Dreams Are Powerful.

It was late at night and Emma was laying, naked, over the covers of her bed. She was slowly masturbating her clit, almost subconsciously. She closed her eyes, remembering the brutish way Logan had **** himself inside her, how they had **** each other. She enjoyed his muscular physic and his strength, but he needed to learn his place. She was The White Queen, she had made the most powerful men on the planet bend and take her strap-on. Only in his dreams would she be controlled by a common brute!... Dreams? Emma smiled and extended her mind's reach. She found him, Logan, his mind asleep, ripe for the pickings.

She entered his mind, and examined his dream. She seemed to be standing in a dark hallway, she saw a group of heavily armored men, all armed to the teeth, aiming their rifles directly at her... No... Not at her, past her. She turned around and saw what they were aiming for... Logan looked different, more animalistic, less controlled. He moved towards the soldiers quickly, each accurate shot just making him angrier and run faster towards them. He screamed a primal scream and lept for the soldiers. "That's quite enough of that." Emma said and flicked her wrist, suddenly the soldiers were gone, the hallway was gone, everything was gone. Logan and Emma stood in an empty white void. "Now then pet." She said turning her attention to the still rabid-like Logan. "Sit."

Logan tossed and turned in his sleep, his dream had taken an unexpected turn...

He was now shackled to nothing, his arms and legs held by an invisible ****, forcing him into an 'X' shape. Emma Frost stood before him, her cold ice blue eyes staring into his soul. Logan tried to talk, but found his mouth sealed shut. "Now, now Mr. Logan." Emma said her gloved hand cupping his soft member. "Remember who is in charge here." She squeezed his penis, not so much to hurt, but to suggest pain, to show him she could hurt him if she wanted. "You're mine, now... I can give you pleasure." His vision flashed white, now he lay on a couch staring up at the beautiful blonde woman, her breasts bouncing up and down as she rode him.

He was back in the void, arms held frozen. "Or I can give you pain!" She said and his vision flashed again, he was on the couch again, but now his ass was burning, he looked and saw her pinning him with her diamond arms, shoving a monstrously sized strapon in his asshole. He grunted. "Embarrassed?" She asked "That the great Wolverine, is being fucked in his tight, virgin asshole? Want to hear something worse?" Emma laughed a cold hard laugh. She leaned over him, he felt her nude stomach press against his soft cock as she did. Her lips were on his ear now. "You like it."suddenly his cock was fully erect and he was moaning through the pleasure of having his ass fucked by a woman. Her hand was on his cock, jerking him off while she rammed her strapon inside him. "Fuuuuck." Emma moaned as he shot rope after rope of cum across his own stomach.

"You're mine." She said as she began to fade from view. "Mine." The voice echoed in his mind. "Mine." All was dark. "MINE!" The voice was loud and started Logan so much he shot up right in his bed. The morning light shot through the window and he growled at it. The events of the dream playing on repeat in his head. "Fucking witch." He said and stood, but felt a cold slime run down his abdomen and thighs. He looked down and saw cum running down his body. "Motherfucker." He growled, his claws extending to full length. "Stay out of my head!" He threatened, unsure of if she was listening to her. "I'm coming for you Frost." Emma lay in her bed, chuckling to herself. "I think you already did... Pet."