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Although she’d liked the look of Kurt’s bulge, Emma hadn’t realized just what a beautiful endowment he really had. The big shaft was marbled with pulsating veins, a deeper shade of blue than his hairless cerulean flesh. The whole imposing shaft was ripe with sexual energy—ready to receive pleasure and more than ready to give Emma satisfaction.

“I don’t mind sharing,” Emma said. “So long as it’s clear that what we’re sharing is the man I seduced.” She sprawled back onto the ground, her hand on Kurt’s prick to drag him down with her. “And when you come, you come inside me.”

She brought his cock between her long legs, drawing it up and up and up her thighs until its engorged head was against her drenched labia. It was all happening so fast that Kurt didn’t have time to react, couldn’t really work up the shock he knew he should be feeling.

Instead, he slid himself deep into Emma’s sex, heaving against her body with instinctual need. Emma let out a little gasp of delight as he plunged into her, his swollen length sliding deep into the sheath it demanded. If Emma wanted pleasure, he would give her all she could stand!

There was a hateful aggression to their coupling. Kurt had strong misgivings about Emma and her sinful past and her libertine ways, while Emma had to resent that with his blue fur and ever-moving tail, Kurt was always the center of attention no matter how Emma spruced herself up. Now Kurt’s ass tightened with rippling effort as he rammed into Emma, delighting her to an extent that was almost orgasmic with each and every lunge.

That was when Ororo reminded him she intended to be part of the festivities as well. “I know Emma won’t settle for any less than being spoiled rotten, but you needn’t go to any extremes for me. I know you’ll bring me off. That’s simply the kind of man you are.”

“Or rather devil,” Kurt corrected her, his tail twitching with restless arousal as he brought it up between Ororo’s legs. Still fucking his endowment to the hilt in Emma’s cunt, making her call out in pleasured laughter, he stirred his tail-tip up and down on the insides of Ororo’s thighs.

“Oh!” Emma gasped, circling between passionate moans and delighted titters as she was given the strenuous kind of fuck she always hoped for, no matter how undignified it was. “Oh fuck, that is devilish! Let’s—AHH!—let’s show Ororo what a match we really are! You hardly have any more inhibitions than I, do you, Kurt? People just expect you to be wicked—uunnhhh—while I look positively angelic!”

Kurt hardly thought he was anywhere near as depraved as Emma, but he was in no position to talk. Reaming in and out of her writhing sex, taking it as he’d done to women almost beyond count. All of them at least a little intrigued by his exotic looks. And Emma did look heavenly. All but the orgiastic look on her face would not be out of place on a stained glass window.

Not even the perversity of Ororo being there could slow him down as he rutted into Emma with growing fury. “Take it, angel! Ich will ficken!”

Emma lurched up, taking all his length and pumping herself against the flat planes of his groin just to feel the pleasing friction of his fur rub against her naked body.

At the same time, Ororo knelt down behind them, getting a perfect view of Kurt’s manhood sinking into Emma’s pussy. His bloated balls slapping hard against Emma’s toned yet fulsome buttocks, tireless exercise conditioning them to be just short of plump. For all her well-deserved reputation as a sensualist, perhaps the one thing that could motivate Emma to keep in such shape was her own vanity. She looked as superior as she clearly felt.

Ororo found herself growing wet, growing hot, her sex twitching insatiably at the spectacle. She leaned in to kiss and lick her way all along their tangled thighs.

“Nice of you to join us,” Emma’s voice played for blitheness, but it was still a hoarse whisper as she watched Ororo add her own innate eroticism to the sex.

She herself hunched up in quivering spasms, driving Kurt’s member all the way inside her cunt and undulating to massage it lusciously while it was in her. At the same time, Ororo lowered herself into the mix, her small pink tongue gathering the wetness from Kurt’s shaft and Emma’s splayed pussy.

Ororo was aware of what an awesome spectacle they were. Her clit swelled with absolute hardness at the thought of the picture they made. “You be nice too,” she purred, with a grin of self-directed amusement at the thought that she must be taking Kurt’s objectification to the absolute limit—talking into that muscular ass that always looked so delicious—so close to it that her lips brushed against the brisk fur that coated him ever there. “Go on. Join me.”

His tail slipped over Ororo’s arched hips, pushing apart her buttocks to get at her tight asshole. The weather witch groaned while the tip slipped inward, prodding into her anus. Bent far over and lapping at Kurt’s balls with the excitement she otherwise wouldn’t allow herself to express, Ororo let out a muffled gasp when his spade-shaped tip began easing into her asshole. Pushing her sphincter to all sides until she was wide enough to let him shove in relentlessly.

Ororo fought to keep from writhing as delight surged within her. She had to keep at her licking of Kurt and Emma’s linked groins or she’d become a twisting, mewling mess. Still, she pumped back on Kurt’s tail until her eyes crossed with how much of its whipping length was inside her. Then she started rolling her hips back and forth, perfectly matching the thrusts Kurt gave to Emma’s pulsing sex.

“Oh, that’s it!” Emma moaned, grabbing Kurt’s taut buttocks and spreading them apart as if to unencumber his tail and let it really attack Ororo—even while she pulled him deeper into herself. “Fuck me good and hard! Really let me have it! Yes, yesss! The White Queen gets what she wants!”

“As do goddesses, fraulein!” Kurt informed her, even as he indulged Emma.

If he had wanted to deny Emma, Ororo would’ve spoiled his intent. Her tongue urging him on with every lash against his full balls. He just had to slam into Emma, pumping her with frantic spasms that gave him a charge of pleasure each time. A charge that cracked his tail like a whip, making it jump inside Ororo. Pleasing her with harsh licks of ecstasy.

Ororo let out a wail of sheer joy as she lowered her head to get at Emma’s perfect ass. Jabbing her tongue between the cheeks and deep inside of the other woman’s passage, making her fuck Kurt even more frenziedly. Just as Kurt was fucking her and Ororo.

The blonde felt Kurt’s big, heavy balls striking hard against her sweaty ass, the hairs of his blue body raking her clit. The ground shuddered with every moment they were joined together—not just them, but Ororo as well. She was being fucked by Kurt, helping Emma fuck Kurt. The three of them together giving each other pleasure that they never could’ve gotten as a duo.

All of a sudden Ororo was coming, her tongue out of Emma’s ass to let her mouth pant and sob in blissful release. But it was Emma who spoke in an undignified wail while Ororo merely let her eyes roll back in her head with an all-surpassing grin at her rapture.

“Oh, Kurt, don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop, you fluffy little thing! Keep giving me that cock until I’ve had my fill! Oh, you bastard, you should be giving me your tail too! Do you have any idea how hard you’re making Ororo come?”

Emma came as well, thrashing powerfully, seeming to attempt to defy Kurt even as he brought her to orgasm. His hands pinned down her wrists; his prehensile toes caught her at the ankles. And his cock kept pistoning into her, forcing her to the next jagged peak of her climax.

“Make it up to me! Make up to me for only fucking me in one of my holes! Oh, you blue bastard, do it to meeeee!”

Her words devolved into a gibbering scream as Kurt drove himself into her depths with a last crash of physicality, releasing his load where it could not help but pool inside her to the point of bulging out her stomach, flat as a ruler most days.

The three of them were a heaving pile of flesh, Emma bouncing off the ground to take Kurt’s ejaculation and Ororo drilling herself back for every inch of tail that would fit inside her. Until, finally, they were done—haphazardly strewn into one continuous caress of skin and fur.

Ororo and Emma both delighted in the feel of Kurt’s naked body, pelt dark and glossy with both his sweat and their own. Kurt wrapped his arms around the two women, equally delighted by the softness of their skin, no matter it’s color. His feet stroked the delicate sculpting of their intermingled calves. And his tail wandered up from between his legs and sampled all over their satiated bodies. Goosing the lush curves of their physiques with little snaps of its spade-shaped tip.

The pair cooed enjoyably. As much as Emma was used to far rougher fare—and Ororo was hardly one for bondage at all—there was no denying the simple pleasures of knowing they had truly gotten into mischief with the X-Men’s resident elf.

“I think we should keep this usage of the Danger Room extraordinarily private,” Ororo said, happily exploring Kurt’s tapering ear with her lips. “The Bright Lady alone knows how many would wish to join if they knew where it all could lead.”

“Speak for yourself,” Emma said, herself gnawing at the tip of Kurt’s pointed ear with a sybarite’s love of novelty. “There are no secrets between Scott and I. But don’t worry. The man’s not happy without a challenge. And he’ll be hard-pressed to outdo you, dear Kurt—the poor man just doesn’t have a tail.”

Kurt gulped. Knowing Scott, their fearless leader would hardly let that stop him.

He wondered, too, how Scott would get back at Emma for her cynical manipulation of their open relationship. Seeing how heedlessly Emma allowed her skin to press up against Ororo’s, in their mutual appreciation of his lavish pelt, he thought that Scott might soon be turning the tables on his oh-so-roué sweetheart. In a way Emma would no doubt love.

But such things were of no concern to Kurt. He took life as it came. When all the twists and turns of destiny dropped an indulgence like this in his lap, he took it to the fullest. When it was over, he let it go without regret.

As Emma and Ororo continued to pet him, he felt a certain stirring in his crotch. Despite his devilish looks, he was as vulnerable to having his hair played with as the next man.

And with two lieblings like this, he doubted he’d have to let go for quite some time.