Jean & The Demon Lord
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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
10,459
Reviews:
8
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Jean's Release
Chapter Four – Jean’s Release
In the primal rush, the Demon leaned forward, "That's it Jean... look
at it..." he spoke, his other hand gripping his cock while she lusted
for it. The deep needy thoughts he sent to her, bonding his own mind
with hers, filling her with massive amounts of pleasure the more she
looked at him. While her pulled his hand down his own shaft, his
strong fingers gripped the head, sliding them slowly down to the base.
"You want to have it inside you don't you, Jean Grey" he stated,
"Fucked and taken like a little slut who needs cock! Finger that pussy
with the other hand! Get on all fours! Lets see what you can do!" he
moaned out. The entire upper body on him flexing with lust, watching
her, the tight abs adorning his crimson body flexed hard with each
lust filled stroke of his cock head.
"You feel it Jean" he stated, sending all of his lust into her, all
the need and all the power, to overwhelm her body needily. No mortal
had been so ready as she, no mortal would have been ready, it would
have put them into a coma or a feral frenzy. Instead, the Demon Lord
just watched her get transfixed on his member, his own eyes taking her
all in while he slowly saw her losing control.
"Moan for it Jean, tell me what you need!" he screamed, arching back
more, throwing his head back in the maddening total lust he felt for
her and was now sharing with her. Her own needs, wants desires were
now tripled with his own, binding her pussy to his cock.
Jean’s eyes were glued to his cock. So large. So maroon. It was as if it had a life of it’s own, protruding like an extremity, far too large to seem proportionate even to his demonic frame. And as his large hand took his cock, stroking it upwards and down, she could still see every protruding vein. Every glistening drop of arousal as it emerged from his mushroomed tip. Thoughts were beyond her control. All she could do was hear his words. His private questions. And as he body twitched in need of fulfillment, her lips deceived her, answering him in barely a whisper.
“Yes….”
Her mind wasn’t the only deception. Her body obeyed him like a child. She adjusted her body, getting on all fours like he ordered. Her hand didn’t hesitate. Her fingers buried themselves deep within her wetness, stretching and pulling at her tight little walls. She moaned as she felt the heat…the wetness within. The way her body ached to be filled with him. And the way her fingers were only a tease, waiting for the main act to begin. It was a game to him. One that centered around his own pleasure. And she merely a pawn to play with as he willed.
But the sensations grew with every long and deliberate stroke of his cock. Each motion made her muscles tense. Her lips form moans. Her ass raise into the air to allow her fingers deeper within her core. And all in front of his approving, glowing eyes. If there had ever been an ounce of embarrassment within her body it was gone. In it’s place was carnal lust. A lust so controlling that she began to move rigorously. Faster and faster her fingers worked. Deeper with every penetrating thrust.
His encouragement was almost too much for her to bear. His urging her to moan only brought forth screams of lust. Each movement made her envision his cock, sliding deep inside of her. Tearing her apart. Ripping her virginity out from behind her. And she liked it. No…she loved it. The freedom to release her frustrations. The need to explore herself as nothing ever had.
A frenzy overtook her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck. The force of his hands on her hips. The bulging cock deep inside of her. No longer was she imagining her own slender fingers. The illusion had shifted in his favor. He was in control. He was using her body for his every lustful whim. And she loved it. She craved it. She needed it. Her whole being shuddered at the sensations welling up inside of her. The wetness came in tidal waves, met with groans of ecstasy.
“Oh my GOD!!!!” she screamed, feeling her hips buck against the penetration that controlled her. Her whole body began to shudder. Her muscles went weak…then tensed up around her fingers. She could feel a wetness, something unlike what she had ever experienced. Wet….and thick, the fluid of release. And as her lips screamed out in pleasure, she felt her knees quake, losing their support of her body. She had only second to relish the pleasure. A moment that seemed forever lost in time. And as the last moan escaped her, she removed her fingers from her pussy, bringing them to her lips and licked the dripping nectar from them.
And then her knees gave way, causing her whole body to collapse to the ground in a wave of exhaustion.
In the primal rush, the Demon leaned forward, "That's it Jean... look
at it..." he spoke, his other hand gripping his cock while she lusted
for it. The deep needy thoughts he sent to her, bonding his own mind
with hers, filling her with massive amounts of pleasure the more she
looked at him. While her pulled his hand down his own shaft, his
strong fingers gripped the head, sliding them slowly down to the base.
"You want to have it inside you don't you, Jean Grey" he stated,
"Fucked and taken like a little slut who needs cock! Finger that pussy
with the other hand! Get on all fours! Lets see what you can do!" he
moaned out. The entire upper body on him flexing with lust, watching
her, the tight abs adorning his crimson body flexed hard with each
lust filled stroke of his cock head.
"You feel it Jean" he stated, sending all of his lust into her, all
the need and all the power, to overwhelm her body needily. No mortal
had been so ready as she, no mortal would have been ready, it would
have put them into a coma or a feral frenzy. Instead, the Demon Lord
just watched her get transfixed on his member, his own eyes taking her
all in while he slowly saw her losing control.
"Moan for it Jean, tell me what you need!" he screamed, arching back
more, throwing his head back in the maddening total lust he felt for
her and was now sharing with her. Her own needs, wants desires were
now tripled with his own, binding her pussy to his cock.
Jean’s eyes were glued to his cock. So large. So maroon. It was as if it had a life of it’s own, protruding like an extremity, far too large to seem proportionate even to his demonic frame. And as his large hand took his cock, stroking it upwards and down, she could still see every protruding vein. Every glistening drop of arousal as it emerged from his mushroomed tip. Thoughts were beyond her control. All she could do was hear his words. His private questions. And as he body twitched in need of fulfillment, her lips deceived her, answering him in barely a whisper.
“Yes….”
Her mind wasn’t the only deception. Her body obeyed him like a child. She adjusted her body, getting on all fours like he ordered. Her hand didn’t hesitate. Her fingers buried themselves deep within her wetness, stretching and pulling at her tight little walls. She moaned as she felt the heat…the wetness within. The way her body ached to be filled with him. And the way her fingers were only a tease, waiting for the main act to begin. It was a game to him. One that centered around his own pleasure. And she merely a pawn to play with as he willed.
But the sensations grew with every long and deliberate stroke of his cock. Each motion made her muscles tense. Her lips form moans. Her ass raise into the air to allow her fingers deeper within her core. And all in front of his approving, glowing eyes. If there had ever been an ounce of embarrassment within her body it was gone. In it’s place was carnal lust. A lust so controlling that she began to move rigorously. Faster and faster her fingers worked. Deeper with every penetrating thrust.
His encouragement was almost too much for her to bear. His urging her to moan only brought forth screams of lust. Each movement made her envision his cock, sliding deep inside of her. Tearing her apart. Ripping her virginity out from behind her. And she liked it. No…she loved it. The freedom to release her frustrations. The need to explore herself as nothing ever had.
A frenzy overtook her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck. The force of his hands on her hips. The bulging cock deep inside of her. No longer was she imagining her own slender fingers. The illusion had shifted in his favor. He was in control. He was using her body for his every lustful whim. And she loved it. She craved it. She needed it. Her whole being shuddered at the sensations welling up inside of her. The wetness came in tidal waves, met with groans of ecstasy.
“Oh my GOD!!!!” she screamed, feeling her hips buck against the penetration that controlled her. Her whole body began to shudder. Her muscles went weak…then tensed up around her fingers. She could feel a wetness, something unlike what she had ever experienced. Wet….and thick, the fluid of release. And as her lips screamed out in pleasure, she felt her knees quake, losing their support of her body. She had only second to relish the pleasure. A moment that seemed forever lost in time. And as the last moan escaped her, she removed her fingers from her pussy, bringing them to her lips and licked the dripping nectar from them.
And then her knees gave way, causing her whole body to collapse to the ground in a wave of exhaustion.