SSSS Chapter 19 (Patreon)

Monet brushed back a strand of her chocolate hair, her brown eyes widening with growing lust as she saw what was happening. She had heard Emma bitching and moaning enough times about there not being any suitable men on the X-Men. Apparently she’d decided to help herself to someone else’s. Not that Monet was judging. Not when they were both so obviously enjoying it. But, given how illicit what they were doing was, they really didn’t have any right to deny her a little voyeuristic pleasure of her own.

Silently, Monet inched behind a tree, making no sudden movements to give herself away. Then she poked her head out from behind the trunk that sheltered her, a little annoyed with herself for being so nosy, but quickly getting over it. Emma was always going on about them using their gifts and not letting themselves be constrained by convention. And as libertine as she was, Monet doubted that Emma would want them actually fucking up a storm like she was. This was a much better way to sate her curiosity. After all, one should always learn from the best, and it didn’t look like anyone could do much better at sucking cock than Emma was.

“God, Maddie, trying to take your mouth on my cock is almost a punishment! It feels like you’re going to pull it off!”

“Umpph!” Emma replied—and suddenly Monet could see Jean, or rather Madelyne she supposed, in her place, her mouth the one intimately grappling with Scott’s erection. Scott was seeing Madelyne, but feeling Emma.

She suckled at him greedily, first nursing at the very tip of his cockhead, then moving her mouth relentlessly up and down his shaft, impaling her own throat on Scott’s member, over and over again. She couldn’t seem to get enough of Scott facefucking her, even if she had to help him do it.

And Monet couldn’t get enough of the sight of it. She felt her sex churning needfully, as Emma’s was too no doubt, getting off on having that massive prick in her mouth as Monet never could by simply watching it. She’d always thought that a man like Scott—one so quiet, yet so authoritative, who never gave any sign of needing to compensate for anything yet attracted the most beautiful women on the team—would be a hall of fame stud. She had even, in her little feminine way, left the door open for him to make a pass at her.

Not once had he ever taken her up on it, though. Monet felt a little disenfranchised about that, but in its own way, his ignoring of her sex appeal turned her on more. His easy confidence in dealing with her and Emma was clearly what made him so attractive to both of them. They wanted to see what happened when he was done playing nice.

And now that Monet knew, she wished that it was her sucking on his cock.

The thought made her cunt feel positively obscene. She reached down with quick fingers to stroke the crotch of her pants. The feel of the relatively harsh fabric pressing through her soft panties and into her dewy mons turned her on fiercely, much more strongly than she would’ve anticipated.

Unable to take her eyes off Emma and Scott, Monet wiggled out of her pants. Her ass gleamed sensually in the glowing moonlight, taut flesh jiggling ripely as she kicked her way free of her pants. Then, without hesitation, she sought out the soft fur of her womanhood, pushing into her sweet pink labia enough to part them gently. Monet shuddered with delight. It was a good start, but already she wanted more.

Perhaps it was rivalry—because Monet felt a sense of competition even with her erstwhile mentor—but the sight of Emma sucking so fervently on such a long, hard cock seemed to dwarf the pleasure she was giving herself. She wanted what Emma had, a ferocious erection just like that. Her mouth watered at the thought of straining her jaw to suck cock like Emma was doing. Monet wasn’t perfect, but she knew herself, and her one weakness was that if she didn’t get the stimulation she craved, she’d go out of her mind with desire heaped upon desire.

Her fingers swept along the liquid cleft of her womanhood. Her cunt lips were already swollen with excitement. When she found her opening, she pressed her middle finger deep inside. With a sigh, her legs went boneless. She hugged herself to the tree she was hiding behind with her free hand, holding her body up long enough to force her eyes open and take in more of what Scott and Emma were doing. Even at this distance, she could hear every word being spoken—and every lewd sound Emma made as she consumed Scott’s wonderfully potent manhood, everything he had to offer being accepted into her mouth.

“Don’t stop, goddamn you!” Scott cried. “I want you to take it all! Give me that mouth, that throat, every inch, all the way to your belly! I, oh, shiiitt!”

His hands clutched desperately at her glossy gold hair, balls stiffening into marbles of pure passion. It took every bit of self-control Scott had to keep possession of his precious cum, instead of giving it and his hardness over to Emma’s sucking mouth. Never before had he felt so aroused from a woman going down on him.

Her tongue was everywhere, touching everything that was sensitive, making every one of the many nerves in his member cry out in joy. She pressed it into his cockhead and brought the already tender flesh of his engorgement to a boil. Then she ran her mouth down his shaft, stroking the sides of his cock with her lips, and Scott shook as if having a seizure.

“God, Madelyne, that mouth! It’s like it’s pulling my cum right out of my balls! It’s making me get off!”

Emma popped her lips off Scott’s manhood, leaving it trembling an inch away from her lovely face. She looked up at him with brilliant blue eyes boring into his contorted expression. “I want you to come in my mouth. Don’t hold back. I want to feel it shoot all the way down to my stomach.”

“You do?” Scott asked, surprised. “You’ve never swallowed it before. Even on our honeymoon, you wouldn’t even let me come on your face.”

Emma smiled at him through Madelyne’s lips, inwardly ruing that she hadn’t posed as Jean instead of Pryor. Wouldn’t it be entertaining to have a nugget of information like that about the First Lady of the X-Men? “I want to now. That big cock of yours has turned me into a whore, Scott. I’m simply desperate to be your slut. The sluttier I can be for you, the better.”

She dove back down so rapidly that, watching, Monet thought she might intend to gag herself on his sizable erection. But she only wrapped her lips around the tip of it. Eying Scott’s face lasciviously, she sucked, then sucked harder. Scott groaned and canted his hips, angling his cock into Emma’s vacuuming mouth, but she put her hands on his hips to hold him mostly in place. Keeping him still as she sucked her way down his manhood. Inch by sucking inch it fucked its way into mouth and throat.

Then Emma really started masturbating Scott, jacking him off with her own face, desire mounting as she went faster and faster. There was something elemental, animalistic about devouring his cock, stretching her lips to the breaking point, straining her throat to consume all the powerful masculinity in Scott’s erection. His hips responded to the sheer power of Emma’s suction, jerking with uncontrollable movements, and Emma moaning as he fed himself into her mouth with nothing held back whatsoever. She knew he was close to coming. And she fucked her face on his cock even faster, wanting to be in total control of his orgasm.

Emma would’ve been even more aroused if she knew she had an audience. It would have pleased her to know there was a witness to this splendid blowjob she was giving and how much Scott Summers was getting off on it.

Not that Monet would’ve wanted her voyeurism to be known. Not when she was touching herself, her once shy fingers now pushing into her cunt, stroking faster and faster inside herself. She crooned with the pleasure she felt, not so much caring if Scott and Emma heard her as unable to conceive of it through the ecstasy she felt. Every inch of her was aroused and nothing less than her climax would ease the need inside her.

Monet sobbed with relief, feeling her body begin to quicken with the first jolts of orgasm. She seldom got off quickly. It had to rise up inside her, mounting a little bit at a time. She always knew far ahead of time when she was going to come.

“Gggh,” she sighed, loving the anticipation almost as much as the feeling whispering itself into her belly. The first tingle of passion stiffened her, her muscles clenching. Then, when she paradoxically forced herself to relax, a feeling like melted butter passed through her body.

She kept fingering herself, still wishing it was Scott who was reaming her out. She wanted his cock more than anything else in the world, but for once, she was denied. Emma had it all to herself. And she was only mouthing it.

Monet could tell she was giving Scott one hell of a blowjob, but it still struck her as a waste. Her own sex was aching for cock. She just knew it would feel amazing if she got it. Wouldn’t Emma feel the same way she would feel, taking that cock in her pussy? If she wouldn’t, then Scott was wasted on her. Monet would be much more appreciative.

She added another finger, wishing it would tamp down the urges her body was filling with, fuller and fuller, making the emptiness in her cunt all the more stinging in comparison. All her fingers were doing was making her pussy even hungrier. Her flesh didn’t want self-pleasure, it wanted a hard, hot cock like the one Emma had. Monet added a third finger. She was so turned on, more aroused than she thought she’d ever been. Why did it have to be now, when another woman was occupying what she needed to satiate all that desire?

Scott too was close to climax, as Emma was well aware. Warring with her lustful instincts, she let his cock slip out of her mouth as he came, and gleefully took the initial rope of jizz across her face. But once she felt that first dollop of liquid warmth bathe her features, marking her as Scott’s, Emma was not eager to deny herself anymore of his seed. She quickly clamped her lips onto Scott’s spurting cock, sucking greedily even as his prick still throbbed with orgasm. His next ejaculation splattered on her lapping tongue and she tasted the tangy, salty flavor of Scott’s cum, just as she’d felt it on her creamy skin.

Monet’s body trembled its way into a sudden stiffness, muscles now locked rigid, her flesh convulsing through how tightly clenched she was. Monet usually came hard, but never as hard as this. She felt the blood rushing to her heaving chest, swelling her tits, making her hardened nipples feel as though they would pop at any second. For the first time, Monet denied herself the sight of Scott and Emma at play, closing her eyes to revel in the delicious sensations assaulting her and caressing her in equal measure.

She opened her eyes and seeing Emma slurping her way up and down Scott’s manhood seemed to set her off again, intensifying her climax even as it died down. At the cost of her satisfaction, her lust came rushing back. Monet desperately tried to recapture, eclipse that satiation, rubbing her cunt harshly until the sight of Scott’s eruption smashed her flat with a huge surge of feeling.

Emma knew that Scott had come passionately hard, stuffing both her mouth and throat with his essence, leaving her feeling it in her nostrils where it had washed through her sinuses. She pulled herself back from his staggering erection, not fighting her own haze of decadent pleasure, even as her mouth fell open and some of Scott’s cum leaked out to anoint her breasts, trace down her taut belly.

Every last drop of Scott’s white-hot seed had inundated her mouth. It was enough to make her wonder if this was what Jean was trying to feel, getting him to baste her pussy, fill her with his child. And if it felt this good in her mouth, Emma had no doubt that actually being bred by the man held a satisfaction all its own.

It also made her rue the necessity of all this being done on the astral plane. As intimate as that was—and as antiseptic—it lacked a certain… rudeness that she might actually stand to appreciate with Scott. He didn’t seem like the type to think overly highly of himself, so it was quite possible the way he’d subconsciously represented himself in this little tryst was the God’s honest truth. That left Emma eager to find out if this was the case. She especially wanted to know how exactly his cum tasted, as this obviously wasn’t something Scott himself would be aware of. And if he’d dallied with Betsy already to cause all this trouble in the first place—well, one, he might be a bachelor soon, and two, Emma was sure she could outdo that second-rate geisha at seduction.

Maybe she’d leave a little Post-It note in Scott’s psyche, just to get the ball rolling.

“Did you like the way I sucked your cock?” she asked Scott in Madelyne’s voice. “Emma Frost taught me so much about it…”

A disconsolate Monet watched Emma lick her lips clean of Scott’s jism, cursing her luck. Spying on them had helped her get off harder than ever before, but left her even hornier than she’d started out. And Emma was still sinking her teeth into Scott, petting him and whispering to him in her low voice, dragging him towards the nearest bed. No doubt she’d soon have him ready to fuck her again. Monet hardly knew what to do about that. Further voyeurism wouldn’t satisfy her any more than she already was, but she’d be unsatisfied in the best possible way.

Deciding she would be more embarrassed by giving into her urges than pleasured by the same, Monet lifted her pants up to fasten them around her trim waist. She was still breathing hard and the feel of the rough material on her tender sex almost induced her to more spying on the happy couple, or at least to go to where they’d been and smell the scent of sex left behind. But she ignored the urge, letting the calm of dressing herself and putting a definitive end to her masturbation wash over her body. She pulled herself away from Emma’s thoughts and back into her flesh…

But she came back to herself only to find that disaster had struck while she was away. Paige and Jubilee were bound and gagged, while sinister-looking creatures crept towards Emma in Cerebro. Warwolves! She thought, recognizing the silvery sheen of their inorganic pelts and the alien symmetry of avian heads on weirdly canid bodies. Enforcers from Mojoworld, and they were about to take out Ms. Frost.

Monet opened her mouth to shout a warning, but before she could, a hood descended over her head. When she tried to block the assault, she realized that her wrists were bound, her ankles manacled together. The heavy fabric of the hood muffled her voice and cut off her sight, only allowing a rough voice to reach her ears.

“Just having a bit of fun, love. It’ll look funny as hell, you cutting out the psychic shit just to get nabbed by us. When blondie’s done playing around, she’ll get the same treatment. Then it’s off to Mojoworld and the show can really start!”