Professor Emma Frost Pt. 2

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Despite how he'd spent the previous last several hours, Peter, it seemed, was always up for a good time. His cock was already beginning to throb in his pants, and while he could have ignored his needs and fled the Institute… he wasn't a coward. And he wasn't the kind of guy who ran just because a situation got a little bit outside of his comfort zone. Quite frankly, this wasn't even that far outside of his comfort zone to begin with.

Stepping forward, Peter cocks his head to the side and gives Emma a crooked smile.

"Oh? And how would making it up to me… look, exactly?"

Letting out a rush of air in a breathless gasp of excitement, Emma gets back up from her chair, still playing with the edge of her top.

"Shall I show you, Peter?"

Refusing to second guess himself any further, Peter nods and waves a hand as if to say 'go ahead'. Emma… doesn't hesitate. She yanks down her top right then and there, letting her breasts bounce free of their confines. At the same time, as Peter's eyes fall upon those impressive mammaries and the way they're bouncing and jiggling all over the place, Emma steps out from behind her desk and saunters over to him.

The older woman is drop-dead gorgeous, but more than that, she's clearly experienced in a way that most of the women Peter has been with so far, even those closer to Emma's age, simply aren't. She gives him a smirk, and does a little twirl, showing off her topless body and then bending over to show off her pants-clad ass as well. Those pants she's wearing are insanely tight on Emma's body, giving off every contour of her ass as she puts on a little show for him.

Straightening back up for a moment, Emma looks back over her shoulder at Peter, even as she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her white pants and begins to drag them down over her hips. The equally ice-white panties she's wearing might have seemed innocent or 'pure' on any other woman, but Emma Frost… Emma Frost has a way of making the most innocent-seeming color seem undeniably crass, crude, and lewd instead.

She's turned seduction-in-white into an artform in the last few seconds, forcing Peter to toss everything he thought he knew about the color right out the window, in the face of how she uses it.

Spinning back around again, eyes hooded and nipples rock hard on perfectly sculpted breasts that quiver with her movement, Emma hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties next, even as she finishes kicking her pants off of her feet. She manages to make even that look sexy, while finally pulling her panties down her long, pale legs and off of her entirely.

Completely naked now, the beautiful mutant Professor steps forward, closing the last handful of steps between them, and deposits her panties into Peter's outstretched hand.

"A gift… for the man who saved us all."

Peter flushes at that, at the way Emma's voice purrs and her eyes flash as she speaks… but he takes her panties all the same, tucking them away in a pocket. A trophy, he supposed… and instead of feeling weird about claiming Emma's panties as a trophy, the seductress had him wondering if he was the weird one for NOT claiming the panties of every other woman he'd sexually conquered before now.

As it is, he doesn't have long to think about it, because Emma drops down to her knees before him a moment later and begins working open his pants right then and there on the spot. Swiftly enough, she takes his cock in one hand and gropes one of her own breasts with the other as she brings her lips to the tip of his member, her tongue slipping out and lapping at his cockhead. Peter can only groan as one hand instinctively comes down on the insanely dangerous blonde's head.

Not necessarily dangerous in the grievous bodily harm way, though she was that too and Peter had not forgotten his flight from her Diamond Form quite yet… but she was dangerous in a wholly different way. He couldn't help but be amazed by the sheer sexual energy that Emma Frost managed to exude. The woman knew what she was doing. In a world that seemed to be filled with women who all wanted a piece of him, Emma Frost still seemed to know exactly how to stand out.

Ice-blue eyes staring up at him, she swirls her tongue around the tip of his cock for a moment and then slides her lips halfway down his member in the next beat. Pulling back, she keeps stroking his shaft with her hand, even as she grins up at him.

"You were absolutely glorious that day, I hope you know. A true hero, in every sense of the word. Your mind… your entire being was focused solely on the task at hand. You didn't stop to think about yourself, you didn't have a single selfish thought in your entire head. You just knew what had to be done… and you set about to do it, in your own way."

Peter's not entirely sure what to say to that. Emma sounds almost reverent in her tone, but then to be fair, she'd sounded reverent earlier as well, when she'd called him 'life-changing'. He really didn't think he was all that special… but clearly he was wrong, wasn't he? If everyone in his life kept telling him otherwise… then maybe it was about time Peter stopped being so pigheaded.

Still, Emma chuckles throatily at seeing the look on his face, her ice-blue eyes twinkling almost merrily, but in an incredibly debauched way when mixed with the crooked smile on her lips.

"I can see that actions speak louder than words with you Peter. So… let me show you, just how much your sacrifice meant to me."

With that, Emma dives down his cock in truth, taking him in her mouth so fast and so deep that the hand on his shaft falls away to allow her to descend further still. The beautiful blonde gags a bit, but after a moment has her gag reflex completely under control as she swallows his entire length with each passing moment.

"Gluuuughk…"

Finding her rhythm, Emma Frost swallows continuously, displaying a seriously advanced deep-throat technique as she stares up at him the entire time. Her hands have both fallen to her breasts, and she's playing with her nipples now, clearly enjoying throat-fucking herself on his cock as much as he is. Peter groans, his hand atop her head clutching down a little tighter… but not daring to try and control anything.

What would be the point? Emma is so skilled at this that all he'd be doing by taking charge is downgrading the experience for himself. And for what, misplaced pride? She was already giving her all to this… there was no need for him to take more.

And so the young man stands there, groaning in pleasure, enjoying Emma's convulsing throat around his cock and her lips tightly suctioned along his shaft. She buries her nose in his crotch again and again, and even picks up the pace enough to the point that his balls are smacking up against her chin with each downward motion.

All the while, her nipple play is having its own effect, causing Emma to moan, and those moans to travel up the length of his dick, the reverberations feeling like they're moving through his very core as he shudders there in pleasure. In fact, he's already starting to get close…

"Emma… I'm going to cum soon."

While part of him argues that he owes her no warning, and it would serve as a real lesson to just cum in her throat or even all over her face after how she'd attacked him… Peter just wasn't that kind of guy. And so he warns her, letting her know with a groan that he's getting close. Of course, he probably shouldn't have been surprised by the gorgeous femme fatale's response. The mutant seductress knew exactly how she was going to handle him, didn't she?

Emma hears him loud and clear… and picks up the pace. Going even faster up and down his cock, to the point that she's lightly choking down, no longer quite able to suppress her gag reflex.

"Glughk… Glughk… Glughk!"

Cursing under his breath, Peter can only hold on for dear life as Emma's hands leave her own tits and move to grasp at his buttocks, pulling him in close. She buries her face in his crotch one last time, her lips suctioned down to the base of his cock, and her throat convulsing around the rest of his meaty length as Peter finally tips over the edge and begins to cum.

With a hoarse groan, Peter shudders there over her, nearly doubling over from the sensations as he feels his bodies being emptied down the gorgeous icy blonde's throat. Emma doesn't spill a drop. She's prepared for his ejaculation, and swallows every last bit of it, drinking down his load like it's the most delicious liquid she's ever had. She gulps and gulps until there's nothing left, at least for the time being, Peter's balls clenching for a moment from being entirely emptied… before beginning to refill a moment later for the next time.

Because of course there was going to be a next time. This? This was just the foreplay. As Emma pulls off of his cock, she seems intent on making sure of that, her hands replacing her mouth and stroking his length up and down to keep him from going soft on her. And she succeeds too, his cock stays rock hard and ready for action, much to her cooing delight.

"I need you inside of me, Peter. Please… please fuck me."

To have such a beautiful, vivacious woman beg him like that… it's honestly amazing. Emma Frost is the most seductive woman he's encountered by this point, and that's saying quite a lot. But even she can't get enough of him, staring up at him with an eagerness that Peter finds himself reveling in for a moment. Heh, in the end it's not even a question… of course he's going to say yes.

"Sure."

She beams as he answers her with a crooked smile, and doesn't hesitate in standing up from her kneeling position. With her hand still on his cock, Emma takes him back towards her desk, tugging him along and leading him by his throbbing, pulsating erection. Once there, she sweeps anything that might be in the way clean off her desk… and promptly hops back up onto it, sitting there and spreading her legs wide in open invitation.

Peter doesn't waste any time answering that invitation. He moves into place between Emma's legs fluidly, and a moment later, he's inside the woman herself. Emma Frost cries out as he impales her upon his shaft, filling her to the brim with his member. She throws her head back, her hands having to plant themselves on the desk on either side of herself for a moment just to keep her posture.

Peter, meanwhile, reaches out and wraps HIS hands around her hips and legs, his fingers digging into the parts of her ass that aren't currently squished into the desktop. Then, holding her firmly, he begins to fuck her, pounding into her gushing wet cunt with considerable force. This was one of the things he was good at. He recognized that now. And he would be damned if he gave Emma Frost any less than he got from the beautiful mutant psychic.

For her part, Emma certainly seems to enjoy the plowing he's giving her. As he rails into her, she cries out louder and louder… before seeming to think better about being so vocal, and lunging forward. Hooking an arm around his neck, Emma pulls him into a kiss, using her other hand for continued stability by keeping it palm down on the desk behind her.

Their lips meet, and the psychic blonde moans into his mouth, even as Peter thrusts into her, deeper and deeper with every moment. Her inner walls clench and cling to him, and her pussy gushes for him. It's obvious when she cums around his cock, obvious that he's brought her to an early orgasm… maybe even more than one from the sheer length of time she's reduced to a quivering, spasming mess upon the desk.

Suddenly though, Emma seizes up, and leans in, pressing her forehead to his. Her heavily lidded ice blue eyes meet his through a haze of pleasure and ecstasy.

"Sho good… sho heroic. Just… just wanna see it again… the mind… of a hero…"

Only too late does Peter catch on to what she's doing. Only too late does he realize that, in the heat of the moment, Emma is doing the thing he'd originally agreed to let Jean do. She's doing the thing he'd specifically decided against asking her to help with. She's pushing into the strange, apparently blindingly bright barrier that encompasses his mind, bringing to bear every last ounce of her telepathic might to do so.

Peter begins to pull away out of some instinctive denial, but its too late. Emma's legs are wrapped securely around his waist, and while he could have broken free with more time… he didn't have that time. No, in one moment, he's buried deep inside of Emma Frost… and in the next, he's elsewhere.

In the span of a second, he finds himself transported from Emma Frost's office in the Xavier Institute… to somewhere else entirely. But at the same time, Peter knows somehow that he's not actually gone anywhere at all. No, wherever this is supposed to be… it's all taking place in his own head. He knows this intrinsically, like he would the back of his own hand.

The thing is… he's not alone. Standing before him are six women, in the many colors of the rainbow. Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, Purple, and Orange. They glow with these colors, as if these colors represent them in their entirety, along with… a certain aspect of the universe, each.

Except, they're not just colors, they're also women as well. Some of them, Peter recognizes. Some of them, he doesn't. Yet, all of them look upon him with the same fondness and affection, and an otherworldly sense of understanding.

Stepping forward, the one in orange… Soul, Peter knows beyond a shadow of a doubt, smiles.

"Hello, Peter. Do not worry about Emma Frost. She is currently getting exactly what she wanted… to bask in your righteous, heroic mind. But she will not be privy to the details of this conversation."

Soul pauses for only a moment, before continuing on.

"We all have been waiting patiently to have this conversation with you, Peter. But, and I hope you don't mind me saying this… we've all felt that it was long overdue."

Peter swallows thickly at that, his anxiety flaring up. Strangely enough, his danger sense isn't tingling like he thought it would, but then… maybe his danger sense can't detect danger from himself. That said, he can't help but feel like a lead weight is sinking into his stomach. To his surprise, Soul registers this… and laughs.

"Do not fret, Peter. Your worst fears have not come to pass. You are not responsible for any of this. Allow us to explain."

… Right. It was time to stop running from himself.

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