To the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning

The sun had set below the horizon about half an hour ago as Rogue sped through the now dark sky above the rural landscape of upstate New York, steering towards her goal, guided in her flight by the Sat-Nav which was mounted on her right wrist, a parting gift from Mystique.

The electronic tool had been modified to not interfere with Rogue’s favourite mode of transportation by not insisting on her following the nation’s highways and byroads.
The destination of Rogue’s journey was to be the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, otherwise and more often referred to as the X-Mansion, home of the X-Men and their tutor and leader, Professor Charles Xavier.

The unrelenting goodness of the X-Men as a group was another reason for Rogue having picked them as her would-be new home, for she had found simply herself at odds with the more vicious and destructive goals and means of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, a group which was most certainly not inundated with unrelenting goodness.

Hoping to make up for the sins of her past as well as to learn from Xavier on how to control her power, Rogue was not only a few minutes flight-time from the pristine country mansion.

At the X-Mansion, in the bedroom of Ororo “Storm” Munroe, a nubile black mutant with flowing white hair and the ability to manipulate the weather, was on her hands and knees in her queen-sized bed, dressed only in a black teddy, the bottom of which was lifted up over her belly-button, thereby leaving her pussy and asshole bared.

Behind Storm in the bed was the hairy, gruff Wolverine, a short mutant equipped with an impressive physique, super-human metabolism, retractable and razor-sharp claws on his forearms, and supreme reserves of hoarse and oddly Canadian machismo.

Currently, Wolverine’s strong hands were clasped around Storm’s waist and the full length of his large, stiff cock was thrust in and out of her cunt, his furry balls wobbling and low groans exiting his mouth to mix with her brighter moans.
Storm, her fingers digging into the sheets, was just about to climax.

Rogue cursed at the sudden outburst of rain, small drops of which started to soak her hair and stain the bright green and black of her skin-tight uniform.

“Fucking great…” Rogue muttered as she narrowed her eyes and pressed on through the sky, diving down lower to avoid the clouds obscuring her sight of the ground below.

Two minutes later, the SatNav informed her in its disturbingly calm female voice that she was now just a few hundred yards away from the mansion, which she could now see glowing against its otherwise dark surroundings.

Turning into a dive, Rogue was aiming for the road which led up to the main house, which meant that she would have to fly right over the house at first before turning round and landing on the ground, from where she would walk the last short stretch.

Rogue’s plan was torn apart however by the sudden and much unexpected flash of lightning which suddenly came striking downwards. The flash of energy had been going for the conductor which was mounted on the top of the mansion, and which Rogue was straight above.

The impact of the bolt of lightning did no damage to Rogue, but it virtually disintegrated her uniform, caused the calm voice of her a Sat-Nav to let out a horrible shriek before dying, and knocked her out of the skies.

Storm was now not the only one climaxing; Wolverine was gritting his teeth as thick ropes of his cum was shot into his lover’s pussy.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he pulled out of Storm’s slit, “was that bang caused by us?”

“Sorry,” Storm replied, rolling over onto her back, having barely noticed the lightning flash which Wolverine was referring to, “but you know how you can get me all carried away.”

“Remind me never to fuck you in a field.” Wolverine said, knowing full well that his metal-cast skeleton would probably serve quite well as a makeshift lightning rod. One of the few parts of his physique which wasn’t draped in metal was his dick, which instead could remain fully hard for as long as he was in the mood, a very neat result of his incredible metabolism.

Looking down at Storm’s naked shape in the bed, Wolverine was just about to climb on top of her and slip his still-hard cock into her once more when Xavier’s telepathic voice filled his head.

“Attention,” Xavier’s voice began, “there’s an intruder on the grounds!”

“Alright Chuck,” Logan muttered, looking down at Storm, who had received the same soundless warning, “we’ll be there right away.”

Rogue had landed in the outdoor pool and had just barely managed to swim to the ladder leading out of it when the entire patio was suddenly immersed in a pale yellow light that originated from several searchlights that were discretely mounted on the mansion’s façade.

“Oh boy,” Rogue groaned as she heaved her now naked body out of the water, “I sure know how to make an entrance.”