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What a grouch, Emma teeped to Jean. You’d think he’d want to celebrate his victory.

Jean noted that however put out Emma was, she still communicated telepathically to avoid waking Scott. Maybe it was a really nice wall he got knocked through.

They yanked his pants off his feet. Scott was left in nothing but his briefs. They still bulged with the beginnings of an erection.

Would you like to do the honors? Emma asked.

You don’t think maybe we should let him sleep for a while? Maybe an hour, at least?

If he wants to be in a relationship with us both, he owes us a chance to persuade him. It’s not like he’d be happy if we went off and fucked Gambit.

But maybe if we let him sleep, he’ll reward us. You know what good rewards Scott gives…

Emma shivered. Yes, well… if he promises something like that, fine. Then we’ve reached an understanding. But I’m not going to do what he says just because he says it. It’s not like he’s my—

Dom? Jean interrupted.

Emma scowled at her. If you want to let him sleep so badly, keep him under while I have my fun. It’s not like we need his higher brain functions in a pinch.

You’d really be satisfied with just a… Scott Summers dildo?

At this point? Yes. Besides, it seems so delightfully taboo now, doesn’t it?

You’re such a bitch.

And a slut, Jean. It’s what makes me so much fun.

Jean’s brow furrowed. Well… he did say as long as we didn’t wake him up…

She crawled up the bed to lie down next to Scott, casting her power into his head. He was still entering into REM sleep and she graciously sped him along on his descent, deadening his small knowledge of the outside world, brushing aside the niggling irritants of waking life that had burrowed into his subconscious, and bringing some happy memories up to the forefront of his awareness. And if they were mostly of her, mostly of sex—well, Scott was still getting his rest.

“You certainly have a way with men!” Emma giggled, pulling off his briefs herself.

“It was your idea!” Jean retorted, keeping her voice down even though, with her psychic interference, Scott wouldn’t wake up for a New Orleans brass band.

“Yes, yes. Now that we’re having our little team-ups, why should I go to the bother of seducing Scott?” Emma reasoned.

“You think you could?” Jean needled.

Emma was phlegmatic. “Maybe, maybe not. That’s the thing about Scott. I might be able to seduce him, but I can never manipulate him. The man’s very sure of himself—surer, now that he doesn’t have to choose between us two.”

Jean couldn’t help a grin. “Yes, the two of us having threesomes with him is doing wonders for his mental health.”

“You think it isn’t?”

“I think you really like being fucked.”

“And I like improving Scott’s life. Why do I have to pick one?”

“I’d pick improving his life,” Jean said simply.

Emma rolled her eyes. “If you don’t think him fucking you is improving his life, that sounds like a personal problem.”

“Of course I think… oh, never mind. Take your turn on him.”

“Oh, now that I have your permission,” Emma breathed, reaching out to take his cock in hand.

She held it gently at first, squeezing it lightly, feeling the hardness of it through the velveteen softness of the skin itself. Teasing herself with slowly processing the sensation of it in her hand. Then her fingers moved down his stiff length to caress his balls. They felt big and full, as Emma made sure to think ‘aloud’ for Jean’s benefit. She wondered how much cum Scott had to spurt into her cunt and she could feel similar thoughts going through Jean’s head.

“Don’t start panting, Jean dear.”

Jean’s lips quirked. Not trusting her voice, she teeped instead: Just get on with it.

“Eager for the show to begin, are we?” Emma laid her cheek against Scott’s upthrust erection, mewling as she felt its heat against her skin. “Mmm… so is he.”

Like a magician practicing sleight of hand, Emma took up all Jean’s attention with her worshipful devotion to Scott’s prick. Laying small kisses along the girthy shaft, slowly surmounting its upright length, then moistly parting her lips to slip them over his glans. And while Jean was distracted, she reached down into her panties to touch herself. Emma would’ve moaned at the feeling of it, if she didn’t close her lips around Scott’s burgeoning cockhead at that moment.

Despite her chilly poker face—her insistence that this was all a game, all simply the White Queen getting her rightful due—she was so turned on she might’ve screamed if she was denied a moment longer. She still craved Scott holding her down and fucking her into ecstasy like she didn’t have a choice in the matter… like the only decision she had to make was admitting she was his bitch or simply screaming in orgasmic enjoyment… but even without that masterful handling of her body, Emma still found ways to entertain herself.

She was used to feeling lustful—cultivating it, letting it wash over her, expressing it without reservation. Still, she knew there was something sublime about this occasion. It was her and Jean, raw, unfiltered, without Scott there, really, to act as a buffer. So part of it was the nonstop fascination coming from Jean’s end of whatever they had. Part of it was the feel of Scott’s throbbing cock being stuffed into more and more of her throat. Part of it was the simple, unadorned anticipation of him fucking her, which he was sure to do once he remembered just how good she was.

Emma didn’t even care if he punished her, if he made her watch while he fucked Jean instead. That wasn’t real punishment, that was endorsement. Sin and satisfaction, all at once.

“Nibble it a little,” Jean said breathily, the voice of experience, even now caring to make sure Scott enjoyed himself. It was a surprisingly arousing combination—Scott the stoic top, giving away nothing, but Jean tended to his needs, made sure Emma did every little thing he wanted. And Emma tempting them both, making sure their perfect little relationship went out of whack enough to need punishment and catharsis and soothing.

“Don’t just gag yourself on it—let him have a bit of those sharp little teeth. Yes, you know Scott… always something of a masochist. Oh, Jesus…”

She pressed herself against Scott’s insensate body, rubbing herself against the living statue that was his naked form, feeling her own heat in the rush of warmth moving up from his crotch.

“God, that’s just… delightful. Suck it some more now, Emma. Shit, I just felt him shudder. You’re incredible. Oh fuck, I need a turn…”

Emma worked her stretched lips off of Scott’s fat cock, sucking her way off the tip so that his foreskin was drawn up almost all the way over his knob. As she pulled her face away, a trail of saliva linking her swollen lips to Scott’s manhood, Jean twisted around and crawled down the bed on all fours. Her bright little eyes were fixed on his cock as if already feeling it in her mouth, down her throat, slowly beginning the process of devouring it before her lips had even opened.

She bowed to it in a slow, graceful motion… working the foreskin down his shaft with her slender fingers. Her jaw fell slightly to see his fat purple cockhead. As experienced as she was with Scott’s naked body, a part of her would never be used to the reaction Emma elicited from him, how hard and ready she made him—a desperate frenzy to partake that Jean had never known before Emma infused Scott with it and turned him loose on her. Gave him a fever it took both of them to satiate. Jean had always loved cooling Scott down, but it took Emma to heat him up enough for both of them.

The White Queen lay between Scott’s open legs on her belly, her feet popped up and ankles crossed. She craned her neck to look at Jean past Scott’s awe-inspiring endowment, standing between their tinglingly close faces like a monument.

“Do you like watching me with him?”

Jean drove her soft lips up and down the length of Scott’s cock. It was so hard it was quivering. Emma lowered her head between his thighs, licking at his balls, driving him even more wildly—Jean could feel the throbbing of his prick in her mouth get more intense. She popped her lips briefly off of his tip.

“What does that have to do with—“

“I like watching you.”

Emma held herself up, leaned in, her lovely breasts nestling around Scott’s manhood. Jean’s eyes widened perceptibly, impressed by her gorgeous tits—huge as something out of Penthouse and Playboy, high and firm and seeming natural despite their plump size and Emma’s admitted surgery. Just like with Scott’s massive prick, she’d never get used to how much there was.

“Emma…” Jean breathed.

Emma planted her elbows to either side of Scott’s waist, and when she brought her hands in to cradle her chin, her forearms pressed her breasts together, smothering all but Scott’s cockhead in their soft warmth. “Maybe instead of trying so hard to include him, we should take advantage of being on our own. After all, he was the one who set the team line-ups… he’s the one who wants to get his beauty sleep…”

Emma’s body heat seethed into Scott’s erection. It grew further, the foreskin pulling back from the mushroom-shaped head. Jean found herself leaning in, kissing his glans, then licking around his collar. She was very sensitive, very alert, adrenaline racing through her… aroused like this was life or death… she could hear Emma’s heart racing too, see those gorgeous tits jiggling with the reverberations running through Scott’s maleness. Scott’s hips unthinkingly rolled upward. His hard cock slid between Emma’s breasts to caress Jean’s parted lips.

“Then again, that cock is soooo tempting, isn’t it?” Emma grinned. “Do you like the thought of him coming for both of us? His seed going all over your body and mine? It’s more exciting when it’s the two of us, isn’t it? Having him all to myself—it’s just not as fun as sharing. And I’m usually quite greedy. Maybe I just want a sweet little redhead, even though I’ve already got a great big cock to play with.”

Jean was shocked by how lewd she felt. Emma’s entreaties, her leading questions, they were filling her with lust. She wanted to touch herself. She wanted to service Scott. She wanted Emma, even—not as some kind of package deal with Scott, but for herself, maybe as much as she wanted him. It scared her. It thrilled her. Her mind was blank and she kept it blank, not answering Emma, giving into her lascivious feelings instead.

She leaned toward Emma. The blonde’s smiling lips broke, parting to let in Jean’s kiss. But Jean didn’t give it to her, didn’t let herself give it to her. She lowered her face down into Emma’s cleavage, her mouth open as wide as possible. Her lips slipped over Scott’s cockhead where it emerged from between Emma’s breasts. Emma pressed herself down on Scott’s groin, her breasts flattening against his loins, leaving so much of his cock for Jean to take in.

She gave herself as much of it as she could, not stopping until his cockhead hit the back of her throat. Then Jean sucked, rubbing her face in Emma’s tits, Scott’s prick in her mouth, feeling like she was the center of an orgy. She felt Emma’s hands pet her red hair and loved the feeling. They were fucking Scott together. Emma and Scott were both fucking her. And she wanted to fuck Emma, fuck Emma right alongside Scott…

“Let’s make a deal,” Emma cooed in her ear. “You get his prick… I get your pussy.”