Chapter 18 (R-18)

Third person

Nothing else to discuss with Conner the group become silent as they attempt their best to convince him to cope peacefully and adapt to non-violent methods however in the end they fail against Conner ruthless true facts.

"I am leaving, tomorrow"

He dropped another bomb, an unexpected statement.

"Why?"

"Simple, you will get dragged into it and before you try stopping me. Just don't be too emotional and think rationally." Conner responded ending idle chatter and no one pursued Conner any further.

As by now they understood one thing: Conner is someone who won't agree with them.

"...."

Everyone left one by one, only 5 women stayed behind.

"....Do you want anything?" Conner asked, thinking what might they need now, he had clear things from his end afterall.

"What do we need?"

"Come on, Conner, do I need to explain~" Mystique whispers in a husky manner in his ears, she crawls closer to Conner on his bed.

"...what about her and her?" He inquired as there were Wanda, Jean and Anne in the room. He was only familiar with her and Emma in the first place, plus the other girls were shy and embarrassed but showed no sign of going out.

"Do you mind ... .them watching us~" This time Emma whispered in his other ear, her hand slowly undressing him. Her tone was uncertain as her words were requested and she didn't know if he would allow it or not.

Personally it was strange and somewhat awkward…. For an ordinary person however, for Conner whose third thing to love was sex, it was an absolute win, so he agreed and put up with Mystique and Emma.

"You want to be pampered…. Ok, I'm down for it, Literally." Emma summarized.

"Darling focus here~" Mystique softly spoke, she hugs him squeezing her big, round breast against his chest to stimulate his rod.

Conner POV

Looking at the two hot women side by side, one lithe and slender and the other buxom and voluptuous, it really brings out the contrast between the two sides in the mutant divide that no other comparison can illustrate any better.

But those are thoughts for another time.

"As much as I enjoy my time together with you,"

He raises a finger to her lips, silencing the hot blue skin mutant mid-sentence. She may not be sure if this is a good idea, but he certainly is convinced it is.

After all, what better way to bring together two opposing sides of the discourse and — ahem — let them share in each others' viewpoints for a bit? There's no better way to get a grip on someone else, is there?

"Ah, so the both of you want to talk in such a fashion. Well, it's perfectly possible to speak without the need for words, as the saying goes. Let us commence, then!"

I grinned. Parlaying by pair-laying — all in the interest of diplomacy and mending relations, of course.

The things I does to help them. Two mutants — one buxom and one lithe, both pleasantly cool as I take them by a shoulder each and pull them down onto the luxuriant and expansive bed alongside you with a loud flumph.

Squirming limbs and supple flesh press in at my sides as I gathers both women by their waists, pulling them both close and enjoying the sheer forces of their presence — opposing, but no less intense than the other.

Given the steamy atmosphere building up about the three of them and how sinfully flimsy pale garb tends to be in general, it's not long before both Emma and Raven have disrobed themselves of their gauzy garments and are greedily doing the same to him, fingers picking at his suit and other clothes with gusto, each one clearly trying to outdo the other.

It really is gratifying to see opposing forces united in a common cause, isn't it?

In a fit of perhaps uncharacteristic aggression, Mystique decides to take matters into her own hands and jump-start the fun by clambering over me to the prone Emma and planting herself right atop Emma's face, letting her pussy rest right atop the blond's lips.

She has an absolutely pleasant yet nasty smile on her lips as she pushes her hips back and forth for a little while, kissing Emma in a less than absolutely orthodox way.

"You're usually so mouthy during the talks, dear," Mystique coos.

"Let's see if your tongue is just as adept when it comes to other matters."

"Now, don't you think that's a little rude — " Emma begins, but the she is quickly shut up by Mystique grinding her cunt straight into her face with several more solid thrusts of her plush hips.

The Blue skin woman shudders a little as she feels Emma's tongue tease the petals of her womanly flower, seeking out the taste of the nectar that's already started to gather, the motions drawing out the promise of more.

Even as Mystique continues to straddle the helpless Emma, rocking back and forth, she throws me a mischievous glance and crooks a finger in my direction.

"Why, don't just lie there, Daddy — come on around and help me out. This woman is a dangerous predator, full of wild and primal hunger, and if we don't sate her properly she might just turn on us and eat us alive."

And to be honest, she's not wrong. Given the fervor with which Emma's started to eat out Mystique's cold, moist cunt, it's not something that's beyond the realm of possibility.

My eyes lock with Mystique's, then Emma's, then Mystique's again before scrambling upright after seeing just how turned on both mutant women are; there's no time to lose in diving headlong into the fray with the way things are going.

Emma's hips are firm and supple even as I take up position behind Mystique and straddle them, the mere touch of that chilly lavender skin enough to send prickles down my cock, turning it harder by the second.

Emma's body rocks under me as she and Mystique really get it on in earnest, and it's with a little difficulty that you manage to get the heftier of my shafts lined up and ready to go, the very tip just barely parting the her pussy lips; I just pondering when would be the best time to make his entrance when Emma decides for me, bucking upwards in response to a particularly vicious thrust on Mystique's part.

Thrown off balance, I fall forward and slip his shaft straight into Emma's chilly depths, her inner walls squeezing down tight on me as I make the entrance — and the resultant pleasure is quickly transmitted through her body to Mystique, who moans throatily and arches her back in response to the increasingly prurient atmosphere of the bedchambers.

She gasps and cries as Emma's tongue digs ever deeper into her honeypot, instinctively grasping at her bountiful bosom and pressing her tits together, shamelessly jiggling them for her own pleasure as she gyrates in place atop Emma's face.

Seeing the two of them go at it, I got to make good on his part myself; seeing Mystique go at it like that can only be described as inspiring, and that's what it is as I brace myself against the mattress and pick up his pace.

Jaw hanging open and tongue lolling out of her mouth, she pants openly as I pound Emma's cunt with gusto, putting my back into it as if he were in rut, channeling all of his pent-up frustrations and unleashing them upon Emma's prone form. Could he have wrung more pleasure out of this if I had been slower and more sensual, more methodical about it?

Maybe, but here and now he have absolutely no desire to control my pace as I rail Emma's cunt — the way her inner walls grip and schlick at me, the way her hips buck in response to my thrusts with a primal fury only ignites a similar sensation deep inside me chest, and with each downward push I feel Mystique gasp as Emma moans straight into her cunt.

The both of us ride her like some kind of perverse seesaw, one thrusting while the other withdraws, one giving pleasure while the other receives, all with Emma facilitating the transferral between the both of you.

Every inch of cockmeat that I've got stuck inside of Emma's cold cunt burns gloriously, pure arousal seared right into her cumvein, and the throbbing and pulsing that accompanies each movement prickles and teases at my nerves, the icing on top of the cake of pleasure I have being subjected to.

But admittedly, this is getting a little stale — there's more that I can have here, and I want it now.

Emma's muscular inner walls cling to me with powerful, icy determination, determined to keep him inside her, but I finish up with a powerful series of thrusts and take the opportunity while she's still recovering to extricate myself from her sloppy snatch, bracing herself on the mattress for support.

A rush of coolness hits my dick as I pull myself aside, followed by the sudden aching emptiness of not having your man-meat stimulated, but it's bearable if only because of what I know is coming next.

Caught up in the throes of sapphic rug-munching, the blond and red head are suggestible alike, and it's a simple matter to separate them for a moment with the promise of even greater pleasures as I grab Mystique by the hips and pull her backwards. The red head falls atop Emma with a soft 'oof', her prodigiously big tits cushioning her fall as the two lie face to face, and then with unerring predictability, they start making out.

Just as well for me. Even as the two ladies continue to kiss and wrestle tongues, my eyes are drawn to the real prize here that I'd hoped to create: their thick-lipped pussies, stacked atop each other and grinding away in shameless sapphic stimulation, juices mingling below just as they are above.

My body gets the hint and starts moving of its own accord, grabbing the two of them by whatever handles the squealing, struggling mess of flesh affords and thrusting his shaft between their joined cunts while the other shaft smacks meatily against their asses.

The sensation of my man-meat pumping between two cold, nectar-covered pussies grows sweeter by the second, and I feel myself losing it, losing control over myself as I thrust my member between the stacked pussies and go to town on them both.

Panting and grunting through gritted teeth as I work my dick between that combined valley, I give it my all, putting the entire weight of my body behind each thrust until there's little doubt in his mind that he's going to be sore tomorrow.

Even so, the price is definitely worth it — two sets of tits, one big, one moderate, two bodies, one voluptuous, one toned, two mutant ladies, both equally sweet albeit in their own ways. The sight of this sexy duality servicing each other and I had the feeling like I'm going to lose control any moment now — or any more than I'm doing at the moment, anyway.

And they feel it, oh yes, they do. Their combined moan is long and luxuriant as I work my long and thick rod back and forth between their bodies; it's low, throaty, and rippling with desire in a fashion that echoes in the bedchambers and is music to his ears.

I want to hear this again, as often as possible, and if they don't stop — well, all the better for me! Bracing themself on the bed, I push ahead even further, my heavy shaft long enough to reach all the way between their combined bodies and get a nice sandwich in addition to the stacked fucking you're delivering to blond and red head alike; starting from the bottom at their wet pussies, up against their lower bellies, and finally with your tip striking the undersides of their tits as they kiss and grope at each other, it's more than they can bear.

I spread Emma's and Mystique's combined juices copiously all over their breasts, cunts and bellies with each thrust, the heavy sawing motion of my tumescent prick getting more and more onerous as slick fluids build up and each and every one of my broad-stroked movements is accompanied by a wet, sucking sound.

There's plenty of cockmeat I have to move, and while the pleasure gives me all the encouragement I need to keep going, my body is only able to give so much, alas. Using the two women as a pair of living sex toys — juices splatter all over the place, onto your bodies and staining the sheets, and I just can't bring myself to care about the mess you're making, for it feels so good.

I'm sweating now, the heat of my body in direct contrast to the chill the pale emanate in the throes of deep passion — cold arousal burns right into my flesh like frostbite, sinking deep into your being right down to your core, freezing your forearm-length cocks absolutely stiff and solid.

As impassioned as I'm, Emma and Mystique must be feeling it all the more, given how closely they're packed against each other.

Hugging, groping and kissing with wanton abandon, aloof and seriousness alike gasp and grunt like a couple of two-copper whores, their movements growing faster and lustier but less precise as they continue to lose themselves to their lusts.

The tighter their bodies press, the more securely they sandwich my man-meat in the vise created by their forms, and the more effort it takes for me to slide my cock between them both.

I can feel the pre bubbling along my cumvein even as it struggles to rise to the fore, my hips moving of their own accord at this point, and with a sudden half-grunt, half-roar of effort my rear back but don't thrust back in just yet, my body shivering as you steel myself.

The two women notice this and pause in their makeout session for a second or two to look down at you — which is all the opening you need to slam myself straight into Mystique's cold gooey cunt.

She yelps as you start to pound her relentlessly, the frenzy of your body reaching Emma through her expansive assets as they jiggle and shake with the sheer magnitude of my copulation; the joined bodies only stokes the fire in you, making your shaft burn with pleasure to match the chill of their lusts.

Mystique moans and cries, her eyes watering and jaws slack as she cleanly forgets the circumstances that led to this point and instead starts begging you to fill her all the more with this wonderful cock of mine.

The clenching, the pulsing — before I know it, I have blown my load straight inside her, conquering her womb and filling her up. Yet I'm still not done, far from it — there's still one with whom you have unfinished business.

You're not even finished with your orgasm before you move on to Emma, ropes of white seed flying through the air and landing on the two as I withdraw my still achingly-stiff cock and return to the cunt you originally started out on.

Emma's determined not to lose me a second time, and cries out in lust and pleasure as I sink my cock back into her again, her inner walls suckle on me so greedily that I feel like my cock's being pulled right off me with no quarter given.

I don't know where I find the energy, but it wells up from deep within me anyway; redoubling my efforts and turning my thrusts even more ferocious than before, I stuff Emma well and good, my hips a blur as flesh smacks on flesh over and over again.

The blond eyes roll back into her head and she gasps and moans as I mercilessly violate her, working away all the more energetically in order to make up for my earlier neglect of her. Even so, I can't shake off the feeling that this isn't enough, that I need more, and given the way the blond is wriggling against Mystique and me it's clear that she feels the same way.

The sight of both women cum-stained and lying against each other is a far more potent aphrodisiac than anything any alchemist could have cooked up for me. My cock twitches inside of Emma's tight grip, my balls churn ominously, and then I explode into the red head just as I did Mystique, stars and spots of color erupting in your vision as your body strains to eject my seed despite how tightly my cumvein's being crushed in her clam.

I finished up here, though, that my body still rages on, demanding more, and so you head straight back into Mystique's used pussy and start all over again.

Everything's a blur, energy flowing into me and sustaining my actions from seemingly nowhere; despite my orgasms my imposing cocks is still stiff, my shaft drowned in one of the two pussies it alternates between while the other grinds and squirms against their full asses.

The time I spend between each cocksleeve grows shorter and shorter, each shuddering orgasm comes closer and closer.

Breeding the two women like some kind of stud alpha, I push all their bodies to their very limits, forcing themselves onward until they feel like they could pass out at any moment. It's only then that I finally let myself relax in the middle of the mass, falling atop nubile bodies in an exhausted pile. Sweaty, sticky and gasping for breath, the chilly touch of Emma's and Mystique's naked forms is a small blessing as I feel the heat of exertion slowly waft upwards from my body.

Exhausted by my indecent exploits, the three of us lie back for a little while longer; I gather Emma and Mystique alike in my arms and pull both ladies against me, a stupid smile on my face. Now then, that wasn't so bad, was it? Do the both of them feel like they understand each other a little better now?

"Tch."

"Hmph."

Now, now, ladies...

"Well, maybe just a little." Both of them proceed to sleep while Conner's eyes stare at other girls. Making them sleep with a stare becuase earlier they masterbate watching them expect Jean.