The Brotherhood Attacks!

Since his powers had developed, Ethan had fucked pretty much every reasonably-hot girl in his hometown. Emma put every single one of them to shame. Not only was she beyond smoking hot, but she had skills, the kind that only years of practice could obtain, and yet she was somehow as tight as a virgin. Needless to say, as she jackhammered away on his prick, he was in heaven, oblivious to everything but what her amazingly talented pussy was doing to his dick, and how her perfect body felt to his roving hands.

So, he was taken completely by surprise when, just as he spurted his seed into Emma, the car was knocked over on it's side by a massive fireball. Wolverine, on the other hand, had no such problems, and was out of the car before it finished rolling, claws out. Meanwhile, Emma had reluctantly allowed Ethan's monster manhood to slide out of her pussy, assumed her diamond form, and hauled him to safety, then stood over him so her invulnerable body would shield him from harm.

Ethan was tempted to ask what was going on, but refrained; it was fairly obvious they were under attack, and even with his powers, he didn't want to sound stupid in front of the hottie. He also couldn't help but notice how spectacularly beautiful Emma's diamond form was, and wonder what it would look like covered in his spunk, how it would feel to fuck her in that state.

He craned his neck and got a good look at their attackers; a skinny blond guy in a red-and-yellow outfit with a pair of flamethrowers strapped to his arms, and a gorgeous redhead who's white outfit exposed acres of luscious blue flesh. He asked Emma who they were, even as Wolverine engaged them.

"The man is Pyro; he controls fire, obviously. The woman is Mystique; she's a shapeshifter."

Ethan's libido-driven imagination instantly went into high gear as he imagined the possibilities inherent in a shape-shifitng sex ****. And her actual form was pretty delectable too.

"I need to make eye-contact with her," he told Emma, and Wolverine. Emma nodded and joined the fray. It took a bit of doing, but eventually Pyro was driven off, and Mystique subdued. Ethan looked deep into her eyes; to his delight, he found that for all the plasticity of her body, her brain was quite normal, just as easily re-shaped for his pleasure as Emma's had been.

"You are my devoted ****," he told her. "You live to serve me in any way I desire. Nothing makes you happier than pleasing me."

And as he said it, her brain rewrote itself, making it true. Victory achieved, the quartet walked the rest of the way to the jet and took off.