Something, something, fireman allegory

Making their way up the stairs and down the hallway towards their room, Scott was a little surprised by Emma’s enthusiasm as she pulled him along by his hand. Her grip was… Stronger than usual, not to mention her pace more brisk, almost like she was in a hurry for something. Almost there, he was a little worried about her well being after the mission went south and wondered if this was her way of coping with nearly being eaten alive by a man-eating monster.

“Emma, what’s this about?” Scott asked as she finally stopped at the door to their room, and with great effort. “Are you feeling alright? You were quiet on the flight ba-mmmmmhp!”

Pressing Scott against the wall and grabbing his shirt in both hands, Emma caught the man off guard with a fierce kiss that made him thankful he had his ruby glasses still on, considering how wide his eyes got with her exploring his mouth with her tongue. By the time she pulled away, the man gasped for breath.

“What’s the matter Scott? Don’t I turn you on?” Emma purred, pressing up against him and bringing her arms together in a way that pushed up her chest and gave Scott an eyeful of her cleavage.

“It’s… It’s not that Emma, its just that we just came back from a life-or-**** situation, and…”

“AND that situation made your cool and gorgeous ice queen burn hotter than a house on fire… And she found JUST the fireman to put out those flames.” Licking his nose, Emma gave the man a sultry look as she playfully undid the first button to his shirt, then traced her fingers down to the hem of his pants to reach down and grab at his crotch. “So, what’s it going to be Scott? Every girl LOVES a big strapping fireman, and I see you brought your firehose with you.”

“I’m sorry…What?”

Sighing and rolling her eyes, Emma blew a strand of white hair out of her face with a pouting frown. “Oh, very well. This was ALWAYS so much simpler.”

Tapping her finger against his forehead to distract him, Emma reached into his mind and opened the part of his psyche that held back most of his baser drives, almost immediately the man when stiff with a hiss of air escaping his lips and his eyes going wide as his erection went to full mast at the sight of the White Queen licking her lips back at him and fluttering her eyes.

Instantly the man hoisted her up and spun her around to pin against the wall, kissing up her neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her feet together, giggling at his enthusiasm as she reached for the door nob behind her and opened the door. The moment they fell inside, Scott kicked the door closed behind them as they fumbled to get their clothes off and rolled onto the bed.

*

Meanwhile in Xavier’s office.

Sitting at his desk with his evening tea, Charles brought the kettle to pour into his cup and brought his drink to his nose to breath in the aroma, a smile on his lips as he leaned back to take a sip. A thumping sound overhead made him pause to look up as the thumping sound grew louder and more frequent, along with the muffled sounds of moans and wails from the room overhead. The intensity even making it rain specs of plaster that **** the professor to guard his teacup with the back of his hand like an umbrella.

“What in blazes?”

*

“YES! YES! MORE SCOTT! MOAR!!!”

Tossing her hair with both hands back and forth, Emma laughed, moaned, and wailed as Scott plowed into her. Not that he had a choice in his current state, the woman had flooded his mind with enough base urges and pornography to make him a human vibrator to finally scratch that itch she could not reach. And for the last 3 hours he had been doing just that!

Grabbing onto the man’s shoulders and grinding against his thrusts, the man looked like he was having a seizure as his hands roamed over her hips and sides, jackhammering into the woman with all his might as he looked up to her gorgeous figure twist and gyrate in his course hands. Gripping his shoulders tighter, Emma ignored the man’s whimpers of pain as he thrust harder, only finding relief when she grabbed hold of the headboard with enough strength to bend the polished silver like warm butter. Squeezing her thighs together and pressing her chest against Scott’s face, Emma could already feel the peak of her growing orgasm ready to burst.

Scott was nearly cross-eyed under his red sunglasses as Emma’s influence had put him into autopilot, grabbing what he could for leverage pounding into her with all he could muster. His efforts to please the woman made all the more difficult when Emma would occasionally smother his face between her perfect breasts to feel his muffle out a protest for air or lick at her cleavage or pull him in for a passionate kiss that stole what little breath was already in his lungs. By the time she pulled away, the man gasped for air but was unable to stop.

“Almost… Almost there Scott… Almo-mo-moaaaaaAAAAAGH!”

Her mind going blank and her eyes seeing nothing but stars, Emma writhed and shuddered on top of Scott, her mental hold of him letting go as her psyche crashed from multiple explosive orgasms at once, which spilled over into Scott’s mind as he went as stiff as a board and shuddered as his own release overtook him and he collapsed into a sweaty heap with Emma lying right on top of him, breathing hard and peppering his face and neck with kisses before exhaustion and pleasure overtook the two of them.

“Wha… What happened?” Panted Scott, realising he was exhausted and looking up at the ceiling to find it was dark out.

“Hmm… My personal fireman put out my fires… My hero!”

“Huuuuuh?” Too tired and sore to process anything, Scott passed out, followed by Emma who soundly fell asleep on top of him.