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

For all of ten seconds, Logan looked finished.

He pulled out of Rogue and dropped heavily against the back of the couch, his chest rising beneath its mat of dark hair while the last tension worked its way out of his shoulders. His cock hung wet and mostly spent over his balls, still streaked with Rogue, and the old man seemed content to sit there and breathe.

Rogue had no intention of moving either. She rolled onto her back and let the couch take her weight, stretching one arm above her head until damp streaks of white hair stuck to her cheek and neck. The movement sent one of her breasts spilling sideways across the cushion, its enormous soft weight flattening slightly under itself and leaving the broad dusty-rose areola exposed, her nipple still hard from all the rubbing and grabbing it had taken. Her waist seemed even smaller when she lay like this, squeezed between the abundance of her chest and the wide flare of her hips, while her ass sank deep into the velvet and her thighs remained lazily open.

Logan’s cum had already begun working its way out of her. Rogue felt the first warm thread slipping across her swollen folds, caught it with two fingers and rubbed it slowly back over herself. Going any deeper sounded like a fine way to turn pleasant soreness into something she would regret, so she contented herself with grazing her clit and spreading the mess around her pussy while the little contractions inside her gradually quieted.

Kurt’s sermon had left behind more than words. Mutant cum was sacred. Mutant pussy was holy. The heat between Rogue’s thighs, the ache Logan had left inside her, even the involuntary squeeze that answered the touch of her fingers all felt like pieces of the same truth. None of it struck her as something she had been talked into believing. It had settled farther down than belief, into that unquestioned place where a person kept the facts that explained the world.

Sex was good. Mutant bodies were sacred. Making More Mutants was Mark’s commandment.

Considering what everybody else was doing, the room was putting on a mighty persuasive demonstration.

Bobby and Daisy had migrated to the middle of the round bed at some point. Daisy was facedown beneath him, her head and shoulders shoved into a disorderly mound of cream pillows, dark hair spilling out around them while her breasts were flattened beneath her chest. Her legs were pressed tightly together, which left her round ass raised only slightly behind her, but Bobby had apparently found enough room to work with. He lay along her back in full ice form, translucent knees braced outside her legs and his frozen pelvis fitted tightly against her.

Daisy endured a few more strokes before one hand came out from beneath the pillows and slapped the mattress.

“Bobby, stop. Pull out.”

He stopped immediately, although the puzzled tilt of his crystalline head suggested this was not the reaction he had expected. “Too much?”

Daisy lifted her face just far enough to get one eye clear of the pillows. “Not a Twilight fan. Not really feelin’ the cold, stone-hard vampire dick. Get that popsicle out of my pussy, please.”

Rogue’s laugh surprised a sore little clench out of her cunt. Beside her, Logan gave a grunt that might have been amusement.

Bobby looked genuinely offended. “First of all, I don’t sparkle. Second, I feel like you could have mentioned this before the threat level reached vampire.”

“I was gathering data and if you don’t pull out right now, I’m going to find the resonant frequency of your entire lower body and shake you into shaved ice.”

That got him moving.

His frozen cock slid from between Daisy’s compressed ass cheeks, leaving her pussy visibly clenching in the narrow space between her thighs. Almost at once the ice retreated over Bobby in a blue-white wash. Crystal softened into pale flesh, his translucent body becoming lean muscle again until the erection between his legs was his usual fleshy eight inches rather than an ice sculpture dildo a whole size bigger.

She could understand wanting a little extra size as well as a little cold right then. Logan had left her skin hot enough that an ice cube dragged over her stomach would probably have felt wonderful. Actually putting a frozen cock inside herself sounded about as appealing as licking a pump handle in January.

Bobby rubbed the now-human head between Daisy’s folds. “Better?”

Daisy pushed her hips backward against him, impatient enough that the answer hardly needed saying. “Put it back and I’ll give you the full review.”

“There she is. Constructive criticism.”

“Drake.”

“Putting it back.”

He did. With Daisy’s thighs still squeezed tightly together, Bobby had to ease himself into her instead of simply thrusting home. Her ass tightened beneath his abdomen as the warm shaft worked deeper, and the tension went out of her body by degrees until his hips finally settled against her. The long, satisfied sound she made disappeared almost completely into the pillows.

Bobby smiled against the back of her shoulder. “That sounded promising.”

“It means you can keep going. Don’t make me regret encouraging you.”

His answer was to draw almost all the way out and push back in with a slow roll of his hips. Daisy gave him three strokes before retaliating with her own power. Rogue could not see the vibration so much as see what it did to Bobby. His back tightened, his fingers dug into Daisy’s hip, and whatever smart remark he had been preparing came apart into a helpless groan as a controlled tremor buzzed through the woman’s pelvis and closed around his cock.

Daisy’s muffled laugh came from somewhere under the pillows. “Better?”

Bobby stayed still for a moment, apparently reorganizing his thoughts. “I withdraw several previous objections.”

“Good. Now fuck me.”

Bobby planted one hand beside her buried head, got a secure grip on her hip with the other, and began driving into her in earnest. Daisy’s body rocked beneath his, her breasts dragging heavily against the sheets while her ass trembled under the steady impact of his hips. Every so often another pulse of vibration went through her and Bobby lost whatever joke he had been about to make.

Rogue watched them for another few strokes before her attention wandered toward the low lounger across the room.

Naturally, it found Remy.

Her lover knelt between Kitty’s legs with his back turned partly toward Rogue, which gave her a view she rarely got to enjoy properly. His shoulders narrowed into a lean waist, and below that his ass flexed beautifully as he fucked Kitty, every smooth drive of his hips making the muscle gather and release.

Rogue let her fingers make another lazy circle over her clit.

Remy was still her man. Nothing about the sight of his cock buried in Kitty made that fact feel threatened or diminished. If anything, Kurt’s sermon had stripped the whole question down until Rogue wondered why people had ever made it complicated. She loved Remy. Remy loved her. Sex was good. Bodies were meant to give pleasure. None of that required his cock to sit around gathering dust whenever Rogue felt like climbing onto Logan.

Besides, she enjoyed making Gambit jealous far too much to pretend otherwise.

There was something wonderfully wicked about the look Remy got when another man had her. Rogue knew every shade of it by now. The possessive irritation, the heat underneath, the wounded pride fighting with the undeniable fact that watching another man stretch her open got him hard enough to hammer nails. She had seen all of it on his face while Logan fucked her, and apparently Kitty was now receiving the accumulated consequences.

Kitty lay completely solid on her back with her ass at the edge of the lounger. Her legs ran straight up Remy’s torso, calves pressed against his chest and bare feet framing his face while he held them there with one arm. His other hand gripped the generous curve of her hip.

From the waist up, Kitty looked sleek and compact. Her breasts sat high on her narrow chest, genuinely small compared with Rogue’s abundance, and they moved in tight little jolts rather than the heavy rolling bounce Rogue was accustomed to dealing with. Her stomach remained flat and taut beneath them, narrowing into a tiny waist.

Below that, Kitty’s body changed its mind entirely.

Her hips flared wide beneath the narrow torso and flowed into a high, round ass that filled Remy’s hand. Rogue found the contrast almost obscene. Her own body advertised its intentions from fifty feet away. There was no surprise to Rogue. She was tits, waist, hips, thighs and ass in unapologetically excessive quantities. Kitty looked like a dancer until the eye reached her hips and discovered somebody had grafted a pinup girl onto the bottom half.

Remy withdrew until scarcely more than the head remained inside her.

Kitty’s folds clung wetly around Remy as he drew back. He rolled forward again, not simply thrusting but angling his pelvis upward at the end of the motion, and Kitty’s fingers tightened around the sides of the lounger.

“Oh. Yeah,” Kitty breathed. “Keep doing that.”

Remy turned his head and kissed the inside of her ankle, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Thought you might like that.”

“Don’t get smug. Just keep doing it.”

He folded her farther, pushing Kitty’s legs toward her chest until her feet slid behind his shoulders. The adjustment lifted her ass almost entirely from the cushion and opened her directly toward him. Remy leaned over her and shortened his strokes, keeping the upward angle Kitty wanted while increasing the speed until the lounger began to shift almost imperceptibly across the marble.

Kitty gave a broken little sound and reached down to catch his wrist. “Yes. Right there. Keep doing exactly that.”

Mark above, that man had a gorgeous ass.

Rogue rarely got such a convenient view. When Remy fucked her face-to-face, she was usually distracted by his chest, his mouth and those impossible red eyes. When he took her from behind, the relevant scenery was unfortunately pointed the wrong way. From here, she could watch every movement.

His ass tightened when he drove into Kitty, softened slightly when he withdrew, then clenched again as his hips rolled forward. The motion traveled all the way down through the tendons of his thighs and back up the narrow line of his waist. Even when he was fucking hard, Remy somehow put just enough finesse into the movement to make it look practiced without making it look mechanical.

Rogue realized her fingers had fallen into the same rhythm.

Remy noticed too.

He looked across the room from between Kitty’s raised legs and caught Rogue sprawled on the couch with Logan’s cum shining between her thighs. His gaze stayed there for a moment, watching her fingers spread the white mess over her swollen pussy, then moved slowly upward over her hips and waist until it reached the enormous breast lying against the cushion.

There it was again, that little shadow behind his eyes.

Rogue smiled at him with deliberate sweetness and slipped two fingertips just inside herself.

Remy’s jaw set and the next thrust drove Kitty several inches up the lounger.

“Jesus, Remy!”

“Sorry, petite.”

Beside her, Logan inhaled deeply through his nose. Logan’s attention had sharpened, and when she followed his gaze she found him watching Kitty.

Well. Of course he was.

Even from across the suite, Logan could probably smell every shift in Kitty’s arousal. Whatever Remy was doing with that clever upward curve had her slick enough that Rogue could see the shine from the couch.

Something heavy stirred in the corner of Rogue's vision. She glanced down and found Logan’s cock already twitching back to life.

Rogue gave a low, amused laugh. “Kitty catch your attention?”

Logan’s eyes never left the lounger. “Caught my nose.”

His healing factor had hardly given him time to soften. Blood was already returning to the thick shaft, lifting it slowly away from his balls while he watched Remy work between Kitty’s legs. Logan wrapped one hand around himself and gave two slow, rough strokes.

Rogue shook her head, smiling. The man really did not have an off switch.

At the far side of the room, Piotr and Amara had dealt with her tendency to lite furniture on fire by abandoning it altogether.

Piotr stood behind her in his steel form, holding Amara completely off the floor in a standing full nelson. His enormous metal arms hooked beneath her knees and forced her thighs upward and back until they were folded alongside her ribs, her knees nearly level with her shoulders. His hands clasped behind her head, locking the position tight and leaving her doubled almost in half against his chest.

The pose compressed her voluptuous body into an obscene display. Amara’s heavy molten breasts were shoved outward between her own thighs and Piotr’s steel forearms, squeezed so tightly that their glowing weight bulged around the metal. Her currently glowing semblance of a face was forced down between them, nose nearly buried in the hot cleft of her cleavage, while her broad hips and heart-shaped ass remained suspended in front of Piotr’s pelvis.

Fire and steel pressed nakedly together from shoulder to heel.

Amara’s orange-red body glowed against Piotr’s huge polished silver chest, heat shimmering where her back met him. Flames licked through her hair and curled across his shoulders without harming him, while sparks snapped and scattered wherever her molten skin rubbed against his steel arms.

Piotr had pulled out while repositioning her, leaving his transformed cock hanging between her spread thighs. In steel form, it barely resembled human anatomy. There was no distinct head, no veins, no taper, only a thick, perfectly uniform cylinder of living metal extending from his pelvis, smooth and machined-looking from base to blunt end. A steel piston more than a cock.

Amara managed to look down past the breasts crushed beneath her face and shifted impatiently in his grip. “Piotr. Put it back.”

He bent his knees just enough to bring the blunt end beneath her, aligned it with her literally ‘on fire’ pussy, and pushed upward.

The smooth cylinder entered with steady pressure until his steel pelvis met the glowing underside of her ass. Amara moaned into her own cleavage, flames flaring brighter through her hair as Piotr began to move.

Once he had her securely locked in place, the careful entry gave way to the tremendous controlled strength Rogue associated with Colossus. His legs and abdomen drove the steel piston straight up into her while his arms held her folded helplessly against him, thighs pinned back, breasts squeezed between flesh and metal. Every thrust lifted her molten ass against his pelvis and dragged her glowing body over his polished chest, fire flashing against steel while sparks skittered harmlessly across the marble below.

“Faster,” Amara gasped.

Piotr obliged.

The rhythm picked up immediately, his smooth metal cock pumping through her with machine-like precision while Amara began meeting every thrust, hips chasing him whenever he withdrew and dropping hard against him when he drove back inside.

Rogue smiled to herself.

Amara always carried herself as though Nova Roma had appointed her personally to preserve the dignity of classical civilization. Apparently civilization had a steel Russian piston fucking it senseless tonight.

Logan got to his feet and started heading towards Remy and Kitty. As he strolled naked, Rogue registered the four naked Markandan attendants positioned around the suite.

Zola knelt near the foot of the bed with her thighs open, while Nala crouched nearer the divan and the other two attendants watched from opposite sides of the room. All four naked Markandan women gleamed with oil beneath the lights, their eyes following the action while their hands moved lazily between their own thighs.

Rogue had not noticed them before, but that hardly meant anything in this room. With telepaths quietly deciding what did and did not deserve attention, people had a way of appearing only when somebody wanted them noticed.

The women were recording through the computers in their heads, living cameras feeding whatever they saw into the Markandan network. Rogue understood that much. She tried not to think too hard about the fact that she had the same damn machinery sitting inside her own skull now.

Zola’s gaze stayed fixed on Remy and Kitty while two fingers idly stroked her own pussy.

Rogue glanced down at herself, naked and spread open with Logan’s cum still shining on her fingers.

Millions of people might eventually see this.

The thought didn’t embarrass her.

Why should it?

This was not pornography. It was testimony.

Logan crossed the suite without paying the attendants the slightest attention.

Kitty noticed him only when his shadow fell across the lounger.

She turned her head. “Logan?”

Remy glanced over his shoulder too, but Logan was already reaching down. One thick arm went around Kitty’s waist.

Kitty’s eyes widened. “Logan, seriously? I’m in the middle of something.”

“Can see that.”

Kitty came straight off Remy’s cock with a wet slurp, her legs slipping from around his shoulders while a shining strand stretched briefly between her pussy and the head of Gambit’s cock before snapping across his thigh.

Remy sat back on his heels and stared at the suddenly empty space in front of him.

“Mais, what de hell, homme?”

Kitty gave Logan’s forearm an annoyed slap. “Put me down. I was using him.”

Logan did put her down, though not where she had been. He planted her on her feet beside the round bed and turned her toward the mattress.

Behind them, Remy gave an irritated laugh. “You really gonna keep doin’ this, homme? See somethin’ you want and just pull it off another man’s cock?”

Logan looked back at him while his erection finished thickening and hardening in the air before his belly. He caught the shaft in one hand and gave it a casual slap into his palm.

“Mine’s bigger, Cajun. Get over it.”

Remy stared at him.

Rogue burst out laughing.

Kitty looked over her shoulder at Logan. “You know asking is still an option, right?”

“Didn’t need to.”

Kitty sighed, but when Logan nudged one ankle outward with his foot, she spread her stance for him. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Been told.”

Behind them, Remy shook his head and gave a humorless little laugh. “Every damn time, homme. Soon as you get that thing hard, everybody else supposed to clear the field for de Wolverine.”

From the couch, Rogue crooked a finger at him.

“Quit sulkin’, baby. Ah got somethin’ else needs doing.”

Remy looked toward her.

His eyes went first to Rogue’s face, then inevitably dropped between her spread thighs. Logan’s cum still gleamed across her pussy, some of it coating the fingers she had been using on herself.

His outrage lost a little momentum.

Rogue smiled. “There. Knew Ah could cheer you up.”

Remy gave her a dark look as he got to his feet, his erection bobbing wetly in front of him. “Don’t flatter yourself, chère. A man can be pissed off and hard at the same time.”

“Looks like you’re managing.”

“Yeah, well. Logan pulls petite right off my cock, then I turn around and find you grinnin’ at me covered in his mess. Hell you expect?”

Rogue opened her thighs a little wider.

Remy’s gaze dropped again, lingering despite himself.

His expression became considerably more complicated.

Rogue knew exactly what was happening behind those red eyes. Remy was still pissed at Logan for hauling Kitty off his cock, but that only made the rest of it hotter. Somewhere along the way, Rogue had discovered that she liked seeing that possessive little flare in him, liked knowing he was watching another man leave her pussy stretched and dripping, liked the way jealousy sharpened his face even while his cock betrayed how much the whole thing turned him on.

If there was one worthwhile discovery to come out of this bizarre little sexual purgatory, it was that apparently they both had a taste for this.

Well, that and this little ole Wakanda-tech power fixin’ necklace.

Rogue’s fingers brushed it automatically at her throat before drifting back down between her thighs. Being able to touch Remy whenever she wanted, fuck him whenever she wanted, and then grin at him while Logan’s cum slipped out of her was still enough to make some giddy part of her feel like she had cheated the universe.

Logan, already positioning Kitty at the edge of the round bed, glanced over his shoulder. “Quit bitchin’, Cajun. Go churn my load in Rogue.”

Remy stopped just long enough to look genuinely insulted. “You know, homme, most people would at least pretend they were asking before giving another man instructions about what to do with his own woman.”

Rogue crooked two fingers at him. “You can argue about ownership from over here just as easy, sugar. Ah’m gettin’ cold.”

That brought him the rest of the way across the room. When he stopped between her thighs, the view up close seemed to erode what remained of his objections. Rogue deliberately dragged two fingers through the mess Logan had left between her folds, gathered a creamy streak across them, and rubbed it lazily around her clit while Remy watched.

“You get a kick outta rubbin’ it in, don’t you?” Remy said.

Rogue blinked up at him. “Rubbin’ what in?”

“That sweet little smile while you sit there covered in another man’s mess.”

Rogue’s smile widened. “If Ah looked guilty, would it help?”

“No.”

“Then Ah might as well enjoy myself.”

She reached down and closed her hand around his cock. Remy inhaled softly as she pulled him closer, then dragged the swollen head through the slippery mess coating her pussy. Logan’s seed smeared across Remy’s shaft in white streaks, gathering beneath the foreskin when Rogue rolled the head over her clit and pushed him against herself.

Remy looked down at what she was doing, then back at her. “Don’t go foolin’ yourself, chère. I ain’t doin’ this because Wolverine barked at me.”

“Course not. You’re just standin’ exactly where he told you to.”

His red eyes narrowed. “Keep pushin’, woman. See where it gets you.”

Rogue laughed and guided him into herself.

Remy entered with one smooth thrust. He was smaller than Logan, but eight inches of mutant cock was still plenty of warm, hard meat. Rogue’s pussy closed around him gratefully, squeezing his shaft while the first plunge drove Logan’s cum back into her. A sticky white ring formed at Remy’s base before his balls slapped her ass.

He settled into a rhythm that was quicker than Logan’s without becoming frantic. Remy always fucked with his whole body, his hips rolling at the end of each thrust so that the curve of his cock dragged upward through Rogue before he withdrew again. Tonight there was an edge to it, a little extra force beneath all that finesse, and Rogue knew perfectly well where it came from.

She loved the jealousy almost as much as she loved the man.

Each stroke stirred Logan’s cum inside her and brought more of it foaming around Remy’s shaft. Rogue’s breasts moved heavily across her chest as he worked, one flattened partly against her upper arm while the other bounced free, and her ass sank deeper into the couch whenever he drove forward.

Behind him, Kitty’s voice rose sharply.

“Logan, easy.”

Rogue looked past Remy’s shoulder.

Logan had Kitty bent over the mattress, her dark hair spilling forward while he stood between her spread legs. He dragged the broad head of his cock once through the wetness Remy had left behind.

“You’re already warmed up.”

Kitty turned her head enough to look back at him. “That doesn’t make you any smaller.”

Logan pushed forward.

Whatever else Kitty might have said vanished into a gasp. Her fingers clutched at the bedding as he forced himself into her, and Rogue watched the strain travel through Kitty’s compact body. Remy had left her wet and relaxed, but Logan stretched her wider, making her back tighten and her high ass press backward into his hips.

“Oh, Mark,” Kitty breathed when she found her voice again. “You could still try easing into it.”

Logan grunted. “I am.”

Kitty stared back at him for a beat.

“Right. Forgot who I was talking to.”

Kitty phased both hands through the mattress when Logan began moving in earnest, anchoring herself against the force of his strokes. Logan noticed almost immediately.

“Cheatin’.”

Kitty looked back at him in disbelief. “You walked over here and stole me off another man’s dick.”

“Still cheatin’.”

“You know what? File a complaint.”

Remy’s attention returned to Rogue when she pulled him down into a kiss. He tasted of wine and sweat, with that faint smoky edge she always associated with him, and his mouth moved with the same confidence as the rest of him. Even while kissing her, his hips never entirely lost their rhythm. When Rogue finally let him lift his head, his forehead rested against hers for a moment before he resumed the harder pace.

One of the Markandan attendants shifted beside the couch.

Rogue only really noticed Zola when the woman came close enough to touch her. She moved onto one knee, lifted Rogue’s hanging leg with practiced care, and settled it across her shoulder, opening Rogue wider for Remy without disrupting his rhythm.

The new angle changed everything enough to make Rogue suck in a breath.

Remy felt it too. He glanced down between them, then toward Zola, whose gaze remained steadily fixed on his cock disappearing into Rogue.

"Looks like she wants a better view, yea?"

Rogue followed his eyes. Zola’s expression remained composed, though one hand rested lightly on Rogue’s calf while the other disappeared between her own thighs. If Zola was looking between her legs, then the people could see Remy’s cock pumping into her, could watch Logan’s cum frothing around the base, could see Rogue’s tits moving and the lazy satisfaction on her face while one lover stirred another lover’s seed inside her.

Rogue moaned and tightened around him.

"Then give her somethin' worth watchin'."