A Completely Different Day in the X-Harem [pt. III]

The suite where they were having this telepathically curated sermon occupied the nineteenth floor of Bashenga tower, high above Birnin Zana, where the palace rose with the jungle as backdrop in tiers of black glass, gold-veined stone, and sculpted vibranium.

Outside their suite,and before it the Golden City glittered in the afternoon heat.

From the balcony, Birnin Zana spread across the hidden valley in terraces of architecture and living green, blending into the surrounding jungle effortlessly. Towering skyscrapers rose from the valley floor like polished obsidian trees, their sleek facades draped with cascading gardens that spilled from balconies and skybridges in curtains of emerald. Hanging vines traced the edges of elevated walkways. Flowering plants burst from rooftop parks suspended hundreds of feet above the streets. Entire vertical forests climbed the sides of residential and research towers, softening the city’s futuristic silhouette with layers of leaves, blossoms, and shade. It was a staggering monument to unconquerable pride, a utopia built on the absolute certainty that they were smarter and safer than the rest of the world. But all that majestic hubris had been hollowed out in a heartbeat, infected by a single mind and twisted into a humiliating joke.

So much for Wakanda: the whole gorgeous Afro-futuristic miracle had been repurposed into Markanda, a mutant-dick worshiping theocracy with waterfalls, hover-trams, and better architecture than any cult deserved.

Inside the suite the defeated X-men were all gathered around Nightcrawler, their minds temporarily massaged to a different understanding of the world and their own place in it.

The chamber was circular, large, and obscenely luxurious. Cream marble spread beneath violet rugs worked with gold thread. Low tables held crystal pitchers, cut fruit, abandoned cups, and little trays of sweet cakes and spiced nuts. Lamps glowed from recessed niches, spilling warm amber light across the walls until every surface seemed touched by honey. The room had been designed for absolute comfort, high-definition exhibition, and zero restraint.

An enormous round bed dominated the center of the suite.

The mattress was piled with cream and purple pillows, its gold-trimmed bedding rumpled into soft haphazard mounds.

Bobby’s naked surfer-bod was beside Daisy’s on the bed, jerking off as he lay propped up on a bunch of pillows. Quake was on her stomach, big tits jiggling against the sheets every time her hips rolled, her face turned toward the action while she shamelessly ground herself against her own hand.

Magma lounged low in her basically bean-bag chair, one hand squeezing her own heavy breast while the other worked between her thighs, heat shimmering off her golden-brown skin; Colossus sat huge and naked on a very squished chaise, steel pecs and six-pack abs gleaming, his massive body too polite for this situation; and Gambit reclined across from Rogue, lean pecs tight, washboard stomach flexing, cock in hand as he stroked himself and watched her.

Rogue, herself, had one hell of a view.

She was slouched back on the couch with her thighs spread wide and Logan’s thick cock still in her hand, the heavy meat resting in her palm like a sacred symbol of Mark’s favor. But Kurt had the center of her attention. His blue body was lean and gorgeous above her, acrobat’s muscle and soft fur, with that white collar still sitting at his throat. His thirteen-inch cock hung over her stomach and tits, heavy enough that the blunt pink-and-blue head swayed when he breathed. A fat string of pre stretched from the little nub on the wide face of his cockhead and dropped onto the pale swell of one breast.

Rogue grinned, “Well, ain’t that friendly.”

“It is only a blessing.”

“Then bless me proper, Father.”

She used the tip of one finger to smear the pre across her skin, then lifted it to her lips and tasted him while looking up through her lashes. Precum was holy and swallowing the musky salty drop felt like a genuine communion. The barnyard musk of him was still thick in her nose, mixed with brimstone, and the wrongness of it should have made her hesitate. It didn’t. Mark was God, Kurt was His priest, and Rogue was lying there with her tits out, legs open, and a handful of Wolverine. Life had sure gotten a lot simpler all of a sudden.

Kurt’s smile turned wicked, his tail flicking lazily as he deliberately swayed his hips just a fraction out of her reach. "So greedy, Schwester. But surely a respectable brother shouldn't fuck his sweet little sister. Perhaps I should take my blessings elsewhere."

“Uh-uh.” She tightened her hand around the thick base of his cock. “Don’t you get all brotherly on me now. You brought this big holy thing over here and dripped on my tit. That makes this a service call.”

His eyes warmed, and that made him more dangerous, not less. “You are very difficult to shepherd.”

“Ah’ve been told Ah’m worth the trouble.”

Logan gave a low grunt beside her. “That she is.”

Rogue squeezed his cock for that. “Good answer.”

Across the room, Remy let out a harsh, bitter exhale, his hand pumped furiously up and down his own slick, hard cock. His red eyes were fixed exclusively on the three of them, burning with a possessive jealousy that he couldn't quite stop himself from getting off on. "Ain't you just de generous saint today," Remy gritted out, his Cajun drawl tight with strain. "Got both hands full of mutant charity while your man is stuck over here polishin' his own damn meat."

It was a pathetic complaint, considering he wasn't exactly suffering alone. Kitty sat on a low cushion right beside him, so close that one of her bare, spread legs was draped heavily across Remy’s thigh. Kitty was biting her lower lip hard, her fingers plunging rapidly into her own slick pussy while her other hand gripped her bare calf tight enough to leave bright red marks. If Remy could have just dragged his masochistic gaze away from Rogue’s display for five seconds, he would have realized he had a ****, soaking-wet mutant practically serving herself up to him. But the Cajun was too busy torturing himself to notice.

“Don’t sulk, baby. You look too pretty when you sulk.”

“Chère, you spread out under two men and call me de problem?”

“Ah’m multitaskin’.”

Kurt’s tail curled around his own shaft just past Rogue’s hand and guided the head lower. Rogue’s breath caught as that blunt bell of flesh hovered over her belly, then dipped between her breasts. He dragged himself over the soft, heavy rise of them, leaving slick lines of moisture across her skin.

Rogue arched her back to press more tit around him.

Kurt inhaled sharply, his yellow eyes darkening. “Such incredible abundance.”

“Sugar, they ain't stained glass windows,” Rogue purred, squeezing her cleavage tighter around him. “You don't just stare at 'em.”

His hand settled lightly on her hair, his thumb brushing her scalp. “I know, Liebling,” he murmured, his voice dropping into that gentle, familiar rumble. “But a devout man always appreciates the altar before he takes communion.”

That hit a warmer place inside her. Kurt always did that. Even as Mark’s high priest, even standing over her naked with his enormous cock between her tits, some part of him still found the tender angle and slipped right through. Rogue swallowed, then covered the sudden softness by lifting her breasts with both hands and forcing them tighter around his shaft.

“Then quit preachin' and get to worshipin'.”

Kurt let out a low groan as Rogue pressed her breasts around his cock and stroked him between them, slow at first, then firmer when she felt his hips instinctively buck forward to answer. There was just too much of him. The thick pink-and-blue shaft rode between her tits like a slick, heavy piston, forcing the soft flesh apart while her cleavage squeezed desperately around it from both sides. The wide, equine head shoved up past the top of her breasts, dripping thick ropes of pre down into the valley between them and over the pale curve of her chest. She looked up at him and smiled because she knew damn well she knew damn well she looked good doing it.

“See?” she said. “Ah can be pious.”

Kurt looked down at the slick mess of his cock between her breasts, then back to her face. His smile was warm, proud, and entirely serious.

“Yes,” he said. “Beautifully.”

Logan’s hand came down on her thigh, rough fingers spreading her wider. Rogue felt his attention shift from Kurt’s cock between her tits to her open pussy below, and the heat in her belly doubled. She was being watched by all of them now. They all looked so hot, her friends and teammates, all naked and ready and down to fuck. Every hard cock, every wet cunt in the room was sacred. Maybe make some More Mutants right here right now.

Rogue tipped her hips up. “There’s room, Father Wagner,” she said. “Ah made sure.”

She was not hiding a damn thing. Not from Kurt. Not from Logan. Not from Remy. Not from the cameras. Her pussy was wet, open, and ready. A wet mutant pussy was a direct gift from Mark, and Rogue was practically overflowing with His grace. Logan’s fingers were already working her while Kurt’s pre slicked her folds, and Mark had made all of it holy.

Kurt’s tail guided his cockhead down from her tits to her stomach, then lower. It dragged over the soft slope of her belly and hovered above her open cunt.

Logan did not pull his fingers back when Kurt lowered closer. If anything, he spread her wider, two thick knuckles buried in her while his thumb dragged hard over her clit. Rogue bucked into his hand with a dirty little laugh, her body caught between Logan’s fingers and Kurt’s dick.

Kurt watched the motion with that same serene priest’s smile, but his cock betrayed him. The broad head twitched above her, the little nub on the pink-and-blue face shining wet before another heavy bead of pre swelled out. Rogue saw it gather, saw it tremble, and lifted her hips like she was inviting rain.

The rope dropped straight into her open folds.

She moaned as it hit. Logan’s fingers pushed through it at once, fucking the slick deeper into her, mixing Kurt’s pre with her own wetness until the sound between her thighs turned obscene. Rogue’s hand came down over Logan’s wrist, not stopping him, just holding him there while he stirred the mess into her cunt.

“Look at that,” she breathed. “You’re helpin’ me get ready.”

Kurt’s voice lowered. “You are already ready.”

“Then stop hoverin’ and put it in.”

His cockhead pressed against her folds, spreading them without entering as Logan’s big hand retreated to grip her thigh. Rogue’s hands grabbed the couch. The size of him there, right there, made her breath go thin.

“Kurt.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t tease me unless you’re prepared to hear me get ugly.”

“You asked me to tend you.”

“Ah asked you to fuck me.”

Logan’s mouth curved. Remy’s hand jerked faster around his cock.

Kurt’s smile stayed gentle. “Ask sweetly.”

Rogue stared up at him, offended and unbearably turned on. “You smug blue bastard.”

“Sweetly, Anna Marie.”

She pouted up at him, all big eyes and flushed cheeks and shameless tits slicked with his pre.

“Please,” she said, dragging it out in her thickest drawl. “Please put that big holy cock inside me, sugar. Ah’m open, Ah’m wet, and Ah’m askin’ so nice.”

Jubilee exploded from Logan’s other side.

“Aww, like, c’mon!”

Rogue pulled her hand back from Logan’s cock as Jubilee climbed halfway over his lap, the young mutant's bare skin sliding against his hairy bulk. Her little shaved slit glistened against his fat cock as she pressed herself entirely into his space. She looked as cute as sin, naked as the day she was born, those perky A-cups jiggling as she planted one hand on Logan’s hairy shoulder and pointed an accusing finger at the blue priest.

“No, seriously, like, c’mon!” Jubilee complained. Her cheeks were flushed with a mix of bratty entitlement and ****, painful need. “This is totally killing me! You’re just tap-tap-tapping her pussy with the end of the giant church horse-dick while everybody’s sitting here waiting for the fireworks. Like, geez! She gets the huge tits, she gets Gambit drooling over her, and she gets Wolvie’s big daddy-cock all the time. It is sooooo not fair!”

Logan looked down at the naked girl on his lap, then over at Kurt’s cock still hovering over Rogue.

“You got a point, kid, or are you just yellin’ at the dick?”

“I’m just saying,” Jubilee insisted, pouting down at Logan before looking back at Kurt, “Rogue already gets your big hairy cock whenever she wants it. She shouldn’t also get to hog the huge church horse-dick while the rest of us sit here like good little sidekicks with perfectly usable pussies.”

She jabbed a finger straight at Kurt’s massive prick, cheeks flushed, voice bright and bratty and way too eager.

“I want first ride. I want the giant blue horse cock, I want it now, and I am not letting Miss State Fair Tits call dibs on every monster dick in the room.”

Miss State Fair Tits? Rogue had to smirk at that.

Jubilee lunged forward. She grabbed the thick, furry sheath right at the base of Kurt’s monstrous cock with both small hands. With frantic, eager energy, she began to pump the fleshy blue sleeve up and down over the mottled pink-and-blue shaft, using his own anatomy like a living fleshlight. She stroked him fast and hard, panting, looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

“See? I’m totally helping!” she babbled loudly, her mouth hanging open as she jacked him faster. “So, like, plug me in already! I'm dying here!”

Rogue let out a deep, throaty laugh. She could have told the brat to wait in line, but seeing Jubilee practically vibrating with that kind of absolute, **** need made it hard to say no. Let the kid have some fun. Besides, with Logan’s thick, heavy meat already pulsing hot and ready right next to her, letting Kurt wander off to handle the girl wasn't exactly a sacrifice.

“Well, Ah certainly ain’t one to stand in the way of righteous devotion,” Rogue drawled, waving a lazy hand. “Go on then, sugar. Let her have it, Father.”

Kurt smiled warmly, genuinely pleased by the display. He placed a three-fingered hand gently on Jubilee's dark, spiky hair. “Such wonderful zeal. You truly carry Mark in your heart, Fraulein.”

She nodded frantically, still pumping his sheath. “Like, yeah. Definitely lower, but yeah, totally!”

“Lower is still within Mark’s creation,” he chuckled warmly.

“Awesome. Glad God totally wants my pussy wrecked.” Jubilee gave the thick blue sleeve one last frantic pump, then her hand slowed as she stared wide-eyed at the sheer mass of the huge cock jutting from it. “Geez. Okay. That thing is fucking huge. Like, seriously huge. That is going to split me wide open.”

Rogue laughed from the couch, one hand sliding back around Logan’s cock because she was not about to leave him neglected. “Little late to get shy now, baby girl.”

“I’m not shy,” Jubilee said immediately, voice going high and defensive. “I’m just, y’know, respecting the scale of the situation.”

Bobby snorted. “Respecting the scale. Put that on the chapel banner.”

“Shut up, Bobby!”

Logan’s hand settled on Jubilee’s bare hip for one rough second before Kurt took her. It was barely a touch, but Jubilee caught it like a medal pinned to her skin. Her spine straightened. Her chin came up. Her flushed face went bright and stupid with pride.

Kurt saw it too.

“Come here, Jubilation.”

His tail curled around her waist.

Jubilee squeaked as the coil tightened and lifted her clean off Logan’s lap. Her hands flew from Kurt’s sheath to his shoulders, fingers grabbing at blue fur.

“Gah! Okay, we're doing the acrobat thing!” she squeaked, squirming impatiently against his hold. “I'm airborne! Do not drop me, and also, please just fuck me already!”

Kurt lifted her higher with easy strength. His tail slid under her ass and thighs, spreading her legs while his hands steadied her ribs. She ended up suspended against him, naked tan body pressed to blue fur, little tits bouncing every time she squirmed. Because of its sheer, obscene length, his huge cock swung up from behind and underneath her, the broad, wet head rising right up in front of her belly.

Jubilee looked down.

“Holy fuck,” she blurted. “That is a lot of dick. Like, that is a lot of horse dick.”

“It is a sacred instrument,” Kurt said.

“It’s a giant cock, Father. We can use regular slut words in church now, remember?”

Rogue barked a laugh. “Girl’s got a point.”

Kurt smiled and shifted his stance. His tail held Jubilee open in front of him, knees wide, shaved slit exposed to the whole room. She blushed down to her chest, but she did not try to hide. She pushed her hips forward instead, stubborn and hot and already dripping.

“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, okay. Put it in. I’m good. I’m so good. I’m gonna be awesome. Everybody shut up and watch me be awesome.”

Kurt brought her down until the wide bell of his cockhead pressed against her.

Jubilee stopped talking for half a second.

Only half.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered. “That’s so huuge…”

Kurt kissed the side of her face. “Breathe.”

Then he pressed.

The blunt head spread her open.

Jubilee’s mouth fell open and the noise that came out of her was tiny, sharp, and shocked. Her pussy stretched around the glossy pink-and-blue flare, lips **** wide around the cockhead. It looked impossible, her tight little slit trying to swallow a slab of meat that had no business fitting. Suspended facing outward, her hands flailed in the empty air for a frantic second, having nothing to anchor onto as her body was invaded.

Noticing her panic, Kurt reached around her front and offered one large, three-fingered hand. Jubilee clamped onto it like a lifeline, her small fingers tangling desperately with his, while her other hand flew up to fist tight into her own dark hair. Kurt’s free hand slid around her ribs, his palm easily swallowing one of her small, perky tits before his thumb found her hard little eraser head nipple, flicking it back and forth as his tail lowered her onto his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she babbled. “No, yeah, yes, okay, c’mon, c’mon, don’t stop, don’t stop, but also holy shit, Kurt, that’s huge.”

Kurt held steady, patient and smiling.

That somehow made it worse. Jubilee would have handled a rough shove better than this slow, careful ruin. A shove gave her something to squeal about. Patience made her feel every stretch, every inch of that broad cockhead spreading her open while the whole room watched her little body try to figure out how the hell it was supposed to fit him.

“You are doing beautifully,” Kurt murmured.

"Geez, don't say it all nice," Jubilee gasped, her voice hitching as the thickest part of the blue-and-pink bell breached her tight entrance. "That makes it weirder. You're, like... politely destroying... ahhn!... my pussy."

He pushed deeper. Her spine arched violently against his chest.

"Oh fuck, fuck, it's in... the giant blue thing is in..." she babbled, her words tumbling out in a shaky rush. "Oh Mark, that's real. That is super real."

His hand pressed lightly against her lower belly.

"Look."

Jubilee looked down. A hard swell visibly pushed outward under her navel as Kurt drove more inches inside. It rose beneath her flat, tanned stomach, a blunt, moving proof of his cock buried too deep in her tight body to remain hidden. Her eyes went huge behind the daze.

"Oh my Mark," she whispered. "I have a dick-bump."

Rogue’s hand tightened on Logan’s cock. "Damn."

Logan’s mouth curved in a dark smirk. "She’s takin’ it."

Jubilee heard the gruff praise from Logan and nodded frantically, still desperately clinging to her attitude even as the stretch burned her. "I am... I'm taking it so good. Look at me... getting wrecked like a total champ, daddy!"

Kurt lowered her the last of the way. His heavy, blue balls came up flush against her ass and the backs of her thighs, furry and radiating heat. When she hit the root, Jubilee just hung there, completely full, her body trembling around the sheer mass of him.

"I'm full," she said, dazed and breathless. "Like, totally packed. There is literally zero room left inside my body right now."

Kurt kissed her temple gently. "Very good, Liebchen."

Jubilee shuddered, completely consumed by the sheer scale of the holy meat inside her.

Then Kurt lifted her.

His thick shaft dragged out several inches through her stretched cunt with a wet, heavy pull.

Jubilee's eyes flew open in sheer betrayal. "No, no, no, put it back. Put it back. Empty sucks."

Kurt dropped her back down. She screamed as he filled her again, her fingers squeezing his hand tight enough to ache.

"There," she babbled. "There, yeah, there, fuck, there! Do that. Do that again."

He found the rhythm slowly at first, allowing Jubilee to gasp and pant out little half-formed brags every time the thick shaft plunged back to the root. But he did not keep it slow for long. His prehensile tail lifted her and lowered her with a fast, brutal, and completely relentless strength while his hips pumped up to meet her rapid descent.

Soon enough the bratty, attention-hungry mallrat completely vanished. She stopped trying to talk. She stopped trying to joke. Her body slapped wetly against his thighs with every powerful bounce, her words deteriorating into a continuous, sloppy, ecstatic whine. She just went limp in his hold, eyes rolling back, a tight little happy, mind-blown fortune cookie taking every inch of her punishment. Every powerful bounce shook her small, lithe Asian frame. The relentless motion knocked her trademark pink shades askew, the bright plastic sliding down her flushed face before tumbling off entirely. The falling glasses actually bounced right off of Kurt's heavy, blue balls on their upswing before clattering to the floor.

Bobby lost it first, barking out a laugh while still stroking himself. “Her sunglasses just got tea-bagged by the clergy.” Jubilee tried to curse at him, but Kurt bounced her hard and the insult came out as a squeal. He had her completely under control, one hand locked with hers, the other cupping her tit while his tail did the mean work of lifting and dropping her on that huge cock. Each downstroke shoved the air out of her. Each upstroke dragged a wet, **** noise from her stretched pussy. The bratty little show-off who had demanded first ride was still in there somewhere, but right now she was mostly wide eyes, open mouth, and helpless little sounds.

Kurt smiled over her shoulder at the others, warm as ever, as if he were leading a harmless Sunday lesson instead of fucking Jubilee in front of the whole room. “Behold how eager she is when shame is removed,” he said, carrying her toward the bed without ever pulling out. “Mark does not ask His chosen to hide their hunger. He gives it purpose.” Jubilee’s head lolled back against his shoulder, her flushed face turned toward Bobby and Daisy as Kurt angled her body for them to see the way her cunt was stretched around him. Daisy moaned into her hand. Bobby’s grin went crooked, his fist moving faster. “Jubes,” he said, voice rougher now, “you look absolutely ruined.” Jubilee managed to lift one trembling finger. “Jealous,” she gasped. “Still jealous.”

Kurt carried her on to the other side of the circle, never missing the rhythm. He turned Jubilee toward Amara first, then Piotr, letting them see how wide she had to stretch around him; Magma’s fingers dug harder between her thighs, and Colossus gripped his cock with a helpless little groan. Remy cursed under his breath when Kurt angled her toward him and Kitty, because Kitty leaned forward without thinking, eyes fixed on the wet place where Jubilee was taking him. Kurt bounced her once, deep and hard, and Jubilee yelped while his voice stayed calm. “See how Mark uses eagerness. She asked, and now her body gives testimony.”