Jean was still at the mansion

You wake up the next morning with a killer headache. 'Shit, I was only trying to help' you try telling yourself, but you know pretty well how vile your actions were. You look for the mutant ninja to apologize, and find her talking to Beast.

"I am sorry. I got carried away" you tell her telepathically. At first you feel her projecting a snarl, and scramble to erect all your mental defenses, but it is followed by a sarcastic laugh. "I am fine. It is good to change airs now and then" You hear back. She doesnt even bat an eye as she continues to tell everything she remembers to the Beast. Which is just exploring her daily routine at the mansion, she doesnt remember anything out of the ordinary before being kidnapped.

Natasha contacts you then. She is calling from the X-Men School. She found the footage of Psylocke being kidnapped, from being nailed with a sleeping dart to being taken away by another asian looking woman, but this one had long claws where her nails should be. Lady Deathstrike. The x-men did notice Psylocke gone, and Jean Grey spent most of the time in Cerebro trying to find her missing comrade. Beast admists he spoke to Cyclope to warn him the Avengers were taking care of their missing companion, Wolverine would take her back once she was fully recovered.

"... Well, Jean has been cloned before. Madelyne Pryor. She was a friend, she did turn bad, but she is now dead." Beast shares the information, it doesn't really help. You brainstorm for another few minutes, until Wolverine arrives to get Psylocke. Unsuspecting he was actually an illusion, she is actually handed back to the very same villains who had just kidnapped her.

You receive a call half an hour later. You turn on the screen and see Black Widow, asking for you to pick her up. You shrug and accept, you recognize the place and it shouldnt take that long.

She has a bag with fast food. You take a moment to realize she has one more button off than usual, showing her dreamy cleavage with surprising brazenness. She suggests you to stop in some desolate location to have some meal, it is pretty obvious what this redhead wants. You are making out next to a big lake a few minutes later, the bag tossed and forgotten.

She was the one who had spotted the place. Calm, isolated. Maybe a few rednecks hunting ducks. She wrapped her legs around you even before you landed. Pieces of your uniform were torn. "What are you..." you ask, but she shoves her tongue in your mouth before you can finish the question. Heck, you give up.

She runs her fingers over your dick, feeling its cylindrical shape beneath the fabric. She slices it open with such ease, your pole gets vertical. Her kisses go down your neck. "Oh-oh, someone is in a hurry" You say, but she places a finger over your mouth. "Dont talk. I am not doing this for your smart tongue" Ouch. your pride is hurt, but her gentle grasp in your cock is enough to make you forgive. She begins to strike its length, up and down. it hurts a little, she is very callous in how she is treating you.

You look up to the azure sky. Her lips find your tummy, and continue to go down. She finds everything about you firm, and seems to be caressing to find your weak spots. You let her find where it tickles and where it feels nice. Fucking KGB training. You feel her face pressed against your cock. You touch her hair. It feels so lush. She licks your cock, circularly. Her lips wrap your cock head. You almost cum thinking about how the ultimate femme fatale is about to give you head. It is heaven.

With your eyes closed and your mind swimming in paradise, it is your nose that detects the fragrant aroma. You reach with your tongue, and finds her pubic hair. You lick again. it is an awful angle to do it, but you try your best, and she seems to appreciate it. You roll your eyes, unsure just what the fuck she just did with your cock.

She is so wet. She smears her juices over your body as she follows the path of her kisses, and mount you, but facing away. Her pussy has no problem accommodating you, but she begins to contract her pelvic muscles it feels like you are fucking a virgin ass. 'When did she take off her clothes?' You mildly wonder as you marvel her wondrous hourglass shape. Gone, except for the skimpiest lingerie, barely more than a g-string.

She is bucking you hard, the baps are loud and wet. "Come on, give it to me, give it to me" she keeps ordering you. She grows more energetic as her orgasm looms closer "Fuck me with your huge cock! Fill me with your delicious cum" you can no longer hold, and shoot, the warm seed triggering her orgasm "Yes! Give me your baby"

Shot after shot, you keep pumping, your cock is still so hard. Her body lay over yours, still facing away from you, and you grab those tits that made you dream and salivate. You pinch her nipples. She loves it. You nimble her neck. She loves it. Her ear. She loves it. There is nothing, absolutely nothing that you could do wrong with her.

Something was wrong. The hair over your face was no longer the short red, but a wavy brown. The breasts were certainly firm , but had a rounder shape than you remembered. And her voice "Yes, keep fucking me. yes!" wasnt Natasha's. Your powers had abandoned, you could only hope they would come back soon. But fuck, this woman really knew how to fuck.

You cream her again. The illusion is reformed, and it is Natasha's image panting over you. You try to think about the ugliest things, to avoid another round. It kinda works.

The false Black Widow stands, and lets the image drop. She is a gorgeous brunette with deep blue eyes and a killer body. Years of martial training takes over, and you jump and stand too. The question in your face is so obvious that she answers it "The name is Mastermind, Mr."

"Apotheosis" you use your hero name, she doesnt appear impressed. Does she even know you could normally blow her mind away? You lunge, she apparently blocks, but it was only a illusion that you attacked. She was actually a couple of feets away.

"Stud would be more like it. I hope you dont mind it" Fuck, mind it? you wanted another round with the bimbo if you could. She raises a gun at you, a 9mm. You act without thinking and attack somewhere else, and feel the shot miss you by mere inches. But your kick did hit her. Predictable. You kick her gun away, and pin her down.

"That is far enough" A sword appears out of nowhere, pointing at you. You count the shadows of five others. Spiral. You stand up, trying to think of a way to stall for time. The lingerie clad brunette is clearly upset for being beaten in her game. You think how much you would really want to fuck her again. And the six armed bitch too. Nice adds to your collection.

She chuckles. Fuck, she is a telepath too. "Yes I am, stud" You focus on all the nasty things you could do to her, and feel your cock get hard again. "Screw that, you cant be that good" Another woman voice. You dont recognize, the blond woman who spoke, but the one besides her is Lady Deathstrike. The brunette tosses you her soaked panties, barring her well trimmed cunt "Here it is".

You get it and feels your powers returning to you. You Focus a powerful energy blast, but they are all gone in the blink of an eye. You wonder if they were ever even there, but you are still holding the g-string.