The professor’s office

Rogue walked up the last of steps and stepped through the sliding glass-doors, the Professor had swung his wheelchair around to look at her, Phoenix and Cyclops standing next to him and doing very much the same, with the remainder of the present X-Men following after her.

They had soon all of them filed into the TV-room where Colossus and Nightcrawler had been planning to watch a flick, two DVD-cases, one of them containing Tarkovsky’s “Stalker” and the other "Sir Henry at Rawlinson End", which Colossus had often championed, were placed on the low oak table in front of the semi-rectangular grouping of sofas.

Rogue was standing in the centre of the room, the subject of the uneasy attention of the X-Men, all of whom sported expressions which denoted that they were expecting her to start laughing manically and attack them at any second, but Xavier himself retained his calm expression.

A minute went past during which Xavier telepathically introduced Rogue to all of the X-Men, more of which had come stumbling down the stairs, too late to respond to the alarm.

As Rogue was introduced to the X-Men, she realized that she had yet to hear Xavier’s voice, the bald man so far only having communicated with her mentally. Further, Rogue felt herself being the subject of glances from the others which had gone from being hostile to something quite else, all of them staring intently at her wet, naked form.

Colossus, standing roughly fifteen feet from Rogue, was particularly taken by Rogue’s state of undress, and the southern belle could see a plump metallic object start to push out through one of the rips at the front of his sweatpants, widening it and tearing the fabric as it struggled to get free.

After a few seconds, Rogue let out a low gasp when she realized that the fist-sized piece of metal was in fact the tip of Colossus’ cock, which was growing larger and larger as he looked at her.

Colossus smiled salaciously at Rogue when she looked up from the sight of his member spearing out into the open, but neither he nor anyone else showed any notice of his very apparent state of arousal.

The other male members were displaying similar signs of lust for Rogue, though none of them quite as obviously as Colossus, and the women too were devouring her with their gazes, Storm even go so far as to run her tongue over her lips at one point, while playing with the sash that kept her tiny black robe tied together at the front.

At this point, Rogue was starting that an improvised orgy would break out at any second, but the Professor told her that he wanted her to follow him to his office, straight away.

Ascending up the stairs, Xavier was escorted by Phoenix and Psylocke, who used their telekinesis to whisk Xavier and his wheelchair through the air above the steps.
Following after them, Rogue decided that she might as well give her former enemies a parting gift and so wiggled her ass in a very suggestive fashion she sauntered up to the second floor.

Behind her, Rogue could see Storm following after her, and she soon found herself in Xavier’s office, which was styled in a manner so Victorian that you could expect old Vicky herself to come floating into it at any second, tugged forwards by a dozen Beefeaters.
It felt to Rogue as if she had been called to the Headmaster’s office, only that she was naked, and that the Headmaster had a lot of sexy secretaries who didn’t really see the whole point of clothing.

“So,” Xavier said, finally communicating with Rogue in the more traditional fashion, “you’re here because you need my help?”
It was courtesy that motivated Xavier in asking that, since he had already scanned every single corner of Rogue’s mind, and thus knew exactly why she was there. The three female X-Men had lined up behind him, the purple robe which Jean Grey was wearing being tied in a way which allowed Rogue a glance of her pussy as the redhead stood with her legs wide.

“Yes,” Rogue admitted, “can you help me?”

“I hope so,” Xavier said, pressing the tips of his hands together under his chin, “though I can’t say for certain yet.”

“You can’t?” Rogue could feel her spirits sink.
She had gotten her hopes up during the flight to the mansion, and the mere thought of spending any period of time longer than fifteen minutes here without being able to interact with the X-Men in a normal physical fashion was enough to start making her feel frustrated.

They were not only a collection of the most handsome men and sexiest women that Rogue had ever found herself with, they were also behaving in a way which implied that they all possessed some very liberal views on sexual relations. The mere fact that no one had even offered her anything which with to cover herself was a pretty strong hint at that as far as Rogue was concerned.

“A quick test would probably clear up a lot,” Xavier stated, “so I, Psylocke and Phoenix will monitor what happens in your mind when your power triggers.”

“You want me to sleep with someone in here?” Rogue was stunned for a grand total of three seconds, then the more fun-oriented parts of her mind took over and she instead felt her lust start to rise at the thought of who she was to fuck.

“I doubt that there will be much sleeping taking place.” Xavier quipped, just as the doors to his office pushed open and the X-Man who had been assigned by him to be Rogue’s test-subject entered the room.