Ultimate X: In The Company of Rogue

"It's an ideal opportunity," Raven said. "To see how a mutant would perform under the influence of Banshee, in strenuous physical exertion... and you'd never ask anyone to do something you wouldn't do yourself."

Scott took the inhaler from her. "I'm not saying yes to this. I'm saying yes to you."

Raven smiled at him. "Such a sweet boy."

He didn't know whether or not to smile back as he put the inhaler in his mouth and breathed deep...

***

There was a pleasure for Scott that came in using his power. He tried to ignore it, but the feeling of release was almost erotic. That was what being on Banshee felt like. His power no longer centered in his eyes, pressuring him like the onset of a headache, but now running loose through his body, dangerous and wild but safe, somehow—well in hand, was the expression.

Raven and Marian sat safely out of the way, once more clothed, holding each other in gentle sympathy. The Rogues came in. Scott regarded them, his body still oiled and hard with the exertion of Mystique. He asked which of them wanted to go first.

"Ah do," the punk goth one said, Rogue 1, with her translucent green blouse, her microskirt, her fucking dog collar. He might've known. But she pulled Rogue 3 along with her. The girl in the green bodysuit and brown jacket. She took the jacket off. She left the suit on. "Her too.

Scott took them both by the hand. He laid them down on the bed together, twin sisters, their slender, supple bodies exactly alike, but their personas based on different aspects of Marian's personality. Never again would Scott feel the relief of using his power without remembering the multitude of women within Rogue, within Mystique... maybe there were even different people inside himself. Ones who weren't as dangerous as him. It bore thought.

But not now. Now there was a choice to make. It was an easy one. Rogue 1. She was the most confident, the most needing. She would go first, to show the others not to be afraid. He pushed her microskirt the short distance it had to go over her bare slit. Wondered if she'd shaved it before coming to see him or if Marian did that on her own. Then his eager cock was inside her, sealed in the hungry tightness of her sex.

As she'd said earlier, the girl was no virgin—at least not technically, thanks to certain apparatuses. But it was the first time she'd felt a real man inside her, and for all her uncouthness, the look of surprise on her face was completely girlish.

"Oh, fuck." It wasn't him or the Rogue he'd mounted. It was Rogue 3, lying next to them. She bit her lip, pulled down the zipper on her bodysuit an inch at a time, touching her lusciously revealed body more and more. As the two lovers grunted and groaned like they were trying to destroy one another, she stroked herself as if for the first time. And found it wanting.

Rogue 1 was shorter than Scott, her face buried in his chest as he reamed her out. No sooner had Rogue 3 noticed this than she was scrambling behind her sister's head to sit back and open her legs.

"Us Rogues like to be kissed while we're fucked," she said, "but we ain't particular as to where!"

Rogue 1 couldn't believe it, but Scott strained his neck over her and sucked on Rogue 3's cunt, even as he pinned down her doppelganger with the drumming of his cock. But with the sizzling friction of his prick inside her, she soon forgot all about it.

She vined herself around Scott, panted for him, cooed for him, kissed desperately at his pounding heart. The beefy hand that wasn't swathing her sister's thigh grabbed one jiggling teat and squeezed it roughly, pulling it out of its black bra. She herself ripped her blouse open. Then she felt his hot hand on her pale, bare flesh. Rogue 1's legs scissored around Scott's bucking hips as she came for the first time.

Marian stood suddenly, pulling away from Raven. It was just too much for her. Seeing her own body so pleasured, touched, held—no. It was different with Mystique. There'd been romance there, not just passion. This was pure lust and she hated to think that she was capable of it. That she would be this person if it weren't for her power.

"I have to go," she told her mother.

Raven nodded understandingly. "Wait outside. I'll make sure you have good memories waiting for you."

And Marian fled.

Rogue 3, her bodysuit splayed open, enjoyed the sights and sounds of Scott's possession of Rogue 1 as much as her sisters and Mystique were. But she had a front row seat, able to see as much as she felt. When the cold crystal of Scott's visor slid over her clit, his tongue tickling her ass, it was far too much for a virgin to handle. "Sooo... much!" she cried, hands grasping Scott by the hair, even that having been unthinkable for her the day before.

Scott was not ignorant of how fortunate he was. Penetrating Rogue with both his tongue and his cock at the same time, he was able to give the same woman twice the pleasure—and make Mystique happy at the same time, seeing her daughter pleased so thoroughly. His own pride was well-served, feeling the mirror images in identical bliss, equally writhing and wracked whether it be under his body or at the tip of his tongue. For once, plans and stratagems dropped away, mind and body united, and all he knew was his lust's drive, thrilling two women almost automatically.

Rogue 3 gave into the three-way pleasure first. Rogue 1 strained up to kiss her ass, just as Scott was doing her open pussy, and that orgiastic touch was too much for her inexperienced body. Her eyes grew large, her mouth opened larger, her fingers splayed on Scott's head like a crown, and with a cry of delighted panic her pleasure turned liquid.

Scott gulped her down, filling his throat, then gave her cunt a much-needed rest to kiss her sister. The taste of her future ecstasy was simply too great a temptation for Rogue 1. She succumbed to the mounting pleasure between her legs and came once more, cunt catching fire around Scott's cock.

Two orgasms, one after other, plied Scott into a respite. He bit down on Rogue 3's thigh as he came in Rogue 1, his body freeing itself through locking him up in a bind of muscles and nerves, making him ephemeral for a moment, then he was brought back by the earthly feeling of exploding within a virgin body. Rogue 1 was marked, filled, explored and charted. He rolled off her, leaving the deflowered woman to rest her head on Rogue 3's leg while her sister petted her hair, the two drugged with afterglow.

Rogues 2 and 4 still awaited their turns, 2 in a virginal costume of long, unrevealing civilian clothes, 4 perversely dressed in something like an X-Men uniform. They were both fearful and anticipating, wanting their own experience comparable to their sisters, anxious about receiving it. And Scott felt himself ready as never before, the inexhaustible power of his optic blast now suffusing his whole body. His cock twitched, more able than ever. He gestured to his two brides.

"Next?"

Rogue 2 took a step forward. "I would kinda like it... anally, Mr. Summers."

Rogue 4 lifted an eyebrow. "Damn, girl. You don't mess around."

Rogue 2 blushed deeply.

"But ah want to suck his dick, and there's no way I'm putting my mouth on that thing after it's been in anyone's ass, even mah own."

One more command decision to make. Scott waved Rogue 4 on. "You, first." He turned his head to Rogue 2. "Then you."

"Oh, okay," Rogue 2 said.

Rogue 4 came. Her lips were suddenly dry. She went up to Scott; he took her by the hands, squeezed them, gently moved her onto her knees. As her sister had, she found the size of his erection incredible. So incredible that her mind blanked. "What... what do I do with it?"

Mystique got up, walking over to the bed to sit down springily beside Scott. "Just relax, my sweet. Clear your mind. Put aside all your worries. You're safe here. He won't hurt you, and I certainly won't let him." Raven rested her head on Scott's shoulder. "I'd kill him first." She kissed his bicep lightly.

Strangely, Scott's erection did not flag at hearing this.

"Now," Raven said, clapping her hands together as if they were all embarking on a project together. "Rogue, I want you to take Scott's cock in your hand."

Rogue 4 raised her hand to it. Infused with the same power as the rest of him, it seemed to have a reddish glow, a fat vein standing up along its side. Though hesitant, she got her fingers around the thing, holding it lightly.

"Get a good grip on it," Raven said chidingly, and Rogue 4 tightened her grip. "Now just look at it—that bit of flesh in your hand. The center of so much masculine thinking. Why, they think about it more than we do. Stare at it, girl. Think of how it'll taste; how it will fill your mouth. Lick your lips... get them nice and wet. Now why don't you lick it?"

Rogue 4 stuck out her tongue, brought it up to his cock, but pulled away at the last moment. Scott wheezed in disappointed expectation. Raven slapped his leg warningly.

"It's alright, honey," Raven said. "Keep looking at it. Can't you almost taste it? I can. And I'm going to, once you girls are done with it. You'd better do it now while you still have the chance."

Raven was rubbing Scott's chest now, circling her hand in the light thicket of body hair that sprung from him. As Scott withheld a moan, a tear-drop of cum oozed from his cockhead. Rogue 4 saw it and knew this was her chance.

She leaned in and licked it up. It was salty, and as dizzying as a shot of vodka, but she'd done it. She now knew he tasted of Mystique's coppery blood from the mock-deflowering, and of Rogue 1's sweet orgasm. She'd licked his cock with her tongue. And she wanted more.

Scott bit the inside of his cheek. Rogue 4 was licking him in earnest now, cleaning all of his cockhead with her tiny, kittenish tongue. Scott moved to put his hands on her head, but Mystique intercepted him, binding his arms behind his back with her own. She kissed him and he couldn't complain much, but Rogue 4 was taken aback by how his cock suddenly throbbed against her lips.

Raven pulled her tongue out of Scott's mouth, though she allowed him to kiss the side of her face as she addressed Rogue 4. "Now slide your tongue down his cock. All the way down, baby girl. Lick his balls..."

Rogue 4 was more willing to obey now. She traced her tongue down the fat vein on his shaft, moving it a little ways with her tongue, feeling the wild blood contained in Scott's manhood. Finally, and without hesitation, she licked his balls, feeling the hair tickle her tongue and his scrotum constrict with the pleasure she put on it. Rogue 4 moaned happily. She was getting to like the taste—the feel of a man throbbing on her tongue. Her eyes closed and she actually sucked one of her testicles into her mouth, to bat around with her tongue.

Scott moaned, his belly going from convex to concave in rapid convulsions. Raven knew he was close to coming. Her girl was a natural, but she wanted more of a performance from her. She brought her hands to the side of Rogue's face and gently redirected her from Scott's cock; breathing heavily, the girl looked up at her.

"He does have a beautiful cock, doesn't he?" Raven asked.

Rogue nodded against Raven's hold on her.

Raven pressed him thumbs into Rogue's cheek, opening up her mouth. "You have a beautiful mouth, Rogue. Never forget that. You deserve him as much as he deserves you." And she eased Rogue down to the blood-gorged head of Scott's pounding cock.

Scott's head drifted back like he'd woken from a dream, feeling the silky smooth inside of her mouth, the keen interest of her tongue's exploration. Hot breath from her flaring nostrils billowed against the length of his cock that had not yet been swallowed. Raven kissed him as she pushed down on Rogue's head, making his hard cock inch deliciously into the girl's mouth just as Scott's tongue went into hers. Though gargled protests sounded in Rogue's throat, the muscles there slowly relaxed in surrender to the invader penetrating into their midst.

Scott leaned back, his lips parting from Raven's, and his arms barely caught him before he collapsed onto the bedspread. Raven let her eyes trail over him and her daughter's dupe—the sprawling masculinity and the young woman exerting so much power over it. Then she looked up and saw Rogue 2—the tightly wrapped anal fetishist—standing before her.

"Sorry, but as you can see, his cock's very occupied. You'll just have to wait your turn."

"It's not that," Rogue said meagerly. "Ah don't think I'm like the others... Ah think I'm the part of Marian she keeps repressed. The things she thinks are dirty or bad... like taking a man's pecker up your backside!"

Raven laughed. "Honey, you're a terrorist! What's taking your pleasure from behind compared to that?"

"Ah know that, mommy, ah know. But ah don't just want someone to fuck mah ass..."

Off to the side, Scott gurgled, trying to keep from coming too soon into his Rogue's desperately warm mouth. Raven patted him politely on the head. "You can tell me anything, dear," she said sweetly.

"It's... ah remember bein' a young girl, not long after I'd had my first bleed, and them Weapon X bastards came for me. Killed my folks, would've probably killed me or worse if you hadn't a saved me. And you kept me for your own and you raised me, and you did such a good job, really, I ain't never been happier than ah've been with you. But you ain't my mother, not really. You're this beautiful woman who saved mah life and took care a me—ah do think of you as my mother and you've been a great mom, but you're also something else to me... somethin' dirty."

"Marian," Raven said sweetly, taking the girl's hands. "There is nothing dirty about one's desires. The Brotherhood is about freeing ourselves from the yoke of humanity's shame and prejudice. Why should the fact that I raised you have anything to do with your sexual desires?"

Rogue could've sobbed in relief. Instead, she parted her lips just a degree, just enough for Raven to know she needed to be kissed. They came together, Raven's cool, naked body against Rogue's clothed one, and they eased each other down to the bed.

Once more, Raven was the teacher. Her mouth showed Rogue where her pleasure lay, how to dig for it at her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her arms, and tapering fingers discovered it in her legs. Rogue didn't know who undressed her more, Raven or herself, but after long minutes spent on kisses just as intense as the blowjob her dupe was performing on Cyclops, Rogue was bared before Raven, smiling wistfully as scaly blue fingers delved inside her, showing her pleasures as only another woman could.

Lying back with his cock in Rogue 4's mouth, Scott watched the two women connect. One his lover, the other her surrogate daughter. He had fucked both of them, knew how hot and tight and wet it could be inside them, but the things they were doing he had never seen since he was a boy, using Google for sex ed, and those painfully fake videos were nothing compared to seeing for himself two women in passion.

He could hear their sucking mouths on each other and the squelch of their fingers in each other's sex, the rhythmic creak of the bed as they writhed about on it. The problems of Project: Rebirth and Weapon X now left his mind mercifully free. All he thought of were blue and white fingers in pink cunts. He wanted both women. And he wanted to hear how loud the soundtrack of their wild lovemaking could get before they climaxed.

Then he saw Raven slip a finger into Rogue 2's ass.

Rogue 2 had three fingers in her pussy, one up her ass. She'd fingered herself before, but never like this. Never in the back. It seemed impossible that it was actually happening, that she was being penetrated this way, penetrated by another woman, penetrated by her mother. If anything was taboo, obscene, wrong, it was this. But it didn't feel wrong. Wrong would be the exploitative opening of her body by a rough-handed man, like so many in Weapon X had joked about doing if it weren't for her power. There was no aggression here, no degradation, only the same matronly treatment Raven had always given her, relaxing her, comforting her, teaching her so she took only joy and knowledge in being entered for the first time.

When Raven's soft fingertip found the spot inside here, that special place hidden in the walls of her sex, it felt even righter. It felt perfect. Rogue squirmed in her perfection, she thrust her whole body against Raven's hand and tried as hard as she could to do the same with her own fingers in Raven's pussy. Their fingers slithered wetly in the other's body, but only Raven plied the sensitive entrance to Rogue's ass, expanding it so slowly and lovingly that Rogue would have no idea it could hurt. In fact, soon Rogue felt no pain at all. Like mother, like daughter.

Scott lost himself in the sight of the two women's fuck, the carnal knowledge they gained of themselves and each other. Their chests were flushed, Rogue's hot pink, Raven's a deeper blue, nipples quivering at their fullest, hands wet up to the wrists with the same pleasure that dewed their groins and bellies. They rode each other to the very end and as if by one of Mystique's grand designs, Scott followed them.

He came, Rogue 4 choking and gagging and swallowing and almost drowning in the flood that washed down her throat. She dug her nails into his hairy legs as her throat pumped down his lengthy ejaculation, taking everything that didn't spill out her mouth, run down her chin, spread over his cock and balls in a masculine froth.

Two dupes and two lovers sank together, a tangle of parallel limbs whose passion had proved too much for them. Scott picked Rogue 4 up and set her down on the pile of her sisters, Rogue 1 and Rogue 3, who accepted her into their nude heap of flesh, barely moving except to occasionally stir, reach out, caress each other in sleepy harmony, and return to their slumber reassured that each other's charms were still theirs for the taking.

Scott was wide awake, though. He stroked the heated flesh of Rogue 2 and Mystique, soothing them as they trembled, still locked together in their afterglow. The blood rushed back to his cock. His balls boiled once more. Raven opened her eyes to see his stiffness had returned.

"No sense wasting that," she said. "Honey, do you still want him to fuck you in the ass?"

Rogue's eyes were still closed, her head spinning. "Yes. Please..."

Raven took Rogue as gently and as confidently as she would play with a doll: rolling her onto her back, crawling on top of her so that they might have been sixty-nining. She tasted the exciting flavor of Rogue's recent orgasm, just to know. Then she wiggled them around so Rogue was on top, on her hands and knees, looking down at the only pussy she had ever seen other than her own. It didn't have a stripe of white through its kinky hairs.

Scott crawled up behind Rogue, leaning over her to kiss the back of her neck.

"Marian?" Raven called, brushing her mouth against Rogue's leg as softly as Scott was her lips.

"Yes?" Rogue said wonderingly.

"Scott's going to fuck you now. Right in front of me."

"Oh yes..." Rogue arched her back, ready, so ready.

Raven licked her hand and used it to lube Scott's hard cock just a little more. "I'm going to watch him take your ass."

"You'll have a great view," Scott deadpanned. He ran his hands down Rogue's back as he straightened. Rogue felt both him, and Raven under her body. Then he grasped her hips. She looked to see Raven's blue hands almost obscuring the angry red of his cock, her fingers guiding it to her ass. And so, he notched her forbidden hole.