Multiverse Networking

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I do not own the X-Men or Dungeons & Dragons. This is a work of parody created for non-commercial purposes.



Warning:

NC, Femslash, and other naughtiness sure to offend prudes.





Chapter 3



Wolverine reappeared only a few moments after Thrintun.



The mutant and the illithid were in what seemed to be an alley full of trash. When the mind eater turned around and saw that the (still) enraged Wolverine had followed him, he let out a shriek of frustration and fear. The hairless creature then gestured with its four tentacles and its remaining hand while speaking in a language Logan had never heard before (not that he was in the proper frame of mind to make such distinctions).



Suddenly a ball of fire appeared before the illithid and zoomed towards the X-Men. Wolverine made no attempt to dodge and simply charged into its path. The fireball hit him in the chest in an explosion of light and heat.



However, while the attack had burned away a large section of Wolverine’s T-Shirt and charred the flesh beneath to the bone, it had done nothing to actually stop the (now almost completely feral) mutant. Thrintun had no chance to retreat any further before Wolverine was upon him.



The telepath only had time for a brief scream of denial before the furious X-Men cut off his head with one deft swipe of his claws (showering crimson blood everywhere in the process).



However, that was not enough to satisfy Wolverine’s rage.

Long after Thrintun had died and the injuries he had given Logan had healed, the mutant was still slicing the illithid corpse into smaller and smaller pieces.



Finally, after what seemed like hours but may only have been minutes, Wolverine leaned against the alley wall, his anger spent, and his mind relatively clear.



All that remained of Thrintun was scraps of flesh, clothe, and a rapidly expanding puddle of blood.



Now that he felt like his head was on straight again (metaphorically speaking) he decided to figure out where he was.



The X-Men walked out of the alley, and saw ultra modern buildings on all sides of him. Bright signs (many of them neon lit) and posters in Chinese were everywhere. While humans with Asian features (most of them in Western style clothing) went about their business.



“Damn…I sure hope someone here speaks Japanese” Wolverine thought.







In fact Japanese was one of many languages widely spoken in Neroka. Which served as the capital of the linguistically diverse tiny Asian nation of Iberia.



The ruler of the country herself was conversant in that tongue, although she wouldn’t have been interested in speaking to Wolverine, for she was currently occupied by other matters.







Deep within the Presidential Palace (which was by far the largest and most ornate building in Neroka) in a set of rooms accessible only to the President, her family, and a few select servants, three women amused themselves.



The room they occupied was luxuriously appointed with antique French furniture, and its walls were painted a soothing light blue. The defining feature of the room was a large canopy bed, where the three women (including the President herself) reclined together.



The three women were quite different in looks, background, and species.



The female President was a drow, and like all her kind she had long pointed ears, jet black skin, and silky white hair. Her eyes were the usual (for drow) red, though they had a distinctive (almost metallic) sheen. While she possessed a pretty heart shaped face and a willowy figure, which were also common features among female dark elves.

Perhaps the most unusual aspect of her nude form was her bosom. For though her breasts were small by human standards, they were rather large by elfin ones and appeared quite ample on her slender ebony frame. Moreover, she had large (black) nipples and areolas, which were also uncommon elfin traits.



The President of Iberia’s name was also unusual. Because she had been born with the name Christina Lera, but she had always disliked her first name so much that she had it legally changed to her nickname (Chrissy) decades ago.



The woman on Chrissy’s far right had always been perfectly content with her name, Marian Casta, and differed from Lera a great deal physically too.



Marian was basically human in appearance.

Casta’s skin was pale for a Caucasian’s (although not freakishly so), her figure was voluptuous, her breasts were large and firm, and her hair was a golden blonde. Only the way her blue eyes seemed to glow and the two fangs in her upper jaw hinted at her non-human legacy.



The woman lying between Marian and Chrissy on the bed resembled neither female.



Jenny Calendar was an elf/Orc hybrid and her appearance reflected her dual heritage.

Jenny’s skin was a light brown, her ears were lightly pointed while her facial features were delicate yet sensual (except for the tiny, barely visible tusks that protruded from her lower mouth a bit) and her figure was muscular while at the same time voluptuous and clearly feminine. If someone from Wolverine’s world had seen Calendar they might have said that she had a build similar to the She-Hulk’s, but no one who could make that comparison was there.



Despite the fact that Jenny dwarfed the two women on either side of her, she knew that she was the one at a disadvantage, not them.



When she had let Marian take her home she had focused on the former human’s prominently displayed cleavage and compelling blue eyes, but she now knew that she should have been paying more attention to the woman’s fangs.



Now she was at the mercy of a female she knew to be undead and a dictator who was widely considered to be insane.



“Don’t worry child…I promise you will enjoy this” the tyrannical Lera said soothingly to the red haired hybrid by her side.



Then she rolled on top of Jenny Calendar and lightly kissed the larger woman. The black skinned elf felt warm and soft, and she tasted of strawberries and Scotch.



Jenny was so preoccupied by the little elfin ruler that she did not notice Marian Casta moving, until the blonde vampire sank her fangs into the hybrid’s neck.







The smart thing for Wolverine to do after he got his bearings was probably to go back (through the portal) to the Institute grounds.



The other X-Men needed to know that Logan had killed what he assumed was Todd Williams’s murderer, and that the murderer had got to the mansion via some sort of portal.



However, Wolverine wanted to find out just where he was before heading back. And if he was honest with himself, Logan had to admit he was in no hurry to go back to the Xavier Institute, for he knew that he would find it difficult not to hit Cyclops or go to Jean once he was there.



Wolverine still carried a torch for the beautiful redhead, and he was frankly disgusted by the way Scott Summers had acted.



He was hardly an admirer of Emma Frost, but to simply LEAVE the blonde telepath to face an enraged Phoenix, especially considering the fact that Scott was largely responsible for the situation…



Logan was hardly the most sensitive and caring of men, but he NEVER would have treated any of his female lovers so callously (at least while they were together).



So the current X-Men and former Canadian soldier wandered the bustling streets of Neroka.

While Chinese was the most widely spoken tongue in the capital city, quite a few people spoke Japanese, which allowed Wolverine to question natives about their land.



A lot of people gave him odd looks because of his disheveled appearance, but many were willing to answer questions.



They told him he was on Earth, in a landlocked country known as Iberia. This information, along with the fact that so many human tongues were spoken here, led the mutant to believe that he had traveled to a alternate Earth in a parallel dimension (which was hardly a new experience for the long time X-Men).



As Logan questioned the urban dwellers, he noticed a large minority of non-humans among them.



Most of the humanoids were very close to homo sapiens in appearance, except for things like jutting tusks, long pointed ears, inhuman skin tones, and red eyes. But regardless of their looks, it did nothing to hide their alien scents (which Wolverine’s enhanced senses easily detected).



These alien (to Logan at least) beings mingled freely with the human residents of the city, and in many cases the X-Men saw what appeared to be alien/human romantic couples. While such sights would have disgusted an Adolf Hitler or Graydon Creed of his world, it didn’t bother Wolverine. For he had hung out with beings from other worlds and other dimensions in the past, and the mutant’s own kind was often even stranger.



What bothered Logan were the black soldiers he saw almost everywhere in the city.



These soldiers were covered from head to foot in thick metallic armor, so that none of their features were visible, and they moved with mechanical precision. However, the mutant was far more interested in the scents that surrounded the soldiers than their looks. For they smelled almost overpoweringly of motor oil and preservatives, and had a faint scent of decay. Moreover, whenever Logan saw them approach a group of people, those people (human or otherwise) reacted fearfully (which told the X-Men a great deal about the military here).



His opinion of the troops went down even further when he noticed that a group of them was being led by a creature that looked almost exactly like the tentacled telepath he had killed in the alley.







Chrissy and Marian’s carnal games with the elf/orc hybrid had continued, and they were both currently ‘tasting’ Jenny Calendar in their own special way.



Jenny laid down on the President’s bed, with Chrissy Lera’s head between her thighs and Marian Casta’s mouth at her bosom. The vampire had sank her fangs into one of Jenny’s large breasts, gently sucking the blood from the tiny wounds her teeth had made in the teat. While President Lera’s clever tongue lapped at her womanhood.



Despite her heritage and formidable looking physique Calendar was not a brave person, and normally would have been terrified by a vampire feeding at her breast.



But Jenny’s brown eyes were caught by Marian’s blue ones. Unable to look away, as the vampire’s power suppressed her fear (as well as the pain Casta’s feeding would normally cause) and magnified her lust.



Lightheaded thanks to her blood loss and arousal, it took Jenny a moment to realize Chrissy had stopped her oral activities, and that the drow had moved away.



If she could have looked away from the vampire she would have noticed that the dark elf was searching through some drawers against the wall. The nude elf found what she was looking for and turned back to the couple on the bed.



Knife in hand.







President Lera’s smile was wicked as she approached Jenny and Marian.



The dark elfin dictator had silently observed her long time companion feed off Jenny Calendar for a few minutes, but she was no longer content merely watching anymore.



Marian lifted her head from Jenny’s breast to stare at the drow. Blood dripped from her lips onto the hybrid’s chest.



Now that the vampire’s powerful gaze was no longer upon her, the half breed elf felt the wounds in her neck and chest and noticed the wickedly looking little blade in Lera’s hand. A weapon that Chrissy used with shocking quickness.



Stepping up to Marian and slicing across her mound (directly above her vagina). Making a tiny wound that dripped crimson fluid upon her feminine portal.



But much to Jenny’s surprise, Casta did not react in anger, shock, or fear. Instead she merely gasped and then let out a low moan as the blood dripping down her groin began to take shape.



For like many of the most powerful vampires, Marian was a blood shaper. And as such, she could (after making a wound to let the fluid out) call forth her blood and shape it into various solid and semisolid forms (like knives, whips, chains, etc.) or even into living extensions of her own body (as she was doing now).



Calendar stared in shock as a semi-transparent crimson phallus began to take shape and emerge from the vampire’s vaginal slit. Wondering if it could possibly be what it appeared to be (and damning herself for ever being foolish enough to consider the undead female an easy mark).



Marian reached out and caressed her blood cock, moaning in pleasure as its pseudo nerves transmitted the exquisite sensation to her. Staring at the frightened hybrid all the while.



Then Marian moved in a blur of speed and suddenly the vampire was above her. The blonde was on her knees with her arms on either side of Jenny’s torso. Her soft (and surprisingly warm) flesh rubbing against the half-elf’s.



Casta lowered her body, and Calendar gasped as the vampire’s large breasts brushed against her own impressive bosom. Then she stiffened as she felt the older female’s blood cock at her feminine portal. Marian smiled as she thrust forward with her hips and the false manhood nudged apart Jenny’s vaginal lips before slipping inside.



The President gazed at her long time companion affectionately. Marian had always been so delightfully…aggressive.



However, despite her approval, Chrissy Lera was not content to passively watch. The pretty drow decided to enhance the experience for all of them.



The elfin sorceress quickly chanted a spell she had cast many times before.



Suddenly each woman’s mind was flooded with the feelings and sensations being experienced by the other women in the trio. Chrissy could feel Jenny’s heart thudding in her chest, Marian experienced the drow’s fingers caressing the area between her black thighs, Jenny felt the vampiric ‘penis’ being enveloped by feminine flesh, and a myriad assortment of other sensations.



Marian gasped from the sensation of being penetrated by a large cock. Then she turned her head to grin at the female spell caster. While sharing sensations was far from Chrissy’s only method of magically enhancing lovemaking, it was definitely the vampire’s favorite.



The black skinned elf moved to the bed and kneeled with her legs on either side of Calendar’s head. The orc/elf hybrid looked up and saw the President’s cunt glistening with arousal. As the drow sat down and it gently pressed against her mouth, the hybrid felt as though someone were kissing HER intimate flesh.

Jenny began to lick the folds of Chrissy’s sex, her mind consumed by the feelings of the other two females. The feminine duo above her gently kissed, the sensation of Marian invading her mistress’s mouth transmitted to the hybrid by the drow’s magic.



That one kiss was enough to send Jenny over the edge and the

half-orc cried out into Chrissy’s sex as she came. Her orgasm was shared by the two women using her for their pleasure, and Lera and Casta hit their peak simultaneously.



Exhausted and faint of breath, Jenny Calendar blacked out just as Chrissy was getting off her face.







Esme of the Stepford Cuckoos stood in the forest, staring at the portal as she tried to telepathically scan it (but her psychic senses picked up nothing).



Initially the X-Men and Professor Xavier had wanted to follow Wolverine through the portal when he had not returned. But before Cyclops could organize a search and rescue party, Beast had scanned the inter-dimensional portal and realized it was unstable.



So unstable that it might collapse if anyone else tried to go through it. As a result McCoy was now attempting to use the (alien) Shi’Ar technology he had access to in order to build something that would function as a stabilizing device. Once the portal was stabilized the X-Men planned to go after Wolverine.



Shortly after that Esme’s secret benefactor had psychically contacted her and told her to go meet her by the portal. Although she was leery of risking exposing her alliance with the woman (due to the fact that she was a known foe of the X-Men) by meeting her on campus grounds, Esme still needed the older female too much to deny her.



Besides, she assured the young blonde that she could keep anyone from detecting their presence, and she had done nothing so far to give Esme reason to doubt her ability or power.



“We need to discover what lies beyond this portal…if it leads to where I think it does it could be of great use” the elder telepath said.



“Well then its too bad that we don’t have someone to send through” Esme answered.



The older woman merely smiled wickedly in response.



“Hey wait a minute here…I can’t go through that thing…its unstable…it could send me ANYWHERE…or just KILL me” the Stepford Cuckoo protested.



“Don’t be afraid child…my power can stabilize the gateway long enough for you to go through” the other woman said a in soothing tone. Settling her almost hypnotic gaze on Esme.



“I don’t care…you told me those things eat psychic energy right…well I’m NOT going to a planet full of brain eating telepaths” Esme shouted.



The older telepath didn’t respond to the young mutant’s defiance with words this time, instead she psychically reached for Esme’s mind. The blonde telepath tried to keep her out using techniques she had employed to keep secrets from her sisters. But since the woman attacking her had taught her those techniques, it did little good.



“Arrogant young fool…do you really think that you can use my own skills against me…you have no choice…you will OBEY” the voice in Esme’s head boomed.



In desperation the young woman attempted to contact the other Cuckoos, convinced that not even the psychic before her could stand up to their group mind.



“NO…I DIDN’T AGREE TO THIS” the young mutant mentally cried as (against her will) she began to walk towards the portal.



“Fool…did you really think my help was free…you owe me a DEBT…and it is time to pay” the elder psychic telepathically answered just before Esme stepped through the inter-dimensional portal.