Logan hurried into the X-mansion, too distracted to notice how the front had changed, especially the sign: "Quentin Quire's School for Gifted Sluts."

He sniffed the air. Things smelled differently. Very strange. Strong sense of sex. What was going on?

"Logan! Thanks for responding! It's a big emergency!"

"Angel?" He stared in shock at the figure that staggered out: a tall beautiful naked woman with long golden blonde hair and a pair of huge wings.

The woman squeezed her tits and licked her lips. "I need you to fuck me! Fuck meeeee!"

* * *

Jubilee sniffed the air and grinned, her vampire fangs extending.

Logan. He deserved to be her slave, slave to Jubilee the Vampire Queen. An image appeared in her mind of a crouched Wolverine, growling like a wolf, his only clothes the spiked collar attached to a leash held by her. Her pet. Her fucktoy.

"Yesssss."

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