The Gift

X-men Fan Fiction

By Mooncatx

The Bliss Crimson

CHAPTER ELEVEN

For a moment, it had felt like she had regained a semblance of control. The X-men team leader's probing questions of trust had seemed like familiar ground, revealing that Storm's innate nobility would not allow her to take things farther without first offering a wide-open doorway to escape, though it would have cost Emma dear in dignity to have taken that exit. But instead of choosing the saner, if demeaning path to safety, she had closed the door with herself still inside the cage of the weather witch's mercurial passions, and that so fleeting moment was gone. Now, the fierceness of each kiss proclaimed Storm's pure, unadulterated dominance… and unmistakable carnal desire. The dominance Emma fought against with near desperation, there was that in her nature which could not simply yield. Yet even while she fought, Emma felt every last cell of her body respond to the intensely feral sexual desire with a terrifying and bewildering ache of answering need.

She was too much of an alpha female herself to simply give submission. In the past she'd pretended to submit to others, to win alliance and support within the Hellfire Club before she gained the Lord Cardinal rank of White Queen. However, those times she'd also had full use of her formidable mental powers and had used them shamelessly to let her would be masters believe they had from her what she never truly gave. Once she had become the White Queen, it was she who had held the whip, both figuratively and literally.

Shaw had been the one person she had ever considered worthy to try and master her, the one she would have not have used her telepathy on… And he had been the one person who'd never tried to dominate her sexually. He'd wanted… other things from her. And she could never quite decide if she loved or hated him for that… or perhaps a bit of both. So, somehow in her many and varied adventures in the Hellfire Club, Emma had managed to give nothing more than the illusion of submission to any man or woman. It was an illusion that she quickly stripped from them once she had what she wanted.

Only now, with the inhibitor collar tight on her throat, there was no illusion or glamour Emma could telepathically conjure to falsely satisfy the frightening intensity of Storm's domination. Even if she'd had full access to her telepathy, Emma had a sinking feeling it would not have worked against as strong a will and disciplined a mind as the weather witch possessed. Once more she tasted the fear that what she would not, could not give willingly might be taken from her. And heavens help her, the prospect no matter how she might resist it, heated her blood as nothing else had ever done. Storm's passions were like the forces of nature that were hers to command, raw elemental power that could be merciless in both its devastation and beauty.

While seductively savage kisses drank in Emma's mixed cries of pleasure and pain, Ororo played her helplessly bound body with a virtuoso's skilled mix of caresses and cruelty. Storm had either a far more sophisticated sexual history than the telepath could have imagined, or the weather witch's primal instincts made her a shockingly formidable natural dominant. Either answer was equally alarming, as Emma found herself arching helplessly against the sleek strength of dusky female flesh. Her body flushed with the warm burn of humiliation as she realized how easily the X-men team leader brought out such obvious and undeniably ardent responses from her. Liquid heat gathered low and deep inside as the shame somehow added an even keener edge to every erotic sensation.

Still, the hard fought for pride and drive of her own ambition that had carried her through the darkest of times and places until she attained her place as a Lord Cardinal in the Hellfire Club warred even with her own incandescently flaring desires. Even if Storm's ruthless caresses made her squirm and pant like a prize bitch brought to heat and ripe for rutting, she needed to somehow resist and regain the upperhand. She was after all the White Queen, and no longer the near virginal innocent that had first crossed the Hellfire Club's threshold.

Emma had entered the world's most notorious private club of the powerful and privileged with no more than a school girl's experience of untrained groping and unsophisticated make out sessions, and left with the knowledge that would shame the most experienced courtesan. Tessa had seen to that. As Shaw's protégé, Emma was expected to be sophisticated, and well versed in even the most dark aspects of sexual decadence. Shaw had set Tessa the task of seeing to his budding White Queen's… education. And Tessa, as in all things, had seen to her task with a flawless attention to detail that…

A low, moaning cry escaped from the now shaking telepath as Storm mouth wandered lower, mingling kisses with cruelly playful bites. Emma had been pushed onto her back, and her bound wrists pressed between her and the soft give of the bedding uncomfortably until the material shifted with an alien adaptability that supported the shackled woman in a way that made her resting on her back easier, but restricted her arms even more. It was something that would have caught the White Queen's own predatorily prurient interest at a less distracting time, but now she did not have thought to spare for it other than the realization that she was even more entrapped, and that Storm was taking full advantage of her increased helplessness.

Trying to control her harshly ragged breath, Emma struggled to bring her thighs together in a futile effort to delay what she was not sure she really wanted to prevent. Storm's mouth was hot and moist on the telepath's tender breasts, her teeth catching and marking the fair flesh. Each sharp kiss sending threads of fire to the helpless telepath's trembling loins. When the weather witch fastened onto the aching stiffness of the tightly budded tips Emma couldn't help but whimper and thrash as she felt the strong suck on their sensitive peaks. The following wicked flick of tongue and nuzzling nibbles alternated with cruel and delightful nips that threatened to drive her to madness…

With dark and graceful force, Storm's strong, hands easily overcame the telepath's attempt at resistance with a slow, relentless press that opened the fair, satin skinned thighs and spread them wide apart. Pulling away from the now deeply flushed redness of Emma's full breasts, Ororo studied the wanton display of the blonde woman's sweetly exposed sex. It was an exquisitely beautiful sight. Fair skin flushed rich shades of pink and red, the soft puffy outer lips of Emma's vulnerable, private flesh were sweetly pouty beneath the trimmed fringe of golden fuzz that looked pleasantly wiry. The telepath's sexual excitement was clearly evident with the rich musky scent of her arousal and slick gleaming wetness that brought the eye to the deeply pink grotto that was just teasingly visible in an erotic kiss of pink female folds.

"Pretty." The word left Storm's lips in a low throaty exhale of satisfaction. "And mine."

"No." Emma's adamant statement brought the weather witch's perusal back to the telepath's face, and the shaky determination in ice blue eyes.

"Yes." The unadulterated surety of Storm's voice sent a cool, tingling shock through the helpless telepath.

Storm laughed, and it was a frighteningly joyous sound as she rose up and walked away from the now confused but wary blonde still caught fast on the bed. The darkly beautiful mutant wasn't in a hurry, even though the rich, decadent curl of predatory sexual excitement throbbed strong and hot through her being like the beat of her heart's blood. Ororo was used to the constant sensual rush of her elemental powers, and had long experience with functioning normally without sign of the tempting pleasure that constantly beckoned her to simply let go and lose herself in a frenzy of passion and ecstasy. Years of strict self-discipline that defied description had kept her from indulging in the joys available to her to their fullest extent for fear of the destruction that might follow in the wake of her fulfilled desires.

Now… the noose tight ties of inhibition born of her younger self's fears had slowly worn away as she had matured into the far more confident adult she had come to be. The passions that seethed in her heart of hearts had in their turn grown stronger and more savagely rebellious after such a long confinement. Storm's recent ordeals in the Savage Land and then in the underground mutant gladiatorial arenas had broken away the final barriers that caged the most primal parts of Storm's essence. Now, though her fellow X-men did not really comprehend the change in the teammate they had too long known as serene and selfless, the tiger walked freely in her flesh, and she was unafraid. So, in this interlude between herself and Emma Frost, Storm did not intend to hold back in the slightest. And she was going to take her time to wring the fullest joy out of it.

"End Program Kahn's Grotto. Begin Program, the Arena, subroutine, the Dungeon."

… to be continued