Festival of X

Festival of X

Chapter 7: Old Friends and New Manpower

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New Olympus Temple - Dormitories

Certain feelings were akin to forbidden fruit. They were not the kinds of desires that were openly or even subtly expressed that frequently. Yet they were always present on some levels. They were secrets that were kept for complicated yet valid reasons. Rarely if ever was there an opportunity for these feelings to emerge. This ritual was a very unique opportunity so it was only natural to entertain such feelings.

Bobby Drake had been pondering all the ways in which he could make the most of this ritual. He had already had sex with the princess of Nova Roma and his ex-girlfriend. After leaving the sauna and returning to one of the dormitories to prepare for his next encounter, he couldn’t help but entertain the possibility of having sex with women he would never have a chance with under normal circumstances.

‘So many girls and so little time. Good thing this wine has me and my dick feeling like a kid on a sugar high. I’m so ready to take on more girls! Between Rogue, Emma Frost, and Storm I doubt I’ll ever get a chance with this much pussy in my life!’

‘With vulgar thoughts like that, you may get fewer chances than you think.’

Bobby was caught completely by surprise by the sound of a powerful telepathic voice in his mind. He was so startled that he knocked over a few candles that he had to put out with his ice powers. As he scrambled to gather himself and his dented dignity, he turned to see a very naked Jean Grey standing in his door way. Even though he saw her naked along with everyone else during the initial ritual, it still struck him in a way that seeing other naked women hadn’t.

“Jean I...didn’t mean to project that loudly,” said Bobby awkwardly.

“It’s alright. I’ve heard worse, although yours is always unique,” she said with a friendly smile.

“Should I be worried about that?”

“Under normal circumstances, you might. But we’re in a temple taking part in a fertility sex ritual. I’d say these circumstances are anything but normal so I don’t expect either of us to treat it as such.”

Bobby’s awkwardness lingered as Jean used her telekinesis to close the door behind him. He found himself diverting his gaze somewhat as she walked up to him, swaying her hips with an unmistakably seductive grace. In the spirit of those circumstances she just mentioned, he understood fully where this was going.

“You know, something occurred to me recently,” said Jean as she sat down on the bed and leaned back on her arms.

“You mean aside from how crazy this whole festival has been?” said Bobby, still standing nearby.

“You’re the only one who never made a pass at me when I first arrived at the institute,” she said, not missing a beat, “You, me, Scott, Warren, and Hank were the original X-men. Since I was the first girl, I got plenty of attention. I dated Warren. I ended up marrying Scott. Even Hank gave me a kiss on the cheek on the day I arrived.”

“I think it helped that you were beautiful even with your clothes on.”

“So you did notice.”

“You expected me not to? A teenage boy who noticed anything remotely akin to a beautiful woman?”

“So why didn’t you take a shot? If for no other reason than to fool around like I know you’re prone to do.”

Bobby shifted awkwardly again. He couldn’t avoid eye-contact with a psychic, let alone one who was naked. Jean was genuinely curious. It was amazing she still remembered those early years. They seemed so long ago. Even with all the conflicts they faced back then, it was hard to forget that Jean was the first woman on the team. The others sure noticed and Bobby was no exception. The idea of him flirting with Jean as the others had to varying degrees was one of those forbidden fruits that he had largely ignored. Now he couldn’t ignore it any longer.

“The short answer is pretty basic,” he said, “I was the youngest on the team. I didn’t think I had a shot with an older woman.”

“Sounds logical, but I’m sure the long answer is more interesting,” said Jean curiously.

“I guess that depends on what you find interesting,” sighed Bobby, “Believe it or not, I was a little self-conscious back then.”

“You? Bobby Drake? The guy who juggled snowballs in front of random girls in exchange for phone numbers?” said Jean with a raised eyebrow.

“I know. Crazy, huh? But there’s a difference between random girls and someone like you. You’re Jean Grey. You’re a cut above most girls and not just because you rub elbows with cosmic entities. Back then, I saw you as someone who was just too far out of my league. I looked at guys like Warren and Scott, who had so much more to offer. It didn’t feel right taking a shot at someone I knew I didn’t have a chance with.”

“Sounds like you’re selling yourself too short, Bobby.”

“Even so, you were and still are the kind of woman that takes an extra special something. I don’t know how else to describe it, but I’m pretty sure I don’t have it. Since you were so caught up with my friends, it just didn’t feel right to throw my hat into the ring.”

Bobby usually wasn’t this serious. He sounded as though he never fully articulated this with words or thoughts. Yet he was being completely honest. Jean could sense that without any help from her powers. He still looked a bit awkward and she noticed his eyes kept drifting towards her breasts. His disposition seemed like the living embodiment for why he didn’t try what Hank, Warren, and Scott had tried. It said more than his words and without making it too awkward for him, Jean came to her own understanding.

“That makes a remarkable bit of sense, Bobby. And here I was thinking you were just afraid of picking a fight with the others,” she said with a reassuring smile.

“Self-conscious or not, the Iceman doesn’t shy away from a fight,” said Bobby with new confidence.

“But if you noticed like you said you did, does that mean you still fantasized?”

“I was a teenage boy when you joined, Jean. You of all people should know how easily teenage boys fantasize.”

“So what if I told you that a girl like me fantasizes as well?” she said in a more seductive tone.

“That depends on the fantasies,” quipped Bobby.

“Well what if they enjoyed something like having sex with the one guy in the original X-men who was decent enough not to flirt with me yet indecent enough to leave snowballs in my shoes?”

It was another instance of Jean being genuine in a way that would have been outrageous in any other situation. Here she was sitting on a bed, leaning back and parting her legs slightly to show that she was willing to do this. She was willing to have sex with him in a friendly yet passionate way that wouldn’t complicate things with the others. He was being offered a chance to partake in the forbidden fruit. His old inclinations would have held him back. This new understanding along with the nature of this ritual would allow him to savor such fruit.

“I would say that’s a pretty messed up fantasy,” said Bobby with a humored yet intrigued grin.

“Too messed up for your tastes?” Jean quipped.

“Not by a long shot!”

The awkwardness quickly faded and Bobby adopted a new disposition. Aroused by the prospect of sharing such intimacy with Jean Grey, he sat down on the bed next to her. He demonstrated that he wanted this forbidden fantasy to become real. In an act that was as mature as Jean would expect from Bobby Drake, he leaned in to kiss her while reaching over and fondling her exposed breasts. Jean laughed playfully at his overeager touching. She willingly embraced him, laying back on the bed and taking him in her arms so that he came with her. As they did this, Jean made a slight gesture with her hands to summon a touch of Phoenix power. This lit all the candles that Bobby had been setting up while closing the blinds over the windows, helping to set the mood.

“Nice!” said Bobby, now on top of the naked Jean Grey amidst this erotic setting, “Was this part of your fantasy as well?”

“Not necessarily, but you know how I like to add a little flare to everything I do,” she joked.

“Hey, leave the jokes to me. At least until after the sex.”

“Fair enough,” said Jean seductively as friendly banter gave way to passion.

Bobby and Jean allowed these once taboo desires to flow freely. They came together in another kiss that quickly turned into a full blown make-out session. Jean moved back further on the bed so that he could get completely on top of her, allowing more of his body weight to press against hers. Bobby fully immersed himself in Jean Grey’s naked flesh, allowing his chest to press up against her breasts while he eagerly trailed his hands up her thighs and over her butt. His gestures were still a bit overly eager, but Jean allowed him to explore. She even did some exploring of her own, lifting her right leg and hitching it around his waist while she traced her fingers over his back and shoulders. They were simple, playful gestures that allowed them both to get a feel for one another’s body while building up their arousal.

After making out for a bit, Bobby’s need to explore Jean Grey’s naked form drew his lips further south. He worked his hands up to her breasts, giving them both a squeeze as he kissed around her somewhat large nipples. As he suckled on them, Jean let out some light moans. Just the mere knowledge that he got Jean Grey to moan further invigorated Bobby. He spent a few moments kneading her breasts in his hands. Then while he was still suckling on one of her nipples, he reached down and started fingering the increasingly moist folds of her pussy.

“Mmm...are you always this touchy?” purred Jean.

“It’s one of my more subtle talents,” he said in between licking around her nipple.

“In that case it’s only fair that I show you one of mine.”

While Bobby was still engrossed in her breasts and pussy, Jean closed her eyes and focused through her growing arousal to summon her powers. She carefully used her telekinesis to form a light grip around Bobby’s penis. He was on his knees so this caught him by surprise, causing him to fall on his side and halt his touching.

“Whoa...what was that?” he exclaimed.

“Was it too much? Want me to stop?” asked Jean, worried that she had done something wrong.

“Are you kidding? Do it harder!” said Bobby with renewed enthusiasm, “I didn’t know it was possible to use telekinesis like that! What do you call it? A T-job?”

“We don’t have a name for it yet, but if you keep pleasuring me I’ll show you just how good I am at it!”

This added extra motivation for Bobby as if he needed any more to satisfy Jean Grey. Now lying on her side with her leg still hitched around his waist, Bobby squeezed her breasts more firmly and licked around her nipples with greater fervor. He also used his other hand to more thoroughly finger her pussy, slipping two fingers into her heat while using his knuckles to rub her clit. Jean tensed and shifted her lower body in approval to his touching, showing her appreciation by demonstrating the sexual utility of telekinesis.

It was a challenge to focus her mind while blissful sensations flowed from her breasts and pussy, but Jean’s advanced skills allowed her to deliver. She kept her eyes closed as she created vice-like force around Bobby’s member. With careful mental skill, she worked that vice up and down his length as if it were a hand. It had just as great an effect if not more so, evoking grunts of approval from Bobby and helping to make him fully erect. She sensed that the sheer novelty of such a feeling was just as exciting as the actual sensations. As she felt him work his hands around her pussy with more vigor, she telekinetically stroked him to match that vigor. It became a circle of mutual stimulation that inundated their senses with increasing arousal.

Eventually, this unique brand of foreplay got them both ready for more. Bobby’s dick was rock hard and Jean’s pussy was nicely engorged. No longer content with the thrill of merely touching Jean Grey, Bobby sought to fuck her in all her forbidden glory.

“I think your mind has done it’s job,” said Bobby as he finally managed to pry himself away from her breasts.

“Mmm...so have your hands,” said Jean.

“I’m ready if you’re ready. Unless of course you want to show off another psychic talent,” he said.

“I’ll save them for later. I’m ready for sex, Bobby. Please...give it to me.”

Upon hearing her desperate words, Bobby’s eagerness once again took over. He made sure he was in the perfect position to give her what she wanted. Grabbing her by the thighs, he slipped off the bed and pulled her so that her hips were right at the edge. Now standing upright, he held onto her legs and guided his member towards her wet entrance. At first he rubbed the tip around her folds, psyching himself up for what he was about to do. The notion that he was about to have sex with Jean Grey was enough to make him hesitate a bit. Jean made sure he didn’t hesitate too much, reaching forward and grabbing his dick at the base to help guide it inside her.

“Oh...oh wow!” he gasped upon feeling her pussy around his length.

“It’s really happening, Bobby. We’re having sex,” said Jean, somewhat humored by the look on his face.

The younger mutant surrendered to all his forbidden lusts and started moving his hips. The first few motions were slow and thorough. He worked his dick in as deep into her pussy as it would go and then pulled it all the way out just so he could feel that initial sense of penetration again. After he got a feel for her tight depths, he started working his pelvis back and forth in a more traditional manner. He soon established a moderate sexual pace, holding onto her legs while rhythmically thrusting his dick into her. Jean’s body bounced horizontally with each motion, causing her breasts to bounce as well. She started fondling them as he fucked her, making for an amazing sight that exceeded every fantasy Bobby had ever entertained.

The bed rocked and the candles flickered as the passionate cries of sex echoed throughout the room. Bobby’s cries were certainly louder as the thrill of doing it with Jean Grey sank in. He started alternating between slow and rapid humping, making sure he didn’t climax too quickly for this unique experience. In between these alterations, Jean adjusted herself to further explore the feeling. At one point she shifted her legs so that they were hitched over Bobby’s shoulder, allowing him to lean over and put more weight into his thrusts. When he found it difficult to keep his balance like this, she turned on to her side and folded her knees so he could hump her at a tighter angle. It caused Bobby’s thrusts to get more desperate. He bent his knees more and put extra force into it, really savoring the unique feeling of Jean Grey’s pussy.

“Oh-oh-oh god! Jean! So good! So fucking good!” he grunted.

“That...that’s it, Bobby! Embrace it!” urged Jean through her own blissful grunts.

As if he needed further encouragement, Bobby savored every moment of this previously forbidden act. Jean allowed him to let loose and hammer away, repeatedly driving his dick into her womanhood in a heated if not chaotic manner. He still kept alternating between slow and rapid humping, helping to further draw out the experience. Eventually, Bobby craved his full release. For this, he grabbed Jean by the hips and turned her over so that she was on her hands and knees. Now with a nice view of her well-shaped ass, he started pounding into her with greater fervor. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her naked flesh as he filled her depths was all the more invigorating. This time he didn’t slow down, pushing hard for his climax.

“Oh-oh fuck! Jean I-I’m gonna cum soon! I can’t hold back much longer!” moaned Bobby through more ragged breathing.

“It’s okay! I don’t want you to hold back! I want you to cum with me!” said Jean intently.

As the younger mutant hammered into her, Jean arched her back downward so she could raise her hips up a bit higher. This allowed Bobby to grab her thigh and elevated slightly so he could get in at just the right angle. As the intensity of his thrusts escalated, Jean reached down and fondled her clit while using her fingers to spread her folds in just the right way. It helped intensify her own pleasure, but it was still Bobby who climaxed first.

When the feeling washed over him, his knees practically gave out. Had to lean against the bed for support, hunching over Jean’s naked body as he buried his dick deep inside her vagina. He finally stopped moving his hips, letting out deep grunts as his member throbbed with each release. His manly fluids lined her insides, filling her with a substantial load of his cum. It was remarkable that he had so much to release after his earlier sexual encounters with Amara and Lorna. The knowledge that he was doing it with Jean Grey definitely contributed.

“Wow...oh wow,” said Bobby breathlessly as he processed all these powerful sensations.

“I think you already said that,” teased Jean.

“It bears repeating,” he retorted with a playful laugh.

Jean laughed as well as she helped Bobby gather himself. His legs were still weak from the feeling so she adjusted herself so that Bobby could lay down next to her. Upon withdrawing his somewhat sensitive manhood, he curled up next to her naked form so that he was lying on his side. Jean turned around so that she was facing him, allowing him to keep her hands on his hips. For a moment she just allowed their naked bodies to touch, enjoying the blissful projections of his mind in the process. But as overwhelmed as Bobby may have been, he knew that the job wasn’t finished.

“Sorry if I got a little carried away,” he said sheepishly, “I didn’t give you much of a chance to share the happiness so to speak.”

“That’s okay, Bobby. I wanted you to let loose with me,” she replied with a reassuring smile, “Part of enjoying this ritual is setting certain restraints aside so we can enjoy ourselves.”

“Another part is making sure you match your partner orgasm for orgasm,” Bobby pointed out, now sounding more like his immature self, “Since you didn’t get one, I’m obligated to do something about that. And you know how the Iceman is when it comes to obligations.”

“I won’t dare comment on that, but I’m interested in seeing how you carry out this duty of yours,” said Jean coyly.

“Well since you demonstrated some talent with your powers earlier, I think it’s only fitting that I demonstrate some of mine as well.”

Now Jean was the eager one as she felt Bobby’s touching become more heated again. Just as he had done earlier, he grasped her breast with one hand while reaching down between her legs with the other to fondle her pussy. She was still wet and aroused from their heated humping, so it didn’t take much to get her moaning again. However, this time Bobby made sure to throw in a little twist. While he was re-establishing his erotic touching, he used his powers to lightly ice up his hands. He didn’t go full body like he usually did in battle. He just formed a light bit of frost around his fingers and palms, creating a sudden sensation of cold that sent shivers through Jean’s body.

“Ooh...that’s cold!” she squealed in a very unique sounding moan.

“Too much?” asked Bobby nervously.

“Hell no! Keep going! Do what you need to do, Iceman!”

Encouraged by her enthusiastic response, Bobby stepped up his touching. He thrust his frosted fingers into her folds, probing deeper into her heat and sending more shivers through her body. As she let out more moans, he formed some frost on his lips and started kissing around her nipples as he had done earlier. This mix of cold touching and heated groping created a unique surge of sensations that already had Jean panting with intent. She hitched her leg up slightly so that Bobby could get in at just the right depth. With each unique touch, it drew her closer to her orgasm.

It didn’t take as long Bobby expected to get Jean close. The added cold from his powers seemed to accelerate the orgasmic process. Not every woman responded so strongly to this kind of stimulation, but when they did it made for quite an experience. Intent on delivering for his friend and longtime teammate, Bobby pumped his fingers into her folds with greater intensity. He stepped up his rubbing of her breast as well, suckling and licking with more focus in an effort to send her over the edge.

“So cold! So-so hot! Ooh Bobby! I’m going to-ohhhhhhhhhhh!”

When it finally happened, Jean closed her eyes and let out a cry that was worthy of a woman that bore the Phoenix Force. Bobby felt her body tense and her inner muscles contract around his fingers. He kept up his touching, making sure each sensation was optimized. As she let out her cries of euphoria, he noticed the curtains and the nearby candles shake. She had apparently let out a light wave of telekinesis in the midst of her climax. It was an unexpected yet appropriate gesture to cap off this experience.

“Now it’s my turn to say it...wow,” said Jean, still catching her breath.

“Sounds much better coming from you than it does from me,” joked Bobby as he de-iced his fingers and ended his heated touching.

“Is that a joke or a compliment?” she teased.

“Can it be both?”

“With you, how can anyone tell?”

“Well here’s something that’s no joke, Jean,” said Bobby as his voice became more serious, “I appreciate this. What we just did...it could have happened in any number of ways. Most of those ways would have been pretty awkward to say the least.”

“I know. That’s exactly why I wanted to do it like this,” said Jean.

“And it worked. I know I was awkward at first, but it still worked. This is the kind of thing that used to be forbidden even in my most depraved fantasies. You and I go way back. You, me, Scott, Warren, and Hank were like the Beatles. And after doing something like this...well, I guess it just makes me realize how far we’ve all come.”

The two longtime teammates shared a smile and an affectionate gesture. Jean added a nice peck on the lips to sweeten the deal. Every word he said was correct. This could have gone wrong in so many ways, but it didn’t. It was a pleasurable, memorable experience between two longtime friends and teammates. It helped add meaning even to a ritual orgy.

“Oh Bobby...you’re more articulate than anyone gives you credit for,” said Jean.

“You do realize that last part about coming was a joke, right?” he teased.

“I take back part of what I just said,” she laughed, “No matter how far we’ve come so to speak, some things never change.”

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Temple Gallery

“Explain it to me again, Laura. Which one of these frescoes do you want me to mimic?” said a confused David Allerdyce.

“I was hoping you could mimic the one on the far right,” said Laura as she pointed to a certain segment of a large fresco, “Amara told me it’s a scene taken out of the story of Perseus and Andromeda. It’s a metaphorical depiction of how their union formed the kingdom of Mycenae.”

“I certainly hope it’s metaphorical. That’s an odd way to form a kingdom,” he commented.

“Are you saying you can’t do it?”

“Mimicking Iceman’s ability to juggle snowballs with one hand and calculate interest with the other is a tough skill to match, but acting out scenes from mythology are a bit beyond the scope of my powers.”

Laura was somewhat disappointed, but not dissuaded. Fueled by instinct and a new outlook on sex, she aggressively sought out another sexual partner. However, she wasn’t content to merely sate her primal lusts just yet. Elixir had demonstrated to her that sex was experience that could involve a wide range of feelings. She sought to explore some of those feelings and that was what led her to the temple gallery.

This area of the temple hadn’t been modified by Amara’s people that much. She probably assumed it wouldn’t be used that much. It was just a simple gallery that contained some various artwork that the temple housed. For rituals like this, some of the statues and paintings were stored here. Even when it wasn’t being utilized, it was still a pretty elaborate area. Every wall contained detailed frescoes depicting various scenes from Greco-Roman mythology. Not all were sexual in nature, but there were a few. These select few caught Laura’s attention and after asking Amara about it, she sought out Prodigy as someone who could help her expand on the experiences that were just beginning to grow.

Prodigy ended up in an awkward position of sorts. After Laura practically hunted her down, she bluntly asked him to help her with her next sexual encounter. He didn’t give much thought before accepting her proposal. However, he didn’t expect her to drag him to the gallery where she expressed an unexpected interest in acting out stories from mythology.

“I’m not asking you to mimic the power or physique of a god, David. I’m not even asking you to act out the image on the fresco perfectly,” she told him in an oddly expressive tone.

“Well then I’m going to need more details because I need to know what I will be mimicking on some levels,” he said in his lingering confusion.

“It involves more than just the act you see. It’s the passion behind it,” Laura explained, “In the myth, Perseus fell in love with a beautiful princess that was supposed to be sacrificed to a sea monster. The god, Poseiden, demanded that she pay the price for her father’s boasting. In order to save her, he captured the head of Medusa and used it to slay the monster.”

“I know that part of the story. I saw Clash of the Titans.”

“After they were married, Perseus and Andromeda consummated their passions in a sexual union so great that it helped forge the kingdom they founded. It was more than just a physical act. It was a culmination of a great many passions, some so great that the even the gods admired the fruits of their labor.”

As Laura described the story, she walked up to the fresco and placed her hand over the image of Perseus. He had the beautiful Andromeda in his arms, holding her up against a pillar that represented the foundation of Mycenae as he made love to her. The fresco wasn’t terribly detailed, but the poise of their bodies indicated so much feeling. These were the kinds of feelings she only recently discovered and she longed to feel more.

“I’m not expecting you to love me like Andromeda or create a city with me through a sexual union,” Laura went on, “What I want is for you to help me mimic the passion in this image. It’s the kind of passion that many have told me I should explore.”

“I’m not disagreeing with them, it’s just...” Prodigy stammered as he struggled to find the right words.

“What? Is there a problem with this request?” asked Laura as she turned away from the fresco.

“No, I get it now. I know what you’re trying to do and it’s something I can definitely mimic.”

“Then why do you sound so hesitant?”

“I’m not hesitating. I’m just...surprised that you would ask me or anyone for something like this.”

“Why? Were you expecting me to approach sex with the same primal attitude as Wolverine?” Laura questioned.

“Would you hold it against me if I did?” he said awkwardly.

Laura ignored his awkward disposition and approached him again. She had in her eyes a look that was different from her usual stern, feral demeanor. Prodigy wasn’t sure if it was because of the wine or if all this sex had really affected her. She didn’t seem upset or anything so that was somewhat reassuring. However, there was clearly more to it.

“I don’t understand. I’m not used to sexual requests of this nature?” she said as she reached out and lightly touched his chest to help ease the tension.

“To be fair, I don’t think anybody is. These aren’t the kind of requests people make on a regular basis. Hell, most people don’t get to participate in a ritual orgy like this,” Prodigy pointed out.

“Then what is it? What am I doing wrong?” asked Laura sincerely.

“There’s nothing wrong at all about what you’re asking Laura. It’s just really unexpected to hear it coming from you. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’ve never been a very passionate person. At least not in the time that you’ve been with the team.”

“There’s a reason for that. I’m still learning. Weapon X denied me a lot of feelings growing up and there was only so much my mother could do to compensate.”

“I understand that and I’d rather not dwell on it,” said Prodigy as he offered a reassuring gesture to keep her from getting worked up, “It’s just tough for guys like me to process because we’re not part of that learning process. To be honest, you give off a pretty intimidating impression. Sometimes I wonder if part of Julian’s attraction to you was the mere fact that he couldn’t bully you no matter how much of an asshole he tried to be.”

“Yes, I’ve heard that from others,” said Laura, now sounding awkward herself, “I don’t mean to give that impression, it’s just...”

Laura’s words trailed off. She had no way of articulating these struggles because she was just beginning to understand them. Prodigy seemed to empathize with her sincerity. He actually pulled her into am embrace, allowing his naked skin to press up against hers in a way that triggered some of those more basic sexual instincts. However, it was the more advanced instincts she was after and Prodigy was starting to understand this.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Laura. You don’t even have to apologize for it,” he said with a reassuring smile, “Hell, you’re Wolverine’s daughter.”

“Clone,” she corrected.

“Doesn’t matter what you call yourself. You still have that primal personality. But I’ve often heard Jubilee and Kitty crack jokes about how Wolverine can be a big softie. That leads me to believe that maybe you have a side like that as well.”

“I’m not even sure I know what being a softie entails.”

“Well that’s kind of my point,” Prodigy surmised, “You’re not used to this just as Wolverine wasn’t at some point. Hell, I’m not sure he’s ever gotten used to it. That doesn’t mean you can’t explore it.”

Laura’s gaze shifted as he pondered her words. She found herself drawn closer into Prodigy’s embrace. She craved the closeness of his body, but she didn’t fully understand why. As Prodigy let her feel his warmth, he looked back up at the fresco. As he took in the image, he began to really sense what Laura was after. Even if it was beyond the scope of his powers, he could still deliver in his own way.

“So...does this mean you’ll do this?” asked Laura intently.

“I’m willing to be your Perseus if you’re willing to be my Andromeda. I’m just making sure you’re ready for what that entails,” said Prodigy, allowing his arms to drape down over her back to show he was serious.

“You sound skeptical that I can do my part.”

“Prove me wrong.”

It was a challenge that seemed daunting in a way that Laura wasn’t used to. She had taken on a great many challenges in her brief life, but this was one where her physical skills and her mental toughness could not aid her. If she was going to get what she wanted out of this, she would have to be the softie that Prodigy had mentioned. He added extra motivation for this challenge by cupping her face gently and pulling her into a deep kiss. It wasn’t the same lust driven kiss that so many were familiar with at the onset of this ritual. It was a kiss that mimicked what was shown in the fresco, embracing a deeper passion rather than basic lust.

Laura quickly took to the challenge and kissed back. She proved her intent to make this work by not allowing the kiss to get too heated. It was soft, intimate, and gentle. It was the kind of gesture that allowed them to more intimately explore each other’s naked bodies with their hands. Such warm touching helped stir those most basic feelings of sexual arousal. As it built, Prodigy started backing Laura towards the wall right next to the fresco. Since there were no beds or padded areas on which to do this, they would have to improvise.

“I can tell you want to get feral on me, Laura,” said Prodigy in a deep tone, “I need to you to keep those urges at bay for now.”

“I’ll do my best,” she said in a tone that was deceptively intense.

Trusting her word, Prodigy utilized his skilled mimicry in ways he hadn’t attempted before. Using some of the other frescoes as a guide, he started kissing down Laura’s face and neck. He gave her round B-cup breasts a soft squeeze, further tempting her feral side. However, she managed to restrain herself. Prodigy continued to test those primal urges as he worked his way further down her body until he was resting on one knee like one of the soldiers in a nearby fresco that was kneeling before the goddess, Hera. This allowed him to continue down from her breasts and towards her pussy.

As soon as Laura felt his lips on her outer folds, she let out a light growl. She had to reach behind and grasp the wall in order to prevent her baser instincts from taking over. She continued to keep them at bay, allowing Prodigy to do what he needed to do. Showing skill that seemed both mimicked and innate, he lifted up her right leg and allowed his lips to trace over her sensitive folds. Laura almost lost her balance when she felt the warm sensations that followed. A lifetime of training kept her on her feet, but it would take more than that to make it through this.

“Hnn...David!” she grunted as if to warn him.

“Take it easy, Laura. Or would it help if I call you Andromeda?” said Prodigy playfully as he stopped his teasing for a moment.

“I...I’m not sure I can be a softie as you say.”

“You’re doing just fine. Just let me get you in the right mindset.”

Prodigy resumed his oral assault on her pussy. He made sure not to do too much. He used his free hand to part her folds slightly so he could taste her inner depths with his tongue. As he stimulated her more sensitive areas, her arousal grew. Her deep growls were accompanied with more wetness forming around her pussy. Prodigy further added to this wetness by using his tongue to trail up along her moist slit, giving special attention to her clit when he reached the top. At one point he used only his tongue to tease her, allowing his hand to lightly tease please himself a bit so that he could get nice and erect. He made sure he took his time with her. Laura wanted something more than a casual fuck. He treated it almost as if he was doing this with Surge. There had to be a sense of passion, even if it was mimicked.

As his tender lips skillfully manipulated her pussy, Laura’s growls turned into deeper moans. She closed her eyes and started fondling her own breasts, taking on a poise that was more passionate than primal. Eventually it got to a point where her more feral side ceased to fester and this new emotional side she had only recently discovered took over. It helped put her in a mindset similar to the one she was in with Elixir, only this time it didn’t have to be artificially induced. Once she felt fully immersed in this mindset, she was ready to take it to the next level.

“David...I want it. I want it so bad!” said Laura in a soft yet powerful tone.

“Mmm...you sure you’re ready?” asked Prodigy after giving her folds one last lick.

“I’m sure,” was all she got out.

Hearing the intent in her tone, Prodigy smiled and rose back to his feet. By now his dick was fully erect due to his personal stimulation along with the intoxicating taste of Laura’s womanhood. He kept her pinned against the wall with one leg elevated. She proceeded to arch that leg around his waist while drawing him into her arms, capturing his lips in a kiss that further communicated her desire. As their lips clashed, Prodigy guided the tip of his dick towards her entrance. There was no rush to get right to it. They both enjoyed the intimacy for a moment. Once the moment felt right, Prodigy steadily eased his way into her.

“Ohhhh...I feel it! I’m feeling it again!” Laura gasped in between their kissing.

“Then you’re doing it right,” grinned Prodigy.

For Prodigy, it was a challenge to make just the right movements in order to evoke just the right feelings. For Laura, it was a challenge to fully experience the right feelings. Together, it made for a kind of sex that was beyond instinctual.

He took a moment to savor the hot feeling of her pussy around his dick. Then he resumed their kissing and began thrust his hips against hers. Using the wall as leverage, Prodigy worked his member in and out of her depths. He used his talents to match the position of Perseus and Andromeda from the Fresco. In this position, established a slow and steady rhythm. There was no rush to reach an orgasm. That wasn’t the only feeling Laura was after. She wanted something more and he used his mimicking skills to give it to her.

It was a feeling that consumed Laura in a way not unlike the feral rage that carried her through battle. Only this was very different. This was the kind of deeper intimacy that Elixir had first introduced to her. Those burning primal feelings melted into the more complex feelings of this intimate act. As Laura embraced these feelings, she closed her eyes and let out deep moans that hid the baser instincts that lay within. She arched her leg around Prodigy’s back more firmly, clinging to his arms with both hands and holding on as her body moved up and down the wall with each thrust. Each movement was so smooth and thorough. The former living weapon sought to embrace every moment of it, creating her own mythological scene in some ways.

‘Wolverine was right. I do need this. I’ve yet to truly feel beyond the basic instincts that Weapon X gave me. There’s so much more I need to experience. This feels like a promising start.’

Laura’s thoughts helped feed her actions. She and Prodigy savored these deeper feelings for as long as they could. Eventually, baser instincts caught up with them. Prodigy started moving his hips with greater fervor. Laura tightened her hold on him, hitching her other leg up around his waist so that now she was supported only by his strength and the wall behind her. Prodigy adjusted his grip on her accordingly, grabbing her by butt and using the added leverage to thrust deeper into her. As his dick slithered within her, the sensations intensified. Her primal instincts were converging with these deeper feelings, drawing her closer to her climax.

“I-I-I’m close, David! Ohhh I want it! I need it! Don’t stop!” she howled with intent.

“I won’t,” grunted Prodigy as his movements became more determined, “You-you want this Laura? It’s yours!”

His arms and his legs were getting a bit sore. Prodigy was not as strong physically as some of the others and holding Laura up against the wall like this was a test of endurance. Despite the growing fatigue, he didn’t let up. He kept driving his hips in a upward motion, working his cock in and out of Laura’s pussy with burning intent. He could tell by the look on her face that she was close. He didn’t let up, thrusting harder and faster until he sent her over the edge.

The feeling that followed was worthy of any myth. Laura’s toes curled and her legs tensed around Prodigy’s waist, holding him in a tight vice of flesh. As the orgasmic sensations took hold, she let out a mix of moans and howls. Her inner muscles throbbed with the kind of intensity that forced Prodigy to finally slow down. He still held her up, watching her face contort in so many unique ways as she embraced this feeling. It almost made him forget that his arms and legs were really tired. Even as Laura embraced the sensations, she sensed his fatigue and loosened her grip on him so that she could stand on one leg again.

“Did...did you get what you want, Laura?” asked Prodigy as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Yes...I did,” was all she managed, still caught up in the feeling.

“Good. Does that mean I can rest my legs now? Not that you’re heavy or anything, but I don’t have the strength of a demigod.”

“I didn’t expect you to. But we’re not done yet. Don’t worry. You won’t have to strain your limbs any further.”

Prodigy wasn’t sure what she meant by that at first. He quickly found out when Laura showed off her own strength by rising up off his member so she could stand again and pushing him away from the wall. She kept a firm hold on his arms so that his weakened limbs didn’t cause him to fall. Armed with this grip, she guided him down onto the floor where he laid down on his back. The floor was made of hard marble so it wasn’t the best surface, but Laura made sure he felt comfortable by hovering over him and allowing her naked skin to lightly rub against his.

“You helped me act out one mythological scene. Now I’m going to act out another,” Laura told him, “Look at the scene on the other side of the wall and you’ll know what I mean.”

Prodigy quickly surmised what she was referring to. On the other side of the wall was an image of the goddess Aphrodite in a very erotic position with the god Ares. She was on top of him, looking quite divine as she rode him in a way worthy of a goddess. Now he was in a position to be Ares while Laura was in a position to be Aphrodite.

“I see what you mean,” said Prodigy with a grin.

“Then you know you don’t need to say another word. I’ll do for you what you so skillfully did for me.”

His sore limbs and the hardness of the marble floor no longer seemed to bother Prodigy anymore. He allowed himself to relax under Laura’s dominating figure, closing his eyes and letting her go to work. His dick had softened somewhat due to the earlier strain. Laura got him hard again by skillfully stroking him in a way that truly showed her appreciation. Once he was ready, she straddled his hips and positioned herself over his dick. With the same tender yet heated intent he had shown her earlier, she lowered her herself and allowed his manhood to fill her once more.

“Ooh yeah! I feel like a god already!” moaned Prodigy.

Guided by his moans of approval, Laura started gyrating her hips in a light circular motion. She soon matched the pace that had been established earlier, working her tight folds up and down his length. It was somewhat uncomfortable at first because her pussy was still throbbing from her earlier orgasm, but she endured it and it quickly passed. Soon, she was riding Prodigy at a fairly steady rhythm. Along the way she continued to demonstrate her new fondness for deeper passion, leaning over and kissing him in a way that heightened the intimacy. It added to Prodigy’s enjoyment and added to his pleasure.

Laura didn’t maintain the rhythm for quite as long as Prodigy had done with her. She could sense he craved his sexual release. So after sustaining their sexual pace for a brief while, she escalated her movements. She bounced her hips up and down with more urgency, rising up to her toes in a froggie position so she could add more force to her movements. Every time she plunged down onto his dick, she tensed her vaginal muscles. This helped guide Prodigy towards his climax. As he drew near, he grabbed Laura’s hips and held on for the coming release.

“Ohhhh yeah, I’m about to cum, Laura! Just a...just a little bit more!” he said through sharper grunts

“You want this, Prodigy? It’s yours!” said Laura, repeating the same words he said to her just moments ago.

Along with the same words, Laura made the same effort to ensure that he enjoyed this feeling. As she saw his face contort with anticipation, she steadied her hips. She kept moving slowly and steadily as he released his load of fluid inside her. She made sure to contract her inner muscles to help extract every last drop. She only stopped moving once she sensed the feeling had passed. He looked so content, even on the hard marble floor. He smiled at her in the afterglow of such an experience. While Laura wasn’t inclined to smile much herself, she managed a decent enough grin to convey the necessary sentiment.

“Wow...I can honestly say I’m pleasantly surprised, Laura,” said Prodigy in his content daze.

“About what?” asked Laura as she rose off him and allowed some of the fluids to spill out of her.

“I expected you to be okay with sex. I even expected you to be passionate about it so-to-speak. What I didn’t expect was you being so fond of love-making,” Prodigy explained.

“Well what’s the difference?” she asked curiously as she sat down next to him.

“A lot,” said Prodigy as he rose up and leaned back on his arms, “Sex is a natural, biological function that you can do with anyone that has the right parts. Making love is something you can only do with someone you actually have feelings for.”

“So...you have feelings for me? Or I have feelings for you?” said Laura, sounding even more confused.

“No, not in the way you think,” said Prodigy quickly, not forgetting that he already had a girlfriend, “We simply acted like it and sometimes that’s all you need to experience that extra feeling. I know it sounds confusing. I didn’t understand it either until I got serious with Noriko. It may sound corny, but when you have sex with someone out of genuine emotion it makes for a different experience. I would argue it’s a more profound experience...one you can’t capture in a ritual.”

Laura was still confused, but it did make more sense now. Prodigy didn’t know the full details of her life before the X-men. He didn’t know that she had been a prostitute and in that line of work, there was little room for emotions during sex. She only got a taste of those emotions when Elixir chemically induced them in her body. She just shared another with Prodigy by acting out scenes from mythology. Each experience added to this new range of emotion that was so mysterious yet so captivating to the former living weapon.

“It sounds like I still have a long ways to go,” sighed Laura, “Wolverine told me I need to experience feelings other than rage. I thought I was making progress, but based on what you just told me the best I can do now is just mimic it.”

“Given the nature of my powers, I’m inclined to feel insulted. But I’ll let it slide,” said Prodigy jokingly.

“I want to feel more. I want to embrace it in a way that makes me feel like less a living weapon. But if all I have is this ritual, then I guess I’ve reached my limit.”

“I don’t know. I think you may have more going for you than you think.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“What about Julian? I thought you two had something going on. I mean the way he acts around you I think it’s clear he feels something other than his usual intrigue with pretty girls.”

“I honestly don’t know what we have,” Laura sighed, “Then again, I haven’t been too keen on such feelings until now. Besides, I already had sex with him during the initial ceremony.”

“That was just sex. I think you’ve learned a thing or two since then,” Prodigy argued, “Maybe you should give it another chance. Maybe you should let yourself feel like the people in these frescoes felt. It may give you the feelings you want. And who knows? Maybe Julian will feel the same.”

Looking up at the frescoes before her, Laura was an intriguing if not overwhelming proposal. She had only begun to grasp these new feelings. She had yet to entertain the possibility of sharing them in the ongoing drama between her and Julian. She sensed early on that Julian was attracted to her. Anyone with heightened senses could see the subtle signs whenever he looked at her. She didn’t deny that she felt something as well, but she had attributed most of those feelings to a basic attraction. Could there be more? Could they experience the emotions she sought together? She wasn’t sure she was ready just yet, but this ritual may very well be the best way in which to prepare herself for those emotions.

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Upper Levels - Sun Room

“So what do ya think, boys? Ready to have a little fun!” said Rogue in an overly enthusiastic, exceedingly seductive tone.

“I think you’re getting into this in ways the gods never intended, Rogue,” said Warren in a bemused tone.

“I think you’re crazy for sounding like that’s a bad thing!” scoffed Roberto.

It should have been expected on some levels. Rogue had only recently regained her ability to touch thanks to Jean Grey’s Phoenix powers. It was already well-known that she got quite frisky with Remy on a regular basis. Her inability to touch had cut her off from intimacy for so long and she was all too eager to catch up. A ritual like this provided a perfect opportunity to continue this erotic endeavor. What surprised some was how imaginative Rogue was when it came to exploring sexuality.

The temple sun room was actually a shrine according to Amara. It was supposed to honor the sun god Helios. It had been converted into an open, spacious, well-lit room for this ritual. It had in it a small fountain and a series of lounge chairs not unlike the ones near the pool. However, those wouldn’t be enough for Rogue. To help satisfy her sexual proclivities, she dug into some of the accessories Amara’s people had gathered. One in particular caught her eye. It was a large, padded pillow-like contraption that was about half the size of a twin sized bed. It was shaped like a triangle and adjustable so that anyone lying on it could be propped up at different angles. Warren and Roberto identified it as an over-sized liberator bad. Rogue identified it as a means of enhancing her next sexual encounter and made clear from the beginning that she would need additional manpower to make this.

“Glad someone here appreciates mah tastes in ambiance,” said Rogue as she sat back on the liberator pad.

“We’re in a sun room and I have solar powers. This is my kind of ambiance!” said Roberto, who was already kneeling next to the liberator pad in anticipation.

“It’s not the setting that gives me that impression. It’s the fact you hunted the both of us down so you can enjoy it,” Warren pointed out.

“Ah didn’t hunt anyone down, Warren,” said Rogue, rolling her eyes a bit, “You two just happened to be the first two guys Ah came across.”

“That did not sound like it came out right,” snickered Roberto.

“It’s true,” she shrugged.

“Even if it is, why are you looking for two men to ritualize this room so to speak? Is one just not enough for you?” asked Warren, his tone only half joking.

“What? It’s okay for a guy to lure two women in his bed, but a woman can’t take on two men at once without it being a scandal?” Rogue retorted.

“I would really rather this not become some sort of feminist debate, you guys. It’s kind of a buzz kill,” groaned Roberto, shaking his head.

“I wasn’t trying to bring up gender issues, but I think it’s worth bringing up when one of us only recently gained the ability to touch again,” said Warren, “We all drank the same wine you did, Rogue. Yet it seems to be affecting some more than others.”

Rogue continued to stare at the winged mutant with a bemused look. She was sitting cross-legged on a liberator pad and he was asking questions. However, that didn’t mean those questions weren’t valid. Even though she had not been among those who knew about this ritual ahead of time, she was among those who really took to it. She had only rediscovered how amazing sex could be with Remy recently. Now she had an opportunity to indulge in everything she had missed out on. It was tempting to go a bit overboard and if these two knew what she had done with Colossus, ten Warren’s concerns would be that much more serious.

“Ah ain’t gonna shy away from it. Ah admit Ah’ve taken to the whole ritual orgy deal like a pig in mud,” she conceded.

“Not sure if that’s the metaphor you want to use. For all we know, Amara has a mud-wrestling match later on,” quipped Roberto.

“Never-the-less, Ah think Ah have a right to be a little frisky with this ritual. Ah have so much pent up lust in mah system and years of relying on a vibrator ain’t been much help.”

“You have a vibrator?” said Warren with a snicker.

“Don’t tell meh you’re shocked.”

“I’m not saying I am, but even if you have a right that doesn’t mean you can’t overdo it,” retorted the winged mutant, “I mean we’ve just gotten started. It’s still early in the day. You really want to risk burning yourself out?”

“Let meh answer that with a question of mah own,” she said cryptically, “You think you two can actually wear meh out by yourselves?”

It sounded like more than a challenge. It was her way of reassuring that she had more than enough energy to handle both him and Roberto. She leaned back on the liberator pad, allowing her sizable breasts to glow in the sunlight. They weren’t as big as Emma’s or Jean’s, but they were so nicely shaped and on her pale skin they looked so inviting. Roberto didn’t need any further convincing.

“Oh now you’re testing me? In a sun room of all places?” said Roberto, pretending to sound offended.

“Only if it works, sugah,” she said playfully.

“Well you and Warren can keep arguing. I’m ready show you I can shine!”

Already in close proximity, Roberto reached out and grasped her breasts in his hands. Still in a kneeling position, he leaned in so he could taste around her ample cleavage. Rogue let out a soft moan while never turning away from Warren.

“So how bout it, Warren? You gonna keep worrying or are ya gonna follow Roberto’s lead?” she said, “Ah’m ready if ya want it.”

“Oh I want it, Rogue. You don’t have to worry about that,” said Warren as he eyed her body, “But say Roberto and I do wear you down. Does that mean you’ll take it a bit easier going forward.”

“Well we won’t know until we try now, won’t we?”

Warren still questioned Rogue’s mentality. The scope of this ritual was still sinking in for him and so many others. Betsy had telepathically reassured him that it was okay to embrace it. Even as he settled into this more free spirited state of mind, he couldn’t really rush it. Many others were doing the same. However, Rogue was taking a different approach. She was diving right into it with little hesitation and no one could convince her to pull back.

She was already getting into the mood, purring softly as Roberto kept fondling her breasts. While he was burying his face between them, she started fondling her pussy to get her blood flowing in all the right ways. Warren, who was only standing a few feet away, seemed convinced of her intent. He had no other questions and watching her enticing pose on the liberator pad was enough to arouse him as well.

“So how about it, angel boy? You gonna stand there and watch or are you gonna join the fun?” she said seductively.

“If you really think you can handle it, who am I to argue?” the winged mutant shrugged.

As he made his way over to her, Rogue directed Roberto to step up his touching. While he face was still buried in her breasts, she grabbed one of his hands and drew it down to her pussy. He seemed to get the message and began fondling her outer folds, sticking two fingers inside her while he continued licking around her breasts. This freed up both hands for Rogue, who reached out and grabbed Warren’s dick as soon as he was in range. He was only semi-hard from just watching her. She went to work making him fully erect by skillfully stroking his manhood with both hands. Her grip was a little stronger than Warren expected. It was as if she was trying to show him that she could fully handle him and Roberto.

Whatever reservations there may have been before, both men set them aside as they went to work on Rogue. She made clear that she craved the touch of their naked bodies. She let out soft gasps as Roberto shoved his fingers deeper into her while licking around her nipple. She evoked similar gasps in Warren as she eagerly engulfed his still growing penis in her mouth, slurping and tasting his manly flesh. It was getting her aroused at a rate faster than both the men. After only a few minutes of this heated touching, her pussy was dripping with arousal. As soon as she sensed that Roberto’s dick was fully erect, she was ready to plunge forward.

“Alright fellas. Ah ain’t too keen on draggin’ out the foreplay, so lets heat things up!” she said with Warren’s dick still in her hands.

“You know me. I’m always for heating things up,” grinned Roberto, now with a raging hard-on.

“Then let’s see what this liberator pad thingy can do. Since you got a head start, why don’t ya go to work on mah pussy, Roberto?” she suggested in an overly casual tone, “Warren can join in later once he catches up.”

“Um...thanks?” said Warren, still wincing a bit under her grip.

“Hey, you snooze you lose!” grinned Roberto.

Not letting go of Warren’s dick, Rogue rose up and adjusted herself so that she was lying on her stomach so that her body was angled upward. Her head hovered just over the top of the liberator pad, ensuring she still had a nice view of Warren’s growing prick. This also allowed Roberto to get behind her, propping himself up on his knees and positioning himself so that his erect dick was right in line with her pussy. Rogue had parted her legs a bit so that she was straddling the liberator pad somewhat, allowing her to elevate her hips in just the right way. Once he was at the perfect angle, Roberto grabbed Rogue by the hips and thrust upwards. The hot feeling of her tight pussy surrounding his hard dick was intoxicating.

“Ohhh fuck, Rogue! Your pussy is so hot!” grunted Roberto.

“Coming from you, Ah’ll take that as a hell of a compliment, sugah!” grinned Rogue in between sucking Warren off, “Now come on, sunny boy! Fuck meh!”

The Brazilian mutant mutant grinned and let his lust overtake him. Since she clearly didn’t care about taking it easy, he didn’t bother taking it easy. He quickly built up a rhythm, pumping his dick in and out of her tight folds. He skillfully worked his hips in an upward, diagonal motion. He even used some of his solar powers to enhance his thrusts. Usually, he would hesitate to do so when he was with a woman like this, but Rogue showed she could take it and challenged him to match her.

While Roberto was fully immersed in fucking Rogue’s pussy, she continued to give ample attention to Warren’s dick. In between encouraging Roberto, she kept stroking and sucking his manhood. Her grip eased up, allowing Warren to settle into it better. He soon embraced this descent into lust as well, running his hands through Rogue’s hair and enjoying the warm feeling of her tongue around his shaft. As her body bounced to force of his thrusts, her lips slithered up and down the winged mutants shaft. She actually used the momentum generated by Roberto to work for her. It was a creative way to share in the pleasure, leaving both men impressed with how Rogue was handling herself.

She had encouraged a very heated if not reckless pace of fucking. There was little effort to take it slow and really draw out the feeling. It was all about savoring the feel of each other’s naked flesh. Roberto certainly embraced it with his heated humping. He kept bouncing Rogue along the liberator pad, gripping her heart-shaped ass every step of the way. He thrust his dick into her with such tenacity that he pushed her to the brink of orgasm in short order.

“Mmf! Mmm...” she moaned with Warren’s cock still in her mouth.

“Whoa...Are-are you cumming, Rogue?” panted Roberto, who forced himself to slow down somewhat.

Rogue answered his question by letting out a deep moan that was muffled by the presence of Warren’s dick. Her body tensed and her back arched slightly, her sexual release triggering an burst of sensations. The tight throbbing of her pussy forced Roberto to slow down even further. Both he and Warren were caught by surprise. Usually, women didn’t climax this quickly. Either she was trying to prove that she could handle them or she was really that into it.

“I think that answers your question, Roberto,” said Warren with an impressed grin.

“Mmm...what’s the matter you two? You act like you never seen a lady cum,” she teased, still stroking Warren’s dick.

“It uh...usually doesn’t happen this easily,” said Roberto, who had since stopped his thrusting.

“Then maybe the other gals ain’t trying hard enough,” she joked.

The two men exchanged glances. This woman had a persona all her own. It was almost as arousing as the touch of her naked body. Seeing her climax this easily left them wanting more and she was happy to oblige them.

“Now then, seeing as how Roberto got his fill of mah pussy, it’s only fair we switch it up,” she said.

“But I...” began Roberto, clearly not done enjoying her insides.

“Relax, sugah. You’ll get another shot,” she assured him, “Now don’t bother moving. Just keep your dicks ready and Ah’ll do the rest.”

Once again, the liberator pad demonstrated it’s usefulness. Rogue turned her body around so that now her hips were arched up and her back was at a downward slope. This ensured her hips were right at Warren’s waistline, ensuring his dick had the perfect angle with which to enter her. By now all her oral teasing had left him fully erect. He quickly got into position, helping Rogue adjust her legs so that her knees were resting on the floor with the pad perfectly fitted under her stomach. Then with the same intent as Roberto had shown earlier, he grabbed her hips and thrust his manhood into her still throbbing pussy. Since there were still plenty of feminine secretions around her folds, his dick slid into her easily and allowed him to quickly establish as fervent pace.

As Warren began pounding away into her pussy, Rogue made sure that Robert didn’t feel left out. She drew him towards her, grasping onto his member that was still slick with her juices. With little hesitation, she devoured his cock with the same hunger she had done with Warren. He still winced a bit at how much strength she put into it, but any possible discomfort quickly faded as they settled back into a sexual fervor.

“Damn! You were right about her pussy, Roberto!” said Warren as he built up the rhythm.

“Told you!” the Brazilian mutant boasted, “Her tongue isn’t too bad either!”

The two men were really enjoying themselves now, having embraced Rogue’s approach to this ritual. Roberto let Rogue go to work on his dick. He held onto her head while she slurped and suckled his shaft. All the while Warren used the angle from the liberator pad as leverage, leaning over and using his wings to support himself as he worked his hips back and forth. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her butt was invigorating. Her still still throbbing pussy continued to squeeze his manhood in a tight, wet vice. As he fucked her, he roughly kneaded her ass with both hands. At one point his thumb rubbed against her asshole, which got a reaction from her. Surprisingly, she seemed to like this. So in the spirit of the moment that she herself established, he started fingering her ass while he kept pounding into her pussy.

“Ooh! You’re a naughty angel, aren’t ya!” said Rogue, now stroking Roberto’s dick while she caught her breath.

“Yeah...you actually like that, don’t you?” grunted Warren in between thrusts.

“Ah want ya to do it harder! Come on! Fuck mah pussy and finger mah ass!”

Warren did as she asked. With each thrust of his hips, he lightly worked his thumb in and out of her ass. He could tell she had applied lubricant on it earlier. She had been expecting this. It left him surprised yet again at how much she had embraced this ritual. However, this time he didn’t bother questioning it. If this was how she wanted it, then who was he to deny her?

It looked like Warren had laid all his concerns to rest. Roberto had long since avoided overthinking this scenario that Rogue had organized. He just leaned back and let Rogue do what she needed to do with his dick. She was very playful in her oral teasing, casually twirling her tongue around the tip of his member and firmly squeezing the base. He also felt her body jerk each time Warren thrust into her. It made for a nice chain of ecstasy that Rogue led with her infectious persona. It demonstrated that her nickname was well deserved.

This position ended up lasting much longer than the first. Rogue didn’t climax nearly as quickly, allowing Warren to hump her for a much longer period. Yet she still enjoyed the double dose of manly flesh. The feeling of Warren’s dick pounding into her pussy and the manly taste of Roberto’s dick in her mouth helped flood her with a lustful energy that was intoxicating. While she enjoyed all the sensations that filled her, she could tell the two men wanted more and she knew just how to deliver.

“Alright, gents! Time to step it up a bit!” said Rogue after giving Roberto’s dick one last lick.

“You...you mean this wasn’t enough?” moaned Warren as he slowed his thrusting.

“Hell no! This was just a warm-up fuck! Now Ah want you both to do meh at once.”

“Uh...weren’t we doing that already?” said Roberto, now holding his member to keep it hard.

“Not in the way Ah want,” she said strongly, “This is how it’s gonna work. One of you is gonna take mah pussy. The other is gonna fuck mah ass. Sound good?”

“As if we’re in a position to argue?” said Warren, having since stopped his thrusting.

“Good! Now let’s do this!”

Warren pulled out of her so that they could get into another position. This time Warren was the one who got on the liberator pad. He had been standing for a while and his legs were getting a bit tired. He settled in on the liberator pad so that he was sitting on a downward angle with his wings supporting him from behind. Rogue rose up in a crap-like position so he could get completely under her. This also allowed Roberto to rise up into a better position. Having only had a taste of her pussy for a brief time, he was eager to try it again. As he maneuvered his hips into place, Warren grabbed Rogue by the waist so that she was perfectly sandwiched between him and Roberto. After a bit more negotiating, his dick was right at Rogue’s anus while Roberto’s dick was right outside her pussy.

“You ready on your end, Warren?” asked Roberto as he grabbed onto Rogue’s thighs for leverage.

“I’m ready if you are!” he told him, “Come on, Roberto! She thinks we can’t handle her! Let’s show her she’s wrong!”

Their confidence mixed with their burning lust as the two men coordinated and began fucking Rogue. Warren made the first move, steadily working his dick into Rogue’s ass. Once he was all the way in, Roberto thrust his hips forward and drove his manhood back into her pussy. The double penetration of both men caused Rogue to let out a loud moan that reverberated throughout the sun room.

“Ohhhhhh fuck! You’re inside meh! Both of you...inside meh!” she gasped.

Encouraged by her reaction, the two men began humping her. They continued their coordination. Every time Roberto slid his cock partially out of her pussy, Warren thrust up into her ass. When Warren slithered his dick out a bit, Roberto thrust up into her pussy. These alternating thrusts bombarded Rogue’s body with waves of stimulation. It was a little uncomfortable when Warren first thrust into her ass, but the added presence of Roberto’s dick in her pussy helped compensate. As her inner muscles adjusted, waves of pleasure followed and she found herself fully enmeshed with these two men.

Now completely immersed in this feeling, Rogue and her two eager male participants indulged in an outburst of sexual energy. Her moans echoed over Roberto and Warren’s deep grunts. The feeling of so much naked skin pressing against her was deeply satisfying, especially for someone who had only recently regained the ability to touch again. As they went at it, she encouraged the two men to touch her in other ways. Warren reached around and fondled her breasts with both hands while Roberto held her legs up and traced over her thighs. By now their bodies were covered in a light layer of sweat. The heat from the sun added an extra element of sensuality. It also allowed Roberto to utilize his powers.

“Hold on, Rogue! You too, Warren! I-I’m gonna use a little solar power to heat things up!” panted Roberto.

“Do it already! Just-just don’t slow down! Ah-Ah’m gonna cum again soon!” Rogue yelled out.

Roberto’s body flared as he summoned a small part of his power. In doing so more heat filled the room and surged through Rogue. It wasn’t too hot that it burned, but it was definitely noticeable. Rogue felt it in her pussy and even Warren felt it as he kept thrusting his member into her ass. It added a unique bit of sensation in addition to more forceful thrusting that bounced Rogue’s body between the two men with more vigor.

After only a brief while in this heated rhythm, Rogue was close to climaxing again. This time Roberto and Warren were close as well, but not close enough to meet Rogue when it happened. As the sensations escalated, her moans grew louder and her inner muscles throbbed with more intent. With the two men still fucking both her holes, she panted heavily as she prepared for another release.

“OH-OH-OH KEEP GOING, BOYS! KEEP GOING!” she exclaimed, “FUCK MEH TILL AH CUM! FUCK MEH TILL AH...OHHHHHHHHH!”

This time when she climaxed, Roberto and Warren felt it as well. Her vaginal muscles and rectal muscles contracted in a way that squeezed both their dicks mercilessly. Since they were both close to climaxing as well, it sent them right to the brink. They had to slow their thrusting, giving Rogue time to really enjoy the pleasure that followed. Waves of euphoria coursed through her body. It was much more intense than her first orgasm, having double the stimulation in her pussy and ass. It lasted much longer and left her dazed. However, she wasn’t too dazed to realize that the two men hadn’t climaxed yet. For that, she had an easy solution.

“Dang! That felt...so good!” she said breathlessly, “You fellas deserve a reward! Why don’t ya pull out and cum on mah face?”

“Well if you think you can handle it!” grinned Roberto.

“I think that’s a moot point now,” said Warren, his urges now superseding his capacity to question.

While Rogue was still swimming in the sensations of her orgasm, Roberto pulled out and rose up off her. Warren followed soon after, pushing Rogue up so he could remove his cock from her ass and carefully maneuvered so that she could fall back onto the liberator pad. Now lying on her back at an incline, she stood poised to take them both on for the final act. Roberto and Warren grabbed their dicks and stroked themselves to keep them close to their climax, coordinating carefully so that they were positioned right over in a way that had their dicks pointing right at her face. Once they were in just the right stance, Rogue reached out and took over the stroking. Using her powerful grip, she guided them towards their release.

Both Warren and Roberto were content to let Rogue do the rest. After only a minute of hard stroking, they got their climax. Roberto got his first. He almost lost his balance as he threw his head back and released a thick load of semen right onto Rogue’s face. Warren followed a few moments after, firing an equally thick load around her chin and over her neck. They each let out moans of euphoria as the hot waves of pleasure coursed through their bodies. Rogue made sure every last drop was extracted. By the time they were spent, they both fell to the floor and leaned against the liberator pad for support. As they caught their breath, they took in the sight of Rogue and her cum-drenched face.

“Fuck Rogue,” was all Roberto to get out.

“Since Roberto can’t seem to get the words out, I’ll say it,” said Warren breathlessly, “When you get to overdoing something, you go the extra distance, Rogue.”

“Is that a compliment or a criticism?” she said jokingly.

“More of observation,” he said, “One that makes it hard to determine who wore who down if that even matters at this point.”

Rogue chuckled as she watched the two men gather themselves. As they admired her naked form, she gathered up the thick globs of cum around her face and neck. She licked up some as if to show Warren that she hadn’t been worn down. She wanted this and she enjoyed herself. It may have seemed like a bit much for them, but it was just enough for her.

“I take it this means you’re not going to slow down,” commented Roberto after having gathered himself.

“Now why would Ah wanna do that?” she teased as she let out content sigh.

“I know you think you’ve proved your point, Rogue. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pace yourself,” made Warren, still showing a touch of serious concern through the afterglow, “We’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves with this ritual. I don’t think it’s an exercise to test our limits.”

“Well you fellas may know your sexual limits. Hell, even Remy had a long time to discover his. Ah’ve spent a long time only having to guess at it. The way Ah see it, this may be the best and only time for meh to explore mah sexuality. Ah’m gonna try and make good use of it. If it means pushing harder than the rest of ya, so be it.”

Rogue wasn’t going to be dissuaded. That much she made clear. Roberto and Warren exchanged glances and shrugged. They had nothing left to say to her. This ritual was all fun, sex, and relaxation for them. For Rogue, it was something different. She had been denied this kind of intimacy for a long time. This ritual was a chance to embrace it in a unique if not extreme manner. Given the nature of this ritual, it seemed appropriate in a way every bit as unorthodox as her rebellious persona.

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