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Added 2017-02-13 15:31:09 +0000 UTCRogue couldn’t believe it was over. She had watched it, watched all of it, and it had gone on so long, hours, Peter fucking them one after another, the women fucking each other, over and over again. And she’d touched herself, she’d touched herself through all of it. And after they had finished, she’d kept touching herself. And it still wasn’t enough. She’d come so many times, more than she’d known she could, and it wasn’t enough, wasn’t as good, as what any one of those women had experienced in Peter’s bed.
Now Peter’s head lay in Felicia’s lap. Mary Jane was sleeping against his chest, one hand nestling in his pubic hair. Ana was vined around his leg, her head laid down beside his groin. They were all so… fucked. Copious fluids drenching their thighs, and other places, where Peter had brought them pleasure. Peter’s hair was damp and wild from where Ana’s enthusiastic enjoyment had squirted up his face.
“Your mother begged me for this cock,” he’d told her, as Mary Jane and Felicia held Ana down. “But I’m giving it to you instead.”
She had come practically the moment he entered her.
And now it was over.
It couldn’t be over.
Rogue emerged from her hiding place, moving as quietly as possible through the apartment. She was no Wolverine, or even Kitty Pryde, but her experience with the X-Men had taught her a lot about keeping quiet when she wanted to. She snuck up on the bed, drawing a sodden glove off her hand. Freed and exposed to dry air, her hand tingled like it was already touching something.
She knew it was wrong, but she needed this. If they only knew how much she needed this, they would let her have it. It was just a little embarrassing to actually ask, that was all. And she wouldn’t hurt them, not either of them. She would just be taking a whiff of what they took for granted. Pocket change, that was all she was taking. Pocket change from millionaires.
Her hand fell over Peter like a shadow, touching the side of his head gently.
She had to know.
