Into Emma's Verse update

Emma released his gleaming prick from between her lips. She shoved Scott down, flattening him to the bed, and mounted him. Bringing her juicy cunt down on his stiff member.

It should’ve surprised her how wet she was, but it didn’t. She didn’t think about it. All that mattered was that she was on top now, enjoying herself, delighting in his swollen cock being inside her cunt. Emma rode him, her breasts jiggling inside her negligee, her every movement broadcast down to him as she danced her pleasure and her want up-down-up-down the length of his manhood.

Scott smiled and grabbed her hips, holding her in place. Emma chopped his hands away. He wasn’t in charge now. She was. And she gave it to him as hard as he could’ve asked for, slamming herself down on his hardened endowment, taking it furiously into her snug pussy. She moaned and worked her molten cunt down the entire length of his masculinity.

“Enjoying yourself, Frost?” Scott asked, appearing as casual as ever, but Emma didn’t care. Not when all this was inside her.

“Yes!” she gasped. “Oh GOD, yes!”

Soon she didn’t mind his cool remove, didn’t care about anything but climaxing while wrapped around his wonderfully thick, stiff maleness. Her juices gushed hotly, flowing all over and around his pounding cock, and her gleaming blue eyes rolled up in her skull as she let Scott make her come.

“Fuck me!” she babbled. “Yes! I want it! THAT’S IT RIGHT THERE!”

Then she came again, violently, explosively, deep in her belly, her powerful inner muscles gripping Scott’s cock hard. He gasped, his mouth opening, and in the chaos of her orgasm, Emma felt his erection throbbing.

“Come for me, baby!” Emma cackled. “I want your cum, give it to me, I know you love this pussy, I’m giving you a fuck you won’t get anywhere else!”

Scott closed his mouth. His lips formed a sly smile. “But I don’t want to come,” he said coolly. “Not yet. Not until I’ve fucked you.”

And he rolled on top of her, pinning her down under him. Emma instinctively tried to turn her face away as his mouth came close to hers, but Scott grabbed her by the cheeks and forced her to face him.

Their lips met passionately. Scott rammed his tongue into her mouth, cajoled hers out, sucked at it fiercely. His cock raged inside her sex, throbbing and pulsing and beating—all her folds shuddering with its fury—she didn’t know how he wasn’t coming. She knew she was. He’d worked her into a frenzy, a hypersensitive state where every little jerk inside her tipped her over into orgasm.

Scott grabbed the front of her negligee—his big, strong hands—it only took one pull for him to tear the dress open, revealing the ripe swell of her breasts in all their glory. Even through his sunglasses, Emma could tell she was being ogled. She liked it. Anything that kept his cock hard and pumping into her was fine, was more than fine.

He let go of the shredded halves of the negligee to grab it down at her waist, where the rent had ended, and he ripped it again. Totally baring her now, the negligee sundered from hem to hem. Emma wearing nothing under it. In fact, she thought deliriously, he’s wearing me more than anything else…

Scott hovered over her, eyes roving along the luscious curves of her body. He licked his lips at the sight of her beauty, his broad chest burgeoning in anticipation. Then he dropped down on her. Emma shuddered, feeling his engorged prick go right into her depths. He rammed it into her while holding his body up on outstretched arms, his hands on her tits, squeezing their plump roundness.

“You’re one sexy bitch, Emma,” he said conversationally, like they were having tea and not pistoning into one another. “And you’ve got a real pretty pussy.”

His cock drove into her sex with furious demand. Emma gasped at the force he was using on her, the sheer brutality of how he had decided to use her. Her cunt trembled; he pulled at her breasts roughly. Then tangled his hands in her hair as he shoved his face into her swelling cleavage.

Emma gasped, even the simple feel of his rough stubble on her tender bosom scintillating. Then he caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked it strongly, making her breasts heave and swell, full of passion no matter what Emma’s reluctance.

“You come a lot easier than Jean does, you know,” he told her as he moved from one of her teats to the other. “Hell, you’re clenching up every time I thrust into you. Guess you’ve gotten a little worked up. Or you’re a slut. Is that it, Emma? Are you just too much of a whore not to come when you’ve got a big dick going in and out of you?”

He held one of her full breasts in his hand, squeezing it as he sucked on it like he was trying to force its entire heft into his mouth. Emma felt the imprint of his teeth on her nipple, threatening to bite it. She wanted that, even knowing it would hurt like hell on her sensitive, engorged nipple.

And when his perfect teeth sank into her flesh, she couldn’t help herself. She came, not caring if it was slutty or not. Jean didn’t know what she was missing.

Scott picked his face up from her breast to look her in the eye, seeing Emma biting her lip, her face flushed, her eyes glazed, disheveled hair sticking to her sweaty face. He smiled at her condescendingly.

“I can’t have one of the X-Men being a whore, Emma. I’ll have to punish you if you keep coming like some cock-hungry slut.” All said completely calmly, responsibly, like he was giving her an impromptu lecture in the Danger Room.

Emma gave up trying to figure out what was going on—how the man she’d intended to seduce for fun and drama had instead taken everything she had to throw at him and gotten her on her back instead. All she knew was that this was some of the best sex she’d ever had and she’d let him do anything he wanted to her.

She’d always adopted whatever mask she needed to get ahead in life. If she had to play the cum dumpster now to get his cock… well, it wouldn’t be hard for her.

“Do it,” she breathed. “The leader has to—hhaaa—has to discipline his—ooh!—yes! Just fucking punish me!”

Scott didn’t hesitate. He pulled out of her, flipped her over onto her belly, covered her again with his hard-muscled body. She gasped in shock and a little bit of fright. He’d surprised her so much tonight that she didn’t know what to expect from him now.

With the weight of his body added to hers, her breasts were crushed into the bedspread, her nipples stimulated by the soft pressure put on them. She cooed in excitement despite herself.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked, hearing a tinge of hysteria in her own voice.

“What you just asked me to do, you dirty cunt,” he retorted.

“Don’t you dare fuck me in the ass, Scott! You haven’t earned that yet!” she cried, frantic. She could feel Scott’s cock pressing against her hindquarters, stiff and ready. She felt hypnotized by the sensation of it throbbing on her creamy skin.

“Oh, you don’t want your ass fucked?” Scott asked with a cruel laugh. “I know you do, Emma. I can feel you shuddering. But I’m not going to give that to you yet. I said I was going to punish you. We both know you’d just get off on having my cock in your ass.”

Emma moaned despairingly, knowing that Scott was right. Of course, she’d enjoy being punished too, if he was going to do what she thought he was going to do. But that was the game. Withholding and giving.

He would give her what she wanted, but more importantly, what he wanted to give her. He would show her she needed it. Prove to her that her very urges belonged to him—she wanted to please him, yes, she didn’t want to be sodomized, she wanted him to want to ass-fuck her and then be satisfied. She wanted to be the repository of his lust.

Emma had broken down so many people until her slightest whim was their deepest pleasure… now, she felt the rapture they had known. It would get her off if she managed to give Scott what he wanted.

“And for the record? Don’t ever tell me what I can’t do to your body,” Scott growled. Then he hauled a big hand back and slammed it into first one of her buttocks, then the other.

“Ahhhhh! NOO!” Emma wailed. She buried her face onto her folded arms and clenched her teeth; Scott’s palm struck her supple ass again and again, making the jellied flesh slosh around from the force of the impacts. Her nipples burned into the bedspread. Emma sucked in air and her breasts swelled until they felt like they would burst. And her cunt seeped with arousal, Emma getting more and more turned on as her punishment continued. “Ohhh, Scott, don’t!”

“Quiet!” he commanded her. “You baited me, you teased me, and now you’re getting what you asked for. I’m gonna fuck your little hole wide enough to run a freeway through it—then we’ll see if you ever lead a guy on again.”

Emma moaned. She knew she wouldn’t, not because Scott had taught her a lesson, but because there was no other man she wanted. She felt as though she’d been playing the lottery with all her sexual conquests over the years, and now, incredibly, she’d won the jackpot. Found what she was looking for all along.

Someone who would turn the tables on her; inflicting this pleasurable sadism on others was only a pale reflection of how good it felt to have it visited on herself. She grinded her pussy against the bed, feeling her clit thunder as it rutted against the silky smooth sheets. It felt good, but not satisfying. There was no texture, no friction, but she felt that in abundance when Scott brought his hand down on her burning ass.

She slithered up and down the bedspread, as though trying to get away from his punishment, but Emma felt like she was dancing. Getting a rise out of Scott, matching the moves he made like she would with any dance partner. He spanked her and she undulated sensually. She was a helpless animal responding to the lash unthinkingly; she enjoyed that feeling.

Then, almost disappointingly, Scott came up off her body and flipped Emma over. Her red-hued ass stung against the soft bedspread; feeling needles in its touch no matter how gentle. She looked up at Scott with teary eyes, but for once, she couldn’t tell if his hidden eyes were meeting his gaze.

Instead, he focused his attention on her heaving breasts, full and lush, the nipples bee-stung by how he’d ravished the rest of her anatomy. He took one of her bulging nipples between his fingers and they turned and pained her vulnerable flesh.

“You like that? Is it just your ass you enjoy having abused or would you enjoy me pulling on this… making it ache… making it sore… just like you feel when you’ve been freshly fucked?” he asked her with his even-voiced sadism. “You love it when you’ve been fucked so hard it hurts. Is that what drew you to me? You knew I’d hurt you? Knew heroes hurt villains?”

“I knew you’d hurt me just enough,” Emma breathed, reddening with humiliation and embarrassment and an all-encompassing sense of lust.