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The White King update
🕑 Added 2019-06-11 17:16:02 +0000 UTC
Emma laid on the bed, her panties the only thing she wore underneath her babydoll nightie. The nightie essentially had no front, but was tied together over her cleavage by a large ribbon, covering her breasts and not much else—the two halves of the nightie hung like curtains over her lean stomach and svelte hips, falling to her sides to leave entirely bare the trim white panties crowning her long legs. She had fallen asleep waiting for Scott to return and finish what he had started. But now, yawning awake, she saw that whatever business Scott had attended to, he’d finished it, and returned to lie down on his side of the bed, on top of the covers, naked.
Predictably, Emma turned onto her side and considered Scott. His trust in her, lying down and falling asleep next to someone as dangerous as any wild animal. She could do whatever she wanted to his mind; it was a toss-up if even his will would be able to resist her. She ran her finger over his lips. The soft intake of his breath took no notice of her. She tapered her finger over his jutting chin, down his throat, feeling the swollen pecs of his chest and then the striations of muscle along his abdomen. Finally coming to his cock.
It was huge. Still thick and weighty even when flaccid, and Emma almost moaned as she remembered all the times he had used it on her, fully erect and staying that way for what seemed like hours before she finally managed to coax his seed out of him. She gripped him in her hand, squeezing his cock, stroking it, feeling life return to the huge phallus. The inexorable memories continued, as she thought of the many times Scott had broken her so sweetly. No bondage, no toys, just the steady, precise pistoning of that massive tool inside of her. She ended up drunk with satisfaction, lost in her own submission to Scott, cock-dazed and absolutely fucked—coming repeatedly as if she were doing so to please Scott… reward him for the gift of his prick with the tightness of her clenching pussy.
Emma allowed herself a naughty smile as Scott grew harder, his cock becoming the mighty weapon she was so used to servicing. Perhaps it wasn’t empowering or stylish or graceful, but nothing made her come like that big, ugly cock. And as much as she feared it, much as she resented the thought of losing the initiative to Scott again and being his bitch once more instead of the White Queen… she knew she would come better than ever with that bastard of a cock up her ass.
Coming up to her knees, Emma stretched and preened, enjoying the perverse decadence of looking so wonderful while Scott was not conscious to appreciate it. As if her beauty were so special it was reserved only for herself, like with the harems of the sultans of old, that no other man was permitted to gaze upon. Only she was the sultan here.
She settled onto all fours and crawled to Scott’s midsection, enjoying the sight of his burgeoning erection at close range. Her thoughts followed familiar tracks; she was a good enough telepath to know the patterns in even her own thinking. There was a flicker of trepidation at the thought of literally gagging herself on such an enormous prick, the relish of the challenge, and the fitful little taboo of pleasing another when she herself was so much more deserving. Didn’t Scott know that far from being asleep, he should be waiting every waking moment for his next chance to taste her delectable pussy?
On second thought, though, part of the reason she was such a superior woman was the incredible pleasure she could bring to her chosen mate. I’ll certainly prove that, she thought, taking one last whiff of Scott’s aroused musk before opening her mouth and bringing it down on that impossibly large member.
Scott’s eyes slowly opened beneath his sleep mask, only to close again as he felt Emma’s mouth, warm as a sweaty summer day, around his manhood. Her tongue ran wild over his excited flesh—Scott could barely think to grope to the nightstand and pick up his sunglasses, closing his eyes as he replaced the blindfold with see-through ruby quartz. Now he saw Emma, kneeling beside his head, almost sixty-nining with him as she bent down to his lap and snaked her tongue around his cockhead. She was great at this, wonderful—the face of an angel concealing the mouth of a succubus.
Scott looked over to Emma’s lower body next to his head. The creamy thighs, nicely thick, corded with running muscles as they led in to the sweep of her buttocks, gilded with the white gold of her translucent lace panties. Her ass was toned, well-shaped, the panties not so much hiding it as framing it. He reached out and ran his hand over her groin, feeling it screaming for sex, the response to his touch in her sucking mouth. He fingered her clit, then had to groan as her lips tightened on his endowment, as if wanting his cum so bad she would pull off his cock to get it.
“Good, Emma, very good. But let’s see if the White Queen can follow instructions from her master.” He reached between her thighs and felt her ass playfully, until he felt the buttplug concealed beneath her panties. Scott wouldn’t mind replacing it with himself, his cock deep between her firm buttocks, driving into her bowels. But her mouth was too much temptation for him to spurn.
Emma evidently agreed. She didn’t relinquish his cock to talk to him—not when she had a hotline straight into his brain. Tell me, darling, when I wake you up like this, is your first thought that it’s me, or Jean?
Scott reversed course with his right hand, going back to her sex and fingering it while his left hand palmed Emma’s head, keeping his cock in her open mouth. “All that matters is there’s a wet hole.”
Emma chuckled with purring reverberations around his prick. Yet here you are, Scott. Fucking this wet hole. Admit it—better to rule in Hellfire than to serve Xavier.
“Why don’t you stop sucking my cock—and start taking it?”
Emma popped her lips off of his glans, savoring having the flavor of his cock in the saliva that filled her mouth before she swallowed it, kissed his helmet with pursed lips, and padded down to the foot of the bed on all fours. She ended up facing away from him, her ass in the air, her panties turning dark as her arousal spread through them. “Do you have enough?” she asked, waving her hips from side to side. “I can take an awful lot.”
Scott got up onto his knees, eying the ribbon of white fabric that ran between her buttocks and through her parted thighs. Moving behind her, he tugged her panties down to mid-thigh, seeing that the buttplug was off-center. The X on its base was a plus sign. Yeah, this sure is a plus. A plus to putting up with a sadistic, amoral, elitist bitch.
“You forgot needy,” Emma pouted. “I need that big cock in my snatch and I need to come like a bitch in heat. Don’t you like it when I come that way? When you hurt me? I know I do. We both get off on how that cock destroys my cunt. I may be a whore, Scott, but you’re my pimp.”
Scott guided himself into her dripping sex, plunging his member into her effortlessly—a perfect fit. Emma sighed lovingly as he made his stroke to the very depths of her cunt, almost to her cervix. She was just tight enough to have room for all of him.
“Hg!” she gaped, feeling him impale her on the first thrust. She’d admitted to being a whore, but her ears still burned a little to have it confirmed with such ease. She was wetter than a riverbed, and all of it from sucking his cock. “That could be Jean’s wet hole, I’ll admit. She keeps herself pretty tight considering all of you X-Men are in love with her. And maybe if you were the kind of man who were content just to fuck my pussy, you’d be satisfied with her. But you’re like me, my king. You want more.”
Scott tugged the buttplug from her asshole, Emma mewling as it spewed lubricant in its wake. Her rectum warmed up even hotter, spread and ready for his prick.
“I want you,” Scott said, taking his lubricated cock from her slit and putting it against her asshole.
“Fucking romantic,” Emma breathed, her voice rising with surprise. “Scott, I think—think you may be too big—tear me in half—Scott, please!”
“Don’t safe word, you little slut.” He pushed his cockhead into the tight embrace of her anus, working her clenched sphincter open with little prods of his member. “I know you. You want me to fuck you while you beg for mercy. You want me to ruin your ass the way I ruin your cunt.”
Emma nearly purred, smiling despite herself. “Is that what I want, Scott? Gg! For you to ravage my ass like some conqueror? Nnn--like you’d never, ever do to your sweet little Jean? Mmmm…”
Scott patted her hip condescendingly. “You and your rape fantasies. As if you’re anywhere near enough of a dom to put up a fight. Just relax and enjoy it, Emma. I’ve been wanting to fuck your ass since the first time you bent over in that fetishwear you call a costume. But if it’s any consolation, you’re real tight. Even tighter than Jean. Yeah… now it’s in… it’s fucking in!”
Emma sobbed in pain, but still had the presence of mind to ease her clenching muscles. It boggled her mind, but she was letting Scott push into her ass, inch after inch of his steely erection entering her, further impaling her, filling her with pain and delight until both were more than she’d ever thought she’d feel.
“You’re killing me, hh… you’re fucking my ass! God, Scott, it hurts so good—hurt me, you bitch! Fuck me until it hurts too much! Then—yes, yes!—keep fucking me!”
Emma wailed as he bottomed out in her tortured anus, sodomizing her as Emma had thought she never would be—her most taboo place used for a man’s pleasure. This was no softly licking tongue, not even a coyly thin finger, but a fat cock that was tearing into her. Fucking her apart. Moving in and out of her, never being denied, speeding up with inexorable acceleration until she was forced to take his entire shaft plunging in and out of her.
Tears streamed down Emma’s cheeks as she enjoyed herself. The woeful pain gave way to lustful fulfillment, the heat of the friction melting her pussy, sending what felt like a flood of her cream over her thighs. She lunged back with worshipful need, driving herself onto his impaling cock with blissful enjoyment.
“Yes! Ohhh Scott, fuck me! Fuck my ass! I don’t care if you rip me apart—I’m coming! Shit, Scott, I’m coming so hard… you’re making me come… you’re fucking fucking me!”
Emma heaved and pumped herself on the very impalement of her ass as if her anus were an eager mouth, tightening on Scott’s cock, trying to suck and massage the cum out of its monstrous girth.
Scott smirked, gratified not only that Emma had ended up enjoying her submission, but also that she could accommodate him in her ass, just as he’d thought. He pistoned himself into her with maddened need. “Take it, cunt. Take every inch of my cock—hhh!—and then every drop of my cum. Shit… fucking goddamn, you’re tight! Emma, you good little… cock-hungry whore! Your ass is my fuckhole now! You’d better get used to it being—ha!—full of cum! I’m fucking it every day!”
“Yes, yes, my ass is yours, Scott! Ghhhh! I’m yours!” Emma bowed her head and bit down on a fold of her bed’s fitted sheet. She continued speaking in a deafening mental roar that only Jean Grey’s man could be practiced enough to withstand. NOT JUST YOUR WHORE! YOUR WOMAN!
It was time. She needed it, she wanted it, but she could be more than just a hole for Scott to pound. She rolled over, her own slender-muscled body forcing Scott onto his back. The sheet still in her teeth tugged the whole thing out from under the mattress, making it bloom upward as she beached herself on Scott’s supine body, raising her hips into the air and then hammering them down against Scott’s groin, driving herself down on his cock, thinking of nothing but the massive penetration she was accepting into her ass again and again.
She reeled, coming as she never had before, her juices jetting from her cunt as the orgasm devoured her completely. Her breasts bounced liquidly, her voice keened as she kept throwing herself onto Scott’s cock, her anal muscles clenching and tensing, massaging him like a forceful hand demanding his cum. Scott gave a piercing howl as he came like a volcano into the sheath of Emma’s ass. He lost control as much as Emma had, his ejaculation as explosive as his optic blast, surrendering for a perfect moment to the pleasure Emma offered him--the immovable object giving into her unstoppable force.
Emma may have been a whore, but she was a damned good whore. And Scott, Scott was a fucking challenge.
“RRNNGGGHHH!” Scott cried, his cock powering into Emma endlessly, cum filling her tortured ass, running down over her cunt when there was no more room in her bowels. Emma moaned loudly as the heat of his seed demanded more pleasure from her overwrought pussy. She came again, a trickle of saliva running from the corner of her mouth while Scott continued plowing her ass, draining his balls into the vise of her asshole as it still tried desperately to hold him.
When Scott pulled out, Emma was flat on her belly, her mind so dazed from what she’d felt that she was on the verge of unconsciousness. She was only woken by Scott forcing the buttplug back inside her, trapping his copious ejaculate inside Emma for the night. Then, with Emma moaning and mewling, half-awake and half lost in bliss, Scott rolled her gently onto her back. He straddled her face and set his half-hard cock against her lips. Emma’s mouth opened instinctively and she took his prick, sucking on it without having to be told.
Other men were easy, worthless, but Scott made her work for it. She’d been a whore for so many; now just for him. And he deserved having an anal whore, an ATM whore. He paid for it in coin Emma couldn’t get anywhere else.
Scott petted Emma’s golden hair, her experiencing his words more as another comforting pressure like his touch, a sweet balm like men were supposed to be for women. She only trusted it from Scott. All men wanted to hurt her—she was a bitch, after all. But Scott hurt her like no one else could even dream of.
“That’s it, Emma. Lick it clean. Lick all the cum off me—get my cock nice and clean. Kiss my balls too, while you’re at it. Show me how much you appreciate that I made you come so much. Kiss my nice, clean cock and dream about the next time I decide you deserve to come on it.”
Although only half-hearing his words, Emma did as she was told, lapping the cum from Scott’s groin as her last conscious act before she lost herself entirely in contentment, falling asleep with a dash of his seed on the corner of her lips.
Fully drained and cooled down from the peaks of mutual dominance and pleasure that Emma had brought him to—in her own unique way, mixing her rapt submission with the masterful display of her skill in the willful way that Scott found so attractive about her—Scott hauled Emma’s sleeping body up to the pillows, the sticky juices that coated her lower body leaving a trail across the mattress and further distorting the undone sheet. No matter. The servants would replace all the sheets—indeed, the whole bed, if he willed it—in the morning.
Scott laid Emma down, taking one last look at her before he returned his sunglasses to the nightstand and put his sleep mask back on. He pulled what he could untangle of the comforter over them and wrapped her in his arms for good measure.
Emma unclenched herself, with a last little afterglow as she relaxed into his embrace, her hips twitching against his in either a final aftershock of her multiple orgasms or an attempt to conjure another erection from him. She quickly settled, though… Scott kissing her ear and wiping the cum from her mouth with his finger, putting it in her mouth so she could suck even that last dewy drop. She did, suckling his finger as she slept, and Scott buried his nose in her hair as he closed his eyes.
“I love you.”
And I love you, Scott. As well as your cock.
“I love your ass,” Scott added with a yawn, recognizing Emma fishing for compliments.
You’d better. You have an entire month to fuck it—and I certainly won’t get tired of sodomy.
“I won’t get tired of you either.”
You already said you love me—my king.
Comments
Shendude
Super hot and then somehow it turns WAFFy at the end?
Nice update.
