Long Live the White Queen
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** Xavier's School for Gifted Children**
- You paged Professor? - A stern, but always eroticised female voice sounded in the wide, brightly-lit office due to the large windows.
- As usual without knocking, Emma.
In front of Xavier appeared a girl with whom he has a rather complicated relationship, based on the past, when she was a henchwoman of Magneto.
To describe her, however, the girl was the perfect embodiment of his voice. A beautiful straight face framed by lush blonde hair, a figure that looked gorgeous even in white, and not just because of the weighty hemispheres on either side, but because of the slim waist with a flat tummy that peeked out so enticingly, separating the top of the suit and the white tight-fitting trousers.
- How is she? - Xavier inquired about the state of the nearly surrendered Phoenix Jean's will.
- Bitchy as usual.
- Emma, please?
- Don't worry about your little angel, Professor. - A hint of any special feelings towards Jean, the professor chose to ignore. - I manage to keep her under control. Even if it's not very pleasant....
- Ahem! Please spare me the details.
- ...However, why would Phoenix show interest in sex? Shouldn't this creature want to destroy everything?
- I don't know anything about that.
- Then shouldn't there be some kind of test? Or else--
- It's not going to happen! - Charles slammed the table, imagining Jean's experiments.
- ...Quiet, Charles. - Emma's voice rose to the floor and she leaned on the professor's desk, revealing a view of the dangerous neckline on his chest. - Otherwise the fact that you know more than everyone else becomes all too obvious.
At that, with a victorious smile, Emma Frost left the office. Leaving Charles in heavy thought.
.....
- No, you can't go in there. - she was stopped on her way to a special room.
- Emma, if this is about me going back to her, t-.
- I'll stop you right there, Scott. - Emma replied coldly, still enjoying the power she had. - Do you really think I'm pathetic enough to stoop so low?
Swallowing, Cyclops tried to find the words, but there was no way he could. Being a telepath Emma knew that, so she turned around and continued on her way.
.....
- No, you can't go to her. - though she was stopped again on the way.
- No, Snow, that's not gonna work with me. I want to see her!
Wolverine showed aggression and with a confident face stood up close to Emma, which....
- Arghhhh! - she didn't appreciate, and with a smile gave Wolverine the kind of pain that a normal person would have died from.
Turning on her high heels once more, Emma calmly continued on her way, completely oblivious to Logan squirming in pain behind her.
.....
- Haa... What a slut you are. - Emma was the first to enter the room when she finally got there.
- Yeah? And you're the one who dresses like that. - realising her position, Gina could only snarl.
Was Jean a prisoner? To an outsider, her cell would look like a nice enough room, with a few brown bedside tables, a large window, light-coloured walls and a wide, purple-covered bed.
- And how are you feeling? - Emma first went to the desk mirror and turned to Jean.
- I-I-I-I'm fine... - Grey closed her naked thighs.
The redhead was practically naked. She wore only light green stockings made of a light-reflecting material that flirted with silver, and the same colour gloves above the elbow and rag panties that hung in ribbons down her right thigh.
Such an outfit wasn't necessary, just one of Emma's quirks in wanting to hit on Jean.
- Haa... I'm telling you, slut. - With a haughty glance at Grey, with a slow but audible step, Frost began to walk towards the bed.
By now Emma was still in the lacy white corset that so lusciously captured her voluminous breasts, her bride-like mitts to her elbows, her stocking girdle and the very same white stockings above painted like glass windows in winter.
- Lick. - Emma came up to Jean as if she were a dog and put two fingers in front of the redhead's face. When the redhead glared at her, Frost said: - To a whore, a whore's attitude.
- ... - Annoyed, Jean turned away from Emma. Little by little, however, her face drew closer, until.... - Ahem... - wet mouth engulfed neat fingers. - Mmmm...
- Wow, you try so hard. You can see you're doing it for yourself....
Under Emma's satisfied smile, Jean's face contorted with anger, shame and a host of other emotions as the saliva from her bright red lips fell straight onto her breasts. Making not only Jean get more aroused....
- Ah? - when Emma took her fingers away, Grey's face painted a look of surprise as well as disappointment.
- That's enough. - when Emma said that, it wasn't just Jean's nipples that were hard. - Spreading her legs.
- ... - Like an obedient bitch, with her head down, Jean spread her legs wide. - Ahhhh!
And without any ceremony, knowing full well the woman's thirsty body, Emma inserted two fingers. The anger and pain did not last long on Grey's face, and under Frost's sinister grimace and skilful actions....
- Ah-Ammm!...
Jean squirmed along the sheets, leaving wide stains of womanly juice.
- As always, flowing like a professionally satisfied slut. - Excitement was already blushing on Emma's snow-white face. - I wonder who you represent. Spreading yourself like that...
- Y-yes, so good. - Completely oblivious to the caresses, Jean began to respond to Emma's provocations, exciting her and herself more. - Don't stop... P-P-Peter!
As much as Jean resisted those memories of Phoenix taking possession of her body and having sex with the teenager, her pussy was of a different opinion, shivering and wailing longingly at those memories.
- Ha ha ha!... - Upon hearing Parker's name, Emma burst into thunderous laughter. - Would that loser and Neanderthal could hear you. They really think a whore like you cares about them!
- P-P-Peter! Aaah!!!
Experiencing the pleasure of some sort of personal revenge, with a smile, Emma let her thumb play with her clit, bringing Jean to a savoury orgasm.
- Naturally, the slut couldn't go without a squirt. - Taking her juice covered hand away from Jean's pussy, Emma's red faced hand tried not to want to fondle herself with the same hand. - Pure-
- Ummmmm!...
As if hungry, Grey gratefully clung to Frost's fingers without even finishing the command, licking her nectar, licking the soft skin, sucking her fingers as if they were dicks.
- Oh? - Emma raised an eyebrow as Jean's hand slid into her juicy bun, squeezing it to red marks.
Being the one who only gave pleasure sometimes got boring, so Emma decided to diversify the standard playthings a little....
- Huh?! - Jean let go of the bun as her fiery red hair coiled around her fist.
- If that's the way you want to work your mouth, then..... - Emma spoke with a crooked and haughty smile before..... - Ah!...
Literally plunging Grey's head into her crotch. Through her white underwear, Frost began to rub against her beautiful face, filling that one with even more lust.
- Mnhmmm... - Eventually, the woman's scent overflowed the cup of lust enough for Jean to part her lips.
- Hmm... Not bad, although you prefer cock, you're pretty good with pussy too.... Hmmm...
As Grey's saliva wet the outside of the knickers, so the inside of the knickers became wet with Frost's juices. Gradually the latter got tighter and tighter and she...
- Oh, yeah, lick it all off...
She pulled back the white knickers, allowing Jean's red lips to nestle directly into Emma's light pink ones. But it wasn't limited to those, Frost was cramped in one more place, so she pulled the cups of her corset down, revealing a view of gorgeous size four or five breasts with cold pink nipples just waiting for attention from someone.
- Amnmmm...
But since there were two of them in the room, and Grey was properly busy arching her back, her face burrowing into Emma's girl. The latter had to manage on her own, capturing the nipple with the left one's light pink, almost bottom lips.
- Ahhhhhh... Hmmm...
The sight of the redheaded beauty fondling her pussy relentlessly, almost rolling her green eyes, with her gorgeous arse in full view, brought Emma to orgasm as much as the caresses themselves. Did the fact that she hated Jean play a role? Naturally.
- Ah! Yes! Don't stop, slut!
And Grey could feel it. The more Frost's flavour filled her mouth, the more and more Jean wielded her fingers down below, bringing herself to a second orgasm, until with her tongue....
- Aaahhhh!...
With a loud shriek, Emma's wide hips squeezed Jean's face, causing her to gasp a little. This caused tears to flow from her green eyes, smearing the dirty mascara even more along her ruddy face, which was twisted from her own orgasm.
- Haa... At least some pleasure from slave-A?!
With her legs still holding Frost up, Grey tipped her body over onto the bed. The former tried to take control of the latter by telepathy, but was weak due to her recent bout of pleasure.
- Wow, what a body... - Jean spoke eagerly, clutching at the gorgeous body, squatting down with her knee between Emma's legs.
- What's... Happening...? - Which was abruptly lost in Grey's red eyes.
- Mmm, such a tender pussy, just begging to be pissed on, eh? - Jean ran her green gloved hand over her recently licked lips with filthy appetite. - If I'm in the position I'm in, then..... How about you do it for me?
Enjoying the scent of Frost's body odour, Grey rested her head against Emma's flat tummy before whispering in her ear...
**Peter**
- How does this work? I'm supposed to tell someone, I guess? - Standing at the entrance to the mutant school, I still couldn't believe I'd agreed to Psylocke's gamble.
At least at mutant school, I wouldn't be in danger of fucking anything that moved? Except.
- ...What if they ask me to demonstrate my superpowers? - I think that would be awkward. Although the important thing is that the person checking me out is hot....
And here I am thinking with the wrong head again, haa.....