You turn away to pursue your ultimate goal of the White Queen. ‘Maybe later.’ You remark in regards to Ms. Pryde. However as you turn, a sense of fear overcomes you as you find yourself face to face with a fellow Scott Summers.
“Code Rrr…” He tries to warn the others but you have already disabled all the muscles in his jaw.
Scott fires a powerful burning concentrated beam out of his eyes that sends you flying across the hall. The wall cracks as you make a hard impact, at the same time your body has reverted to your true likeness. Before you can get back on your feet, another beam comes racing towards you. This time you are prepared.
A flick of your wrist and the beam does a quick turn in a full arch heading right back to its source. The force of the beam hits Cyclops in the stomach and sends him flying as it had you. He lays on the ground holding his stomach, his expression one of great pain.
“I’m sorry but…I NEED TO SURVIVE!” You yell with a hint of sorrow in your voice.
You stretch out your arm and an eerie white glow engulfs your forearm. You concentrate your force until a small black void forms above the downed Cyclops. The Void takes on a life of its own as its gravity begins to suck in everything near the black sphere. Scott is pulled in along with a lamp and picture frame before you Close your fist and the void implodes, releasing a blinding white light with its disappearance.
“So I guess I can make black holes…cool.” You say to yourself.
“What’s going on out here?” A female voice asks.
You look up and see the sensual Emma Frost, the blonde beauty with piercing blue eyes that said you couldn’t handle her in bed if you tried, her lips full and glossy, her teeth as white as her outfit, her skin smooth, sexy and although not too dark, it was tan enough to perfectly contrast with her all white ensemble. She walks up to you in her trademark white corset, accompanied by a pure white matching boots that reached up to her knees. A tiny piece of fabric covered her vagina and you couldn’t wait to see the thong from behind. You are right to imagine that it wouldn’t cover anything; it is simply a thin white string that runs up her ass with a tiny v shaped piece of fabric at the top to run around her waist and meet the other miniscule scrap of fabric covering her pussy.
‘This place is a school?’ You think to yourself.
Emma’s eyes open wide and she steps back, away from you.
‘She must have read my mind’ you conclude. Your body seems to have a mind of its own as you fall to your knees and feel your hands glue to the floor.
<You are not going to touch ME!> An angry but still sexy female voice says in your head. <Even if that means I disable the part of your brain that sends signals to your hands.>
<Wanna bet?> You say back in the same fashion.
To Emma’s horror you stand up without any effort.
“How?” She screams at you. “I’m a level ten psychic! No one can resist my influence!” She continues yelling.
“Oh Yeah…” You reply.
Emma then loses control of her body as she is pushed down and spread over a long desk. Her ass hesitantly sticks into the air and Emma has no control over the things happening to her. You position yourself behind her, you shove your crotch against her backside and place your hands on her naked hips. Leaning down to her ear, you whisper.
“Is this how you like it your Highness?”
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