An Obligatory Blue Mutant Sex Scene! [pt. I]

The sun cast glimmering reflections on the waves of the Atlantic Ocean.

Six sleek Markandan Royal Talon aircraft maintained perfect escort formation around the Blackbird X-Jet, currently Markanda's Air **** One.

In one Royal Talon in particular, its streamlined shape cutting through the air with ease, there were two Markandan Royal Guard on the other side of the glossy black windshield.

One sat in the hovering pilot seat, the other stood and surveyed the view and the controls. Their nanite helmets were dissembled, revealing bald black heads and stoic, impassive faces. Teal'c and Dawal. The ****-Sergeant and the ****-Captain for this particular operation under their Queen Mystique's authority.

Despite their disciplined expressions, a tension was evident in their eyes, a subtle acknowledgment of the lewd activities occurring behind them.

Teal'c's control of the aircraft was steady, his meaty arms crossed upon his brawny chest as he monitored and manipulated the Talon with his mind via his neural implant. Dawal's leadership focused mind was split between the current flight conditions and keeping track of what needed to happen when they returned to Civilization and all of these captured prisoners had to be processed. But they were both more than well aware of the slapping sound of a large equine cock plunging into an azure blue woman's pussy. Beneath their advanced armor, their bodies reacted instinctively, a pair of large black penises strained against the confines of their Vibranium nanite chastity devices, the sacred metal preventing any true arousal despite their physiological responses.

Mystique, the mutant villainess and self-professed mutant freedom fighter responsible for countless crimes and terrorist attacks lay back on the wide, gorilla-like physique of Beast with his bulging body-builder muscles covered in downy soft blue fuzz. Beast's passive, trance-like state made him the perfect piece of furniture, unresistant and obedient. Thanks to his coma-like condition, the genius intellectual's blue penis was as flaccid as it could be, curled in half between the boulder-rounded massiveness of Mystique's shape-shifted ass whose buoyant flesh lifted her several inches off of his lap.

What wasn't flaccid in the least was Nightcrawler's cock which was the fixture of this impromptu flight sexcapade.

A long, dark indigo and spotted pink cylinder of rigid mutant cockmeat longer than Dawal's forearm and thicker than his wrist had sunk deep into Mystique's cavernous depths as her hands reached up to grasp her son's equally mutant shoulders.

Markanda's brand new third ranked Queen reveled in the scene, her body moving in perfect synchrony with Nightcrawler's thrusts. She let out moans of pleasure, her hands gripping Beast's fur for leverage. Each thrust from Nightcrawler pushed her deeper into Beast's lap, her mammoth blue breasts swaying in sync with the movement of their copulation. Her azure skin glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, her hair cascading down her back in waves of crimson.

"Oh yes! Deeper!" Mystique commanded, her voice rich with lust. "Give me every inch of your mutant cock!"

Nightcrawler responded with enthusiasm, plunging his monstrous member deeper into her clenching folds. His pelvis slammed against hers, driving his shaft to the hilt, his huge balls slapping against both her buttocks and Beast's hairy thighs with each stroke.

She let out a gasp of pleasure, her body trembling with ecstasy.

Mystique enjoyed the delicious friction of Nightcrawler's equine cock against her walls. She threw her head back and moaned, savoring the feeling of being filled to the brim with mutant manhood.

"Yes! Keep going!" Mystique encouraged, her voice thick with pleasure. "Make me cum!"

Nightcrawler complied with relish, his pace quickening. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of debauchery sanctified by his twisted faith. Nightcrawler's mind, once a fortress of Catholic morality, had been reshaped into a temple of Mark's perverse dogma. Each thrust, each moan, each shared breath was a hymn, a prayer, a testament to the god he served. His golden eyes were alight with fanatic devotion, his face a mask of ecstasy as he plunged into Mystique's welcoming depths.

Mystique came.

Red painted plush lips parted in a guttural cry as her body shuddered in orgasmic release. Her hips bucked and spasmed, her azure skin flushed with pleasure as she released a hot squean of pure pleasure.

She basked in the afterglow of her orgasm, her body quivering with aftershocks as she lay draped back across Beast's motionless form. Mystique's posture was poised, her face cheek to cheek with Beast, as if she were about to whisper a secret into his ear. Her expression was enigmatic, a half-smile playing on her lips, betraying a hint of mischief and allure as she gazed at her son. Her weighty blue tits, great and sloping like teardrop-shaped pillows, jutted outward from her chest, their sheer size accentuated by the exposed large, even darker blue areolas that drew the eye.

Her arms were raised in an elegant display, one extending upwards past Beast's hairy, big blue head, fingers lightly brushing the air, while the other bent, forming a square around his face.

"Mystique, did I... satisfy you?"

"Satisfy? Nightcrawler, you exceeded expectations. Your talents are... as always... impressive."

"I... I'm glad."

"You should be. It's not every day I find someone who can make me cum like that," she teased, her voice heavy with lust. "As I always knew... you are an exceptional lover."

"I can feel your mutant cock throbbing inside me. A pathetic human would have come a dozen times by now from my exquisite pussy's embrace."

Her words were calculated, designed to inflate his ego and make him eager for more. Nightcrawler responded exactly as she expected, his ego clearly swelling along with his already impressive length even as he played at modesty, "I'm merely fulfilling God's will," he declared, his voice thick with unshakable conviction. "As a disciple of Mark, I have a duty to breed and spread his holy seed."

"Of course you do," Mystique said, her tone mocking but her yellow eyes twinkling with amusement. "And I am more than happy to assist in this sacred endeavor." She let out a low moan of pleasure as his member twitched within her, a clear sign that her seductive words were having their desired effect.

Mystique's eyes rolled up in her head involuntarily as she lifted off of him with excruciatingly slow deliberation, relishing the sensation of his monstrous shaft sliding inch by inch out of her azure depths. When only the engorged head remained enveloped in her love tunnel, she paused, allowing herself a moment to enjoy the exquisite feeling of gaping emptiness that only her King could surpass. Then, with a sudden movement, she dropped back down, impaling herself on his mutant manhood with a cry of ecstasy.

She fucked her son for a good twenty minutes before she decided to change things up.

Then with a pop and a wet squelch, he withdrew at her command.

Such an obedient boy, she mused as she watched him sink onto his knees before her, his mammoth equine cock still hard and dripping with her juices. His golden eyes that were hers in color were alight with lust and reverence as he gazed up at her with a mix of adoration and need.

"Are you ready for your reward?" Mystique asked, her voice dripping with seductive amusement.

"Yes, Mother."