2 comments/ 28746 views/ 5 favorites The Great Goddess Jean Grey By: Kassiana It was an ordinary morning in the X-mansion. Storm yawned as she headed down to the dining room for breakfast. On the way, she passed Bobby Drake. "Hello," she said. "Gotta go! She likes lime popsicles and we don't have any!" Storm frowned. Then that meant… Yes. All the men were in the kitchen, fighting. "She likes eggs!" "Not your way!" "She told ME she liked MY orange juice!" "Guys?" They kept fighting. "I'm naked." The brawl continued. "And I have a pizza." They ignored her. She sighed and joined the other women in the dining room. Rogue had gotten a box of cereal, and the X-women were passing it around the table. "So, no one's getting lucky again, right?" Kitty looked up and pouted. "I've been naked all week, and no one's taken advantage of me! Yesterday I cornered Piotr and asked if he noticed anything different about me. He asked me if I'd done something with my hair! I'm going to be a virgin forever!" Rogue frowned. "I wish the men would stop drooling over her. I can't have any of them anyway, but since she got here I don't even get anyone looking at my tits!" "I am so horny, I believe I will explode," observed Sage, who was idly stroking her clit through her uniform. "Unfortunately, I am utterly heterosexual, so I have no other outlet for my raging sexual desires." (From the window, where she had been listening, Black Cat snapped her fingers and muttered, "Darn." Sure, she'd prefer Spider-Man, but she could make do with a few women here and there…) The scuffling in the kitchen stopped. "The Goddess is here," sniped Storm. Sure enough, Jean Grey soon entered the room. She was wearing a pair of old sweats, and her hair was sleep-mussed and untidy. The men followed her, tongues hanging out. "Can I get you anything, Jean?" "Shine your shoes, Jean?" "Make you a nice, thick, hot sausage breakfast, Jean?" The puffy-eyed woman's face brightened. "Oo, sausages! Please. Two of them, cooked for three minutes on a side, and some eggs, and bacon, and coffee and milk!" The men all rushed back into the kitchen, eager to outdo each other. Jean yawned and waved sleepily to the women at the table, who muttered or ignored her. "I had a pretty good sleep last night." Rogue spat out, "Who cares?" Jean licked her lips a little. "What's wrong with you?" She looked at Kitty and frowned. "Did you do something with your hair? You look different." Kitty shrieked. Storm held her hand up. "Jean, she's naked." "Oh." Jean frowned. "Then that explains it." Jean smiled as Logan came in with her coffee and a few fresh bruises on his face. "Thank you, dear." "Anything else I can do to ya?" His eyes stroked over her body, and she put a finger to her cheek. "Mm. Could you find me some new cute exercise outfits? You're so good at all that sweaty stuff." Jean yawned again and sloshed some coffee into her mouth. "You bet." He left the room, shouting, "She wants me to run her errands! Beat that, metal boy!" Kurt popped in next. "Milk for you, liebes Jean. Care to enjoy it with me in my room?" Jean smiled at him sweetly. "No thanks, dear Kurt. Why don't you run along and … teleport, or something." "Kurt?" Kitty pushed away from the table and spread her arms and legs wide. With a groan, Sage came. "Do you notice anything different about me?" "No, no, not at all," Kurt said distractedly, not looking at her. Storm sighed. Sage put her head down on the table. "Maybe if I teleport into Manhattan, it will impress her!" He bamfed away. Piotr and Scott were equally disappointing, paying attention to no one but Jean until she sent them off on errands, too. "Whew! Finally I can enjoy my breakfast!" she said perkily. "Jean, I am curious. How do you do it?" Storm looked at her, thoughtfully. "Do what?" Jean stuffed some bacon in her mouth and swigged more coffee. "How do you capture every male's sexual interest? You are aware all of them were coming on to you." She snorted. "Wish they wouldn't." She gulped some milk. "That was what I got that nice Sinister man to make Madelyne for." Kitty gasped. "YOU had her made?" Jean blinked at her. "Of course, Kitty." She frowned. "Sex is nasty, all that messiness and sweating, and pregnancy does awful things to your figure. So I had her created so Scott could do all that icky stuff with her, and then 'killed' myself off." "So you never wanted to get him back at all." Sage cocked her head. "Of course not! But as soon as he found out I was still alive, he wouldn't stay with Madelyne." Jean wiped off her greasy fingers on her sweatshirt. "Then she went crazy, because I had her programmed to do all that icky stuff with Scott, and without it, she couldn't survive. But I'm having him create another one." She smiled and stuffed her sausages into her mouth. "Vem my wi bee a peesh." "What?" the women chorused. She swallowed. "Then I will be at peace." Jean smiled and then left the table. Kitty's head hit the table with a crash. "It's worse than I thought," she moaned. "She has them, and she doesn't even want them! I'd do better dying my hair red and renaming myself Jean!" Sage raised a hand. "I have a solution in mind." The women looked at her. "It is my theory that the men are all attracted to Jean because they are all on the side of good. However, what about the bad guys?" The three expressions of disappointment facing her became expressions of delight and horniness. "Exactly. Wouldn't Magneto and his followers be interested in putting one over on the X-men by … well, you get my drift." ************************************ "How do we get in touch with them, Tessa?" The women were clustered around Sage, who had her laptop out and was briskly pressing keys. She smiled. "Elementary. We look in Charles' files for the villains we're interested in." The woman typed in his password, jeangrey, and soon his computer files were open. "Now let me see. Is there anyone special we've been lusting after?" Rogue blushed a little. "I've always been kinda partial to Magneto, but he never looked once at me …" "Hm." Tessa looked at his file and wrote his contact information down. "Should I just go down the list?" "Sure. I cannot remember every villain there is, anyway." Storm leaned over her shoulder. "Okay … Apocalypse." A chorus of "No!" rang through the room. "Sinister." Kitty giggled. "Kinda cute, but no way. He'd just clone us if he wanted us." "Sabretooth?" "Ew." Rogue shuddered. "I want to get fucked, not raped." "Quicksilver." "Yes." Storm smoothed back her hair as the others stared at her in disbelief. "What? I've always been partial to white haired men. Besides, it's not fair to ask Magneto without asking his son, too." "We had better hope his pelvis does not work as fast as his legs, however, or you shall be vastly disappointed." The others laughed as Sage wrote down his information and gave it to Storm. "Avalanche." "Oh, yeah." Kitty held up her hand and Sage lobbed the page at her with his information. "Pyro." "Dibs." "Two of them, Kitty?" Sage looked skeptical, and Kitty blushed a little. "Well, if one's busy, the other can … besides, I'm really, really sick of being a virgin." "I suppose you are." Sage turned to the screen again and flipped through files quickly, then wrote something down. "I believe I am set." "Who did you choose?" Storm tried to get a look at the paper in Sage's hand, but the woman stuffed it into her mouth and started chewing. "Aw, come on. We told you." Kitty pouted a little. "It's okay. Mags will probably end up with her anyway. I can't have sex with anybody as it is." Rogue turned away and sighed. "I just … I wish, sometimes." Sage swallowed the paper. "I do not believe it would be a problem. His control of magnetic fields should be sufficient to both protect himself and thoroughly screw you. Now, who will place her call first?" "Come on, Sage. Tell us." Storm pressed down on the woman's shoulders. "I do not wish to say. I think we should, however, make sure the house will be clear. I certainly do not want to be interrupted." ************************ The phone in Avalanche's and Pyro's apartment rarely rang, so when it did this morning, both men jumped in their seats on the couch. "I'll get it," Avalanche called as he walked over to the wall phone. "Hello?" "Hi, um, can I speak to either Pyro or Avalanche, please?" It was a nervous girl's voice. Avalanche covered the mouthpiece. "Hey, Py, I think it's Mystique. Are we home?" "Sure, mate." Pyro never looked away from the screen. "Always at home to Misty." "This is Avalanche." He waited, and she gasped. "Um, this is Kitty Pryde. I wanted to ask you something." "You did?" He scratched his head. Was this a set-up? "Yeah. Could you and Pyro come over to the mansion? I'm, uh, thinking about joining with you. I mean, joining you." "Really." She sounded pretty weird. "Oh, yeah. All the time. So, um, can you come?" She let out a nervous laugh, and Avalanche knew this was going to be trouble. "Oh, sure. Just give us an hour or two, and we'll be there." "Good! I thought maybe you would come. Bye!" She hung up on another nervous laugh, and he tapped Pyro on the shoulder. "Trouble?" The blond man looked up at him. "Probably. Invite from the X-men's Kitty Pryde. Wants us to come over because she wants to join us." "Going, are you?" Pyro cracked his neck. "If you'll come along, fully loaded. I don't trust her. She was giggling too much." He was already getting into his armored suit. "Sure. If we're lucky, we might get to burn away that uniform of hers some." Pyro languidly arose and started collecting his gear. ********************* As usual, Quicksilver was out running when his cell phone rang. "Yo." "Pietro Maximoff? This is Ororo Munroe." He kept running. "So?" "I believe we should meet. I have a matter of some urgency to discuss with you." "Why should I care?" He ran through the park, past the empty swings. "It would be very pleasant for you." "Really." He jumped over a dead tree absently. "Why?" She sighed. "I want to join with you and make your cause my own." He blinked. "Thirty minutes." He hung up the phone. More like twenty-five, actually. He wasn't too far away. But he was going to give himself a little time to prepare once he reached the mansion. ************************** Erik Lensherr, Magneto, did not often give himself a vacation from fighting for mutant rights. Well, to be honest, his right to rule mutants. But this week, he had given himself time off to learn the art of bonsai making. As he carefully pruned his own tiny tree, giving a rare smile, his private emergency number rang. He nearly killed the plant, but managed to drop his tools on his foot instead and reached for the phone. "What is wrong, my son?" "Not quite." A female voice with a sweet Southern accent reached his ear. "Who is this? How did you get this number?" A prank call? They would feel the wrath of Magneto … "Sugar, it's Rogue. Remember? From the X-men?" "Yes," he said cautiously, bringing up his personal magnetic fields and sweeping his condo with them. "Well, I was thinking about some of the stuff you said, how mutants should all lord it over humans and so on. It was pretty interesting." The X-men did not appear to be anywhere near his condo. He relaxed a little. "Was it." "Yeah. So I was wondering if you wanted to come over and talk to me about it some more. I'm getting pretty tired of the standard ‘we always try to help' line of the X-men, ya know?" "Really." This was a trap. An obvious trap. But Magneto could not be caught by obvious traps. "Very well. I shall meet you … where?" "Oh, I'll be in my room in the mansion. I'm sure you can find it." She hung up, and he grinned. A chance to corrupt the X-men from within … indeed, he was going to New York right away. ******************** The man on the phone snarled. "What?" "Arrogant bastard would say that." "Oh. Really." "You better hope I don't catch you, bitch, because when I do, I'm proving him wrong!" The phone slammed down, and his evil eyes danced in the yellow lamplight. "Well, well, well. I've got a New York state of mind …" ******************** Sage nodded as Jean drove off cheerfully. "That's the last of them. She has them running errands that should take them all at least until midnight." Storm finished her call and ran up to her attic room. Rogue took the phone and dialed Magneto's number. Sage nodded and went upstairs, slipping into Logan's room. ******************** He ran around the entire estate. No one was there. Good. He then slipped into the house itself through a weak window catch and ran around the entire place. Kitty was in her room, moaning. Rogue was in her room, quiet. Sage was in … Wolverine's room? What the hell was that about? Not that it mattered, of course. He zoomed around. No one else in the entire place. He grinned. Storm was in her room with her plants, naked and wet. Whoa. He stopped and looked at her for five whole seconds, then caught her arms behind her and said, "I'm here. Talk." "Release me, and I will." He did, and she turned around, hunger on her face. "Glad to see you're here, Quicksilver. Take off your uniform. Stay a while." She stroked her hands over her naked, wet flesh, then over his chest, and he shuddered. "You said, earlier …" "I do wish to join with you, Pietro. This way." She bent her head down and quickly flicked her tongue over his cock through his uniform. Mm. "But if you would like me to stop, I will." She moved her mouth away, and he grabbed her head. "Don't play games with me." He pulled off his uniform and pushed her head back down to his cock. "Aw…" she murmured, wet lips on him. "I wanted to play ‘let's see what Pietro sounds like when he comes,' don't you?" He yelped as she swiftly drew him into her wet, warm, sucking mouth. "That … that'd be fine," he groaned. **************** Finally. Storm finally had a man who was interested in her, panting under her lips. She teased him a little, running her tongue over him but not sucking, until he drew her head up to his. Drat. She loved sucking men till they came. "How about a side chorus of ‘Storm coming like a slut when Quicksilver fucks her?'" he grunted, sliding into her hot, wet cunt instead. Oh, Gods. He turned her over and started ramming into her, and she eagerly tightened around him. It had been so long … she was so wet … who cared if there was lightning outside? There was lightning inside, shooting through her whole body, and she let it all loose in a fierce scream as her orgasm finally burned through her, and he yelled with her. ***************** Kitty watched the lightning strike outside. Already there were huge scorch marks where several old trees had been, and it looked like there would be some more before the night was over. Storm must be having fun. She kept a nervous eye on the security cameras. Avalanche and Pyro were coming over soon, and she didn't want to miss them. She shivered a little. She had turned the heat up some, but couldn't turn it up too far, and she was cold without her clothes on. Well, okay. She was also nervous. Books and magazines were all very nice, but she had no experience with this sort of thing … and had never even dreamed before of having two men, either. Would they take turns, or what? Or would they insist on going at the same time? Sage came downstairs, wearing nothing but one of Wolverine's old shirts. It was short on her, and hung only a little past the small of her back. She smiled. "Ready?" Kitty blushed again. "I guess. I'm still kinda nervous." "Still horny?" She looked up through her lashes. "Well, yeah." She was tingling, too. "You will do just fine. By the way, don't let anyone else in but your men. I'm heading out. I will let myself back in later." "Like that?" Kitty didn't get it. Lingerie she could understand. Uniforms she could understand. But old stinky flannel? Sage laughed. "For this encounter, Kitty, trust me when I say it is perfect." She swept out the front door and ran into the trees. Kitty watched her shapely ass bouncing away and sighed. She would never look like that, not in a million years. A car was coming. She watched it idly, wishing her breasts were bigger, or her ass more noticeable. It stopped several hundred feet from the front gate, and two men got out. One helped the other one into a very familiar harness, and she squealed. They were here! They were here? Oh, God, they were here. She might be horny, but she was still just a silly inexperienced virgin. What could she do? You invited them, she told herself, shortly. Just imagine you're Tessa or Storm or something, and open the door! Besides, you'll never get fucked, acting this way … *************************** "Looks pretty quiet." Avalanche leaned casually on the car. "So far, so good, mate." Pyro started his flames going and nodded. "Let's go." "Front door?" He held his power in check for now, but was ready to use it at a moment's notice. "We're invited guests. Of course." Pyro grinned. "Wonder how fast this place'd go up." Avalanche nodded. "Wait till we have to." Pyro pretended to be offended. "Of course! Remember Pyro's motto: We will start no fire before its time!" "I thought your motto was ‘get out of the way, she's going to blow'." "Wow. Ironic, Petros." Pyro looked straight ahead. Avalanche turned and saw a blushing, naked Kitty Pryde standing in the doorway. She waved and looked at him shyly, then at Pyro, but she didn't try to cover anything up. What the hell? "I get the feeling," Pyro continued, turning off his left-hand flames, "that we don't really need these." "You know, St. John, for once, you may be right." He kept his helmet on for now, though. Better to be safe than sorry. Kitty looked nervous but eager. "Hi, guys," she called as they got closer. Pyro nodded and Avalanche grinned. "Hello, Kitty!" he said, and Pyro elbowed him. "Hello Kitty's Japanese." The blond man licked his lips. Avalanche shrugged. "She hides it well, then, doesn't she?" He stopped in front of her, and she looked up at him, then at his crotch, still blushing. "Guess we should search her to find out if she is or isn't Japanese." Pyro turned off the flames on his right and touched his hand to her left breast, then, rubbing the nipple erect. Kitty swallowed hard. "Um, okay, but can we do it inside, at least? Please?" Avalanche took his helmet off and glanced at Pyro. "Okay with you, Py?" "Hm." Pyro pretended to think about it, frowning fiercely, putting a finger to his cheek, and keeping his right hand on her soft chest. Then he nodded. "I guess so." He released her breast. The two men entered the mansion, and Kitty closed the door behind them. ********************** Oh, wow. This was going to be fun. They both definitely noticed she was naked, and Pyro didn't seem to mind her small chest, at least. Kitty eagerly led the pair to her room, opened the door, then jumped onto the bed. Avalanche watched her, and Pyro closed the door and locked it. "How d'you want to play this one, Av?" Pyro took his harness off. "Play it by ear, Py. Let things fall where they may, unless the lady has a favorite." Avalanche put his helmet down, and both of them started stripping down. Kitty swallowed. This was a bit much for her, but it was too late to back out now. "How about it, little pussy cat? Got a favorite, or just want whatever we can give to you?" Pyro was full naked now, and Kitty stared at him. His cock looked huge. She gulped. "Uh, whatever, I guess." "Hey, you invited us." Avalanche was naked too. She didn't know what to do with her hands. Or her legs. She stared and stared. "Aren't you going to offer us anything to eat?" The Great Goddess Jean Grey "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. ************************* 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. ****************************** 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. *********************************** 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. ******************************* 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. The Great Goddess Jean Grey He took her back, then, and she hesitated at the door. "Come in with me?" "Are you certain?" She blushed a little. "I don't want the night to end just yet. Please." He considered her, white hair gleaming in the light from the door, shadowed eyes looking her up and down, and nodded. She took him up to her room. He stopped at the door and gave her a gentle kiss, hands clasped. She opened the door. "Come in?" He frowned. "Is this what you want?" She took a few paces into the room, then turned back, skirt swirling around her legs. "Yes." "Are you certain you know what you're saying?" She pulled him into the room and held him close. "I said I don't want this night to end. I meant it, Magneto." "Erik." She nodded. "Erik. I want it all. If it's just going to be once, I want it to be here, and you, and now. Unless you don't want me." He closed his eyes and breathed a couple of times, then opened them again and looked at her in her elegant dress, burning her skin with his regard. "My dear, I do not believe anyone could not want you." He kissed her again, firmly, as his hands grazed her shoulders. She skimmed out of her clothing, but he took his time disrobing, slowly removing, then folding, his jacket, pants, tie, shirt, and so on. She was about ready to scream when he finally removed his underwear and sat next to her on the bed. His mouth covered hers again, soft and warm, and she nearly drowned when he moved to her breast and kissed her there. He took his time going over her skin, both arousing and frustrating. He stroked her shoulders, caressed her wrists, nibbled her collarbone, and nipped her stomach. "Can't you … I mean …" "Patience, Rogue." He heated her ear with his words. "I thought you didn't want this night to end. I'm taking my time with you. Relax." Relax? With an orgy of touch that she'd been starving for? Now how the hell did he expect her to do that? She shivered and quaked as he continued his slow, heated brushes of her skin, longing for more, holding him close as she spun further out of control. At last, he did begin moving lightly between her legs. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, trying to maintain the last of her discipline, but failed miserably as she climaxed furiously around his finger. He chuckled as she twisted and burned, panting wildly, and entered her as she was still recovering. Goodness. She felt the ridge of his cock penetrate deep inside, further than her fingers had ever gone, and looked up at him. His eyes were closed and his face was tight, as if he was holding back some great emotion. She clenched around him, experimenting a little, and he gasped at the feeling. "Still patience?" He sighed and moved a little within her. "Maybe the time for waiting has passed." He moved slowly, making her shake with each withdrawal and move to meet him with every thrust. The pace of their lovemaking quickened and he surged into her, fast and hot and steady, eyes blazing with desire. His eyes closed and she felt his come squirting deep within. His eyes opened wider than before, as if in surprise, with every desperate plunge into her body. She relaxed into sleep, then, after he came out of her and kissed her a few times. ***************************** She woke up late the next morning, of course, and sleepily reached out to him. He had been by her side. She touched her teddy bear instead. She opened her eyes. Her yellow bedspread covered her body and no one else's. Her shoulders slumped with disappointment. Oh well, she thought. He isn't one of the X-men and long-distance relationships don't really work out, do they? She rolled over and looked for the clock on her dresser. There was a rose there and an envelope. His rose from last night! Sitting up, covers pulled to her chest, she savored the smell of the rose and then read the envelope. "Dear Rogue, "You were right. I am not the king of the universe, and even if I were, not only you, but many others would not be freed by my assuming said title. "However, you were also wrong. I can give you some freedom, despite not being royalty. "--Erik" She opened it and took what was inside it out. Her mouth fell open. Joy, disbelief, surprise, sadness, all welled up from her soul and were expelled in a wail and then furious tears. She sobbed, unable to bear the rushing feelings within. *************************** "Rogue?" Kitty phased through the wall quickly, the heartwrenching sounds from the woman's room drawing her in. She saw Rogue crying, moaning in despair, holding a rose in one hand and in the other, a strip of gray metal that was about the size of Kurt's watch. *********************** A car pulled up to the mansion at about 3 a.m. No lights were on anywhere. A redheaded woman got out of the car and used her keys to get in the front door and the car drove off. "Could you drop me off at the bus station?" Jean Grey smiled into Sinister's eyes. He shrugged. "I suppose. What are you going to do now?" "I'm going to Canada." She snorted and wiped her nose on her coat. "There's this nice boy I met there, Jean-Paul, who's making a new league of super heroes, Lambda Flight. He wants me on the team." "Why?" "Well, he gave me two reasons. One is that I am very powerful. The other is that I'll bring in all the bi-guys who otherwise would have stayed away, so he can go home with them." Jean smiled, happy and content. "Finally. I'm going to be somewhere where men won't be lusting after me." Sinister remained quiet, though he did chuckle once he let her off at the bus station. Men would not be her problem, true, but how would she handle being lusted after by women? *************************** Once Kitty got Rogue calmed down, the two women headed down to breakfast, Kitty completely naked as usual and Rogue in her standard uniform. The kitchen was, mercifully, empty, and Kitty started chattering at Rogue about her previous night. "And then, they decided they'd try a new position, so I got on my knees and Pyro got in front of me and ..." "Katzchen? What are you doing?" Kurt's eyes were nearly bulging out of his head, staring at Kitty's ass. Rogue giggled a little and Kitty flinched at first, then posed, holding the refrigerator door. "See anything you like, Kurt?" He gagged and his eyes bulged some more. His tail started lashing the air frantically. Rogue nodded. "I think that's a yes, sugar." "Hm." Kitty got a cup of vanilla yogurt out of the fridge and closed the door. "Maybe we need to get together later, then. Your room?" "Kitty!" Kurt's mouth hung open. She walked toward him, licking her spoon suggestively. He watched every move, utterly shocked, but the uniform also picked up the distinct line of his crotch. "Oo. Maybe now." She put her hand on his cock through his uniform and he cried out. "Yes. Now. See ya there, Kurt." She put the yogurt and spoon down on the counter and ran out of the room. Kurt threw a pleading look to Rogue, who folded her arms and grinned. "I'd go after her if I were you, Kurt. You aren't going to get a better offer today, I'll bet." She picked up Kitty's discarded container and put it back into the fridge and heard a soft bamf behind her as Kurt teleported away. That was weird. Why was Kurt suddenly noticing that Kitty was naked? She got out a package of English muffins and pulled two out. She popped them into the toaster, humming, and Storm came in from the dining room, her eyes sparkling. "So. How was it?" Rogue blushed. "Fine." "That is all?" Storm raised a white eyebrow. "Yeah." "The men are reacting differently this morning." She got out a pitcher of orange juice. "Why?" Storm paused, her hand on the door handle. "Jean made that clone she said she would. She left." Storm vanished through the door. Rogue's fingers went to her pocket, touching the strip of metal inside. She smiled. Maybe having her freedom here and now was a good thing after all.