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Catnip for Psychics (X-men) Ch 3
🕑 Added 2024-07-12 21:53:09 +0000 UTCThe blackbird glid gracefully through the air, its powerful engine bringing it closer and closer to the x-men’s latest destination – the Island Nation of Genosha.
Genosha was the only place on the planet that was being run by and for mutants. So understandingly, the atmosphere on the plane was anticipatory. Even the long flight from the USA’s east coast to the west coast of Africa had been unable to dampen the spirits of the x-men.
Nevertheless when the blackbird finally landed, there was no hiding the sighs of relief of being on the solid ground once more. Exciting destination or no, nobody liked to spend upwards of twelve hours on a plane.
Scott Summers was one of the last ones to leave the blackbird and once again he cursed his powers that forced him to wear ruby glasses which coloured the world in every shade of red.
The scenery around him was gorgeous even when Scott had only one colour to work with.
The landing pad was surrounded by a whole slew of various buildings, representing pretty much every style found on Earth. From the classical columns and marble, to the modern concrete boxes made somewhat aesthetically pleasing by all the graffiti covering them. Here and there, vines and palm trees made themselves known, making it clear that Genosha was a tropical country with everything that implied.
“I could certainly do without the heat.” Scott thought, already feeling perspiration break on his skin.
XxXxX
The festivities celebrating UN’s tentative acceptance of Genosha were in full swing when familiar faces made themselves known to Scott and Jean, who had come to the party together.
Emma Frost had been a stalwart enemy, so it was more than a little strange to see her now, allegedly on the same side as Scott. Then again, after Magneto, being buddy-buddies with Emma Frost was nothing by comparison.
Of course, Emma Frost was a lot easier on the eyes than the old Master of Magnetism.
Not that Scott spared much attention to Emma’s gorgeous looks. Not when someone far more important approached him
Madelyn Pryor was as beautiful as Scott remembered, but this time the shadow of stress and recent world-breaking revelations did not lie on her gentle features. Still, Scott thought he could glimpse a hint of sadness in her eyes. It was a burden the two of them shared as the parents that had to let their son go to the far future, least techno-organic virus devour him from the inside.
Scott opened his mouth to greet his ex-wife when suddenly Jean extricated her hand from his and bounced up to her clone.
Madelyn did not look as surprised as Scott. A small smile, identical to Jean’s, formed on her lips. The two nigh identical redheads shared a look that Scott struggled to decipher and turned towards Scott.
“We need to have a little chat.” Jean said.
“Yes. There’s something the two of us need to discuss in privat. I hope you understand, Scott.” Madelyn said.
“Girl Talk. Got it.” Scott said with more confidence than he felt. Why did it feel so ominous to have these two scheme behind his back?
Scott might have hated to see them leave, but he certainly enjoyed watching them walk. Their two full backsides swaying left and right were a hypnotic sight that needed no psychic abilities to entrance Scott.
“Enjoying the party, Mister Summers?” Emma Frost, not a woman to be ignored, made her presence known.
Used to quick changes on the battlefield, Scott smiled and turned towards the blonde telepath.
“It’s a lovely venue.” He said and kissed the offered hand. “You must be proud of your work on Genosha.”
For all of its many cons, Scott’s glasses offered one small silver lining – when he was wearing them, nobody could tell when he was perving on a woman.
It was wrong of him, he knew. Professor certainly taught him better than that. Scott just couldn’t help it. Ever since the Goblin Queen debacle, he found his libido growing out of control.
Emma Frost’s gorgeous looks were certainly not helping matters. Though she blonde was dressed much more conservatively than her usual stripper outfit, it still managed to draw Scott’s eyes to her full breasts and deep cleavage, her full lips that would look just perfectly wrapped around his cock as well as her toned legs that seemed to go on forever before ending on perfectly shaped calves and dainty feet and high-heeled shoes.
Emma Frost’s raised eyebrow and pleased smirk told Scott that he might have been less subtle with his observation than he had hoped.
“Indeed, Scott. May I call you Scott? Turning Genosha from a swampy, malaria infested hellhole into something resembling a civilized society had been a challenge.” Emma said. “But in the end, I am pleased to say my efforts have not been in vain.” Scott saw her watch children, mutant children, playing happily. A soft smile momentarily replace the arrogant smirk, if only for a moment.
“Well, you certainly did a great job, Emma.” Scott said. “Almost makes up for having to deal with you shady lot.” He said, mostly teasingly.
Emma Frost quirked an eyebrow. She stepped closer, until her full breasts pressed into the side of Scott’s arm and the scent of her perfume invaded his nostrils.
“Is interacting with me really such a chore?” Emma said, her voice growing sultry. She squeezed Scott’s biceps. “And here I hoped the two of us could, ah, grow closer.” Emma’s voice did things to Scott.
His cock, always eager and ready to pounce on any fertile female in the vicinity, immediately began to harden. Scott shifted his stand hoping nobody saw the bulge he was sporting, only to realise, by the hitch in Emma’s breathing, that he failed.
“Let me guess, all in the name of closer partnership between the X-men and the Council of Genosha?” Scott asked.
Emma’s blue eyes bore into Scott’s, even through the ruby lenses of his glasses.
“That would certainly be a benefit,” Emma conceded. “but my interest is mostly personal.” She said, while her hand trailed downwards, Emma’s intent clear to Scott without any telepathy.
Scott grabbed her wrist when her fingers were mere inches away from his bulge.
“I am flattered, Emma, I really am, but I am a married man.” He told the blonde psychic curtly, his voice low to hide the arousal he was feeling.
Suddenly Scott felt the familiar sensation of his and Jean’s telepathic link.
“Go ahead, Scott.” Jean told him telepathically. “I think it would be a lot of fun.”
Scott froze, even as his cock throbbed harder in the confines of his pants.
Refusing to believe his luck, Scott felt the need to clarify.
“Are you sure, Jean?” He asked. “She is clearly interested in getting me into her bed.”
Scott could feel lust and amusement through his bond with Jean.
“It wouldn’t be the first time I watched you have sex with another woman.” She said.
“And what does Madelyn think about it?” Scott asked.
Even if the marriage between him and Madelyn ended, it still felt somehow wrong to sleep with another woman other Jean or Madelyn.
“Or she is positively gagging for it.” Jean said, her thoughts practically radiating arousal.
Scott was tempted to ask for more details, but he stopped himself.
“One gorgeous telepath at a time, Summers.” He told himself.
His psychic link with jean mute once more, Scott turned towards Emma, who had been watching him curiously. There was no way she had been able to listen in on the conversation he’d just had, but her telepathy was strong and skilled enough that Emma could tell he had been having a telepathic conversation.
Scott let go of her hand. Emma’s eyebrows rose, before a pleased smile bloomed on her lips.
“Did Miss Perfect decide to slacken your leash?” She asked as she gently, as if careful not to suddenly offend anyone, massaged Scott’s bulge.
Scott smiled and grabbed Emma’s luscious behind.
“Something like that.” He said. “I don’t suppose there’s somewhere private we could discuss deepening relations between x-men and Genosha.”
Emma’s smile was positively hungry.
“I know just the place.”
XxXxX
The place turned out to be one of Emma’s rooms. This one was mostly occupied by a large comfortable looking leather armchair and a stripper pole, positioned right in the middle of the room.
Wasting no time on useless words, Emma pushed Scott into the armchair and quickly darted away to prepare.
Scott didn’t have to wait for long. Soon enough, jazzy music filled the air and Emma stepped onto the stage.
Professional attire was replaced with pure white stripper’s outfit consisting of thigh high white leather boots, a corset that made Emma’s already mouth-watering breasts even more alluring and white gloves that almost reached Emma’s bare shoulders.
Scott felt his cock grow harder and harder at the sight of Emma, who allowed herself a moment of preening under Scott’s hungry gaze, before throwing herself into performance.
Emma twirled around the pole, grinding her hips against it, squeezing her tits around it, doing her level best to show off her magnificent body from any and all angle that could inflame the passion in Scott’s loins.
One by one, Emma got rid of article of clothing after article of clothing, until only flimsy pair of panties covered her most private place.
On her knees, her thicc backside turned towards Scott, Emma twerked her ass, eager to debase herself with such lowborn behaviour, all in an effort to make the coming fucking all the more intense.
Scott couldn’t help himself. With Emma’s backside presented to him, how could he not spank it with all his might?
“Ahhh!” Emma moaned, delighted to elicit such fervour in a male like Scott Summers.
Scott was no animal like Wolverine and yet even he could smell her arousal wafting through the air, inflaming primal instincts within him.
Ever since that intense experience with Madelyn, or rather the Goblin Queen, Scott enjoyed traditional sex less and less.
It just lacked something for him now. He felt terrible about it, but Scott did not know how to handle it. Not without hurting Jean.
However, with Jean’s permission and with Emma presenting herself to him like a complete whore, Scott felt his reluctance, his willingness to hold his desires back, crumble.
“What has gotten into you?” Emma moaned and wriggled her ass, even as Scott spanked her again and again, tanning her pert behind and colouring it cherry red from all the abuse.
Yes, that’s who Emma was as a person. A filthy fucking whore whose sole purpose in life was serving powerful males. Used and abused to their, to Scott’s heart’s content.
Scott might have held himself back for Jean or Madelyn’s sake, afraid to hurt them or make them feel degraded, but there was no low this blonde slut wouldn’t sink if it meant getting her cunt stuffed with prime hard mutant cock.
In a couple of rough motions, Scott liberated his cock from his pants. As if a lowly bitch smelling a treat, Emma turned around. Scott relished the stunned look on Emma’s face as she beheld his cock. It was one thing to handle the bulge of his pants, it was another entirely to see his manhood in all of its throbbing glory.
Still, Emma wouldn’t have been a slut that she was if she did not relish the challenge.
She opened her mouth, her tongue dripping spit down onto the carpet.
Scott grinned and shoved his cock down Emma’s throat.
The blonde telepath was no virgin and took his cock like a seasoned whore, immediately swallowing all of its length, until her nose was buried in Scott’s pubes, while her chin was pressed against Scott’s ballsack.
“Glurgkh!”
Still, she couldn’t have had much experience with cock’s of Scott’s size. She still choked and gagged a little, while her neck bulged with the effort to contain Scott’s massive endowment.
Allowing himself a moment to enjoy the way Emma’s tight warm throat gripped and milked his cock, Scott started fucking Emma’s mouth in earnest.
His hips blurred as Scott roughly pistoned back and forth, in and out of Emma’s mouth. The blonde telepath could do nothing but moan and gag and drip spit down onto the carpet.
She gripped Scott’s thighs, but not in an effort to push him away. On the contrary, each time Scott pulled out of her mouth, Emma would push herself forward, eager to impale her throat onto Scott’s massive manhood.
Scott could feel his climax on the horizon.
No this won’t do.
As tempting as it was to shower this bitch in his cum, Scott had another hole in mind.
Emma let out a needy whine when Scott pulled the entirety of his cock out of her mouth.
Holding Emma by her blonde hair, Scott dragged the slut to her balcony, ignoring the cries of pain and masochistic delight. That bitch was clearly getting off on being treated like a cheap whore, so desperate for cock she would let a john do anything to her.
Scott smirked, his primal urges overriding any sort of sense that might have held him back.
With a kick, Scott opened the balcony door and stepped into the Genosha evening. This close to the equator, the evening was barely cooler than the day and with festivities still going on below them on the streets, there was nothing quiet about this night.
With no concern for Emma’s comfort or safety, Scott threw her against the railing.
It seemed even through the haze of lust Emma guessed his intentions.
“Wait, Scott. Not here-”
Scott did not wait for her to finish before impaling her from behind, like the bitch she was.
With one hand he grabbed her breast. With another he wrapped her long mane of blonde hair around his fist. He pulled on her hair, making Emma arch her back as he brought her head closer to his.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want this.” Scott growled into Emma’s ear. “Don’t pretend your cunt doesn’t gush and clench around my cock at the thought of all those people finally seeing you for the filthy slut you are.”
Indeed Emma’s pussy was squeezing Scott’s cock like vice.
“No, I-” Emma tried to protest feebly, but there was no hiding the way she tried to push her hips back as if to further impale herself on Scott’s cock.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Emma.” Scott told the blonde bitch and slapped her ass hard enough to draw a yelp of pain out of her. “You have deceived all those good mutants into thinking you are a respectable person, rather than a cheap whore. And what do naughty girls get?” He asked.
A shudder ran through Emma’s body, even as her cunt clenched around Scott’s cock.
“Punishment!” Emma moaned out, as she came from the sheer humiliation.
That was all the permission Scott needed to throw himself into fucking her.
There was nothing gentle, or civilised about their coitus. It was nothing so precious as lovemaking or even as ordinary as mere fucking. No, Scott rutted Emma, taking her like an animal from behind, mounting her as if she were his bitch for breeding. He roughly thrust his manhood again and again, sheathing his throbbing manhood deep into Emma’s pussy, slamming his engorged cockhead into her cervix.
Emma could do nothing but hold onto railing for her dear life as Scott reshaped her cunt and womb to fit his cock, turning them and by extension her into his cocksleeve.
Scott’s hands were not idle. He slapped and stroked, pinched and played with Emma’s body, covering it with markings of his rough loving. He would slap and squeeze Emma’s tits, mauling them and pulling on her nipples, as if Emma was a cow to be milked.
Perhaps something for the future, Scott thought.
Emma was moaning like a complete dirty whore, not bothering with even trying to use her telepathic abilities to conceal her defilement from the mutants partying below on the streets.
One by one they would look up, shocked to see one of their leaders reduced to such a state and then either stare or turn away. Each time this happened, Emma clenched around Scott’s cock, humiliation bringing that desperate slut more pleasure than all of her previous lovers combined.
Scott did not count how long their mating lasted, except that by the time his own orgasm approached, there was a considerable crowd of voyeurs gathered below. With one final thrust, Scott pushed into Emma’s womb.
“Aaagh!”
Emma choked on her spit as Scott turned her most sacred space into a cum bucket for his jizz.
Another powerful climax wracked Emma’s body, who had long lost count of how many times Scott had brought her over the edge.
Scott came, flooding Emma’s fertile womb with his cum, surely impregnating the silly slut.
And not a moment too soon, as a second later, Genosha was wracked by the explosions caused by the attacking sentinels.
Night turned to day from all the laser beams as the sole refuge of mutantkind was about to become their grave site.
