Jean Grey: Cuckqueen of Krakoa

Sometimes it annoyed Jena to no end how people didn’t know how to shield their thoughts.

As she and Scott walked down the street of Krakoa she could hear the thoughts as loud as if they were being shouted.

‘How can she be with him after what he did with Emma?’

‘I’ll never understand how she forgave him.’

‘You think he’s cheating on her still?’

For the first one the answer was simple: she loved her husband. Heart and soul. He was her other half and now that both of them were among the living once again she didn’t want to waste any time being apart.

As for the second qestuon? Well, the answer was quite simple: she forgave him because she was the one that had set the entire affair up.

Scott didn’t realize that, of course. And Emma certainly hadn’t. The White Queen could only achieve orgasm by knowing she was taking something that didn’t belong to her; Jean knew that once Scott and Emma had become a couple the only way Emma had been able to cum was by resorting to petty theft. The need to take made her horny as hell and despite all Scott did (and he was an amazing lover, both women would agree on that!) he couldn’t get Emma to spray all over his cock unless she had taken it from someone else. Once his dick was her’s the ability to orgasm was gone.

That’s why Jean had set up the two of them to have their affair. She hadn’t feared that Emma would actually steal Scott away from her because she had understood that Emma needed Jean around. Needed the thrill of getting Scott to cheat. Taking him completely wasn’t an option.

‘Just like how I need Scott taken for me to orgasm.’

Jean bit her lip.

‘And god do I miss cumming!’

The psychic had known for ages that she was into cuckqueening. Men could do anything to her body, completely devote themselves to her… and she would barely get moist. But have her watch from a closet or behind a door Scott taking someone else? Oh, Jean would cum before she could even get her fingers between her folds and when she DID manage she would be left a blissful wreck for the rest of the day.

Everything had been perfect with Emma. She had snuck around with Scott, Jean had pretended she didn’t know what they were doing, and when Scott returned to her filled with guilt she had been more than happy to allow him to use her any way he wished.

And then Emma had allowed Jean to catch her and Scott in bed.

Jean had tried to figure out some way to pretend like she didn’t know what they were doing (‘Oh, you two slipped and your clothing fell off! That happens!’). But she couldn’t and everything had been ruined. Because for Jean to have a proper cuckqueening she couldn’t admit aloud what was happening to anyone. Nothing was fucking hotter than having the world whisper behind her back about how her husband was cheating on her, knowing that Scott was sneaking around, having dinner with the women he was plowing when he was away, and never acknowledging the truth. The moment she did it had killed everything.

And now her and Scott were back together and he was being so good, so careful to only focus on her, not even LOOKING at another woman… and it was driving Jean insane.

That morning she had a vibrating dildo shoved up her ass going at full power and a special clit clamp that stimulated the nub… and she might as well have been sitting at the most boring piano recital.

Nothing… worked.

‘If I don’t think of something,’ she thought to herself as Scott and her parted, him off to check up on some matters concerning the outside world, her to have lunch, ‘I’m going to go insane!’