More Than Mental(Emma Frost/The White Queen)

Agonizing pain visited the form of one Peter Parker. He had been in the middle of a battle with the Juggernaut, who decided to run through everything, including himself. Eventually, he assisted the X-Men in taking down the unstoppable force, but not before having more than his fair share of bumps and bruises. Bumps and bruises which quite unfortunately laid him up in this hospital room.

He finally work up in the infirmy of the Xavier Institute, feeling quite infirm, no pun intended. The web slinging hero tried to pull himself out of bed, but he found he was in a small amount of pain. His shoulder looked pretty bruised for a second.

"Hello, Mr. Parker."

A seductive, and sultry voice came from around the corner. Peter looked towards the front entrance and saw Emma Frost saunter towards him. She wore what could only be described as a nurse's uniform straight out of a porno. The top half of her blouse had been unbuttoned completely to show her large breasts, and the shirt came up to showcase Emma's firm stomach. Her skirt could only be called that in the most charitable way possible, it was about as short as a belt.

Peter's eyes drew towards her thigh high stockings, and her heels which made her legs go on forever. The web slinger amused himself in thinking this attire was a least a fair bit less scandalous than some of the attire she wore during her days as the White Queen in the Hellfire Club.

"How are you feeling?" Emma asked.

Peter really hoped she didn't look him over too thoroughly. At least this proved there was something in him which was not completely out of commission. Peter tried to think of the Blob in his underwear, but his conscious thought kept coming towards Emma.

A stethoscope hung between Emma's breasts and drew Peter's attention towards her cleavage. It was very difficult not to have his attention drawn to those wonderful round orbs of flesh. Emma sat on the bed, her stocking clad thigh this close to Peter.

'Oh, god, the Juggernaut didn't kill me, but I think she's trying to finish the job by giving me a stroke.'

Every single man with a pulse had thoughts about the former White Queen, and what they would have liked to do to her, if they had been allowed.

"I feel a bit sore," Peter said.

"You're tense aren't you?" Emma asked. "Your muscles are sizing up. You feel as light amount of stiffness in certain areas of her body."

She empathized the word stiffness so much, Peter knew she was fully aware what she was doing. And why wouldn't she be? She was Emma Frost, one of the most cunning women he ever had to deal with. She might have moved to the side of heroes, technically speaking, but she was capable of bending the rules more than most, and also getting the information she needed to help stop the villains.

"Let me check your heart rate."

Emma pressed her hand on Peter's chest and slowly ran her hand over it. She put the stethoscope up against Peter's chest to list in for his heart beat. Her hand rested on his abs, but thankfully didn't drift further sound. A long and anxious moment passed when Emma leaned in.

"Your heart beat is a little quick, but it's to be expected," Emma said. "After all, your excitement has been heightened today, hasn't it?"

Emma leaned closer in, and Peter could see the lacy white bra of the top. He longed to touch those round juicy breasts, squeezing them hard, but he must not. They were forbidden.

It was almost like he was Adam, and she was the snake, tempting him with the fruit he knew he shouldn't touch. But he needed to touch it so badly.

"From your battle with the Juggernaut," she said. "Why don't you sit up and I can release some of the tension in your body?"

Peter wondered if this was going to end the way he thought it would. He remembered he was a telepath and knew she heard everything. He tried to recite the periodic table in his head, but he was having trouble remembering it, with Emma leaning against his bare back.

And her breasts pressed against him when her slender hands worked a knot in Peter's neck. Slowly, Emma rubbed the back of Peter's neck. Her breasts smashed against his back when rubbing the back of his neck.

"Work out all of this tension that's been building up inside of you. You haven't had a chance to release it until now, have you?"

Peter closed his eyes. He could almost feel Emma's smile creeping to the back of his neck. The goddess right next to him licked behind his ear briefly. It was so fleeting, Peter almost thought he imagined it.

Emma danced all the way down towards Peter's abs and slipped underneath the covers. Peter remembered he was completely naked underneath the covers. The web slinger closed his eyes.

"You can't deny you have a lot of tension to unleash, don't you?"

"No, I can't," Peter said.

Emma stopped massaging his back, because there was another area which needed a lot of tension. The wicked older woman leaned closer towards Peter and gave him a kiss.

It had been a long time since she played around with a young stud, and blew their mind. Most of the time, it was just that, Emma Frost blowing their mind because they didn't last long. However, she didn't deal with any ordinary man, she dealt with the Amazing Spider-Man.

Beyond amazing in fact, the White Queen's fist gripped around Peter's throbbing tool and she pushed it down to the base of his cock. She slowly, and sensually gave him a hand job.

"It's not wise to let all of this tension be untreated, Mr. Parker," Emma said. "Those silly little girls on this team didn't think to help you out. You think Kitty would have jumped at the opportunity to jump on your cock, but, she doesn't know what to do with a real man."

The antognoistic relationship between Kitty and Emma was something Peter knew all about. His hard cock throbbed inside of the grip of the White Queen. Emma pumped him up and down, making his hard cock expand in her hand. Slowly, she pulled the sheets back.

"And there is a small amount of swelling as well," Emma said.

"No kidding," Peter said.

"Yes, but moisture helps alleviate any swelling," Emma said. "As I will hopefully demonstrate."

Her lips wrapped around Peter's hard cock head, leaving a blue lipstick mark around it when she slid down his pole. Peter hesitated, he didn't want to jump the gun. He could see Emma's icy blue eyes look up towards him. Her hands rested on his abdomen when she sucked his cock very hard.

'Grab my hair and fuck my face,' Emma thought. 'Stop being a gentleman, and treat me like your whore.'

Peter didn't deny her what she wanted. Two hands rested on Emma's golden blonde hair. He pushed his cock deep inside of the mouth of the sexy older woman. He pulled almost out of her mouth and then pushed into her.

"So hot!"

Emma smiled, she certainly hoped so. She had to put in a lot of work to maintain appearances. And she knew exactly what Peter wanted, how he liked his cock sucked, how he liked to be pleasured with a side trip into his mind. Her hands groped Peter's throbbing hard balls and gave them a squeeze.

She wanted his cum, but for now, she settled on teasing him. Emma's fingers danced on the underside of Peter's balls and squeezed them.

Intense, like nothing Peter ever felt in his life. He wanted nothing more than to bury his rod, along with his seed inside of Emma's waiting, warm mouth. She held him back though, squeezing the base of his cock. It was pure torture trying to push his cock into the back of her mouth. Emma's warm throat stretched around Peter's engorged cock.

"Not, yet," Emma said. "We don't want to release it too quickly."

Emma climbed up to a kneeling position on the bed and then crawled on top of Peter. She removed the fabric of her panties from her pussy with one movement. She turned so Peter could see her smooth snatch, and how wet it was. She slowly grinded against Peter's rock hard cock.

"You want to be inside, don't you?" Emma asked. "You want to relieve the tension inside of those thick balls, don't you?"

Both question didn't need an answer. Emma undid the rest of her top and pulled her bra off. Two mouth-watering breasts came out in front of Peter's line of sight. He had been drawn to the fleshy wonders. Hunger danced in his mind and his body. He had to have those round breasts. He needed to squeezed them.

"Touch them, they belong to you."

Peter grabbed one of the succulent orbs and squeezed them. Emma moaned lightly, feeling Peter's hands all over her. She entered his mind briefly and felt the pleasure. The former Hellfire Club member wasn't going to lie, it made her tingle to think he wanted her so much.

Her hot center was prepped and ready to go. Emma wanted to drive her slick walls down onto his rock hard cock and push him into her body. She wanted to ride him to the edge.

"Squeeze them, oh suck them!" Emma moaned into his ears. "Make them yours, right before I fuck you. Right before I slip my naughty cunt all over your big cock. Right before I ride you into submission."

The sultry woman rolled her hips over Peter's engorged manhood. He closed his eyes and could feel himself easing closer towards her center. Emma's wet lips grinded against Peter and slowly, but surely started to coax his throbbing cock inside of her.

"We're so close now," Emma said. "So, close."

Emma pushed her warm lips down onto Peter. Finally, Peter grabbed Emma and held her firmly. She looked towards him, a half-innocent, half devious smile on her face.

"Enough playing around," Peter said. "I'm going to take your pussy, and fuck it now, and there's nothing you can do about it. Do you hear me? There's nothing you can do about it."

Emma lowered her moist center down onto Peter's rock hard cock. She could feel it enter her very fast and fast quick. Her wet walls closed around Peter and rose up. She brought his cock into her body.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me raw!" Emma breathed.

She bounced up a little bit higher and brought her snug pussy around Peter's engorged cock. His hands rested on her lower back and encouraged her.

"Don't neglect my tits, please," Emma begged him.

The White Queen begging, boy, Peter never thought he would see the day as long as he lived. He accepted her begging by leaning in and grabbing her bouncing chest. Two round breast protruded and found their way into Peter's hands. He squeezed them bouncing, juicy orbs hard.

"Yes!" Emma panted. "Squeeze them hard!"

Peter molded her breasts in his hand and Emma responded by rising up and slamming down onto him. Her body reacted when she vigorously pounded herself.

She came in here ,willing to get off, and Emma Frost got more than she bargained for. His hands were very able. Those little girls wouldn't have known what to do with him. Their minds would have been blown, and hell Emma, she leaned back and inhaled him. Her mind had been blown just as well.

Emma drove herself down onto Peter's prick. She did a pretty good job at working the tension both of them shared out. He gripped her hard around the hips and allowed her to lower down onto him.

"You got more than you bargained for, didn't you?"

The beautiful sight of Emma Frost bouncing up and down on Peter's cock spurred him to go deeper inside. This woman was pure sex on two legs, even without her mental abilities. Peter held onto her breasts and squeezed them hard. His hands stuck firmly to them and released them.

Emma closed her eyes and the sensory pleasures inside of her body had been lit on fire. Her wet walls stretched around Peter's cock and dropped down onto the base of his manhood. She nodded in response.

"You're better than I expected," Emma thought. "And we've all dreamed about what it would be like to get saved, and webbed up by Spider-Man, before he takes his big cock inside of us and drills us."

Emma unloaded a fantasy she had about Spider-Man in Peter's mind. His cock throbbed at the very thought. So sultry, so naughty, and it was wrong on at least a couple of moral levels, but it was very hard. Using his webbing in that way, well Peter had no idea. All he could think about was Emma driving her loins down onto him.

"Maybe on another day though," Emma said. "But, you're better…..I'm yours, any time you want me, or my pussy."

His fingers touched her clit and it set more pleasure through Emma. The busty telepath drove herself on Peter's hard cock. She stretched him down inside of her and then dropped down onto his manhood.

"And I need you deep inside of my pussy!" Emma yelled. "Do you feel that tension going away?"

"A little bit," Peter said.

"Well, there will be more than a little bit gone, when I'm done with you," Emma said. "Why don't we take a load off of your mind?"

Emma slowly caressed Peter's frontal lobe with her telepathic thoughts, and stimulated his pleasure centers. Peter dug his fingers into her hips, leaving scratch marks over him. Emma didn't reprimand him, rather the beauty just kept riding Peter's cock.

'Or a load from somewhere else.'

Her warm pussy proved to be a very tempting spot for Peter to empty his load. He tried to keep his thoughts, tried to enjoy her orgasm. And she gave quite the vocal one.

Emma leaned down and kissed Peter firmly on the lips. Her tongue fucked his tonsils just as much as her body slammed down onto his cock. Two could play that game, as Peter grabbed the back of Emma's hair and jammed his tongue into her mouth.

The tangling of bodies was going to lead to the exchange of fluids. Emma worked Peter's pole with practiced ease. She did several dry runs in her mind, and was feeding off his thoughts about what he wanted to do. Plus, adding a flare of her own. If Emma had her way, and most of the time she did, Peter was going to have the best damn orgasm possible.

Peter dropped onto the bed. Emma rose her hips up and worked them down onto Peter's massive rod. How far did she stretch around him? Peter lost count of how many times she dropped and lowered on him. Every time though, his cock had been hugged.

Minutes passed, maybe even hours. Peter didn't really tend to the time when he could focus on Emma's body. Focus on molding every one of her sensual, womanly curves into his liking.

"Yes, yes, harder!" Emma yelled. "You're almost done, I can feel it."

She could feel the stress in his mind of holding back. Emma put all of herself into her vaginal muscles and squeezed onto Peter.

"You're a man, you're more than a man!" Emma yelled. "Release that tension, let it go. Shoot it into my slutty pussy! It's hungry for your cum!"

No man could resist Emma Frost for very long, not even a Spider-Man. Peter tightened his grip around Emma's thighs and slammed deep inside of her body. Her pussy stretched and allowed Peter to gain access to her womb. His thick balls slammed against Emma's wet pussy. Her pussy closed down onto Peter and ensnared him, squeezing him as hard as possible.

"Yes, make me feel really good!" Emma begged him. "Cum in me hard!"

Peter wasn't going to hold back for her, not for a second. His balls clenched and released their seed inside of her wet pussy. His cum splattered her insides. Every single spurt of his balls shot more cum inside of Emma's waiting, gripping pussy.

Emma closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of Peter filling her up. She enjoyed this thick cum coating the insides of her body. The waves of pleasure continued. Every single inch of Emma's body shook in pure erotic passion.

She rose up from Peter, and watched when his cock, deflating slightly, left her body.

"Get plenty of rest, and I'll return later for a follow up."

Emma got dressed, and turned around, making sure Peter got a nice, long look at her ass in the short skirt before leaving.

"Looking forward to it."

It turned out Emma needed her tension relieved just as much Peter did hers. And she could not wait to sample his huge cock.

And maybe in a few more positions, over a few more surfaces, just to ensure she got the full Spider-Man experienced. She needed a shower.

Get clean and return in a few hours for more wholesome, dirty, sticky fun.

End.