Author's Note: Well, it certainly has been a long time. Sorry about that, RL got in the way for a while and then I got distracted. I should be maintaining a fast update schedule for the next few weeks while I finish this up. I encourage feedback so let me know what I could use more or less.
Xavier's Psi-Lab, X-Men base.
Their lips had just met, and already their bodies were falling slowly to the bed. Jean's fingers ran across his back and chest, finding the buttons on his shirt and hastily undoing them. Scott's fingers in turn grasped her blouse, and he ripped it open, indulging a savage hungriness. Seeing her bared before him, he stripped his shirt from his chest. His eyes ran down her body, from the top of her flowing red hair, past her smile, chin, and neck, stopping briefly at her breasts, and then he hit a snag. Sensing his next move, Jean unfastened her denim mere moments before Scott pulled her pants off of her body.
Scott had lain motionless on the table for the last two hours, running through simulation after simulation after simulation. His mind had been experiencing one sexual episode after another, and each time Scott never realized that they weren't real. This kind of work was very taxing on a brain, and while Scott was a powerful man at the core of his being, he could not take much more. Scott's earlier successes with his more primal instincts had given Xavier hope that the therapy would be easy. But it would take more than a man willing to fuck hard and fast to please Phoenix. She would need a partner as insatiable as herself, someone up to the task of hours of 'lovemaking.' Scott's sexuality was still very undeveloped in that regard. He was a capable lover by the standards of most women, but he was no match for Phoenix.
His hands cupped her buttocks firmly and held her up to his mouth. She squirmed and moaned as he licked her clit, making him want little more than to watch her explode with pleasure. His tongue continued its task, ranging from lightly tickling to quickly rubbing her delicacy. She writhed and wriggled, wanting to scream but too busy breathing. Before long the pressure in her body forced a soft wail from her throat, and she could feel the pleasure seeping out of her mind. Scott brought himself up to her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He slowly entered her, taking in the wet warmth between her legs.
Xavier did not have long to root out the problem in Scott's psyche. He was undoubtedly the world's most capable psychologist and psychoanalyst with access to the best equipment possible for diagnosing a patient, but therapy always required time. He looked over scans of Scott's brain tissue, pinpointing electrical activity in a 3d map. Ideally, pulses should have been coming from the spine and lighting up the whole brain in orgasm, but for Scott there was a strange pattern in which his hypothalamus and his spine pulsed energy back and forth. This feedback built up the energy in Scott's nervous system and brought him to orgasm much more quickly than he would climax as an unbridled sexual organism. It was almost a kind of premature ejaculation. He pondered what these data meant while he donned the alpha-wave transmitter and watched Scott in his simulation. Opening his mind to the device, Xavier entered Scott's headspace. The professor experienced everything that ran through Scott's mind, as if he was hitchhiking in his brain. An image slowly entered Xavier's vision; at first he saw a white-orange blur with a pinkish circle on top, which eventually focused to the naked body of Jean Grey emanating psychic energies from her skull. Pleasures ran up Scott's spine, filling Xavier with delights he could no longer experience in the physical realm. He felt his lower body thrusting forward and his arms propping himself up. Xavier took a moment to absorb the feeling of being in a strong body pressing down into the shapely Jean Grey. That alone made these sessions worthwhile to him.
Strong sensations flowed through Scott's body, mostly from his manhood but also from Jean. He embraced them both as he drove harder and faster into her. Scott felt like a man blessed by a goddess, a peasant favored by a queen. His eyes hungrily took in the sight of Jean beneath him. She was radiantly beautiful in her orgasmic state. Soft waves of energy pulsed against his flesh, concussing out from Jean. He could hardly contain himself any longer; he sped up his hips, held her chest to his own, and closed his eyes.
Then Xavier cleared his mind and started paying attention to details. He took a minute to take in how sexy Jean could be. She curved her spine in ecstasy, her head thrown back and breasts heaving, both from her deep breaths and the rhythm of Scott's body driving into hers. Jean's powers made gentle ripples outward from herself, making waves in her hair and the sheets around her. He could feel her psyche throbbing outward onto Scott's brain, her pleasure washing over him. Xavier's focus drifted away when he felt a rush of energy in Scott as he doubled over in coitus. Jean gasped and held his head to her chest as he came, radiating peace and happiness from herself like an orgasmic saint.
Xavier decided to distance himself from Scott's perspective to find a new one. He formed an astral body and stood in Scott's imagination, surrounded by memories and fantasies. He slowed time to watch the two of them in their dearest moments, lying naked together sharing their warmth, sweat, and pleasure. Scott melted into Jean's embrace, debilitated by her empathic bliss. He should have been completely at peace, but his face looked troubled. Xavier read his feelings, sensing insecurities. Confused, the professor wondered what Scott would be insecure about. He had just made very passionate love to a gorgeous woman with a talent for sharing pleasure. Women get more and more beautiful from good love and great loving, and Scott had made her a goddess of sorts. Xavier could remember her as a shy young girl in his classes, and could scarcely believe that the embodiment of beauty lying naked before him was Jean. He thought about reaching out and touching her. He imagined the soft warmth of her cheeks, her neck, her lips, and her breasts.
Catching himself, Xavier was reminded of his own feelings. Clearly he thought of Jean as the perfect lover: beautiful and pure, giving and joyous. No doubt, Scott felt the same way. Jean's powers augmented her sexuality in a powerful way, largely because they grew from her unbridled libido. Scott's powers contributed nothing to their lovemaking. Men are generally easy to please. Men in love are doubly so. Scott's love for Jean combined with her notable ability to please a man gave Xavier a little more insight to why Scott often felt so overwhelmed during sex. His feelings of inadequacy and inferiority stunted his libidinal energies.
Feeling glad for uncovering a piece of the psychological puzzle, Xavier stole another glance at Jean. He had done his best to maintain purely platonic ties to her as she matured into the beautiful woman he knew today. This therapy program of his seemed a pretty convenient excuse to confiscate some intimate memories from Scott. It was time to restore a little privacy. He took off the alpha-wave transmitter and shut off the simulation. Scott roused on the table in a groggy state.
"Charles… my brain hurts."
"Of course it does, Scott. I've been working you quite hard here."
Scott slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. He felt his erection straining against his uniform, and he was suddenly very aware of what had been happening all day. "I think I'm done here for today."
It would have been very nice for Scott to be able to quit right then. He was exhausted from a whole day of simulated sex and false orgasms. He needed some sleep before sex would seem appealing to him. But Xavier always worried about time. He was not ignorant of the game Logan and Phoenix were playing outside of this laboratory. He didn't imagine that Phoenix would be threatening them again so soon, but he should have taken earlier precautions. "Your nervous system has been very heavily taxed for the last few hours, so spend take a little time to relax. I'll need to make you a tea to give you a little energy and some detox. I'm going to give you a metabolism booster too."
"What's all that for?"
"To put you back into a state where you can have sex again. Phoenix will only get more and more frustrated if you're unable to have sex because of this sex therapy."
Scott looked blankly at Xavier. The last thing Scott wanted to think about was sex.
"Trust me, after a little rejuvenation you'll barely be able to contain yourself."