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She nearly pulled Scott’s cock off, stroking it back to its full stiffness, then licking it, nibbling at it like it was the only food on Earth and she’d starved for a week. Scott put his hands on Emma’s head and found that, for once, she was immediately receptive to the dominating hold on her skull. She looked up at him expectantly as he began to work her face up and down on his prick—the look in her eyes was hotter than a firecracker on the Fourth of July.

As Dhalua writhed and thrust herself into as much loving as Jean’s mouth would give her, Jean did her best to satisfy the lascivious woman. It did a hell of a lot to make her feel better about her own sexuality after how Scott had cuckolded her. But more than that—she couldn’t deny the thrill she felt, lapping and swallowing at the apex of Dhalua’s thighs. She sucked at the juices her own tongue compelled from Dhalua’s slit, drinking them down like a fine wine.

“That’s it, girl,” Dhalua said to her. “You take to pleasing a woman like you were born for it. Keep doing it. Oh, I feel myself getting so hot… every moment with your tongue licking and twisting inside my slot… it feels like I’m being fucked! It feels like I’m being reamed by a cock! Oh, Jean! Lick my clit now. Make it feel as good as you can! Take it between your teeth and bite it, feel how nice and hard it is in your mouth! Mmmmm… that’s what you do with your tongue and a woman’s cunt…”

And Jean felt Dhalua’s lips, coating her labia like a layer of arousal. Tongue slipping inside her cunt like Jean’s dripping wetness in reverse. Like she was showing Jean exactly how good it felt, what the redhead was doing to her.

Jean arched her hips and spread her legs as far apart as her bonds would let her. She felt Dhalua sucking away at her lips, tasting them to the fullest, until Jean’s senses screamed with desire. Passion charged the folds of her pussy like electricity, making her juices flow as abundantly as Dhalua’s were gracing her own mouth.

Dhalua kept devouring Jean’s sex like her hunger for it was insatiable and while she did, she reached down and freed Jean’s ankles. It felt glorious to Jean that she could move her legs again, but with the pleasure rollicking through her body, she had nothing to do with her freedom but wrap her thighs around Dhalua’s head. Tightening the corded muscles on Dhalua to ensure she kept licking where she was licking.

Dhalua pulled away just long enough to get to Jean’s wrists; she unstrapped her, then immediately went back to eating her pussy. Jean felt as exhilarated as if she’d just been let out of prison, yet she still did nothing to try and remove herself from the situation she’d just been literally locked into. She flexed her arms, then immediately went to stroking Dhalua’s body, hands roaming down her supple back and sampling the smoothness of her dark skin.

Jean pressed Dhalua’s head down against her groin, trying even harder to be sure that Dhalua kept up her oral ministrations. But Dhalua did stop, wrenching herself out of Jean’s grip. The redhead was about to resort to her telekinesis when Dhalua reversed herself, lying down in the opposite direction as Jean was in, so that her cunt was presented to Jean’s mouth while she busied herself with Jean’s sex.

The possibilities were so obvious, so evident that Jean didn’t even seem to make a choice. She just gave in to the need that sweltered in her at such a blunt opportunity. She pressed her mouth to Dhalua’s slit and licked away at the dark ivy decorating her dripping labia.

Jean wouldn’t say it felt naughty to be licking and sucking another woman’s cunt, or taboo. She had no reservations about the deed, she’d just been with Scott so long that anything but cock—Scott’s cock in particular—she was unfamiliar with. But she had nothing against the idea.

Yet somehow it felt charged to be doing this to Dhalua. That other, hungry mouth—could Jean be devouring the black woman with anywhere near the desire she had for Jean?—drove Jean into such feverish passion that she would have done anything to keep Dhalua where she was, doing what she was doing.

The feeling of her tongue plunging into Dhalua’s slit was like nothing Jean had ever done before. And the sensation of Dhalua’s tongue in her—the telepath was still not used to it. It reminded her of a man’s prick while being nothing like it. She enjoyed the newness alongside the familiarity. Stiffening her own tongue, Jean tried to do to Dhalua what Dhalua was doing between her legs.

She forced her tongue harshly into Dhalua’s hot snatch. Dhalua’s labia clenched and undulated, springing to attention at every lash of Jean’s tongue, to pull its pleasure deeper into Dhalua’s hungry opening. Jean buried her lips in Dhalua’s kinky hair and lapped up the leaking juices and pulled on Dhalua’s hips to get more of the feel of that gorgeous woman’s flesh against her face.

It felt wonderful to lick and drink at Dhalua’s sex while all her pleasure was mirrored at her own core, like she was somehow tonguing herself only Dhalua’s body was thrillingly new and unexpected, touching her in ways Jean knew she never could’ve touched herself.

Jean allowed her fingers to wander Dhalua’s fine body, exploring all she could touch of Dhalua’s richly sculpted figure. She ran her fingers down Dhalua’s flanks, feeling how even her ribs felt spectacular, than the swell of her hips… she pulled Dhalua’s buttocks apart, stroked the tender skin curving between them. Finally pressed a fingertip against her puckered asshole. Dhalua responded with increasing passion, the pleasure Jean felt from her encouraging the mutant to push her finger past Dhalua’s anus and into her passage.

If Dhalua had any misgivings about being sodomized, they only went as far as wanting Jean to feel the same. She picked up the dildo that Jean had already felt inside her, still wet from her cunt, and pressed its damp tip into the valley of Jean’s ass.

Quickly she found Jean’s tight anus with it and forced the thick dildo into her protesting opening. Jean cried out in pain, but Dhalua parsed out ramming it in, taking it just slowly enough that the hurt had time to become a solid warmth, then a burning pain that strangely flared up with her heating arousal.

Jean hated how vehemently she responded, as if she were somehow beholden to the pleasure Dhalua herself felt. But whatever Dhalua was going through, Jean was powerless against the demands of her flesh. And with Dhalua wiggling her tongue in her pussy while pumping the dildo inside her ass, Jean rapidly approached orgasm.

She sped up her tongue’s servicing of Dhalua’s pussy—somehow their climaxes managed to arrive at the same time. Or at least, they were both tearing and clawing at each other’s bodies in such a frenzy that it was impossible to tell who was coming and who was merely bringing the other to orgasm.

Jean slashed her nails across Dhalua’s creamy buttocks, her toned thighs. She squeezed and pulled at her breasts and nipples, while at the same time, Dhalua pitched the dildo into her asshole so savagely that it verged on cruelness. Their rapture was spiked with sadism, blasting like lightning in their clits, demanding so much from their bodies that they both ended up dripping with sweat.

Finally, Dhalua fell in complete exhaustion to the pillow of Jean’s stomach. They both lay quiet, silenced by the pounding in their ears, blank thoughts muted in comparison to the deep heaving gasps that fed their aching lungs. After the satiation finally curdled into discomfort, Dhalua rolled off the table.

Jean kept lying there, not sure whether she was being subservient or actually independent in refusing to move in response to the black woman. They looked at each other, each waiting for someone else to make the first move of this new stalemate.

Dhalua spoke barely above a whisper. “You want to get back at Emma Frost for the disrespect she shows you, even as it pleasures you—do you not?”

Jean’s green eyes danced in the dim light of the room. “Yes.”

“Then let me show this Queen how to really fuck a man.”

Dhalua approached Scott, naked, her cunt glistening from how avidly Jean had licked it, and the voluptuous sway of her walk was instantly enough to pull Scott’s attention from Emma, even as her blue-lipsticked mouth danced up and down his lengthy shaft.

“Your cock,” Dhalua said, her eyes indicating the burgeoning tool bulging out Emma’s throat. “I want it in my mouth. I want to taste it.”

Emma gagged—the sound of Dhalua’s voice and the flavor of her words turned Scott on even more than being in Emma’s throat, gave her more than she’d bargained for. Just as Dhalua had known they would.

She pushed Scott so that he fell out of Emma’s mouth, clattering down to the ground on his back, and then she mounted him, catlike, straddling his calves so that his legs were held down. Dhalua’s full, supple body was taut and tingling as she took his manhood in her hand. Stroking it up and down as if to wipe Emma’s saliva from it.

“Now,” she said, humming with approval at how huge his member was to the touch. “I want to feel your prick all the way down my throat. And I want to taste your hot cum as it flows into me, filling my belly to the brim.” Her voice was soft and low and soothing to the point of being hypnotic, yet so intense that even Emma couldn’t bring herself to interrupt her.

Not for a moment, at least, and in that time Jean knelt down beside Emma and took her hand. Emma didn’t much care for hypocrisy, innately privileging her own reasons for actions over those she criticized, but she had learned to behave herself to a certain extent. Her lovers these days were very moral people, very strong-willed, and she could only toy with them so much before they got sick of being played with. It was frustrating, but it made it all the more satisfying when the White Queen managed to break them.