Pleasure gardens and pleasure memories

MJ hurried through the communal pleasure gardens of the gigantic starship's harem. All around her in soft grass and against smooth trees the White Queen's women kissed and caressed, talked and schemed, undressed to fuck or dressed in new costumes to tease. In the Imperial Palace the gardens stretched for miles, here on the Hellfire only a few hundred yards were available and MJ moved through a dizzying swirl of gossip and pillow talk.

"— taste like metal. Just how big can you make your tits, Mercury?"

MJ's long straight hair was a deep red waterfall, washed with perfumes and expensive powdered nightcrystals. She swung her hips wide as she walked. In a pendulum of teasing concealment and revelation, one hip emerged from the curtain of red hair along with a curve of tight ass even as the other disappeared behind the same silken curtain. The sexy strut would have seemed to leave her long hair unmoved except that waves of blackness ran through it as the nightcrystals caught the right angle to destroy the light.

"Is it true, Medusa, tonight there will be a Royal Orgy of redheads?"

The effect was to draw attention to MJ's ass and long bare legs. Her hair ended in an inverted-V, and from a golden chain around her waist red silk as broad as her hair continued to the floor. With a cut mirroring the hair that stopped just above it, together silken veil and hair formed a diamond window centred just below her ass. One which framed her sex and invited women to imagine themselves taking MJ from behind.

"— head between their champion's tits, but then I look over there and that ass—"

The redhead had always enjoyed attention. MJ had been a model and an actress before she had joined Arachne's priesthood. Imagining the other girls of the harem pausing to watch her pass would always have pleased her. But the White Queen had been in her mind, improving and sculpting it: now she wished she could tear off her flimsy costume and display herself to her audience and show them just how wet their regard made her.

"— Sue on her hands and knees, and She-Hulk with a strap-on. Those four are fantastic together—"

MJ's costume was as warm as her body, a second skin. It reacted to her exhibitionist arousal with a pulsing pressure along her labia from bottom to top which became a featherlight squeeze of her clit. Her thighs were still wet with with her own juices and Black Cat's saliva.

The costume had taken the form of the thick black outline of a one-piece swimsuit, cut high to sit on her narrow waist and narrow enough to leave the side's of her breasts exposed. It was shaped to hug every exquisite curve of the body of one of the White Queen's favorites.

"— uh, uh, oh yesss, Wanda, keep going, oh fuck—"

A spider's web pattern spiralled out from a point between her breasts, like a coarse fishnet the flesh between the threads of the web was exposed. The abstract shape of a black spider sat at the centre of the web, its legs pushing her big tits a little apart and reaching to the edge of the costume. Between the legs of the spider the costume thinly hid her flesh with a bright but translucent red, her nipples picked out perfectly and her large aureoles a slight darkening. The same bright red color filled the few panels of the web required to hide her sex.

The White Queen had rewarded MJ with this mindless symbiote not long after MJ had first been honoured to join the Imperial Harem. MJ had been shaking with fear as the blackness of it had poured over her flawless pale skin. Stories were still told on her homeworld of the symbiotes and the women they had turned into monsters, in the unhappy days before the Empire of Marvels had come and with their holy telepathy destroyed the symbiotes' minds and freed the women they rode.

The inky darkness had slowly enveloped her, tingling pleasure pouring into her from wherever it covered. The pleasure had filled her mind and slowly driven first fear and then all thought but the need for even more pleasure from her. She had gasped with pleasure as it flowed up her large breasts to swirl in an impossible vortex around her nipples, and slid teasing tendrils into the wet depths of her vagina.

As she bucked in pleasure she could understand how women - heroines and priestesses and warriors - had once succumbed to the dreadful union. She had thought herself prepared to resist the blackness but her resistance crumbled almost instantly. She gave herself to the evil thing as it entered a mind made all too willing by her lustful body.

But it wasn't the symbiote in MJ's mind, it was the White Queen. Or a shadow of her mind, copied into an emptiness waiting to be filled. The symbiote’s simple mind had been utterly destroyed and replaced with an echo of perfection. It was the most incredible gift. The knowledge of how to please her Queen direct from the telepath's miind. The promise she would forever be embraced by the White Queen. Tendrils of blackness swirled around the last small spots on her body free of the symbiote, her hard nipples and swollen clit. Pleasure surrounded and filled her, and it was black void of the symbiote but the light and love of the Empress that merged with her.

"I am not we. I am me. I love the Empress. I understand how to serve Her better."

Emma Frost smiled as she slid out of her white panties, sculpting the symbiote costume with her mind to better display her concubine's body.