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Stamina
🕑 Added 2024-10-03 19:00:06 +0000 UTCEmma had had quite a few surgeries, tried countless beauty routines, and did numerous exercises, suffering greatly for the sake of her spectacular looks. Foolishly, she’d allowed that to convince her that her regiment was anywhere near as arduous as Scott’s. And so he’d challenged her to keep up as he did the usual morning exercises that so annoyed her—Scott getting up at the crack of dawn, leaving her alone in a cold bed until he came back, sweaty and disgusting, to shower and start his day in earnest.
Emma had accepted.
Now she was more or less red, sweating all over the white sports bra and leggings she wore, forced to concede that she was not in the same shape Scott was in.
It was early in the morning and cool, which felt like the only reason Emma hadn’t burst into flame. The parkland that was most of the Xavier property outside the mansion was deserted. Scott was ahead of her, vexingly slowing down to allow her to keep something of a pace with him.
Emma would not admit defeat. She was too smart for that. So the moment a particularly soft looking bit of tussock appeared to her on the grass along the trail, she threw herself on it.
“Oh! Oww! Oh, my ankle, I think I twisted my ankle!”
Scott stopped running and went back to her, concern twisting his lips. “Are you okay?”
Weren’t you listening? I said I twisted my bloody ankle. Emma put on a brave smile. “It’s fine. I’ll be fine. Keep going, finish your exercise. I’ll teep someone to bring out a golfcart.”
Scott examined her ankle. “It doesn’t look that bad. Are you sure you can’t keep going?”
“Oh, no. I’d hate to aggravate my injury. What if I should be hospitalized when the team needs me?” Emma rubbed her ankle. “No, I’ll rest it. The sooner I heal, the sooner I can return to duty.”
“You’re sure you’re not just worn out? It’s fine to admit that your physique isn’t quite what it once was.”
“My physique?” Emma repeated. “Scott Summers, I could keep going for miles except for this injury! How dare you insinuate otherwise! I have an accident, a horrible accident, and all you can think of is some silly contest. Shame on you.”
Scott’s expression curdled minutely. “It’s not a silly contest. It’s seeing how conditioned you are to the demands of the X-Men.”
“Be that as it may, I am a telepath. I hardly need to run ten miles to use my power. Though I could if I wanted to.”
“Assuming you don’t twist your ankle,” Scott corrected.
“You’re literally adding insult to injury, Summers. It’s uncouth.”
“I’m just trying to ask a question, Emma. What would you do if your powers were out of commission? Here—”
And in a split-second, Scott had retrieved an inhibitor collar from his jogging suit and slipped it around Emma’s throat.
“Scott!? What are you doing?”
“You’re injured. Exhausted. Your powers aren’t working. What do you do now?”
“I’m sure I don’t know. It’s six o’clock in the morning, Summers. I’m tired. I want to lie down.”
“I understand that.” And Scott stooped down to cinch his arms under her armpits.
He dragged her away from the trail.
“Hey!” Emma cried. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t make you get up. You don’t have to walk on that ‘twisted ankle’ at all.” Scott took her behind a shrub and turned her over onto her belly. “There, see? You didn’t have to move at all. Not that you can. With your twisted ankle.”
“Can you at least bring me somewhere with air conditioning while you lecture me?”
“Not yet, I’m afraid,” Scott cooed to her. “Now, pretend I’m the enemy—”
“Easy,” Emma quipped.
“You’re disabled. Your power isn’t working. How do you defend yourself?”
“Scooootttt,” Emma whined. “I’m in no condition to learn whatever you want to teach me. My ankle hurts!”
It didn’t really, but she was so incensed over the lack of concern Scott was showing to her fake—but very possible and plausible—injury that she was beginning to summon up the offense she would feel if she really were hurt.
Scott tugged her leggings down over her bubble butt. Emma gasped as her ass popped free of the tight confines it’d been trapped in, jiggling around as it came to a rest in its full volume.
“Scott! Someone might see—!”
“You can’t count on someone else seeing you and coming to your rescue,” Scott chided. “Much as I’d like to, my darling. But I’m not here right now. An enemy combatant is. You’re injured and he can see how beautiful you are. He’s even heard of what an amazing lay you are. Are you going to count on him just ignoring that amazing ass of yours?”
“Scott, I’m serious, cut it out!” Emma snapped, starting to climb to her feet.
Scott shoved her down. The grass was itchy under her exposed loins. “Careful, Emma. You wouldn’t want to aggravate your injury.”
Emma looked over her shoulder at him. “Well, my beloved Scott has the balls to try and tame me, even if it is impossible. But this ‘enemy combatant’ of yours… I’ll wager he doesn’t have the fortitude to tempt the wrath of the White Queen. My reputation is wide-spread!”
“And so are you,” Scott quipped, before coming down on top of her and driving his red-hot prick into her sucking cunt.
Emma’s eyes flashed wide. She couldn’t believe it. Scott had penetrated her right in the open, his big cock knifing into her, out of her, back in. She keened, but Scott covered her mouth as he continued to use her.
“Can’t count on crying for help,” Scott informed her, starting up the rhythm Emma knew would inevitably dominate her body, reducing her to a pleasure-wracked ruin whether she liked it or not. “What’s your plan now, Emma? Are you just going to enjoy being raped? Is that it? Are you such a wanton slut that you’ll enjoy being fucked and fucked and fucked, just so long as it’s with a big dick?”
Emma blubbered in embarrassment. She really couldn’t fight Scott off—she had to let him use her, no matter how inelegantly, her only consolation being that Scott’s cock was doing its usual fine work. She was nothing right now but a fuck machine, a sex doll, a depository for all the white-hot cum he had to give her.
“I guess you’ll just have to lie there and take it,” Scott groaned, his voice roughening as he enjoyed himself. “That’s all you’re capable of right now, isn’t it? Just being a nice little cock-holster and getting fucked!”
He pounded her rapidly, his hard abs crashing against her naked ass. She felt his belly and thighs, cool and firm, slapping against her. His sweatsuit was all she could feel at the small of her back.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Scott grunted, rutting her, grinding into her cunt so she felt every inch of him. “Whoever gets to fight you is one lucky bastard. He’s really going to enjoy himself!”
“So am I!” Emma whimpered. She wiggled her ass, turning it up high, pleading for more. “Oh God, so am I!”
He bit down on the back of her neck and Emma cried out, her body needling with goosebumps. As Scott kept driving into her, her flesh responded, filling with heat, tensing up, seeming to shift outward and expand to let these bursts of pleasure from his strokes thrill deep into the far reaches of her, her extremities, the depths of her womb…
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Scott growled, slamming into her like he hadn’t fucked in a decade. “Can’t do anything to stop me from fucking you all day! Ahh! Unh!”
Abruptly Scott came out of her long enough to roll Emma over. It felt like hours since he’d left her cunt, but in a heartbeat, he was back inside her, belly to belly, crushing her against the grass. He wrapped his arms around her and smashed their mouths together. His slippery tongue flew into her mouth, filling it with tingles and the sweet taste of his kiss.
And as he kissed her, he bucked up and down, filling and refilling her once more. He hilted her over and over again, truly fucking her. And then the kiss ended and Emma’s head lolled back without the lock of their passion to hold it up, her eyes rolling up in her head, swamped by delight.
“I can fuck you as long as I want,” Scott intoned. “Do anything I want to you. And even that huge Frost ego can’t stop you from enjoying it.”
Emma wanted to tell him to shut up and fuck her, but he kissed her again, his tongue choking her, stuffing the words back down her throat.
Then he was out of her again, turning her over. She didn’t even have the strength to get up on her hands and knees, but he held her limp hips up to target her puckered anus. He ground his hot cock into it. The sudden surge of discomfort animated Emma, but only enough to bite down on her wrist.
“Do you think you’ll ever be able to face your fellow X-Men again?” Scott hissed in her ear, putting pressure on her anus but not enough to penetrate into her. “Knowing you were used by one of our enemies? Not just your wet cunt, but your ass too? And enjoying it? Do you think Storm would come if she were sodomized by one of the Brotherhood? No. Only you. We need to work on your stamina, Frost. We can’t let the other X-Men know you really are this much of a whore.”
“Just put it in, damn you,” Emma mumbled. “You’ve made your point, you jackass, now enjoy it! Don’t pretend you’re not liking this—”
“Oh, I am,” Scott informed her. “If you want me to finish you off, you’ll make time in your busy schedule for some real exercise. Not Zumba class and parading around your ass in yoga pants.”
“You like my ass in yoga pants,” Emma retorted.
His cock spread open her sphincter and she felt fire beginning to flicker in her anal passage.
“I can make you come right now. Or I can just keep rutting you until your mind is totally blank. Not that there’ll be much of a difference.”
“You enjoy topping me too much,” Emma whined. “One would think you get enough of that ordering Jubilee around.”
“I’ll have to think up some new punishments for you,” Scott muttered. “Getting your asshole destroyed is clearly too attractive a prospect.”
“I have a few suggestions.”
Scott didn’t allow her anymore conversation. She had no chance to resist when he completely entered her in one demanding thrust. As his six-pack collided with her splayed ass, his pubic hair tickled her greatly expanded pucker. Inside, she stretched further and wider than she had ever thought possible and she bit so hard into her wrist that she drew blood. A groan of agony foamed out of her mouth along with the coppery taste.
“You’re an anal whore now, Frost.” Scott plunged into her, sliding in and out, making painfully thorough use of her expanded asshole. “I know you don’t care about being liked, but you are concerned with being respected. How respected do you expect to be when you can’t sit your fat ass down for a week?”
“Fat!?” Emma gasped.
Scott reached into his sweatpant’s pocket and brought out a dildo. It sank into Emma’s well-used pussy so easily that Emma thought for a moment the two had been coupled her entire life. She grunted, her asshole weakly clutching at the huge cock reaming her out. And as it moved in and out with lengthening stroke, Scott used the dildo on her cunt, jerking it in and out of her in short, rapid strokes.
“OHHH!” Emma keened, sandwiched between Scott’s powerful thrusts and the sex toy he was using on her. “OH GODDDD!”
“Prayer,” Scott riffed. “Now there’s a strategy.”
