Mark plans his next move

Mystique moaned wantonly as she gyrated on Mark's cock. Her slick mutant love canal hugged and squeezed him as she rode him. Up and down, up and down.

Mark gripped the azure mutant's rear and pulled her downward, slamming his cock up against the much older woman's cervix, eliciting a sharp wail of ecstasy from her.

"Jesus fuck, you're so tight. I can't believe you're over two hundred years old, Raven! It's like you've never had sex before," Mark said.

"I can be as tight as you want me to be, Master. Just keep fucking me with that cooooccck!"

Mystique screamed as she came for the second time of their lovemaking session. Her master was still hard, however, so she kept bouncing atop him like a dutiful whore. She snarled obscenities as she praised his manhood which only enticed him to match her bouncing with his thrusts.

"Oh! Yeah, that's right. Fuck your stupid whore and fill her with your cum! I don't care if I get pregnant, just cum inside me!" She tightened herself around his cock and he felt himself nearly ejactulate.

He slapped her ass.

"Not yet, ****," Mark said.

"Sorry, Master," the blue-skinned woman's yellow eyes lowered deferentially.

Mark smirked at her. He enjoyed using the blue cocktease. It served her right for teasing him so mercilessly over the past day and for shooting Ororo in the back. He slapped Mystique's ass again, much harder this time.

Am I still mad about getting captured and taken away from my favorite servants? Maybe a little.

Mystique's hot, slick cunt trembled. She licked her lips.

Mark shook his head in exasperation. It seemed Mystique was as much a masochist as she was a sadist. He'd have to come up with a truly novel punishment for her, but was **** to use his abilities to do so. Maybe he'd let Ororo and a few of his Dora handle it. He smirked, very much liking that idea. His first servant was a kind woman by nature, but she could be downright viscious if you somehow managed to piss her off. T'Challa's current status as a pet was a prime example. It had, after all, been Ororo's idea for Mark to go Wakanda and plow his way through the kingdom's women.

He grunted when Mystique's walls tightened around him again, drawing him further into her cunt to rest at the entrance of her womb.

Christ, she's so tight.

"How does it feel to know you were enslaved by a boy centuries younger than you?" Mark teased.

"I've honestly never felt better," Mystique trailed a hand up to her massive blue breasts and pinched a nipple. "I used to think Erik was power incarnate, if you can believe that. For the longest time I viewed him as a man I could follow into a better future, but now I know I was wrong." She raised her voluptuous nude body until only the head of his cock stayed in her pussy. Then she lowered herself again, submerging his cock into the molten furnace of her pussy. "You are so much stronger than Erik and a much better man. Now that you've warped my feeble mind to serve your every whim I feel like I finally know my place in the world."

"Hm. I -oh fuck!- I really like the attitude, Raven. Keep up that kind of talk and I might just forgive you for capturing me," Mark said.

There was a low creak as the door to Mark's hotel room opened and closed. In the doorway stood Sabertooth. The man was tall and rather imposing and had been **** to duck in order to enter Mark's room. Rippling muscles bulged out of his arms and legs. Sabertooth's eyes widened as he beheld Mystique riding Mark's cock. A small, but noticable bulge soon made itself known between his pantlegs.

Even the glimpse of his master in coitus with a woman is enough to get him hard instantly. I really did a number on poor Sabertooth.

Mark smirked. "Hey boy. Did you get what I asked for?"

The man immediately dropped to his hands and knees.

"Yes Master!" The cheery voice and wide smile that split his face didn't suit the man at all. Mark chuckled as he watched his enslaved jailer paddle over to him like a puppy and prostrate himself so low that his forehead touched the carpet.

Mark patted him on the head.

"Good dog," Mark said.

"Master... you do realize sabertooths were felines, right?" Mystique teased.

Mark shrugged. "Well all authors are human, but that doesn't stop some of them from calling themselves dogs."

He paused for a moment to bask in the sight of the man's utter debasement. Normally, he wouldn't have been so cruel to any of his subjects, but after he'd been growled at by the hostile mutant for the better part of a day, he couldn't find it within himself to be merciful. He held out his hand expectantly.

"Now, the communicator."

The muscular mutant reached into his pant pocket and withdrew a small rectangular object.

Mark took it from his hand and looked it over, even as Mystique continued to fuck him. Her tight pussy gripped his cock like a vice, finally pushing over the edge.

Hm. I guess Raven earned it. -Cum.-

"Ugh, oh my... Master, I'm coming!" Mystique orgasmed again and slumped against him, her plush lips feebly kissing a trail up his chest to his neck. He followed soon after, spurting his thick load into Mystique's pussy, painting her blue walls white.

"So full..." she murmured. He remained within her and felt his thick jizz ooze around his cock and out of her folds, dribbling onto the couch.

Mark grinned and turned his attention back to the communicator. It didn't look all that different from the X-phones he'd seen Jean, Ororo, and Scott use.

"This is keyed in to Jean Grey's X-phone number?" He asked.

"Yes Master. Just push the send key and it'll call her phone. It should be completely untraceable," the physically imposing mutant known as Sabertooth bowed lowly to Mark.

The teen smiled. It was so gratifying having the threatening man under his control. Mystique had really come through for him.

The blue-skinned mutant looked up at him, as if hearing his thoughts.

"What do you think my next move should be?" He asked.

The gorgeous femme fatale smirked.

"Well, Master. That would depend on what your immediate goals are. If it's escape you want, you could have your Wakandan subjects send in a stealth craft to rescue you from this very room. Magneto most likely wouldn't notice their approach since his powers can't affect vibranium. If you wish to conquer Genosha outright, well, let's just say that there are plenty of powerful mutants here that could use a change in attitude. I could bring them here for you to convert one by one until Erik is outnumbered in his own territory," she said.

"What if I wanted to break Natasha Romanoff out of your little prison and convert her into my devoted fuckslave?" Mark asked.

Mystique's smile grew downright malicious.

"I think I can help you manage that."