X-Men: A Private Eden (Patreon)

A/N: Loosely based on the story told in Uncanny X-Men 151-152. Now told without any damn censoring.

Pain pulled Ororo back to consciousness. Her head swam with a throbbing ache. It hurt to try to order her jumbled thoughts, but she fought through it and forced herself to think. Massachusetts. She’d been driving Kitty to the academy there—Kitty’s parents had pulled her from the Xavier Institute and set her up at… at the school of the X-Men’s hated rival, Emma Frost!

She remembered. She’d waited while Kitty was shown to her room, and as she’d waited for the young mutant to return for their final goodbye, she’d been approached by the White Queen. Ororo recognized now the psi-blast that had obliterated her thoughts; a vastly powerful version of the psychic attacks Jean used while they were training.

She attempted to move and discovered, not to her surprise, that her hands were bound. Her legs as well. Ororo tried to call upon her mutant power and found that she could do nothing. She could not even see—the lights were out and for some reason, the darkness resisted Ororo’s usually cat-like gaze. She was alone, bereft, confused, and helpless.

Then the lights came on. And Ororo saw not her own flesh, but a white body wherever she looked. Plump ivory breasts rising from her chest. A trim stomach, a nearly platinum diamond of shaven pubic hair above otherwise bare mons, then long, sculpted legs flowing down to ten pearlescent toenails. Ororo stared fixedly at this unbelievable spectacle—her own naked body—and yet not her own. And though it was hard to recognize it from behind another woman’s eyes, she could not associate these abundant curves with anyone but Emma Frost!

A rich laugh poured into her ear. “If only I could hear your thoughts, my dear Storm. Sadly, that power is no longer available to me. But I’ll take the loaner of your control over weather.”

Ororo turned her head and gasped. It was her own body she saw, naked, skin the color of fine cocoa spreading over a lissome, athletic body. Her own face regarded her, but the blue eyes she recognized from every mirror she’d ever met now held a cruelty that did not belong to Ororo’s own regal features. It was like she was demonically possessed—and placed outside her body to see how the devil made herself move, speak, even look about with a perversity that her flesh had never been meant for.

“Frost! How dare you! Usurping my power, my very flesh—this is beyond the pale, even for you!”

“The only thing beyond the pale would be to forego this golden opportunity,” Emma said, her educated British accent sounding utterly wrong when emerging from Storm’s plump lips. “I’ve always endeavored to have a perfect body, yet I have to rely on others to pleasure it. Few can give me satisfaction equal to the wonder I allow them to experience. Now, I’m going to take the joy of my own wondrous flesh—you’ll welcome to enjoy yourself, as long as you’re in there…”

Ororo was already naked, her legs tied apart. There was nothing she could do to stop Emma from throwing herself down between her thighs. A second later, Emma’s hot tongue probed into her muff, seeking out her labia, then sucking furiously on its lip.

“Don’t!” Ororo pleaded, frightened by the sudden influx of sensation—Emma’s feelings nothing like what she was used to in her own body. “You must not do this, Frost!”

But the White Queen continued to suckle her pussy as if she were achieving a lifelong ambition.

“I’ve always suspected I had a divine little pussy,” Emma laughed, “and given some of the thoughts I’ve detected shooting around under that white wig, perhaps I should’ve given you the chance to experience it yourself.”

“You’re mad!” Ororo wailed. “Release me!”

“Oh well—you’ll just have to be satisfied with the knowledge that I did come in your face, even if you didn’t get to feel it…”

Rising up Ororo’s bound body, Emma took hold of her luscious breasts and began to suckle them. Ororo’s mind vacillated between pleasure at the feel of Emma’s mouth on her nipples and the fear of pain as Emma’s teeth dug deeper and deeper into them with her growing passion.

“You’re hurting me!” Ororo cried.

“Oh, how I wish I had time to teach you to enjoy such extremes, my pet. But relax. I certainly won’t hurt such a splendid body. At least, not beyond what’ll heal by the time I need it back.” Emma came up on top of Ororo and took her in her arms. She kissed Ororo’s mouth. “I’d advise you don’t try to claw or bite, you beauty—not if you want your body back in pristine condition.”

“I’d rather see myself scarred for life than allow you to make use of my body!”

“And Kitty? Say her dear mentor Ororo told her to lie down on her bed, spread her legs, and let herself be licked?” Emma’s voice hardened. “Even if you tell her the truth, she’ll never look at you the same way again. And you know the little darling has such a crush on you. She may like my Ororo better than yours—after a few orgasms, anyway…”

“You wouldn’t!” She could not believe that all of this was coming from even a villainess like Emma Frost. She wouldn’t have thought this kind of depravity was something anyone was capable, even the White Queen. She was just a woman… rich, beautiful, with no call to be so perverse… not an alien, not a demon, not a robot… not anything but a fellow mutant.

Emma’s eyes blazed as she stroked the flanks of her once-creamy body, enjoying the flush of arousal—she must’ve known how good it felt to be reflected in her palely reddening flesh.

“My dear, not only will I seduce Kitty, I’ll see to it she knows every sensual pleasure she can open herself up to—once she lets go of parochial morality. She has some schoolgirl crush on your Piotr Rasputin now? Imagine what your sweet Sprite will be like when she knows the satisfaction she can get from being made airtight; a black cock in every delicious hole.”

Ororo trembled. “Why are you doing this?” she demanded.

“Why? Whyever not?” Emma asked archly. “The X-Men are our enemies. The great game requires a victor. You are their most powerful piece and so you must be taken off the board first. But we’re not wasteful. Your spectacular beauty is obvious to us—most especially to me, in a way only another woman can appreciate. Perhaps after you’ve sampled some of what the Hellfire Club has to offer, you’ll willingly repeat this experience. I don’t mind being the one tied down…”

As Emma spoked, her hand drifted down to Ororo’s womanhood and began to slither through her white pubic fur.

“You’ve had a lifetime to enjoy being an X-Man. Give me one night to show you the delights waiting for you on the other side…”

Ororo tried to arch her back to push Emma away, but Emma’s freedom of movement easily overruled Ororo’s limited motion. Pushing the other woman down hard, Emma dropped herself between Ororo’s legs.

Suddenly, Ororo felt Emma’s cunt against her own—the wetness and heat of Emma’s pubis along her own sensitive place. Emma began to grind them together, moaning aloud as the decadent pleasure streamed into her; Ororo seeing the wicked feeling making her own body quiver, her own dark flesh goosepimple with sensual enjoyment.

“Oh hell, this feels incredible!” Emma groaned. “Every lover I’ve ever had was truly blessed to be allowed to touch me—and you get to experience it in my body, you lucky girl… the feeling of your delicious sex against mine, our wetness pooling together. I adore the feel of our bodies meeting. Oh yes, it’s heaven, heaven!”

Emma kissed her hard, grinding her pussy relentlessly together with Ororo until the weather witch simply had to speak out.

“Oh, Bright Lady! YES! Harder, Emma! HARDER!” Ororo said in a squeal.

Emma wanted nothing more than to pin Ororo down and rut against her until she was spent—so that was what she did, her own rising lust accompanied by Ororo’s building moans.

“Emma! Oh, Emma! It’s happening! It’s—OHHH!”

Emma let out a loud groan, satisfied right alongside her willing prey, and then sighed as she sank down against her.

“Splendid… truly splendid… you can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that, dear.”

“I want you to stay away from me,” Ororo said, her words icy as the harshest winter. “Don’t you dare to touch me again.”

“Oh, don’t bluster so, my love,” Emma laughed. “That was only your first step into an entire world of pleasure.”

“What on earth can you be speaking of?”

“As soon as I’ve finished with the X-Men, I’ll be right back here. And again the day after that. There will be marvelous enjoyments, whether or not I give you your body back. I’ll make for you our own private Eden.” Emma’s voice grew tender. “You don’t have to thank me, but I know you gloried in that just as I did. I could feel your body doing precisely what it once did when I was truly at my pinnacle. Don’t deny it.” Her voice hardened. “And don’t you dare try anything while you’re in that body. I’ll happily share more delights with you, but if you wish to test me… well, I’ll be just as happy to break you in with pain as with pleasure.”

Ororo could only lay there where Emma left her, her reddened face burning, her eyes welling with tears. She was trapped, in body and in soul. Because a part of her longed for the sensual delights Emma promised. As angry as she was at the violation, she had enjoyed it as much as she’d hated it, if not more so. Emma’s touch, even coming from her own dark-hued body, had thrilled her immensely. She had to marshal her pride to avoid even the thought of giving into Emma… and begging for more of what she’d been lucky enough to sample.