Rogue frees the prisoner

Even though she knew it could be a ruse, playing on her heroic inclinations, she couldn’t risk the possibility that this man could be real and was in very real danger. If she let the Amazons go through with this ritual sacrifice, she’d never be able to live with that doubt or the guilt of possibly letting a man be sacrificed.

Deciding to take action, the X-woman crept closer to the orgy. Staying low and out of sight, she didn’t like the odds of having to take on eight women at once without her powers.

The female warriors were lost in their revelry, fondling and licking one another on the floor. Sneaking by them didn’t seem impossible at this point, if she remained stealthy about it. She looked up at the altar. It was occupied by the first warrior of the ritual, pumping the bound captive for his life creating seed. This woman was too caught up in the act to notice anything around her either. They all seemed comfortable in their surroundings, not suspecting an intruder in their midst. She might be able to sneak in to unbind the man without the woman on top noticing. The tricky part would be getting up the altar.

The altar was situated in the middle of the room with a rune inscripted stone wall circling the back. Rogue would have to approach the front side in order to get up to the captive, which meant going through the throng of lovers laid out in front.

This wasn’t the first time she has had to infiltrate a villainous cult before, though. The typical strategy would be to find a disguise to blend in… Rogue looked at the women on the floor, writhing with pleasure, baring nothing but naked flesh as they rolled over one another’s bodies. It looked to her like she wouldn’t need to steal anything this time around. In fact, she didn’t even have to change! This plan seemed to be coming together perfectly in her head. She convinced herself that it had more to do with avoiding combat and less to do with getting up close and into the ongoing orgy.

The heroine crawled her way over to the group slowly. She eyed them warily, but none of them turned to look. Eventually, she worked her way close enough to the naked bodies to feel their heat and take in their scent. It was a musky yet sweet odor that made the X-woman tingle with arousal. There was a warning siren going off in the back of her head, telling her that she was too close and that the aphrodisiac was taking effect on her. She knew it was a risk, so closed her eyes to ignore the scene going on beside her. She trudged on and tried to ignore the moans and wails of pleasure.

By the time she reached the steps of the altar, her body was layered in a sheen of sweat and her breathing was labored. She started to climb when she felt a hand cup her breast. She turned to find one of the tribe women groping her, eyes glazed over in a bachannial haze. Rogue had to let the woman continue or risk snapping the tribal out of her revelry. She felt the hand of another Amazon slip under, between her legs and caress her mound. She let out a soft sigh and was pulled into the pile.

Rogue kept telling herself that she was just going to have to endure this for the sake of the poor man on the altar. She let the women kiss, lick and suck on her most private spots, letting out groans of pleasure. Soon, she became lost in hedonism as well, enjoying the lips and tongues brushing against her skin and pussy. Her fingers reached out to touch and caress back as her mouth found something to suck on as well.

It was when she heard the orgasmic groan on top of the altar that she shook out of her erotic trance. She had to remind herself that she was on a mission.

Now entangled in a throng of bodies, Rogue needed to figure a way out and over to the altar. She watched as the spent warrior pulled herself off the bound man and slipped down to sit by the altar. Her sisters reached out and pulled her back into the fold as they did with Rogue. It was like a tide of naked bodies rushing the shore and taking her back into the ocean. While the sisters became reacquainted, Rogue slipped away and took the opportunity to climb up the altar.

The man looked dazed when he turned over to see the brunette with the white striped hair. He took her for another Amazonian, so was taken aback when she leaned over and whispered, “I’m going to get you out of here…”

He was gagged and couldn’t respond, but remained still, not fighting as Rogue climbed on top of him. She looked over to the tribal orgy. They didn’t appear alert to her presence, possibly taking her as one of their own, partaking in the fertility ceremony. She mounted the captive as if she really was copulating with him, but let his still rock hard cock sit under her backside instead of really penetrating her. She leaned over and started to loosen his wrist binds.

Mimicking the motions of riding the man, Rogue found her breasts smacking against the captive’s face. She lowered herself to stop the boob slaps, but this was just getting her more aroused, feeling the man’s face pressed up against her bosom as she grinded against his stiff pole with her ass. She focused her attention on his bindings and managed to loosen them enough to free his hands. The man prudently held the binds in case one of the tribe women decided to investigate.

Rogue turned around to unbind the man’s legs. She had to position herself in a reverse cowgirl to make it look like she was still fucking him. His cock rubbed against her pussy from the outside, making it so much more tempting to just slip it into her cooch and really enjoy the sensation. Rogue bit her lower lip and concentrated on the rescue. She felt exposed. Not just because she was sitting naked on a man she’d never met before, rubbing against his long, hard cock, but because she was wide open, in front of these Amazon warrior women, stealing their prisoner right out from under them. If any of them had the wherewithal to look up and recognize her as an outsider, it would all be over!

For some reason, the feeling of danger was only getting her more aroused! She ground her snatch against the man’s shaft, feeling her pussy lips wrap around it. All it would take was a swing of the hip and the tip of his prick would be pressed against her opening and she could sink into it for full penetration. She was tempted.