Remy Is A Man-Slut

Remy Is A Man-Slut

Day 1: Hank McCoy
"Mon ami, you nee' to ge' some res'!"
Hank McCoy spun his chair around in surprise; finding a pair of red-on-black eyes boring into his skull.
"Monsieur LeBeau, please, I am at a most critical moment in my endeavour!"
"Hank," Remy approached with a warm smile on his face, "you been a' dis for days. Bobby's been pining for you cher. Logan's been hornier den usual, an' even I can' hold dem off for ever." The smile morphed into a smirk.

"Remy, I wish I could relax, but unfortunately my Hippocratic Oath calls me to finish this."
"'Firs' do no harm' includes yourself, cher. You been living off not'ing bu' coffee an' twinkies for a week. Maybe two hours of sleep every nigh', no res', no time wid your friends..." Remy's smirk added the obvious implication to a rather persuasive argument.

Hank turned away from the tempting incubus stalking his medlab. "I can't. Not when I'm..." he clenched his large blue paw, "so god damned close to vanquishing this pathology."
"Mon ami," Remy moved closer, his left arm embracing the Beast from behind, his right hand caressing the benevolent blue giant's furry cheek, "you won' be t'inking righ' if you don' le' yourself relax an' recharge. Come on cher, le' Gambit help you unwind." Remy leaned in, gently nuzzling the Doctor's ear.

"Oh... mmmmmmm," the deep purr-growl resonated through the medlab. Hank leaned back into the nuzzle, his own sharp teeth bared in pleasure. "You are nothing if not persuasive, my Acadian friend."

Suddenly, Hank realised This is the first time Gambit has walked into my lab of his own accord. He avoids his checkups like they were Ebola virus!
"Remy, you don't have any anxieties about coming here?"
"No' at all, mon ami," Remy smirked through his reply. "I go' no reason to be scared of you," his teeth began nibbling at Hank's sensitive ear, "you such a big gen'le hunk."
"Oh Remy..." Hank sighed as he fully reclined back and went limp in the Cajun's grasp.

Remy slid his hands under Hank's labcoat. The muscular, furry back was knotted with stress yet slouched with fatigue.
"Mon cher, you in really bad shape... Le' me give you a massage, help you relax."

The hands were warm, skilled, and they travelled deep beneath the blue mutant's soft fur to caress the sensitive skin beneath.
"Grrrr..." Hank purred, feeling the Cajun's lithe fingertips sink deeply into his aching muscles. The touch felt almost electric; the kinetic energy swirling around within him should explain thaaa... Oh my stars and garters that feels amazing!

"Feelin' be''er mon ami? Remy making you feel relaxed?" The kinetically-powered mutant purred softly into Beast's pointed ear before he gently nibbled on its tip.

Hank could only reply with a soft, low growl of satisfaction before the fatigue, coupled with Remy's soothing touch and warm charm, took him into unconsciousness.

"Oui, cher" Remy whispered through his smirk, "ge' de res', because tomorrow, Logan an' Bobby an' I will be screwing your big blue brains ou'."

Remy left the lab, turning off the lights as the gentle blue Doctor softly snored.

Day 2: Emma Frost
"Remy, would you mind explaining to me why you have me tied up over my desk?"

A smirking Gambit looked back hungrily at an equally smirking Emma Frost. Licking his lips, he replied in a tone saturated with mischief. "Well chere, dat's because las' week I was tied over de desk."

"Oh yes, what a marvellous time that was," Frost purred back. She wore nothing but a bustless white leather corset, thigh-high stiletto-heeled boots, and a fur-trimmed cape. Her wrists and ankles were secured by white ropes. Her ash blond mane cascaded downwards; her generous breasts slowly heaved with her breathing.
"Alright Monsieur LeBeau. Do your worst. Your very, very worst."

"My pleasure, chere," Remy replied, letting his words slowly drip from his mouth. He ran his skilled hands down her sides, letting them flow over her curves. The soft pink of her nipples drew his dark gaze first; teasing him with promises of further pleasures. Casting his coat aside, Remy straddled Emma's bound body and lowered his mouth towards the firm, sensitive skin.

Emma softly gasped as she felt the Cajun's warm tongue encircle her areolus before drifting towards the raised centre. The gasp melted into a soft moan as the very tip of Remy's tongue feathered the tip of her nipple.
"Oh Gambit, you are rather skilled at this, aren't you?"

"To borrow a friend's catchphrase, mon petit, Gambit de bes' a' wha' he do, an wha' he's doing is a beaudiful succubus named Emma," Gambit replied through his near-permanent smirk. He then descended upon the White Queen's other nipple and tasted the faint saltiness of skin. Her moan waltzed into his ears as Gambit's efforts were rewarded with Emma's back deliciously arched off the desk.

Emma's breathing was fast and her heart was racing with adrenaline. Her desire ached for more. "Lower, LeBeau. Don't try my patience."

"No problem, cher," Remy purred back as his lips trailed kissed down her abdomen. With painstaking slowness, Remy lowered himself progressively closer to the velvet folds of skin between her thighs. He heard her breaths quicken in anticipation as he neared the most sensitive part of her. Delicately, the tip of his tongue crept out of his lips and caressed the throbbing center of her lust.

A long, resonant moan flowed out of Emma's lips as she felt the warm, soft tongue of the Cajun glide across her silken flesh. Her mind was flooded with the liquid fire of pleasure as she strained against the ropes. She felt those teeth slowly nibble their way down her labia, the tongue tease the flesh apart, his hot mouth engulf and suck on her clit. She purred contentedly, the Cajun's name whispered between gasps.

Remy smirked as he tasted her and watched her writhe under his tongue's caresses. Her sweet scent and satisfied purrs flooded his brain; his shaft lengthened and strained against his black jeans. His fingers efficiently freed his cock and wrapped around the straining hardness. His hand slid along his manhood to the rhythm of her moans. The tightness in his groin was like a slow burning, announcing his closeness.

The White Queen clenched her teeth as she was taken ever closer to the apex of pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed, pupils dilated, breathing rapid. She strained against the ropes; her moans became louder. That incredible tongue glided across spots she thought only she knew about.
"Remy, don't even consider stopping!"

The Cajun pumped his shaft as he continued; his tongue curled around her soft, quivering womanhood. As Emma cried out in climax, Remy reached his own. He growled in completion; sated from his feasting upon the blonde.

"Well, that was a wonderful way to burn some time, Monsieur LeBeau."
"Indeed, ma cherie," Gambit purred back as he undid Emma's bindings. "Same time nex' week, oui?"
"Oh, most certainly," Emma replied, barely concealing her smirk of anticipation.

Day 3: Alex Summers
The muscular blond's fist pounded upon the door. The door was opened slowly by a man with red-on-black eyes that were almost concealed by heavy eyelids. The dark-eyed man was wearing only a pair of black satin boxer shorts that bore a pattern of the Ace of Hearts.
"Oui, Havok?" The voice was slightly unsteady.
"Gambit. We need to talk."
"Can' dis wai' mon ami? Dis Cajun need his beau'y sleep." Gambit didn't hide the annoyance in his voice.

Havok exhaled, then reluctantly said "I need your help."
"D'accord. Come in." Gambit stepped aside as the blond Summers entered and closed the door.

No one wants Alex. They all want Scott. "Remy, I want to be a better fuck than my brother."

Instantly, Gambit's eyes widened and his plush lips twisted into the familiar smirk. He leaned back against the wall of his bedroom, legs and arms casually crossed.
"So you wanna learn from de bes', mon ami? Well dat," Remy stalked forward and ran his fingertips along Alex's square jaw, "dat can be arranged."

Havok slightly gasped at the touch before bringing his breathing back into line. After learning from him, I'll be such a good lay no one will think of me as "Scott-Lite" or "I Can't Believe It's Not Cyclops."

Remy moved in, tracing the more heavily built man's lips with his tongue and running his fingertips down Havok's chest. As they reached the waistband of Havok's shirt, they slid under and ascended back towards Alex's nipple. Remy's teeth nibbled lightly at the blond's parting lips.

Havok growled back, engulfing the athletic Cajun's mouth with his own. His tongue entered Remy's maw and savored the sweet, spicy flavors inside. His hands traveled up Remy's abs and chest before they grasped Remy's broad shoulders. He withdrew his tongue and stared directly into those sinister eyes.
"You're going to fuck me Remy."
"D'accord," Remy purred through his smirk.

[Five Minutes Later...]

Gambit surveyed his willing student that lay there on the black silk bed. In contrast to Remy's lithe musculature, Alex was just the smallest shade below a wrestler's build. Strong and large but without sacrificing mobility. Remy licked his lips as he took in the sight. The scar on his face made him so much more distinctive than Scott, who was handsome in that traditional, classical manner. Remy's elegant fingers trailed down towards that rock-hard bubble butt, aching to begin the lesson.

"De firs' big error dat people make... no' giving a homme enough preparation. You don' jus' jam i' in mon ami..." Remy licked his way up Alex's spine and savored the larger mutant's tremble, "trea' a good homme jus' like a good femme, be slow... take your time." Gambit's lubed index finger smoothly entered Alex.

As a second finger joined the first, Havok writhed in pleasure. His hand dug into the sheets as his breathing deepened.
"Remy, fuck yeah, damn that's..." Suddenly he felt a surge of pleasure that propelled a yell out of his lungs.

"An' dat's your swee' spot mon ami. Make sure you always ge' dat. Bu' don' explore for i' too much, you don' wan' sex to be like a checkup.." Gambit's mile-wide smirk and tented boxer shorts made everything clear. As he spread his fingers and delicately prepared the blond Summers brother, he leaned over Alex and nibbled at his thick neck.
"An' now for de main course..."

Alex growled deeply; the growl morphed into a moan as Remy slid inside him. It was one smooth, slow motion that ended with the Cajun's hard rod balls-deep inside the more heavily built mutant and pressed into his sweet spot. His hands wrenched at the sheets as he yelled in ecstasy.
Oh fuck, don't let this lesson end!

Fortunately for Alex, it was a long lesson.

Day 4: Sam Guthrie
"Buh... But Remy! Mah Pastor say its wrong tah do this!" Cannonball backed up hastily against the headboard as he looked in horror at the demon-eyed kineticist that crawled up his bed. Now, a shirtless Remy LeBeau was slithering up his athletic body, smirking like the cat about to swallow the canary. His face was blushing so deeply that he was amazed he had enough blood to sustain his rock hard erection.

"Ahh yes, dis silly li''le Church business... Cher, af'er I'm t'rough wid you, you'll find dat dere is heaven on earth!" Remy chuckled at the young Kentuckian as he ran his skilled hands over the blond man's hardness.

The young hayseed nearly jumped off the bed in surprise, but he didn't run away. He blushed even deeper, embarrassed by his body's betrayal of his own convictions.
"Gambit! Its... its.. it feels nahce but... But ah can't do this! An ain't you Catholic? Shauld'nt ya... ya listen tah what the Pope says about this?"

Remy chuckled through his smirk as his mouth neared Sam's ear.
"Cher, dat's jus' somet'ing mon pere dragged me along to on Sunday an' when I tried to ge' hitched. I's jus' for show, Gambit never believe a word of it."
Remy's mouth then moved lower; nibbling on Sam's ear whilst his hands made their way up the younger man's rock-hard abs.

"Buh... But you'll go tah hell and ya'll be.." He felt Remy's mouth collide with his; silencing his objections with a soft, warm tongue flicking across his teeth. Why, why did ya make me bahsexual God? Why does what Gambit's doin' ta me feel so good? He felt those plush lips leave his and start planting a trail of bites and kisses starting at his neck. It descended to his pecs to his abs and even further below; the trail sent fire racing toward his brain.
"Ahhh Gambit..." he clenched his teeth as he felt those lips engulf the crown of his hardness, "Damn ah.. ah.. whah do ya make me want this?"
The Cajun's dark chuckle sent electric shocks of pleasure through Sam's cock.

Remy's tongue caressed the head of the hard rod that lay in his mouth. Slowly he coiled his tongue around the young Kentuckian's shaft and sank downward. As he engulfed Cannonball's manhood in the ferocious tightness of his throat, he couldn't help but think of what a joy it was to give this handsome young stud his first time with another man. An Remy gonna make sure he comes crawling back for more...

Sam gasped in pleasure and writhed on the bed. Those seductive, sinister eyes gazed up at him when he looked down. It was his cock in Remy's sensual mouth, his cock that was sliding in and out; slick with his seducer's saliva.
"Ahh mah god! Remy..." he moved his hand downwards and buried it in the silken tendrils of the Cajun's hair.

Gambit released Sam's throbbing shaft, smirking at the innocent hayseed. He rose back up, straddling Sam's waist and gazing into his lust-filled eyes. They turned nervous.
"Somet'ing wrong cher?"
"Yah... yah naht gonna fuck me, are you?" The tone told Remy everything.
"Cher," Remy moved his face closer to Sam's, "dat don' have to be painful... bu' if you don' wan' dat dis time..." his caring smile briefly morphed into a smirk, "we don' nee' to do dat."
With that, Gambit picked the lube up from the night stand, applying it to the younger mutant's manhood.

Cannonball's eyes went wide for a second as he realised Remy's intentions.
"Re... Remy.. ya wahnt me ta fuck ya?"
"Oui, cher. You gonna fuck me Sam. An' you gonna love it. I promise."

Gambit then slid further up Sam's torso and positioned the tip of Sam's desire right against his tight entrance. With excruciating slowness, he lowered his lithe, muscular form, engulfing the younger mutant.
"Mon dieu Sam..." Remy released a deep, predatory purr-growl.

The heat... the tightness... those eyes locking onto his so ruthlessly; "Remy, ah mah god yeah..."
"Oui, Sam. I'm gonna ge' you off cher. Cum for me Cannonball."
"Gambit, ah mah god Gambit.. Ahm so dahm close..." Sweat dripped down Guthrie's face as he panted; chest heaving as Remy rode him. He felt the tightening in his groin as his grip dug into the sheets. And as Gambit stroked his own hardness to climax, Sam cried out; blasting his seed into the Cajun.
Did he take me, or did Ah take him?

As Remy held the young Kentuckian, he whispered into his ear, "I t'ink i's time for you to t'ink abou' a new Church, mon ami."
"Yeah... maybe Ah shauld be."

Day 5: Ororo Monroe
"Rough day, dear brother?"
"Oui," replied the tall Acadian as he entered the greenhouse. He slid his jacket off and rested it on a spare shelf near the door. "Go' not'ing beyond bruises, a' leas,'" he continued with a small smile.

Ororo Monroe tilted her watering can back. She had tended to all her beloved plants, except one. She sat her watering can down and walked over to the stand where her teapot stood.
"Well at least nothing too serious has injured you, Remy. Please make yourself comfortable."

Remy slinked over to the chair. His stride was graceful yet devoid of pretense. As he sat down, he smiled as he observed the light filtering through the glass roof, caressing the plants and giving Ororo a warm, diffused glow.
"Ahh, 'Ro, wha' would I ever do wid'ou' you ma chere?"

"You'd probably be doing very well for yourself, dear brother," she replied with a warm smile. She brought two cups of tea over to the table. As she walked, her sarong swayed with her hips and made no secret of her elegant curves. The bone white of hair hair perfectly complemented her cappuccino skin. The sapphire of her eyes was not cold and piercing, but calming.

Remy smirked as Ororo sat in his lap. Blood rushed below his waist as he saw her sarong subtly slide just that smallest bit further down her hips. The cups of tea were promptly forgotten.
"You t'inking wha' I'm t'inking, chere?"

Ororo simply smiled in response and bestowed a soft kiss upon Remy's plush lips.

Remy replied by sliding his long hand under the weather witch's shirt and letting it ascend towards her nipple. As the firm nub of skin was rolled between his fingers, he kissed back; his tongue tasting her delicate lips.

Storm moaned softly as she felt those skilled fingers grasp her nipples; she invited Remy's tongue inside her mouth slowly. Her own tongue teased at his, as if cajoling him inside. She slid her shirt upwards and discarded it with a prompt flick of her wrists. Her hands then went to Gambit's straining jeans and quickly freed the Cajun's hardness from its denim prison.

His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. His tongue tasted her mouth slowly, as if it were a fine Bordeaux. As his tongue slipped between her teeth, his aching manhood began to moisten at the tip.
"Oui, 'Ro, I never tire of dis..."

"Wonderful, dear friend," Storm whispered back, moving herself upwards and pressing her eager womanhood against Gambit's throbbing length. With one final kiss on Remy's forehead, she lowered herself down onto him with delicious slowness; one long moan emerged from her lips as her head snapped back.

Remy closed his eyes and purred deeply as his shaft was drawn into Ororo's tight, velvet warmth. He gasped with the pleasure as the warmth around his shaft took him ever deeper inside her. The friction of her breasts rubbing against his torso set his heart pummelling against his rib cage. As he felt her reach the very base of his length, he opened his eyes. On Ororo's face was that warm, compassionate, graceful smile that never failed to lift his mood. He smirked back as he lowered his mouth to her breast.

Her head snapped back again as both sensations assaulted her mind. The deep warmth within her as Remy filled her so perfectly was ecstatic in itself; but the tongue circling her pebbled nipple just made it all better. One of the Cajun's arms circled her; the other reached down and stroked her clitoris with his inimitable dexterity. All these sensations together were simply too much; fire raced through her loins.

A bead of sweat dripped down Remy's face as he moved inside Ororo at a measured pace. Tightness in his groin built up; his climax approached quickly. The taste of her skin and the heat of her body drove him relentlessly towards his apex. His hand delicately stroked the silken center of her desire as he inched closer to his completion.

They both cried out; gasping each other's names and clinging to each other's sculpted flesh as the final ecstasy raced through them. The following rhythm of soft panting soon subsided as Ororo slid off Remy and picked up her now-lukewarm cup of tea.

"No' de bes' way to cool down a ho' drink, non?" Remy chuckled through his smirk.

The End