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The White Queen

Part 1

The tall, blonde, and beautiful Emma Frost sat in her half-million-dollar white supercar looking up at a nondescript apartment window. The apartment complex itself was nothing to brag about. It was just an average apartment block for people of the middle-class. She sat there waiting and waiting, getting more frustrated with every minute that passed. Finally, the man that she was looking for walked out the front and continued on down the road. She had seen a picture of him, but the picture didn't do him justice.

She saw that he was a handsome man of around six feet tall with thin muscles. He had a shock of messy, black hair which contrasted greatly with her own dyed, bleach blonde locks. She couldn't really get any other details. He was too far away. The one thing that she could say about him was that he was young. Younger than her by any rate. Barely a man if she had to guess. That made no difference to her.

She started her car and followed him, trying to remain inconspicuous. Unfortunately, she didn't have the foresight to bring a less luxurious car. Nonetheless, she kept moving. She watched as he walked a little further down the road and turned into a convenience store parking lot. Walking up to the door, he opened it and walked in.

The reason that she was following this guy was simple. She needed him. Only a few days ago, Sebastian Shaw was found dead in his office at the Hellfire Club. Not only dead but murdered. Gruesomely, she might add. When she had found him, she was completely perplexed. She didn't know how someone had gotten inside. It was damn near impossible. Perhaps Shaw had invited his killer. Unfortunately, the killer had erased all evidence. All the cameras and electronics in the building were completely fried. Thankfully, Emma had placed a secret camera that no one had known about. It was made by her company, Frost International, and was much more durable than the crap that the club had used. She had used the camera to spy on Shaw. As she watched the footage of Shaw in his office, her eyes widened dramatically. The black-haired man suddenly appeared in his office and began to attack Shaw. At first, it seemed that nothing the guy did could hurt Shaw thanks to his powers, but eventually, he got wise. He waved his hand and a bubble appeared over Shaw's head. She saw his eyes bug out before grabbing his throat. Shaw struggled frantically before finally collapsing. He had suffocated. Just to make sure, the man waved his hand and sent out a colored light. Emma watched as a large slash appeared on Shaw's neck.

She didn't know who this guy was or why he had a beef with Shaw, but it put her in a bad position. She and Shaw ruled the Hellfire Club together, and even in the best of times, it was tricky to keep the wolves at bay. Once people found out that Shaw was out of the picture, they would almost assuredly try to take power for themselves. While normally she could easily take care of herself, recently they had been bringing in more powerful mutants into the club. Some of them could cause her some problems if she wasn't very careful. What better way to ensure her safety than to get Shaw's killer on her side?

When she studied the footage, she realized that she didn't have much to go on. She was able to use her contacts with the NYPD to search their databases for a match. They eventually found a match through the immigration office. Harry Potter was his name. That was all she needed. Emma quickly discovered where he lived and parked outside. To her frustration, she found that she was unable to read his thoughts. In fact, none of her mental powers would work on him. That would make things much more difficult for her. She'd have to go about it the old-fashioned way.

As Potter came out of the store holding a plastic bag, she took her chance. She pulled up and into the parking lot. Rolling down her window, she said, "Can I offer you a ride?" Emma smiled beautifully at him. Not many men could resist her sweet face.

"It's not smart to accept a ride from strangers. Or so I've been told," he said, smiling back and leaning down. From here she could see the beautiful emerald color of his eyes.

"Name's Emma Frost. Now we're not strangers anymore," she responded, looking him in the eyes. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second. "I can see that you've heard of me."

"Maybe a thing or two," Harry told her.

"From Shaw?" she asked, not bothering to beat around the bush. Harry just smiled and shrugged his shoulders like he didn't have a care in the world. Emma sighed. She didn't like it when she couldn't get a beat on someone. It didn't happen often due to her powers.

"Get in. We need to talk," she said, jerking her thumb at the passenger side. Harry nodded and walked to the other side of the car. He could see several men in the parking lot staring wide-eyed at him. They must have thought him a god to have pulled such a babe that was driving around in a supercar. Harry just rolled his eyes and opened the door. Hopping in, he shut the door and turned to her.

"Nice car," he said. He could still smell the fresh scent of new leather.

"It gets me places. Now tell me why you killed Shaw," she demanded, glancing at him as she drove the short distance back to the apartments.

"Because he was trying to blackmail me," Harry told her simply. He heard Emma snort.

"I've seen where you live. No offense, but you don't look like the type of person that has something that Sebastian would want," she said, sounding like she didn't care if she offended or not. "Unless of course …" she stopped before finishing. She turned to look at him. He smiled and nodded.

"Yep. He found out about my powers and wanted me to do his bidding. Typical rich person mentality," he said, taking a dig at her which she promptly ignored.

"So you killed him for that?"

"Had to make an example. I'm not someone that can be forced to follow orders. I needed to show anyone else who knew what would happen if they tried," Harry told her seriously. He needed to let this blonde know her fate if she even thought about trying. They pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex.

Little did she know that Harry was using Legilimency to figure out what she was thinking. Harry hid a smile. Just like Shaw, she wanted him to use him for her own personal gain. Unlike Shaw, however, she was willing to use much more favorable ways to persuade him. Harry didn't mind in the slightest. He planned to use her as well. While he didn't care about the political power that he could gain from the Hellfire Club, he did care about the money. Harry hadn't been in this reality for long, so his savings were scant, to say the least. He was in need of a money-making scheme. It seemed that Emma was ready to provide one. Besides, if things didn't work out, he could always just remove or alter their memories.

"Want to come inside?" he asked. Emma smiled and nodded. It wasn't long before they were in his apartment drinking coffee that he had made. They were explaining their powers to each other and such. Once done, they moved to the couch and sat on opposite sides, leaving the middle empty. He knew that she would start her "persuasive" arguments soon. Sure enough, the gorgeous blonde crossed her leg and "accidentally" let her high heel fall off.

"So, Harry … what would you think about joining me at the club?" she asked sexily. Stretching out a bit, she placed her bare foot on the crotch of his jeans. Harry's heartbeat picked up as she slowly massaged his rapidly hardening package. He placed his fingers on her ankle and toyed with the delicate skin as she rubbed her foot up and down.

"I don't know. What's in it for me?" Harry asked, amused. Emma just smirked. Spinning until she was lying on the couch, she opened her legs for a second and showed off her silky, white panties that had a small wet patch over her covered slit. She continued to play with him with her foot.

"A Queen needs a King," she said sensually. "And if that's not good enough, a whole lot of money comes with the position."

Harry nodded and unbuttoned his trousers. Pulling them down, his long, hard cock sprang forth. Emma's eyes widened at the sight. "That is ... " Emma swallowed. "... quite big," she finished.

Harry grabbed her foot and placed it against his cock. "Bigger than your foot," he teased. Emma did indeed see several inches poking out above her toes. "See how deep I'm going to take you?" he teased again, holding her soft, delicate sole against his raging erection. Slowly he dragged her foot up and down.

Emma's cheeks turned a little pink. She could feel the warmth of his cock underneath her dainty toes. He was now running his hands up and down her legs, feeling the smoothness of them. Her skirt had ridden up, and she was flashing her panties to him. Harry made no excuses for his actions. He was happily staring at the ever-expanding wet patch that was forming on her underwear. Grabbing her other foot, he removed her heel before dropping it next to its mate. She smiled as she used that foot to sexily rub his chest. She watched as he removed his shirt. He was thin but still well built. Her foot dipped down and slid over the muscles in his abdomen. Suddenly, Emma squealed when he grabbed her by her hips and pulled her forward a bit. Flopping back onto the couch cushions, she breathed heavily as he reached under her skirt and slid her panties down her pale, creamy thighs. She lifted her legs up and watched as he slid the panties off of her feet. Taking hold of one of her legs, he placed it over his shoulder and pushed the other leg flat against the couch. He then reached into her bunched-up skirt and gently grazed her damp petals with his fingertips.

Emma moaned loudly as her toes curled. It had been a little too long since she had any kind of intimate contact. She had been too busy with the hostile takeover of the Hellfire Club. Now, however, she could simply sit back, relax, and enjoy the sensation of strong fingers rubbing her slick folds. Her eyes were focused on him as he kissed and nipped at the skin of her silky, smooth legs while his fingers danced over her hard clit. Rocking her hips back and forth, Emma closed her eyes and let out a satisfied sigh while spreading her legs a bit further apart. She could smell the scent of her arousal wafting up from between her legs and knew that he could smell it as well. He didn't seem to mind as his lips traveled further up the inside of her leg. Soon her thigh was over his shoulder as he nuzzled her hard clit with the tip of his nose.

As his tongue licked its way up her damp folds, Emma pulled down her top and freed her large, perfect breasts. She rubbed and squeezed them and even pinched and tugged at her light pink nubs. Rolling her nipples between her fingers, Emma let out a moan and arched her back. Lifting her free foot back up, she used her toes to massage his long, thick cock, which he seemed to appreciate. He sucked her clit right into his mouth as he slid two fingers into her as deep as they would go. Curling them upward, he placed them against her g-spot and began rubbing her erogenous zone.

"Mmm … that's good," she moaned huskily. "Harder and faster," she breathed out, grabbing the back of his head and pulling his face right up against her wet pussy. She couldn't help but grind her soaking wet pussy against his mouth as he suckled upon her aching clit. His fingers were rubbing fiercely against her g-spot, making her see stars. Out of nowhere, he placed his tongue against her clit and made it vibrate harder than anything that she had ever felt. No vibrator had ever made her clit feel like that. Screaming his name, her thighs wrapped around the back of his neck as she thrashed and spasmed. Holding her ass, he continued to suck her clit as she orgasmed harder than she ever had. Juices were literally dripping from her pussy as she crushed his head in the vice-like grasp of her thighs. Finally, she let out a deep breath and loosened her legs. She laid back, legs spread with a blank look on her face as her body occasionally spasmed. When she came out of her daze, she saw Harry remove his trousers and stroke his cock as he settled between her splayed legs. Slapping his cock against her abused clit made her squeal, but when he pressed the tip against her folds, Emma gasped knowing a long night of fucking was in her future.