Gesture of Goodwill update

“Relax, Emma. Don’t be so tense,” Ororo cooed. “I’m not doing this to get back at you. I’m going to make you feel good. Good inside and out.”

“You’re going to punch Jean in the face?” Emma asked innocently.

Ororo looked cool to the touch—all the regal beauty and her impressive, mahogany flesh—but her mouth was pure heat as it moved down Emma’s body. Emma twitched and shuddered. Word had gotten around about how good a lover Ororo was and how people came to crave her domination. Emma wasn’t as weak-willed as that. She wouldn’t let Ororo addict her. She was the one who received worship, not someone who gave it. Even Scott had to be rough with her—choke and slap and pull her hair—to make her… well, she didn’t just submit.

Ororo’s lips moved lower. She wrapped their plump contours around Emma’s neatly shaven pubic thatch, trimmed and cut into the shape of a diamond. That needless little affectation was now the shape of Emma’s distress—the suction of Ororo’s mouth pulled at her hairs, the draw on Emma’s flesh becoming a tingle, becoming a throb. And as it hovered on the verge of being truly pleasurable, Ororo’s lovely face went down and her tongue ran over Emma’s slit.

Emma twisted her body to the left and to the right, but she couldn’t escape the touch of Ororo’s tongue. And Emma knew without trying that she couldn’t get Ororo to do more than tease her; the windrider seemed content simply to stir her tongue over Emma’s labia lips, not going inside, but making Emma’s inner folds convulse as if she had.

“I’m going to make it hot for you, Frost,” Ororo said. “You’ve always been such a sybarite, so quick to sate each and every urge… I’m going to help you find out how much you can want something.”

Emma would’ve begged her not to do that, begged Ororo to just use her and be done with it, but she stopped herself, thinking that her pleas wouldn’t do any good. Ororo’d had the good taste to have been thinking about doing this to Emma for a while; she wouldn’t be dissuaded.

Normally, Emma would be gratified to know she’d had that effect on a rival. But it wasn’t as much fun when she couldn’t get away with it. And here she’d thought one of the benefits of being with the good guys was that they couldn’t take petty revenge on you. She of all people should’ve remembered how often the X-Men went off the reservation. One of them was even named Rogue, for Christ’s sake!

Ororo’s warm mouth stayed against Emma’s sex, her lips pushing apart the sides of Emma’s vulva. Emma’s body kept up its swaying, wiggling motion, but she couldn’t escape Ororo’s mouth or how it made her feel.

Ororo’s tongue pushed into her now. Emma froze, relaxing into the answer to her needs, then tensing up again as she worried about how intense her reaction was becoming. Scott had made her very receptive over the years with all kinds of sordid techniques, but even without his prize cock, Ororo was doing things to her… just her little, barely moving tongue…

“You’re just proving how much you want me,” Emma whispered. “And I—ohhh—I’m just doing this to save your life! That makes this a pity fuck, Munroe!”

Emma was really worried now about what was happening to her. As attractive as Ororo was, Emma shouldn’t be getting turned on from this domination—bad enough it happened with one person, with Scott, but she loved him. Having it happen with Ororo… Emma kept trying to block out the lewd thoughts bubbling into her head, but there was no way to stop thinking about how turned on she was when Ororo’s trawling tongue kept turning her on!

It was intolerable, but Emma kept responding. Her pussy was wet one moment, wetter the next, and then her hips were moving against the outsized pressure of Ororo’s tongue. Emma moaned with deep enjoyment; Ororo had caught her clit between her teeth and was now gently suckling it.

“Oh Bright Lady, Storm!” Emma groaned. “You shouldn’t be doing this… making me feel this way… oh hell, I guess you’re just such a slut that I can’t help but give into you!”

No matter what her justification, Emma didn’t want Ororo to stop. The black woman was truly getting to her. Ororo’s fingers slid up her body, savoring the taut flesh, but not truly stopping until her hands were over Emma’s breasts, fondling their weighty heft.

Emma felt racing pleasure go through her, eating away at her control. Her hips pumped a little faster, trying to cajole Ororo’s tongue to match her speed and give her enough ecstasy to keep pace with her growing lust.

“Lick me!” she breathed. Emma realized that her control was in tatters, a distant second to her need, but she didn’t care anymore. “Lick my cunt. I’m so hot. My pussy’s so hot. Lick me and I’ll come for you, you dirty bitch. I’ll come all over that damned gorgeous face!”

Emma tried to come up with some way that Ororo’s cunnilingus wasn’t as exquisite as she’d just made it sound, but she couldn’t think of anything except how good Ororo was making her feel. Then Ororo’s hands slipped underneath her, to massage her curvy ass while her tongue kept at Emma’s folds, exciting her cunt more and more.

Emma spread her legs as far as they would go while Ororo buried her face in Emma’s lap. Her tongue fucked in and out of Emma’s cunt. It felt so delectable that Emma wished she wasn’t tied up. She no longer even wanted to think of getting away. Now she wanted to put her hands on Ororo’s head and hold her down on that pussy, keeping her in place for as long as that tongue would keep moving.

“Lick me good!” Emma cried. “Goddamn, I’m going to come! I’m going to fucking come! Oh shit, Ororo—hnnnngh!”

Ororo actually seemed to purr when Emma’s juices suddenly gushed into her face. She pushed her mouth closer, her tongue deeper into the orgasmic woman. Emma heard her swallowing what she could imbibe of the flood.

Ororo having to gulp down Emma’s cream bought the blonde a respite from the agonizing rapture of being tongue-fucked. While Ororo guzzled down her orgasm, Emma let the last few spasms of climax drift through her, then she relaxed.

Ororo lovingly sucked what remained of Emma’s wetness from the folds of her cunt. By the time she was done, Emma was no longer moving, physically drained and emotionally spent. She’d been satisfied in a way that fed off her outrage at the act, her hatred of being dominated. Emma had never truly disliked how Scott topped her, but Ororo had just hate-fucked her and made her like it.

Ororo stood up. She towered over Emma, especially when the White Queen was still lying down. At least when Ororo had been eating her out, Emma had technically been able to look down at her. Now, drawn up to her full height, Ororo’s glory was revealed in full. Emma’s calming heart raced once more seeing Ororo’s ample breasts and fine white bush.

“You enjoyed that,” Ororo said, with amusement instead of accusation. “You shook your ass like you couldn’t help yourself when my tongue was in you. But I’m going to give you a chance to get back at me. I’ll let you eat me out and we’ll see if you can make me come as good as I did you.”

“You really think I’m that egotistical? That I’d want to get back at you by proving I’m better at eating pussy?”

“No, I think you just want to keep fucking, but you’ll tell yourself something like that while you lick out my cunt.”

Not that Ororo gave Emma a chance to refuse. She knelt over Emma, grabbing the blonde by the hair, forcing her to sit up until her face was pressed into those bountiful breasts of hers. Emma halfway surrendered into the lush feel of that dark, sumptuous flesh pressing in on her, drowning her senses in lavish warmth, softness, and smoothness—but then Ororo scraped her nails gently down the side of Emma’s face.

“Why don’t you give me some foreplay, since you’re such a sophisticate?” Ororo asked. “Either that or I claw that pretty face some. Better not let me go so far as to try it—I might like it more than you sucking on my tits.”

Everything in Ororo’s voice told Emma that the windrider wasn’t kidding. She did as Ororo wanted, opening her mouth—not that Ororo allowed her the dignity of willingly devouring that succulent breast. No, Ororo forced her nipple into Emma’s mouth and the blonde was all but helpless to do anything but suck on it.

“Just imagine that I’m Jean,” Ororo said. “And I’m finally letting you do what you so clearly want to do.”

Emma did suck a little harder on Ororo’s breast. She didn’t want to, but she didn’t know what else to do with her incensed anger at what Ororo had said.

Then Ororo grabbed her by the back of her head and forced Emma into her cleavage, savagely pushing her weighty breast into Emma’s too-small mouth, as much as it would take. “You don’t want to suck on Jean like a little girl! Suck me harder!”

Emma opened her mouth wider. She fit more of Ororo’s teat into her mouth, sucking on more of it, then biting into the plump heft, teeth grinding into the firm flesh.

“Oh fuck yes! That’s what I like! I like to be sucked hard by sluts like you! I told you you were a slut, Emma! I knew you’d want to fuck me!”

Ororo pulled Emma back by her golden hair, teeth scraping scarlet lines along the contours of Ororo’s breast, then forced her other nipple into Emma’s mouth. But in what seemed like no time at all, she was whipping Emma back again, giving her the first breast once more.

For what seemed like hours, they went back and forth, Ororo ensuring that Emma kept both her nipples in an agony of arousal, so much sensation going through her heaving breasts that she came multiple times, just from forcing Emma to lavish attention from one pillowy breast to the other.

Then, all too soon, Ororo pushed Emma back. She shuffled forward on her knees, her weight pushing Emma down onto her back, her straddling body moving up Emma’s form. Emma felt Ororo’s soft pubic thatch brush against the mounds of her breasts.

“I’m going to put my pussy in your face,” Ororo said, her voice husky with arousal. “You can lick it or you can drown in it.”

Then she was over Emma’s face, her cunt settling down onto Emma’s mouth. Emma sucked in breath, worried for a moment that Ororo really meant it, would really suffocate her if she wasn’t sufficiently pleased. She pushed her tongue into Ororo’s sex, then felt ashamed of herself. Not only had she come for Ororo, been aroused by her, now she was scared of her!

But Emma couldn’t help herself. She was a slave to her urges and her urges demanded she devour all of Ororo that she could get. Right now, that was whatever Ororo gave her.

Emma thrust her tongue rapidly in and out of Ororo’s snatch. Aroused juices filled her mouth, covered her taste buds. She gulped them down as her tongue slid back and forth, but Ororo ground herself into Emma’s face, smearing her arousal over Emma’s carefully composed features.

“Oh yes!” Ororo moaned. “Keep doing that, Emma! I’ll come if you keep doing that! Suck on my clit—make me come! You know you want me to come all over your face… look in the mirror and always know you had my cream on that pretty face!”

Emma couldn’t breathe comfortably. Ororo kept grinding into her face, allowing her to suck in air or to lick her pussy, but rarely both. Until finally, Emma felt Ororo quake, an endless tremor going out into her body from where Emma’s tongue was inside her. Ororo was nearly there. Emma sucked on Ororo’s clit and that was all it took to finish her.

“You’re a good pussy eater!” Ororo screamed. “You eat cunt so fucking good! Oh Bright Lady, so damn good!”

The wild pleasure kept thundering through Ororo. She shook harder in satiation than she had in need and Emma was gratified to know that every tremor was because of her.

Finally, Ororo went still. She hovered on top of Emma a little longer, gulping down breath, and then she picked herself up.

“No wonder Scott puts up with you. You’ll always be a bad girl, but it’s so much fun twisting you into a good one…”