What is Jean doing?

The room was illuminated by the flickering lights, casting a dim and eerie ambiance as Jean made her dramatic entrance. Her presence commanded attention, a stark contrast to the X-man that Emma had faced before—dressed in a black corset that accentuated her ample breasts, paired with matching silk panties, long stockings, and gloves. Her fiery red hair flowed in chaotic waves over her shoulders, framing a face adorned with a sinister smile, both alluring and unnerving.

As Jean stood before the White Queen, Emma eyes were transfixed, unable to look away from her captivating figure. Jean's smile sent a shiver down his spine, a mixture of intrigue and unease. "What sorcery has befallen you?" she mused, her voice laced with concern.

"Fear not, her power is as strong as ever," a young voice assured from the doorway. A male figure, seemingly seventeen or so, with an aura of confidence beyond his years, strode over the scattered debris. "She has merely warned me about another formidable mutant and we decided to pay you a visit."

Despite my youth, I exude strength and power with every step, making my way towards Jean. Leaning in, I planted a gentle kiss on her cheek and brushed my hand against her breast, eliciting a soft moan from her, her body responding to my touch.

"Ms. Frost, I presume?" I inquire, my eyes locking onto hers.

"You are indeed correct, young one," Emma replied, her voice laced with a hint of challenge. "But pray tell, who are you... child?" she questioned, her tone conveying absolute certainty of her ability to overpower his mind with ease.

Emma's probing mind encountered an unexpected onslaught as she attempted to delve into my thoughts. Erotic and pornographic images flashed before her—young Kitty Pryde, helpless on her back, a cock ramming down her throat, so large that it's visible going down, the young girl's eyes wide with fear. Another image of Jean, pinned down over the kitchen the counter, being defiled, cum oozing from her pussy. Suddenly, her mind was jolted, her own head slamming against the wall as Jean's telekinetic **** reminded her of the other mutant's presence.

"Who I am isn't important," I answer with a shake of my head. "But I wouldn't try that again. Jean won't be so gentle next time."

"W-what did you do to them, you little creep?" Emma sneered.

"Nothing compared to what I am going to do to you.” I say with a smile. I pause, looking over at Jean, then back at Emma. "You really don't like her, do you, Jean?”

"No, I despise her," Jean's glare was sharp, her smile laden with malice. "I loathe her. She embodies all that is wicked, evil, and deceitful. The White Queen is manipulative and vile. She cannot be trusted."

I nod in understanding and agreement. "I see. Kiss her.”

"Kiss me?" Emma says incredulously, glaring at me in my arrogance. "What, is this, your sick fantasy...” Her voice is cut off as Jean moves forward without hesitation, pressing her half-naked body against Emma's, their lips meeting as they kiss long and deep. Both women's breasts press hard against each other as Jean's tongue snakes out, sliding over Emma's lips and forcing itself into her mouth.

Jean's telekinetic hold was too strong, allowing Emma to do nothing more than squirm against the wall. As the kiss broke, Jean took a step back, her lips glistening with moisture as she licked them clean.

I allow myself a moment to let my eyes wander over Emma's lush, full body, adored in the skimpy lingerie of the White Queen. With a predatory smile, I step closer to my prize...