Recruitment Drive

Scott Summers had a great deal on his mind. M-Day was not so long ago that it didn’t cast a dramatic shadow over prospects for the future. The Phoenix was returning to Earth, offering hope, but a fool’s hope, a hail-mary pass that Scott was obligated to play out. But the Avengers wouldn’t take kindly to that. Already, they were marshalling against the mutant race, going from neutrality to still more enemies. Scott was supposed to be a tactical genius, but he couldn’t see a third path, any path besides submission and slow extinction or more bloody battle.

Then he tripped over a root in the quad he was walking through and crashed to the ground. Cursing himself, he scrambled to straighten his sunglasses. As if Utopia weren’t in enough danger already, him and his lethal eyes were growing careless…

Opening his eyes, he looked through his ruby quartz lenses to see that Ororo and Emma were standing over him. They must’ve seen his fall and come rushing to check on him. He couldn’t imagine what other circumstances would bring two such different women together, besides the genetic lottery that made them both mutants.

“Are you hurt?” Ororo asked with genuine concern as she bent over him. Emma too was examining them, but she didn’t voice her care out loud, knowing she could trust Ororo to speak for her when it came to Scott’s well-being. Everything was a Chess move with her, but Scott couldn’t pretend that wasn’t an asset.

“I doubt it,” Scott said. “Just a little fall. Must not’ve been watching where I was going.”

“Well, who wants a leader with foresight?” Emma quipped, though the way her eyes raked over Scott clearly promised that she would be happy to nurse him back to health in private.

Scott tried to stand—helped up by Ororo’s outstretched hand—but he stopped after a warning pang in his left foot. He took off that shoe and felt his ankle. “Starting to swell. I suppose it’s better I twist it here than in the field.”

“Is our optimistic leader suddenly able to see silver linings through ruby quartz?” Emma asked.

“Perhaps he’s simply learned to put up with far worse,” Ororo retorted, her blue eyes burning into Emma.

Emma turned her attention to Scott. “Let me take a look at it,” she said. “I have enough of a vested interest in your physical condition not to trust it to someone else.”

“Emma Frost playing nursemaid. Will wonders never cease.” Ororo crouched down beside the lovers as Emma ran her fingertips lightly over the swelling. “We were actually looking for you, Scott. We wanted to discuss a plan of action.”

“And now we can kiss better your hurt,” Emma added, leaning down to kiss Scott’s injured ankle.

Scott laughed nervously. “It’s nothing, really—I’ve had worse.”

“Not with me, you haven’t,” Emma pouted. “I’m the only one who should be tormenting you; you shouldn’t be hurting yourself.”

Ororo stretched out alongside Scott in the grass, as if for some reason the three of them had decided to lie down and sun themselves in one of the many grassy vales Utopia had to offer. “While you let her have her way,” Ororo quipped, “allow me to bring you up to speed. Ever since M-Day, we’ve been on the defensive, correct? Hiding behind our siege walls, occasionally venturing out for raids, but otherwise we’ve been the most conservative mutant terrorists one could ask for.”

“Yes,” Scott said hesitantly. “I suppose that’s a fair assessment.”

Emma pulled Scott’s sock off, beginning to massage his large foot in her hands.

“What are you doing?” Scott asked.

“Kissing it better,” Emma said. “Can’t you tell?”

Ororo insisted on his attention again, laying her hand on Scott’s chest. “It’s been a good strategy, Scott, with only one blind spot. You’re treating us like an army. We’re not. We’re a species.”

Suddenly, Emma took Scott’s big toe into her warm, wet mouth—sucking it deliciously. Scott sighed, falling back on the grass, and only in the most intangible way was he aware of how Emma and Ororo’s hearts leapt… knowing they had him.

“Emma, I… I’m trying to listen to Ororo,” Scott stammered. His words might’ve suggested she stop, but his voice did no such thing.

“Think of her as providing an object lesson,” Ororo purred, her sensual voice so much like Emma’s would be if her mouth wasn’t full that Scott thought he’d developed some equivalent of double vision. “You see, an army can only replenish its numbers by recruiting new soldiers. But a species can grow its numbers…”

“By fucking like bunnies,” Emma finished for her, reaching up and putting her hand on Scott’s groin. Unsurprisingly, his cock was jerking like a maddened animal inside his pants.

“For once, Emma and I are in perfect agreement,” Ororo said.

She cradled Scott in her arms, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Scott groaned responsively and Ororo felt her pussy tingle. Scott Summers, she thought. She was kissing Scott Summers.

And Emma was somehow fine with it, seeing nothing wrong with Ororo kissing her man while she unfastened his belt and shucked down his pants. She gasped at just how big the tent had grown in his boxers.

“I would’ve thought Storm being here would dampen your ardor somewhat,” Emma commented. “But I guess your love for me is enough to overcome any trepidation, isn’t it?” 

She licked her lips, feeling her own wetness trickle from her sex and anoint her inner thighs. Emma didn’t have any issue with Ororo being there either, but she would’ve thought Scott would have some apprehension. Perhaps she was being a good influence on him.

“Munroe, look what a lucky girl I am,” Emma said, pulling down Scott’s boxers.

His monstrous erection sprang out at her, throbbing in the noonday sun. Ororo gasped, then chuckled appreciatively. It was at least eight inches long—maybe nine—and as thick around as a billy club.

Emma grabbed it in both hands and breathed in its musk, pungent and sweaty, so much more potent than the tepid, boyish fops she’d been used to before getting into superhero cock. Scott especially was a dark horse. At the age of thirty, he literally couldn’t remember all the women he’d been inside—something of a side effect of all the concussions and Apocalypse possessions, Emma conceded, but still, that was countless cunts to hang on his experienced cock. It showed its expertise by not giving into any second-rate blowjobs, which in turn spurred Emma on to give him her most enthusiastic sucking.

She went at him panting with hunger, licking up and down his girthy shaft, darting her tongue at the sensitive spot just under his glans. His engorged cockhead swelled even more, to its limit, and Scott’s whole prick jerked wildly, raining precum out of the tip. As the candied liquid rolled down his length, Emma lapped it up, happily moaning to show off to Ororo just how good it tasted. She’d always enjoyed sex with Scott, but it was even better with an audience.

Ororo slipped down beside Emma to lick Scott’s balls. They were big, with a sense of feverish heat to them—Ororo could almost hear the cum boiling inside them as her tongue scoured across the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. She wouldn’t have thought Emma would leave so much to build up, given her hungers, but then Emma had been getting more personable since starting her relationship with Scott. Perhaps even Emma reached a point where her needs were met and otherwise finite resources became… surplus to requirement.

As if sensing Ororo’s thoughts—which she probably was—Emma opened her mouth wide and swallowed up Scott’s cockhead. Instantly the sound of her hard slurping filled the air. Despite Ororo being their guest, Emma was not shy about letting on how thirsty she was for the taste of Scott’s cum.

“Christ, is this really happening?” Scott asked. “What’s gotten into you two?”

Ororo and Emma exchanged a glance—the answer to that was rather obvious.

“Too easy,” Emma said, “even for me.”

“I wouldn’t have thought such a thing was possible,” Ororo opined.

“Take off your shirt, fearless leader,” Emma said, stripping away her own costume. Naturally, it took her very little time. 

Ororo needed more time, her costume being an elaborate bodysuit with a cape and skirt built into it, a far cry from the clothing she had favored when she’d first come to the States, with an innocent lack of any taboo against nudity. But, thankfully, her costume had been designed to allow her to attend to bodily functions, and Ororo was able to strip away enough that it now appeared she was wearing a set of assless chaps. High on function, if not dignity.

It was a sign of the lack of planning that had gone into this venture, at least on Ororo’s part. She was no vixen. But it had certainly occurred to Emma that her companion wasn’t dressed for a booty call, and while Ororo occupied herself amending that, Emma took advantage of Scott’s availability. 

She took his hard, throbbing prick in her hand and caressed its entire length while dragging the fingernails of her other hand lightly over his balls. Scott could only moan, the sight of Ororo’s stripping and the feeling of Emma’s ministrations combining to bring him to the verge of climax. Emma smirked insouciantly—if she wanted to, she could end the tryst right here, with herself the only one to enjoy the fruits of the labor. She wouldn’t do so, of course, the cause was more important. But she liked knowing that even the X-Men’s resident goddess came in second to her.

“Are you ready yet?” she asked Ororo goadingly, running one fingertip over Scott’s trembling erection to spotlight how close she was to finishing him off. Ororo could only grit her teeth in irritation, thinking how much simpler this would be if Jean were still around, still with Scott, and potentially the third point of this threesome. Emma, of course, picked up on that stray thought. “Oh, Munroe, that hurts.”

“Are you two alright?” Scott asked, genuine concern in his sweet voice.

Emma smiled at him, even as she crawled over his body to straddle his face. “Girl talk. Don’t worry about it. You don’t have to say anything. You just have to lick.”

“And fuck,” Ororo added, straddling Scott’s groin, positioning herself over his upthrust prick.

Together, they started their enjoyment of him, Ororo sinking down on his erection while Emma kissed her wet pussy to his mouth.

“Chocolate and vanilla, Scott,” Emma quipped. 

“Why have one when you can have both?” Ororo added, breathless as she impaled herself on his massive erection. She’d been estranged from T’Challa long enough to have grown unused to sex, but Scott’s cock was a vivid reminder of all she enjoyed about it.

“Unless it’s vanilla, of course,” Emma finished bitchily. 

Ororo couldn’t bring herself to care. By now, she was riding Scott like she couldn’t get enough.

“Yes, yes, Bright Lady, yes! Oh, Scott, you’re a monster, a goddamn monster! I love it! Oooooh, this is real fucking!”

Scott groaned, tonguing into Emma’s splayed pussy as she gyrated herself about, rubbing her cunt into his face.

“Ghh! Hh! Eat my pussy, Scott! Service that clit! Ohhh, can’t forget about me, One-Eye, not even with Storm bouncing on your dick, can you? Yes, Scott, eat me, eat meeeee!”

Ororo lifted herself high up in the air, living up to her nickname of Windrider, before coming down on Scott with all her weight. Again and again she bounded over Scott, showing off the skill of her well-trained pussy, every time making Scott’s prick jerk harder. She was working hard, trying to steal Scott’s attention away from his cunnilingus and make Emma green with envy. But she didn’t feel too bad about failing. Scott Summers was not one to be dissuaded from his chosen course of action.

Scott thrashed about, moaning into Emma’s sex, lips twisting around her trembling clitoris. The sensations mounted inside of Emma as he pleasured her. She squirmed and whined, feeling herself about to climax. Suddenly she keened, her clit going white-hot, her bursting cunt flooding Scott’s face with her orgasmic juices. The burning thills snaked up from her pussy, making her whole body tingle. 

Scott could not help but follow suit, his cock exploding in Ororo’s cunt, flooding her pussy with the warmth of his spurting cum. She cooed with delight as he filled her, and for a moment, it seemed like Emma and Ororo were competing with each other to see who could announce their satiation the loudest.

Ororo kept riding Scott’s spurting prick, trying to bring herself off with another jolting stab of pleasure, then another, and another. She groped her breasts through her costume and fingered her burgeoning clit. The pleasure was mounting, ascending to heights almost impossible to bear. But Ororo refused to relinquish the ecstasy she felt. Just a few more pumps. A few more…

Then, as Emma had, her pussy contracted and she showered Scott’s loins with her juices, pushing Ororo into an agony of sheer pleasure. She couldn’t take the all-consuming sensation, but she couldn’t stop either, still riding up and down, milking the beautiful, terrible thrills out of her impaled cunt, sucking every drop of cum from Scott’s bloated balls. Until finally, Scott was good enough to cinch his big hands about her trim waist and usher her off his dwindling erection, setting her down on the opposite side of his prone body from Emma. 

Emma too had fallen from Scott’s body, ending up inverse to Scott, lying with a foot possessively propped up on Scott’s broad chest and her head resting on Scott’s calf.

“Jesus,” Scott breathed, cradling Ororo in his thick arms as she shook—even her afterglow was jagged after all the pleasure she’d felt. “Did you two just… decide the Phoenix was going to destroy the world, so we might as well have an orgy?”

“If I was throwing an orgy, we’d have far more guests,” Emma said.

“And the planet’s been in danger of destruction before,” Ororo pointed out. “Though now I wish we had taken advantage of those opportunities…”

“Then what is this? An astonishing coincidence in your bucket lists?”

Groaning, Emma forced herself up, at least until she could collapse on Scott’s chest alongside Ororo. “It’s the Phoenix.”

“The Phoenix—“ Scott started, but Ororo pressed him down to the ground again before he could rear up.

“Down, my captain. There’s no need for that.”

“The Phoenix has made its judgment,” Emma said. “It won’t restore the mutant race, but it will help us rebuild it.”

“Lowered inhibitions. Easier to… connect.”

“And more fertility. More mutation. Mutant birthrates are about to skyrocket.”

“So long as we do our part.”

“Which is?” Scott asked, more nonplussed by Ororo and Emma speaking in lockstep than by the threesome he’d just had with them.

“You just did it,” Ororo smiled, taking Scott’s hand and guiding it to her belly.

“Which I suppose means we can expect a biracial weirdo to time-travel back to us any day now,” Emma quipped.

Scott turned to her. “And you… you’re okay with this?”

“As okay as you are,” Emma replied. “As you just were. I will do my part too, of course—though not necessarily with you. To make more mutants, we need to spread our genes more than monogamy would allow. Share the love, so to speak.”

Ororo caressed Scott’s cheek, turning his gaze back to her. “The Avengers are still on their way here. Their women…”

“And their men,” Emma cooed.

“Think about it, Scott. Instead of indulging those hypocrites in one of the civil wars they love so much…”

“Not that we’d lose to them, of course.”

“But wouldn’t it be even more satisfying to make them finally do something for mutants?”

“Carrying our children?”

Scott wouldn’t have thought it was possible, but his mind was whirling faster now than when they’d double-teamed him. “What about your husband, Ro? What about T’Challa?”

Ororo only smiled. “I’ve always thought he’d make a good father for a mutant child—just not mine. And he has a sister.”

“Not to mention the Dora Milaje,” Emma said. “I never see them around when their boss is fighting Thanos. Perhaps we can find something a bit more useful for them to do.”

Scott chuckled, considering it. Wakanda could be as reclusive as they liked—they’d have an entire generation of mutants growing up there. He’d like to see a Sentinel do something about that. “It sounds like you ladies have a good Phase 2, but you are getting a little ahead of yourselves.”

“How so?” Emma asked, then squealed as Scott rolled on top of her.

“No one’s breeding you but me.”