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Jean did indeed look nothing like the Omega-level mutant she was, or at least, had been before discovering Kurt’s manhood. Her eyes were rolled up in her head, eyelids fluttering over glazed white, while her mouth was lolling open, her tongue hanging out, saliva dripping off it as if dislodged by Kurt’s potent thrusts into her body. It would be an embarrassing look for Jean, the look of an inveterate drinker or a stoner high as a kite, but the goofy grin plastered on her face was so sincere, so animated, that no woman could see it without feeling a sense of envy for the rapture she was quite clearly experiencing.

“Do it to me too,” Kitty purred into Kurt’s ear, her tongue entering it alongside her words. “Fuck my brains out. Make me come so hard that I’m yours forever. Or is that big dick the only way you can break a girl’s mind?”

Kurt grinned up at the heavens, happy his righteousness was being rewarded. He was sandwiched between two beautiful women, balls deep in one of them, while his tail slithered up the leg of the other. And since he couldn’t breed her with it, he would be using her in an entirely different way. While he made Jean a mother, he would make Kitty his anal bitch.

His spade-shaped tail poked into Kitty’s anus, claiming its tightness. Kitty felt like a balloon being blown up. Soon, she felt so full she thought she might burst.

“Oh, God, Kurt. There’s so much! You’ve giving me so much! Please—you’d better stop. It’s getting to be… oh fuck!”

But he kept going, the tip of his tail pushing into her, then the length following, Kitty’s lips quivering as she felt more and more of it be fed into her rectum. Then her eyelids flickered, as the feeling of discomfort acquired a distinct aftertaste of pleasure. Soon, her eyes were rolled back in her head just as Jean’s were, the two of them beyond lust as Kurt ravished them both in joined ecstasy.

Kitty was dimly aware of Jean, and she knew Jean could read her thoughts, so they were together in this taboo act, enjoying the soft feel of Kurt’s pelt on their naked skin and his ownership of their sexual rapture. Kurt twisted at the waist, to kiss lovingly both panting women, petting their lithe little bodies with his three-fingered hands. As lost as their minds were in the symphony of sensations they were enjoying in this threesome, they still felt it grow more intense, voices mewling and pleading as small orgasms began to flow through their sweat-soaked bodies. Not in ones or twos, but in a steady stream of fulfillment, one of them getting off, then the other, as if their very pleasure was begging Kurt for the seed he’d promised them.

And that was all Rogue could take, watching the two women sandwich Kurt between them like they couldn’t get enough of his fuzzy body, like they were addicted to being fucked by him and his damn tail.

“Oh, you’re just gonna fuck them all day, are you?” she asked, coming out of the hiding spot she’d been in ever since she’d first stumbled upon their fuck, hanging back and watching and growing increasingly aroused. She’d only wanted to know what Kurt looked like naked, but the more she saw, the more obvious it was that he was the answer to her sexual need as much as he was Kitty and Jean’s. “I guess you can just have any girl you want, whether or not they have boyfriends, but you don’t want the hottest chick in school? What were you doing all those times you took a gander at me, huh, just getting my hopes up for nothing?”

“Rogue, I—“ Kurt felt truly absurd. Here he was, already pleasuring two women at once, and now a third was demanding his attention. Truly, it never rained but it poured. Not that he wasn’t grateful; he just couldn’t see himself neglecting Kitty and Jean’s pleasure, even to satisfy Rogue as she so richly deserved. “I’m a little busy here!”

“Oh, think I can’t see that?” Rogue stripped off her mesh blouse. Usually, there was a weird cognitive dissonance at work, taking away from just how much of her body the crop top underneath really showed. Like the awareness of her deadly power and the slight tint of green made it easy to forget how much of her bare flesh was actually on display. But with her milky white skin gleaming to the air, there was no escaping it. Rogue was half-naked—wearing little more than a bra with her skirt and stockings. “You been calling yourself the Amazing Nightcrawler long enough, Kurt. Best show me how amazing you actually are—or should I take my shiny new inhibitor collar and try it out with someone else?”

Kitty and Jean pressed themselves tighter to Kurt’s furry body, pumping themselves on cock and tail, rubbing their bodies against his pelt in luscious enjoyment of all he had given them. They even kissed at his fuzzy neck and ran their fingers through his hair, giving Kurt an idea.

He flashed a grin with feral fangs. “I want you wearing nothing else but that collar, Rogue. Then I’ll teach you what these fair maidens already know!”