Both of them take her to her to the limit

Alison’s eyes moved from **** to Psylocke. The two of them had her sandwiched between them, penetrating her in unison. Their thrusts jostled her back and forth like a tug of war. Both their appendages felt thick and warm inside her, twitching and pumping with energy. She knew this was a theater of the mind, but all her senses were firing off. It felt real and visceral, being double penetrated and fucked like an animal between the two warring sides. She was so turned on and easily forgot that her free will was on the line.

Betsy was having a hard time concentrating as well. She wielded her psycock like an extension of her body and it was pleasuring her just as much as it was pleasuring Dazzler. She wished this intimate moment between the two of them wasn’t under such dire consequences. She would have rather enjoyed their liaison as a couple instead of a threesome with their possessed former teammate. It pitted her stomach that he looked so much like the beguiling Cajun, yet was so unlike him in attitude and demeanor. In fact, had it been the rugged X-man himself, she might have readily invited their teammate to join them. Instead, they faced his corrupted alter ego, ****.

****’s incarnation gave a malevolent smile. He gazed down on the two X-women as he heartily plowed into Dazzler’s gushing pussy. He was feeding off their sexual energy, giving him more vigor to pump Dazzler senseless. He could sense her resolve fading as her arousal overwhelmed her. Even Psylocke was wavering from the pleasures of their menage-a-trois. **** reached out and caressed Dazzler’s chin. She looked into his eyes with a lost stare, then leaned up to kiss him.

Betsy leaned in and kissed Alison’s neck, drawing her attention. She shared a kiss with the popstar as their bodies continued to mesh together. She reached around from behind and groped Ali’s breasts. Alison gasped, breathing heavily. The warmth of the bodies, the scent of their arousal, the saltiness from their lips were all coming together to send the X-woman off on a mind blowing climax. Her mouth gaped as she let out a long moan, feeling like the earth was moving.

Betsy could feel it too, but it was Alison’s literal mindscape that was shaking. **** continued to fuck the climaxing femme as the world shook around them. Betsy knew that she couldn’t let up or she would lose her friend to the villain. She pumped her hips and grunted. Alison’s muscles tightened around her psychic cock, causing her own body to quiver. She grit her teeth and pushed on.

****’s pace quickened. He was going to pump the remaining free will out of the glittering X-woman. Even Dazzler’s moans of passion were converting into flashes of light, sparkling around like fireworks, growing brighter and brighter with every crescendo of pleasure. **** clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes. Undaunted by the light show, he continued to thrusts his thick, veiny cock into the x-woman’s tender pussy..

Betsy had to close her eyes and stayed with her friend through touch alone. Their bodies undulated together as she fought the urge to climax as well. She wrapped her hand around Ali’s, with their fingers entwined. She pounded into Alison from behind while **** came through the front. The sound of their bodies slapping together overtook the moans. It was hard to tell which side was getting the edge. Everyone was panting heavily as their sweaty bodies slapped into one another. Juices flowed, gasps and moans were exchanged. Betsy felt like she was drowning in sexual energy. She felt Ali squeeze her hand and their lips came together for another kiss. This was too much for Betsy to handle.

“I’m sorry, Alison… I can’t hold on…” she lamented into her teammate’s ear. They had planned to overcome **** by fucking him into submission, but she feared that his influence was too much for the two of them. Alison seemed like she was on the precipice of being lost to him and Betsy was not able to maintain her own discipline. She felt her friend tremble in her arms and the light became blindingly white even through her closed eyes. She remembered feeling the sense of ultimate euphoria as time seemingly stood still.

Then, as her eyes readjusted, she realized she was not in the X-mansion bedchamber anymore. Betsy was sitting, crossed legged, on the floor. Before her was Alison sleeping peacefully in the utilitarian bed she was put in before the mind rescue. She was back to reality.

Betsy stared at Alison’s resting body. She held her breath as it began to stir.

“Alison?” she uttered in a soft whisper.

“Betsy?” Alison replied, rubbing her eyes as if waking from a long sleep.

“How do you feel?” Betsy asked hesitantly.

Alison paused. “It’s gone. The voice is gone!” She looked at Betsy with a wary grin, “I’m not under ****’s control! He’s lost his grip on me!”

Psylocke probed Dazzler’s mind to verify. Her scan found no signs of the dark shadow of ****. She lout out a sigh in relief. “Then he truly is defeated!”

“Oh thank you, Betsy!” Alison cried, climbing out of bed to embrace her friend. They held close, comforting each other. They had beaten **** and escaped.

It was then that Betsy started getting flashbacks to their time in Dazzler’s mind. The body she had been fondling and groping in Alison’s mindscape was in her real life hands out in the physical world. It felt familiar yet foreign at the same time. Alison noted the same sensation as she hugged her friend. Slowly their eyes met, as if for the first time. Alison’s lips parted and Betsy held her breath. They kissed.

It was tender and sensual. Alison crawled up onto the blue clad ninja. Both of them could feel the sexual energy coursing between them. They kissed silently, content to hear the wet smacks of their lips meshing together and pulling apart. Their clothes were the next thing to be pulled apart as they frantically undressed each other to relive their lascivious moments in the other realm. Their clothes piled onto the floor and their bodies piled onto the bed, still kissing and caressing. They twisted and turned, needing no instruction, to form a 69, eating each other’s pussy in unison. They moaned and sucked, eagerly breathing down each other’s snatch.

As they became lost in each other’s bodies, a dark figure casually strolled down the halls outside their hideaway. His glowing red eyes scanned the abandoned passages with no rush. He would find his quarry in due time. They were waiting for him. Soon, he would join them and they would become the first of his many brides. The former X-man Gambit, now ****, moved forward, sensing the sexual energy of the two ladies he was hunting. He grinned a toothy grin as he followed their scent.