Averting a cataclysm

"What the HELL are you doing Jean!? Is that a student!?"

Jean raised her arms placatingly but couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance at her interruption. It wasn't the first time she'd interfered with Jeans love life, "Betsy, I can expl-"

"Is he even legal!?!"

Jean's mouth dropped open in astonishment, "You think I would take advantage of an underage-"

"I didn't but what am I looking at right now?"

"You can't possibly be seriou-"

"For holding such a long-standing grudge against me for mistakenly making a move on your husband when I was barely aware of my own identity-"

"Are you kidding me!?"

"-you don't seem all that attached to him! You and Logan are always circling each other like dogs in heat-"

"One. More. Word. Betsy."

"-and now you're just sleeping around with whoever-" BOOM

Psylocke flew back into the hallway as if she was struck by an invisible semi-truck, slamming into the concrete wall with enough **** to send cracks radiating out from the impact. She dropped to the floor in a fighting stance, miraculously unaffected by the lethal blow, shimmering purple light arcing around her body and coalescing into two blades of psychic energy on her wrists.

Jean levitated out into the hallway, unchanged, save for the rippling air and loss of gravity on her hair and coat. The two psychic's squared off in the hallway and for a moment it seemed like all hell was about to break loose.

Then Ethan ran out of the examination room, tremendous cock swinging wildly in his haste, "Hey everyone! Look at my dick!" He rotated his hips aggressively, sending his half-erect monster helicoptering around in front of his engorged balls, the thick meat making a whooshing noise as it swept through the air.

Jean and Betsy, eyes locked in hateful anger, spared the boy a glance only out of how utterly ridiculous his words were: and all tension in the room flicked off like a switch.

Jean dropped out of the air like a stone, stumbling slightly from her sudden loss of concentration. Her mouth salivated, her pussy and more prominently, her throat, felt achingly empty and in need of filling.

Psylocke, witnessing Ethan's cock for the first time, gawked at what she was seeing. The purple energy surrounding her dissipated instantly as her concentration was fully taken by larger matters. She somehow managed to do double and triple takes without breaking her gaze, her pupils following the hypnotic swing of Ethan's dick.

"Whew! Ok. Now that I have both of your attention's: neither of you are going to attack the other because you don't want to upset me, right?" The women nodded, still dazed, "Good. Now who the hell are you?"

It took Betsy a moment to realize he was talking to her, "I, uh..." She cleared her throat, still unable to look away from Ethan's cock swinging in lazy circles, "I'm Elizabeth Braddock, or just Betsy, my public alias is Psylocke, I was born in England in 1982, I developed psychic abilities after my plane was shot down-"

"Ok, ok. Got it. Psychic babe. English-asian background. You're SUPER hot and you think I'm just the most handsome man you've ever laid eyes on."

Betsy, who was a little perplexed why she'd suddenly started relaying her life-story on a simple command from a boy she'd just met, blushed deeply, "Oh. Um, thank you." Her hand immediately rose to play with a lock of her hair, her body language shifting from confident woman to smitten girl in a fraction of a second. She was suddenly glad she'd happened to be wearing her combat outfit when she met this striking young man.

Jean scowled but similarly couldn't take her eyes off of Ethan's cock. Something about it's movement kept her enraptured, "Ethan?" She felt a small pulse of satisfaction as his gaze turned from Psylocke to her, "that thing you're doing..." she read his mind as his surface thoughts turned to it. She felt Betsy doing the same and mentally shoved her out, earning a low growl from the english woman, "you've found that moving your penis makes it impossible for other people to ignore, even more so than usual, amplifying your power."

Ethan rolled his eyes, "I mean, yeah, but basically it's just hard not to notice a dick flying around." Jean felt slightly put out.

"Anyway, would you ladies like to come back inside so we're not having this conversation in the hallway of a school?" Both women nodded, stepping forward excitedly as Ethan stilled his cock with a wince, "Fuck man, makes it all achy... Where is everyone anyway?"

"We're in the lower levels, where the X-men are based. Students usually don't come down here." Psylocke answered quickly before Jean could respond.

"X-men?" Ethan turned in shock, "You guys are with the X-men?"

Jean opened her mouth and closed it silently before finding her words, "I'm sorry I didn't-"

"You didn't tell him?" Jean's eyelid twitched at Betsy's interruption.

Ethan slapped his forehead, "Professor X, X-mansion, all the X's emblazoned on the jet... Ok, yeah, I probably should have figured that out."

Psylocke sidled up to him resting her palm on his shoulder comfortingly, "It's ok, a lot of students don't know about it."

Jean gave her an incredulous look, "Yes they do."

Ethan slumped slightly, letting Betsy pat him understandingly on the back and lead him back into the examination room. Jean realized she'd just been played again. That bitch. She was trying to seduce Ethan! Even when, not even five minutes ago, she was calling him a minor and yelling at Jean. Fine, if she was going to play dirty: Jean mussed her hair slightly and telekinetically unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse, spreading it so her cleavage became downright obscene. Game on.