Ultimate X: In The Company of Rogue

Pain filled her voice. "Mommy!" But there was no way Scott could hold himself back. Her hole was too tempting, Raven's encouragement too fierce. He bunted forward, taking several inches of Rogue's ass in one smooth stroke.

She screamed, but it was not all pain. Scott's cock was more than twice as wide as Raven's finger had been, but Mystique's preparation had been skilled and loving. There was no painful resistance, only a quick surrender to the invading cock. Both lovers panted with energetic bliss as they were crushed together.

Scott slowed, giving Rogue time to control her pain, but Raven was not so merciful. She cupped Scott's balls, pulling them toward Rogue, demanding he continue. And he followed her urging inside Rogue.

Rogue wailed, jerking helplessly as she was opened, "It's too much! You're too big!"

The impalement was only inches from Raven's upturned face. She could see the blood pounding in Scott's stiff cock, the cream glistening in Rogue's pussy. She loved it, just as Raven had known she would. "Mother knows best." And she craned her head back, her tongue swiping in one elongated sweep from Rogue's wet cunt to the base of Scott's cock, even to the bottom of his balls.

"Daddy wants your ass," Raven said. Her fingers clutched Scott's ass now, pulling him onward. "He loves your ass so much..."

It was true. Raven's attentions were setting Scott's cock on fire and the only thing that could put it out was the sublime tightness of Rogue's ass. He dug into her, finally all the way in. Raven rewarded him by nuzzling his balls inside her mouth.

Hot. Wet. And tight. Very tight. The mixture of sensations, from Rogue's rough passage to Raven's gentle suckling, was euphoric. Rogue's ass was even tighter than a virgin cunt, with better friction, and a massaging bodily warmth that thrilled him. Her jelly-soft ass cheeks quivered at his groin, so close he could feel the little inner workings of Rogue's body as she tried to ease the pain and process the pleasure.

It worked, apparently. With no sign of pain, she began to work herself back and forth, jolting herself against his loins to increase the heated pleasure on his manhood. "Fuck me, daddy!" she yipped with an embarrassing amount of enjoyment. "Fuck me like you fuck mommy! Oh, oh, oh!"

Scott got his arm under her soft belly, his other hand fastening her white lock of hair together with all the rest. He held her in place as he rutted together with her, fucking her ass like he'd never have a woman again. It was perverse, animal pleasure and he wanted all of it.

"Oh yes, baby, daddy's fucking you now," he growled out, giving into Raven and Rogue's game. "Daddy's gonna fuck mommy's little girl hard. You like that, baby? You want daddy to fuck your tight little ass wide open?"

"Oh, daddy, it's so big! So big, daddy! Fuck me, fuck my ass all you like! I'm your little girl, yours and mommy's! My body is all yours!" With Raven already having trained her asshole for sex, all it took was the fingers Mystique put on her clit for Rogue's entire body to be whipped into orgasm. Later, her ass would be sore from the brutal use she put it to, but for now, all she felt was the same crazed pleasure as Scott and Raven.

"Good girl," Scott moaned, "That's my good girl. Take daddy's dick, honey. Take this big hard cock in your ass..."

Raven was practically choking herself on Scott's balls, tearing at her cunt with both hands. Like a three-way kiss, she made love to Scott and Rogue evenly, nipping at Scott's balls, sucking at Rogue's cunt, licking the root of Scott's cock and tasting her adopted daughter's cream. With Scott fully given in to the depraved ride, there was nothing more to do but come.

She kissed Rogue's slit deeply, soulfully, feeling the telltale quivers on the tip of her tongue. She tickled those yearning feelings and tasted the juice straight from Rogue's core. And her tongue could feel the hammering throb of Scott's cock inside Rogue, its strong taste only separated from her by a thin veil of flesh.

She squeezed his balls between her hands like she was sculpting clay and tasted his cock going harder and harder into Rogue's ass. "Daddy!" Rogue sobbed, her voice cracking like thin ice. "I love you daddy, I love you and mommy so much! I've dreamed about this for so long, daddy!"

She came, her sphincter locking hard onto Scott's cock. He could only groan and strain as her well-fucked muscles squeezed him so tight he couldn't even more. It was almost enough to make Scott come, but he gritted his teeth and rocked his hips as best he could, driving Rogue's climax on and on until she might as well had had another one. She sagged down to Raven's groin, one blue hand stroking Mystique's clit, the other petting her white-ribboned hair. She muttered about how much she loved her mommy and daddy as she fell from the peak she'd reached.

A peak Scott was only now obtaining. He let his control slip from him slowly, his muscles and glands going rigid, glazing over with pleasure. His entire body locked up, but on Banshee, with his legendary discipline, he hung for years in the delirious tension that came before release. Then, with a booming laugh, his cock howled cum into Rogue's ass. The girl jerked, crying out with each violating gush deep inside her. So much that it filled Rogue, far in excess of what her body could hold. It seemed like Scott had a gallon of jizz to loose. Beneath them, Raven closed one eye as the overflowing cum spilled onto her face.

Scott pulled his shrunken cock from Rogue—defeated at last—and Raven replaced him, licking up the spillage before her tongue delved inside Rogue's ass for more. Rogue squirmed and moaned in bliss, either unaware or uncaring that tongue had replaced cock in her well-pleasured ass.

Cyclops sank, weak as a kitten, onto the pile of spent bodies—the soft, naked Rogues whom he had already satisfied. He relished the fading feel of his cock rammed into Rogue's guts, bathed in the selfsame sperm he had pumped into the girl for the long seconds he'd taken to taper off and be spent. He relaxed into his orgiastic cushion, the world spinning, spinning, far too fast for him to catch up, and if Raven and the last of the Rogues joined him in his debauched comfort long after he'd fallen still, he did not remember it in the morning.

***

Scott came awake slowly, almost carefully, his body savoring the rest he'd found himself in after the orgy. He felt incredible, perhaps the aftereffects of the drug, perhaps the six women with whom he'd shared the night.

His pillow was both soft and firm. He reached up to adjust and found it was a warm, naked thigh. His 'blanket' was Mystique, sprawled across his body like moss growing over rock. And he was facing one of the dupe's pussies, the white-streaked hair further embellished by dried semen.

It was completely decadent, depraved. He loved it. Not even trying to make sense of the orgy's rubble, he gently pulled Mystique closer to him, kissing her and finding her lips tasting of Rogue.

"How dare you," Raven breathed. "I'm an old lady. You shouldn't wear me out like this. I'll have a heart attack or something."

Scott's chest rolled with laughter. "I feel good."

"It's called sex, Scott. It's supposed to do that."

"No, I mean—ever wanted a sunroof?"

"A little."

"Good. You won't mind if this doesn't work." Staring up at the ceiling, Scott removed his visor.

Nothing happened.

Turning his head, Scott focused on a lamp on the nightstand. An optic blast shot from his eyes, pinpointing and destroying the object. And just as abruptly, it stopped. His eyes returned to normal. Wonderfully, blessedly normal.

Raven was fully awake now. "Scott... your eyes." She reached up to touch his face—the same face that had always been under the visor, but so very different now with it gone. Like a piece of art that was no longer censored.

"My eyes," Scott said.

"They're beautiful." Then, self-conscious, she drew her scaly hand back from his face. "Bet you didn't think I'd be this blue."

"I like it." Scott ran his hand down her body, marveling at the contrast between his pink skin and her cyanic flesh. "It's different. This is all... very different."

"Fearless leader's finally letting me corrupt him," Raven teased, brushing her nose against his in an ironic-or-not eskimo kiss.

"Finally," Scott confirmed, drawing her into a deep kiss. "You know what a good reason is for fighting the humans?"

"Mmm?" Raven asked curiously.

"Making a world where you never have to look less beautiful than this."

"Mah gawd, you guys are adorable."

Scott and Raven took their eyes off each other, for once, to see Marian standing at the foot of the bed. She'd dressed modestly as usual: long-sleeved blouse, jeans, gloves. It made her look like an alien among the room's six naked hedonists.

Marian picked up one of her dupe's arms. When she let it go, it dropped back down to the mattress. "Ah can feel 'em burning low. They want to come home."

"Are you sure you want them? All those memories?" Raven asked. "We can find a way around it if you don't want them."

"No. They're part of me. Maybe if I'm more comfortable with that part, I'll be a little closer to fixing my power."

Raven smiled lovingly. "That's my girl."

"Here." Scott got up, shouldering aside the dupes to scoop up the bed's discarded sheet. He wrapped it around Marian, smelling of the night's passion, and sat her down with him and Raven. "Are you ready?"

Marian looked at her dupes. So carefree, so innocent in the pleasure they'd taken. Pieces of her. Yes. She wanted them back. "Ah'm ready."

Scott and Raven both embraced her, holding her within the cocoon of the sheet. And like the warm half-lives of her dupes, she let the pressing embrace take her.

And Marian came. No build-up, no foreplay. As the lives of her dupes were absorbed into her own, she simply orgasmed with a heat so intense it was painful. Climax after climax shattered her perfectly composed body, making it jerk and shudder within Scott and Raven's grip like a broken puppet. She soon lost track of how many orgasms she experienced, both vicariously and in the here and now. They blurred together. Her legs stopped working, the muscles twitching and bunching so Marian could see them where her legs protruded from the blanket. After a small eternity, her ecstasy eased. She could breathe again, and she let her exhale flow from her body with the last sweetly burning pleasure. Scott and Raven nuzzled her body, kissing her shoulders through the thin veil of the sheet. And when she demurred, finished at last, they lowered her to the bed and she was drugged with her happiness.

"Is everything alright?" Raven asked, bunching up the sheet protectively over Rogue.

"Yes. Yeah. So good..." Marian sighed sweetly, looking at Raven with new eyes. She'd absorbed both the sins and the wonderful irresponsibility that came with them. "Guess I have a thing for older women, huh?" She looked at Scott. "I still want you to fuck me in the ass."

They laughed. They weren't a family—all of them were far too broken and lost to fit in as simple a shape as that. But all of them felt a new and wonderful support radiating from each other. It reminded Scott of the X-Men, but rawer, purer. He knew these women would not break, would not lie down, would not even show weakness to anyone but him. And he would do the same for them.

Marian picked up his visor and tried it on. "You know, I always thought this looked cool."

"Want to suck me a little?" Scott asked, earning him a little slap from Raven. "What? She can feel what it's like to be me for a little while."

Mystique, of course, transformed into his twin. "Mmmm... not bad. I'd prefer being Angel, though. He's pretty."

The little switch in Scott's head, long blocked, now flipped. Enough fun. Time to be responsible. Time to be the leader. He began gathering up his clothes. "I can't believe Madrox let you borrow so much of his power. Did you put him in a coma?"

"We didn't use Madrox," came his own voice. Mystique, now playing with her transformed body's endowment. "One of the prisoners here was Schizoid Man. Maybe we should keep him around. This could be Marian's regular Saturday night thing..."

She looked at Rogue, who screwed up her nose in distaste. "Eww, mom—it's getting hard."

"Schizoid Man..." Scott said, doing up his pants. "Of the Liberators?"

"Yes, remember? They liberated the Ultimates' boots so they were free to go up their asses."

Scott blinked. "If they were captured by the Ultimates, they should be at the Triskelion. What are they doing here unless... shit." He threw his shirt on.

Mystique sat up, coloring into herself again. "What is it?"

Without even his shoes, Scott was scrambling for the door. "Get everyone out. It's a trap."

***

One part of Scott's mind was in chaos. He needed to know if Raven was out, if she'd gotten Rogue out with her. But it was a small part. He hated himself for it, but his omnipresent discipline pressed it down. He could think about where Wanda was. He knew where Magneto's traveling citadel was parked—Wanda and Pietro would be nearby.

He was right, after a fashion. Running into the din of Magneto's scrambling protection detail—Raven must've sounded the alarm—he found Wanda's bedroom next to the portal up into Erik's chambers. He forced the door, but the room was empty. His mind whirled. Pietro. Scott barged into his bedroom, finding the siblings sitting on the bed, deep in conversation. They must've assumed it was a drill.

Pietro shot to his feet, blurring at the edges. "How dare you intrude upon—"

"Bomb," Scott said simply. For the first time in what seemed like hours, he slowed, padding inside on his bare feet. With a deep breath: "Wanda, you can alter probabilities, play with them. If someone set a trap for us, where would the statistics place it?"

"That's not how her power works!" Pietro argued. "I need to remove her from the—"

Wanda brushed away his hands even as they reached for her. "I could put a hex on you. So that when you're searching for it, there's a ninety-plus chance that it'll be in the first place you look."

"Do it!" Scott ordered, at the same time Pietro stepped in the way. "No!"

Scott stared at him, shocked. He knew Pietro was protective of his sister, but this was—

"Do it to me," Pietro said. "I can search faster."

Wanda looked quickly to Scott. He nodded. And while Wanda cast the spell, Pietro gave him an ineffably smug look.

***

As Magneto came in, Pietro's exit sent his cape into a paroxysm of flutters like he was in the middle of a storm. The man didn't try to follow his son's exit with his eyes. They stayed locked on Scott. "What is the meaning of this?"

Scott was throwing on some of Pietro's clothes. "It's a trap. This whole island. SHIELD or Weapon X, it doesn't matter which. They funneled their 'undesirables' to Mojo so he could set up these hunts—probably arranged for the X-Men to be captured. They knew sooner or later, we'd make an attack on this place. Once they had us all in place—"

"A concentration camp." Magneto's voice was low and deadly, and even without being directed at Scott, it burned into him. "You've put us in a concentration camp."

"Wanda, I've found it!" Pietro's voice echoed into the room. Moving at superspeed, it came in oddly over the communicator on the room's desk. Scott supposed he shouldn't have been surprised that the twins had some private way of communicating with each other.

"Can you disarm it?" Scott demanded, stalking toward the room's desk.

Pietro's voice now came through loud and clear; he'd slowed down. "It's small. Well-hidden. I'll move it out to sea."

"No, find Forge, he can—"

"It's armed-!" Pietro's voice echoed again, soundwaves falling away under supersonic speed, trailing off when—

The blast turned night into day. The others averted their eyes, but Scott had picked up his visor before he went out the door, just in case the Banshee wore off. He looked out the window and his ruby quartz compensated for the light. Turned the small sun on the horizon into a simple fire. A funeral pyre.

"Suitcase nuke," Scott said, bland, stunned, just saying it to be said.

"I'm sorry, Wanda." The voice buzzed out of the communicator. Soundwaves and radio weren't as fast as Quicksilver. He was already dead by the time they heard him.

Erik grasped it first. He stumbled, then sat down heavily on the bed, still warm from Pietro's body. Seeing him sag like that, like an old man in armor that was too heavy for him, that clinched it for Wanda. Sunk the thought into her body like a knife.

She threw herself onto her father, sobbing into the metal of his chestplate. He moved to stroke her hair, soothe her, but he couldn't. His hands were formed too tightly into fists.

"After the Great Flood, God spared only Noah and his family. He did so because he knew they'd be loyal. They were the last of mankind."

"What?"

Erik turned to Scott. His eyes were not wet. They were dry; cracked. Stones in a desert. "I've given my son for you. For all of them. Now, haven't I earned the choice of who lives and who dies?"

Scott almost spoke over him, even as he waited for Erik to finish. "We should consolidate our forces, see if this base can be salvaged or if it's too compromised—"

Magneto stood, setting Wanda aside. "These are the times of plague and pestilence. Those that remain will be forever grateful. They will find themselves in Heaven on Earth."

"Sir..." Scott began, but it was pointless. Erik was already floating off his feet, his power taking hold.

The ceiling contorted out of the way and Magneto was part of the night sky. The masses of mutants spilling out into the jungle, mid-way through evacuation, turned to regard him as electromagnetic lightning made him appear half a god.

Scott pulled off his visor, going to Wanda. His eyes didn't yet burn with the old power. He took the girl in his arms and held her as best he could. She fit against him as easily as Raven did.

"Wanda, you have to talk to him, now, before he does something—"

"Don't ask me for that." Wanda's voice ripped out of her throat like it was barbed, cutting her tongue as it came off her lips. "Don't ask me for mercy now. Right now, I wouldn't stop him if he killed every last one of them."

Scott gritted his teeth, but said nothing. Almost nothing. "I can't let him." It was that simple. There couldn't be a war between humans and mutants. Both sides would perish. There could be battles, skirmishes, saber-rattling, but no full-blown conflict. Nothing to start up the Sentinel factories again, nothing to make the Persons of Mass Destruction start taking lives.

Nothing like this.

"Don't let go," Wanda said softly. She melted into his grip. He wouldn't call it an embrace.

Scott's communicator buzzed, still in his collar. He vaguely remembered how to turn it on. "Summers."

"Mystique," Raven replied wryly. "What's going on? Erik's giving a Sunday school lesson, there was that blast—"

"Pietro's dead."

"...shit." She grasped it instantly. The pause was her remembering what Erik was capable of.

"Raven, what is he going to do?"

"Do?" Raven's voice trailed off. Scott looked up through the gnarled hole in the roof. The electricity Magneto commanded swirled like the Northern Lights. "Scott, he's already done it."