Work and play aren't mutually exclusive

Mark trailed a hand down Ororo’s back and tried to think of a way he could protect himself from a telepath. Running wasn’t an option, since he figured that a telepath would certainly notice how he had tampered with Ororo’s mind.

He knew he could make Ororo forget about what he had done to her, wiping away the commands he had given her. At first glance this had seemed the safest option, but Mark had no idea if a telepath would be able to notice his tampering anyway and without the subliminal command that made Ororo follow his orders without question, he would be effectively defenseless against mutants whose offensive capabilities far outstripped those of normal humans.

There was also a dark, hungry part of himself that didn’t want to let Ororo go. That wanted to possess her. Make her completely his and no one else’s.

As Mark’s hand cupped the ripe curve of Ororo’s rear, her own hand wrapped around his shaft, which had already begun to rise again. The weight of it shifted between them like a living thing—thick, heavy, rising off his abdomen with slow authority. It curved up his body, stretching toward his chest, visibly pulsing as Ororo stroked its immense length.

That hungry part of him—the one that wanted to own her—grew stronger with each stroke.

Mark brushed a lock of ethereal white hair from Ororo’s face and looked into her adoring hazel eyes. He was struck by the power they offered him. The ability to reshape the weather at a whim. To create storms which could destroy cities. To annihilate anyone and anything that threatened him.

To serve him sexually in any way he wanted.

I can’t ever let this go. I just can’t.

“I need you,” he whispered. And he meant it.

Ororo seemed to like hearing that, because she smiled at him warmly. Her smooth dark hand started to stroke his erect cock.

“Ah,” a wave of pleasure trailed up his spine. “Tell me about the telepaths at your school.”

Mark listened as Ororo told him about everyone who had even the slightest talent for telepathy at Xavier’s School for the Gifted. She held nothing back. She told him of their physical attributes (Mark was pleased to hear that the majority of the telepaths at the academy were beautiful adult women, but then he remembered how dangerous they were to him). Ororo told Mark about their relationships. Their personalities. Their strengths. Their weaknesses. She told him the personal secrets they had entrusted to her. Finally, Ororo explained the fact that some of people she had described were members of a superpowered mutant team known throughout the world as the X-Men and that Xavier’s school was effectively a front for their operation.

“So you’re a member of the X-Men?” Mark shivered when he imagined just what an elite team of mutants would do to him if they ever figured out he had effectively brainwashed one of their friends.

“Yes,” Ororo said. “I’m known to the public as Storm.”

“Wow…” Mark shook his head.

To think I went from forcing my English teacher to go to sleep to enthralling my very own superheroine. What a day.

“You have got to wear that skin-tight X-Men outfit for me sometime.”

Ororo grinned impishly. “We can do a bit of roleplay with myself as the experienced heroine who finds herself at the mercy of a powerful younger villain. Would that please you?

“It would,” Mark found that he liked that idea very much. “You know what else would please me?”

“What?” Ororo’s expression grew attentive as she jerked him off.

“If you brought one of your female telepath friends here so she could please me the same way you are.”

Ororo stopped jerking him off and gave him a conflicted look. “You want to use your ability on one of my colleagues… n… no. Jean. Emma. Betsy… I can’t…”

Mark was tempted to simply give Ororo a command to make the idea of him enslaving her friends acceptable to her, but the thought of corrupting Ororo through other means inspired him to try a different approach.

“If you say yes, I’ll let you taste my -cum.-”

“Oh!” Ororo spasmed on top of him. Her hands flew between her legs and rubbed her drooling pussy.

“Doesn’t that sound like a good idea, Ororo?”

“N-no, I-”

-Cum.-

“O-oh god!” Ororo started to hump the side of his body. “I can’t… I can’t…”

-Cum.-

Ororo’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she collapsed on top of him, whimpering and mewling softly.

Mark scooted backward slightly. He grabbed his hard cock and brushed the tip across Ororo’s full lips. Ororo let out a breathy moan and stuck her tongue out to delicately worship his cockhead.

-You crave the taste of Mark’s cum.-

“Cum… I want your cum…” she whispered.

-You need Mark's cum.-

“Ugh, I need it,” Ororo moaned in frustration.

“All you have to do is say yes and I’ll cum down your throat. In your pussy. Your ass. All over your hot body.”

Ororo’s eyes were watery when she looked at him again. Her lips quivered. “I-I cannot... my friends. Please, Mark, just cum on me. In me. I’ll do anything… just leave my friends alone.”

Mark disengaged himself from Ororo and crawled behind her. He pealed apart her wet pussy lips and saw some of his thick white cum dribbling out of her sex. He coated two of his fingers in the liquid and positioned them in front of Ororo’s face.

“Maybe you need a taste.”

Ororo stuck out her tongue and lapped at his fingers desperately. She moaned whorishly as she brought her lips to his cum-covered digits. Lewd slurping sounds filled the room when Ororo engulfed his fingers in her mouth.

“You love the taste of my cum, huh?”

Ororo nodded quickly as she worked desperately to clean his fingers with her tongue.

Mark withdrew his fingers from Ororo’s mouth, drawing a whimpering protest from her.

“I think you’ve had enough for now,” Mark said. “I have to go.”

Ororo furrowed her eyebrows. “Go? What do you mean?”

“Well, since you won’t help me make your friends more accommodating to me, I have to try my best to make sure they won’t find me.”

“B-but I thought…”

“That I was going with you to Xavier’s school?” Mark raised his eyebrows. “That ship sailed the second you refused to help me. How do you think telepaths like Xavier will react once they realize what I’ve done to you?”

Ororo’s eyes widened. “I like what you’ve done to me. They’ll understand, Mark, they have to!”

“You know they won’t,” Mark said. “All it’ll take is one little telepathic scan of you or me and I’ll be lobotomized or at least locked away for a very long time. And you’ll never be with me again.”

“No!” Ororo shouted. She took a deep breath and composed herself. “I can’t let them take you away from me. I need your cum. I want to please you. I…”

“I altered you to my liking, Ororo,” Mark grabbed his hard cock and began jerking it in front of Ororo’s face. Ororo followed his movements with her eyes, as if entranced. “And you love it. Would it really be so bad for me to do the same to your sexy telepath friends and have them protect me from Xavier so we can be together?”

“No…” she mumbled. She licked her lips when a drop of pre-cum formed on the head of Mark’s dick.

“What was that?” he pressed.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you made my friends to be more like me,” Ororo's eyes took on a defeated look.

Mark smirked and pressed his cock to her lips. She opened without question and stretched her mouth around the fat head. Gagging slightly, she **** herself down on it, throat bulging obscenely. He grabbed her white hair in both fists and began fucking her mouth.

She didn’t resist.

Her eyes looked up at him with adoration and submission as she took the massive length again and again. Her lips stretched around him impossibly wide, her jaw trembling with the effort.

He slowed his rhythm, savoring it, moaning as her tongue swirled along the bottom of his shaft. When he finally reached his peak, he groaned deep and came in thick, powerful spurts down her throat.

Ororo’s eyes overflowed with tears of joy as she struggled to take it all, some of the thick load escaping to dribble down her chin.

He spoke. “Don’t swallow yet. Open your mouth and show me.”

Ororo gazed up at him through half-lidded eyes as she obeyed. She swirled her tongue around his thick cum, savoring the taste. Her body quivered with satisfaction.

“Go ahead.”

Ororo closed her mouth and gulped repeatedly. She opened her mouth again to show him that she had swallowed everything he’d given her.

“I love your cum, Mark,” she looked up at him through half-lidded eyes. “May I have some more?”

Mark made a show of mulling it over. “Maybe. Are you going to help me make your friends be more like you?”

“Mark, you know I will,” there was no hesitation behind her words now, just acceptance. "We'll be together, no matter what happens."

Mark was suddenly struck by the absoluteness of his power. If he could make Storm of all people turn on her own friends just so she could taste his cum, he could do anything. He could have anyone. And he’d always wondered what the X-Men’s female members looked like undressed.

The question was, who would Ororo help him ensnare first?