Festival of X

Festival of X

Chapter 5: Divine Roles

AN: I apologize for the delay in posting this chapter. I had a touch of writers block in some areas. I apologize if it shows. My good friend, Agent-G, was a big help so I want to thank him for helping me get this done. Otherwise, it would have taken even longer. If there are still errors and inconsistencies, please let me know and I'll be happy to fix or revise them. I appreciate everyone's support and suggestions and I hope it continues throughout this story. Enjoy!

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New Olympus Temple – Lounge

“This is getting ridiculous! How can you not be cheating, Gambit?” groaned a frustrated Sam Guthrie.

“What are you so upset about? I’m the one who had to give him a blow job for calling his bluff,” said Danielle, who still had the taste of semen in her mouth.

“Aw, now you just be acting like sore losers,” said Remy as he leaned back in an all too relaxed manner.

“That’s way too easy to say when Storm is going down on you,” he muttered.

Remy just shrugged innocently as he continued to enjoy the fruits of his poker skills. To his right was Ororo, who was in the process of making good on a bet she made. She leaned over his waist, grasping his erect penis at it’s base while skillfully suckling up and down his length. She was hard and thorough, orally pleasuring him towards another climax. Ororo proved to be a much better sport than Danielle or Sam. She showed much more enthusiasm as she played her part in this little game of theirs. It was a game that Remy had exploited to great effect.

Unlike the many other luxurious dwellings in the temple, the lounge wasn’t set up to be the site of any major ritual activities. It was a simple setup that provided everyone with a place to unwind and relax in between decadent romps. It had a series of plush couches, a few tables surrounded by cushioned chairs, an array of exotic plants, walls of various erotic art, and a few mini-fountains. Sam and Danielle were among those who found their way to this area. They were just getting around to processing everything that was going on when Remy and Ororo had shown up. That’s when it got competitive.

They entered looking as though they had just crossed paths in the hall and needed a place to act out their lusts. When they saw the two of them in the lounge already, they formulated a new idea. Rather than just act on their desires, they made a game of it. Remy retrieved a deck of cards from his trench coat and started a game of poker. The rules were simple enough. They would play a few hands in a best of five series and whoever won got whatever was in the betting pool. Except instead of money, they bet with sexual acts. It worked out all too easily for Remy. He practically swept the first two rounds, earning him oral sex from Danielle and then from Ororo. For Sam, it meant he had to watch and couldn’t even touch himself. It only led to more frustration as it appeared as though the Cajun was about to pop again.

“There you go, chere. Just like that!” moaned Remy as he ran a hand through Ororo’s elegant white hair.

“Mmf...still got some left, Remy?” teased Ororo as she gave his member some hard strokes.

“More than enough for you!” he said in a more labored tone.

Ororo got a little rougher with the Cajun, using both hands to really jerk him off as he neared another peak. She leaned in and gave the tip a few more hard sucks. This was enough to make him climax again. Unlike with Danielle, he didn’t release nearly as big a load he did the first time. Only a few light streaks of fluid shot out, but it was still a very pleasurable experience. Remy closed his eyes and moaned deeply as he enjoyed the feeling. Between the wine and winning at poker, he was having a great time.

“Well that settles round two,” said Ororo as she wiped the streaks of fluid off her face, “Whose turn is it to deal next?”

“Forget it. Ah don’t wanna play this game if it means Ah gotta watch someone else get all the action,” said Sam as he set the cards aside.

“So you’re just gonna quit while you’re behind?” said Remy, “Since when is that the mark of an X-man?”

“I think my odds in a one-on-one with Apocalypse are better than my odds in a poker game with you,” he scoffed.

“In addition, the stakes just don’t seem fair,” added Danielle, who didn’t seem too enthusiastic about another round either, “The girls have to give the guy oral sex while the odd man out has to watch.”

“Well Remy did offer his own oral talents in the pot before Sam here called my bluff,” the Cajun pointed out.

“Yet neither of you have had to make much of an effort,” she went on, “If we’re going to continue, can’t we do something to make sure that the women have a chance to have fun?”

Remy rolled his eyes. They still sounded like sore losers. It wasn’t his fault that Sam had a horrible poker face and Danielle readily threw away face cards. However, Ororo seemed more understanding. She took the cards from the table and started shuffling, leaving the Cajun to enjoy his winnings while she began a new game.

“I won’t defend Remy’s poker skills. Heavens knows that’s a losing battle if ever there was one,” said Ororo.

“Was that a compliment or an insult? ‘Cause Remy can’t tell,” said the Cajun in a humored tone.

“Why don’t you ponder that while I play a little mini-game here with Danielle?” she said as she scooted over towards where Danielle was sitting, “We’ll keep it simple. Standard high card draw. If you win, I’ll do something special in the spirit of fairness.”

“And if I loses?” Danielle questioned.

“You have to play five more rounds of poker with Remy and play by his rules without complaining. I’d say those stakes are more than sufficient, are they not?”

Danielle looked over towards Remy, who just shrugged innocently. It wasn’t a bet that was sexual in and of itself, but the threat of losing more poker games to someone who may or may not be cheating was pretty motivating. It made her a bit wary at first, but she trusted Ororo with a deck of cards much more. It was less likely to blow up in her face both figuratively and literally.

“Okay, I’ll take that bet,” said Danielle confidently.

“Very well,” said Ororo as she placed the deck on the table, “You draw first.”

“Ah’m rooting for you, Dani!” said Sam in an encouraging tone.

“Thanks Sam, but I can do without the pressure,” she said as she nervously reached for a card.

“It’s a game of chance, petite. Pressure ain’t gonna make a difference,” said Remy, who was interested in the outcome as well.

Danielle scorned the Cajun, knowing that she couldn’t expect much fairness if she got stuck playing more rounds of poker. Given her luck thus far, Danielle was a bit anxious to draw her first card. Unfortunately, her anxiety didn’t lessen when she saw her card.

“Three of diamonds,” she said with a disgruntled groan.

“Aww, tough luck,” said Remy smugly.

“What card do I have to draw to wipe that grin off your face?” said Danielle in an apprehensive tone.

“Take it easy, Danielle. I still have to draw my card,” said Ororo, offering a light gesture to calm her down.

“What’s the point?” muttered Sam.

“Well we won’t know until the game is finished now, will we?”

Ororo sounded much more confident than Danielle. Neither she nor Sam could bear to watch as she retrieved her card from the top of the deck. When she saw it, she first showed it to Remy before she showed it to Danielle. To their surprise, Remy’s smug expression faded.

“Two of clubs,” said Ororo as she tossed the card on the table.

“Whoa...I won?!” said a very surprised Danielle.

“Ah think you did!” said Sam as he grabbed the card just to be sure.

“So...what does that mean?” asked Danielle as she turned her attention to Ororo.

“It means I’ve lost and I have to make good on my bet,” she said with a mischievous grin.

“And just how are you gonna do that, Stormy?” said Remy as if he didn’t already have an idea.

“Oh I have a few ideas!”

Danielle watched with a mix of curiosity and intrigue as Ororo rose up from her seat. She took her hand and pulled her up from her seat as well. In a gesture that left Danielle somewhat stunned, the older woman embraced her in a very provocative grasp. Within that grasp, she pressed her lips against hers and slipped a hand between her thighs. Danielle let out a sharp gasp upon feeling her hard touch. Her shock quickly turned to desire. While she never had a strong attraction to women, she definitely responded to the sensations.

“Whoa...since when is Storm so bicurious?” said Sam as he watched with wide-eyed intrigue.

“Some femmes just have a lot of natural passion,” shrugged Remy as he admired the show as well, “Ain’t like Stormy be afraid to follow nature’s whim.”

Whatever her reasons, the two men were quickly enchanted by the sight. It was enough to start rousing their own lusts once more, but for the moment they continued to watch.

Danielle followed Ororo’s lead, allowing her to make good on her bet. The African weather goddess pinned her against the table, allowing her thighs to part wider so she could slip her fingers in deeper. She also started rugging the younger woman’s breasts, evoking more sharp gasps. It sounded as though she hadn’t had much sexual action lately. With this in mind, Ororo got more aggressive. She laid her down on the table, setting the deck of cards off to the side so that Danielle was now lying on her back, her legs draped over the side and more fully spread. Ororo made quick use of this position, lowering herself so that she had an up-close view of Danielle’s pussy.

“Try and relax, Danielle. The point of this ritual is to let go and enjoy yourself,” said Ororo in an encouraging tone.

“I trust your approach, Miss Munroe,” said Danielle with a weak smile.

Ororo smiled back before going to work again on her pussy. With Danielle’s legs now draped over her shoulders, she went to work stimulating her folds with both her hands and face. Being a woman, she was already familiar with the anatomy of a woman. Using both hands, she slightly parted Danielle’s outer lips and licked up her moistened slit. As she did this, she used her thumb to lightly stimulate her clit. She noticed that Danielle was a bit more sensitive than her so she was more careful than she would have been if she had been pleasuring herself. After some exploratory licking with her tongue, she found the younger woman’s most sensitive areas and began a more thorough round of teasing.

In short order Danielle was letting out moans of delight. She closed her eyes and slightly arched her back as the warm sensations filled her body. At first she was a little unbalanced, shifting erratically and adjusting her legs. After a while she got more comfortable. She started fondling her breasts spreading her legs even wider. All the while, Remy and Sam kept watching her intently. Their mere presence added an extra element to the experience for Danielle. So it surprised her when she climaxed much quicker than expect.

“Oh spirits! I-I think I’m going to...” she began, but she never had a chance to finish.

In a sudden burst of sensations, Danielle climaxed while Ororo’s tongue was still buried deep inside her. It happened much faster than it had during the initial ceremony, most likely because she was only now starting to fully embrace the ritual. Ororo was almost as surprised when she felt the inner walls of her vagina throb around her tongue. She eased up on her teasing so the younger woman could enjoy her release. By the time it was over she looked flushed with new energy.

“It appears you’ve taken to this ritual more readily than I thought,” said Ororo as she rose up and wiped her mouth of her fluids.

“It would seem so,” said Danielle sheepishly as she got off the table, “Is it normal to have a nice orgasm and then want another so soon afterwards?”

“It’s more normal than you think, petite. Especially when fancy wine be involved,” said Remy, who looked just as impressed by Danielle’s performance.

“Well I’m definitely feeling it!” she said with more enthusiasm, “Thank you for making me feel like a winner as well, Miss Munroe.”

“You’re quite welcome, Dani,” said Ororo as she accepted a gracious gesture from Danielle.

“At least one of us is a winner here,” sighed Sam.

Ororo offered Sam a reassuring smile. She could tell he was still somewhat frustrated by his lack of action. She also saw that watching her and Danielle go at it got him very aroused. His dick was fully erect and his losing streak against Remy had left him with little outlet. Since she had gone out of her way to accommodate Danielle, it was only fair she do the same for Sam.

“The game doesn’t have to end here, Sam. If you want, we could try a bonus round,” said Ororo.

“How so?” he asked, perking up a bit at this offer.

“We’ll do another high draw. If you win, you’ll get something extra special for being left out this long.”

“How special?” asked Sam intently.

“You’ll find out only if you win,” she said coyly.

Ororo retrieved the deck of cards from across the table and placed it in front of Sam. Like Danielle, he was a bit nervous given his recent streak of luck. But when he drew a card from the top of the deck, his face lit up with excitement.

“Ace of spades,” he said proudly.

“Then I guess that settles it,” said Ororo with a casual shrug, “Now it’s your turn!”

“And if it’s alright with you, Miss Munroe...I’d like to participate as well,” said Danielle.

“Really? Are you sure, Dani?” asked Sam, surprised that she was ready for more so soon after her climax.

“I’m more than sure,” she said with a new sexiness in her tone, “Besides, Amara did say something about multiple orgasms. I’d like to test that.”

Sam was more than happy to be her test subject. He was just as happy to be a winner for once. Just as she had done with Danielle, Ororo was assertive in making good on her bet. She pulled Sam up out of his seat and embraced him in a very sensual manner. She gave him a nice kiss on the lips, but this time Danielle got into it as well. It made for a triple-kiss of sorts, one that set the mood for what they were about to do.

Just as before, Ororo laid Sam on the table. This time, she skipped the oral teasing. There had already been enough of that with Remy during his winning streak. Now they were ready to switch it up and Danielle was eager to lend a hand.

“You’ve already received some oral treatment so why don’t you put Sam’s manhood to good use?” said Ororo.

“I’ll be more than happy. He’s been a good enough sport to deserve it,” said Danielle as she reached over and gave Sam’s dick a light rub.

“Says you,” said Remy under his breath.

Sam didn’t even hear the Cajun’s remarks. Regardless of his sportsmanship during Remy’s winning streak, he was enjoying the fruits of victory now and Remy had to watch him enjoy it.

“What about you, Miss Munroe?” asked Sam.

“Since I haven’t had much action myself, would you like to give me some oral treatment?” she asked, “You’ll pleasure me with your mouth while pleasuring Danielle with your penis.”

“So it’s like a double bonus!” he said with a grin.

“Try not to get overly excited, Sam,” teased Danielle, “You’ve won the right to be pleasured by two women. You still have to follow it through.”

“Ah’m up for it if you gals are!”

He sounded confident, which was more than enough to reassure Danielle and Ororo. Now certain in their roles, they got into their respective positions. Storm crawled on top of the table first and straddled Sam’s face. Danielle followed close behind, crawling onto the table as well and squatting over his erect member in a froggy style position. Sam had waited long enough for some action so he didn’t linger. He immediately started probing Ororo’s pussy with his mouth, causing some sharp initial gasps. While he was getting a taste for her womanhood, Danielle lowered herself down onto his dick. She was still a bit sensitive from her recent orgasm, but after only a few moments of adjustment she started bouncing her hips in a sexual rhythm.

“Ooh! So hard! So hot! Ooh I love it!” Danielle purred in delight.

“Yes...it feels good, doesn’t it?” said Ororo with a soft moan.

Danielle was definitely more into it. Her earlier orgasm only intensified her desires. Ororo smiled at the younger woman’s sudden burst of sexual energy. Sam seemed to share it, having been stuck watching for too long. He was in a focused daze of sorts, treating her pussy with an extra bit of care. He held onto her thighs and let his tongue do most of the work, swirling it around the outer lips of her folds and teasing her clit. This helped build her arousal further. Once she was nice and moist, he plunged is tongue into her and started to more thoroughly taste her. His experience with Tabitha clearly showed. Ororo soon found herself awash with sensual feelings.

Ororo’s more controlled sexuality was a nice contract to Danielle, who was simply riding him with great vigor. She dug her nails into his side, holding on as her pussy glided up and down Sam’s dick. She allowed him to work his hips a bit as well, thrusting up at times to get extra deep. But she maintained control of the rhythm. After bouncing along his length for a while, she settled onto her knees so she could work her hips back and forth. Her high pitched moans continued to echo over Ororo’s as she aggressively sought more sexual sensations.

For Sam, it was nothing short of heavenly. He was pleasuring two beautiful women and enjoying ever second of it. The tight feeling of Danielle’s pussy around his cock and the sweet taste of Ororo’s womanhood were more intoxicating than the wine. He definitely felt like a winner now. He almost pitied Remy, who had to just watch.

“Dang...Remy should’ve raised the stakes sooner,” sighed the Cajun.

Despite being left out, even Remy had to admit it was a pretty amazing sight. He continued watching it as in dragged on for a while with Danielle shifting her body at times to ride Sam in new positions. She proved pretty adaptive for someone who didn’t have much experience with sex. It was such an arousing sight that Remy started to get hard again. Despite receiving two blow jobs earlier, his penis proved resilient. Amara wasn’t exaggerating when she said the wine decreased the refractory period. It didn’t go unnoticed either.

“You almost look lonely, Remy,” said Ororo as she looked over briefly while Sam was still eating her out.

“You almost sound sympathetic, Stormy,” he quipped.

“Still got another round in you?” she asked wryly.

“Don’t know. It’s a little sensitive, but the blood still be flowing in all the right ways,” said Remy as he started stroking himself a bit, “Only one way to know for sure.”

Ororo grinned at the subtext in his voice. She could tell what he was suggesting. By now even she wanted some action. Sam had done a nice job with her pussy, getting her nice and wet. She craved a nice dose of man-flesh and since Danielle didn’t seem inclined to separate herself from Sam she decided to turn elsewhere.

“Thank you, Sam. You’ve done more than enough,” she said as she rose up off him.

“But Ah didn’t get you to cum,” he protested.

“I’ll take care of that myself,” said Ororo, “For now, I’ll leave Danielle to finish the job.”

“I can handle it, Miss Munroe!” said Danielle intently, “Come here, Sam! Let’s enjoy our winnings!”

Danielle silenced Sam from any further protests by pulling him up into a sitting position and crashing her lips against his. He put up no resistance, throwing his arms around her and feeling up her naked skin as she rocked her hips against his. Now with more freedom of movement, they could really savor this feeling.

While Sam and Danielle stepped up their sex, Ororo slipped off the table and approached Remy. He remained in his chair, still stroking his manhood to keep it hard. Ororo practically pinned him into his seat, grabbing his arms and placing them off to the side while she straddled his waist. Since she had done such a good job leading the way with Danielle and Sam, Remy ceded to Ororo’s sexual authority. She had been such a good sport during his winning streak at poker. It was only fair that he showed similar sportsmanship.

“You ain’t gonna make Remy pick a card first?” said the Cajun in a flirtatious tone.

“What’s the point? I know you’ll just rig the deck,” said Ororo as she sensually pawed his chest with her hands.

“You mean like you rigged it for Sam and Danielle?”

Ororo smiled in bemusement. Remy was still a thief at heart. She should have expected him to pick up on her little trick.

“What do I have to do to keep you from telling them I cheated?” she asked him.

“Remy’s in a generous mood. So I’ll let you decide how you gonna make it up to me.”

Ororo laughed playfully before kissing the Cajun in a deep, sensual kiss. As their lips clashed, she seductively grazed her pelvis over his dick. This further aroused and tantalized Remy, helping to keep him hard. He was a little sensitive due to his earlier climaxes, but Ororo was careful. After enduring this teasing for a bit, Remy reached in to embrace her so he could vent his lust. However, Ororo grabbed his arms and kept them pinned back.

“Just sit back and enjoy it, Remy,” she told him, “This is my game. Let me play by my rules.”

“If that be your hand, go ahead and play it before Remy folds,” he said with a touch of desperation.

Ororo didn’t tease him for much longer. Once he seemed to accept his role, she reached adjusted herself so that she was hovering right over his dick. Then using both hands, she steadily guided it into her pussy. Remy kept his arms to his side, letting his head fall back as he felt the hot tightness around his manhood. Ororo savored it with him, letting out a content moan as she felt his length stretch her insides. As she started riding him, she began to paw his chest again. She wasn’t quite as vigorous as Danielle, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable.

Games were soon forgotten. Lust had taken over. Each couple had sex in their own unique way. Danielle continued to maintain a vigorous tone that involved more rapid body movements while Ororo was more thorough in the way she rode Remy, making each motion count to maximize the pleasure. Sam and Danielle also got creative with positions while Remy and Ororo remained fairly consistent. They remained in an upright sitting position for a while to get a feel for each others’ bodies. Then Danielle leaned back on her arms and showed some flexibility, allowing Sam to rise up to his knees and rock against his hips. When the stretching became too difficult, Danielle turned on her side and encouraged Sam to keep thrusting into her at the same rate she had been riding him earlier. He was all too eager to measure up, rocking the table with his hard body movements while Remy and Ororo kept it steady.

“They gonna break that table,” commented Remy.

“Mmm...is that going to be a distraction?” said Ororo as she kept rocking her hips.

“It could be.”

“Then I’ll just have to distract you more!”

Ororo finally allowed Remy to use his arms again, grabbing them and placing them around her waist so he could feel her well-rounded butt. She always had one of the best butts in the X-men. It had much more curved than Danielle’s. By gripping and working it within his hands, he urged Ororo to move her hips faster. This allowed his dick to move more freely inside her vagina, adding to the sensations and helping them ignore the fact that the table was likely to keel over at any moment.

Danielle and Sam didn’t seem to care though. They kept going at it. At this point Sam had adopted Danielle’s burning sexual energy. She remained on her side with him holding her leg up and driving his hips forward. The wet sloshing sound of his penis plowing into her vagina intensified as he made an almost desperate push to reach his climax. Having had to watch Remy get his twice already, he was ready to let go. However, Danielle was just as eager to climax as well. Before he could get close enough, she was already nearing her peak.

“Oh spirits! I-I-I’m going to cum!” she panted.

“Just...just hold out a little longer, Danielle!” grunted Sam as he thrust harder in an effort to reach his orgasm sooner.

“I can’t! I feel it coming! I’m about to...OHHHHHHHH!”

It happened before Sam could fully catch up. She closed her eyes and arched her back, letting out deep moans of euphoria as her sexual release filled her with pleasure. Sam had to slow down his thrusting upon feeling the extra tightness around his member. Her vaginal muscles squeezed his manhood mercilessly. Had he been closer to his orgasm, he would have been able to share it. While it was nice to see Danielle look so satisfied, his dick was still throbbing and he was still in need.

“Still not ready to fold, Sam?” said Ororo through labored breath as she kept riding Remy.

“Ah uh...tried to do my part,” he said sheepishly as he pulled out of Danielle while she caught her breath.

“You can still get yours,” the weather goddess assured him, “Come over here and I’ll see to it.”

Ororo had proven more than trustworthy so far. Since Sam was still aching for his release, he didn’t question her. He left Danielle to relax while he crawled across the table towards Remy and Ororo. They were still in the same position with Remy sitting and Ororo straddling his waist riding him. Once he arrived, she rose up off him and turned around so that she was facing away. Remy remained seated, not missing a beat and thrusting his dick back into her pussy as soon as he was in position. As he started hammering up into her, Ororo directed Sam so that he was sitting with he legs draped over the table. From here she leaned over and grasped his dick with both hands. With almost divine skill, she started sucking him off.

“Ahh dang!” Sam gasped.

“Just relax, homme. Let Stormy do her thing. She’s damn good at it!” grunted Remy, his hands never leaving Ororo’s butt.

Both men entrusted Ororo to give them the pleasure they craved. She lightly bounced her hips to go along with Remy’s upward thrusting while slithering her lips and tongue over Sam’s erect dick. She demonstrated the kind of skill and poise that made her a great X-man and a great lover. She had both men moaning in near desperation as they each neared their respective orgasms. From the table, Danielle couldn’t help but admire Storm’s hold on the two men. She was taking them both on and making it look graceful.

“Amazing!” mused Danielle, “Even if it weren’t real, I could never make an illusion like this.”

After only a short while, Ororo had both men close. Remy’s thrusts were getting more rapid and Sam’s grunting was getting more ragged. Since Sam had gone too long without his release, he got his first. Ororo squeezed the base of his dick extra hard and suckled the tip to send him over the edge. When he felt it, he leaned back on his arms and held on.

“Ahhhh here Ah cum, Miss Munroe!” he exclaimed.

“Go ahead, Sam. Let it out,” said Ororo as she kept squeezing his dick.

Sam closed his eyes and let out deep grunts as he ejaculated a fairly large load of fluid onto Ororo’s face. She opened her mouth and caught half of it, but the other half covered the side of her face and chin. It was pretty impressive and Sam definitely seemed to be enjoying himself. Ororo looked up at him with an erotic gaze as she gathered his cum on her fingers and licked it up. It earned her a content if not astonished smile.

As she was finishing off Sam’s manly fluids, Remy’s thrusts grew slower and more forceful. This was getting Ororo closer to her own climax. In the midst of setting up this game, she had steadily built up her own sexual peak. Having made out with Danielle and been eaten out by Sam, she was ready to climax. Remy seemed to sense this and was making an effort to climax with her.

“You look like you’re gettin’ close, Miss Munroe,” commented Sam as he playfully ran his hands through her majestic white hair.

“I...I am!” she panted as she held onto the table, “You, Remy, and Dani...have gotten me quite ready!”

“Then go on, Stormy!” said Remy in between his hard grunts, “Get what a goddess deserves! Remy won’t be far behind!”

Sam leaned in to support Ororo as her breathing became more ragged. He gave her someone to embrace as her pussy slithered around Remy’s dick with greater intensity. He also fondled her breasts, paying close attention to her somewhat large nipples that had been fully erect since this game began. This helped Ororo reach her climax quicker. When the feeling washed over her, she almost went limp in Sam’s arms and her legs tensed. Both Remy and Sam were there to support her, holding onto her as she let out an orgasmic cry worthy of a goddess. For all her efforts to ensure this game turned out fair, she had more than earned it.

While Ororo was climaxing, the contractions of her inner muscles helped Remy reach his peak as well. It wasn’t simultaneous. Remy had to keep thrusting a bit longer after Ororo’s orgasm had passed. But he was still able to get his release. It wasn’t as intense as Sam’s. He ended up releasing only a little bit of seminal fluid, but the sensations were still every bit as blissful. Once they had all gotten their orgasms, the two men sighed in a mix of relief and contentment. Having done her job, Ororo rose off them in an almost triumphant gesture.

“There now. That was an exhilarating game if ever there was one,” she said as she stretched her limbs.

“Yeah...exhilarating indeed,” said Sam with a wide grin.

“So...who won?” asked Remy as he wiped some sweat from his forehead.

“Three orgasms and you’re still obsessed with winning?” laughed Danielle.

“What? Remy can’t be competitive with sex?” he shrugged innocently.

“Why don’t we just agree that we all won on some levels, but some deserve more recognition than others,” said Sam.

“Why thank you, homme!” said Remy proudly.

“I don’t think he was referring to you, Gambit,” said Danielle, “You didn’t take on all three of us at once like a true sex goddess.”

Remy rolled his eyes while Sam and Danielle showed Ororo their appreciation. The African woman smiled back, happy to have made this experience more enjoyable for her fellow X-men. It was clear that some needed an extra nudge to really embrace this ritual. As everyone got more comfortable, they could truly benefit from this unique opportunity.

“You’re quite welcome,” said Ororo graciously, “I think you’ve both shown me that you can handle this ritual in your own way.”

“I hope you’re right, Miss Munroe,” said Danielle as she got off the table, which was a bit flimsy.

“Ah know you’re right,” said Sam, “Except from here on out, Ah’m gonna avoid games of chance.”

“Aw, why do you say that?” said Remy as he got up from his seat, “We all got to be winners in our own way. Plus, the table held up nicely!”

As if to reinforce his point, he gave the table that Danielle and Sam had rocked so hard a good pound. It ended up being too hard. With that pound, the supports gave out and the table collapsed. It started Sam, Danielle, and Ororo almost as much as it started Remy. For a moment, they just exchanged humored glances. Then they burst out laughing.

“For once, you lose, Remy,” teased Sam.

“Eh, Remy will live,” he said innocently while the others kept laughing, “I doubt it’ll be the only piece of furniture we wreck.”

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South Temple Wing - Specialty Chamber

‘I still can’t believe I agreed to this. Yet somehow I was guilted into this. It would be downright laughable if I wasn’t here in this chamber, completely naked and completely submissive. Maybe Scott was right. Maybe the Hellfire Club didn’t completely destroy my capacity for guilt. It’s the only way I would ever have agreed to this. Damn him for making me care too much about the X-men. Damn him for making me want to be a halfway decent human being...that’s okay with ritual orgies, that is.’

Emma Frost wasn’t used to being in this position. More often than not, the roles were reversed. She was the one that dominated over others during sexual activities. It was part of what made her so successful as the White Queen of the Hellfire Club. She had left many aspects of that life behind and worked tirelessly to rebuild what was left of her soul. Being a teacher and an X-man helped a great deal. However, certain proclivities remained. Her love of overpriced fashion, exotic makeup, and outfits that flaunted her buxom beauty showed that she was still a sexual vixen at heart. So participating in a ritual orgy wasn’t too great a stretch for her. It was the role she had to play in this orgy that would prove challenging.

This role had her currently laying on a specially crafted bed in a specially designed chamber. It wasn’t as opulent as the other rooms they had seen. There were no windows, leaving the room lit mostly by an overhead chandelier. It illuminated walls lined with frescoes that depicted a particular realm of Hades, one where epic heroes had to prove themselves before entering paradise. In the center of the room was a special bed that was surrounded by plants and flowers. This was meant to convey the natural forces that the nymphs embodies. In addition, the bed had on it some special restraint consisting of yellow rope. Emma had just finished willingly tying her wrists in these restraints, which in accordance to this ritual was an act of submission. It showed she was ready to play her role.

“Feeling comfortable, Frost?” said Warpath with a not-so-subtle humor in his tone.

“Only as comfortable as I would be if I couldn’t telepathically wipe that smirk off your face,” quipped the former White Queen.

“I would tell you to lighten up, but I think that would defeat the purpose,” snickered Domino.

“You two make it sound too cruel,” said Warren, who was standing next to Domino, “From what Betsy told me, Emma agreed to this willingly. Now I’m as shocked as you guys, but she’s making a real effort here. Let’s not make light of it.”

“I’m trying not to, but given recent events even I’m not strong enough to resist,” said Warpath.

Emma rolled her eyes in exasperation. Even through Warren was standing up for her, she honestly couldn’t blame them for making a big deal about this. When Amara first proposed that the X-men participate in this ritual orgy, she definitely intrigued at the prospects. She had participated in her share of orgies during her time in the Hellfire Club and perhaps because of that the others made clear that she had to play a special role. It was a role she would not normally play under a non-sexual circumstance, but like it or not there was sound logic behind it.

Emma Frost was under no illusion. She knew that she did not have many friends within the X-men. She had been viewed with mistrust ever since the Genosha affair. Then when she tried to seduce Scott Summers, it left everyone even more suspicious. If she was willing to destroy one of the most celebrated relationships in the X-men, what did that say about her? Ironically, this predatory nature of hers actually helped rebuild Scott and Jean’s relationship. They acknowledged that and were willing to let her stay on the team, much to the surprise of many. While her status was still tenuous, she hadn’t shown much guilt over what she did. She hadn’t made an effort to show her dedication to the X-men either. That was part of what this ritual was supposed to prove.

The role of Jupiter’s Nymph was a role in this ritual that was usually played by a slave girl or someone who was in poor standing with Nova Roma. When Amara’s grandmother, Selene, was running Nova Roma, taking on this role usually involved rape. It had since become more humane. The role of the Nymph was seen as the role of one embodying a particular aspect of nature or sexuality. In this case, Emma was embodying penance. According to Amara, by accepting this role and offering herself to those she harmed the gods would cleanse her spirit. She had never been one for spiritual jargon. However, she didn’t deny that she needed to perform some act of penance in order to gain trust with the X-men. Given her persona, it was only fitting that it involved sex.

“So how is this going to work?” she asked casually, “Are you two going to take me at once while Neena here pleasures herself?”

“Hey! You think I just came here to watch?” scoffed Domino.

“I’d be lying if I said the idea hadn’t crossed my mind. If, of course, Warren here doesn’t mind sharing,” said Warpath as he turned to the winged mutant.

“I’m still a little buzzed from the wine,” said Warren, shaking his head at the sight of a submissive Emma frost, “I still haven’t gotten over how Betsy was able to keep this from me.”

“So you do mind,” Warpath surmised.

“I didn’t say that. I just...”

“He’s too much of a pretty boy and a gentleman to start gangbanging beautiful women on demand. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Dare I say, it’s an admirable quality,” said Domino as she playfully grasped Warren’s arm and slipped into his embrace.

“Uh...sure. I’ll take that,” said Warren with an awkward grin.

“In that case, James will have to be ungentlemanlike and take me on his own,” said Emma, still sounding remarkably casual despite her disposition, “If he can handle me, of course.”

“Are you challenging me, Frost? I don’t remember that being part of the nymph’s role.”

“So what if it is?” she quipped, “I’m obligated to serve every man here. Just because I have to play a role doesn’t mean I can’t do it my way.”

It was that kind of gaudy attitude that made Emma Frost so distinct. Even when she was in a submissive role, she put her own twist on it. She seemed neither daunted nor overwhelmed. The lurid look in her eyes seemed to challenge Warpath’s ability to play his own role. It was a challenge that the Native American mutant wasn’t going to take lightly.

“You really think I can’t handle you, Frost?” scoffed Warpath as his eyes gazed over Emma’s naked form hungrily.

“Very few men can say so. If I’m wrong, prove it!” she dared him.

That sealed her fate and Warpath’s. She was going to take on every man in this role. She might as well start with this man. Her taunting gaze never faltered as Warpath joined Emma on the bed and allowed his imposing form to loom over her. While they continued their lurid stare-down, Domino tugged on Warren’s arm to divert his attention.

“You do that, James. In the meantime, I’ll take Warren here and help him get over his gentleman-like attitude,” she said in a seductive tone.

“How do you plan on doing that? Keeping in mind that using sex isn’t too shocking at this point,” said Warren, who didn’t resist her advances.

“Oh I think you’ll find my luck extends to more than just shooting pennies from a mile away!”

Domino pulled Warren off to the side so he couldn’t watch Emma and Warpath too closely. She quickly pinned him to the wall, causing his wings to arc around so that she was partially encased in his feathery embrace. This seemed to excite her as she eagerly pressed her naked body against his. It excited Warren as well. He allowed his arms to drape over her naked skin, trusting that she knew what she was doing and she would get him into the right mindset.

While Warren and Domino were getting more acquainted, Warpath was preparing his sexual attack on the waiting Emma Frost. With her wrists bound, she was prone in a way that was alluring in it’s own right. Warpath admired this state for a moment, resting his hands on her face that was covered in expensive makeup and feeling over her equally pampered skin. As he touched her, he used his muscular form to lay her down on the bed. He placed her bound wrists up over her head, his tough gaze matching hers every step of the way.

“So how are you going to accommodate this perfectly crafted female body?” she asked him flatly.

“You’re the nymph, Frost. That’s for me to know and you to keep up with,” Warpath responded.

Emma smirked, as if to show she was mildly impressed. Since he had little chance of winning in a game of wits with Emma Frost, Warpath let his actions convey the appropriate message. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers in a somewhat forceful kiss. As he tasted her expensive lipstick, he allowed his muscular body to press down against hers. This way he could feel all over her exposed flesh. It was well-known that Emma had extensive plastic surgery during her days in the Hellfire Club. It wasn’t just her breasts either. Her skin was so thoroughly treated to be free of blemishes and unsightly hair that touching her was like touching something fake. However, this didn’t make it any less arousing.

Emma remained still as Warpath made out with her. She felt him slither his body up and down her exposed flesh, savoring her naked touch. She could already feel a growing erection pressing against his leg. As his arousal built, his touching grew more aggressive. With his powerful hands, he grabbed hold of her surgically enhanced breasts. She let out a sharp gasp as he gave them a good squeeze. As he rubbed them, he trailed his lips down until he reached her fleshy mounds. While still holding them firmly in hand, he llightly bit around her quarter-sized nipples.

“Ooh! You do have a plan, darling!” Emma purred.

“I was told you like having your nipples teased,” said Warpath with a smirk as he gave them a nice pinch, “I didn’t think you’d like it this much.”

Warpath gave her nipples more light licks and pinches, evoking more gasps from the former White Queen. To his surprise, it looked like she was actually getting aroused from this. It may not just be a result of the wine either. It showed that she was into this and capable of keeping up. So he didn’t spend too much time with such focused touching. After giving her nipples another pinch, he rose up and positioned himself over her abdomen so that his semi-erect dick was right in line with her cleavage.

“I was also told you like to use those breasts of yours in other ways,” he said to her, “Let’s see how strong silicone really is!”

The Native American mutant grasped her breasts again. This time, he lightly parted them so that he could slide his manhood between them. Once in place, he scrunched her large flesh orbs together. Because of their large size and the distinct hard feel of surgically enhanced breasts, it made for a tight fit. Within this tightness he began sliding his manhood back and forth within the confines. It quickly added to his urning sexual energy while helping his dick become fully erect.

While Warpath was getting acquainted with Emma’s body, Domino went to work on Warren with nearly as much enthusiasm. She started by kissing him with plenty of tongue while playfully rubbing her thigh up against his groin. She was very direct and vigorous, not unlike Betsy. Domino figured if he was hot for a trained ninja, then an assassin would work just as well. She definitely got the reaction she was hoping for. As she tantalized Warren with her gestures, his wings fluttered. This caused his feathers to graze over her naked skin.

“Mmm...I like how your feathers feel when you’re horny,” said Domino, “Is that a reflex or is that just your way of getting a lady hot?”

“Um...can it be both?” asked Warren with a humored grin.

“Whatever the cause, I like it as much as I’m sure you’ll like this!”

She gave Warren’s lower lip a slight nibble as she pressed up against him harder, causing him to fall back into the wall somewhat. As he leaned back for support, Domino dropped to her knees and grasped his growing member. She wasn’t nearly as playful this time. While squeezing his shaft with both hands, she devoured his dick in an outburst of oral lust. She used her tongue in a way similar to how she kissed him earlier. Warren grimaced at first because of how hard she sucked. After a moment or two, he got more comfortable and started enjoying the feeling.

“Damn! Your tongue...you’re right! I do like this!” the winged mutant exclaimed.

Domino looked up at him with an erotic gaze as she sucked him. While she slurped along his dick, he used the tips of his wings to tantalized her exposed skin. He paid special attention to the area between her legs, showing some skill of his own as he grazed his feathers over her outer folds. Domino enjoyed this so much that she used a free hand to grab the tip of his wing and rub it over her pussy. After a while she was practically humping it. Before long, she was very moist with arousal and Warren’s dick was fully erect.

Not far behind, Warpath was almost ready for Emma as well. He used her breasts to great effect. Since they were fake, they felt harder and less fleshy. It made for a somewhat artificial feel, but it was more than sufficient. Once Apache warrior was fully aroused, he pulled back and repositioned himself. He grabbed Emma’s shapely legs and parted them so that he could get between them.

“Ready for the next phase of my plan?” said Warpath, sounding as focused as he was during a mission.

“Given my role, I don’t see how my response matters,” said Emma casually through her arousal.

“I’ll take that as your snide way of saying yes,” he said with a grin.

Now propped on his knees, Warpath guided his hardened dick towards her waiting pussy. He didn’t tease her like he had done with her breasts. Once he felt his tip rub against her wet opening, he thrust his hips forward and drove into Emma’s depths. He felt her body arch as he filled her. She showed her sexual experience in the way she flexed her vaginal muscles around his dick. It was almost as if she was proving that she had a plan of her own and wasn’t going to let her role affect her capacity to take pleasure from sex.

“Fuck, that’s tight! This your other way of saying yes?” grunted Warpath.

“Like I said, I don’t see how it matters. Now shut up and fuck me!” said the former White Queen bluntly.

It sounded like another challenge. Warpath readily rose to the occasion. He grabbed hold of Emma’s legs just above her ankles and held them apart. Now in his warrior grip, he started working his hips back and forth. The wet slithering motion of his penis pumping in and out of Emma’s vagina was intoxicating. Every time he pounded into her, Emma’s body bounced. Her breasts moved along with each bounce, but in a less than fleshy manner due to their artificial nature. That didn’t make it any less erotic. It motivated Warpath to fuck her hard, not forgetting that this was the former White Queen and her submissive role was an act of penance.

It wasn’t quite as aggressive with Warren and Domino nearby, but given how much Warren’s feathers had aroused her it wasn’t too far off. After sucking him off for a good while, the winged mutant was fully aroused. Even when Warren seemed ready for the next step, she lingered because she loved how his feathers felt over her pussy. It got her so aroused she came close to climaxing at times. She managed to hold off so she could show Warren her appreciation.

“These wings of yours are good for more than just flying,” said Domino as she rose up, “I bet Betsy gets moist at the sight of a feather duster!”

“I don’t know about that, but I wouldn’t be surprised,” said Warren, now sounding more playful as he embraced a more lustful mindset.

“It definitely gets the juices flowing, but it doesn’t complete the cocktail.”

“Interesting choice of words, Dom,” he laughed.

“In this case, being juvenile is more than appropriate,” she quipped, “With that in mind, why don’t you pin me against this wall and give me a nice fuck before you take your shot at Emma?”

It wasn’t as much a challenge as it was an offer. Since Warpath appeared to be working over Emma pretty well, Warren eagerly accepted it. Domino made the first move, throwing her arms around his neck and hitching her right leg around his hip. This allowed his hardened cock to rub up against her moist pussy. Since she seemed to enjoy the features so much earlier, Warren wrapped his wings around her while taking her in his arms. Within this encompassing grasp, he turned her around so that now she was the one with her back to the wall. Using it as leverage, Warren gripped onto her leg and held it up so that he could work his way into her. As his manhood was encompassed by her tight sheath, they shared a lustful kiss.

“Yeah! Now you’re getting into it!” said Domino.

“In more ways than one?” grinned Warren as he savored the tight feeling.

“Definitely!”

They shared more playful laughs as Warren established a sexual rhythm. Since she was so aroused, his dick moved within her easily. He started working his hips in an upward forward motion, driving into Domino’s depths and building up the sensations. Her naked body moved up and down the polished wall. The cushion of his feathers made it easier. Warren wasn’t as rough with Domino as Warpath was being with Emma, but Domino made it clear that she could take it. She encouraged him with her moans and lustful gestures that she wanted to be fucked harder. Warren continued to oblige her while sharing in her provocative spirit.

While Warren and Domino treated their sex as casual fun, it remained more serious for Warpath and Emma. They both continued to treat it like a challenge of sorts. Warpath kept hammering into the attractive blond, putting in the kind of force that a normal man couldn’t muster. It wasn’t enough to cause too much pain or discomfort for Emma. It was more his way of making his sex with this woman memorable.

The whole time he fucked her, they remained locked in a heated gaze. Emma kept staring him down even as her body bounced vigorously to his forceful humps. This seemed to motivate him into fucking her good. She could definitely feel the difference. Even in a submissive role, the sensations were strong. They weren’t the most intense feelings she experienced during her long history with sex, but the pleasure was there.

“That’s it, James! Fuck me like a warrior! Fuck me like your life depended on it!” she said intently.

Warpath seethed with more lust as he kept thrusting into her, driving his dick to the deepest recesses of her vagina. He was penetrating all the way to her cervix with some of his movements. Yet she still looked as though she could take more. The erotic look in her eyes practically dared him to take it a step further.

Heeding her unspoken challenge, Warpath halted his humping for a moment and changed positions. With his powerful arms, he flipped Emma over so that she was on her knees and resting on her arms with her wrists still bound. The Native American than rose so he was standing with his knees bent over Emma’s butt. Without missing a beat, he grabbed her hips and thrust his cock back into her. Within moments, he was repeatedly pounding into her with the same fervor as before. This time he put his legs into it, helping him to go faster. He was making a hard push towards his climax and he was going to make the White Queen moan louder every step of the way.

“Hnn...you-you want to be fucked by a warrior?” exclaimed Warpath between his labored grunts, “Hang-hang on, Frost! This is how warriors conquer their women!” 

The Apache warrior was going all out. He fucked the former White Queen with the intensity that he approached battle, practically fighting his way towards his peak. Warren wasn’t quite as intense with Domino, but the tone Warpath set had not been lost on either of them. Domino actually seemed to encourage Warren to fuck her harder. At one point during their sex, she shifted her body so she was standing on one leg and turned to her right. This way Warren could keep thrusting into her and she could watch Warpath go at it with Emma. It made for quite a show and it was only getting more heated.

“Oohhhhhhh, Angel! Come on! Show me your warrior sex skills!” urged Domino as she practically clawed his shoulders for support.

“I-I-I can be your warrior!” said Warren, now trying to match Warpath’s vigor.

“Don’t just tell me! Show me!” she demanded.

With a manly grin, Warren rose to the challenge. Showing some warrior strength of his own, Warren used his arms and wings to lift Domino off the floor and hitch her over his shoulder. She laughed playfully, still enjoying the added feel of the feathers against her naked skin. She held on as he carried her over to the bed where Warpath and Emma were having sex. Warren then let her down and bent her over so that she facing Emma from the side. Upon regaining her balance, the winged mutant got behind her and parted her legs slightly before thrusting his dick back inside her. This time he had more balance and leverage with which to match the pace Warpath had established. He couldn’t go quite as fast as him, but he was still able to rock Domino’s body with uninhibited vigor.

“Uh-uh-oohhhhhh yeah! Having fun yet, Frost? You enjoy being fucked like this?” teased Domino as she gazed towards Emma.

“Mmm...I take sex more seriously,” she retorted as her face contorted to the sensations that Warpath’s thrusts incurred.

“Too seriously, from the looks of it! Allow me to help with that!”

Despite both their bodies rocking from their respective male partners, Domino was able to lean forward a bit and capture Emma’s lips in an erotic yet playful gesture. It caught Emma by surprise, but she wasn’t overly repulsed. Domino even put a little tongue into it, urging Emma to ease up a bit and stop treating this like a challenge. It helped to a point, but it mostly helped the two men watching them.

Sensing Emma relax under his powerful motions, Warpath steadied his humping. He became more thorough with his thrusts, focusing more on just working his length inside Emma’s pussy and letting the hot tightness lead him to his orgasm. It took a while to really feel it coming. Once the sensations around his dick started to intensified, he leaned over and grabbed onto Emma’s breasts while he made his final push.

“AHHHHH FUCK! I’M CUMMING! I’M GONNA CUM IN YOU, EMMA!” he exclaimed.

“Go ahead, darling! Finish your conquest!” said Emma after parting from Domino.

The former White Queen tensed her hips and flexed her inner folds, adding some extra tightness around Warpath’s member as he kept thrusting into her. As the pace slowed, he grasped her breasts and pinched her nipples in the same way that she had enjoyed so much earlier. After a few more focused motions, the Apache warrior let out deep grunt as he climaxed inside her. Emma let out grunt as well as she felt his hot fluid fill her vagina. She wasn’t able to climax herself, but she had been close enough to still enjoy it. The way he teased her nipples still sent shivers of pleasure through her body, helping add to the overall experience.

“You look...conquered!” grinned Domino through continued panting.

“Mmm...says you,” said Emma as she and Warpath caught their breath.

“That another challenge?” she said, her labored voice indicating that she was nearing her own orgasm.

“So what if it is?”

Domino’s grin widened. If Emma Frost was going to keep daring others to take her on, it was only fair that she get what she asked for. She looked behind to see Warren still fucking her. She could tell from the look on his face that he was ready to climax. Since she was getting close herself, she figured she might as well get the official nymph for this ritual involved.

“You hear that, Warren? She’s challenging us!” said Domino.

“Hnn...what do we do about it? I-I’m gonna cum soon!” said Warren as he slowed his thrusting.

“Let’s double-team her!” she said, “You take her ass! I’ll shut that annoying mouth of hers with my pussy!”

Her playful tone turned downright mischievous. She had fully drawn Warren into a sexual daze with her antics so he was in no position to argue. Emma was obligated to serve them all. He might as well get his turn while he was in this state of mind. He could always squeeze in another round with Domino later.

After a few more quick thrusts, Warren and Domino parted. Their sexual energy continued to burn as the crawled onto the bed and surrounded Emma. Having enjoyed his climax, Warren had since pulled out of Emma and rolled to the side. He gave them some space as he sat back on the bed and caught his breath.

“She’s all yours, you two. Show her what you got!” he said in an encouraging tone.

“Oh we will! You can be sure of that!” said Domino in a devious tone.

Emma remained in the same position, still leaning on her arms for support while she gathered herself for the coming sexual onslaught. Domino and Warren didn’t give her too much time to recover. Warren positioned himself on his knees just as Warpath had done earlier while Domino sat down right near where Emma’s head was resting. While Warren rubbed his dick around the outside of her soaked folds, Domino parted her legs so that they were nice and wide. She then adjusted her self so Emma’s face was right over her pussy.

“Let’s put that snide mouth of yours to better use,” said Domino firmly, “Eat me out until I cum.”

“Funny, I don’t remember Amara saying I have to satisfy the women,” Emma pointed out dryly.

“Not specifically, but she did say you have to be submissive,” she quipped, “And I’m saying outright that I’m taking advantage of that. Warren is going to as well. Since Warpath worked your snatch over pretty good, he’s going to fuck your ass.”

“I am?” said Warren, still in a daze.

“Why not? If she’s going to be serving everybody in this role, she might as well make use of all her holes.”

Her logic was devious, but Warren couldn’t help but be tempted. While preparing to enter Emma, he saw plenty of cum still dripping from her pussy. He started rubbing some of that fluid around her asshole. He would have been reluctant with most women, but this was Emma Frost. This was a woman who had screwed the X-men over in more ways than one. She almost screwed his best friends over in Scott and Jean. It wasn’t the most fitting punishment, but it was something.

“Emma...” said Warren in a tone wrought with lust.

“Go on, darling. I’ve done it before. I can take it,” assured Emma.

“You heard her! Have at it!” urged Domino, “While you’re at it, show her how you use those wings of yours! See if you can make her cum!”

“Now you’re challenging me?” said the winged mutant.

“Don’t tell me you can’t rise to the occasion!”

Warren fell silent. Taking on a new sense of determination, he prepared to make his move. He use his fingers to smear some cum around her hole for at least some lubrication. Once he was ready, he grabbed her perfectly shaped ass and guided his dick towards it. Having done anal with Betsy before, he usually took it easy when he entered. But this wasn’t Betsy. This was Emma Frost. With this in mind, he inserted his penis into her ass with one hard thrust. It caused Emma’s face to contort in discomfort, even though she was used to this. As she adjusted to this feeling, Domino made her move as well. She took grabbed the former White Queen by the head and forced her head into her snatch.

“Oh fuck, that’s tight!” Warren grunted.

“Yeah! Make her moan, Angel!” urged Domino, “It helps things on my end as well!”

Emma Frost was silenced in a way that she was not used to. As Warren’s dick stretched her rectal muscles, she was compelled to orally tease Domino’s outer folds. It served as a distraction of sorts from the discomfort. This wasn’t the first time she had gone down on a woman, but it usually wasn’t under these circumstances. Even so, she continued to play her role as the submissive nymph.

With no further remarks from the White Queen, Warren and Domino went at it with her. Warren built up a sexual pace similar to the one he had earlier. He eagerly worked his cock in and out of her ass, enjoying the thigh feeling around his manhood. Emma seemed to adjust and arched her hips somewhat, allowing him to thrust in at just the right angle. The vigor with which he fucked her ass seemed to fuel the vigor with which she ate out Domino. She showed some skilled hands with how she fingered her outer folds and licked up her wet slit. It wasn’t long before Domino was leaning back on one arm, moaning in delight as the sensations that followed.

In an effort not to leave Emma completely out in the cold, Warren took Domino’s advice and used his wings to supplement the feeling. While he was plowing into her ass, he used his feathery form to reach around and stimulate the area over Emma’s pussy. It was still dripping with Warpath’s cum, but it was also still clearly aroused. Just as Domino had been very aroused by this feeling earlier, Emma responded similarly. She let out sharp moans that were muffled as she remained immersed in Domino’s pussy.

“Ooh! I think she likes it!” said Domino as she felt Emma’s reaction.

“Mmm...then she’ll like this!” grinned Warren, now fully immersed in this feeling.

The winged mutant stepped up his humping, pounding his pelvis against her ass and driving his manhood into her depths. With each movement, he more thoroughly grazed his feathers over her outer folds. He showed remarkable precision in his ability to stimulate her clit while lightly flicking the tips into her dripping folds. This got an even stronger reaction from Emma. It actually sounded like she was on the verge of climaxing a few times. It encouraged her to be more thorough in her oral teasing with Domino, leading to more desperate moans as the sensations escalated. As a result, Domino and Warren’s romp with Emma didn’t last quite as long as Warpath’s. After sustaining this rhythm for a brief period, they were all ready to climax.

Warren peaked first. He quickly eased his thrusts as his grunts became more labored. Emma sensed this and clenched her rectal muscles to help finish the job. When the feeling hit, Warren threw his head back and let out a deep moan. As the sensations coursed through him, he unloaded a stream of his manly fluid into Emma’s depths. These sensations also caused his wings to flutter. In doing so the feathers that were stimulating Emma’s pussy became more active. As a result, Emma ended up climaxing as well. It was unexpected, but between his feathers and the way his dick filled her ass it was unavoidable.

“Mmmfh!” she moaned, her orgasmic cries muffled due to her face still being buried in Domino’s pussy.

“Ooh, you were right! She did like it! I like it too!” said Domino, her gasps sounding as though she was about to climax as well.

Even as her pussy throbbed with orgasmic sensations, Emma kept licking and teasing Domino’s folds. Her orgasm seemed to energize her. She continued her oral assault after Warren pulled out of her and sat back to catch his breath. After only a minute or so, she sent Domino over the edge. When the feeling hit, the trained assassin arched her body and leaned back on her arms as she let out a cry of euphoria.

“Oooohhhhhh fuck I love it!” she exclaimed.

Emma kept her tongue inside Domino’s depths as her inner muscles contracted to the sensation. It was her way of rising to the challenge as well. Once the sensations passed, Domino laid back on the bed and enjoyed the lingering orgasmic feelings. This allowed the former White Queen to finally rise up to gather herself. With cum now dripping from her pussy and ass, she had to clean herself up a bit. Warpath, who had been watching the whole time, helped by retrieving some wipes that had been stashed in a nearby drawer.

“You play this role pretty well, Emma. You took all three of us on and got off yourself,” Warpath commented as he handed her the wipes.

“Don’t get too used to it. This kind of generosity on my part is exceedingly rare,” she said as she took the wipes to clean herself off.

“Generosity? Is that what you’re calling this?” said Warren in a humored tone.

“I’d use much harsher words, but since your feathers gave me an orgasm I’ll mind my manners.”

“Should I be honored?” the winged mutant snickered.

“I would. That’s probably the best compliment you’ll get from her,” said Domino.

“Don’t tell me you were expecting more,” Emma scoffed, “I already ate you out while taking two dicks. I think my role for you has officially passed. Whether or not you call it generosity, it’s better for all of us if you just accept it. That way we can get long during and after this festival of decadence.”

She still sounded as coarse as ever. They couldn’t expect anything less from Emma Frost. That’s why Warren, Warpath, and Domino were okay with accepting this lurid act as a token of her penance. She had done her part and given her ability to push peoples’ buttons, it was easier this way. They had their fun and unlike Emma, they were free to find their own roles in this ritual.

“Fine, we won’t belabor it any further, Emma,” said Warren as he, Domino, and Warpath got off the bed.

“Thought it is tempting,” said Domino under her breath.

“Then go ahead and exercise your libido elsewhere. I have more so-called generosity to share,” said Emma, shooing them off with a less-than-friendly gesture.

Warren, Domino, and Warpath didn’t say another word as they left the chamber. Having had their fun, they were ready to explore this ritual in other ways. Emma clearly had her work cut out for her. Even with the help of the wine, she had plenty of men (and maybe even a few women) left to satisfy.

“She’s gonna be a busy bimbo,” snickered Domino as the exited the chamber.

“No kidding,” said Warpath, “Too bad Beast isn’t here for this. He’s really missing out on all the action!”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry,” said Warren, “I’m sure Hank has his own way of enjoying himself.”

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Xavier Institute - Hank’s Room

“Uh-uh-more Hank! Give me more! I want to cum again, damn it!”

The impassioned if not commanding cries of Abigail Brand echoed throughout Hank’s usually quiet room. It turned out she was as demanding in the bedroom as she was as an agent of SWORD. It was a rare instance where her feral instincts eclipsed that of Hank McCoy’s. In a strange way that was part of what made their relationship work and it made this time they had extra special.

Not long after the team left for Nova Roma, Agent Brand showed up at the institute. She wasted no time in taking advantage of a fairly empty mansion. Beast left Danger to keep an eye on the rest of the students while he and his girlfriend enjoyed some alone time. They had already coupled three times the previous night. This was the second time since sunrise and it was only mid-day. Yet Hank was determined to ensure that his lover was satisfied.

She had been on top riding him with a tenacity that would have rivaled any animal in heat. Hank had worn himself taking her from behind and using his animal form to pin her on her back so he allowed her to finish the job this time. He remained on his back with his feet planted firmly on the bed, using his muscular appendages to hold her in his furry grasp while she road him. She practically tugged on the fur around his face as she gyrated her hips, working his dick inside her engorged pussy. He did his part, using his strength to guide her every motion. His unique physiology made his member wider than usual, yet Agent Brand had no problem handling it. If anything, it helped her climax more readily.

“I-I-I’M READY, HANK! HERE I GO! OHHHHHHH!”

Agent Brand clung to his fur and threw her head back as she reached another climax. Hank maintained his grip on her, letting out deep growls as he felt her tight womanhood throb around his length. Having already climaxed a number of times today, he didn’t get to cum with her this time. This didn’t bother him though. He surmised that Agent Brand would give him plenty of opportunities to catch up.

“I think you’ve earned a rest, my dear,” said Hank as he watched her catch her breath.

“I think I get very little off-time in my line of work. So it’s best if I get all my womanly needs out of the way in one swoop,” said Agent Brand as she rolled off him and cuddled beside him.

“That doesn’t sound like a very efficient way for us to get intimate,” he pointed out.

“With our jobs, it can’t be efficient. The way I see it, this is the best we can hope for. I know a furry stud like you doesn’t do well in tropical heat. So you’re stuck with me.”

“You make that sound like a bad thing,” he said with a grin as he enjoyed the warm feel of her naked body against his fur.

“Don’t speak too soon. I’m only giving you another ten minutes before we go again,” she said in a fittingly feline tone, “You may be a brilliant man, Hank McCoy. But you’re in the body of an animal. And an animal still needs to fulfill his baser needs. With your buddies gorging themselves on Nova Roman heat, this is the best time for each of us to fulfill those needs. So let’s not waste a second of it!”

Even with his brilliant mind, Hank had no effective counter to her argument. Agent Brand silenced him with a kiss for good measure. Animal or man, this was a great opportunity. They both needed this on so many levels. In that sense he took comfort in the knowledge that he was having his own little vacation without even having to travel. Although at the rate he was going, he would probably be more exhausted than his teammates when it was over.

While Hank and Agent Brand prepared to exercise their baser instincts, three female figures lingered just outside his bedroom door. They were the Mindee, Phoebe, and Celeste, also known as the Stepford Cuckoos. They were also powerful telepaths that had been mentored by Emma Frost. Their collective ability allowed them the kind of psychic fortitude to not only spy on others despite their attempts at privacy but also keep a secret.

“Looks like this is going to be easier than we thought,” said Mindee.

“Indeed,” said Phoebe, “It seems Mr. McCoy will remain indisposed thanks to Ms. Brand.”

“That means we’ll be able to carry out Miss Frost’s wishes without having to work around him,” said Celeste, “It should save us time and energy.”

“Which is vital because we’ll need both,” said Mindee with a sultry grin that only could have been taught by the White Queen, “So many others are off having fun. We shouldn’t be comfortable being left out.”

“We’re not,” said Mindee firmly, “Which is why Miss Frost is getting us involved. And make no mistake, my sisters. We won’t be left out!”

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