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entering -Hell's Fire
Salem Center West Chester, Upstate New York Xaviers Institute For Higher Learning
2am Most everyone in the mansion is sound asleep, except for Sam Guthure, whom is laying back in his twin size bed, feeding his long hick dick down the capable throat of multiple-boy as they share a room for the night. Scott Summers is curled up in the arms of his phys-ed teacher, -Wolverine, after a long night of having his teenaged ass royally fucked. And Iceman (bobby Drake) has once again sleep walked down onto the first floor and into the office of professor Charles Xavier, where he is currently on his pajama knees, sucking on the founder's stiff 6-incher.
Outside on the grounds, the X-men's newest associate -Bishop, strolls around anxiously. He isnot used to his surroundings being so quiet, so... tranquil. In his time-zone, there were sounds of war everywhere. People were starving, babies cried, people screamed for attention, or love anytime of day. Here, the silence was deafening.
He strolled out into the grassy area of the grounds, up to where the gazebo purched atop the cliffs looking down onto the town. The skys were clear, not like the murky dense fog Storm always forecast back in his time, to shield them from spying air attracks. He looked up at the stars. A cool breeze blew acoss his body, reminding him that he only wore a thin pair of pajamas. He wasn't used to such down time. His XSL training had always prepared him to be on alert. Here, he found himself to be on edge all the time. He wondered what the other XSL Agent back in his time were doing right now. Probably still fighting for their lives.
"Who's there...?!!" he yelled, spinning around quickly, having heard the snapping of a twig far behind him.
"Is only I, Bishop. -Storm."
"Oh, Ororo. You startled me." said Bishop, relaxing his guard.
"I startled YOU? I find that unbelievale." smiled the african goddess as she slowly apporached, her long satin pink night gown blowing in the winds.
"It happens, -sometimes." said Bishop, watching her closely.
"What are you doing out here, all alone?" she asked, walking past him, and looking out onto the town's lights below.
"Couldn't sleep." he said, leaning against one of the wooden poles in the gazebo.
"Couldn't sleep, or wouldn't sleep?" asked Ororo, glancing over at him. Bishop smiled.
"What about YOU, goddess? Why are you still up?
"Me? I tend to enjoy the night air." said Storm, gazing out into the sky. "I like the tranquality of night. The stillness of nature." A soft wind blew the goddess's long white hair around her dark brown shoulders, magestically. Bishop wondered if it was nature's doing, or Storm's. Either way, she still looked beautiful in the moment. "I suppose in YOUR time, moments like this don't exist?" she asked suddenly.
"Rarely." answered the time traveler.
"That's sad." said the wind-rider. She turned in his direction. "That is an amazing story you told us back in the mansion, about your time-zone, -where mutants are at war with mankind. So I suppose our battle here, with trying to make them not fear us, didn't work."
"Not necessarily. It MAY have worked, had it NOT been sabortaged by an assassination of a political official. That's when everything went downhill."
"Who was this political official? Who assassinated him?" asked Ororo. Bishop's white eyes narrowed, but no words came forth. Storm approached closer, resting her danty hand apon his broad shoulder. "How are we to trust you, if you don't trust us?"
Bishop turned to look at her. Their eyes met, and a connection was made. A force, like magnetizm, drew them yet closer. Their faces came together. Their lips locked. Years of frustration bubbled out in Bishop's smoldering kiss. Hands intertwined. A strong embrace imprisioned Ororo's body against Bishop's hard form. She quickly lost herself in his masculine prowless. She hadn't felt such electricity, such overwelming attraction for another man, since that hot summer in africa, were she first met a young african prince whom someday would be king of a nation, named -T'Challa, The Black Panther.
"Bish...Bishop..." panted Ororo, through kisses. Slowly regaining her senses. "...what are... what are we doing...?" Bishop pressed the bulging crotch of his pelvis against her, grinding himself into her -hard. Ororo felt the bulge of him, rubbing against her inner thigh, and felt an instant heat build within herself. Bishop's hands were all over her body, touching, feeling, squeezing, grabbing, molding. His tongue swarmed into her mouth, like a wet tornadeo, cutting off her oxygen supply. Overwelmed by his intense passions, Storm broke free from his kiss, and managed to turn her back on him, attempting to gather her thoughts. Bishop grabbed her from behind. His large rough hands took hold of her soft breasts, as he pressed his now raging hardon into her plush buttocks. He latched his wet lips onto the side of her neck, and began sucking as if possessed by Dracula. Ororo felt her night gown begin to rise. She felt helpless to stop it.
She felt his bottom half exposed to the elements of the night. She reached back behind her, and felt for the large member pressing against her buttock. She slipped into the crotch of his pajama bottom, freeing his trapped erection. She massaged the leaky monster as he continued to nibble at her neck and shoulders. His busy hands were like octopus tenticals, clutching her breasts, her thighs, her flat stomach, her mound. His fingers entered her moistened slit, causing her to shudder from within. She gasped, then clutched her knees together in an attempt to trap his hand in place. She backed her round ass -black and succulent- up against him. The head of his massive penis touched the lips of her cunt. She moaned outwardly as Bishop pushed his hips forward, the head of his shaft pearcing her, opening her wide. Her pupils turned over white, as the rest of his dick sank into her slowly. She bit her lower lip, trying to keep herself from crying out aloud.
Bishop too stiffled the need to moan, as his erection steadily sank into a younger version of the woman her had long admired in his time-line. He bit his lower lip, trying to remain in control of his lustful emotions when he felt the silky wetness that was her womb, contract around his deeply embedded member. The skies above them darkened. Clouds formed out of nowhere, stealing away the shine of the stars above. A brisk wind picked up. A chill appeared. Thunder began to roar, and a stray lightening bolt streaked across the sky.
The wind began to pick up, briskly. Bishop tightened his grip around Ororo's waist. She began to groan as he sawed himself in and out of her, his powerful hips gently grinding into her plump backside. The winds blew harder, lifting the intangled couple. Bishop felt the souls of his feet leave the security of the wooded gazebo. Slowly they began to rise up higher into the air. The skies lit up with a sudden roar of thunder and lightening, eluminating the two figures that floated, locked together, high above the grounds of Xavier's mansion.
Bishop's strokes never ceased. He pounded harder and harder into Storm as she quietly spread her legs wider, arching her back to give the plunging muscle invading her insides deeper access. From the darkened clouds that hid the moon and stars from immediate view, rain began to pour, drenching all unfortuniate enough to be caught outside at this ungodly hour.
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Inside the mansion, Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler) was awakened out of a sound sleep by the rain and ruckus outside. Afraid of the closing storm, Nightcrawler BAMF's from the comfort of his warm bed, into the nearby room of two of his team-mates, -Colossus, and Gambit.
"PEW! Damn Nitey', you gotta do sumpthin bout dat Stink!" complained Gambit, ducking under the covers after smelling the fire and brimstone that emits everytime Kurt teleports.
"Sheesh, I'm working on it!" replied the german boy. "Did you hear that storm brewing outside?" he asked, trying not to sound too frightened. "It sounds like a war out there!"
"Probably Storm git'n sum." answered Gamit, pulling his head from under the sheets. "We tend to have flash thunderstorms whenever she gitz ANY." joked the teen. "Last year, she nearly flood the guest house when she bought herself a new dildo."
"Really?" asked Nightcrawler, gullablly.
"Da, Remy is just pulling your leg." said Colossus, resting with his hands behind his head.
"Oh. So, what're you guys up to then?" asked nightcrawler, not wanting to return back to his room alone.
"Wuz it look like fuzzy?" asked Gamit. "We were sleepin til you came 'portin in here with yur smelly hide." Nightcrawler's eyes narrowed in the dim light, his yellow slits glowing in the dark like bulbs.
"Well excuuuuuse the hell out of me!" he said, immaturely. Gambit merely rolled his eyes, turned over on his side, and went back to sleep.
"Is Kurt afraid of the storm?" asked Colossus, sympathically in his thick russian accent.
Nightcrawler looked down at the floor, embarrassed. "Ja." he answered in one word.
"Well, you could stay in here, and sleep with me. I have plenty of room." offered the big russian, scooting over to make room for the smaller boy. Gamit's head peeked up from under his covers, curiously. He knew the big innocent looking ruskie was up to something.
Nightcrawler gleefully scampered over to the older teen's bed. He stop cold in his tracks when Colossus flipped back the covers, showing the monster erection laying ominously on his stomach.
"Is there a problem?" asked the russian.
"No. No problem at all." answered Nightcrawler, removing his robe and crawling into bed beside him.
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Meanwhile, the rains poured down on Manchester NY like a typhoon. Forecasters would later call it the storm of the century. Bishop held onto storm about her shoulders. It took all the strength he had to keep in the saddle while the 100mph plus winds around them blew in every direction. He held on tight, even as his hips continued to drive his massive tool into her. Storm could feel his manhood, slamming, ramming into her with all the force of a freight train. The cold air nipped at his nipples, causing them to harden like tiny pebbles. The rain clung to every inch of their now nude bodies. She could feel his muscular arms craddling her, his strong hands pulling at her soft flesh as his ample dick punished her hot box. She spread her legs wider, his dick rammed through her like a torpedo. She could feel her 3rd and most intense orgasm approach. Ororo held onto Bishop's arms as they snaked back down around her mid-section, wrapping her up in his masculinity. Her body began to tremble. She opened her mouth to scream, rain water gushed in, heigthening her senses and causing her pussy to clamp down on his erection.
Bishop felt Storm's passion pit contract around his stiff memeber. He plunged into her afew more times, before ramming himself in ball deep. He held his raging erection within her for the longest of seconds before his cock suddenly started firing round after thick round of potent mutant born cum deep into her open snatch. Storm could feel the machine gun blasts of semen filling her twitching cunt. Slowly they began to descend back to the ground, the winds calming and the rain-clouds dispersing with Storms orgasm. Within minutes, they were laying in the wet grass of the estate, kissing like teenagers as they rolled around in the mud.
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Nightcrawler was vaguely aware that the storm outside had passed. Gambit stood above him, roughly shoving his cock in and out of the boy's mouth, fucking his throat with long deep thrusts while his room-mate held the younger teen's ass over his erection, burying himself up to the base of his dick into Kurt's hot german buttocks. The teen boy was in his glory, servicing two of the handsomest, sexiest men in the mansion. He had envied Roberto Decosta -aka- Sunspot for so long, as the brazilian playboy had long been the meat sandwiched between these two scumptous pieces of bread. With Roberto's kidnapping, the door was now open for others to sample the two hunks ample dicks.
Nightcrawler had been a trapise artisit is his youth in germany, therefore he was able to contort his body in nearly any position possible. Colossus lay beneath the bouncing boy, eagerly shoving his hips upward as he sank his ridgit tool deep into the boy's depths again and again. He loved looking down and seeing his thick red cock disappear up the boy's blue furred ass. The silky soft fur caressed Petey's bloated dick like nothing else had before. He was afraid he was going to lose his load before he was ready. Meanwhile, Remy Lebue was busy ramming his dick into Kurt's mouth, careful not to jam his long thin cock into the boy's fangs. Kurt tried desparately to keep his pointy teeth covered with his lips as they labered over the slick flesh. He had just learned the art of cocksucking, and was eager to get all the experience he could get. His own little blue cock bounced up and down over his blue balls, leaking a steady flow of pre-cum from the foreskinned head.
"UHH!!" groaned Colossus, feeling his dick twitch in the hot rectum plunging down his thick shaft.
"Gettin close, big guy?" asked Remy, trying to time his pumps with his room-mate's.
"Da!" said the russian, gritting his teeth as he tried futilely to hold back. Sensing Petey's pending climax, Nightcrawler bounced up and down on the big pole pistoning in and out of his tightening hole. It was painful, but he was determined to get the big man off. Colossus grabbed him hard about the waist, and began pounding his hips upward, driving his massive tool into the boy's roost. Nightcrawler groaned aloud around the plentiful mouthful of cajin cock. Remy started ramming the boy's throat at the same pace Colossus was ramming his ass. Nightcrawler felt as if he were being ripped apart at both ends. He wondered how Roberto could ever master such punishment. He was just about to BAMF away and call it quits, when he felt Colossus's cock pulse inside him, then start hosing his sore insides with thick, rich, creamy russian cum.
"AAAARRRRRRRHHHHHHH!!" bellowed the big guy, his head thrashing from side to side as his essence emptied into the german boy. Nightcrawler felt the hot spurts feeling his tiny rectum. Just then, he felt Gambit's cock suddenly begin to fire round after round of hot goo into his mouth. The splash of cajin cum was hot and spicy, it burned his throat as it slowly made its way down into his stomach.
Remy pulled his dick free, then stumbled back to his side of the room, and fell face down onto his mattress. Within afew minutes he was snoring as usual. Nightcrawler had settled into bed beside Colossus. The ruskie's cock was still lodged up his tight backside. Colossus loved to sleep with his dick up some young punk's ass, with Roberto gone, Nightcrawler would be a nice substitute. The two boys settled in spoon position, with Colossus wrapping his arm around Nightcrawler comfortablly. He would fuck the sleeping boy once more in the morning when they would awake with Colossus's dick still inside him. _______________________________________________________________________________ _
The HellFire Club The giant oak bed heathed at the urgency of the couple performing in it. Shabastian Shaw -aka- the Black King, lay on his back, a look of ecstacy spread across his hairy face as he looked up into the eyes of The White Queen. They had been lovers, as well as founders and leaders of the New York based chapter of the HellFire Club for many years. And though they have had many nights of unbridal sexual encounters, never could Shaw recall his Queen ever before being in quite a frenzed state as she was tonight.
She was atop him, stradling his thick treetrunk like legs as she bounce apon his thick average sized penis. Her yellow blonde hair lay in a stringy mess all bout her brow. Her ample breasts bounced about, the large nipples stood like soilders, biding for attention. Shaw couldn't help but reach up and play with them. Long as breast man, he was all too happy to pull, twist, pinch, and suck them into his mouth. He watched his dick punch up into the Queen's blonde fur vagina, the red ring of her cunt clinging to his thick shaft as she tightened her thighs against the sides of his hips. He loved her soft flesh as she moved against his hairy body. She was not her usual self. She was more animalistic, like a woman possessed. He couldn't resist the urge to roll her over and give her every inch of the dick she had been begging for.
"Do it!" he grit between clinched teeth, reading his mind. He looked up at her, and smiled mischiveously.
"You sure? Do you know what you're asking for?" She tightened her vagina around his shaft in answer.
Shabastian Shaw wrapped his arms about her waist, the rolled the Queen over onto her back. She quickly spread her legs, bringing them up about her King's ribs as he began to lay into her, slowly building up speed.
"Fuck me, you animal. Be brutal with me, like you do with you poor sex slaves." said the Queen, bringing music to Shaw's ears. Long had he wanted to plummet the Queen's cunt like a slave whore, but the high ranking woman would never allow him to degrade and control her in such a manner before. Whenever he tried in the past, she would simply gain control of his mind, so he learned to pace himself while with her. His sex slave caught the brunt of his smoldering desire to dominate and control. Now... now he had her right where he wanted her. Shaw began to pick up the pace, pulling his fat cock from her moist cunt until just the head remained, before ramming himself back in at full length.
"Yes! Yes! Take it! Fuck me!" yelled the Queen, her cunt receptive to his thrusts. Spurred, Shaw began to fuck harder, drilling his thick piece into his companion over and over again. The White Queen grimace at the power and force of his thrust, but remained constant in her desire to feel him let loose. He fucked her harder and harder, driving himself into her with all the power his could muster. She took his thrust with much of the same punishment his enemies does in battle with his fists. The White Queen grunted and groaned in agony as Shabastian Shaw fucked her with all the insane passion his body could generate. She thought her poor cunt would cave in, or worse, rip open from the heavy fucking. She definely wasnot used to being manhandled in such a way.
Shabastian was in his glory. He was plummeling the cunt he most desired, treating his Queen like a common whore. He couldn't have asked for a better senerio. Her red cunt was hot and juicy, he fucked her soft milky white body, causing her titties to bounce back and forth in a blur as he riped away inside her.
"URRRHH! URRRRHH! URRRHH!" she grunted with each plunge, her vaginal walls sucking tightly to his deep root. Shaw couldn't hold back any longer, and began to brutally ram her with all his might. The bed creeked under his efforts, threatening to collapes under the strain. With a battle cry to rival the dinosours, he blasted her clinging cunt with a deluge of molten cum that flooded her high ranking pussy to overflow. Shaw let loose an entire days worth of superhuman sperm up into the cavern of his Queen. She eagerly accepted the offer, feeling his drench her sore insides. With a thump, Shaw rolled off of her onto his back. The Queen immediately got up from the wet soaked sheets. He watched her through slit eyes as she made her way across the floor.
"So, what are we going to do about our new guest?" he asked, his dick deflating back into its foreskin.
"What do you suggest?" asked the Queen, as she poured herself another glass of wine at the bar.
"I don't trust him. I think he is a danger in our ranks."
"Oh? What makes you say that?" asked the queen, turning back towards him. He could help but gaze at her nudity. His dick began to harden again.
"You saw what he did to poor Tessa. And Xavier's student... the poor boy is a slave to him now. Do you see the way MountJoy makes his do his biding?"
"He seems to like it. He has not yet complained."
"Still, it seems, unsettling."
"I think you worry too much Shabastian. MountJoy would be an assest to the Club. He was a member in his own timeline, just think of what we can learn from him of our future. We can use what information he has to crush our opposition beneath our feet."
"Don't tell me you trust him." said Shaw, from his bed.
"I do. More than some already seated at the round table."
"More than me?" asked Shaw, catching the hint. The White Queen smiled. "How could you trust him more than me, after all we've been through together?" asked Shaw, slamming his fist into the mattress. The White Queen seemed unaffected.
"Simple,-" said the Queen, her voice changing, sounding deeper with each word. Shaw felt his blood run cold. "-I don't trust anyone..." continued the Queen, her face changing to that of a man. "...but myself." said MountJoy, standing before Shaw -nude, holding a wine glass.
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