AN: This is an upload of an older story i put in my archiveofourown account here is the link for it: /works/790393/chapters/1504063#main
it was a request for harem lemon I did a while ago, a new thing for me to try out and work on.
read and review thanks!
Blind folded, barefoot and holding out a samurai sword, Scott listened carefully.
He detected the softest rushing of feet.
Twirling around, he plunged his blade up, clashing with the long silver blade of another, an auburn-haired girl in a white uniform clanging a white-handled samurai sword down upon him.
Twisting his arm around his back, Scott met another blow with the edge of his sword and parred. The impact reverberated through the two blades.
A ninja landed behind him, striking his blade with hers. She wore tight black strips of flexible material, her legs bare and toned, a tan sheen glossing her every sinew.
Her long, purple pony tail whipped behind her as she jumped up, flexibly twisting her pelvis and rotating her legs to kick the brown-haired man in the face. He fell back, grunting, and the other girl knocked his sword out of his hand.
Putting a foot down on the man's bare sweaty chest, Colleen Wing, the auburn haired girl in white angled her long, gleaming sword down, the sharp point held against his sturdy chin.
Psylocke twisted her ninja blade down, cutting his blind fold cloth off with a flick of her wrist and swipe of the sleek metal.
Speaking coyly, Colleen asked, "What should we do with him? Defenseless, weaponless Cyclops, the mighty warrior at our feet."
"Don't get carried away, if you even try to cut me I can open my eyes," he said fearfully, fully aware that they were playing with real swords.
He heard metal clatter to the dojo's ground when Betsy dropped her weapon and came up to his laying body.
She kneeled before his head and touched his closed eyelids gently, and coaxed, "We wouldn't dare, Scott. Seems like you are in our mercy for the hour though, if you'd like your glasses back… We wouldn't want to deprive of you of the wonderful visions you're about to see."
The telepathic ninja sent a flash of what she had in mind through his head, startling the leader, who tensed, "Oh no…This no sight thing was a bad idea…You girls aren't serious…are you?"
Slipping the ruby glasses she had kept hostage in her belt, on his face, Psylocke pulled him up to a sitting position and ripping off the black strips of cloth around her thighs, bound his wrists together tightly.
Scott cried, "Oh ffff-…" Another black strip was tied around his mouth, gagging him.
Betsy took some pleasure in pulling the knots close hard and fast.
Scott watched as Betsy walked over to Colleen who stood before him triumphantly, as he sat bound and gagged on the floor, shirtless and wearing white training pants.
The purple haired beauty unzipped Colleen's white jumper, allowing the tall, sultry, Eurasian, samurai-trained girl to step out, in nothing but a white thong. Her brown hair tinted with red, voluminously bounced as she stepped up to him, swinging her blade at him.
With a tear, she removed his pants and under garments so he was left sitting bare back on the polished wood floor.
She pushed him back against the floor with her toes and held the blade up to his face, "Now touch me."
Crawling atop him, she began to kiss him from his hard stomach to his muscled pecs, her own hard and tight body sliding against his bare skin.
She moved her kisses up and trailed them along his ears, then, slowly lifting his gag, kissed his rigid lips.
Betsy came behind him and cut the bonds from his wrists, seeing that he was being cooperative.
Tentatively, his hand found her waist and moved up, exploring Colleen's firm body.
Sliding his palms down her back, his hands tightened around her smooth butt and shoved her against his lengthening hard on as he slowly pushed his hips up and down against her.
He released a groan, massaging her behind in his hands.
Spilling her lush chest against his heaving pectorals, Colleen teased, "You want this don't you?"
Trailing his hot lips up her collarbone, he nodded feverishly. Colleen sat back on his lap as he remained reclined on the floor.
Betsy crawled on top of him, from above his head, so she was facing Colleen, on all fours, and leaned down against his body, her hands meeting his hard on.
He stared down as her supple rear end faced him, curved up sexily in the air as she dipped down, enclosing her mouth on the head of his manhood, her hands wrapped around the base.
All that was separating him from her ass were the strips of ninja cloth she wore.
Unraveling the black cloth, Scott tore into her exposed womanhood with a finger, bringing his head up to penetrate her with his tongue at the same time as his finger.
She gasped around his dick, and Colleen grasped his shaft, so four pairs of hands were massaging every inch of his long, sloping manhood.
Scott lightly bit on her mound, growling furiously, sucking and licking her pussy out.
Her womanhood rocked against his face, getting wetter and wetter.
Taking his quivering head out of her mouth, Betsy pulled away from Scott's face and stood up, wiping her mouth, "We'll be back luv."
Colleen slowly stood up, her body shimmying up and she grinned mischievously, stretching a chain out between her hands.
Scott panted, "Where did you get that?"
Putting a black mask with a zipper for a mouth over Scott's head and chaining him up against a stone dungeon wall, they both kissed his cheek, on opposite sides and walked away, into the darkness.
Scott hung against the cold slimy wall, naked and sweating, hot and flustered with a throbbing arousal that needed immediate attention.
A whip cracked, echoing in the dungeon.
Torches dimly flickered, melting hot wax onto his bare skin, sizzling against the hot, sweat-slicked flesh.
A beautiful woman, a beautiful fury about her appeared before him, a long black whip in hand, and a similar fetish mask on her head, her entrancing large green eyes looking out from eye holes and her plush red lips sneering at him endearingly.
Those familiar lips, that plume of gorgeous red hair…
He stuttered, "What the fuck…Jean?"
"You wish, maggot," she spat out from the black leather mask with zippers.
Her body, encased in tight black leather lingerie, and a rich gray mink sat on her bare shoulders. A black petticoat tightened around her slim waist showed off her figure in the flickering torch light.
Her legs were bare and in heeled black boots that looked dangerous in themselves.
"Maddie…How did I get here...Emma?!"
His blonde teammate stood in shadows behind Maddie, observing rather crossly, pouting and holding back a scowl. She told him, "You're asleep Scott, we're both sleeping, and I'm right next to you right now. I thought I'd do a little mental digging when you're like this, and induce some of your deepest wildest fantasies…"
"Yes, and we're all here, Scott, all the women you were with when you thought your beloved Jean was dead." Pryor grinned wickedly.
A girl with blonde bangs wearing nothing but a ragged cropped white shirt and cut off shorts came up to Maddie's right flank followed by Colleen.
Shooting Maddie a glare, Emma continued, "Ahem, before I was rudely interrupted by that Goblin woman, I find it funny how many layers I have to get rid of and the complexes I had to go through before I could reach your uninhibited fantasies… Should I worry that I'm not in them?"
Hanging his head, his arms suspended from the chains, Scott sighed, "You're right here, Emma. Are you seriously just going to watch this all night? This is lucid torture."
Emma folded her arms and bitterly smiled, "Commence."
Maddie moved in front of Emma, blocking her from view and slashed at Scott's chest with the whip. The pain seared, feeling very real.
It left a shiny red line on his skin.