Jean's Journey...

Jean's mouth falls open in a silent protest, her eyes flickering as she feels my hands on her soaked panties. Despite her protests, her emerald eyes fill with a lustful need. "N-no… you… you did something to me. This can’t be happening..."

"Of course I did something to you, Jean." I grin happily, pressing her soaked panties up inside her slit.

"What's the point of having powers if you don't use them?" I ask, groping and fondling Jean's flesh, feeling her body eagerly as my bulging crotch rocks up against her hand in anticipation. Even as Jean's mind screams for her to stop me, she can feel her hand squeezing my bulge with each slow gyration.

The feeling of my bulge in her grasp makes her mind race, each thought more perverted than the last. Images of me taking her, using her, defiling her while she begs for more. Jean's hand squeezes and rubs over my crotch.

"W-what did you do to me? T-this is wrong.”

"My power isn’t really empathic. It's arousal. Desire. Lustful burning hunger. It's not wrong; your body just can't control itself. It needs to be fucked." I say, continuing to **** her.

"All it takes," I explain as I trace my finger up her stomach, circling over her breasts, and tracing along her neck. The journey sends shivers of lightning coursing over her flesh.

"Is just one touch," I finish, bopping Jean playfully on the nose, practically bringing her body to orgasm as she spasms slightly.

The slow trace of my finger feels divine over her smooth skin, coursing through her body. Jean whimpers with pleasure as I finish, nearly exploding right there. She don’t even realize that throughout my explanation, her hand has been rubbing at my bulge the entire time. "Y-you can’t do this. Please."

"Yes, I can.” I whisper into her ear, my breath hot and moist against her smooth skin.

"And I will." I say, slowly opening the top of my pants.

Jean's hands instantly begin to assist me, almost ripping my pants in an effort to pull my cock free. Her mind is screaming that she is about to be ****, but her body is begging for it, wanting to be defiled. Her hand finally pulls my cock free, squeezing the shaft while it throbs, hot and thick in her grasp.

"Please." Jean whimpers softly.

"Please what, Jean?" I ask, groaning at the beautiful woman's touch. "Please fuck the shit out of you? Please **** your mutant cunt until you scream in pleasure?"