Rogue wandered through the Savage Land alone, wearing a skimpy bra and thong made from the yellow and green tatters of her X-Men uniform. She felt beads of sweat on her face and wished she could fly again, wished she could soar above the humid air and into the clear blue skies above her. But there were certainly advantages to losing her powers, as she could finally touch people. She had been ferocious in her hedonism, losing herself in her lust, making love to Magneto on the first night she had realised she would be stuck in the Antarctic jungle. She had been seduced by the master of magnetism while the rains beat down, seeing the vulnerable side of him, the part of him that had been buried by the bravado and facade, the part of him that had given her a chance at life rather than his own restoration after her fight with the Shadow King.
A flap of leathery wings above her made her stop and her muscles tense.
She knew she had to be wary as she could be easily attacked by any number of predators that roamed this strange and exotic landscape. Her arm dropped and her hand tightened on the sharpened stick she had fastened to her leg, shoulder tensing as she drew it and turned.
A great pterosaur had launched itself at her, sharp talons outstretched. It collided with her faster than she could react to avoid it, being pushed to the ground as it landed atop her. Her spear clattered and rolled into the dense undergrowth, never to be seen again. She looked up at the creature and saw human eyes, blood-red and ferocious. Sauron looked down at Rogue, their eyes locking as he started to drain her energies, sapping at her life force while his eyes locked onto hers. His claws were flat against her arms, pinning her against the earthy ground, while his bird-like feet cupped her shins, keeping her locked in place.
He was irresistible. He was handsome. He was... hypnotising her. She couldn't stop him, feeling her will slipping away to his thrall, her strength ebbing as fell unconscious, feeling him scoop her body against him before she was lost to his gaze.
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Rogue woke up in a cave. It wasn't one of those dry, homely caves, the ones that you might like to walk through and admire for the sheer geological beauty. No, this cave was darker and danker and higher up, carved into a cliff edge and made by something that was once a man. She rolled over, realising she was naked and curling up as she saw the towering sight of Karl Lykos over her, his wings making him seem even larger than he was. His eyes were ablaze, looking as if there was a fire behind them. His skin was a dull green colour and his wings looked translucent as the sunlight hit them. He had a massive beak, curved and bony, protruding a foot in front of the rest of his face. Rogue tried very hard to not make eye contact with the beast, but he spoke softly and powerfully, measuring his tone.
"Hello, Rogue." He placed a claw on her shoulder, rolling her towards him, staring deep into her eyes, the fire behind them consuming her will again, tears forming as her weak body weakened further and he picked her up. She wanted to scream, wanted to cry, wanted to call out to anyone who could help her, but she was unable to, trapped and gagged by his eyes. She turned her head as he angled her body, standing tall and keeping her ass facing his penis, which was rapidly inflating as he became aroused. He bent his head towards Rogue, beak pressed against her ear and whispered, "Of all the mutants I've taken before, you are by far the prettiest." He moved back, his claws sliding to her waist, digging into the pale white muscle. He slid his emerald cock inside her, bulging against her insides and swelling further before he started thrusting against her, enjoying the way her large ass felt as it contacted his stomach. Rogue felt his claws grip deeper, drawing blood, but her mind was so muddied by Sauron's power that the pain felt as if she was watching someone else being used by this perverted beast.
Rogue felt him expanding like a balloon, fluid filling his prehistoric cock as he filled her pussy, her body jerking roughly with each thrust. The feeling was so alien and yet her body adored it, even through the hypnotism and her weakness and her disgust at what the beast was doing to her. But she had to give in, and she did, feeling watery liquid running down her legs, some kind of natural lubricant. She felt herself being picked up and draped across Sauron, his hands crossing her back. He slid himself inside her again and opened his maw of a beak wide, twisting his neck and surrounding Rogue's face before a pink tongue wormed its way into her mouth. Rogue tasted whatever rotten food Sauron had managed to scrounge as his tongue sat on hers, sliding wetly around her mouth before sliding out and resting on her shoulder as he stood, holding her like a toy and fucking her on the edge of the abyss. Vertigo swirled through Rogue's mind numbly and on instinct, she gripped Sauron tighter, her entire body clenching against his while he used her, getting closer to orgasm with each stroke. His grip tightened and he released his seed, making a noise between a groan and a squawk before he threw Rogue to the ground, rubbing his cock and compelling her to suckle at him. His cock was thick and bulbous, thin veins running down the length. In the back of her mind, Rogue felt how wet he felt inside her, the waxy feeling of his penis on her tongue. He felt too big for her mouth, but she knew she couldn't wretch as he let the remnants of his seed flow out of him and into her mouth, the slimy substance seeping from Sauron sliding slowly down her throat as she swallowed unwillingly.
Whilst her mouth was around his cock, Sauron felt someone grab him from behind, pulling him back. Rogue was pulled with him, her lips fastened over his length, the force of the action pulling him out of her. Sauron heard the growling of a sabretooth tiger and saw a foot before it hit the side of his head, rocking him. He stood up, stumbling. Ka-Zar stood before him, dripping with rainwater. His thin blonde hair shrouded his face, which held a menacing look. Beside him stood Zabu, a great beast that could easily have torn Sauron limb from limb. This was a battle he knew he couldn't win.
He was happy enough with the way he had subdued and abused the young mutant in front of him, her dazed smile giving him an unfathomable feeling of malicious joy. He kicked at Ka-Zar, the blow landing on the man's leg, making him stumble back as the pteranodon flapped away, creating distance between the two. Sauron turned in fear, launching himself into the void, dropping before he soared away, screeching and waking up the evening air, creating a cacophony in the canopy beneath his wings.
Rogue was still kneeling, drool and semen and whatever damp had been on the floor dripping from her naked body. Zabu padded to her side and sniffed her, the wretched scent of Lykos surrounding her own beautiful scent. Ka-Zar knelt in front of her, locking his blue eyes with her verdant green. He grabbed her head in his hands, placing her forehead against his and whispering to her, an eldritch spell he had learnt from the natives here, one which pulled her from her hypnosis-induced catatonia and into sleep as her body was thoroughly exhausted from its use by Sauron. As she dropped, Ka-Zar took her by the waist, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder, keeping hold off her with his left arm. He looked down at Zabu, who purred as he turned around, pacing into the darkness before Ka-Zar followed, hoping that the sabertooth had remembered which turns through the maze of tunnels had led them to this place, otherwise they could take a while to get back to their house.