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The Summers Drive update: Mate the White Queen
🕑 Added 2019-04-06 16:00:02 +0000 UTC“Oh, Emma,” Scott chuckled, his voice rich with irony. “Surely you don’t think little Tessa here can compare with you. The White Queen.”
Emma froze, brows knitted in confusion. “Whatever do you mean, my love?”
“I mean why would I want Tessa when I can have you? Fuck you? Come inside you? Make you pregnant?”
Emma shook her head, laughing nervously, for once flustered. “But Scott… I told you… my figure…”
“It’ll make those tits of yours even bigger,” Scott said, reaching out to haul her to her feet. “I thought you’d go in for that.”
“But I told you to fuck her,” Emma insisted, looking a little desperately at Tessa.
“I’m leader of the X-Men, ‘my love’. You don’t tell me what to do.”
Just like that, Scott was pulling Emma through their suite, her tiny efforts to resist utterly futile. Helpless, she was dragged into the bathroom with him. He threw open the medicine cabinet. Its mirrored door swung out to show Tessa, still kneeling on the bed.
“Your birth control,” Scott said. “Throw it out. You won’t need it anymore.”
Ironically for the ice queen, Emma was all fired up on the outside, but warm as a summer day on the inside. Scott could see it in her eyes—a delighted gleam that he could discern no matter how hard she tried to keep up her act of smug superiority. As he’d surmised and, indeed, hoped, Emma wanted him to choose her, wanted him to make her his mate in the most certain terms imaginable, and most of all, she wanted him to do it this way, her way, not with candles and flowers, but rough, hard, fast.
Diamonds couldn’t be broken, it was said. Scott would put that to the test.
“Make me,” Emma challenged.
Scott grabbed her by the throat, all while Tessa watched, her computerized eyes recording every detail. Scott wondered if that exhibitionism—a combination of voyeurism and sex tape—was the real point of Emma inviting Tessa here. He didn’t care much either way. As long as he was onboard with Emma’s plan, he’d have to get comfortable with other women in the bedroom sooner or later.
He squeezed Emma hard, not enough to truly hurt her, but letting her know in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t kidding around. This game was being played to win. “If you're too scared to be fucked yourself, then safe word already.”
Despite the game, despite the pain, Emma grinned. This was more than what she wanted—it was what she needed. To open herself up and be truly vulnerable, she needed the freedom only a mask offered. It was no wonder she had become a superhero. It was the only way her fetish could get any kinkier.
“If you want to play rough, I can play rough.” And that was the last acknowledgment she gave that this was anything but him taking what he wanted from her.
I love you, she teeped into his head.
Scott smiled back at you. Love you too, he replied in kind. Then dug his thumb into her jugular vein. My little whore.
She slapped him. Hard. His cheek burning, Scott shoved her backward. She twisted about, her high heels slipping between the bath mat and the tile floor. She caught herself on the shower curtain and the bath faucet, accidentally turning on the tap, water thundering down into the tub.
“You’re going to get it now,” Scott said, his visor burning like a demon.
“Fuck you!” Emma spat, trying to get up. Scott put his boot on her back, pushing her down so that her throat was against the rim of the tub. She gurgled as she was choked. Keeping the pressure on, Scott undid his belt and worked his fly down.
“Tessa’s watching, Emma. She sees everything. She’s going to see how I fuck cockteasing little bitches like you.”
Then he was kneeling behind her, holding her head down so that her face was lowered into the tub. She could see her own reflection in the water, her face flushed and straining. Even more humiliatingly, she could hear Scott hum in approval as he inspected her ass, revealed by how she was bent over the bathtub. Her white panties gloved the curvaceous ass she was usually so happy to tempt him with, its elastic hems slicing across the soft flesh of her backside. Scott ripped them away, leaving her bare ass and wet pussy on display. Emma even felt Scott shift his body to let Tessa get a good look.
“I’m going to fuck you like this every night,” Scott whispered, his voice hot and urgent in Emma’s ear. “Until you have the good sense to be knocked up.”
Emma grunted, not sure whether she felt more humiliation or anger as Scott’s monstrous erection slammed into her pussy. She could see reflected back at her how her face contorted as she took his cock. Usually he was gentle. Usually he gave her time to get used to how much of it there was. Now he was letting her know just how big it is, and she would never take its size for granted again.
Scott thrust into Emma’s slick passage, even her body taking him with mixed emotions. Tightening to keep him out, but sucking at him when he was inside. He thrust into her with savage lunges, burying his cock to the balls with each drive. From the first stroke, he let Emma know she was being fucked.
Emma bit her tongue to keep from screaming—Scott wasn’t hurting her, exactly, but the intensity was so much more than she was used to. Usually, their lovemaking was all about her pleasure, Scott doing everything he could to satisfy her. This… this wasn’t even him gratifying himself. He was showing her that he owned her, that his violent strokes had free rein of her pussy, his balls slapping against her creamy thighs painfully, as if punishing her for daring to suggest otherwise.
Emma saw her face in the water and didn’t even recognize the reflection. The pain was one thing, but this was… this was irrevocable. She was his. This baby wasn’t just the future of mutantkind, it was their future. A flag planted in occupied territory, a Summers child in her belly to let everyone know that she was his and he would never let her go.
Such a thing should’ve been consummated with romance and pet names, all the greeting card shit that both of them had no time for, but Emma so much preferred it like this. Fire and ice. The fire of Scott’s raging desire, and the ice of the drive with which he practiced it. She had no doubt that, game or no, Scott would be as good as his word. She could look forward to these domineering fucks until the day her womb gave in where the rest of her already had, accepting his mastery over her. She felt like the White Queen again—sitting on the right hand of a worthy White King at last.
Emma screamed—the sheer intensity of the fuck shooting up from her cunt, through the womb Scott sought to conquer, up into her throat until it was blasting out of her mouth. And as she vented the painful feeling, a deliciously warm pleasure grew inside her too. It was like she was being penetrated by two cocks. One staggering her senses with immense, painful thunder, the other matching the first’s strokes with growing ecstasy.
“Fuck me,” she breathed, her voice stirring the water under her. “Please fuck me!”
“You’re beginning to figure out what that cunt of yours is for, huh?” Scott asked, deliberately goading her, ramming his member all the way into her sex until it seemed impossible for her pleasure to dwarf the ramrod pain—yet somehow it did. “It’s not for you… nhh… not for your damn sex toys… hhg… your dainty fingers… it’s for this fucking prick!”
“Yes!” Emma heard herself say, with a voice quite unlike herself. “Yes, fuck my cunt!”
Scott let out a low laugh as he stopped thrusting into her, leaving a worn-out feeling in her sex of both pain and pleasure. And yet, no matter how much it hurt, she wanted him to keep going. She wiggled her hips, trying to tempt him back inside her.
“It’s not going to be that easy, Frost.”
“What do you mean?” Emma asked, as girlishly as one of her students.
Scott pulled out of her, moving his cockhead to her tight little anus. Emma’s eyes widened as she felt his engorged helmet pushing into an opening that seemed far too small to accommodate his prick—and he had amply shown her just how very big it was.
“As long as you’re on the pill, you can’t get pregnant,” Scott explained pedantically, as if to a child—Emma’s ears burned from his sheer tone, as if that were more of an offense than him being about to sodomize her. “If you can’t get pregnant, there’s no real need for me to fuck your cunt, is there? Not when your ass is so fucking tight.”
He pushed into her, letting Emma know for certain just how tight she was. She panicked, tensing her muscles, trying to keep him out, but Scott wouldn’t be denied. Slick with the lubrication from her cunt, Scott worked his cockhead into her asshole.
“It hurts!” Emma cried out. “Take it out!”
Scott slowly forced more of himself up her ass. “I don’t think so, baby. I think I’m gonna be in this tight little hole for a nice long while.”
“UHHH!” Emma howled as he shoved his cock in deeper, always deeper. “Christ, please! You’re going to split me in half!”
Scott fucked into her, harder and harder, giving her nice long thrusts so she could really feel herself being impaled. Emma’s eyes rolled back in her head. She was helpless, utterly fucked, dominated to the point that all she could think about with the pain.
Scott forced her head into the bathwater, and with her underwater, he thrust his cock all the way into her ass.
Emma’s screams bubbled in the water. Then he pulled on her hair, setting her scalp on fire as he lifted her out of the way and let her breathe. No sooner had Emma gulped in air then Scott forced her back down, fucking her asshole once more, his rippling abs pounding against her plump ass. Scott felt his balls swelling with the hot load of cum meant to fill Emma’s bowels, and he fucked her harder, forcing her head in and out of the water to match his thrusts, leaving her barely able to breathe.
Finally, Scott let her stay upright, just as he thrust the entirety of his cock into her anus. “And just think,” Scott hissed in her ear. “You could have this in your pussy right now.” The first hot bullet of his seed splattered into her bowels. “You could be coming like a good girl instead of getting fucked in the ass like a whore.”
Emma had never known this pain. His cock was like a weapon as it forced its way into her rectum, stretching and forever altering her inner muscles. She felt faint, her vision blurry, sounds strangely deserted. And then she felt something new where Scott’s cock was impaling her. Something wonderful.
“Oh Jesus,” she moaned, hardly believing that this much pain could become something so sweet. She’d forgotten the claim Scott had staked on her body. How determined he was to prove he owned her, both her pain and her pleasure.
And as Scott’s cum poured into her bowels, the pain gripping Emma slowly released her, letting itself be replaced by a fiery pleasure that was almost equally unbearable. But she loved it—loved being the focus of all Scott’s attention, the sex object he had to claim. He might love Jean, but could he ever fuck her like this?
“Scott!” she grunted. “Scott!”
He ignored her lovelorn cries. “Take it, you fucking slut! Take it all!”
Emma closed her eyes as his seed poured into her like hot wax. It hurt, but it brought delicious warmth that spread all throughout her body, and she keened with agonized glee as it burned her flesh into an inferno. Her eyes flew open as she came.
Scott looked into the water while Emma orgasmed. From Emma’s reflection, the look in her eyes, he could see she wasn’t regretting this. No, she was more turned on than ever—imagining him cumming this much in her pussy. Imagining him getting her pregnant.
Finally, Scott pulled out of her. She slumped down on the bathtub, gasping for air. Kneeling down, his cum was pouring out from between her splayed buttocks, covering the feet she’d settled her ass on. Emma giggled and wiggled her toes in the proof of how thoroughly Scott had used her.
Scott picked her up, now gently helping her into the bathtub and turning off the faucet. Emma cooed as the warm water worked its healing magic on her battered body.
“How’d you like the game?”
Emma laughed lightly. The warm water was getting to her cunt too—filling it with aching want. “Not bad,” she said. “But next time you should be a little rough.”
Scott chuckled himself and started undressing. “Tessa? Any comments?”
Tessa responded in her chirping electric voice. “I noted that Emma Frost orgasmed several times. Her orgasms arrived more frequently in proximity to Scott Summers making demeaning comments on her sexual morality. From this, I can conclude that Emma Frost is a filthy slut. The evidence would also suggests she enjoys being Scott Summers’ bitch, although it is possible that Emma Frost would experience similar sexual pleasure with any excessively sized phallus.”
Scott screwed up his face and gave a considering nod. “You don’t say… thanks, Tessa. You can go.”
Tessa got up to leave, seemingly paying no mind to the fact that she was still wearing scanty lingerie.
“One more thing,” Emma called. “Can you transfer the playback file of our little tryst to a standardized media format? I would like to have it on my phone.” She looked up at Scott, running her hands over her body as the steamy waters continued their work on her tired flesh. “We may know I’m his bitch, but Scott may need video proof as a reminder.”
“I just need you to turn around,” Scott retorted. “With the tight pants you wear, I’ll remember exactly what your ass looks like. Then I just have to think of how it looked wrapped around my cock.”
Emma purred. “Get in the tub, Scott. I need to be washed. I feel dirty.”
Scott shed the last of his clothes, but didn’t immediately obey—instead reaching into the medicine cabinet to pick up Emma’s pill wheel. “And this?”
“Pitch it,” Emma said readily. “I won’t need it anytime soon. One of the advantages of being pregnant is you can go into me bareback as much as you want.”
Scott dropped the birth control into the bathroom’s waste basket before climbing into the bath with Emma. She let him pull her close and kiss her tenderly on the forehead, though it was hard to tell who needed the loving gesture more, her or him.
“I suppose you’ve sorted me out now,” Emma commented, resting her head against Scott’s chest as he laid under her. “But if I’m going down, I’m taking several of my sister mutants with me. I insist on seeing you put to stud while I’m still svelte enough to enjoy the process.”
“Who’d you have in mind?” Scott asked.
“Oh, look at Summers, all considerate now that he’s ruined my ass,” Emma quipped. “I was going to feed a selection of my finest students to you, but since you’re the one in charge, I suppose you’ll be fulfilling some of those fun fantasies we’ve played with in your head. Shame. Some of my girls were so well-bred…”
“And you’d like them to be even more so,” Scott said. “Maybe later.”
“Yes. For a leader, you have a naughty tendency to play favorites. Still, as far as entrees on the menu, Psylocke is a delicacy. She’s probably been dreaming of you breeding her for years—a nice easy kill as we get you back on the dating scene, so to speak.”
“Haven’t we been dating?” Scott asked.
“Darling, please. I’ve had my legs wrapped around you like a sprung bear-trap. That’s not dating. That’s fucking with breaks to resolve annoying side issues.”
Scott didn’t dispute Emma’s assessment. “You know, there is the elephant in the room…”
“Yes. Your dearly departed Jean Grey, who only gets more dear and less departed with time.”
“Would you be comfortable with that?” Scott asked reassuringly. “I don’t want to start WW3 between the two of you.”
Emma sighed. “If she can make peace with it, I can. Your spawn would be formidable. And it might be fun to see Jean on the receiving end of this little dark side I’ve brought out of you. No false modesty, Scott: I’m a queen, but the Phoenix is a god. And I could stand to see you cut us both down to size.”
“I think you may have something of an ulterior motive here,” Scott commented. “One that isn’t particularly conductive to mating season.”
“You’ll get your turn with her,” Emma protested. “I’m just saying it may take both of us to tame her. I never did quite manage it with Jean back at the Hellfire Club. How interesting a rematch would be—“ She patted Scott’s chest. “Especially with a real man in my corner, and not some… Ren Faire enthusiast.”
Scott chuckled. “Ouch.”
“So what will it be, Scott?” Emma asked, looking up at him as expectantly as a child begging for a puppy. “Which girl do you want me to help you fuck?”
A. Ninjas do it with stealth. Breed Psylocke.
B. First girl wins. Breed Jean.
Comments
Shendude
Don't usually care for super-rough stuff, but this is pretty hot.
Zhilbar
A! Save Jean for last.
B!
