a smooth, fervent motion. He instinctively held onto her hips and leaned back, allowing Lorna to do what she needed to do. He barely lasted another minute before he got his release and sprayed her insides with his cum.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!” he moaned, “Lorna...that was great!”

“You deserved it. Hell, after everything you told me, you needed it,” said Lorna a she leaned back and turned her head so she could kiss him.

“Mmm...what about you?” he questioned, still in a daze, “Don’t you need it too?”

“So long as you use that special touch of yours, I trust you know what I need.”

Bobby grinned at the subtext of her words. Back when he was still trying to win her heart, he claimed that his icy hands had a special touch during intimate moments. This was his chance to demonstrate it. So without changing positions, he allowed Lorna to sit down on the bench between his legs. Now sitting behind her, he reached around and slipped his hands between her legs again. This time he fondled her with greater fervor, shoving two fingers deep into her throbbing pussy and feeling around the warm insides. He quickly pushed her to the brink of orgasm.

“Oh-oh-Bobby! Ooohhh so hot! You’re going to make me cum!” Lorna cried out.

“That’s not all I’ll do,” he said wryly.

As he felt Lorna’s inner muscles tensing around his fingers, he slightly iced his hands over. He made sure it wasn’t too cold. It timed it perfectly so that the resulting chill that reverberated through Lorna’s body mixed perfectly with her orgasm. It sent shivers through her body along with waves of pleasure. It was a perfect if not unorthodox way to stay cool in a steamy sauna.

Bobby kept his fingers buried inside her until the feelings passed. He actually felt her shiver despite the surrounding heat and steam. Once she had finished savoring the feeling, she turned around and planted a nice peck on his cheek to show her gratitude.

“Wow...that’s one way to stay cool in a sauna,” said Lorna with a content sigh.

“So it was hot enough for you? Or cold? Or...you know what I mean,” said Bobby, already back to his playful self.

“Still so playful even after sex,” she said with an affectionate tease, “Don’t ever change Bobby.”

“You know I won’t say no to a naked woman. Hopefully I’ll find another woman (that’s also naked) who will love that side of me.”

“Keep using that special touch of yours and she’ll melt in your hands...figuratively speaking.”

Bobby and Lorna shared another laugh. It was refreshing, having resolved these unresolved issues. The sex was a nice bonus. Not only did it provide Bobby the closure he needed, but it also showed that his powers came in handy during sex. This ritual offered the perfect opportunity with which to refine this skill.

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Temple Roof

“Food, sun, and sex...what more could a man with solar powers want?” said Roberto as he closed his eyes and soaked up some tropical rays.

There were many elaborate amenities within the New Olympus temple. Amara wasn’t exaggerating when she said that Nova Romans spared no expense when it came to rituals. Yet Roberto didn’t need fancy pools or elaborate amenities to enjoy himself. He needed only the sun and a cloudless day. It helped that the roof of the temple was set up with some nice padded futons and a few lounge chairs for sunbathing, but Brazilian mutant was content to just stand in the center of the roof and absorb as much solar strength as possible. He had a feeling he would need it.

Between missions and surviving the tutelage of Emma Frost, the New Mutants had little time for rest and even less time for good sex. Growing up as the son of a rich man in Brazil, Roberto used to have plenty of options when it came to women. His powers and his involvement with the X-men limited those options. It didn’t help that of those limited options he chose, some of them ended up causing excessive drama. Emma Frost preached from her own experience with Cyclops and Jean Grey that such drama should be avoided. She also noted that sometimes drama sought them out and they had to be ready for it.

“So this is where you ran off to,” came a voice from behind, “I should’ve known you would be up here working on your tan so to speak.”

Roberto turned around to see Tabitha emerging from the door to the roof. He was a bit startled by her presence and not because she was so immodest about being naked. This girl was once part of a drama that was never cleanly resolved.

“Oh uh...hey Tabitha,” he said, trying not to sound too awkward, “I thought you were checking out the pool with some of the others.”

“I decided to take a rain check. I figure there will be plenty of time for skinny dipping in between orgies,” she shrugged.

“It’s insane how much sense that makes.”

“I figured it would be just as reasonable to do a little one-on-one. Sam actually convinced me that this was probably the best time to get intimate in more ways than one. Might as well make something of it before Amara’s wine leaves us too incoherent.”

“Must have been pretty damn convincing,” scoffed Roberto.

“To be fair, I don’t think he had you in mind when he said it. But I certainly did,” said Tabitha as she made her way towards him, “For a while, we were on the verge of being pretty intimate. Just because we never went the distance doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about it.”

Roberto rubbed the back of his neck in another round of awkwardness. He had actually been hoping to avoid this until the wine clouded his senses. Neither he nor Tabitha ever discussed their brief fling during their stint in X-Force. As soon as she patched things up with Sam, they were both content to ignore it and move on with their lives. It was just easier that way and limited the drama within the team. That didn’t mean the emotions involved were resolved.

“I haven’t forgotten either, Tabby,” he told her, “I wish I could say I remembered it fondly, but it ended so quickly I really didn’t have a chance.”

“I guess part of that is my fault,” said Tabitha, now standing tantalizingly close to him in all her naked glory, “As soon as I had a chance to patch things up with Sam, I took it. I really didn’t give much thought to how much it would hurt you.”

“It didn’t hurt. I knew it was coming. I guess I just hoped for too much,” said Roberto, doing his best not to stare too much at her nude form.

“That doesn’t make it right.”

“It was easier for all of us. You’ve seen what love triangles have done to others. I didn’t want to be the Emma Frost to your Jean Grey.”

“Don’t insult yourself. You’re not that cruel,” she said in a humored tone.

“By the same token, I don’t want to this this ritual to open old wounds. We have enough as it stands.”

“No argument there, but some of those wounds still need healing. We might as well take care of it while we’re naked, intoxicated, and uncontrollably horny.”

Tabitha made her commitment to healing these wounds apparent. Even with Roberto’s body still glowing with solar power, she entered his warmth and allowed her nude form to make contact with his. The radiating energy offered a unique warmth that was very different from the hot tropical sun. It was the kind of warmth that she found very sensual. She made her arousal known by reaching out and tracing patterns around his chest. Roberto’s awkwardness soon faded, making way for new feelings that should make this moment much easier.

“I’ll level with you, Roberto. I was attracted to you in a very classic sense,” she told him in a serious yet seductive tone.

“If your hands keep going south, I’ll have no reason to doubt you,” Roberto quipped.

“That attraction had circumstances though. It came at a time when Sam was getting ahead of himself. He was working so hard to be a leader that he left me behind. I didn’t think he was going to slow down enough for me to catch up with him. So I didn’t fight it when things heated up between us.”

“But that didn’t last,” he pointed out.

“No...it didn’t,” she conceded, “And to your credit, you didn’t make a big deal of it.”

“It wasn’t worth getting worked up about.”

“No Roberto...it was,” said Tabitha strongly, “There were honest feelings between us and we never went all the way with them. We shouldn’t have ignored them and we shouldn’t keep ignoring them. We’ll never resolve these feelings if they remain incomplete. So with that in mind, I’d like to finish what we started.”

These incomplete feelings finally manifested. As Tabitha spoke, her hand trailed down to Roberto’s lower area. Now she was fully grasping his manhood while leaning further into his radiant warmth. Roberto instinctively responded by wrapping his arms around her naked form and grasping her butt. This intimate touching led them into a soft, sensual kiss. Their intoxication and lust mixed in with these unresolved feelings, leading to an outburst desires.

“You serious about this, Tabby?” asked Roberto before he surrendered fully to such desires.

“Let me show you just how serious I am,” she said in a deeper tone.

With her hand still on his dick, Tabitha sank down to her knee and prepared to convince him in her own special way. Roberto’s body had since stopped flaring, allowing her to more thoroughly fondle his manhood. She was careful yet through, causing it to swell. Once it was hard enough, she eagerly engulfed it in her mouth.

“Oohhhh! That’s pretty serious!” Roberto moaned.

Tabitha was definitely making a point. She made Sure Roberto didn’t move from where he was standing. She gripped the base of his shaft with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Using her talented tongue, she slithered her way up and down his ridged length. She started slowly at first, but quickly stepped up the intensity. Roberto let out sharp gasps as powerful sensations followed. His legs grew shaky and he held onto her head for support. Tabitha’s skilled sucking proved to be a test in balance. He managed to maintain this balance as she continued to orally tease his member. At one point she released her hand from his balls and started fondling herself. This helped stimulate her own arousal, allowing her to get nice and moist before Roberto’s legs gave out.

“Mmm...have I convinced you yet?” she asked after giving his member one last lick.

“Consider me swayed,” said Roberto with an affectionate smile.

“Does that mean you’re ready to be serious as well?”

“If by ready you mean having sex on this roof under the sun, I’m more than ready,” he told her, “And if that’s how we’re going to finish this as you say, so be it.”

Tabitha smiled as Roberto took her hand a rose her back to her feet. He then put the strength he gained from absorbing so much solar energy to good use by lifting her into his arms. She laughed playfully as he cradled her like a baby and carried her over to a nearby lounge chair. As he carefully laid her down, he positioned himself over her so that the sun was right behind him. This way he could shade her while absorbing more rays.

Now it was Roberto’s turn to make his point and Tabitha allowed him free reign. She laid back on the lounge chair, closing her eyes and allowing herself to relax as Roberto felt up her womanly curves and kissed down her neck. He made sure to give her breasts special attention, using some of his solar energy to make his hands extra warm. This helped to further arouse her. Roberto could tell she was ready with the way she shifted her legs.

“Come on, sunshine. Give it to me!” she said, her voice thick with lust.

Heeding her lustful cry, Roberto rose up and allowed Tabitha to part her legs. She once again showed off her flexibility, bending them back so that her knees nearly touched her shoulders. Roberto then positioned himself over her, staying propped on his knees and leaning over her naked form as he guided his dick towards her moist entrance. He teased her a bit at first, using his powers to make his member nice and warm like he had done with his hands. He playfully rubbed around her outer folds, adding to Tabitha’s anticipation. She was on the verge of demanding that he put it inside her. He managed to beat her to the punch, thrusting into her and feeling her tight depths with his solar powered member.

“Ooohhhhh! Your dick...it’s so hot!” squealed Tabitha in delight.

“The sun can be a hell of an aphrodisiac,” said Roberto coyly.

Fueled by both the heat of the sun and the heat of his lust, Roberto proceeded to have sex with her. He worked his hips up and down, driving his dick in and out of her pussy. He was careful not to thrust too hard. His strength from the sun could be pretty forceful. He made sure he was careful yet thorough. Tabitha’s high pitched cries of delight let him know he was doing it right. They eventually settled into a good rhythm with the sun providing some added heat to their sex in more ways than one.

Tabitha and Roberto proceeded to enjoy this rhythm and all the sensations it brought. As Roberto worked his hips, he leaned over and tasted her naked skin with his lips. At one point he grabbed Tabitha’s legs and held them up so he could thrust into her with more leverage. This caused her body to laterally bounce with each motion. She bounced so hard at times that she had to hold onto the sides of the lounge chair for support. It helped add to a very vigorous romp that they enjoyed until their bodies approached their sexual limits.

During this lustful act, Roberto kept using his solar powers to heat his hands and his manhood. It wasn’t so that that it burned her flesh, but it was definitely warm enough to feel a difference. This difference helped Tabitha build to a very unique kind of orgasm. As she felt it drawing closer, she started fondling her bouncing breasts. She also spread her legs wider so that Roberto could access her innermost depths.

“Oh-oh-so hot! So fucking hot!” she panted, “It’s gonna make me cum, Roberto!”

“Then I’ll just make it hotter!” said Roberto with a playful grin.

In an act that surprised her somewhat, Roberto leaned over and grabbed her by the thigh. Then in another act of solar-powered strength, he lifted her up in his arms so that he was now standing fully upright. Tabitha could only hold onto his neck with her arms and cling to his waist with her legs. His dick never left her pussy and once he had a firm hold of her hips, he roughly bounced her up and down his member. The added force of gravity along with the heat radiating from his body made Tabitha moan louder. In less than a minute, she got her climax.

“So hot! So hot! So...ohhhhhhhhhhh!”

Her arms and legs tightened as she got her release. Roberto stopped bouncing her and just held her in place, smiling as he felt her inner muscles contract around his member. The added strength he gained from the sun always came in handy during a battle and it came in just as handy during sex. Even as Tabitha’s body settled from her orgasm, he kept a secure hold on her with his arms.

Once the feeling had passed, Tabitha gave Roberto a nice kiss of appreciation. He also lifted her up from his dick, allowing her to stand again. Her legs were a bit shaky, still weakened from this special brand of heated sex.

“Hot enough for you, Tabby?” chuckled Roberto, his arms still wrapped around her in a lustful embrace.

“Hmm...in more ways than I thought possible,” she purred with a playful grin.

“That mean you’re ready to cool down?” he asked her.

“How can I? You haven’t got yours yet and Amara said we need to make our partners cum at least once.”

Tabitha made clear that she was committed to this real, using her hand to stroke his erect member as she stood in his embrace. She wasn’t gentle either. She firmly rubbed around the base and tip, evoking light gasps from Roberto. Since he so serious about confronting the drama between them, it was only fitting she return the favor.

“So how are we going to take care of this?” asked Roberto.

“Since my pussy is still throbbing and I’ve already sucked your dick, I was thinking we give door number three a try,” she said seductively.

“Door number three? You mean...”

“Do the math, sunshine. Anal is our last viable option.”

Roberto was surprised by such a suggestion, but was too intoxicated and aroused to give it much thought. He watched as Tabitha got back on the lounge chair and retrieved a nearby bottle of lotion. Amara must have planned for others to use the roof so she made sure there was lotion by every chair. It was a clear, slippery kind of lotion that was also non-toxic. So for all Roberto knew, she selected it with anal sex in mind. Armed with this lotion, Tabitha poured a large glob in her hand and rubbed it around her ass. She even shook it a little to further entice Roberto. Once she was lubed up, she got on all fours and gave her butt a light smack.

“Don’t be shy, Roberto. You’re looking at me as if this is the first time I’ve done anal,” she teased.

“Really? How often do you do this with Sam?” he asked curiously as he started feeling around her butt.

“Not as often as you think, but often enough to assure I’m good at it. Now are you going to second guess me or are you going to stick it in me?”

Roberto wasn’t in a position or a state of mind to question her. He was intent on finishing the job with this girl so he took her word for it. He got into position, remaining in a standing position while Tabitha arched her hips up so that they were level with his waist. He then grabbed hold of her butt, parting her cheeks slightly as he guided his dick towards her anus. He went a little slower than he had with her pussy, rubbing the tip around the opening as a means to gather up some of the lubricant. Once ready, he steadily eased his dick into tight hole.

“Ohhh fuck, that’s tight!” Roberto moaned.

With his hands on her butt, Roberto started working his manhood in and out of Tabitha’s butt. She gasped a bit at first since he worked up the rhythm pretty quickly, but she was able to adjust. Between her experience and the lube, the pain quickly subsided. Now intent on enjoying this extra tightness, Roberto humped her with the same vigor as before. The hot feeling around his dick was intoxicating. He didn’t even need to use his powers this time. Only basic biology was needed this time.

As Roberto plowed into her, Tabitha clung to the lounge chair. She allow her body to rock with the same vigor as before. At times she shifted her hips and arched her back, helping Roberto get into her at just the right angle. He reached around and held onto her shoulders so he had more leverage in his thrusting. It wasn’t long before he felt the orgasmic sensations built.

“Almost...almost there!” he grunted as he thrust into her harder.

“Go on! Fill me up, you big sun stud!” Tabitha urged as she clenched her rectal muscles to help send him over the edge.

“Just a...just a little bit more! Here I...ohhhhhhhhhhh!”

When the feeling struck, his knees buckled slightly and he had to lean on her for support. He clung hard to her shoulders as he shot a thick load of his fluids into depths of her bowels. It was a long, drawn out climax that felt all the more intensified under the hot tropical sun. When the feeling passed, Roberto finally relaxed his hold on Tabitha and withdrew from her ass. Since his legs were still weak, he had to sit down on the lounge chair. He would have fallen flat on his back if Tabitha hadn’t been there to catch him. She gave him some space so he could fall right back into her arms. While he caught is breath, they both shared a friendly embrace.

“Damn...you know how to ease a man’s tension, Tabitha,” said Roberto with a content sigh.

“I try to go the distance,” she shrugged as she affectionately rested her head on his shoulder.

“Sam’s a lucky guy. Now I know why he looks so in tuned at times.”

“I like to think I contribute.”

A brief silence followed. Roberto reached up and lightly grasped her arm as he turned to face her. He hadn’t forgotten the other purpose behind this heated sex and neither had Tabitha.

“So...does this mean we finished? Have we left any other feelings unresolved?” he asked her.

“After what we just did, I really don’t have anything else to add,” said Tabitha.

“Does that also mean we can stop being awkward around one another?”

“Only as awkward as anyone can be after they’ve had sex,” she conceded, “But by the time we’re done with this ritual, that awkwardness will probably be a moot point.”

They shared a good laugh as they continued to bask in the sun a bit longer. Roberto and Tabitha had addressed what they hoped to address with one another. They were content to spare themselves further drama. This ritual provided a fitting yet unorthodox environment for confronting such drama. Now they could both move on and focus on enjoying all the other opportunities that this ritual had to offer.

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Up next: The ritual is on and certain individuals find their own unique way of getting into the spirit.