Storm

It was a dark and stormy night.

Ororo Monroe lay in bed, naked, rain pounding on the window outside. What had begun as a pitter patter was building up to a crescendo, as Ororo used the height of Wakandan technology to explore new heights and depths of pleasure. The gleaming long vibrating Vibranium shaft hummed inside her, eliciting an animal like roar from Ororo. They didn't call it the Black Panther for nothing.

She hoped no-one else in the mansion would hear her, as the device drove in yet deeper. She bit on her bottom lip, as her eyes rolled back in her head and every muscle clenched. If her hair wasn't already white, this night would have turned it that way.

Storm was beyond the point of no return when the door to her room opened and she saw her open-mouthed teammate standing there, their face illuminated by a sudden flash of lightning in the night sky. The other X-Man opened their mouth to speak, but their words, along with Ororo's final cry of ecstasy, were swallowed by the thunder outside.