Intro to Deans Dream. 1 of 3 Scott and Emma

As soon as Scott had left my room, I decided to lie down for a moment. I just wanted to close my eyes...

But as soon as Dean lay in his bed, not only did his eyes close, but he fell into a deep, necessary sleep. But without knowing it, he had triggered a chain of events that would have a massive impact on his dream.

Part 1 of 3

Scott Summers.

As Scott left Dean's room, he slightly sighed. He didn't really feel like running errands, especially for a young man like Dean. It wasn't that he disliked him, but rather the fact that mutants like him gave him the creeps. That included Jean, Emma and the Professor, even though they had earned his respect. However, he was aware that Mind Controllers were one of the greatest dangers to this World. Men like Magneto might be powerful enough to throw the whole world into chaos, but there would always be men and women who would stand up against him. A Mind Controller, unfortunately, was a different story. There was a difference for Scott between not having a chance to win a fight and not wanting to fight it at all. However, it reassured him that three of the most powerful of their profession were united here in this mansion.

Besides, as much as he didn't want to admit it, Wolverine was probably the best defense against a Mind Controller like Dean. The healing factor might have been involved better in the long run, but that wasn't his best defense against pheromone-based powers, it was his sense of smell. Ironically, it was his particular sense of smell, of all things, that made him immune to such powers. He simply perceived pheromones differently. In the case of Purple Man, Logan always said that it smelled like flowers. For some reason, he and Laura were able to sense when someone with such powers was near them. Because of his innate "assholishness" and his "friendly directness" he was then usually able to deal with the threat quite quickly.

But since Dean still had all his limbs and there were no holes in his body, the boy could not be that bad. At the same time, he remembered that he would have to take another look at Emma. It was not clear to him how Dean knew Emma at all, but it was a sign of his good character that he cared about her.

He was happy to do him that favor.

When he arrived at the school's infirmary, Hank was just about to leave. As he passed by, Hank informed him that Emma was conscious, but wanted to be alone, or better, didn't want to be examined by Hank any longer. So, Scott went alone towards the sleeping area inside the infirmary. Since at the moment the ward was occupied by no one but her, he was not surprised to find her there all alone. She was lying on the bed reading a book when she looked up at Scott.

"Oh boy. I just got rid of Hank and now I have to get rid of you?" she grinned and put the book on her lap.

"Don't worry Emma. I just wanted to see how you were doing. But Hank already informed me that you're getting pretty good at scaring people away again. So you can't be that sick, huh?" replied Scott with a grin, leaning against the doorframe. The red sunglasses prevented Emma from noticing him eyeing her curiously. She was wearing, as far as he could tell, considerably more than the usual hospital shirt, even here.

"And you thought you'd just come and visit me? It's kind of new!" she grinned broadly and raised a brow. "You realize I'm not buying this?"

"Dean wanted me to check on you. He seems to have been worried."

"Oh...Dean did, huh? And he asked you to do this?" she suddenly smirked. She tried to figure out what Dean was up to. She remembered well what dreams she had planted in his mind just the other day. She wondered if Scott had thought about it since then. On the mission he had behaved as always and led the team with his usual sovereignty.

"Yes. I didn't know you were friends?"

"Oh. We're not exactly. The poor boy got into a little argument between me and Jean. I guess he thought we were acting a little...childish. So, he wrote little notes."

"Notes?" asked Scott, confused.

"As far as I understood, he didn't want, or rather doesn't like to talk too much, lest he accidentally ask someone for something." At these words she just smiled while her thoughts explored his. She wasn't looking for anything in particular and so she only found some superficial thoughts. Nothing that would worry her, however, in his mind her body was still very present. Apparently, he still thought often of the dream Emma had given him. Did Dean send him to her so that the two of them could talk it out? Or was he hoping that Emma would have a nice fuck with him? This thought appealed to Emma the most. After all, she had told him about what she had done to the two of them, but also how much she had enjoyed having sex with him.

"From the looks of it, the boy seems to be in a better state of mind than his father. What do you think?" Scott then asked the Emma lying in front of him.

"Well, that’s not even that hard either, is it? I think he's doing pretty well in school, at least better than I would have with his powers. I'm still not sure if you've forgiven me for what I did to you back then, or if Jean will ever forgive me." Of course, she was trying to awaken certain thoughts in him.

And after reading his thoughts, she realized that she had succeeded. As expected, at that moment Scott had thought exactly what she had wanted him to think. Curious, she wondered whether she wanted to take advantage of this situation or not? Telepathically, she finally tried to make contact with Dean to ask for his opinion, but finds that the young man was already in bed dreaming and sleeping. How he dreamed of marrying Jean Gray. In his dreams he seemed to be having a great time watching Scott as Dean gave her the wedding kiss. Smiling, she lay on the hospital bed and thought to herself that the boy had pretty ambitious goals by now if he was already dreaming of getting married to Jean Grey. However, it encouraged her to give it a shot with Scott’s thoughts. Her plan was to get him to the point where he might get weak and then at a later time, she would share that memory with Dean.

On one hand she found it terrible that she had been made to do something like that again but on the other hand the influence of Dean still worked on her mind and so she thought that it wouldn't be so bad since Dean wasn't such a horrible man like the other mutants from the Hellfire Club. Those had had fewer qualms about implementing that and using Emma's unique abilities for general amusement or pleasure. Also, still rooted in her mind was the fact that she desperately wanted to be Dean's partner and therefore did many things she might not have done before. Also, thanks to Dean, she was finally back in tune with herself. Her dark side had been completely out of control in the Hellfire Club, but here with the X-Men she had to keep holding herself back. She had always been a slut. Long before she had joined the hellfire club. She had never regretted using her powers to fuck any man or woman she found pleasing. Dean, thanks to his unique powers, had only made sure that she could finally get both sides in harmony. The whore who could be a heroine. And she couldn't deny that a good fuck now would be the best kind of medicine.

"Do you actually still think about us having our fun from time to time?" She finally asked him, and despite the red glasses, she could clearly see him looking to the side, embarrassed. "I mean... Are you still angry with me for using you like that? I hope you don't mind me asking?"

"Of course, you can ask me anything, but when it comes to whether I want that again, or if it was better with you, I'm going to have to disappoint you, because I'm still married to Jean." Replied Scott with a smirk, trying to at least sound funny, but not really succeeding.

"Pff. I don't even have to ask that question, Scott. I know your love life with Jean is rather... shall we say... average. So, I don't need to ask about that." She grinned broadly and looked directly at him.

{Think about how it felt when your cock disappeared into Emma's mouth. Think of Emma's hot lips and the feeling of Cuming in her mouth}

Emma smiled as Scott tilted his head slightly. She couldn't see his eyes through the crystalline lenses of the special glasses, but was sure her thoughts had taken hold. Sure enough, his gaze lingered on her lips.

"I'd appreciate it if we changed the subject, yes?" he said diplomatically, probably intending to change the subject before it got too wild for him.

"I'll take that as a yes." She just grinned and pulled her hands up to rest her head on them. This made the blanket slide down a bit, revealing more of the white blouse she was wearing. As always, when it came to Emma's clothing, it was very expensive and tailored. Even in a hospital ward, she wanted to look as perfect as possible.

"If you say so." Scott just smiled. "You seem to be well enough to annoy me again, so it seems like you must be really well again. Do you want me to let Dean know about it, or do you want to do it yourself?" smirked Scott, and Emma sighed Well-being. It was something she had always found so fascinating about him. That sweet ignorance of whether he was staring at her tits or watching her eyes. Giving in to temptation, she then used her powers again.

{Think about the good sex with Emma Frost. Desire Emma Frost's body}

Smirking, she watched as his pants began to bulge a little. He also turned his head away in shame.

"Leave that alone right now!" he said sternly, noticing that these Thoughts were not his own. But it was to late.

{Give in to your horniness. Open your mind to me Scott. Let me in. Your horniness for Emma Frost weakens your resistance. Her big tits distract you. Remember the smell of her pussy. Remember how her pussy feels when you fuck her. All these thoughts weaken your resistance. You want Emma Frost to control you. You want it because it turns you on}.

Slowly she felt his resistance weaken, and even in his best moments he was no serious match for an attack from Emma Frost. A bead of sweat flowed across Scott's forehead, so strongly did he resist being affected, but eventually his breathing calmed and he finally relaxed.

"I like you better like that!" she smiled, licking her lips. "Remember how much fun you and I used to have?"

"Yes, I remember it well." Smiled dazedly.

{Be a good X-Men and tell me I'm the horniest, sluttiest, most beautiful woman you've ever fucked} Emma smirked, scrupulously careful not to let Jean know. She had placed a mental barrier around the room and even arranged for a telepath from Scott to receive normal thoughts. She briefly scanned the entire complex only to realize that she was wasting her time. Jean seemed to be already in bed and asleep. Perhaps, however, she was able to subconsciously sense when Scott was being influenced.

Meanwhile, Emma's thoughts sank deep into Scott's mind and he regained consciousness. He just shook his head briefly and looked down at Emma.

"While we're at it.... Even though we're not a couple, you're still the most beautiful woman I've ever had sex with." Smiled Scott, watching Emma raise a brow. When she asked if that was all, he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly and sighed. "You really want to hear it mh? Okay. You're also the horniest and filthiest... {sexiest, filthiest, and hottest slut you ever fucked with and the thought of her tits makes you totally horny. Emma Frost turns you on so much that you always get horny when I think about her. You dream of Emma Frost when you have Sex with your Wife and the thought of being her Fucktoy again turns you on. You want to be her obedient Fucktoy again} .... (Scott hesitated briefly before finishing the sentence) slut I've ever fucked. Heavens I only have to think about your tits and I'm already getting a hard-on! I miss the Times when I was in your Thrall and fucked you whenever you ordered me!"

"Really?" grinned Emma, enjoying it immeasurably again her selfish and looked at him.

"It... is just a fact!" {that you want to jerk your dick while confessing to Emma that you're crazy about her} Without the slightest hesitation or resistance, Scott's hands slid to his pants. Hastily, he pulled down the zipper and fished his cock out of his pants. Thanks to Emma's manipulation, he was already completely stiff and with a relieved moan, his fingers of his right hand encircled his shaft. With slow movements he then began to jerk himself off.

"That I could never really forget what it was like to fuck you. It was so wild and animalistic. I've never had sex that good. You are the best lover. Please.... This must remain our secret! If Jean would know that I jerk off in front of you and dream from your breasts ... {Talk dirty. The kinkier you talk the hornier you get} tits wanting to cum on them! The thought of squirting all over your big tits and then rubbing me cum all over your hard nipples... ohhhh the thought makes me so horny... I would love to... cum right now!" he moaned. His movements became faster and harder.

"So... you want to cum on my tits?" she smiled, drawing a hand to her right breast. Scott just nodded lustfully as he watched her massage her breast. Slowly she pulled her blouse to the side. More and more of her breast became visible. The more she revealed to him the hotter Scott moaned. With one hand he massaged his testicle and the other slid up and down his cock as he stared transfixed at her tits.

"Yes Scott..., if you want me to show you my tits... you're going to have to cum all over them! You know what I like don't you? Tell me you know what your horny Emma loves?" she grinned excitedly and grabbed her blouse with both hands and ripped it open. Immediately her two fat tits sprang free as she wore no bra at all. Her nipples were already hard and between her legs she felt a familiar tingling sensation. It was so immensely arousing to see him like this. She took it upon herself to thank Dean for that.

Scott, on the other hand, stepped closer to her and stared obsessively at her tits. On his cock, she could clearly see the first drops of his cum and how he was aiming it directly at her breast.

"Please... please... allow me to cum Emma... I want to cum all over you!!! See me cum flowing all over your boobs... please.... I... am about to explode... I.... just have to..." that's as far as the moaning and gasping Scott got.

{Cum. You can't stop Cuming! Each orgasm will be stronger than the one before it}.

With a loud scream, which fortunately no one would be able to hear, Emma had of course taken care of that, he reared up and felt a tremendous orgasm overtake him. All the pent-up horniness he'd accumulated watching Dean and Jean kiss, his renewed horniness for Emma, and direct influence on Emma, made the first orgasm powerful. Even Emma's eyes widened in astonishment as she watched his cock squirt spurt after spurt of cum all over her tits. She felt his hot, sticky fuck juice spill over her breasts and run down her nipples. She felt big chunks flow between her tits and then he rubbed his cock on her right nipple. The feeling of feeling his glans directly on her excited nipples was so sharp for both of them that they moaned together. That alone was enough to **** Scott to climax again. Now it was Emma who stared at her nipple as if mesmerized. His bulging glans twitched right at her nipple. She could see his cock expand and his white cum squirted right onto her nipple. To do this, he rubbed his head directly against her nipple, but the feeling of his cock squirting directly against her nipple was beguiling.

Scott's moaning also grew louder as the renewed orgasm broke over him. His face was crimson and beads of sweat ran down his face. His stand wasn't quite as firm anymore and when he exploded for the third time, it was obvious that his orgasm was overwhelming. Emma's breasts were now completely messed up and she allowed Scott to stop.

"Emma…" he finally groaned, out of breath, but Emma wasn't done with her toy. She just smiled at him as he bent over her and took her tits in both hands. His fuck juice made her skin slippery and she could clearly feel his fingers. Then he obeyed her latest suggestion and started licking her tits clean. She enjoyed watching him lick his own cum and began to moan as she felt his tongue on her nipples.

{You belong to Me!}

"And now Scott... fuck my cunt!" she moaned and pulled the covers aside.

And Scott willingly obeyed her wishes: While she was being fucked by Scott and enjoying every thrust from him, she made sure that Dean could taste her lust by projecting her own thoughts into his dreams.

Emma moaned in need as Scott grabbed her legs, turning her on the hospital bed and rubbing his cock on her pussy. She practically **** him to get hard again and when he finally entered her, she was almost ready to cum herself. The situation was just too hot and the way he banged her was exactly what she needed right now. She looked at him greedily and groaned loudly.

"Fuck me! Fuck me like I need it! Forget everything else! You're MY fuck toy! YOU ARE MINE!" she moaned, throwing her head back.

"YES! YES! EMMA!!!" Scott screamed madly, ramming his cock deep inside her. Jean was no longer important to him. An X-Men meant nothing anymore.

The only thing that mattered to him was fucking Emma Frost! To bang her as hard and horny as she needed. He would never stop Cumming all over her cunt, ass or tits! Would always be stiff when she asked for it. No matter where they were. One word from her and he would fuck her soul out!

Panting, Emma moaned. It was almost a shame that she would make him forget all that. But after hours of fucking, countless highlights, she sank exhausted onto the bed and looked at him briefly.

Without a word, he pulled up his pants and left the room unsteadily. None of that was in his mind anymore. It had just never happened for him and yet... all of a sudden there was this thought that maybe Emma had done him a favor by making him his fuck toy.

Even if she had sent Dean pictures of her hot fuck again and again, Emma hadn't even been aware that in her fucking frenzy she had sent all her greed and sex addiction into his dream and had heated it up quite a bit by doing so