Queen of Two Courts 4 (Patreon)

She felt a bright pulse of arousal and pleasure coming from Scott’s loving thoughts. He was enjoying doing this to her. Scott was pleased—endlessly satisfied—by hearing her say his name with her voice full of desire and passion.

Pulling up the covers, she looked down to see Scott’s blazing red tongue working at her clit. Its tip lashed and tickled and tantalized her sensitive little bud. His tongue gleamed over her clit and it moved with his licks, flashing with its own wetness, while Emma felt her whole body flushing pinkly with all she felt. Of all her sexual escapades, all her kinky performances, she’d never felt anything like how ardently Scott was trying to please her.

Her clit was so sensitive that the lightest, most fluttering movements of his slick tongue felt impossibly good. Emma relaxed into the feeling of being worshiped, being adored, her long legs falling open as wide as possible, her cunt swollen and hot and his. She loved having it be his project, feeling like Scott was obsessed with delivering every last bit of pleasure she could get from his tongue.

Scott tongued her clit faster and faster, making Emma pant and moan. She’d always enjoyed being tongue-fucked, sitting on a man’s face, making him serve her pleasure while taking none of his own—it was the ultimate dominance, an aphrodisiac all on its own. But it was nothing like the ecstasy of having a man lick and tongue the sensitive joys of her clitoris because he got off on it. It gave her the most delicious high she’d ever experienced.

“Ohhhhhh!” Emma sighed. “Ohh YES!”

Scott chuckled without taking his mouth away from her slit and then pressed his lips right up against her hot button. It went into his mouth and he sucked it, trapped between his lips and against the tip of her tongue. He stimulated every last molecule of her stiff clit.

“GGGHHHHH!” Emma wailed.

She felt like she was floating into the air as the stunning sensation hit her. This was by far the best sex she’d ever had, too good for her to prolong it, though she wanted this fuck to go on forever. Her control failed her. She came, not even caring that she’d given into Scott’s mastery over her—her pussy gushed out enough cream to soak Scott’s chin. Emma pumped her crotch upward, feeding Scott her eager little clit.

“Yes, yes, YESSS!” she keened. “Oh God, that feels so NICE!”

Emma was actually a little embarrassed by how unabashedly she’d come, but what kind of libertine would she be if she didn’t respond to the hottest, wildest sensation of her sexual career? She simply had to surrender herself to the dizzying convulsions going on inside her body, brought out by Scott’s skilled, loving treatment of her womanhood. What else could she do?

“Oh GOD, ohhhhhh!” Emma gasped, still coming, her body rocking violently, her cunt erupting juices like an active volcano.

Scott seemed to relish being hit by the stinging lashes of her ejaculations. Her cream dripped from his face as he let go of her clit to lap up her juicy wetness, noisily feasting on it as if he were starved for everything that came out of her trembling honeypot. Then he lifted his wet face, smiling at her as he wiped his jaw with the back of his hand.

“I’d say you’re feeling better,” he chuckled.

“Y-yes.” Emma panted for breath. “You… you really did that to me. I can’t believe it—you made me feel that way—I couldn’t stop coming!”

“It wasn’t too much for you, was it?” Scott asked, teasingly solicitous. “I know there’s only so much you can take, but when a guy like me meets a girl who’s multiorgasmic like you… well, it seems a shame not to take full advantage of the possibilities.”

Emma reddened, suddenly feeling embarrassed—dizzyingly, pleasurably embarrassed. She’d really come like crazy for him. And she’d always called herself a slut, but Scott had treated her like—not something dirty—but as if it were wonderful, how aroused she could get, how much she could come, how much she enjoyed it.

Like it was a challenge to him… an exhilarating challenge… to fully satisfy all the urges that she’d… she’d never been ashamed of them, but in a way, she’d disavowed them. Acting like she had to be such a kinky bitch to enjoy sex the way she did. But Scott acted as though all her urges were totally normal. Even a good thing.

Something he loved about her.

Emma couldn’t help but shiver in gleeful anticipation, even when all Scott did was lower his face to her steamy sex and take a deep sniff of how turned on he’d made her.

“I think I’ll have seconds.”

This time he left her clit alone, thankfully—it was too tender now to give her any pleasure without an extreme in pain. Instead, he ran his tongue into her creamy folds, wiggling his tongue just inside of her, then sliding it along the scalloped lips of her opening.

It felt fantastic; Emma’s wetness welled up as the sensation mounted, giving Scott plenty to lap up. Soon, she felt his tongue inching inside of her, rolling along on the juices that kept pouring out of Emma with her pulsing delight.

“NNNNHH!” Emma crooned. “Yes, yes, I want your tongue IN ME!”

All her self-control was gone, just vibrant need left. She threw her slender legs around Scott’s head, locked them in place, and pulled his face even more forcefully against her boiling slit. Scott didn’t seem to care. He kept pushing his tongue inside her until she had all of it in her throbbing slit. Emma writhed blissfully around her penetration, her sex feeling decadently full.

Then Scott moved his tongue inside her, jerking it up and down as though he were fucking her with a cock that could go sideways. Emma was maddened with enjoyment, her juices running thickly out of her, her voice hoarse when she cried out.

“Yes, yes, I wanna be fucked by your tongue!” she babbled. “Oh shit, yes, make me come right in your mouth!”

It didn’t take long for Scott to do exactly that. Emma had never felt anything in her life like his clever, supple tongue moving around in her sensitive little pussy. In just seconds she was howling out her climax, her heated inner muscles gripping and squeezing the source of all her pleasure.

“AHHHHH!”

Scott was held tightly until her climax was finally over and Emma let her legs fall from their stranglehold. Scott lifted his head up and proudly surveyed her blissful satiation. Emma practically climaxed again, a sprig more of her cream coming out with Scott watching her, leering happily at his work. She was so glad to have pleased Scott with how hard she’d come for him.

“You came for me like a real good girl just now,” he said, wiping her wetness from his flushed face. He used his left hand, not the hand he’d used before, and Emma moaned aloud at the thought that she was slowly marking him—anointing his chin and hands and whatever else she could with traces of the orgasms he gave her. “Tell me, you still feel like a whore after all that?”

“Only in the best possible way,” Emma cooed. “And only in this bed. Everywhere else, I’m a noble little X-Person. But here… with you… mmmmm.”

Scott got out from between her legs and kissed her; he’d left just enough of her juices on his mouth for her to taste. Then he lay down beside Emma, his stiff erection wagging upward. The purple cockhead dribbled down white droplets of precum, showing up like pearls on his hugely swollen length, tracing the big blue veins standing out from the reddened flesh.

“Are you going to do something about that or shall I?” Emma asked, licking her lips.

“I thought you might be feeling a bit too vulnerable to want any more playtime,” Scott said. “So maybe I’ll just take a cold shower.”

“The hell you will,” Emma leered. “I gave you that hard-on and, darling, I will be the one to take it away.”

Emma didn’t feel any misgivings about how she’d let Scott dominate her—if that were the word for such a beautiful feeling—but she was determined to be equally giving, to be as slutty in pleasuring Scott as she’d been when it had been her on the receiving end.

She was a glutton when it came to sex, most assuredly, but she gave as good as she got. Not one man would leave her bed unsatisfied and if they did, it would certainly not be Scott Summers.

Thrusting herself up into the air, Emma took a moment to preen—casting her head back, sending her golden hair in a flowing cascade down her naked back, and running both hands through it to give an sensual luster to her voluminous hair, which otherwise might’ve been lost in the showcase of the rest of her perfect, flaunt-worthy body.

Emma let a shudder roll through her—not faked, though it jiggled her succulent breasts and quivered her lips in the most picturesque way. She moaned while she took in the sight of Scott splayed before her, his naked body spread across the bed for her to play on, his cock jutting up in readiness for her.

“Then again, I’m still feeling the aftershocks of all you did to my poor clit. Perhaps I should take a breather… get a cold glass of water…”

Scott didn’t give her any flirty teasing in response. He merely crooked his finger at her and Emma knew she would obey, or give in, or take advantage—whatever she was doing here.

Emma bent over his muscular body, eying that chiseled physique of his all the way down, until the fat purple tip of his cock was in her face. She fisted the girthy shaft and pumped it, bringing a fresh dollop of precum out of his glanshole. The musky scent twinged her nostrils.

Emma sighed all the way up until her hot wet lips were on his knob, kissing and mouthing it, showing Scott that he wasn’t the only one who knew how to get the most out of the opposite sex’s anatomy.

Scott rewarded her with some pleasingly crude praise: “Yeah, Emma, that’s it. Suck my cock, woman.”

Emma popped an eyelid. She was more than a little used to being called a bitch or a whore at a time like this, and Scott didn’t seem the type to refer to one of his conquests so crassly. But then she realized, that’s what she was. His woman. Not a slut or a cunt… not just that… but his woman. The same way he was her man.

It was a pleasure to bob her magnificent yellow mane up and down on his lap, sucking his swollen length until her throat gurgled around it. Scott lay back with a horny grin, enjoying the sight of her performance as much as the feel of it. And Emma enjoyed tasting his hot, salty precum on her tongue. She gulped down every delicious drop as soon as possible, though, so it wouldn’t distract her from the luscious feel of his prick throbbing in her mouth.

Scott let her go on suckling him for minutes on end, but all he fed her was more of his precum. Emma had to admire his stamina. Most men would’ve surrendered to the urge to come long ago. As a telepath, Emma knew how overwhelming that need was, but Scott didn’t give in and Emma didn’t try to make him.

Even if he had technically outperformed her by getting her to come before. It didn’t seem to matter somehow. There was so much pleasure to be had by letting him satisfy her and her sate him. Who cared if her body was more enthralled to him or vice versa? It just felt so good.

But it could be even better.