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For a moment, it was as if Jean and Emma were linked. Like a floodgate had opened—a rush of intimate emotions as unencumbered as her soulful link with Scott. Like Jean’s impersonation of Emma, even in mockery, had temporarily made her a mirror image of the woman, and Scott’s arrival had shocked Jean into forgetting momentarily that she was a reflection. She loved Scott, and she had the sick feeling that Emma loved him too, with a match for her own boundless devotion and eternal respect.

“Get up,” Scott suddenly commanded her, harsh as a drill sergeant with a raw recruit.

“What?” Jean asked stupidly, before remembering where she was. She lay in a patch of bright sunlight streaming through the window, Emma’s hand splayed on her fluttering belly, her naked cunt trickling a tiny river of pleasure down the quivering crack of her ass.

She came up on her elbows and looked at Scott’s face. Her whole body began to tremble as she stared at him, feeling his hot gaze flick over her stiff nipples, seeing his cock rising higher with every pounding beat of his heart.

Gone was the timid boy who had tried to hide his hungry eying of her in class, show respect to her to the point of deference. She was showing her naked body to a man of raging lusts, his cock swollen up and out bigger than ever before. He jerked his T-shirt over his head and threw it at her like a challenge.

“I said get up, dammit!” he cried, reaching down to jerk Jean to her feet. He picked her up as though she were nothing and carried her over to the dresser, setting her down on it with a thump that demanded she stay put.

Then he returned to the bed, where Emma lay wearing his clothes, his sunglasses, her own dildo. He slapped the glasses from her face, barely missing her cheek, then ripped her shirt open. In another second the shreds of it flew through the air, followed by her torn bra. His strong hand closed on the waistband of her jeans.

“I want you completely naked,” he growled. Her pants were ripped away.

“What’s come over you, Scott?” Emma gasped, even as she obligingly took off the strap-on. “You’re so rough—you’ve never been so rough—“

“Yes I have and you’ve loved it,” he snapped. “You’re loving it now… easy to see how wet you are without all those clothes in the way.”

Jean found her voice. “She can’t have you! We agreed! I won and now you’re all mine.”

Scott looked at Emma, not bothering to ask for clarification, just accuracy.

Emma nodded, gathering her dignity as if it could cloth her. “The White Queen gave her word. I can’t be with you, only she can.”

“Then you’ll watch,” Scott said cavalierly, as if he didn’t care one way or another.

Jean opened her mouth to protest, but was silenced immediately by the force of Scott’s gaze. An optic blast would’ve been less severe. “Keep your ass on the edge of that dresser. Put your feet together. Lean back a little.” He smiled. “Yes. I should’ve tried this earlier. I know from field missions that you know how to follow orders…”

He stood staring at her naked body, his hands on his hips. His eyes traveled from her slim ankles, up her shaking legs, pausing to burn into the triangle of tight copper curls that covered her wet sex. Then his eyes moved over her taut belly to take in the round white hills of her cleavage, each one tipped with a blazing nipples crinkling up in shock and excitement.

“That’s how I like to see you. Stark naked. Leaning against your desk, the way Emma does when she teases me. This is what I’ve seen every time I undressed you in my head. And now, I’m going to do what I’ve been dreaming of doing. And Emma’s going to see what she’s been wanting to see.”

He walked slowly toward her, his eyes fastened to her cunt, his expression strained. Naked lust flushed his face a dark red.

“I’m going to fuck you, wife. Right there against your desk. In front of the competition, too, so she can see how much she has to worry about.”

He waved to Emma to come closer and watch him fuck her. Then, in two long strides he was upon Jean, lifting her legs, opening her wide, pushing her back over the edge of the dresser. He reached down with both hands and exposed the hot pink of the passage he was going to ram his cock into.

“You have a problem with me thinking about fucking Emma? You’ve been thinking about fucking Logan since before we were married, since before we were even engaged. So since you’re so interested, I’m gonna treat you like you seem to want. Fuck you like an animal. Breed you like a bitch in heat.”

Jean looked down at the thick, pulsing cock that was pressing against her sex. She saw waves of goosebumps march across her skin. His hands held her legs open wide, strong as a vise.

Her wild eyes swept over his powerful body. Every muscle in his strong frame was bunched up and tensed. She looked at his face and swallowed convulsively. His features were contorted with raging desire, tangible in the way he gripped her thighs with cruel strength. His rigid cock slipped deeper and deeper inside her.

Jean’s head was a whirl. She felt her body burn hot with need, with the Phoenix, and his hands held her down all the harder, nailing her shaking ass to the edge of the dresser as he hilted himself inside her.

“Scott!” she choked. “Scott! Scott!”

“Talk while you can,” he rasped. “Your mouth won’t be empty long. Keep those legs open so Emma can see my cock fucking your cunt. Open wider, dammit!”

His cock slammed into her with increasing force, raking the folds of her pussy. In spite of her shock, Jean felt herself responding to his crazed thrusting. Her mouth fell open, her lungs gasped for air. A pink haze seemed to fill the room as the steady wet noise his cock made inside her grew louder and louder.

She felt herself driving toward a violent climax. She had never been fucked so roughly—part of the appeal of Logan that sparked her imagination—and she was finding that the same perverse streak in her nature indulged in those fantasies was making her hips thrust back at every brutal stroke of Scott’s member. The sound of his manhood churning her juices into a froth filled her ears. She came with a suddenness that made her heart skip a beat, but he ignored the convulsive twitching inside her and grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs achingly wide.

Scott spread his feet, digging his toes into the carpet. His glazed eyes stared at the cock whipping in and out of Jean as if unable to believe it was his own. He saw her clit swell with frantically pulsing blood, but didn’t feel her nails digging into his ass. Didn’t hear her gasping for breath. He never paused when a second powerful orgasm made her body double up with much needed ecstasy.

Distantly, Jean heard Emma applauding.

Scott drove his cock to the hilt inside Jean’s sensitive pussy, first taking long slow strokes, then short swift ones. She was made to groan with reawakened passion for him, and thrust her cunt up hard to meet his driving prick.

Scott watched her beautiful face, so cold and judgmental of late, now screwing up in pleasure as he pushed slowly forward each time, sinking every inch of his huge, hard shaft into her.

“Ohhhh, ohh, honey,” she cooed, turning her face away and biting her lower lip. Then she looked back up at Scott, her eyes glassy with lust.

Her legs whipped around him. Her ankles locked behind his muscular back. “Oh God, I want your big cock so much! I’ve always wanted it! Give it to me! Fuck meee!”

She groaned, grabbing his ass, pulling him to her as she bucked to meet his thrusting cock. She gasped sharply every time he slammed himself into her, his balls slapping against her quivering cheeks.

“Oh shit, what a cock!” That was Emma, but Jean was thinking it. If it could be called thinking.

Their feverish bodies were covered with a fine sheen of sweat, making their naked flesh slide wetly over each other. He pushed his chest onto hers, the pressure on her breasts more exquisite than any careful caress, and kissed her passionately. His hands slipped down to grip her sweating ass as he continued fucking her with long, sure strokes. His hips were pistoning furiously in and out, pumping his cock into her hungry sex. He savored the wet, silky feel of her passage gripping his manhood. Scott knew she wasn’t that tight. She was clenching herself around his big, hard prick. She was demanding it with her tightness.

Over and over, she worked the muscles of her sex, making him groan with pleasure. Scott could feel her pussy throbbing more and more with each hot thrust. Until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Until she grabbed his face and pulled it down to hers, kissing him as hard as the rest of their mating.

“Say the words!” Emma called. “Say what it is you’re doing to her! She wants to hear it. You know she wants to hear you say it.”

Scott could see Jean’s eyes light up with the idea. He opened his mouth against hers: “Fucking you… I’m fucking you!”

She moaned and silenced him by thrusting her burning tongue into his mouth.

“Ohhh, yes, Scott, that’s what she wants to hear! Fuck her! Fuck that bitch!” Emma was masturbating now. Jean didn’t know if she didn’t care or if it was one of the things turning her on.

A powerful lust swept through Jean’s body, and she hated that it coincided with Emma fucking herself, Emma fucking herself to both of them. It churned deep in her cunt, swarmed in her heaving tits, even slammed uncontrollably into her tightening asshole. She wanted to come, yet she also wanted this sweet fuck with her husband to go on forever.

“You wonderful man,” she breathed, thrusting her body in perfect timing with his slamming prick. “God, Scott, you fuck so good!”

She razed her sharp nails across his muscular back, drawing blood, but his moan was only excitement. The dresser rattled under her with the steady pummeling and merging of their naked bodies. Scott leaned down and nuzzled at her firm breasts, never changing the wild fucking motion of his hips.

“Scoooott!” Jean cried, her eyes wide with pleasure and lust. Her tight walls clung hard to his throbbing shaft as he worked his prick in and out, giving her the fuck of a lifetime.

“Squeeze it, Black Queen!” Emma yelled. “Squeeze his prick, you lousy bitch!”

The obscene words turned Jean on all the more, and she shrieked with delight and desire. Hearing herself called the Black Queen while she was fucked made her hotter than she’d been in ages.

“Oh yes, Scott, it feels perfect! Fuck me perfect, Scott! Fuck me!”

“Yeah, I’ll fuck you alright! You wanna hear the words? I’m gonna fuck you blind, fuck you till you’re full of cum, fuck you till you’re choking on cum! I’m gonna fuck you like I fuck Emma!”

Jean shrieked as a gigantic orgasm shook her entire body. Scott’s vicious words had taken her right over the edge. “Commmmiiinng!” she squealed, beating on his back with her small fists.

“That’s it, Jean! I can feel you coming, you bitch! Come! Come!” Scott yelled, still thrusting in and out of her spasming sex.

Jean moved her ass back and forth, making wide circles with it as she kept time with his thrusting cock. He supported her body, lifting her upward so he could bite on the firm swells of her large, flushed tits. All the time he was plunging himself in and out of her cunt in a steady, relentless rhythm. With each thrust he licked and sucked her hard nipples, spreading raw shivers of lust through her trembling body.

“Oh shit, Scott, I can’t stand it! I’m gonna pass out! Shoot your load! Fill my pussy up! Please, Scott, please—come!”

But Scott just grinned wickedly and went on fucking her, a little faster than before, but still steadily, still deliberately, holding back from coming.

“You lousy bastard! You son of a bitch!” Jean cried. “Didn’t you hear me? Come!”

Scott released her ass and, reaching up toward her chest, he slapped her tits as hard as he could. Jean screamed in protest as they jiggled, reddening, her nipples stinging like bees. But her pussy clenched.

“Shut up,” he told her. “You don’t tell me what to do. I’ll come when I’ve had enough, not when you have.”

Jean sobbed in frustration, even as she was thrilled by her masterful treatment of her. He was taking charge. He was fucking her like Emma.

Scott jerked her away from the dresser, her ass suspended in mid-air, his hands clutching her trembling cheeks. He jammed her aching cunt down even tighter over his member as his eyes flickered to the mirror. He tilted her ass up and gazed at her puckered asshole.

“Oh yeah,” she heard him mutter. “That’s something else I do with Emma.”

He strode to the bed and dumped her flushed body next to Emma. His rigid cock snapped up in the air, dripping wet.

“On your hands and knees, Jean. You wanna be Xavier so bad, you can stop walking too.”

Something seemed to snap in Jean’s mind. The pink haze clouding her eyes grew even thicker. “Yes!” Was that Emma’s voice? “Yes, fuck my asshole, yes! I deserve it! A wife like me was meant to be ass-fucked! Do it now!”

She huddled up in a tiny balls, her knees on the edge of the mattress. She realized she was clenching her fists and wagging her ass at the trembling cock coming closer and closer to her anus.

“Fuck me, Scott. Hurt me,” Jean heard herself gasping. “Punish me with every inch of your cock.”

She felt him rubbing his cock against her open cunt. Then he smeared her juices up and down the crack of her ass. She groaned when she felt the pressure of his wide glans against her twitching hole. Gasped and bit her lip, trying desperately to relax her muscles so it wouldn’t hurt so much.

Jean groaned, her asshole stretching and stretching as Scott gripped her hips and pulled her to him. To his cock.

“You’re going to kill me with that thing,” she moaned.

“You’ll come back,” he replied blithely.

Her knees gave out under her. Jean sprawled on the bed. He followed her down, his pressure relentless. With a sudden snap of his hips, he hilted his rigidness in her ass and lay flat on her with all his weight. Emma leaned over her prostrate body and kissed Scott on the cheek.

His cock was deep inside her, twitching and jerking. Scott grunted and came back up to his knees, pulling her up with him. She felt his hands spreading her cheeks and his cock growing even harder as he watched it sliding in and out. No, as he watched her asshole get wider and wider.

His hands closed around her waist, pulling her forward and pulling her back, fucking her ass faster and faster.

Jean heard herself pleading, “Please come, please come, please come, please come!” She gritted her teeth. Her clenched fists beat against her pillow. Her hips met every bruising thrust of his prick, plunging into her bowels. Tears ran down her face. Emma licked away a few.

“I can’t take anymore! No more! Scott, Scott, oh God! Fuck Emma, not me, fuck Emma!”

Suddenly he stopped. Her eyes snapped open. She felt his fingers dig into her flesh. “Too tight… too damn tight.” His cock began to throb way up her ass. He groaned and fell forward, smashing her overheated body into the mattress. “Can’t hold it back.”

She whimpered and squirmed under him, thrusting her hips up and clamping down on his cock as he unloaded jet after jet of hot cum into her. She felt her nerves tighten like bowstrings, then there was a wild surge of relief as her own orgasm swept over her.

It moved with incredible force, leaving her breathless and panting hard. But still her body wanted more, wanted what she couldn’t. She thrust her ass back and forth wildly, savoring every facet of her satisfaction. She sobbed with joy as her climax continued to pound through her. Between her thighs, her cream mingled obscenely with the overflow from Scott’s ejaculation.

“Too much… just too much,” Jean moaned weakly, sinking forward into the yielding mattress.

Just before she passed out, she realized Scott’s cock was still shooting off inside her ass.

***

Jean was dreaming. Or maybe she was a dream. If she was a dream, she was the sound of things small and wet and slurping.

“It didn’t happen this way,” she realized with a flash of understanding, as bright as a lightning bolt. As a fire starting. “I didn’t fuck Emma, she didn’t fuck me. We didn’t fuck Scott. I went into her mind, I ripped it open to see what she’d done with Scott. Why couldn’t I do it this time?”

The sounds stopped for a moment. “Because I’m the Phoenix, darling,” Emma’s voice trilled. “Small world, isn’t it!”

The sucking started again. Emma was sucking Scott’s cock! Her cock! The very one she wanted inside her!

“You have that woman with you, don’t you, Scott? You do! I can hear her!”

Scott chuckled. “Not really. I’m the Phoenix. She’s the Phoenix. Just like you. One big happy family. Except for Illyana. She’s trying to rewrite the timeline in her favor, we’re trying to rewrite it in ours—oww, don’t suck so hard, Emma, you have nothing to prove…”

“Tell that bitch to leave my cock alone.”

Emma’s voice was syrupy sweet. “What was that, dear? Scott’s a little busy at the moment. Maybe you should try to reach him later. We’re dreadfully busy taking care of the timeline and there really isn’t time for this personal business. If Illyana gets the Phoenix fragments within Namor and Piotr, well… she isn’t old enough to drink yet. Would you trust her with omnipotence? Oh, darling, that feels so good—wait, let me hold it open for you. There… mmmm, fearless leader…”

Jean could hear Emma’s breathing becoming more rapid, the rustling sounds of cool bed sheets over hot flesh. “Now he’s fucking you, isn’t he?”

“That… mmmmm… that’s rather metaphysical, isn’t it?” Emma panted. “Do we really have corporeal bodies in the White Hot Room? If we do, then Scott’s cock is like an iron rod ramming into my pussy. If we don’t, then he’s not fucking me, fucking my sweet pussy, yes! Yes, yes, yes! Ooooo, you’re in so deep!”

Despite herself, Jean found herself fascinated by the steady slushing sounds she heard. Was that what it sounded like when Scott fucked the hell out of her?

“Scott!” she screamed. “I don’t care how dead I am! I’m coming over there! I’m going to show that plastic-titted twat how a real woman fucks! You hear me, Scott?”

She listened intently, but all she heard was the rustling of hot bodies, Emma’s little chirps of joy, her heels thudding against Scott’s strong back.

***

Jean opened her eyes slowly. Scott was lying next to her. Emma was nowhere in sight. All was well.

Then she heard it. Kissing. Slurping. Sucking.

Emma was at Scott’s waist, eagerly grasping his hard shaft in her hands. Smiling up at him as she slid his foreskin back and forth, her body supine between his legs. Her entire stance was elegantly artistic, her ass bared but not on display, her arms folded across her clavicle to hide her breasts beneath her body from all sides but left and right. Her legs were folded up at the knees, ankles in the air to slightly censor her buttocks with their criss-crossing shadow. She could’ve been posing for a painting, with her smile, the slight tilt of her head, the carefully careless tousle of her golden hair.

Except for how she leaned forward and lightly licked Scott’s cockhead.

“Christ, that feels good,” he moaned, leaning back against his pillow.

“And here I thought you didn’t like my wicked tongue,” Emma teased, swirling it around his engorged glans.

Scott’s legs twitched in excitement, eddying the sheets under his heels. “I don’t,” he teased right back. “In fact, if you keep it up… I might have to gag you.”

Jean couldn’t believe it when she saw Emma open her mouth wide and slide her lips over the big cock. She was actually somehow fascinated by the sight of that hard cock effortlessly slithering in and out of Emma’s lips.

In her lover’s knowledge of Emma, Jean realized how different they truly were. Not in morals—they both held themselves above those, considered themselves as far apart from ethical considerations, at a natural place high up on the food chain that obliged them to superior status.

Indeed, Emma considered herself to have earned her position as White Queen, while Jean had won the lottery in becoming the Phoenix. (Jean wondered, idly, if Emma were experiencing a similar awareness of her, learning what a curse such power could be.)

No, the real difference was in how they burned. While Jean ran so hot that it was out of control, a forest fire that had to burn itself out, Emma’s was a cold fire, the stinging chill of Arctic pristineness. Her sensuality was as tightly controlled as Jean’s power, held at the high remove of Emma’s intellect, alternately employed or indulged, but never allowed to run free. She was no slut, as Jean had thought her in so many words. Her decadences were carefully chosen, her seductions as precisely selected as a mountaineer considering their next climb.

She was drawn to Scott because he, too, kept his power and passion carefully reined in. Only he did not indulge it except under the most extreme circumstances, just as with Jean and the Phoenix. She almost wanted to free them, only her intentions were not so much noble as enlightened self-interest. She had the libertine’s obscene curiosity as to what they would look like, joining her in depravity.

Emma Frost wanted to teach them.

Letting the swollen cockhead out of her mouth, Emma vigorously licked the ridged underside of Scott’s prick.

“Jesus Christ,” he moaned as Emma licked his balls. Jean could see the crinkled skin glistening with saliva.

Despite everything, Jean felt small tremors of excitement rippling through her. She strained her ears to hear Emma’s sucking and slurping.

“Now, my love,” Emma whispered as she lowered her mouth inexorably to Scott’s hard-on, “I’m going to finish what Jean started.”

“Suck me good, Frost,” he gasped, bracing his hands against the headboard. “Suck me like she would.”

Emma’s head bobbed over the glistening shaft, taking it deeper into her mouth with every frantic lurch. Her hair was flying in vibrant bounces around her face as her mouth slid faster and faster over his wet cock.

“Good God,” Scott groaned, thrusting himself up to supply the mouthfuls that Emma was endlessly hungry for. “I’m almost there, your highness—almost there!”

“Don’t hold back,” she squealed between slurps. “Fill me up. Fill me gooood.”

“Suck, damn you, suck!” Scott gasped, grabbing her hair to pump her up and down over his cock. Jean thought that he would never be so rough with her. Yet he had been.

He could be.

“Fill my throat, my belly—“ Emma kept on saying as she devoutly sucked his thrusting shaft.

When Scott gave a final lunge and his body began jerking against Emma’s face, Jean realized that he was shooting his load right down her throat. She knew for certain when she saw the thick, pearly cum dripping out the corner of Emma’s mouth.

White Queen indeed.

Jean vividly recalled the strangely pleasant taste of Scott’s cum—or maybe she just read it from Emma’s thoughts—and she wished that Scott’s stiff cock was spurting into her mouth. Watching the ecstasy on Emma’s face as she sucked the last drops from his member, Jean began rubbing her own wet cunt.

She could never remember having been so stimulated in her life… not before that night and how Scott had treated her. The sound of the big cock pumping in and out of Emma’s lips, the sight of the creamy cum barely escaping Emma’s greedy mouth… she was trembling, her fingers clawing at her sopping wet cunt.

“Did you like that, Scott?” Emma giggled as she crawled up the bed. She laid down on Scott’s other side, swallowing his last drop. “Is your girl a good cocksucker?”

“Yes. Both of them are,” Scott panted, sinking even further into the mattress as he shakily pulled the sheets over the three of them.

Emma wiped off her white-stained chin, then held her finger out to Jean. Just as Jean raised her head, Emma pulled her finger back, popping it into her mouth. She moaned as she sucked it clean.

“Don’t worry, Jean,” Scott said, putting his arm around her. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

“In both of us,” Emma needled. “Wonder where you’d rather get it…?”

“Wherever I can… White Queen.”

Jean let Emma have the obeisance, her smug wallowing in it. Tomorrow, she’d let Scott take first crack at her. And she felt sure that this time, it would be Emma begging for Jean to take over.

They just had to handle this goddamn Phoenix problem before someone had to send Kitty Pryde back in time.