Chapter 5

Jean woke up in an unfamiliar room, wearing a skimpy black nightgown, unsure of how or when she got there. It was a luxurious bedroom -- wherever she was, the owner certainly had money. As she came out of her daze, she tried to remember how she'd ended up there. There was a vague memory of fighting a huge monster of a man alongside... some other people... who were they, again? Why couldn't she remember?

Her questions were answered when Emma Frost, her White Queen, stepped into the room. She'd lost consciousness on their voyage to New York, where they were to be married.

"Thank goodness, you're awake," Emma said, giving Jean a warm, loving smile. Jean responded with a warm smile of her own as everything fell into place. She knew, without a doubt, who she was and who she was with -- Emma Frost. The love of her life. The most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She recalled their life together, and the vague memories of those people she fought alongside faded away completely.

Emma, clad in a white nightgown almost identical to the one Jean was wearing, sat down on the couple's large bed and embraced Jean, letting Jean's head rest against her chest. "I've been so worried these past few weeks."

"Emma... where are we...?" Jean asked.

"We're in New York, my love," Emma answered, her voice sweet and calming. "You lost consciousness at sea several weeks ago. But we're here now, in our new home."

"So we can finally..." Jean uttered, smiling.

"We can finally get married. We can start our life here. We'll rebuild the Hellfire Club the way we've always wanted to, as its Queens."

Emma smiled. Somewhere along the line, after spending so much time building and carrying out her psychic affair with Jean, she had fallen in love with her; the idea of rebuilding the Hellfire Club according to her vision -- not to mention using the Hellfire Club to live out her fantasies -- were now in her grasp. And doing it all alongside her new lover, her Black Queen? This was turning out better than she could have hoped.

"Emma..." Jean whispered. She turned to face the blonde, still in her arms. "I love you."

"And I love you. More than anything." Emma whispered back before finally kissing Jean. She'd waited so long for this moment -- she'd done this so many times telepathically over the course of their psychic affair, but finally being able to physically kiss Jean was a whole new thrill. Jean eagerly slid the straps of Emma's nightgown from her shoulders and pulled it down, revealing the blonde's ample chest; Emma responded in kind, and the two women twisted and turned on the bed as they made out, sliding the gowns completely off their magnificent bodies.

Now both completely naked, the couple continued to make out, their hands now exploring each other's bodies, completely uninhibited.

"Jean... I've been waiting so long for this..." Emma purred in Jean's ear, while Jean's lips made their way to the White Queen's neck. Meanwhile, Jean's fingers had made their way between Emma's legs, and were now masterfully working over her clit. Usually, Emma would have had some very satisfied thoughts about how well her psychic affair with Jean had prepared the redhead for lesbian sex, but her mind was too clouded with pleasure at that moment.

Emma was more than ready when Jean plunged two fingers into her pussy, beginning to gyrate her hips in an immediate rhythm to Jean's pumping hand. Jean smiled at the delighted moans Emma made, ecstatic at the fact that the woman she was so in love with was in such a state of bliss.

Emma's orgasm hit her hard. "YEEEEEESSSSS!" She exclaimed. Over the years, she'd fended off advances from plenty of men, especially in the Hellfire Club, and this orgasm only reaffirmed to her that she'd made the right decision; they would have only disappointed. Her affair with Jean, and finally making love to her physically, only further strengthened her vision for rebuilding the Club, and she had the perfect woman to rebuild it with.

Upon regaining her senses after her orgasm, Emma needfully and deeply kissed Jean. "My turn, darling," Emma cooed, laying Jean back gently, kissing her way from Jean's neck, to her breasts, to her smooth, inviting pussy.

Jean's arousal was already in overdrive, so it didn't take much for Emma to bring her to orgasm. Even just running her tongue along Jean's folds was enough to make the redhead come, but Emma wasn't satisfied with that. No, she wanted to elicit an orgasm that would rock Jean's entire body. With that in mind, she teased Jean's folds for a few minutes, before smoothly snaking her tongue into Jean's tunnel.

"Ahhhh! AHHHH! Don't stop! EEEEE!" Jean moaned, breathing heavily. Her moans served as heavy motivation for Emma to keep working her talented tongue as only she could. And she was damn good at it.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jean yelped as the massive climax hit her. She'd never experienced anything quite like it, not even in her fading memories, which had been wiped away completely by the orgasm Emma had just given her. Smiling, Emma made her way back up Jean's body and french kissed her deeply, as both women enjoyed the sensations of each other's tongues swirling around one another.

"Tell me you love me," Emma purred in Jean's ear.

"I love you, Emma," Jean smiled. "I love you so much."

"And I love you, too," Emma smiled back. "I'm yours."

And Jean was hers. It may have taken a little longer than she'd hoped, but Emma Frost had successfully seduced the bearer of the Phoenix ****. Even better, she'd found the perfect lover. Her future bride. Now came the next step in her plan -- to clean out the Hellfire Club and rebuild it the way she'd always desired. With the Phoenix **** on her side, and the nearly unstoppable Juggernaut as hired muscle, she'd no doubt succeed with her plans. As for the rest of the X-Men, they'd no doubt try to 'rescue' their teammate... let them come, she thought. She had plans for them, too.