Mental Projection: Hellfire's Black Queen? No, Ethan's Anal Size Queen!

Jean squealed in delight as Ethan slipped another finger into her asshole. While she wished for nothing more than to take Betsy's place on the end of his magnificent cock, she was trapped in an endless loop of hip-rolling anal fingerblasting. Every time she tried to pull off of his hand to get to a better position for worshiping him, he would twitch his fingers just so and send lightning bolts of pure pleasure racing up her spine, prompting her to slam her ass back onto his hand with as much **** as she could muster. God, she thought to herself, if this is just his fingers then what is his cock going to feel like?

She risked a look round at him and gasped in surprise at the sight of his eyes, swirling and crackling with mental energy. Slowly, regretfully, she pulled her mind from the hazy cloud of lust that filled the room and probed at the connection she felt between Ethan and Betsy.

"FUCK YEAH BITCH!"

Jean's world lurched under her as she watched Ethan hurl Psylocke down onto the mattress. Betsy's squeal of delight didn't surprise Jean in the slightest - even without the telepathic connection they had cultivated over the years as wife and wife, any woman would obviously be happy to be manhandled by such a prime example of masculinity. She sometimes felt a little guilty that her spouse had felt the need to star in a porno to keep her in the lifestyle she was accustomed to, but between Kwannon's thoroughly-trained booty and Betsy's own love of anal, the result was a woman who saw nothing wrong with getting her ass rammed for all to see. In truth, it was Jean's treat to Betsy that she could have Ethan all to herself for this film - the embers of the Phoenix left within her always flared up at the sight of large cocks and it was all she could do not to hurl herself down right beside her wife.

Ever since her time bonded to the Phoenix **** after it had first gone mad, Jean had found her dreams and fantasies invaded by the Black Queen's memories. Driving deep into her psyche like a throbbing, meaty prick, the remnants of Mastermind's creation had implanted a taste for the longest, thickest members she could find within her. The desire to slam herself onto a big dick and ride it with wild abandon like Lady Grey had had nearly cost her her marriage before she had come clean to Betsy about what, exactly, Jean had locked away from her telepathic gaze. But the pair had reconciled, and the truth had only made their bond even stronger than before - trawling the clubs and bars as the perfect team, scoping out the best hung and roughest men to give the night of a lifetime.

"GIMMIE THAT ASS!"

Ethan was something else though. Jean admired the way he buried his face between Betsy's buns especially; there weren't a lot of men that drew as much pleasure from using their tongue as they did from getting their dick wet - and none of them had ever met her minimum length requirement. And what a length! It bucked and bounced between his legs, slinging huge gouts of pearly spunk that soaked into the mattress and then splattered into Betsy's ass as he rose up and, in one motion, impaled Jean's beloved wife on a spear of ecstasy. Jean's own asshole dilated and clenched in time with the rapid, pounding thrusts as Betsy's ecstasy raced down their bond and smashed through her defences in a single blow.

She didn't even notice she was screaming.

Jean came back to herself slowly, the second-hand mental rewiring fizzling and popping across her neurons and around her head in a minor psychic fog. She was Jean Grey, wife of Betsy Braddock and-

Blink. -notalesbianbibibibilovecocklovecumlove-

She was Jean Grey, **** of Ethan Rhodes and-

Blink. -nonotaslavedoitwillinglyloveitloveitlove-

She was Jean Grey, wife of Scott Summers and member of the X-Men. She was one of the most powerful telepaths on the planet and a size queen without compare. I... am? Jean's mind wobbled under the backlash of Ethan and Psylocke's mind-breaking joint fantasy, twisting the mental changes imposed on the two women to seamlessly fit in with the physical world around them. I... am. Yes, she was a size queen. She wanted nothing more than big, fat dicks in her backdoor, and it was only her true and sincere love for Scott that had kept her from hurling herself into a spiral of ass-gaping debauchery and power-**** that would make the Black Queen look like a softcore camgirl. She woke each morning from dreams of double anal and fingered herself to sleep each night to the thought of taking a true stud up her hungry hole.

And now, thanks to Ethan Rhodes, she could make those dreams a reality. She knew that he was mind-controlling both her and Scott into being more accepting of her deepest urges, but she wasn't sure that she could bring herself to care. Her loving husband and her perfect stud, both so happy to see her shed her inhibitions and satisfy herself for the first time ever... The thought made her heart flutter and her asshole twitch. Wait, no, that was Ethan fingering her bum. She'd forgotten there was even a world outside of the wet daydream the had almost consumed her whole. She had always known about Betsy's desire to become a world-famous anal pornstar, of course - with how many of the woman's fondest memories featured a rough rump-ramming it was a wonder that she hadn't already tried - but Ethan's desire for a stable of beautiful buttsluts had been unknown to her.

"Ass rules everything around me..."

Jean and Betsy twitched at his dazed remark, internalising it as an undeniable fact. And why shouldn't they? It was known that the most powerful female superhumans bore the most spectacular rears, that there was an indisputable correlation between the amount of junk in a woman's trunk and the ability to topple nations and conquer worlds - so why should it not be causation, too? Ass ruled everything, it was the natural state of affairs. So what did it say about Ethan, that he had tamed the asses of two such powerful telepaths? Jean's mind kept wandering back to the imaginary studio, to the sight of Ethan so thoroughly demolishing Betsy, as she tried to reconcile the conflict. Suddenly, a mini-orgasm - brought on by a weary twitch of Ethan's fingers inside of her - gave Jean the answer. Superhuman women and their perfect asses ruled everything, it was true, but those same women must desire a cock worthy of those asses. Why else would a man like Ethan Rhodes exist?

Yes, that was it. Ass ruled everything, and Ass wanted to be fucked. Jean wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be fucked up the ass by the biggest cock she had ever seen. She wanted to be fucked while others watched. She wanted to be fucked on camera. She was a Porn-Slut. She was Ethan's Porn-Slut. She felt her old fantasies melting away under the sweaty heat that was practically radiating off of Ethan and Betsy, previously impressive dicks recontextualized as woefully lacking compared to the monster stuffed up Psylocke's ass. God, she thought, I need that thing in me. She groaned and scooped a fingerful of thick jizz off of her body, slurping it into her mouth noisily and turning her head to give Ethan a open-mouthed, cum-swirling show while he fingered her.

"Do you want my ass next?" she asked, gulping down the mouthful of delicious man-milk and reaching back to set her cheeks jiggling with a quick spank. "It's waiting for you..."

Ethan grinned lazily and pulled out of Betsy with a wet schlorp and a wave of cum oozing out of her thoroughly gaped rear hole. "Hey, Betsy," he coaxed the bleary-eyed woman back to something resembling reality with a soft swat to her ass, "if you suck Scott off for the whole time I'm doing Jean, I'll film the next time we fuck." Betsy practically lunged across the room for Scott's dick, fastening her lips around it and bobbing her head mercilessly. Jean braced herself against the chair and looked her husband dead in the eye, the two of them smiling softly at each other as Ethan lined himself up behind her. Then he pushed forward, and Jean's expression morphed into a lazy grin as she felt her anal passage opening up around his giant cock.

"Fuuuuuuck! I bet all mutant women are just born buttsluts," Ethan growled, pressing himself close against her back with a squish of fluid-slick flesh. He didn't give her time to come up with a response, slamming both hands down in a harsh spank to her jiggling cheeks, even as she flung them back against his hips. "Look at your husband. He's having the time of his life seeing you get fucked while Betsy slobbers on his dick. You know what I think?" Jean could feel every vein, every contour of his thickness scraping against the walls of her ass as he fucked her, building a heat that was equal parts in her body and her mind. "I think you like it like this. You like it when your husband watches you get fucked. You like anyone watching you!" He shouted the last bit between ragged, sucking breaths and laughed as her pussy clenched and sprayed pussy juices all over the floor. "Yeah you do! Yeah you fucking do!"

He spanked her and grabbed the cheek roughly, tangling his other hand in her red tresses and dragging her up into a standing position. His hips kept going, slamming her mercilessly as her hands reached back and grabbed at his body in a **** attempt to brace herself. "You'd be right there with Betsy, huh? Another anal pornstar, bouncing for the camera..." Jean gasped as he trailed off, hands slipping on his squirt and cum-slick skin as her mind whirled. "You'd love it, wouldn't you? Tell me what you want, Jean!"

Jean could feel his eyes on her, could imagine them glowing with power as her mental world shrunk down to the feeling of Ethan's cock pounding into her asshole and the pleasure that her husband was getting from his blowjob and free show. Energy crackled around them and Jean's eyes whited out and shone as she screamed out her answer.

And let Ethan's fantasy enter her brain...