Do It For Charity update

Queen Lilandra walked into the Ball, where Charles Xavier had instructed her to meet him, and considered the situation. It was obvious Xavier was doing something to remedy their problem, but Lilandra had to worry he would end up making it worse. After all, there was no easy answer to their situation. He was paralyzed. She had needs. How he thought a whorehouse would help them, she didn’t know. A prostitute would certainly be more amenable to pleasing him without thought of her own satisfaction, but that didn’t help Lilandra. She would still end up resigned to grin and bear it with the one man who’d be able to sense she wasn’t truly satiated. 

She announced herself in the reception area, feeling a faint echo of her previous royal existence as staff sprang up to handle her. She was told that Charles was expecting her and led through the Ball’s palatial hallways to his room, where the door was unlocked for her via special key and she was allowed in. Once inside, the door closed and locked behind her. 

Lilandra looked around the darkened room, wondering if Charles was asleep. Then she saw the metallic glimmer of his wheelchair in the dim light—a moment later, the sweat-soaked glistening of bare skin. Xavier had been undressed to the waist, his fly unzipped and his half-insensate cock eased into the open, while the woman he was with was wholly nude. She had a delicious body, perfectly formed, flawless save for a dusting of freckles that caressed her skin like cherry blossoms on a sakura in bloom, leading up to the flaming mane of red hair that put the final exuberant touch on her delectable body. 

“What is this?” Lilandra demanded with queenly fervor, seeing how their naked bodies mingled as though the woman were giving him a lapdance—something that struck Lilandra as exceedingly uncouth for a man so dignified, even if the girl had a body excessive enough to satisfy any man. 

Xavier looked over to her, taking hold of the redhead with his hands to pause her efforts. “Lilandra, I—you’re here early.”

“Would there be a more opportune time for me to discover you?” Lilandra sneered. “Once you’ve satisfied your craving, perhaps?”

The redhead stood up from his seated body, seeming completely blasé about her nudity as well as Lilandra’s interruption. She actually gave the queen a sweetly beaming smile. “Hi, I’m Mary Jane. You must be Lilandra. Don’t be too angry with Professor Xavier. We were waiting together for you and, well, I’ve always had a thing for older guys. I thought we could feel each other out before you got here, just the two of us.”

“And did you get a good feel?” Lilandra put in acidly.

“Lilandra, let me explain,” Xavier stammered, for once flummoxed. “I know our relationship’s had difficulties lately—on my end, not yours—and I wanted to take steps to rectify that. Painful steps, but necessary. One of them was… admitting that I needed help to satisfy you. Mary Jane will, I’m quite sure, be able to bring you the pleasure that I can’t.”

“Oh, you’re quite sure?” Lilandra insisted, ignoring the naked redhead to seat herself on the couch. “This is all for my benefit?”

“Please, don’t be too harsh with him,” Mary Jane said sympathetically. “It’s my fault. I made him do it.”

The idea was so absurd that Lilandra had to laugh. “Did you hold a gun to his head? Because I have no idea where you could’ve carried it.”

Mary Jane giggled. “No, actually I stripped for him. But I think you can see for yourself how persuasive that can be.”

For the first time, Lilandra really looked at the girl. The whore was indeed beautiful—not just perfectly formed, but with a charismatic appeal, a way she held herself that spoke of sexual experience and a sincerely decadent love of pleasure. It was hard not to ogle her; she certainly couldn’t blame Xavier for doing that. But he had done more than ogle her.

And Lilandra found that she couldn’t blame him for that either. In fact, she was too busy ogling Mary Jane herself to keep her temper burning as hot as it should’ve been.

Absorbed in keeping his telepathy to himself, Xavier didn’t exactly notice, but Mary Jane could sense how Lilandra’s thoughts of how whorish and slutty she was changed to a more open appreciation. “Your Charles is a real DILF,” she purred. “I figured you wouldn’t mind letting me have a turn with him, since you’ll be getting your own turn now.”

“With him?” Lilandra asked, confused and vaguely scandalized, or thinking she should be scandalized…

“No,” Mary Jane cooed. “With me.”