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Scott powered in and out of her pussy eagerly. The deliciousness of feeling his cock sliding over her vivid clit was almost too much for Emma. She thought she might faint, but she wouldn’t allow it. So long as Scott was assaulting her, she was determined to enjoy it. She’d corrupted him, dammit! She wouldn’t quail at the fruits of her labor!

And she didn’t. She couldn’t, because that big cock felt too good for her to miss one moment of being fucked by it. Emma slithered back with it when it withdrew and rode it forward when it pumped her across the floor.

Scott’s swollen manhood made her lower belly bulge out with every thrust and he fucked her so fast that if it weren’t for the jolts of friction from each thrust, she would think she was knotted, like a bitch being mated by a male dog.

It was a scintillating thought: to keep a tremendous prick like this one inside of her for as long as she could take it, pleasuring herself on it like a sex toy until she had come as much as she wished or even a little more.

But spending any extended amount of time as Scott’s cock holster was right out. In a private setting, at a time when she knew there would be no interruptions, that would be acceptable, even approved of. But not here and now, when she should be in control, when she could lose everything in a shock of embarrassment from someone finding her overcome by a man who should’ve been her prisoner.

Her clothes were all but gone, worked out of all modesty by Scott’s rutting. Her tits were out of her corset and her panties felt more like a wet tissue on her thighs than anything else. When she twisted her head to between their bodies, she could see his angry red erection pumping in and out of her dripping sex like it was his private property, to do with as he pleased.

Enjoy it while you can, vandal, she thought. I’ll have the satisfaction of this for as long as I care to remember it, but you’re gone as soon as you prove less than amusing.

That didn’t seem to be in danger of coming to pass anytime soon, though. Scott’s cockhead drove against her cervix, making her head bounce up and down, and she had to hold onto something or Cyclops might fuck her right across the room and into the wall, if not through it.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and shot her legs up, towering over Scott’s heaving back until she crossed her ankles above his pumping ass. Without thinking about her complicity in the fuck, Emma hiked her groin to his thrusting manhood.

Swinging her ass in quickening circles to masturbate herself on his zealous rutting, because she was on the verge of climax and giving Scott that privilege was far better than going without this ultimate pleasure.

Coming—from being dominated. It was her most perverse debauchery yet, wilder than anything she’d chosen for herself. His prick slammed deep into her womanhood and pulled back only to become a battering ram again. When he next hilted himself in her, Emma shook in rapture. Yes—she’d let Scott get away with anything so long as she got to come like this.

“My, Emma… when you said you were going to interrogate the prisoner, I had no idea you’d be getting so much out of him,” Jean said, undoing the clasp on her cape so it fell to the floor.

Emma’s eyes flew to the doorway and the intrusion of the Black Queen, but Scott kept right on pounding his stiff cock into her blazing sex, ramming it in and hilting it inside her and grinding it even deeper to make her really feel how impaled she was. Her legs slid off his back, but only to brace her heels against the carpet so she could bring her cunt up and meet his thrusts, getting every fat inch of his hard prick as rapidly as possible.

“Y-you’ve… no right to… to interrupt me!” Emma gasped, trying to focus on Jean but unable to override her body’s skyrocketing passion for Scott. “Ghh! Go bother S-shaw; he’ll set y-oooo-u—straight!”

“And wouldn’t he be interested to find his woman with another man’s cock inside her?” Jean purred, now unlacing some of the many cords that held her corset together over her burgeoning breasts. “One of the X-Men, at that?”

Emma stopped bothering trying to think up an excuse. “Fuck off! You can h-ha-have a turn on him—shit! Nh!—when I’m done!”

“No, I think I’ll have a turn now. But not with him.” Jean lowered her panties now, until they were trod under her knee-high sable boots. “Cyclops seems to have the right idea when it comes to dealing with the White Queen… dirty whore that she is.”

Emma flushed scarlet. She had no aversion to lesbian sex and even found Jean as beguiling as everyone else seemed to, but she’d been certain that if they ever found themselves together, it would be Jean performing and her receiving.

The idea of giving pleasure to another woman held no appeal to Emma. Men and women put their mouths on her dripping snatch; she tasted it sometimes on their cocks, their fingers, their tongues, but had no wish to taste anyone else’s. Why should she? Her own was clearly perfection.

Naked but for her boots, Jean gave Scott a kick that made him back off a little. Kneeling at a right angle to Emma’s body instead of covering her. And Jean took his place over her upper body, straddling Emma’s face, one leg up to better expose her gaping sex.

“Do a good job and this can be our little secret,” Jean said. “I like it nice and slow. Think you can manage that?”

Her eyes fixed on Jean’s steamy snatch, Emma could only think that red was certainly her color. “I knew you wanted me.”

Jean giggled. “And now I’ve got you. So get that cute little tongue in my pussy and make it squirt!”

Bowing her head, Emma rubbed her cheek against the warm softness of Jean’s inner thigh. She kissed the creamy skin, further testing its satiny smoothness. Kissing and rubbing, she put Jean off, relishing that she could be so insolent right under the Black Queen’s nose.

Slowly, out of her own curiosity and not to follow Jean’s wishes, Emma moved her face closer to the redhead’s groin. She sniffed. There was nothing of the intimate, womanly scent she would’ve expected. It was more like the delicate aroma of a sunflower, or maybe a carnation. Still, it was pleasant, whatever it was. Using her fingers, Emma parted the ginger-haired outer lips and planted her open mouth in the middle of Jean’s spread labia.

“That’s right!” Jean hissed. “Eat my cunt!”

Scott grunted, his breath hot on Jean’s back, his hair brushing across her shoulder blades as he leaned forward to better rut Emma. The White Queen felt a bout of jealousy; she had no desire to share Scott with Jean in the slightest. A fuck this good should go to the best and that was her.

She wanted to feel her stiff nipples rubbing against Scott’s muscular chest, feel the tickle of his hairy belly against her abs as he drove himself into her pussy with all the savagery his lust for her provoked in his massive cock.

With a howl of release, Scott unleashed himself inside Emma. She convulsed, Jean’s weight holding her down more than Scott’s pumping as hot cum lashed out of his swollen cockhead. The boiling jism easily reached Emma’s womb, painting the walls of her cunt and heating the entire length of her snatch like an oven with its dial twisted as far to the right as it could go.

Thick and frothing, Scott’s ejaculation flowed over his own still launching cock and rivers of it flowed out from Emma’s twitching cunt lips to roll down the crack of her ass. Ecstatically, Emma rolled her hips, pleasuring herself with Scott’s prick and how astonishingly hard it remained. His stiffness seemed aimed right at her aching clit.

She was left too aroused to contain herself, to hold back with a clearly undeserving recipient like the Black Queen. Emma kissed and licked Jean’s sex, enjoying the vividness of Jean’s taste almost despite herself. She roved her pursed lips up and down Jean’s slot, savoring the feel of the glossy wet folds, and tickled the burgeoning clit with the tip of her tongue. Then her lips were wrapped around it and she was sucking, getting Jean off the same way she was being satisfied.

Jean gyrated her hips. She flexed her toned thighs and clenched her ass, cupping her breasts in either hand and squeezing them.

“Oh fuck yes, that’s good!” she moaned. “Take care of that pussy, Jean! Make me come in my hot cunt!”

Her body quaking with one burst of pleasure after another, Jean throbbed out her orgasm all around Emma’s wiggling tongue.