The concubine MJ is summoned

MJ ran a hand through Felicia's mane of white hair as she put on her high heels to finish dressing. Felicia lay naked on her front and purred, a hand between her legs as she lazily masturbated.

The White Queen had dismissed the concubines and X-alts gathered around her save for Strike-Captains Rogue and Marvel. MJ had swallowed her disappointment like the other women hoping to serve and returned to her chambers in the Hellfire's small harem.

The telepathic summons had come while MJ and the Black Cat had been entwined in holy rites. On their homeworld of Arachne the divine beauty of their bodies, their sacred skills at pleasuring women and their blessed eagerness to display both had demonstrated the Totem Spirits' favour and each had risen high in the priesthood.

Their friendship and lust for one another had only deepened when their totems of Spider and Cat had blessed them even further, finding them worthy to become the carnal playthings of the White Queen and Her court. The Black Cat's probability manipulation skills had been discovered shortly after their arrival and their regular sex-ceremonies had continued unaffected by Felicia's status as a Powered Mindblind.

"Hurry back, Red, and I'll still be ready for you and a friend."

MJ leant over and rested her chin between Felicia's bare buttocks to take a deep inhalation of the scent of the Black Cat's leaking cunt.

"Have you seen my headdress, you naughty pussy?"

"Search me."

The motion of Felicia's ass changed subtly, evidently Felicia's finger had slipped inside her cunt. An unsubtle hint as to where Felicia would like her friend to begin the search.

"I would if I had the time. Or I thought it would do any good."

As MJ stood and shook her head in mostly mock exasperation at her friend, she directed a slap at Felicia's shapely rear. Black Cat's purr only deepened in response. As MJ picked her way past a discarded black leather bikini fringed with white fur, Felicia rolled on to her back to display herself to the departing red-head. Big breasts and a hand running through neatly trimmed white pubic hair to dip in out of a wet pussy were healthy encouragement to hurry back.

Felicia waited a few minutes after MJ had disappeared from sight, still slowly pleasuring herself with one hand. Then her other hand slipped behind the headboard to retrieve a black tiara set with large rubies.

"A little, uh," Felicia's back arched as her finger slid against her g-spot, "compensation for running out on me."

In a whisper as she pushed herself as slowly as she could towards orgasm, Felicia Hardy offered her own private prayer to the Cat Spirit.

"I'm not just a concubine. I'm a thief. Born a thief. Raised a thief. Will die a thief."