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Say My Name- Chapter Three:
Marian was hungry and utterly exhausted as she traversed the Boreal Forest. She'd used the last of Magneto's funds to buy a parka and a few days' supplies. Out of all of the Mutants Magneto had commanded her to locate, of course, she had found the only willing participant in Weapon X. Of course, she had found Sabertooth. Unlike the rest of them who had been captured and forced into service. It was his powers that healed her broken bones after Colonal Wrath's men broke arms and legs for amusement. Had Creed not been there, they would've had to have been much more careful with her. Instead, she had been tortured and humiliated on a near daily basis, to alleviate their boredom.
And so, here she was, standing in front of the brute and the freshly killed buck he had tied up and stung over his shoulder. She caught wind he was in Northern Canada. Once she made her way into his neck of the woods, Sabertooth had done the rest of the heavy lifting, tracking her location, rather than the other way around.
"I need ta talk to a telepath," she said, trying to cut to the chase.
"Look around, Rogue, I don't got any of those here," he said dryly, dropping the buck to the ground, it landed with a thump.
"Yeah, I can see that," she said, trying not to pay too much attention to the blood on his hands. He ripped the stomach out of the felled breast. "But you've got contacts, right? Could ja point me in the right direction?" she asked him.
"Sure, Westchester, New York. You'll find two of 'em," he said, turning to leave. "Tell Wolverine where I am. Tell him I'm ready for our rematch," he ordered, as he grabbed his dinner.
"No, not the X-Men. I need a Brotherhood contact," she said, and turned back to look at her, like she had two heads.
"Kid, are you stupid or something?" he asked, bewildered. "I'm offering to let you leave unharmed." he said, stressing it. Those cold, killer eyes settled on her, narrowing at her insistence at staying. She was up to something and it was obvious he didn't trust her.
"Look, I just joined the Brotherhood, alright? And I've got orders," she said, which seemed to catch his attention. He sprung forward, dropping the rope attached to his kill and pinned her against a tree. His free hand went to her throat, trapping her against the rough bark. Regrettably, he was protected from her powers by the parka that shielded her from the cold.
Maybe she overestimated his patience.
"Whose orders?" he barked roughly as he lifted her up into the air, her back grinding painfully against the tree he pinned her to.
"I can't tell ya," she yelped with the last of her voice as his other hand moved to her stomach. So much for the parka, he had it bunched up enough to show the men's flannel she picked up on her trek north. His claws would have no problem slicing that, and her flesh to ribbons.
"Are you sure 'bout that?" he asked, a grin spreading as she felt pressure against her navel. He kept her against the tree but left her enough airway to breathe. She knew better than to fight him, and she focused on getting enough air in her lungs to continue surviving.
"I- I can't, Ah swear," a bit of her panic bringing her accent to the fore. "but it's important enough that I'm asking to stick with ya until ya find me a Brotherhood telepath," she said, which managed to surprise him. "O- or one of the others. I could talk ta Forge, Mastermind or Mystique," she suggested, and watched his eyes flare at her list.
If she were so casually name dropping such high ranking partners in the Brotherhood, perhaps she was telling the truth, right? She watched all of this play out in Creed's cunning, but slow eyes. She wanted this to go faster, but if it did, she was certain Sabretooth would gut her, immediately.
"You're the one I found first. But if you don't wanna be bothered, just tell me where one of the others are and I'll get out of your hair," she finished.
"Whose orders?" he repeated, his hand tightened against her throat. Not enough to cut off-air, but enough to remind her that her life was in his hands. As if she couldn't forget.
"I can't say, but they're high up in the Brotherhood and no one's gonna believe me without a telepath vouching for me anyhow," she pointed out. "So, could ja point me in the right direction or what?" she asked.
"What's stopping me from guttin' ya and saving myself the trouble?" he asked.
"Nothin', except you're gonna be in for a world of hurt if the one who gave me my orders ever finds out," she responded, having prepared herself for this very question from him. She knew better than to try to come at him without some answers at the ready.
"They think they're a big shot, or something?" he asked.
"No, they know it," she said, staring him in the eyes.
"Hell of a bluff, kid," he said as he let go of her throat. She dropped to the ground, coughing as she landed. "If you're gonna stick around," he said, she stumbled to her feet as he grabbed the rope, "then make yourself useful," he ordered, tossing the lead to her.
"Are you gonna send out a message or something?" she asked, picking up the rope.
"Sure, why not," he grunted before she started to pull at the buck, dragging it along the forest floor. "Make you someone else's problem," he said.
The buck was heavy, too heavy for her and child's play for him. But that wasn't the point. So, she dragged and dragged and dragged. And he slowed his pace, watching her all the while.
"Can you cook, kid?" he asked.
"My momma taught me a thing or two," she answered as she pulled the kill forward a few more inches. He watched her impassively as she tried to build on her momentum to no avail. It wasn't like anything she or any of her purloined memories experienced, and she was panting with the effort of moving a dead body.
"Oh for-Ya burn it and I'm guttin' ya; orders or no orders," he threatened as he casually took the lead from her and easily half pulled it up his back and onto one shoulder. With his other hand he cuffed her parka, and shoved her in front of him. "Keep walkin'. I'll tell ya where ta turn."
"Yeah, got it," she said, slightly out of breath. "Ya like stew?" she asked, wanting to turn her head to address him, but deciding against it. It was one thing to follow orders, it was another to give in completely. Plus, she was kinda certain he was looking for excuses to bark orders at her. It'd be easier to keep everything as simple as possible. Thus, like gaining his trust, slow cooking the meat should be safe. Hard to burn a stew.
"Guess so. Don't got much in the way of vegetables beyond what don't spoil easy. And I got eggs," he said. "But I'll take you to the store tomorrow. We can pick up supplies," he said.
"I'm outta money," she told him. The huff he made didn't sound too comforting.
"I ain't," he said finally. Oh, how would he take that out on her? Or how could she avoid it?
Lordy, this was going to be torture wasn't it? She could only hope a telepath got back to them and quickly. She wanted to spend as little time with the former Weapon X soldier as possible and get back to her daddy.
Magneto stood in his apartment, surrounded by a group of Brotherhood members. He counted three young telepaths, their heads shaved bald, he recognized from the Savage Lands, who's combined strength made them a force to be reckoned with, easily dispensing with Charles's psychic imprisonment. He didn't remember their names however. Cuckoos, perhaps? Blob, who was sitting at his kitchen table, a laptop opened in front of him and a large soda on the table near him. And an ape man of some kind, he'd never met before. Magneto was more surprised by who he didn't see.
Regardless, he felt inclined to stretch, as it were, and he pulled at metal from every inch of Downtown Queens, to spell out a simple message in the sky: "Thank you Charles." He wanted the world to know who they had to thank for his return. He wanted Charles to quake with the knowledge that his so-called rehabilitation had failed. He wanted them all to know what was coming.
"Sir? Are you alright?" Blob asked.
"Fine, Blob. Absolutely fine. Just a little lightheaded from the psychic deprogramming. Give me a moment to collect my thoughts and appreciate who I am," he thought satisfied, as he glanced out and up at the message he was holding in place in the night's sky.
It was March now, which meant it had been six months of Charles's imprisonment and five months since the girl, Marian, had stumbled upon him. It was a little longer than he would have supposed, but the girl was not a trusted member of the Brotherhood. It might have taken time to find and convince someone to trust her and perhaps longer to locate the telepaths who freed him. But the question was, where was she?
"Who did this incidentally?" Magneto asked, hoping the girl was merely out of sight. Hoping she would step forward to claim the credit that was rightly hers. "Who among you had the courage to go behind children's back and arrange this little rescue? To whom do I owe my thanks here?" he asked.
"Actually, I believe that would be me, Magneto," the ape man commented.
"And you are?" Magneto asked, turning to look at the man, disappointed with the girl's absence, and annoyed with the creature who had seemingly taken her place.
One self-aggrandizing speech later and Magneto impaled a lamp into the evolved primate's back. The telepaths ran up to attend to him, two of them draped his cape over his shoulders and he secured it in place with powers. The third presented his helmet.
"Clearly funds and membership are the first things we must attend to," he said, glancing down at the dead ape's body. The Cuckoos would clear the mess in due time, he wouldn't have to issue an order. What did need to be addressed, however. "Get a message out there to all our old friends and tell them they have twenty-four hours to come here and apologize or else I'll seek them out and make them apologize," he commanded.
"Does that go for Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver too, sir?" Blob asked.
"No, I'm afraid I'm less forgiving of the twins, Blob. Their treachery and incompetence must be made a strict example of, and truth be told, they'll expect nothing less from me," he said before pausing to put his helmet into place on his head. "Just tell them, Daddy's home, eh?" he asked with a dark sense of satisfaction. 'Now, where the hell is Marian?' he thought to himself, irritated.
Not that the girl was truly of any consequence, but he had set her to task, and if the girl had gone Rogue on him, she would pay for her treachery just his own flesh and blood would.
Unless Charles had gotten to her?
He didn't like that thought, not one bit. The girl may be inconsequential, but he claimed ownership of her months ago. If Charles reordered a single one of her thoughts he would-
"Blob?" one of the telepaths asked. "Will Sabertooth report here?" she asked.
"If he knows what's good for him," Magneto said, crossing his arms over his chest, irritated for more than one reason. He should have been freed four months ago, at the very least. He needed to reestablish the Brotherhood, then he could set about finding the girl and the reasons for her failure.
"I just sent him a message, sir," Blob replied. "And," he said, pausing to look at his screen. "He'll be here tomorrow," he said.
"Can we send him another, sir?" the telepath asked.
"Stating what?" Magneto asked.
"Sabertooth asked us to report to his location in Canada, sir. He said there was some kid who demanded to speak with him and a telepath," one of them answered.
"We were keeping Blob's location cloaked while he catfished the X-Men's Beast, obtaining the information that led to your rescue, sir," another added.
"We told him to bring her to New York instead, but she refused," the third finished.
"Must not have been that important if she wasn't willing to travel," the first shrugged.
"On the contrary, Rogue heeded my command to the letter," he said, as he allowed the metal he had levitated into the night's sky to come crashing to the ground, avoiding the building they currently resigned in, of course. "The girl stumbled across me," as he made an effort to hit the complex where Betty and her insufferable child lived. "And while Rogue couldn't break Charles' conditioning, she was able to get through it long enough for me to tell her how to rescue me," he said.
He watched all three girls suddenly grow tense; it could have been due to the myriad of explosions outside or in anticipation of his next question.
"Precisely when did you learn of her request?" he asked, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Sir, we didn't know. Sabortooth didn't think it was important either," one said as all three of them dropped to their knees before him.
"Answer the question," he said, his eyes narrowing further.
"Three months ago, sir," they answered in unison.
"Blob," he said, stepping closer to Blob and his computer. "Reply to Sabertooth, tell him to bring Rogue to me immediately," he ordered.
"Yes, sir," he said, typing furiously.
Marian was minding her own business, as she tried to do, since shacking up with Sabertooth in this little cabin in the woods. Not that she wanted to be here, she wanted to get a message to the rest of the Brotherhood, to gather them as Magneto commanded. But, she didn't have a choice here, Creed had made that very clear. If she wanted to stay alive, she had to make herself useful, and keep her head down. And she was cleaning; currently doing the dishes from their dinner, while Creed sat at the table, checking his clunky laptop plugged into the phone jack for any messages, communication, or intel.
Sabertooth left her alone if she was cleaning or cooking. Whatever she did around the house, he didn't have to do for himself. So, she'd ensured he didn't have to do a damn thing all these long months she lived with him, not so much as crack open a beer. She'd seen her momma use the same trick to keep her daddy's temper at bay. But whatever was needed to follow Magneto's orders, she'd do.
'My new daddy,' she thought, as she always did when she thought of Magneto. A bit of a blush crept to her cheeks.
Though, in the back of her mind, she was still worried Creed would grow bored of their little arrangement and snap, but it had been nearly four months now and he hadn't-
Rogue let out a loud gasp as she felt his hand grasp her throat. She hadn't heard him sneak up on her as he drove her into the wall, and up on her toes. It reminded her of what Wraith had operatives performe on her just before they let the doctors sedate her for 'R&D purposes'.
"Magneto," he screamed in her ear. "You knew Magneto was alive this whole fucking time?" he asked. The haze and the memory cleared as his words sorted out in her head. Someone else had found him.
'Thank the lord,' she thought, relieved. "Bet you're glad ya didn't gut me now ain'tcha, Creed?" she asked smugly.
"You should've told me," he growled, low and dangerous. Was he frightened of something? "You should've led with that."
"I had orders," she persisted, as she had all these months. "And I wasn't about to disobey Magneto," she said and with relief she felt him release her throat. "So, you got orders, now?"
"Get in the fucking truck, I'm taking you to New York," he said.
Less than twelve hours later, the following morning, Rogue was back in Queens, reentering an apartment she was intimately acquainted with. Creed pushed ahead of her, entering first and as Rogue followed in after him, she found the apartment to be more occupied than the last time she was here. There were mutants everywhere, taking up a vast majority of the floor space. Magneto, she saw, was standing by the window, now adorned in his uniform, cape, helmet and all the rest.
"Magneto, I brought the kid you asked for," Creed announced as they made their way into the hallway. Rogue watched as Magneto turned to glance at them, first Creed and then down at her.
"Magneto, sir," Rogue said, respectfully nodding. "I am so sorry that I-" she said, he held up a hand to silence her.
"Had I been in my right mind, I might have issued more cohesive orders, ones that allowed for a degree of variation," he said.
"Did your other plan work, sir?" Rogue asked and she and he raised an eyebrow before she watched his eyes grow with amusement, as he realized what she was asking.
"I had two tickets for Charles's lecture at Madison Square Garden in my wallet the day after you set off. When Charles found out, the pathetic prat was crying in my arms when he thought I brought them due to his ridiculous rehabilitation," he chuckled.
"Oh. My. God," Rogue exclaimed, laughing with him and she heard a few murmurs in the background, the others in the room commenting on her familiarity with their leader. "So, he didn't read your mind?" she asked, before she could stop herself, before reason could tell her that maybe this conversation was better off in private.
"Xavier had no reason to," he smirked. "He never had a clue you found me," he added vindictively.
'Maybe it ain't a big deal,' she thought as they shared another laugh together. "Sir," she said, her expression turning apologetic. "I really am sorry I couldn't get anyone to take me seriously," she said, wanting to vocalize the apology. "You should've been yourself months ago- I kinda wish I hadn't left ya, ya know? Or convinced ya to come with me," she said.
"Had we taken either of those courses of action, Charles would have found and imprisoned us both," he said dismissively. "And while I don't typically reward failure, your obedience has earned you a place in my Brotherhood," he said, making her allegiance as clear as crystal.
"Thank you, sir," she said, bowing her head again before she felt a yawn coming on. She'd stayed up all night between Canada and New York. Creed had been in an awful mood the whole ride and she kept her eyes open if only to ensure he didn't take that anger out on her. Rogue tried to repress it, but the yawn escaped her and she glanced back up at him, ready to apologize again but he held a hand up, silencing her once more.
"Back there," Magneto said, pointing to the second door on the left, that she hadn't entered the last time she was here.
She was fairly certain it was his bedroom. He was inviting her into his bed? Was her face blushing? Lordie, she hoped her face wasn't blushing.
"Get some rest, Marian," he ordered and she met his gaze, seeing a hint of amusement in his eyes. "We'll discuss your future in my organization this evening before we depart New York," he elaborated.
"Thank you, sir," she said, nodding, before she headed in that direction. She was trying to ignore the looks everyone else in the room was giving her. Even Creed was looking at her sideways. She blocked them all out, as she let out another yawn. She'd been on guard for months around Sabertooth, trying again and again to get a single telepath to come to their location. She may have failed, but her effort was rewarded. That was nice, downright kind of him. And from what she'd heard about him, Magneto wasn't kind often.
As she entered the room she found a king sized bed, with a large, downy comforter, sheets and blankets. She kicked off her shoes, and shucked off the parka, leaving her in jeans and a t-shirt. She crawled onto the bed and under the covers, feeling a huge sense of relief. Magneto was himself again.
'Thank the lord,' she thought, settling in.
For the second time in less than 24 hours her eyes snapped open as she felt her bra unhook itself. A violent shiver ran down her spine, was it a promise of what was to come? She didn't think twice about taking her shirt and bra off. Next she felt the button on her jean undo itself and the zipper lower. She discarded those as well, leaving her in just her underwear.
She laid down fully, on her back, under the covers and waited to see if he was going to do anything else.
Nothing- He was-
There were too many people here- too much work to do.
"Get some rest, Marian," he last order replayed in her mind. Following he's commands hadn't let her down so far- She closed her eyes and let sleep take her.
Marian felt a hand on her shoulder shaking her, as she laid with her back on the bed. What time was it? Who cared about that, really? She moaned softly, enjoying the feel of bare skin against hers. Clearly, it was a dream.
"Time to get up, Marian," a deep velvety voice commanded. Or was she awake? Well, if she was…
"Five more minutes, daddy," she muttered playfully, keeping her eyes closed.
Her candor was met with a chuckle and brisk feeling of cold air on her skin and breasts as the blanket was stripped from her body. Before she could do more than react with a plaintive mewl, he was towering over her, his hands rubbing all over her body, gripping at her skin, powerfully claiming. "It's been too long," he rumbled, as his hands brought brief red marks to her sleep warmed skin. His head descended, and he bit at her neck, collarbone, chest, stomach. Her legs were spread open, her underwear removed and-
She let out a loud gasp as his tongue found a bundle of nerves, lapping eagerly between her legs.
"Daddy," she moaned and she could hear him, feel him chuckling between her legs. His facial hair was tickling her overly sensitive skin, causing her to shake against him, just as his beard had the last time he'd done this to her. "Thank you, daddy," she whispered as he inserted two fingers into her slick opening, while his tongue danced laps around her clit. Still discombobulated and drowsy from sleep, she laid there for some time, utterly content to let him do as he pleased with her.
All too soon though, his skilled tongue had her back arching off the bed, her body shaking, and a soft moan escaped her as she came. He lingered between her legs, lapping up her juices. His fingers seemed to pet her from the inside through her orgasmic haze.
"Time to get up, Marian," he repeated as she felt his head lift up. Her eyes fluttered open to see the Master of Magnetism staring at her intensely. Kneeling on the bed before her, he was still fully dressed in his uniform, though his helmet was elsewhere, and the cape was not attached.
"Are ya sure ya don't wanna stay in bed a little while longer, daddy?" she asked, as she sat up and reached down, stroking the bulge between his legs and his smirk grew, pleased with her boldness. "Maybe you wanna lay down and I can take care of you?" she offered.
"I think I'd rather see you on all fours, Marian," he said as his uniform burst away to reveal his nudity. Scrambling up, she was quick to comply. She had barely settled into place before her hips were grabbed, as he positioned her to his liking. The next thing she knew, he was inside of her as he took her from behind.
"You're so big, daddy," she mewed as she felt his right hand leave her hip and go into her hair, tugging her head back and to the side roughly, until she could see the dark satisfaction spread across his features.
"And yet you fit me like a glove, little girl," he grunted, thrusting into her. He was being rough this time, her body was rocking violently in time with his thrusts, but boy did it feel good.
He pushed her head down, into the mattress, her entire body was pressed down, her ass hiked up into the air. But somehow there was less pressure on the mattress? Her breaths came fast as she realized he was using his powers, levitating behind her as he pumped in and out of her.
"That's a good girl," he said, slapping her ass. She almost jumped but managed to remain still. "Stay just as daddy placed you," he said and she tried not to move an inch of her as he fucked her relentlessly, slapping her ass periodically, a test of her obedience.
"Yes, daddy," she moaned, muffled against the mattress. The heat of her face and mouth up against the mattress made her feel his every thrust in her head as well, leaving her lightheaded. She moaned helplessly as he fucked her, her reddened ass stung in an enjoyable burn.
"Is my good girl going to come for daddy, again?" he asked, gripping her ass cheek hard and she let out a muffled scream as she came, almost on command. He laughed, the gratified sound of it bouncing off the walls of the bedroom. He continued, laughing as he pumped in and out of her.
She barely felt him change position again, throwing her on her back, bending her in half, dragging her to the edge of the bed before he was fucking her again.
"Do you like that, Marian?" he asked. "Do you like when daddy's rough with you?" he asked.
"Yes," she muttered, trapped in pure ecstasy. She hadn't come down from her last climax, instead the contact stimulation, the unrelenting nature of his attentions, only added to her pleasure. "Yes, daddy. Please fuck me however ya want," she whispered.
"Good girl," he grunted, doing just that, pounding into her again and again. Marian's eyes fluttered closed as she stayed in that state of sweet surrender. "Do you want daddy's seed?" he asked.
"Yes, daddy," she answered instantly. "I want your seed inside of me. Please daddy, come inside of me. Give me your seed. I- I need it," she muttered.
"Perfect, little girl," he praised, buckling against her. "Then my seed you shall have," he said, coming, violently, buckling against her body, gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her skin.
A short while later, Rogue laid on the bed beside Magneto, his warm arms wrapped around her, holding her as they both recovered from their enjoyable encounter. His seed and her juices spilled out of her, leaking over both of them. She couldn't care less.
"Marian?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes, sir?" she asked.
"We both need to leave soon. The question is where are we going," he said and Rogue lifted herself up to glance into his eyes. He reached up and took hold of her cheek, she leaned into his hold. God, how she missed her daddy. "I offer you a choice, Marian," he said, stroking her cheek.
"I kinda got the feeling you don't usually give people options," she said, stating her observation, stalling for time.
"You would be correct, Rogue, in that assumption," he said.
"Thank you, daddy," she said, honeying her voice. He chuckled as he slapped her ass. She giggled in response before leaning in for a kiss, the hair in his bread tickling her face as he had tickled a much more sensitive area prior that evening.
"You can come with me to wherever I establish the parliament from which I will command an entire species," he said, his voice so nonchalantly stating his purpose that from anyone else it would have made her burst into a cascade of giggles. But this man said that he was going to rule the world and instead of laughter, she shivered against him. Her response wasn't unnoticed and it earned her another slap on the ass.
"I'll admit," he continued, "the location has yet to be determined. Until it is, privacy will be an issue. You'll have to control that blush," he reprimanded playfully.
"I wanna be a good girl for you, daddy," she said, before biting her bottom lip, unsure of how far he would let them extend their play.
"Of that I am assured, Marian," he said huskily, bringing their lips together again. She sighed contentedly against him. "Your other option is, I will dispatch you to the Brotherhood's New York tactical cell. You'll stay here and wreak a little havoc," he said, a devilish glint in his eyes. She kinda liked the sound of that.
"Until you deliver us to the promised land of milk and honey," she said.
"Indeed," he grinned, confirming they wouldn't be parted forever.
"I wanna be useful to you, Magneto. More than just this. I wanna-"
"Be of service," he said, finishing her thought, rubbing her cheek again.
"Yeah," she said, before her eyes shifted away from his. "I'll stay in New York," she answered, meeting his eyes.
"That's daddy's girl," he said pleased, before pulling her in for another kiss. He pulled back a moment later, a look of contemplation in his face.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Did I make the wrong choice?" she asked, anxious.
"No, no, girl, you've done precisely what I've hoped you would," he said.
"Then why do ya got such a sour expression on your face?" she asked, boldly reaching up with her left hand, her fingers dancing around the edges of his mouth, almost playing with his beard, enjoying the texture of his hair against her fingertips.
"The last time we engaged in this sort of play, I did not possess all of my memories, I was not whole. There is another," he said.
"Another what, daddy?" she asked.
"Woman, Marian. My heart, girl, technically speaking, belongs to another," he said.
"Oh," she said, not exactly disheartened more- Neither of them had known that last time and she didn't know that until now. "Sir, am I gonna havta fight someone?" she asked and he left out a howling laugh, pulling his head back.
"You'd lose, Marian," he told her, still laughing. He wouldn't say that lightly.
"Well, is she the jealous type?" she asked next.
"Typically no. We've both taken lovers in our times apart," he answered. An open relationship, she'd heard of those. Her momma called those people hippies and beatniks. She thought it sounded sexy.
"Is she the type who'd wanna play with daddy's good girl?" she asked and she watched his eyes flare with amusement.
"She just might, Marian," he answered, huskily as Rogue kept her eyes on him, wondering what he'd do to her next. Glancing down she saw he was hard again and she didn't think he'd leave himself unattended, not while she was there. The smirk that permeated his face told her she was correct and he padded his lap.
"You want me on top?" she asked surprised but almost giddy at the thought. He chuckled, as he lifted a finger up and spun it around. "Oh," she giggled and she straddled his lap, facing away from him. She lifted her hips up and took hold of his cock, guiding it inside of her. As she moved to sit on him fully, she gasped as he took hold of her wrists; but not with his hands, metal wrapped around them and pulled them above her head. Her breaths were coming fast.
"Relax, Marian, daddy's got you," he uttered as she heard him settling on the bed beneath her. And she tried to calm her breathing as she felt metal encircle her hips, forming in the grooves of her body: the metal was cold against her skin, a lovely contrast to how overheated she felt sitting on his engorged member. She took a deep breath, her limbs shaking slightly against his restraints. "Considering it further," he said, his hand reaching up to grip the back of her head, "as long as you can remember your place," he said, tugging her hair roughly, "I think Mystique will adore you," he said.
"Yes, daddy," she moaned, surrendering to him and whatever he was about to do to her. "I don't wanna cause ya any trouble," she added.
"You're a rogue, you were born to cause mischief," he stated proudly as she felt the metal against her hips and encasing her hands and wrists be pulled upwards and then downward, causing her to fuck him from- no, no, he was certainly fucking her. "What you need, Marian, is a guiding hand," he said, his fingers gripping her hair tightly.
"Yes, daddy," she cried out, loud moans escaping her as she was maneuvered off and on his cock. "Please guide me," she called out. She felt him lift himself off the mattress, sitting up behind her until his lips were on her neck, biting into her shoulder. His free hand snaked around her body and took hold of left breast, squeezing it hard as her wet pussy was pumped off and on his cock. "Please," she muttered breathlessly. "Please daddy."
"What fun we're going to have in my promised land. This is only the beginning. Fight for me, Rogue. Be my instrument and we'll watch the world rightly tremble against the might of Homo-Superior," he said, his lips now against her ear.
"Yes, daddy. Yes, Magneto," she cried, her moans growing louder and louder the longer his cock entered and exited her wet pussy. "Yes, I will, I promise," she cried. "I serve you, Magneto. Let me be your instrument. Please daddy, let me be of service," she panted, the words coming out of her short bursts. God, she was wet and he felt amazing inside of her. And she was- And she was-
"That's it, Marian. Come for me again, pretty girl," he ordered and she shook all over, letting out a loud drawn out moan. It wasn't long after that, that his grunts matched hers, his seed was spilled within her, dripping out of her and over her thighs.
Later that evening, Magneto stood in front of Blob, Toad and a number of other Brotherhood members as he introduced Rogue to the tactical cell she was joining. The girl was now adorned in a green jumpsuit he had fashioned with magnetic fibers. The material hugged her curves in a way reminiscent of the metal he had used to fuck her earlier that evening. And he had to agree with Marian, green certainly was her color.
A small part of him was still nagging at him, calling himself a hypocrite. The grief he'd given Charles when he'd taken lovers as young as Emma Frost. But this girl, she felt different and honestly he could blame it all on Xavier. He'd never met Marian under these circumstances. He'd never had taken her to bed as he had. But the deed had been carried out, twice over. It seemed silly to draw such an arbitrary line now.
The girl did well as they departed each other's company, there was no hint of anything else between them other than Commander and Soldier. She contained her blush well and he almost wondered if it was a mistake not to take her with him after all.
Alas, the orders were issued, and though he saw a sense of regret on the girl's expression, Magneto departed alone.
Chapter Notes:
Hey Folks, with the end of this chapter were past the events of Ultimate X-Men # 25