Professor Pacified

Deep inside the Royal Palace of Markanda in a secure room within the extensive warren of facilities underneath its grandiose construction, stood Jean Grey at the head of a medical bed that held Charles Xavier. Her hands hovered in the air to either side of his bald head, an unnecessary gesture that nonetheless helped her to focus her power. Her love... her husband... her master stood at the Professor's naked hip, his own hands hovering near Xavier's skin, for a much different reason. Mark sometimes found it difficult to separate his natural internal monologue from his mutant power and the stakes were too high with this particular Omega-level mutant to risk mistakes.

She truly loved serving Mark. Intellectually, she knew that this was only because his powers had made it so, but the fact that he'd mind-controlled her, shunting away her formidable mental defenses like they were nothing and completely dominating her will with his own only turned her on. Her former self would have felt violated and enraged beyond words at Mark for stripping away her identity and replacing it with one that served him faithfully and obediently.

The new Jean that had been born in the ashes of the old felt only gratitude. Like most individuals, she valued her own life, and she knew she would never have existed without Mark. It was that fact above all others that bound her to him willingly (insofar as she had a will of her own). He was her doting creator; a father, a lover, and a god all rolled into one. Her one light in the darkness of a bleak, uncaring world. How could she not love the man that had given her the gift of life itself?

Jean looked forward to birthing a brand new Charles Xavier into the world in much the same way, though this time she would be leading the effort with Mark simply etching her changes into stone. Ensuring Professor X's complete and total conversion was too important. Removing him as an obstacle was necessary, turning him into an immensely capable asset was absolutely paramount.

"I'm in," she said, as the last of the resistance to her mental commands fell away from the Professor's mind. "It's done."

"Excellent," Mark said, smiling. "Now we just... rebuild him, we have the technology..."

She raised an eyebrow at the silly reference before nodding and refocusing on the task at hand.

She recalled the re-occurring discussion she'd had with Mark often as they'd planned how to properly subjugate the X-Men and she marshaled the discrete changes she would make within the Professor's forcefully slumbering mind, that Mark would make permanent with his touch. Charles would see Mark as an extension of himself. Mark was the physical to Charles' mental. She would link her mentor's sexuality to Mark's.

Xavier had lost all feeling below the waist long ago and while his penis could become erect from mental arousal, he nonetheless felt nothing from its expression. She felt decidedly naughty obtaining this sensual secret from within her long-time mentor's mind, but that did little to stop her psychic efforts. Now, Charles would align his sexuality with Mark's. There would be a constant mental link between the two of them. When Mark came so would the Professor and Xavier would viscerally enjoy Mark's exciting sexual exploits and his tremendous orgasms like he had had them himself, his (she glanced at his naked groin with a raised eyebrow and slightly quirked lips) vastly lesser penis ejaculating in time with the King's.

Mark's goals would be Xavier's. This wasn't so difficult to enact. The flow of Charles' thoughts were somewhat similar. Mark wished to protect his own life and freedom to use his power as he desired, but he was also fiercely protective of his people, his slaves, his possessions. Losing any one of them would be a grievous wound to his psyche and Jean worked tirelessly to ensure that didn't happen to the best of her ability. The professor wished to see all of mutant-kind freed from the suspicion, the discrimination, the hatred, and most of all, the **** of humankind. Markanda was now a society that worshiped the mutant and held them as supreme. There wasn't a single woman in the entire country who wouldn't prefer a mutant seed her in the place of her merely human husband. To be mutant, was to be just this side of Mark in their worshipful eyes.

Mark's actions would be Charles'. She had to fight hard not to laugh at the irony of that. It was like the Professor was a marionette and she was pulling the strings at Mark's behest.

She looked over at her handsome well-hung man. He smiled at her, a hand stroking her face. She could see it in the love in his eyes and felt it through their psychic bond.

Grasping that bond, she used it to forge an indelible link between Mark and Charles, one-way for the most part. Mark's desires would travel to Charles and the professor's powerful brain would rationalize them without fail to fit within his own moral universe, never suspecting anything and always seeing Mark as a natural extension of himself. Her true love's sexual proclivities were the easiest to accommodate. Deep within his mindscape, Jean could find evidence of Charles' sexuality with ease, his own knowledge of what pleasures his mutant power could deliver to him had contributed to both his rich erotic imagination and his adamantium-level self-control. Removing that wall and allowing Charles to enjoy Mark's sexy diversions was simple, it was like working with the natural pull of gravity in a way. He was a man after all.

The Professor wanted to use his powers for sexual satisfaction, only the morals of the society he'd grown up in held him back. Now that he saw Mark in some respects as himself and that she had fully imprinted the natural belief that changing a non-telepathic's mind without their consent was a thoroughly victim-less action, Xavier would be nothing but happy and enthusiastic about the recent capture and re-education of the X-men and the student body within Markanda.

It was time.

Looking to her young husband, she mentally queried, Are you ready, Mark?

He grinned, Yes.

Giving him a look that communicated the depth of her love and accompanying it with a richer deep mental expression of the same, she took control of his mind and body pressing his hands to the Professor's skin. Quickly she made use of his mutant power, essentially high-lighting and emblazoning her merely temporary telepathic changes to the Professor's mind with Mark's brute-**** and entirely permanent subliminal commands.

Charles woke up, opening his eyes.

He looked first at Mark and then at Jean. He smiled, not surprised by their presence or his condition, naked on table in a strange room.

His hand reached out, sliding along Jean's hip, "Hello, Jean. I think I'd like a kiss from my favorite student." His lightly stroking hand, slipped back to squeeze her ass.

She pressed her butt saucily into his grasp, smiling, "I had no idea you were such a dirty old man, professor. Lusting after me, a married woman?" She bent down and kissed him, long and slow. He moaned into her mouth as she pressed her body against his. She could feel him getting hard already.

She pulled back and he smiled, "Considering I made it so that Scott enjoys the thought of me fucking you more than doing so himself, I do believe your marital status is irrelevant, my dear. Not to mention you most assuredly knew I was the dirtiest of old men." He reached up and gave her left breast a gentle honk.

Jean exchanged a glance with his counterpart, communicating smug accomplishment before grasping Charles' hand at her boobs, helping him to fondle her, " How do you feel, professor?" One red eyebrow rose as she looked down his body to take in the sight of his small erection.

"Like a young man." he said with a laugh as he mentally directed her attention to his much more impressive erection jutting out from Mark's crotch.

"Well, that's not a surprise!" she said with a laugh as she bent over resting her lovely bosom atop his stomach, offering her pussy to him.

He let out a groan as Mark slid into her even as she let out a satisfied sigh against him as he filled her up. Being a telepath made sex so much better, he could taste the sensations from his other self as well as from her own point of view. The pleasure his immense penis gave her as it spread her pussy wide and stimulated her every nerve ending was incredible.

"Oh, God!" she moaned as she felt him start to thrust into her.

Xavier could feel his hands on her body, his strong fingers kneading her ass and then her hips as he pulled her back onto him. He could feel his lips kissing her shoulders and neck as he fucked her from behind. He could feel the pressure of his chest against her back as he lay half atop her, his strong arms wrapping around her as he fucked her.

"And how do you feel about the fact that I took over Wakanda, attacked your school, and stole your students?" Mark asked suddenly even as he continued to slowly pump just a few inches in and out of Jean's sopping cunt.

"Well, you have my blessing of course." said Xavier while exploring and squeezing her generous mounds, "It was my idea after all. What safer place for my students, indeed all mutants, than within the borders of the world's most technologically advanced nation-state under the protection of an all-powerful and benevolent mutant king?"

"I suppose so," Mark said with a smile, "But I was talking about the fact that I'm planning on fucking all your students."

Xavier smiled back, talking to himself was surely a bad habit, "I've been looking forward to that for a long time now. Besides, they belong with me, they belong TO me, one and all. Why it is my duty, my responsibility, and my privilege to care for their needs. All of their needs."

"Oh my, yes. You really are a dirty old man, Charles," said Jean, "But I love you all the same."

"I love you too" his other self said for him as he closed his eyes and felt the other man thrust into the busty redhead, her sweet wet walls grasping his cock as it pushed and spread them wide.

Jean was already close to orgasm. Every part, inside and out, that Scott's lesser length couldn't hope to reach was already contracting with his solid heat. She arched her back. His other self gripped her hips to hold her down and that only made it better for Jean because there was no way for her to escape the hardness of him, filling her up completely.

She lay across Xavier, big breasts squashing against his naked chest as her hands clutched his shoulders tightly. She gasped and moaned before telling him, "Ooooh professor! This splendid cock of yours! Make sure to thrust it into me plenty, okay?" She giggled, an absurd erotic fantasy of him being wholly separate from his other self in her mind and that she was cuckolding him with it as the bull. Silly girl, that was Scott's role!

He chuckled, hand reaching down between them to tease her swollen clit as his counterpart's mammoth intruder plunged in and out of her, "Indeed, I shall!" A sordid exciting idea popped into his head and he voiced it, "Though if you want that, then I'm going to have to insist you climb on top of me, Jean."

With a lewd smile, Jean acquiesced. She was in his head, knowing exactly what he had in mind. Mark's cock slipped out of her with a loud, wet squelch and she felt its lack intimately. She rushed to get it back inside, climbing onto the bed and vaulting her leg over Charles' head.

The pretty pink folds of her pussy hovered above his face at a close distance, hanging partially open from his other self's efforts and drooling her arousal thickly. Xavier responded with a happy sigh, her sticky juices spattering his face.

Next, Jean bent her elbows and dropped her upper body until it was sticking against Charles' stomach. Her big and soft breasts were squished, expanding out across his abdomen. They were positioned just as he'd pictured it, in the 69 position, however her legs were straddling his face with her bottom raised high. There was more than a dozen centimeters separating his face from her sex. His other self took his part in their tryst moving around to the head of the bed, climbing on, and Charles was treated to the titillating sight of his own intimidatingly sized glans approaching Jean's folds.

Mark impaled her with one long drive and her mound bulged outward, straining to contain the immense amount of cock-flesh inside. Comically, Charles felt his counterpart's large virile sack smack against his forehead, sticking slightly with the young man's sweat before his long withdraw retrieved it only for it to impact with the top of his bald head again and again as he drove into Jean above.

He dove into Jean's consciousness, finding her mind incapable of actual thoughts, just a cascade of numbing pleasure.
Most of what she felt was euphoria. The rest was something akin to swooning. When at last she came back to herself, she could feel the very tip of Mark's enormous member as deep inside her as it could possibly go—maybe even a little deeper. And he began to fuck her ever so slowly, ever so gently, sliding almost all the way out­—leaving her bereft of him—before returning and forcing her once again to stretch to the very limits of tautness in order to accommodate his girth.

“F-fuck! Fuuuuuck! C-cumming, cumming so hard! Fuck!” Jean squealed suddenly, totally lost and ecstatic, drool leaking from her mouth as potently as cum leaks from her cunt amidst her euphoric smile. She was so utterly overwhelmed with satisfaction, with pleasure, with the raw spiteful delight of achieving a powerful orgasm, “Fuck! So good, s-so gooooooooood!”

As her core continued to spit juices from her rim, continued to squeezing intently at the Mark's shaft, Xavier could feel the raw heat welling within her, ready to burst in direct response. His dear student's sweet snatch gripped him so tightly, as if milking him for his very seed.

The heat rose, poured through his very shaft, and with a sharp cry of delight Mark came deep inside of Jean.

The hot semen burst from the tip of his dick like a hose and Charles felt every ecstatic intense incredible pleasure of it like he never had before, squirting copious amounts of thick heat directly through the cervix straight into Jean’s womb. It poured into her without relent, bathing the walls of her core in jizz, and Jean wailed with utter happiness as she felt the intense majesty of her King's spunk filling her very core to the brim. So much cum was pouring into her, so much cum, that it completely and utterly painted every last inch of her womb with spunk, completely and utterly overwhelming every last bit of it, ensuring no part of her core was left void of spunk.

Semen slipped past the seal between thick shaft and swollen vagina, and Charles had no qualms about consuming his own essence, his lips attaching to their joining and greedily sucking and licking their combined sexual juices.