Emma Frost vs. The Savage Land Spiral

A/N: Apparently I've never done a simple spiral story before. So enjoy.

Emma was pissed off.

The Savage Land was the worst, and being trapped inside and **** to walk around it was a fate truly cruel. A dense thicket of jungle nestled into Antarctica, home to prehistoric creatures and plant life preserved for a millenia, and a perfect place to hide from modern society if you were a criminal or other assorted neerdowell.

So, why was she here? If you’d asked Emma she’d have pointed to the ‘trapped’ part of the previous paragraph and said that should already have tipped you off. It was supposed to be an in and out type of visit. Go to the Savage Land, meet up with Ka-zar and his tribe to gift them a Krakoan seed, then return to the plant gate within an hour. As a psychic, she was uniquely equipped to deal with the beasts that would attack her, able to keep herself hidden from them and their extra sense. And a previous friendship with the jungle man made her the perfect candidate for the mission.

The problem was that this blasted jungle was throwing her sense of direction out of order.

Emma had gotten distracted walking back to the portal. This had been the location of a fairly powerful date she’d once had with her now ex-husband, Scott Summers. Krakoa was a wonderful place where mutants could live freely, but after so many years dedicated to him the man had run back to his first–and perhaps only–love at the drop of a hat. Those lingering feelings had clouded her mind at a point she really should have been keeping better focus, and as such had been seemingly eaten by the endless maw of jungle.

It didn’t help that the Savage Land was a messy place. Her psychic connections just got lost with no reply, even to Ka-Zar and Shanna. Cerebro always struggled to reach inside this pocket of land, as well as all modern technology.

The dinosaurs were still not an issue, but to be a grown woman and do something as childish as getting lost in the jungle was perhaps a bigger issue. Kate would never let her live it down. Not helped by her outfit being thoroughly unprepared for a long hike through a humid jungle. The fur collar on her jacket, the long form fitting jeans, and the old white queen corset she had on underneath were far from ideal. Her iconic white colour scheme did at least keep some of the heat off of her, but it failed to keep any dirt off. Already getting stained on the edges as she stumbled through underbrush and fought through thick vines.

Darkness began to overtake the land, with no sign of civilization in any direction. Emma was, annoyingly, trapped by the sheer density of a jungle and **** to do basic survival. The X-Men would come get her soon, once they’ve realised she’s missing. Unless another extinction event was occurring. Then perhaps Emma didn’t mind lingering in this prehistoric palaver.

With her powers, Emma floated up to the treetops. She found a suitably large branch, comfortable enough to rest her back upon without fear of falling off.

“I should really spend the night as a diamond to fend off insects… but then that Canadian hairball would struggle to sniff me down. Ugh, I suppose I’ll just have to keep myself somewhat aware of my surroundings tonight.”

It was nights like these she missed the simplicity of villainy. The Hellfire Club had never asked her to visit such an uncivilised barrel scraping as this place.

Though, on the other hand, Scott had shown her that such a basic instinctual jungle had its charms as well. A way to cut back on the material and be a part of the Earth, like Ororo was always prattling on about.

Dusk settled smoothly against the treetops, and soon Emma only had the dulcet stomps of long thought dead monsters to keep her company. The temperature warm, the skyline vast with twinkling stars, and nothing but jungle as far as the eye could see.

Though hers was not the only set of eyes that were on the tree.

It was about an hour later that something began moving through the foliage. Having been curled up for a nap, his mind had bypassed her defences through sheer dreamless sleep. Emma’s eyelids had proven too heavy after such a long day, and she’d drifted off on the tree branch none the wiser to the new arrival stretching out his long body.

His very long body that curled around the tree branch one higher than the X-Man’s.

“Hm? What is… a-an angel?” said Michael as soon as he saw the beautiful woman lying still on the branch. Stretching his body down to stare at her, but in almost disbelief at seeing someone new in this world.

Michael was a mutant. Born but quickly rejected from the Davies family, he never got to learn about his second name. Having the lower half of your body being long, reptilian, and overall snake-like will tend to freak anyone out. Cast aside as a baby, picked up by the Morlocks under the streets of New York before being employed by the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. He’d trained briefly under Mesmero before his first mission in The Savage Land had gone awry and Michael had gotten lost in the jungle. Now, many years later, he simply exists as nature intended. A cast out freak.

His body was well developed after so many years here. Though Ka-Zar and Shanna did not know of his existence, Michael had tried to mimic the one human he could see from afar in terms of clothing. His long black hair tousled behind him, his broad chest and girthy arms that helped him traverse the trees, and a single brown loin cloth to hide a healthy sized package.

And of course, there was Michael’s tail. It started on the side of his hips in a v-formation that circled his human looking cock, then began to stretch far beyond his human proportions. It had grown long during his time in the Savage Land, so much so that it was hard to calculate its length from sight alone.

He’d once been called a ‘Lamia’, Mesmero had been workshopping the name ‘LaMichael’ as his mutant name, but had lost him before it had become official.

But so many years had passed that he barely thought about his time in the human world anymore. Michael just wanted to live peacefully, staying clear of predators… but secretly, he’d always wondered if he would ever get his own Shanna to his Ka-Zar.

“W-white clothing… perfect skin… holy blonde strands of perfect length…” Michael gulped, sweating as he hung in front of the sleeping Frost. “I… will do anything to make you mine…”

Emma Frost began to rouse from his voice, the echoes of thoughts nearby setting off her alarm bells as she fought the fatigue that had overtaken her. But, unfortunately for her, as she opened her eyes she saw the bright blue hues of Michael’s eyes beaming back at her.

No, they weren’t blue, his eyes were green.

Yellow.

Blue.

Green. Yellow. Blue. Green. Yellow, blue. Green, yellow, blue, green. Yellow, blue, green, yellow, blue, green, yellow, blue green, yellow, blue green.

Each ring that passed over his eyes seemed to sparkle with pure amazing colour. The way they moved over his eye. Rippling with splendour from the single point of his pupil, begging her to look deeper to see the next colour that would soon appear.

The woman who had her mind full of thoughts she could detect from others was slowly having her head slowly empty. Replaced by the magnificent sight of the colours in front of her.

Any attempt her mind tried to fight back were met with a new thought about colour in Emma’s head that pushed it back. The rippling cascades making her stare open mouthed and without care. Warmth, trust, and comfort washed over her body with each chromatic aberration assaulting her vision.

And then it was gone.

“Ah, I see you have noticed my peacemakers. These eyes are how I achieve balance with the predators, as I hope you find peace within them too,” said Micheal, resting his human body on the tree in front of her as he spoke. “I must say, your beauty is sublime. I have never been so taken by another creature before.”

“Beauty…” Emma echoed. Her eyes failing to return to their former blue, but were slowly losing the rings they’d been assaulted by. The lack of comforting colours made her shudder with a strange need she’d never felt before.

He frowned at her quakes, even if it made her supple breasts jiggle so delightfully, “Ah! Are you cold? Let me wrap you up. Don’t worry, I’m a trusted friend.”

“Trust…” She mumbled again, the word seeping into her pliable mind without her even realising.

Emma was unable to regain her focus as Michael’s tail began unfurling from the branch above and slowly wrapping around her body. His light brown scales felt chilled at first against her exposed skin, but the more he moved around Emma’s form the warmer she became. It squished her shapely body together. Encircling her legs and torso like a blanket of coils, growing wider in its base until all but her head was completely under his weighty yet comfortable coils.

The sensation of being trapped was enough to get her mind mostly free of the rings, and her psychic powers began pressing up against the strange mental barrier that the colours had formed on her mind, “I…!”

“Shh, sleep now. I will still be here in the morning for you.”

The command overtook her, the last of the rings petering out just as the order to sleep took full claim on her psyche. Any resistance fell to the simple single word, and Emma Frost’s head lolled forward onto the comforting snake’s tail.

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Emma’s mind awoke after many hours of basting in colours.

It was all she’d dreamt about. The rings of pure fantastical beauty that had transfixed her being. She’d wanted to try and kick out the clear mental influences of ‘trust’ or ‘sleep’, but the White Queen could not find the strength to fight back against them.

As such, though a small part of her wanted to rip up this monster’s mind as soon as she awoke, she could not find the anger needed to even move him off her body. The weight of this snake’s scales kept her basically pinned in place, but her body felt like it was home. Warm and in a trusted spot.

The morning sun was poking down through the treetops, having practically demanded Emma awaken even if it did not attack her captor in such the same way. Michael was simply lying on the tree branch, head in his arms while his lower half coiled around her body. Emma finally got a good look at him, concluding he was a mutant even without a quick mental scan to confirm it. She could also see a fairly large thing swinging down from the area of the loincloth. A real third… no, second leg in terms of length and girth.

“O-oi!” Emma struggled to get words out, instead psychically shouting at him, “Let me go!”

His eyes blinked open at the sound of her voice, quickly unfurling his tail from around her in a panic. Unfortunately, the sudden movement mixed with a stiff body made Emma’s body topple from the treetop. The confusing angle made Emma’s immediate reaction to turn into her diamond form, rather than slow her fall.

As quick as the X-Woman began to fall, she was stopped. Scooped from the air by something wrapped around her heel, swinging her just over the blooming underbrush back and forth like someone had poked a disco ball above.

“I’m so sorry!” said Michael as he descended his human half down, “Are you hurt, my-?” A gasp caught in his throat, staring with awe at the glimmering display. “My word… y-you’re even more radiant than I thought…”

“Let me down, you overstretched fool!” growled Emma, trying to avoid his colourful gaze. Her skin slowly changing from the rocky texture to more human tones, just so she could use her powers again. “NOW!”

He did as commanded, swinging her to a nearby branch that was considerably thicker than the above one she’d been sleeping on, “I apologise. I did not mean to startle you. You are unharmed?”

“Of course I am,” Said Emma, brushing off both her jacket and his attempts to befriend her. “Now, what the hell are you?”

“Ah! Introductions! You may call me, um… Mich… Michael! Yes, Michael. It has been so long since I had the need for it, I nearly forgot my own name!”

She frowned, still trying to avoid his gaze, “Okay, Michael. My name is Emma Frost. Are you aware you hypnotised me last night?”

“Emma… what a wonderful name to match a wonderful person.”

“The. Hypnotism.”

He was perplexed by her growling, “Hm? Oh, do you mean my eyes? I have so many creatures who adore my eyes, as soon as they do they seem much happier and agreeable. Did you wish to gaze upon them too?”

“No.” She snapped, keeping her back turned even as his body tried to stretch to face her, “You clearly don’t even understand the nature of your powers. But for trying to hypnotise me at all the Krakoan Council could have you executed. I’ll forgive you for now, just leave me alone.”

“Krakoan? Council? What is a council?” He asked, genuinely missing a lot of context for this apparent threat, “I think you are angry for something, my darling flower. Is there anything I can help you with?”

She clicked her tongue at him, using her powers to begin floating towards the actual ground again, “Only if you know a way out of this blasted jungle, you oversized noodle…”

“Ah! My love! Be careful!” He gasped, rushing to her aid once more as soon as she left the branch. The long tail wrapping around her exposed belly and dragging her back up towards him. Once more the confusion got the better of her and she could see his eyes rushing towards her own as she was being ‘saved’. Emma’s last thought was: 'At least I know they’re coming now, so I can keep my mind shielded from-’

And then the colours came crashing down upon Emma’s mind again.

Green. Yellow. Blue. Green. Yellow. Blue. They were just as beautiful as she’d remembered them. Such vibrancy to each ring, like it was the first time she’d ever truly seen each hue. Even on repeat viewings of the greens and the blues and the yellows, they all seemed to be more incredible than the last.

Her psychic defences were not bulletproof shields. Equipped more to deal with outside psychic attacks, not inward changing of thoughts. Just ‘look at how pretty the colours are’ was the only thought laced into each ring of Michael’s eyes. The attack was so simple it bypassed all of her defences, as she couldn’t really argue with the simple fact that the rings were truly marvellous. Her eyes went wide, matching ring for ring, coating her visuals to pump each thought over her powerful yet pliable brain.

“You are stressed. In an unfamiliar place. Lashing out at someone just trying to help… let me help you relax, my dear…” purred Micheal into her ear.

Though he had her in his arms, Micheal let her go and began sliding his torso backwards. His long body perfectly wide enough to let Emma stand on her shaky legs, and even walk towards him as she tried to follow the source of the rings, “C-come back…”

“Just relax and follow my voice,” said Michael. Another set of colours shining on her eyes to make those words seem so assurable in her mind. She would follow and relax, and when she did Emma was rewarded with even more beautiful colours covering her eyes. “That’s it, we’ll be home soon, just trust in me, Emma.” It made her smile, happy to be putting her trust in someone so trustworthy. Each step cared little for the massive fall below her, or the predators of the Savage Land, instead she just concentrated on those colours coating her cortex.

Palms swung back and forth as she walked. No longer a confident strut, Emma Frost just plodded along to the beating jungle rhythms of the hypnotic rings. Michael could easily make walkways from tree to tree without ever needing to stop her, sometimes making Emma step on a branch but always keeping her moving by just keeping ahead of her..

“So relaxed, aren’t you?” said Michael, as they reached his true nesting tree.

“Relaxed…” Emma mumbled. Totally agreeing with the statement as her body felt so comfortable and weightless from the many rings covering her psyche.

Her body came to a halt when the incline of his body he’d been making her walk became too steep. Instead she lightly fell forwards, wrapping her hourglass figure around his girthy tail, before she started sliding down the snake man’s body.

Michael continued to play with her to prove her own euphoric state. Balancing Emma on the tip of his tail as her body was as stiff as a board, her massive breasts and ass keeping a perfect symmetry to help him keep her still. She also hugged him as he let her use his body as a fireman pole. Each smooth scale rushing over her stimulated skin like pure electric heat on her soul. And finally she was able to follow that big pair of eyes into his home, a hollowed out tree with a full wide and leafy bed for the basilic bachelor.

The tree innards looked almost like a treehouse in design. Holes for windows, a doorway with a leaf covering it, and enough room to stand up even with the large nest bed as the centerpiece.

“I’m so happy to hear you’re relaxed with me,” He beamed at her, setting her body down on the facsimile bed, “If you’d like… you could feel this way forever. That is… if you wanted to be my wife…?”

“Forever…”

“Do you mean it?! I promise, I can make you happy, forever.”

“You’ll make me… you’ll really do that…?” She asked, starting to acclimate to the rings.

The longer she stared at them, the more her brain began to accept them as her new life. She had been echoing them at first, but as Emma was fed a greater amount of colourful rings it was like she was relearning how to speak. Still smiling, but becoming independent bar the colours in her eyes. The stern yet sexy face Emma usually showed to the world was soft and accepting towards this new life.

“Of course, my love. I would do anything to make you smile.”

She stood from the bed and embraced him, her personality slowly returning through the hypnosis, “Even… show me more rings?”

“Haha, of course. These eyes will only be looking at you from now on. Though, I may request a few things from you too.”

“Anything.”

He slid around her, lying on his back on the bed, “First… I wish you to undress for me. To see my queen in all her glory.”

The proud X-woman could not be happier to oblige his request. Her blonde hair shining as she ran a hand through it, making sure to show off at every turn for her future husband. There was no music, but the jungle rhythms guided her to dance as she stripped.

First the tight white jacket around her shoulders, sliding down her long arms to fall upon his bedroom floor.

Then was her pants, the ones that always strained around Emma’s bubble butt yet made all the surrounding thoughts about them. They slid down her shaking booty as she bent ninety degrees at the hip to show off exactly how wide her birthing hips truly were. The sight of her pure white panties dripping with need after an hour of colour based teasing.

But she didn’t take off her panties just yet. Emma had danced for Scott many times, and she knew how to keep an active audience. The sight of her new man’s huge cock poking up from his loin cloth made her so happy. A thrilling surge of lust to hopefully please her husband drove her to practically tear at the white corset strings trapping her torso.

It wasn’t long before the breasts that had become idols of millions burst from the seams, her girls bouncing free in only an easily tearable bra. Such volume and perkiness that some called them another mutant power of hers. The nipples stood firmly erect, and Emma couldn’t help but tweak their sensitive nibs at the sight of Michael. She knew she’d get so many rings from shaking her massive tits at him, and Michael clearly appreciated her dancing as his massive cock was stroked by the end of his tail. It was so tall and manly, dripping with precum from its wide girth, matching his well toned physique well.

Michael wasn’t the only one appreciating his tail though. Emma found that a nice section of him was hanging down from the ‘ceiling’ like a rope. Continuing her strip tease even while she only had the panties on, Emma mounted the tail like a cowgirl. Kissing his scales gently, hugging his girthy body, all before pulling at the two strings on either side of her hips.

Her smirk was so playful, and Michael was loving every second of it. He knew what she wanted, and began shifting his tail to run along her body. Scales began to run along her unprotected perfect skin. It stimulated all her nerves with bizarre pleasures. Her hard nipples getting tweaked by the motion and illuminating her colour baked brain with flaming passion. Michael could feel her whole body, the supple curves that tried their hardest to squeeze him lovingly back. And while the tail moved, her loose panties came free, falling to the ground as her gushing pussy was pressed against his shifting scales.

Emma’s clit throbbed from the pressure, her insides spasmed with need, and her slit leaked copious fluids against Michael’s skin. He curled himself upwards to feel her more, making a hammock from his tail for her body to lift from the ground. All Emma’s weight was pressed against her pussy, and she couldn’t help but moan out loudly from the pleasure. Her nails clawed at him, her boiling face rubbed along his cooler scales, all while Michael swung her back and forth above their bed.

And as she swung, they stared into each other’s eyes. Connected soulfully by the colours their eyes synced to.

It soon became too much for Emma Frost. Her cunt orgasmed out of control.as her vision was clouded by rings. The shaking need of her entire being made her climax harder than she’d ever had before. Harder than Scott, or Shaw, or anyone before.

Michael slowly let her down onto the bed after such a display, rubbing her sweaty yet perfect body as he finally got to see her for the pure naked Goddess she was.

“Thank you, my love… that was beautiful. I only wish for but one last thing, my wish to see that shining form you showed me before.”

This was, perhaps, Michael’s undoing.

Emma acquiesced, of course she did, but in doing so she had activated her final failsafe. The diamond form did not let her use her psychic powers, but it also seemed to remove his ringly influence on her diamond brain as well.

“GET OFF!” She yelled, pushing his body away from hers as she scrambled to her feet. The euphoria and need that she’d felt still present on her psyche, but rational thoughts dueling with it fiercely as well. “You… w-what did you do to me?!”

Michael looked hurt, and though the rings didn’t reflect on her clear eyes anymore, her corrupted diamond heart seemed to ache at his saddened form, “I… I simply showed you love…”

“Love…” She repeated, but quickly gritting her sparkling teeth, “Love?! That isn’t… grr! You’ve really fucked up now, you little shit,” Emma seethed, standing back up on shaky legs. She looked away once more, deactivating her diamond form to use her powers on him. Emma **** every fibre of his being to stay perfectly still. There was no way he could ever escape and hypnotise her again, “I’m going to make sure you never use those horrible powers again! I-!”

This was, perhaps, Emma’s undoing.

Her mind was still coated in the lingering will of the rings. Ecstasy and euphoria had been achieved so recently that her mind still somewhat desired that head state again. The bliss of subservience, rewarded with such a wonderful display of chromatic perfection.

All this to say: she didn’t think about him thinking about the colours.

“W-what… what are you…” Emma mumbled as her mind stared deeper into his thoughts, unable to look away so totally with her powers locked onto those incredible rings, “Oh n-n-yessss…”

It felt so much more powerful now. Her mind had connected to his at a fundamental level during her attack, and now her entire psychic ability was staring at the colours that covered his brain. They were making her cum, again and again, just the sheer power of the vibrancy. A powerful psychic connection that had been completely overrun by something so simple, yet she could only stare deeper into the euphoric abyss. Michael’s power ruining her brilliant mind forever.

There was even a small part of her that welcomed the change. Maybe her life with the X-Men had become too complicated. Life and **** missions that often left her killed. Traitors upon traitors. The heartbreak of Scott picking Jean. Hiring villains to the council and sending friends to their doom. Every second week another extinction level event… it was all grating on the psyche. Yet here, with Michael, all Emma needed was to peacefully relax. Live a quiet life of pleasure with a man that loved her.

She felt so indebted to him for showing her this beauty. So absolutely in love with that snake man that she failed to put into words how much she care for him. Emma would give him the world, just to see him happy, and to see those rings infect her mind again.

The rushing emotions began to make her eyes spin quicker. The new Emma Frost that loved Michael taking over all facets of her mind. All defences destroyed by desire. Faster and faster her eyes spun, until…

A single ‘PING!’ could be heard to those still listening in.

“My love? Are you… still mad?”

Emma turned to face him, smiling wide and more genuinely than she had her entire life. Without missing a beat, she strutted over to Michael and jumped into his arms. Kissing him so passionately it pushed him to the bed. It was his first kiss, but would not be his last if Emma had anything to say about it.

“I want you, Master Michael.”

“M-Master? No, my love. I am only your husband. Nothing more.”

“I understand,” She smiled, “You are so caring to me. Please though, reward my devotion to you and punish my misgivings whenever you see fit. It is what husbands do.”

“If… if it must be so. Let me reward you now, my love, with the colours you so clearly enjoy.”

“Yesss…” Emma hissed in pleasure.

Her eyes went wide, drinking in as much of his stare as she could. Each spiral made her pussy quiver with boiling heat, and Emma couldn’t help but drool when their foreheads touched from the sheer power of his mind infecting her.

“Fuck me… I beg of you, husband…”

Michael smiled down at his wife, the only woman more beautiful than Shanna to grace The Savage Land, now his to love and adore, “That, I can do.”

He began touching the nape of her slender back as they kissed, wanting to feel every part of her even as the mutant woman hugged him tightly. Long feminine legs spread wide on the bed, aiming to get his huge virgin cock inside her as quickly as possible.

Sliding the snake schlong into her welcoming passage, Emma couldn’t help but shudder at the pleasure, while Michael gasped out at the tightness of her dripping walls. The shock made his eyes spin faster, which only made Emma’s erotic engine rev harder than ever. Their union was hot and powerful. Emma’s first taste of Michael’s cock spread her wide from just the insertion of his tip.

The more Emma’s hips moved up and down, the more she was rewarded with the mind changing colours she was quickly growing addicted to.

Michael was happy to give everything to this woman. If his queen wanted to stare into his eyes then he would never blink again. The pleasures of the flesh was not something he’d ever thought he’d truly have. As much as he wanted Shanna, Ka-Zar would kill him for ever approaching her, as a good husband would. He did not want to steal another’s woman, but this white queen of his seemed to revel in his company as much as he reveled in her.

The pair quickly matched hip thrusting rhythms. Michael could use his massive tail to hook on the ceiling and use the angle to rise up as Emma dropped down. Her gushing pussy was soon full of his massive cock, stretching around his huge girth while moaning out, “H-harder! Oh god, y-you’re so~ d-deeepp!”

He could only oblige his queen. Michael lowered the tip of his tail down from above, going from the back of her neck to the front, snaking down between her soft tits to get a firm grip of her tight belly. Then he stretched the bulk of his tail out to make a loop under his back, raising them skyward again into a makeshift hammock. The feeling of weightless freedom overtaking Emma as her cunt was stretched apart by their connected genitals.

Once he had Emma in his grasp, Michael started using all the muscles he’d grown in his time as a jungle dweller. His dexterity was incredible, grabbing her hips and using her like a fuckdoll, able to make her jump up and down with such ease thanks to the tail wrapped around her.

Emma was in heaven. The feel of her husband’s scales, gaze, and fat cock all made her feel better than she ever had before. His grasp had gently wrapped around her neck for stability, but the slight lack of oxygen was making her brain giddy. Each thrust made her pussy boil, like her whole body was on fire. She was often the dom in her bedroom antics, but this complete lack of control–giving herself to someone she loved–it was an intoxicating feeling of honesty that she’d never felt before.

Michael’s cock felt each bump of his new queen’s insides with glee. His thick snakey balls slapped against her perfectly toned rear, nearing their bursting point the more he made love to this perfect spiral-eyed goddess.

Her toes were curling, her moans echoed, her body full of electric need, and her mind was truly changed. Emma was nearing her climax too, gripping onto Michael’s scaly tail for dear life as each powerful thrust brought her closer to that erotic edge.

Maybe there was a small part of her still fighting, but as soon as her husband said, “I’m nearing my limit, my l-love!” She knew it was over. The need to gaze deep into his colourful eyes as they shared their orgasm was too much to fight, and as soon as it would happen that part of Emma knew this would be permanent.

“CUM! CUM INSIDE M-ME! PLEAAASSEEE!” Emma screamed loudly once she shifted the neck wrap enough. “AND K-KISS M-ME!”

This final acquiesced request as they came was hot, sticky, and completely life changing.

Michael’s eyes spun harder and faster than they ever had before as his climax hit him. His cock began spewing a lifetime of seed out of his tip. Mutant sperm blasting through Emma’s cervix to pump her womb full of jism. His orgasm milked on by Emma’s own spasming walls clamping down on him, desperately trying to squeeze his boiling cock for every drop of cum it was willing to give. Their eyes moved in perfect harmony as they kissed passionately together. The White Queen and the man rejected from humanity. His cock filling her with the thickest load of potent sperm that Emma had ever received from anyone.

After what felt like an eternity, their climaxes petered out. Though their tongue dancing did not, as the pair swung back and forth above the bed together. Her hands ran through his dark shaggy hair, his hands cradling her quivering back. While the sticky mess of their privates bubbled together, unaware of the insemination taking place inside Emma’s belly.

It was perfect, nothing could ruin this moment for either of them.

“Emma!”

Except for a psychic shout from a former teammate.

The blonde woman scrambled to the window to see three of the X-Men hunting her down. A perfectly unbeatable team in terms of trying to run. Psylocke to communicate with her telepathically, Wolverine for hunting down her smell, and Storm as extra muscle for anything that could have attacked Emma out here.

She recoiled from the window in a panic, “No! I-I don’t want to go back!”

Michael was concerned, hearing the strange new voice calling out inside his mind. “Who are they?”

“They…” Emma started, looking at her husband’s eyes with a revered stare, “...they are here to learn a better way of life.”

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“D-dead?!”

“Yeah… I barely made it out… but at least I cut off his damned head.”

The dinosaur’s decapitated skull fell to the Krakoan floor. The quiet council staring in disbelief that such a thing could occur.

“Emma… Storm… Betsy…” tutted Charles while shaking his head, “We have their backups for resurrection, but it’s still incredible to believe that this thing managed to kill them all.”

“Sorry I can’t help with the details, bub. All I remember is going berserk and waking up to find their bodies like that,” said Logan. He spat on the ground in disgust, “Maybe we took that place too lightly, a predator can still kill if it gets the jump on ya. The Savage Land ain’t no joke.”

“Indeed…”

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Nestled in the rough terrain of Antarctica lies a special place. A luscious green jungle, untouched by man, it is a slice of eras long past. Where predators and prey fight for survival: The Savage Land.

Nestled in that harsh jungle lies a special place. A little treehouse, untouched by the local predators, it is a slice of heaven for those who are lucky enough to experience it. Where a man and his three wives live harmoniously together.

Though in the land of man, Emma Frost, Ororo Munroe, and Betsy Braddock live on. Adventures with the X-Men and their struggle for survival. The small tribe of mutants that have nestled in the jungle look surprisingly similar to these three. The only difference being their wide bellies, their undying devotion to their husband, and the telltale eyes that spiral on for all eternity.

And, some days, the Emma Frost that lives outside the jungle dreams about strange colours that call out to her.