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Ororo was there the next time Kurt reserved the Danger Room. Again, her luscious body tested his self-control. Now Kurt was used to her appearance, but that did little to prepare him for it. Once more, he had to exercise ferocious discipline to control his body’s desire to simply gorge on her. Drink in all he could of her stellar appearance the way a man dying of thirst would quaff water.

“I see we still have a ways to go to make you a stoic,” Ororo observed, not unkindly.

Kurt could only nod, then shake his head. “There are some things,” he said, “one hopes never to be immune to.”

The door opened. Emma stood there. She didn’t wear her usual quasi-lingerie, but an all-white business suit. Stylish, cut to suit her voluptuous figure, but hardly fetishistic.

Except for the way she wore it. Emma was a statuesque woman, but her supermodel height barely off-set her enormous breasts. She was one of the best-built girls at Xavier’s. Her breasts were of surgical precision rather than nature, not that it was an easy task to tell. They were firm, but still soft, with fat pink nipples that Kurt could see through her blouse—but only when the lapels of her suit jacket particularly shifted.

Even with her curvaceous form cloaked in the ostensibly masculine ensemble, it was patently obvious she had a small waist, a delicate bone structure, long legs, and an ass plush enough to correspond to her heaving chest.

And lastly, Emma had a simply beautiful face. Like a movie starlet in black and white, with her first few pictures only just under her belt. Her thick golden hair flowed to the small of her back, dancing bouncily as she walked. Hardly the jiggle she usually displayed, but it gave a verve to her sashaying walk, a tantalizing tease. The way she held herself, how she moved—it wasn’t poetry in motion, as Ororo possessed. What it was was pure sex.

Every movement, even her breathing, carried an implicit boast and an inherent challenge. She was the best of women. Confident and even cocky in that. Brazen enough to put it on display, putting out a call that she dared a suitable man to answer. Did he think he was worthy of all she had to offer? Could he satisfy a woman who accepted only the best, from herself as well as everything in her life? Was he man enough to be her man?

Kurt just had to respond. Rather, his body responded while he was stunned speechless—concussed anew with every striding strut she took towards him.

Ororo could not help looking the way she did. Her Barsoomian attire showcased that, nothing else. But Emma, even when cloaked in elegance rather than her usual sensuality, projected an aura of sex that rivaled Ororo’s. Ororo, even in staggeringly little clothes, was an oil painting by a master. And Emma, even suited from neck to toe, was a lap dance.

“What are you doing here?” Ororo asked Emma, hardly immune to the display the blonde put on, but not put off her game. She was simply too regal to be left slack-jawed the way Kurt was.

“Proving a point, weather witch,” Emma said. “You think I’m a distraction because I don’t wear a lot of clothes into battle—less to stitch up after I’ve taken a few hits. Well, I could be in some ghastly 2000s metallic thing like you wore… my sex appeal isn’t bare skin. It’s that I’m a world-class fuck and I don’t need to lay so much as a pinky on a man to prove it. Isn’t that right, dear Kurt?”

“Vas…?” Kurt asked bewilderedly.

Ororo crossed her arms. “I’m not competing with you, Emma.”

“Of course you are. Everyone is. And I’m going to win.”

Kurt’s tail was flicking supplely, like a cat’s. Lashing through the air again and again. Emma smiled at Kurt seductively, catching his tail in her hand and petting it as if to console him.

“Tell me, Kurt, what’s your preference? A training session with Ororo in her darling little outfit? Or would you rather come with me and really learn a thing or two?”

“Kurt, don’t embarrass yourself,” Ororo argued. “She’s just teasing you.”

“Oh, but I’m not,” Emma grinned. “You can tell just by looking at me. Even if I were wearing a burqa, you could still tell. Storm might be sexy, but I enjoy sex. I love it so much…” She reached out to Kurt, playfully winding a lock of his hair around her forefinger. “I just might try it with one of my groupies.”

“He’s not your groupie,” Ororo said severely.

“Oh yes he is,” Emma beamed, seeing the effect she was having on Kurt. “I’ll make him one.”

Then she put her hand on the bulge his erection made through his loincloth, rubbing it lewdly. Kurt’s eyelids flickered. His tail jerked around in Emma’s other fist as he watched the most desirable woman the X-Men had to offer working on his cock.

“Emma, what are you doing?” Ororo asked—speaking for Kurt, if he weren’t too far gone to care.

“I’m giving him a hard-on,” Emma answered in a husky purr. “Kurt, why don’t you let me give you a nice blowjob? That’ll take care of this big hard cock of yours. I wouldn’t want to leave you with a thing like that. I’m no tease.”

Kurt gaped at her as, expertly, she shucked him of his loincloth, leaving him in only his muscle-baring harness and his boots. Clothing that seemed more fetishistic than adventurous, under the circumstances.

“Only one?” Emma mewled, sounding disappointed. “Oh well. It’s not the number that counts, it’s what you do with it.”

Kneeling before him, Emma clicked her tongue in her open mouth as she wrapped her hand tightly around Kurt’s swollen length.

“And you can do an awful lot with all that big, stiff prick, can’t you? You can fill up my whole mouth and still fit into my throat, can’t you?”

“Gott im Himmel!” Kurt breathed—torn between his lust and the last traces of his reservations over doing this right in the Danger Room, in front of Ororo.

But then, if she really minded so much, Ororo wouldn’t be standing there watching… as still and as observant as a statue.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Emma said.

She sprawled out, laying her body comfortably against Kurt’s hairy legs, resting her cheek against his toned stomach. She was moaning at the musk of Kurt’s erection already, even as she took its engorged tip into her mouth.

***

His cock wasn’t as big as Scott’s, but it was still well-sized. Emma had to fully open her mouth to get his knob into her throat. She gurgled contentedly, tasting the salty heat of his cock and feeling it produce more deliciousness. Sweating musk into her mouth, leaking sparks of precum into her gullet. Soon, Emma knew, she would find out if Kurt’s cum was just as tasty as his meat.

***

“Bright Lady!” Ororo gasped under her breath at the sight, feeling her unclothed clit throb at the open air. She could only barely accept what she was seeing. She knew Emma was lascivious, but’d had no idea she herself could be swept along by the blonde’s sex drive!

Even as she watched in disbelief, Kurt grabbed double handfuls of Emma’s golden hair and thrust his hips, working his cock in and out of her mouth faster than she could pump her lips on him.

“Du bist 'ne Schlampe!” Kurt groaned. “Take it! That’s right! Make me come in my mouth so I’m sure you swallow all my cream… harder, you siren, harder!”

He started pistoning his big cock even faster into Emma’s maw, until Ororo thought she would choke. But Emma took all his erection and kept going, holding her lips tight to his prick as he withdrew like she wasn’t going to let him out, then sucking on his cockhead to make sure he’d thrust back in.

Ororo gave a small, needful pant and found herself resting her hand on Kurt’s shoulder—feeling some of the sexual charge that roved through him.

“Even with your cock in her mouth,” she heard herself say, “you haven’t forgotten about me, have you Kurt?”

His tail-tip traced across her bare calf.