Selene Comes A' Calling
The werewolf gave a little rumbling growl that was almost a purr and rubbed his shaggy head against Selene's shoulder. His eyes were closed as he was lost in the state of bliss brought on by being scratched behind his ears. Selene stroked his sideburns a few more times and then decided that enough was enough.
"Well thank you Jack Russell, as promised your payment and a nice raw juicy steak as a bonus," purred the Black Queen.
"You must think my mistress has unusual tastes. I hope you don't mind that the job involved no slaughter," said a somewhat nervous Blackheart. The werewolf reminded him entirely too much of Logan.
"Actually ya would be surprised by how many women like my sort. Anyway nice ta have an easy job fer a change. See ya around," growled Jack Russell with a toothy grin.
After the werewolf had let himself out Selene sighed contentedly, happy that her preparations were mostly completed. Now she just had to find a suitable costume which would perk Hank's interest in her. She noticed Blackheart giving her a funny look and decided she perhaps owed him an explanation.
"I wanted to see whether I actually liked men with fur. Now I'm looking forward to running my fingers through that luxuriant blue fur. Now I will want you to tell me what you think of my chosen costume," ordered Selene.
Diving through the several wardrobes full of black lingerie and evening wear she selected a particularly risqué number and changed into it. Turning to Blackheart she glared at him expectantly.
"Now what would Emma Frost think of this little number?"
"My explicitly and most brazenly voluptuous mistress she would consider this, I hesitate to call it a dress a little bit low cut maybe even indecent," whispered a shocked Blackheart.
"That makes it perfect," cooed Selene clapping her hands in delight while Blackheart raided his Prozac supply.
"I do think you should put a jumper on or you will get a terrible cold on your chest,"
"Blackheart dear you're a demon not my granny. Now let's just teleport to the X-Mansion and surprise my furry blue hunk. I'm sure he will be delighted to see us."
"Delight won't begin to describe his likely reaction my spectacularly mischievous and gloriously sinful mistress," muttered the demon.
When Selene appeared right in the main entrance of the mansion it caused a stir to say the least especially among the young male students. Dozens of eyes were drawn straight towards her cleavage and when Selene noticed and started striking saucy poses the crowd went wild. In fact they were so distracted by her that they never even noticed Blackheart hovering nervously behind his mistress.
"Hey Beak do you think she's our new teacher or something?" asked one student.
"If there is a god then yes," breathed Barnell with his beak practically dropped to the floor.
"Please mistress you may damage their innocent young eyes with this wanton behavior," pleaded Blackheart who was flushed with embarrassment.
Not too far away poor Scott Summers was at the center of another little confrontation between Emma Frost and Jean Grey as to who he was actually in love with. Fortunately both telepaths were too distracted by their bickering to learn his real thoughts about the situation which was that he was sick of them both at the moment. What he really wanted was to go for a nice quiet drink with Logan and get away from his wife and would be lover. At the moment he felt more like kissing the feral then either of them.
"Scott how you dare think such a thought I really don't know," hissed Jean.
"That was one mental image I could have done without. There you are Jean you've driven him away so much that he'd rather be gay like Hank," said Emma.
"Actually he didn't really mean that," said Scott hastily.
"Keep out of this," warned both telepaths in unison.
"Hey Scott would ya like ta fer a drink at the Auger Inn," called Logan to Scott. He had taken pity on the man who used to be his rival but was now more a friend.
"Come back here, we're not through with you," yelled Emma and Jean uniting against a common foe.
In their hurry to escape Logan and Scott rushed straight into the mass of students gathered around Selene. On catching sight of Blackheart Logan growled menacingly. With a high pitched scream Blackheart turned and fled which was the worst thing he could have done since that only caused the feral to chase him. Logan grinned savagely as he looked forward to a good fight. Meanwhile Selene caught held of Scott's arm and the poor man felt very nervous indeed.
"Excuse me but could you point me in the direction of Henry Philip McCoy?" asked Selene politely.
At that point Emma and Jean arrived to see a terrified Scott apparently in the clutches of the S&M queen of the Hellfire Club. They were certainly not going to let the Black Queen get her hands on him so they agreed to put their differences aside. Swiftly Emma shifted to her diamond form since she really didn't want to go through the contents of Selene's mind. Some things even Emma was too innocent to think about. Jean Grey used her telekinesis to attract Selene's attention via the simple expedient of hitting over the head with Beak.
"So the former White Queen and the Phoenix herself want a little brawl? Your wish is my command," shrieked Selene as she let loose with a lightning bolt.
A fight of epic proportions broke out between the three women to the delight of the watching students. Three highly attractive and interestingly clothed women embroiled in a catfight was the best entertainment they had had since Logan's unauthorized class outing to Las Vegas. Scott made a clean getaway and locked himself into the relative safety of the Danger Room.
"Stars and garters, has Cassandra Nova returned for her revenge or is it Sabretooth paying us a little visit? No it's a rather well dressed and terrified demon heading on a collision course for me. Say what?" roared Hank having just emerged from his laboratory.
Blackheart jumped up into Hank's arms with a pitiful wail, flinging his arms around the feline mutant's neck and nearly deafening him with his screaming. Whimpering pathetically Blackheart hugged Hank tightly and then jumped out of his arms. Throwing himself at Hank's feet Blackheart started pleading for all he was worth.
"S-save m-me f-from th-that f-f-feral. H-he's g-g-gone b-berserk," begged a traumatized Blackheart.
"Who has gone berserk? Oh stars and garters this is all I need," sighed Hank.
A snarling and very bloodthirsty Logan was charging towards his quarry with claws extended and his lips pulled back in a vicious snarl. Screaming something about werewolves not being this frightening Blackheart dived behind Hank who raised a clawed hand in a futile attempt to halt Logan's furious charge.
Though Hank was more than twice his size few things could stand up to a maddened feral with adamantium laced bones. Hank was knocked flat on his back while a berserk Logan crouched on his chest, slashing his claws at the petrified Blackheart. Unfortunately Hank's head was blocking the way and Logan seemed to be doing his best to remove that obstacle. Adamantium claws gave Hank an impromptu and rather messy haircut and a small nick appeared on Hank's cheek.
"Logan please, I can hardly breathe through you pressing on my sternum and I really don't want to be decapitated," gasped Hank.
Logan calmed down marginally and glared into the face that was only slightly more hairy than his own. His fierce hazel eyes glared into Hank's amber eyes and then the terrified crimson eyes of Blackheart. Logan grinned savagely revealing his impressive canines and seemed to rejoice in Blackhearts pitiful whimper. The demon was huddled on the floor looking absolutely pitiful. He was mumbling over and over again about ferocious sideburns.
"Why don't ya get out of the way Hank so I can give demon boy a taste of my claws? I've been itching fer a fight like this fer a long time."
"Logan please show a little pity, the poor thing is absolutely terrified. Besides you are kneeling on my chest and I am thus pinned beneath you."
At this point a somewhat rumpled Selene turned up and saw the man of her dreams lying pinned beneath a very feral looking Logan. Of course she immediately leapt to the only conclusion her deviant mind could construe from this perfectly innocent situation.
"Then it is true Hank. Oh why do the best men always have to be gay?" wailed Selene.
Hank and Logan looked deeply shocked by this and hastily denied the allegation. Logan's berserker rage was forgotten and he rather sheepishly got off and helped Hank to his feet. The thought of Logan and Hank in love with each other was almost too much for Blackheart who very nearly went into a catatonic state.
"Sorry my bad, but an easy mistake I suppose. Actually this reminds me of one of my favorite games. I'll just tell it to you Hank so you'll have some idea of what's in store for you as my lover," said Selene with a delighted smile. By starting with something relatively decent she could take things slowly and allow him time to adjust to being her man. He would be her man as well since no-one resisted her charms.
A little while later she took a deep breath and concluded her explanation of her little game.
"Of course the python and the rubber truncheon aren't absolutely essential but they add greatly to the enjoyment and it just isn't the same if you use wooden instead of silver spoons. Now how do you like the sound of that?"
Logan felt that his healing factor was the only thing that had saved him from a cardiac arrest. He was deeply shocked and that was saying something for him. Certainly he would never be able to look at creosote in quite the same way again. Looking round he saw that things had finally proven just too much for Blackheart and the demon had fainted dead away. As for Hank he had fallen to his knees in shock having gone deathly pale beneath his fur and for once being at a loss for words.
"Ya certainly no lady darlin, why would ya want ta do disturbing things like that?" gulped the feral nervously.
"Well we immortals can get bored and we need certain amusements to help us pass the time," purred Selene.
She strode towards Logan who desperately tore his gaze away from her legs and then made a valiant if not entirely successful effort to concentrate on her face. Her long nails stroked a mutton chop and she smiled as her eyes roved over his physique. She seemed to like what she saw but Logan wished he'd put on a flannel shirt over the sleeveless white vest. He was feeling distinctly nervous about the way Selene was looking at him.
"You're cuter than I thought and you have the loveliest sideburns I've ever seen on a man. Maybe you and I could get together again some time. Bye handsome, see you around," whispered Selene in a sultry tone.
Logan snarled at her and stalked off to find Scott who was still hiding in the Danger Room. Fortunately Emma and Jean had gone off together to celebrate their victorious catfight with the Black Queen so it was safe for him to come out. Scott looked concerned at how pale his friend was.
"Logan, are you alright?"
"I need beer, lots of beer, let's go now and get beer!" growled the feral.
Selene smiled at her entranced paramour. She frowned slightly at his costume and gestured, using her molecular control powers to change his X-Men uniform to the typical attire worn by a member of the Inner Circle. After all it was only fitting that her prospective Black King should be suitably clad. Adjusting her dress to show just the right amount of cleavage she moved slowly, languorously towards him. Her hand reached out brushing his shorn mane and with a gesture she restored his fur to its former glory. Fingers ran through his thick fur provoking an involuntary purr with their caress. She smiled triumphantly and then pursing her lips leaned in to kiss him.
"Stars and garters, I must ask you to cease your improper advances at once madam," roared Hank.
"Don't you think I'm beautiful Hank? Don't you want to be my lover?"
"Admittedly you are a very beautiful woman but I must decline your offer for a number of good reasons. Firstly you are an External, immortal which means I will grow old and die while you live on eternal and unchanging. Also I'm a man in his late thirties while you are centuries old. The age gap is too great."
"I can make you immortal Hank and surely the difference between our ages won't matter then. I can gift you with this."
"Please let me live life to the full enjoying each day as it comes rather than dreading them as an endless procession," pleaded Hank.
Pointing out that she was a deadly enemy was utterly pointless since she wanted to rectify this and pointing out that she was evil while he was good made merely made her tell him that opposites attracted. She hushed his further objections and started scratching him behind his ear making it hard for him to concentrate. It was plain that she wanted him and a small part of Hank was rejoicing that this beautiful if evil woman wanted him. Thinking quickly Hank switched to a different tact.
"Madam I am unworthy of you, this grotesque beastlike form is surely not desirable to you. Why not try Exodus, he is an External like you and he's handsome and evil and just right for you. Please can't you see how unworthy I am of you," said Hank.
"I find you most pleasing to the eye Hank and I can't see why you despise yourself so. If you like I can use my powers to return you to an earlier form if that is your preference. I will do this for you, give you power beyond your wildest dreams, make you immortal to rule by my side forever," said Selene.
Then she smiled sweetly at Hank and took his chin in her hands pulling him closer to her and kissing him wildly.
"Maybe I could change if a gentle compassionate man like you could find it in his heart to love one such as me. I may be pure evil but you could redeem me and make me pure good," purred Selene.
She ran her fingers through his mane once more and hugged him close to her not noticing that he looked absolutely horrified.
"You Hank shall be my snuggle bunny," she whispered in his ear.
"Stars and garters, help me, please, anybody, save me, help!" roared Hank despairingly.
"Hush now," whispered Selene as she kissed him once more.