X-Men Porn Story: jean the goddess 2

X-Men Porn Story: jean the goddess 2

“Or drink?” Pyro grinned.

She was going to stop blushing. She really was. Sometime. “Uh, yeah, um … what do you want?”

“Don’t play games with us, kittycat.” Avalanche pulled her trembling arm aside and looked her over lustily.

“On second thought, let’s let her play games with us.” Pyro was on her other side, and she put her left arm at her side as well. He kissed her, and Avalanche put his hot mouth on her tits.

Mmmm. She felt like purring. Pyro’s mouth leisurely licked hers as Avalanche left shivery kisses on her chest. She felt someone’s finger at the cleft between her legs and gasped a little at the shocky, tingly feeling of someone else finally touching her there.

“Jumpy as a cat, hm? Let’s see if a little petting will calm the kitty down.” Avalanche gently licked her ear as his finger started stroking her clit.

“Good idea, Av.” Pyro moved one hand to her chest and kept kissing her. The lovely, shivery hot sensations mingled, and she parted her thighs to feel more.

“I don’t know, Py. She seems to be getting more and more excited. Here, put your hand right here.” Avalanche stopped stroking her clit, and she moaned as Pyro took his mouth from hers. She spread her legs wider, desperate for more.

“Yeah, I see what you mean, Av.” Pyro gently tapped her clit, and her hips bucked against his finger. Another hand moved down and a finger slipped into the opening of her cunt. Pyro now was gently caressing her clit, sliding his fingers around the little nub, as Avalanche stroked his finger into her small hole.

“Mm. You get even more interesting feelings here, Py.” Pyro stopped stroking her clit, and she nearly screamed.

“Please, please.” Pyro’s finger gently probed her cunt now. 

Avalanche looked at her curiously. “Please what? You haven’t exactly been telling us what to do, now. Have you?”

“Oh, please, don’t stop touching me.” She ached, she tingled, she burned.

“Touching you where?” Avalanche kissed her nipple.

Frustrated, she took his hand and brought it to her clit. “Here! Please!”

“She said please, Av. Gotta do it if a lady says please.” Pyro’s finger was stretching her a little. It felt weird, but good.

“Oh. In that case …” Avalanche’s fingers moved fast and furious over her, and she was surprised into a quick orgasm. She nearly sat straight up with the force of it, then fell back to the bed as the pleasure burst through her, hot and heavy. Her muscles spasmed, and her cunt tingled oddly with Pyro’s finger in it, stretching a bit more as she came around him.

She laid there for a few seconds, recovering. The men grinned at each other, then Pyro gestured to her. “After you, old bean.”

“Oh, no, no, dear fellow. After you.” Avalanche copied Pyro’s accent almost perfectly.

“Are you sure, Av? She’d fit you like a glove, she would. I know. I felt it.” His finger teased her a bit more, then left her.

“Well, if you insist. But I insist you try out the other end at the same time, Py.” Avalanche’s finger started teasing her clit again.

“She’ll have to get up a bit for that. Come on, pretty Kitty. On your hands and knees.”

“Mmm?” Kitty was only half following the conversation. She was warm, and her body felt good.

“Come on, sweetie. We can’t screw you this way.” Pyro lifted her head so she could see him.

“Mmm. Okay.” She moved into the position they wanted, her muscles protesting. She was so warm and felt so good …

Avalanche’s tongue licked up her juices, and she gasped. Pyro gently inserted his cock in her mouth. “Ever done this before?” he asked.

She shook her head around his cock and jumped a little as Avalanche licked her again. “Just suck it a bit, then. That’s it … oo, what are you doing with your tongue, there? Ah, ah … careful of the teeth.”

She carefully sucked at him, trying to remember to keep her lips around her teeth as Avalanche licked her, getting her excited again. She felt him at her opening again, warm and solid, and she was so wet, so hot …

Ow! He pushed into her, one solid thrust, and her cunt clenched around him painfully. Pyro gasped a little. “Take it easy on her, mate. I want to still have my cock after she sucks it.”

“Sorry,” Avalanche said, not sounding the least bit sorry. “She’s just … so … tight …”

She tried to concentrate on slurping, sucking, while her mind kept screaming new things at her (oh my GOD his cock is inside me … I’m fucking two men, I’m really bad … oh, wow, he’s moving … is that my G-spot? Feels incredible) and her hips jerked against Avalanche’s cock as her throat got sore from sucking Pyro’s dick.

Was he getting bigger? Oh, God … she felt every move as Avalanche quivered, groaned, and spurted into her tight little pussy. He thrust convulsively into her and then withdrew, gasping. “Oh, that was nice.” He slapped her butt gently. She trembled and extended her hips toward him again.

“How you doing, Py?”

Pyro’s face was red, and his eyes were closed. “Pretty good, Av,” his strained voice gasped out, “but I think her mouth’s gonna wear out before I do.”

He suddenly pulled out of her mouth, turned her around, and plunged into her pussy. She screamed and bit down on a pillow, her cunt clenching him hard. He stroked deep and hot, wet and fast, stretching her wider, then coming inside her hard, fast, and great. She couldn’t hold back and screamed into the pillow as she came again with his hot, hard cock spreading her open. 

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She ran at a measured pace into the forest surrounding the mansion, breathing hard. Funny. She could have sworn she was in better shape than this. She forced herself to breathe normally.

Logan’s shirt flapped around her stomach, distracting her. Why did the man have to be so short? Couldn’t he have a thing for outsized shirts?

A low growl came from off to her right. She turned and started running away faster in the opposite direction, when she ran into something large, furry, and warm. He grabbed her roughly and grinned.

“Boo,” Sabretooth spat into her face.

She tried to pull away. He stood there and laughed. “You challenged me, didn’t you, Logan’s little slut?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sage gave up her efforts to pull away. “I merely said what Logan does, that you’re inferior to him in every way. Size, technique … everything.”

She pretended to close her eyes, but left a small slit open. His face darkened, and he pulled her into his chest, hard. Her eyes flew open and looked into his.

“Let’s do a little comparison, then.” He grabbed her chin and forced her head up. “Open wide.”

She kept her mouth closed, so he moved his hand under her jaw and yanked it open, then growled and forced his tongue inside. She gently responded after a minute or two, circling his tongue with hers, pressing urgently against his body. Mmm … so good …

His claws shredded the shirt she was wearing, ripping the back to bits. Damn. She wished he wouldn’t do that. Holding her head to his, he used his other hand to slice the shirt off from the front, then snatched her left breast and rubbed it forcefully.

She bit back the urge to moan into his mouth at the lovely sensual touch. She did, however, pull back from him a bit and tried to sneer. “Is that all you’ve got?”

“Not even close.” He watched her face as he flicked his thumb rapidly over her nipple. She tried to play it cool, but she was leaning into his hand and her scent was all lust, mixed with that irritating Logan’s.

“Get on your knees.” He pulled her close and opened his pants, the only clothing he was wearing. 

She looked at his lovely large cock dubiously. “Well, if that’s the best you can do …” She knelt down on the ground and slowly sucked him into her mouth.

He snarled. She was destroying his focus, sucking it out of him, licking it out with that wet tongue, fucking him senseless with her mouth. No more. Time for revenge.

He pulled out of her mouth, and this time she did groan, “Oh …”

He threw her to the ground on her back, then spread her legs wide and entered her slowly, savoring her nice tight wet cunt. He had enough memory to hiss, “His cock must be the width of a #2 pencil for you to be this tight,” before he lost himself in the movement and the lovely, achy feeling of being inside her again.

“Oh, God, you’re much bigger,” she panted, thrusting up at him again and again. Finally. It had been far too long since she’d had him this way. She tightened around him. It was happening. At last it was happening. She screamed loudly as she came, squeezing his cock, and he increased the pace until he spurted into her with a howl of satisfaction.

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Logan entered the mansion quietly. Just his luck to go out and forget his favorite hat. He stopped and sniffed the air. There were unfamiliar scents in the house. He cocked his head and extended his claws.

There was the smell of Quicksilver, Avalanche, Pyro, and Kitty on the first floor. He stole up the stairs and went down the hall of the women’s dorm to Kitty’s room. There were weird sounds coming from inside. He knocked. “Kitty?”

The sounds stopped, and she called out, “Yes?”

“You havin’ any trouble?”

“No,” a male voice called. Aussie accent, cocky voice, yep. It was Pyro.

He opened the door. Pyro was behind Kitty, and Avalanche was in front of her, lying over her. They were all in bed together. He raised an eyebrow. “Are these guys here to try to steal Jean away or somethin’? Cause if they are, I can get rid of them for you.”

Pyro moved against her from behind and she giggled. “Hey! I’m trying to talk!” Avalanche moved against her in front and she moaned. “No, no, they’re just visiting me.”

“Well, okay. Quicksilver visiting you, too?” He didn’t quite get why the guys would be handling Kitty like that, but it wasn’t any of his business. They didn’t seem to be hurting her, in any case, so it really didn’t matter.

Kitty breathed out, “No, he’s visiting Storm … oo, yes, keep doing that.”

He retracted his claws. “All right. You get into any trouble, though, you can call on me.”

“Oo. Oh. Yes. Yes. Please, Dominic, please. Don’t stop.”

He closed the door. Weird, the things these villains would do. He sighed and headed for his room.

Damn it. Sage had been in there again. She’d been coming in pretty regular for the past two months, about once a week, and each time some of his clothes were missing. She said she was just doing his laundry, but he never saw the things she took again. He was going to have to tell her to leave his stuff alone. Let her buy her own flannel if she wanted it.

He picked up his hat and left the mansion again, in the rain.

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Afterward, Victor held her, and she relaxed against his warm furry body. “We have to stop meeting like this. I feel bad about constantly taking Logan’s things.”

“What the runt don’t know won’t hurt him.” His hand stroked her back.

She kissed his chest. “I know. Perhaps I should buy him a new wardrobe.”

“Works for me.” His face was peaceful. “Just look up with me for a minute, would you?”

She turned. The clouds were parting, and one star shone through them. Beautiful. She smiled. “I hope that does not mean Pietro is leaving. Storm deserves all the fucking she can get.”

“You talked them into it?” Surprised, he turned her face so he could see her. “You really got them to do it?”

“Yeah,” she breathed. “They were so horny, really, all I had to do was give them the idea.” She did a brief telepathic survey. Storm was relaxed and content, and Kitty was … well. Kitty was far wilder than she had anticipated. Rogue was nervous. Magneto was coming to her room. She felt it.

“Who did they choose?” His eyes alight with interest, he licked her mouth sloppily.

She snorted. “Ew.” She wiped her mouth. “Well, Sinister shall have to do without, unless he made a clone of someone. Storm chose Quicksilver, and Rogue chose Magneto.”

“No kiddin’. And the kid?” Victor pulled her down to his chest again and embraced her.

“Avalanche and Pyro.” She waited for it. There was a sudden intake of breath, then the chuckle rose up from his chest.

“Wow. Never knew she was such a spitfire. I might have to look in on her.” His tone was teasing, but she punched him anyway.

“Don’t even think about it. She doesn’t want you.” She looked down on her lover with concern.

He smiled. “Why should I stay with you?”

“Oh, I can think of a few reasons …” She bent down and licked him gently. He flicked a finger between her legs.

He pulled her close again. “Guess I’ll stay with you, then.” He held her, and she rested against him, at ease and comfortable. 

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Rogue paced the length of her room. She wore her usual uniform. The noises had died down from Kitty’s suite. She was glad of that.

She was beginning to regret having called in Magneto at all. She wasn’t like the other X-women. Her powers shut her out, kept her from the most casual of touches, even before Jean resurrected again. The only men she had ever touched skin to skin were the ones she fought before and after joining the X-men, with the exception of Wolverine after she had saved Mariko’s life.

In fact, she was resentful of other women in general, and the X-women in particular. Why did they get to have so much, and she so little? Why did Jean get any man she looked at? And how dare Kitty have two men?! The show-off midget bitch already had more than Rogue ever could dream of. Why did she have to be the only one to find all her love in romance novels?

Rogue turned to her mirror. Her angry green eyes flashed into her reflection’s. She wasn’t bad looking. She was powerful. Why didn’t anyone want her?

She hit the wall full-force, anger driving her reaction. Why bother? She’d better tell Magneto to leave once he arrived. That way she wouldn’t have to live with the rejection of every man in the universe, as well as the ones she lived with. Then she could pretend that somewhere out there, someone wanted her and dreamed of her.

She sat, defeated. She was pathetic, really, hoping her dreams would be fulfilled by a psychotic villain, anyway. Why did she ever agree to this?

–Because you hoped it would finally work out.

But it won’t.

–It’s better to try, isn’t it?

Not when you get your heart slammed into the ground.

–What if it would work out, though, and because you didn’t try, you never get any part of what you want?

Torn, tormented, she didn’t notice the sound of her window opening. She did, however, feel warmth and pressure on her left shoulder. She pulled away, hard, and looked up to see Magneto in full costume looking down at her, red helmet hiding most of his face. “Did I come at a bad time?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” She got up and started pacing around. Her teddy bear and Arctic fox looked up at her with their black plastic eyes. “I’m not sure why I asked you here.”

He stood still, watching and waiting. “You said it was because you were interested in my cause, the cause of mutant freedom.”

“Freedom?” She laughed. “I’d never have freedom even if you were king of the universe, Magneto. Just look at me.” She flung her arms wide. “I have to cover every inch of skin I can because if I touch someone, they suffer and so do I. Is that freedom?” She stalked closer to him, anger fueling every step. “I can’t pet a cat, hold a baby, shake my friends’ hands, or even take my change from the cashier at a store without being insulated from every touch. Is that freedom? I’ll never be able to have a lover without one of those damned ‘full body’ condoms from that stupid movie I watched a couple years ago … I don’t remember the name of it, but I was the only one NOT laughing at that scene!”

“Naked Gun.”

“What?” She stopped a few feet from him, hands shaking violently.

“The movie. Naked Gun.” He smiled, gentle and sad.

She considered it briefly. “Okay. Anyway, the point is that now, I don’t even get to dream about being touched by anybody because of that damned Grey bitch …”

“What did she do now?” He sat on the bed and smoothed his red cape over the covers.

She frowned. “I don’t know. It seems like every man here, though, would rather be near her than any other woman in the world. Before she came back, I’d at least get the occasional stare, some flirtation, something. Now, I don’t even get that. I’m alone, and I’m lonely, and it feels like it will never change! Do you have any idea what it’s like to be on the outside of everything, never getting a chance to be a part of what everyone else takes for granted, not even being able to dream of fitting in?” She collapsed onto the floor, sitting down hard with her legs crossed, and flopped her torso forward so her face touched the green carpet.

He did not speak for a few minutes, though he made some soft noises of cloth over cloth and moved a few times. It irritated her that he would not respond to her, but she was not going to do anything about it.

“Get up,” he said at last.

“Get up?” She moved only her head, raising her face from the rug to see a changed Magneto. She sat up straight.

He had removed his helmet and gloves. Now, he was wearing a nice black suit, dress shoes, and was pinning a small rose in his buttonhole at her mirror. His red cape swirled about his form attractively. “Yes. You’re not dressed properly.”

She rose to her full height. “Dressed for what?”

“Our date.” He calmly adjusted his tie and smiled at his reflection. “You have fifteen minutes. Wear something nice.” He turned and walked to the door. “I will return in that time. Be ready.”

Fifteen minutes? A date? What? She frantically checked her clock, then threw her closet doors open. Riots of color met her gaze, but a black dress she’d bought for a dance she never got to because she left to join the X-men stood out. (Mystique had sent it along a year later.) It was mid-calf length, sleeveless, and miraculously preserved in its bag from the dry cleaners. She skinned out of her uniform and started getting ready.

She was fastening the clasp of her necklace when he walked back into her room. She turned around, a little shy, and pirouetted. “Well?”

The dress left her arms, shoulders, and upper chest bare. The velvet bodice fell straight to just below her waistline. The skirt was made of a stiff, shiny material which flared a little, then fell straight past the small bow at her right hip. She had put on some shiny green earrings and pulled her hair up. The emerald heart of her necklace rested a few inches below her neck. She even had some long black gloves on, stretching nearly to her shoulders.

He touched his fingers to his lips. “Enchanting.” He took her hand and touched the glove lightly. “You can leave these behind.”

“Are you sure?”

He looked at her seriously. “Trust me.”

She kept her eyes on him, suspicious, as she slowly peeled the gloves from her arms. “I don’t know that I should.”

“My dear.” He walked up to her and tapped the side of his head. “I am not a fool. I have fought with the X-men countless times. I have invented devices to stop the strongest mind reader known to mutants the world over. Did you really think I could not come up with something that could stop you?” He took her naked hand in his.

Her power did not activate. She might as well have been touching a beach ball. 

He put her hand on his wrist. She felt a solid band there and pushed his sleeve up. Inside was a gray strip of metal, about the size of an average man’s watch. She touched it and looked into his gray eyes, which regarded her with amused patience.

“May we go now, my dear? I do not want to be late for our meal.” She nodded, a little stunned, as he escorted her out of the mansion and into a silver Mercedes.

The restaurant was a sparkling paradise. Somehow, he had gotten a reservation at On The Waterfront, a place with dark wood paneling, live piano playing, one whole wall of glass so the patrons could look out onto the water, and a small dance floor. They spoke about music, they danced, they ate. The night was full of touch. Warm. Normal. Perfect. Magic.

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