It was enough to make the normally stoic Betsy smirk. She was literally coming out of the closet, but it had little to do with the two perfect female bodies on the king-sized bed—Emma Frost bound to the headboard, with Jean Grey laying her head between the blonde’s legs. Not for any cunnilingus either: she was facing upward, using Emma’s muff like a pillow....
"Ah I see you have the 'gift' for the mortal," the cosmic being smiled at it's compatriot, "Do you think the mortal will be able to handle it? Which realm shall we be off to? Which mortal will this gift be presented to?" The cosmic being gave a chuckle to it's compatriot. "Really? That realm?" the cosmic being took a human form...
In a combined Multiversal world a different Wonder Woman has opened an all girls school. However something isn't exactly right at the school nobody is sure what happens at them are they being taught to be 50's housewives, or maybe self-centered ego-maniacal 18th century noblewomen, perhaps just a school for bimbos or maybe a legion of latex clad dominatrices...
The grounds of the Mansion were green and clear, the landscaping undisturbed, the lawn unharmed long enough for the grass to grow to a respectable height. The Professor had kept it at that discretely manicured country club height, like he was ashamed that all that green was alive, but Scott let it grow. The longer it grew, the bigger the victory. He knew t...
The room reminded Jean of a meat locker. The floor, through spic and span and polished to a sheen, was sturdy tile with shower drains at regular intervals. Designed to be hosed down. It gave the room an air of degradation that Jean wasn't sure if she liked. The architecture was marble, with the right wall dedicated to a line of vanities that would be the e...
Chapter 6-Five in One With all of his pieces in play, Alexander made some final checks on the key piece in his plan to recruit and indoctrinate young mutant girls into loyal Hellfire soldiers. He went back to his old stomping grounds, the former Xavier Mansion in Greymalkin that he hadn't been to since his parents died. Though, he supposed it was the Xavie...
"Slowly," Jean breathed, her voice so strained she might have been begging, though the sheer need in her tone was far too vehement for that. "Give it to me very slowly... that's it... bit by bit... inch by inch... all the way... ohhh, Scott, your tongue...!" Scott knelt between Jean's stockinged legs. He had her pinned against her desk, almost sitting on i...
May disturb some readers. I use characters from the Marvel. I have no money and do it for entertainment purposes. Please do not sue. I am using a non-continuity alternate dimension that has most of the super characters on the same time and some of the characters that are alive who might otherwise be dead or characters in positive light who might be dark...
Emma sighed almost pornographically as the key slid into the lock, twisting to undo it, releasing one of her cuffed hands, then the other. She moved to rub her sore wrists, but Scott stopped her. His hands coiled on her wrists, moving them to the headboard and forcing them to take, to wrap around the iron bars that had so recently imprisoned her. Emma under...
"You want me to use you?" Scott growled. "Absolutely, darling. As only you can." Scott reached up to take down the showerhead from its mount, running the spraying water over both himself and Emma to rinse off the soap suds they'd left on each other's body. Normally, he'd use shampoo, but he'd been told that at least once a week, it was best to do without....