Scarlet Starlight

 [Author's note: As promised, part two in time for Halloween! Sorry it's a bit short, but it's packed with sexy fun and for me two chapters in the same month is a good pace. This will be the last till December though, as I am entering National Novel Writing Month and it will be taking all my time this November. Wish me luck, and I'll be back to keep the ball rolling here!]

[Edit: Novel project ha begun and the first part is now up here on Adult Fanfiction! http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600105780 is the link, hope some of you read and review and as always thanks for the continuing support!]









{Emma Frost grunted softly as Sebastian Shaw pushed his thick cock rather roughly up her ass. She'd known it was coming when he bent her over and pulled down her Hellfire uniform panties, but still she'd had but moments to prepare herself and it wasn't like he was being gentle. It was far from her first time being taken in pretty much exactly this way, of course, and she had plenty of practice in the emergency loosening of her sphincter muscles to avoid rectal tearing and bloody screaming pain. Still, it wasn't exactly comfortable, and she knew that was part of the point. It was an act of dominance, meant to cause pain and humiliation, and to dehumanize her as a piece of fuckmeat for his pleasure. She knew the drill. And so, she adjusted herself as best she could to the unwelcome intrusion into her body's inner plumbing even as she bent low to put her head to the floor in the position he preferred. She'd had her head forced down and stepped on while he fucked her ass even more roughly for the transgression of defiantly holding her head up before, and she'd since given up trying to win that little battle. She'd stopped bothering to try to salvage dignity or anything positive from these experiences years hago, and learned to simply endure it until it was over. She'd also learned how to make it go as smoothly as possible to get it over with more quickly, and that included the sounds she was practiced to make. She couldn't express too much pain, or else he'd laugh and fuck her harder hoping to make her bleed for his amusement, but she also couldn't make it seem too comfortable for her or else he'd inflict pain on her in other ways to keep it interesting for him. Through trial and error, she'd discovered the right mix of expressed discomfort and quiet endurance that satisfied his sadistic side without exciting it too much.



Still, what a pain in the ass --pun intended. She'd known it was probably inevitable when she reported to him, after all there was a reason he demanded she report to him directly in person and also a reason all Hellfire females were required to keep their rear orifices lubricated at all times while on the property. Still, she'd hoped to get out of it this time --that was why she'd given him the blowjob, dammit! Unfortunately that hadn't been enough to satisfy him it seemed, and now he'd last longer as a result of her failed gambit. Worse, as she felt the stirrings of pleasure-pain begin in her violated bowels, she realized that she'd probably end up coming from it before it was all over. She hated giving him that satisfaction, but her well-trained masochistic responses were too strong. That was the most humiliating part, when she got pleasure from the blatant abuse. That was the point of the training, of course. A rape orgasm was the ultimate symbol of ownership, that she belonged to him in complete slavery. She knew well how it worked, she'd broken her share in the sadist's role herself. At her rank and power, none could do this to her but the Black King himself, all others were at her feet and hers to own at will.



Of course, proving and reinforcing exactly that was the point of this exercise in sexual claiming. He established his complete dominance over her, proving he owned her, and through her everything she owned and everyone subordinate to her. That meant her own Frost Enterprises empire and all her resources both open and covert, and anything she might gain in the future was to be paid in turn as tribute to her king. That of course meant a controlling stake in whatever she might gain from Tony Stark, and she was certain that her scheduled date with him at the Halloween event later that evening was prime motivation for this display of dominance. He wanted to remind her who owned her, and warn her against thinking she could keep the spoils of seduction for herself or seek to use her new pawn against her king.



His thoughts confirmed it, as he metally repeated a single phrase. "When you greet Stark this evening, when he has you, it will be with my seed burning in your bowels."

 

That message could not be more clear, but she knew there was more to it than that. More than Frost Enterprises, more than anything she might gain from Stark, there was one thing she owned that Sebastian Shaw was most intent on claiming dominion over. More than anything else, it was all about control of Scott Summers, and his X-Men. She owned him, completely, and thus through her Hellfire dominance over the rival X-Men was finally achieved. Of course there was still that rogue faction led by the indomitable Storm to deal with, but the Xavier estate and it's resources were hers. That victory was hers to claim, and the pride at being the one to win it burned brighter than the burning in her abused bowels at the rough probing from her dominator. And as for that, she could certainly take it out on Scott later. Yes, she would dress him in the Hellfire corset and panties, and take him with the strap-on. That would do nicely.



The smile on her face, and the orgasm that claimed her body soon thereafter, flowed not from the relentless sodomization she was recieving but from the fantasy of how she'd humiliate and punish Scott Summers later. Revenge, even indirect, was a sweet salve for pain and humiliation and she would indulge in it come morning. It was indeed a comfort, and proof that while she might hate having to bow to her king, the rest of the time it was damned good to be the Queen.







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His name was Rick, and he didn't actually exist. He was in fact a fictional character from a book series about the nightlife of a vampire catgirl, and he was one of her boyfriends. He wasn't tall, not as short as Wolverine but still well under 6', but he was thick and muscular with long black hair, half native american features and steel-blue eyes like the wolf he was. Plus he had a redhead fetish, and no small amount of skill with his tongue, fingers, and cock --the latter of which was buried to the hilt deep in Angelica's clenching, willing ass. Which is exactly the way she wanted it.



The scent of his sex sweat and the growling, masculine grunts of pleasure as he worked his thick manhood deep in her bowels was literally a fantasy come to life, as she'd read about him doing it to the main character in the books and wished she herself could experience the same. And now it was happening, and the orgasm she'd experience from her well-fucked asshole reddened from the powerful pumping it was recieving would be real this time, a true anal fucking orgasm rather than one delivered by her fingers or toys as she fantasized about it. This was really happening, and when they came together as one her bottom would be pumped full of liquid lust from the shaft plunged deep within her.



And then she just might ask him to do it again, given that even as she felt the impending orgasm building in her bowels, she wanted it but also didn't want it to be over. The thought of having him assfuck her again, immediately after finishing the first time, turned her on so much that it accelerated her impending orgasm and brought it down on her like a hammer blow, wrenching lustful and ecstatic screams from her throat as her body tensed like a coiled spring. As her feminine wet coated her thighs and scented the air with delightful pheremones, the vice-like spasms of her clenching rectum pulled her partner over the edge with her and he roared in absolute pleasure as he blasted wet jets of hot thick maleness up her back channel. It was everything she wanted and then some.



And yet, she wanted more. Softly voicing to him not to stop, to do her again, she slowly caught her breath as her partner nodded and slowly began moving his impaling shaft within her once more, this time on their sides in the position they'd rolled over onto to rest. Slow this time, gentle but still oh so delightful, she knew this time would last much longer than the first and cycle through many positions before they were united in orgasm once more. And she looked forward to every assfucking minute, even as it slowly intensified thanks to their recovering energy. Soon, she'd be getting a full force rectal reaming again, and she couldn't be happier about it. As her bottom became flush with bliss once more, and she settled into the rhythm of powerful buttfucking, she voiced intensifying moans of pleasure from the center of her being. It really didn't get any better than this.



A short eternity of pleasure later, when the orgasm had built in her body once more from the long session of amazing assfucking, she reached her peak once more and screamed in pleasure so intense it sounded like agony, but was instead pure ecstasy. And again, her werewolf lover joined her in orgasm, once again blasting her bowels full of hot fluid. This time, it was like a fire extinguisher, putting out the flame of passion in her clenching core and turning it to warm, satisfied embers alit with soft, satisfied afterglow. If she could purr like the catgirl in the book, she would. Instead, she softly cooed her happiness as she gently clenched his softening shaft within her anus, until she finally squeezed him from her entirely and she was empty once more. It was in part disappointing, but also a relief as her red and dripping asshole needed the rest. As it was, she would be sore for hours and could use a nap to recover.



The strong arms holding her, and the body pressed against hers remained tight to her even as they shrank and shifted, from masculine and thick to thin and feminine but no less strong. The quiet voice of the Feral twin who had made her fantasy happen gently asked how it was, how she felt and if she were satisfied. Angelica couldn't help but answer in the most positive and glowing terms. And then, she got an idea.



"You know... that character likes redheads so much, and I know one who likes the wolfy types... you mind if I share 'him' with Jean sometime soon? Like, tomorrow maybe... after I've got some rest..."



The female Wolverine clone nodded and said that she would be happy to comply.



As she drifted off to sleep, Angelica smiled as her imagination played through the sexy scenario she was planning. Jean was sure to love it, and in fact she was pretty sure the other Feral twin would join them on request. Then, she could enjoy the experience of having Kenuchiro, the vampire ninja from the books while Jean was enjoying the werewolf.



She couldn't imagine a better way to enjoy Halloween.



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It was the month of Halloween, the Season of the Witch, and the woman formerly known as Dansen Macabre and now used the identity of Lady Death was celebrating in a most unique and rewarding way.



It was to be expected that the "Cult of Lady Death" would step up it's activities in this darkest of all months, and to that end she'd stepped up her... ahem... recruiting appropriately. She'd ramped up steadily over the last weeks, and for the last weekend before the season's finale she was working hard to fully convert those whom her thralls had captured but had not yet given their bodies and souls to her. This party was more than simply a celebration, it was important work to grant her the manpower to carry out her plans for Devil's Night. She intended to unleash chaos in the city, fires and vandalism and even rioting if she could manage it, and subtly loot vulnerable locations amidst the chaos. It was almost a Die Hard sort of scheme, concealing robbery under more heinous crimes, but it was sure to be effective. The attentions of both law enforcement and the local superheroes would be consumed with saving lives and stopping the violence, while she and her select elite slip through the shadows and collect the unguarded treasures. It was a perfect plan.



Of course, a plan like that required quite a lot of expendable foot soldiers, far more than she was used to converting at any given time. Thus, she'd held this event to allow her to handle a great many all at once.



It had begun as a celebration party in honor of what they'd accomplished so far and in preparation for what was to come, and indeed there had been food and drink and dance and socializing, and she had kept them all enthralled, both those who had already pledged to her and those who yet needed convincing. But as the night wore on, the time for the preliminaries passed and the time came for the main event. The culmination of what all her men wanted, and she herself had looked forward to with both desire and trepidation. If there was such a thing as too much ecstatic pleasure, she would certainly test the line tonight.



When she'd first begun to use her Dansen la Petit Morte, the Dance of Death with which she claimed the souls and bodies of men through the act of intercourse, she'd only used her womanhood, taking their sex in the natural way as she most unnaturally ripped away their souls in such a way that allowed her to use their bodies like puppets on her string. Since then, though, she had experimented with the technique and learned that her front entrance was not the only means by which she could take in the souls of her prey. Nor was she limited to simply one at once.



And so it was that she was now on a small stage at the front of the lounge room she'd rented, atop one man riding and squeezing her with her hot dripping pussy while another one pumped and thrust in her tight and clenching ass. At the same time, she sucked a man's pulsing cock while working another in her other hand, alternating between them with hand and mouth and expertly guiding them towards mutual orgasm. As much as she might wonder if the mindblowing pleasure of absorbing four souls at once might threaten her sanity, she'd done it many times thusfar tonight and would again many more. And should she lose her mind to pleasure after all, or burst her heart ad die in the throes of orgasm, she couldn't think of a better way to go.



Nor could the scores of men lined up to take their place inside her and pour their souls into her as they blasted their final come into her sex-soaked body.



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"Ach yes, fuck my arse, pump yer cum inside my wolfen tailhole ye demonic sonuvabitch!"



Her name was Rahne Sinclair, codenamed Wolvesbane, Scottish mutant and former founding member of Xavier's New Mutants and alumni of various X-men affiliated mutant teams over the ensuing years, most notably the British Isles based Excalibur. Gifted with the mutant power of werewolf-like transformation which she had once believed a curse, she had been rescued from the church orphanage she had been raised in by Xavier affiliate Moira MacTaggart and had remained under the Xavier banner ever since. Under Moira's loving care and then Xavier's wise leadership, she began to emotionally and psychologically heal from the traumatic abuse that the vile Reverend Craig had inlicted on her, though the wounds were slow to close. Still, starting with the revelation that her powers were mutant in nature with a scientific explanation rather than the demonic curse the Reverend had forced her to believe, and through the course of years spent in the influence of Xavier's tolerant amd diversity-based worldview and with the experience of multiple religious views amongst her teammates and encounters with supernatural beings ranging from Limbo's psuedo-demons to Asgard's gods and mythic denizens, she had slowly shed her repressive religious indoctrination and come into her own as a woman with a mind and morality of her own.



The "demonic bastard" in the process of pumping his thick shaft in her "wolfen tailhole" was her boyfriend, the demonic looking mutant codenamed the Blue Devil. Born Daniel Cassidy to parents involved in the Irish Republican Army and raised by his widowed mother when his father had been killed in battle with British military police, he had been disowned by her when he refused to take up the cause. Instead, he used the extensive explosives training he'd learned from his mother --she had always made the bombs, her husband would plant them-- to begin a promising career in movie pyrotechnics. He loved the opportunity to "make things explode without making anyone dead" as he liked to put it, but it was not to last. His final production was a troubled one, and he never did learn who was behind the terrorizing of the set or why or even whether it was personally targeted at him or if he were merely collateral damage. All he knew was that he'd been caught in a chemical explosion that was most certainly no accident.



Fortunately for Cassidy, the explosion didn't kill him but instead triggered his latent mutant powers, turning him from a fit but average young man into a hairless, blue-skinned and ivory horned figure with an additional six inches of height and no less than an extra hundred pounds of pure rock hard muscle. Despite his newfound ability to shrug off bullets like gnat bites and throw cars as if they were made of cardboard, his fledgeling solo career in superheroing could not survive his public outing as a mutant and he ended up joining Xavier's school just as Rahne was returning to it. They'd hit it off from nearly the word go, finding much to like about one another and much in common, not the least of which being their seperation via irreconcilable differences with the religion of their birth. In his case he had turned his back on the church both due to the bloody religious conflict he'd witnessed and rejected during the Troubles and the hostile treatment he'd recieved from both clergy and faithful post his transformation. He considered himself a "recovering Catholic" as much as she considered herself a "recovering Presbyterian", and they'd had long and deep conversations about religion and it's political and social ramifications as part of their deepening friendship that led evntually to their relationship. Where she had turned to the path of Wicca in order to accomodate her own Celtic heritage as well as the influences she had learned from her teammates of alternative faiths and the experiences she'd had in Asgard and Limbo, he expressed his rebellion against Christianity in the form of a tongue in cheek take on LaVey Satanism that masked a deep agnosticism. Like a jilted lover wary of falling in love again, he wasn't sure he was ready to believe in much of anything again despite his growing sympathy with her beliefs. Still, they met in the middle and made it work.



For Rahne, he held the same attraction that had fueled her quiet crush on the similarly blue and demonic looking Nightcrawler, which was based partly on rebelling against Reverend Craig's abusive indoctrination by reveling in the very demonism he'd accused her of so much. The act they were engaged in was a similar form of protest, being sodomized by a demonic man while cursing lustfully about it was a wonderful cathartic release for her and a way of spitting in the face of her former tormentor. In a way, he was her own form of Satanism construct that served a theraputic purpose in her ongoing recovery, and being with him had been very good for her. And while she'd originally taken up the practice of sodomy as a protest act, she'd acquired a taste for it and was now nearly as certain to come from it as her male partner.



This time was no different, as she already felt her orgasm building in her deepest core as the penetrating shaft pumped in and out of her clenching bowels and would howl her pleasure to the moon when that orgasm claimed her. As it was, she was gripped tight to and leaning onto his trident weapon which was planted firmly into the ground as he pumped in the classic doggy style position into her vice-tight ass. Earlier she'd given him a bit of an amateur show using it as a makeshift dancing pole, and earlier still they had consecrated this ground and it's altar for the Samhaine ritual that was the climax of the fall holiday season in the Wiccan calendar. Now, though, they were engaged in a ritual of another sort, the celebration of sexuality long forbidden to them both and in a most delightfully taboo way.



As they both began their final approach to ultimate anal ecstacy, they would agree wholeheardedly that sexual healing was better than any therapy. And as the moonlight softly illuminated thier joined bodies, lighting the bizarre yet erotic scene of a pagan altar in the wooded glade with it's centerpiece of a female werewolf being powerfully fucked up her tight ass by a powerfully built blue demon, they could imagine no better Halloween.  



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In Los Angeles, Julia Carpenter aka the second Spider-Woman now renamed Arachne was spending the witching hour riding something much better than a broomstick. Instead, after the Halloween party celebrating their successful fight against the White Rabbit Gang she took her boyfriend Max Cole aka the Shroud back to his penthouse apartment and was giving him the ride of his life. They'd only become closer in the time since the Superhuman Civil War, their experiences in those hellish days forging their bonds though the heat of adversity, and fortunately their circumstances had changed for the better. The new Night Shift was working out much better than had the old, and one member in particular had been a particularly welcome addition. She'd worked with them before under her old identy as the Gypsy Moth, but now she'd returned with a new gimmick vastly more effective than the old, and her once-stated desire to sleep with a superhero had led her to both rejoin the Shift as well as turn her amorous attentions to the leading couple. As much as Julia had resisted at first, in denial that she could be bisexual and in fact resistant to the idea, she was glad she'd finally decided to give her a shot. She'd intended to simply prove once and for all that giving in to the persistent "try it you'll like it" routine would result in her not wanting to ever do it again and thus get the woman to finally leave her alone about it, but she'd been forced to admit that she enjoyed it far more than she wanted to. Despite the attempt to lie to Sybil and herself that she'd hated it, in fact she ended up dreaming about it and the second time they slept together it had been her that was the persistent party. Since then, the beautiful Balkan woman had been so regular a third partner in her and Max's bed that she was practically part of the relationship. None of them had found a reason to complain.



And so it was that Sybil had met her eyes reflected in the window that overlooked the city, had watched her face in the throes of pleasure as orgasm gripped her body, and had gotten a porn-worthy view of their joining as Max had turned her over and she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he pumped into her in a powerful missionary style position. She'd waited until the powerfully built man had roared his own climax and filled his partner with his male release before she joined in herself, giving them both a thorough and vastly pleasurable sexual cleaning with her mouth and tongue to start the fun, and now it was about to go to the next level.



Julia had a perfect view even more porn-worthy than what Sybil had gotten earlier, as she was positioned below the ebon-haired beauty in a 69 position as Max positioned his lubed cock at the entrance to her tight back passage. Both moaned deeply as he slowly pushed in, opening her clenching anal ring and pushing inch by inch into her fluttering and clenching rectum and seating himself deep into her bowels. After a short time of pause to allow them both to relax before continuing, Julia watched her gripping ass invert as it clung to his penetrating shaft, and then push in again as he pushed up into her once more. She watched that process repeat itself as he began slow but strong thrusts in her rear channel, beginning slow but settling into a nice rhythm eventually that brought grunts and moans of pleasure from them both. Soon enough, Sybil had regained enough focus to be able to resume her oral attentions on Julia's wet feminine center, and so Julia happily returned the favor. In that way, they soon were on the stairway to sexual heaven and would end the climb with a powerful mutual climax before settling back down to earth and the warmth of one another's arms as afterglow claimed them.



As they relaxed together, cuddling close and stroking one another carressingly, Julia was glad for another reason that she'd let the other woman into their bed. Like most men, Max had expressed interest in anal fucking and Julia had no desire for it. She was sure she would have probably given in to the pressure eventually just as she'd eventually given in to Sybil, and she might even have been pleasantly surprised as she was with the lesbian experience, but she doubted it. Fortunately, Sybil was something of an anal expert as she was in most forms of sex and she was able to fulfill Max's fantasies of buttsex and take that pressure off of Julia herself. She both insisted it could be intensely pleasurable but also admitted it was an acquired taste, and Julia didn't want to try to acquire it. Thanks to Sybil she didn't have to.



Having had a perfect close up of the other woman's well-fucked asshole reddened and dripping and almost certainly sore, she was glad of that. Sure it was sexy, but it also hurt her just looking at it. And despite the woman's insistence, she knew she was kinky and enjoyed pain play too so she didn't trust her judgement. On the other hand, it was fun to watch. Maybe she'd try it someday if she could work up the courage.



Until then, she was glad she had another woman to take the assfucking for her.



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Across town, the aforementioned White Rabbit Gang was licking their wounds after their defeat at the hands of the new Night Shift. It was infuriating, and just went to show that the White Rabbit had bad luck with Spider-people. First the Spider-Man in New York, then the first Spider-Woman in San Fransisco, and now the second Spider-Woman in LA. It was becoming an annoying pattern.



To add insult to injury, they'd lost their Black Alice recently and it was hard to keep together the Wonderland theme without an Alice. Sure, they still had herself, and the Cheshire Cat and the White Knight and even Cardshark, the woman who brought the playing card soldiers to life. But it just wasn't the same without an Alice. And so the White Rabbit was in a bad mood even as she drank wine and felt the stimulation of the Cheshire Cat's tongue on her blonde-trimmed pink pleasure center. She could be petulant that way.



For Cheshire Cat, aka Sharon the former Hellion named Catseye, a minor defeat like this with so little at stake was nothing to be concerned about, and the Rabbit's bad moods nothing compared to the fury of Emma Frost when she was displeased. And given that the world believed her and her whole team dead after their last battle as Hellions, she was well aware it could be far worse. They were supposed to be killed by some group of idiots led by a green haired time traveller and the useless son of Sebastian Shaw but thankfully, their team member Tarot (now under the identity of Cardshark) had predicted their upcoming demise with her precognitive abilities and set up a method by which they could fake their deaths. Crafting a special set of cards with the images of their team members on them, Tarot was able to make her solid projections from them instead of her usual tarot figures and allow the duplicates to be killed in place of the real team. With no one the wiser, they'd changed their names and went their seperate ways with a new lease on life.



Last she'd heard, Jetstream had returned to the Middle East to become a superhero for the Muslim world, Empath had gone back south of the border to become a Latin pop music superstar and revel in gold, glory and groupies, and Roulette had set up in Las Vegas and used her probability powers to gain herself a comfortable life as a high roller. Tarot and Catseye, for their parts, had fallen in with the White Rabbit and taken on Wonderland themed identities as part of her new team. It wasn't a bad life, honestly, even despite their overall lack of success as they rarely fought anyone more dangerous than police or small time heroes and were certainly in little danger for their lives. Moreover, the Rabbit was independently wealthy and able to lavish herself and her team with luxury whether their crimes were successful or not. She didn't need the money they stole, she did it out of boredom and lust for excitement. Winning or losing didn't make much difference to her beyond her mood, and for the Cheshire Cat it made little difference at all as the attractive strawberry blonde tasted just as good regardless of her mood.



Nearby, Tarot (Sharon still called her that in private and she still answered to it as readily as her own given name Marie) was engaged in sex with the final member of their group, Leila Davis aka the White Knight. Also believed dead after a disastrous battle with Graviton, she'd been rescued along with her teammate Meterorite by the Crimson Cowl, who teleported them both to safety with none the wiser. Considering both were only in the Thunderbolts to clear their names of criminal convictions and earn their freedom, new identities with a clean legal record proved as attractive to them as it had to Sharon and Marie.



Of the pair of them, Leila was clearly the top as she pounded into Marie's pussy with a strap-on dildo, though it was hard to tell which one was having a better time. And though Sharon couldn't really see the appeal in it, she had to admit she was something of a bottom herself as she loved nothing more than going down on her lover and tasting her pleasure, whether or not she got anything in return. For her it was all about the pheremones, the chemical turn on enough to bring her to orgasm's edge with only the slighest nudge from her own fingers or a small vibrating toy needed to take her the rest of the way. Which meant that while the White Rabbit was often a selfish lover, Sharon didn't mind. She didn't mind either that their leader was something of an overgrown child and her little group of supercriminals was little more than just one more set of toys for her amusement. Nor did it bother her to satisfy her silly whims to fit in with the games she liked to play.



After all, it wasn't as if Sharon cared if the woman had good taste, she only cared that she taste good.



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It could be noted that besides missing an Alice, the White Rabbit's themed group was also missing a Red Queen as the one they'd once worked with had been lured away from her west coast position to serve under Selene the Black Queen in New Orleans, co-leading the branch of the Hellfire Club located there. In the luxurious master bedroom, naked and relaxed in bed with her lover, the redheaded Queen was watching a monitor that showed the outcome of their most recent battle.



"Mission Accomplished", she murmured as she watched the pair of Avengers rocket away in their Quinjet with their teammates and the recaptured Senator.



Selene, her mate with whom she shared her throne and her bed, queried her at that. "Everything went properly, then? And you're sure they won't suspect anything?"



Madelyne smiled. "I'm certain, the plan went off without a hitch and they're thinking they barely escaped with a victory. They'll never know the difference."



Selene nodded. "Good... the device worked then?"



Madelyne gave a smile and a confirming nod. "Better even than I'd hoped. When Magneto builds something he builds it right."



Both glanced then to a helmet in the red steel of Magneto's classic costume, enhanced as it was with psionic circuitry that could erase someone's prejudice and bigotry without their knowledge. He'd once intended to use it against all of mankind, and then subsequently used it to evade prosecution in his war crimes trial in the World Court. Since then the device had been missing, and it was a great coup to have recovered it. Thanks to it, the Senator would be sure to change his support for the revived Sentinel program, if not eliminating it entirely then at least steering it in a more generalized direction instead of one so strongly targeted at mutants of all affiliations and temperaments. Mystique would be deeply pleased at their success.



And they planned to report back to her about it, soon. But first, they would celebrate their victory together. Selene had not yet grown tired of frequent lovemaking, and might never as she needed it due to her hunger. Thanks to the shard of the Phoenix Force in her, Madelyne was able to feed the ancient psychic vampire like no mortal ever could, at no harm to herself. It was the first time in countless centuries that the woman had truly felt satisfied and free from the constant gnawing of the supernatural hunger, and it was a feeling she craved. And beyond the mere enjoyment of it, given that Madelybe felt the same degree of satisfaction by allowing the Phoenix's life-giving energy to flow through her as Selene did from receiving it, plua the pleasure of the sex act itself, it made Madelye feel good to be truly useful and beneficial instead of used, useless, or thrown away as she had so often before. She saved lives by feeding Selene, and helped her regain and maintain a level of sanity she hadn't known since before the birth of Christ.



Yin and yang, they were, night and day, flames and darkness, fire and ice. They belonged together. And given the immortality of the Phoenix Force in her breast, keeping her alive, it would stay that way for a very long time to come. They, and the world made safer by the taming of the ageless predator, wouldn't have it any other way.



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