Coming back for seconds

The resurrection chamber pulsed with an eerie energy as Sebastian Shaw’s body formed within a small, vending machine-sized cell, rapidly regenerating from scratch. Surrounding him were hundreds of similar cells, resembling bundles of ripe fruit, each emitting a soft amber glow. These cells were ready to store the information needed to revive any mutant who had died, regardless of where or when. The membrane peeled back like grape skin, spilling fluids and a sputtering man who tumbled onto the floor. He then wiped his face clean and took a deep breath to fill his lungs.

The moment he could draw breath, the Black King erupted into a furious tirade, his face twisted with humiliated rage as he got to his feet and stumbled back and forth, trying to regain his balance as his senses and memories came back to him bit by bit.

“That damnable, blind bitch!” he roared, stepping naked from the pod, his posture and balance restoring as muscle memory kicked in. “I can’t believe she ATE me! Oh-ho… Destiny will pay for that, pay DEARLY for that— When the bloody hell could she learn to do that?! TOAD? That disgusting Blob? I swear, when Orchis takes this place, I’ll have her future-seeing HEAD mounted on the wall of my fireplace like a hunting trophy and use that golden mask of hers like a cigar ashtray!"

A soft, mocking laugh echoed through the chamber. “Wow… It must have really been a good lay if he was THAT mad, Irene.”

Shaw froze.

Standing in a perfect semi-circle were four blue-skinned women. Mystique at the centre, tall and imperious. She was practically a foot taller than he was. Beside her, Destiny—Irene—smiled with sharp yellow eyes that had long since regained their sight, the woman equally as tall and resting her chin over Raven’s shoulder affectionately. Emma Frost leaned against a nearby pillar, arms crossed, her new crimson hair cascading over one shoulder. And at the far end stood Selene Gallio. The Black Priestess’s pale beauty had been replaced by rich ocean-blue skin and blood-crimson hair, her ancient eyes glowing with fresh, ravenous power.

Shaw was about to make a run for it when Emma raised a single finger, and his body turned stiff as stone, no longer under his own control.

“Now, now… None of that.” Emma smirked, greatly enjoying the man’s confusion and horror. “A cornered mouse should know when it's trapped.”

“DO YOU EVEN REALISE WHAT YOU ARE DOING?!” He yelled out, his voice echoing across the chamber. “The council will hear of this. They will not abide by what you four…”

“No, they won’t,” Mystique said bluntly, separating herself from Irene and stepping forward. Extending her hand, she placed a finger on Shaw’s forehead. The moment she did, all his memories, all his secrets flooded into her mind. Using Emma’s telepathy was a new experience for her, but she was quickly getting the hang of it when she pulled away, leaving Sebastian frothing at the mouth and twitching his eye as he was **** to keep standing.

“My goodness…” Raven chuckled to herself as she rummaged through his thoughts and memories. “Feeding information to Orchis, lacing our exported goods with toxins you could trigger remotely, and THEN you plan to sell off your own people. Well, we can’t have that. Selene dear, would you like to have a bite? This meal has sickened me somewhat; he seems… Spoiled.”

Selene stepped forward, hips swaying in a sheer white garment that barely qualified as clothing, as she sensually brushed up against Mystique and moved towards the frozen man.

“Hello again, Sebastian,” she purred, voice dripping with honeyed venom. “I’ve ALWAYS wondered what you’d taste like.”

Shaw’s eyes widened in dawning horror as Selene’s jaw unhinged with inhuman ease. Mumbling out a bubbling protest of a moan, her mouth engulfed his head and shoulders in one smooth, wet motion. The other three queens watched with dark satisfaction as the Black Priestess swallowed him whole—his struggles visible as bulging ripples travelling down her throat and into her outstretched belly. Her throat stretched to capacity as she gulped him down bit by bit until his feet finally slipped past her lips.

Selene moaned in ecstasy, one hand cradling the massive, churning orb that now rested heavily between her thighs. Multiple orgasms rocked her as her enhanced metabolism went to work in tandem with her powers. Within minutes, the struggling inside slowed, then stopped entirely. When she finally rose, licking her lips, her stomach had already begun to lose any definition of the man inside her, now looking like a pliant ord. In time, the meal would redistribute Shaw’s biomass into even more impressive curves.

“Nothing like the taste of your first time, eh, Selene?” Raven said, pleased with herself as she looked to the other cells in the chamber. “Now to see if it worked.”

Minutes passed, and none of the cells went to work resurrecting Shaw a second time. When there was no sign of life save the four blue women there, Raven laughed.

“Delicious,” she laughed. “Triplicide: body, mind and soul. And this time… he will not be coming back.”

“Good…” Smiled Emma. “The reign of the black king is over. Long live the blue empress!”