Storm lay sound asleep in her bed, she didn’t stir when her door opened. She didn’t do anything when the medallion was placed around her neck and the mask around her face. Slowly the new thoughts and memories flooded into her mind. A feint moan left her mouth and then her back arched.
“My love, My Queen…” Storm murmmered in her sleep, “Oh Emma!”
Emma leaned over and gave her White King a kiss on the lips. While Emma yurned for the touch and love of her Goddess, Jean the Black Queen, she knew that she needed a consort for her own court. Only tradition dictated that a Queen should have a King. No one ever said the White King had to be a man. Somewhere in the back of her head, memories of her and men, Scott Summers in particular surfaced, and she felt ill because of them.
*
Logan lay in bed. He wasn’t really shitfaced, he just didn’t have the patience to deal with anyone right now. The Professor and Jean had known about his act. If Kitty suspected, she never let on.
“Logan, I need your touch,” he heard Hope say.
With a half turn he saw the Red Haired woman stumble towards his bed. She landed right on top of him in his bed. She reached under his shirt. Logan couldn’t help but feel that he was missing something.
“Logan,” the woman said, “I think something’s wrong…”
Logan instantly readied himself for vomit, but instead he saw the woman change to a girl… It was Jean.
“Logan,” she said with a lustful darkness, “Did you think that you could forget me that easily?”
“Oh god!”
“Relax dad,” Laura said as she moved to his bedside.
“You have a lot to do still,” Celeste said stepping out.
“You are needed,” Phoebe smiled.
Logan looked around, everyone but Phoebe was clad in a black leather and rubber outfit. Phoebe was clad in a green rubber catsuit like Hope’s old number. Jean reared herself up and showed off her corset clad bosom. Laura handed her a metal circle. Jean placed it around Logan’s head.
“Logan,” Jean snickered, “I know you have been throw a lot, but I am back. This body is younger than I was, but I still love you. That is why I have chosen you to be my king.”
“King?” Logan gasped.
“Yes,” She kissed him, “You will be my Black King, and we shall rule the Hellfire courts.”
“Don’t bother fighting it dad,” Laura leaned in, “You know how much of a little hellion I was…”
“And now she is my loyal slave and Black Knight,” Jean held out her hand.
Laura kissed the gloved hand. Logan was stunned by the look of absolute love and submission in his clone’s eyes towards the teenaged Black Queen. As much as he tried to fight it, his mind was flooded with a desire to serve and love Jean as the Black Queen.
“He is nice and hard for you my Queen,” Celeste smiled.
*
“Jubilation!” Charles Xavier said.
“You know,” Jubilee said as she curled up on Charles’ lap, “Jean once told me that all girls are a little bit pyshic… We all know when people are looking at us not like people but like sex toys.”
Charles stammered.
“As much as you try to hide it,” Jubilee continued, “I know you have been staring at me like that for a long time now. And to be honest I have given you that same look too.”
Charles was in shock. The images of her as a young teenager rushed back to his head, but they were mixed and blurred by other images, images of her in lusty poses and in provocative outfits. She started to kiss his neck and up his jawline.
“What do you say? Let’s loose our pants,” Jubilee planted a kiss on Charles lips, “shall we?”
Charles returned the kiss and Jubilee placed a metal crown on his head…