Less of an attack, more of a spy.

Professor X and everyone excluding me, Jean, and storm rushed to handle the problem.

Less than thirty minutes later they came back. Scott was bleeding a little on his face, and Professor X just looked weary.

“What was wrong?” Storm asked, now fully recovered.

“Mystique. She’s been pretending to be a student while gathering intelligence. But she got away.” Scott swore.

“Hano, do you think Jean and Ororo will be able to leave Mr. Wayne’s side?” X asked.

“Yes. I’ve already got the lab replicating the sperm collected from Mr. Wayne. By my calculations, the girls will have to consume about a gallon of his sperm daily. But there’s no fix for them having to next to him when they sleep.” Hank explained. Scott’s eyes were wide.

“You want my wife to consume a gallon of this prick’s cum each day?” he accused.

“It’s her choice. She can either stay by Dean’s side the whole time, or she can leave in the day by consuming his sperm.” Hank said.

———

The next week went by quickly. Jean and Ororo returned to work, and I was released from quarantine with a restricted version of the cloud inhibitor device on my belt.

Ororo mixed her gallon into smoothies, but to my strange satisfaction, Jean seemed to love drinking my cum. She had the gallon bottle under her desk, and had a cup she kept refilling. Scott was groaning the other day about how she used it for cream in her coffee.

I walked into Jean’s classroom.

“Hey, Professor Grey? I know you said that this homework is due today, but can you extend me another two days?” I asked.

“Sure.” Jean smiled. Something about her response seemed odd.

“Jean, stand up.” I said, and Jean threw herself up and out of her chair. Weird.

“Pick up this pencil.” I ordered, and tossed it over her head. She nodded, turning and bending over, giving me a killer view of her ass in tight jeans.

“Here you go.” she smiled. I blinked. Was the sperm so concentrated that now Jean was completely submissive?

“Jean, kiss me.” I tried. Without hesitation, Jean crosses the distance between us and kissed me softly on the lips, her soft hand squeezing my bicep as she did. Her other hand was placed on my hip as she thrust her gorgeous melons against my chest and kissed me again.