Chapter 9 part 2

"Not only that, but you nearly let that great cat nearly have you before I could… have you." Storm's voice grew sharply forbidding, even while her touch became more intimately familiar as the exploring fingertips brushed lightly lower, teasing the short golden fringe that wafted in the gentle current of the bathing pool's heated water. "When I saw it about to tear into you, do you know what I was thinking?"

"That's so subtly cruel, Storm." Emma's voice was too soft and breathless for her own liking.

Storm had released the nipple she'd been tormenting but the sharp throbbing ache lingered as the weather witch gently rubbed at it's yet unharmed rosy twin, bringing it to stiff prominence before slowly pinching until Emma's inhaled breath sounded like a sob. The blonde telepath tried to distract herself from the erotic punishment with words. "You know with the inhibitor collar on, I can't read your thoughts."

"You are only one word away from your powers Emma. If you really want any of this to stop, you only have to say it." Storm's mouth moved just below her captive's ear, her breath teasing the sensitive spot as she spoke. Her lower hand slid the slender length of her fingers between the pouting lips of Emma's sex,

"Stop…" Emma's voice quivered on the word as dark tapered fingertips dared to explore the silky texture of her most private flesh. Even with the wash of the warm bath water that ought to have concealed the natural moistness of arousal, her body gave away it's secret to weather witch's delving touch.

"That's not the word." Storm voice was a harsh and low as she pressed into Emma's tightness, invading her slowly first with one finger, stroking with the tip to find that special spot. A sudden squirm and wordless cry from the blonde telepath heralded sweet success.

Between the joined sensations of pain and pleasure, Emma felt a sob well in her throat from building intensity of feeling that was flowing through her. She bit her lip and tried to latch onto something, anything to distract her from the impulse to buck and grind against Storm's hand while the white maned vixen teased her flesh with delicate sadism.

"What were you thinking?" Emma asked, trying to ignore the broken breathlessness of her own words, "When you saw the sabertooth?"

"I was thinking how much better it would be to pit myself against the beast without my powers, to fight it and best it in the most primal and raw way of physical combat. My blood burned in me to simply throw myself at it and prove how I was the strongest predator." Storm's voice was a low growl as she spoke, her words almost obscured as she rubbed the edges of her teeth against the clean line of Emma's smooth, unblemished shoulder and the beating pulse point at her throat.

"Why didn't you?" Emma's voice was ragged she futilely tried to squirm away from the touches that were now nearly too awful and sweet to bear. She was going to be screaming soon, she knew it with an almost despairing certainty. Storm was going to make her scream, make her beg, strip her of the last vestiges of pride and worst of all, try to make her give the one thing she did not dare give to any X-man, much less this X-man.

"Because it was just a construct. It wasn't real. The only things here in this pretty set of gift wrapped illusions that are real, Emma, are you and I." Storm took a moment to kiss the side of Emma's throat softly as she gave her explanation. "So I will show you which of the two of us is the strongest predator. If I cannot have your life, Emma Frost, I will have your complete and utter submission." Storm's caressing mouth found just the spot she wanted. Strong white teeth bit into Emma as the hand between her thighs began to work her with forceful earnest.

"No… Please no…" Emma finally pleaded as she thrashed in the other's merciless grip, the shining paleness of her flesh writhing against the creamy coffee darkness of her past adversary and one time victim. With each sobbing entreaty, Storm only bit harder, until she tasted the copper tang of Emma's blood just below the bruising, yet unbroken skin. Then with a wordless cry of her own, Storm thrust the shuddering blonde hard against the wall of the bathing pool. Emma's hands grasped the edge as if for dear life and a sharp, high wail keened from her throat as Storm's fingers took her with a ruthless, building violence that was both frightening and darkly glorious.

"Yes. Because if it pleases me," Storm's words were a growling beat that was delivered with a devil's shining smile, catching at the edge of Emma's consciousness, "I will devastate you utterly, with the rough, sudden, and undeniable force of a hurricane."

Emma wept now, as the sensation of the being so utterly taken by the other woman stole away her ability to comprehend anything but the feelings of aching pain which fed into fierce pleasure rising hard and relentlessly through her shaking, helpless flesh. She heard, but could no longer answer, could no longer give her focus to anything but roar of her blood and as the building pressures in her mind, body and soul peaked…

She came screaming, the name of a white maned goddess on her lips as once more all was lost in the sound of thunder and the rush of wind which tore away the sobbing moans of rapture and sweet despair riven from her labored breaths. The air was sharp with the tang of ozone and for a moment, Emma was sure she was dying, and yet she never felt more alive… and then darkness washed over her as she collapsed, limp and senseless into Storm's waiting arms.

"Enjoy your stolen moment of mercy." Ororo murmured softly into the disheveled dampness of Emma's hair, her whitely gleaming locks falling forward to mix with the pale gold. "Because soon, I will truly claim you. Slowly, surely and so thoroughly you will never be able to deny that all that you are is mine."

to be continued