The X-mansion shook and quaked as the three power goddesses fought in Kitty Pride's room, Emma smirking a knowing smile as Xavier offered a glass of champagne, which she took with elegant grace. "You may go Charley, I'll call you for dinner later." Nodding
and turning a corner the former professer stepped out of the living room as the White Empress pressed Scott to her bust lovingly.
"Seems the girls are having quarrels over Logan, care to take bets on who's going to win him sweety?" Cyclops sat on Emma's lap with a sling over his arm, looking up at the ceiling as one heavy thud caused some plaster dust to fall. "Uhm... Kitty?"
"Oooh ah don't know about that, Hurricane can get pretty persuasive when she's in the mood." Cooed Rogue as she sipped from her own champagne glass. "Maybe Jubilee? That little spitfire's become a serious sex inferno after she rode Blob like the carnival
pony." Laughed Psylocke, the muscular amazon woman brushing a long strand of silky black hair out of her eyes.
"Hey the fighting stopped."
Indeed the tremors stopped pounding the mansion, the lights and chandelier stopped flickering as everything became calm again. "something tells me we're just seeing the eye of the storm." Smirked Emma as the rest of the X-Amazons tittered in laughter, Scott
shrinking back as he only wondered what that meant.
***
Her chest heaving as she panted from the exhaustive fight, Hurricane stood victorious as Jubilee and Shadowlioness moaned on the floor, their heads spinning after Ororoe zapped the entire room, little scorch marks on the walls from the lightning bolts she
fired off.
"And so I am victorious and a valuable lesson has been learned today... Bitch don't play me!"
Turning to the far corner of the room where Wolverine huddled in a fetal position, the only sounds in the room were the jingling of Ororoe's jewelry and the rattling of Logan's teeth. "Logan? Your ever loving and capricious goddess of weather has an itch
that requires you to scratch, and you WILL scratch it!"
"Do I have to? Can't I just offer a foot rub? Maybe one of my cigars?" Worried Logan as he was picked up like a pet cat and pressed against her chocolate skinned bust. "First off Logan I am HURRICANE! Secondly I already have your cigars, and thirdly when
your goddess wants attention you answer to my beck and call." Narrowing her glowing eyes her hair swirled liek a tempest as the room filled with snow.
"Now... Lets head back to my bedroom for some tender love and care shall we?"
Stepping out of the room Ororoe lifted Wolverine over her shoulder like a toddler just as Logan grabbed the door frame in a futile attempt to resist, the chunk of wood breaking off with little effort as he used to to hit her in the back. His actions making
the weather goddess giggle in amusement as the wood splintered and breoke over her steel hard back muscles.