Psychics, Amirite? (Part 1)

Laura never liked the Hellfire Gala, mostly because she kept smelling weird things.

On some level it was nice to be able to smell the upper echelon of men. They were often very well kept and clean, doused with decent perfumes they enjoyed without feeling the need to attract a mate. It was cute. Though often marred by the sheer overwhelming stench of every woman’s two mouths leaking at the sight of the attractive men. Including her own. Coupled with the aphrodisiacs Emma would try and sneak into the gluten free options of the food (and not to mention the ridiculously ‘feminine’ dress they expected her to wear) usually meant Laura had an awful time.

Though it was strange, there was something in the air that she couldn’t really explain. Some event taking place she wondered if she should sniff out or avoid like the plague.

Her curiosity peaked when she saw that her dad had returned to the party. It was far too early for his anti-social ass to run out of cigars and beer, and as he walked by her she couldn’t help but ask, “You good? Thought I’d be able to hang out in your hiding spot.”

“Hrn,” Logan sigh/grunted, not even stopping as he trudged back to the party. “Got too crowded… you should probably go join em, kid. Don’t think you’ll wanna miss out on that guest.”

Laura raised her eyebrow, crossing her arms under her bust in confusion. “What’s that mean? Which guest?”

He didn’t respond, taking out another cigar and lighting it up before the giant head of Xavier appeared to chastise him. She trusted Logan’s intuition, and knew he wouldn’t lead her astray, so with a shrug she headed to where he’d been. His stench was easy to track, and she soon found herself on the balcony of the Frost Manor.

To where she found two psychic women masturbating furiously to a rope bound blonde.

“What the hell…?” she asked, approaching slowly.

Jean and Psylocke were deep in the throws of self pleasure, legs spread wide as their hands plunged their pussies at ridiculous speeds. Magik just looked annoyed by this whole thing, all while Rogue and Kitty tried to talk the pair down.

“Jean! Yah gotta snap outta this!” called Rogue.

Kitty snapped her fingers in front of her teammate’s face, “Betsy! You in there?!”

Laura just felt completely out of the loop, walking casually over to where Jubilee was trying to get Magik free of the psychically charged rope that had wrapped around her. With a simple swipe of her claw, Illyana was free.

“Spasibo, Laura,” she said while standing, “Much more useful than Jubilee.”

“Tch! Next time you get a firework to the face. See how free you are then…”

“Whatever,” said Laura, brushing off the dialogue to push the plot forward and point at the fapping psychics, “You gonna tell us what’s happening?”

Illyana shrugged, “They are in my mind.”

“In your mind? Like, psychically?” asked Jubilee.

“No, physically. I gained phoenix and butterfly tumor.” Magik sarcastically replied.

“Why are they masturbating to what’s in your mind?” asked Kitty while Jubilee stuck her tongue out, “Is it a… Darkchylde thing?”

“They be certainly enjoying whatever’s in there…” said Rogue.

“...” Magik sighed, knowing the jig was certainly up now, “They have probably found my memories of Spider-Man fucking me and Wanda.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...you what.”

---

Rolling onto his back, both Peter and Emma were panting like crazy. The moonlight making them glisten like diamonds from their sweaty skin.

“Haa… haa…. H-how many times is that…?”

Peter wiped his brow, “For me? Like four I think.”

“My my, Spider-Man. For the guilt you feel about getting any girl pregnant… you certainly are persistent in filling my pretty pussy with your thick fertile cum~” she spoke in a teasingly haughty tone. Smirking at him for a moment before rubbing her belly, “Mmm~ I feel your thick bullying sperm acting like their host, trying to merge with my mutant DNA eggs, all squirming around deeper and deeper and~”

“Yeah yeah, I get it. You think you know me sooo well~” said Peter, unable to stop his face in matching her beautiful smile. “I know I’ve been a bit trigger happy with web fluid in this universe. But with the amount of orgasms you were having can you blame me? How many did you have?”

Her whole sexy hourglass body stretched in pure aching pride, “Twenty seven!”

“No man would survive a milking like that,” he chuckled. “...hey, what’s that sound?”

Twas not a sound one should take lightly, especially if you were the father to a lion cub, as a stampede of feet were rushing towards them along the beach. Some were flying, some were using psychic powers to float, but Peter couldn’t help but feel incredibly nervous by the sheer amount of girls on their way.

“Here we go,” Emma sighed, turning diamond for a second to make it easier to brush off the sand on her skin. Then returning to human form to scan the oncoming horde. “Hmm. Seems like it’s most of the female X-Men. Meaning they left my party guests alone in my house… including the other powered women. Oh, poor Susan.”

Peter was already searching his clothes for his web shooters, “Damn it all to hell! I barely survived the Sinister Six! And Wakanda had way too many laws in place to get them to jump me… fuck, there’s so many…!”

“There is more than I was expecting…” Emma agreed, eyes scouring the crowd. “Ah! There they are. Do try to stay alive for a few minutes, Peter.”

“What? UNF!”

Before he could ask what she meant, a front runner of the pack had tackled him before he could even see them. His body skidding along the beach again as he felt a face rub itself against his crotch.

“Oh fuck! SNNNFFF! Haa! It’s so fucking hOT!”

Peter could only see a mostly torn dress wagging an ass at him, but he could tell from the ferocity, her voice, and the feet claws pinning him to the floor who it was. “L-Laura?!”

Her tongue was savouring every taste of his post sex sourness. Emma and Peter coated her senses in glorious union, “Mm… Logan was so right, this is exactly where I need to be…”

“Logan sent you after me?! …should I be honored or creeped out?” he asked no one in particular, “Wait! I don’t care, get off!”

Right as he was struggling to get the smallverine off him, another woman tackled him at high speed. His body scooped from the ground in a bridal carry, sending Laura flying.

“I gotcha, Sugah!” said Rogue, flying at top speed, “Don’tcha worry! I’ll keep ya…” her voice trailed off as soon as she realised that his erection was poking against her breast. “AH! AHH!!!” she screamed, dropping him back onto the beach in a high speed tumble as she grabbed at her tit. “Mah boob! Ah boner touched mah boob! Oh mah gawd!”

Peter grumbled, picking himself up to run away properly, “Freaking… ow.” he hissed, passing the suddenly masturbating southerner just as the other girls were closing the gap.

Or at least, he was trying to run. For some reason his mind was struggling to concentrate on even getting his fingers ready to web swing, instead it was just flooded with images of naked Jean Grey.

“Yes! You DO find these images arousing!” Jean thought in his head. Still running towards him with the others while yelling, “He finds my pussy sexy! I can feel his desire to fuck me!”

“Show him naked pics of me too!” called Polaris.

“Yeah, mine too!” agreed Boom-Boom, “He fucked Emma and Magik, so he must be into blondes!”

“That’s what I’m hoping for!” Dazzler beamed.

Meanwhile, Emma, who had stood in the middle of the ensuing crowd and mentally parting to a biblical degree, was talking to a different group of blondes. “There you are, dears.”

The minds of the five Stepford Cuckoos all lit up at the mental presence of their mentor. Their voices calling out and overlapping in almost complete unison.

“Miss Frost!”

“Is it true?”

“It is!”

“She got fucked by Spider-Man!”

“And didn’t invite us?!”

“How could you, Miss Frost?!”

“We want sex too!”

“Hush now, my dears. I promise you first dibs if you boost my next mental attack.”

“Deal.” they said as one.

Though this was as Peter was only barely managing to survive the horde. He pushed naked Jean, Rachel, and Betsy to the back of his mind, focusing only on instinct to guide him down the beach. Arguably he was making good process, though the flash bangs from Jubilee and Boom-Boom to slow him down weren’t helping. Then there was Blink appearing in a portal. Shadowcat jumping in front of him mid swing, Domino luckily shooting his web the next time it connected to a cliff edge, and Firestar and Laura rapidly gaining on him… it felt like the end.

Until a portal opened up in front of his manic dash.

“Peter! In here! Limbo shall protect you!” Magik called.

It was certainly a fryer/oven scenario, but Peter knew he wouldn’t survive this many mutants dogpiling him at once. Maybe once they’d calmed down he could return, but until then he shot a web directly past Magik. She dodged and grabbed it, grinning as she dragged him closer with one mighty pull. Peter’s body rushing through the air as the X-Women panicked.

“Stop her!”

“Illyana, no!”

“Wait!”

“HE’S NOT GETTING AWAY!”

In the single moment he started flying away, the sky lit up like the sun itself was angry at their decisions.

Jean was floating up high with a power that she had certainly tamed, but could still flare with her emotional state. In those seconds that Peter was airborne a lot of things changed. Magik was suddenly pushed back into Limbo by a psychic blast. Her portal was closed, snipping the web. And Peter fell back to the sand, again.

His head snapped back up in a panic. The girls were slowing down now, surrounding him from all sides. Jean landed hard on the sand, her clothes burning to dust in flames that fizzled from her body, a perverted grin on her face that matched the mutant gals around her.

Peter winced, “P-please be gentle…?”

He expected the horde to descend like a pack of ravenous zombies. But they didn’t, they stopped in their tracks.

“EVERYBODY HALT!”

And they did. Instead of ravenous zombies they all looked like hypnotised statues. Standing straight, still, with no thoughts behind their glazed eyes.

He was not immune to the psychic attack either, freezing on the floor.

Emma confidently strode through the group, hands staying firmly on her temples as she waltzed to Peter’s side. “I am still the hostess to this Hellfire Gala! And you are all my guests!” She declared, bending down till she was kneeling on the ground, lifting Peter’s head onto her lap gently. “I must protect all my guests, yet I do not want any of you to suffer either. Luckily for you all, I know of a place where all can be satisfied! We simply need a change of venues, darlings!”

Peter felt something strange happening to his mind. Just on the cusp of an uncomfortable pain rippling through his brain, “Tonight, you shall all be visiting somewhere very special. I present: The perverted dreams of a spider that lusts for the bodies of all women!”

---

“W-where am I…?” Peter could hear himself ask, but also not ask, and also not exist, but also… “...I’m… we? S-so many places… at once…?”

He was looking at a bedroom. No, he was still on the beach. No, a classroom? No, it was definitely the Bugle… or was it the Avenger’s Mansion? Gah… what was happening?

Emma’s voice seemed to center all his conflicting thoughts, coming in from above him. “I apologise Peter, but the mutants you’ve aroused are a bit too plentiful and powerful for even your incredible cock.” She hummed sympathetically, “I’m just lucky to have caught Jean by surprise… The cuckoos and I have split your mind into copied fragments. We’ve also trapped all of the X-Women in the segment of your mind where you keep all your naughty lusts. You’re experiencing all of your fantasies at once, each featuring a different woman who have never seen a man desire them like this. Don’t worry, it’s overwhelming now, but each fragment is you, just simultaneously. I’ll help you compartmentalise your memories so that you’ll remember it all in a proper order. So just sit back and relax.”

“Okay… I trust you, Emma.”

“That’s reassuring, dear Peter,” she reached down and pecked his forehead. “By the way, you may start experiencing quite a few orgasms from the simultaneous wet dreams. I’ll be transporting you to Krakoa as we do this, but my Cuckoos may need to guzzle your extraneous cum while you sleep. I hope you don’t mind five blondes sucking you off~”

“It’s… cool…”

---

Fantasy 1: Jean Grey

Though she had the highest chance to avoid it, not even Jean could protect herself against Emma’s focused mental blast. The cool night air of the beach, the panicked Peter Parker, the triumphant smirk of Emma… in a moment, it all vanished.

Jean could tell that she was inside someone else’s mind, though the surprise at her location change gave her pause to escape straight away.

She was standing in a place that felt both alien and deeply familiar. A faint scent of chalk dust and old paper wafted past her nose. Jean was in a classroom. A generic, all-American high school classroom. Or, at least, exactly how someone from the 90s remembered it.

It was clear they were on some sort of dreamscape, as the ‘students’ around the room at their desks were faded, indistinct blurs of color, like all of their faces were barely even half-remembered. The only thing in sharp, crystal-clear focus was the thirty year old man sitting in the front row. Peter Parker. Though clearly an adult, he was looking up at her with an expression of sheepish, teenage awkwardness. His eyes barely able to lift above her chest.

Jean looked down at herself. The elegant emerald gown she was wearing for the Gala was gone. In its place was a tight thin white shirt that strained against her bust, the buttons threatening to pop, displaying a shocking amount of cleavage and easily outlining her rotund nipples poking through the braless fabric. Below that was a ridiculously short black miniskirt that barely covered her hips, to the point she could feel a cool breeze on her legs that seemingly wanted to lift her tiny skirt and show just how little underwear she was wearing. Jean also found her ginger hair was pulled back into a high severe ponytail and that a pair of non-prescription glasses sat on her eyes. Though she didn’t know it, Jean was a caricature of a classic male fantasy. The ‘sexy teacher’ through and through.

“What...?” she whispered, her mind fuzzy, disoriented.

She felt a strange compulsion, a directive overriding her confusion. She was a teacher and Peter was a student. Her student. Something was troubling her student.

Her years of experience at the Xavier Institute guiding young minds kicked in like an autopilot. She straightened up, adopting a stern but concerned posture as she walked over to kneel at his eye level. “Peter,” she said, her voice warm and nurturing. “Is there a problem? You seem... distracted.”

Peter shifted in his seat, his eyes fixed on the floor.

She reached over to his knee but he flinched at her touch, “It’s okay, you can tell me.”

“It's... it's you, Ms. Grey,” he mumbled, his face turning a deep shade of red.

“Me?” Jean asked, a flicker of genuine curiosity cutting through the mental haze. “What about me?”

“My mutant gift… I know we’re in college, but I fear it is mutating…” he said with a gulp, “Every time I look at you my... my penis does something weird.”

Before she could process the absurdity of the statement, he did something that made her psychic defenses crumble. He slowly and deliberately pointed down to his lap. Jean blinked in awe at the sight. Straining against the fabric of his jeans was an undeniable truth. A thick and rigid outline of a hardened cock, straining at the sewing of his school uniform. All because of her.

“HaHAH!”

A sound escaped Jean's lips before she could clamp a hand over her lips. It wasn't a gasp of shock or a word of protest, but a laugh mixed with a squeal of unadulterated glee. Her eyes widened as she stared deep into the foreign object. It hadn’t looked so big when it was inside Emma, but from here the sight of a real honest to got erection was powerfully arousing. She couldn’t stop a wide and ecstatic grin spreading across her face.

The fog in her mind lifted, replaced by a singular, burning purpose. This was a problem. And as a teacher, it was her duty to help her student solve it.

“Well, we can't have that,” she purred, her voice oozing a teacher's warmth mixed with a sultry breathless whisper. She slunk further down, hips wiggling around behind her like an excited puppy. Her face approached his crotch, eyes locking with his, “If you are finding it… hard… t-to concentrate, Peter, then we need to take care of this thick, juicy distraction. S-so you can focus on your studies.”

“Thank you, Ms. Grey.”

Her fingers lost all that teacher coolness as she fumbled around with his belt, then his zipper. The sound seemed impossibly loud in the quiet dreamscape classroom, but she was far too engrossed to care. Jean freed his cock, and she made an equally embarrassing noise as it sprang into the air. Thick, hard, and throbbing in front of her eyes. It was somehow even more impressive up close.

“Oh, fuck yeah…” she breathed, her eyes wide with wonder.

Jean lunged forward, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth. The taste of him, the weight of him on her tongue, was everything she had ever craved taken flesh. Her cheeks concaved around his meat, not letting a single ounce of taste escape her tongue as it flicked around his cock. The X-Woman Jean Grey was gone, now this sexy teacher fantasy helping her student was all that remained. And as she began rapidly bobbing her head in an eager rhythm, she knew she had found her true calling.

Fantasy 2: Shadowcat

One moment, Kate Pryde was standing on the cool sand in the middle of the night. The next, she blinked, and she was next door.

Unlike Jean, Shadowcat didn’t have as many mental defences to protect against Emma’s meddling. She was in a dream, but wasn’t able to discern that she was. A new world had just become real for her, one where she wasn’t Captain Kate Pryde, the swashbuckling Red Queen of the Hellfire Trading Company. But instead, a woman in a bedroom that she didn’t recognise but knew was hers, hearing her boyfriend swing in next door and enter through his window.

She smiled and quickly phased through the walls.

A quick look back showed that for some reason, in this slice of life, the X-Mansion and Spider-Man’s houses were just next door to each other in a small suburb of Queens.

Kitty glanced down at herself. She was wearing one of his oversized band t-shirts, a Dazzler one of course, and a pair of silky panties. Hurrying across the grass with nothing on her feet, yet all the energy in the world.

As soon as she reached his wall she stopped, shook off some mental cobwebs, and waltzed smoothly through the brick.

There he was. Lying on his bed looking up at the ceiling, not even fully out of his Spider-Man suit but looking oh so tasty in it. “Hey, you,” she whispered, a wide, genuine smile spreading across her face as she shook her hips upon her approach.

He barely had the energy to look up, but somehow didn’t look surprised she was here. “Kitty…” he smiled back at her, knowing that her presence made his night felt amazing to her. “You’re here.”

She curled up with him, their arms hugging tightly together as she felt his tension in his movements, and the coarseness of his suit. “Rough night?”

“Sandman and Kraven teamed up…” he sighed, “Guess the ‘ultimate hunter’ needed to hunt dollar bills for his next meal.”

“But Spider-Man won the day,” she hummed, reaching up and gifting his reward right on the lips. “Come here.”

As they made out, Kitty performed her party trick. Just by placing her hand on his clothes she could make them phase through his body, stripping him easily of the sand stained spider suit and tossing it to the floor behind her. It wasn’t the safest method as he’d had masks accidentally fused to his pillowcase before, which was very hard to explain to May, but right now he didn’t care. They were naked and in love, and she was doting on him as hard as she could.

Peter’s tired and scratched hands couldn’t help themselves from clinging to her body as soon as her breasts were phased free. Kitty could have teased, but considering she was immediately fondling his cock it’d be quite hypocritical.

“You know Aunt May said no more late night visits…” he said, a clingy hope that she’d never leave in his tone, but trying to sound responsible.

Kitty just chuckled, “No offence to the old bag, but what the hell is she gonna do to stop me?”

The superpowered girl next door didn’t waste time in making Peter’s night light up in passion. The feeling of his cock spreading her lips should have felt so natural considering all the times she’d snuck over in the night, but for some reason tonight it felt so hot and new. Kitty did know she should be quiet to respect his aunt, but guttural groans and thick moans started leaking out of her.

Fantasy 3: Psylocke

Betsy blinked. Bereft of beach, bobbling balance back-and-forth, beautiful brain bracing Betty’s… Betty? Betty Braddock? Betsy Brant? Bugle? Before billowing blues… boring brows of bustling business building. Bright blouse binding breasts, Betsy beheld brave boy with beguiling big boner.

To translate: Psylocke had found herself at the Daily Bugle reception desk, with a flirtatious Peter Parker approaching. Though she was dressed as a different ‘BB’ in his life, she was open to see where this filthy fantasy led her.

“Hey, Bets,” he said, leaning against her desk. “Any messages for me? J. Jonah yelling about pictures of you-know-who again?”

“Only the usual,” she purred, leaning forward, her low-cut blouse giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. She loved the way his eyes darted down for a split second before catching himself. “But I have a message for you. You're late.”

“Hehe… uh, traffic was a nightmare,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair as a bit of rubble fell out of it. “I had to get a shot of the Vulture causing a ruckus on Fifth. You know how it is.”

“I know how it is,” she said, humming while adjusting her papers. “I covered for you, don’t worry.”

He sighed, feeling both grateful and slightly ashamed for always needing to be saved. “Thanks. Seriously. I owe you like, a dozen cups of coffee. With those donuts you like. And… a backrub or something.”

“My my, Peter Parker. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were asking me on a very carb heavy date~” she smirked.

The mood shifted.

Betsy raised an eyebrow. Was Peter… considering it? She was only flirting, but was he gathering the courage to actually finalise the asking.

Of course, Betsy Braddock was still a psychic, and thus knew where she was and what this is. So she quickly began pushing the hypothetical further down the pipeline.

“P-Peter! I accept your date! I think we just had a wonderful time, right?! Wow, I just love to hear all about your photography job! I didn’t know you roomed with my brother in college, such a small w-!”

“Betsy!”

Just as she was beginning to push the world around them to ‘fast forward’ their date, Peter grabbed her hands and dragged her back into the moment.

“Y-yes?” She asked.

“I’ve got too much on my plate to be a good boyfriend, so a date would be irresponsible.”

Psylocked slumped her shoulders, confused and disappointed, “Oh…”

He hadn’t let go of her hands, “Bu~ut I was just going to ask if you wanted to… fool around a bit in the copy room a bit?”

“Oh! That’s way better!” she beamed, dragging him away quickly in a random direction and changing the world to make a copy room appear before them. “Let’s go!”

“I-Isn’t that Jameson’s Office? Oh… huh. Guess I need to look at a mPH!”

Peter didn’t really have the time to be worrying about the little things, like ‘geographical location’. Betsy’s tongue was already far too deep in his throat for that. Arms wrapped around each other tightly as they both began stripping each other of clothing. Her deadly accuracy and psychic powers had his buttons and belt off before he could even push her against the copy machine. Delicately wrapping around his member and pulling-

“Ah! Shoot! I-I can explain!”

Betsy pulled back. Knowing men in her universe, he’d just splurted after minimal stimulation… only to find herself still groping a dry and hard cock. She realised what Peter was freaking out about, being the Spider-Man costume she’d just uncovered under his shirt. Right. In this fantasy world, Betsy Braddock was just a humble receptionist. “Uhh, wow! What a shocker!” And still not the greatest actress. She lamely raised her hands, “You are… a guy that pretends to be Spider-Man for sick kids at the hospital?”

“Uh… yeah! That’s it! AIP!”

Her legs wrapped tightly around his back, pushing him closer while the boner still trapped in his underwear was psychically guided to press against her gushing pussy.

Their faces were incredibly close as she purred into his mouth, “That make me so fucking hot, Peter.”

Thine torrid office affair was one hundred percent on now.

Peter’s hands were everywhere, roaming over her back, her hips, her ass. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he slammed her back against the humming copy machine. The vibrations sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, and the button on the copier to ‘on’. Neither noticing that Betsy’s bare ass was getting reams of pleasure, and printing on reams of paper.

The pair were too focused on each other to care. Betsy’s sexy assassin body had survived the fantasy conversion, and Peter was too horny to care why this woman that looked like a supermodel was working at The Daily Bugle. His hips pistoning into her with a raw, primal force that sent them both into moaning messes. The copy machine whined in protest in the confined room room. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't romantic. It was hard and fast, speaking to the months of inter office flirting the two were often teasing each other with.

Psylocke was loving this. Nails digging into his shoulders as he pushed repeatedly into her pussy.

Her British voice begging for more as she felt his passion fill her over and over again, her Asian breasts rubbing against his chest as he kept him close, and her American backstory loving the fact they could be caught by old man Jameson at any moment. Such a spicy love story she never thought she’d get to live out in even a fake reality like this.

As Betsy came, Peter followed her over the edge. Both of their bodies tensed as he emptied himself into her, his groan of guttural pleasure lost by her screams of absolute bliss.

They stayed there for a moment, Betsy finally noticing the scattered papers of her ass. A full documentation of her rippling rear getting fucked before filling up with Peter’s sticky cum. She smirked, rotating around and spreading her legs before Peter.

“Let’s make sure page three gets a copy of my tits next~”

Fantasy 4: Boom-Boom

Tabitha Smith had apparently ordered a pizza.

“FUCK YEAH!” she screamed, clawing at her bedsheets as the well hung delivery man rammed into her from behind, “OOHHH!! BEST! PIZZA! EEEVVVEEERRRRR!!!”

Something about their shared dream was quite… cliche. It had begun with Peter ringing the doorbell, and Tabitha coming out in only her most see-through negligee to pay him for the pizza with ‘extra sausage’. However the ditzy girl had no cash on hand, and asked if there was any other way for her to pay

“I hope you know, I don’t just sleep with all of my clients,” said Peter, a bit of his real personality shining through as he slammed into Boom-Boom’s big butt. “Just the ones with the extra tangy dipping sauce~”

Tabitha, being perhaps the member of the group with the least amount happening upstairs, was surprisingly the first to break out of the dreamscape aside from the psychics. She’d stopped believing she was some lonely suburban wife a while back, but was revelling in the fucking too much to want it to stop, so just rolled on with it. Though at this point the puns were an afterthought, and she hurried Peter along. “Yeah yeah! T-triple cheese! Anchovies! I’ll g-give you a five star review just FUCK ME HARDER!”

Pizza-Delivery-Man did as he was told. His cock became a blur inside her, sending explosive bursts of pleasure up Tabitha’s pussy with each thrust. Scraping his dick inside her pussy so roughly, and making her bite at the sheets with a wide grin as her body quaked in bliss.

He pulled out just in time (like any porn professional would) to spurt his web fluid up her body. Making an absolute mess of her negligee and sheets, and landing a heaping helping of jizz right on the pizza he was supposed to be delivering.

Tabitha reached over and gave the pizza a munch, savouring the sour texture of male ejaculate against her teeth as she chewed the tasty bread dish. Cooing to herself, “Hehe… dream cum pizza is the bomb~”

Fantasy 5: Laura

Emma was, on the whole, doing pretty well at picking the correct Peter fantasy to match a desire for each woman.

Problem was: Laura Kinney just wanted to fuck.

Without even acknowledging the mental plane her mind had fell into, the Wolverine just kept pushing forwards. She tore up the nurse uniform she’d awoken in. Shredded the bunny suit she barely squeezed into. Savage land clothes. Bondage gear. Even her own super suit. Laura could smell something close, and she wasn’t one to get what she wanted in cosplay. Pushing forward through the scenery changes as her eyes locked onto a single door that she kept walking towards.

“Oh fine, Laura. This what you so desperately want?” Emma hissed from above.

Laura just cared about opening the door in front of her.

“Huh?” asked Peter, looking around his tiny apartment in confusion. Seemingly wearing his mask, but also what looked like gym clothing. “Was I… at the gym? Oh yeah, I remember. This was that super hot week I couldn’t afford the water bill, so I snuck into the gym to use theirs but they kicked me out because I wasn’t a ‘paying member’. No wonder I stink so much… that was the sweatiest I’d ever-”

THUMP

“H-huh?!” he exclaimed, blinking as a naked woman had just fallen into his apartment while masturbating. “L-Laura?!”

“Spiiiddeeeyyyyy….” she groaned.

He quickly rushed to her side… only to trip and fall thanks to a certain psychic. He didn’t land directly on her as he managed to catch himself before anyone got hurt, but his crotch did end up suspiciously close to Laura’s face.

She gave one whiff of that incredibly sour sweaty crotch and orgasmed.

“UNNGGH! FUCK!” Laura bucked, liquid squirting out from her uncovered pussy across Peter’s apartment. “SO G-GOOD!”

“D-did I get you?!” Peter asked, worrying he’d just hurt her. Only for the girl to suddenly grab onto his waistband and pull him back down to sniff his shorts more. “L-Laura! What are you doing?!” He was too confused by the angle and the action not to pull away, and after a brief scuffle his gym shorts were torn asunder, just so they could land with a splat on Laura’s face as she continued to masturbate with her other hand. “What the hell is happening…?”

“NnnnGG! Ohh goood, Spidey~!” Laura was writhing on the floor. Her body clearly needing this more than Peter could realise, and frantically stroking with need that probably spanned decades. “P-please… it hurts…”

He gave a quick sigh. Any other world and Logan would have his head for even looking at Laura like this. But right now, there was only one man capable of saving her.

Laura peered up from under the tattered shorts as soon as she felt something harder, longer, and thicker than her fingers at the entrance of her pussy. Her body clawing with need at even the presence of penis, and she gasped out as the now naked Peter lined himself up.

“What’s a little more sweat between friends?” he quipped before pushing into her.

The Wolverine was already a feral mess before her pussy was spread, so getting that validating heat explode into her was like a bullet to the brain. Walls clenched tightly around Peter, chewing on him before he was already all the way in, as Laura herself latched onto his thick muscular back. Her own hips pushing back against him to get Peter as far inside her as she could.

Already her senses were overloaded with pure joy. For years she’d only been able to steal men’s underwear and sniff them that way, but even the most sweaty of men often bathed once a day. But this? The smell of three day man that was sexually active? It was the highest vintage of smells she’d ever had the grace of entering her nose.

Quickly she began licking up Peter’s skin. Anywhere she could grapple to, his neck, armpit, nipple. She’d lick the man clean of sweat if she needed to. All while he continued to rock his cock back and forth inside her aching pussy. Gaining speed faster and faster as they rocked each other’s worlds.

“Gonna breed me, yeah?” She hissed into his ear, “Gonna fill my pussy with jizz until I burst. Fuck, I want it so bad, Webhead!”

He chuckled back at her while increasing his speed, “Oh yeah I am! And I have one more surprise for you, Laura!”

She tilted her head for a second before suddenly he slammed his sweaty underwear over her head.

Laura came immediately.

“AAHHHHHHFUCKYEEAAHHHHH!!!” She screamed.

Peter couldn’t survive for more than three seconds in the absolute pressure chamber her climaxing cunt became. His sensitive cock practically being milked by Laura’s folds as they shared a passionate orgasm together, cum filling Laura’s womb to bursting point as she kept her legs pinned around him.

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A/N: Originally it was just gonna be Psylocke and Jean in various fantasies, but after so many requests for X-Women it made more sense to just expand the idea into this. I was just gonna have it be one long chapter, but it was taking too long lol.

Sorry if it's not as satisfying as giving each fantasy a full sex scene each and more just the lead up to it, but I was probably never gonna write big long chapters for each of these women anyway. Hopefully it's still fun!

(Also, for the record, I know it's a little annoying that this is all pseudo-fake since its fantasy stuff, but the next chapter is gonna end with Emma and Peter being on Krakora, surrounded by the women still as statues, and being all 'wanna make those fantasies real?' Implying all this stuff will happen for real one at a time anyway.)