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A Private Eden 4
🕑 Added 2025-08-17 22:00:04 +0000 UTCEmma held back for a moment, then started mouthing Scott’s cock all over again, this time reaping a tiny drop of precum from the tip of his member. Emma swiped it up, rolling it over her tastebuds until she felt high on the flavor.
Scott was almost ready to unload, to stop teasing her and reward her for all this worship his cock was getting. Again Emma pushed at his glanshole with her tongue, until his prick was completely out of her mouth. She looked down his seething length to the matted forest of his pubic hair. Emma saw his balls, the bag tightening into a pair of knuckles filled to overflowing with boiling cum.
The length of his erection glistened for Emma like the diamonds she loved so much. It gave her an added thrill. She had become jaded, bored of the usual, and needed some variety when she fucked or she just didn’t come like she used to. Doing this with the X-Men’s stalwart leader was certainly a novelty. And so was using Ororo Munroe’s body for such debauched work.
Not that eight inches of spit-shined cock could ever bore her too much. There was something to be said for Old Reliable and a big dick like Scott’s could always be counted on to show her a good time. It was just the delicious naughtiness of who it belonged to that made it so sweet; who could resist finding out how an X-Man fucked?
Emma felt new trickles running down her inner thigh. There was an itchy, burning sensation deep in her belly. She knew a cock like Scott’s would meet that need. Now she needed to know how much her need would be met.
Emma looked up at Scott’s clenched jaw, his teeth on edge—if ever there were a man used to holding back immense power, it was him. Still, all that control would be wasted in a few minutes’ time unless she allowed him to play. The emptiness in her needed to be sated. She lived to be fucked—it was what gave her life meaning. That, and seeing how hard she could get Scott to ruin this borrowed cunt of hers.
“Are you ready, Scott, precious?” she asked him, trying to stay cool and keep to Ororo’s mellifluous accent.
“Are you sure we should go through with this?” Scott gritted out, ever-so-solicitous even now. Fucking the good guys did have its disadvantages.
“Scott, fuck me! Shove it inside me! Now!”
It was almost risible how quickly Scott repositioned himself to enter Emma, his usually coordinated movements awkward with haste. She leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows, watching as Scott opened her legs to see her dark, gaping womanhood.
Emma felt Scott’s cool fingers slip under her hips and lift her up, then he plunged himself into her. She could only shriek: “OOOHHH! God, that’s good!”
Scott grunted. He was focusing as hard as he could, trying not to come despite the juicy tightness Ororo’s pussy assailed him with. He’d simply never imagined he would find himself wrapped in a sheath as ripe and hot and luscious as what he found when he fucked the weather witch.
Then she began kneading his buried cock with powerful inner muscles, in a way he’d never have thought Ororo was capable of. Scott swallowed hard, his concentration stolen away by a combination of skill and sheer lusciousness that he was totally unprepared for.
“Fuck, I should’ve known dicking a goddess would be this good…” he muttered.
Emma smiled, enjoying the unvarnished praise from such an unbiased source, then remembering whose body she was wearing. Her expression curdled. It would be nice to have her own body be acclaimed that way, as it deserved, but that was of course impossible. Turning Jean hadn’t worked out either, even with Mastermind’s help.
Still, despite the false premise Scott was operating under, she was determined to win more of his approval while she had this rare shot at it. Emma gave him all the tricks a good girl like Jean would never know, much less a good boy like Scott. He felt her walls ripple all around his burgeoning cock, then clamp down with delicious fury. When the slippery muscles relaxed around him, Scott didn’t know whether to feel grateful or cheated.
“Go ahead, Cyclops. Give your goddess her due.”
Hesitantly Scott withdrew from her, as if the dream might end if he dared to be ungrateful and leave her clutching sex. He stroked back in hurriedly and pulled away with growing confidence. The friction of his next pump, and the next and the next, began to generate heat. Heat that soaked into his shaft, that blistered his balls.
His thrusts became more potent. He went deeper and deeper into Emma’s receptive holster. Soon, everything around him was blotted out. All that mattered was the tight, wet pussy he got to fuck.
Emma laid back and enjoyed the feeling of being used as a sheath for all eight of Scott’s girthy inches. Any possible lust, any dissatisfaction whatsoever, was being driven out of her voluptuous body by his demanding strokes. Her breasts heaved up and down, not from her breathing hard, but from the battering ram thrusts she was taking right to her core.
Emma had to admit that there was something to Scott even beyond the delightful wickedness of having an arch-enemy labor so valiantly for her pleasure. He really was longer and thicker than most of her lovers—a diamond in the rough, considering it probably hadn’t been that he’d been made leader for how well-endowed he was.
And he had stamina. Even many of the Hellfire Club’s Lords Cardinal spurted at the very sight of her naked sex. Scott, on the other hand, seemed determined to punish her for the audacity of arousing him so much. Or rather, punish Ororo. That was vexing, but it was a damned good fuck either way.
“That’s it, Scott! That’s sooo niiiice!”
Scott grunted like it was torture fucking her so hard. Agony to be enjoying himself so much and not coming. But of course, he wouldn’t. Not until his dear, sweet Ororo got to come like such a good girl should.
His hips pistoned back and forth. He seemed almost out of control, helpless to keep from pulling out of her, then desperate to be back inside, his cock surrounded by ravenous cunt sucking wildly at his torrid hardness.
Heat seared his manhood, set fire to his cum. A few more seconds of hearty pumping and Scott knew he’d be at his limit. He grunted to voice the exertion he felt. Then the burning tide of his eruption was at his glans, ready to burst out, needing to fill Ororo’s eagerly awaiting interior.
“Keep fucking me, you bastard!” Emma cried. “Let me have it as hard as you can! Oh! Ahh! UNNGGHH!”
In and out, in and out, lightning-quick. Despite all his pleasure, Scott could never get enough of the tight cunt before him. He felt like he’d never stop fucking her with these long, deep jerks. He’d spend eternity poised on the edge of orgasm, delighting in being so close and yet still satiating this lovely goddess…
Emma felt his prick shudder and jump, an explosion set off deep in her belly. The friction of his pumping had already set fire to her inner walls—now his cum poured gasoline on the flame.
The inferno spread, becoming a forest fire at her center, the heat melting all of her. Her breast swelled, aroused nipples feeling bee-stung just by rubbing against the open air… she thought they’d explode. Her chest hurt from the staccato of her racing heart. The sound of her rushing blood filled her ears.
Emma was overwhelmed, everything working together to leave her not one shred of control. She could only lie there and feel her orgasm storm through her body, the world spinning under her at a speed she thought might throw her off. Nothing was real except the massive prick erupting in her cunt and somehow still fucking her. All the nerves throughout her reeled with feeling. She could not imagine how she’d ever been bored of this, but then, she was certain that all her sexual experience contained nothing like this.
After an eternity, Emma was released from the iron-velvet grip of climax. She saw Scott still rocking his hips back and forth, but he was slowing down. His once-proud erection was in slow decline. Eventually, amid a torrent of her juices and his, his flaccid member came out of her sex. It hung like a sleeping snake between his thighs.
Scott’s forehead was covered in sweat. It gleamed like a beacon in the dim light, while his visor was actually fogged up. But he smiled. Because no matter what body she was in, when Emma fucked, she always gave her man the tightest, wettest pussy he’d ever had.
Emma felt good. She felt like having a bit more fun with this body, so long as it wouldn’t be her psyche footing the bill.
“Now that you’ve filled my pussy up, you simply must do my asshole next.”
Scott was gobsmacked—hearing those words out of Ororo’s mouth was absolutely unreal to him. “Jesus, ‘Ro, what’s gotten into you?”
Emma smiled a smile that made her look almost identical to her old self, despite the change in race. “Just you, my precious. Just you.”
