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Ororo was already at a fever pitch of excitement when her first orgasm hit her. She keened, then cried, then her voice descended in pitch until it was a howl.

One howl followed another. She jiggled, flinging beads of sweat off her skin as the climax shook her body. She felt like she was covered in flames… and she endured it for as long as she could. She might not’ve been able to take the heat, but it felt like she’d been freezing for years. She pulled away from Thor’s cock and collapsed, panting like a race horse.

Thor stayed on his knees. He bowed his head and kissed the curve of Ororo’s thick ass before coming off her, leaving her pussy splayed, but still the vivid pink he had made it—not painted by his cum.

He looked to Rogue, his cock aimed at her like a lance. He followed it over to her. Right next to Emma’s ongoing masturbation, Thor ushered Rogue to her knees. She took his cock into her mouth, sucking Ororo’s sweet juices from its stiffness, then groping his balls, all the while squeezing her thighs together to tend somewhat to the storm raging in her cunt.

“Are you going to—going to fu—fuck me? Thor?” Rogue asked, her mouth off his throbbing erection, but her lips still shaping little kisses onto its tip. She squeezed his dangling balls, so full of cum, giving her a heady sensation as she thought of receiving all that burgeoning energy. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. “Fuck me, Thor, please?”

“And where would you have yourself pleasured?”

“Oh, everywhere! In all my holes!”

“But where dost thou desire me most? Speak, wench!”

“In my cunt, Thor! I want you in my cunt!”

“And where else?”

Rogue simpered, her thighs tightly clenched together. “Don’t tease me… please don’t tease me, Thor! I want you so bad! I need you! I need to be fucked, please!”

“Would you have me on the floor, bending you to whatever end I desire, until tis no more sport to be had in thy well-worked body?”

“Oh, Thor, yes… anywhere… shit… please fuck me, I’m on fire, I need it… so bad… I saw how you made Ororo love it, I want that, please Thor, I want it inside me… I want to feel it going all the way in, please, I’ll do anything you want, just tell me… tell me what you want… how you want to fuck me, you can fuck me any way you want…”

She was pumping his cock with her closed fist, jerking it madly in one more bid to get him to fuck her. At times she’d interrupt herself, filling her mouth instead of talking, swallowing all she could of his massive erection. Then she was off it again, to plead with Thor for the high she knew she’d get from being fucked by him.

“Thor—please—Thor—please fuck me!”

Emma watched, heard, shocked to see how Thor had reduced Rogue to pure debauchery simply by tempting her—making her want to be on the receiving end of the same ecstatic rapture Ororo had enjoyed.

She’d never seen a woman dominated so thoroughly; a woman dominating herself, all in hopes of getting to be a man’s cock-sheath. It turned her on.

Her orgasm swelled inside her. Emma screamed aloud, her own voice shocking her. She had finally found an ecstasy she couldn’t withstand and with that blast of realization, blessed darkness swept over her like cool rain on a hot summer day.

Thor ignored her, sitting on the floor.

“Turn around, Rogue. Give me thy back and seat yourself on my raising.”

“Thank fuck! Yes, Thor, yessss!”

She straddled his standing cock, taking it in one hand, then lowering herself down. Trembling all the way, her full breasts heaving before her. Until she’d gotten the tip of his massive cock between her wet folds. Then she slipped down—a hitch of pain—it slid inside her, no, plunged deep into her burning hole.

It felt wonderful, immense, nothing at all like her fingers… only slightly reminiscent of any dildo or vibrator she’d ever felt. This was something new, something glorious! She rode it, hard, pumping her body vigorously, faster and faster, tits bouncing and quaking as she took more and more of him inside her sweltering cunt.

“You receive well my affection!”

“Yes, I love it—oh God, I fucking love it! It’s so good to have you inside me!”

“And better still to have more of me,” Thor quipped, setting his hands on Rogue’s svelte hips to guide her up and down. Not forcing too much into her but not letting her relent in being penetrated deeper and deeper.

“Ohhhhh, YES! More, yes, more!”

“Verily! Thy wonderful sheath hath found its sword!”

Each time she rode to the top of his towering prick, Rogue brought herself quickly back down its length, forcing herself to its hilt in her haste to have him back inside her. All of him surging into her juicy cunt.

“Oh God, Thor… oh God—OHHHHHH GAWDDD!”

Her breasts quivered and she clutched them in her hands, fondling their swollen tenderness. Moaning and whimpering and then crying out with each sheathing of his cock in the depths of her pussy.

“God, Thor, I’m—yessss—God help me—oh yes, Thor—I’m coming—I’M COMING! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, I’M COMMMMING—YESSSS, OH SHIT! SO GOOD! FUCK, SO FUCKING GOOD!”

The friction of her orgasmic, yet all but virgin cunt on Thor’s manhood was so intense that he could no longer resist its solicitation. He exploded within her, thick jets of white-hot semen crashing against her inner muscles like a tidal wave… his prick drenched with his own sticky cream as well as Rogue’s rampant arousal.

She kept fucking herself on his cock, though her eyes were vacant, her face slack, saliva collecting on her lower lip. Her mind was too overwhelmed to function, yet still Rogue pumped up and down for more of the sensation that had conquered her.

***

Emma awoke a short time later. She saw Rogue still on the ride she seemed powerless to disembark from, her jaw now fallen open, letting out an unending groan as her self-administered pleasure continued to ravage her.

“By Asgard’s golden gates!” Thor grunted, seeing Emma come to. “As one wench leaves us, another returns to the fold! And your folds I return to!”

She heard an energetic crackle and Mjolnir shifted, a stinging but never unpleasant pulsation tearing into her body and all but forcing her nerve endings to bliss.

“No!” Emma shrieked.

“Nay?” Thor asked. “You doth not enjoy the second most mighty of Thor’s weapons?”

Emma shook her head frantically, her eyes bulging from their sockets. “I want you!” she insisted, pouting through delighted tears. “Enough of the Southern Belle and enough of the weatherwoman! It’s my turn!”

Thor laughed. “You would have me have you, then?”

“Yes!” Emma gasped, her voice quivering.

Thor shifted Rogue off his lap, taking a modicum of care in making sure she didn’t land close enough to the still insensate Storm to inadvertently drain her powers, then he was standing before Emma, his power of flight helping him up, his rock-hard erection pointing right at her lips.

“Then be had!” Thor commanded, stabbing his cock between her lips and turning her words into a muffle. The girth of his shaft stretched her lips.

“UUUUNH!” she choked, flinching.

“As doth mighty Mjolnir, thou shalt come when I command!” Thor rumbled, holding his hand up with open palm—the gesture he made when calling his hammer to him.

It floated upward, every inch of its handle inside of Emma—she straddled it like a saddle, her legs dangling to either side of the shimmering metal, as Thor buried the entire slab of his manhood in her mouth.

Emma felt like she was going crazy—losing touch with the fine line that separated her usual genius from utter madness. How else to explain the ripples of pleasure that endlessly traversed her body?

But who cared when crazy felt this good?

She relaxed and felt his hammering prick glide between her tongue and palate, while another intrusion sung against her fluttering inner muscles. It was wonderful. Delicious. Incredible.

“Mmmmmm!” she moaned, locking her lips firmly around the base of Thor’s cock.

Her reaction seemed to amuse Thor. He put his free hand on the back of her head, holding it in place as his hips canted and rolled, sliding his cock down her throat and then almost out of it.

“Queen and X-Man you may be!” Thor panted. “But to the God of Thunder, thou shalt ever be but a holster!”

Emma’s body seemed to burst with a wild spasm of raw, unbridled delight. She began pumping her hips, fucking herself on Mjolnir, swallowing its length with her body the same way her mouth was hungrily gulping Thor’s manhood.

“MMMMPPPHH!” she gurgled, alive with sheer rapture.

As her climax took her, its convulsions occupying her whole body with endless release, she felt a fire in her sex. Emma froze, eyes rolling, nearly losing consciousness again. This time, though, the pleasure was too addictive. She was determined to get more of it.

Emma might be Thor’s cock-holster, but she would enjoy it to the fullest.

“Suck, harlot! To be Thor’s holster is still high accolade! Well worth all thy yearning!” Thor yelled, slamming into her throat with all the strength that Emma could take.

Both hands were on her hand now, holding her without the possibility of escape, telling her in no uncertain terms that she was his cum dumpster and she would be until he finished with her.

His biceps bulged as he crushed her mouth savagely down the length of his prick. “Taste my seed and fill thy belly with it!”

Emma was just getting used to the orgasm storming inside her womanhood when the first blast of Thor’s load forced its way down her throat. Her rapture thundered, almost painful—there was so much of it to be felt.

“GGHHHKK!” Emma sputtered, her nostrils flaring as she tried to suck air past the thick cock in her throat and the cum sweeping up and down her airway, spilling from her nostrils, frothing out of her splayed lips, bulging out her stomach…

“This is your purpose, woman!” Thor groaned, pounding in ever more of his load. “To empty me of mine lust—and fill thy self with it!”

In her lack of oxygen, what was happening took on a dream-like quality for Emma. But there was no denying the surging heat in her body. It was real, vivid, all-consuming.

Finally, Thor allowed Mjolnir to fall to the ground, Emma with it, his cock lapsing out of her well-used throat.

“Now, have thou worshiped Thor enow?” Thor panted, looking at Emma’s peaceful expression. “Or would thou have further evidence of mine godhood?”

“Mmmnn,” Emma moaned, smacking her lips, still able to feel the delectable texture of his cum.

As well she might, when it had spilled out of her overfull mouth to cover the front of her body.

So thick and so white that an uninformed observer might think she was actually costumed in her customary color.