Catnip for Psychics (X-men) Ch.2 (Patreon)

Jean. No. The clone as the woman in question thought bitterly, rushed through the dark corridors of the mansion, her mind aflame with all the revelations and betrayals of the day.

How could he? She thought in despair, the image of her husband in bed with that Intruder refusing to leave her mind’s eyes. No matter how hard she tried, she could not forget the way Scott looked as that bitch cuddled up to him.

When she needed him most, Scott betrayed her in the worst possible way. The clone gritted her teeth, feeling rage bubbling up beneath the surface of her self-control.

For now, the awesome and terrible might of her mind remained under her control.

Nathan. Her darling baby boy. She needed him, needed his tiny precious presence to ground herself against the chaos that became her life with Her arrival.

Her mind somewhat made up, Clone rushed to the nursery, desperate to get away from the marital bed defiled by her husband’s unfaithfulness.

Her heart beating frantically in her chest and strange fears stirring in the corners of her mind, Clone Jean clutched to her son, feeling the warmth of his tiny body and the heartbeat of his precious heart wash over her, calming her nerves if only a little.

That’s right. She might not be the original Jean Grey. Her mind and memories might be fabrications of some mad man, but here was someone to whom she and only she was the real mother.

She might not have been Scott’s real wife, but she was certainly Nathan’s real mother.

Or was she?

The traitorous thought wormed its way into her consciousness and refused to leave. Whoever was responsible for her existence….If they had resources to clone Jean Grey and replace her with a copy, who said they couldn’t have done that after she gave birth? What if Nathan was Jean’s and she was just some sick joke someone was playing on the X-men?

She could not stop thinking it, no matter how much she tried to banish it from her mind. She was so preoccupied with that terrifying possibility, she did not notice the intruder casting a dark shadow over her and baby Nathan.

“Don’t worry, my dear.” Mister Sinister’s cruel voice turned the Clone’s blood to ice. “You are indeed Young Nathan’s birth mother. In fact, his birth is the entire reason for your existence.”

A note of cruel amusement was present in the mad man’s otherwise cold voice.

Clone of Jean Grey whipped around and sent a burst of telepathic power at the intruder. The attack was too unfocused and Mister Sinister stood unaffected by her effort.

The monstrous geneticist wagged his finger at her.

“Careful now. Wouldn’t want a fight between us to cause Young Nathan any harm now, would we?” He said. “I have such plans for him.”

The clone clutched desperately at her son.

“Y-you are not getting him.” She spat, her furious power barely held back by the maternal concern for her child. She remembered Sinister’s words. “You are lying!”

He had to be lying. She was not some breeding mare, created solely for some twisted genetic experiment. She couldn’t be!

Mister Sinister raised an eyebrow and something small shot out of his hand.

Jean Grey’s clone tried to dodge the projectile and push it away with her powers. Pointless. The crimson gem attached itself to her forehead and started glowing crimson.

Immediately a shudder went through the clone’s body as the gem’s properties did interesting things to her psyche.

Mister Sinister smiled as one of his finest creations was brought back under his control. It performed its role flawlessly, securing for him something Nathaniel Essex had sought for a long time – a child of Grey and Summers bloodlines. A potential perfect mutant.

Sound of steps broke the silence of the nursery. It seemed his presence had been detected.

Sinister smiled. They were too late.

In a flash of light, Sinister, baby Nathan and the clone of Jean Grey vanished from the mansion.

XxXxX

With some difficulty, X-men nevertheless had been able to locate Mister Sinister and his victims and were now surrounding the clone of Jean Grey.

No. The wondrous and terrifying creature could no longer be marked by a title as denigrating as mere clone. Gone was the clone of Jean Grey – a confused and frightened woman made suddenly adrift and alone in the world from the revelation of her dubious origins.

Madelyne Pryor – the Goblin Queen now lounged leisurely on a throne, seemingly at ease and unperturbed by the X-men ready for violence. She might have had the same body as the original Jean Grey but in her new outfit she looked nothing like the wholesome girl next door. No. All of her attire, from the high-heeled leather boots that reached up to her luscious thighs, to the mini cape draped across her otherwise naked shoulders, was designed to make her look dangerous, alluring and positively sinful.

None of the X-men would ever admit it, but all of them caught themselves momentarily fantasizing about the things they would have loved to do with Madelyn, or have her do to them.

It was truly a shame she’d gone completely crazy.

Not that it was stopping Scott Summers from trying.

“Please, Jean. I know I hurt you, but this is not the answer. Don’t you see, Mister Sinister is using you!” He pleaded with his insane wife.

Madelyn’s face twisted with rage, but before she could say or do anything, Jean, the original one, cut in.

“Don’t call her by my name, Scott!” Jean scoffed. “That skank is welcome to whatever stage name she wants for her porn actress career.” She looked at her clone smugly. “Though I doubt you will have much success, darling. You turned out to be such a lousy lay Scott needed only an offer to decide to fuck me!”

In spite of the danger of the situation that required one hundred perfect of his attention, Scott couldn’t help but wince. That...was not going to help, Jean!

He turned out to be right.

With a scream of anger that was more than mere sound, Madelyn let out a burst of pure psychic power. Now, Madelyn and Jean might have had the same base abilities, but here and now, with all of her inhibitions gone and Mister Sinister’s gem amplifying and directing Madelyn’s powers, Jean found herself overpowered and smashed into the wall of the room, same as the other X-men.

They were powerless and defeated.

All of them.

Except for Scott Summers.

The telekinetic wave did not touch Cyclops, but he had been overpowered all the same. Madelyn's psychic hold rendered him unable to move a muscle. He could only watch as the woman he had loved as his wife sauntered up to him, her thicc hips swaying so hypnotically, Scott almost suspected telepathic tampering.

Of course, Madelyn needed no coercion to have his body react most eagerly to hers and by the time she was close enough for Scott to feel her breath on his skin, his cock was already straining against the fabric of his X-men uniform.

Madelyn did not miss that fact. Grinning maliciously, she glanced at the captive Jean Grey and dropped to her knees, putting her face wonderfully close to Scott’s restrained cock.

“Let’s see who’s a lousy lay now.” She muttered and with a burst of psychic power, Madelyn shredded Scott’s pants, liberating his throbbing cock.

Hwap!

Scott’s manhood slapped against Madelyn's pale skin, momentarily covering her features from Scott’s view.
He couldn’t believe his eyes. Jean had treated him to oral, occasionally. On his birthdays. But it had always been something she appeared reluctant about and something Scott was always afraid to ask for, least Jean think he was denigrating her or something.

To have a woman that looked exactly like Jean about to pleasure him with her mouth was so wondrous a sight he almost came right then and there.

Her two hands busy stroking his cock, Jean glared up at Scott.

“You are still thinking about that bitch.” She hissed and before Scott could say anything to defend himself, Madelyn attacked his erect manhood.

In one gulp Madelyn swallowed a third of his length, her throat muscles spasming around his shaft and cockhead, sending wave after wave of pleasure through Scott’s penis. Her tongue was also far from idle. It writhed and wriggled underneath Scott’s shaft, tracing the lines of his veins, tasting the salty flavour of his cock and lathering it with Madelyn’s crazed affection.

The Goblin Queen might have choked and gasped and struggled, but it did not take her long to get into the swing of things and soon she was giving Scott a blowjob so sloppy and debauched, he had only seen the likes of it in porn he’d watched guiltily.

“Oh damn, Maddie!” Scott groaned in pleasure, involuntarily pushing his hips forward, desperate to get as much of his cock into the tight warm embrace of Madelyn’s mouth and throat.

The Goblin Queen practically radiated smugness, even as her neck bulged trying to contain Scott’s manhood. Soon enough, Madelyn buried her nose in Scott’s pubes while her lips kissed the base of his cock.

“I know Jeannie never did anything like that for you.” Madelyn thought at him, and Scott got the distinct impression, that Jean could hear this too. “Too much of a goodie two shoes prude, that one. I, however, know how to have fun!”

And just like that Madelyn started blowing Scott with frenzied gusto.

Scott had no choice. Thinking gross thoughts and trying to willpower his way through could only last him so long before the pleasure grew too great for him.

With a cry of shameful defeat, Scott came down Madelyn throat, busting perhaps the biggest nut of his life.

Scott was breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat covering his muscular body. Madelyn meanwhile, rose from her knees, as elegant as the finest whore.

“Madelyn, please-” Scott couldn’t finish the sentence as a riding crop conjured out of pure psychic energy appeared in Madelyn’s hand.

The poison green construct flashed through the air as Madelyn struck Scott’s chest, leaving behind a bright red streak on his skin.

“Silence, knave.” Madelyn commanded. “You shall speak only when your Queen allows you to.”

There was a strand of cum on the corner of her mouth, which Madelyn plucked daintily with her finger and licked off with her nimble tongue. The motion was so elegant and debauched at the same time, Scott’s cock twitched, beginning to rise from its current half-chub state.

Madelyn lips curved into a pleased smile as she watched Scott grow harder.

“Yes, I think there is a better use for your mouth.” She said with a wicked grin and used her telekinetic powers to push Scott down onto his back until he was lying on the floor.

Cyclops did not have time to protest, because Madelyn sat on his face, sans her leather panties.

Scott breathed in the heady musk of Madelyn’s feminine arousal. Instinctively, his tongue darted forth to taste Madelyn’s wet pussy.

“Oh yes!” Madelyn moaned as she ground her pussy across Scott’s face, face-fucking him. “Now that’s a good boy. Let’s see if you can please your queen, Scott.” Madelyn dragged her nail across the sensitive skin of Scott’s cockhead, making him groan and his cock twitch. “Perhaps you might even earn a reward.”

Sufficiently motivated, Scott attacked Madelyn’s cunt with gusto. He licked and sucked doing his inexperienced best to please this dominant lover. His tongue delved into the depths of her pussy, exploring it in a way Scott had never done before.

He could not see and his hands were bound by Madelyn’s power, the only thing Scott could rely on was his tongue to bring the mad Goblin Queen to orgasm.

Madelyn threw her head back, unable to hold back a moan of pleasure. She did not stop fucking Scott’s face even as pleasure slowly but surely grew too much for her.

This was what life was for – taking pleasure wherever and however she pleased!

Madelyn clenched her thighs, squeezing Scott’s head and wordlessly demanding more and more of this wonderful delight. She rode his face selfishly taking all the pleasure her captive lover could provide.

Not that she neglected the man’s cock. Oh no. The throbbing phallus was quickly becoming Madelyn’s favourite toy. She teased and played with it, stimulating its sensitive flesh with delicate application of her psychic abilities and feather-light touches, but never enough to truly give the man pleasure.

No she wanted him to grow more and more frustrated until he would say anything, do anything just to be allowed to cum.

“Aaaah!”

Madelyn’s moan became a scream of sudden pleasure as Scott’s tongue finally found the ‘button’ in her cunt, sending an inferno of ecstasy throughout Madelyn’s nervous system.
She shuddered, arched her back and came, drenching Scott’s face with her juices. For a moment Madelyn’s telekinesis went haywire, causing the walls and furniture to shake and putting more pressure on the captive x-men bodies.

Her breathing ragged and her body aflame with desire and passion Madelyn looked at Scott’s cock, which was standing proudly, its veins straining against its own skin while its cockhead was so engorged it turned purple.

Slowly, Madelyn licked her full lips. There was a desire deep in the corner of her mind. A curiosity she was sure that bitch Jean also shared. Now wouldn’t be interesting to…..

Slowly, Madelyn rose from Scott’s face, cursing the way her legs shook.

“You did well, slave.” She said, her voice raspy from all the screaming. “Let’s see about that reward.”

Scott did not expect Madelyn to suddenly impale her asshole on his cock.

He groaned as the tightness of Madelyn’s asshole suddenly overwhelmed him. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. Hotter, dirtier than the regular sex. He could feel Madelyn’s anal muscles squeeze his cock, gripping it so tightly, Scott was almost afraid she would tear it off.

Madelyn did not remain unaffected. Taking Scott’s massive cock to the hilt in her once unused ass was a feat in of itself. In an instant, Madelyn went from an anal virgin to an anal painslut as the agony from the sudden intrusion of a manhood so large into a hole so small became a sort humiliating ecstasy that Madelyn could not help but revel in.

The thought of using her body, Jean’s body to pleasure a man in such a debauched way was delicious in the best of ways. Madelyn was eager to degrade herself if it meant degrading that hypocrite Jean Grey.

Her hand darted to her poor weeping cunt, immediately shoving two fingers inside, eager to mix the delightful agony with some pleasure. Slowly, Madelyn rose, her anal muscles clinging and clenching around Scott’s manhood as if loathing to let it leave until it only an engorged cockhead remained inside.

Then Madelyn once again impaled her poor little ass on Scott’s prick, sheathing all of it in her tight hole.

This time the pleasure, the pain and the sheer carnal atmosphere of it all proved too much for both Madelyn and Scott. The two of them orgasmed with Scott spurting rope after rope of semen deep into Madelyn’s ass, while the Goblin Queen herself arched her back and screamed in pleasure as her body was wracked by the most powerful orgasm to date.

The crimson gem Mister Sinister used to control Madelyn was a marvel of Celestial Technology, but even it had its limits. The psychic energies released during this climax overwhelmed it, destroying its delicate circuitry and liberating Madelyn from the old englsih scientist’s control.

Immediately, Madelyn’s twisted features softened, kindness intrinsic to her true character returning to her face.

So many emotions flooded back to her. Fear and anger were there, but also love and heartbreak and concern. But there was only one thought at the forefront of her and Scott’s minds:

“Nathan!”