Archive of Mojo’s Own

Title: Blood From A Stone

Author: Me, Mojo!

Pairing: Scott/Orori

Rating: Good stuff!

Fandom: X-Men

Warnings: Almost too good1

Spoiler alert: Days of Future Past

Disclaimer: I, Mojo, own everything!

Summary: Storm is a hot vampire! Scott fucks the shit out of her with his ‘stake’! Sorry I suxxor at summaries. Don’t like, don’t read!

The first thing Scott saw when he came to was Ororo. She wasn’t in costume. She was barely in clothes. Black leather pants matched her dark skin and, skintight, they almost looked like they weren’t there at all. Similarly, a black bra cut across her back like a dark cloud at night. Her long white hair fell down between her shoulders, the moonlight.

“Where are we?” Scott asked her.

Ororo turned around, looking over her shoulder, and when she did, Scott saw red eyes—somehow far more unsettling than the pure white or sky-blue he was used to from her.

She looked forward again, as if not wanting him to look into her blood-red eyes. “My teeth are sharp, Scott. Too sharp.”

Scott looked down at his own clothes, noting the bedraggled, battle-damaged appearance of sturdy leathers. “I think we’re in some sort of dystopian future.”

“One where I’ve become a vampire,” Ororo nodded. “There seems to be no end of poor fates awaiting us.”

“You heard that… announcement?”

“Yes. Mojo was quite clear on the roles we were to play.” 

She rested her hands on the counter in front of her. It was clear that, before all the rubble, this place had once been a kitchen. As Ororo leaned forward, her buttocks pressed outward, the sheen of the leather showing just how much ample flesh there was inside her pants.

“We should begin,” Ororo said firmly.

“Are you kidding?” Scott asked her. “I can’t just—“

“Experience would suggest that you can!” Ororo snapped, whipping her head back to display the fangs in her cry. “I—am sorry. I suddenly find myself craving…” She faced front again. “This will buy time for our people to find a way to stop Mojo. And it is not so unpleasant as to be forced to fight to the death. Perhaps this… spectacle will even distract Mojo from more harmful ‘programming.’”

“But Storm, you’re talking about—“

“I am talking about doing whatever it takes to help people. We’ve killed to protect others. Surely this is less onerous.” Ororo broke the clasp on her belt and shimmied the leather pants down her long, lean legs. Now Scott could see the white cotton panties stretched taut across her buttocks, so dainty and feminine for a woman who could be so strong, so dangerous. “We are both mature enough to see that we do not share an emotional entanglement. So it is just sex, and we can enjoy sex free of any other considerations.”

“Yes, we can, but—“

“You must stop being so provincial, Scott. Think of it as merely a simulation. Practice on me as you would practice for your wife. I know Jean, and she would not hold it against you.”

“I don’t want things to be complicated,” Scott said, a last-ditch appeal to any puritanism she might feel, to any sympathy she might have for him denying his own rising lust.

“We are X-Men, Scott,” Ororo said, her sonorous voice actually sounding slightly amused. “When are things not complicated?”

She had been aware of his eyes, hot as ruby quartz, watching her despite his protestations, and now she felt his hands come around her from behind and take hold of her breasts, fingering the nipples through her thin bra, little jolts of pleasure already traveling down to her sex. She could feel the wetness start to flow there.

As Scott rolled and pinched her excited nipples, Ororo reached behind herself and unzipped his pants, hauling his hard shaft out into the open. He pressed his hips forward; his cockhead prodded into the deep, narrow crack of her ass and slid upward, its length between her buttocks, thrumming against the slippery feel of her panties and the warmth of her flesh beneath.

Ororo bent forward at the waist, driving her ass more firmly against his groin as she lay across the kitchen counter, resting on her elbows, shifting her long legs slightly apart. She groaned at the feel of Scott’s cock running up and down the cleft of her ass, and found herself wanting more. She wanted to feel his prick enter her, fill her up inside as it had her best friend Jean and that witch Emma. She knew it was depraved of her, but was it not expected for a vampire to be depraved?

She turned her head and looked back at Scott, her reflection naturally missing from his ruby quartz sunglasses. Ororo wasn’t sure if she should be glad of that or not. “That feels good… but it would feel better without my panties in the way.”

Scott undid her bra, releasing her fine, pert breasts into his cupping hands for a moment, then his fingers were drawn away to the waistband of her panties, tugging the thin material down her firm thighs. He let them fell and Ororo shifted her feet further apart, her ankles stretching out her panties like a pair of manacles. She turned her head and looked back at Scott, his manhood sticking out from the fly of his jeans.

“Does it feel better?” she asked him with an aroused smile, her swaying breasts on display with her twisting at the waist.

It was one of the most erotic things Scott had ever seen as she lay bent over the counter before him, her lithe, kinky body naked from the voluptuous buttocks on down, and her bare feet spread as far as her stretching panties would allow, further emphasizing her surprisingly delicate nudity, the elegance of even such a curvaceous body as hers.

“I’m not sure you can feel any better,” Scott said, reaching down and caressing her smooth, flawless skin, running his hand down her ass to between her open thighs, then into the moist pink opening of her sex. He felt her wetness grow copiously with a few movements of his middle finger inside her.

“Isn’t that your job?” Ororo moaned softly as his fingers touched her swollen pussy, slid in and out of her. Her fangs raked over her lower lip as she bit it, thinking of how she loved having her pussy played with, how good it felt… she wiggled her womanly hips back against his hand, thinking how good it was to have Scott on hand for this. It would truly be a novel experience, and he wouldn’t feel any guilt for the pleasure they enjoyed—it was, after all, for the good of the team.

Finally, Scott took his fingers away, dripping wet—Ororo heard their moisture as he wrapped them around his cock and guided it to her opening. Already he could smell the perfume of her aroused cunt, the heady cinnamon scent of her sweat, the sex in the air. He watched his cockhead press against her cunt and force its way past the tightness that made a pleasing effort to bar the way, then he felt Ororo really clench, the warmly throbbing tightness of her sex closing around his pounding knob.

“My job gets better every day,” Scott said, and from the way he said it—and from the strumming potency of his erection going further and further inside her—Ororo knew that he’d seen how good it was.

For the team, of course.