Chapter 8
Jean and Harry followed the Alpha team back to Weapon-X Headquarters and waited until the Beta team was returned to their cells as well. The couple watched as Beta team was returned to their cells. Harry and Jean studied the jailed mutants that had helped to capture the X-Men. There was a mutant named the Juggernaut who was really tough to stop once he built up momentum and had one incredibly thick hide. A young woman with brown hair and a white stripe of hair for bangs named Rogue shared a cell with Juggernaut. Rogue's power was being able to drain powers and temporarily copying those powers along with some memories from another mutant with her mere touch. She couldn't control that power so had never enjoyed physical intimacy after her ability had emerged.
"Poor girl," Jean commented. "That would be a terrible power to be unable to control. I think I would go mad if you were unable to take care of my needs."
"I think I could nullify her ability if the need arose or suppress it is a better term I guess," Harry assured. "She is just going to love you then," Jean pointed out.
"We will wait until Wolverine has healed up and then we will have ourselves a jail break," Harry suggested while several soldiers drug a charred Wolverine into the cell block.
The feral mutant had been captured with copious use of napalm or so the mutant known as Sabertooth said as he taunted the X-Men. Sabertooth was a poor man's version of Wolverine with sharp claws and a less efficient healing factor. The slower healing factor was the reason Sabertooth had never received the Adamantium upgrade.
"I will start filling Scott in on the plan now but the others I think I will wait on. Bobby can't keep his mouth shut," Jean announced.
Meanwhile Harry had Lily taking control of Weapon-X Headquarters' computer systems. The bio-net AI was copying the organization's database which was on a separate network than the main S.H.I.E.L.D. archives. There were a lot of black ops missions reports that were above the President's pay grade or so the back room committees that ran the organizations thought.
"Love, it would appear Logan has a tracking device in his colon," Harry amusedly informed his mate. Jean was silent for several moments before replying, "I don't even want to know how he got that in there. I
can't scan his mind to find out its purpose with the mental defenses he has. But I could always ask him."
"I will find out," Harry replied after several moments of thought. Jean suddenly sensed a telepathic probe from her mate glide towards Wolverine's cell. The redhead barely sensed the probe because it was so stealthy. Jean had her suspicions confirmed. Her boyfriend was a telepath and a powerful one at that. Within seconds the mage knew what Wolverine had been up to. "He contacted the Brotherhood."
"You are kidding me," Jean replied.
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"Nope...but with Magneto out of the picture Wanda and Pietro can probably handle keeping their ilk in line,"
Harry pointed out.
Moments later the power went out.
"It looks like they are here," Jean pointed out.
"Get away...get away," the bigoted guards barked at the now free mutants. "Just because the power went out doesn't mean I can't detonate your neural implants."
"You can't do that if the implants are no longer in their heads," Harry rebutted as he and Jean faded into sight with the superhero holding a handful of neural implants which had been teleported out of the mutants.
Harry crushed the explosive implants to dust by closing his fists.
"You have great timing, Harry," a familiar voice said from the doorway behind the stunned guards.
Wanda and Pietro stood in front of several members of the Brotherhood of Mutants.
"I could say the same about you, Wanda," Harry responded before several guards behind the Brotherhood opened fire with automatic weapons.
All hell broke loose at that moment. Soldiers poured in from other parts of the base and started firing without hesitation. The mutants responded.
"Cornelius and Maxim are heading for helicopters to try to escape," Harry sent to Jean. "I don't think so," the redhead replied as she tore through the ceiling of the chamber the mutants were
fighting in and headed for the roof.
Harry followed his girlfriend and arrived on the roof to see her dismantling the helicopters on the nearby landing pad with telekinesis. Bolts turned out of their threads as if being loosened with air ratchets. The rotor blades fell off first followed by the skids falling off and causing the choppers to roll onto their sides. Maxim and Cornelius had called for backup but so far S.H.I.E.L.D. was slow in responding.
"It looks like Wolverine could use a hand," Jean pointed out. Wolverine and Sabertooth were in the nearby woods fighting. It appeared as if Sabertooth had finally gotten Adamantium upgrades. "Should we help?"
"I suppose we might as well," Harry mused before pointing at Sabertooth and flicking his wrist skyward.
Sabertooth shot skyward and disappeared within seconds. Jean stared at her boyfriend in amazement. He had been helping her secretly with her telekinetic powers but she would find it quite difficult to do what he had just done nonchalantly from such a distance. The couple turned to the courtyard of the Weapon-X HQ and saw that the mutants had herded their torturers into the main block of the building. Colossus stood between two of the support columns getting ready to collapse the building. Harry and Jean each amplified the effect of the strength Colossus was putting into the columns and jerked the organic steel skinned mutant out from under the falling building before he was crushed. A blue skinned Beast burst out of the building moments before it came crashing down with Xavier thrown over his shoulder. Xavier looked to be unconscious but for the most part unharmed.
"Let's get out of here before S.H.I.E.L.D. shows up," Harry declared before activating the teleporter.
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All of the mutants present were relocated to the institute moments later. "Thanks for the assist, Wanda," Harry told the Scarlett Witch. "No problem," Wanda replied. "Have fun dealing with Xavier when he wakes up," Pietro suggested with a smirk. As the Brotherhood departed Scott said, "Shit, he is right. The Professor is going to freak."
"Let me handle the Professor," Jean suggested. "Just stick to the story that the building collapsed after we made our escape and disabled our kidnappers. I have already planted that false story on the surface of your minds."
"And I will make sure Xavier doesn't look too deeply into the incident," Harry promised his mate as Lily used the nanites already implanted into Xavier for just such an occasion to ensure he wouldn't be looking too closely at the memories of his students pertaining to the time they made their escape from Weapon-X Headquarters.
New York, Waterfront...
Harry, Gwen, and MJ materialized on the dock less than a minute after the gunshots were fired via his orbiting teleportation system but by that time they already found the shooter attempting to get the victim's seven year old daughter out of their car using his head. The criminal known as Hammerhead smashed his Adamantium reinforced skull through the side window of the car and was reaching for the terrified child.
"Let's get this over with," Hammerhead said as he reached for the girl, intending to kill her because she was a witness to his murdering her mother and her mother's boyfriend.
A web line shot forth from Harry's palm and latched onto Hammerhead. With a jerk from the powerful sorcerer's arm Hammerhead was ripped from the car back towards the superhero. Spider-Man caught the murderer by the throat with barely any effort. Hammerhead choked and flailed as he struggled to breathe. A quick scan of Hammerhead's mind revealed that this situation was the result of a diamond sale gone wrong. The girl's mother and the woman's boyfriend were down on their luck people attempting to sell diamonds from a parent's estate which weren't supposed to be sold due to legal tie-ups. Unfortunately the family couldn't afford to wait. Hammerhead hadn't liked the asking price so had simply shot the couple dead.
"The girl's name is Susan," Harry informed his mates as he walked towards the waterfront while dragging the murderer who was turning red and purple from being choked.
"Hello Susan," MJ greeted soothingly as she approached the wrecked car and the terrified little girl. "Do you know who I am?"
"Regenerate," Susan whispered in relief as she recognized the heroine. "Can you help my mommy?"
"We will in a few seconds, Susan. First Spider-Man just has to make sure the bad man can't hurt anyone else. What do you have here?" MJ asked as she pulled the girl free from the car and crouched with Susan on her knee, careful to block the bodies further up the pavement from the girl's sight with her body while using
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the car to block the sight of Hammerhead being drowned by her boyfriend and best friend.
A few moments later it was a different sight MJ was blocking the child from seeing as Gwen helped their boyfriend coax out the potion which would heal Susan's mother and boyfriend.
"Susan," Beth Stramos said suddenly as she sat up after her wounds had healed.
"Your daughter is fine," Gwen assured.
"Where is Hammerhead?" Beth's boyfriend Richard asked as he sat up.
"No longer able to hurt anyone," Harry answered grimly. "Now we need to talk about why you thought it was a good idea to try to sell diamonds to someone like Hammerhead."
Harry decided to help Beth and her daughter out. Richard was the one who had convinced Beth to try to sell the diamonds. He was kind of a sleazebag. A little mental programming from the telepathic sorcerer and Richard was a whole new man who would strive to protect his girlfriend and her daughter. Richard would also work hard to provide for the two females. Richard would be given a job at the Daily Bugle since Spider- Man owned most of the company. After the two heroines made sure the trio got home safely and had enough funds to survive comfortably until Richard began receiving his Bugle paychecks Harry went about cleaning up the docks, removing any sign that a crime had taken place. Anybody who might have heard the shots was deterred from investigating by the wizard's magics.
Deadly crimes like this one were averted in the same fashion all over New York ever since Spider-Man began stepping up his game. Homicide detectives were finding a peaceful lull in the use of their skills.
"How many actually stayed dead?" Jean asked her boyfriend after he had returned from dealing with a crisis in the Japanese financial district.
Harry sat in a love seat and shot out a web-line to pull his red haired lover into his lap. The Brotherhood had resumed their attacks on what they called human bases of power and corruption. Wanda and Pietro were getting a lot of pressure from the more radical members of the Brotherhood to resume attacks. Harry had taken a glance in Wanda's mind and found she didn't really want to resume attacks but had gone along with Pietro and the rest of the radicals.
"Three men were all that MJ, Gwen, and I didn't revive. It turns out those three have been robbing pensioners of millions over the past several months. We repaired the damage so it is almost as if the attack never happened," Harry explained.
"And the Brotherhood got their point across," Jean suggested.
"Yes, well Xavier seems to be getting his point across to. He has been having little meetings with Wanda and Pietro in places they declare neutral territory in an effort to change their mind. I believe he has convinced the Brotherhood to start using the media to expose human corruption schemes instead of carrying out deadly attacks. It is actually a pretty good idea. The media tries to turn mutants into villains to the public. Showing that there are plenty of human villains might just do some good. He who casts the first stone and all that," Harry mused.
Jean lay on her boyfriend with her head back between his shoulder and the side of his face lazily stroking his
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hair with her left hand while her right rested against his chiseled bicep. His arms were wrapped around her while his hands massaged her toned abs and sides slowly.
"Did you hear what Bobby got caught doing?" Jean queried. "What did he do now?" Harry asked with a sigh.
"Storm discovered that Bobby had drilled a hole through her wall and fed a spy cam he got off the net through that hole. He was trying to spy on her changing," Jean explained with a smile.
"Oh boy I bet that didn't go over well," the sorcerer said. "Storm created a miniature storm in Bobby's colon," Jean replied which caused her mate to wince.
At that moment the couple both sensed a very troubled and drunk Colossus return to the mansion. Jean couldn't help but try to figure out why the Russian was troubled. A quick scan of his thoughts made her gasp with dismay.
"It seems the Professor is finally starting to reveal his plans to the others," Harry declared. "Or at least he is revealing one of his plans."
"I know you told me he was alive and the Professor seems to want to rehabilitate Magneto but I didn't think he would be foolish enough to ever contemplate removing the block on Magneto's memories," Jean explained the reason for her dismay.
"Charles Xavier is incredibly arrogant and likes to play god. I know his type. He will continue to try to rehabilitate Magneto even if the madman kills millions more. The world will come to see Xavier for what he really is in time. Meanwhile we will continue to erase the scars Magneto and other murderers attempt to inflict upon humanity," Harry reassured his girlfriend.
Jean turned her head and stared up into the bright green eyes of her lover. Those eyes held such intelligence and wisdom that Jean couldn't help but feel reassured. His eyes also held love and passion which Jean knew was directed at her and his other girlfriends. His lips descended upon hers and she moaned approvingly into the kiss. More than anything she just wanted to reaffirm her love with him through their telepathic connection and with physical intimacy. The ancient warlock would happily grant his mate's wish.
London
"Have you read the Professor's little book yet, Storm?" Jean asked her friend as she and the weather witch skated down the streets of London on roller blades.
Harry easily kept pace with the two beauties on his own pair of blades.
"Yeah right," Storm replied. "I saw the chapter title describing a mutant alternative to boom-and-bust economics and went straight back to Cosmo and People Magazine."
"You can't credit Cosmo for getting the X-Men out of school for an eight week promotional tour my friend," Jean pointed out. "And People never brought us to London. I have wanted to go shopping in Carnaby Street ever since I saw Austin Powers."
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Harry smiled at his girlfriend and informed her as he skated beside her with ease, weaving in and out of sidewalk traffic with spider power provided grace, "We can go there whenever you want. I will buy you anything you desire."
"Isn't he just the greatest?" Jean asked her friend while sending her affection to her mate telepathically. "Yeah, he is," Storm agreed quietly, thinking the couple couldn't hear her.
Harry had heard Storm and knew she was attracted to him. He was slowly seducing her, letting her desire build up so much that by the time they finally acted upon their attraction she would be incredibly hot for him. Storm might even end up jumping her spider-powered friend.
"Don't worry Storm my dear," Harry said suavely. "I have a very large...bank account," the mage assured suggestively. "I can afford to splurge on you too. Just be sure to buy something tight that shows off what you have. I expect at least one dance tonight when we go out."
After shivering at the suggestive tone the superhero was using, Storm replied, "Deal."
The Ritz the next day...
"Well class...your forty-eight hour deadline is up. Let's take a look at the morning papers and see how your international efforts were reported in the national papers," Xavier suggested at breakfast.
"Why do you even bother, professor? Your little golden boy Cyclops always wins and we all know it. He follows your rules to the letter. Jean and Storm took out an Irish terrorist cell but because they used lethal force you don't give them credit. Those three," Harry said while pointing to Ice-Man, Colossus, and Wolverine, "broke up an international heroin dealing ring. Cyclops and Beast took out some muggers. The first two problems are on a whole other level of evil. But you choose not to acknowledge true evil. If you will excuse me your little manipulations and attempts at making these fine students feel bad don't sit right with me."
Harry stood and left the room, leaving the others speechless. "He has a point," Storm declared. "Yeah, I didn't drop out of regular school to become a social worker," Bobby pointed out.
"I hope none of you will forget that we are currently trying to ingratiate ourselves with humans and killing their kind with ease won't exactly do that," Xavier rebutted. "Gaining the trust of homo sapiens is key to our agenda, my X-Men. Phase three was designed to promote pacifist alternatives to traditional human problems. Don't give them any new reason to hate us."
Harry was listening in on this little meeting even though he had physically left and was sickened by Xavier's manipulations. Despite his dislike for Xavier, Harry stuck close to Jean and Storm because he was there for them. When the X-Men arrived at a lecture hall Xavier was to lecture at that night, hundreds of humans gathered outside. Many sported signs which expressed hatred directed towards mutants. Harry was prepared to ignore the hatred for the most part until a Molotov cocktail was thrown towards himself and his companions.
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Faster than the mortals watching could follow Spider-Man leapt into the air and caught the flaming bottle of alcohol. A web-line connected with the man who had just attempted to set Harry and his friends on fire. The hate filled mortal was pulled into the superhero's grasp. Harry slammed the hater down on the roof of the limo the X-Men had arrived in, pulled down his pants, and shoved the burning bottle neck into the man's ass before webbing it in place. As the man died screaming with burning alcohol filling his bowels Harry casually stood and leapt off the car. The crowd fell silent in horror with the only sound being the man dying messily aided by a bit of Harry's magic.
The warlock's magically enhanced voice cut across the silence, saying, "Those who attempt to harm beings I care about will die messily. Do so at your own peril."
With that Harry turned and took the arms of both Storm and Jean and led them into the lecture hall.
"I cannot believe you just did that given the tone of the book I am here to talk about," Xavier whispered as the group entered the building, seething with rage.
Harry's glare silenced the bald man. Xavier shivered for even he realized it wasn't wise to push the superhero. There was death promised in those powerful eyes.
"I don't understand...why aren't they trying to arrest you, Harry?" Bobby asked as he and the X-Men took seats in the front row of the lecture hall.
"Oh they would like to, Bobby," Jean assured as she scanned the minds that were discussing that very thing outside the building. "But they know they don't have a hope of taking down the guy who KOed the Hulk."
"Good point," Bobby muttered.
The next morning...
"According to the front desk Colossus checked out at 3 AM and took a cab to the airport with an unknown male and female," Jean informed the rest of the X-Men.
"He has gone back to Russia," Harry supplied, Lily informing her creator of the destination of the flight Colossus took.
"What do you make of this, Professor?" Beast asked Xavier. "Colossus has been unusually quiet for the past couple of weeks." There was no response from the bald man who was staring at his phone. "Professor," Beast prompted.
"Could you excuse me for a moment please," Xavier said as he rolled his wheelchair down the hall and answered his phone.
Harry listened in as Xavier answered his phone. "The scramblers are on, Moira. What is the problem?" Xavier prompted.
"What is the problem? God almighty, where do I start," a hysterical woman replied. "The hospital has been trashed. My staff are half-dead. Agents Braddock and Thomas from the British Division of S.H.I.E.L.D. are
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here and are keeping me under house arrest until you get here, Charles. David has escaped!"
St. Petersburg, Russia...
"I can't believe I ever believed that man had a soul," Jean groused as she and her boyfriend materialized from the transporter's grip.
The X-Men had just learned about Charles Xavier's family, a family which he had abandoned in favor of his dreams for mutant pacifism. Xavier had walked out on his son David and wife Moira MacTaggert. The next day his son's mutant powers had manifested. These powers gave David the ability to manipulate reality around him to a limited extent but had a traumatic effect on his body. In short if David used his powers they would eat up and consume his body rapidly. Moira therefore had kept David in a medically induced coma for the next seven years until the teen had escaped the night before.
"You have known for some time his foolishness with Magneto," Harry pointed out.
"I know...I just didn't truly want to believe there was no redemption for the Professor. But now...I see what he really is. He is a monster," Jean declared.
Harry had shown Jean S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files on Xavier after she had found out part of the truth from the man's own mouth. Xavier had met Magneto and practically fallen in love at first sight. Xavier had never met another adult mutant before Magneto. The human wives of both mutants had realized the connection immediately. It was only a matter of time before they were supplanted.
"Colossus is this way," Harry directed his girlfriend to distract her from her dark thoughts.
"This place is freezing," Jean said with a shiver even though she was dressed for the climate. Harry placed his arm around his girlfriend and willed his aura to encase her in warmth. The redhead immediately brightened as the warmth filled her. "You are the best."
"There he is," Harry said as he pointed towards Colossus. Jean and Harry approached the Russian carefully, uncertain of the circumstances of his departure.
"Hello Peter," Jean greeted. "We came to see that you were alright. We were concerned with your abrupt departure."
"I left because I am tired of being ignored, am tired of being underappreciated, and am sick of Xavier's insane pacifist ideas, Marvel Girl," Peter replied.
"Peter, practically everyone at the mansion is a teenager. Teenagers are self absorbed in case you haven't noticed. I am sorry if you felt ignored or underappreciated. As for Xavier's insane ideas...you are absolutely right," Harry assured, surprising the Russian teen.
"That man is a monster," Jean pointed out. "I think most of us are coming to realize that. But he is also one of the strongest telepaths in the world. If we all left him he would just find others to manipulate. Harry and I stick around now to help the others including you. Working as part of the X-Men we can keep Xavier from wreaking massive damage on the world."
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"Someday soon Xavier is going to go get himself killed and we are going to be there to watch," Harry added.
"I don't think I can stand by idly and watch," Colossus replied with a dark expression on his features. "The games he plays trying to redeem mass murderers are sickening. He still has Magneto alive...Magneto!"
Colossus shivered and the two telepaths gained some insight into one major reason for their friend leaving. Magneto could manipulate metal and that included Colossus' bio-steel physiology.
"Colossus...let me tell you about a new suit I have been contemplating for you," Harry began before going into detail about a suit which could block Magneto's ability from being a threat to the Russian.
Colossus was going to contemplate returning to the X-Men after his discussion with Jean and Harry. Meanwhile the couple had a Russian sub to rescue from the bottom of the ocean with sixty-nine sailors trapped onboard. Harry was keeping tabs on the rest of the X-Men remotely via the technology he had implanted on each of them. They were currently in Berlin chasing down leads on Xavier's son David. An attractive British telepath named Betsy Braddock and her partner who worked for the British equivalent of S.H.I.E.L.D. had joined the hunt for David. She and Xavier were getting along famously but that probably had something to do with the fact that Betsy was currently under David's control and pumping information from Xavier about the monster's past. No normal person could remain calm and agreeable with what Xavier was saying over dinner. Harry let Jean listen in on that particular conversation.
"Does it feel strange to be here with your ex-wife like this?" Betsy asked. "Not at all," Xavier assured. "Moira and I have always had a very complicated relationship."
"After seeing you now I have a hard time picture you two ever being married," Betsy observed, David's naivety shining through.
"Oh Moira and I were very much in love for a great many years," Charles assured. "We met when I was taking a post-graduate course in genetics at Glasgow University and were married three weeks later. Of course in those days mutants were pretty much just a rumor. But I knew what I was and together with Moira we pretty much wrote the book on post-human medicine. It was Moira who designed and built the big Cerebro prototype you saw back on Muir Island and we used it to track down any potential patients who needed our help. Boys made of steam and dogs made of ice cream," Xavier said with a wry smile. "We tried to save them all through the nineteen eighties. As you can imagine it wasn't long until another forward thinking individual with an interest in mutant teenagers took notice of us."
"Magneto," Betsy surmised.
"Indeed," Charles confirmed. "I don't know about you but the first time I met another adult mutant was like being hit by a thunderbolt. It felt far, far more powerful than being in love and our human wives knew it. Our eyes were brighter. Our minds were faster. Sometimes we could spend seventy-two straight hours on the phone talking about our ideas for the world. Even poor little David felt alienated when Magneto's twins would visit. This was several years before David's mutant gene was activated. I honestly don't think there was one specific argument which caused me to leave. The drip-drip-drip of silent nights in front of the television set and the growing unease with my own child's scent were part of it. It is monstrous in hindsight but I don't think I even said goodbye the night I left to build our little South Sea Island utopia. But, as everyone knows Magneto and I had a falling out when I discovered his true plans and I was left crippled as a result of that fight. When my investors approached me to fund the school in New York and a second home
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for less fortunate mutants I thought of Moira." "You hired her to assuage your guilt for walking out on your family years before," Betsy suggested.
"Partially, but also because she is the best gene woman in the business and because I wanted to make sure that my chronically ill son had a comfortable home," Charles answered.
"Do you ever feel responsible for the emergence of David's powers since they emerged the day after you left?" Betsy inquired.
"Not really since they were going to emerge regardless. What I do feel bad about is not being there to guide David when I think he needed me most," Charles explained. "I had no shortage of love for my son, you know. Like an owner's love for his pet, sometimes, but it was love none the less, Betsy."
"Charles has figured it out," Harry pointed out as he and Jean stopped listening in on the conversation. "How can you tell?" Jean wanted to know.
"That last statement Charles made...his tone indicates he knows and was goading David into acting. But the rest of it was how he really felt," Harry mused while he and Jean flew over the ocean under telekinetic power, that same telekinesis keeping the rain and harsh weather off of them.
"He's right...what he did and what he is still doing is monstrous," Jean pointed out. "I don't know whether to feel sorry for David or condemn him like I am sure everyone else on the team is."
"Despite how rotten his life has been he has no right to kill as many people as he has. I understand why he is so bitter but that doesn't make what he is doing right," Harry pointed out.
At that moment Harry and Jean touched down on a boat in the Barents Sea hovering over where the sub was lodged on the ocean floor.
"Spider-Man...Marvel-Girl," the Russian Colonel greeted in surprise as the rain poured down over him from the spot he stood looking to where the divers were.
"We thought we might be of some assistance," Harry put forth. "I know you are strong Spider-Man but how can you expect to survive at that depth?" The Colonel asked.
"That is where I come in, Colonel," Jean suggested. "I will enclose us in a telekinetic bubble while Harry moves the sub."
Hope blossomed in the Colonel's eyes as he nodded in understanding. "Alright...you will have British, French, and German divers to back you up," the Colonel suggested.
The couple nodded and then rose into the air once more and disappeared beneath the surface. The pair shot down towards the bottom faster than any divers could. Harry was actually the one maintaining the telekinetic bubble because he had experience manipulating the pressure to account for avoiding the bends. Harry directed a powerful light on the sub which soon came into view. The mage got under the sub and began pushing upwards with the assistance of his telekinesis. Swiftly the sub broke free from where it was lodged and rose towards the surface while angling towards the shore.
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"It always gets me so hot for you to see you doing something so powerful," Jean informed her mate.
Harry grinned as the sub shot towards the shore. He began using his powers to drain the water out of the sub as he went. Someone had tipped off the reporters to the rescue because as he beached the sub and walked out of the ocean with Jean right behind him the reporters swarmed.
"Well, how does it feel to find yourself suddenly the most famous superhero on the face of the planet Spider- Man?" One reporter asked.
"I was already famous. If I am even more famous it doesn't really make much difference to me," the sorcerer pointed out with an easy shrug and a small smile. "Now if you will excuse us we need to go help out some friends."
The couple shot into the air, presumably under the power of Jean's telekinesis. Instead of immediately going after the X-Men, the pair instead used the teleporter to reach the region surrounding Muir Island.
"Jean my dear," Harry began as they reached the region.
"Yes Harry," Jean questioned her boyfriend, curious what he was going to do now.
He hadn't explained why he wanted to come here but she trusted him.
"You are about to see me use some powers I have never displayed before," Harry said.
"I knew you were more powerful than you let on. The others think so too," Jean replied. The others Jean referenced were her man's other mates. "Why do you hide it?"
"I hide my greater array of powers for the same reasons I hid my telepathy. One reason is that the more powers I have hidden from my enemies the easier it is to defeat them. A second reason is that the longer I keep you ladies guessing and put out an air of mystery the longer you will want to stay with me," Harry explained.
"You don't need to worry about that. The mind blowing sex is enough to keep us around," Jean pointed out with a teasing but honest grin. "That and we love you."
"I love you too Jean," Harry assured. "Just how powerful are you?" Jean queried.
Harry wrapped an arm around Jean's waist and gave a roguish grin before phasing between layers of time and space. The couple reappeared in the same location but the sky was no longer stormy. It was also day time.
"Woh...how much time did we just lose?" Jean asked in confusion, realizing it was some time since they had initiated that teleportation.
"None...we gained quite a bit of time," Harry answered, bringing his redheaded vixen up short. "We just jumped back in time?" Jean's incredulity was clear. "You haven't seen anything yet," Harry assured with a grin. "Come on...we have some lives to save."
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Jean watched in amazement as she and her boyfriend arrived on the scene of David Xavier's murders mere moments after the killer had left. She watched as her boyfriend reached out and seemed to phase his hand into the bodies of the corpses and pull away some glowing substance held in his also glowing hand. Harry then seemed to analyze the bodies intently.
"What are you doing?" Jean asked.
"I am scanning their DNA so I can make them new bodies later," Harry explained. Lily was committing the scans to her memory. At Jean's confused look the sorcerer added, "I just extracted their souls before the souls could escape to the afterlife. I will transfer them to cloned bodies later when we return to our time."
Jean was thunderstruck that such a thing was possible. She began to picture many different possibilities for what her boyfriend was. One strong possibility came to mind.
"Are you some kind of god?" Jean asked, only half joking. Harry's laugh set his mate at ease.
"No, but primitive peoples have mistaken my kind for gods eons ago," Harry answered before he and Jean phased to the next murder scene.
"You are not going to tell me anymore are you?" Jean asked, sensing her mate's playfulness. "Not right now, no," Harry affirmed. "Now let's go have a conversation with Moira MacTaggert."
Moira almost dropped her tea as she sipped the hot beverage in her hotel room bathtub as Spider-Man and Marvel Girl appeared in her bathroom without a sound.
"Spider-Man, Marvel Girl," the geneticist practically squeaked while pulling the bubbles up over her breasts.
"No need for modesty, Moira. I suspect if we are to save your son's life you and I are going to have to get a lot more intimately familiar over the coming years," Harry asserted.
"You have a way of saving David...even after all he has done?" Moira asked, all thoughts of modesty vanishing as she sat forward.
Jean was also looking curiously at her mate. Harry waved his hand casually around the room more for show than actually needing to make a gesture. The room suddenly expanded and a nice comfortable love seat appeared in front of the bathtub where there was now plenty of room. Harry sat down and pulled a stunned redhead into his lap.
"Indeed," Harry told the amazed Moira. "As you can see I have some experience with reality manipulating powers."
"You can help David," Moira suggested with renewed hope after that little display.
"Yes, but to help David most effectively you have to understand why he is the way he is. To put it bluntly David blames Charles for everything. David hates Charles with a passion. If David knew how to truly use
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his powers to the fullest right now he could turn this planet to dust. Few beings would be capable of stopping him. Two of them are in this room," Harry explained, surprising Jean just as much as Moira.
"He is that powerful?" Moira asked with concern.
"Yes...I once wiped out an entire alien species with an Empire that spanned dozens of worlds after they had destroyed my Earth," Harry assured. This statement answered a few questions for the two females present but brought up many more. They held their peace though so as to stay on topic. "With how angry he currently is I can see one good solution that won't result in David's death. I have already restored the lives he ended in his escape."
A relieved expression spread over Moira's attractive features. "What is your solution?" Moira queried.
"Quite simply I will transfer David's soul into a younger version of himself to a time before he learned Charles Xavier is his father. David won't remember anything he has learned and you will have to re-raise him. But if you will let me I can be a guiding influence and a father figure for him," Harry suggested.
Moira was silent for several moments before she raised one of her concerns to the gorgeous superhero.
"I am getting up there in years to be raising a toddler and with my infirmity it would be incredibly difficult," Moira pointed out, referring to her need for crutches to walk.
Harry snapped his fingers for effect and a surge of vitality ran through Moira and she suddenly felt better than she had in decades. A mirror appeared before her hovering in the air and she could only gape at her appearance which seemed to be in her mid twenties.
"I can assure you that when you get out of that tub you won't have any trouble walking," Harry added.
Harry wasn't prepared for Moira to leap from the tub soaking wet and leap on him and wrap her arms around his neck before kissing him. Jean was laughing all the while after she had gotten over her shock.
"You wonderful, wonderful man," Moira babbled after drawing back.
"Moira my dear...I generally try to at least go out on a date with a woman before I see her naked," Harry pointed out amusedly with a teasing tone. "You went from really modest to quite immodest rather quickly."
"Oh...yes...oh my," Moira stammered as she suddenly jumped up and grabbed her robe off the door but not before both telepaths saw her cute bum. After tying the robe Moira turned and answered, "I would very much like to take you up on your offer. But why exactly are you doing this?"
"First of all David needs help and I feel he has gotten a raw deal. Without my intervention he would kill thousands. I can tell this for sure. I wish to prevent that. As of now he hasn't permanently harmed anyone. But there is no easy way to repair him mentally after what his powers and Charles have put him through. I can suppress his powers and release them slowly while teaching him how to use them. Also I am quite attracted to you," Harry added. "I was serious about the date."
"But what about your other girlfriends," Moira probed while gesturing towards Jean. "He is too much man for us to handle," Jean answered truthfully. "It takes all of us every day to sate his
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appetites and I suspect he has been holding back."
Harry's sheepish grin was enough of an answer for the two women.
"In that case I would love to go out with you, after we have dealt with David of course," Moira agreed.
"Excellent," Harry said with a grin. The grin disappeared as he seemed to stare off into the distance for a moment. "Shite...it looks like David has made an appearance. Sort of," the mage added with a wince.
"What does that mean?" Moira asked.
"He is in Betsy Braddock's body," Jean answered as she too sensed the distress of the other X-Men.
"Here is something a little more substantial than a bath robe," Harry mused as he changed Moira's clothes. "We are going to where the X-Men are fighting David," the sorcerer warned moments before the teleporter took them away a few streets over from the hotel.
The trio arrived in time to see David sending a brick wall he had just conjured straight down upon Storm. Faster than the others could follow Harry was next to Storm and wrapped her in his arms. The brick wall broke over the mage's form with the aid of a telekinetic barrier. Storm had just enough time to look up at her savior gratefully before he leapt at David. Betsy no longer looked like Betsy with how David had transmuted her figure into some hideous cartoonish form that resembled a demon. Harry had enough Seer talent that he could tell how this scene would have played out over the next few minutes. David would have killed thousands to punish Charles before Betsy gained enough control to keep David in her body and freeze up his powers, allowing Colossus time to crush David with a car.
"Jean, warn Moira of my plan so she isn't alarmed and then help me take out Charles," Harry instructed as he locked eyes with Betsy who was even then regaining some slight control.
"Do it," Betsy sent, realizing Harry's intent or at least thinking she understood.
Instead what happened and what the different parties present perceived were two entirely different things. Harry reached forward and channeled a massive stunner into Betsy-David. Harry also sent out a stunning wave that washed over everyone involved excluding Jean and Moira. Jean and Harry immediately joined telepathic forces and slammed into Charles' mental shields, punching through. Jean aided Harry in rewriting Xavier's memories of the last several minutes. As far as Charles Xavier knew he had just experienced his son kill thousands like David would have without Harry's intervention. Xavier then recalled David being put down by Spider-Man. The X-Men excluding Jean also saw the same thing or would remember such after their memories were altered. They would never question the lack of news about all the deaths.
Harry withdrew from Charles' mind and pulled Betsy and David's soul from Betsy's form. He released Betsy's soul and prodded it with a slight enervate. Betsy would remember the same events as the X-Men for now. Harry could tell she was going to find another form. Betsy also had a body hopping ability but unlike David she chose to acquire a new permanent body in the form of a coma patient that would never otherwise awake from her coma. Betsy's old form was full of problems after David's possession in addition to the tumor in her left breast that had been developing. Lily meanwhile had hijacked any nearby surveillance technology and changed the recordings to reflect what her creator wanted the devices to see.
Harry had the body he had previously prepared for toddler David transported in and placed David's soul inside in front of the amazed eyes of Jean and Moira. The child appeared upset before Harry led David to Moira. Moira scooped her son up with a wide smile and he immediately calmed down.
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"Thank you so much," Moira said to Harry. "But won't Charles ask about him?"
"Jean and I made sure Charles will ignore David's existence completely. It will be like David will be invisible to Charles," Harry explained.
"That way this time around Charles can't hurt David or manipulate him," Jean added as she made a cute face at David and smoothed down his hair.
"You will have to attend David's funeral to keep up appearances but other than that you should be in the clear," Harry pointed out. "Charles will also ignore your apparent change in age as well."
"What about the rest of the X-Men?" Moira queried.
"They will be the same way, unless Harry and I choose to let them know the truth," Jean clarified.
"Brilliant," Moira declared with a smile.
Harry woke the others up. They thought they had been knocked unconscious from the concussive force of Harry dealing the fatal blow to David.
"Jean," Storm projected her thoughts at her friend, knowing the redhead telepath would pick up the mental communication as the group climbed out of the car and headed back into their hotel.
"Yes Storm," Jean replied, her arm around Harry's. "I want to thank Harry for saving my life. Do you mind?" Storm inquired, knowing Jean shared her
boyfriend with several other women and wondering if she would mind sharing with another. With a smirk Jean answered, "Not at all. You are going to be happy you did. But if you really want to thank
him, Harry is an ass man if you know what I mean."
Storm did and felt a flutter of surprise in her stomach before deciding to see how things progressed. Storm's room was next to the one Harry and Jean were sharing. The trio had two rooms on that floor to themselves with the other X-Men being on different floors.
"Harry, could you come into my room for a minute?" Storm requested, not fooling the mage at all with her casual tone.
"Sure Storm," Harry agreed.
"Have fun," Jean projected at her lover.
The second the door was closed Storm pounced on the wizard.
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"I want to show you how much I appreciate you saving my life," Storm purred in Harry's ear while her hands made quick work of freeing his member from his outfit.
Storm sank to her knees and grasped the hard prick standing erect before her. The thick sausage was beautiful to the young woman's gaze and she eagerly sucked the head into her mouth. Storm's tongue began
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to dance around the sorcerer's crown as she suckled on the tip. She tongued his piss slit for a bit before taking more into her hot mouth. A wet suctioning sound filled the room as Storm began to move her head back and forth, swallowing more of Harry's tool with each repeated slide forward her mouth made along his length. Storm cupped the man's testicles and massaged them carefully, knowing just how much pressure to apply from experience. Her eyes gazed up into the green pools of power that stared right back down at her. Storm's snatch was smoldering with heat and nectar and she hadn't even touched it yet. The taste of his pre- cum set a fire of desire within storm to have his load in her belly. She yearned to taste that divine crème which was powerful enough to bring the dead back to life.
"Fuck yes," Harry groaned with his hands resting gently on the top of Storm's head, his back against the wall.
Harry became weak in the knees as Storm moved from taking only half his prick in her mouth to all of it. His head was lodged in her throat and the young beauty began swallowing with her throat muscles. Storm loved the glazed look in Harry's eyes as his balls rested against her chin, her lips firmly planted around the base of his shaft and her nose pressed against his shaved groin. His tool tasted absolutely wonderful. Storm was surprising even herself with how much of his impressive meat she could eat. Her desire to please him and swallow his load was so great Storm just couldn't help herself. The beauty pulled back and gasped for air, strands of saliva connecting Harry's cock with her lips.
Storm grinned while still stroking her new favorite prick and purred, "Hurry up and cum, Harry. I want to taste your seed so fucking bad. Then I can't wait to have this shaft in my pussy. And if you make me cum really good...I might even let you slide this up my virgin ass."
Storm felt the superhero's shaft lurch in her grasp at the mention of him taking her anally and she thought Jean was most definitely right. Spider-Man was an ass man. Storm's mouth inhaled Harry's prick once more and she began sucking in earnest. Her mouth glided up and down on the bottom half of his shaft, her tongue rubbing hard all along the length. Harry's right hand stuck his form to the wall behind him while his left still gently followed the movements of her head. She could feel his powerful thigh muscles bunching and releasing as he struggled to maintain control of himself. Finally Storm felt her efforts yield results when his shaft hardened even further and swelled. Storm took him to the root and began swallowing on his tip. Harry bellowed and she felt a stream of semen splashing against her tonsils, painting them white. It was all Storm could do to keep up with the release of tasty crème. And oh boy did it ever taste fantastic. Storm pulled back and tongued the sensitive spot just beneath his piss slit and marveled at his taste as the thick goo washed against her taste buds. She gently massaged his spent testicles as his flow tapered off.
"Fuck," Harry growled as Storm kept his dick in her mouth and purring like a cat that got the most delicious crème.
Suddenly Storm was pulled to her feet and her lips were captured in a searing kiss. Her companion's tongue began exploring her mouth while his hands cupped her bum tightly. Her costume tore free from her body. She felt herself being pressed against the opposite wall and before she even realized her thong was gone he entered her. Oh gods did he enter her. Storm felt every inch of thick throbbing meat slide between her snatch lips and stretch her insides open to a width and depth she had never experienced before. She had thought she had experience but it was nothing compared to the feel of eight inches of superhero cock being fed into her cunt.
"Shit," Storm gasped while throwing her head back and thrusting her snatch towards the pole impaling her opening. "Don't stop," the teen pleaded.
Harry had no intention of stopping. Storm's pussy was tight as he slid his tool home in her depths, her inner muscles constricting in protest of his invasion. He buried himself completely in her depths and closed his eyes to concentrate on nothing but the feel of her sheathe encompassing him for several moments. When he opened his eyes again he found Storm staring at him in absolute amazement. The look of surprise changed quickly to a burning lust and her teeth snapped out to nip at his lower lip while a growl emanated from deep
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within her throat. Harry began moving his hips back and forth only a few inches but the movement was enough to encourage Storm. She began twisting her hips, squirming against the wall as he pinned her with his spear. The weather witch gasped and moaned approvingly, craving longer strokes. Her hands gripped her mate's powerful biceps and her mouth began licking and nipping at his jaw before trailing to his neck. Harry enjoyed Storm's use of her mouth as he started drawing more and more of his tool out of her folds. The corresponding return thrust to her depths was made with quicker and quicker strokes, driving his crown against the entrance to her cervix. Storm's vaginal grip became stronger as she started exercising her kegel muscles.
"Fuck me harder," Storm pleaded.
Storm was surprised at how much harder her lover could screw. His hips sped up much faster than any of her previous partners could have managed. As minutes sped by he showed no sign of stopping and neither did the pleasure building in her gut. Delicious heat and friction built between her thighs. She suddenly realized she was moving up the wall, stuck there by her lover's powers. As she hung there with her legs wrapped around her lover's waist, suspended halfway up the wall of her hotel room, Storm simply clung to her man while enjoying the ride. His shaft pulsed back and forth between her lips, pumping her pussy with rapid speed and good hard thrusts. She could feel his nut sack swinging back and forth and hitting against her
butt. His hard chiseled form pressed against her physique. Suddenly as if sensing her thought she felt him lean back and work her top swiftly off her body. Then his mouth leaned down and latched onto her left nipple. Storm gasped and appreciated just how flexible Spider-Man really was. The smell of sex was heavy in the air as were their sounds of approval and the meaty wet slap of his groin against her mound.
"Yes...oh gods yes! So fucking wonderful," Storm crooned, her right hand moving to cup her man's head to her breast as his tongue worked on her nipple, his lips sucking the tender bud like she had sucked his cock shortly before.
Harry's sense of smell was assaulted with a varying aroma that was uniquely Ororo Munroe. The intoxicating scent of aroused pussy juice mixed with the smell of sweat and some exotic African flower that smelled vaguely of vanilla which Storm had never been able to shake filled the room. The taste of Storm's sweat covered breasts was also erotic to the mage and he alternated between her two glorious mounds while continuing to carve out her snatch. Harry settled into a long hard pounding while he casually connected with Storm's mind telepathically. He could sense her but she couldn't sense him. Harry knew how much the white haired teen was lost in the feelings coursing through her body. She was drifting in a sea of endorphins and bliss, her mind mostly out of focus with periods of lucidity interspersed throughout. She was mostly on autopilot, her responses primal and automatic while she received the hardest fucking of her life to date.
Storm groaned and gasped as she received thrust after thrust between her legs into the core of her femininity. Each deep jab of his manhood brought her closer and closer to release. In fact she had never experienced such pleasure pooled in her gut without achieving release before. The intensity of her bliss was more than she could process and so instead her mind didn't focus on that. Her mind instead focused on how wonderful the man buried inside of her felt. The power of his muscles against her body felt primal and immense. She knew he was one of if not the strongest male on Earth. That knowledge had her instinctually wanting to couple with him and now that the act was occurring her primal side couldn't be happier. Suddenly Storm felt a spike of ecstasy shooting through her cunt and before she knew it her orgasm exploded out of her cunt.
Pussy juice and more exploded out of the weather witch's cunt. A lightning bolt shot from Storm's convulsing pussy and into Harry's rod. If he had been mortal it would have killed him. Instead her loss of control only enhanced the wizard's release. As lightning began to course out of her core something even more amazing occurred. The rapidly oscillating current caused Storm's muscles to begin clenching and releasing with almost the same frequency. To Harry it felt as if her snatch was vibrating with immense force and only his enhanced perception allowed him to perceive just how often. Storm clung to her lover for dear life as her body convulsed and thrashed while trapped between him and the wall. Harry was pumping
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copious amounts of his hot seed into Storm's vagina and into her womb, grinding himself against her while pressed fully into her canal.
"Oh...oh wow," Storm whispered. "I think my muscles have turned to mush. I don't know if I can move."
"It's alright. I've got you," Harry assured as he picked her up by her bum and carried her towards her bathroom. He turned on the shower and began washing her, able to manipulate her as if she didn't weigh anything given his immense strength. When she was washed Harry pressed her against the wall she was facing and whispered, "Just relax and let me have what you promised me. I promise you're going to feel so good."
Warning Anal From Here...
Storm gasped and instinctively tensed up when she felt a thick piece of meat being slipped between the cheeks of her cute little bum. Harry experienced the thrill he always got when slipping his prick between a female's ass cheeks as he prepared to sodomize her. The first time with a new woman was even more exciting and doubly so if she was a virgin to anal play.
"Relax Storm...you are going to love this after I am done with you. I won't hurt you and in fact I am going to make you love being taken in your rear," Harry's soothing voice assured.
Storm forced herself to relax and felt a cool tingling sensation that was rather pleasant spread through her bottom. Her mate's voice was soothing and erotic. She felt immense desire for him and she trusted him. As the water poured down on the couple she felt him push his hips forward minutely which put pressure on her virgin pucker. Storm moaned approvingly when a hand found its way between her legs and began manipulating her folds. She braced her hands against the shower wall and closed her eyes. There was an odd sort of pressure in her anus and then she felt herself being spread open and filled. None of this was even the slightest bit unpleasant. With her pussy being played with Storm was rather distracted and allowed her mind to focus on that instead of what was being shoved up her colon. The elemental mutant was then rather surprised when she felt her butt cheeks meet her partner's groin. He was fully rooted in her rear.
Storm turned her upper body enough to look down at her backside which was pressed firmly against Harry's front. He drew his hips back a short ways and she saw enough of his sausage slip from between her buns that she was amazed any of him was still within her. He truly was long and thick. The superhero pushed his prick forward once more and buried himself back inside her backside.
"Ugh...oh...I can't believe you fit all the way in me," Storm whispered as she began experimenting with clenching her butt muscles.
"You do have a tight little ass," Harry agreed. "I will enjoy feeling it wrapped around my dick every day."
"Don't be so sure I will let you back inside," Storm challenged with a teasing tone that was ruined from the moan that escaped her lips.
If anything the sorcerer's efforts and the arcane energy he was channeling through his shaft generated pleasure more intense in Storm than her recent pussy stretching. Harry grinned as Storm moaned on his cock and continued to pump his shaft in and out of her tight little tunnel. The weather witch continued to moan and grunt lewdly as he stretched out her guts. The feel of her muscular sleeve rubbing up and down his pole as he fed it in and out of her bowels was fantastic. Her snatch clenched approvingly around his right hand fingers every time he slid his shaft back into her back passage. Harry's other hand came up and cupped Storm's swaying breasts, playing with the soft flesh and tender nipples. His grasp was rough yet without enough force to hurt her. Storm liked the sensation, as if he was claiming her as his. She had never felt so feminine or desired as she did when he began to kiss along the back of her neck while his pelvis bounced off her bum cheeks with a loud wet smacking sound enhanced by the water of the shower.
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After some time of anal reaming Storm began to whisper, "Yes...yes...play with my pussy as you screw my ass. Butt fuck me," the young woman cooed. "Slide your hotdog between my buns and coat me with your mayonnaise."
Harry had to suppress a laugh at that last comment from the former thief. Mayonnaise and hotdogs may not have gone together but he didn't care too much at that moment. He was having too good of a time rooting around in Storm's guts with his dick to point out her analogy mishaps. As she experimented, her rectal clutching grew stronger and had better timing. She was really getting into being buggered as proved by her pushing her rear backwards when he thrust into her, trying to impale herself further on his tool. It was only Harry's hand in her cunt using his magic that kept her from climaxing before he wanted her to. The mage was building something big in her belly and storm could sense it. Besides, the longer he stayed in her colon the better about ass fucking the white haired beauty felt.
"Let's change positions," Harry suggested and paused his thrusting with his pelvis pressed against Storm's rear.
Storm looked up and felt herself being lifted off her feet by the grip Harry had on her pussy. She was pulled backwards and felt her mate sit down on a ledge in the shower. Her back was now pressed against his chest and she was seated in his lap. His cock somehow felt deeper inside of her than in the other position. Storm turned her head and found green eyes gazing at her with desire while a small smile played across tasty lips. Storm brought her mouth to those lips and began kissing those lips. As her tongue dueled with his Harry started raising and lowering Storm on his pole. She removed his hand from her snatch and closed her legs, planting her feet on the shower floor between his and began sitting forward, dragging her bowels up and almost all the way off his tool before allowing gravity to drive her buns back into his lap. This gave Harry the opportunity to watch Storm's lewdly stretched ring of anal muscle draw in and out with her movements. He would run his hands up and down her smooth lightly muscled back while periodically reaching down to play with her taut cheeks. The gorgeous teen continued to massage his dick with her rectal muscles as she bounced on his shaft. Her hands were braced on his thighs as she moved in order to keep her balance.
Storm could tell she was sweating but the shower washed it away immediately. Her partner's hands on her back and bum seemed to imbue her with renewed energy as did his glorious cock. If someone had suggested to her earlier that day she would end up loving impaling herself on Spider-Man's dick using her butt she would have thought that person mad. Now she couldn't think of anything else. Even though he was no longer playing with her pussy Storm felt a surge of ecstasy shoot through her snatch each time she dropped down on her man's pelvis. At the bottom of her drop when he was most deeply embedded in her guts was when Storm loved most. She began to speed up as she felt herself growing closer and closer to climax.
"Oh gods...I think I'm going to cum with your dick buried up my asshole without you even touching my pussy," Storm announced in amazement.
Harry grinned and shot more arcane energy through his shaft into her guts. Storm bounced madly as she realized the harder she took Spider-Man's cock up her ass the better she felt. Soon she was gasping and shouting in glee. Finally she couldn't take anymore heightening of pleasure and allowed herself to fall back onto Harry's lap one final time. He held her tightly against his chest as she came hard. Storm's pussy gushed her nectar in an arc through the air to land all over the shower floor where it would be washed away by the shower spray. Storm's brain meltdown spurred on Harry's own release when combined with her rectal massaging and the feel of her nubile soft form pressed against his front. Harry grunted into Storm's ear as he injected a spray of semen up into her intestines. Storm squealed when she felt her colon being pumped with hot crème and her orgasm only intensified. Her ass muscles continuously clenched and released to coax every drop of Harry's soothing load into her depths.
"That looks really fun," Jean's voice announced as the kissing pair recovered from their mutual release a short while later. Harry and Storm looked over to the shower door to see Jean standing there completely nude. "Do you mind if I join?"
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"Not at all," Storm assured while eying the redhead's form hungrily. "I made you a cream pie," Harry informed his fire haired lover.
"You shouldn't have," Jean replied with a grin as she walked over and pulled Storm up before maneuvering the weather witch so that Storm was facing Harry straddling him.
Storm returned to kissing the man she realized she was rapidly falling in love (with a healthy dose of lust) with. She gasped as she felt Jean extracting their man's crème with a probing tongue. Harry moaned approvingly when Jean started cleaning his cock with her mouth. Life was good.
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