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Emma lavished Scott’s massive cock with all her attention. It hardened as if preening for her and Emma relished knowing that this horse cock, once all Jean’s, was now hers. Hers to feel… its length… its girth… its precum, hers to smear all over it, filling the air with its musk.

She spoke in the redhead’s voice: “Scott, my lovely crumpet sweetiepie… don’t you know I dream of being dominated? I yearn for a man’s hand to correct me, teach me, show me the proper way to service him? I’m such a good girl, I don’t know what to do with all my urges and feelings. Won’t you show me, Scott?”

His cock was hard to hold, the way it throbbed and how broad it was and how wet it was, even before he’d actually come. As she continued to fill her hands with it, it swelled and grew hotter, the veins bulging, the tip practically glowing red-hot.

“I know you’ve done all those dirty things with other girls… left them looking so… satisfied. I want to look like that, Scott. With my eyes rolled up in my head and my tongue lolling out and my body quivering. Wanting more but not sure if I can take it.”

Emma decided to be a sweetheart. It was only a matter of time until Scott was disposed of; he was far too dangerous to leave alive. But before that, she would give him everything he wanted. And what did men want more than the White Queen? Even if this stubborn X-Man thought he wanted Jean…

“Please, let me be your perfect little fuck-bitch. And if I’m not… if I do anything at all that doesn’t make you want to fill me with cum… punish me. Treat me like the filthy whore that I—”

Scott’s hands clamped onto Emma’s tiny waist. He held her tight, so tight that he was squeezing her, cutting off her air. She tried to re-exert her authority, to enter into his reddened mind again, but then she felt the probing of his cock.

She recoiled in shock—he’d brought them just close enough together for her to feel his hardened prick blindly reaching for a way under her panties, into her own tingling cunt!

“How dare you!” Emma writhed, struggling to push him away, but she only succeeded in raking her barely-clad body against his steely erection.

Scott held on, rolling his hips, gliding that girthy manhood across Emma’s silken belly. Once it slid across her pubic mound and she bucked wildly, seized by a sudden, involuntary thrill. In his mania, he moved to kiss her as well—she turned her head away to avoid being punched by the ruby-quartz globe that encased his head, and the motion steered her groin back into his rutting cock.

It slid over her mound again, oozing its precum into her panties, marking them with a heat beyond what Emma already felt inside her. Her cunt was growing slippery—responding to the intensity of Scott’s throbbing endowment, how badly he wanted her.

“You’ll not lay hands on—” Emma began, but then he had his hand in her panties, pulling their gusset aside, exposing her to—

His cockhead sank into her. Emma quaked sharply and tried to flee from that sudden, immense penetration, but Scott wouldn’t stop, would not be denied. He kept pumping and pressing and Emma could not think up an escape. He went inside her. He slid right into an arousal Emma hadn’t known had been inside her.

“The White Queen!” she squeaked.

Emma shook as if struck. He was hard. So much harder than even she had ever made a man. Thick and corded with power, like a clenched fist prodding, shoving right up into her, where she’d never known anything so… big!

It frightened Emma. Intimidated her. She clawed at the big, powerful body that now had her down on the floor, but although she felt blood flow under her fingernails, it was no deterrent—nothing compared to how much Scott obviously wanted her.

She tried to get her knee up under him, but he was pressed too tightly to her body already and his cock was only going deeper inside her. It hurt, hurt like mad to have him in her so thick and hard when she was just starting to be aroused by her dominance.

Emma almost screamed, but she fought down the panic. The only ones who could come to help her were her fellow Lord Cardinals in the Hellfire Club or even, God help her, servants. No one she wanted to catch her being fucked in such a manner.

She had to fight off Scott herself, before he got all the way in her, rutted her, actually came inside her—that would be an indignity beyond tolerance.

Emma got her arm across her chest and tried to crowbar Scott off with it, peeling him away from her, but he had the feel of being inside her now and wouldn’t allow himself to be denied. He jammed her down against the floor and rammed himself into her, seeming to occupy all of her tightly resisting sex. Only allowing it to go without his cock for the split-second required to draw back and penetrate her again.

Emma felt him strike the depths of her pussy, again and again, places that stretched and pained like when she’d first lost her virginity. He really was the biggest man she’d ever taken, if she could be said to be taking him and not the only way around.

“This is too much!” she babbled, so lost in her shock and forced ecstasy that she fell back on childhood lessons in etiquette. “You mustn’t! You can’t! Can’t keep fucking me, can’t make me come this way, can’t… can’t…”

But she herself had pushed Scott too far to listen. He was beyond reason now and he held her closer, getting an even firmer grip on her surging body, making even more sure that the rapture he’d found between her legs would remain his.

He pounded his demanding cock ever deeper inside her. It was inside her for scant seconds before it pistoned back out, back in, but Emma felt it throb like none of her vibrators ever had. Even if he wasn’t so hung, this had to be the most a man had ever enjoyed her—God, he was loving this!

The pleasure radiated off him so strong that it worked its way into her head, further flattening her walls. Making it impossible for her to possibly regain control of her mental faculties.

“N-no!” she grunted. “Don’t—don’t make me come! No overhung brute like you can ever—can possibly—!”

She climaxed, embracing Scott and knowing she was fucked without doing any fucking of her own. Clinging to his body with both arms and legs, holding to his cock with the convulsing folds of her sex.

Lights exploded inside her head and there were more explosions in her clit, around his pumping cock. Her asshole tightened up, became as sensitive as it could be, sending chills through her when Scott’s balls swung against it.

Emma couldn’t free herself from her impalement—couldn’t remember, as clearly as she could a moment ago, why she wanted to. The pain… quick and sharp and filling a thundering moment… was gone, leaving the motion of a slick cock and the friction of its passage through her educated folds.

The pleasure that brought! Now she knew the feel of an erection’s deep reach; what it meant to really be fucked.

As prideful as Emma was, the libertine in her thought that she was already shamed and she had done her damnedest to stop it already and now that her efforts had failed and it hurt so little and it felt so fucking good…

Scott grunted and pumped. He made her take his ramrod cock all the way up the hilt and it was only that way that Emma learned she could take all of his endowment, even while her pussy was clenched up so tight.

She wasn’t resisting, but she was swallowing all she could… every swollen inch she could possibly take… there could not possibly be room for a millimeter more inside her… she was the perfect sheath for this oversized cock!

And it felt wonderful, this prick that fit just her and so incredibly and maybe just a pinch more, a pinch too much—too much enough to be just enough, just right, just perfect. Just the way she’d always wanted to be fucked, because the biggest cocks got her the closest to ecstasy without really delivering it, and this… she felt it nudging her cervix, it was buried so deep, it was fucking her so damn much!

Taking her back to the days of her virginity, making her remember sex ed and girlish giggles and wet dreams. Her entire sexual career had led up to this, being filled this way, filled so much that she loved it however unwilling it was.

Let philistines call it assault. They could never understand that when a thing felt this good, a woman like Emma just had to surrender to it. Otherwise, she’d be afraid of her own pleasure, and that was one thing Emma Frost could never be.