Assassin

Emma shakes her head slightly behind Jean.

“Sleep.” you command Jean, and catch the voluptuous redhead as she falls to the ground.

“Who is it?” you ask. Emma grins.

“Our Asgardian sent a warrior to eliminate Charles. I was monitoring him telepathically during your interview, and reached out once I saw his suspicions.” Emma confirms. Reaching out, you quickly tap Psylocke and Storm to sleep to maximize the assassin’s chances. Emma smirks.

“You’re getting good.”. You just shrug with a grin.

“Who’s the replacement headmaster?” you ask.

“Me. I **** Charles to write a will leaving me the rank in case of ****.” Emma smirks. You laugh, and Emma looks gratified. Minutes later, a thud is heard over the intercom and Emma’s phone rings. The White Queen laughs as she listens.

“He’s gone.” Emma says, and you pull her into a deep kiss. Her breathy sighs against your lips are intoxicating with lust, and eventually, you pull back, leaving Emma breathless. You sit beside Jean and order her to wake, and send the same message to Storm and Psylocke. The redhead stirs sleepily.

“Hey. What happened?” Jean murmurs.

“You passed out. Jean, Professor X was killed.” you pretend to mourn. Jean looks horrified.

“Are you sure?” she gasps.

“Yes.” you lament. Jean sniffs. Emma rolls her eyes.

“You don’t care about his ****, and barely care about any male X-Men excluding me.” you order Jean. She blinks. Then shrugs.

“So who’s the new headmaster?” Jean asks.

“Me.” Emma chimes in. Jean frowns.

“Surely it should be Jason.” Jean protests, laying a hand on your thigh, super close to your rock hard cock. You shift a little, but Jean doesn’t seem to notice.

“Jason’s still untrained.” Emma argues.

“Well, I nominate Jason.” Jean insists. Emma scowls. You look at Emma.

“You think I should be the new headmaster.” you say. She shudders, before obeying.

“Actually, I agree, Jean.” Emma smiles. Jean smiles at you warmly, and stands, and you climb to your feet too, and Jean extends a hand to Emma.

“If we combine power, we can make the whole school choose Jason.” Jean suggests, and Emma laces hands with Jean. They both concentrate, and a purple-white energy ring expels from them. It travels beyond the room and presumably throughout the mansion. Both women sag backwards, and you dart forward and catch Emma, who’s closer, and drop to your knees, cradling her curvy body as she passes out. Jean, slumped on the floor, is similarly passed out.

“Hey! You’re the new headmaster, right?” Ororo says, her tall, fit, luscious dark body displayed prominently in a grey tank top and tight leggings that strain over her ass.

“Yeah.” you nod.

“Well, shouldn’t you be in your office?” Ororo laughs, and goes to grab a combat dummy.

“Escort me?” you ask, and she quickly complies, and the fact that this exotic beauty tries so hard to service you makes you so damn horny! Storm smiles at you as you walk into the waiting room. She then leads you into the office, where a gorgeous woman with long, dark hair and a man with rippling muscles and dark sunglasses are cleaning up blood.

“Hey, boss.” the girl smirks, slightly posing with one hip showed off.

“Hi.” you wave. Ororo snorts. The man with sunglasses extends his hand.

“Scott Summers. Or Cyclops.” he says flatly. The girl rolls her eyes.

“Hush. I’m Laura Kinney. X-23.” the beautiful girl shrugs. Wolverine’s daughter. Dread settles inside your stomach, but you push past it and lock eyes with Laura, who shudders. Scott looks confused, but a quick nod at Storm has her escorting him out of the room. Laura was twisting and grunting, a response you’ve never seen before. She scrabbles at her jeans and tears them off before falling to the floor, her hips bucking like mad as she literally orgasms on your floor.

You gape as Laura starts shuddering again, and her hips raise up before hitting the ground as she orgasms for the second time. Laura starts moaning very sexually, and you try to contact Jean, and the redhead replies with a grunt, probably still mostly asleep from hypnotizing a whole mansion. Soon, Jean walks in the door to see Laura thrashing in her seventh orgasm.

The beautiful woman lightly straddles Laura’s hips and touches her temples. Laura goes still. Jean pulls back, gasping. Laura’s orgasmic actions continue, and Jean gapes as she squirts up and hits Jean all over her big, bouncy tits. Jean rolls off of Laura and stands up, not noticing that Laura’s juices had turned her white tank top transparent.

“Your power is reacting in further height to her super-senses, which obviously means her pleasure center, the focal point of your power, is just overran.” Jean says, and looks at the thrashing, moaning Laura. You bend over Laura and touch her temples, and see that Laura’s brain is indeed just bursting with your power. You try to focus it all back into her pleasure center, and seal it up, and fall back into Jean’s waiting arms, and see that Laura is finally exhausted, panting after eight orgasms.

You stand out of Jean’s hold, and kiss her gently, and feel her hum against your mouth as she enjoys the kiss.

“Whoa.” Laura gasps from the floor, and you move towards her. She looks at her torn jeans on the floor, and absolutely soaked panties, and accepts your hand up, and you help her get her jeans back on. She smiles weakly and thanks you, before leaving. Jean turns to face you.

“Clean up crew?” she laughs, pointing at the pool of Laura’s juices. Not only did she orgasm eight times, they were eight huge explosions of her juices.

“Nah.” you say, and wrap your arms around Jean’s slender waist, and she stands on her toes to kiss your lips. Since she was a little shorter than you, you had to bend down slightly to kiss her. Your hands migrate down to her thick hips, and she groans as you start kneading her big, fleshy ass as your hands continue to feel her up.

The fact that this woman who was older than you, was so desperately infatuated made you so damn horny, you honestly wanted to bend Jean over the desk and fuck her brains out.