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Scott ran his tongue through the heat and wetness of her womanhood until he reached her clitoris, striking its stiffness so hard that Raven’s pleasure verged on pain. She gasped like she was wounded. “Oh, sir! Oh, it’s so good! I hope I make you come, sir! Teach me how to swallow all your cum!”

Scott inhaled the flesh of her cunt, holding it in his mouth with her clit in the middle, victim of his tongue. Raven’s picture-perfect imitation of Laura glitched, blue scales showing on her creamy skin, and Scott caressed them as if drawn there by magnets. There was something far more sumptuously arousing than Raven’s bimbo act there, the way he could pleasure Raven so immensely that even her diamond-hard survival instinct gave way to sheer enjoyment. All he had to do was caress an inch of flesh in her perfectly formed body and he controlled the whole thing. And under his control, Raven quivered and jerked in exquisite happiness, feeding him liquid sweetness that he gulped down with the excitement of a drunk swilling from a fresh bottle.

“Raven,” he said imperially, “is it just me? Has there been anyone else or am I the only one?”

“There’ve been hundreds,” Raven said, giggling like she was trying to tell a joke. She was speaking in her own voice, but doing some impression of Laura’s gruff tones. Scott found it strangely endearing. “I’m a whore, you know—all I know how to do is lie back and spread my legs—and I buy a lot of things on Etsy…”

Scott hugged her firm thighs delightedly, wondering if those blue scales were erogenous zones. “You’re a funny little thing,” he laughed, “but I like you. I like fucking you. And sucking you. I bet I could even sodomize you, if I wanted to. You’re helpless with me. I could even get you to marry me.”

“No! I don’t love you! I’m a whore!”

Scott was feeling reckless. He pulled his mouth away from her steamy cunt. “Then let’s call it quits.”

Raven didn’t answer. She just sucked on his cock, harder than ever. Scott laughed victoriously and grabbed her ass. She had gorgeous curves there, as rounded as Emma but firmer, more muscular. He parted her cheeks and ran his tongue between them. When his tongue hit her anus, Raven jerked as if shot.

“Scott!”

“Suppose I licked up all the juice in your pussy, buried my tongue in your asshole, and then gave you a kiss,” he said. “Would you like that?”

“Scott…”

But Scott was finished teasing her. Whatever comfort Raven took in pretending to be a hooker, wrapping up her sexual desire in mocking some perceived rival or achieving some objective of her own, he couldn’t focus on it through all the desire she’d instilled him with. Her body was moist with sweat, her mind desperate to prove something that his words had inflamed her with. She worked her hips crazily against his face and sucked needfully on his shaft. 

His voice trembling, his manhood feeling the hot joy of her eagerness to please, Scott helped her lose herself in the fantasy she was trying to recapture. “That’s it, Laura. Suck me off. Get all my cum with that hot hooker mouth. Give me what I paid for.”

He drove his tongue into her pussy, tasted more of her, fingered her flowing sex and pinched her clit until the pain was almost more than her pleasure. Her lithe body writhed in need and Scott wondered if her face was Raven’s or Laura’s as she experienced the trip of both giving and receiving.

“Scott, it’s insane, wild—I never dreamed anything could—feel so wonderful—nnh! Hh! Ahhh!”

Scott had to give her this: Raven’s imitation of a prostitute was worth paying for.

She was in distress now, bucking and gasping, losing control in a way that could only lead to orgasm. She was hardly able to suck him as he was sucking her, but that didn’t matter now. Scott was enjoying how her magnificent body flexed in complete submission to what he wanted it to feel. He slid his tongue back along the vale between her buttocks, tasting the oily arousal that had escaped her cunt, then found her sphincter and worked his tongue into it, setting the nerves there on fire.

“Yesss!” Raven cried. “I’m… unh!”

Her body locked up, Raven giving a gasp of wonder as her muscles tensed and her thighs clamped around his head. It was like she couldn’t believe what her body was doing. Then her cunt surrendered to him, throbbing and throbbing and throbbing as her passion escaped. She keened over and over again—“Oh! Oh! Oh!”—as she squirted and shuddered, letting out her orgasm with surprising openness. For as mixed up as she was, he would’ve expected her to try to hide how good it felt. But he could see it, the complete orgasm, from beginning to end. She was absolutely unashamed.

At last she slumped down around his body, spent, panting. “Scott… was it supposed to be like that? So… good?”

Scott laughed and slid her down onto the floor, where she landed on her ass. “Uh-huh,” he said, standing over her, offering her the cock she’d practiced on so much. “And now it’s my turn.”

Raven had either learned a few things as she played with his dick or she was done playing games. Within a few seconds of taking him between her lips, he was swaying on his feet, grunting with each pull she took on his member, her tongue and teeth working together to please every inch of his cock.

“God, Laura… I’m so close… so close…” he groaned. With a titanic gulp on his erection, Laura left him unable to stop his orgasm. He tensed up, paralyzed, and grunted “Drink my cum! Drink it all!” before he exploded.

He spurted. She sucked. He spurted more and she sucked more. His cum was liquid fire, blazing out of his burning lust, sucked down by the seemingly inexhaustible appetite Raven had for it. She held his jerking prick in her mouth and milked him of all his relief and pleasure, not stopping until he had felt everything her sucking throat could make him feel.

“Yes, Laura, drink! Ah, yeah, swallow! God, you are a whore!” he crooned, letting everything out, almost able to feel his immense lust go as if traveled into her mouth and down her throat, what felt like a gallon of hot jism answering the demand Raven had made.

When he was done, his cock felt sensitive immediately. He pulled it away and caught his breath, so tender that Raven’s saliva stung on his manhood. He ran his hand through Raven’s hair in appreciation and she wrapped herself around his hips in kind, turning back into her native form, naked and blue.

“I liked that,” Raven whispered, kissing a powerfully muscled thigh. “How was I, sir? Okay?”

Scott sighed. In public, she referred to him as Scott. In private, she called him Mr. Summers. He supposed it only made sense that at times like this, she called him ‘sir’. Raven was adamant that whatever role she was playing with him, she did it on her terms and in her own way. 

Next, he supposed she would be calling him ‘daddy’ while in the throes of passion—proving even that intimacy wasn’t too much for her.

“You were terrific, Raven,” Scott groaned, pulling his sweatpants back up and digging into the pocket. He brought out a twenty dollar bill. “Will this be enough?”

With a flicker, Raven became Laura again, her cheerleader look impeccable. She took the bill from him. “So much better than holding a bake sale!” she enthused, then rested her head against his limp cock, like a fighter would stand over a defeated opponent. 

***

Ororo Munroe was aptly named. She was as beautiful as the most vicious storm, maybe the most beautiful of any of the X-Men. Jean was as cute as a woman could be without tipping over into outright immaturity and Emma was pure sex, but Ororo had a regal air that even Jean and Emma’s elegance couldn’t touch. Her body was tall and slender, finely muscled, and every inch of it ringing with poise. Full breasts and well-rounded hips complimented her long, tawny limbs, while her blue eyes and vibrant white hair added a note of the exotic to her already rare beauty. Her flowing African robes and headscarf didn’t emphasize her stature or curvaceousness, but they didn’t hide them in their bold colors and riotous patterns either—they let her body speak for itself. Scott felt a rush of almost reflexive desire for her, even as he knew it was pointless to lust after her when so many factors precluded any real affection between them.

She was, after all, Queen of Wakanda—a key figure in Osborn’s Cabal.

“Funny to think of how luxurious this mansion once seemed to me, young and fresh from the Serengeti,” she said, looking around the classical furnishings as if taking them in for the first time. It had indeed been some time since she’d visited. “Coming back from Wakanda, it all seems quite quaint.”

“I suppose so,” Scott said diplomatically. “But it has its own charm. I found it very comforting when I was a student here.”

“As did I. But I suppose someone less secure might find it intimidating.”

“X-Men aren’t in the business of being intimidated.”

“No,” Ororo agreed. “I’ve always had every confidence that you know what you’re doing. Even when it comes to internal decorating.”

Scott shrugged. “You pick up a thing or two when you have to rebuild the house so many times.”

“And keep it exactly as the Professor left it.”

“Why fix what isn’t broken?”

“Why not improve what can be improved?” Ororo countered. “I’m not the only one who’s noticed your performance. There’s talk in the Cabal of you being wasted here. As the saying goes, those who can’t do, teach. You can—why teach?”

“Well, Ro, I suppose I just look at the world and think it could do with another teacher more than it could use one more jackbooted enforcer,” Scott said evenly.

Ororo’s poker face was inscrutable. Her feline features seemed to relish the challenging jab. “Osborn isn’t perfect and neither is his regime, but acceptance was always going to require compromise. You’re comfortable with sacrifice; why not trade-off?”

“I see a difference between compromise and appeasement. What makes you think Osborn won’t come down on mutants when he’s finished with Avengers?”

“What makes you think his replacement would be any better? At least with Osborn, we get a seat at the table.”

“And blood on our hands.”

“Is that why you’re staying in school?” Ororo asked cuttingly. “Afraid to get your hands dirty?”

Scott nodded. “Shaking hands with the Green Goblin, yes.”

“We’ve worked with villains before. Juggernaut, Emma Frost, Magneto—“

“We didn’t take orders from them.”

Ororo’s voice rose. “Don’t presume to think Osborn gives me orders.”

Scott fell silent. A breeze had kicked up; they were indoors.

Ororo lowered her voice, and the wind. “Osborn isn’t much more popular with most of the mutant community than he is with you. With Charles, Magneto, and Frost in the Negative Zone, he’s alienated the X-Men, the Brotherhood, and the Hellfire Club. Having you stand behind him, in a position of power, would do a lot to bring mutants back into the fold.”

“Right alongside the wolves,” Scott replied.

Ororo sighed and stood, the simple motion calling the audience to an end. “It’s good to see you again, Scott. But perhaps you would’ve been better served coming to Wakanda with me. Travel is said to broaden the mind.”

“And leave the homestead unguarded.” Scott extended his hand for Ororo to shake. “It was good seeing you again too.”

He showed Ororo out. When he closed the door behind her, Raven was standing there like she’d been there all along. She really was something else with her stealth—using her shapeshifting to blend in with her surroundings like a chameleon.

“Do you think she’s embarrassed to have blue eyes?” Raven asked. “Maybe that’s why she sticks her nose so high in the air.”

Scott took a deep breath. “You know, I actually had more privacy when I was dating a telepath?”

“Which time?” Raven retorted. “You used to be her boss. You’d think she’d show you a little respect.”

“She did show me a little respect.” Scott went back to the small nook where he and Ororo had sat to converse. There was a tea set there, the kettle still oozing steam. “Whatever the Cabal wants me to do, they could just give me an order. I’m sure Ororo is vetoing anything like that.”

“Little respect. Emphasis on little,” Raven stressed. “I heard she beat you once with no powers. That’s probably why she treats you like crap.”

Scott took one of the unused teacups and poured into it. “Tea? It’ll calm your nerves.”

Raven took the cup but didn’t drink from it. “And she calls herself a goddess? She’s not even that hot.”

“Really? I think she’s very attractive,” Scott said offhandedly. He hid his bemusement over Raven’s simmering by taking a drink from his own cooling cup.

“You should ask for a rematch. I heard she took you on when you were depressed. That shouldn’t count.”

“Who did you hear all this from?” Scott asked. “Is this part of the curriculum?”

Raven crossed her arms. “It’s not like this place sees a lot of turnover. Just about everyone who was ever a student here is either a teacher or an X-Man. They talk.”

“You listen. Even to private conversations.”

“I’m sorry, next time you want to get Ororo alone, I’ll leave you to it.”

Scott rolled his eyes so hard that Raven could tell even through his sunglasses. “Practice that move. Now.”

Raven left, and Scott didn’t see her again until he went to bed that night and found her chained to his headboard.