Emma Frost was many thing, Cyclops knew, a complex myriad. First and most obviously She was beautiful, a voluptuous blonde perfection of curves. Cyclops had always lusted for Her, like all Her loyal subjects masturbating to holovids of Her on the news or to one of the White Queen’s lavish public concubine fuck-ceremonies. That had been before she had been presented to Emma as a fresh new X-alt, and the telepath had slipped into her thoughts and changed them as was Her right so that Skye Summers would never be capable of finding another woman more beautiful.
~Oh fuck, yes!~ Jean moaned into Cyclops’s mind. Summers could feel the flame-haired telepath in her mind, sampling both the memories of Cyclops’s younger self’s self-love and of her ceremonial presentation to the White Queen. ~Yes, I can feel what She did to your mind. So fucking hot.~
Naked but surrounded by the fiery illusion of a flamebird, Jean Grey’s astral body seemed to be made of even deeper flame as she eagerly sucked and slobbered with unfeigned enthusiasm over one of Cyclops’s huge hooters. In the physical world the slender Cyclops was flat-chested compared to the women of the White Queen’s harem. But here in the realm of thought Emma had amused Herself by shaping Her War Consort’s astral form so that her breasts were of a size more in keeping with the White Queen’s usual desires. Cyclops’s other breast was being tenderly but thoroughly groped by one of Jean’s hands, fingers sinking into the soft titflesh of a mammary bigger than Summers’ own head. Jean’s body writhed against Cyclops, but though seemingly made of flame felt no hotter than a horny woman as her big tits mashed into Cyclops’s side. The Phoenix was full of boundless fertile energy and ceaseless motion as her free hand pushed fingers coated in a mouthwatering mixture of imagined pussy juices into Summers’ mouth.
Neither of the telepaths in the threesome wanted Cyclops speaking with her mouth, even in astral form. Instead they wanted only to savor unspoken the thoughts of the unique mind that drove them wild with desire.
~You were thinking of me, darling!~
Emma’s thoughts were tinged with amusement as She reminded Cyclops of her previous train of thought. Cyclops knew that the White Queen’s amusement was real but so too was Her vanity. And Emma knew, and Cyclops knew that She knew, and so dizzyingly and irrelevantly on.
The White Queen’s tongue was on Cyclops’s clit, licking slow circles over the sensitive pink nub. Her fingers were in Cyclops’s hot wet needy cunt, slowly probing and twisting. Tongue and fingers seemed to be made of diamond crystal like Emma’s whole body. But Her tongue was deliciously soft and warm, and Her fingers only as hard as a normal woman’s as they fucked Summers’ snatch. Emma was slowly and unhurriedly stoking the growing fire in Summers’ cunt.
Unbidden Cyclops’s hips bucked a little, her body automatically seeking deeper penetration by her slutty supreme commander. Despite being an unthought reflex beyond the telepath’s arts, Emma had anticipated and Her fingers had moved to deny Cyclops’s body all but a ghost of the extra stimulation that it desired. Here in the astral realm time moved at the speed of thought. And Emma intended to take Her time with a long slow fuck.
Two of the fingers of Emma’s other hand were buried in Jean’s cunt, pistoning hard and fast into the First Consort’s tight wet fuckhole. Her thumb was pressed hard to Jean’s clit, rubbing roughly over and pressing hard against the pleasure button.
~Mmm, I love it when you think of me, my consort.~
Cyclops could feel Emma shiver with pleasure both in her mind and through the tongue pressed to her clit. Emma had closed her eyes and shivered with the same pleasure the first time she had entered Summers’ well-disciplined mind. Evidently surprised at the pleasure just touching the X-alt’s mind could give her. Cyclops couldn’t help remembering that first time being mind-fucked, the first time touching the White Queen’s perfect body, the first time rendering the ultimate service of bringing Her to orgasm in sapphic service.
The White Queen was many things. Her appetites were voracious, whether for power or concubines. Her lusts were insatiable and her ambition infinite. She made war ceaselessly to satisfy both, growing her Empire and her harem at the same time. She was a telepathic tyrant, who fucked the minds of women as casually as their bodies. But both Emma’s hands were in the pussies of her lovers, Cyclops’s hands in the other women’s hair, Phoenix’s hands attending to Cyclops’s body. With all that Emma’s own royal cunt went unattended.
Emma Frost, the White Queen of the Empire of Marvels, despite what would have been flaws in a lesser woman was a surprisingly unselfish even generous lover.
~Your pleasure gives me pleasure,~ Emma sent into Summers’ mind. No wry amusement or clever sarcasm, this was the simple truth. Lover to lover, mind to mind. When Cyclops had doubts about the dangerous paths for the Empire that Emma took, this was what gave her the strength to help her Queen momentarily sate her lusts and ambition. Her new conquests, whether nations or hot new sluts, would be happier.
~Harder, mistress.~ Jean’s psychic discipline was fraying, pleading thoughts sent to Emma leaking into Cyclops’s mind. ~Please, mistress!~
Jean was a complex puzzle of her own. When the Vizieress and the War Consort made love alone, perhaps the two most powerful women behind the throne taking pleasure in each other’s bodies, Jean would confidently make her desires known but they made love as equals. But most other X-alts and concubines the First Consort chose to take and fuck experienced a very different Jean. Even more than the White Queen herself Jean was a dominatrix, greedy for the sexual pleasure she could find in the utter submission of other women. Some even called her the Black Queen, Emma’s dark mirror, as she often dressed in black thong and corset.
But when the White Queen fucked her Phoenix, Jean wanted to be dominated utterly. She would beg to be fucked hard, to be used like the least slut-of-the-moment, to be bound and spanked and taken from behind. Sometimes, with riding-crop in hand, the White Queen would indulge Jean’s submissive streak. And sometimes not. Such matter were purely at Emma’s own whim for her own pleasure.
~Oh fuck, I’m close.~
Cyclops was surprised when her hands suddenly grabbed Jean and pulled her up so she knelt above the War Consort’s hugely expanded breasts, Cyclop’s big nipples hard against Jean’s thighs. The forceful motion pulled Emma’s fingers from Jean’s cunt with a noisy slurp. Jean had barely a moment to moan in frustration before Cyclop’s hands, still out of her control, had found new places to be. One pulled with painful force at the stiff teat crowning one of Jean’s big boobs, the other slammed two fingers hard and deep into Phoenix’s cunt.
~Let me show you how my Phoenix-bitch wants to be pleasured.~
Emma pushed a diamond-bright finger slick with Jean’s pussy juice into Phoenix’s dark fuckhole, slowly penetrating her anus. Even as she did so Cyclops’s fingers were pulling clean of Jean’s pussy, the cunt muscles trying to hold them in as they squeezed in ragged rhythm. Then Emma suddenly pushed her finger as deep as she could into Jean’s ass, even as Cyclops’s hand thrust three fingers roughly back into the Phoenix’s tight spasming depths. Phoenix came in an explosion of fire that left her lovers untouched except for the echoes of her ongoing orgasm blasted into their minds.
The first of many many orgasms for Cyclops, Phoenix and the White Queen.
The orgy finally ended in a triangular daisy-chain: Summers laying down tonguing Emma’s royal cunt as Her Majesty sat on the War Consort’s face, Emma holding Jean’s flanks as the Vizieress bent double to present her own pussy to the White Queen’s tongue, and Jean with her breasts between her knees as she pushed her face and her tongue between Summers’ open legs.
~Duty calls, your Majesty,~ Jean sent regretfully. Emma had just orgasmed, her pussy leaking her wonderful nectar onto Summers’ tongue. Emma had just begun to drool into the cleft between Jean’s shapely asscheeks, in preparation for more sex.
“Really? How dreary.” Emma sounded unconvinced, but she had spoken rather than used telepathy. The difference was slight in the astral plane but it was a clear sign. “Isn’t your duty to me, Phoenix?”
“Yes, my Queen, but you have charged me with other tasks to bring you pleasure.”
“Someone has to run the empire,” Cyclops joked. It was close to treason to say the truth, that Emma was so busy fucking her harem that most of the day-to-day running of the administration of the Empire fell to Jean. A power-hungry dominatrix, utterly submissive to one woman was the ideal Vizieress.
“Oh, very well. I do have some hot new sluts to look forward to. And not just Princess Fairchild and the delicious morsels from her kingdom.” Emma only amplified the mystery of this delivery as she added, “Some will be arriving even sooner than you and your delivery, Cyclops, though they don’t know it yet.”
“Thank you, your Majesty.”
Cyclops and Phoenix disentangled themselves and rose. They could have returned to the physical realm from any position but somehow it felt more natural standing.
~I have sent you a surprise, darling.~ Cyclops, Emma and Jean were all fading from the astral realm back to the physical as the White Queen sent the thought to her War Consort. ~I know you’ll love it when it’s unwrapped. But maybe not before.~