Paige takes control

There was a central tenet in Paige's head. She didn't want to live her life in Kentucky. She wanted to take her life in control. Her momma had 10 children, and had started young. That was her mistake, and Paige knew that she wouldn't make the same mistake as her momma. Maybe, just maybe, after she led the X-men or got her Ph. D, she'd settle down with Jono or someone, and have a kid or two. This was a central organizing principle in her life.

Or at least it was until 20 seconds ago.

It was a strange feeling, having your entire worldview flip in a few seconds like that. She suddenly had to be the best little baby maker that she could be. She needed to be pregnant. She felt... empty, lifeless. There was only one thing that could make her feel better, feel complete, and that was Ethan's sperm shot up in her.

The skin on her arms sloughed off and revealed steel beneath. Something about her powers destroyed her clothes if she wasn't careful. She wasn't careful this time; it was fine, she wanted to be naked.

Ethan barely had time to get a befused "what" out before one of her steel arms found itself around his neck, and the other one clamped his mouth shut. If he gave her another order, she might not fuck him and get pregnant, and she needed to be the best baby-maker she could be.

He toppled over and she slammed her hole on top of him. He was so fucking big.

Jubilation was shocked at Paige's sudden desire. There were still people around even though they had moved away from baggage claim. They stopped and stared, pulled in by the gravitational pull of Ethan's dick. Jubes thought about shooing them away, or stopping Paige. Not everyone who was staring was a hot babe, and thus didn't deserve Ethan's cock. But there were a few girls that were at least cute; she wasn't particularly interested in girls that way, and sometimes she was shocked at what guys found hot. She knew that at least a number of guys found Paige hot. Better let Paige take him, and let the gawkers gawk. Ethan could take his pick if any of them were hot enough.

Ethan groaned as Paige rode him cowgirl style. He never had someone **** him while fucking him. His mutant pecker stayed hard. He wanted to tell her to get the fuck off of him. Everything he said was muffled and garbled by her hands. She was fucking him like a wildcat. Even with his mutant mojo, he never had someone fuck him so fiercely before. There was fire in her eyes. "C'mon, fuck me harder! Knock me up! Give me your dick, give me your cum," she yelled at him, her eyes right above his. He wasn't even moving, she was bouncing up and down on his pogo stick like a champion. His monkey brain was just happy to be brought along for the ride.

"Cum inside me, c'mon!" she screamed at him. The gawkers had their hands in their pants, just at the sheer erotic display. How could they not want to touch themselves at something like this?

She could feel his breathing get more excited beneath her hands. His eyes rolled back and his massive rod became harder than ever inside her. The orgasm she had was the single greatest moment in her life. He came buckets. But she might need to fuck him a few more times just to be sure.

He felt dazed. Like a wild stallion who had just been broken. His head lolled about on his neck. The pressure on his neck and mouth let up, and he just lay there for a bit. Paige was still on him. She was laying down on him, his engorged prick still in her. She snuggled her head against his shoulder.