Jean Grey, the fiery-haired founding X-Man, had freshly arrived from the past, her tight green and white form-fitting jumpsuit costume hugging her curves in all the right places. Quentin Quire, a rebellious young X-Man with a big ego and short pink hair, couldn't help but notice. His eyes lingered on her, his mind racing with thoughts that were anything but innocent.
During a training exercise, Quentin seized the opportunity to make his move. He grabbed Jean, pulling her close, and planted a passionate kiss on her lips. He could sense telepathically that she was enjoying it, her mind a whirlwind of desire. Encouraged, he groped her breasts and butt, his hands roaming over her body with a hunger that was almost palpable. She pushed him away but he grinned at her thoughts and watched her blush bright red with embarrassment.
Later that night, Quentin couldn't get Jean out of his mind. He knew she was a powerful telepath, but he was too consumed by lust to care. He sneaked into her room, his heart pounding in his chest. He found her asleep, her body relaxed and vulnerable. He woke her up with a gentle shake, his intentions clear.
Jean's eyes fluttered open, confusion giving way to understanding. She didn't protest as Quentin tied her hands behind her back and gagged her. He positioned her on her knees, her ass in the air, and pulled her hair back as he entered her from behind. He laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down Jean's spine.
Quentin's thrusts were hard and fast, his dick pounding into Jean's pussy with a force that left her gasping for breath. He reached around to fondle her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples into hard peaks. He could feel her pussy tightening around his dick, her orgasm building.
Jean's mind was a blur of pleasure and pain. She could feel Quentin's dick filling her up, his thrusts sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel his hands on her breasts, his fingers pinching and teasing her nipples. She could feel his laughter, his ego, his desire. And she loved it.
Quentin's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more frantic. He could feel his orgasm building, his dick throbbing with each thrust. He pulled Jean's hair harder, his laughter filling the room. He could feel her pussy tightening around his dick, her orgasm imminent.
With a final thrust, Quentin came, his dick spilling into Jean's pussy. He could feel her orgasm, her pussy pulsing around his dick as she came. He pulled out, his dick slick with their combined juices. He untied Jean's hands and removed her gag, a smug smile on his face.
Jean collapsed onto the bed, her body spent. She could feel Quentin's cum dripping out of her pussy, a reminder of their shared pleasure. She looked at Quentin, her eyes filled with desire. "Again," she whispered, her voice hoarse.
Quentin laughed, his ego inflated. He had fucked Jean Grey, a founding X-Man and a powerful telepath. And she had enjoyed it. He climbed onto the bed, his dick already hardening at the thought of another round. He positioned himself between Jean's legs, his dick poised at her entrance.
"Your wish is my command," he said, a wicked grin on his face. And with that, he thrust into Jean, her pussy welcoming him with a tight embrace. He fucked her hard and fast, his dick pounding into her pussy with a force that left her gasping for breath. He reached down to rub her clit, his fingers working her into a frenzy.
Jean's orgasm hit her like a wave, her pussy pulsing around Quentin's dick as she came. She could feel his dick throbbing inside her, his orgasm imminent. With a final thrust, Quentin came, his dick spilling into Jean's pussy once again.
They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined. Quentin's ego was still inflated, his laughter filling the room. Jean's mind was still a blur of pleasure and pain, her body spent. They had fucked, and it had been everything he had hoped for and more. "Same again tomorrow night, Red," he teased as he left. He heard the smile in her thoughts as he shut the door behind him.