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Kurt looked at the two lovely women, their bodies mirror images of each other, but for their differing ethnicities, as though they were the same woman under different shades of light. They both had the same purple hair, the same almond eyes with pinpricks of violet within, the same lovely bodies even if Betsy clothed herself conservatively and Kwannon… did not. He worked his three-fingered hands together in a consoling gesture.

“Kwannon, Betsy, I understand there has been a great deal of tension between you two lately. Surely, with all of us being X-Men, you can see the need for us to be on all the same page. Let us resolve this conflict so that—”

“The same page?” Kwannon interrupted. “When she stole my body we were on the same page, since we had to do whatever she wanted to do…”

“Me?” Betsy demanded shrilly. “You stole my life! And acted a proper slut with it, having everyone think I was a whore because of your hot fanny!”

Kwannon scoffed, folding her arms across her ample chest. “Pfft. That’s what you’re sore about? You just can’t stand that you had the best sex of your life while I was in the driver’s seat. Even that Doug Ramsey kid got us off. Who have you gotten lucky with since I left? A Frenchman?”

“You posed naked for Colossus!”

“Ladies, ladies, please!” Kurt cooed to them, holding up his hands. “Let’s not fight over der unfug of the past. Surely, we can all agree now that it is no bad thing to be permissive. After all, we all must make more mutants.”

“Are you sure there’ll be any left for me?” Betsy sneered. “I think she’s already had every man on the island; why would they want me when they’ve already had her?”

“Why indeed?” Kwannon tossed back.

“Maybe you should fuck the women too and make a clean sweep of it.”

“Why don’t I fuck your brother instead? Then we can all be happy: you can have all the other men in the world and he can finally—“

“Don’t you dare finish that thought!” Betsy cried.

“You are both being very immature right now!” Kurt interrupted. “I’m surprised at you, meine Freunde, when you’re clearly both so well-developed in other aspects of your life.”

“Those are mine too!” Betsy protested. “If it weren’t for my superior breeding, she’d never have tits so big!”

“Superior breeding? Oh, it’s all about race with you, isn’t it?”

“Oh, don’t you even think you have room to talk, when you and the Hand think anything that’s not Japanese is inferior! Then again, perhaps that’s why when you were pretending to be me, you fucked so many white men!”

“They were your friends!” Kwannon insisted.

“Indeed they were! And now they can only see me as a sex object!”

“Not when you dress like that. You even wear a bike helmet just to completely rid yourself of your sex appeal. You never took such good care of my body.”

“Should I have taken a page from your book and thrown myself at horses and large dogs?”

“I hardly need animals. I can get any man I want!” Kwannon boasted.

“But not get them to call you afterward,” Betsy jibed. “Face it, guys don’t respect girls who simply give it away.”

“Not if they’re no good at it. Face it, if not for you looking like me, no one ever would’ve given you the time of day!”

“You little gobshite! If you’re such a looker, why’d you have to steal the purple hair thing from me?”

“You stole my body!” Kwannon insisted.

“And I took proper care of it. Imagine the STDs you would’ve accumulated if you’d still been in there!”

Kurt could take no more. This was ridiculous. The two women should’ve been closer than sisters after all they’d been through, yet now they were virtually a girl arguing with herself. He had to step in.

Or, more accurately, step beside them, as he came up next to the two warrior women and set his hands behind both their heads. Then he pressed them together. In the heat of their argument, they went along without thought, merging according to the instincts of their overheated bodies. Betsy’s mouth was open and Kwannon’s tongue went into it. Their lips slammed together, heads rocking as Betsy sucked Kwannon’s tongue furiously.

Kurt stepped back, but the kiss went on, the anger they felt for each other now pure passion. Their tongues twisted and turned around each other, lips pressing hard and harder into each other to see which would relent first, both their faces flushing as the heat of their kiss settled into their cheeks.

Kurt circled around them, reaching around Betsy from behind to shrug her jacket down her shoulders. Despite Kwannon’s condemnation of her sex appeal, the blouse Betsy wore had cleavage plunging down between her succulent breasts. It took little effort for Kurt to finger that neckline to either side, exposing her breasts—then a little petting of Kwannon’s hair, a little push downward, and she started sucking at the bare teat Kurt had uncovered for her.

Betsy went cross-eyed as she felt her nipple roll around under Kwannon’s tongue. She could barely stand the heated excitement going through her. A moment later, she felt a tingling flicker up her skirt. At her asshole. Kurt’s tail was slipping into her panties and then up between her buttocks.

“Oh Jesus,” Betsy moaned, now that Kwannon’s lips could no longer obscure her words.

Reaching down Betsy’s body, Kurt pulled her skirt up out of the way, then started petting Kwannon’s hair again—strong, sure strokes that inevitably drove Kwannon down to her knees, where Betsy’s wet cunt awaited her. Kwannon could even less resist that treat than she could’ve turned up her nose at Betsy’s perky breast. She bent in and kissed the lips of Betsy’s pussy. Even through her panties, Betsy almost combusted with delight. Her double’s mouth sucked at her juicy sex, then the elegant tongue lashed out at her throbbing clit. With Kurt on one side of her and Kwannon on the other, Betsy was ecstatic.

“Mmmph!” Betsy’s lovely, delicate face contorted and strained with lust. “That’s right, you slut!” She pulled Kwannon’s purple hair, which looked so much like her own, and rocked her hips. It was like she was fucking that face which had been hers for so long, fucking it with the burning, sopping cunt that truly belonged to her. “Eat my pussy good! Clean my hot quim with that little whore tongue!”

Kwannon felt warm and secure, having her face buried in the pussy that had once belonged to her. She knew it was taboo, and despite all her libertine qualities it certainly felt depraved to her, but she still couldn’t help but enjoy it.

Kurt kept orbiting them, now coming along to the sides of the two women. He caressed both their bodies while one girl licked at the other. And as they writhed together, both against each other and against him, he reached down to undo his zipper.

“Three can play this game as easily as two. And as delicious as the two of you are, even you cannot make more mutants—not without a third.”

Kwannon’s slitted eyes widened considerably when she saw all he had to unveil. His cock was rigid and ready, the cockhead so blue it was almost black, and the shaft a full nine inches. “Third, hell—you’re practically two.”

“Just so,” Kurt said agreeably, teasing his spade-shaped tail at Betsy’s asshole. Her face flickered with tiny jolts of pain and enough pleasure to leave her eyes quite heavily-lidded. “Enough for both of you, ja?”

With his tail still tweaking away at her hot anus, Betsy spoke in her most sultry tone. “No, you’re all mine. Let me suck you off while Kwannon finishes eating me out. You can come in my mouth.”

“I do believe I can,” Kurt said slowly, reaching back to grasp a stool and pull it underneath him. He was glad he didn’t have to teleport to get it. His tail might not have been anywhere near as sensitive as his phallus—a fact he was generally very thankful for—but he still enjoyed keeping it playing between Betsy’s justly celebrated ass. “In fact, I think I may come all sorts of places, so long as we remember that at least one of you needs to be bred.” He grinned ferally. “That you can fight over.”

Betsy’s legs were turning to jelly from the tickling at her asshole and the tremors it was sending deeper into her nerves. Then Kwannon’s tongue ran over her slit again. Betsy moaned, low in her throat.

Leaning back on the stool he was seated on, Kurt arranged the two women as he liked. Kwannon laid down with Betsy straddling her face, and with Betsy on her knees, Kurt’s rigid cock was directly under her face. Reaching out to her, he stroked her purple hair.

“Take it down into your throat,” he told her, grinning. “And when I come, don’t waste it. Swallow.”

“Every drop,” Betsy promised, returning his grin.

His sharp teeth made it wicked. Her plump lips made it sensual.

Lowering her lovely head, Betsy took his standing prick in one hand. She kissed just the tip of it with her luscious mouth. It twitched at the touch, spilling out a bullet of precum for her to taste. Approving of the flavor, Betsy opened her mouth and brought Kurt right to the back of her throat with a quick jerk of her head.

“Ja! Sehr gut!” Kurt tensed to the point of trembling. “You really know what you’re doing, liebchen!”

Blushing at his approval, Betsy started on giving the elfin man the best blowjob she knew how. Her soft lips smacked nosily against his shaft as she gulped down every inch of his length that could go into her mouth, while her tongue worked in wet circles over his burgeoning knob.

“MM! Mmmmmm! Betsy, no wonder everyone always wanted to fuck us. This is the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted!” Kwannon gushed between licks at Betsy’s dripping sex. “I could eat you out all day!”

“Do so!” Kurt commanded her, his prehensile foot gripping Kwannon’s throat and holding her against Betsy’s cunt. With Betsy throating his cock and Kwannon buried in Betsy’s sex, the two were finally open to listening to him. “I wonder how the two of you suck cock. The exact same level of skill, but different mouths, nicht wahr? You two are the only ones who can truly understand what the other has been through—I should think this would make you friends… sisters… or at least you can share my prick…”

From beneath, Kwannon pleasured Betsy’s cunt in a frenzy of sucks, bites, and nibbles, so aggressive that the odd kiss was almost a letdown. With her head firmly placed between Betsy’s lovely thighs, she licked up and down Betsy’s swollen cuntlips. For good measure, she stroked Kurt’s tail as it poked and prodded at Betsy’s throbbing asshole, encouraging him to go through with sodomizing her rather than just massaging the muscle of her taut anus.

Shoot your cum down my throat! Betsy teeped with her mouth full of Kurt’s pulsing cock. Give me all the seed in those fluffy balls! Ohh, bloody hell, Kwannon’s going to get me off any second now! She can’t get enough of this pussy! Mmmmm—please, Kurt, come, come right in my mouth! Blow your load for me!

“Jerk me off!” Kurt groaned out, his breath coming in hurried pants. “Ja, stroke me—you can’t expect me to make it easy for you when I’m enjoying myself so much!”

Sucking ferociously at Kurt’s avidly twitching erection, Betsy palmed it, wrapped her fingers around it, jerked her hand up and down as fast and as hard as she could. The liquid pressure of her mounting orgasm was building quickly, while her asshole filled with a buzzing sensation. She’d never come from being anally stimulated before—she wasn’t Kwannon—but she guessed this was what it felt like, both her holes throbbing feverishly whether Kurt or Kwannon was attacking them.

Hurry! Betsy teeped out, her thoughts hazy and heavy with pleasure. Give me your cum before Kwannon’s mouth gets me off! I want to taste your seed while I’m coming! I want to know I got your jizz!

She sucked at him with unbridled need, her gorgeous face bobbing frantically over the girthy cock that was almost too big to stuff her throat. The portion of it she could not reach, not without gagging herself—and she still wasn’t Kwannon—she frantically stroked, urging the cum out of his trembling, bloated balls.

With her face still pressed to Betsy’s groin in a lengthy kiss, Kwannon suddenly flicked her tongue against the other woman’s stiffened clit. Moving her lips over Betsy’s shuddering womanhood, she enclosed the taut little marble in her lips and slurped on it as noisily as she could.

Fuck, fuck, I’m coming! Betsy groaned around Kurt’s jerking cock as she sucked it more wildly than ever. Oh heavens! Oh, oh, it’s the best, the best!

Then she was rewarded with a mouthful of his seed, Kurt’s manhood suddenly spurting and pumping crazily from her lips to her gullet. She gulped his thick cum down, swallowing what she could while the portion that was too much for her overflowed her lips and marked her chin.

“Suck me, Betsy!” Kurt gasped, his hips jolting off the stool, his tail pistoning into Betsy’s asshole, and his shooting cock sliding further into her throat. “Suck all the cum out of my balls! Uhhh! Verdammt! Sehr gut!”

Betsy kept her mouth wrapped around his cock until the last sticky jolt of his semen had landed on her tongue. She sucked one last trickle from his cockhead, then let her mouth slide off of his member, resting the side of her face in his lap.

“Oh dear me, that was fun! Rather like a race!” She felt Kurt slowly slide his tail out from her flaring anus. “God, you’ve left my little asshole blooming sore!” she groaned.

“First time you’ve had it up the ass?” Kurt asked her.

Betsy hugged his leg tightly. “More or less. But don’t you dare ask if that was the first time I’ve sucked a cock off. I shall go into a proper tiff!”

“Nein, that was the act of an expert! In fact, you were too good, fraulein. Ich bin fix und fertig!”

“Oh?” Betsy laughed, ruffling the fluff on his balls. “Nothing left in there to make more mutants?” She fondled his balls gently, then felt a dainty lick on her own exhausted slit and looked down to see Kwannon smiling at her. “Sorry, sister. None for you.”

“Is that so?” Kwannon asked, eyebrow quirked.

Keeping her hand at Kurt’s groin, Betsy laid down on top of Kwannon, letting the other woman lick her cum-wet lips before they kissed each other hard. She felt Kwannon’s arms wrap around her, a hand dropping to where her ass was still tender from taking Kurt’s tail. When Kwannon squeezed her there, Betsy cooed with delight, allowing Kwannon’s tongue into her mouth.

Kurt’s tail brushed over their faces like a feather duster. “I hate to impose, but if you’d like more, I’d be happy to supply however much you require.”

Remembering where the spade-shaped tip had been, Betsy batted it away with the back of her hand. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s wait and see.” She got up, helping Kwannon to her feet as well. They stood over him, Betsy’s arm around Kwannon and Kwannon’s arm around Betsy.

Kwannon finished the thought. “I’d suggest you keep your schedule open. If you want to make more mutants, you’ll have to fuck us again.”

“And you’d better bring your A-game. I think Kwannon and I are going to make one hell of a team.”

“Too right, sister.”

With their backs turned away, Kurt bamfed over to lie down on a nice, soft sofa rather than continue sitting on a hard, unforgiving stool. He let his body sag in relaxation, wondering how he would give the two voracious women the satisfaction they were challenging him for.

“I think perhaps this fuzzy blue elf might need a little blue pill,” he mused.