Avengers Fuck X-Men

“There’s only one rule!” the self-proclaimed Pervert concluded. “No one you sleep with during the contest can be a past lover. They must all be virgin to you!”

“Well, this just got a lot harder,” Emma Frost said.

“You’re telling me,” Tony Stark muttered.

The rest were speechless, X-Men and Avengers alike. It seemed impossible—easily more insane than even the most dramatic happenings that their adventurous lives were prone to. But there could be no doubt, not after the Pervert had displayed his power.

He truly was an Elder of the Universe and he had put a stop to the brewing conflict between the two teams… instead determining that whichever individual could have the most thoroughly debauched sex would be given the right to decide what would happen with the Phoenix Force. If an Avenger won, it would doubtlessly be banished back into space, while an X-Man could use its power to restore mutants to their rightful powers—if not much more.

Emma and Tony were quick to take charge, rightly judging that Cyclops and Captain America were not best situated to deal with this challenge. There would be an hour’s break while they relocated to more comfortable surroundings, bathed away the exertion of the preliminary battles, explained the situation to their spouses and lovers, and then began their participation.

On a normal occasion, the Pervert’s demand might’ve seemed onerous, even a violation—but in the perspective of the impending war, now all involved let loose a sigh of relief. Even if the Avengers still believed the Phoenix was too dangerous to be harnessed, they now knew the X-Men would have some measure of control of it. And the X-Men knew that even if they lost, it would only mean the loss of a tempting, but inessential opportunity. Hope Summers would be left alive.

In that context, the orgy that seemed to be in the offing seemed more like a celebration than anything else—a celebration of a bullet dodged and a chance to indulge without the usual misgivings and reservations and suspicion that would otherwise taint any gathering between them.

***

Scott and Emma arrived at Avengers Mansion around nine. Emma wore only a simple, elegant shift, clinging to her curves with the just pride that the woman herself took in them. Scott wore a T-shirt and jeans. He figured it didn’t matter, since he would be taking them off in short order anyway.

Despite him looking on this as another stratagem executed on behalf of mutants, the air around them on the ride over was charged with electric anticipation. Maybe it was that for once, Scott wasn’t in command. He was yielding to Emma here, merging the bedroom with the battlefield—they were intimate enough not to need to talk about the change, but they could feel the taboo of it. They sat with their thighs touching, their hands clasped to keep from groping each other.

Tony greeted them at the door and Emma’s eyes widened when she saw he was fully naked. He had kept himself in good shape since the last time they’d been intimate, though she had to admit, he compared unfavorably to Scott. Tony was tanned and toned and lean, but it was for show. Scott pushed himself until every muscle was chiseled perfection, and though he thought nothing of sex appeal, it was impossible not to notice he had ended up with the body of a Greek god.

Tony, though, was no slouch where it counted and he had no trouble getting it up. His cock was rigid, throbbing as it stood out from his groin like a piece of armor. Emma glanced at it, fondly reminiscing of her time with it. She licked her lips. Tony had a club soda in hand, but from the crooked leer on his face, Emma knew the prospect of this orgy had him more intoxicated than alcohol ever could.

“Come on in, kiddies,” he cheered, pulling back the door for them. “Welcome to the party.”

They followed him in to one of the large lounging areas the mansion had for its multitude of guests. It was dark, with only the skylights letting in the moon. There were three couples there in the dark, all naked. Two of them danced to soft music. Another man laid on the couch, his face between the widespread thighs of a woman. She rubbed her breasts rhythmically as his tongue explored the softness of her cunt.

Emma felt their uninhibited arousal churn through her as their thoughts and feelings surrounded her mind. In the shadows, she couldn’t yet recognize any of the players, which she supposed was the point—and in her head, their urges were all too animalistic, too unthinking, for her to sort out.

Tony stepped behind her, pressing his erection against her ass through the thin material of her shift. Emma moved her own pelvis in time to his rubbing, making him groan in her ear with how good it felt. “Some party, huh?” he cooed. “Just like old times at Hellfire…”

“Too much like old times. We’ve already played this game, remember? We’re supposed to find new people to play with.”

“Rules, rules. I thought you liked to break those?”

“Oh no, I much prefer to win. And I’ll even play by the rules to do it. Although if I could cheat—say, by taking the other team’s biggest slut off the board—I’d have to seriously consider that.”

He laughed, like a guilty boy called to the principal’s office. “But who wants to think at a time like this? Why don’t you get out of those clothes? Even you can’t like white enough to wear it at an orgy…”

Emma exhibited no guilt, no shame—indeed, there was a degree of showmanship as she peeled off her shift to expose her proudly naked body. Her breasts were full and supple, heaving with the smallest breath, and she showed off her plump ass with equal aplomb, the thick cheeks rolling against each other with each step.

Scott followed suit, tossing his clothes with hers into a pile by the door. Tony drank in Emma’s beautiful nakedness, clearly as nostalgia as her for their love affair, and he waved the two of them out through the French doors onto the moonlit porch.

Carol was there, making a drink at the bar, also naked. Tall and athletic, her curves seemed even more pronounced than Emma’s, as if her full breasts and ample hips had to be in proportion to her broad shoulders and thickly muscled arms. While she was not the seductress Emma was, her Amazonian physique did nothing to diminish her beauty. Nor did her excited squeal when she saw Scott’s arrival, rushing to meet him, her tits jiggling with real heft. Emma had to give it to her, as big as they were, they were real.

She kissed Scott in greeting, taking his hand and moving it down to her pussy. Scott gaped at her as she rubbed his hand against her sex, letting him feel its feverish warmth. She had the same puckish enthusiasm as a frat boy would have at the promise of unrestrained sex. “Glad you could make it, babe. I’ve always thought you were a looker—and you’ve gotta have some real moves if you can keep the porn star with you seven days a week…”

“Oh, he does,” Emma put in, giving her blessing to their union, albeit bitchily. “Hope you do too, Captain Danvers. He has been too much to handle in the past—for some women.”

“Mmmm. Nothing better than handling just a little too much, is there?” Carol teased Emma.

Tony operated the blender, finishing the drink Carol was making and then bringing two glasses to Emma and Scott. He glanced back inside the room leadingly. “That is not something you see every day.”

Scott was reticent, but Emma took in the sight. Her eyes were used to the dark now and she could recognize the various naked bodies. One of the dancing couples was Thor and She-Hulk—the other was Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanov. The girl getting her pussy eaten on the couch was Bobbi Morse and the man was T’Challa. There was one other couple there: Clint Barton and Janet van Dyne were lying near the outdoor pool, caressing each other. Clint’s mouth was locked onto the hardened nipple of Jan’s left breast, while her hands stroked his long, slender cock and played with his balls.

Now that they’d taken a moment to appreciate the wild eroticism of the night, Tony left Emma to go back into the lounge. Carol had pulled Scott inside, intending to take the couch from T’Challa and Bobbi, but before she could, Tony grabbed her and bore Carol down to the soft carpet. He moved his stiff cock to her lips and Carol didn’t resist, wasn’t even reluctant, opening her lips wide to accept his thrusting erection. She mouthed it gently but hungrily. Scott knelt on top of Carol, straddling her breasts. Carol pressed her tits together, giving Scott something to fuck as she kept sucking off Tony.

Steve went onto the dance floor, whirled Jen away from Thor, and backed her up against the wall. With one hand he lifted her right leg, with the other he guided his blue-veined erection into her sex. He rammed himself to the hilt in her and Jen gasped with delight. She used the wall as a springboard for her hips, fucking back with all the restraint she could muster, taking his cock with long, easy strokes. Steve pumped himself against her bucking like a rodeo rider trying to stay in the saddle.

Emma bit a fingernail. She could see how tempting the prospect was. As overwhelming as a big cock could be, big muscles could do the same for her entire body.

She was left to decide for herself where she wanted to join in—though the choice was soon made for her…