Charlize moaned as her brain was filled with all the sexual fantasises, both innocent and perverted, that filled with the mansion.
“UHHH… oh gawwwwd….”
Her long nails slid up her skirt and down her white lacy panties into her shaven snatch.
“Omigawwwwwd….”
The tiny teen rocked back and forth in Professor X’s chair, vigorously thrusting into her needy cunny.
“UHHHHHH!”
* * *
With a shriek, Steffy Fairy was tossed at the foot of N’Gayr’s throne, where she lay there with her legs splayed and her pigtails covering her face.
“Who is this little creature?” N’Gayr sneered.
“It was the meddling Dr. Strange,” one of the goblins said. “But then suddenly he transformed into this succulent fairy. His powers seem to be gone… or at least harmless. We thought you would want to see her, your mightiness.”
“MMmm, look at me, girl,” N’Gayr said, pushing up Steffy’s face and staring into her big terrified eyes.
Steff bit her lip to avoid screaming when N’Gayr caressed her cheek, and her eyes fell on the massive bulge in his loincloth… which made her moist.
* * *
Charlize Xavier scampered through the hall on her platform heels, trying to avoid picking-up any fantasies from anyone there.
After licking her fingers free of cum and getting her control back, She’d found a big pink lollipop in her jacket pocket and discovered that sucking it helped to calm down her needs. But it also was getting her a lot of stares, this cute little girl vigorously
sucking a lolly as she ran through the school. She needed to find Emma or Jean or Scott or Storm or SOMEONE who could help her!
Distracted by her own thoughts, Charlize smacked into someone who was just leaving the girls’ bathroom. Instantly Charlize’s mind was filled
with this girl’s intense fantasies: of engaging in a torrid 69 with Kitty Pryde, of licking out Jean Gray and then being fucked by Jean in a strap-on. Of sucking Cyclops’ cock and then cuddling with him as he strokes her cunny. Of screaming as Sabretooth
rapes her tight teen ass.
“Whatch where yer goin’!” the girl snarled.
Charlize stared at her. She was short and petite like Charlize was, though dressed kinda punk with black make-up, a pierced nose and lip, a leather jacked and torn jeans, and black hair that swooshed-up rather like….
“Wolverine?” Charlize said.
The girl twitched. It was Wolverine somehow! But a lot of the toughness had been replaced by nervousness, a nervous, frightened girl trying to make everyone thing she was still a badass – like a girl playing dress-up.