Author's Notes: Set before the series, prequel to Volume 13
Cables' Word of Wisdom:Mystique does nothing in the series
Crack's Word of Wisdom:I hate Xavier.
Xavier and Mystique lay naked in their bed, Raven straddling Charles' waist. Her smooth blue skin was perfect, her red hair dangled down in front of him and her yellow eyes pierced into him. Her hips were swaying into his with a precise rhythm. "Oh Charles..." she was moaning as she rode him back and forth. The bed shook beneath them.
"It must be fun being a telepath," she whispered, "You get to see everyone's darkest fantasy's." Charles smirked slightly. "I didn't need to be a telepath to see yours," he replied. She smiled naughtily. The dirty blue-skinned woman kept screwing him as she spoke. "Being a shape shifter's quite fun too though," she continued, pleased when her hips finally evoked a groan from him. "I get to be everyone's darkest fantasy."
Charles raised an eyebrow and said nothing. Her grinding into him came to a stop and she stroked his chest. "I can be yours Charles..." she whispered. "I doubt it," he muttered. "Erik told me you had a wife before all of this," she smirked and her body started to change. The blue skin transformed into the image of Moira MacTaggert. Charles said nothing.
Mystique kept stroking him and her hands started to travel a little further down his body. "This form not get your motor running anymore. "What about your dirty little redhead then," she smiled devilishly as Moira MacTaggert turned into Jean Grey. "You go to see her in the asylum every week..." Raven purred. "I'm helping her learn to control her powers so she can return to the normal world," Xavier protested but he was visibly tenser in her grasp now. Her hands curled around the shaft of his penis and smiled at how hard it was.
"Are you sure that's the only reason?" she grinned, lightly rubbing his penis with her slender fingers. Jean Grey's cheeky smirk filled Xavier's vision. "I'm sure," he grunted. "Fair enough," Mystique laughed returning to her normal blue form, a little relieved.
Raven slid down his chest and her red lips became level with his hard penis. Then she shifted again. "How about your new student?" she asked as she became Emma Frost. "You're quite fond of the little blonde aren't you..." she whispered and her tongue breezed across the head of his dick. He groaned out. "We have a winner!" Mystique declared triumphantly.
She stood up and bent herself over the end of the bed. Charles sighed and stood up. He walked around to behind her and gripped her hips. "Charles," she murmured, "Do me a favour and fuck me real hard. I want to hear Emma Frost scream..." There was a bitterness to her voice as she spat out the name of Charles' student.
Charles didn't respond verbally but rammed his hips into her rear. Mystique cried out as he pounded into her relentlessly. Mystique hadn't known what she was getting herself into and in moments she was wailing out desperately. Xavier hoped no-one could hear them, or they would mistake the moans for Emma's. He hadn't been sure this game was a good idea at all.
That said, there was a reason that he was playing the game. He was slamming his penis into Mystique's tight ass because, despite all appearances to the contrary, he really enjoyed these little games of hers. He had to pretend he didn't though, for her sake. He slammed into her ass and she buckled beneath him, tumbling forwards into a heap on the bed.
She reverted to her blue form and got up on all fours and pointed her butt up in the air. "Spank me professor," the mutant cooed mockingly. Xavier smiled and did as instructed. It was all for her sake that this was just a game, because he couldn't let her know that she was right. He couldn't let her know that his wife, the teenaged redhead girl in the asylum, and the prissy blonde student of his, were his darkest fantasies. And she was just a means to an end.