Emma was no help, onwards to Jean

"Are you okay with that?" Jen asked Storm, who seemed to be taking the idea of Emma fucking T'challa and Logan surprisingly well.

Storm grinned again and leaned in close to She-Hulk. "I am not worried. Logan would never actually want to touch a prissy little tart like Emma. And T'challa would sooner kill himself than be **** to sully himself with a cheap whore. Besides, if Emma ever tried anything with either of them... well let's just say Emma didn't do very well in either of our past encounters."

Emma heard this, but pretended not to. The last time she faced Storm in a fight, Storm literally electrocuted her until she was a twitching mess lying naked and helpless on the cold hard pavement in front of the X-mansion. And she had no doubt that Storm would do the same again, if not worse.

David felt a little bit better hearing that Emma had chosen to put herself in that situation. Still, he felt the need to make it up to her in some way or another at some point. But right now, he just wanted to focus on getting this power under control.

"Emma, as much as we all appreciate your... sacrifice," Carol said, her tone dry as she gestured at the cum still dripping off Emma's chin. "We really should get David to Jean. She should be able to help him get better control over his powers."

Emma simply shrugged, not wanting to let her hurt pride show. "Of course. Let's not keep the good doctor waiting."

As they made their way out of Emma's office, David couldn't help but notice the way Emma walked, slightly bow-legged and wincing with every step.

When David and the trio arrived outside of Jean's office, David was surprised to find that Jen, Carol, and Storm were all suddenly standing behind him in nothing but red stiletto heels, black thigh-high stockings, and black leather collars with a silver ring on the front. They all stood perfectly in line like they belonged to him.

"What the...?" David started to say. But before he could finish, the door to Jean's office opened and she stepped out.

David's jaw dropped. Emma was a stunning woman, but the sheer raw, natural beauty of Jean Grey made Emma look like a cheap, second-hand fucktoy in comparison. Jean was wearing a tight, green corset that did a poor job of containing her massive, all-natural tits, which were straining against the green fabric. And her long, fiery red hair cascaded freely past her shoulders, making her look like a goddess of passion.

"Ah, David," Jean said, her voice a sultry whisper. "It's so good to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you."

"Y-you have?" David managed to stammer out.

"Oh, yes," Jean replied as the trio of collared women behind him stepped into the office ahead of him. "I am quite aware of what happened with Emma. She has been very... expressive... about her experience."

David looked around Jean and saw the three heroines kneeling on the floor in a row, their faces downcast.

"They seem to be... a little different than they were a few minutes ago," David said.

"Ah, yes," Jean said with a smirk. "Do you know why?"