A Completely Different Day in the X-Harem [pt. IV]

Logan finally moved.

He had been sitting still for far too long, his heavy hand resting on Rogue’s bare thigh, his thick cock hard and slick in her grip. Watching Kurt bounce-fuck the brat into a blissed-out, drooling mess in the center of the room had been the primer, but his animal patience had simply run out.

He leaned in close, his nose brushing her bare shoulder as he took a deep, rough inhale. "'Bout time I take care of you, darlin'," he grunted, his voice a low, confident rumble. "Scent of your pussy's been shovin' its way up my nose."

Her eyes were bright with amusement and heat. "You callin' my snatch smelly, old man?"

Logan gave her hip a rough squeeze and stood up. "Callin' it ready. Up."

Rogue let out a rich, throaty laugh as he hauled her off the cushions. They had been fucking daily for weeks now, and she happily let him manhandle her exactly how he wanted. Logan didn't handle her with any kind of delicate romance. He turned her forcefully into the corner of the couch, shoving her big, curvy body into position. He didn't ask. He just planted her face-first into the upholstery, lifting her thick ass high behind her. Her massive breasts were crushed entirely into the plush velvet cushions, one pale globe squeezed out to the side, the hard nipple dragging tightly against the fabric. Both of her heavy cheeks were exposed and wobbling as he gripped her hips like handles.

It felt like she was getting fucked more than ten times a day, and honestly? It was awesome. For years, she had been starved of physical contact, relegated to miserable nights playing with her own pussy. Now? Getting her thick thighs spread wide and just letting these studs rut away inside her was pure paradise. She obviously loved Logan’s massive, heavy cock, but the truth was, sex was fantastic even with the smaller ones. As a woman, all she had to do was bend over, spread her legs, and take it. The absolute bliss of feeling any real, throbbing dick pound her slick cunt open, culminating in hot jizz spraying deep inside her guts, it was a million times better than anything her own fingers could ever do. Sex was simply amazing.

“Damn, I love this sweet ass” Logan muttered, grabbing, spreading, and squeezing her in a blunt display

Her body wasn’t just flesh anymore; it was a holy mutant womb, eager to take his sacred seed and obey God’s commandment to Make More Mutants. Rogue arched her back, offering herself up to the brutal size of him, giving him a wicked look over her shoulder. “You always this polite in church?”

Logan slapped her ass hard. The sharp sound cracked across the room like a gunshot, both heavy cheeks jiggling violently under his rough palm.

“Mark,” he grunted, his voice thick and hungry.

Rogue’s breath hitched, a hot spike of arousal shooting straight to her core at the sound of the heavy, holy profanity. She arched her spine, offering herself up completely, letting her grin go beautifully loose. “That’s better.”

He knelt behind her, his thick, hairy body crowding heavily over her, and spread her cheeks wide with both hands. Kurt’s pre still slicked her folds, and Logan’s fingers had already opened her up enough that the fat, blunt head of his brutal mutant meat slid through the mess easily. He dragged the thick ridge up and down her slit once, twice, thoroughly coating himself while Rogue pushed back hungrily against his crotch.

“Quit playin’.”

“Bossy.”

“Learned from you.”

He lined up and shoved in.

Rogue’s fingers clawed frantically at the cushions. Logan **** her open with thick, blunt pressure, his massive cock rooted in dark hair, thick veins dragging along her inner walls. She surrendered to the religious experience completely: Mutants are sacred sexual beings and sex was good. This rough, animal rutting was just the highest form of worship. Her pussy visibly swelled around the cockflesh, opening wide to take him. The sheer slickness made the entry filthy enough to draw a deep moan out of her before he was even halfway seated. He did not stop there. He drove in all the way to the root, his hairy thighs slapping heavily against her ass, his big, heavy balls pressing tight to her wet slit while her cunt clenched desperately around the meat.

“Mark,” Logan snarled, his voice a low, gravelly rumble as he buried himself to the hilt.

Logan leaned heavily over her, his hairy chest brushing against her bare back, one thick hand braced firmly on the couch beside her shoulder.

“Yeah,” she breathed.

Then he started fucking her.

He didn't try to match Kurt’s theatrical showmanship. Logan had never needed ceremony. He pulled out and slammed back in with a rough, brutally repetitive rhythm that made Rogue’s breath break against the cushions. He drove into her hard enough to make the couch creak, using her ass as a handle. Each thrust flogged the wobbling fat of both asscheeks against his crotch, while his balls slapped against her wet cunt. The repeated grind of his thick veins and the ridge of his fat cockhead across her pussy’s inner walls sent jagged spikes of heat through her belly.

“Mark... Mark...” Logan grunted, his hips slamming forward like a piston, his thick meat stretching her out with every brutal stroke.

Rogue pushed back hard to meet him, getting completely worked up by the feel of him stretching her. “That all you got, animal?”

Logan snarled, a feral sound vibrating deep in his chest, and hit her harder. One of his hands came around her side, grabbing the heavy breast that was spilling out from under her. He squeezed the soft flesh ruthlessly, kneading it hard enough that it bulged between his thick fingers, his thumb aggressively dragging over her hardened nipple while he pounded her from behind.

“Mark, mark,” he growled directly into her ear, the repetitive, slapping sound of his meat echoing in the suite. “Maaarrrk!”

“Thought so,” she moaned into the cushions, completely losing herself to the relentless, stretching heat of him.

The rest of the room gave up any last pretense of order.

Daisy crawled between Bobby’s legs while he was still mesmerized by Jubilee getting bounce-fucked into a stupor on Kurt’s massive cock. She took his rigid length into her mouth without asking, turning his next quip into a helpless groan. Across the room, Amara rose from her cushions, heat visibly shimmering over her golden skin. She grabbed Piotr by his thick steel cock and dragged the massive Russian to the back of the chaise. He blushed right through his metallic armor as she bent over the velvet armrest and imperiously commanded him to honor her. Piotr obeyed, driving his steel hips into her from behind. The plush upholstery started smoking within ten seconds from her radiating heat, but Amara simply arched her back and loudly commanded him to keep fucking her.

And Kitty finally got sick of Remy staring at Rogue.
She climbed forcefully onto his lap, entirely naked and soaking wet, and grabbed his face firmly between both her hands.

“Me,” she said sharply.

Remy blinked, looking as though she had just violently dragged him out of a fever dream. His glowing red eyes moved slowly from Rogue’s thick ass bouncing under Logan's brutal rhythm, to Kitty’s flushed, demanding face, and then down to the dripping pussy she was lowering toward him.

“Petite,” he said, his voice rough and ragged.

“Focus.”

That actually made him laugh, a short, dark sound. It also made him place both hands firmly on her hips and guide himself smoothly in. Kitty sank onto him with a sharp little cry, her hands clutching his shoulders, her hair falling wild around her face as she started to ride him hard. Remy groaned against her throat, still burning with jealousy, still wounded, but nowhere near stupid enough to ignore the gorgeous girl actively serving herself up in his lap anymore.

At the very center of the suite, Kurt’s rhythm with Jubilee grew relentlessly harder. His tail lifted her high enough to expose his massive cock shining wetly between her legs, then dropped her down hard until his furry balls smacked against her ass. Jubilee shrieked and babbled mindlessly through it all, her eyes rolling completely back in her head as her lithe body shook apart.

Rogue laughed into the cushions, and Logan answered her laugh by sliding one hand under her belly and down between her thighs. His thick fingers easily found her swollen clit. He rubbed her while he fucked her; rough, direct, and completely devoid of any pretty tricks. Just blunt pressure, relentless rhythm, and his thick cock splitting her open from behind.

Rogue’s first orgasm hit fast and hard. Her cunt clenched violently around him, milking the thick veins of his shaft, and she shoved her face deep into the cushions so the moan came out low and muffled. Logan felt it. He always felt it. His hips kept moving, steady and mean, dragging her through the intense aftershocks until her legs physically trembled against the floor.

“Mark me, sugar,” Rogue gasped, her ass shaking under his iron grip.

That pushed Logan right over the edge. His rhythm shortened. His hands clamped down like vices on her hips, his breathing turning into a harsh, ragged pant.

“Mark... Mark... I'm Marking!” Logan roared, his voice dropping into a completely feral snarl. “MAAAAARK!”

He buried himself deep to the hilt and came with a guttural growl. His thick cock jerked violently inside her, pumping hot and hard, filling her holy mutant cunt he had so thoroughly claimed in front of everyone. Mutant cum was sacred, Rogue cooed in her mind in a daze as she came with him again, her body clenching desperately around every single pulse, squeezing him for all he was worth while he ground his hips against her ass. He stayed hard even when the main rush passed, still snarling softly through his teeth, still emptying, his mutant healing factor making everything about him incredibly stubborn, right down to his balls.

Rogue lay there panting heavily, her ass still trembling under his iron grip as the hot flood pooled deep in her guts.

Logan let out a long, ragged exhale, his heavy chest heaving against her back. "Filled you to the brim," he grunted, the feral edge smoothing back into a low, possessive rumble.

Rogue smiled lazily into the velvet cushions, her internal muscles giving his thick shaft one last, affectionate squeeze. "Wasn't about to waste it, old man."

Waste it. The thought almost made her laugh. Logan’s cum was still hot inside her, and she knew, calm as church bells, that mutant seed was never supposed to be wasted. It belonged in mutant pussy. It belonged in wombs. It belonged where More Mutants might begin.

Time bled away in the gilded, pheromone-soaked heat of the suite.

Rogue watched them all through half-lidded eyes, basking in the glorious, filthy chapel Mark had made for them. The X-Men weren’t heroes anymore; they were a pack of sacred beasts, rutting and thrashing in pure mutant joy. On the big round bed, Daisy had ice-form Bobby pinned, riding his frosty cock with ruthless devotion. Frost gathered on her bare thighs where his hands gripped her, but she only rode harder, her hips slamming down with targeted micro-vibrations that shook the mattress and drew helpless, echoing moans from the Iceman.

Over by the divan, Kitty was a feral blur of mutant power and **** heat. Chasing the deepest possible leverage, she had activated her phasing abilities mid-ride. Her entire upper body was phased directly through the Cajun's muscular chest, leaving her ghostly and intangible above the waist while she remained entirely solid below. She was essentially reduced to a pair of tight, frantically jerking hips and a bouncing ass, her thighs literally clipping through his pelvis to sink herself to the absolute hilt. The Cajun was totally lost to the bizarre, intensely intimate sensation of it, his red eyes glowing in the dim light as he pumped his hips upward to meet her relentless, wet slapping.

But the brightest, most violent display of raw mutant worship burned near the ruined chaise. Amara had completely surrendered to her passion, her skin shifting entirely into living, molten rock. She was literally on fire, radiating a blistering heat that would have incinerated the velvet upholstery to ash. But Piotr could handle her. Colossus stood tall in his organic steel form, his massive metal hands gripping Amara’s molten ass to hold her completely suspended off the floor. Her fiery legs were locked around his waist as he fucked her mid-air. The violent, relentless thrusts of his rigid steel cock drew hissing, crackling moans from her fiery lips. The warm ambient light of the suite was entirely drowned out by her glow, the fierce yellow and orange flames reflecting beautifully across Piotr's polished silver chest and arms as he rutted into her with tireless, metallic devotion.

They were all lost to it, a beautiful, writhing mass of sacred mutant flesh, completely given over to the holy command to need and Nightcrawler’s own climax soon arrived.

Jubilee noticed instantly because she was entirely wrapped around him. Her mindless moans hitched. His tail tightened securely under her thighs, and he lowered them both into an absurd, lewd, deep frog-like squat. He had been fucking theatrically for weeks, proudly showing off his body as a mutant stud blessed by Mark, and he made his climax a holy spectacle. He kept her fully impaled while dropping so low that his heavy blue balls actually brushed the marble floor beneath them. His stark white collar was completely crooked now, standing out brightly against the sweat-darkened fur at his throat.

Jubilee whimpered, her body instinctively bracing for the flood as she felt the massive cock swell even thicker inside her.

Kurt’s arms held her incredibly close. “Mark receives.”

He pumped up into her with a series of rapid, jerking strokes.

The very first pulse made her shriek. Kurt’s massive cock jerked violently inside her, but he didn't just hold still. He actively pumped and shook his hips, twerking his glutes as he drove upward, jerking his pelvis like he was trying to shake the last stubborn bits of ketchup out of a bottle. The sheer, deliberate **** of it made his enormous, dangling balls dance and jump wildly beneath her.

And he did not stop. Those huge testicles weren't just for show. The ejaculation went on for at least a full, agonizing minute. He kept giving, thick pulse after thick pulse, each one a massive, heavy load of seed. He unloaded so much that her over-stretched cunt simply couldn't hold it all. The excess cum began to slip out from the tight seal between his cock and her pussy, running down in thick white streams to completely coat his furry balls while he was still actively coming inside her.

Jubilee clung desperately to his hand and screamed herself totally raw, a mindless, ecstatic wail that filled the room. The rest of the X-Men didn't even turn their heads; they were all far too lost in their own relentless fucking to acknowledge the spectacle.

Kurt’s face was blissful, deeply fond, and completely devout as he ground the last few pulses deep into her guts. “Beautiful girl.”

He held her suspended in his tail until his cock finally stopped its relentless jumping. When he lifted her slightly and slipped free, the sound was wet, heavy, and obscene. Cum spilled from her immediately, running in thick white streams down her thighs while his massive shaft softened and slowly drew back toward its protective sheath. The sheath swallowed him gradually, the thick blue organ dropping with an audible, wet slap against his scrotum. Jubilee sagged entirely in his tail, boneless, smiling vacuously, her eyes half shut, a totally ruined toy.

“Rest,” Kurt said softly.

He set her down gently on a pile of large cushions. She flopped onto her back without a fight, legs splayed wide open, completely dead to the world while thick ropes of cum leaked steadily out of her thoroughly used pussy.

Across the room, Logan finally pulled out of Rogue.

His cock came free with a slick, messy sound, and a thick slide of cum immediately followed, running out of Rogue’s open cunt and pooling onto the cushions. She rolled lazily onto her back, her hair wild, cheeks flushed, sliding her feet to the floor as Logan sat back against the couch.