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Catnip for Psychics (X-men) Ch.1
🕑 Added 2024-07-12 21:50:57 +0000 UTCIt couldn’t be real. Scott refused to believe this. It just-
No.
Scott took a deep breath and calmed his thoughts, suppressing the panic that threatened to swallow him with a familiar effort of will.
No matter what he felt, there was no denying the obvious. The woman that had arrived today was none other than Jean Grey. Oh, there were still tests to be done by the Beast. Complicated procedures Scott had no mind for that in the end will do nothing but confirm what Scott knew from his gut feeling.
This was Jean Grey.
His first love. His wife. The mother of his child.
Or was she?
Scott rubbed his face. No. She wasn’t. Only one of the Jean’s was Nathan’s mother. Only one of them bore him and in spite of all obstacles, bore him into this world.
But still, when did one woman with one set of memories become two? Newcomer Jean couldn’t tell with her memories scrambled, but that didn’t make Scott’s questions any less pressing.
What if it happened after their wedding? It would not only mean that Scott failed to protect his wife from some cloning creep, but that now there were two women with a claim on his loyalties.
Scott of the two women. For all that he wished otherwise, they were for the most part identical. The same soft kind features, the same long mane of hair. The same killer figure that never failed to arouse passion in Scott.
And now the same fear and confusion marred their beautiful features.
Scott longed to kiss the woman he loved and promise that everything will be right. That there was nothing x-men and, more importantly, the two of them, could not handle.
Except Scott only had one pair of lips.
The downside of having two identical Jean Greys is that both of them had that terrible temper.
Scott slumped in his seat, his eyes drawn in the direction of the nursery.
Nathan….
Scott’s son had only one mother, and that was a pull on Scott’s loyalties all on on its own.
Despite the terrible suspicion that the newcomer was the original, the real Jean Grey, she was not Nathan’s mother. She was not the woman Scott had to choose.
Scott’s heart clenched at the thought of putting her aside. Despite everything, the idea of Scott Summers abandoning Jean Grey was anathema to him, even if it would be a decision borne out of loyalty for another Jean Grey and Scott’s own son.
Whine of a door hinge snapped Scott out of his thoughts. He looked at the intruder, suspecting who he would see.
“May I come in?” Jean Grey asked gently.
Scott sighed and turned away.
“Sure.” He said, unable to meet the woman’s gaze.
He heard her steps as she approached, but did not dare to look at her. Original or a clone, the mother of his child or merely a look-alike, either way she was Jean Grey from the tips of her red hair to her delicate toes.
“Do I look that bad?” Jean asked, affecting a humorous tone of voice.
A shiver ran down Scott’s spine at the sound of her voice coming from so close.
Finally, he had the strength and courage to look at this woman.
Even with a timid, uncertain look on her face, she was still the most beautiful woman Scott had ever seen. Delicate features on a heart-shaped face were framed by her thick mane of hair. Her large breasts strained against the fabric of her T-shirt, almost begging for Scott’s fingers to play with them. Her flat toned stomach and trim waist swelled into hips perfect for child-bearing and a fine ass that was the result of healthy diet and Jean’s love for soccer.
Scott swallowed as his eyes zeroed on the space between Jean’s thighs. An irrational urge to breed this Jean too momentarily overtook him. It was tempting, so very tempting to throw this delectable fertile female down on the floor and mount her the way he had already fucked his wife.
Scott shook his head. No. That wasn’t right. He...He couldn’t….would not-
A ghost of a touch traced the line of his jaw as Jean gently moved his face until their eyes met.
There was no mistaking the emotion on her face. The expression told more than any words could ever possibly convey. Love, adoration, lust and an unmistakeable undercurrent of fear and uncertainty, all shone in Jean’s eyes. Eyes that Scott intellectually knew to be bright green, but which looked crimson to him.
The memory of their time together, the one and only moment when, thanks to Jean’s phoenix powers, he had been able to see her the way she was meant to be seen. With his own eyes, rather than through his visor which painted her in every shade of red.
“Jean, I-”
Jean did not let him speak. In one swift motion, she crossed what little space separated them and claimed his lips with her own.
The dam that held Scott’s emotions back burst, swallowing him up completely. His hands rose to grab her waist, bringing her body closer to his, pressing her soft form to his hard one.
Jean was feverishly hot, but right here and now Scott did not care.
They moved their lips, both of them victims to their passion, as if they were trying to swallow each other. Jean’s tongue darted forth seeking entrance into Scott’s mouth. Cyclops responded very positively to the idea and soon the two were swapping spit, both exploring each other’s mouths.
Somehow, miraculously Scott remembered his marriage and that this Jean was not the one he was supposed to make out with.
He tried to pull away, despite his libido screaming at him to take this woman. He let go of Jean’s waist and tried to feebly push her away, but Jean only attacked him with greater fervour, lifting one of her legs and hooking behind Scott. She buried her fingers in Scott’s dark hair, grabbing them and bringing Scott closer to her.
“Please, Scott!” Jean whined telepathically, her thoughts dripping with needy desperate lust. “I am so afraid. Everything seems uncertain, but one thing I know has remained unchanged is our love. Scott, I am begging you!”
They broke the kiss, but their faces still remained close. A strand of spit connected their lips and they could feel each other’s hot breath on their faces.
“I love you, Scott.” Jean said emphatically, her large soft breasts pressing into Scott’s hard pecks. “I know you have this thing with my clone, but that’s something we can handle later. We are the same person, she and I. I am sure she will understand. But for now, Scott please help me. Fuck me. Remind me that the Jean Grey is Scott Summers’ woman!” Jean peppered his jaw with quick desperate kisses. “I am afraid and so alone. It’s like there’s a storm in my mind and I can’t get out. The others...their fears and suspicions, even their pity….I-I can’t handle it. But you, Scott, your mind is so warm and firm, your incredible passions brought under tight control….I can’t resist pressing my mind against yours to ground myself. Please Scott, right here and now I need to be yours.”
Somewhere in his conscious mind, Scott knew this was a bad idea. He knew he should push Jean away and table this admittedly very tempting offer until he had a serious discussion with his wife.
Alas, mutant or not, Scott was only human. And when confronted by a temptation like a hot and bothered Jean Grey, it wasn’t his conscious mind that did the thinking, but rather the lizard-brain instinct that demanded Scott dominate this fertile female.
In the end, Scott Summers, the x-man known to the world as Cyclops, succumbed to his instincts and this incredible temptation.
Sensing what was happening in his mind, Jean grinned an impish smile and in a flex of her telekinetic ability, shredded their clothes, leaving the two lovers naked and bare to each other’s hungry eyes.
A wild possessive urge took over Scott. He remembered the way that mutt, Wolverine, sniffed around Jean. That unwashed animal never got the memo that Jean Grey was his.
All of Jean Grey.
Well, it seemed Scott needed to fuck this Jean so thoroughly, Logan wouldn’t be able to stand within thirty feet of her without smelling Scott on her.
Scott grabbed Jean’s ass, sinking his strong fingers into its pliable flesh, much to Jean’s vocal delight.
It was no time to be passive. Scott moved forward, pushing Jean until her back hit the wall. Their bodies were so close, Scott could feel her stiff nipples scrape against the hard flesh of his trained body. His cock, meanwhile was pressed against Jean’s thigh, so deliciously close to her pussy and yet so horribly far.
Scott could smell Jean’s arousal in their air where her feminine fragrance mixed and mingled with Scott’s musk. He wanted, no, needed to sink his cock into her tight pussy to remind it who it belonged to.
Jean, however, had another idea.
Her nimble fingers grabbed Scott’s cock, their length barely enough to encircle the girth of his shaft. It twitched in her grip, delighted and tormented by the sensation of feminine flesh in equal measure.
Jean moved her hand up and down Scott’s shaft, delighting in its warmth and hardness. From his balls to the engorged purple cockhead, Jean used her hand to lavish Scott’s cock with love.
“I missed this so much!” Jean moaned as her second hand joined the first in pleasuring Scott’s manhood.
While one hand stroked the shaft or teased the cockhead, the other would massage Scott’s swollen testicles, marvelling at the sheer amount of hot virile semen stored in Scott’s sperm banks.
Jean could easily picture Scott’s cock spewing forth a deluge of his cum deep into her womb, flooding it until his swimmers found Jean’s eggs and forced their way inside.
Jean licked her lips feeling her heart racing. That would be so naughty! And yet the image would not leave her mind.
That clone skank had gotten Scott’s child – an adorable baby boy! It would only be fair if Scott put one inside of her.
Ye- No. Having a child was a serious decision and not something the two of them should do in the heat of the moment, with emotions and fears running high and compromising their rational minds.
This was about Scott and her reconnecting, about Jean securing her rightful place in her man’s heart. The fun of baby-making sex could wait just a little.
Jean grinned up at Scott, whose face was scrunched up in an expression of supreme concentration. His masculine pride likely refusing to allow him to cum from something as minor as a handjob.
It was so adorable.
Teasingly, Jean lightly grazed the sensitive cock head with her nail, making Scott groan into her hair.
“Why don’t we move this to the bed.” Jean whispered and projected an image of her desire into Scott’s head.
Her man needed no further prompting. He grabbed Jean into a bridal carry, took a couple of steps and then threw Jean onto his marital bed.
Jean levelled an unamused glare at Scott’s damn glasses, but soon her attention was stolen by his manhood.
It was just as magnificent as she remembered. In the dim light of the room, it cast a great shadow over Jean’s body. It twitched and throbbed, it’s shaft bobbing in their air in spite of gravity’s feeble attempts to make it bow. Jean could see pre cum dripping from the cock head and she longed to taste it herself.
No. Jean wanted something far more substantial.
With a smile of a temptress. Jean spread her legs wider, revealing her wet pussy. She teased its folds with her fingers, moaning out Scott’s name.
“Please, Scott, make love to me!” She begged her first and only lover.
Before long, Scott loomed over lying Jean, his cock pressed against her pussy. With a tender look on her face, Jean cupped her husband’s face and kissed his lips, moaning into his mouth when Scott penetrated her eager pussy.
Their fingers intertwined and their hot young bodies pressed against one another, Scott and Jean made love in a missionary position.
Scott thrust gently, fucking the woman he loved while kissing her and playing with her tits with one hand. Her tight warm pussy clung to his cock like a velvet glove, squeezing it deliciously as he slowly penetrated Jean.
It was definitely pleasurable, as delightful as any other time Scott made love to Jean. Either Jean. And yet, just like all those other times, there was definitely something lacking about it.
No. Scott couldn’t think like that. He was no animal like Wolverine, to rut and fuck his female partner with no thought to her comfort. He would hold himself back for Jean’s sake if nothing else.
Jean wished Scott was a rougher lover. It was bad to think this way, Jean knew, but she could not help but feel somewhat dissatisfied. It wasn’t as if Scott’s nice big cock didn’t bring her pleasure, or made her toes curl, but she could feel there was greater delight to be had if Scott did things like choke her or pull her hair or spank her as if she was a naughty slut in need of a man to keep her in line.
“No Jean, you can’t think that way.” Jean thought to herself, suppressing with familiar effort of will these dirty filthy thoughts.
Still, there was one bit of naughtiness that Jean allowed herself. Smiling, Jean hooked her legs behind Scott’s back and pressed him closer to herself and made her pussy muscles clench around his thrusting cock.
“Isn’t this so much better than that clone?” Jean breathed out, pushing her chest into Scott’s face. “That skank may look like me, but she can’t compare, right Scott?” She moaned out.
Scott groaned into Jean’s chest, the powerful rumbling sending shivers through Jean’s body.
He looked up, his eyes closed least he blast her with his laser vision.
“Don’t compare yourself to her.” Scott told her, his gruff voice making Jean’s cunt gush with fresh arousal.
Still, Jean would not be deterred.
“Why? Afraid the clone will come in second to me?” She spat with more venom than she had intended to.
Scott didn’t answer but captured Jean’s lips with his own, drawing her into a heated kiss. Jean melted just a little as she moaned into his mouth. However his attempt to shut her up was not subtle.
Unfortunately for him, Jean was telepathic and she did not mind using it to make her point clear.
“You know I am right, Scott.” Jean projected telepathically into her lover’s mind. “She may look the same and have similarly great body, but in the end she is just a cheap knock-off meant to distract you from your real wife. From me!”
Now that Jean was connected to Scott’s mind, she could feel something building inside of him. Her words frustrated and angered him, feeding into something primal within him. Jean’s eyes widened as a terribly wonderful premonition came to her.
Would Scott really-
With an almost beastly grunt Scott sheathed his cock in Jean’s cunt, rougher than ever before and came, his cock spurting rope after rope of hot cum deep into her.
“Fuck!” Jean moaned as the heat of Scott’s seed brought her over the edge.
She arched her back, her cunt clenching around Scott’s hot throbbing cock, desperate to milk of all of his release.
The two of them cumming while telepathically connected had an unexpected effect of, for a brief instant, melding their minds together. For a fraction of a heartbeat, that nevertheless felt like an eternity for the two of them, Scott and Jean were as one, intimately aware on a deep primal level of all the hungers, passions and desires the two of them would have never admitted to having.
But the moment passed and before awareness could become knowledge, their minds untangled from each other, leaving the two lovers panting, clinging to each other, their bodies covered with sweat.
More susceptible to pitfalls of unexpected telepathic connections than her husband, Jean would have been lost if it were not for a thick load of Scott’s cum in her womb grounding her to reality. There was no getting away from the fabulous sensation of her husband’s semen slowly seeping out of her fucked cunt.
“Take that you test-tube bitch.” Jean thought smugly, idly phantasizing about this load of virile cum impregnating her.
She imagined her belly swelling with Scott’s child, while the knock-off cried somewhere in the corner.
Soon, Jean promised to herself as she snuggled into her husband’s side.
Unbeknownst to the two lovers, their little tryst had not been unnoticed.
Through a slightly open doorway, the clone of Jean Grey watched the man she loved fuck the intruder that had upturned her happy life.
Stumbling, Jean stepped away from the doorway, her heart hammering in her chest, while a storm of thoughts raged in her mind.
It couldn’t….
Scott wouldn’t have….
She-she needed her son.
Jean burst into the nursery, desperate for the one person in the entire mansion for whom she was the real Jean.
Who wouldn’t betray her for some intruder skank.
Baby Nathan cried softly as Jean rocked him to sleep.
“Shhh, my baby.” Jean rubbed his back even as she struggled to hold back her own tears. “Don’t worry everything will be alright.”
Jean was entirely unaware of the dark shadow one Mister Sinister cast over her, gleeful as his plans slowly came to fruition.
